#to everyone mentioning Mbappe

[marfian]

Guys you don't understand, Messi has suffered so much humiliation from everybody, both from people here in Argentina and the media, and foreigners.

This was his last world cup, his last dance. He is 35 years old and playing the way he does.

The entire team deserved this so much and we as a country are so proud, so happy. Literally, crying. Moreover considering everything that happened around the world cup with all the controversies with the media and certain people who dismissed latinamerican football.

Messiento feliz. Al final son medialunas, no croissants, ahre.

[lottins-only]

THE ALCHEMY

pairing: kylian mbappe x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: swearing, mentions of mental illness

summary: working at real madrid is a dream come true— until kylian mbappe, football's biggest star and the last person you ever want to see, joins the club. as tensions rise between you two and the lines between frustration and fascination blur, you wonder: can you truly resist the man you've sworn to hate?

A/N: based on this request. i know club employee x player is a bit overdone but i had so much fun writing this! let me know if it's worth continuing. pls also share any other thoughts you have in my inbox or in the comments, i love hearing from you guys <3

“it’s almost time!” your boss whisper-yells as he runs into the break room, the sudden interruption jolting you so much you spill coffee from the mug you were holding onto your pristine white shirt. “quick, everyone get ready!”

you set down your mug carefully, looking down at your ruined shirt with a sigh. it was bad enough you had to come in early today for his presentation, but now your daily morning coffee ritual in the break room was ruined – all for real madrid’s newest galactico.

after doing his medical exams, touring the training facilities and meeting his new teammates, kylian mbappe apparently insisted that he see the club offices before his stadium presentation, ‘to meet the employees that he now calls family’. you’d snorted when you read the email announcing his visit, irritated at the fact that you’d have to play nice to the most arrogant, self - absorbed person to ever step foot in madrid.

you figured he’d make a quick stop on the first floor to see the social media team. that was the department the players engaged with the most, anyway.  no way he’d go all the way up to the fourth floor, where the finance department resided. yet, here you are, standing with the rest of the team, facing the door, waiting to be graced by the presence of the best player in the world.

naturally, he’s running late. 

“we have our weekly meeting in 15” you frown, looking at your phone. “what’s taking him so long?”

“forget the weekly meeting. we’ll reschedule” your boss, who loathes postponing anything, waves you off dismissively. he’s unusually smiley today, practically vibrating with excitement. he even has the new mbappe jersey in hand, no doubt to ask for an autograph. you’ve never seen a grown man fanboy this hard; it’s kind of pathetic if you think about it. 

your ears perk up at the sound of commotion outside the double doors, where you can see there’s a small crowd of people forming. the doors swing open a few moments later and in walks the talk of the town, flanked by a couple staff members, what looked like his personal assistant, a small camera crew, and a bodyguard. you can hear the collective intake of breath from the room as soon as he walks in.

“hello, everyone!” he walks to the center of the room, practiced smile plastered on his face. " how's everyone doing? i'm really happy to be here!"

the team immediately erupts into applause at his words. you reluctantly join, rolling your eyes.

he starts shaking hands and exchanging quick hellos as he makes his way further in the room. when he approaches your group, he stops in front of your boss. you can't help but notice how his beige polo shirt and white shorts make him stand out sharply from the dozens of people in the room dressed in bland office attire.

"we-welcome to real madrid!" your boss exclaims, stumbling over his words. you stare at the ground, fighting the urge to laugh.

“thanks, I’m excited to meet all of you,” kylian replies warmly, his gaze shifting to you for a brief moment. “and you are…?”

" y/n l/n, financial analyst" you say, putting on your best fake smile. "pleasure to meet you"

"pleasure is all mine" he murmurs, extending his hand towards you. you shake it, and his grip is surprisingly firm and warm. you maintain eye contact, searching for something in his face.

“sorry, I was wondering if you could sign this?” your boss interrupts, gesturing to his jersey.

"of course" kylian says. you overhear your co-workers gushing over him as he signs the jersey, declarations ranging from "he's more handsome in person" to "i can't believe he's actually here". he has a small smirk playing on his face as he listens, the jerk. of course what he needs is more fodder for his already inflated ego.

after handing your boss his jersey back, he turns back towards you , catching you off guard. “so, how long have you been with the club?”

"two years" you respond. "best workplace in the world, as i'm sure you're going to find out"

"oh, i already know'" he says, shoving his hands into his pockets. "i've been obsessed with this club since i was a little kid"

"really?" you tilt your head skeptically. " you didn't give that impression the past 6 years or so"

silence.

his eyes narrow, and was that an irritated look crossing his face? your heart races when you realize you've struck a nerve. he looks at you– really looks at you for the first time. before, you were just one of many he was obliged to make small talk to for the cameras but now you're the annoying woman who dares to question him.

“it's been a long road, i admit” he says carefully. “but i’m here now, and i’m just really happy”

“the biggest signing bonus we’ve ever given – i'd be surprised if you weren't over the moon” you say drily.

he clears his throat, smile completely faltering for a moment. “money isn’t my motivation”

“sure it isn’t!” you chirp sarcastically.

"no, really. i have plently of that already" he smirks, his gaze lazily dropping down to your chest. "you have a stain on your shirt, by the way”

"can we- shall we all gather for a group photo?" your boss, who was watching the entire exchange with a horrified look on his face, waves everyone over. he shoots you a pained look as he ushers kylian into the center of the group, mouthing a 'what the fuck???' over his shoulder. you grimace as you stand off to the side, arms crossed.

kylian lingers for a little bit after the photos, chatting with eager people, which, let's be honest, is everyone else besides you. a few minutes later his assistant announces that he needs to be on his way to get ready for the stadium presentation, so he makes his rounds again, shaking everyone's hand and saying goodbye individually.

when he approaches you, his smile fades a little. it thrills you to know it takes him more effort to fake his niceties with you.

"it was nice meeting you..." he looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to finish the sentence.

you almost roll your eyes, of course he’s pretending not to remember your name.

“it’s y/n” your boss supplies when you stay silent. he’s grinning,  just glad to be of service to the great kylian mbappe.

“y/n, yes!” kylian’s eyebrows rise in feigned realization. He gives you an exaggerated apologetic shrug, then leans in close, whispering just for you, “sorry, y/n, it’s just that some names are…forgettable.”

"just like some nights are forgettable,” you whisper back “or at least you wish they were, just because they’re so fucking bad.”

he gives you a genuinely confused look, a question in his eyes.

“yeah, i’d block out the memory of lasting one minute too” you smirk. “ I still have your watch, by the way”

his eyes widen so much it’s almost comical. there’s an undeniable look of recognition on his face. oh, he remembers now.

he opens his mouth to say something, but he’s whisked away by his entourage. he's actually running late for his presentation now.

you shake your head as you watch him go. he's exactly as you remember him: all charm on the surface and arrogance underneath.

this is the story of how you come to despise kylian mbappe. it starts off six months before that fateful morning in madrid, in packed nightclub in paris. you're on a weeklong girls' trip, your first time in the city of love. you've done all of the activities on a tourist's checklist: gone sightseeing, had some of the amazing pastries, and of course, taken the mandatory instagram pictures.

on your last night, you and your friend decide to go to some of the most exclusive clubs in the city  – your friend, who does pr for the big fashion houses, has connections that get you past doors.

you're just coming out of a period of depression, something you’ve struggled with throughout your life. after several months of feeling like a grey cloud was hanging over you everywhere you went, you crave some excitement and spontaneity— basically something to remind you you're alive. and so you're a woman on a mission that night: to find a hot man and hook up with him. no strings attached.

it turns out, you don't have to look far. you're on the dance floor of the first club you visit, moving amongst the hot sweaty bodies when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

you turn to find a tall, burly man looking down at you.

“my friend wants to buy you a drink” he says without introduction, pointing up to the vip section where you honestly can’t see anything through a wall of bodyguards.

“okay” you say, smiling. “he can buy me a drink”

there’s an unspoken statement from his end. he wants you to come up

“how old is he?” you ask more out of curiosity than anything else. there’s no way you’re going with him. “and how tall?”

the bodyguard is obviously taken aback. “uh, he’s 25, and…6 feet?”

“6’2 and above only, sorry” you say, giggling as you walk away to your friends who are waiting at the bar.

before long, you find yourself on the dance floor again, pressed up against someone with your back to their front, swaying to the rhythm of the music. You don't even know what they look like, but their body feels strong, solid. when their fingers graze your hips, you flip around, curiosity getting the better of you.

to your credit, your face doesn’t give away the fact that you know this person. that you’re probably one of his biggest fans in the world. that you watch even the most boring of psg games just for him. or that you want him at your club so so badly. no, you’re smart enough to arrange your face into a facade of nonchalance.

the first thing you notice is the smell of dior sauvage, and then the pretty dimples he flashes you when he sees you’re facing him.

“your dimples are pretty” you shout over the loud music. oops. looks like you’re in the ‘speaking without a filter’ stage of being drunk.

“thanks” he says into your ear. “why did you say no to vip? i was hoping you’d come up”

realization hits. oh.

“you’re not 6 feet tall!” you shriek gleefully, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “your bodyguard lied”

"yeah, I'm 5'10" he’s got a look of amused confusion on his face. “not sure why that matters though”

“that’s kind of short for a guy” you say. “you chose the right sport”

he raises his eyebrows, perhaps surprised you recognize him. “let me buy you that drink. and maybe we can talk about something other than my height?”

and so it begins. you spend the next thirty minutes at the bar pretending you both don’t know where this is leading and what you both want. you talk about madrid, how your time in paris is going. you don’t mention your employer, and he doesn’t talk about his impending transfer. he’s surprisingly witty and observant, something you don’t expect from a celebrity, and certainly not a footballer. at one point in the conversation, his hand lands on your thigh and it doesn’t leave. you’re drowning in anticipation, in want.

finally, he suggests you take this somewhere else. somewhere quiet, where you can 'talk more'.

you say yes. soon you’ve said your goodbyes to your friends and you’re in his car, and you don’t even know where you’re going, because you've both dropped all pretenses and are making out in the backseat. he's great at kissing, and even better at making you forget your name as soon as he touches you.

you hesitate for a brief second when you see you’ve arrived at a hotel a few minutes later, but his hand is warm on yours, so you let him lead you inside. everything after this is a blur— you remember the short elevator ride, his room key flashing, his lips immediately finding yours again as soon as the door clicks shut.

inside the room, your kisses grow heated, but they’re sloppy and unfocused. his hands are everywhere, sliding all over your body frantically. you both stumble over to the bed hazily, clothes disappearing off your bodies in the process.

it’s fast. so fast that you don’t realize it’s began until it’s over. afterwards, he collapses against you in a breathless heap, and you can only stare at the ceiling, trying to fend off the crushing weight of disappointment.

you roll him off your body slowly, but he doesn’t protest because he’s already dozed off. the alcohol has dulled your thoughts and your senses, but you can’t shake the creeping sense of hurt. somehow, sleep takes over you as well.

