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25 💙❤️ loves Barcelona

[barcalover8fiction]

FC Barcelona Masterlist (and some other players that I like from other teams) !

Marc Bernal:

Marc Bernal searching for you

Marc Bernal you moved in to his apartment

Marc Bernal deep voice

If you accidentally entered the locker room Marc Bernal

Break up isn’t happening with Marc Bernal

Obsessed Marc Bernal

Pau Cubarsí:

Pau got jealous

Another player said that Pau’s girl is his type

Pedri Gonzalez:

Jealousy test Pedri Gonzalez

An IG post revealed that his girl was out with another player Pedri

Paparazzi post almost made them lost their relationship Pedri

A prank with Fernando goes wrong Pedri

Crazy drunk Pedri Gonzalez

Raphinha:

Possessive over his wife Raphinha

Pau Cubarsí fell for Raphinha’s younger sister

You came home late from clubbing without him knowing Raphinha

Not wearing your wedding ring Raphinha

Ferran Torres:

Comparing him to others Ferran Torres

You went to his rival’s match Ferran

Lamine Yamal:

Calling him the wrong name Lamine Yamal

Making Lamine Yamal jealous

Can’t pay when you’re with him Lamine Yamal

Lost the engagement ring Lamine

Fermín Lopez:

His teammate tell him that he likes his girl Fermín

Regret of breaking up with his girlfriend Fermín Lopez

He fell for her first but Gavi was faster Fermín

He hates being called boyfriend when he’s your fiancé Fermín

Pablo Gavi:

Unannounced visit from his teammates turned to Chaos Gavi

He hates his girl’s ex-boyfriend and that makes him lose his mind Gavi

Héctor Fort:

Don’t get too close to Lamine I don’t like it Fort

Frenkie De Jong:

He wants his wife’s attention on him Frenkie

Jules Koundé:

The current boyfriend prank Jules Koundé

Marc Bernal x Héctor Fort x Reader:

How’s your relationship with Marc and Héctor

Jude Bellingham:

Wearing another Barcelona’s player jersey Jude

Jobe fell for his girlfriend Jude Bellingham

Jobe Bellingham:

Jealous from across the world Jobe Bellingham

He won’t share his girl with his brother Jobe

Pedri x Gavi x Fermín:

All three like the same girl

[barcalover8fiction]

I’m very very happy today that I was able to see and watch how beautiful and amazing this team is, Ferran Torres was very a surprise for me but he made the history, I love this team and I’m very proud. Lamine Yamal, Pau Cubarsí, Pedri, Gavi, Dani Olmo did an amazing World Cup as a Barcelona fan. I’m very happy! 🥹🫶🎀❤️

[barcalover8fiction]

Summary: What if Pedri, Fermín and Gavi fell for the same girl?

Word Count: 1.8k

Pedri Gonzalez x Pablo Gavi x Fermín Lopez.

Having a crush was apparently humiliating at least according to Pedri.

Actually, no according to Gavi, it was pathetic.

And according to Fermín? It was embarrassing only if someone found out.

Unfortunately for all three of them, that was exactly what was about to happen.

It started after training. One of those long exhausting days where everyone somehow ended up too tired to go home immediately.

The sun was already starting to set over the training grounds, casting warm orange light through the windows of the recovery room while players slowly disappeared one by one.

Some headed home. Some to press. Others just disappeared somewhere.

But somehow Pedri, Gavi, and Fermín ended up staying behind. Which honestly wasn’t unusual, they were close. Always teasing each other. Always arguing over stupid things. And always ending up in the same place after training without planning it.

This time they sat lazily in the lounge area, half eaten snacks on the table, phones in hand, a football game playing quietly on the TV no one was actually watching.

Fermín sat manspreading across the couch comfortably while Gavi leaned back dramatically beside him, meanwhile Pedri stayed quieter as usual in a chair next to the couch, scrolling absentmindedly through his phone.

Everything felt normal until Fermín suddenly sighed dramatically and threw his head back. “I hate having a crush, this shit is exhausting.”

Silence.

Then Gavi immediately looked over. “You have a crush?”

Pedri looked up too actually surprised because Fermín didn’t seem like the crushing type.

Fermín groaned loudly. “Unfortunately.”

Gavi burst out laughing immediately. “No way.”

“What?”

“You?”

Fermín rolled his eyes. “Yes me, idiot.”

Pedri smirked slightly. “Who is it?”

Fermín pointed at him immediately. “No chance.”

“Oh come on”, Gavi complained. “You brought it up.”

“Exactly. Huge mistake.”

The conversation spiraled from there, mostly because Gavi refused to let it go stubbornly. “No seriously”, Gavi said, sitting forward now. “Who is it?”

“Not happening.”

“Why?”

Fermín sighed dramatically again. “Because I actually like her.”

That immediately caught both of their attention.

Pedri raised an eyebrow slightly. “You really do like someone?”

“Yes.”

“Like seriously?”

“Yes.”

“You?, Gavi repeated again.

“Can you stop sounding shocked?”, Fermín rolled his eyes annoyingly.

Which honestly only made Gavi laugh harder, because seeing confident, easygoing Fermín genuinely affected by a crush felt weirdly entertaining.

Then Gavi suddenly smirked. “Wait”. He pointed accusingly. “You’re acting shy.”

“I’m not shy you piece of shit”

Pedri laughed quietly now too. For the first time Fermín actually looked embarrassed.

“Oh my God”, Gavi laughed. “You’re gone.”

“Shut up you both!”, he sighed. “She’s just…different”

The teasing stopped slightly after that because something in his voice sounded real. Like this wasn’t just attraction. It mattered.

Pedri leaned back slightly. “What’s she like?”

Fermín smiled before he could stop himself, and immediately both of them noticed.

“She’s funny”, The smile stayed. “Sweet, she somehow gets along with everyone…and she remembers stupid little things.”

His expression softened slightly. “Like weird details no one else notices.”

Pedri looked down for a second, because annoyingly that sounded very familiar.

Gavi noticed it as well but decided to ignore it. At first.

Then Gavi suddenly shrugged. “Fine.”

Fermín blinked. “What?”

“If we’re confessing things…”, He crossed his arms dramatically. “I have a crush too.”

Both heads snapped toward him.

Pedri actually laughed. “No way.”

“Why is everyone shocked?”

“Because you flirt with everyone”, Fermín said.

“That means nothing.”

Pedri smiled slightly. “Who is it?”

Gavi immediately looked away, which alone shocked both of them, cause Gavi almost never got shy.

“She’s…”, He rubbed the back of his neck. “Annoying.”

Fermín blinked. “That doesn’t sound romantic at all.”

“No, shut up”, His ears turned slightly red. “She’s funny, she talks too much but somehow I still wanna hear her talk for eternity”

Pedri tried not to smile. Again that sounded familiar too.

“She gets along with everyone”, Gavi continued quietly. “And she’s nice…she’s very pretty as well”

Fermín slowly sat up straighter, now something felt strange. Very strange.

Then suddenly, both pairs of eyes turned toward Pedri who immediately looked uncomfortable. “No.”

Gavi narrowed his eyes. “You definitely have one too.”

Pedri sighed quietly. “I’m not talking about it.”

“Oh my God”, Fermín laughed. “Pedri?”

Gavi looked genuinely shocked. “You have a fucking crush?”

Pedri rolled his eyes. “Yes so what? I’m a human being like you”

“Since when?!”

He shrugged slightly. “A while now”

“You hid this from us you fucker?”

Pedri, “You didn’t tell me about yours too!”, He looked down briefly then quietly admitted, “I just didn’t think anything would happen.”

That answer somehow softened both of the guys instantly, that sounded painfully Pedri. Quietly liking someone and never saying anything. Just carrying feelings around silently.

“So…”, Fermín said slowly. “What’s she like?”

Pedri hesitated and finally smiled softly. “She’s kind”, His voice got quieter. “Like genuinely kind…she remembers everything, she makes people feel comfortable.”

And softly added, “She makes my bad days feel easier.”

Silence, complete silence. The similarities became impossible to ignore.

Fermín frowned slightly. “…Wait.”

Gavi looked between them. “No way”

Pedri slowly looked up. Already realizing. Already dreading it.

Fermín spoke first. “Say her name.”

Gavi immediately shook his head. “No I’m not gonna do that”

“Say it.”

“No.”

“On three”, Fermín said.

Pedri groaned immediately. “This is a terrible idea.”

“One.”

“No!”

“Two.”

“Fermín-”

“Three.”

And simultaneously all three said her name.

Silence. Utter.

Then, “No fucking way!”, Gavi looked horrified.

Pedri buried his face in his hands immediately.

Fermín just stared blankly ahead. “You’re joking me”

“Oh my god”, Pedri muttered.

“Her?”, Gavi asked dramatically. “The same girl?!”

Fermín looked personally offended. “How are we all liking the same person?”

Pedri sighed heavily. “This is horrible.”

For the next twenty minutes somehow turned into complete chaos.

“You liked her first?”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“You literally blush around her!”

“Shut up!”

Meanwhile Pedri stayed unusually quiet which made both of them stop eventually.

He looked genuinely worried.

“What’s wrong?”, Gavi asked.

Pedri sighted. “What if this ruins everything?”

That made the room quieter because honestly? He had a point. They were friends, close friends but somehow without realizing all of them had fallen for the exact same girl. What a weird scenario.

Fermín groaned. “This is a fucking disaster.”

“A huge disaster”, Gavi agreed then after a pause, “…But she’s really pretty.”

“That not helping, you asshole” Pedri muttered in frustration. He wasn’t mad about them but about the situation.

Eventually silence settled between them.

Then Fermín asked, “So what do we do now?”

Nobody answered because honestly? None of them knew should they compete? Step back? Pretend feelings disappeared? Impossible.

Especially when every single one of them genuinely liked her, not just a crush, not just attraction. Real feelings.

Then Pedri muttered, “I’m not giving up.”

Both heads turned immediately.

Pedri looked down slightly, still shy, still soft spoken but indeed firm. “I like her.”

The confidence surprised both of the other guys.

Then Gavi sat forward immediately. “Well neither am I giving up on her”

Fermín laughed once. “Oh this is bad…because same goes with me too.”

And despite the absolute fucked up situation unfolding, all three started laughing. Because only them could accidentally end up falling for the exact same girl but somehow still be sitting together arguing about it like idiots.

Even if secretly every single one of them was already wondering the same thing. Who would she choose? How could they solve this without affecting their friendship? Cause obviously no one was ready to give up for the other.

[barcalover8fiction]

Summary: Marc’s obsessed with his girl.

Word Count: 2k

Marc Bernal x Reader

Before Marc started dating her, he was genuinely suffering. Not in a dramatic way but actually, it was worse because he tried so hard to act normal about it. Which he absolutely was not.

The entire crush started quietly at first. Just small things. Always looking for her first when she walked into a room. Smiling differently around her. Getting nervous over literally nothing.

His teammates noticed before she did. Of course they did. Because Marc was terrible at hiding it. Especially around her.

The moment she talked to him, his whole face changed. Softer eyes. Nervous smile. Suddenly fixing his hair for no reason. Laughing too quickly at things that weren’t even funny.

And the worst part? He followed her around without even realizing it. If she moved to another side of the room, somehow five minutes later Marc was there too.

If she sat down, he sat near her. If she talked, he listened like she was the only person speaking.

“Brother”, Gavi told him once during training, “at least try to be less obvious.”

Marc acted confused. “What?”

Pedri nearly laughed. “You look at her like she invented football.”

Marc’s ears turned red immediately. “No, I don’t.”

“You do”, Fermín said instantly.

And honestly? He really did. Because Marc had liked her for so long that once she finally became his girlfriend, something inside him completely gave up pretending to be calm.

He was attached to her constantly like actually constantly. It got to the point where everyone around them noticed immediately.

The first week after they started dating, she came to visit after training. The second Marc saw her walking toward the group, his entire attention disappeared from the conversation.

