#joao felix

[linesfromlondon]

how i feel rn because there’s too many fine men on this planet to only choose one:

[piecredheart]

Going Out At 12 AM Prank

Summary: You decided to prank your boyfriend and see how he would react to you leaving late at night.

A/N: Prank inspired by @chriskeverian on TikTok. My Request Are Open. Please Follow, Like, And Reblog.

Lamine Yamal -

Lamine was half asleep on the couch when he heard your bedroom door open. At first he didn’t pay attention but then he looked up. And immediately sat straight up. You were fully dressed with your hair and makeup done. And in a cute outfit with a matching purse. You looked like a goddess but then he checked the time seeing it just struck midnight.

“…Amor where are you going?” You looked at your phone casually. “Oh, I’m going out.” “Out?” “Yeah.” Lamine checked the clock again and seeing its 12:03 AM. His brain visibly stopped working.

“OUT WHERE?” You shrugged. “Just meeting someone.” The silence was deafening. “Someone?”“Yeah.” Lamine immediately stood up. “Who is this someone?” You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing.

His eyes narrowed then he spotted your phone recording. “…You’re annoying sometimes.” You burst out laughing hugging Lamine as he wrapped his arms around you. “I almost had a heart attack.”

Pedri -

You called out to Pedri from the bathroom saying you were about to head out. Pedri looked up from his book then looked at you. And he looked at the clock and back at you.

“Why are you dressed like that?” You smiled innocently.“I told you I’m going out.” “Now?” “Yep.” Pedri blinked.“It’s midnight.” “I know.” “Well are you meeting anyone or are you going to be alone?” You pretended to think. “Hm.” Pedri immediately closed his book.

“Don’t do that.” “Do what?” “Don’t ‘hm’ me.” You laughed and his suspicion grew. “You’re filming this.”You failed to hide your smile and Pedri sighed.

“I knew it.” Then he grabbed your hand and pulled you onto the couch. “Sit down.”

Gavi -

The moment Gavi saw you he froze. You looked absolutely amazing which was the problem because it was midnight.

“Where are you going?” “Out.” “No.” “No?” “No.” You stared and stared right back at you. Which was hard because you tried not to laugh.

Gavi pointed toward the window. “Do you not see how dark it is outside?” “Yes.” “Then why are you dressed like that?” You immediately lost it and Gavi groaned.

“You’re pranking me.” “Maybe.” “I knew it.” He absolutely did not.

Joao Félix -

Joao was scrolling through his phone when you walked into the room. His jaw dropped as you stood infront of looking gorgeous. Then his brain processed the time and he saw it was 12:01 AM.

“Meu bem?” “Yeah?” “Where are you going?” You picked up your purse. “Out.” Joao frowned.

“With who?” “A friend.” “A friend?” “Yes.” He just stared at you while you put on your heels. Then João stood up.

“No.” You laughed. “What do you mean no?” “I mean no.” “You can’t tell me no.” “I can when it’s midnight and you’re looking like that.”

You couldn’t even finish the prank because you were laughing too hard. Let’s just say Joao just dragged you into bed with him.

Richard Ríos -

Richard looked genuinely confused. He wasn’t angry or jealous just simply confused.

“Did I forget something?” “What?” “A party?” “No.” “A birthday?” “No mi amor.” You laughed a bit. He looked at your outfit then at the clock.

“Then why are you dressed like that?” “I’m going out.”“Oh.” A pause. “Wait.” You started laughing. “You’re setting me up.” “How?” “There’s no way this is real.”And he was absolutely correct.

Kylian Mbappe -

Kylian immediately noticed the second you walked downstairs. “Princesse.” You smiled. “What?” “You look beautiful.” “Awe thank you.”

Then he looked at the clock. And he could see it was 12:07 AM. The compliments now disappearing from his mind.

“Where are you going?” “Out.” His eyes narrowed.“Out?.” “Yes.” “At midnight?” “Yes.” “Without me?”

You nodded and Kylian stood up. “No.” You burst out laughing. “No because now I know this is a prank.”“How?” “Because if you were actually going somewhere, I’d already know.”

