#kylian mbappe headcanon

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The thin line between jealousy and insecurity | Kylian Mbappe x reader

y/n didn’t know what had gotten her boyfriend so worked up. it took her some time to realise that getting with some (male) friends on his day off wasn’t something he was particularly happy about

You briefly watched as your boyfriend went about the room, not looking at you in the eye. Now while you’d normally be all up in his face asking him what has swiped off the relaxed smile he’d normally wear when he’s got a day off, you were busy furiously typing the details of the friendly get together you were late to. You were meeting your boys in 30 minutes and the restaurant you all agreed to have lunch at was going to be a 40 minutes ride judging by the awful traffic you were caught in while coming from university.

“I’ll be home by 10. Grand max, c’est promis. We might decide to watch a movie afterward, but I’ll keep you updated and I’ll let you know if there’s a change of plans.”

“Mmm,” was all he said. He was sat down on the bed, fixing an invisible point with a stare that sent chills to your bones.

You paused in the middle of putting on your shoes. “Are you alright?”

“Sure,” he mumbled, in a voice that clearly showed he wasn’t.

“Did something happen with training yesterday?”

“No.”

“— Well, did you have a fight with a teammate or something?”

He shook his head, still zoned out. You were starting to get annoyed at his vague responses, and you had no time to get answers out of him. Still, you wanted to make sure that everything was alright with him before taking off.

“Darling, are you sure you’re alright?’

He was still not meeting your eyes. With a slight smile your way, he nodded. Though very feebly. You narrowed your eyes at him, but another message popping up in the group chat distracted you from interrogating him further. After some back and forth between you and Omar that had you giggle, you raised your head to find Kylian finally looking at you with an odd expression plastered on his face, his teeth gritted in frustration.

“Shouldn’t you be on your way?”

You blinked at him. He’d already turned to his phone, clearly not interested in seeing you off. You wondered if it was the upcoming match that had him strained like that, since he usually got all worked up when he was particularly stressed. But thing is, you’ve never seen him like that — he was acting as if you had personally wounded him or something. Still, you opted to leave the house in a good mood, and with a slight huff you went to him and kissed the top of his head, gently stroking his cheek.

Surprise surprise! He actually leaned into your touch and closed his eyes. You casually asked him if he wanted something to eat now that you were going out, and his relaxed posture became tense once more.

“No, I’m good.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, snatching your hand away. “Right, there’s still leftovers from last night’s lasagna in the fridge if you change your mind.”

“Mmm.”

Again with the monosyllabic words. Right, off you went. But not before rolling your eyes and making your exasperation loudly known by raising your hands in the air.

The afternoon with your boy friends went well, though your mind frequently wandered to your boyfriend, thoughts of what had transpired to make him so moody becoming more confusing and dramatic as time progressed. It was making you on edge, and you worried for him. When it was finally time to get home, you stopped to buy his favourite pastries, hoping that now he’d be more open to talk about what’s going on if you showed up with a clear white flag.

You came home to find him sat when you last left him, eyes glued to the tv. The only greeting you received was a small hi, but as opposed to before you left he was now staring at you hotly, something dark glinting in his eyes.

“How was the evening?”

“Fine.”

“Mmmm.”

You glared at him. “Are you finally going to tell me what’s clouding your mind?”

“Nothing in particular.”

“Right. Mind then explaining why you’ve been in a shit mood since breakfast?”

“I’m not!”

“Are too! You’re barely talking — barely even looking at me. You haven’t answered any of my messages, and don’t you dare make some dumb excuses about not having seen them, Kylian. You’ve been on your phone for the past five hours, I could see you online!”

“The past five hours where you’ve been god knows where!”

You frowned at him. “Is that it? Is that the reason behind the silent treatment?”

He opened and closed his mouth, opting to snuggle deeper into the bed and cross his arms. You sighed, running a hand on your face. You decided not to give into anger and went to move towards him, sitting down so close that he couldn’t ignore you no longer.

The silence stretched on and on, and you could tell that he was getting restless, but all you did was silently motion for him to speak up first. For a moment, it seemed as if he wouldn’t, as if he were content with having a staring battle where no one would discuss the issue glaring obviously at the both of you — with having no one give a voice to his worries. So unlike his usual self — he was always one to resolve things quickly. Frankly, you didn’t know why he was dragging this.

“It’s like you didn’t even care that we had a whole day to ourselves.”

That was certainly not where you thought the conversation was going, and you started feeling the first signs of indignation seeping in. “Of course I cared!”

“Well that wasn’t the impression I got,” he bit back, sourly. “I had a whole evening planned for us. I — I just —”

“Mon cœur,” you started softly, when he stopped dead in his tracks and opted to once more glower at the tv. The only reason why you didn’t start berating him was because he looked genuinely hurt, “it’s not like that, really. I didn’t know —”

“Clearly it mattered shit to you —”

“That’s not fair —”

“And you met with those boys and posted all those stories while I was waiting for you at home —”

“I am allowed to go out with friends!”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Well then explain it to me —” You raised a hand when he opened his mouth to interrupt “— instead of attacking me. Kylian, my love, I didn’t know you had something in mind for us today. You know I’d have canceled otherwise. I wouldn’t even have entertained the whole thing to begin with! And I never get to see the boys — my friends — and so when they offered to take the train to Paris to see me I was delighted.”

“Yes, you showed how delighted you were alright.”

You scoffed at him. “Unbelievable.”

He tensed up when you got up. “Where are you going?”

“Away from you!”

He grabbed your wrist and had you pinned to his chest in the second it took you to turn from him. “You’re not leaving me again.”

“I am if you continue to act like an arse.”

He thinned his lips, staring up at you from where you were positioned on his chest. His eyes were very, very dark and there was something like desire brimming up on the surface. You decided to ignore how handsome he looked and stared back at him, unfazed.

“The blonde dude seemed awfully touchy.”

You blinked down at him. “You mean Zak?”

“The one with the blue sweater.”

You paused, incredulous. Yep, that’s Zak alright. “Darling, he’s gay.”

You saw him frown in confusion before relaxing. Somehow, this made you angrier. “He is?”

“Yes. And Omar is my eleven years old best friend. I sincerely doubt he’s interested in me like that — frankly, he seemed more into Zak.”

He was fighting off a smile, you could tell. You hit him, hard. “That’s not funny.”

But his relief was apparent, even when he scowled at you as he massaged his chest in mock hurt.

“Do you know the number of time I told you that?” You snapped at him. “And it doesn’t even matter. You’re supposed to trust me.”

“I trust you! Really, I do — it’s just —” he sighed, then sat upward. You were sitting on his lap now, and he angled your body so that your faces were mere itches away from each other. “I wanted to spend time with you.”

“Then you should’ve told me that, instead of ignoring me all morning.”

“I am sorry,” he admitted in a small voice, suddenly looking sheepish and, dare you say, timid. Whatever dark mood he’s been in seemed to break off when he realised just how angry you were at him. “But you were gushing about how happy you were to see them and — don’t look at me like that — I dunno, it got me in a mood. I know it’s stupid and I’m overreacting. I shouldn’t want the whole integrity of your attention. Sometimes I do though and I feel like I haven’t had some quality time with you since forever. It’s just felt like you didn’t really consider that.”

“So what was your plan exactly? Because ignoring me and being snappy all day is not the way to get the quality time you so ‘wanted’.”

He flinched. There was a sudden dawning realisation on his face of just how snappish he’d been. He cleared his throat before croaking out an apologetic “I’m sorry.”

He paused for a moment, studying you. Hesitantly, as if he were afraid that you’d get more annoyed with him if he touched you, he slowly raised a hand to cup your face. When you didn’t move away he patted his way through your face, his hands finally settling on your waist.

“I should’ve said something, I know. I just saw them cozying up to you and I lost it, and it felt too childish to bring it up so I decided to just get on with it. Will you forgive me?”

“If you promise to always tell me what’s going on in your mind — no matter how childish it may seem to you. It’s not to me, I promise. I would’ve brought you along had I known.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I wanted you to rest and I thought that was your plan as well. You’ve been training restlessly for the past three weeks with no days off, Ky. You are allowed to laze around all day in your pyjamas without having a care in the world.”

He nodded, snuggling up to your chest, lightly kissing your collarbone. His hands on your waist were getting suggestive, protective, harsh against your revealed skin. You cleared your throat, trying to ignore the way he slid his fingers under your top, and he looked up at you sheepishly. You almost laughed at the expression on his face — he was suddenly so lost in your eyes, he who couldn’t meet them a few hours ago — but you managed to remain serious in order to get your point across.

“And I value our time together the most, darling. I do. You know I do. I love you. So much. I always think of you. Always.”

His reaction was immediate. You two weren’t in the habit of saying those magical three words, opting instead to let your actions speak volumes of the feelings and care you had for each other, and so it always made the moments they were uttered in so intimate.

Red colored his cheeks – whatever he thought you were going to say, he was definitely not expecting that. His hands froze in their quests of sliding down your tights and he brought one back to gently caress your hair, the other one making its way to your waist and bringing you even closer to him. You had to wrap your arms around his neck to make room for yourself.

“I know. Of course I know. I’m sorry, I am. I should’ve communicated better. It’s just that I love you so much that sometimes it scares me just how worked up I get over little things like this. How much I miss you and how much you haunt my every thoughts. I like to seem self-assured so that you can come to me for anything —”

“I can. I do. You being jealous doesn’t make you any less the man I would go to to talk about my problems. But I want the same treatment in return. I want you to come to me if you feel insecure, if there’s something affecting you — especially when it comes to me. I’d never make you feel like it’s dumb.”

“I know. But it was dumb. I was dumb.” In a blink of the eye he had you against your back, trailing kisses along your jaw, with you stifling a surprised gasp. “I’ve been thinking of all the things I’d do to you, it was driving me mad. And I was getting so angry, knowing I let you slip earlier without showing you just how much I’ve missed you. I can be such an idiot. I know I’ve said it a couple of times already but I’m sorry, my love.”

“I forgive you, but I’m definitely eating the pastries I got you,” you said, and he chuckled against your neck. You let yourself smile. There was still so much you two had to talk about, but right now, snuggled against him, there was only one thing on your mind. “You still got time to show me just how much you’ve been missing me, though.”

He smiled — that carefree, wide smile you loved so much, tinged with a cockiness you secretly found absolutely attractive — and kissed you, hard.

