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[luvneymar]

# PRINCESS TREATMENT! — footballers

— SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your footballer boyfriend! (part 2!)

CONTENT: fluff, footballers being simps, light jealously, light sensuality, sexual themes in messi’s drabble

PARINGS: young!messi x reader, young!christiano, barça!neymar x reader, jude bellingham x reader

NOTE: feel free to change anything about the dress or the jewellery 💕

NEYMAR JUNIOR — credit card!

“Angel, o que você está olhando?” Neymar kissed your forehead before plopping down beside you sliding his hand to your waist. You took a sip from your red wine before answering him “Online Shopping.” [What are you looking at?]

You were currently shopping on Van Cleef & Arpels for the trending Vintage Alhambra set, your friend had showed it & you couldn’t help but take and interest in it.

“Hmm, do you like it?” Neymar asked kissing down your neck till he reached your collarbone, you curl your hand around his head as he nipped at your vanilla scented soft skin. “Yeah it’s beautiful. I prefer it in red though.”

You took another sip of your wine as you placed the last item of the set in the cart inching the total amount above 60,000. You took a deep sigh placing your wine cup onto the coffee table in-front of you.

“Something wrong princess?” Neymar asks slightly concerned with the look on your face, you shook your head slowly tapping the arm-rest of the couch with your nails before pulling his head onto your lap with his hair scratching against your exposed thighs.

“Nothing, I just feel bad spending your money.” You muttered out, not used to living such a lavish lifestyle to this degree & having everything at your fingertips was a constant battle with your impulse control issues.

He sat up slowly looking deeply into your eyes, he had a serious look on his face but all you could see was love and affection seeping from his pores every second he stared into your eyes.

“My love, what does life mean for me if I can’t spend money on the woman I love? My money is your money & your money is your money.” Hearing that shut down any type of insecure thoughts still lingering in your mind.

As your eyes focus’s on his he grabbed the back of your neck moving aside any stray hair and pulled you in for a soft kiss. Neymar smiled into the kiss as he can taste your strawberry chapstick on his tongue.

You pull away from the kiss staring at your boyfriend who just sat in front of you with a cocky look on his face wiping away the saliva from his lips as he later back down hands behind his head your exposed lap.

“Buy anything you’d like love, my money is for you & you only.”

CRISTIANO RONALDO — expensive jewelry!

“Which one would you like beautiful? Pick anything you like.” Cristiano whispered into your ear as you skimmed the different glass boxes filled with 24k+ different types of diamonds, golds & other expensive stones.

He had to practically beg you to go out with him today as you were feeling a little down lately but he knew you’d like what you were looking at. “Relax baby I’ll choose one.” You giggled walking to the other side of the boutique to look at the emerald stones.

You weren’t a big fan of dark swampy colours of greens but something about emerald jewels just caught your eye in a way other gems couldn’t; except diamonds of course. Apart from Cristiano; Diamonds were your 1 true love.

“Excuse me how much is—” Just as you were going to ask the salesman the price of the necklace + earrings set you just found Cris had interrupted you placing his hand over your mouth. “Hi can you grab this for us please? Thank you so much.”

As the jeweller prepared the necklace Ronaldo had pulled you into a secluded area of the store placing a finger over his mouth signalling you to be quiet. “Love, don’t ask for the price when you’re out with me. Ever. If you’re with me just ask for what you want.”

“Okay, Mr. Ronaldo.” You pulled him by the tie for a quick kiss where he wrapped his arms around your waist inching his hand down towards your ass giving it a slight squeeze.

You both pulled away walking back to the salesman with his hand still on your ass who was calling your names. “Mr. Ronaldo, this is a 24 carat, hand crafted, €310,000 necklace. All the diamonds here are—”

“I know you’re just doing your job but I’m sure my girlfriend here doesn’t care about all the statistics. Please box it for her & send me the bill.” Cristiano cut the salesman off once he noticed you weren’t paying 1 bit of attention to the details of the necklace + earring’s history.

“Right away.” The jeweller smiled before walking away to get the actual product out the back to begin packaging it. Once he walked away you turned to Cris and pulled him in for a kiss cupping his face.

Once you both pulled away he wiped away some dust from your face with his thumb while staring into your eyes as if he had been hypnotized by you. “What was that for?”

“You don’t like my kisses anymore?” You questioned pulling him to whisper in his ear, he chuckled lowly rubbing circles on your ass.

“No, not that. You rarely kiss me in public if it isn’t a secluded area.” You looked up at him with your (colour) doe eyes as you watched him swallow nervously loosening his tie.

“Well you just bought me €300,000 diamond necklaces. It’s your reward.” Dragging your finger down his chest & looking up at him with your eyes filled with a look of seduction & affection.

“If spoiling my lover gets me rewards like this you can pick out anything you like in the store. We won’t leave till your satisfied.”

JUDE BELLINGHAM — shoe strap!

“Darling are you finish yet? We have to leave soon.” Jude walks into your shared bedroom & watches you finish the final touches of your make up dress still unzipped and different pairs of heels spread around the room.

“Sorry baby, I was having trouble zipping up my dress then I couldn’t pick between a few heels.” Seeing him walk into the room made you go faster than you already were. Feeling his hands on your shoulders calmed you down.

“Don’t stress, I’ll help you.” He motioned you to sit up from the ottoman, feeling his cold hands against your exposed warm back sent electric waves down your spine giving you goosebumps all over your arms.

As Jude’s hands zipped up your dress you stared him through the mirror watching his every move. Once he was done he spun you around and kissed your forehead placing his on-top of yours.

You both stayed in that position for a while before he pulled away and made his way towards your shared walk-in closet coming back your YSL heels. “Oh not those they’re soooo hard to walk in.”

You complained walking towards the bed to pick up a different pair of shoes. He placed the shoe box beside you taking the pair of Red Bottoms and flinging them somewhere around the room. “You look stunning in them, if your feet start to hurt I’ll carry you. Okay?”

“…Okay” You responded sticking out your foot so Jude could put on the first shoe, you felt like Cinderella when she lost her glass shoe & the prince came to personally return it to her.

“Stand up baby.” Jude helped you stand up from the bed as if you were made of glass holding your waist as he hoisted you up.

Jude bent down to adjust the strap of your heel around your ankle, once he was done he lifted your foot to kiss the side of your ankle before going to the other one.

As he did the same to your left foot he hadn’t notice your phone recording him as he looked back and saw you recording a tiktok through the mirror behind you. “Enjoying showing me off?”

You giggled pulling your foot away once he was done he placed your foot on the ground and stood back up, you placed your phone in your purse and turned around to place it on the bed putting in your lip-gloss & power in your bag.

As you put the rest of your items in your bag you felt Jude’s hands slip around your waist pulling you closer towards his body, you hadn’t thought anything of it until you felt something firm against your ass.

“Is that what I think it is?” You turned around to face him looking into his brown eyes which was filled lust & affection. He took your hand and tried to place it on his hard-on. Just for you to pull away.

“Uh huh, We’re going to this dinner Mr.” You pulled away and walked away towards the hallway with Jude jogging right behind you

“Can we at-least leave halfway?” He asked stopping you by grabbing onto your hand intertwining your fingers with his. “Maybe.”

“God you drive me absolutely insane baby.”

LIONEL MESSI — shopping spree!

“Sweetheart are you done yet?” Leo asked from outside the dressing room where you were currently trying on your 7th dress from the store.

You had asked to spend the day with him & when he decided to go to a shopping centre you knew were going to walk out of their a few thousand dollars poorer.

Lionel loved spending money on you as he saw how happy you looked dressing up for different events you both attended like dates, galas, award shows, games & everything else between the lines.

“Yeah I just need help with the zipper!” You opened the door of the change room and came out a in a tight black dress decorated in gold chains, you fell in-love with the dress the moment you saw lily were it the MET GALA & Leo just had to get it for you.

As you spun looking at yourself in mirror enjoying the dress Leo couldn’t help but stare at you in awe almost dropping all the shopping bags in his hands along with the other dressed over his shoulder. “God you look—”

“Stunning? Sexy? I know. All thanks to you baby. And my parents of course.” You walked towards him pulling him in for a long passionate kiss, you pulled away with a thin line of saliva connecting you two.

You looked around to see if any of the workers were around before pulling him in once again kissing him deeply as you pushed your tongue between his lips. His teammates and friends had always teased him for being pussy whipped & a simp for you.

He had always denied it thinking he was just treating you the way a boyfriend with his status & fame should but whenever you pulled him in for a kiss the way you just did he knew they were right.

“Leo baby you dropped my bags.” You whispered as you pulled away just enough for your lips to not be touching, you pulled away snickering at him before entering the change room once again to try on another dress

“Last one okay baby!” You shouted as you threw the dress over the door onto Leo’s head, he placed the bags and dresses onto the couch he was sitting and sat up sneaking into the change room along with you.

“Leo what are you—!” He slammed the door shut and pulled your body closer towards him, you just took off the previous dress so you were still in your undergarments.

“You cant be in here! What if an employee see you?” You panicked unaware of him unhooking your lacy bra as he kissed your neck hands rubbing down your waist all the way to your hips.

“It’s okay, I’ll be fast.” He whispered pulling off your bra covering your breasts with his hands as he stared at you in the mirror. “You’re too much!” You laughed turning around to face your boyfriend.

The moment you turned around he spun you back around so you could see yourself in the mirror. “You can milk me of every penny I own I don’t care, please just let me fuck you right now. I need it so badly you don’t even know.”

NOTE: i’m so sorry my tumblr is acting up rn idk if it’s showing on the tags or anything hopefully it’ll fix itself in a few! 🤍

[swayziiwriter]

Victory's symphony | Kylian Mbappé

summary: the France football team captaincy had been awarded to your fiancé Kylian, prompting a night of private celebrations between you both.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

NOTE: the French at the end of the song suits Kylian so well

Kylian had been awarded captaincy of France, a position that allowed him to represent his country and his passion for football. This promotion alls meant that Kylian deserved his own gift, specially for him. That’s how you’ve both ended up in this position.

Kylian laid under you, panting softly as your bare pussy continued to grind against his clothed cock, moonlight shining through the tall windows of the bedroom providing enough light for you both to see each other when in close proximity. You slid down his body, bringing you face to his covered hard on aching to be touched. “Please- please” Kylian let out a strangled breathe, pleasure pulsating through your body at his words.

Kylian always had you begging, tears streaming down your face before he’d let you release all over him. Tonight was different, tonight was about providing your own pleasure to Kylian.

Your hands reached his V-line, tracing it softly before bringing a hand inside of his boxers. He was rock hard, heavy and hot in your hand dabbles of precum sticking to your fingers. Bringing them out of his boxers to your mouth, sucking softy on the two fingers tasting Kylian on your tongue. Kylian let out a guttural moan, “putain, tu es si chaud” fuck, you are so hot he groaned dragging a hand to lock in your hair tugging on it softly.

“Suck me off, please” Kylian begged again, eyes pleading as his member remained hard. You nodded, bringing your hands to his boxers, pulling them down to free his cock that slapped against his abdomen. Standing tall and thick, aching for a release.

You leaned down, levelling your head with his cock before spitting on it. Bringing your hand to stroke his dick, Kylian’s breathing increased hyper fixative on the way your spit drippped down his cock until you held his member. “Oh, oh fuck that feels-feels so good” he moaned, his head falling back against the pillow as you jerked him off. It wasn’t until you left a kiss on Kylian’s red tip that he brought a hand to stop your motions.

“Don’t want that right now” he stated. You studied him “then what do you want baby? Anything you want, you’ll get” keeping eye contact you let your tongue run softly against his tip. “Putain” his head shook, “I want you to ride me.”

