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You gotta give us more dad!joao content! Maybe a fic inspired by the girl dad head cannons you did before! Orrr maybe one where the club hosts a family day for the players!

❦ - la rainha de cobham

summary:: family day at cobham and joao decided to bring you and your two year old daughter

warnings:: none!!

writers note:: dad joao has me WEAK so yk im gonna have fun writing this!! respectfully i love this idea yall are masterminds keep it upppp 😍 also ive started to be more organised w the fics so are we liking it???

word count:: 925

Joao crouched beside his 2 year old daughter, Maya, who stood next to him, proudly wearing her Chelsea kit, clutching her tiny football. Her tiny foot tapped the ball uncertainly before she kicked it, the ball wobbling a few feet away.

‘Golazo!!!’ Joao cheered, lifting his arms dramatically as if she’d just scored in the champions league final.

Maya squealed, chasing after the ball, her brown curls bouncing as she went. Joao laughed, glancing over his shoulder at the sound of your voice calling out his name.

‘There’s my star player,’ you teased as you walked up to him.

‘And there’s my biggest fan,’ Joao shot back with a wink.

‘Number one fan? I’m pretty sure Maya took that title as soon as she was born.’ you teased again, raising an eyebrow.

He laughed, picking Maya up and propping her up on his hip. ‘We’ll call it a tie then.’

Today was special, not just any day at training but the clubs first family training day. Players had bought their nieces, nephews and kids, filling the fields with laugher, squeals and the occasional flying football. For Joao, it was a perfect combination of two things he loved most: football and family.

‘Alright, princesa,’ Joao said, setting Maya down on the grass. ‘You’re in charge of warming up.’

‘Warm up?’ she repeated, her tiny voice filled with curiosity.

Joao nodded, taking her hands and moving her arms in big exaggerated circles. ‘Like this. Big circles, like you’re flying.’

Maya copied him, giggling as her arms flailed. You watched, amused, snapping a few photos on your phone as Joao lead her through his own toddler friendly version of stretches.

‘Can’t let my star player pull a muscle,’ he said with a grin.

When the warm up was over, Joao jogged over to join his teammates whilst you stayed on the sidelines with Maya. She watched her dad intently, her big eyes following him as he weaved through cones effortlessly and passed the ball with his usual finesse.

‘Papa’s fast,’ she said, her voice full of awe.

‘The fastest.’ you agreed, brushing a curl from her face.

A whistle blew, and the coaches announced that it was time for a mini game featuring the kids. Joao immediately jogged over, scooping Maya up and tossing her up in the air.

‘You ready, princesa?’ he asked.

‘Ready!’ she squealed.

Joao and a few other players formed an impromptu coaching squad, dividing the kids into two teams. Maya, of course, was on Joao’s team, and he crouched beside her as he explained the game.

‘Okay, Maya, see that goal over there?’ he asked, pointing to the small net.

She nodded seriously, her little face scrunched in concentration.

‘Kick the ball into the net, and then we celebrate, okay? Big celebrations, like this..’ Joao jumped up and ran in a circle, flailing his arms like he’d just scored the most important goal of his life.

Maya burst out laughing and mimicked him, spinning in circles until she plopped onto the grass, dizzy but happy.

The mini-game began, and the field turned into a delightful chaos of tiny feet chasing after oversized soccer balls. Joao cheered loudly every time Maya so much as touched the ball, his pride evident in the way his face lit up. When she finally managed to kick the ball into the net, he swept her up into his arms, spinning her around.

‘Goal!’ he yelled, his voice ringing out over the field. ‘That’s my girl!’

Maya laughed so hard she had to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

You couldn’t help but smile at the scene, your heart full as you watched Joao seamlessly blend his two worlds.

By the time the game ended, Joao was drenched in sweat but grinning from ear to ear. He carried Maya on his shoulders as you walked back to the sidelines, where the families were gathering for snacks and water.

‘Did you have fun, princesa?’ Joao asked, tilting his head to look up at her.

‘Yes, Papa!’ she chirped, patting his head like he was her personal horse.

‘She’s ready for her contract,” you joked, handing Joao a water bottle.

He laughed, taking a long sip before responding. ‘Give her a few years. She’ll be breaking records in no time.’

Maya let out a tiny yawn, leaning forward to rest her chin on Joao’s head. ‘Tired already?’ he asked, his voice softening.

‘Papa… carry me,’ she mumbled sleepily.

Joao’s expression melted, and he adjusted her on his shoulders, his hands steadying her little legs. ‘Anything for my princesa,’ he murmured.

As the sun began to set, the coaches called for a group photo. Joao joined his teammates, keeping Maya perched on his shoulders. You snapped a few extra photos on your phone, capturing the way her giggles lit up Joao’s face.

‘Send me those later,’ he said as you all walked toward the car, Maya dozing off in his arms.

Joao carefully buckled Maya into her car seat, her tiny body still wrapped in her Chelsea kit. Once she was settled, he leaned against the car door, looking at you with a soft smile.

‘Days like this,’ he said quietly, ‘remind me why I play.’

As you drove home, Maya’s soft snores filled the car, her tiny hand still clutching the mini soccer ball she refused to let go of. Joao glanced back at her in the rearview mirror, his eyes full of love.

‘Best team I’ve ever had,’ he murmured, and you smiled, knowing exactly what he meant.

MY FAVE WRITOR 😍😍 i love this and everything you do babe you’re amazing 💔💔

could u do a hector fort x reader where he’s at training and during the break, one of his teammates show him multiple social media posts uploaded by his mom of her and his gf of 2-years having a girls day without him knowing prior. the whole team is teasing him and saying how locked in they are and he’s just so happy asf saying that’s wifey and stuff like that xx

✮ Tú y Mamá - Hector Fort

hector fort x fem!reader

sy: hector’s mood had been low all day, from your absent messages for hours. what he doesn’t know though, is your date with his mother was what you were up to.

a/n: this was a little crammed into my schedule to write, so im really sorry if it’s a lil stiff but ty for the req 🧡(ifykyk @n0vazsq)

warnings: nope!

the ciutat esportiva was electric, barça players scattered out amongst the pitch, immersed within a full spectrum of excersise and activities.

hector was completing goal warmups, firing past numerous balls beyond inaki. nearby, cubarsí and lamine were atop a cooler box, following every movement hector made.

“he looks sorta angry doesn’t he?” lamine nodded over, grabbing pau’s attention. “i wonder what’s up with him.”

“did you not hear what he was talking to balde and ansu about? his girl hadn’t messaged him this morning.” pau noted in all solemnity.

“what?” lamine grinned, “are you serious? de ninguna manera.”

“im serious.” pau scoffed, shaking his head. “he’s crazy over that girl.”

lamine let out an exasperated sigh, watching as hansi blew out his whistle to signal the first water break of the morning.

hector kept his head low, strutting past the two guys in a seemingly rushed hurry. his eyes were locked onto the ramp to the lockers, as lamine and pau instantly followed his footsteps.

their cleats were in a rhythmic motion, the clicks bouncing from the concrete walls onto the otherwise silent hallway. hector’s movements had stopped at this point, an eerie silence lingering.

“hey hermano?” lamine called out, his voice echoing off the bricks. they meet face with the locker room, sighting hector’s figure silhouetted in the dim light. he sat on the bench below his locker, head in hands.

his curls were messy and crumbled, his jersey clinging to his sweat-drenched body—his toned abs on display.

“why are you in here man? your bottles outside.” pau walked on closer, gently swatting his head.

hector let past a low murmur, tugging his shirt over his head. lamine frowned, taking a seat next to him.

“what’s the matter with you amigo? you don’t seem yourself today.” he further pressed, as they exchanged a knowing look.

“im alright, just tired.” he grumbled. it probably would of been believable if his voice wasn’t so threaded with tension.

“ey, the usual im tired gimmick,” pau teased but tone firm. “seriously hector, what is it?”

as hector was about to retaliate, a follow-up echo of shoes clacked against the floor, revealing a wide-eyed gavi, pedri, casado and olmo.

“coach has been looking everywhere for you three!” dani exclaimed, flailing his arms. “why are you all in here?”

pedri sighed in relief whilst muttering a small, “i told you so,” to gavi who didn’t seem to hear.

“ask him that,” lamine gestured to hector, inviting the four players near. the group drew closer, with raised brows and curious expressions upon hector’s uncharacteristic gloom.

“we saw you with that dopey look on your face earlier,” gavi tried to lighten the somber mood, grinning. “wipe that glare off man.”

hector didn’t comment, he just kept his gaze onto his lap where he was fidgeting with his jersey.

casado huffed, trying to bring reassurance. “it’s not personal H, she’s just busy with your mom.”

the words rolled off his tongue simultaneously, though by the look on hectors face, he immediately regretted it.

“she’s what?” hector abruptly stood up, voice rising and laced with confusion.

“uh, yeah, she’s been with your mom all morning.” the spaniard mumbled, stepping back ever so subtly.

“how do you know?” hector advanced onto him, his face now inches apart from marc’s. hector’s jaw tightened, the muscles in his cheek twitching.

“oh si.. she posted it on instagram,” he gulped, the colour drained from his face. “earlier.”

hector’s glare intensified, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “my question is, why do you follow her?” he interrogated.

“no reason.. i follow everybody.” he said weakly, hurriedly shoving his phone into his pocket.

hectors eyes narrowed, the type of look that made marc shift uncomfortably. as though he was about to burst, pau quickly intervened, slinging his arm over his shoulder. “don’t worry hermano, he followed my sister and her friends who he’s never even met before.”

marc let out a sigh of relief, dropping his tense shoulders. a few of the boys snickered, poking fun at casado for his internet obsession.

pau continued, slowly steering hector’s attention away, “and get this, he liked so many of her posts that her boyfriend had to step in.” pau proceeded laughing, causing casado cheeks to blush.

“ey! i was admiring her aesthetic!” marc tried to defend, though that never really stopped the rest of them making fun of him.

“can’t you do that with your own sister? i don’t blame irene for blocking you!” pedri clapped his back.

“what? irene blocked you?” lamine doubled over laughing, clutching his stomach for air. “no way!”

“okay whatever whatever, show me again.” hector interrupted the guys’ gig, motioning for gavi’s phone.

pablo protested, although dani elllbowed him into submission. reluctantly, he pulled up the post on his phone, as hector took it from his hands.

hector flicked through the numerous posts, images of you and his mother laughing, posing, and seemingly drunk off merriment.

they featured everything from coffee dates and endearingly charming selfies, to affectionate boasts about your latest matching nail sets together.

each photo possessed a natural setting, no forced chemistry, no pre-practised techniques or no false smiles. hector couldn’t shake the swell of his heart that was multiplying with each swipe, his grin only growing wider.

the simplicity of all of the candid shots, brought an unwavering, flustering emotion over him—his earlier frustration melted away. who knew that all he needed was a few coupled images of the two women he loved most in this world, to cure his dishevels.

“look at that smile on his face,” lamine teased. “he’s so happy, it’s disgusting.”

“see the way he’s invested in them,” gavi added, him and pedri similarly leaning into eachother by snickering. “he’s completely gone.”

