haii oki so f!reader and joão get into an argument over something dumb then he makes it up to u all fluff sum cute etc.
୨ৎ ─ FIVE MINUTES (AND A LITTLE BIT OF YOU)
[ FEATURING ] ― joao felix
[ TAGS / WARNINGS ] ― f!reader , fluff , argument , established relationship , teasing , soft angst to fluff , making up , ice cream date , domestic comfort
it starts over something stupid. embarrassingly stupid.
you don’t even remember how it escalated so fast.
one minute you’re arguing about whether he actually said he’d “be five minutes” or “five more minutes,” and the next you’re standing there with your arms crossed, staring at him like he’s personally ruined your entire day.
“i did say five minutes,” joão insists, leaning back like he’s completely unbothered, even though his voice has that edge that means he definitely cares.
“no, you didn’t,” you shoot back immediately. “you said that like twenty minutes ago. that’s not five minutes, that’s—math.”
he blinks at you slowly. “math?”
“don’t start.”
that gets a tiny reaction out of him. the corner of his mouth twitches like he’s trying not to smile, but he holds it in, stubborn as ever.
the silence stretches.
you turn away first, because if you don’t, you’re going to laugh, and you’re still committed to being annoyed for at least another five minutes out of principle.
behind you, you hear him sigh. soft. dramatic. very him.
“you’re really mad,” he says after a second.
“i’m not mad.”
“you’re doing the voice.”
you glance over your shoulder. “what voice?”
“the ‘i’m not mad’ voice.”
that almost breaks you. almost.
you keep walking, but he follows immediately, closing the space between you like it’s second nature. when he reaches you, he doesn’t grab your hand right away. he just walks beside you for a moment, quieter now.
“okay,” he says eventually, softer. “i was late.”
you don’t respond.
“but i didn’t mean to be late,” he adds.
still nothing.
then he nudges your shoulder lightly with his. “i got distracted.”
you finally look at him. “by what? your own reflection?”
he gasps like he’s offended, but it’s ruined by the fact he’s smiling now. properly smiling.
“no,” he says, dragging the word out. “by you.”
that catches you off guard in the worst way, because now you’re the one trying not to smile.
he notices. of course he does.
“there it is,” he murmurs, like he’s won something.
you roll your eyes, but there’s no heat in it anymore. “you’re annoying.”
“and you’re still here,” he says simply.
that does it. you huff a laugh and finally stop walking.
joão stops with you immediately, like he’s been waiting for permission.
for a second, neither of you say anything.
then he steps closer, slow and careful this time, like he’s making sure you won’t push him away. when you don’t, he reaches for your hand and gently tugs you toward him.
“i’m sorry,” he says, quieter now. no teasing. no grin.
you study him for a moment. he looks annoyingly sincere. like he actually means it.
you squeeze his hand once. “you’re still wrong.”
he lets out a relieved laugh. “okay. i’m wrong.”
“good.”
there’s a pause again, but it’s different this time. lighter.
then he leans down a little, bumping his forehead against yours. “can i fix it now?”
you raise a brow. “depends how.”
his smile turns soft, almost shy at the edges. “ice cream?”
you pretend to think about it for a second, just to make him suffer a little.
“fine,” you say finally. “but i’m choosing the flavor.”
he nods immediately. “anything. even if it’s terrible.”
you narrow your eyes. “it will be.”
“i’ll survive,” he says, still holding your hand like he’s not planning on letting go anytime soon.
and as you start walking again, he gently swings your joined hands between you, like nothing ever happened at all.
𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ none ]
𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ requested by @nowaymanshutup "hello! sorry for the inconvenience. I would like to make a request for João Félix headcanons, thank you very much if you accept it and if not, thank you very much, your work is very incredible" thank you so much I was unsure if you wanted a dating headcanon or just a normal one, but I hope you enjoy regardless. Also thank you so much for all of your kind messages I do see them and really appreciate them. ]
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joao has pretty privilege. this was facts. but god, did his beauty look insignificant standing next to you. you were an angel. perfect in every way. a work of art. safe to say it was love at first sight. and boy, was he whipped for you. you thought he was sweet and a kind person. so it was an easy yes when he asked you out. and god, was he perfect.
kisses on the nose. baths together with rose petals. doing skin care with each other. basically, owning all of his hoodies. little sticky notes everywhere with compliments late-night car rides. blasting music and singing off-key. late-night shopping trips. 'don't buy one, buy them all' type shit. sometimes joao get insecure. constantly comparing himself to others. but you constantly reassure him that he is the only one for you. promise rings!!! love letters. trips to the beach. and late-night pillow talk about your future together.
