❦ - First Date Dilemmas.

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

LOVED ur recent fic! Please i need a part two of the them somehow building the courage to FaceTime 🫡 ik u can pull this one off!

❦ - one wrong digit. part 2.

summary:: after weeks of texting && calling, you finally facetime the mystery boy.

warnings:: none

writers note:: LORD IM TRYING SO HARD NOT TO CRASHOUT BC I DID IT SO NICELY BUT IT DIDNT SAVE. so uhm this is the start of my villain arc.. also i was lowkey writing this and started wondering how many sim cards joao has bc he’s been all over the world?? anywho enjoy this!

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp

part 1

it starts with texts. then, late night calls. and now, every time your phone rings and his name flashes across the screen, there’s a small part of you that wonders when, if, this thing between you will turn into something more.

you don’t say it out loud, of course. but it lingers, a quiet thought at the back of your mind.

and apparently, it lingers in his too.

joão: you ever think it’s kinda weird we don’t even know what each other looks like?

weird how?

joão: i mean. we talk almost every day. i feel like i know you. but if i passed you on the street, i wouldn’t even realize it.

you hesitate, fingers hovering over the keyboard. because he’s right. it is weird. but at the same time, there’s something safe about this, about not knowing.

maybe that’s what makes this different.

there’s a long pause before he replies.

joão: do you want it to stay different?

your heart skips.

do you?

this time, the pause stretches longer.

then, your phone starts ringing. but not the way it usually does. not a normal call.

facetime.

your stomach flips.

for a second, you just stare at the screen, watching his name and the little video icon blink as if waiting for you to decide.

and then, before you can talk yourself out of it, you swipe to answer.

at first, neither of you say anything. the screen takes a second to adjust, and then there he is.

joão félix.

he’s lying in bed, the warm glow of a lamp behind him. his hair is a little messy, and he’s wearing a plain hoodie, but he still looks… well. exactly how you imagined. maybe even better.

his lips part slightly, like he’s trying to find the right words.

‘hi,’ he finally says, voice softer than usual.

you swallow, forcing yourself to focus. ‘hi.’

he shifts, propping himself up on one elbow. ‘so. this is us. finally seeing each other.’

you let out a small laugh, even though your heart is racing. ‘yeah. guess it is.’

he watches you for a second, then smiles. it’s not the kind of smile you’ve seen in pictures, the confident, media-trained one. no, this one is different. smaller. realer.

‘you look exactly how i thought you would,’ he says quietly.

your breath catches. ‘is that a good thing?’

he nods, eyes flickering over your face like he’s trying to memorize it. ‘yeah. really good.’

your cheeks heat up, and you look away, biting back a smile.

‘what?’ he teases.

‘nothing,’ you mumble.

he chuckles. ‘you’re bad at lying.’

‘shut up.’

he laughs again, then shifts slightly, resting his chin on his hand. ‘so, do we do this now? do we start facetiming all the time?’

you pretend to think. ‘hmm. i don’t know. kinda liked the mystery.’

he raises an eyebrow. ‘so you don’t want to see my face?’

you roll your eyes. ‘i didn’t say that.’

he smirks. ‘so you do.’

you sigh dramatically. ‘maybe.’

he grins, and you realize something, this, whatever this is between you, is real. and suddenly, you’re not so scared of where it might go.

you should’ve expected this.

ever since that first facetime call, joão hasn’t stopped calling you. it starts at night, the way your usual phone calls used to be, but now, instead of just hearing his voice, you see him, hair messy from bed, hoodies that are way too big, the soft glow of a lamp making his face look warmer than it already is.

but then, it stops being just at night.

one afternoon, while you’re out running errands, your phone buzzes. you glance down, expecting a text, but instead, it’s another facetime request.

you blink. he’s never called you this early before.

you answer, and immediately, his face appears, squinting slightly against the sunlight.

‘what are you doing?’ you ask, adjusting the phone so he doesn’t get a view of the grocery store aisle behind you.

