#french national team

[p8dri]

ｂｌｏｎｄ, kylian mbappé

summary — breaking up with somebody you know you’ll always love, no matter what, is hard, but what’s worse is the memories that come with the breakup. only question is, are you able to rekindle what you once had? ( wc — 3.2k )

genre. sad? angst & fluff ig ! parings. mbappé x fem!reader ! tropes. breakup & makeup, flashback blond!kylian ! warnings. cursing, google translated french ! a/n was listening to frank ocean and decided to write this, requests are open, enjoy <3 PLAY MUSIC

AUGUST 28TH 2022 — LET GO. the breakup

going through life, you forever questioned the “ what if? ” such a small question can pack such a great punch. nothing is ever for sure, sooner or later all things come to their untimely end.

what does it mean, though?

what if?

there is no specific meaning, the question can be used in so many different situations, for so many different purposes and intents.

but standing in front of the man you love, you were sure that your ‘what if’ question held a punch able to knock the wind out of somebody.

“ what if we.. went on a break? ”

kylian mbappé, football superstar, the kid with the world at his feet. that same french hero, your boyfriend.

the problem with a boy practically carrying a countries football legacy on his shoulders is that it becomes his main focus. there’s no time for a relationship when you’re so occupied with striving to win your country another world cup.

breaking up with kylian was something you so deeply dreaded, because it’s undeniable that you still love him. but right now, kylian’s love was in the game, not you.

“ [Y/N], de quoi parles-tu? une pause? i don’t understand. ” ( what are you talking about? a break? )

hearing kylian stumble over his words only managed to break your heart even more. standing in front of the one person you loved, looking him straight in the eyes and telling him that you wanted time away from him hurt you more than anything you’ve ever experienced.

while you were doing this for yourself, you were also doing it for kylian. you would never want to make him feel bad or be a shitty girlfriend due to the way you would act with him during those few moments you had with him, the only reason for your foul mood knowing that the two of you would go maybe a week without talking again.

kylian hadn’t noticed how he was making you feel, and you understood. this upcoming world cup was huge for him and he needed his head in the game, solely on the game. your breakup would hurt him, sure, it was inevitable, considering he loved you just as much as you loved him, but he’d find a way to push through it. he was strong like that and that’s what you admired the most about him.

“ i mean we should take some time away from each other. ”

“ you’re breaking up with me. ” putting it like that made you feel even more like shit as you kissed your teeth, your frown bringing down almost every feature on your face. “ why, mon amour? have i done something? ” ( my love )

“ no kylian, of course not. ” you lied, your heart aching as you looked at the man in front of you, “ it’s just you’re busy, i’m busy, we barley see each other, i think this would be best. ”

furrowing his brows, kylian replied, “ is that why? [Y/N] i can make time for you, we don’t have to break up over it. ”

knowing kylian for so long, you knew he wouldn’t get it. which is why you knew breaking up with him would most likely make you look like an unreasonable bitch to him, but you had to go through with it. still, you hoped the two of you would be able to come together again maybe after the world cup when he wasn’t so distracted and distant.

“ kylian, it’s not that. we just need time away from each other. ”

letting out a scoff, kylian looked down at you unsure of whether or not you were being serious, you breaking up with him seemed so sudden and out of nowhere. looking down with a questioning look that spoke ‘are you serious?’ you nodded, your lip quivering and waterlines becoming evidently wet.

clenching his jaw, he nodded his head a few times all while staring at you and your hurt expression, but kylian just didn’t understand. you were obviously hurt by deciding to break up with him, so why were you doing it? had he done something terribly wrong that he hadn’t realized? why?

with puckered lips and a tight jaw, kylian turned around , grabbing his car keys and slamming the front door shut, all without a glance behind him. which was beneficial, because he wasn’t there to see you completely fall apart.

