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trust

pairing: kylian mbappe x reader

summary: it's 2am. kylian is calling and calling but you aren't picking up. he lets his anxiety get the better of him. based on this request.

words: 1.6k

warnings: angst, fluff, cursing, mentions of infidelity, mentions of alcohol

author's note: this was so fun to write! i love writing kylian so much. hope you all enjoy :)

"Mon amour, where are you? Call me back. I'm worried."

This was perhaps the twelfth voicemail Kylian had left you that night. It was well past 2AM. You had gone out to celebrate the end of finals with some of your friends. Kylian had encouraged you to go, knowing how hard you had worked this semester. He knew and loved all of your friends from school, and there had never been any reason for him to not trust you. You had told Kylian that you would be home by midnight and to not wait up for you. Well, midnight had turned into 1AM, which had turned into 2AM, and you were nowhere to be found. You weren't answering his text messages and your calls were going straight to voicemail.

"Dammit," Kylian muttered to himself when his thirteenth call went to voicemail. He told himself not to panic. Your phone was always dying while you were out, no matter how many times Kylian told you to make sure it was fully charged before leaving the house. Yet, as the minutes ticked on, and Kylian lay wide awake in bed, unable to fall asleep without you next to him, the what ifs and worst case scenarios crept into his mind. What if you had gotten into an accident on your way home? What if you had been kidnapped by a stranger at the club? What if you had taken this opportunity to leave him for someone else? Kylian was not typically the anxious type, but he felt his muscles tense up and his heart start to beat faster as his mind ran through all of the possibilities.

Punctuality had never been your strong suit, he thought to himself. Soon after the two of you started dating, he learned that if you told him you would be there at a certain time, you actually meant that you would be there about thirty minutes after that. He had affectionally started teasing that you had your own standard time. You were always in your own timezone, in your own world, playing by your own rules.

Tonight was different, though. Even on your worst days, you had never been more than two hours late without at least a phone call. He thought about going out and looking for you, but he realized that you hadn't even told him which club you were going to. He could drive around Paris, scouring the streets for you, calling out your name like you were a lost pet - maybe even putting up missing signs (Have you seen this girl? Report all sightings by calling this number. Do not run after her - she doesn't like to be chased. Trust me, I would know) - but he knew it would be useless. Kylian finally sat up in bed and decided to call some of your friends who he knew you had gone out with. No answer. The lump in his throat grew ten times bigger. What if you weren't where you said you would be? This thought had never, ever crossed his mind before. Trust was such an important part of your relationship that it had never come into question in the four years you had been together. He never had any reason not to fully trust you, and he knew you felt the same about him. But in the wee hours of the morning, the insecurities Kylian never knew he had came crawling out into the open.

3:43. That was the time on the bedside clock when Kylian heard the security system go off downstairs. He heard you fumble as you struggled to remember the code to turn the alarm off. His exhaustion had finally gotten the best of him and he had dozed off a few minutes ago. He heard the stair boards creak as someone walked up the stairs. Was it finally you?

"Kyky!"

He knew instantly that you were drunk. Your words were slurred and you were stumbling around in the dark, barely able to keep your own body upright. Kylian hurriedly stood up, worried that you would fall, and helped you to your side of the bed. As soon as you sat down, you wrapped your arms around him.

"Baaaaby, I missed you 'smuch," you said, as you placed sloppy kisses all over him. Your breath smelling of vodka and cigarettes.

"Y/N, stop," Kylian said, pulling away from you. You looked up at him, surprised by his sudden coldness. "Where were you? I've been calling you like crazy."

"'m sorry, my phone died."

Kylian stood up from the bed and started pacing the bedroom, arms folded across his chest. His eyes were tracking the floor.

"I even called your friends and no one answered! Do you know how fucking worried I was?"

The harshness in his tone made you sober up quickly. "Ky, I'm so sorry, we were all drunk out of our minds."

"You said you would be back by midnight, it's almost fucking four am!" He raised his voice at you, which made you flinch.

"I said I was sorry!"

"Who were you with? You smell like cigarettes and I know you don't smoke." Kylian was standing dead in his tracks now. You didn't recognize the look in his eyes - a mixture of sheer exhaustion and absolute rage.

"People around me in the club were smoking."

"Bullshit. Who is he?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused as to what he was talking about. "What?"

"I said, who is he? What's his name?"

"Ky, you're being insane right now."

"I never thought you would hurt me like this, Y/N. I thought we were going to get married, I thought it was going to be us until the end."

"Ky, stop it! Do you really think I would cheat on you?"

"I don't know, where were you? Why are you four hours late and drunk out of your mind?"

You stared at him for a minute. You couldn't believe he was being serious right now. Yes, you were late and probably should have called, but you didn't think that your actions had warranted this kind of a response. You hesitated, half wondering if you should just leave and spend the night with a friend, before finally taking out your phone and plugging it into the charger.

"What are you doing?"

You didn't answer for a moment, sitting down on the bed and facing away from him. You couldn't bear to look him in the eyes. "Showing you proof," you said quietly. "Something I never thought I would have to do."

The two of you sat in silence, backs facing away from each other, for a moment while your phone began to start up again. After a minute, you pulled up your camera roll and tossed your phone towards Kylian, not even bothering to look at him. Kylian picked up the phone and began scrolling through all of the countless photos that you and your friends had taken that night. There were videos of you taking shots, photos of you posing in the bathroom with your girlfriends, clips of all of you dancing together, not a single man in sight.

"Oh," was all Kylian could say as he stared down at the phone, shame swelling up inside of him as he realized just how wrong he was.

"Happy now?"

"Cherie, I'm sorry."

"Forget it. I thought we were never going to do this, Kylian. I thought that no matter what happened, we were going to at the very least always trust each other." You stood up, almost completely sober by this point. "Now we don't even have that." You walked towards the bathroom, taking off your dress as you did so. Kylian followed behind you.

"I'm so, so sorry. I never should have said those things. I was just so worried."

