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― what i deserve ;; pablo gavi & pedri gonzalez ;; part one

⤷ pairing: pablo gavi x f!reader ;; pedri gonzalez x f!reader ⤷ summary: your relationship with gavi ended after he cheated on you. time has passed, pedri always checked up on you with small messages until he invited you to one of the home games. somewhere between losing your heart to pedri; gavi still attempts to get you back. ⤷ warnings: curse words ;; injuries ;; mentions of blood ;; hand around throat ;; explicit sex scenes ;; asshole!gavi ;; cheating ;; violence in fights ;; spanking ;; dom & sub ;; dirty talk ;; teasing ;; very deep feelings & conversations ;; slight triangle thing but not most of the time ;; second chances kinda ;; friends to lovers ;; not proofread & probably horrible written kiss scenes lol ⤷ izzy's notes: first part here we go! it took me so long tbh, but like, i swear i got distracted by pedri (& reading other's imagines about pedri lol). tell me what you think if you want!

Seven Months passed. Multiple calls turned into none. Messages vanished from your lockscreen, and for the first time, when you stared down at your phone, it seemed more like a blessing than torture. The reminders of an unhealthy relationship rested in the back of your mind, stopping the painful memories of being cheated on to resurface.

It’s been almost a month since you found yourself, enjoying casual football games again. Raised by a very determined father, who cheered from the couch or in the middle of the fans for his favorite club, he passed his knowledge to you before he became the beautiful picture in the settling sun.

Avoiding Camp Nou to increase the distance between you and your former boyfriend, the stadium pulled you back one day. It all started with a call, you never expected to receive. On the other side of the line, waited a nervous Pedri with an invitation to one of his home games. After the awful break up with Gavi, the friendship between you and his best friend crumbled quickly.

At least, once in a while, you received a short text message, asking about your well-being but after answering, you never received another. The game of two messages in a month lasted until the surprising call reached you and suddenly, Pedri found himself in your inbox almost each day.

And somehow, even after declining his invitation multiple times in a row, you ended up in the secluded section of the stands, reserved for family members and people close to the players. It was new to you to be treated like a special addition in someone’s life as Gavi never offered you such a seat.

Your little flag draped over the bouncing legs, the anxiety had you trembling. An empty stomach caused your chest to tighten, as your eyes skimmed across the still empty pitch. It would be the first time of seeing Gavi again, after checking his latest social media posts once in a while. Snapchat let you in on the multiple parties he visited over the past months; in each picture another girl with high hopes of feeling his undivided love wrapped around his biceps. It was pathetic in many ways, especially that you still shed a tear while staring at the photo, and compared yourself to the different types of women.

Gavi never really had a particular type. He just enjoyed the thought of having too many gush about him.

Loud music boomed through the stadium, the announcer’s voice mixed with the beat as he welcomed the fans of both teams. After a quick speech about the upcoming match, the team was shown on the large four screen on each side of Camp Nou.

Fans shouted the last names of the players, some louder and some swallowed by the warm air of the early summer day until two faces appeared. Number Thirty, Gavi. His face appeared on the screen, the pillow-like lips without a curl and the arms crossed. He still looked like the guy, you met over a year ago.

Yet, the fans were equally excited when Pedri’s number was shown. Black hair carefully brushed down, the ends of his strands scattered across the forehead and the arms crossed like Gavi had before.

Eyes glued to the screen in front of you, you paid no attention to the players, running onto the pitch in their pre-match jackets and warming up for exhausting ninety minutes without additional time. Discomfort replaced the emptiness, and you suddenly wanted nothing more than to stand up, and run out of Camp Nou — away from the upcoming confrontation, and seeing Gavi question Pedri’s intentions.

Nervously, your trembling fingers brushed the loose strands of hair out of the face, attempting to forget about the little voice in the back of your head — shouting at you to run as fast as you could. You were close to the field, almost too close for your liking as it seemed so easy to notice your attendance.

Maybe it was a mistake to show up; even after Pedri’s words turned into a sweet begging. You should have declined his attempts, should have watched the match from home and switching channels quickly when Gavi appeared on the screen. Same routine as the past year.

“I thought you would dodge.” A familiar, gentle voice demanded your attention, the source standing right in front of the stands. Your head snapped around, almost quick enough to tear a muscle, as you were faced with Pedri. A ball tightly in one hand, his lips curled into a sweet smile. Black strands styled upwards on the front, dressed in the Barcelona kit and a pre-match jacket, his eyes glued on you.

“I accepted; how could I dodge then?” Your elbow propped up on your knee to stop the nervous bouncing of your leg, you placed your chin in your palm. “I’m not that mean.” Emphasizing the the second to last word, Pedri’s head dipped down, and chuckled mildly.

“I can’t judge that, it’s been a while.” The ball rolled out of his grip and bounced on the grass until being trapped underneath the studs of his football shoes. “I didn’t tell him, you’re here. He doesn’t really deserve to know about your presence.”

Pedri was Gavi’s best friend, they shared secrets with each other and even trained out of the club together. Through your relationship, you became close friends with Pedri as well. And you were thankful for it, as he forced Gavi into telling you how he messed up that one night. If it wasn’t for Pedri, you still would be trapped in a very toxic relationship with a man, who used your trust for nightly adventures.

“Thank you.” You mouthed, this time letting the small smile tugging on the corners of your mouth break through. “Score a goal for me, yeah?”

Pedri raised a bushy eyebrow, surprised by what you demanded from him after losing contact for way too long. Yet, nothing has changed, you were still irresistible in each possible way for him. Turning away from you to dribble towards the teammates, Pedri glanced over his shoulder for a second time and raised his hand to show you a simple thumbs up. Enough of an answer for the question, as the midfielder found his way to his partner in crime on and off the pitch.

The game was in the hands of Barcelona, holding the ball in their possession the longest, and playing in the half of the enemy team. Close to scoring the lead goal, they stood in the twenty-ninth minute when a particular, harsh foul coaxed a gasp out of your mouth. A frustrated defensive player from Villareal decided to slide-tackle Pedri, the studs on his shoes hitting the ankle of the midfielder with full force instead of the rolling ball.

With a loud scream, filled with pain, Pedri fell to the ground, clutching his ankle between both hands. Pain twisted in his expression, and you jumped up from the seat, throwing your hands in the air. Camp Nou was filled with Barcelona supporters who booed and shouted insults through the stands.

Pedri was the last friend you had left, the last person that actually attempted to ask about your well-being even if he never answered another message until writing again. Seeing him, crumbled, laying on the ground, triggered the bubbled-up anger inside of you.

"Idiots!" You suddenly shouted; the insult rolled off your tongue quicker than you were able to process in your head. The medical team hurried across the field, pushing the Barcelona players out of the way to take a closer look at the ankle. While your eyes glistened with worry, they drifted from the ground to another person, ruffling the hands nervously through the hair and staring down at his best friend. Gavi.

Delicate palms pressed against the cold, silver bars which were used as a railing, you stared at the horrific incident, and how the medical's started to help Pedri off the field. But the midfielder's mind changed with the first steps, shaking his head and hands to explain that he belonged on the pitch; and wanted to stay. The referee behind them, blew his whistle, pointing his fingers annoyed at the watch around his wrist. Waving him off, Pedri hobbled off the field and the game continued quickly. At least three minutes have passed, if not longer, and it would be added at the end of the first half.

Still leaning across the railing, you tried to steal a glance at the coaching bench to see if Pedri was truly doing better, or playing the tough guy while his ankle swelled in a deep navy blue and wine purple. The medical team focused completely on the midfielder, inspecting how harsh the contact was and how strong the pain was. Losing Pedri in the midfield position would be a devastating start into the game.

The match continued, with Barcelona forced to play with one man less; and the opponents immediately tried to use the fact to their advantage. You couldn’t find a second to glance away from the painful twist on Pedri’s face. Eyes squeezed close, the bottom lip assaulted by his teeth as the medic’s pressed their fingers deeply against different spot around his ankle.

Minutes passed, and Xavi decided a substitute for the struggling Pedri was needed on the pitch. Displeased by the quick exchange, he rolled his eyes but swallowed the unattractive curse words which wanted to escape his mouth. Cheerful sounds rang in your ears, the fans around you jumping to their feet with the arms stretched into the warm spring air. Lewandowski once again scored a goal for Barcelona; with an assist from none other than number thirty. Gavi, who ran over to the much taller man, jumping straight on his back for a piggyback ride.

Pedri clapped his hands from the sideline, still seated in the grass while a bandage was wrapped around the swollen ankle; a thick pack of ice hidden between the layers. While the team hugged, and congratulated Robert for another perfect lead goal, Gavi jogged along the sideline towards his best friend for their very own celebration. Head tilted to the side, acknowledging the different aged females that screamed his name in a high-pitched, loud voice, with a wave and a smile.

But the curve of his mouth dropped, when his gaze drifted through the front row of the stands, bathing in the applause; and suddenly, drawn in by your presence.

A black, woolen jacket over the shoulders, the sleeves in your delicate palms. Underneath the thin material of a cardigan was a tight-cropped shirt, showing a small line of exposed skin until the charcoal-colored cargo pants perfected the chosen outfit. Hair, partly in a messy bun, the loose strands falling freely over your shoulders.

An appearance that reminded him of the first nights, you spent together. You were never a person for the tight dresses, or the overusing of makeup, and the confessions immediately drew Gavi in. But this time, your worried gaze wasn’t focused on him, you were staring at the injured man next to the coach’s bench. Concern twisted your features, eyebrows pulled down in a frown when Pedri winced as the ice bag was pressed tighter against the purple marks.

You visited Camp Nou for Pedri; for Gavi’s best friend. Unfortunately, the thought of seeing his mate touch you, kiss you, or even more, bothered him. A sudden wave of jealousy overcame Pablo, turning away from the sidelines as the referee blew the whistle for the third time, and already rummaged through the little pocket on the front of his polo shirt.

Trembling fingers brushed through the damp, chestnut strands as Gavi received the first booking of the night. And all he had left as an answer, was a subtle shrug of his shoulders instead of throwing a fit. He did not understand the sudden, unknown pinches in his heavy-breathing chest, or the reason behind the drifting gaze of his eyes to see if you were still in the stands and not already by Pedri's side.

A trail of thoughts, seeing you with his best friend entangled, bothered his mind and increased the difficulty of focusing solely on the last minutes of the first half. In seconds, he remembered the scent you carried around like a shield of protection, a fruity mixture of raspberries and vanilla. It was never a perfume like he assumed in the beginning, it was just a tube of shower gel. Those memories never bothered his concentration before, all it needed to remind him, was a glance at your face.

The referee blew the whistle once more, ending the first half of the match with a leading goal for Barcelona. And it did not take you longer than a minute to find a way out of the stands and to the catacombs. Your face was a familiar one, the security guards were still the same from the time you were by Gavi's side. An advantage for you, as they casually nodded their heads and let you through to the entrance of the tunnels. Brushing the thin strands out of the face while jogging down the corridor, the hem of your sleeves tightly between the delicate palm and soft fingertips.

Anxiety burst through your body in irregular waves when you reached the entrance to the pitch. Greeted by multiple familiar faces, your unfocused gaze drifted through the crowd, trying to find the injured midfielder. "How ironic." The rough voice twisted your stomach, the all-too-familiar melody, you once loved to listen to for more than six months. Stopping in your tracks, like the soles of your shoes were rooted to the tiled floor, you swallowed the breath you held without notice. Before you had a chance to find Pedri, and assure yourself that the concern was deeply unnecessary, Gavi found your worked-up self. „Can‘t stay away from me, huh?“

Arrogance infiltrated Pablo‘s voice, showing off the admiration he received over the past months as a shield and a new part of his personality. Confidence always lingered in his body, but the way he spoke, wasn’t similar to what you remembered. Teeth gritted, the anger bubbled in the pit of your stomachs. Anger twisted your insides, tainted your gentle heart and attempted to push you into a blinded rage. Accusing him of what he has done, how easily he played with your heart and tossed you away, but the worse part was the way, he tore your soul apart with his lies and words. Delicate fingers clenched into tight fists, the manicured nail dug into the sensitive skin of your palms.

