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Like their older brothers || One

Ethan Mbappé x Anisah Hakimi (OC)

Summary: Anisah Hakimi and Ethan Mbappé, two young footballers who are in the shadow of their older brothers.

Requested: Yes, by anonymous: Hey! I love your writing. Can I request something that your Achraf Hakimi’s little sister (can you name her Anisah) and her and Ethan Mbappé are both footballers and they play in the same team and they link up and score a goal. They both do a celebration like their brothers, who are in the stadium watching them and it goes around social media. Maybe even add in a Insta AU! Thank you!! x

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Everyone knows what the friendship between Kylian Mbappé and Achraf Hakimi was like. A duo everyone loves on and off the pitch. But, it’s not just them who have a very good friendship. It seems like their younger siblings also have the same bond.

Ethan Mbappé, everyone knows him for being Kylian’s younger brother. He’s a very good footballer even though he’s only at the age 15.

Anisah Hakimi, someone that many people don’t really know about. The younger sister of Achraf Hakimi, also a footballer and plays the same position as her older brother.

Ethan and Anisah play for the same team at PSG, whenever Kylian and Achraf are hanging out they are most likely hanging out too. They are best friends and an unstoppable duo on the football pitch.

Another match day came, Anisah was with her older brother who driving them to the stadium as Anisah. “You ready for today?” Achraf spoke in his native language to his sister.

“Yeah, got a good feeling about today. You are staying to watch right?” Anisah asked. “I didn’t drive you for here for no reason, Kylian is staying as well as he wants to watch Ethan” Achraf replied.

“You won’t be lonely then” Anisah giggled as they arrived at the stadium. “No, I won’t be. Get an assist or goal for me. I didn’t come here for nothing” Achraf added. “You can count on me” Anisah said as they both got out of the car.

Anisah saw Kylian there and Ethan and just walked inside. Anisah hugged Kylian before she said goodbye to her brother and his best friend before catching up to Ethan and jumping on his back.

“A warning next time would be nice, Nisa” Ethan said as he carried her to the dressing room. “Nah, it’s fun when you don’t expect it” Anisah giggled.

Little did they know, their older brothers had seen the whole thing. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they are only just best friends” Kylian said as him and Achraf made their way to their seats.

“Yeah, me either. But we both know they won’t admit it to each other as they are scared they might lose their friendship with each other” Achraf replied.

Anisah walked out onto the pitch behind Ethan, before they had to get to their positions they both did their handshake.

It only took a few moments for Anisah to square the ball over to Ethan who was entering the box and slotting it easy into the back of the net. The crowd all erupt in celebration, as all the team run over to Ethan.

After most of team was making their way back to their positions. Anisah and Ethan kneel down and they have their thumbs touching their nose and their pinky sticking out.

The fans cheered again before Anisah and Ethan stood up and did their handshake before running back to their positions.

The camera was filming Kylian and Achraf reactions, them both laughing, smiling and clapping their younger siblings and Kylian was capturing on his phone.

The match soon came to an end, Anisah had also manage to get a goal thanks to Ethan. The two best friends after greeted the opposition made their way over to the barrier where their brothers were.

“Just to tell you, we do the celebration better” Kylian joked. “Whatever you say” Anisah replied as Ethan his an arm around her shoulder. “I’m glad I didn’t come here for nothing” Achraf said.

“Wow, don’t you have any faith in us?” Ethan asked. “We score or get an assist like nearly every game!” Anisah added. “Our bad” Kylian replied.

“Just to tell you that you two are probably going to be all over social media tonight after that celebration” Achraf added. “Oh we know, people love Mbappé and Hakimi 2.0” Ethan replied.

“Maybe even more than us now” Kylian mumbled as the two young footballers were called by someone in their team to tell them they had to get going.

“See you later, Nis” Achraf called. “Well done today, it was a good game I have to admit” Kylian added. “See you soon!” Anisah replied. “Thanks Ky, see you later!” Ethan called.

Anisah jumped on Ethan’s back as once again he carried her back to the dressing room.

“Yeah, they are definitely going to be together soon” Achraf said. “100%, hey if they get married we will be related then” Kylian joked.

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darlingmbappe · 1 year

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The Loneliest | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Epilogue]

Summary: Your fiancé missing your birthday is the icing on the cake to a horrible couple of months. Now, you’re left to pick up your broken pieces, ending the chapter in your life that includes Kylian Mbappé.

Warnings: Complete angst all the way through, Kylian being a bad fiancé, fighting, breaking an engagement, lots of crying, cussing, this one’s kind of long so beware. Spoiler: no happy ending. Let me know if I missed anything. — English is not my first language —

Mornings used to be your favorite.

You’d wake up way too early to the sound of Kylian’s alarm for your liking, but it didn’t even matter. The hour or so you got to spend with your fiancé before he left were sacred, it was special. They were filled with easy conversation, tired hugs and sleepy kisses on the shoulder, the occasional quickie, or at least a cheeky squeeze of your ass. It felt like very moment spent together was precious. You felt loved by Kylian so much it made your stomach turn with butterflies just thinking about him.

Now, it felt like those domestic moments were a distant memory. Sure, all couples gradually get less and less lovey-dovey the longer they’re together, but the change was drastic. It was like you barley knew him anymore.

You’ve attempted to start conversations with Kylian about this. Multiple times, in fact. Immediately, he’d get defensive, ending in arguments that kept getting worse and worse. It’s difficult to have to tip toe around your feelings in order to avoid a fight. He stopped making you feel special.

This morning, you woke up knowing it will be a hard day; all alone in your shared king sized bed.

Today is your birthday, and you don’t think Kylian knows this. After many weeks of deep reflection and thought, you know that today might be the last day of your three and a half-year long relationship with Kylian Mbappé — a man who stole your heart and still has it. Once treasured, now barely beating. The diamond sitting on your left ring finger had started feeling like a foreign object, like something your body wanted to reject. It’s lost it’s comfort, now you seemed to lug around old memories you clung onto for dear life.

Kylian didn’t come home last night, though you saw on his private Snapchat story that he was safe, sound, and plastered out of his mind at some club with friends you didn’t even know. He couldn’t find it in him to text you back after 9 o’clock, when that morning he said he would be home no later than 8:30. He found a simple ‘going out, don’t wait up for me’ to be sufficient communication for the night.

You called Kylian, instead it went straight to voicemail. Your texts to him weren’t going through, either. He didn’t have training this morning because the coaches had a conference in London, so you knew he had to be home soon.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you made your way to the kitchen for a bowl of bland cereal and coffee for one.

“Happy birthday to me.” You mumbled, looking down at your sad birthday breakfast. Compared to the last few years where Kylian prepared you a delicious meal, hired a chef, or took you out to the fanciest café in Paris — this meal actually made you lose your appetite.

Across town, Kylian was waking up with a pounding sensation in his head and no recollection of the night before.

“What happened last night?” Kylian grumbled as he woke up to the bright sunlight streaming in from the open shutters. His neck had a kink in it from passing out on his friend Paolo’s Airbnb couch in the early hours of the morning, his voice sounded like he’d swallowed gravel. “Fuck.” He covered his face from the blinding rays and felt around for his phone.

He hasn’t gotten drunk that heavily in so long, but when two of his old friends came to Paris for a few weeks, he couldn’t resist giving into their pleads when they’d asked him to tag along for a fun night on the town.

“Bro, you were so drunk last night.” He heard his other friend Bernardo chuckle, his voice almost gone as well from the festivities of the previous night. Kylian sat up, seeing both men looking half dead and clinging onto coffee mugs like a child would cling onto its mothers leg.

The guys chuckled in the kitchen. He smelled eggs cooking but they just made him nauseous. “What time is it? Where’s my phone?”

“Oh…” Paolo snickered and pointed at the bowl full of rice in the center of his kitchen island. “Yeah, man… I don’t know if the rice did much for it. It’s fucked.”

Kylian shot up toward his cell, not even remembering putting it in the rice last night. He carefully picked it up, the entire screen was shattered.

“Putain…” He attempted to hold down the power button just in case, glancing over to the microwave to see the time. 12:36pm. “Merde!”

He had an important meeting with his PR team about potential sponsorships for next years season at 2 o’clock, and if he showed up sweating whiskey with an obvious hangover, the brand reps might think twice before giving him any deals.

He bid his old friends goodbye but not before promising to go out again soon. A short taxi ride later, he was able to make it back home just a little after 1 o’clock.

Kylian bursts through the front door, booking it toward the shower in your ensuite bathroom, running right past you on the bed without a glance or even a hello.

You’d been trying to decide all day if you were pissed at him or just super sad, but seeing him ignore you that way made you realize that it didn’t matter. He stopped making you happy, making you both pissed and sad — a dangerous combination.

You get up and follow him in there as he hopped around trying to take his skinny jeans off.

“I’m gonna be late.” He panted, sliding inside the shower.

You assumed if he knew he would’ve said something… happy birthday… I love you… I’m sorry…

Curious and resentful, you stand close to the shower door so he could hear you. “Where are you going? I thought we…” You blink tears back, sighing and trying to get control of your wavering voice, “… I thought we could do something tonight.”

This wasn’t even the plan, but you were trying to find anyway for him to redeem himself.

“No, (Y/N). I can’t today, okay?” He snapped. “I’m in a rush. Can you please just pick out a nice outfit for me, quickly.”

You shake your head in disbelief, wiping a stray tear that rolled down your face, sniffling once. Kylian hears this and pokes his head out. “Hey,” his barely softer, “Look, sorry but I’m in a huge rush. It’s been a shit morning.”

“Me too.” You mumble, disappointment laced in your words but Kylian didn’t seem to catch onto it.

“Also, my phone shattered at some point last night, so can you call Thérèse and have her drop me off a new one at the training center?”

You huffed, getting control of your emotions that were simmering into anger. One more chance, you thought as you were about to walk out of the bathroom, you turn. “Do you want to do something when you get home? Maybe even just dinner here, a movie?”

“Maybe.” He said back, turning off the shower. All you could do is roll your eyes and bite your tongue. You were trying to give him every opportunity to come back from this.

You didn’t want to end it, but you promised yourself that if he fucks up today, that was it. You can’t keep hoping he’ll become the person he was before. He won’t listen when you talk anymore or even meet you in the middle. You have too much respect for yourself to settle for someone who can’t appreciate you.

You dry laughed. “Maybe.” You mocked, another angry tear rolling down your face, storming back into the bedroom and getting under the covers, arms crossed.

You wanted to sob, but choked it down when Kylian stormed out of the bathroom, wet and holding his towel up around his waist. “Why are you so moody?” He didn’t even look at you, just shook his head and threw his hand down, exasperated when he realized you weren’t putting an outfit together for him. “I just asked you to help me out.” He tusks. “Are you just going to lay around all day, then?”

You knew this tone. The one where something else was bothering him except he expressed it by nitpicking at anything in front of him. Being with him for so long, you knew how to gently pry out the real reason why he was snappy. Right now, there was no way were you even attempting to help him out in any way.

“Looks like it, huh?” You gritted through your teeth. You could practically feel the eye roll he gave you even though neither of you would look at each other.

He muttered something you couldn’t hear as he walked into the closet, hurriedly throwing on some outfit. “I didn’t feel like fighting today, (Y/N).” He growled and threw on a white hat. “Today has been miserable so far.”

“Miserable for you?” You gaped, face getting angrily red.

“Oh, don’t start.” He spat, grabbing his keys and walking out of the room.

You jumped up and stomped out of the room behind him, seeing him almost at the bottom of the stairs. “Kylian.”

He groaned, continuing to run down the steps. “I don’t have time for a fucking fight right now!”

“Kylian!” You yelled from the railing just as he grabbed the door handle. With an exasperated turn around, he locked eyes with your teary ones. “When you get home… we need to talk.” You didn’t try and hide your sadness this time, knowing how the talk was going to end. The sentence squeaked out, like your forced it.

He paused, taking his hand off the door handle. “Fine.” He said this differently upon seeing your broken demeanor, shuffling in place. Kylian checked his watch, looking back up at you. You stared back, watching him hesitantly leave your shared home.

Kylian knew he’d been fucking up with you lately. Coming home late, forgetting to call or text back, paying less and less attention to you as the season progressed. He knew he was getting too comfortable and at some point stopped putting in any effort. The worst was that he’d been taking his frustrations out on you, shutting you out. He watched as you tried to smile through his snarky and quick comments, feeling bad immediately but he just didn’t know how to deal with that kind of guilty emotion.

Your engagement has been a long one. Nine months in and you guys hadn’t even set a date yet. Time kept slipping through the glass, he wondered when the last time you’d even brought up the wedding was — wondering when the last time he even thought about it directly after.

The whole way to work he watched out the window, lost in thought about how he needs to be better. So much so that his driver had to tell him that they’d arrived. He was actually early. With a big fake smile on his face, he did his best to set it all aside, turning on work-mode.

Meanwhile, you had a really nice cry. The kind where you just let it all out because you knew no one was around to hear or pity you. Once you pulled yourself together, you gathered your suitcases from the attic.