"Yeah, and I know I should have called, but that doesn't give you the right to accuse me of cheating." You were standing in front of the mirror in your underwear while Kylian was behind you. You refused to look at him, instead searching around for your makeup wipes, hoping that Kylian wouldn't notice the wetness that had begun to form in your eyes.

"Please," Kylian pleaded, his voice cracking softly as he came up behind you and put his arms around your waist. "Forgive me, amour. I don't know what got into me. It'll never happen again."

To your surprise, you didn't push him away, though you continued to refuse to meet eyes, focusing instead on removing your makeup. "I would never in a million years accuse you of cheating on me."

"I know, baby, I know." Kylian kissed you on the cheek from behind. He wiped away the single tear that was falling from your eye. "No crying, princesse, please."

The two of you stood there for a few moments as Kylian rested his head on your shoulder, arms still wrapped around your waist, and you continued to remove your makeup. Your silence conveyed more than you could say in that moment - mostly, it said, I accept your apology.

After you had brushed your teeth and changed into your pajamas, Kylian helped you into bed and tucked you in like he normally did every night, planting a kiss on both of your cheeks. He then got into bed himself and took you into his arms. "I love you so much, princesse."

"I love you too, Ky," you whispered back to him.

"Sweet dreams, amour."

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lfcslut · 1 year

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Hi! Request for Kylian Mbappe. Where y/n is out partying with her friends and kylian is left at home. And it’s nearly 2am and y/n is not home yet. Kylian always texting and calling her but she cannot be reach cause her phone died. And when she’s home, kylian is mad and think she’s cheating or something. They fight and make up at the end. Make it fluff and romantic pleaseee thank you 🫶🏻

coming right up for you anon! <3

#i was in the mood to write for kylian today but wanted to give golden a rest so i worked on this instead #hope you all like it!

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lfcslut · 1 year

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i have a golden playlist that i made and want to share with you all but idk how to do that without doxxing myself lol

#been listening to it nonstop

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lfcslut · 1 year

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golden - part II

kylian mbappe x female reader

summary: you are childhood best friends with kylian. he grew up to become a professional football player, and you grew up to become a sports journalist. but what happens when outside forces test the limits of your love and friendship?

words: 4.7k

warnings: angst, fluff, cursing, violence, mentions of blood, alcohol, mentions of sex

author's note: thank you so much for the feedback on part i 🥺 you all are truly the best. please let me know what you think about part ii. i absolutely loved writing this one! and don't worry, there will be more kylian and soph in the next part :)

“You did what?”

You were sitting on your friend Lila’s bed. You had just told her about what had transpired between you and Lucas the night before. You were nervous, not knowing how she would react to your escapades.

“Soph, I have never known you to sleep with someone on the first date. And I’ve known you for a long time.”

It was true. You, Lila, and Kylian had all grown up in the same suburb of Paris and gone to primary school together. The three of you had grown up watching football - so much so that two out of the three of you had decided to pursue it as a career. Lila, being the sensible one, had decided to go into business instead, but the two of you remained best friends to this day.

“I know, I know. I surprised myself, too,” you said, biting your bottom lip. Since leaving Lucas’s place this morning, your thoughts were all over the place. The sex had been good - like, really good. Better sex than you had in a long time. And Lucas had been so sweet. He had even offered to cook you breakfast that morning. But you had declined and rushed out of his apartment in a hurry. He had texted you a few hours later, but you still hadn’t responded.

“Well… do you like him?” asked Lila.

“You know, I think I do,” you answered truthfully.

“Then why haven’t you texted him back yet?” Lila asked incredulously. “He’s gonna think you only used him for sex.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed. “I don’t know. It feels weird. We barely know each other and he’s already seen me naked.”

“I mea, you’ve been texting for weeks now, right? I think you know him a little bit better than that.”

Lila was right. It wasn’t like you were a total prude. You had gotten to know Lucas fairly well over the past few weeks, so why did it feel so weird that you had slept with him?

“What’s bothering you?” asked Lila. She knew you better than anyone - even better than Kylian, to be honest. And that was saying something.

“It’s just… I can’t stop thinking about that article you sent me,” you finally admitted, looking down so as to not see Lila’s reaction.

“About Kylian?” Lila asked. She had always said that there was something between you and Kylian, but the three of you had been friends for so long that your closeness with him was like second nature at this point.

You nodded. “I don’t know why, but I got so mad after I saw that. Like, so mad that I immediately went to Lucas’s place and slept with him. And don’t get me wrong, I wanted to do it. I just wonder if I would have done it if I hadn’t seen that photo.”

Lila nodded and paused for a moment, thinking over her thoughts. “Do you think… do you think you were jealous?” She finally asked the question that you had been wondering this whole time.

“I don’t know, Li. I really don’t know,” you answered truthfully, knowing you couldn’t keep a secret from Lila to save your life. Lila and Ky were the two people on this earth who could read you like a book. “I was just upset that he would rub it in my face like that. He never lets the paps catch him with a girl.”

Lila nodded, agreeing with you. You hadn’t spoken to Kylian since the gala, which had been two days ago at this point. Your mind wandered to everything he could be doing right now… was he still with her? Had they spent the weekend together? And most of all, why did you care so much? You thought about checking your phone to see if he had followed anyone new on Instagram, but you stopped yourself. You were acting crazy. Kylian wasn’t even yours - not even close. He was a single man, free to do whatever - and whomever - he wanted.

Lila decided to make you lunch - your favorite, grilled cheese and tomato soup - to get your mind off of things. Afterwards, the two of you sat on the couch together and watched the latest episode of Love Island together. This was your favorite pastime - sitting in Lila’s apartment, watching trashy television.

“Oh shit,” Lila said while the two of you were scrolling through your phones during an advertisement.

“What?”

Lila hesitated, looking up at you quickly and then back down at her phone. “I think you need to see this,” she finally said, handing her phone to you. You looked at her screen, and your jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

“What the fuck. This is the girl from the gala?” you asked, but it was more of a statement than a question. There was no way you would forget her perfect fucking face that was so symmetrical and toned that you had thought there was no way this girl wasn’t a model. And there she was, looking up at you with your best friend next to her.

