#kylian mbappé x oc
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une journée a trois ➻ k.mbappe
summary – they had always been two. but now that they were about to be three, they were starting a new journee. the path of parenthood. ah, the joy of pregnancy
pairing – kylian mbappé x amara imani (oc)
warnings – a somewhat detailed description of childbirth, pregnancy, mentions of morning sickness, labor, breastfeeding
word count — 10.1k
author's note – i guess this is my last official chapter for the mon amour series before i am officially starting my trent fic and the first spin off to this series. i will also be taking mon amour to wattpad where i'll add some more social media since here it came a bit short. there will be a lot of redecorating for my fics in the next time. as a heads-up: i don't know anything about childbirth, my entire knowledge is from google so i am very sorry if i got something wrong. hope you enjoy <3
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it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. she liked to have her life planned out to the finest detail. she wasn’t organized to the smallest but she liked to live her life in a certain order. so this was not supposed to happen now. there was no in-between for her situation. either women were happy or their lives were destroyed right now. and yet she found herself between the two scenarios.
she had been careful. she had put her career first and it had worked in every damn relationship she had ever had (which had not been a lot). she had made it clear that the success of her career was the most important thing and after the whole evan fiasco, she had sworn to herself that no matter how many times she fell in love, she would never lose sight again of her priorities. and it had worked till now.
it was a small mistake that led to her situation now. a moment of a certain emotional weakness that was the reason why she found herself in the bathroom on the floor with her back leaning against the bathtub as she stared into nothing.
kylian had introduced her to a new world of love. one where longing became sometimes too hard and the moment they found each other again, all rational thoughts were thrown out the window. he had shown her what love really felt like and that it was so much more than just endless fights and screaming matches. so… of course she had lost sights of her priorities and acted after her emotions when her heart had missed him too much.
her situation resulted from a sudden stay in the same city. he had been there to play an important match, she had two nights in that same city to tour and overwhelm her fans with her music. it had been three months that they hadn’t seen each other in person so the moment they had known they were at the same place, all sane thoughts had been thrown out the window. they had missed each other too much to even think about anything else than be close again. feel the other again. and now, not even two months later, she found herself on the floor in the bathroom with a stick in her hand. a small piece of plastic that held the weight of the world. two small blue lines that seemed to throw everything out of order. there seemed to be life growing inside of her now.
she wasn’t crying but rather staring into the air. her eyes held no emotion as she held the positive test in her hands. somehow it didn’t seem to set in that she carried life now in her body. that someone was breathing inside her and had their own heartbeat. it appeared surreal to her. the realization that one of her biggest fears had become true.
amara didn’t fear his reaction. that was probably the least of her problems. he had always expressed his desire for children, no matter at which point in his career he would be. he would support her, no matter what. she was the problem.
there had been warnings for this situation. women with so much potential that had been destroyed or ruined because of a child. and it wasn’t just an empty warning. she had seen it with her own eyes. linda, evan’s mother, had been the proof she had needed. a beautiful woman, beautiful and intelligent — a cunning lawyer who was at the peak of her career. but her pregnancy had ruined her and had turned her into a housewife. the vision, evan had always had of her. being pregnant just before she was about to start the second leg of her tour was the most unfortunate moment, this little gift could have come. it threw all plans out of the window.
she absolutely did not want to become one of those women who were at the peak of their career and then got it ruined by an unplanned pregnancy. it was her biggest fear. especially because she was living on the high of it at the moment. everything was going well, — she was breaking record after record — and now everything was about to stop. because she knew she would never bring it over her heart to kill the small human that seemed to be growing in her. it was a part of her now. and she could never take that decision alone.
time passed and she still found herself in the same position, her mind still processing the news. she didn’t notice kylian coming home from training and calling her name. her senses picked up his smell and noticed his presence but her brain felt disconnected to the outside world. her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting and complicated thoughts she just couldn’t work through.
if he was surprised to find her in the bathroom, he didn’t show it. kylian called her name but there was no response except an occasional small hum. the room felt smaller and the atmosphere was uncomfortable with the big news looming over them.
