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formulapai · 5 months

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HOSPITAL TRIP

part of the BROTHER IN LAW series

scenario: she wasn’t hurt that bad, they were just over-exaggerating..

warning: hospital, vomit, falling down the stairs, minor concussion

pai’s words: it sounds really bad but it’s NOT I promise. also, my brothers call me “ma puce” quite often, which is a REALLY known nickname in France, and it literally translates to “my flea” and it’s ?? weird ?? so I translated it as “sweetie” to match the vibe ! ALSO I had a concussion once when I was younger because one of them pushed me into a wall while riding a bike, fun times 👍🏻

based on a true story (I broke my pinky and my brothers acted like I was on deathbed, calling my UNCLES to tell them all about it 💀💀💀)

“Bon Océ, tu fais quoi là?” (Océ, what are you doing?)

She hears her twin brother’s exasperated grumble as she finishes getting ready, fastening her new heels’ strap around her ankle.

“Roh ca va Thuthur, je suis prête!” (Cmon it’s fine Thuthur, I’m ready)

She excitedly runs out of her room and down the stairs, ready to go to the restaurant with her brother. They’re joining their mum and older brothers there for their weekly dinner. Or well, they should have been, but the night’s plan are forgotten as Arthur sees her sister tripping in the stairs and miserably falling down. She’s at the bottom of them when he finally unfreezes and rushes to her, screaming her name. The woman stays unmoving but awake for a few seconds, too stunned to comprehend what has happened.

“Oh putain, ça va ma puce ?” (Oh fuck, you alright sweetie?)

Océane snorts and holds a thumbs up, trying to get up but quickly realizing her mistakes. She groans as pain shoots up her spine and bangs around her head. Damn, maybe her fall was a little worse than she thought. Her brother holds her as she sits up and grits her teeth as the banging in her head grows stronger. He sees right through her game and shakes his head.

“Va sur le canapé, je les préviens qu’on va être en retard.” (Go sit on the couch, I’m telling them we’re going to be late)

She tries to do as he said but isn’t able to get far as her vision goes black and she slumps back on the ground in a frankly humiliating position that she KNOWS her brother would have made fun of her for if it was any other situation. Once her vision is back, she finally manages to get up towards the couch and lets herself fall on it with a sigh. She slowly looks over at whatever she can see of her body, noticing that nothing seems broken or even bruised and she thanks her lucky star for it. In the back of her mind, she pictures Pierre nagging at her for choosing the very own shoes he told her to be careful with. Of course she didn’t listen, and of course she should have. It’s a known fact she’s the clumsiest person ever.

“Bon, j’ai prévenu Maman, tu te sens comment?” (Alright, I’ve told mom, how are you feeling?)

He sits next to her and does a quick visual checkup, coming to the same conclusion as hers.

“Ca va, ca va, juste un peu mal à la tête.” (I’m fine, I’m fine, just a headache)

Arthur frowns at that, concern written on his face.

“T’es sûre que ca ira ? ‘Fin tu sais, ils nous disent toujours de faire gaffe à ca justement, les cervicales, tout ca..” (You sure it’s going to be fine ? I mean, they always tell us to be careful about this, cervical impact and all)

Océane snorts, of course he’s going to compare her fall to the extreme risks of his job. As if she’s that hurt. She shakes her head but quickly regrets it when buzzing fills her ears and she’s hit with a wave of nausea. Quickly getting up despite her state, the sister rushes to the bathroom and kneels in front of the toilet. Her head is so loud, her vision doesn’t seem to be working as she’d like, and in the midst of it all, she can still hear her twin’s voice as he rushes after her. He stops at the door and waits for her to finish, ready to help her if needed. He knows something is definitely wrong, she probable hit her head during the fall.

“Bon, je previens Maman que je t’emmene aux urgences” (Well, I’m telling mom I’m taking you to the ER)

The other twin spits the water she was gurgling and turns around, eyes wide and arms crossed.

“Non mais tu vas pas m’emmener aux urgences pour une chute ?” (You are so not taking me to the ER because I fell?)

Arthur stands his ground and levels her with a glare, his mind already made up. She scoffs as she goes back to the living room, taking her phone and seeing messages from her brothers and his boyfriend. She’s about to answer to some of them when her phone lights up with a call from Lorenzo that she’s quick to accept.

“Va à l’hopital ma puce” (Go to the hospital, sweetie)

“Tu vas pas t’y mettre aussi Enzo, c’est n’importe quoi” (Not you too Enzo, it’s bullshit)

“Non mais il a raison, ca peut etre grave ! Vaut mieux prévenir que guérir.” (But he’s right, it can be serious. Better be safe than sorry)

In the corner of her eyes, she sees Arthur smiling triumphantly as he listens to the conversation and already has her bag in his hands, ready to go.

“Mais Enzo, je suis juste tombée, je suis meme pas blessée !” (Cmon Enzo, I just fell, I’m not even hurt)

Océane hears shuffling on the other side of the phone and rolls her eyes as Charles comes to the phone.

“Océ ! Va au moins voir si tout va bien, je t’emmène à ton café préféré demain si t’y vas !” (Océ, at least go there to check if everything’s fine, I’m taking you to your favorite cafe if you do)

“Bon ok, mais si je me fais disputer par les infirmieres parce que je gache leur temps, je dis que c’est de votre faute !” (Fine, but if the nurses tell me off for wasting their time I’m telling them it’s because of you guys)

She faintly hears her mother laughing as she hangs up and turns to her brother, vision becoming blurry once again. She doesn’t pay any mind to it and gets up, walking towards the front door and towards his brother’s Ferrari. Dumb boys and their dumb obsession with the Italian cars. As soon as they’re on their way, her phone’s connected to the radio, yet another person calls her. She shakes her head and answers, the car radio coming alive.

“Mon ange, j’ai eu Charlo au telephone, c’est quoi cette histoire encore ? Tu vas bien ?” (My angel, Charlo called me, what’s this all about ? Are you okay ?)

Arthur snorts and decides to expose her and her damn shoes, how she fell and pretty much every details there is to know about it. She’s very tempted to take the steering wheel and crash the car.

“Bref, on va pas en faire tout un plat, je suis tombée et ils exagerent, comme d’habitude.” (Anyway, no need to blabber about it, I fell and they’re overreacting, as usual)

Pierre chuckles and stays on the phone with them until they arrive at the ER’s parking lot, making his girlfriend promise to keep him updated. Arthur leads them towards the desk, her dizziness returning once she’s out of the car, and explains the story to the nurse there, turning towards his twin to see if she needs to add something. Océane tells her symptoms, how she feels as if her head is going to explode, how she felt sparks shoot up her spine when she fell and the pin just stayed in her head after that. They wait for a few moments, the waiting room surprisingly empty. Her brother distracts her and launches into a monologue about whatever game he discovered with his friends the night before during a livestream. It’s not long before she’s called over, having a nurse do a simple checkup on her, shining a light in her eyes, taking her temperature, the basics. Only later, when a doctor enters the room to tell her the diagnostic, she softly laughs. The professional assures her that it was a good thing they insisted on having her come to the hospital and sends her off with a few instructions.

