#mbappe fluff

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Just the Two of Us | KM9

Genre: angst/fluff

Words: 2.7 K

Synopsis: when Kylian misunderstands your worries and you end up having an argument, he tries to make it up to you.

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You look around you. You try taking in the glamour and let it consume you whole like the first hundred times.

You shook your head, feeling so ungrateful for feeling tired. For feeling sick of doing this every weekend because of your boyfriend's career.

There's always a party, an award ceremony, a get together to celebrate one of his many trophies, a game. Just thinking about being in another dress less than a week from where you were sitting sent your head spinning.

"My girlfriend" your boyfriend's warm fingertips caused you to turn quickly and stand up from your table's seat, pulling you out of your thoughts. You plaster on a smile that you recently learned to fake as you shook the guy's hand.

"Happy to meet you" you assured him as you pulled your hand away. Kylian spoke with him some more and you laughed along at a joke he said before he left you both at your table to go meet up with his friends.

Kylian sat next to you, took your hand and couldn't shake off the feeling you were upset. He panicked as he ran through his had, trying to justify your distance. He couldn't find a single thing.

In the car, you stay silent the whole way, unintentionally sending Kylian into an even bigger panic. You were giving him the silent treatment without evening meaning to. You were just too exhausted.

He just chose to admire your face as you both sat in the back seat of the Mercedes the event had booked for you. You notice his fascinated eyes on you, but you couldn't turn to look at him. You didn't want to. You couldn't justify why you were so angry with him. It's not his fault he's amazing at what he does. But you also wished he made some more time for just the two of you.

He opens the door of your shared home for you and you walk in. Just when the door clicks shut behind him and you were almost on your way upstairs, he grabs your hand and turns you around to face him.

You look down at his hand holding yours, feeling his mesmerized eyes on your face. You fear the impending confrontation, but pray that it pays off.

"What's wrong?" He asks quietly. You stroke his hand with your thumb, getting nervous by the second. You muster up the courage.

"I'm tired, Kylian" you admit. He chuckles and looks to his left before carrying you in his arms.

"Well, we're already home" he touches your forehead with his and you touch his face with your fingertips.

"No, like" you sigh and turn your head away from him. He puts you down and frowns, sensing an argument brewing.

"I'm just...Kylian it's like we never have time together anymore" you try clarifying but his frown deepens.

"I don't get it. We literally live together and we just-"

"I know! But we're always together, yet surrounded by too many people and never alone!" You start getting more frustrated and he starts getting defensive.

"Maybe because you're dating a football player?" He raises a brow and you roll your eyes.

"I know. And that's not what I'm complaining about. It's just that I wish you'd make more time for just the two of us" you try quieting down, but Kylian doesn't. He runs a hand over his face, clearly frustrated. You frown, studying his every move as he turned around and away from you.

"What-"

"We didn't fight in ages and now you're trying to stir something up out of-"

"I try to stir?!”

"Nothing! Like, we literally hang out every night. I take you to the best parties, best restaurants, hold your hand like I'm holding the world in front of everyone, y/n!" He starts raising his voice and now you were the one getting frustrated. He kept missing your point and you just didn't want to keep re-explaining yourself to him. You weren't sure if you wanted to talk about it with him to begin with and his reaction made you regret not listening to your doubts.

You felt tears brim your eyes, so you just walked past him and to the stairs. Once you got upstairs and inside your shared bedroom, you slammed the door and threw yourself on the bed, allowing yourself to cry. You couldn't believe you were crying over something like that. But you still were mad that Kylian reacted to your worries by accusing you of just starting drama.

You buried your face in the pillow that smelled just like him and cried harder when you heard the front door slam downstairs and realized he didn't care to follow you to check on you. You couldn't believe how confident he was for acting that way.

Outside, Kylian got into his car and started it. He didn't drive out of your house's driveway immediately, though. He rested his head on the headrest and sighed deeply. He hated fighting with you more than anything. He hated it more than losing a game. He hated it more than he hated his worst enemies. Because he loved you way more than any trophy or anyone.

Finally, Kylian drove off. He didn't where to, but he knew he needed to have some time away from the house to look at your disagreements from a different perspective.

Back home, you got up from the bed and wandered around. You could never get used to the hollowness caused by an argument. You walk around the house as if it were haunted. Something just shifts after a fight and it feels awful every time without fail.

You sigh and sit on the living room couch, staring at whatever was on the TV. You're so lost in thought that you almost miss the phone rings filling the space. You frown at it, realizing it's your best friend calling.

You sigh, rolling your eyes as you pick up. You knew she'd know something is up once she heard your voice and you were not in the mood to talk about that yet.

"Hey!" She cheerfully greets you. You stay silent for a little too long, already wanting to start crying again.

"Y/n?" She calls, sounding somewhat worried at your lack of response. You sigh shakily. She waits.

"Kylian and I had a fight" you finally choke out. She stays silent for a little while longer.

"Oh" is all she lets out finally. You pierce your lips, looking around the living room in an attempt to push back your tears.

"Okay" she follows up, trying to sound cheerful again.

"How about you come over? We can talk and get food. Clear your head, you know" she suggests. You almost immediately reject her offer, but stop yourself to actually think it through.

It did sound nice to spend whatever was left of the night at your best friend's house, talking over some food. You did need a change of atmosphere since the house was becoming more suffocating by the second.

"I'll be there in a bit" you give in.

"Great! See you then!" Your best friend squeals, earning a smile from behind the phone. The first today and you really feel thankful for her.

You get up and wash off all the smeared mascara off your face. You change into a comfortable lounge outfit before grabbing your keys and leaving. You pass by your and your best friend's favorite restaurant to pick up some of your favorite appetizers.

After picking that up, you park outside her apartment building. She welcomes you when you get to her door, pulling you into a tight hug that immediately makes you want to cry again. You hold it in, though, following her into her living room and throwing yourself on its couch.

You sigh and she chuckles softly next to you, studying your features. She understands everything by just looking at your puffy eyes and pink nose.

"It must be pretty bad, huh?" Your best friend asks. You sigh again, rolling your eyes.

"It's just" you start.

"I tried to tell him how we never spend time together alone. He kept missing my point, accusing me of 'starting shit' or whatever" you felt the tears coming back. Your best friend just listened, nodding every few words.

"And it just spiraled and suddenly I'm running upstairs and he's slamming the front door" you sigh. Your best friend pouts at how stressed you were as you recalled the events from a few hours ago.

"Well, I think once you guys calm down and talk it out, he would understand and make it up to you" she sighed, taking a sip of her Coke. You just crossed your arms and rolled your eyes.

You eat your food and talk about all the juicy gossip and before you even knew it, you were laughing so hard that you almost forgot the aching heartbreak from your and your boyfriend's argument. Your friend suddenly jumps up, holding her phone.

"Shit! I forgot about my meeting!" You frown at her, looking at your own phone to check the time.

11:09 pm. You frown up at her as she frantically got up and ran to grab her laptop. You raise a brow, checking the time again as she set up her laptop at the dining table on your left.

"What kind of meeting takes place at 11 pm?" You ask as you walk up to where she was panting, logging into her Microsoft account.

"Long story. But, hey, we need to catch up some other time. No interruptions" she answers quickly and your eyes widen.

"Are you kicking me out!" You gasp in fake horror and she nods. You laugh and walk to the couch to grab your things.

"I'll be back sooner than you ever wish" you narrowed your eyes at her and she gestured for you to keep going sarcastically. You laugh again, shaking your head this time.

"Text me when you get home!" She yells from across the apartment and you hum back before shutting her door behind you.

The quiet night streets force you back to all the negativity you finally were able to momentarily run away from. You try to not think too much about it, but you couldn't. No matter how much you sighed and breathed deeply. The argument kept replaying in your head, Kylian getting more defensive, you feeling so misunderstood and disregarded.

You hated how your eyes filled with tears for what seems to be the millionth time today. You tried keeping it in, but for a second you thought of letting it out. You finally decided not to, though. You didn't want to waste more tears over this.

But seeing Kylian's car parked in the driveway made you almost burst. You didn't want to face him yet. You weren't ready for another argument.

You take the deepest breath yet after parking your car next to his and getting out of it. Your hands shake as you open the front door which was unlocked, further confirming your fears of having to face Kylian.

You walk in and the house is completely dark. You're terrified for a second, but remembering Kylian's car in the driveway gives you some sense of safety. You resist calling his name, choosing dignity over comfort as you walk slowly into your house.

As you reach the living room, you notice candlelight outside the glass doors that lead to the backyard pool. You frown, your heart picking up its pace.

You reluctantly walk to the doors, sliding one open and immediately feel the cool breeze on your shaky limbs. You glance around and notice more and more candles lining the perimeter of the pool. You walk closer until you stand by the edge, mesmerized by all their reflections on the water.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps on the grass behind you. You expected yourself to turn in panic, but you didn't. You knew exactly who those steps belonged to. You loved their owner so much that you've gotten them memorized by heart.

You feel his arms wrap slowly around you from behind. His scent, his warmth. All of it. You wanted all of it. You needed all of it. So much that the thought of possibly living a life without it made you want to sink in the pool ahead of you. Burn in the candles surrounding it.

"The love of my life" he whispers and your heart skips a couple of beats. You hold his wrists that were over your stomach, leaning back into him and closing your eyes.

"I fucked up, my love" he goes on, raising his voice just a little. You fight the smile that wanted to stretch itself on your lips.

You open your eyes as Kylian turns you around to face him. He rests his hands on your waist and you rest yours on his shoulder.

"And?" You give him half a smile and he bites his bottom lip, failing to hold back his smile. You lose composure and giggle at his reaction. He clears his throat and you nod, giving him his que to keep going.

"I should've listened. I should've tried to understand you instead of just blaming you" he says sincerely and you smile slightly at him. He finally looks back in your eyes and you touch his forehead with yours, moving your hands from his shoulders to the sides of his face.

"Thank you" you whisper.

