#kylian mbappè angst

[damiansgoodgirll]

Can you do one with yn being in love with Kylian but he just want to have fun and do not think about love right now and just want to sleep with yn but she doesn’t want that because she knows he is playing with her and then he falls in love with her but it was to late she already found someone who respects her and loves her

i’m definitely feeling this because i’m just ended a situationship/relationship with a man, an older man, so reader is practically my pov, i really hope you can’t relate because i feel like sh!t so, here’s a sad one!

kylian mbappe x reader

strangers

you couldn’t deny how you felt everytime you were with kylian. he made your heart beating so fast, you were afraid it would explode. he was kind and caring with you, always paying for your nights out, always driving you home and making you feel safe. you spent nights just talking with each other, getting to know him better.

you really thought he was interested in you, you hoped so but when one night you declined his offer of staying at his place, you slowly saw how he started losing interest in you.

you were the one to text first.

you were the one to call first.

you were the one to make sure he was okay and that he wasn’t overloading himself with work.

but he just stopped caring about you.

leaving you on read. you waiting hours and hours, even days to get a simple reply back. you’ve spent sleepless nights thinking of what you did wrong, of what you could do better. your mind was wandering around the constant feeling of not being enough.

he was the kylian mbappè.

he was probably fucking a different girl every night.

everything he gave you were short replies with “okay” “sure” “whatever” and “yes”. and honestly it was killing you inside. you knew he was busy but the first time you started texting, he always made sure to give you a good morning and a goodnight, texting you first in the morning and making sure you were okay.

you’ve spent days going through your old messages. seeing how eager he was to meet you.

and when you met everything felt amazing. you felt the spark with him. when his hand touched your thigh when he was driving you back home or when his lips met yours as a kiss goodnight. everything felt right until it wasn’t.

when you said to him you were looking for something more serious, you didn’t expect him to completely block you out of his life. he told you he didn’t want anything serious and you had no idea of how to feel.

why would he be so kind if he didn’t mean anything of that?

just - why?

you’ve thought so many times about texting him “hey, can we meet?” “hey, we need to talk…” but you stopped, knowing that you would probably look more desperate than how you really were.

but you did try in the end and that was when you realised it was over. he ignored you, he pretended you never existed and in the back of your mind you knew he wasn’t even thinking about you anymore.

“i can’t believe i fell for that dick!” you screamed to yourself one night, when you were home alone, crying your eyes out because you felt used. you felt like a whore, and it took you too long to realise that he was only using your body.

but then kylian wanted you back.

he got bored of the same superficial girl, he wanted someone real and he wanted you.

you knew it was too late. you knew that if you fell for kylian once again it would be over for you so this time, you were the one who blocked him out of your life.

you wanted to find something new, feel something new and with kylian by your side, you knew it would have been impossible.

so you let him go. no matter how much it was fucking killing you. you needed to work on yourself and you needed to heal first, that’s why you became your first priority.

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this felt more like a letter to myself but i really needed this.

[applejuicefruit]

I have a really sad request to make :)

Can you write reader being Kylian ex and she died like in a car crash or in any way you want and Kylian spends his free days just daydreaming about their past together because he can’t move on because he doesn’t want to? I know it’s very sad but I love your angst so much please thank you 😊

writing this made me cry :((( also reader wasn’t his ex but his gf i hope you don’t mind!

tw : major character death, sadness, depression, just a lot of angst, mention of smut and pregnancy

kylian mbappe x reader

Daydreaming

“Kylian can you pass me pink t-shirt that’s on the bed?” you asked from the other side of the bathroom.

“Why?” he asked you back but you could feel his voice slightly teasing you.

“Because I have to get dressed?” you sarcastically remarked.

“But I love when you’re naked” he said opening the door as you were standing only in your underwear in front of the mirror.

“Kylian…” you called him.

“Fine” he murmured throwing you the t-shirt so you could finish getting dressed up “but tonight I don’t want to see anything covering you up okay?” he smirked kissing your cheek.

“Yeah yeah tonight I’ll be naked and shivering” you joked.

“Who said you’ll be cold?” he teased you.

“Kylian, finish to get dressed or we’re be late and I don’t want to be late at Ethan’s birthday” you scolded him and he started laughing.

“Okay boss” he laughed again as he got back in the bedroom looking for something to wear.

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“I can’t believe that in less than a year you’ll be the one in white” Kylian said as you were going through some magazines looking for the perfect wedding dress.

“It took you a bit too long to propose don’t you think?” you teased him.

“Fair is fair…” he joked too.

He loved how you were able to pull off a remark or a bad joke in every kind of situation, always making him feel at ease and making him laugh.

“We still need to pick up a location…you know time is ticking” you told him.

“What? I am the Kylian Mbappè, I could call the louvre and rent it for tomorrow and they’ll be okay with it” he joked.

“Okay Beyoncé” you laughed.

He sat on the couch next to you as he scooped you closer into his arms.

“I don’t want a fancy or big location…it just have to be romantic and full of love…we could be even get married in our apartment that honestly I wouldn’t care…” he said wrapping his hands around your waist as you laid your head on his chest.

“I love you Kylian” you said looking at him.

“I love you too mon cherie” he kissed your lips.

“But no, we’re not getting married into our apartment…” you joked again and he breathed out a laugh.

“You’re something else” he said to you.

“I know I know” you teased him again.

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“I’m so fucking proud of you” you said to Kylian as you were kissing every inch of his face.

PSG has just won an important match and Kylian scored twice so as you were waiting for him to come back home you decided to pull out a little surprise for him, wearing your favourite black lace bra and matching panties.

“Thank you mon amour” he said holding your waist as he gently laid you down on the bed “is this all for me?” he asked even if he already knew the answer.

“Of course” you said smiling.

“I love you so much you know?” he said as he started kissing your neck and collarbone.

“No…I think you have to show me” you teased him looking at him directly in his eyes. You weren’t always so confident, especially when it came to intimate situations but Kylian always made you feel loved and comfortable, always treating you as you were a work of art and always prioritising you. He made you feel special and comfortable about yourself. And he never admitted but he loved how he was able to bringing that confidence out you because his favourite moments were when you took charge in the bedroom, he could be on his knees everyday for you.

“I’m gonna show you exactly how much you mean for me…” he said as his kisses started going down and you couldn’t hold back your moans.

They were music to his ears.

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“Why it’s not working?” you said with tears filling your eyes.

“Baby…sometimes it takes time” he said as he sat on the bathroom floor next to you.

“We’ve been trying for a year now…maybe something is wrong with me?” your eyes never meeting his face as you started down looking at the negative pregnancy test you were holding in your hands.

“What? No baby don’t say that…never say something like that okay? It takes time, sometimes even a few years…it’s not your fault…we can try as much as you want” he said holding your face as his thumbs wiped off your tears.

