Zayn Dark/messy Layouts? X

Bro someone needs to study the soccer to F1 girl pipeline. It’s crazy how so many girls (including me) loved soccer as a kid and then transitioned into the car racing space.

STOP BC THIS IS SO TRUE. personally, i was always a football girl growing up but i think what made me more into f1 is that f1 was always in the picture for me growing up! i went to my first grand prix when i was 2 or 3 i don’t remb but it was silverstone and i think that also influenced me 😭. but also since 2016/17, i’ve been atleast attempting to balance both sports but i deffo started liking f1 more than i used to in the last 3 years!

can u do a pau fic where he’s sitting down and reader comes to stand between his legs and he puts his hands on the back of her thighs (yk the thing that guys do idk how to explain it🤣) and her hands around his neck playing with his hair. and he just looks so in love and smiley and looking up and her and just listening to her speak.

maybe it’s at team dinner or something at the camp and everyone is like awww and teasing.

❦ - your hands.

warnings:: none

writers notes:: it’s safe to say that i didn’t survive yesterday and im sat at my desk at 7am rn and i’m chugging red bull

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp @universefcb @mariejuli @nngkay

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it’s loud in the restaurant, glasses clinking, plates being passed, laughter bouncing off every corner of the table.

but none of it really matters.

because pau’s sitting in the middle of it all, quietly zoned out, eyes only on you.

you’d gotten up to grab something off the far end of the table, weaving through teammates and chairs and banter, and somehow ended up standing right between his knees as you reached across the table.

and instead of shifting or moving back, he just rests his hands gently on the backs of your thighs. casual. warm. his.

your breath catches just a little.

you glance down at him and smile, hands instinctively finding his shoulders, then sliding up into his hair.

his hair is soft. his eyes are softer.

and god, he’s looking at you like you’re made of light.

like he’s not in the middle of a team dinner with half the squad watching.

like you’re the only sound he hears.

you start rambling about something, what someone said earlier, a joke he missed, how chaotic the other end of the table is.

and he just listens.

quiet smile on his lips. fingers still tracing slow, lazy shapes on the backs of your thighs. head tilted just slightly so he can look up at you better.

he nods at all the right moments, gives little mhm’s and amused half laughs, but mostly?

he’s just watching.

like he’s memorizing you. like he already has.

someone down the table calls his name.

he doesn’t even flinch.

you finally stop talking, a little breathless, a little shy under his stare.

‘what?’ you whisper, laughing softly. ‘why are you looking at me like that?’

he just smiles.

‘you’re the best part of my night. that’s all.’

and yeah. you feel it. all the way down to your fingertips.

hey! If youre looking for requests could you write something for charles leclerc? General hcs about dating him or a drabble maybe (i would melt if it was about him as a dad with kids🫠). Either is great but no pressure at all! Xx

❦ - maman et papa.

summary:: just a simple day w your family. (IDK WTF TO PUT HERE 😭)

warnings:: none?

writers note:: so like this is really short but i hope u guys like it bc ive never written for him 😔.

ion have a taglist for f1 fics yet but lmk if you’d wanna be apart of it if i do make one!

the sound of giggles filled the leclerc household as charles lay sprawled on the floor, two tiny figures climbing over him. his youngest, a little girl with wild curls just like his, had her chubby hands planted firmly on his chest, her face scrunched up in concentration.

'i win!' she declared, sitting triumphantly on his stomach.

charles gasped dramatically, throwing his head back. 'nooo, you’re too strong for me!'

his son, older by three years and fiercely competitive, frowned. 'papa, it’s my turn!'

'alright, alright, one at a time!' charles laughed, but neither child listened. soon they were both on top of him, their small hands attempting to pin him down. he let them win, of course, lying there with a grin as their laughter echoed through the room.

a soft chuckle came from the doorway. you leaned against the frame, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold. 'having fun?'

charles looked up at you, hair tousled and cheeks flushed. 'rescue me?' he asked, but there was no real pleading in his voice, only warmth, love, and a happiness that made your chest ache in the best way.

your daughter scrambled off him and ran to you, holding her arms up. 'maman, papa’s a loser!'

charles feigned offense. 'traitor!' he called after her, but when his gaze met yours again, his expression softened. 'this... this is the best, isn’t it?'

and as you watched your little family dissolve into another round of giggles and tickle fights, you could only nod. 'yeah, it really is.'

it’s been a hot minute since i read a joao fic i miss him wtf

𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙤 - 𝙅𝙤𝙖𝙤 𝙁𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙭

summary: João always plays Call of Duty but his girlfriend is determined to distract him so she can ask him something

warnings: slightly suggestive

author's note: english is not my first language, divider from @sisterlucifergraphics

João's favourite videogame is Call of Duty, damn we are meant to be together

It was one of those peaceful days off, both me and joao were home with no commitments for the day, our plans were to just chill and relax. Yeah relax. If it wasn't for Joao's loud voice from the living room, he was playing Call of Duty and he was shouting various insults in portuguese. I went to the living room and i saw him laying on the couch with the controller in his hand and a concentrated look. Damn he didn't even see im standing right here, i had to do something.

