#barcola

[dixheuresdix]

Can you write something about jealous Doue? it could be a continuation of the interviewer on where a teammate or opposition don’t know that you’re dating but they keep flirting with you and it gets to him 👀 love your fics!!

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désiré doué x f!interviewer!reader.

dating.

note: it can be a part 2 to that fic, but u can read them separatly. thanks for ur req <3

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: barcola keeps flirting with you, not knowing that you're dating désiré.

what you had not mastered was pretending nothing was happening when your secret boyfriend was glaring at his own teammate from across the mixed zone.

désiré and you had been together for months but with no soft launches, no suspicious likes, and no leaked pics. not even his teammates knew.

especially not bradley, which was unfortunate because he had decided he liked flirting with you.

the post-match area buzzed with movement. staff walked quickly through the corridors, players drifted in and out, microphones changed hands, and producers chased reactions before the news cycle moved on.

you checked your notes while waiting for your next guest.

“you look too serious.”

you looked up. barcola stood in front of you already smiling, tracksuit half-zipped, completely at ease.

“i’m working,” you said.

“crazy.”

“for an interviewer?”

“for someone this pretty.”

you gave him a practiced smile that meant behave.

“do you always flirt before interviews?”

“only when i think it’ll help me get easier questions.”

“it won’t.”

“worth trying.”

he leaned casually against the barrier beside you.

“so what are we talking about tonight? my pace? my talent?”

“none of those.”

“cold.” he laughed, clearly enjoying himself.

you were about to answer when the atmosphere behind him shifted. you didn’t need to turn to know why, désiré had arrived and you felt it before you saw him. when you finally looked, he was standing a few meters away in media gear, waiting for his own interview slot. his eyes flicked from barcola’s hand resting near yours on the barrier to your face then back to barcola.

bradley, oblivious, kept talking.

“you know,” he said, lowering his voice playfully, “if you ever want an interview outside the stadium–”

“bradley.”

“we could do it at a cafe.”

you almost laughed.

almost because over his shoulder, désiré has his eyes on you.

“you’re very committed,” you said dryly.

“improvement.”

“nonsense.”

your producer signaled that you were live in thirty seconds.

“go stand there.”

“bossy.”

“move.”

he obeyed, still smiling.

“we’re joined now by bradley barcola after tonight’s performance…”

the interview went smoothly, mostly because you were too trained to react when he kept sneaking jokes into serious answers.

twice he made you laugh, once he thanked you for “the warm welcome” and when the segment ended, he leaned in as the camera light switched off.

“still waiting on that coffee.”

before you could reply, another voice cut in.

“she’s busy.”

barcola turned, smiling. désiré stood there now, already mic’d up for his turn.

he blinked. “relax, i’m joking.”

“funny.”

you nearly choked because to everyone else, it sounded like ordinary teammate banter but to you, it sounded like a warning. bradley raised his hands, amused.

“okay, okay. all yours.”

he walked off laughing and you kept your eyes on your notes because looking at désiré would be a mistake.

“you’re next,” you said professionally.

“am i?”

“stand on the mark.”

he stepped into place too close.

“coffee?”

you kept your face neutral.

“don’t start.”

“he talks too much.”

“you’re jealous.”

“i’m observant.”

the cameraman counted down.

“we’re live.” you straightened.

instantly, he became perfect, not one trace of jealousy visible to anyone watching but every time you asked a question, his eyes stayed on yours a second too long and when the interview ended, he brushed past you as if nothing had happened.

his hand barely touched the small of your back.

later that night, your phone buzzed.

désiré:

did he get the coffee?

you:

are you serious?

désiré:

answer

you:

no

désiré:

cool

you:

you were unbearable tonight

désiré:

and you’re still texting me

you:

bcs i need to remind you that you’re insane

désiré:

come over

you:

that’s not an apology

désiré:

didn’t say it was

you:

jealous boy

désiré:

yours though

poor bradley

dixheuresdix, like and comment <3

[footballlovesworld]

would u be able to do like a list of certain players like barcola, desire, olise etc - whoever u want - and describe how they dedicate a goal to reader in the world cup

How They'd Dedicate a World Cup Goal to You 🤍🏆

Bradley Barcola

Bradley would score, freeze for a second as the stadium erupted, and then immediately look for you in the crowd.

Not the cameras.

Not his teammates.

You.

The second he spotted you, his entire face would light up.

He'd point directly at you before making a small heart with his hands.

Later, when interviewed, he'd get embarrassed when the reporter brought it up.

"Was that celebration for someone special?"

Bradley would try not to smile.

"Maybe."

Meanwhile, the entire internet would already know exactly who it was for.

Désiré Doué

Désiré would be shameless.

Absolutely shameless.

The second he scored, he'd blow a kiss straight toward your section.

His teammates would instantly start teasing him.

The cameras would zoom in on you.

Commentators would start connecting the dots.

And Désiré?

He'd love every second of it.

After the match, he'd casually post a photo from the celebration with the caption:

"That one was for her 🤍"

Causing complete chaos online.

Michael Olise

Michael wouldn't do anything dramatic.

At least not intentionally.

He'd score.

Celebrate with the team.

Then while jogging back toward the halfway line, he'd glance up at the stands.

Just one look.

One tiny smile.

One small nod.

Nobody else would understand it.

But you would.

Because Michael had never been the type to make things public.

The dedication would be subtle.

Private.

Just for you.

Which somehow made it even sweeter.

Jamal Musiala

Jamal would score and immediately become overwhelmed by excitement.

Running everywhere.

Getting tackled by teammates.

Laughing.

Smiling.

The happiest person in the stadium.

Then later, while celebrating, he'd suddenly remember you were watching.

His eyes would find yours.

His smile would soften instantly.

And after the match?

The first thing he'd ask wasn't about the goal.

It would be:

"Did you see it?"

As if there were any chance you'd missed it.

Kylian Mbappé

Kylian would act confident beforehand.

Very confident.

"I'll score today."

"That's not how football works."

"It does when I'm playing."

Then somehow he'd actually do it.

After scoring, he'd point toward the stands where you were sitting.

The cameras would immediately catch it.

The commentators would notice.

Social media would explode.

And when asked afterwards, Kylian would simply shrug.

"She believed in me before everyone else did."

Cue millions of people crying.

Jobe Bellingham

Jobe would be trying so hard to stay cool.

So hard.

He'd score.

Celebrate normally.

Everything would be going perfectly.

Until he accidentally made eye contact with you.

Then he'd completely lose the ability to act nonchalant.

A grin would spread across his face immediately.

The kind he couldn't hide even if he tried.

And later that night he'd pretend the goal dedication wasn't obvious.

It was.

Very obvious.

Xavi Simons

Xavi would have the biggest smile in the entire stadium.

After scoring he'd run toward the corner flag before pointing straight at you.

Then at himself.

Then back at you.

A silent:

"Did you see that?"

You'd be laughing.

His teammates would be laughing.

The commentators would be laughing.

Because even at the biggest tournament in the world, Xavi would still somehow turn into an excited golden retriever whenever you were around.

And honestly?

That's exactly why everyone loved him. 🤍

[livesunique]

Miramare Castle, Gulf of Trieste, Trieste, Italy

[sexyfootylover]

Bradley Barcola letting his ass breathe after his shorts fell down

[boooo-hoooo]

Awww how cute 😭

But like where do people even get these type of pictures. People are nosy asf 😂

[v4mpteija]

AYEEE it’s Barcola’s birthday todayy👅💕

Everybody say happy birthday right now.

[canwntfan]

ICI C'EST PARISSSSSSSS!!!!!!!❤️💙🔛🔝👑

[danleydon]

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