“I really want a family Kyky…” you whispered, hating to feel so vulnerable.

“I want this too baby but you can’t stress too much about it, it’s not healthy and it will only make you suffer…” he said looking for your eyes.

“Okay…” you only said.

“I feel like the next time would be the perfect one, just have a little faith baby” he said too hopeful as you nodded.

If only he knew that there wouldn’t be a next time.

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Kylian was peacefully sleeping when his telephone started ringing. He had three missed calls from his brother and one missed called from his mom as she was trying to reach him again.

He woke up around 2 am and he saw his mom calling him.

“Hello?” he answered with a very sleepy voice.

“Hospital. Now” she said hanging up and Kylian’s heart started beating so fast he thought it could explode.

You weren’t in bed as he knew you were partying with your best friends as it was your bestie’s birthday so you had to be safe, right? Right?

He quickly got dressed and drove as crazy through the empty parisian streets.

He reached the hospital in record time and once inside he saw his brother waiting for him.

“What’s going on?” he saw his brother with a very sad face.

“Kylian…you should sit” his brother said.

“Ethan…tell me the fuck it’s going on…” he started to get a bit aggressive as everyone was around him and no one would tell him anything.

“It’s y/n…she was in a car crash…” Ethan said and Kylian’s heart missed a few beats.

“But she’s okay?” he asked too hopeful.

“She’s in coma right now…” his mom said trying to calm him down “…a man didn’t stop at the red light and he crushed into y/n…the police already has him in custody, he was drunk too so he probably will be in jail for a long time…” his mom said.

But Kylian’s didn’t want him in jail. No he wanted him death for even trying to hurt you.

“She’ll be okay son” his father said as Kylian sat down in the waiting room.

Kylian and his family spent the whole night at the hospital waiting for some news on your situation. His mom already called your family, alerting them of your current situation.

The next few days were hell, for everyone.

Kylian missed trainings and a very important match but at the moment he couldn’t care less about his team as you were fighting for your life in a hospital bed. Your family was in the hospital with Kylian’s family. He spent every single minute he could in your room, always whispering soft words and singing your favorite songs hoping you would wake up.

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“I’m so sorry…there’s nothing we can do” the doctor said the next day while everyone was in the waiting room “she’s gone…” he said before leaving them all alone.

You were dead.

And Kylian couldn’t do anything about it.

The moment he heard those words coming out from the doctor’s mouth and he didn’t know what to feel.

Your family started crying. His family started crying. Ethan saw you as a big sister so he was as heartbroken as everyone was. But Kylian started at the long corridor feeling completely empty, like he had just lost a part of him.

His family tried to persuade him to come home with them but all he wanted was to go to his home, lay in bed and cry.

So that’s what he did.

He hold your pillow and started crying all night.

He wouldn’t leave your pillow as it was smelling of your perfume.

The world found out about your death pretty quickly and every one started calling or messaging Kylian but he wouldn’t simply reply. He would leave everyone on read or he would hung up. The pain he was feeling was too much and he didn’t know if he could handle it.

Your funeral was easy, filled with pain and sadness, only his family, your family and your friends were there. The moment he buried you he knew it was over, that you wouldn’t come back.

He came back training a few weeks later and since that day PSG started winning every single match as Kylian was hurting himself by training more and playing every single match. Everyone around him noticed it but they kept they mouth shut because they knew Kylian was too vulnerable in that moment.

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“I really want to go to Iceland tho…” you said while you were both in bed as you were looking for your perfect honeymoon trip.

“But it’s cold…” he said.

“Who said honeymoon has to be in a tropical place?” you teased him.

“But why Iceland?” he asked.

“Why Bahamas?” you asked him.

“Because we can swim” he laughed and you started laughing too.

“We can swim in Iceland too you know…” you teased him.

“Oh please…” he started laughing as he held you closer.

Little did you know he already booked the whole trip to Iceland but he wanted to be a surprise for you.

“I’ll stick to the Bahamas…” he joked.

“I’ll convince you anyway” you said kissing his lips.

His arms went to hold your waist as you sat on his lap.

“Is this how you wanna convince me?” he teased you.

“Maybe…” you started kissing his neck as his hands went under your t-shirt, leaving goosebumps all over your skin.

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Kylian spent all of his days daydreaming about you.

About the family you were going to create.

About the love you two shared.

It’s been months after you died and it didn’t what his family tried to do to cheer him up, he rather spent his days dreaming about you being there with him instead of moving on because he knew that the day he would accept your death it would be over for him too.

[damiansgoodgirll]

kylian mbappè x reader

tw : smut, safeword and aftercare!! read this only if you’re 18+!!!

Safeword

kylian needed to show you who did you belong to.

he knew you knew but seeing that man flirting with you at the restaurant drove him crazy and he couldn’t wait to have his hands all over your body that night.

you loved when he showed his possessiveness to you, you loved how he made you feel, how he marked you up like you were his and his only, but sometimes he had a tendency to lose himself in those feelings and getting a little bit too rough.

you loved him when he was rough with you but you didn’t want him to overstep your boundaries.

“let me hear you baby” his voice whispered into your ear while his thumb worked on your pulsing clit.

he already made you come once with his tongue and now he wanted to do the same with his fingers. he wanted to break you and have you at his mercy.

he was so jealous that the man even watched in your direction he swore he was going to kill him.

“come for me baby” he said when he felt how close you were and you came with a loud moan.

you were panting, needing air in your lungs but he had no intention to stop.

“i’m gonna show you who you belong to princess, no man on earth will ever look into your direction again…” he said kissing you while he drove his cock between your folds.

you were loving every second of it.

he filled you up so good you’ve never felt that full.

he started rocking his hips into you at inhumanly speed, skin slapping and moans were covering the room.

“kyky i’m so close please…” you moaned, feeling the overstimulation from the previous orgasms.

“me too baby, come for me, come now” he whispered and you followed his order and came all over his cock. the way you clenched around him was enough for making him come into you.

“oh shit…” you whispered once you got down from your high but the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know, he had no intention of stopping.

“who do you belong to princess?” he asked you while his hand laid softly on your cheek.

“you kylian , only you” you whispered.

“good, now turn over” he grabbed your waits and made you lay on your chest, ass up in the air while your head was on your pillow.

“this is mine” he said slapping your ass.

it burned but you loved it.

“this is all mine…” he slapped you harder this time.

you didn’t mind it, but the moment he brought his thumb back to your clit your legs began to shake again, you were too overstimulated from the previous orgasms to be touched there again.

“kylian wait…” you tried to stop him but his middle finger was already thrusting into you. you clenched hard around his finger, trying to show him your discomfort but he wasn’t having any of it.

he thought you were enjoying it and so he continued it.

in fact you were enjoying it but it all became too much, the pleasure was overwhelming and even if you wanted to come one last time you knew you had to stop.

“kylian…” you cried, tears falling from your eyes.