‘nothing,’ he says, leaning back against what looks like a stadium seat. ‘just finished training.’

you glance at the time. ‘it’s barely been an hour since we last talked.’

he shrugs, a small smirk tugging at his lips. ‘so?’

your stomach does that annoying little flip thing again. you huff, trying to ignore it. ‘so, you’re clingy.’

joão gasps dramatically. ‘clingy?’

‘yes.’

‘you like it,’ he accuses.

you roll your eyes. ‘do not.’

he grins, tilting his head. ‘so if i hung up right now, you wouldn’t care?’

your face heats up. ‘i didn’t say that.’

‘hmm,’ he hums, pretending to think. ‘i’ll let you have this one.’

you shake your head, pretending to be exasperated, but the truth is… you don’t mind. not even a little.

and that’s the problem.

because the more you talk, the more you facetime, the more you catch yourself smiling at your phone like an idiot, the harder it is to ignore the fact that this? whatever this is? it’s starting to feel like more than just a random wrong number that turned into a late night habit.

and you don’t know what to do about it.

Jude Bellingham Reads Thirst Tweets About Himself

Jude Bellingham x Reader

The camera is set up, and Jude Bellingham sits comfortably on the couch, holding your phone. He looks at you, already suspicious.

“You really got me reading thirst tweets?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

You nod excitedly. “Yup! And no backing out.”

Jude sighs but smirks. “Alright, let’s get this over with.” He scrolls and immediately widens his eyes. “Nah, this one’s crazy.”

He clears his throat dramatically before reading, “‘Jude Bellingham could ruin my life, and I’d thank him.’”

His jaw drops. “RUIN your life?! What does that even mean?!” He looks at you for an explanation.

You just shrug. “They’re dedicated.”

Jude shakes his head and keeps scrolling. “Okay, next one.” He reads, “‘Jude Bellingham’s hands look big enough to carry me, and honestly, I’d let him.’”

He pauses, flexing his hands. “I mean… I do have big hands, but what do you mean, ‘carry you’? Where are we going?” He laughs, but his ears are turning red.

You burst out laughing. “Jude, you’re blushing.”

“I am NOT.” He clears his throat again and continues. “‘Jude Bellingham could look at me once, and I’d pass out on the spot.’” He leans closer to the camera. “Alright, let’s test that theory. If you’re watching this, don’t pass out.”

You roll your eyes. “Jude, stop flirting with the internet.”

He smirks. “Not my fault they started it.”

Scrolling again, he suddenly chokes on his own breath. “Oh, NO. I’m not reading that.”

You snatch the phone. “Oh, come on. What does it say?”

Jude groans, covering his face. “It says, ‘Jude Bellingham could call me a bad girl, and I’d forget my own name.’”

Your mouth drops open. “Oh my God.”

Jude stares at the camera in disbelief. “You lot need Jesus.”

You’re crying laughing. “Read one more!”

Jude sighs but scrolls. His eyes widen. “Oh, hell no.” He reads it anyway. “‘Jude Bellingham, if you see this, I will bark for you.’”

He drops the phone. “Nah. I’m done. You’re all unhinged.”

You’re wheezing at this point. “Regret doing this?”

Jude shakes his head, laughing. “One hundred percent.”

[TikTok ends – comments are wild]

Top Comment: “THE WAY HE SAID ‘YOU LOT NEED JESUS’ I’M SCREAMING 😭”

Second Comment: “‘Let’s test that theory’ JUDE PLEASE 😳”

Third Comment: “We broke him and I have no regrets.”

I know this is such a random request but this recently happened to my cousin and I just randomly thought of how joão would react to his partner accidentally losing her engagement ring around the house.

❦ - lost && found.

summary:: you were running errands in the house until you lost your ring.

warnings:: none?

writers note:: i looooove this! and stay tuned for the rest of my requestsss

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

you swore you had it on. you knew you had it on.

one moment, you were going about your day, doing little things around the house, folding laundry, making coffee, scrolling through your phone, and the next, your left hand felt oddly... light.

your stomach dropped.

'joão,' you called hesitantly, already frantically patting down the couch cushions.

he strolled in, freshly showered and still toweling his hair, oblivious to your rising panic. 'hm?'