Oh fuck. Kylian was strong. He was big and well groomed, abs sculpted perfectly to his v-line that protected his huge cock. His skin was smooth and hot, his moans sounded like heaven and every touch he gave you was addicting. Every curve of his body was addicting, you’d memorized every detail. Licking the rugged edges of his body until you reached his bodies most prized possession, his cock.

Your hair fell in front of your face as you looked down to the space between your bodies, Kylian didn’t give you much time before he was grabbing you by the shoulders to be brought back into his body. Immediately your lips were on his, connecting in a feverish manner. Kylian brought his bigs hand to your ass, massaging the soft flesh attentively. You gasped at this action allowing Kylian to slide his tongue into your mouth, you let out a deep moan as you let him explore your mouth tongue and teeth clashing.

Pulling back for air as quickly as possible before reconnecting your swollen lips together. Kylian pulled away, allowing for you to catch your breathe as he brought his cock under your dripping pussy. “mhm, shit” you sighed softly, letting your wetness coat the base of his dick as Kylian encouraged you to align his cock with your entrance.

You lifted your hips, positioning your body over his before he stopped you with a grab of your hips. “Wait, what about a condom?” He asked curiously, you’d never let Kylian hit it raw before, always telling him he had much bigger things to worry about then getting your pregnant. But tonight, Kylian deserved it all, he deserved to feel your pretty pussy ride his cock.

Leaning into his face you kissed him hard, bringing a hand to the back of his head. You pulled away looking into his eyes as he smiled softly. “I want” you brought your hands together, intertwining them over his abdomen. “I want it raw Kylian, I want you to fill this pretty pussy with your cum” Kylian could have came at your words, the filthy words spilling from your mouth were going directly down to his dick that was twitching under your dripping core.

“Then be a good girl and get on this cock” he stated, tilting his head to the space between your sex. Kylian buried his head in your breasts, kissing them softly as you held his cock in your hand, aligning it with your entrance before finally falling down on his cock. “tu me prends tellement bien, ma petite salope” you take me so well, my little slut Kylian groaned, latching his tongue onto your nipple, sucking on it as his hand fondled your other breast.

The stretch of Kylian’s cock was never one you could get used to, his thick, hot member felt as if it was leaking into your stomach each time, leaving your mind blank and your pussy squelching. Kylian’s head lifted to connect his lips with yours once again, before you left them dragging along open mouthed kisses down his neck, marking the hot flesh as a coat of sweat started to appear on his smooth skin. He wanted to move, he wanted to move so bad it hurt. But he knew waiting for you to adjust would allow you to last for many rounds, Kylian was always in it for the long run.

“I’m ready” you croaked, head titling back as Kylian shifted his body slightly. Kylian smirked, leaning against the headboard hands at his waist. “Give me a show y/n” Kylian shrugged, “chevauche ton capitaine comme la salope que tu es” ride your captain like the cockslut you are he continued, eyes piercing. Your hands attached to his broad shoulders, holding them for dear life as you lifted your hips before sliding back down onto his cock.

“So full, always so full with your cock” you moaned, building up a rhythm as you bounced on his dick. Kylian felt so hot inside of you, now that you were riding him raw it felt as if you could feel every bit of his cock like never before.

“Merde, so good at riding this cock” Kylian praised, grabbing at your breasts as they bounced with every move of your body. Your were taking Kylian hard, you hands coming to lock around his neck for support. Kylian could tell you were getting tired, your rhythm slowing as you tried to calm your body. “Getting tired?” Kylian mocked, “always so needy for my cock, don’t even know what to do with yourself” he continued, reaching to grab bunches of your hair as you grinded on a particular spot that had his cock twitching.

Kylian began to match your bounces with hard thrusts, soon enough your moans turned into screams as Kylian let out guttural groans in return. “Kylian, it’s so good Kylian” you moaned bringing your lips to his neck, assaulting the flesh as Kylian’s head titled to give you better access. Your first orgasm approached quickly, passing over you hard and slow. Kylian guided you through it, hitting the spots inside of you that made you go dizzy until you were shaking.

“Turn around” Kylian demanded. You stopped moving, confused at his sudden halt. Kylian slipped out of your tight hole, turning your body swiftly to be on your stomach. “Ass in the air mon amour” Kylian spoke, handing a palm across the edge of your ass, watching as your body inched forward. You turned around, bringing a hand to his neck pulling him into a harsh kiss, “ruin me Kylian, cum inside this pussy. Your pussy” you whispered seductively. Kylian smirked, pushing your body back onto the bed, sliding inside of your empty core.

“So big” you muttered burying your head into the pillows as Kylian wasted no time letting you readjust, his thrusts were mercilessly drilling into your dripping sex. Kylian bundled your hair in his hands bringing your body to be flushed against his, allowing for him to hit deeper inside of you.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop please” you begged, tears brimming your water line. Kylian laughed softly, “give me another one bébé, I know you can give me another.” You nodded to his words, focusing on his deep stokes before coming undone at the shout of his name. Kylian didn’t stop, he continued to thrust inside of you even after you cried it was to much.

“I’m gonna cum, and you’re gonna take it like a good girl yeah?” You could only muster a broken “yes” the overstimulation on your clit overpowering. Kylian let out a soft moan, leaning forward to press his forehead onto your shoulder, groaning, dick twitching as he releases inside of you. His thick, hot load creaming your insides as you come another time, your body convulsing as Kylian rode you through your highs.

Weakly, you close your arms behind you and cradle his head by pressing your back against his chest. Once more, he thrusts inside of you, and you can feel his cum spilling out of you, warm and sticky.

“mon capitaine” my captain you spoke softly. Kylian didn’t release his grip on you, instead he pressed a messy kiss to your neck, his light stubble sensitive against your hot skin. You both take short, loud breaths after a minute's pause. His lips wait against your skin, one more kiss squeezed into it, a way for him to channel the immense love he feels.

A victory’s symphony.

[applejuicefruit]

something cute with reader taking care of drunk kylian pleaseeeee

kylian mbappe x reader

Drunk

“You know…you’re too heavy Kylian…” you joked as you helped your boyfriend walking into his apartment.

You just came back from a football event, event that turned out to be more of a party as your boyfriend and most of his teammates were completely wasted. You knew he didn’t have much free time to do that because of football so you let him enjoy his night.

That’s how you found yourself carrying up from the stairs his heavy and drunk ass.

“Shut up you love me…” he said with a very drunk voice and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sit on the couch and don’t move until I’m back” you said to him but the moment you moved to the kitchen you heard him following you.

“You’re not my mom…” he remarked and you gave him a death look that made him shut up “sorry…” he apologised.

“Good, now would you please sit at the table and wait for me there?” you said pointing to the round kitchen table.

“Okay…” he whispered.

You kept laughing seeing how wasted he was.

“Drink this” you gave him a glass of cold water and an aspirin and he drank it until the last straw.

“You’re very pretty…” he chuckled pointing at you. He looked like a kid, like someone who just wanted attentions and you couldn’t help but laugh at his behaviour. It was something very rare seeing your boyfriend completely drunk.

“Thank you” you thanked him and he smiled “but now big boy it’s time you take a shower and change for bed” you said this time giving him your hands and helping standing him up.

“Only if you’re coming with me” he smirked at you.

“Nope. You’re drunk….” you led him into your bedroom.

“But…” he tried to replicate.

“No but. Get your ass in the shower and I’ll be waiting here” you joked. You watched him pout but then he followed your orders and went straight into the bathroom, of course, forgetting to bring a change of clothes and some boxers.

Once he was done he came out of the bathroom completely naked and you took a few minutes to recompose yourself.

“I forgot my clothes…” he said scratching his head.

“Yes I can see” you teased him but he was still too drunk to even understand what you were talking about. You stood up from the bed and went to his drawers grabbing a new pair of boxers and a t-shirt for him to wear as a pajamas.

“Merci…” he whispered as he dressed up.

While you laid back in bed Kylian decided it was a good idea trying to jump on the bed because apparently he didn’t want to sit and lay as a normal person would do.

“Kyky…what are you doing?” you asked him.

“I just found a new way to get in bed” he said wrapping his arms around your waist.

“You’re very clingy when you’re drunk” you joked.

“I’m always clingy…” he said.

“Oh so you admit it?” you teased him again.

“Whatever” he whispered and you bursted out laughing.

Kylian had no idea why you were laughing but he loved seeing you smile.

“Y/n…” he called you.

“What?” you answered back.

“My head hurts…fuck, how much have I drunk?” he asked this time.

“A lot Kylian, a lot” you said.

“Merde…” he whispered in french and you smiled at him.

You knew it was going to be a long night but you couldn’t wait to see Kylian in his post hangover, that was going to be something to see!

[aechii]

₍⁠₍ BOX OF MEMORiES ₎⁠₎

a.k.a good luck charm pt. 2

{read part 1}

PAiRiNG ?! childhoodfriend!kylian x black! femreader

GENRE ?! romance, angst if you have 15/15 vision, fluff (😞)

SYNOPSiS ?! in which kylian and y/n bond over a decade-and-a-half old time capsule that has old feelings reflourishing.

C/W ?! just too sweet sweetness, kylian has ****** **** ** ****, small mention of dismembering (it's not serious at all, i promise), kiss kiss

A/N ?! the part two of 'good luck charm' that was requested many a time 😋 divine romance at its finest, i think i luv this 🖤 anyways, enjoy this kinda long fic :D

TAGLiST ?! @mrs-bellingham

~°~

[y/n] slides an unbranded shoebox into the centre of the carpet. vertices still crisp, crooked and wavering hand doodles tattooed all over cardboard brown, with assorted stickers stuck haphazardly, in no particular order. it very much screamed 10 year old kylian and [y/n], infected with chaos and eagerness to fill any empty space.

"my mum gave this to me over the weekend," [y/n]'s voice is whimsical, "do you remember it?"

kylian scratches his head, contemplative, "not necessarily. though, i can recognise my atrocious handwriting."

[y/n] is chuckling, shuffling closer to kylian and the box, which has currently found purchase in the midst of his palms, "with you on that one. you've never been one to have good writing."

a fact that kylian couldn't deny, so he stays silent, not without emitting a surrendering grunt.

he reads that words written in block bold with black, a failed attempt at times new roman capitals.

"'bondy's golden duo- kylian mbappé & [y/n] [y/l/n]', " he snorts and [y/n] does the same.

"so corny."

"yet who made it?"

kylian is taken aback, mouth slightly agape, "right— okay then."

[y/n]'s laughs seep into the air of the room, bouncing off the walls and sinking into the skin of the man in front of her. leave goosebumps in their wake and kylian has to clench his fists to extinguish the jitter in his stomach.

giggles diminuendo, and she urges him on to open it with a light nudge.

kylian picks at the tape that edges the lid on all its four sides, sticking it to the body. the sound of tearing is swift, ends no sooner than 5 seconds later, and kylian is quick to flip the top off.

the first thing noticed is two pieces of paper, folded twice and inscribed to their respective person.

both adults look at each other, a silent gesture signalling the other to read theirs first. but none seem to want to move.

"come on, [y/n]," a smirk, "ladies first."

she rolls her eyes, complying as she picks the letter with two fingers.

"ah, won't you kill me with your chivalry."

kylian snickers, and she pries the folds open, seeing the first few words that initiate a smile, "we wrote these for each other."

kylian's lips curve into a grin too, "really?"

[y/n] nods, causing kylian to take his, hurriedly opening it as his fingers fumble, "then i definitely can't wait to read this."

"i was probably just spewing shit, i don't even remember, to be honest," [y/n] tries to excuse the impending nonsense past her had written to kylian. yet, it rather makes the man more excited.

"that's why i wanna read it... first."

[y/n] sighs, groaning into her hands, "go ahead, then."

smiling, his lips begin to move as he says what his eyes scan, aloud, " 'dear ky, i don't even know what to write but i see you speeding ahead so i'm pretending i do right now'- do you really hate me that much?"

