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lettersofgold · 20 days

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4 with jules, smut please 😭😭

-> I left my shampoo in your shower, I left my smile inside your head. | authors note: this is filthy and not proofed very well.

you should’ve known that when you accepted the invitation to the infamous spring holiday trip that things were going to get hectic but you didn’t know it would borderline chaotic until it all dawned you that half your toiletries and clothes were in jules’ room - three floors up. you started the day off intoxicated unsure that the alcohol from the night before was properly metabolized. in a daze, you managed to order coffee and a bit of breakfast before realizing that jules was holding your shampoo and skin care hostage. you reached for your phone but you were met with a dead battery symbol. without making too much noise you escaped the bedroom inside the hotel suite you shared with your friends. you awkwardly jogged to the elevator praying that no one saw you in your post-full-day-bender state.

your t-shirt suddenly didn’t feel as oversized as it normally did as you knocked on his door. you were hoping, praying, that he would give you your things without a fuss - the girls planned an excursion that was too expensive for you to be late or back out of. after the second set of feverish knocks, jules opened the door with a groan and a hand running down his face. he blinked away his sleepiness and he seemed to sober up as he took in the sight of you: bra-less in an shirt that barely met your ass and a sliver of fabric he guessed were your “shorts”. it sent a jolt straight to his dick and he smiled softly at you. he wanted you bad.

“you have my stuff…” you said, skipping any pleasantries.

“good morning.” he leaned on the door with a cross of his arms which took your eyes away from his naked chest and drew attention to the hard-on in his boxers. jesus.

“good morning, you have my stuff.” you said again. his smiled turned to a smirk as he pushed off the wall to let you in. it took pure will to keep your eyes off his ass so instead you looked at his back, only to see the marks your left on him. your acrylics painted red marks up his broad shoulders from he was drilling into you during one of the drunken hook-ups. the craziest part was that you were unsure which one the marks stemmed from.

you followed him to the bathroom, stepping over the scattered clothes that probably belonged to you and into the luxurious bathroom. this vacation took a huge amount from your savings and you didn’t dare opening your banking app. you grabbed at your toiletries, rummaging for your toothbrush and toothpaste. you made yourself comfortable and began brushing and with each passing second you felt human and clean, as if today wasn’t about to another round of alcohol induced festivities. jules took the opportunity to pin you between the counter and his body as he dropped to his knees. his hand slid up your thigh, testing and rolling the thin fabric of your shorts in his fingers. the heat of his hands near your core made you clamp your legs together - forcing his hands away.

“jules.” you warned as you leaned over to spit and he chuckled but continued to run his hands up on your bare legs. his hand was smooth as it went under your shirt, his flat palm moving painfully slow against the arch of your back. his other hand cupped your hip and kept you from moving. the grip on your hip was tender because he love taking you from the back - he said it was the hottest sex thing about you, your arch back and the feeling of your ass as you took in every inch of him. he loved that you never ran from him. he loved that you took every inch of him as he pounded deeper into you with the vendetta controlling his mind.

“we can’t do this right now, you’re going to make me late.” you pushed him off with more force than necessary which made him laugh.

“you take forever to get ready, you are always late.” he picked at and you swatted his hand away from hitting your ass as you moved past him, telling him to shut up. he caught up with you quickly and wrapped his arms around, your legs dangling in the air as you half-heartedly tried to escape his grip.

“late is late,” he said with a laugh. “stay with me, be late with a good reason.” he finally put you down and you thought you were safe. but as you took another step to the door - jules was so quick you didn’t have time to process his movements - you swept up and over his shoulder. the progress you made towards the door was gone in two of jules long strides.

“are you always this spoiled?” you asked with a smack to his ass, to which he only laughed. “seriously jules, i have to go.” he plopped you down on the bed and you couldn’t help but laugh. “so you are always this spoiled.” you concluded.

“not spoiled.” he stated as if it was the truth, earning an eyeroll from you. he climbed over you and bent down to kiss you. jules was a tough lover and it was your favorite part about it. nothing with him was quick. he was thorough and very intentional with each movement. after the second quickie you two had on the yacht, he was a professional at making you orgasm at least twice before letting you leave.

his mouth was warm and wet against yours. you slipped your tongue deeper to bait him into opening wider and you took the chance of pulling back to take small nip at his lip, which made him groan. you worked your mouth down his jaw and onto his neck, sucking on the small bruise of skin that you left behind. he looked like a claimed man and you hoped it would clear up before going to back to work. jules stood and pulled your hips down towards the edge of the bed and made you prop you feet up so he could get rid of your thin shorts.

“needy for you.” he spoke into you pussy and just his breath alone made you squirm. he took one long lick from the very bottom of you all the way to your clit - making you loose a breath and a sting of curse words for good measure. he was being such a tease for someone was trying to plead a case of it being “quick.”

“jules.” you warned. the only response you received was his tongue inside you, moving in and out at a teasingly slow place. you began to say his name but found yourself moaning halfway through as he pulled your hips closed and went deeper.

“you’re going to make me late.” you whined, loving every second of this. there was nothing sexier than a man who takes his time and a man who needed you to get yours before his. it was addictive. you were always missing him and the vacation had not ended.

“make them wait.” he said, peppering a few kisses and bites to your inner thigh. your heart rate was increasingly fast as he stuck a single finger into you, twisting in and out as if you had all the time in the world. he rested his palm on your stomach and the pressure intensified his fingering. and just when you thought it couldn’t get better, he stuck two more into you and your breath caught in your chest for a moment.

“i can’t…” you trailed off, unsure of what you were even beginning to say. he sucked and licked at your clit while simultaneously pumping his fingers in and out of you. his palm on your stomach moved to grip your thigh as he pulled away and stood up.

“you can.” he said, pulling off his boxers with one single hand. he wanted to keep you right were you were. “and when i say get on your knees, do it.” he said gently but with a deep enough tone that you weren’t going to question him.

when he entered you for the umpteenth time during this vacation, you swore, again, that you were in absolute heaven. pure bliss that no body could ruin. he pulled you down the side of the bed further so that you hips were half way off the edge and he pushed both of you knees to your chest. you screamed in pleasure as you took in every bit of him. he was so deep inside you that you could create anything other than noises of pleasure. he pumped in and out of you in a steadying rhythm, your braless breast recoiling as he stroked you. the feeling of his muscles hips hitting your ass felt phenomenal. you wanted him deeper and closer and voiced it.

“fuck, babe,” you blanched. “you feel so good.” He merely hummed in agreement, so focused on how tight you felt. the sex was beyond mind blowing. you’re breathing was getting erratic. he wasn’t letting up with the pace of his strokes and the aching of last nights festivities were catching up to you. you were in your own world as he dropped your legs, “i’m not going to last long when I say on your knees, go.”

he entered you again, with one palm using pressure to deepen the feeling of himself inside of you. you were moaning so loud that he felt damn good about himself. he was egging you on, telling you to be louder when one of the guys began pounding on the door.

“yo, open up! i left my key.” jules didn’t stop but he placed a hand over your mouth and you began to giggle. he shushed you and continued fucking you as he yelled out.

“gimme a second,” as neutral as he could without letting up. you were on the brink of an orgasm and you let him know as best as you could with your mouth covered. his consistency sent you reeling into another dimension and it never got old. you were sure to be walking funny when you made it to the excursion - if you weren’t left behind that is. you could barely see and you shuddered as you came all over his dick. he pulled out quickly, telling you to get on your knees. you did so in a haze, your legs sore and shaking.

“open the door man.” the man on the other side yelled but jules ignored him and spoke to you.

“open your mouth.” he said and began stroking himself, placing the tip of his dick on your tongue. he loved to see you on your knees - the same way he loved to see you from the back - because you were so fucking pretty. your eyes glimmered, challenging him and telling him you were ready. jules released himself on your tongue and you took his length into your mouth as he twitched and continued to come. he groaned out a string of curse words. his hand found the back of your head as he pushed deeper into your mouth and touched the back of your throat. he pulled out slowly and loosed a breath. you smiled wide and wiped the corner of your mouth.

“jules what are you doing, man? hurry up!” the voice shouted. you stood and pulled on your shorts and he pulled on his boxers. you didn’t bother acting as if he didn’t just blow your back out. you grabbed your toiletries and he walked a few steps behind you as you opened the door.

