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𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 ➺ k.mbappé

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — in which amara imani releases a certain video clip about her sex life with her boyfriend and said boyfriend gets teased for it

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — kylian mbappé x amara imani (oc)

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 8.8k

𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 — wild side [normani; cardi b]

taglist — @aechii @lorarri

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𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌

amara.imani and iamcardib

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amara.imani WILD SIDE OUT NOW. who wants to take me for a ride?

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liyah_clark babe, you can ride me all night long

amara.imani with pleasure babe

graceywood do you still have the keys to charles’ pista?

liyah_clark he bought me my own

lilymunhi alex, do better

alex_albon 😑

carmenmundt george take notes

georgerussell charles screwing us over again

username if my trio isn’t like amara, grace and liyah, i don’t want it

username THAT FRIENDSHIP>>>

username amara making my two world collide 🥹

ousmane_dembele i know someone who wants to take you on a ride

arianagrande two goddesses together

username can’t believe, she still able to dance like that even after suffering her injury

username that video made me question my sexuality

username FR how can someone be that fine

username i refuse to believe evan henderson fooled the entire world into thinking that woman was not gorgeous

liyah_clark GIRL that naked dancing scene had even me reaching for holy water

liyah_clark bet someone’s getting lucky tonight

amara.imani maybe 🤔 we’ll see

username i think we can all agree that we’re jealous of her man and not her

liyah_clark true

username that video was an awakening, a cultural reset

username i’ve never watched a video so often

iamcardib picking you up at five

amara.imani i’ll be ready

antoinegriezmann has he seen the video yet?

amara.imani don’t think so, please don’t show him 😳

achrafhakimi does that include not watching the video together

username the way i’m begging the gods now that amara and kylian are dating

danielricciardo i have secret footage of max and pierre dancing to wild side

pierregasly THATS A LIE

maxverstappen YOU HAVE NO PROOF

amara.imani dw guys, i believe you (send it to me)

username THE WAY I WOULD KILL FOR THAT VIDEO

charles_leclerc me too

amara.imani

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amara.imani getting emotional just thinking back. i missed it so much

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username the way she progressed and came back to us even stronger than she had ever been

username we really got our old amara back

username fr i still remember the way she used to be so shy in her videos

cynthia.e i’m so proud of you, we are all soo proud of you

amara.imani i love you so much 🫶🏾

username this world is truly amara’s and we’re all just living in it

lewishamilton you were amazing in the video amara, congrats

amara.imani omg i’ve succeeded at life

amara.imani lewis hamilton is a fan of my music

amara.imani my 16 year old me is definitely crying (i’m crying too)

graceywood you really came back to reign the top again

amara.imani and there’s no one i’d rather be doing that with than you

liyah_clark if anyone ever doubts you again, just show them that video and they’ll shut up really quick

liyah_clark also, charles just told me they created a ‘amara imani protection squad’ and the entire grid is in it

charles_leclerc amara is a honorary grid member

maxverstappen1 it’s not her against the world anymore but rather us against them

amara.imani 🫶🏾🥹

landonorris can we get free tickets for your next tour?

alex_albon ignore lando, we love you even without that (but can we pleaseee get tickets to your next tour)

amara.imani don’t worry guys, the next time i’ll go on tour you’ll be the first one to know

amara.imani if someone told me three years ago that the entire f1 grid would create a protection squad for me, I’d have probably called the police on them

amara.imani and antoine, if you’re reading this, you’ll be the second to know

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄

kylian mbappe liked to call himself a lucky man. he had it all. his dream job that consisted of him scoring against top teams, he lived in paris, the city of love and he had the perfect girlfriend — the girl he had crushed on for years. and he had the perfect balance between his private life and work.

he could enjoy his time with amara, their growing relationship that was forming on all ends while also hide her from the public and make sure no one even knew that the two had been going out. they played the perfect game — but what he hadn’t realized was how his private life and social life started to intertwine and the lines became thin and blurry.

his teammates being huge fan of his girlfriend was starting to become a bit complicated; especially when they were talking constantly about her. kylian wouldn’t call himself a very possessive person but he wasn’t an alien and jealousy was completely human. if he could, he would keep her all to himself, somewhere where they could be all alone and it would only be the two of them. he knew that amara, liyah and grace often joked together and his brain was also aware that his teammates often joked when they were playfully teasing him for her but still; it didn’t make the jealousy deep inside him burn less.

usually when his brain was overworked like that and his thoughts were all over the place, football helped him calm down, find his foot again. but this time it was useless with the way his team mates were already waiting for him, huge grins adorning their faces. he had briefly talked to amara this morning before leaving for training with her being in a different time zone — which didn’t make him miss her less — but made his jealousy subside a bit when she had smiled at him bigly. she was his and only his, no matter how many people had seen her shake her ass.

he intentionally made a big circle around the group, walking directly over to the coach to get his first warming up exercises. he would deal with them and their childish antics later. the first sessions went quicker than he had anticipated and soon, he found himself with no way to escape them.

“oohh, le patron est arrivé,” ousmane exclaimed jokingly, clapping fiercely on his back as the french striker walked past him. — the chef has arrived

“ta meuf a faire fort,” presnel added, smirking at kylian playfully. “elle a percé, carrément.” — your girl did great, she literally dropped a bomb

he bit his lip at the mention of ‘his girl’, forcing his lips to not turn into a smirk. she was his girl, and only his and it was probably the proudest thing he had ever had. he could ever call his.

“le monde entier est jaloux de toi sans même le savoir,” ousmane snickered, “imagine s’ils savait qu’ils étaient jalouse d’une tête de tortue?” he laughed as kylian rolled his eyes. — the entire world is jealous of you without even knowing

— imagine they would know that they’re jealous of a turtle head

“it’s not funny anymore,” kylian muttered, giving ousmane a light slap on his neck even though it didn’t make his best friend stop.

“t’as même déjà vu le clip?” presnel asked him curiously as they entered the changing rooms. sitting down next to his things, kylian shook his head as he took a big sip of his bottle of water. — have you even watched the clip already

“no, but i already got a three minute long voice message from antoine.”

the grin on presnel’s lips grew as he raised his eyebrows teasingly. “ohhh, t’as encore rien vu mon frère. amara pulled out the big moves.” — you haven’t seen anything yet, bro

putting his hoodie on, he chuckled as he felt pride curse through his body at the mention of her achievements. “anyone who didn’t know that she’s talented is blind. she’s more than just talented. i’ll watch the video later, once i’m at home.”

leaning in closer and with a certain mischievous glint in his eyes, presnel suggested funnily, “how about … we watch it here? make it a team bonding experience?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

watching his girlfriend on tv together with his teammates while she was singing about having sex with him was not something kylian wanted to bond over with his team. just the thought made a small flame of jealousy and possessiveness appear in his stomach.

but he didn’t even have the chance to decline as presnel had already called the rest of the team over. “le gars, venez vite,” presnel called the others over loudly, laughing when he saw kylian’s expression. “on va regarder le nouveau clip d’amara.” — guys come quickly, we’re going to watch amara’s new video clip

he facepalmed, hearing the other players come in rushed, as they all gathered in front of the big tv in the changing rooms. they had all smirks plastered on their faces when they walked past kylian, all ready to tease him for his girlfriend’s new song. especially when it was about their sex life.

there were only two times when kylian mbappé had wished for the ground to open up and swallow him: when he had missed that penalty at the euros 2021 and now. when he had to witness his teammates watch a music video that was clearly about his sex life.

the minute the first scene had started to play, he wished he had lied when presnel had asked him whether he had already watched the video or insisted he would watch it alone. the video hadn’t even been on for thirty seconds before he could hear the first whistles of his teammates.

“damn,” one exclaimed as they watched amara dance in a gorgeous red dress, kylian remembered having bought for her. he didn’t know she had planned to use it for her video. glancing at them, some were attempting to mimic amara’s move, failing unsurprisingly but causing laughter all around them.

and as much as kylian didn’t like the thought of his friends watching her in that way, those feelings were very quickly overthrown by the pride he felt while watching her.

seeing her in her natural element, the way she sang so graciously, her voice matching perfectly to the music in the background, a sense of awe and admiration rushed over him. he knew someone had to be good to sing and some were good at dancing but the way she was that talented to do both and make it seem so easy and flawless — it opened a new perspective. she had come and seen him in his element, witnessed the way he made the ball his own and became a warrior on the ground and now it was his turn to watch her undeniable talent.

and it wasn’t just that, that left him speechless and in awe. moreover the way she danced, her moves filled with passion and dedication but also charisma and ability— it all passed through the screens, capturing him completely and his heart too. his teammates were probably too busy gawking at amara to even truly listen to what she was singing about but kylian felt hit with every word that she sang.

her voice resonated in his ears like a melody, a sound he would never forget. it wasn’t as beautiful as her laugh but it always managed to brighten everything up, illuminate his world. even though he had realized from the beginning how lucky he was to know amara and that he had to treat her like the goddess she was, today was again, a reminder that amara imani way out of his league.

there was this legend that sometimes, one had to fall several times in love with a person to know that they truly loved her — kylian had probably already fallen in love with her twenty times and this video proved he would do it many more times. every note she sang, every word she said about them and their life, every move she performed — it was her that truly captivated his eye. and the funniest thing was the it wasn’t even amara imani that he felt so strong about. it was the woman behind the music that had made her way into his heart and made it her home.

he was brought back from his thoughts when vitinha gasped and ousmane let out a loud sigh as they were met with the sight of amara in a beautiful silver bikini dancing. kylian chuckled at the way he

“you hit jackpot with her,” achraf told him, punching him lightly on the arm. he couldn’t hide his grin this time, only nodding as he thought ahead to when she would be back from the shooting — he couldn’t wait to wrap his arms around her, cuddle her while he showered her in affections and let her know that she was the sun in his universe.