you stir awake a few hours later. the other side of the bed is empty, but you can hear movement from the bathroom. you're rubbing your eyes, groggy, when something catches your attention —his phone, which sits on the bed side table, is unlocked and displaying a text conversation.

don't do it, you think, do NOT do it.

but your hand treacherously reaches out and grabs the phone. you find that it’s a group chat of him and his friends. you skim over the texts quickly, aware that he's just in the other room.

tchaga: Kylian where tf are you???

kylian: with that girl from the club

ous: bro we stopped by your place you weren’t there

kylian: you know I don’t take groupies to my place what if she’s like in love with me

ous: 😭😭

tchaga: was it worth ditching your friends

kylian: I don’t remember a lot tbh. sucks, because I had to pretend I wanted to talk to her for like 30 minutes before we got to the hotel🙄

kylian: think I’ll head out before she wakes up and it gets awkward haha

your stomach immediately starts to churn with a mixture of humiliation and hurt. you're not an idiot, you knew what you signing up for when you left that club with him. a fun, meaningless hookup was what you wanted. but you didn't think it would be this. you're nauseous with disgust— not just at him, but at yourself. he brought you to a hotel, took what he wanted, and now he's laughing about it with his boys. you feel cheap, like he used and discarded you.

the worst part is, you used to like the guy. you were a huge fan of him as a footballer, and maybe even harbored a little crush on him. now you don't even want to see his face ever again.

you put the phone down quickly when you hear the bathroom door creak open, closing your eyes and pretending to sleep. you can hear him as he quietly moves around while he gets dressed. seconds later, you hear the click of the door shutting behind him.

just like that, he's gone.

you're not far behind him, eager to leave the room and the night behind. as you're gathering your things, you spot his watch on the bedside table. in a flash of anger, you stuff it in your purse along with your belongings. you also see he’s left a note, but you throw that into the trash without reading it. then you're out the door.

so, that's the story of how you come to hate kylian mbappe: in one careless, thoughtless night, he crushed the fragile self esteem you managed to rebuild over the past couple months, leaving you feeling smaller than ever. like you're worthless.

and now he's living in the same city as you, playing for the same club you work for. he's got everyone wrapped around his finger, worshipping the ground he walks on. and you? you'll never not despise him, that's for sure. come hell or high water.

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[wavypotatochips]

i have something in my mind

could you write kylian having an important meeting but readers at home and she’s sick and she calls kylian but he doesn’t answer and when he comes home he sees her like she fainted or she’s very sick?i need some comfort kylian , 😊 thank you

𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 | 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Word Count : 1k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Ugh I love 'comfort someone who is sick' scenarios, they are always so cute to me (': Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you like how I conveyed your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Request are temporarily unavailable, ILY mwah mwah ♥

You're lying in bed, feeling absolutely terrible. Your head is pounding, your nose is stuffy, and your body feels like it's on fire. You know you need more medicine to help with your fever, so you grab your phone to text your boyfriend, Kylian.

You type out a message asking him to bring you more medicine. You wait anxiously for a response, but none comes.

You start to feel frustrated and helpless. You're in so much pain, and you need his help, but you don't want to seem too needy as well. You try to distract yourself by watching TV or reading a book, but you can't focus on anything.

As time passes, you start to feel worse. You're so uncomfortable, and the pain seems to be getting worse. You decide to try texting Kylian again, hoping that he's finished with whatever he is doing and can come to your rescue.

But once again, there's no response. You feel like you're in agony, and you don't know what to do. You start to worry that something might be seriously wrong with you. You try to call Kylian, but his phone goes straight to voicemail.

You're feeling so alone and helpless, and it's making you even more anxious. You wish that you had someone to take care of you, but you know that Kylian is a very busy man and you don't want to bother him.

Meanwhile, Kylian is in a very important meeting with Nike, discussing a collaboration that could potentially skyrocket his career to new heights. The room is filled with executives, all intently focused on the discussion, their eyes trained on Kylian as he presents his ideas and strategies that he has been meticulously working on for months. He is confident and articulate, impressing everyone in the room with his creativity and expertise.

As the meeting reaches its final stages, Kylian's phone vibrates loudly on the table, interrupting the otherwise silent atmosphere. His phone is upside down, so he cannot see who is blowing up his notifications. He lets out a small laugh in front of the executives and reaches for his phone, apologizing for the interruption, and quickly silencing it.

As the meeting comes to an end, Kylian turns on his phone while walking back to the car. The notifications are coming in slowly since the phone has restarted, but he sees there are multiple missed calls and messages from you. He tries to call you back, but there is no answer. He feels a growing sense of concern, wondering what could be wrong. Kylian calls again, but there is still no answer. He starts to worry that something might be seriously wrong now and quickly gets into the car, practically speeding to the house you two share.

As Kylian drives, his mind races with all the possibilities of what could be wrong. He remembers that you mentioned feeling a bit under the weather starting last night,, but he didn't think it was anything serious. Now, he starts to wonder if he should have taken your symptoms more seriously. Before turning into the neighborhood, he is stopped by a red light, causing him to groan in frustration. He picks up his phone and goes to the messages, finally seeing all the messages you sent hours ago. He feels terrible for not being there for you.

Once the light turns green, Kylian quickly stops at a local CVS to pick up medication. Luckily, it is nighttime, and there are not many people out, so he is able to use the self-checkout without any delay. As he rushes home, Kylian's mind is filled with worry and guilt. He hopes that he can make it up to you and provide the care and attention that you deserve.

Kylian's heart pounds in his chest as he frantically searches for you, his mind racing with worry. When he finally spots you in the living room, his heart sinks at the sight of your weakened state. You look so pale and fragile, as if a gentle breeze could knock you over. He rushes to your side, setting down the medication and taking a seat beside you. He gently places his hand on your forehead, feeling the heat radiating from your body, realizing that you have a fever. Kylian's heart aches at the sight of you in this condition.

You let out a soft groan as Kylian's hand brushes your forehead, sending sharp waves of pain through your head. You slowly open your eyes, feeling Kylian's concerned gaze on you. You try to speak, but he quickly silences you with a gentle shake of his head, "I'm so sorry, my love. Stay still and let me take care of you now." He leans down to kiss your forehead lightly, being sure not to cause any unnecessary movement.

Kylian's sole focus for the next few hours is taking care of you. He knows that you haven't eaten all day, and so he prepares some porridge for you. He carefully places a small amount in a cup and brings it over to you, helping you sit up so that you can eat. He even adds your medication to the porridge, knowing that it will be easier for you to take. You are extremely nauseous, but Kylian remains calm, reassuring you and helping you take the medicine.

Once you've finished eating and taking your medication, Kylian scoops you up gently in his arms and carries you to the bedroom. He places you softly on the bed, making sure that you are comfortable and have everything you need. Throughout the night, Kylian remains by your side, checking your temperature, bringing you water, and comforting you with soothing words. He feels guilty that he wasn't there for you earlier, but he is determined to make up for it by being the best partner possible.

Eventually, the medication starts to take effect, and your fever begins to subside. You drift off to sleep, with Kylian sitting beside you, holding your hand, feeling grateful that he can be there for you when you need him the most. As the night wears on, Kylian's focus remains solely on you, forgetting about his work responsibilities and everything else. His only concern is your well-being, and he is willing to do whatever it takes to make sure you recover quickly.

[meowmeowmessi]

it's funny how media and several news portals are saying philipp lahm "tore into" and "slammed" messi in his interview regarding psg's ucl match against bayern when it's clear —once you read what he said instead of jumping to conclusions after a mere glimpse of the headlines— that he actually sympathizes with messi and sees that he has absolutely no help in the team

[blueaetherr]

always forever

pairing: kylian mbappe x fem!reader [she/her]

warning(s): none

summary: the one where they (separately) reflect(ish) on their relationship at an anniversary party

now playing: everything interlude + everything by kehlani

Everyone and everything should be in the right places now.

Sighing, Y/N diverted her eyes away from her phone and observed the large venue in question. At first glance, her thoughts materialised to be right. 

Everyone seemed to be in their own worlds, amusing and appreciating the company of one another. Tweens and kids playing mini-games and running around to avoid the telling-offs of moms and aunties, older teens chilling by the grand stairs discussing viral internet topics, and adults gossiping, debating and dancing spontaneously in the hall. No one seemed out of place; it was accommodating and open to all. 

So for the first time in a while Y/N leaned her head back and exhaled, allowing her thoughts and mind to fall uncomposed for a moment. As an event planner, it was in her nature to want the best for her clients, to care deeply and honestly about the results. But seeing as her clients this time were her parents who were celebrating their 30th wedding anniversary—two adults who loved her unconditionally, indescribably—she wanted to go above and beyond with no room for mistakes. 

Then she frowned. Going to look at her phone, she mentioned, "Maybe I should—"

"I don't know what you're going to say, or what you're thinking but it's fine." A voice lingered from behind her, the owner of it soon finding himself way by her side. When her gaze finally met his, Kylian grinned and assured, "The food is fine, everyone's loving it. No, you don't need to order more, there's enough for everyone. And even if there wasn't, there's already a whole team to deal with it. Now that you know all that stop stressing for a minute please."

"I'm not stressing out, and I won't," Y/N crossed her arms, even shrugging. "I'm calm, fine even."

"Give me your phone if that's the case," Kylian said, holding out his hand. After their few years of dating Kylian soon came to realise that Y/N's (business) phone was her lifeline. She had it everywhere she went, having everything on there. Clients, brands, companies, potential locations for events. For his own amusement he wondered how long she could last without it.

Nodding, Y/N placed her phone in his hand. It was known Kylian had a big ego. She would do anything to prove him wrong, even if she meant she had to lie to do so. "Not that I need it... but when do I get it back?"

"When I feel like giving it back," Kylian chuckled as he slipped her phone into his suit pocket. Offering his arm to his girlfriend, he continued, "Now, c'mon. There's something you gotta see."

Joining hands they walked up the open staircase, passing by the older teens in their heated debates, passing by kids playing their improvised games, and made their way onto the first floor where you could receive an aerial view of the ground level, where you could see everyone and everything. That's when all of Y/N's worries began to fade out.

This was the first time she actually cared to acknowledge the venue she booked. The hall itself was open and vast and spectacular with a historical yet contemporary appearance, something she hadn't been able to experience only from the ground level. Then when you paired the venue with the celebrated couple, the guests, their attires, the music playing, the variations in dancing, everything she had been envisioning for the past few weeks just fell into place.

"When I said everything was fine I wasn't saying that just to say it. I meant it. I mean everything is fine—great—and all thanks to you," Kylian said, squeezing her hand. "I think they seem to think so too."

Following his glance her gaze fell upon the celebrated couple of the evening, her parents. By the front they formed a small circle with some friends, sharing some heavy conversation with their expressive smiles and waves of laughter. It was evident that there was fun and all between each word. 

"They were made for each other, huh?"

"I'm a bit biased with that, but yeah," Y/N laughed a bit "... I think so." From a young age everything about her parents' relationship always appeared romantic and ideal to her. From friends to family, they could never mention the two without mentioning things along the lines of inevitable, in love, strong bond, soulmates and all of the above. And it seemed to be true. 30 years of marriage and three kids later and everything everyone had been saying over the years still held up.