“Yeah, I thought she looked familiar. Her name’s Chloe, I think she’s an actress. I’ve seen her on TV before,” Lila said warily. “I can’t believe she would post this…”

“And Kylian fucking commented on it? With fucking heart eyes? Jesus Christ.” You tossed the phone back to Lila, unable to look at the photo any longer.

Lila paused for a moment, deep in thought with her eyebrows furrowed. She wanted to say something supportive, but what is there to say in a situation like this? “Babe, it doesn’t mean anything. She obviously just wanted to show off that she met Kylian Mbappe.”

“Yeah but he didn’t have to fucking comment on it!”

Kylian had never before publicly acknowledged any of the girls he had been linked to… well, except for you, but that didn’t really count. Sure, he would like a photo here and there, but he had never gone so far as to comment on a picture like this. And the fact that he was cool with her posting this publicly?

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, neither of you knowing exactly what to say. You thought about all the comments that Kylian had left on your instagram posts. He made it a habit to like everything you posted, and most of the time he would leave a comment too, ranging from the cheesy (my best friend ❤️ was a comment he had left when you won a journalism award one year) to the cheeky (I see you’re hard at work 😉 when you had been sent to Cannes on assignment and spent the majority of the time lounging on the beach).

“Soph, he’s an idiot,” Lila finally said, breaking the tense air. “Forget about him and think about sexy Lucas, who’s probably wondering why you haven’t texted him back yet.”

You chuckled at Lila’s nickname for Lucas. “You know what? You’re right.” You grabbed your phone and began texting Lucas back.

FIVE DAYS LATER

“Bro, have you seen what the papers are saying?”

Kylian was sitting on the couch in Achraf’s house after training while Achraf was in the kitchen preparing a snack. This had become somewhat of a nightly ritual for them after practice.

“What do you mean?”

“They’re going crazy over you and that Chloe chick. Are you telling me you haven’t seen it?” Achraf asked, bringing a bowl of popcorn over to the couch and sitting down next to Kylian.

Kylian shrugged. “You know I don’t pay attention to that bullshit.”

“Who even is she? Did you hook up with her?”

“Yeah,” Kylian said nonchalantly. He glanced at his phone and, ironically, noticed a Snapchat from Chloe pop up. He didn’t even bother opening it and went to his messages app, secretly hoping that he would see your name at the top. He had been doing this for the past few days since the night of the gala - intermittently opening his last text thread with you, hoping that you had texted him and he had just somehow missed it. Each time, he was inevitably disappointed.

“And you thought you’d tell me that when?” Achraf asked.

“It’s not a big deal, bro. But now she won’t stop messaging me.”

“Well, yeah. Don’t you think you’re sending her mixed signals?” Achraf said, tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth and offering some to Kylian, who declined.

Kylian groaned, throwing his head back on the couch and closing his eyes. Why had he left a comment on her post? And why was he still messaging her? Achraf was right. He was sending this poor girl mixed messages. He couldn’t help it though - sure, she was attractive and sweet, but his mind was elsewhere.

Kylian opened the Snapchat from Chloe, which was a mirror selfie of her in the bathroom of a bar. He scrolled up and commented “wow 😍”

“There you go with the heart eyes again!” Achraf exclaimed, peeking over Kylian’s shoulder. “What’s gotten into you?’

Kylian sighed. “I don’t know, man. I like her and all, but… I don’t know if I”m totally into it.”

Achraf nodded, throwing more popcorn into his mouth before finally saying, “Do you think it’s because of Soph?”

Kylian didn’t answer and his silence more or less affirmed Achraf’s question. This was the first time the two of you had an argument that lasted more than a few hours. And he had been the one to start it, which he was kicking himself over now. Once again, Kylian had let his short fuse get the better of him.

“Why don’t you just talk to her and apologize?” Achraf asked, as if the solution to his problems was as simple as that. Kylian had been asking himself this same question for the past five days, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He didn’t know if it was his ego that was getting in the way or if he just didn’t know what to say - probably both, he admitted to himself.

When Kylian didn’t respond, Achraf turned on the TV and started flipping through channels. When he didn’t find anything that he liked, he turned to Kylian and said, “Let’s go out tonight.”

Kylian was in such a daze, throwing around possible scenarios of how to apologize to you, that he almost didn’t hear what Achraf had said. “Huh? Go out?”

“Yeah, there’s this house party tonight that people are going to.”

“House party? What are we, 18?”

“Shut up, man. It’ll be fun.”

“Come on! It’ll be fun.”

That was how Lila had convinced you to go to the party of some guy you didn’t even know. Lila was a social butterfly, with connections to almost every prominent social circle in Paris, and it was a friend of a friend's birthday or something like that. Lila had told you to bring Lucas, and Lucas had of course agreed. It had only been about a week since your date - if you could call showing up unannounced at his house and then sleeping together a date - but the two of you had spent pretty much every night together since then.

You and Lila got ready together at your place that night. You decided to wear a long-sleeved little black dress that fit snugly around your figure. You were sitting on the floor in front of your full-length mirror doing your makeup, while Lila was at your vanity. You were wearing your hair curly tonight, and it fell gently across your shoulders.

“So when’s your boyfriend coming to pick us up?” Lila asked.

“He’ll be here any minute now, and he’s not my boyfriend!” you retorted, giving Lila a nasty look while she just grinned. Lucas had offered to drive the two of you to the party tonight. It had barely been a week, so naturally neither you nor Lucas had brought up exclusivity yet. Though with how much time the two of you spent together, you were finding it hard to believe that there was anyone else in his life.

“I saw his toothbrush in the bathroom,” Lila said casually as she applied her mascara.

“Wow, nosy much!”

“I had to take a piss and it was in plain sight!” Lila exclaimed, and the two of you laughed. “So, he’s been spending every night here?”

