#joão felix x you

[httpsdana]

hiiii can i please request a joao felix fic where they do the ‘a boy who’s jacked and kind’ tiktok trend!! i think it’ll be really cute! love ur fics xx

Jacked and Kind~João Fèlix

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

João was lounging on the couch, scrolling through his TikTok fyp when he suddenly burst out laughing. “amor, you need to see this”

She glanced over, eyebrow raised, as he showed jer a video of a couple participating in the trending challenge to Sabrina Carpenter’s song.

The boyfriend lifts his girlfriend onto his shoulder with ease, flexing his muscles and looking ridiculously proud.

“Oh, no,” she groaned, already sensing what was coming. “You’re not going to make me do that, are you?”

João’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “Oh, I’m absolutely going to make you do it. You’ve seen these arms, right?” He flexed dramatically, giving his bicep a quick squeeze.

She laughed, rolling her eyes. “Please, João. I’m not exactly lightweight, you know.”

“amor, I’m practically a superhero. I lift cars for fun.” He gave her a teasing look, clearly trying to be serious, but the way he said it made her giggle.

“Okay, Mr. Superhero,” she teased. “But if you drop me, I’m posting it to the internet, and you’ll never live it down.”

“I won’t drop you,” he said confidently, then added with a playful smirk, “But you’ll definitely post it, right? Gotta show off my muscles to the world.”

She raised an eyebrow, her arms crossed. “You’re such a child.”

“oh shut up” João replied , leaning in to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “Now, come on, let’s make this video. We’re gonna go viral.”

She sighed dramatically but gave in, standing up from the couch. “Fine, but if I break my back, I’m blaming you.”

“You’ll be fine, princesa. Just trust me,” João said with a wink. “You ready?”

She grabbed her phone, adding the song and preparing to film as he positioned himself. He flexed his arms one last time and gave her a wink. “Okay, on three. Hold on tight, and don’t look scared.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m not scared, just... cautious.”

“three...two...one” João counted with the TikTok counter

In one fluid motion, João crouched down, then lifted her effortlessly onto his broad shoulders.

She yelped in surprise at how quickly it happened, but João’s hand was already on her thigh, holding her steady, while the other arm flexed proudly in front of the camera.

“Whoa, you actually did it,” she said, half in shock, half in awe. She couldn’t stop smiling, though she was still a little unsure of the whole thing.

João looked up at her with that proud grin. “Told you, princesa. I’m jacked and kind. A perfect match for this trend.”

She couldn’t help but laugh, trying to keep her balance. “You look like you’re about to audition for a bodybuilding competition.”

He flashed her a teasing wink, flexing again for the camera. “All for you, meu amor. Look at these muscles. You’re lucky to have me.”

“Lucky? I’m more like terrified,” she joked, her grip tightening on his shoulders as he started moving around a bit.

“Oh, come on, you love it. Admit it,” he teased, giving her a wink. “The view from up here is pretty great, right?”

She smirked. “Well, I guess it is. But don’t get too cocky, okay?”

“Too late,” João said, his grin growing wider as he flexed once more. “This is how you do it, amor.”

“Okay, okay,” she laughed, rolling your eyes. “I’m impressed. Just put me down already the phone stopped filming ages ago.”

“you’re making me look good right now though.”

She laughed at his words before he gently lowered her back down, his hands sliding to her waist to steady her.

She stood there, grinning up at him. “Okay, I’ll admit it. You’re strong.”

He gave her a proud look, holding up his phone to check the video. “Told you! This is gonna get so many views.”

“You’re so full of yourself,” she teased, poking him in the chest.

“I’m full of you, meu amor,” João said with a wink, pulling her in for a kiss. “Now let’s post this before I start flexing again. Don’t want to break the internet with all this muscle.”

Dhe laughed against his lips. “Alright, alright. your fan girls are gonna love this video”

He pulled back, laughing at her words. “oh the edits will be amazing”

She smiled up at him, nodding head.

“Of course they'll be. your fans never miss”

João laughed, pulling her closer for another kiss. “I don't care about them. I just want everyone to know that I'm real boyfriend material”

She laughed at his words, leaning her head against his chest as they settled on the couch, their video long forgotten as they spent the rest of the evening in each other's arms.

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[i-care-4u]

[ ✹ ] JOÃO FÉLIX HEADCANONS

PAIR: JOÃO FÉLIX X READER

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED | MASTERLIST

DATING JOÃO FÉLIX INCLUDES…

supporting him in every team that he’s in

joão inviting you to travel around the world with him

morning cuddles

“morning amor.” joão places his warm arms around your waist

you giggled at the portuguese player, “morning stink.”

taking morning walks with him and his dog, floki

floki chooses you over joão

“aww, floki likes me more than you.”

stealing joão’s clothes, especially his caps and hoodies

“y/n have you seen my gray ⎯” joão asked before he caught you wearing his comfortable gray hoodie.

he’s your gamer boy

you would sit beside him and watch him play on his pc

at times, it hurts your ears to just listen to joão screaming on his mic

“come on, come on,” joão was aggressively pressing his controls of his playstation in hopes of winning, “SIIIUUUUU!”

shopping sprees

he would spend anything for you ⎯ he would pay the maximum as he will buy you the most expensive gifts ever

“what’d you bring me this time?” you observed joão coming back with a bag with the prada logo attached. you thanked him for the gift and in exchange, you gave him a kiss.

“you deserve nice things, anjo.”

dinner dates

he would take you to any restaurant. 5-star? fast food? he will get you the food.

taking you to the beach at least once a month

watching the sunsets at the beach when you two got the time

“it’s like i’m looking at a painting right now. put it on the louvre or something.”

“not if the louvre puts you first, amor.”

he’s basically head over heels for you

[i4bellingham]

BREAKFAST IN BED: joão felix x reader

CONTENT: implied previous sexual intercourse, nothing to explicit, kissing, marking, making out (?), mentions of hickeys, innuendos :P + not proofread (online translated) portuguese so translations might be wrong

NOTE: i feel like shit right now because i literally went about my day without eating anything ���️ and i was wondering why i felt nauseous and with a head-splitting headache like i’m so stupid

João has a secret.

Well, not really a secret secret but not a lot of people know of it either.