Little needles pierced your heart, and the pain tightened your chest. You wanted to scream at him, make a fool out of yourself in the middle of the faces, you became all too familiar with. Turning around to face the arrogant curve of his mouth, Gavi stood against the wall. Studs against the stones, arms crossed over the Barcelona Jersey with the number thirty and his name. Chestnut strands in a devilish mess, thick hairs stuck to his sweaty forehead but the curl of his lips, the smugness written in the corners was the only part of him, you were able to focus on. It did not matter how attractive he was in any situation, the actions he did turned him into an ugly person for you. "Hermanito, she's not here for you. I invited her to the game." Pedri's gentle voice echoed through the corridor, capturing the attention of the two ex-lovers. Gavi rolled his eyes, tilting the head to the side while yours snapped in the direction of the entrance to the pitch at the first tone.

One arm draped over the shoulders of a medic, Pedri was carried inside on one foot. Your heart hammered against your ribcage, he was still in pain, but he did not intend to show an ounce of it. Pedri's gaze drifted away from the glimpse of annoyance in Gavi's expression, and to your face. Gentle features twisted by emotions, anger, and confusion, but also concern overshadowed the pureness.

„Are you okay?“ Carefully, you took a step towards the injured player, who assured the medic‘s that he was fine enough to walk further on his own. „That looked harsh, is it broken? I hope not.“ You rambled on between questions and expressing your concern as the distance closed between the two of you, and Pedri stepped into your little personal bubble.

Gavi‘s existence was not acknowledged by you anymore, the groan that slipped past his lips swallowed by the thick air in the catacombs. "No, it's swollen but it's nothing too serious. I'm benched for the rest of the game though."

"At least, it's nothing too bad! I almost jumped off the stands after hearing your scream." The words she attempted to hold inside, spilled out of her mouth, and admitted the intense moments of concern she went through. "Don't worry, again." Pedri chuckled, waving the worry away with his hand. "But it's flattering to know that you declined my invitation way too many times, just to sit in the stands weeks later and jump out of your seat because I got tackled.” While Pedri did not leave a second to spare to share a flirtatious comment with you, Gavi swallowed the heavy mixture of breath and oxygen. A lump in the throat, the need to leave the hallways indescribable but his hooded eyes were glued to the scene. Curiosity forced him to stay in his place, curiosity about how far the encounter would evolve.

„Well..“ You trailed off, swaying from your weight from the left to the right while deciding what words to say. „You’re my friend.“ A gentle smile plastered over your face as the answer slipped out so easily. But what you didn’t see, was the little flinch in Pedri‘s proud posture, the way he almost considered taking a step back and leaving your personal bubble again after hearing the word friend. For him, you were always irresistible, he never understood how his best friend chose hundreds of others when the perfect example of a caring girlfriend was right in front of him.

But the scene, the awkwardness that unfolded between the two of you caused a loud laugh to slip out of Gavi‘s mouth. Suddenly, he was relieved that he stayed to witness how you called him a friend with such ease. “All that work for being pushed into the friend zone again.“ He clapped his hands together, pushing himself off the wall to walk towards the changing rooms. „Maybe, she‘s still too much into me, hermanito.“ Pablo disappeared, including himself in the round of multiple conversations between his teammates. Thoughts vanished when you confessed Pedri was just another friend; leaving you alone with him in the corridor suddenly did not bother Gavi anymore. Satisfied by your words, satisfied to see that you just could not move on from what he gave you, plastered a wide smirk across his face. At least Pablo told himself that you weren’t able to leave him in the past to smooth his growing ego. Glimpses of confidence and pride written over the curl of his mouth.

"Maybe, you can watch the second half from the stands with me?" You fiddled with the ties on your cargo pants, avoiding as much eye contact as possible. Gavi's words triggered another wave of pure anger, and it was difficult to decide if calling Pedri a friend was the wrong or a good choice. "Just you know, if your coach allows it." Shrugging the shoulders, asking such a question felt oddly weird. And waiting for an answer gave rise to your nervousness.

"I have to change first, then there shouldn't be a reason not to be able to." Asking for his company in the stands, with the almost invisible watermelon-pink tint across the span of your cheeks, allowed another spark of hope to ignite in Pedri's stomach.

Taking a liking to his best mate's ex-girlfriend wasn't the greatest move, but Pablo knew the best, that Pedri fancied you for much longer than he actually said. With a quick nod, the injured midfielder stumbled into the changing room and immediately received a warm welcome, and questions about his foot from his teammates. Except for his best friend, Gavi stayed in the corner of the room, drowning a bottle of water while his intense glare never left Pedri's smiling face. And the number thirty of the Barcelona Football Club was the first to leave the locker room again, leaving behind a confused Balde, and stumbling straight into your gaze again.

Somehow, his features moved on their own. Furrowed brows relaxed, and the corners of his mouth lifted, much to your dismay. “You could have done anything.” Gavi pointed a single finger at you, closing the distance with slow steps. The woolen cardigan suddenly felt too warm, too tight wrapped around your numb limbs at the sight. For months, you avoided social media, the news and even football as a whole to not come in contact with regret. Remorse for not answering his incoming text messages about spending time together again, the multiple question marks that filled your inbox and even worse, the filthy words he sent without hesitation, which your body accepted and reacted to way too quickly. “And yet, you chose my best friend as a reasonable excuse to watch me again.”

Shaking your head to answer his words without having to use your trembling voice, defending the leftovers of your pride, you failed ultimately when Gavi caged you between his sweaty body and the cold brick wall. Calloused palm placed beside your head, he used his free one to let his warm fingertips dance over the span of your cheeks. “Still so beautiful, even after I ruined you so many times.” The whispers triggered the memories, the moments you locked away in your mind — yet, not deeply enough for Gavi to easily access them.

Nights, you spent at his newly bought house. Wrapped tightly in the comfort of the black blanket, his naked chest pressed against your bare, arched back. Rough fingertips dug into the sensitive skin around your throat, pressing your windpipe barely together. It was never meant to hurt you, the ecstasy was his greatest reason. His hips snapped against your ass, diving deeper into the warmth of your walls. Moans filled the in darkness drowned bedroom, the dim light of the moon illuminating the side of your face. Lids fluttered close, just like those nights when Gavi was in the mood to ruin you.

But he chuckled, nonchalantly and pulled your mind out of the daydream that played like a movie in front of your closed eyes. Forcing the lids open, your pupils dilated in slight shock. Months of preparation weren’t enough to decline Gavi any access to your mind. But what was worse was the rapid pace of your heartbeat or the painful hammering against your rib cage that he was able to feel. The hand on your cheek started to travel south, fingertips caressed along your jaw, over the side of your throat, and towards your chest. Palm softly pressed against the material of your shirt, fitting perfectly between your breasts, his lips curled upwards in satisfaction when your heart boomed against his sprawled-out hand. „Still the same reaction and yet, you think Pedri could offer you what I‘ve given you.“ Head tilted to your height, just a couple of centimeters smaller than him, his warm breath fanned over your glossy lips

"Tell me that you're still mine, carino." Gavi muttered into the thin air that was caught between your mouth and his. Shaking your head with the last bit of willpower, and the unsettling feeling of shame in the pit of your stomach as he played his little mind games with you, your lips brushed over his repeatedly but never closed the gap. „You ruined me one too many times, darling.“ You hissed, wiggling yourself out of his trap and stepping to the side as the door to the locker room opened, and multiple players walked outside. It was the last piece of self-confidence that slipped out of your mouth and defended your honor. Mistakes were made, repeated way too often and kept as long-term secrets throughout the relationships. Gavi's disrespect to you as a woman was enough to turn him into an unattractive person. Yet, you questioned yourself if the sentence you spoke, wasn't too harsh.

Suddenly, your shoes became an interesting view to avoid Gavi's lingering gaze and the quick glances of the passing players. But Pedri's appearance went by unnoticed, his white sneakers the first thing you see. Taking in his body, the left hem of his cargo pants settled underneath his knee to decrease the pressure on the swollen ankle, the charcoal color an extravagant sight on his tanned skin. Paired with a hoodie, he adjusted the pieces of clothing to the warm weather, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. A small black bag underneath his arm, keeping the most important essentials like his phone, and money inside of it. "You look a little flushed." Pedri used one of his hands to show with his long fingers the strawberry red tint across your cheeks, on his own face. Unfortunately, his words did not help to calm down your irregular breathing, or the intense pounding in your chest.

Any second longer at Camp Nou spread the discomfort in your body, shifting the weight from your left foot to the right to overshadow how much you trembled from the minutes with Gavi alone. Telling Pedri about his best friends' assault on his former lover would be absurd, after all, he was just a piece between Pablo and you. A friend for the two of you, but quietly cheering for your side. Clothes, way too tightly wrapped around your heavy limbs. Pedri's gentle face, radiating too much for your comfort.

"I think, I might just skip." You muttered, tilting the head to the side to avoid witnessing how the disappointment and the surprise twisted Pedri's features. Guilt bubbled in the pit of your stomach, inviting the midfielder first and then immediately taking back your words, and wanting to leave the stadium. Just in the span of five minutes, the glimpse of hope in Pedri's body vanished. Your sudden confession was a surprise to him, already attempting to find the mistakes he made that caused any discomfort to your figure. But the search never found a reasonable result. "Oh, I can sit at the coach's bench if you don't want to watch the game with me, it's fine." Pedri suggested immediately, trying to take the blame for the ways she felt without knowing what kind of emotions mixed in the pit of her stomach. "What?" You reacted quickly, the question tumbling out of your mouth as your eyebrows rose in confusion. Just for a simple second, you were clueless why he offered such a proposition but it hit you quickly.

"You said, you want to skip." Pedri's calloused palm placed over his neck, the fingertips scratching over the small hair and tanned skin. "I guess, you meant watching the game with me."

"Oh my gosh." You facepalmed yourself, letting your soft hand caress over you face. Strawberry red tint spread further across your cheeks and the bridge of your nose, showcasing a sign of shame. "I didn't mean watching the game together, it was more about the entire second half. I think I will skip the rest of the game, I don't really feel prepared enough to watch Pablo longer than needed after his rude interruption." Palm pressed to your flushed cheek, your tried to hide the hues of bright crimson red tainting your smooth skin.

“Oh.” Pedri chuckled, a very calm and light-hearted sound as the relief washed over him. “Understood. He can be a real pain in the ass.” Since Gavi transferred to Barcelona Football Club underaged, and him and Pedri became best mates. Driving as the passenger of the midfielder’s forest green mini became a ritual, the fans always knowing if they saw Pedri’s car, Gavi wouldn’t be way too far. “I really hope you don’t mind. Maybe next time, the circumstances are better.” You almost apologized for looking after yourself once again, offering Pedri a gentle smile as you turned around to leave the cursed corridors of Camp Nou.

“I can drive you home.” Pedri was quick with his suggestion, taking a step forward to wrap his long fingers around your wrist and stop the distance from growing. The little contact; just the way his warm fingertips carefully pressed against your pulsating veins, caused another blush to creep its way across the span of your cheeks and increase the heat that already put your body on flames.

Like the watermelon pink attempted to tell you that the ignited fire wasn't a usual feeling. Admiration resurfaced, the slight crush you had on the midfielder before Gavi asked you out prominent in the way your face twisted. Letting the sensation linger, the warmth spread over your skin, you tried to tug your arm away from his embrace. Instead of another attempt to convince you of his offer, Pedri's finger loosened, your limb slipping out of his grip and out of reach, without taking a step forward. "Only if you feel comfortable enough to share a car with me." Pedro added to his suggestion, witnessing how your body language changed. Muscles tensed with his touch, your voice barely audible as your heavy breaths overshadowed the words. And for merely a moment, Pedri questioned the way he almost tried to persuade you into spending time with him — even if it was just a lame car ride.