"Don't thank me for how you should be treated" he whispers back, giving you raging butterflies.

You smile and he kisses you softly before carrying you up in his arms. Your laughter fills the candlelit backyard. He walks to the table across the pool and sits you down on one of the two chairs set on either sides of it.

You rest your head on your hand as you watch him jog around the pool to the inside of the house. You smile to yourself, feeling so grateful Kylian made this so easy. But he wasn't planning on just apologizing. You should've known him better.

He comes back, holding a huge bouquet, that you pretended to not see, behind his back. You place a hand over your mouth and stand up.

"This is what I get for making you cry" he sighs, pulling an insanely huge red roses bouquet from behind him. You look at him in awe as you take it in your arms.

You look down at it, realizing something you didn't before. There was an envelope peeking out the middle of the bouquet. You frown and carefully pull it out, glancing at Kylian to see him smiling at you.

You carefully set the bouquet on the table beside you and open the envelope. You pull out two slips of glossy paper, squinting to read what was written on it.

"Kylian!" You scream, realizing that you were holding two plane tickets to your dream destination. You jump excitedly in his arms, wrapping yours around him.

"You didn't!" You look at him and he smiles, admiring your raw happiness.

"Oh, I did. I should've done it way sooner had I known it would make you this happy" he says, still smiling dreamily at your excitement.

After that, when you get in bed, you text your best friend about the night when she asked how everything was going with Kylian.

“Well. I’m still wondering how you believed I had a meeting at 11 pm” she texts and realization hits you hard.

She was in on it too.

“You knew?!” You text back.

“How did you think he had the house to himself to light all those candles and get the flowers and everything?!” She texted back. You laughed to yourself.

You watch as Kylian came out of the bathroom and laid next to you. You don’t say anything. You just take him in, your heart clenching at the sight of him next to you.

You wonder how did you get so lucky? How could you end up with someone like him?

“In love much?” He says casually and you scoff.

“Very” you say, half sarcastically.

“Well, try beating me then. That’s a game I will never lose” he says before kissing your cheek, healing everything that was broken just hours earlier.

[latin5mamii]

competition

warnings: cuteness (my heart literally melt)

genre:fluff; kylianxfem!reader

summary: Kylian can't stand kitten videos anymore, so what's better than actually gifting you one?

author's note: I’m really going to miss seeing our little croissant play for the next three weeks! It’s just so sad and i want to cry. Every time I watch him on the pitch, I find myself literally ADMIRING him , and honestly, it’s starting to worry me about my mental health...

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩

You’ve been dreaming about adopting a kitten for what feels like forever—weeks of obsessively sending Kylian video after video of fluffy kittens, each with the same unspoken message: “I need one.”

He’s honestly not sure how this kitten craze of yours even started. Maybe it was that time you found a kitty on the street and immediately dropped to your knees, practically begging him to take it home with you. He still remembers the way your face fell when you found out the kitten already had an owner. Ever since then, you’ve been on a mission.

It’s gotten kind of relentless. At first, Kylian thought it was cute, how every few hours you’d send him another kitten clip with heart eyes and a not-so-subtle, “Look at this one! Isn’t it adorable?” But now, it’s reached a point where every time his phone dings, he knows it’s another video of a kitten doing something cute, followed by your predictable "I want one so bad."

The man can only take so much.

And for Kylian, saying no to you is basically impossible. He could ignore the hints for a while, but the way you light up whenever the topic of kittens comes up? Yeah, there’s no way he’s letting this one slide much longer.

“Amour,” Kylian’s deep, playful voice echoes through your temporary apartment as he closes the door behind him. You barely glance up from your phone, lost in yet another kitten video that you’ll definitely be sending him in a few minutes.

But his tone catches your attention. There’s something different in it—something secretive.

“Amour,” he repeats, this time a bit more mischievous. “I have a surprise for you.”

That’s all it takes. Your heart skips a beat, and you scramble to your feet, tossing your phone onto the couch without a second thought. You rush down the hallway toward him, excitement bubbling up inside you.

“Kylian, what is it? What’s going on?” you ask breathlessly, practically bouncing on your toes. You’re not great with surprises, mainly because your curiosity knows no bounds, and Kylian knows that all too well.

He grins, clearly enjoying your impatience. “Patience, chérie,” he teases, holding his hands behind his back. “Close your eyes first.”

You let out an exaggerated groan but obey, squeezing your eyes shut. “You know I hate this, right?”

He chuckles, and you can hear him moving closer. “I know. But you’ll love this.”

There’s a moment of silence, and you feel like you’re going to explode from anticipation. Then, just as you’re about to cheat and peek, you hear it—a tiny, delicate meow.

Your eyes snap open before Kylian can even tell you to, and your breath catches in your throat. In his arms, nestled against his chest, is the most adorable, tiny kitten you’ve ever seen. Its fur is a mix of cream and gray, and its big, round blue eyes blink up at you with curiosity.

“Oh my God,” you gasp, your hands flying to your mouth as you stare in disbelief.

Kylian laughs softly, clearly proud of himself as he watches your reaction. “I couldn’t handle the constant kitten videos anymore,” he teases, shifting the tiny bundle of fur in his arms so you can get a better look. “So I figured I’d just… bring you one.”

You’re speechless, your hands trembling as you reach out to take the kitten from him. It’s so small, so delicate, and it lets out the tiniest purr as soon as it’s nestled in your arms, pressing its little head against your chest. 

“I love you,” you murmur, though you’re not entirely sure whether you’re saying it to Kylian or the kitten. Maybe both.

“I know,” he replies, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “But do you love me more than the kitten?”

You giggle, shaking your head as you hold the kitten closer. “Well, the kitten is pretty cute. You’ve got some competition now.”

He feigns offense, raising an eyebrow as if wounded, but the act doesn’t last long. Watching you tenderly cradle the tiny kitten in your lap, gently stroking its soft fur, his heart can’t help but melt.“So… have you thought of a name yet? Or are you just going to call it ‘kitten’ forever?”

You look down at the tiny fluff ball in your lap. A name? You hadn’t even gotten that far in your daydreams.

“Hm, I don’t know… I kind of like ‘kitten,’” you joke, earning a groan from Kylian. “No, seriously! Look at this face. It’s like pure kitten energy.”

“Amour, we are not calling it ‘kitten,’” Kylian says, though he can’t help but smile.

You tap your chin playfully, as if deep in thought, then look up at Kylian with a soft smile. “I think I need to really take my time with this,” you say, your tone serious but with a hint of teasing. “It’s a big decision, and I don’t want to rush it.”

Kylian raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “You’re telling me we need to schedule a whole naming ceremony for this kitten?”

“Obviously,” you reply with a grin, gently stroking the kitten’s fur. “It’s an important choice. I’ll need some time… and maybe a little inspiration.”

Kylian leans in, his voice playful. “Oh? And how do you plan on finding this inspiration, chérie?”

You tilt your head and flash him a warm smile. “By cuddling with my two favorite babies,” you say softly, looking between him and the kitten. “That should give me all the inspiration I need.”

Kylian’s expression softens instantly, his eyes sparkling as he leans in closer, pressing a tender kiss to your temple. “Your two babies, huh?” he murmurs against your skin, his voice low and affectionate.

“Mm-hmm,” you hum, leaning into him as you settle against his chest. “My big baby and my little baby. Both equally important.”As you lean into Kylian’s embrace, you watch the tiny kitten stir slightly before making its way to his stomach. With a delicate hop, it settles right on top of him, curling into a tiny ball, its soft purring almost harmonizing with the rise and fall of Kylian’s breathing.

You can’t help but smile, feeling your heart practically melt at the sight. There’s something about seeing Kylian, this towering, athletic man, with such a delicate creature nestled on his chest that makes the moment even sweeter.

“Oh my God,” you whisper, your voice barely above a breath. “Look at her.”

Kylian glances down at the little fluff ball, a small chuckle escaping him. “She’s already making herself at home,” he says softly, his fingers lightly grazing the kitten’s fur. “Can’t say I blame her, though. I’m pretty comfortable, right?”

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩

[i-care-4u]

[ ✹ ] KYLIAN MBAPPÉ HEADCANONS

PAIR: KYLIAN MBAPPÉ X READER

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED | MASTERLIST

DATING KYLIAN MBAPPÉ INCLUDES…

you felt like you won at life when you began dating THE kylian mbappé

he would take you anywhere (more like you take him anywhere)

on the first date, mbappé took you to the eiffel tower

you’re his good luck charm

before playing on the field, he would give you a kiss

post-game cuddling

he loves listening to your home language

“can you teach me some words afterwards, mon amour?”

when he’s away from home, he would send you flowers with a sweet little message

despite having a car collection, he doesn’t have a license to drive them

instead, they’re basically yours

“how are you going to have a car collection, yet no driver’s license?”

“i guess you can say they’re for you,” mbappé chuckled.

he is your passenger princess

he puts on his playlist while you’re driving

you two bonded over music before dating

sitting besides him while playing piano together

he knows about the piano more than you do, so he helps you improve your piano skills a little more

sneaker shopping

“which ones should i get?” mbappé showed you two pairs of shoes.

“why not both,” you picked, “you’re going to look handsome in them anyway.”

luxury shopping with mbappé

“you don’t have to spend all that on me.”

“you’ll look good in this dior top, trust me.”

he loves seeing you wear his jerseys

he teaches you some football skills

although you were not the best, you at least had fun with mbappé

his smile is your weakness, he was just so beautiful

his younger brother, ethan, is basically your best friend

ethan loves to tell you embarrassing stories about your boyfriend

although there’s pictures of you two together, your relationship with mbappé is private

if people start bothering you, kylian goes protective mode and defends you

you love him for always sticking out for you

[goatlottin]

my winner

in which you surprise your winner after his match. in turn, he surprises you.

genre: fluff

a/n: this is actually so short i really thought i wrote sm more but!! i miss writing so hopefully this brings me back x enjoy!

inspired by rwmsdale

You texted Kylian around 7 to let him know you would probably come by. You unfortunately had piles of work to complete, and couldn't attend his home match today and instead chose to just wait for him until he got home.