He’s got freckles dusting the wide expanse of his broad shoulders, usually being covered by his tan when he was back home in Portugal or when he spent his break bathing in the Spanish summer. But in the cold London weather and the lack of sun to bathe his skin, his freckles were more prominentㅡ beautifully prominent than ever.

With his head laid on your bare chest, fluffy hair in a mess and shoulders so broad they nearly covered you, you have the perfect spot to see the small brown dots littering all across his shoulders up to his mid waist.

You reach a finger, touching his warm skin underneath the pad of your index before slowly connecting João’s freckles like how you would trace the stars up in the night sky.

Your boyfriend was still sleeping soundless above you, releasing a soft breath of relief here and there when your finger touched the spot on his nape.

You ran your finger from his back freckles to running them through his hair, softly massaging his scalp as he slowly opens his eyes, adjusting from the light that greeted him from his sleep.

“Good morning.” He smiles, reaching down to kiss the skin of your throat.

You rub your palm over his back, prompting him to lay down on you as he enjoys himself of the soft waking moment with you, just like he always does.

“Já é hora do almoço, meu amor.” You tell him. It’s already lunch time, my love.

He lets out a groan, adjusting his head back on his pillows before it's you who he pulls towards him, laying a hand across your stomach as he curls beside you.

“Está com fome?” He pulls the duvet over his chest, draping it over his figure to protect himself from the cold. Are you hungry?

You nod. “A little bit.”

“Should we eat out or just cook? Mas ainda não quero deixar a cama.” He groans and pats his cheeks. “E ainda não recebi os meus beijos matinais.” But I still don’t want to leave the bed though. And I still haven't received my morning kisses.

You jokingly roll his eyes at that, watching his smile widen when you lean down to kiss him on the cheek.

“Just one?” He pouts.

You roll yourself over above him, caging him beneath your rather smaller frame before leaning down to kiss his lips.

João grabs your waist, letting the white sheet fall off your shoulders before disconnecting your lips from each other as he started trailing kisses down your throat, occasionally nipping at your skin and marking the spot that he wasn't able to last night. He connects your forehead together, watching you through lidded eyes as he observes your marked-up skin, purples and reds dotting your chest, throat and neck like his perfect little canvas.

“You know what? My appetite just change, I think I want breakfast in bed right now...”

[purinfelix]

talking shit with joao bc we’ve seen this man gossip on the field i feel like gossiping with him is so fun esp if him and his gf went to and athletic event of some kind and during halftime or before the game starts whenever the jumbotron shows them you just see joao and his gf gossiping (joao would cover readers mouth so lip readers and the internet don’t start shit!) also this is lipgloss joao imagine anon hi! :)

a/n: ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED with this idea omg thank u lipgloss anon you never disappoint oml 🙏

Even if it made your head spin a little, you were grateful for how loud the stadium was since it made gossiping with your boyfriend easier. Leaning over to him for what seemed like the thousandth time you whispered a snarky remark in his ear, leaning back with a satisfied smile after seeing him break into a smile.

Sure it might not have been the best thing to be doing at a basketball match you had been specially invited to, but it sure was fun. The screech of a whistle signified the end of the second quarter and you watched as the attention shifted away from the courts. People around you hurried to beat the bathroom lines or to grab a drink, but you and your boyfriend stayed put.

“Look over there,” you hear him chuckle and you did as you were told, eyes landing on a couple clearly in a fight. Your smile only widened when you noticed the two of them wearing different jerseys.

You were in the process of leaning over to offer another comment, but you noticed your boyfriend’s eyes drifting upwards. Regardless you started anyways, before his hand came up, gently bumping the side of your cheek as he shielded it. Looking at your confused expression, he let out a low chuckle as he nodded to the giant screen hovering over the centre of the court.

“All eyes are on us baby, be careful,” looking upwards, you were met with the giant image of the two of you. Trying your best not to look ridiculously guilty at being caught in the act you smiled and gave a shy little wave.

The guilt's effect didn't last long though since the minute the cameras switched to someone else, you returned to whispering to your boyfriend - only this time you were sure to cover your mouth.

[joaosnovia]

You gotta give us more dad!joao content! Maybe a fic inspired by the girl dad head cannons you did before! Orrr maybe one where the club hosts a family day for the players!

❦ - la rainha de cobham

summary:: family day at cobham and joao decided to bring you and your two year old daughter

warnings:: none!!

writers note:: dad joao has me WEAK so yk im gonna have fun writing this!! respectfully i love this idea yall are masterminds keep it upppp 😍 also ive started to be more organised w the fics so are we liking it???

word count:: 925

Joao crouched beside his 2 year old daughter, Maya, who stood next to him, proudly wearing her Chelsea kit, clutching her tiny football. Her tiny foot tapped the ball uncertainly before she kicked it, the ball wobbling a few feet away.

‘Golazo!!!’ Joao cheered, lifting his arms dramatically as if she’d just scored in the champions league final.

Maya squealed, chasing after the ball, her brown curls bouncing as she went. Joao laughed, glancing over his shoulder at the sound of your voice calling out his name.

‘There’s my star player,’ you teased as you walked up to him.

‘And there’s my biggest fan,’ Joao shot back with a wink.

‘Number one fan? I’m pretty sure Maya took that title as soon as she was born.’ you teased again, raising an eyebrow.

He laughed, picking Maya up and propping her up on his hip. ‘We’ll call it a tie then.’

Today was special, not just any day at training but the clubs first family training day. Players had bought their nieces, nephews and kids, filling the fields with laugher, squeals and the occasional flying football. For Joao, it was a perfect combination of two things he loved most: football and family.

‘Alright, princesa,’ Joao said, setting Maya down on the grass. ‘You’re in charge of warming up.’

‘Warm up?’ she repeated, her tiny voice filled with curiosity.

Joao nodded, taking her hands and moving her arms in big exaggerated circles. ‘Like this. Big circles, like you’re flying.’

Maya copied him, giggling as her arms flailed. You watched, amused, snapping a few photos on your phone as Joao lead her through his own toddler friendly version of stretches.

‘Can’t let my star player pull a muscle,’ he said with a grin.

When the warm up was over, Joao jogged over to join his teammates whilst you stayed on the sidelines with Maya. She watched her dad intently, her big eyes following him as he weaved through cones effortlessly and passed the ball with his usual finesse.

