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forever young ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 - pablo gavi

pairing: (childhood bff) gavi x reader summary: a scene from your childhood, a promise from your best friend, and a full circle moment word count: 889

a/n: it's finally done! this is the gavi fic i couldn't decide on the ending for - thank u to everyone who voted in my poll for it <33 😭 - also I KNOW there aren't live commentators when you watch football matches in person okay its for the plot

“In ten years, I’ll probably be so good that I’ll score all the time! And you can come and watch my matches!” 

You could remember it like it was yesterday - Gavi sitting next to you on a park bench, the two of you messily devouring ice cream cones you had begged your mum for enough pocket money to buy. He was excitedly explaining his plans for when the two of you were older, him being a professional footballer obviously, and you still by his side. 

“And when I do score, I’ll point up to you in the stands just like this, okay?”

“That’s so far away in the future, you’ll probably forget by then,” you sigh, but you can’t stop yourself from laughing as he poses and his melting ice cream drips down his small hands and onto the pavement below. 

“I won’t, I swear!” 

You nod unconvincingly, more concerned with making sure your treat doesn’t become a similar mess and for a moment the two of you sit in silence. The warm summer sun tingles on your round cheeks, even as the approaching afternoon causes it to dip below the horizon. You watch as Gavi tries again, and fails, to clean up his hands by lapping up the dripping ice cream. Despite being so young, you’re struck by a sudden desire to retrospectively freeze this moment in time and make sure the two of you can stay like this forever, safe from the changes growing up might hold. 

“I’ll have to go back soon,” Gavi’s voice cuts through your uncharacteristically angsty thoughts, as he turns back to you worriedly after noticing the dimming skyline. 

“Ah, right,” you mumble, slumping back onto the bench - the two of you had been enjoying yourself so much you had almost forgotten how strict of a curfew the academy gave him. 

“Hey, don’t worry!” Gavi pipes up, noticing your expression, “the more time I spend training the sooner you’ll get to watch me score super cool goals!” 

You try your best to muster up a convincing smile, not wanting to send him back in a bad mood after the two of you had had such a fun afternoon together. Satisfied, he finishes what’s left of his icecream before hopping up off the bench and brushing the crumbs of his cones off his lip. You stand too, albeit slower, since you too need to get home before it gets dark.

“Oh and hey, Fermin showed me how to use the dorm phone last night, so I can finally call you! Keep an eye on your phone tonight, okay?”  

Before you can reply he pulls you into a tight hug, and all you can think about is how you hope he can't feel how hard your heart is beating in your chest. Before you can hug back he’s already pulling away, shooting you another quick smile before turning to jog in the direction of the dorms, and you wave goodbye as you watch him go. You’re not sure why you do this, since you’re pretty sure he won’t see you - but if not for him, you wave to give yourself an excuse to stand there a little longer and watch his tiny silhouette disappearing into the afternoon sun.

Despite the deafening cheers of thousands of fans, Gavi is able to spot you from where he's standing on the pitch - his worried expression is instantly replaced with a beaming smile, his arms frantically waving to get your attention. As soon as you spot him you can't help but do the same, almost falling out of your seat as you do, excitement coursing through your veins.

Sitting back, you take a minute to take everything in - the vibrant green of the field is almost blinding and the clamour of everyone around you is enough to give you a headache. But more than anything, you're hyper-focused on one thing tonight, this being the first professional match you'd been able to watch your childhood best friend play.

The match starts with the shrill shriek of the whistle, and you're on the edge of your seat, eyes following the quick movements of the ball as best as you can. To be honest, you know very little about football despite Gavi talking your ear off about it at any opportunity you gave him - but you know enough to know he's absolutely killing it. It's actually a little difficult to keep up with how fast he's moving.

It happens before you can even register it, but the surge of cheers and people jumping up around you forces you up to your feet to join in. Your eyes race, desperate to find your friend - but it seems he's already found you, both eyes locked on yours as he points up to you with the widest smile you've ever seen.

At that moment, you see an echo of the young boy you had fallen in love with over ten years ago - and you can't believe he's kept his promise, the pose and smile the same as it had been back then. You're breathless with joy, and you feel your heart swell.