"For the longest time since I was a kid, seeing them interact was always just a breath of fresh air. Even when they argued, disagreed, during their hardest times, they were still... them," she breathed out, leaning on the pillar by her left. "And they still are, of course."

"And it rubbed off onto their kids too," Kylian observed. From his time with his girlfriend, the concept of love ran well deep in the L/N family. Both of Y/N's brothers were in their respective relationships and he could easily see their dad's qualities in them.

She scoffed out of a laugh, her lips curling up. "I want to say more on me than on my brothers."

"If that's what you really think," Kylian hummed, soon consumed with laughter when Y/N decided to flip him off. Calming down, he continued, "I really loved your parents' speeches, especially your dad's."

"Yeah." Watching her parents laughing between themselves, she felt her face ease as she grinned. Part of the reason she went all out for her parents was mainly because she really admired their love and partnership for one another, both pure and long-lasting. Some decades together kinda made them living proof of everything she wanted in her own relationship. Also, they simply deserved some appreciation and celebration. "Wait, why did you like his so much?"

"I never truly loved anyone before you. And I never want to know a world after you, either," Kylian recited. "Reminded me of what I want to be for you. That is, of course, if you'll let me try."

Listening to her parents' speeches—listening to their highs and lows, how they met, highlights of their marriage (so far)—Kylian noticed that neither bothered to utter those three words. Then he understood something; her parents didn't need to. The way they spoke about one another, the way they would look at one another, it was all enough to let him know how they felt. He felt like if he ever did hear them say them then it would feel underwhelming.

There was no replicating their love, Kylian knew that well. It was too unique and personal to try. Still, he wanted something unique and personal and strong with Y/N. Love that couldn't break down permanently. Love that could be built up again when hard times hit. Love that was kind and forgiving and whole. Love that he could offer Y/N anytime and anywhere. That was enough to keep him at ease and secure in their relationship.

Feeling her dimples sink in, she nodded, openly accepting Kylian's care and love. 'Cause just like her dad taught her, you deserve love, and you'll always be deserving of it. "Of course, and me too for you."

"Now, let's dance."

There they were in the sea of guests on the dancefloor, smiling, dancing and singing along to their favourite songs. Smiling at one another in love, awe and wonder, laughing whenever they would misstep on a turn or swirl, leaning on each other for that physical support and closeness with so many bodies around them. In true happiness and enjoyment.

As Kylian and Y/N danced and smiled and clowned each other for reasons beyond dancing, despite being subtle and casual, they became the main event in that moment, stuck in a timeless interlude. To friends, to family, to her parents. Suddenly, they were on public display, their relationship and love, too. And it was all... wondrous, so wondrous, and delicate and endearing and intimate. 

In their dancing, their smiles and jokes galore, unknowingly, they were everything they wanted and needed to be for each other, sharing love that was indeed unique, personal and strong.

[lieutenantfloyd]

Hi!

I'm from Poland, so please forgive me any mistakes, english isn't my first language.

I was wondering if u could write something for Kylian. Like reader being a normal girl, out of spotlight, having normal job, and dating Kylian. It's still pretty early in relationship, and his family is kind of reluctant about them dating, because they are scared she is using him for money and fame, but then they see how she takes care of him maybe for example she helps him change or shower when he's injured, and they change their mind

Aimer et être aimé - K.Mbappe

Football masterlist

Pairing: Kylian Mbappe x Fem!Reader

Summary: While recovering from an injury, Kylian's family comes over for dinner. Reader, who's been caring for him, hopes to make a good impression and prove she loves him, not his money or fame.

Warnings: domestic fluff, mentions of injury and medications, Kylian being a softy

a/n: Hello and thank you for the request! Your English is perfect :) I hope you enjoy this!

* Please excuse any mistakes as I don’t speak any French and instead used my knowledge of Spanish and Portuguese (plus some research into French itself) for the French dialogue. 

Returning home from the market, you are greeted by a quiet house.

You shuffle into the kitchen with grocery bags and Kylian’s medicine in hand. Once everything is inside you make your way down the hallway and into your shared bedroom.

Opening the door just enough to peek inside, you immediately notice Kylian’s sleeping form. He’s wearing a white hoodie and grey pants and positioned just how you left him; laying on his back with his injured leg propped up on a few pillows. You also notice how his coffee colored brows were beginning to crease from the pain medication wearing off. The door closed with a click as you decided to let him get a few more minutes of sleep. Not only did his body need time to recover, but you knew he needed to be well rested by dinner time.

Returning to the kitchen you carefully and quietly put the shopping away before preparing Kylian’s meds. His family would be coming over today, and soon you would start preparing a nice homemade meal in the hopes it would help you impress them.

You enter the bedroom once again, only this time with the intention of waking him up. You make your way to the bedside and softly sit down. Not wanting to startle him as he’s still soundly asleep, you ghost your fingers over his delicate features. After a few moments, he stirs under your touch and his eyes soon flutter open.

“Good afternoon, chéri,” You giggle softly, appreciating the peaceful moment.

“Hello, mon amour,” Kylian says in a sleepy voice. He pushes up into a sitting position and takes the cup and bottle of water from you. After he takes his medication, you reach for his crutches and help him out of bed. The move to the common room is a slow but steady process. One that, like all the other habits you’d formed since the beginning of your relationship, had become second nature to you. You helped him get situated on the sofa and gathered a few throw pillows to prop his leg up in the advised position.

Now that he was settled, you left him to play video games while you entered the kitchen. You made quick work of locating the ingredients and kitchenware you needed to prepare the meal. The sounds of Fifa and his teammate's voices over the speakers filled the room as you began boiling the water for the pasta.

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An hour later, everyone was seated at the table and having a pleasant conversation. Twirling your fork through your pasta, you tried your best to swallow your nervousness. Even though you and Kylian hadn’t been together very long, you had already met his family as you often attended his games together. However, this was the first time you were all together in a formal way. His younger brother Ethan had taken a liking to you immediately, while his older brother and parents remained cautious.

Kylian was young, rich, and one of the most famous athletes in the world. Millions of people would kill to get close to him, just for a chance at money and fame. These things didn’t influence your feelings for him at all, but you weren’t foolish. Anyone, especially those closest to him, was safe to assume you would use him for his status and break up with him once you got what you wanted. for the same reason millions of others.

“So, Kylian, has y/n been helping you?” His father asked, eyeing you both closely.

“Of course. If I’m honest, She’s always there for me when I need her even before my injury.”

“That’s wonderful.” His mother said pensively.

“It sounds like you make a good pair,” His older brother said before pausing “Assuming you’ve been supporting her too.” He nudged. Causing him and Kylian to jokingly argue with each other with Ethan quickly joining in. Their parents looked at their boys lovingly before turning back to you.

“As you can tell, we’re a close knit family. I know your relationship is still relatively new but I have to ask, do you think you’re ready to put up with us, and them, long term?” Mom asked nodding towards the three boys emersed in their playful argument.

Swallowing your sip of water, you nodded before voicing your reply.

“Of course. For as long as you’ll have me.”

-

Standing in the doorway you and Kylian bid goodbye to his family. But not before they hugged you both and promised to stop by again in the next few days. Once the door was closed and the dishes were in the sink, you let out a shaky breath and sank down onto the couch next to him. Feeling the stress of familial expectations falling from your shoulders, you were thankful that the night had gone even better than you had hoped for.

“Tired?” He questioned.

“A little bit. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine. Although I’d be better if I was holding you.” He teased, opening his arms wide for you. You rolled your eyes dramatically before settling against his chest.

He took the opportunity to kiss your cheek before placing his chin on top of your head.

“Thank you, ma chèrie.”

“Of course.” You replied. Your voice muffled slightly by the material of his sweatshirt.

“Not just for this. Or the meal, or for hosting my family, but for everything.” He confessed. I meant what I said earlier. I’d be lost without you and your help.”

His words caused you to shift happily in his arms. You hesitated before replying, trying to keep the butterflies in your stomach from spilling out of your mouth.

“Well then it’s a good thing I’m around, isn’t it?” You grinned up at him.

"Sans l'ombre d'un doute" He hummed contently.

* Aimer et être aimé - to love and to be loved

* mon amour - my love

* ma chèrie - my dear

* sans l'ombre d'un doute - without a shadow of a doubt

[femme4ngel]

jealousy 🧸- kylian mbappe

( this was actually a request, i hope u like it!)

𐐪♡𐑂 summary: suddenly you find yourself getting jealous of your boyfriends best friend.

𐐪♡𐑂 : kinda angst but everything turns out okay!

𐐪♡𐑂 pairing: kylian mbappe x fem reader

you know you shouldn’t feel like this. you know they’re only friends. you know he doesn’t see her like that. but still somehow jealousy starts eating you from the inside. everytime he says “ she will be there too” or “ i went out with her last night”, your stomach twists into a sour knot. and you know he would never. he would never even look at another woman like that. but still. you can’t stop thinking about how close he holds her, his hands on her waist, the kisses she gives him, the pictures the paparazzi takes of them, the instagram stories and captions. she’s been his best friend for two years now, and you have been together for 4. you never had any problems with their relationship, you were never jealous or bitter. matter of fact over the years you became quite close with her as well, going on “threesome” dates, going to the cinema together or rooting for kylian from the stands. but in the last two weeks something changed. kylian became somewhat distant, and as he drifted away from you, he became closer to her. you realize that he’s been ditching you for her more frequently, telling you he’s s going to hangout with his friendgroup and you realizing he was only with her from paparazzi pictures later. this evening you decided to end the overthinking and just talk to your boyfriend. you arrived to the award ceremony ( to which you came alone, while kylian arrived with her…). you felt confident in your dress, the red velvet hugging your curves, your hair was in a slicked back bun, and you were wearing a gold necklace kylian gifted you. you circle the room, anxiously looking around searching for kylian or at least some of his teammates. you end up finding kylian sitting at a table, squeezed into her, with their heads pushed together, whispering about something. you feel a sudden pain in your chest, and tears start forming in your eyes. you quickly blink them away and approach your boyfriend, lightly tapping his shoulder to make him realize you arrived. he looks up to you with a surprised, guilty look on his face, staring at you for a second then standing up and pulling you into a hug.