“she’s got you hooked man,” dani commented, also grinning ear to ear.

laughter filled the room again, but this time, hector joined in. he ran a hand through his hair, with pablo’s phone still in hand, gazing fondly at the screen.

“at least we now know who really runs your life,” pedri qipped finally.

“she’s worth it though, they both are,” he said simply, the sincerity in his voice silencing any further teasing.

the others nodded, their teasing softening into gentle ribbing. “of course she is,” marc stated. “just don’t let her forget it.”

hector chuckled, his heart now infinitely lighter than it had been all morning and his mind no longer foggy. “believe me, i won’t.”

doing the slamming the door really hard with the car trend with joao felix 😭??

❦ - it’s still intact, right?

summary:: you prank your boyfriend joao by slamming the car door HARD.

warnings:: cussing

writers note:: i love this trend it gives me life && also we know how joao is ab his lamborghini 😒. and i’m sorry yet again for how long these fics are taking me!! lit listening to can’t del barca writing this so we won’t discuss that… i’m finally coming to more of an organised and aesthetic theme for my fics 💔

word count:: 542 - i’m sorry it’s short i’ve got writers block 😭

Joao was standing against his car door, phone in his hand as he was scrolling mindlessly, waiting for you. You approached with a smile on your face, a perfect prank in mind. He was laid back, you knew that but you wanted to see how far you could push him.

‘Finally,’ Joao said as he saw you, sliding his phone into his pocket. ‘Took you long enough.’

‘Good things take time, amor,’ you replied with a wink, as you watched him walk over to the drivers side.

‘Uh huh..’ he muttered, unlocking the car. He held the car door open for you, a small act that you love and never fails to make you smile. You stepped inside, buckling your seatbelt as he shut the door gently.

He went around and got into the drivers seat. As soon as the engine started, you suddenly gasped. ‘Wait! I forgot my phone!’

Joao paused, already halfway through adjusting his mirrors. ‘Seriously?’

‘Yeah, pretty sure I left it on the sidewalk,’ you said, pretending to fumble with your seatbelt.

He sighed but he didn’t complain, leaning back as you reached for the door. Without hesitation, you slammed it shut - hard.

Joao flinched as the sound could be heard from across the street. ‘What the hell was that!?’ he exclaimed, staring at you with wide eyes and honest confusion.

You really had to fight to keep a straight face. ‘The door wasn’t closing properly. Just making sure it’s secure.’

He blinked at you, then turned to look at the door as if it had just betrayed him. ‘Amor, it’s a Lamborghini, not any old car! You don’t need to..’

‘Oh relax,’ you interrupted, waving him off. ‘I’ll be back.’

Joao shook his head, muttering something under his breath as you stepped out again. This time, when you came back you made sure to slam the door even harder. SLAM.

‘Are you fucking kidding me!?’ Joao exclaimed, his hands gripping the steering wheel. He turned to you, his face a mix of disbelief and exasperation.

‘What?’ you said innocently. ‘It’s sturdy, isn’t it?’

‘Do you know how much this car costs?’ he asked, his voice raising slightly. ‘You can’t just..’

‘Oh, come on, it’s fine!’ you said, laughing as you waved him off again.

Joao groaned, running a hand through his hair. ‘Why do I put up with you?’ he muttered, his mouth betraying him with a smile.

‘Because you love me?’ you teased, leaning back in your seat.

‘Debatable.’ he shot back, but you could see the amusement in his eyes.

For a moment, you two sat in silence as Joao started to drive, the hum of the engine filling the air. You let him relax for a bit, pretending you were done with your antics. But as he reached to change the radio station, he spoke again.

‘When we get out of the car, i’m not letting you close the door.’

You dramatically whipped your head towards him, honestly feeling bad about scaring him like that. ‘Okay, fine.’

‘Just promise me one thing,’ he said.

‘hm?’

‘No more slamming the doors.’

You grinned. ‘No promises.’

Joao groaned again, but his laugh filled the car, making it clear he loves it the way it is.

ღ - WHO I WRITE FOR. 💕

okay so like the title is quite deceiving but also i wanna say like i will write for any footballers or f1 drivers (i love being a tifosi) anywho so i hope this helps when requesting bc i know some of you have been hesitant bc ydk who i write for!! 💓

Sick Days - (João Felix)

Warnings - sickness

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“João!” You called with a hoarse to your boyfriend from the bedroom. Footsteps were heard coming up the stairs to your bedroom, as João opened the door. “What do you need? Soup? More medicine? Wat~” You cut him off simply with his name, “João.” His concerned expression turned into a soft and gentle one as you said his name. Even when sick you still made him feel loved. “Yes?” He responded with the same, gentle tone you had gave him. “Cuddles?” Your voice was sore and hoarse as you spoke, but still soft.

He smiled and nodded, walking over to the bed where you laid, sick and exhausted. He laid next to you, holding you close to him while kissing your head softly. “Do you feel a little better than earlier?” He asked in a whisper voice. You nodded, snuggling into him even more while your eyes closed and you started to drift off into a deep slumber. João smiled at your tiredness and held you closer while saying, “Sweet dreams, amore. I’ll be here when you wake up…” João fell asleep not much later, still holding you impossibly close.

A few hours later, João woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. He looked towards the windows, seeing the sun setting. He groans and reaches for his phone, ‘Enzo Maresca’ it read - João’s coach. “Hey, what’s up?” João spoke softly, trying not to wake you. Enzo spoke, “Your going to be starting as forward for tomorrow’s game.” João’s eyes lit up, “Awesome!” He said, looking down at you he spoke once more, “I have to go for now.” Enzo paused for a moment before saying “Alright; see you tomorrow, Felix.” João hung up, grinning while playing with a strand of your hair. You stirred awake, smiling up at João, “What happened?” You asked, your voice still hoarse but better. He kissed your head while saying, “I’m starting a forward tomorrow..” You smiled even more, “That’s my baby” He chuckled, pulling you closer. “I love suck days…” You looked at him confused, “Why?” You say. He kisses you softly and muttering in between kisses, “Because I can be with you.”

i’d like to thank allah, lewandowski, raphinha and lamine yamal for my happiness and for the fact that im alive! i’d also like to thank pedri and gavi for being an honourable mention to my will to live. they are amazing and thank you for making this first half bearable and thank you mbappe for injuring your foot and uhm yeah visca barca

joao felix headcanons with a s/o who is very sassy and girly?

❦ - joao felix x sassy gf headcannons

summary:: you’re joaos sassy girlfriend (joao is apart of sassy man apocalypse so honestly it’s hard to beat him)

warnings:: none xx

writers note:: yet again another gorgeous request. where have i been you might be asking, and the answer to that is idek myself… guys i’m working on the fics / req it’s js gon take time also i had sm fun writing this bc i fear im sassy myself.! 🤍

ꨄ - first of all, the media EATS YOU GUYS UPPPP. tiktok and everything loves you two because you’re iconic?? and the outfits you two have are chefs kiss

ꨄ - your comebacks are insane, you’re always keeping him on his toes bc you could say something diabolical

exhibit a ; ‘score a hattrick and then MAYBE i’ll let you choose dinner’

ꨄ - he SPOILS you. dior, lv, you name it, if you even mention it, it’ll appear within 2-3 business days

ꨄ - following that up, flowers will appear at your doorstep after you finish work almost every day

(IM LIT RAISING MY OWN STANDARDS WTF)

ꨄ - oh you best believe that you’re dragging him to the nail salon w you. he protested against it at first but honestly he grew to like it.

ꨄ - he’s definitely jealous of the chicks sliding into your dms

‘you got a dm on insta’

‘oh check who it’s from’

‘who’s j2trappy, he looks like a child… why’s he asking if you’re single’

ꨄ - you’re supportive but absolutely extra, you need to be known as chelsea’s favourite wag. you rock up to matches in full glam, hair and makeup wearing joaos shirt but his number and name is bedazzled

ꨄ - he gives you princess treatment but only for you; he’ll open doors for you, carry your shopping bags and treats you as if you’re the queen.

ꨄ - you send him texts during matches so he can read them afterwards

‘why didn’t you pass it there… even i could’ve scored that goal??’

‘okay i’m sorry carino, i’ll pass to you next time’

ꨄ - whenever you’re out shopping you’ll drag him with you for him to give his honest opinion on everything but it always ends in ‘you look perfect in everything’

ꨄ - before big matches, you’ll give him pep talks but always include some sort of attitude

‘okay baby, if you win today, i’ll let you choose the next vacation spot.’

you always said it in a joking tone but he secretly took it to heart and he definitely worked harder

ꨄ - you have a range of nicknames for him, ranging from ‘golden boy’ to ‘my ronaldo in progress’

omg please do joão félix bf head cannons w a non famous girl

❦ - joao felix & non famous gf head cannons

summary: you’re joao felix’s girlfriend except you’re not famous.

warnings: ACTUALLY YES THERE IS!! MAGUI MENTIONED.

writers note: ahhh anon i love this idea, evrb makes fics of the reader being famous but that’s so unlikely!! also ignore the fact that it was so obvious that i made this on the plane and im so sorry for it taking so long!! i’ve been travelling 💔

ꨄ - you’re honestly not too fond of you being all over the media, you like your privacy so joao respects that and his posts w you don’t often include your face

ꨄ - (HOWEVER!! if you want to be part of joaos socials; here is the alternative!!) ; he often is proud to show you off as his girlfriend, leading the media to love you as chelsea’s new hot wag

ꨄ - when the media originally found out, people were skeptical, were you with him only for the money?? comparisons of you and magui appeared for some reason journalists being in maguis favour although it was never really a competition

ꨄ - eventually, news outlets post ‘who is joao felix’s new girlfriend? 10 facts about y/n that you probably didn’t know about’ which is quite ironic considering that they thought you were a gold digger

ꨄ - lowkey dates: for example, instead of a big dinner, he’ll take

you out for late night drives

ꨄ - since he travels a lot, whenever you guys have quiet time tg whether its chatting on the couch or playing fifa tg, he cherishes it

ꨄ - even though you aren’t famous, as soon as the media found out about you your insta followers grew insanely

ꨄ - speaking of insta, he posts you a lot on his story, even if its just you holding his hand

I feel like if you openly support a team in the league you are president of, then you should not be the fucking president of said league

guys i’m having heart palpitations wtf gavi goal w balde assist?? it’s like i predicted it by making a balde fic after my gavi one 😈😈

stay delusional girls 🤍

JOAO FELIX TO BARCA??? guys trust im manifesting it

waking up to this is such a blessing bro

anything joão please 💗 i love you you’re my favorite writer

Like real people do 𖦹 João Félix !

summary. spending a warm, raining night with joão was everything and anything you could ever ask for.

word count. 510+

disclaimers. fluff!! + kiss

authors note. for my pooks @joaoflms <3 and thank you anon loves youuu sorry this is lowk ass

The rain splattered softly against the window, creating a soothing rhythm that filled the apartment—aside from the soft music coming from your record player. You were curled up on the couch, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, staring at the storm that raged outside. João walked in from the kitchen, carrying two mugs of hot chocolate. His hair was still slightly damp from the rain he’d walked through earlier to get inside the apartment complex.

