(Lamine Yamal, Pedri Gonzalez, Pablo Gavi, Ferran Torres)
𐙚 Ferran Torres (FC Barcelona)
𐙚 Jude Bellingham (Real Madrid)
𐙚 Jobe Bellingham (Borussia Dortmund)
No. of recs: 15
Big boy | @belli5
You’re just obsessed with your boyfriends abs and muscles..
all i want is you | @pinkhairedangelgirl
Jobe Bellingham realizes he can no longer keep his feelings hidden when jealousy overtakes him to finally confess to the person he’s loved for years.
set it up | @/pinkhairedangelgirl
You’ve never had the best of luck when it comes to relationships but being best friends with Ashlyn and Jude means they make it their mission to set you up with Jobe.
the type of bf | @sukiiverse23
I’M FINE | @47foden
jobe makes a post that includes you which leads to a lot of hate comments about you, then he comforts you.
you make me happy | @ikiissagirl
jobe gets quite grumpy when he hasn’t seen her and when he finaly sees her, he is so happy.
Big boy | @dorabellingham
when your boyfriend's job is to keep you warm during the winter
You came | @/dorabellingham
when he invites you to go to a game for the first time but doesn't think you're going
My Lover | @halfwayhearted
Spending time with his family is the best way to spend your time; you really wouldn’t want it any other way.
She’s MINE! | @bobskysworld
jobe spent his whole life sharing with his brother, but this was one thing he wasn’t about to share
Never is a promise | @wonwounds
After an argument and some back handed comments during a Christmas dinner, you’re left humiliated and upset, and you realize never was a promise Jobe apparently couldn’t keep.
Boyfriend Jobe headcanon | @/wonwounds
Nicknames | @judespoets
Cuddly | @nepoxyy-s
your boyfriends dont want to stop cuddling you. until someone errupt in the room
Celebrity crush | @youdarealstevelacy
You’re a rising actor doing an interview with your cast mates. When the question “Who is your celebrity crush” gets asked and you say Jobe..the internet freaks out and you even get a text from a certain footballer.
𐙚 Mason Mount (Manchester United F.C.)
𐙚 Martin Ødegaard (Arsenal F.C.)
No. of fics: 9
normal girl | @julianalvarez9
martin doesn't really like to be in the public eye. where else to look for a partner than outside of it, right?
lover boy | @/julianalvarez9
part of the family | @/julianalvarez9
erling proves to have good aiming not only on the pitch, but off it too, when he sets up his sister with his national team captain successfully.
Aunties Disney Prince | @footywritingworks
Your little niece meets your boyfriend for the first time. And is completely enamored by him.
Feels like Home | @/footywritingworks
Cuddling with your boyfriend is the best medicine after a hard day.
childhood friends to lovers | @martinodegaard26
Captain’s lucky charm | @fallinforerling
Eternal Love | @tierneysodegaard2
Happy Little Accident | @/tierneysodegaard
𐙚 Jamal Musiala (FC Bayern Munich)
No. of fics: 4
Close | @peachyl221
You wonder why your boyfriend is being clingy all day.
You can trust me | @/peachyl221
Jamal tries to show you that he only wants you in his life. No one else.
the boy is mine | @cher-rei
the new intern seemed a little touchy and you felt the need to put her in her place.
Sparks | @/cher-rei
it's the knockout stage for germany for the 2024 euro, and as usual you're there to support your boyfriend, accompanied by some bad weather and a bet to spice up the evening.
𐙚 Julian Alvarez (Atlético Madrid)
No. of fics: 3
Messi in Manchester | @lorarri
everybody thought you and charles were a thing turns out your fathers international teammate has something to say about that
fem! messi! ferrari! f1 driver! reader
Yellow | @julianalvarez9
your mood isn't the best when your sister, the one who almost dragged you into the etihad stadium to watch coldplay, bails in the last minute. although the show wasn't bad, the highlight of the night was someone else.
That is one of the craziest games I have seen in a while and way a great way for england to end the tournament , super proud of the way they picked themselves up after the semi final and we finished on a high ❤️👏
When You Get Shipped With Another Player | FC BARCELONA
✮- summary: how they react to fans shipping you with another barca player
✮- warnings: none i don’t think
Requests are open
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João Félix
“How come fans think you’re a better match with Marc Guiu than with me?” João grumbled, throwing his bag down by the door.
You glanced up at him from your book, raising an eyebrow. “Fans are just being fans, João. They see what they want to see, you know how it is.”
He walked over to you and plopped down besides you, a pout forming on his puffy lips. “Mas não é justo. Somos perfeitos juntos.” (“It’s not fair though. We’re perfect together.”)
You slightly chuckled, putting your book aside and leaning closer to your boyfriend. “We know that, but they don’t. They just enjoy making up different scenarios, nothing serious.”
“Yeah, but why Marc? I mean he’s a pretty good guy and all, but he’s obviously not me,” João insisted, wrapping his arms around you possessively.
You pressed a kiss to his lips and then trailed a line of kisses along his jaw. “Maybe just maybe, they can’t handle how perfect we are together.” You whispered in between kisses, “They need some drama to entertain themselves.”