Mid sentence, he was gone. “-and then Flick said-“

He stopped talking completely and walked straight to her. No shame either. Just wrapped his arms around her instantly like he hadn’t seen her in weeks instead of six hours.

She laughed softly at the force of it, “Hi to you too.”

Marc buried his face into her neck for a second before answering, “Missed you.”

Pedri looked horrified, “You saw her this morning.”

“I still missed her.”

Gavi gagged dramatically behind them.

Marc ignored him completely.

That was another thing, once he started dating her, everyone else became background noise. Not intentionally, he still cared about his teammates obviously, but when she was around? That was it, nothing else mattered.

He always had to be touching her somehow too. A hand around her waist. Her hand in his. His knee pressed against hers. Fingers playing with her sleeve. Her legs over his lap. Playing with her rings absentmindedly. Resting his chin on her shoulder.

Always had to be something like physical contact grounded him.

And honestly, after having a crush on her for so long, he still looked shocked sometimes that he was actually allowed to do all this now. Like he still couldn’t fully believe she was his girlfriend.

One afternoon, some of the players were hanging out in the recovery room after training while she sat beside Marc on one of the couches, or more accurately-Marc sat on her.

Not fully but close enough. One arm around her waist while she scrolled on her phone, his head resting against her shoulder lazily.

“Marc”, Jules said finally, unable to hold it in anymore, “do you know how to sit without touching her?”

“No”, The answer came way too fast.

Everyone burst out laughing.

Even she looked at him with a smile, “At least think before answering.”

“I did think.”

“That’s the problem”, Gavi muttered.

Marc just pulled her closer against him in response like he was proving a point.

And honestly, the clinginess got worse the more comfortable he became. Because Marc wasn’t clingy in an arrogant way, it was affectionate. Sweet. Almost boyishly obsessed.

Like every time he touched her, he was reassuring himself she was real.

One day she disappeared for maybe ten minutes during one of the team gatherings because she went to the bathroom and got stopped by someone on the way back.

Ten minutes, that’s all it took Marc texted her four times.

‘Where are you?’

‘Did you get lost?’

‘Are you okay?’

‘hello???’

When she finally returned, she found him checking his phone every few seconds. She laughed immediately, “Marc, I was gone for ten minutes”

“You didn’t answer me”

“I was talking”

“You could’ve texted, darling”

Pedri overheard and nearly choked laughing. “She went to the bathroom, not war.”

Marc rolled his eyes but still stood up immediately when she reached him, pulling her into his chest automatically. “There”, he mumbled quietly after hugging her, “Better.”

She stared at him, amused, “You’re insane.”

“For you? Yeah”

And the way he said things like that so naturally like it was obvious like everyone should already know, even when she wasn’t around, he still acted attached to her.

The boys noticed that too. During away matches, his screen time report was probably terrifying. Always texting her. Always calling. Always sending random pictures.

A blurry photo of his food. A picture of his boots. A selfie half asleep on the team bus. Voice messages at ridiculous hours because ‘he forgot to tell her something’

One night during an away trip, Frenkie looked over and saw Marc smiling at his phone again. “You’re texting your girl?”

Marc nodded.

“You’ve been texting her for an hour now”

“So?”

“She’s might be asleep”

Marc looked offended, “You don’t know that.”

Right then his phone buzzed with a reply.

Marc smiled instantly. “…See?”

Frenkie shook his head laughing, “You’re whipped.”

He absolutely was and everyone knew it.

But honestly? She loved it not because he was obsessed in an unhealthy way but because every bit of affection from him felt genuine.

Marc loved loudly without even trying to. Through actions. Attention. Touch. Tiny habits.

Like automatically reaching for her hand even while half asleep. Or pulling her into his lap during movie nights because ‘she was too far’. Or randomly kissing her forehead in the middle of conversations because he simply felt like it.

One evening, she was sitting beside him at his apartment while he played a game on his console. Well, he tried to play.

Because every five minutes he kept turning away from the screen just to kiss her again, after the fourth time, she laughed softly, “Marc”

“Hm?”

“You’re losing”

“I know”

“Then focus”

He looked at her for a second actually looked at her then shrugged. “You’re prettier than the game.”

Butterflies. Immediate butterflies especially because he sounded so serious saying it.

She covered her face slightly, laughing in embarrassment.

Marc smiled instantly at her reaction, moving closer again until his arm wrapped around her waist. “You’re shy now?”, he teased softly.

“No, I’m not”, she protested.

He grinned before kissing her cheek again anyway. And then another. And another.

“Marc”, she laughed harder, trying to push him away weakly.

“No, wait”, he said between kisses, smiling against her skin, “I missed you today”

“We’ve been together all this morning”

“That not enough”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“I know”

And honestly? He looked happiest like this. Curled around her on the couch, smiling softly, holding her like he never wanted space between them again.

Like all those months of crushing on her quietly had turned into this overwhelming need to love her openly now that he finally could.

At some point, she ended up half laying against his chest while his fingers traced lazy patterns against her arm. The game had long been abandoned, his attention completely on her instead.

“Can I tell you something?”, he asked quietly.

She looked up at him, “What is it?”

Marc’s expression softened instantly. “To be honest I still get nervous sometimes around you”

Her eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise, “Why?”

He smiled faintly, almost shy suddenly. “Because I liked you for so long before this”, he admitted. “And now every time you’re next to me, I still can’t believe you’re actually my girlfriend.”

Her heart melted immediately especially because he looked so genuine saying it.

She reached up slowly, brushing her fingers through his hair. “You’re cute”, she whispered.

Marc groaned softly, “Don’t call me cute, love”

“Why?”

“Because then I can’t act serious.”

She laughed quietly but a second later he pulled her even closer against him anyway, hiding his face into her neck again. Exactly like always like he physically couldn’t help himself.

And honestly? Maybe he really couldn’t.

[barcalover8fiction]

Summary: Jude and Jobe fell for the same girl.

Word Count: 1.2k

Jude Bellingham x Jobe Bellingham x Reader

The first time Jude noticed something was wrong with Jobe he simply ignored it, not thinking much of it.

Because Jobe had always been quieter. More reserved. He was the kind of person who carried things inside himself for way too long, thinking about them for days before saying anything out loud.

So when Jude started catching him zoning out more often, sitting silently during family dinners, or disappearing into his own thoughts whenever she was around.

He brushed it off. Football stress. Training. Life. Anything.

Until it became impossible to ignore. Because suddenly Jobe started avoiding eye contact.

Not with everyone. Just with her, and somehow that made Jude notice even more.

Which was strange because Jobe and she had always gotten along naturally. Too naturally maybe. She fit into the Bellingham family so effortlessly that sometimes Jude joked she’d somehow always belonged there.

His mother adored her.

His father trusted her completely.

And Jobe? Jobe always treated her warmly too.

Like family. Protective in that quiet younger-brother way. Helping her carry things without asking. Texting to check she got home safely if Jude couldn’t. Remembering random little things she mentioned weeks ago.

Nothing strange. Nothing inappropriate. Just comfortable. Natural.

So when that suddenly changed happened, Jude noticed.

—-

It happened one evening at their parents’ house.

Dinner had already ended. Everyone was scattered around the living room, talking and laughing while old music played softly in the background.

She sat beside Jude on the couch, knees tucked under herself comfortably while talking to his mum. Jude’s arm rested around her shoulders absentmindedly.

Meanwhile Jobe sat across from them unusually quiet. Too quiet.

Every few minutes Jude caught him staring for half a second before immediately looking away. Like he’d gotten caught doing something wrong.

And honestly? It felt weird.

Jobe wasn’t awkward. Not around family.

But tonight? Something felt off.

Then suddenly, “I’m heading out.”

Everyone looked up.

Jobe stood near the doorway already grabbing his jacket.

His dad frowned. “You just got here.”

“Yeah, I’m tired.”

He barely looked at anyone. Especially not her. Then he left.

The door shut. And the room felt strangely heavier afterward.

Jude frowned slightly. “That was weird.”

—-

A week later, Jude finally cornered him.

Or technically dragged him.

Because Jobe had spent the whole day dodging him. Eventually Jude found him sitting outside near the training grounds after practice.

Quiet. Elbows resting on his knees. Head lowered slightly.

The moment Jude sat beside him, Jobe already sighed.

“No.”

Jude blinked. “What?”

“You’re about to ask what’s wrong.”

“Well, yeah.”

Silence. Jobe rubbed a hand over his face.

“Forget it.”

“No”, Jude leaned back. “You’ve been acting weird for weeks.”

Nothing. Just silence.

Then finally, “You’re gonna hate me.”

That immediately got Jude’s attention.

“What are you talking about?”

Jobe laughed once under his breath. But there was nothing funny about it.

“I genuinely wish this wasn’t happening.”

Jude’s stomach twisted slightly now. Because suddenly this sounded serious.

“What happened?”

Jobe looked away then finally said quietly, “I think I like her.”

Silence. Complete silence.

Jude stared at him like he just spoke in a different language. “…Who?”

But somehow, he already knew.

Jobe looked down. Didn’t answer. Didn’t need to.

Because suddenly everything clicked into place. The awkwardness. The distance. The silence. The staring. The avoidance.

Jude leaned back slowly. “No way...”

Jobe laughed bitterly. “Exactly.”

“What do you mean exactly?”

Jobe looked genuinely frustrated with himself now. “I know how messed up it sounds.”

Jude stared at his younger brother for a long second.

Then finally asked quietly, “How does happened?”

Jobe swallowed. “I don’t know.”

And honestly? He sounded miserable. Like he hated himself for it.

“It just happened.”

His voice stayed quiet. Honest.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen”

Jude stayed silent. Because he genuinely didn’t know what to say.

Jobe continued before he could. “She’s kind, she remembers things, she cares about everyone”. He laughed weakly, “Even me.”

Jude hated how sincere he sounded because this wasn’t some stupid crush. This was real. And Jobe clearly didn’t want it.

“…She feels safe”, Jobe admitted quietly. “And every time she’s around, things feel easier.”

His voice dropped lower. “I hate that I feel like this.”

Jude looked at him carefully now. Because honestly? Jobe looked awful. Tired. Guilty. Completely ashamed.

“I would never do anything that would hurt you or her, or messed with your relationship together”, Jobe said quickly. “Ever.”

His eyes met Jude’s now. “That’s why I’ve been distant lately”

And somehow Jude believed him instantly. Because Jobe wasn’t selfish. Would never betray him. Would never cross boundaries. That wasn’t who he was.

Jude rubbed a hand over his face slowly. “This is…actually bad.”

“I know.”

“You’re in love with my girlfriend.”

Jobe closed his eyes briefly. “Please stop saying it like that.”

Jude almost laughed despite himself.

Because somehow even now Jobe looked heartbroken. Like he’d already punished himself enough.

Then quietly Jude asked, “Did you confessed to her?”

Jobe looked horrified immediately. “Fuck no! What the hell?”

“Good to know”

“I’d never do such thing to you, I’m not a monster”

Jude nodded once. Because honestly? That was probably for the best.

For a while neither spoke. Just silence.

Then finally Jude sighed. “You know this changes nothing, right?”

Jobe looked at him with confusion, “What?”

“She’s still my girlfriend.”

The sentence hurt more than Jobe expected it to be, his heart squeezed, he looked down and he nodded anyway. “I know.”

“And you’re still my brother.”

That made Jobe look up.

Jude shook his head slightly. “I’m very annoyed right now”

“Fair enough”

“I kinda want to punch you.”

“Also fair.”

“But I know you didn’t choose this.”

And honestly? That sentence almost relieved something inside Jobe. Because he genuinely hadn’t. He never wanted this. Never asked for it. He would’ve rather fallen for literally anyone else. Anyone.

But feelings weren’t logical. And somehow somewhere along the way he had accidentally fallen for someone he absolutely shouldn’t have. And that hurts him so bad.