“…red, red please…red, red, red” you kept whispering but kylian stopped the moment he heard the first red coming out from your mouth.

“hey hey it’s okay baby…” he tried to calm you down when he saw how you fell on the bed when he stopped his movement inside you.

his heart broke when he saw you crying.

“shhh, baby it’s okay” he comforted you without touching you.

“can you hug me please?” you asked softly and he immediately wrapped his arms around you.

“i’m so sorry baby, i never meant to hurt you…” he was feeling guilty.

“no kyky you didn’t hurt me…it’s just, it was too overwhelming…i couldn’t bring myself to another orgasm it was too much…i’m sorry” you cried into his shoulder.

“no mon amour don’t cry…you did so good to me, that’s why we have a safeword for…i love you so much babe, i mean it…do you want to sleep? we can cuddle or eat something, whatever you want baby” he said stroking your hair.

“i’m really tired…can we sleep please?” you asked him.

“of course baby, wear this” he gave you his t-shirt to sleep in, knowing how much you loved wearing his clothes.

“thank you kyky” you laid down on the bed and brought your head over his chest.

“i love you so much baby…have a good night” he kissed your forehead while his hand was on your back, gently touching it and stroking it, helping you fall asleep.

[damiansgoodgirll]

Can you write some Kylian angst where him and reader have a big argument, he walks out and drives off which makes reader cry, after he left she feels ill then she tries to call Kylian but he didn't answer and then she faints, when he comes home he found her on the floor and takes her to the hospital direct and they found out she is pregnant. After she was really mad at him but forgives him after he apologize many times?

kylian mbappè x reader

trigger warning : angst, mention of cheating, fainting, pregnancy

i never meant to hurt you

“kylian! can you please calm down!” you kept screaming, knowing that he wouldn’t listen to you.

“calm down? y/n the photos are everywhere! who is he? uh?” he asked you, again.

it started as a normal day but kylian came home and accused you of cheating on him. it was ridiculous but there were pictures of you hugging a boy that wasn’t kylian and instead of letting you explain, he accused you of lying and cheating on him.

“he’s a friend! i was at the bar and we bumped into each other, i haven’t seen in for years kylian!” you had enough, he was being childish.

“sure…you bumped into a friend and decided to sit at the table with him and hug him?” he was mad.

“yes! is that so hard to believe?” you asked him. tears falling from your eyes because it was the first time kylian screamed at you.

“very hard to believe you didn’t cheat…i can’t believe that after all of these years we’ve spent together you decided to cheat, on me…” he told you.

“kylian! i fucking didn’t cheat on you! why can’t you trust me?” you almost screamed.

“maybe because all i see was my girlfriend all over a man who wasn’t me?”

“i’ve never, never, said anything when all those models constantly flirts with you even tho you know how mad it makes me, when i see them touching you and hugging you, i never complained and for one time! one time that i see an old friend of mine, who’s actually married, one time that i decide to hug an old friend of mine, you accuse me of cheating? kylian, what the fuck?” you couldn’t keep it in you any longer so you told him everything you wanted him to know.

“you know that’s different!” he screamed back.

“how?”

“those are models i work with!” he explained.

“oh my bad! i only knew kylian the football player, not kylian the victoria’s secret model!”

“you know that’s not what i meant! it’s all my sponsors…you know that! but we are not talking about me! it’s you who cheated and the pictures are everywhere and i can’t barely stand in the same room with you right now!” he said, taking a jacket and his car keys.

“where are you going now?”

“i’m going for a drive…” and with that he left the house, leaving you standing there in the living room.

it’s been thirty minutes since he left you home alone and you started to feel sick. you felt pain in your lower stomach and your head became dizzy.

you reached for your phone in your pocket and you tried to call kylian but he wouldn’t pick up. you tried a few times but the pain became too much and you were terrified.

“please pick up…” you whispered.

but he wouldn’t.

you tried to go from the living room to the kitchen, seeing is drinking some water would make you feel better but you weren’t able to take a few steps forward that you laid on the floor due to the pain.

and then you saw nothing but black surrounding you.

kylian realised that he acted as a child the moment he left you alone. but he didn’t want to come back home, he was mad at himself for making you cry. but eventually he thought he spent too much time driving around the city and all he wanted to do was to apologise to you, so he came back home. what he wasn’t expecting was to see you laying on the ground, unresponsive. he immediately called an ambulance as he tried in any way possible to wake you up.

once you were taken to the hospital, doctors and nurses ran towards you to take care of you.

kylian was panicking, he was blaming himself for leaving you alone, he was blaming himself for not picking up your calls, he was mad at himself for screaming at you and for not believing in you.

he stood next to you for the whole time the doctors took test on you.

“she was stressed and dehydrated” one of the nurses told kylian, hoping he would calm down.

when you woke up, you saw a white blinding light pointed out into your eyes, making you squeeze them violently.

“easy easy…” you heard kylian voice next to you.

“kylian?” you called him, opening your eyes softly.

“it’s me…i’m here baby, i’m so sorry…” he apologised “i’m so sorry for screaming at you, for not believing in you…”

“it’s okay…” you said tiredly. you were still mad at him but you were too tired to fight back at the moment.

before he could speak again, a doctor came into the room with the happiest of the smiles you have ever seen.

he checked you, like every doctor is supposed to do.

“next time don’t stress to much, it will hurt the baby…” he smiled at you.

“the what?” you asked him a little confused.

“the baby…you’re pregnant…the test we ran also showed us a high level of dehydration, probably the reason you fainted in the first place, also, your boyfriend told us you had a little argument before the accident happened so i suggest you to both keep it down, for the sake of the baby” he smiled at you “congratulations!”

you and kylian were shocked. you had planned a lot of things in your life but a kid wasn’t on the list. in that moment you forgot about being mad at kylian, your worry was all about the kid you were carrying.

“we’re gonna be parents…” kylian whispered. you thought he was going to be mad but the tears in his eyes and the smile on his face told you a different story.

“we’re gonna be parents…” you repeated, smiling at him, and in that moment all of your worries began to fade as you let kylian hold you and taking care of you.

