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omg are you gonna continue the sully x reader story cause I love it so so much

yes ofc everything is gonna continue (requests n series everythinggg) when my exams end aka june 11 🎉 it’s been too long i’ve been having writing withdrawal symptoms fr

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frank we need new music fr😖😖

literally been dying out here…WYA FRANK??

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LOVE THE WAY YOU CHANGED ALL THE COLORS AND THAT

THANK UUUU IT TOOK DAYS OMG 🙏🙏😭

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! once you are given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the asks of eight [8] people you adore! absolutely no pressure, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside & out, 𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜. ♡

thank u n ily2 ☹️☹️❤️

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just saw your picrew you look so pretty omg

ik ur not talking rn omg urs looks so much better than mine ur so pretty 🫶🫶

i was so confused on how to make it half of the time 😭 😭

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thank u for the tag again (˶ ˘ ³˘)

what i look like rn

what i wanna look like (my hair is damaged rn so i’m tryna fix the curls 😭)

starting a tag game cause i'm bored and i hate my notifications :D

WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE IRL

WHAT U WANNA LOOK LIKE

picrew: here!

tagging @random-doctor-on-the-internet @cataperat @discoveredreality @ladykiller-yt and @midnights-dragon

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thank u for the tag 🫶🫶

are u named after anyone? nope

when was the last time u cried? this morning 😋

do u have kids? absolutely not

what sports do u play/ have played? used to play netball. cricket. n hockey when i was younger, did a bit of kickboxing but stopped cause i couldn’t afford it 💀 now i just do football

do u use sarcasm? who doesn’t?

what is the first thing u notice abt ppl? body language idk

what is ur eye colour? blue n green (central heterochromia)

scary movies or happy endings? scary movies

any talents? not that i’m aware of

where were u born? england

what r ur hobbies? writing. gaming. listening to music

do u have any pets? two cats n a dog

how tall r u? five foot

favourite subject @ school? rn it’s history. used to be history n spanish but the ppl in my class n teachers r jarring icl

dream job? sports journalist (hopefully at sky doing football or smth)

15 questions, 15 friends

(thank you for tagging me @luvvtrent <3)

1 - are you named after anyone? nope but my third name is my grandma's last name

2 - when was the last time you cried? of sadness, probably Friday night, other than that yesterday

3 - do you have kids? nope, but i want some

4 - what sports do you play/have played? i used to play basketball when i was younger, than i took dancing classes (hip-hop and dancehall), i did a year of thaï boxing and now i do musculation at my school

5 - do you use sarcasm? sarcasm is me

6 - what is the first thing you notice about people? their outfit and their face

7 - what is your eye color? dark brown

8 - scary movies or happy endings? happy ending, i don't watch scary movies

9 - any talents? i can sing i guess

10 - where were you born? normandy in france

11 - what are your hobbies? eating, listening to music, i kinda like watching movies

12 - do you have any pets? nope, my parents don't want to 💀💀

13 - how tall are you? you mean how short ? 5'4 probably (I've been saying I'm 1,63m but i think I'm shorter

14 - favorite subject at school? english and spanish

15 - dream job? music journalist (or at least in the entertainment field)

tagging: @leviscolwill @louvrepool @trentione @letmeapologise @findingnemosworld @ts1m1kas @barcagirly @ihe4rtisa @deff0notaqsa @mentalbaddiex @judectrl @trentscc @hummusxx @conoreeces @brocedes

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girl pleaseeee more top boy fics, ur other ones , sooo good!!

preferably modie and jamie 😘

thanks boo :)

i promise to do more after my break n thank uu !! 🫶

feel free to send a request abt any of the characters in my masterlist 🫂

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thank u for the tag as always !! 😋

1. blonde by frank ocean

2. channel orange by frank ocean

3. dawn fm by the weeknd

4. flower boy by tyler, the creator

5. happier than ever by billie eilish

6. heroes & villians by metro boomin

7. sos by sza

8. trilogy by the weeknd

9. ultraviolence by lana del rey

tagging @trenterprise @strxnxiverse @trentione @formulalfc @lorarri

as always, i forget to respond to the tags 🙃 thank you for the tag lovely @luvvtrent

post your nine favorite albums!

i haven't gotten into listening to full albums before this year so they are pretty recent

1 - good girl gone bad by rihanna

2 - sos by sza

3 - 24 by la fève

4 - falling or flying by jorja smith

5 - igor by tyler the creator

6 - moreward (forward) by jordan ward

7 - 17 by xxxtentacion

8 - ocho by sdm (this was not intentional 😭)