João signed, his body relaxing under your soft touch. “I just really hate seeing those comments. It makes me want to scream to the world that you’re mine and I’m yours.”
“One day, I promise. For now, let’s just enjoy what we have now,” you whispered, kissing him deeply.
“Yeah, you’re right, João murmured against your lips, his jealousy melting away. “As long as we know the truth right, that’s all that matters.”
Pablo Gavi
“I swear, if I see one more post shipping you with Héctor, i’m actually going to lose it,” Gavi fumed, pacing around the room.
You signed, shutting your laptop closed. “Pablo, it’s just fans having fun. They don’t mean any harm.”
He stopped pacing and looked at you, frustration evident when you looked at him in the eyes. “But it bothers me. They think you two would be a quote on quote amazing couple.”
You stood up and walked over to him, placing your hands on his chest. “Do you really I care about what they think? I’m with you because I’m head over heels for you.”
Gavin’s expression softened at your words, but he still seemed restless. "Es difícil ignorarlo, ¿sabes? Quiero que todos sepan que eres mi novia". (“It’s just hard to ignore, you know? I want everyone to know you’re my girlfriend.”)
You kissed his lips and then both his cheeks, feeling him shiver at the contact. “I know, trust me I know, but we had both agreed to keep things private in the meantime. We just have to trust that our love for one another is strong enough.”
He signed at your words, wrapping his arms around you and putting his head in the crook of your neck. “It is. I’m sorry for getting frustrated. It’s not on purpose.”
You smiled, leaning your head to kiss him. “It’s okay. I just want you to remember that you’re the one I choose every single day, just you.”
Pedri González
“I don’t understand why people think you and João would make such a power couple,” Pedri muttered, scrolling through his phone.
You rolled your eyes, setting you coffee mug down on the coffee table. “Because they don’t about the two of us, Pedri. They’re only speculating.”
He looked up at you, concern written across his face. “But it still bothers me. I want them to see how perfect I am for you.”
You walked over and sat next to him, taking his hands into yours. “I know it must be hard, but it’s just make believe, I’m with you not João. We know what’s actually real.”
Pedri only let out a huff, squeezing your hands. “Sinceramente, odio la idea de que alguien más que no sea yo pueda estar contigo”. (“I just honestly hate the thought of anyone else being with you who isn't me.”)
You leaned in, kissing him lovingly before moving to his neck. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about. I’m all yours Pedri.”
A smile started forming on his lips. “You’re right, of course you are. It only matters that you and I know the truth no one else matters.”
“Exactly,” you murmured, kissing his lips again.
Fermín López
“We could always let our relationship go public to stop the rumors about you and Lamine,” Fermín suggested, frustration evident in his voice.
You looked at him in surprise. “You do remember you were the one who wanted to keep our relationship hidden from the public to protect us, right?”
He let out a breath, running a hand through his combed hair. “Lo sé, pero es duro ver a los fans pensar que tú y él son más adecuados el uno para el otro”. (“I know, but it’s hard seeing fans think you and him are better suited for each other.”)
You laid your head on his chest before speaking. “It’s just rumors. They don’t mean anything.”
Fermín pulled you closer into him, kissing the top of your head. “It’s just annoying. I always see those type of comments.”
You tilted your head up to see him, kissing his adam’s apple. “It doesn’t matter what the fans think. We’re the ones together.”
He nodded his head, sighing as he relaxed his head on top of yours. “You’re right Y/n. I’m sorry for getting so worked up over that.”
You gave him a small smile. “It’s okay. As long as I’m with you.”
Héctor Fort
“Why do fans seem to think you’d be better with Pedri than you would be with me?” Héctor annoyingly grumbled, tossing his phone aside.
You looked up from the movie you had been watching. “Héctor they don’t know any better. The fans are just imagining things, they would think differently if they knew we were dating.”
He walked over and sat next to you, while wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I just want every person to know that you’re mine, not anybody else’s.”
You leaned against his shoulder, leaving a kiss on his cheek. “One day they all will. But for now, let’s enjoy our relationship as it is, okay?”
Héctor nodded, resting his head over yours to find comfort in your touch. "Bé. Em molesta tant veure comentaris com que m'irrita molt.” (“Okay. It just bothers me so much seeing comments like that it really irritates me.””
You moved off his shoulder, placing you hand on his defined jawline. “Just don’t let it get to you. Because nothing will change the fact that I’m your girlfriend Héctor.”
He smiled, leaning down to kiss you softly. “I won’t, not anymore.”
Lamine Yamal
"Of all the players, they think you'd go out with Fermín," Lamine muttered, scrolling through his phone.
You chuckled, shaking your head. "Fans will ship anyone with anyone. It doesn't mean anything, you should know that."
He looked at you, concern clear in his eyes. "Doesn’t change the fact that it’s annoying. They should know I’m your boyfriend."
You walked over and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Maybe but at least we know that you are my incredible and loving boyfriend."