I went up to our bedroom and changend into a pair of shorts and a white tanktop, then i went downstaris to the living room again. I walked straight to the couch and then i sat on Joao's lap.

He immediately paused playing, got up and wrapped his arms around my waist

"amor, what are you doing?" he asked giggling and putting his face in the croock of my neck

"nothing... i just wanna watch you play" i said with a small smirk

"fine" he sighed and laid again

He continued playing and i paid attention to what was happening on the screen, then i decided to distract him a bit: i started moving my hips just a little to create a bit of friction.

I saw him twitching his leg, my plan was already achieving the desired results.

After a while i moved again my hips, like i had to adjust myself on his lap. This time i heard him grunt a little but he continued playing. I had to get tough to distract him, so i started to gather my hair for a ponytail so my hips could move even more against his lap. This time actually worked, he immediately got up and stopped my movements with his hand on my waist

"are you trying to get me hard in the middle of the game?" he asked with a serious tone ù

"oh no, i just wanted to distract you a bit" i replied with an innocent smile

he lowered his face to level my neck and started kissing it "don't lie to me amor" he said with his tone low "tell me what you want"

i sighed and reluctantly pulled away a bit "i just want you to teach me how to play" i said flushing a bit, god why it was so embarassing?

Joao was taken back a bit "you acted like that just to ask me this?" he aksed

"yeah but... nevermind" i said as i tried to get up but his strong hold kept he sat

"no no amor, now you will stay here and i will teach you everything about ths ok?" he said in a sweet tone "don't be embarassed to ask me things like this again ok?"

Thus began the most boring 15 minutes of my entire life, don't get me wrong i like the game, but he was literally explaining me everything. When the explanation was over he told me to try and play. When the round was over he looked at the screen and stared at it in disbelief "amor, your score is just a few points below my usual and it's just your first round!"

I giggled, proud of myself "that's because is have a good teacher" and gave him a well deserved kiss

i thought i'd spam you with reqs so you have like a lot of ideas to write idk

please delete them if they're bad or shitty or you just don't want to write them <33

no pressure at all pooks take all the time you need to write the ones you want <3

i'll try to make them like more on the fluffy side rather than romantic since i know youre fasting and it's ramadan for you !!

BYE I LOVE YOU IM HAPPY TO WRITE ALL OF THEM IVE BEEN SO OUTA IDEAS ATP AND I NEEDED THEM DONT DIE I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE UOU

i am SICK of my user but idk if i shoudk change it bcc im lowkey a hypocrite bc i silently judge people w users like mine but in english

EYES ON YOU PART 3 ✧.* joao felix

requested by: @iluvjoaofelix14

part 1 part 2

warnings: none

MASTERLIST

It had been a week since your first date with Joao, and yet, you still weren’t over it.

You and Lila were sprawled across your bed, a bowl of popcorn between you as music played softly in the background. Lila was lying on her stomach, scrolling through her phone, while you stared at the ceiling, reliving every little moment from that night.

"So, let’s recap," Lila said, tossing a piece of popcorn in the air and catching it in her mouth. "You guys went to that cute little Italian place, talked for hours, he walked you home, and then—"

You groaned, covering your face with a pillow. "Lila—"

She grinned. "And then he kissed you on your doorstep like something straight out of a rom-com!"

Your face heated up. "Okay, yes, fine. He kissed me."

Lila sighed dramatically. "Ugh. It’s like a football fairytale. Do you think I should start writing wedding speeches now, or—"

You threw a pillow at her. "Shut up."

She cackled, but before she could continue, your phone buzzed on the nightstand. You reached for it lazily, not thinking much of it—until you saw the name on the screen.

Joao.

Your heart did a little flip. He hadn’t called you out of the blue before.

Lila immediately noticed your expression. "What? Who is it?"

You swallowed, turning the phone toward her.

Her eyes widened. "Oh, my God. Answer it! What are you waiting for?!"

You took a deep breath, then picked up. "Hey, Joao."

There was a pause. Then, finally, his voice—soft, hesitant. "Hey."

