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canwntfan · 4 months
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Number 12!!! Beraldo's first game, Beraldo's first trophy! Bem-vindo Lucas!❤️💙
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Dernier match d'Achraf et Kang In avant la CAN/AFCON and et l'Asian Cup! Bonne chance les gars!
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Que dire? Le Roi de Paris!🐢 En espérant qu'il reste avec nous🔴🔵
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judes-hoe · 14 days
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MBAPPEEEEE WE FUCKING LOVE YOU SO MUCH
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hannibunn · 1 year
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Good morning it's match dayyyy ❤️💙
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moonystoes · 14 days
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Atletico madrid is out barcelona is also out
I cant celebrate now because man city can embarrass us.
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perduedansmatete · 2 months
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mon trait de caractère insupportable en ce moment c’est d’appeler tout le monde « la team » c’est parti de strasbourg avec noé puis ma sœur et son gars ont agrandi la team et depuis tout le monde est ma team
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cant-get-no-worse · 1 year
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Do the ultras only have one chant or what
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canwntfan · 6 months
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Deuxième défaite consécutive à l'extérieur cette saison (en ligue des champions) pour nos Parisiens. On passe deuxième du groupe, 1 point derrière Dortmund. Bravo à Škriniar pour son but⚽️ On se reprendra, Ici c'est Paris❤️💙
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On reviendra plus fort!! Pensées au supporter parisien bléssé à Milan🔴🔵
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judes-hoe · 14 days
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AND THAT PSG WITH THE WINNN
AU REVOIR BARCA👋🏻
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marvelouslyem · 1 year
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might fuck about and go to paris at the weekend
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hannibunn · 1 year
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WHO IS HYPED FOR LE CLASSIQUE LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙
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olivieramiel · 1 year
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Paris, place de la Concorde, 19 décembre 2022.
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you've made it to halftime! your reward for such a task is nuno & messi being cute together. allez paris!
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pedrithink · 1 year
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traitor ✩ kylian mbappé
summary: your boyfriend cheated on you, but you know someone much better. reader! singer
faceclaim: lily easton
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ynusername very happy atm
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user1 it’s so good to see you happy :(
user2 hope you know we’re always here for you
user3 he’s such a loser
user4 we love you
user5 love you love you love you
user6 wait why kylian mbappé like it lol 🤣
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ynusername i love france
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user1 wait are you in france
user2 i love YOU
user3 MOMMY
user4 it’s really great to see you enjoying your life
user5 LOVE YOU
user6 kylian mbappé is here again
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ynusername summer vibes
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k.mbappe Thank you for this amazing week, you owe me a song! 😛
ynusername @k.mbappe got you, kyky!! heheh 🤍
user1 @k.mbappe @ynusername WHAT’S GOING ON
user2 AM I CRAZY OR
user3 KYLIAN AND Y/N?????????? BEST DUO
user4 you guys look so hot together
user5 grammy award winner and a world cup winner that’s so hot
user6 i want to have what they have and i don’t even know what they have
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k.mbappe Amazing week 🙈😝
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ynusername i owe you a song and you owe me a goal 🫡 btw, ty for the company!!
k.mbappe @ynusername ❤️❤️❤️
user1 no but they’re so cute
user2 so sweet
user3 love you both
user4 Y/N LAST PIC LOL
user5 it’s so cool to see y/n happy again
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k.mbappe Allez Paris ❤️💙
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ynusername iconic goal 😝🫵🏻
k.mbappe @ynusername My lucky charm was there 🙈
user1 GOOOOOD YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE
user2 best couple ever
user3 successful couple
user4 love you guys so much
user5 WHAT ABOUT HIS SONG?????? @ynusername
ynusername @user5 writing process 😛🫡
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ynusername ‘all too well’ & ‘lover’ out now <3
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k.mbappe This is so good, thank you 🤍
ynusername @k.mbappe always thankful about your existence in my life :)
user1 :( so sweet, i love you both!!
user2 NOT ONE BUT TWO SONGS
user3 i’m crying crying crying with all too well
user4 all too well is about cry cry cry and lover about smile smile smile
user5 we love it!!!
user6 i’m so happyyyyy
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sorceresski · 6 months
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Tipsy - Kylian Mbappé
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Summary: y/n is drunk and gets a little naughty/bratty with Kylian.
Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x reader
Tags/warnings: suggestive, none really
I’ve had this is in the drafts for months now. Read more of my work here
You were more giggly and jumpy than usual. He’d lost track of how many glasses you’d had, but you were definitely drunk now. You and alcohol do not go well together, which is why you stayed away. For the most part anyway.
Now, Kylian watched you try to talk Ousmane into doing shots with you, it was time to step in.
