Football Imagines

𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐢

request: hiii, i wanted to request a gavi x reader where the reader hasnt had proper sleeps thanks to work/university and gavi forces them to sleep, pls?

y/n—> your name 

2nd person pov 

"One last bloody paragraph." You mumbled to yourself, thumbs moving rapidly on your phone screen. 

You'd been studying since you got home at 4. It was now midnight. You had economics and statistics exams tomorrow, and an essay due by 9 in the morning. It was safe to say your procrastination had gotten the best of you. You'd been studying for your exams for the past 8 hours and honestly didn't understand much of the what you'd studied. 

But hey, at least you did something. So now youd moved onto typing your essay. But your laptop was broken. So you'd resorted to typing it on your phone. Which, by the way, happened to be quite inefficient. 

"Dios mío. Why is the light still on?" You heard a voice coming from inside your bedroom. 

Your work station was fixated on the kitchen island. Easy access to outlets and food of course. Snacking through the night helped you stay awake. 

"Y/N? Mi amore que haces (my love what are you doing)?" Your boyfriend, Barcelona footballer, Pablo Gavi questioned.

He was dressed in sweats and a nike jumper.  He'd just woken up from his sleep as evidenced by him rubbing his eyes. His natural curls were all over the place, giving him a tousled look. 

"I have some exams tomorrow. And I'm about to finish up my essay." You shot him a tight lipped smile.

He looked at you and rolled his eyes before coming over. You stood up and turned around. Back leaning against the kitchen island. Pablo came over and circled his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him.

"You need to go to sleep amorcito." He mumbled to you, pressing a kiss to your ear.

You sighed, "Sí pero no. I still need to do this essay and my studying earlier didn't exactly go as planned."

"You need sleep to be able to show everyone what that beautiful mind of yours is capable of." He responded, lips still lingering near your face.

You blushed profusely. You always did. Even after almost a year of dating, Pablo's constant compliments messed with your mind. He was always so sweet, so sincere, so genuine. You couldn't help but grow as red as a tomato.

Pablo was so caring. Always encouraging you to get enough sleep. 

He'd say, "Y/N. What you do is way more important than what I do. You're going to run the country one day, and you need sleep."

"Hermosa, that pretty face needs rest to stay as beautiful as it is." He'd tease.

But your university work always came first. You had never ever turned in an assignment late, something you took pride in. Sure you bull shitted a lot of those, but no one would ever catch you not turning in an assignment.

You gingerly pushed him away, "Pablo I have to do this. Otherwise I might fail the course."

Okay, maybe you lied a bit right there. You were far from failing the course.

"Y/N. Come onnnnnnn." He groaned, dragging out the on. 

He tried to bring you to your room to sleep but you refused, not budging. He paused for a bit, deciding what to do. You knew very well that he could've picked you up and carried you to the bed if he wanted to. But he opted against it.

"Fine. Stay up." He seemingly gave up.

A wave of relief flashed over your face. Now you didn't need to fight him on this.