#(Federico Valverde)

[insidekatmind]

Meet my sister P.4-Jude Bellingham

Part.1,Part.2,Part.3

plot: Federico Valverde wants to introduce his younger sister to Jude, his teammate. He hoped that something romantic would be born between them seeing that their characters were perfect together but things take a different turn

The following day, Federico had arranged a special lunch with Jude, Kylian, Vinicius, and, of course, his sister Y/N. Despite the palpable tension between Jude and Y/N, Federico hoped the situation wouldn’t escalate and that everything would go smoothly. He knew how complicated both of their personalities were, and he didn’t want his lunch to end with another argument between them.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Y/N was already there, sitting at the table with a radiant smile, completely unaware of Federico’s concerns. She wore an elegant dress that seemed to fit her style perfectly, her brown hair falling softly around her shoulders. There was something in her demeanor that immediately caught attention, but today she seemed calmer than usual, as if she had decided to take a step back.

Federico approached Jude before he sat down.

"Please, Jude," he said in a serious tone, "try not to argue with Y/N today. I know you two don’t like each other, but let’s try not to ruin everything. It’s important to me that you both behave civilly, at least today."

Jude looked at him, his eyes showing slight irritation. "Don’t worry, I’m not here to fight," he replied sharply. "I’ll try to hold my tongue." But there was no promise in his gaze, only a silent challenge, as if the thought of Y/N was always there, ready to make him react.

Kylian and Vinicius sat down at the table, both smiling, aware of the tense atmosphere but ready to have fun despite it all. The tension between Jude and Y/N didn’t go unnoticed, but Federico hoped that with time things might improve, at least during lunch.

Y/N gestured for you to sit next to her, her curious gaze watching you as you took your seat. A faint smile spread across her face, but there was nothing hostile about it. "I hope you’ve eaten, Jude," she said, her tone sarcastic as always. "I wouldn’t want you to get upset if my order is better than yours."

Jude, who had now taken his seat, slowly turned toward her, trying to keep control. "I’m not going to get upset over something like that," he replied with a sly smile, "but I hope you don’t actually believe your order is better than mine."

Federico sighed, looking between the two of them. The atmosphere seemed charged with almost palpable tension. But, maybe, a little irony and a teasing smile would manage to keep things at least somewhat calm.

---

The lunch continued with an atmosphere charged with tension, but also a certain electricity hanging between you and Jude. Both of you challenged each other with your looks, almost as if it were a game, but while he seemed more serious, you were visibly more entertained by the situation. You couldn't help teasing him, enjoying how he reacted to each of your moves.

When Vinicius started making some jokes, you, without thinking too much, leaned toward him, responding with a light laugh and flirting a bit with his natural charm. "You know, Vinicius," you said with a mischievous smile, "I'd love to see how you move on the dance floor. I see you're good at making girls' heads turn."

Vinicius, always smiling, seemed to appreciate your playful attitude. "Well, Y/N, if you'd like, we can go for a spin once we're done here," he replied, giving you a look that left little room for interpretation.

Jude, who had been watching from a distance, couldn't help but clench his teeth and shoot you a dirty look filled with annoyance and jealousy. Every word that came out of your mouth seemed like a little provocation towards him. There was no doubt you were enjoying making him angry. His expression became harder, but you kept smiling, enjoying the moment.

"I thought you'd be more interested in what's on your plate, Jude," you said, giving him a mischievous glance. "But I see you're distracted." Your voice almost sounded like a challenge, as if you really wanted to test him and see how far he'd go.

Jude stared at you, his look now completely different, darker, and more determined. The annoyance he felt mixed with something deeper, but he would never admit that he found you intriguing. "I don’t get how you manage to do all this without losing control," he muttered, his voice sharp.

Meanwhile, Vinicius, who didn't seem to want to miss the chance to keep the atmosphere light, laughed heartily and got involved in the conversation. "I think Y/N knows how to have fun," he said, looking at you with a knowing smile.

But Jude didn’t seem amused at all; in fact, his face had grown serious. He continued staring at you with a look that, despite trying to appear indifferent, betrayed a hint of frustration.

Federico, sitting next to you, quickly glanced between the two of you, hoping the situation wouldn’t get out of hand. But it was clear now: the challenge between you and Jude was just beginning, and the tension was only going to grow.

---

The tension between you and Jude continued to grow visibly, and soon, the words began to get harsher. While Vinicius and Kylian spoke to each other, trying to lighten the mood with jokes and laughter, you and Jude couldn't hide the irritation you felt for one another any longer.