“You’re having a lot of fun,” he said coming up behind you.
You were a happy drunk. “Kylian!” You threw your arms around his shoulders, his arms falling to your waist. “Join us!”
Kylian gave the bartender a look as he was about to refill your glasses and he shuffled to other side of the bar. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough?”
“Booo.” You pulled away from him and leaned in to whisper to Ousmane, “He’s so boring isn’t he?”
“Y/n I have to be at work tomorrow, so do you. And so does he,” he looked to Ousmane for help.
“He might be boring but he has a point,” Ousmane chimed in.
You crossed your arms with a pout, “Fine.”
Kylian held his hand out, “Give me your keys, I’ll drive.”
“Don’t crash my car,” you said as you slapped the car keys into his outstretched hand, stumbling past him.
Holding his tongue about being the better driver, Kylian bid a bemused Dembele goodbye and hurried to catch up.
“Next time, we’re bringing your car, I don’t trust you around mine,” you slurred as the cold Paris air hit you, raising goosebumps on your arms.
He rolled his eyes. “Alright passenger princess, let’s get you home.” He steered you to your car, security helping keep his fans away. Once in the car, Kylian shrugged off his jacket, you must be freezing in that slip dress, he thought. “Here,” he said offering his jacket.
“I’m fine, I’m mad at you,” you muttered to the window, refusing to look at him. The city was a blur and you blinked as the occasional headlamp flashed into your eyes. Paris was very much awake even at this late hour.
You shut your eyes and opened them to Kylian rousing you to go up to his apartment, “Allez.” You sagged into him, enveloped in his scent, as warm arms held you up. You both stumbled into the apartment, Kylian fumbling with his shoes and then yours in the dark.
You fell into a heap on the bed. “Aht aht, you need to take off your clothes.” You looked up at him, a mischievous thought swirling in your head.
“Sure, if you insist.” You stood up, coming between Kylian and the bed. He put his hands in his pockets and held his breath. You grabbed the hem of the dress you wore and pulled it above your head. Your bra was next, joining the discarded dress at your feet. You watched him watch you, tingles travelling down your spine at his appraisal of your body, the buzz and feeling of freedom that came with the alcohol only serving to heighten your arousal.
You took a confident step towards him. “Y/n,” he warned, as you placed a hand on his abdomen. “You should go to bed.” A suggestion? A command? You didn’t care. Frankly, you liked how he got when you were being naughty and you hoped he would go there.
So you kissed him instead. Slow, tender. His hands flew to your waist despite his reluctance, pulling you impossibly closer, your breasts flush against his chest. When he pulled away, your vision was blurry. “Join me,” you said, slipping under the covers.
“One moment,” Kylian said and ducked into the closet to change, taking his time to find a pair of shorts to wear, hoping you would be drowsy when he returned. He had no intention of making love to you while you were intoxicated and he was sober. Sure enough, when he returned you were blinking away sleep.
He joined you under the covers, wrapping his arms around you and drawing you closer. After a beat, you spoke. “Why aren’t you kissing me?”
“Because,” he placed a hand on your chin and raised your head up to meet his eyes, “you are drunk and probably won’t remember most of this in the morning and when I fuck you, I want you to remember it all. Goodnight, y/n.”
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lz-didyounotice · 3 months
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The girl with a thousand faces : Part 1
Hey guys! hum warning, this is my first fanfiction on Doctor Who. I wrote this one with the tenth doctor in mind. English is not my primary language, so please be indulgent. This fic will be in two or three parts depending on what the general reaction will be :0 So hum yeah. Also in the first chapter, you're given a certain name, but it will not be definitive.
Froggit-
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Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3
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Your destiny wasn’t what you could call “normal”. For a human at least. 
Playing, studying, going to college, finding a job, having a family, and growing old, could be called a winning ticket. You, on the other hand, had to deal with something else for as long as you could remember. 
Remembering. Here was something you were good at, something you had done for dozens of years without even understanding why it was happening. All those faces, all those lives you had to leave behind you. A single heart that had to grow again and again, without knowing where it would end up next, what language it would speak, what future it would be. 
A miracle some would call it. To you, it was purely a curse. The process of dying, being conceived again, growing up, and remembering your past lives, was getting tiring as the years came by. But here you were once again. And this time, your death had been quite special. Never would you have imagined dying to free a city.
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Paris was beautiful, it was true. But too many people lived there for it to be breathable. Summer was a pain in the ass, having no air circulating between buildings, and the cramped space of the streets, making the temperature grow higher each passing day. It wasn’t bearable. Breathing wasn’t easy, and there was as much that water could solve. 