'i, uh, i think i lost my ring.'

his face froze mid-sentence, towel dropping onto his shoulders. 'what?'

'my ring,' you repeated, heart pounding. 'i was just, doing stuff around the house, and now it's gone.'

joão blinked at you, processing, then immediately stepped into action. 'okay. it's fine. we’ll find it.' his voice was calm, but you could see the tiny crease forming between his brows.

'i swear i didn’t take it off,' you said, running a hand through your hair. 'i would've noticed.'

joão hummed in understanding, already lifting pillows off the couch. 'well, it didn't just vanish. let's retrace your steps.'

and so began the great ring hunt of the félix household.

joão took it very seriously. he checked under furniture, inside the sink drain (even though you swore you hadn't been near it), inside your shoes, every possible and impossible place. you had never seen him so focused, muttering little theories under his breath.

'maybe it got caught in a blanket?'

'did you check the pockets of your jeans?'

'what if it fell in the coffee machine?'

'why would it be in the coffee machine?'

'i don’t know! rings are small, amor!'

you tried to stay calm, but anxiety was creeping in. it wasn’t just any ring, it was the ring. the one joão had spent weeks picking out, the one he slipped onto your finger with that soft, lovestruck look in his eyes.

'maybe i'm not responsible enough to be engaged,' you mumbled dramatically, sinking onto the floor.

joão, who had just finished checking under the rug, turned to you with an exasperated chuckle. 'don’t be ridiculous.' he crouched in front of you, hands cupping your face. 'you lost it in the house. we’ll find it. and even if we don’t, which we will do you really think a missing ring is gonna change anything?'

you sighed. 'no, but..’

before you could finish, joão's eyes flickered to something behind you.

he reached over, plucked something off the floor, and held it up between his fingers.

your ring.

you gasped. 'where was it?!’

joão smirked. 'under the coffee table. you must have knocked it off somehow.'

relief flooded you as he slid it back onto your finger.

'you’re stuck with me again,' you teased, flexing your hand.

he grinned, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. 'i was never worried about that.'

Yes pt2 of the Jude fic plis

❦ - not enough for you. part 2.

summary:: ‘and with hardship comes ease.’ here is finally your ease.

warnings:: THIS WAS LEFT IN MY DRAFTS FOR ALMOST A MONTH.

writers note:: i am SO sorry it took this long? but here’s part one as well.

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp @universefcb

it had been weeks.

weeks since you walked out of his apartment, since you left behind the life you had built together. weeks of silence, of pretending you were okay, of waking up in an empty bed and forcing yourself not to check your phone.

you tried to move on. threw yourself into work, took on extra projects, stayed late at the office just to avoid coming home to the quiet. you told yourself you were fine. that you had made the right choice. that love should never come at the expense of yourself.

but god, you missed him.

you missed the way he’d pull you into his arms at the end of a long day, the way he’d press lazy kisses to your temple while you worked, the way he’d always keep a hand on you, your knee, your back, your fingers tangled with his, like he needed to know you were there.

some nights, you swore you could still hear his laugh echoing in the corners of your apartment. some mornings, you still reached for him in bed before remembering he wasn’t there.

and it hurt. because for all the love you had for him, it hadn’t been enough. and that truth sat heavy on your chest, refusing to fade.

then, one night, your phone rang.

his name flashed across the screen. your breath caught.

for a moment, you considered ignoring it. letting it go to voicemail. but something in you, something stubborn, something still so deeply tied to him, made you press accept.

‘hey,’ his voice was rough, like he hadn’t been sleeping.

you swallowed, gripping your phone tighter. ‘hey.’

silence.

‘i don’t know how to do this,’ he admitted, voice quiet. ‘how to be without you.’

your eyes burned. ‘you’re not without me, jude. i’m still here. i just… i just couldn’t keep choosing you over myself.’

a harsh exhale. ‘i know. and i hate that i made you feel like you had to.’

his voice cracked on the last word, and something inside you splintered.

