#joao felix x black reader

[sakashq]

special 𐙚 joão felix x singer!reader

🎤 summary. your label makes you perform the day of your boyfriend’s birthday, so you give him a special shoutout.

🎤 faceclaim. tyla my love

🎤 yap! happy birthday to my fave porto <3. dedicated to his wife @joaoflms !! and to my babies @ar4ujos @halfwayhearted @planetpedri &&. @hrts4havertz 🤍

Today was not a good day. Okay, that was an exaggeration. It was fine. You were performing, something you loved doing. Just today? Today was not it.

You should’ve been spending it with your boyfriend João for his birthday, but your label had other plans for you. They added a surprise concert onto the tour just two weeks before, giving you the biggest headache and the greatest annoyance.

However, you were blessed with such a flexible boyfriend. He told you it’d be fine and he’d watch you perform, then you’d celebrate after. You still felt bad though—this whole day should’ve been for him. And unfortunately for the both of you, it wasn’t.

Here you were, on stage, finishing your most popular song and the last. The crowd loved it; singing along, dancing, you saw it all. For people who had two weeks to get their tickets, they were really excited. It only pushed you to match their energy and bring it all the way to the top.

“Okay, I usually don’t do this but,” you started as the crowd died down. “Today is a very special day that I unfortunately couldn’t fully spend with this special person. To my number one supporter and my ride or die, I love you. Happy birthday.” The crowd began cheering, phones recording your mini-speech for João.

“This last song that I’m not even supposed to be performing was written about João. He’s always been there for me, always making me feel… butterflies.” As soon as you said that the track to your song, ‘Butterflies’ began playing and the crowd erupted once more as you performed the song for them.

After the concert, your boyfriend came to find you in your dressing room. Once he saw you, he smiled. “You were amazing up there, love.”

“Hey,” your eyes met his, not even noticing him walk in. “I missed you.” You walked over to him, draping your arms over his shoulder and giving him a kiss.

“What you did up there was really sweet,” João commented, a slight hint of rose on his cheeks.

“Yeah, now you’ve got to dedicate a goal to me,” you joked, giving him another kiss. “Happy birthday, babe. Now it’s time for me to make you feel special.”

[blackgirlwhowrites2k23]

Can you pleasee do where the reader (his gf) and Balde are doing matching outfits a week long and they're posting it on social media (basically soft launching) and fans go crazy about it then at the end of the week one big hard launch😌🫶

Yourusername added to their story

Story Caption: When I'm with you

I fall deeper in love

Swingin'

This feeling is the one thing my heart is sure of

💕💕

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2 weeks later……

Alejandrobalde added to their story

Story Caption: 🙈❤️

Alejandrobalde posted for the first time in a while

Alejandrobalde The Pack🐺🖤

fan1 Boy, you know nobody gaf about Vegas💀 🤦‍♀️Who was that in your story!?!?😝

fan2 Right!! He’s acting like I didn’t have a heart attack when I saw it😭😭

Ronaldaraujo_4 Always a great time with these guys

Alejandrobalde Always🖤

Pablogavi Thanks for the invite❤️

Ronaldaraujo_4 You can’t even drink, aren’t you like 12?

fan3 I wish I could be friends with the Barca boys! They seem so fun 🥲

fan4 They do!

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Yourusername added to their story

Ansufati sent you a message on Instagram

Ansufati What’s all this undercover stuff for. We’re not detectives

Yourusername Private, not a secret 😌

Ansufati Ok but we all know who this is

Yourusername Private, not a secret 😒

Ansufati🫣

Alejandrobalde posted on his story

Story Caption: 🥰

Ansufati Jesus, you too

Alejandrobalde …….

Ansufati Private not a secret🙄

Y’all cute though. Always matching 🙈

Wish I could see your faces.

Together.

In one photo.

