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heyyyy! hope you’re doing well :)

i was wondering if you could write something about luka where he has a grumpy and sunshine sort of relationship with the reader + a little bit of an age gap, and he needs reassurance because he thinks the reader could be with someone ‘younger’ or ‘more handsome’?

thank you in advance, also i love your works, keep it up !!!

nikad nisi prestar!

pairing: luka modric x fem!reader

genre: angst to fluff

plot: your lovely husband- who just lost the world cup semi-final, doesnt think hes good enough for you- especially considering your two's age gap. he wants you to find a better, younger person but you wont let him- nonetheless when you love him too much!

extra: guys i havent posted in forever (so sorry for the impromptu hiatus pookies i missed yall </3) LMAOOAAOOO but guys the title is croatian (i used google translate sorry!!!!!!!) so yh also guys you are croatian by citzenship- it wont affect ur real race!!!!!111!!!!1 also js for the sake of the story she graduated early

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in 1995, croatia was nearing the end of their war for independence, yet it was also a year of importance to your and your family. it was the year you were going to be born! i mean, it was a beam of light in a... time of war...? life was going so ok for them in the city of zadar.

the l/n family often tried to give out as much as they can, like supplies, food, or money to the refuge hotels that were in the city. or if they were able to, they started hiding some people in their house from falling bombs whenever there was some. if not, ms. l/n would go deliver food to had went to go deliver some food to who needed it. a usual family of need would be at the hotel kolovare.

there stayed the modric family. whenever she came around, she often saw a little blonde boy, around ten years old, kicking a ball around while the dad watched. after some time, her and the father grew close, seeing how his wife had similar interests as she did. she also knew that the boy had a love for soccer, she didnt know his name though, surprisingly. today, she did her usual routine of dropping off bread for the family.

"oh stipe možeš li mi reći gdje ti je žena da ti ovo ostavim? prilično je težak…" (oh stipe can you tell me where your wife is so i can drop this off? it's quite heavy…)

"mogu joj ga dati ako želiš - trudnica ionako ne bi trebala nositi tako tešku stvar." (i can hand it to her if you'd like- a pregnant lady shouldnt be carrying such a heavy thing anyways.)

ms. l/n's eye gleamed with light from hearing she wouldn't have to carry that heavy basket of food anymore, the wrinkles around her eyes almost disappearing for a second as she thanked him heavily while he laughed it off. she soon turned to the small boy, talking to him in the meanwhile.

"kako se zoveš mali dječak?" (what's your name little boy?)

"luka."

"oh kako slatko ime, prikladno za preslatkog dječaka poput tebe! znaš da imam dolaznu kćer za tebe u slučaju." (oh what a fitting name for a cute boy like you! you know i have an incoming daughter for you- just in case.)

she let out a laugh at the sudden red blush on his face, pinching his cheek while trying to fit in the 'its just a joke' through her hearty laughs. soon, she retrived the basket and went back to her home.

august 29, 2012

after some time had passed, your family moved to the city split. far into your teenage years, you stayed in there by families request. its not like you had a choice to leave anyways, you were only 17, a while before you could leave, but you also didn't want to after all. so many memories of you living your life as normal as you can, having a normal share of teenage loves, heartbreaks, fake friendships, rebellious acts- you name it!

but you also had a small love for football, nothing too big of the sort, you were more of a swim girl anyways. your dad loved it though- i mean adored it. he often would talk to you about matches and their results, new players that were injured or got fouled. you liked his rants, but they'd get tiring at points. you often asked to just watch the games instead of hearing him babble about anything (in which he'd go very off-track and bring up the team he hated a lot)

to your surprise though, this regular game watch session was somewhat tearful for your dad. it was a real madrid match against barcelona, their biggest rival. from what you remembered, your dad didn't care for the two teams so why was he crying- especially around the 83rd minute.

'tata, are you ok?"

"yes yes i just- i'm sorry this is making me so happy i'm crying."

"what, over a football match? you didnt even cry this hard at my graduation."

"dijete."

you let out a small shudder at his firm tone, mumbling a sorry while not trying to let out a laugh.

"laugh if you'd like dijete, its that... you see that boy up there?" he says quietly while pointing to the tv.

"what about him?"

"we know him personally- during the war, before you were born, your mother would make bread and give it to his family. she even told him when he was ten that in the future, you two would date!" he let out a hearty laugh at the end, clutching his chest as he wheezed. "isn't that funny?"

"hes funny looking anyways... but how come i never met him?"