-

also, open to requests y’all :))

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summer ✩ kylian mbappé

request: can i request a smau of kylian where you two are dating and people really ship you two and you guys always deny the relationship rumours and say you're just friends but over his summer break paparazzi pictures of you two being really comfortable together come out and you can decide if they go public or not

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[aechii]

elle est belle !

pairing ! kylian x journalist!reader

synopsis ! when kylian sees [y/n] for the first, he can't help but voice his thoughts. she's beautiful.

a/n ! inspired by that one basketball player who called a journalist beautiful when he saw her ❤ watch it here if you'd like. hope u enjoy this very short work (my shortest yet hehe)

it wasn't [y/n]'s first rodeo, interviewing athletes. a quick in and out exchange– not necessarily quick, but a simple way to describe how smooth and swift the whole ordeal was. 

has had her fair share of not-so subtle glances, to the point where it was painfully embarrassing for her, yet professionalism is pertinent, and hence, she'd been able to avoid any advances with discreet rejections. 

even though she alone hadn't conversed with kylian mbappé, she had observed his gentlemanliness, humility and respect (when, of course, deserved) many times that she can't recall. she understood that conference culture wasn't the most favorable, especially for the athletes themselves, as almost always than not, reporters had been the bearer of bad questions. 

kylian knew how to stay composed and sane-headed in such situations, to the extent where it was commemorable. she knew she had no right to feel intimidated (although it was naturally inevitable; have you seen the guy?) or an ounce bit fearful when she had finally been given the chance to represent her media corporation in a conference. 

there were many in the room, not too much that it was suffocating, and she had sat near the front. brain root tactic to be easily picked and heard when you're in a room filled with hungry journalists. it takes time before it's her turn, hand throbbing with a dull ache from constant writing and raising, and she smiles as she flicks through her notebook to find the list of questions she had thought to ask prior. 

kylian takes a look at her. it's just one look that has him dazed and in complete awe, turning to his teammate. his voice, intended to be a whisper, resonates into the space with amplitude that has everyone hearing it.  

"dieu, elle est belle."

she freezes. feels her heart hammer and cheeks burn with such intensity that it throws her off and she forgets what she's meant to ask. smiles apologetically at kylian and hurriedly flips through her book again. 

a loud laugh comes from behind her, then several more, and kylian, eyes wide, looks at her and asks, "did you hear that?"

[y/n] nods softly, smiling as to show that she finds no harm in it, but kylian is already drowning in embarrassment. both hands come flush against his face as to hide himself from the congregation before him and [y/n] laughs at him shyly. 

she didn't leave his thoughts that day, and neither did he. 

[kylianswifey]

Sneaky Meetings - Kylian Mbappe x Reader

The reader works for PSG and has been secretly dating Kylian for a while. They tend to have sneaky bathroom or office meetings a lot. Warning: smut.

I arrived at work in the most horrible state ever. I was thirty minutes late since I didn't hear my alarm this morning. Kylian had texted and called me many times, still not waking me up. I approach the coach and apologize to him for being late, he seemed to understand since I rarely show up late. I followed the coach to the field and met with the players. Being an assistant coach has a lot of responsibilities and I try my best to keep up with everything. I see Kylian looking at me smiling, I smile back and wave him. Me and Kylian have been dating for almost six months now. We started dating one year after I joined the team. We've been successfully able to keep our relationship a secret from everyone except Kylian's best friend on the team. I was the first one who came up with this since it's very important for me to come off as a very professional person on a men's team and I was afraid our relationship will be seen as me taking advantage of it. "Hi, Kylian. How are we today?" I ask him and smirk. He winks at me and smiles. "I'm doing okay, Y/N. How about you?" "I'm doing okay, I ran a bit late today, I couldn't hear my alarm." To the others, this just seemed like a normal conversation, in fact, I was trying to let my boyfriend know why I'm late and not worry him. I sit on the bench with the coach and watch the players train. I began daydreaming out of nowhere. Kylian was all sweaty and had taken his shirt off. He didn't notice me drooling over him because he was concentrated on the training, but once he took a look at me, he smirked. I got shy and I looked down, he could tell what I was thinking. I got lost in my thoughts I had to excuse myself and leave the pitch. I went to my office and sat on my chair. I went through some papers and stuff to try and distract myself, but It wasn't working. I heard my door crack slowly and Kylian peaked his head inside. He looked behind him for a second and got in and closed the door, he also locked it. The second I heard the lock turn, I ran to him and crashed my lips into him. He deepend the kiss and wrapped his hand around my waist. He grabbed my hand and sat on the office chair and I sat on his lap with my legs to his sides, cowgirl position. "A little impatient I see, hmm?" he asked me knowing damn well he's killing me right now. I avoided his question and began kissing his neck, sucking on his sensitive spot. He slipped his hand under my underwear and squeezed my butt. I stood up to remove my pants and he pushed down his shorts. I went back to my position and now I took him inside of me, I held my head back in pleasure. I began to grind myself on him slowly, picking up my pace each passing second. I couldn't contain myself and I let a small moan, moaning his name. "Kylian.." "Shhh.. quiet, baby." he smirked at me and placed his finger inside my mouth, trying to keep me quiet. I was having so much pleasure, I completely forgot we were in my office. Kylian's size is very big, I get weak on my knees just when I think about it. He wanted to spank me so bad, but only squeezed my butt because we didn't want to make any noise. I kept grinding on him and he kept thrusting harder and harder, I was about to cum. "Kylia- I'm so c-" "Shh, cum for me, baby." I released myself and shut my eyes in pleasure I could see stars. Kylian picked my up and bent me over the table and got inside me once again from behind. I felt him pull out and release himself on me. I wiped myself and got dressed, he did the same. We shared a kissing moment before it was time for him to leave. "I have to go now, baby. You're amazing, you know that?" "You're amazing, Ky. I love you" "I love you too, honey."

[jusalle]

☆ Kylian Mbappe Imagine ☆

• I don't care •

You and Kylian knew eachother since you two were kids. Both of you shared a skill, it was football. You two were always together, it was rare if anyone saw you guys apart. Kylian was overprotective of you.

You were a prodigy people would say. That's what Kylian most admire about you.

You got offered a contract with PSG, you knew it was going to be a conservertial thing that a women breaking in the mens division. Once Kylian found out, he begged you to join with him.

You eventually accepted the offer and Kylian and your relationship just grew from there.

You two have been together for 4 years now, but there was one thing though, you two havnt announced it to the public.

Yes, people had there speculations but you two convinced the media you two were only good friends.

°••••°

" My love, you'll be fine, your the best player on that field" Kylian whispered into your ear softly

Everytime he did that, Shivers would run up through your spine and your knees would fall weak and it's all for him.

You simply gave him a sweet smile.

You two were at your positions as forwards.

Then you heard the whistle blow which indicated the game has started.

As the game went on, you observed the opposite team. You noticed they liked to tease, as if they liked to play mind games you could say.

As you played, they kept fouling you. It was foul after foul. It was getting you agrivated but you knew they did It to make you mess up.

You knew this was making Kylian mad to.

" They keep fouling you " Kylian mouthed to you from across the field as you saw he was argrivated to.

" Calm down my love, trust me" You mouthed back to him as he looks at you.

Then as soon Kylian got the ball he passed to Marquinhos then passed to Lionel and Lionel noticed you were wide open so he passed to you.

As soon you got the ball from Lionel u begun running with it, you notice a player from the opposite team coming at you to your right so you passed to Kylian on your left.

As Kylian had the ball, there was a player behind him trying to get the ball. He just kept talking but Kylian tried to ignore him.

" I've heard Y/n is good in bed, I'll take her out tonight and maybe I'll get lucky" The player said with a grin on his face.

As soon Kylian heard that he completely saw red. He was absolutely disgusted how the male player though of you.

Kylian started to push the male player as he falls to the ground. Then Marquinhos breaks the two up.

You wanted to run to Kylian and calm him down but Lionel held you back.

" Y/n don't worry, The player probably just triggerd Kylian. You know he'll be fine." Lionel said with a reassuring smile.

You always knew Lionel was right so you took his word.

For the rest of the game Kylian was quiet, and it scared you quite frankly.

As the game finished, your team won. Everyone celebrated as Kylian just stood there just observing everyone.

You walk up to Kylian.

" Kylian my love?" You said softly.

Once Kylian heard the one voice he needed he calmed down.

" Yes, Mon Amour?" Kylian said as he looked at you as he observed you.

" Ky, what happend between you and that other player?, I was pretty worr-"

Once you mention the other player, Kylian mind instantly replayed what that guy said. He hated the thought of somone else having you.

But before you even knew it Kylian grabbed your small figure and his hands on your back pulling you toward him.

" Mon Amour, I think people have to know your mine and mine only, there getting to cocky with their thoughts about you." He said as he whispered into your ear,

You were in front of millions of people. You knew you couldn't do this here.

" Kylian, we're in public, you know" you said as you stared in his eyes

" My love, I don't think your understanding what I'm trying to say, That player, he was saying very disgusting things. He made it sound like as if he could have you so easily." He groaned into your ear.

You knew Kylian was was overprotective but this is your first time seeing him jealous, and it was a sight to see.

" Nobody gets to have you except me, my love" He said as his lips graze above your ear.

As he does that Shivers run through your spine and your knees go weak once again.

You couldn't even respond to all that. Before you even knew it Kylian had pulled you into a gentle kiss but passionate kiss.

" I don't care if it's on every news channel and everyone knows, let them know I'm yours Mon Amour and your mine" He said as he smiled at you.

You looked back up at him and chuckled at his protectiveness and what he exactly just did.

" Mon Amour, if there was ever anybody meant for me, it's you Ky, I wouldn't want anyone else" you said as you kissed him again gently.

From that, immediately he smiled as if he was a child In a candy shop.

He was not so tense now, his worries had worn off.

At that point both of you knew that 'moment' was going to be on every article.

But you two didn't care, as long you two had eachother, both of you were happy.

••••

Hello! My lovelies! I know I havnt posted for a few days ive been having writers block :( but I hope yall enjoyed this one! And I'll probably be posting more for making up the days I havnt posted💁‍♀️

[applejuicefruit]

( trigger warning ).. could you make a headcanon of how kylian would react if he knew that before him, the reader suffered in an abusive relationship? where her boyfriend beat her, verbally abused her and stuff like that... only if you can and feel comfortable...

kylian mbappe x reader

Tw : verbal abuse, domestic abuse, mention of depression and panic attack

What is love?

you were in a bad relationship before meeting kylian

your ex boyfriend was very manipulative

jealous

possessive

and he turned out to be violent too sometimes

you couldn’t handle it anymore

it became too much for you

to the point you left your home, most of your belongings there and ran away

with nothing but just a few money

you went to another city to start a new life

and you found yourself in paris

you thought that maybe the city could give you a second chance, a new start

and so it was

you began working at some shops in the city, trying to save more money and being able to rent a place

it was small but it was your place

where you could feel safe and protected

without living in the fear of him getting mad or violent with you

those were the worst two years of your life and you had no idea why you waited so much to run away

now you’re safe

but your life changed completely the moment a certain kylian mbappè came into the shop you were working because he ran out of batteries

you helped him choosing the best one and he thanked you

but the day after he came back hoping too see you

and you were there

this thing went on for a bit before he asked you out

and now after five months you are still living a happy life as a newly couple

he loved you

and he really showed you

with words

gestures

affection and care

he really cared about you and you were completely scared because you had no idea on how to act

you never felt loved in your life and this was terrifying you

kylian didn’t know about your past relationship but you decided to tell him because you felt like he needed to know

he suspected something

by the way you acted when he was showing you his love

but he never expected for you to tell him about your past like that

it was a very harsh reality you had to live and he was mad

mad at your ex for treating you so badly

for laying his hands on you

for touching you and hurting you

kylian completely broke down when you told him the whole story

you cried and he cried too

he held you in his arms

held you close because he was afraid something might happen again

telling you that you were brave for running away

“you’re so brave baby, i’m so sorry this happened to you, you didn’t deserve it”

“i would never hurt you, i promise you”

“i love you too much”

“you mean the world to me, i love you”

he comforted you

he wiped your tears away

he kissed you with so much love you thought you could melt

you told him about how that situation brought you to panic attacks in the middle of the night

signs of early depression

how you panic every time someone touches you without your consent

it doesn’t matter if it’s a friend

you just freeze

so he showed you how he wanted to respect your boundaries

he showed you what real love is

and what real love do

he was scared your ex could find you

so he wanted you to live with him

but you told him that you weren’t ready to live with someone again

kylian understood it

but he was still scared

so he convinced you to move out from your first apartment and rent something closer to his home

you did it

because he made you feel safe and protected

he made you happy

and you never felt this happy in your life

[canibeyoungforever]

helllo. do you do headcanons? if so can I request some headcanons on what kylian would be like if your pregnant. thxxx

a/n: thank you so much for your request <33

Headcanon Kylian Mbappé becoming a father

let’s start from the very beginning

when you learned that you were pregnant you were genuinely terrified to tell kylian

he was france’s superstar,you two never talked about kids so you didn’t know what to think

but at the end he discovered it by himself

"princesse? are you okay?" he ask

"yeah.." "why are you asking that?" you ask

"i don’t know you seem a bit off lately." he say

"i’m not." you say

he knows you’re lying.