Lamine cracked a small smile, pulling you closer. "No puedo esperar hasta el día en que el mundo sepa que estamos juntos. Entonces, esto hará que dejemos de emparejarte con otras personas que no son tus novios.” (“I can’t wait till the day the world knows that we’re together. Then this will stop all the shipping you with other people who aren’t your boyfriend.")
You kissed his neck, feeling him relax. "Don’t let it get to you. Soon enough everyone will know, I promise Lamine."
He smiled, kissing you softly. "You better keep your promise"
Marc Guiu
"How am I supposed to ignore the fans shipping you with Gavi?" Marc exclaimed, frustration clear in his voice as he spoke.
You sighed, looking up from your phone. "It’s just rumors. They don’t know what they’re talking about half the time."
He looked at you, concern etched on his face. "Però em molesta molt. Sé que tu i en Gavi no esteu passant res, però només pensar-hi em molesta molt". ("But it really bothers me. I know that you and Gavi don’t have anything going on but just thinking about it annoys me so much.")
You walked over and wrapped your arms around his waist. "Exactly. So don’t worry about something that silly."
Marc sighed, pulling you closer. "I just hate seeing people think Gavi could do a better job at being your boyfriend than I can."
You kissed his neck, feeling his body starting to relax. "Don’t let it get to you. We know that you are the only boy for me."
"That you’re right about." He smirked, as he kissed your lips.
summary: taking care of eric garcia, kenan yildiz, pablo gavi, pedri gonzalez, pau cubarsi, pau victor, marc guiu, noni madueke, ferran torres, lamine yamal, marc casado and hector fort while they're either injured or sick.
a/n: to celebrate 5,000 likes!
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genre: fluff/comfort.
warnings: some of them are sick with stomach bugs, nothing graphic though.
Hair rumpled, hoodie sleeves covering half his hands, nose red from constant blowing, he sniffled from the couch and looked at you like a sad, flu-ridden puppy.
“I don’t remember what it’s like to breathe through my nose,” he mumbled, voice all stuffed up.
You set down the tea and tissues with a soft smile. “You’ve had a cold for two days, cariño. Not a decade.”
He pouted, pulling the blanket up to his chin. “Feels like forever.”
You sat down beside him and he immediately rested his head in your lap, like it was the only place he wanted to be. You stroked his hair gently as he let out a tired sigh.
“Do I look gross?” he asked, blinking up at you.
“No,” you said. “You look like someone who needs sleep, soup, and maybe a new box of tissues.”
He gave a weak laugh. “You really know how to charm a guy.”
You leaned down and kissed the top of his head. “You’re still cute. Just slightly germier.”
Pedri grinned, eyes fluttering shut as your fingers moved slowly through his hair. “You’re the best,” he mumbled. “Even when I’m disgusting.”
“Especially when you’re disgusting,” you teased, your voice soft.
He gave a hum of contentment, already half-asleep.
And even with the sniffles, the blanket cocoon, and his red nose, you still thought he looked like sunshine.
Just slightly... congested.
Pau had been glaring at his crutches for the last ten minutes like they’d personally assaulted him.
“I hate this,” he muttered, shifting on the couch for the third time in two minutes. “I feel like a grumpy old man in my nineties.”
You set the ice pack back on his knee gently. “You’re eighteen and healing. You’ll survive.”
He didn’t look convinced. Arms crossed, brows furrowed, bottom lip stuck out — he was one more day of forced rest away from a full tantrum.
“It’s just annoying,” he grumbled. “I was finally getting into rhythm. Now I have to sit here while everyone else trains.”
You crouched beside the couch and rested your chin on the armrest. “Yeah, but if you don’t rest now, you’ll miss more. It’s short-term pain for long-term gain, remember?”
Pau sighed and glanced at you, frustration fading just slightly. “You sound like my physio.”
“Maybe. But I’m cuter than he is.”
That earned the smallest small. Progress.
“You want me to stay and annoy you with bad TV and snacks?” you offered.
He nodded almost immediately. “Don’t leave. I’ll just get more in my head.”
You got up, pressed a kiss to his forehead, and handed him the remote. “Fine. But you pick the movie. I picked last time, and you complained the whole way through.”
Pau cracked a smile, settling back with his knee propped up and your hand in his.
“Deal,” he said. “Just don’t leave.”
You didn’t plan to.
Ferran was sitting in the darkened living room, one hand pressed firmly against his temple, eyes closed tight.
The world outside was bright and noisy, but inside, his head throbbed with a relentless, pulsing pain.
He didn’t say much. He rarely did when the migraines hit, just sank into himself, waiting for it to pass.
You moved quietly to his side, pulling a soft blanket around his shoulders. “Hey, I made the room darker.”
He barely nodded, jaw clenched, trying not to wince when even the faintest sound echoed inside his skull.
You grabbed a cool, damp cloth and gently pressed it to his forehead. “I’m here,” you whispered.
Ferran’s hand found yours, gripping it tightly.
“I hate this part,” he admitted quietly. “Everything hurts - the light, the noise, even breathing.”
You squeezed his fingers. “I know. But you’re not alone.”
For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of his slow breaths and your heartbeat.
“You don’t have to talk,” you said softly. “Just let me take care of you.”
He finally opened his eyes, still red-rimmed but grateful.