And is Kylian wrong here? No, no he is not.

Virgil van Dijk -

Virgil was too calm it was suspicious. He was lying down on the bed as you walked onto the room. You were fully dressed and ready to go.

“Hey.” Virgil looked up. “Hi.” “I’m heading out.” “Okay.”You froze. “Okay?” “Yeah.” You blinked. “You’re not gonna ask where?” “No.” “What if it’s dangerous?”“You’ll tell me if it’s dangerous.”

You just stared at him laying down eyes still on the tv. The prank was failing miserably then Virgil smiled. “You’ve been standing there waiting for me to react for thirty seconds.” He laughed at your surprised reaction.

“I got you.” As he laughed pulling you into bed with him.

Memo Ochoa -

Memo looked up from the kitchen with his coffee nearly hitting the floor.

“Wow.” You smiled. “Wow?” “You look beautiful.” You grinned as you picked up your purse.

“I’m heading out.” Memo checked the clock then checked it again. Because he was believing you were leaving at 12:04 AM.

“…No you’re not.” You almost laughed. “Yes I am.” “No.”“Why not?” “Because it’s midnight.” “So?” Memo crossed his arms. “So where are you going?”

“Out.” “With who?” “A friend.” Memo immediately looked offended. “A friend gets to see you looking like that at midnight and I don’t?” You burst out laughing and the realization hit him.

His eyes narrowed. “You really scared me.” “Got you.”Memo shook his head while laughing. Then pulled you into a hug.

“For the record, you do look very cute.” “Thank you.” “But if you ever do that again, I’m checking your purse first.” You laughed so hard you nearly dropped your phone.

[sof1rs]

𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗂 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 ❪ 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅 💌 ❫ 𝗃𝗈𝖺̃𝗈 𝖿𝖾́𝗅𝗂𝗑 ❤︎ 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉.

explaining something while frustrated

"não, meu amor, that’s not what i mean.”

joão drags his hand down his face, already halfway through explaining whichever football rule you asked about. 

he’s clearly getting frustrated with the topic itself, words coming out faster and faster. except, every time he looks at you his expression seems to soften.

“listen, meu amor, if the defender is here—“ he points at the screen in front of you two, sighing dramatically. then immediately reaches over to squeeze your knee.

“you’re making me work today.” but despite the complaint, he starts the explanation all over again from the beginning.

his arm around your seat

the movie’s been playing for twenty minutes and joão hasn’t watched a second of it.

his arm is stretched lazily along the sofa behind you, fingers brushing your shoulder whenever you move. it’s not possessive, really, it’s just there.

often, you glance over and catch him already looking at you. his lips twitching into a smile before he looks back over to the television as if he’s been paying attention the whole time.

when he’s tired and keeps saying “mhm”

“and then she said she wasn’t even talking about me, which is absolutely ridiculous because—“

“mhm.”

you look over and see joão sprawled across the bed, one arm thrown over his eyes. he’s clearly seconds away from falling asleep from a long day at practice, but he’s somehow still listening.

“did you hear anything i just said?”

“yeah”

“okay… what did i say?”

he shifts his arm just enough to peek at you. “something about someone annoying you.” pause. “come here.”

you laugh softly as he makes room for you besides him right away.

taking his time while kissing you

the conversation somehow seems to fade away between one smile and the next.

joão's hand settles against your jaw, his thumb brushing your cheek as he leans in closer. there isn’t any rush to it. no impatience, no urgency.

he pauses for a second, eyes flicking down to your lips before meeting your again—giving you every oppourtunity to pull away. but when he finally kisses you, it’s slow and unhurried. smiling against his mouth.

putting on and taking off your heels

“lift your foot, amor.” 

you blink and put your phone down.

joão is already kneeling in front of you, one hand resting on your ankle as he fastens the strap of your heel. 

you laugh and ask what he’s doing, but he just shrugs. “helping.”

the entire time, he keeps looking up at you. not at the shoe, not at the buckle, at you.

later that night when the two of you are back home, he crouches down once again to undo the straps. “better?” he asks quietly while sliding the heels off your feet.

you nod with a soft smile and his grin comes immediately.

