❦ - Eres Tímido.

STOP YOUR ACC AESTHETIC IS SO CUTE I LOVE ITTTTTTT AND I READ SOME OF YOUR FICS (from eve's reblogs <3) AND THEY ATEEEEE

THANK YOUUU, YOURE SO SWEET HELLO?? I LOVE YOUR FICS TOO YOU GUYS ARE ACTUALLY AMAZING??

I have a request…so…

Reader is at camp nou with a few friends and she is watching a match and barca loose. So when reader and her friends leave reader had to go to the bathroom so she sneaks past a guard to look for a bathroom and she hears some banging at the end of the hallway and basically her curious ass wants to go and check it out and she finds gavi breaking down and hotting and kicking a locker and he has a panic attack and she helps him and maybe they kiss…hehe

idk…its up to you it has just been in my head for a while…

Love your work😍

panic attack

credits to the owner!

summary: you helps gavi when he has a panic attack

warnings: slighty angst, but not really

pairing: pablo gavi x fem!reader

a/n: greetings to all teen wolf fans hehe

taglist: @paucubarsisimp, @barcapix, @joaosnovia

requests are open!

masterlist

Barcelona lost the match against Atletico Madrid at Camp Nou, three to zero. Today everything went wrong.

You sighed sadly, getting up from the chair with the rest of your friends. You headed for the exit, but when you thought about the traffic jams, the Coca-Cola you drank during the match filled your bladder.

“I'll join you, I'll just hop into the bathroom” you said to your friend and she nodded.

You slipped past the security guard unnoticed, looking for the toilet, and as soon as you found it, you were distracted by strange noises.

Curiosity got the better of you and you forgot about your needs and headed towards the noise.

You peeked your head slightly from behind the wall, and the sight you saw surprised and worried you at the same time.

Gavi had his face in his hands after kicking the nearby bench, and his knuckles were red from hitting the brick wall.

He leaned his back against the wall, sitting on the cold floor, trying to catch his breath. He was furious that they lost. He felt that he had let down the fans and himself, that he could have done something more, but it didn't happen.

You walked up to him with gentle steps and said:

"Hey, are you okay?" you asked and he started in fear at the sudden voice, widening his eyes at you.

You crouched down in front of him, not wanting to scare him any more. You could tell by his current behavior that he was having a panic attack.

His breathing was rapid and uneven, he was sweating profusely, and his eyesight was unfocused. He looked around anxiously and moved his leg, holding his heart with one hand, which was probably racing.

You grabbed his hand with one hand and cupped his face with the other, trying to figure out how to help him.

"Gavi, look at me. Inhale and exhale, you're safe here" you said, rubbing his injured knuckles and his cheek.

You knew he heard you, but it was hard for him to do what you said. He looked at you with eyes full of help, his breath wheezing.

There was only one solution in your head, the one you saw in one of the TV series, so without waiting any longer, you kissed the boy to divert his thoughts.

You were able to feel his surprise during that brief moment, but you were even more so when he kissed you back.

His lips tasted sweet and were soft to the touch, your lips moving in sync as if they were the missing piece of a puzzle. He squeezed your hand. His heartbeat slowly returned to normal and his restless breathing calmed down.

You broke away from him with a slight blush of embarrassment and you could see the same on his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't do this, but I wanted to help you somehow, divert your thoughts somehow" you said awkwardly in one breath.

“You have nothing to apologize for” he laughed softly, his voice low and making you shiver. “You helped me, so thank you” he added, and you gave him a bashful smile. "Just, how did you come up with the idea that this would help?" he asked and you giggled awkwardly.

“In one show, a girl kissed a guy when he was having a panic attack and it helped him, that's all I could think of” you scratched your head, looking at the floor, you heard his soft chuckle.

“Well, it worked” you looked back at him, he was smiling softly, looking at you softly.

You both laughed at the situation, relaxing the atmosphere and it turned into a comfortable one.

“I'm sorry again” you said, feeling unsure.

