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the awkward night

credits to the owner!

summary: it's just an awkward first night with gavi

warnings: none

pairing: pablo gavi x fem!reader

request: heeyyy can you do one where the reader is so shy person and one day she needs to sleep next to gavi but he sleeps always with only a boxer so she has nothing to accept the situation! thanksssss if you writed it 💖

a/n: oh my days, i hate that one 😭

taglist: @paucubarsisimp, @barcapix, @joaosnovia

requests are open!

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Relatively, you were an extremely shy person and had no experience in relationships. Your relationship with Gavi was your first and it was still quite new, you had only been together for three months and you had never once stayed at his place or he at yours for the night.

Today, however, he asked you to stay with him for the night, and you hesitantly agreed, not wanting to disappoint him with your strange behavior.

There was no hiding the fact that you were stressed. You were nervous and overthinking how the night would go. Sure, you had laid together before, but you had never slept next to each other, Gavi had accidentally fallen asleep on your lap after a tiring workout, but nothing more.

You were currently in the bathroom, taking deep breaths, trying to calm down. You finally grabbed the doorknob and saw Pablo already lying in bed, waiting for you.

He gave you a smile and opened the duvet for you to join him, which you did very hesitantly. You noticed that the boy was sleeping in only boxers, which made you tense and blush.

You felt awkward, you didn't know how to behave in a new situation for you, and there was no way to avoid it.

Gavi didn't notice your discomfort and just pulled you closer to him, sighing loudly in pleasure. You lay still, as if paralyzed, you couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort, even though he was your boyfriend and you shouldn't feel like that.

At some point, Gavi sensed some anxiety coming from you. He raised his head, looking at you questioningly.

"Is everything okay, honey?" he asked and you sighed. He was so cute and you were complicated.

“Yes, don't worry” you said, smiling slightly, but he didn't believe you.

“Tell me the truth” he said, looking at you with puppy dog eyes.

“No, that's stupid” you said flustered and he clucked, shaking his head.

"It can't be stupid if you're uncomfortable" he announced. "I-Is it me?" he asked uncertainly.

“No, it's just-” you started. "You sleep in boxers and I've never slept with a guy and it's kind of... awkward" you finally confessed, feeling your cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

“Oh” he opened his mouth, but smiled at you. "If you feel better then, I can put on shorts" he said.

You nodded slightly, and the boy stood up from the bed and complied with your request. He put on his shorts before climbing back into the bed with a smile, pulling you close to him again and you giggled.

“Tell me next time, I want you to feel safe with me” he whispered, looking into your eyes and you nodded.

"I just have to get used to it. It'll be better next time" you announced, and he smiled and placed a sweet kiss on your lips.

After that you went to sleep, Gavi fell asleep before you and you could finally feel at peace.

And like you said, the next time was better. You started to be more open to the new situation, and Pablo started to pay more attention to you, especially taking care of your comfort. The awkwardness was forgotten, it was just you and him in your bubble where you found complete understanding.

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i thought i'd spam you with reqs so you have like a lot of ideas to write idk

please delete them if they're bad or shitty or you just don't want to write them <33

no pressure at all pooks take all the time you need to write the ones you want <3

i'll try to make them like more on the fluffy side rather than romantic since i know youre fasting and it's ramadan for you !!

BYE I LOVE YOU IM HAPPY TO WRITE ALL OF THEM IVE BEEN SO OUTA IDEAS ATP AND I NEEDED THEM DONT DIE I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE UOU

❦ - amore a milan.

summary:: you and your STUPID boyfriend go on a spontaneous trip to crash a wedding in milan and ending up dancing under the stars.

warnings:: alcohol consumption (it shows 😒), mild trespassing and really shit decision making.

writers note:: my creativity really sparked here and shoutout to baby for being great motivation (don’t end up like chiara kids!) anyways yeah so please enjoy bc i loved writing this! ALSO SHOUTOUT TO THAT ONE DONA MARIA JOAO FIC FROM 2023 THAT WAS PEAK WRITING AND INSPO.