‘Papa’s fast,’ she said, her voice full of awe.

‘The fastest.’ you agreed, brushing a curl from her face.

A whistle blew, and the coaches announced that it was time for a mini game featuring the kids. Joao immediately jogged over, scooping Maya up and tossing her up in the air.

‘You ready, princesa?’ he asked.

‘Ready!’ she squealed.

Joao and a few other players formed an impromptu coaching squad, dividing the kids into two teams. Maya, of course, was on Joao’s team, and he crouched beside her as he explained the game.

‘Okay, Maya, see that goal over there?’ he asked, pointing to the small net.

She nodded seriously, her little face scrunched in concentration.

‘Kick the ball into the net, and then we celebrate, okay? Big celebrations, like this..’ Joao jumped up and ran in a circle, flailing his arms like he’d just scored the most important goal of his life.

Maya burst out laughing and mimicked him, spinning in circles until she plopped onto the grass, dizzy but happy.

The mini-game began, and the field turned into a delightful chaos of tiny feet chasing after oversized soccer balls. Joao cheered loudly every time Maya so much as touched the ball, his pride evident in the way his face lit up. When she finally managed to kick the ball into the net, he swept her up into his arms, spinning her around.

‘Goal!’ he yelled, his voice ringing out over the field. ‘That’s my girl!’

Maya laughed so hard she had to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

You couldn’t help but smile at the scene, your heart full as you watched Joao seamlessly blend his two worlds.

By the time the game ended, Joao was drenched in sweat but grinning from ear to ear. He carried Maya on his shoulders as you walked back to the sidelines, where the families were gathering for snacks and water.

‘Did you have fun, princesa?’ Joao asked, tilting his head to look up at her.

‘Yes, Papa!’ she chirped, patting his head like he was her personal horse.

‘She’s ready for her contract,” you joked, handing Joao a water bottle.

He laughed, taking a long sip before responding. ‘Give her a few years. She’ll be breaking records in no time.’

Maya let out a tiny yawn, leaning forward to rest her chin on Joao’s head. ‘Tired already?’ he asked, his voice softening.

‘Papa… carry me,’ she mumbled sleepily.

Joao’s expression melted, and he adjusted her on his shoulders, his hands steadying her little legs. ‘Anything for my princesa,’ he murmured.

As the sun began to set, the coaches called for a group photo. Joao joined his teammates, keeping Maya perched on his shoulders. You snapped a few extra photos on your phone, capturing the way her giggles lit up Joao’s face.

‘Send me those later,’ he said as you all walked toward the car, Maya dozing off in his arms.

Joao carefully buckled Maya into her car seat, her tiny body still wrapped in her Chelsea kit. Once she was settled, he leaned against the car door, looking at you with a soft smile.

‘Days like this,’ he said quietly, ‘remind me why I play.’

As you drove home, Maya’s soft snores filled the car, her tiny hand still clutching the mini soccer ball she refused to let go of. Joao glanced back at her in the rearview mirror, his eyes full of love.

‘Best team I’ve ever had,’ he murmured, and you smiled, knowing exactly what he meant.

[pedriache]

anything joão please 💗 i love you you’re my favorite writer

Like real people do 𖦹 João Félix !

summary. spending a warm, raining night with joão was everything and anything you could ever ask for.

word count. 510+

disclaimers. fluff!! + kiss

authors note. for my pooks @joaoflms <3 and thank you anon loves youuu sorry this is lowk ass

The rain splattered softly against the window, creating a soothing rhythm that filled the apartment—aside from the soft music coming from your record player. You were curled up on the couch, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, staring at the storm that raged outside. João walked in from the kitchen, carrying two mugs of hot chocolate. His hair was still slightly damp from the rain he’d walked through earlier to get inside the apartment complex.

“Looks cozy in here,” he spoke, voice warm and soft as he handed you one of the mugs.

“Thanks,” you murmur, taking it from him with a smile. Your fingers brushed, and you felt a light flutter in your chest, even though you’d been together for months now.

João had a way of making your heart race without even trying.

He eased onto the couch beside you, his body instantly radiating warmth. “Move over!” The brown haired man teases, nudging your knee gently.

Your eyebrow quirks, “there is plenty of room.” Your protests were followed by a short laugh, but João only furrowed his eyebrows further.

“Not if I want to sit next to you,” João replied, already moving to lift your blanket so he could join in on the comfort it provided.

Shifting slightly to make room, he settled in beside you, draping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. The scent of rain mixed with your boyfriend’s cologne filled the small space, adding an extra sense of comfort for you.

“You didn’t get too cold out there, did you?” You ask while laying your head down onto his shoulder.

Dark brown eyes found yours and he spoke, a small smile gracing his lips, “No. Not when I knew I’d be coming in to this.”

Raising an eyebrow, your lip curls into a smirk. “To this? You mean to hogging my blanket and personal space?”

He was quiet for a moment, eyes flickering across your features, his expression softening into something words couldn’t quite capture.

“No,” He starts slowly, “I mean, you.” Your breath catches in your throat as his words sunk in. He really did have a way with words, always has.

Regaining your composure, you hide your flustered state by quipping, “you’re such a sap.” Lifting the warm mug to your lips, you take a sip of your hot cocoa, hiding your smile.

“Oh, whatever! You love it.” He shot back, his grin playful despite how right he—and you—knew he was.

You couldn’t even argue with that. Instead, you set your mug on the table beside you and rest your head on his shoulder once again.

“I do, I really do.” You admit softly, voice barely above a whisper.

João doesn’t respond. He simply sets his mug beside yours, eases his index finger under your chin and lifts it. Your chest tightens as his head dips to yours, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

He only pulls away for a short second so he could mumble a small, “I love you”, before his lips were back on yours.

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ᝰ.ᐟ tags @halfwayhearted @lechrts @joaoflms @sakashq @be11ingham @spidybaby @piastri-fvx

[dehlicia]

i'm not crazy when i say that floki and joão felix are lookalike, i mean, LOOK AT THEM

[the-offside-rule]

João Felix (FCBarcelona) - Fatherhood

Requested: anon wattpad

Prompt: 3) "I'll stay with you as long as you need me to."