"baby talk to me." he say

"i got nothing to say." you say

"what’s going on? did you broke something?" he ask

"no." you say

"are you pregnant?" he ask

you look at him confused and worried:

"how do you- how do you know that?" you ask

"i know how a pregnant woman look like." he say and you look at the floor with tears in your eyes

"hey why are you-" "you are not mad?" you ask

"why would i be?" he ask unsure

"we never talked about kids and you’re all busy playing football i didn’t know if you wanted one." you explain

he stand up and hug you:

"listen to me,there is nothing more that i would like in this world than having a family with you."

"so no i’m not mad or something else and it doesn’t matter that i’m playing football mon amour,i’ll always make time for you,you two."

he say and you smile at his answer and walk toward him to hug him

"i love you so much." you say

"i love you too mon coeur." he answer

from this very moment he was the most caring,supporting and loving partner

he wouldn’t let you lift a thing and did everything in the house

coming with you to every doctor appointments

even if he wouldn’t admit it he couldn’t wait to be a father

bought way too much clothes,toys.. for only one child

the gender doesn’t matter he will Iove him/her whatsoever

sometimes he still doubted himself about if he will be a good father but you always reassured him

the day you gave birth he was the happiest man in the entire world and at the end everything turned more than better

a/n:english is not my first language

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WHY SHOULD WE CARE?

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Kylian Mbappe x BIPOC!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Your confidence and inability to be embarrassed about trivial things makes Kylian rethink his view on his life.

for my bestie @diabloguapos !! my first time writing for Kylian, so I hope this exceeds some expectations! enjoy. :)

I do not own this gif, full credit to creator.

“If you’re asking me out on another date, we’re actually going somewhere. Not inside your house.”

Your words replayed in Kylian’s head as he stared at himself in the mirror. He dreaded the idea of the night—paparazzi and the flashing lights, all the people that he knew would be in his business and making endless rumors he knew he wouldn’t be able to address, and obsessive fans that he couldn’t run away from. The only thing that brought him comfort was that you’d be by his side, but it only became another downside as he remembered that he’d protect you from all the stressors of the night that was soon to come.

Kylian could feel the stress piling down on his shoulders, trying to shrug it off, but nothing was more powerful than the perfectionist that lived inside of him. He wanted things to go perfectly with you, somehow getting lucky enough to score as second date as he was sure that you weren’t going to accept another, but he was sorely surprised when you brought it up on your own.

He couldn’t say he didn’t know what it was about you that drew him in.

It would’ve been a lie.

Beyond the fact that he was completely mesmerized the first time he saw you, it was that everything he assumed about you was wrong. You were spunky, and although you could be sweet, he loved the tangy spice of yours that was second nature with your quick wit. It almost hurt his ego when you told him that you hadn’t had a clue who he was, but the soft smirk of yours that followed afterwards was like a bandage.

“How.. You’ve never heard of Kylian Mbappe?.. Or Paris Saint-Germain?” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, completely lost at how you’d been residing in France for a few years now and still hadn’t heard his name running through the Parisian streets.

You smirked, your eyebrow raising as you swirled your straw in your drink, finding his reaction quite humorous. “Am I supposed to know you?”

Kylian thought about it for a moment before shaking his head, feeling his anxieties burn away as his drink trickled down his throat with a fire. “No.” He breathed, feeling oddly relaxed for once.

He couldn’t get you off of his mind, and the stress of his made a continuous appearance, that had only increased when the flashing lights and shouts had brought him back to reality. “Merde,” Kylian murmured to himself, exiting the taxi that had given him a ride to the destination you’d given him. He didn’t know how the paparazzi found him, but the night was beginning to turn for the worst for him just as he thought—now he’d have to make sure they didn’t ruin anything.

It was almost as if every step he took closer to where he was supposed to meet you that the paparazzi was on his trail. Flashing lights and nonstop clicking of the cameras while questions in multiple languages were thrown at Kylian. He could feel the scowl growing on his face, trying to relax himself and think of you, but that only made him feel even more nervous.

The beating of his heart slowed when he finally made it inside the restaurant and met your gaze, walking towards you and quickly grabbing your hand, searching for the table furthest away from outdoors sight. He sighed in relief when he located the booth of his choice, letting you sit down first before he sat.

“You didn’t tell me you were bringing friends.” You teased, the smile on your lips growing when he finally grinned.

Kylian’s cheeks flushed slightly, shaking his head as he looked down for a moment before looking up at you again. He took in your beauty, palms growing sweaty as he couldn’t believe he was in your presence again—feeling as if he was the luckiest man in the room, just the two of you without interruptions like he wanted.

“You look beautiful tonight, chérie.” Kylian marveled as he unintentionally changed the subject, the blush that spread across the apples of your cheeks not going unnoticed to him. He looked around, eyes darting across the restaurant and he felt as if he could breathe for a second—quiet music that played while the karaoke machine was being set up as others were in their own world. “How did you find this place?”

“Well, the internet, for one,” You quipped while Kylian rolled his eyes playfully in response. “But, I just thought we could have some fun that didn’t included watching Netflix at your house.. and I was right ‘cause you’ve been super tense this whole time.”

He quietly agreed, but he could feel how tense he was dispersing, albeit slowly. His mouth opened, but quickly shut when you had cut him off. “So, we’re gonna have fun, and you’re gonna do karaoke with me.” You stated, getting up while Kylian shook his head quickly, disagreeing.

You paid no attention though, not noticing how his hands quickly fell into his face. The last thing he wanted was for any attention to be placed on him or you—knowing that anyone would do anything for a check even if it was just a simple photo of him sitting down. Though, as he watched you get up on the small stage and heard the first notes of the song you chose play, he could only hope that you didn’t get laughed off the stage.

While Kylian thought you were perfect, he couldn’t believe how you danced around the stage without a care—whether you were good or bad, it didn’t matter to you—you continued to dance and fumble over the lyrics, almost stumbling over your feet as you laughed along with the crowd of people, who still didn’t pay him any mind. He stood up slowly, trying his best to blend in with the crowd as his hands began to clap along with you, but he couldn’t stop the awkward confusion he felt being here with you.

He watched as you walked off the stage like nothing, a smile etched on your face as your eyes twinkled. He couldn’t help but return your smile, though it didn’t quite meet his eyes just yet. “How did you do that?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as the two of you stood near your booth again. “Do what?” You asked, taking a sip of your drink that you’d gotten from the bar after you left the stage.

The corner of Kylian’s lip curled at your confusion, biting his bottom lip gently as he stood there dumbfounded. “How did you.. just go on the stage and sing like that.. not worrying about whether they were going to laugh at you or say something bad?”

He looked at you in shock when you began to laugh, covering your mouth at the unexpected question.

“Why should I care if they’re laughing at me?” You answered truthfully, another laugh escaping. “They’re laughing at me having fun, well, so am I.”

“You don’t care?”

You shrugged, taking another sip of your drink as you looked him in the eyes. “I don’t know who any of these people are, probably won’t even remember them tomorrow either. Caring about who laughed at me tonight when there’s still tomorrow to come is way too much energy to waste, Ky.”

Kylian tried to ignore the nickname you’d given him on a whim right now, but his cheeks still flushed as he looked down coyly. Your words stuck in his mind though, a thought process that he’d heard others around him try to preach before him; though it was always lost to him, breaking down privately to the pressure of being far too well-known in the world now.

He’d forgotten how to have fun, when it was time to be off the pitch, and while being around someone like you who wasn’t famous (which he was thankful for). The normalcy the younger version of him had been craving was in front of him all along, and all he could worry about was this not being some photo-op, when he could’ve been having fun instead of being too tense like you had mentioned earlier.

“You okay?” You asked, nudging him with concern. He looked at you, noticing how soft your eyes had gotten, and it made his legs buckle almost at how much you cared—something he knew you couldn’t fake, no matter how much of a hard time you’d give him with your playfully sarcastic demeanor. He nodded, taking your hand in his, while his other hand took your drink and he took a hearty swig of it, leaving you to marvel in surprise this time.

Kylian smiled and squeezed your hand; to make sure that you hadn’t pulled away, but to also make sure that this was real. “I’m perfect, mon amour.” He said this time, wanting to hear himself. “Do you want to sing again.. with me?”

You pursed your lips to act as if you were thinking about it, but couldn’t stop the smile that followed right after. With a nod, your hand stayed in his, but before either of you could walk towards the stage, your other hand fell onto his cheek as you pulled him in for a kiss. Your lips pressed against each other’s with a passion that was unmatched, one that the both of you had been craving and needing the entire night, to bring each other back down to earth.

And when you pulled away, Kylian didn’t bother to look up to see if anyone had saw the intimate moment shared. He didn’t care. All he saw was you, and that was enough to put his head back on his shoulders, to see what really mattered all along.

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GUITAR STRING HEART 3 :: KYLIAN MBAPPE

𖥻 SUMMARY ー [ sometimes they're an unexpected chapter in the story ] 𖥻 PAIRING ー [ kylian mbappe x fem! guitarist and singer! reader ] 𖥻 GENRE ー [ social media au, band au, ex's to ???, angst, fluff ] 𖥻 WORD COUNT ー [ 4.7k ] 𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ poorly translated spanish, portugues italian and french, sexual jokes, tension, drinking, smoking, jealousy, alcohol and partying as a coping mechanism, break up over text, mention of depression and lack of eating, a lot of crying, slight love triangle, mbappe is kinda a dick, halland is an angel - let me know if I missed anything ] 𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ I'm so sorry that this is late. I had some personal issues, but everything is okay now, and I'll be back to posting as normal. obviously, this is the last part of the three-part series, which makes me sad as I really do love this series - I may do an epilogue if I feel like it. But otherwise, I will be writing some of the other ideas I have planned. Also, sorry if there are a lot of mistakes, I'll try and edit it later, but I just wanted to post it so you guys wouldn't have to wait any longer. ]

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"So, are we just going to ignore the tension between the two of you?" meanwhile, on the opposite side of Paris, PSG's first team sat in Marco Verratti's apartment as planned the previous day. They would hang out before heading to the concert. But as the boys indulged in the rare day off and looked forward to their activities later that night, some players couldn't help but bring up the noticeable tension between Kylian and the Singer/Guitarist of their favourite band.