-“ hi y/n i think your seated next to ney actually, at that other table.”- he says, pointing at a table on the other side of the room. your so confused. first of all he never calls you by your name. it’s always bebe, or amour or love. and second of all why aren’t you sitting next to him? he’s kylian mbappe for christ sakes! he could’ve talked to someone at the event about the sitting arrangement! he could’ve made sure that his girlfriend would be the one sitting next to him! you stare at him with an angry, hurt look on your face but end up deciding on not confronting him in front of all these people. you just give him an ugly look and walk away. you can feel his eyes on you but decide to ignore it, walking up to neymar and his friends. the rest of the evening actually goes pretty well, ney is very sweet and funny, you find yourself laughing and having fun, not even thinking about kylian. everything is going okay till kylian wins an award. because then, he walks up to the stage and says thank you to everyone. (i mean everyone, from his first coach to his gardener) except you. he even gives a special shout out to “his best friend, who has been so helpful to him in these past weeks.” thats the point you lose it, and not caring about the cameras or anything anyone has to say you walk out of the room with the tears now flowing down your face. you just feel confused, awful and unwanted. why did he even invite you here? why didn’t he mention you in his acceptance speech? you were the one who was there for him 24/7. you were the one drying up his tears, the one healing his heart after every lost match, the one making him food, the one giving him massages. you were the one giving him all your love. you storm to the bathroom,sitting with your back to the door and just start sobbing into your hands. after 30 seconds you feel a push on the door and as you move away to look up you see kylians face peeking into the bathroom.

“ go away kylian. please leave me alone. ill get a cab and get out of here as soon as i can. and you can go wherever you want to..” - you tell him, looking up at his face with the tears sliding down your cheeks, your chest hurting.

- “can i come in please? amour, can you move further from the door? “- he asks, and his voice is so soft and kind you automatically do as he says.

he enters the room and sits down next to you, now his back is at the door. he looks straight into your eyes, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

- “im so sorry for hurting you in any ways. i know your upset, and i think i know why. can i explain?”- he looks so guilty, his eyes are full of hurting.

you dont reply anything just nod, while sniffling and wiping away the tears.

- “i think your hurt because iv been so cold and distant, right? and because i didn’t mention you tonight. and because… you weren’t sitting next to me.. am i right?-“ he asks softly, keeping his eyes only on your face, holding your hands in his, drawing circles on your palm with his fingers.

- “yes. and i.. i dont know iv just felt so unwanted. and i didn’t wanna run out on you like this! iv been meaning to talk to you, but it just got too much. “- you reply. you can’t even look him in the eyes, now that your realizing how dramatic you acted. but at the same time he really hurt you, and maybe this was an appropriate reaction? you keep gazing at the floor, slowly relaxing into his touch. your just know realizing how much you missed him, his body, his words, his comfort.

he takes a deep breath before talking.

- “okay i know this is gonna sound ridiculous. but. we have been planning a surprise birthday party for you. it was going to be huge, iv invited your whole family and.. if i just spent too much time with you i would have blew the surprise! if i look at you for too long, i just cant keep anything to myself. you are my best friend and i cant keep secrets from you, and.. and this was a very important surprise. i know its dumb, and i’m so sorry for hurting you, i just really wanted this to be unforgettable.”

you can’t believe your ears. all this for a surprise birthday party? your boyfriend has been icing you out because he was planning you a party?? oh god. you suddenly feel awful and guilty. how could you think he was cheating on you? and with his best friend? thats when it hits you. shes a professional wedding and party planner! so thats why they have been spending so much more time together… she was helping him plan your party!

you start laughing,which results in kylian looking at you like you v gone mad.

- “what? … are you okay amour? are you not mad at me?”- he asks with a rather confused expression on his face.

-“ no no no im not mad at you silly. i love u so much. but please next time never ice me out like this. id rather you ruin the surprise then not spend time with me. “- you tell him, wrapping your hands around his neck, giving him a deep kiss.

he’s surprised but so glad and relieved that your not mad at him. you end up kissing on the bathroom floor, your hands in his hair ( he’s okay with You messing up his waves…) his hands on your back, caressing you through the dress. the night ends when someone tried to come into the bathroom, thats when you gather yourselves as quickly as you can and exit the building, basically running to a car like someone’s chasing you. youv been missing kylian and kylians been missing you, and you show eachother just how much when you get home..

[n0vazsq]

So American | Arda Güler x Reader

pairing . . . arda guler x singer!songwriter!reader

summary . . . After releasing a new song, the last person (Y/n)'s fans expect to be the special guest at her concert is Arda. Then, they start to speculate that the song is about him. And after they're caught out together, they have no choice but to reveal their relationship

request . . . yes!

word count . . . N/A

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . olivia rodrigo // reader is born in america so she is legally considered american but can be any ethnicity you want!

alexavia yaps . . . omg i finally got to start writing this!! tysm for requesting this ada <33 mwah mwah <3 ALSO IDK ANYTHING ABT REAL MADRID OTHER THAN THE PLAYERS SO IDK WHOS FRIENDS WITH WHO OR WHO HATES WHO! legit put my blood sweat and tears into this so i hope you like it!

yourusername

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yourusername so american is finally out!! thank you to everyone who helped me write this song <3 and a special thanks to my muse, star boy. i couldn't have done it without you, love you so so much!!

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username i can't get this song out of my head mother y/n slayed

username A LOVE SONG OMG??????

username WE HAVE BEEN FEED

username ARDA AND VINI IN THE LIKES???

username didn't kylian say that they always play her songs before practice??

username omg yeah and arda said that its his dream to meet her

username manifesting that she turns out to be dating someone from real madrid

sabrinacarpenter playing this on repeat

yourusername i legit can't get you out of my head

username y/n please write a song about me i'm waiting

madisonbeer it's so good you don't even understand

yourusername says you? yours songs are always blasting in my house

chappellroan couldn't have asked for a better song

yourusername couldn't have asked for a better friend

ynupdates

liked by ynsings13, ynngossip_, username and 429k others

ynupdates at yesterday's so american madrid concert y/n mentioned a special guest! who do you think it is? can it be star boy, or is it someone else?

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username I WAS THERE YESTERDAY!!! I SAW A BUNCH OF PEOPLE THERE

username omg me too!! i was near the stage and i saw some footballers and this guy called carlos signs? idk what his name was

username i was a bit higher up but i zoomed in with my phone and saw arda guler, kylian mbappe, vinicus jr and jude bellingham

username who's idea do yall think it was to go to the concert??

username my bet is on arda or vini

username my friends' cousin was there and he said that y/n was waving at the front of the crowd a lot

username i'm watching the concert from a pirated video and omg she is!! idk who it is tho </3 the visibility is so bad

username GUYS what if the special guest was special guestS and it's the real madrid team??

username that actually wait work what??

ardaguler

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ardaguler thanks for the invite y/n! we really loved the concert ❤ one of the best concerts ever tagged: yourusername

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username EXCUSE ME?? THE HEART?? THE BACKSTAGE PHOTO??? THE PROXIMITY?? IM DEAD

username how did he get SO close to y/n im shaking

yourusername it was a pleasure to have you there <3

ardaguler it was OUR pleasure to be there

username IS HE THE SPECIAL GUEST?!?!??!

username WaIT WAIT WAIT THE BACKSTAGE PICTURE IM QUAKING IN MY BOOTS WTF

username IM CRYING WHY HIM AND NOT ME

vinijr thank you for posting us! really appreciate the picture you chose of me

judebellingham did you not understand that compared to y/n we are specks of dust?

kylianmbappe he got 2 pictures of us together and 20 thousand pictures of y/n in a split second

ardaguler no problem!

username not arda taking 2 pictures with his friends and 20k of y/n HELP

username i mean i would too if i saw y/n live and she was infront of me

yngossip

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yngossip what do you guys think? tagged: yourusername, realmadridcf

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username and then y/n said "Can't have a conversation if it's not all about you" AND GUESS WHAT?? Y/N KEEPS YAPPING ABOUT HOW GOOD OF A FOOTBALLER ARDA IS AND HOW SHE'D LOVE TO MEET HIM

username she's only 18 but a lyrical genius gotta give to her

username AND THE FIRST THING SHE SaYS IS "Drivin' on the right-side road" AND SPAIN DRIVES ON THE RIGHT sIDE

username arent yall overthinking this a bit??

username MISS Y/N YOU ARE NOT SLICK

username WHEN WILL THIS BE OVERRRR

username can she just hard launch already??

username y/n likes to torture us she wont

yourusername

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yourusername a teeny tiny clue. ps: he's like a poem i wish i wrote

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username I HATE YOU Y/N

username WE DEMAND A HARD LAUNCH

username am i seeing right or is that not ardas reflection on the boat?? (avia: lets just pretend theres a reflection on the boat)

footballwags

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footballwags arda guler and y/n l/n spotted around madrid. sources say that so american by y/n is about arda. what are your opinions and thoughts?

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ynngossip_ hi there! just wanted to say that some fans spotted arda at all of y/ns concerts! even the concerts from her EP tour.

rmadridtea. y/n was also spotted in real madrid games since 2023. some fans claim that they spotted her in fenerbahce games

username so its confirmed? its real?

username we just have to wait for their hard launches / conformation

username if this is true im gonna cry like my two fav ppl getting together??

ardaguler

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ardaguler guess we got exposed. she's so american and also the love of my life tagged: yourusername

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yourusername

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yourusername i can finally declare my love publicly, my star boy. i'd call you pretty but that's not enough to describe you tagged: ardaguler

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ardaguler

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ardaguler i present to you, the best girl in the world. couldn't have asked for anyone better tagged: yourusername

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kylianmbappe congrats to you two!

vinijr you finally will stop whining about not being able to post her

judebellingham young love, vini, young love

madisonbeer my fav couple <3

yourusername and i couldn't ask for a better muse and boyfriend. lysm <3

ardaguler love you more

yourusername

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yourusername my boyfriend, my bestfriend & the loml. that's the post. i love you more than anything. tagged: ardaguler

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ardaguler impossible because i love you more

yourusername no

ardaguler yes

vinijr you two disgust me

yourusername yet you're always third wheeling

sabrinacarpenter more love songs coming soon??

yourusername very soon. my muse has been giving lots of inspo

madisonbeer cant wait for the new album

yourusername neither can i omg

vinijr

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vinijr young love, i suppose. even if i hate third wheeling them, these two are very cute and sweet tagged: ardaguler, yourusername

username MOTHER AND FATHER

username they're so cute it's making me cry

username not vini being the older brother third wheel HELP

username i need this oml

username when will it be my turn??

username my wish in life is this

username STOP THE PICS OF Y/N IN REAL MADRID MERCH VISITING THE MATCHES AND THE PICS OF ARDA AT HER CONCERTS IM GONNA START SOBBING

username my search history rn: "how to get relationship like y/n l/n and arda guler"

judebellingham they're so downbad for each other

kylianmbappe can't wait for a break from arda's simping

madisonbeer the cutest couple ever!!

sabrinacarpenter my wife and her boyfriend

chappellroan the best romance book, 5 stars

ardaguler i love you more than the earth and the stars and the galaxies

yourusername and i love you more than anything to ever exist in the universe and anything beyond the universe

ardaguler you're the best thing that happened to me

yourusername you're the best thing that happened to me too <3

ardaguler love you

yourusername love you more

[i0veless]

LET ME MAKE IT CLEAR :: KYLIAN MBAPPE

𖥻 SUMMARY ー [ best to eradicate rumours -  in style ] 𖥻 PAIRING ー [ kylian mbappe x fem! rapper/singer! reader  ] 𖥻 GENRE ー [ fluff, suggestive content?, texting au ] 𖥻 WORD COUNT ー [ 1.2k ] 𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ making out, long distanstance?, rumors, mentions of twitter - let me know if I missed anything ] 𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ anon requested, "could you, please write a story about kylian mbappe and a rapper reader who is like nicki minaj pls" personally, I loved this request and it got me listening to a lot of nicki's music again, and this was actually inspired by one of the queens iconic verses - so hope you like it. also sorry for the lack of posting I have been having major writers block and lack of inspo, hopefully I should get a lot more works out in the next 2-3 week ]

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The rumours were part of the job. Part of the job description is being a celebrity, and in many ways, it could both help and hinder you - especially if you were a woman. On the one hand, it could boost your career; on another, it could sink it faster than the Titanic. Y/N L/N, an influential rapper and singer, knew all too well the impact of having baseless rumours thrown at you. Her name was attached to everyone and anyone (at some point or another) with no rhyme, reason or proof. So it made sense that she chose to ignore most of them and focus on herself and her private life.