“sorry.” you said with no shame, dangling your bag. “he had my stuff.”

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lettersofgold · 20 days

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Hi!

From your Jan prompt list, can I request number 5 with Kylian. Genre: ANGST x

Thanks!!

-> please could you be tender and I will sit close to you. let’s give a minute before we admit that we’re through.

| authors note: loosely proofed, sorry angels.

you could not pin point what was the worst of it: the lack of fighting left in you both or the acceptance that it was never going to work. kylian sat, staring at the diamond rings on the coffee table. you were hugging your legs, your knees acting as a head rest as you stared with him. he had a thousand yard stare - off in his own world, ruminating about the relationship. the hard feelings were settling in his consciousness and you felt guilty and ashamed because you checked out of the relationship months ago.

you were engaged. that was all everyone cared about, talked about. they rarely asked about you and your feelings. only kylian and the wedding mattered to the people around you. the constant questions of the details of the most magical day a girl could dream of and each question made you shrivel up in the inside. you knew it wasn’t going to work. then, as if it was the greatest thing in the world, people starting asking how soon you wanted to get pregnant. that question and your reaction made the decision an easy one. no marriage or baby could patch the cracks of your relationship.

you wished you were happier when you saw him drop down to one knee, the tears welled in his eyes with love and the tears you cried were overwhelmed with fear.

we can’t do this, you thought to yourself as he slid the ring on your shaky hand.

this won’t fix us, you recalled yourself thinking as friends and family cheered for you.

you felt pressured to say yes - everyone said that you were made for him and he was made for you. but they didn’t know that the man who hugged you and held out your hand to showcase the massive diamond, was not the man you fell in love with. no, because that was the boy version of kylian you fell in love with and this version of kylian, was a man. a man that you couldn’t recognize that you weren’t happy.

emotional maturity is what he lacked. empathy being the biggest key to his failure - he was not considerate that you lived a life outside of him. kylian could not help constantly comparing your lifestyle to the other wags.

“you don’t have to work baby, just relax and stay at home.” he parroted every time you confronted him with issues, “i can take care of you. you can just move in with me.”

“i can’t walk away from my life for you kylian.” you stated knowing it was the logical thing to do. “especially when we aren’t even married. Iwould we be having this conversation if you teammate didn’t just get married?”

“what does he have to do with this?” he argued but you both knew it was the truth. he wanted his cake and to eat it too - but the truth stood between you two, a truth you could not ignore: marriage takes two people to care, to wake up and decide to love that person through good and bad. for rich and for poorer, in sickness and in health.

“we aren’t them ky. i’m not her.” you lowered your voice. “why can’t i be with you and have my career?”

“because it’s getting in the way! it’s making things difficult. you never come to a match, you never support me.”

you had a gut feeling he was resentful of the dedication your career demanded of you. he loved it at first, it was something he admired. in the end, he was jealous and hated it.

“you are not my world.” you said as calmly as possible and you saw him crumble in seconds.

it was only months later that he proposed and you knew it was because of the comment you made that night. you wished you never said yes and you wished that sitting on this couch, next to kylian, wouldn’t have felt like such a relief.

the silence was comforting but your heart still hurt for him. he was genuine in his excitement but he didn’t realize that marriage wasn’t just the wedding. it was actual work.

“you can keep it.” he sniffed. he’d been crying softly, silently ever since you placed the ring on the table.

“it’s best that i don’t.”

“we, i, can’t fix this?” he looked at you, at the frown forming on your face. “i can’t fix this at all, can i?”

“no, ky.”

“let’s just sit here for a while.” he turned his attention back to the ring. “just give it a minute before we really are through.”

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lettersofgold · 21 days

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how i feel when someone reblogs my stuff with a really really nice tag

#luv yall real bad #giving yall smooches on the forehead

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lettersofgold · 21 days

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side blog for my wlw and female athletes fics is called lettersofalover if you even care fr

#foaming at the mouth #these women have me in a chokehold #woso community

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lettersofgold · 22 days

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Say you’ll never call but I still keep your number and your necklace. With Kylian please. ❤️

-> say you’ll never call but i still keep your number and your necklace.

kylian cared. but kylian didn’t care enough. he didn’t care when you told him, plainly, that you weren’t afraid to leave him because you hadn’t actually left. he didn’t care when you yelled at him for one thing or another. he just didn’t seem to care at all.

so when you told him one night, seething with anger unparalleled to anything he had experienced with you before, he was afraid. “whatever this is? it’s done do you hear me? it’s done!” you voice escalated with each word until your screamed that you were done in his face. he opened his mouth in protest but you cut him off before a single word came out. “i cannot believe you did this to me, after everything i told you. after every fucking thing,” you choked on your words and turned away from him. “after everything i did for us.”

kylian pleaded with you for the entire duration of you packing your clothes and toiletries into a bag - he had no idea where you were going but he had a feeling deep inside that you weren’t coming back. he had been right and his pleas to do better, to care, to be there for you - fell on deaf ears. it was months later and he hadn’t heard from you since. that was until he heard your laugh across the restaurant alongside your group of friends and a few new faces. specifically, male faces.

he saw you under the light, looking brand new. it was as if you had never met him - the grievances that showed on your face while you dated him were long gone and was replaced with happiness showing through the crinkles of your eyes as you laughed. you picked up your napkin and dabbed at your face, clearly catching the tears that formed from your banter with that unfamiliar man. when you dropped the napkin, kylian did a double take. he thought he was seeing it incorrectly but as he looked across the restaurant and narrowed his eyes, he was stunned. his necklace was still around your neck, many months later.

“i love this necklace,” you admitted, your finger hooked underneath. the sex was mind-blowing and kylian found so much satisfaction from seeing you tired and wrapped around him after making you orgasm multiple times.

“not a necklace, a chain.” he teased, propping himself up on his elbows. you rolled your eyes at him and his masculine gaze as his eyes trailed all the way down your naked backside and back up to your face. he reached over and tugged you on top of him and you straddled him with ease. you reached for his necklace again and he palmed your ass as he kept himself propped up. you reached for his necklace and unhooked it, placing it on yourself.

“how does it look?” you raised your hand up to your collarbone to fiddle with it. kylian wrapped his large hand around your neck with a firmness that made you gasp, leaving your mouth agape. he muttered something in french, probably a string of curse words. he used his grip to pull your face to his - not letting you kiss him just yet, letting the tension brew with only the sound being your quickening breath.

“you like it?” you had whispered weakly. kylian could still feel the weight and warmth of your body.

“love it.” he voiced and kissed you deeply, with a guttural moan that made you unravel at the audible approval. you thrived under words of affirmation and that was only intensified when you were in his bed. “it’s yours to keep.”

the memory was reeling in his brain and he had to occupy himself so he forced himself to down the rest of his wine. he didn’t want to think about it. he couldn’t continue to think about you but he couldn’t stop, especially with the fact that you were still wearing his necklace even after all that happened. even though he gave it to you, it was still his necklace.

“hi baby,” you would greet him after each match and he would place a kiss a on your forehead - if you fiddled with the necklace you were waiting for him to go on an a rant about how inept his team was. if you didn’t toy with it, you were content and expected him to want to celebrate all night. either way, you had been there for him, he realized and how he never showed up for you.

later that evening in the quiet of the night he took to stalking your social media to see what you were doing without him. you were living and happier than you had ever been with him. even in the best moments the two of you shared, it couldn’t compare to the life you seemed to display. the necklace was showcased on your neck in every photo as if you didn’t take it off. he toyed with the idea of texting you and evening calling you, but he settled with doing neither.

he checked your social media religiously- as soon as he woke up, when he had a break, and before he slept. he wanted to see that metaphorical tie to you. it brought him comfort. each day, as he clicked with a pounding heart, it stilled at the sight of the necklace. he could count on the sight despite his fear. he was proud of the mark he left, even if it was a shitty breakup. but the thought of the reminder of him being a constant in your life brought him a sick joy.

he woke up later than usual that day, groggy but awake nonetheless. he went through his texts and emails to find as he always did then moved to social media to see what you posted. the story was posted 12 hours ago and he clicked it without a single thought. it usually was a throwback photo or you wishing a friend a happy birthday. but not this time.

he sat up as he held down the story to continue to view it despite his own urges to toss the phone across the room. you were glowing, yet again. looking brand new. but you were brand new - a whole new woman with a whole new man. you sat on the lap of the man with a grin like no other, the man’s large palm gripping your thigh right where your dress ended. he was smiling too, but his focus was on you. he looked at you with the adoration kylian wished he had done in the past. he stared at your face fondly for a moment and looked for what he knew for certain to be there - but it wasn’t. there was no trace of the necklace, just tan skin and the straps of your dress.

he anger swelled all while his heart broke. could he be heartbroken over a relationship he failed? he thought to himself. he surely felt like he could and with the surge of anger and the weight of hurt, he did throw his phone across the room and didn’t care that it cracked against the floor.