DECEMBER 4TH 2018 — THIS LOVE. before

“ blond, vraiment? ” ( blond, really? )

“ oui, je pense que j'aurais l'air bien, non? ” ( yes, I think I would look good, right? )

teasingly, you stepped back from the bathroom counter and looked from behind kylian’s large stature, giving him a once over through the mirror in front of the two of you, as if you were genuinely deciding whether or not he would look good. of course you knew no matter what color he made his hair he would continue to be overly attractive, but bruising his ego a little wasn’t out of the jurisdiction.

kylian put his hand on his bare chest as if he had been offended, his mouth slightly agape, causing you to giggle from behind him, your hands clutching on to his strong forearm while watching his reaction in the mirror.

in a second, kylian had turned around, grabbed you by your biceps and picked you up, causing a squeal to leave your throat as he turned you back towards the counter and sat you on it, the cold marble material meeting your bare thighs.

the two of you had woken up not even twenty minutes ago, kylian in boxers and you a nice lingerie set, immediately heading to the bathroom to brush your teeth when kylian had suddenly decided that he wanted to go blond.

sat on the counter, you were finally level with kylian, not having to break your neck to look up at him and finally being eye to eye with him.

“ bien sûr, tu aurais l'air bien, bébé. ” ( of course you’d look good, baby ) you giggled, putting your cold hands on his warm cheeks and pulling him in for a little kiss before pulling back and observing his hair, “ i still have leftover dye from that time neymar tried to bleach his hair here, we could use that? ”

with a nod kylian replied, “ where is it? ” a little shocked, your eyes widened, talk about an impulsive decision.

“ you want to dye it right now? ” again, kylian gave a small nod in response, “ alright, move. ”

kylian took a step back away from the counter, giving you enough room to jump off of it and crouch to be level with the sink cabinet. opening it up, you were met with little toiletries here and there. spotting the leftover box of hair dye, you grabbed it, placing it on the counter above your head along with a tiny hair dying mixing bowl, a brush, and gloves.

standing up and shutting the cabinet doors with your foot, you turned around to look at kylian who had a huge grin on his face. “ you’re sure you want to do this? ”

immediately kylian nodded and walked past you to sit down on the closed toilet seat, grabbing his phone from the sink counter beside him and diluting his attention to his instagram feed, relying on you to begin dyeing his hair and do a good job of it.

you’d only dyed hair once or twice, both times being neymar’s as you and kylian were close friends with him, still you were scared, you didn’t want to fuck it up so bad that kylian went bald or something.

still you put on the transparent gloves, removed the dye from its box and followed the directions on the side until you were met with the correct consistency.

kylian sat completely still as you used the brush to apply the dye to his dark hair, his focus still on his phone.

“ it kinda burns. ” he muttered, his face pouting a bit.

“ deal with it. ” you giggled, causing kylian to roll his eyes and smile.

“ feel the water, is it too hot? ”

placing his hand underneath the stream of water coming from the shower spout, kylian shook his head ‘no’ before getting on his knees and placing his head underneath the running water, clenching his eyes shut to avoid any of the toxic substance getting in them. behind him you ran your hands through his hair under the water, attempting to get the majority of the leftover dye out.

after a few minutes, with the water being completely clear, you felt you had gotten it all out as you turned off the water and grabbed the towel from beside you, running it over kylians hair as he stayed kneeled over the tub. once satisfied, you kept towel laying on his head and ushered him up, which he instantly did, groaning at the slight ache in his knees.

with a roll of your eyes and a small smile, you grabbed his biceps and led him to the bathroom mirror, where he was met with the reflection of him and you and the towel covering his new hair.

“ ready.. ” a simple shake of the head was the only answer you needed as you got on your tippy toes and removed the towel from his head in one slick motion, reveling his new hair.

“ it’s not blond blond, more white, but i like it. ” you spoke with a smile, admiring your boyfriend in the mirror.

kylian was in total shock. he’d never really done anything to his hair, always kept it that dark brown, but looking himself now, he fell in love. which sounded very egotistical on the outside, but still.

turning to his left and averting his vision down to you, who was still admiring him in the mirror, he grabbed your cheeks and pulled you into a kiss once again, his eyes closed shut in absolute adore. this one longer and more fierce than the one you had shared earlier.

pulling back a bit, he spoke, “ i love it and i love you. ”

with a giggle you looked up into his eyes and, unavoidably, at his new hair, a large smile spreading across your face as he pulled you in for another kiss.