“Looks cozy in here,” he spoke, voice warm and soft as he handed you one of the mugs.

“Thanks,” you murmur, taking it from him with a smile. Your fingers brushed, and you felt a light flutter in your chest, even though you’d been together for months now.

João had a way of making your heart race without even trying.

He eased onto the couch beside you, his body instantly radiating warmth. “Move over!” The brown haired man teases, nudging your knee gently.

Your eyebrow quirks, “there is plenty of room.” Your protests were followed by a short laugh, but João only furrowed his eyebrows further.

“Not if I want to sit next to you,” João replied, already moving to lift your blanket so he could join in on the comfort it provided.

Shifting slightly to make room, he settled in beside you, draping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. The scent of rain mixed with your boyfriend’s cologne filled the small space, adding an extra sense of comfort for you.

“You didn’t get too cold out there, did you?” You ask while laying your head down onto his shoulder.

Dark brown eyes found yours and he spoke, a small smile gracing his lips, “No. Not when I knew I’d be coming in to this.”

Raising an eyebrow, your lip curls into a smirk. “To this? You mean to hogging my blanket and personal space?”

He was quiet for a moment, eyes flickering across your features, his expression softening into something words couldn’t quite capture.

“No,” He starts slowly, “I mean, you.” Your breath catches in your throat as his words sunk in. He really did have a way with words, always has.

Regaining your composure, you hide your flustered state by quipping, “you’re such a sap.” Lifting the warm mug to your lips, you take a sip of your hot cocoa, hiding your smile.

“Oh, whatever! You love it.” He shot back, his grin playful despite how right he—and you—knew he was.

You couldn’t even argue with that. Instead, you set your mug on the table beside you and rest your head on his shoulder once again.

“I do, I really do.” You admit softly, voice barely above a whisper.

João doesn’t respond. He simply sets his mug beside yours, eases his index finger under your chin and lifts it. Your chest tightens as his head dips to yours, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

He only pulls away for a short second so he could mumble a small, “I love you”, before his lips were back on yours.

likes, comments, and reblog’s are all appreciated. lmk if you’d like to be tagged in future posts.

ᝰ.ᐟ tags @halfwayhearted @lechrts @joaoflms @sakashq @be11ingham @spidybaby @piastri-fvx

IM SCREAMING AND THIS LOWKEY REMINDS ME TO POST THE FICS IN MY DRAFTS THANK YOU BAE

hiii i luv u and ur fics and can i request more joao please? there’s barely anything for him now! similar to your headcanons-what about where he takes makeup off for reader when she’s tired? xoxo

✮ Reverie - João Felix

joão felix x fem!reader

sy: when joão helps you remove your makeup after a tiring day.

a/n: this is just a short drabble until i finish five/six fics which should be published within a week or so! (another one for joão, one for torre, one for hector, one for bernal, one for charles, and maybe one for pedri) & also thank u ily 💓

warnings: no

joão came home late again, finding the house all quiet and eerie. the lights were off, curtains shut and many throwovers wearily scattered along the rim of the sofa.

the only source of light was the faint glow coming from upstairs, as he followed the light, his steps quiet, to end up at the foot of your bedroom door.

he gently pushed it open, the wood creaking at the sudden movement. as he stepped inside into the dim room, it was all similarly still—eerily silent, except for the small lamp set on the nightstand.

instantly, his eyes were drawn to you—already curled up on the bed, half-asleep, your makeup still on from the tiring day you endured.

“hey love,” he whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed. “you forgot to take your makeup off.”

you groaned lightly, eyes barely opening. “too tired.” you murmured something of a sentence and buried your face further into the duvet.

“stay here,” joão ordered mellowly, peppering a kiss to the back of your hand, before disappearing into the bathroom. by now, he was an expert at this routine, and so instinctively rummaged through the cabinets to find the things needed.

a moment later, he returned with a small bowl of warm water, a soft cloth, and some cotton pads saturated with micellar water.

he reclaimed his spot besides you, gently dipping the cloth into the bowl. “let me help you.”

joão began by carefully pressing the damp cloth to your forehead, feeling the tension in your skin ease under his touch.

the brunette wiped at your cheeks, his hands steady and patient as if he were savouring the simple intimacy. each stroke removed a layer of the day—both physically and mentally—as you found yourself sinking further into the plush pillows.

slowly, the exhaustion that had been brewing inside all day seemed to dissipate under his loving devotion.

he moved to your eyes next, the mascara clinging stubbornly to your lashes. his movements were tender, deliberately cautious to not tug or hurt you.

you barely registered the sensation—your body too drained to protest. a hushed sigh of relief escaped your lips, with your eyes glued shut, as his fingertips soothed away the remnants of your makeup.

“almost done,” he muttered. his fingers lingered on your skin a moment longer, appreciating your raw beauty.

to him, makeup or not, you were perfect.

“there, im all finished now.” he murmured, setting the cloth aside. “now you can sleep meu amor.”

you stirred, reaching out to lace his hand with yours and squeezing it lazily. “thank you baby.” your voice still thick with drowsiness.

“anytime,” he chuckled tacitly, circling his thumb the soft curve of your cheek. “get some rest.”

he took his own advice, swiftly settling besides you on his side of the bed. he cradled you close to his chest possessively, as you drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

joão stayed awake for a while longer, listening to your regular heartbeats against his own as he ensured you were fully asleep.

gang i got a req to write a joao felix fic and honestly im contemplating whether i should start writing one bc NO ONE IS MAKING JOAO FICS BRO 💔 so uhhh lmk and give me requests i’ll be making fics ab anyone atp as long as y’all will read it

through the storm

credits to the owner!

summary: gossip clouds your mind so much that your relationship hangs over the abyss

warnings: angst, argument

pairing: pablo gavi x fem!reader

requests: 1. hey i would like to request about pablo x reader were the reader is so jealous and upset about the girl that rumored pablo... and pablo keep telling her that there were just friends but the reader wouldn't believe it. and it turned out to have their biggest argument and 1 day ago they sorted it out.. and can you please make it long HEHEH (take your time and thank you so much💘)

2. i loovveddd your prom fic it was really good!! could you write an angst fic for gavi? any storyline you wish, thank you🫶🫶

taglist: @paucubarsisimp, @barcapix, @joaosnovia

masterlist

It was a Thursday night and you should have known something was wrong from the very beginning. The air was heavier than usual, the silence in apartment was unbearable. You were sitting in the kitchen, idly scrolling through your phone, when you saw the notification. It was from your friend from college, her name flashed on the screen, and it had a link to an article attached to it. You didn't notice it at first, but then you saw the headline.

"Pablo Gavi and Alice: Sparks fly in Barcelona's newest friendship"

Your heart jumped and then dropped completely. The world around you seemed to lose its color. Alice. This name. You had heard them many times before, but you always ignored them. You never thought about it. But now, seeing them in bold, your chest tightened and you couldn't breathe.

You stared at the headline, each word felt like a punch to the gut. "Sparks fly." Your eyes welled up with tears before you could even process the rest. Pablo. Pablo, the person you trusted and loved with all your heart. And now, the realization hit you like a freight train, he wasn't just your Pablo anymore.

He wasn't the one who came back to you at night, laughing at your stupid jokes, holding you close like you were the only person who mattered.

The article continued. Details, too many details, about how Pablo and Alice were inseparable. As always, they seemed to gravitate towards each other, even in the most mundane moments. “Always seen laughing”, “always talking closely during practice”, “even spending time together off the field”.

Your stomach turned, nausea creeping in as you read. Your throat felt tight and the burn of betrayal crawled up your spine, threatening to drown you. Each sentence was a fresh blow. Every new detail made the ground fall away from under you. A pit began to form in your chest and spread throughout your body like ice, sharp and cold.

“Just friends” you muttered under your breath, but the words seemed empty, like a lie you kept trying to convince yourself.

Your hands shook violently as you scrolled down, each sentence sinking into you. Each new revelation, a new crack in the foundation of everything you thought you knew.

It wasn't just friendship. You knew it. You felt it in your bones. And what scared you more was that you saw the signs, you saw them all, but you ignored them. The way Pablo smiled into the phone, his eyes lighting up when Alice's name appeared on the screen. The way he never hesitated to respond to her messages, the inside jokes, the laughter that seemed to echo in the background but you never questioned it. You never let your insecurities creep in because you trusted him. You trusted him completely.

Now, as you sat there, staring at the screen, everything changed. The love you thought was unwavering, the bond you thought would never be broken, suddenly felt fragile, like broken glass beneath your feet.

Later that night, you tried to push away the thoughts that were consuming you. "Maybe I'm exaggerating too much?" you thought. Maybe it was nothing, just harmless friendship, but deep down something was gnawing at you. You couldn't shake the feeling that you were losing him, even if you didn't know why.

When Pablo finally returned home, the silence between the two of you was deafening. You didn't even look at him when he walked through the door, his smile fading the moment he saw the look on your face. It wasn't the way he usually greeted you like always, full of warmth and affection. No, this time it was different. You felt as if a cold void had opened between you.

"Hey, what happened?" his voice was soft, filled with concern, but there was a note of uncertainty in it that cut deeper than any harsh words.

"So...Alice, huh?" the words left your mouth before you could stop them.

They were sharp, cutting, and when they hit the air, it felt like the world stopped. Your voice cracked at the end, the jealousy, the pain, the betrayal spilling out in a way you couldn't contain. Pablo blinked in surprise, his face turning pale.

"What about Alice?" he was confused, clearly off balance, but there was something else in his eyes, something that made you feel like you were standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall into something you couldn't control.

Then you stood up, the tension in your body unbearable.

"The girl you spend all your time with? The one they call your new best friend? The one I wasn't supposed to worry about?" you scoffed, looking at him from under the bull.

His expression faltered, and then a wave of guilt washed over his face.

"Amor, I... I don't know what you're talking about and you definitely have nothing to worry about" he stated calmly.

But now you couldn't stop. You couldn't hold it in any longer. The pain poured out of you like a flood.

"Don't lie to me, Pablo!" you growled, your voice shaking with anger, frustration, and pain you couldn't put into words. “I saw the way you looked at her. You're constantly texting her, laughing, sharing inside jokes. You're not the same with me anymore” you said in one breath, sadness radiating from you.

He frowned, frustration creeping into his voice.

“Y/N, you're acting ridiculous” he growled, but even then there was a note of hurt in his words. “I love YOU. Alice and I just-”

"What is it, Pablo?" you interrupted, raising your voice. "Just friends? You don't understand that, do you? I'm your girlfriend! Not her!" you screamed.

There was a silence that was suffocating. He clenched his jaw and his eyes seemed to darken, trying to find the words to fix this, but there were none. Eventually his voice softened, though it still carried the weight of something unsaid.

"I already told you. She's just a friend. Why can't you believe me?" he asked impatiently.

“Because you're not showing me that you care” you snapped, tears now streaming down your cheeks, your breathing ragged. “You're so wrapped up in her that I feel invisible, Pablo. I don’t even know who you are anymore” your voice cracked.