He’ll never admit how much he wished he’s the one on her side instead of Jude, how much he craves her attention and love, how much he adores seeing her smile, and all this just makes him feel like an asshole for mentally betraying his brother.

Jude stood up slowly and held out his hand.

“Get over it.”

Jobe blinked. “What?”

Jude smirked slightly. “She’s obsessed with me anyway.”

That finally earned the first real laugh Jobe had let out in weeks. “Shut up, fucker”

“I’m serious.”

Jude pulled him to his feet. “But also…”

His expression softened slightly. “You tell me stuff like this again before it eats you alive.”

Jobe nodded quietly.

Then muttered, “You’re handling this way too well.”

Jude shrugged. “You’re my brother and I know you’ll get over this just fine, I trust you”

And honestly? That somehow hurt and healed Jobe’s heart at the same time. Because maybe some feelings couldn’t be fixed. But family should still stay even through impossible things.

Jobe knew he’s gonna suffer for the next few months because of her being around him often it’s hard to move on her, but he was ready to step on his willing for his brother’s seek, he might succeed or fail, depends on who’s gonna win, his conscience or his attraction towards her.

[barcalover8fiction]

Summary: You lost your engagement ring.

Word Count: 1.3k

Lamine Yamal x Reader

Ever since Lamine Yamal proposed to her, the engagement ring almost never left her hand.

Not because of the price even though the ring was expensive enough to make anyone nervous.

But because of what it meant, Lamine had designed it himself. Every little detail. The shape. The tiny engraved initials hidden inside the band even the specific stone placement.

He spent weeks secretly working on it before the engagement party, refusing help from anyone because he wanted it to feel completely personal. Completely theirs.

‘There’s literally no other ring like this’, he had told her proudly after slipping it onto her finger that night. And he was right. That ring existed once in the entire world.

Which was exactly why panic completely consumed her the second she realized it was gone.

At first she thought maybe she’d simply left it in the bathroom or beside the sink or near the kitchen while cooking. Somewhere obvious.

But after twenty minutes of searching the entire house with growing panic twisting inside her chest, the ring was nowhere. Absolutely nowhere.

And the more time passed, the worse she felt because she already knew how much that ring meant to Lamine too.

He acted nonchalant most of the time relaxed and carefree, but when it came to her? And especially the engagement? He became strangely sentimental.

He had kissed her hand almost every day since putting that ring there. Sometimes just staring at it randomly with that smug little smile on his face.

‘My fiancée’, he’d say proudly whenever he noticed her wearing it.

So losing it? Felt horrible.

—-

By the time she started searching inside her car parked outside the house, she was genuinely close to tears. She had pulled everything apart already. The glove compartment. Her purse. Under the seats. Every tiny corner where the ring could’ve possibly slipped.

But nothing, and the worst part? Lamine would be home from training any minute.

She was halfway bent under the passenger seat searching desperately when suddenly.

“What are you doing?”

She jumped violently. Her head hit the side of the seat slightly as she spun around. And there he was.

Lamine stood beside the open car door still wearing his training clothes, bag hanging from one shoulder, curls messy from practice.

He looked confused. Slightly amused too.

Meanwhile her heart nearly stopped. “Oh…Lamine you’re back.”

Lamine laughed softly. “Why are you acting guilty?”

She immediately stood up too quickly and wrapped her arms around him tightly before he could look too closely at her face. “Hi.”

Lamine blinked once before hugging her back automatically. “…Hi?”

His hands settled comfortably on her waist but after a second he frowned slightly. Because something felt off immediately. Her hug felt tense. Nervous.

And the moment she pulled away, she avoided his eyes completely.

“What are you searching for?”, he asked.

“Nothing.”

Lamine stared at her for a second then glanced toward the completely destroyed interior of the car.

Seats moved forward. Bags emptied. Everything messy.

“Right”, he muttered. “Nothing.”

She laughed nervously and bent back down quickly to continue searching. Which only made him more suspicious.

Lamine slowly set his bag down near the car before stepping closer. “Hey.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re weird.”

“I’m not weird.”

Now he was definitely suspicious especially because she still refused to properly look at him.

Lamine reached down, gripping her jaw gently between his fingers making her look up at him. “What are you looking for?”

The softness in his voice almost made her crack immediately.

“I’ll help you.”

She swallowed hard. “It’s nothing.”

Lamine narrowed his eyes slightly and that’s when he noticed it, her left hand was empty. The ring finger bare.

His expression changed immediately not angry just suddenly serious.

“…Where’s your ring?”

Her stomach dropped quickly she pulled her hand behind her back. “It’s upstairs.”

Lamine stared at her silently then slowly raised an eyebrow. “You’re lying.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

His voice stayed calm which somehow made her even more nervous.

Lamine looked at her carefully for another second before sighing quietly then without another word, he took her hand and gently pulled her toward the house.

“Lamine-“

“Come inside.”

The moment they entered the house, he closed the door behind them and turned toward her fully now. Arms crossed. Expression unreadable.

“Tell me the truth.”

She stared at the floor silently then finally, “I lost it.”

The words came out small. Quiet. Guilty.

Lamine exhaled slowly through his nose and for a second the disappointment on his face genuinely hurt her chest.

Because she knew, she knew how important that ring was.

“I’ve been searching everywhere,” she admitted quickly.

“The house, the car, literally everything-“, Her voice started shaking slightly. “I don’t know where it went.”

Lamine stayed quiet for a moment and rubbed a hand over his face tiredly. “You lost the engagement ring I made for you.”

That sentence alone almost made her cry. “I’m sorry.”

And the second he looked properly at her face at the panic, the guilt and the fear sitting all over her expression, his frustration softened immediately. Because she already felt terrible enough.

Lamine sighed quietly before stepping closer. “Look at me.”

She looked up slowly and without another word, he leaned down and kissed her softly. Long enough to calm her breathing slightly.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested briefly against hers. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.”

“We’ll find it.”

“But-“

“We’ll find it”, he repeated more firmly.

Then he kissed her forehead once. “Stop panicking.”

The calmness in his voice made her chest ache. Because honestly? He had every right to be upset. But instead he was comforting her first.

—-

The next hour turned into chaos. Both of them searching absolutely everywhere. Under couches. Kitchen drawers. Laundry baskets. The bathroom.

Lamine even checked the trash bags while muttering, “If this thing disappeared forever I’m never emotionally recovering.”

Despite everything, that made her laugh weakly. “You’re dramatic.”

“I handcrafted romance for you. Of course I’m dramatic.”

Eventually they ended up back in their bedroom completely exhausted.

She sat on the floor near the bed looking defeated. “I actually lost it.”

Lamine crouched beside her immediately. “You didn’t.”

“But I did-“

“You’re overthinking, don’t do that”

Then suddenly his eyes narrowed slightly toward the bedside table. “…Wait.”

He leaned forward reaching behind the small cabinet beside the bed and froze. A second later he lifted the ring between his fingers. Silence.

Then she gasped loudly. “Oh my God you found it!”

Lamine stared at the ring dramatically for a second before looking at her. “You nearly killed us emotionally and it was just here?”

She practically threw herself at him immediately, hugging him so tightly he laughed breathlessly. “I thought it was gone forever!”

“You owe me ten years of peace after this.”

She laughed shakily into his shoulder while he slipped the ring carefully back onto her finger himself deliberately. Like the moment mattered all over again.

Then he lifted her hand and kissed the ring softly. His eyes met hers immediately afterward. “Don’t lose it again my love”

“I won’t.”

“I’m serious, I almost shit myself”

She laughed softly at him, “So am I.”

Lamine stared at her for another second before pulling her fully into his lap. Still holding her left hand carefully. Still staring at the ring like he didn’t trust reality yet.

Then quietly he muttered against her hair. “There’s only one of these in the world, and it belongs to you, only you, the love of my love, my fiancée, and my future wife”

Her heart melted instantly because the ring wasn’t what mattered most to him, It was what it represented. Her. Them. Forever.

And honestly? The way Lamine held her a little tighter for the rest of the night made her feel like the luckiest girl alive.

[barcalover8fiction]

Summary: Accidentally calling him boyfriend while he’s your fiancé now.

Word Count: 1.2k

Fermín Lopez x Reader

The engagement day still felt unreal sometimes. Not in a bad way.

Just in that overwhelming, heart racing way where she would randomly look down at the ring on her finger and remember that Fermín had actually gotten on one knee for her.

Fermín López. Her Fermín.

The same boy who got overly excited over tiny things, who talked with his hands when he got passionate, who pulled her into random hugs just because he walked past her in the apartment. Now is her fiancé.

It had only been a few weeks since the proposal, and honestly, she still wasn’t used to the word ‘Fiancée’.

It sounded too grown up. Too serious. Too unreal.

So sometimes she still called him her boyfriend out of habit.

Usually, Fermín corrected her immediately. Every single time.

The first time she did it after the proposal, he’d stared at her in complete disbelief.

“Boyfriend?”, he repeated.

She blinked innocently. “What?”

“You got amnesia?”

She laughed so hard she nearly fell off the couch while he grabbed her left hand dramatically and lifted the engagement ring toward her face.

“What is this then?”, he demanded.

And honestly? That became his thing afterward. Every time she accidentally said boyfriend, Fermín looked personally offended. Not actually upset.

Just deeply determined to remind her that she was stuck with him forever now. Which was exactly why the interview incident happened.

Barcelona had arranged a casual media day with some players and their partners. Nothing too formal just light questions, fun conversations, cameras everywhere. Today was Fermín and his girl turn for the interview.

Fermín was relaxed the entire morning. Very relaxed. Too relaxed, actually.

He kept leaning against her chair while the staff prepared the set, occasionally squeezing her shoulders absentmindedly or fixing her hair away from her face because ‘the cameras should see you properly’.

“You’re distracting”, she complained quietly while checking her makeup.

“You’re beautiful”, he said immediately, admiring her.

That made the makeup artist smile.

Fermín noticed and grinned proudly like he’d won something.

That was him. Open. Affectionate. Impossible to embarrass. Especially with her.

The interview finally started with both of them sitting side by side on a couch, knees touching because Fermín physically could not sit normally next to her.

The interviewer smiled warmly. “Okay, first question, who said ‘I love you’ first?”

“Me”, Fermín answered instantly.

She laughed. “That was too fast.”

“Because it’s true.”

“You literally panicked after saying it.”

“I did not panic.”

“You left my apartment immediately after.”

“That was tactical retreat.”

The interviewer burst out laughing while Fermín defended himself dramatically.

“It was a stressful moment”, he insisted. “I needed air.”

“You needed air?”, she repeated in disbelief.

“Yes! Because you stared at me for ten seconds without answering.”

“I was shocked!”

“You looked horrified.”

“I looked emotional!”

“You looked concerned.”

She shoved his shoulder while laughing and he nearly looked too pleased with himself afterward.

God. He loved making her laugh.

The interview continued like that for a while soft teasing, comfortable jokes, little touches every few seconds.

And honestly, Fermín looked completely in love. It was obvious in the way he kept staring at her when she spoke. Like he genuinely forgot cameras existed sometimes.

The interviewer smiled again after another question. “And how has engagement life been so far?”

She smiled. “It’s honestly not that different,” she admitted. “He was already basically my boyfriend-husband before.”

Fermín grinned proudly. “True.”

“But now”, she continued casually, “my boyfriend just became more dramatic than before.”

Silence.

The interviewer didn’t notice it.

But she did.

Because the second she said boyfriend, Fermín turned his head slowly toward her. Like he genuinely couldn’t believe what he’d just heard.

“…Boyfriend?”, he repeated.

Oh no. She immediately started laughing because she recognized that tone instantly. “I forgot again!”

“You forgot?”, he echoed dramatically. “Again?”

The interviewer laughed nervously. “Uh oh.”

“No no”, Fermín interrupted immediately, already reaching for her left hand. “We need to address this.”

She covered her face in embarrassment. “Fermín-“

“What?”, he said. “This is serious.”

