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captainwans · 1 year

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HANDSHAKE.

— K. MBAPPÉ

pairing: kylian mbappé x fem! reader

summary: fans couldn’t help but gush over their relationship, especially their traditional handshake that makes the internet go wild.

warning: fluff, fluff, fluff. oh, did i mention fluff? happy reading, my loves <3

word count: 942 | ( gif not mine! )

masterlist!

… [Y/N] SITS AT THE STANDS, her hands hiding inside her oversized coat as she watched her boyfriend on the field with a proud expression. Her crimson cheeks curved up into a smile, her eyes wrinkling in the process. Her eyes were tinted with warmth and adoration, watching him pass the ball to his team player. Her mouth gaped open, impressed at his skillful maneuvers as he moved past his opponents without any problems. I could never, she thought.

She loudly exhaled, her cold breath fleeting in the air. She felt a hand on her arm, hooking their arm into hers. She turned her head, her eyes softening once she noticed Ethan, Kylian’s brother, clutched at her side with his chin resting on her shoulder. “You alright, honey?” [Y/N] asked, her gentle tone filling his ears.

Ethan sighed, rubbing his eyes with his hand before looking at her through his lashes. He gave her a shy smile. “Yeah, just a little cold.” he coyly admitted, pink dusted onto his cheeks.

[Y/N]’s mother instincts kicked in, quickly grabbing a blanket that was resting on her lap to wrap it over Ethan, who looked at her with a frown. She watched him shake his head. “No, you’ll get cold. Let’s share it instead.” he told her, placing the blanket over their lap.

She gave him a soft smile, her arms wrapped around his shoulder. She gave it a small squeeze before planting a short kiss on his temple.

“Feeling warmer?” she asked him, her eyebrows furrowed, completely oblivious of Kylian watching their sweet interaction with a big smile as he neared the stands.

Ethan nodded his head, leaning his head on her shoulder. “Thanks, [Y/N].”

She leaned her head against his, smiling gently at the younger boy. She turned her gaze towards, her eyes immediately locking with Kylian, who gave her a sweet smile. She let out a hum in delight, her eyes sparkling as she watched him getting closer to their seats.

Kylian panted, sweat trickling down his face as he sauntered towards his family. A satisfied smirk etched onto his handsome features, feeling ecstatic about France’s halftime match. So far, they were in a good spot and the French man couldn’t be happier.

He inched closer to the stands, walking towards his parents who engulfed him into a hug, their words of encouragement and support making his heart flutter. He kissed his mother’s cheek before heading to his brother and girlfriend, who gave him thumbs up and a grin. “We’re almost there, bro! France is taking it home soon.” Ethan chimed, his eyes lighting up at the possibility, making Kylian scoff.

“Damn right we are. It’s a fact.” the football player said confidently, his feet leading him to the stairs to greet his lover.

[Y/N] chuckled, her laugh making Kylian’s stomach swarm with butterflies. Oh, how much he loves the sound of her laughter. She watched him inching closer, bringing his hand toward her, his eyes tinted with playfulness. She grinned, bringing her hand towards him as they did their traditional handshake.

Ethan and his parents watched them with amused looks, their handshake making them laugh. The couple didn’t know how it started, or even when. Kylian had a habit of moving his hands a lot, especially when he expressed himself whether it was about football or a topic he was passionate about. He also had a habit of playing with [Y/N]’s fingers, his big hands fiddling with her small ones. Before they knew it, they created a handshake and went with it, almost automatically doing it after every match.

Their handshake didn’t become unnoticed. In fact, it was the highlight of their relationship, according to the media. Fans held a deep admiration for their relationship and often share how cute they are, expressing their immediate love, and adoration for [Y/N].

“Look what they wrote about us today, mamour (my love).” Kylian said, a smile curving his face as the pair laid in bed, their bodies tangled with each other.

[Y/N] sighed contently into his broad chest, her hand bringing his phone closer to her face. She squinted her eyes at his bright screen, a curse emitting from her lips making him chuckle. She cooed, her heart melting at the fans’ sweet comments.

‘if my future partner doesn’t do this with me, i don’t want him.’

‘they’re so adorable, i love them so much!’

‘their handshake is just the cutest thing ever.’

‘i want a love like theirs.”

‘y/n is so cute awh!!’

“Forget Kylian, I want [Y/N].” she read a comment, her chest vibrating with laughter. She felt heat creeping up on her cheeks, their comments making her flustered. “Didn’t know I had fans.” she admitted, her eyes twinkling with fondness.

Kylian turned off his phone and placed it on the nightstand before pulling her closer to his body. He kissed her hairline, prepping small kisses on her temple before speaking. “Not surprised, I mean, look at you.” he gushed, his hands found themselves inside her shirt, his hands trailing down her hipbone.

She giggled, shifting her body so that she was facing him. She cupped his cheek with her hand, her thumb brushing over his jaw. She gave him a soft smile. “I’m so lucky.” she whispered, a look of warmth expressing on her features.

Kylian placed his hand on hers, bringing her fingers to his lips to press small kisses. “I’m the lucky one, baby.” he corrected, a genuine smile forming on his face before planting a chaste kiss on her lips.

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freshfraise · 1 year

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Mbappe x reader where he is really possessive and angry and jealous. You can come up with the scenario. Maybe something like what u did for Richi 🫶🏼✨

TERRITORIAL

pairing: mbappe x reader

summary: On the day of one of Kylian’s vital matches, speculations cloud the pitch. Both Y/N and Mbappe learn the crucial power of privacy, realising what people don’t know, they can’t ruin.

author’s note: angst!! possessive and jealous mbappe!! honestly i love writing for him!! plus i tried some new things <33. hope u enjoy and sorry for the long wait :) + i imagined blonde kylian whilst writing this

Kylian startles me, as he comes from behind me and wraps his toned arms around my waist. His chin resting on my shoulder, I let out a long exhalation of relief, feeling a wave of serenity among the bustling Parisian lights. I glanced up, staring deeply into the blinking lights that illuminated the city, and then looked back to Kylian, attaching my lips onto his. Today marked our six month anniversary, and Ky decided to bring us back home to celebrate. Paris always had a special fondness in my heart, as it is where I spent the first seven years of my life, where most of my family resided and where I met Kylian. Although our night had to be cut short due to Kylian’s match at Parc des Princes tomorrow, we both made sure to relish each other’s presence to the fullest.

It was rare we had each other to ourselves like this, due to our demanding and famed lifestyles. If I was free, Kylian had training and if he was free, I had a photoshoot. As if this wasn't enough of a hassle of its own, the added factor of secrecy makes things completely infeasible. Disguises, secret locations and body guards were just some of the thousands of precautions taken to ensure our privacy. So far, it worked, as Kylian was being linked to essentially every Woman in Paris except me. No one had the reason to relate the two of us, as to some, I lived in a completely different universe to Kylian Mbappe. And it was all worth it, as despite everything else about us being in the forefront of the public eye, we finally had something that was utterly and wholly ours. Just ours, and only ever ours.

