I know people voted for Barca boys but I NEED more real madrid content
Cloudy Night | Real Madrid Boys
Summary: You accompany them during this rough patch they're experiencing.
Warnings: cursing.
Kylian
"I was horrible." He says, throwing his toiletry bag on the coach.
"Ky-"
"A fucking failure." He yells.
You take a few steps back, letting him have his space to yell, to throw things, to punch a pillow if he may.
You walk to the kitchen, grab a cup, and serve cold water on it. You walk back to where he is, hands on his head.
You tap on his head, offering the glass of water. He just nodded and drank it. "Thanks."
Jude
You sit down next to him, passing your arms around him. You know he needs someone to hold him for him to let himself crash down.
"I love you." You say, tighting your hold on him. "You did everything you could, Kyks. You weren't going to get out of that pitch with an injury, you already had a bother."
"I could've run faster, pass the ball more times, kick it bett-"
"Look at me." You say, separating from the hug. You grab his face in your hands. "You did everything you could, I promise to you that everybody knows you did."
"I don't feel like that."
"I know, I'm so sorry that I can't share my eyes with you so you can see what I see. Kylian, you did more than anybody."
"Then why does it feel like I didn't?"
"You are upset, and that's okay, I promise this will be better. I'm here for you, your parents are here for you, Ethan is here for you. We love you, and we think you are the best."
He hugs you again, appreciating your words. He knows this rough patch is hard, but he has you and his family. That was all that matters right now.
"I promise this is going to be better." You kiss his shoulder. "And I'll be here, with you."
Brahim
"A fucking joke." He yells.
He's not yelling at you but yelling at himself. He feels defeated, all the effort he thought was enough was not even minimum.
"I'm a fucking failure." He yells again, throwing his jersey to the wall. "Fuck me."
You try to let him yell, you want to let him throw things, you let him decompress. You feel like it's enough.
"Jude, let's sit down." You say, grabbing his arms. "Come here."
You won't say < calm down >, you won't try to mention that word. He will get more upset. So you try to make it better by just reassuring him.
"Hey, I'm here." You say, hugging him tight. "I'm here, love."
"I did everything, and that wasn't even enough." He cries.
"You are not a failure, Jude. The team is having a bad season, and that's okay. That doesn't make you a failure or a joke."
"I'm Spain's biggest joke." He cries. "I was on the run for the Ballon d'or. Now I'm a fucking joke who can't even score."
"This is just a bad season, love. I know it seems like the end of the world, but you are the current winners of the Champions League, you won la Liga last season, you got so many things."
"I could've done more, workout more."
"You did, Jude. Everything will be better." You smile.
"You promise?"
"I promise, and I'll be here through everything."
Arda
You try to walk behind him, but his pace is too quick for you. The first thing you hear when you enter his house was his bedroom door slamming shut.
You close the door of the house, you don't want to go upstairs just yet. You know better than that.
Brahim even asked you to let him cold down when he's mad. He's one of those people who likes be alone and you respect that.
You walk into the kitchen, grabbing the ingredients to make something for dinner. He will be hungry after a while, and you need to make sure he gets something.
You wait patiently for him. You are in the second chapter of your show when you hear him go down the stairs.
"It's late." He says, voice soft. He walks to where you are, giving you a kiss to the cheek. You pat the spot next to yours on the couch.
"Come sit, we need to talk."
He does not waste any moment to hug you. Letting you know that it was more than just the critics, more than people saying it was his fault for letting the others get the goal.
"It wasn't your fault, Luca told you that, Carlo told you that, Kylian told you that."
"Then why do I feel like that?"
"Becasue you are a human, and you have feelings. This is a rough season for everyone, for Carlo, for you and the others, the workers at the club. Believe me that nobody is blaming you."
"I tried my best."
"You did, I promise you did."
"I don't want to be alone."
"You aren't, we are together. Even when you can't score." You joke, kissing his cheek.
"That's mean." He laughs. "Love you."
"Can I sit?" You ask him, stepping out in the balcony. "Can we talk?"
"Is there anything to talk about?" He asks, head low. "I wish I could have more minutes. People always say that I don't do anything but I can't do anything on the bench!"
You nod, letting him take everything he wants to say out. You know he ends to ramble, to say everything out loud.
"And when I'm on the field, I try, but not everyone passes the ball to me." He explains. "The other day Luca passed it to me, and then Lucas was asking why not to him. What can I do?"
You move your hand up and down his back. You want him to know that no matter what, you are there to listen to his words.
"Kylian says that I need to wait, that everything will change, but when?"
"Can I say something?" You ask, making him nod. "I know this is hard for you, mostly because you've been trying to show that you are good enough to be playing and not on the bench. You are good enough, you know that?"
"I don't feel like that."
"Well, Arda." You hug him. "You are, and I promise that even if el Mister goes to another team, the new Mister will see your potential, and you are going to shine more than ever."
"You think so?"
"I know so." You smile, kissing his cheek. "And I'll be there, clapping for you, celebrating every goal, every assist, everything."