Alejandrobalde💀

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Yourusername added 2 photos to their 🥰💕 highlight

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Alejandrobalde posted for the first time in a while

Alejandrobalde 1 year down, infinite more to go

Pedri woah! me and who?😹

fan4 HARD LAUNCH TIME !!!🚀

fan1 1 year! Like a whole year? Where have I been

fan2 Must’ve been around the time since that Paris trip last year, that’s when she first posted him

Ansufati You mean she posted the back of his head🙄

fan1 OmG?😭

Joaofelix79 Young love 🥹🥰❤️

Lamineyamal Who invited gramps?

fan5 love this for them

Yourusername NOOO! You beat me to it😭🫶🏾

Alejandrobalde Couldn’t hold my love in any longer 😅❤️

Lamineyamal I’m going to throw up

[valiwrites]

MASTERLIST

taking requests for them:

chelsea:

Joao Felix

tiktok prank /!(fluff)

enemies in the night /!(fluff)

brutal prank /!(angst)

when the distance hurts /!(angst)

lazy mornings /!(fluff)

close enough to kiss /!(fluff)

bringing you flowers /!(fluff)

only for you (bithday special) /!(fluff)

twisted love /!(angst, horror)

the only one i want /!(fluff)

Pedro Neto

nothing yet

Cole Palmer

nothing yet

Marc Guiu

nothing yet

barcelona:

Pedri Gonzalez

just us /!(fluff)

Pablo Gavi

nothing yet

Lamine Yamal

cooking chaos /!(fluff)

more than enough /!(slight angst)

can't help it /!(fluff)

Marc Bernal

quiet moments /!(fluff)

eyes only for you /!(fluff)

little gestures (+ pau cubarsi) /!(fluff)

head in the clouds /!(fluff)

rain confession /!(fluff)

meeting his family /!(fluff)

doctor in training /!(fluff)

Hector Fort

the reveal /!(fluff)

Pau Cubarsí

the ignoring prank /!(fluff)

little gestures (+ marc bernal) /!(fluff)

Ferrán Torres

nothing yet

Fermin Lopez

movie night /!(fluff)

Raphinha

nothing yet

real madrid:

Jude Bellingham

nothing yet

Mbappe

nothing yet

Vini Jr

nothing yet

Arda Güler

nothing yet

-ˏˋ⋆ ᴡ ᴇ ʟ ᴄ ᴏ ᴍ ᴇ ⋆ˊˎ-

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[selyeji]

nouvelle vague

joão felix x reader

summary : you were simply an intern and he was on loan, you’ll blame the full moon.

warnings : not proofread, angst, joao is toxic and stupid, m*gui…

you stood on the elevator, holding onto your bag with both your hands. legs crossing while you lean against the railing, your gaze lowered to the floor. it was your first day as an intern, helping in the clubs social media and journalism.

the chimes of the door open, from your gaze you saw white sneakers, black pants and a pair of football cleats. dangling from his index and middle finger to carry it around. assuming he was a player for the club, you raise your head looking at his face. the bright lights of the elevator made his brown hair glow, his eyes were hooded and dark, ears busy listening to music.

softly sending a smile and a nod towards him, to show proper respect. he smiles back as he places his focus on pressing the buttons for his floor. you started to scrape off a hangnail on a finger of yours, it was a bad habit if yours. you did it to distract yourself or whenever you felt nervous.

the football player arrived on his floor first, footsteps echoed through the empty hallways once he exited the elevator. as you went up, you fixed your posture, eating a mint and fixing your hair. nervous for the new work space.

the moment you entered the office, your boss guided you around to introduce you. arriving to your own table, you started to place your things down. arranging a few files, pens and your laptop.

deciding to check on the photographers kn the training ground, you walk outside to the field. immediately facing the blue sky and green grass. jogging over to the area where most staff sat, creating small talk. until you saw those familiar boots again, white with cuts of grass under its heel.

the brown haired man from earlier, his hair messed up and the sun creating light highlights on his curls. it wasn’t until now you had a good look at him. he was handsome, perfect smile. your pupils darting up and down to look at his muscular but slim form.

…

the day started to pass by, the sun rays peeping out the pink blue clouds. you started to gather the necessities back in your bag, greeting you co-workers on your way out. you waited for the elevator once again to reach your floor, the doors slide open.

the player from earlier, met again. you were surprised, majority already went home. he was still in the building while you were expecting to get back alone. you shrugged it off, it was your first day either way. you wouldn’t know their schedule, maybe you were the one getting into their usual routine. he softly greeted you, recognizing you from earlier that day.