14) "It's too early."

'Where João and Y/n jist had a baby and they bring it home but the baby keeps waking up so João goes to help so Y/n can get some sleep.'

Warnings: nada

While it seemed that each and every person I the busy city of Barcelona was asleep on this warm Summer's evening, that was far from the case. Not because of the people awake to get ready for their jobs, or the people on the metro, but because of a tiny newborn baby, screaming down an entire house. Y/n put her hands over her eyes and she listened to her newborn son crying and it didn't seem that he was going to quieten down anytime soon either. "It's too early." She mumbled to herself. Y/n felt the bed move beside her to see João, her boyfriend, sit up and toss their duvet sheet off himself. "Oh no, João. I'll go. You have to training tomorrow-"

"You go back to sleep. I'll take care of him, don't worry." João said, moving the hair from his girlfriend's face and pressing a gentle kiss onto her forehead, before leaving the room and heading into the nursery. He opened the door and looked straight to the crib where his son, Paulo lay crying. "Bom dia, homenzinho." He whispered, leaning over the crib to pick him up. He rocked the child in his arms, shushing and humming, mixed with some reassuring 'tudo bem' the odd time. "Let's go get you some breakfast, homenzinho." João held the baby against his chest and placed a blanket over him to keep Paulo warm.

The pair headed downstairs carefully and into the kitchen to grab some milk. The crying had calmed down to the occasional cough or usual baby noise. João heated the bottle and shook it before he checked if it was cool enough and fed Paulo. João's head fell back in relief to finally have the baby quiet. "Take you time." He chuckled as Paulo drank the bottle quickly, having to stop to take a breath. "I'll stay with you as long as you need me to, homenzinho." He whispered. "I always will."

[joaofelix70]

69 WITH JOÃO FÉLIX | a concept.

author's note: first of all, thank you for reading this and my first story that was boycotted by his ex's fans, lmao (i know joão's flopping here, actually) 💀

many people are not writing for him anymore and that's why i'm doing justice to him, so you're welcome, lol. please, tell me what you think about this work, polite feedbacks are VERY appreciated. i get inspired in the morning and wrote it kinda quickly. really random, but i need to say how obsessed i am with joão being religious, like this gif shows. the way he's crossing himself, kissing his hand and pointing to the sky 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

I'M CRYING, SOBBING ON MY KNEES AND BEGGING HIM TO HAVE A RELIGIOUS FAMILY WITH ME. also, my requests are open. i'm waiting for you to talk to me there <3

warnings: self-explanatory sex position. +18 content. smut, nsfw without context. plus, he's also fingering you here (our dream 😭).

words: 461.

"holy shit, what a good pussy. i missed it, princesa (princess). i missed you!" his fingerprints wrap in your midst of the hot, overflowing fountain: causing an insatiable thirst, to which no other substance would be able to succumb.

"i always need you so badly, gatinho (handsome). i fucking belong to you!" your whimpers exude despair in the name of pleasure, making joão laugh and his ego to inflate.

"of course you do! all this shit, all this is only mine. fuck, i'm such a lucky guy." your walls tighten and compress his beautiful bones, sending sinful sensations to his area of hardness and dampness. then, you're empty. his tongue curls around his fingers, appetizing you.

"so fucking delicious!" wet kisses are deposited on your neck and boobs: delighting his face on each, vehemently sucking and biting them.

"use my body to show it, joão. i'm yours!" your hands involve around the structure of his cock, lips swallowing the resplendent pre-cum from the head and witnessing it run down your chin. stroking and tasting the testicles, you lift your mouth and enter every inch of it into your throat, scratching his toned tights. your hair is pulled by félix and your head guided to have him deeper, completely.

"yeah! just like that! be the good and grateful girl that you are. i'm so proud of you, princesa." joão's destabilized, moaning in portuguese, echoing your name with his beautiful accent, while eyes are closed. however, he doesn't stop. his saliva spread throughout the shape of your torso, hickeys pigmenting the place below where you're most begging to be touched. his mouth explores your intimacy, painting formats and drawings, like you're his work of art: his nose rubbing your clit and offering continual instigations, the tip of his tongue persistently granting the beg leave in the entrance. so he persists, controlling your greedy movements against his face: firm pressure on your waist.

"let me know when you're close, ok? wanna take care of you!" félix grabs your ass, flattening and reddening your skin. tears are shed over your flushed face, your voice weakened after so many verbal liberations. you hold his dilating dick and slap it on your cheek, teasing it through licks and your light, sensitive touch.

"tell me how much you love me, gatinho. i deserve this for being your good girl who is about to cum on your face." you testify his acts getting intensified: ecstasy, along with sexual spasms, protruding from joão. his head goes back and, at this point, he's worshiping you. you're his religion.

"i fucking love you, y/n. gonna cum in your precious mouth and throat!"

"that's my man who i fucking love! please, come for me and i'll do the same for you!"

[julianalvarez9]

one nail drives out another / joão félix

summary: it had all started as a mutual favour: you weren't over your ex, and neither was he. but the old saying one nail drives out another proves to be true. author's note: had this in the drafts for too long and just needed to get it out, even if i just couldn't finish it in a way that i liked :( hope it's still good tho.

warnings: smut with a plot. wc: 2.2k words

the deal was simple: he calls you when he feels alone, and you do too.

in reality, it's simpler to say that you call him to avoid calling your ex. this is what you said to yourself every time: it was for a good cause, really. anything to help you avoid the man who broke your heart several times. 

joão was one hundred percent better than that man could ever be, and you knew it was safer: at least, he wouldn’t break your heart. above every single adjective he could be described with, he was kind. and after knowing him for such a long time, you also were aware of how hard it was for him to let his past relationship go, no matter if he knew it wasn’t good for him, no matter how much she actually hurt him. he was in the same situation as you: heartbroken and on the verge of falling, again.

the kiss was heated, tongues meeting and battling each other for dominance, while letting you taste him. you still could feel the vodka on his lips, intoxicating, although you doubted if what was making your brain go into overdrive was the alcohol, or joao’s ragged breath. “i need to stop thinking about her for a second,” he pleaded, warm brown eyes normally turning a shade darker. he continued the trail of kisses, messy and wet over your neck. “please, help me”.

tonight, it was your turn to call joão.

you were about to call your ex, again, for the second time after six months, until you thought otherwise. it wasn't rocket science to understand that you were feeling alone. the flat in which you lived in now was the same one you once shared with your ex boyfriend, and sometimes, no matter how many hours you try to spend out of the four walls, you can't forget what happened. how it all went wrong, so suddenly. the doubts start to creep in when the sun sets, and you start doubting whether it maybe was your fault, after all. surely, nothing you could have ever done could excuse his cheating, but why weren't you enough?