"Oh, and what's this? The young midfielder seems to be pointing up to someone in the stands!" the voice of a commentator booms through the speakers as you sink back into your seat, your cheeks almost aching from how wide you're smiling.

"We can't really see who it is, but whoever it is must be someone extremely special to him, and extremely lucky!"

aint no way lil pablito gavi can handle allat,,, give me your man

Boyfriend ~ (Headcanon) || Joao Felix

● Joao would be the type to draw you in with a quiet smirk and an easy laugh,. He’s confident in a way that feels natural, not arrogant, and his humor is more teasing than showy. He’d catch your gaze in a crowded room, hold it for a beat longer than necessary, and you’d know he’s fully aware of his effect.

● Joao seems like someone who could pair sneakers with a suit and still look like he walked off a magazine cover. He appreciates the finer things but doesn’t feel the need to flaunt them.

● Beneath the charm and confidence, he has a soft side. He’s the guy who would remember the little details about you and surprise you with thoughtful gestures, like playing your favorite song in the car or showing up with your favorite dessert just because.

● On the pitch, he’s fiercely competitive, but in everyday life, he brings that energy into playful banter. Imagine him challenging you to a game of FIFA or a basketball free-throw contest, only to let you win (just barely) and act like it was a monumental effort on his part.

● Off the field, he’s chill—probably loves a good Netflix and chill, cooking at home, or hanging out with close friends. But when it comes to his career or someone he cares about, he’s laser-focused, always striving for more.

● Joao enjoys a cozy night in, cooking together. He’d tease you about your knife skills (or lack thereof) while sneaking tastes of whatever’s on the stove. At the end, you’d both laugh at how messy the kitchen looks, but the food somehow turns out amazing.

● He’d always suggest playing a little one-on-one football at a park or even on a quiet street. You’d try to keep up, and he’d "accidentally" let you nutmeg him just to see that smug grin on your face. He’d then switch gears and school you with a move so smooth you’d wonder if he even tried.

● He probably has a low-key great music taste—some Portuguese classics, R&B, and maybe a surprising love for jazz. He’d hand you the aux cord in the car but wouldn’t hesitate to veto your choices if he thinks his playlist is better. Bonus points if you end up singing along and roasting each other’s voices.

● Joao is the type to randomly decide to drive to a beach or a scenic spot for the day. He’d pack snacks and a blanket, and you’d both sit by the water talking about everything from football to random childhood memories.

● He’d take you around Lisbon or Madrid, showing you his favorite coffee spots, hidden gems, and places that remind him of home. There’d be no rush—just strolling and talking, with him slipping into Portuguese now and then when he’s excited.

● After all the fun, he’d want to end the day with something quieter—maybe lying in bed, talking about dreams, what makes you happy, and what scares you. Joao gives off the vibe of someone who’d really listen and make you feel like the center of his world in that moment.

● His love language is acts of service, and he’s the type to show up with your favorite coffee just because he noticed you were having a stressful day.

● Joao is surprisingly affectionate, often pulling you into his lap while you watch a movie or tracing lazy circles on your hand when you’re out together.

gavi x argentinian singer reader ?

also can the face claim be tini? graciasss

𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐎 ⁻ gavi - - - - - -

pairing: gavi x singer!argentinian!reader (established relationship)

face claim: tini stoessel

warnings: cheating ( gavi )

a/n: I made this sad because I wanted to 🫶🏽 hope that’s okay

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yourusername: beso en las rocas out now 💘 ! my new single is available on all streaming services!! “porque me haces sentir cómo si el corazón no cabe en mi pecho” dont forget CUPIDO is out tonight !!! 🏹💗

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pablogavi: me encanta la canción 💘

⇝ yourusername: I would hope so 🤔

duki: este canción es para cantar con todo pulmon

⇝ yourusername: ayyy

antonelarocuzzco: que lindo 😍

⇝ yourusername: muchas muchas muchas gracias ❤️

akabadgyal: que mujer 😍

⇝ yourusername: amoooo

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barcagossipofficial: gavi cheats on singer y/n y/ln !!

