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pavardscherie · 1 year

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girl dad benji has me in my FEELS! do you think you could write about the first time little girl goes to a game and benji is just so proud that she’s there and brings her all around the locker room showing her off to everyone? 💕💕

you’re making me fall even more in love with benji —

it’s been three month since you gave birth to the beautiful girl in your arms. the new role has been difficult in the beginning since benji still had to leave a lot because the games and training sessions didn’t wait for noelle to grow up. but this time, this one saturday, you decided to watch the game against freiburg and show the princess the allianz arena for the first time.

a pair of noise-reducing headphones covered her small ears, dressed in one of the first crimson-red bayern jerseys, benji brought home after a game. seated close to the pitch, you had the best view of your husband throughout the ninety-two minutes, and he even scored a goal. by the time the referee blew the whistle to end the second half with a win for the number one of the chart, benjamin grabbed a water bottle and jogged over to the stands.

behind you, the supporters almost went crazy. screaming his last name, reaching out with their phones and trying to get the match-worn jersey. and he would have been happy about the attention, he would have cared for it if his eyes would not have landed on the sweet, sleeping princess in your arms. the world around him seemed to vanish, it didn’t matter where he was or who shouted his name.

benji’s arms quickly found their way around noelle, picking her up from your lap and holding her tightly to his chest. the fans and cameras went crazy at the sight, taking millions of photos while the defender tried to hide the face of the little one. “i will take her to the team, are you coming with me?”

you nodded your head frequently, relieved to leave the mass of fans that gathered in the front of the stands to receive an autograph from benjamin. and he didn’t want to seem mean, or act like an arrogant fool but as soon as his fingers only touched noelle’s little body, he was pulled into another world. climbing over the stands with the help of a security guard, benjamin led you towards the catacombs, where most of the team already changed clothes and celebrated their important win to increase the points.

before even reaching the locker rooms, the loud laughs of müller and sommer already echoed through the busy corridors. photographers waited at the end, their cameras tightly in their hands and trying to take a couple of very interesting pictures for their websites, and the social media accounts of the club.

you quickly followed the hurried steps of your boyfriend, noelle pressed tightly to his chest and ignoring the incoming questions from the interviewers about the new-born baby in his muscular arms. when benji reached the locker room, kimmich’s eyes focused immediately on him and as the captain, he instructed the team to lower their voices and not interrupt noelle’s tight sleep.

“well boys,” benjamin stepped into the silenced changing rooms, followed closely by you. wrapped up in a rose blanket, and dressed in her sweet woolen cardigan over the bayern jersey, noelle smacked in his arms, moving slightly to cuddle herself further into the warm material and benji’s arms. “i’d like to introduce you to noelle, my beautiful princess. she’s just three months so no touching.”

you stayed in the door, the shoulder leaned against the frame and watching in awe, how benjamin carried the little girl through the attentive gazes of his teammates. after telling him that he could not fulfill his dreams of a little boy following into his footsteps, his mood changed for a couple of days. his expectations were completely overthrown when he saw noelle for the first time. since the first day, benjamin and noelle were inseparable. she slept more in his arms and cuddled up with her father than in her own crib. it was beautiful, a sweet sight and your phone was flooded with pictures of them.

“look at that cute little girl.” sane cooed, smiling widely as the team gathered around noelle and benjamin. most of the mates already had their own children, and always teased benjamin for not going a serious step forward with his marriage. and yet, a new baby in the locker room always seemed like a huge surprise.

“she’s way too beautiful to be benji’s!” müller chuckled, carefully patting benjamin’s shoulder with the dry palm of his hand. “she has your curls.” leon interrupted the joking ways of müller, and ruffled a large hand through the chestnut curls on benjamin’s head.

the praise from the boys, the little resemblances spoken by the teammates made him extremely proud. benjamin’s soft gaze drifted from the smiling mates around him to the little girl in his arms, watching how her small hands moved and tried to grab her woolen cardigan.

benjamin held the whole world in his hands before. being part of a popular and successful club for over two years, and having a certain position in the starting eleven of each game. playing football, doing what he loves so much and earning money for it.

but benjamin’s world changed, turned upside down when the babygirl was born. noelle pavard became all the good things in his life, and added another tad of happiness. and you were allowed to watch his loving gaze, how his brown, soft orbs traveled over the sleeping girl in his arms.

his long pointer finger reached out, carefully stroking over the soft skin of noelle’s strawberry-red blushed cheek. “you know, i made this beautiful, little girl.” benji muttered, his heart swelling with extreme pride.

“sure, but you had a little help.” joshua commented, patting the defenders shoulder and nodding towards the door. benjamin’s gaze followed his gesture, his lips curling into a wide smile at the sight of you. arms crossed, leaned against the doorframe and watching the loving interactions. but it was obvious, that you couldn’t wish for a better dad for little noelle than benjamin.