“Je ne me lasserai jamais de ce vue.” (I will never get tired of this view.) I mention, entirely enthralled by the glimmering tower in front of me.

“Moi aussi.” (Me too.) Kylian responds quickly, and I whip my head back to find his stare unreservedly fixated on me instead of the tower. I smile softly, and drop my eyes to the floor attempting to conceal my bashful state. He can obviously see me try to hide my face, as he erupts into a fit of shameless laughter. This only makes me even more coy, as I physically cover myself with my hands to avoid eye contact. I rest my head on his chest, which reverbates as he continues to laugh at my timidity, as he begins to cradle it and kiss my head. His forwardness has always made me feel shy, which was one of things I liked about him.

“Let me take a picture of you.” He asks, staring directly into my dilated irises. I nod as he takes a couple with me doing funny pictures in front of the tower, some idyllic selfies of the two of us and some with my back turned, facing the view. I decided to choose one to upload to my story, appreciative of the views ahead of me.

Game day. I made my way towards the stadium, riddled with nerves. As I sit patiently, my phone lights up seeing Ky’s name appear. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, since at a time so close to the game, he would never go on his phone, it was apart of his pre game ritual. I answer hesitantly.

“Y/N,” Mbappe says, and my worry quadruples in size.

“Yes?” I answer, and he lets out a sigh. “Ky, what’s up?”

“Have you checked your phone recently? Or seen your twitter?”

“No? Why? Do I need to?”

“Check your messages.”

Suddenly, I get a notification from Kylian, viewing the attachment he sent me. I gasp.

I go silent, and Kylian understands my thoughts, as he begins calling out my name. That was me and him, on the front cover, kissing, for everyone to see. How did we not know? How could we be so thoughtless?

I tune in to our conversation and listen to what Kylian has to say.

“Listen, there’s good news and bad news.”

“Je pense que la mauvaise nouvelle est très évidente, what’s the good news? (I think that the bad news is very obvious,)

“Your face is not seen in the article, that’s good, right?” He says, attempting to lighten the tone. I giggle at his ridiculous positivity.

“It says undetected not unknown, I already know they are just waiting for the perfect time to say my name.”

“Speaking of that, there’s one more piece of bad news. Check your twitter.”

I sigh, and my Twitter is on the verge of crashing down with the amount of notifications I have. I go to the trending page and view my name in capitals.

“Kylian…”

I tap on the hashtag and see tons of threads and tweets labelled:

A TIMELINE OF Y/N Y/L/N & KYLIAN MBAPPE’S RELATIONSHIP

THE FRENCH IT COUPLE: Y/N AND MBAPPE

Y/N & MBAPPE??? UNDER THE EIFFEL TOWER,, KISSING???

Y/N IS THE GIRL IN THE PHOTO AND HERE’S WHY…

“Oh God.” I blurt out, realising just how bad this situation is.

“Yeah… essayez de ne pas trop vous en soucier, d’accord?” (try not to worry about it too much, okay?) Kylian says with his voice soft and gentle, trying to console me. I realise his game is getting closer, and he needs to focus, not calling me.

“You too. I’ll still be rooting for you in the stands. I love you.” I affirm, not allowing any trivial tabloids, trending hashtags or headlines get into my head.

“Je t’aime plus. (I love you more.) See you later, Ma vie.” (My life.)

Eventually, I reached Parc des Princes. This was the first time I would be going to one of his matches, due to our privacy precautions and coincidentally it was also the first time I went out as ‘Mbappe’s girlfriend.’ Great. We planned out this for months, ensuring that I could still have a good view, whilst still being hidden from the public eye, and now that all went to waste. As soon as I stepped out of the Uber, I heard haunting shutters and clicks of cameras, something which still irked me after all the experience. Mbappe made sure to increase the security, even before this whole situation, so I wouldn’t be bothered by anyone. Three different guards surrounded me, and escorted me to the seats, which, initially I thought was excessive, however now, I’m more grateful than ever. After navigating endless hallways and shortcuts, I finally sat down in my seat. I scan the pitch to find him, and I immediately see him, more unfazed than ever. Seeing him like that makes me feel more confident in turn, so I straighten up my posture, cross my legs, fix my hair and breathe. The whistle blows, and I just pray this match goes well.

Within minutes of the whistle sounding, Kylian is smoothly assisted the ball from Hakimi, before a defender from the other team viciously slide tackles into Mbappe’s ankles. He drops brutally. The crowd roars in anger and the referee whistle is sounded. I jump up instinctually, genuinely stressing. To everyone’s surprise, Mbappe limps up and begins to confront the heated defender. They argue aggressively, foreheads pounding, vicious shouts and boyish shoves and grunts consuming the screen. Just as the teammates from the respective teams begin to diffuse the situation, seemingly reaching a state of stillness, the defender utters something, which was completely unintelligible on the screens, but was clear enough to make Kylian charge towards him again.

Kylian releases himself from his frenzied team mates grasp and dashes towards him. Still provoking him with his comments, Kylian shoves the player with his utmost force and in turn, he drops to the ground immediately, rolling around to finish off the performance. I could tell Ky was extremely, extremely irritated by him, and was on the brink of losing control. The melodramatic player stops rolling around and gets back up, muttering more comments towards him. Kylian finally reaches his edge, as he shoves the player with intense acceleration. The crowd jumped in shock, the game turning into utter chaos as both teams failed to diffuse the situation miserably. The referee swiftly puts a red card above his head, something that Kylian was practically waiting for. He knew what he did was stupid. Before he left, I could make out the words ‘Parlez encore d'elle’, ‘Redis son nom’ and ‘Voir ce qui se passe’.

I could tell he was still angry as he left the pitch, as he ignored consoles from his manager and teammates and headed straight out towards the tunnel leading them back to the changing rooms. Suddenly, I make the executive decision to go, picking up my feet and explaining to bumptious guards that I am perfectly capable of going to the bathroom by myself.

Reaching the hallways, I hear the thump and strikes of objects being hurled around the room laced with a string of unrefined french swears. I breathed out Kylian’s name, before following the sounds as it became increasingly louder. I perceive erratic breathing and I become alarmingly worried at his state. Placing my fingers upon the door, I push outwards revealing the catastrophic conditions of the changing room. I see him, sitting on the floor against a disfigured locker door. His head hung back, facing the ceiling and his eyes pinched shut, as if he was trying to erase something from his mind. I murmur his name from under my breath, and he looks up at me, prolonging unfeigned eye contact. I begin to make my way towards him, before Kylian jumps up and moves back from me. I frown, puzzled but nonetheless I remain immobile maintaining a gut wrenching distance.

“Ky, qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?”(What’s wrong?) I ask gently, tilting my head and giving him further inspection. I glance down to his knuckles, bruised and red. “Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé là-bas?” (What happened down there?) My voice slowly started to become less and less unfaltering as it grew with concern.