“You really have nothing to apologize for, you helped me” he explained, taking your hands in his warm ones. “Besides, I liked it” he added more quietly, making you blush.

He scanned you with his eyes and a shiver ran down your spine as his eyes landed on your Barcelona shirt.

“Great shirt” he blurted out with a smile. "With whom?" he asked, referring to the name on the back of the shirt.

"What do you think?" you asked flirtatiously and he gave you a sly smirk.

"With me?" he asked also flirtatiously.

You brushed your hair to the side, then turned your back to him for a moment, revealing a T-shirt with the number "6" and a large "GAVI" written on it. When you turned back around, he had a huge smile on his face and was looking at you with a mysterious twinkle in his eye.

"What's your name?" he asked suddenly.

“Y/N” you announced.

“So Y/N” he started. "Since we've already gotten to know each other to some extent, can I invite you for coffee?" he finished with an uncertain smile.

Blushing, you gave him a wide smile.

"With pleasure".

where’s man going

i am SICK of my user but idk if i shoudk change it bcc im lowkey a hypocrite bc i silently judge people w users like mine but in english

JULES DOESNT EVEN REMEMBER WHY 💔

hi hello! do you write for kieran tierney? if you don’t feel free to ignore this. but if you do can i please request a one shot where they’re talking about the fact that kieran’s moving to celtic at the end of the season and if they’re at a place in their relationship where the reader would move with him and it’s all angsty? hurt/comfort maybe? have a great day!

❦ - moving on.

summary:: moving on is hard, especially when you’re expected to pick everything up and move. not everything goes to plan and life is the best example of that.

warnings:: i don’t think so…

writers notes:: never did i expect to be writing for him but ykw heck yeah 😍. anyways i love writing angst it’s my element i fear, others may disagree but i love it sm

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp

the apartment felt quieter than usual. the soft hum of the city outside and the distant buzz of your phone were the only sounds that kept you grounded as you stared out of the window. it had been a long day, and all you wanted was some peace. but that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

kieran’s voice broke through the silence, though it was quieter than usual, almost uncertain. ‘i think i’m really going to go for it. celtic. end of the season.’

the words hung in the air, thick with unspoken tension.

you didn’t turn to face him immediately, afraid that if you did, you’d betray the way your stomach had twisted in response. you felt the air grow heavy with the weight of his decision. he hadn’t exactly asked you what you thought, but you didn’t need him to. you both knew what this meant.

celtic was his home. he’d always spoken of them fondly, of the pride in representing the club that had raised him, that had seen him grow into the man he was today. and now, after everything, after all the time apart, after the struggles, the ups and downs, it was finally happening.

the move.

your heart ached at the thought.

you swallowed hard, trying to steady your voice. ‘it’s... it’s a good opportunity, kieran. for you.’

it sounded almost dismissive, even to your own ears, but you couldn’t make yourself say anything else. because the truth was, a part of you was afraid. afraid that this was the moment that everything would change. that maybe you weren’t ready to let go of what you had here. or that, perhaps, you weren’t ready to follow him into this new chapter of his life.

kieran didn’t respond right away, and you finally turned to face him. he was sitting at the kitchen counter, his eyes fixed on his phone. his shoulders were tense, but his face, his face was the same as always. the face that had smiled at you in countless photos, that had comforted you when things felt rough, that had been the one constant in your life for so long.

but now, it was a mask. a mask you weren’t sure you could break through.

‘you don’t seem happy,’ he said softly, his eyes lifting to meet yours.

you took a shaky breath, the lump in your throat growing with every second. ‘of course i’m happy for you. it’s celtic. it’s everything you’ve worked for. but... but what about us?’

the words spilled out of you before you could stop them. you didn’t want to be selfish, but you couldn’t help it. his dream was becoming a reality, and you... you didn’t know where you fit into that anymore.

