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𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚; JOÃO FÉLIX

𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃, she’s there for him through win or loss.

author’s note; please let me know what you think as it’s my first ever imagine! so please do not be shy in making requests or anything for any footballer, i just started with joão because i absolutely adore him!

I was sat next to a girlfriend of mine with furrowed brows and a tense gaze I watch as Portugal was tied against Ghana. Proud of the Portugal team and proud of my boyfriend of course, I couldn’t help but grin yet the intensity of the match didn’t decline.

I looked down at my watch for a split second and while doing so another goal was scored by Portugal. I stood up seeing my friend doing so, joining her I raised my arms in joy cheering in excitement.

João scoring the said goal ran with adrenaline in his system and excitement. Holding his arm out while pointing to me giving a subtle wink to me whilst he was surrounded by some teammates. I couldn’t help but show all my teeth with a large smile plastered on my face as my friend next me is clapping with excitement.

The both of us sit back down as the match is still in between extra time and just seems to be wasting time to hold onto their win. After what felt like the longest extra time that I’ve experienced in a match it was finally over, both teams congratulating the other.

My girl friend gave me a large hug due to the large win that we just witnessed and I returned the embrace. “I’m so proud of him!” I jeered as she chuckled at my excitement of the match. As I wasn’t the largest fan of football but I didn’t dislike it, I just found it quite slow at times.

“They did so well!” She replied back the both of us looking out towards the pitch as the stadium slowly began to clear. The both of us made it down the pitch she made her way towards her own significant other. As I found my way to mine who was laughing and caught up in all of the excitement.

Noticing me finally he ran towards me wrapping himself around me in a large embrace, his head head buried in the crook of my neck as I could feel his smile and a tear that I assume was due to the emotion he felt.

I wrapped my arms around his frame tightly, “I’m am so, so proud of you! You were amazing, and you know I don’t watch football but oh my god! I just- you played amazingly.” I said quite loudly in his ear with a smile that hurt my cheeks.

“You’re proud of me?” He asked in a slightly small voice, I tilted my head a little both hands cupping his cheeks. “I am always proud of you” I told him looking into his eyes as his smile grew even wider.

Then bending downwards hands on my waist as mine cradled his face. He placed a kiss on my lips leaning down even more to deepen it as I did the same not wanting this to end. I let go of his face wrapping my arms around his neck and extending myself upwards.

We finally pulled away and I gave him kiss to the side of his mouth. Running my fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck. “I love you” he said to me. I looked directly into his eyes wanting to look into them forever.

Not breaking eye contact I replied just a heartbeat later, “I love you” he pulled me in for yet another embrace this one not as intimate or long but it was perfect as always with him.

We pulled away arms still around one another as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear. And wrapped an arm around my my shoulders as I wrapped my arm around his waist making it into the tunnel.

He looked down at me as I looked up towards him he lifted my baseball cap upwards to get better leverage as he then pressed a chaste kiss to my lips. I smiled even wider as I leaned myself more into his side as we made our way through.

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I leaned forward in my seat not caring about the cleavage of my shirt showing due to my blouse. Elbows pressed to my knees as my arms were parallel to my body and my hands were clasped together resting against my chin.

I never took my eyes off the pitch my friend who was struggling to watch the match as Portugal was unfortunately not in favour of winning at the moment against Morocco. I let out a long breath my friend next to me saying “I don’t know if the boys have it this time Y/n” she said with a shake of her head as I looked back at her.

I looked towards João who’s gaze was intense as he had his full focus on the match he was participating in. I didn’t even know I was biting until I could taste a little blood fall onto my tongue. “Shit” I used my thumb to wipe it off, “here I have a tissue right here” she gave me a tissue as I wiped the droplets off my bottom lip.

“Thank you” I say looking grateful towards her as we both had stress wrinkles forming due to the match. I crumpled the napkin in my hand as I stayed in the same position. The score still reading 1-0, in favour of Morocco. I shook my head with sigh placing my head in my heads for a moment before tucking my hair behind my ears.

And I leaned back in my seat with legs crossed, as a few free kicks, red cards and almost goals were scored it was now 5 minutes left of the match. And it was clear that Portugal had a 20% chance of scoring a goal even with the extra time given.

I could feel the tears brim just for João as finally the match had ended with Morocco winning. Whom played their hearts out, whilst Portugal unfortunately lost. I looked next to me seeing my friend hide her face in her hands. We waited for a little seeing Morocco bask in the glory of their win and making history for their continent.

I could then feel my heartbreak at the sight of each player on the Portugal team. I tried my best looking for João who I found and was on the other side of the field head in his hands as he fell to the floor. The stadium had now been empty as the both of us made our way down for the last time in this stadium.

I tightened my grip on my purse seeing João walk over to the team and wives and children. I met him halfway as he looked at me tears forming in his eyes threatening to spill unlike his other teammates whom had no care in the world and let their tears fall.