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp ; lmk if u wanna be added

you never thought you’d be sneaking around milan at midnight with joão, but here you were, barefoot, holding your shoes in one hand, the other tugging him along as you ran down an empty street, laughter echoing off the buildings.

'we're definitely getting arrested,' you whispered between giggles.

'worth it,' joão grinned, eyes bright in the streetlights. 'best idea you've ever had.'

in your defense, you hadn’t planned on crashing a wedding. it had started with dinner, turned into drinks, and somehow joão noticed the celebration across the street, music spilling out, people dancing on the sidewalk. the next thing you knew, you were slipping into the reception, dancing like you belonged there.

'you've got moves,' you teased, recalling how he’d spun you under the fairy lights, both of you blending seamlessly with the guests.

'you weren't too bad yourself,' he shot back, brushing his hair from his face as you finally slowed down, breathless. 'especially for someone who said they can’t dance.'

'technically, i said i can’t dance well,’ you corrected. 'there’s a difference.'

he stopped, tugging you into an empty plaza. 'prove it.'

'joão, there's no music.'

'doesn’t matter.'

he placed your hands on his shoulders, his finding your waist. you rolled your eyes but let him sway you gently, the world falling quiet around you. just the two of you, under a sky littered with stars.

'you’re ridiculous,' you mumbled, but your smile betrayed you.

'you love it,' he murmured back.

you did. god, you really did.

he leaned in, forehead resting against yours. 'best night ever,' he said softly.

'we literally committed minor trespassing,' you laughed.

'adds to the charm.'

you pulled away just enough to meet his gaze. 'next time, maybe something less illegal?'

'we’ll see,' he grinned. 'no promises.'

and honestly? you didn’t mind the chaos, not when it meant moments like this.

STOP YOUR ACC AESTHETIC IS SO CUTE I LOVE ITTTTTTT AND I READ SOME OF YOUR FICS (from eve's reblogs <3) AND THEY ATEEEEE

THANK YOUUU, YOURE SO SWEET HELLO?? I LOVE YOUR FICS TOO YOU GUYS ARE ACTUALLY AMAZING??

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Now to this anon, with that much detail in the fic request you could've written that yourself. Just be talented and shy.

(I'm not the anon)

unfortunately i get requests like this all the time lmaooo! i don’t mind them sometimes they’re funny but i like long detailed ones. you’d be surprised bc i actually have a LONG request w an insane amount of detail in my inbox that im putting off because it actually scared me.. anyways yeah i honestly get them a lot and im glad people are noticing the long requests but in all honesty i really don’t mind 😭.

Hi love I’m the one who requested the angsty Hector fic I just wanna say 🎤

YOU DID SO GOOD OMG THE ANGST??? YOU SHOULD WRITE MORE ANGST YOU WRITE IT SO PERFECTLY IT HIT IN ALL THE RIGHT PLACES LIKE I LITERALLY CRIED WTH THE WHOLE FIC WAS SO GOOD LIKE I JUST KNEW IT WAS GONNA BE GOOD SO I KEPT DELAYING IT ITS LIKE 2AM I JUST FINISHED READING IT AND IVE HAD SUCH A TERRIBLE DAY THIS MADE IT A HUNDRED TIMES BETTER THANK YOU SOOOOOO MUCH FOR TAKING TIME FROM YOUR DAY TO BLESS US WITH THESE FICS 🗣💕💕

PLS WRITE MORE ANGST 😭🙏🙏🙏🙏

PLEASE I LOVE YOU AND IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO POST I FEEL SO BAD! and idk if it’s actually as good as people are saying it is bc i actually haven’t proof read or actually read it yet so i guess ill do that now😭 but thank you so much for requesting it bc istg it really broadened my mind on writing and w all the angst parts i was listening to frank ocean nd u also requested this when i was watching baby religiously so ofc i had to reference that a bit!

hi hello! do you write for kieran tierney? if you don’t feel free to ignore this. but if you do can i please request a one shot where they’re talking about the fact that kieran’s moving to celtic at the end of the season and if they’re at a place in their relationship where the reader would move with him and it’s all angsty? hurt/comfort maybe? have a great day!