“Thanks,” he murmured.
You kissed his temple and settled beside him, hands laced together in the quiet darkness.
Lamine lay on the couch, wrapped in a thick blanket, his face pale with streaks of flushed redness across his cheeks and nose. His usual energy was gone, replaced by a sluggish heaviness that made even the smallest movements exhausting.
He coughed softly into a tissue, then looked up at you with tired, glassy eyes. “This is brutal,” he muttered, voice rough and low.
You didn’t say anything right away. Instead, you moved over and carefully tucked the blanket more securely around his shoulders. His body shivered despite the warmth.
“You’ve barely moved all day,” you observed quietly, setting down a small tray with a mug of tea and some honey on the side table. “You need to rest.”
Lamine’s lips pressed into a thin line, but he didn’t argue. He reached for the tea, blowing on it gently before taking a slow sip. The steam curled against his face, and you could see a flicker of relief cross his features.
You sat beside him, keeping your movements slow and deliberate so as not to startle him. When he shifted uncomfortably, you reached out, your hand resting lightly on his back. You rubbed small circles, trying to ease the tension.
“It’s weird,” he said after a moment, voice soft, “how being sick makes everything feel so much heavier and slower.”
You nodded, eyes on him. “I know. It’s like your body’s forcing you to pause.”
He gave a faint smile, then coughed again, his voice hoarse. You pulled the blanket up a little higher, making sure he was comfortable.
The room grew quieter, except for the soft hum of the heater and his steady breathing. You stayed close, not saying much, just present, offering the kind of comfort that didn’t need words.
Lamine’s eyes fluttered closed. “Thanks for sitting with me,” he said quietly.
You squeezed his hand gently. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’m not sick,” Pau insisted, voice hoarse and completely unconvincing as he rubbed at his nose for the hundredth time.
You raised a brow. “Your nose is red, your eyes are watery, and I literally watched you sneeze six times in a row.”
“Coincidence,” he said stubbornly, reaching for his water and missing the coaster entirely.
You sighed and took the glass from him, setting it down safely. “You’re sick, Pau. Just accept it so I can take care of you properly.”
He leaned back against the couch with a groan, dragging the blanket higher over his chest. “I hate resting. I feel like I’m wasting time.”
“You’re letting your body heal. That’s not wasted.”
He gave you a tired half-smile, eyes soft. “You always know how to make everything sound better.”
You kissed his temple and handed him a warm mug of tea. “That’s because I am better. Nurse of the year.”
He chuckled weakly and took a sip, eyes fluttering closed at the warmth. “Mmm. Okay, maybe I’ll let you take care of me.”
“Maybe?” you teased. “I already am.”
He rested his head against your shoulder and tugged you a little closer, his voice quieter now. “Don’t leave me to be sick and sad alone.”
You wrapped an arm around him gently, letting him curl in. “Never. You’ve got me until that sniffle disappears.”
And even then, probably longer.
Eric looked absolutely miserable. He was buried under two blankets, hoodie strings pulled tight around his face like a sulky little marshmallow, sniffling pathetically every five minutes.
Eric looked absolutely miserable. He was buried under two blankets, hoodie strings pulled tight around his face like a sulky little marshmallow, sniffling pathetically every five minutes.
“I think this might be it,” he croaked, voice barely above a whisper. “Tell the team I went out bravely.”
You raised an eyebrow as you set a bowl of soup down on the coffee table. “You have a cold, not the plague.”
He peeked out from his hoodie dramatically. “You don’t know that. It feels fatal.”
You tried not to smile, truly. But it was hard to take him seriously when he looked like a child playing sick to skip school.
You walked over and gently touched his forehead. Warm, but nothing scary. Just enough to explain the whiny, clingy behavior. He leaned into your palm like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
“Do you want to try the soup?”
“If I have the strength,” he sighed.
You rolled your eyes and picked up the bowl. “Shall I just spoon-feed you then?” you ask sarcastically.
He grinned, barely, and opened his mouth obediently. “You’re the best nurse I’ve ever had.”
“You say that every time you’re sick.”
“Because it’s true,” he whispered dramatically, before coughing into his sleeve.
You pressed a kiss to his temple. “You’ll survive, drama king.”
“I’ll try,” he muttered, snuggling deeper into the blankets. “Only because I still haven’t watched the last episode of that show with you.”
Pablo looked like death warmed over. Pale, sweaty, hair a mess, and still, somehow, he was arguing with you about staying in bed.
“I’m fine,” he croaked, trying to sit up straighter. “I just need a shower and some food. I’ll be good as new.”
“You’re literally shaking, Pablo,” you said, pressing a cool, damp cloth to his forehead. “You’re not going anywhere.”
He huffed and flopped back against the pillows, eyes fluttering closed. “I hate this. I hate feeling useless.”
You softened a little, running your fingers through his hair, brushing the damp strands away from his forehead.
“You’re not useless,” you said gently. “You’re just human. Even the great Pablo Gavi gets fevers sometimes.”
He cracked one eye open. “Don’t say that out loud. You’ll ruin my image.”