It was obvious you couldn’t take everything that was yours. You’d bought so many things for this place, for your shared home… so you focused on the things you were for sure taking with you. All your clothes, makeup, sentimental items, and the fruit bowl you found in a market in Spain were secured inside your bags. You stopped and cried so many times… over a pair of shoes that he bought for you or a picture that brought back sweet memories… all these momentos felt wasted.

Yesterday, you were certain that he would remember what today was. So certain that you convinced yourself you didn’t need to get a hotel. You wished you did, because doing it today felt so final, so depressing. And, upon looking at your empty side of the closet, vanity, side table, bathroom shelf… you had to pull yourself together and be strong. Remind yourself why you’ve resorted to this.

Back at the training grounds, Kylian snapped his last photo-op with the CEO of some athletic wear company, absolutely drained from having to pretend for hours. He had sent his assistant off for a new phone when he saw her, knowing you didn’t text her about him needing one.

He trudged over to Hakimi now that all of that was over, sitting down with a long huff, placing his head in his hands. He hadn’t talked to him all day, being occupied with offers and whatnot.

“Man, I’ve been texting you all day.” He patted his back once, turning to face him.

Kylian looked up at his friend, shaking his head. “It broke last night. Thérèse is out getting me a new one now.”

Hakimi sensed there was something bothering Kylian, but knew not to approach him too strongly. He nodded at his answer. “So, uh… I bet (Y/N)’s pissed, right?”

Kylian blew a raspberry. “Oh, yeah… so pissed…” He nodded with the most exhausted look on his face. “Wait, how’d you know that?”

“Well, I mean, Hiba would be pissed too.” Kylian raised an eyebrow, still confused on how he knew about your fight. “You know, if I had to work on her birthday like this.” He laughed at the thought. “I’d have a lot of groveling to do. Or, did you guys plan something on a different day?”

Kylian gazed up at Hakimi, eyes widening with the vague memory of todays date. “Wait.” He gulped, hands hovering over his head. “Is today the…” he flipped the calendar in his mind, praying that Achraf was mistaken about that. “Ah… merde! Putain! Shit!” Kylian smacked the table and bounced up out of the chair, heart beating a million miles a minute.

Hakimi stood too, watching Kylian pace with his hands cradling his head. “No… Kylian, you didn’t…”

He nods, panic settling in hardcore. “I yelled at her today. I asked her why she was being moody. I didn’t come home last night— ah baise moi, mec. je suis un putain d'idiot!” He cursed himself. Ah fuck me, man. I’m a goddamn idiot!

Thérèse speed walked over to the man in crisis, holding a brand new phone. “All your data’s transferred and everything!” She cheered. Kylian probably didn’t even thank her, going directly to his messages with you to text you that he’s so sorry and coming home right now. When he clicked on your icon, he saw all of the messages you sent him last night

You: Ky will u please come home — 9:25 pm

You: I know ur friends are in town and all but I seriously need u with me tonight — 10:48 pm

You: hello?? — 11:51 pm

You: are u okay? Do u need a ride? — 1:35 am

You: I’m getting worried. please just reply. I need to know ur okay Kylian — 1:40 am

You: nice Snapchat story. Good to know ur fucking fine. — 2:46 am

He ran a hand over his face, beginning to sweat with guilt. His eyes lowered on the screen, the small grey message by the keyboard truly making his stomach knot up even more.

(Y/N) stopped sharing their location with you.

His heart fell in his chest, churning… he felt like he was going to puke. Suddenly all of the conversations you tried to start with him about his behavior over the last six months came flooding back. The same conversations he moaned and groaned though, always deflecting until it turned into a fight. God, how badly he had been treating you… like you were a menace in his life — when really, without you, he wouldn’t be able to go on the same.

He began trying to call you and gathered his things, but his calls simply rang until it went to voicemail. “I-I have to go.” He stammered, almost tripping over his feet. Hakimi watched, shocked at the state of his best friend, knowing how he could get sometimes.

Kylian jumped in the town car as fast as his world-renowned legs could get him there, giving the driver instructions to get him home, and quick. The whole way he cussed at slow drivers, construction workers, red lights. He checked his new phone for the time; 10:37 pm and still fifteen minutes away from home.

God, please let her still be home.

He won’t know what to do with himself if you just left.

‘We need to talk’ rung over and over again in his head like a jinx. The way your voice cracked, the tears he saw you hold back. She’s so strong, he thought.

I raised my voice at her. I forgot her birthday and then treated her like she was the problem.

He pinched his leg to distract himself from crying. He has to be level headed, calm, logical, loving, and very apologetic— everything he hasn’t been for the last months. He knows he doesn’t deserve you, but can’t imagine what his life, his future will look like if he lets you slip through his fingers.

No girl has ever made him feel like this. Everything he looked for in a woman you embodied tenfold and he fucked it up. He has to fix this.

Kylian didn’t even let the car come to a full stop when he arrived, tripping over his own feet, realizing he left his coat in the back seat but really not caring at all. He just has to know you’re there. He looked toward the driveway, seeing your car still parked in its usual spot.

Thank the lord.

Fumbling with the keys, his shaking hands clicked the door open, seeing only the living room lamp on.

“Bébé?” He called. He saw your figure looking at him from the couch. “Oh, (Y/N)…” he breathed, walking over to get closer. You stoop up, meeting him halfway. “I’m so, so sorry. I’m so sorry.” He heaved, breathless from his pounding heart.

The dull yellow light illuminating the side of your face showed him how puffy and red your eyes were, how downturned your usual smile was. He saw what he’d done to you, all the months you’ve had to walk on eggshells, the conversations that he’s turned on you, how he forgot your special day.

You still didnt say anything, keeping your arms crossed, looking him in the eye — the while begging yourself internally not to cave. His sweet eyes knew how to reel you in. You weren’t going to cave. You couldn’t.

“I forgot your birthday…” He whispered sadly, guilt drenched his tone, sending a cold depressing shiver down your spine.

Your eyes brimmed with tears again, but you bit your cheek and shook them away, having to be strong for yourself. “So, you finally remembered.” You sniffled.

“I’m so sorry, bèbè. Time just…” he stopped himself from making anymore excuses, “I’m just a fucking idiot. And I’m going to make it up to you. I promise, I’ll make it up to you.” He stammered, voice shaking from nerves.

“But, it’s not just about the birthday, Kylian. It’s been… it’s..–”

“–I know, bébé. I’ve been horrible to you. Truly horrible. You never deserved any of that.” He cautiously lifted his hand to yours, grabbing your fingers. All the words he was going to say suddenly didn’t feel good enough. No I’m sorry is going to feel sufficient.

You looked at your tangled hands, he played with your fingers anxiously, trying to catch your gaze, but it now stayed glued to the floor.

You took a deep breath and looked up at him with teary eyes — that of a wounded puppy. It broke him. “We need to talk.” Your words were laced in false strength, false confidence.

You didn’t know what the hell you were going to do once you leave him. Flying blind isn’t something you did very often, but you knew it’s what had to be done.

“Yes.” He nodded eagerly, trying to guide your hand toward the couch to sit. “Let’s talk. We can talk this all out, right?”

His hopeful tone made your heart break even more. The guiltiness that radiated off of him made it harder to do what you had to… his face fell when you let your hand slip back into your folded arms, turning away from him, sniffling.

“Kylian, I can’t… I can’t sit down with you and hold your hand and let you apologize to me. It’s not how this is gonna go.” Wiping your cheeks roughly, you turned to see his dropped face. “This talk… it’s going to be really hard. For both of us.”

He approached you, putting his hands on your forearms. “You’re scaring me, bèbè.”

Your lip quivered, not knowing how to tell him. You couldn’t look him in the eyes. “Kylian. I love you.”

“I love you too. I love you so much, (Y/N). I know we can work through this. I know it.” He pleaded, moving his face around to try and get you to look at him.

“No, Kylian. I love you, but…” You finally looked up, noticing he’d started crying as well. Ouch. “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

He didn’t know what he was expecting. Sure, he was scared and sorry about what he did but the possibility of breaking up seemed impossible. Not like he was immune to repercussions, but you two just made sense. He loves you impossibly too much, but he’s forgotten to show you.

Kylian stood in shock, he felt his heartbeat in his teeth, his throat dry. “Don’t say that.” He whimpered. “Please, don’t say that.”

His hands traveled up to hold your face and he bent down to your level, needing you to look at him, to see how regretful he was, how much harder he will work at this. He touched his forehead to yours, wrestling with the temptation of falling down from anguish.

You shook your head between his palms, letting the tears fall freely, a small sob escaping. He wiped away the tears with his thumbs, attempting to hold you closer, squeaking out the smallest words; “Bèbè.” “No, no.” “Please.” “I’m so sorry.”

You grabbed his wrists, using all your strength to pull them from your face. Immediately, you turned around and grabbed a duffel bag he hadn’t noticed was sitting on the armchair. Your feet took you toward the exit.

“No.” His voice broken, his own face scrunched up and soaked with tears. “No, where are you going?”

It took everything in you not to comfort him, run into his arms, tell him it will be okay.

You pushed your instincts down and turning and shrugged instead, now feet away from the man you love, closing in on the front door. “I’m…” You felt a choking sob threatening to spill out of your mouth and had to look away, silently crying out with your hand covering you mouth. With a deep breath, you continued. “I’m leaving.”

“Well, when will you be back?” In just a few strides, he was back in front of you. He couldn’t help but hold your face again, wiping more tears with a gentle but pleading touch.

You gripped his wrists again, only this time, you weren’t strong enough to pull them away, instead feeling his warm skin one more time.

With a small shake of the head, you responded. “I’m not coming back, Kylian.”

“But… but this is your home. It’s our home.”

“I’m sorry, Kylian.” You finally ripped his hands from your face once more and adjusted the heavy strap on your shoulder. Turning around, your feet drag you to the front door. You reach into your back pocket and take out the house key that’s not longer attatched to your usual tassel keychain and set it down on the table.

He stood there and watched, now feeling helpless in this heart wrenching situation. It doesn’t seem like this is real, he has to be having a nightmare, just watching you leave his life and there’s nothing he can do about it — but it doesn’t stop him from trying, begging. “Amour, no. I can fix this, please just give me a chance to make this right.” He was desperate, once again approaching you.

Kylian sniffled, watching your every reaction, hoping for a glint of anything that would allow him to make it up to you. You looked down at your hands, then your left ring finger… everything in your body was holding you back from taking it off, but you mustered up every ounce of self control.

Kylian looked away as you slid the engagement ring off, hearing the light clink of it being set next to the keys. With his hands at his sides, back slouching, he looked back at your face, nodding in defeat.

“I’m sorry.” You repeated in a squeaky whisper.

“Me too.” He nods, looking down at your empty hand. He couldn’t but reach out, trapping your fingers delicately with his fingers, stepping closer.

His arm snakes around your waist, holding you, shaking with his suppressed cries. You allowed yourself to hug him back, to close the chapter, to feel his warm embrace again before you never would again.

The hug lasted for a while, swaying back and forth and crying into each others shoulders. He smelled like he always did, and you noted how hard it would be if you came across his familiar scent again. He also was getting high on your fumes, indulging in the coconut scented shampoo he had become addicted to. The touch of your hands clasping at his back made him cry harder, squeezing you tighter and lovingly.

You pulled back once your cries calmed, sniffling. He stayed close, lifting his eyes to look into yours. Before he knew how to stop himself, he closed in the space, landing his salty lips on yours, closing his eyes. You kissed him back, hating how much you’d miss him. The way his fingers dug into your hips made you lightheaded.

It’s too hard to stop, but you had to. Pulling away, you turned around quickly and left, sobbing all the way to your packed up car.

Kylian was glued in place. His heart had been put through a blender, his head throbbed, his chest was cold without you with him. He saw the flash of your headlights backing out and leaving the property reflect inside the dark and empty home.

He’s miserable, hollow. He’s angry at himself, maybe at you, even if he knows this was his own doing… the whirling in his brain wasn’t anywhere near as loud as the silence after you left — a deafening silence that followed him up to us bedroom, one he now only shared with his thoughts.

It killed him when he saw there was no longer a charger plugged next to your side of the bed, that your slippers were gone from their usual spot by the corner. None of your favorite books were displayed on the shelves, your skincare products left just a ring of residue on the sink. Stepping into the closet, he noticed it still smelled like you, but everything was gone. Everything but the shirts of his that you had stolen through the years, now neatly folded on top of one of his dressers. He wished you had taken them to remember him. He wished he could turn back time and do everything right.

Above all the sadness and the gaping hole is his heart was determination. He fucked up but he wasn’t about to do it again. You would not be the one that got away. It may be the last thing he ever does, but he’ll make it all up to you. He was prepared to go to the furthest lengths to hold you again. But, for now, he needed to wallow in self pity, feel everything that he needs to feel.

Not even on the chilliest Parisian night had his bed felt as cold as it did that day.