DECEMBER 20TH 2022 — GODSPEED. after

it has been roughly four months since you had broken up with kylian, since then, no contact has passed between the two of you. lately, you have just been watching his life unfold on instagram.

the world cup had just ended two days ago, the final being france vs argentina and unfortunately, argentina were the ones to take the trophy and glory home.

you had watched every world cup game that france played, just being able to see kylian do what he loved sending a saddening yet proud warmth throughout your body.

watching france loose was what destroyed you, knowing that kylian had put so much of his time and hard work to try and win it for his county and having failed, broke your heart.

of course, kylian hadn’t cried, but kept that same monotone face, displaying how disappointed he was in himself. with three goals in the final, kylian had one the golden boot, the whole little ‘award ceremony’ he didn’t break a smile once.

what made it worse was that his birthday was only two days away, currently today. not only had he lost the most important thing in his football career only two days prior, but he’d also lost the most important person in his life only four months prior.

the striker certainly didn’t feel as if anything was going in his favor as he sat at a fancy restaurant table with some of his french teammates and family as they sung ‘happy birthday.’

“ joyeux anniversaire à vous! ” ( happy birthday to you! ) cameras from almost all angles got the shot of kylian blowing out his 24 birthday candles.

even as people cheered and clapped, kylian couldn’t feel happy. he wished you were there with him, helping him blow out the candles like you did every year, your head leaning on his shoulder as you told him how proud you were of him and that you loved him.

the vibration from his back pocket immediately made him grab the device and open the screen to his notifications, only to be met with utter disappointment. he had wished you would say happy birthday, but he also knew that you didn’t have to, that you had no right to.

kylian had come to the realization of how poorly he was treating you, but unfortunately too late. by then you two had been well been broken up for over a month and he felt like such a prick for making you feel so unimportant and belittled, he felt even more like shit due to the fact he hadn’t realized sooner.

that’s why he hadn’t attempted to reach out as well, he felt as if he didn’t deserve you, but that didn’t make him love you any less.

scrolling through his messages, he saved a photo sent from antoine griezmann of him blowing out his candles and posted it to his instagram, but not before noticing all the kind messages fans had sent him, managing for him to express a small smile.

after titling the post, “ 24 🎉🎂 merci à tous pour vos messages. 🥰 ” ( thanks everyone for your messages. ) he placed his phone on do not disturb and shut the device off, placing it on the table with the screen facing the fancy cloth as he at least tried to enjoy his birthday.

as you scrolled through your instagram, laying in bed with nothing to do with it being so late, you refreshed your feed, only to be met with kylian’s birthday post.

a frown was immediately etched on your face as you read the caption and examined the picture, his expression, outfit, the cake, anything and everything. which only caused you to reminisce the times you had spent with kylian on his birthday, your heart aching in your chest.

without a single thought, you exited the instagram app and opened messages, heading to kylian’s contact which was still pinned, your last conversation still available, a little exchange of “love you’s.” with that, you wrote out a message.

[22.34] y/n <3: happy birthday, kylian. i know it’s been a while since we’ve talked, but i hope you’re doing well and i hope you experience 24 with great laughs and endless smiles. i will always love you, there’s no changing that. i wish you all the best in life, any obstacles that come your way — you’ll beat, because that’s how you are. still, ill always be there for you.

with your thumb hovering over the blue send button, you hesitated. rereading the message over and over again, analyzing every sentence and determining whether or not it was too ‘extra’ or crossing a line. deciding to just fuck it, you sent the message, turning off your phone and throwing it on the pillow beside you as you let out a long breath. everything you had wrote was from a place of vulnerability and you hoped kylian saw it as nothing more than honesty and true feelings, other than a lame way to reach out after you had broken up, even though it kinda felt like it was.