Delicate and soft palms wiped over your face, probably ruining the layers of make up you covered your blemished skin with. Choosing Pedri’s company could be a chance to feel a moment of mild comfort again. After all, he cared enough for your well-being to ask many, many times. Even when you decided not to answer the first text messages because you thought Gavi would be the reason behind the sudden interest. But it wasn’t, it has never been. “Sure, it’s better than being alone right now.” You accepted with hesitation as your mind traveled through the worst-case scenarios. While you walked through the corridors towards the parking lot where the signature green mini waited, you heard how the fans chanted Gavi’s name like a beautiful melody as another goal extended the lead. Another ball hitting the back of the net, another time number thirty scored for Barcelona.

Bathing in the applause, the attention and how needy the girls at the front of the stands tried to reach out, Gavi smiled at the cameras. The curl of his mouth plastered across his face, the burst of happiness faded when the drifting gaze of his deep hazelnut orbs didn’t find your face in the crowd. Empty seats in the secluded section, his head snapped to the coach’s bench to find Pedri. But his best mate was missing too.

Unfortunately, the realization and the negative thoughts forced Gavi into a wave of blinded rage. He knew immediately, he would leave the pitch with another booking — just no one knew if it would be a simple yellow as usual, or a deeply crimson red one.

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gadriezmannsgirl · 1 year

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HEY BESTIE!! just found your blog and I'm about to read your work. But I was wondering if you can write me a request? Please. One where Pedri (my love) is dating a female f1 redbull driver and how their relationship would be giving the schedule and stuff or if you don't know about f1 (idk) you can do like an actress!reader and pedri having a crush on her and pining over her? If you don't wanna do these, I completely understand! But be safe and have an amazing day/night.

Hi darling! Yes I can! Pedri is life, isn't he? Freaking precious (Even tho my weakness is Gavi😅). Tysm, I really hope you like my writing, please let me know!

I do know my bits of F1, not a really hardcore fan of it so I'm gonna take the Actress!Reader since I don't really know everything from it.

I did this while waiting for my class at Uni, so I hope you like it. And be safe too! Have a great day/night

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Hard Crushing - Pedri González x Actress!Reader

"Oh my god, Pedri. You're really watching again The Queen's Gambit?" Fernando, Pedri's brother, asked him after sitting on the couch next to him

"Yes I am, what about it?" Pedri said not taking his eyes off of the TV

"You're obsessed with her, aren't you?"

"I'm not, she's just a good actress!" Fernando gave him a look raising his eyebrows "Ok, maybe I do am a bit obsessed with her. But she's Beautiful, have you given her a good look? Fucking gorgeous" Pedri shook his head "And don't even get me started on her look in Last Night in Soho... AND! During Black Widow? My goodness" Pedri groaned already picturing you in said movies "Also, there were a few rumors saying she's going soon to be appearing in CM, it'll be awesome to see her as a doctora"

"CM?"

"Chicago MED" Pedri replied almost instantly looking at his brother crazily for not recognizing the TV show "Si aparece ahí, me encantaría tener las mil y un enfermedades solo para que me cure" (If she's appearing there, I'd love to have a thousand sickness just so she could cure me)

"Tú estas loco" (You're crazy)

"Thank god, she talks Spanish too" Pedri says out of nowhere ", that way I wouldn't embarrass myself more than I would probably do if I ever get to meet her"

... ...

"What do you mean Y/N Y/L/N will be here?" Pedri asked in disbelief stopping his training to hear the gossip from Balde, Araujo and Ansu

"Yes, she's coming to Barcelona apparently she'll be filming a movie here so she's gonna stay for a while" Araujo explained

"And she's fan of the Barça so" Balde ended

"I know she's fan of Barça, you don't have to tell me things I clearly know" Pedri stated making Gavi laugh "Tell me more about this visit, that I didn't knew about"

"¡CHICOS!" They were interrupted by Xavi "It's not time to gossip, we've a Clásico to win!"

Pedri watched Ansu, Araujo and Balde run off not without telling them a quick "We'll talk later"

... ...

"What do you mean I'll be cooking in front and for Y/N Y/L/N?" Gavi, Ansu, Alejandro, Ferran, Araujo, Lewandoski and Ter Stegen laughed out loud after hearing the news and watching their friend's reaction

"Yes, she's coming to Camp Nou for a whole day, she'll see you training, we'll be giving her a tour and after that we'll be doing a video with her and you were the chosen one. That will make you both good" One of the staff said "Or if you don't want to do it, we can have Gavi or Lewandowski, they were also very asked for"

"¡NO, YO LO HAGO!" (NO, I'LL DO IT!) Pedri yelled surprising the poor woman, the guys laughing once more before he composed himself and added a quiet "I mean... I don't have any problem to do it. I'd love to"

"Okay, it's settled then. Next Tuesday, Pedri"

Gavi speaks up after the woman left "This is your big chance, bro. Meeting Y/N Y/L/N, the girl you've been practically in love with ever since 2019"

"What if I mess up? Say something weird? What if she thinks I'm crazy?"

"I don't think you can mess it up that much, Pedri" Ansu said shaking his head "She's a normal girl, you can do this, I mean... What's the worst thing you can do or say to her?"

"Be confident" Araujo said showing him a thumbs up

... ...

Next Tuesday

Practice had already ended, you had already met briefly the players and they were practicing while you were given the little tour around Camp Nou.

Also, while you were getting makeup done, Pedri was showering and getting himself dressed.

"How will I be able to not embarrass myself in front of her, if just by hearing her name I go like if I have a worm inside me?"

"That's a bit gross, dude"

"¡Joder!" Pedri turned around quickly nearly giving himself a whiplash and soon wished he hadn't.

You were standing there right besides him.

"Hijo de...- Ya la cagué" (Son of a... I fucked it up already) Pedri mumbled to himself but you laughed completely hearing him

"También hablo en Español, cariño" (I also speak Spanish, darling) You said giggling finding really cute his awkwardness.

Truth is that you absolutely loved Pedri and were also a bit nervous, he was your favourite player currently at Barça. And meeting him was like a dream come true.

"Don't worry about it" You said "You're my favourite player and I'm sweating my ass off too" He laughed out loud turning around to see you wearing a smile on your face.

"I'm sorry, you're just... Incredible" You blushed "Like, I've seen all of your movies and series"

"You're incredible too" you said "Like... I always see your matches and you never fail to amaze me" Pedri smiled feeling himself blushing at your words.

"Thank you, it means a lot"

"What are you cooking today?"

"Honestly, I don't know" You both laugh lightly "I just hope that whatever I'm making won't give you a stomach ache"

"You can't be that bad"

"The only thing I do great is serve a glass of water and burned rice" You laughed

"I trust you" You said smiling lightly "You'll do great" You showed your fist up, waiting for him to bump his with yours, when you were called to start recording

"God, she's so beautiful" Pedri mumbled but you still heard it

"Thanks. You're pretty handsome too" He groaned making you laugh. You were teasing him but at the same time you were waiting for him to lose his nerves and you, lose yours.

... ...

Pedri thought this was the worst and best day of his life, you were chatting with him while he was cooking.

Don't get him wrong, you're beautiful and chatting with you was easy, his nerves turned into excitement while talking. But also, the talking with you made it for him a bit impossible to fully concentrate in the cooking.

He just hoped everything tasted good. Or eatable.

"This is really spicy" You said taking a bite from the chicken and coughing up a bit "Like really, really spicy" The whole crew laughed and Pedri covered his hands

"I'm sorry" He said

"No. I like it, I just wasn't expecting that much" You pronounced That heavier making them laugh once more "But still this is delicious" you gave another bite to the chicken showing a thumbs up

"Rate 0/10?"

"9" You said inmediately "For those who say Pedri can't cook"

"Yo tambien lo digo" (I also say it) Pedri, himself said it in disbelief, you liked his food.

"Probablemente me de un dolor de estómago mas tarde, pero, por ahora está buenísimo" (It'll probably give me a stomach ache later, but, for now this is good)

"Esto ha sido Cocina en el Nou, si te ha gustado deja un like y sigue al Barça en todas las redes sociales" (This has been Kitchen in the Nou, if you liked this video leave a like y follow Barça in all social medias) Pedri said as you both waved at the camera

You stood besides him giving him a hug and soon the cameras stopped rolling only for the staff to bring you a Barça shirt.

It was your size with Pedri's name and his number 8.

"Thank you!" You said smiling. Both of you posed for a picture as Pedri quickly signed the shirt for you "It was a pleasure meeting you" You said hugging him once more.

It was almost time for you to go

"CanIhaveyournumber?" He asked quickly as you blinked a few times to recover from his quickness

"Pardon?"

"Can I have your number? It was really nice meeting you too and I would love to chat with you more, without cameras if you'd like" Pedri said.

You smiled

"Only if you take me out on a date"

"Only one?"

"You need to win me over, González. If you keep this moves up, you'll do it in a snap of fingers tho"

You didn't need to say it twice.

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@gaviypedrisbride

#pedri x you #pedri gonzalez #pedri barça #fc barca #pedri x y/n #pedri fluff #pedri gonzalez x reader #pedri icons #pedro gonzalez #pedro gonzález lópez #pedri x reader #pedri imagine #Pedri #pedri blurb #M. Is writing #writing #fc barcelona

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You are an introvert female Barca player. One day you forget your art work at Barca training grounds and Gavi picks it up. He looks through the pages and see a drawing of him. He than finds the name and questions around who the person is. When Pedri tells him, he decide to go look for her until it is told she left already. He then gets her address from a female Barca player, goes to her house to which the hosue keeper let’s him in and tells her she’s in her art room area. He sees her painting and dancing to bad bunny and gavi just watches and smiles as he admires all the artwork she has (some have Barca drawings with the males and female team)… you may end it how you like.

Im excited to do this one, there were others before this one but I want to write about someone new🫶🏼 I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Sorry if there are some mistakes, English isn’t my first language

You are art to me

Pairing: Gavi x Fem Reader

Summary: you had left some art work back at the training grounds. Gavi stumbles across your sketch book as he was leaving and found himself intrigued, as he was looking through it he saw a drawing of him which intrigued him to go on a hunt for the artist.

Warnings: kissing? If you consider that a warning, nothing else besides fluff.

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You had been at Barca for a few months now. You had gotten transferred because Barca adored your football skills. They weren’t the only skills you had though. You really enjoyed doing art, you enjoyed capturing things you found beautiful in the form of drawings and paintings. You had to admit, ever since you transferred to Barca you found yourself drawing players. How could you not? There were so many beautiful people who played there and they just caught your attention. One in particular caught your eye the most.

Pablo Gavira.

You weren’t much younger than him, maybe like 4 or 5 months. You first saw him when you went to support the men’s team play against Real Madrid. You always enjoyed watching the men play. I mean of course you enjoyed the women’s too but the men got in fights more frequently and a part of you found it entertaining. You had saw him walk out with the team for pre match training. He was wearing the home kit and he had the number 30 plastered on his back. You knew who he was but you’ve never seen him in person before and man did he look majestic.

That game was the game you drew your first drawing of him. It was a drawing of his smiling after the win against Real Madrid. He was adorable but you’d never admit that out loud. He had tons of girls roaring for him and you didn’t want to me caught up in social media drama.

Fast forward to now. You had went home for the day to finish your artwork. You knew something was missing but didn’t bother pondering over it because it must’ve not been important enough to remember to take with you.

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Gavi was headed off the pitch when something caught his eye. A notebook? A sketchbook? He didn’t quite know what it was till he got closer. It was left on one of the bleachers. As he approached it he concluded it was a sketchbook. He knew he shouldn’t be nosey but his curiosity got the best of him. He grabbed the sketchbook and took it with him to the locker room.

