#lottin

[jkkyks]

He is in his own world, I love him sm😭.

Lost kookie patotie😭🤏🏼

[detournementsmineurs]

Pierre Lottin et Hélène Vincent dans "Quand Vient l'Automne" de François Ozon, octobre 2024.

[mentalbaddiex]

the hacker ate this so bad

[latin5mamii]

Sometimes - Kylian Mbappè

warnings: none, maybe flirt (?) and google translate french🙏🏻

genre: interviewer!fem!reader x Kylian Mbappè

summary: The interview that you feared the most, seems to he as unpredictable as possible…

author's note: new husband unlocked😝 btw i think Kyky would totally be like this, like the type of man who, when he wants you he makes it unmistakably clear, even to the point of being a little embarrassing sometimes…

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When they told you that you would have to interview Kylian Mbappé, your heart skipped a beat.

"Nothing too difficult," you told yourself, trying to ward off the rising anxiety. "You've done this a hundred times before." But no matter how much you tried to calm yourself, the nerves wouldn't go away. 

Sure, you’re fluent in French, but what if you mispronounced something? What if he couldn’t understand you, and you had to repeat yourself? 

Even worse, what if he was in a bad mood, or worse, simply disinterested? The last thing you wanted was to fumble through a tense or awkward interview. You would have killed for one of the regulars—Vinicius or Rodrygo, maybe—someone you could comfortably chat with. But after tonight’s game, Kylian was the star, and like it or not, the spotlight was yours.

You took a deep breath, gathering your notes as you made your way to the interview area.

As you reached the designated spot, you caught sight of him walking down the corridor. And when your eyes landed on him, your breath hitched. Damn, he was hotter in person.

You took some time to observe his face intently. Droplets of sweat still clinging to his skin, sliding down his sharp jawline, his face slightly tired,and your heartbeat was slightly faster than before.

He must have felt your gaze, because his eyes met yours. For a split second, his expression shifted, surprise flickering in his eyes as if he hadn’t expected to see you watching him so intently. But then, just as quickly, his lips curled into a smile, warm and genuine, that made your pulse race even faster.

You tried to compose yourself, looking as professional as possible, offering him a smile in return as he approached. 

“Bonsoir, Kylian. Félicitations pour le match de ce soir,” you began, hoping your voice didn’t betray the nerves you felt. “Vous avez vraiment dominé sur le terrain. Comment vous sentez-vous après une telle performance?”

("Good evening, Kylian. Congratulations on the match tonight. You really dominated on the field. How do you feel after such a performance?")

Kylian’s smile broadened slightly as he responded, his voice smooth and steady. “Merci beaucoup. Je me sens bien, mais je dois avouer que je suis surpris, et agréablement, je dois dire.”

("Thank you very much. I feel good, but I have to admit I'm surprised, and pleasantly so, I must say.")

You blinked, trying to decipher the meaning behind his words, but he gave you no time to dwell on it. Instead, he continued, his tone laced with a teasing edge. “C’est rare de rencontrer quelqu'un qui m'observe avec autant d'attention. Je me demande ce que tu pensais.”

("It's rare to meet someone who watches me with such attention. I wonder what you were thinking.")

Caught off guard by his candidness, you felt a blush creeping up your cheeks. You quickly composed yourself, trying to steer the conversation back to the interview. “Je pensais à quel point vous avez montré une grande détermination ce soir. Qu'est-ce qui vous a motivé à pousser si fort?”

("I was thinking about how much determination you showed tonight. What motivated you to push so hard?")

Kylian chuckled softly, the sound warm and disarming. His gaze remained locked on yours, and you could feel the intensity of his attention. “La motivation vient de plusieurs choses, mais ce soir… il y avait une énergie particulière dans l'air, quelque chose qui m'a poussé à donner encore plus. Peut-être que c'était la sensation que quelqu'un d'intéressant me regardait.”

("Motivation comes from many things, but tonight… there was a special energy in the air, something that pushed me to give even more. Maybe it was the feeling that someone interesting was watching me.")