You two didn't live together. Yet. Kylian died to have you be here all the time. He always felt happiest with you, and he believes he's the most entitled to absolutely all your spare time you have.

On the other hand, you sometimes enjoyed the quiet space of your home. And still wanted time to thing about it.

As you waited up for him, you had tried to fight the tiredness, but it got difficult and you ended up passing out on the couch. At least you could say you tried!

As predicted, Kylian ended up getting home just after 10.

His smile from ear to ear, his PSG tracksuit and small bag in hand. It was a sight to see. After the win, he thought he would come home to you, celebrate for a bit, then head to bed. To his dismay, you had done that last part without him.

He noticed the disorganized array of books and notebooks lying on the small lamp-side table. Likely your last minute studying you cramped in.

His smile faded as he opened the door to a fast asleep girlfriend that he assumed had been here waiting for him. As he shut the door behind him, you startled awake.

He couldn't pretend he wasn't just the tiniest bit happy about it. He knew he would now have that long awaited bit of time with you.

As you began to sit up, he quickly ushered towards you.

"It's okay baby, stay there." He kicked off his shoes as he placed his belongings on the couch adjacent to the one you resided on, opting for cleaning it tomorrow morning.

He found a position that was comfortable beside you while he placed an arm under your head, urging your head to tilt upwards to him. You both looked into each other's eyes. Him, into your sleep ones, you, to his glassy, brown ones.

You brought your hand up to touch his face. He leaned into your touch, and turned to kiss the inside of your palm. "What a lovely surprise to have the most beautiful girl cuddled up with me right now."

You blushed a rosy tone. You found you always had this rosy blush to you anyways. Given your boyfriend had a way with words that always seemed to turn you into mush.

"Had to be there for my winner." You replied, rubbing your right hand up and down his chest affectionately.

You moved your movements to his face, that was begging to be shaved. His face filled with small stubble.

"Did you enjoy the match?"

"I enjoyed your goal, of course. Fell asleep right after."

He threw his head bad lightly in a fit of laughter, grazing your cheek with the thumb of the hand that still had a grip on your face. "Nice goal though, hmm?"

"I mean, I guess so." You teased

He rolled his eyes, immediately understanding you were playing around "You guess'? What can I do better, coach?" Kylian's nose found his way to your neck, where he left small kisses.

"Well, I think you can try practicing more fre-" you were interrupted by a small love bites just right to your collarbone. "Stop! I can-" he continued his assault of kisses while you giggled.

You wrapped your hands around his neck while he lifted his head to reach your gaze once more.

"Should we order in? You must be hungry." you questioned. "Or shall I cook?" deep down, the two of you knew you were an awful chef. Not only were you terrible, but the food was actually sometimes inedible.

However, sometimes you loved being oblivious. Still offering the service to Kylian.

"Let's not waste ingredients, chérie. I'll grab my phone." Leaving one last kiss on your cheek, he jumped off the couch to locate his phone.

-

After you guys had finished eating, you sat beside each other at the coffee table. It was quiet, but you both sat there enjoying each other’s company, no words needing to be said.

Kylian sat his fork on the plate before stacking both his and yours. “Can I ask you something?” He suddenly turned to you.

“Anything.��� Fixing your posture, you turned to face him.

“Why don’t you move in here?”

The question threw you off guard. You guys did talk about this before. But briefly. Ending on a “maybe when things are more serious” note. But that was almost a year ago. Needless to say, things were definitely more serious.

“I love having you here. You just being here after my match, to greet me, even though you were asleep! It felt so… natural. I want it like that everyday. I’m so in love with you, and I can’t help but feel I need to be with you all the time.

“Your books sprawled out like that? I want that for us. I want this to be a place you call home as well.”

You were in awe at his words. Knowing how passionate he was not just about you moving in but the overall relationship.

You were so, so incredibly lucky to have him.

He took ahold of both your hands once he saw your hesitance. Looking into your eyes with such pleading but proud eyes.

“I don’t know Ky. It’s a big step. Are you sure you always want me around?” You tried to make light of the serious situation by throwing in a joke. You were actually terrified for this step.

“I genuinely do not think that’s possible, hon. Like, at all, ever possible.”

“Okay, but what if you realize I’m too messy? Or what if family are over and I’m being overbearing? And some of the colours in this house are really..”

“Baby,” he interrupted with a breathy laugh. “I would love to have that mess here everyday. You’re part of my family, and you have my utmost permission to change whatever you would like in this house.” He brought one of your knuckles forward to leave it a kiss. “Please,”

You decided that these were just one of those things you knew in your chest. You trusted Kylian with everything in you. And wanted this change, you realized.

You nodded before he fell on top of you into a hug.

[herrera2k]

The Evil Dead

Kylian Mbappe x reader fluff

You were sat in you and Kylian’s shared bed, the lamp on your bedside table emitting a warm glow. Kylian was almost asleep, drinking from a glass of water on his nightstand, whilst you were reading from a book. Suddenly, a soft knock came from your door, followed by a small voice

“Maman, papa?” Almost instinctively, Kylian shot up despite being half asleep, before beginning to look around, his face expressing a slight fear.

“ChouChou? Is everything okay?” He said, looking towards the door to see his daughter cowering behind it.

“Oh Noémie, what happened?” You beckoned her towards you, nervous of a danger lurking in the house, scanning your daughter for any possible cuts or bruises. “Did you fall out of your bed, did you see something?” The little girl shook her head aggressively, and looked towards her parents.

“I had a bad dream,” she choked. You and Kylian let out a small sigh of relief, grateful your daughter’s safety wasn’t in jeopardy, despite still feeling disheartened by the fact she had a nightmare. You softly pat the bed and scooted away to make some room for her to sit in between you in Kylian.

“What was the dream about Chou?” Kylian said as he watched her crawl into the space between him and his wife.

“Well, you and maman and me, we were in a cabin on a holiday, and in the basement, there was this scary book.” You cocked your eyebrow in confusion as she explained the dream, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that you had heard this story before. Kylian on the other hand, began to make a face, a nervous simper.

“What else Chou, what happened in the cabin.” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Well it had weird words, and papa tried to read them, and then, when he did, you got really mad and started hurting him.”

“Oh I did?” You said, your eyebrows furrowed even more, you had connected the dots, this was the plot of Evil Dead, the movie you and Kylian had watched on your first date. You turned to face Kylian, but he was looking away at the ceiling. “…You let her watch Evil Dead?” You softly scolded.

“It was the second one, you know, the less scary one.” He tried to explain.

“What difference does it make? They’re both terrifying! No wonder she’s had a nightmare, you let her watch a horror film!” You had thought this would be common sense. Your daughter looked up at her parents bickering. Trying to avoid a small fight in front of his daughter, Kylian looked down at Noémie and began:

“Noémie, you know the monster in that movie wasn’t real, right?”

“But they looked real, the lady got cut in half and bit the chainsaw hand man.” You slowly looked back up at Kylian, with an expression that said something like: How could you be so stupid?

“Well uh it wasn’t. You know what? How about you just stay in here tonight and you, me, and maman will all go to the zoo tomorrow, with the penguins you like.” He said, in an attempt to bargain with his terrified daughter and pissed wife. The little girl instantly perked up and smiled, looking up to her mother for approval, and only received a simply nod, which was enough for her.

“Thank you maman, thank you papa!” She exclaimed, hugging each of you before plopping down, you still staring daggers at your husband.

“Hey, at least she’ll grow up cultured, you can’t tell me it’s a bad movie.” Kylian tried to calm his wife.

“So is Fight Club, and I haven’t shown her that yet,”

“Well…” Kylian trailed off, your eyebrows lowering and eyes widening. “I’m kidding y/n.” He nervously laughed. “Can you forgive me?” He turned to look at you.

“We’ll see Kylian,” you said, turning over to look into his brown eyes, before turning back to your book with a smirk, hiding a laugh behind your lips.

“I love you y/n, good night.” He kissed your cheek before laying down next to his daughter, grasping her in his strong arms.

“Love you too, even though I’m still mad”

Lmk what y’all think

[wavypotatochips]

hey, can I request kylian's dating a supermodel and she's modeling for savage x fenty so when her pics and videos of the show get posted online, his teammates jokingly mess with him to try to make him jealous but instead kylian just gets all smug bragging about his gf 😏 he's still lowkey jealous tho but only hakimi or ney notice bc of how well they know him 😂

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 | 𝐀 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: YAAAY FINALLY MBAPPE RECOGNITION !!!! Mbappe and NeymarJr deserves more requests !! My babygorls <3 Sorry if this is a bit short, as I wrote this specifically in response to your request rather than constructing a "story-like scenario" because I wasn't sure how to build up to this point. c:

I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ♥

Kylian Mbappe is a young and talented French soccer player who has been making waves in the world of sports for many years now. Recently, he has been in the headlines not just for his skills on the field, but also for his relationship with supermodel, Y/N. When his girlfriend's pictures and videos from the shoot were posted online, his teammates couldn't resist teasing him to try and make him jealous. 

The team is currently unwinding and rehydrating in their locker room after practice, waiting for the team manager to arrive and speak with them as he promised to do later. Sergio Ramos stumbles onto a Savage x Fenty advertisement while relaxing and scrolling through Instagram. He smirks as he realizes that you, Mbappe's girlfriend, are the lady in the picture. Other than Hakimi, you haven't met the team yet because your modeling schedule prevents you from attending his games. Yet, he always shares pictures of the two of you online, so it's clear that he knows you exist. "Watch this," he murmurs, nudging Kimpembe. “Damn Kylian, is this what you'll be seeing when you come home?,” Ramos says while glancing at his phone. Kylian raises his eyebrow in confusion. Ramo flips the phone around so that the other teammates can view in addition to Mbappe. It's a picture of you on a bed wearing red lingerie for the brand. Kimpembe, who was aware of his plan, joined in by saying, "Y/N is fine as ever, why don't you let us meet her?" Verratti throws his arm around Mbappe and pokes his cheek while saying, "It's because he knows I can take her away,"

Mbappe felt a burning anger rise inside him as he listened to his friends hitting on his girl. He could feel their eyes lingering on her body, their words dripping with thinly veiled flirtation. It was enough to make him want to lash out, to tell them to back off and leave her alone. But he knew he couldn't do that. He couldn't let his possessiveness show, not in front of his friends. He had to keep up appearances, had to act like it didn't bother him, even though it did.

