❦ - Biteable.

❦ - yours to hold.

summary:: after early morning training, gavi comes home to you absolutely exhausted, but there’s always gossip (had to sacrifice ferran for that, sorry guys… 💔)

warnings:: uhh none apart from the one sentence ferran slander if you even wanna call it that?? 😭

writers note:: the lack of gavi fics are genuinely the death of me but anyways!! also working on a joao fic so you’re welcome!? 😔😔

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

the rain tapped steadily against the windows, a soothing rhythm that echoed through the apartment. gavi was sprawled on the couch, head resting on your lap, hair still damp from his morning training. you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his hair, scrolling through your phone with the other hand.

'you're ignoring me,' he mumbled, voice muffled by the fabric of your sweatshirt.

'am not,' you replied, though you were definitely only half-listening when he started rambling about some moment from practice.

'are too,' he insisted, turning his head to glance up at you. 'this is quality storytelling and you're just... scrolling.'

you laughed, setting your phone aside. 'okay, okay. i’m listening. tell me again about how ferran tripped over the cones?'

his face lit up as he recounted the incident, animated and full of gestures, and you found yourself grinning, not at the story, but at him. this was your favorite version of gavi, the one off the pitch, relaxed, messy-haired, wearing that old barça hoodie that was technically yours but had long since become his.

when he finished, you chuckled. 'poor ferran.'

'don't feel bad for him, it was hilarious,' gavi grinned, then shifted to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you down beside him. 'we should do something.'

'like what?' you murmured, nose brushing against his.

'i dunno. movie? nap? both?' he suggested, eyes half lidded with exhaustion.

'you just got back from training. pretty sure you need the nap more than a movie.'

'yeah, but i wanna spend time with you,' he mumbled, already sounding drowsy.

your heart melted a little at that. 'we are spending time together.'

he hummed, nuzzling closer. 'yeah, but... like, awake time.'

'you’re falling asleep as you say that.'

'shhh,' he whispered, lips curling into a small smile. 'just... stay.'

so you did. the rain kept falling, soft and constant, and his breathing evened out, warm against your neck. you traced lazy patterns on his back, content in the quiet. it didn’t matter that there was nothing grand or exciting about this moment. this, being here with him, in the calm of a rainy afternoon, felt perfect.

and as he held you closer, mumbling something unintelligible in his sleep, you thought: yeah, you wouldn’t trade this for anything.

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

BARCA WTF

MAN GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER LOCK IN ITS BEEN 4 MINS AND WE ALREADY CONCEDED A GOAL TF ?? WHO IS LEGANES . WE WERE A SEXTUPLE WINNING CLUB LIKE 15 YEARS AGO AND WE’RE LOOSING TO A CLUB THATS 15TH IN THE TABLE LOCK TF IN 😭😭 . okay that’s my rant over 🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️

would you write a Pablo gavi x Supercars!reader and he travels to Australia during one of his breaks to watch her in Bathurst?

❦ - vroom vroom.

warnings:: none

writers notes:: ignore the title i didn’t know what to make it 💔. also my asthmatic ass is dying rn bru im not making it out alive

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

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the weekend sun was hot, beating down on mount panorama, as the bathurst 1000 kicked into full gear. the atmosphere was electric, buzzing with anticipation and the roar of powerful engines echoing through the mountains. spectators lined the track, eyes glued to the high, performance cars tearing around every curve, weaving in and out of the iconic corners.

but amongst the crowd, there was one face you were searching for.

a few days earlier, during one of your brief breaks in between qualifying and race day, you’d received a message from pablo.

‘i’m coming to bathurst. i want to see you race. no more excuses.’

and there it was, the familiar grin on his face even through the phone screen. it was typical pablo, always full of surprises, always there when you needed him most.

now, as you prepared for your final laps in the race, you couldn’t help but steal glances over to the grandstands. your heart was a little lighter knowing he was somewhere out there, waiting for you, even though you had no idea where he’d be.

there were a million thoughts in your head, but one thing was clear: he was here, supporting you, cheering you on like he always did in his quiet, steady way. a part of you felt invincible knowing he was out there, and that alone was enough to push you even harder.

your team was making final adjustments to the car, and as you climbed back into the driver’s seat, you heard the familiar sound of a car engine roar to life from the pit wall. you turned, and there he was.

pablo. he had somehow found his way down to your pit, now standing just a few feet away, a wide grin on his face, looking as though he hadn’t just traveled halfway across the world to see you. he was in his usual casual attire: a hoodie, jeans, and his signature sneakers, but something about seeing him here, at your race, made your heart skip.

‘is this how it’s going to be every time?’ you joked, pulling your helmet down and adjusting your gloves. ‘you’re just going to pop up everywhere i go?’

he laughed, taking a few steps closer, keeping his eyes on you the entire time. ‘i thought i’d try and make an appearance at your biggest race of the season. plus, i’m curious about how you’re going to win this one.’

‘don’t worry,’ you said with a wink, ‘i’ve got this.’