You laughed and leaned down to kiss his cheek, your lips cool against his warm skin. “Your image is safe. Nobody else sees this soft, whiny side of you.”
“I’m not whiny,” he muttered, but he didn’t fight you when you tucked the blankets tighter around him. He actually leaned into it, tired, vulnerable, a little boyish in the way he curled up when you sat beside him.
“Get some sleep,” you murmured, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “I’ll be right here.”
His fingers found yours beneath the blanket.
“Good,” he whispered. “You make everything feel better.”
Noni was trying so hard to act like his injured shoulder was no big deal.
“Just a tweak,” he said, wincing as he tried to reach for the TV remote.
You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “You call that ‘just a tweak’? You’re barely moving your arm.”
He shrugged, flashing a grin. “I’m fine. It’s just a little sore.”
You weren’t buying it. You eased closer and gently lifted his arm. “Let me see it.”
He flinched but didn’t pull away.
“I’m glad that I’m here,” you said softly. “Otherwise, you’d probably keep trying to play through this and make it worse.”
Noni sighed, finally settling back into the couch cushions. “I hate being sidelined.”
“I know,” you said, wrapping your fingers around his. “But you’re not invincible, no matter how much you pretend.”
He looked at you with a mock glare but then smiled. “Fine. So what’s the plan?”
“First,” you said, reaching for the ice pack, “you’re going to stay right here and let me take care of you.”
He groaned dramatically, but you caught the smile that slipped through.
“You’re impossible,” he muttered.
“But I’m your nurse.”
He gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “Best nurse ever.”
Marc wasn’t the type to complain.
So when you walked into the living room and saw him sitting stiffly on the floor with a bag of frozen peas strapped to his knee, you knew it had to be bad.
“Marc,” you said slowly, setting your bag down, “what happened?”
He gave you a sheepish look and shrugged. “Collision in training. It’s not a big deal.”
“Then why are you icing it with frozen peas?”
“Because I couldn’t find the proper pack and I didn’t want to get up again.”
You blinked. “You’ve just been sitting here? On the floor?”
He nodded.
“For how long?”
Marc glanced at the clock, then winced. “...An hour?”
“Oh my god.” You crouched in front of him. “You big idiot.”
“I didn’t want to make it worse,” he said, not meeting your eyes. “I didn’t know if I should bend it or not. So I just... didn’t move.”
You couldn’t help the laugh that came out of you, even as you gently pried the peas off his leg. “You’re the most stubborn guyI’ve ever met.”
“I didn’t want to bug anyone.”
You looked up at him, heart softening. “You’re not bugging me. Ever.”
He looked almost relieved as you helped him up and guided him to the couch. When you tossed the peas aside and pressed a kiss to his cheek, he finally smiled.
“Thanks,” he murmured, resting back with a sigh. “Next time I’ll text you before I turn to frozen vegetables.”
Marc was curled up on the couch, his injured knee resting on a pillow beside him, leg brace on. He looked a bit restless, but when you settled next to him, his expression softened.
Without saying a word, you scooted closer and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. He leaned into you, eyes closing for a moment as he sighed quietly.
“I don’t like being stuck like this,” he admitted, voice low.
You pressed a gentle kiss to his temple. “I know. But maybe it’s okay to slow down for a bit.”
Marc shifted carefully, then rested his head against your chest. You tightened your hold, fingers tracing slow, soothing patterns over his arm.
The room was calm, the only sounds the quiet hum of the heater and his steady breathing.
“You’re really good at this,” he murmured, half-smiling.
“Being your human pillow?” you teased softly.
He chuckled, the tension in his body easing. “Exactly that.”
For a while, you stayed like that, tangled up and warm, letting the rest of the world wait while Marc took the time to heal, wrapped safely in your arms.
The bathroom light was still on when you padded down the hallway. The door was open slightly, and you found Héctor hunched over the toilet, one hand gripping the edge of the porcelain bowl, the other pressed against his forehead.
You crouched beside him wordlessly, tying his hair back loosely with the band you'd kept on your wrist. He flinched when another wave hit, and you stayed beside him, steady, rubbing slow circles on his back as he threw up again.
When it passed, he slumped back against the wall, eyes closed, breathing shaky.
“I didn’t think it’d hit me this hard,” he mumbled, voice hoarse.
You grabbed a cool washcloth and pressed it gently to his neck. “Stomach bugs don’t mess around. Just breathe, okay?”
He nodded slightly, swallowing hard. You got up to fetch a glass of water and knelt again to hand it to him.
“Small sips,” you said softly, watching as he took one, then another, slow and careful.
After a few minutes, when the worst had passed, you helped him to his feet and guided him back to bed. He looked pale and drained, arms loose around your waist as you settled him under the blanket.
“You don’t have to stay,” he whispered as you sat beside him.
“I know,” you murmured, brushing damp hair off his forehead. “But I’m staying anyway.”
He didn’t respond, just shifted closer and let his eyes close, finally letting himself rest.
Kenan was the worst at sitting still.
He’d been injured for just a few days, a light ankle sprain, nothing detrimental, but you’d think someone had banned football forever by the way he sulked around the apartment.