The entire staff behind the cameras was already laughing because he looked genuinely determined now.

He lifted her hand toward the camera proudly, showing the engagement ring sparkling on her finger.

“Do you all see this?”, he asked dramatically. “Evidence.”

She was laughing too hard to defend herself properly.

“Baby”, he continued, turning toward her with disbelief written all over his face, “I planned a proposal for months.”

“I know!”

“I cried.”

“You did cry.”

“I picked a ring!”

“I’m aware!”

“And after all that”, he said, pointing at her accusingly now, “I’m still a ‘boyfriend’ to you?”

She was practically wheezing laughing at this point.

Fermín shook his head dramatically before suddenly lifting his own hand toward the camera too. “And look”, he said proudly. “I even got my own ring.”

That made her melt immediately. A simple band but her name was engraved on it, very clear, he’d insisted on wearing immediately after the engagement because, according to him, ‘If she has a ring, I want one too’

The interviewer smiled softly. “That’s actually adorable.”

“I know”, Fermín replied confidently.

She laughed again. “You’re impossible.”

“No”, he corrected, still holding her hand tightly. “I’m your fiancé.”

The emphasis he put on fiancé made everyone laugh again.

But honestly? The way he looked at her while saying it nearly gave her butterflies all over again.

Because beneath the teasing, beneath the dramatic reaction, there was something so genuine in his expression. Pride. Love. Excitement. Like he still couldn’t believe she’d said yes to him.

“You’re enjoying this too much”, she muttered.

“Of course I am”, he grinned. “I waited years for this title.”

“Title?”, she laughed.

“Yes. Promotion.”

The interviewer shook their head laughing. “Fermín really likes the word fiancé.”

“I love the word fiancé”, he corrected immediately. “Beautiful word.”

Then he looked at her again with the softest expression ever.

“Especially on her.”

Oh. That one hit directly in the chest.

And the annoying thing was that he didn’t even realize how smooth he sounded half the time. He was just honest. That’s what made it worse.

He leaned closer to her suddenly, looking deeply into her eyes, lowering his voice slightly even though the microphone absolutely still caught it.

“You’re my fiancée, get used to it faster I’m not your boyfriend, I’m almost your husband now”

Her face got even warmer instantly while the staff behind the cameras collectively reacted.

Fermín looked entirely too proud of himself.

“You did that on purpose”, she accused quietly.

“Yes.”

“At least he admits it”, the interviewer laughed.

“Always”, Fermín shrugged.

Then his fingers slid between hers naturally, thumb brushing over her engagement ring absentmindedly while the interview continued.

And every few minutes after that, he found an excuse to say it again.

‘My fiancée likes stealing my hoodies.’

‘My fiancée takes too long to get ready.’

‘My fiancée is lucky I’m patient.’

Each time sounding happier than the last.

By the end of the interview, she was fully convinced he was never letting the boyfriend mistake go ever again.

Especially when the cameras stopped rolling and he immediately pulled her into his lap without warning.

“You embarrassed me”, she complained weakly.

“You called me boyfriend.”

“Out of habit!”

He narrowed his eyes playfully. “Suspicious habit.”

She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Okay, fiancé.”

His expression softened instantly.

See? That was the thing about Fermín. He could go from dramatic to sweet so fast it gave her emotional whiplash.

“That sounds better”, he admitted quietly.

Then he kissed her forehead softly before adding, “I will never get tired of hearing it coming from your lips”, he said and kissed her lips not caring of who’s watching.

And honestly? Neither was she.

[barcalover8fiction]

Summary: Drink too much in a party, Pedri had to stop you from doing something crazy because you’re drunk.

Word Count: 1k

Pedri Gonzalez x Reader

The music in the club was loud enough to shake the floor.

Blue and red lights flashed across the room while players from FC Barcelona celebrated another big win. Laughter, shouting, and glasses clinking together filled the private section the team had rented for the night.

Everyone was in a good mood. Especially because the win had been important.

And of course, celebration nights like these always got a little chaotic.

Standing near the bar, Pedri watched the room with a small, relaxed smile. His arms were folded casually over his chest while he talked with a few teammates.

But every few seconds his eyes drifted toward one specific person. His girlfriend.

She was standing a few steps away with some of the players’ partners, laughing brightly while holding a drink in her hand.

Pedri sighed softly because he had already told her more than once.

‘Don’t drink too much tonight my dear, alright?’

He had said it before they even left the apartment. Not because he wanted to control her but because he knew her.

And the problem wasn’t that she drank often. The problem was that when she did drink, she got drunk extremely fast. And when she got drunk? Her personality turned into something completely different.

More dramatic. More emotional. More chaotic.

Pedri watched as she took another sip from her glass. His eyes narrowed slightly. “That’s her third one”, he muttered quietly more to himself.

Next to him, Ferran followed his gaze and chuckled. “You’re counting her drinks?”

Pedri rubbed the back of his neck. “…I have to.”

Ferran laughed. “She’s having fun let her drink man”

“Yes”, Pedri said calmly. “For now.”

Twenty minutes later, Pedri knew he had been right. Because now she was definitely drunk. Very drunk.

And the signs were obvious. Her laugh had gotten louder. Her movements less coordinated. And she had started talking to literally everyone in the room like they were her best friends.

Pedri watched from across the space as she dramatically clung to Lamine’s arm while telling him some random story.

Lamine looked both amused and slightly confused.

Pedri sighed. “Time to step in”

He started walking toward them when he arrived, she turned toward him immediately, smiling brightly.

“Pedri!”. Her voice was way too loud.

Pedri gently took her wrist. “Hi my love”

She leaned into him happily. “Did you see that goal earlier?!”, she said excitedly, even though the match had ended hours ago.

Pedri smiled patiently. “Yes, baby. I was there.”

She giggled like that was the funniest thing ever.

Lamine looked at Pedri and raised his hands. “I didn’t do anything promise”, he said quickly.

Pedri nodded. “I know.”

Then he looked back at her. “How many drinks did you have baby?”

She squinted at him. “Two.”

Pedri raised an eyebrow. “…Really.”

She nodded confidently. “Two”, Then paused. “…Maybe three.”

Pedri sighed, just as he expected.

“Okay”, he said gently. “Let’s sit down for a bit.”

But she shook her head dramatically. “Noooo, I’m having fun.”

Before he could react, she suddenly spun around and nearly lost her balance.

Pedri grabbed her arm immediately. “Careful.”

She laughed again, completely unfazed. “I’m fine!”

Except she clearly wasn’t.

Two minutes later she nearly tripped over someone’s foot. Pedri caught her again.

Three minutes later she tried to hug Gavi randomly while telling him how ‘adorable’ he looked. Gavi blinked in confusion while Pedri pulled her back.

“You’re too energetic when you’re drunk girl”, Pedri muttered under his breath. “This is getting out of control.”

She didn’t notice his growing frustration. Instead she suddenly spotted Ferran across the room and ran toward him. “Ferran!”

Pedri watched as she grabbed Ferran’s shoulders dramatically.

“You’re my favorite person tonight!”

Ferran looked over her shoulder at Pedri. “…Help.”

Pedri walked over quickly. “Alright”, he said calmly. “That’s enough.”

She pouted immediately. “Pedriiii.”

He crossed his arms. “You promised you wouldn’t drink too much.”

“I didn’t!”

“You’re hugging half the team.”

“They’re nice!”

Pedri pinched the bridge of his nose. Normally he was incredibly patient. One of the calmest people on the team but tonight, she was testing his limits.

Then she tried to wander toward the dance floor again.

Pedri grabbed her wrist gently but firmly. “No that’s enough”

His voice was calm. But decisive.

“We’re leaving.”

Her eyes widened. “What? No!”

“Yes.”

“Nooo!”

Pedri exhaled slowly then without another word he bent down, lifted her and threw her over his shoulder.

The room exploded with laughter. Fermín nearly chocked on his drink.

“PEDRI!”. She gasped dramatically. “PUT ME DOWN!”

Pedri started walking toward the exit like nothing was happening. “No.”

“You’re embarrassing me!”

“You were embarrassing yourself first.”

Behind them, Gavi shouted “Good luck tonight man!”

Pedri didn’t even turn around.

—-

The ride home was quieter. Mostly because she had gone from loud to sleepy very quickly.

By the time they reached the apartment, she was half asleep against him.

Pedri unlocked the door and carefully guided her inside. Once they were in the bedroom, he helped her sit on the bed.

“Little trouble”, he said gently. “Shoes off.”

She blinked at him lazily. “You’re mad at me.”

Pedri sighed softly. “A little.”

She looked guilty immediately. “I didn’t mean to I’m sorry”

He knelt down in front of her, he held her ankles in his lap to remove her shoes. “I know my love”

Once her shoes were off, he stood up again handing her a glass of water, “Drink some water.”

She obeyed quietly this time.

Pedri watched her for a moment then he brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

“You scared me a bit tonight”, he admitted softly.

Her voice was small. “Sorry.”

Pedri’s expression softened immediately. It always did when she looked like that.

He sat beside her on the bed. “Next time”, he said gently, “listen to me when I say three drinks is your limit darling”

She nodded. “I will.”

Then she leaned her head on his shoulder. “Took good care of me though.”

Pedri smiled faintly. “I have to, you’re my girl.”

She mumbled sleepily, “You’re the best boyfriend.”

Pedri shook his head amused. But he wrapped an arm around her anyway.

And despite everything that happened tonight, he couldn’t help smiling.

Because even when she was a chaotic drunk mess, he still loved her dearly and cared about her more than anything.

[barcalover8fiction]

Summary: He made it clear that he ain’t sharing his girlfriend with his older brother Jude Bellingham.

Word Count: 1.5k

Jobe Bellingham x Reader

Growing up as the younger brother of Jude Bellingham meant that Jobe had spent almost his entire life sharing things.

Clothes. Friends. Family attention. Football. Even comparisons.

It had always been Jude and Jobe. Together. People rarely mentioned one without the other.

And honestly? Jobe didn’t hate it because despite everything, Jude was still his brother. His best friend. The person he admired most.

But there was one thing Jobe never planned on sharing. His girlfriend.

—-

The first time Jobe introduced his girlfriend to his family, he had been nervous in a way he’d never admit out loud because his family’s opinions mattered to him deeply. Especially Jude’s.

But the moment she walked through the door everything became easy. Too easy.

His mother instantly adored her. His father treated her warmly like she had already been part of the family for years. And Jude? Jude clicked with her immediately.

Which at first made Jobe incredibly happy. Because seeing the people he loved get along so naturally felt perfect.

Dinner conversations became louder whenever she visited. Movie nights became funnier. Even family trips felt warmer with her around.

His mother started inviting her personally. His father joked with her constantly and Jude somehow became attached to her almost immediately.

At first it was harmless.

‘Can you help me pick between these shoes?’

‘Do you think this jacket looks stupid?’

‘Tell Jobe he’s wrong.’

Little things. Normal things.

Jobe laughed about it in the beginning because honestly It was nice seeing his girlfriend fit so naturally into his family. Especially because Jude usually kept some emotional distance from people outside the family circle.

But with her he was comfortable. Very comfortable. Too comfortable eventually.

—-

‘Can she come too?’

That sentence slowly became the thing Jobe started hearing more than anything. Any time Jude planned something, any time they went somewhere.

‘Invite her.’

‘Bring her.’

‘Tell her to come.’

At first Jobe didn’t care until it slowly stopped feeling like HIS relationship and started feeling shared.

—-

One evening, Jobe and his girlfriend had planned a quiet dinner date together. Just them. No family. No football. No interruptions.

She was sitting beside him at the restaurant smiling while telling him about something funny that happened earlier that week when suddenly her phone buzzed.

She glanced down and laughed softly.

Jobe immediately recognized the contact name. Jude. Again.

“What does he want now?”, Jobe muttered.

She smiled. “He’s asking if we want to meet him afterward.”

Jobe stared at her. “We’re literally on a date.”