[y/n] is quick to deny, "no! ky, you know i'm not good with words."

he pushes the use of the nickname into the depths of his mind, somewhere he could reach later to daydream over.

"i know, i know. i'm sorry." his smile portrays otherwise, and [y/n] clicks her tongue.

"just continue reading, kylian."

he does so, uttering his best friend's words through his.

"'i think i'll start this letter by saying how much i love appreciate you. sappy and all, yes, but your smile makes me smile, and your laugh makes me laugh. i don't see us as best friends, but soulmates? i think that's what it's called. anyways, i hope you stay being kylian, whatever that means. continue kicking the BALL and not my LEGS, and kick your way stardom!! i wanna see you on my screen one day. imagine it: kylian mbappé, france's best footballer (not the world's, you can never beat LIONEL MESSI!!). how cool would that be??? anyways, love adore you forever, and see you in 10 years. can't wait to open this with you haha.' "

the silence that follows is not awkward, or filled with embarassment, but instead, holds too much emotion to bear the weight of words. kylian is sure he has read it countless times within the space of deafness, ensuring that every syllable is etched into his subconscious, memorising every word so that he could proclaim them by heart.

"10 years, huh?" a number that had been exceeded by 5 years, numbs [y/n]'s oesophagus as if boiled water trickled down the walls of her throat. it seems as if all their friendship had were fraying ends of broken promises and loosening bonds.

"i'm sorry, [y/n], so so sorry." his tone leaks pained regret, [y/n] hates that.

"and, as i said before, you don't need to be."

kylian doesn't look convinced, avoids the girl's eyes as he stares at the paper for so long that the loops and leaning lines of [y/n]'s writing turns into a swirl of black in his vision.

"but you know it didn't have to be that way, [y/n]. a friendship doesn't have to end just so a career can start."

stays quiet because she truly has nothing to say. knows that if she retorts with a blame on herself, kylian would be more angry than he already is at himself.

"we departed on good terms, didn't we? so i have nothing against you."

"i didn't even know if you were alive, [y/n]!"

leaves a quiet room after, and [y/n] sighs, moving closer to kylian.

"but i did. i knew you were doing what younger you wanted, and as much as it hurt that i wasn't a part of it, you being happy made me happy."

tugs at the loose strings of a pillow that graces her lap, then continues, "you had neymar, achraf, sergio, the whole of the france national team, as your support system-"

"but they aren't you, [y/n]," blinks the burning sensation of accumulating tears away, "i wanted to experience all of this, with you, and i hate myself for pushing you away."

she doesn't like how her heart jolts in her chest, sending a ripple of shivers down her spine. they've only just gotten back into contact, yet her body is replenishing the old feelings she pushed down, because kylian couldn't like her back.

"don't hate you, never did and never will, ky," doesn't know what to say and so urgently tries to fill the air with something, "we've reunited now, so why focus on the past?

her words are final and she goes to reopen her letter. kylian stops her however. remembers what he had written, messily but passionately, and would rather she read it when he wasn't there to bear the humiliation and ache of butterflies.

"open yours later." his smile is shaky, but deems it reassuring enough.

[y/n] is skeptical, and raises and eyebrow, "why? i want to know what you wrote about me."

kylian fiddles with the thread that rings his wrist, "and i want to see what would put in there."

[y/n] says nothing, just gazes at him, but gives in and sighs.

kylian cheers, removing the novelty gift wrap that had covered the contents of the box. the laughs that follow are loud, full of disbelief.

"no way!" [y/n] reaches into the box, and takes out a metal case. the things within in hit against the corners, and she feels the weight of the box tilt to one side as they roll inside.

"i forgot about these!"

kylian is dumbfounded, "marble crash?"

she nods, opening the container. there's only a couple of the glass spheres in there, but that's all needed to complete a heated game. reads the small note stuck beneath the lid, and laughs after. it's obvious that it was written by kylian.

"'demand a rematch when you open this. [y/n] cheated in our last match before we put this in here.'" followed by angry face and a sad one.

"there you go— telling lies."

"lies?! [y/n], you never played a marble crash game fairly, and you know that."

she ponders for a few beats, shrugs her shoulders and dips her hands into the box for the next item.

"a win is a win, kylian."

he side eyes her, expression incredulous.

"unbelievable-"

cut off by a scoff, before a soft object is hurled into his direction. he catches it before it hits his face, and recognises the matted fur and missing space of where an arm should be.

"armless messi ?" smiles as he notices ]y/n]'s disdained look. recalls the memory like it was yesterday, and can't help but feel sorry for the footballer-named teddy bear.

"i'm still angry at you for that, kylian. don't look at me."

he cackles, mouth wide and he falls backwards. [y/n] climbs over to snatch her sentiment back.

"you know i didn't mean to rip his arm off." pants as he attempts to recover. fails, and starts laughing again.

"i will kick you out-"

"okay, okay! i'll stop."

[y/n] stares at the odd, white stitches situated near the bear's right shoulder, traces the abstract lines of string before settling it beside her.

"you're not touching messi ever again."

kylian whines, latching onto his friend's arm, "come on, i'm more responsible now."

[y/n] sarcastically replies, "i believe you."

kylian lets her go, and pulls out two figurines. the girl beside lets out a gasp, and grabs her respective one.

"letting this go was the worst decision of my life," she hugs the kim possible doll as kylian twists the legs of ron stoppable.

"still functioning."

"and why wouldn't it be, kylian— i swear, you have an obsession with dismembering dolls-"

"i do not!"

"yes you do!"

the back and forth continues until they get tired, lips stretched wide and upwards, teeth showcased and glimmering in the dim, warm light of [y/n]'s room.

something distinct, yet minutely incinerating surges through their bones as the sun begins to sink below the horizon and the air loses it energy. doors of locked events in the past fly open with the key of nostalgia and gasping surprise.

from a picture of kylian in a leg cast and [y/n] signing it, to outdated souvenirs from when they both went to portugal with their parents.

a staggering reminder of what they once were, and wish to be.

hours pass like seconds, the box is now only one item empty- another sheet of paper, so much for 'not being able to put things into words'- and steaming mugs of coffee warm their hands.

"are you gonna read it, or should i?" kylian asks [y/n] as she takes a sip. her head juts towards him, and he obeys, ridding the box of its last content. it's only half an a4 sheet, and it's titled '5 questions to answer', which [y/n] laughs at when she's told. decorated with more stickers and weirdly drawn stickmen, courtesy of kylian.

"what's the first one?"

"'how's life like 10 years later? '"

a chuckle, light and forced, leaves [y/n]'s lips, and she shrugs, "i wouldn't be able to remember life 5 years ago, to be honest. i guess i was just studying and living life as it came. you?"

kylian takes time to think, "won the world cup, was on loan at psg. that's pretty much it."

"you say it as if winning the world cup is nothing, kylian!"

"i'm happy about it, but still salty over the last one."

"ah," [y/n] grins, picking up armless messi as she makes him dance in the air, "he's truly the goat, isn't he, messi?"

kylian is quick to disagree, "i may play with him at home, but ronaldo tops him, by far."

"i'll tell him you said that."

"how?" he cocks his head, "and even so, he's already aware."

doesn't give her a chance to reply, reading the next question beneath, "'is [y/n] still taller than kylian?' oh wouldn't past me be glad."

[y/n] huffs, "i'm still supposed to be taller, you just had an odd growth spurt."

"it was bound to happen."

looks at him disdainfully as he snickers, "next one, kylian."

"is kylian famous yet? like as famous as ronaldo?"

"i guess you already speak for yourself," [y/n] says, smiling, "i'm proud of you."

kylian returns the grin, gives the girl a look that forces her to avert her eyes elsewhere, "thank you."

"my pleasure. what's the one after?"

kylian straightens the sheet of paper, "asks if you're a graphic designer now."

[y/n] smiles and nods, "can strongly confirm."

"always been a picasso-" his words make the girl laugh, "-how's that going?"

"stressful at times, but honestly, it's fun. didn't feel pressured into pursuing a career i didn't want so, i'm not gonna lie, i had things easy."

"but that's good, right?"

"of course. never envisioned myself in the stem industry, don't know why."

"you were smart, though. too smart," kylian playful retorts. [y/n] slides out a chuckle, "it was obligated intelligence, not necessarily welcomed, you know."

"something smart people say," he rolls his eyes after, causing y/n to shove him.

"shut up, rich man, and read the last question."

kylian is humoured, shaking his head as he goes on to read the last words on the sheet. his amused expression falls and eyebrows raise as he is reminded of what he had written as the final question.

"oh."

"what is it, ky?"

inhales, then reads the words out loud, "'are we living together as promised? remember, it has to be a large mansion in the heart of paris!' "

[y/n] tries to formulate words, fails at doing so, and leaves the room silent.

as promised.

kylian remembers. frankly speaking, it was the only thing he wanted to remember because it was something that he looked forward to in the future.

then things fucked up, [y/n] had moved away from paris as a whole and kylian tried to fill his apartment with only one presence, but failed everytime.

"it's not too late, is it?"

he doesn't know what he's saying, his mouth moves on its own accord.

"what?" [y/n] sounds winded, feels the stare on her face and turns to look at who's guilty for it. her eyes are everywhere, all over his face, all at once. from his hardened eyes to his pouted, blushed lips.

looks at the kylian mbappé now, and sees the kylian mbappé then. aged, and that's it, but devious childishness still remains.

she doesn't realise that he has moved closer, and can suddenly see the fine lines of his textured skin, and feel his breath tickle her cheeks.

"what are you doing, kylian?" she whispers, can't muster a volume louder than that.

fingers pick at her stray braid, tucking it behind her back, "i don't know... should i stop? i will if you wan-"

"no," she cringes at how desperate she sounds, "it's okay. i want you to."

kylian's thumb traces the dip of her lip, out of breath as her eyes absorb every intake of air from him. [y/n] had always caught his eye, been the only one who had, and kylian knows he would be downright stupid to let her slip through his fingers again.

a ringing phone cuts through the static silence, and they both jolt violently in shock. [y/n] distances herself from him, numb all the way to her fingertips in anxiety, as kylian huffs, digging his pockets for the source of the loud sound.

picks it up, and [y/n] doesn't hear who exactly he's speaking to, but rules them as important when kylian's eyebrows furrow inwards and mumbles a chorus of 'yes's and 'okay's. ends the call just as quick as it started, and sighs, looking apologetic.

"i have to go."

"that's okay," ascends from the floor, and stretches out an arm to help kylian do the same. knows he's too heavy for the girl so he doesn't dump all of his weight on her, using his other arm to push him upwards.

grabs his coat from the hanger by the door, and slides into his shoes, but stops as he remembers something.

"kylian, where are you going?"

"one second, wait," shuffles into the room again, and immediately notices the ron stoppable doll lying on its back on the carpet. smiles, bends to pick it up, then shoves it into his pocket. looks at the room one more time, then closes the door behind him, ambling back to the front door.

"what did you forget?"

"nothing, i thought i had."

she doesn't look convinced but lets it go, opening the door.

"call me when you get home, okay?"

nods and says an 'i will', but remains stood on the doorstep.

he truly has no clue where his confidence surfaces from, but the next second, his lips are flush against [y/n]'s. they're soft, he notices, taste slightly of cherry and it's fucking addicting.

breaks it before he loses himself within it, a small smile upon his face as his mind becomes hazed and dizzy.

[y/n] is still, eyes wide, and the thrumming of her heartbeat upon her skin is... thrilling.

"see you later, [y/n]."