As he releases Verratti's arms, Kylian makes a phony laugh, saying, "She has a height restriction, you have to be 5 '10." Verratti, who is barely 5 feet 5 inches tall, playfully pouts and walks away.  The boys laugh as Kimpembe says, "6' 0 is better thought," and daps up Ramos as they are the same height. They were all taken aback by Kylian's response, though. Instead of being unhappy, he grinned from ear to ear and began boasting about how gorgeous and wonderful his girlfriend was. Kylian shakes his head and says, "She's so beautiful right? I can't take my eyes off of her that's why she hasn't come around during the games ," maintaining his phony smile. He tried to focus on other things, to distract himself from the uncomfortable feeling that was building inside him. He laughed at their jokes, made small talk, and tried to act as though everything was normal. But it wasn't. He felt like his friends were trying to stake a claim on something that was his, and that made him feel vulnerable. It was one thing to be jealous of a stranger, but when it was someone he knew, someone he trusted, it cut deep.

Once more, Sergio torments him, "You need to bring her next game so she can meet me. I'll show her what a real man is like."

“Trust me. You can't handle her like I can," he remarks, hinting at something sexual. Despite his smugness, Kylian was still secretly jealous of all the attention his girlfriend was receiving. He didn't like the fact that his teammates were constantly talking about her, but he didn't want to let them know that it bothered him. Only his best friend Hakimi noticed that Kylian was feeling a little lowkey jealous. Hakimi knew Kylian so well that he could see the subtle changes in his friend's behavior. 

Hakimi tries to divert the conversation by saying, "You are so focused on Y/N like you did not get nut-megged and scored on by Neymar during practice."  He did so successfully as everyone started to laugh and point at Ramos, some of the players even walked up to him and slapped his head. Mbappe was aware of Hakimi's actions and mentally praised him. Mbappe didn't want to seem possessive or insecure. He wanted to be the confident, easy-going guy that everyone knows him to be. So he kept his feelings to himself and tried to be the bigger person. He knew that his friends didn't mean any harm, that they were just being friendly and playful. But he couldn't help feeling like they were crossing a line.

You have always loved Mbappe's extreme possessiveness toward you. If you had been in the locker room, you would have been impressed by his ability to control his emotions.

[femme4ngel]

i wanted to hold you ~

𐐪♡𐑂 pure fluff

𐐪♡𐑂 pairing: kylian mbappe x fem reader

its 3 am and your wide awake, starring at the darkness. the moon is huge outside, shining slightly into the room through the huge windows, landing on kylians beautiful face. you wonder how is it possible that the light isn’t waking him up. you adore his face, his smooth skin and cheeks, his perfect lips and eyebrows.

you toss yourself around for a while, then grab your blanket and quietly walk to the window. you look up at the dark sky, the million stars, the huge full moon, the empty parisian streets, the eiffel tower. its all so beautiful and peaceful, your heart is calm. suddenly you hear kylian murmuring, and you turn around seeing him touching your empty spot on the bed. hes half awake with a confused look on his face, his eyes half shut, the blanket tangled around his body. you look at him smiling for a second and then climb back into bed, wrapped up into the blanket.

“ hi baby, im here, i just couldn’t sleep” - you tell him, caressing his face and looking at him with love and adoration. these moments are your favorite. the small, quiet ones with only you and him.

kylian looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, with a kid like expression on his face. he’s sometimes like this, like an angry kid, clingy and desperate for attention.

“ i just woke up to you not being here. i wanted to hold you.” - he says while grabbing your waist softly, holding you closer to him, so your chest is pressed against his.

“ im here”- you say softly, holding his face in your hands, giving him kisses all over his face. he giggles and you can feel him blush even in the dark. you end up snuggling against his chest, the blankets all over eachother, your bodies tangled together. he falls asleep in a second, and you slowly drift off to sleep listening to his breathing.

[jkkyks]

I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him.

[blubffsd]

— HEADCANON!

kylian mbappé x reader

— it's not even necessary to explain it, this man would be THE boyfriend.

— no doubt he raised your expectations higher than you ever imagined.

— the most attentive and affectionate, although not so much in public. he loves his privacy and also wants you to take care of the press.

— although he is always holding your hand, and when i say always it's ALWAYS.

— he has a habit of intertwining his fingers with yours over and over again when he's bored, it helps him relax.

— he makes you a part of each and every one of his achievements, whether it's mentioning you, thanking you publicly, or repeating to you over and over again that if it wasn't for you, he wouldn't have made it.

— he is aware of all the jokes on tiktok and such so they never work on him and it frustrates you.

— so to make it up to you, he has danced a couple of tiktok trends with you, without a doubt that drove his fans crazy.

— you tried to persuade him to dance in a goal celebration but it didn't work, although he did dedicate the goal to you, at least.

— he loves hanging out with you anywhere, from a museum to a skydiving class, anything as long as it's with you.

— neither of you two is very meticulous with special dates or things like that, mostly on Valentine's Day, you are not one to take it as a celebration or something like that, it's just another day.

— he is a true believer that actions are worth more than words, so when he was sure that he loved you, he cared first about showing it to you than telling you.

— going out together more often than before, making plans with you for the future, admiring you in silence and introducing you as his girlfriend to his family were some of the ways he told you "i love you" without saying it.

— like every football player, he has many "rituals" before a game and you are included in one of them.

— once, before an important game, he rushed out of your house and forgot his phone. you went to the game and they won. when you saw kylian you gave him back and he thanked you for being good luck. you didn't understand anything

— but you began to understand when before each game he left his phone in the same place as that day.

— he is very competitive and obviously with you he is not the exception, he wants to beat you in everything. even washing the dishes.

— and if you thought that he would let you win because you are his girlfriend you are wrong, "a contest is a contest" as he said once you got mad because he ironed the clothes faster than you.

— the most important thing is that he loves you excessively and is willing to do anything to see you happy, even if it means having to dance to trending songs just because the prank you wanted to play on him didn't work out.

[mylovekylian]

it’s so hard, mon ange.💕🥺

The screen flickers softly, casting a dim light on Kylian's face. He looks visibly worn, the weight of the distance between him and y/n heavy in his eyes. It is one of those nights again — the kind where the silence is too loud and the distance is a physical thing — 8 months of a few hours between Paris and your/city is wearing you both down.

“My darling?” [y/n] began softly. “What is the matter?”

“There's something on my heart, mon ange," his voice carrying a warmth and palpable sense of melancholy.

Y/n’s expression softened. "I'm here, my love. Please talk to me."

He sighs, his voice thick.

“Every day feels longer without you. It is so hard, mon ange. It is so much harder than I ever thought it could be. You occupy all of my thoughts. I wake up each day with your name on my lips, on my tongue, in my lungs…I keep reaching out for you, but you're not here. I know it’s temporary but I…I need you here with me in Paris. I need to hold you…desperately..,” Kylian’s eyes lock with hers, glistening with longing.

His words linger.

[xlatiwritesx]

Mbappe angst where his family thinks you might be using him but then they see the real you and they feel bad

There for Him | KM9

Genre: fluffy angst (🤨?)

Words: 1.9 K

Synopsis: after his best friend’s funeral, you spend the night at Kylian’s family home to be there for him. Unintentionally, you prove to his family that everything they though of you was false.

A/N: took me a million years, but here you go, anon!! Hope you enjoy it 🥰.

⭐️⭐️⭐️

The rain was hard. As if the sky understood the hurt that was caused by the event you were standing in and was crying with you.

Your eyes never left him. You didn't get too close, though. You knew him too well to get too close too soon.

Someone else you tried to avoid at all costs was his family. Specifically his mother. She never was fond of you. Accusing you of all sorts of things ever since you started dating her son. Calling you a gold digger, someone who only pretended to he in love with her son because of all his fame and money.

But even his mother didn't know Kylian like you did. She didn't know that he loved cooking. She had no idea that dancing under the stars made his eyes sparkle, or that driving was the best way to relieve his stress.

Just like everybody else, she saw him as a guy passionate and extremely talented with football. The brightest star in everyone's world, but no one saw how you were the brightest in his world.

You, Kylian, his brother Eathan, and their parents got in the car to go home. Kylian rode in the passenger seat while his father drove. You, Ethan, and his mother rode in the back. You still kept your eyes on Kylian, not baring to see him this broken.

He was just telling you how important his best friend was to him, just to lose him in a car crash a few weeks later. He wasn't crying, though. He never did. You hated that. You always told him to cry. That it's bad to keep emotions unprocessed. He never listened, though.

Not able to look at his stone face any longer, you looked out the wet car window to the French streets on your way to his family home. Your mind drifted to all the unnecessary drama his mother would stir because of your stay with them for the coming days. You didn't want Kylian to worry about that. You sighed quietly, already earning a glare from her that you managed to ignore.

When his father parked in the drive way, everyone got out of the car and dragged themselves to the front door. The atmosphere was suffocating. You held everything in as much as you could. It was Kylian who lost his best friend after all. You had to be there for him.

While his family walked in, he waited for you, looking back at you from the top of the porch steps with a slightly outstretched hand. You got to him, took his hand, and squeezed it. You glanced in his direction, but he had already looked ahead, guiding you upstairs to his bedroom.