after a not so eventful birthday party, kylian twisted the keys to his apartment and opened his door, only to be met with the cold temperature and dark room in front of him.

in that moment all he could think about was the way you would jump into his arms the second he opened the door after every single practice. he missed you, everything about you. your smell, your jokes, your laughs, your simple presence.

sighing, he walked into the hall, closed the door behind him and locked it. heading to the living room of his apartment, he threw his keys on the couch and sat down beside them, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as the windows on his right brought in a breeze and a beautiful view of the center of paris. the sounds of cars and people walking down the street sounded throughout his flat.

the specialized ringtone he had specifically set for you is what caused him to jump up and open his phone, clicking on the notification from you and reading the message.

his heart broke.

reading the message several times and processing the words differently and better each time, he didn’t know how to reply, or if he even had the right to.

he could practically sense your pain through the words on his screen and replying back with a smile ‘thank you’ didn’t feel right, or yet enough.

so, he did something irrational. he grabbed his keys, left his apartment, caught a cab and told the only address he could think of, yours.

you were still in bed, attempting to fall asleep in nothing but the darkness surrounding you when a knock sounded at your apartment door.

a groan left your lips as you sat up and tiredly slung your legs over the side of the mattress. only wearing a pair of a matching tank top and short pajama shorts, you really hoped it wasn’t someone important as you opened the door.

it took you a few seconds to adjust the hallway lights, but once you opened your eyes, you swore you were dreaming.

“ kylian- ”

before you could even process that your ex boyfriend was standing in front of you, you were brought into his warm embrace as he held you close to his chest.

with your head hovering over his heart, you were able to hear the fast beating as he clung onto you. for a few seconds, you were too surprised to actually hug him back, but soon you melted into his touch and wrapped your arms around him.

after a few minuets of you two just hugging, you realized nothing was going to chnage unless you spoke up, “ kylian. ” you pulled back a little as his arms fell from your body and to his sides, “ why are you here? ”

“ because i love you and i was stupid. ” his words were full of honesty as he looked down at you with the most sincere look you think you’ve ever seen from him, “ i treated you like shit and i was too ignorant to notice and i’m so so sorry [Y/N]. your message, it was my wake up call. i should’ve come here sooner, but i was scared, scared you would hate me. ”

“ i could never hate you. ” your voice was on the edge of a whisper as you looked up at the man you loved.

“ good, because i could never not love you. ” with that, he pulled you in for a kiss and it felt like you were exactly where you were supposed to be with the person you were destined to love for the rest of your life. that familiar warmth spreading all the way from your dizzied head to your toes as you stood on them to melt into the kiss more.

you would always love kylian, till the time you die.

[a-moment-captured]

This is why he is loved by so many! 🖤🤍

[pavardscherie]

Jealous benji , fucking out the bratiness of y/n

look at you, benjamin pavard

pairing benjamin pavard & female

summary she keeps commenting about how good his teammates looked at a birthday party, and benji takes her straight to the bathroom to fuck it out of her.

warnings 18+ required, sexual content, hand around throat, little blood mentioning

izzy talks.

just saying, imagine that man railing you, destroying you completely for saying that one of his teammates is actually good looking. i’m down for it, i volunteer.

my smut writing is still a little bit odd? idk, i’m still trying my best to write a good smut scene. hope this one is kind of alright.

whiskey glass tightly in his grip, the calloused fingertips pressing strongly against the thick material. an expensive sip of bourbon awaited to be drowned, the taste creating a sudden, burning feeling in the throat while swallowing. yet, benjamin slowly swung the drink in circles, eyes glued to the woman who held a conversation with two of his teammates.

he wasn’t the jealous type, until she decided to push the buttons, he didn’t know he had. oh, joshua looks really nice tonight. i couldn’t imagine him in a suit. she informed benjamin an hour ago, before disappearing in the crowd and finding the exact person for a conversation. she was playing with fire, close to being burned by the unhealthy mixture of anger and jealousy in pavard‘s stomach.

yet, he didn’t stop her. slipping out of his tight grasp on her ways, she reminded him that she loved to ignore the warnings, he whispered in her ear. „stop flirting with my mates.“ fingertips dug into her left hip, pushing her backside closer to his chest. he wasn’t hurting her, still, he knew he would leave marks. a reminder that she belonged to him; and none other. „i don’t understand your problem, benji.“ she pouted, wiggling against his tight grip, she pressed herself against his crotch for an advantage to escape.