+_-

'dear [y/n],

i think letters are old fashioned and something people in the 17th century do, but for you, i guess i will suck it up and write one anyways.

i hope when you read this, you smile like you always do. have i told you that you look pretty when you smile? i'm only saying it once, and you'll never hear me say it again.

life with you is fun. i don't think i would be alive if God didn't put you with me, so i'm thankful everyday that you're my best friend. i really hope we stay friends forever, and that when i become the world's best footballer of all time (after cristiano ronaldo of course!), i can show off to everybody that you helped me get to the top of the top!!

anyways, this is getting too long and you know i don't write. so, bye bye, and see you in 10 years.

i love you.'

[the-offside-rule]

Football Oneshots Masterlist

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Liverpool

Andy Robertson - An Evening In

Andy Robertson - Silent Night

Harvey Elliott - Fall Into Me

Trent Alexander Arnold - Not So Expected

Trent Alexander Arnold - Dinner

Trent Alexander Arnold - Mastermind

Trent Alexander Arnold - Feel Better (smut)

Trent Alexander Arnold - Jolly

Trent Alexander Arnold - Good Cop, Bad Cop

Ajax

Jordan Henderson - Emergency? (smut)

FCBarcelona

Eric García - Chaos

Fermín Lopez - loml (smut)

Fermín Lopez - Just A Crush

Frenkie De Jong - Swift Coded

Frenkie De Jong - Baking

Hector Fort - Early Mornings

Pablo Gavi - Dancing In The Dark

Pablo Gavi - Kiss & Tell

Pablo Gavi - Sorpresa

Pablo Gavi - Think Again

Pablo Gavi - For Forever

Pablo Gavi - This Is Nice

Pablo Gavi - Skating Rink

Pablo Gavi - My Golden Boy

Pablo Gavi - Love Lies (smut)

Pablo Gavi - Fangirl

Pablo Gavi - Don't Start

Pablo Gavi - Fantasize pt.1 [smau]

Pablo Gavi - Double Trouble

Pablo Gavi - Sunburn [headcanon]

Pablo Gavi - Jealousy Jealousy

Pablo Gavi - Coffee Date

Pau Cubarsí - Wake Up Call

Pedri Gonzalez - Real Life Lessons

Pedri Gonzalez - Worried Much?

Pedri Gonzalez - Ladrona

Pedri Gonzalez - Smiler

Pedri Gonzalez - Little Imperfections

Pedri Gonzalez - Bakery

Pedri Gonzalez - Stuck With You

Pedri Gonzalez - What Stays In The Camp Nou (smut)

Pedri Gonzalez - Holy

Pedri Gonzalez - Baila Conmigo

Pedri Gonzalez - Duolingo

Pedri Gonzalez - Until I Found You ft. Ferran Torres

Pedri Gonzalez - Peek-a-boo

Pedri Gonzalez - Punto De Vista

Pedri Gonzalez - Come With Me

Pedri Gonzalez - Quiet

Pedri Gonzalez - Nobody Gets Me [smau]

Pedri Gonzalez - Let Her Go

Robert Lewandowski - A City We Barely Know

FCPorto

Nico Gonzalez - New City, New Faces

Newcastle FC

Anthony Gordon - Freezin'

Anthony Gordon - Uh-Oh

Anthony Gordon - The Forward Type

LA Galaxy

Riqui Puig - Surprise

Brighton

Evan Ferguson - Fairytale of New York

Arsenal FC

Declan Rice - Cupid and Psyche

Declan Rice - Triumph

Martin Ødegaard - Isn't It Strange?

Martin Ødegaard - Pinnekjøtt

Real Madrid

Jude Bellingham - When We Were Young

Jude Bellinagham - An Unexpected Gift

Jude Bellingham - Moving

Jude Bellingham - Stop Thinking

Jude Bellingham - Dorada

Kylian Mbappe - The Lights of Paris

Kylian Mbappe - Midnight

Paris Saint Germain

Marco Asensio - Jo Soc Culer (smut)

Manchester United

Alejandro Garnacho - Admire Me Later

Alejandro Garnacho - Cuffin' Season

Gary Neville - Are You Sure?

Mason Mount - Late

Mason Mount - Coffee Talks

Mason Mount - Silent Treatment

Mason Mount - Play Pretend

Mason Mount - Theatre of Dreams

Manchester City

Jack Grealish - School

Jack Grealish - Snowman

Ruben Dias - Test

Atheltico Madrid

Julian Alvarez - Feliz Navidad

Rodrigo Riquelme - Elevator Secrets

Rodrigo Riquelme - Falling For You

Sporting Club

Francisco Trincao - Birthday Cake

Lyon

Houssem Aouar - Emotional Support Person

Chelsea FC

Ben Chilwell - Baby Wrap

Joao Felix - Unrequited Love

João Felix - Fatherhood

João Félix - Pai

Marc Guiu - i like the way you kiss me pt.2

Marc Guiu - Espresso

Juventus

Kenan Yildiz - Let Me Help

[hellofutbol]

Welcome Home

Request: Heyyloo. Lovenyour work. Can i please request a Kylian mbappe imagine please. (kylianmbappexarsenal)

The sound of a knock at your bedroom window woke you up from your sleep. At first you thought that it had all been a part of a dream, but when you heard the sound again you realized that there was someone outside your window knocking on it. For a brief moment you imagined the worst, that it could possibly be a serial killer coming to kill you, but hen the knock sounded again. Whoever it was rapped on the window three times exactly. When you heard that you relaxed. You knew exactly who it was.

Three knocks. That was the code you and your boyfriend had come up with to let each other know that it was the other one when trying to sneak into their room. You knew that when you opened the window, you would find your boyfriend on the other side.

With a smile on your face, you looked at the clock and noticed that it was one in the morning. Pushing the covers aside, you got out of bed and walked, barefoot, over to the window. Moving the curtains aside, you looked out to see your boyfriend waiting for you to open the latch and let him in. You knew that nights in Paris could get very cold, so without hesitation, you flipped the latch and opened the window.

When you stepped back slightly, your boyfriend climbed in through the window and landed in your bedroom floor.

“Kylian, what are you doing here? Do you have any idea what time it is? If my dad finds you here, he’s going to kill you.”

You tried hard to keep a stern voice but the smile on your face gave away the fact that you were happy to see him. Since he had left for Russia, you had been unable to see him. Now that he was back, you were happy to see him again. Needless to say, you had missed him. The fact that he had come back as a champion from Russia only served to make the moment even more special. He had texted you as soon as he had gotten back that day, however, you had been unable to see him because you had been in a lecture at your university at the time. It didn’t matter, he was here now. That was all that mattered.

“I wanted to see you.”

You couldn’t help but melt slightly at his words. Pulling you close to him by grabbing your waist, he wrapped his arms around you, into a hug. You were quick to return the hug. It felt good to be in his arms after almost a month of not seeing each other. You had missed the feeling and the warmth that he always provided.

Pulling away, he leaned down and claimed your first kiss in a month. You had also missed this feeling as well. The kiss was passionate. It contained all the pent of feelings of not being able to see each other for a month. The two of you had gone weeks without seeing each other before, however, never a month. This kiss was the reunion that you had been looking forward to.

Slightly pushing you backwards, Kylian led you over to the direction of your bed. Your lips never left each other’s. When your legs hit the bed, you pulled him down onto it. Kylian rested his arms on both sides of your head, careful not to place his full weight on you.

When air became too demanding you pulled away from him. The both of you were panting, however, Kylian recovered much faster than you. He reconnected his lips to your body. However, he didn’t connect it to your lips this time. He trailed kisses down your jaw and to your neck. When he kissed the spot below your ear, you couldn’t help but let out a moan. That was a sensitive spot for you and Kylian knew that. You could tell by the smirk that you could feel on his face.

“If you keep making noises like that than your parents will definitely wake up and find me here. You’re trying to get me killed, aren’t you?”

You would have responded to his words except he didn’t let you continue. He once more latched his lips onto your neck. This time he sucked on your neck hard enough that you knew that there would probably be a hickey there in the morning that you would need to cover up with makeup. He alternated between sucking and licking, and the sensation drove you wild. You squirmed underneath him.

The both of you had been so caught up in each other that you didn’t hear the footsteps down the hall. In fact, you didn’t realize it until you heard someone knocking on your door. You and Kylian quickly sprang away from one another. Looking at each other in shock, you heard your father’s voice.

“Y/N. Are you awake? Are you okay in there?”

Both you and Kylian looked at each other wide eyed. If your dad didn’t receive an answer, you knew that he would come in and freak out when he saw Kylian. Looking around the room you searched for possible places where your boyfriend could hide. Your eyes landed on your clothes closet and an idea came to your head.

“Go hide in the closet. I’ll deal with my dad.”

“Y/N?” Your dad’s voice caused you to push him in that direction.

Nodding his head, Kylian went over to your closet. At this moment you were so grateful that your closet was a walk in one. It would be big enough for him to be in comfortably. When he was fully inside your closet you let out a breath that you didn’t realize you had been holding and went to go answer the door. Swinging it open you found your dad about to knock on your door once more.

“Y/N? Are you alright? I thought I heard voices?”

Shit! You didn’t think that he had heard you and Kylian. Trying to scramble for an excuse, because telling the truth would get both you and Kylian murdered, you finally lied. “I’m fine. I was sleeping so you might have just heard me talking in my sleep.”

It was at this moment that you were so grateful that you usually talked in your sleep. Your father looked as though he didn’t believe what you were saying. You tried to reassure him with a smile on your face. “Honestly, dad, I’m fine. I had a nightmare and so I must have called out. Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Your father’s face softened when he heard that you had had a nightmare. You were glad for that because that meant that he was buying your lie.

“You didn’t wake me up, sweetie. I got up to use the restroom when I heard voices coming from your room. Are you sure that you’re okay?”

You could hear the concern in his voice. It made you feel bad for lying to him, but you had to. You didn’t want your boyfriend to get caught sneaking into your house in the middle of the night. You knew that that would look bad and it was something that your father wouldn’t like.

“Dad, I promise. If I have a nightmare again, I’ll tell you. You can go back to sleep. I’ll be fine.”

Your father looked like he wanted to argue, but he didn’t. You were glad that he didn’t. Instead he nodded and finally walked away from your bedroom door and back towards his. Shutting the door behind him, you let out a huge sigh of relief. That had been a super close call.

When you had shut the door, Kylian finally stepped out of the closet. The two f you stood there staring at one another for a while before you both broke out into laughter.

“I thought, for sure, he was going to catch us. You’re a horrible liar.”

You playfully punched Kylian in the arm. “Shut up, I am not. Besides my lying just saved your ass.”

Still chuckling, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him. Leaning down he pecked you on the lips. “Thank you for protecting my ass, baby. You’re my hero.”

You wrapped your arms around his lips and pulled him down to kiss him again. It was just a peck, like his, but it was still special. “Damn right I am. Now, if you don’t want my dad coming in here again, I would suggest you leave. I’ll text you tomorrow morning and we can meet up somewhere, okay. For now, though, you have to go.”

Kylian pouted but nodded his head. Leaning down for one last kiss, he whispered goodbye and walked back to the window. It was a good thing your room was on the first floor of your house because if it wasn’t, he would have had to jump down. You held the window open for him as he went out. When his feet were properly on the ground, he turned back around to face you. With one last kiss, he left with a goodbye.

You knew that you would text him first thing in the morning. And then, you could see him during the day, not in the dead of night. However, you couldn’t deny that there was something very romantic about your boyfriend sneaking in to see you in the middle of the night. It was something straight out of a movie. Kylian Mbappe was nothing, if not romantic.  

A/N: I hope you like it. Any kind of feedback is always appreciated.

[holdmyhopeinyourhands]

could we maybe get some neymar fic as a treat??

We’re Here Finally

Summery: PSG make it to the final of the Champions League and Neymar deals with it the only way he knows how. By overthinking everything.

He couldn’t physically make himself stop hugging Kylian. Whatever exhilarating high coursing through his veins right at that moment, it was preventing him from removing his arms from around his friend’s neck. 