[damiansgoodgirll]

Can you do a angst about Kylian maybe he cheated on his wife when she is pregnant (or not) and then she leaves him, but after she forgives him after so many attempts of trying get back to her, with a happy ending

changed it a bit because i hate cheating so no happy ending for this one :))

kylian mbappè x reader

tw : cheating, a lot of angst sorry

5 years

you were six months pregnant and you and kylian were thrilled about the arrival of your first baby. you’ve been wanting a family for so long and when you started trying for a baby if felt like the universe wasn’t on your side.

now, two years later, you were finally pregnant and full of joy. everyone around you kept telling you how full of life you were, you were glowing and people noticed it.

the first few months were hell. you couldn’t keep food down, even the smell of morning breakfast made you nauseous and frustrated. kylian did everything he could to help you. he would hold your hair if you needed to throw up, he would cuddle you afterwards and helped you stay hydrated.

around the third month your belly started to show, you started to feel the baby growing. kylian talked every night to your growing belly, he couldn’t wait to meet them.

fourth and fifth months were easier. you still felt nauseous and your whole body began to hurt, your back was hurting, your feet, your growing boobs, your hands, sometimes even your nose. but to you, everything was worth it.

now you just entered your sixth month and because of pregnancy, hormones and summer you couldn’t stop sweating. you were always a complete mess. not even cold showers and ac could help you.

kylian knew how much uncomfortable you were and he decided to make you relax with a little vacation in miami. not the coldest place on earth, it was completely the opposite but your hotel had a spa, indoor pool and a perfect way to the beach. it was everything you could ask for.

the week passed and you were so grateful that kylian made you forget about all of your problems. he was invited to some party in the hamptons, almost like he was part of the elite and of course he wanted to go. he asked you to join him but honestly you couldn’t wait to go home and lay in bed all week. your body started to hurt again and you needed some rest. of course kylian understood your point of view so he went to the hamptons while you went straight back home.

you called him when you landed back in paris and he texted you right before the party. everything was normal, until it wasn’t.

you woke up the day after, it probably was still night in america so you waited to call kylian. due to your growing belly you couldn’t find any comfortable position in bed so you woke up pretty early and laid on the couch watching some tv.

when it was around 9 am you got tired, you went from watching the news to watching friends to watching crime shows. the only person you needed was kylian but at the moment he was on the other side of the world partying and probably getting drunk.

you ignored your phone all morning so you were surprised when you saw that your best friend called you 10 times.

it was lunch time and you were starting to eat when you decided to open your phone. it was blowing.

14 missed calls from kylian.

10 missed calls from your best friend.

4 missed calls from kylian’s brother ethan.

you saw people kept mentioning you on twitter and instagram so curiosity got the best of you and went straight to the socials.

you wish you didn’t do it.

leaked pictures of kylian kissing another woman. his hands all over her body. on her ass too. a video of kylian and this random girl hidden in the corner making out.

you felt like throwing up but this time wasn’t because of the pregnancy.

people started messaging you, saying how sorry they were for you, that you and the baby didn’t deserve it.

the baby.

he cheated on you, his soon-to-be wife, while you were carrying his baby.

he decided to throw away five years for what?

right when your mind was spinning and full of thoughts that kylian’s name appeared once again on your phone. he was calling you again. this time you answered, you knew you had to confront him once he got back home.

“oh thank god you answered…” he said from the other side of the phone.

“do you need something?” you asked, your voice emotionless. he knew you saw the pictures. and the video.

“listen, i’m coming back home right now, i’m at the airport…i’m so sorry, you have no idea…i’m so ashamed” he confessed. you knew he was crying but you couldn’t care less.

you turned your phone off without answering him. you knew you had like 6 or 7 hours before he got back home, so, with the help of your best friend, you started packing everything, from your clothes to the make up and books.

the moment you saw how empty his room looked without your things you broke down crying. you started realising that the man you loved for all these years really cheated on you.

you broke down once again, this time when you were in the nursery because having a family and growing this kid with love was all you wished for.

your best friend comforted you and helped you packing. while you were at home waiting for kylian, she got all of your stuff back to your old apartment. it wasn’t as nice as kylian’s, but it was big enough for you to be growing your baby.

sat on the sofa and watching the eiffel tower shining, you heard the front door opening and what you saw was a very broken and suffering kylian.

good.

he needed so suffer.

“baby…i…” he started talking but you stopped him.

“y/n…not baby, my name’s y/n”

“i’m so sorry mon amour, i - i don’t know what happened…” he started explaining and you let him, you already knew that no matter what he said you were not going to forgive him “i guess i was just drunk and caught up in the moment…i know it’s not an excuse but i really have none…i’m so so sorry for doing this to you, you didn’t deserve it…”

“we didn’t deserve it…” you said laying a hand on your belly “i don’t give a fuck if you were drunk or not, you cheated on me! kylian this is unforgivable, don’t give a shit if you’re the father of my baby…i don’t wanna see you or hear you ever again” you said standing up from the couch.

“what-you can’t be serious…no, no i can’t lose you y/n, you’re everything for me, you and the baby…i love you both so much…”

“i’m deadass serious mbappè” you tried to keep a serious tone but you broke down when you started seeing that woman around kylian’s body in your mind “i’ve loved you for all of these years kylian, i still love you but right now i can’t even stay in the same room as you…you make me sick, in less than three months our baby will be here and - and i can’t even stand to see your face” you cried “i gave you everything! kylian, how could you do this to me? to us?”

“i know i have no excuses…i’m just so sorry, i can’t even say how much sorry i am…”

“i don’t care how sorry you are” you sobbed “i really don’t…you just broke everything we had, this, our family…”

“don’t say this please…” kylian walked towards you but you stopped him. he wanted to punch himself, he wanted to scream and cry, he wanted to hold you and wipe your tears away but he knew he fucked up really bad.

“i already packed my things…i won’t be living here, i can’t even stand to see your face right now…”

“no, you can’t leave me y/n please…i love you so much, i fucked up i know but i’ll work for your forgiveness, i’ll make it up to you” he cried. he knew it was over. he lost.

“i really don’t care…” you said. exhausted.

“don’t do this please…don’t break our family apart”

“you did it kylian the moment you kissed that girl, and i know that it wasn’t only a kiss, i know you fucked her, the look you had in the video…i know that look pretty good…you’re the one to blame…you’ll be hearing from my lawyer” you said before leaving his apartment.

kylian broke you in so many ways you couldn’t even explain but your baby deserved to have a father, you just didn’t want to be a part of it.

his mom and his family helped you during the last months of pregnancy, he tried to call you so many times that you had to block him.

you didn’t want him inside the room when you were giving birth. your mom was there, his mom was there too and that was all the support you needed.

you began to think about how it would have been if he never cheated on you, how your baby would have two beautiful parents that loved each others but now your child was stuck with two parents who kept fighting and couldn’t see each others.

all because kylian couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.

part 2

[damiansgoodgirll]

kylian mbappè x reader

tw: angst, a little bit of postpartum depression

5 years (part two)

giving birth to your baby without having kylian in the room with you was the hardest part. you always imagined having the love of your life by your side, comforting you and encouraging you. the person that was supposed to be your everything.

you knew that after all he was the father of your child but a little part of you knew that he didn’t deserve it. so you did without him. you had all the support you needed but not his.

and it was okay. you were still healing.

but the worst part was being a single mom. taking care of a newborn all alone and having no experience was hard, it was killing you. of course kylian saw the baby, but with football and away matches he couldn’t take care of your kid 24 hours the way you were doing.

the restless nights.

your kid crying from day to night and from night to day.

your whole body was in pain.

your feet so swollen you only wore slippers.

and your breast, it was killing you. it was always so full and swollen to the point the pain because too much and you couldn’t do nothing to prevent it.

kylian apologised so many times you’ve lost count. he prayed, no, he begged for you to take him back. and even tho you missed him, you couldn’t forgive what he did.

like - how can someone forgive cheating? you couldn’t find a straight answer to that. even if it’s been four months now, you couldn’t find the strength to forgive and forget something like that. i

while you were lost in your thoughts you heard a faint knock on the door. you knew it was him. it was kylian’s day off and of course he wanted to spend it with your baby. you came to an agreement that you would do co-parenting. your lawyer proposed it and you couldn’t say no, it was kylian’s child too after all.

you opened the door and let him. your child was currently sleeping so you didn’t want to wake them up yet and kylian noticed that too because he stopped you before you could go to their bedroom.

