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helloo can we have dialogue 9, trope 20 with tchouameni pleasee🫂

- "Stay, please?" - two idiots pinning and not realizing the other is just as in love

word count - 700+

watch it - sleepy eepy silly lovers

I luv him sm yall 

You get a call at 3 in the morning. At first you think it's an alarm so you slap your phone a few times before fumbling around for your charger, sticking your face in your pillow and drifting away. 

Then you get another call, and this time you clock that it's not an alarm but your dearest friend who's decided blowing up your phone is much better than letting you get any rest. It's Friday and you'll give him a pass. (Aurélien gets any and every pass in your book but he doesn't need to know all that).

You answer, of course you do. Voice hoarse as you sit up, slouching against your pillow while you rub the sleep out of your eyes.

“Mind if you open the door.” he mumbles after a rushed greeting. 

You squint,”what?”

“Your door, can you come and open it.” he repeats again. Slower. 

“Where are you?” you yawn.

“Outside, I got you things from Germany and they're really perishable and supposed to be refrigerated and I won't be able to so I thought I'd stop by. Sorry it's so late.” he breathes into his phone.

“No it's okay,” you stumble out of your bed and feed for your slippers in the dark, padding around your apartment phone wedged between your shoulder and your ear. 

He stays on the line, even if he's a few feet away. Not hanging up til he’s greeted by a very puffy eyed you in your pjs still fighting sleep. 

He thinks you're beautiful like this. Warm and soft, exactly how you make him feel. In full honesty he could have kept the assortment of treats with him. His hotel probably has a mini fridge. But he wanted to see you. He knows both of you will get busy again. He'd rather not waste any chances. So here he is, standing in your door frame, sleek black carry-on suitcase in hand and a bag just for you in the other.

You use him inside, flicking on a light and taking his baggage. He tries to fight you but you only whine, wheeling it away from him and up against the wall.

“Tea?” you croak.

He giggles, “no it's okay,” he hands you the tote,” this is for you, i should get going.”

“No wait,” you rub your eyes, “it's late. Stay please?”

His resolve soon crumbles as you take him by the hand, leading him further into your home. To you its second nature. Not a second thought as you dig in your closet for a spare pair of slipper. 

“I have pjs for you somewhere, “ you mumble. 

“No no,” he waves his hands,”its okay i have my own.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

You hum, padding along to get your room in order.

When you come back you see him in his pjs trying to settled on your couch and you frown, “no no you're sleeping in a proper bed get up.”

“It's your house.”

“And?”

“No i'll take the couch you have one bed i can-”

You shut him up with a tug to his sleeve, dragging him to your room. You turn your lamp on and slide in, motioning for him to follow. Friends share beds right? You would have offered if it wasn't him, and he wouldn't have accepted if it wasn't you. 

Maybe it's due to it being so late, to the jet lag, to you just being woken up. Or maybe it's because he feels so safe with you, so at home. And you feel so comfortable, and it feels so right when he slides in next to you, curling his hand around his face and resting his head against your pillow.

You've dreamt about this a million times. But you're too drowsy to be able to truly take it in. 

It's okay, the way Aurélien stares at you wide eyed admiring you makes up for it. He feels too excited to sleep but forces his eyes shut, turning the other way, and taking a deep breath to calm down.

You don't know this now but come morning you'll be pressed up against each other legs tangled and far too embarrassed to bring anything up. You hope he comes by again, maybe at a more reasonable hour next time so you can properly remember it. 

#aurélien x reader #aurelien tchouameni x reader #aurelien tchouameni #tchouameni imagines #tchouameni x reader #tchouameni #aurélien x you #aurelien x reader #bahr footy #bahr 300 event

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Did you update your schedule or is it still the same?

hello hello

i havent updated it yet but other than the date its the same old im just very behind + the event blurbs arent on the schedule

#hope this helps #bahr anon #bahr replies

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popping in to say i didn’t explode. finals are just beating me up rn yikes

i see the submissions for the event don’t u worry. in about a week or so i should be back in the groove

im cracking away at the event blurbs and other fics i'll have a bunch of stuff ready soon yay !

