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[sakashq]

Love Drought. jude bellingham x fem!reader

🤍 summary: After his move to Real Madrid, Jude hasn’t been the same loving boyfriend you once had.

🤍 wc: 600+

🤍 warnings: y/n usage. I HATE IT. oh and angst! sorry guys 💕💕💕

🤍 yap! this is based on my current situation i fear 🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️ i swear this is the last time i’ll bring my ex into my work💔

🤍 my girls <3 EXTRA SPECIAL dedication to @hrts4havertz because she is jude’s wife i fear. and to @ar4ujos @halfwayhearted @iovepoem @joaoflms &&. @planetpedri

Flexibility was always something you were capable of. So when your boyfriend Jude signed a contract for a team in Spain, of course you agreed to make the move for him. You loved the beauty of Spain anyway and ended up residing in the heart of the country. Besides, if things didn’t work out, you would still want to live here. You had made new friends and gotten a better job than the one back in Germany — life was just better in Spain.

Until it came time for him to actually play for the team. With Dortmund, Jude was amazing at balancing both you and his career. But now at this higher-level club, it seemed like he had just pushed you aside and only worried about his new club. It was great that he was focused on making the team proud, but that left zero time for you. Whenever he was home (he was always out with his new teammates), he’d barely acknowledge you and brush things off. Your friends called it the “Madrid curse.” Once signing with the team, they brainwash you. Obviously it was a silly joke, but sometimes it lingered in the back of your mind. Was this club destroying your relationship?

You never brought it up because you didn’t wanna seem selfish. He’s focusing on his career, he’s doing big things! That’s amazing, is it not? If you brought it up, it’d just make you seem like a jealous girlfriend. Even if you kind of were.

It got to the point where dates didn’t happen either. Someone who used to try and take you out once a week now only glanced at you once a week, every other time getting ready for football or hanging out with his new football friends. It was all him, him, him. Never any time for you.

Okay, that’s fine. He’s trying to establish relationships with his new teammates. But what about the relationship he already had? The one with his loving and loyal girlfriend that moved across the continent for him? Why was there no time for her?

For the first time in ages, the two of you were sat on the couch together. You sat away from him, sitting in nothing but silence. He looked over at you, raising a brow.

“What’s the matter with you?” He asked, crossing his arms.

“Nothing,” you mumbled. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t seem too fine. Talk to me,” he responded, his body now turned and facing you.

You stared blankly at him, unsure if you really wanted to talk to him right now. You sighed, deciding communication was probably needed in this situation. “You barely have time for me anymore. I get it, you’ve joined a new club and you need to bond with your teammates. But do you really need to every night?”

He looked at you, almost as if he was going to laugh. “So you’re jealous of Vini, Aurélien, and Eduardo is what I’m hearing?”

“Jude, I’m being serious.” You looked at him, your face and body language very solemn.

“Okay,” he nodded. “Okay, hear me out. You get ready, dress and wear whatever you want however you want and I take you wherever you wanna go.”

You frowned saying, “You don’t get it. Weeks of craving your attention, and you think it’ll just be resolved by one date. It’s just gonna go back to the way it was afterwards.”

“Well what do you want me to do, Y/n? I’m trying here,” his voice raised a little, startling you. “I can’t make time for Madrid and you.”

Your face dropped, your heart going with it. If you weren’t upset then, you definitely were now. What did he mean by that? “So you could with Dortmund but you can’t now because it’s a slightly bigger club? You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“It’s a lot more draining with Madrid, Y/n. You don’t get it,” he shrugged.

“No, I get it. It’s fine, do what you wanna do. You’re gonna realize how good you had it when it’s gone.” You got up from the couch, grabbing your car keys off the coffee table and heading for the door.

Jude got up, ready to chase after you immediately. “Y/n, come on, we can talk about this. Y/n.”

You opened the door, shutting it behind you. Jude followed not too long after.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. Okay, that was a dickhead move. But you leaving doesn’t solve the problem,” he told you. He had a point, sure, but you were mad at him. No way he was gonna win. He was just worried about whether or not you’d be coming back. He loved you dearly, even if he wasn’t currently showing. You leaving upset with him destroyed him. The thought of something happening to you while you were still mad at him paralysed him. He didn’t know if he’d ever forgive himself if something happened.

“Okay, what?” You turned around.

“Come back inside,” he pleaded, his brown eyes begging with him.

Not giving in to his pleas you replied, “No. I can’t get a conversation with you and now you wanna talk. I’m done trying.”

“I know, I know, I fucked up. I didn’t mean what I said, I was just… saying stuff. I don’t want to lose you.” Your heart broke seeing his face, shattering into a million different pieces. Maybe he really wanted to try, or maybe this was just a manipulative move to get you to stay. Either way, you couldn’t help but feel awful. “Please just talk to me.”

You sighed, not responding but walking back over to him. And after a lengthy conversation, everything was okay again. It wasn’t like how it was before, but things were starting to look up. You two agreed to communicate more and take days off just to spend it with each other. After all this, it ended right where it started— the two of you sitting on the coach together, this time with you in his arms.

[halfwayhearted]

PEDRI BF HEADCANONS I BEG 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

Boyfriend Pedri González Headcanons! :3

“we could sing our own.” / “what would it be without you?”

Boyfriend Pedri González who… pays attention to you like no one else. If he’s on his phone and sees you even start to open your mouth to speak, he’ll turn it off and set it aside, ready to listen to you.

Boyfriend Pedri González who… looks at you whenever he laughs. Even if he’s in a public setting with a group of his friends around, he still finds himself glancing over at you as the melodic sound of his laugh fills your ears, making your smile widen.

Boyfriend Pedri González who… hates it when you try to detach yourself from him. All he wants is to feel your presence. Why must you have things to do?

“Where are you going? Why’re you leaving?”

“Pedro—babe, I’m getting you more medicine.”

“I feel fine. Can you just lay with me?”

Boyfriend Pedri González who… when he kisses you, it’s always gentle and sweet. His hand comes to rest on your chin before sliding down to settle at the nape of your neck. You’re not even sure if he realizes he does that move every. Single. Time.

Boyfriend Pedri González who… usually rests his hand on the inner part of his thigh, however, if you’re around, he’s resting his hand on yours instead, his thumb rubbing back-and-forth on your skin. The tender action makes your heart swell.

Boyfriend Pedri González who… isn’t one for public displays of affection, yet he easily presses a kiss to your temple when you’re right there.

Boyfriend Pedri González who… loves telling you about his day, whether it’s something that upset him or something as big as how his game went. Either way, he’s sitting next to you, talking animatedly with his hands and keeping his eyes on your own.