“Un trauma cranien, TRES leger!” (A concussion, a very minor one)

Arthur shoots up his seat and joins you towards the exit, blabbering about how they were so right, how she absolutely needs to rest and drink and acting as if she’s a one year old. The nail in the coffin is when he insists on calling her boyfriend to tell her he needs to come ASAP to take care of her because “it’s his job as your boyfriend !”. They argue all the way back to the apartment and even after they arrive, the twin brother insisting on having her laying in bed for the rest of the evening.

“Arthur, t’es saoulant là, sincerement” (Arthur, you’re annoying, sincerely)

But he’s gone before she can finish the sentence, so she grumpily settles on the bed and waits. Of course he took her phone, claiming that the screen was going to worsen the situation. Again, for a minor concussion. A simple minor concussion. She’s soon lost in her thoughts, not hearing when voices are suddenly coming from the entryway, not even noticing the soft knock on her door. She does notice her boyfriend’s very amused face as he looks down on her.

“Non mais je reve, dis moi qu’il t’a pas dit de venir ?” (I hope I’m dreaming and he didn’t tell you to come)

Pierre’s facade breaks and he cackles loudly, slapping his thigh. He proceeds to tell her everyone is downstairs, her brothers absolutely serious in their worry, her mother enjoying the chaos and laughing silently. Océane decides the best to do is ignore it all and lets her lover climbs into the bed with her, enjoying the butterfly kisses he leaves on her head.

#pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly fluff #arthur leclerc #arthur leclerc fluff #arthur leclerc imagine #charles leclerc #f1 fluff #f1 imagine

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floralembarrassment · 11 months

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do more Jegulus raising Harry please

hello! It has been a while since we've done a jegulus raising Harry - I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it! with love

FaceTime (1/1) (jegulus | jegulus raising harry)

"Harry!" James called across the park.

A small boy turned at his name and came running across the sand. Unsteady and zigzagging all the way. A bright smile on his face as he made his way to his father.

"Dad! Dad! Come look! We made a castle!" Harry said excitedly, grabbing James' hand and pulling back toward the park.

"Okay but then we have to go sweetie," James said easily conceding to whatever his son wanted.

It was a pretty good sand castle for a 6 year old. And James made sure Harry knew how proud he was of his son, because Harry was elated in his efforts.

"Can we take a picture to send to Papa?" Harry asked, and James quickly pulled out his phone and told Harry to sit beside his work. He smiled his bright Potter grin with Regulus' Stoney grey-green eyes staring back at him.

"Okay Haz, time to go. Uncle Moony and Uncle Pads are coming for dinner," James explained.

All the walk home from the park, and immediately after getting home and washed up, Harry very persistently asked to call his father. James sometimes forgot that Harry missed Regulus as much as James did. So as went in the kitchen to make dinner, he picked Harry up and put him on the counter and FaceTimed Regulus.

"Papa!!" Harry called as Regulus answered the call.

"Bonjour mon amour, comment ca va?" Regulus asked.

And very quickly Harry started yammering away in french. He spoke eloquent and proper, just like Regulus and even though James only understood a few words here and there he could not miss the love and connection happening between father and son.

Just as James was washing up the last of the dishes he used to prep dinner, Harry waved the phone at him; "Dad, Papa wants to talk to you," his little voice said, easily switching to English.

James took the phone and the doorbell rang. James looked out the window and saw Remus and Sirius standing on the porch.

"Harry want to get the door? It's your uncles," and Harry was running before James even finished talking.

"Hi love, James said when he was finally able to look at Regulus through the phone.

"Hello you, thank you for the pictures today. Haz said you had a very good day?" Regulus said, his lips turning up.

"Yes it was, and Remus and Sirius are just getting here. Only thing that could have made it better would be you," James said brightly.

"Only 4 more days. I miss you both so much. I know it's hard on Harry when I'm away..." Regulus said eyes turning sad.

"Hey it's okay. I've got him, and it's important for him to see you out there working to make our life beautiful." James said.

Regulus' face soften at the reassurance.

"Je t'aime," Regulus whispered.

"Ewwwww!" And Regulus and James laughed as they heard their small boy be disgusted by their love.

James shook his head and smiled at Regulus. They all melted in laughter though when Sirius popped up and said, "you are right Bambi that was gross!"

#did i know i had an asks box? no #i love them #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus raising harry #whisper of wolfstar #marauders #fanfic #lgbtq+#james x regulus #regulus black #james potter #harry potter #marauders era #regulus arcturus black #james fleamont potter #marauders fandom

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maxybabyy · 6 months

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It’s barely noon.

Daniel has only been back in Monaco for a handful of hours, burnt out from flying commercial and dressed obnoxiously in bright orange, and still, he’s here.

He pulls up Max’s text one more time and stares sceptically at the building in front of him. But he’s in the right spot, the tiny guy on the map right on top of the address Max had sent.

The lady behind the reception desk looks up when he enters, a polite smile on her lips as she comes forward to greet him, “Bonjour monsieur, comment ca va?”

Daniel’s been here for too long for his French to be as bad as it is, stutters out a, “Ca va bien,” before he switches to English. “Uh, I’m here for my cats?”

“Certainly,” she says, her accent even less pronounced than Charles’. She goes back behind the desk, points out the small bevvy station on her way there. Daniel’s been in formula one for over ten years, has lived in Monaco for most of that, but this fucking cat hotel may still be the fanciest shit he’s been to. “May I ask what cats you are here for?”

Daniel jiggles the handle of the coffeemaker, watches what he hopes is coffee drip into the branded to-go cup. “Uh, Jimmy and Sassy? They’re like, Bengals, with the stripes and shit? If you have two cats that look the same, I reckon it’s probably them,” he says, searches and fails to locate a lid.

The lady coughs, and Daniel decisively doesn’t look at her, cannot – knows she has to be laughing at him. Fucking, disaster step-cat dad that he is; Max would already have them loaded up in the car and be on his way.

“The cats are registered with internal ID numbers, monsieur. I cannot tell you if we have your cats otherwise, my apologies,” she tells him, not unkind.

“Right, yeah. Let me get those for you then,” he says, chuckles. He scrolls back to the cursed message that had started it all, rattles off the IDs for both cats to the lady’s mild surprise.

‘you of course don’t have to, but always the cats like it better when they can be at home.’ He reads back now, wishes he had never ventured into the world of cat sitting and long-term pet boarding.

“I will have someone come out with your cats right away, monsieur Verstappen,” she says, taps away at the computer for a moment before the printer starts to spit out a stack of papers. “If I can just have you sign here, you will be all set.”

Daniel swallows down half of the coffee, scrapes his teeth over his tongue to mask the burn. “’course, I’m not Max, though. Just for filing purposes, I guess.” He says, scribbles his signature on the dotted line. It’s the same fucking signature that he would do on a hat or whatever the fans put in front of him, and it shouldn’t make him feel embarrassed, but it does. “My name’s Daniel. Ricciardo, I should be on the list though.”

The lady smiles, licks her finger to flick a page. “Certainly, monsieur Ricciardo.”