“We did it!” He shouts into his ear. “We are going to the final Kylian! We are going to the freaking final!”

Laughter bubbles out of Kylian’s mouth and the french player tightens his grip around him as well “Yeah we did!” He shouts back; eyes glimmering with such intense happiness Neymar feels like he’s just won the game all over again. “PSG, in the finals.... who would have thought huh.” The last words are nothing but a whisper and all Neymar can do is smile just a bit wider and swallow down the emotions suddenly rising up his throat.

“Yeah.”

Kylian grins at him and he returns it just as bright. Suddenly a body crashes into his own and before Neymar can so much as utter a cry of surprise, they are swarmed by the entire team. Marco; the one currently clinging on his back, is busy singing at the top of his lungs as he pats their heads in a wave of childish excitement. 

“Ici c’est!” he cries.

And Neymar locking gaze with Thiago over Kylian’s shoulder, finds himself so utterly and unequivocal happy that he nearly stumbles over the word. “Paris!”

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“You should call him.”

He flinches. Finger stilling on the picture of a familiar face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Kylian snorts, he isn’t looking at him, not really. But Neymar can practically feel his amusement where he sits next to him. He almost frowns but barely manages to keep his face straight; finger hovering over the Messi icon before he clicks out of it. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?” Now there is no mistaking the humour in Kylian’s voice and Neymar really really wants to hit him. 

“Stop acting like it’s no big deal when it clearly is,” he snaps, finally turning around to glare at his friend.

Something in his tone most reveal the utter terror coursing through his veins because the teasing smile suddenly vanishes, replaced by lips drawn in worry and eyes filled with sympathy,

Neymar doesn’t know if he likes or hates this more. Either way, it makes him swallow hard and look away.

He was supposed to be Kylian’s comfort, not the other way around. But yet again, his friend proves to be more mature than he’d ever be. Yet again Kylian was there for him, helping him, listening to him.

It might have still lifted a weight of his shoulders all the same, if the pure sincerity in his teammates eyes didn’t so keenly remind him of one Lionel Messi. Someone he really didn’t want to think about right now.

“He’s not gonna hate you you know.” Kylian’s words are soft, gentle, but they still manage to rip him out of his depressing thoughts; dragging him back into the open. Exposed, confused. Neymar feels like he can’t quite breathe.

“You don’t know that.”

Kylian scoffs; it’s almost fond. “Sure I can. He’s your friend. He loves you. I’m pretty sure he’d want you to call.”

Something vaguely feeling like ease flutters around in his chest and Neymar finds himself leaning sideways until his head falls onto Kylian’s shoulder, letting his hair brush up against the other’s neck. “Yeah?”

A familiar waft of perfume invade his senses and then Kylian’s head is atop of his own; the french player’s cheek coming to rest against the clean shaved side of his head.

“Yeah.”

“Ok,” Neymar mutters, eyes staring at nothing and fingers drumming a meaningless beat against his knee. “Ok.”

Mbappe doesn’t stay for much longer than that. Shaking him off with a playful insult and giving the back of his head a thump before seeing himself out. Neymar almost, almost follows him out. Claiming that he’ll call Leo when he gets home, but a knowing look from the other makes him keep his mouth shut. 

Now or never it was apparently.

It takes him a good long fifteen minutes to finally find the courage to pick his phone back up and stare at the icon. The locker-room has emptied somewhere around five and Kylian had found him here a half an hour later. Now it was six and Neymar was still looking down at his phone; worry furrowing his eyebrows.

Would Leo even be home at this hour? It was six in the evening. Since there wasn’t a time difference between both their cities.... didn’t.... couldn’t Leo be out? Maybe he was eating with friends or spending time with his family? Who was Neymar to just barge in to.... do what? Tell him he made the final. It’s not Leo didn’t already know that. He probably watched it on the news. And Luis had told him they’d seen-----

“Ok,” he says out loud, sitting up straight and bringing the phone closer. “Get a grip Ney. It’s just Leo.”

It’s just Leo.

What’s the worst he could do?

Hang up on him?

So what?

Well, he wasn’t going to lie. That would probably hurt, but not calling would---

His pressing down on the icon and hearing the soft ringing echo through the dressing room before he can second guess himself again.

The phone rings once, twice, three times..... and Neymar is so close to turning the whole thing off and calling it a day when at the fourth ring there is a click and--

“Ney?”

It’s as if the ground itself crumbles under his feet and for a second Neymar is back in camp nou, listening to to Leo as he explains something absurdly mundane but it somehow sounding like art itself to his young ears. He can’t think. It all just goes blank. Sure they chatted every once in a while and sure Leo still checked up on him at the beginning of his departure; making sure he was settling in well and essentially hovering as Luis so helpfully pointed out that one day. But.... now....

He was going to the final and Leo--

“Neymar? You there?”

His mouth moves before he can think. “Yeah.”

“How have you been!”

Momentarily stunned by the casualness with which his friend greets him, it takes Neymar a second to reply. “Good,” he says. “Good. Just done practicing.”

The minute the words leave his mouth he wants to bite them back. Take them back because..... But--

“That’s great,” Leo says as if Neymar hasn’t just stepped on an unspoken landmine. “You need to be ready for the final.”

Neymar blinks slowly. Did he just say what he thinks he said?

“And by the way, congrats on making it through Ney. We’re all very proud of you.”

He hadn’t even.... And Leo just brought it up on his own and.... how did that make any sense and....

“Luis already talked to you so I’m not gonna mention him but Gary, Marc, Ivan and all the others are really happy for you. We knew you could do it.”

Leo is speaking so candidly about it all. There isn’t a hint of resentment and bitterness. He is.... genuinely happy for him and---

Neymar doesn’t quite know what to do with that.

“You knew I could do it?”

It’s all that he can make himself say; still reeling from the dump of new information suddenly being dropped on his lap.

There is a slight pause before Leo answers, but when he talks his voice is just as warm as always. “Of course. Me and Luis watched the match together. And I think some of the others did too. Luis cried Ney, practically sobbed on my shoulder.”

A surprised laughter startles out of his mouth before he can help it, and Leo stops talking. 

A second passes and then---

“There it is.” Leo’s voice is soft, fond, and just the tiniest bit sad.

Neymar reads it all. “What is?” he asks.

“You being happy. You don’t have to hide that from me, you know that right?”

Suddenly his eyes sting so badly Neymar finds himself blinking furiously, fist clenching around the phone. Because, why did he always feel like such a kid whenever Leo talked to him like that?

He was twenty-eight for crying out loud and yet--

“I know,” he mutters; voice only shaking slightly. “I just-” He can’t quite make himself continue. But Leo seems to know exactly what he is trying to say, because he cuts in gently, tone as understanding as ever.

“You didn’t want to rub it in?”

Neymar nods; forgetting momentarily that the other couldn’t really see him. It doesn’t matter though, because his silence seems to speak for itself.

“Ney,” Leo says slowly, voice finally dropping into something more stern. “Remember the World Cup?”

Confused Neymar nods. “Yes?”

A soft laughter. “Not the latest World Cup Ney. I mean the 2014 one.”

Wincing at the sudden unpleasant memories that bombard him, Neymar huffs. “I’ll never forget that one.”

A hum of sympathy rings out from the other side. “But remember when Argentina made it to the final?”

“Yeah?” Neymar really didn’t know where he was going with this.

“You said,” Leo says, voice going up with nostalgia. “That you wanted me to win. That you wanted me to lift the world cup even if it was with Argentina because I was your friend.”

“Oh.”

Maybe he did know where Leo was going with this after all.

“Yeah,” Leo mutters. “It was Argentina and you still backed me. Not because you suddenly grew fond of my home country because God forbid-”

Neymar snorts.

“But because you wanted to root for me. Because you knew how much it mattered to me. Even after Brazil lost, even after your dreams got shattered. You rooted for me because I was your friend.” A pause. “You’re not the only one who can cheer for someone else Ney. You’re not the only one who can put their own defeat aside and root for their friend.”

Neymar doesn’t know when he starts tearing up, but he is, he has and as he furiously rubs at his eyes, the rest of Leo’s words make it through the sudden warmth rushing through his whole body.

“Win it and play with no regrets. I believe in you Ney. I believe you can go all the way, so prove me right. I’m rooting for you.”

And it’s as if his whole world builds back up again in an instant. It’s as if he is standing on air and as if his feet are firmly planted on the ground all at the same time. It’s as if he can finally breathe again.

“Thank you Leo.”

“Of course Ney.”

...

Of course Ney....

It was that simple wasn’t it. That easy. Of course Leo would root for him. Of course he would believe in him. Why had he even worried about that in the first place.

“I’m gonna do my best.”

A familiar chuckle. “I don’t expect anything less.”

And Neymar is grinning now and then he’s cracking jokes and teasing Leo and.... it’s all so very natural.

Leo Messi.

His friend.

Neymar doesn’t quite know why he’d ever let himself doubt that.

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“You think your leg will be healed up before the game?”

He knows he’s teasing, and by the way Tuchel looks back at him with a mild frown but eyes dancing with humour, his manager does too.

“Hopefully not,” Tuchel answers, beckoning him closer. “Wouldn’t want to curse you before the match even begins.”

Neymar laughs, Tuchel grins. 

When he’s close enough to the water cooler, Tuchel grabs his wrist and squeezes. “Worried?”

Neymar is shaking his head before the word is even fully out. “Not really. I don’t do well with worry, you know that.” Tuchel nods.

Bringing up his own hand, the Brazilian curls it around the one holding onto his wrist. “Whatever happens tomorrow, happens. I’ll just do my best. So will the others.”

For a second, Tuchel is searching his eyes, but he seems satisfied with whatever he finds because he lets go of him and nods resolutely. “Good. Because you boys have done remarkable up till now. Defied the odds and we’re here now. In the final, so you play like you always do and I’ll be proud of you guys, no matter what happens tomorrow.”

He says the words so simply, and it’s not the first and probably not the last time Neymar hears them, still----

The utter faith Thomas Tuchel has had in him. Ever since he arrived, every moment of harassment, hatred. Ever since the disastrous world cup. Ever since his first injury.

No manager had ever believed in him like Thomas Tuchel believed in him.

And because of that faith he’d managed to..... 

“Thank you.” The words come out much more emotional than he expects, but Tuchel only nods at him in mild confusion. “You’re welcome.”

But....

But.....

He doesn't get it. Doesn’t understand what Neymar really means.

“No,” the Brazilian is saying before Tuchel can turn back to his tactic sheet. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Oh?” Now Tuchel seems intrigued and it’s all Neymar can do not to bury it all under a joke and run away. “What did you mean then?”

He shrugs.

“For everything.... for all this?” He waves around himself and shrugs again; feeling a sense of helplessness descend over him. “I mean.... for believing in me and stuff. I know that’s your job and everything but....” swallowing thickly he looks away. “But you had my back when everything was going to hell and....” his French is sloppy and he doesn’t really know if Tuchel is even getting what he’s trying to say, but... “I just wanted to thank you for putting your faith in me. Even if everyone kept telling you not to.... and yeah. That’s.... that’s what I wanted to say.”

When Thomas Tuchel engulfs him in a sudden hug, Neymar doesn’t fight it. He’s not even surprised to honest. Their beloved manager wasn’t very good with words at the best of times, but physical affection.... he always had that in spades. So he lets himself sink into the hug. Wraps his arms around the other’s waist; to prevent him from falling if nothing else, and buries his nose in his shoulder.

“You’re worth believing in,” is all Tuchel says, but it means the world to him. Means everything.

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“This is it huh captain.”

Thiago doesn’t quite look  back at him, but his shoulders pull upward and his back tenses. “Yes.”

Fixing his boots one last time; looking them over with critical eyes Neymar tries not to let his heartbeat spin out of control. “Your last match for psg I guess.”