Today was one of those days. Waking up to windows covered in craft paper to reduce the heat coming in the house, the rod from your old shutters, still in a corner of your room waiting to be saved. A kitchen, a little too small for even one person, and a pan to heat the water. A simple life in a busy city.
The bus had taken its sweet time to arrive, making you late for work. As soon as you entered the small café, you were in for quite a lot.
“Oh! Louise te voilà enfin! t’as presque une demie heure de retard, Naeva te cherche partout. J’ai mis ton uniforme dans l’arrière boutique 
oh! Louise! here you are, you’re practically Half an hour late, Naeva was searching for you. I put your uniform in the back
-Ah! Merci beaucoup Fély! je ne sais pas ce que je ferais sans toi. Désolée pour le retard, mon bus a encore été dévié.
Ah! Thanks a lot, Fély! I don’t know what I would do without you! Sorry for being late, my bus took another route again.
-C’est pas à moi qui faut dire ça, allez dépêches toi, on ouvre dans 5 minutes.”
I’m not the one you should tell this, and hurry up, we open in 5 min.
With a big smile, you walked by the kitchen to finally get dressed in your work attire.
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Working wasn’t a passion. Making drinks had become mechanical long before even entering this café. Made it more of a chore to keep a place to live. 
Even with the knowledge of a thousand years, you had stayed here, certain that something special would happen in this life. This “something special” came with the name of John Smith. A beautiful man in a striped suit, bearing a gorgeous smile. Never would you have guessed that this man could bring so much trouble with him. 
You were happy to have learned how to regain your memory faster. And practicing sports did wonders. But Running from potato-headed soldiers wasn’t how you imagined your Monday to go. Their guns secured in hand while they tried to shoot you and the man beside you. 
Somehow, you managed to get shot in the side. Sure it hurt like a bitch, but it wasn’t your first rodeo with this kind of injury.
Making a new turn, the two of you had entered a small building. As soon as the door was closed, you heard a weird vibrating sound and saw “John” hunched over the door lock.
“It should last us a bit before they can get us.
-Who the heck are you ?! You seem to know an awful lot about what those are.  
-I’m the Doctor.
-The Doctor? What kind of doctor runs from bald potato soldiers?
-I could ask you the same. And you were also shot. Do you think you can still help?
- I might die either way. Let me be useful….”
“ So… what is the plan? “
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The Sontarans had tried to sneak a bomb on Earth. Similarly to a mine, someone had to walk on it for it to detonate. In this case, only a human could make it explode. The bomb was still on their ship, and the Doctor had found their teleporter. 
The safe was easy to find, but to take down the fleet, the bomb had to be activated. 
“Doctor, I know it’s not the best option, but I'm the only one here able to make the ship go down. I’m already injured so it wouldn't be a big loss. You'll probably find me again in another life anyway. You, on the other hand, I’m not entirely sure.
-What do you mean another life ?! You're not dying, not on my watch…!”
The brunette seemed stressed. You knew he was trying to hide it, but you had too much time in your life to know what was going on in his head.
“You know what? Can I promise you something?
-I don’t think I quite follow but go ahead.
-I promise you, I'll always come back. No matter what. Might take a few human years but I'll always be back. No matter the life. “
The doctor seemed surprised. Humans surely made shallow promises in the hope of making things better, and to make others less guilty. But the sincerity of your voice made him believe it, and it scared him.
“Who are you, Louise....?”
All you gave him was a small smile before picking yourself up, blood still spreading on your shirt despite having transformed your apron into a temporary bandage. Only three digits were necessary to open the door. Your hand on the lock, the door slides open, and the monstrosity you had before your eyes made you want to throw up. You knew of the pain that was going to go through you. It wasn’t your first death by a bomb, but the last blasted your brain in tranches below the surface.
The bomb looked like a normal sewer lid, it would have been easy for a citizen to mistake it for a normal one. Checking Behind you, you had hoped to see the face of the doctor one last time before taking a step.
His eyes held sorrow, convinced that he had to make something else work. In comparison yours held hope, knowing that it wouldn’t be your end. But as red lights came into existence, he had to run. His eyes turned as he ran away to get to safety.
Once you knew he was far enough, as your foot barely touched the bomb, you felt your skin burn like a thousand suns. It was almost welcoming.
Darkness took over, letting you sink into the unknown.
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Has you opened your eyes again, all you could see was the face of a beautiful woman. A halo was drawn on top of her head, as she whispered a sweet lullaby.
making gurgling noises, you finally reached for her nose, desperate to touch something again. And all you saw was her smile as she put her head against yours. Your name fell beautifully from her lips. 
“Welcome to the world… Y/N Noble…”
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