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lettersofgold · 22 days

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-> unthinkable | chapter two | jules k.

genre: angst, fluff, smut | authors note: no words for how much I love writing this fic and how much I love jules, enjoy xx | loosely proofed.

warnings: google translations, loosely proofed

summary: jules could never get it quite right. no girl gave him the feeling that he had with you. he wasn’t even sure he knew how to love a woman until you came into his life - even when he was dating around, his loyalty and heart were with you. you couldn’t find someone who stirred the feeling of love in you the way jules did, but he was just a friend and he wasn’t done playing the field. the two of you were giving each other the love you both never felt before and after fighting it for so long, you realized you both deserved it and you were finally ready.

Jules played his heart out. He struggled to think of a time in his life when he fought so hard in a match, mentally and physically, just to come out with nothing to show for it. He was depleted but still mustered up energy for fans waiting for him. He signed a few jerseys, took some photos, then headed back to the locker room to wash away the disappointment. The team was quiet except for the murmuring of the captains. His teammates trickled into the dressing room after completing their media obligations looking as solemn as he was. Jules took a long, deep breath and laid his head back in his locker and stared at nothing. He could not stop replaying the mistakes that cost them the match. He wanted to be angry but his team fought to the very end and that was all anyone could ask for. Jules felt guilty for letting the fans down and a part of him felt he let you down too. It was silly for him to genuinely want to do a stupid dance to see you smile but he wanted to make you being there worth it. It was surprising to see you in a Barca shirt, but it was even more surprising that you were cheering and laughing with a random man. He obviously was a friend or family of an employee of Barca but he had no clue who it could be. He loved seeing you cheer him on but the sight of you smiling and chatting with a man created a sour feeling that settled deep in his stomach. With the disappointment of the match, seeing you focused on someone else, and having to do a presser made him feel worse. Everything felt like utter, complete, shit. At the very least, he would be able to see and hug his friends. For that alone, he had something to look forward to after a nice hot shower.

The family area was crowded but Jules spotted Candace and Kaia immediately. Kaia was her usual, comforting self as she gave him a quick hug and words of encouragement.

“Jugaste bien, Jules. Te veías genial ahí fuera. Incluso Corey lo dijo.” (You played well, Jules. You looked great out there. Even Corey said so.)

Kaia praised Jules but all three of them knew it wasn’t enough to heal the wound created by the lackluster overall performance. The other team outplayed them, it was simple. It never failed to confuse him that his team could have all the pieces to win and look so good on paper yet continue to come up short. It was beginning to be a cycle they couldn’t break. Jules didn’t care that Candace was standing there with a tight face. He didn't pay much mind to Candace, which he found himself doing more and more as of late. She was hot and she was fun to be with but she couldn’t read the room as well as she thought. Candace kissed his cheek before wrapping herself around him for a tight hug.

“Can we take a photo?” Candace asked as she hugged him and Jules’ eye caught Kaia, who gave him a sympathetic look. She didn’t comfort him about the game, all she could think about was a photo.

“I’m not up for it right now, Candace”. He said in a low voice so no one could hear. Jules pulled away and she looked towards her feet, clearly disappointed. There was a lull of silence and Jules asked where you were, his voice neutral. He was so tired he just wanted to go home and sleep off all the losses but not without a proper goodbye to his best friend.

“I think she’s still inside the suite.” Kaia said, looking back towards the elevator. “She needs to hurry. I got an Uber.”

“I think she’s still talking to Davi.”

Davi, who is Davi? He thought. He racked his brain and there was no recollection of a man named Davi.

Candace could see the displeasure on his face and she decided to hammer the nail into the casket. She rarely found herself threatened by any woman. In fact, she liked you. What she didn’t like was Jules’ fondness for you. Yes, you two were friends, Jules made that very clear but it didn’t put out the fire created by the devil on her shoulder. She wanted Jules to herself and she thought that to be fair - they were dating…sort of. Candace knew she was the one going home with him. She was the one who was going to comfort him, love him, and sleep with him until he couldn’t think of any other woman but her. Candace was going to leave no room for questions when it came to your whereabouts so Jules knew where your priorities were - not with him and with another guy.

“They chatted the entire game.” She rasped, “She was sooo flirty.” She egged on with a tiny shimmy of her shoulders.

Candace’s eyes flickered over to Kaia who smiled softly. The woman pushed Kaia to answer to which she simply nodded in agreement before making a comment that it was only a matter of time until you return.

“I’m going to the ladies room in the meantime. I’ll be back.” Candace excused herself.

Kaia moved closer, filling the space left by Candace and as she watched Jules search the room for you, his efforts to be discreet were not effective. Kaia knew how much Jules cared for you, and that was without a doubt. However, standing there watching him search for you with downturned lips, she realized that Jules didn't just care for you as his best friend, but he yearned for your presence and attention. Kaia was amazed but also in disbelief. She knew that she needed to call her fiancé, Corey, as soon as she had some time alone and away from both of you.

“¿Estás bien?” She asked and Jules nodded but he didn’t turn to her. (Are you okay?).

“Por supuesto.” Jules questioned and finally turned to look at his friend. She had a grin tugging on her lips that she was failing to fight. “¿qué?” (Of course.) (What?)

Jules followed Kaia’s eyes and looked behind him to see you picking up your pace into a small jog to meet him with a hug. Jules breathed easier for a moment as he inhaled the familiar scent of perfume. You were giddy and if he wasn’t mistaken, you might have also been tipsy.

“Jules!” You started, your hands still gripping his arms even though you released him from the hug. Jules looked down at you then back up and behind you at the man, who he presumed to be Davi. Davi looked familiar but Jules was unable to put his finger on it.

“My voice is going to be gone when I go to work but this was worth it. You’ll get ‘em next time.” Even though people said the same thing in various ways, it sounded sincere coming from you. He took you in for a moment: the Barca shirt was form fitting and did wonders for your figure and your staple stacked gold necklaces were a perfect contrast against your skin. You looked so happy in his team colors and he knew he found a plus-one to each match Candace attended in the future.

“This is Davi,” you motioned for the man to come closer. You stepped away as Davi opened his hand and took Jules in for a dap-up and bro hug.

“Nice to meet you, man. Joáo told me about you before I came.”

“Joáo?” Jules repeated, becoming more confused about the situation.

“Davi is Joáo’s cousin.” “He’s my baby cousin.” The two of you spoke at the same time and you giggled. Jules knew you were tipsy by the way your glossy eyes found Davi’s - when you were with Jules you laughed with your whole body. Not a small, tiny giggle like the one you just did. Jules blinked slowly and turned his attention to Kaia, needing to focus on anything other than the obvious flirting that was happening in front of him. He didn’t enjoy it and it didn’t amuse him in the slightest. He found himself annoyed at the idea of it.

“Your Uber is probably on the other side of the stadium.” Jules informed Kaia, ignoring their laughter.

“Let me walk you to your Uber.” Davi offered and you accepted with the same smile that was usually aimed at Jules. It was odd seeing you basking in the attention of a man.

“Te enviaré un mensaje de texto cuando la deje en su casa.” (I’ll text you when I drop her off at her house.) Kaia assured Jules.

Jules’ jaw ticked at the sight of you and Davi and that was all the confirmation she needed - there was something more and Jules was doing an awful job at keeping it at bay.

“You owe me dinner.” You reminded him with a pointed finger. Jules chuckled with a final side hug to you and Kaia before shaking Davi’s hand. Davi motioned for you to walk in front of him and you obliged.

“See ya later Jules.” You called over your shoulder.