You felt your breath catch at his words, the playful glint in his eyes making it clear he wasn’t just talking about the match. Professionalism, you reminded yourself. You had a job to do.

“ Une dernière question, Kylian. Après une telle performance, comment vous préparez-vous pour le prochain match? Y a-t-il quelque chose de spécial que vous faites pour garder cette concentration?”

(" One last question, Kylian. After such a performance, how do you prepare for the next match? Is there anything special you do to maintain that focus?")

Kylian paused for a moment, as if considering your question carefully. Then, with that same playful smile that had started the interview, he leaned in just slightly. “Pour rester concentré… je pense qu'il est important d'avoir quelque chose ou quelqu'un qui vous inspire. Quelque chose à quoi penser quand les choses deviennent difficiles. Peut-être que j'ai trouvé ça ce soir.”

("To stay focused… I think it's important to have something or someone that inspires you. Something to think about when things get tough. Maybe I found that tonight.")

Now your heart was definitely skipping beats, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh or melt. He was definitely flirting, and he was good at it. But you had to keep your composure, right? Even if you were enjoying this more than you’d like to admit.

But before you could respond, he straightened up, the smile still lingering on his lips as he gave you a nod. “Merci pour l'interview. C'était un plaisir.”

("Thank you for the interview. It was a pleasure.")

You managed to smile back, still a bit flustered. “Le plaisir était pour moi, Kylian. Merci pour votre temps.”

("The pleasure was mine, Kylian. Thank you for your time.")

As the interview wrapped up and the cameras stopped rolling, you began to gather your notes, relieved that everything had gone smoothly. But just as you were about to step away, Kylian leaned in slightly, his voice low and teasing.

"On devrait refaire ça un jour, peut-être sans les caméras," he said, his eyes locking with yours.

("We should do that again sometime, maybe without the cameras.")

You felt your heart skip a beat, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned in a bit closer as well, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "Seulement si tu promets d'être aussi charmant la prochaine fois," you replied, meeting his gaze with a spark in your eyes.

("Only if you promise to be just as charming next time.")

Kylian’s smile widened, clearly pleased by your response. "Je peux te le garantir," he said softly, his voice carrying a hint of something more.

("I can guarantee that.")

As he straightened up, he added with a grin,

“Au fait, ton français est parfait. Très impressionnant.” 

("By the way, your French is perfect. Very impressive.")

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[footballfanficwriter]

The getaway

Summary:where the reader and Kylian go on vacation

The excitement of our beachside getaway with Kylian bubbled within me as we boarded the plane. With each passing moment, I found myself growing more eager to escape the bustling streets of Paris and immerse ourselves in the tranquility of the coast.

As we landed in our dreamy destination, the warm embrace of the sun welcomed us, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over me. Our beachfront villa was a picture-perfect paradise, with breathtaking views of the ocean and a private pool just steps from our door.

Kylian and I wasted no time diving into our vacation, savoring every moment together. Our days were filled with adventure and romance, as we explored the charming beach town hand in hand, discovering hidden gems and creating memories that would last a lifetime.

One morning, as we strolled along the shoreline, the sun casting a golden glow over the sand, Kylian reached for my hand, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "I'm so grateful to have you by my side," he said, his voice soft with emotion. "You make every moment special."

I smiled up at him, feeling my heart swell with love. "And I'm grateful for you," I replied, squeezing his hand gently. "You're my rock, Kylian, my anchor in a sea of chaos."

We shared a tender moment, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore providing the perfect backdrop to our conversation. In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the warmth of Kylian's love, I knew that this weekend would be etched in my heart forever.

Throughout our trip, Kylian and I shared countless moments that filled my heart with joy. From building sandcastles on the beach

   "This spread looks amazing," Kylian said, a smile lighting up his face as he surveyed the picnic spread I had prepared.

   "I'm glad you like it," I replied, handing him a juicy slice of watermelon. "There's nothing better than enjoying good food with a view like this."

to indulging in decadent desserts at a beachside cafe, every moment spent with him felt like a fairy tale come to life with the perfect view right in front of us

  "Isn't this incredible?" Kylian exclaimed, his arm around my waist as we watched the sun dip below the horizon.