[12:11] you said: are you awake?

[12:11] joão said: yeah

[12:11] joão said: i was just about to text you

[12:12] you said: mind if i come to your house?

[12:12] joão said: it would be my pleasure

it's been a few weeks since you've seen him, with the international break getting him away from you and his schedule just being crazy in general. and even though you were thankful for it, as a way of getting your feelings on check, you also found yourself missing him. which made everything worse. after almost four months, he knew you like the back of his hand. knew how to rile you, how to touch you, what you liked. you craved him in a way no other guy would fulfill. 

you had tried it.

you barely make it through the door before joao's planting his lips on yours fiercely. it's been too long, he thinks, while sinking his fingers hard onto your hips and backing you onto the main door, hard.

"you don't know how much i missed this," he says, and the warmth starts to seep into your bones, not only where you would expect it to when a pretty boy like him has his hands on you. the effect he has on you it's incredible, and you can only moan in response, legs almost giving up when he sinks a bit to grab the back of your thighs, signaling you to jump. you've got your legs clamped around his waist while he gets both of you into his bedroom.

he lays you onto the bed carefully, with him on top of you while the heavy makeout session continues. his hands roam your entire figure like he has forgotten the trace and wants to remember it. as if he could ever forget, he thinks to himself, before focusing right back into your taste. "do something, joão," you beg, your hands going to the top of his head and slightly tugging on his hair when he starts to trail down his kisses, wet lips tasting all the exposed skin he has available, before growing impatient and pulling the end of your shirt softly. although he's desperate to taste you, he remains calm, helping you take the clothes off before he proceeds to do the same.

he cups your heat through your underwear, and your hips bucked instinctively against his hand. he smirks, the little devil, when he feels how wet you are for him, even though your core remains clothed. you know it's been too long, and you're chasing this fix like he was the most addictive drug. "you're so wet, princesa, so needy. is this all for me?".

he wants to edge you, he wants to make you beg for him, but who's he kidding? joao's almost as desperate as you, not even being able to take off your undergarments fully, and instead, moving it to the side. he slides two fingers inside of you at once, your slick coating his fingers instantly as he feels you clenching around his digits. soon enough you're almost there and he notices, instead taking your fingers off your entrance and savoring your taste in his mouth, humming contently. he wants to feel you tightening around his length instead of his hand, and he hurries to extend the condom over his hard on.

your lips part when you feel his tip at your entrance, right where you need him most, and your fingers grab onto whatever skin he has close to you to remain grounded. his biceps are the ones suffering the attack of your nails on them, pleading him silently to, finally, make his way into you. he's slow at first, with you so tight after a few weeks apart from each other, and his eyes flutter shut, trying to maintain his composure until he bottoms out. you can't even think straight at this point, small whimpers leaving your mouth pleading him to move. joao finds the rhythm that has you moaning his name nonstop soon enough, like he always does, and you grab him by the nape of his neck to get him to kiss you and swallow your desperate noises.

“i won’t last long,” you warn, voice barely audible while your back arches away from the bed, creating a gap from the mattress. “go ahead,” joao encourages, keeping the pace that is driving you mad, and soon enough, you come undone under him. he helps you ride out your high, and thanks to how you’re clenching around him, he lets go too, not long after you. 

the air is tense once the moment has seemingly broken, both your staggered breaths, the only sounds heard through the four walls. joao knows he has to say something about the elephant in the room, but still, he doesn’t know how. you’re the first one to move, not sparing him a glance as you start to collect your things to leave, wanting to avoid the question repeating in your head. what the fuck are we?

"why do you never stay over?" he asks instead, resting his back over the bed frame. his hands pillowed under his head in a relaxed gesture, but he’s anything but calm while the question floats in the air. 

"what?" you call, not having heard his ask: you were too busy trying to find your underwear to pay attention to what the portuguese was saying. still, he continued. "it's like you run away from me every time,” he says, frowning at the thought. 

once he realizes that he won't be having an answer until you find what you're looking for, he focuses on your surroundings, scanning the poorly lit room until he finds your undergarments. they're dropped by his side of the bed, serving as a reminder of what had occurred between you two not too long ago. 

joão hooks the piece of lace cloth on his fingers, catching your attention, before you go and take them from him, slipping them on almost effortlessly. “is there a problem with me?".

now, with you not completely naked, you can answer him, although still refusing to dive into his warm brown eyes. "absolutely not”.

“and here you are, running away,” he laughs bitterly while getting up from the bed to grab his shirt. god bless, you think. the mere sight of him, laying on his bed, in just his black calvins was almost enough to get you back on the bed. but you can’t, you remind yourself. 

“i thought it was what you wanted, no?” you counteract. it’s like joao doesn't remember the talk you had before it all began. “part of the no feelings attached thing you talked about," you remind him, and he huffs annoyed, before going back to being seated on the edge of the bed, back towards you. 

you can see the marks your fingernails made on his tanned skin, still red from your doings. you’re tempted to bring it to his attention, maybe to avoid his teammates catching them tomorrow morning when he has to go back to training, but the words die on your throat.

he mutters lowly, gripping his hair like he’s about to pull some strands off. "you don't think we fucked it up already?”.

"what are you talking about?".

of course you know what he’s talking about. the deal made it clear that it was just sex: but you were friends first and foremost, and you couldn’t avoid your friend group, which you shared with him. you couldn’t avoid the questions they asked. who has you smiling so big lately, y/n? are you seeing anyone? no, of course not. i can present to you a friend, then. 

the mere thought of you with someone else made joao see red, and that's how he noticed something had changed, and that he had to do something about it before what he feared became a reality. he initially had said he had enough of relationships, and just didn't want the complications it brought. and after what he went through, it was safe to say his trust issues were at their worst. just like yours. that's why it was such a good deal at first: to get the benefits of a relationship without the problems of actually keeping one. 