“kylian, does she have a sister?” neymar asked jokingly, laughing.

he didn’t bother to reply, knowing that they were just trying to tease him. but his face grew a bit hot — even thought nothing was visible — when the two women were moving together slowly, their extensions covering their private parts. especially because they seemed to be all in awe.

“toi mon frère, t’as de la chance,” presnel exclaimed, grinning widely. “t’as vraiment étè béni,” he told his friend proudly, who only laughed. he couldn’t help but chuckle at presnel’s and ousmane’s antics, occasionally laughing at his enthusiastic teammates. — you my brother, you’re so lucky

— you were really blessed

as the video came to an end and the music started to fade out, till the screen was abruptly black again.

at first the changing rooms were quiet, with everyone still processing what they had just seen — a masterpiece and a talented genius. and then they all started clapping and whistling for kylian who started laughing.

that they were all fans of her was no secret; it was probably the most obvious thing in the world that the france national team and psg were huge fans of amara imani and even more since they had found out that she was dating one of their own. but what they realized now was that they had never truly seen her in action, in her world.

and between all of them, it was kylian who was wearing the biggest smirk of them all. as his teammates went back to what they were doing, still providing for playful commentary while others packed their things since training was over, he pulled out his phone to text his girlfriend.

INCOMING FACETIME CALL

grinning at his phone, kylian happily waited for amara to accept the call even though he knew she would probably still be on set. she had been eager to release it as it was the proud result of hard work, creativity and teamwork.

kylian remembered the days when she came home tired and exhausted from shooting and learning the choreography and it made him incredibly happy to see how it had all paid off. amara imani was a force to be reckoned with the moment she set her mind to something.

“alors, comment tu l’as trouvé?” amara immediately asked him the moment she saw his face appear on her screen. — so, what did you think of it?

“incroyable. c’était vraiment une belle video.” he replied with a warm smile and amara’s heart swelled at his words, her heart was full of joy and pride. to be honest, every other opinion on her didn’t matter anymore as long as he was okay with it. “but i think i’d have preferred if it was just me who got to see your beautiful body and not the entire world.” — incredible, it was a beautiful video

“are you jealous kyky?” she teased him playfully, laughing as she walked to a bit more private space to talk to him.

“pas du tout. mais je n’aime pas partager ce qui est a moi,” he smirked, amara’s eyes growing wide. she loved when he was possessive about her in that way — a healthy way where he just showed how not only proud and lucky he was to have her but also grateful. a different kind than evan’s jealousy where it was mostly always about his image. “the beauty of your body is something i’d rather not share with the world.” — not at all, but i don’t like sharing what’s mine

the singer made a mental note to thank god again the minute she finished talking because the luck she got that she wasn’t able to spot a blush — she had truly been a favorite.

they talked a bit, kylian occasionally asking some questions to the shoot before amara even noticed the unusual background. “by the way, i see you’re still at training. did you sneak away to watch the video in private.”

he shrugged nonchalantly. “presnel insisted that we all watch the video. the moment i walked in they were very excited to hear my opinion. he and ousmane have been singing it throughout the entire session.”

once her brain processed what he had just told her and what that meant, amara placed down her phone to hide her face in her hands. “oh mon dieu, don’t tell me that the entire psg team just saw me grinding on cardi b.”

this time it was kylian who laughed loudly. “je viens de te dire que tout le monde t’as vu nu et là seule chose qui t’inquiète ce que mes coéquipiers ton vu nue?” — i just told you that the entire world saw you naked and the only think that’s worrying you are my teammates?

“how am i supposed to look them straight in the eyes anymore? what if your coach saw it? or your parents,” she asked panicking, cringing at the fact that his teammates had watched her sing about sex while practically grinding on cardi b.

if he hadn’t attired the entire attention before he had now when he laughed loudly again, his laughter infectious as a small smile grew on amara’s lips. “mon amour, you don’t have to be embarrassed. they loved it. honestly, you should have seen ousmane trying to mimic your moves. it was hilarious. and antoine sent me a three minute long voice message to fangirl about the song.”

“i forgot they’re my biggest fans,” she replied as her embarrassment slowly faded.

“sometimes i feel like i’m dating them with you with the way they’re fangirling about you.”

“t’es encore jaloux?” she asked him mischievously, her tone teasing. — you’re still jealous?

he chuckled, rolling his eyes at her playful antics. “i already told you, i’m not jealous. i just don’t like sharing,” he insisted amusingly, laughing.

“LES GARS, KYKY IS ON THE PHONE WITH HIS AMARA!” presnel suddenly yelled into the changing rooms, putting all attention on the couple again.

“amara is on the phone?” neymar asked confusingly as presnel grabbed kylian’s phone out of his hands and showed it to the others.

“rend moi mon téléphone,” kylian demanded instantly, trying to get it back but marco stopped him from doing so. — give me my phone back

amara watched as the phone got passed from person to person before it ended in achraf’s hands. “where are you at the moment?” he asked, confusingly not recognizing the environment.

“not even a hi or a good morning? achraf, i’m disappointed. and that after kylian just vouched for you,” amara teased him as he rolled his eyes still she saw his lips curve up.

“hi amara. good morning to you even though it’s already past four,” achraf went along, making them all laugh. “so where are you?”

“still on set currently in new york. we wanted to celebrate for the video. i was told you were very impressed by it.”

achraf snickered. “ousmane nearly twisted his ankle trying to recreate your dancing. sadly we’re not as talented as you. you mastered the art of dancing.”

“les gars, redonnez moi mon téléphone,” kylian tried to get his phone back but he might as well have yelled at deaf people as his demands weren’t even acknowledged. instead, achraf passed the phone to presnel. — guys, give me my phone back please

“alors amara, après avoir vu cette video. faut quand même que tu nous dises comment kylian a fait pour te draguer?” presnel inquired which made amara’s grin only widen. “parce toi tu n'es pas sur son niveau.” — so amara, you really gotta tell us how he managed to bag you because after that video…

her cheeks were probably hurting from all the times she had laughed today as she talked to them. “i’ll take that as a compliment.”

neymar, who stood next to them with a wicked grin, waved at her. “if it isn’t meu artista favorito. so, when can we expect the next one?” — my favorite artist

“and preferably more child friendly. i think we know enough about kylian’s fetishes now.“ he joked playfully, referring to amara’s song rocket that had been just as exclusive.

“well, you know me. never missing a chance to embarrass our dear kyky,” she replied cheekily, grinning as she could just imagine kylian’s reaction at the moment.

“soo…” presnel began, wiggling his eyebrows as his tone turned more suggestive. “does our kyky take you for a ride every night?”

“or is it you who pulls up on him?”

her eyes widened as she nearly choked, coughing hard while she tried to take a breath. needless to say, the question had taken her off-guard. and the reaction she had shown had made the entire team laugh.

“has he shown you his wild side yet?

groaning, kylian rolled his eyes at his teammates. “mais arrêtez. redonnez-moi mon téléphone,” he demanded again, trying to grab his phone but ousmane managed to avoid his hand every time. — stop it please, just give me my phone back

“ton copain lâ est insolent,” ousmane complained jokingly, knowing that kylian would be even more riled up. “you didn’t answer our questions. has our kyks finally shown you his wild side?” — your boyfriend is getting really annoying

amara laughed. “all i can say is that i’ve finally seen his true colours.”

his teammates let out a round of whistles, wooing while presnel proudly clapped kylian’s shoulders.

“i think we should invite her to our next fifa night, show her how much her guy is lacking when he’s not on the ground.” neymar teased, knowing how sensitive kylian was about that topic.

amara snorted, stifling a laugh as she rejected their ideas. “désolée but i am not interested in your fifa-skills and as for kylian, even ethan manages to beat him,” she retorted sassily as the guys laughed loudly around her. they would tease the shit out of kylian for that, especially because the french striker liked to brag about his skills. “but don’t worry guys, he makes up for his lacking fifa skills in bed.”

wooes were heard all around the changing rooms as kylian begged for the ground to open and swallow him.

as they continued to talk, amara could see kylian become more and more desperate which amused her greatly. “your boyfriend is getting violent. i feel like we should give him the phone back.”