„i swear, if you don’t stop, i won’t make any promises anymore.“ benjamin hissed, the warm breath fanning over her exposed neck. she always knew which buttons she had to push to change the moods. but pavard could not forget about the multiple comments about his teammates. „you’re hesitating. maybe i should get back to another one your teammates. maybe they will fuck me good.“ she provoked the already, dangerous mixture of emotions in the pit of his stomach. the bratiness in her words, and the tones of fake annoyance.

„you’ll badly regret that attitude.“ teeth grazed over his chewed-up bottom lip and he quickly drowned the bourbon for another boost of confidence. fleshy fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist, benjamin pulled his girlfriend towards the staircase. "benji, what the fuck? where are you going?" she tried to free her wrist from his painful grip, but benjamin was stronger. she knew that. "to teach you a lesson." the head tilted to the side, his answer was carelessly spoken over the shoulder and louder than needed. a gaze did not follow them, the teammates too occupied with their current conversation and the booze of the alcohol.

at the top of the staircase, benjamin entered the first room on the right. a large guest bathroom, which looked way more expensive than the usual ones. manual truly earned enough money, to have at least two houses or even three.

closing the door behind them, pavard immediately locked it. he did not need his teammates to see the anger awoken inside of him. running the sweaty palms across the face, the centre back walked closer to his girlfriend. back turned to the football player, she admired the ornaments around the mirror and took a sip from the red wine glass, she carried with her.

benjamin‘s hands rested on her waist, pushing her forwards and harshly against the counter beside the sink. a surprised gasp coaxed out, she furrowed the brows. turning around wasn’t an option, she was trapped between pavard‘s towering figure and the counter. the only way to see him was through the reflection in the mirror. yet, benjamin didn’t glance at her while hiking the hem of her dress up.

the red, lacy thong disappeared between her round ass cheeks, the color a beautiful contrast to her skin. a groan slipped out of his mouth at the delicious sight. running the palm over the curves, benjamin glanced at the mirror. she had the lids closed, bathing in the sensation of his sensitive touch. mischief tugged on the corner of his mouth, a smirk spreading over the face.

drawing his hand back, he slapped her the right check with a small amount of force. yelping in surprise, she tried to stand up. angered by the actions, she desired to question the intentions. but benjamin thought faster. a hand sprawled out on the small of her back, he pushed against her and held her in the position. „don’t.“ benjamin growled, repeating the slapping to her left cheeks. small red dots formed on her skin, a light reminder of what happened behind closed doors.

„what’s your problem?“ she protested, feeling the stinging in both cheeks. throughout the months, benjamin has been always gentle, never left marks on other places than her hips. but this was different, it was much rougher. „i’m fucking out that attitude.“

he wasn’t looking at her anymore, his eyes focused on her ass. calloused fingers spread the cheeks, and pulled the thin underwear to the side. a small spot drenched in arousal proved that she enjoyed the roughness more than she admitted. dipping his fingers lower, the wetness pooled between her clenched legs and welcomed his touch. „benjamin, stop. they could hear us!“ she tried to protest again, but met the deaf ears of her boyfriend.