Boyfriend Pedri González who… finds joy in showing you the players he’s just unlocked in his game. You don’t understand it, that’s fine because he’ll go on and explain it to you anyway. “Okay, so…”

Boyfriend Pedri González who… often tells you how beautiful you are. Being on the receiving end of his compliments always makes you shy away.

Boyfriend Pedri González who… will let everybody know that his relationship with you is everything.

Likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated ^_^.

DT(s) — @planetpedri + @spidybaby + @gadriezmannsgirl + @sakashq ! ౨ৎ

[planetpedri]

hey i love your writing, i was wondering if you could do like jobe bf headcanons list it could be about anything so yeah, if you do decide to do it thank youuuu <3

Boyfriend Jobe head canons !

I like shiny things / but i’d marry you with paper rings.

Boyfriend Jobe who . . . despite coming off as quiet and reserved is the furthest from it. He was obnoxious and joked around constantly, which would seem annoying, but truthfully—you loved him even more for it.

Boyfriend Jobe who . . . is very affectionate. His favorite form of affection was to hold your hand. It was subtle, easily hidden when need be, and a simple squeeze of the hand could tell him many things—such as if you were ready to leave a function, or just wanted to assure each other you were there.

Boyfriend Jobe who . . . said the first ‘I love you.’ It had come out unexpectedly, but he didn’t bother covering it up or taking it back. He loved you, and you deserved to know that. Plus, how could he take it back when he saw the blush pass across your cheeks and the way you stumbled over your words in a flustered state.

Boyfriend Jobe who . . . only felt nervous under your gaze. Somehow, every time your eyes landed on him for a signifiant amount of time, he shifted and swallowed thickly. He didn’t mind it, you just made him… flustered.

Boyfriend Jobe who . . . notices the little things. While you two had first started talking, you had mentioned you loved tulips in passing. On your first date, he’d shown up with a bouquet of them in your favorite color. He’d noticed you preferred a certain color of jewelry, and from then on out, he’d only ever bought you that color.

Boyfriend Jobe who . . . talks about you constantly. He will somehow interject you into a conversation that had absolutely nothing to do with you. His family and friends liked to tease him about it, but still he felt no shame. He’d always say, ‘why wouldn’t I talk about her?’ A simple response, but it meant the world to you when you found out.

Boyfriend Jobe who . . . adores your morning look. He liked to joke that it was like seeing a Panda in their natural habitat—something few have gotten to see. A part of you only he got to see. It was you with no makeup, no care, just you. He loved every part of you, but most specifically the part where you were free and yourself.

Boyfriend Jobe who . . . hates seeing you upset. It genuinely caused him (in a sense) distress. When you were frowning, he would tell you jokes until you cracked a smile, no matter how small, as long as it was there. When you had a bad day, he pampered you with your favorite snacks and gifts. You would always pout, telling him how much you loved and appreciated him. Jobe always replied with a small smile and an, “I know you do, and I love and appreciate you too.”

likes , comments , and reblog’s are all appreciated. lmk if you’d like to be tagged in any future jobe posts.

DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby @judebellenthusiast @sakashq @hrts4havertz @joaoflms

[joaoflms]

joao blurb where he catches reader wearing his clothes when he comes home after being at an away game haha… hi

There is no greater love. João Félix

︎ ୨ৎ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ♥︎ ⋅ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ♡︎

pair ; João Félix x Fem!Reader

disclaimer ; complete fluff !

d speaks ; Haiii first blurb on my blog turn up !!! hey @halfwayhearted thank you for my first request i love you gorjus glorious wife 🤍 special thanks to @planetpedri @ar4ujos @sakashq for all the help getting my blog started and being my inspo, love you guys lots. another sdt, @dylvnstape ,, thank you for supporting me always, i adore you !!!! this might be cringe so please stay with me now.

It had been a productive day for you, Chelsea had an early morning match, João was in the starting line up so you had been cheering your butt off for him, once that finished you ended up making homemade cookies for your enjoyment and possibly João’s, and hung out with Floki.

After everything, you decided to get out of his jersey and into comfier clothes, you had put on a pair of night shorts and one of João’s tshirts. You layed down on your bed with Floki and started to read your book, that was until you peacefully fell asleep cuddled to the dog listening to the sounds of rain softly hitting the roof.

You had been so deep in sleep for hours to forget that your boyfriend was getting home later on from his match that was away. You had decided not to go due to the idea of staying home with floki was more tempting to you, you didn’t want to travel this one time and João was perfectly fine with it.

He puts his key into the door and walks into your apartment, looking around seeing the cookies on the kitchen counter and some left for him. He doesn’t hear anything so he suspects your deep into a book or listening to music.

“ Babe? “ He says and walks into your shared bedroom, he discovers you in a deep slumber then looks down at you wearing his shirt that was a like a nightgown on you. A warm grin appearing on his face as he adores you in silence.

He walks away and takes care of the things from his suitcase, he finishes up and walks back to look at you sleeping in the comfort of his clothes with Floki. He grabs a camera he had gifted you for your birthday.

There had only been pictures of him and beautiful things you’ve came in contact with that you had captured on the camera, until now. He pressed the button and snapped a picture of you, not in a weird way at all, he wishes he could freeze time just to admire everything he saw in that moment.

After a couple of hours, you had woken up to your boyfriend snuggled up behind you with a grin on his face, he scared the living hell out of you but once you realized it was him you were full of joy, you had missed him.

“ Miss me? “ He says with a shit-eating-grin. “ Nah. “ You say as you start to smile at him, he responds back sarcastically with, “ I mean, you’re wearing my shirt, so you had to have missed me just a tiny bit, hm? “

And with that, the room goes completely silent and you just cling onto him to shut him up. He also latches onto you, you both fall asleep to the sounds of the calm rain hitting the windowsill.

︎ ୨ৎ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ♥︎ ⋅ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ♡︎

dts ; @percys-princess @iovepoem @icopewithfanfictions @livelovepercabeth @luvvjoao @ultraviolencewh0r3s @eyeliketoeatpoosay @riotsuns @bueckrs !!

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[sakashq]

can we pleaseee get something happy 🥹 perhaps like a dad!pedri fluff? ♥️♥️ love you’re work by the way!

She’s Mine. pedri gonzález x fem!reader

🤍 summary: You and Pedri had a baby girl and you can’t get over how he is as a dad.

🤍 warnings: extremely adorable fluff + baby mara ☹️💕

🤍 wc: 500+

🤍 yap! i love you guys so here’s something happy <3 congrats on being the first request anon !!