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oh-saints · 11 months

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Would you write a fluffy imagine for Benji Pavard? Like having a little french session and he kisses reader after they get something right? <3

ahjjsskdkl 🤯🤯🤯 oh to be taught by ben.........

but hope you like it nonny! <3

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French is notorious for being a hard language to master and knowing this, your boyfriend is more than happy to provide an extra motivation for you…

benjamin pavard x you

tw: google-translated French words so pls cmiiw

wc: 0.8k

note: this was fun to write but also the hardest bcs I’ve forgotten the French lessons I had during high school. damn, so old. but anyway, I happen to write this during my layover so this is not yet beta-read.

request still open until tonight & you can submit them here!

it was a rather slow day for ben.

having won another Bundesliga trophy, thomas tuchel granted his players a cut to their slacks for this entire day—knowing his players must’ve celebrated wildly at their favourite local pub till the wee hours in the morning—before continuing another rigorous session tomorrow.

so ben decided to surprise you at home with some of the pastry delicacies you’d come to love from his favourite bakery—which was rather hard, finding an authentic French bakery in munich—and your favourite tub of ice cream. your choice of hangover remedy was odd, he found at first, but now he couldn’t ask for anything else to cure his buzzing head.

ben was expecting you to be sprawled in your working station—which happened to be the coffee table in the living room—with sheets and papers and numbers all over the place, as usual, so he was the one getting surprised at the only sight of your laptop and your hair was not tied in a pucca bun. the latter would’ve meant you were dealing your work with stress and that would’ve been something he could take on well by now.

“gauche means left…” you spoke to yourself as you jotted down the meaning. “droit means right… so that means c'est à gauche du four?” (it’s to the left of the oven)

“c’est à côté de four sounds better, no?” (it’s next to the oven)

you were startled at ben’s voice, the owner placing down his shopping bag at the kitchen island. you panicked instantly—not because you thought it could be somebody else, but that would mean ben just found out about your little secret. the one that you’d been working on since you started dating him six months ago.

“ben!” you jumped to your feet, albeit standing awkwardly because you weren’t ready to reveal the reason why you were enrolling yourself to a French lesson. “I don’t know you’re coming home early.”

“coach dismissed us early,” ben chuckled at your weird stance, noticing your nerves, so instead of getting his usual welcoming embrace from you, he was the one who pulled you to his arms. “too many of his players left their heads at the club.”

fuck your initial thoughts, your mind was being taken over by your favourite scent—ben after showering with a bit of his perfume spray—and your favourite kind of warmth exuding from your boyfriend’s body. naturally, you hugged him back, your hands trying to reach one another at ben’s back.

“never thought you’re picking up French, ma chérie,” he placed a well-positioned kiss on the crown of your head. “tu t’en sors?” (how are you managing?)

“pas trop, non,” not really, you replied and ben smiled wider, despite you not being able to see them. for someone who was previously confused about left and right, you were doing better than average in accent and simple phrases like this. “can you help me out?”

“thought you’d never ask,” and when you flashed him those eyes that reminded him of a lost puppy, he was a goner. he didn’t think he could ever say no to that, so cute he could die. instead of dying, though, he kissed your lips. “what topic are we covering today?”

“I’m having troubles with directions...” you said sheepishly as you sat back down, him following suit. “you know I’m generally not good with them too.”

ben laughed because you were right. you and maps shouldn’t belong in the same room without assistance. but he pecked your cheeks anyway. “but I’m already proud of you figuring out how this whole feminine and masculine thing, just so you know, okay?”

a praise from the native certainly uplifted your mood again. you were on the verge of breaking down before ben stepped into the house because god damn, that was difficult. if you weren’t planning on giving him a surprise for their 1st anniversary, you would’ve given up.

but later, you realised that it was rather ben’s preferred method of teaching. he never scolded you if you got any of the pronunciations or the articles wrong, he just corrected you gently. whenever you nailed a difficult word, you’d always get praises from him. and whenever you figured out a sentence on your own, your boyfriend would always add a kiss at the end of his praise.

“bien joué, ma chérie!” well done, my love and followed by a peck, was the most common form of his praise.

but there was also times when he was truly blooming in joy and proud as you aced a more complicated sentence, both by structure and by grammar, on top of not getting confused between left and right. that was when he slipped in a longer sentence because he knew you love his kisses so much, anywhere everywhere.

“félicitations, mon amour,” he whispered after giving you a longer, deeper, more deserving kiss before diving in again for another peck. “tu l’as bien mérité.” (congratulations, my love. you deserve it.)

you really should’ve asked for his tutelage in the first place instead of subscribing to duolingo if this was what you’d get every French lesson.

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marlenelyra · 1 year

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Just something really really fluffy for Benjamin Pavard<33

B. Pavard- Red Card

Fluff

An: I swear my whole writing consist of waking up and cuddling. Also this isn’t so fluffy so I will write another one but I just wanted to get this imagine out here

Benjamin woke up in a hotel room, to his stupid alarm going of, a head resting on his bare torso. Today was a really important match. Better said: Championsleague match,

Bayern vs Paris-Saint Germain.

That’s why he was sleeping in a hotel room. He was in middle of Paris. He groaned thinking of the match as he rubbed his forehead he didn’t wanna go and of course was he grateful to be a part of the starting 11 but he really liked the idea of having you, his girlfriend, in his arms, only there for him for the rest of the day. Savouring the moment for a short time, inhaling your perfume, the smell of home. Since his whole family was living in France he didn’t really have anybody in Germany, except for his teammates, but sometimes that wasn’t enough, that was until he met you. The first time he had laid eyes on you was at a club where you were working as a bartender. From the moment he had seen you, he knew it was you. The girl that brought the feeling of home to him, that was always there for him. The girl he loved more than anything. You.

His phone buzzing again reminding him to get up, ripped him out of his thoughts. Your head stirred on his chest since you had woken up from the alarm.

„You have to leave?“ your voice rang in his ears

„Yes. I am sorry mon amour“ „but we’ll see each other during the match“ you could hear his voice covered in his thick French accent. His hands brushed the hair out of your face as you prepped your head up kissing his lips hard.