Yes, her private life was why everyone speculated, as people wondered who had stolen her heart. The rapper had stated that she was in a relationship multiple times but refused to specify with who as she wished for the relationship to remain private. But you know, the internet, they can't keep their noses out of other people's business. So naturally, the witch hunt began, and Twitter went up in flames every other day, trying to figure out who had captured the up-and-coming star's heart. No name was off-limits.

In the beginning, Y/N found all the hilarious speculation amusing, laughing about it with her friends (who were said to be possible love interests), but after a while, it started to get on her nerves. People were relentlessly holding on to the topic like a dog with a chew toy, and after six months and a discussion with her lover, she finally decided to put the rumours to rest - in style.

"Are you sure?" the rapper's close friend and manager Monica asked for the nth time of the night as they stood backstage. "I'm positive Mon. I've talked with Ky about it, and he agreed," the couple agreed they were going to reveal their relationship on one of the most important dates of the music calendar, the 67th Grammy Awards. But in a far more creative way than most normally would. As they say, nothing conveys emotions better than music.

"Now, welcome to the stage for her first-ever grammy performance Y/N L/N!" stepping out on stage, the air was heavy with tension as the crowd of fans and other music alumni were eager to see the artist who had been nominated for 5 Grammys preform. The lights dimmed, and the backup dancers got into their positions as the backtrack began to play.

"I never fucked Giroud. I never fucked Neymar. On my life, man, Fuck's sake. If I did, I'd menage with 'em, And let's eat my ass like a cupcake. My man full, he just ate, I don't duck nobody, But tape. Oh, and yeah, and by the way, my man's name is Kylian Mbappé." The audience was shocked at the freestyle rap, and the camera panned to the faces of other celebs to get their shocked reaction. The most notable one was that of the queen bee herself Beyoncé as she nodded in approval and bopped to the beat, while another memorable response was that of one of her best friends, Doja Cat, as she was losing it with laughter.

The freestyle then segued into her Grammy-nominated song Woman, as the flawless choreography and unforgettable spotlight moments made it one of the night's best performances. It ended in thunderous applause and multiple viral moments. As she walked backstage after the successful performance, she wiped off the thin layer of sweat from her forehead. She opened her phone to find it crowded with thousands of notifications, but the only ones she was only interested in were those from the love of her life - Kylian Mbappe.

KY KY

people are already talking lol by the way great performance mon ange your ass looked great on the carpet give me a private concert later?

Y/N only if you can keep up mon roi

KY KY you know I love it when you speak french ma reine

Y/N what can I say I have a great teacher

KY KY you know I can teach you so much more than french

Y/N really? I doubt it babe

KY KY come back home and I'll prove you so wrong mon amour

Y/N baby you know I can't I have press and shit to deal with

KY KY ik ik but a man can dream can't he

Y/N have fun entertaining yourself my dear

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KY KY your gonna get it when you get back

Another thing you should know about being a celebrity because it makes you an awfully good liar. Now there was no sinister intent behind Y/N lying to Kylian. The rapper just wanted to surprise him, so as she pulled into the new PSG training centre, she kept a relatively low profile as the new owner of five Grammys did not want to attract any unwanted attention. Walking to the reception, she was greeted by one of the coaching assistants and a few cameras. She had let them in on her plan to surprise her boyfriend, and in return for their help, they would get a video for their youtube channel.

As they walked towards the outdoor training area where the first team where hard at work, sure, they all looked hot, but Kylian was miles more than the others. Hot and sweaty, looking like some sex god rather than a Ligue 1 player. The number seven played a round of Tika taka with Neymar, Messi, Ramos, Hakimi and Veratti. He was oblivious to what was happening as Y/N slowly crept up behind him - placing a finger over your lips to tell his teammates to keep quiet after they noticed your presents.

"So Kylian, how's everything with your girl" Neymar, the little pot stirrer he is, had to milk this situation for its worth so that he could have something to tease his teammate with later. "Great man, I mean, god, she's perfect. I know it's a bit early to say, but I can see myself marrying her." safe to say everyone's hearts melted at the French player as he gushed over his girlfriend. Tried to hide, Y/N embraced her boyfriend in a hug from behind. "I love you too, Ky."

Turning around in shock, safe to say, Mbappe's eyes were larger than a football as he spun his girl in the air before kissing her. "What are you doing here? I thought you had work." the football star asked with nothing but love and affection as he buried his head in the crook of her neck. "I missed you. And I wanted to surprise you. Also, I lied." the rapper said, giggling at the look on his face. "Why you, little" With that, Kylian threw her over his shoulder and ran off with her as she screamed in fear and begged to be put down. Kylian refused.

As everyone watched the reunited couple get lost in their world, they couldn't help but smile at how happy the two made each other. "They are gonna get married," Ramos said, taking a sip of his water. "And I will be Kylian's best man," Neymar said jokingly. "Hate to break it to you, brother, but as long as I live and breath, that position is not available", Hakimi chimed in bluntly.

[applejuicefruit]

This might sound weird but can i request Olivier Giroud x teen reader, like where they are neighbours and reader’s parents are like drunk and drugged people so he takes care of her? In a fatherly way❤️❤️

I really love your blog! You writings are my favorites❤️❤️

Okay so you’re telling me there are NONE writings about Olivier Giroud on this app?

THIS MAN NEEDS MORE APPRECIATION

Thank you so much for requesting this! This one actually feels very personal to me.

I hope you like this💓

(Let’s pretends Oli doesn’t have kids and a wife in this story okay🤭)

also tw : domestic abuse, drug and alcohol mention, violence , oliver being the father i actually need since mine went out to buy milk and never came back ☹️

kylian mbappe is in this one too! kinda of kylian x friend reader where they both have a crush on each other 🤭

just look at the way he’s comforting kylian 😭😭😭😭😭

Safe

You grew up in a pretty messed up family.

You’re parents were caring and nice when you were a kid but once you grew up they stopped caring about you. The only reason they didn’t divorce was because they had to decided who would take care of you and since no one wanted to do it they remained married. Also because if they divorced your rich uncles wouldn’t gave them any more money. You called them for help so many times and the only thing they did was giving them money.

What a shitty family.

You can’t recall when everything started to going down you just remembered being alone all of sudden.

You lived in a fancy complex in the middle of Milan. It was a very expensive building, the one who has a gym and a pool inside of it. If it wasn’t for your uncles you all would be living under a bridge now.

Your parents acted normal in public but inside your house everything was crazy. They would constantly fight and throw things at each other. They would scream and hit each other and that made you feel so unsafe.

You tried to escape once and saying that they didn’t even realised you were gone hurt you.

You were 18 so legally you could have left, problem you had no job or degree.

One night the constantly screaming made you feel sick and you decided to sit on the stairs of your complex hoping they would stop.

It was cold and you were only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans but you were so scared of going back inside that you preferred staying cold.

You waited for two hours, sitting there all alone but they wouldn’t stop. You started crying and fidgeting with your hands, your anxiety rising when you heard someone coming out of the elevator.

You pretended you didn’t hear anything so your neighbour wouldn’t ask you.

You knew exactly who he was.

Olivier Giroud, the famous football player. He played for Milan and for the Equipe de France. He won the world cup once. He’s also champion of Italy now.

He was a nice person. Always greeting you when he saw you, asking you if you were good. He was like an angel sent to heart. Everyone loved him for his caring and gentle soul.

In fact he was going home when he saw you sitting on the stairs, shivering from the cold.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” he asked with a concerned voice

“Yes” you said with a shaky voice and in that moment you cursed yourself because you didn’t want to look so weak

“Are you sure?”

“Mh-mh”

“What are you doing outside here? It’s cold,

plus it’s past midnight, you should be sleeping…”

“I’m fine”

“Have you eaten?” he asked and when he mentioned food your stomach rumbled

You were starving.

“Do you want to come inside and eat something?” he asked hoping you would say yes

“I don’t want to bother”

“It’s fine really”

In that moment you turned around to look at him and when he saw your face his heart broke a little. Your eyes red and puffy from crying.

You stood up and followed him inside his home.

His apartment completely different from yours.

It was clean and nice decorated. It felt like home.

“You can sit on the couch if you want to, I’ll get you something to eat” he said while you sat

He came back a few moments later with a very good looking sandwich and you couldn’t help to smile at his kind gesture.

You thanked him and started eating.

Once you’ve finished he gave you something to drink and set everything in the sink.

“Now can you tell me what were you doing outside?” he asked you again

“I didn’t want to stay at home”

“Your parents?” he asked and you looked at him with an interrogative face “I hear them fight sometimes” he said

“Yup, that’s my life”

“Have you called someone?”

“I’ve called so many people and no one would do anything”

“I’m sorry, truly, if you want you can use my guest bedroom and stay here tonight” he said

“I can’t accept, you already did a lot for me”

“I insist, I can’t let you go back knowing they might hurt you”

You thought about it and accepted his offer.

Just for one night.

He showed you the way and the moment you touched the bed you drifted off to sleep.

He woke you up around 8 am

“I’m sorry to wake you up but I have to go to practice, you can stay here a bit more if you want to” he said truthfully

“No it’s fine I’ve got school in one hour…”

“Okay, well, if you need anything just give a call” he gave you his phone number and you thanked him.

After that night days passed and everyday he would make sure you were okay. He texted you and asked if you needed anything. Truth was you wanted to spend the rest of your days in his apartment, away from your parents but you couldn’t take advantage of his kindness like this.

This month things got worse.

Your dad started drinking again because things were going bad at work, your mum started using again and you were on the verge of a crisis.

“Y/n!” your dad called you from the living room.

You were in your bedroom doing your homework so you decided to ignore him.

It was almost 10 pm so he would have probably fell asleep very soon. Your mom was out, probably with some druggies.

“Y/n!” your dad called you again.

You decide to go out and see what he wanted.

When he saw you he smiled a bit.

“Honey can you get me a beer?” he asked.

Was he serious?

“No” you replied back

“Excuse me?”

“I said no. I was doing my homework and you interrupted me. Plus you’re already drunk you don’t need another beer!” you said almost leaving when you saw the bottle of his empty beer crashing straight into the wall in front of you.

“Where do you think you’re going whore! Come back and pay me some respect! I’m your father” he said standing up from the couch.