"Thank god I thought I was the only one." Sergio Ramos said, happy that Pembélé had brought this up. As all eyes were now on Mbappe, he wished for the ground to swallow him whole. He quickly tried to dismiss the topic; he suggested they play FIFA in a last-ditch attempt to distract his teammates from the obvious suspense between the former lovers. It didn't work. But at least he tried.

Looking to his friends for support, Hakimi spoke up. "Brother, just tell them." before looking towards Neymar and Messi for a second and third opinion, he let out a deep sigh in response to their nods. "I guess it all started…" within the next 15 minutes, the number seven told them everything - well, almost everything as the group were left dumbfounded and confused about how Kylian had managed to keep it low profile with a person of Y/N stature.

"So, wait, the rumours are true?" Marquinhos asked in disbelief, and wide eyes, another nod from the young star, left the team perplexed again. "Santo Cielo!" Ramos cursed in Spanish as he took another swing of his drink. While his teammates were baffled by this new information, Kylian hung his head in shame. Noticing his friend's dishearted spirit, Hakimi told the boys to quiet down not to make him feel any worse.

As the racket finally died, the squad tried to comfort the young player. But that had little effect on the boy's broken heart, but he appreciated the kind remarks. As a pregnant silence developed in the following moments, the boys all looked at each other. "Why don't you get back together? I mean, the two of you are clearly in love." Verratti said in an appeal as. They weren't over each other. "We didn't end on the best of terms."

His answer was enough for his teammates to imagine the multiple scenarios that could have gone down between the two. "I was the one who called off the relationship" the striker's statement confounded his fellow players more - why would he break up with someone he was blindly in love with? "I was stupid." the declaration was followed by faux coughs from Neymar. "Yah think?" he muttered, loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Wait, you knew about this?" Ramos said wide-eyed as he looked between his two teammates. "Hakimi and Messi, too, but trust me, we found our by accident, parceiro", Neymar confessed. "But on a real note Ky, the two of you gotta patch things up" the Brazilian player was right, as much as he hated to admit it. "She's not going to forgive me, Neymar. Trust me. I know," the French player said in defeat, much to his friend's annoyance. "Have you talked to her?" Messi asked, wondering where he got that stupid idea from.

"No", facepalm, "Then how do you know that she's not gonna forgive you" the Argentina player questioned again, getting ready to prove him wrong. Regardless of whatever stupid point next came out of his mouth. "Look…" trailing off slightly, Kylian swirled his drink in his hand before taking a sip, cringing at the taste of the bitter alcohol. Vodka - Y/N's favourite. "She's not the type to forgive and forget."

"But for you, she would be" the comment helped slightly clear any doubts regarding her ex's love for him, but the singer wasn't just going to forgive him. Fucking hell, she wrote a whole album about how he ripped her heart in two. Safe to say, if he wanted her back, he would have to work for it. "look, I get it, ky. Heck, your right. She has the right to be angry, but that doesn't mean you should give up. Because this may be your last chance to get her back, so don't do something that you won't regret,"

Mbappe listened to Ramos with intent knowing that he was speaking from experience. "But how am I even going to get her to talk to me…" looking at his friends in concern, "you just leave that to us." With this bit of newfound confidence and a lot of encouragement from his teammates, he felt his spirits lift, optimistic that things may work out for them. He looked towards his teammates as they anticipated his answer - Okay, what's the plan." with that project, guitar string was ago.

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maneskin can't wait ⤷ bloodyvalentine 🙏🙏🙏

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HALLAND good luck today, sweetheart

Y/N thank you :)

Nerves were running high, not just because it was the last show of their tour. But because a lot was going on. They had been teasing the highly anticipated Bloody Valentines x Maneskin collaboration since the two bands met after Maneskin won the Euro vision song concert. But there was also drama behind the sense. The fact that two people Y/N wished were on the other side of the world rather would be in touching distance of her. Kylian and Earling.

Kylian, for obvious reasons, was her ex, so for blatant reasons, she wanted him at a ten-hundred-meter distance. But since that was impossible, she would have to power through and act unbothered. But what made this situation ten times more uncomfortable was the fact that her latest hook-up was there. Now don't get her wrong, she had nothing against the Norwegian. But it was slightly awkward that she unintentionally hooked up with her ex's rival. Now, usually, she wouldn't care. But the two were going to be in the same room. And the last thing Y/N wanted was for this to turn into a shit show.

As the two groups sat backstage, tuning their instruments - mentally preparing for the performance that awaited them. They stood behind the thin fabric separating them from the screaming fans who had decided to entertain themselves by singing Queen songs. But Y/N was nervous. Not because of the crowd, she had been stressing all morning, and it showed. "Baby, sit down your pacing is giving me a headache." Victoria, Maneskin's bassist, groaned as she rubbed her temples. Patting the seat beside her, Y/N plopped herself down next to Victoria.

"Why are you worried, la mia futura moglie" The Italian woman asked, looking at her friend concerned. "This isn't about who you were with last night, Y/N - is it?" Sabrina's question made her go quiet. Dame, her girl, was good.

"Wait, wait aspetta un secondo. Who did you spend the night with, mi cara? That wasn't me." The guitarist from Maneskin, Thomas Raggi interveined. The two guitarists had a curious relationship.

They had hooked up multiple times, but there was no feeling there. They were friends before causal sex partners and after the duo bonded over heartache. They vowed to comfort each other emotionally and physically until either was in a relationship, and they have stayed true to that promise till the present day. "Someone", the Bloody Valentine's singer's response naturally intrigued the Italians. They were very open about their hook-ups and one-night stands, so what could be wrong with this one?

"Darling, I doubt it's that bad", Damiano, the lead singer of Maneskin, said, still invested in what his friend had to say but highly doubting it was that bad. "I slept with my ex's rival" The sound of glass breaking made them all look toward Onyx, who was white as a ghost. "You slept with Erling-!?" Before the drummer could finish his sentence, a hand over his mouth (courtesy of Axel) shut him up as the group all looked at him pointedly. Quieting down the drummer, they turned their attention back to the singer.

"Okay, how did that happen?" Axel asked, unsure if he wanted to know how she got with the Norwegian star. "I mean, if you were doing it out of spite, fair play, but if not, why?" The male vocalist asked his bandmate as they eagerly waited for a reply. "I just wanna know how you two met" Onyx was a whore for Halland, and it wasn't surprising that he cut Y/N off from answering so he could ask about Halland. "We met in the bathroom…After the match."

The puzzle pieces were starting to fit together as her bandmates looked shocked, and maneskin just looked confused. "Am I the only one who's lost?" Ethan, the luscious locked drummer of the Italian band, said, "We didn't do anything, we talked and exchanged numbers, and he did a favour for me, so I returned it" when she attempted to explain the situation, it only made it sound worse. "So you slept with him out of a favour," Axel said. Now angry that Halland may have coerced his friend into something.

"No! He was helping me with Onyx's Christmas present - he was getting me a signed jersey, and I got him and his team concert tickets in return. He didn't coerce me into anything, and we slept together after my argument with you. Everything that happened was consensual." Quickly correcting the wording of her previous statement, she was met with less angry faces as her mutuals let out a sigh of relief that nothing had happened to their friend. "And I'm worried because He and Kylian will be in the same section." Ah, that was a reasonably significant problem, but there was no time to discuss solutions as it was time for the show to begin.

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Angelic. That was one way to describe how Y/N was playing. She poured her heart and soul into her performance as the colourful light and pyrotechnics lit up the stage painting her skin in shades of pastel red, making her look ethereal yet dangerous. The air felt full of static as the final pluck of strings echoed around the arena before the boisterous applause roared loud enough for the entirety of Paris to hear. Safe to say, both teams were in awe of the band - and they were only four minutes into the set. It was almost enough to distract from the unmistakable tension between the two teams, all seated in the private VIP section. They were the only ones there, which was good because if a fight broke out, there would be no one else to witness it.

As the applause dipped slightly, Y/N finally spoke. "Paris, are you ready!" the screams of excitement made her smile. "Good to hear. We got a lot of surprises for you tonight. So remember, have fun and…" Axel continued the small introduction before allowing the fans to finish the iconic intro. "And fuck it up!" the crowd roared back, transitioning into the first song. As the lights and pyro changed accordingly to the music. Played in perfect harmony, the audience sang the lyrics word for word as the four performers sang with them.

Safe to say that Kylian was also singing the words. How couldn't he? Her songs were ingrained in his head like a tattoo, as players from both teams took videos/pictures and sang/danced to the music. Everything was going great until Halland happened. It was no great surprise to anyone that the two were sizing each other up, but what Mbappe didn't expect was to see out of the corner of his eye a picture of him and Y/N set as his wallpaper. He tried to rationalise the situation. Maybe it was from a while ago. Perhaps he edited it, but his heart still hurt no matter how he put it.

As he tried to ignore the claws of doubt scraping against his heart, were the two of you together? She wouldn't do that, Would she? Date someone who had made it his mission to put himself above him in every aspect. Surely she didn't hate him that much that she felt the need to spite him in a way that left such a brutal scar - on his ego and heart.

Still in shock, it took all the strength not to beat the bastard up. His sadness and confusion were now souring into rage and hatred while not being sure who it was focused towards, Halland or Y/N. Maybe both, but mainly Halland, as he didn't want to believe that the girl of his dreams could do something so heartless. He was self-aware enough to acknowledge that he deserved to feel like shit for what he did to her - but this was too far.

As the climax to the current song began, he unintentionally focused on the lyrics. "You were my everything, and all you did was make me fucking sad cuz second chance romance doesn't leave enough time for one last dance." It was second chance romance - his song. As he watched her from afar, he felt his heartbeat like a drum. Glancing between Y/N and Erling, he realised something, on stage, the two of them were nothing to her. All that mattered was her and the music. Just like in his current situation, all that mattered was having Y/N back in his arms, so God help him. This was one prize that he would not allow Halland to have. Ever. Take the trophies in football, but the singer's heart was his and his alone, and he would prove it to everyone tonight.

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bloodyvalentines thank you, paris yall really showed up and showed out what a way to end our tour - can't wait to see you guys again

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The after-party was in full swing at the french nightclub 'tigre blanc.', as the smell of sex, drugs, and alcohol lay thick as the mob people celebrated on the first floor. The upstairs floor was reserved for the celebrities and other elite to enjoy the after-party without worrying about being swamped with fans. But unfortunately, Maneskin couldn't make it as they needed to fly back to the US. As the PSG squad sat in a booth enjoying the expensive alcohol, they all watched in concern as their teammate looked like he was about to break his glass.

Kylian felt like decapitating halland as he watched from afar, throwing himself all over Y/N. He was not enjoying himself as he revelled in jealousy and seemingly ingested more alcohol than humanly possible. Safe to say, this was a recipe for disaster. Wanting to do nothing more than walk up to them and break Halland's fucking face in, but he didn't. Knowing full well, the singer would hate him even more.

As another hour flew by, it was clear to his teammates that Kylian was drunk on equal parts jealousy and alcohol. So finally having enough of Mbappe's sour demeanour, they put their plan into motion. "Who up for a game of never have I ever?" Neymar yelled loudly, receiving scattered applause as everyone quickly formed a circle. "Hey, love birds, get over here!"