“you could always keep him. he paid me enough to last a year,” she added jokingly, winking playfully at neymar as the three laughed.

she watched as they passed the phone around again till it finally ended in kylian’s hands and she was met with his face again. she could instantly see how worked up he was against his teammates, especially achraf, ousmane and presnel, with the way his eyebrows were furrowed.

“i’m so sorry about them,” he immediately apologized, making amara snicker. “and i am very sorry about those questions. je te sure, même moi je me demande pourquoi je suis ami avec une bande de idiots comme ca.” — i swear, even i ask myself sometimes why i’m friends with this bunch of idiots

“HEY! WE CAN HEAR YOU!” one of his teammates yelled and everyone erupted into laughter again.

“ky, i love your friends,” amara beamed, wiping away some of the tears that had rolled down her face. “you’re so real around each other and they’re funny. i love how supportive they are.”

“can’t even lie about that. but they tend to be annoying very often.”

“please, you would probably cry if they left you alone. the amount of times you text achraf, you would believe you were dependent on him,” amara responded, giggling quietly. “i’m happy that they liked the video. i just wished they didn’t know what it meant.”

he laughed, the two small dips that were practically the origin of their story making their appearance again. “you do know that google translate exists right? they would have found out one way or another.”

her smile fell as she thought about his words before realizing her own stupidity. “true,” she replied quickly, facepalming.

as they continued to talk, with amara telling kylian all about their celebration gathering and the scenes from behind the video, kylian had managed to grab his things and bid goodbyes to his friends, ignoring their teasing and playful comments on his way out.

“by the way, i have a very special question,” kylian began, his tone turning slightly suggestive and playful with a mischievous smile creeping up on his face. “did you actually mean everything you said in that video?”

mimicking his mischievous expression, amara grinned at him. “i guess you’ll have to wait for me to come home to find out,” she answered simply, sending him her biggest smile.

he was lucky. and he had to send brice the biggest gift ever for dragging him out to that bistro that night. it was certainly the least he could do after the latter practically made him meet the love of his life.

— august 2021

one thing was certain. amara imani did not like parties.

and she wasn’t talking about family parties or gatherings because she loved those. no, she was talking about celebrity parties that forced people who spent their entire time digging and leaving nasty side remarks about each other, spend the entire night together. the ones where everyone was smiling at each other while talking behind each other’s back. and she hated those.

and it wasn’t even because she didn’t fit in — she had met plenty of people who had complimented her and told her how they loved her music. no, what really bothered her about those parties was the way everywhere she went, she could not be herself. she couldn’t even count on her fingers anymore how often she had to change personality just to fit someone’s image. and she was really trying. but it was simply overwhelming her.

evan, her latest and first boyfriend, was used to them. he didn’t have a problem, lying people bluntly in their face without even batting an eyelash. (that he would also do that to her, she would learn later). evan loved those parties because it gave him a chance to extend his network. having grown up in environments like those gave him the advantage of knowing how those gatherings worked, what to say and what to keep to yourself.

but amara just felt like an innocent lamb thrown in front of a wolf's cave. she was new to all this. two years ago, she was just a girl going to university and singing as a side hobby when she had time. now she was a rising superstar with some people idolising her and people watching every of her moves with the deepest scrutiny.

and to that she also had to add every of her wrong choices that she had already made. choosing the wrong friends (even though they had a truckload of obvious red flags) was clearly the biggest one. they were textbook fake friends with the way they acted around her and amara didn’t have to eavesdrop on them to know that they were talking behind her back. they were the ones to criticize her the most, harsher than any media outlet. and they were the ones who had led her to evan.

evan, the guy she thought was in love with her. the man who had cheated on her after just a month of dating. the millionaire heir who couldn’t even be bothered enough to ask why his drunk girlfriend was gone and currently having a panic attack in a public bathroom.

instead it was a random guy, who she didn’t recognize, who asked her for the first time a decent human question. “i don’t mean to overstep but are you okay?”

a small sob left her lips as she tried to wipe away her tears to get a better view of the man who had just asked her a question. her mind was blurry with the amount she had drank to forget all the problems that were going on and except his silhouette she couldn’t make out much.

she tried to say something, her mouth opening but all that came out of her lips were small sobs that her body tried to stifle. knowing that she wouldn’t be able to speak one word, she nodded even though it was clear that she was anything but okay.

“are you sure?” he asked again, not wanting to overstep any boundaries before comforting the woman in front of him.

again she nodded even if her heart was screaming no.

“you don’t seem very well.”

she shrugged, swallowing another of her sobs. her life was going down the drain and she couldn’t even admit that she wasn’t fine. her head was spinning and starting to hurt from all this crying but at the same time her brain couldn’t stop and her eyes just wouldn’t go dry. as if she was crying all the liquid of her body.

she contemplated whether she should just stand up and go, leave the man but her body was exhausted from all the tears it had shed. she probably wouldn’t move till and would be forced to be carried out of here.

the least thing she expected though was for the mystery man to rummage through his pockets and hand her a tissue. it wasn’t that she didn’t have the idea of drying her face but it had just been her luck to go cry on the one toilet that did not have any tissue anymore.

she hesitantly accepted it, wiping the tears away and drying her cheeks a bit.

“do you wanna tell me why you’re crying?”

amara sighed, leaning closer to the wall, her head hitting the cold cement. “i would. but i can’t stop crying,” she managed to croak out, quiet sobs interrupting each of her words.

“do you want me to get someone?”

“nope. it’ll probably stop soon. i just drank too much and it’s the alcohol leaving my body through my eyes.”

in a normal situation she would have laughed at her joke now but even that her body couldn’t manage. her drunk-self was always too emotional. her heart lightened though when she heard a short sound, a small amusing snort. at least he could laugh for the both of them.

“you don’t have to worry. it’s not the first time i’m this drunk. i just never remember when it last happened,” amara replied. and she then noticed that she was finally able to form normal sentences again. without sobbing between words every time.

“yeah, i think that’s what alcohol does to you.” he laughed and then crouched down to sit down next to her. as he looked at her, scanning her and memorising every detail of her as if he was scared of forgetting it. even if he knew he would never. “aren’t you cold?” he inquired, remembering the chill air from outside and remarking how the dress she was wearing was not providing her any cover against the wind from outside.

“i was forced to wear this. i’d have chosen another dress if i had been given the choice.”

he contemplated for a moment and slipped his jacket off before putting it over her. his cologne was strong, but it somehow gave comfort and amara instantly felt the warmth spread through her body as she adjusted the jacked over her shoulders.

“that’s a dior jacket. i’m going to ruin it with my tears and makeup and these are not cheap.”

“well, they’re cheaper than a new conscience and mine would never leave me alone if i left a woman crying in the men’s bathroom who’s also freezing.”

“this is not the women’s bathroom?”

he shook his head. “nope, it’s the men’s bathroom.”

“are you sure?”

“very. but don’t worry, practically no one uses it anyway. there’s one that is closer so everyone forgets about this one.”

she nodded, a small ‘hmm’ leaving her lips.

“is this your first gala?”

“nope. you?”

“no but i tend to avoid them if i can.” that was new for her. she hadn’t met one person tonight who seemed not excited to be here. no one to share that feeling with and now she had.

“i get that. it’s not really my scene.”

“mine neither.”

silence again. their eyes were just staring at the ceiling, who knows what was going on in their brains this time.

“how long till you would have finally snapped?” he then asked.

“i would have probably lashed out to the next person who asked me about my boyfriend again,” amara responded and he noticed the way her body language changed at the mention of her partner.

he sniggered.

“do you have a girlfriend?” amara questioned before taking it back again. “you don’t have to answer. i just realized how random all this is.”

he laughed, making amara feel good about herself. “no. i had one but we broke up. mutual agreement.”

she sighed, her mind flashing back to when she caught evan cheating. “you got lucky. my boyfriend cheated on me.”

“oh, that’s shitty.”

“i know. and the biggest problem is that my friends are all advising me to reconcile with him because it was just a mistake. but i feel like i’m not giving myself enough respect if i just forgive him.”

“you have shitty friends. i don’t really know what to do in that situation but i would tell you: if his only excuse was that he was drunk, then he’s not worth it. you should think about whether the good outweighs the bad enough. and then if you really love him. listen to yourself.”

she managed to smile weakly at him. “that was the first real advice i’ve gotten in days.”

he chuckled. “i was told i could make a very good therapist.”

“you aren’t?”

“i wish i was. would have made my life easier if the entire world didn’t know who i was,” he admitted and amara felt kind of stupid for thinking he wasn’t a celebrity. this was a high class gala and why would they just let random people in there. of course everyone here was known for something.

she stared at the wall. “do you ever wish sometimes you hadn’t made it? that you had just stayed normal and lived the average life?”

that question was certainly her biggest what-if. what if she hadn’t made it? what if beyoncé had never told the world how amazing she was and that she was talented? what if she had just continued to live her life the way it was and pursue her business degree?