You started to being scared.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…” you apologised hoping he would calm down.

You were so wrong.

He come towards you with an inhuman speed and slapped you right in face. The impact was so hard you fell to the floor. He never raised his hands to you.

“Dad I said i’m sorry please…”

“What a whore, always begging just like whores do” he said sitting on top of you “I bet you like when I hit you” he said punching your nose making it hard to breathe.

You tried to free yourself and somehow, due to the fact that he was drunk he lost his balance and fell.

In that moment you ran out of your apartment and ran through the corridor trying to find Olivier’s apartment.

“Olivier…” you almost shouted knowing on this door. You really hoped he was home you didn’t have no where to go “Olivier please please open the door” you knocked a bit louder, your eyes full of tears, your face red and you knows bleeding “please please Olivier”

That’s until you saw him opening the door with a very concerned face

When you saw him you hugged him so tight you were scared to leave him.

He was shocked, he didn’t know what was going on so he simply hugged you.

You cried into his shirt but he didn’t mind

He waited a few minutes before you calmed down.

“Sweetie can you look at me?” the moment you looked at him he saw your bleeding nose and your red cheek “What happened? Who did this to you?” he asked in a more serious tone

“My-my father…he was - he was drunk he didn’t mean to”

“I’m calling the police”

“No please no, don’t”

“Sweetheart…”

“I know it’s a bit messed up but they’re the only family I have, please…”

The moment you said this you saw your dad coming straight into Oli’s apartment.

Olivier saw it and he put you behind him in a protective way.

“Leave before I call the police”

“Why? What has done this whore for you? Is she good in bed? The only reason a football player would stay with her I guess”

“I won’t say it again, leave before I call the police”

“Nah, the bitch is coming home with me and she’s going to learn some good manners”

“Not a chance” Olivier said protecting you “now leave my apartment before I call the police”

Your dad left without not even looking at you.

The moment he left you started crying harder and shaking. You were so scared.

“Hey hey it’s fine. You’re okay he’s gone okay? He won’t hurt you ever again I promise you, I swear on my life” he said hugging you.

You simply nodded too tired to even reply.

He medicated your nose and let you sleep in his guest bedroom.

The morning after you woke up with a lot of noise coming from your apartment.

“Olivier?” you called him going into his living room

“Stay here” he simply said

“What’s going on?”

“The police is here…I know I said I wouldn’t call them but…” he didn’t even finish the sentence that you hugged him

“Thank you” you said

He smiled and hugged you back.

From that day on you continued living with him, his guest bedroom became your own bedroom. He helped you with homework and did everything a father should do for his own kids even if you weren’t his. He would bring you his matches and you would cheer for him. Who knew you liked football this much?

Until the moment of the world cup came

You couldn’t go with him in Qatar mostly because of school so you had to stay home alone for a month. You weren’t sure how to react, after your past you hated being alone.

“So…” he said coming through the door and sitting on the sofa watching tv with you “how would you feel coming in Qatar with me?” he asked you

“I-I…you know I would love to but I have school”

“I already talked with your school. Your grades are high and you’re the best of the class…they agreed to let you do online classes for a month, in case you wanted to come”

You were speechless. You said yes without even thinking.

When you got in Qatar you went straight into your room and fell asleep on the huge comfortable bed. The next day Olivier introduced you to the rest of the team, everyone knew your past but they decided to not say anything to make you uncomfortable. They all made you feel safe.

You took a liking in Kylian.

He was the first one to approach you.

He introduced himself and you started talking.

“So how’s my belle today?” he asked when he saw you coming out of your bedroom

“I’m good thank you! How are you?”

“Fine, ready to our first match against Australia” he said knowing it was going to be a great match “in fact…I wanted to ask you if you could wear this” he said giving you his jersey “you know, as a good luck”

“Of course but don’t tell Olivier” you said making you both laugh.

Olivier tho saw everything from a distance and couldn’t be happier that you were making friends. Even if he knew he would have to talk with Kylian.

“Okay…well I better go now, I have practice” he said awkwardly

“Oh yes, sure…I’ll see you tonight”

“Yes…well, bye” he said waving to you.

At the stadium you were in the VIP section, feeling protected with a lot of security. The game went good! France won 4-1 against Australia. Rabiot scored first, Giroud scored twice and Kylian scored too. You couldn’t be happier. You knew they were celebrating in the changing room so you simply texted Olivier you were coming back to the hotel.

Once arrived you changed into your pajamas and laid Kylian’s jersey on your bed.

A few hours later a gentle knock woke you up from your sleep. When you opened you saw a very happy and excited Kylian.

“Did I wake you?” he said apologising

“No” you lied

“Sure…” he said not believing you but smiling “the jersey brought me good luck”

You couldn’t help but blush.

“You’re just good at playing football Kylian, I didn’t do anything”

“You were there, for Olivier, for me, and for the team…and that meant a lot” he said truthfully looking into your eyes. You didn’t know how to feel. You’ve never had a boyfriend, you’ve never had a real crush so you didn’t know how to act. He kinda sensed it your discomfort so he just smiled trying to ease it a bit.

You got lost into his eyes.

“I’ve spoken with Olivier” he said out of nothing “he really cares about you…that’s why he threatened me”

“He did what?” you almost shouted

“He said I have to treat you good and if I dared to hurt you he would kill me” he said now laughing and you couldn’t help to laugh too “but we’re good friends so I would never hurt you…”

Ouch that hurt.

Just friends?

He saw your expression change and he wanted to say a bit more.

“Unless…you don’t want us to be just friends?” he teased a bit and you were completely out of words.

Of course you wanted to be more than friends!

He looked straight into your eyes and saw the way you were looking at his lips so the made first step and gently put his hands on your face and kissed you. Very gently. His lips like feathers on yours. You wrapped your arms around his body and put him closer to you.

You kissed for a while before you separated to catch breathe.

“I want this” he said truthfully “I want to be more than friends”

“I don’t know how to act Kylian…I’ve never dated”

“We’ll take things slow, I won’t pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to but please, just give me a chance”

You didn’t even replied back instead you kissed him.

He smiled into the kiss.

If someone told you a couple of months ago that this was going to be your life you wouldn’t believed it but now this was really your life and you couldn’t be more grateful.

To that angel named Olivier who changed your life in the best way.

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Agree that he should celebrate and all but he should be more humble about it imo look at Endrick. He would earn much more respect for saying he's happy for tonight but will be more happy next year after whole season of hard work. I watched his post match interview and his ego is out of control. He acted like his goal was spectacular and only thanks to him, only credited Jude when reporter mentioned him. Sorry but both Vini and Bellingham ate him up yesterday and it's matter of time when he'll become jealous of them. It will be PSG drama over again.

I don’t think there will be a repeat of psg drama in real madrid neymar isn’t the greatest of people overall to be honest and mbappe was kinda forced to stay last season by psg so he wasn’t really at fault imo

also i get you but endrick didn’t play compared to mbappe who scored and he does seem super appreciative of his teammates they all seem close

idk i feel like real madrid isn’t the place for ego because everyone is shining he is also most likely going to be the main man but it doesn’t take away from the other great players idk

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Reine - Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Hands and Clay

Summary: Your twin brother was getting ready to travel the world and what better way to send him off than a week-long get together with him and your friends in a remote town in France.

Pairing: Kylian Mbappe x Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: cursing, accidental arousal, mentions of sex, a lot of fluff

A/N: What a final that was yesterday, I am still at a loss words. If you want to be in the taglist, don’t be afraid to comment or message me! I added everyone who recently commented but oh gosh I got quite a couple so if I missed you, please let me know. I meant to post this a lot earlier today so I apologize, but happy reading!

Kylian’s arm was draped across your torso, your back pressed against his front and his leg intertwined with yours. You pat his arm to slowly get him to wake him up but that only makes him pull you closer to him. His body felt so warm against yours that you released a content sigh. You close your eyes to get a little more rest but the bedroom door swings open.

“Hey!” Ana greets. Your eyes shoot open and Kylian next to you jolts and presses his arm deeper into you, making you groan in slight pain. Ana’s jaw drops, “Wow. I don’t know what I expected to see here, but it definitely was not this. Cute pants, Reinita.” Her face pulls into a smirk.

You were in shock seeing Ana here without a notice but also excited because she was able to make it after all.

Kylian shuffles around from behind you and buries his head into the pillows.

You give Kylian a light smack on his arm with your hand, “You didn’t even lock the door last night?”

“I thought I did,” he grumbles back a muffled response.

Ana comes into the bedroom and places her backpack on the floor before running to the bed and giving you a hug, “Reinita, I missed you so much!”

You wrap your arm lazily around hers with a small smile, “I missed you too, I didn’t know you were coming in today.”

“I wanted to surprise you,” she says. “But I can’t stay long.”

You frown, “When are you leaving?”

Ana gives Kylian a push and he rolls over towards the wall with a grunt. Ana scoots into the space between you and Kylian, propping herself against the headboard. Kylian was laying on his stomach with his head in between his arms staring down at the bed.

Ana pinches his arm, “Hey, Kyki, I’m glad to see you missed me too.”

He groans, “I have missed you but it’s seven in the morning.”

“It is seven fifty,” Ana rolls her eyes. “Anyways,” she turns back towards you, “I leave tomorrow evening.”

“Aww, but that is so early.”

“I know, but I have to do a few more things around the venue and then it’s final,” Ana sighs. “And I hear the guys are hungover.”

“Not me,” Kylian raises his arm.

Ana looks towards him, “So proud of you.”

You chuckle at her sarcasm, “Be nice to him, he did miss you.”

“Do you want a hug too, Kyki?” She teases and jams her finger into his shoulder.

“No,” he groans and scoots closer to the wall.

Ana smirks, “So how did this come to be?”

You go silent as you hold a grin from escaping. You couldn’t wait to tell Ana about what was going on between you and Kylian, but now that she was here in front of you, it seemed that all your words escaped you. It certainly didn’t help that Kylian was an ear away.

“Coffee?” You suggest, getting up, but Ana grabs your arm and pulls you back down.

“No, no, dígame,” tell me. Ana says.

“I took your advice, I was nice,” you shrug.

“And that had you two cuddling?”

“Well not exactly, we talked it out. I got my part out and he got his part out and uh…yeah, here we are.”

Ana raises her eyebrows, “You are the worst storyteller ever, Reinita.”

You roll your eyes, “I mean it wasn’t exactly fairytales and rainbows, I sobbed the first night here. And then I cried again later that night—and then I was on the verge of tears again last night. I even panicked at one point to Simone.”

Ana looks towards Kylian and nudges him, “Did you tell her you liked her since she was thirteen?”

Kylian perks his head up at the same time, his eyes squinting and searching for yours, “You cried twice the first night?”

“Wait,” you pause. “You knew he liked me?”

Ana looks back at you, “Reinita, everyone knew, except you.”

“No one was going to tell me?”

“You cried twice?”

Ana puts her hand up to shush you both, “He gave you flowers for Valentine’s when we were fourteen!”