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user1: LIESSS AND AFTER SHE WROTE AN ENTIRE DAMN ALBUM ABOUT HIM?!?!

user2: I feel betrayed and I wasn’t even the one who got cheated on

user3: I feel so bad for herrr

user4: she did not deserve this

user5: I will never feel the same ever again

user6: when I catch that lady

user7: “poor gavi” “poor homewrecker” poor yn

user8: the hate this poor girl is gonna receive ☹️☹️

user9: the homewrecker has been summoned

user10: the audacity she had to like this post is insane

user11: cecilia ramirez I will beat your ass

user12: I’m trying not to smile bc I feel bad for her but the new music is gonna hit harddddd

user13: this is some telenovela shit but I ain’t complaining

user14: yipeeeee

user15: team yn

user16: I’m a child of divorce

user17: my favorite couple broke up ☹️☹️

user18: I hope she’s okay

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yourusername: “pa” out now.

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pedri: ¡¡ un exitooo !! muy orgulloso de ti hermanita

⇝ yourusername: graciasss, mi canario favorito

brunabiancardi: mejor canción que he escuchado !

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antonelarocuzzco: canción del año

⇝ yourusername: gracias, eso significa el mundo para mi ❤️

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part 2?

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

Doña Maria (João Félix.)

Summary: You and João Félix stagger out of a bar, both drunk and leaning on each other. João challenges you to a dance-off on the sidewalk, leading to a hilarious, clumsy performance. He then belts out "Doña Maria" off-key, using bushes as backup singers. After laughing and enjoying the chaos, João suggests karaoke might be better for his singing. As you head home, he jokes about sticking to one drink next time, knowing future outings will be just as wild.

You stumble out of the dimly lit bar, your vision swirling with the neon lights that line the street. João Félix, the famous footballer with a well-known penchant for parties, is beside you.

Neither of you should be out at this hour, but here you are, both equally inebriated and clinging to each other for support.

"Okay, I’m not saying you can’t dance, but… I’m also not saying you can,” João slurs, struggling to balance as he takes a swig from a bottle of something indistinguishable in his hand.

You laugh, your laughter a bit too loud for the quiet night.

“João, we’re literally swaying in the middle of the sidewalk. We’re not even at a party anymore!”

He turns to you with a dramatic gasp.

“You wound me! I’m a world-class dancer, you know. Just ask my moves!”

You almost fall over trying to mimic an over-the-top dance move.

"World-class, huh? I’d call it a world-class disaster."

João grabs your hand, dragging you towards a nearby street lamp.

“Let’s have a dance-off. Right here. Right now.”

You both attempt to dance under the streetlight, each move more exaggerated than the last. You try to bust out your best moves, but instead, you find yourself tangled up in a mess of limbs. João, with his signature flair, tries to spin but ends up almost knocking over a nearby trash can.

“Okay, fine,” you admit between fits of giggles.

“Maybe your moves are… unique.”

João, taking a theatrical bow, wipes his brow.

“It’s a skill, really. But enough about me. Tell me, how do you feel about public serenades?”

Before you can respond, João starts belting out a rendition of "Dona Maria," the popular Brazilian hit.

“...um não pra casa.. dona maria, deixa eu namorar a sua filha” he’s singing with so much gusto that he’s practically shouting the lyrics, his off-key notes echoing down the street. (press the link 😉)

You can’t help but laugh hysterically.

“Oh my Gosh, João, you sound like a cat trying to start a fight with a foghorn! Dona Maria would probably be running the other way right now.”

João, completely unfazed by your mocking, continues to sing with all his might. He even tries to throw in some dramatic hand gestures, which only make him sway even more precariously.

At one point, he decides the nearby bushes are the perfect backup singers. He shushes them and then gets really into it, waving his arms and directing the “choir.”

You, meanwhile, can’t stop laughing as you try to keep your balance.

Eventually, João collapses on a nearby bench, breathless and triumphant. You sit down next to him, still laughing.

“You know, João, if you ever get tired of football, you might have a future as a comedic performer.”

He grins, catching his breath.