“cherié, tout va bien?” he asked her softly, eyes filled with worry as he kneeled a bit down and remarked how hers seemed to just stare into nowhere with a numb expression in them. she didn’t find the strength in herself to say her fears out. it was paralyzing her from deeply inside and forming a big lump in her throat that prevented her from being vocal. instead she only handed him the positive test, the two lines glowing dimly under the bathroom light. — honey, is everything okay
there was a confused expression on his face that turned into a mix of shock and slight happiness. but any emotion disappeared when he was met with her expression. “this is a surprise,” he said out loud and turned towards her. “are you happy?” his question hung in the air but she couldn’t find an answer.
“i don’t know. i don’t know what i’m going to do.” she admitted, her voice quiet. there was a certain nervousness and fear that underlined her voice, portraying the weight that she carried on her shoulders now. there were so many possibilities and challenges, so many hills and rocks they would have to climb now. she wished she was fearless like all the other women that were over the moon when they got the positive news.
“i was about to leave for a whole year. the second part of my tour is starting in a month. and now i’m…” her throat became dry as the lump became bigger. the words seemed stuck, as if speaking them out would actually make it real. “i’m pregnant.”
she didn’t have to say more for kylian to understand her. that’s just how they were. he seemed to comprehend that she wasn’t mad at the pregnancy. after all, she adored children. she was amazing with them and they both knew they wanted kids. she just feared the impact it could have on her career.
“je ne sais pas quoi faire,” she mumbled under her breath, her lips barely moving. “it wasn’t supposed to happen now. everything was going soo… well, i guess. i don’t want it to end. i don’t want to lose my career.” — i don’t know what to do
he let out a sigh, his back sliding down the wall as he sat down next to her. one hand still held the positive test while the other wrapped around his girlfriend’s waist, pulling her closer to him. “why would this ruin your career? you’re the most successful artist i know. nothing could ruin this now.”
“you’re supposed to say that. but you haven’t seen that pregnancy does to women. i don’t want my career to be ruined, not with the way the world treats women. how am i supposed to be a good mum and a successful woman in the music industry?” she shook her head and put it down on his shoulder, resting it there. she appreciated his efforts to comfort her but he was a man— they would never truly understand a woman’s suffering, no matter how hard they tried.
“we could stay home both if you want that. i take a break from football and i could be home for the both of you,” he suggested and amara looked at him incredulously. it was strange for her how he had accepted it so quickly already, that they were about to be three while she still struggled to comprehend the situation.
she shook her head firmly. “i could never ask you to stop for me. i know how much you love football. it’s your life. this is a me-problem.”
“une grossese n’est pas un probleme d’une personne. tu n'es pas seule. je te promets que rien ne va se gâcher. ta carrière est remarquable est elle le sera toujours. no matter what you do,” he consoled her, pressing soft kisses on her temple. “je t’aime tellement. mais ça, c’est ta decision et tu es la seule avec le choix. soo… are you happy?” — a pregnancy is not a problem of one person. you’re not alone. i promise you, nothing is going to get ruined. your career is remarkable and will be
— i love you so much. but this is your decision and only you can take it.
she shrugged, the unexpected twist in her plans still burning through her mind. she just couldn’t understand how there was a small human being growing inside her now. something that was breathing inside her. even though it felt unreal — and all at once she knew what she was going to do. what she would have to do now. her world would revolve around that little human being now. and she would do everything in her power to love that little baby that was living inside her. even if it the feeling of surrealism would never truly leave her.
maybe her mind should have adapted to it by now but it still felt disconnected to the situation. as if she was living two lives now. they hadn’t told anyone yet, preferring to keep it their little secret for the moment. especially because they still hadn’t settled in on the idea of getting a family addition.