   "It's breathtaking," I agreed, leaning into his embrace. "I could stay out here forever, just watching the sunset with you."

One afternoon, as we lounged by the pool, Kylian wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. "You know," he said, his voice low and husky, "I could get used to this."

I laughed, leaning back against him, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. "Me too," I replied, turning to press a soft kiss to his lips. "Let's make this our new normal, Kylian, just you and me, soaking up the sun and each other's company."

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the ocean, Kylian took my hand in his, his eyes filled with tenderness and affection. "I'm so grateful for this time together," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You mean the world to me." In the quiet moments, as we watched the sun dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the ocean, Kylian turned to me with a soft smile. "You look absolutely stunning," he said, his eyes filled with admiration.

I felt a blush at his words, a rush of warmth flooding through me. "Thank you," I replied, unable to tear my gaze away from him. "You always know how to make me feel special."

Kylian's smile widened, his hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from my face. "It's easy when you're so beautiful," he said, his voice low and tender.

I leaned into his touch, feeling the gentle rhythm of the waves lulling me into a state of bliss. "You're too kind," I murmured, my heart swelling with affection for this incredible man by my side.

As we sat there, lost in each other's gaze, time seemed to stand still. The only sound was the soft rustle of the palm trees swaying in the breeze, a soothing melody that echoed the rhythm of our hearts.

We stayed like that for a while, lost in our own little world, the worries of the outside fading away as we reveled in the simple joy of being together.

I leaned into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his love surrounding me. "I love you," I whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Forever and always."

In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the warmth of Kylian's love, I knew that this weekend would be etched in my heart forever. And as we stood there, lost in each other's embrace, I couldn't help but feel that our love was just beginning to bloom. Each day spent in Kylian's company felt like a cherished memory, a reminder of the love and joy we shared.

As we returned to our villa, the stars twinkling overhead, Kylian pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me in a warm embrace. "I never want this moment to end," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin.

I buried my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of his cologne and feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. "Me neither," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "I could stay like this forever."

We stood there, lost in each other's arms, the world fading away around us. In that moment, time seemed to stand still, and all that mattered was the love we shared.

As the night stretched on, we talked and laughed, sharing stories and dreams until the early hours of the morning. And as we finally drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, I knew that this weekend would be a memory I would treasure for a lifetime.

The days melted into each other, filled with laughter and love. We indulged in  picnics on the beach, watching the sunset with glasses of champagne in hand. We danced barefoot in the sand, twirling and laughing as the ocean waves provided the perfect soundtrack to our love story.

In the quiet moments, we shared our hopes and dreams for the future, weaving plans for a life filled with adventure and happiness. Kylian's laughter filled the air, and I couldn't help but marvel at how lucky I was to have him by my side.

As our vacation came to an end, I felt a pang of sadness knowing that we would soon return to our busy lives in Paris. But as I looked into Kylian's eyes, I knew that our love would only grow stronger with each passing day, and that no matter where life took us, we would always find our way back to each other.

As we boarded the plane home, hand in hand, I knew that our beachside retreat had been more than just a vacation—it had been a reaffirmation of the vows we had made to each other on our wedding day. And as we soared through the sky, heading back to reality, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the love that filled my heart, forever in love with Kylian Mbappe.

A few months later

"Kylian stop poking my belly"

"But, I just wanna know if it's real"

"It's real babe"

"Are you sure?"

"100%"

"I can't believe this is happening"

"Same"

"Thank you"

"For what?