You feel his family's eyes on the two of you as you passed them to the stairs. You didn't care. This wasn't about your relationship or about you. This was about Kylian and his well being. So you just followed him, holding his hand more tightly.

You get to his bedroom and he pushes the door behind the two of you. You stood by it, watching your boyfriend's every move. He sat on his bed, hands intertwined between his spread legs. You watched him closely as you slowly made your way to him. He didn't look at you once and you took it as a sign to keep going.

You finally sat next to him. You didn't say a single thing. You weren't sure if you were even breathing at that point.

"He's gone, y/n" Kylian finally said softly. Your heart shattered into pieces and his eyes flooded.

You uncontrollably pulled him into you, wrapping your arms around his head that he buried into your chest. His sobs slowly got louder and deeper, tearing you into shreds. You quietly held him tight, letting him cry it all out.

Behind the not fully shut door of Kylian's room, his mother stood, watching you hold on to him as he cried into your chest. She never saw his guard this down. She's never seen her own son be this vulnerable with anyone ever. She's never seen anyone hold him the way you did either. Something about the scene softened a part of her cold heart towards you. She started questioning who you really were to him and how you felt towards her son.

A few hours pass and you had managed to convince Kylian to lie down. He rested his head on your lap as you stroked his head to sleep. You allowed yourself to shed a few tears, unable to keep it together anymore.

His mother still watched, checking on the both of you through the slit in the door. Seeing this new scene only made the warmth spread through her heart. However, she quickly walked away when she saw you get up, slowly lifting Kylian's head off your lap to not disturb his sleep. 

You realized that Kylian hadn't eaten anything all day. You headed to the kitchen to make him something for when he wakes up. The bottom floor felt empty, having no one there. You wondered where everybody went, but you didn't give it much thought.

You opened the fridge, assessing the contents to get ideas of what you could make. You quickly looked behind you, though, having heard footsteps. You realize it's Kylian's mother. She had walked into the kitchen and sat on one of the kitchen island stools.

For a second, you stood there, watching her as you waited for her to attack you like she always did. She never wasted a chance to remind you of how she felt towards you. To falsely accuse you of all sorts of things. But when she didn't say anything, you turned back around to open the fridge.

You pulled out some turkey slices to make him a sandwich. You placed the ingredients on the kitchen island, Kylian's mother still watching you from across it. You focused on your task, careful not to trigger your boyfriend's mother who was scrutinizing your every move.

"Making food?" She finally spoke as you spread mayonnaise on one side of the white bread.

"For Kylian. He didn't eat anything since last night" you answered quietly, not looking at her. She still looked at you, though. Your heart picked up its pace, but you still avoided her gaze. You walked to the glasses cabinet, pulled out a glass and filled it with water.

After putting everything on a tray, you walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs. You got to Kylian's room and placed the tray on his bedside table. You sat on the edge of his bed, looking at his sleeping face.

"Y/n?" He stirred. You stroked his face.

"Yes, my love?" You whispered. He opened his eyes, and pulled you closer to him. You lied down next to him and he wrapped his arms tightly around you, kissing the top of your head.

You lied there. You let him hold you for as long as he wanted. You spent the night like that. None of you said anything. It was enough for him that he got to hold you. And it was enough for you that he did.

His mother watched all of it. How calm he was with you around. How he cried in your chest. The food you made for him because he hadn't eaten since the night before. She couldn't deny it anymore. You loved her son. More than she ever thought you could. And not for all the materialistic things that came with dating someone with a career like his.

She was sure of her son's feelings for you, how much you meant to him, because he never cried. She always thought he hated turkey sandwiches, but there he was eating it because you insisted, which also surprised her because ever since he was little, he never ate when he got sad or upset.

She watched you through the slightly opened door. She looked at the way you were looking at him. She wasn't sure if she, herself, ever looked at him like that.

"What are you smiling at?" She heard her husband whisper behind her. He looked at his son laughing for the first time in a week as you brushed bread crumbs from around his mouth.

Later that night, you walked down to the kitchen to fill a jug of water for the night you were spending. You weren't going to leave Kylian on a night like that.

His mother walked into the kitchen and sat on an island stool like she did earlier. You still ignored her presence and were on your way out of the kitchen when she called your name. You shut your eyes for a second before turning around to face her.

"Yes?" You replied cautiously. Even with the way she treated you, she was still Kylian's mother whom he loved and cherished more than anything. It killed you, but you had to respect her through everything she said and done to you. And it was about time she realized that.

You were taken aback by how soft her eyes were as she patted the seat next to her, inviting you to sit next to her at the kitchen island. You hesitated for a second before slowly making your way to the stool, setting the water jug in front of you.

You watched her closely, anticipating her next move. She just stared at her hands, though, sighing deeply before she turned to look at you.

"I owe you an apology" she broke the deafening silence. She shocked you so hard you almost fell out of your stool. You tried controlling you expressions, but you clearly failed because she quickly elaborated.

"I, I don't know how to start, honestly" she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. You just sat there in utter shock.

"Let's just say you've been absolutely supportive and I can tell that you've been an intangible source of comfort to Kylian ever since his best friend's passing" she went on. You pierced your lips and nodded once, looking at your hands in your lap. Silence took over for a few seconds before she kept going.

"I can tell he loves you a lot and..." she trailed off and you looked back at her.

"I'm actually really grateful to have someone like you in his life, given his career and all that comes with it, and especially during a hard time like this" she confessed and you couldn't help but tear up a little.

You smiled slightly at her and she did the same. You both stayed like that for a little while before she opened her arms. You laughed lightly and jumped off your stool to wrap your arms around her. She hugged you back tighter and you took it all in.

When you pulled away, you looked to your right and saw Kylian at the bottom of the stairs, smiling a little at the scene.

"You can't love her more than I already do, mom" he frowned, walking to you and pulling you to him. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head.

"You don't have to say it. The way you look at her says it all, Kylian" his mother replied, smiling at the both of you.

[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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[fanficgirlysmhh]

Title: under pressure

Pairing: kylian mbappe x you (reader!)

Warnings: anger/ fighting / fluff

Word count: 2068

The tension between you and Kylian had been growing for days, each argument, each misunderstanding piling up like bricks in a wall between you two. You’d always understood his relentless drive to be the best. It was part of what made you love him—his passion, his focus, his determination to push himself beyond limits. But lately, something had shifted. The pressure was getting to him, and now it felt like you were the problem.

He came home that night, barely acknowledging you as he dropped his bag on the floor with a loud thud. His face was hard, his jaw clenched, and his eyes looked distant, like he was bracing for a fight.

You were seated at the kitchen table, scrolling through your phone, waiting for him like you always did. But something in the air felt heavier than usual. He didn’t kiss your cheek, didn’t ask how your day was, just stalked into the kitchen, his whole body radiating frustration.

“Kylian, what’s wrong?” you asked, trying to keep your voice calm, though the tension was already knotting in your stomach.

He let out a sharp breath, gripping the counter as if he was trying to hold something back. “I can’t do this anymore,” he muttered, his voice low but edged with anger.

You froze. “Do what?”

“This,” he snapped, turning to face you with blazing eyes. “You. Us. I can’t focus on anything else because of you, and I need to focus right now.”

The words were a slap to the face. “Because of me? You’re blaming me for… what? For being here for you?”

Kylian scoffed, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe you didn’t understand. “You’re always here. You always need something, and I don’t have the time or energy for it right now. I have the biggest match of the season coming up, and I can’t even think straight.”

The accusation stung, cutting deeper than you could have imagined. “I’m a distraction? That’s what I am to you now?”

His eyes flickered with frustration, his voice rising. “Yes! You’re a distraction. I can’t focus when you’re constantly around, needing attention, when all I should be thinking about is the game.”

Your heart sank. You’d always supported him, always tried to be his safe place when the world’s pressure became too much, but now it felt like you were the very thing pulling him down. The hurt made your throat tighten, and you clenched your fists to stop yourself from breaking in front of him.

“Then what do you want from me, Kylian? Should I just disappear for a while? Would that help you focus?” You were almost shaking with anger now, unable to understand how he could throw this on you.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I think… I think you should sleep in the guest room until after the match. I need space.

The guest room. The coldness of his request made your chest tighten, the hurt turning into something sharper, more bitter. You blinked, staring at him in disbelief, waiting for him to take it back, but he didn’t. He stood there, arms crossed, waiting for you to agree.

But you weren’t going to. Not this time.

“Fine,” you said, grabbing your coat and bag from the chair, your voice trembling with anger. “You want space? I’ll give you space. I’ll leave.”

Kylian’s eyes widened, and for a moment, you saw a flash of regret in them, but he didn’t say a word to stop you. He just watched as you stormed out, slamming the door behind you.

The moment you arrived at the hotel, your chest was still tight with a mix of anger and sadness, the argument replaying in your mind. You booked the most expensive suite available, using his card without hesitation. It was a petty act of revenge, but it gave you some small sense of control.

The lobby was grand, with marble floors and sparkling chandeliers, but none of it registered. You checked in with robotic motions, hardly noticing the staff’s polite smiles and welcoming gestures. When you reached your room, you finally looked around, taking in the sprawling space. The suite was enormous, with panoramic views of Paris, a king-sized bed that looked like a cloud, and a bathroom that felt more like a spa.

But none of it could distract you from the ache in your chest.

You tossed your bag onto the bed and sank into one of the oversized armchairs by the window. The city lights glittered below, but all you could think about was Kylian—his words, his anger, the coldness in his voice.

Your phone buzzed, and for a moment, you debated ignoring it. But when you saw Kylian’s name on the screen, you couldn’t help but open the message.

Kylian: Where are you?

You stared at the screen for a long time, your emotions swirling in a chaotic mix of anger, hurt, and something you didn’t want to name—hope, maybe.

Instead of pouring your heart out, you simply typed the address of the hotel and hit send. No explanation. No extra words. Just the cold, hard facts.

His reply never came.