„I love you“ Even tho you didn’t want him to leave, you rolled yourself of him as he got out of bed. He changed his clothes as you watched him closely not once averting your gaze.

„Like what you see“ he asked amused

„Oh shut up“ you let your head fall back onto your pillow.

„take care, please Benji“ you looked at him

„i will, i love you, bye baby“ he answered as he left your room

You rolled over in bed falling asleep again.

You sat at the match in Paris your eyes following your boyfriend with the number 5 and last name Pavard on the back. He already had received a yellow after fouling Neymar, that meant another yellow card, he would get send of the pitch. So when Benjamin ran up to Messi to defend Bayerns goal, you knew this wouldn’t end well. Benjis leg slipping between Messis without touching the ball. That was another foul. The referees whistle was blown as he held up a yellow card a red card following. It was nearly the end of the game so it wasn’t that bad but still worry flashed your face as soon as you saw the referees decision sending Benjamin off the pitch. Your boyfriend walked disappointed off the pitch leaving his team behind. His figure leaving inside the tunnels at the side of the field.

You immediately stood up walking down the stairs in Benjamins Direction. Slipping past the Security guys with a Vip pass, Benjamin had given you before the game, you searched for him. Walking through the tunnels arriving at a door that read <changing room guest> you slowly opened the door in hope of finding the curly headed boy. Your eyes scanning through the changing room, landing on a figure with their head in their hands. It was your boyfriend. You slowly walked up to him kneeling on your feet in front of him. Your hands rested on his carefully.

„Hey love“ you mutter quietly

His head perked up his eyes locking with yours. You could see the disappointment and sadness and maybe even anger written over his face.

„I fucked up, how could I let that happen, I was supposed to protect the goal not make it harder to defend since there are now only 10 players left“ he hissed his head tilting down again and eyes looking on the floor

You looked at him sadly. God how you hated seeing him like this.

„Hey mon amour, look at me please“ you took both of your hands so the side of his face making him look at you. You smiled

„you did exactly what you were supposed to do, you defended the goal, and psg was getting a bit to close, so you did what you had to do as a good defender“ „you did the right thing, believe me these people are so grateful to have you, you were amazing out there today“

„God you amaze me every time again, i am so fucking proud of you, i love you Benjamin Pavard“

He smiled weakly eyes fixated on yours. How the hell did he get with you. You are amazing, always there for him. He was so inlove with you. His hand reaching up covering yours on his face as he leaned forward capturing your lips in a passionately kiss. You pulled away his forehead resting against yours and your noses slightly brushing.

„Thank you, I love you too“ he whispered slightly smiling. your try to cheer him up, seeming as if it had worked

„By the way, I like the shirt“ he motioned to the red jersey Pavard on the back, that you wore

„Yeah me too, I like the name, maybe some day I won’t have to wear the Jersey anymore because the name is already mine“ you smiled

„Definitely, just you wait“ he laughed kissing you again. He was happy you were here, he didn’t think he would know what he would do without you.

Your little make out session didn’t lass long since Benjamins Teammates came into the room through the door. They were laughing and all cheering.

„You did great out there Benjamin“ one said

You looked at him giving him the told you so look

„I’ll wait outside“ you said leaving the room as he laughed looking after you.

Later he had gone back on to the field as the fans were cheering for him since he played so well today.

Even tho he still wasn’t 100% happy with the game today, he started to accept it. But with a lot of help by you with kisses and cuddles in your hotel room.

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thatsdemko · 1 year

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Hey love! <3

Would you write for Benjamin Pavard? If you don't, please feel free to ignore me! <3

If yes, would you write something with him being obsessed with the reader? Like in a good way! Being whipped for the reader <333 hehe

a/n: I don’t know much about him so I did the best of my abilities to write this! hope you enjoy ☺️

he’d do anything for you. like literally anything for you. you could call at an ungodly hour and he’d drop whatever he was doing to be with you. it didn’t even need to be a phone call, you could text him you were stressed and he’d be there to help.

some of his teammates said he was whipped. having no idea what it meant, you had to look it up to find out they were correct. he was the exact definition of, “so in love with you that they would do anything you say.” except it was always within reason and never anything he didn’t want to do. he cared for you a lot, and he was careful to never overstep boundaries.

that morning you had a big presentation that you needed to begin to prepare for, and instead of waking up next to Benjamin he was in the living room setting up all of your notes that you spent hours typing last night for this morning. he even had already prepared breakfast for you.

“what’s all this?” you asked when you finally rolled out of bed to start your morning. you saw your bags had been packed, including lunch, and the mess you promised to clean up this morning was already gone.

“just to help you for today.” he shrugged simply.It made him happy to do the small things around the apartment for you, and it wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy it, but it did make you feel guilty that he picked up after you.

“you know, you are what your teammates say you are.” you giggled sitting down on the couch looking at all the papers spread out on the coffee table.

“and what’s that they say?” he asked, his head tilted, in a quizzical look, waiting for a response. when you looked up, you saw how dilated his pupils were. he truly was a man in love, and who could blame him? he never knew what love truly felt like until he met you, and since then he’s never wanted to get off the rollercoaster.

“that you’re whipped. you’re so in love with me you’d do anything, which explains you getting up before me and doing all this stuff. I love that you do that, but you know you don’t have to?” you pulled on his arm for him to sit down next to you, in which he did like you asked.

sighing he rested his head against the palm of his hand, “well, yeah I mean I do it because I love you and I want to. do you not like it?”

you did love what he did, it was helpful and it was kind, but you did believe he was truly under your spell. there was no other explanation for that. “I love what you do, ben. I think it’s cute how much you love me.” smiling, you pressed a kiss to his soft lips, going to pull away he pulled you back in for one more that was long and hard, but you could feel the passion on his tongue.