Onyx yelled to his bandmate and the Norwegian star as he watched the two stumble over (clearly drunk), taking a seat next to each other - truthfully, if they had sat any closer, the girl would have been in the blond's lap. With one arm secured around her waist, her head resting on his shoulder, and their hands intertwined, safe to say that Hallnad was complacent. As the circle consisted of PSG, man city and band associates, safe to say everyone could feel the tension brewing.

"Okay, let's begin. If any of you are unfamiliar with the game, take a shot. If you have done what the question is asking, I'll go first. Never have I ever kissed a friend's sibling," Neymar said, starting the game quickly to defuse the escalating situation. As multiple people began downing their shots, Sabrina looked towards her bandmates. "Ya'll better not fucking take a shot cuz if I find out any of yall have kissed my brother, I'm gonna kill you." the bassist said as she took her shot.

"Wait, who?" Axel said in surprise. "Jackson Mays, older brother." the mention of the asshole from high school made Y/N gag in disguise. "Didn't he get arrested for selling drugs or something?" the rest of the group watched a mixture of amusement and shock at the interesting people that the four knew.

"Oo, I have a good one. Never have I ever sent a dirty text to the wrong person." Phil Foden spoke, taking his shot a second later. "Was meant for the Mrs, went to jack instead, which made everyone laugh at the stupid confession. "At least now I know he's not lying about how big he is." The group of drunk people found that report very amusing as Foden turned a bright shade of red. But what caught people off guard was when Y/N tipped her shot into her mouth, hoping no one would notice.

"Who was it?" Neymar asked, knowing full well the answer, "An old flame" was all she could muster as her grip on Hallands hand tightened, and a sickening feeling swelled in her stomach. Truthfully the answer was Kylian. He knew it was Kylian - heck. It was how they met each other in the first place. Sabrina got a new number, and they joked about sending each other dirty/flirty text, but Y/N's messages when to the wrong number, which happened to be a famous footballer. An awkward conversation between a musician and a baller turned into a whirlwind romance.

As the tension builds again, Y/N tries to deflect from the obvious by continuing the game, "Okay, never have I ever faked an orgasm?" As all of the women in the circle (Y/N included) down their shot, the men look at them in horror. "Are men really that bad?" Ramos asked in shock at the revelation that most men are dreadful at making their partners orgasm. "You have no idea," Sabrina said, shooting a little look towards Kylian as if to say something without opening her mouth.

Now she knew that Kylian always made his partners cum. How did she know this? Y/N told her she knew he was good sexually, but that wasn't why she commented. It wasn't to bruise his ego but to see if he was genuine about her friend. Sabrina knew that Mbappe wanted the singer back. Heck, a blind man could tell you that. But she wanted to see how far he was willing to go because he would have to walk a mile over fucking glass after the shit he pulled.

"Never have I ever dumped someone over text." Halland's contribution to the game made Y/N look up to him, see she confided in him and told him a couple of things that she probably shouldn't have, but she never said to him that - educated guess, maybe. Y/N knew she should stop, but right now, being sober would only make things worse. At least if she were drunk, she would have some reason to excuse her behaviour. One gulp and the shot was gone, "No way, how could someone break up with you over text" Kevin De Brunier asked in shock.

"A fucking idiot", Halland responded for her as she felt herself growing more upset by the minute. The remainder of the way that she had her heart broken. Over a fucking text message. Many months of love and vigour, countless hours spilling her darkest secrets, lust and passion mixed with sweet nothings meant nothing more than a single line of text to him. 'We aren't going to work. I'm sorry, but we need to break up.' In his words, not her's.

And she just accepted it. She didn't resist or fight for the love that she cared for so dearly. Instead, she mourned the loss of someone she thought would be her forever. She coped in the only way she knew how. Drinking, partying and smoking as she fell into a deep depression. As she hardly slept or ate anything, it took Y/N a long time to finally feel like herself again. But now she was back at square one.

But the singer wasn't the only one going through the motions as Kylian felt the rage of a thousand suns burn inside him, and in a moment of heated outrage, he said something he would regret. "Never have I ever wanted to get back with my ex." as tension reached new heights, "I'm gonna go smoke." with that, Y/N walked away from the situation, unable to face him. As she tried to hold back her tears, she walked up the stairs that led to the club's roof. She was utterly unaware of her surroundings. As the night's cold air welcomed her, she walked towards the roof's edge.

She sat with her leg dangling over the edge as she lit a cigarette. Letting out a deep sigh as the rush of s nicotine hit, "You know those things are gonna kill you." Halland joined the girl on edge as Y/N took another deep puff before exhaling in euphoria. "It's a form of coping. I'm just so stressed," the singer finally spoke, her eyes full of tears. "You know it's okay to cry", and with those words, Y/N began to cry so violently that her whole body began to shake. As Erling placed her head into the nook of his shoulder, he let the girl of his affection release her pent-up emotions.

After her heavy tears reduced to sniffles and sobs, the football player asked her a question that made her want to cry again. "You are still in love with him, aren't you" with that, more tears streamed down her face as she cried her heart out. she had ruined her make-up. "I do, and I fucking hate it. Why can't I stop? Please make it stop." the girl's voice cracked mid-sentence making her sound even more pitiful than she already did. The Norwegian hugged the girl as tightly as he could. He placed a kiss on the top of her head.

As much as Halland wanted Y/N for himself, he couldn't take advantage of her. He had already done it once. When they hooked up, it was clear that it only happened because they were intoxicated and emotional. But that didn't mean that he didn't love her, no. He would give anything to see her happy. That is why he was going to let her run back to Mbappe. Even if it hurt his pride, he was happy as long as he made her happy. But if he messed up again, he would treat the singer like the queen she was.

As they stayed in each other's embrace, they were unaware of the third party watching from the door. Clearing his throat, Kylian made his presence known. As Y/N went frigid with fear, she looked towards Halland for help, but all he did was nod slightly as if to say, 'talk to him. Please, for all our sakes', to which she agreed. "If you need me, I'll be with the others, okay."

And with that, the Norwegian left, but not before he and his rival had a short stare-down. The PSG player slowly walked towards his ex-lover as if she was a scared animal, worried she would run off at a moment's notice. They fell into a heavy silence as he kept his distance beside her. "What happened to us, mon amore?" the player asked, looking at the girl. "We ended, Kylian, that's what happened. You ripped my heart in two, and you left." the bitter tone was enough to tell mbappe how she felt about the split.

"That was a mistake, ange de mon coeur" God, she missed the sound of him speaking french, but Y/N refused to cave in - she couldn't. Getting up, she began to walk towards the door. This conversation was over. Kylian walked behind her, quickly grabbing her wrist and gently making her stop dead in her tracks. "Let go of me, please", refusing to look in his direction. Her heart begged her to embrace him. But if she did, there was a chance that this would end in disaster. She would be left like a broken china doll again, leaving her to put herself together again. It was not going to happen.

"Let's talk about this, please" Kylian sounded just as desperate, if not more, as he refused to let go of her hand as he intertwined their fingers. "No, Kylian, we shouldn't talk about it." in a fable attempt to deny him any comfort, she removed her hand from his. "Why not" now he was on the brink of crying, "bébé, please look at me." he knew how to tug on her heartstrings as she turned to look into his deep eyes. She said, inches apart and breath fanning each other's faces.

"Kylian, don't" as this point, she didn't know what she was saying no to, but frankly, she didn't care. "Don't call me that" it sounded like more of a plea than a demand. "But you love it when I speak french." he knew what he was doing, and in his defence, it was working. "that is exactly the problem, Kylian. We can't keep doing this" Y/N was frustrated and angry, and the alcohol was not helping. "Doing what?" now playing oblivious, they looked into eyes of each other, both telling two different stories.

"We aren't good for each other" the whisper did not sound very convincing. "Did Halland tell you that?" the question was a mixture of anger and dread. What could the Norwegian have said to her before his arrival? "No" a slight sight of relief didn't mean he was out of the woods yet. "Then why" his voice was small and breathy, as if he was unsure if he wanted to know the answer.

"You hurt me, Kylian. I thought you were my one, and you destroyed me." The silence was deafening as they stood face to face for the first time in a year. "I told you things I had never told anyone. I let you into my world. I showed you my dreams and fears, and you disregarded them. I put my heart in your hand, and you threw it away like it was nothing, Ky it hurt. Did I not even deserve to be broken up face to face? Did I mean that little to you?" As he stood there and listened, he felt his throat dry as his words got stuck.

"No, ma reine", he protested. How could Y/N say that? she meant everything to him - did she not know that? "Then why did you hurt me?" tears again fell from her eyes for the nth time. "I don't know" the singer appreciated his honesty, but it still hurt. "But it was the biggest regret I have ever had."

"That doesn't fix things. Kylian"

"I know"

As the two stood closer than ever, they felt the tension hit the stratosphere. "But it's a start." with that, two sets of lips collided in a feverish kiss, tongue and teeth, swirl and bite. Hands all over each other as they momentarily forgot their problems. Breaking apart with heavy breathing and noses still touching, "If we do this promise me one thing", Y/N said, short of breath, "Anything, ma princess." giving him a small peck on the lips before speaking ", please don't leave me again."

"let get out of here"

"my place?"

"sure"

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( ✮ ) BITCH, BITCH! ft kylian mbappe

🧺 𓂃⭑ᜊ an: Been asked lots of times for a Kylian's fic, I'm doing this purely based on my idea, ( not the original idea, it turn out shitty so I redo ) none of you put on along with a storyline so I hope this is okay. xx

🗯️ 𓂃⭑ᜊ content warning: cursing, harassment, assaults, a mid age guy mention!

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The car's engine stops resounding, and both of you and Kylian got out 'You sure this is fine? You can wait in the car if you want, I won't be long.' He smile assuring you that it was okay. You two got inside the supermarket, hand in hand. Kylian gets a basket and you began walking to one of the isles to get your groceries. Kylian was walking behind you, and watching through the racks for stuff you wanted to buy.

'Hey! Can you please get me milk from the dairy section?' Kylian hums walking away to the dairy section whilst you continue looking through, you get all the groceries you listed and was about to leave when your shoulder bumps against someone. A man probably in his 40s, stood there looking down at you picking up your stuff, with a long sigh 'Hey, come on, it's not my fault you get all your stuff scattered around, you should watch where you're going next time.' You rolled your eyes at him 'Did I ever say that it was your fault? Pissed off, dude!' You bit back, you went past him but he yanked your hand 'Ahh, is that how you suppose to talk to someone older than you? You rude bitch!' You swat his hand away with a disgusted look 'Get your hand off me, you old perv.' He looks at you with an irritated, unbelievable look. One of his eyes twinges in annoyance.

'You bitch!' You dodged his slap and scoff 'What the fuck?! You crazy man! Have you lost your mind?' He caught you by your wrist and pull you close to him 'I'm gonna teach you a very good lesson.' You headbutted him on the nose making him moan in pain 'Yeah! That's what you get for being a bitch, bitch.' Blood trickles down his nose like a pool, his eyes red and teary.

'I'm gonna kill you!' He was yanked to the back and you released a relieved breath. Kylian stood before you shielding you from the guy. A guard grabs him by his pit and force him up 'What did I do? This bitch started it!' They went deaf ears and continue dragging him out of the place.

Kylian turns to you, both palms over to your cheeks 'Are you alright?' You smile at him, and one hand going over to the back of his neck, gently caressing 'Fine,' You two walk off to the counter pay for everything, and left.