🤍 my girls <3 extra special dedication to pedri’s real wife @planetpedri !! &&. @ar4ujos @hrts4havertz @iovepoem @joaoflms @halfwayhearted 💕

Three years ago,

It had been a few days since you had given birth to your beautiful baby girl, Mara. As soon as Pedri laid his eyes on her and held him in his arms he said, “She’s mine. She’s all mine” and you couldn’t help but smile. He had been excited for this baby the whole nine months through, helping you through the entirety of the pregnancy. Even though he won’t admit it, you swear he started crying when you revealed it to him.

Months later, Mara began to babble, saying things in her baby language only she could understand. Then her first word came; Papi. Another moment that Pedri refuses to admit made him shed a tear.

Once she started to walk, she followed Pedri everywhere. If he went to the bathroom, she would stand outside the door and wait for him. He wanted to cook? Okay, so did Mara. She was a daddy’s girl through and through, begging mommy to take her to his matches. And you would, wearing a jersey that was a little too big for her with her daddy’s name on the back and pigtails in her hair.

A year later,

Mara had begun speaking in full sentences. It was kind of broken, but she still tried her best. She had grown to be friends with Raphinha’s son, Gael. While the two kids hung out, Pedri and Rapha did too. You would stay and talk to Raphinha’s wife, Taia, and both of your families would sometimes go out together as one.

You remember one night Mara was a year and a half years old and you and Pedri were having a quiet argument while she slept. Your voices began to raise from just above a whisper, waking your baby.

“Mamá, papi, are you okay?” She asked, an innocent tone in her voice. She had inherited Pedri’s big brown eyes, which just added onto the softness of it all. Naive Mara was, not yet having the capability to pick up on things.

“Everything’s okay, nena. Come here,” Pedri answered for the two of you, Mara climbing into bed with the two of you, your small family falling asleep together.

A year after that,

Pedri and you decided it was time for Mara to have a friend at home, thus became the idea of ‘Nilo.’ Nilo was not one specific dog yet, but the two of you decided together that that was going to be its name. You decided to surprise your baby for her second birthday, and excited was an understatement.

“It’s a puppy!” She exclaimed as she chased Nilo around, petting him repeatedly once she reached him.

You caught Pedri smiling at his baby and his new dog. “He’s all yours, nena.”

The four of you would now go on trips together, one being the zoo. Mara was now fully walking and you and Pedri had taught her to hold him on a leash.

She would walk him around and show him the animals, pointing at one and saying, “Look Nilo!”

The ones she couldn’t see at her height she would whine and her papi would pick her up. She would gasp and say, “Mamá! Look!” And point out the color of the animal.

The next year,

There was a home match in Barcelona and Mara hadn’t been to one in a while. This time, you went with Gael and Taia, the children wearing customized jerseys with their own names on them while you and Taia represented your husbands.

At this game in particular, Pedri scored with Rapha’s assist. Although the kids didn’t quite understand it much, they still celebrated their fathers’ goal and assist together.

Instead of his signature celebration, Pedri decided he was going to dedicate his goal to his girls; you and Mara.

[sakashq]

Not You Too. / Pedri Gonzalez x fem!reader

🪬 summary. you were already cheated on by an ex, so pedri promises to never do the same to you. what happens when he breaks his promise?

🪬 warnings. cheating &&. gaslighting 🤦🏾‍♀️

🪬 yap! i hate my ex so here’s this, sorry pedri lovers (bells) 🫶🏾 to @ar4ujos , @planetpedri , @hrts4havertz , &&. @halfwayhearted.

♡︎ - 346,028 likes ✎ - 103,028 comments

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↳ user002 user092 bye they are grown and do not know you!!

↳ user043 user092 hey so actually he cheated on her! do you really want that as your dad?

Transcript of Y/n L/n and pedri💞’s phone call.

pedri💞: Hello?

Y/n L/n: What the fuck, Pedri?

pedri💞: Calm down, baby, what’s going on?

Y/n L/n: ‘Calm down’? ‘Baby’?! You fucking cheated on me, that’s what’s going on. [her voice begins to crack] Not you too.

pedri💞: What… What are you talking about? Y/n, I’m on my way to your house now.

Y/n L/n: [sniffs] To collect your shit I hope.

pedri💞: Don’t say that. I don’t even know what you’re talking about. What do you mean I cheated on you?

Y/n L/n: The pictures are out, Pedri.

pedri💞: What pictures?

End of call.

6 missed calls from pedri💞.

5 missed texts from pedri💞:

- I just saw the pictures. those arent recent

- I promise you it’s not

- I’d never cheat on you Y/n

- I love you so much

- Please don’t do this

Rain poured, mocking the tears from your eyes. You could see him outside through your window, drenched in the rain.

“Y/n, answer the door please.” You could hear Pedri outside consistently pounding on the door. He wasn’t gonna leave you alone; you knew you were gonna have to answer one way or another.

With mascara running down your face, you walked over to the door, in no hurry to talk to him at all. You reluctantly opened the door, being greeted by a pleading Pedri.

“Y/n…” He sighed, his face softening. “Please don’t cry.” He said as he went to wipe your tears away. You dodged him, not wanting to feel that spark from his touch. You couldn’t bare it anymore.

“You’re a piece of shit,” you spat out at him, showing him the photos and the screenshots you had been sent. “You’re a piece of fucking shit.”

“Let’s talk about it then, Y/n,” Pedri replied, downplaying your anger. He didn’t seem as upset as he should’ve been.

Tears continuing to pour just like the rain, you said, “You lie to my face about where you’re going and who you’re with then expect me not to find out? How the fuck can you tell someone you love them and then cheat on them?”

“Y/n, it wasn’t even like that. Those photos and screenshots are all from before you. That girl’s engaged now,” Pedri told you. You could see in his eyes and expression that he was genuinely sorry, no matter how nonchalant he tried acting about the situation.

“Why didn’t you fucking tell me then? If it was before me why hide it?” You didn’t even know what you were saying at this point— you just knew you were mad.

Pedri answered with desperation in his tone, “I have nothing to hide, Y/n, I thought you knew.” Tears were slowly rolling down his cheeks, only making you more upset. You hated seeing him like this and you hated even more that you couldn’t comfort him.

“Then let me see your phone. Since there’s nothing to hide.” You crossed your arms, giving him a serious expression.

His eyes widened and he began to look around for an excuse. He managed to get out, “I… It’s— I left it in thr car.”

“Bullshit, I see the fucking print in your pocket. Bye, Pedri.” You scoffed with an eye roll, beginning to shut the door on him.

He held it open and started to plead. “Please, Y/n. I wouldn’t do that to you and you know it. I love you, Y/n.”

“Save it, Pedri. Don’t waste your time.”

[sakashq]

Hello ^-^

Could I request lamine boyfriend headcanon? 🌸

If not, that's completely fine!