“... sometimes. i guess feeling normal again for a day would do me some good. it would make my life much easier at the moment.” he paused. “but at the same time, the only reason why i got where i am today is because i truly wanted it. i knew the risks and the disadvantages of that life and i still worked my ass of to get where i am today. because i truly wanted it. it’s about how much you want it and what you’re willing to sacrifice for it.”

again, another silence pause. amara thought about his words. he was right in many ways but the aspect of sacrifice was bothering her. hadn’t she already sacrificed enough to make it where she was?

“what’s your star job?” he asked her nonchalantly.

“i’m a singer. you?”

“footballer.”

she smiled at him. “we’re quite the pair, aren’t we?”

he smiled at her. they were.

“i always doubt why i’m here,” she confessed, a bit taken back how easy it felt to admit it to the person in front of her when it felt hard to even admit it to her parents. she would never be able to admit it to her influencer friends and she felt way too guilty to talk to liyah about her worries. “the scrutiny of everything, the demands, the way everybody keeps comparing me to people like Beyoncé when i haven’t even reached my own level yet. and all those people judging me for every faux-pas that i do. i feel like i’m suffocating.”

“well, what’s your reason for wanting to make music? what’s the reason that pushed you to become a singer?” he asked her sincerely. amara stared at the wall — she had never even asked herself what had truly pushed her to do it. she had just done it. “let me tell you mine for football.”

“since i was little, all i dreamed of was football. i was this small little boy from a poor neighbourhood and the only thing i wanted to do was play football. soon, it felt like i only lived for it because it was the only thing i practically breathed. i wanted it much more than anything else and i knew what i was giving up when i was accepted to play pro. privacy, normalcy — all those things that i had taken for granted suddenly became a privilege that no money on the world can buy. but football meant more to me. it was my dream and my passion. i wouldn’t give it up for anything on the world. what’s your reason?”

amara cleared her throat. “i wanted to make music. after i hurt my knee in dancing and the doctor said i might never dance again, i needed a distraction so i started singing. i didn’t realise how much that distraction became my passion till i started to forget about dancing. i loved music, writing lyrics, experimenting with it and just singing — it made me happy. and suddenly my dream shifted to making it in the music industry. i wanted people to sing my songs, brighten their day with it. and i didn’t care what i would be losing to make it. because making it outweighed the disadvantages so much.”

he smiled at her. “and that’s why you made it. because you wanted it. you weren’t gifted and born into that environment. you actually wanted it. if making music is the only thing you truly care about than screw what the others think and what the media say. you didn’t come to read magazines but to lighten the world up with your music. and you should focus on that.”

she nodded, not truly knowing what to say. he was right, she didn’t become an artist to entertain the medias but rather her public. and even if it was just one person, it was enough for her to feel like she made an impact.

“did you ever doubt?” she asked him hesitantly. “i mean to be that smart, you must have doubted at some point to become this wise about it. were you ever in this situation?”

he stretched a bit before answering, “i got called up to play for the national team which is like the biggest honour ever for a football player. and during an important competition, i was the last one to take the penalty and i missed which got us out of the competition. and now the entire country hates me and somehow it’s my skin colour they seem to blame.”

she sighed. “that’s the problem with fans. they switch up way too easily. but if it’s any condolence, you said the reason you made it was because football was your passion. and it’s not some racist fake fans that are going to change that. if it makes you feel better, i am your fan. and i don’t care how many penalties you have already missed.”

he laughed. “you don’t even know what club or nationality i’m playing for.”

amara giggled. “i don’t have to, to know that there are not two players like you out there.”

suddenly aware that the two must have already spent an eternity in that room, she stood up, cleaning her dress a bit. “i think we should go back before they start to look for us.”

“yeah we should,” he replied, ignoring the pang he felt when she gave him back his jacket. he didn’t want her to go.”

“i hope you’ll score lots of goals and prove to them that you’re the best.” she turned around, trying to save a bit of her makeup to not raise too many questions.

“and i hope, you’ll make it to the top, no matter if with a boyfriend or fake friends.” he smiled at her one last time and then she was gone as he stared at the mirror.

kylian really wished he had persuaded her that night to leave with him. he would have spared her a lot of pain.

amara being in new york gave kylian time to think their timeline over. but it also opened the door to hidden memories that he thought he had locked away for good. and his and amara’s first encounter was part of that.

he regretted letting her go that night. they had spent three hours together just for them to act as if it had never happened. he wasn’t mad though. because he knew she was drunk and that the chances of her remembering were low. yet he had still held out hope when he had seen her again at that bistro that maybe, just maybe she could recognize him. but when she hadn’t, he had been okay with that — their story would just begin again.

he just wished he hadn’t advised her to go back to evan. the pain and tears he could have spared her from by telling her to leave him after he had cheated on her — but on the other hand how should he have known that evan would turn out to be a serial cheater (the worst type of men in kylian’s opinion) and hurt amara more than he would have thought?

there were lots of what ifs in their relationship; some what ifs even to the building of their relation. he didn’t like to believe in paradox universes and the possibility of multiverse but in this case he liked to believe that in another universe, maybe amara had left that night with him. and she would never have had to suffer that way because he would have treated her like a queen. kylian liked to believe that in another universe there was an amara, who did not have to build so many walls around her because she was hurt too often. that she was happy.

and to say that kylian missed his girlfriend was probably an understatement. even with the many facetime calls they had, the longing for her did not stop or calm down. her absence had been remarked by everyone but he had felt it the most. the scent of cinnamon and vanilla was missing around him and no matter how often he secretly showered with her body wash or used her skincare (a habit he had taken after being forced by her) it just wasn’t the same.

he sat comfortably on the long white couch that graced his living room, his eyes not leaving the clock above him. excitement and nervosity rushed through his body at the thought that amara would finally come home. come back into his arms that would probably tackle her with cuddles. the bed definitely felt cold and empty when she wasn’t there.

hours passed and passed as he waited for her message to tell him that she had landed. in the time that he had waited for said message, he had cooked, cleaned his living room, rearranged his wardrobe — all things that amara usually did. and sitting on the couch made him recall all those movie nights they had had or their first lazy sunday where he had managed to burn an egg. they had left memories everywhere, symbols and anecdotes of their love story.

a soft yellowish glow cast a warm light over the apartment as kylian extended his legs to get more comfortable. it had been a long day for him and the rushed feelings he had felt throughout the day because he anticipated her return so much had clearly exhausted him. next to that, training had been much more demanding as they were facing newcastle in the champions league next week and they needed to win.

it was past nine when tiredness finally overcame him and his eyelids closed without him even noticing. despite his best efforts to stay awake and pick amara up from the airport to truly welcome her home, his fatigue made it first to him, his breathing steady as he fell into a light sleep.

thirty minutes passed with kylian sleeping before the door of his apartment silently opened and a very tired but happy amara stepped in, her suitcase trailing behind her. her heart grew twice its size when she saw kylian asleep on the sofa, his phone still in his hands. like kylian, amara had also been suffering under their separation, missing him deeply. no hoodie or sweatshirt that smelled like him could make up for the coldness she woke up to in those past few days and she had learned that the hard way.

she was tired, very tired, but still her mind felt alive as she let herself quietly in, making sure to not wake the french striker up. the way he laid so peacefully on the couch, sleeping calmly, amara felt butterflies storm her stomach again and her knees going weak. a small smile formed on her lips at the sight of him wanting to stay up just for her arrival. she pushed her suitcase to the side, careful to not wake him before staring at the image in front of her again. it was just the perfect domestic scene.

it didn’t last long though as kylian began to stir. his sleep had only been light and the moment he his nose had picked up a faint smell of cinnamon and vanilla with a hint of vanilla, he had immediately been reminded of home. and that could only mean one thing — amara was home. the typical scent that usually greeted him when he came home from training and his body immediately relaxed because it was comfortable.

he blinked a bit, his eyes accustoming to the light before his view got clear and he was met with the sight of his girlfriend. there she was in front of him, dressed in sweatpants and in his hoodie with her hair quickly brushed back and somehow she was even more beautiful than kylian remembered.

“t’es la,” he muttered quietly under his breath, stretching his head.

“i took an earlier flight. i wanted to surprise you,” she replied in the same low voice, leaning down to press a soft peck on his lips. god, how she had missed him and being close to him. “tu m’as tellement manqué.”

“viens ici,” he pulled her closer, his arms immediately engulfing her into a hug and warmth spread through their bodies. the feeling of safety and comfort was back.

it was sweet the way both realised they gone through the same things, the same weird syndromes. amara had come home earlier because she had missed him so much and both couldn’t bear to be apart any longer. anticipation and longing faded away as they hugged but love still grew.

“were you waiting for me?” amara questioned quietly, intertwining her hands as they laid down on the sofa.

“i wanted to pick you up, welcome you home,” he replied sleepily, his grip tightening around her to keep her close to him. she turned around to softly peck his lips again.

she smiled softly at him. “t’es adorable,” she commented in the same tone, sleep starting to come over her too. “can we watch the frog princess? i want to see a disney movie.”

“the frog princess again?” the french striker groaned lightly, hiding his face in her neck.