"oh we had moved remember? after you were born the war ended and we packed up and left to here- you wouldn't remember, you were a little baby. i'm happy to see him achieving his dream though."

after that, you thought he'd never be brought up again. not until 2015 where you saw him at christmas. your family managed to meet up with his again for a small reunion. by then four years had passed and you were now 20, living in a whole new country with a job you somewhat enjoyed while luka enjoyed his now well growing football career in madrid.

you didn't talk to him that much, saying a small hi when greeting and exchanging glances. it wasnt until you found him wandering around your house, looking at photos while eating some kifle. (its bread:P) you stared at him in confusion before he turned back and let a yelp at you in the darkness.

"je- why are you just in the dark?! you could've gave me a heart attack!"

"sorry i was just wondering what you were doing! i- how- why are you even here?"

"i- i dont know- i was looking for the restroom and ended up here."

"if you needed help you could've just asked my mom she would-"

"no! you know your mom better than i do and you know very well she would go on a ten minute long rant and i can't have that when i was going to piss myself on the spot-" he whined- slightly embarrassed.

"well did you go use it?"

"yes, now i dont know how to go back."

"i can show you-"

"yes please."

since then, the incident sparked a friendship between you two, even though he was a decade older than you.

december 13, 2022

now you two got together in early 2016- and being happy was an understatment. he made you so unbelievably giddy it was crazy. you didn't look happy- to be honest you always looked like you were having a bad day, and acted... somewhat blunt and sarcastic- but he loved that about you! its what made you... be you! so much he would marry you in 2019 and have two girls with you.

and now it was the world cup- the first world cup you'd go to as his wife and mother to his toddlers! so far croatia was doing beyond good, making it towards the semi-finals and you were the for every step, supporting him at every game and out of it. it wasnt untiil after the semi-finals between croatia and argentina where the streak of happiness came crashing down.

after the devestating 3-0 loss, you saw him face down on the hotel bed while the kids slept in the kids room. you nudged him as he groaned at you.

"not now y/n... i dont want to hear your remarks today..."

"lukita ljubav- i'm not trying to bug you..."

"go away..."

you let out a sigh as you turned him around to face you, seeing his tear stained face. you coo and awe, far from your cold exterior he usually saw while being bombarded by kisses and hugs.

"y/n please- let me wallow in my sha-"

"no."

he quickly turned his shocked face to look at you.

"why did your voice go so low? did- you're not possesed right..?"

"what? no- look its just a loss luka- you'll have more in-"

"the second lost though! i mean- i lost to france last year, now i lose to argentina? i can never- am i getting to old for this? i mean for soccer, for you, for the kids...? i'm 37, i should be retired- not in a sport with a bunch of good and new rookies- im outdated."

"you are not! luka you could beat those rookies any day!"

"then why could i today? and the last world cups final?"

god, he asked a good question...

"look, you are so good enough- you always are, to the point you played this long and still can play against them!"

"longetivity doesn't mean quality y/n- wouldn't you want to be with a newer... improved footballer? i'm nothing compared to these kids. i dont have abs like them, im certainly more injury prone, im not as handsome..."

"don't say that luka..."

"why did you marry me anyway? im just some geezer. youre 27, youre in your prime, but youre instead here tied down to me with two kids."

"if i didn't love you i would be tied down with two kids- but i am, because i want to. you've been here for the past five years luka... and those six years were beyond beautiful. i love you for you, even if you grow old with dementia- youre still my luka."

he looked up at you with a small smile, feeling a thumb wipe his cheek softly while slowly feeling his morale being lifted. god he was so thankful for you- and now he was ready for december 17, the third place play-off.

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nah but the fact liam payne died. like. ive been tearing up at the thought of it like

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Mbappe imagine where he confesses his feelings for you

no lies

pairing: kylian mbappe x reader

genre: fluff

plot: that damn guy who youve been crushing since childhood wont just… go away! 16 years and still no confession. maybe your other friends can do it?

extra: set around the 2018 world cup cus i want that sweet teenager love😔😔😔 very rushed and bad tho negl this not my best work LMAOOOO😭😭

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you sat on your bed- mindlessly scrolling through instagram while waiting for friends to come. of course they came over- they always do. today was special though. real special.

real special till you heard loud knocking- immediately getting up and running to open it.

“sadie…! and whos this?”

“___! i brought the food- youre ready right? oh yea and this liliana. shes gonna help me.”

“ok- come on come on!”

you three both ran in and immediately sat down on the pink rug that your parents living room donned. immediately leaning in and getting into the “zone.”

“so how do you know he likes you? he can just be overly friendly ___ you cant-”

“just hear me out sadie! look ive known him since i was 2 ok? and like maybe he thinks of me as a sister but listen! ever since that world cup hes like- hes been hinting!”