Have a beautiful day ♡

Lamine Yamal 𝜗𝜚 boyfriend headcannons.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will buy you new flowers every time the last ones die.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will bring food to your house whenever you tell him you’re hungry.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who knows exactly how to handle your panic attacks and breakdowns.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will remember what you say you want and then buy it for you when you least expect it.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will show you off whenever he gets the chance.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who talks to his mom about you all the time.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who brings Keyne around you and loves watching you bond with him.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will talk about you nonstop, even during practice. His teammates always tease him and his coaches always reprimand him.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will carry your heels for you when your feet hurt.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will go all out for your birthday, surprising you more and more each year.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who is super clingy and just wants you all to himself.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will help you study for big exams and tests.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will beg you to play football with him, even if you’re horrible at it.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will claim he hates the shows you watch, but be more into them than you.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will tease you over little things, but then reassure you afterwards.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who is interested in trying anything from your culture, including food and customs.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who shows interest in your interests, and even gets into them as well.

💕 yap! I hope you like these 😕 I’ve never done bf!headcannons before so I pray these fit your liking 🙏🏾.

DTS ۫ ꣑ৎ @ar4ujos, @planetpedri, @halfwayhearted, @hrts4havertz, @iovepoem, @joaoflms 🩷

[sakashq]

Hi! So. I’m going to need a Pedri x reader love confession. Very cute, very silly. No angst. No. Angst.

Thanks!❤️

Coffee. pedri gonzález x fem!reader

🤍 summary: You and Pedri are best friends. Except he wants to be more.

🤍 warnings: pure fluff 💕💕

🤍 wc: 400+

🤍: yap! no. angst?? ☹️😓 ok i guess … based on the song by miguel btw !! NOT chappell roans version…💔 @ar4ujos @planetpedri @hrts4havertz @halfwayhearted @iovepoem @joaoflms

It was strange, how love worked. You loved a lot of people, like your parents and friends. But with your best friend Pedri, it felt different. Like it was a strange and different kind of love. You didn’t know if he felt the same funny feeling or if you were the only one to know about this.

Today, Pedri was to take you out for coffee. This wasn’t unusual, as he had taken you to many places before. However, something about today just felt… different. Weird.

He picked you up from your house and as you usually did, you both held conversation while in the car. Pulling up to the cafe, the two of you went inside and got in line to order your drinks.

It was important to note that today you put in extra effort with your makeup, hair, and outfit— keeping it simple enough for coffee but cute enough for Pedri. He clearly noticed this as he said, “You look pretty” as you two stood in line.

“Thank you,” you replied with an uncontrollable smile, trying to swallow the butterflies you were feeling.

Once it was time for the both of you to order, you got your usual. Instead of getting his usual, he opted for the same thing you got. Weird.

“Wow, okay copycat,” you playfully rolled your eyes as the two of you stood to the side, waiting for your coffees to be ready.

He chuckled and said, “Last time we were here, yours was better than mine. I wanna try it for myself.”

The last time the both of you went to that cafe together was only last week. You recalled it very well, though, remembering him begging you for a sip of yours and then taking it when you were distracted. You almost smiled at the thought, but then stopped yourself.

You received your coffees, deciding to sit in again today. “You were right, mine is really good,” you told him after taking a sip of your beverage.

Pedri looked at you with a beam, taking a sip as well. After a few moments in a comfortable silence, you scrolling through your phone and him trying to make himself seem busy, he finally spoke. “Can I tell you something? And if I tell you this, you have to promise it won’t change anything no matter the outcome.”

“Okay, I’m scared,” you awkwardly chuckled. “Did you kill someone?”

“No, I— What? Okay, anyway, I sort of kind of have feelings for you. And it’s totally fine if you don’t feel the same way, but I just wanted to tell you.”

You almost didn’t know how to respond, his confession leaving you at a loss for words. “You what?”

“Please don’t make me repeat myself,” he groaned.

“No, I… What the fuck, Pedri, I was planning on saying it first,” you teased, giving him a smile.

“You feel the same way?” He asked, his eyes sparkling with hope.

You laughed and said, “It wasn’t obvious? Your whole team knew before I did.”

Pedri chuckled saying, “Okay, well I’m glad you feel the same way.”

“So?”

“So what?”

You looked at Pedri, your teasing smirk coming back. “I think you have a question to ask me.”

“Y/n, come on—”

You cut him off, saying, “Ah, ah, ah. Come on, I’m waiting.” You crossed your arms, enjoying the banter between you two.

He playfully rolled his eyes and said, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

Giving him a hard time you responded, “Hm… I guess.” You added a shrug, making it seem to him like you didn’t really care. He obviously knew this was a joke, as the two of you went back and forth like this all the time.

“Okay, girlfriend, I’m already getting sick of you,” he joked.

“I fear you aren’t ready for what’s to come.”

[sakashq]

▮ make it to the morning. / pedri gonzalez x black!reader

ᝰ word count: ≈800

ᝰ summary: you and your boyfriend get into an argument, but he doesn’t take you seriously.

ᝰ yap!: umm dont hate me for this one! and yes this is based off of “make it to the morning” by pnd, im OBSESSEDDD. dedicated to pedri’s gf @planetpedri &&. my loves @ar4ujos , @halfwayhearted , @szalovebot !

Your boyfriend Pedri was driving while you sat in the front seat. You had already had a bad day at work, and all while you were telling him this, he got distracted by his phone.

“Are you fucking serious?” You frustratedly chuckled, looking over at him.

His eyes stopped on you briefly before looking back at the road, pulling into the neighborhood of his house. “What?” He glanced at his phone again, then looked back up.

“I’m trying to talk to you and you’re fucking texting and driving, trying to get us both killed.” It almost sounded like you were joking, the way your tone was playful, laced with the slightest bit of anger and annoyance.

“I’m just… asking Gavi about the plans for tomorrow. I’m sorry, babe, keep talking,” Pedri responded, this time looking over at you for longer and setting his phone down. He kept his gaze on the street though, driving through slowly.

You raised a brow, asking, “What plans?”

The dark haired man stayed silent, his eyes now locked on what was in front of him.

“Hello? I’m speaking,” you snapped a finger in front of his face, waiting for his answer.

“Me, Gavi, and some of the guys wanna go out tomorrow,” he shrugged, answering nonchalantly.

You had to stop yourself from snapping at him, instead saying, “So instead of listening to me tell you about my day you were texting your friends about plans I didn’t even know about. ‘Kay, Pedri.”

“I was gonna tell you,” Pedri immediately replied, a defensive sound in his voice.

“Bullshit,” you rolled your eyes, looking away from him and out of your window.