“now tell me about this big presentation. can I stop by with flowers after work?”

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pensat-i-fet · 1 year

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An Easter basket of surprises (Benjamin x Pavard)

**I got a request to write about Pavard with no specific topic and after wondering what I could do for him, this is what I came up with. Hope you all like it ❤️**

Word count: 2048

Masterlist

Wattpad

"Remember you have to do the video after training, ok?"

"Impossible to forget when you've told me a hundred times".

I try to concentrate on what matters, training. The team has been asking me to be in more and more videos for social media since I got a couple of individual awards and people learnt my name. I don't mind it when I get to film with one of the girls, but today they asked me to film with a male player. At least it isn't him.

"Are you coming with us?", asks Georgia when I'm done drying my hair.

"No, I have to do some filming for the team".

"Lucky you", she laughs. "See you later, then".

"Bye. Have fun!"

I walk towards the media area and see it's pretty empty.

"Am I early?"

"Not really but everyone has been panicking".

"Why?"

"The player you were going to film with isn't feeling well so they had to go find another one".

Relax, there are too many players on that team. You aren't going to be that unlucky.

"Who's coming then?"

"We'll find out soon".

They ask me to sit and wait and it only makes me more nervous so I undo and redo my ponytail about ten times. I always do that when I’m nervous.

"Hello gorgeous. Looks like we get to spend some time together today".

Of course, it's him.

"Hello, Benjamin. Let's do this quickly so it's over soon".

"You didn't say that last time", he whispers in my ear, only making me more annoyed.

"I didn’t want to be rude. But I was thinking about it".

He laughs, flicking my ponytail, which earns him a slap on the hand.

"Just pretend you like me for a second. It won't be that hard".

"I'm used to pretending and faking when I'm with you".

"Keep telling yourself that".

Benjamin and I had seen each other at team events multiple times but we never spoke. One night, I went out with some friends and we found him and his friends at a club.

After a couple of drinks, we were making out in the VIP area…and then I made the mistake of taking him home with me.

When we were having breakfast, I was trying to see what this could mean. I liked him and I had had a good time…but then one of his friends came out of my flatmate's room and started to chat with us. And saying he was an ass would be being too nice.

Dear Benjamin didn't bother to stop him from calling me all the names he wanted to. And when I told him to go to hell he just told me it was banter and that my reaction proved women couldn't play football because we are too sensitive. It was then that Benjamin finally reacted, by holding me before I punched his stupid friend’s face.

And that was also the last time we interacted properly. We saw each other but pretended we didn't. So it was back to square one. But not really.

"Ok, lovelies, we'll do a few Easter activities so they can be posted around the festivities. And you can talk a bit about the cultural differences between how this is celebrated in Germany and your countries".

"Sure", I say, walking towards the table where they had set all the things we'll be working with.

I don't notice any steps behind me so I turn to see where my partner is.

"Are you seriously staring at my ass?"

"Nope".

But his innocent look is fooling no one.

"Do we have to colour eggs?", he says, looking at the materials on the table.

"Yes!"

He doesn't share our media boss's enthusiasm and that entertains me a lot.

"I love painting eggs, don't you, Benji?"

"Benji?", his disgusted face is hilarious.

"Don't you like my nickname for you?"

"Not really, but it's better than what you called me last time".

I smile at him, proud of my choice of words at that moment.

"But nothing beats the things you called me while you were…faking it".

And the smile is gone.

“We’ll start filming in 3, 2, 1…”.

“Hi guys, we are here to do some fun Easter activities with all of you. We’ll start by colouring some boiled eggs while we snack on some chocolate eggs…no? I’m being told no but too late because I already stole a bowl!”, I show the bowl to the camera and can hear Benjamin chuckling next to me.

“Make sure you send your best designs to Bayern’s Twitter and the winner will get a very special price”.

“A date with you? Oh no, you said special. Must be something else”.

I think for a second that I pushed the joke too far and I’ll be told off and that this bit will be edited out of the video, but everyone in the room laughs and I see that as a sign to carry on.

“Most of our audience is probably just here because of you, so a date with you will be a better price”.

“You aren’t lying. But only the luckiest guys get to date me. And if they mess up…”, I exemplify what happens by throwing one of the eggs to the table and squashing it with my fist. “But let’s paint!”

We concentrate on our drawings, not letting the other see what we are doing. But the cameras do move around us getting some angles of our fantastic creations.

“Ok, this is what I did. It’s the Bayern crest…kind of”.

I look at Benjamin’s drawing and it’s actually not bad so I nod.

“I drew you!”

“Really?”, his tone lets me know he doesn’t know whether he should be happy or scared.

“Look!”

When I show the egg to the camera, everyone starts laughing.

“I think it’s uncanny”.

“That’s Shrek”.

“Yeah…uncanny”.

He shakes his head and moves to get one of the chocolate eggs from my bowl. Our arms brush when he does that and I can feel goosebumps forming on them. I wish I could say his presence has no effect on me but…I do find him attractive and our night together was good. Too good. But he’s still an asshole.

“What’s next?”

“Well, you have to try the traditional Easter bread we have so better stop eating so much chocolate”.

“Oh, don’t worry. There’s plenty of room here for bread”, I say, patting my stomach.