"I don't-" Pablo started, you interrupted him, every word you said now feeling like a dagger.

"No, don't you dare! I sat here and watched you. I watched you talk to her, watch you smile at her like she was the only person in the world. And I was too blind to notice, but now... Now I don't I can unsee this” your voice cracked.

His face hardened. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words died on his tongue. He closed his eyes as if trying to gather his thoughts, but you were already too far away.

“Please, Y/N” he said quietly, walking up to you, his voice barely above a whisper. “She's just a fellow staff member, someone I talk to, nothing more. I'm telling you there's nothing between us. Please trust me" he explained.

“Amor, you have to believe me. She's just a friend. I don't know why people say such things, but you're the one I want! It was always you!” he spoke desperately but calmly, trying to calm you down.

You shook your head, tears now flowing freely down your cheeks.

“I don't believe you anymore” you whispered, the words seeming to choke you. “I don't know how to believe you anymore,” you sobbed, shaking your head, slowly backing towards the door.

Pablo's face fell, pain written all over it. His hand reached for you, but you recoiled, every instinct telling you to run.

“No, don't touch me” your voice was rough, barely a whisper, but it was enough to make him freeze in place, feeling hurt.

"I'm sorry, okay?" his voice broke. “Please, you have to believe me. I love you, Y/N! Alice is just a friend” he said, contrite.

Your chest ached, the pain was unbearable.

"How could you love me and still do that? How could you let her take control like that? How could you let me feel like that, like I wasn't enough?" you threw out everything that was on your heart.

Pablo flinched as if the words physically hurt him. He stepped closer, but you shook your head violently, backing away.

"No, Pablo. You don't understand. I'm not second choice. I'm not a spare. I'm your girlfriend. I shouldn't even be competing for your attention! I'm the one who counts, not her!" you screamed, desperate and angry.

His jaw clenched, anger flashed in his eyes for a moment, but then it turned into something much worse, regret and helplessness.

“Y/N, please... I didn't want this to happen” a tear rolled down his cheek.

“I don't care what you meant” you blurted out, raising your voice, pouring out the weight of your broken heart. “I care about what you did. And I can't go on living like this" you choked out.

“Please” he said, his voice breaking, he tried to grab your hand again, but you kept pulling away. “Don't say that. Don't say you're leaving. We can fix this. We can-” you interrupted him.

"No!" you screamed, unable to hold back the surge of emotion. “I can't do this anymore. I'm not going to sit here and watch you fall in love with someone else. I’m not going to be the one you leave” you sobbed, a waterfall of tears falling from your eyes.

He looked at you as if you had just shattered him, his face pale, his eyes wide, a deep, unbearable sadness overwhelming him.

He looked at you as if you had just shattered him, his face pale, his eyes wide, a deep, unbearable sadness overwhelming him.

"Y/N, please don't go. I need you. I love you! Only you!" he screamed in despair, he felt his world collapsing.

You shook your head, your heart breaking in a way you never thought possible.

"You should have thought about it sooner. I'm done" you choked out, turning your back to him.

You couldn't look at him anymore. Not with the suffocating weight of everything unspoken between the two of you. Not with the reality of what he did.

You grabbed your coat, the material like a barrier between you and the raw pain that twisted in your chest. Once you ran out of his house, you didn't look back. You couldn't. You couldn't bear the sight of him, standing there, broken.

After you closed the door, Pablo fell to his knees, burying his face in his hands. He began to sob, feeling his chest sink and his heart clenching in pain. He couldn't believe what had just happened. You left him.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

The next day was a suffocating void. Silence. She was pushing from all sides. You haven't heard anything from Pablo. The thought of hearing his voice pained you. Of course you missed him. You couldn't believe that everything fell apart in just a few minutes.

The awkward tension of trying to make sense of it all made your skin crawl. But you couldn't stop thinking about the article, about Alice, about the distance growing between you and the person you thought you knew, the person you loved.

"Maybe you overreacted?" you thought. Maybe it wasn't as bad as you thought. But you couldn't shake the gnawing feeling in your stomach. Jealousy twisted inside you, something deep and primal that you couldn't push away, no matter how hard you tried.

Hours passed. Pablo called once. Then the second one. Tenth. But you couldn't bring yourself to answer. You didn't want to listen to his explanations, you didn't want to hear him tell you that everything would be fine, that Alice was just a friend. You couldn't stand it anymore.

Only late in the evening, when night had already fallen, you heard a knock on the door. Hesitantly, you opened it, but there was no mistaking the pain in his eyes when he saw you standing there, red-eyed, shaking.

“Y/N” Pablo said quietly, his voice full of emotion.

His usual confident demeanor was gone, replaced with something raw, something real.

“I need to talk to you. I'm here to fix it. Please” he begged, Pablo’s voice firm but gentle, his hands trembling and his gaze softening as he looked at you.

You crossed your arms but didn't look away. The wound in your heart still hurt, but there was something in his eyes that made you want to listen.

“I don't know if there's anything else to say, Pablo” you said quietly.

“Please” he said again, his voice cracking.

You hesitated, but you let him into your apartment, and when you closed the door, he immediately turned to you.

"I know I messed up. I should have made you feel safe. I should have shown you that you were everything to me, and instead I let you doubt. I let her get in the way" he said.

You took a shaky breath, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall.

“I don't know how to trust you again” you whispered, your voice was fragile, you were on the verge of tears. The pain still too fresh to ignore.

Pablo's gaze softened and he took a small step towards you, his eyes pleading.

“Y/N, I never wanted to make you feel like the second option. I love you. I love you so much. You are my whole world. Alice, she is nothing. Just a friend. But I was stupid and let my actions speak louder than my words. I'm very sorry, it will never happen again" he said in a desperate voice.

His words hit you like a tidal wave and for a moment you couldn't breathe. He took another step closer, extending his hand, but you pulled back, not ready to give him that much more. You had to listen to him first, he understood.

"I need to hear you say it, Pablo. I need to know that you're not just saying it because you don't want to lose me. I need to know that you're serious. You need to prove to me that I'm the one you want" You hoped that everything would work out.

He nodded slowly, his eyes shining with emotion.

"I need you, Y/N. I will do whatever it takes to make things right. If you want time, I will give it to you. If you want space, I will stay away. But I will never stop fighting for you" he looked deep into your eyes, and sincerity shone from his warm brown eyes.

The sensitivity in his voice shattered something inside you. He wasn't perfect and maybe there will always be insecurities, there will always be moments of doubt, but the love in his eyes was real. The sincerity in his words was too strong to ignore.

“I believe you” you finally whispered, the weight in your chest lifting just a little. “But it won't be easy, Pablo. It will take some time” you said quietly but gently.

He smiled softly, a small, broken smile, but it was enough.

"I know. And I'll spend every day proving it to you" he announced.

You took a deep breath and without thinking, closed the distance between the two of you. His arms immediately wrapped around you, holding you tightly, desperately, as if he was afraid you might slip away from him again.

You felt his warmth, his steady heartbeat, and for the first time in days, you allowed yourself to believe in him again. For the first time in what seemed like forever, you saw the real Pablo. The one who was a man who made mistakes but tried, really tried to fix it.

“I love you, Y/N” Pablo murmured into your ear, his voice full of emotion. “I love you more than anything” he whispered.

You clung to him, burying your face in his chest, your fingers gripping the fabric of his sweatshirt as a sob escaped your throat.

"I love you too, Pablo. But I need you to show it to me. Every day. Not just with words" you sobbed, and he stroked your hair soothingly.

"I will" he promised in a firm voice. "I will, I swear" he said with tears in his eyes, but with relief in his heart that you gave him a second chance.

And in that moment, as his arms held you tighter, you realized that love wasn't perfect. It wasn't always smooth. But it was worth fighting for. And you knew, deep inside, that despite the pain, despite the suffering, you and Pablo had something worth saving.

"I never, ever wanted to hurt you. I'm sorry I didn't do enough to calm you down back then. I love you, mi vida, and I'm not going anywhere" he spoke again after a short silence.

You swallow hard, feeling tears begin to form.

"I'm sorry too. I should have trusted you. My jealousy got the best of me. I don't want to lose you over something so stupid" you said, your voice broken.

Pablo took your hand and squeezed it gently.

“You won't lose me. I promise. I'm always here for you and I won't let anything come between us, neither gossip nor uncertainty. It's just you and me, okay?” he asked, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes.

You nodded, then snuggled into his chest again as he held you tightly in his arms and kissed the top of your head. The tension was starting to melt away. Healing takes time, but you both knew you could handle it. Because you had each other and that was all that mattered.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

In the following weeks, everything slowly returned to normal. Pablo tried to show you how much he loved you, always putting you first, always assuring you that you were the one he wanted. Alice was still nearby, but you no longer felt threatened. You learned to trust him again, and he learned to be more open with you, no longer allowing misunderstandings to build up.

One evening, you and Pablo were sitting on the couch in his living room. The night was quiet, and the faint hum of the city was barely audible through the open window. You spent hours talking, really talking about everything that was weighing on your hearts. Misunderstanding with Alice, jealousy, doubts. You were finally starting to feel like the distance between you was closing.

Pablo turned to you, his gaze soft but intense. The way he looked at you now was different, full of love, sincerity, and something that made you feel a sense of relief in your chest. He was so patient with you, so understanding. He apologized to you countless times, reassured you time and time again, but it was his actions, not just his words, that made you feel that everything would be okay.

You felt a little shy under his intense gaze, but your heart was full. The air between you was heavy, not from tension, but from something much more powerful.

"But are you sure?" you asked again, your voice barely audible above a whisper. “That it was just me? That you love me and that I am the one you want?” you asked, still unsure at some points.

He nodded, smiling at you, his hand slowly reaching up to cup your cheek gently.

"Always you, Y/N. Only you. I can't imagine life without you. I've never been more sure of anything than this" he confessed, his eyes shining with pure sincerity and unimaginable love for you.

A lump formed in your throat, your heart swelling at his words. You were so scared, so unsure, but now it all made sense. Pablo loved you, more than you could ever imagine. Now you knew it deep in your bones.

“You mean everything to me, Y/N” he murmured, his thumb gently brushing your skin. “I never want to hurt you again” he said firmly.

You closed your eyes for a moment, leaning into his touch, allowing yourself to feel the warmth of his presence. Then, opening your eyelids slightly without thinking, you leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between you and Pablo.

The world seemed to stop, and when your lips met his, everything inside you ignited. At first it was gentle, shy, almost as if he was asking for permission. But you deepened the kiss, your hands reaching up to touch his face, your fingers combing through his hair as you pulled him closer.

His lips tasted of relief and love, and in that kiss you could feel the weight of everything you had been through together. The jealousy, the misunderstandings, the pain, all of it melted away, replaced by an undeniable connection between the two of you, a longing. There was no longer any room for doubt, no room for uncertainty. It was just the two of you, wrapped in this moment of pure love.

When you finally pulled away, your foreheads rested against each other, both of you out of breath. You smiled to each other, your heart racing, but uncertainty still crept into your mind.