“how can you say no to tiana’s beignets?” amara asked him jokingly, knowing that kylian knew she just wanted to see prince naveen. “and it’s been so long since we watched disney.”

his eyebrows furrowed slightly, not particularly in the mood for a disney movie. even if he wouldn’t admit it, he had taken a liking to her 90s and 2000s rom-coms but all he wanted for the moment was to cuddle his girlfriend. and watching the frog princess would mean he would have to share her attention with ‘the prince naveen’.

“the only reason you want to watch this is because you want to eye prince naveen,” kylian teased her, a slight sarcastic undertone as he put the remote out of reach for her to grab it.

amara snorted. “you’re saying that as if that’s something to be ashamed of. i’ll proudly stare at prince naveen and his hot face.”

“so you want to watch a move to watch a hot animated guy while your real hot boyfriend is laying next to you?” he retorted sarcastically which earned him a small nudge on his arm.

it was late, way too late to start a movie now and all kylian actually wanted was to fall asleep with her in his arms. after sleeping the entire week to a cold, empty space next to him his heart paced quicker at the thought of waking up again with her next to him.

and at the same time, he knew how much disney movies meant to her. she had explained it to him as a symbol of her childhood, where they were the first movies she had ever watched because back then it had been all they could afford. and if it made her happy right now — who was he to deny her from being happy? he was fine as long as she was wrapped in his arms.

he rolled his eyes, a faint, fatigue-plagued smile tugging at the corners of his lips, as he pressed the remote to open disney + and find the movie. “next time, i get to choose,” he muttered, secretly smiling at the way amara’s face lit up. she cuddled into his chest, warmth spreading through her body, but not without pressing one last tender kiss on his cheek.

kylian reached for the remote again and started the movie, the room instantly lightening up as the title sequence began, with the famous disney castle intro illuminating their screen. as the movie began to play out, starting with melodious tunes and the film’s soundtrack, kylian found himself falling asleep again.

with amara’s faint scent of cinnamon and vanilla, that so often reminded him of home, the comfort and warmth that he usually felt around her was back and their safe space around each other was restored again.

without even realizing, his eyelids suddenly felt heavier than before and whenever he blinked, his eyes stayed close for an extra second. amara was too invested into the movie to notice the way kylian was falling asleep but she would be lying if she said that she wasn’t fighting off fatigue too. especially because just like for kylian, feeling safe around each other and a comforting atmosphere were the best conditions to sleep in.

kylian had fallen asleep a long time ago when amara’s brain finally succumbed to her body’s demand to sleep. the soft glow of the tv screen along with the yellowish glow of the light painted their faces, still cuddled together on the couch. amara reached for the remote to turn off the tv before she turned to face kylian who was sleeping peacefully, his breath steady and calm.

“je t’aime tellement,” amara mumbled sleepily, placing a soft kiss on his forehead before she also fell into a deep slumber her body very much needed. after several days or longing and sleeping next to the cold spaced in their beds, they were very happy to have each other back. especially when they knew that this would last for eternities. as kylian liked to say “nous deux, c’est pour l’éternité.”

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schlattsdoll · 1 year

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hear me out:

TAKING CARE OF LC!TED WHEN HES HIGH ON THE 400 MG EDIBLE!!!

you’re sitting in your apartment, watching tv and you get a text from ted.

ted: babe

ted: baby

ted: babyyyy

you: what’s up teddy?

ted: i miss you :(((

you: sweetheart, you know you have to sign the posters

ted: would be much faster if you came here you know?

you: ted, you’re with your friends, i don’t wanna intrude

ted: pleaseee?

you: how about you finish signing tonight, and tomorrow, dinner date at my place?

ted: fuck yes, okay

you giggled at your boyfriend’s silliness and went back to watching your show. however, about 30 minutes later, you got a call from ted. you smiled at your phone before picking up. “teddy, come on, you gotta work!” “uhhh, y/n, i kinda fucked up” “what? what did you do?” “ummm, you know how sometimes i do weed, and the max i’ve done is like 20 milligrams?” “…yeah?” “well… i might have accidentally eaten a 400 milligram edible…” “…theodore kennedy nivison. you did WHAT?” “yeah, i know, i’m sorry, i have about… 15 minutes before i go on the ride of my life.” you sighed at him. “teddy…” “well, at least you have an excuse to come here now right?” you giggled at him. “fine, i’ll be there”

you reached the misfits house to find no trace of ted, but you ran into schlatt. “hey schlatt, where’s ted?” “the dumbfuck’s on the armchair.” he pointed, snickering. you looked at him. he was curled up in a misfits hoodie, clearly uncomfortable, and you let out kinda an audible gasp at his state. “teddy…” he, surprisingly, lit up at the sound of your voice. “y/n- baby! everyone look! y/n’s here!” you walked over to him and shushed him between giggles. “sweetheart, you’re being kinda loud.” “oh noooo, am i?” “yes, you are, honey.”

remember how he said touching everything was uncomfortable and painful? yeah, he’d stay away from everything and everyone except you. he’d hug you and pull you into his lap, holding onto you tightly. you’d laughed at his actions. “baby, i thought you said everything hurt?” “nooo! everything but you. i loooove you.” he’d say, burying his head further in the crook of your neck.

and when ted had to go lie down, you were expecting him to let you go or say that it was too painful, but he pulled you to lie down on the couch with him. “teddy? you okay?” “mm, as long as you’re here…” he mumbled from his spot on the couch. “hey babe?” “yeah, honey?” “i’m sorry i’m not gonna make it to our date tomorrow.” you giggled at him. “baby, i think the date tomorrow should be the least of your worries right now”

ted suddenly got up and ran to the bathroom. “ted?” you knocked outside the bathroom door. he slowly opened it, and you found him, next to the toilet, on the floor. “aww, my poor baby.” you rubbed his back and got him to drink some water. and in that moment he realised that you really loved him. if you were willing to go through this with him, then you loved him. and he loved you. his high eventually started wearing down, and you tucked him into bed. you try to leave but he grabs your wrist. “stay here please?” you smile at him sweetly. “of course, baby.” you climb into bed with him, his head on your chest. your fingers find their familiar way into his hair and after a while of playing with it, you heard his soft snores. you kissed his forehead and whispered, “you’re ridiculous but i love you, teddy boy.” and to your surprise, he mumbled, “love you too, darling.”

FLUFF??? WHO AM I??? anywho ted is living rent free in my brain rn, so more thoughts from your fav attention whore! <33

yours truly,

- 🤭 anon!!

ANNA COMIN WITH THE FLUFF??? i love it omg honestly it’s so perfect i have nothing to add

#anna ❦#🤭 anon #ted nivison smut #ted nivison headcanons #ted nivison fluff #ted nivision smut #ted nivison x reader

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romiantic · 4 years

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this is me, slipping into your asks from your friends blog! idk if you saw the request but i’d love a bokuto fic where his s/o is having a rough natural hair day, i am currently ... struggling lol. thank you angel!!!

𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭

reading: black!fem!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.6k

request: this is me, slipping into your asks from your friends blog! idk if you saw the request but i’d love a bokuto fic where his s/o is having a rough natural hair day, i am currently ... struggling lol. thank you angel!!!

a/n: I’m am SOOOO sorry for the wait sis 😭 but I really do hope you enjoy

Another one. For the past two hours, you’ve managed to break three scrunchies and your rat tail comb. You groaned in huge frustration, trying to figure out why your hair isn’t working out for you. “What the fuck?! Work with me, DAMN!” You harshly combed out your hair and SNAP! You brought back down the wide tooth and saw the comb snapped in half. In fury, you threw the comb across the room.

“This thing acting like I won’t shave it off and call it a day.” You complained out loud while pulling on your hair and trying to figure out what to do.

“Babyyy! Y/N!” What a relief! Your handsome, six foot two, volleyball playing boyfriend came into your shared home, happy to be home with his beautiful girlfriend. Typically you would yell back hello if you were busy or come into his large body and give him a tight hug as he tells you how his day went and give you multiple forehead kisses.

But today you didn’t. You haven’t left your vanity and glued yourself to your seat as out loudly cursed your hair. Seeing that you didn’t welcome him home, he looked around the house to see where you were until he met a frustrated you pulling at your hair. Bokuto was actually used to your bad hair days so he knew how to approach you whenever your hair didn’t feel like cooperating.

He put his bag down next to the couch and quietly crept into your shared bedroom. Instead of greeting you with loudness, he wanted to comfort you and distract you from the thing that was stressing you the most. He walked behind you and snaked his arm around your waist, giving you a soft hug as he softly said, “Hello y/n, did you miss me?”

You got scared at his touch but calmed down at the hearing of his soft voice talking to you. You slightly turned to face your boyfriend and smiled at his golden eyes trying to calm you down. You took a breather from all the stress and answered, “Of course Kotaro, why wouldn’t I miss you? You’ve been gone all day.”

“You seemed frustrated when I came and you didn’t say hello.” He curved a slight downward smile, “You didn’t even give me a hello hug, you always give me a hello hug.”

You sighed and kissed his cheek to reassure him, “I’m fine babe, it’s just that my hair is not working with me at all.” Bokuto looked at your hair then back at you, mentally solving how he can fix your hair problem.