“I know.”

“Then why is he asking?”

She shrugged lightly. “Because he likes spending time with us.”

Us. That word irritated him more than it should have.

—-

But the real problem started when Jude stopped acting like she was only Jobe’s girlfriend. Not intentionally. Not maliciously. That was the worst part.

Jude genuinely saw her as family. Like a younger sister. Like someone naturally included in his life now. Which meant boundaries slowly blurred without anyone noticing. Except for Jobe.

One morning proved that perfectly.

Jobe was still half asleep in bed beside her, one arm wrapped around her waist comfortably while sunlight filtered softly through the curtains.

Everything felt peaceful until the bedroom door suddenly opened.

“Oi.”

Jobe groaned instantly without even opening his eyes because he already knew. Jude. Of course.

“What now Jude? It’s still damn early”, Jobe muttered tiredly.

“I need help.”

“With what?”, his girlfriend asked sleepily.

Jobe’s eyes opened immediately. Not because of what she said because of the fact Jude answered her first.

“Come look at something for me.”

Jobe slowly lifted his head from the pillow in disbelief. “You really came into my room for this?”

Jude looked completely unbothered. “She’s better at this stuff than you.”

“She’s sleeping.”

“She’s awake now.”

Jobe stared at his brother for a long second that annoyed him even more because Jude acted like walking into their bedroom first thing in the morning was completely normal. Like her attention belonged to him too.

Eventually she got out of bed to help Jude choose between two jackets. And Jobe spent the next ten minutes lying there staring at the ceiling in irritation.

Because why was his older brother stealing his girlfriend before breakfast?

—-

Then came the clothes incident and that was when Jobe genuinely started getting angry.

They had all planned to go out together one evening. She came downstairs wearing a fitted dress that honestly looked stunning.

Jobe noticed immediately and before he could even say anything-

Jude frowned. “You’re going out wearing that?”

The room went quiet.

She blinked. “What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s too short.”

Jobe immediately looked at his brother. Excuse me?

She laughed awkwardly. “It’s literally just a dress.”

Jude crossed his arms slightly. “I’m serious, you can’t go out like this”

And somehow what bothered Jobe most wasn’t even the comment itself It was the fact Jude said it before he did like he had some right like he was protective over her too.

Jobe stared at his older brother for a long second that night and for the first time something ugly twisted in his chest. Because suddenly it didn’t feel harmless anymore.

After that, Jobe noticed everything.

Every little thing. How Jude always sat beside her. How he texted her constantly. How he asked for her opinion on almost everything. How naturally he included her in his daily life.

And worst of all? How she answered him so easily because she genuinely cared about him too.

One night finally pushed Jobe over the edge. They were all sitting together in the living room after dinner when she mentioned casually that one of her male friends invited her to an event.

Before Jobe even reacted, Jude spoke first. “You’re not going alone with him.”

Jobe’s head snapped toward him immediately. And this time? Something inside him finally snapped too. “Fuck no.”

The room went quiet instantly.

Jude blinked. “What?”

Jobe sat forward slowly, eyes locked on his brother now. “You need to stop this shit.”

Jude frowned slightly. “Stop what?”

“Acting like she’s your girlfriend too.”

Silence. Complete silence. Even she looked surprised.

Jude stared at him. “What are you talking about?”

Jobe laughed once under his breath clearly not amused. “You’re always there”

His voice stayed calm but surely frustrated. “You need her attention twenty four seven.”

“That’s not true.”

“You literally walk into our room in the mornings.”

“Because I need help sometimes.”

“And why are you the one commenting on her clothes?”

Jude opened his mouth slightly then stopped. Because honestly? He didn’t even realize how it looked.

Jobe stood up now, clearly irritated. “She’s my girlfriend”, His voice became firmer. “Mine alone”

The possessiveness in his tone made her heart race slightly.

Jude stared at him carefully now finally understanding. “You think I’m trying to-“

“No”, Jobe interrupted immediately. “I know you’re not.”

And that was true Jobe knew Jude loved her like family. Not romantically. But still It felt too much.

“I know you care about her”, Jobe admitted more quietly. “But sometimes it feels like you forget she’s MY relationship.”

The room stayed silent for a moment.

Then Jude sighed softly. “…i didn’t realize I was overdoing it.”

Jobe rubbed a hand over his face tiredly. “You were.”

Jude glanced toward her awkwardly. “Sorry.”

She smiled softly. “It’s alright.”

Then Jude looked back at his younger brother finally laughed slightly. “You’re jealous of your own brother.”

Jobe immediately answered without shame. “Yes I am”.

That honest answer made everyone laugh quietly even Jude. Because honestly? Jobe had never hidden how protective he was over the people he loved. And her most of all.

Jude stood up and patted his shoulder once. “Relax.”

Jobe narrowed his eyes. “I’m serious.”

“I know”. Jude smirked slightly.

“I’m not gonna share her with you, at least not her so get your shit together Jude”

Jude laughed, “Chill, chill she’s yours have her”

Jobe looked toward his girlfriend and when she smiled at him softly from the couch, the jealousy in his chest finally eased a little.

Because no matter how close Jude became to her at the end of the day she sleeps in his bed at night.

[barcalover8fiction]

Summary: The ‘current boyfriend’ prank on Jules

Word Count: 1k

Jules Koundé x Reader

Everyone around FC Barcelona knew one thing about Jules Koundé that he loves teasing people. Especially his girlfriend. It was constant.

Little comments whispered in her ear just to make her flustered. Random pranks. Stealing her phone and changing the wallpaper. Pretending not to hear her when she called him. Acting dramatic over tiny things just to annoy her.

And the worst part? He always looked so proud of himself afterward. Like he genuinely believed he was the funniest person alive.

Which, unfortunately for her sometimes he actually was. But after months of suffering through his teasing, she finally decided enough was enough.

It was time for revenge and she found the perfect opportunity for it.

—-

The interview setup was elegant and relaxed. Soft lights. Two chairs. Cameras already rolling.

It was one of those couple interviews for the club’s social media where players sat with their partners and answered questions together.

Jules looked completely comfortable the entire time. One arm resting casually behind her chair. Leg crossed over the other. Relaxed smile on his face.

Meanwhile she sat beside him pretending to listen carefully to the interviewer while secretly planning his downfall.

The interviewer smiled warmly. “You two seem very close.”

Jules glanced toward his girl immediately. “Unfortunately, yes.”

She elbowed him lightly.

The interviewer laughed. “She deals with you well then.”

“She has no choice”, Jules replied casually.

She narrowed her eyes slightly. See? Exactly why he deserved what was coming.

The interview continued smoothly. Questions about football. About fashion. About their relationship.

Jules answered most of them with his usual calm confidence. And honestly? Half the time he wasn’t even paying attention to the interviewer. He kept looking at her instead admiring her openly like he always did especially whenever she laughed.

At one point the interviewer asked, “What’s your favorite thing about Jules?”

She smiled softly. “He’s caring.”

Jules smirked immediately. “Write that down.”

She rolled her eyes. “He’s also annoying.”

The crew laughed.

Jules looked genuinely happy beside her. Relaxed. Completely unsuspecting.

Which made what happened next even better.

The interviewer flipped to another question card. “Alright”, she said with a smile. “Describe your relationship in one sentence.”

Jules leaned back comfortably. Easy question. He was already smiling while waiting for her answer.

She looked thoughtful for a second then said sweetly, “Jules is my current boyfriend.”

Silence. For exactly two seconds.

At first Jules kept smiling automatically still looking at her fondly then suddenly his expression changed. His smile faded. His eyebrows pulled together.

And finally his head turned toward her properly. “…Current?”

The interviewer blinked. The camera crew looked confused.

Meanwhile she kept the most innocent expression possible. “Yes.”

Jules stared at her. “What do you mean current boyfriend?”

The interviewer laughed nervously, thinking maybe it was joking.

But Jules was very clearly not joking anymore. He sat up straighter immediately. “Wait.”

He held a hand toward the interviewer. “Stop for a second.”

The interviewer looked surprised. “Uh-“

“No, seriously”, Jules turned fully toward his girlfriend now. “What the hell does current boyfriend mean?”

She blinked innocently. “Well…you’re my boyfriend currently.”

Jules stared at her in disbelief. “Currently?”

“Yes.”

The interviewer was trying not to laugh now.

Meanwhile Jules genuinely looked offended.“Are you planning to replace me or something?”

She shrugged dramatically. “Who knows what the future holds?”

Jules’ jaw dropped slightly. “Excuse me?!”

The crew behind the cameras started laughing quietly. But Jules ignored everyone completely.

He was fully focused on her now. “You better explain yourself.”

She bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing too early. “What?”

“You know exactly what”, He pointed at her dramatically. “Current boyfriend sounds insane.”

“It does?”

“Yes!”, He looked at the interviewer briefly.“Doesn’t that sound insane?”

The interviewer laughed helplessly. “A little bit.”

Jules looked back at her immediately. “So?”

She tried staying serious. “I don’t see the issue.”

“The issue is that I’m expecting to stay your permanent boyfriend.”

The frustration in his voice mixed with genuine confusion made her want to laugh even harder especially because he looked so deeply offended.

Jules leaned closer slightly. “You’re joking, right?”

She shrugged again. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?!”

Now he looked genuinely annoyed. Not angry. Just stressed. And honestly a little jealous.

Which almost broke her completely because for someone normally so calm and composed, Jules suddenly looked personally attacked.

“You cannot say things like that on camera”, he muttered.

“Why not?”

“Because people are going to think I’m getting replaced next week.”

The interviewer laughed loudly now.

And Jules pointed toward the cameras again. “Look, they’re laughing too.”

She finally cracked a small laugh escaped first then another. And suddenly she couldn’t hold it anymore.

She bent forward laughing while Jules stared at her suspiciously.

Then realization hit him. His eyes narrowed immediately. “…You’re pranking me.”

She nodded while laughing. “Yes.”

Jules leaned back against the chair slowly.“Oh my God.”

The relief on his face was immediate. He ran a hand over his face dramatically. “I almost had a damn heart attack.”

She laughed harder. “You should’ve seen your face.”

“My face?!”, He pointed at himself in disbelief. “You basically announced my replacement during an interview.”

The crew was laughing openly now even the interviewer had tears in her eyes from trying not to laugh.

Meanwhile Jules shook his head slowly before looking back at her. “Never do that again to me, you hear me?”

She grinned. “Why?”

“Because I didn’t like it”, His tone stayed playful but there was honesty underneath it too.

He reached for her hand immediately afterward, intertwining their fingers tightly then added quietly enough that only she could hear, “I’m serious.”

Her smile softened instantly. “Were you really worried?”

Jules looked at her for a second then scoffed softly. “Of course I was worried.”

That answer gave her butterflies immediately because underneath all his teasing and confidence he really cared.

Jules squeezed her hand gently. “You’re evil for doing that by the way.”

She smiled proudly. “Learned from the best.”

And honestly? He couldn’t even argue with that.

[barcalover8fiction]

Summary: posting with another man while he was in another country was a big mistake.

Word Count: 1k

Jobe Bellingham x Reader

Being away from each other was the part of football that Jobe Bellingham hated the most. Training camps. Away matches. Long flights.

Different countries every other week. It was exciting for everyone watching from the outside, but for him? Sometimes it just felt lonely. Especially lately.

Because the longer he stayed with Borussia Dortmund, the harder it became leaving her behind every few weeks.

He never admitted it openly to his teammates but he missed her constantly when he traveled.

The random texts. Her voice in the apartment. The way she waited for him after matches. Even stupid things like stealing his hoodie annoyed him less now when he was away.

So before leaving for the match abroad, he had hugged her tightly near the airport entrance and muttered against her hair, “I’m only gone three days.”

She laughed softly. “You’re acting like you’re leaving for war.”

“I might die.”

“No you won’t.”

“You’ll miss me though.”

She smiled. “Obviously.”