"For being there for me and being my rock"

I smile at his words

"You're welcome

He kisses my forehead and smiles at me and I mirror his expression

He stops poking my stomach and kisses it instead

"I can't wait for you to come into the world" he whispers

Leaving me smiling

[formulalfc]

Could you please bring a ramble on you being mbapps gf and a young fans asks you to get him to sign something 🫶🫶

You're making your way into training to watch your boyfriend as you'd been away on a trip for the past two weeks and were bored at home waiting for him to come back. you had nearly reached the entrance when you heard a small voice yell out, causing you to turn on your heel. you don't see him for a minute until a waving arm catches your eye, a small boy maybe 10 at a push stands behind the fence with a shirt clutched in his grasp. you smile to yourself and jog over nodding to the boy who begs you to get your boyfriend to sign his shirt, you leave him with a promise of a signed shirt from your boyfriend, making your way inside on a mission. you find kylian by the front desk, his face lighting up as you jump into his arms, laughter erupting from you as he spins you around. he's pressing kisses on your face when he feels the shirt in your hands, a look of confusion crossing his face before you explain your situation to him, already tugging him out of the entrance towards where you told the boy to wait. the boys eyes widened as he saw you dragging his idol towards him, shouting as you got closer. you watch with loving eyes as your boyfriend interacts with the boy, signing his shirt and listening to him as he talks about when he watched him play the other week.

inbox is open send me some ramble requests <3

[mylovekylian]

my sweet, handsome boy. 💕

[pu22ytastelikepepsicola]

kylian <3

[famoussharkhairdoknight]

In the car~Vinicius jr.

Wearning: +18, smut, english is not my first language.

It was a perfect evening, and you and Vinícius had just gotten into the car together with Jude and Kylian, ready to spend a different evening than usual. Kylian was behind the wheel, with Jude next to him, while you and Vinícius sat in the back seat, next to each other. He, with that smile that had won you over from day one, seemed in good spirits as he chatted and laughed with his friends.

After a few minutes, Kylian pulled over, and together with Jude decided to go out for a moment to have a chat. “We'll be right back!” Jude said, closing the door, leaving you and Vinícius alone.

The silence of the night enveloped you, and as soon as the other two disappeared from sight, you felt Vinícius' gaze fall on you. It was a look you knew well: mischievous, amused, and at the same time full of sweetness. He smiled, caressing your face with one hand, and before you could even say anything, he leaned in, leaving you breathless in a deep, passionate kiss.

You felt your cheeks burn as his lips moved delicately over yours, and the outside world disappeared, leaving room for only the two of you in that moment. Vinícius, in that irresistible way of his, would whisper something sweet in your ear, making you laugh softly.

You were continuing to kiss as Vinicius made you straddle his thighs and you moaned feeling Vinicius' erection through his pants.

“So needy” you said jokingly as Vinicius gave you another mischievous look as he started kissing your neck and you moaned as you arched up to give him more room.

He began to move his hands towards your ass as he guided the movements to provide friction there.

“Vin… we can’t do this right now” you moaned and he silenced you with a kiss. “We'll make it quick” Vinicius said as he began to take off your panties and lift up your skirt, then you immediately pulled down his pants and boxers.

He smiled as he grabbed your hips and entered your pussy with a sharp thrust that made you both moan.

“So tight” he growled.Vinícius leaves a trail of wet, sloppy kisses on the side of your neck as his hands were on your ass as he slammed you hard into him making you both moan.

A smile plays on his lips as you moan loudly as you claw at his chest under his shirt.

“so damn pretty” he whispers to himself. Vinicius felt intoxicated by your pussy squeezing his cock tightly, by your moans and by your perfume that smelled of vanilla and coconut.

You began to rock your hips in a more needy rhythm as a loud moan escaped your lips as he pushed his big cock further and further into your pussy.

“Vinicius” you moaned as he started pounding into you harder making you feel stars. Your back arched as his cock hit just the right spot making you both moan louder while Vinicius let out a dry laugh as he thrusted harder and faster into you.

“I love this pussy…my pussy.” He said as he felt your pussy tighten around his cock knowing you were coming and then he changed position putting your ass in the air slamming you faster and you screamed feeling how his cock was penetrating you.

"Vini please... more" you begged as he took your hair and started to fuck you more, fucking your brains out while you no longer understood anything but only moaned from too much pleasure.

“Feels so good baby…you like getting fucked like a fucking slut in a car that isn't even ours, don't you?” He said through gritted teeth as he pushed himself harder into you as you moaned in response

His arm around your waist brings you even closer, making you take all of him in all the way.