A man in his early twenties comes out, a cat carrier in each arm. He puts the cats on the desk and rattles off a report of their stay these past weeks, the meals they had, how they behaved, their moods.

Daniel tries to listen, makes himself remember enough that Max will be satisfied even if they didn’t also send out an update by mail every three days. The guy doesn’t stop talking, so Daniel nods along, pokes his finger through the grid and watches Sassy swat at it; Jimmy who gives him a polite lick.

Even if their names weren’t printed on the carrier, this would give them away. That at least he knows.

“Great, yeah. Thanks mate,” Daniel says and moves them down to rest by his feet. “Do I need to pay something, or will we get an invoice, or like?”

“Monsieur Verstappen has an account with us, so there is no need for that. He will be notified by mail. But I can offer you a receipt?” She says, and even she sounds unsure about the offer.

“Yeah, that would be good, cheers.”

The printer makes another noise, and one of the cats meows in response, the other quick to echo. She hands it over with a smile, and Daniel stuffs it into his pocket with a quick ‘thanks’ and picks up his cats to leave.

He’s lying on the couch later, Jimmy on his chest and Max’s latest voice message playing over the phone when he finally pulls out the receipt.

“You’re such a fucking spoilt cat, Jims.” He says, kisses his head.

Jimmy meows softly, bumps his chin with his head, so Daniel kisses him again, watches his tail flick in the air.

Yeah, alright, he thinks, maybe they do deserve it.

#max said cats were at a cat hotel on the team red line stream #and this was the only thing I could think of ...#maxiel #maxiel fic #my fic #my writing #fic

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storiesofsvu · 10 months

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Solace in Solitude Chapter 1

Emily Prentiss x reader (eventual) warnings: language, hurt/comfort, mentions of medical issues/trauma/injuries, obvious mentions of the episode "Lauren". fair warning: i'm doing minimal research medically for this fic, so for the love of all things holy don't be commenting or sending asks with unsolicited comments about how I got it wrong. I didn't go to med school, I only watched 19 seasons of grey's anatomy, alright? 😂I'm not saying everything in here is accurate lol. Anyway! here we go! let's start another adventure with Agent Prentiss.

It was your new morning routine, one that you finally felt you’d settled into, a quick breakfast and getting ready in your apartment, grabbing your lunch from the fridge before making your way out to the streets of Paris. The subway journey wasn’t far, you were lucky enough to live relatively close to the hospital, making your commute honestly, pretty enjoyable. You hadn’t been here long enough for things to feel mundane, most days it still kind of felt like it was a vacation, a trip you’d enjoy and be back home before you knew it.

You stopped in at a café a couple of blocks away, a coffee for yourself, a bag of assorted pastries for the fellow attending;s and another one to leave at the nurses station. You were fluent in French, having no issues communicating with any of the workers and that continued when you arrived at the hospital, a friendly ‘bonjour’ a quick ‘comment ca va?’ in the locker room as you changed into your scrubs, slipping into the role you played while you were at work. The one where you had been transferred in from somewhere else in Europe, where you exclusively spoke French and worked various trauma cases with the hospital. You wandered up to the nurses station wondering what today would bring, knowing that you really only had one long term patient, the most were overseen by doctors who had been there longer or they’d been discharged already. A few more greetings in French, a catch up on gossip and some jokes tossed between everyone before the neurosurgeon came up, tucking their chart back into the pile.

“Hey, your girl in three twelve is finally up.”

“What?” Your head shot up, eyes nearly wide, “really?”

“Well she’s not up yet, but they took her off the vent overnight.”

“She’s breathing on her own?” You asked and they nodded.

“No signs of neurological damage either. Looks like she should be in the clear.”

“Thanks.” You shot them a grin, picking up the chart as you wandered down the hallway to check on how your VIP patient was doing.

Emily felt her eyelids twitch before she was really aware of anything else, her brain slowly starting to wake up after being under for so long. She pulled air into her lungs with a bigger breath than normal and her throat hurt, her chest hurt, hell, everything hurt. She wasn’t quite sure what she last remembered, but a dull beeping and the smell of rubbing alcohol certainly wasn’t it. It took a while for her to finally be able to open her eyes, groaning quietly at the bright lights of the room. She knew lights like those, they belonged in hospital rooms, she tried to move her arm to shield her eyes and winced as pain shot through her body. Blinking a few times she managed to roll her head, looking around the room, it was definitely a hospital, a private room if she guessed correctly but there was something different about it. She tried to remember anything, her biggest memory was Ian standing over her, an elated smile on his face as all she felt was immense pain wafting through her body as it turned cold.

She winced suddenly at the memory of the table leg, as if she felt the original impact all over again and her other hand rose this time, gently palming at her stomach through her gown. She could feel stitches and she let out a low breath, her memories had happened, but somehow she was alive. She raised her wrist, squinting at the hospital band, trying to figure out how long she’d been here and that was when she got even more confused, the only thing she could properly make out was ‘Valerie Stewart.’ She felt her heart jump in her chest, had she been misidentified? A family thinking their daughter, wife, sister was alive and they would be disappointed when it was actually just her? She peered at the tiny print, trying to figure out the rest of it, it was somewhat recognizable but it was as if she couldn’t quite figure it out yet, like she’d known it in a past life.

The door suddenly opened, thought it shut quietly and she figured whoever was coming through it was someone who thought she was still asleep. It was as if she was still in a haze, you shot her a small smile and said something she recognized but couldn’t fully put together yet. It was like you were one of the adults on Charlie Brown, she registered the noise coming out of you but it sounded like gibberish. She watched as you flicked through her chart, reading the updates from the night before and adding in your own notes, you moved to check her vitals, adding them to the chart and suddenly there was a nurse in the room. The two of you made a verbal exchange and Emily felt like she had cotton balls in her ears, extremely frustrated with herself that she somehow couldn’t understand what was going on.

“Wh- where am I?” She finally managed to choke out and you glanced toward her with wide eyes. You shot her a look that she knew meant to wait, while you said something in fuzzy gibberish again, watching until the nurse had finally left and you sighed softly, replying to her in English this time.

“It’s likely your throat’s going to be sore for a few hours, you were intubated for quite a while.”

“Wait…you’re American?” She croaked, shifting so she could sit up and you jumped to her bedside.

“Whoa, whoa, let’s let the bed do the work right now.” You very gently pushed her shoulder back onto the bed, reaching for the remote to get her upright, “yeah, I’m from Boston.” You let out a breath, glancing toward the door again, “to answer your first question we’re at Saint-Louis Hospital in Paris.”

“Paris?” Emily asked, nearly wincing at the pain her side, at least her brain was slowly starting to realize why she couldn’t understand things at first. She’d woken up with her English thoughts, the longer she thought about it the more she was able to slowly able to translate things into French. “Why? How?”

“I am still not completely sure.” You replied, leaning against the edge of her bed, “I just know what came into my ER that night and what I was told after ward. You should be glad you’re recovering as well as you are Valerie.”

“It’s not—” She started but you cut her off with a glare and she practically pouted, pursing her lips.

“As far as I was told, your name is Valerie and you got in a bad car accident in Versailles, you were air transferred here for recovery.”