And somehow that answer stayed in his head the entire flight.

—-

The match itself went perfectly. Jobe played well. The team won. The stadium was loud, cameras flashing everywhere while Dortmund celebrated on the pitch after the final whistle.

His teammates were still hyped in the locker room afterward. Music blasting. Players shouting. Someone spraying water everywhere.

Meanwhile Jobe sat at his locker with his phone finally back in his hands after media duties. The first thing he did was open Instagram because she always posted after his matches.

Usually something supportive. A picture watching the game. Or a message saying she was proud of him.

So he opened her story automatically. And immediately froze. The smile on his face disappeared completely.

On the screen was a picture of her sitting inside a café. Smiling brightly and beside her sat a guy. Not just in the background either but close posing with her. Both smiling at the camera comfortably.

And the caption? ‘Unexpected coffee hangouts are the best 🤍’

Jobe stared at the story for a long second then another. His jaw tightened slightly.

The locker room noise around him suddenly faded into the background. Because all he could focus on was that guy sitting beside his girlfriend while he was in another country.

He clicked through the story again. Maybe he was overreacting. Maybe it was an old friend or maybe family member but the way they looked comfortable together immediately annoyed him especially because he had never seen that guy before.

And even worse? She hadn’t mentioned him once.

Jobe exited the story immediately and pressed call. The phone rang twice before she answered.

And instantly her excited voice filled his ear. “Jobe! Oh my God, you won!”

Normally hearing her this happy would’ve made him smile immediately but not tonight.

The first thing out of his mouth was: “Who’s that guy?”

Silence. Then confusion. “…What?”

“The guy in your story.”

Another pause, realization hit her. “Oh.”

Jobe leaned back against the locker, rubbing his jaw. “So?”

She laughed softly, clearly not understanding why he sounded upset. “He’s just a friend.”

“A friend.”

“Yes.”

Jobe stared at the ceiling for a second. “Since when?”

“I met him recently.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me?”

She frowned slightly on the other side of the call. “Jobe, it’s not serious.”

“Then why am I finding out through Instagram?”

That question made her pause because honestly? He had a point.

Meanwhile Jobe’s teammates were still celebrating loudly around him, but he barely noticed anymore. His mood had completely shifted.

“I wasn’t hiding it”, she explained softly. “He’s just someone I became friends with.”

Jobe sighed heavily. “You posted him smiling next to you in a café while I’m in another country.”

“And?”

“And it annoyed me”. His honesty surprised even himself but he was too irritated to pretend otherwise.

“I just finished a match and opened my phone hoping to see something about me…”, His voice softened slightly. “And instead I see some random guy making my girlfriend smile.”

That sentence immediately made her expression soften because underneath the jealousy he mostly sounded hurt. And lonely.

“You know he’s just a friend.”

“I know now.”

“But?”

Jobe leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “But I hate finding things out like this.”

There was silence for a moment then he admitted quietly, “I got jealous.”

Her heart softened immediately at the honesty in his voice. Jobe wasn’t the type to play games emotionally. If something bothered him, eventually he said it directly. And right now he clearly sounded affected.

“Seeing you there with another guy while I’m stuck here alone…”, He sighed softly. “It made me miss you more.”

That sentence instantly took away most of the tension because suddenly she could picture him exactly how he was right now.

Still in his training clothes. Tired after the match. Sitting alone with his phone. Missing her.

She smiled softly despite herself. “You’re dramatic.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know.”

Jobe rubbed a hand over his face. “Next time just tell me before posting something like that.”

She laughed lightly. “Why?”

“Because that shit ruined my mood after winning.”

That finally made her laugh properly and hearing her laugh instantly softened him too.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“No”, Jobe muttered, “you are.”

Then after a moment he added more quietly,“Especially when I’m away from your country and can’t even come see you right now.”

The possessiveness hidden in that sentence gave her butterflies immediately. honest jealousy mixed with missing her terribly.

She could practically hear the pout in his voice.“He really is just a friend.”

“I know.”

“Promise.”

Jobe stayed quiet for a second before nodding to himself. “Alright”, then immediately added, “But I still didn’t like it.”

She smiled softly. “Jealous?”

“Very.”

That answer came way too fast which only made her laugh again.

Jobe finally smiled a little too hearing it. Then he leaned his head back against the locker. “I miss you.”

The irritation in his voice had faded now replaced by exhaustion and affection.

“I miss you too.”

“Good”, He smiled slightly. “Don’t post any more café boyfriends tonight.”

She laughed loudly. “He’s not my café boyfriend.”

“Better not be, cause I was about to take a flight right now to kill that motherfucker”

And somehow even through the phone his jealous little muttering gave her butterflies for the rest of the night.

[barcalover8fiction]

Summary: His older brother treated you badly as a joke but Pedri almost fight with him for her.

Word Count: 1.1k

Pedri González x Reader

Ever since Pedri introduced his girlfriend to his family, she had somehow become part of them almost immediately.

His mother adored her completely.

Every week she called Pedri asking the same thing. ‘Are you bringing her?’

Not ‘are you coming’. Not ‘how are you’.

Always her first, and honestly? Pedri never minded.

Because seeing his family love his girlfriend that much made him secretly happy. Very happy.

Lunches at his parents’ house became normal for them. Quiet family dinners. Movie nights even random afternoons where his mother forced food onto both of them while his father talked about football with him.

And of course there was always Fernando González, Pedri’s older brother.

Fernando usually got along with her perfectly. He teased Pedri constantly, laughed with her during dinners, and sometimes even teamed up with her against Pedri just to annoy him.

Which was exactly why she knew Fernando was the perfect person to help her with the prank.

The idea started as a joke.

Pedri had spent the last two weeks teasing her nonstop and every single time he sat there afterward smiling innocently like he done nothing.

So eventually she decided to actually get revenge on him. And who better to help than Fernando?

—-

Two days before the family dinner, she secretly called him.

Fernando answered almost immediately. ‘What did my little brother do this time?’.

She laughed quietly. ‘Why do you automatically assume he did something?’.

‘Because you only call me privately when you’re plotting’.

‘Fair enough’.

Fernando laughed. ‘So what’s up?’

‘I need help pranking Pedri’.

‘Oh, I’m listening’.

She explained the idea quickly. At first Fernando laughed so hard he almost dropped the phone. ‘You want me to act like I suddenly hate you?’

‘Exactly’.

‘This is evil’.

‘But funny’.

Fernando thought for exactly two seconds. ‘I’m in’

—-

The next evening, Pedri drove them to his parents’ house like always. One hand rested casually on the steering wheel while the other stayed over hers most of the drive.

Relaxed. Happy. Completely unaware.

“You know my mom already texted me twice asking where you are”, he muttered with a smile.

She laughed. “She likes me more than you.”

“That’s actually true”, Pedri leaned over briefly at a red light and kissed her forehead.

And suddenly she almost felt bad about what was about to happen. Almost.

The moment they entered the house, Pedri’s mother immediately hugged her warmly. “There she is!”

“Told you she’d come”, Pedri said.

His father greeted them happily too.

Everything felt normal until Fernando walked into the kitchen.

Pedri smiled immediately. “Finally.”

Fernando looked at him then at her and simply nodded once. No smile. No greeting.

Pedri blinked. “…Hi?”

Fernando grabbed a drink from the fridge casually. “Mm”, Then walked away.

The room went quiet for a second.

Pedri frowned slightly. “That was weird.”

She shrugged innocently. “Maybe he’s tired.”

Pedri looked confused but let it go. At first.

Dinner started normally enough. Mostly.

Pedri sat beside her while his parents talked about random things happening around the city.

But Fernando stayed strangely cold the entire time. Whenever she spoke he interrupted. Whenever she joked he barely reacted. And when she asked him something directly? He answered with one word replies.

Even Pedri’s mother started noticing. “Fernando”, she said carefully, “what’s wrong with you tonight?”

“Nothing.”

Pedri frowned again because this wasn’t like his brother at all.

Then the prank escalated exactly as planned.

At one point she told a story about getting lost while shopping earlier that week.

Pedri laughed immediately. “Because she refuses to ask people for directions.”

Fernando suddenly muttered, “Not surprising obviously.”

The table went quiet briefly.

She bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself laughing.

Pedri looked at his brother. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Fernando shrugged casually. “Nothing.”

Pedri’s eyes narrowed slightly now for the first time, irritation appeared on his face.

Still controlled. Still calm. But noticeable.

A few minutes later she purposely sent a message to Fernando, ‘Go further’.

Fernando almost smiled then leaned back in his chair. “You talk a lot tonight.”

Pedri head snap up. “What?”

Fernando ignored him, eyes on her. “Every five minutes there’s another story.”

Pedri stared at his brother in disbelief. Even his parents looked shocked now.

“Fernando”, his mother warned quietly.

“What?”, he replied innocently.

Pedri’s jaw tightened slightly. The tension around the table suddenly became obvious.

And honestly? She started realizing maybe the prank was working a little too well because Pedri looked genuinely upset now.

Still Fernando kept going.

At one point she accidentally dropped her fork while laughing.

Fernando sighed dramatically. “Careful. You’re making a mess now in our house.”

That was it Pedri immediately put his glass down harder than intended. “What the fuck is wrong with you tonight?”

The room went completely silent.

Fernando blinked at him innocently.n“What?”

“Why are you acting like this?”

“I’m not acting any way.”

“Yes you are”, Pedri looked genuinely angry now because it bothered him seeing his brother disrespect his girlfriend in front of him and in front of everyone. “She didn’t do anything to you.”

Fernando shrugged. “I just said she talks a lot.”

“So what?”. Pedri leaned forward slightly. “You’ve been rude to her all night.”

Even his father looked surprised now because Pedri almost never snapped during family dinners. But tonight? His patience was clearly gone.

Fernando opened his mouth again.

But Pedri cut him off immediately. “No seriously, stop talking for a second.”

His voice stayed calm but firm enough that everyone froze. “What’s your problem?”

Fernando looked like he was trying not to laugh now meanwhile she felt her heart beat watching Pedri defend her so quickly because despite how gentle and quiet he usually was the second someone hurt her? Everything changed.

Pedri turned toward her briefly. “You okay my love?”

That question alone almost made her crack because he looked genuinely worried about her feelings.

That’s when guilt finally won, she burst out laughing first.

Pedri blinked in confusion. “What?”

Fernando immediately lost it too, laughing loudly beside them.

And suddenly realization hit Pedri. His eyes narrowed slowly. “…No way”

She covered her face laughing harder. “Pedri-“

“No”, He pointed between both of them immediately. “You’re lying.”

Fernando laughed so hard he leaned back in his chair. “It was her idea!”

Pedri stared at them in disbelief then looked at her. “You planned all this?”

She nodded while laughing helplessly. “With Fernando.”

For a second Pedri just sat there silently then he dropped his head into his hands dramatically. “Oh my fucking God.”

His mother started laughing too now. “I knew something was strange.”

Pedri looked back up at his brother, “You’re actually crazy for teaming up on me with her this way.”

Fernando grinned proudly. “She asked for help.”

“And you agreed immediately?!”

“Obviously.”

Pedri looked back at her now, still annoyed, still shocked but mostly relieved.

Because now he realized she hadn’t actually been hurt and his brother hadn’t suddenly become horrible overnight.

She reached for his hand under the table gently. “Sorry for pranking you”

Pedri stared at her for another second before sighing deeply. “You’re both are brats.”

“But you defended her”, Fernando teased immediately. “Very fast too.”

Pedri rolled his eyes hard. “Shut up, she’s my girl of course I’ll defend her”

She smiled, moved by his protectiveness, she leaned closer to kiss his cheek softly.

He still squeezed her hand tightly and put his other hand on her thigh under the table. He leaned down to whisper to her, “Lucky for you we’re in my parents house otherwise I would have fucked you right on the table for pulling such pranks on me with my brother, we’ll talk about this when we gets home”

[barcalover8fiction]

Visca el Barca y visca Catalunya ✨🥳🫶💙❤️

[barcalover8fiction]

Summary: you wore Gavi’s jersey to the El Clàsico between Real Madrid and FC Barcelona, and seeing his girl wearing his rival’s jersey made his blood boil.