DING! Something hit him and grew happy at his idea. He smiled widely and asked you, “Y/N can I do your hair? Please please pleaseee. The way you style your hair is so pretty and I wanna try it myself.” The man kept begging you until you finally agreed, “Okay okay Bokuto, you can do my hair. But fuck it up and you’re sleeping on the couch for a week.”

“Don’t worry y/n, I got this.” Of course your boyfriend had confidence that he knew exactly what he was doing since he saw you do your hair literally almost every day. For date nights, games, work, any occasion, he would just sit on the bed and watch you work your ways on your hair until it becomes a masterpiece. Always leaving the white/black hair man in awe of what you can do with two hands. One of the great gifts of having a black girlfriend if he does say so himself.

You got off your chair and took a seat on the carpeted floor. While Bokuto went to go shower and put on a change of clothes cause he knows you don’t like having his sweat roaming the room. After, he took a seat at your vanity and looked at your hair supplies spreaded around. He thought about what style he should do on you, there’s so many to choose from and you would look good in all of them but which one?

You looked at him and saw a concerned look on him, you asked, “Something wrong Bo?”

“I don’t know what I wanna do, I mean what I can do to make my baby even prettier than she is now?” You lightly laughed at his compliment, and his thinking face that he had on.

Finally, a style came to mind, one that was simple yet he loved seeing you in it. Before starting, he collected all of the supplies that were needed and got to work on your hair. At first it was silence surrounding the two of you until Bokuto excitedly started talking about how practice went.

“Y/N you should’ve seen me at practice today! The way I was hitting those spikes was literal perfection, I barely missed any. Oh, we had this five-on-five game today and I got to be team captain.”

“It brought back old memories didn’t it?” You smiled at the memory of seeing Bokuto in his high school uniform, fulfilling his captain role, putting a smile on his team's faces for scoring, and being one of the greatest aces in Japan of course.

“Yup! Feels like old times when it would be Akaashi setting the ball for me and the great ace, that’s me, comes flying in, spiking it and getting another score. Now it’s Atsumu setting for me and Hinata cheering me on, I think Sakusa cheered for me too, don’t remember.”

“Last time I remember Sakusa cheered was when Hinata actually didn’t fuck up his quick attack with Atsumu.” You two laughed at the memory of Sakusa being somewhat excited at Hinata for not missing the ball or spiking it too late.

The conversation continued on about practice until Bokuto decided that it was your turn to speak. You spoke about it as Bokuto was all ears, listening to you, even though you were mostly cooped up in this house since it was your day off from work.

You stopped talking to take a peek at what your boyfriend was doing until he firmly pushed you back down on the carpet. He commented that you would ruin the process, he needs to focus, and that he wants you to wait until the end.

“But Bo-”

“Nope y/n, you have to wait.”

You furrowed your brows at him, “It’s my hair Kotaro, why can’t I see?”

“Trust the process y/n! Don’t you always do that with your hair?”

You let a ‘hmph’ and crossed your arms, “At least I get to see what I’m doing.”

Bokuto gave a wide smile to your grouchy face, “You’re gonna love it y/n, I promise.”

You peeped Bokuto grabbing rubber bands, giving you some ideas of what he could be up to. “And I’m holding you to that promise.”

To make time fly by, the two of you had random conversations that led into a whole nother topic than before. One minute you’re talking about getting new furniture then the next, you’re talking about the coral reef. At some point, you guys even had an odd conversation about weird habits that people do.

“Anddd done y/n.” Bokuto scooted back the chair and got up from it, giving you room to get up and take a look at your hair. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped at the work your boyfriend did. You were honestly caught by surprise that your boyfriend could do something like that with your hair. Styling it a large puff with black and white rubber band style going across.

Meanwhile, Bokuto was chewing his lip and getting nervous, wondering whether or not you liked it. He knew how much you loved your hair and he wouldn’t wanna do anything to mess up your beautiful curls/coils. “Do- do you like it y/n?”

You turned around, seeing your face lit up washed away his nerves and giving him a breath of relief. You immediately jumped on him, which caught him by surprise and made him lean back, landing on the bed with you still on him. You responded,”I love it Kotaro! You did such an amazing job and this style is bomb as hell, where did you learn how to do that?”

“After that failed attempt at doing your hair, your great boyfriend, that’s me, went on Youtube to learn how to do different hairstyles with your hair. I really loved this style and I spent hours learning it, but I say it was worth it.”

You smiled at his answer, it made you giddy inside that your boyfriend takes time out of his day to learn how to do your hair. Your hair! One that was definitely different from his natural spiked up hair. This kind of dedication made you fall in love with him even more than before.

You gave him a large smile and kissed him, “It was definitely worth it Bokuto cause I fucking love it. Plus I think it’s cute that you tried to match with the black and white rubber bands.”

“I’m so happy you love it y/n.”

You kissed his cheek and said, “I’m even more happy that I have a boyfriend like you.”

“Besides, what if we have a kid y/n? I can’t leave it to you to do all the work. I wanna have little daddy-daughter dates and do her hair while I’m showing her volleyball videos.”

You laughed at him, “You’re gonna stuff our future daughter’s brain with volleyball and make them say ‘One touch’ instead of ‘mama’. But I think that’s so sweet of you Bokuto.” You hugged your boyfriend and he hugged you back even tighter, “That and I didn’t like seeing my baby frustrated.”

“Next time my hair doesn’t cooperate, I’ll just call you for help.”

“Call me Bokuto, the great hair superhero!” You two laughed at the superhero name and shared the moment of happiness and content surrounding the two of you. Honestly, you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend besides Kotaro Bokuto himself.

omg I finally finished it, wow I’m proud of myself

I haven’t written in a superrrr long time but hopefully I can get back and write regularly

bye babes, drink your water, stay hydrated, and remember that you are the baddest bitch on the planet 🥰 no matter what ANYONE says

𝐏𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝟐𝟕:𝟏𝟒 💗

#bokuto x black!reader #bokuto x black reader #haikyuu x black!reader #haikyuu x black reader #kotaro bokuto #x black reader #black y/n

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haikwritings · 4 years

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can you do a part 2 of the betrayal and have it to where tsukishima finds out what yams did and comforts the reader and they both start to develop feelings for each other? pleaseee and thank you in advance!!

Note: Yes, girl. ❤️ and omg, thanks for the request!

The Betrayal | Part two

Tsukishima was walking around the school, searching for his best friend.

‘Where is this idiot?’ Tsukishima thought.

But his search stopped immediately when he heard whimpering from a girl, but not just any girl —it was nothing more and nothing less than Yamaguchi’s girlfriend.

Well, ex-girlfriend.

But he didn’t knew that yet.

“Are you okay?” Tsukishima asked worried.

Y/n looked at him and turned her face away, she didn't want him to see how emotionally hurt she was.

“Y/n? Do you want me to call him?” Tsukishima asked, obviously referring to Yamaguchi.

Y/n looked at him again and shake her head.

Even though the situation hurted her a lot, she needed to say it.

“I- W-We’re n-not...” Y/n tried saying but continued sobbing.

‘H-He broke up with her?’ Tsukishima thought.

“W-We are n-not—” Y/n tried saying but broke down again.

‘I-It couldn’t be—’ Tsukishima thought sadly.

“We’re not together.” Y/n finally said, she felt her heart broken.

Tsukishima was not the typical boy who showed his emotions, he always showed his affection to people in a salty and dry way.

But he has to admit that he is a little sad about the situation. He liked her very much, they both built a friendship thanks to her relationship with his best friend.

“I- I’m sorry to hear that.” Tsukishima said sincerely.

He wasn’t expecting their breakup.

“T-Thanks.” Y/n said while wiping her tears.

He didn’t really know what to say, what could he possibly to in this situation? How does he comfort her?

“D-Do you need anything?” Tsukishima asked worried, hoping that he could somehow help her.

Y/n looked at him and shake her head.

“I- Is okay, Tsuki. Thanks for everything.” Y/n said while trying to smile.

He liked her friendship and he didn’t wanted everything to end like this between them.

“Y-Y/n.” Tsukishima called.

She looked at him and smiled again, walking away from his sight.

He hated to admit it but— she was one of the people he considered as cool.

‘What could have happened?’ Tsukishima thought.

Millions of things were coming to his head but none of them made sense.

He needed to ask him.

“Yamaguchi.” Tsukishima called.

Yamaguchi looked at him and smiled, like always.

“Tsuki, you’re on time.” Yamaguchi said.

He wondered why he looked so peaceful and relaxed. Wasn’t he supposed to be hurt by his breakup?

“What happened?” Yamaguchi asked as he saw Tsukishima weird expressions.

“Why did you guys breakup?” Tsukishima asked curiously.

Yamaguchi wasn’t expecting that question, in fact, he was embarrassed to even answer it.

��L-Look, Tsuki. I- I can’t really talk about it right now.” Yamaguchi answered.

“Why not?” Tsukishima asked.

He was so confused, why wouldn’t he tell him?