“What happened?” She looked up at you with such vulnerability that you couldn’t help but let out a soft breath, glancing to the door to make sure no one else was going to come in before you delved into the night that changed your life forever.

“Doctor Carter we have incoming!” A nurse called out and you let out a groan.

“I’m about to punch out, page your on calls.”

“I really think this one needs you.” They replied and you rolled out the tension in your neck, grabbing a gown.

“What’ve we got?”

“Late thirties, female, potential concussion or head injuries, likely broken ribs along with internal bleeding, impaled object to the lower abdomen. She’s already coded in the ambulance.”

“Alright, let’s get going. Set up trauma three, make sure we’ve got extra blood on hand and get an O.R clear and ready!”

You were quick to glove up, shifting right back into work mode as you basically ignored everyone who came rushing in at the same time as the patient except for the EMT’s. After a quick neuro consult you worked with your team to assess injuries before getting the woman down to the operating room. The next four hours were spent repairing her internal injuries with extreme precision, you’d had to remove her spleen, stitch up a portion of her stomach, and honestly pray that she would make it through both the surgery and recovery.

You let out a deep breath of relief when her stats were stable after closing and you could finally go home. You thanked your surgical team and finally pulled off the mask to make your way out of the hospital. What you weren’t expecting were intruders on the surgical floor.

“Doctor Carter.” A voice called out and you glanced up at a dark haired man in a fitted suite, a small blonde with him.

“I’m sorry, you’re in an authorized area, you can’t be down here.”

“We’re with the FBI.” He pulled out a badge for you to examine, “how’s she doing?” He glanced toward the room.

“She lost a lot of blood but she’ll be okay. We’ve got her stable.”

“So she’ll live?” The blonde asked, a quake in her voice and you nodded.

“Yeah.”

There was a small glance between the two of them and your brow furrowed as you saw your boss coming up behind them before the man started speaking again.

“We need you to back in there and do whatever you need to do to call a time of death on her.”

“Excuse me?” You nearly laughed, “I just spent hours saving her life.”

“And there are people out there who cannot ever know that.” The blonde commented with a tight smile, “they need to think she’s dead.”

“They need you to pretend she didn’t make it.” Your boss finally spoke, “you sign the death certificate, everyone in the OR thinks she’s gone, that’s it. I’m going to go in, disconnect a couple of things so they think she’s coding.”

“And after that?”

“Once she’s semi stable she’ll be airlifted out of here.” The suit informed you.

“And you’ll be going with her.” Your boss informed you.

“I’m sorry, what? I have a department to run here.”

“And she’s gonna need you when she wakes up.” The chief continued, “you’ve done years of doctors without borders, you’re the best trauma surgeon, you’ve got experience working PT, and you’re multilingual. I know this case just happened to land in your lap but it seems like there was a reason behind it. You’re someone we trust with something like this.”

“You want me to relocate, drop my entire life that I have right now just because of a random patient?”

“She’s one of our finest.” The blonde commented, struggling to keep her composure, “and we need one of your finest taking care of her so we know she’s okay, that she’s safe. The man who hurt her is still out there…”

“For lack of a better term from now on she’s part of Witness Protection.” The suit explained, “she’ll be given an entire new identity.”

“And me?” You asked.

“We can give you a backstory if you want.” The suit continued, “but you could also just tell people you’re going abroad again. We only ask that you don’t give out any details about where you ended up or what you’re doing, and you keep extremely minimal contact with friends or family back home. Her life could depend on it.”

“So..?” You glanced between the three of them before your boss spoke again.

“You call time of death. Then you have a few days to get your affairs in order, pack up your apartment, get ready for a new life. I’ll put in the paperwork to make it look like borders has called you back in on a last minute necessity, then you get on a plane.”

“I’m guessing I don’t really have a say in the matter, do I?” You glanced between the three of them before letting out a soft sigh, grabbing a fresh mask and looking to the chief, “okay.”

“What… does that all mean?” Emily asked, struggling over her words as she tried to clear her throat. You moved from the bedside to fill up a cup of water for her.

“Without a spleen you’ve got an increased risk of illness or serious infection and you’ll likely have a harder time recovering from them or injuries in the future, which is another reason we kept you under so long. We removed part of your stomach so if you have any plans on binging food, you’re gonna get sick, you had three broken ribs and one cracked one. I’ll have a nurse take you up to x-ray later to check on those, considering you’ve been immobile it’s likely they’re pretty healed already.”

“Great.” She grumbled, dropping back against the pillow.

“You’re gonna be pretty tired for a bit, in a couple of days we can see about getting you up and mobile, but certainly no strenuous activity until those stitches are out. You’ve been healing nicely so far. There’s going to be a lot of work to get you back to where you were but the main point is that you’re alive, and you’re going to be okay. I’ll be here every step of the way to make sure of that. I’ll have a nurse bring some food in, make sure that tv’s up and running, let them know if you need anything else.”

“My team?” She glanced up at you, confusion still etched across her features.

“The blonde and the suit know you’re alive, but I don’t think even they know where you are.”

“Oh…”

You paused by the foot of her bed, resting her chart on the table as you sighed softly, “listen… I know that this is a lot, and it’s probably even more confusing considering you just came out from anaesthesia and I really don’t have all the answers. All I know is that Emily Prentiss died on March seventh.”

“And that was…?”

“Three and a half weeks ago.” You scooped up her chart, “I’m Dr Carter, have someone page me if you need me, I’ll be back to check on you later. Welcome to Paris, Valerie.”

Emily watched as you gave her a tight smile before disappearing from the room and she sunk back deeper into the pillows. She let her eyes slowly shut, maybe if she kept them shut long enough when she reopened them she wouldn’t be here, she be back stateside, with people she knew, people she loved. The hope only lasted so long, an ambulance siren blared outside the window and she felt her body run cold before a shock jolted through her and she opened her eyes with a gasp, her heart racing as she glanced around in a blur. She took a heavy breath, trying to calm herself down as memories from that night started to creep back into her brain. Her hand came up to her mouth as she started to chew on her nail, she wasn’t even really sure what emotion was surging through her right now, or if it was some weird combination, thankful to be alive, heartbroken to have left her found family, and full of anxiety of suddenly being thrown into a life that wasn’t hers.

Lauren Reynolds was dead.

Emily Prentiss was dead.

Now it was her turn to make sure that Valerie Stewart didn’t end up the same way.

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mj-cash · 8 months

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rollinginthedeep-swan · 1 month

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RPG et anxiété.

Tw : Anxiété généralisée.

Encore un sujet qui va me stresser une fois publié, dont j'avais envie de parler sans trop savoir comment et, ce soir, je tente le coup. Parlons "relations" sur les réseaux/rpg et anxiété ! C'est quelque chose dont je souffre et contre lequel je lutte à peu-près chaque jour. Les pensées intrusives sont terribles, la crainte qu'un quiproquo débile plus encore suite à des évènements passés qui, j'en suis certaine, auraient pu être évités. Je peux me prendre la tête et réfléchir trop vite, trop longuement, sur des petits riens un peu insignifiants tout en craignant que certaines situations passées se reproduisent. Quand c'est comme ça, j'ai tendance à serrer les dents, attendre que mes craintes soient indirectement contredites et respirer de soulagement après en silence, et hop ni vu ni connu ! (Appelez moi la houdini du stress. Bon par contre, les maux de ventre sont un peu moins fun. ) L'objectif n'étant pas de me flageller mais ne pas empiéter sur l'espace des autres. Oui, c'est contraignant, mais mes troubles ne doivent jamais empiéter sur le loisir des autres. C'est mon problème, je suis suivie pour ça.