A/N: Okay I feel like I kinda dragged that out but angst! I’m contemplating a part 2 but I also kinda like leaving it at this… would y’all want another part? Also, the title is inspired by the song The Loneliest by Måneskin, listen to it after reading. Their new album is so fucking amazing. — Requests for Kylian Mbappé are open! —

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NOOOOOO THATS SO CUTE, I MISSED SERGIO SM🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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spidybaby · 11 months

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Flowers

Summary: Who would have thought some flowers can make that much drama.

Warnings: none, kinda angsty but fluffy.

A/N: I've been so busy with college that I feel bad for not posting. So here's this piece. Hope you like it 😀💛

Everything started with your friend giving you the idea of pranking Kylian, posting a story of some flowers with the caption "thank you baby ❤️"

At first, you didn't want to because Kylian was the kind of boyfriend to always give you flowers, taking you to dinner, doing little things for you.

But when the vacation started, he went to Miami with Achraf and Melissa. You declined his invite to go with him. Due to your work, you needed to be available for your coworkers since you were just promoted as a higher up.

Melissa was sad. It was her first vacation away from the kids and now away from you. You both became really close since you began dating Kylian.

Kylian is someone who girls always try to get with. Something you weren't to moved to, it didn't worry you. You trusted him, and he trusted you. It's teamwork.

Something that began to worry you was him not answering his phone, your texts, nothing. It was like he went ghost mode.

You thought it was because his data was not active or something, but then you saw the ig post. He has data to post, then he can at least dm you to let you know he was fine.

You didn't need him to be glue to the phone for you, but at least let you know he was fine. Only that.

So, you texted Melissa, asking her if she was enjoying the vacation, if she was tanning. But, she left you on read.

That's when the words of your friend made sound in your head. Was that a good thing to do?

"Of course it is. It's a harmless story, and you can even text him saying "thank you for my flowers while you're away." Your friend says, looking at the flower catalog. "So this peonies, please"

You open your phone just to see the seen texts. You didn't understand why he was acting like that. If he wanted a space free vacation, he could have said it.

"Okay, all done. Let's go." Your friend says, grabbing your arm to drag you outside of the store.

"Wait, did you pay?"

"Yes, you'll get them tomorrow."

You both ended up at some cafe, talking about the updates of your lives.

"Don't worry, if you're not comfortable with this, you don't have to do it." She says as she leaves you on the door of your house.

"I'll think about it."

You wave her goodbye as she drives off.

You went off with your night, didn't want to bother Kylian. Maybe he's busy and needs a breath from everything. Maybe he wanted to be alone for a while.

"Maybe you're too much for him," a voice in your head says.

Okay, no, you're not. If you were, he would not be with you.

You push all those thoughts out of your head and decide to sleep. Maybe tomorrow will be better.

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You saw the pictures he posted, the outfit you helped him put together. Yet he still hasn't answered your texts.

You take a look at your bouquet of peonies, you think a little bit before taking the picture. You add a white heart, uploading it to your story.

You send a pic to him over text, thanking him for sending them while he was on vacation.

You decide to turn off your phone as soon as you start receiving the notifications of instagram. You turn on your TV and start your favorite show, taking a caring only on the TV.

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Kylian was calmly talking with Achraf. They were going to dinner with some friends of him.

"Kylian, you're such a lover boy for your girlfriend." Melissa says, looking at your story. Kylian didn't understand, but he just nodded.

He got that type of comment from Achraf, too. He was kind of confused about why the sudden interest on him being a "good boyfriend."

It was not clear until Neymar texted him, asking him where he found the peonies, wanting to get some for his baby gender reveal and not being able due to the shortage of them.

He frowned, reading the text, Neymar attached a picture of your story.

You tag him in a story of a big bouquet of peonies thanking him. He never sent you that bouquet. He told Neymar that he will text him the info, but he didn't have any info to share.

He quickly noticed the text you sent him. "Thank you, mon amour. You're the best ❤️ I love peonies, and you know it 🥰" He tried to call several times. You didn't answer. It went straight to voice mail.

After that, Melissa asked him what was wrong, and when he explained, she tried to call you, nothing. Even Achraf gave his phone to Kylian, nothing.

He was worried. Who sent you flowers? Why would someone send you flowers? Were you aware he was not the one sending you flowers?

He stayed in, but for nothing, you weren't answering your phone.

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You turn your phone back on the next day. You needed to make some calls and send some emails so you will do it from your phone.

The first thing you saw was that you have 5 missed calls from Melissa, 8 from Kylian and even two from Achraf.

You also got a lot of texts. Even one from Bruna, Neymar's girlfriend, she was asking me to ask Kylian where he found the peonies. She wanted some for her gender reveal.

You answer her, giving her the info from the florist. And also assuring her that you will be at her gender reveal.

Another text was from Ethan, asking you to go out but using that insta story to deliver the message. You say yes.

And then a text message from your boyfriend. He was asking if you're available to call you. You wanted to say yes, call him and talk, but your toxic side says no. Let him overthink. So you ignored his, Melissa's, and Achraf texts. Instead, you call Ethan and tell him you'll pick him up to go to brunch.

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"You have to calm down." Achraf says, watching Kylian passing around the room, phone in hand. "Maybe you did send them, and you're forgetting it." He shakes his head no, he didn't. He would remember.

"I didn't."

"Ethan and her are going out." Melissa says, reading the text Fayza sent her. "They're going out for brunch."

"Why is she not answering my texts or calls then?" Kylian sat down, angry.

"Maybe because you haven't answered hers." Achraf points out.

Melissa agreed with him.

"But she told me she was going to be busy." He almost screamed. "I didn't want to distract her."

"Okay, but you even told Melissa not to answer her. Maybe she's mad at you."

And I was true, Kylian told Melissa not to bother you. Since you got your new work, you were busy, so he didn't want you to feel like you were pressured to do a lot of things at the same time.

"But.-"

"But nothing," Achraf interrupts. "Let's not worry, even if the flowers are from another dude, she thanked you. She's not thinking about anyone else."

They both shut his insecurities, and Melissa took his phone. She sent you a text saying sorry for not answering and sending you some pictures.

The rest of his vacation was weird, he keeps sending you texts, and you kept ignoring him but updating your social media.

Melissa and you talked, you told her about the plan you and your friend had. She laughed and told you it was all between you and her.

Kylian, on the other side, was overthinking. He wanted to go back to Paris and be with you. In the last few, he sent you different things. He sent you flowers, he sent you chocolate, he sent you your favorite food, and he sent you your favorite coffee to your work.

You find all that cute and funny. He was so jealous. Your friend and you enjoyed the moment. He was getting his own medicine.

The day of his return, you text him as if nothing happened. Asking if he wanted to be picked up by you.

He immediately say yes, asking you how you were, if you received his things, you just answered with a "see you at the airport, amour"

Making him worried sick. Are you mad at him? Are you breaking up with him? Are you mad about something else? Achraf made him stop, telling him he was overthinking.

The whole flight he was thinking about you, he even texted Ethan for help, asking him to reserve for a super fancy restaurant, to run to the jewelry for something special for you and even asked his mother to go with his brother to pick you a special dress for the night.

When he arrived, it was 10 am. Perfect time for him to rest and to be with you all day and have that special date at night.

You waited at the parking of the airport, his driver was there with you, since he sent him to get you. Due to the flight being private, you could wait there.

You see the plane landing, and your stomach is full of butterflies. You missed him, too much for you to admit outloud.

When Achraf and Melissa got out of the plane, you and Lana got out of the car. Lana ran to her mother, and you said hi to Hakimi. After lana and Melissa greet each other you hugged her.

When Kylian was down, he waited for you and Melissa to talk a little bit, hugging his niece. Melissa pointed with the head to Kylian, who has his eyes fixed on you.

"Hi," you say softly, hugging him tight. "I missed you." You kiss his cheek. He was happy to see you, his face buried in your neck, enjoying the perfume he loved so much.

"I miss you more," he kissed your neck, making shivers run down your spine. He can feel them. Loving how your body reacts to him. Only him.

"Let's go, lovebirds," Melissa says, laughing as she enters the car. "You can talk at home." You both laugh, Kylian kisses your lips and walks hand in hand with you to the car.

The whole trip to his home was them telling you about the trip, and Lana asked some questions to her mom.

"Text me when you're home." You say to Melissa, she was going to her house, leaving Kylian and you alone at his own house. "Bye, Lana." You both waved them goodbye and enter his house.

"Come here." You say closing the door. You open your arms to him, kissing his lips. "I missed you so much, you have to tell me everything."

"I had so much fun, we have to go together, again, it's such a vibe."

You both walked upstairs, he needed to rest and you were helping him with the suitcase. "Thank you," he says, looking at you organizing his stuff. "I have something for you."

"More?" You laugh. "All you did was send me things. You already gave me enough, Ky."

"There's never enough with me." The cocky tone of voice he's using is funny to you. Sometimes you forget your boyfriend is The Kylian Mbappé. "I even have a whole plan for us tonight."

"Kylian, you have to rest." You put the suitcase down, leaving it for later. You needed to cuddle him. "I love you, but you're probably tired. I want you to feel good for this new season."

"I'll do that, but I have to spoil my baby. If I don't do that, who will?"

You spend the day with him in bed, both resting and loving the time you have together. This tight schedule doesn't allow this kind of moment very often, so you both learned to work around it.

Spending every minute you can together, after practice, after every match, free days, holidays. Every second was important for you. Even if it was only a hug and good luck or if it was a whole night, you appreciated everything.

You went home to get ready, his driver telling you he was collecting you at six o'clock. You thank him and run inside your house to get ready.

The first thing you see when you walk inside is the big designer bags. You gasped, not expecting all that.

You open your phone to thank Kylian for the things, assuring him that I was too much for a date night and you'll make it up to him.

After a long shower, you did your makeup and style your hair, using the fragrance you know he loves and wearing the dress he gave you. It was a beautiful black dress, he also went out of the way and got you this diamond necklace that's the perfect match for one he owns.

The driver picked you up at the exact time. He was alone. On the seat was this other gift, you sigh. He's killing you with all the gifts.

The little note attached to the black box reads "Open me" next to a heart he obviously drew. Inside was this lock bracelet from Tiffany.

"You're just the best 😍" you text him with a picture of the bracelet on you.

He was so excited for you to arrive. His foot is moving with impatience. He wants you to know he's all you need.

He knows that he's going out his way, giving you a little more than necessary, but he has all the money in the world when it comes to you. Never checking the price tag. It was for you so he didn't care how much.

"Hey handsome, care if I sit?" You whisper in his ear, making he shiver. He gets up to pull your chair out for you. "Thank you, such a gentleman." You kiss his cheek before taking a seat.

"I just want you to know how much I love you." He says, sitting back on the chair. "I'll do anything for you."

"Even if that meant going bankrupt for me." You joke. He laughs loud, not caring about people or nothing. You love seeing him like that, so free, so happy.

"I'll give you everything you want."

"I know, you know I'll do that too, just not that crazy with diamonds. But I'm all yours if that make it up."

You both talk about everything and nothing at the same time, Kylian rambles about life, sports, and his family. And you do the same.

"You know what's funny?" You ask him, ready to confess the whole bouquet thing. Knowing all his doing is his normal self but also is a little him being jealous.

"Tell me, amour." He grabs your hands. Bringing them to his mouth.

"You did all of this for some flowers."

You don't miss the way his body pauses for a second. He's not making eye contact like before. "What?- What are you talking about?" He laughs nervously.

"You got jealous because someone sent me that bouquet, so you started to send me more flowers, some chocolate, food, coffee, you did all of this." You drink your wine, enjoying how his mind is working trying to make an excuse.

"I don't recall, maybe you're confused." He says, eating more of his food.

"So you don't recall calling me eight times because you didn't send me that beautiful peonies bouquet?" You ask again. He's just shaking his head and eating. "Well, I do, and I got to thank my friend for sending it."

He choke on a piece of stake, coughing dramatically. "You have to what now?" He asks after a big sip of wine.

You explain to him everything. He's embarrassed for believing you meant you weren't coming because you were so busy that you couldn't even answer his texts.

After reassuring him, it was okay, but agreeing on talking more openly when this kind of doubt ran his head. He apologized, and you did too.

With him, everything is easy. Talking, laughing, and loving. He's yours, and you're his. No matter the gifts , the trips, the busy schedule. He's yours and only yours yo admire, to love and to share a life with.

"Let's pay and go home, champ," you say, making a signal to the waiter to bring you the check. "I promise you I was making it up to you for all the gifts." You caress his hand with your nails. Thing that he loves.

"You know you don't have to."

"Oh, I want to." You intertwine your hands. "Hope you still have that Miami energy. You'll need it for the night."

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graveyardvalentinee · 1 year

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I have an idea: What about Ney and the reader fighting about something dumb maybe like he is not helping around the house even when she asks. Kylian and Hakimi are trying to make peace, and they say something like, "So you guys wanted to tell us something," and Ney "Oh yeah, we are engaged" ❤️

yesss thank you so much for the request i love it!!

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surprise / neymar jr

pairing : Neymar x reader

“Food is ready!” I hear Neymar call from the kitchen.