#bahr blabbing #yay #bahr 300 event #my schedule is such a mess oh my gosh i gotta fix that #jude space au is nearing 10k yall help me

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RUDIGER MY GOAT

HALA MADRID Y NADA MAS

AND THAT'S FUCK YOUR TREBLE MAN CITY

#tchouameni lucky charm #AAHAHAHAHA

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SO GOOD

NOT ENOUGH lewis hamilton

summary: you're having doubts about your relationship with lewis.

pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of insecurities, repost from an old blog.

word count: 0.9k

notes: happy new year to everyone reading this, i hope 2024 treats you with so much love and kindness!

you knew it was never going to be easy dating someone high profile, especially when that person was lewis hamilton, one of the most high-profile sportspersons in the entire world. newspapers and tabloids were ruthless enough with celebrities and their love lives, but formula one came with so much more. there was so much media within the paddock every week, which was hard to escape. and then you had social media, the land of public opinion, the most ruthless of all.

keyboard warriors are ever present on social media nowadays, finding every opportunity they can to bring someone down, even when they don't even know that person or the ins and outs of their lives. but there was one topic that people adored to post about: relationships.

when you were in a world such as the f1 world, the private lives of drivers gained more interest than their actual racing sometimes, and that had been no different for you.

you had met lewis almost two years ago, taking time to get to know each other, before you got into a relationship just over a year ago. lewis knew that you were quite a private person, only ever really sharing your own life on social media, and never really posting about anyone else in your life, especially if that person was romantically involved with you.

lewis respected that, and made sure that he kept you away from the media as much as possible, as he knew how much they would scrutinise you, simply because you were dating the greatest formula one driver of all time.

however, you knew that the media were going to find out who you were eventually. paparazzi would snap pictures of you and lewis wherever you were, eager to get a picture of the driver and his new love. you would also accompany him to a couple of his races, not wanting to miss out on supporting your boyfriend just because the media might say a couple of things about you.

even though lewis was able to keep the media scrutiny to a minimum, he couldn't stop it all, and you would be lying if you said it didn't sometimes get to you.

it was when media outlets started comparing you to lewis' ex-girlfriends that you started to feel down about it. whether it was your looks or how much fame you had, they would always find something to compare to one of his exes. they completely diminished the fact that you were your own person and did anything to get a headline out of it using your boyfriend's name.

you tried your best to ignore what they were saying, knowing that you, deep down, were the better person and that they were just "doing their job", which included having no care or respect for the people that they were writing about.

seeing so many personal attacks about you was the final straw. you just couldn't cope with knowing that people were negatively talking about you, so you decided to click on one of the stories that was comparing you to lewis' exes. you skimmed most of the article and went straight to the comments to find out what people were saying about you.

most of the comments were in agreement with the article. that you were "not as pretty" as his other girlfriends, or "didn't deserve" to be with someone like lewis. the comments broke your heart. you hated that people could be so mean to someone that they didn't even know.

you didn't even realise that you were crying until lewis got home from his afternoon run. "you'll never guess what roscoe did while we were running," lewis giggled, but abruptly stopped when he saw you on the sofa, phone in hand, tears streaming down your face. "hey," he immediately rushes over to you. "what's wrong?"

"nothing," you sniffle, wiping the tears from your cheeks with the sleeve of your hoodie.

"well there's got to be something, you wouldn't be crying otherwise," he pulls you into his chest, rubbing your back to try and calm you down.

you knew that you were going to end up telling him what happened eventually, so you just decided to spill it all out now. lewis listened intently to you as you told him what had happened. "i know i'm not as pretty as any of the other girls you've been with, but i don't need telling," you looked down at your hands as you fiddled with your hands.