You hesitated, creeping towards the vanity to steal Lila’s eyeshadow palette. “Well, yeah. Pretty much every night this week.”

“Ooooh. If that’s not a boyfriend then I don’t know what is.” Lila teased, smirking. “Even my sneaky link isn’t over at mine that often.”

As you finished applying your makeup, you finally gathered up the courage to ask the question that had been on your mind since Lila had told you about this party. “Are you sure there’s no chance Kylian will be there tonight?”

“Well, I can’t guarantee it, but Paris is a pretty big city. I’d say the odds are slim,” Lila said, turning to look at you. “You two still haven’t made up, then?”

You shook your head. This was definitely the longest the two of you had gone without speaking. You wondered if perhaps this was it - if this was the fight to end all the fights, the one that would put a halt to your decades long friendship forever. To be honest, if he were to apologize to you today, you would probably forgive him. But that was the thing with Kylian - he was too stubborn to ever admit that he was wrong. You were usually the one who initiated apologies. But not this time.

“You two look gorgeous tonight,” Lucas said as you and Lila got into his car. You noticed that his eyes were only on you though, and this made you smile.

“Thank you, Lucas. And thank you for offering to chauffeur us,” Lila said, turning to you and winking.

“It’s my pleasure, ladies.”

As you drove towards where the party was located, you realized that this neighborhood looked familiar. It was the neighborhood where Kylian lived. You groaned under your breath when you realized this. You suddenly imagined you and Lucas running into him and Chloe at the party. The thought of this made you cringe. How fucking awkward would that be. Get a grip, Sophie, you thought to yourself. Lila was right. Paris was a huge city, what were the chances?

Not so slim, after all, it turned out. When Lucas pulled into the driveway of the house, you realized that this was more than just a house - it was a mansion. Beautiful stone finishes, tall glass windows, and a pool that was larger than your entire flat. The place was filled to the brim with people, and as the three of you entered, you could hardly hear your own thoughts over the loud music.

Somehow, Lila had spotted some of her friends as soon as she walked in, which left you and Lucas alone to wander around. A waitress walked up to you and offered you a drink, which you gladly accepted.

Unbeknownst to you, over on the other side of the house, Kylian and Achraf were walking in through the back gates.

“Whose party even is this?” Kylian asked, as the two of them walked through the sea of people on the back patio, many of them turning their heads to see if that really was Kylian Mbappe and Achraf Hakimi who had just walked in. Achraf was dressed in a dark green bomber jacket and jeans, while Kylian was in a black button-down.

Achraf shrugged. “Some Youtuber, I think?” The two of them headed to the outdoor bar and ordered their respective drinks, both non-alcoholic as they had training the next day. Kylian’s phone buzzed.

“Shit, Chloe is asking me where I am,” Kylian said. He began to draft a response but then deleted it, putting his phone back in his pocket. “I’m just gonna ignore her.”

He turned to Achraf, who was busy looking at his own phone, clearly not paying attention to what his friend was saying. “I think Brice is here!” Achraf said excitedly, as he brought his phone to his ear. “Mon pote, where are you?” He yelled while searching around the patio, looking for Tchaga. “What? In the kitchen?” Achraf screamed louder this time, but it was no use. “Damn, I can’t hear a thing,” he said, hanging up. “Let’s walk around and find him.”

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, you and Lucas had perched yourselves on the counter. You were on your second glass of champagne while Lucas was sipping on a beer. These days, you were somewhat of a lightweight, and so this second glass had resulted in you becoming tipsy and flirtier than usual.

“Imagine living in a house like this,” you said to Lucas, as you dreamingly stared up at the chandelier dangling above your heads.

“I wouldn’t know what to do with all the space, honestly,” Lucas responded, taking your hand into his and wrapping his other arm around your shoulders. You welcomed the embrace and rested your head against his shoulder. Even amongst all the people and noise around you, you felt surprisingly peaceful sitting here on a stranger’s counter, cuddled up with this boy you might just be falling for.

“I’m so glad I met you,” Lucas said into your ear, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“Me too,” you responded, looking up at Lucas. You put your hand behind his head and pulled him close to you, pressing your lips to his.

“Sophie?”

You heard a familiar voice behind you. You pulled away from Lucas and turned around to see Kylian standing behind you. Achraf stood next to him, his mouth hanging slightly open as his eyes traveled between the three of you.

“Kylian. Achraf.” Fuck. There was no doubt in your mind that they had seen your kiss. This was definitely not what you had imagined your reunion with Kylian would be like. Both you and Lucas got up off the counter and turned to face the two of them.

“Mbappe and Hakimi? No fucking way,” Lucas exclaimed, clearly oblivious to the awkward tension in the air.

“I’m sorry, was I talking to you?” Kylian asked angrily, his eyes turning towards Lucas. “Who even are you?”

“Kylian, please,” you urged through gritted teeth.

“Jeez, no need to be so hostile, man. I was just saying hi,” Lucas responded, taken aback by Kylian’s sudden combative demeanor.

“He’s with me,” you said firmly.

Kylian nodded and a small smile formed on his face. “Oh right. This must be that intern you’re fucking. Lucas, is it?”

“Ky, stop it,” Achraf said, pulling on his friend’s shoulder, but Kylian stayed dead in his tracks. By this point, the room had gone somewhat quiet, with most of the people around you watching the scene unfold in front of them. You saw Brice walking towards the pair, the look of delight on his face at having finally found his friends quickly turning into one of unease as he realized what was going on.

“Wow,” Lucas scoffed. “I guess it’s true what they say about your ego.”

“What did you just say?” Kylian asked, stepping closer to Lucas.

“Kylian, let’s go,” said Achraf, attempting to come between the two men, but Kylian wouldn’t let him.

“You heard me,” said Lucas, who was also now inching towards the footballer. “I thought people were just jealous when they said you were an arrogant prick who thinks too highly of himself. Turns out they were right.”