…

in the next days of the week, getting into the same elevator and seeing the same face. this became a daily routine of seeing other. you two got closer and closer, introducing each other and usually creating small talk. it was nice to get closer to someone aside from the people in the shared office.

it was after a long day of work, sun already set as the purple sky blended. you decided to visit a nearby music shop, it was your go-to shop whenever searching for vinyls or cds. the cashier already recognizes your face from the amount of times you visited.

pushing the glass door, entering the warm room. you already had your earphones on walking over to the cd section. looking over the new albums released, the arrangement wasn’t really organized by genre.

your peace was disturbed with a male voice, removing one of your earbuds. you look up to see joão, he smiled at you, showing his straight white teeth.

“i love the smiths” he said, referring to the album you were holding. you were a bit taken back, of course they’re known worldwide but here? not as much. “The Queen Is Dead is my personal favorite album. what about you?” he continued and asked you.

“Louder Than Bombs.” you grin sweetly at him, a bit of pink tint on your cheeks. he still stood on the opposite side, you two separated by the racks of cds on your side while vinyls on his. joão starts to look through the vinyl albums.

“you prefer vinyls over cds?” you ask him. continue to looking for yours. “of course, the albums are big enough to flex your music taste to people.” he joked. you chuckle, “im more of a cd person, you could listen to it everywhere.”

you two continued to talk, wasting the time in the store. recommending albums to each other, you two shared a passion for music, whether it was rap, r&b, jazz, pop or whatever. the two of you said your goodbyes once he left the store. you stood on the counter, deciding to buy the albums he recommended.

you rushed back home, your smile did not leave your face at all even after he left. quickly taking a warm shower, feeding your cat before going over to your desk.

turning on your lamp and cd player, before taking out the cd from the case and putting it on the player. you look at track-list while listening. based from the titles, you were expecting more love songs. you listen through the entire album, it was more of soft songs but it was for sure a great album. turning off the light, deciding to go to sleep.

…

you woke up early as usual, doing your daily routine before going off to work. you usually brought your own burnt cd with your custom playlist, but deciding to bring the other album you bought. deciding to listen to it on the way with your portable cd player.

once you arrived, elevator with him again. you both smile at each other. joao notices the music you were listening to, grinning to himself. but decided not to disturb you as usual.

you arrive to your office, quietly working on your own until you realize you finish the entire tracklist already. deciding to check up on the photographers on the field once again.

joao kept looking at you more than usual, smiling more until you noticed. once it got repetitive you just gave a lazy confused face, making him laugh. you went back to the office continuing your work.

the day ended, stretching your back while walking to the elevator. joao was already there as usual, he raises your brow at you while smiling. giving him a confused look you asked “what?”

“how was the album i gave you? didn’t think you would actually listen to my recommendations.” you connected the dots realizing he heard it blasting too loud earlier.

“surprisingly good from you. both albums were pretty great. plus whats the point of recommending if you’re not gonna listen anyways?” you raise your chin, smiling.

“hey wait surprisingly? what does that mean?” he asks, acting offended.

“nothing, if you heard it earlier, why didn’t you ask beforehand?” you chuckle. “i don’t wanna disturb you while listening to ethereal music. especially coming from me.” he says in a sassy tone. you laugh it off with him.

ever since then the two of you got close, always striking a conversation whenever you saw each other. whether it was on the field or not. the two of you definitely shared a lot of interests. it made you way more comfortable in your work space.

…

the sky was pitch midnight, the glowing of night life clubs became a source or light. you walk around the neon lights finding a specific bar. a friend of yours was performing tonight. they weren’t a big hit band but they still performed gigs often.

you walked in with a large crowd already waiting, the band was already preparing their instruments onstage. deciding to go the bar next to it, ordering a juice. you definitely did not want to deal with a headache in the morning.

before you knew it, the drummer started counting and the performance started. you still sat on the stool, taking sips every so often.

you felt a tap behind your shoulder, you turned your head, checking behind you. joao looking down on you smiling, he wore a white hoodie and black pants.