He shakes his head and compresses his lips together, his hands placed firmly on his hips. He starts pacing around the room, opening up and closing his mouth in an attempt to formulate a sentence. Seeing him this anxiety-ridden makes my heart pound with sympathy, so in a couple strides, I come towards Kylian and grab his attention. I cup his face, staring into his dilated irises. I see flicks of hesitation scan his face, before I begin to calm him down.

“I love you. You can trust me.” I reassure him, as his broad shoulders slowly become less uptight.

“I know I can. C'est moi, en qui je n'ai pas confiance..” (It's me, who I don't trust.) He mutters shamefully, expressing the extent of his anger.

“Well I do. I trust you completely.”

Kylian heaves, before his attentive glare left mine and watched the walls. “He- They know about you. He was talking about you on the pitch. The whole team.” I sigh, before softly dropping my hands from his face. He notices this, as he grabs my hands to hold them before they fall against my sides.

“What did they say?”

His head hangs low, and his gaze meets the floor. I look up at him searching for the eye contact I desire, but his eyes remain glued to the ground. “Ky-” I’m cut off as he looks back at me.

“First they said you were pretty. They kept saying your name, congratulating me for getting someone as sexy as you. Afterwards, they began to threaten me about how I need to get up from the ground so I won’t embarrass you. Then one of them started to talk about how they can treat you better. That they can fuck you better than me. When I pushed him down, his teammates started to say the same thing, saying your name, imitating you, moaning. It was disgusting and I’m sorry that you-”

I connect my lips onto his, overwhelmed. It felt like the only correct answer at the moment, as Kylian’s temper was rising by the minute. His resentment translated into ardent concupiscence, as his hands shifted against my body frantically. His hands in my hair, and my arms linked around his shoulders. I hoped my appreciation for him was communicated. A million thoughts condensed into one single moment.

I slowly detach my lips from him, as our foreheads touch. Trying to regain my breathing, I still see Ky’s eyes closed and his lips pressed together. Eventually, his eyes flutter open and I begin to laugh at his state. Face flushed, red lipstick staining his lips it was truly a heavenly sight. As our laughs reverberated against the changing room, he grabbed my waist and pressed it towards him in a snug embrace. After a few beats of silence, I place my chin on his chest to look up, “Is it bad to say I like it when you’re jealous?” He looks down and furrows his eyebrows. His dimple pops up as he talks, “I wasn’t jealous.” I laugh at his denial, because clearly his actions presented differently.

“So getting a four match ban isn’t a result of your jealousy?” I remark snarkily as Kylian pouts, slightly saddened by my words. I laugh quietly to myself, before I apologise profusely and kiss the tip of his nose.

He continues to plead his case saying “Je ne suis pas jaloux, je suis territorial. (I am not jealous, I am territorial.) Jealousy is when you want something that’s not yours, and I was just protecting what’s already mine.”

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ikercasillased · 1 year

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Olivier Giroud and Antoine Griezmann is literally one of my top favorite pairings ever because they are just too cute together.

#they’ve won everything together #god someone please write a fic about them #they’ve been through the highs and lows of the franch nt #Antoine Griezmann #Olivier Giroud #grizoud #Grizou #Griezmann #Giroud #France nt #Les Bleus #French football team

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wallpapers4screen · 1 year

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Download wallpapers 4k, Stade Rennais FC logo, red black silk fabric, French football team, Stade Rennais FC emblem, Ligue 1, Stade Rennais FC, France, football, Stade Rennais FC flag for desktop free

#4k #Stade Rennais FC logo #red black silk fabric #French football team #Stade Rennais FC emblem #Ligue 1 #Stade Rennais FC #France #football #Stade Rennais FC flag

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enjolton · 1 year

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changed my icon to the GOAT until i’m done being salty about the world cup. i’m not taking criticism so any attempt at it will result in a block

#kylian mbappe #GOAT #french football team #world cup

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rangpurcity · 1 year

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Fifa World Cup 2022: France announced 26-member team, know how is the preparation for the third title

highlights The FIFA World Cup will start from 20 November. France will play its first match in Group D on 23 November. New Delhi. Only 3 days are left for the start of the FIFA World Cup 2022. France has announced its final 26-member squad. The team’s head coach Didier Deschamps has given information about his team. The team is now all set to defend its third title in Qatar. The team of…

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#26member #announced #Cup #Fifa #fifa world cup 2022 #football news #Football news in hindi #France #France vs Australia #French Football Team #preparation #team #title #World

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ojy499 · 2 years

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Popp crucifies still ineffective Blues

Alexandra Popp saved Germany Reuters The double of Alexandra Popp, the solidity of Germany, but also the French regrets: find the Tops and Flops of this match between Germany and France (2-1). TOPS Formidable Popp At 31, Alexandra Popp has an exemplary career with trophies galore with her Wolfsburg club, but also the Olympics with the selection. And the German striker may well add one to her…

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p8dri · 1 year

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ｂｌｏｎｄ, kylian mbappé

summary — breaking up with somebody you know you’ll always love, no matter what, is hard, but what’s worse is the memories that come with the breakup. only question is, are you able to rekindle what you once had? ( wc — 3.2k )

genre. sad? angst & fluff ig ! parings. mbappé x fem!reader ! tropes. breakup & makeup, flashback blond!kylian ! warnings. cursing, google translated french ! a/n was listening to frank ocean and decided to write this, requests are open, enjoy <3 PLAY MUSIC

AUGUST 28TH 2022 — LET GO. the breakup

going through life, you forever questioned the “ what if? ” such a small question can pack such a great punch. nothing is ever for sure, sooner or later all things come to their untimely end.

what does it mean, though?

what if?

there is no specific meaning, the question can be used in so many different situations, for so many different purposes and intents.

but standing in front of the man you love, you were sure that your ‘what if’ question held a punch able to knock the wind out of somebody.

“ what if we.. went on a break? ”

kylian mbappé, football superstar, the kid with the world at his feet. that same french hero, your boyfriend.

the problem with a boy practically carrying a countries football legacy on his shoulders is that it becomes his main focus. there’s no time for a relationship when you’re so occupied with striving to win your country another world cup.

breaking up with kylian was something you so deeply dreaded, because it’s undeniable that you still love him. but right now, kylian’s love was in the game, not you.

“ [Y/N], de quoi parles-tu? une pause? i don’t understand. ” ( what are you talking about? a break? )

hearing kylian stumble over his words only managed to break your heart even more. standing in front of the one person you loved, looking him straight in the eyes and telling him that you wanted time away from him hurt you more than anything you’ve ever experienced.

while you were doing this for yourself, you were also doing it for kylian. you would never want to make him feel bad or be a shitty girlfriend due to the way you would act with him during those few moments you had with him, the only reason for your foul mood knowing that the two of you would go maybe a week without talking again.

kylian hadn’t noticed how he was making you feel, and you understood. this upcoming world cup was huge for him and he needed his head in the game, solely on the game. your breakup would hurt him, sure, it was inevitable, considering he loved you just as much as you loved him, but he’d find a way to push through it. he was strong like that and that’s what you admired the most about him.