‘what about us, kieran?’ you repeated, your voice trembling. ‘are we at a place where... where i should follow you? can we keep doing this long-distance thing? or is this the end?’

the question hung between you, thick with all the unsaid words that had built up over the past few months. you’d both been busy, so busy, between his commitments, your own, that the time together had become sparse. and with this looming decision, with the inevitability of his move to celtic, you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

kieran was silent, his gaze falling away from yours. ‘i didn’t want to put that pressure on you,’ he said quietly. ‘i don’t want to make you feel like you have to come with me.’

‘but i’m not sure i’m ready to leave everything behind,’ you confessed, your voice cracking. ‘i’ve built my life here, kieran. my job. my friends. i can’t just pick everything up and go.’

his eyes softened, and he stood up from the counter, walking over to you slowly, carefully. when he reached you, he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the few stray tears that had fallen.

‘i didn’t mean to make you feel that way,’ he murmured. ‘i’m not asking you to leave everything behind for me. but you’re part of my future. that’s not something i can just... walk away from.’

you blinked up at him, trying to process the gravity of his words. you wanted to believe him. you wanted to believe that you could make it work, that love could conquer distance, could conquer time.

but it wasn’t that easy. not when you were being pulled in different directions, your own future uncertain.

‘and what if this doesn’t work out, kieran?’ you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. ‘what if you go to celtic, and things change? what if we change?’

he closed his eyes for a moment, as if the weight of your question was too much to bear. then, with a slow breath, he replied, ‘i don’t have the answers. i don’t know what the future holds. all i know is that i want you in it. i want us in it. but i can’t ask you to follow me if you’re not ready.’

the silence that followed was deafening. you wanted to reach out to him, to hold him, to reassure him that you didn’t want to lose him. but you also needed to be sure of yourself. you needed to know that you were making the right choice, for both of you.

‘kieran...’ you started, but the words caught in your throat.

he kissed your forehead gently, and you melted into him, allowing yourself the brief comfort of his touch. ‘whatever you decide, i’m not going anywhere,’ he whispered. ‘but i’m here for the long haul, and i need you to know that.’

you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to feel the warmth of his words, even if they didn’t fully ease the uncertainty in your heart. for a moment, you allowed yourself to lean into him, to breathe in the scent of him, to just be with him. you weren’t ready to make a decision, but you didn’t want to let go of what you had, either.

the future was uncertain, but in this moment, you had each other. and maybe that was enough to keep you going.

for now.

joao felix getting w neymars ex is the weirdest link up ever?? bro i’d never expect joao to b w sm1 that neymar got with in 2014.. as long as he’s happy!! gabriella lenzi, you better not be the new magui

Hiii!! I've been thinking about this for a while, and I feel like you're the best person to write it. Something where the reader and Kenan are getting involved, spending time together, but no one knows. They don’t follow each other on Instagram and try not to like each other’s posts so no one gets suspicious. She told him it would be the best way to avoid gossip since she’s the daughter of a famous retired football player and wants to keep things low-key. But after a night together, Kenan tells her he's tired of hiding, that he wants her at his games, and that he doesn't care about all that. Still, she keeps avoiding it. There's an important match in two days, and he really wants her to be there. Then, out of nowhere, her dad decides to visit and takes the chance to watch the game. She texts Kenan, telling him that his wish is coming true—she’ll be there, and no one will suspect anything. The game is amazing, and she ends up appearing on the big screen next to her father. Those images start circulating on football pages because everyone is fascinated by how stunning the ex-player’s daughter is. This brings a lot of attention to her, and suddenly, some bolder footballers start following her. Kenan does not like that…

I feel like there could be more to this, but I can’t think of an ending. I know you can turn this into gold!

❦ - hidden in plain sight.

summary:: what the req says + i honestly wouldn’t be able to tell u bc i didn’t proofread this and i wrote it like last week (idek if this even follows the req but im posting this otw to school?)

warnings:: uhhh none

writers note:: RIGHT so i think im people favourite kenan writer bc the reqs just keep coming (i love you guys pls don’t ever stop my cuties!) anyways enjoy 💔.