"What's wrong with you?" Jude suddenly snapped, his tone full of frustration. "Every time I open my mouth, it seems like you have something to say back, don’t you realize how annoying that is?"

You raised an eyebrow, amused by his reaction, but without stopping to keep it intimate and provocative. "Oh, really?" you replied, pretending to be surprised. "It doesn’t seem like you’re suffering that much. In fact, it seems like you kind of like it, considering you can’t stop looking at me."

Jude gritted his teeth, his gaze now burning with anger. He couldn’t understand how you could drive him crazy so easily, but a part of him couldn’t look away from you, despite everything. "You like testing me, don’t you? You thought I’d let some kind words slip out, maybe?" he retorted, his sarcasm sharp.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I do," you responded with a mocking smile. "I enjoy seeing how you react. It's almost funny, if you think about it."

Federico, who had been trying to stay calm until then, looked around and saw that things were getting out of hand. "Hey, enough!" he intervened, trying to lower the tension. "Please, don’t start fighting now. I’m trying to keep this a civil dinner."

But you didn’t stop. Your provocative spirit was too strong, and his behavior annoyed you even more. "But you don’t really want to listen, do you?" you shot back at Jude. "Because if you don’t like me making you lose your patience, maybe you should look for someone who stays quiet. And I don’t think that’s me."

Jude slammed his fist on the table, his face darker than ever. "You have no idea how badly you’re making me want to completely ignore you," he said, his voice trembling with repressed anger. "But I know that's exactly what you want, right? You want to drive me crazy. Don’t think you’ll win with me."

"We’re already in the game, Jude," you replied, your voice deeper and sharper. "And I can see you like playing, at least a little."

Federico ran a hand over his forehead, feeling his heart race. He didn’t want everything to end like this, but it was clear that your battle with Jude had just begun. What was supposed to be a calm dinner was turning into a real battleground.

---

When they left the restaurant, the atmosphere was still tense, and despite Federico's attempts to keep the peace, the argument between you and Jude had left its mark. The guys parted ways, heading to their cars to go to training, but the heavy silence that followed was yet another sign that the tension hadn't subsided.

Federico, who could no longer stand the constant hostility between you and Jude, finally exploded. He approached Jude with determined steps, stopping him before he could get into the car. "I can't take it anymore, watching how you behave with her!" Federico burst out, his voice full of frustration. "Every time you two cross paths, it's the same story! I'm asking you to calm down, to stop fighting with her, and all you do is provoke her!"

Jude, who until that moment had tried to keep a facade of indifference, couldn't help but react. "It's not like you think, Federico," he replied, trying to sound calm, but his voice betrayed a defensive tone. "I don't want to argue with her, it's just that... she's unbearable! Every time I open my mouth, she answers like she's trying to challenge me, and you don’t understand how hard it is to stay calm with someone like her."

Federico looked at him, his eyes full of disappointment. "You don't get her, Jude. She's just a bit... different. She's an exuberant person, always ready to throw out a challenge, but that doesn't mean you should treat her like an enemy. I know her well, and I assure you, beneath all that attitude, there's just a strong personality. She's not trying to wage war on you."

Jude sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair, trying to contain the anger that continued to burn inside him. "She's driving me crazy, Federico," he admitted, looking at his friend with frustrated eyes. "I don't know what to do. Every time I see her, I feel like I have to be careful with every word I say because I know anything could seem offensive to her, even if it's not. It's like she's always ready to throw her fight at me."

Federico took a step back, trying to think of how to explain things better. "She's not challenging you, Jude. She's not trying to provoke you on purpose. She just has a way of doing things that might seem hard to handle, but I'm telling you honestly: she's just testing you. And as much as you want to deny it, I know something attracts you to her, even if you don't want to admit it."

Jude looked at him for a moment, in silence, as if he were trying to figure out if what Federico was saying made any sense. "I don't know, Federico…" he finally replied, his tone softer. "But I can't deny that something about her drives me crazy. But I don't even know how to deal with her. She's not the type of girl I’d expect to meet."

Federico smiled wryly. "Yeah, but maybe that's exactly why you should stop acting tough and try to understand what's behind that facade. She's not just a game, Jude. She's a complex person, and if you really want to have any chance with her, you need to stop treating her like a challenge and start seeing her for who she really is."

Jude remained silent, thinking over those words, but deep inside, he knew that the battle with you was just beginning. A cocky smile slipped out, but there was also a hidden unease. "We’ll see, Federico. We’ll see."