Néanmoins, tout ce que je peux dire c'est qu'il est plus qu'essentiel de :

Tenter de communiquer en cas de doutes. Et surtout, ne pas faire de suppositions qu'on valide par le biais de nos propres certitudes et rejeter une personne sous prétexte qu'elle n'a pas su communiquer une information selon vos propres critères. (on le rappel, les troubles dys, la neuAtypie, la fatigue etc... existent.) En discutant, on se rend très souvent compte qu'en réalité, ce n'est pas du tout ce qu'on pensait. On s'épargne ainsi un drame inutile - a-t-on vraiment le temps pour ça, btw ? (NON.) - et l’opportunité de, peut-être, renforcer des liens entre Rpgistes tout en mettant à la porte des comportements problématiques qu'on a trop longtemps laissé passer par le passé. (En évitant de mettre de côté des personnes sous prétexte qu'elles sont un peu différentes, au passage.)

Ne pas oublier qu'on ne sait pas tous forcément parler de nos doutes ou qu'on a pas toujours envie de le faire par crainte d'agacer l'autre, qu'on est des êtres humains avec une vie en dehors du RPG, de tumblr, de discord, et qu'on est désormais nombreux-ses à être plus qu'adulte avec une vie IRL franchement déjà assez compliquée. (Et puis bon, les étudiant-es et/ou les plus jeunes aussi ont le droit d'être crevé-e-s, et on connaît ni la vie des autres, ni leurs contraintes ou l'état de leur santé.)

On va pas le répéter - si - mais la bienveillance, vraiment, c'est un banger. À consommer sans modérations.

Pour ma part, je ne peux que conseiller aux personnes de venir me parler si quelque chose a été mal perçu. Et sentir sans avoir de confirmations, tourner en rond sur 'ce truc qui ne va pas mais impossible de savoir quoi', c'est quelque chose de profondément déstabilisant ?

En ce qui concerne la gestion de ma propre anxiété, je ne sais toujours pas totalement comment vraiment vivre avec, mais je le fais au quotidien et je suppose que je chaque jour, je me débrouille un peu mieux. C'est pas mes seules contraintes, néanmoins, les autres sont bien plus privées.

Bref, je sais pas trop si ce poste est bien utile ou sera bien perçu mais voilà.

Des bises sur vous,

Swan qui ne sait pas si elle va laisser ce poste ?

#twt #tw : anxiété #anxitey #anxiété généralisée #blabla #rpg #rpg community #communauté rpg

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ouiouibaguettt · 9 months

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Yellow

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ellie carpenter x reader

Y/N is the sister of Alexandre Lacazette here.

words: 2.8k

warnings: slight mentions of bad comments

→ two lovers in australia before the wwc2023!

→ inspired by yellow by Coldplay

Masterlist

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Look at the stars Look how they shine for you

Arriving at the airport after a 1-day flight. You took out the camera to continue the series of vlogs that you posts every day and which you started the week of the warm-up match against Ireland.

"Hey guys how are you today? Personally I'm pretty good-" you said before being cut off by your teammate Selma Bacha.

"She's only in a good mood because she's going to see her girlfriend again tomorrow" she said before catching up with Grace Geyoro and Viviane Asseyi to escape you.

"I mean she's right, I'm going to see Ellie again tomorrow." you say with a big smile before getting back on topic.

"Anyway, we've just arrived in Melbourne to get ready for the game against Australia on the 15th of July. Honestly, I think it's going to be a tough match, it's not at the same level as Ireland, even though Ireland had some very good players. So we're going to have to move our asses to try and win the match. I'll make a transition to show you my room at the hotel afterwards," you say before hiding your camera with your hand and turning it off.

And everything you do

Yeah, they were all yellow

Once you’re arrived at the hotel, and found out about the accommodation for the coming week, you were relieved to find yourself with Selma, your partner since the Olympique Lyonnais academy.

"Yes, Y/N/N, we're in the same room", Selma said, jumping onto your back before bringing you down to the floor with her.

"Yes I can read Selma" you say as you pushed her off your back to get up. Returning to the room, you take out your camera to resume the vlog. You put your hand back in front of the camera before taking it away to say.

"I'm back! So I'm going to show you the room," you say before starting to show the room. Once you’re finished, you dropped yourself onto the bed to conclude the day's video:

"Well, guys, that was our beautiful room, so I'll see you tomorrow with Ellie! Sel' do you want to say something?" you asked your flatmate, "Yes, hang on, I'm coming" she said.

*big thump*

"Sel' ça va?" you asked between two laughs, tears welling up in your eyes as the fall was so ridiculous.

"Ca va" said Selma, getting up and walking more calmly towards you. "Kisses guys, sleep well, don't forget to support France for the World Cup please, goodbye" she said as she climbed back into bed.

"You heard the boss, good night and see you tomorrow," you say, switching off your vlog before connecting the camera to the computer to post the video.

I came along I wrote a song for you And all the things you do

As a player living under the shadow of your big brother, you were used to receiving comments like "you're not as good as your brother", "stop playing football", "well, lacazette's sister sucks lmao", but that didn't mean you were happy to receive these kinds of comments. That's how you found yourself at 2am on twitter and Instagram reading the comments you received every day. These comments made you fall asleep at 5am.

And it was called Yellow

When you woke up, Selma saw that you were still asleep, which was strange because, apart from when you are with Ellie, you are an early riser. It was when she saw the phone in your hands that Selma realised why you still hadn't woken up. So she had the wonderful idea of surprising you. Selma walked over to your camera to start the vlog of the day.

"Hi guys, it's Selma, I know you were expecting to see Y/N/N, but she's still asleep, she hasn't had the best night, so to change that I'm going to call Ellie, because I know she's already awake, get her over here so she can wake up our favourite person. It's clearly a genius idea". She says as she picks up her phone and dials Ellie's number.

"Hey Ellie, I'm sorry to bother you but would you like to come to our hotel right now? Because I have to tell you, Y/N/N didn't have the best night of her life. She was still asleep when I woke up, with her phone in her hands, and I think she's been on the internet again to see what people are saying about her," said Selma, worried about you.

"Don't worry, you're not bothering me. Oh yes, why not, it's a good idea and it'll be good for her not to think about it while I'm with her" said Ellie, going back to her room to get her things, a Matildas tracksuit set.

"Okay good, and yes, I think so too. I'm going downstairs to let the receptionist know you're coming so you don't get turned away," said Selma as she started to leave her room and head for reception.

"Ok thanks, I'll be there in 10 or 15 minutes, see you later" said Ellie as she hung up.