"It's deep, right? Yes… you can fucking take it," he said as his hips rocked with more urgency. The hand on your lower abdomen slides down, his finger sliding between your folds before playing with your clit in tight little circles and you moaned loudly as you came screaming his name.

You turned your head as you kissed him and moaned feeling his thrusts and he came inside you as he kissed you with more passion.

When you put your clothes back on you both laughed at how you didn't get caught. Vinicius comes over to give you a sweet kiss and at that moment Jude and Kylian enter.

Kylian looked at you and Vinícius for a moment and spoke. "I hope you didn't mean to have sex in my car"

Jude tried to hold back a laugh as he looked at Vinicius with a knowing look, knowing his friend well.

“Who told you that we haven't already done this” Vinicius said with a serious look while you blushed and were patting his arm but he was faster and shook your hand with his intertwining your fingers.

Kylian shook his head and put on his belt. "You two are incredible" he murmured making Vinícius and Jude laugh while you were turning red and hiding in the crook of your boyfriend's neck and he smiled stroking your back.

[jkkyks]

THREAD : Kylian Mbappe finally being a real madrid player🙂‍↕️🤍.

[detournementsmineurs]

"Quand Vient l'Automne" de François Ozon avec Hélène Vincent, Josiane Balasko, Pierre Lottin, Ludivine Sagnier, le jeune Garlan Erlos et les participations de Sophie Guillemin et de Paul Beaurepaire, octobre 2024.

[mentalbaddiex]

jude & kylian are truly two yappers that have found each other 😭

[battements-d-elle]

©Florence Lottin

[latin5mamii]

no, no, no - Kylian Mbappé

warnings: suggestive but not smut (sorry…)

genre: one night stand

summary:You can’t recall exactly what happened last night, but someone is here to remind you.

author's note: wrote this last night and decided to post for my kyky girlies! Let me know if you like it🤍🐢

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This shouldn’t have happened. Oh no, no, no. What did I just do?

I wake up suddenly, my heart pounding. The room is dimly lit, but I can see enough to know it’s not mine. I take a deep breath, trying to piece together the memories of the night before. My head spins slightly, and that’s when I realize there’s something—no, someone—holding me tightly.

I slowly lower my gaze and see a muscular arm wrapped around my waist. My skin brushes against his, warm and impossibly close. No, no, no. I carefully turn, praying it’s not what I think it is, but of course, fate decides to confirm my worst fears.

I know who’s lying beside me. Did this happen because of too much alcohol? Or maybe because his smile was just too irresistible last night? Fuck my life.

I try to move gently, hoping to slip out from under his arm, but without even opening his eyes, he pulls me closer. No, no, no.

He presses a soft kiss to my shoulder.

"Don’t run away," he murmurs with a mischievous smile, his voice low and husky, sending shivers through my entire body. His warm breath grazes my skin, and I can’t help but shiver as his arm tightens around me.

Kylian moves closer, his lips brushing over my shoulder, then trailing up my neck, sending a wave of heat through me. "You’re not seriously thinking about leaving now, are you?" he teases, but there’s an intensity in his eyes that takes my breath away.

My heart races as I feel his hands exploring my body with a disarming confidence, like he knows every weak spot, every place that drives me crazy. His touch is both gentle and firm, as if he’s fully aware of the power he has over me. I try to resist, to keep my head clear, but every time his lips meet my skin, my willpower melts away.

Every inch of my body seems to respond to his touch, as if it’s been waiting for this moment. His fingers trace a line down my side, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. I close my eyes, trying to regain control, but it’s impossible. Kylian’s lips find the sensitive spot just below my ear, and a soft gasp escapes me before I can stop it.

"You’re trembling," he whispers, his voice filled with that same teasing tone. "I guess that means you don’t really want to leave, do you?"

I want to say something, to push him away, to remind him that this was a mistake. But instead, my body betrays me, arching slightly into his touch. His lips curve into a knowing smile against my skin, and he takes that as an invitation to continue. His kisses become more insistent, trailing down my neck, his hands exploring with a mix of gentleness and urgency that makes my head spin.