[wharfs]

2024/25 UEFA Champions League League Phase | Real Madrid vs VfB Stuttgart

[valverdefederico]

"I started to well up a little and just covered my face, it was lucky for me that Valverde was there to kind of support me in that moment."

— Jude Bellingham | ‘La Final’ | Episode 4

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

who's winning? Real talk

[sergionando]

RMA vs. ATM (September 29, 2024)

[kb9-ships-mistercriky]

they love each other so much! <3

[mentalbaddiex]

MIDFIELD OF DREAMS

[featguler]

Hiii!Can you write some fluff featuring Fede Valverde? Maybe when it's like reader and fede's anniversary (or something like that) and he surprises reader with something! (Idk what)

(Sorry for not really explaining my idea better <3)

Btw I love your writing!!!♡

love is fast asleep ────── no thing defines a man like love that makes him soft.

♡ ────── pairing : federico valverde x reader ♡ ────── tags : reader's gender, ethnicity, nationality, and appearance is not specified. pre-established relationship with fede, cute banters, fede is in looooove with reader omfg ♡ ────── wordcount : 1,232 ♡ ────── notes : i've been waiting for someone to request fede omfg he's sooo cute! and thank you so much, hope you enjoy this one, anon!! this is lightly based on noah kahan's strawberry wine, that song is so sweet and i feel like it describes him so much. sorry that this took so long, i was trying to think of what kind of surprise he would give reader. posted this just in time as my timeline fills with captain fede <333 ♡ masterlist.

Federico has got to admit that he is not usually one to simmer in hesitance.

You don’t get to where he is, after all, with self-doubt. You need strength, perseverance, confidence. Not everything that he has in life has been handed to him, but everything that he has in his life has been within his rights. He deserves everything that he has. He believes this.

Not everything that he has in life has been handed to him—yes, not everything. You, however, seem to be an exception. He can trace back all his accomplishments with his finger—the cause and reaction of every single goal he delivered, every single lap he ran, the contracts he signed—but not you.

No, no. 

You were handed to him, by some invisible hands, strung along with destiny that had led you to where he is.

His hands grip his steering wheel.

The moon is particularly bright tonight—on the car stereo, softly hums the love songs he carefully curated over the years, the ones you would mention that your parents would play as a child. Nostalgia is the best sort of romance; old school is where he bets his money at.

“Are we there yet?”

Federico didn’t make you put on a blindfold, but as he opens the door of the car and holds your hand as you step in, he insists that you have to close your eyes the moment he says so. He trusts you that you would keep your eyes closed. He trusts you enough.

“Close,” he says, glancing at you to drink in the way the moonshine reflects on the features of your face, and grins to himself, his face muscles aching in excitement.

It’s been three years since a mutual friend introduced the two of you, and two years since you got together—even so, Federico feels as though you’ve known him for all his life, as though you watched him grow up into his football jersey, into the man that he is.

Though at once, sometimes he wishes that he had met you sooner. You love him for all his scars and brittle parts, he is aware, but part of him figures that you would enjoy getting to know him when he was far gentler too.

You hum along to the melody of the song decorating the silence in the car. “You’ve been saying close for the past 30 minutes—I’m beginning to think that this is a kidnapping scheme, Federico.”

“Thirty minutes?” He repeats with a laugh, the car slowing down into a stop as he parks on a spot he had scouted for in the previous days. The moon slowly rises, and for a moment, Federico drinks in the sight of the kind crashing waves on the beach below them. “Only two songs have passed since you asked me the first time.”

“We stopped,” you ignored his response, eyes still shut. You press your palm against the dashboard, suddenly tense. “We’re here?”

“We’re here,” he laughs, “calm down, tiger. I’ll come and get you.”

The car keys lay flat in his pocket as he closes the car door behind him, walking over to your side.

“I smell salt,” you say the moment the sea air hits your nose as you extend a hand for Federico to gently grab. “And I hear water.”

“Aren’t you the smart one?” He chuckles, leading you out the car, for a moment placing his lips on top of yours as he shuts the car door.

You kiss him back, your other hand on the soft stubbles on his jaw. “Beach?” You ask.

He nods, as though you can see him, and places his forehead against yours. “Beach.”

Despite the way he longs to stay in that position, Federico eventually moves away, shifting his hand so that his fingers would intertwine with yours. He leads you to where the top of a short flight of stairs is carved out of natural stone and turns.