He insisted on cooking tonight , he even decided to invite Kylian and Hakimi over so that he could tell them the secret we’ve been keeping in.

Me and the guys walk into the kitchen , Kylian and Hakimi snickering at Neymar’s cooking attire - a hot pink apron with the words “kiss the chef” on it.

“I assume the apron is hinting at Y/N - unless you’d want Hakimi to go up there and give you a nice smooch brother.” Kylian says through laughter.

I can’t help but laugh myself too.

“Alright alright laugh all you want - but yes the apron is hinting towards my beautiful girlfriend.” Ney says walking in my direction and giving me a short kiss.

“Girlfriend hmm?” I whisper in his ear

“The reason why I invited them over is to tell them querida. Go and get the ring from upstairs - I want to announce it before we begin eating.” He chuckles in my ear giving my hip a slight squeeze.

We turn around and see Hakimi fake throwing up in the sink with Kylian holding a hand covering his mouth as if he’s about to barf too.

“Total drama queens.” Neymar whispers to me.

“Okay okay are we going to eat or not ? Or did you just make us come all the way over here to remind us we’re desperately single?” Kylian says , rolling his eyes jokingly.

[ let’s pretend like Hakimi is single ]

“We will eat - soon. Me and Y/N have an announcement to make before.” Neymar excitedly says. He’s been dying to tell anyone about our engagement.

Hakimi groans loudly and throws his arms up in the air. “Kylian we should have just gotten something on the way if we knew chef Neymar would make us wait this long for one meal.”

“I’ll be right back and then we can eat.” I say going up the stairs laughing , still hearing the guys complain to Ney about the wait on the food and how they’ve been waiting since practice to eat.

I find the beautiful ring and slip it on , I look over to the picture of me and Neymar on our first date in Brasil.

I smile remembering how he wanted out first official date to be in his homeland , we had asked a local at the beach to take a picture of us with the gorgeous sunset in the back , Ney standing behind me with his arms around my waist and his face buried in my neck - and me holding his arms smiling into the camera.

But my smile dies down when I see that Neymar still hasn’t fixed his clothes.

He has one job - one. And it’s been 3 days , that clothes has been laying there for 3 days.

I do the laundry and he puts away only his portion of the clothes. It’s simple.

But no. He can’t do that can he?

Every single time I have to remind him.

Sometimes I even do it for him- but no. Not anymore.

I know it’s stupid to get mad over it but it’s the only job he has around the house. And it’s tiring that he doesn’t even do the one simple task I ask of him.

I storm down the stairs.

“Neymar Da Silva Santos Junior! You have one job around here. You can count on one hand the job you have around this house - because it’s only ONE - and it’s to put away your clothes. It’s the third day it’s been there and I know you see it every time you walk into our bedroom.” I say marching into the dining room where I spot Neymar sitting at the end of the table.

“What? Y/N what are you talking about?” He says , genuinely looking confused.

Is he serious ?

“What am I talking about ? I’m talking about your stack of clothes that’s been sitting in the room for days. All you have to do is pick it up and put it away. It does not take more than 5 minutes of your day.”

“Oh yeah the clothes. Eh I’ll do it tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow ? Really. You always say that. But what do you do instead ? You go and play poker as soon as you get home - or you play that stupid video game your obsessed with.” I say scoffing.

“Y/N that is not true! If it wasn’t for me we wouldn’t have this house.” He argues back , raising his voice just a bit.

“Guys calm down , let’s just eat.” Hakimi interjects

“Yeah come on Y/N have a seat - let’s enjoy what Neymar cooked.” Kylian says calmly.

“I know that Neymar! And I am extremely proud of you and grateful for everything you’ve done for the both of us but accomplishing all of that comes with responsibilities- and one of those is doing the simple task of putting your clothes away.”

“Why are you scolding me as if you are my mother!” Neymar scoffs getting up from his seat.

“Guys let’s just both sit down-”

“If I wasn’t here to tell you it would sit there collecting dust.” I laugh bitterly , looking at Neymar angrily.

“Let’s be reasonable both of you-”

“Maybe I would want it to!” Neymar shoots back at me.

“Well that’s just great isn’t it ? Have fun wearing dusty disgusting clothes.” He’s getting on my last nerve.

“I sure will. I’ll look utterly amazing -” he tries to continue arguing with me until Kylian interrupts him.

“Can the both of you please sit down and be quiet!”

I huff and take a seat next to Neymar - the only available seat. He huffs even louder and sits back down scrapping his chair against the marble floor.

“Really ? You just had to do that ?” I say annoyed.

“Another thing to add to the list of things I do that annoy you huh?” He says cocking his head to the side and giving me a look.

“Oh yes the list just keeps piling-”

“Don’t you two have news for us! Id love to hear it!” Hakimi says loudly - fronting a nervous smile , looking between both of us.

I turn to look at Neymar and see his face emotionless.

“Surprise!” He says sarcastically, lifting my hand in the air and displaying the beautiful diamond on my finger for the guys to see.

“Y/N and I got engaged, but after her remarks about me I’m not sure she wants to be engaged to me.” He says nonchalantly.

“That is not true! I just don’t like how I have to remind you to do a simple thing a child could do.”

Hakimi and Kylian both look at each other speechless.

“Holy shit man! You finally did it. Congratulations to the both of you!” Hakimi happily says , getting up and patting Neymar on his back , also giving me a hug and examining the ring on my finger.

“Y/N you have no idea , this man’s been planning the proposal for months ! Asking us our opinions on rings and where to do the proposal. He’d be pacing around the locker rooms asking Messi how he proposed to Antonella just to make the proposal perfect.” Kylian says next - lightly laughing giving Neymar a tight hug , and me a hug and kiss on the cheek.

Suddenly hearing that makes the whole situation that happened 3 minutes ago erase from my mind.

“You really did all that ? For me ? For us ?” I ask looking into his piercing eyes.

“We’ll leave you two.” Kylian and Hakimi both say disappearing into the backyard.

“Of course I did all of that for you. I’d do anything for you Y/N - just to be able to call you my wife. To be able to wake up next to you every day and be able to call you mine - and hopefully in the future be able to call you the mother of my kids. Because I love you , and I plan on loving you for the rest of my life. Nothing could ever change that.” He says walking up to me and cupping my face.

“And I promise you from now on I’ll fold all the clothes - even yours. Hell , I might even learn how to the laundry for you.” He says chuckling , resting his forehead on mine.

“I love you - so so much. More than you’d ever know Juhnino , and you’ll have me forever - because I want us forever. Not even a stupid argument over you putting away your clothes could change that.” I say softly laughing and connecting our lips.

“But I think I’ll stick to washing the clothes amor , I don’t want to have a broken washing machine when we just got that one.”

He shakes his heads and laughs , kissing me once more with passionately.

I’ll never get tired of his kisses.

“Are you two finally made up? Because that whole thing took away 10 extra minutes of my appetite away.” Hakimi says coming back into the kitchen with Kylian behind him.

“You know how he gets when he doesn’t eat - it’s not pretty.” Kylian whispers to me and Neymar.

“I heard that! Don’t forget who’s the one that got nutmegged today in practice.”

“We’re here to celebrate Y/N and Neymar’s engagement not talk about football.”

“Yeah yeah keep making up excuses - you know I got you good.”

Kylian rolls his eyes and we all sit down and start eating.

We talk about all the wedding plans Neymar and I already have , like a wedding in Brasil and one here in Paris. Or how we want two honeymoons - depending on Neymars schedule.

“I can’t believe he finally did it. You two complete each other , and we can all clearly see it. We’re both so happy for you.” Kylian says , Hakimi just hums with a mouthful of food.

“She’s just everything I could have ever asked for.” Neymar says holding my hand and running his thumb over my knuckles.

I lean over and kiss his cheek , realizing this life ahead of me is everything I could have ever wanted and more , with the man of my dreams by my side.

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again , thank you so much for this request ! I hope you enjoy it <3.

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Unwrapped

Achraf Hakimi x Fem!Reader

Warnings: platonic relationships, you and achraf are equally as confused, you're also lowkey beefing, alcohol and the consumption of, kylian thinks it's so funny, matching pjs, you're all soooo unserious.

Word Count: 401

Author's Note: this is a random one, I can't remember what my original idea was for this when I first put it down so I made one up lmao

Kylian invites a few friends over to celebrate Christmas with him and his family. You can't quite remember what happened the night before you know you don't remember the events leading up to this morning.

Christmas at Kylian's was a messy event; every year brought its own madness but this year might have topped it all.

Last thing you remember was you and Kylian bouncing on the couch, Achraf recording the two of you as Ethan tried to stop his brother from falling off of the couch.

It's morning, the sun creeps through the curtains in the guest room and your head is pounding from the night before. All you want to do is curl up under the comforters until tomorrow, you know for a fact that Kylian wouldn't bother you as he's probably in the same spot as you.

You figured you should at least check the time, your hand flung behind you to feel for your phone but instead you're met with something hard followed by a very loud 'ow!'

Achraf sits up, rubbing his nose. "You smacked me!" He shouts at you.

You give him a push, "shut up! My head is killing me!" Your hand pressed to your temple, your own shouting hurting your head.

"What are you doing in my bed?" He asks you and you look at him confused, "this is my bed. Why are you in here?"

It takes you two a second but it seems you've come to the same conclusion, making a disgusted face as you both groan. The bedroom door opens before you two could speak, Kylian walks in looking like he hadn't consumed half of his liquor cabinet the night before.

"You look like shit," he tells you two, sitting on the end of the bed. You roll your eyes, "what's going on here?" Kylian asks, his finger pointing between you and Achraf.

"Achraf came in here."

"No!" the man butts in to defend himself. "She came in here!"

"Actually," Kylian starts, "you both came in at the same time to change and it seems that you fell asleep. Did you not notice the matching pjs you had on?"

You and Achraf look down, the two of you in the exact same outfit. Looking over, you see Kylian had the same ones as well. "What is going on here?" You asked him, clearly confused as unsure if you had woken up in some alternate reality.

Kylian laughs, "it was a gift from Ethan, he says we're always together so we should dress the same."

"You guys are so fricking weird," you say, lying back down.

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cherryxcadbury · 1 year

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hey! just saw your post. could you write a mbappe imagine where they have a child and him and the child try to convince the reader for another sibling. super fluff!! 💋💋

LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS!

2nd person pov

"Nicolas! Amour! Where are you two?" You called, waltzing into the sitting room where your son & husband sat.

The two were snuggled into the couch, whispering loudly into each other's ears in French. You tried hard to understand what they were saying, but your lack of knowledge on French did not help you in the slightest. The two perked up when they saw you enter.

"Cherie! Come sit!" Kylian smiled, patting the sofa, gesturing to sit between him and Nicolas.

You smiled, doing as suggested, laying back into the couch. Nicolas immediately climbed on your lap, while Kylian moved closer to you and placed your legs on his lap.

You eyed your two boys suspiciously.

"What's going on?"

"What do you mean mummy?" Nicolas looked up at you with deep eyes, full of emotion.

You chuckled, "Nothing. Mummy didn't mean anything." You kissed his cheek.

"I meant, what's up with you?" You shot Kylian a pointed look, who smiled sheepishly.

"Well, me and Nicolas were talking about what he wants for his birthday." Kylian began.

You quirked and eyebrow at the both of them this time.

"Your birthday was last month love." You told your son.

"Yes but next year. When I turn four." He responded.

"Well," You said, turning your head to face him, "What is it that you want."

"A little brother or sister." He grinned, with so much hope in his eyes.

You smiled back at him but shot Kylian a dirty look, who just smirked in reply. He gently grabbed your face, and kissed you. It was a clear attempt to convince you to try for another child.

You swatted him away and turned back to Nicolas.

"You know my love. Having a child isn't that easy." You reminded your son.

"Why don't you just go to the store and buy one?" Nicolas questioned innocently.

His eyes lit up suddenly, "Oh oh oh! Or ask Santa for Christmas next year, and a stork will come and drop one off!"

"Actually Nico, to have a child it needs more involvement in mummy and daddy's part s—" Kylian began.

You immediately shushed him.

"Idiot! He's too young for this talk!" You scolded your husband.

"Mummy and Daddy will try very hard and talk to Santa about it. Okay?" You told Nicolas, who nodded enthusiastically.

"Now come on, let's watch the film." You all directed your attention to the television.

Well at least you all thought you directed your attention. Not a moment later you felt a hand on your thigh. A thumb circling in the same spot over & over again. You turned to scowl at Kylian who just winked at you.

You couldn't help but laugh.

***

Not more than thirty minutes later, Nicolas was asleep.

Kylian bent low to Nicolas's ear and whispered something in French to see if he was still awake. He was not. The two of your shared a knowing look. Words weren't needed ti communicate what you needed to communicate.

You both got up, Nicolas in your arms, Kylian's arms around your waist. You had to walk only a few strides before you entered your son's room. Kylian gently laid him down and kissed his forehead. You sat on the edge of the bed and brushed his hair out of his eyes. You kissed Nicolas's cheek, and wished him a good night. Though he was fast, fast asleep.