The next morning, you woke up with a determination to not let the day be ruined by him. If Kylian wanted space, you’d give it to him—and you’d enjoy it. You booked a full spa day, using his money, and decided to focus on yourself for once. You deserved it.

At the spa, the tension in your shoulders finally started to melt away. The warm water, the soft music, and the scent of lavender all worked their magic, pulling you into a state of relaxation you hadn’t felt in weeks. You let the masseuse work on the knots in your back, the stress slowly seeping out of you with every stroke of her hands.

For the first time in what felt like forever, you weren’t thinking about Kylian. You weren’t wondering what he was doing, if he’d messaged you again, or how his game would go. You were simply existing, focusing on yourself.

When the match time came, you didn’t even bother turning on the TV. You weren’t going to watch it—not after everything that had happened. You spent the evening with a glass of wine in hand, lounging in the spa’s rooftop lounge, looking out over the city as the sun dipped below the skyline.

The match didn’t matter to you anymore. If Kylian wanted to blame you for his struggles, fine. You were done carrying that burden.

Later that night, back in your room, you were getting ready for bed when your phone buzzed again. You looked at it, half-expecting some sort of apology from Kylian, but what you saw made your chest tighten.

Kylian: I lost.

You stared at the message, unsure how to respond. Part of you wanted to ask if he was okay, to comfort him the way you always had. But the other part of you—the part that was still hurt—wasn’t ready to forgive him so easily.

A second message came in almost immediately after.

Kylian: I lost you too. And that’s worse.

You felt your heart clench. His words hit you hard, the vulnerability in them making your anger waver. For the first time since you’d left, you could sense the regret in him.

He followed up with another text, his words softer now.

Kylian: Where are you? I’m sorry.

You hesitated, your fingers hovering over the screen as you weighed your options. It would be so easy to shut him out, to let him stew in his regret. But deep down, you knew that wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted to fix this—to fix you two.

With a sigh, you typed your room number and hit send.

Kylian knocked on the door about an hour later. You opened it to find him standing there, still in his tracksuit from the match, looking utterly defeated. His eyes met yours, and for the first time in days, they weren’t filled with anger. Instead, they were filled with regret, with an apology he couldn’t quite put into words.

“I lost,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I know,” you replied softly, not moving from the door.

He took a step closer, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for you, but hesitated, unsure if you’d let him. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I shouldn’t have pushed you away. I thought… I thought if I could just focus on the game, everything would be okay. But I lost everything when I pushed you away.”

You bit your lip, tears threatening to spill over as you looked up at him. “You hurt me, Kylian.”

“I know,” he breathed, stepping closer and cupping your face gently with his hands. “I’ll never do it again. I promise.”

His words hung in the air between you, and before you could stop yourself, you closed the distance, pressing your lips against his. The kiss was slow, tender, filled with all the things you couldn’t say. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer, as if he needed to feel you, to make sure you were really there.

When you pulled away, you were both breathless, foreheads pressed together as the silence between you softened.

“Stay with me tonight,” he whispered.

You nodded, taking his hand and pulling him inside the luxurious suite. For the first time since you’d left, you felt a sense of calm wash over you as you led him through

[goatlottin]

favourite girls

In which you bring your 4 year old daughter to her first football match

genre: fluff

pairing: kylian mbappé x reader

a/n: HIM WITH KIDS ITS JUST. Im in awe everytime hes in a 10ft radius of one. Also i kinda hate this but 💔 i’ve had no ideas lately

The game had just concluded. 3-1 win to PSG with a Kylian brace and he got man of the match. You were so happy for him and couldn’t wait to celebrate alongside him. if you would be able to reach him, that is.

You had made the mistake of bringing your daughter, Ella, with you. Though you knew you had regretted it the second you both left the house.

She was talking throughout the entire match. Asking questions she probably knew the answer to, just so that she can blabber on.

She was undoubtly a daddy’s girl. Despite you finding it adorable, you sometimes found it terribly annoying how much she would hog him. Today, as an example.

He had barely come off the pitch, but she was dragging your hand towards him, just short of yanking off your whole arm. She was so radiant, her father's name and number glistening on her back so proudly. Her tiny pigtails flowing with the wind, the security allowed you both onto the field as soon as he recognized you.

As soon as she was somewhat in his distance, she had let go of your hand completely in order to catch up with him.

It was so beautiful, you had to admit. As he heard her small calls of “dada, dada!” while she tried her very best to catch up with him. He turned his head and his eyes literally lit up. He smiled in awe as she continued her run, crouching down when she was just in reach, and scooping her up. They shared a smile with each other before he threw her up in the air a couple times. her laughs, small, yet filling the stadium.

He then kissed her forehead, before aiming his attention to you only a few steps behind her. She wrapped her hand around his neck securely. He walked towards you in long strides before smiling down at you, then interlocking his lips with yours. A small kiss that put you all in this small little world that made you forget there was even another part of it.

Until Ella interrupted by forcing your forehead back. “My daddy.” She whined as she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck. She grumpily forced her face away from you. He only laughed and looked at her as he touched her nose. You, on the other hand, weren’t really laughing. Were you jealous of a 4 year old? Well.. it was more complex than that. This was about him defending you, at least that’s what you tried to tell yourself.

“You’re just gonna laugh?” You tilted your head with your arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed. He paused his tickling session, that must’ve began as you went into thought, to look at you.

“What was that, baby?”

You rolled your eyes as you scoffed lightly. “You’ve barely given me any attention since we got here!” You complained passionately.

He tilted his head, wondering whether you were being serious or playing a game with him. He turned to your daughter, still in his arms, one leg on either side of his hips. “Is Mommy joking? She can’t possibly be jealous of you, huh?” He rubbed noses with her as she exclaimed small giggles, twisting her face in laughter.

You got annoyed by his mocking tone, him knowing you were dead serious. “Kylian!”

“Hon, you have to be kidding. She’s four!” He pointed out.

Though he was right, you couldn’t help but feel insecure. Throughout your pregnancy, you often felt inferior when he would come home and skip the questions about you. Rather, ask things such as “how’s the baby?” “the little one still kicking?” It drove you crazy sometimes, weirdly enough.

Kylian could see you train of thought ponder off. You snapped back into where you were, at the stadium, to watch as he carefully set you daughter down, leaving her with a final kiss to her cheek.

He crouched down to her level, before pulling some of her hair behind her ear. “Go find uncle Dembele, sweets.”

She ran off in a hurry to find her father’s friend. His height reappeared as he gained his stance from his position on the ground.

He looked down into your eyes, grabbing both sides of your face. You decided to play stubbornly. Opting for turning your face to the side. He smirked slightly, giving the slightest force to bring you back to the two of you.

“Since I have to make it know, you’re my number one girl, hmm? Do I need to spell it out each word for you?” As with Ella, he put a few strands of loose hair behind your ear. The winds dismay.

You pouted, loving the attention that was currently on you.

“You know that right?” He asked for the final piece of assurance.

You nodded into him, putting your hands into your pocket before going on your tippy toes to reach his face. “I know that.”

He smiled before leaning into the kiss.

“Don’t tell Ella about what I said though. Don’t need another one of my girls’ mad at me.”

[mbappeward]

kylian mbappe imagine - you are sick and he takes care of you

𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

enjoy!!!

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Sinking to your knees weakly, you reach out to flush the toilet. You groan as you feel your stomach churn again—throwing up was absolutely your least favorite thing to do. You hated it. You would do literally anything to avoid throwing up. And yet here you were, 4am in the morning, hunched over the toilet and doing the thing you hated most in the world. 

You hear the bathroom door open just as your stomach heaves again and you lean over the bowl, tears stinging your eyes. You felt really bad for waking him up since he has training early tomorrow.

    “Oh, babygirl,” Kylian says softly, and you feel him pull your hair back from your face. Holding it in a messy ponytail in one hand, he rubs your back with the other. “It’s okay, you’re okay…”

    As soon as you can, you straighten, flushing away the mess again. You reach up to wipe at your eyes and do a quick systems check; deciding you were okay for just a moment longer, you start to get to your feet. 

 “Easy love,” he says, releasing your hair to wrap his arm around your waist in support. “You ok?”

  “Need to rinse my mouth,” you mutter, heading for the sink. 

  He helps you get there and once again holds your hair back while you swish a mouthful of water, trying to rid yourself of the reminder. “How long have you been up?” he asks, one arm wrapped tight around your waist to keep you upright. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

   You laugh bitterly and spit the water out. “Didn’t really have time to do anything but get to the toilet, and you have training in like 8 hours” you say tiredly, "I wanted to let you sleep, and I’m sure the first thing you want to do is join me while I’m throwing up everything in my stomach.” Straightening, you turn to face him, trying to put on a smile. 

 He frowns, reaching out to gently push your hair away from your pale face. “What did you eat? Do you think it’s food poisoning?”

  You shrug, but soon the sharp cramps in your stomach guide you to your answer. “Maybe. …Are you feeling okay?”

  “Yes. Oh, babygirl, I’m so sorry.” He leans down to kiss your sweaty forehead. “Do you want to go back to bed?”

    You hesitate for a moment, trying to decipher how you’re feeling: though your stomach hurts, you don’t seem to be in immediate danger of throwing up again. “Yeah. You should get back to sleep, babe, you’ve got training tomorrow.”

    “I don’t care about training now,” he says immediately. “I’m just worried about you.”

    “It’s okay. I’ll get over it…” you reassure him, turning away to head back to the bedroom, but before you can take two steps, he scoops you into his arms. “Kylian, what are y–?”

    He cradles you against him, easily carrying you back to the bed and setting you down softly. “Just relax,” he says, leaning over to kiss your forehead again. You see his concerned expression just briefly before he forces a cheerful smile. “I’m going to go get a bottle of soda,” he explains. “I think that will help settle your stomach. I’ll be right back!”