❦ - moving on.

summary:: moving on is hard, especially when you’re expected to pick everything up and move. not everything goes to plan and life is the best example of that.

warnings:: i don’t think so…

writers notes:: never did i expect to be writing for him but ykw heck yeah 😍. anyways i love writing angst it’s my element i fear, others may disagree but i love it sm

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp

the apartment felt quieter than usual. the soft hum of the city outside and the distant buzz of your phone were the only sounds that kept you grounded as you stared out of the window. it had been a long day, and all you wanted was some peace. but that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

kieran’s voice broke through the silence, though it was quieter than usual, almost uncertain. ‘i think i’m really going to go for it. celtic. end of the season.’

the words hung in the air, thick with unspoken tension.

you didn’t turn to face him immediately, afraid that if you did, you’d betray the way your stomach had twisted in response. you felt the air grow heavy with the weight of his decision. he hadn’t exactly asked you what you thought, but you didn’t need him to. you both knew what this meant.

celtic was his home. he’d always spoken of them fondly, of the pride in representing the club that had raised him, that had seen him grow into the man he was today. and now, after everything, after all the time apart, after the struggles, the ups and downs, it was finally happening.

the move.

your heart ached at the thought.

you swallowed hard, trying to steady your voice. ‘it’s... it’s a good opportunity, kieran. for you.’

it sounded almost dismissive, even to your own ears, but you couldn’t make yourself say anything else. because the truth was, a part of you was afraid. afraid that this was the moment that everything would change. that maybe you weren’t ready to let go of what you had here. or that, perhaps, you weren’t ready to follow him into this new chapter of his life.

kieran didn’t respond right away, and you finally turned to face him. he was sitting at the kitchen counter, his eyes fixed on his phone. his shoulders were tense, but his face, his face was the same as always. the face that had smiled at you in countless photos, that had comforted you when things felt rough, that had been the one constant in your life for so long.

but now, it was a mask. a mask you weren’t sure you could break through.

‘you don’t seem happy,’ he said softly, his eyes lifting to meet yours.

you took a shaky breath, the lump in your throat growing with every second. ‘of course i’m happy for you. it’s celtic. it’s everything you’ve worked for. but... but what about us?’

the words spilled out of you before you could stop them. you didn’t want to be selfish, but you couldn’t help it. his dream was becoming a reality, and you... you didn’t know where you fit into that anymore.

‘what about us, kieran?’ you repeated, your voice trembling. ‘are we at a place where... where i should follow you? can we keep doing this long-distance thing? or is this the end?’

the question hung between you, thick with all the unsaid words that had built up over the past few months. you’d both been busy, so busy, between his commitments, your own, that the time together had become sparse. and with this looming decision, with the inevitability of his move to celtic, you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

kieran was silent, his gaze falling away from yours. ‘i didn’t want to put that pressure on you,’ he said quietly. ‘i don’t want to make you feel like you have to come with me.’

‘but i’m not sure i’m ready to leave everything behind,’ you confessed, your voice cracking. ‘i’ve built my life here, kieran. my job. my friends. i can’t just pick everything up and go.’

his eyes softened, and he stood up from the counter, walking over to you slowly, carefully. when he reached you, he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the few stray tears that had fallen.

‘i didn’t mean to make you feel that way,’ he murmured. ‘i’m not asking you to leave everything behind for me. but you’re part of my future. that’s not something i can just... walk away from.’

you blinked up at him, trying to process the gravity of his words. you wanted to believe him. you wanted to believe that you could make it work, that love could conquer distance, could conquer time.

but it wasn’t that easy. not when you were being pulled in different directions, your own future uncertain.