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“You okay?” Iñigo’s accent was thick as he sat in his locker next to Jules. Jules was tugging off his shirt as he muttered a half-assed yes and continued changing out of his sweaty gear from training. He sighed and plopped down on the bench of his locker, putting his face in his hands for a moment and took in a deep breath before looking towards his teammate. A week passed but his mood had not changed.

“Why?” He asked with an arched brow. Iñigo was perceptive and as the question left Jules’ mouth, he instantly regretted it. He did not have the capacity to have conversations that were not about football and weren’t about the team.

“Something’s bothering you,” Iñigo stated as a matter of fact, “and your attitude sucks.”

“Nothing is bothering me.”

“You’ve been short with everyone all day.”

“So?” Jules replied, genuinely not caring about his own feelings. His tone was curt, proving Iñigo’s statement.

“Whatever, forget it.” Iñigo bowed out of the conversation and focused his efforts on changing out of his own gear, letting the silence brew between them.

The question bothered Jules but not enough for it to linger on his brain. He was thinking of contacting Corey about adding in an extra training session, which would now be five days, instead of the three days he worked in the past. Corey constantly reprimanded Jules for not using recovery days to his advantage but he never turned the footballer away when he showed up at the gym, eyes hungry and ready to conquer a session. He shot a text to Corey letting him know that he’d come in later after a couple of meetings with his manager.

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Jules sat in his living room confirming different events his manager thought he would be interested in attending - each fashion invitation was an automatic yes. The others, he sent questions about to confirm whether or not it would interfere with his decision to add extra training to his work load. He listened to ESPN+ in the background, trying to finish the calendar quickly so he could leave for Corey’s gym. Candace came around the corner with her phone in hand before she noticed Jules on the floor with a tight look on his face as he typed on his laptop.

“You okay?” She sat on the couch beside him and tucked her legs underneath herself.

“Fine.” Jules clipped, his voice dripping with annoyance.

“Okay…” Candace drew out before leaning over to look at his calendar. “Oh my gosh, we’re going to Paris Fashion week?!” She exclaimed.

“No, I’m going to fashion week.” Jules snapped then immediately apologized when Candace slumped backwards into the couch. He moved his laptop and leaned over to kiss her pouty lips and apologized once more. “I’m so exhausted and they didn’t give me a plus one - just my manager.”

“S’okay.” She said with obvious hurt. “Just to spend more time with you, you barely see me.”

Jules placed his hands on either side of her legs and leaned in to kiss her which she greedily accepted, wrapping her hand around the back of his neck to pull him closer and deeper. The kiss was hot and slow, stirring up a need in Jules that he couldn’t deny - he loved how much she needed him. It fueled his ego.

“We have time right now,” he spoke against her lips.

“Really?” She smiled at his suddenness to be all over her. “How much time, baby?”

“More than enough.”

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It was nearing the end of the brutal training session when the same question rolled off of Corey’s lips, “Are you good?”

“Why is everyone asking me that?” Jules rebutted. He groaned in frustration, dropping the weights harder than he should have. He stepped away from the plates and interlocked his hands on top of his head. “I’m fine.” He muttered looking up at the ceiling.

“You’ve been acting like a bitch.” Corey said nonchalantly which got him a stream of French curse words from his friend.

“I’m just tired.” Jules released with a shrug of his shoulder. Jules wore his emotions all over his body. It was in the way he walked and talked but especially in his eyes - they never lied. Corey could see through his bullshit answer.

“If you say so.”

After the match Kaia damn near kicked down the door to tell him what had happened. She had a theory that Jules was actually into his best friend, a theory which Corey refused to believe. She argued with him about it, laying out the evidence until it all came together. It was easy to see when he considered all the interactions he witnessed. But even with that revelation it meant nothing in the long run because he was dating Candace. He argued about Jules’ loyalty - the footballer was a bit of a playboy but he wasn’t a cheater. He was honest. Kaia had an argument for that too as she reasoned with Corey about why he was constantly dating women: he was getting his physical needs met but was emotionally attached to you. He didn’t just want you but he needed you.

Corey eyed his friend and began racking the weights and asked nonchalantly if Jules had talked to you recently.

“Yeah, why?” Jules chest was still heaving from the lift but was calming and eased at the mention of your name.

“Kaia was telling me about that guy…uh, I can’t think of his name…” Corey pretended.

“Davi.” He spat out.

“Him! Kaia said they’ve been talking recently,” Corey was ready to poke the bear and see what the reaction would be, “Has Joáo mentioned him?”

“No.” Jules’ tone had a bite to it and that was all the confirmation he needed.

Corey stopped asking questions and eased into telling him what to expect with adding two more days of training. He had Jules’ attention and focus but Corey’s mind still wandered to the time the two of you were sitting together at Kaia’s kitchen counter, leaned into each other as if the world didn’t exist. Corey thought of the look of Jules’ as he listened to you speaking with animated hands and how his eyes never left your face - not even once.

Jules stood with his bag on his shoulder and loosed a breath before saying goodbye to Corey. He pulled out his phone to call you and it went straight to voicemail. He called again and this time, it rang twice before it was declined. He figured you and Kaia escaped to the town for dinner considering Corey changed his plans to fit an extra training session in. He reminded himself to apologize to Kaia and give her a gift.

you: at dinner, talk later?

Jules liked the message and stuffed his phone into his pocket, tossing his keys around his finger. The night was cool and he strode to his car before stopping mid step. His heart was beating as if he just sprinted all the way there. In the moonlight parked next to his own car, sat Kaia’s polished Range Rover. Yet you were at dinner.

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3 but fluff with levi please 💓😝

-> Say you’ll never call but I still keep your number and your necklace. | loosely proofed

“if you go out there like that, everyone will know.” he frowned in front of your face, a palm gently touching your cheek. he was nervous - he had been since the start. your relationship wasn’t necessarily a secret but it was unconfirmed. the general public and the fans were skeptical about you and your relationship with levi because it was hard to pin down. you wanted to celebrate with them on the pitch but levi didn’t think it to be smart.

through expert level digging, the Twitter fans found out that you were always at the matches, way before any rumors swirled. even the wags weren’t sure, the players weren’t sure, even levi’s public relations team were unsure. you disliked it, levi loved it. he was afraid - rightfully so, his last relationship was a shit show and ended up being front page of every social media platform possible and girl was still treated terribly. but his fear made you feel as if you weren’t good enough.

“levi, baby,” you sighed and stepped closer to him in the hallway. it was right after a match and you just wanted to be on the field with him and the wags. but if you were there beside him it would be obvious. “it’s already obvious.”

“we shouldn’t, you shouldn’t.” he loosed a breath. you nodded with a soft smile and decided that you weren’t going to do a cat and mouse game. you didn’t want to beg someone to love you out loud. “i’m going to go join the boys.” there was nothing left to say so placed a simple kiss to your head and strode away leaving you with a sting in your chest.

“call me later, yeah?” he said over shoulder and you turned around to roll your eyes at him.

“don’t…don’t worry about it.” you huffed. “i’ll call you.”

you were frustrated at the very least but you were mainly jealous. the pictures of the wags on the field with jerseys and cute custom pieces for their men made you sad. you wanted that - not to flaunt your status or his but to simply show how much you loved him. you thought of all the opportunities missed to hug him on the pitch, steal a kiss before he went into the locker room and even have a goal dedicated to you.

you lied. you didn’t call at all. you left him hanging all week, ignoring each message he sent your way. you guys had your arguments and squabbles but you had never ignored him. it got to the point where he gave up and said in a voicemail: if this is how it’s going to be, i’ll never call again.

for one more day, he didn’t. so when you found yourself staring at the package that landed on your doorstop you were rightfully confused. your crinkled your nose at the package, unsure of where it could have come from. you shopped constantly but this box was not only unrecognizable but gift wrapped. levi had been in and out, keeping to himself for the most part. as you unraveled the box, your cellphone rang and you answered it reluctantly and your voice was laced with attitude as you greeted him. “i thought you said you won’t call me again.”

“yeah well i lied.” he said gingerly and you felt the attitude melting away, bit by bit, after hearing his tone.

“what is it? shouldn’t you be getting ready for the match?” you pulled the phone away to check the time, “what do you want?”

“i want you here… at the match.” he admitted with a loosed breath.

“i’m at every match levi, what are you on about?”