"don't you ever say that," lewis said sharply. "don't you ever say that you're not pretty enough, or not good enough. i love you, y/n. you're the only person that i've ever met that has made me feel this way. you're the one for me, i know that for a fact. you are the most beautiful person i have ever met, and i want to spend the rest of my life with you. none of those people matters, and none of them knows you as i do. they're just like this, and it sucks, but that's just the way it is, unfortunately. but know that i love you, and no matter how much they compare you to anyone else that i have been with, you are the most important person to me, and that's why i'm with you, okay?"

you nodded, smiling at his little speech. roscoe jumped up onto the sofa and sat in your lap, laying his head on your chest as he looked up at you.

"see, even roscoe agrees," you giggled, pressing a soft kiss onto lewis' lips before pressing a kiss onto roscoe's head before he got jealous. 

#lh44 recs #Finally ive found the good stuff

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300 event -.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ Trent Alexander-Arnold

stay please, fake relationship

#trent alexander arnold x reader #trent alexander imagines #trent alexander arnold #trent x reader #trent alexander x you #trent alexander oneshot #trent aa #taa x you #taa x reader #taa imagines #taa66 #taa #taa66 blurb

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“playing with the edge of your screen protector that keeps folding upwards” this is the realest thing y/n has done since the incarnation of x reader fics i fear

HAHA THANK YOU

i strive to make them as realistic as possible

#bahr anon #bahr replies #when ppl notice the little details in my fics i cry btw

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i need to see kylian driving through the streets of alger windows down blasting rai backwards hat on toothpick between his teeth tiny cup of black coffee in one hand wheel in the other

#ILL I AM ILL. #kylian mbappe #mbappe #kylian #kylian mbappé #mbappé

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dialogue 7 and trope 16 (Secret Relationship) with jude please

also congratulations on 300 followers my lovely, you deserve even more!! <3

Thank u sm for the lovely words i hope you enjoy <333

"ooohh you wanna kiss me sooo bad

Secret Relationship

word count. - 600+

watch it - Jude is clingy and does NAWT care

"Ooohh you wanna kiss me sooo bad.” Jude smiles, leaning into your space as you back hits the wall. He stares at you, gaze trailing shamelessly down to your lips where he lingers there for a moment. He inches closer, so much so that you can smell the body wash on him. Minty fresh. Dear god.

You look around the hallway that you’re both in, eyes wide,“Yeah but not here.” You hiss, pushing him aside and walking away briskly.

He pouts, chasing after you. Pet names and pleas on his lips.

Ever since he landed in Madrid his sights have been on you. You were so kind and welcoming. So sweet. But timid. He thought you were afraid of him at first, if not wary.

Quick to duck out of the way when your paths crossed and never once starting a conversation. Turns out you just had a crush and didn’t know how to deal with it. And the rest is history.

After much pleading, begging, promising, and much compromising, he has you more or less.

Sure you can’t kiss him in public, hell you can’t even go out together, but he's yours and you're just as much his.

The media would tear him apart for having a regular girlfriend imagine if they found out he was with a staff member. You wouldn’t hear the end of it.

Besides, he likes to keep you all to himself. Just for his eyes.

And you want to keep out of the public eye at all costs so it works out.

It’s nearly empty around the training facilities today, it's why you popped in where you know he lingers around to say hi. He has other plans, obviously.

Unable to keep his hands to himself and begging for kisses. There’s cameras all over the place, you would know. You monitor half of them yourself.

You turn a corner to a dimly lit corridor lined with contraction supplies at each bend and twist. It leads to a storage closet, and you know the cameras don’t reach back here.

Jude follows, squinting as he has to duck under a few wooden boards and shooing away spider webs. Plums of dust curl around him but he follows. Even if he's in nothing but a white wife beater, shorts and slides. He’d follow you to the ends of the earth if you wanted. Just lead him.

You lean against a tall cardboard box, you think it's filled with steel beams but what do you know.

He reaches you soon enough, opening a hand out and you gladly take it.

”Where in the world did you take me?” He looks around.

”Super secret hideout.” You nod.

”Do I get a kiss now?” He tries, eyes wide.

You pull him closer to you, “mhm.”

He leans down, gently bringing his hands to cup your face, setting a soft kiss to your lips. And another, and another and another till you’re a giggling mess.