“I can help you burn the calories later”, says Benjamin when he walks past me towards the other table.

“In your dreams”.

“Yeah, you’ve been in those once or twice”.

I don’t want to, but I blush at his words. And he loves seeing me like that.

“No witty comeback about having nightmares with me”.

“No, I’ve actually dreamt about you a few times”. “Really?”

“Yeah”, I nod. “And I woke up feeling as disappointed as the day I woke up next to you so…you might have a point. A bit nightmarish”.

One of the ladies from the media team grabs my arm while I’m walking to the table.

“Look, the banter is good and fun. But don’t take it too far and…sort that sexual tension you two have out before you both explode or something”.

“We don’t…”.

“Sure, honey”.

Is that what everyone in the room is thinking? It feels as if all of a sudden I can feel everyone looking at me and wondering about that. Gross.

So I just sit down, determined to not let my feelings towards the guy next to me affect how I behave.

We are asked about the food we eat in our countries during Easter and Benjamin goes on and on (and on) about the French traditions.

“What about you?”

“Um…I don’t care as much about what we eat in my country but I loved the hot cross buns I ate in the UK when I played for Chelsea. I wish I could buy them here”.

“I don’t know what those are”, says Benjamin.

“I’ll show you a photo later”.

My response makes him raise an eyebrow. Am I going to get judged for being bitchy but also for being polite?

I’m still eating some of the bread when we are asked to go do the final activity.

“Ok guys, we’ve hidden some eggs and you need to find them. Whoever gets 6 first wins!”

And if there is something that my partner and I have in common, it’s our competitiveness. So the moment we hear the instructions, we are already moving around the place trying to find the eggs.

“I’ve got 5!”, I yell. “How many have you got?”

“4…but don’t distract me”.

The first few were in pretty obvious spots but they really knew how to hide the rest. Do they want us to be here all day?

I spot another one and run towards it, but so does Benjamin, causing us to bump into each other. And because I’m really that lucky, I fall on my bum.

“You ok?”, he says, kneeling to check on me.

“Just embarrassed and my bum hurts”.

“I could kiss it better if you want to”, he winks.

“You wish you could do that”.

“Yeah, I wish I could”.

When I take the hand he’s offering to help me get up, I stare into his eyes and something happens. I don’t know what but…it is something strange.

“Mine!”

When I finally recover from our weird moment, I realize he took the egg with him, tying us with 5 eggs each. Whoever gets the next one wins.

We keep running around and then I see another egg. But…I’ve looked there so many times already and there was nothing. I look back and see Benjamin still away from me so I get the egg quickly.

“And six! I won!”

“Congrats”, he says, staying where he was.

We are told to do a little outro and then we’re done. Finally.

“He let you win”, says the sound guy who’s taking my mic off.

“What?”

“He saw the egg somewhere else and put it on the floor so you would find it”.

“But why would he…”.

“Maybe because it’s pretty obvious that he likes you”.

I don’t like having so many people around me analysing my relationships with people but…maybe they have a point?

“Hey!”

“Are you talking to me?”, it’s funny how surprised he is.

“Why did you let me win?”

“I didn’t…”.

“Save it, someone told me you did”.

He looks away and takes a deep breath. “I knew it would make you happy”.

“Why do you care about my happiness?”

“Because what happened between us could have been more than a one-night stand and I have been thinking about it ever since. And because I'm not the asshole you think I am”.

He had? I…well, I have thought about it. But then I always remembered his friend and I got over the idea.

“But you won’t give me an opportunity because my friend, that’s no longer a friend, was rude to you”.

“That’s not the reason. The reason is that you didn’t say anything. When he was calling me a golddigger or saying women couldn’t be professional footballers, you were quiet”.

The realisation hits him finally. “Sorry, I should have said something. I mean, I said it when we left. I haven’t seen him ever since”.

That…that changes things. Whether I want to face it right away or not.

“Are you planning on being his friend again?”

“Not when he treats other people like he treated you. I have no time for people like that”.

I nod. “Maybe I could give you a second chance, then. With no alcohol and douchey friends to bother us”.

“Really? When? Now?”

“Relax. I’ll tell you when I’m ready”.

I take my bag and open it to give him his Easter gift.

“Here’s your portrait on an egg. Keep it on your bedside table so it reminds you of me until I decide when you get to woe me”.

With a smile on my face, I walk towards the door that leads to the parking lot. But before I leave, I turn around to look at Benjamin again.

“Stop staring at my ass”.

“Date me already so I can do more than staring”.

#benjamin pavard #benjamin pavard imagine #benjamin pavard one shot #benjamin pavard angst #benjamin pavard fluff #footballer imagine #footballer one shot #footballer angst #footballer fluff

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emwritesfootball · 2 years

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Stretch Mark Insecurity | Benjamin Pavard

Hey i just saw your requests are open!! Could you do a fluff with pavard (I love him so much🥰❤️). Maybe one were the reader is insecure? Perhaps about her stretch marks and he reassures her that he loves her no matter what ( you can choose something else about insecurities if you want!)

Warnings: a little more angst than intended but I hope you enjoy

A/N: thank you for the request, frenchgirlinlondon x

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You stepped out of the shower, sighing in disgust as you caught sight of your stretch marks in the mirror. You quickly dried yourself off, reaching for your stretch mark cream. “What are you doing?” Came Benjamin’s voice, making you gasp.

“Just my after-shower routine,” you reply defensively, covering yourself with your towel.