Something was wrong.

You sat up, suddenly alert. "What’s going on?"

Another pause. Then—

"I’m leaving England."

The words hit you like a punch to the stomach. "What?"

Joao exhaled. "I just got the call. I’m going on loan to AC Milan. I leave tonight."

Your heart dropped. "Tonight?"

"I wanted to tell you sooner, but everything happened so fast," he said, his voice tinged with regret. "I don’t want to leave without saying goodbye. Can you come to the airport?"

You felt like you couldn’t breathe. Joao was leaving. Just like that.

Lila sat up beside you, watching your expression shift from confusion to sadness. She didn’t know what was happening yet, but she could tell something was wrong.

You swallowed hard, gripping the phone tighter. "Yeah," you said, voice barely above a whisper. "I’ll be there."

Joao let out a small breath, like he was relieved. "Okay. I’ll see you soon."

When you hung up, Lila grabbed your shoulders. "What happened? What’s wrong?"

You blinked, trying to process it all. "Joao’s leaving. He’s going on loan to Milan. Tonight."

Lila’s mouth fell open. "What the hell?!"

"He wants me to come to the airport so we can say goodbye."

Lila was already jumping off the bed. "Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go!"

The drive to the airport was a blur. You stared out the window, trying to keep yourself together, but the lump in your throat was growing by the second.

"He’s going to come back, you know," Lila said, glancing at you. "It’s just a loan. He’s not leaving forever."

You nodded, but it didn’t make it hurt any less.

By the time you arrived, the departures terminal was busy with travelers rushing around, but you only had eyes for one person.

And then—you saw him.

Joao stood near the check-in area, hoodie pulled over his head, hands tucked into his pockets. But when he saw you, his whole face softened.

You barely took two steps before he was in front of you, looking down at you with those warm, familiar brown eyes.

"Hey," he said softly.

You swallowed. "Hey."

His gaze flickered over your face, like he was trying to memorize every detail. "I didn’t want to leave without seeing you."

You nodded, trying to smile, but your throat was tight. "I’m really gonna miss you, Joao."

His brows furrowed, and then suddenly, his hand was cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing gently against your skin. "Don’t cry," he murmured. "I’ll come back."

You let out a shaky breath. "You promise?"

His lips quirked up in the smallest, saddest smile. "I promise."

And then—he kissed you.

Soft, warm, lingering. Like he wanted to stay in this moment forever. Like he didn’t want to leave at all.

Lila, standing a few feet away, practically squealed under her breath. "Oh my God."

But just as you melted into the kiss, something inside you snapped.

You suddenly pulled back, heart racing.

Joao blinked in confusion. "What’s wrong?"

You didn’t even think before you said it. "I’m going with you."

Joao’s eyes widened. "What?"

"You can’t," he stammered, looking completely overwhelmed. "You have a life here—"

"Yes, she can," Lila interrupted, stepping forward with a wicked grin. "I’ll pack your stuff and send it to you. Go."

You turned to her, heart pounding. "Are you sure?"

Lila rolled her eyes. "Babe. The love of your life is about to get on a plane. Go."

Tears welled in your eyes, but this time, they weren’t from sadness. You threw your arms around Lila, hugging her tightly. "I love you so much."

She laughed. "I know. Now get out of here before I start crying too."

You turned back to Joao, who was still staring at you like he couldn’t believe this was real.

"You really want to come with me?" he asked, voice soft, uncertain.

You smiled, taking his hand in yours. "There’s nowhere else I’d rather be."

For a moment, he just looked at you, his lips parting like he wanted to say something. But then, instead of speaking—he kissed you again.

And this time, it wasn’t a goodbye.

hii, i just start read you fic, and i love them. and can you maybe make a story of y/n and Guille Fernandez, where they are old friend, but haven't seen each other for years, but she chooses to go to Barcelona to surprise him. a cute ending.

❦ - back to you.

summary:: you and guille have always been bestfriends but you had to move away. ever since then he’s all you could think about to the point you couldn’t take it anymore and you came right back.

warnings:: none!

writers note:: i’m sorry this is really rushed i really need to extend my fics bc this is more of a blurb icl but i hope you guys like it nonetheless!