“Want to come over for dinner later? Mom wants to make you your favorite.” He mumbles against your lips, thumbs caressing your cheeks.

You eyes shine, “really? That’s so sweet of course I’ll come.”

peck, “perfect,” peck. Peck. Peck.

You say your goodbyes, and he pouts the whole way. But you kiss promises into his skin and he perks up. Excited to have you for dinner.

What a man. You can’t wait to see Denise. She’s so sweet to you. Jude is a bonus you suppose (you love him so so much).

#bahr footy #jude x reader #jude bellingham #jude x you #jude bellingham x reader #bahr replies #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham blurb #jude fluff #jude bellingham x y/n #jude bellingham headcanons #jude bellingham fic #jude bellingham fanfic #jb5 #jb5 blurb #bahr 300 event #jude bellingham fluff

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guys. guys she SPEAKS KABYLE. YALL.

kylians family were in alger im crying so bad

#better than zidane tbh #she said her dads from tizi #u think kylian knows a few words bc i think so #gotta at least know aghyoul #this is so special to me #mbappe #kylian mbappe #kylian

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prompt 9 trope 3 w clingy trent please

- "Stay, please?" - Fake Relationship

Word count - 1.1k+

Watch it - reader loses mind bc trent is sweet and nice what's new 

Trent but youre whole relationship is based on a lie you can't fall back on now. 

Lets paint the picture, yeah?

Mutual friend's wedding, dear old Sammy is getting married. The both of you have been invited. You haven seen Trent in a minute so you both figure you might as well go together. Cut down on carbon emissions and what not. Besides you didn't want to deal with driving in your heels and Trent wanted the company. Sweet and simple.

He picks you up right on time (he looks lovely in a suit), the ride there is filled with catching up and teasing words before you slip into a comfortable silence. He holds the door for you when you get there, and walk in looking more like a couple than the damn married couple. You do your rounds, greeting your friends when you get there before heading off to your assigned seats next to each other. You enjoy the light snacks before heading off to mingle, saying your congrats to the bride and groom. 

Your friend's grandmother comes over smiling at both of you, calling you such a cute couple. She says the next wedding better be yours. She looks so happy, hands over her heart and reminiscing about her late husband and how much you and Trent remind her of her youth.

And what are you supposed to do to crush a little old woman's dream? No. 

Instead Trent wraps an arm around your waist, bringing you close and telling her she'd be the first to get invited. 

Little did you know that everyone and their mother was watching the no more than minute long interaction go down and here you are. You can't tell your friend you lied to her grandma on her wedding day what a horrid person you are. 

Instead you and Trent agree to go along with it, fake it for a bit and then announce a mutual break up. 

Easy peasy right? Wrong !! If only you didn't have heart eyes with him to begin with. What a cruel fate you've been served. 

Each and every time he smiles and pecks your cheek in front of friends you want to scream and tell him to just date for real already. But no you can't, you won't, dont. Whatever. 

You have to live off of the quick kisses that never meet your lips and the touches that he never truly means. He's an absolute menace when it comes to physical touch. Unable to keep his hands off of you. Even when you're out of sight. He still clings to you. Hands in the back of your jeans, in the buckles and loops of your pants pulling you closer. Whenever he finds himself at your home he's always so reluctant to leave. Staying over probably many more times than needed. And it only makes your head spin.

You're doomed. Completely and utterly doomed. 

Today you're sitting at a dinner with the same group of friends at the back of a fancy restaurant while you fight your floor-length gown from riding up in your seat. Trent sits next to you. Of course he does. 

You got here together yet again. It's to make things easier to say in the back of your mind. Yeah. Not because you've gotten used to him driving you about. 

The conversations around you eventually dull to nothing more but lingering comments as plates of food finish and checks come around. 

Not a bad night you suppose.

Sammy pipes up as everyone is gathering their things, “so when's the wedding?” eyebrows wiggling. 

You wave her off, “oh I don't know we haven't really talked about that yet.”

Trent gives a nod, tucking his dress shirt neatly into the waistband of his pants,”I've been too busy with everything.”