kylian had noticed her struggles. how she couldn’t work around it. he would find her sometimes in front of the mirror, staring at her stomach. and even then it looked like she still hadn’t made her peace with the situation. amara had come up with several excuses why she had been going softer on training and why she avoided her pr for the second leg of the tour so much at the moment. kylian seemed to have calmed her down a bit about the pregnancy but the fears and rocks it would bring still hadn’t been overcome. even more when she still didn’t feel a thorough connection to the baby in her stomach.
the first ultrasound had been their reality check. that whatever they had been dancing around, was actually happening. there was a grateful look in her eyes when kylian grabbed her hand while their doctor applied the cold gel on her. it was terrifying for her to say the least. their nurse was friendly, nice — she must have sensed amara’s nervousness with the way she had been trying to calm the singer down. it had been risky getting an appointment but kylian had made sure to be extra careful. to make sure that nothing would come out to the press. the least she needed right now was for the time that should’ve been the happiest in her life to be without any media presence.
hearing the heartbeat was a sharp reminder that they weren’t alone anymore. the sound appeared to be precise evidence of life within her, the real confirmation for her pregnancy. it was a new experience for them, a new chapter that was starting soon in their lives. the impending parenthood that was installing its way into their life. several emotions were rushing through them as they made contact for the first time with their baby. and yet, despite the huge importance of the moment, amara’s emotions refused to truly correspond to the situation because of a missing connection between her and the baby.
she looked at the ultrasound screens, her eyes specifically fixing the point the doctor had shown them was their baby. she was registering the moment but struggled to find an emotional place for it. and it wasn’t because amara didn’t love the growing human in her body enough. there was no lack of love or commitment. her brain was just going into panic mode and refused to acknowledge the incoming changes. an automatic self-defense response from her mind who thought it needed to protect her. because even if she knew her career was good, it didn’t take away her fear of having all of that ruined.
as the doctor left them to offer them some privacy, there seemed to be just them now and the sound of a heartbeat. amara didn’t have to look at kylian to know that his cheeks were probably hurting from smiling so much. that his eyes were probably a bit teary from hearing the heartbeat of their unborn child. his hand found hers and he subconsciously intertwined them, his mind still clouded by all the emotions running through his body. she smiled at him, happy to know that at least he seemed to be able to form a special memory with the moment. for her, everything still felt surreal.
and the feeling of it did not leave her, not even in the night.
they were in bed, cuddled together under blankets when amara suddenly woke up from a slight movement. she turned a bit to look at kylian but her boyfriend still seemed to sleep peacefully. as she felt it again, amara looked down and found kylian’s hand on her stomach. casually laying there all protectively. and somehow, it was exactly what she needed to realise that it would be okay.
a small smile formed on her face and she put her hand on her stomach too. this was going to happen and she would be prepared for it. she wasn’t sure whether babies could already hear but it was stronger than her. the urge to promise her baby the world.
“i don’t know whether i’m going to be a good mum to you,” she began softly, speaking low to not wake up kylian. “but i can promise you, you’ll be in good hands with your dad.” she chuckled, the thought of kylian playing with a small mini-him or mini-her exciting her. “i’m sorry that you’re stuck with a mum who doesn’t know what she wants. but i’m trying. i’m trying for you… to be the best version of myself that you’ll need.”
they began slowly, the changes. at first barely remarkable and now they were plainly obvious. life seemed to radiate from her. she possessed a kind of positive aura around her that even the blind could see. she had truly grown into the start of her pregnancy as she entered her second trimester.
amara found herself balancing her life before and during her pregnancy. she had to get used now to the fact that her body was adapting for the small human being in her stomach and that it included good and bad changes. she had overcome her struggles with the pregnancy and the lack of emotion she had had towards it. now she suddenly felt overwhelmed but happy. nearly excited to start this new chapter.
she was four months pregnant and with that also came the first differences that made this pregnancy real. that made it more than just a statement on a paper. a small, noticeable bump had formed on her stomach — it wasn’t very big but remarkably enough that it had made them nearly cry when they had seen it. now kylian’s hoodies had become her go-to attire to hide the small curve on her stomach. his sweatshirts engulfed her completely, serving as a comfortable shield for her womb and a cover up. after all, they still hadn’t told anyone and the little human growing in her body was still their secret.