    While he’s gone, you lean back in bed, settling gingerly against the pillows and resisting the urge to groan at how much your stomach just hurts. Reaching for your phone, you type a short email to your CEO, explaining that you wouldn’t be in the meeting the next day, then set your phone aside. It’s too close to midterms for this…

   Kylian appears just then, carrying a bottle of cola, a bottle of water, and a bottle of sports drink with him. “What’s wrong?” he asks immediately, frowning at the obvious pain on your face.

    “It just hurts,” you say, rolling onto your side and curling into a ball. 

    He sits on the edge of the bed, his distress apparent. “What can I do?” Setting the three bottles on the nightstand, he grabs at the sweatshirt fabric at your hip. “Do we need to go to the hospital?”

    Both arms still wrapped across your stomach, you manage a reassuring smile. “No.”

    “But—”

    “If it’s still this bad tomorrow, then maybe we can go,” you interrupt him, reaching out to put your hand on his leg. “But right now I just want to…”

    “Rest,” he finishes for you. Reaching out, he softly strokes your face. “Okay, babygirl, okay. Here.” He grabs the bottle of cola and opens it carefully. “Try a sip of this.”

    With his help, you manage to get up and sip a few swallows of soda. “Thanks.” You smile at him weakly. “Hopefully this will kill whatever I’ve got.”

    He sits back a little, pouting at you “Yeah…” 

    “Hey.” You wait for him to look back at you. “I’m all right. Come lie down, go back to sleep.”

    As soon as he meets your eye, his cheerful positivity is back. “All right, all right, just a second. First, is there anything I can get for you? Something that will make you more comfortable?” When you shake your head, he frowns slightly. “Are you sure?”

    You nod, grimacing slightly as your stomach cramps again. “I just…just gotta get through the worst of it.”

    He’s definitely not happy about it, but he accepts what you want. Leaning down, he spreads a few soft kisses across your forehead and temple. “You will. I’m right here, okay?” Standing up, he fixes the blanket over your feet. “I think it’s a good sign that—”

    Before he can finish, you kick the blanket off and roll off the bed, stumbling for the bathroom once again. You don’t even bother to turn on the light, heading straight for the toilet in the dark. As you make it to your target, the lights suddenly burst to life, and in seconds you feel Kylian gathering your hair again. This time he doesn’t say much: he simply holds your hair back and keeps a careful grip on your waist. 

    You’re left exhausted, and when you move to sit on the floor to rest for just a second, he moves with you. Instead of collapsing against the toilet seat, you’re pulled into his arms, where he does his best to keep you off the cold tile floor while you recover. 

    Pressing his lips to the side of your head, he murmurs, “breathe in and out slowly baby.”

    You’re too worn out to do anything but nod slightly. With how hard you always fought not to throw up, you forgot how much it takes out of you. 

    He kisses your temple again. “Ready to rinse your mouth?”

   You agree, but before you can even move, he’s getting to his feet with you still cradled in his arms. He carries you over to the sink and sets you gently on the counter, turning on the faucet to a comfortable temperature. While he waits for you to swish the water around your mouth, he’s constantly touching you, squeezing your knee or rubbing your back or tucking your hair behind your ear, little gestures that betray how worried he is. 

    When you finally feel a little refreshed, you lean back against the mirror tiredly. “I hate this” you say flatly. 

    This causes the corner of his mouth to tilt up just slightly. “I know, love” he commiserates, grabbing your hand and pressing your knuckles against his lips briefly. 

  You open your eyes to study him. “I can’t believe you’re even able to be around me right now,” you say. “This is pretty disgusting. I’m pretty disgusting.”

    Clucking his tongue, he tucks your hair behind your ear again. “You’re pretty,” he corrects, then grows more serious: “And very sick.”

    “I really hope it’s not a stomach flu. You probably should stay away from me, just in case.”

    “No chance. I’ll be fine. What can I do for you?”

    “Kylian.”

    “Do you want to go lie down again? Or…?” A tiny bit of his concern bleeds through. “Do you want to stay here?”

    You study him again. He was so protective of you—so overprotective at times—that you could easily see how he was spinning this from a simple case of stomach flu or food poisoning into something much, much worse. For all of his pretending, he was a worrier—just like you. Smiling faintly, you reach for his hand again. “I think I’m going to sit here for just a second longer. Just…just to be sure. You can go lie down again, if you need to?”

    Squeezing your hand, he eases himself on the counter next to you somewhat defiantly. 

    Knowing that you wouldn’t be able to change his mind, you sigh, but can’t deny how much you like having him near you. You lean back against the mirror, letting your thoughts drift while you wait to see what your stomach is thinking. “I hate how weak it makes me feel,” you admit.

    “You are strong,” he defends. “Throwing up is really hard on the body. You’re allowed to feel a little exhausted and ‘weak’.”

     You nod. There’s a pause, then: “…I bet it was that macaroni I ate in the restaurant.” Your stomach gurgles at the mere mention of the food. 

 Your stomach lurches suddenly and you lean forward, he sits forward with you, his expression concerned. After a moment of nothing, you sit back. “I’m okay. False alarm.”

    Nodding, he continues his forward motion, disappearing from the bathroom for just a second. When he returns, he has the bottle of yellow sports drink with him. “We need to keep your electrolytes up,” he explains, handing it to you. “Keep you hydrated.” He notices your glum expression. “I know you don’t like the yellow kind, but we don’t have anything else. I’ll go out in a few hours and get you more.”

    “No, I—” You shake your head and reach for the bottle. “You definitely don’t have to do that. The yellow is just fine. I just…I don’t want to drink anything right now, you know?”

    He caresses the side of your face. “Yeah, I know. But still—”

    “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you agree, guzzling some of the drink and showing your own slightly petty side. When you finish, you realize how much you want to lie down. “I think I’m ready to go back to bed. My stomach’s pretty calm for right now.”

    He nods and immediately moves to scoop you into his arms again.

    “Why ar—?”

    “This,” he says, holding your arms around his neck carefully, “is non-debatable '' Looking into your face, he smiles slightly. “Come on, just let me take care of my baby girl, ok? I can’t make you magically stop throwing up, but I can do this.”

    You give in easily, hating to admit how much you liked being babied by him but comforting yourself with the fact that it also helped soothe his own nerves. He sets you down just as carefully as before, kisses your cheek, and then crawls on the bed next to you. You try to find a position that doesn’t aggravate you more while he gingerly reaches over you to turn off your bedside lamp, then reaches for his phone. After a second, the quirky intro of one of your favorite calm song plays and he leans back against the headboard next to you. He smooths a strand of your hair back, then shifts to gently stroking your face, absently tracing your eyebrows as the sound fills the room.

Kylian looks over at you and sees you are still awake. He leans over to kiss your forehead. “Go to sleep, baby girl. Just relax as much as you can. I’m right here.”

    “I know, Kylian,” you agree, relieved to feel the cramps in your stomach ease up enough that you can feel sleep pulling at you. “Thank you.”

40 minutes later, you’re woken by the familiar, unpleasant feeling in your stomach. You bolt upright, swinging your feet out of the bed in a hurry; you’re so focused on getting to the bathroom, you don’t even notice the way Kylian wakes in an absolute panic.

    As you kneel in front of the stupid toilet yet again, you miserably realize that this was going to be one of those elongated moments, where your body was going to drag out the inevitable for as long as possible. Groaning, you close your eyes and wish for it to be over.

    “It’s all right, babygirl,” you hear his soft, exhausted voice behind you. You suddenly start crying “I’m so sorry, i didn't let you sleep” While you’re waiting, he starts braiding your hair; it’s messy, but the style keeps your hair out of your face well enough. He massages the small of your back.

    You go to shake your head, but feel your stomach lurch at that exact moment, and any comment you had in mind evaporates immediately. When you’re done, he carries you back to the sink, waiting patiently for you to rinse out your mouth before carrying you back to bed. He makes you drink more of the sports drink, he leared this because his mom used to give him sports drink when he was younger, then tucks you back in. 

    This time, you cuddle against him, needing his comfort more than your space. “I hate this,” you complain to the darkness.

    He hugs you closer. “I know.” Then, “….Do you want to go to the hospital?”

   You sigh. “No. It just sucks, that’s all.”

   Kissing the top of your head, he murmurs an agreement. 

When your eyes open again, you look first at the clock: 8:36am. Your gaze automatically goes to the man next to you, who’s slowly waking up at your movement. 

    “Kylian?? wake up—training?” you say worriedly, trying to blink the exhaustion out of your eyes. “What— oh”

    He shakes his head, sitting up partially. “Don’t worry. Are you okay?” He’s instinctively getting ready to guide you to the bathroom once again. 

    “I’m not going to throw up right now,” you answer. “Do you know what time it is?” You say shocked because he never misses training.

    He glances at the clock. “Not time for you to be awake yet,” he answers mildly. “You haven’t had enough sleep, not even close.” Seeing your concern, he fixes a strand of your hair. “I’m taking the day off. I already messaged the staff about this. Don’t worry, babygirl. How are you feeling?”

    You take a moment to consider his question. Though you were feeling a little better, your stomach still felt sick and every muscle in your body was exhausted. “I’m….a little better,” you try to answer truthfully and hopefully. 

    “Really?” he asks intently, searching your face for the truth. 

    “Yeah. I’m just…worn out. Not even just tired, but….you know, worn out.”

    He nods and starts to climb out of bed. “I know.”

    “Wh—where are you going?” you frown, struggling to sit up a little. 

    He tiredly pulls on a sweatshirt and looks for a hat. “The convenience store. You need more sports drinks.”

    “Kylian…”

    “Shh.” He stands up but you grab his hand.

    You exhale softly. “I know you’re exhausted. Just come sleep a little longer, I don’t need anything more right this second.”

    He kisses your forehead “I’ll be back as soon as i can. Call me if you need anything, ok?” Before he leaves, he turns on the TV, knowing how much you hate complete silence. Pressing his hand to his mouth, he gives you a small flying kiss and leaves.

