What's your problem?" "Zero," was Jude's smooth comeback. "I just won a trophy." Gavi exhaled sharply, his uninjured leg kicking Jude's under the covers. "I do not need the reminder, thank you very much." "But most importantly, I'm in bed with you," Jude whispered the words against the shell of his ear, and then felt the shiver that went through the younger boy. The evidence that he wasn't the only one in too deep was always nice to behold. "I've been dreaming of this for so long." "Flattery will get you nowhere." "It's gotten me exactly where I am right now." "You're not as smooth as you think you are," Gavi said, but his actions contradicted his words, as he was placing his hands right above Jude's where they rested on his lower abdomen. Jude wasted no time in entwining their fingers, and the completeness he felt then made him think. I finally get it now; what all the bloody love songs and poems are about.

Everyone thought Pablo Gavi and Pedri were inseparable. The perfect passes on the pitch. The laughter during training. The playful interviews. The photos side by side. But no one knew about the silence that existed between them. Pedri hid a feeling that should never exist. Because Gavi had a girlfriend. Because it could destroy their friendship. Because maybe it was all just in his head. So he got used to watching from a distance. The quick hugs. The girlfriend's calls during training sessions. The way Gavi smiled while looking at his phone. And, little by little, it started to hurt more than it should have. But hidden feelings never stay buried forever. Especially when two people know each other so deeply that they can notice even what is never said.

Haaland gripped Bellingham's hand tightly to keep him from slipping away again. "Is that baby mine?" He asked with a serious look and a cold voice; he just wanted him to tell the truth for once. Jude bit his lip, refusing to speak, since Erling already had a girlfriend and a child. Making an adaptation in English, thanks to bluemeli_77

One broken heart. One unforgettable night. One professional boundary neither of them expected to cross. After discovering her boyfriend's betrayal, sports physiotherapist Alba Romero has no intention of falling for anyone-especially not her newest client, FC Barcelona star Ferran Torres. Too bad fate has other plans.

Erling Haaland is a super driven guy who gets whatever he wants. He's got long blonde hair tied up in a messy bun, he's tall with blue eyes, and he has a jacked physique from years of hitting the gym. Being of Scandinavian descent, he decides to enroll in the "World Cup Academy" a prestigious school where the brightest teens from fifteen to nineteen go to lock in their future. But Erling makes a mind-blowing discovery: his ex, Kylian Mbappé, who's French, is also enrolled at the academy. The shy kid Kylian used to be is completely gone; now he's the star of the school, the popular guy everyone calls "Kylian Dictator." But as past history fades, new stories begin... enter Jude Bellingham, an interesting guy from England. He's the ultimate heartthrob wanted by every girl in LA, and he's the one who's gonna steal the Norwegian's heart...

This is the English version of "No Jogo da Vida" for my friends who speak this language. You can find this fic on my profile. • This is a story that mixes real-life characters with the unreal. • The present time in the story does not always keep pace with the present time in real life. • Characters may appear throughout the story. • I hope you enjoy it. And if you do, leave comments. • I will try to publish chapters weekly. ------------------ ∞ ------------------ I apologize in advance if there are any errors in the translation. :) ------------------ ∞ ------------------ +18 | Julienzo | Fedri

"You can't keep looking at me like that, Páez." He doesn't even glance up from where he's tying his boots. "Like what?" "Like that." Finally, he lifts his head. And there it is. That stupid look. Like I've just said something adorable instead of insulting him. "I have no idea what you're talking about." "Liar." His grin widens. "You're blushing." "Shut up." "Make me."