He didn’t say anything for a few seconds. As he pulled into the driveway, he said, “Y/n. Y/n, talk to me.”

You didn’t respond, getting out of the car immediately, grabbing your stuff and bringing it up to the door. You fiddled with the key trying to unlock the door, as a frustrated Pedri walked up to you.

“Hello? I’m speaking,” he retorted, a pit of anger piling up in his stomach. “I don’t get why you’re mad at me.”

Again, dodging him, you unlocked the door and walked into the house. You didn’t even bother to grab your keys afterwards, making him do it. You set your bags down on the kitchen counter and headed upstairs into his bedroom to sit down.

He knew where you were, following you up there after he locked the front door and set his stuff down. “Babe,” he tried again as he walked into the bedroom. He sat himself next to you, apologizing. “Baby, I’m sorry. Tell me what I did.”

You scoffed at first, but when you saw the upset look in his eyes, you decided to just answer him. “I was trying to fucking talk to you and you were ignoring me.”

“I was trying to get me and Gavi’s plans straight,” he defended himself. “I was still listening. Dios mío, llevas las cosas tan lejos.” He mumbled that last part under his breath, hoping you didn’t hear him.

You eyed him, knowing you didn’t fully understand what he was saying, but could grasp some parts of it. “Excuse you? Speak up.”

“Can you just save this for the morning? I’m tired, babe,” He groaned.

That set you off—who did he think he was trying to push off a problem he caused? “Fine. Bye, Pedro.” You got up from the bed, walking out of the room and downstairs.

“Wait, no, Y/n,” his voice sounded from behind you. “I don’t wanna fight, please.”

You ignored him, your face burning with anger. You began grabbing your stuff off of the counter, along with your keys Pedri had set next to the items.

“Y/n,” he gently grabbed your wrist, nearly forcing you to turn around.

“What?” You shouted at him, turning around to see… a ring?

He looked at you, really looked at you for the first time that night. He couldn’t help but smile, seeing your reaction. “This was the plan.”

“A promise ring?” Suddenly your anger died down, being replaced with a sense of adoration.

“We obviously can’t get married yet, but I want you to be the one when we get to that point. I wanted this to be a bigger surprise obviously, but I didn’t want you going home mad at me,” he spoke softly, no longer having a grasp of your wrist. “It’s only you, Y/n. It’ll only ever be you. I want you to promise that it’ll only be me.”

You hugged him before you could say anything, wrapping your arms around his neck. With your face nuzzled into him, you mumbled, “I love you forever. I promise.”

[sakashq]

a happy lamine yamal blurb? a day in together? i love your work! 💞 emphasis on happy

Glue Song 𝜗𝜚 lamine yamal x fem!reader.

🦢 summary. You were feeling sick, but your clingy boyfriend was not going to leave you alone.

🦢 wc. ≈400

🦢 yap! first “no. angst.” now “emphasis on happy”?!?! is sadness just my brand? i’m sorry guys imma fix that soon trust. ☺️💕

🦢 DTS . . . @ar4ujos @halfwayhearted @joaoflms @iovepoem @hrts4havertz @planetpedri <3

You woke up, your throat feeling clogged and your nose stuffed. You were already dreading the day.

You also woke up to your usual ‘good morning beautiful ❤️’ text from Lamine, which almost made everything better. Almost.

You responded with, ‘ahhem, hem, i’m sick 🤒,’ referencing the movie the two of you watched together just nights before. As soon as you responded, Lamine called you.

“Are you actually sick?” He asked you, no greeting or anything.

You couldn’t help but chuckle and respond, “Yes, Lamine.”

“Okay, give me twenty.” Is all he said before hanging up. What did he mean by that?

After twenty minutes you found out. He had gone out to get you breakfast (toast, yogurt, and hot tea) and a small bouquet of flowers. Your mom let him in and he made his way upstairs, surprising you.

“Oh my gosh, Lamine,” you exclaimed, sitting up in bed. “You didn’t have to do any of that.”

He shook his head in disagreement, setting your tray of breakfast on your bed. “No, I definitely did.” He then placed the flowers which were now in a vase on the side table.

You began eating your breakfast silently as he sat down next to you. “Lamine, I’m sick.”

“We’ll be sick together,” he smiled. “How are you feeling?”

“The same since you called me this morning,” you responded. “Did you get yourself anything?”

Lamine nodded, not replying with words. He grabbed the remote to your television and turned on your favorite show, the one he swore he hated, but would always watch with you.

For the next few hours, you and him both rested together cuddled up and watching TV together. At one point you ended up falling asleep, taking a small nap. When you woke up it was 6:00pm, and Lamine was still laying there by your side with you in his arms. He hadn’t noticed you wake up, but you noticed his slight cough.

“Did I get you sick?” You jokingly asked.

“Like I said, we’ll be sick together.”

[sakashq]

Miedica. 𐙚 lamine yamal x black!reader

🤍 summary. Lamine is taking you on your first date together and he teases you for how awkward you are.

🤍 warnings. just fluff and banter i fear! also y/n usage 😒😒

🤍 wc. 600+

🤍 yap! i love lamine yamal nasraoui ebana with my heart. my starboy, golden boy, and my favorite boy. i fear no one loves him like i love him no beyoncé/yeah yeah yeahs. extra special dedication to myself because lamine is the loml!!

🤍 my girls <3. @ar4ujos @halfwayhearted @hrts4havertz @iovepoem @planetpedri !!

Now playing … While We’re Young by Jhene Aiko.

Baby while we’re young, I think we should do something crazy. Like say, “fuck everyone” and just run away from the daily routine. Yeah you know what I mean.

You were terrified. This was your first date with Lamine and your first date, well… ever. You had never been asked on one by a guy in a romantic way, not that it bothered you. It was just nerve-wracking that the guy you ended up liking the most would be the one. You didn’t know what to do, how to dress, or what to expect.

This was all new to you—and unfortunately, Lamine wasn’t going to let you live it down.

You arrived at the agreed place (the local fair), looking anxiously around for him. Maybe it would have been smarter to go together, but you weren’t ready for an awkward car ride quite yet.

“Y/n!” You heard a familiar voice call out to you. That same voice that melted cooly into your ears whenever you heard it, whether it was in person or his interviews.

You turned around, face to face with Lamine. “Hi Lamine.” You smiled, hoping your fear wasn’t displayed on your face for him to see.

“You look… amazing,” he returned the smile. “Is that the bracelet I got you?” He lifted your arm so he could see it more clearly. One thing about Lamine was that he had no sense of boundaries when it came to his friends. He was just a touchy person, growing up with the trait. You loved it about him.