“i missed you while i was away,” he begins, and your stomach turns when you hear what he has to say next. “you don’t see a problem?”. you want to say that you missed him too, but the question leaves you feeling uneasy. of course it’s a problem for him, you think. he has grown attached, like you have, but doesn’t want any of it.

“good thing that i’m leaving then, no?”.

joao's quick to stand on his feet and go over to where you are, almost turning the knob and exiting his bedroom. “stay. please," he begs, hand softly grazing your wrist to avoid you getting away from him. at this point, you're confused and hurt enough to start regretting even getting here in the first place. “you’re not making sense right now, you know, right? saying that this is a problem and then asking me to stay the night”.

 through your years being friends, you realized that joao wasn’t the best one at explaining his emotions with words. maybe, because the words weren’t truly his -having to find the words, in a language that wasn’t your own, sure made things more difficult than they needed to be-. "you and i not being together is the problem", he gets to say, almost like a last resource to get you looking at him again. "what about what you said before? that you're not ready for another relationship?".

it work in his favour, because the sentence previously muttered by joao as you turn to face him again. you’re looking into his eyes now, trying to find even an ounce of doubt that would make you leave again. you didn’t want to force him into being with you: you knew the risks when you accepted this fucking deal. you didn’t want him to feel trapped into a relationship he had never intended to start.

"i guess i'm ready when it's you,” joao smiles, softly caressing the skin of your cheek with his thumb. you feel yourself melt under him, his sweet touch and his thoughtful words. “i know you're not her. and i'm not him. but i get it if you-".

the kiss is needy, again, like it had been when you first arrived, but this time you are the one to initiate it. your hand found its way into his hair, and you pulled him impossible closer, hoping that this would clear up all his doubts without you having to say anything. of course you knew he wasn’t him. you had never dared to make the comparison, not even for a second. once the kiss is over, you rest your forehead against his, before softly whispering onto his lips. “we can take it slow. i just need you, nothing else”.

“whatever you need, princesa”.

[httpsdana]

hii, can I request #77 and #34 with Joao Felix plsss 😍

Wedding Arrangements~João Fèlix

*Pictures are from Pinterest*

just realized I haven't written for joão in a very long time 🥲

request from here

master list -> part 2

players/drivers I write for

34-"I'm marrying an idiot"

77-"are you even listening?" "sorry sweetheart, you were distracting me."

The wedding was being arranged, the date of it getting closer and closer each day, which only stressed y/n out. However, João was just happy to be marrying his girl.

"João should the flowers be purple or pink?" y/n asked him, looking down at the pictures on her iPad

João looked at her seeing her focused and concerned face. Everytime he looks at her, he feels himself falling in love more and more. He smiled at her, her question hanging in the air as his chin rested on his hand.

"João" she said, finally looking up at him, to see him looking at her like a lovestruck puppy.

João hummed in response, his eyes nevereabing her face. y/n rolled her eyes playfully, looking away to stop a smile from forming on her face.

"are you even listening?" she asked, looking back at him. His smile still wide as he leaned back on the couch.

"sorry sweetheart. you were distracting me." he said shamelessly, his arm resting on the back of the couch, his fingers brushing against her shoulder

"I said, should the flowers be pink or purple?" she asked again, this time a small smile on her face. João shrugged, never breaking eye contact.

"as you want. I told you everything is gonna be as you wish for" he said, making her sigh.

"but I want your opinion too. it's our wedding not only mine" she whined, making him chuckle.

"if you're asking for my opinion I would tell you let's get married in a grocery shop" he said playfully, making her roll her eyes.

"I'm marrying an idiot" she murmured, more to herself but João still heard her

"hey! don't call your future husband an idiot" he complained, making her laugh slightly

She let out a sigh, dropping her iPad on the couch and looking up at him.

"I never thought planning a wedding would be this stressful" she mumbled, leaning over to press her face in his chest.

João noticed her tiredness, his hands quickly wrapping around her shoulders. He rested his head on the top of hers, whispering sweet things in her ear.

"the wedding is gonna be amazing. there's still time to plan things out. don't stress out baby" he said in a gentle voice, his fingers tangling in the strands of her hair.

She sighed in his chest, resting her chin against his hard muscles while she looked up at him with a pout. He smiled softly, his eyes lingering more on her face.

"I love you so much. you're literally incredible. I can't believe I'm marrying you" João confessed, making y/n's cheeks turn into the darkest shade of red.

She buried her face back into his chest, mumbling a small 'shut up'

"I love you too" she said, not looking up at him knowing his eyes are gonna make her melt all over again, just like they have been doing since she met him.

[i-care-4u]

Hi, sorry if I bothered you, I just wanted to request a social media from João with a face claim to Jennie from BLACKPINK, thank you very much 🫶, I admire your writings, it's amazing 💗🌷

the concert ✹ joão félix

INSTAGRAM AU

PAIR: JOÃO FÉLIX X SINGER!READER

FACECLAIM: JENNIE KIM [SHE/HER]

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED | MASTERLIST

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[i4bellingham]

wrap me in your arms : joão felix x reader

synopsis: in which you're cold, and joão is the best human heater you can possibly have. or in another words, you're cold and you just want hugs... and warmth.

content: (probably) incorrect portuguese translation, fluff fluff x3000, self-projecting because i get easily cold a lot and i need one joão felix to warm me up with his hugs

notes: heya how's everybody doing? here's a tooth-rotting fluff for y'all after the angst in jude’s (which i tremendously apologize for btw) had a little bit of time off from college so what's better more for me to do than to make up for the little updates right? lol i love y'all <3 have a great day beautiful beautiful people mwuah <33

You like winter. You like the snow. But you're not exactly fond of the crippling cold that pricks at your skin, inducing goosebumps to form all over your body and neither was the need to wear a bundle of multiple-layered clothes because of the weather.

But still, for the sake of missing your boyfriend because of his travels, you complied with the preposition of a date night walk in the city.

First, because it's cute as hell. Second, because João loves late night walks as much as you do. And third, because your boyfriend is a big sap and a romantic cliche at heart and you find his enthusiasm of asking you adorable, very much so that you're willing to freeze the tips of your fingers and nearly suffocate yourself in the layers of clothing piled on your body.

