Kylian Mbappé imagine where it’s your first time together as a couple. He just knows you’re the one and almost feels like he’s not good enough for you.
Kylian was very nervous as he sat across from you. It was your first time going out as a couple in public, and the number of paparazzi outside the restaurant wasn’t helping at all. He knew he was acting a bit weird, but he couldn’t get past the old insecurity that he wasn’t good enough for you.
Now, you might be wondering, dear readers, why does the daddiest of all football players feel insecure? Why does the man who won a World Cup at 18 years feel like he’s not good enough? Two words: Serena Blair. (Yeah, I know. I had the same thought. Totally sounds like a pornstar name.)
Now, I don’t want to get into too much about that stanky bitch. Let’s just say that nothing our golden boy did was ever enough. If he bought her a Dior bag, she wanted a Birkin. If he bought her a Cartier bracelet, she wanted a Graff necklace. And so it went, until Tata Fayza intervened and knocked some sense into her boy.
“Kyky, are you okay? You look a bit tense,” the gentle cadence of your voice managed to calm his racing heart. He gave you a shy smile, “Yes, mon amour. I’m fine. I just wanted to apologize to you about the paparazzi.”
"You don't need to apologize for that, babe. It's not like you called them on purpose to be up all in our faces," you replied, trying to calm your jittery boyfriend. Kylian and you met when you slammed into him while playing hide and seek with the children at the Premiers de Cordees association and spilled your vanilla cold brew all over his face and white t-shirt. It was all very dramatic, very much cliché, and of course, it was love at first sight. Sometimes you thought Kylian was a masochist with a very obvious humiliation kink.
The rest was history; you were constantly texting and snapping each other, going on dates incognito so you could stay in your little bubble a little longer. He was the most attentive boyfriend, always making sure that you were comfortable and had everything you needed, despite his busy schedule. He made you feel like a princess, and every day you fell just a little bit harder for this man with the dimpled smile.
Today was a big milestone in your relationship, as you were finally going public with it. For most people, four months probably was too early, but for Kylian Mbappé, who always knew what he wanted, it was nothing. So here you both sat at this fancy restaurant in the middle of Madrid, and your boyfriend was acting as if he was about to be guillotined for starving the French people.
Seeing him so unsure was a rare sight, but you knew why he was so on edge. He told you about his ex one night after he almost had a mental breakdown gifting you the complete set of the MinaLima Edition Harry Potter books. You were in tears because you loved it and he thought you hated it.
"Kylian, what's wrong? You've been acting really off the whole night." Concern laced your voice as you reached for your boyfriend's hand, rubbing circles on the back in an attempt to soothe his anxiety.
"I-I-I'm just really anxious, bébé." he said, his voice strained as he licked his dry lips. Your heart broke seeing your boyfriend like this. I swear to God when I see that bitch it's on sight.
"Why are you anxious, mon coeur?" you inquired softly, your gaze filled with concern as you reached out to touch Kylian's hand.
His eyes flickered with uncertainty, his voice tinged with insecurity as he responded, "I feel like I'm not good enough for you, and you're going to realize that one day and leave me."
"Kylian! Are you out of your mind?" you exclaimed, your tone a mixture of surprise and reassurance. "That's never going to happen. I love you so much, baby. How could you ever think that?"
A heavy sigh escaped Kylian's lips as he continued, his words weighted with the burden of his fame, "Look at my life! I can't even go to a restaurant without being followed by cameras. Every move I make needs to be planned in advance. I can't be spontaneous with you because everything is a security risk."
Your heart ached at his admission, understanding the weight he carried on his shoulders. "You wanna know something, Kyky?" you said softly, your voice filled with sincerity. "Even if you lived in a dingy apartment with fleas and rats, and the only thing we could afford for a date was soggy fries and mayo, I would still be with you because you're the most amazing man I've ever met. I've never felt like this for anyone and-"
"Not even Jungkook?" Kylian interjected, a playful glint in his eye despite his lingering worries.
You chuckled softly, shaking your head. "Ok, woah. Calm down, let's not exaggerate," you teased, trying to lighten the mood.
"Bébé!" Kylian exclaimed, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"I'm messing with you, Ky," you grinned back at him. "But the point is, I love you for you and all the little things that you do for me. And nothing in this world is going to change that. So please, relax mon coeur and let's enjoy the night?"
"I love you too, mon amour," Kylian murmured, his voice filled with gratitude. "Thanks for being there for me, and I'm sorry for-"
"If you don't stop apologizing, I'm going to flash my tits to the paps," you quipped, a mischievous glint in your eye.
"Bébé, what the fuck?" Kylian sputtered, his big, dark brown eyes widening in a mix of shock and amusement.
"Exactly," you replied with a grin. "Now give me a kiss."
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A/N: Okay, so maybe I got a tad carried away with this fic, not gonna lie 😅 But hey, I hope you enjoyed it, my lovely anon, because I had an absolute blast writing it.
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Early 1800s Directoire fashion -
Top left: ca. 1800 María Luisa de Borbón y Vallabriga by Francisco de Goya y Lucientes (Galleria degli Uffizi - Firenze, Toscana, Italy). From Wikimedia; increased exposure 2030X3490 @72 833kj.
Top right: 1800 Condesa de Chinchon by Francisco de Goya y Lucientes (Museo Nacional del Prado - Madrid, Spain). Probably from Wikimedia 2015X3051 @310 1.6Mj.