9 - anti by rihanna

tagging @leviscolwill @louvrepool @lomltrentarnold @letmeapologise @findingnemosworld @ts1m1kas @barcagirly @ihe4rtisa

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so you’ll continue the kylian x reader/marie henry fic in the summer then?

yep !! sorry for not answering this sooner, but i’ll def be resuming all my fics by jun. 11 cause my exams finish then 🎉

thank u for sticking around n i promise i’ll be back continuing to write more here !! 👩‍🍳

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Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 💌🩷

thank u for the ask !! 🫂

house of balloons / glass table girls — the weeknd

novacane — frank ocean

les — childish gambino

break from toronto — partynextdoor

rehab (winter in paris) — brent faiyaz

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bye this is so cute thank u for the tag !! 🫂

last song: nights by frank ocean

last show i watched: the fresh prince of bel-air

spicy/ sweet/ savoury: i ❤️ spicy food w my whole heart

current obsession: revising kms. 2000s music n boxing

relationship status: mentally married to trent alexander-arnold 💍

tagging @trenterprise @strxnxiverse @trentione @formulalfc @photmath @lorarri

nine people id like to get to know better 🍃

- rules: answer the questions and tag nine* people you'd like to know better.

- *LOOSE suggestion just tag however many ppl you're comfy with

thank you for the tags pretty @luvvtrent

last song: let the light in by lana del rey and father john misty

last show i watched: lady and the tramp

spicy/sweet/savoury: sweet (the more sugar-filled i am, the happier)

current obsession: wemby (my newest pookie), school (against my will), discovering new music (tame impala and mf doom might become my next personalities)

relationship status: single as a pringle (if you know a tall black guy who is funny and loves all kinds of music, send him my way)

tagging my cuties @leviscolwill @brocedes @barcagirly @ihe4rtisa @ts1m1kas @findingnemosworld @letmeapologise @louvrepool (abbie my beloved) @deff0notaqsa

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❝ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐬' 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞 ❞

.ೃ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ! 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐬' 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭-𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✰ ´ˎ˗

⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⌇ 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐜 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞-𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐨. 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐦. 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 ੈ✩‧₊˚

ೀ.ᐟ⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲. 𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐚𝐮 𝐩𝐬𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐬𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐳 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐳 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐳 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐠𝐨. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 *ೃ༄

↳ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ೃ⁀➷ 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ༊*·˚

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 !

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐒𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐒' 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌

𝟐𝐡 𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝟏𝟒:𝟏𝟒

Marie Henry, the rising star from Ligue 1's Monaco and daughter of Arsenal legend Thierry Henry, is about to make history. The eighteen-year-old is set to become the first woman in Paris Saint-Germain, the men's professional team. This bold move follows FIFA's recent criticism for failing to introduce mixed-gender teams. The youngster is boldly stepping into uncharted territory, serving as a test model for what could be a transformative era in professional football.

According to sources at Sky in France, a mutual agreement has been reached between both clubs regarding the acquisition of the striker. Reports indicate that the player is currently undergoing medical examinations this afternoon and upon successful completion, the teenager is poised to transition from Monaco to PSG in a transfer deal valued at €56 million.

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐬𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝟐𝟓,𝟑𝟖𝟑,𝟗𝟏𝟒 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 incoming

𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

𝐩𝐬𝐠 #mariehenryrevolution💥🇫🇷 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲

_𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐢 bonne chance mon ami 😋 ⤷ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 merci bébé 🫶

𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐬 👀 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲

𝐣𝐝𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬 get back to the kitchen

𝐩𝐬𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 bienvenue au psg ! 🤝

𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐢 allez allez allez ! 🚀 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐞 is this a joke likeeee

𝐣𝐝𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 should've come to the prem 🙄🙄

𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐞 another henry masterclass incoming...

𝐜𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 my 5 y/o brother could play better than u 😂😂 ⤷ 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐫𝐚𝐲 keep ur insecurities to urself 2 incher xx

𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

୨୧ @𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ୨୧

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hey, just a little suggestion but when you write fics it’s not obvious who you’re writing about straight away and i feel like i have to read a bit or check the tags to see who it’s about. i feel like if you mentioned the footballers name at the top it would attract more readers :)

thank uu i had thought abt it before but assumed ppl would see the tags first

i’ll be editing my previous fics and my future ones w the names of ppl i’m writing abt in the future so thank u for the advice !! 🫶

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❝ 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 ❞

.ೃ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ! 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ✰ ´ˎ˗

⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⌇ 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ੈ✩‧₊˚

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⌇ 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

ೄྀ࿐ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⌇ 𝟎.𝟗𝐤 !