“I was afraid, Pablo” you finally whispered, feeling bad for interrupting the romantic moment. “I was afraid that I wasn't enough for you, that you would find someone better, someone who wouldn't be so insecure. And then there was Alicia, always around, always so perfect. And the rumors, my God, the rumors… They made me think I was losing you” tears of terror gathered in your eyes again.

Pablo's face softened as he sat even closer to you, his hand reaching for yours.

"You'll never lose me, Y/N. I promise. I'm not perfect, but I know I love you. I want to be with you, always. You are more than enough and I will do anything to make you feel safe, to make you trust me again" he stroked with his thumb your hand.

You looked at him for a long moment, your heart pounding in your chest. And then you slowly walked into his arms, letting him hold you tightly.

“I'm sorry again, too” you said quietly. “I should have trusted you more. I was just so scared...” you whispered.

“It's okay” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. “We'll get through this together. We always do this” he rubbed your back.

“I love you, cariño” you said softly, a smile curving your lips.

"I love you more, mi amor" Pablo replied, his voice equally quiet but full of promise.

And when he kissed you again, this time with more passion and confidence, you knew everything would be okay.

There were no more doubts, no more fears. You learned that love requires vulnerability, and sometimes even the strongest relationships have to go through a storm before they can shine brighter.

You were his and he was yours and nothing or no one could change that.

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❦ - lights camera golazo - PART 2

summary: media finds out about alejandros new relationship with the well known sports photographer - SOCIAL MEDIA ALTERNATE UNIVERSE!! 😍

warnings: nun ; atleast i don’t think there’s any 😭

writers note: lowkey didn’t know how to make this into a fic so a smau will have to do; @cherryloveshs you’re a crazy requester 😔

face claim: random girls from pinterest

part one

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barcauniversal: Photo from Fermin Lopez’s instagram of what fans assume to be Alejandro Balde with a mystery girl in Paris during this winter break

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user1: isn’t y/n in paris too? she took photos of him for social media?

user2: OMG YEAHH

user3: y’all are so delusional??

user4: nah you doing too much😭

user5: OMG??

lamineyamal: su primera novia 😂

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yourusername: visca barca 💙❤️

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user10: i wish 💔

user11: so you’re there for balde?

user12: i mean he’s in the likes??

user2: i’ve been sayin this for a while now

yourbestfriend: so you didn’t take me w you?? i see how it is

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yourusername: IM SORRY 😔

user13: didn’t know you were a culer

user14: what typa photo is that man you’re a photographer?? 😭😭

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alejandrobalde: paris ‘24 🤍

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user15: Y/N IN THE LIKES??

user16: well atleast we know who took the first 2 photos

user1: SO I WASNT DELUSIONAL

yourusername: bonita 😍

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user1: HELLOOOOO YALL WERE SAYING I WAS WRONG??

user17: oh!!

user18: oh balde better know how to fight istg

user19: MFS IGNORE THE Y/N STUFF BALDE LOOKS SO FINE BRO WHAT

_ferminlopez: creds for the last photo??

alejandrobalde: lo siento

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user20: balde took the photo?

yourusername: 😉😉

user20: ah

user21: look who’s finally on the other side of the camera

yourbestfriend: GUAPA

yourusername: 🪞

alejandrobalde: i think im a good photographer

yourusername: hmmm, i think i should stay as the photographer tho

alejandrobalde: if you say sooo!!

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yourusername: photo dump & hard launch if yall didn’t already know?? 🧘‍♀️

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alejandrobalde: yo te amo 🤍

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yourusername: y yo tambien, yo te amo mas. 🤍

user22: THEYRE SO CUTE

user3: oh 😮

user23: i love how all the doubters have been proved wrong

user24: barcauniveral really tried but failed

pablogavi: awhhh

yourbestfriend: my faves ❤️

get him back

pairing: gavi x ofc

summary: jimena sees her ex at a party. she does not shy away from the reunion.

taglist: @htpssgavi ; @joaosnovia

masterlist // I do not take requests

Jimena did not leave her home with the idea of ending up tangled on Gavi's sheets. She did not even think of meeting him when she met her friends at the only club in her small town. It was just some local festivity, and all the young people had had the same idea.

Jimena wanted to get drunk, find a nice guy to make out with and disappear into the night with her friends. But rumours spread fast, and soon she caught wind of who was also at the club.

Gavi wasn't known for going to parties, Jimena wa pretty sure that the last time he had stepped on this same club had been by her side, when they were still dating and his debut in first division was still a dream.

Jimena had reached a point in which she did not think of him for longer than she needed to. Only when the World Cup happened, she saw his face evrywhere she went. And she knew everyone around her saw him too. Jimean felt the glances everyone directed at her whenever something newsworthy happened.

Gavi socred a goal for Spain? The guys at the bar noticed if she celebrated or not. There were rumours that prnicess Leonor had a crush on him? Some lady at the supermarket asked her what it was like to have had what the royalty wanted. Even when he got injured, some tried to ask her if he was alright.

Gavi and Jimena had broken up before he even made it to the first team. She wanted to be someone's first choice, and his first choice would always be Barcelona, or the countless hot girls he had been rumoured to be dating.

As insidious as it was, Jimena was glad that the general public considered some random tiktoker to be Gavi's first love: if it was already annoying to be known as his ex only in their small town, she could not concieve how much bullshit she woud have to go through if the rest of the world knew.

However, Jimena was completely over Gavi. She had cried all the tears she had to, she had buried their pictures in a box and kissed half a dozen of other boys as a rebound. Her eyes should not linger on his silouhette when she finally spotted him, the lights of the club reflecting on his clothes. Her heart should not beat when she found his gaze already on her.

Jimena turned around, searching for Nacho. He was a guy she had been stringing around for a while, who she had no intention to actually date, but who would be perfect for her half threader plan.

Nacho was not too far away. He always made a point of being close to Jimena, and when her very famous ex was around, it was not the time to slack off.

Nacho's hand fell on her hip, covered by a shirt purple dress. The Jimena Gavi knew would not have worn something so daring, but the Gavi Jimena knew would not have shown up at the club on his own volition.

Nacho pressed their bodies together, swaying at the rhythm of the baf quality song that was on the TOP50, while his eyes lifted up.

"Your ex is staring," he said. Jimena sighed. She didn't need to look up to know, she could feel the weight of Gavi's eyes on her skin.

"I imagine he is," she said, non-committal.

"I can't believe I am going to sleep with Gavi's ex," he said. Jimena froze in place. That sentence did not sit well with her.

"Excuse me?"

"It's like, the biggest power trip of my life."

Jimena took a step froward trying to get rid of Nacho's hands on her body.

"Actually, I don't think this is a good idea..."

"Aw, c'mon! You're going to leave me like this?"

"I don't want to..." insisted Jimena, taking another step away and clashing with someone.

"I would advice you to leave the girl alone."

Gavi.

His voice was lower, his hand came up to hold her hip. Jimena stopped breathing. How was it possible that he had slipped through the crowd so quickly?

She then noticed that most people around them had stopped dancing. She spotted a couple of phone camera pointed towards them. She shivered, her skin crawling with discomfort.

"Ha. You don't want me to make a scene, do you?" bluffed Nacho. "They wouldn't like that back in you separatist club."

Gavi clenched his jaw, his grip on Jimena tightening.

"Let's go, he said softly on her ear."

Jimena shivered, but allowed herself to be led by Gavi away from the crowd, away from the phones pointing at them. She tried to spot her friends, but she couldn't understand the colored lights, and soon they were back on the open air.

"What the fuck was that?" she asked him.

"You tell me that," Gavi snapped.

"Since when do you go to clubs?"

"Since I'm searching for you?"

"Why would you do that?"

"Because you still have me blocked on everything and I wanted to talk to you?"

"Why would you—?"

Gavi cut their argument short by grabbing her face and pressing their lips together. Jimena froze for a minute, but then she returned the kiss with the intensity they both craved.

"I wanted to get you back," he explained once they parted. "I... have matured a but since the last time we were together and well, I realised I made quite a big mistake by letting you go."

Jimena scoffed.

"Oh, my God," she said. "I'm going to punch you in your pretty face so hard you won't be able to play for weeks."

He smirked.

"If I can spend those weeks with you, I'll call it a win."

Jimena bit her lip, but spotted that people were leaving the club, searching for Gavi, for them.

"I would love to do that in a place where people are not recording us," she offered, and Gavi laughed, pulling her towards the parking.

"I'll see what I can do."

LETS GO YOU LIKED MY IDEA FOR ONCE giving you another bc im cooking rn. MY HUSBAND. ALEJANDRO BALDIE. okay so basically he’s still a footballer and he has a photoshoot and the girl behind the camera (shy but talented photographer) is who he falls in love with duh. but the twist is the media discovers her and baldies coming of age relationship andddd they twist it SO if like to see that play out thanks

xoxo, i. 🐒

❦ - lights, camera, golazo - PART ONE

summary: it’s the shoot for the new barca kit, except balde finds love in the photographer

warnings: none!

writers note: ok issy, you’ve been cooking i guess?? also the twist is lowkey confusing so that’s being scrapped, you’ll be surprised tho!! i’m making this in multiple parts as well bc this is lowkey complex… also ignore how rushed this is at the end!

word count: 1.3k

The studio was quiet except from the light hum of lights and the soft rustle of fabric as she adjusted the new kits on the rack. She dusted her hands on her jeans, feeling the normal nerves she always got before a shoot. Today, it wasn’t just any shoot, it was one for Barca - and this sessions focus was on Alejandro Balde. His name alone sent her heart racing.

Alejandro stepped in after a few minutes, approaching her. ‘Hi,’ he said, ‘You must be the photographer for today, i’m Alejandro.’

She nodded quickly, fidgeting with her camera strap. ‘Yeah, I am. Nice to meet you.’

‘Nice to meet you too’ he replied. He sat his bag against the wall, glancing around the studio to try and get a feel of the space. ‘Looks great, where should I start?’

She hesitated, her fingers tightening on her grip on the camera. ‘Uhhh, over by the backdrop,’ she said softly, pointing. ‘We’ll start with some simple shots if that’s okay?’

‘Sounds good.’ he said with a small nod, moving to the spot she pointed at. His movements were laidback as she felt herself relaxing a bit. He stood patiently, waiting for her instructions, his hands laid loosely around his sides.

She lifted the camera, her voice barely a whisper. ‘Can you um, turn slightly to the left? And maybe look down a bit?’

Alejandro followed her directions without a question, his gaze focused. ‘Like this?’ he asked, looking up for a second to check.

She gave a quick nod. ‘Perfect.’ she murmured, snapping a few shots. The soft click of the shutter filled the silence.

‘You’re really good at this,’ he said after a moment, his tone genuine. ‘I guess it feels… easy.’

Her cheeks warmed, as she quickly ducked behind the camera. ‘Thank you.’ she mumbled, adjusting the lens to give herself a second. ‘You’re easy to work with.’

He chuckled softly, ‘I’m glad, I always feel a bit awkward in front of the camera.’

Her brows lifted in surprise, and before she could think, she said ‘And that’s why i’m always behind the camera.’

He smiled, ‘You’re making it easier, you’re calm even if you’re quiet.’