“But he gave you and the rest of the girls a daffodil too,” you retort.

“But he gave you the bouquet,” she points out and you look at Kylian, who is still looking back at you with a hint of concern in his face.

“Okay,” you say. “Maybe I was a bit blind but I had my reasons.”

“When did you cry?” Kylian asks, his eyes now burning back into yours. He had his elbows propped up, holding his head up.

You groan, “After I left the closet, I went to the restroom and cried.”

“The closet?” Ana asks.

You watch as Kylian's face falls and you immediately reach over to touch his forearm, “But I’m okay, I’m okay. It was just a lot and I needed to let it out.”

He nods his head and gives your fingers a kiss before you pull back. Ana smiles, “That was really cute, but Kyks I told you telling her you liked her since she was thirteen was not the right approach.”

He rolls his eyes and drops his head into his hands.

You look at the both of them, “Wait, did you guys plan this out?”

Ana shakes her head, “No, Reinita. He always used to ask me how you were doing and what was new with your life anytime we would all be together. Then, he would say how he would eventually approach you at a party one day and would ask for suggestions.”

You facepalm yourself. You weren’t upset that the two of them talked behind your back, it was just slightly embarrassing. Kylian and Ana were relatively good friends and it didn’t bother you. Ana would tell you every now and then that Kylian would ask how you were doing but you never thought much of it.

You feel the bed move and look up to see Kylian scooting off the bed. He grins at Ana and gives her a salute, “I’m going to go make breakfast while you two catch up.”

He walks over to your side of the bed and bends down to give you a kiss on your forehead.

Once he exits, Ana immediately starts kicking her legs, “Oh my god, Reinita.”

“Shh!” You shush her.

Her eyes are wide, “Did you guys do it?”

“No,” you slap her shin, “you dirty whore.”

“Kiss?”

You nod, “Some of that.”

“More?”

“Perhaps.”

She covers her mouth to let out an excited yell, “I cannot believe this. I was expecting this trip to be good for the both of you to finally settle this shit between you both, but this was a bit far. I didn’t think Kyks would muster up the courage to tell you how he felt.”

“What do you mean to muster up the courage? He was so calm and said everything on his mind.”

She shakes her head, “He called me when he was waiting for his flight freaking out! He was so nervous. And then when I told him that I didn’t think I’d be able to make it, he was even more of a nervous wreck.”

There were times when Kylian seemed nervous now that you thought about it, but he was also someone who fought hard for what he wanted. That thought made your heart swell.

He fights hard for what he wants.

“He cried after he apologized,” you say and Ana brings her hands to her heart.

“You see, I told you he couldn’t hurt a fly. I bet he practiced his apology everyday while he showered.”

You cringe, “You told me to be nice and now look at you.”

She laughs, “I’m just happy for the both of you, truly. I mean, how do you feel about this? I can tell by your face that you seem to like it, but also a tiny bit of hesitancy.”

You let out a small smile, “I am happy. Kylian is sweet and I’m glad to have him back in my life. He’s really proving himself right now and even going slow and my heart feels so warm and fuzzy.”

“But?”

You shrug, “I don’t want to go fast.”

“It’s only been three days, right?”

“And we’ve already grinded on each other,” you sigh.

It wasn’t that you regretted last night, but it was just a bit too fast. It was hard to restrain yourself at times because Kylian is attractive. You know that. And every time he touched you it seemed to ignite something deep inside of you that you craved more. You didn’t know how long you could restrain yourself from giving in. Even his innocent touches of kissing your fingers sent shockwaves through your body.

“Grinding? Right here?” she points down. “On this bed?” You nod and she winces, “Ay Dios.”

“He’s just so…sexy, and you know I haven’t had sex in a long time,” you admit and it catches Ana off guard.

She chokes on her spit, “Y/N!”

“I know I sound awful, but it's the easiest way I can say it because I want to learn who he is. Not be dickmatized like I was last time. I don’t want to have clouded judgment…I just want to see the person who he is now.”

She nods, “I understand. Did you tell him this?”

“Yes, and he stopped us from going farther.”

“That’s good. I think you two should definitely be friends first. It’s only been three days—well four starting today—and it’s moving kind of fast,” she says. “A lot can be learned about each other in three days though, don’t get me wrong. You two share the same bedroom and have been in the same house, so it feels like a while. But Reinita, control yourself. I know you have urges but come on, this is sweet, innocent Kylian.”

You laugh, “What about me?”

She lets out a huff, “You’re…sweet, but far more corrupt than him.”

“Whatever!” You laugh and she laughs with you.

“But hey, keep in mind that just because he likes you, follow what you want. Don’t force yourself to like him back if you don’t,” she says and you nod understanding. She was right and you were going to keep it in mind.

“Thank you, Anita,” you give her a side hug. “How are things going with your mom?”

She lets out a loud sigh, “I just cannot wait for it to be over. I’m glad that I was able to help and everything these past days, but it was definitely a lot. She kept asking me how progress was going and I would have to lie so that I wouldn’t freak her out.”

You send her a sympathetic look, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, but let's not worry about it right now.”

There’s a knock on the door that quiets you both down. Kylian opens the door scratching his neck nervously, “Food is ready.”

“Me sorprende que sepa cocinar,” I’m surprised he knows how to cook. Ana jokes and you laugh with her.

Kylian rolls his eyes from the door, “Cállate.” Shut up.

This only seems to make you and Ana laugh harder and you two get up from bed while a small smile escapes Kylian’s lips. Ana leaves the room before you do. Kylian watches you walk slowly towards him and then he breaks out into a grin, “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” you wrap your arms around his waist and draw him in. One of his arms goes around your shoulders while the other wraps around your waist. “I need to brush my teeth.”

“Okay,” he lets you go with his hand lingering on your waist. You walk into the restroom with a stupid smile on your face.

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“Are you going to Ana’s mom’s wedding?” You ask Kylian. He juggles a football around as the two of you walk. Theo and Laurent stayed sleeping but the girls and Kylian were up taking a walk around the property.

“I’m not sure,” he says. He stops juggling and just dribbles the ball in front of him. He looks towards you with a sad smile, “I might be busy counting my money.”

You slap his arm, “Oh shush.”

He draws his head back in a loud laugh and you admire the way his eyes crinkle. Your arm stays wrapped around his arm while he leans his head down towards you, “Do you want to be my date?”

“I feel like I should be asking you that,” you laugh.

“Why is that?”

You shrug, “Ana’s mom loves me more.”

He rolls his eyes, “She watches all of my matches though.”

“She lets me stay at her house for free if I’m nearby.”

He shakes his finger, “No, no, she made sure her fiancé likes Monaco.” You laugh at the two of you bickering at nonsense. He unloops from your arm to pick up the football. He holds it out in front of you, “Be my date.”

You move the ball and reach him up to give him a kiss, “Okay.”

He chuckles within the kiss and shoves the ball in your stomach and you yelp, “Asshole!”

He runs away sheepishly and goes to Simone and Lili. He squeezes himself in the space right between them and Lili complains, “Ay, Kylian, go away unless you want to hear about sex.”

You laugh as Kylian throws his head back in annoyance, dropping his arms from Simone and Lili’s shoulders. He turns back towards you with a grimace. He stops walking and waits for you to catch up to him, holding out his hand for you to take. You move the football to your other hand and reach out for him.

He gives you a small smile as he brings your hand to his mouth to give them a kiss, “What color is your dress?”

“Navy,” you lean into him for his warmth as he puts his arm around you.

“I have a navy suit,” he says. The two of you continue walking behind the girls and you take in the view. Most of the trees that were around were evergreens and still had their green leaves, but there were a few that were either on the verge of losing all their leaves or still red.

There was also a calm lake, a house on the other end that you hadn’t realized was there because it was out of view from where you all stayed.

“You think their house is super cold like ours?” Kylian asks, him leaning down to whisper into your ear.

You chuckle, “I bet it is. Theo always picks the best places.”

He laughs, “It makes it more memorable.”

You nod your head agreeing, “I suppose that’s true, and it’s building him for the next six months while being alone.”

Kylian pulls you in closer, “He’s going to be fine, he’ll love it all. Is he going to the wedding?”

“Yeah, it’ll be the last time we’ll all be together before we have to return to our lavish lives,” you give him a small smile.

He kisses your forehead, “Don’t be sad.”

“I know, and I know it’ll be okay, but this has been really nice. I’m glad you and I are on good terms and talked it out because this could’ve been atrocious.”

He laughs, “Don’t break my heart like that, Reine.”

“I’m sorry,” you give his side a squeeze. “I don’t mean it like that and you know it, but this really could’ve been so much differently. I’m glad it turned out this way.”

He stops walking and draws his hands towards your face, giving you a tender but meaningful kiss. His long fingers stretched from your cheeks to the side of your head. He pulls back and leans his head against your forehead, “I’m over the moon about this.”

You laugh at his confession, it was cheesy but it was sweet. He grins and steals another kiss from you. He was smiling through the kiss and you couldn’t help but to laugh again because it was difficult kissing his teeth.

He pulls back laughing and you feel your heart warm watching him look so happy.

This was everything for him and he was enjoying every second. Even if it was on the verge of ending, he wasn’t going to focus on that. He wanted to just be in the moment. This had been the longest he hadn’t touched his phone, and it was nice to forget about his obligations for the past few days.

“Okay let’s go back inside, it’s freezing!” Ana yells from the front. The two of you pick up your pace as you all round the house.

Laurent was at the door with sunglasses covering his eyes. Ana sees him and immediately gives him a hug, Laurent winces, “Lord have mercy.”

Theo looks sick standing next to the sink in the kitchen and you laugh, “Good morning!”

“Please, be quiet,” he says and pushes you off of him when you go to give him a hug.

“Did you know there’s a hot tub here?” Laurent says.

“Really?”

He nods, “I found it earlier when taking out the trash.” He leads you all to the back yard door and opens it. There was a porch that was covered in a clear curtain. There was also a heater that had been buzzing with warmth and it made you shudder. Why had that been outside the whole time instead of in your bedroom?

“Oh wow,” you say surprised. The jacuzzi was already on and warming up, Laurent must’ve turned it on.

Laurent gives a pleased smile, “I will be here for the next hour.”

You look back at Kylian and he’s already looking at you with a grin. The two of you weave between the three girls and run upstairs. He’s laughing behind you as he pulls your hand to draw you back. He slips into the bedroom first.

You laugh, “You ass.”

Kylian turns around, leans down to give you a kiss on your cheek, “I’m sorry. Kind of.”

“There was no need for that,” you say, trying to make him feel more guilty but he isn’t faltering.

He shrugs and then grabs a pair of black football shorts from his bag in the closet, “I’ll change in the restroom.”

He slaps the pair of shorts against your back and you let out a laugh, “Go.”

He leaves and you let out a momentary groan. You didn’t have any swimming clothes except a pair of cotton Nike shorts and what…a long sleeve black shirt that was cropped?

“Gosh,” you grumble. You throw it on regardless. Being in a hot tub did sound nice and you wanted to join. You throw your hair up and wait for Kylian’s knock.