‘it wasn’t fair,’ you whispered. ‘you wanted me to be someone i’m not. and that’s not love, jude. love isn’t asking someone to sacrifice who they are to fit into your world.’

he was quiet for so long you thought maybe he wouldn’t respond. but then,

‘i know,’ he said, voice hoarse. ‘i’ve been thinking about it. about us. about what i did wrong. and you were right. i wanted you to fit into my life, but i never stopped to think about how i could fit into yours.’

your throat tightened. ‘jude…’

‘i was selfish,’ he continued, not letting you interrupt. ‘i thought love meant you’d follow me anywhere, that you’d drop everything because you loved me. but i never stopped to think about how much you already had to lose. and that’s not fair. it’s not fair to you.’

a tear slipped down your cheek.

‘i miss you,’ he admitted, voice breaking. ‘but more than that, i miss being the person who made you happy. and i don’t know if we can fix this. but i want to try. if you’ll let me.’

your breath hitched.

for weeks, you had convinced yourself that he would never understand. that he would always expect you to fit into his world, to mold yourself into something easier, something more convenient. but this—this was him trying.

this was him choosing to meet you in the middle.

‘if we try again,’ you said carefully, ‘things have to be different. i need to know that you see me, jude. that you respect what i want for myself just as much as i respect what you want for yourself.’

‘i do,’ he said without hesitation. ‘i swear i do. i just… i don’t want to do this without you.’

you exhaled shakily, pressing your fingers to your temple.

‘can i see you?’ he asked after a beat. ‘not to fix everything right now, not to force anything. just… to see you.’

your heart ached. you knew this was a risk. that loving him, choosing him again, meant trusting that he would follow through on his promises. but a part of you, the part that never stopped loving him, wanted to believe that he could.

so you swallowed past the lump in your throat and whispered, ‘yeah. okay.’

and for the first time in weeks, hope felt like something real. something worth holding onto.

Toni is actually so pretty like wth so how about reader doing makeup on him?

❦ - painted pretty.

summary:: despite all his protests, you do your boyfriends makeup.

warnings:: i wrote this at school.

writers notes:: i’m so sorry this took ages to put out my babies 💔. ALSO I PROMISE I HAVE LIKE 5 FINISHED FICS IN NY DRAFTS THAT NEED FORMATTING IM SORRY.

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp @universefcb @nngkay

‘why am i doing this again?’

toni was sitting stiffly in front of you, his arms crossed over his chest, watching with narrowed eyes as you laid out your makeup products on the desk. he was clearly trying to act like he wasn’t into this, but the way he kept sneaking glances at the different brushes told you otherwise.

‘because i asked nicely,’ you said sweetly, picking up a beauty blender. ‘and because you love me.’

he rolled his eyes. ‘i don’t remember agreeing to this.’

‘well, you didn’t say no either, soooo…’ you trailed off, smiling.

he sighed, rubbing his temple like you were giving him a headache. ‘you better not make me look stupid.’

you gasped, clutching your chest in fake offense. ‘excuse me? when have i ever made you look stupid?’

toni gave you a look. ‘do you want me to list examples?’

‘shut up and let me do your makeup.’

he huffed but sat up straighter, finally relenting. you straddled his lap, cupping his face between your hands.

‘okay, first of all, you have great skin,’ you said, smoothing some primer over his cheeks. ‘this is almost unfair.’

he smirked. ‘good genetics.’

‘whatever.’ you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling.

as you started blending foundation onto his face, he sat incredibly still, his jaw tense like he was concentrating hard.

‘toni, you can relax,’ you giggled.

‘this requires focus,’ he said seriously.

you snorted. ‘it’s literally just makeup. you act like i’m giving you stitches.’

‘you’re holding something very close to my eye. i need to be prepared.’

he was being so dramatic, but you loved it.

you worked quickly, adding concealer under his eyes, setting everything with a light dusting of powder. his sharp cheekbones made contouring a dream, and when you brushed highlighter onto the high points of his face, he blinked in surprise.

‘it’s shiny,’ he murmured, turning his face slightly.