Did she do something? Did she hurt him? Did she cheat on him?

He had millions of questions.

“I-Is really complicated.” Yamaguchi answered embarrassed.

“Complicat—’ Tsukishima was going to ask but was interrupted by Yachi kissing Yamaguchi’s cheek.

“Hey babe.” Yachi said softly.

“Babe?” Tsukishima asked confused.

‘Wait a minute.’ Tsukishima thought.

“Yeah? We’re together.” Yachi said shyly.

And that’s when everything clicks.

“Are you an idiot?” Tsukishima asked, almost yelling.

Yamaguchi looked at him embarrassed.

“I— Tsuki.” Yamaguchi tried explaining but was interrumped by Tsukishima.

“You’re an idiot.” Tsukishima said as he left the gym, not letting Yamaguchi an opportunity to explain himself.

He was highly disappointed of his best friend. He just expected better from him, he always thought he was a guy of right— he never thought he would do something like this.

‘W-With Yachi?’ Tsukishima thought.

Now he gets it. He remembers the times Y/n called wondering where Yamaguchi was.

He was cheating on her.

‘H-How could he cheat on a wonderful person?’ Tsukishima thought.

He was mad at Yamaguchi for hurting a girl like her.

He shouldn’t be mad, he needs to be on his best friend side right?

But why did it hurt him?

The answer?

He has feelings for her.

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justash02 · 4 years

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Txt reaction;

To you feeding them for the first time~

Requests; are open! Please let me know if you have a request :)

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A/n: omg I just got my eternity album and I pulled a Tae card :0

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Yeonjun;

he didn’t think much of it, he was used to getting fed by his friend, but started to feel embarrassed when his friend teased him about it.

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They were filming a new MV so you thought you would be the understanding and caring partner you are and bring them some crispy chicken. When you walked in you were greeted by your very hunger boyfriend.

He softly pecked your cheek before grabbing the bag of food out of your hands and ran over to the rest, giggling.

You laughed at how silly he was acting as he started humming, nubbling onto his food. You walked over him and grabbed one of the chicken pieces, he slowly wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me onto his lap.

You felt your stomach explode with butterflies as he did, you’ve only been dating for a month now so it’s was all new for the two of us. You noticed that you’ve been holding the piece of chicken of a while now and that it was getting slightly cold.

You reached over to your boyfriend and fed him the chicken, he looked into your eyes as he took a bite, you felt speechless as you felt his eyes on you, he looked so good with his eye make up-

When you saw that Jun was about to say something the rest of the boys started whistle, praising Yeonjun. You saw his face turn as red as yours. He quickly hid his face into your shirt making you blush even more.

“Aish, such a dork.”

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Soobin;

he thought it was cute, he loved getting babied like that and when you fed him he felt like he would melt right on the spot

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You were out eating with him because the two of you just finished your last exam of this year and you both did really well, you did well because of him.

Your teacher told you you needed help with math so he asked you if you knew someone who could help you. And your mind immediately went to you incredible smart boyfriend.

Because of him you passed so you wanted to get him a nice surprise, you didn’t tell him what you were gonna do so when you both were done with school you took him to a restaurant where you had been before.

“Do they have Tteokbokki?” Was the first thing he said, you laughed and nodded, you grabbed his hand and walked inside. The woman working there remembered you from your earlier visits so she got you a nice seat for you and your boyfriend.

You went to sit in front of him but he stopped you, “Sit next to me, jagi.” You smiled brightly before doing what he asked, as soon as you did he placed his hands onto your thigh and started making the food.

You felt butterflies in your stomach as he did, you intertwined your fingers together before bring his hand up to your lips, kissing it gently.

He looked over at you, blushing before smiling brightly. Soon was done making the Tteokbokki and took the chopsticks in his hand.

He started stuffing his face with the small rice cakes making you smile, you looked around the room seeing a couple sitting across from you.

The girl leaned over to her boyfriend and fed him a rice cake before sharing a cute kiss, I looked over at soobin before smiling, you reached over to the pan and took a rice cake in between your chopsticks.

You hesitated before raising the ricecake close to soobins mouth, he looks at the ricecake before biting it off. You felt a smile grow on your lips as he did, He blushed a deep red as he looked back at you.

He leaned down and gently pecked my lips, “thank you jagi.” He whispered.

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Beomgyu;

When he saw you give soobin a bite he got jealous and decided to make you flustered in the best way possible.

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He called you when you were just about to have lunch, you sighed as you put everything back into the frigde and made your way over bighit.

On your way there you decide to just get some food because you were starving and you felt awkward if you had to eat their food that the staff had bought for them.

You soon got to bighit after you had picked up your bread and walked inside, “Hey Y/n!” Kai yelled as he came running at you with full speed, you laughed as he hugged you shortly, “hey, is that bread-“

“Bread?!” You heard the leader say as he got up from the couch and ran over to you, “Can I please have a bite, Y/n/n?” He said with puppy eyes. You smiled and nodded before reaching higher up to soobin since he’s such a freaking giant.

Soobin took a bite out of it and started dancing happily before returning to his seat to get his make up touched up, before you could ask how Kai’s day was you felt two arms wrap themselfs around your waist.

A mop of blond hair came into sight as you felt a head rest onto your shoulder, “You’re gonna feed Soobin Hyung but not me?” Your boyfriend asked with a pout, you looked down and smiled at how cute he was acting.

You turned around in his grip and went to feed him but he grabbed the bread from you, ‘Ok?’ You thought as he saw his rip off a piece, a big piece at that.

He smirked before making you take a bite, you frowned but did as he wanted because.. well, he’s beomgyu. But as soon as you did he leaned down and also took a bite making your lips brush against each other.

You quickly covered up your red face making beomgyu smirk even more, “I’m going to be only one you feed, baby.” He whispered as he softly pecked your cheeks before leaving, leaving you a flustered mess.

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Taehyun;

(A/n: ok so I couldn’t find a Taehyun eating gif so... here’s him drinking)

He wouldn’t think he would like it so he never brought it up, but when you wanted to try he knew he couldn’t get you to change your mind about it.

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Tae never seemed to have time anymore, you felt sad that even after months you didn’t get used to him being an idol.

Tae saw this, he felt bad and decided to surprise you with a movie night with loads of nice food. As he brought you in he saw the way your eyes lit up with pure happiness making him melt right on the spot.

You two were having a movie night and you decided to watch a drama together, you two were cuddling up on the couch as the doorbell rang.

Taehyun was about to stand up but you were quicker as you raced over to the door, Tae felt himself smile at your childish behavior, he could take it well from you.

He watched you waddle back to the couch and place the bag of food into the table, he softly pecked your cheek before unwrapping everything out of the box.

He handed over you plate of sushi and sat back watching the drama, later into the drama he watched as the female lead was acting cute with the male lead by feeding each other.

Tae silently gagged into his mind as he made a disgusted face, he didn’t see the need to be all lovey dovey, like yeah, he liked kisses and cuddles but somethings just go over the top.

You smirked at your boyfriend but he didn’t seem to notice, he was too busy making a disgusted face. You grabbed the sushi and reached over to him.

“Oppa~” he shot you a look making you almost run away. Woah, okay... you pouted before shaking you hand a little making him notice the sushi.

“No.” Was his only answer, “Pleaseee~ I promise I’ll never bother you again! I just wanna know what it’s like.” You whined at him, he sighed deeply before looking at you.

He felt his heart starting to beat faster but he didn’t understand why, was he nervous? Did he secretly like that you wanted to feed him- no, he would never, right?

He rolled his eyes before letting you feed him the sushi, he felt his whole face burn like it was on fire as you happily did you happy dance.

“Aish... stop it you, punk.” He said flustered as he hid his face in his hands, maybe he doenst hate it that much.

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Kai;

Like soobin he loves being babied by you, he felt loved when you did and would never stop you from feeding him, even if it’s just sharing your lolly pop.

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“Kai! Can we get this one?” You said as you pointed to a cherry lolly pop, Kai looked over at the price before grabbing into his pocket, “I only have enough for one.” He said.

You pouted, you forgot your card and Kai gave his to soobin who ran off with the rest of the boys, “it’s fine. we can share, right?” You felt your face burn as you thought about it, it would be like having a indirect kiss-

“Hello? Earth to Y/n?” Kai said as he waved his hands in front of your face, “Come on, we’ve done that countless of time before starting to date, isn’t it suppose to be normale now?” He asked as he walked over to the cashier pulling you with him.

“Have a nice day.” The girl told us, we both bow before walking back outside, “Here.” He said as he wanted over to lolly pop, you tried to open it before couldn’t, you scrunched up your nose making Kai smiling lovingly at you. God you were perfect...

He smiled as he gently took the lolly from you and opened it up without struggling, your mouth fell open at this making him laugh, “You only got that because I loosened it up for uou.”

“Sure, babe.” He popped the lolly into his mouth, soon he pulled it back out and handed it over to you, “yah, arent I suppose to be the only flustered?”