“good, meu amor.”

first joão fic and i'm a bit nervous that this is going to flop because of how dead football blr is 🙃 but overall i enjoyed writing this because i love joão so freaking much my dada since 2022 💓 i hope you all enjoy this !

[savinggracee]

request for cute fluff where the reader is rage-baiting lamine yamal! <33 love ur writing

pairing: lamine yamal x reader

summary: the best part of your day is ragebaiting your boyfriend..

warnings: none! thank you for requesting i hope you like, this is also ridiculously short and lazy i apologize 😖

it was quiet.

too quiet.

according to you, after a two hour long worldcup match lamine should be jumping with joy. but no, instead? He just laid beside you dead to the world.

it was only eight pm! no way you’d let him go to sleep that early. so you took matters into your own hands.

“lamine..” you whispered, hovering over his back as he rested on his stomach.

no answer.

“baby.” you spoke, louder this time, leaning down toward his ear as you squeezed his arm.

“mmh..” lamine hummed in response, eyes closed.. breathing even. still after he lied and told you he was ‘just resting his eyes’

“get up!” you whined, body laid on his shoulder blades as you whispered in his ear continuously.

“i’m up—“ lamine mumbled, opening his eyes and blinking away sleep as he felt weight lift off of his back and finding home on the opposite side of the bed.

“you lied.” you spoke dramatically, watching him sit up.

“‘m sorry..” he slumped into your lap, reaching for your hand.. for a boy so tough on the field he sure was clingy.

“wait.. i have a question.” you started, hands finding his curls.

lamine already prepared himself, he knew you were in that mood. “what.”

“so— when you were getting the ball why didn’t you kick it into the goal?” you asked, hiding a smile.

suddenly you left a poke in your side— causing you to squirm, a couple blinks and somehow he was ontop of you, tickling you like his life depended on it.

“ow! lamine stop!” you laughed, out of breath.

“why didn’t you just push me off huh?” lamine mocked, letting up slightly so you could actually talk.

“i can’t!” you breathed out, for only a second because he started tickling you again.. he just loved seeing you laugh, even if that mean putting you through misery.

this was definitely his payback.

[niki-phoria]

i've never wanted anything so bad / i've never wanted anyone so bad

(gn reader / comfort / 1k words) when joão stays up all night overthinking, you're there to drag him back to bed

♫⋆｡♪₊˚ paramore - adore

JOÃO FÉLIX HADN’T MEANT TO LET IT GET THIS BAD. he rolls onto his back, letting out an annoyed sigh as he stares up at the ceiling. moonlight dances across the room almost mockingly. its silver glow is anything but welcome in the dead of night. even against the white paint covering the walls, all he can see is his failure. all he can think about are his mistakes. 

joão drags his hands against his face almost agonizingly. sweat has gathered at his temples from the stress. he wants to claw a way out of his own skin. he wants to turn back time and change his mistakes. he wants to forget. 

he pushes himself to sit up, tugging his knees to his chest in the process. joão steals a glance at you in the darkness. you’re half-sprawled across the mattress, entirely relaxed. your chest rises and falls in a steady pattern with each breath. you twitch occasionally, jumping or scrunching your nose in your dreams. you look peaceful. despite himself, joão smiles softly. 

slowly, he slips out of bed. the tile flooring is cold beneath his bare feet. you barely stir. joão tugs the blankets up ever so slightly until they cover your shoulders. 

he wanders down the hall, pacing almost aimlessly through the kitchen to grab some water before he finally settles onto your couch. joão folds over, resting his elbows against his knees. his fingertips press against his temples, willing his budding headache to disappear. willing his mind to stop racing for just a second. 

joão sits there for so long chills run down his spine. goosebumps arise against his bare biceps. his back aches and his feet go numb. he simply closes his eyes, squeezing them shut as tight as he can. 