João always cared what others thought of him and especially it being his first year in the world cup he had no intention of crying and making himself seem vulnerable. But I made no hesitation in pulling him into an embrace not caring how sweating he had become over the course of the match and in the Qatar humidity.

He almost immediately wrapped his arms around my frame my hands making their way to the back of his head running my fingers through his hair. As I could feel his tears now falling onto my exposed neck we stood there for what felt like eternity and I had no intention of letting go only if he felt the need to pull away.

Once he did find the need to pull away I looked at his face disappointment, embarrassment and a defeated look adorned his face. I wiped his tears away with my thumb leaning up to kiss his temple. “I-I’m gonna go change alright” he told me taking my hand in his as he kissed my knuckles I nodded my head.

“I’ll wait out for you” I let him know the both of us went our separate ways. I waited in the car for him after saying goodbye to his team and some girl friends of mine.

I then see him making his way to the car throwing his duffel bag into the back of the car on the floor as he sat next to me in the back seat. Our driver drove us to our hotel the car ride was silent unlike the four car rides we had taken back to the hotel where we got ready and then headed out to see the city.

But I knew today was different it was clear I found his hand lying idly I grasped it intertwining our fingers together as he still looked outside the window. “I am so proud of you” I turn to look up at him through my eyelashes. As he slowly turned his head to look at me I was now met with his teary eyes once again.

“You’re still proud of me?” He said lowly in a disbelieving whisper. I raised my one free to cup his jaw “I’m always proud of you” I said to him quite strongly. “There is nothing you can do that will make not proud of you. I mean look at where you are right now in your career, I mean you’re in Qatar and just in your first year you made it to quarter finals.

You cannot tell me that isn’t a huge accomplishment” I said to him affirming my a statement by squeezing his hand. He let his tears fall and they made their down to his team tracksuit. I wiped them away as he has done for me before. I leaned forward kissing them away placing my forehead against his.

“Thank you.” “You have no reason to thank me I will always be here for you.” “No, but I’m serious Y/n thank you and please just don’t leave me ever” “I wouldn’t even think about it” I looked up at him through my lashes. He looked down at my lips and kissed me quite firmly yet passionate.

And I didn’t think twice about not returning the same feelings. “I really do love you” he replied pulling away pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

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Day 13: Revelations

Yes, I am *checks calendar* 5 months late, but guess what, time is meaningless now! So hush! @felinettenovember

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Félix had been avoiding her.

For three days.

Every time he saw Marinette, he looked in the other direction. Buried his nose in a book if she waved at him. Hurried away if she approached him. Once in class, she had been walking up the stairs to ask to partner with him, and he had literally jumped out of his seat and asked Max.

And Marinette was very, very pissed.

Okay, fine! He didn’t want to work with her, that was cool! Fine, he didn’t want to hang out, Félix wasn’t a social creature. But running away from her? Ignoring her messages?

Oh yeah, she was NOT happy.

So that was why she had waited after school until he had finished in the library, and then pounced upon him once he had left.

Félix gripped his chest, looking like she has thrown him rather than grabbed his arm. “Marinette! Jesus Christ—"

“Why are you avoiding me?” She asked stoutly.

“What?” Félix froze up and looked away, those silver eyes flashing. “I am doing no such thing.”

“Cut the bullshit. You came around a corner, saw me, and walked in the opposite direction.”

He shrugged, still not looking at her. “I realised I had somewhere else to be.”

“It was first period. Class started in two minutes.”

Félix started to retreat, his shoulders pulling him tensely. “Marinette, please, I can’t—”

“Can’t what?” she demanded, taking a step closer to him. “Talk to me? Answer my texts? Look me in the eyes?”

“Marinette I—”

She grabbed his hand, squeezing it. “Please Félix just tell me what’s wrong—”

He shook his head, tearing away his hand. “I can’t, you need to leave me alone.”

The words stung, but she shoved away the hurt. “Fine, but I need you to tell me why!”

“I can’t, please understand this,” he pleaded.

“How can I? You’ve been ignoring me and it hurts Félix—”

“I’m sorry, but I need to handle this on my own.”

“What do you need to handle? Let me help—”

“You can’t help, Marinette!”

She gripped his hand again, pleading as well now. “Why? Give me one good reason!”

Félix reeled back, looking frazzled and upset. “I need to go home—”

“Stop walking away from me! Just tell me what’s wrong!”

“You can’t help, Marinette! Just leave me alone!”

“Why, just tell me why, and I will.”

“I can’t do that, I told you—”

“No you haven’t! You haven’t told me anything!”

“If you just trusted me—”

“You won’t tell me anything—”

“For good reason!”

“Like what?”

“I—"

“Please, I’m worried. Did something happen—”

“It doesn’t matter—”

“Of course it matters! You’re acting so strangely—”

“Just leave me be!”