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp @universefcb ; lmk if you wanna be added or removed!

kenan leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, watching as you slip one of his hoodies over your bare shoulders. it’s too big, the sleeves hanging past your fingertips, but you wear it anyway. you always do. the early morning light filters through the curtains, casting a golden glow on your skin, making the moment feel softer than it really is.

you’ve spent the night together, again, but as always, you’ll be gone before the world wakes up. it’s your unspoken rule.

but something feels different this morning. there’s a weight in the air, something unspoken lingering between you. you can feel kenan’s eyes on you as you tie your hair into a loose ponytail, as you reach for your bag. normally, he lets you go without a fight. normally, he kisses you once more, watches you walk out the door, and waits for the next time.

but today, he doesn’t just let it go.

‘you really think this is still working?’ his voice is quiet, but there’s an edge to it.

you pause, fingers tightening around the strap of your bag. ‘what do you mean?’

‘this. us. hiding like this.’

you turn to look at him, his expression unreadable, but there’s something in his eyes, frustration, longing, something deeper than either of you have ever acknowledged out loud.

he steps forward, his hands slipping around your waist, pulling you closer. ‘i want you at my games. i want to see you in the stands, wearing my jersey, cheering for me. i want to go out with you without having to think twice about who’s watching.’ his fingers tighten just slightly, like he’s afraid you’ll pull away. ‘and i don't care who knows.’

your heart clenches, but you force yourself to shake your head. ‘kenan… you know why we do this. the second people find out, it won’t be about us anymore. it’ll be about my dad, about gossip, about every little thing i do. and then there’s your career-‘

‘my career?’ he scoffs, his jaw clenching. ‘you think i give a damn about what people say? i want you. that’s it.’

you look up at him, searching his face for something, understanding, patience, anything to make this easier. but all you see is frustration and something deeper, something that scares you.

‘kenan…’ your voice is soft, uncertain.

‘no. i’m tired of this, babe.’ his hands tighten on your waist like he’s afraid you’ll slip away just like every other morning. ‘i want you there. i want you to be able to post a picture of us without thinking twice. i want to hold your hand in public without looking over my shoulder.’

you want that too. god, you do. but it’s not that simple. it’s never been that simple.

‘please,’ he says, voice lower now. ‘come to my game.’

you don’t answer. you just press a kiss to his jaw and step back, reaching for your bag. ‘i’ll see you later, kenan.’

he watches as you leave, jaw tight, hands clenched into fists like he’s fighting the urge to chase after you. but he doesn’t. he never does.

two days later.

you’ve been avoiding the topic. every time your phone lights up with kenan’s name, you hesitate before answering, knowing exactly what he wants to say.

then, out of nowhere, your dad calls.

‘thought i’d come visit for a few days,’ he says casually. ‘been a while since i saw you. figured we could catch up, and… oh, i got us tickets to that big juventus match. i know you don’t care much, but come on, it’ll be fun.’

your heart stops.

kenan’s game.

the universe has a twisted sense of humor.

when you text kenan, your hands are shaking, half from nerves, half from something else.

you’re getting your wish. i’ll be at the game. no one will suspect a thing.

his reply is instant.

finally.

match day.

the stadium is packed, the energy electric. cameras flash everywhere, fans wave banners, the roar of the crowd vibrates through your chest. you sit next to your dad, pretending this is just another game, just another night. but it’s not. you know it. and kenan knows it too.

you try not to look for him, but it’s impossible. every time he gets the ball, every time he makes a play, you feel his presence like gravity pulling you in. and then, in a moment so brief you almost think you imagined it, he looks up, right at you.

you don’t breathe.

he smirks. just for a second. just for you.

then the screen shifts.

your face. your dad’s. plastered across the big screen for the entire stadium to see.

your stomach drops.

your dad laughs, nudging your arm. ‘guess they like seeing an old legend in the crowd, huh?’

you force a smile, but your pulse is racing.

the internet moves fast. by the time the game ends, pictures are everywhere, sports pages, football accounts, gossip sites. ex-player’s stunning daughter spotted at big match. the comments flood in. admiration. curiosity. and then… attention. the kind you didn’t want.

your notifications blow up. blue check accounts start following you. some of them are footballers, bold enough to slip into your dms, dropping fire emojis, compliments, invitations.

and kenan?

he’s livid.

later that night.

you’re in your apartment when he shows up, not even bothering to knock.