She felt her face heat up even more. ‘I’m just… focused,’ she said quickly, adjusting the camera again. ‘Let’s try a few more like this.’

‘Whatever you think works,’ he said, his voice steady but soft, as if he didn’t want to disturb her concentration.

As the shoot continued, she found herself stealing glances between shots, noticing the way alejandro seemed to settle into the moment, his quiet confidence settling her nerves. And with each quiet exchange, each smile shared, she felt herself falling.

By the time the session was halfway through, the nervous edge in the room had fully become something quieter and softer. She felt her heart skip whenever Alejandro caught her eye but she was starting to fine her rhythm again - giving quiet instructions.

‘You’re good at this’ Alejandro said again, during a brief pause. His voice gentle, as he watched her adjust her camera settings. ‘You barely say anything but you know what you want.’

She fumbled with the dial, the compliment catching her off guard, ‘Oh, uh I guess I just let the photos speak for itself’ she murmured.

Alejandro smiled faintly, ‘They will, I can tell.’ He glanced at the rack of kits nearby. ‘Do you want me to change into the next one?’

She nodded quickly. ‘Yes please, it’s the third kit, the green one.’

He crossed over to the rack, his moves unhurried. ‘So you’ve worked with a lot of players before?’ he asked as he grabbed the shirt.

‘A few,’ she replied, her voice soft. ‘Mostly smaller shoots. This is a bigger one for me.’

‘Well, it doesn’t feel like it.’ Alejandro said, pulling the new shirt over his head. ‘Feels like you’ve been doing this forever.’

She ducked her head, a small, shy smile tugging at her lips, ‘Thanks.’

When he returned to the backdrop, the bright kit fitting him perfectly, she couldn’t help but notice how the neon green complimented his features.

‘Ready when you are.’ Alejandro said softly.

She nodded, her hands steadying as she framed the shot. ‘Turn to your right.’ she murmured. ‘A little more… perfect.’

The shutter clicked for a second, the world seemed to shrink to just the two of them. The room seemed smaller, the air heavier, not in a bad way. In a way that made her feel like nothing else existed but the way he looked at her.

‘Are you always this focused when you shoot?’ Alejandro asked, his voice low.

She hesitated, her finger hovering over the shutter. ‘I mean, I guess so.’ she said softly. ‘It’s easier to stay in my head.’

He tilted his head, his expression thoughtful. ‘And what about outside your head?’

She blinked, lowering the camera, ‘What do you mean by that?’

‘I mean,’ he said gently, ‘sometimes it’s good to come out, to be in the moment.’

Her heart fluttered, and for a second she didn’t know how to respond. Instead, she nodded quickly and bought the camera back up. ‘Let’s uhm try one more shot’

‘Alright.’

Eventually, the shoot ended, and he left. The studio felt quieter without him as she packed up her gear. She was all set to go home until her phone buzzed. It was a dm from instagram.

‘hey, it’s ale, thanks for today, you were amazing’

She stared at the screen, unsure on how to respond and ended up replying with,

‘ofcourse!! you were amazing to work with’

She hit send and immediately felt her stomach twist with nerves. But before she could think; the dots indicating that he was typing appeared.

‘it was nice working with you, maybe we could get coffee sometime if you’re not busy?’

Her breath was caught. Coffee? With him? She bit her lip before replying with,

‘yeah, i’d like that’

His response was almost immediate:

‘great, how about tomorrow?’

Tomorrow?? Her head spun at the thought of the small time frame.

‘tomorrow works!!’

Her response short, to try and match his nonchalance.

‘perfect, i’ll text you the place and time, goodnight.’

She hearted the message and set her phone down, her heart racing.

They both met up in a downtown cafe near the training grounds and conjured up some small talk.

‘So,’ he said after a while, his eyes twinkling with curiosity, ‘How did you get into photography?’

She hesitated, surprised by the question. Most people didn’t ask. ‘Uhm, I guess I’ve always liked capturing moments,’ she said softly, her fingers tracing the edge of her mug. ‘It feels… safer, somehow. Being behind the camera instead of in front of it.’

Alejandro nodded, his expression thoughtful. ‘I get that,’ he said. ‘It’s kind of like football for me. When I’m on the pitch, everything else just… fades away.’

She glanced up at him, her shyness giving way to curiosity. ‘How did you get into football?’ she asked.

He smiled, leaning back in his chair. ‘My dad used to take me to matches when I was a kid. I’d sit in the stands, dreaming of playing on a big field someday. Eventually, I started kicking a ball around, and… well, here I am.’

The conversation flowed more easily after that, each question and answer pulling them closer together. By the time they finished their coffee, she felt like she’d known Alejandro for far longer than just a few hours.

When they finally stepped outside, the afternoon sun was beginning to dip, casting a soft golden glow over the city. Alejandro turned to her, his hands tucked into his jacket pockets.

‘Thanks for coming,’ he said, his voice warm. ‘I’m glad we did this.’

‘Me too,’ She said, her heart bursting with a quiet, unexpected happiness.

‘Maybe we could do it again sometime?’ he asked, his tone hopeful.

She hesitated for only a second before nodding. ‘I’d like that.’

Alejandro smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. ‘Good.’

That date lead to a ton after, making them official, but do they want to announce it to the public..?

ღ - m a s t e r l i s t

who i write for

alejandro balde

lights, camera, golazo - part one

lights, camera, golazo - part two

bound 2

pablo gavi

stadium lights, casablancan nights

ivy

a quiet kind of love.

valentines surprise.

yours to hold.

el mar, el sol y mi corazón.

love && war.

love && war 2.

jamal musiala

for better or for best

the alchemy

boyfriend headcannons

london days.

joao felix

girl dad head cannons

joao felix x non famous girl headcannons

joao felix x sassy girl headcannons

it’s still intact, right?

la rainha de cobham

hell n back

lottery

one wrong digit.

one wrong digit. part 2.

one wrong digit. part 3.

amore a milan.

is this a curse..?

yours for the day.

retail therapy… or not?

lost && found.

priorities.

delicate.

my girls curls.

hector fort

boyfriend headcannons

moonlight

my favourite player.

unexpected but never a problem.

jude bellingham

all eyes on us

kiss of life

madrid, maybe.

not enough for you.

kenan yildiz

i knew you were trouble

cut my hair

in your arms, always.

table for 2.

‘who’s jeans..?’

silent devotion.

first date dilemmas.

match made in turin.

the love of italia.

‘and we created you in pairs.’

hidden in plain sight.

guille fernandez

back to you.

sneaking around.

toni fernandez

playing for keeps.

marc bernal

the best kind of trip.

pau cubarsi

attached by the arms.

kieran tierney

moving on.

taa (trent)

headlines.

charles leclerc

maman et papa.

4th times the charm (atp i’m js saying anything) gavi gets transported to morocco for a game, BUT while he’s there thru the shops he sees this BEAUTIFUL moroccan princess and they fall in love 😻🙏

❦ - stadium lights in casablancan nights

summary: gavi is called for international duty against morocco and finds love in the stands.

warnings: none!! however there’s a slight plot chance that was dmed to me afterwards xx

writers note: i love this idea and don’t ‘4th times the charm’ me mate your last 3 requests were diabolical?? who would read culpa mia but w gavi and snow white but gavis the princess?? 😭😭 also did someone say overwriting 😱

word count: 2k

The overwhelming roar of the crowd in Casablanca’s Mohammed V Stadium was quite deafening, but that made gavis pulse raise even more. His heart raced not because of nerves, but for the fact that he wants to prove himself. Back in the world cup 2022 he scored a goal against costa rica that showed that he wasn’t just another kid from la masia, he was truly a star. However, a few matches later his first world cup dream came to a crash. Round of 16 vs morocco.

As the anthems faded to an end and the refs whistle blew, he jogged into place and let the game get into its usual rhythm, clear chances, passes, tackles and fouls. And there it was. a goal! Perfect goal may i add by lamine yamal. The stadium erupted into cheers as gavi made his way to the corner flag to celebrate with his teammate, not only internationally but from his club that’s always been by his side.

However, this wasn’t just a normal celebration, something pulled his gaze upwards, and that’s when he saw it, her. Throughout the wave of opposing fans, one face stood out to him, a gorgeous girl, hands gripping the railing with her jaw dropped. It was obvious she wasn’t cheering for spain though, her kit and flag proved that inference. Yet her gaze found his, holding it for longer than it should’ve.

Eventually, half time pulled around as gavi made his way to the locker room. But that didn’t stop him from looking for her though. She hadn’t moved from that spot, instead she was stood up, laughing with her friends leaning against that very same railing, but her focus wasn’t on her friends. Her gaze was on the pitch, as if she was looking for something, making gavi wonder if it’s him that she’s looking for.

Pedri, who was standing right next to him, nudged him and said, ‘Focus hermano, she’s way out of your league.’, in a teasing tone, making gavi smirk but no response came out of him. He knew this wasn’t the last time their paths would cross.

The final whistle blew, the score ending in a 2-1 narrow victory to Spain, with players exchanging handshakes and shirts. Even though they had a successful match, that didn’t shift his mind from the mystery girl, his eyes shifting to her every couple of minutes.

After plucking up the courage to approach her, he noticed her still laughing with her friends, her smile lighting him up.

Without giving it a second thought, he jumped over the barrier, passing security and approached her. Some may call him cocky for the confidence but she noticed and found it amusing that he tried to get her attention. Although security refused to let him get any closer, he ushered her to come closer, and she complied, with her friends teasing her.

‘Hola, did you enjoy the match?’, he asked in almost a whisper to avoid attention from others.

She tilted her head, and her lips formed into a smile, laughing to herself and replied with, ‘Even though Spain won? I guess so’ she said in a playful tone, with her soft accent coming out.

They exchanged names however it caught Gavi off guard.

‘Wait you don’t know my name?’ asked Gavi in an almost concerned tone.

‘No, I know your name.. I just wanted to hear you say it.’ she said, her soft smile widening.

‘Gavi’ he said, chuckling, in a quiet voice.

Her friends called her from behind and she glanced back, reluctant to leave. ‘Looks like I have to go..’ she said.

‘Wait.’ Gavi said quickly, removing his shirt, and handed it to her, the faint smell of grass clinging to it. ‘Something to remember this match by.’

She took the shirt, her fingers brushing his for a small second, ‘Gracias, Gavira.’ she said, making his heart race.

There was one thing he knew for certain, he had to see her again.

The next few days in Casablanca was an absolute blur for him, media videos, training sessions and team meeting, but she couldn’t get out of his mind. Her smile, her laugh and how her gaze lasted for longer than even she wanted it to.

That’s when he realised, it wasn’t the match, it was her.

After hours of practice, the team had some downtime before their flight back to Madrid. Gavi found himself roaming the streets with Pedri, just so he didn’t seem like a loner.

‘So you’re really attached to this girl, hermano?’, asked Pedri almost with genuine concern.

Gavi sighed and yet again, didn’t have a reply for that and continued walking.

That’s when he saw her, for the second time, except she was alone in a small cafe.

He hesitated for a moment, Pedri staying outside, as Gavi made his way over.

‘Mind if i join?’ he asked, grabbing a chair from a nearby table.