So then I took my turn Oh, what a thing to have done And it was all yellow

Once Ellie arrived outside the hotel, she was immediately greeted by one of the receptionists. "Hello, what can I do to help you?" asked the hostess.

"Hi, I'm Ellie Carpenter, Y/N Lacazette's girlfriend, I've come to visit her. Her flatmate, Selma Bacha, told me she'd told you?" said Ellie, hoping she hadn't given the wrong information.

"Oh yes, I see, well Mrs Carpenter, your girlfriend is on the 3rd floor, room 312. Have a nice day" said the hostess.

"Thank you very much, have a nice day too" thanked Ellie before taking the lift to room 312 on the 3rd floor. Arriving at the door of the room, Ellie took out her telephone to warn Selma.

to Selmama

I'm at the door

By the time she had put her phone away, the door opened and Selma Bacha was overjoyed to see her Lyon team-mate here.

"Ellie" Selma shouted in a whisper as she came to give her a hug.

"Thanks for coming" she thanked her quickly before letting Ellie into the room.

"No worries, you know I'd do anything for our favorite person" Ellie said with a heart filled look on her face.

"Oh that's lovely an digusting at the same time" said Selma smiling before resuming her sentence.

"So, you've got the key card on Y/N/N's bedside table if you need it, I'll go with Grace, Kenza and Viviane. Have a nice day, lovers." she said as she closed the door. Now alone, Ellie took off her shoes, then went straight to your camera to resume the vlog, "Hi everyone, this is Ellie, my moment of glory is going to be short as I'm just going to film myself waking Zoe up" she said as she placed the camera on a piece of furniture so that it was well positioned.

Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful And you know, you know I love you so

"My love, wake up" said Ellie as she sat down next to you and stroked your cheek.

"Hmm Ellie, what are you doing here, let me sleep, I'm so tired. Give me your jumper im cold and i miss you" you grumbled as you pulled the duvet up over your face.

"I am here because Im worried about you and because I love you. Now do you want my jumper?" asked Ellie.

"Yes please give it to me, and no need to be worried i just read those comment last night and I shouldn't have done now cuddles please." you say holding out your hands at her like a baby.

"Argh Ellie your jumper's all yellow" you complained girl.

"Don’t do it again baby you are an excellent player okay? So I have to take it back?" questioned Ellie.

"No, I'm only going to wear it because it's got your scent on it and I missed you, come on come here i ant cuddles please" you say as you put on the famous yellow jumper and grabbed Ellie by the waist to lay her down beside you.

"I missed you too," said Ellie, putting her hand on you cheek to draw you into a kiss.

You know I love you so

After spending the morning in bed, our lovebirds got up and got ready, although you preferred to keep Ellie’s jumper, to join Caitlin Foord, and Sam Kerr at a restaurant for lunch time. When they got there, you were greeted by whistles because of the yellow clothes you were wearing.

"That's the last time I wear yellow for you Els" you say with your cheeks flushed.

"Don't say that, yellow suits your tan" laughs Sam before saying hello.

"I'm going to leave again if you don't stop" you tried to intimidate the 3 matildas. Once the meal was over, the 4 people decided to go their separate ways, Sam and Caitin heading back to their hotel, and Ellie and you to your hotel, but before you could do so Caitlin turned round to say. "We'll be waiting for you in 6 days Y/N/N, I hope you're ready to lose", narrowly missing the middle finger you gave her.

I swam across I jumped across for you Oh, what a thing to do 'Cause you were all yellow

Having spent the rest of the afternoon lounging by the pool, watching their series, you and Ellie went back up to your room to enjoy a couple of hours together before having to separate for the next month.

"Why does all of your tracksuit are yellow? That colour isn't on your flag dude it's weird" you asked.

"I don't know it's not me who create your tracksuit, and- woah hold on miss, did you really call me 'dude'" said Ellie.

"Yes, I did, what are you gonna do 'du-'" you say before being cut off by two hands coming to tickle her on her hips. "AH- E-Ellie stop it please" you say with tears in your eyes and between two breath.

"Said you're sorry for calling me 'dude' im your girlfirend not your dude". she threatened you.

"I-Im sorry, now please s-stop it i can't take it anymore" you say trying to push away Ellie who had ended up on top of you.

"Ok, Ok I will stop" said Ellie but didn't take her hands off your hips.

"Why are you looking at me like that" asked the Australian, "Like what?" you replied.

"Like I've just tied up all the stars in the sky" replied the blonde.

"You're the most beautiful star" you say with a cheeky grin.

"Okay softie come here now" replied Ellie drawing you into a kiss before resting her head in the crook of your neck.

I drew a line I drew a line for you Oh, what a thing to do And it was all yellow

When Ellie left, you noticed that she had forgotten to take her tracksuit jacket, so you took out her phone to tell her.

to Baby Aussie You forgot your jacket x

from Baby Aussie I know, I did it on purpose because I know you love yellow, and my stuff so it’s gift xx

to Baby Aussie I hate you, but thank you, I love you!! xx

from Baby Aussie I love you too baby xx

Resting your phone on your stomach, you couldn't help but feel butterflies in your stomach at the thought of having Ellie's jacket with you for the next few days. When it was time for dinner, you had barely got out of the shower so you grabbed the first clothes you could find before putting them on and hurrying down the stairs so as not to be late.

"Nice jacket, Y/N." Grace told you, laughing along with Viviane and Selma.

"I didn't know you'd changed nationality" said your coach as he left to sit at the other coaches' table.

"Huh?" was the only thing you could reply before looking at your clothes, it was when you saw the Matildas jacket that you understood her team's jokes.

"Leave me alone" you say as you sat down next to Selma who was filming the scene with Amel and Wendie, all posting you in Ellie's jacket, and mentioning the two of you in a instagram’s story. You decided to repost it with "I look good in yellow don't I", before switching off your phone.

And your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful And you know, for you, I'd bleed myself dry For you, I'd bleed myself dry

from @elliecarpenterr yes yellow looks good on you, but my jacket looks even better on you!

from @elliecarpenterr at least the fan are going to be happy with this content.

You saw Ellie's instragram messages as you went back to your room, so you decided to reply quickly before getting ready for bed so you could be in shape for the first training session of the week. At the end of the first training session (which was more of a muscle warm-up) of the day, you joined your foursome before going to the table for lunch.

"Are you worried about the Australia game?" asked Selma as she bit into her apple.

"Honestly, yeah, they're monsters mate" said Viviane as she scrolled through tiktok.

"Yeah I agree with Viv, Sel" said Grace as she played subway surfers on her phone.

"Yeah same as the other two, from the keeper, to the striker this team is amazing" you say watching Grace play and laughing at the tiktoks Viviane shows you.

"Fuck, I forgot to post my vlog yesterday! Never mind, I'll continue it for a while before posting it tonight," you say, slapping your forehead. You ran back to your room to get the camera before turning it on and picking up the vlog where you left off.

"Hi guys, day 3 in Australia, Melbourne to be precise, yesterday I got to spend the day with Ellie as you've seen our stories, today however it's training for Friday's match" you say as you sat down next to Selma.

"This morning was pretty easy, because it was weight training to strengthen and warm up our muscles, and this afternoon it's little games and matches. Selma, any comments on this morning's warm-up?" you asked, pointing the camera at Selma.