Word Count: 1.1k

Jude Bellingham x Reader

The atmosphere around El Clàsico always felt different. Louder. Sharper. More intense.

Even hours before kickoff, the stadium buzzed with tension as fans in white and blue red filled opposite sides of the stands with chants and flags.

Tonight’s match between Real Madrid and FC Barcelona had the entire football world watching.

And somewhere among the crowd sat Jude Bellingham’s girlfriend. Usually on his match days she wore neutral colors. Sometimes one of Jude’s jackets. Sometimes his jersey. At the very least something that showed she supported him.

But tonight? Tonight was different. Because stretched across her shoulders was a Barcelona jersey.

Not just any jersey Pablo Gavi’s name was printed clearly across the back.

—-

The tunnel beneath the stadium was loud with movement. Players adjusted tape around their wrists, bounced on their heels, and focused before walking out.

Meanwhile Jude Bellingham stood near the front of the line beside his teammates. Focused. Calm. At least on the outside.

As always, before entering the pitch, his eyes instinctively searched the crowd. He always looked for her first. Always. Sometimes she waved first.

Sometimes she blew him a kiss. Sometimes she just smiled at him from her seat. It had become routine. Comfort. A small moment before chaos.

The referee signaled for the players to walk out. The stadium exploded into noise. Cameras flashed everywhere.

Jude stepped onto the pitch under the blinding lights, immediately scanning the stands automatically. Then he found her. And for a second he smiled. Until he saw the jersey. His smile disappeared instantly completely.

The white of his own team’s kit suddenly felt heavier against his skin while his eyes locked onto the bold Barcelona blue and red colors wrapped around her body.

Then his gaze dropped lower. ‘GAVI 6’.

His jaw tightened immediately. The muscles in his face visibly shifted. For a second he genuinely thought he was seeing wrong. But no there it was clear as day.

His rival’s jersey. His enemy team’s player. And not just any player. Gavi.

Jude stared at her from across the pitch.

She noticed instantly and the second their eyes met. She knew because his expression changed so fast. No smile. No warmth. Just disbelief. Then irritation.

The referee’s whistle blew sharply before Jude could react any further. The match started. And he had no choice but to focus. But the image stayed stuck in his head the entire game.

Every time the ball went out near her side of the stadium, his eyes drifted toward the stands again. And every single time he saw it. That jersey. That name.

His girlfriend sitting there proudly wearing another man’s shirt during his match. Against his team. It drove him insane.

Especially because the cameras noticed too. At one point during the first half, the stadium screen briefly showed her celebrating a tackle from Barcelona.

The crowd laughed. Some fans cheered. Others whistled jokingly.

Jude saw it all and his frustration only grew. His tackles became sharper. His movements more aggressive.

Even Vinícius Junior noticed. “Relax”, Vini muttered at one point during a break in play.

Jude exhaled heavily through his nose. “I am relaxed.”

He absolutely was not.

By the time the final whistle blew, Jude was exhausted and irritated.

The match had been brutal. Tense from start to finish.

Players exchanged handshakes, cameras crowded the pitch, fans screamed from the stands.

Normally after matches Jude waved toward her immediately. Tonight he didn’t. Instead, while walking off the pitch, he looked straight toward her section. Their eyes met again.

And this time his expression was unreadable then, very subtly, he mouthed: ‘Stay’.

Just one word. Firm. Direct. Before disappearing down the tunnel.

Her stomach tightened instantly. Because she knew that look, she fucked up. And she knew he was angry. Very angry.

—-

Almost an hour later, after most fans had left the stadium, security escorted her through the restricted hallways beneath the arena.

The noise from outside had faded now. Only distant voices and footsteps echoed through the corridors.

Her heartbeat felt louder with every step. When she finally reached the locker room hallway she saw him immediately.

Jude was standing near the entrance with his arms crossed, still wearing part of his training gear after showering. His damp curls clung slightly to his forehead.

And the moment his eyes landed on her his jaw tightened again. Especially when he looked at the jersey still on her body.

The security guards quietly left them alone. Silence filled the hallway for a moment.

Then Jude finally spoke. Low. Controlled.

“Take the fucking jersey off.”

Her breath caught slightly at the tone. Not yelling but worse because he sounded genuinely upset.

“Jude-“

“No”, He cut her off. “Don’t even start.”

She swallowed nervously. “It’s just a jersey.”

“Just a jersey?”

He laughed once under his breath. Sharp and disbelieving of how much she’s underestimating the situation. “You wore another man’s name to my damn match.”

“It’s not like that.”

“It literally is”. His eyes dropped to the name again. “Gavi? Really?”

He shook his head slowly. “You seriously just wore Gavi’s jersey?”

She crossed her arms slightly. “It’s his football.”

“And I’m your boyfriend.”

His voice stayed calm but the jealousy underneath it was impossible to miss now.

“You sat there wearing my rival’s shirt while watching me play against them.”

“It was supposed to be funny.”

“Well it wasn’t funny to me at all.”

Silence fell between them again.

Jude looked away briefly before speaking again. “You know what pissed me off the most?”

She stayed quiet.

“You know I always look for you first.”

Her expression softened slightly.

“And the first thing I saw was another player’s name on you.”

The honesty in his voice sounded raw more than the anger because underneath all the irritation he genuinely sounded hurt.

Jude stepped closer again until there was barely space between them. “I had to spend ninety minutes looking at that.”

His eyes stayed fixed on hers now. “You’re my girl.”

The possessiveness in his voice made her heart race.

“And you walked into my stadium wearing his name.”

She looked down briefly then quietly admitted, “…I didn’t think it would upset you this much.”

Jude scoffed softly. “How could it not? I have feelings too”

She finally reached for the hem of the jersey slowly.

Jude watched her carefully. Still tense. Still jealous.

And when she pulled the Barcelona jersey over her head, revealing the plain shirt underneath something in his expression softened slightly for the first time that night.

He took the jersey from her hand immediately. Looking down at the name one last time with visible annoyance. Then he tossed it onto a nearby bench.

“Fucking hell finally”, he muttered. “Much better.”

She couldn’t help the small smile that appeared. “You’re a really jealous man.”

Jude stepped forward again instantly. One hand resting against her waist. “Of him?”. He looked down at her seriously. “Absolutely”

He grabbed her jaw making her look up at him, “You and I will talk more about what you did when we get back home, get ready for it”

[barcalover8fiction]

Summary: If you forget to wear your wedding ring and men hit on you thinking you’re single.

Word Count: 1.3k

Raphinha x Reader

The first time Raphinha noticed it, he didn’t think much about it. They had just finished a small interview together after one of FC Barcelona’s matches. Nothing serious.

Just one of those relaxed media moments where players sat beside their wives or girlfriends and answered funny questions for the club’s social media.

Raphinha had his arm resting comfortably behind her chair while the interviewer talked. At some point during the interview, the camera zoomed slightly toward their hands. And that was when he noticed her left hand. Bare. No ring.

At first he simply frowned for a second. Maybe she forgot it at home. Maybe she took it off for skincare or washing her hands and forgot to wear it again. It happened so he ignored it completely.

But then it happened again. And again. And again.

Dinner dates. Events. Club gatherings. Interviews. Walks outside.

Her hand stayed empty no wedding ring.

Meanwhile Raphinha still wore his every single day without fail. He tried convincing himself it wasn’t important. A ring didn’t define their marriage. He trusted her.

But what really started bothering him wasn’t the missing ring itself. It was what happened because of it. People assumed she was single. And unfortunately men noticed her a lot.

—-

One afternoon they had gone out together for coffee after training.

Raphinha had stepped away for less than five minutes to answer a call outside the café but when he returned a man was already talking to her. Smiling and leaning casually against the table.

She looked polite but uncomfortable.

Raphinha immediately understood what was happening. The man glanced at him when he approached. Then noticed the way Raphinha naturally rested a hand on the back of her chair. “Why are you talking with my wife? Do you know her?”. Rapha said his jaw flexing tight.

Only then did the stranger hesitate. “Oh- no I thought she might be single, sorry man.”

Raphinha nodded once. “Just leave.”

The man left quickly afterward.

Raphinha sat down beside her calmly but his eyes immediately dropped toward her hand again. Still no ring. He stayed quiet that time because the words of the man ‘I thought she’s single’ kept coming to his mind and that was not a good sign for him.

—-

Another day it happened at a restaurant. Then again at a shopping center. Then outside a hotel after a match.

Every single time someone flirted with her and every single time Raphinha noticed the same thing. No ring in her hand.

Eventually even some teammates started joking about it. One evening after training, Lamine laughed when another fan approached her while Raphinha was paying for something nearby.

“You need to stop leaving her alone man, girl got some real attraction on her.”

Raphinha forced a small smile. But inside? It annoyed him more than he wanted to admit.

Not because he didn’t trust her. He did. But because it felt wrong. She was HIS wife and somehow the world kept treating her like she wasn’t married.

—-

The thing that finally pushed him over the edge happened during a club event. Players, staff, and families were all gathered together in a large venue after an important win. Music played softly. People talked and laughed around elegant tables.

Raphinha had left briefly to speak with one of the coaches and when he came back he saw a man talking to her again. Older. Clearly flirting.

The man smiled too much. Leaned too close.

And then Raphinha noticed something that immediately tightened his jaw. The man’s eyes flicked toward her left hand. No ring. Of course he thought she was single.

Raphinha walked shoved the glass of wine he was holding to the hands of Frenkie who was standing next to him, walking to his wife and his expressions weren’t good.

Lewandowski who noticed what happened quickly followed him to stop him if he decided to do something crazy.

Rapha’s arm slid around her waist pulling her behind him.

The man froze instantly in confusion.

Raphinha looked at him, “She’s my wife.”

The man looked embarrassed immediately. “Sorry-…”

But before Rapha could talk again Lewandowski clapped him on the shoulder and pulled the man away with him.

It wasn’t fine. Not anymore.

—-

That night when they returned home, the apartment felt strangely quiet.

She took off her heels near the couch while Raphinha loosened the buttons of his shirt, his jaw still tight and clear frustration in his eyes.

Normally after events like this they relaxed together immediately. But tonight he was quiet. Too quiet.

She noticed. “What?”

Raphinha leaned against the living room table with crossed arms. “Why don’t you wear your ring anymore?”

The question caught her off guard. She blinked. “What?”

“Your wedding ring.”

She looked down at her hand instinctively. “Oh.”

Raphinha watched her carefully. “That’s all?”

“I just forgot it.”

“You forget it every day.”

She frowned slightly. “It’s not a big deal.”

Raphinha looked away for a second before speaking again. “It is to me”. He continued quietly, “Every time we go somewhere, men hit on you.”

“That’s not my fault.”

“I know it’s not your fault.”

His voice stayed calm but there was frustration underneath it now. “They think you’re single.”

She sighed softly, “Rapha-…”

“No, listen.” He interrupted her and stepped closer now fixing her with his gaze. “I ignored it at first.”

She stayed quiet.

“But it keeps happening”, His eyes dropped briefly toward her empty finger. “And every time I see another man trying to flirt with MY wife because she looks unmarried…”. He paused then admitted quietly, “I get so damn jealous.”

Her expression changed immediately at the honesty in his voice. Raphinha rarely admitted things like that so openly. He was usually composed. Protective, yes but calm. Now he looked genuinely bothered.

“I wear mine every day”, he continued gentler this time . “Because I’m proud to be married to you.”

She looked down slightly.

“And lately it feels like you don’t care about showing that anymore.”

“I do care.”

“Then wear it for god’s sake”. His voice wasn’t harsh. Just firm.

“Respect our marriage please.”