"Kylian…" I manage to breathe out his name, but it sounds more like a plea than a protest. He pauses for a moment, pulling back just enough to look at me, his dark eyes searching mine. There’s a spark of mischief in his gaze, but also something deeper, something that makes my heart race even faster.

"What is it?" he asks, his voice softer now, almost tender. "Don’t you want it too?”

He reaches up, gently brushing a strand of hair away from my face, his touch so light it sends a shiver down my spine.

"You don’t have to run," he murmurs, his thumb grazing my cheek. "Not from this. Not from me."

My breath catches in my throat, and I feel a strange mix of emotions swirling inside me. This shouldn’t be happening, and yet, a part of me doesn’t want it to stop. I know I should walk away, but the way he’s looking at me, the way his touch makes me feel, is pulling me back in, making it impossible to think straight.

The memories from last night rush back, clear as day—his touch, those messy, heated kisses, our clothes tossed carelessly around the room. I groan inwardly, my hand flying up to cover my face as embarrassment floods through me.

“Oh, come on,” he laughs softly, his voice light and teasing. “Don’t get all shy on me now. Where’s that bold girl from last night?”

I peek out from behind my hand, my cheeks burning, and catch the mischievous glint in his eyes. He’s grinning at me, clearly enjoying my discomfort, which only makes me blush harder.

“Kylian, seriously,” I mumble, trying to stifle a laugh, but failing miserably.

“What?” He stretches out beside me, casually propping himself up on one elbow. “I mean, it’s not like I didn’t notice you had fun too.” He winks, and I can’t help but roll my eyes, though there’s a smile tugging at my lips.

“I was drunk,” I protest weakly, though I know that’s only half the truth.

“Sure, blame it on the alcohol,” he teases, leaning closer.

“But you and I both know it was more than that. I saw the way you looked at me.”

I can’t deny it, and his knowing smile says he’s already aware of that.

“I knew you wouldn’t run away from me,”

ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★

[tchouameningaviningham]

What I’ve been waiting for 🥹🤍

[psychicreadsgirl]

Can you do a reading on kylian mbappe football (soccer) player?

He's likely to be a target of some threat like someone wants to hurt him due to jealousy/some thinking of betrayal (a pretty radical person wants to hurt him) in the near future. He will have to be careful. I do feel like it's more possible for people around him to be hurt rather than him...

Kylian also likely had to give up some love/romance for this sport. His manager/some coach/higher up told him to do that. Seems like some sort of first love/high school love. He's likely to marry in the future to someone quite attractive but then he doesn't love them as he loves his 1st love. His 1st love will have moved on though and married someone else. Kylian also has flings/casual stuff here and there (even if he is married) and his spouse will be quite irritated so will fight with him about these.

I keep seeing some injury later on where he's holding onto his knee and it's real painful. This is not like a faked . . . thing where some footballers/soccer players will do like act like someone knocked them out and start crying/exaggerating/whining so the ref will give the other side a penalty. This is pretty serious like needs extensive surgery - possible torn ACL. May cause him to go on hiatus for a year or two and then he's going to try to make a big comeback.

He's also going to be very tempted to lose a match or two bc of some pressures from elsewhere like sports betting?? I think he's likely to say no to that, which again can increase his chances of being hurt.

He's also not just a sports person like he's quite smart academically so some people are surprised by his knowledge. He may later do some higher education just because he wants to.

He has a close but sort of tense relationship with his father. His father has always been his mentor and coach in many ways. His father is super strict and part of his success comes from his father's strict practices. Kylian grew up just like practising; you know how some parents just enroll kids in these activities and then they're like ok u go practice and practice - it was like that. I don't think he was super passionate about soccer/football at first but his dad made it so soccer/football was so much in Kylian's life that it became natural for Kylian to keep doing soccer/football and he grew to like it. I think one of his worst fears is disappointing his father or embarrassing him. His dad is pretty like ... tough love ; cares about Kylian a lot but then not the sort to compliment him or encourage him. He would like give Kylian food though to make up or reward him or perhaps like a soccer ball. Not really the super touchy/loving type. I keep hearing someone say it's like a traditional black family and living in a black household - strict upbringing, tough love but deep familial ties..