It’s only then that Thiago turns around; captain armband still in hand and face set into a determined grimace. “Yes.”

Neymar grins at him then. It’s a bit hopeless and a bit sad, but more than anything it’s determined and resolute, and something in it most break through whatever walls Thiago has managed to build up around himself, because his shoulders drop, the frown lifts and his captain gives him one of his signature exasperated smiles. Neymar’s grin widen just a little bit more.

“It’s gonna be a hell of a game isn’t it?”

The older man shrugs. “I suppose it will be. Hopefully not too wild and with the right kind of result for us.”

Nodding quickly Neymar gets to his feet. “Of course.”

Sighing softly, Thiago gives him a look. “Do you always have to be so calm about everything?”

Grinning past the giant lump in his throat, Neymar shrugs his shoulder cheekily.

‘If I don’t lift the mood,’ he thinks. ‘Who will.’

“I’m just that kinda guy,” he says instead, pulling forward until he’s standing right in front of his captain. The others having already made their way onto the pitch. Warm up having started. 

“Let me do that,” he says, snatching the captain armband from Thiago’s distracted hand.

“I can do it myself,” his friend responds, going after the material with an exasperated frown, but Neymar holds it out of reach; dancing away from his captain when he gets too close. “Ney,” Thiago finally says in annoyance, and that puts a stop to their little game. But Neymar doesn’t hand it back either, not this time.

“Let me do it,” he says instead; voice no louder than a whisper. “Just this once?”

For the last time, hangs in the air between them, unspoken.

Thiago stares at him for the longest moment. Eyes unreadable and face a mask of a leader, but than the facade cracks and there he still is. The Thiago Silva he knows and loves. “Ok,” he says, a tiny flicker of a smile dancing across his lips. “But just this once.”

Just this once.

Neymar doesn’t dare try be funny about it.

Just this once.

“Deal,” he says, stepping closer and taking a hold of Thiago’s arm. “You can do it yourself next time.”

Nothing else is said between them after that Neymar carefully folding the material around the other’s arm, taking much longer than necessary and lingering for just a bit more. 

And then they are walking out together. Thiago slightly bit a head of him allowing Neymar to study the number on his back. 

2

He wonders who will wear it after.

He wonders if it will fit as perfectly on their back as it did Thiago.

He wonders a lot of things, but when he runs forward, slapping his captain on the back; fingers brushing against the familiar number briefly, he laughs, ducking out of reach of the oncoming slap across the head and runs out. Thiago’s annoyed voice trailing after him.

It didn’t really matter in the end.

They had a match to play and Neymar wasn’t willing to let anyone down.

Not Kylian who trusted him like no one else.

Not Leo who was always rooting for him.

Not Tuchel who believed in him.

And not Thiago who may play his last match today, but would always have his back.

Neymar would fight his hardest for PSG on that pitch. Because, it’s what they deserved, all of them.

The fans, the team, himself.

This would be a night to remember.

No matter what.

“Let’s go captain!” he shouts, leaping onto Kylian’s back and laughing when the other makes a startled yelp.

He hopes he never forgets this feeling. This feeling of utter love for the people surrounding him.

This feeling of Paris Saint Germain at the final of the Champions League for the very first time.

Ici C’est Paris

The End

[starlightseb]

breathe me • kylian mbappe

Requested by @redaestheticbich Words: 1614 Warnings: ((IMPORTANT!!)) Could be triggering for those who suffer from self harm/eating disorders. I DO NOT in any way condemn the romanticisation of self harm and encourage anyone who is suffering to reach out for help. Here are a few links to try and help you: mind: the organisation I used when I was going through a really difficult time and they helped me so much! NHS website: includes some further useful links for you Calm Harm: an app which I have found to be super helpful

Sending everyone love and happiness 💞

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There were good days and there were bad days. Some days she could wear whatever she wanted to and felt comfortable and confident, other days whatever she wore just made her feel shit about her body. It was always that little bit of fat on her stomach that would never go away. No matter what diet she went on; what exercises she did; how much she starved herself, it was always there, glaring at her in the mirror.

It was a very bad day for her that night Kylian had just come home from a game after scoring a goal and being Man of the Match. She was at the game and whilst during the game, she paid no mind to her body or her insecurities, she was just so focussed on the game and Kylian's performance on the pitch.

However, when she got home and the fact that she had eaten a whole bag of Haribo had caught up to her, she began to get that itch again. That itch to eat whatever she could find in the cupboards before throwing it back up again. Usually, this was enough to make her satisfied that she had done her job to stop that fat on her stomach growing anymore but for some reason, when she looked into the mirror she still felt unsatisfied. The fat on her stomach just made her feel ugly and sick, and it was this feeling that led her to begin to scratch and pinch the fat on her stomach, digging her sharp nails into skin, hoping to squeeze out the fat.

When the adrenaline of the whole situation passed, she looked at the mess that she had made on her own skin. It was all red with scratches, a purple bruise was beginning to from where she persistently nipped and pinched the skin and small droplets of blood dripped from where her nails dug in too far. Tears threatened to spill in her eyes, blurring her vision as she stared at her body in the mirror. She brought her shaking hand to her mouth, clenching her fist as she fit into her finger as she realised what she had done. She began to feel unsafe in her own mind and body, and knew she had to do something about it.

Quickly throwing a loose t-shirt over her head, she reached for her phone and dialled the familiar number. The sound of her therapist's voice was immediately soothing for her, and it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulder when she ranted off all her feelings to her therapist over the phone. As soon as she hung up, she put the date of her next appointment in her calendar before a notification popped up on her phone.

'On the way back home now, see you in 20 xx'

She cursed, and rushed about, trying to sort herself out. Kylian didn't know about the mental illness that she was suffering from. She was ashamed of it and thought that it would put him off her if he knew. She often told him that she was going out shopping when in fact she was visiting her therapist every week.

Initially, in the early stages of the relationship, the itch to act out against her body faded a little. She was too caught up in the thrills and excitement of being in a new relationship but as the relationship became public and she was in the public spotlight she became hyper aware of the way she looked and her body.

Jumping into the shower, she made sure the water was cold and winced as the water touched the inflamed skin on her stomach but endured it long enough to give her body a quick clean before wrapping a soft towel around her body. She reached for her most comfortable and loose pair of pajamas and tied her hair back in a messy ponytail, trying to create the look of her being relaxed, and not like she just had a breakdown in the bathroom.

She was casually sitting on the sofa, flicking through a magazine, when Kylian arrived home. His training bag slouched over his shoulder as he strolled in, dispatching of his shoes at the front door and leaving his training bag by the sofa as he leaned over to give his girlfriend a kiss.

"Well done, babe. You played so well." she complimented him, a smile plastered over her face.

"Thank you, baby." he ruffled her hair slightly, something he loved to do to her to tease her. She whined in protest, trying to sort her hair that had fallen out her ponytail as he flopped down in the sofa next to her.

She teasingly tickled his side to get back at him, causing playful giggles to erupt from him. Kylian couldn't control his body as he fell backwards onto the sofa, laughing hysterically. She decided to take advantage of his vulnerability, she climbed on top of him and continued to tickle his sides.

"Stop," he let out between laughs."Stop, I surrender, you win."

Finally she removed her hands from his body, stopping the giggles consequently. Suddenly, the playful mood faded away and was replaced by a mood more intimate as she reached down to touch Kylian's face, stroking his cheeks before placing her lips on his. He began to move his lips against hers, the moment getting more intimate as each second passed. It only stopped when Kylian moved his hands up her shirt, applying pressure to the sensitive and irritated area on her stomach. She winced immediately in pain from the contact, causing Kylian to break away from her almost instantly to give her a concerned look.

"What's wrong?" he asked, worry laced through his voice as he reached for her hand, which was beginning to shake in fear of being found out.

"Uh...it's nothing.." she mumbled jumping off Kylian and sitting beside him. Her gaze immediately dropped to the floor in shame, picking at her nails subconsciously.

Kylian sat up, alert. His gaze began to burn into the side of his girlfriend's head. Trying to process and analyse his girlfriend's recent actions, his head raked through various reasons and situations that let to her being like this. Eventually, he gave and reached for her hand again.

"Baby...tell me what is wrong. You are worrying me." Kylian attempted to grab her attention by rubbing circles on her hand in his light grasp.

Unable to utter a word with the tears forming in her eyes, she shakingly lifted up her pyjama shirt, just enough to reveal the red and bruised skin. Kylian gasped at the sight, instantly moving forward to touch it. She couldn't help the wince and the flinch as he touched it, causing him to remove his hand quickly, not wanting to hurt her anymore.

"Who did this to you?" Kylian asked, his shock being overwhelmed by a feeling of anger, his fists tightening at his sides.

"Me...I did it." she finally admitted in a breathy whisper, her arms subconsciously wrapping around her own wait to protect herself from him glancing at her again.

Kylian remained silent as he tried to process what she just said. This only caused her to feel even closer to tears as she convinced herself that this was the start of him leaving her. She couldn't help by sniff slightly as the first tear began to fall. Kylian realised this and immediately brought her in for a hug, squeezing her tightly and rubbing her arm reassuringly.

"Oh, baby..." he mumbled into her hair as she began to weep, her tears surely soaking his shirt. "I'm so so sorry you feel this way."

When she finally regained her strength, she emerged from his shirt and wiped the tears away from her face with her hands. "It's okay... I'm getting help with it...and it is helping. Today was just a hiccup. A bad day."

"It wasn't because of what I said this morning... was it?" Kylian hesitantly asked, referring to the fact he suggested that she should wear his bigger shirt to the game, not her smaller one. Guilt sudden overcame him, and he internally cursed himself for being a bad boyfriend.

"What? No! It had nothing to do with you...it was just that I felt I ate too much today. It was all my fault." she shook her head frantically.

"It isn't all your fault..." Kylian immediately said. "How long have you had to deal with this?"

"Since I was 17, but I am a lot better now than I was then. Therapy is really helping." she explained, playing with her hands.

"Is that where you have been disappearing to?" the pieces in Kylian's mind were finally all joining together and it was all beginning to make sense to him. All the little things he noticed in her behaviour.

"Yeah..." she shamefully replied, still looking towards the floor. "Kylian, if this is all too much for you, I will totally understand if you want to leave me."

"What? Are you crazy?" Kylian exclaimed, going onto the floor to try and get eye contact with her again, taking her hand in his. "This does not change in anyway the way I feel for you. I would never leave you because you are struggling. The next time you feel like this, tell me and I will do everything that I can to make it in any way easier for you."

She smiled feebly at his words before releasing her hands from his and intertwining her hands around his neck, bringing him closer to her.

"I love you." she mumbled as she placed her head on top of his.

"I love you too."  

[footballxixstars]

Marco Asensio

Marco Asensio born on the 21st of January 1996. He plays for Paris Saint Germain and Spain National Team.

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Blurbs

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OneShots

Pretend Fiancé/e ~ Marco asks you to pretend to be his fiancé to make his ex jealous. You may or may not have feelings for him and they may or may not grow

Water Fight ~ It’s a hot day and the Real Madrid boys decide to hold a BBQ. You have the perfect way to cool them down

Arts n Craft ~ Making a bunch of Easter decorations with your children

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Smuts

Christmas Present Surprise ~ You struggled for a Christmas present so you decide to dress up all nice for him

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MASTERLIST

[luvneymar]

Hii could you do a Neymar jr X fem!reader when they met when they were teenagers and when she was 17 and he was 18 they had Davi, they were best friends at first(they didn’t want to ruin their relationship so none of them said anything, but then they got drunk and had sex) but after they had sex and had a son together they started dating, because they had always been in love with each other.

now they are like 25 and 26, and she is a famous marvel actress(make her the scarlet witch pls) and they go to a premiere together, and everyone is obsessed with them, such a beautiful and powerful family.