People give sympathetic nods and you quickly shove your purse back into your bag. You say goodbye to everyone and slip an arm into Trents as you walk back to the garage. He's still a gentleman even out of sight. Holding your dress up for you as you make your way up curbs. 

“Can't believe they're asking for a wedding.” you huff. 

Trent shrugs, “could be worse.” pulling you closer against him.

You sigh,"I suppose so.”

“You look pretty.” he smiles, leading the way back to his car

“Thank you,” you turn your head away from him. Afraid he’ll catch on to just how much his words fluster you.

You reach his car soon enough, arm slipping from his grasp as he leans to open the door. You slip inside without much of a fuss. Neither of you speak for a moment when you're both buckled up. 

He sighs, putting his car into drive and heading out of the garage. Almost fighting with the ticket (it refuses to scan) and zooming out before he pops a blood vessel.

He hands you his phone and you put in your address while watching the city streets bleed by into the night. It feels good out, so you lower your window all the way down, sticking a hand out.

He smiles, mimicking you and humming softly under his breath.

“Oh shit.” you exclaim.

“What?”

“I think I left my jacket at your place. I can stop by tomorrow to get it ?”

“Nah, we’ll just stop by. Add it as a stop.”

“You sure ?” you bite your lip. Afraid of overstepping. 

“I'm sure,” he nods. 

You do so. And before you know it both of you step out onto his driveway and duck inside. You forget just how expansive the place is. Jeez.

You find the jacket tossed on his couch and you tuck it into your arm. 

“I'll see you then?” you try, voice soft. Will there be a next time 

"Stay, please," Trent's voice interrupts the heavy silence, his eyes pleading with you as if begging for a moment's respite from the chaos swirling around you.

You turn to him, feeling the weight of his words pressing against your chest. "I can't," you murmur, voice thick. "Not like this."

His expression falls, picking at his nails as you try not to feel like a bitch. 

“Then, stay but not like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean like-fuck,” he scratches the back of his neck, “i dont wanna just keep pretending anymore.”

You blink. “Trent I'm not following.”

“You're so dense I want to date you and you date me for realI.” he raises his hands in exasperation. 

You blink again, hard. Unable to process anything. 

“Please say something-'' you shut him up with a swift kiss. Pawing against his dress shirt and pressing him against you. 

“Is that a good answer?” you look away, toying with the buttons around his collar. 

“Yup!” he chirps, “perfect so perfect so amazing.” melting into your touch and chasing for your lips. 

Maybe that wedding will happen after all. 

#trent alexander arnold x reader #trent alexander imagines #trent alexander arnold #trent x reader #trent alexander x you #trent alexander oneshot #taa x you #taa x reader #taa imagines #taa66 #taa #taa66 blurb #bahr footy #bahr 300 event

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whew i just posted like 4 from the event today thats all for now

#tired #bahr footy #time to hunker down and read LEWIS HAMILTON FICS HHHAHHAHAHA #bahr 300 event

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https://www.tumblr.com/bahrtofane/747519983329968128/event-time

will you still be taking requests longer oneshots (rather than blurbs) like you usually do?? x

hello hello hello

this is interesting bc i haven’t had request open in a min?

usually what happens is ppl send ideas or thoughts and sometimes im like this is good i wanna do it so i do

or sometimes people just rly rly wanna see a part 2 of something (like jude star promise) so popular consensus is what i sometimes go off of

orrrrr i do polls and see what ppl wanna see first !

all of the above will take a back seat as of rn for the event and business will be back to usual after wards

hope this answers ur question ! plz don’t hesitate if this is confusing or anything

#bahr footy #bahr anon #bahr replies

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Dialogue 15 and trope 19 with Kylian 💞 Your writing is so good!

thank u sm !! enjoy lovely <333

- "Can we start over, just you and me?" -  Second Chance

word count - 600+

watch it - kinda toxic relationship but its okay kinda happy ending hehe

In some parallel universe there's a version of you and kylian that haven't broken up and you're still in his home cozy in his expensive comforters without a care in the world as he pressed kisses to your cheeks. 