Before you knew what was happening, Kylian had swung a punch, his fist landing straight onto Lucas’s nose. You screamed, running in between the two of them, as Brice and Achraf quickly pulled Kylian away before he could do any more damage

“Oh my god, Lucas! Are you okay?” Lucas’s head was down and both of his hands were holding onto his nose, blood seeping through his fingers.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” said Kylian, who looked genuinely surprised at what he had just done.

“Get out! Just fucking leave!” You screamed at Kylian, before turning back to Lucas. You grabbed a kitchen towel and pressed it to his nose, which looked like it was almost certainly broken. Behind you, Brice and Achraf had finally gotten Kylian to come away with them as they exited the room.

“I’m fine,” said Lucas, taking the towel from your hands and using it to dab his nose. “Was that your ex? You never told me you used to date Mbappe.”

“No, no, he’s just a friend!” you exclaimed, feeling tears begin to well up in your eyes.

“It didn’t seem like he was just a friend.”

By this point, Lila had also heard the commotion and had come to your side, looking confused as to what she had just walked into.

“Lucas, please, I can explain,” you pleaded. “Let me take you home.”

“I’m fine. I can get home by myself,” Lucas said.

“You’re in no shape to drive! Let us take you,” Lila chimed in.

“I’d rather not,” Lucas said coldly. “Are you two okay to get home on your own?”

You and Lila nodded.

“Alright. Well, I’ll see you later, I guess.” Lucas barely looked at you as he left the kitchen and headed towards the front entrance. By this point, tears were streaming down your face.

Lila turned to you. “Are you okay, Soph? What happened?”

You shook your head, unable to speak as you attempted to wipe away the mixture of tears and mascara that stained your cheeks.

“Fuck. Okay, let me call us a cab.”

You and Lila both sat in silence during the taxi ride back home. Lila didn’t press the matter any further, which you were grateful for. She knew that you would tell her what had happened when you were ready.

Wanting to make sure that Lucas made it home okay, you pulled out your phone and noticed that you had five missed calls from Kylian, as well as a slew of unread text messages and voicemails.

You were absolutely fuming as you scrolled through the messages. You knew that Kylian sometimes had a short fuse, but he typically reserved that for the football pitch. You had never before seen him be physically violent with someone. Especially when all Lucas had done was attempt to say hello to him. Besides, wasn’t Kylian the one who had very publicly hooked up with someone just recently? You could feel your eyes well up again. Before you could spend any more time reading through his messages, you deleted all of them, along with the voicemails he had left you. You then decided to take it one step further and blocked him.

The two of you got home shortly after midnight. You didn’t want to be alone, so Lila decided that she would spend the night with you. As soon as you got home, you went into your bathroom and locked the door. You looked at yourself in the mirror - you were sweaty, your hair was a tangled mess, and almost all of your makeup had come off by now. You sat down on the toilet and began quietly sobbing. Not only had you ruined a good thing with Lucas, but your friendship with Kylian was almost definitely over. As you wept, you weren’t quite sure which relationship you were mourning more.

Lila slept next to you that night. Your mind was racing too much for you to be able to sleep, so after a few hours of lying in bed wide awake, you decided to go into the living room and occupy your mind by watching some television. The couch was where Lila found you the next morning, passed out, with the TV still blaring.

“Soph. Soph, wake up.”

She called your name several more times before you finally opened your eyes, rubbing the sleep from them, and saw Lila standing over you.

“Shit. What time is it?” you asked, reaching around for your phone.

“It’s almost noon.”

You groaned. You weren’t sure what time you had fallen asleep last night - it definitely wasn’t any earlier than 6AM. You finally found your phone in between two of the couch cushions. Your heart sank when you realized Lucas still hadn’t texted you back. You had sent him several messages the night before, asking if he was okay and begging him to let you explain the situation between you and Kylian.

“I’m going to put on some tea,” Lila yelled from the kitchen. “Meanwhile, do you want to finally tell me what happened last night?”

You unraveled the events of last night to Lila on your kitchen counter over tea and toast. Lila called Kylian a number of various expletives and applauded you for blocking him. Once Lila had left, an idea came over you. You quickly changed out of your pajamas and into something somewhat presentable before heading into your car. Before you could even think about what you were doing, you had arrived at Lucas’s place and were knocking on the door.

“Hi,” you said quietly when Lucas opened the door to you.

“Hey.”

“Can I come in?”

Lucas didn’t answer, but opened the door all the way, letting you come in. You took a seat on his couch and he did the same, sitting across from you. His nose was still swollen and red, but the bleeding had stopped.

“Your nose looks better,” you said after a moment.

“Thanks. The doctor said it isn’t broken.”

“That’s great news.”

The two of you once again sat in silence for a few minutes before you finally couldn’t handle the tension any longer.

“Listen, I’m so sorry about what happened last night. Kylian isn’t my ex. We never dated. He is - well, was - my best friend. We grew up together. There’s never been anything romantic between us, I swear.” You took a deep breath before continuing. “Every guy I’ve ever dated has had a problem with how close we are. I didn’t want the same thing to happen with us, so after I met you, I distanced myself from him. Because I knew I felt different about you than any other guy I’ve been with, and I didn’t want our friendship to ruin what we had. Kylian didn’t like that, so that’s why he’s mad at me. And you, I guess.”

You stared at him for a moment, waiting for him to say something, but he didn’t.

“Lucas, I really, really like you, and I’m so sorry for what happened. If you never want to speak to me again, I understand. But I think we have something really good and I would hate to ruin it. Can we give this another shot, please?”

You were surprised at your own words. You had never worn your heart on your sleeve like this before. All your life, you had feared looking desperate. You never wanted to be one of those girls who begged for a man to come back into her life. And yet, here you were.

Once again, Lucas didn’t say anything for a moment. Just as you were about to grab your purse and head out the door, he finally smiled softly. “Of course we can,” he said, ushering for you to come sit next to him. “I’m sorry for how I reacted last night, too.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “You have nothing to be sorry about!” You exclaimed as you walked over to him and embraced him. When you pulled away, Lucas held your face in his hands and said, “I really like you, too, Sophie. This past week with you has been amazing.” He brought your lips to his and kissed you. You let his tongue enter your mouth.