“I’ll take that as a compliment. But next time, we’re going to a karaoke bar where people are prepared for my... unique talent.”

You both sit there for a while, trying to regain your composure.

As you stand up to head home, João throws an arm around you and, in a surprisingly sober moment, says, “Next time, let’s stick to just one drink. Or maybe none at all.”

You laugh and nod, knowing full well that the next time you find yourselves in this situation, it’ll be just as chaotic, just as fun.

And probably, just as drunken.

hiii if you don’t mind could you please do a joao felix fic where they do the loyal chris brown dance trend bc i feel like it would be really funny 😭

tiktok trouble

⋆·˚ ༘ * - joao felix

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summary: João hilariously nails the Loyal TikTok dance, turning a joke into viral gold and leaving you laughing at his over-the-top moves and newfound TikTok fame.

It had started out as a joke.

You were scrolling through TikTok on the couch while João sat beside you, engrossed in a FIFA match on his phone. The Loyal dance trend popped up on your for you page, and you couldn’t help but snort.

“What’s so funny?” João asked, glancing over.

You turned the screen to show him the video. A guy was doing the dramatic, exaggerated moves to Chris Brown’s “Loyal,” complete with the smug smirk and pointed finger.

João squinted at it, his brows knitting together. “What is that?”

“It’s a TikTok trend,” you explained, grinning. “You’re supposed to act all cocky and over-the-top while doing the dance. It’s hilarious.”

João tilted his head, watching the guy on screen. “That’s supposed to be dancing?”

“Don’t knock it until you try it,” you teased, nudging him with your elbow.

João smirked, leaning back on the couch. “I don’t need to try it. I already know I’d be better.”

“Oh, really?” you challenged, raising an eyebrow. “Prove it.”

That’s how you found yourself setting up your phone in the living room, the familiar opening beat of “Loyal” echoing off the walls.

João stood across from you, hands on his hips and a playful gleam in his eye. “So, I just... follow you?”

“Yeah,” you said, trying to keep a straight face. “But you have to sell it. Smirk, point, the whole thing.”

He rolled his eyes but nodded. The music started, and you launched into the moves—puffing out your chest, pointing at the imaginary crowd, and pretending to be the cockiest person alive.

João hesitated at first, mimicking your moves with a sheepish grin. But as the beat dropped, something shifted. He leaned into it, throwing in exaggerated spins and finger guns, his face set in a ridiculous “too cool for this” expression.

You couldn’t hold it together. “Oh my God, João!” you choked out between laughs, doubling over as he pointed at you like a music video star.

“What?” he said, feigning innocence. “I’m nailing it!”

“You’re so bad!”

“I thought the point was to be bad,” he shot back, grinning. “It’s called acting.”

By the second take, João was completely in his element. He strutted toward the camera, flipping an invisible jacket and winking at your reflection in the TV screen.

“You’re taking this too seriously!” you cried, clutching your stomach.

“Not seriously enough,” he replied, spinning dramatically.

When you finally uploaded the TikTok, you captioned it: “I created a monster 😭 #LoyalChallenge”.

Within hours, the video blew up.

The comments rolled in:

"João really said main character energy."

"Why is he actually killing it though??"

"This is the most unserious footballer on the planet."

"I need to see this on the pitch. Now."

João couldn’t stop laughing as he read through the comments, his head resting on your shoulder. “See? I told you I’d be better at it than you.”

“You’re insufferable,” you muttered, but you couldn’t stop smiling.

João pressed a kiss to your temple, his laughter softening into a fond grin. “Admit it. You had fun.”

You sighed dramatically. “Fine. But next time, we’re doing one of my trends.”

“Deal,” João said, already pulling up the TikTok app. “But only if I get to be the star again.”

You rolled your eyes, but you knew you wouldn’t trade this moment—or João’s ridiculous dancing—for anything.

UGHH the things this man makes me wanna do is soooo i just wanna bite his hands bro THOSE VEINNNSSS OMDSSSS🥴🥴

I want him to look at me like that bro like stawppp😝😝🤪

OH MY GOD

hi you’re a freak

i would never argue, never talk back, never raise my voice