This is not your universe and the reality that you live is instead that you haven seen him in weeks and the last you did you stormed off screaming at dinner. Hey can you really blame yourself? 

Kylian has dragged you on a wild ride filled with so much drama you could actually kneel over and die just from thinking about it. 

And if you ask him, he'd say you were never together. The nerve. 

You hope he breaks a knee or something. That would shut him up. You think hes single handedly the most egotistical person you have ever had the misery of meeting. 

To him, he was untouchable. On and off the pitch. He was-is- Kylian Mbappe, what does anyone have to say to his face but praise? Nothing. 

Funny thing is you never meant to get involved this much. At the wrong moment at the wrong time. And boom you collided. Literally. At a friend's birthday dinner you got up to fix your dress, and here comes Mr hot shot not looking where he was going and slammed right into you. Sending you right into the table ribs first. That bruise was sore for ages. 

And the rest is history. A very miserable depressing history that leaves you with a pile of keepsakes under your bed. You have yet to find the heart to throw them out. 

And through all this you still let him come obver after practice to ‘talk.’ what the hell is there to talk about? The rumors that made you leave? The amount of times he never outright said you were together? God. 

He shows up soon enough. In all black and with flowers and a bag. You toss them into your kitchen table and guide him to your couch. 

“What is this about Kylian?” you sigh. 

He wrings his hands together, unable to look you in the eye. 

"Can we start over, just you and me?" soft. Gentle. 

“Kylain.” you warn. 

“I'm serious. I let talk and rumors get the best of me. I failed you in the process.”

“We start over and we what, do the same thing over and watch how you embarrass me?” you lash out. 

He winces,”no. I want you back and I want to treat you properly. I'm sorry for all I put you through. That's on me and always will be. But I can't just let you leave. I need you.”

"Fine," you relent, your tone laced with reluctance. "Let's start over. But this time, Kylian, we do it on my terms. No more games, no more lies. Just honesty, trust, and a genuine effort to make things work."

Kylian's expression softens, he's relieved. "I promise, this time will be different. I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust and make things right."

You nod, though the doubts still linger in the back of your mind. "We'll see," you murmur, unwilling to fully let your guard down just yet. You know him well enough to know not to jump for joy. He needs to prove all this talk to you first. 

As Kylian reaches out to take your hand, you can't help but wonder if you're making a mistake, if you're setting yourself up for heartbreak once again. But amidst the uncertainty, there's a glimmer of hope—a belief that maybe, just maybe, this time will be different.

Together, you take a tentative step forward, ready to give love another chance, praying that this time, it won't end in disappointment. Praying that you won't have to tear down every little thing that reminds you of him. That maybe Kylian has space for you in his life rather than just  haphazard room he's made on a whim from shoving things aside till they swallow you whole. 

Only time will tell. 

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300 event - ₊✩‧˚౨ৎ˚⋅Kylian Mbappe

hat trick?, friends to lovers just us, second chance

#kylian mbappe one shot #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe imagines #kylian mbappe fanfic #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian x reader #jude bellingham #bahr footy #kylian imagines #kylian x you #kylian fanfic #kylian fluff #kylian mbappe fluff #kb7 blurbs #kb7 #bahr 300 event

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Prompt 17 trope 1 (friends to lovers) w/ Kylian pls 🤭🤭

- “I'll score a hat trick for you if you go on a date with me." - Friends to Lovers  i tweaked the quote just a little to "“If I score a hat trick for you will you go on a date with me?” sorrehhh

word count - 600+

watch it - misunderstandings turned to fluff and happiness yay !!

“You wanna come to the game?” Kylian blurts out, legs pressed up to his chest while he picks at his nails. He was never any good at facing you and saying things he ment. Not with his chest anyway. 

“Maybe.” you mumble back, playing with the edge of your screen protector that keeps folding upwards.

You sit at a mutual friend's place. In the back patio overlooking the pool. The water shines. You think his eyes shine brighter but what do you know.

