just a collection of oneshots & imagines
[ multifandom ] ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
~ fluff, smut, and angst 💐
every pic here was found on pinterest,
credit to all the photo owners ! 📸
~cowritten 😆
⤷ male : pedri [ pedro gonzález lópez ] ⤷ male : gavi [ pablo martín páez gavira ]
character ship : pedri + gavi
super slight angst + fluff
[ au: pedri and gavi are best friends. they have been. for years. but if they're only friends, why does gavi feel this way? ]
[ a/n: yall in this story they'll speak a blend of 'textbook' spanish, castilian spanish, and english.. i know they both speak catalan as well but for the sake of translation and understanding (also i dont know catalan) just bear w me 🌚 ]
introducing the main characters:
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introducing: friendly | pedri + gavi
[ 1 : gavi's pov ]
...
Pedri has always been my brother. Of course, like any relationship, we've had our ups and downs. We don't share that special La Masia bond that Lamine and Cuba do. And we didn't grow up together, sharing a neighborhood and a dream. The bond between Pedri and I is different; exclusive, even. We've strayed well away from "friends" when asked about each other. It's only ever "brothers" now.
"Mierda," I wheeze, rolling over on the floor. My hand hits the soft turf, and I wince. My right hand has been in a bandage for weeks, ever since a player evilly stepped on it during a textbook tackle. Currently, every part of my body hurts. "I haven't run like this in years, bro-"
My legs are trembling; everything around me is pounding and unusually loud.
Pedri laughs breathlessly next to me. He sits, legs splayed out and resting back on his hands. He's beat too, I can tell from the way his leg muscles tense up and relax intermittently. "Sorry, hermano. We have recovery after this."
I groan. "Fuck me. I just want food."
"You look thirsty," he grins. "C'mere, I got you."
I manage to sit up, still panting. He gently tilts my chin up, tipping water into my mouth. I don't think twice about it—it's not strange.