“Chérie, you know you don’t have to hide your body from me.” A hurt expression crosses Benjamin’s face and you can’t help feeling a little badly that you’ve upset him.

“I know,” you sigh, closing your eyes for a moment so you could regain your composure. “It’s just… you look at me so lovingly when we’re having sex that I don’t want that to change when you see me like this.”

“Like what? Chérie, you always look beautiful.”

The pure confusion on Benjamin’s face makes your heart break even further, a pit of dread in your stomach. “You say that now, but you’ve only seen me naked in the dark.”

Desire flashes in his eyes at the mention of sex. “Yes, and I know every inch of your beautiful body. I already find you desirable and nothing is going to change that.”

Slowly, you open your towel to reveal the stretch marks that spiderweb over your skin. They’ve been a source of insecurity your whole life and no amount of beauty, love-yourself campaigns in the mainstream will make you feel better about them. “They’re ugly, I know,” you say, looking away so you don’t have to see the lust drain from his eyes.

“Chérie, look at me. Please.” Benjamin’s voice is barely a whisper. When you do, all you see is love in his eyes. “They’re not ugly; you’re not ugly.” Tears start to form at his words, relief lifting a massive weight off your shoulders as Benjamin reassures you that he still wants you. “I will always want you, Chérie. Always.”

“You say that now, but-”

“No,” Benjamin cuts you off. “I don’t know who told you that you weren’t beautiful, but whoever they were, they were wrong.” He reaches out, placing his hands gently on your hips as he traces over your skin and the stretch marks. “I love everything about you - never doubt that.”

“Benjamin, I… I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, Chérie. Just let me show you how beautiful I think you are.”

You let Benjamin take your hand and lead you to the bedroom, resisting the urge to cover yourself. He lays down next to you after he undresses himself, his hands and mouth all over you. Benjamin whispers loving words to you as he traces over your stretch marks, worshipping your body without the protection of the dark. When he’s done, he holds you in his arms,

“Chérie, promise me that next time you’re feeling insecure, you’ll come to me so I can kiss it all better, okay?”

“Okay,” you reply, snuggling deeper against his chest, your insecurities gone for the time being.

#my writing: benjamin pavard #requests: benjamin pavard #benjamin pavard fluff #benjamin pavard x reader #benjamin pavard blurbs #benjamin pavard blurb #benjamin pavard imagines #benjamin pavard imagine #benjamin pavard oneshot #benjamin pavard one shot

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greedyhoneyz · 8 months

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Paradise Kiss

.ೃ࿔*:･pairing: benjamin pavard x reader

.ೃ࿔*:･synopsis: summer fun with the girl of his dreams.

.ೃ࿔*:･cw: fluff. brief slapping.

.ೃ࿔*:･authors note: used google translate. some of the translations have me like 🥴 so please don’t drag me im trying. i seriously need to get better at describing kissing and romance in itself. didnt proofread.

Underneath the sweltering sun, primrose sand stretched out alongside the shore. It gleamed golden as the sea-blue tide glistened and twinkled along waves rolling in and out in rhythm as steady as a thumping heart.

The beach had welcomed Benjamin and (name) a day before when the sand was damp and the sea had churned to become a deep inky blue. However, as the evening sun settled beneath the horizon, welcoming night, the early morning sun brought a day of sunlight and hot spells. The beach, once desolate, invited its guests and residents along the coast to its clear waters and granular land.

The sand looked clean like sugar spread out for miles as it squished between Benjamin’s and (name’s) toes. Hand in hand, the couple trudged along the beach, a cluster of their belongings hooked underneath Benjamin’s arm.

The warm air was moist and humid; waves crashed quietly against the shore, dampening the beach surface with artefacts of sea shells– the beach house had long vanished into the distance.

It was clear outside and not a cloud lingered in the sky.

Music, loud chatter, the shrieking screams of children playing in the ocean, and the squalls of seagulls hovered above lurked in the air as (name) and Benjamin entered the swarm.

The essence of human life brightened the beach; people accustomed themselves to the toasty sand beneath their feet and the spirited ocean or rested beneath beach parasols and chairs, away from the scorching sun.

Benjamin drew his foot across the sand, scoring a line, and wrestled with the parasol perched into the sand. He decorated their claimed space with beach towels and the rest of their belongings whilst (name) watched, a portable fan held to her face.

“Voila!” Benjamin exclaimed, producing their newly decorated seats. He helped (name) to the floor, beneath the shade and settled beside her.

He studied her quietly, his eyes closely daring to her hands and the restful expression worn across her face as she forced her fan into his hand. “Tenez ça.” (Hold this.)

Rummaging through her beach bag, (name) fiddled through her belongings, pooling whatever she caught into her lap.

She turned to Benjamin with a smile and flapped her fingers, urging him closer.

He leaned in, squeezing his eyes shut as her full lips pulled together to form a pucker. He shuddered at the gentle wind that puffed out through her nostrils, bristling against the hairs on the top of his lip. He smiled meekly, his lips trembled, and slowly brought his forehead to hers.

They settled into a bubble of silence, the beach sounds muted beneath the gentle winds as (name) lathered her hands together, a mischievous smirk quirked at the corners of her mouth.

She caught Benjamin by surprise as her hand rose to blemish his cheek, smearing him with sunscreen. The force she exerted was so strong, it sent his head flying, along with splatters of white.

(name) burst into a fit of giggles, hobbling onto her knees. She hovered above Benjamin who lay awestruck on his beach towel, grinning maniacally, and crept her hands to his face. “Vous avez oublié de mettre de la crème solaire sur votre visage.” (You forgot to put sunscreen on your face.)