I’m dying to read something like that, if maybe you decide to write this and, if you really like the idea, make it a series, I have more ideas!!

thank you if you’ll do it!! I love your writing so much!!

ps:sorry for my broken English, not a native speaker.❤️❤️❤️❤️✨

(1/2) FOREVER AND ALWAYS — NEYMAR JR

SUMMARY: You and your best friend have been in-love with each other since forever, one day you both get drunk and you end up pregnant

PARING: teen!neymar x teen!reader

It was a late Saturday night & you had invited Neymar over for alcohol, games & more alcohol. You both were laughing the night away as you played the 100th drinking game tonight. “Okay I’ve got a good one, Drink if you’ve ever cried during sex.”

You hesitated before chugging the vodka in your cup eyes avoid Neymar as much as possible, while you chugged he laughed loudly spilling his drink all over your carpet. “No way! You’ve actually have?”

You wiped your mouth of the excess alcohol dripping down your chin laughing along with him so hard you fell onto the floor. “I was 15 & in-love, the only reason I cried was because he kept asking if I came. Like yeah I came, to my senses.”

You both laughed until you couldn’t breath & you were pretty sure you peed your pants a little. Once you sat up you scooted yourself towards Neymar placing your head on his shoulder. “You’re Unbelievable.”

Neymar rubbed his hand up and down your exposed thigh stopping every 30 seconds to take another sip of his beer. You sat up turning your body to face him before continuing. “Okay, I have a good one. Drink if you’ve ever flashed someone.”

Neymar hesitated before taking a sip of his quick sip of his bittersweet beer, you stared at him in horror before laughing uncontrollably again barely able to construct your sentence. “You’ve flashed someone?”

“You haven’t?” As you both stared at each other before bursting out to laughter rolling on the floor type of laughter. For the millionth time tonight. “How did you even?” You asked as you sat back up downing the rest of your drink.

“It happened at a concert, it was by accident though.” He begun pulling your body closer to his as he handed you another bottle of vodka, you rolled your eyes at his confession knowing that was the complete opposite of the truth.

“Uh-huh. I know you Neymar.” You answered as you open the bottle pouring into your whiskey glass, as you did you felt Neymar’s eyes on your every move. “Oh really? In what way?”

“In all ways.” You answered shortly before placing the chewed up straw into your mouth, you noticed Neymar nervously gulp as he looked away. You giggled lightly nudging him in side trying to get him to face you again.

Neymar sighed hesitating before he finally pushed out the words he’s been meaning to say the whole night. You both were obviously attracted to each other and by the way you both acted around each other many people seemed to think so as well.

Neymar took a large sip of his beer before pushing out his deepest darkest thoughts. “Is it me or being drunk made you look really sexy?”

“Really? Tell me how.” Hearing you say that Neymar not only gained an extreme boost of confidence along a sense of relief also washed over him.

Clearly the alcohol was doing all the talking to the both of you since you placed your cup to straddle him, wrapping your hands around his neck. Your actions had shock Neymar but only for a second before he placed his on your waist

“Well I want nothing more than to touch your body, especially your breasts. I wanna kiss you & touch you.” Neymar whispered into your ear brushing hands up and down your waist. “Do it then.” You whispered back pulling his hands up to remove your shirt.

“Really? Are you sure this is what you want?” Neymar asked you for consent before continuing with anything before hand, “I don’t want to ruin our friendship or anything—”

“You’re gonna ruin this friendship if you don’t take off your pants and kiss me.” You whispered pulling him in for a kiss as you both shuffled your clothes off throwing them all across the room.’

“God you’re incredibly sexy.” Neymar pulled away from the kiss just so your lips would be a few millimetres apart before pulling you in for a kiss once again.

—

The sun shone directly into your eyes as you opened your eyes hand blocking the sun you realized you were completely naked right beside Neymar who was also completely naked. You shook him awake to ask what had happened. “What happened?”

“We fucked that’s what happened.” He groaned pulling the blanket over his head trying to block out the sun that was shining in his eyes. “God my head hurts.” You groaned sitting up pulling the blanket up to cover your boobs.

“Mine too, rock paper scissors?” He asked peeking his hand out from under the blanket, you won with your paper covering his rock

“You’re making the hangover tea, i’m gonna take a shower.” Neymar groaned, pulling the blanket right off his head as you left the bed walking towards the bathroom. As you passed the other side of the bed you felt a hard impact on your bare ass causing you to jump.

“Friends don’t slap each others asses.” You reminded him as you smacked him on his forehead before continuing into the bathroom turning back to look at his cheeky smile. You laughed before slamming the bathroom door.

“What we did last night wasn’t what friends do.” He yelled out jumping out of the bed and walking towards the door before you could lock it.

“But that’s what friends with benefits do.” He reminded you, you were already in the shower where the glass was blurred so you had no problem with him being in the bathroom with you.

“Whatever, I’m gonna grab the tea put it a cup & head to work. Remember to lock the door alright?” You shouted back as you heard the bathroom door close.

“See you later?” He peaked into the door to ask once more. “Maybe, Maybe not.” You answered shortly before shooting him away.

—

Ever since that day you’ve avoided Neymar like the plague despite making it very clear that you both were cool, the only reason why you were avoiding him was because you felt odd. Your boobs were tender, you’ve gained weight, you’ve been bloated and all the sorts.

You assumed you were just ovulating until you realized your period was late 5 days, you were never late. It hadn’t dawned on you until your friend Anne had groped you in the change room and you winced.

“Anne do that! That hurt.” You shrieked as you backed away from her holding your chest tightly, even hold your chest made your breasts hurt. “Your boobs are tender? What are you pregnant?” She laughed as she put on her shirt.

As she was chuckling at her statement she turned around and saw you frozen in position hands remaining on your chest standing with a look of horror & disbelief on your face.

She jogged towards you placing her hands on your shoulder shaking you back and forward trying to get you to snap out of your trance. “I was joking girl, you can’t be pregnant. Are you pregnant..?”

Hearing her voice snapped you out of your trance despite still holding your hands to your chest, you stood there staring into the distance trying to think of a reply .“I think so.” You replied nodding slowly finally facing your friend.

“The best way to fight fear is with information. I’ll be on the other side of the door.” She took to your hand into hers pulling you towards the change-room bathrooms knowing there had to be a pregnancy tests somewhere.

As you walked tower the bathroom as your legs shook in fear, you were a senior in high-school and was about to accept a full-ride to your dream collage. You felt nothing but terrified as to what could happen if the stick has 2 lines instead of one.

Your friend handed you a pregnancy test she found from another storage closet hugging you before she ushering you into the stall sending a warm smile your way; that smile made you know what no matter what the results were you’d be okay.

A few minutes after you walked out of the stall pregnancy test in-hand still loading the results, you walked towards the sink staring at yourself in the mirror as you clutched the test as tight as you could. Anne walked beside you taking your hand in hers. “Well what’s the result?”

“I don’t know it hasn’t say.” You answer shortly unaware that you were still sharing from the fear of all the possibilities. You never thought you of all people would put yourself in a situation where you could become a teen-mom.

“Okay let’s wait.” She whispered into your ear as her hand rubbed your back, as you both waited some time passed and you knew the test must’ve been done by now. “It’s up, can you look for me? I don’t want look.”

She took her hand off your back and grabbed the test from your hand taking a quick look at it before sighing, “Positive.” Hearing those words your knees finally gave out and you fell to the floor as tears begun to fall from your eyes.

—

Once you finished having your feelings you stood up from the dirty bathroom floor legs wobbling like a baby deer as you stood up wiping your tears away. Anne got up along with you “What are you gonna do now?”

“I don’t know.” You replied quietly “I have to tell the father I guess.” You took the pregnancy test from Anne’s hand and threw it at the wall as hard as you could, as it shatter into pieces you

“Do you know who it could be?” Anne asked you in a quiet voice as you both walked out of the change-room ignoring the shattered positive pregnancy tests on the floor.

“Yeah.”

“Good luck then, tell me what happens.” She patted your back as she exited the change room leaving you all alone in there, as you stood in the empty quiet change-room.

—

It had been a few weeks once the since you found out you were pregnant and you still hadn’t told anyone but Anne that you were pregnant, you wore double layers, walked as fast as you could & skipped first period so you could vomit in the bathroom.

Once you were finished throwing up in the stall for the 3rd today you exited the stall to see Anne standing right in-front of you with a disappointed look her on her face. “What?”

You pushed pasted her towards the sink to wash your mouth as she followed arms crossed & an angry look on her face. “You still haven’t told him that’s what! He came to me today asking for the 100th time why you were avoiding him.”

“Tell him it’s because i’m busy.” You muttered out as you finished washing out the vomit smell from your mouth, as you looked up at your reflection in the mirror you could tell that you looked a mess & everyone else thought so.

“No. I’m not lying to him the way you are, tell him today or I will.” Anne firmly replied walking out of the bathroom. Her sentence had just filled your entire body with rage even though you knew deep down she was right.

You had to tell Neymar you were pregnant with his child it was the right thing to do, but if he wanted nothing to do with you after he found out he could go on to live a full life while your a single mother begging for change on the street as you cant afford to feed your baby let alone yourself.

Once you exited the bathroom you bumped into non other than Neymar himself looking at you with an upset face that morphed so sadness once he saw how unwell you looked. “Finally! I can track you down, now please. Tell me what’s wrong. Is it something I did or—?”

“Come with me.” You cut him off dragging him by his blazer into the storage closet right between the boys & girls washrooms, as soon as you both were in the room you looked up at him as your eyes watered.

“What’s going on (name)?” He asked as he raised his hand to cup the side of your face. You sighed taking a breath of faith before continuing, “I’m pregnant.” You answered in a voice so frail & quiet not even a mouse could hear.

“What—?”

“I’m pregnant!” You shouted out looking up at him taking in what you had just said, he released his hand from your face just to pull you in for a hug as he caressed your hair. “It’s gonna be okay.” He whispered as you begin to bawl into his chest.

“We’ll be okay.” He told you as he pulled away not even acknowledging the snot & tears all over his uniform, seeing your eyes well up again he pulled you in holding you carefully as your knees gave out and you slid onto the floor.

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“How far along are you?” Neymar asked you as you stroked his hair while he laid in your lap snacking on the chips he stole from the vending machine while waiting for you outside of the bathroom.

“I don’t know but it’s been a few weeks since I took the test so, 2 months? 2 and a half?” You answered stealing a handful from his bag, he smacked your hand before it could even exit the bag. “Why’d you wait so long to tell me?”

“Because you know how easy it is for teen dads to abandon their children while the mother is stuck with them.” As you confessed your true thoughts about this situation causing Neymar to sit up from your lap to stare at you.

“Well, you know me. I’d never do that to you. You know that.” He replied sitting up against the wall with you handing his chips over. As you took a handful of the over salted chips you answered his sentence with another question.!“What are we going to do now?”

“Well do you want to keep the baby?” Neymar asked the question you’ve never given much thought too, you’ve told nobody about your pregnancy so you thought if you hadn’t told anyone it wasn’t real. “Do you?”

“My football career is taking off so If you decided to keep it i’ll provide for both of you.” Neymar replied before laying his head back down on your lap snatching his chips back to find them almost empty.

“So we’re keeping it?” You questioned as a conformation to all of his questions/answers. “I guess so.” He answered nonchalantly munching on the crumbs of the chips before tossing the empty bag to the other side of the dark closet.

As you both say in silence just enjoying each others precedence after a long time of being apart you finally asked the soul crushing question you’ve been meaning to ask. “Do you love me?”

“If I didn’t love you I wouldn’t sleep with you.” He answered nonchalantly trying to ease his own nerves, the moment you asked the question all he wanted to do was shout yes.“It’s yes or no Neymar.” You answered smacking him on the forehead.