“hinting how ___?”

“hinting! uhm- like he would yknow… hes giving me his clothes to wear… wants to hang out more… he said im his type! like he… we jokingly argue but like he still comple-”

“the actual hints honey. what are they?”

“well… i remember one time during like… a get together i wore the wrong shoes and he gave me his… another time was like- he said he wanted to talk to me more but he couldnt and- sadie just help me stop asking!”

“ok! what you can do is like send a voice message and be like ‘i like you kylian- be my boyfriend?’”

“im not doing that sadie.”

“well be straightforward! guys like that.”

“but hes not any guy! hes kylian.”

“ok whatever. give me your phone.”

“what are you gonna do?”

“just give it to me ___!”

it was about an hour since sadie and liliana took your phone. they kept texting rapidly and whispering until sighing.

“he thinks your cute but thats it ___.”

“or maybe hes lying?” liliana said.

you looked at them two with a puzzled expression.

“you lied and said you two stole my phone?”

“well it worked didnt it?” liliana.

“but all he said is that he liked me lil. nothing else.”

“just wait ___. the time will come.”

and the time did come.

it was now nighttime and you checked your phone nonstop for a response till you heard knocking. you immediately got up and opened the door, thinking it was your mom till you saw kylian.

“ky? whats up?”

“do you like me ___? no lies- please.”

“what? what do you mean i- how- huh?”

you immediately tensed up and stumbled- pretending to not know.

“sadie and some other girl texted me on your phone saying it got stolen. they told me and stuff. do you really like me?”

“i… i do kylian. i always have.”

“why? i mean why me? your parents-”

“who cares kylian! your family loves mines and thats why we known eachother since like birth! who cares if my dad wants me to get with some like… important guy- youre more important than him!”

“but your whole family is at stake ___!”

“i dont care!”

“they could help you guys with finances and-”

“shut up kylian! do you like me or not! please!”

he soon got quiet and sighed; taking your hand in his.

“i do ___. and its kinda weird cause i grew up with you but i always did. even if you were with other people or i was dating. i was just scared.”

“why did you never tell me…?”

“i just said i was scared!”

“dont be!”

“i just confessed ___ we aren’t gonna argue about this.”

you smiled before kissing his cheek. hugging him tightly with a giggle. knowing that you two always argued about nothing was still there- even in this tense moment.

“i know that.”

“so what now?”

“youre my girlfriend now right?”

“well duh.”

“ok ___ thats enough.”

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well the Olympics just ended, but what do you think about a kylian mbappe scenario where he's dating someone who is an athlete who is competing in the Olympics

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pairing: kylian mbappe x fem!reader

genre: angst to fluff

plot: you always wanted to be the greatest- the girl who always wanted to be the best of the best- but when you finally get to prove yourself to the world in track- you failed miserably in your eyes…

extra: again for the sake of the story, reader was born in the us just so we have an idea of like what team she is and such (citizen ship wise yk actual ethnicity not specified) lowkey i had to make up some french players for the storyline😭😭😭

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august 3rd 2024 would be the death of you. the biggest day in your entire life and what you worked up to for… 4 years…? spending that time for a good 10 seconds of your life that meant too much.

something that would determine if you really what you thought you were.

you were going against huge names- your teammate sha’carri richardson who was the fastest woman in the world and the famous jamaican runners who were known for dominating that iconic red and white track.

and then there was just you- a girl who managed to pass through the trials and made the 2024 olympic team. crazy thing how the biggest celebrator of your accomplishment was your boyfriend though.

throwing a small party for you and everything because of making the team while usually its you celebrating him cause of well… hes probably becoming the best right now winning soccers biggest trophy at only 18, getting into probably one of the biggest- if not the hugest club in the world, and breaking records on records.

and you were over here competing against his national teams track team before finals on his countries on soil (which you hope he didnt take too personally)

you dont even really remember how you two met cause it was such a blur. it went by so fast!

“everyone knows that track is so much easier than football ky. its like… common knowledge! i mean come on- they just run around in circles for like… 20 seconds or whatever.”

“dont say that man… i mean if you tried it would you actually… complete it?”

“nah.”

“then why- ok dude.”

a then 19 year old kylian got up from the pitch he sat on. they currently were preparing for the upcoming world cup the year following and of course, an ambitious kylian wanted to touch that golden trophy.

he walked around the pitch and saw the players he seen every day just talking or laying down after a day of rough practice in that summer heat france was known for- other than pastries and such. he soon stopped by and went onto his phone in which one of his younger friends went up to him and did what kylian did.