As gavi sat down on a chair he pulled out the sketchbook again. When he opened it he was already amazed. There were drawings upon drawings of players and camp nou. He was impressed to say the least. he kept flipping through the pages, taking in every detail the pencil had created until he stumbled across one picture.

A picture of him.

He was flattered but confused while also impressed. Whoever the artist was really showed off her skills for drawing. She got every detail of him. He looked around for a name. Any hint to who may have drawn it. He finally found a name at the back of the sketchbook

“Y/n Y/l”

He said to himself.

He didn’t know who you were, you were new so not many people did along with the fact you were very introverted. He decided to go ask Pedri, Pedri knew everyone from the women’s team to the men’s.

Gavi shut the book and headed back out to the field. He looked over the field and spotted pedri. Gavi then began to jog in his direction calling out for him.

“Hey hermano!” Gavi yelled towards pedri.

Pedri looked at gavi with a questionable look.

“What’s up? Is something wrong?” Pedri asked gavi, confused as to why he came back out onto the field.

“Yeah everything’s ok I just wanted to know if y/n y/l rang a bell to you.” Gavi explained.

“Yeah she’s apart of the women’s Barca team, she hasn’t been here long but she’s really popular around the world and she’s your age, why?” He explained before asking.

“Oh no reason anyways do you think she might still be here? She left something behind and I thought I’d might as well give it back.” He explained, hoping Pedri would have an answer like he always does.

“I don’t know, go check or ask alexia or someone, they’d probably have a better idea.” He told gavi.

Gavi nodded before going to find one of your teammates. He in fact did find alexia but as soon as she said you left already a frown covered Gavi’s face.

“Here let me give you her address.” Alexia said before writing it on a piece of paper.

Gavi mentally praised her for the help before heading over to your house. When he has arrived he was shocked by how big your house was. You don’t post it over social media because you don’t like the thought of people know what your house looks like in the odds some weirdo would find it. Gavi swallowed a little hard before walking up and knocking on the door. When nobody answered the first time he knocked one more time. This time a woman answered.

“Hello sir how may I help you?” The slightly elder woman asked.

“Hey is y/n home? She left something at the training grounds and I wanted to return it to her.” He said with a friendly smile across his face.

“Ahh yes, she’s in her art room, go straight down the hall then to the left.” She smiled back before letting him in.

When gavi entered he was astonished by how pretty and clean your house was. You had marble flooring that was shiny and lots of artwork covering the once bare walls. He lingered a little bit admiring your house before reaching the doorway of your art room. He heard music. Bad bunny? He thought to himself.

He opened the door and peaked in. You were to engulfed in your art and dancing that you didn’t even hear the door open. He saw you there, dancing in a pair of pajama shorts and a baggy shirt that was covered in paint. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He even giggled a little when you started pretending the paintbrush was a microphone as you sang the lyrics into it.

He leans against the doorframe, admiring you. This was the first time he’s ever even saw you and he knew, you were the most gorgeous girl he’s laid his eyes on. Minuets passed and you heard shuffling between your song change, you turned around and shrieked. You didn’t expect Pablo Gavira to be standing in your house, let alone the doorway to your art room.

“Sorry if I scared you hermosa.” He said to you with a big grin.

You stood in front of the painting you were working on. It was of him and it embarrassed you to think about the fact he probably already saw it.

“Uhh…n..no it’s ok, um how did you get in here and why?” I asked, mentally cursing myself for stuttering at the presence of a man.

“A woman let me in, I came to return this.” He said, handing out my sketchbook to me.

Fuck I hope he didn’t go through that.

“You drew a really nice photo of me, it was impressive.” He complimented me.

Fuck.

“Wow nosey much.” I responded jokingly.

“Thank you though, I knew I forgot something but didn’t bother to check what.” I told him with a thankful tone.

“Of course. What are you painting now?” He asked trying to peak over you too see.

I quickly stood even closer to it to block his view.

“Nothing…” I said with a shaky voice.

I don’t want him knowing I have like an obsession with making art of him.

He walked closer to me causing me to back up with every step he takes closer to me. He grabbed me by my waist shocking me to the point I didn’t even comprehend that he managed to move me away from the painting.

“Woah.” He said as he admired the painting of him.

“I swear I’m not some umm weirdo it’s just you’re really appealing to make art of.” I said trying to find an excuse as to why I’ve been doing so much art of him.

He turned in my direction, our faces super close now.

“No it’s ok I find it really cool if I’m being honest.” He told me. I could feel his hot breath fanning my lips.

His eyes flickered to my lips that were slightly parted then back to my eyes.

“This may sound weird but can I kiss you?” He asked me. I was in utter shock. I just starred at him before I subconsciously nodded my head. With the confirmation I felt his lips, the lips I’ve been painting and drawing since the day I first saw him play, the lips I thought about almost every night, the lips I pondered wether or not would be soft or dry, on my lips. It felt like heaven, it didn’t feel real.

I kissed him back, my arms snaking around his neck as his pulled me closer to him by my waist. We kissed for what felt like weeks until we pulled away to catch our breaths.

“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, we just met and I think I’m already hooked. You’re beautiful…” he told me.

“You’re like art to me.” He said starring into my eyes. I starred right back into his and told him one last thing before kissing him again.

“You are art to me”

#imagine #blurbs #soccer #gavi x reader #gavi #pablo gavi #pedri #futból #football

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Andrea's guide to Barcelona

I spent the past 5 months living and working in the beautiful and vibrant city that is Barcelona. I have written all my favourite spots in a small notebook, but I thought it would be a good idea to write it down once more. This time in the online world of Tumblr (so I can find it too in the future).

Favourite neighbourhoods:

El Born (lots of cool shops, think of concept stores and gift shops)

El Raval (a bit alternative, you can find various graffiti paintings)

Barrio Gótico (basically the heart of the centre)

Touristic Things:

La Rambla (not very special to me, but it’s nice to have seen it)

Placa de Catalunya (if you want to see the busiest square and shopping streets of Barcelona, then definitely go here!)

La Sagrada Familia (the most famous church in Barcelona of course, if you are under 30 and go on a Sunday after 16:00, you’ll get a discount, which means you can visit the church, go up on one of the towers ánd get the audio guide for 15 euros)

Park Güel (there’s a free nature park, which is great to walk around, but also make sure you visit Park Güel and take a photo on the famous bench)

Placa d’Espanya (walk up the stairs for a view of Barcelona)

Magic fountain (near Placa d’Espanya, fountain show with lights and music)

Camp Nou, FC Barcelona game (even if you don’t like football, it still is cool to watch a FC Barcelona game and experience the atmosphere)

Do the Gaudi houses tour (on your own, for free, look it up on the web and give yourself a tour!)

Swim & Chill

Favourite beach: Playa del Bogatell (bit more quiet, more locals there, less annoying people who want to sell stuff and a cleaner sea)

Piscines municipales Montjuïc (the olympic swimming pools of Barcelona, great way to cool off and get an amazing view of the city. Make sure to bring your own drinks and food because there aren’t really food places nearby. It’s also a good idea to bring a hat because there aren’t many shadow places.)

Parc de la Creueta del Coll (beautiful parc with small pool/lake, a lot of locals with small kids go there)

Vintage shops and markets:

Lost & Found Market (basically a big flea market, I wasn’t a big fan of it)

Two Market (everything only costs 1 euro, but the entrance fee is also 1 euro, if you go early you can definitely find something cool and cheap)

You will find most vintage shops on Carrer Tallers, like: Holala vintage, Flamingo, Flamingos vintage kilo, etc.

If you’re looking for new and second hand vinyl or cds, go to Revolver Records on Carrer dels Tallers 11. They also sell band shirts.

Palo Alto Market (great market every Saturday and Sunday with food trucks, clothing, lifestyle goods, live music and much more!)

Nature & Sights

Ciutadella park (a lot of green, also a lot of people who do work-outs there)

The Montjuïc (one of the most famous hills in Barcelona, there are also a lot of touristic things to visit there, my recommendation is to go to the Teleferico Barceloneta and take the cable car to the Montjuïc)

Tibidabo (visit the Basílica and go up on the tower for a fantastic view)

Bunker El Carmel (it is quite a walk, bring some food and drinks, go in the late afternoon and have a nice picnic while watching the sunset)

Parc del Laberint d’Horta (nature park to walk around, which also features a maze!)

Food & Drinks

En Ville (very fancy menu del dia, if you’re into that)

La Tagliatella (good and cheap chain Italian food)

UDON (cheap fast food, asian style, go for their variation of the menu del dia)

Spice cafe (best carrot cake in town, seriously!!! Also try their homemade raspberry lemonade, it’s very refreshing)

Federal café (great for brunch, nice poached eggs, also a good place to work at)

Surf House (especially great in summer, after an afternoon at the beach, have the burger, fries and mayo-mango sauce or the phi phi salad!)

Eyescream and friends (very cute shaved ice cream with little eyes on them, you can choose the ice cream flavour and two toppings. It’s super yummy, they have cute branding and it’s very instagrammable!)

Bacoa (if you like eating burgers, this is the place to go to!)

Maka Maka (also a great burger place, with a very nice looking exterior)

La Boqueria Market (thé food market in Barcelona, definitely worth a visit, buy a cup of fruit or a smoothie or try a macaron ice cream sandwich from MIMA Ice Cream)

Brunch & Cake (delicious and extremely good looking brunch food! They have two locations, one by the sea and one in the city. Be sure to come early, because it gets very busy and you’ll have to wait in line to get a table)

FOC BCN (great latin food and cocktails, but make sure to tell the staff if you don’t like coriander)

Cosmo bar (very hip and trendy looking bar with great food, amazing cakes and nice coffee & juices)

Café Cometa (same owners as Cosmo bar, same hip-trendy-quirky restaurant, but with more light and it’s a bit more relaxed. Try the munch brunch, you can assemble your own brunch plate)

Chök the Chocolate Kitchen (amazing donuts and cronuts, they have two locations, but not a lot of seats, mainly focused on take-away, try the Kinder bueno donut)

Trópico (healthy and tropical foods and AMAZING juices and smoothies, try the smoothie with pink dragon fruit!)

Ice Wave (they take cream, add your toppings and create it into ice-cream rolls, which is already a show to watch on its own, they also sell fantastic ice-cream crepes)

Gaudí Bakery (incredible cakes, also great to take-away, try the Red Velvet!)

Can Dendê (Very cute little brunch/lunch place, try the pink lemonade, bagel with salmon and waffle fries)

El Nacional BCN (bit more expensive, but definitely the most beautiful eating place with multiple restaurants inside, especially magical around Christmas time)

Granja Petitbo (restaurant with a vintage and hip looking decor, try the waffle with cheese, chicken, spinach and strawberries)

Syra Coffee (brilliant coffee, kind baristas and amazing sweet goods from Lukumas)

Flax & Kale (worth a visit for the healthy food lovers, try the pink salmon burgers, coconut yoghurt with fruit and granola or the banana bread, or ALL OF THEM)

Tapas tour (book yourself a tapas tour and learn more about the history and culture of Barcelona, while eating tapas at various places)

Museums and Art

MACBA Museu d’Art Contemporani (Keith Haring mural

Museu Picasso (

Disseny Hub Barcelona (if you’re into design, then go here! From graphic design to furniture, there often also are cool exhibitions)

Google online for a free street art tour (or find a tour yourself and go explore the city!)

CCCB (museum with contemporary art, last time I was there, they had three exhibitions going on, very interesting!)

On Placa d’Isidre Nonell, there’s a mural of two lips kissing each other, made out of small photos: “The sound of a kiss is not as loud as that of a canon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer.”