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liv324 · 6 years

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Just My Type

It was 7:05 in the morning and I was to busy fxcking my chemistry teacher Mr.Thornhill. To notice we had 15 mins to get to school . I tried to let go from our kiss when he grabbed me by the waist and said “what’s wrong “. “It’s time to go to school jay” I got off of him and put on my clothes. You could tell he wasn’t fully satisfied especially because he didn’t came into you .. “right right” he said while putting his clothes back on and drove you guys to the back of the school where no one can see u guys together.

You guys sat in the car quietly until u pulled him into a kiss. The kiss deepened and he told you tht he wasn’t finished with you and he got out of the car and went inside the building. I sat in the car checking my phone. I got a text from my best friend Steve Harrington. “Where tf are you Evelyn “ he texted. “Wdym?” I replied. “We were suppose to meet at the dot this morning i was waiting there looking like an idiot !” He texted. I totally forgot about tht I told myself. I felt so bad ! “Omg I totally forgot Steve I’m so sorry.. stuff at home is complicated can I make it up to you ?!” You texted back. “Hmmm yes you can tonight at your house I have to study for a test and need your help” he said. You smiled at your phone and got out of the car and heading to the building.

When you walked up the steps to the door of the school you got a text and you looked at your phone and for just a quick second you ran into someone and a black case dropped and you quickly looked up. “ omg I’m so sorry!” You said and grabbed the big case and gave it back to a rlly good looking guy. “it’s fine I should’ve paid attention” he said looking at you . You couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. “I think we both weren’t paying attention” you giggled looking at him. “My name is bradley” he reached out his hand. “My name is Evelyn ” you shook his hand. He wouldn’t let go of my hand and stared at me for like 5 secs long . “Uhh sorry” he said nervously letting go his grip. “It’s fine” you smiled. “Hey would like to go to a show tht my band and I are playing at tonight at the dot?” He said confidently. “Sure what time ?” I said interested. “7 o clock.. i’d love to see you there” he said smiling. After tht little interaction I finally got to class.

My favorite class came.. Chemistry with my favorite teacher ;). I sat down in my regular seat. Mr.thornhill was looking at me seductively. We gave each other long eye contact while i was teasing him by biting my pencil until the bell rang. “Okay class so we are doing a lab so partner up and let’s get started” he said but then the door opened a familiar cute face popped out of the door. It was Bradley. “ Hi mr. Thornhill my name is Bradley I just transferred into this class cuz i had problems in my other class”. He said. “Hi Bradley welcome so just find a partner for our lab and I’ll explain what to do” jay replied . Bradley saw u and caught each other attention. “ Evelyn right ?! Wanna be partners?” He winked . “yah sure !” You replied. Jay saw u guys talking and getting along and he saw Bradley made u laugh when he made a funny face. Jay was getting mad. “Miss Thornhill Evelyn” he mumbled the thornhill part. You looked at jay confused. “I need to talk to u about ur grade” he said. You got up and walked over to his desk. “What do you want jay ?” You asked. “You call me Mr.thornhill in class miss Evelyn!” He said angrily. “Wtf since when?” You replied annoyed . “Excuse me but u need to stop flirting with tht new guy.. i thought i was the only guy ur fxcking” he said while putting is hand on ur bethigh. “Jay I mean mr thornhill he is just a friend! Stop being jealous” you said to him walking away. “Ohh I’m not done with you missy” he whispered and you heard.

When you got back to ur seat Bradley saw ur pissed off face expression. “You look pissed” He laughed. “Is there anything I can do?” He added. “sadly no” you said. “Hey so what is ur band name ?” You asked changing the subject. “The Vamps” He said. “It would be super cool if you could come.. also I rlly want to get to know you” he said putting his hand on your thigh. “Yah I am definitely gonna go i love watching bands and I really wanna get to know you too” you said smiling. You guys worked on your lab and when the bell rang you headed to eat Lunch with steve.

“Hey Harrington!” You said jumping on your best friends back. “Why are u so happy missy?” He asked curious. “What makes you think there is a reason for my happiness” you said rolling your eyes. “Well for starters ik when my best friend is happy about something” he said. You jokingly pushed him. You guys got your lunch and sat with your friends veronica,Betty and Zach. “Hey so I got so much nudes last night it’s crazy !” Zach spluttered out. “Zach no one wants to know how much hoes you get at night” veronica said. “I need more nudes and sex cuz I all I get is Evelyn’s booty or boob pic approvals” Steve said. “Ik we all get them” Zach said laughing. “Well I’m sorry a girl needs help sometimes” you said. “Oh don’t worry we aren’t complaining” the boys said. Everyone laughed at tht. “So Evelyn are u even talking to someone?” Betty asked. Steve got nervous at the question cuz he secretly likes you but only he knows it. “Uhh no all the guys I talk to Just want sex and it’s annoying” You said but u had 2 guys in your mind tht u actually like (jay and Bradley). “Girl that is so true” veronica said. Lunch ended and you guys carried on your day at school.

When the bell rang I got a snap from jay. I opened it and it said *first gif. He was so demanding I loved it I craved it so I went to his room. I saw him on his desk on his laptop grading. I fixed my appearance a little to look more sexy. I opened the door and locked it and put a paper on the window so no one could see what I was about to do. “Hey babe ready to be sore for the next few days” jay said to you coming towards you. “I guess so” you said seductively. You tugged on his shirt and then unbuttoned his shirt revealing is toned body. He took off your shirt revealing your amazing body . He kissed your neck up to your lips and you moaned a little. He picked u up by the legs and placed you on his desk and unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants revealing is big package . You eyed his package with lust. “I want you now” you begged. “ not yet my dear you have to earn it he said pinching your chin he kissed you deeply. He took off your pants and went down fingering You. And then he ate you out. You really needed him inside. “Babyyyy please I need you” he pulled out and placed his tip playfully on ur folds and u tried to push urself into him but he backed out teasing you. He then grabbed your thighs and thrusted hard into you making u moan loud. “Babe shhh the principal is still here” he kept thrusting in and out of you making you roll ur head back screaming his name. “ babe I have cum” he said pounding ur pussy using all his sexual frustration out from earlier. “Please come pleaseee” you both finally released and you guys were breathing heavy and kissed each other. You two were happy that u both were satisfied.

After tht hot session you got your self together and headed home. When you got home you were doing homework and FaceTimeing Steve. He was doing his hair and being all cute and stuff . “ okay sexy Steve why u trying to get all cute and stuff ?” You asked teasing. “Can’t I just look good for myself “ he replied. “I mean go for it but let me know who the girl is first” you said. Little did u know it was you. You guys talked for couple of hrs until it was 6. You had to go to the dot to watch Bradley and his hand play. You told Steve u had to go for dinner. After u hung up you got dressed for the concert. You threw on black jeans with a leather jacket and some booties. You headed out and drove to the dot. When u walked in Bradley saw u immediately he looked so happy to see you. “Evelyn !” He called Out you looked at him smiling.

He pulled me up to the stage *second gif

“I’m so happy you came! I hope you like our band.. you can sit in the front row tables” he said gesturing to a seat. “Thanks Bradley I’m excited!” You said hugging him and you sat down waiting for the performance. “Hey everyone thanks for coming out to watch us perform this first song is going out to a special girl tht i just met today she makes me feel a certain way and I like it “ Bradley said grabbing the mic and beginning to sing just my type. You smiled at what he said. “She lets me down

Then gets me high

Oh I don't know why

She just my type

She's my device

I don't think twice

Oh I don't know why she's just what I like

But I, I, I love it

I, I, I love it” he sang. You were having fun singing along and making eye contact with him. When u were having fun you got a text from Steve you opened it and it read “where are Evelyn I’ve been waiting In your house for 45 mins.. did you forget already”. You totally forgot again about your meet up. It was 7:45 and the band took a intermission. Bradley went up to you. “Hey eve how did you like it?” He said. “You guys are amazing! But I have to go i have studying to do” you replied. “Yeah ofc but wait Evelyn” he said pulling you close to him he looked at you down to ur lips you could tell he wanted to kiss you. He kissed you and you let him and the kiss deepened and then you let go and headed out the door and went home.

When u arrived home you went up to your room and saw Steve shirtless on your bed. “Hey Steve sor..” you said closing the door and turning around to a shirtless Steve. “It’s fine but u owe me now” he said. “W-what do you want?” You said nervously curious. He knew the next thing he was gonna say would change your guys relationship..”I want you to make out with me” he said demanding. You were shocked at what he said u had no idea he even liked you like tht. But you didn’t mind cuz you knew he lacked sexual moments. So you ran to him and wrapped your legs around him on the bed and starting to kiss him and he was such an amazing kisser you had no idea how good he was. “Oh my I didn’t know you were so good at this” you said deeply. “Oh baby I don’t kiss and tell” he replied. So you were wrong about his sexual life. “Get on your knees now” he demanded you did as u were told he pulled down his pant revealing his huge hard goods. You began to rub and suck the tip making him moan. You then preceded to suck all of his length making u deep throat and he then fxcked your mouth . You guys then ended up making out on the bed and cuddled for hours until you both fell asleep.

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