ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ꩜⋆ i should be studying for my physics exam right now but i just had the sudden urge to make these texts for these silly bri'ish men ehe.. also i made declan's contact name as 'girl dinner' bc his last name is rice and that's basically what (asian) people have for dinner ahaha i'm so funny 👩🏻🦯 anyways hope you guys will like it ! i'm willing to take requests for fake texts so if you have anyone in mind (be it a f1/f2 driver or a footballer), you can send their names in my asks ! ^^
Then can I request a kylian fic where the reader is Jude and jobe Bellingham’s older sister and she is about 20/21 yo and she gets sm dms from different players, basketball players singer etc etc.. but then she gets a dm from kylian ( and kylian is her celeb crush) so she is over the moon then her brothers find out and become so overprotective over her.
Thank you for reading this long request bbs
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Celebrity crush (Kylian Mbappe x Reader)
Warnings: none really, just celebs flirting with you and being kind of suggestive I guess
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"Hey, Jude, care to tell me what your friend is doing on my dms?"
That definitely catches your brother's attention, walking over and taking the phone from your hand, his eyes widen when he sees Haaland react to your story with heart eyes, fires and a: looking good, Bellingham
"What an asshole" your brother says, scrolling up to see more messages like that from his friend "Any other friend of mine over your dms?"
You see your brother's intention of checking out more messages, you stand up, taking the phone off his hand, making him and Jobe -sitting on the couch, previously distracted, but now with a watchful eye staring at you-surprised.
Jude raises an eyebrow "What was that about?"
You give him a nervous smile "What was what about?"
"Taking the phone off his hand" Jobe says "What are you hiding?"
"Nothing, just don't want my little brother going through my dms"
"Do you have a boyfriend that you don't want us to know about?" Jude asks, his arms crossed, imitating your father whenever he saw you with some boy.
"And where did you get that from?"
"I don't know, you have been pretty cheery recently, not as annoying, and know are hiding something on your phone"
"You really want to see who else dms me?"
"I surely want to know if you are -Jobe cover your ears- hooking up with any of my teammates"
"I know what hooking up is...."
"Seriously, Jude? Fine, here, take it, I don't think you will find any of your friends there, but who knows?"
Honestly, Jude was kind of joking when he made his drama queen act about the dms, but he is not about to miss the chance of seeing who messages his dear sister.
Pedri González: coming any time soon to Barcelona? I can show you around the city and some real fun
Jamal Musiala: looking great, makes me want to show you who the best team of the Bundesliga really is
Harry Styles: wanna come to my next concert? Then we can find something better to do
Hero Fiennes Tiffin
Jude doesn't have time to read what that one said as his eyes go to the next name, he has that look that says: bullocks.
"You can't be serious, Kylian Mbappe?" he shouts, Jobe is instantly next to him watching your screen, your cheeks red.
Your brothers are speechless as they scroll over months of conversations in between you and who they know to be your celebrity crush, unbelieving when they see it was Kylian -or, Kyky as you call him-was the first to reach out to you, reacting to some story of yours of you tanning on the beach.
The man has invited you to France and all, and even offered to be the one to come and see you, doesn't matter if you are in Germany or England, he says he wants to see you.
"I can't believe it..." Jude sighs, Jobe nods.
"And you didn't tell us!"
"Because just look how crazy you are now. Besides, it's nothing serious, we are just friends"
"Yeah, right, that's why he constantly ssays you are hot and is desperate to see you"
"We are friends"
"You still should have told us!" the younger of the two says.
Jude is still for a second, seemingly deep in thought -you refrain from commenting how your never thought him to be one capable of thinking- he opens the camera, pointing at him and Jobe, whispers something at the younger one, you are confused, but refrain from saying anything as you see him press record.
"Hello Kylian, I am Jude, this is Jobe, but you must already know that judging by how much you seem to talk to my sister. You see, this video is just a warning to be very careful on whatever match we see each other next in, because I will be going after you. What on Earth is this about flirting with a maybe-future teammate's sister. Not cool at all, right Jobe? "
"Yeah! Not cool! At all!" you can't help but snort.
"So, yeah, just sleep with an open eye, and also, forget about my sister, she is too good for you even if she is pretty annoying"
"What? I am not annoying!"
"Yes you are, now shut up, I am not done yet" Jude turns again to the camera "Or you can continue talking to her and see what happens. Anyways, now I am finished, see ya around, Kyky"
They send the video, looking pretty proud of themselves.
Kylian opens your message as soon as it arrives as he always does, Jude and Jobe expectant for his reaction.
A couple of minutes later, a video from him arrives too, your brothers opening it without delay.