“Come on, darling,” he whispers, his grip around your hand tightening. “You’re closing your eyes, right? You gotta keep ‘em close.”

“Yes, baby,” you laugh, and for the thousandth time since he met you, he feels knots in his stomach.

He carefully leads you down the stairs, whispering encouraging words.

“Almost there,” he looks behind him for a moment, “aaand, there we go, the last bit of stairs.”

Excitement rushes up his spine as you try to balance your stance on the sandy ground, his stomach churning in nervousness.

“Baby,” he calls out, suddenly.

“Hm?” You tilt your head, looking at the direction you think his voice is coming from and he chuckles at how slightly off you are, tilting your head with his thumb on your chin.

“Listen,” he says, “don’t open your eyes.”

“Fede,” you whine, hands reaching to feel his forearms.

“I know, I know,” he laughs, leaning down to kiss your lips, then your forehead. “I just…” He blows out a breath, “...oh, I’m nervous.”

“Why?”

He smiles at your furrowed eyebrow, your hands cupping his face.

“I don’t know,” he admits, not letting his nervousness shine through his words. He closes his eyes, bracing himself. “Alright, you ready?”

“When have I not been?” You jest, drawing out a laugh from him.

He touches the hand on his cheek. “Alright,” he says, as though trying to convince himself. “Open your eyes.”

Federico blows out another breath, stepping back and away from you as your eyes flutter open, taking in the scenery before you. A picnic blanket on the sand, far enough from the shoreline to be weighted comfortably with four pieces of round rocks on each corner. He thought about the lighting, mulled over it, but the moon ended up enough candlelight for the both of you. In the middle of the blanket is a large picnic basket—inside, Federico has compiled his favourite food, your favourite food, and a good bottle of wine.

You gasp, hands on your chest, and while you are taking it in, Federico rocks on his feet, his palms are getting sweaty so he has been rubbing them dry against his pants for the past few seconds or so you’ve opened your eyes.

You look back at him, eyes watering, for some reason neither you or him knows.

“H-how?” You stammer, and Federico steps closer, brushing his thumbs against your cheeks.

“Why are you crying, baby?” Panic begins to fester in the pit of his stomach, “a friend helped me— baby, are you okay?”

You shake your head, laughing, and as you laugh, “No— no, no… I just love you…”

Federico pauses.

“...so much. Did you know that?”

“Oh,” he murmurs, hugging your head into his chest, “my love. It’s just a picnic, darling. We’ve done this a billion times, haven’t we?”

The corner of his eyes begin to blur, and he strokes the back of your head, this time rocking the both of you.

“This is different,” you sob against him, “two years, dear god, we’ve come a long way haven’t we?”

Federico rests the side of his head on top of yours, the harsh evening wind acting like it can carry you two away from the ground. He turns to kiss your temple, then your cheeks, then the side of your head, anywhere he could get his lips on as the tears fall freely on his face.

“We have, my love,” he whispers, “we have.”

[9kylian]

💋

[insidekatmind]

Meet my sister P.6-Jude Bellingham

plot: Federico Valverde wants to introduce his younger sister to Jude, his teammate. He hoped that something romantic would be born between them seeing that their characters were perfect together but things take a different turn

warning: handjob, masturbation

The evening came, but sleep seemed far away, as if it were a luxury you could not afford. You turned and turned in bed, but the feeling that Jude left you didn’t leave you for a second. Every thought that crossed your mind was about him: his arrogant smile, the way he had treated you, how he made you feel so alive and at the same time so powerless.

You felt your heart beat fast, but you did not know whether for anger or something more. The way he looked at you, challenged you, made you feel so exposed, yet you couldn’t hate him. You were beating yourself up, trying to figure out what it was about his behavior that attracted you so much. Yet, every time you tried to analyze him, his arrogant smile came to mind as if it were a mark that marked you, preventing you from going further.

Meanwhile, in his room, Jude couldn’t sleep. The same frustration that tormented you also afflicted him. His mind was back to that moment, when he had you against the wall, feeling the warmth of your body near his. He couldn’t understand why he wanted you so much, not even he could explain it. He hated you for your behavior, for your challenge, but at the same time he couldn’t help wanting you beneath him. His body had reacted to you, and now the thought of you could not leave it.

"I can’t believe that it’s driving me crazy," she murmured to herself, clenching her fist. "I should hate her, yet..." She stopped, with a tormented expression. Every time she thought about how frustrated you looked at how she had not made you reach orgasm, she groaned. He needed more, he needed to be in control, yet he knew you were a challenge that he could never easily win.