"It was fun, there was a good atmosphere," she said before returning to her apple.

"Thank you Selma, Grace and Viv, how did you find this morning's session?" You asked the two other players in front of you.

"It was cool", "It was exhausting" said both of them at the same time, while you showed yourself to the camera with a face filled with terror at the fact that both of them had spoken at exactly the same time.

"Wow that was weird don't do speak at the same time again please" you say before you had to say goodbye to your vlog as lunch break had just finished.

"Well, the break's over, so I'll see you later," you say as you turns off your camera.

It's true Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for you Look how they shine

Unfortunately you couldn't finish the afternoon's training session because of a sprained ankle, so you'll have to miss the match against Australia and the 1st World Cup match against Jamaica. You were on one of the sofas in the hotel lounge, in your Olympique Lyonnais shorts and ellie's yellow jumper, when you decide to finish the day's vlog.

"I'm back earlier than planned, I've sprained my ankle so I'll be away for at least 2 weeks, and yes I can see you coming, yes I'm still wearing ellie's jumper because I miss her and it smells like her. So that's it for yesterday's and today's vlog, be well, be good, big kisses to you tomorrow" yoou say before quickly publishing the video and falling asleep on the sofa in the yellow jumper.

Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And all the things that you do

#ellie carpenter #ellie carpenter x reader #matildas x reader #matildas #olympique lyonnais

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touteslespetiteschosess · 5 months

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Love To Hate Me || Kylian Mbappé

Chapter 5 : It's Complicated

Plot: Just as y/n's feelings toward Kylian are starting to change, the team return and a contract changes everything.

Word Count: 2569

Masterlist Chapter 4

Easily, she slid out of her car, looking him straight in the eye and folding her arms over her chest. She wore a straight-legged, neatly ironed, black pantsuit, her hair, as always, slicked back into a low bun. As usual, she wore her high, jet-black heels, and flicked one leg in front of the other.

"Good morning, y/n," he smirked, leaning against his car.

She frowned, shutting her car door and locking it, "Kylian."

As she headed inside, he chased after her, asking as he caught up, "How was your date?"

"I... didn't go."

"What?" he laughed loudly, "You stood him up?"

"No, I just said I needed a raincheck."

"Because of the coffee... on your tits?" he asked, his face entirely serious.

She slapped his arm, "Kylian!"

He glanced down at her, as she grinned to herself, "What? Your words, not mine."

Affectionately, she shook her head, "My accidental words."

"What does that even mean?"

She glanced around, "Why's the car park so busy today?"

"Kylian Mbappé fan convention?"

"Nice joke. Really witty."

He was silent for a few moments, as they walked into the building's reception. Suddenly, he asked, "Why did you cancel your date?"

She laughed, "Don't make me say it again."

"Well, I don't believe it was really because of the coffee... on your tits."

She frowned at both parts of his sentence, "What are you implying, Kylian?"

He shrugged, "I'm not crazy, I know what you wanted last night."

"To wash the coffee off my dress?"

She watched as he licked his lips, shaking his head, "And you knew what I wanted."

"Past tense?" she hummed.

"Nope."

Her feet ground to a halt and she gazed up at him; it took him a few moments to realise she wasn't at his side. He hesitated, glancing back at her, trying to read her expression. She looked confused, a little hurt, maybe, or was it pain? There was a difference.

"Kylian?" a voice calling down the corridor broke the heated eye contact between them.

She glanced over his shoulder and her eyebrows quickly knitted together at the sight of Enrique approaching them. Shit. The team came back to training today. How could tat have slipped her mind?

"Luis, comment ca va?" she asked, stepping in front of Kylian, taking control of the situation.

"Trés bien." he glanced between the pair, folding his arms over his chest, "Is there something you two need to tell me?"

Her mind snapped back to last night; his hot breath brushing her skin, smattering goosebumps up and down her neck. His lips had been so close to grazing over hers, his strong arms trapping her against that door.

Surely her cheeks were flushing red right now.

How did Enrique know?

Before she could gather her thoughts, Kylian quickly answered, "No."

"Really? Because I'm not quite sure why you're here today, Kylian, unless you two have sorted out some sort of contract between you?"

"I'm here to train?" he frowned.

"Well the first team are training today, so you're not welcome."

"Are you joking?" he scoffed, "Are you fucking kidding?"

"Kylian-" y/n tried, softly.

"No! This is a joke! Do you know how much you're paying me for this day off?"

"Go home, Kylian."

"Merde." he spat, spinning around and walking the other way.

She chewed on her lip, deep in thought, as she watched him march off. Luis' voice snapped her out of it, "How have things been without me?"

"Stressful at first but the press storm has calmed down."

"And how's Mbappé been?"

"I'm not too sure, I've just been locked up in my office." she shrugged, only half-lying.

Really, she hadn't gone out of her way to see Kylian, and she hadn't really spent all that much time with him. Then again, the few moments they had shared had played over and over in her mind, as though she'd simply been reliving the moments for the past two weeks.

"Really? Because you two looked quite friendly there." he hummed.

"Did you not see the stunt he pulled, posting that photo with the loft? I've just been trying to keep tabs on him."

"Good. He's unpredictable. I need you to predict him."

"Well, I've kept him quiet enough the last week, haven't I?"

He smiled at her, "A week, y/n. Only a week."

"Rome wasn't built in a day."

"I should get to training. Liaison with the media team, see if they've edited the videos from the tour for me, yeah?"

She nodded and as the coach turned to leave, she called, "Luis." he glanced back and she hesitated, "Are you in talks with Kylian?" When he didn't respond, she prompted, "You know, for a new contract."

"We'll meet about this later." he declared, marching off.

What did that mean?

She got on with her work, finding herself instinctively glancing out at the pitch every five minutes, though of course, Kylian wasn't there. She had a few meetings, one with her team to recalibrate after they'd been away for so long.

Eventually, Luis' assistant knocked on her door, asking for her to come to the boss' office. When she entered, Luis' desk was coated in papers, as he read over one sheet. Another man sat in one of the two chairs on the other side of Enrique's desk. At the sound of the door opening, they both looked up at her.

"Miss y/l/n, come on in. Have you met Mr Al-Khelafi?"

Her heartbeat picked up and she held her hand out, feigning confidence, "I don't believe I have."

The man stood up and she gazed at his neat suit, which was probably worth more than her previous salary. He shook her hand firmly and they exchanged pleasantries before she sat in the other seat.

"Now," Luis began, "we have received an offer for Mbappé from a Saudi-Arabian team, Al-Hilal."

When neither of the men went to say anything more, she nodded, "Okay?"

"A significant offer, to the value of three hundred million in signing fees alone, and much more for Kylian during his time over there," Khelafi explained.

"Okay. Do you want me to publicize this? Has he agreed to the contract or-"

"No, he's not exactly agreed. We need you to release the information... discreetly."

"You need me to leak it?"

"Not exactly. Well, yes but-" Luis tried to explain, "Kylian has been a little resistant to the offer and this offer is the best possible outcome for both of us."

"Aside from Kylian, who has to leave his family, and move to Saudi Arabia."