„not like you cared when you wanted to seduce kimmich.“ benjamin chuckled deeply, the long fingers running over her clit. seconds of touch was enough to turn her into a whimpering, needy mess. leaning forward, his chest pressed against her back, he repeated the movement of his fingers. slowly stroking over her clit. "no, mon amour. you don't deserve the easy way out of this."

the muttered words were almost a threat, a warning about what he has planned as a punishment. bliss melted from her face, leaving behind a somber fear of what awaited her. "benjamin.." she trailed off, the words heavy but the tone extremely gentle. shaking his head, the mischievous glint in the deep brown of his eyes drove her absolutely wild. she could feel a warm jolt of desire, burning in her core, underneath the traces of his fingertips.

leaning back in position, benjamin's hands retreated from her figure for merely seconds to open the zipper. pants and briefs pulled down slightly - only enough to free his erection from the fabric prison. „that fucking bratiness..“ benjamin growled, not wasting another second and pushing his dick into her wet hole. pleasure infiltrated by the pain of being stretched out all at once, without feeling his scissoring finger. a deep moan trembled out of her parted lips, the lids closed to bath in the moment of bliss.

one hand placed on her waist, his left hand brushed the long strands over her shoulder. calloused fingers snug around her neck, wrapping around her throat. tightly, but not enough to decline the breathing. „punishment.“ the football player muttered, drawing his hips back until only the reddened tip was left inside of her. before she had a chance to react, benjamin‘s hips collided with her marked ass in a hard and deep thrust.

balls smacked against her clit, the arousal dropped down the insides of her thighs. she did not want to enjoy the punishment. but resistance was an unexisting word with her lover‘s dick deep inside of her. rough always became their escape route to the usual, romantic and slow hours in bed. she couldn’t complain, he always made her feel like swaying in heaven. the sound of skin hitting against one each others flooded and echoed through the tiled bathroom.

benjamin‘s thrusts were perfectly angled, hitting her g-spot over and over again. the bottom lip captured between his teeth, his darkened orbs focused on the way his dick easily slipped in and out of her warmth. swallowing the deep groans, the erotic sight caused a difficulty to keep a steady rhythm.

still, he never came before her. benjamin needed the intense pulsating around his cock, her walls holding him tightly inside of her and milking the cum.

his thrust were hard, pressing her hip bones stronger against the marble counter with each movement. blue marks would be left as a reminder around her stomach.

a loud, breathy moan left her mouth as benjamin pulled her chest towards him, arching her back. a position to reach deeper spots. a chance to increase the roughness of his thrusts. „you’re so beautiful when you’re fucked out.” face nuzzled into the mess of hair, the groans were silenced by the thickness of the strands. glancing at the mirror, he applied more pressure on her throat. “look at you.”

lids opened to follow the demands, the pupils dilated as a tear rolled down her cheek. a trail of mascara left on her red-tinted skin, the water gathered in the corners of her eyes. lipstick faded on her bottom lips, a reminder of how often her teeth chewed on the soft skin to keep quiet. “will you be a good girl for the rest of the night?” he muttered, punctuating his question with a particular hard thrust.

she whimpered, the quivering bottom lip pushed out. trapped between bliss and pain, she drifted deeply into the pleasure. hands holding on to the counter, the glass already laid on the floor. red wine left stains on the beige carpet, and she knew, manuel would question the origin. “i said, will you be a good girl for the rest of the night?” benjamin stopped his thrust, squeezing her windpipe tighter for barely a second.

“y-yes.” she coaxed out, and benjamin’s hand immediately loosened to allow the inhaling and exhaling again. after all, he didn’t want her to faint from the lack of oxygen. “then be a good girl, and cum for me.”

she did not recognize if the pace of his hips increased to a godly speed, or if his whispered demands ignited another burning sensation in the pit of her stomach. a familiar tingling, a sensation that made her legs tremble from the intensity. head fell forward, the lids closed and the mouth widely open. moans, loud and quiet ones, in different octaves left her throat, the waves of bliss washing over her. “benjamin.” she repeated over again between the labored breaths.

her walls fluttered around his dick, tightly wrapping him up with warmth and pushing him into the bliss of his own orgasm. whimpers and whines filled the bathroom. but benjamin’s sounds were simple, a deep growl and muttered ‘fucks’ as he painted the insides of her pussy in a milky white.