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

the plane lands with a soft jolt, and you grip the armrest, heart thumping. it’s been years. too many. your pulse quickens as you gather your bag, feet moving on autopilot through the terminal. barcelona greets you with golden warmth, the kind that sinks into your skin and settles there, familiar and comforting. the air smells the same too: sea salt, roasting chestnuts, and the faint hint of blooming jasmine wafting from somewhere beyond the airport doors.

your phone buzzes in your pocket. a text from guille lights up the screen: meeting ran late. might just crash when i get home. today’s been brutal. you smile, thumb hovering over the keyboard. should you respond? hint at what’s coming? no. that’d ruin the whole point. you tuck your phone away, nerves simmering beneath your excitement.

the cab ride is a blur of winding streets and familiar sights. balconies overflow with potted plants, and the hum of city life pulses at every corner, laughter, footsteps, distant music echoing through the alleys. barcelona feels like a memory you’re stepping back into, equal parts comfort and surprise. maybe it’s the city that’s changed. maybe it’s you. maybe it’s him.

your thoughts drift to the last time you saw him, five years ago. rushed goodbyes at an airport terminal. promises to stay in touch that slowly dissolved. guille had been a constant back then, the anchor to your storm. funny how some people hold onto a part of you, even when time stretches thin between meetings.

the driver pulls up to his building, and you thank him, nerves twisting tighter. the graffiti along the side wall is still there, same colors, same shapes. the bakery on the corner glows warmly, scent of fresh bread curling through the cool evening air. you inhale deeply, letting it wrap around you like a hug. some things never change.

you pause at his door, fingers hesitating before you knock. quick. sharp. footsteps shuffle on the other side, and then – a pause. the lock clicks. the door creaks open.

his hair’s longer, scruffier. but those eyes; the same warm blonde, widen with disbelief. ‘what the hell?’ his voice is caught somewhere between a laugh and a breathless exhale.

‘surprise,’ you grin, nerves melting beneath the weight of his gaze.

‘you’re here,’ he breathes out, blinking as if you might vanish. his hand reaches forward, fingertips brushing yours. ‘god, you should’ve told me.’

‘and ruin the surprise?’

he laughs, loud, bright, the kind that pulls at something deep in your chest. ‘get in here.’

inside, his apartment is a blend of clutter and comfort. books stacked haphazardly. a guitar propped against the couch. the place smells like coffee and cedarwood. he runs a hand through his hair, still dazed. ‘seriously, what? how long are you here for?’

‘depends,’ you shrug. ‘how much coffee can you promise me?’

hours later, you end up at the beach, shoes kicked off, waves cool against your ankles. the city hums behind you, music, conversation, life carrying on while the sky melts into a watercolor of pinks and oranges. conversation flows easily. you swap stories, trade laughter, filling the spaces where years had crept in. it’s seamless. natural. like no time passed at all.

he bends to pick up a pebble, flinging it into the surf. ‘remember that summer we got lost trying to find that lighthouse?’

‘you mean you got us lost,’ you shoot back.

‘hey, i was following your map!’

‘my map didn’t tell you to wander into someone’s backyard.’

laughter bubbles up between you, shoulders bumping. the sky deepens into indigo, stars beginning to prickle the horizon. silence settles, comfortable and warm. his gaze shifts to you, softer now. ‘i missed you,’ he says, quiet but certain.

your heart tugs, something tender and familiar unfurling. ‘yeah. me too.’

he reaches for your hand. no hesitation. fingers slip between yours, fitting like they always have. the waves hush against the shore, and for a moment, it’s just this, just him, just you.

‘so,’ he murmurs, glancing over. ‘you staying a while?’

you squeeze his hand, smile tugging at your lips. ‘yeah. i think i will.’

you walk back through winding streets bathed in amber light, shoes dangling from free hands. laughter drifts from nearby cafés. someone strums a guitar overhead, notes floating down from a balcony. the city stretches out around you; vast and intimate all at once.

later, you sit side by side on his balcony, mugs of tea warming your hands. barcelona sprawls before you, glittering under the night sky. he leans back in his chair, casting you a sidelong glance. ‘can’t believe you’re really here.’

you rest your head against his shoulder, a soft sigh escaping. ‘me neither.’

the night folds in close, warm, familiar, as if the universe is whispering: this is where you’re meant to be.

I have a request…so…

Reader is at camp nou with a few friends and she is watching a match and barca loose. So when reader and her friends leave reader had to go to the bathroom so she sneaks past a guard to look for a bathroom and she hears some banging at the end of the hallway and basically her curious ass wants to go and check it out and she finds gavi breaking down and hotting and kicking a locker and he has a panic attack and she helps him and maybe they kiss…hehe

idk…its up to you it has just been in my head for a while…

Love your work😍

panic attack

credits to the owner!

summary: you helps gavi when he has a panic attack

warnings: slighty angst, but not really

pairing: pablo gavi x fem!reader

a/n: greetings to all teen wolf fans hehe

taglist: @paucubarsisimp, @barcapix, @joaosnovia

requests are open!

masterlist

Barcelona lost the match against Atletico Madrid at Camp Nou, three to zero. Today everything went wrong.