“ i mean we should take some time away from each other. ”

“ you’re breaking up with me. ” putting it like that made you feel even more like shit as you kissed your teeth, your frown bringing down almost every feature on your face. “ why, mon amour? have i done something? ” ( my love )

“ no kylian, of course not. ” you lied, your heart aching as you looked at the man in front of you, “ it’s just you’re busy, i’m busy, we barley see each other, i think this would be best. ”

furrowing his brows, kylian replied, “ is that why? [Y/N] i can make time for you, we don’t have to break up over it. ”

knowing kylian for so long, you knew he wouldn’t get it. which is why you knew breaking up with him would most likely make you look like an unreasonable bitch to him, but you had to go through with it. still, you hoped the two of you would be able to come together again maybe after the world cup when he wasn’t so distracted and distant.

“ kylian, it’s not that. we just need time away from each other. ”

letting out a scoff, kylian looked down at you unsure of whether or not you were being serious, you breaking up with him seemed so sudden and out of nowhere. looking down with a questioning look that spoke ‘are you serious?’ you nodded, your lip quivering and waterlines becoming evidently wet.

clenching his jaw, he nodded his head a few times all while staring at you and your hurt expression, but kylian just didn’t understand. you were obviously hurt by deciding to break up with him, so why were you doing it? had he done something terribly wrong that he hadn’t realized? why?

with puckered lips and a tight jaw, kylian turned around , grabbing his car keys and slamming the front door shut, all without a glance behind him. which was beneficial, because he wasn’t there to see you completely fall apart.

DECEMBER 4TH 2018 — THIS LOVE. before

“ blond, vraiment? ” ( blond, really? )

“ oui, je pense que j'aurais l'air bien, non? ” ( yes, I think I would look good, right? )

teasingly, you stepped back from the bathroom counter and looked from behind kylian’s large stature, giving him a once over through the mirror in front of the two of you, as if you were genuinely deciding whether or not he would look good. of course you knew no matter what color he made his hair he would continue to be overly attractive, but bruising his ego a little wasn’t out of the jurisdiction.

kylian put his hand on his bare chest as if he had been offended, his mouth slightly agape, causing you to giggle from behind him, your hands clutching on to his strong forearm while watching his reaction in the mirror.

in a second, kylian had turned around, grabbed you by your biceps and picked you up, causing a squeal to leave your throat as he turned you back towards the counter and sat you on it, the cold marble material meeting your bare thighs.

the two of you had woken up not even twenty minutes ago, kylian in boxers and you a nice lingerie set, immediately heading to the bathroom to brush your teeth when kylian had suddenly decided that he wanted to go blond.

sat on the counter, you were finally level with kylian, not having to break your neck to look up at him and finally being eye to eye with him.

“ bien sûr, tu aurais l'air bien, bébé. ” ( of course you’d look good, baby ) you giggled, putting your cold hands on his warm cheeks and pulling him in for a little kiss before pulling back and observing his hair, “ i still have leftover dye from that time neymar tried to bleach his hair here, we could use that? ”

with a nod kylian replied, “ where is it? ” a little shocked, your eyes widened, talk about an impulsive decision.

“ you want to dye it right now? ” again, kylian gave a small nod in response, “ alright, move. ”

kylian took a step back away from the counter, giving you enough room to jump off of it and crouch to be level with the sink cabinet. opening it up, you were met with little toiletries here and there. spotting the leftover box of hair dye, you grabbed it, placing it on the counter above your head along with a tiny hair dying mixing bowl, a brush, and gloves.

standing up and shutting the cabinet doors with your foot, you turned around to look at kylian who had a huge grin on his face. “ you’re sure you want to do this? ”

immediately kylian nodded and walked past you to sit down on the closed toilet seat, grabbing his phone from the sink counter beside him and diluting his attention to his instagram feed, relying on you to begin dyeing his hair and do a good job of it.

you’d only dyed hair once or twice, both times being neymar’s as you and kylian were close friends with him, still you were scared, you didn’t want to fuck it up so bad that kylian went bald or something.

still you put on the transparent gloves, removed the dye from its box and followed the directions on the side until you were met with the correct consistency.

kylian sat completely still as you used the brush to apply the dye to his dark hair, his focus still on his phone.

“ it kinda burns. ” he muttered, his face pouting a bit.

“ deal with it. ” you giggled, causing kylian to roll his eyes and smile.

“ feel the water, is it too hot? ”

placing his hand underneath the stream of water coming from the shower spout, kylian shook his head ‘no’ before getting on his knees and placing his head underneath the running water, clenching his eyes shut to avoid any of the toxic substance getting in them. behind him you ran your hands through his hair under the water, attempting to get the majority of the leftover dye out.

after a few minutes, with the water being completely clear, you felt you had gotten it all out as you turned off the water and grabbed the towel from beside you, running it over kylians hair as he stayed kneeled over the tub. once satisfied, you kept towel laying on his head and ushered him up, which he instantly did, groaning at the slight ache in his knees.

with a roll of your eyes and a small smile, you grabbed his biceps and led him to the bathroom mirror, where he was met with the reflection of him and you and the towel covering his new hair.

“ ready.. ” a simple shake of the head was the only answer you needed as you got on your tippy toes and removed the towel from his head in one slick motion, reveling his new hair.

“ it’s not blond blond, more white, but i like it. ” you spoke with a smile, admiring your boyfriend in the mirror.

kylian was in total shock. he’d never really done anything to his hair, always kept it that dark brown, but looking himself now, he fell in love. which sounded very egotistical on the outside, but still.

turning to his left and averting his vision down to you, who was still admiring him in the mirror, he grabbed your cheeks and pulled you into a kiss once again, his eyes closed shut in absolute adore. this one longer and more fierce than the one you had shared earlier.

pulling back a bit, he spoke, “ i love it and i love you. ”

with a giggle you looked up into his eyes and, unavoidably, at his new hair, a large smile spreading across your face as he pulled you in for another kiss.

DECEMBER 20TH 2022 — GODSPEED. after

it has been roughly four months since you had broken up with kylian, since then, no contact has passed between the two of you. lately, you have just been watching his life unfold on instagram.

the world cup had just ended two days ago, the final being france vs argentina and unfortunately, argentina were the ones to take the trophy and glory home.

you had watched every world cup game that france played, just being able to see kylian do what he loved sending a saddening yet proud warmth throughout your body.

watching france loose was what destroyed you, knowing that kylian had put so much of his time and hard work to try and win it for his county and having failed, broke your heart.

of course, kylian hadn’t cried, but kept that same monotone face, displaying how disappointed he was in himself. with three goals in the final, kylian had one the golden boot, the whole little ‘award ceremony’ he didn’t break a smile once.

what made it worse was that his birthday was only two days away, currently today. not only had he lost the most important thing in his football career only two days prior, but he’d also lost the most important person in his life only four months prior.

the striker certainly didn’t feel as if anything was going in his favor as he sat at a fancy restaurant table with some of his french teammates and family as they sung ‘happy birthday.’