Kylian is somewhat still of a complete mystery to you in a sense. You know the Kylian that you've come to call a friend. Introduced one hazy night on this same patio, down the steps and out at the fireplace on a summer night. 

You thought people were all joking, that Mbappe was here. But there he was. Head thrown back laughing at something someone had head while you squeezed into a chair and watched the embers dance on his skin.

He had found you first. Putting your arms out to catch some of the heat, sliding into the sleek white leather seat next to you and smiling. Reaching his arms out and doing the same.

“Cold isn't it?”

Friendship has bloomed since. 

Or well whatever you want to call what you have going on. Friendship that teeters on the edge of being more while the both of you dance around the implication of your gazes. 

You turn to look at where he sits beside you now. 

“Why do you want me to go anyway?” you wonder out loud, setting your phone to the side and facing him.

“You know why I think,” he gives you a weak shrug.

“What does that even mean Kylian.” 

A second shrug. 

“What if…” his voice trails off and he shakes his head, gathering his sunglasses and getting up.

You frown, “hey,” slinging your purse and following him back inside where some of your friends are in conversation. 

He waves you off, weaving between people to get to the front door.

“Kylian,” you all but yell. A few heads turn but you dont care all that much.

He stops at the hallway leading to the front door. “It was stupid okay you i know you don't want to come.”

Your brows furrow, “what makes you say that.”

He sighs, “oh come on.”

You cross your arms, “I'm serious, I don't know what this is about.”

“You look like you want to hurl when I look at you. It's like you tolerate me just for the sake of it.”

Your gaze softens, “I don't. I enjoy your company.”

“You don't act like it.” he dead pans. 

“I don't know, maybe if you didn't walk around eggshells when you see me it would make me feel better.”

He looks at you like you just grew a third eye. “Me, egg shells? I compliment you and you look like you want to throw a shoe at me.”

“Oh for fucks sake kKylian i act like that because im attracted to you. I have goddamn feelings you absolute idiot.” you spew out in one breath. Palms sweating. 

“Really?” he says softly, leaning against the wall. 

“Yes really,” you mumble, looking away. You're gonna be sick.

“That's good then, “he scratches the back of his neck, “it's mutual.”

You perk up at this, “actually?”

He reaches a hand out and you give him yours, “yes really.” softly rubbing his thumb over yours. 

You hum, “thats good then.”

“You'll come to the game then?”

You smile,”I will.’

“If I score a hat trick for you will you go on a date with me?” he teases. 

You roll your eyes, following him as he opens the front door, “where we headed?”

“Anywhere you want.” 

Sounds good to you. 

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Jude but he can not for the life of him get out of bed. His alarms have all gone off and he's still glued to your side, hogging the blankets and smashing his face against you. 

He's very comfy thank you very much. 

He doesn't have anything he has  to be at. Just a meeting, which in hindsight he definitely should already be up for but he just can't bring himself to. Not when you sleep so soundly next to him. He loves you. So so much. 

Jude knows he should probably move, should probably start his day, but the warmth of your body next to his, the gentle rhythm of your breathing, it's all too perfect to disturb. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, you smell like his body wash. 

It brings a smile to his face. You always make him get your back in the shower and he's started to use his own body wash on you too.

You laughed, “Now I smell like you.”

Boy do you.

In this moment, nothing else matters. Not the meeting, not the pressing tasks awaiting him. He doesn't feel like Jude Bellingham, he just feels like, well, yours. 

Another alarm goes off and he groans, tossing the covers off and heading over to the little bedside table at the other side of your shared bed. Aggressively slamming his fingers down on his screen so hard he thinks it might break for a second. But it doesn't. 

You begin to stir, grumbling and feeling for the covers with your eyes still closed. 

He coos, bringing the covers back and wrapping you in them tightly. “Good morning m’love.” He gives you a kiss on your forehead, resting his arm next to you. 

“Moring,” you rasp out, head drooping to his arm. 

“I gotta get going in a sec baby.” 

You groan, “stay, please?”

How can he say no?

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