The two of you walked out of his room quietly, being extra careful when closing the door. A sigh of relief was let out when it was all done without waking him up. You were about to head to the washroom to shower and get ready for bed before you felt Kylians grip on your wrist. He twirled you around so you were close to the wall. His forehead against yours, lips merely centimeters away from each other.

"So about that baby?" He smirked.

You scoffed.

"Aw come on cherie! It's not like we can't give him a sibling." Kylian protested.

You playfully rolled your eyes.

"Maybe I just don't want to do what's required to make the child." You shot him a wink.

Kylian cocked his head, "Amour. I'm Kylian Mbappe. Everyone's attracted to me!"

You smacked your hand against your forehead.

"Contrary to popular belief Kylian. Not everyone finds ninja turtles attractive."

“Pleaseee Y/N! Think about how cute it would be to have a little you running around! Then our family would truly be complete!”

You gave him a quick peck on the lips, before strolling into your master bedroom, purposefully leaving the door wide open.

Kylian stood dumbfounded for a few minutes. He was very very confused. His ego also took a hit. You poked your head out from the door.

"Do you want to make that baby or not?"

Thanks to Kylians speed, it didn't take one second for him to be in that room with the door slammed shut.

*** Eleven months later

“Nicolas! Come see your birthday gift.” You warmly smiled at your son from the hospital bed.

Nicolas walked gingerly, hand in hand with his dad. Kylian greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, while Nicolas stood on his tip toes to see his new siblings. They were twins, one boy, and one girl.

Was that the plan? No, not really.

Nicolas’s eyes widened in delight while Kylian was almost reduced to tears. You propped Nicolas up on the hospital bed with you, while transferring both children into the arms of Kylian.

“They’re beautiful amour. We did a great job. I’m proud of you.” Kylian complimented, wishing he could take your hand if both weren’t occupied with holding his new kids.

“Mummy. I asked Santa for two brothers. Not a sister. The storks messed up.” Nicolas frowned.

You and Kylian laughed while he nudged Nicolas’s shoulder.

“Nicolas. Do you want to name them?” Kylian asked earnestly, receiving a nod from you in approval.

Secretly, you were a little hesitant. There was one certain name you had your heart set on for the girl, you doubted Nicolas would choose it. But his happiness mattered more to you than some picture perfect names.

“Hmmm, for the boy, Theo.” Nicolas started.

You nodded, you liked it.

“And for the girl. Lena!” Nicolas cheered, looking into your eyes with glee.

You grinned, that had been the name you wanted all along. But how did he know? Ah, of course. You turned your head to meet your husband’s gaze. Of course it was Kylian’s doing.

“I love you.” You mouthed to him.

“I love you more.” He winked back, causing your cheeks to grow red.

still, after all these years. That man’s affect on you would never change.

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applejuicefruit · 1 year

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Kylian and reader where she has a car crash? I love your fluff but I need something that can make me cry 😫😫😫😫

This is pure ANGST i’m sorry😫

I don’t know if i’ll make part 2

One more chance

Kylian’s P.O.V.

Last 5 minutes before the match ended and I just scored my second goal of the night. Unfortunately my girlfriend couldn’t be here tonight to celebrate with me. She was at his aunt birthday party and we both know that family is more important than everything. Plus she hasn’t seen her aunt since she moved here in Paris with me so when she asked me if she could miss my game to see her family I couldn’t tell her no, she was so excited to see them again.

I was celebrating our PSG victory with my teammates in the changing room when I received the call I wish I never received.

“Hello, this is Kylian” I answered the moment my phone rang. It was an unknown number but something told me I should answer.

“Good evening, this is nurse Marie from Saint-Louis hospital” when she said that she was calling from the hospital my heart missed a beat “you are the first emergency contact on miss y/n l/n phone, we are contacting you to let you know that y/n had a car accident and she is currently in our care”.

My phone dropped from my hand.

I couldn’t breathe.

“Kylian?” Neymar called me and everyone in the changing room looked at me.

I couldn’t speak.

I heard the nurse from the hospital keep calling my name but I felt going numb. I couldn’t do anything.

“Ky? What’s going on?” I heard Hakimi asking me.

“Y/n…she…y/n” I kept saying but I couldn’t form a sentence.

Neymar took my phone and spoke with the nurse but I couldn’t heard anything.

“She had an accident” Ney said while speaking with the nurse “she is in a critical state” he said kneeling in front of me.

I couldn’t breathe.

“Kylian look at me” Neymar said grabbing my shoulders “try to copy me” and I started coping is breathing.

“I need to go…to…she needs me” I say trying to be calmer.

“It’s okay we’re coming with you” Hakimi said and Neymar agreed with him.

They took me to the hospital, Hakimi driving at inhuman speed.

When we got there I ran to the front desk asking for information. They told me she was still being taken care of and that I couldn’t see her now so I had to wait.

But I couldn’t wait.

I needed to hold her.

The nurse took us into the ward she was hospitalised and made us wait in the waiting area.

Ten minutes later I saw one of the doctors that was in y/n room coming out from the door.

He saw us and came towards us.

“What happened?” I asked with a shaky voice.

“A drunk man didn’t stop at the sign and went full speed into y/n’s car” he said calmly “we’re still medicating her, she’s in a serious state right now. She has a broken leg, a few broken ribs, a concussion…” he paused and I knew there was more “…she has lost a lot of blood from her head and her right lung is injured…at the moment she can’t breathe on her own…I’ll let you know if something changes” he said but I stopped before he could go.

“Can I see her?” I say almost crying.

I didn’t want to cry. Not in front of my friends. I’ve always strong in front of everyone, I didn’t want to show my emotions but this time I couldn’t hold it.

“I’m afraid not…she still being medicated. I’ll let you know when you can see her” he said going back to her room.

I sat down on one of the bench that was in the waiting area and I started crying. I didn’t care if other people saw me. Neymar sat next to me while Hakimi knelt down in front of me. Both of them trying to calm me down.

“It’s going to be okay” Neymar said trying to be positive “she’s strong, you know her”

“I can’t lose her…I can’t…I needed to be there with her but I wasn’t!”

“Ky calm down please” Hakimi said putting his hands on my shoulders.

“I can’t…I just…what if she doesn’t make it? I just…I can’t lose her, I don’t want to lose her” I said fully on tears right now.

Neymar and Achraf didn’t care if I was crying. They stayed next to me.

The team asked Neymar for news but truth was we didn’t know anything.

After a couple of hours Neymar had to go home to his kid so I was waiting with Hakimi.

4 hours.

It took the doctors and the nurses 4 hours to exit y/n’s room.

The doctor came up to me telling me that I could visit her.

Just me.

In the meantime Hakimi called her family and my family telling them what happed.

The moment I got into her room everything stopped.

She was laying there with her face and arms covered in bruises with a machine helping her breathe.

I sat next to her and I took her fragile and small hand into mine.

“Come back to me” I said while kissing her hand “please…wake up” I continued kissing her hand “I want to see your beautiful eyes again, please open your eyes babe” I said knowing she couldn’t hear me.

I stayed there just holding her hand and whispering soft words for about three hours when Hakimi knocked on the door letting me know that our families were here but I couldn’t go out. I couldn’t see her family. I promised them I would have always protect her and now she’s here because I wasn’t with her. I was being a coward but I couldn’t face them. She’s their only child, I can’t imagine what they’re going through.

I stayed in her room.

For hours.

Hours became days and days became weeks and she still didn’t wake up.

Everyone knew that happened. The whole world knew what happened.

Fans became suspicious when I missed three games in a row. I knew I couldn’t miss more games and that the team needed me so I took all of my anger out in the field helping the team winning every single match.

Before and after practice I would visit her. Everytime after a match. Every night instead of sleeping in our bed I slept on the couch next to her bed hoping that someday she would wake up.

She was in a coma. As the doctors said.

They don’t know when she will wake up. Or if she will wake up.

It’s been a month now.

The police found the man who caused the accident and put him in jail but honestly I wish he was dead.

Everytime I open Insta I see people posting about us and it makes me cry even harder.

Y/n is a good soul. People love her. My fans love her. She didn’t deserve this.

Like every morning I go into her room and I stay with her for an hour before going to training.

Like every morning I sit next to her and I hold her hand.

“Mon amour…I know you can’t hear me…but I need you to wake up please…” I say kissing her forehead. My tears wetting her face.

“I need you sweetheart…I need you back home with me…it doesn’t even feel like home without you. I miss your laugh and your bad jokes” I say trying to light up the mood a little bit “I miss your terrible cooking, I miss everytime you sings your american songs, I miss waking up next to you and hugging you, I miss doing your hair in the morning when you’re too tired to do it by yourself…I-I miss your kisses and your hugs and the feel of your body under mine…I just can’t think of what I would do if you’ll never wake up…I miss you, come back to me please” I say now fully crying.

It was time for me to leave so, like every morning I left hoping to see her awake when I come back.

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httpsdana · 1 year

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Master List

this is my master list. I write for more footballers and drivers but these are the only ones that I've wrote about till now

you can request from my prompt list

ps: please request for people other than Gavi and Pedri too

Football

One Shots

Pedri Gonzalez

Maybe I Am

Mine

Boys Night Out

Issues

Favorite Torres Sibling

Only For Me

Football Crush

Stop That

Pablo Gavi

Rage and Jealousy

Sunshine

Pretty Boyfriend

Soulmate

Not Meant To Be

Babysitter

Lazy Mornings

Coffe Date

Scent

Meeting the Fam

Madridista ft. Carlos Sainz

Softie

Offical

Sleepless Nights

Just Sugar

Interview

Insecure

Mason Mount

Stream

Fifa And Cuddles

Biting

Knocked Out

João Fèlix

Drunk Nights

Another Loss

Scared

Stay

Jude Bellingham

Secret

Kidnapper

Fans' Favorite

Heartbeat

Sal o Azúcar ?

Marcus Rashford

My Own

Teasing

Drunk Confessions

Photographer

Commitment

Paulo Dybala

Childhood Besties...Or Lovers?

Lucas Paqueta

Baby

Antony Santos

Unexpected

Hakim Ziyech

Our First

First Ramadan

Clingy

Eric Garcia

Perfect

Drunk In Love

Flirt

Bad Day

Cleaning Time

Idiot

Loved

Misunderstanding

All-Nighter

Ferran Torres

Favorite Medicine

Cure

Kylian Mbappe

French

The One

Tickles

Julian Alvarez

Champion

Alejandro Garnacho

Habit

Alejandro Balde

Braids

Clingy

Date

Erling Haaland

Kitten

Frenkie De Jong

Come Here

Achraf Hakimi

Oblivious

Rasmus Højlund

Crazy In Love

Danish Love

First Of Many

Hector Fort

Tattoos

Only Yours

Series

Ferran Torres:

Unspoken Temptations pt 1

Unspoken Temptations pt 2

Unspoken Temptations pt 3

Unspoken Temptations pt 4

Unspoken Temptations pt 5

Unspoken Temptations pt 6

Unspoken Temptations pt 7

Unspoken Temptations pt 8

Unspoken Temptations pt 9

Unspoken Temptations pt 10

Unspoken Temptations pt 11

Unspoken Temptations pt 12

Unspoken Temptations pt 13

Unspoken Temptations pt 14

Unspoken Temptations pt 15

Unspoken Temptations pt 16

Formula 1

Max Verstappen

Puppy Fever

Lando Norris

Attention

Post Shower Cuddles

Oscar Piastri

DNF

Surprise!

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darlingmbappe · 1 year

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Revenge Gift | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader

— Click here for part 2! —

Summary: When Kylian leaves you high and dry, you decide on a leaving him a little revenge gift.

Warnings: Making out, sexy pictures, teasing, cussing, English is not my first language

Kylian was so happy to see you when you came over today. His face lit up the second he saw you, pulling you in for a long and deep kiss. You both had the afternoon off — a rare occurrence for your never ending clashing schedules — and these past couple of weeks have been especially busy. Working on a project in its preproduction stage comes a lot of late nights and even later mornings. Kylian turns in early and is up at the ass crack of dawn.

Besides the cheeky texts you’ve been sending back and forth, you two hadn’t had a chance to be intimate in a while. Quality time has been at an all time low, probably three weeks had passed since you’ve touched each other in that way. So, imagine how eager you two were when you quickly made it up to his bedroom.

“I fucking miss you,” he breathes between kisses on your exposed neck. You hum in response, too lost in feeling his bare chest against your skin to properly tell him you fucking miss him too. “You drive me crazy when you send me those sexy pictures.” Your hips grind against him while you sat on his lap, earning huffs and low moans from your boyfriend.

He played with the straps of your bra before losing them, following with a trail of kisses on your shoulder.

You huff out a laugh. “How do you think I feel when you send me thirst traps from the locker room, huh?”

Any other time he would deny that they were thirst traps and that you were just thirsty for him, but he only has one thing in mind right now. He reaches behind your back and begins playing with the clasp of your bra, a part he (shamefully) always struggles with. “Why don’t they use Velcro for these things?” He grumbled.

