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Ines as Your Girlfriend — Headcanons

Warnings: fluff, i think that’s about it!

Author’s Note: excuse my tardiness honey bun! thank you for your patience ml 😇

Nesh gives me softie vibes and I feel like she would plan the best dates.

Think art classes, pottery, picnics, hiking, anything like that where you guys can cultivate something together. I feel like she wouldn’t believe that dates have to be super expensive to be super duper special.

She wants to help you get to know her culture!

Nesh would definitely tell you little facts and invite you to try different foods.

Imagine she walks into the bedroom of your shared apartment with a beaming smile. You’re freshly showered, occupied with doing your hair.

Inês approaches you with a beaming smile and a plastic bag with words in bright red plastered on the front. “I got us food, baby.”

“Yeah?” You inquire. “What is it? Smells good,” your hands rake through your hair as you speak.

Inês leans against the countertop of the vanity, her eyes focused on you, holding a loving gaze. She always appreciated that you were eager to try whatever she brought home.

“It’s called feijoada. It’s a type of stew, but it’s like creamy. I got us rice to eat with it,” she explained.

“Okay,” you beam. “I’m excited. Do you want to watch that new documentary, too?”

Inês’ left arm reaches up and her palm cups your cheek, her thumb stroking the surface. Subconsciously you lean into her touch, loving the warm feeling. “Of course. You’re almost done”? She motions to the sections of your hair.

You nod, “yup. Then I’m all yours.”

“You’re mine before and after that.”

You guys definitely *pretend* that you can sing together. You both sound horrible, but it’s the thought that counts.

She has a shrine dedicated to you in her room, I swear.

I’m talking polaroids all over the wall (including posters if you’re an athlete), any type of memorabilia of you she has there. I feel like she’d steal a pair of socks or something to add to it.

Road trips are the norm.

I absolutely adore the idea of Passenger Princess Nesh. The only problem is that she’s going to eat all of the snacks before you get any 🌚. She’s definitely reliable though, Inês would talk to you the whole time + make sure that you never miss an exit. You can excuse her excessive snacking, she needs her fuel.

You go to her orthodontist appointments with her.

I just feel like this would be really cute 😩 you don’t have to go, but you do and she loves it! You’ll pick out the colors for them and just sit in. I feel like there are chances a dental assistant will do something Inês doesn’t like, but you would notice and take up for her.

“Hey,” you say. “You’re hurting her, be a little more gentle.”

(my orthodontist literally stabbed me in my gums once like 🥲 OUCH)

Nesh is clingy and loves PDA.

She wants to hold hands, kiss you, play with your hair, keep her arm around your waist, anything. She’s touchy, but not in a bad or overly sexual way. She just likes physical touch!

You two could be lounging and she’ll put one of her legs in your lap just because. Bonus points if you give her a massage.

She’s honest if you have a not-so-bright idea.

“Okay, T.H.I.N.K. to yourself. Is it T, true? Or H, helpful? What about I, inspiring? N—“

Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Pairing:  Inês Bettencourt x Reader

Word count: 1194

Summary: Based on the request

My Masterlist :)

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It’s been three weeks since Inês  transferred to Gonzaga, and every day without her feels like an eternity. You try to keep busy with your own college life at UConn, but it’s hard to ignore the empty space beside you, both in your dorm room and in your heart. You can still remember how it felt when Inês was here, the way she always made time to be with you, despite her busy schedule.

Your texts and phone calls with Inês have become more precious than ever, but they’re not the same as having her right there. The first few days after her departure, you couldn’t help but feel a little lost. You’d always been so focused on her when she was around, making sure she had everything she needed, cheering her on at every game. Now, it felt like your world was a little quieter, a little less bright.

Tonight, you're lying on your bed, scrolling through pictures of the two of you together. There’s a picture of you and her laughing in the cafeteria, and another of her in her UConn jersey with her arm around you after a game. You press your fingers against the screen, wishing you could reach through and feel her next to you again.

Just as you set your phone down with a sigh, your phone buzzes. You pick it up, hoping for a message from Inês, and your heart skips a beat when you see her name.

Inês: “Hey, love. I miss you. I wish I could be there with you right now.”

You immediately respond, fingers flying over the keys.