Clubs, bars and parties

Brunch in the park/Brunch in the city (in the summer, there’s brunch in the park on the Montjuïc, which is really cool, in the winter it’s in the city, most of the time in Poble de Espanyol)

Sala Apolo (a lot of events, but especially concerts, I went to Allah-Las for example, very authentic venue)

Paradiso (if you go through the vintage fridge doors, you’ll find yourself a secret bar with amazing cocktails! Try the pineapple one)

Shôko (club which often has R&B, hiphop and classics playing)

The Lime House (cheap and strong mojitos)

The George Payne (Irish bar for a night of karaoke, they also sell a cheap black-out tray for 20 euros you’ll get: 2x Sex on the Beach, 2x Sangria, 1 caraffe of Vodka + Redbull, 2 shots Jäeger, 2 shots Tequila and 2 shots Sambucca)

Pacha (club if you’re more into techno/deep house)

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palaugranetes · 3 years

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🔵BLAUGRANETS🔴

Ansu: So how did that basket idea do? @Iñaki

Iñaki: I'm actually nervous. It's been 4 days.

Ansu: I mean NYE and holidays you know.. logically it would take a bit.

Iñaki: Yeah, probably.

Arnau: You'll be fine bro

Iñaki: I really just want this to be over. I am ready to move on.

Arnau: And you will

Iñaki: BUT WHEN

Ansu: May I make a suggestion?

Iñaki: Has me saying no ever stopped you?

Ansu: Not really.

Iñaki: Then why did you even ask?!

Ansu: I was being courteous.

Iñaki: Just spit it out

Arnau: There will be no spitting of any sorts.. not even in words do I want to see it.🚫🚫🚫🚫🚫

Ansu: You can always talk to someone to be a medium...

Iñaki: Like?

Ansu: Leo

Iñaki: 😦

Ansu: He can help.. talk to the Capi

Iñaki: about this trivial thing!? You crazy?!

Arnau: Ansu might have a point there

Ansu: I am always on point bro

Arnau: Sure thing sweetheart

Iñaki: Do you think it would help @Ronald?

Ansu: Trust me.

Iñaki: Kinda don't. You would still have been in this predicament had you not assisted him.. which, I gotta say, is not fair at all.

Ansu: I can't control Geri's actions. The ONLY one who can is Leo.

Ronald: "Iñaki: Do you think it would help @Ronald?" Why are you asking me?!

Iñaki: I trust your judgement the most out of all of these idiots.

Arnau: Hurtful!

Iñaki: yeah well the truth hurts.

Arnau: I don't like this Iñaki..

Iñaki: You and me both.

Arnau: We need to rid you of the Geri stress.

Iñaki: WHAT DO YOU THINK I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO DO THIS ENTIRE TIME.

Ansu: TALK. TO. LEO.

Carlitos: I did. He said that he will talk to him.

Ansu: ☝🏾☝🏾☝🏾☝🏾☝🏾

Iñaki: Oh God.. HOW

Carlitos: How what?

Iñaki: How did you talk to him?

Carlitos: I used my words?

Iñaki: 😒😒😒😒

Ansu: I keep telling you it's not that hard.

Iñaki: It's Leo.

Ansu: Yes Iñaki, we are aware of that.

Carlitos: So fingers crossed.

Ronald: "Iñaki: I trust your judgement the most out of all of these idiots." Fair enough.

Ronald: Curly told me he talked to Leo.

Iñaki: You knew?!

Ronald: You didn't!?

Ronald: So I guess wait for Leo's response.

Frenkie: Seems like we all knew???

Iñaki: WHAT!?

Pedri: I knew

Sergiño: Me too

JC: I did too

Iñaki: YOU'RE IN PORTUGAL!!!!

Francisco: I knew

Oscar: Same here

Iñaki: WTF

Carlitos: @Riqui you were right, he did freak out

Iñaki: I hate both of you so much.

Riqui: 😂

Riqui: But yes wait for Leo...

JC: I sent Leo a gift basket as well😏

Riqui: Good for you

JC: Gerard didn't send the basket back so I guess that's a good sign.

3 January 2021

Ansu: FRENKIE 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

JC: 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

Ansu: That pass from Leo though🤩😍

JC: GOAT.

..........

Ansu: Okay... can y'all just do something..

..........

Ansu: Well.. A Win is a win.

Ansu: @Pedri @Dembz @Pedri @Frenkie @Ronald @Oscar 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

............

Riqui: I'm gonna start a book. I'll read it during matches. Imagine 90 minutes of reading.

Carlitos: y'all .. I got something to say

Carlitos: But not now

Ronald: 🤦🏽‍♂️🤦🏽‍♂️🤦🏽‍♂️

Riqui: You okay their rizos?

Carlitos: Uh.. yes.

Riqui: Alright.

4 January 2021

Iñaki:Anything from Leo?

Carlitos: Nope

Iñaki: Sighs... Okay

Frenkie: Guys, especially @Carlitos , why do I keep hearing that you might be going to Getafe?!

Riqui: Ew

Pedri: I saw that as well

Carlitos: Because It umm.. kinda is true.

Frenkie: OH COME THE FUCK ON

Carlitos: 😩 I don't like it as much as you do

Frenkie: There?!

Riqui: 😩😩🙄

Carlitos: I know.. It will be for a few months

Riqui: I CANNOT WAIT FOR JANUARY 24

Frenkie: Getafe...

Carlitos: Yes.

Frenkie: Man... Best of luck there bud

Pedri: Sighs

Francisco: We'll miss you.

Oscar: All the best rizos..

Riqui: It is only a few more months It is only a few more months It is only a few more months It is only a few more months It is only a few more months It is only a few more months

Ronald: 😂

Arnau: Hopefully things go by smoothly.

6 January 2021

Oscar: Alexia!! Are you guys watching?

Arnau: I am.. Legends

Oscar: Indeed

Carlitos: Look at them slaying those Pericas

Oscar: 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

.......

Oscar: THAT GOAL!!

Riqui: Melanie is a legend! Wow!

Arnau: 🤯🤯

Carlitos: She deserves it.

Oscar: I am so happy they finally got to play at the Camp Nou!

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Ansu: Best of luck dudes

.......

Ansu: OH COME ON!!!

Carlitos: 🤦🏻‍♂️🤦🏻‍♂️🤦🏻‍♂️🤦🏻‍♂️🤦🏻‍♂️

.......

Ansu: YOU BEAST @Pedri

Ansu: That whole play was so 🤤🤤🤤

Carlitos: Blondie you are on fire!

.......

Ansu: I am in tears... FIRE

JC: Boy you are killing it @Pedri

Carlitos: That was beautiful!

.......

Carlitos: Again with the illogic..

Ansu: I am surprised Marc has not punched anyone in this team yet.

Carlitos: 😂😂

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Riqui: I knew bringing a book with me was a good idea

Ansu: You actually did it??

Riqui: I did

Ansu: 😂😂😂😂😂

Iñaki: @Carlitos did Leo say anything by any chance? I forgot to ask earlier.

Carlitos: Oh yes... He said that he talked to Geri but it was pointless because his plan was already in effect...

Iñaki: Oh fuck

Ansu: Yikes

JC: But my gift basket...

Carlitos: I'm actually glad I am not there anymore if only for that reason.

Sergiño: JC is in Portugal.. how is you being in Madrid gonna stop him😂

Oscar: Very true😂😂

Arnau: Dude barely speaks but when he does.. he makes points😂😂

Carlitos: Why has @Dembz been so quiet?!

Dembz: I'm just reading..

Riqui: Yeah me too 😂

Dembz: I meant the chat

Riqui: oh

Frenkie: "Carlitos: Blondie you are on fire!" 💙❤💙❤

Pedri: Leo told me to tell you guys that he needs to talk to us tomorrow before training.

Riqui: Did he sound angry?

Francisco: Nope

Riqui: And you know how?

Pedri: He was there

Francisco: Yep

Oscar: Did he say why?

Pedri: Nope

Frenkie: Okay.

Iñaki: All of us?

Pedri: Yep all of us.

Oscar: Do you think he knows about this group?

Ronald: Very valid question

Riqui: He can't.. Can he?

Sergiño: 🤷🏽‍♂️🤷🏽‍♂️🤷🏽‍♂️

Dembz: Did anyone slip?

Frenkie: I don't think any of the adults know about this

Pedri: "Oscar: Do you think he knows about this group?" He knows

Riqui: 😳😳😳😳

Frenkie: HOly shit

Ronald: Do you think Luis told him?!

Francisco: Very possible

Pedri: Nope.

Dembz: Did you tell him?!

Pedri: Yep

Riqui: 😳😳😳😳

Pedri: IT'S LEO. HE ASKED. WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO SAY?!

Ansu: Fair point

Riqui: Is that why he wants to talk to us?!?!?

Pedri: I don't think so. JEEZ we will see tomorrow

Francisco: what is this an interrogation!?

Riqui: This is major!

Pedri: I mean...

Riqui: God if he says anything to Gerard about this.

Pedri: Highly doubt he will.

Francisco: Just ask him tomorrow

Pedri: Exactly

7 January 2021

Dembz: Y'all I just got a text from Gerard

Riqui: Oh fuck

Dembz: "Geri🌴: "What disappears as soon as you say its name?"

"Geri🌴: The first one to get his is the one most known for being the opposite of the answer to that riddle."

Carlitos: WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?

Frenkie: Silence

Carlitos: Why are you shushing me?!

Frenkie: No dummy that is the answer to the riddle.

Dembz: The opposite of the answer.. so someone who talks a lot?!

Frenkie: Or is loud.. annoying..

Arnau: THAT COULD BE LITERALLY ANY ONE OF THESE CLOWNS

Frenkie: Hey he said it..

Dembz: I feel it's gonna be JC

JC: HEY .. WOAH.. WHY ME!?

Ansu: Let's face it, you're the most annoying

JC: I liked you better when you were 17.

Oscar: I feel it will be Carlitos

Iñaki: Riqui

Ronald: So many options

Ansu: I say JC

Sergiño: I'm just glad I have nothing to do with this whole mess

Francisco: Indeed

Pedri: 🙄

Ansu: 😂

Riqui: 😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒 I hate you

Carlitos: I hope he gets you first @Iñaki

Iñaki: CAN HE?! PLEASE.. I actually want him to.. at least that way I will be put out of my misery!

Arnau: Nah.. It's gonna be either Riqui or Carles

Oscar: Fully agree

Ronald: Can't wait to find out

Pedri: so cruel

Frenkie: I'll say..

Oscar: It is what it is.

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Soult and his aides-de-camp (1)

With few exceptions, Soult had always chosen his aides-de-camp himself, they became the real “familia” of the marshal. Some of his aides-de-camp had published their memoirs, the most famous one should be Mémoire du Général Comte de Saint-Chamans.

Saint-Chamans was aide-de-camp of Soult from 1803 to 1811. The marshal held him in a real affection, even during the Restauration, they kept in contact. Gentleman of the King’s Chamber during Charles X, Saint-Chamans refused to serve Louis-Philippe, their relationship finally came to an end. Saint-Chamans became an acerbic editor after retirement, though his memoirs should be consulted with caution, it’s still a valuable work.

Well, I think it’s one of the most funnest moment in Mémoire du Général Comte de Saint-Chamans.

Thanks to @frozenflames who saved me from my poor English :)

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J'étais de service ce jour-là auprès du maréchal (Soult), et ne pouvant quitter le salon, c'est là que je fis brûler notre schnick dans un grand chaudron au-dessus duquel, au moyen de pincettes, nous avions ajouté un gros pain de sucre; ce spectacle produisit une grande gaieté, et jusque-là tout allait bien, mais quand nous eûmes goûté cette précieuse liqueur.