“mind if i sit next to you?” he asked, his head nodding to the side to the empty seat next to you. you smiled softly and said sure.

“didn’t know you went to these kinds of places.” joao yelled through the loud music and guitar. “im only here to support my friend actually, she’s the bass player over there.” you yelled back, pointing to your friend on the stage.

looking back to joao, the blue and purple lights that spread throughout the room, hitting his face. his eyes were already staring into yours, reflecting the bright lights in the room but kept it on yours.

your faces got closer, elbow leaning on the counter. your eyes going back and forth from his eyes to his full lips. before your lips could even collide, you two were distracted by the sudden yell of the crowd. a impressive guitar solo started playing, the room filled with cheers and claps. you laughed at joaos face while clapping, your romantic session ended.

leaning near to his neck you whisper, “let’s continue this later…” saying in a playful tone. you maintain eye contact as you smile.

once the performance ended, you greeted your friend goodbye after creating small talk. you walk out, already seeing joao waiting for you. he looks up from his phone, smirking. “let’s go, i know a spot.” he said, his hand out inviting you to hold hands.

grabbing his palm, intertwining hands. he walks you to the beach, it had a way nicer view of the ocean, you haven’t discovered this place before. he sat on the sand, tapping the empty spot beside him insisting you sit down.

you sat on the grainy sand, looking up to the night sky. it was a full moon, stars behind it but still shining in their own way. bringing your legs to your chest, you look beside you to see joao. his hands behind to lean on the ground.

moonlight reflected to his defined cheekbones, he raised his hand up to your jaw. dark pupils staring into your eyes, tucking a hair strand behind your ear before kissing you. your body started leaning against his, pushing the kiss further and further.

once you two separated, catching your breath. your head rested on his shoulder, refusing to look him on the face. too embarrassed on what would happen now. joao broke the silence through his giggle, picking you up while your legs hugged around his waist and your arms snake around his neck.

he carried you over to his car, which was surprisingly parked just nearby the beach. putting you down on the passenger seat, kissing your forehead in the process. once he got to the drivers seat, immediately leaning to rest his back.

“open up the compartment.” joao said, smirking as his hands rise up to the back of his head. you raise a brow while pouting your lips, wondering what he was talking about, your muscles immediately soften. the compartment was filled with cd cases.

“woah… i thought you were a vinyl person…” you said, still amazed looking at the different music you still haven’t listened to.

“can’t play them in a car no?” he laughs it off. you look over to him, the muscles in his arm clearly defined and showing. his white teeth showing through his perfect smile. you blush, admiring his features.

…

since that night, you and joao have gotten way closer than before. more than friends, but you weren’t even sure what was going on between you two.

he’d often let you stay at his house, play video games, cook, eat, shower together, make love. you two were like a couple, not publicly.

you laid down on joaos couch, waiting for him to get back home. scrolling through the internet finding something to entertain yourself with, you come across an interview. it was pretty recent from twitter, you play it to see joao.

smiling to yourself until the interview asked, “are you currently in a relationship? seeing someone?”

“no, im not seeing anyone right now.”

“so you’re available?”

“yes.”

his answer echoed in your head, repeating and repeating. sure you were fine with being private, especially with pressure in social media, but this?

publicly saying you’re available, acting like a person wasn’t waiting for you back home. you were tipped off, pissed even. did he not consider you worthy? were you just a replacement until he found someone new?

you turned off your phone, hand hanging off the side of the couch as you grip onto your device. staring onto the blank ceiling, the white light bulb still lighting up the room. the door creaks open, you raise your head to see joao entering the house. removing his shoes before stepping in. he walked over to you as you stood up, embracing you into a hug.

“hey babyy…” he mumbled. he was soft with you, in the field he’s fiery and aggressive but now he’s just soft and sweet. you heart warmed up, forgetting about the interview, passing it off as wanting to keep things more private and secured.

“let’s just take a shower can we… scrub my back for me?” he asked, using his dark puppy eyes again to get what he wants, his cheeks pouting. “fine…” you smiled, before leading him into the bathroom.