↳ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ೃ⁀➷ 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 (𝐢 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐋𝐎𝐋) 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 "𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞" 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐢'𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬' 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐧 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐜𝐥, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐢'𝐦 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐮 𝐢𝐟 𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐭𝐡. 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 !

“KYLIAN!” you whispered, although albeit a bit louder for it to be considered a complete whisper, more of a quiet-shout or yell. His head flicking around to yours, a silent question of the complete audacity you had yelling at him with his daughter fast-asleep in his arms. The room fell silent, the gentle jingle of the cot mobile reverberating around the room as he scanned you up and down. “What?” he whisper-yelled back, ironically, his voice hushed and exhaled deeply whilst you grinned at him excitedly; eyes flickering at the sleeping baby in his arms while you exchanged silent looks.

He looked down at his daughter once more, grinning slyly at her as he realised that tonight would finally be the first quiet night; it had all sorts of implications for you both. He would be able to sleep better, you too, as getting up in stupid hours of the morning had tragically become a normality for you both — in turn you would be less stressed, and he would be able to return to football with heightened abilities than on three hours of sleep before a Champions League Final. 

Kylian cooed silently at the baby in his arms, gently stroking across her cheeks with the tip of his finger, grazing softly across her smooth skin. His eyes narrowed and smile lines up to his ears as he grinned widely, teeth sparkling and on display as you watched him expectantly, one hand on the doorframe as you poked a look inside your daughter’s room. He eventually placed her down into her cot, moving back and waiting to see if she would suddenly start crying again without the warmth of her dad’s arms — it had happened before, celebrating too soon when she had quickly concluded she had been neglected by her parents and burst into a fit of tears that were only fixed by you swaying her restless form for a good hour.

You tilted your head at him, moving from the doorframe and out of the room as he tailed behind you and closed the door slowly. Then both marched your way down the stairs into the living room, a twinkle in your eye, already made up that tonight you would finally have some time alone with your boyfriend in peaceful bliss. “Are you sure she’s not gonna wake up this time?” he whispered to you, chuckling as you practically leaped down the stairs. You shook your head, reaching your hand out behind you for him to hold, and tugged him down with you to the living room. “She’s fine, Ky, don’t worry,” you looked at him with pleading eyes, a slight pout adorning your face as you tilted your head at him cockily.

The room fell to a comfortable silence, you half-expected her to wake up and start sobbing uncontrollably after your words of affirmation in some cynical and ironic twist, she didn’t. You could hear yourself breathing.

Kylian patted to the space next to him on the sofa, a nonverbal invitation, and you drowsily floated next to him – collapsing onto the pillows splayed out. You grabbed the remote control, lying across the sofa with your head holstered up by an inclined pillow as he eyed you cautiously, head flickering up to the ceiling every now and then as if he would be able to hear a crying baby through the walls. You laced your fingers with his, nodding assuringly, and then at the television — putting the volume on quite possibly the lowest it could go. 

Your boyfriend rolled his eye, practically snatching the remote out of your hands — not that you gave much of a fight for it — and placing it next to him, switching the television off as you frowned. He made his way towards the direction of the stairs and you scoffed at his apparent paranoia. “Where you going?” He didn’t respond. “Ky, she’s fine, let her rest.”

He shook his head, back facing you, and as you opened your mouth once more to reiterate further words of confirmation he uttered another statement to you, contorting his body round to look at you. “I’m not checking on her, just come here,” he outstretched his arm, palm out in your direction as you raised your nose up at it, confused by his actions. 

You stood up, the sofa springing back up under the lack of weight, and walked towards him — taking his hand in yours as he practically pulled you to the kitchen, not even looking at you as you giggled at him. “Where are we going? What are you doing?” you laughed, trying to resist his strength as he threw you about the house. “Stop asking questions and just come here,” he scoffed, finally turning around to look at you with his hands slinking down your figure and onto your waist. You looked up at him with awe-stricken eyes, your hair tousled across your face as he moved a gentle hand to adjust it out of your vision, then back down to your waist.

A gentle smile embellished your face, matching his as he chuckled, swaying side to side alongside you in the silence. “Haven’t had you for myself in so long,” he hummed, you simply nodded in return, chucking under your breath as he hushed you with a wide smirk across his features. He turned to look at the speaker behind him, tilting his head suggestively as you shook yours. “You’re gonna wake her up, Ky,” he just shrugged, eyes refusing to leave yours, then leant in with his arms laced around you. Your lips met in a gentle kiss, his hands running across your hips and waist, eyes shut as you allowed yourself to become overwhelmed with the sensation. The feeling of kissing him, the feeling of being loved by him.