"Hello, Jude, Jobe, of course I know who you are, because you are right, I spend day and night talking with your sister and I don't intend to stop. I am pretty exited for what you will supposedly be doing next time we see each other Jude, I am sure you have some tricks up your sleeve - so do I, by the way. Really hoping we do end up as predicted on the same team, to see the look on your face when y/n uses my number instead of yours. Also, tell your sister to call me later, and don't be surprised when she travels to Paris on the next couple of weeks, she will be with me, my treat. Take care care you two, and give the phone back to your sister, I have something to show her"
Your brothers are speechless, and you, can't hp but laugh, taking your phone you start walking off, but turn to them "Oh, yeah, I will be asking you later for some tips about what to wear to Paris. I want to look my best, you know?"
You laugh at their expressions, a gentle smile taking over your face when a text from the man himself arrives, this time for you.
Your brothers are pretty funny, love, but we will also have to make sure to fill up the internet with photos about us when you come to me. Just as a payback.
Analysis - But Jude does have a reputation for pump and dump. Also as his mom stays at home he takes girls to a hotel room. Sometimes his mom drives him there too... yeah thats awkward.
But toby is a very shady guy. He is connected to a lot of models, escorts, hotels and clubs. However we should remember that Jude is his own person. If he is hanging out with guys like Toby out of his own accord then he might not be as clean as we think.
Jude also has a very pr trained personality and he is English media's darling. English media goes to great lengths to either protect or bash their own players. In Jude's case it would be protect atleast for right now. When bvb was having which team mater would you let your sister date Gio Reyna his very good friend immediately rejected Jude.
So ladies, gentlemen and they them Jude may not be as clean as we think. Ofc he is not a bad person but just a rich, hot and famous young guy who is hoeing around just like other footballer or even men his age do.
It was Vinicius who recommended him the place, a nice, unknown, little massage parlour somewhere along the forgotten streets leading up to Plaza Mayor.
The first thing that caught his attention was how empty the place was, a bored looking lady in the reception table checking out her nails as the typical hallway music played on the background.
The sound of his steps got her attention, her eyes didn't widden -probably used to Vini and other players visiting the place-, but he could see recognition on her face as she nodded her head on greeting as he introduces himself, she stood up and leaded him up to the farthest away chair from the windows and told him to wait.
A small chair was next to his chair topped by some magazines, his face visible in one of them, he still couldn't understand spanish, but he guessed they were throwing praises at him for scoring in all La Liga matches since his debut.
"Hi, I am y/n, I am in charge of your massage today"
A voice, your voice, caught his attention, and he was hypnotised from the very first moment, truly believing that he had died and went to heaven.
He tried to greet you back, he truly did, but not a noise came out of his mouth and he missed his opportunity when you arched an eyebrow and got down to work, he was already barefoot, you put some cream in your hands and started.
It were not only, your face and your voice which were angel made, also your hands as Jude could quickly feel the sourness and tiredness slip away and his feet to feel like new.
You were not talkative, or maybe not just with him after he didn't even greet you back.
Jude cleared his throat, yet you didn't look up to him as he scratched his neck and searched for any reason to speak with you.
"Do you watch football?" he wanted to hit himself, why couldn't he think about anything else? You laughed.
"Is that an indirect way of asking whether I know you or don't?" you inquired, looking up to him, a teasing look on your eye "I do know who you are and I do watch football, but maybe my team of choice won't be of your liking, or maybe yes as everyone knows of those tweets of you recognising the real goat"
"I suppose that means you have also seen that school project in which I wrote what my dream team was"
"I did, my brother went crazy calling you an hypocrite for then going to Real Madrid in what he deems a money operation and nothing more"
"He sounds like a real fan"
"Ask Vinicius what happened the last time he came over and my brother just happened to be here. Also tell him he still owes me that money"
"So, you work in this massage parlour and as a side job you do bets with football players for the extra money?"
"Not everyone is offered like a hundred million euros, you do what you have to do, Bellingham"
So, you were beautiful, you were smart, you liked football and you were funny as well as great at massages.
Jude was already down hard, he even thought about purposely injuring himself to come back sooner.
The massage was entirely too short for his liking -it went on for over an hour, you didn't tell him how you were purposely slow to keep on chatting with him.
Turns out, Jude Bellingham wasn't just great at football, but also at mantianimg long conversations and making sure to keep eye contact even while you worked on his feet.
When you finished, Jude almost asked you to keep going, but he didn't want to seem desperate, but he did leave a special note with his phone number written down alongside a generous tip.
He couldn't help but laugh before asking you out on a date, when you sent him a photo of what you had spent your tip on.
You did look good in red and blue, but he bet you would look even better with his last name on your back.