“This sucks,” he mumbled, tossing the remote onto the couch as he shifted uncomfortably. “I feel useless.”
You walked in with a heat pack and a bowl of grapes, setting them both down beside him. “You’re not useless. You’re healing. That’s, like, the most productive thing you could be doing.”
He gave you a pout, tugging the hood of his hoodie up like he was trying to hide. “I’m so bored. I miss training. I miss the ball. I even miss the gym.”
You laughed as you sat down beside him and propped his leg across your lap. “Wow, it is bad if you miss the gym.”
“Tell me something to take my mind off it,” he said, turning toward you with his head against the cushions.
You hummed, brushing your fingers over his knee gently. “Did I tell you how hot you look limping around like a broody action hero?”
That got a chuckle out of him. “No, but keep going.”
You leaned in, kissed the edge of his jaw. “You’re the most annoying patient I’ve ever had.”
an; hiiii pookies how are y'all joão is literally so husband coded urg it's unfair i hate pretty people sm❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥 people are so crazy??? blaming a single man for the loss??? hello the last time i checked football is a team sport so how can you blame ONE PERSON???? honestly if anything it's on the team not on a single person tbh it's not even on the team shits happen there are days were everything goes against your wish im really disappointed by ppl who are hating félix rn like poor man is just 24!! he's a human!! he's allowed to be nervous and feel overwhelmed!! he's allowed to make mistakes!! cmon man even your goat couldn't score a goal in 120 mins then how come you're shitting on félix there's so much i want to say but im too angry for that now peak stupidity lowkey feel like it's 19 nov 2023 (portugal version) (my desi ppl will understand the trauma behind this date😀💔) but atleast we didn't troll our players and won the t20 wdc before the legends' retirement so there's that hehe 🎀🌷💌 F1!READER YAY ALSO THAT MAGUI (ew) DOESN'T EXIST IN THIS AU SO YAY JOÃO ISN'T TRAUMATIZED BY THAT THING!!!!! ALSO SINGLE JOÃO ERA BEFORE HE DATES BEAUTIFUL YN ERA 😇☝️
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summary: where reader finds it funny how grumpy and shy hector gets when teased by his teammates
a/n: for one of my fav players whose extremely underrated, like how is no one talking about his assist to fermin on thursday???
you were picking héctor up from his practice at the barça grounds since you would leave work around the time he finished up.
you noticed you were still a bit early so you parked your car and entered the hallway at the estadi olímpic.
your access was allowed since most of the people working there already knew you from picking your boyfriend up and sometimes giving his teammates rides.
you walked up the stairs in your light washed jeans and white long sleeve shirt covered with a pink jacket since it was more of a chilly day.
you saw xavi discussing something with frankie as you gave them a wave and sat somewhere in the stands to watch the rest of practice.
héctor soon noticed you and gave you a wave, you blew him a kiss back. you instantly noticed lamine going in his direction starting to tease him about his girlfriend.
“ooh héctor’s blushing!” he yelled, fermín soon joined the teasing as well.
you giggled looking at your boyfriend’s tall structure turning to the boys with a intimidating stare.
“oh he thinks he’s so strong and intimidating…” marc joined in as well, causing you to giggle even more.
“callate” héctor growled in response, trying to hide the reddened of his cheeks. (shut up)
the boys continued laughing until xavi told them they were good to go.
héctor ran up to you, giving you a kiss and collecting his things, which you had sat beside. he began walking out, shaking his hand out, signaling for you to take it, which you did.
you came across the rest of the team in the hallways, hugging joão félix and pablo, who were talking while filling up their water bottles.
“ah lamine do you need a ride again?” you asked when you spotted him, being that last time his mom wasn’t able to.
“i’m sure he doesn’t, if he does marc can give him one.” héctor said firmly, looking at the boy.
“oh my god dude you can’t seriously be mad, we were just teasing you!” lamine said.
“yeah it’s okay babe.” you said as well.
héctor rolled his eyes, “well do you need a ride or no?” he asked.
“i’m good thank’s for asking babe” he teased héctor again.
you swore you could see the littlest grin on your boyfriend’s face as he slapped the back of lamine’s neck as the youngest giggled.
“bye babe…” lamine sang as you and héctor left.
when you arrived home héctor made his way to the bathroom to take a shower while you prepared lunch for the both of you.
just as you were finishing up he came down the stairs in a pair of black sweats and a white t-shirt.
he hugged you from behind while you mixed the rice in the pan, his strong arms laying above your chest.
“it’s so funny how shy you get when the boys tease you.” you said to him.
“no it’s not, don’t even start.”
“but it is! you always have this mean face but you’re really just a soft little boy.” you said again, his hands moving down to your waist giving it a squeeze as he hid his red face in your neck.
“i’m not ‘soft’ im literally 6’1” he groaned into your skin embarrassed.