"Le vin au plus muet fournissant des paroles,"

Nous eûmes bientôt étourdi le maréchal qui travaillait dans un cabinet attenant au salon, et il nous ordonna, fort sèchement, d'aller nous désaltérer (ou nous altérer) plus loin ; l'eau-de-vie agissait déjà, j'oubliai que j'étais de service, et Lameth et moi, en emportant le chaudron d'eau-de-vie dans notre chaumière, nous y entraînâmes tous nos camarades ; la ration était forte, la gaieté devint bruyante, et à minuit on pouvait, aux avant-postes, nous entendre rire et chanter.

Le maréchal s'était couché, il ne riait pas tous les jours, et ne chantait jamais; notre gaieté l'ennuya, car elle l'empêchait de dormir ; il appela l'aide de camp de service pour l'envoyer, disait-il lui-même en riant quelques jours après, faire taire ces ivrognes; l'aide de camp de service ne répondit pas ; il était loin de là et bien autrement occupé ; le maréchal s'impatienta, se leva et monta chez son frère, qui était alors son premier aide de camp et couchait au-dessus de lui; mais il ne le trouva pas davantage, car il était avec nous et, comme nous, chantait le Comte Orry et la Mère Gaudichon.

Le maréchal, d'assez mauvaise humeur, monta encore plus haut, c'est-à-dire au grenier, où couchaient ordinairement Petiet et Ricard, deux autres aides de camp; mais encore personne ; il lui restait Anthoine, jeune aide de camp fort sage et qui couchait aussi dans la maison ; il y courut ; son espérance fut encore trompée, et après avoir fouillé toute la maison, il resta convaincu que tout son état-major était dans la joyeuse terrine ; et nos éclats de voix étaient si bruyants qu'il pouvait nous reconnaître ; je laisse à penser sa colère ; il finit cependant par trouver l'officier de grenadiers commandant sa garde, et il l'envoya aussitôt dans notre chaumière, qui, dans ce moment, valait pour nous tous les palais du monde, avec ordre de ramener le troupeau au bercail, et de mettre l'aide de camp de service aux arrêts forcés.

Cet officier de garde vint d'un air dolent s'acquitter de sa mission, qui fit peu d'effet ; nous chantions à tue-tête, et sa mine sérieuse et composée contrastait assez plaisamment avec nos figures enluminées ; nous le forçâmes à prendre sa part du précieux breuvage, et quand il n'y en eut plus, chacun se retira chez soi comme il put.

Je me retrouvai le lendemain matin sur ma paille, sans avoir encore les idées bien nettes ; mais la vue d'un beau grenadier en faction à ma porte me rappela ce qui s'était passé dans la nuit, et je me recouchai, bien résolu à prendre mon mal en patience ; il m'en coûtait peu de me résigner à dormir ; la journée, d'ailleurs, était orageuse au quartier général ; je sus par Lameth que chacun des aides de camp avait reçu un sermon de M. le maréchal, et je rendis grâce à mes arrêts qui m'en avaient sauvé un probablement plus sévère, car dans cette affaire, j'étais un vrai chef de complot, et j'avais abandonné mon poste devant l'ennemi.

- Alfred Armand Robert de Saint-Chamans (1781-1848), Mémoire du Général Comte de Saint-Chamans, Plon, 1896, p.68-69

I was on duty that day with the marshal (Soult), and could not leave the salon, where I had our schnick burned in a large cauldron over which, with tweezers, we had added a large loaf of sugar; this show produced great gaiety, until then all was fine, but later we began to taste this precious liquor, and

"even the dumbest wine can provide lyrics."

We immediately stunned the marshal who workedd in a cabinet adjoining the salon, and he ordered us, very dryly, to quench our thirst (or make us thirsty) outside; with the liquor, I forgot that I was on duty, and Lameth and I, carrying the cauldron in our cottage, all our comrades there ; the ration was strong, our cheerfulness became loud, at mi-night, they could even hear us laughing and singing at the frontline. The marshal had gone to bed, he did not laugh every day, and never sang; our cheerfulness annoyed him, because it prevented him from sleeping; he called the aide-de-camp on service, he said laughing a few days later, to silence these drunks; the aide-de-camp on service did not respond; he was far from there and otherwise occupied; the marshal grew impatient, got up and went up to his brother's room, who was then his first aide-de-camp and slept upstairs; but he did not find his brother, because he was with us and, like us, sang Comte Orry and Mère Gaudichon. The marshal, in a rather bad mood, went up even higher, that is to say to the attic, where Petiet and Ricard, two other aides-de-camp, were usually sleeping; but still no one; the only one remained was Antoine, a very wise young aide-de-camp who also slept in the house; and after searching the whole house, he was convinced that all his staffs was in the joy; and our bursts of voices were so loud that he could recognize us; I could imagine how angry he was; nevertheless he ended up finding a grenadier officer commanding his guard, and he immediately sent him to our cottage, which, in that moment, was worth to us all the lalaces of the world, with order to bring back the herd to the fold, and put the aide-de-camp on servie into confinement. This officer came with a plaintive air to carry out his mission, which had little effect; we sang loudly, and his serious and composed mine contrasted quite pleasantly with our illuminated figures; we forced him to take his share of the precious beverage, and when there was no more, everyone retired their place as he could. The next morning I found myself on my straw, without yet any clear ideas; but the sight of a beautiful grenadier standing on guard at my door reminded me of what had happended last night, and I went to sleep again, determined to take my pain in patience; it costed me little to resigh myself to sleep; the day, moreover, was stormy at headquarters; I learnt from Lameth taht each of the aides-de-camp had received a sermon from the marshal, and I gave thanks to my confinement which had saved me from a probably more severe punishment, because I was the most to blame in this case, and I had abandoned my post in front of enemies.

#napoleonic #jean-de-dieu soult

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Trust - Chapter II.

'What's so funny?' he asked seemingly gruffly.

'You,' I replied. 'You always have to be number one, don't you?'

'There's nothing wrong in wanting to be the best,' he shrugged, but I heard something in his voice that made me think. He really wanted to be the best, and while there was nothing wrong with some brotherly rivalry, I was sure that Nick just needed to always win. It's like it was coded into his cells.

'You know,' I started biting my lips, not perfectly sure if I wanted to say this out loud. 'I did read on tumblr that you're a dominant little fuck, but well... I never expected it to show this much.'

Warnings: mature content, BDSM content Pairing: Nick Jonas / Other Female Character This fanfiction can also be found on Wattpad by fnntth

I don’t own Nick Jonas or any other recognizable characters. This fanfiction is completely fictional, its only purpose is entertainment.

Chapter II. - Well, you probably know more than you ever wanted to

The whole night was surreal. From the moment of buying Nick Jonas a 24-hour Hola BCN card, to the minutes we spent on night buses with drunks or people that were having flashmobs all around us, to 5 in the morning, when we ended up sitting on the wood of the dock, just listening to the voice of the sea and enjoying the first beams of the sun.

Half of the people we met were drunk, the other half were just laid-back Spanish guys, who didn't care about who Nick was, so we weren't disturbed once. In the five or six hours we spent together, we managed to see every mainstream attraction in Barcelona, like the Sagrada Familia, the Houses of Gaudi, the Cathedral with the gothic quarter (which by the way was not so promising at night, but Nick's presence made me extremely calm), Las Ramblas and we even managed to take a short walk on the beach in Barceloneta.

'I mean, I'm not saying there is nothing else to see, but I think we did really good,' I glanced up at him, while taking a bite from my McDonald's cheeseburger. I got us the metro tickets, which meant that Nick got us food. And what would be better than some McDonald's?

'What did we not see?' he raised his eyebrow, taking a sip of his soda.

'Well, for starters, nothing from the inside,' I chuckled. My anxiety was long gone, I somehow managed to comprehend the fact that I was, in fact, sightseeing with Nick Jonas. It all seemed strangely natural and normal. 'We didn't see Parc Güell, the market, and the gothic quarter is much nicer in the daylight. We didn't see the museums, or the Camp Nou stadium.'

'That's the home of the soccer team, right?' he asked, then stuffed his face with some fries. I couldn't help myself but grin. Seeing him eat McDonald's out of a paper bag was just so... Mundane.

'Home of the football team, yes,' I corrected him. 'You're in Europe, Jonas, might as well use the phrases we use,' I teased and he rolled his eyes.

He looked at me for a long moment. I can just imagine, how attractive I looked with my cheeseburger. My hair must've been a mess and also, my makeup, due to running around all night. I'm sure that there were dark circles under my eyes. I should've been tired, but this whole intercourse with Nick made me extremely energized.

'You know, it's amazing... You speak English, which is not you first language so perfectly, that you get to lecture me, an American on grammar and words. You're just brilliant,' he said, and I could feel myself blush.

'Yeah, thanks, well, my intelligence is one of my best traits,' I tried to seem confident.

He chuckled, then returned his cheeseburger. I looked around the empty dock, nobody was up at this hour. I could see the boating people starting to work in the distance, but around us everything was calm. It did seem quite idyllic, we only heard the seagulls and the water crashing on the shore.

'Did you check your sugar?' I asked suddenly, my fangirl-self making me remember that the man next to me had a condition that he needed to be cautious with. Nick smiled at me, with yet another strange expression on his face and nodded.

'I did in the bathroom of the McDonald's."

'Not the best place, I guess,' I shrugged. Honestly, I had no idea about diabetes. All my knowledge came from fanfictions about Nick, so I wasn't sure what exactly he needed to do in order to prevent highs or lows. 'What?' I asked after about half a minute, when he was still looking at me.

'It's just crazy, how much you know about me,' he shrugged.

'Oh, believe me, I've been holding back,' I chuckled. 'If you knew about my very-very extensive Jonas knowledge, you'd think I'm some creep.'

'How extensive is it exactly?' he asked with a smile, taking the last bite of his burger.

'It's a lot,' I shrugged. 'But it's not like I know you. I just know some things about you.'

'Things like...?' he asked, teasingly, but I could hear the curiosity in his voice.

I sighed, ready to embarrass myself with all the useless information I knew about him. Normally there's no way I would've told him, yet something in his eyes made me want to be completely honest with him. I found this effect of his quite awful and confusing.

'Well, I know your and your brothers' middle names. I know who you've dated. I watched the amazon documentary, so I know what happened between you and the others. I know you're diabetic, that you've had an overt the top wedding, that you're extremely talented and that you aren't embarrassed when there's spinach in your teeth in a Grammy's performance.' He chuckled at my words. 'I also know pretty useful facts like you like cheese but only on pizza and homemade quesadilla and you like when the moon looks like a toenail,' I laughed, and he joined in. Just like that, the whole song was in my head.

'I just realized,' he started after calming his breath. 'I don't even know your name.'

'We just went six hours running around the city and you don't even know my name?' I raised my eyebrows, replaying our whole night. Indeed, my name never really came up.

'Well, I've been calling you beautiful in my head.'

'Nice save, Jonas.' I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks again. 'My name is Kamilla.'

'Kamilla,' he repeated, as if he was tasting my name on his pink lips. 'That's way too long. What do your friends call you?'

'Mostly Kami. My boss calls me Kamille, but she's from the Czech Republic, so...'

'I'm going to call you Milla,' he announced, and even though I usually hated when someone made up nicknames for me, it somehow felt perfect coming from him. I had no idea why.

I hummed, not really finding words. This whole experience just got even more surreal. Up until now, while I didn't have a name in this little trip, it was just a fantasy, two people running around. Now, as I told him my name, it somehow got real.

I still wasn't perfectly sure that this was actually happening. I wanted to ask him for a picture, something that'd help me decide after a long long sleep it this was real, but I didn't want to make him feel like I was just another fan, who wanted something from him.

'So what should I know about you, Milla?' he asked, and I swallowed when he pronounced my name again.

'There's really not much,' I shrugged.

'C'mon, if you know so many useless facts about be, at least give me something to work with,' Nick asked, and I shook my head with a small smile on my face.

'I'm an economist, getting my Master's degree soon. I work for a multinational company in the beauty industry. I have a sister, who is eleven years younger than me, so we aren't that close. I live in Budapest, like to travel and watch series.'