‘yes, baby, that’s the point.’

his brows furrowed, but he didn’t argue.

when you got to the eyeshadow, you hummed, tilting your head. ‘i think a soft brown would look good on you.’

toni raised an eyebrow. ‘you sound like you’ve been waiting to do this for a long time.’

you grinned sheepishly. ‘maybe.’

he sighed, but there was no real annoyance behind it. ‘just don’t make me look like a clown.’

‘trust me, i’m making you look pretty.’

he muttered something under his breath, but let you continue.

by the time you finished blending the eyeshadow and adding a tiny wing to the corner of his eye, you were practically bouncing with excitement.

‘okay, you literally have the perfect face for this. you look so good.’

toni turned to the mirror, studying his reflection. his brows lifted slightly, his lips parting in surprise.

‘huh.’

‘see? i told you!’

he tilted his head, his fingers ghosting over his cheekbone. ‘i look… kinda cool.’

‘kind of?’ you scoffed. ‘you look incredible.’

he turned back to you, the corner of his mouth twitching. ‘alright, fine. you did a good job.’

‘thank you,’ you said smugly. ‘now, let me take a picture—’

toni’s expression immediately dropped. ‘no evidence.’

‘but—’

‘no.’

you pouted. ‘but you look so pretty!’

he sighed, shaking his head. ‘fine. one picture. just for you.’

you grinned, quickly snapping a photo before he could change his mind.

but later that night, when he thought you weren’t looking, you caught him staring at his reflection again, tilting his head side to side, admiring the soft glow on his skin.

‘do you want me to do it again sometime?’ you asked, biting back a smile.

toni cleared his throat, looking away. ‘i don’t care.’

but the way his ears turned pink told you everything you needed to know.

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

pls I’m begging for a Joao felix one with the prompts 5 and 6 from comfort and 9 from fluff and he’s like in the hospital for something and since he had lots of medication, he was very emotional 💗 sry for the specific request

Between Heartbeats~João Félix

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

5-“It’s okay to cry, I’ll be right here.”

6-“I wish I could take away all your pain.”

9-“Promise me you’ll be here when I wake up?”

The hospital room was quiet except for the rhythmic beeping of the machines and João’s uneven breathing.

His head rested against the pillows, his hazel eyes glassy and distant as the medication worked through his system.

The doctor had warned her he might be groggy, disoriented, and unusually emotional—and now, he was all three.

“You’re too good for me,” João mumbled, his voice thick and slurred. His hand fumbled across the blanket until it found hers, gripping it tightly.

“You do everything for me, and I just—” His lips trembled as his voice cracked. “I just sit here, making your life harder.”

Her heart twisted at his words. “João, that’s not true,” she said softly, leaning forward to stroke his damp hair. “My love, you’ve never made my life harder. Ever.”

“It is,” he insisted, his hazel eyes filling with tears.

“Why do you even love me? I don’t deserve you. You… you’re perfect. You’re my sunshine. Even when everything’s dark, you’re always shining.”

His lips quivered, and a tear slipped down his cheek. He sniffled, lifting his hand weakly to his face, confusion flickering across his features. “Why am I crying?” he asked, his voice breaking as more tears fell.

She leaned closer, cupping his cheek and brushing away the tears with her thumb. “It’s okay to cry, baby,” she whispered gently, her voice soft and reassuring. “I’ll be right here.”

João let out a shaky breath, his hand clumsily reaching to hold hers against his face.

“You always know what to say,” he murmured, his voice heavy with emotion. “I love you so much, meu amor. I don’t tell you enough, but I do. I really, really do.” (my love)

Tears pricked her own eyes, but she blinked them away, focusing on him. “And I love you, João,” you said softly. “You don’t have to prove anything to me. Just rest, okay?”

He nodded weakly, but his expression suddenly contorted in pain, and he groaned, his hand moving to his ribs. “It hurts,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

She felt a pang of helplessness. “Oh, meu querido,” she said, her voice breaking. “I wish I could take away all your pain. I’d do anything to make it better.” (my dear)

He opened his eyes and gave her a faint smile, despite the pain etched on his face. “You being here… that’s enough,” he murmured.

She leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead, her lips lingering for a moment. “I’m not going anywhere,” she promised, taking his hand again.

“Promise me you’ll be here when I wake up?” he asked, his voice soft and pleading.

“I promise,” she said firmly, stroking his hair gently. “Now try to sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

His breathing began to even out as the medication pulled him under, though his grip on your hand remained firm. You stayed by his side, watching him until your own exhaustion took over, and you fell asleep with your head resting on the edge of the bed.

The first thing she felt was warmth—soft lips pressing against her temple, then her cheek. The faint scent of João’s cologne filled the air as she stirred awake.

“Morning, meu amor,” came his low, familiar voice, still rough from sleep but steadier than the night before.

She opened her eyes to find João leaning over her, his face inches from hers, a small smile tugging at his lips. His hazel eyes were clearer now, the pain from the night before replaced with a quiet warmth.

“João,” she breathed, sitting up quickly. “You’re awake. How are you feeling?”

“Better,” he said, his voice soft. “A lot better.”

He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, his thumb brushing her cheek. “You stayed,” he said quietly, as if in awe.

“Of course I did,” she said, her voice gentle but firm. “I promised, didn’t I?”

He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. It was slow and full of unspoken gratitude, leaving her breathless when he pulled back.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, resting his forehead against hers.

“So are you, meu querido,” shr replied softly, a smile tugging at her lips.

João chuckled, his hand sliding to her waist to pull her closer. “I’m serious. I don’t know what I’d do without you, amor.”

“You’ll never have to find out,” she teased, her voice light but full of love.

He kissed her again, deeper this time, his lips lingering against hers as his hands traced slow, comforting patterns on her back. “I love you,” he whispered between kisses. “More than anything.”

“And I love you,” she whispered back, her heart swelling.

hey! If youre looking for requests could you write something for charles leclerc? General hcs about dating him or a drabble maybe (i would melt if it was about him as a dad with kids🫠). Either is great but no pressure at all! Xx

❦ - maman et papa.

summary:: just a simple day w your family. (IDK WTF TO PUT HERE 😭)

warnings:: none?

writers note:: so like this is really short but i hope u guys like it bc ive never written for him 😔.

ion have a taglist for f1 fics yet but lmk if you’d wanna be apart of it if i do make one!

the sound of giggles filled the leclerc household as charles lay sprawled on the floor, two tiny figures climbing over him. his youngest, a little girl with wild curls just like his, had her chubby hands planted firmly on his chest, her face scrunched up in concentration.

'i win!' she declared, sitting triumphantly on his stomach.

charles gasped dramatically, throwing his head back. 'nooo, you’re too strong for me!'

his son, older by three years and fiercely competitive, frowned. 'papa, it’s my turn!'

'alright, alright, one at a time!' charles laughed, but neither child listened. soon they were both on top of him, their small hands attempting to pin him down. he let them win, of course, lying there with a grin as their laughter echoed through the room.

a soft chuckle came from the doorway. you leaned against the frame, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold. 'having fun?'

charles looked up at you, hair tousled and cheeks flushed. 'rescue me?' he asked, but there was no real pleading in his voice, only warmth, love, and a happiness that made your chest ache in the best way.

your daughter scrambled off him and ran to you, holding her arms up. 'maman, papa’s a loser!'

charles feigned offense. 'traitor!' he called after her, but when his gaze met yours again, his expression softened. 'this... this is the best, isn’t it?'

and as you watched your little family dissolve into another round of giggles and tickle fights, you could only nod. 'yeah, it really is.'

october is diabolical (i feel u bro 💔.)

anyways this definitely makes up for the obscure amount of time that took this is yummy it fed me good lord. está es una de las mejores cosas que he leído, DIOS MIOS tu talento está más allá de este mundo😍😍

Hey can you do one for Alejandro Balde where he's childhood best friends with reader. Some angst where other girls seem to come into the picture with his fame but he finds out how Y/N feels and reassures her!