“well you’re just a big baby.” you said, turning to him. “my baby…”
“you’re so corny” he answered rolling his eyes and lowering himself to give your a kiss
summary: in which reader likes wearing rings and it has her boyfriend shivering
a/n: felt like writing something about many fcb boys so here we are
warnings: mentions of a handjob (Hector's part),
includes: Pedri, Gavi, Hector Fort, Pau Cubarsi, Lamine Yamal, Joao Felix (he's still a barca boy-I'm delulu), Marc Guiu (same thing), Fermin, Raphinha, Balde, Marc Bernal
Pedri
Your boyfriend was always cold. Being raised in the Canary Islands, he was used to warmer weather growing up. Since the two of you lived in Barcelona, actual cold wasn't really usual or problematic and he had adapted to it.
The fact that he had a problem with cold arose in only two occasions. When you had the air condition turned on during the summer and when you touched him.
You wore rings. Metal, golden, cold against his soft skin. He always shivered under your touch because of them. It was the only time he liked something feeling cool on his skin. Scratch that. He loved it. He adored your hands on him. Needed them even. Your rings made it all the better.
At some point you were sat on the couch, lounging around, supposedly watching a movie, but neither of you paid attention, too focused on one another.
Pedri was nestled between you and the couch’s back. His head rested on your shoulder, his arms circling your waist. You, on the other hand, had your head resting atop his own, your right hand on his back and your left hand running through his hair.
He turned to look at you with those deep sand coloured eyes and you melted. You got your right hand on his waist and with your other hand raised his chin.
“Hermosa…” he hummed when he felt your hand on his skin
You lent down and kissed him full on the lips, just because you wanted to taste him. He returned it easily, letting you guide him. When you seperated he was full on blushing.
"Why the blush amor?" his face grew towards the shade of a tomato with you mentioning it.
"You flirt with me so naturally and-and I guess I'm kinda shy sometimes..." he trailed of, somehow growing even redder.
You caressed his chin with you fingers. He closed his eyes and lent into it, feeling your rings against his smooth skin.
Gavi
The two of you were taking a shower together, like you were so used to doing. You were currently running your hands through his hair, the same way you did the movement when the two of you were cuddled up on your bed or the couch.
Minus your rings. You had taken them of so they wouldn't get tangled in your or his hair. And it bothered him. He was used to feeling them against his skull and his skin.
"Amorrr, where are your rings??" he questioned, acting like a little kid
"On the sink amor. They would get in the way. I never wear them when I shower."
"Please put them on.. I barely recognize your hands on me when you don't wear them..." he rambled as he pushed his body against your own
"Okay..okay" you said as you did so.
When your hands were back on him you heard a tiny exhale leave his lips. Like he finally recognized your hands and could actually calm down during your touch. Like your hands had been a foreign object before and now they were the best thing ever.
When you were finally back on your bed, with his head resting on your collarbone, you teased him about it. Contrary to your belief that he would tease back, he agreed that he used the feeling of your rings to identify your hands as yours. He also admitted to loving the feeling of them against his skin. From then on, you made sure to never take them of, or at least not in his presence.
Hector Fort
This was suppossed to be another movie night with your boyfriend. Currently, you were cuddling his side, your head resting on his chest and your leg positioned on top of him in the level of his hips.
Every once in a while you felt him move a bit but didn't comment on it. He had no apparent reason to be uncomfortable in the position he was in as he grasped your leg. You grew curiou though so you asked him.
"Hermoso why are you squirming all the time? You sure you are comfortable?"
"Want me to be brutally honest?"
"Obviously" you replied in a 'duh' tone, teasing him
"From the moment you put your leg on me I've had a boner and it makes me feel so uncomfortable because it's almost painful.." he answered in a low voice that had you seeing stars.
Most of the time, when you gave him a handjob, you took of your rings as not to hurt him in any way. That's why you got weirded out by his ask.
"Don't take of your rings...I wanna feel them on me..."
So you did as he asked and didn't take them off. You didn't even undress him, you were both past the point in your relationship where you felt weird about it so you ust trailed a hand inside he pants and took him in your hand.
His reaction to the new sensation your rings gave him was immediate. He felt a shiver on his spine, making him arch his back. It felt so good, the cool metal against his aching warm dick that he let out a sound you had never heard fromhim before, he straight up moaned and it made you feel so how and bothered.
Let's just say the two of you enjoyed a beautiful night, full of love making. The movie was long forgotten.
Pau Cubarsi
He was fidgeting yet again. Your boyfriend had a serious problem and everyone that was close enough to him knew about it. He liked having something to tinker with. His fingers, his rings, your own, he didn't care.
Right now though he did. The exam results for the university were almost out. So the two of you were currently outside your old principal's office waiting to learn if Pau would be going with you to university.
The problem? He forgot his rings. And right now it was like every little piece of calm had left his body and he needed something to play with. So you offered your own rings to him. Not to wear but to play with.
You grasped his hands in yours as he let his head rest on your shoulder and he unconsciously started playing with them. He didn't even realize how the time of wait passed by. With your support he could do anything he ever dreampt. And he did. You were both of to study at the University of Barcelona come September.
Lamine Yamal
"I swear your taste in jewelry is questionable..." you stated as the two of you returned from another shopping trip.
"Why? What's wrong with my jewelry?" he asked, a smile on his lips as he waited for you to drop a list of things to persuade him you had better taste in that aspect.