Second row: 1801 Fru Elisabeth Sophie Chrystie, f. Krefting by Jens Juel (Nasjonalmuseet - Oslo, Norway). From their Web site; fixed spots & edges w Pshop 4928X6214 @150 6.7Mj.
Third row left: 1801 Sophie Crouzet by Louis Hersent (Cleveland Museum of Art, Cleveland, Ohio, USA). From their Web site 2206X2752 @144 5.8Mp.
Third row right: 1801 Marie Joséphine Charlotte du Val d'Ognes by Marie Denise Villers (Metropolitan Museum of Art). From their Web site 3020X3780 @300 3.2Mj.
Fourth row: 1802 Madame Philippe Panon Desbassayns de Richemont (Jeanne Eglé Mourgue, 1778–1855) and Her Son, Eugène (1800–1859) by Marie Guillelmine Benoist (Meropolitan Museum of Art). From their Web site 2934X3795 @300 5Mj.
Fifth row left: 1803 Friederike von Helldorf by Anton Graff (location ?). From twitter.com/Make_u2_happy/status/1327328578569179136/photo/1; fixed 3 spots and suppressed veiling reflection lower left w Pshop 1636X2048 @72 694kj.
Fifth row right: 1803 Lady Airey, née Catherine Talbot, femme de Sir George Airey, officier anglais by Richard Cosway (Musée du Louvre - Paris, France). From their Web site; fit to screen 804X1200 @72 342kj,
Sixth row: ca. 1804 Louisa Montagu, Viscountess Hinchingbrook by Thomas Lawrence and studio (auctioned by Christie's). From Wikimedia 1951X3200 @33.81 817kj.
Bottom: 1804 (published) Lavinia (Bingham), Countess Spencer by Charles Turner after Sir Martin Arthur Shee (National Galleries of Scotland - Edinburgh, UK). From their Web site 1920X2552 @300 2.6Mj
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Aprovechando q hoy ha sido la 1/2 maraton de Madrid [con 19 atentidos x EMERGENCIAS y 4 HOSPITALIZADOS..pues creo cada vez van peor preparados o capacitados y creo q también el medio_ambiente es peor para hacer deporte o entrenar..dentro de un sistema o sociedad totalmente desnortado x la falsa moral del dinero y los idolos] recuerdo q mi 1era media maratón y carrera fue en MORATALAZ en noviembre de 1999 acabando frente al recién inaugurado TEMPLO DE JESUCRISTO Y LOS SANTOS DE LOS ULTIMOS DIAS o junto al POLIDEPORTIVO en el q en 2018 Bruno HORTELANO batió el récord más antiguo del atletismo español como eran los 400 mts [ aunque la carrera la ganó dominicano SANTOS ] tras recuperarse del accidente q le dejó secuelas en una mano pues venía de fiesta con su primo a las 6 AM..
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Gracias @teremonteshernandez ♥️ ・・・ 📚 #laciudadbajolaluna @nereariesco @algaidaeditores ✍️Hace ya años que conocí la obra de Nerea, lo hice con #arsmagica , tras esta lectura vinieron muchas más que fueron llenando mis estanterías. Tuve el placer de conocerla cuando publicó #tempus , en la presentación que hizo en Madrid, años después me reencontré con ella en la @ferialibromadrid . ✍️Nerea tiene una forma de escribir elegante y delicada y, eso hace que una vez que la conoces, la sigas fielmente. 📚Hoy os quiero hablar de su última novela #laciudadbajolaluna . ✍️Cuatro localizaciones, cuatro tiempos: la Exposición Iberoamericana de 1929 en Sevilla; el Nueva York de la ley seca; la Francia de la Gran Guerra; y La Habana de comienzos del siglo XX. Todo ello conformarán una novela apasionante. 📚La historia comienza el día que el Graff Zepelín aterriza en Sevilla, en el mismo tiempo aparecerá un cadáver , desde ese momento nos sumergiremos en una lectura fascinante, donde seremos nosotros los lectores, los que iremos descubriendo quién puede ser la víctima y, que fue lo que llevó al asesino a cometer un hecho tan atroz . ✍️El narrador de todo ello será muy especial, ¡no os lo voy a descubrir! , porque es una de las grandes bazas de la novela. ✍️Toda la narración está llena de pistas, ¡cosa que me encanta! , para llegar a descubrir a víctima y verdugo. 📚Reflexionaremos mucho y, cuando pensemos que ya tenemos la verdad, ¡zas! , Nerea vuelve a dar una vuelta de tuerca y, aquello que creíamos, se desmorona, Nerea consigue engañarnos hasta el fin. 📚La mafia, héroes de guerra, celos, venganzas, remordimientos, traumas de guerra, amores prohibidos, grandes personajes y una narración impecable, se dan cita en ella. ✍️Con todo esto, como no os la voy a recomendar, Nerea nos presenta una novela completa, histórica ( incluye personajes reales), de suspense, de amor, de viajes y de aventuras. 🌷Gracias infinitas a mi querida @pepa_locuradelibros ❤️❤️por tanto, y a mis compis por hacer, como siempre digo, esto más divertido ❤️ #clubdelecturall #encuentrosconescritoresll #encuentroszoomclubdelecturall #LocuraDeLibros 🌑”Bajo la luna soy una diminuta estrella”🌑 (en Club de Lectura LL) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChHtGaGjYUv/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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