"I must make her yield," he said, while a cynical smile appeared on his lips. But in his heart, he knew it would be much harder than he thought. Every part of him wanted to have the situation under control, but he knew you would never let him. That awareness was more than anything else.

And so, you were both trapped in your thoughts, unable to sleep, both marked by the game that you had started unintentionally, but which now seemed to have become more than a challenge. A challenge that was consuming you, even if neither of you wanted to admit it.

Jude took his cock in hand caressing it while he thought about how to make you a good whore for him, ruining you while you in your room started masturbating thinking of him. You groaned and thought as the hatred between you was turning into something different even though you weren’t yet ready to admit it.

You were both desperate for each other but seemed not to notice.

"I swear I’ll fuck you up that fucking attitude you have" he whispered to himself as he reached his orgasm.

---

The day of the match arrived with an electric energy in the air. Jude was on the field, focused on the game, but when he raised his eyes for a moment, they met yours, sitting in the stands. His gaze immediately ignited, a mischievous smile forming on his face, as if he had found a new opportunity to provoke you, as if simply seeing you there was another challenge he was about to face.

You, however, didn’t let it affect you. You rolled your eyes with a sigh of exasperation, as if you were tired of this game he kept playing. His arrogant smile didn’t intimidate you anymore—or at least, you pretended it didn’t, trying not to let him see just how much it was actually annoying you.

Jude watched you with an expression that mixed anger and desire, and for a moment, his eyes grew more intense. His focus, which had been on the game up until that point, seemed to shift entirely to you. He couldn’t look away. Your presence, that gesture of defiance, seemed to ignite something inside him that he couldn’t control. It was as if you were playing with him, and he was more than ready to respond.

His face hardened, the corners of his lips curving into a look of disapproval. The match continued, but for Jude, the challenge between the two of you had taken over. Every move he made on the field, every pass, every run, seemed to be accompanied by an internal struggle, one between the desire to see you submit and the need to dominate you.

You kept your eyes on him, a mocking smile on your lips. "You don’t think you can impress me with those tricks, do you?" you thought to yourself, keeping your gaze fixed on him, fully aware of the power you had in provoking him.

Meanwhile, Jude couldn’t stop thinking about you. The game was becoming just background noise, his body moving on the field as if following a script he couldn’t control, his eyes desperately searching for yours, as if every move you made was a new key to unlocking your game. And yet, he couldn’t help but feel frustrated that you weren’t giving in.

It was a vicious cycle, and both of you seemed trapped in it, with no way out.

As the game progressed, Jude’s focus sharpened. His movements were precise, his confidence soaring with each passing minute. The crowd roared in excitement, but for Jude, there was only one thing on his mind: you. He could feel your gaze on him, your challenge lingering in the air, and he knew it was time to make you see just how much control he had.

In the 65th minute, Jude made a brilliant run toward the goal. The ball was passed to him in perfect timing, and with a swift, powerful strike, he sent it flying into the back of the net. The stadium erupted in cheers, but Jude’s eyes weren’t on the crowd; they were on you. He raised his arm in the air, acknowledging the goal, but his focus never left you in the stands. The mischievous smile was back, his eyes locked on yours with a fire that seemed to dare you to challenge him further.

A few minutes later, Jude struck again, this time with even more precision. The ball rolled past the goalkeeper as if mocking him, and with that, Jude scored his second goal. The celebration was wild, his teammates slapping him on the back, but once again, he immediately sought you out with his gaze.

This time, the smirk on his face was even more pronounced. He knew he had just made an undeniable statement, and now, he wanted you to know it. Jude’s eyes locked with yours as he wiped sweat from his forehead, his lips curling into a grin of pure arrogance.

As he turned toward the other side of the field, he couldn’t resist glancing back at you, daring you to react. He could feel the tension between you both building, the undercurrent of competition rising as he fed off the energy you sent his way. You weren’t going to break him, but he was determined to see if you’d benAfter the game, the air was still thick with adrenaline. Fans outside the stadium were shouting and applauding, but you, paying little attention to the chaos around you, decided to head toward the area where your brother, Federico, was waiting with some of his teammates. Despite everything, the thought of Jude hadn’t left your mind, and when you entered the area reserved for players, your eyes were immediately drawn to his figure outside the locker room.

There, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, was Jude. His eyes were fixed on you, and this time, there was no mask of provocation or disdain, only an arrogant smile that sent a shiver down your spine. His gaze was penetrating, as though he was studying you in every single detail, examining every move you made.