…

you forgot about that day, what happened. well you tried, you kept getting reminded about it. you were paranoid if he was out with someone else. you never showed it to him or anyone else. you acted unbothered.

you were at your office, getting off your seat for lunch break. you decide to go out to eat, forgetting to pack your own lunch. you walked to a nearby cafe, it was a local shop, not much customers around this time. you ordered a coffee and pasta. you sat down waiting for your order, scrolling in tiktok until you come across and familiar face, with another one.

you look closer to find joao, sat with magui in a restaurant. he only got back from international break a few days ago. you were heartbroken, everything inside you shattered to pieces.

scrolling through the comments on how he doesn’t learn his lesson and never move on. they were always right, he never made an effort to move on. your name was called, you order was already ready. turning off your phone to clear your thoughts and to bring back your tray.

you began eating your food, staring out the cafes glass window. blankly staring as people walked pass, going on with their day. you were finished with him, he was an asshole from the start.

after you finished your food, you went back to work. letting the hours pass by. but your thoughts never left, your legs bounced the whole time, you couldn’t focus properly.

your shift ended, you quickly grabbed your bag and things. going onto the elevator, unfortunately he was already there. you kept the gaze of your eyes lowered, not getting even a view of his face. quickly just wanting to get out.

you had your earphones on, nothing played. you just wanted joao to get off your back for now, once the doors opened. you rushed out, quickly running out the building. unfortunately joao caught up, he knew something happened to you.

he grabbed your wrist, making you turn to him. you stopped on your tracks, facing him, your eyes filled with hatred. joao was taken back.

“what happened baby?” he asked, his tone filled with pure sweetness.

this time you didn’t soften, you were done with him.

“seriously you’re gonna act nothing happened? with magui?” you took your hand back.

he was shock, his eyes widened. he didn’t expect her to find out, nor anyone.

“please i can explain darling-“ his face turned into a worry look.

“oh so you can call me a pet name but can’t even place a label between us?” you cut him off. “us? you really think friends would do anything like we do? after everything? don’t try to establish a relationship you don’t want.” you continued. tears started to build up in your eyes.

you ran off, before anyone could see you. getting into your apartment before breaking down. everything felt heavy, like the world was against you. your bedsheets stained with tears that will last.

…

it’s been weeks since then, you decide to walk over to the shore. its late at night, you couldn’t sleep from all the energy drinks you consumed from wanting to study longer. the moon was bright as ever.

you saw that same spot again, where everything started. you internship has ended while joaos loan contract wasn’t extended. you were glad you didn’t get to see him anymore. he’s back at portugal, but you also knew he would get to see magui again.

there was nothing you could do now, joao was cruel and deep like the ocean. but it would make sense if magui was the moon, affecting him like the ocean depended on her. you were simply a star, something you look for when the moon is not at sight.

daily click to help palestine

a/n : w2e save me… please save me w2e if you can hear me please😭😭 sorry but every good romcom mentions the smiths therefore it needs a place here

[judebelle]

I desperately NEED a Joao Felix smut drabble where he gives the reader backshots + hair pulling!!

pancakes or waffles? - j.f. x reader

joão was drilling his hips into yours as you let out hitched breaths. you were currently bent over the kitchen counter since you were hell-bent on teasing joao all morning while you were getting ready to make breakfast. it didnt matter to joao that you two had just fucked the night before, all he wanted was you at the moment.

joao was panting loudly. the bottom hem of his shirt was clamped between his straight white teeth displaying his abs, while his short fingernails were gripping onto your hips firmly. "joao oh my god!" you moaned out, hands latched onto the edge of the dark and clean counter. "right- right there-" you were cut off when you felt joao grasp onto your hair - forming it into a makeshift ponytail, and tugging back harshly while leaning down to your ear, letting jagged groans fall from his clenched teeth.

"yeah, you like that?" joao asked in a cocky voice, his shirt dropping from his teeth as he tugged on your hair harder than before, making you arch your back and moan loudly. your pussy clenched around his hard cock - making his thrusts get sloppy and his groans get louder.