‘so that’s what it takes for you to show up at one of my games? your dad bringing you?’ his voice is sharp, but underneath it, there’s something else. jealousy. frustration. something that makes your chest tighten.

you cross your arms, shifting your weight. ‘kenan, don’t—’

‘don’t what? act like i didn’t see how many guys suddenly started following you? or how you ignored my texts but had time to post?’

‘oh my god, are you serious right now?’ you let out a short, humorless laugh. ‘this is exactly why i didn’t want us to go public. the second people know, it becomes a thing.’

he steps closer, his jaw clenched. ‘this isn’t about people knowing. it’s about you acting like you don’t want to be seen with me.’

that hits harder than you expect. you open your mouth, then close it, unsure what to say.

kenan shakes his head. ‘you think hiding protects us, but all it does is push me away.’

you swallow hard, because deep down, you know he’s right.

‘you’re mine,’ he says, voice lower now, rough with emotion. ‘and i want people to know that. so tell me right now. do you want this or not?’

the answer is easy. it’s always been easy.

you step closer, press your hands to his chest, feel his heartbeat pounding beneath your fingertips. ‘of course i want this, kenan.’

his lips crash into yours before you can say anything else, months of frustration, longing, and unspoken words pouring into the kiss. he backs you against the wall, hands firm on your waist, like he’s trying to make up for every second he’s had to pretend you weren’t his.

when you finally pull away, breathless, he smirks. ‘good. because next time i look up in the stands, you better be there, and not because your dad brought you.’

you roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. ‘fine. but if i show up, i’m wearing your jersey.’

kenan grins, hands still tight on your waist. ‘now that’s what i like to hear.’

hi!! maybe a mutual friends to lovers musiala fic?? like just a very normal realistic storyline yk. they start by hanging out with a group of friends and then split off a little and blah blah blah 🩷🩷

❦ - ich liebe dich.

summary:: basically the req.

warnings:: none.

writers notes:: uhm so this should’ve been posted a month ago. this has been in my drafts for a MONTH bro. i’m gonna go insane this got requested to me almost 2 months ago and i’m lowkey going insane so yes i’ll be posting almost all my drafts today bc i have SO MANY finished. also i’m ditching dividers bc it’s too much work!

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp @universefcb @mariejuli

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the first time you met jamal musiala, he was just another face in a group of mutual friends. you’d heard his name before, knew who he was, but you had never actually spoken to him.

it was one of those casual get togethers, someone’s apartment, music playing from a speaker, people chatting in little groups, making half serious plans that never actually happened.

you weren’t even paying attention when he sat next to you.

‘so you’re the one everyone keeps talking about,’ he said, voice easy and amused.

you turned to him, raising a brow. ‘depends. what exactly are they saying?’

he smirked, leaning back. ‘good things. mostly.’

‘mostly?’ you echoed, pretending to be offended. ‘what’s the bad part, then?’

‘wouldn’t you like to know,’ he teased, eyes glinting.

and just like that, it was easy.

it started slow. natural.

he was just a friend, or at least, that was what you told yourself. but then you kept ending up next to each other. at dinner tables, in group chats, in the back of ubers on the way to places you both had been half-convinced you didn’t even want to go.

‘we keep ending up together,’ you pointed out once, laughing after realizing you’d somehow spent the entire night just talking to each other.

‘maybe it’s fate,’ he said, smiling.

‘or maybe it’s just coincidence.’

‘or,’ he countered, eyes warm, ‘you just like my company.’

you rolled your eyes, but you didn’t argue.

it didn’t feel like flirting. not in an obvious way.

but it also didn’t feel like just friendship either.

your friends picked up on it before you did.