“one second y/n…” he said and you turned to look at him “can we - can we talk for a second?”

“is it really necessary?” you asked. it wasn’t like you were on great terms, nope. you still hated to see his face but you were doing everything in your power to give a good life to your baby, including having two parents who didn’t fight every single day. you didn’t want this toxicity in your family.

“yes please…i promise you, i’ll be quick i just - i just need to talk to you, at least for a minute, without having your lawyers or the kid crying in the background…” he said.

you nodded and let him sit on the couch while you sat on your armchair.

“are you okay?” he asked you.

“yes why?”

“y/n, please don’t lie…i know you and i know that look, you’re not okay, you’re far from okay” he said and you couldn’t believe your ears.

“what? i’m okay kylian, what is that supposed to mean?” you grew difensive.

“i’m not trying to attack you or make you angry, i just wanna know if you’re okay, i know doing this alone it’s hard and i want you to know that i’m here if you need me…you look tired, even a blind person would be able to see it…” he began to talk but you stopped him.

“i’m okay kylian, stop it…”

“but i know you’re not! i know you…i know the baby is tiring you and-…”

“yes, the baby is tiring me out like hell, okay? are you happy with this?” you whispered-screamed.

“then why don’t you let me help you? please…”

“i don’t want or need your help kylian!” you grew tired of this and couldn’t wait to have kylian out of your apartment.

“but the baby needs you and you can’t take care of them if you’re not taking care of yourself…” he said, probably rephrasing bad what he wanted to say.

“i can’t take care of my child?” you stood up “kylian, you have no fucking idea what i’ve been sacrificing these past months. my mental health is gone, i don’t know if what i’m doing is wrong or right and i’m doing this all alone! the least you do is staying with the baby a few hours a week because your too busy with football and your career so don’t you ever tell me again how parenting works okay?” you needed to let it all out and kylian was there to listen to you “i fucking hate the moments you took the baby away from me because i feel so alone but at the same time i love it because the whole house is calm and peaceful…and the house - the house is always a mess, i’m trying my best, i’m fucking trying but it’s hard…” you sobbed a little.

“let it all out…” he said wrapping his arms around you. you needed a hug so bad that for a moment you forgot that you were mad at him.

“i hate the way my body changed…i see myself in the mirror and i can’t recognise that person, it’s a whole new me and i hate her! everything hurts, my body, my breast, hell even my feet! i need to sleep more that three hours a night but i can’t…i just, i’m not okay but i’m pretending i am because someone needs to stay strong for our baby…” you said wiping your tears.

kylian gave you a sad smile. he wanted to keep holding you but you immediately moved away. he wanted to be the one who wiped your tears away but you wouldn’t let him touch you.

“listen to me y/n…you’re a great mom, you’re a beautiful person, in and out…you just need a little rest…you’re just human after all” he said and you gave a sarcastic smile “i have a four days break from practice and football, no matches , no training, no interviews, nothing at all. our baby could stay with me for these days so you could rest…you need to rest…you’ve been tiring yourself out for too much now…and you need a well deserved rest” he proposed.

at first you wanted to say no. staying away from your baby for four days? absolutely no!

but you needed it. you needed to rest, sleep for more than 3 hours.

so you ended up saying yes.

you packed all the things kylian would be needing for these days and you already knew it was going downhill even before starting. but you prayed that he would call his mom if he needed help and not a baby sitter. your baby didn’t need a babysitter, your baby needed to bond with his father.

so you gave him the bag, the baby in his stroller, a hand piece of paper with all the things kylian needed to know and waved them goodbye.

you’ve spent the first day in bed. literally. you ordered take out and ate in bed.

the second day you focused a little more on the house, it needed cleaning but you took things calmer. and in the afternoon you had time for yourself so you booked yourself a hair appointment and you fixed the shit you had in head.

the third day was a real blessing. in the morning you went out for groceries, in the afternoon you went out for shopping. you stopped at his cute book store near your house and once inside you accidentally bumped into someone. you apologised so many times that the man in front of you had to stop you.

you’ve began to talk, finding out you have more in common than what you expected. you felt an immediate connection with him and he felt it too.

the same night you had dinner together, it wasn’t a date, more like two people that wanted to get to know each others better.

“i liked this night…” you said when he walked you back home.

“it doesn’t have to be the last one though…” he smiled at you and for the first time in months you let out a genuine laugh.

“no it doesn’t…”

“well, goodnight madame…i really had a great time with you” he said smiling at you and gently kissing your cheek.

you texted all night and on day four you invited him over for lunch.

you really had a great time together. you thought he was going to dump you the moment you told him about you having a child and being a single mom at this young age but he stayed anyway. he listened to you. and for the first time in a very long time you felt attracted to someone who wasn’t kylian.

bonus was that he wasn’t a football fan so you wouldn’t have to worry.

you’ve spent the fourth day together, learning more about one another.

and as days, even months passed you grew more and more fond of each other to the point you started dating.

kylian hated it. he hated seeing you with another man. he hated seeing you happy with someone who wasn’t him. but he knew he lost you many months ago and he couldn’t do anything to have you back.

this was like your little and sweet revenge.

after being in pain and sad, crying almost every night you found a way out, a light, an opportunity that you had to take, and thank goodness, you did.

[damiansgoodgirll]

Can you do a angst to fluff with kylian, maybe about y/n meets a old friend and talks to him and kylian get angry and they fight then they reconcile with each other

kylian mbappe x reader

tw : angst, kylian being a little toxic (sorry) fluff at the end tho

jealousy jealousy

“kylian can you talk to me please?” you asked him once again but he wouldn’t reply. instead he gripped the wheel hardest as he was driving back home.

you and kylian went to this cute bar that just opened in paris and it was supposed to be just the two of you, but after an hour that you were there, you met an old high school friend that you haven’t seen since you graduated and of course curiosity, got the best of you, and you wanted to know everything about him.

kylian wasn’t amused by the fact that you were giving all your attention to your friend. no he was jealous but he wouldn’t admit it.

you were really close to this guy when you were in high school and you were not going to lie, he once had a crush on you, but when you rejected him he remained and wanted to be friend with you anyway.  he was being polite and ask kylian question too but he would simply reply with “yes” “no” “okay” and that was stressing you out.