Dampening her hands, (name) worked her fingers along his face as Benjamin lay still beneath her, a hand on his swollen cheek.

His awestruck gaze bored into her face whilst her fingers gently motioned across his forehead and chin.

“Ah, c'est très bien.” (This is nice) Benjamin mewled quietly. He shut his eyes and blew a blissful breath between his lips.

“It’s nice for you,” (name) retorted sharply, dropping her hands. She hobbled away from Benjamin, laying back on her beach towel, and threw her sunscreen to him. “My turn.”

Slowly opening an eyelid, Benjamin turned his gaze to (name) as she settled herself beneath their beach umbrella. She laid on her stomach, crossed her arms and rested her chin on her hands, waiting.

Benjamin sat up leisurely and picked up the bottle, beginning to quietly lather his hands.

Perched on his knees, his figure casting a dark shadow over (name) as he brought his hands down to her back. Benjamin smoothed his hands across her skin, sculpting the lotion into her curves and along her thighs.

“Je suis bon pour ça, n'est-ce pas?” (I’m good at this, aren’t I?) Benjamin mused as (name) rolled onto her back. He rubbed her stomach tenderly and ran his palms up along her collarbones and neck.

“Oui, tu as des mains douces.” (Yes, you have gentle hands.) (name) hummed, shaking her head. She flashed a smile at Benjamin and blew a relief breath whilst he worked down her figure. He rubbed along her legs, applying extra care to her thighs before wiping his hands clean on his swim trunks.

Plopping flat beside (name), Benjamin closed his eyes, tucking his arms behind his head, and tuned to the heartful chatter and screams around him. Beneath the dark, shadow cast by their pergola, stillness came as the wind suddenly quelled, and a torrid wave of heat pervaded the shore.

Benjamin peeled his eyelids open, briefly glimpsing at the pergola above him and quickly stood to his feet. He fixed his swim trunks and gently called to (name) as she scrolled through her phone. “Ma douce,” (My sweet,) He cooed, his foot lightly pushing her beach bag aside. “Je vais nager, viens avec moi.” (I’m going to swim, come with me.)

“No. I want to stay here.” (name) cried playfully.

“Porqoui?” Benjamin frowned. He shifted his weight on his left leg and propped his hands on his waist, furrowing his brows together.

(name) shrugged, setting her phone on her chest. “Il fait trop chaud pour bouger.” (It's too hot to move.)

“Donc? L’eau va vous rafraîchir.” (So? The water will cool you down.)

“Help me up then.” (name) held her arms up and nodded for Benjamin to come closer. He shuffled towards her, crouched to his knees and curled his arms beneath her armpits, hoisting her up onto her feet.

“Thanks.” (name) muffled. She placed a kiss on the corner of Benjamin’s lips and fixed her bikini bottoms.

Hand in hand, both Benjamin and (name) sauntered through the golden grains of sand towards the ocean. The small crystals of sand that cushioned their toes, lay damp beneath the white foamed waves that gently broke at the shoreline.

The ocean was like a gentle blanket of brochure-blue, its horizon edged with a golden tint as it stretched along the horizon, and mingled with the silk sky.

Dipping into the ocean, Benjamin swam thoroughly through the water with (name) tightly hooked to his chest. He submerged deeper and deeper as the ocean reflected an emerald green and gawked in awe as (name) broke free. She glided forward, kicking her feet, and speedily twirled to Benjamin. She waved at him and managed to express a cheeky grin beneath her puff cheeks before swimming off to the abyss.

Benjamin tailed after her, crawling through the abyss as (name) twirled and spun around her. She toyed with him, swimming below him, tugging at his legs before he snagged her in a smooth attempt, and luged them both to the surface. Breaking through the rollers of gem-blue waves, the two fought for grasps of air.

Benjamin exhaled heavily and whipped his hands through his drenched locks as (name) reclined herself in her surroundings. He gaped at her and wadded towards him, her swiftful movements caught her attention.

She jeered her head to him and beamed from ear to ear at the awe-struck look in his eyes.

Not a word was muttered as Benjamin held his hands to her face, and slowly leaned in. His nose bristled against hers, their foreheads lightly tapped each other as his lips moved to take claim. He kissed her tenderly, his hands cupping the sides of her face and moaned euphorically as she shifted her lips in battle with him, luring him closer.

The beach horizon was a hook of gold that twinkled behind the gentle ripples of the ocean and stood muffed beneath the song of the waves. It glistened at a distance and watched fleetingly as both Benjamin and (name) floated away from the shore, hazed by their love and compassion.

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footballffbarbiex · 1 year

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dontexpectmuch · 1 year

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Heyyy love!

I loved the Benjamin Pavard Imagine you wrote so much omg <333

And while I was reading it, I thought of slow dancing with Benjamin? Could you write that? <33

“benji, do we really have to do this now.“ you whine out.

getting dragged out of your warm bed in the middle of the night wasn’t really something anyone enjoyed. all of this because you once told your boyfriend that french men were usually known for being romantic, him not really fitting into that stereotype.

you thought it was funny when pointing it out, you just wanted to mess with him a little, already loving him the way he was, but apparently he took it quite seriously.

“of course, mon ange, this is the perfect time, fais-moi confiance.” he looks back at you, smiling, his cheeks rosy from the cold, making him look ethereal, while also squeezing your hand a bit, as he continues to drag you out of your house, after forcing you to wear a coat and scarf, so you wouldn’t freeze.

you didn’t know why he was up at that time, but as soon as his eyes saw the white scenery outside, he decided to wake you up to, his words, ‘make you fall even more in love with him’, as if that would be even possible.