‘so, you and jamal, huh?’ one of them asked after a night out.

you frowned. ‘what about us?’

‘oh, come on,’ they groaned. ‘you two practically spent the whole night in your own world.’

‘we were just talking.’

‘yeah, just talking while standing way too close and looking at each other like you’ve got some big secret the rest of us aren’t in on.’

you scoffed. ‘you’re imagining things.’

but were they?

the thing was, you and jamal never talked about whatever this was.

there were no confessions. no big oh, we like each other moment. just little shifts. small things that added up.

like the way he started texting you first more often.

or how he’d wait for you when you trailed behind the group.

or how he’d nudge your knee under the table, just lightly, when you made a joke he thought was particularly funny.

one night, it was just the two of you. you were coming back from a late dinner, walking through quiet streets, the rest of your friends having peeled off one by one.

‘you cold?’ jamal asked suddenly.

you shrugged. ‘a little.’

without a word, he pulled off his hoodie and handed it to you.

‘jamal—’

‘just take it,’ he said, smiling.

you hesitated for a second before slipping it over your head. it smelled like him, clean, warm, safe.

‘thanks,’ you murmured.

he looked down at you, something unreadable in his expression.

‘anytime.’

and that? that was when you knew.

it wasn’t just friendship anymore. maybe it never had been.

but for now, neither of you said anything.

you didn’t need to.

until the night he kissed you.

it wasn’t planned, wasn’t some big romantic moment.

it was after another group night out, when you and jamal had split off, walking together like always. it had started to rain, not heavy, just a soft drizzle, and you had laughed, tilting your head up at the sky.

‘this is kinda nice,’ you admitted.

jamal watched you, his hands in his pockets. ‘yeah. it is.’

you turned to him, still smiling, and that was when he did it.

just leaned in, soft and certain, catching your lips with his like it was the most natural thing in the world.

you froze for a split second before melting into it, your hands gripping the front of his jacket.

when he pulled back, his forehead rested lightly against yours.

‘so much for coincidence, huh?’ he murmured.

you let out a breathless laugh. ‘yeah. so much for that.’

at first, nothing really changed.

you still hung out in the same group, still acted like just friends, except now, there were stolen glances, fingertips brushing when no one was looking, excuses to be alone.

‘you two are acting weird,’ one of your friends finally said.

‘what? no, we’re not,’ you denied quickly.

‘you totally are,’ they insisted, pointing between you and jamal. ‘there’s something going on.’

jamal, beside you, just smirked.

‘if you say so,’ he said, casually slipping an arm around your shoulders.

and at that moment, you knew there was no point in pretending anymore.

being with jamal musiala felt easy.

it wasn’t all-consuming or dramatic. it didn’t burn out fast or make you question where you stood.

it was steady. warm. like something you had slipped into without realizing you were always meant to be there.

it was the way he texted you good morning every day, even if he had training early.

the way he always reached for your hand first, fingers threading through yours like second nature.

the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing in the room worth paying attention to.

‘you’re staring,’ you pointed out once, grinning.

jamal just shrugged. ‘can you blame me?’

the first time he told you he loved you, it was quiet. casual, almost.

you were half-asleep on his couch, curled up against his side while some movie neither of you had been paying attention to played in the background.

his fingers traced absentminded circles on your arm.

‘love you,’ he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

your eyes fluttered open, heart skipping a beat.

you shifted to look up at him. ‘what?’

jamal looked down at you, completely unbothered. ‘i said, i love you.’

your breath caught in your throat.

he didn’t seem nervous about it. didn’t seem like he was expecting some big reaction. he was just telling you. stating a fact.

and somehow, that made it even more real.

you swallowed, voice soft when you finally spoke.

‘love you too.’

his smile was slow, warm, sure.

‘figured.’

and just like that, it wasn’t just unspoken anymore.

it was real. it was everything.

as a palestinian wallah the whole genocide is so upsetting , please donate to the gofundme !! 🍉

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