“look I don’t have much time but the family charter bus leaves at 11:00 - park were you usually do and just board it.”

“why would-“ levi promptly cut you off.

“just do it…please.” he pleaded softly and you had no more attitude left so you obliged.

you weren’t sure what to say so you set your phone down and stared at the box again, slowly pulling it open to see a flash of blue fabric glimmering through. you couldn’t fight the school girl giggle that rushed through you as you opened the box and pulled out a jersey with his number and his name proudly displayed on the back. under the jersey was a stack of necklaces, tiered on top of one another and utterly gorgeous. at the very top tier of the necklace sat a large LC sparkling in the light. your phone pinged once more and the text sent a smile to your face, all over again. levi: i love you. see you soon xx

it was the best experience ever. you had craved the family experience but in the past you watched from far away you simply kept your distance and wondered what it would be like to be there. your heart was bursting with joy at the sight of levi scoring a goal but then he promptly ran towards the suite and signaled a heart at you and tapped his hand over his heart as his teammates jumped on him. you were sure your heart was going to beat of your chest - all eyes were on you and you couldn’t help the excitement, jumping alongside the other girls and family members. when time had been called your legs couldn’t carry your fast enough as you sprinted towards levi who stood with outstretched arms and didn’t even budge as you jumped into them, wrapping your legs around his midsection. he squeezed you gently and you gushed about his performance. levi placed you on your feet and you continued on about how much fun you had had. he watched you closely and his smile faded sending nerves to your stomach.

“are you alright?” you looked around nervously and saw the amount of people watching the two of you. it made him anxious. “hey, it’s you and me, remember?” the statement brought a smile to his face. you didn’t want the moment to end so you soothed his nerves and brought him back down to earth.

“it’s shocking that’s all, you have my number and my necklace.” he grinned down at you and you took a step back to spin for him to take it all in. he whistled teasingly and then pulled you in for another hug.

“god,” he mumbled into your neck, “you look fucking hot with that on.” you laughed loudly, tilting your head back and cocked it to the side to look at your boyfriend. “really?” you giggled. “mhm.” he moaned out and leaned in to you softly, so close to your mouth you could almost taste him as he placed his lips on yours.

it was well into the next morning and levi stayed the night before heading home to get ready for training. your limbs were to heavy and sore to even begin to think of leaving your bed so instead, you scrolled aimlessly on your phone when a notification popped up - levi tagged you in a photo.

it was a set of photos of him scoring but the very first one was his goal celebration: the heart he made to you and promptly tagged on it, was your name.

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lettersofgold · 23 days

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Uuurrrgghh!! Just read your prompt fics!!! Girl they were so good. Loved the Jules one the most. It was so beautifully written. Loved how he barely spoke but that really said it all. I actually shed a tear. Loved it <33

jules is my baby boy and that piece broke a small part of me, cannot lie anon. tysm 🫶🏽

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prompt 4 for trent 🫶

-> I left my shampoo in your shower, I left my smile inside your head.

break ups, makeups, nothing but wasted time. you were a sniffling mess as you grabbed each piece of clothing out of his closet and placed it into another overfilled box. trent was a gift giver - it was his love language - and now you wished he never gifted you anything. the reminders of him were non-stop. you had not left liverpool as quickly as you aimed to, but when you finally got the apartment you wanted, you took to quietly moving out while he was away.

his dog sat solemnly near the box of clothes with his head on his paws, eliciting whines of disapproval. he used to do the same thing when trent was leaving for a game or when you would go away for holidays and deep down, you felt the pup knew that you weren't coming back. although the tears burning your eyes refused to fall, you did nothing to stop the gut-wrenching sob that escaped your lips once your custom jersey, with polished white lettering with "MS TAA" across the shoulders that pulled into your hands. you stared at it with the pain of a thousand fires swirling in your chest angrily because your entire relationship was gone and taken away from you, like death by a thousand cuts. you called your best friend and within thirty minutes she had arrived and took over the rest of the packing. as you sat on the floor with the dog in your lap and your best friend captaining the slowly slinking ship of diginty and hope, with you merely muttering "keep" or "toss".

you left your key with his brother, who gave you solemn look and a tight hug that lasted longer than any hug you had with him before as he whispered, “i’m sorry he did this,” against your ear. you wiped your tears, shaking your head as you stared at him “it’s not your fault”. it was no one’s fault but trent’s - he made his bed, with her beside him, and now he had to lay in it.

irritated. trent had been irritated all day. if it wasn’t one thing it was another - training was a mess, he wasn’t going to be back playing as he had planned and he hadn’t heard from you in days. every text he sent immediately turned green - you blocked him. he knew it but it didn’t stop him from trying. the guilt was seeping out of his pores alongside the sweat of the day as he walked into his house. he muttered a hello to his brother who waved him off, not even taking his eyes off of the tv. trent forced himself to not pay any mind to his brother - he didn’t have time for lectures. it was what it was. the stomps of his dog walking behind him as he entered his room gave him some type of ease but as he sat on the bed and loosed a breath, he was met with two puppy eyes and whine.

“wha’s your problem?” he reached to touch the puppy who took two steps back. the puppy huffed and whined as he pawed the air. “she’s not coming back.” which deflated the dog’s spirit entirely and he curled inward on himself on what used to be your side of the bed and huffed once more - with a judgmental look from is round puppy eyes. trent grumbled to himself as he turned on the shower and waited for the steam to rise. a shower and a long nights sleeps would fix his sour mood. maybe seeing sarah would fix it too, and he contemplated inviting her over but decided against it. he couldn’t handle the tension between his brothers and he didn’t want to hear a goddamn thing come out their mouths, no matter how right they were. he kept himself occupied but the shower left nothing but memories rinsing over him alongside the water. he reached for his shampoo but it was empty and muttered “fuck.” before tossing it to the side. he reached for the next one and stopped - the pink bottle glaring at him, taunting him, reminding him of the memories he made.

how he rarely showered alone. the intimacy he shared with you as you teased him and washed his hair. you were always so gentle - your eyes were red from the hot water running down your face but you didn’t care - and far too concentrated on the task at hand. it was so simple but to trent, it was everything. you would talk about your day and take your time in unbraiding his hair and lathering the shampoo into his hair. or, you would place kisses on his back and your fingers trailed his wet skin, aiming to ease the tension he carried physically and emotionally. the showers started due to the insatiable habits of needing to be inside you and making love to you. then it turned to wanting to be near you, all the time, no matter the circumstances - even if that meant invading your showers and taking turns washing each others hair. trent was at ease under your touch and it was never lost on you the release of his tense shoulders and the sighs that loosened out of him when you touched him in any capacity. he loved knowing you were right there, easy to touch. easy to love. dependable. yet, he ruined it all, blinded by lust while lost in a chokehold of endless yes men and women who wanted to be affiliated with a premier league footballer.

he left the shampoo in the shower after sloppily washing his hair just to say he did so. he rummaged his cabinets to start his skin care routine only to realize it was your skin care routine that you applied for him. but your skin care products that were no longer there. his heart fell to his stomach and he felt sick with the memories running through his mind - suddenly blindsided with guilt instead of anger. your smile was all he could see as he rummaged to find any type of moisturizer to throw on and go to bed.

as he applied the product to his skin it felt all wrong. it should’ve been you, sitting on the sink, wrapped in your towel and scolding him playfully as you stuck eye patches on him before bed. it should have been your smile that he saw as he kissed your wrist as you smoothed out one of the many products that he had no idea clue what they did but obliged, because it made you happy. it should’ve been your smile that he as your brushed your teeth alongside him and complained about the early mornings or the latest work drama.

it should’ve been you smiling, there, alongside him and wrapped up in bed. instead you had left and all that was left was your smile inside his head.