heavy and warm breaths mixed in the thick air around them, the hasty breaths floated as the only leftover sounds through the bathroom. a dark apple-red covered the span of her cheeks, mascara smeared around the eyes from the intensity of emotions. taking a step back from the heat of her soft skin, benjamin pulled himself out of her and tugged his dick away. arousal flooded down the insides of her thigh, mixed with the white spurts of him.

calloused fingertips stroke over her leg, the reminder of their orgasms carefully wiped away. but he wasn’t going to waste it, as his long digits found the still stretched out pussy, and pushed the remains back inside before placing the thin lace panties over her clit and between her ass cheeks again.

“better not waste any of the precious stuff.”

[mattysmarvel]

HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO THEEEEE GIMBAPPE PICTURES !!!!!!

[7kylian]

[cn-417]

my man my man my man my man

[kylianmbappee]

My morning Routine

[lenaswritingandstuff]

Birthday gift to support boo at the stadium in the future ☺

[mountinez]

i just can't stop thinking about giroud/mbappé. y'all im going insane!!!

[ts1mp0ne]

Kylian Mbappe arriving for international duties😌

[designingmonkey]

France v Argentina..

France wants this. They are in a tear and really want a repeat but Argentina has Messi and he needs this win or may not be welcomed back.

I don’t want them to win but I think they will. The pressure on Lewandoski,Modric and Ronaldo is right but the pressure on Messi is borderline insane. It’s unfair, he is not Maradona. He’ll never be Maradona. It’s like expecting Hamilton to be Senna. It’s wrong and frankly if he fails to bring the cup home he should just not go back home

[amstramgramcolegram]

It’s been a month 🥹🥹

[pavardscherie]

Can you write for Jules kounde where y/n is on the girls Real Madrid team and they get into a argument because he wants to support barca female team since it’s his team as well so she tells him just to not go at all and he ends up going and he’s wearing her jersey and she dedicates a goal to him? (This is weirdly specific💀)

Anyways stay safe <3

switching jersey, jules kounde

⤷ pairing: jules kounde x female reader ⤷ summary: you have an important match against the female barca team, and jules is completely on the wrong side. after an argument, you don't expect him to even come to your match and support you, but things change quickly.

⤷ izzy's talk: come in and be as specific as possible haha. it only takes longer for me to write because i try to make it as close as possible so it's not the open-minded writing haha. hope you like it!

⤷ requests are open.

hate was such a strong word, and it combined the entirety of bad feelings for someone. but you didn't hate jules for the decision and statements he made. you just could not understand how easy it was to decline you the support you needed. barcelona was his team, no matter if female or male. and it was somewhere understandable that he chose them over your team if he would not be in a relationship with you.

you went to his games, wearing his jersey, and letting the fans in the stands see to whom you belonged. yet, he refused to do the exact same thing for you. it made you furious, the anger bubbled in the pit of your stomach. for merely a second, you even regretted how often you bought a ticket to a game, and surprised him. hidden between the fans, wearing his jersey and waving wildly when he came close enough.

but there was no time left to think about what happened, the referee already walked onto the pitch, accompanied by his three assistants for the important match. it pained you deeply, the misunderstanding between jules and you, and the lack of support, you were allowed to feel. but as the most important striker on the team, you couldn't lose your head. you had to focus on the enemy team, on scoring a goal, and winning the fifth game in a row.

the private life, your relationship, it had to vanish for at least ninety minutes. unnecessary problems had to disappear to assure your excellence was on the pitch. but the first half passed way too quickly. mostly tackled by the enemies, the last chance to keep you away from scoring a goal.

barcelona was the greatest enemy of real madrid. they occupied the first place in the chart currently, and you desperately wanted to change the spots with them. second was good, but not the perfect place. the team you were surrounded with found a better way into the second half. as soon as the referee blew the whistle, the midfielders captured the ball and pushed the barcelona females back into the defense line. to win the game ultimately, you needed at least one goal. two would make it a clear statement. anything above that would be hilarious but also, closed the gap between the first and second place quicker.