‘just remember, i’m here cheering you on,’ he added, his voice soft but filled with undeniable pride.

his words settled in your chest, and it was almost enough to erase the tension you’d been feeling all week. with him here, it felt like you could take on anything.

the team was signaling for you to head to the starting grid, and with one last glance at pablo, you shot him a quick thumbs-up before stepping into the car. the sound of the engine fired up, and soon, you were on your way.

as you sped through the corners of bathurst, weaving between competitors, every turn was just a little bit sweeter knowing pablo was watching you. he wasn’t just some guy sitting in the grandstands, he was your biggest fan, the one who believed in you when you didn’t believe in yourself.

the race was intense, and with every lap, your confidence grew. you knew the track, the car, and most importantly, you knew you had someone special in your corner. and that thought kept you going.

after a nerve wracking final lap, you crossed the finish line in first place. the roar of the crowd was deafening, but the moment your car came to a stop, you couldn’t wait to take off your helmet and look for one person in particular.

pablo was already at the barriers, waiting for you, his face a mixture of excitement and pride. as you made your way over to him, he opened his arms and enveloped you in a tight hug, lifting you off your feet in the process.

‘you did it! i knew you could!’ he said, his voice full of emotion.

‘i couldn’t have done it without you,’ you whispered back, feeling the weight of the race finally start to leave your shoulders.

you pulled back slightly, looking up at him. there was something in his eyes, something more than just admiration. it was pure love, the kind that came with knowing you better than anyone else.

‘now,’ he said, a mischievous smile creeping onto his lips, ‘i think we deserve a victory celebration. how about we take the rest of the weekend off?’

you laughed, feeling the exhaustion start to catch up with you. ‘i like that idea.’

epilogue::


a few days later, you and pablo found yourselves relaxing in a quiet corner of a rooftop bar, overlooking the stunning sydney skyline. bathurst was behind you, but the adrenaline of the race was still coursing through your veins. you leaned back into his arms, your head resting on his shoulder, the sounds of the city mingling with the soft breeze.

‘thanks for being here,’ you said, your voice full of gratitude. ‘it really means a lot.’

‘i wouldn’t be anywhere else,’ he replied, kissing the top of your head gently. ‘you’ve got this fire in you, and i’m just lucky to be here to witness it.’

you smiled up at him, the quiet contentment of the moment filling your heart. ‘so, when’s the next race? i think i can get used to you showing up for all of them.’

pablo grinned, his arms tightening around you. ‘i think i’m going to make it my mission to be at every single one from now on. starting with your next one.’

‘deal.’

and with that, you both relaxed into the evening, knowing that whatever the future held, you’d always have each other.

hey do u write for hector fort 😭? and if u do please write some headcanons for my man 🙏🙏

❦ - hector fort boyfriend headcannons

summary:: pov; you’re hector’s girlfriend.

warnings:: none!

writers note:: ofc i’ll write for hec!! i’ll write for anyone so idmmm!! i love headcannons it’s easy and i’ve js clocked that my hcs are descriptive asf. 😭 also this is the end of my inbox which is crazy so keep on requesting bc i have no ideas of my own fics… AND IM WRITING THIS DURING BARCA VS BETIS SO GAVI GOALLLL 🤍

ꨄ - quality time ; his love language is definitely quality time. he loves spending time with you whether it’s quiet evenings inside or going for a late night walk.

ꨄ - he’s the type to bring you flowers randomly, not bc it’s a special occasion but on a random tuesday, just because why not.

ꨄ - he’s not fond of pda at all so instead he’ll just hold your hand or rest his arm around your shoulders just to make it known you’re his.

ꨄ - COMMUNICATION IS KEY. he’s big on communication so he’ll always make you feel heard.

ꨄ - his gifting is thoughtful ; he pays close attention to things you love and will always include that in gifting whenever he can.

ꨄ - he loves being close to you. whenever you’re together he’ll bring you closer to him and if you’re away for days he’ll send voice notes talking about how much he misses you.

ꨄ - whenever he’s with his teammates he’ll always try and mention you, and if you visit him after his training, they’ll never stop teasing him.

ꨄ - he ‘accidentally’ leaves his hoodies at your place.

ꨄ - lowkey a cutie bc whenever you fall asleep on him he’ll take a photo of you and post it on his story for you to see when you wake up

SORRY THIS IS SHORT I WAS LOWKEY OUT OF IDEAS

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!!)

hi guys! i js wanted to come and apologise for how long these fics are taking me and ik people can get impatient! and this is also the reason why i keep my fics around 1k solely bc im a gcse student who also needs to do revision. brainstorming, revising, drafting and writing fics is all very time consuming and for some 20+ requests aren’t a lot but for me it is! i love and appreciate every request i get because yall can be so creative! but especially with the longer ones they can take a lot longer. i’m ofc not gonna close my requests but i’m putting it out here that mine will take a lot longer! xx

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

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

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!! 💓

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.