Kylian made sure that you were 100% okay when you get home and sure to cuddle you to sleep and assured you he'll make sure he finds the man again and beat him up to a pulp.

[oddlyded]

kylian mbappe headcanon

he's impossibly touchy

like he’s got to touch you ALL. THE. TIME.

hands on your tight, on your waist, on the small of your back. if he’s not touching you he’s angling his body towards you or standing very, very close to you.

you barely have space to yourself when you’re out, with him or when you’re otherwise alone or with friends. he’s gotta know where you are at all times

if he’s taking you to a party, his eyes would be on you even while talking to others

and he doesn’t like it when you give someone you’ve just met too much attention. he’s not in the habit of mentioning it, but one look at his face, at his mannerisms, at the way he’s completely embarrassing the other person and you know

very clingy indeed

if you’re out you already know that once you answer his call he’d scheme to have you back home earlier than expected

and all the while, he’s asking where you are and whether you’re safe or not

he’s still very conscious of your boundaries and doesn’t cross them which you’re grateful for but he’s also v overbearing and at times possessive

(you don’t mind it)

oh, i didn’t mention the possessiveness ? man definitely has a possessive streak

he’s very expressive around the eyes so you. always. know.

and it’s so amusing when he acts like he’s not jealous because it’s so. damn. noticeable.

he’d get so firmly touchy, particularly his hand on your tights

he’d also play with your neck in front whoever set him off

biting it off (im sure he’s embarrassing like that) or trailing a strong finger all over it going down and down

loudly muttering that he’s got to get you home to take care of you and how perfect you look for him today

once, you were so cross at him that you danced with someone else at a club to provoke him

man was sitting down the whole time working his jaw and glaring at you, and you could see just how pissed off he was

but he’s remained v collected to see just how far you’d get. you two kept eye contact for the whole integrity of your dancing w the other dude

until said dude tried to make a move and you found yourself immediately (??) being yanked between strong arms

the heated glare he’s thrown down at you was worth it huhuh

he ended up f you senseless in the bathroom for all the club to hear

and then got home and f u senseless some more

moving on, like i said he’s not playing around when it comes to your safety

so y’all have LOTS of fights because you simply don’t care as much lol

obvs yolo

but obvs you take care to text him where you’re going and whom you’re meeting and to not be reckless in a self-destructive way

if only for him not to get sooo worried because geez. he can get his knickers into a twist

especially when it comes to you

man’s on a you to be as healthy as possible. ‘ain’t no way you’re not having a jog w me, y/n’ ‘ain’t no way you’re not eating this and that y/n’ ‘come to bed and snuggle w me even if it’s 8 pm y/n’

but ultimately he is the most amazing boyfriend ever

dinner dates

breakfast dates

dates dates dates

the moment he’s got a free period he’s taking you somewhere

cuddling before bed >>>

like i said, so freaking touchy and you LOVE it

[pedrithink]

hiii can u do funny texts with kylian but with kylian trying to convince reader to go on a date

texts w/ kylian

02/04/2023

kylian: hello baby

you: don't call me baby, kylian

kylian: why are you so difficult?

kylian: just one date, please!!!!!

kylian: go out with me once and

then i'll leave you alone

you: you already said that once, i went out with you and you are still bothering me

03/04/2023

kylian: today reminds me of you

you: why?

kylian: because it's hot as fuck

you: bye

04/04/2023

kylian: i'm 📯

you: you’re trumpet 

you: what 

kylian: that’s a horn 

kylian: so immmmm...

you: in a school band 

05/04/2023

kylian: i have the best poem 

you: tell me 

kylian: roses are red

violets are blue

words can’t express

the way i feel for you

you: i have a better one 

kylian: let me heart it 

you: roses are dead 

violets are too 

you suck at poems  

find something better to do 

06/04/2023

kylian: you looked beautiful today 

you: you didn’t even see me 

kylian: don’t have to  

you: :) 

07/04/2023

kylian:

you: he’s a romantic

kylian: he has the most beautiful

voice in the world

you: and face too

kylian: shut up 

you: anyways 

kylian: not in a rude way 

kylian: shut up in a gentle way 

kylian: shut up, darling 

you: stop saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you, that’s annoying. 

kylian: WAIT WHAT 

08/04/2023

kylian:

kylian: i’d rather see you in this 

you: there’s nothing there 🤨🤨

you: OH WAIT 

you: that was smooth as fuck, dude.

09/04/2023

kylian: what are you doing 

you: cutting the toenail

kylian: scandalous 

kylian: can i help 

10/04/2023

you:  

kylian: dude, im laughing my ass off 

you: what is the name of the bl

kylian: wait...you texted me

first.... 😦😯

you: what's the problem? 

kylian: how come you’ve been

abnormally nice to me latelly 

you: what do you mean? 

kylian: you just seem nicer than usual

 

you: i’ll punch you in the face if you want 

11/04/2023

kylian: do you want to go out sometime?

you: wait, did you just flirt with me? 

kylian: have been for the past

year but thanks for noticing 

12/04/2023

you: hey

you: the date was very nice, thank you!! :)

kylian: you're welcome, i hope

we can have more moments like this.

you: me too

notes: that’s itttt! 🫡

[aechii]

₍⁠₍ SPEAK NO EViL ₎⁠₎ ~ CH. 1

[ a kylian mbappe series ]

SYNOPSiS ! it's summer break, where, yes, academic freedom ensues, but for stellar, upcoming young football stars, an unmissable opportunity springs. bondy elite summer academy prepares its youth for the professional world, and inevitably, everybody is hungry to succeed. girl or boy. life isn't kind to 18 year old kylian mbappe, and being mute seems to be a limiting factor of his progress. but once he's accepted into the football camp, he's determined to prove that his football speaks for itself. yet, in the midst of fatal determination and apathetic competitiveness, he doesn't expect to grow intrigue for [y/n], a profound player in the camp's feminine unit, whose kindness and exquisite skill awakens a visceral feeling within kylian, showing him someone else that he could love in a world filled with hate.

PAiRiNG ! mute!kylian x fem!reader | fem!reader x oc!boyfriend

A/N ! FIRST CHAP!!! bro im actually excited for this series, there's alot in store heheh. this chapter- moreover, the whole damn story lol- is mainly kylian-centric, but dw, reader has her little spotlight in this chap too, and will be more integrated into kylian's very life soon 👀 see this chapter as establishing context/introducing the characters, so it isn't necessarily long (3.3k-ish), and i am expecting to make them longer (hopefully >5k) anyways, i hope you enjoyyyy ❤

SERiES MASTERLiST ! here!

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“[y/n].”

it takes a while for the girl to respond, and even, she does so with a near-muted hum. the navy blue envelope stares back at her, rich in elitism, unopened. she doesn’t know why she’s hesitant to read it, she hadn’t cared much about her fate with bondy, applied for the sake of doing so, but deep inhibition craves the word ‘congratulations’ at the top of the sheet. 

“[y/n], babe, open it.”

the voice that comes from beside her, galvanises her conscience out of its reverie, and nimble fingers slowly dig into the fused flap, tearing it. slips the paper out of its casing, stares at it, but shakes her head, giving it to her boyfriend instead.

“i can’t do it- you do it-”

zion laughs, taking it from her hands as he begins to unfold it, “i thought you didn’t care.”

“well i do,” she fiddles with the rings on her fingers, “get on with it, zion.”

quietude absorbs the space as zion reads the words on paper, face neutral so as to not reflect any emotion of what he scrutinises, and it propels [y/n]’s palpitations. 

“what does it say?”

her boyfriend stays silent, and her fingers begin to vibrate anxiously, “zion, what does  it say?”

the smile that inculcates his face showers [y/n] in relief, and in the process, her first instinct is to laugh heartily.

“no way!”

“you got in, babe, you got in!” in an instant, his arms rope themselves around his girlfriend, squeezing her tightly as her giggles seem to be endless. 

“now you don’t have to worry about going alone,” [y/n] jokes as she unravels herself from her boyfriend’s embrace, pinching his cheek. he slaps her grip away, rolling his eyes before pulling her in for a cuddle, “worry? i can do just fine without you.”

his statement triggers a loud snort and a questioning glance from the girl. they both knew that him lacking her presence could result in endless amount of calls, all of which could last for hours. 

“zion. don’t lie.”

he sighs, “fine.”

they don’t talk for a few minutes, seeking solitude in the warmth of each other. the excitement that broods within the both of them is inexplicable; proceeding into a new stage, a momentous opportunity, with their lover was something that they had always wanted. and now that it was finally in fruition, they were impatient for the 5 weeks to pass. 

“imagine how powerful us as a football couple will be,” zion says.

[y/n] shuffles a bit in his arms, “indescribable, i suppose. though, people will love me more.”

zion scoffs, “don’t shit yourself, [y/n]. i’m better than you at football– and don’t lie!”

“yeah, yeah whatever,” she brushes him off, “literally hate you.”

he presses a kiss into her cheek, hard and sloppy, “love you too babe.”

+_-

“kylian.”

the boy stares, astonished, at the piece of paper in his hands, and his eyes rake over the words countlessly as if to permanently imprint them in his brain. though, he thinks that if he does it enough times, the letters would swirl into an incomprehensible smudge of black and he would wake up from this too real dream. 

his mother calls him again, and he grants her the etiquette of looking at her. 

the smile on her face is soft, fragile, like it is inches away from crumbling into a relieved sob. kylian rules the probability of that happening not entirely impossible, his mother is, afterall, renowned for being overly emotional.  

“are you happy?” she asks. he nods, reading the paper again before hurriedly pulling his mother into a tight hug. she laughs, circling her arms around her son; savours the warmth that emanates through his skin into hers. it’s scarce that kylian initiates any touch, and when he does, it is overwhelmingly grounding. 

“i’m proud of you.”

he untangles himself from his mother’s embrace, grin gleaming so brightly, and it makes her heart swell. 

“thank you,” kylian signs, “couldn’t have done it without you. or dad. or ethan.”

his blunder evokes a chuckle from his mum, and she brings him into another tight hug. kylian feels the tender tremble of her arms and jokingly rolls his eyes, “you’re scared, aren’t you?”

“why won’t i be, ky? you’re growing up-”

“not about that.”

his mum sighs, breaking the hug as she takes her son’s hand into her palms. she notices how her’s only takes up half of his and it’s gratifying, the realisation that kylian was no longer her waist’s height. 

“i will be fine maman, you don’t need to worry.” a charming smile crawls its way onto his lips. his mother tries to render it convincing, but every bad what if runs through her head in that instance, and she can’t help but grow anxious. yet she knows how much this opportunity means to kylian, which had, in the past, seemed like an unobtainable chance for a boy who loved football just as much as any other, but was just a bit too different to be deemed right. 

a period of silence passes as his mother ponders and weighs her thoughts, then kylian’s voice snaps her back. 

“maman?”

the frown that dips her lips diminishes quickly.