‘and what if this doesn’t work out, kieran?’ you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. ‘what if you go to celtic, and things change? what if we change?’

he closed his eyes for a moment, as if the weight of your question was too much to bear. then, with a slow breath, he replied, ‘i don’t have the answers. i don’t know what the future holds. all i know is that i want you in it. i want us in it. but i can’t ask you to follow me if you’re not ready.’

the silence that followed was deafening. you wanted to reach out to him, to hold him, to reassure him that you didn’t want to lose him. but you also needed to be sure of yourself. you needed to know that you were making the right choice, for both of you.

‘kieran...’ you started, but the words caught in your throat.

he kissed your forehead gently, and you melted into him, allowing yourself the brief comfort of his touch. ‘whatever you decide, i’m not going anywhere,’ he whispered. ‘but i’m here for the long haul, and i need you to know that.’

you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to feel the warmth of his words, even if they didn’t fully ease the uncertainty in your heart. for a moment, you allowed yourself to lean into him, to breathe in the scent of him, to just be with him. you weren’t ready to make a decision, but you didn’t want to let go of what you had, either.

the future was uncertain, but in this moment, you had each other. and maybe that was enough to keep you going.

for now.

hiiii can i please request a joao felix fic where they do the ‘a boy who’s jacked and kind’ tiktok trend!! i think it’ll be really cute! love ur fics xx

Jacked and Kind~João Fèlix

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

João was lounging on the couch, scrolling through his TikTok fyp when he suddenly burst out laughing. “amor, you need to see this”

She glanced over, eyebrow raised, as he showed jer a video of a couple participating in the trending challenge to Sabrina Carpenter’s song.

The boyfriend lifts his girlfriend onto his shoulder with ease, flexing his muscles and looking ridiculously proud.

“Oh, no,” she groaned, already sensing what was coming. “You’re not going to make me do that, are you?”

João’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “Oh, I’m absolutely going to make you do it. You’ve seen these arms, right?” He flexed dramatically, giving his bicep a quick squeeze.

She laughed, rolling her eyes. “Please, João. I’m not exactly lightweight, you know.”

“amor, I’m practically a superhero. I lift cars for fun.” He gave her a teasing look, clearly trying to be serious, but the way he said it made her giggle.

“Okay, Mr. Superhero,” she teased. “But if you drop me, I’m posting it to the internet, and you’ll never live it down.”

“I won’t drop you,” he said confidently, then added with a playful smirk, “But you’ll definitely post it, right? Gotta show off my muscles to the world.”

She raised an eyebrow, her arms crossed. “You’re such a child.”

“oh shut up” João replied , leaning in to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “Now, come on, let’s make this video. We’re gonna go viral.”

She sighed dramatically but gave in, standing up from the couch. “Fine, but if I break my back, I’m blaming you.”

“You’ll be fine, princesa. Just trust me,” João said with a wink. “You ready?”

She grabbed her phone, adding the song and preparing to film as he positioned himself. He flexed his arms one last time and gave her a wink. “Okay, on three. Hold on tight, and don’t look scared.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m not scared, just... cautious.”

“three...two...one” João counted with the TikTok counter

In one fluid motion, João crouched down, then lifted her effortlessly onto his broad shoulders.

She yelped in surprise at how quickly it happened, but João’s hand was already on her thigh, holding her steady, while the other arm flexed proudly in front of the camera.

“Whoa, you actually did it,” she said, half in shock, half in awe. She couldn’t stop smiling, though she was still a little unsure of the whole thing.

João looked up at her with that proud grin. “Told you, princesa. I’m jacked and kind. A perfect match for this trend.”

She couldn’t help but laugh, trying to keep her balance. “You look like you’re about to audition for a bodybuilding competition.”

He flashed her a teasing wink, flexing again for the camera. “All for you, meu amor. Look at these muscles. You’re lucky to have me.”

“Lucky? I’m more like terrified,” she joked, her grip tightening on his shoulders as he started moving around a bit.