✮ Don’t Shy Away - Alejandro Balde

alejandro balde x childhood bsf!fem!reader

sy: you become painfully overwhelmed by how your childhood bsf becomes swarmed and smitten with his own fangirls, as you become increasingly scared to admit your love.

a/n: this has terribly been in my drafts since oct and im actually ashamed for leaving it so long. i hope this makes up for it though <3

warnings: not really tbf.

the sky hung low with a suffocating greyness, and the wind nipped at your skin as you lingered on the outskirts of the pitch.

he’d asked you to be here.

you bounced on the heels of your feet, your fingers nervously etching across the leather purse in your grasp, scratching at the silk. you felt out of place, like you didn’t belong here, but then again—he asked you to be here.

the laughter reached you first, light and airy, floating across the pitch like the first taunt of a fight you couldn’t win.

there he was. alejandro—swirled up in the centre of a foreign crowd. instead, lavishing with women in head to toe with glam. their eyes sparkled with admiration, their voices like birdsongs when they exclaimed out his name.

that smile; the same one you knew like the back of your hand.

but him? he only basked in it. basked in the attention that he received, oblivious to the way it shredded you, piece by piece—leaving raw edges where your heart used to be whole.

the boy who once made pinky promises in the glow of streetlights, who used to scold you for crying over scraped knees and share his dreams with the kind of quiet fervor that only children possess—he felt so far away now.

fame clung to him like a second skin, and you weren’t sure you’d ever be able to peel it back and find the alejandro you knew.

“this is so stupid,” you curse yourself silently, your eyes magnate down to your shoes. let this be the last time you let yourself be humiliated.

you fumble with the watch on your wrist, clocking down the minutes that had you foolishly stood here, waiting. twenty-nine minutes.

it was pointless in waiting here still; you weren’t going to watch the clock tick to thirty as your self respect was slipping.

“hey,” balde called out, jogging to catch up to you, “your leaving so soon?”

when you didn’t turn around, he stopped you in your tracks by kneading his hand into your shoulder blade to prevent you from moving.

“alright party pooper, what’s with the rush? do you not wanna talk to me tonight or something?” he laughed, that same, familiar sense of humour creeping through in every worse moment.

with his help, you spun round, and instantly locked with his eyes. “what’s with the pout chica? im here, now, talk to me.”

“what’s there to talk about ale?” you inquire, brushing his hand from your shoulder. “you asked me to be here.”

“and you came,” alejandro pointed out with a grin, as if that alone made it better. “so i was thinking, if you wanted to stop by tonight.”

the way he said it, like he hadn’t just spent the last half hour entertaining other women whilst you stood around like an idiot.

you wanted to say yes. you wanted to just forget the hurt and walk away with him. but after tonight, after feeling like an insignificant background character, you didn’t have the strength to go.

“i’m just not feeling it today,” you whispered, avoiding eye contact. “sorry.”

“c’mon,” giving you playful jabs to your arm, “what’s the gloom? when do you ever reject me?”

there was a pause of silence. before you sighed, locking your hands behind your back. “it’s nothing.”

his grin faltered, his eyes examining your body language. “nada, no, see—now i know your lying.”

“just let it go ale.” you said, stepping back.

his teasing dropped almost instantly. “your upset? mad? definitely not happy,” he muttered the final words under his breath. “nervous?”

you grumble, crossing your arms. “seriously?”

he tilted his head slightly, examining your face carefully. “are you on your perio—?”

“no balde!” you finally snapped, which made his head instantly recoil back up. you couldn’t keep the anger from breaking through, even if you tried. “are you not aware of what you’ve just done?”

his expression stays blank, and if anything, he looks more shocked at your outburst than he does concerned. and that, more than anything, made the fire in you burn hotter.

“so your gonna stand there, mute, and act oblivious?!” you eventually screech, having no regard for who was listening. “as you always do i expect.”

“qué i don’t—”

“no you never do. do you ale?” you spit, as he pushes you into a more secluded area underneath the tunnel; away from prying eyes.

“look,” he sighs softly, “can you explain it to me rather than screaming in my face?”