She looked up, surprised as a smile was spread across her face. ‘Gavi’ she said ‘How come you’re not with your team?’

‘I mean, I was..’ he said, taking a seat opposite her. ‘But I figured i’d explore some more. Seems like I found the right place’

She raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. ‘So you spend your free time chasing random girls that you see during matches?’

He smirked, leaning back into the chair, ‘Only the interesting ones.’

She laughed softly, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the edges of her teacup. ‘Not sure if that’s flattering or too forward’

Gavi’s smile softened, ‘A bit of both, cariño.’

‘Well i’ve seen you play, you’re good. But i’m sure you know that by now.’

He chuckled, ‘I don’t need compliments, but i’ll take them’

She smiled again, ‘So what’s a footballer like you doing in this small cafe in Casablanca?’

He looked out the window for a second, and then back at her, ‘I guess i’m looking for things that matter besides football’

Her gaze softened, ‘And have you found that yet?’

‘I’m getting closer.’ he paused, ‘Listen, I don’t know how long i’m gonna be here, but I want to see you again’

Unsure of how to really respond to that, she said ‘Maybe. If you’re lucky.’ in a mysterious tone.

And that’s when he knew he wouldn’t be leaving this city any time soon.

Due to the weather in Spain, their trip extended a few more days, but she didn’t need to know that.

On the last night of their stay, Gavi slipped away from the hotel and didn’t tell anyone, not even Pedri that he was going back to that very same cafe.

The night air was cooler than he expected but the night life still stayed active.

It wasn’t that long until he saw the cafe again, although it was late, it was still open and a few people were still in there.

He hesitated for a moment before entering again and the owner looked up at him and said,

‘Gavi, right? You’re here for someone I figured, and if so you’re in the right place, habibi.’

Gavi, uncertain by her words, followed her over to the table, where he saw here for the third time.

He sat opposite her, letting his eyes linger on her for a second before she broke the silence.

‘Gavi, I thought you wouldn’t turn up.’, she said, following with the familiar smile that Gavi loved.

‘I couldn’t stay away.’ he replied

And to that she chuckled and said, ‘You’re a lot more complicated than i thought Pablo.’

He grinned, trying to hide his emotions, leaning back into his chair, ‘I’ve been told.’

She stood up and said, ‘Listen Gavi, it’s getting late, I need to get going, and you should too.’

‘Wait,’ Gavi said ‘Can you please see me play again.’, he asked in an almost pleading tone.

She looked back, with an unreadable expression and said, ‘And you think i’ll say yes?’

‘I was hoping that you’ll surprise me.’

‘Maybe.’

And with that, she left.

A few weeks passed by, and the memory of you lingered in his brain. He hadn’t seen her since that night in the cafe, but your time together was the only thing on his mind.

Now he was in the Montjuïc, at a home game for laliga, as the stadium was packed with culers from all over the world as usual. But this match felt different.

As the game kicked off, Gavi instantly fell into the usual match rhythm yet his thought remained on her.

There was a small pause in play, as he re adjusted his socks, someone caught his eye. It was her.

There she was, in the VIP section, her barca scarf tucked around her shoulders.

He froze for a second, his heart hammering in his chest. She was no longer a memory, she was there in real time. Eventually, he snapped back into focus.

The scoreline was 1-1 and he knew that he needed to be the change that he wanted to see, so he took a risk and shot it in the direction of the net, bracing himself for the result. And there it was, a goal to put barca in the lead.

Pablo sprinted to the corner to celebrate and he looked up to see her in the stands with her hands over her mouth in shock. Then she smiled, her face full of pride. He noticed that, and made a small gesture, pointing towards her.

After the match was over, he saw her waiting with security by the players exit.

‘You made that goal look easy’ she said, her voice with a teasing tilt.

Before he could answer that, he had a question in his head.

‘You came all this way, why?’ He said, his eyes searching for hers.

‘I wanted to see if you’d keep your promise’

‘And did I?’

‘Yes.’ she replied with a subtle smile.

It had gotten to the point where they finally exchanged numbers, making his heart flutter.

The next laliga match was against sociedad which was quite a big match if you think about it. He had just completed his pre game superstitions until he received a message

‘i heard you’re not as bad as they say, wanna prove it? 😉’

He grinned, feeling a rush of excitement.

‘i thought i already did that’ he typed back.

‘okay, meet me at the cafe tomorrow.’

He arrived at the cafe as soon as the match was over and he was lost in thought. What were they? He knew they weren’t a fling but he didn’t know what to label it.

‘You’re early’ she said as she walked in.

‘Came as soon as the match ended’ he replied.

‘Okay Pablo, i’m gonna start off with why i asked you to come here. You’re the first guy who’s come into my life with a smile and a promise. But i’m not interested in that.’ she started.

He leaned in, ‘What’re you interested in then.’

‘Something real.’

‘So am I, and i’m not going anywhere.’

‘So prove it.’

And with those three words, the barrier between them was broken.

They went for a walk on the quiet streets of Barcelona, the night air brushing their faces. Neither of them spoke but the silence was enough for the both of them.

He turned to face her, ‘Listen. I don’t want you to go, just stay.’

She looked back at him and said, ‘Gavi.’

He didn’t let her continue because he felt like he already knew the answer to that and closed the gap between them.

Eventually, she found her way into extending her stay and renting an apartment in Barcelona to stay wiyh Gavi

Months past until they decided to make it official to the public, they both figured it out, the fame and distance.

One evening, they both sat on the balcony until he turned to face her.

‘So this is what i’ve been looking for. I’ve finally found what matters besides football.’ Gavi said.

She smiled back at him, realising that this is all she wanted too.

Hiii, quick question, what nationality are you???

hii darlinggg, i’m bangladeshi, spanish and palestinian but im from england!! 🤍

in honour of phonzy and sheyenne getting married , do a jamal fanfic where he and the reader (female..!) are childhood besties but have feelings for each other.

Reader is sheyenne’s bridesmaid and jamal is phonzys best man.

Rest is up to ur imagination 🙏

❦ - for better or for best - JM42

summary : it’s alphonso and sheyenne’s wedding and you and jamal are childhood best friends ; except you guys can’t hide your feelings much longer.

warnings : slight angst & fluff!! AND USE OF Y/N BC IK THAT TRIGGERS SOME OF YOU 😭. alsoooo cussing & jamal is lowkey a bit of an asshole…

writers note : i love this idea sm & this is lowkey short, sorry bae 💔 also ignore how this fic progressively gets more obvious that i’m tired and that this is lowkey rushed 🙏

as the venue started to fill up, it slowly started to get louder and full of excitement, everybody waiting for the bride to walk down the aisle. the air was filled with the smell of flowers as you stood at the front, taking in the atmosphere. you held your bouquet tight, even though you said nothing, your face did. you were noticeably stressed from helping with the wedding and you took it upon yourself to leave the bride relaxed for her big day.

jamal silently stood near you, adjusting his cuff links for what felt like the 5th time that night. usually he’s nonchalant but you noticed that emotion was replaced with something else. to your surprise, even he seemed tensed up by the situation. he caught your gaze and quietly asked, ‘nervous?’.

slightly amused with his stupid question to your obvious answer of a facial expression, you sighed and replied with, ‘take a guess sherlock, what about you though?’

‘nah. i’m calm about it, you know me y/n, i don’t stress ab these things’ he was right. you did know him. and you could read right through him, he WAS stressed, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

‘okay then. sheyenne is gonna come any second now, get in your place bro.’ seemed to be all you could come up with. usually you’d come up with a different response but you thought it wasn’t much worth the effort.

literally as soon as you said that, the loud, eccentric fanfare blasted through, announcing the brides arrival. sheyenne looked absolutely gorgeous making you smile like an idiot until jamal turned to look at you, smiling too at your sight.

after vows were exchanged, you and the whole bridal party as well as the grooms party were sent outside for photo shoots with the newlyweds.

‘y/n stop tilting your head, make it straight’, the photographer snapped, knocking you out of your daze. you silently complied, painting a forced smile on your face knowing that you’re well and truly burnt out from all the prep. throughout this whole photo shoot you stayed composed until you heard, ‘okay!! best man and maid of honour come, let’s get a photo of you two’

THAT. that’s what really got you out of that daze. you stood next to him as he slid his hand around your waist, instantly making you tense up.

he noticed your sudden change up and whispered, ‘relax schatz (darling/baby), why’re you so worked up, calm down. it’s not like we haven’t done this before, it always happens at family events, nothing different now.’ and to that you simply nodded and got the photos done with.

soon after, everyone was getting on the dance floor until some random guy who even you thought was quite fine, asked you to dance. and to that you reluctantly agreed, seeming that you had no one else to dance with. ofcourse, jamal suddenly appears just as you’re about to go and dance.

‘idk who you are, but i actually asked y/n to dance first, so if i was you i’d move along, listen mate, there’s other women here so don’t get too disheartened.’ jamal murmured, as the guy stayed silent and moved away like an npc. the brown haired boy grabbed your wrists, but you slapped his grip off as you pulled him into a side room

‘jamal what the actual fuck are you doing?? that guy was sweet and you made him go away for no reason. you don’t even want to fucking dance you dickhead why would you do that. it’s like you’re always trying to spite me what did i do to you. you have so many other girls to harass right now, why me man.’ leading you to sigh after ranting and pleading. to your surprise, he didn’t have a smartass answer, instead he just stayed silent and stared at the floor, unable to create a reason behind his stupid action.

‘okay. i’m sorry. i don’t know why i did it, i guess i was jealous. y/n i don’t fucking know anymore. i’m in love with you and i don’t know how else to make it obvious to you at this point. i wanted that to be the last sign but i guess that went wrong.’ to that, it was you who was unable to respond. and to add to that, you felt like a piece of you broke inside when you heard that. how did you not get the signs.

there was a silence that followed as his words hung in the air ‘i’m in love with you.’ 5 words that you couldn’t admit yourself. to be honest with yourself, you didn’t believe it, not that you didn’t want to, but because it seemed too crazy to be real, as if it was like a disney movie. just because you were unable to break the silence, he did it for you.

‘y/n say something. i just told you that im in love with you and all you’re doing is just standing there. hell i’ve been in love with you for years and i don’t want this to ruin what we already have.’, his gaze softening, noticing that you absorbed what he said.

‘so you were jealous of the guy… jamal please this is the wrong time and place to confess this. and what chance do we actually have together. what’s gonna happen if we break up, what’s happening now even? is this gonna fuck up our friendship.’ you rambled with thousands of thoughts at once racing through your mind, your reaction making him grin, knowing you’re considering it.

‘y/n. shut up. just give it a go, please.’ he replied, before you could say anything he kissed you, catching you off guard by a mile. eventually breaking it, leaving you so lost.

‘okay. fine. but we can’t tell anyone till ATLEAST next week otherwise the whatsapp aunties are gonna accuse us of ruining the wedding.’ you randomly blurted, making him giggle a bit

‘sounds like a deal.’ he said in between giggles

anything with joao felix pleaseeeee 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

girl dad joao felix headcannons ꨄ

my first fic so ntm on how bad it is rn - also wouldn’t he be such a good girl dad??