“okay fine you wanna be like that, fine with me…” you said losing all hope.

“so you’re not saying anything about your friend who clearly had other intentions than being more than friend?” he asked you sarcastically and you couldn’t believe your ears.

“kylian, if you heard the conversation for at least just a minute, you would know he is married and has a kid…can’t believe you’re being like this over nothing…”

“that man was all on you for the whole night, of course i’m being like this!” kylian almost shouted.

“i can’t with you…you’re being irrational! he is just a friend, i haven’t seen him for years and you’re acting all pick me and jealous because i wanted to catch up a little with him!” you shouted back.

“so you had to catch up with him on our night out? you couldn’t find any other moment right?” he asked you scoffing a little.

“he was there! kylian, how was i supposed to know he would be there! oh my - i can’t, i truly can’t right now…”

“no we’re talking about it because you are the one who wanted to talk about it! it was supposed to be our night y/n and you let your friend sit with us for the whole night!” he said keeping the eyes on the road.

“he stayed only for fifteen minutes kylian! why are you being so dramatic?” you were losing all your patience to the moment you were about to jump off the car a walk back home by yourself.

“still…it was our night and you let him y/n…”

“okay and what about our second anniversary? because i remember how we were dining together, and girls kept glaring at you and asking you for pictures while we were having our special moment. or how about…how about my birthday last year?  you wanted to try this new club and i agreed with you, but you spent the whole night with influencers and models and you ignored me…” you said remembering one of the worst nights of your life.

“oh that was different y/n, don’t bring those days back!”

“why? why is it different? because you’re kylian mbappè so you’re allowed to have fans who kept bothering us during our anniversary? because you’re this famous football player who’s allowed to spend my birthday night with other girls? and i’m not even allowed to say hello to an old friend of mine?” you said, not even screaming anymore. you were just sad and upset with kylian and because he was being a little shit.

you remembered how you two argued on your anniversary, but you decided to drop it because those girls were just probably friends and wanted to have a picture with kylian.

you also remembered how disappointed you were on your birthday night  because the girls were all over kylian and he wasn’t even bothered about it. you talked to him about what happened that night and he simply dismissed it by saying that those girls were influencers and models that he was working with, so you had nothing to be jealous about, but it was still your birthday and instead of spending it with the man of your life you spent it sitting on a black leather catch over yourself with a beer in your hand.

you were hurt. more than hurt because apparently kylian didn’t value like you valued him.

kylian didn’t say anything while he kept driving. he heard the changing of your voice, and he knew he fucked up pretty bad. he knew it was serious when you turned from angry to being sad.

his mind was working a way to make up to you. he knew you weren’t the type of person that would accept flowers or jewellery,  you were the type of person to talk about the problems that you both had because he knew how communication was important to you.

when you got back home, you went immediately into your shared bedroom and change into a comfy pyjamas, not even waiting for kylian to join you in bed.

you heard him laying on the bed next to you but you were facing the opposite side.

“baby…can we talk?” he asked softly.

“why? so you could tell me once again how you are more important than me?” you sarcastically said.

“what? gosh, no baby, never…i know i fucked up, i’m just… i was just so jealous when i saw you being all happy around your friend…i shouldn’t have acted the way i did, and i’m so sorry for that” he apologised.

you turned to face him and saw the honesty in his face.

“i never wanted to make you feel like you are not important for me, you are the most important person in my life and i love you so much…i was just jealous and i acted like shit, i’m sorry mon ange” he said.

“it’s okay…” you smiled at him and you saw him relax a bit “i want to you talk to me the next time so we can pass over us fighting…i love you kylian” you snuggled closer to him and he happily engulfed you in his large arms.

“i know, communication is key it’s just i’m not so used to it…”

“i know it’s okay… but next time please talk to me, doesn’t matter what the problem is,  if you’re feeling down or bad, i rather you talk to me instead of causing a tantrum” you slightly joked and he laughed too.

“i promise mon amour…i promise” he kissed your cheek.

you stayed like that for almost an hour, just falling asleep next to each other and each other’s embrace.

[applejuicefruit]

I’ve seen your a juventus fan so am I so maybe can I request reader and Kylian dating but reader is a Juve fan and when it’s PSG against Juve and juve lost and they’re basically out of champions league you feel sad instead of celebrating with your boyfriend and you kinda argue about it, like he’s disappointed because he wanted for you to cheer for him but at the stadium you wore Juventus jersey and he got mad but you got mad the most because in that moment he had no respect about your team knowing how much you love Juventus please❤️❤️❤️ Angst and some fluff at the end please thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️

I’m Juventus number one fan so of course I can write about this🤭❤️

Plus I was so sad when Juve lost against PSG twice but still, I was happy for Kylian because he’s dreaming about winning the champions league sooo❤️

Anyway with everything that is going on with Juve I really need to write something about this so thank you so much for requesting this ⭐️

kylian mbappe x reader

Juventus is better than you

You were born in an italian family where football was more important than Christmas or Easter. You were only 4 when Italy won the World Cup in 2006 but you remember it like it was yesterday. Your parents were both Juventus fan and growing up they often would bring you at the stadium to see their games so it was normal for you to be a Juventus fan now. You grew up loving those black and white colors. Every birthday you asked for the same things. Whether it was a ticket to their new match or a new jersey with your favorite player, Juventus was there. It sadden you when you had to leave Torino, the city where you were born and grew up in to follow your parents in Paris but you were only 16 and you couldn’t say no. Four years after, you were 20 and still living in Paris but with a plot twist, you were dating Kylian Mbappè. You’ve met him in a restaurant when he accidentally mistaken you for a person he was waiting for. You were pretty sure he wasn’t waiting for no one and he just wanted to approach you but he had no idea how. After that accident he wanted to “apologize” for his bad scene so he asked for your number and he took you out the next day. You started dating a few weeks after, it was love at first sight. You kept your relationship private for a few months but eventually paparazzi found out and you became “famous”. You didn’t mind it, people liked you. You were kind and spontaneous, always posting funny videos with Kylian on your tiktok and also opening your youtube channel where you talked about football. Nothing bad to say, you were pretty loved by everyone.

The only thing that Kylian couldn’t change was the fact that you weren’t a PSG fan, of course you always supported him at his games but you weren’t a fan. There was only one team in your heart and that was Juventus.

He was sad at first but after meeting your parents he knew it was in your DNA and he couldn’t do much about it. Instead he became supportive and watched the games with you. Always cheering with you when they won.