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Hi can you do -> It used to be easy, now you can’t even look me in the eye. Visceral feeling I can never leave behind. This with Jules kounde and angst focused please 💜💜

-> it’s used to be easy, now you can’t even look me in the eye. visceral feeling i can never leave behind. love like a landslide, i kiss you goodnight. |

“please," you sobbed pitifully. "don't just sit there. look at me.”

the tears had ruined your makeup at that point and it was the last thing on your mind. people always told you that your twenties would be the best decade of your life. you were merely 21 and you wish you could be reliving your teenage dream instead: you and him, friends turned lovers, singing obnoxiously while driving nowhere specific, stolen kisses in between hectic schedules, long nights spent in covers as if it was the last chance you had to be with him. dreaming of the future, the future where the two of you were together, till the very end. that was the kind of passion and love the two of you shared - insatiable, inseparable.

but what was once unimaginable was becoming real and raw - the dream of together, till the end was fading. that could be goodbye. all the destinations in your life were unknown back then and it sounded so exhilarating at the time - but now? now it left you crying in jules’ car, unsure if what you two shared was enough to keep the relationship.

he was leaving and he seemed to be leaving you behind, too. you argued with him endlessly about it, this was only the last time that it finally settled in that he was already checked out of your relationship, his mind set on his move to his new team - so far away from home…from you. you didn’t budge and brought it up on the way home, hoping that he was going to have a change of heart. that another discussion would help. but the discussion went no where productive: all tears, confessions of love and fears, what exactly is going to hurt us the least? every bit of it hurt, the fact that it was a discussion you had to have, hurt. you were supposed to be with him the entire time.

it was you and jules, always.

he was jules, your jules.

you were his girl - "my girl” “mon amour” “ma fille” (my girl, my love), “ma copine est là” (i can’t stay, my girl is here.)

his girl.

they said you never forget your first love and you didn't want to forget him - you didn’t want to just let him go, not without a fight. you would always miss him. if he fought for you, you would miss him with the security and confidence that he was coming back but now it seemed he didn’t want to fight at all. not even for you. he had given up somewhere in between the signed contracts and upsurge of popularity. he had given up a long time ago.

"what do you want me to?” his soft shout seemed much louder in the confined space of his car. why did this hurt so fucking much.

"jules...please tell me what you want...” you begged. this was so embarrassing to be begging for a simple explanation - did he want you? that's what it came down to. did he love you enough to want to see this through?

"don't ask me what i want, you know this. i want my career. i want to be able to be focused and be happy." he couldn't even form the words.

"do you want me?" you finally asked, "because I'll be there for you. every single step of the way. if no one understands, i will. if you need me, as your girl, I need to know you want me." the silence was loud. so you took a deep breath and asked again, as calmly as you could.

"do you want me?" you whispered and felt the familiar burn of tears behind your eyes. jules never said a word and the lingering silence was the answer. with all the strength you could muster, despite the pain in your chest, you took a deep breath to ease the visceral feeling. you stared at your hands in your lap unable to truly process what had just happened. what the silence from jules meant.

“mon amour, i’m so sorry” jules pleaded.

“don’t.” you muttered through your tears. you looked at him and you wished you didn’t- his eyes were brimmed with tears but not even focused on you. he couldn’t even look you in the eye.

“just..get your stuff out of my apartment and leave the key outside.” you unbuckled your seatbelt, grabbing your bag with one hand and opening the door with the other as swiftly as you could. you were halfway to slamming the door when jules yelled at you to stop. he jumped of his car and ran over to you, cupped your face and kissed you. a hot, slow, sad kiss that was salty from his tears and yours. each second that passed sent you further into a spiral of trying to rationalize it, to reconcile what happened and fight for it not to end. but this was a goodbye and as he pulled away and took a few steps back, he stared at his feet.

“i still care for you.” but you both knew he didn’t care enough to try.

“goodbye, jules.” you said, expecting him to look up but he never did. instead he ran his hands down his face and turned, walking away. walking out of your life and into the one he truly wanted.

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₊˚⊹♡ january prompt list ₊˚⊹♡

-> opening up for blurb requests from a few of my favorite songs! leave me the number, name of the player, and genre. most of these lyrics are centered around heartbreak and angst - please remember that! happy requesting!

-> I’ve cried into dark brown eyes for the thousandth time cause you love somebody else.

-> It used to be easy, now you can’t even look me in the eye. Visceral feeling I can never leave behind.

-> Say you’ll never call but I still keep your number and your necklace.

-> I left my shampoo in your shower, I left my smile inside your head.

-> Please could you be tender and I will sit close to you. Let’s give a minute before we admit that we’re through.

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-> unthinkable | jules x black!fem!reader | mood board

“mon dieu s'il te plaît écoute-moi, je suis désolé mais je suis amoureux de toi. je ne veux que toi.”

my god please listen to me, i’m sorry but i’m in love with you. i only want you.

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-> unthinkable | chapter one | jules k.

genre: angst, fluff | authors note: i would like to reiterate that the self insert reader, y/n, is a black girl with a black girl as a face claim. although this is catered to black women, i hope you enjoy the fic. i want to be able to create works inclusive and catered to under represented woc - hope you understand & support. no hate will be tolerated.

warnings: google translations, loosely proofed

[ pictured fc: corey - black!fem!reader - kaia ]

Chapter 1

“Have you ever been in love?” You leaned into the French man who leaned into you at the same time - it was a sight to see: your elbow on the bar, the palm of your hand holding your tilted head, and him - his eyes unwavering and whiskey brown under the warm glow of the restaurant bar. Jules' head dropped to his lap as he laughed. The engagement party ended a while ago, but the two of you had comfortably sat at the bar talking about your lives and how you got to this point. It was over-sharing, but you both felt comfortable sharing the gritty moments that shaped you as people. Neither of you expected a mundane evening ending up at a bar telling your life story to a stranger. In the end though, you wouldn’t be strangers at all.

“Have I? Oh, Mon Dieu, I have loved women more times than I can remember.” (Oh my god)

Those first few hours with Jules were magnetic, borderline kismet, and there was not a single person who could have stopped the soulful hold you would have on one another. You previously described to your friends before your fateful decision to leave your home and find a new home in Barcelona; there was a piece of you, just a piece of your heart that hadn’t been touched in the relationships you were in before. You loved those men and were sure of that, but were you in love with them? The answer you and your friends decided on was a hearty no. Alongside their answers came warnings of the consequences of finally opening your mind and heart to complete, encompassing love. A breakup was no longer a simple text that decides who picks up the boxes of things. When you truly fall in love, and your heart gets broken, you grieve for an entire man who would go on living, a man who creates a new world where you are no longer a part of it. A heart grieves when it breaks, not because of sadness but because the grief was proof you had been in love all along.

“Everyone has loved someone. But have you been in love, Jules? Truly and surely, in love?” He blew a soft breath and answered because he came to terms with the things he wouldn’t grasp until he retired: “I wish I could have been in love or be in love, but my career hasn’t given me a chance to even dream of it.”

Jules did not plan on attending his trainer’s engagement party. He cared about the couple dearly. In retrospect, his relationship with Corey was beyond a footballer and his trainer. It was a man-to-man talk about life, love, and a bunch of sharing shit while working out and doing physiotherapy. Corey knew more about Jules' love life than any of his other clients and Jules was the one he called, sweaty and shaking before his proposal to Kaia. Yet caring about the couple wasn’t enough to combat the exhausting life he had been living - between the situationship, the season, his injuries, and the lack of sleep - he craved being alone. He found himself with crippling relationship issues when he wasn’t even in a relationship. He wanted a night alone, away from everything, to decompress and get quality rest but those dreamy ideas crumbled once Kaia’s cheerful voice met his ears. “I’m so excited to see you! I can’t wait to hear all about how you helped Corey.” He prepared himself to be there and be supportive but he couldn’t plan what was meant to happen sitting at the bar sharing stories with you.

———

“I swear if you spill another thing in my kitchen, we’re going to have problems.” The threat was far from empty, Jules knew that. He laughed and his voice drowned out the low sound of Sza’s melody that hummed into the air.

Your kitchen was homey and almost ancient. Anything that spilled ended up being a stain which, unfortunately, you learned after knocking over a huge cup of coffee. It took you weeks to clean it up and its ghost was still there next to the tiny dinner table. Months in Barcelona felt like you’d been there your entire life. You thought you were going to need to learn to love the city but it came easily. What worried you the most, after loving the city, was finding friends but once you met Kaia, so much fell into place. It warmed your heart to meet Kaia at a coffee shop during your first week at work. Coincidentally, she worked in the office at the school you taught at. If it wasn’t for her and her persistence of you attending her engagement party a few weeks later, you would not have met Jules. You’d be a recluse if not for your extroverted friends.