“ joyeux anniversaire à vous! ” ( happy birthday to you! ) cameras from almost all angles got the shot of kylian blowing out his 24 birthday candles.

even as people cheered and clapped, kylian couldn’t feel happy. he wished you were there with him, helping him blow out the candles like you did every year, your head leaning on his shoulder as you told him how proud you were of him and that you loved him.

the vibration from his back pocket immediately made him grab the device and open the screen to his notifications, only to be met with utter disappointment. he had wished you would say happy birthday, but he also knew that you didn’t have to, that you had no right to.

kylian had come to the realization of how poorly he was treating you, but unfortunately too late. by then you two had been well been broken up for over a month and he felt like such a prick for making you feel so unimportant and belittled, he felt even more like shit due to the fact he hadn’t realized sooner.

that’s why he hadn’t attempted to reach out as well, he felt as if he didn’t deserve you, but that didn’t make him love you any less.

scrolling through his messages, he saved a photo sent from antoine griezmann of him blowing out his candles and posted it to his instagram, but not before noticing all the kind messages fans had sent him, managing for him to express a small smile.

after titling the post, “ 24 🎉🎂 merci à tous pour vos messages. 🥰 ” ( thanks everyone for your messages. ) he placed his phone on do not disturb and shut the device off, placing it on the table with the screen facing the fancy cloth as he at least tried to enjoy his birthday.

as you scrolled through your instagram, laying in bed with nothing to do with it being so late, you refreshed your feed, only to be met with kylian’s birthday post.

a frown was immediately etched on your face as you read the caption and examined the picture, his expression, outfit, the cake, anything and everything. which only caused you to reminisce the times you had spent with kylian on his birthday, your heart aching in your chest.

without a single thought, you exited the instagram app and opened messages, heading to kylian’s contact which was still pinned, your last conversation still available, a little exchange of “love you’s.” with that, you wrote out a message.

[22.34] y/n <3: happy birthday, kylian. i know it’s been a while since we’ve talked, but i hope you’re doing well and i hope you experience 24 with great laughs and endless smiles. i will always love you, there’s no changing that. i wish you all the best in life, any obstacles that come your way — you’ll beat, because that’s how you are. still, ill always be there for you.

with your thumb hovering over the blue send button, you hesitated. rereading the message over and over again, analyzing every sentence and determining whether or not it was too ‘extra’ or crossing a line. deciding to just fuck it, you sent the message, turning off your phone and throwing it on the pillow beside you as you let out a long breath. everything you had wrote was from a place of vulnerability and you hoped kylian saw it as nothing more than honesty and true feelings, other than a lame way to reach out after you had broken up, even though it kinda felt like it was.

after a not so eventful birthday party, kylian twisted the keys to his apartment and opened his door, only to be met with the cold temperature and dark room in front of him.

in that moment all he could think about was the way you would jump into his arms the second he opened the door after every single practice. he missed you, everything about you. your smell, your jokes, your laughs, your simple presence.

sighing, he walked into the hall, closed the door behind him and locked it. heading to the living room of his apartment, he threw his keys on the couch and sat down beside them, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as the windows on his right brought in a breeze and a beautiful view of the center of paris. the sounds of cars and people walking down the street sounded throughout his flat.

the specialized ringtone he had specifically set for you is what caused him to jump up and open his phone, clicking on the notification from you and reading the message.

his heart broke.

reading the message several times and processing the words differently and better each time, he didn’t know how to reply, or if he even had the right to.

he could practically sense your pain through the words on his screen and replying back with a smile ‘thank you’ didn’t feel right, or yet enough.

so, he did something irrational. he grabbed his keys, left his apartment, caught a cab and told the only address he could think of, yours.

you were still in bed, attempting to fall asleep in nothing but the darkness surrounding you when a knock sounded at your apartment door.

a groan left your lips as you sat up and tiredly slung your legs over the side of the mattress. only wearing a pair of a matching tank top and short pajama shorts, you really hoped it wasn’t someone important as you opened the door.

it took you a few seconds to adjust the hallway lights, but once you opened your eyes, you swore you were dreaming.

“ kylian- ”

before you could even process that your ex boyfriend was standing in front of you, you were brought into his warm embrace as he held you close to his chest.

with your head hovering over his heart, you were able to hear the fast beating as he clung onto you. for a few seconds, you were too surprised to actually hug him back, but soon you melted into his touch and wrapped your arms around him.

after a few minuets of you two just hugging, you realized nothing was going to chnage unless you spoke up, “ kylian. ” you pulled back a little as his arms fell from your body and to his sides, “ why are you here? ”

“ because i love you and i was stupid. ” his words were full of honesty as he looked down at you with the most sincere look you think you’ve ever seen from him, “ i treated you like shit and i was too ignorant to notice and i’m so so sorry [Y/N]. your message, it was my wake up call. i should’ve come here sooner, but i was scared, scared you would hate me. ”

“ i could never hate you. ” your voice was on the edge of a whisper as you looked up at the man you loved.

“ good, because i could never not love you. ” with that, he pulled you in for a kiss and it felt like you were exactly where you were supposed to be with the person you were destined to love for the rest of your life. that familiar warmth spreading all the way from your dizzied head to your toes as you stood on them to melt into the kiss more.

you would always love kylian, till the time you die.

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ic3-que3n · 1 year

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The Carry On discord is a fun place. And the French Football Team takes some gay photos. @shrek-gogurt found the photo ref and asked someone to draw it for @carryon-countdown day 17: Match. I couldn’t resist. (I’m posting early because I can’t wait)

Inked sketch under the cut because I liked how it turned out

#mine #carry on #carry on countdown #coc 2022 #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #let’s pretend both Simon and Baz played football #photo ref from French football team

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pavardscherie · 1 year

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Jealous benji , fucking out the bratiness of y/n

look at you, benjamin pavard

pairing benjamin pavard & female

summary she keeps commenting about how good his teammates looked at a birthday party, and benji takes her straight to the bathroom to fuck it out of her.

warnings 18+ required, sexual content, hand around throat, little blood mentioning

izzy talks.

just saying, imagine that man railing you, destroying you completely for saying that one of his teammates is actually good looking. i’m down for it, i volunteer.

my smut writing is still a little bit odd? idk, i’m still trying my best to write a good smut scene. hope this one is kind of alright.

whiskey glass tightly in his grip, the calloused fingertips pressing strongly against the thick material. an expensive sip of bourbon awaited to be drowned, the taste creating a sudden, burning feeling in the throat while swallowing. yet, benjamin slowly swung the drink in circles, eyes glued to the woman who held a conversation with two of his teammates.

he wasn’t the jealous type, until she decided to push the buttons, he didn’t know he had. oh, joshua looks really nice tonight. i couldn’t imagine him in a suit. she informed benjamin an hour ago, before disappearing in the crowd and finding the exact person for a conversation. she was playing with fire, close to being burned by the unhealthy mixture of anger and jealousy in pavard‘s stomach.

yet, he didn’t stop her. slipping out of his tight grasp on her ways, she reminded him that she loved to ignore the warnings, he whispered in her ear. „stop flirting with my mates.“ fingertips dug into her left hip, pushing her backside closer to his chest. he wasn’t hurting her, still, he knew he would leave marks. a reminder that she belonged to him; and none other. „i don’t understand your problem, benji.“ she pouted, wiggling against his tight grip, she pressed herself against his crotch for an advantage to escape.