"fuck baby, i'm gonna cum." joao croaked as he leaned back up and raised your hips higher to hit that one spot that made your vision go black. you were whimpering loudly - your hair a mess and your thighs slick. finally, you felt that familiar heat form in your gut. it was as if a string had snapped from tension as your body let go - cumming all over joao's cock as you let out a loud and breathy moan.

joao's orgasm followed shortly after as he shot his hot load into your sore pussy. he let out a sharp groan and stilled his movements inside you, pulling out his now limp cock from your hole - pulling up his pants and helping you stand from the counter, as the oversized shirt that you were wearing - borrowed from joao - fell over your body to cover the mess you two had made between your thighs. joao made his way to a cabinet near you and opened it, revealing all different types of expensive cookware.

"pancakes or waffles?"

[awritessomething]

I have absolutely no ideas for writing whatsoever pleaseplease leave requests!!! Smut, angst, fluff, whatever y’all want I can probably do.

Ill write for these people and probably more that I forgot (all male character x fem!reader) :

Formula 1:

Max Verstappen

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Lewis Hamilton

Carlos Sainz

Daniel Riccardo

Mick Schumacher

Franco Colapinto

Liam Lawson

Ollie Bearman

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Thor

Deadpool

Steve Rogers

Spiderman (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Miguel O'hara)

Harry Osborn (James Franco)

Wolverine (X-Men movies)

Cyclops (X-Men movies)

Charles Xavier (James McAvoy)

Call of Duty

Keegan Russ

Simon "Ghost" Riley

König

Phillip Graves

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Outer Banks: (pls no spoilers s4 hasnt been watched yet)

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

John B. Routledge

Ward Cameron

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Draco malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Regulus Black

Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Sirius Black

Lorenzo Berkshire

Oliver Wood

The Walking Dead:

Glenn Rhee

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Negan Smith

Sports:

Joao Felix

Jude Bellingham

Brock Purdy

Joe Burrow

Leon Draisaitl

Jack Hughes

Vince Dunn

Mitch Marner

Connor Bedard

Wayne Gretzky (young)

Miscallaneous:

Jack Champion (Ethan Landry)

Patrick Bateman

Batman (Christian Bale)

Johnathan Crane

Finnick Odair

Josh Hutcherson (Peeta Mellark, Mike Schmidt, Sean Anderson, Clapton Davis)

Rodrick Heffley

Tristan Dugray

Dylan O'brien

Bellamy Blake

Patrick Dempsey (Derek Shepherd, Ronald Miller)

Joe Goldberg

Timothee Chalamet (Wonka, Paul Atreides)

Minho (The Maze Runner)

Keanu Reeves (John Wick, Neo, Alex Wyler, Dr. Beckham, Julian Mercer, Ted Logan)

Jim Halpert

Farkas/Vilkas

Ulfric Stormcloak

Miraak

Ben Schnetzer (Max Vandenburg, Brad Land, Russ Sheppard)

Ralph Macchio (Daniel Larusso, Johnny Cade)

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

Robby Keene

Zuko (atla dallas liu)

Jet (atla sebastian amoruso)

Cillian Murphy (Johnathan crane, jackson rippner, Neil Lewis)

Evan Peters (all ahs characters, Luke cooper)

James Franco (Laird Mayhew, Harry Osborn, all characters)

What I wont do:

Pedophilia

Beastiality or anything animal-y

Waterworks

Male reader (sorry)

Character x character

Threesomes or anything not 1x1

Character x oc

Specific body types (i just don’t see the point)

Daddy/mommy kinks

Incest or stepcest

(I’ll prob have to add on but its midnight rn)

[bl00dst41ned]

anyone has some joao felix x black reader for me ?? 🫣🫣

[lancestrollsgf]

# R E Q U E S T L I S T ! L A N C E S T R O L L S G F

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FORMULA ONE :

lance stroll, charles leclerc, lando norris, carlos sainz, max verstappen, kevin magnussen, sergio perez, fernando alonso, pierre gasly, george russel, esteban ocon, oscar piastri, lando norris, yuki tsunoda, logan sargeant, daniel riccardo, sebastian vettel, lewis hamilton, alexander albon. (probably more just forgot) +retired drivers, +wags, +formula 2 drivers, +f1academy drivers.