You giggle at him, reaching back to do it yourself. He sits back on the bed and prepares himself to just watch you, his eyes dark with lust and need. Just before you were able to unhook it, his phone starts ringing.

“Shit, sorry.” He reached for it on the nightstand. “Thought I turned that off.” Kylian looks at the caller ID and winces, looking up at you with I’m sorry eyes.

You shrug and drop your arms from your back, disappointed but understanding. “Go ahead, take it.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeats before sliding the answer button, immediately sounding annoyed with the caller. You crawl off his lap and make yourself comfortable on the open side of the bed, waiting for him to do something about the throbbing in your core. “What? Today?” He exclaims, jumping out of the bed and begins looking for his something to put on. “I thought it was next week, why didn’t you text me?” He pulls the phone down from his mouth and mouths another ‘I’m sorry’ before putting his clothes back on.

He ends the call with frustration, turning to you with the face of the guiltiest man alive. You roll your eyes and huff, but ultimately realize that this is something he has to do, or else he sure as hell wouldn’t be leaving you alone in his bed right before you were about to get naked. “Go.” You force a little grin out for both your sakes.

“You know I wouldn’t leave if I didn’t have to—”

“I know, Ky. It’s okay, go.” You’re used to forcing the good sport attitude. It was a package deal while dating someone like Kylian.

“Please be here when I come back.” He begs, putting a baseball cap on and a T-shirt.

You stand up, trudging over to him and wrapping a loose hug around his waist. “If you’re back before six…”

He hugs you back, kissing you sweetly. “I’ll try my best, amour.”

You kiss him quickly before shoving him toward the door, his gaze lingered on your bare body for a long second, tutting and cursing under his breath, then forcing himself out of the house.

Once he left, you put on some comfy clothes, made some tea, and began watching a movie in his living room. It wasn’t even two hours later when you phone binged — a message from Kylian.

Kyks <3: what’s the latest you can stay over?

You immediately respond back

You: No later than 6:15

You watched the three bubbles appear before his response.

Kyks <3: fuuuuuuuucccckkk :,(

You frown, realizing that your day with Kylian wasn’t happening.

Kyks <3: I’m sorry amour, I’ll make it up to you. I promise.

Kyks <3: I love you

You: I know you will

You: and I love you too

With a long huff, you stand up and decide to just grab your things and go to your place before you had to head out to work, maybe change into a less itchy bra.

As you walked around kylians room to double check that you grabbed everything, a small black and white object on his dresser caught your eye — his Polaroid camera.

Interesting.

He was obsessed with it for a couple weeks before completly forgetting about it, leaving it to collect dust in his room. Picking it up, you saw he had three photos left in it, and you had a plan brewing. A small form of payback, if you will.

Shuffling back out of your clothes, you propped yourself on his bed, the camera lying next to you. Kylian had yet to see this set in full, so you might as well let him know what he walked out on.

With a quick reposition, you laid down on his silk pillows, squeezed your boobs together to create more cleavage, putting your hand lazily near your mouth.

Snap!

Next, you sat up on your knees, opening your thighs slightly to give him a better view of the black lace that was sewn on mesh at the middle, angling the lens downward at your body.

Snap!

With only one more left in the roll, you decide to show him a little more skin. Taking off your bra, you toss it aside, covering your nipples with your arm. Once you figure out the pose, you snap the last picture.

You put the developing pictures next to each other and shuffle back into your sweatpants and tank top.

Damn, you thought when they were funny developed. You looked so hot. You displayed them nearly on top of his pillow. Now that your satisfied with your teasing revenge, you gather your things and head home.

Around 8:30, the writers room was very unproductive. Everyone had all hit a wall and was out of ideas for the time being. Bouncing off one another felt pointless and everyone was a little frustrated. Usually while at work, your phone was on focus mode so you didn’t get off track, but you had resorted to playing a racing game while hoping inspiration for the script would drop from the sky. Just when you were about to beat your high score, you got a buzz in your phone with a message from your boyfriend. Then another. And another…

Kyks <3: you cannot do this to me right now baby

Kyks <3: you’re evil

Kyks <3: fuuuuccckk bebe I need you to come over right now

Kyks <3: I’m serious. U fucking tease

You bit back a laugh, wishing you could see his reaction in person.

You: I take it you like the pictures?

Kyks <3: I will pay you double whatever you make today if you leave work right now

This time you giggle out loud, catching the attention of your co-writers.

“Sorry,” you said through blushing cheeks. As you were about to put your phone down, you got another buzz. Though you thought about ignoring it, you decided to take a quick peek.

Holy shit.

Your extremely sexy boyfriend had taken a photo for you and you had to physically stop yourself from drooling, your face flushing with color as you took in the picture on your screen. The phone was now held close to your chest just in case anyone was peaking over your shoulder and saw the filthy shot.

His abs we’re on full display — he snapped the shot from his perspective as he laid down in his bed, a white towel hung low on his hips. Your Polaroids were splayed out across his covered leg and his hand covered his groin, large fingers wrapped around his covered member, showing off his perfect outline.

Kyks <3: I’m I gonna have to take care of myself? :(

Without thinking, you wrote back.

You: don’t you dare.

“You guys don’t need me tonight, right?” Your voice cracked. None of your coworkers said anything, just looked at you with a face that screamed ‘seriously?’ “Pleeease, you guys? I swear I’ll come in on Monday with donuts from Azúcar.”

That promise was enough for them to be okay with you leaving early. You texted Kylian back as soon as you gathered your things.

You: be there in 20

He took no time replying.

Kyks <3: counting down the seconds

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jkkyks · 1 month

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MY FAVORITE BABIES UGH😔❤️

PS : can kylian hug me like this please?

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babygirldior · 1 year

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disrespectful

achraf hakimi x reader

my husband im so proud of him

warnings: none

summary: you and hakimi are ready to head home after the match against spain

a/n: short and sweet i hope you like it!

you cup his face in your palms, running your thumb along his flushed cheeks.

"a panenka." you breathe, still in disbelief from the scene you just witnessed.

"you liked it, then?" he laughs, curling his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him. he holds you against his chest, ducking his head to press a kiss to your lips.

"disrespectful." you murmur in between kisses. his skin his hot and slick with sweat but you can't bring yourself to care. you're too elated from the match, from hakimi's performance, and you can feel his smile against your lips. "unbelievably disrespectful."

"i didn't think it would work," he hums, resting his head on the crook of your shoulder. "i was so scared."

"i wasn't." you run your fingers along his skin, smiling when you feel goosebumps arise under your fingertips. and you're telling the truth. you weren't worried. your eyes had been on him when he stepped up to take it, the big screen showed his face, jaw clenched and eyes focused on the goal, and you knew he would make it.

and you were right, of course.

straight down the middle, hitting the net where the keeper was standing just moments prior. you were up on your feet and screaming, laughing, before anyone else.

he pulls back to look down at you with inky eyes, the corners of his lips turning up in a smile. he's looking at you like he's seeing you for the first time.

"i saw you," he admits, running the fabric of your his jersey through his fingers. "in the crowd, i saw you."

"did you see me screaming?"

achraf kisses you again, and you can feel his smile against your lips.

"i did."

"i'm so proud of you, my love."

he hums in return, walking you backwards towards the wall of the locker room to lean back, the back of his head hitting the wall with a soft thud. his grip on your waist is slipping, and you watch his eyes flutter open and shut as he tries to keep from falling asleep while standing with a soft smile on your face.

he's done enough for today, more than enough, and you can feel his muscles, taut under his skin. it's time for him to rest.

"let's go home, yeah?" he nods at your suggestion, dipping his head to press a kiss to your forehead. it's been a wonderful day. more than wonderful. more than he could ever ask for. but right now he's tired and he wants nothing more than to stand in the shower and let the hot water run over his skin. so he lets you tug him out of the locker room and to the car. he slips into the passenger seat next to you and falls asleep on the drive back to the hotel.

there's a bruise blossoming on the side of his ribs, deep purple and yellow. he helps you hook your fingers under the hem of his shirt and pull it off of him to look at him and the bruise.

(mostly him though)

he lifts his arms to check himself over and you pretend not to watch the way his muscles flex under his skin, and pretend like seeing the way his shorts are hung so low on his hips you can see the lines on his pelvis doesn't make you want to do things you would never say out loud. you lean forward and he curls his strong arms around you, pulling you close to him. his fingers brush over your skin and tangle into your hair, and his body is hot under your touch, and you find that champagne tastes the sweetest on winning tongues.

a/n sorry for the weird cut off ending i really just cant think of anything else to add lol!

#achraf hakimi #hakimi #hakimi imagine #hakimi x reader #i adore him

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ａｌｗａｙｓ, kylian mbappé

summary — after having been brought to a psg game by your football obsessed bestfriend, it was all but fate that you become obsessed as well. going out of your way to go to as many psg games as you can, practically becoming their number one fan, you manage to grab the attention of one specific player. ( wc — 4.0k )

genre. angst ig? ! parings. mbappé x fem!reader ! tropes. strangers to friends to lovers, sweet!kylian ! warnings. google translated french, boner lmao ! a/n. this story is set in ‘22 but also ‘23, but it also jumps to the future a little bit. please send in requests, they’re very helpful and enjoy <3

NOVEMBER 13TH — FIRSTS. psg vs auxerre

“ here, put this on. ”

looking down at the jersey your bestfriend had practically shoved into your hands, you immediately noticed the huge 7 on the back, the surname ‘mbappe’ plastered right above it in a thick white font.

“ mbappe? ” amelie, your bestfriend, looked at you dumbfounded after having heard your question, immediately replying with her typical ‘duh’ tone, “ yes, mbappe. ” she mocked.

“ kylian mbappe. come on [Y/N] you should know this, i only ever bring him up every other conversation. ”

a simple eye roll was your response as you took your original shirt off and replaced it with the jersey, fixing your hair in the bathroom mirror and ensuring you looked somewhat presentable for the football game.

the only reason you had agreed to go with amelie and to this stupid football game was because you had lost a bet to her while drunk — a bet that drunk you hadn’t realized you would’ve never been able to win before agreeing with your long time bestfriend.

you and amelie had been friends since middle school; her the obsessed athlete, football this and football that, while you were one more towards academics and finishing school with a high enough gpa to get you into a sort of med school.

both of you were in college currently, with amelie building off of her football and you your medical understanding.

“ let’s go, we want to get there before some jerkoff’s jack our seats. ”

giving your outfit one last run over, you gave a reassuring nod to yourself and followed amelie out of the apartment you two shared just outside paris. upon exiting, you were immediately blinded by the early morning sun — another thing to foul your mood a little more.

hopping into the uber that was parked in front of your building, you immediately flung your head back against the seat and began to regret practically every life decision you had ever made, already wishing for the day to be over.

the roars of ecstatic psg fans sounded all throughout the stadium as you and amelie sat down in your seats almost level with the field — apparently amelie knew someone that worked with the football club and was able to hook you guys up with close seats for a fraction of the price.

you didn’t miss amelie’s large smile and gleam in her eyes when turning to your left to watch the players leave the tunnel, walking out onto the pitch decked out in their respective teams gear.

“ omg, there he is! look at how fine he is! ”

confusion fueled you as you looked out onto the field, searching for the supposed ‘fine’ man she was referencing to. noticing your reaction, amelie literally grabbed your head and adverted your vision to a player sporting a nice beard and clean cut.

“ sergio ramos, my husband. ” all you could do was laugh at her delusion and remove your head from her grip as she continued to admire the player with puppy dog eyes.

after a few minuets of national anthems, the game began with a ‘kick-off’ amelie informed you. for the first few minuets you had relied on her immense football information to actually understand what was going on, but sooner or later caught on.

watching the game unfolding in front of you — you began to realize how interesting the sport actually was. anytime the opposing team had gotten close to scoring, you would almost jump out of your seat, kissing your teeth when any potential goals were missed by any psg players.

then, 11 minutes in, he scored.

he meaning, kylian mbappé.

you had become familiar with the player early on after recognizing and acknowledging the fact that you two shared the same jersey.

watching as the ball hit the back of the net with a force you didn’t know was possible, shock immediately covered your features before being converted by the look of utter happiness on amelie’s face as she dragged you out of your seat and onto your feet, jumping up and down in excitement at the first goal of the match.

deafening screams were heard all throughout the stadium as the boys on the field celebrated the goal made by their fellow teammate who had actually ran over to your section in the stands and posed with his hands in between his arms, a smirk plastered on his face as his eyes scanned the crowd, loving the sense of accomplishment he had just received.

it was then when your guys’ eyes met, staying glued on one another before he was pulled back into position. it was also then when you had decided that you we’re officially going to become a psg fangirl.