୨୧ @𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ୨୧

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❝ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭 ❞

.ೃ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ! 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫 ✰ ´ˎ˗

⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⌇ 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ੈ✩‧₊˚

ೀ.ᐟ⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐧 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 *ೃ༄

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⌇ 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

ೄྀ࿐ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⌇ 𝟏.𝟏𝐤 !

↳ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ೃ⁀➷ 𝐢'𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢'𝐦 𝟏𝟔 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐜. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐡 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐟𝐫. 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 !

“LEAVE SOME FOR THE KIDS!” you exclaimed, half-groaning as your boyfriend shovelled more and more sweets and chocolates out of the bowl you had placed them in just ten minutes ago. He chuckled, eyeing out the window and watching as groups of children and teenagers walked up and past your road in various costumes; a pirate, a scream killer, a ghostbuster, and a witch giving your house the quick one-two and pointing at it.

You grinned to yourself, grabbing the bowl off of the table and out of your boyfriend’s grasp as he frowned at you — brows knit together, almost pouting. You glared at him, silently passing a few of the snacks out of the bowl in your arms and onto the table — scoffing as you did so. Kylian gratefully took them, unravelling the wrapper and placing it in the forming hill of packaging. You had prided yourself on the Halloween decorations set up outside your house, a string of orange, purple, green, and red lights outside railing around the house. As well as a fake gravestone, giant spider, and pop up ghosts that shot up and made you laugh every time a toddler came too close and got scared by it.

Kylian, however, seemed too distracted by the extra assortment of snacks you had prepared; especially the Halloween-themed food. The doorbell rang — you were already making your way towards it with the bowl in hand as you had been watching them scouting the area for potential houses to get food from. “Trick or Treat!” they exclaimed in unison, small orange and purple bags in hand likely for the food you were about to give them; you had to hold back from audibly saying ‘aww’ as you pouted at the kids.

You grinned at them, handing them some food out of your bowl and then waving them off, Kylian still occupied eating the remaining snacks off of the table — you simply rolled your eyes. He was chewing on what you assumed was another chocolate, and gazed over at the mound of wrappers on the table in front of him, snatching it into your hand and walking up to the bin as he practically snorted at you. “Mon migon, please, a few more.” You chuckled softly to yourself, shaking your head whilst he gazed at you with his head tilted and keen eyes, brows raised. 

“I’m not falling for that, Ky,” you turned away from him as he tucked in his bottom lip after failing to woo you over to him and giving him more food, looking out the window at more kids coming up the street. He attempted to concoct a plan in his head while you were occupied in the kitchen – actually, what were you doing in the kitchen?

Kylian leaned back on his chair, trying to peek around the wall and into the kitchen, you were standing there with your back to him and hands rummaging through a cupboard below the sink. The doorbell rang again and he smacked his head to the side to look in the direction of the sound, then at you with the bowl, unaware of the kids at the door.

“Chérie?” Kylian stood up, head drawn between the expecting kids at the door and you in the kitchen. He stalked towards you, poking his head through the doorframe and watching you with wide open eyes, looking between you and the bowl. Earplugs adorning your ears, a soft tune radiating off of your head, and he tapped you softly on the shoulder. “There are children at the door,” he stated, hand reaching for the bowl in front of you which you swatted away.

He furrowed his brows at you, frowning, then half-laughing as you took the objects out of your ears and blocking your hearing; glaring at him expectantly. “You’re gonna eat all of them?” you questioned, eyes narrowing interrogatively while placing the earplugs down onto the kitchen counter and your hands on your hips.

He grinned, rolling his eyes and looking down at you with a coy smirk. Kylian shook his head, pointing at the direction towards the door, and you peered over his shoulder on your tiptoes — then grabbed the bowl, Kylian snatching one sneakily as you walked past and quickly placing it into his pocket. You finally made your way to the door, bowl balanced on one palm and pressed against your chest.

Kylian railing behind you with his hands in his pockets, the door opened and kids yelled in excitement, then directed their attention to the man behind you. “He looks like Mbappé,” one of them whispered in hushed tones to another, they looked at him with a familiar glint in their eye, a childish sense of adoration sparkling in their line of vision.

You turned behind you, widening your eyes. “Ky—“ you paused, immediately giving his identity away to the kids, then murmured profanities under your breath. You turned back round, breath hitching, his arms now wrapped around your shoulders rubbing comforting touches into your clothed skin. You handed over a couple of bars into each of the kids’ hands who walked away from the house hesitantly, eyes drawn to Kylian behind you, and you closed the door.