But your happiness broke down when you saw that PSG and Juve were in the same tournament for qualifying in the champions league. You knew it would have been hard for your team, not only because they had to go against PSG twice but also because they were facing Benfica, another strong team.

You really were speechless.

Kylian said nothing when he saw the tournament because he didn’t want to upset you. After almost two years of relationship he knew how much you loved Juventus, probably more than him.

The first game Juventus lost. You knew it would have been a hard match but did Kylian really have to score twice? He was so happy about it that you were pretty sure he didn’t care about your feelings in that moment and it made you sad. You knew how much he wanted to win the champions league but still, your favorite team lost and you couldn’t be happy for him.

The second game was worse. Juventus lost again but this time it was over, they were out of the champions league. Of course Kylian scored in that game too but you were so sad seeing Juventus like this that you couldn’t celebrate with him. What hurt the most is that you were back in Torino, your hometown where everyone you loved was there just to see Juve losing to PSG.

You wrapped your hands around your body, holding the jersey you were wearing closer to your body, the juventus jersey that your parents got you for your birthday last year.

You let a few tears fall.

You weren’t the only one, a lot of Juve fans were sad about the non qualification in the champions league but you were more worried about the fact that somehow you would have to face Kylian.

You knew he wouldn’t stop talking about it and you had no intention of listening him talking about his goal all night long.

You saw him celebrating in the pitch and he gestured you to come down and celebrate with him and his team. Instead you left the stadium, still crying knowing he would be mad at you for letting him celebrating alone when all of his teammates had their wives and girlfriends in the pitch with them.

You wanted to go back to your old home but you knew you couldn’t so instead you drove back to the hotel waiting for Kylian to arrive. You showered and changed, laying in the couch trying to fall asleep so you wouldn’t have to face Kylian but you were too sad about that night that you couldn’t fall asleep.

You heard the door opening, sign that Kylian was back from the game.

“Why didn’t you come down when I called you?” he asked you not even greeting you

“Well hello to you” you said sitting on the bed

“I’m serious…you made me look like a fool” he said dropping his bag on the floor

“I’m sorry I wasn’t in the mood to celebrate” you said sarcastically. Was he serious?

“You could have come down and supported me…”

“Not when you beat my team, you knew it that I wouldn’t have supported you tonight so don’t act surprised” you said angrily

“Of course you wouldn’t. I knew it but still you could have shown some respect to my team” he spat back

“Oh fuck off Kylian!”

“What? You’re mad because I won? You knew someone was going to win tonight and you also knew that it wasn’t Juventus…” he said with a venomous voice

“I’m mat because you’re not showing any respect! You won? Congrats! But don’t come here and spitting it in my face! I don’t give a shit if you won!” you said back and his face changed into mad to sad but in that moment you didn’t care about him

“I thought I had a supportive girlfriend by my side…” he said looking down

“You know I always support you! But tonight? You know I couldn’t…not when we are talking about my team, my city…Kylian you asked me too much tonight…” you tried to resonate with him

“Still, you can’t change the fact that we won and your team lost, you can’t stay mad at me forever!”

“No of course I can’t change the fact that we lost but it would be nice if you wouldn’t have to spit in my face every two seconds!” you said back

“Why? Can’t you be happy for me?” he asked you and you couldn’t take it anymore

“No Kylian! I can’t! Not now, not tonight! How would you feel if you didn’t qualify? You wouldn’t be happy so neither am I!”

“But I did qualify and all I am asking you is to be happy for me!” at his point you were both screaming but you didn’t care

“You don’t understand Kylian! I’m very proud of you but still, my favorite team, the team I’ve been supporting all my life just lost…why can’t you understand that?”

“Why can’t you understand that this victory was important for me uh?” he shouted back

“I’m tired I want to sleep” you said giving up, knowing you would have kept fighting

“No we are gonna talk about it!”

“About what Kylian? You won and Juve lost stop…”

“You didn’t even congratulate with me, I’m so disappointed in you right now!”

“Okay go on, say how much of a bad girlfriend I am because I didn’t support you tonight, say how much you are disappointed or sad or mad at me, it won’t change anything…” you started crying, all you wanted was for him to understand your pain

“Yes y/n I’m very disappointed in you right now…” he spat back

“I really don’t care” you said with a blank face

“I see that”

“You know, when I had no one Juventus was there, when I had no friends because I was the weird girl who loved football at school Juventus was there, you more than anyone should understand what I feel for this team and I can’t believe your blaming me for being sad that they lost…I’m very proud of you, I am, but this will take time…” you said crying.

He didn’t reply. He was to shocked to even speak. He let you do your things because he didn’t know what to say.

He was finally understanding what this meant to you but you already laid in bed, almost falling asleep.

“Babe…” he called you once he laid in bed next to you “I didn’t mean to snap at you…please believe me”

“It’s okay. I’m sorry I screamed too…I’m so proud of you Kylian, I am”

“I know baby I know…” he kissed your forehead “next week I’m taking you to a Juventus match hoping they’ll win this time” he said and you laughed.

You fell asleep in his arms with Kylian gently massaging your arms and kissing your cheeks. You loved him and that wouldn’t change but now he knew that Juventus was more important than him.

[applejuicefruit]

Hi angel I love your blog❤️ Can you write something similar to the one shot you wrote with Olivier but reader being 18/19 and being Kylian’s neighbour please? It doesn’t have to be romantic ❤️❤️

tw: domestic violence, bad words, blood mention and a lot of angst

Thank you for requesting this! I hope you like it ⭐️❤️

Something better

You were 19, you just started college, you lived in a nice parisian neighbourhood and everyone thought your life was perfect. Except it wasn’t.

You grew up in a very rich family so everyone assumed you had everything you wanted. They were so wrong. You’re family was very messed up. You’re mom, a secretary for a very important business cheated on your dad with her boss and when you dad found out he decided to confront her about it. Instead she decided to leave and go with her boss. Leaving you all alone with your dad only when you were 9. You and your dad had to survive alone.

He was a lawyer, a very good one. Everyone admired his work, his career and his devotion towards his job, but if only knew what was going on between your four walls.

He started to drink after your mum left. He never forgave her for cheating. He became a completely different man.

The first time he raised his hands on you was when you were 11. You asked him for help with your homework and instead of helping you he slapped you in your face, saying he was too busy working a case.

You blamed yourself. But you were only a kid.

That was the first night but not the last.

He liked beating you. When you were a kid you couldn’t put up a fight so you simply let him.

Now it was a bit different. You were a teenager on her first year of college, hardly at home and when you were at home he was already fast asleep. Sometimes you fought. You were sure your neighbours could hear you. Especially the man who lived in front of you.

The famous football player Kylian Mbappè.

The man you had a crush on. But you knew you couldn’t compete with the models he brought home from games so you simply accepted his friendship.

You were sure he knew what was going on between you and your dad but he never said anything.

One night it got really bad.