   While you are watching a movie, you hear Kylian open the front door. When he appears in the doorway to the bedroom, he’s carrying a plastic bag filled with sports drinks and sweets & snacks. Pulling his mask off, he gives you a smile. “How are you?”

    “Still the same.” You paw through the plastic bag. 

    “Did you infer that I was dying or something?”

    He looks up quickly, and you can see from his expression that he’s guilty. “No! Well, I…not dying, definitely not, but…You were so sick last night, babygirl, you had me really worried.”

    You smile fondly, your exasperation fading. “You took really good care of me, babe,” you say. “Thank you.”

    Setting the bag on the foot of the bed, he sits next to you, leaning over to kiss your forehead for a long time. “I’m sorry you don’t feel well. We’ll get you through this.” He reaches for the bag with one hand, his eyes never leaving your face. “I got all the non-yellow sports drinks I could find!”

    This makes you laugh. “Then I’ll be better in no time!”

    He strokes the side of your face tenderly. “I hope so, baby girl. But I’m here until then.”

   He joins you under the blanket and you guys cuddle the day while watching romantic/movies.

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Could you maybe write an imagine with a reader being smart but shy and working in business or finance. Anyways she is in an established relationship with Kylian and doesn't fit in with a lot of the other influencer WAGs. She's a little uncomfortable at first, but slowly tries to changer herself, because she wants to be better for Kylian, but he notices and doesn't like the changes and comforts her about it. It's angst and fluff.

I totally get if it's too specific, you can change whatever. Thank You!!

𝐈 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 | 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

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𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Thank you so much for requesting!! Of course I can do that for you :)! And so sorry for the long wait, college had ya girl in a chokehold lol. I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN, currently covered in college work so as of now uploads MIGHT mainly be on weekends. Thank you for your patience c’: ♥

As a highly accomplished and respected businesswoman in the finance industry, you have a commanding presence and a track record of achieving outstanding results. Your unwavering confidence in your abilities, combined with your extensive knowledge and experience, has made you a true powerhouse in the workplace. Your remarkable success is reflected in the level of compensation you receive, which is a testament to your exceptional skills and expertise. You have worked tirelessly to establish your reputation as a leader in your field, and you have never shied away from taking bold risks and making difficult decisions to drive your business forward. Your unwavering commitment to excellence, coupled with your ability to inspire and motivate others, has earned you the admiration and respect of your peers and colleagues. You are a true trailblazer, blazing a path for other women to follow and proving that anything is possible with hard work, dedication, and a little bit of grit.

However, your personal life is a different story. 

Although you exude confidence in your professional role, you are naturally introverted and reserved. You've always struggled with socializing and making friends, which has made dating difficult. That is, until you met Kylian Mbappe, a famous futebol player known for his speed and agility on the field. You and Kylian hit it off immediately and soon became inseparable. However, being in a relationship with a celebrity comes with its own challenges, and you find yourself feeling uncomfortable around some of the other influencer WAGs (Wives and Girlfriends). You felt like you didn't fit in with their flashy personalities and extravagant lifestyles, and worried that Kylian might be embarrassed by your shyness.

 Many of these women are outgoing and extroverted, always vying for attention and trying to one-up each other. They were always dressed in the latest designer fashion and wore expensive jewelry. You, on the other hand, were more comfortable in simple outfits and preferred to spend your money on experiences rather than material possessions. You couldn't help but feel self-conscious around them. 

One day you progressively began attempting to alter yourself in order to better blend in with them. You started wearing more designer clothes and going to more events and even started buying more expensive jewelry to match the other WAGs' looks, hoping that the changes will make you feel more comfortable around them. At first, it felt uncomfortable, but you thought it was worth it if it meant making Kylian happy. 

As Kylian observed your changing appearance and demeanor, he struggled to understand how to react. It was only when he noticed that your personality had started to shift that he mustered up the courage to ask if everything was okay. Despite your assurance that everything was fine, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss.

 One night, you were at a party with the other WAGs, and they were all talking about their latest shopping sprees and exotic vacations. You attempted to join in, but your voice was drowned out by their raucous laughter and non-stop chatter. You felt like a wallflower, and the isolation was beginning to take its toll on you.

As the night wore on, the sense of not belonging intensified. Normally, you'd be with Kylian, indulging in a plate of cheesy fries or some other guilty pleasure. But tonight, you found yourself stuck with the girls, sipping champagne and struggling to get a word in edgewise. Every time you opened your mouth, someone would talk over you or dismiss your words with laughter. Finally fed up, you made an excuse and slipped out of the group, stepping outside to catch your breath.

Despite being separated from Kylian for most of the evening, his gaze was fixed on you throughout the night. He was chatting with Hakimi, but he quickly excused himself when he saw you slip away from the group of girls and head outside.

As you step out of the crowded ballroom, you take a deep breath of fresh air, trying to clear your mind from the overwhelming sensations of the party. Your head is spinning with thoughts, doubts, and insecurities that you've been trying to suppress all night. You feel a sudden pang of guilt for leaving Kylian behind, but you can't bear to face him yet. You know he'll ask you what's wrong, and you're not sure you can handle that question without breaking down.

But as you turn to head back inside, you see Kylian standing by the door, his arms folded and his eyebrows furrowed in concern. He's wearing a sharp tuxedo and a hint of cologne, his black hair in waves and his brown eyes piercing. He looks like a movie star, confident and elegant, the kind of man who belongs in a place like this. And then there's you, in your simple dress and flats, with minimal makeup and jewelry. You feel like a fish out of water, like you don't belong here.

Kylian notices you and walks over, his expression softening as he approaches you. He places a hand on your shoulder and looks at you with a mixture of tenderness and frustration.

"Hey, what's going on? Are you okay?" he asks, his voice low and gentle.

You avoid his gaze, feeling a lump in your throat. You don't want to burden him with your problems, but you also can't keep pretending that everything is fine.

"I'm sorry," you say, your voice trembling slightly. "I just needed to...get some air. I'm fine, really."

Kylian shakes his head, a hint of annoyance creeping into his tone. "No, you're not. You've been acting strange all night, and you keep avoiding me. You're lying to me, and I don't like that. What's going on?"

You feel a surge of anger and frustration at his words. You want to tell him everything, to unleash all your pent-up emotions and grievances, but you're afraid of what he'll think of you. You're afraid he'll see you as weak, needy, or inferior. You're afraid he'll realize that you're not the kind of woman he deserves, the kind of woman who can keep up with his fame, fortune, and status.

But before you can say anything, Kylian steps closer to you, his eyes locking onto yours. He takes your hand and pulls you gently towards him, his other arm wrapping around your waist. You feel his warmth and strength enveloping you, and you can't help but melt into his embrace.

"Y/N, listen to me," he says, his voice firm but soothing. "I know something is bothering you, and I want you to tell me. I'm here for you, no matter what. You don't have to pretend with me, or hide your feelings. I love you, just the way you are, and nothing can change that."

You look up at him, feeling a mix of gratitude and guilt. You know he's right, that you can't keep lying to him, or to yourself. You take a deep breath and let it out, feeling a tear roll down your cheek.

"It's...it's just that...I feel like I don't fit in with them," you admit, your head against his chest. "The other girls, they're so...outgoing, flashy, and...perfect. And I'm not. I'm not as confident, or glamorous, or...worthy. I feel like I'm not good enough for you."

Kylian pulls back from the hug, his hand tilting your chin up so that you're looking directly into his eyes.

"Y/N, don't ever say that," he says, his voice firm but gentle. "You are more than good enough for me, and for anyone. You are smart, kind, funny, and beautiful, inside and out. You don't have to be like anyone else, or compare yourself to them. You are unique, and that's what makes you special. And I love you for who you are, not for what you wear, or how you act, or what others think of you. You are my partner, my best friend, my soulmate, and nothing can change that. So please, don't ever doubt yourself, or your worth. You are perfect, just the way you are."

You look at him, feeling a mix of emotions. You're grateful for his words, his support, his love. You're also ashamed of your insecurities, your fears, your jealousy. You know he deserves better than that, than you. You want to be better, for him, for yourself.

"I'm sorry," you say, your voice barely audible. "I didn't mean to...I didn't want to...disappoint you."

Kylian strokes your cheek, wiping away your tears, his eyes softening.

"You could never disappoint me," he says, his voice reassuring. "You are my everything, and I wouldn't want you to change a thing. Just be yourself, and let me love you, the way you deserve to be loved."

You nod, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders. You realize that you don't have to pretend, or hide, or be someone else. You can be yourself, and that's enough.

"Thank you," you say, your voice more confident. "For everything. For being here, for understanding, for loving me."

Kylian smiles, his lips brushing against yours.

"Always," he whispers, before kissing you tenderly.

You melt into the kiss, feeling his love and warmth enveloping you. It's like all your worries and doubts disappear, and all you can feel is the love you share with Kylian.

As you break the kiss, you look at him, feeling more at ease.

"I'm sorry again," you say, your voice apologetic. "I didn't mean to take my frustration out on you."

Kylian shakes his head, a small smile on his lips.

"It's okay," he says. "I understand. We all have our moments of insecurity and doubt. The important thing is to talk about it, and not let it fester inside. So, if you ever feel like you're not fitting in, or not good enough, just talk to me. I'm here for you, always."

You smile, feeling grateful for his support and understanding. You know that you can count on him, no matter what.

"Thank you," you say, your voice sincere. "I'm lucky to have you."

Kylian chuckles, his hand caressing your cheek.

"The feeling is mutual," he says. "I'm the lucky one to have you in my life. You make everything better, brighter, and more beautiful."

You blush, feeling your heart swell with love and joy.

"I love you," you say, your voice soft.

Kylian smiles, his eyes sparkling.

"I love you more. Now are you ready to go back inside and attack the dessert bar??? I saw they had funnel cake sticks" he says, his voice playful. You both laugh as you nod and smile, feeling happy and content.

 You know that there will be more challenges and struggles ahead, but with Kylian by your side, you feel ready to face them, and overcome them, together.