“did you hear? about that united states team being in france right now.”

“what, what for?”

“some track tour or whatever- look.”

he soon shoved the phone in kylians hand which showed the news headline saying what he said.

“where are they training?”

“here dude!”

“what? here? they cant find somewhere else or…”

“no. theyre gonna be on the whole other side though so im guessing its fine man. i dont know.”

kylians eyebrow raised- sharing a centre with a track team? that doesnt make much sense.

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the day came where the track runners finally arrived and got to the field where they started condition. of course those two being the curious men they were- decided they wanted to go see the team. they constantly bickered on whether or not they should go- even with the reminder if they did and they got caught snooping- 250 push ups would be needed for about 2 days.

and they still went.

they saw the team and were somewhat disappointed on what they saw.

“wheres all the running? this is bullshit dude! i thought they would like- i dont know run cause theyre apparently the best or whatever… those damn americ-“

kylian immediately stopped him and went quiet.

“i hear someone man. shut up real quick.”

they nodded and turned around to see a girl in the track uniform standing and looking at them.

“who are you guys?”

that day was probably one of the greatest ever for kylian- meeting the love of his life cause he got caught snooping. now he watched her grow into a professional and is now running on the track to win a gold medal.

he sat in the crowd with a shirt of her face on it with a huge smile- waiting for the signal so the girls could start running

finally it rung out- and all you saw was 11 girls blasting off and running for their damn life for a 100m race. one of them being immediately spotted cause of her hair kylian helped choose out before she left.

she ran for her life- going ahead of nieta before running behind again- soon regaining speed and going back up.

8 seconds past by until 9 hit… then 10. finally someone hit first. and it wasnt ___… she still ran and got 3rd place. stopping as she crossed the finish line with a frown as tears welled up in her eyes.

‘bronze? i got bronze?’

kylian noticed- immediately keeping it in mind.

she walked out of the stadium after receiving that bronze medal- headphones in with a defeated look before getting tackled by kylian.

“amour! you did so good!”

“stop ky… im tired.”

“but its true! you did great- i mean bronze at your first olympics? who else can do that?”

“carri’ got silver on hers kylian! its her first too! i wanted gold not bronze- i worked too hard for just bronze!”

kylians face fell as he got quiet, immediately hugging her.

“you still did great amour- i don’t understand why you feel other wise. i get losing is hard but its inevitable! you need loses to win ___ trust me.”

“yea you say that cause you lost the world cup two years ago even though you won it already.”

“youre missing the point here.”

“sorry.”

“look all im saying is that you shouldnt be so hard on yourself cause you didnt get what you exactly wanted- you still ran- you still placed- be proud ___! you worked too hard for this.”

she looked at him with a small smile, finally taking in her win.

“do you want to wear it then?”

“yes- definitely.”

she laughed as she placed the medal around his neck- finding solace in this situation.

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luka modric

the final of 2018 p1 | p2 coming soon…

lionel messi

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cristiano ronaldo

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kylian mbappe

miss let down

no lies

pablo gavi

coming soon…

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the final of 2018 | part one

pairing: luka modric x reader

genre: fluff…?

plot: being on a mens soccer team was hard- but having to be in the world cup finals and play against her husband…?

extra: so for the sake of the story, reader was born in france (but yknow race isnt specified but yknow u got french residency😭😭)

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july 15, 2018 | 3rd person p.o.v

today was the 2018 world cup finals in russia. throughout the entirety of her career- she worked up to finally make it into the damn final, to taste what people said she'd never do, win the world cup.

yes, she is a woman who played on mens teams, she always did. people always said she had a talent that was undeniable- something she couldnt hide and was huge. something that marked her as the greatest woman player to grace the iconic green grass.

starting out in psg's mens team at age 18 in 2006, being the talk of the game because it was a girl on the mens team in 2007, who soon had went to croatia to play around with one of their teams. her trip there caused up in her meeting her future husband and father to her kids.

2007 | 3rd person p.o.v

when psg had decided to go on a tour around europe, they had went over to the balkan side where croatia resided. they had contacted dinamo zagreb, one of the major croatian teams to come over to paris as a "training help" of some sort.

they wanted to show what it was like to train like one of the most well known team- what its like to be on the bigger stage than what they were used to.

when they had arrived at their training facilities- they didnt expect to see a girl in the front of the field with the coaches and managers.

a girl was the player everyone was talking about in the soccer world? this famed player was a girl?