“Geez and I thought girls had a knack for this. Yes Im in love with you. So madly in-love with you that I want to raise a child with you.” He grumbled out rubbing his forehead trying to fade the red spot forming on his face. “Good.”

“Good?” He questioned, looking up at you with a confused look on his face, you laughed at the expression on his face before continuing, “I was just making sure you loved me too.”

“Do you love me?” He continued his questionnaire sitting up to stare at you as best as he could in the dark. “Did you not just hear me say ‘loved me too’?”

“It’s yes or no (name).” He flicked your forehead quite hard causing you to wince at the pain shooting throughout your forehead. “Ouch!” You grumbled out turning your head away from him. “Yes I’m madly in-love with you as well, or whatever.”

“Good.” He kissed your cheek before laying back down onto your lap. You both sit in silence again just enjoying each other‘s company before you reminded him after remembering something funny, he had said a few months ago.

“We’re not naming him Neymar Junior Junior, if it’s a boy of course.” You reminded him settling into your original position of his head on your lap & your hand in his hair. “Wouldn’t dream of it. It’s a mouthful anyway.”

“Do you have more chips?” You asked feeling your stomach rumble as you suddenly remember you vomited up everything you ate this morning. “I do, not for you though.” Neymar admitted as he opened another bag of chips he pulled out of his pocket.

“Do you hear that?” You asked listening around for a noise that wasn’t even there.

“What?”

“Your baby crying because their daddy won’t feed them.”

“Oh please.” As you both laughed at your lame joke you heard on the intercoms; “(Name) (Last Name) & Neymar Santos please return to class.”

“That’s our cue, soooo I’ll see you later?” You asked as you stood up from the floor dusting off your uniform.

“See you.” Neymar kissed your cheek before leaving the storage closet and walking back his class.

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[the-offside-rule]

Christmas Oneshots List

Day 1 - Mason Mount (Manchester United) - Play Pretend

Day 2 - Carlos Sainz Jr ( Scuderia Ferrari) - First Snow

Day 3 - Pablo Gavi (FCBarcelona) - Skating Rink

Day 4 - Marc Marquez (Ducati) - The Gift That Keeps On Giving

Day 5 - Jude Bellingham (Real Madrid) - An Unexpected Gift

Day 6 - Alejandro Garnacho (Manchester United) - Cuffin' Season

Day 7 - Max Verstappen (Red Bull Racing) - Reconsider *smut*

Day 8 - Lando Norris (McLaren) - Dress Up

Day 9 - Jack Grealish (Macnhester City) - Snowman

Day 10 - Oscar Piastri (McLaren) - The Little Things

Day 11 - Trent Alexander Arnold (Liverpool) - Jolly

Day 12 - Charles Leclerc (Scuderia Ferrari) - Christmas Tree Topping

Day 13 - Kylian Mbappe (Paris Saint Germain) - The Lights of Paris

Day 14 - Daniel Ricciardo (Alpha Tauri) - Wrapping Mistletoe

Day 15 - Frenkie De Jong (FCBarcelona) - Baking

Day 16 -Pierre Gasly (Alpine) - Die Hard

Day 17 - Rodrigo Riquelme (Athletico Madrid) - Elevator Secrets

Day 18 - Mick Schumacher (Mercedes AMG) - A Coffee and a Miracle

Day 19 - Anthony Gordon (Newcastle) - Freezin'

Day 20 - Liam Lawson (Mugen) - The Art of Decorating

Day 21 - Riqui Puig (LA Galaxy) - Surprise!

Day 22 - Jenson Button (Brawn era) - Snowball

Day 23 - Harvey Elliott (Liverpool) - Break a Leg

Day 24 - Mitch Evans (Jaguar) - Meeting You

Day 25 - Evan Ferguson (Brighton) - Fairytale of New York

[FROM THE VAULT]

Andy Robertson (Liverpool) - Silent Night

Gary Neville (Manchester United era) - Are You Sure?

Julian Alvarez (Manchester City) - Feliz Navidad

Martin Ødegaard (Arsenal FC) - Pinnekjøtt

[hellofutbol]

Stolen Moment in the Tunnel

Request: Hi ! I love your one shots !! :) Can I request one with Neymar? The reader is Neymar's girlfriend and she comes to one of his games and some of the players from the other team start flirting with her,  and he gets jealous and protective :) (AshleyDorina)

There are some days where you love your job and then there are those days that you really wished that you could just stay home and in bed the whole day. Today was one of the latter days. Unfortunately for you, since it was game day at the Parc des Princes, you were forced to be at work, no matter how shitty you felt. The only bright side to this was that you were able to see your boyfriend, Neymar.

All the players were lining up in the tunnel and so needless to say, there was a lot of commotion going on. Given the fact that you had a headache, it wasn’t the most ideal situation or environment to be in but bared with it. After all, you were technically on the clock, so you couldn’t very well complain. You stood there and watched as the players lined up one by one waiting to exit the tunnel and go onto the field.

It wasn’t long before you saw your boyfriend. Your eyes met his and when they did, they softened. Your headache seemed to lessen slightly, and everything just felt right. You knew that you wouldn’t have time to wish him luck in person, so you had done it before he had left the house this morning. Even so, you flashed Ney a smile and gave him a thumbs up to wish him good luck once again.

Paris Saint-Germain were playing against Marseille today and so you knew that this was going to be a fierce competition. In fact, all around the stadium there was a different kind of tension. Le Classique days were always a bit tense and so you knew that your boyfriend was slightly nervous about the game.

Seeing you smiling at him to wish him good luck, Neymar smiled back and nodded. He had received your unspoken message and was grateful for it.

You were just about to go back to focusing on your job when a figure blocked you from doing so. Coincidentally, it also blocked Neymar’s view of you. Looking up, you realized that it was a person standing in front of you. Being familiar with the players of Marseille, you knew exactly who it was. It was Remy Cabella.

You found it odd that he was standing in front of you, especially with a smile on his face. They two of you had never met before so you didn’t know why he had approached you. Not wanting to be rude however, if you were than you risked getting fired, you smiled back at him.

“Can I help you with something?” It was the politest thing that you could think of saying.

Hearing you speak Remy’s smile just seemed to get bigger. “Actually, you can. I was wondering if you are busy tomorrow night? I noticed you a little while ago, and you’re very beautiful, so, I wanted to come over here and ask you to have dinner with me. I promise you, you won’t regret it.”

The more he spoke, it was getting harder and harder for you to keep that fake smile on your face. You didn’t know why he was in front of you but hearing that his intention was to ask you out, you could feel your patience slipping. Your headache was making everything so much worse. You weren’t in the best of moods already and so, Remy asking you out was really trying you.

With a sigh, you finally answered him, being careful to make sure you weren’t offending him. You couldn’t afford to lose your job. “I’m really sorry, I have a boyfriend, so I can’t. Thanks for the offer, though.”

You really hoped that he would walk away at that point. However, that didn’t seem to be the case. He was making you uncomfortable and now, more than ever, you wished that you were back at home with Neymar.

“Oh, sorry about that. I didn’t know you had a boyfriend. You just didn’t look like you had one.”

His words confused you slightly. How does one ‘look’ like they are in a relationship? Is there some kind of a visible tell to inform the rest of the world that you’re in a relationship? With marriage, obviously, it’s the ring, but what about if you’re not married? His words didn’t make sense to you. Not answering, you simply fake smiled and nodded at him.

You really wished that he would leave you alone, but that didn’t seem to be happening. Even you standing there silently, not talking to him, didn’t seem to deter him. The noise level within the tunnel as well as the awkward situation made you desperate to leave, but you couldn’t.

Remy looked like he was about to speak again, but thankfully, this time someone cut him off. “Are you alright, babe?”

When you heard your boyfriend’s voice coming from your left, you couldn’t help but relax. A genuine smile came up on your face as you turned to face him.

“I’m fine. I’m good.”

Neymar looked like he didn’t believe you. His gaze went back and forth between Remy and you. You could tell exactly what was going on in his head. It wasn’t the first time he had gotten jealous over some guy talking to you and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. He looked like he was about to say something to Remy, but you stopped him. You didn’t want matters to escalate any further. Your head hurt, and you had already told Remy that you had a boyfriend.

Grabbing Neymar’s arm, you stopped him from saying anything. Quickly excusing yourself from Remy, who had just stood there staring back and forth between you and Neymar finally understanding your relationship, you pulled him away. Pulling him away to a corner where you hoped you could get some privacy, you spoke to him.

“Don’t start anything with him Ney.”

Neymar scoffed at your words but didn’t say anything. He knew what you were referring to, his habit of getting jealous if a guy so much as looked at you, but he pretended to be ignorant. You couldn’t help but smile. Your boyfriend could be really cute when he got jealous. You would never tell Ney that straight to his face, though. It would hurt his ego. You chose instead, to try to look like you were scolding him.

“I already told him I was in a relationship.” Unable to keep up the scolding façade, you wrapped your arms around him and pecked him on the lips. “Besides, you know I love you more than anyone else in the world. You have nothing to worry about. I would never run off to be with someone else. Especially, a player from Marseille.”

Your words seemed to appease your boyfriend because you could feel him relax. He no longer looked like he wanted to argue with Remy for trying to ask you out. You were curious as to why he had come up to the both of you, anyway. It wasn’t like he knew that Remy tried to ask you out. He had been too far away in the tunnel to be able to hear your conversation with the Marseille player.

“How did you even know to show up when you did?”

Neymar looked around the tunnel for a while before he answered your question with a sigh. “I heard one of the other team’s player talking about how Remy was going to ask you out. That, and the fact that I couldn’t see you because he was blocking my view made me come over there. I didn’t like knowing that someone was asking you out when you already have a boyfriend, so I figured I’d set them straight.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Well, thank you for that. Even if I still think you have no reason to be jealous.”

Leaning up because Neymar was taller than you, you once more pecked him on the lips. You were about to pull away, when he wrapped his arms around your waist and deepened the kiss. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you completely forgot that the rest of the world even existed. You forgot all about the fact that you had a headache. You forgot all about the fact that there were still many people in the tunnel who could see you guys. You just focused on the feeling of your boyfriend’s lips on yours.

When you finally remembered that you were supposed to be working, you pulled away from Neymar with a blush on your cheek. Looking around, you noticed that the two of you hadn’t attracted too much attention. You felt slightly relieved. When Neymar was about to lean down and claim your lips again, you stopped him by placing your index finger on his lips.

“You have a game that your supposed to be lining up for. Also, I must get back to work. If my boss sees me messing around with you, I’m going to get fired.”

Neymar pouted slightly, even if he would never admit to having done so when you finally pushed him in the direction of his teammates. You smiled as you watched him go. You would never admit it, but you were glad for your boyfriend’s jealousy. After all, it had led to a small stolen moment in the tunnel that you had thoroughly enjoyed.      

A/N: This was requested on Wattpad. I hope you guys like it. 

[footballxixstars]

Kylian Mbappe

Kylian Mbappe born on the 20th of December 1998. He plays for Paris Saint Germain and France National Team.

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OneShots

The Doctor ~ Going to Brazil and Kylian gets injured so has to go to the hospital when he starts to like the doctor.

Ballet Recital Girl ~ Kylian gets made to go to the Opera Garnier and falls in love with one of the dancers.

Period Pains ~ You and Kylian were meant to be going Christmas shopping but your period became known causing you to have a day on the sofa with him instead

Last Minute ~ Kylian decides to go last minute Christmas shopping and needs some help picking out presents

Ice-Skating ~ You and Kylian decide to kill some time and go ice skating. Kylian is not very good at it.

Surprise Christmas/Birthday Party ~ Throwing Kylian a surprise birthday party which also happens to be a Christmas party because of the time of his birthday

Bunnies Lay Eggs? ~ Kylian wondering why the Easter bunny gives out eggs

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Smuts

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MASTERLIST