"Lam they are so flashy. And heavy. LIke, how do you even breathe with that chain on do tell."
"Between us...barely gonna go take it off in a bit. One point made. However, I do have some kind of taste on rings don't I? The promise ring I gave you is kinda pretty no?" he asked, smirking that usual troublemaker smirk.
"Fair point. It is a beautiful gift..."
"Yeah it's a beautiful gift because me and Pau helped!" came Hector's voice from the kitchen.
"Bro don't sell me like that! Come on man!" Lamine complained.
"We will cut you some slack because you literally have no clue about rings and wear whichever one you find in front of you. But next time we choose a ring for your girl you will give us credits kid!" Pau replied as the two of you entered the kitchen.
"I'm not a kid!" Lamine replied, as he started chasing Pau around the kitchen. You just went and sat by Hector as your boyfriend and Pau messed around for a bit.
"I swear they are children.." Hector whispered.
"And you are all grown up I assume?" you asked sarcastically.
"Nah...I'm gonna go join them!" he replied as he too started running around with the other two.
Joao Felix
You wanted to cry. Just straight up cry. You had lost the promise ring Joao gave you when you were just two teens in Portugal dating. It wasn't even that you were afraid to see his reaction or anything. Just the fact that you had lost such a meanigful ring made you sad.
As he entered your home he could sense that something was not right. He just had a vibe.
"My love, is everything alright?" he asked gently as he sat next to you on the couch.
"I-I lost it...Joao I.." you felt the whole world crumbling down.
"Shh baby talk to me...what happened?" he asked lightly, holding your head between his hands as he caressed your cheeks.
"I lost the promise ring...I don't know how or where and I'm just so sad"
"Come on love let's go" he replied, not even thinking for a minute as he got up from the couch and helped you get up.
"Where?" you asked quietly as you dried your cheeks.
"The mall my love where else? I know it's not nearly the same thing buying another ring and the promise ring but I'm going to buy you a new ring!"
He said it so casually, like it was common knowledge that he would never leave you feeling sad even about the little things. He was so enamored by you that he would do everything in his power to bring a smile to your lips and blossom love in your heart. And he more than succedeed.
Marc Guiu
"Marcie I need your help!" you said from inside your walk-in wardrobe. You needed his opinion regarding a ring combination that felt wrong and right at the same time.
"What is it love?" he replied as soon as he crossed the door.
"What do you think of this ring combo? I have mixed thoughts..." you explained.
"Hmm.... I don't know. Caress my cheeks with it and I'll tell you" he replied cheekily, you knew he meant it though.
And as you did, as you touched his skin he felt at peace. In short, it was definetely a yes to that combination of rings for him.
Fermin
When he saw it in the jewelry shop he knew. He knew that ring was meant for your finger even though he couldn't prove it. He was looking to buy you a promise ring as a gift for your two-year anniversary and when he saw that ring something in him made him buy it instantly.
And he was so right. Upon seeing it on your finger he saw jus how much it fit your elegant moves and perfectly manicured hands. It felt like it belonged there.
What you didn't know was that he had bought three other rings that day. Two of those were meant to fit on top of the one currently on your finger, one for you engagement and another one for your wedding. The third was his own. And he was more than sure those would be used sooner than later.
Raphinha
You were currently walking with your boyfriend down a busy street. Shops of all kind on the path. You looked at clothes, jewelry, house items throught th glass or even entered the shop to see a piece up close.
After a while your lover stopped to look inside a jewelry shop. His gaze fell on some rings that he thought you would like.
"Amor, look at these. Aren't they beautiful?" he asked
"Yeah, they are, they have a unique kind of beauty"
"Let me buy you one"
"But Rapha they are so expensive it's not worth it..."
"You are worth the world... let me spoil you please"
"Okay, just this once"
Not only did he buy the ring and it suited your hand perfectly, he became obsessed with this brand. Every aniversary he bought you a new piece and when he finally proposed he did it with a custom made ring made directly by the artist that created all the previous ones. This one had both your names encraved though.
Balde
"Hermoso, have you seen my black band ring?" you asked Alej as you looked through the drawer that held your common ring collection.
"I'm wearing it love! Fetch me my silver one so I can give it t you!" he replied from downstairs.
Sharing your rings was probably something that seemed downright random and weird to other couples. To the two of you however it was natural. You shared the vibe, the aesthetics. Plus, Alej had slender fingers. So the two of you got used to buying rings that you could share. And you loved it. It felt like you always had a piece of each other with you, no matter how far apart you were.
Marc Bernal
"Love can I borrow one of your rings?" you asked as you got dressed for your night out.
"Sure thing. Which one are we talking about?" he replied as he stood behind you, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine.
"I wanted to borow that silver band you have with the carved black spider, since I'm wearing this top." you replied as you turned arund for him to see.
The top you were wearing was one with a spider made out od blood-red stones, purchased as a gift by your boyfriend of course. His ring had the exact same design considentaly but you thought it would fit nicely together. And it certainly did. You even used it when a guy came up to you at the bar to flirt with you. He had asked about the combination and you said that the top was a gift from your man and that the ring was actually his.