“I told you I couldn’t cook, blame yourself.” Jules argued with an extended arm and open palm towards the mess he created dicing the tomatoes. He always wanted to eat your food but never wanted to help, so you forced him to start pulling his weight. There were no free handouts - Jules was no exception.

“It’s amazing how skilled you are with your feet but you can’t do the most basic thing with your hands.”

“My hands work fine - never had any complaints.” Jules smirked, earning an eye roll from you. You could have never guessed that your closest friend would be a guy who happened to be a skilled professional footballer, especially one who found more comfort sleeping on the couch in your tiny apartment, than in his massive home with designer furniture. You stopped making dinner for just one because of Jules. It was habit that he would raid your fridge, eat the dinner and then tell you how unhealthy yet delicious it was.

“Candace seems to have a lot of complaints.” You teased and it was Jules’ turn to roll his eyes. Jules sighed and ran his hands down his face.

“Oh Mon Dieu cette femme.” He complained. (Oh my god that woman.)

Until Jules, you had never met a man so unphased by the sheer amount of women that he dated. One week a girl was there and then the next week, they weren’t seen again. Women came and went and his latest girlfriend wasn’t exactly someone you saw as a friend, either. Candace had a hold over Jules. She had been around for a little over a month - a personal record for your noncommittal friend. Candace would not budge when it came to Jules. She wanted it to be clear who she was to any person who was in the same vicinity, breathing the same air, to know that Jules’ was her man. In her mind, Jules’ was hers to keep and it didn’t seem that Jules was trying to get rid of her. He just complained. It was Jules’ own downfall because he never set boundaries for her to not cross and you weren’t going to be the one to tell him that she had hungry eyes and you knew it wasn’t for him but for the life he could give her. You had only been around Candace a handful of times but that was enough to make you exhausted - you avoided her if you could. Luckily she didn’t live in the same city so she was rarely with the rest of the friend group that you grew to know and love.

“You know what I’m going to say.” You replied.

“Yes, yes. ‘Why don’t you just leave her?’” He mocked in a high pitched voice. “It’s not that easy, poto.” (Friend)

“I think it is. But if you like it, then I love it.”

You gave up long ago trying to get it through his thick skull that he didn’t owe her, or anyone, his time and his energy if they frustrated him so much. The sex must be absolutely amazing for him to still have her in his life. The thought of it made you frown but you moved past that disappointment and focused on other things that weren’t correlated to your best friend’s sex life. At the end of the day, Jules was still just a man who had to learn his lesson and no amount of chastising from his friends would change that. A man with needs, you thought as you recalled her perfectly sculpted figure. Jules had a type and you were completely opposite of it. Did it bother you? A little. Would it ever truly matter? No. You turned back to the pasta on the stove as Sza’s voice continued to sing: I came to your city, lookin’ got lovin’ and licky ‘cause you promised to put it down.

“All done.” Jules commented as he stood behind you while dumping the plate of terribly diced tomatoes into the pan. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders before resting his chin on your head. Jules was a koala, clinging onto anything with a pulse. He lived up to the French stereotypes: fashionable, passionate, and very loving. If he wasn’t touching you, he was fiddling with his fingers or his hair.

“You haven’t been to a match in a while, why?” He questioned slowly.

“J, I love you but I don’t want to see you chase a ball around for two hours.”

“I don’t chase it…I score.” You could hear the pout in his voice and it made you giggle.

“The weekends are the only time I get to rest!” You argued. It was true that you didn’t want to watch men run back and forth but you weren’t telling Jules the thought of being stuck in a room with all those people wasn’t boring but actually agonizing.

“I check ESPN to see what’s happening - it’s basically the same thing.” You pulled out of Jules’ hold and began setting the table. Jules eyed you with folded arms before muttering out, “Liar.”

“You always tell me what happened in the game. Why watch when you tell me?” You continued to explain. That was about as strong as your argument was going to get. You did not want Jules to know the idea of being there was making you uneasy. Especially if Candace was in attendance. He said she was harmless. All bark, no bite. Regardless, of whatever dog-like tendencies she did or didn’t possess, you wanted little to do with her. You learned a long ago that your friends’ love lives were not your business.

“It’s better in person AND you can hang out with Candace and the other girls and talk about how hot the players are or whatever.” Jules furrowed his brows before questioning, “what do girls talk about up there?”

“Don’t ask me, I haven’t been in forever. I doubt any girl I know is even still around.”

You met a few of the WAGs months ago when you first arrived to Barcelona and hadn’t kept up with any of them since. Majority of them were nice but you kept to yourself and decided that you weren’t in a hurry to go back. The food and drinks were nice, seeing Jules happy made you happy, but there was just no desire to go. Jules sat at the tiny kitchen table and you followed and placed the two bowls of pasta down. The table was incredibly small and whenever Jules sat with you his knees touched yours.

“Why would I go to hang out in that suite?”

“Candace is going.” He said as if it was obvious.

“Okay…and?” You questioned.

Jules was never one to speak outright about how he felt. He never wanted to make people think he needed anything. For a man who was in relationships constantly, he was very guarded. You saw parts of him that his fans, the public and even parts that Corey and Kaia didn’t see but, it still puzzled you that he had trouble opening up to you considering you never judged him. You shook it off, knowing that someone he trusted in the past used his vulnerability against him and as you looked at his pleading face, you couldn’t blame him for having his walls up. Yours had been up for years.

“She’s scared to go alone. She needs a friend.” He dropped his fork and put his hands in a begging motion, “Please? For me?”

You found yourself in between a rock and a hard place. You would do almost anything for Jules. The two of you bonded over loyalty and how important it was to you. You had your friends’ backs through thick and thin - even if it was a bit annoying, even if it was a request like this.

“You’re lucky I love you.” You sighed. Jules stared at his pasta with a beaming smile as if he won the match right there in your kitchen. You poked at your pasta aimlessly for a moment and considered all the ways you could back out when Jules made you feel even more guilty by continuing on about his matches.

“You should support me anyway, I’m the best footballer you know.”

“You’re the only footballer I know.”

It never crossed your mind that Jules wanted you to come to his matches. He, Kaia, and Corey knew weekends were your time to decompress after working with children all week. You were an English as a Second Language teacher at a small private school with the most incredible students. You cared for them as if they were your own, but with that came the emotional exhaustion from helping them navigate their futures, teenage melodrama, and the stress from their own personal expectations. It was the most fulfilling job you had thus far. You found purpose with the kids in your classes. It was a win-win situation - you spoke Spanish to the kids and they spoke English to you, all mixed with animated banter. Even on the worst of days, those students breathed life into you with their rambles and thoughts. You loved them to death.

“I’m very lucky. I love you too, poto.” (Friend)

“Can I invite Kaia, at least?”

“You can invite anyone. I just need to know a few days before so I can add you to the list.” Jules shoveled a large fork of pasta into his mouth and moaned aloud. The moan made you flush - Jules was attractive and that noise made him even more so. “You are the best cook, I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“You would survive and I don’t know, actually eat the stuff your chef cooks for you.”

——

It was a long week and no part of you was looking forward to the match. The thought of the crowd was intimidating but not as intimidating about being in the suite during such an important game. Jules mentioned once during the week that he was gunning for more - he wanted to play to his best potential and knowing your friend, there was nothing going to stop that. You admired Jules. Not only for his talent but for his work ethic and you were intrigued to see how he would channel all the ethic into the pitch (not field, as Jules scolded you once before.), since it had been months seen that last time you watched him play. Even in thinking about that admiration, you knew it wasn’t enough to help you navigate all the little social interactions that awaited you in the suite. Once you arrived at the stadium with Kaia and made it through the security check and finally got settled in the suite, you got a text. You decided that you would sit outside on the balcony on the first row with Candace in between you and Kaia in case you needed a moment alone. It was well before kick-off but it took you by surprise that Jules texted you. You hadn’t even got a chance to make a drink and head to your seat yet.

Ju: Candace is running late. Have fun, drink a beer.

You: Hate beer. Shouldn’t you be kicking a ball?

Ju: Yell loud for me.

You: Only if you score a goal and do a little dance. I bet you five dollars.

Ju: Make it dinner and five dollars.

You: you’ve got a deal

You were ripped out of your thoughts when a woman’s voice shrieked out and then, suddenly, her arms were wrapped around your midsection. One manicured hand was holding a drink that spilled down the entire front of your shirt as she bounced you around excitedly.