“Yeah, it is,” you responded, feeling your face heat up with embarrassment. You hadn’t expected him to notice, certainly not this fast. Pulling your arm back, you asked, “Ready to go inside?”

Lamine tried to cover up his frown, masking it with his same award-winning smile. “Yeah.” He grabbed your hand, leading you in.

You passed a few rides and games before your eyes landed on the cutest plush tiger. “Oh my gosh, I need that tiger.”

“Which one?” He asked, standing next to you as you both looked at the vendor. You pointed to it and he nodded firmly. “Watch me work.” He held your hand, waving you through the sea of people. It sent a jolt through your body, his constant touchyness bringing you butterflies.

“Lamine, you’re insane,” you giggled as he handed the vendor his tickets.

“Oh, I’m insane for wanting to make you happy, okay,” he sarcastically responded, a sly smirk on his face. “I’m gonna win this tiger for you, miedica.”

“Disculpe? Miedica who?” You acted fake-offended, gasping and putting your hand on your chest.

He roller his eyes jokingly saying, “Forgot Héctor was teaching you Spanish. I need to tell him to stop.”

You giggled in response, watching him as he attempted to win your tiger. He did just that, handing the plush to you once won.

“Thank you, Lamine,” you smiled, holding the tiger close to you.

“Of course, miedica.”

Telling everybody your mine, and I like it. And I really hope you don’t mind, I can’t fight it. No, you know I cannot hide it ‘cause I’m so excited that I finally decided on you.

As the date went on, you realized maybe this wasn’t so bad. Until you got to the ferris wheel.

It was going so well, but he just had to recommend the most intimate ride of them all. Okay, fine. You were going to be super calm and chill about this.

Except your heart felt like it was pounding out of your chest and you thought you were going to drown in sweat. Could you really do this? Was this going to be too much?

“Are you okay?” He broke you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking,” you responded. Half-truth, half-lie.

He nodded, grabbing your hand again and guiding you to your spot. You two were way too close together on this ferris wheel. Your shoulders were touching and you kept ‘accidentally’ brushing hands.

Lamine looked over at you and said playfully, “Hey, miedica. Are you scared of me or something? You act like this is your first date.”

You didn’t respond, just giving him a blank look.

His eyes slightly widened before saying, “Wait, it is?” When your nod gave him conformation, he continued teasingly, “I’m honored to be your first.”

“You’re saying it like it’s a kiss,” you scoffed with an eyeroll.

“Were we not going to do that?” He asked. When he saw your fear he followed up with, “Just joking. But if you’re offering…”

“Lamine!” You playfully hit him on his arm as if you were reprimanding a toddler for their wrongdoing. “I don’t know, no one’s ever asked me on a one-on-one date before.”

“Strange. So that’s why you’ve been such a scaredy cat all night.”

You glared at him saying, “Scaredy cat?”

He put his hands up as if he was surrendering. “No, I just mean whenever I grabbed your hand you’d flinch. I was starting to think you didn’t like me.”

Your face softened, a smile growing. “The problem is I like you a lot. I don’t know how to show that.”

Lamine smiled, saying, “Well, we can start with this.” He grabbed your hand, your fingers lacing inbetween his.

[sakashq]

THE GREATEST 𝜗𝜚 Jude Bellingham x black!reader

𝜗𝜚 summary. You try so hard for Jude, just to get nothing in return.

𝜗𝜚 warnings. Angst. Y/n usage. Diary of a (sad) Black woman.

𝜗𝜚 wc. ≈400

𝜗𝜚 yap. Nilah try not to write based on herself challenge gooo!! — The Greatest Explained.

You watched him as he scrolled through the endless amount of blonde bombshells— the type of girls who had opposite features to you. Their skin the color of sand and their eyes the color of the ocean. While your skin was the color of dirt with equally as dark eyes to match. You’d never be like them, no matter how much you straightened your hair or followed their trends. You’d always be the girl you’d always been, that little Black girl that just wanted to be seen.

To be loved is to be seen, but your own boyfriend couldn’t even see you for you. He’d always compare you to the girls who made money just for being pretty, getting brand deals and their followers just rapidly increasing all because of their lighter, fairer skin. Your dark skin would never compare.

He liked a few, your own heart aching after each heart on every post. You wanted to scream at him, ask him if he even loved you. If he couldn’t love you because you weren’t as beautiful, as rich, as light as them, then could he love you at all?

“Jude,” you finally spoke, swallowing down the tears. You’ll never look like them.

“Hmm?” He didn’t even look up from his phone. He continued to like more and more posts. Why can’t she look like them?

You looked at him, pain in your eyes. He pretended not to notice. “Do you even love me?” Why isn’t the flat-iron, the basic clothes, and the basic personality not enough for him?

He finally looked over at you. No, I don’t. Instead he said, “Of course I do, Y/n. Why would I not?” Because you don’t look like them. Dress like them. Act like them.

“You don’t show it.” Is it because I’m not as pretty as them?

“I’m sorry,” he frowned, apologizing. “I do love you, really.” You’re not as pretty as them. You never will be.

You nodded solemnly, grabbing your own phone. You feed was just as similar as his was, the same blonde bombshells being a reminder of what you’d never be.

𝜗𝜚 DTS 🦢 @ar4ujos @hrts4havertz @iovepoem @joaoflms @halfwayhearted @planetpedri . . .

[sakashq]

hey so as your self proclaimed new bff. yeah. give me some pedri fluff with light angst. but not like your psycho cheating type angst. Okay.???? Got it.??

Right Here. pedri gonzález x footballer!reader

🤍 summary: The wedge between Désirée and Pedri begins to thicken as their rival teams begin to instigate the downfall of their relationship.

🤍 warnings: slight angst😓 not ‘psycho cheating type angst’ tho!!

🤍 face claim: my baby naomie feller <3

🤍 wc: 700+

🤍 yap! hi bells ily 💕 (i’m sorry) @planetpedri @ar4ujos @halfwayhearted @iovepoem @joaoflms @hrts4havertz

There was only a minute left in the match and the Real Madrid Femenino were beating the Athletic Club Femenino 1-0. Désirée were on the pitch, running the ball down the field. As a striker, it was mostly up to her to score. However, this defender was down her back, giving her no choice but to pass the ball. Passing it to your winger teammate, she kept sprinting to give her teammate a place to pass to.

Getting ahead of her defender, Désirée’s teammate passed the ball to her again and she took the shot. . . Goal!

The fans in the stands had began screaming and cheering, along with her teammates celebrating with her. Désirée did a different celebration this time, posing like a model as her best friend on the team, Linda Caicedo, acted as her photographer. The rest of her teammates caught on, Carla Camacho actually joining in.

As soon as that was over, her nearby teammates hugged her and she pointed to the stands; where her boyfriend, Pedri was, cheering her on.