That sentence hit her harder than she expected because suddenly she realized this wasn’t about jewelry to him. It was about what it represented. About being proud of belonging to each other. About commitment. About respect.

She stepped closer slowly. “I wasn’t trying to disrespect you.”

“I know.”

“I just genuinely forgot sometimes.”

Raphinha sighed softly. “But now it’s become a habit.”

She looked up at his face carefully and finally noticed how much this had actually been bothering him. Quiet hurt.

So she reached for his hand gently. “I’m sorry my love”

Raphinha looked at her silently.

Then she added softly, “I didn’t realize it affected you that much.”

“It does.”

She nodded slowly. “Okay, I’ll wear it everyday from now on, I won’t forget it”

His shoulders relaxed slightly for the first time that evening.

“And not because you told me to”. She squeezed his hand gently. “But because you’re right, I should have known that this is bothering you”

Raphinha looked at her then finally pulled her closer by the waist. Resting his forehead briefly against hers. “I hate seeing other men think they have a chance with you.”

A small smile appeared on her lips. “They definitely don’t.”

Rapha closed his eyes remembering all the men who approached her, “You don’t know how much I wanted to fucking punch those fuckers who were flirting with you each time it happened, I swear to god I almost lost my mind”

His arms tightened around her, pulling her more in his grip. “Don’t forget your ring anymore or I’ll start making you pay each time I get jealous in my own way”

At the end of the day, all he really wanted was for the world to know what he already did. That she was HIS wife. No one is even allowed to think of her as a single woman anymore.

[barcalover8fiction]

Summary: He didn’t like when his wife’s attention isn’t on him, so when you were talking with another teammate he regained your attention his way.

Word Count: 968

Frenkie De Jong x Reader

The media room at the training ground of FC Barcelona was unusually lively that afternoon.

The club had organized a casual interview segment for their social media channels, something fun, relaxed, and a little different from the usual football questions.

Three chairs were placed in front of the cameras.

On the left sat Frenkie, tall and relaxed, leaning slightly back with that calm, with the easygoing expression he always carried. In the middle sat his wife, invited as a special guest for the segment. And on the right was his teammate, Koundé, who had been joking with the crew even before filming started.

The host smiled toward the camera. “Today we have a special interview. Frenkie, Jules, and Frenkie’s wife are here to answer some fun questions about football, friendship, and life off the pitch.”

Frenkie gave a small polite smile.

Jules leaned forward enthusiastically.

And she waved cheerfully.

The cameras started rolling.

At first everything was perfectly normal. The host asked easy questions ‘who was the funniest teammate’, ‘who had the worst fashion sense’, ‘who was always late to training’.

Jules answered most of them with dramatic gestures, making everyone laugh.

She laughed easily too. That was just her personality. Warm. Expressive. The kind of person who talked with her hands and leaned closer when she laughed.

Normally Frenkie loved that about her but today something was different.

Because as the interview went on, she started leaning toward Jules more and more. Every time he said something funny, she would lightly tap his arm while laughing. Once she even pushed his shoulder jokingly when he teased Frenkie about his quiet personality.

“See?”. Jules said with a grin. “Even she agrees.”

She laughed again, placing her hand briefly on Jules’ forearm while shaking her head.

Frenkie’s smile stayed on his face. But his eyes flickered slightly. It wasn’t that he was angry.

Frenkie almost never got angry. But something small started forming in his chest. A little knot of annoyance. Jealousy.

He shifted slightly in his seat. His knee nudged hers under the table. A silent signal.

She didn’t notice.

The host asked another question. “Who is more competitive between you two?”

She answered before Frenkie could. “Oh definitely Frenkie”, she said with a grin. “He acts calm but he hates losing.”

Jules laughed loudly.

“Really? I thought he was the chill one.”

She leaned closer to Jules again while explaining. “No, no, he’s quiet but inside he’s very competitive-“

Her hand lightly touched Jules’ shoulder while she spoke.

Frenkie’s eyebrow twitched. Still smiling. Still calm but his fingers tapped once against his thigh.

He tried again. This time he gently placed his hand on the back of her chair. Another silent hint, ‘Come closer’.

She didn’t notice again. Because Jules was telling another story now, something about training that had her laughing so hard she leaned sideways toward him.

Her hand landed on his arm again.

Frenkie exhaled slowly through his nose.

The camera crew didn’t notice anything.

But Jules definitely did.

He glanced at Frenkie for a split second.

And saw the look. Not angry. Just…increasingly annoyed.

It made Jules grin slightly, ‘Oh this was interesting’.

The host continued. “Okay next question-who gives the best advice?”

She immediately turned toward Jules again. “Oh Jules actually helped me once with-“. Her hand reached for his shoulder again while she explained something animatedly.

And that was the moment Frenkie’s patience finally snapped. Not dramatically. Not loudly. Just very firmly.

Without saying a word, he suddenly slid his arm around her waist and pulled her sideways in one smooth motion right into him.

The movement was gentle but completely decisive.

She let out a small surprised gasp as she ended up practically tucked against his side.

The room went quiet for half a second.

Jules blinked.

The host blinked.

The camera crew tried very hard not to react.

Frenkie kept his arm around her waist like it had always belonged there. His expression was calm. But there was something very clear in his body language. ‘Mine’.

She looked up at him, confused. “Frenkie?”

He finally spoke, his voice soft but slightly pointed. “You were sitting too far away.”

The way he said it made Jules choke on a laugh.

She looked between them. Then realization slowly spread across her face. “…Oh.”

Her lips curved into a small amused smile. “You were jealous.”

Frenkie immediately shook his head. “No.”

Jules snorted. “You definitely were.”

Frenkie shot him a look. Still calm. But definitely warning.

The host quickly tried to continue the interview. “Okay! Next question-“

But she was still smiling now, clearly entertained. She shifted slightly so she was sitting comfortably against Frenkie’s side. Her hand rested lightly on his arm.

“Oh,” Jules said teasingly. “So now you want attention?”

Frenkie looked straight at the camera. “I always had her attention.”

Jules laughed loudly. “She was literally holding my arm five seconds ago!”

Frenkie’s grip around her waist tightened just slightly. “Not anymore.”

The room burst into laughter.

She shook her head affectionately, leaning closer into him. “You’re unbelievable.” But her fingers threaded naturally through his.

And this time she didn’t lean toward Jules again.

Frenkie relaxed almost immediately. The small tension left his shoulders. His thumb absentmindedly brushed against her hand while the interview continued.

Jules noticed. Of course he did. And after a moment he leaned slightly toward the host and whispered dramatically, “For the record, I think I almost got subbed out of this interview.”

She laughed again.

But this time her head rested lightly against Frenkie’s shoulder while she did.

And Frenkie? He looked perfectly calm again. Like he always did except now his arm stayed firmly around her waist for the rest of the interview. Just in case she forgot where she belonged.

[barcalover8fiction]

Summary: Before Fermín could have the courage to confess his feelings for her, Gavi took her from him.

Word Count: 1k

Fermín Lopez x Pablo Gavi x Reader

She had always been his best friend. The kind of friend who knew exactly how he liked his coffee, who could tell when he was stressed even through a phone call, who had been there through his ups and downs since before everything became serious with football.

They used to spend hours talking about stupid things. About life. About his matches.

About her random stories that somehow always made him laugh.

So when she asked if she could come watch one of his training sessions one day, Fermín didn’t hesitate.

“Of course”, he had said, smiling. “But don’t blame me if the training is boring.”

She laughed softly. “With you there? Impossible.”

That smile of hers had always done something strange to his chest.

Something he didn’t want to think too much about. But that strange feeling became even stronger the day she met the rest of the team.

Because everyone liked her immediately. And she liked them too. Especially one of them. Pablo Gavi

At first it was harmless. They all hung out together after training sometimes. Going to cafés, joking around, playing games on their phones.

She fit naturally into the group. Too naturally.

And that was when Fermín started noticing things he hadn’t before. How her eyes sparkled when she laughed. How she always touched his arm lightly when she talked. How soft her voice became when she was tired.

He started noticing everything. And that’s when it hit him. Hard. He liked her.

Not just as a friend. Not just as the girl he called when he was bored. But really liked her.

The realization scared him at first because their friendship meant everything to him. But little by little, that fear started turning into courage.

He started thinking maybe…just maybe…she could feel the same way. After all, they spent so much time together. They talked every day.

Sometimes late into the night. Sometimes about nothing. Sometimes about everything.

And every time she laughed at one of his jokes or looked at him with those soft eyes of hers, Fermín felt his confidence grow a little more.

He was going to tell her. Soon. He just needed the right moment. And that moment almost came one afternoon after training.

They were all sitting in the locker room, relaxed and joking around. She was there too, sitting beside Fermín on the bench while scrolling through something on her phone.

Gavi suddenly stood up dramatically. “I have an announcement to make”, he said.

Pedri rolled his eyes. “Why do I feel like this is going to be stupid?”

But Gavi just grinned. “I have a girlfriend.”

The room immediately exploded with teasing.

“No way!”, Lamine said.

“Who?”, Ferran asked quickly.

“Poor girl!”, Frenkie joked.

Fermín laughed along with everyone else. Until Gavi said the next sentence. “It’s her.”

And then he pointed. Right at Fermín’s best friend.

The world seemed to stop. For a second Fermín thought he had heard wrong.

But then she looked up, smiling shyly, and nudged Gavi’s arm. “Stop making it dramatic.”

The room filled with whistles and cheers.

Pedri clapped Gavi on the shoulder. “Congrats!”

Someone else started joking about how long it would last.

But Fermín barely heard any of it. His chest felt tight. His smile froze on his face. Because suddenly everything made sense. The way they had been teasing each other lately. The way she laughed at Gavi’s jokes. The way they sometimes walked a little closer together than usual.

And the worst part was, she looked happy. Really happy.

Fermín forced himself to laugh along with everyone else. “Wow…”, he said lightly. “Didn’t see that coming.”

Gavi grinned proudly. “You approve, right man?”

Fermín nodded quickly. “Of course.”

But inside, something hurt. A lot. Because the girl he had been building the courage to confess to, was now his teammate’s girlfriend.

After that day, things slowly started changing.

Before, she used to call him almost every evening. Now the calls became less frequent.

Before, they used to hang out just the two of them sometimes. Now it was usually with Gavi too.

Before, she used to text him random things during the day. Now the messages were shorter. Not cold. But different.

And Fermín noticed every little change. Every single one.

One afternoon they were all sitting in the players’ lounge after training. She was sitting beside Gavi on the couch. Too close. Her head resting lightly against his shoulder while they laughed at something on his phone.

Fermín was sitting across the room with Pedri. But his eyes kept drifting back to them. To the way Gavi’s arm was around her. To the way she looked up at him while smiling.

‘That should have been him’. That thought came before he could stop it. He quickly looked away.

Pedri noticed immediately. “You okay, Hermano?” he asked quietly.

Fermín nodded. “Yeah.”

But Pedri raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been staring at them for five minutes.”

Fermín forced a small laugh. “I wasn’t staring.”

“Sure.”

Pedri watched him for a moment then his expression softened slightly. “You had a thing for her, didn’t you?”

Fermín froze. For a moment he didn’t answer. Then he shrugged lightly. “Maybe.”

Pedri sighed quietly. “That sucks.”

Fermín nodded once. “Yeah.”

Across the room she suddenly looked over. Their eyes met for a brief second. She smiled warmly at him. The same smile she had always given him. But now it felt different. Now it hurt.

He smiled back anyway. Because what else could he do?

She was happy. And Gavi was his teammate. His friend.

So Fermín did the only thing he could. He buried his feelings deep inside. He joked with them like nothing was wrong. He smiled when they teased each other. He congratulated them again when people brought up their relationship.

But every once in a while…When he saw them holding hands or when she laughed at something Gavi said or when she leaned her head against his shoulder again…

That quiet thought returned. ‘That should have been him’.

And the worst part was…He would probably keep loving her anyway. Even if he had to do it silently.