"I didn’t expect to see you here," he said with a tone that almost seemed amused, but there was also a hint of challenge. He slowly stood up, walking toward you with that air of superiority that you had come to recognize. Each step he took was filled with confidence, as if he were the one in control of the situation. And in a way, it seemed like he was.

You stopped a few steps away from him, not wanting to appear too vulnerable, but his smile annoyed you, making you feel like you were losing control. "Are you sure you want to play this game again?" you replied, trying to remain calm, but deep down, your frustration was growing.

Jude looked at you, his eyes full of a silent challenge. "Trust me, you're not the only one playing," he replied, his voice low and filled with unsettling confidence. He moved closer, until you were practically face to face. "You know, every time we cross paths, I can’t help but wonder... which one of us will give in first."

His breath was warm against your skin, and you felt like the distance between you two had evaporated, the tension thick in the air. But you didn’t let yourself be intimidated, even though you knew, deep down, you were playing a game that was slipping through your fingers.

"And what do you think?" you asked, your tone sarcastic, though your eyes betrayed you, unable to completely hide the turmoil inside.

He smiled again, but this time, it wasn’t just a smile of challenge. It was something deeper, as though he had just found the missing piece of the puzzle. "I think you're about to find out that it’s not just about who gives in first, but about who can keep control until the very end."

His words hit you like an electric shock. Jude had figured out exactly how to make you feel cornered, but you knew you wouldn’t give up easily. The battle between you two was just beginning, and the game was becoming more and more interesting.d, if you’d let that challenge turn into something more.

The crowd’s cheers filled the air, but in that moment, all Jude could hear was the beating of his own heart and the pulsing rhythm of your unspoken rivalry. You had his attention, and with those two goals, he had just made sure you knew it.

Before you could reply to that comment that had left you momentarily speechless, the locker room door suddenly swung open. Federico stepped out, his expression tired but immediately alert, his eyes darting quickly between you and Jude as if trying to ensure everything was under control.

"Please tell me you two weren’t arguing," Federico said in a tone that tried to stay calm but betrayed a certain level of concern. You knew him well; even if he tried not to show it, the tension in his gaze was obvious.

Jude wasted no time flashing that arrogant smirk of his—the one that made you want to teach him a lesson. "Arguing? Of course not, Fede," he replied smoothly, though his tone was dripping with provocation. "We were just... talking. You know how it is—your sister is always so fascinating in her arguments."

You turned toward Jude, clenching your fists to hold back your frustration. That smug grin, as if he thought he had won the battle, infuriated you, but there was no way you were going to let him have the upper hand. Not now, not ever.

"Fascinating is what people say when they’ve run out of intelligent comebacks," you shot back with a sweet smile, though your eyes were sharp like blades. "Federico, you should explain to your friends that they have no chance when they try to play games with me."

Federico sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Enough, you two. Why does it feel like you’re always about to explode whenever I see you together?"

Jude, without even glancing at Federico, kept his gaze locked on you, his smile widening even further. "Maybe it’s because someone can’t stand not being the one in control," he murmured, almost amused.

You felt the blood boiling in your veins. "Or maybe it’s because someone else should learn they’re not as interesting as they think," you retorted, refusing to back down.

Federico raised his hands in exasperation. "Enough, seriously! Jude, go change or do anything far away from my sister, please. And you…" he turned to you, pointing a finger. "Try not to rile up my teammates too much. It’s already complicated enough managing them without you adding fuel to the fire."

Jude stepped back, wearing that infuriatingly satisfied expression of someone who knew he’d left his mark. "As you wish, Fede," he said, raising his hands in feigned surrender. "See you later, princess," he added, looking at you with a gaze that was anything but innocent. Then he walked away, leaving you with a mix of anger and that frustrating feeling of being challenged once again.

Federico looked at you suspiciously. "What was that?" he asked, his eyes trying to read your expression.

"That?" you replied with a shrug, feigning indifference. "Just someone who can’t accept being put in his place." But deep down, you knew this game with Jude was far from over.

Federico nodded slowly at your words, but his gaze betrayed a certain skepticism. It was clear he wasn’t entirely convinced by your explanation, but for the moment, he decided to let it go. “Fine, but try not to cause any trouble,” he said before turning around and heading back into the locker room.

As soon as he walked through the door, a burst of loud laughter and muffled shouting greeted him. Federico stopped, closing his eyes for a moment as if summoning all the patience he could muster, then headed toward the center of the room. There, he found Vinicius, Rodrygo, Jude, and Mbappé in the middle of what could only be described as chaos.