“Oh my gosh we have all been wondering about you! We were all asking, ‘where has Jules’ pretty little girlfriend been hiding?’”

You were spun around by the set of arms but your focus was solely on your soaking wet beige shirt and the fact that it was becoming see through. It was as if cold water had been splashed on you when you finally realized what she was saying, on top of the fact that the whole suite was staring at your chest. It could not have been more mortifying. As if you weren’t scared enough to begin with, the universe decided to add a sprinkle of disaster in the form of a blue mixed drink.

“Oh no, that’s not.” You stumbled and Kaia came to your aid with napkins. “I’m not his girlfriend. I’m just a friend and this is Kaia, my friend.”

“Oh my gosh! I could’ve sworn it was you! You’re Y/N, right?”

You nodded but you were wiping away at your shirt aggressively. You didn’t even know the lady’s name but she was staring at you as if she knew you, which, she apparently did. She knew your name and knew that you knew Jules.

“Iñigo says Jules talks about you all the time.” She said. Okay, that’s odd, you thought to yourself.

“I’m sorry I really need to get another shirt, is there anywhere I can get one?” You pleaded with strong dismissal of the information that was dropped on you. Why was Jules talking about you to his teammates? You grabbed your purse in a hurry and told Kaia to stay in case Candace arrived while you were gone. You needed a moment to breathe and secure a shirt before the game started. The shop was a mad house of fans and you were growing irritable with the sugar from her drink beginning to stick to your skin. You opted for a simple Barca t-shirt and as you turned away from the register you bumped into a man - a very handsome man at that. You apologized and he disarmed all that irritably you harbored with his smile and sweet, smooth voice. He was an olive skinned man with a wide smile, accented by a small dimple. His dark hair was curly and it contrasted his blue eyes. Damn, you thought. You knew Spain had gorgeous men but you forgot how gorgeous they could be. You realized you were still staring and holding onto his elbow so you took a few steps back. The shop was crowded and people were bustling by the two of at a feverish pace.

“You’re okay, I don’t mind bumping into a pretty woman like you…are you alright?” His accent took you by surprise but before you could mutter another apology out of habit, you saw his eyes and how they scanned your entire see through shirt which made you cross your arms and you dangled your new shirt between the two of you.

“I’m sorry, I’ve gotta get back upstairs before the game starts.” You gave a soft smile and tried to walk past him, but he grabbed you gently with his hand.

“Upstairs? Are you in a suite?” His eyes scanned your face and you weren’t sure how to take the question just yet. He must’ve seen the confusion because he continued without your reply, “I’m in the family and friends suite and I’ve got no clue of where to go.” He flashed his yellow wrist band that matched yours as if to prove he wasn’t some creep.

“Oh, uh, yeah I am. You can follow me if you like, if you want. I need to change my shirt first.

“I’ll wait for you…”

“Y/N.” You replied.

“I’ll wait for you Y/N right out front.” He smiled again and this time, it made your heart flutter and warmness filled your cheeks.

You found your way back to him and his head was deep into his phone, so you cleared your throat to get his attention. You had no idea what his name was. He smiled at you and your eyes drew towards his adorable dimple. He ran his fingers through his hair before he placed his phone in his back pocket and motioned for you to lead the way. The crowd of attendees rushing towards their seats hadn’t slowed down as you hoped, so you took his hand in yours and pulled him along without hesitation. His hand was large and warm in yours as you steered him through the crowded concourse and to the suite check in kiosk. You flashed your wrist band and he did the same. His hand had yet to leave yours. You were slowed down by the fact the security guard wanted to double check the man.

“Name?” The stone faced security guard asked.

“My name is Davi Félix.”

“You’re good to go.” Davi thanked the man and pulled his hand out of yours to open the door to the stairs.

“Ladies first.”

“Thank you Davi.” You smiled. Maybe the game wouldn’t be so bad after all.

——

Luckily, Kaia secured your seats. Candace sat next to her and you offered Davi the seat on the other side of you which he took it happily. Candace introduced herself to you, something she did every time she saw you, and it was a difficult task to not roll your eyes. You weren’t sure if she was petty of just not the smartest. Davi sat for a moment then decided to check what the bar had to offer and asked if anyone wanted one. Kaia declined, Candace waved her cup with a cheeky smile, and Davi turned his attention to you.

“For you, doce?” He smiled softly and you hesitated, getting lost in his eyes that were holding your attention as he leaned over to hear your answer. (Sweetie)

“I’ll take what you get.” Davi nodded and headed towards the door with a glance back at you before heading inside.

“Doce? Sweetie? Who is that!” Kaia asked, leaning forward past Candace, who was eyeing you with an intrigued smirk.

“That’s Davi, I met him downstairs while getting this shirt.” You tugged on the shirt you got. You bought it because it was cheap and you could finally match your students on their dress down Fridays. Half the class would love it and the other half would despise it. It’ll give them the opportunity to debate while practicing their English and you knew football was a passionate topic. It was going to be an entertaining debate day.

“That’s João Félix’s cousin.” Candace looked between the two of you as if it was obvious. You glanced at Kaia then back at Candace who promptly stated more information.

“João Félix…here on loan. Never mind, he’s a player on the team.” She indulged but it still did nothing for you or Kaia. You truly had no clue about Jules and his job besides the fact that he was strong, fast, and ate like he was never satiated.

“Right.” You answered feeling a bit dumb. You knew why you didn’t know, but it still felt dumb to not know it.

“He’s cute, he’s got hearts in his eyes while looking at you.” Kaia raised her brows. Her own eyes glimmered mischievously.

“Kaia I just met the guy.”

“So? He’s a man, he’s got eyes, and he clearly likes what he sees.” Kaia said, leaning back into her chair. The team began filling the pitch with kids alongside them signaling the start of the game. Davi rushed back and handed a drink to you gently with a wide smile.

“Hope you like it

“I’ll love it.” You placed your cup down and awaited the anthem and the start of the game while fighting a childlike smile. Kaia cleared her throat and you turned to find her mouthing, “I’ll love it.” You slyly shot her a middle finger and turned back to the pitch.

There was Jules. Your best friend. His head was down and his hands were on the shoulders of a little girl who had a few missing teeth. She was laughing at whatever Jules was saying to her. She tugged at her braids then Jules tugged on his own in return. They were matching. It was adorable how good he was with children. You always told him that he had a natural ability with kids and he should take advantage of it - maybe start a charity or foundation. If kids were drawn to you, it meant you had a pure heart and a golden soul, your mom once said. You didn’t doubt that about Jules. It was the truth. He was as golden as it could get. From his brown skin to his brown eyes, he was golden. From the moment you met him, he had been nothing but sunshine in your life.

As you stood to your feet for the long game ahead, the rowdiness of the crowd sent adrenaline through your body and Davi’s whistles aided the excitement growing inside you. He yelled in Portuguese which seemed to catch João’s attention. Although you were upstairs, you were still visible to the eye if you caught someone’s attention. Jules seemed to hear the whistle as well, and he grinned, waving up to the suite. The three of you waved to Jules while Davi waved to his cousin who was standing next to Jules. For once, you were excited to cheer on your best friend. This could be fun, you thought. Davi chanted along with the fans and began bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“Are you a big fan?” He shouted over the growing noise of the stadium chants.

“I don’t know anything at all!” You admitted sheepishly in a loud voice, trying to be heard over the crowd. Davi leaned into your ear and lightly yelled, “Don’t worry doce, I’ll help you.” (Sweetie)

You couldn’t hide the goofy grin that spread across your face and you returned your eyes to the pitch to find Jules staring at you, his smile no longer there. You thought he was concentrating on the game but it didn’t seem like his expression was a reaction to what was about to unfold on the field. It felt as if it had something to do with Davi and it left you wondering about what you were told earlier.

Did he know Davi? Why did he talk about you to his teammates? Why did that woman think you were his girlfriend? But, instead of mulling over those questions you decided to enjoy the game and not let anything, not even Candace, sour the excited mood you suddenly found yourself in and began clapping along side Davi, who was chanting loudly.

“Boti, Boti, Boti! Madridista, qui no Boti, eh, eh!” (Jump! Jump! Madridista who ever doesn’t jump!)

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