„i swear, if you don’t stop, i won’t make any promises anymore.“ benjamin hissed, the warm breath fanning over her exposed neck. she always knew which buttons she had to push to change the moods. but pavard could not forget about the multiple comments about his teammates. „you’re hesitating. maybe i should get back to another one your teammates. maybe they will fuck me good.“ she provoked the already, dangerous mixture of emotions in the pit of his stomach. the bratiness in her words, and the tones of fake annoyance.

„you’ll badly regret that attitude.“ teeth grazed over his chewed-up bottom lip and he quickly drowned the bourbon for another boost of confidence. fleshy fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist, benjamin pulled his girlfriend towards the staircase. "benji, what the fuck? where are you going?" she tried to free her wrist from his painful grip, but benjamin was stronger. she knew that. "to teach you a lesson." the head tilted to the side, his answer was carelessly spoken over the shoulder and louder than needed. a gaze did not follow them, the teammates too occupied with their current conversation and the booze of the alcohol.

at the top of the staircase, benjamin entered the first room on the right. a large guest bathroom, which looked way more expensive than the usual ones. manual truly earned enough money, to have at least two houses or even three.

closing the door behind them, pavard immediately locked it. he did not need his teammates to see the anger awoken inside of him. running the sweaty palms across the face, the centre back walked closer to his girlfriend. back turned to the football player, she admired the ornaments around the mirror and took a sip from the red wine glass, she carried with her.

benjamin‘s hands rested on her waist, pushing her forwards and harshly against the counter beside the sink. a surprised gasp coaxed out, she furrowed the brows. turning around wasn’t an option, she was trapped between pavard‘s towering figure and the counter. the only way to see him was through the reflection in the mirror. yet, benjamin didn’t glance at her while hiking the hem of her dress up.

the red, lacy thong disappeared between her round ass cheeks, the color a beautiful contrast to her skin. a groan slipped out of his mouth at the delicious sight. running the palm over the curves, benjamin glanced at the mirror. she had the lids closed, bathing in the sensation of his sensitive touch. mischief tugged on the corner of his mouth, a smirk spreading over the face.

drawing his hand back, he slapped her the right check with a small amount of force. yelping in surprise, she tried to stand up. angered by the actions, she desired to question the intentions. but benjamin thought faster. a hand sprawled out on the small of her back, he pushed against her and held her in the position. „don’t.“ benjamin growled, repeating the slapping to her left cheeks. small red dots formed on her skin, a light reminder of what happened behind closed doors.

„what’s your problem?“ she protested, feeling the stinging in both cheeks. throughout the months, benjamin has been always gentle, never left marks on other places than her hips. but this was different, it was much rougher. „i’m fucking out that attitude.“

he wasn’t looking at her anymore, his eyes focused on her ass. calloused fingers spread the cheeks, and pulled the thin underwear to the side. a small spot drenched in arousal proved that she enjoyed the roughness more than she admitted. dipping his fingers lower, the wetness pooled between her clenched legs and welcomed his touch. „benjamin, stop. they could hear us!“ she tried to protest again, but met the deaf ears of her boyfriend.

„not like you cared when you wanted to seduce kimmich.“ benjamin chuckled deeply, the long fingers running over her clit. seconds of touch was enough to turn her into a whimpering, needy mess. leaning forward, his chest pressed against her back, he repeated the movement of his fingers. slowly stroking over her clit. "no, mon amour. you don't deserve the easy way out of this."

the muttered words were almost a threat, a warning about what he has planned as a punishment. bliss melted from her face, leaving behind a somber fear of what awaited her. "benjamin.." she trailed off, the words heavy but the tone extremely gentle. shaking his head, the mischievous glint in the deep brown of his eyes drove her absolutely wild. she could feel a warm jolt of desire, burning in her core, underneath the traces of his fingertips.

leaning back in position, benjamin's hands retreated from her figure for merely seconds to open the zipper. pants and briefs pulled down slightly - only enough to free his erection from the fabric prison. „that fucking bratiness..“ benjamin growled, not wasting another second and pushing his dick into her wet hole. pleasure infiltrated by the pain of being stretched out all at once, without feeling his scissoring finger. a deep moan trembled out of her parted lips, the lids closed to bath in the moment of bliss.

one hand placed on her waist, his left hand brushed the long strands over her shoulder. calloused fingers snug around her neck, wrapping around her throat. tightly, but not enough to decline the breathing. „punishment.“ the football player muttered, drawing his hips back until only the reddened tip was left inside of her. before she had a chance to react, benjamin‘s hips collided with her marked ass in a hard and deep thrust.

balls smacked against her clit, the arousal dropped down the insides of her thighs. she did not want to enjoy the punishment. but resistance was an unexisting word with her lover‘s dick deep inside of her. rough always became their escape route to the usual, romantic and slow hours in bed. she couldn’t complain, he always made her feel like swaying in heaven. the sound of skin hitting against one each others flooded and echoed through the tiled bathroom.

benjamin‘s thrusts were perfectly angled, hitting her g-spot over and over again. the bottom lip captured between his teeth, his darkened orbs focused on the way his dick easily slipped in and out of her warmth. swallowing the deep groans, the erotic sight caused a difficulty to keep a steady rhythm.

still, he never came before her. benjamin needed the intense pulsating around his cock, her walls holding him tightly inside of her and milking the cum.

his thrust were hard, pressing her hip bones stronger against the marble counter with each movement. blue marks would be left as a reminder around her stomach.

a loud, breathy moan left her mouth as benjamin pulled her chest towards him, arching her back. a position to reach deeper spots. a chance to increase the roughness of his thrusts. „you’re so beautiful when you’re fucked out.” face nuzzled into the mess of hair, the groans were silenced by the thickness of the strands. glancing at the mirror, he applied more pressure on her throat. “look at you.”

lids opened to follow the demands, the pupils dilated as a tear rolled down her cheek. a trail of mascara left on her red-tinted skin, the water gathered in the corners of her eyes. lipstick faded on her bottom lips, a reminder of how often her teeth chewed on the soft skin to keep quiet. “will you be a good girl for the rest of the night?” he muttered, punctuating his question with a particular hard thrust.

she whimpered, the quivering bottom lip pushed out. trapped between bliss and pain, she drifted deeply into the pleasure. hands holding on to the counter, the glass already laid on the floor. red wine left stains on the beige carpet, and she knew, manuel would question the origin. “i said, will you be a good girl for the rest of the night?” benjamin stopped his thrust, squeezing her windpipe tighter for barely a second.