Vinicius and Mbappé were competing to see who could knock over the most water bottles with rolled-up socks, while Rodrygo played referee, and Jude, comfortably seated on a bench, cheered them on with childlike enthusiasm.

“Come on, Vini! Aim better! You’re not on the pitch now!” Jude shouted, clapping his hands and laughing.

Federico ran a hand down his face, letting out a heavy sigh. “Is it possible that I can’t leave you alone for five minutes without you turning this place into a circus?”

The four of them turned to him abruptly, but instead of looking guilty, Vinicius raised an eyebrow with a mischievous grin. “Relax, captain, we’re just blowing off some steam after the match.”

“Relax?” Federico repeated incredulously, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re making a mess, and if the coach comes by, who do you think will have to explain everything? Me, as always.”

Rodrygo stepped closer with his usual innocent smile. “Come on, Fede, you know you’re the dad of the team. It’s your job to keep us in line!”

Federico shot him a glare. “Dad of the team? I’m not your babysitter, Rodrygo.”

“Well, you kind of are,” Mbappé chimed in, laughing as he threw another sock at a bottle, narrowly missing. “If it weren’t for you, we’d all be sent off by halftime.”

“Exactly,” added Jude in his usual provocative tone. “You should be proud of us. We’re a constant challenge, aren’t we?”

Federico sighed again, shaking his head. “A constant challenge is putting it mildly. Now, put everything away and try acting like professionals. You’re not kids anymore.”

Vinicius chuckled but started picking up the socks, followed by the others. “Okay, Dad,” he said teasingly, earning another stern look from Federico.

As the four of them tried to tidy up, Federico sat down on a bench, shaking his head. “Sometimes I wonder how you even manage to win matches with all this chaos you bring with you.”

“It’s because we’re brilliant, Fede,” Mbappé replied with a dazzling smile, earning a round of laughter from the group.

Despite himself, Federico couldn’t help but smile. As messy and immature as they were, he knew he wouldn’t trade this team for anything in the world.

[irishmanwhore]

FT thoughts:

-kylian goal, cama assist

-vini goal, luka assist

-luka modric don’t you EVER retire!!!

-jude works like a fucking dog every game and doesn’t get any reward for it. mans was creating play, tracking back to the defensive line, making crucial tackles, providing endless options in the box, and he doesn’t get a singular pass in a dangerous position. VERYYYYYY frustrating. and him getting mad at vini for not passing him the ball was very much warranted. like imagine you make a run from your half and into the box, and not getting a pass for an easy tap in. i’d be mad as hell too. get off his dick abt that. that was a normal reaction.

-fede finally got subbed off at a decent time for rest. times must be ending cause that’s RARE!!! he did great (what’s new)

-wtf was that defense in the second half??? lucas should’ve seen that player. like he was the last defender. there was no fucking reason for that to happen. and i’ve already seen ppl blame aurelien for that goal. it wasn’t his fault. lucas was late as hell to track back on his runner.

-midfield looked really sharp, for the most part. i like how they played off each other. they were phenomenal defensively, just need to fine tune some of the outlet passes.

-back to this defense, there were too many times where the obs were too high and caught out in transitions. it’s october, why is this STILL a problem??? too many gaps too. it’s like the players are unsure what to do. i saw mili, aurel, and rudi ask about 25 questions in the first half.

-vini and kylian did well up top but my god… pass the ball!! there were so many wasted opportunities. that game could’ve been 3-1, 4-1, or 5-1 if they would just pass the ball instead of trying to do a glory solo run. like i get it, but you can be selfless sometimes. and then other times they’re too selfless. like fix it.

-no arda or endrick… arda would’ve thrived in this game. endrick would’ve had endless chances to score.

-i did like the formation for the most part. just need to tighten up on the defense. they can’t be too spaced out against barca, dortmund, or liverpool.

[monjude]

They are BACK tomorrow! 🤍

[valverdefederico]

Entrevista con Federico Valverde | Selección Uruguaya | Copa América 2024

[kb9-ships-mistercriky]

just what I was waiting for. I missed them

[mentalbaddiex]

TEAM ❤️

[featguler]

their own thing ────── brahim tries knocking some sense into you.