[ TAGS / WARNINGS ] ― f!reader , established relationship , proposal , lots of fluff , happy ending
the sun had already begun to dip beneath the horizon, painting the ocean in shades of pink and gold. gentle waves rolled onto the shore while the warm evening breeze carried the scent of saltwater through the air. you couldn't help smiling as joão reached over to intertwine his fingers with yours, lazily swinging your joined hands between the two of you.
"this is nice," you sighed, leaning your head against his shoulder.
"it is," he murmured, looking at you instead of the sunset. "but you know what's even better?"
"hm?"
"you."
you laughed immediately, nudging his side with your elbow.
"that was so cheesy."
"it worked though."
"it absolutely did not."
"it made you smile."
"...okay, maybe a little."
his grin widened triumphantly.
moments like these had always been your favorite. no cameras. no interviews. no crowds chanting his name from the stands. just the two of you walking barefoot along the beach after one of the few vacations he managed to take during the season.
you had been together for years now, growing alongside each other through transfers, victories, injuries, and the overwhelming attention that came with dating one of football's brightest stars.
through everything, joão had remained the same.
still the boy who stole fries off your plate.
still the man who insisted on holding your hand whenever you crossed the street.
still the person who looked at you like you hung every star in the sky.
he suddenly stopped walking.
you turned toward him with a confused smile.
"what?"
"i..." he scratched the back of his neck, looking oddly nervous.
that alone made your eyebrows lift.
joão félix? nervous?
"you okay?"
"yeah."
"...are you sure?"
"...no."
you giggled.
"you're scaring me."
he took a deep breath before pulling something small from his pocket.
your smile slowly disappeared.
"joão?"
his hands were shaking.
actually shaking.
"i had this whole speech memorized," he admitted with a sheepish laugh. "i practiced it in the mirror... probably a hundred times."
you felt your heartbeat speeding up.
"but now you're standing here looking at me..." he smiled softly, his eyes already glossy. "...and i forgot every single word."
a laugh escaped you, quickly followed by tears you hadn't even realized were forming.
"oh my god..."
"i know." he laughed too. "i'm messing this up."
"no."
you shook your head immediately.
"you're not."
he inhaled deeply before lowering himself onto one knee.
everything around you seemed to disappear.
the crashing waves.
the breeze.
the distant sounds of people farther down the beach.
all you could see was him.
the man you loved.
the man who had become your home.
joão carefully opened the small velvet box.
inside rested the most beautiful ring you had ever seen.
"i've been lucky enough to score goals," he began quietly.
"i've played in incredible stadiums."
"i've worn jerseys i dreamed about as a little kid."
"but none of those moments compare to meeting you."
fresh tears streamed down your cheeks.
"you've celebrated every win with me."
"you've stayed beside me through every loss."
"you remind me that i'm more than football."
his own voice cracked.
"and every single future i imagine..." he smiled through watery eyes. "...you're in it."
you covered your mouth, already crying too hard to speak.
"i don't want another day where you're just my girlfriend."
"i want you to be my wife."
he looked up at you with so much love that it made your chest ache.
"so..."
he laughed nervously.
"will you marry me?"
you didn't answer immediately.
mostly because you physically couldn't.
you were crying too hard.
joão's expression shifted into panic.
"was that too much?"
you shook your head.
"no."
"you don't have to say yes if-"
"joão."
he stopped talking instantly.
"yes."
his eyes widened.
"...yes?"
you nodded over and over again.
"yes."
"yes, i'll marry you."
"oh my-"
he stood so quickly he almost dropped the ring.
you both burst into laughter through your tears.
"so that's a yes?" he teased.
you laughed harder.
"i literally just said yes!"
"i wanted to make sure!"
"you're an idiot."
"your idiot?"
you cupped his face with both hands.
"my idiot."
he carefully slid the ring onto your finger with trembling hands before staring at it in complete disbelief.
then at you.
then back at the ring.
then back at you.
"you can't take it back now," he whispered.
"i wasn't planning to."
he wrapped both arms around your waist, lifting you off the sand as he spun you around.
your laughter echoed across the quiet beach.
"i love you," he breathed against your forehead.
"so much."
"i love you too."
he kissed you slowly, gently, like he wanted to memorize the feeling forever.
when he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours.
"so..."
"so?"
"what do i call you now?"
you blinked.
he grinned.
"my fiancée."
the word made both of you laugh all over again.
"my fiancée," he repeated softly, smiling even brighter.
you looked down at the ring sparkling beneath the fading sunlight before looking back up at the man who had just promised you forever.
there would be wedding plans.
guest lists.
flowers.
late-night decisions over venues and colors.
a lifetime of memories waiting to be made.
but for now... there was only the ocean.
the sunset, and the way joão looked at you as if your "yes" had been the greatest victory of his life.