Now, not many people knew about Désirée and Pedri’s relationship. It was a secret that only Linda and Gavi really knew about, deciding that the rivalry was too deep for it to be public. Abe still went to his matches, although not in his jersey. He insisted on coming to this one, deciding that he would just sit in a spot where no one important would see him. Of course Pedri was always wrong and Désirée was always right, because as soon as that celebration went on the internet, the sleuths of Real Madrid and Barcelona put two and two together that he was in fact in attendance.

Gavi alerted Pedri immediately, sending him a screenshot of what appeared to be him in the stands. Pedri physically felt his heart drop, the text making him look around with anxiety. It wasn’t that people knew that was the problem— it was that Désirée didn’t yet know that they were public now. He knew she was adamant on keeping it a secret, knowing the rivalry was going to push something into them. Of course Désirée was always right.

After the match, her and her team hit the locker rooms and changed to get on with their days. After done, Désirée went to go find Pedri where he said he’d be — just around the corner from the locker rooms.

When she spotted him, she gave him a smile. He hesitantly smiled back, unsure whether or not to break her happiness.

“Hi baby!” She exclaimed. “Did you see my goal?” Désirée wrapped her arms around him, giving him a kiss on the cheek as she did.

“Hey,” he replied. “Yeah, I saw it. You did amazing out there, Dés. I’m proud of you.”

Désirée let go of him, trying to hold in another smile. “Wanna go get dinner? After I shower and get dressed obviously.”

“Yeah, um, actually can I tell you something?” Worst way to state a question when speaking to Désirée. She immediately thought something was wrong. Maybe it was, but now her head was going into the worst places imaginable. Was it going to be over between them? Was he finally done with her?

She inhaled sharply, preparing herself for what ever was to come. “Anything.”

“Your celebration… Everyone found out. We’re all over the internet,” Pedri said sheepishly, fearing her reaction.

Dés didn’t speak for a second, freezing up. They found out? All because of some dumb gesture she made after her goal? What did people think about them? What did they think about her? Instead of discussing her worries she just said, “Oh, okay.”

Pedri raised a brow. “You’re not mad?”

“No I…” She knew what was to come. The internet was going to turn against Pedri for betraying Barcelona by getting with a Real Madrid player. They were going to hate her. Slaughter her. She just had to mentally prepare herself for this. “It’s fine. I don’t care if you don’t.”

“Déssie, we’ve been together for three months and never have you said you wanted to be public. What’s going on?” Pedri inquired.

“Nothing. Maybe it was time to go public,” Désirée shrugged. “Come on, let’s go.”

Back at Dés’ apartment, Pedri waited for her to be done with her shower and getting ready so they could go to dinner together. What she didn’t know, though, was that Pedri’s friends began to influence him to leave her.

This wasn’t even the worst of it. Girls flooded Pedri’s DMs saying that they could treat him better than she ever could and even threatened to kill her. It made Pedri think, did he really want you to have to suffer through all of this? She didn’t deserve this treatment and most definitely didn’t deserve the death threats.

Désirée came out of the bathroom, freshly out of the shower. Pedri was sitting on her bed, scrolling through the endless messages of ‘Pedri, leave that Madrid girl!’ As soon as he saw her, he shut the phone off.

Dés noticed this immediately and asked concerningly, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. You check your phone since after the match?” Pedri questioned.

“No, why?”

“Nothing. I, um, don’t think I’m gonna make it to dinner tonight. They just pushed our training up to early in the morning and I’m kind of tired,” He told her. She frowned slightly, but understood.

Désirée nodded and said, “That’s fine. Let me know when you get home, okay?”

He nodded in return, getting up and leaving the bedroom. No hug or kiss? He never left her without giving her one or the other. He also never just left with barely an explanation. And his phone. Why’d he turn it off as soon as he saw her? Was there another girl he was going to see?

“Okay, bye?” She stood up, walking to her doorway and watching him open her front door. It came out like a question, like a ‘Hello, why didn’t you say anything?’

“Bye,” Pedri said.

“I love you,” she replied, just as he shut the door.

She’d checked his location. He was home and he had been for twenty minutes. No text, no call. Maybe he fell asleep. Maybe he was busy. Or maybe that other girl was at his house.

Désirée didn’t know anything. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to know. If he was cheating did she really want to find out, especially with their relationship still blossoming?

Despite trying to fight the urge, she called him. His voice sounded from the other line after three rings. “Hello?”

“Did I do something wrong?” She immediately asked. She just wanted to know answers.

“Dés, can we not do this right now?”

That set her off. “Are you serious? Are you fucking serious? I’m trying to have a genuine conversation with you and you’re saying ‘can we not do this right now?’”

“Désirée, have you even checked Instagram? My friends, my fans, my teammates are all saying things about you and our relationship and it’s throwing me off. People are threatening to kill you, Dés. You don’t deserve to be with someone whose fans will risk jail time for their idol.” She felt her heart break with these words, the tone in his voice physically killing her.

She didn’t even know how to respond. Once she did, her voice began to crack and tears stung in her eyes. “So what, you’re breaking up with me? Because of your fans?”

“Now that you say it, it sounds stupid but I… I don’t want to put you through that.”

Désirée wiped a stray tear from her face and replied, “Pedri, I’m willing to endure it all if it means I get to be with you. I don’t want our relationship to end over something this stupid.”

“I know, I know. Please don’t cry, Déssie. I love you. I just want what’s best for you. I’m right here.”

“Don’t do this, Pedri. Please.”

“Okay. But if anything happens that will hurt you, I can’t promise to stay. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

Désirée calmed herself down, wiping her face. “I’m sorry, I love you.”

“Why are you apologizing, baby?” He sounded genuinely concerned, like he felt awful for hurting her.

“I… I don’t know. Don’t scare me like that again, okay?”

“I promise. Always and forever.”

She repeated softly, “Always and forever.”

[sakashq]

I DON’T LOVE YOU ANYMORE. (Pablo Gavi x fem!reader)

⛓️‍💥 summary: You don’t love him anymore. But he can’t stop loving you.

⛓️‍💥 wc: ≈400

⛓️‍💥 warnings: angst ,, y/n usage 🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️

⛓️‍💥 yap! i’m sorry in advance.

⛓️‍💥 my girls <3 @ar4ujos @hrts4havertz @planetpedri @halfwayhearted @iovepoem 🤍

“Pablo… I’m sorry. I can’t love you the way you want me to.”

Your words shot through his heart like a bullet, breaking him instantly. He felt a piece of his mind die with his heart, the piece that only focused and thought about you.