"For almost a billion euros in a single year." Luis pointed out.

"Have you even had discussions with him yet though?"

Khelafi frowned, "I pay you to do as I say and not to question it, Miss y/l/n. I expect it out tomorrow morning. That will be all."

Did he seriously just dismiss her? It's not even his office! Well, it was in the sense that he paid for the building and everyone in it but this was Luis' office.

Smiling politely, she left the room, refraining from rolling her eyes until she was out. Luis' office was near enough to the pitch and she needed to speak to one of the photographers who was currently out there anyway.

He was on the pitch, snapping photos of the training session. She tried to signal his attention from the sidelines. When it didn't work, she hesitantly strolled onto the pitch.

Out of nowhere, a ball flew in her direction, hitting her smack in the side of the head. She let out a loud curse, her hand flying up to clutch the side of her face.

"Shit, are you okay?" a man called out, running toward her.

She glanced at him and immediately recognised him as Hakimi, one of the first team's defenders. Dembélé followed behind him, trying to stifle a laugh.

"A pretty girl walks onto the field and you have to boot the ball into her face immediately?"

"Sorry! I'm sorry! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she muttered.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, weak kick anyway." she joked.

Ousmane cackled loudly, slapping Achraf's arm; the defender's face dropped and he asked, "Sorry, who are you?"

She smirked, holding her hand out, "Y/n y/l/n, head of PR."

"Oh." he shook her hand.

"Why are you on the pitch?" asked Ousmane.

"I'm looking for Sebastian." she glanced at the photographer, "Sebastian!" she called to him.

As the photographer approached them, Achraf watched her before suddenly blurting, "You're Kylian's friend, aren't you?"

She furrowed her brow, "Um, I don't think so?"

Achraf just hummed and she was about to question him before Sebastian, the photographer, spoke up, "Did you need to see me?"

"Yes, where did you upload your photos? Marcus can't find them."

As she and Sebastian spoke, Ousmane and Achraf watched on,. Ousmane asked, "So, who is she?"

"The girl Kylian won't shut up about."

All it had taken was one phone call. Y/n had made one phone call and every sports newspaper worldwide was plastered with four words: 'Mbappé's €300 million deal'.

She sat on her sofa, a bowl of pasta in her hands and her laptop open, scrolling through an article on the Al-Hilal offer. Faint honks and shouts sounded from the city a few stories below her but her apartment was quiet. Her window was wide open, letting in a breeze, a feeble attempt to cool the stifling room. Occasionally, the papers scattered across her coffee table ruffled with the draft.

Three loud bangs on her door snapped her from the article. Shovelling one last mouthful of pasta into her mouth, she started for the door. She was still chewing her food when she swung the door open. Her mouth stopped moving at the sight of Kylian Mbappé in her doorway, steam practically blowing out of his ears.

"Are you fucking happy? Are you and Enrique gonna go out for a meal in celebration?"

She gulped, swallowing her pasta, "Kylian?"

He shoved past her into the apartment, "What's your problem with me? I thought we were becoming friends!"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

He didn't say anything for a while, just glared at her. Only now that he'd stopped yelling did he take in his surroundings. Her apartment was a mess, not what he'd expected from such a seemingly put-together woman like her. Papers were strewn on every available surface and dirty dishes were piled up in the kitchen. The place was pretty small, an adjoined kitchen and living room with a shabby couch. Two doors led out of the room, one was open, showing her bathroom. The countertop was coated with makeup but other than that it was fairly clean. The other door was closed; he presumed it led to her bedroom.

His glare landed back on her, "Don't lie to me!"

"Kylian, how many times do I have to explain that I have a job to do? How hard is that for you to understand?"

"Yeah, that doesn't mean you have to fuck me over. You didn't have to do that."

"I was doing what I was told!" He shook his head and she sighed, "What do you want, Kylian? I want to help you but I don't understand you!"

"What do you mean?"

She didn't reply. A beat passed, then another, and her gaze softened, quietly asking, "Are you going to Qatar, Kylian?"

"Why would I tell you?"

She shrugged, "I thought we were becoming friends."

He scoffed but then glanced down and back up at her, "I don't want to live in Qatar."

"Not even for 300 million?"

He wandered over to her sofa and sat down, deep in thought, before he slowly said, "I don't know, y/n." he hesitated, "Would you miss me if I left?"

"I've known you for like two weeks." she said, "I suppose I like having you around."

"Wow, thanks." he scoffed.

"Would you miss Paris?"

"Of course, this is my home. My family's here, I grew up here, and this is where my entire life is but I know it won't last forever. I have to leave at some point."

She still stood behind the sofa and when she didn't reply, he glanced back and watched her for a few moments. "Why are you looking at me? I can't make this decision for you."

"No, but you can give me a reason to stay."

She paused. Only now did she notice that the city was quiet. For the first time since she'd arrived here, the streets faded into nothingness, as if her little box of an apartment was suspended fifty feet above a vast countryside. She swore the air was hotter than it had been before, a hot flush settling over her entire body.

"I think I could only be a reason to go."

She folded her arms over her chest and glanced at the hard wood floor. He frowned, "Well, I need something to tip the scales either way. Whatever happens I'm the bad guy."

She rolled her eyes, "You aren't the bad guy."

"I go to Qatar, I'm a money hungry wasted talent. I stay here, I'll never reach my potential. That's what they'll say."

"Who cares what they say?"

"Me, clearly. I'm here in your living room, aren't I?"

"I thought you just wanted to see me, chump." she teased.

He smirked to himself, "Maybe I did. Keep your enemies close, right?"

She rounded the sofa, stalking towards him, "Oh, so I'm your enemy. I thought we were becoming friends?"

As she perched beside him on the sofa, he laughed, "Don't make fun of me."

She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, "You know I'd never."

The touch of her hand seared through his shirt, sending his stomach in somersaults. Her soft eyes gazed at him, taking in every little detail of his appearance.

"Tell me to sign the contract."

His words were all but a whisper, staring deep into her eyes. Only a few seconds passed but it felt like years. Eventually, she let out a quiet, "It doesn't matter what I say. You'll sign it."

"Will I?"

"You'll be gone by the end of the week."

"Maybe."

She edged forward, closer to him, moment by moment. She could feel his body's warmth, wrapping around her like a blanket. Her eyes flicked down to his lips, then back up to his eyes, ever so quickly, but not at all subtly.

"Do you ever think about me?" she whispered.

He hesitated, his lips parting for a moment before he replied, "More than I want to."

And just like that, his lips were on hers, his rich scent driving her insane. His strong hand found her hair, holding her face closer to his. Her hands rubbed up and down his back and her lips parted, allowing his tongue entry. As his tongue explored her mouth, his hands did exploring of their own, tracing a line down her spine, making her shiver. His hand toyed with the waistband of her joggers before sliding beneath the material, grabbing desperately at her peachy ass. As he did, she let out a small moan into his mouth, her grip on his shoulders tightening.

Suddenly, she pulled back, gazing longingly at his face, "I'm going to regret this, aren't I?"

"I'm leaving anyway. We've got nothing to lose."

That was all she needed.

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