⌗ pairing : federico valverde x reader ⌗ tags : reader's gender, ethnicity, nationality, and appearance is not specified. reader is friends with brahim—dare i say, they're best friends. NOT PROOFREAD ignore any grammatical errors!!!! ⌗ wordcount : 880 ⌗ notes : something for good luck for tonight's match!! good luck bous i love you all but i love you most valverde <3 title and quote from gracie abram's in between, this fic is also based on the song!! ♡ masterlist.

“Do it!”

“No!”

Brahim groans, letting his body fall back into the cushion as you snuggle your back comfortable on the other side of the couch.

Let’s just say that the two of you have had too much to drink that night, celebrating a particularly tough win, are a little bit tipsy, and fully laughing at whatever stupid shit the other decides to bring up.

And of course, the topic of you and Valverde—Federico, as you and Brahim both address him—comes into your conversation.

Because, how can he not be the hot topic around?

Brahim is proud of himself, often can be found boasting about how perfect the two of you seem together. He saw the vision—the invisible red string connecting you and Federico from one ring finger to the other. He was, naturally, the one to set up the simple three-people brunch, cancelling his half at the last minute; he was also the one encouraging Federico to send you a text after, and the one who urged  you to delete all those stupid dating apps filled with men barely over their previous lover.

And though you kind of—kind of—are grateful for Brahim’s involvement in trying to brighten up your stagnant love life, it can be embarrassing for you. You definitely do not appreciate it most times. Maybe because you and Federico are technically not together yet.

It doesn’t even feel like anything.

You’ve got a huge, fat, heavy crush on Real Madrid’s midfielder, and you aren’t even sure if he likes you back.

Brahim thinks you’re an idiot—but, really, when has he not thought that you’re an idiot?

“Okay,” he fishes his phone out of his left pocket. “I’ll give him a call, and” —

“No!” You jump—attempt to, at least—out to Brahim, but he raises his hand so that you can’t reach to snatch the phone away from his hand.

— “you’ll see! And you’ll see what I’m saying!”

You flop back to your previous position, rolling your eyes as a hiccup escapes your lips, your eyes travelling to the other side of the room.

There Federico is, laughing amongst people you mostly don’t know, looking more handsome under the dim lighting of the pub than you have ever seen him, his hair still tainted in white after dying them a few months back for winning the Champions League. Maybe it’s the alcohol in your system, trying to compel your mind into braving yourself to step into his vicinity and sweep him away, but once you look at him, you cannot look away.

Just as Brahim lets out a laugh, you can see Federico feeling his phone vibrate on the island. He turns it over to see who is calling, and presses on the mute button, placing it back on the cold surface.

“Dick,” Brahim elbows your torso and you try wiggling away from him. “Your turn.”

“This is stupid,” you mutter, this time fishing out your phone with a groan. You watch Federico, your vision blurring as you chug down the shot on the floor table before you.

Clicking on his name on your contact list, you see him visibly sighing, and you bite your lower lip. He follows the same step as he did: flipping the phone over, and scanning the name of this caller.

This time, his eyes widened. You see his back straightening, his shoulder broadening, and his throat clearing. He excuses himself from the seemingly important conversation, places one hand inside of his jacket before taking the call.

Brahim’s elbow digs into your torso as his giggles turn diabolical—you raise a foot to kick his knee away from him. The heat rises, then, from the warmth of the tonic in your stomach, up to your chest, then spreading to your neck and ears and face.

“Hey,” Federico’s voice reaches over to you—you see him looking around the room, scanning the crowd for you. When he sees you, he sends you a sweet smile, his crow feet digging deep into his skin.

He looks so gentle, so sweet. Like his smile could take away any pain simmering down on your life.

“Oh, Federico,” you shoot an attempt at not stammering. “Sorry— I was about to call my mom, clicked on your name by mistake.”

Brahim clutches his knee, and then his stomach, before rolling from the couch to the floor, giggling to the back of his hand.

“Are you leaving already?”

His eyebrows furrow in confusion, and you answer with a hiccup. Federico maintains eye contact, as though not aware that Brahim is on the floor, dying with laughter when he proves his own theory right once again.

“Need a ride home?”

“No,” you shake your head, sighing in embarrassment, shooting back a shy smile.

“I didn’t drink,” he glances back at the group of people he was talking to. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

You are the first to break the held gaze, glancing down at Brahim before lightly kicking the small of his back. Brahim turns to you, his eyes glazed with tears from laughing too much at his victory.

“If you insist…”

You take a deep breath, blowing it out softly before glancing back up, meeting his eyes exactly where they were when you left them.

“Alright. Sure. Why the hell not.”