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY :

conrad fisher, jeremiah fisher, steven conklin, isabel conklin, cameron, taylor jewel, and shayla.

BANGTAN SOYEONDAN :

kim namjoon, kim seokjin, kim taehyung, min yoongi, park jimin, jung hoseok, jeon jungkook ( i haven’t written for bts in a long time so please be specific in your request )

COBRA KAI :

miguel diaz, robby kenne, axel kovačević, eli moskowitz, tory nichols, samantha larusso, demertri, and yasmine.

GILMORE GIRLS :

dean forester, luke danes, lorelai gilmore, rory gilmore, logan huntzberger, tristan dugray, dave rygalski, lane kim, madeline lynn, and louise grant.

MARVEL :

tom! peter parker, andrew! peter parker, toby! peter parker, edward "ned" leeds, iron man/tony stark, black widow, captain america/steve rogers, hulk/bruce banner, thor odison, black panther/t’challa, daredevil/matt murdock, winter soldier/bucky barnes, doctor strange/steven strange, scarlet witch/wanda maximoff, quicksilver/pietro maximoff, deadpool.

CELEBRITIES/MISCELLANEOUS PEOPLE: sturniolo triplets (excluding nicolas 😞), austin! elvis presely, austin bulter, vinicent hacker, joao felix, enzo vogrincic, xolo maridueña and more.

(i’m also open to crossing fandoms like joao felix (with reader) x f1 if that makes any sense)

[valiwrites]

TWISTED LOVE

pairing: joao felix x reader

type: horror?

warnings: knife, mentions of killings, psycho joao, chasing, fighting, ghostface joao

MASTERLIST

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The sound of your phone ringing pierced the silence of the dimly lit house. You froze, glancing at the screen. Unknown Caller.

“Hello?” you answered cautiously, gripping the phone tightly.

“Hello, sweetheart,” a deep, distorted voice greeted you. “You home all alone tonight?”

Your breath hitched. It wasn’t the first time you’d received one of these calls. For weeks, a killer had been terrorizing the area, their identity hidden behind the Ghostface mask. You’d thought it was just a prankster at first—until people started turning up dead.

“Who is this?” you demanded, trying to keep your voice steady.

“You know who I am,” the voice taunted. “Maybe not yet, but soon you will. I wonder… how well do you know the people closest to you?”

Before you could respond, the line went dead. A shiver ran down your spine as you glanced around the empty house. Pedri and Gavi were supposed to come over for a movie night, but they were running late. And João—your boyfriend of six months—was off at training.

Or so you thought.

A thud came from the back of the house. Your heart leapt into your throat. “Hello?” you called, cursing yourself for sounding so scared.

No answer.

Grabbing a knife from the kitchen, you slowly crept toward the noise. As you rounded the corner, a figure in a black robe and white mask lunged at you. You screamed, stumbling back as the knife in the figure’s hand glinted under the flickering light.

“Stay away!” you yelled, slashing wildly with your own blade. The killer dodged effortlessly, tilting their head as if mocking your attempts.

You turned and bolted toward the front door, flinging it open just as Pedri and Gavi pulled up. “Help me!” you screamed, waving them inside.

“What the hell—” Pedri started, his eyes widening as Ghostface appeared behind you.

Gavi shoved you aside, grabbing a lamp and hurling it at the masked figure. “Run!” he shouted.

The three of you darted into the living room, barricading the door with a couch. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath.

“Who is that?” Pedri asked, his voice shaky.

“I don’t know!” you cried, tears streaming down your face.

The pounding on the door stopped. Silence filled the room, thick and suffocating.

“They’re still out there,” Gavi whispered, gripping a fire poker he’d found by the fireplace.

A cold laugh echoed through the house, followed by the unmistakable voice from the phone. “You’re all so predictable. Always running, always hiding. But there’s no escape.”

The front door burst open, the barricade splintering as Ghostface stepped inside. Pedri and Gavi charged, but the killer moved with inhuman speed, knocking them both down.

You scrambled backward, your knife shaking in your hand. “Why are you doing this?” you choked out.

The killer stopped, tilting their head again. Slowly, they reached up, pulling off the mask.

Your heart stopped.