twenty minutes into the second half, the right defense players kicked the ball across the midfield, and it fell perfectly into your run. outplaying one, and then a second defensive player, it was you against the goalkeeper. close to the right post, you decided to try for the far post and kicked the ball with the inner surface of your shoe.

the ball flew through the air, bouncing once before the goalline, and jumping straight into the net. the lead goal was scored in the seventy-first minute by you, closing the gap between the two spots in the chart and only being one point behind Barcelona. running towards the corner where the fans already waved their flags, jumped up and down and shouted your name, you raised your arms in the air.

with a wide smile spread across your face, your eyes still skimmed the stands filled with fans in real madrid jersey's for the one familiar face. the features, you could remember with your eyes closed, and the curve of the lips, you loved so dearly.

disappointed filled your empty stomach, the familiar face didn't appear in the crowds. you knew, jules said he wouldn't attend the game because it would be against part of his. it felt like a betrayal to him, but in the end, he chose to betray you. letting your arms fall to the sides, your teammates reached your spot in the corners and jumped on your back. engulfed in a tight hug, you forced yourself to keep the smile on your lips while your squinted gaze hasn't given up on jules yet.

and how lucky you were that your orbs decided against the sadness, and never stop searching. a plastic cup in one of his hands, jules jogged down the stairs in a hurry. the goal happened exactly in the moment when he decided to get a drink. the tightened throat felt dry after shouting your name multiple times, and singing the songs with the real madrid fans. the circle around you dissolved, the team scattered across the field and onto their positions once again to play out the rest of the second half.

yet, you stay for a couple of seconds longer, the corners of your mouth curled further upwards. a smile that glistened with satisfaction and happiness at the sight of him, wearing the all-too-familiar colors of real madrid. turning on the staircase, your name was written in capital letters on his back, and you couldn't help yourself but giggle about it.

slowly talking backward after the barcelona fans already started shouting for you to stop wasting time, you raised your arms and created a heart with your hands towards jules. the goal, you scored a minute ago, was for him. it has always been for him, even if he would have decided against coming to the match.

fortunately, jules changed his mind. decided against being for Barcelona because he played at the same club. nothing mattered more than the kind of bond, he shared with you. and his attendance increased your will to reach the top of the table, just like he and his teammates currently did.

the eagerness of your movements, the gestures of your arms and hands, infected your teammates and the ball came flying forward much more often than attempting to dribble against one of the barcelona females. the clock hit the eighty-eight minute, almost reaching the final whistle of the game, when another perfect ball was played towards you.

running with the ball attached to your foot, you dribbled against the same two defensive players, you outplayed for the first goal. and it happened for a second time. they could not stop you, and neither could the goalkeeper when the ball hit the bar on the inside and flew into the goal. a second time.

immediately, you ran towards the corners, searching for the familiar face of jules, and finding him within seconds. he fought his way towards the front of the crowd, the plastic cup still in his hand but other liquids poured across the jersey from the celebrating people behind him. leaving the pitch, which would result in a booking, you jumped to at least give your boyfriend a successful high-five for the perfect goal scored.

"this one was for you, only you!" you shouted over the loud music, and the screams of the fans. pointing the fingers of your left hand at him, you used your other to send a kiss straight his way. jules watched it in the middle of the air, holding his hand close to his heart. the little gesture meant more than the loud shouts of the fans, celebrating their striker and the win of their team against such a strong enemy.

when you returned to the pitch, you received the booking for leaving the pitch without allowance but shrugged off the yellow card. glancing over your shoulder towards the crowd, jules had the plastic cup between his lips, holding it tightly with his teeth and using his hands to show you a heart. just like you did, when the first goal was scored and his attendance caught you by surprise.

[o-kurwa]

[sportsallover]

I'm so proud of what our boys are doing. It still doesn't compare to Norway, but all the same, they are doing great on the shooting range, which is much better than last week!