“the snow won’t be gone by the morning, love” you sigh, coming to a halt, now standing infront of him and looking up, his eyes already looking at yours.

“well, we can’t do this in the morning, can we?” suddenly he pulls you flush against his broad chest, one hand resting on your hips and the other holding yours.

understanding his intentions, you put your other hand on his shoulder, slowly swinging from side to side with him. the love sick grin not leaving either of your guy’s lips.

laughing breathlessly, a small fog cloud forming, you shake your head, eyes never leaving his, scared that this was a dream and he would disappear if you looked away.

“yeah, we couldn’t have done this.” you agree.

he looked so good, streetlights shining down on him, giving him an almost angel-like appeal, all while you continued to swing from side to side, him squeezing your hands three times.

your silent code for ‘i love you more than words could ever explain.’

he did that quite a lot.

but you had to give him the point, he truly did make you fall even harder in love than you could’ve ever imagined.

so, while the comfortable silence spread out even more you, too, squeezed his hands three times.

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abel makes me feel things that i did not know were able to be felt.

#benjamin pavard x reader #benjamin pavard x you #benjamin pavard #football x reader #football one shot #football #football imagine #benjamin pavard fluff #fluff

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sadhornyygirl · 1 year

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Request [Surprising him at one of his games <3]

Benjamin Pavard x Reader

Home

Benjamin woke up in a hotel room, but he barely slept that night, today he had a very important match, there was the Champions League,

Bayern v Paris-Saint German

He was apprehensive about the game, but mostly thought he was there (842.0 km) or 8h 50 min away. Y/n

An amazing, sweet girl he had met last summer, the girl who changed his life.

From the moment he saw you, he knew it was you. The girl who brought him a sense of home, who was always there for him. The girl he loved more than anything. You.

The cell phone next to him vibrated, taking him out of the trance. “Good luck Mon amour <3”

He smiled at the message and replied. He would like you to see the game, but he was very busy with college, and he respects that.

You settle into the stands, your eyes instantly seek out the 5 on the field, and there he is, Pavard, your Pavard, hair messy and sweating.

The game was nervous, and you were biting your nails, you decided to surprise him by coming to your game, you knew he would need support, especially his.

In the second half, minute 61, Choupo-Moting's goal, you were instantly more relieved, the smile of the number 5 when celebrating was priceless, nor the college work to pay for it.

At the end of the game, Gnabry increases the score and ends up 0×2, better impossible.

You ran to the locker room and from a distance you could already see him with his 6'1 (1.85 m)” there he was celebrating with his teammates, you walked up to him and hugged him in the back.

— These small hands can only belong to one person, he said, turning quickly

—Ma Cherie what are you doing here, he said, filling you with kisses

— I came to cheer for you Mon amour

— I thought this day wouldn't get any better, but with you, it's totally impossible.

— I love you so much Benjamin

— I love you so much more Y/n

And you smiled, hugging him, because amid all the chaos of your lives, you had each other to call home.

#benjamin pavard fluff #benjamin pavard x reader #benjamin pavard #benjamin pavard imagine

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pavardscherie · 1 year

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what kind of kisser do you think benji is?

hope everything is going well with your new home 🫶

so, it‘s early in the morning but let me turn on the imagination chamber of my brain.

new home, well it‘s chaotic and messy. we got the keys too late and are currently in a total hurry to get everything out of the old apartment into the new one. missing a couple of things, and still need to change address officially, so it‘s a load currently but thank you for the lovely words :))

benjamin‘s kisses are definitely one of a kind, i‘m so freaking sure about that. i mean, he‘s french right, and in my eyes, french males can‘t do anything wrong with kissing. it‘s just in their genes to do good.

i do think, there‘s a little shift in the way he kisses or shares such an intimate moment based on the situation. mostly, his kisses are very sweet. pillow-like lips pressed against yours, a long, lingering kiss before he decides to move them against your mouth. but it‘s not much, it‘s the laziest movements ever but it‘s just very sweet, very loving and truly putting all his love for you into those.

i like to think that benjamin is the type of guy, who doesn‘t kiss your mouth straight away. it‘s like, his arm over your shoulders, holding your head in place. little pecks on your red-tinted cheek, flustered from the cuteness, along the jaw and one on the tip of your nose until his lips finally capture yours.

it always seems to be to tease the hell out of you, but it‘s just to share the amount of love and admiration he feels for you.

but i‘m pretty sure also, that his kisses get very sloppy and all over the place when he‘s not satisfied with a particular result of a game. anger changes people, and it‘s nothing else with benji.

the biggest problem is that for him, it‘s more likely disappointment because he‘s one to always find a loophole and blame himself for an enemy‘s goal.

so, love making with him is very sweet, very passionate just like his kisses would be. traveling over your face with his lips, admiring every little freckle and every inch of your features with his mouth. creating a long trail of featherlight kisses across your forehead, your temples, your cheeks, your jaw, your chin and in the end your mouth.

but if he‘s in a bad mood, or just enjoys the minutes of a quickie with you, his kisses aren‘t as hesitant as described. sloppy, all over the place, tongue invading your mouth and his teeth digging into your bottom lip. literally anything to coax out the little, sinful sounds out of your dry throat.

but please, benjamin pavard is definitely a sucker for little forehead kisses, nose pecks and featherlight trails along the neck while burying his face in your hair.

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