“I will, when you—”

“For the last time, I can’t—”

“Stop avoiding the question—”

“You are so stubborn—”

“And you’re so annoying—”

“Go away Marinette—”

“I’m not leaving until you answer—”

“I can’t, you oblivious idiot—"

“Just tell me Félix!”

“I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!”

The world stopped.

For one moment, it stopped, and she didn't breathe.

Then Félix took a step back, and the world restarted.

Marinette couldn't move, couldn't speak. All she could do was stare up at him, trying to understand his words, their meaning. Félix stared back, pale hair a mess, silver eyes wide, cheeks flushed as he gripped the strap of his bag.

Behind him, she saw a stormy grey sky. Thunder clapped. Neither moved.

It’s going to rain, she realised. Then, holy shit Félix loves me.

Something was blooming in her chest. Warm and golden, unfurling like a flame. Marinette couldn’t name it, exactly, but it felt like… happiness. Relief. And something else, something deep and yearning that she hadn’t wanted to think about until now. Something that snuck up on her whenever Félix smiled. Whenever Félix rambled about a book. Growing in secret until he said those words. Until she felt safe enough to realise what she felt.

Félix, her heart sung, Félix, Félix, Félix. He must have been avoiding me because he had just realised. He must have been nervous. He must have been scared of changing our friendship.

It started to rain, but they were safe under the awning of the school.

Marinette wanted to grin for joy, to holler out in glee, wanted to tell the whole world what she felt. Her blood was fire and light and stars. But Félix…

He was still staring, horrified. Terrified.

Marinette felt that flame dim at his expression, worry creeping in like frost. Is he okay? Did I push too hard? Oh my gods I literally forced him into confessing I’m—

“Félix?” She asked softly, reaching out to touch him.

He started to stutter, still staring into her eyes like a spooked horse. “I—I don’t—I didn’t want—Didn’t mean—You just kept yelling and I just—I mean I—”

‘I don’t, didn’t mean.’

I don’t love you. I didn’t mean it.

Marinette slumped, realising what he was trying to say. She had surprised him, scared him. What he said didn’t mean anything. It was in the heat of the moment. Something to shut her up. She was wrong. It was a slip of the tongue. A mistake.

Not love.

“Oh,” she whispered. “I’m sorry. I don’t—I’m so sorry.”

She hung her head, tears burning through her eyes.

Gods, she was an idiot. A clueless, stupid idiot. Of course he didn’t love her. She should have realised—but what was there to realise? She had jumped to conclusions. He hadn’t had some big revelation about falling in love with her.

No, she was just a fool, who had realised too late what she felt.

Marinette turned away, hands shaking while she tried to stifle her sobs. She needed to—to leave. Get away. Curl up and cry and maybe punch an akuma. She just couldn’t be here, near him. Not when her heart was falling to pieces at her feet.

Félix sounded pained. “Marinette—”

She paused mid-turn. “It’s fine,” she told him, squeezing her eyes shut, shut against the lightning and the pain. “I shouldn’t have—I’m sorry for pushing. I didn’t realise…”

Marinette looked at him and smiled, tears spilling down her cheeks. Félix was pale, staring at her with wide eyes.

“You don’t feel the same,” she said through her smile. “And it’s fine. I was too pushy, you just said what came to mind.” Laughing bitterly, she scrubbed at her face. “I didn’t even realise… what I felt until you said it. How stupid am I? Too blind to know until now.”

“You…” Félix was blinking, looking stunned.

Marinette closed her eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow Félix,” she whispered, turning to walk home.

“Wait!” Félix shouted, and damn her, she turned around, even though she knew this would only hurt, only lead to pain—

“Are you in love with me?” He asked. Lightning flashed in the sky behind him

She swallowed. This was the moment she would ruin everything. “Yes.”

“Then why are you acting like I don’t feel the same?”

Thunder echoed through the air, and Marinette’s felt her breath disappear.

“I thought—you said you—”

“I was stuttering,” Félix reminded her. Oh. “I was nervous about your reaction. I didn’t say anything.”

Marinette wanted to slap herself for jumping to conclusions. But that means—does he—

“Did you mean it?” She asked, voice quavering in the air between them. “Do you love me?”

Félix nodded, blinking rapidly. “So—uh… we—you lo—I mean—”

Marinette shook her head, smiling as she reached up to cradle his face, threading her fingers through his silky hair.

“I’m an idiot,” she told him. “I thought it was a mistake.”

“You thought my declaration of love was a mistake?” Félix smiled down at her, leaning into her hands.

She laughed lightly. That warmth was back, but this time, she felt it in the space between them. “Like I said, I’m an idiot.”

“And does this idiot want a boyfriend?” His voice shook at the end, but Marinette didn’t care. All she cared about was the way his arms came around her waist, tugging her closer.

“Yes,” she whispered, leaning up to kiss him as lightning struck the city, and her world became only pure light, and Félix.

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