“y-yes.” she coaxed out, and benjamin’s hand immediately loosened to allow the inhaling and exhaling again. after all, he didn’t want her to faint from the lack of oxygen. “then be a good girl, and cum for me.”

she did not recognize if the pace of his hips increased to a godly speed, or if his whispered demands ignited another burning sensation in the pit of her stomach. a familiar tingling, a sensation that made her legs tremble from the intensity. head fell forward, the lids closed and the mouth widely open. moans, loud and quiet ones, in different octaves left her throat, the waves of bliss washing over her. “benjamin.” she repeated over again between the labored breaths.

her walls fluttered around his dick, tightly wrapping him up with warmth and pushing him into the bliss of his own orgasm. whimpers and whines filled the bathroom. but benjamin’s sounds were simple, a deep growl and muttered ‘fucks’ as he painted the insides of her pussy in a milky white.

heavy and warm breaths mixed in the thick air around them, the hasty breaths floated as the only leftover sounds through the bathroom. a dark apple-red covered the span of her cheeks, mascara smeared around the eyes from the intensity of emotions. taking a step back from the heat of her soft skin, benjamin pulled himself out of her and tugged his dick away. arousal flooded down the insides of her thigh, mixed with the white spurts of him.

calloused fingertips stroke over her leg, the reminder of their orgasms carefully wiped away. but he wasn’t going to waste it, as his long digits found the still stretched out pussy, and pushed the remains back inside before placing the thin lace panties over her clit and between her ass cheeks again.

“better not waste any of the precious stuff.”

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mattysmarvel · 5 months

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HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO THEEEEE GIMBAPPE PICTURES !!!!!!

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captainwans · 1 year

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SHE DID WHAT?

— K. MBAPPÉ

pairing: kylian mbappé x fem! reader

summary: a round of gossiping on his girlfriend’s side seemed to earn kylian’s interest.

warning: nothing but teeth-rotting fluff and slight cursing!

word count: 642 | ( gif not mine! )

masterlist!

… [Y/N] AUDIBLY GASPED, earning a curious look from Kylian, who popped his head out of the bathroom door, his eyebrows raised as he looked at his girlfriend. The pair were currently on vacation, a well-deserved break from both sides, well—mostly Kylian for winning on his current season and she wasn’t complaining. They spent most of their time drinking wine, going sightseeing, and swimming. At the moment, the pair did their own nighttime routine with Kylian doing his business in the bathroom whilst his girlfriend talked on the phone with her best friend, seemingly sounding like an interesting conversation in his opinion.

“What? Did she say that? I can’t believe her…” she whined, a pout forming her lips as she looked at nothing in particular, being completely oblivious to Kylian watching her with a curious expression.

Kylian dried his hands with a towel, closed the bathroom door, and sauntered towards his lover, his muscular arms wrapping around her waist, hugging her closer to his body. He furrowed his eyebrow, leaning his ear into her phone to hear about the gossip.

[Y/N]’s stomach fluttered, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she melted into his warm embrace. “She’s a real bitch for sure.” she replied to her friend, earning a shocked expression from her boyfriend, his head leaning into her face and giving her a look.

Kylian stifled a laugh, watching her face morph into a scowl. He listened in to their conversation before whispering with furrowed eyebrows. “What did she do?” he asked, genuinely invested into the girls’ gossip.

His girlfriend held the phone, turning her attention toward him. “She slept with her sister’s boyfriend, twice!” [Y/N] replied with a sour look, making his mouth gape open as he took in the information.

“She did what?!” Kylian almost screeched with shock, erupting with laughter as his body shook vigorously. He shook his head, quietly chuckling before taking a seat on the bed. “That’s messed up, man,” he mumbled under his breath, wiping a tear from his eyes before turning his head to her.

She scoffed, listening to her friend. She had her phone clutched tightly to her ear, her eyes narrowed as she took in the information with disgust plastered onto her face. She turned her gaze to her boyfriend, who gave her a soft smile, his grabby hands toward her making her grin. “Yeah, I’ll call you back. Call me back when you get a hold of that son of a bitch,” she sneered, bidding her goodbyes.

Kylian threw his head back, bursting out with laughter. He pointed a finger at her, his eyes tearing up. She chuckled, a confused look etched onto her face. “What?” she asked with a laugh, joining his banter.

He grabbed her hips, his hands rubbing her thighs as he placed her between his legs. His chest vibrated with another laugh, before gazing up at her with his eyes tinted with warmth and admiration. “The way you just randomly add a few curse words here and there is so unlike you, mon ange (my angel).” he voiced his thoughts with a breathy laugh.

[Y/N] shrugged her shoulders, her hands on his neck, fiddling with his necklace. “What can I say, I’m a changed woman this season, baby.” she responded with a wink, trailing his hands down his shoulders.

Kylian bit his lip, pulling her closer. “It’s hot, not gonna lie.” he said before planting soft kisses on her cheeks, and her jaw before pressing a chaste kiss on her lips. She met his kiss with a dreamy sigh, sliding her hands to his neck, and deepening the kiss.

They pulled away, both breathless as they gazed into each other’s eyes. “Damn, I should swear more if it means to get kissed like that..” she admitted, her eyes tinted with slight mischief.

#footballer imagine #football masterlist #england football masterlist #football #french football team #french football player #french footballers #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe #mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe masterlist #kylian mbappe fanfic #fluff

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freshfraise · 11 months

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ALL OR NOTHING - THREE

pairing: kylian mbappé x reader

summary: Childhood sweethearts. After a tearful, transformative departure at just 19, four years pass by. And now, at 23, you are being forced to awkwardly reunite with your ex-boyfriend to fulfill your dreaded journalistic duties.

authors note: HIIII AGAINN!!! i just want to say a quick thank you for all the love you guys have given me over all or nothing despite having to wait so long. hopefully these two chapters can keep you fed whilst i finish up chapter 4, (i won't make you wait 500 years for the next chapter i promise!!) i have so much in store,, anyways enjoy <33

previous chapter here

“Y/N?”

That voice. A voice you knew all too well. A voice that evoked the feeling of sweet nothings, sticky fingers, infectious grins, tears, cocoa and comfort. Genuine serenity, the type that made your heart slow a couple beats and your eyes shut longer. That voice. It reminded you of everything good and all the bad that shortly followed.

You turned hesitantly, facing him from the other side of the room. It was you and him. The passers-by in the hallway are all too consumed with work, or too stressed to notice the look that you’re giving each other. You lock eyes. He’s clearly still recovering from an intense match, it was visible. His socks are stained with muddy debris, one hand holding his defaced cleats, his chest slick with sweat as he hangs his shirt on the back of his shoulder. He’s changed a startling amount since you last saw him. His face matured, as you inspect the way he grew into his features. His dimples still popped out with every contortion, and his eyes still were downturned with big brown pupils. Your breathing was hollow.