“joão?” he startles at the sound of your quiet voice cutting through the silence. it breaks him from his trance, forcing him back to reality. 

light from your phone filters through the hallway. your feet drag along the floor slightly, stumbling the way you only do when you drag yourself out of bed too early for work in the mornings. he squints at your figure in the darkness. you’re wearing one of his t-shirts — he can tell by how it drapes across your frame. your phone is angled at the floor, using its low light to illuminate the pathway ahead. it’s a photo of the two of you: joão’s arm draped across your waist as you leaned against his chest, both of you basking in the miami sunshine during a rare day off. 

joão reaches out to grab your wrist, gingerly guiding you around the coffee table until you drop on the cushions beside him with a low huff. he chuckles softly to himself. you let your eyes close once again, eagerly leaning your head against his shoulder. he welcomes you eagerly, pulling you in until your head is pressed against his chest, just over his heartbeat.

“what are you doing out of bed?” he whispers. 

“woke up ‘n you were gone,” you mumble back. the words slur together at the ends, syllables mashing into each other. joão’s smile falters ever so slightly. he brushes a hand against your back in apology, curling around your side. you nuzzle yourself even closer to him in return. “i was worried. you have training early tomorrow.” 

joão smiles softly, if not a little sad. you had his schedule memorized almost better than your own. games were saved onto a shared calendar, practice regimes were followed almost religiously, you even had alarms set so you could watch the matches no matter the time. it was just like you to be so selfless. 

“sorry,” joão finally says. he had interrupted your sleep, after all. “i couldn’t sleep.”

you shift at that. you push your head up slightly, blinking at him in the darkness. joão isn’t sure if you can make him out or not but he holds your gaze all the same. “do you wanna talk about it?” 

joão lets a deep sigh escape him. his eyes flutter shut for a few seconds as he leans his head against the back of the couch. his shoulders are stiff, carrying the weight of his team — his country. his head was starting to hurt from how fast his thoughts were racing. 

finally, he shakes his head softly. “no,” he says. “not really.” 

“okay,” you nod. your eyes must have adjusted, joão thinks. you raise a hand to gingerly cup his face, brushing your thumb against his cheek. your fingertips trace against the edge of his cheekbone, trailing along the features you loved so dearly. joão lets his eyes flutter shut. he leans against your hand, letting the warmth settle over him. “we don’t have to talk. but will you come back to bed, at least?” 

it shouldn’t feel as daunting as it does, but the prospect of reliving his failures in his dreams makes joão tense slightly. you notice immediately. you reach over to take his hand into your own. he takes a deep breath when your fingers trace over his knuckles. your movements settle after a moment, giving him space to feel the warmth of your skin against his own. 

joão nods. he interlaces your fingers together, offering your hand a gentle squeeze. this time, he’s the one who uses your phone to guide you away from the couch and down the hallway to your bedroom. 

you settle into bed almost immediately with joão following quickly. he plugs your phone into its charger and sets it on your bedside table before crawling in beside you. you make quick work of intertwining your bodies together. your legs tangle beneath the sheets. joão’s hand slips beneath the hem of your stolen t-shirt to trace miscellaneous shapes against your bare skin. 

the weight is still there. pressure still claws at him from all sides. their expectations don’t disappear. 

but you shuffle closer to him across the mattress, closing the distance between your bodies. you wrap him into your hold like it’s second nature. like he belongs. you rake your fingers through his hair when joão hides his face into the crook of your neck. you lean in, pressing a feather-light kiss against his forehead as he settles, finally relaxed enough to drift off into a peaceful sleep. 

and for once, the noise in joão’s head quiets. 

notes: please leave feedback if you enjoyed!! disclaimer that i know next to nothing about football but i've been keeping up with the world cup (and joão) so here we are, inspired by an interview i saw where he talked about not being able to sleep well, lmk if you guys want to see more of him or if i should stick to f1

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[flan4franny]

cannot wait for the fútbol fanfics to come back since it’s the world cup again 😫😫

[nepoxyy-s]

Miscommunication with João Félix, you accidentally overhear him talking with his friends and misinterpreted what he said and etc IDK

The third one?

masterlist

summary: you overheard your boyfriend talking with his teammate about.. a prettier one?

warnings: angst? fluff. kissing

a/n: thank you soo much for your requests!! I dont really know joao or have watched a lot of videos exposing his character so I hope this wasnt too much out of character!! lmk what are you thoughts, my first angst and I feel like it isnt really but yeah.. its so short too.. sorry!!! send more requests! I take everything!

english is not my first language so excuse any spelling mistakes

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you and joao have been together for almost a year now. Joao often invited his teammates home, they would stay in the living room etc.

you woke up to loud sounds coming from downstairs, voices and walking sounds.