The two of you spent the rest of the night on the couch together. At some point that evening, Lucas had turned to you and asked you to be his girlfriend. It was fast - it had only been one week, after all - but you didn’t hesitate when you told him yes.

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part II is almost done 😊

#just putting on some finishing touches #hopefully will be out today or tomorrow at the latest

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Imaan Hammam & Dev Patel photographed by Alisdair McLellan for Vogue, December 2016.

#was looking through the imaan hammam tag to find pics for golden part ii and i stumbled across this…#they are just STUNNING

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this is so sweet!! thank you loves ❤️❤️

https://at.tumblr.com/lfcslut/on-the-table/rl6x4827podq

Did you see this Joe smut last month??? Sweet jesus, it did things to me 😩😩

YES IT’S SO HOT, I have read this many many times! 🥵 @lfcslut

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BEFORE WRITING: Oh, this fic idea is so cute, and it won't take any time at all! WHILE WRITING: Oh...oh, no...I Underestimated this. Again.

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I absolutely love love loved Golden Part I. You write this trope SO WELL so excited and can’t wait for part II (if there is one)🫂🫂

thank you SOOO much 😭 i was so nervous because i’ve never written anything like this before. there will def be a part two!

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thank you all SO much for your positive feedback on golden 🥹 i’m so excited for you to read the next part 💕

#and for all of the requests i haven’t gotten to yet im sorry i’m still sorting through my inbox but will try to get to you when i can!!#your support and requests mean the world to me even if i can’t get to them :)#i wish i could spend all day writing for y’all

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golden - part I

pairing: kylian mbappe x female reader

words: 3.6k

warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of sex

author's note: ahhh! i've always wanted to do a multi-parter like this. i really hope you all enjoy! i'm not sure how long this series will be or to be honest exactly where it's going to go, but i'm excited. face claim is imaan hammam.

“Soph?”

“I’m in here!”

You were in your bedroom, struggling to zip up the sparkling silver gown that you had bought for tonight. You were one of the top sports journalists in Paris and so, naturally, you had been invited to tonight’s gala that Paris Saint Germain was hosting. It also didn’t hurt that your childhood best friend, Kylian Mbappe, was a PSG player. Neither of you had a date tonight, and it was an unspoken agreement that whenever the two of you were invited to the same event, you would go together. As friends, of course.

Kylian had let himself into your flat - both of you were at each other’s places so often that you had decided to give the other a set of keys to your respective homes long ago. You glanced at the clock. 7:03, shit, you thought to yourself. You weren’t even done with your makeup, yet. You should have known that Kylian would be on time. Ever since you were kids, he was the punctual, responsible one while you were the one who was perpetually running late.

“Are you decent?” Kylian asked, knocking on your bedroom door.

“Yeah, come in,” you said. Kylian popped his head in the door and chuckled at the sight of you still struggling with the zipper.

“Do you need help with that?”

“Yes, please,” you said begrudgingly, annoyed that he was laughing at your suffering. You were facing the full length mirror in your room and watched as Kylian came up behind you. You saw him look you up and down once, before making eye contact with you in the mirror and smiling.

“You look beautiful,” he said, his eyes lingering on yours for a few seconds before looking down to focus on your zipper. With ease, he zipped you up and then rested his hands on your shoulder.

“I’m glad you like it,” you said, even though you knew that Kylian’s compliment had been directed at you, not your dress. “Don’t be mad at me, but I still need to finish my makeup,” you said, turning to look at him with an apologetic look on your face.

Kylian rolled his eyes and smirked. “I should have known that 7 meant 7:30. I’ll tell Achraf and the boys that we’ll meet them there.”

You mouthed “thank you” as Kylian got on the phone. You sat down at your vanity to finish getting ready. After he was done talking to Achraf, Kylian plopped himself down on your bed. Though he pretended to be busy texting, he couldn’t help but sneak some quick glances at you in the mirror. He had seen you doing your makeup countless times before, and each time was as mesmerizing as the last. He always said that you looked just as beautiful without makeup as you did with it, but he had to admit that he loved the process of you filling in your eyebrows, smiling when you applied blush to your cheekbones, and making your “mascara face” as he liked to call it. More than anything though, he loved how content you looked when you were sat at your vanity, in your own little world.

“Alright, I just need to find my shoes,” you said as you finished setting your face and started rummaging around in your closet.

“It’s 7:35, Soph. We don’t want to miss the red carpet.”

“I mean, would that really be so bad? You know the tabloids are just gonna explode tomorrow when they find out we arrived together,” you said haphazardly, as you pulled out a pair of nude heels from the back of your closet.

Kylian frowned. “Since when do you care about what the tabloids think?”

You paused for a second, realizing how your words had come out.

“I don’t! It’s just… it’ll give more ammunition to all of your fans who already hate me because they think we’re together.”

It was true, about half of your Instagram and Twitter comments were from anonymous Kylian fan accounts, calling you ugly and saying how you didn’t deserve Kylian, even though the two of you had made it abundantly clear to the public that you were just friends. Though you had to admit, for two people who were trying to squash relationship rumors, the two of you did spend quite a lot of time together.

“People will always talk. You’ve never let that stuff get to you before, so why are you worrying about it now?”

It was a good question. You had never been one to be bothered by media and public speculation. As a female in the sports industry, you were more than used to people saying negative things about you. You had gotten used to ignoring what others had to say. So why was it different now?

You hesitated for a moment. “You’re right, Ky,” you finally said, smiling up at him. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me. Let’s just go and have a good time.”

Kylian grinned at you and the two of you headed out the front door to Kylian’s car.