“João?” you whispered, disbelief crashing over you.

He smirked, his face eerily calm as he dropped the mask to the floor. “Surprised, sweetheart?”

“This—this isn’t you,” you stammered, shaking your head.

“Oh, but it is,” he said, stepping closer. “You see, I’ve always been good at hiding things. And this? This is just another game.”

“João, why?” you whispered, tears streaming down your face.

He crouched in front of you, his voice soft but chilling. “Because love makes people weak, meu amor. And I can’t be weak.”

Behind him, Pedri stirred, grabbing a nearby chair and slamming it into João’s back. João staggered but quickly recovered, spinning around with a snarl.

“Run!” Pedri shouted at you, throwing himself at João to buy you time.

You hesitated, your heart breaking as you watched the man you loved fight your friends. But the survival instinct kicked in, and you bolted toward the back door.

Before you could reach it, João tackled you to the ground, pinning you beneath him. His knife clattered to the side as he grabbed your wrists.

“Stop running,” he growled, his voice breaking for the first time. “I don’t want to hurt you. I just—”

“Then why are you doing this?” you screamed, tears streaming down your face. “Why would you do this to me?”

His grip loosened slightly, his eyes flickering with something that looked almost like regret. “Because I love you,” he whispered, his voice raw. “And love makes me dangerous.”

For a moment, everything froze. The João you knew—the one who made you laugh, who kissed you like you were his entire world—was there, staring back at you.

“I can’t let you go,” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours.

“Then stop this,” you whispered, trembling beneath him. “Please, João. We can fix this.”

He hesitated, his hands shaking. But before he could respond, Gavi tackled him, pulling him off you. Pedri grabbed you, dragging you toward the door.

“We have to go!” Pedri shouted.

You looked back at João, your heart breaking as he fought against Gavi’s grip, his face twisted with rage and heartbreak.

“I love you!” he shouted after you as Pedri pulled you into the night.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t the end.

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[hrts4havertz]

nia my beloved, i love you for this 😩🙏🏾

special 𐙚 joão felix x singer!reader

🎤 summary. your label makes you perform the day of your boyfriend’s birthday, so you give him a special shoutout.

🎤 faceclaim. tyla my love

🎤 yap! happy birthday to my fave porto <3. dedicated to his wife @joaoflms !! and to my babies @ar4ujos @halfwayhearted @planetpedri &&. @hrts4havertz 🤍

Today was not a good day. Okay, that was an exaggeration. It was fine. You were performing, something you loved doing. Just today? Today was not it.

You should’ve been spending it with your boyfriend João for his birthday, but your label had other plans for you. They added a surprise concert onto the tour just two weeks before, giving you the biggest headache and the greatest annoyance.

However, you were blessed with such a flexible boyfriend. He told you it’d be fine and he’d watch you perform, then you’d celebrate after. You still felt bad though—this whole day should’ve been for him. And unfortunately for the both of you, it wasn’t.

Here you were, on stage, finishing your most popular song and the last. The crowd loved it; singing along, dancing, you saw it all. For people who had two weeks to get their tickets, they were really excited. It only pushed you to match their energy and bring it all the way to the top.

“Okay, I usually don’t do this but,” you started as the crowd died down. “Today is a very special day that I unfortunately couldn’t fully spend with this special person. To my number one supporter and my ride or die, I love you. Happy birthday.” The crowd began cheering, phones recording your mini-speech for João.

“This last song that I’m not even supposed to be performing was written about João. He’s always been there for me, always making me feel… butterflies.” As soon as you said that the track to your song, ‘Butterflies’ began playing and the crowd erupted once more as you performed the song for them.

After the concert, your boyfriend came to find you in your dressing room. Once he saw you, he smiled. “You were amazing up there, love.”

“Hey,” your eyes met his, not even noticing him walk in. “I missed you.” You walked over to him, draping your arms over his shoulder and giving him a kiss.

“What you did up there was really sweet,” João commented, a slight hint of rose on his cheeks.

“Yeah, now you’ve got to dedicate a goal to me,” you joked, giving him another kiss. “Happy birthday, babe. Now it’s time for me to make you feel special.”