'And you love fangirling,' he noted smugly.

'And I love fangirling,' I chuckled.

'What is your favorite flower? Favorite food? Favorite alcohol? Disney movie?' he asked.

'Peonies, sushi, gin-tonic and is it really relevant?' I asked.

'So I guess it's not JONAS,' he guessed.

'I actually loved JONAS. I know that you hated making the second season, but I loved that one. It was so much more mature than the first.'

'You aren't answering to the question.'

'Hm, I'm so sorry, but I've got to stick with High School Musical.'

'I'm really hurt that it's not even Camp Rock,' he said, bringing his hand to his heart.

'Well sorry, Zac Efron stole my heart long before your brother did,' I replied with a grin.

'My brother?' he raised his eyebrows. 'What about me?!'

"C'mon Nicholas, you know that Joe was the star of those movies. Sure, your curls were quite cute back then, but Joe was the older guy, the one the girls wanted to... do things to,' I finished, biting my lip. It was so funny, Nick actually seemed offended by my words, or at least he was a great actor.

'Do things to? Really? You were like eleven when Camp Rock came out," he remarked sarcastically.

'Twelve and I was an early riser,' I teased. In reality I'm sure my twelve-year-old self didn't want anything else, but hold Joe's hand, maybe kiss him, but Nick didn't have to know that. I quite liked the reaction my words were getting out of him. Looking at his expression, I couldn't help but laugh.

'What's so funny?' he asked seemingly gruffly.

'You,' I replied. 'You always have to be number one, don't you?'

I bit my lip again, knowing that I was entering unknown territory. Honestly, I had no idea why I said it. It just seemed so natural to tell him what was going on my mind. I think I even forgot to breath for a while, as I was waiting for his reaction.

Nick looked at me and I could see him gulping. He seemed surprised but also intrigued, a smirk playing on his face. He looked into my eyes deeply for long, long seconds. I was a little bit worried that he was going to find my remark insulting, or he was going to say that it was none of my business, but the worry was surprisingly slight. I could feel a lot more curiosity about his reaction. I could see his eyes move to my lip for a second, that still was between my teeth, then back to my eyes.

If he said not to bite my lips, I would've laughed at him I think. That's what Mr. Grey always said to Ana in Fifty Shades of Grey, and it would've been ridiculous to hear it from Nick. Yet, for some reason only his short glance was enough for me to release my bottom lip, and just look up at him expectantly.

'There's nothing wrong in wanting to be in control either, is there?' he asked eventually in a low voice.

'Nothing, I guess, as long as you find people who are willing to give you control," I replied. Our gaze stayed connected for long minutes, and I felt like there was something that we didn't need to say out loud, but we both knew. 'It's almost 5:30,' I announced, looking at my phone's screen. I sent a text around one to the girls, saying that I wasn't going to be back to the hotel for a while. Only got back incoherent words, so I guess they've also had a great night. The strange moment between us was gone.

'We should get you back to your hotel,' he nodded. 'And I should be back to mine, if I don't want to miss the next show.'

'When do you leave here?' I asked, collecting the trash from our dinner/breakfast. Nick looked at his phone, checking his calendar.

'At eight,' he groaned. 'I'll have to sleep on the road. If Priyanka lets me,' he only muttered the last part of the sentence.

'Wait, Priyanka is here? In Barcelona?' I asked, stopping in my tracks. She's called him a couple of times during our night, but I thought she was back in the US, making sure that her husband was doing okay.

'Yeah,' he nodded, biting his lips. He didn't seem nervous though, rather regretful.

'And you've spent your night with me, a complete stranger, running around the city rather than being with her?' I asked, making sure that there was no emotion in my tone. I didn't get it. Seriously. I had no idea why he would do this. He nodded. 'Why?'

He looked at me for a long moment, which I spent with taking the trash to the nearby trash can. I didn't know how to feel about this. The fangirl in me wanted to find out what happened, but the adult in me wanted to respect his privacy. It was none of my business after all.

'I just needed to take a breath.'

'Yes, that explains why you smoked a cigar outside,' I nodded. 'It doesn't really explain why you've ignored your wife all night.' I tried to be as careful as I could, not wanting to seem like I believed I had any right to judge his actions. We barely even knew each other after all.

'I mean I needed a breath away from all of it,' he explained, but failed to meet my eyes. 'Needed to stop being me for a minute.'

'What do you mean?' I raised my eyebrows.

'I'm always Nick Jonas. People always want something from me. And I'm fine with it most of the times, but now, we're so close to the end of tour and its starting to be too much. I was supposed to take Priyanka for a late dinner, we would've gotten papped, and mugged. Instead tonight I was just Nick with you. We managed to explore a whole city for the first time ever, without anyone giving a fuck about who I was. I missed this. Needed this.'

'But you are Nick Jonas,' I replied softly. 'Is a night of escape worth all the drama that's going to follow today? All the explaining you'll have to do?'

'Yes,' he said instantly, lifting his glance to meet mine. 'This night was worth everything. I finally feel like a normal person again.'

'Glad I could help,' I smiled at him, as we started walking towards my hotel. It wasn't far away, about 20 minutes on foot. The city around us started to wake, more and more people were on the street, but luckily none of them disturbed us.

I felt a bit sad. This night felt like something out of a movie. It was great, truly, even though I didn't have as much stress in my life as Nick, I felt much calmer now. Maybe it was his company, or just the tiredness of being awake for almost 24 hours now. And now, the night was coming to an end.

'Thank you,' I smiled at him when we arrived to my hotel.

'For what?' he asked, raising his eyebrows.

'This night I guess. I also needed this,' I shrugged, smiling up at him. He was much taller than me. 'For walking me home. And for the breakfast.'

'Well, thank you for being my tour guide,' he smiled back, taking his cell phone from his pocket and handing it to me. 'Hey, give me your number.'

'Why?' I asked, furrowing my brows.

'Maybe we can be each other's air, don't you think?' he asked, as I took his phone from his hand. 'When you need to vent, you can write me, when I need to vent I can write you.'

'You know, that's kind of genius,' I chuckled. 'It's not like we will ever meet again to feel embarrassed about the things we tell each other.'

'Oh, I do think we will meet again,' he smirked, and for some reason I believed him.

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You’re all I want, all I need

Chapter 1 - I’m ready now

Chapter 2 - The 13th clan

Chapter 3 - Soulmates

Chapter 4 - Your enemy is our enemy

It's sunset by the time everything is ready for the summit. Lexa's throne room has been set up to host the ceremony with a long red carpet the goes from the doors to the steps at the feet of her throne. It fits quite perfectly, Clarke thinks, that the Commander of Death has to walk her way towards the Commander of Blood on a crimson rug.

Everyone else is already inside, standing by one side of the red carpet and waiting for Clarke to make her entrance. Or better, they’re all waiting for Wanheda. That's who she’ll have to be, at least for tonight. The broken former Sky leader will have to wait outside those doors. Thankfully, the handmaids Lexa sent to help her get ready did an amazing job in making her look like the powerful woman everybody is expecting to see. She is dressed in a gown with a high side vent that leaves her legs visible, the top is covered by a golden leather corset which all but sets off her cleavage. Then there's her hair, held away from her face and arranged in a series of intricate braids, reflecting the grounders' traditional hairstyle. Two stripes of war paint go from each one of her eyes to her hairline. Everything about her makes her appear like a powerful grounder commander.

"Yumi na teik won sonraun au?" And will you take a life with me?

"Medo ste thonken, medo drein au." A body's hollow, a body bleeds.

Clarke hears the beautiful voice of the singer starting to sing as the guards open the doors to let her into the room. She takes a moment to look at the people in the room, everyone’s staring at her expectantly. Taking a deep breath, Clarke holds her head up high, as she's seen Lexa do many times before, and she walks in.

"Oso kik raun ogeda, soulou." We live as one, we live alone.

"Ai laik yu gona." I am your soldier.

"Ai na get raun, you." I will atone.

Clarke’s breath gets caught as soon as her eyes land on Lexa’s form, standing tall in front of her. They didn't have the chance to see each other before the beginning of the summit, so they're both mesmerized by sight of the other. They don't let it show, of course. Nonetheless, if you paid close attention, you could totally tell they are staring languidly at one another as their eyes study single detail of the other's dress, hair and make-up. Lexa looks as ruthless as she does while wearing her armor, but all Clarke can think of is that this is the first time she's ever seen her in a gown, and she is stunning. Lexa is wearing a long black and crimson dress that leaves her arms and her cleavage on display. Her hair is held back in her usual braids, but her war paint is simpler than the one she wears for battle. Like Clarke's, it shapes into two stripes that go from her eyes to her hairline. As she walks, Clarke can't help but notice Lexa has a tattoo on her upper right arm. She wonders what’s the story behind it, but that of course is something that will have to wait for later. Right now, she needs to focus on keeping her back straight, and on walking without tripping on her own feet, so that the mighty Wanheda won't make a complete fool of herself in front of all these people.

"Yumi na teik won sonraun au?" And will you take a life with me?

"Ai keryon gyon op, ai keryon g' breik au." My soul moves on, my soul is freed.

Clarke comes to a stop in front of Lexa, as the voice in the background sings these words. They stare deeply in each other's eyes, and for a moment it feels like it’s just the two of them in the room. Their eyes shine with a newfound resolution, and it seems like they're saying that yes, they will take a life with the other. The words of the song reflect perfectly what Clarke feels right now. Thanks to Lexa her soul is able to move on from all the horror and loss she's experienced in her life, and now it’s finally free. Free to love the woman standing in front of her with all of her heart, and free to take a life with her.

"Pas skaikrasha, klin tristraka," After the storm, a lightning flash,

"En houd don gon hosh trashsaka." With all the world reduced to ash.

Clarke is lost in her thoughts, until the singer moves on to the next verse of the song. Brought out of her reverie, she remembers that it’s now time for her to bow to Lexa. Before anyone can notice the way the two commanders are staring at each other, she bows her head, and very slowly, she moves to kneel down on one knee. Staring at the floor as sign of respect and submission, Clarke cannot see the look on Lexa's face. She doesn’t notice the way her eyes sparkle with unshed tears, or the way her mouth opens slightly in awe. Thankfully, years of training in hiding her emotions help Lexa keep it together in front of her warriors. No one notices the way her eyes water up as Lexa’s mind darts off to that damned day when she had to leave Clarke behind in order to save her people. She remembers how bad she felt when she set foot back into camp that night, praying to whatever god that’s up there that Clarke was still alive. She wouldn’t dare to hope that Clarke might forgive her after her betrayal, but as long as she was okay, it didn’t matter if the woman hated her for the rest of her life. Thank God, Clarke did make it out of it alive. But only for the Ice Queen to go and threaten her life to win over Wanheda’s power. Lexa can’t believe she’s almost lost yet another person she loves at the hands of Queen Nia. But Clarke is here now. She's safe here in Polis by her side. Not only did she manage to protect her from Azgeda, but she also got Clarke to forgive her, and even more, to love her.

"Yumi na teik won sonraun au?" And will you take a life with me?

"Houd na fleim daun, bed' ge jok au." This world will burn, save what you need.

Lexa keeps her eyes fixed on Clarke’s figure until everyone else in the room falls on their knees before her. The first one to follow in on Clarke’s action is Prince Roan of Azgeda, to Lexa’s great surprise. The last ones, instead, are Marcus and Abby, which doesn’t surprise her at all. With that, Lexa takes a deep breath to regain her composure. She cannot let her voice waver as she addresses the people bowing to her. She’s their leader, and leaders cannot be weak. Emotion is weakness. She can hear Titus’s voice reaping it to her over and over again. Lexa moves her eyes quickly around the room, before tilting her head to her right to look at the singer, waiting for her to finish the song.