❦ - starting off w what i alr said; he’s definitely a girl dad and would want her to be alexia putellas or sum

❦ - to be fair that would probably lead into her being a daddy’s girl and she would want to always be by his side

❦ - once she gets hair TRUST hes going to stock up on bows and style her hair all the time

❦ - whenever he goes to the stores with you, he’ll always think of her and buy her clothes & toys etc..

also, he’d also get her stuff from when he’s away for games

❦ - he is DEDICATED to tea parties; for example he has tiaras and everything and even if you post it on social media, instead of being embarrassed, he’d embrace it to his teammates

❦ - joao would always have the newest chelsea kit for her and as soon as she can walk you’re gonna find her wobbling w the ball and he’d be the most supportive person on earth

❦ - this man wouldn’t be able to braid hair no matter how hard he tried, if his princess asked him to do his hair like elsa trust he’d crash out. best this man would be able to do is a ponytail

❦ - occasionally, you’d post videos of her cheering whenever her dad scores a goal for him to see after the match is over

❦ - she is his biggest flex; in the changing rooms he’ll always be talking about her

random player : ‘did you see my insta story, my son can finally count to 10!!’

joao : ‘that’s nice but my daughter can name all the colours in english AND portuguese

❦ - your daughter would often ask to play football in the garden with her dad and she takes after him aggressively screaming ‘GOLAZOOOO’ after a goal

gang i got a req to write a joao felix fic and honestly im contemplating whether i should start writing one bc NO ONE IS MAKING JOAO FICS BRO 💔 so uhhh lmk and give me requests i’ll be making fics ab anyone atp as long as y’all will read it

kali uchis’ “your teeth in my neck” is my new obsession. the song isn’t lyrically phenomenal but the way she can make a song about wealth inequality so sultry is amazing 😭 her voice is so smooth and raspy and the way she pronounces her vowels is so satisfying 😻

unmasked

credits to the owner!

summary: gavi wears a mask, but under your pressure he shows his true face

warnings: insecure!gavi

pairing: pablo gavi x fem!reader

request: maybe one where pablo was always playing cool around u as his first girl but one day he wasnt able to continue acting and he appear stupid in front of the reader but she did comfort him that she wants the real pablo not the actor one. i think its a anger then fluff

taglist: @paucubarsisimp, @barcapix, @joaosnovia

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It's been months since you first met Pablo, and in that time you've gotten to know him not only as a football prodigy, but as the good man he was in person. To the world he was a star, but to you he was just Pablo.

At first everything seemed like a whirlwind. You met by chance one evening at a cafe. He was just another guy, albeit a famous one, but as the days went by you saw what Pablo was like off cameras and spotlights. He was funny, smart and thoughtful in a way no one had seen on the field. But there was something that irritated you. He always wore this mask, this persona of the cool, untouchable guy. A boy who was always in control, a player who never cracked.

He smiled that teasing smile, his eyes shining with confidence, and everyone around him swooned. But with you, when it was just the two of you, there was always something hidden. This frustrated you because you wanted to meet the real Pablo.

You were his first girlfriend, Pablo didn't know how to behave around you without looking like a fool. However, you were able to feel the distance between you, as if he was afraid that if he showed you too much of himself, you would leave. Maybe he thought that the real Pablo wouldn't be enough for you, that to keep you he had to be the perfect version of himself, the one everyone expected.

You tried talking to him about it countless times, but he always avoided the conversation. He joked, laughed or changed the subject. You couldn't help but wonder why he was afraid to show you his true self.

It wasn't that you wanted to change him. You've never done this and you had no intention of doing so. You just wanted him to trust you enough to stop pretending. You didn't want cool Gavi, the guy who made everyone swoon with his natural charm. You wanted the real thing. The one who was nervous before important matches, the one who stayed up late talking about his dreams and fears. One who didn't feel the need to pretend to be invincible, but who could share his vulnerability with someone who truly cared about him. You wanted Pablo, your Pablito.

But life went on and you still shared quiet moments, laughed together, and even shared moments of deep conversation. However, Pablo's true face was always out of reach.

One afternoon you were waiting for him at his house because he gave you his keys and texted you to come over. You thought that maybe something would change today, that maybe he wanted to talk about something. How wrong you were.

As soon as he got home, you could see the exhaustion on his face. It wasn't the typical tiredness he felt after a long training session - it was something deeper, as if he was carrying a burden that had nothing to do with football.

“Hi” he greeted you, kissing you lightly on the cheek before plopping down on the couch next to you.

"Hey, how's training?" you asked, running your fingers through his hair, but he didn't look at you.

“Fine, same as always” he shrugged and you frowned.

There was silence between you. You scanned him with your eyes, breathing shallowly, while he stared blankly at the turned off TV. His smile was absent and his eyes were duller than usual. His fingers absently scratched his beard, the air thickening.

You had enough, you wanted to end it. You looked at him for a moment longer before speaking.

“Hey, are you okay?” you asked gently, your voice breaking the awkward silence.

He looked at you, and for the first time you saw a hint of hesitation in his gaze.

Normally he would have turned it into a joke to avoid answering the question, but that wasn't the case today, he had no shield to hide behind.

For a long, awkward moment, he just stared at you, his lips slightly parted, unsure of what to say.

"I'm...fine" he said, though from the way his words hung in the air, it seemed like he wasn't. The mask was still in place, but there was something different about it now. She wasn't as convincing anymore, you could tell. "I'm just tired" he added, sighing heavily.

But you knew something was wrong. You had spent enough time with him to recognize when he was hiding, or at least trying to now, behind his mask of the perfect boy.

“You know you don't have to be perfect around me?” you said quietly, concern evident in your voice. “You don't have to pretend that everything is always fine when I see that it's not” you added, looking at him intensely.

He shook his head, trying to smile, but his usual freedom to avoid answering was gone. "It's nothing" he said, his voice now hoarse. “I guess I've been working too hard lately” he looked for an excuse.

He didn't manage to fool you into it. You could always tell when he was faking it, when he was trying to convince you and himself that everything was okay when it wasn't. Your heart tightened in your chest. You knew it wasn't exhaustion from training, it was something much deeper.

You leaned forward, closing the distance between you and looking straight into his uncertain eyes. “Pablo” you said, your voice softer now, more serious. “You don't have to pretend to me. "I know you're more than the 'nice guy' everyone thinks you are" you began.

“I want to see Pablo, not Gavi” you added. "Besides, you always tell me that when I feel unsure, I should talk to you, so why don't you want to do it with me when you're confused?" you asked quietly.

It took his breath away and for the first time you saw something in his eyes that you had never noticed before. Sensitivity. Fear. It was as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders and he didn't know how to carry it anymore. For a moment, you saw the cracks in his armor, and they were more beautiful than you had ever imagined.

"I don't know how to do this" he confessed quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don't know how to be anything other than the guy everyone expects me to be. It's easy on the pitch because I know what I'm doing. But as for… then…” he gestured between the two of you, his eyes falling to his hands, unable to meet yours. “I don't know how to be real. It's just... I'm afraid that if I show who I really am, you won't want it” his voice cracked.

"I act like I'm always fine, like I'm the perfect player, the perfect guy. But... I'm not. I'm just... tired. Tired of pretending" he buried his face in hands.

Your heart ached for him, the weight of his words hitting you harder than you expected. You always knew that underneath the surface, Pablo wasn't as untouchable and indestructible as he seemed, but today he showed you something no one else had ever seen - the truth.

But hearing him admit it, seeing him break down in front of you, it all felt real in a way you hadn't expected.

His words hung in the air, raw and vulnerable. Your heart ached with the pressure he carried alone, to this day.

"You are also my first girlfriend and... I don't really know how to behave, I don't want to scare you or disappoint you, much less lose you" he said contritely.

You slowly wrapped your arms around him, leaning on his shoulder, looking at him with tears in your eyes. He froze, looking at you as if he couldn't believe that you didn't pull away after his confession. On the contrary, you grabbed his hand and squeezed it, naturally intertwining your fingers, offering him comfort with this gesture.

“None of this will happen, Pablo. I won't leave you when you show your true self because I don't want a "perfect" Gavi" you said quietly, your voice confident. “I don't want an actor. I want you, Pablo. The real you. The one who is not afraid to be afraid sometimes, to show that he is human. This is the person I care about. Not the cool guy everyone else sees” you said in a soft voice.

His eyes searched yours, uncertain, as if waiting for you to take back your words, but you didn't. You had every single one of them on your mind, and finally, after what seemed like an eternity, a small, genuine, hopeful smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He was shy at first, but he widened as he squeezed your hand tighter.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice full of emotion.

You nodded, your heart filling with emotion. That was it. The moment you've been waiting for for so long.

“I've never been more sure of anything” you whispered, looking tenderly into his eyes.

Then there was silence, a calm, loving silence as the weight between you lifted. For the first time, you saw Pablo as he truly was - not a star, not an untouchable hero, but a man who could laugh, stumble, show fear and still be worthy of love. And he saw you, not as someone who admired him for his fame or skill, but as someone who cared for him exactly as he was.

He leaned in slowly, his face was only a few inches from yours, and kissed you softly and lovingly. This time it's not for to impress you. This wasn't a show, this was finally real, and you couldn't be happier that he had broken down the walls and finally let you in.

When you broke apart, Pablo leaned down, cupping your cheek in his hand, his forehead gently pressed against yours. There were no ostentatious gestures, no need for words. Just you two.

"I love you" he whispered, his voice full of sincerity.

The words seemed to have been coming for a long time, but now they didn't seem rushed or forced. They were real and you smiled wholeheartedly, responding in kind.

“I love you too, Pablo. Just who you are, not the actor you pretended to be. I love the real you more than you know and more than words can express" you confessed, seeing the sparkle of happiness and relief in his eyes, then kissed him again.

As the weeks passed, things changed between you and Pablo. He became more open, more authentic with you. It wasn't a dramatic change - more like a steady, gentle unraveling of the man he had always been beneath the layers of his public persona. He no longer shied away from asking you for help when he was struggling through a tough game, or how he unhesitatingly reached out to you for a silent reassurance that you were there for him, that he didn't have to be perfect to be loved.

He no longer tried to wear the cool guy mask. He realized that with you he could be tired, scared, be himself, and with each passing day you fell more and more in love with him - not with an actor or a superstar, but with the real Pablo, the one who needed comfort, who laughed freely and shared his fears without shame. He needed your love, and he had no problem showing it fully to you.

But it wasn't just about grand gestures. It was also about the quiet, tender moments you shared, like late night conversations that turned into long passionate discussions, cooking dinner together in his apartment, laughing about stupid things that didn't matter to anyone but the two of you. Every day you learned more about him, for example he had the courage to tell you about his childhood in Sevilla, what it was like before everything started.

For the first time, he allowed himself to be vulnerable with you. And each time you felt your heart fill with a mixture of love and admiration. This was the real Pablo you wanted from the very beginning. A young man who had dreams, doubts and fears, just like everyone else.

You broke down his walls and in return he gave you the most precious gift, his true self.

And that was more than enough.

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