"yeah no shes way more prettier."

your eyes widened, you recognized joao’s voice. your boyfriend’s voice. was he talking about another girl? your breath hitched. you walked out of your bedroom and sat on the stairs, listening. maybe you misheard.

"right, way more than the third one."

your stomach twisted. your eyes widened again, you were joao’s third girlfriend and everyone knew it. your eyes teared up slowly, you hand went to your mouth to prevent any sounds.

"you should change."

a teammate added. it was enough. you stood up from the stairs and walked down, not even caring about how you looked. when you made your way to the living room, everyone was staring, guilty smile on their lips, you could swear joao hide his phone when you arrived.

"hey amor"

he said carefully, walking around the couch to hug and kiss your forehead softly.

"what were you talking about? am I interrupting something?"

you asked, pushing him away with your hand, palm flatening against his chest, he let you do so.

"strategy, football you know."

you looked toward his teammates who nodded instantly.

"okay.."

you said turning around to walk to the kitchen to make a coffee, joao followed you there.

"meu amor.."

he said as he hugged you from behind, chin going to your shoulder

"something wrong? did we wake you?"

you shrugged

"nothing. get off.. its already hot enough."

you said pushing him away with your back, he let go, pouting.

"okay.. I love you."

he said looking at you. leaning against the counter, next to you trying to catch your eyes.

"yeah.. me too"

you nodded and he walked back to the living room.

—

a week passed of you pushing him away, telling him you were not in the mood.

It was after dinner, you were on the couch, reading a book. He just finished washing the dishes as he flopped into the couch, next to you, his knee touched yours and you directly moved yours away.

"Y/N, amor."

you ignored him, turning the page to next page.

"Y/N. listen to me."

he said grabbing your book, tossing it aside, his hand found your knee, his thumb rubbed slow half moons there.

"whats wrong? its been a week since you ignore me and.. push me away everytime I want to touch you.."

"its nothing."

you said avoiding his eyes, eyes already tearing up.

"Y/N tell me, even if its dumb even if it was a dream, amor tell me. please I cant bare even thinking about another minute with you being mad at me.."

his free hand, slid under your chin so you looked at him. you met his eyes, they searched yours instantly, pleading.

"its just.."

he nodded along, not talking, letting you as much time as you needed. your eyes started to tear up.

"last time when your teammates came home.. you talked about. about me. I know it joao, you want to switch girlfriend."

his eyes widened, a smile tugging at his lips, he tried to hold back a laugh but failed. he brushed a strand of hair behind your eat, his hand staying on your jaw.

"amor.. we werent talking about you— I mean yeah kind off. but not like that. amor I love you more than anything."

"then what were you talking about huh? tell me joao. say it."

"a ring. they helped me choose a ring. a promisd ring."

his eyes softened, his thumb caressing your cheek. your eyes widened and your lips turned up at the corner, you hesitated.

"what? a promise ring?"

he nodded, chuckling and pulling you closer.

"sim, amor. for our one year anniversary. that was supposed to be a surprise but you-"

you cute him off by kissing him, pouring all that week of starving in it.

"Im so relieved.. I thought you were gonna leave me.. dont ever do that okay?"

he chuckled and nodded, leaning in to kiss your lips softly again

"youre my only one and will be forever."

he added against yours lips, making you smile.

[47foden]

heyy, i love all of your fics so much!! can you put me on the taglist for lamine, joão, and jobe? also i really liked your insta soft/hard launch for lamine and jude, could you do one for joão?

instagram soft&hard launching - j. felix

soft launching:

hard launch:

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i added you to all the taglists! tysm for requesting, also i will be posting more fluff and things soon. so sorry, i’ve been very busy lately.

don’t forget to join my taglist(s) here!

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