FEBRUARY 1ST — NOTICE. psg vs montpellier

saying you had become a ‘psg fangirl’ was an understatement and honestly, an insult. you had managed to attend literally every game since the first one you had attended back in november, even some world cup games, thanks to amelie’s connections.

not only had you managed to find a love for the club, but also for the sport. which had a part of you wishing you had gone down the same route as amelie and actually mastered in football, but just being able to watch the beautiful sport from the stands was enough for you.

every game you attended, you sat front and (kinda) center, wearing the same mbappé jersey amelie had given you all those months ago. of course the jerseys had changed up the past few months, but wearing the same one almost felt like tradition.

even so, if you were to wear any of your other psg jerseys, there wouldn’t be much of a difference considering all of them are in fact, mbappé jerseys. him being the first player you really learned the name of and saw commence a goal gave you a sense of loyalty to him.

amelie forever loved to mock you for your sudden switch up on the sport and how she was the one to thank, never failing to mention that she’s also to thank for your ever growing love for kylian mbappé.

it wasn’t a sense of love, at least the one she was referring to, you would say, but more of a sense of admiration. you loved the way he played the game and admired his skill and talent.

his eyes searched over the crowd of people in the stands from his standpoint on the field. he was meant to be shaking the hands of the opposing players, ensuring a game of fair play and great sportsmanship, but he was too distracted to acknowledge the occasional clap of his hand with the other players by the possibility of your presence being in the stands.

ever since he had spotted you at the game against auxerre and the one after that, continuing even occasionally throughout the world cup, he couldn’t help but look for you every match.

he couldn’t exactly explain why he insisted on acknowledging the fact that you were at each game, but it gave him a need to play better knowing you were watching. disregarding the fact you two had never necessarily interacted, he practically relied on you to get him through his games and do well.

almost everyone on the psg team knew of kylian’s little ‘crush’ on the mystery girl after neymar had accidentally blurted it out loud during a training session. ever since then he had been victim to their endless teasing.

this game felt different though, off.

kylian was majorly disappointed as he took his starting position on the field after not being able to spot you in the stands, an instant frown being etched on his face.

achraf hakimi, kylian’s best friend, was quick to notice and give him a questioning look, but the younger boy just shrugged it off, returning his attention to the game.

apparently the aspect of getting somewhere on time was something belittled to the citizens of paris as your uber had sat stuck in traffic no more than ten minutes away from the psg stadium.

you were running horribly late, already having had missed the kick-off and roughly the first fifteen minutes.

running through the stadium, you made your way to the section in which your ticket specified and made it to the row you would be situated in, only to notice it was jam packed, shit.

screams and yells echoed all around you as you turned your head towards the field, watching psg battle it out against montpellier.

being so late, you were unaware of the two penalties kylian had missed about five minutes prior to your arrival. it seemed as though his feeling was right, as this game was going totally shit for him.

making your way out of the section of the stands and somewhere into the tunnels after a few wrong turns, you searched for someone to talk to about your seat, but somehow managed getting lost.

while away, kylian had managed to suffer a thigh injury that resulted in him being brought off the pitch as he limped his way through the halls of the psg stadium on his way to the athletic trainers room. on his way there he noticed the figure of someone walking mindlessly in the halls, checking corners and shuffling their feet.

“ hé! ” ( hey! ) a voice carried heavily by a french accent is what caused you to turn around, only to be met with the silhouette of a man, presumably, due to the distance between lights and how shadowing works.

kylian as well was unable to make out your facial features as he questioned you, “ es-tu perdu? ” ( are you lost? )

a shallow silence passed between you two before you realized that the mystery man had genuinely spoken to you, “ oui … ” ( yes … )

you paused before continuing, “ je cherchais une sorte d'autorité. ma place était prise. ” ( i was looking for a kind of authority. my seat was taken )

“ i don’t work here, necessarily … ” your eyebrows creased at his response as he continued, “ but i can help you. ”

“ you can? thank you so- ”

before you could finish, your sentence was cut off by the utter most shock you entered upon seeing the kylian mbappé standing in front of you. at first he had a smile on his face, but when you took a step forward as well, your faces replayed the same emotion, shock.

love at first sight may be a cliche and something hard to believe, but for a second you felt like you were falling into an abyss of nothing but endless affection and caring.

quickly snapping out of it, though, you shut your agape mouth you hadn’t had realized opened and spoke, tone a little lower than before, almost like and unsure whisper, “ thank you so much … ”

the footballer couldn’t believe what he was seeing, looking into your eyes so up close and personal, he felt like he was falling.

“ it’s you. ”

“ sorry? ” your brows furrowed at his statement. there’s no way kylian mbappé knows who you are, right? even then, you hadn’t done anything to necessarily get on his radar, so what was he on about?

noticing his blurt of a statement, he corrected himself, “ i mean, it’s you. the girl in the stands at every game. ”

your eyes widened as you listened to his response in your head, over and over again. “ you see me? ”

“ yeah, ” he spoke with a smile, his eyes still matched onto yours, “ i mean the whole team does, we appreciate your support. ”

there was no way kylian would admit that he was the one that specifically knew you were always in the stands, no other teammate on psg looked for you like he did, but to seem less like a ‘weirdo’ lying was his best choice.

“ right, you’re … welcome? ” you added with an unsure smile. this whole situation was bizarre and if amelie were with you right now, there’s a high chance she’d be blowing out the eardrums of anyone in a five mile radius with her loud shrieks.

still dumbfounded, the boy held out his hand, “ i’m kylian. ”

all you could do was let out a low giggle at his attempt at normalcy, as if he wasn’t one of the biggest rising footballers in the world right now, and shake his hand, an immediate spark passing between the two of you,“ [Y/N]. ”

after a minute, reality began to really hit you in the face. kylian mbappé was standing in front of you, having a conversation with you, and shaking your hand, all because you were late and got lost in the tunnels.

“ wait, aren’t you supposed to be playing? ”

“ yeah.. i was, got injured though so i was on my way to get it checked out until i saw you. ” all you could do was smile up at the taller boy as he shared the same grin on his face, both of you holding an unknowing gleam in your eyes.

“ still need help to fix your seat situation? ” you immediately nodded, even though your favorite player, kylian, wasn’t going to be playing due to his injury, you still wanted to watch the game. plus, you spent money on these tickets and getting a refund was unavailable.

“ come with me, i’ll find you someone on the way to the athletic trainers room. ” he then began to lead you back pretty much in the way you came as you followed behind him. noticing his slight limp, you hoped his injury wasn’t anything severe, but since he was able to walk on his own, you pushed the though away. every now and then, kylian would look behind him to make sure you were still following him, but also, just to be able to look at you.

never in a million years would he had thought he’d be able to actually talk to you, and already, your sweet energy was welcoming enough for him to want to get to know you more.

MAY 6TH - MORE THAN. the club

the loud hums of music sounded all throughout the club as you sat at the bar with a drink in front of you, your head swarmed with thoughts almost blocking out the sound of the beat.

it’d been around three months since you first met kylian in the tunnels during the montpellier game, he’d actually helped find you someone to talk to about your seats, but before continuing on his way to get his injury checked out, he asked for your number. saying you were taken back would be an understatement, you were full blown flabbergasted.

sure, he was a nice guy, but you expected no more than for him to find you someone and then continue on his merry way, but since then, you two had actually become really close friends.

so much so to the point you were in the club with a majority of his psg teammates. you weren’t exactly sure what they were celebrating, or if they were even celebrating anything to begin with, but when you got a text from kylian inviting you out, you couldn’t decline.

the two of you had become extremely close since that day. some would say you two acted like you’d known each other for years with the way you were so comfortable around each other, but it just wasn’t hard to feel an undeniable connection when you were with kylian.

and by ‘some’ i mean the means of his teammates, but especially hakimi and neymar, who were forever teasing him over the fact that he had finally got the balls to talk to his mystery girl from the stands.

searching the club, kylian attempted to spot you somewhere within the crowd, but had been failing miserably. he’d lost you after you had told him you were going to go to the bathroom and ever since then he’s been waiting for you to make your return, which was obviously well overdue.

“ hey! ” the brazilian football star turned his head away from the woman he was talking to and looked at his best friend with a questioning stare, “ have you seen [Y/N]? ”

neymar’s mouth immediately tipped up into a sly grin at kylian’s question before he answered, “ yeah, think i saw her at the bar. ”

kylian didn’t waste a second before giving neymar a nod and walking over to the bar, he was able to recognize you almost immediately by your back profile, sat alone in a far corner.

approaching your side, something you hadn’t realized due to the loud music and your overwhelming thoughts, kylian noticed the drink in your hands, the way the condensation covered the glass due to the ice melting, seemingly, you hadn’t drank a sip. all could be explained by the look you had on your face, or lack there of. to the boy on your right, you looked almost lost, nowhere but everywhere all at once.

attempting not to startle you, kylian delicately put his hand on your shoulder which caused you to look up to your right where you were met with the familiar footballer, a small smile spreading across your face, “ hi. ”

“ are you okay? ” you couldn’t help but be a little brought back by the psg player’s question, did you not necessarily look okay?

“ yeah..? ”

distinguishing the confused tone in your answer, he explained, “ well i just meant that you’re over here alone, all gloomy and.. sad. ”

a beat of silence passed between the two of you as your eyes continued to stay latched onto his, the music in the background anything lesser than a simple hum.

“ then why don’t you take me to the dance floor? ” regret shot right through you at your stupid question. did that sound flirtatious? you hadn’t meant it to, but the few drinks you had earlier were already starting to take effect meaning you would have less of a filter.

understandably, kylian was shocked. for the few months he had known you, you weren’t very expressive, more guarded and introverted. hearing you ask such a ballsy question definitely set him off, but he wasn’t one to decline.

no matter whether or not he wanted to admit it to himself or his friends, or even you, kylian had begun to develop feelings for you. in such a short time he was able to become closer with you than anyone he had ever met. the two of you meeting and becoming friends might have been fate, but a part of him believed that the feelings he had for you were destiny.

grabbing your hand and pulling you up off the bar stool, kylian led you to the club’s dance floor where endless swarms of bodies occupied it. some upscale remix of a pop song boomed through the speakers as you two made it through the crowd of people towards the middle of the dance floor.

settling into the music, the two of you began to dance with each other, face to face, eye in eye.

sooner or later the two of you found each other with your back pressed up against his front, practically grinding on him. kylian tried to ignore the ever growing heat rushing through his body, but it was hard with your ass pressed up against his crotch. you two were just friends, plus you were intoxicated, doesn’t matter if you were only a little bit tipsy, he would never want to take advantage of you.

evidently, it got too much for kylian as he now had a undeniable boner, something you had yet to notice but kylian was hyper aware of. before anything bad could necessarily happen, he grabbed you by the forearms and turned you around, causing a look of confusion to spread across your face as you looked up at him.

before you could ask him why he had so abruptly turned you around, the crowd had begun to go a little crazy over the new song playing, causing someone to bump into from behind and push your body flat against kylian’s front.

for a few seconds, you hadn’t had noticed anything and were even more confused when kylian let out a slight grimace and kissed his teeth, but then you felt it; his boner pressing against your thigh. the only thing separating the two of you was the flimsy material of your dress and kylian’s jeans.

kylian’s attention adverted back to you, in which you were already staring at him with an embarrassed look which made him feel like shit for having such a reaction towards you when you two were nothing more than friends.

pulling away from you, kylian began to make his way through the crowd feeling nothing but disgust for himself and utter most shame. completely flabbergasted, you stayed glued in the middle of the dance floor for a few seconds before you began racing after kylian, pushing past the people in the crowd mumbling low “ sorry’s. ”

“ kylian! ” finally had caught up to the very fast striker, you grabbed his wrist, turning him around to face you. things were awkward between the two of you, you could tell by the way he was unable to look at you and a part of you felt like it was your fault, you shouldn’t have asked him to dance.

“ kylian.. ” the soft plea in your voice is what brought kylian back to you, his regretful eyes connecting with yours, “ were friends, right? ”

for a second, time felt like it had stopped in the worst way possible. it genuinely had felt like someone had shot kylian in the chest with the way his heart slowed upon hearing those words leave your lips, all he could reply with was an untrue “ yeah. ”

“ i cant do that. ”

his mind felt like it was going a thousand miles per hour, your words playing tricks on him, so much so he stuttered his next word, “ what? ”

“ i mean.. ” letting yourself think over your next few words was vital, what you had to say could either ruin the friendship you had with kylian, or change it forever. “ i cant do that, just be friends with you. ”

shaking his head and clenching his eyes shut as if he hadn’t heard you right kylian looked back down at you with furrowed brows and a beating heart, “ [Y/N], what are you trying to say? ”

“ i’m trying to say that i want more with you, kylian. ” your voice was so soft it felt as if you were going to break in half, shatter like a thin piece of glass. the aspect of rejection was something that was being over looked by your slight intoxication, but still creeping up on you.

letting go of his wrist, you waited for kylian to say something, anything, but were met with nothing and it broke your heart.

stupid, stupid, stupid.

you’d put yourself out there and ruined the one good thing you had. tears began to swell up in your eyes as you looked at kylian who’s expression seemed… blank?