“Oh, come on, you love it. Admit it,” he teased, giving her a wink. “The view from up here is pretty great, right?”

She smirked. “Well, I guess it is. But don’t get too cocky, okay?”

“Too late,” João said, his grin growing wider as he flexed once more. “This is how you do it, amor.”

“Okay, okay,” she laughed, rolling your eyes. “I’m impressed. Just put me down already the phone stopped filming ages ago.”

“you’re making me look good right now though.”

She laughed at his words before he gently lowered her back down, his hands sliding to her waist to steady her.

She stood there, grinning up at him. “Okay, I’ll admit it. You’re strong.”

He gave her a proud look, holding up his phone to check the video. “Told you! This is gonna get so many views.”

“You’re so full of yourself,” she teased, poking him in the chest.

“I’m full of you, meu amor,” João said with a wink, pulling her in for a kiss. “Now let’s post this before I start flexing again. Don’t want to break the internet with all this muscle.”

Dhe laughed against his lips. “Alright, alright. your fan girls are gonna love this video”

He pulled back, laughing at her words. “oh the edits will be amazing”

She smiled up at him, nodding head.

“Of course they'll be. your fans never miss”

João laughed, pulling her closer for another kiss. “I don't care about them. I just want everyone to know that I'm real boyfriend material”

She laughed at his words, leaning her head against his chest as they settled on the couch, their video long forgotten as they spent the rest of the evening in each other's arms.

my taglist: @barcapix @paucubarsisimp @spidybaby @mxryxmfooty (lmk if you want to be added!!)

❦ - kiss of life

summary:: 5am, extremely rainy morning in madrid except your boyfriend, jude thought bringing an umbrella was unnecessary.

warnings:: none!

writers note:: so this is the second fic of the song x player blurbs and i lowkey love writing these do you see me cooking bro… these are sm easier esp w my mocks starting soon so i’ll try and get a few produced !!

tags: @barcapix

The rain started halfway through the walk home. You weren’t expecting it, of course, but Jude had insisted you’d ‘be fine without an umbrella.’ Now, the two of you were drenched, trainers squeaking against the pavement as you half-jogged through the empty streets.

‘You’re such an idiot,’ you muttered, wiping water off your face.

Jude just laughed, his hair plastered to his forehead. ‘C’mon, it’s not that bad.’

‘It’s freezing!’ you shot back, pulling his hoodie tighter around you. It was far too big for you, the sleeves hanging past your hands, but at least it was warm, though it now smelled like wet fabric and regret.

Jude stopped suddenly under the awning of a closed café, catching your wrist to pull you out of the rain. ‘Alright, drama queen,’ he said, grinning. ‘Let’s take a break before you blame me for catching pneumonia.’

‘You’d deserve it,’ you huffed, crossing your arms.

His grin widened. ‘You’d still take care of me, though.’

You gave him a pointed look, but he was right. You always did.

Leaning back against the brick wall, he tilted his head, watching you quietly for a moment. ‘You know, you look kinda cute like this.’

‘Like what? A drowned rat?’

Jude chuckled, shaking his head. ‘No. Just… you. You’re always cute.’

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth creeping up your neck betrayed you. ‘Don’t think flattery’s gonna stop me from yelling at you when we get home.’

‘Noted,’ he said, stepping closer. His hands slid into the pockets of the hoodie you were wearing, tugging you toward him. ‘But for now, let me enjoy this.’

You raised an eyebrow. ‘Enjoy what?’

‘This,’ he said simply, dropping his forehead against yours. His voice was softer now, almost drowned out by the rain. ‘You. Us. Moments like this.’

For a second, the cold didn’t matter. The rain didn’t matter. It was just Jude, his eyes on you, his touch steady, his presence enough to make the world blur around you.

‘You’re lucky you’re cute,’ you murmured, your lips brushing his as you spoke.

He smiled against your mouth. ‘I know.’

And as the rain fell, you let yourself get lost in him, knowing he was your safe place as much as you were his.

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.