But it's all worth it you think, as you watch with wide-eyed gaze the way João’s lips pulled into a gleeful smile as he walked alongside you, telling you about how his recent trip went all the while he's holding you against him in the cold london night weather.

He pulls you in a busy street, an arm immediately going over your shoulders as he guides the both of you to who knows where. He’s now sharing a story about how him and Enzo nearly got kicked out of a store because of a mishap, pairing his story time and his accented voice with a few air quotations as you listened earnestly, occasionally retorting here and there when a part of his story calls for it before focusing on the way his accent goes prominent when he's sharing something amusing or something that excites him.

The both of you continue your walk, leaving the bustling london streets and into a more calm park with a few people roaming around.

The arm he had around you left your shoulders before he's grasping your glove-less hands, feeling the coldness seeping through your skin and almost jolting him from how frigid your palms had probably been since leaving the house.

“You’re freezing.” He points out, stopping himself from walking before he stands in front of you.

You playfully shake your head in feigned innocent. “Not really, no.”

João shoots you an unamused look, as if indirectly telling you that your reply wasn't funny. It wasn't funny for him, not if you're actually suffering from the cold because your dumb ass forgot to bring their gloves out for the walk.

“Seriamente bebé...” Seriously baby.

He takes your cold palms raising it to level with his lips before he's blowing hot air on your skin and massaging your palms softly to accompany the improvised heating machine.

“I’m fine love, you don’t have to worry about me.” You try to tell him, only to be shut up when he jokingly glares at you.

“Your hands are gonna fall off at this point and you're asking me not to worry?”

“That is an exaggeration but yes, a little cold won't hurt me.”

“A little cold can easily give you fever you silly girl.” He chides as he places your palms over his oddly warm cheeks. “Você se sente melhor??” Does it feel better?

“Yes, but I think it would feel a lot more better if I also get hugs?” You tease.

João playfully rolls his eyes at your antics but he immediately wraps both arms around you nonetheless. He instructs you to wrap your arms around his waist on the inside of his coat before he's tucking you snug and warm underneath his chin, softly blowing hot air on your forehead.

“Feels better now?”

You nod against him, feel the tightening of his embrace around you before he's kissing your forehead, muttering a soft ‘good’ on your hairline and planting another one last kiss on your cheeks for a good measure.

[purinfelix]

this is similar to one of your gavi blurbs but i feel like joao felix would have a million of your lip products around him and he doesn’t mind it one bit it’s in his car, room, bathroom all over his house and fans would catch on when they take pictures with him in his car and they just notice a pink lip gloss in his cup holder or on the passenger seat of his car

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a/n: omfg this is such a cute idea anon !!! ur mind <333

"Oh my gosh," your boyfriend whipped his head around at your gasp, "look at this."

You turned your phone to show him a recent post of him driving to and from training that morning, and his brows furrowed as he tried to understand what exactly you were showing him. It wasn't until the video paused and zoomed into the cupholders of his car that he got it.

"Those are yours!" he laughed, nodding to the several lip glosses the video pointed out.

"Well, no duh of course they're mine," you sighed, "I totally forgot to take them out the last time you dropped me off!" You were surprised he wasn't as worried about this as you were, considering that your relationship wasn't yet public.

"Don't worry about it baby, let them theorise, it's fun," he shrugged nonchalantly. A silence filled the room as he sunk down onto your bed beside you, noticing the worry still remaining on your face. "If you're that worried about it, we'll just have to remember to take them out next time, hm?"

You knew you were being slightly ridiculous but his soft tone and hand moving to intertwine with yours brought a level of comfort that settled your nerves. Nodding, you gave him a soft smile.

"To be honest, I'm surprised it took them this long to spot one, I swear you leave those things everywhere," your boyfriend sighed snarkily, earning a punch in the arm from you.

[n0vazsq]

Here with me | Joao Felix x Reader

pairing . . . joao felix x gf!reader

summary . . . When you're scared about the swarm of fans outside the stadium, Joao comforts you and lets you know it's going to be alright

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1.2k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE!!!!!!!! this took me way longer than it should've

. . . The stadium loomed ahead, its towering lights cutting through the evening sky as fans gathered in droves, their excitement buzzing like electricity in the air.

Joao held your hand firmly, his thumb brushing soothing circles against your skin. Despite his calm demeanor, he could sense your unease as you approached the entrance.

"Hey, you’re quiet," he said softly, glancing at you. His eyes, warm and attentive, searched your face for any sign of what was troubling you.

You forced a smile, but it didn’t reach your eyes. "Just a little nervous. That’s all."

He stopped walking, gently pulling you aside so you weren’t caught in the flow of fans rushing toward the gates. "Nervous about what? Talk to me," he urged, his voice low and steady.

You hesitated, glancing around at the crowd. Fans were decked out in jerseys, scarves, and painted faces, their energy visible as they chanted and cheered. While Joao thrived in this atmosphere, it was overwhelming for you.

"It’s just… a lot of people," you admitted. "And I’ve seen how fans can get sometimes. I don’t want to ruin your focus before the match."

Joao’s brows knitted together, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. "You could never ruin anything. And if this is too much, we don’t have to do it like this. Let’s figure it out together, okay?"

You nodded, comforted by his sincerity. "I’ll be okay. I just need a second."

He scanned the area and spotted a quieter corner near the entrance, away from the bustling crowd. Without a word, he guided you there, positioning himself so his body acted as a barrier between you and the arena of fans.

"Better?" he asked, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

"Yeah," you said, your voice soft. "Thanks, Joao."

"Don’t thank me. I’m here for you," he said, his lips forming into a small smile. He tilted his head, studying you with that familiar, thoughtful expression that made your heart ache in the best way.

"You know, you’re my priority," he continued. "Not the fans, not the match. You. Always."

You opened your mouth to protest, to tell him that his career was important and you didn’t want to get in the way, but he shook his head as if reading your mind. "I mean it," he said firmly. "If you’re not okay, nothing else matters."

The sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten. You felt a lump rise in your throat, and you swallowed hard, fighting back tears. "I just don’t want to be a distraction," you murmured.