The confusion on his face was evident but somehow you could still make out a speck of relief. Slowly, he inches towards you, crossing the invisible boundary. Your instinct pushes you to step back into the bathroom behind you, essentially hiding away from him. You try to catch a breath alone, but your solitude is quickly disturbed as he enters without a care in the world. You internally thanked yourself for choosing the one bathroom with only one stall.

“You can’t-”

“Hi.” He breathes out, watching every part of you, almost as if he was unsure whether you were real or not. He keeps a glare on you as his breath catches in his throat.

His eyes introspectively scanned the entirety of your face.

You couldn’t speak. Your dehydrated throat becomes a physical nuisance. Your head throbs, the images of your early morning dream disturbing your functionality.

“Shirt.” You squeak out. You regret the one syllable that flew out of your mouth as soon as you uttered it. You think of how this looks, you and an engaged, shirtless Kylian Mbappé squeezed into a bathroom stall.

He glances down to his torso, grabs the shirt laying on his shoulder before pulling it over his head in one swift motion.

“I-”

“How are-”

You both pause at your joint state of haste. A small simper creeps up on Kylian’s face as you shut your eyes and shake your head in a bashful manner.

“You first.” Kylian says, as a coy smirk creeps up onto his face. You look up at him, taking note of that.

“I’m with you.” You state blankly, and Kylian’s eyes pop out of his head. You giggle quietly, realising how he completely misinterpreted your sentence. “No, as in, I'm with you for the interview.” Unbeknownst to you, his heart jumps at the sweet sound of your joy. He sounds an ‘O’, nodding his head in realisation. You try your hardest to bite back your laugh, cautious to not create any false impressions between you two. You were here for work and you’re sure he was getting married soon. You wondered when or if he was going to tell you, or whether you should bring it up. You wondered what else he could be hiding and whether he would bring that up too.

“You okay?” Kylian asks. This makes you furrow your eyebrows, posing the question of whether you were thinking out loud again.

“You didn’t say anything, you just have this look on your face when you’re overthinking stuff.” He declares whilst unintentionally answering your question. Kylian knew all of your facial expressions and what they meant; flared nose and squinted eyes typically meant annoyance whereas wide eyes and pinched lips meant admiration. He’s known them since you were both just a pair of moody children, and he’s sure he’ll never forget. He doesn’t want to anyways. Another amiable smile is plastered onto Kylian’s face, which swiftly reminds you of the lack of time.

“We need to do this interview. Like right now.” You blurt out quickly, wary of your time limits. Kylian’s eyes droop down to your neck, glancing over the gold necklaces. He squints at one of them, trying to figure out why he felt so drawn to one of them. You gulped harshly and hoped he wouldn’t ask any questions.

“Kylian-” The rest of your sentence faded out in his ears. Your sweet voice warmed him. It also sped up his train of thought. It's been four years since you’ve said his name. Four years without your unforgettable intonation. 1460 days without you.

“How are you?” Kylian asks again, his head turning with intrigue. You sigh discreetly. “If you’re worried about the timing, don’t be. I’ll sort everything out.” He states, answering your concerns.

You roll your eyes at his nonchalance. That’s one thing about him that always puzzled you. His ability to stay absolutely chill in every single circumstance, whereas you lost your mind at the mere thought of a stressful outcome. It was a good dynamic for you two. You couldn’t imagine having a boyfriend that was always just as stressed as you were.

“You know what? I’m feeling quite sad right now Kylian.” You declare, frowning to keep your statement believable. “And do you know what would make me feel better? Doing this interview with me, so I can go back to my hotel room and take a nap. A nap. That’s all I ask for.”

Kylian sighs, wiping off all the concern of his face. “T’es vraiment chiant.” (You’re really annoying.)

You let out a smirk at his blank face without a second thought. “On y va?” (Let’s go?) You question, as you both make your way out of the bathroom, and walk towards the pitch, walking through the tunnels. It’s silent as you begin to walk. You’re both very careful not to cross any boundaries. The two of you tread carefully, opening and closing your mouths at the attempt of sparking conversation to try and block out the deafening silence. Kylian succumbs first, piecing together a string of words.

“You know, when I first saw your name. I thought, what are the chances? There was no way it could be you.”

“Until I walked into your changing rooms.”

“Until you walked into the changing rooms.”

You sigh deeply, as you walk alongside him. Every breath you let out is coated with utter embarrassment.

“Let’s just forget that ever happened.”

“Forget what?” He replies predictably, looking down towards you with a smirk.

You shake your head and make your way towards the stands, close to where you and Neymar were previously, but you opted to stay closer to other people. A seat between you two acts as a barrier, as you prepare your questions. You quickly scan them on your phone, mentally preparing yourself for the interview ahead. You begin, leading with the topic of leadership within the team. But, the whole interview your eyes are locked onto your phone screen rather than your interviewee. You felt his eyes burn into you, so instead you made the wise decision to ignore any form of eye contact in case you got distracted. You grew coy in his presence, making your voice hushed. At certain moments, Kylian leaned forward to hear you, completely entrancing you with his evocative scent. After a few more questions and insightful answers, you cut the interview short, afraid of completely getting off track.

You both get up, making your way towards the tunnels.

“Thanks.” You thank Kylian for a great interview, smiling gently.

“It’s nothing. I didn’t do much. Thanks for your questions.” Kylian replies with a smile, redirecting the praise from him and onto you. You laugh at his inability to accept a compliment, looking up at him. He laughs staring back at you, before he pauses.

“Y/N-”

Kylian is cut off from the loud ping of a text message. You make an apologetic look and unlock your phone, viewing a message from your boss checking if everything is going smoothly. This reminds you of his request. You internally cringe at the thought of asking.

“What is it?” Kylian asks, noticing your sudden silence.

“My boss- he’s a big fan- honestly you don't have to-”

“He wants a signature?” Kylian finishes your sentence, laughing at your hesitation. You nod shamefully, embarrassed at asking your ex for a signature. “Honestly it’s fine-” Kylian pauses mid sentence, as if a new idea just popped into his head. You can physically see a smirk grow on his face. “Actually, you know what? Earn it.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as a scoff leaves your mouth, “Excuse me?”

“Earn it. Come to my studio to receive it.”

“Really Kylian? You can’t be serious?” You say, laughing.

“I don't think I’ve ever been more serious.” He replies, staring you dead in the eyes with his arms crossed. “See you later.” He walks off into the tunnel, leaving you shocked, your mouth wide open. The nerve of this guy, you thought to yourself, sighing at the extra work you have to now endure. His studio?

“Bold of you to assume I remember where your studio is.” You call out to him, dropping your hands down to your sides in puzzlement.

“We both know you remember.” He turns back around with a smirk plastered on his face, as he turns, leaving the hallway.

And as much as you hated to admit, you still remembered.

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second authors note: omg i have to say this chapter was really scary to post, especially since it was their first meeting... i wanted to keep that element of banter as they aren't exactly strangers to each other and literally grew up teasing each other, but also a little bit of distance. anyways tell me ur thoughts and once again i am so sorry :)

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