It wasn’t his fault you didn’t love him anymore. He did nothing wrong and that was the worst part about it. Why couldn’t he do something bad to give you a reason to fall out of infatuation?

Your heart stung when you saw a tear fall from Pablo’s cheek. Why, why, why?

“Y/n, please. Don’t say that,” Pablo begged. “Don’t say that.” He repeated softly, his voice barely above a whisper. It broke you as much as it broke him.

“This just might be better for us, you know? You don’t deserve to be stuck with someone who doesn’t feel the same for you,” you replied, walking closer to him. You grabbed his hands, removing them from his face. His cheeks were flushed red and his eyes were bloodshot from the crying. Your heart tugged at you once again.

He looked at you, his big brown eyes looking at you with despair. You felt a stray tear fall from your own face, the sight in front of you killing you.

“I love you. It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” he whispered, his heart aching as you kept your gaze on him.

“Don’t say things you don’t mean, Pablo,” You told him. “I love you, just not in the way you want and I’m sorry for that. But I still care about you, okay?”

“I can’t do this without you,” he began to sob, hugging your waist and crying into your chest. You felt your shirt begin to stain with his tears, another tug at your heart.

You let him cry, holding onto him with one arm and running your hand through his hair with the other. “It’s gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay,” you whispered reassuringly, but it wasn’t helping him at all. You felt your heart begin to crack each second this continued on, as he begged for you to stay and cried into your arms. “I got you, Pablo.”

Did you really, though? You were leaving him, out of the blue with no warning to do so. Did you really deserve to have him after how much you hurt him? The questions made your headache, along with the tears that fell from your eyes and dropped on Gavi’s hair.

“I’m sorry. I love you.”

[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.”

[sakashq]

Too Late. 𐙚 kenan yildiz x fem!oc

🪬 summary. In which Isabel has never experienced love and doesn’t know what to expect of it. Once she’s shown it, she doesn’t know what to do.

🪬 face claim. this story is based on a work i had published on wattpad but have since unpublished. qlorify IS me guys i’m not stealing💔. she was a black woman in the book so i still fully see her as one here, but imagine isa as you please.

🪬 yap! I hate my ex. but i also miss him. so this is my current feelings for him written as someone else for someone else🤗. to my favorite divas who unfortunately have to go through this weird ass break up with me! @ar4ujos @hrts4havertz @planetpedri @halfwayhearted 🩵

Isabel was not one to love. She just wanted to feel loved. She hadn’t yet met someone that was worthy of her love, past situations failing on the guy’s end. Love was such a strange concept for Isabel, the girl never being shot by one of Cupid’s arrows. Sometimes she felt like she wasn’t worthy of an arrow, watching everyone around her except her fall in love with their forever.

It wasn’t like there was something wrong with Isabel. She was beautiful—talented, too. Would do anything to make someone feel the way she wanted to feel, even if love was too strong and too terrifying for her.

She considered it ‘like-like’, more than liking someone, but not as much as loving them. Loving someone felt too scary, as she knew if she grew attached she wouldn’t be able to let go. And Isa wasn’t one to take no for an answer.

That’s why she couldn’t love. She’d get too attached and lose herself in that person. Who knows, if they were really worthy of her love, she’d destroy herself for them. It was like a lose/lose situation; if Isa loved, she’d lose herself. If she didn’t, she’d lose that person.

Well, this was all before him.

Someway somehow, Kenan had something different to him. He wasn’t like the other guys who wanted Isa. Personality wise, sure, but still. Something was off.

She didn’t know it at the time, but he was starting to develop feelings. They’d seen each other several times by this point, even going as far as texting everyday. He was doing what Isabel feared the most; falling in love.

He didn’t know it at the time, but Kenan was not falling in love with Isa. He fully thought he was, the idea of being with her being something he constantly thought about and highly considered. She was beautiful—talented, too. There was nothing he couldn’t like about her. Her flaws seemed like ghosts, being there but not seen. Maybe had he caught it he would’ve realized she was falling in love.

This scared Isa. She had never fallen in love with anyone. What made Kenan so different?

This scared Kenan. He had tried love a few times and desperately wanted it with Isabel, so why couldn’t he? There was something wrong with him, something so irrevocably wrong that he begun to hate himself for it.

He didn’t know it at the time, but he was scared of love with Isa.

She didn’t know it at the time, but she was scared of not loving Kenan.

He came to her door with flowers, as he had done once every week to convince himself that he really did love her. She answered as she always did, a bright smile on her face and her heart beating out of her chest.

“Hi,” she continued to smile, her stomach feeling like it was trying to crawl it’s way up to her heart.

“Hi,” he repeated back to her, a smile on his face. Why couldn’t he love her as she did him?

“Come in.”

He did as she said, putting the bouquet in their designated vase. “What’d you do today?” He inquired, hoping that conversation would plant a seed in him that would blossom into love for the girl.

“Nothing much. You?” She responded, sitting down at her counter. He sat next to her, their chairs facing each other.

“Bought your flowers.” They both chuckled. One with love, the other with anxiety.

“They’re beautiful, per usual. Thank you, Kenan.” She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. He was so handome, she didn’t know if she could stop loving him.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was so pretty, why couldn’t he love her?

They hung out for a while, soon moving to the couch. He had his arm around her, she had her head on his shoulder.

“Kenan,” she spoke softly.

“Hmm?” He replied, taking his eyes off the movie in front of him and looking at her.

Her eyes met his and she melted into him. “I’m scared.”

“Why?” His voice was filled with genuine concern. Why didn’t see feel safe with him? Was this his fault? What did he do wrong?

“I… I’ve never loved someone the way I love you. And it scares me.”

He tensed up and froze. What? She loved him? No, no, no, this couldn’t be. She couldn’t love him. He couldn’t even love her! How could someone afraid of love make an exception for someone who didn’t feel the same?

“I’m sorry, that was way too forward,” Isabel frowned, moving out of his arms. “I didn’t mean…”

“Hey,” he held onto her, using his hand to guide her head to look at him. “It’s okay. I feel the same way.” That was a lie. He didn’t even know what he wanted.

Her face lit up, her brown eyes shining brightly against the TV glow. “Really?”

He smiled at her seeing her excitement, wishing he could share it with her. “Of course.” He kissed her gently, their soft lips connecting. This wasn’t the first time they’d done this.

“What does this mean now?” Isa asked after a few moments.

“What?” He knew what she was asking. He just didn’t know what to say.

“I mean… you love me, I love you. What’s that mean for us?” She questioned.

He had to ask her the question now, if he didn’t he’d seem like an asshole. He already told her that he’s in love with her, might as well right? “We… Can I be your boyfriend?”

It was already set in motion; it was too late. Kenan was now stuck.