“you dont deserve my explanation,” you mutter, feeling the sting of tears at the brim of your eyes.

your throat burned, the fury dissolving, leaving only a raw, aching pain in its wake. if you didn’t leave now, it would only make you cry, and you couldn’t let that happen.

not after defending yourself so promptly.

you turned away again, ready to walk off before you lost whatever shred of dignity you had left. but ale was too quick, wrapping his hand around you wrist before you had the chance.

“why do you keep pushing me away?” ale’s voice dropped an octave low, almost shameful. “im just trying to help you.”

with a slow twist back around, you met his gaze with an expression he could quite decipher.

the conflict of hurt and frustration clear in your eyes made his grip tighten, feeling the desperation in his fingers.

“maybe i don’t need your help!” you exclaim, the contradicting nature between his words and actions making your eyes burn. “not now.”

“what do you mean not now?”

“isn’t it clear?” you shake your head, “can you really not see it… how i truly feel?”

“how you feel? no i didn’t even recog—”

you scoffed, pulling your wrist away. “exactly.”

balde exhaled through his nose, raking his fingers through his hair. “what’s this about huh? you could of just told me you didn’t wanna come over y/n.”

“its not that,” you huff, staring at your shoes.

“then what is it?” alejandro crouches slightly to look at your face, bringing his thumb under your chin.

when you didn’t reply to him, he carried on.

“please, whatever it is, i would rather us talk it out than you hating me for something i’ve done.” and this time, his tone carried sincerity.

not like before, where it was all light and jovial, like he thought everything was just a joke. but instead, something that said he truly cared.

biting the inside of your cheek, you tried to keep your composure. “you spent thirty minutes surrounded by them..”

the guilt in his eyes were immediate; the footballers shoulders dropped in regret.

“..and i stood there like a fool, waiting for you.”

you shuffled your feet against the concrete, finally bringing up the courage to look him in the eyes. “i didn’t have to come.”

“i know,” he replied—weak.

the words echoed in the tranquil air, closing in on you both as neither of you had the fight to say anything.

“i messed up,” he finally admitted, swallowing the lump in his throat. “i should’ve been with you. i should’ve seen you standing there.”

almost as a reflex, you squeezed your eyes shut in hopes to savour this moment if it wasn’t real. you wanted to trust that it was real.

“hey, im being serious y/n. for the first time ever.”

your lips parted in protest, your heart racing at the proximity as he pressed his forehead against yours.

the closeness, the way his breath fanned over your skin—it was everything you’d spent years yearning for, but never daring to confront.

“trust me when i say this,” he pulled back, brushing a stray hair from your face, “i don’t want anybody else.”

you gulped thickly, his words playing strings with your heart. why did he wait for so long to say it?

“you say that now,” you whisper, defeated. “but what about tomorrow? or even weeks from now, when your surrounded by them?”

his brows furrowed, eyes dark with something unreadable. then, as if making a decision right then and there, he took your hands in his.

“there won’t be a next time,” he promised, his thumbs tracing soft circles over your skin. “i don’t care about them, nor the attention, the cameras, the noise—it all means nothing without you.”

the words hit you harder than you expected, knocking the air from your lungs.

“i love you, nena. not them. not this life. you.”

your lips trembled, he was already pulling you in, pressing a lingering kiss against your forehead.

“i know i don’t deserve an answer right now,” he murmured against your skin. “but let me prove it to you, okay?”

a shuddered breath left you, your fingers gripping the front of his jacket as if letting go would mean losing him again.

“¿me dejarás?” (will you let me?)

you didn’t know what the future would hold, but for now, in this moment, you needed to let go of the fear. to let yourself trust him, fully.

“yeah,” you nodded, falling into the urge to rest your chin on his shoulder—your resolve finally melting.

balde chuckled, relaxedly. “that means you forgive me right?”

“i don’t know, your on a test for the rest of this week.” you hummed mockingly, although really, it wasn’t too bad of an idea.

alejandro shook his head disbelievingly, but deep down, he was just relieved that he had his best friend back, or even after this—something more than just friends.

the scrape on your knee had been healed, the wounds of the past, and he was the one who healed it.