2007 | lukas p.o.v

she went around and shook everyones hand, introducing herself- i found out her name was ___- the captain of the team. i thought it was weird cause why are we training with the womens team?

wait... there's guys coming out instead of girls. is she the captain of the mens team?

"i forgot to mention- yes i play on the mens team- yes im the captain of it. i know this is extremely rare to see a girl- best be known a 19 year old girl be in this position but youre seeing it now."

i nod as she chuckled after her clarification. she was the girl everyone talked about... she was quite pretty too… maybe this wouldnt be bad?

present  | 3rd person p.o.v

people always doubted the girl who was on this level- spewing nonsense like she couldn't be compatible with the mens team- shes too weak and yet she probed them wrong every time. it was unheard of for a girl to do that- but it didnt  mean it was completely new.

what was new though- was dating your (well future)  teammate. throughout 2007 up to 2010, the pair of luka modric and ___ was the ultimate pair on the field and out of. they even went so far to get married in 2010 and two years later, soon their daughter had donned the modric-___ last name. after that, their twin boys in 2016 had also donned that name as well.

even though they went through the troubles of being teammates then rivals while being lovers out of the game- they thought they were used to it. used to the times when ever luka had scored- shed come up running to him- jumping onto his back and giving him a huge kiss on the cheek.

used to the times hed yell from excitement as she did the slide trick- the trick where shed kick the ball under some player and immediately slide between them and score that goal the team desperately needed.

used to the times where hed immediately hug her after every goal she did- kissing her forehead as the crowd roared from the stands. they were used to working and against together on the field.

but it was never at this level. despite cheering on eachother and their team to win the world cup- saying they'd support either one no matter who won it- they never thought theyd get it to the point where they were against eachother on the world cup final.

the country who hasnt won at all and was only 27 years old, and the team who won the 1998 world cup.

three minutes before kick off | ___ p.o.v

i looked around the filled stadium- the atmosphere had never failed to impress me. the cheers, lights, overall pride was just... beautiful... the chance of your country winning... the people who believe you will take them to the top... its just... beautiful...

i soon saw kylian walking up to me- placing his hand on my shoulder as i put mines on top of his- looking at him with a smile.

"if we win... then... what...?"

"we have the best time of our lives, ___. youll be the best of the best- if your husband isnt already 'great' enough."

i let out a tiny laugh- soon looking at the stands to find my kids, adeliene, matteo, and santiago. i wonder how hard it is for them to support your parents when both of them are going against eachother.

i sighed as we got into the lines when they played the national anthems. i sung mines with pride as the other team did with theirs. i soon look around my body to check if anything was out of place- my eyes immediately glancing to my arm with the captains band around it.

i reluctantly walked out of the line with my countries flag to the front of the field to exchange the banners. i wait and see luka walk up with the red, blue, and white flag that had donned the crest in the middle.

i smile before shaking his hand and exchanging the flags- quickly pecking his cheek before whispering.

"good luck mon amour..."

"good luck to you moja ljubav..."

i nod before walking back to my spot- feeling more guilty now that there's a chance that i might steal my husbands dream of winning the world cup.

before i knew it- kickoff was going to start in a few seconds. i immediately got to my spot as a midfielder- yet tried to find my husband on the other side of the field. i did- and blew him a kiss- one he grabbed and took with a smile.

i soon thought about our conversation from before- what would- could- happen.

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she sat on the hotel room- looking up at her husband with a conflicted face as he looked outside.

"amour...? how do you feel...?"

"... confused... guilty...”

"lukita look at me, please."

she watched as he slowly turned to look at her- his face filled with worry and dread. this wasnt the first time he went to the world cup final- yet this was worser than the one before. she soon got up and cupped his face- kissing his nose.

"baby... i know its hard for the both of us- we both want to win... i know amor..."

"but i dont want to go against you- its so hard to have to be your rival- to pretend we hate eachother whenever youre on the opposite team when i love you with my whole heart and soul- i cant do it on the other cups level... draga... i cant do it on the world cup level... i just cant..."

"i know but... one of us is gonna win... we have to do it whether you like it or dont. baby, if you win, ill be so glad, so happy you finally get what you deserve, something you always worked for...”

"but you... you deserve it more than i do... i want it but-"

"no buts... baby you deserve it... and if i manage to win, i swear ill dedicate every goal to you- every damn goal. it doesnt matter who wins, we still love eachother very much. we'll forever be lm10 and __5... forever...

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i write for pablo gavi, joao felix, lionel messi, cristiano ronaldo, kylian mbappe, luka modric, memo ochoa, kai havertz, carlos acevedo, sergios ramos, and more (i forgot💀)

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