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you're at the beach with a couple of the barça boys. the sun begins its slow descent in the sky, casting darkness across the sand. you sit on a towel, munching a chip and listening to the sounds of banter in the group.
"did you just eat the piece of chocolate i left on that napkin?" héctor asks marc accusingly.
"um, no?" marc responds.
"i saw him eat it," lamine pipes up, pointing a finger at marc.
"lamine!" marc exclaims, shoving the boy. lamine laughs and shoves him back.
"besides, there's still some left!" marc adds.
"there isn't.." fermín holds up the empty chocolate wrapper and héctor groans.
"can't leave anything laying around here," héctor grumbles under his breath, sitting back down and reaching for a chip. you hold out the bag to him.
joão, sitting on a towel next to you, reaches over for a chip as well, but you're quick to snatch it away from him. he gives you a pointed look in response.
"hey, i didn't mean you," you say teasingly, whilst holding out the bag. joão juts his bottom lip out in response and pops a chip in his mouth.
your brain veers off course and your attention is drawn to the fact that he's so close to you. and he doesn't have a shirt on. you pray your cheeks haven't turned red.
don't look don't look don't look
joão's brown eyes stare at you expectantly, like he's waiting for a response. you shake yourself out of a daze.
"what?" you ask quizzically.
"i said, are you enjoing barcelona?"
"ohh," you blush. "yeah, for sure. the food's good. the city is gorgeous," you rattle a list off while counting on your fingers. "and the people..." you look around at your group, "eh, they're alright." sarcasm laces your voice.
joão chuckles lightly at this. "the feeling is mutual," he says, playing along. you gasp, feigning mock offence.
"ouch. okay, so what's your favourite spot in barcelona?"
"besides the billboard on the main street?" he asks with a teasing lilt in his tone.
"ohhh, shut up," you say with an embarassed smile, cursing him for being such a flirt. he's probably like this to all the girls, you think, before your imagination gets the best of you.
joão laughs at your reaction. "couldn't help it," he says, winking.
"don't wink at me." you shudder, pretending to be horrified as butterflies stir in your stomach.
he laughs again. "i'll wink if i want to."
you give him a displeased frown, playing into the bit.
"anyways, besides the beach," joão continues, "probably parc de la ciutadella. i'll take you there, if you haven't already been," he says.
you stop in your tracks, wondering if he just offered to hang out with you one on one.
your heart beats faster in your chest and your eyes drop to the forgotten bag of chips between you. you reach for one just to do something with your hands.
"like... just us?" you ask cautiously, wincing because you sound so innocent. you've been with guys, but something about him was just different.
he smiles, seemingly amused, and shrugs. "yeah. you and me."
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user1 10/10 ALL BC OF U
user2 when i'm in a bop competition and she's my opponent
user3 WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT JOAO
↳ user4 who?
↳ user3 he's a football player
↳ user5 OH well im only here for y/nuser6 ur wayy prettier than the view
user7 MY WIFE IS CHEATING ON ME??????
user8 posting him on MAIN is actually crazy work
joaofelix79 do you mean the view of the beach or of me?
↳ pablogavi pal it's the beach 💀
↳ user9 'pal' LMAOOOuser10 is this joao's gf.....
user11 she's gonna pull a hat trick on him like magui
user12 UR SO FINE BE MINE PLEASE
_ferminlopez 👀
↳ user13 NOT U TOO FERMIN 😭😭
↳ user14 he knows something we don'tuser15 i've never been more jealous of someone in my life
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Fanfictionjoaofelix79 sent you a message. 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡; you develop a friendship with the barça boys and fall for a certain loan player. social media & irl she/her poc!reader