You scoffed, turning behind you and glaring at him. He shrugged, pulling the chocolate out of his pocket and unwrapping it while staring at you, smiling cockily, and throwing the unwrapped treat into his mouth. You huffed, holding in a silent laugh and then moving past him into the living room. “When we have kids they’re gonna hate you every single Halloween, you do know that?” you side eyed him as he approached you, leaning over the sofa in which you had recently sat in and shrugging. 

His eyes wrinkled at their corners as he beamed at you, unable to hold in his childish endeavors. “When are we gonna have kids then?” he teased, arms either side of you. You tilted your head at him and grinned, standing up alongside him and making your way up the stairs. “Ignore the doorbell whenever it goes off then,” he winked, taking your hand in his. “Guess I’ll get all the snacks,” he chuckled, and you hummed in satisfaction, holding in a laugh.

୨୧ @𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ୨୧

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❝ 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ❞

.ೃ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ! 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫. 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐯 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 ✰ ´ˎ˗

⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⌇ 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 ੈ✩‧₊˚

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⌇ 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐳𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐳𝐥𝐚𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

ೄྀ࿐ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⌇ 𝟎.𝟕𝐤 !

↳ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ೃ⁀➷ 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐜𝐥. 𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢’𝐦 𝟏𝟏 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐜𝐥 𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 !

YOU WATCHED AS DOMINIK CONTROLLED THE BALL SEAMLESSLY BETWEEN HIS FEET, there was a time you would have been able to see it for yourself in person, in front of you in your back garden. Now he’s been reduced to a flat surface in your living room. He didn’t possess the same qualities you knew him for in person, of course his skills in football and grinning appearance. But you didn’t see him. The way he would laugh every time he watched you try to copy some of his techniques, guiding your legs and mimicking your movements as you tried to flick the ball up on your feet and knees with little success.

He was still there to guide the way, he wasn’t here now. The football he used to bring over to your house now sat still in a heap of old leaves, gathering dirt in its seams whilst the colour faded. If anything your whole house lost its colour, its spark; it got quieter without him there. You had restless nights thinking of flying over from Hungary to England, but were you that close?

You didn’t think so, there was definitely something budding between you, he couldn’t deny that. However he had most likely moved on, got a proper girlfriend, one that wouldn’t be too afraid to express her feelings towards him until it was too late — until he moved country and you could only text him; which was what you were doing now. Your eyes poised, transfixed even by his movements on the pitch, even when he didn’t have the ball you were watching him. The messages on your phone discarded beside a pillow, open on the tab clearly displaying his lack of replies to you throughout the month he had left compared to before.

He would be busier, time zone difference, at least that’s what you told yourself. For some reason you just couldn’t accept the fact that whatever it was that you had was long gone, what it could have been was long gone.

You could see him with the ball again, sliding past a defender and running after the ball that was heading for the penalty box with such speed that you were afraid the goalie would have come out of his box and tried to rescue it. Dominik stepped the ball over his feet, transferring it from one to the other to avoid a budding defender and then kicked the ball. Your heart almost stopped. You leaned closer to the screen to watch the ball flying over people’s heads and the goalie turning to the left to dive. Your breath practically hitched as you grabbed onto the ends of the sofa in which you were sitting on. The ball launched higher, higher, further, further. Then it finally sank into the back of the net.

It was almost embarrassing how loudly you screamed, your neighbours may have even heard it. You didn’t even care at this point – just jumping up and down with a Liverpool shirt on and his name on your back. There was a time where he would’ve come over to your house after a game, win, draw, or loss. If he had lost you’d already be making hot chocolate for him, fuck the diet, and a warm blanket with his favourite show on. If he had won, you’d be doing the same thing you were doing now, with him knocking on your door with a wide grin and open arms. The last time he drew he came over with a bunch of flowers and a frown, only looking up from kicking gravel underfoot when you swung the door open and looked at him confused.

Dominik had handed you the flowers and you made way for him to come in. “You ‘kay?” you had asked, brows knit together in concern whilst he sat down on the sofa with his back hunched over. “I’m leaving RB Leipzig,” he had stated. “Really? Where are you going?” you had inquired, cheeks beaming and head tilted, but he was still frowning. “Liverpool.” You mentally flinched, grimacing. “Is that in Hungary?” you had asked, knowing the answer, knowing your question was everything but rhetorical and yet you knew it wasn’t in Hungary – predicted the next month of your life and more in a single question. You knew he was already gone. The next time he won a game, halfway across the world, you waited for a knock on the door. It never came.

୨୧ @𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ୨୧

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