While you were in the car on the way to the gala, your mind couldn’t help but wander to Kylian’s question. Why were you suddenly so weary of what people thought? Was it because of a certain someone at work who had suddenly started to take an interest in you? You and Kylian had been friends since you were in primary school, and so of course both of you had dated other people before. Almost all of your exes had been suspicious of your close friendship with Kylian - some had just been more vocal about it than others. You never really cared about what they thought though because, to be honest, you hadn’t really been serious about any of them. You had never been in a serious relationship, and while that had never bothered you before, you had recently started to wonder if perhaps your friendship with Kylian had contributed to that. After all, what guy would want their girlfriend to be spending more time with the Kylian Mbappe than with her own boyfriend? That was until last week, when a new intern at your TV channel named Lucas had caught your eye and asked you out. You had said yes, and the two of you had been texting almost nonstop since then. Lucas didn’t know about your friendship with Kylian, and Kylian didn’t know about Lucas. You almost always told Kylian when there was a new man in your life, so you weren’t sure why you were so hesitant to tell him this time around.

As soon as the two of you stepped out of the car and onto the red carpet, the flashing lights from the cameras blinded you. If it weren’t for Kylian reaching his hand out to help you out of the car, you were certain that you would have fallen flat on your face.

“Kylian, over here!”

“Kylian, who’s your date tonight?”

“Please could you sign this, Kylian?”

Of course, most of the crowd had been waiting for Kylian all night, and so their attention was on him. There were a few people, though, who were calling out for you. Kylian continued to hold your hand to guide you through the crowd and onto the red carpet. Once you had made it through the sea of paparazzi and onto the carpet though, you promptly let go of his hand.

“Sophie, you look stunning!” An interviewer called you over, and you took this opportunity to step away from Kylian to speak with her. You could feel Kylian’s eyes on the back of your head, surely confused as to why you had left his side so quickly.

After you were done with your interview, you headed into the hall while Kylian stayed behind to continue posing for pictures. You found your assigned table, where Achraf, Sergio, Neymar, and their respective dates were already seated.

“Nice of you to finally join us,” said Achraf jokingly as you sat down. “Where’s Kyks?”

“He’s still outside,” you responded, suddenly feeling very hot from all of the bright lights in the hall. You reached for the glass of water in front of you as Kylian made his way towards your table and sat down next to you.

You could tell that something was wrong with how quiet Kylian was all night. He chimed in from time to time during certain group conversations, but he didn’t say a single word to you, and he wasn’t his usual perky self. No one else seemed to notice, and you didn’t want to draw attention to it, so you waited until everyone had left to go and mingle before pulling Kylian aside.

“Alright, spit it out. What’s wrong?” you asked.

“What do you mean?” asked Kylian, and his inability to meet your eyes confirmed your suspicions that he was upset with you.

“I can tell that something’s wrong. You’re being weird,” you said.

“I’m the one who’s being weird? What about you?” Kylian asked, still not making eye contact with you and instead flashing a quick smile at one of his teammates who walked by. “You’re the one who suddenly doesn’t want to be photographed with me.”

So he had noticed when you had let go of his hand on the carpet. You were silent for a moment.

“I’m sorry, Ky. I don’t know what to say.”

Kylian’s eyes finally met yours, and you could tell that he was hurt by what you had done. “You’ve been distant recently, too. Don’t even try to deny it. What’s going on?”

Lucas. Lucas was what was going on. You hesitated, contemplating whether or not you should tell him. You knew that you weren’t going to be able to keep this a secret from Kylian for much longer.

“There’s someone at work. A co-worker of mine,” you mumbled, so quietly that Kylian had to lean forward to hear you over all of the chatter and music. “He asked me out and… well, I like him.”

“And you don’t want him to see you pictured next to me in tomorrow’s paper?” Kylian asked.

You nodded sheepishly.

“Got it. Well then. You have fun.” Kylian walked away from you, and all you could do was gape after him. Kylian had never before walked away in the middle of a conversation like this. You could feel your eyes start to well up with tears, and for a moment you thought about calling a taxi to take yourself home, but you quickly snapped yourself out of it. You weren’t going to let this night go to waste. This was your opportunity to mingle with some of the biggest names in sports, and you were going to take advantage of it, with or without Kylian Mbappe by your side.

As the night went on, you attempted to make conversation with various of the other attendees. Your sadness about Kylian quickly turned to anger though as you saw Kylian walking around, making his rounds at every table, laughing and smiling as he rubbed shoulders with players and managers. So what if you didn’t want your new crush to think that you were dating Kylian like the rest of the world did? What was so wrong about that? And the nerve of him to say that you were distant, when he was the one who had a habit of kicking you to the curb whenever he found a new girl to mess around with. Like an idiot, you kept running back to him when he called, listening to his problems and giving him advice. But now that you were the one who had found someone, you were the bad guy?

“Hey, what’s going on with you and Kyks?” asked Achraf, coming up to your table and sitting down across from you.

“Huh? What do you mean?” You had dozed off, busy staring off at the corner where Kylian was laughing and joking around with Brice and some of his other friends, and hadn’t even noticed Achraf coming up to you.

“Usually the two of you are attached at the hip, but I haven’t seen you say a word to each other all night.”

“Oh. We just had a little argument, that’s all,” you said, finally taking your eyes off of Kylian across the room and reaching for your drink.

“Did the two of you finally admit that you like each other?” Achraf asked casually, and you almost spit out your drink.

“What?! What makes you say that we like each other?”

“Oh come on, Soph. I’ve been telling Kylian for ages that you two are gonna get married one day. I mean, look at you. I tell myself that I’m Kylian’s best friend, but we all know that it’s actually you.” Achraf spoke casually, as if he was telling you something as simple as how the sky was blue.

“Well, I don’t like him as more than a friend, and I highly doubt that he does either,” you said, folding your arms across your chest. “In fact, I’m not sure if I even like him as a friend right now.”

“Ouch. That bad, huh?”

When you refused to elaborate further, Achraf shrugged his shoulders and got up from the table. “Well, if you ever want to talk about it, you know how to reach me.”

He walked away, and once he was out of earshot, you scoffed. As if you were going to be talking to Achraf Hakimi about your problems with Kylian.