You: “I miss you too. More than you can imagine. It’s been so hard without you here. UConn just isn’t the same without you on the court... and beside me.”

Inês: “I know… it feels weird being here without you. I’ve been keeping busy, but I just wish we could be together. I know things are different now, but I love you. So much. And I promise, I’m doing everything I can to make this work.”

You smile at her words, the warmth of her love radiating through your phone. But the reality of the situation still stings, and the silence after each message feels like it’s stretching on longer than it should.

You: “I’m so proud of you, you know that, right? I know you’ll do great things there. But god, it’s hard... waking up without you next to me, not seeing you on campus, not going to your games...”

Inês doesn’t reply for a while, and you wonder if she’s typing a long message or just taking a moment to think. When she does finally respond, it’s a simple text that makes your heart flutter.

Inês: “I’m coming to see you soon. I promise. It won’t be long now, I miss you so much. Let’s plan for something special when I get there, okay?”

Your heart races, the thought of seeing her again filling you with warmth.

You: “Yes. Yes, please. I can’t wait to hold you again.”

There’s a pause, and then you see Inês’s response.

Inês: “Me neither. Just a little longer, and I’ll be back in your arms. I love you.”

You: “I love you too. Always.”

You let out a sigh of relief, the ache in your chest easing slightly. The distance between you and Inês may be painful, but knowing she feels the same way helps make it bearable. You may not be together right now, but your love for each other is strong, and soon, you’ll be together again. And until then, you’ll cherish every message, every call, every moment you share.

The next few days drag on in a haze of longing and routine. You try to focus on schoolwork, but your thoughts constantly wander to Inês. Every time your phone buzzes, you hope it’s a message from her. The time difference makes it hard to sync up, and sometimes it feels like you’re barely catching a glimpse of her between her practices and your assignments.

You’re sitting at your desk, scrolling through a few last-minute notes for an upcoming exam, when your phone rings. You don’t even have to look at the screen to know it’s her. The ring tone you set specifically for Inês plays in your ears, and your heart leaps.

You: “Hey, beautiful.”

Inês: “Hey. How’s it going? Are you surviving finals week?”

You laugh softly, feeling a little better just hearing her voice.

You: “Barely. I miss you so much... but I’ll get through it. When are you coming again?”

Inês: “I told you, soon. Just a bit longer. I can’t wait to see you. But don’t stress, I’ll be there soon enough.”

The conversation continues for a while, but eventually, it winds down. You tell each other “I love you,” and hang up, still aching for the day when you don’t have to hang up at all.

You spend the rest of the evening in a quiet daze, imagining her being there with you, holding you, making everything feel okay. But as the night wears on, you remind yourself of her promise to visit soon. You text her again, excited but patient.

You: “Are you sure you’re coming soon? I keep dreaming about you being here and waking up feeling empty... I just want you here already.”

It’s late, so you don’t expect an immediate reply, but when your phone buzzes an hour later, you nearly drop it in surprise.

Inês: “Pack a bag, I’m in the lobby.”

Your heart stops for a beat, and then it starts to race faster than you can keep up. You immediately jump out of bed, throwing open the door to your dorm room to make sure everything is in order.

You: “What do you mean, you’re in the lobby? How?”

Inês: “I couldn’t wait any longer. I missed you too much. I’m here, baby. Open the door. I’m right outside.”

You rush to your door, your hands trembling with excitement. When you pull it open, there she is—standing there in a hoodie and jeans, her long hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. She grins at you, her eyes twinkling with mischief, and before you can say a word, she pulls you into a tight embrace.

You close your eyes, breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo, the warmth of her body, and the overwhelming sense of relief that floods through you.

Inês: “I told you I’d be here soon, didn’t I?”

You pull back slightly, looking at her with disbelief.

You: “You came early! I can’t believe you’re here.”

Inês: “I couldn’t wait. You’ve been so patient, but I missed you too much. And I promised you I’d come, so I did.”

Tears well up in your eyes as you realize she's not just your girlfriend—she’s your home, your heart, and she’s finally here, where she belongs.

You: “You’re really here. I’m never letting you go again.”

Inês laughs softly, wiping away a tear that had slipped down your cheek.

Inês: “Good, because I’m not going anywhere.”

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