You sighed sadly, getting up from the chair with the rest of your friends. You headed for the exit, but when you thought about the traffic jams, the Coca-Cola you drank during the match filled your bladder.

“I'll join you, I'll just hop into the bathroom” you said to your friend and she nodded.

You slipped past the security guard unnoticed, looking for the toilet, and as soon as you found it, you were distracted by strange noises.

Curiosity got the better of you and you forgot about your needs and headed towards the noise.

You peeked your head slightly from behind the wall, and the sight you saw surprised and worried you at the same time.

Gavi had his face in his hands after kicking the nearby bench, and his knuckles were red from hitting the brick wall.

He leaned his back against the wall, sitting on the cold floor, trying to catch his breath. He was furious that they lost. He felt that he had let down the fans and himself, that he could have done something more, but it didn't happen.

You walked up to him with gentle steps and said:

"Hey, are you okay?" you asked and he started in fear at the sudden voice, widening his eyes at you.

You crouched down in front of him, not wanting to scare him any more. You could tell by his current behavior that he was having a panic attack.

His breathing was rapid and uneven, he was sweating profusely, and his eyesight was unfocused. He looked around anxiously and moved his leg, holding his heart with one hand, which was probably racing.

You grabbed his hand with one hand and cupped his face with the other, trying to figure out how to help him.

"Gavi, look at me. Inhale and exhale, you're safe here" you said, rubbing his injured knuckles and his cheek.

You knew he heard you, but it was hard for him to do what you said. He looked at you with eyes full of help, his breath wheezing.

There was only one solution in your head, the one you saw in one of the TV series, so without waiting any longer, you kissed the boy to divert his thoughts.

You were able to feel his surprise during that brief moment, but you were even more so when he kissed you back.

His lips tasted sweet and were soft to the touch, your lips moving in sync as if they were the missing piece of a puzzle. He squeezed your hand. His heartbeat slowly returned to normal and his restless breathing calmed down.

You broke away from him with a slight blush of embarrassment and you could see the same on his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't do this, but I wanted to help you somehow, divert your thoughts somehow" you said awkwardly in one breath.

“You have nothing to apologize for” he laughed softly, his voice low and making you shiver. “You helped me, so thank you” he added, and you gave him a bashful smile. "Just, how did you come up with the idea that this would help?" he asked and you giggled awkwardly.

“In one show, a girl kissed a guy when he was having a panic attack and it helped him, that's all I could think of” you scratched your head, looking at the floor, you heard his soft chuckle.

“Well, it worked” you looked back at him, he was smiling softly, looking at you softly.

You both laughed at the situation, relaxing the atmosphere and it turned into a comfortable one.

“I'm sorry again” you said, feeling unsure.

“You really have nothing to apologize for, you helped me” he explained, taking your hands in his warm ones. “Besides, I liked it” he added more quietly, making you blush.

He scanned you with his eyes and a shiver ran down your spine as his eyes landed on your Barcelona shirt.

“Great shirt” he blurted out with a smile. "With whom?" he asked, referring to the name on the back of the shirt.

"What do you think?" you asked flirtatiously and he gave you a sly smirk.

"With me?" he asked also flirtatiously.

You brushed your hair to the side, then turned your back to him for a moment, revealing a T-shirt with the number "6" and a large "GAVI" written on it. When you turned back around, he had a huge smile on his face and was looking at you with a mysterious twinkle in his eye.

"What's your name?" he asked suddenly.

“Y/N” you announced.

“So Y/N” he started. "Since we've already gotten to know each other to some extent, can I invite you for coffee?" he finished with an uncertain smile.

Blushing, you gave him a wide smile.

"With pleasure".

here’s mine? my handwriting is REALLY shit bc i’m in a moving car but whatever! anyways idk how long i’ve been an f1 fan bc i was lowkey born into it…?

tags:: (IM SO SORRY IF UN WANTED bc these are my only moots that haven’t done it yet!) @paucubarsisimp @httpsdana @hearts4musiala

I did the the f1blr 2025 introductory board by @lil-shiro (thank you lil neb)

Tagging, and with no pressure of course ! @blairdii @kolbalissh @shrimptiger @beabnormal24 @chamberkat @strwbrryfire @xxxdeerlordxxx @artchvies @girldriveroscar @isacksteban @finn95o @allphatauri @lain-at-the-gay-bar @disarmd @ellearts