“sorry i… zoned out.”

kylian exhaled, “you’re overthinking again, don’t do that or i’ll find myself bound at home when i’m supposed to be meeting ronaldo.”

his mother laughs at his words, “you think you’ll meet him there? i haven’t heard of such a thing.”

the boy walks over to the sink, grabs a glass, and starts filling it with water, “it’s bondy academy,” he shrugs, “anything can happen.”

eyeing her son as he gulps down his drink, she shakes her head whimsically, leaning against the counter, “you stay focused when you’re there, okay? i don’t want you to give them a reason to not refer you.”

kylian makes a face, as if her words were pungent, “it’s just me and football there, can’t and won’t give them what they want.”

it isn’t the first time kylian had applied, but with how competitive the spots were, and after being, inevitably, incapable of undergoing an interview, he had been rejected 2 years in a row. he finds it rather bewildering how, after all these years, he is being considered to become a bondy elite, and knows that he will need to try twice- or even thrice- as hard as the rest to prove his deserved place there. 

“you know, they will do anything to throw you off, right?” his mother’s tone hardens as her face falls stoic. 

“i know,” he drags a chair, sitting on it backwards, before his shoulders rise and fall, “and i’ll prove to them that i’m stronger than i may seem.” 

he barely finishes as his mother’s phone rings. she excuses herself, picking the call, and as he hears her accent grow thick with familiarity, he rules the caller as one of her close peers. she leaves the kitchen, but no more than a second later, ethan shuffles in, legs sluggish and eyes barely open,manoeuvring around the room as if by muscle memory. kylian glances at the time and sees the clock both hands pointing at 12. 

“what time do you call this?” kylian playfully reprimands. knows that his brother takes advantage of the lenience of summer break, sleeping in until the sun was way too alive and excited to greet any late-risers. frankly speaking, the extra 3 hours he had stayed in bed for, in kylian’s eyes, could’ve snuck in a good practice session. 

“i care for my rest, kylian.” 

the older boy perks up an eyebrow, vision trailing the mass of flesh and bones of his brother, “but until 12pm?”

ethan stops his movements, turning around to glare at kylian, before the distasteful ripple of a ravenous stomach reminds him of his initial intentions in the kitchen, “if i wasn’t so hungry, i would be in for longer.”

kylian throws him a disgruntled look, rolling his eyes, “so what time then? the summer doesn’t give you the excuse of sleeping in so late. i say it every year and will continue to do so.”

ethan groans. he’s endured too much hellish education during the year to suffer through the same routine during the holidays and waking up at 12pm, which wasn’t even that serious, is the least kylian should worry about. 

“you know training went over time yesterday. i literally walked through the doors at 10pm last night!”

“as if anything would’ve changed if you came home normally, ethan,” kylian deadpans. by now, he has walked over to the fridge, reaching in to grab a drink. he feeds off of lucozade, however unhealthy it may be. 

ethan ignores him, pouring milk into a bowl. he sits down by the table, about to shove a spoonful of cereal into his mouth before he notices the letter, opened and bearing the unmistakable inscription from a football camp that he has garnered too much disdain for over the years.

he sighs, dropping the spoon, “don’t tell me you signed up for bondy and allowed yourself to be rejected… again?” he sounds as if he is all too familiar with the ordeal, face unamused, “i thought you agreed to not sign up this year…”

ethan loves his brother too dearly to put up with his crushed mood, extending over days where he refused to communicate verbally and resulted to signing, even which was lacklustre and was scarce of its normal gusto. bondy is a dream for any teenager within the precinct, and was undeniably kylian’s also, yet it were times like this, when the summer begins and he’s still met with a deflated kylian every morning (afternoon), that makes ethan come to terms with the fact that football was structured against anybody who didn’t fit their ideal, no matter how small a difference may be. 

but what he doesn’t expect to see is a smile beaming on the face of his brother, and his initial thought is no. way. 

“read it, ethan.”

he doesn’t hesitate to, snatching the paper from the table with neck-snapping velocity, and kylian watches on with an undying grin as ethan’s eyes rapidly scan the words on the page. they widen with every passing second, and the next, kylian feels winded as his brother crashes into him with a bone-slamming hug. can’t dissipate the laughter erupts out of his throat; it’s endearing, how much this means to his brother, and it’s not even him that’s going (and truthfully, he never plans to). 

“alright, alright, you can let go of me now,” kylian’s hands press into his brother’s shoulders to push him away, but is met with an even stronger force as ethan tightens the hug, replying with a muffled, “no way.”

he doesn’t fight his brother’s resistance, and rather basks in the affection for a little bit longer. it’s not always they hug like this, but when they do, it's a feeling kylian likes to revel within for as long as he can. 

he’s released from the hug, not long after, ethan looking at him with something that could equate to pride, he doesn’t know what, yet it makes him want to cry. 

“you did it, bro.” then a soft punch to the shoulder. kylian just smiles back and says, “yeah, finally.”

ethan doesn’t stop looking at him as his face glazes over with earnest, “be strong, yeah? get through those 5 weeks and come home with a referral.”

“that’s my aim,” kylian’s gaze drops, but he picks it up again. he doesn’t want to reflect any hesitation or chances of second thoughts. wants to show ethan that he's ready, upfront in whatever battle may come in due time. 

“brice will probably be there with me, you know he gets accepted every year,” kylian attempts to reassure his brother when notices his eyes flicker with worry, but ethan shakes his head. 

“and even if he isn’t there, i know you can-”

“okay, maybe not that far yet,” kylian is fast to quench ethan’s thoughts. he’s aware that life is fast paced, he’s already 18 and classified as an adult. knows that soon, he’d need to survive the world by himself, but there is an ever undercurrent of anxiety that hums through his veins anytime he would think about it. wishes that he could suck it up, but he knew he wasn’t ready. like he physically could not. 

“soon, ethan,” kylian murmurs, “soon.”

his younger brother exhales, nods, then reaches out to initiate a bump of fists. 

“proud of you.”

+_-

when brice calls, kylian is knowing of the words that he greets him with. an exchange that occurs every year, for the past 2, on the same day, as if he hasn’t been told many times and is already forecasting what is to be said. 

“got the letter from bondy again. i’m turning it down-”

“like you do every year, i know brice.”

the other side of the phone is silent. kylian hears indistinct shuffling, before, “why do you sound so… gleeful?”

“what? is it a crime to be happy?”

brice scoffs, “i’m not saying that. it’s just… you’re not normally this happy when i tell you.”

kylian, in his room, slumps into his bed, back against the mattress as he stares at the ceiling. the exhilaration in his flesh is omnipresent, “you don’t need to do that this time.”

“what?” brice’s voice lacks amplitude but is riddled with utter shock. kylian can imagine the boy, mouth agape, eyes disclosing their tinted scleras.

“i’ll be joining you this year, brice.” when they undulate into the air, the words sound so foreign to kylian. he’s waiting for the pinch to his skin that would wake him up, but it never comes. 

“i don’t believe you,” brice says, absolute, “i need to see the letter for myself, send a picture- no actually, i’m coming over.”

kylian laughs at his friend’s antics as he rolls his eyes, “yeah no. you stay where you are and i’ll send you a picture of it.” brice has the tendency to invite himself over, unannounced. conjures excuses that don’t make half sense to give him a reason why he’s doing so. kylian would never admit it, but he finds it endearing. 

“aw come on,” brice whines, “i’m just a street away. it would save you from wasting your energy, you’ll need it for summer camp, you know.”

kylian just sighs, giving in, but decides it comes with a cost, “fine, since you want to come over so bad, do so. but whilst you’re here, you might as well help me pack.”

“and i now don’t have packing to do?”

“please, brice, who are you kidding? you’ll leave it until the last minute,” kylian expresses monotonously. he hears the boy grumble over the phone, then a slam of the door follows shortly after.

“get off my phone. i’ll meet you in 2 minutes.”

kylian snickers, then slips in a “gladly,” before cutting the line. the doorbell shrills the second he does, and he thinks that brice had speed walked there. his predictions are correct as he tumbles down the stairs, opening the door to see an out-of-breath brice before him.

“you’re more eager than me.”

brice says nothing, shoving him out the way inside. the cool air that bleeds out of the air con and diffuses around the house presses comfort into his skin. he makes a cry of satisfaction, standing in front of the conditioner placed near the front door.

“i love how you’re using me for thermal advantages.”

brice closes his eyes, tilting his head as the chilled air blows in his face, “i will pretend i never heard that- matter of fact,” he suddenly opens his eyes, “where’s that damned letter?” he doesn’t wait for kylian to tell him where it is, and makes a beeline for his room. 

“it’s… upstairs…” kylian shakes his head, smiling softly, then follows his friend. 

by the time he gets there, he sees brice already studying the paper, mouth mumbling the words that he reads. a grin accumulates gradually on his lips, “i can’t believe it. after 2 tedious years,” he folds the paper into its habitual creases,”but… why now? not that i’m questioning your ability or anything, you know how good you are.”

“no, i understand where you’re coming from,” kylian exhales as he sits on the edge of his bed. brice joins him.

“i’m still wondering why they’re now accepting me, but they have, so i’m not worried about it.”

a hand comes to ruffle his hair, kylian shoves the boy off instinctively, “bro- what are you doing?”

“i’m so proud of you kylian!” 

“thank you, but hello? my hair?”

brice waves him off, standing up again as he walks toward the wardrobe, “you’ll get over it,” kylian does not. he glares at the boy before him, reaching for the table beside his bed to grab his brush, smoothing his hair down. 

“where’s this suitcase that we need to pack?”

“look up, brice.”

he does, and notices the luggage bag resting upon the wardrobe. makes a noise of surprise before turning to his friend, “so, are you going to help me or not?”

huffing, kylian aids the boy to drag the case down, flipping it open as brice digs through the pile of clothes situated in a drawer, “you don’t need that many clothes,” he tosses a few pairs of jeans to kylian, “they have washing machines there.”

kylian looks at the jeans, perplexed, “then why do i need 3 if i’m barely gonna wear them?”

brice doesn’t respond, just smiles, and continues rummaging.

“brice.”

“kylian.” he doesn’t look up and instead, excavates a couple of graphic t shirts that he hurls in his friend’s direction. the shit-eating grin that scours his face doesn’t dissipate, leaving kylian in deeper scepticism.

“stop looking at me like that, k, you’ll find out soon enough.”

kylian’s face flashes one devoid of humour, “you make it hard to forget that you’ve been to bondy before.”

“you’ll thank me for my experiences soon enough,” brice chides and kylian shakes his head, “it’s been like, what? 2 years since you last went? how can you remember anything?”

brice huffs out a laugh, “oh trust me, bondy is one hell of an experience,” throws another faded garment at kylian, who takes one look at it and chucks it back, “doesn’t fit me.”

“why is it still in here then?” brice sounded like a chastising mother, and it evokes a chuckle out of his friend.

“dunno,” kylian starts to fold, or rather roll, his clothes, situating them neatly in his suitcase, “and even so, didn’t you last go when you were a junior? elite camp is obviously different-”

“in terms of training intensity and expectation, yes,” brice educates, “but i can assure you, the same shit goes down in elite camp just as in junior– probably just a bit more… thrilling, if you will.”

“you mean dangerous, riddled with debauchery.”

brice feigns contemplation, then nods, “absolutely.”

a grimace makes its way upon kylian’s face, “don’t make me have second thoughts, i’m only there to play football and get referred.”

“and so is everyone else,” brice is helping kylian fold now, “just that teenagers like to mesh ambition and fun into a hellish, potentially fatal mix.” 

he then stops, half creased shirt in hand, and looks kylian dead in the eye, “just hope you get out of there alive.”

brice notices kylian’s muscles tense and cease, then starts laughing. kylian shoves him roughly, “i didn’t find that funny.”

it takes a while for brice to settle down again, apologising with sorries that he didn’t half mean. kylian, disgruntled, ignores the boy in front of him, shoving items upon the growing pile. 

he doesn’t know why he tolerates the guy.

