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𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡; you develop a friendship with the barça boys and fall for a certain loan player.
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user1 cant believe we got joão in a happy relationship before gta 6
user2 THE BACKWARDS HAT IM IN LOVE
yourusername floki says im his fav btw ↳ joaofelix79 u pay attention to him more than me
user3 wonder how y/n feels seeing everyone thirst in joão's comments ↳ user4 i'd throw hands ↳ user5 shes winning at the end of the day tho
user6 floki has two parents now 😭❤️❤️
user7 is he wearing the bracelet she made him (3rd slide) ↳ user8 WAIT UR RIGHT ↳ user9 theyre the cutest
hctorforrt_ y/n working overtime for these pics ↳ yourusername u calling me out 😭 i have thunder thighs n like a slvtty waist but <333 ↳ marcguiu9 just run his ig acc atp
user10 so cuteee where is ↳ user11 bro died mid comment
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one day, your modeling job was on the same day as a barcelona match, so you couldn't make it. checking your phone on the way home, you saw that barcelona had won and joão scored. you couldn't help but feel guilty about missing it, even though there was nothing you could've done.
you came back home to him sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone. joão walks up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.
"hey, querida," he says, trying not too sound upset.
"how was the match?" you lean into him.
"it was fine," he responds drily, burying his face in your hair as he continues to hold you. he was a bit upset, but he missed your touch nonetheless.
"i saw that you scored," you speak softly, with a hint of pride in your voice.
joão lifts his head from your hair and rest his chin on your shoulder, his chest pressed against your back.
"wish you were there to see it." he sighs against your skin, sounding a bit childish and pouty.
"i do too."
"but you were too busy," he huffs, knowing he's being unfair, but lets the words slip out anyways.
"i'll be there next game, i promise."
he lifts his head up and looks at you, eyes locked on yours.
"you better, i don't like when you skip my games."
joão takes your hand, leading you back to the couch. your head finds the crook of his chest as you lay on him, like it was a place made just for you.