It was around 8pm and you were doing some work when your dad came into the apartment shutting the front door so loud it almost broke.

“What have you made for dinner?” he asked you not even greeting you

“I already ate” you said not leaving the face from your laptop

“And you didn’t cook anything for me?”

“You know how to cook”

“That’s not a way to talk to your father!” he shouted making you flinch

“I’m tired I’m going to sleep” you said standing up from the chair but in that moment he grabbed your shoulder and threw you on the ground. Your face hitting the floor so hard you were sure your lips were broken.

“Now I’m gonna ask you again, what have you made for dinner? Bitch”

“I said I already ate”

He punched your face

“Try again”

He punched your nose

You were spitting blood.

You thought he would kill you until you heard the door bell ring.

“Is everything okay?”

It was Kylian.

“I’ve heard some loud noises”

Your dad stood up and told you to stay there and to not talk.

“Hi Kylian, yes, everything okay. Y/n accidentally broke a plate” your dad said making everything look normal

“You sure?”

“Yes Kylian, we were about to eat so…”

“Oh okay, I’ll go” Kylian said before going back to his apartment.

When your dad turned you weren’t there anymore, instead you locked yourself in your bedroom trying to escape him.

That night you didn’t fall asleep. You waited till morning until he would leave for work.

When he left you got out of your room and cleaned the mess that was left in the kitchen.

You looked yourself in the mirror and you cried at the sight of your face. Your left eye was purple and your lips were definitely broken.

Your body ached. You hardly could move.

You were so lost in your mind you didn’t hear the doorbell ring.

“Y/n?” Kylian called from the other side of the door

You opened the door and he swore he almost had a heart attack when he saw your face.

“What happened to your face?” he asked, voice full of concern

“I fell…”

“Sure, try again”

“No really, I fell”

“Chère don’t lie to me, what happened?”

“I told you I fell” you said almost closing the door in front of his face but he stopped it

“Y/n…please” and when he looked at you with those puppy eyes you started crying

“We had a big fight last night…hen didn’t mean to hurt me it was my fault I made him angry”

“Absolutely no! That’s not an excuse” he said hugging you. In that moment you stated crying harder “why don’t we go back to my place and I’ll take care of those bruises?” he asked and you simply nodded.

He guided you into his own place and let you sit on the couch while he grabbed the emergency kit. You tried to be strong but every time he touched your cheek it felt like fire. He sensed it and tried to be more careful.

“I’m sorry I’m hurting you” he said putting some ice on your lip

“No it’s fine…”

“It’s really not y/n. Have you talked about this with someone?” he asked a bit concerned

“With who?” you said back in a low tone “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to snap at you”

“Don’t worry…but, what about your mom? You have other relatives…have you talked to them?” he asked trying to being helpful

“It’s all my mom’s fault if he’s like this. She left him. She left us. He tried to be a good father at first but eventually he gave up, he said it was my fault my parents weren’t together anymore…”

“You know it’s not your fault”

“I know it’s not my fault now but I needed that comfort when I was a kid, not now” you said trying to forget your awful childhood “Kylian I was a kid…how can you blame a kid for that?”

Kylian was so mad at your father. No kids should be treated like this.

“You know what? You’ll stay here. I’ll give you the guest bedroom, I’ll give you some spare keys and you’ll stay here”

“No I can’t accept, plus, he lives in front of you…”

“Yes but he can’t get into my place”

“I don’t want to spend the rest of my life here Kylian…I just want a normal life”

“Can you at least think about it? I can’t let you go back knowing he might hurt you again”

“He won’t. I know him. It was just a bad day yesterday” you lied knowing that the moment you would walk back into the apartment things would get worse.

“Y/n…”

“I’ll be fine Kylian, I swear” and with that you left his apartment.

That night you didn’t even left your bedroom. You were too scared he might hurt you again.

Instead you cried yourself to sleep.

The next morning you came out of your bedroom only to see your father fast asleep on the couch with a few empty beer bottles.

You tried to not make any noise but eventually he woke up.

“Is it too complicated for you to be silent? Can’t you even do that? You’re worthless” he said standing from the couch and coming towards you.

“I didn’t want to wake you” you said in a low voice

“But you did”

“I’m sorry…”

“Can you make me some breakfast?”

“I’m late for university…”

“You know I wasn’t really asking” he shouted

“Dad I-“

When you spoke back he got up and started walking towards you.

“You need to lear some good manners” he said throwing an empty bottle on the ground and crashing in it.

You flinched a bit and started to cry.

Before he made more steps you ran out of your apartment.

While you ran out you accidentally bumped into Kylian.

“Y/n?” he said looking at you with a worried face “hey look at me…y/n look at me”

You looked at him and you couldn’t stop crying. He hugged you and said nothing. Instead he got you into his apartment and gave you some water to drink.

“He got mad at me” you said “again…”

“Y/n…”

“I can’t-I can’t stay there anymore…”

“I have an apartment, on the other side of Paris, it’s a bit far but it’s safe, you can live there for a while if you want to” he said looking at you.

You were really thinking about it.

“Are-are you sure?” you asked and he nodded “okay then…”

After that he took you to his house place. The apartment was huge. It had an amazing view on the Eiffel Tower. A huge living room and five bedrooms.

“Why do you live there when you could stay here all the time” you asked referring to your building. Yes it was nice and expensive but nothing compared to this.

“To stay near you…” he said shyly looking away

“What?”

“I know what you’re going through and I didn’t want you to stay alone…”

“Kylian…”

“You deserve better than this. You deserve a great family. Great friends. You deserve more and I-I wished I could give you what you needed”

“What you mean?” you asked not understanding what he meant

“I mean I care for you okay? You’re one of my best friend and I want to protect you”

Best friend.

That hurt.

A lot.

You didn’t say anything but you simply nodded.

He was going to speak but his phone rang.

When he answered you heard a faint voice of a woman on the other side calling him love.

That was when you broke down crying.

For everything.

Your shitty life. Your parents. All the pain you went through all of your life. Your non existent love life. Your crush who didn’t like you back. You didn’t deserved this life but you couldn’t do anything about it.

“Y/n…I have to go now but call me if you need anything okay?” he said looking at you.

You nodded and when he left you laid on the couch and kept crying.

“Do I really deserve this life?” you asked yourself.

You couldn’t stay there.

You went into Kylian’s room and looked for money. He told you he kept some money in his closet so you looked there.

You found 7000€ in cash so you took them.

You looked for a piece of paper and wrote something.

I’m sorry but I have to leave. I can’t stay here. Thank you so much for everything you did for me, I’ll never forget it. I took some money but I promise you I’ll pay you back.

I hope you have a good life.

-your best friend, y/n

You placed the peace of paper on the table, not knowing if he would come back.

And with that you left. You didn’t know where you were going but you left. Leaving Paris behind. Leaving your life behind.