[kylianswifey]

You're Perfect - Kylian Mbappe x Reader

Hi👋Can you please do one where kylian suggest to workout with his gf who is very out of shape and thank you😊

___________________ I was in the living room going through some papers for work. I woke up at 7am to start my shift, I work remotely. Kylian woke up two hours after me to go to the gym. I felt a soft kiss on my cheek and I looked at Kylian smiling.

"Good morning, sunshine. Did you sleep well? He sat next to me and took a look at the laptop. "Good morning, angel. Yes, you? You seem stressed." "There's a lot going on right now, I'm in a crisis. I need to get this done as soon as possible" "Why don't you take a break, you can't work like this. Come with me to the gym." I gave him a look, he never invites me to work out with him. I actually am not very active, I try to take walks everyday and watch my food intake, but that's pretty much it. I know Kylian didn't mean to offend me in any way, but I feel very self conscious about my body. I'm not in a very good shape, I consider myself to be a skinny-fat girl. "Hmm, okay. But, you'll have to give me a workout routine." "Sure, let's go get ready and leave." He gave me a quick kiss and stood up, I followed behind him. ___________ "You can go on the treadmill for twenty minutes and then continue with some light workouts since it's your first day" "Okay, Ky." I stationed myself to a treadmill facing the whole gym, I could feel eyes on me. This only managed to make me more uncomfortable. Kylian went along with his usual workout routine. Running gives you an opportunity to think about everything, especially what you're running for. I finished my running session and approached Kylian. "Hey, babe. I'm done with running." "Great, here's the yoga mat. Lay it next to mine and repeat my workouts. If you get tired stop and wait for me to finish my reps and do the next one." I nodded and did what he instructed. I began to get extremely tired after the second round, but I wanted to keep going. What if Kylian really meant to say that I need to lose some weight? I could feel him looking at me with a kind of concerned look. My face was really red and I was shaking lightly. "Babe? Don't push yourself too hard, okay?" "I'm okay, Ky. I want to do this. It's obviously going to hurt a little." "It's your first day, babe. If you burn out, you won't want to come back here tomorrow." he said and chuckled. Wow. It's clear to me now. We finished out workouts and got changed to leave for home. I waited by the car for him since I got ready before him. "Ready to go, honey?" "Yeah." "Do you want to stop somewhere to get food?" he said and we entered the car. I didn't feel like eating at all. "I'm not that hungry, Ky. But, you can get whatever you want for yourself?" he took his eyes off the road to take a look at me and went back to look at the road. He placed his hand on my thigh. "Babe? Is something wrong?" "No, why would you think that?' "I don't know, you just seem lost in your thoughts. Are you still thinking about work?" "Um, yeah, work. I'm thinking about work." he didn't seem convinced, but decided to let it go. We arrive at the house and I get back to my laptop. Kylian decided to hang out with his friends, he hasn't seen them in a while. I was glad he didn't insist on me joining him, I really didn't feel like going out. I was very confused about what I was feeling. Kylian was just being the sweetest person ever, he wanted to help me relieve some stress and here I am taking it the wrong way. After a couple of hours, I shut down my laptop and sighed. I was finally done with work and I was extremely tired and still sore from the workout this morning. I decided to wash my face and go to sleep. Suddenly, I heard my phone buzz, Kylian was calling me. "Hi, babe. I'm on my home. What do you want to eat? I still haven't eaten yet." "Hi, honey. Um, I ate an hour ago, I'm not hungry, babe. But you can get something for yourself since there isn't any leftovers." "Oh, okay, cool. I'll see you at home then." "See ya, Ky. Love you." "Love you too." _________ I heard the front door open and close, letting me know Kylian arrived. He made his way to the bedroom where I was laying on the bed with my back facing the door. I wanted to avoid the uncomfortable conversation so I pretended to be asleep. I felt the bed move next to me and I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Y/N, I can tell you're awake honey. Can you talk to me?" I decided to drop the act and I turned around to face him. He caressed my cheek with his finger and looked me in the eyes, waiting for me to talk. "Ky, am I pretty?" "What do you mean, baby? Of course you are." "Do I need to lose weight?" he sighed and shut his eyes. He finally connected the dots. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. He open his eyes and sat up on the bed pulling me into his arms, my back resting on his chest. "Y/N, I don't know why you got the impression that I want you to lose weight, but I don't. I invited you today because I wanted you to take a break from work. I promise, I never even thought about changing anything about you." "I know, Ky. I just couldn't help this thought. Thank you for being so sweet to me." "Y/N, don't ever think this, please. I'm being serious. I love you so much just the way you are." "I love you too, Ky. Can I join you at the gym more often?" "Of course, baby. Only if you want to."

[jusalle]

★ Kylian Mbappe Imagine ★

• reporters •

(Also suggtions or request are open so I'll gladly do them!💙)

"Go Mon Amour, I'll be fine" you said softly to Kylian.

Currently, Kylian had to do a interview. It wasn't a big one, it was almost as if a press conference.

Kylian simply didn't want to go cause he wanted just to go home and be with you.

Although Kylian dosn't want to go, if you tell him to go, he goes for you.

So in end, he ends up going.

" Good luck Ky" you smiled at your fiance and went to go chance in the lockerooms as your fiance goes into the press conference room.

You had to change since you finished practice with Kylian. Since the both of you played for PSG.

And yes, you were in the mens division, sadly to say.

You loved to be on the same team as your Fiance. It was wonderful, but it had its cons to it to but there was of course PSG fans that didn't support a women being in a men's division.

You understood why but you were a good player and you benefited the team.

Kylian has seen the things people have said about you and it simply bugs him. Even though it shouldn't and you've told him it dosnt matter, still it still annoys him.

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As Kylian walked in the room. He saw flashing lights and more people there than usual

He walked to his seat and saw people raise there hands up immediately.

As he picked people to ask him questions, most of the questions were just either about his stats or somthing that's been happening with team members.

As time went on he noticed that the reporters were asking questions about you now and then, but they were all about how your stats in a mens division.

He didn't mind the questions atfirst but they were getting more hateful towards you and he started to get annoyed. He just wanted to go home.

As he took his last question, he was happy it was his last question but it caught him off guard.

" As we know Y/n is your fiance and all but simply I don't think she should be allowed to be on the men's division and I think many people agree and her stats haven't been the best-.. she's simply dreadful"

Simply by that Kylian was furious. You were the best player he knew, if you were good enough to get on the men's division, that simply shows something.He already hated how people talked to you on social media. Then now he has to deal with this stupid idiot.

" At least her stats are better than some other people's. You cannot talk down on somebody when you don't even simply fucking know them. Your talking as if you can do any better" Kylian said as he scoffed

" You people act, as if your simply better than her. She's a women in a mens division and that shows somthing." Kylian said as his voice was even more angier than before.

The reporter was simply shocked at Kylians outrage, he didn't expect it to say the least.

Kylian knew this was going to be everywhere but he didn't care, he had to get it off his chest sooner or later.

Kylian got up from his chair and he was so angry he didn't even want to talk no more or even look at the reporter.

He walked out the room and saw his teamates with worried faces which indicated they saw what happened.

Kylian simply ignored them, he didnt do it to be rude, he simply was irritated and didn't want to take his anger out on his friends.

He walked to the lockerooms and saw you getting your bags.

You heard footsteps so you turned and saw Kylian but he looked irritated.

"Mon Amour, what happend?" you said softly as you walked up to Kylian and pressed your hand on his right cheek.

He just stared into your eyes, not awnsering your question.

" Kylian? What's wrong?" You said softly once again.

You saw in his eyes, that he was conflicted to tell you but he decided in the end to tell.

" They kept talking shit about you Mon Amour, how your somehow dreadful? And you shouldn't be on a men's team, it's all bullshit Y/n, then even on social media they talk about you Amour. You know I hate when people do that, I just got mad at the reporter and blew up on him" Kylian said with soft eyes

You simply signed to Kylian and looked at him.

" Mon Amour, you didn't need to do that, you know. They all talk Ky, you should know that by now." you said as Kylian frowned.

" You don't deserve the hate or comments you get Mon Amour, I simply just was completely done with the hate and I had to say something" He said as he stared into your eyes.

At that point, you understand how your fiance felt and you weren't mad, you just felt like you didn't deserve him.

He's simply to good for you.

You didn't say anything as you pulled Kylian closer into a gentle kiss as saying 'thank you'.

" I really don't deserve you Ky. I really dont" You said softly

Kylian simply chuckles at your comment

" I think it's the other way around Mon Amour. I think you simply to good for me Amour, I love you so much" Kylian said as he put his lips next to your ear as your body felt weak.

" I love you to Ky" as you smiled at Kylian

Both of you stopped looking at eachother when both of your phones went off like crazy at the same time.

The both of you confused, looking at your phones.

As you looked at your phone the first thing you saw made you smile and chuckle.

"Kylian Mbappe has an outrage against an reporter for the reporter talking bad about his fiance Y/n L/n. What a lovely couple" you said repeating what you were seeing to Kylian as you chuckled.

As you read that Kylian face flushed and looked away from you.

" it was expected sooner or later Ky, the media is fast especially in the sports area" you said as you look at Kylian with a small smile.

" Ky my love don't worry, people have to understand why you did it. I'll even say somthing if I have to Ky"

That got Kylians attention and now he was facing you.

" it's fine Mon Amour, well work past it, the both of us" Kylian said with a smile

That made you knees go weak and you didn't know why but it just did.

" I love you Kylian, I don't think you understand how much I do" you said grinning at Kylian.

" I love you more Y/n"

" that's impossible Kylian"

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Hello my lovlies ik this one is eh but I havnt posted in awhile, but I just hadn't had any ideas or anything 😞 but I'll probably try to post everyday! I hope you lovlies enjoy this short one and I apologize if it isn't the best.💙🤍

[canibeyoungforever]

Hii! Can you write one with Kylian,when you two had a big argument and you leave the house and not come back until the morning and he is worried and stuff. Ofc only if you are comfortable with it.

a/n: thank you so much for your request <33

Kylian Mbappé Imagines: Pretty Woman

The door finally open.

She pass trough the door.

She’s here.

He is on the couch.

He spend the night on the couch.

He didn’t sleep all night thinking of her.

She didn’t sleep all night thinking of him.

She felt unheard and mistread.

He felt powerless and guilty.

She was wanting for his apology.

He wanted to apologize.

She put her stuffs on the floor.

He get up asking her where did she spend the night.

She said she stayed in an hotel.

Some of his worries went away.

She continued like nothing happened.

He asked if they could talk.

She agree.

He felt relieved.

They argued once again.

This time being different.

One of them knew he was wrong.

He apologized giving everything he could.

She didn’t knew if she should believe him once again.

He asked for a second chance.

She gave him a second chance.

They stopped arguing.

Everything was better again.

He wanted to hug her.

She came toward him.

She put her arms around his neck.

He stroked her hair with his hand.

They kissed.

They felt at peace.

He is able to call her his pretty woman for more time but for how much time?

a/n: didn’t really saw many imagines today so had to save the day.PLEASE tell me what you think because it’s pretty different. english is not my first language