"You’re not a distraction," he said, cupping your face in his hands. His touch was warm, grounding you in the moment. "You’re my support. My love. You think I could do all this without you?"

His words hit deep, and the weight on your chest began to lift. You placed your hands over his, leaning into his touch. "Thank you," you whispered.

"For what?" he asked, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Loving you? That’s the easiest thing in the world."

A soft laugh escaped you, and Joao’s smile widened at the sound. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Come on," he said, lacing his fingers with yours again. "Let’s get inside. If anyone bothers you, I’ll handle it. Okay?"

"Okay," you said, feeling a new found sense of reassurance as you walked toward the gates together.

As you approached the VIP entrance, a small group of fans noticed Joao. Their faces lit up, and they began calling his name, waving and holding up jerseys for him to sign. You tensed, instinctively stepping closer to him.

Joao noticed immediately. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before turning to the fans with a polite but firm smile. "I’ll sign a few, but please give us some space," he said, his tone calm yet stern.

The fans nodded eagerly, and Joao quickly signed a couple of jerseys and took a few pictures. Throughout it all, he kept one hand on your back, a silent reminder that he was there for you.

Suddenly, as Joao was finishing up with one fan, another fan, who was a man with a phone outstretched, pushed toward you aggressively.

The fan’s actions startled you, and you stumbled back slightly, your back hitting the wall quite aggressively, heart racing. Without hesitation, Joao stepped in front of you, his body shielding yours completely.

"Hey!" Joao’s voice was sharp, cutting through the havoc. He gave the fan a glare that could freeze fire. "That’s enough! Back off!"

The fan looked taken aback, his phone still in hand. "I just wanted-"

"No," Joao interrupted, his tone firm and unwavering. "You’re making her uncomfortable. Show some respect."

The surrounding fans fell silent, watching the exchange. The man hesitated before lowering his phone and retreating into the crowd, muttering an apology. Joao turned to the rest of the group, his protective stance never faltering. "Thank you for understanding. That’s it for now."

He then turned back to you, his hands immediately finding your arms. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

"I’m okay," you managed, though your voice wavered slightly. The adrenaline and shock of the moment had left you shaken.

Joao’s eyes softened, and he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly. "I’m so sorry you had to deal with that," he murmured against your hair. "I won’t let anyone treat you like that again."

You clung to him, his embrace grounding you. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

"Always," he replied, his tone full of love. "Let’s get inside."

Once inside the stadium, the noise of the crowd was muffled, and the atmosphere felt less overwhelming. Joao led you to a private lounge, where you could watch the match in comfort and relative quiet.

"This is better, right?" he asked as you settled into the plush seats.

"Much better," you said, reaching for his hand. "Thank you."

Joao sat beside you, his arm draped over the back of your seat as he pulled you close. "You don’t have to thank me for taking care of you," he said softly.

After the match, Joao found you in the longue. He ran up to you, a huge grin on his face, and pulled you into his embrace.

You rested your head on his shoulder, feeling safe and content for the first time that evening. As the minutes passed, you found yourself relaxing more and more, Joao’s presence a constant source of comfort.

The whole time, Joao was staring at you, his eyes full of warmth and love. When you two pulled back, he turned to you with a grin, the excitement lighting up his face. "Did you see that goal?" he asked, his joy contagious.

"I did," you said, laughing as his enthusiasm pulled you further out of your trance.

By the end of the night, your earlier anxiety felt like a distant memory. Joao had a way of making you feel like the only person in the world who mattered, and tonight was no exception.

"See? We survived," he said, his tone teasing.

"Thanks to you," you replied, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

Joao’s smile softened, and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. "Always," he murmured. "I’ll always take care of you."

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[joaosnovia]

❦ - hell n back

summary:: late night pasta, music, wine and your boyfriend. that’s all you need.

warnings:: none

writers note:: yet again another fic for this series i need to save yall from this joao fic drout bc wtf is happening where they at… this is one of many to come!! ALSO I FORGOT WHO THE DIV BELONGS TO BUT CREDS TO THEM!

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana ; lmk if u wanna be added!

The music played low in the background, Joao’s playlist shuffling between smooth beats and soft melodies. He was in the kitchen, humming under his breath as he worked on his infamous late night pasta. You leaned against the counter, watching him with a mix of amusement and admiration.

‘You’re really taking this chef thing seriously,’ you teased, sipping on your glass of wine.

Joao glanced over his shoulder, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. ‘Don’t act like you’re not about to ask for seconds.’

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t deny it. João wasn’t just good at football; somehow, he had the kitchen skills to match. Watching him like this, relaxed, playful, completely himself, reminded you how much you loved these simple moments with him.

‘You’re proud of yourself, huh?’ you asked as he plated the pasta, garnishing it with a dramatic flourish of parsley.

He slid the plate in front of you with a mock bow. ‘Chef João at your service.’

You burst out laughing. ‘You’re ridiculous.’

‘Ridiculously talented,’ he shot back, sitting down across from you.

The two of you ate in companionable silence for a few moments, the warmth of the food matching the easy comfort between you. Joao finally looked up, his eyes soft as they met yours.

‘You know,’ he said, twirling his fork, ‘I don’t think I ever told you how much I appreciate this.’

‘This?’ you asked, raising a brow. ‘The pasta? Because I’ll admit, it’s good.’

‘No,’ he said, chuckling. ‘I mean this. Us. You let me just… be. I don’t have to perform or prove anything when I’m with you. It’s like.’ He paused, searching for the words. ‘It’s like coming home.’

Your heart skipped a beat, and you set your fork down, meeting his gaze. ‘Joao, you don’t have to thank me for being here. That’s what we do, right? We take care of each other.’

He leaned back in his chair, a small smile playing on his lips. ‘You make it sound so simple.’

‘Because it is,’ you said, reaching across the table to take his hand. ‘I love you, Joao. All of you. Even when you overcook the pasta’

He gasped in mock offense. ‘You didn’t just say that.’

‘I did,’ you said, laughing as he shook his head in disbelief.

‘Fine,’ he said, squeezing your hand. ‘But just so you know, you’re my favorite person. Overcooked pasta and all.’

And in that moment, with the music playing and Joao smiling across the table, you felt it too, this was everything. Simple, steady, and enough.