Even though Kylian was supposed to be your ride home tonight, you decided to catch a taxi. Despite your desire to mingle with as many people as possible, you just weren’t in the mood tonight, so you headed out a bit early. As you walked out the door, you spotted Kylian sitting in a corner, laughing with his hand on the thigh of a beautiful blonde you didn’t recognize. You rolled your eyes and kept walking.

When you got home that night, you kicked off your shoes and immediately fell down onto your bed. You picked up your phone and noticed that you had gotten a text. You secretly hoped that it was Kylian, apologizing for his behavior. When you opened up your messages though, you saw that it was actually from Lucas.

How was the gala? Bet you looked amazing x

You couldn’t help but smile as you looked down at your phone. Suddenly, you had an idea. You went to your bathroom and hesitated for a moment. Fuck it, you thought to yourself, and you pulled down the top of your dress so that more cleavage was visible than you would typically be comfortable with. You snapped a picture and, before you had time to think about it, sent it to Lucas.

Had the best time :) Wish you had been there!

😍😍😍 you’re absolutely gorgeous. Wish I was there with you right now x

You smirked and put your phone away before you got yourself into any more trouble.

When you woke up the next morning, much later than you normally would and with a raging hangover, you saw that Lucas had already sent you a Good morning, pretty girl text message. You grinned, responding back with your own good morning, and then opened a text that you had gotten from your friend, Lila.

Did you see this? I thought you went to the gala together?

Confused, you clicked on the link that she had sent you. A tabloid article popped up with a picture of Kylian and the blonde girl you had seen him with last night. The two of them were in the car together, both attempting to hide their faces from the cameras but doing a pretty poor job at it.

KYLIAN MBAPPE SEEN LEAVING PSG GALA WITH MYSTERY BLONDE

You scrolled through the article. There was another picture of the two of them walking arm in arm out of the hall where the gala had been held. You went down to the comments at the bottom of the article.

What’s her name?

Kylian has a girlfriend?!?!?!?!

She’s so pretty!

Wow, I always thought he was dating that journalist.

Your heart began to beat fast and rage filled your veins. So this is how he was going to respond to your confession? By hooking up with some random girl and making sure all the tabloids knew about it? Kylian could be a player sometimes, but you had never known him to hook up with a girl he had just met, and he certainly wouldn’t let the paparazzi see him doing it. You knew that if he had wanted to keep this a secret, he could have, but he clearly hadn’t put any effort into hiding this. You rolled your eyes and tossed your phone to the other side of your bed.

Well, two can play this game, you thought to yourself.

You got out of bed and went to the bathroom to freshen up. You then changed out of your pajamas and into a pair of high-waisted jeans, a crop top, and your favorite black ankle booties. You looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked tired, and you hadn’t bothered to do your makeup, but who gave a shit. You picked up your phone and texted Lucas, asking for his address, which he immediately responded with. You grinned at his eagerness. You picked up a quick bite of breakfast from your kitchen before heading to your car and driving towards his place.

Lucas only lived about a ten minute drive from you, and on your way there, you thought about what you were doing. You barely knew Lucas, and you were already sending him skimpy selfies and spontaneously driving to his place for your first real date? You cringed at how you were reeking with desperation. But Lucas was cute and available. And you were mad - really mad.

“Hi,” Lucas said with a smile when he opened the door. He was dressed casually in shorts and a t-shirt. Even when he looked like he had just gotten out of bed, he was still incredibly handsome.

“Hi,” you said back.

“Come on in.”

You entered his flat, and you were immediately taken aback by how clean it was. Everything seemed like it was in just the right place. You had never seen a guy with such an immaculate place. You wandered around the living room, looking at the pictures of Lucas with his family and friends that lined the mantle.

“Wow, your place is beautiful,” you said, as you turned back around to look at him.

“Thank you! I’ve been here for ages. Can’t imagine living elsewhere, to be honest,” he answered, taking a seat on the sofa and gesturing for you to do the same.

“Sorry for dropping by unexpectedly. I thought I’d finally take you up on that offer for a date,” you said, smiling shyly.

Lucas grinned. “I was beginning to think you had forgotten about that.”

“Unless you have other plans today, of course,” you added quickly.

Lucas shook his head. “Today, I’m all yours. Where do you want to go?”

“I’m not sure. You pick,” you said. “Surprise me.”

“Alright, I see how it is, putting all the pressure on me,” Lucas chuckled.

After a few more minutes of back and forth, the two of you headed out. Lucas took you to one of his favorite lunch spots across the street, where the two of you swapped stories about growing up, your favorite sports moments, and your lives in Paris.

“So, what made you want to become a football journalist?” asked Lucas, as the two of you made the short walk back to his apartment after lunch.

“My whole family’s huge football fans. I grew up watching the sport everyday,” you answered casually. This was a frequent question that you got, and your response had become almost second nature at this point. It wasn’t common for a little girl to want to grow up and become a sports reporter, so people often had a lot of questions about it. “I always wanted to play professionally, but I busted my knee pretty bad when I was a teenager. I took journalism in school and was pretty good at it. I love talking to people, as you can probably tell.” You chuckled. “So, I decided, why not become a sports reporter? That way, I get paid to talk to people about my favorite thing in the world.”

Lucas smiled at you. “And look at you now. You’re one of the top sports journalists in the country.”

Your cheeks began to flush. “I don’t know about that. I feel like I still have a long ways to go.”

“Well, if I know anything about this business, it’s that passion is everything. And you sure have a lot of passion.”

The two of you headed into his apartment, where you spent the rest of the evening watching movies and cuddling on the sofa. Cuddling quickly turned into something more, and before you knew it, you were waking up the next morning in bed with Lucas.

Shit, you thought to yourself as you woke up that morning, realizing where you were and who was in bed next to you. It was early, and Lucas was still fast asleep next to you. You grabbed your phone - and, in the process, realized that you were completely naked - and began texting Lila.

You’re never going to believe what happened last night.

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