“ i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have- ” before you could finish your apology, the warmth of kylian’s palms were brought to your cheeks as he pulled you into him where your lips connected. time seemed to stop and in the best way possible as you both melted into the kiss.

the loudness of the club around you was dubbed out as it was just the two of you, mouth to mouth.

breaking the kiss and laying his forehead against yours, kylian looked down into your eyes and almost whispered, “ i want more with you, too. ”

with a smile, your lips came in contact once again as a tear slid down your face, one of happiness and relief. as you kissed, the feeling of warmth spread all throughout your body and as if you’ve always known him, you felt at home.

#kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe one shot #football #football imagine #soccer #soccer imagine #world cup 2022 #psg #paris saint germain #france #world cup #neymar jr #achraf hakimi

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y/nhakimiofficial

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y/nhakamiofficial creating memories with the ones I love most🛥️🩷

k.mbappe You two have such a lovely family 🫶🏽😚

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achrafhakimi @y/nsluver 😅

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cherryxcadbury · 1 year

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hi! hope ur doing alright. Can I request for kylian? Something around him seeing you for the first time at a party/club/bar and he’s captivated by you at first sight or something of that sort? 💗

this is such a mess and long af but it’s honestly my fave thing I’ve ever written

Y/N: Your name

2nd person pov

"If I don't get food right now I'm going to assault someone." Ayaan groaned from the backseat, beginning to curse in Spanish.

You and Asami looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"We told you to eat something at the metro station." Phoebe mused, examining her cuticles.

"That's besides the point." Ayaan complained.

He was quickly silenced by Asami who intwined her hand with his. A small smile playing on both of their faces.

You rolled your eyes. You were seated next to Asami who was next to Ayaan. The two of them happened to be dating. Phoebe was in the passenger seat with Louis driving, as he was the only one comfortable on the Parisian streets.

"How much farther are we? I'm sick of third wheeling. And I'm kind of hungry too." You asked Louis and Phoebe.

"Less than a kilometer." Phoebe answered, showing you her phone screen.

"So, who exactly are we meeting?" Louis questioned.

Ayaan shrugged his shoulders, "My cousin Arra and whoever he's with."

A comfortable silence fell upon the car. You all had decided to go on a trip to Paris for about a week after Asami's, yours, and Louis's exams ended. Ayaan was two years older than you, he'd graduated from university two years ago. As for Phoebe, you really didn't know how you met Phoebe. She was someone's childhood friend. But, you all just clicked. She had graduated a few years prior.

Within a few minutes we were off the motorway and pulled up to a busy street street, lights and music blaring.

"Keep going forward. Then turn left." Phoebe instructed, reading off her phone.

Louis did as told and drove down this path until a building was in sight.

"Here we are." Ayaan exclaimed with excitement.

"Donde esta mi primo? No puedo esperar." He quickly got out of the car, gesturing for someone to hand the keys to the valet.

The rest of you followed suit. Ayaan seemed to know what he was doing.

You gaped at your surroundings. The building looked a lot like a five star hotel.

"Where exactly are we?" I turned to Phoebe and Asami.

"Bout twenty minutes away from Bondy, half an hour from Paris's city center." Asami informed.

"Bondy. The home of Kylian Mbappe." Louis stated.

"Yeah fuck him." Phoebe mumbled, still angry about the World Cup.

"You best not go in there with that attitude." Ayaan advised.

You quirked an eyebrow at him before shrugging your shoulders.

Ayaan led you five in through the multiple doors, immediately making his way over to the reception. You were all directed to the loft where Ayaan pressed the lowest button.

"Are you sure there's a party here?" Asami questioned with suspicion.

"Yeah it's completely silent." Louis nodded in agreement.

"Just you wait." Ayaan smirked.

Within thirty seconds the doors opened to reveal a long hallway. At the very end were a few people in line and a bouncer. They were all dressed like kids whose parents made a fortune and let them take their private jet out on weekends.

"Come on." Ayaan beckoned to us, Asami's arm linked with his.

"Identification." The man said gruffly.

You all did as told and the bouncer gruffly flicked through them until he landed on Ayaan's.

"Hakimi?" He questioned Ayaan.

"My cousin." Ayaan answered with a huff of annoyance.

The bouncer nodded briefly and gestured for you all to go in.

"This is some rich people shit." You mumbled to Louis and Phoebe, who were judging the place as well.

On the inside it looked like a normal club, except that it seemed like one strictly for rich people.

"Im getting a drink." Phoebe started off into the club just a few steps behind Asami and Ayaan who'd already started wandering.

It was just you and Louis.

"Food?" He asked.

"Always." You responded nudging him towards the direction of the bar.

You both walked up to the bar which Louis leaned on and spoke rapid French.

He turned to you, "They don't sell food."

You gaped. You were so so hungry.

"It's a bar? And they don't sell food?" You questioned.

Louis shrugged his shoulders.

"I can get us drinks?" He offered, some fear in his eyes based off of your demeanor.

"Whatever will do." You mumbled, stalking off to an empty booth.

You sat down, scooting far into the middle. You took solace in the fact that Asami and Ayaan were in view. They were talking to a group of people whose backs were turned to face you.

You sighed a bit. Going up to them when there was a bigger group was a bit too intimidating for your liking. Clubs or parties in general, while fun when you were with your friends, weren't necessarily your thing.

You really shouldn't have left Louis at the bar. Because then at least you'd have someone to talk to. But you'd let your hangriness take over. You and Louis were both big introverts.

You looked around for Phoebe but she was nowhere to be found. You really did not want to look lonely, so you opened your phone and scrolled through instagram, pretending to look busy.

Meanwhile on the other side of the club, someone's eyes were fixated on you. Absolutely captivated by your beauty.

Kylian Mbappe stood talking with his best Achraf Hakimi, Achraf's cousin Ayaan, and Ayaan's girlfriend Asami.

His eyes were encapsulated by the beauty who sat alone at a booth, engrossed in her phone.

"No but NYC was very fun. Kiks and I had a great time." Achraf spoke.

He nudged Kylian who was turned around, facing the opposite direction.

Kylian regained composure, nodding at Achraf's words.

"You have your eye on someone Kylian?" Asami asked, a small smile playing on his face.

Kylian's face faltered.

"Uh well I..." He began to speak

"Who is it?" Achraf questioned with a chuckle.

His friend never got starstruck by anyone.

Kylian stared at the ground.

"The girl sitting alone in that booth over there. Short black dress. Long wavy hair. Beautiful sparkling eyes." He mumbled.

"No way." Ayaan began laughing.

Kylian's head shot up.

"What? Don't tell me she's related to you or something?"

Achraf turned to Kylian "Bro what?"

Kylian shrugged his shoulders, "I mean she's kind of tan?"

Asami interjected with a grin, "That's Y/N. She's my best friend."

"And mine!" Ayaan added.

"She's very pretty." Kylian's eyes went wide with adoration when he turned to look at you.

"Does she have a boyfriend?" Achraf smirked, asking the question he knew Kylian needed the answer to.

Before Kylian could slap Achraf for his bluntness, his smile fell when he saw a well dressed man come over to you with a drink.

"Boyfriend." He murmured.

Ayaan put his hand on Kylian's shoulder causing Kylian to look back at the group he was with.

"That's Louis. Our other best friend. And not Y/N's boyfriend." Ayaan informed.

"Are you sure?" Kylian asked, looking at Asami for confirmation.

"Two hundred percent sure. In fact." Asami paused briefly before beckoning over a small girl with deep ebony skin.

"This is Phoebe." Asami introduced the girl to Kylian and Achraf.

"Hello Phoebe!" Achraf smiled.

"A pleasure Mr. Hakimi, I'm a big fan." She confessed shaking his hand.

Phoebe turned to Kylian and scowled at him.

"What'd I do?" He inquired, hands up in the air.

"You beat England you bloody bastard." She gave him a wicked look.

"We got beaten by Argentina anyways. Consider yourself avenged." Kylian defended himself.

"Fair." Phoebe concluded.

"Now why'd you call me over?"

"Kylian here has a little crush on Y/N." Ayaan smirked.

"Little crush? More like he's in love with her." Achraf emphasised.

"Tell the whole world why don't you!" Kylian rubbed his temples.

"You have a crush on Y/N." Phoebe sniggered.

Kylian stayed silent, becoming embarrassed very quickly.

"He does! But he's afraid Louis & Y/N are a thing." Asami explained, gesturing at Phoebe to say something.

"Ahhh yes. Fortunately Kylian, that is impossible." Phoebe answered.

Kylian cocked his head to the side with a look of confusion.

"Louis and I are uh. Friends with benefits to put it briefly." Phoebe responded, throwing off even Ayaan in the process.

"I didn't know this!" Ayaan exclaimed.

"Your brain has limited capacity to begin with. Don't need rubbish like this taking up extra room." Phoebe joked.

"Go over and shoot your shot Kyks." Achraf advised.

"I don't know man."

"Then let's call her over here." Asami shot him a smug look.

Kylian immediately turned around so you didn't catch him staring.

"Y/N! Louis! Over here!" Asami waved you and Louis over.

You whipped your head in the direction of the group which now contained Phoebe as well.

"Ready to meet new people?" Louis questioned, quirking an eyebrow at you.

"Never." You sighed putting your drink down and walking to the group with Louis.

"You know I felt very very stared at today. Like I don't know if I'm paranoid or something but I swear to god someone was staring at me." You mentioned to Louis.

He scoffed, "Don't tell me you didn't notice."

"What do you mean?"

"Jeez Y/N. You are so oblivious."

"So someone was staring!" You exclaimed.

"French men are pigs. Eyes have been on you since we got in here. Probably because of the dress you're wearing. Lots of sequins." Louis broke the news to you.

(if u guys wanna a pic of this dress lmk, I'm obsessed w it).

You groaned, immediately feeling self conscious. Your usual uniform of tees and sweat pants never really attracted much male attention. So times like this when you dressed up has always felt a bit foreign to you.

"In my defense I borrowed this from Phoebe who by the way, is a lot shorter than me."

"Phoebe would do more justice in it than you." Louis tried to rile you up.

"Oh fuck you."

"Might want to pipe down before they hear." Louis gestured to the group you approached.

It was Asami, Phoebe, Ayaan, and no way. No fucking way. Achraf Hakimi & Kylian Mbappe.

"Y/N! Louis!" Ayaan smiled.

"Meet mí primo, Achraf. And his best friend, Kylian."

Louis greeted them before you, as you grew nervous very quickly.

"Nice to meet you, big fan." You grinned, shaking Achraf's hand.

Now, you turned to Kylian.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." You smiled softly.

Kylian stared into your eyes for a second before returning your smile.

"You as well Y/N. May I say that you look very beautiful tonight." Kylian replied.

You felt your heart began to beat rapidly.

"I uh thank you." You shot him a grateful look, turning red quickly.

"Y/N you remember the 2018 World Cup don't you? When you had a huge crush on Kylian an..." Louis began to speak before you kicked him.

"Louis what the hell!" You whisper yelled to him.

"Care to get a drink with me at the bar Y/N?" Kylian requested, back to his usual confident self.

You nodded numbly, following him there.

You two ordered your drinks and stood at the bar. You patiently waited for him to start the conversation. Because you sure as hell weren't going to.

You fixated your eyes on something. Someone had left a copy of Lord of the Flies on a nearby table. You loved that book.

"You like Lord of the Flies? It's one of my favourites." Kylian spoke suddenly.

You turned to face him with shock.

"You read?"

He shot you a playful look of annoyance, "Just because I'm a footballer I can't read?"

His eyes danced with curiosity.

"I mean yes! No offense, but besides Xavi and Iniesta, you all seem pretty mediocre in terms of intelligence. Or intellect if we're being honest." You confessed.

"I was very smart boy in my school days."

"Somehow I find that hard to believe."

He shook his head with a chuckle, "Name another book."

He downed a shot. Eyes almost taunting you to compete with him.

You smirked at the little competition.

"Crazy Rich Asians. A new classic." You replied, with your first shot.

That stung, a bit.

"China Rich Girlfriend. Colette Bing's a bitch." Kylian replied with another shot.

"You've read it?"

"All three."

You were in shock.

You surrendered, "You win. I'm not going to even try."

Kylian smiled, his competitiveness had taken over.

"How long are you in Paris for?"

"The next week. But I don't live too far away to begin with."

His face became lovestruck again.

"Um Id love to show you around Paris one day if you have the time?" He offered, scratching the back of his neck.

You wanted to laugh at what he was dancing around the idea of.

"I'd much rather you be straight to the point." You shot him a smug look.

He took your hand, you were caught off guard.

"Will you let me take you out tomorrow?" He asked softly.

The look in his eyes. He could bring you to your knees. You wanted to tell him he could do anything to you with that look and that voice.

"Yes." You responded breathlessly.

***

"I was in love with him from the very beginning." You told the young boy and girl who were seated on the floor.

"And he was enamoured with your mum too." Asami told the kids.

"Papa and Mum were in love!" Your son exclaimed.

"Papa and Mum will always be in love." Kylian announced, coming from the kitchen to wrap an arm around your waist.

He looked at you with the same adoration he had in that club, all those years ago.

And you couldn't help but return it.

to the few who dmed me abt smut writing, it still makes me uncomfy but I hope the “he could bring you to your knees” may partially suffice ;)

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