Once he knocks, you open the door for him and he has a smirk on his face, “Why do you have the face?”

He only draws you in closer. His hands go to your exposed skin on your back and pull you into a hug. He lets out a content sigh while his head is on your shoulder and it sends goosebumps throughout you. His fingers pressing into your back didn’t help. He moves his lips to the exposed skin on your shoulder, leaving gentle kisses behind until he reaches your lips. He kisses you and it nearly makes your knees buckle. Him being tender was absolutely making you swoon.

He taps your back once more before pulling back, “Vamos.”

“Well shit let me catch my breath,” you say and he laughs.

“I love your wit.”

“Thank you, but for real,” you fan yourself to relieve the heat from your face and he leans against the door laughing.

The two of you walk down the hall and stairs into the backyard where everyone was already in the jacuzzi. Laurent and Simone were cuddled up, while Ana and Lili chatted back and forth. Theo was beside Lili with his head leaning against the backboard and you were almost certain he was sleeping but you weren’t going to call him out. He was still coming down from his hangover.

Kylian pulls off his shirt and your eyes scan his back muscles. His thighs were already bulging through his shorts. You let out a breath before staring at the girls to see if they noticed you and Ana wears a smirk. You roll your eyes.

Control yourself.

You get in and Kylian follows behind you. He sits down and looks up at you waiting for you to sit in between his thighs. You had no other choice because the jacuzzi wasn’t that big and Theo’s long legs stretched across to the other side of it.

You take a seat between his thighs and shudder as the water reaches your shoulders. You lean back against him slowly and he wraps one of his arms around your waist.

You listen to the group catch up with Ana on the past three days and you close your eyes in bliss. Theo wakes up and chimes in from here to there, but you stay quiet, listening and enjoying everyone around you.

“Oh, and then Reine and Kylian got locked in the closet,” Laurent points at you two with a laugh on his face.

“How did that happen?”

“The doorknob got jammed,” you say, breaking your silence.

“While you both were in there?” Ana raises her eyebrows.

“This smart ass,” you point to Kylian who wears a foolish grin, “thought it would be smart to try and see what was wrong with it from inside the closet after I had been stuck in it for forty minutes.”

You can feel his chest shake with laughter on your back and it makes you smile.

Ana laughs, “Oh, you’re both idiots.”

Kylian and you laugh, and then you sit up a bit more straight. Kylian’s grip on your waist tightens and you look at him. The grin he just wore gradually fades away as he hides his face in your back.

“What?” You whisper.

“Nothing.” His eyes skim at yours and then you feel it: his boner pressed up against your back.

“Kyks.”

His eyes smile, “I’m trying, Reinita.”

“Gosh,” you let out a laugh. You shuffle around a bit more to try to give him a bit more space and he lets out a throaty groan from behind you. God.

You unclasp your hands and look down at his thighs that encase you, reaching out to touch them. As your knuckles skim the inside of his thigh, his leg jerks inwards.

“Reine,” he warns. His hands find yours and hold them tight. You lean your head back on him while giggling. He was still hard behind you but you no longer felt him pressed up against you.

“So I heard about this painting place down the street,” Ana starts, “where you can paint pottery. Do you guys want to try it out?”

“Is this one of those places where you drink?” Laurent asks, earning a groan from Theo.

“I’m not sure,” Ana says.

“I’m down,” Kylian says from behind you. The rest of the group agree. You liked the idea of it as well, it was something that would be nice to commemorate the trip.

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Kylian strokes your thumb as you two near the place. He parks the car and then walks to the other side to open the door for you. It was around midday but the sky looked gloomy. It was going to rain soon but you all didn’t care to be stuck in the middle of the storm. You were only about ten minutes away from the house so it wasn’t much of a big deal.

The rest of the group were already entering the place as the two of you tagged behind, hand in hand.

The inside was cute and homey. There were shelves of ceramic mugs, plates, bowls, and even vases. The lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling only made the place seem more romantic.

The worker guides you all around a large table and asks what pieces you’d like to start off with. You and Kylian ask for a mug and get to painting.

He lets out a snort, “This little house is not coming together.” He sits across from you and turns his mug to show you. There were shaky black paint brush strokes illustrating a house.

“It looks good,” you indulge.

“You don’t have to lie to me.”

“It has potential, Kyks.”

He laughs, “Show me yours.”

You put down the brush and show him your mug. You were painting dandelions but you weren’t finished yet. You weren’t able to tell if he figured out what it was as his eyes carefully examined it. His eyes perk up with a gleeful look, “The flower.”

You cheese, “Yeah.”

“Aww,” he looks down at the mug again with a grin on his face. His face softens as he looks up at you again, “I want to kiss you.”

You feel the tugging of your heart as he stares at you with his incredibly sweet and gentle eyes. He reaches for your hand and kisses your hand repeatedly. He doesn’t care that the rest of the group are watching you two, or that your fingers are covered in speckles of paint.

You grin when he lets go of your hand and a worker comes by, “Do any of you guys want to try making a bowl or small vase?”

Kylian’s eyes shoot up, “I do, and her.” He points to you and you roll your eyes playfully. You had never messed with pottery a day in your life so this was going to be interesting.

The rest of the group also want to try, and so you all take turns, with the rest staying behind to finish their paintings while you and Kylian are instructed what to do. You and him sit in front of each other with a turning table and aprons.

You wet the clay as instructed and focus on making the shape of a bowl. You glance up to see Kylian’s progress and watch the way his fingers tease at the clay. His eyes are focused as his fingers move in and out of the vase.

Focus. Your body heats at the movement of his hands and you have to let out a breath of air. You ignore your thoughts and focus back on your small bowl. It was coming along even if the edges were crooked.

After the both of you finish, you wash your hands and go back to your paintings.

“That was fun,” you say.

“You looked adorable,” he goes. “You know your tongue sticks out when you focus.”

“No it does not.”

“It very much does. I even took a picture,” he pulls out his phone and shows you a picture of you messing with your clay, and sure enough your tongue peeks out.

“Wow, I never knew that.”

He chuckles, “You used to do that when you were fifteen too.”

“Really?”

He nods, “I’d always see it when we were taking tests.”

Your cheeks heat up with his confession of sneaking glances of you when you weren’t looking. “Oh gosh.”

“My heart almost melted when I saw you still doing it,” he winks and you cover your face with your hands.

“That is so humbling.”

He laughs, “Humbling? How?”

“I’ve never noticed that about myself.”

“Ahh,” he goes. “You’re going to be okay.”

You throw a piece of trash at him and it bounces off his cheek. He scrunches up his face and you laugh, “You look adorable.”

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You all decided to wind down again with another movie night and you weren’t going to complain, you loved just a calm night.

You and Ana were in the bedroom changing into your sleep clothes.

“Hey, how are the sleeping arrangements going to go?” Ana asks.

“Hmm,” you think. “I don’t think Kylian will mind sleeping on the bottom bed. I doubt the three of us will fit up there, it was a bit tight this morning.”

“I can sleep on the bottom bed.”

You shake your head, “Don’t. It’s uncomfortable and I doubt Kylian will even let you.”

She laughs, “That drama queen, but yeah, it’s only for one night anyway. He’ll be fine.”

You let out a laugh and wait for her to finish changing. You stayed with your pink hearted pants and a gray long sleeved shirt. You weren’t going to freeze by any means.

“What a slutty outfit,” Ana teases.

“Shut up,” you rebut as she chortles.

“You look good, Reinita.”

You shake your head while leaving the bedroom. You don’t even realize who your eyes are searching for until they stop on Kylian, his eyes already on you  sending you a shy smile. He was sitting on the couch with a blanket sprawled around his lap.

You go to the kitchen and grab a cup of hot chocolate, taking an extra for Kylian. You reach him on the couch and hand him a mug. His eyes widened with excitement as if you were giving juice to a little kid. You laugh.

He takes a sip and lets out a satisfied moan, “I love this.”

“It’s called hot chocolate,” you say. You sit down next to him, criss crossing your legs facing his direction.

He looks at you with a fake, dubious look, “Really? I didn’t know that.”

You laugh. His lips spread as he leans closer to you. His eyes looked a bit tired but still filled with joy. His hand lands on your sock and he pinches your toes. You slap his fingers away but they linger on your foot.

“I’ve missed you,” he says sheepishly.

You lean over to give him a chaste kiss on his forehead, “I’ve missed you.”

His eyes flutter looking towards you and then you intertwine your hand with his. He smiles. Your moment is interrupted with Laurent, his hangover long gone.

“We’re going on a boat tour tomorrow!”

You cringe. It wasn't that you weren’t excited, it was just going to be cold! Kylian squeezes your wrist to bring you back from your thoughts, “Yay!”

Laurent raises his hand, “Come on, let's be more excited.”

You all cheer a bit louder and Laurent jumps off the couch to cuddle with Simone. You drink the rest of your hot chocolate and set it down on the coffee table. Kylian does the same and then shuffles around to lay down between your thighs. You link your arms around Kylian’s chest and he rubs your arms before stopping at your hands. He gives your wrist a kiss.

Laurent puts on Avatar and you guys watch the movie in silence. Kylian occasionally caressed your arm throughout the movie and settled one hand around your thigh, pinching at the material. You were sure he fell asleep at one point, not that you cared though.

You were just happy to have him in his arms.

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The way “Mbappé prefers” could mean that he didn’t even insist on that position, Ancelotti is just that happy to screw everyone else over for his shiny new toy and is clearly in denial with how he’s throwing Jude to the wolves, I’m so mad

This could very well be the case tbh. *but* i wish he worded it differently or didn’t mention mbappe’s preference at all

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so what’s impressive about being 24 in a farmers league with 0 of either of those trophies genuinely

what’s impressive playing a pivotal role at 19 and winning the world cup? if you want to compare messi and mbappe, please, tell me why did it take so long for messi to win the world cup? and they say world cup is the hugest achievement of them all yet you forget that mbappe had that at NINETEEN years old. he also almost single handedly beat argentina last year in the world cup lol. not to mention even though as you said he plays in the farmers league, he’s always been consistent. yes, he has bad games (everyone does) but every season he’s been the instrumental player for psg, top scorer of ligue 1 because he is versatile and can play at any attacking position as well he can also create chances. do you have any reason to believe that if he played in a better club he wouldnt win trophies with that club? with those also comes individual trophies so... i dont think that talent would disappear anywhere if he switched clubs cause we can see how he plays in his national team against other strong countries

i’m not gonna bring in other achievements cause i know you’ll just come out and say ‘oH MesSi dID thAt whEN he wAS in tHe foRM of sPErm’

i just fucking hate comparing everyone to messi. every generation has their talents, every footballer is dependant on their team to win trophies and you cant deny that. it’s not 1v1 type of sport

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GUITAR STRING HEART 3 :: KYLIAN MBAPPE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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maneskin can't wait ⤷ bloodyvalentine 🙏🙏🙏

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HALLAND good luck today, sweetheart

Y/N thank you :)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That doesn't fix things. Kylian"

"I know"

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

"let get out of here"

"my place?"

"sure"

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