"Ai nou fir raun," I am fearless,

"Ai mana jomp in," I am to fight,

"Ai mana wan open," I am to die,

"Ai don sin y'in." You're in my sight.

"Yumi na teik won sonraun au?" And will you take a life with me?

"Jus drein jus draun," Blood must have blood,

"Ai medo drein au." My body bleeds.

When the song is over, Lexa brings her gaze back on the people knelt in front of her. And with her head held high, she finally greets them: "Hail, warriors of the 12 clans."

"Hail, Commander of Blood." The assembly replies in chorus.

"Rise." Lexa waits for everyone to be back on their feet, and for Clarke to walk to her mother's side before continuing. "We welcome Skaikru to our halls, in spirit of friendship and harmony. And we welcome Klark kom Skaikru, legendary Wanheda, Mountain Slayer. The reason for the summit has changed. We are not here to negotiate a treaty with the Skaikru, but rather to initiate them into the Coalition."

Loud murmurs fill the room as soon as the warriors assimilate what she just said. But their voices are soon cut off by Lexa's clear voice.

"To symbolize this union the leader of Skaikru must bear our mark." She looks down at Kane and Abby, expecting the choice to rest on either one of them, as Clarke had told her. She stares at them attentively, as they look at each other. Finally, Abby leans in to say something to Marcus. Lexa can't quite make out what is said from where she's standing, but their gestures are enough to let her know ù he is going to be the one to bear the coalition mark.

"Present your arm." She orders after nodding to him.

Right as the white-hot metal mark is pressed on his forearm, the doors burst open, and three people break into the room. Lexa recognizes two of them as Octavia kom Skaikru and her brother Bellamy, who is holding one of her guards at gun point. She has no idea who the other man is, but she reasons he must be one of Clarke's people as well. Having no clue of what’s happening, Lexa looks at Clarke worriedly. But her worry only increases since Clarke looks just as surprised as her to see her friends standing there by the doors. The first one to recover from the shock of the irruption is Titus. The bald man gives them looks at them threateningly as he demands an explanation as to what is going on. Bellamy’s voice is just as harsh as he answers, claiming the summit to be a trap.

“We have to get you out here.” He says, motioning for Clarke to follow them out.

The summit's a trap? No, it can't be right. Lexa promised. She… she promised she wouldn’t betray her again. There's no way this is a trap. Right? Clarke is more confused than ever as she turns to look at Lexa. She wants to trust her with all her heart, and she does. But there’s still a part of her that wonders if she really can trust her. So she asks, just to be sure.

"What the hell is going on?!"

"I don't know."

Lexa doesn't know? Oh, thank God! She has nothing to do with this. Clarke lets out a breath of relief, although she’s not sure whether that should make her feel better or worse. Considering no one knows what’s going on, and she’s never seen Lexa being so alarmed before.

"It's the Ice Nation." Bellamy explains. As if that meant anything at all.

"They're only trying to deceive you, Heda. Azgeda has nothing to do with what's happening. Skaikru is clearly the one behind all of this." An Ice warrior attempts a lame defense, but he’s soon silenced by the rise of Lexa’s hand. Her gaze is penetrating Bellamy's skull as she asks where they've come by that information. The three companions start looking around the room as if searching for the person who has all the answers.

"Where the hell is Echo?" Octavia hisses towards her brother.

"What's going on?" Kane interjects, but the only answer he gets is another question from Bellamy.

"Where the hell is she?"

"Bellamy, we were wrong about this."

"I don't understand..."

Seeing as the situation is only getting more and more confusing by the second, Kane orders his people to lower their weapons, in the hope of finding a solution which doesn’t include the use of violence.

"Bellamy? Bellamy, come in." A voice cracks from the radio attached to his belt. It’s Raven. "The grounders attacked Mount Weather." Her broken words leave everyone in shock.

Bellamy takes the radio in his hand quickly, before asking for a further explanation. "What are you talking about?"

"It's gone. They're all gone. Sinclair and I are the only ones left." Raven takes a moment before starting to whisper broken apologies into the radio. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

"You should've never moved your people back into Mount Weather." Everyone’s startled by the voice of the Ice warrior who had just spoken moments before. "The Ice Nation did what Lexa was too weak to do!"

"This is an act of war!" Lexa hisses towards the man, and her voice is so cold and threatening that it terrifies even Clarke. "Sentries, arrest the Ice Nation delegation! Including the prince." She shouts at the two guards standing at her side, and they immediately execute their orders.

"We need to go home. If they attacked Mount Weather, Arkadia could be next." Abby says, to which Kane agrees immediately.

"Go. I'll raise an army from the Coalition to help you defend Arkadia. Your enemy is our enemy now. We'll face this threat together."

"Mochof, Heda." A small smile appears on Lexa's face when she hears Marcus thanking her in Trigedasleng.

"Are you coming?" Abby asks Clarke, to which she answers without hesitation.

"They need an ambassador from our clan to stay here in Polis."

"Clarke, it's not safe for you here?" Funny how it took Bellamy three months to fight for her to come back home. The problem is, Arkadia’s not her home anymore. She belongs here with Lexa.

"I'll be safe here under Lexa's protection."

"Please tell me you didn't forgive her. She left us to die at Mount Weather not more than three months ago! Or did you forget?!"

"I'm sorry, Bellamy. But my home's here now." Clarke says the last part looking straight at Lexa.

With that, Bellamy gives up and turns around to make his way out, with the others following right after. All but Abby, who goes to hug Clarke goodbye before leaving.

"Be safe."

"You too."

Chapter 5 - Costia

#clexa #the 100 #clarke griffin #lexa kom trikru #fan fiction

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I was tagged by @theleavesoflorien and @stronghaz to do a couple of memes (Thank youuu <3333 I love doing these things!)

Song titles

Rules: only using song titles from one artist/band, cleverly answer the questions and tag 10 people

Artist: Paul McCartney

What’s your gender? Mrs. Vandebilt

How are you feeling? Hope for the future

If you could go anywhere? London Town

Favourite mode of transportation? I Don’t Know

Your best friend? My Valentine

Favourite time of day? Beautiful Night

If your life was a tv show? My Brave Face

Relationship status? No words (for my love)

50 questions you’ve never been asked

1. What is the colour of your hairbrush? grey and boring

2. A food you never eat? I never eat fish (which I should but... ) or seafood, I just hate the taste!

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold? I tend to get cold easier (but I always bear it with more dignity than when I get too warm hahaha)

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago? I was just finishing work while I drank some tea! I was correcting some Writing assignments from 6th graders, and then sending a couple audio messages to another teacher to properly coordinate.

5. What is your favourite candy bar? “Kinder Bueno”❤️

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports event? Yeah, several times! When I was 12-13 I was really into football, so I went to lots of matches in the Camp Nou (the Barça stadium) both of Barça and the national team. I also attended to several rugby matches, even if I didn’t really like it, because my dad was a city council worker and all of them had free passes, for some reason... and it quickly became “our thing”.

7. What is the last thing you said out loud? I said “but that’s awfuuul and I hate iiiit”, because the other teacher had just told me that we’re supposed to keep correcting assignments simply indicating the mistakes so that the kids can find the correct way of saying things themselves, and that this process can be repeated as many times as it takes for the kid to find the solution.

8. What is your favourite ice cream? Mint chocolate chip! 🌿😍

9. What was the last thing you had to drink? A cup of black tea with a dash of milk

10. Do you like your wallet? Yes! It’s a colourful one that my parents bought me for my birthday, a couple years ago!

11. What was the last thing you ate? It was a banana, as a desert! (I had lunch a couple hours ago)

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? Hahaha not really! Since the quarantine situation happened, I haven’t been able to leave my home and all shops are closed, so...

13. The last sporting event you watched? Ugh, honestly, who knows?😂 It must’ve been a long time ago, but most likely a football match during the last World cup?

14. What is your favourite flavour of popcorn? Salted popcorn all the way! I worked in a popcorn stand back when I was 16, and it was the worst work experience of my life, I still get war-flashbacks! Since then I’ve hated sweet popcorn with a passion, it’s like my brain still remembers what a nightmare it was to clean the machine that made them 😂

15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to? It was another workmate - a teacher with whom I need to organise preschool activities.

16. Ever go camping? I’ve never done it, no!

17. Do you take vitamins? Not right now, but I usually have to take some to help strengthen my throat area, since I get lots of sore throats during the school year.

18. Do you go to church every sunday? Hahaha not really, no! I only do it for special occasions - weddings, comunions, all that!

19. Do you have a tan? I’m probably one of the less tanned people to ever live in Spain😂

20. Do you prefer chinese food or pizza? Both are GREAT, but if I really have to choose, I’d go with pizza

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw? No, unless I’m at the cinema and I’ve got one of those plastic containers!

22. What colour socks do you usually wear? I like my socks colourful, and sometimes with cute patterns, so all colours, really!

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit? I’ve never driven a car, so no!

24. What terrifies you? Almost everything, probably! A huge phobia to bees and wasps stands out, though!

25. Look to your left, what do you see? The empty cup of tea, a pen and a paper with some handwritten notes related to work.

26. What chore do you hate? Sweeping is the thing that I hate the most, it’s so boring and as soon as you’ve done it, everything is dirty again 😂

27. What do you think of when you hear an australian accent? Not a lot, really! I’m not that good at recognising Australian accents if I’m honest!

28. What’s your favourite soda? Coca-cola!

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? Since I don’t drive, I usually go and eat it in the fast food place. But I’m not big on fast food in general :)

30. Who’s the last person you talked to? That teacher I was sending the furious audio message to 😂

31. Favourite cut of beef? I don’t really have one!

32. Last song you listened to? Oh Love - Green Day 🥰🎸

33. Last book you read? It’s been a while since I read anything other than fics really hahaha

34. Favourite day of the week? Friday!

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards? Probably I could, if I focused on it enough!

36. How do you like your coffee? Half coffee, half milk, two spoons of sugar!

37. Favourite pair of shoes? A nice pair of ballet flats I bought some months ago. So cute and comfy at the same time!

38. At what time do you normally go to bed? In a normal routine, between 11 and 12. Right now, around 2 am.

39. At what time do you normally get up? In a normal routine, at 6. Right now, around 9 am.

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? Sunsets!

41. How many blankets are on your bed? Only one. But I always put one of those hot water bottles to stay warm ❤️

42. Describe your kitchen plates? They’re a very nice shade of pastel green! We bought them when we moved to this flat 6 years ago!

43. Do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? Gin&tonic all the way!!! But I also love white wine and baileys

44. Do you play cards? Not really!

45. What colour is your car? I don’t have a car haha (so many car-related questions!)

46. Can you change a tire? aksfhakfsjhkashf I’m sure I would NEVER be able to do that, for the life of me. Like, I wouldn’t even know how to start hahaha

47. What is your favourite state/province? Catalonia, of course ❤️

48. Favourite job you’ve ever had? Some years ago, I worked as an English teacher in an academy. It was a job that, in terms of personal development, was leading nowhere and I was also not being paid a lot, that’s why I eventually quit and went on to work at the school, which is my current one... but it was such a nice job. So fullfilling, with such nice work environment. I remember laughing SO MUCH every day! I still miss it, to this day❤️

49. How did you get your biggest scar? I was around 7-8 years old, and I was playing in the house with my sis. We were pretending to be frogs and jumping all around, and apparently at one point I jumped into a very pointy corner of one of those old computer tables (you know, the ones that have wheels so that you could move the computer from one room to the other), which caused a really big gash on the side of my upperbody. They stitched me, but it left a pretty big scar, unfortunatelly.

50. What did you do today that made someone else happy? I tried to be kind and encouraging when answering to the kids who were sending me their assignments. I don’t know if that made them happy, but it definitely was my intention :)

I haven’t been able to keep track on who has already did these, so if anyone wants to do any of these memes, consider this your tag! 🥰

#memes #personal #about me

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