and just as she progressed into her pregnancy, so did the unfortunate changes like morning sickness or strange food cravings. instead of spending her mornings in bed, spooning with her boyfriend, she now found herself hung over the toilet as soon as the sun came up, with kylian holding her hair. he whispered sweet encouragements and gentle circles which was now a habit for them every morning as she finished her first trimester to enter the second. it was exhausting, crucifying even and drained her. the doctor had told them it would stop soon but she found no change. she would just have to endure it.
even worse were the sudden food cravings. eating had already become hard enough with nothing staying in her body but her strange food cravings made it ten times worse. strawberries were her first sacrifice that came with nurturing life followed by sushi and chinese food. now even the slightest smell of take-out food had her running to the toilet. it was hard and what made it even more hard was the fact that she couldn’t ask anyone for advice other than her doctor.
they hadn’t told anyone of the pregnancy. she had canceled the second leg of her tour without any reason other than the “personal reasons” she had stated in her statement. it had been a heart-wrenching decision, stopping to travel around the world and illuminate people with her music but it was necessary. another sacrifice for her new life she was entering. they had left the world — including their own families — in the dark as they chose to live in their small pink bubble, far away from the harsh reality. amara would never admit it but she was glad. grateful that she didn’t have to share what was supposed to be the happiest time of her life with the world. she wanted it to be their private little moment.
pregnancy did not only change the way they lived. it changed them completely. amara knew kylian loved her but he had changed his love language. he had gone from sweet words and giving gifts to affection and touching her constantly. it had started small, with small caresses on her back and intertwining their hands subconsciously to gentle circles drawn on her hands now soft strokes. and most of them were always centered around her stomach. it was his new way of expressing his unconditional love that was now not only directed towards her but also towards the tiny life growing inside her. they had adapted to parenthood together and it made her fall in love even more.
especially when he talked to their small little miracle when he thought she was asleep. it had started as small confessions towards their baby and had turned into full one-sided conversations now. it warmed her heart when she listened to him, heard how he expressed some of his fears — that amara found were completely unreasonable— and talked about how excited he was. no matter which gender their little bundle of joy would have. only they mattered to them, her, him and the small unborn baby. their bubble was complete.
but the couple knew that their bubble would burst soon and they would rather be the ones to do it than an outsider. after spending one month at home, shielded from the outside, she had decided to come out. and her first official appearance was no other place than kylian’s match. her parents had surprised her with a visit and both knew, they couldn’t hide it any longer now. they hadn’t exactly spoken about a way they would announce it but it was clear that they would have to share it with their families now.
along with her parents she was seated in their usual reserved spots for the families of the players, next to them kylian’s parents and his brother with his children. she played with kylian’s nephew, bouncing him on her lap while her mind wandered off to thinking about how it would be in a few months. when she would be cheering him on with their small bundle of joy.
their eyes met and she watched his smile grow bigger as he spotted her with his nephew — no doubt, the same image of her with their baby was running through his mind. again, there was an overwhelming sense of pride and excitement. amara turned to her mother, who had redirected a question towards her, wondering why her daughter was glowing so positively. and all she could do was grin. they would know later.
though later appeared to be very close as their secrecy came to an end with the opening score. he had hit a beautiful goal after dribbling his way through the penalty area and instead of hitting his usual celebration, he went for the ball. there were shocked gasps around her along with a roar of cheer when he ran around with the ball under his shirt and sent a heart her way. everyone instantly put the pieces together — after all there weren’t many possibilities what it could signify — and immediately they all turned towards her.
“don’t tell me…” her mother trailed off in shock and amara nodded, grinning widely.
“surprise,” she exclaimed, a cheeky smile adorning her face. she lifted the sweatshirt a bit and revealed her four-month old belly that she had been hiding for the past month now.
fayza immediately pulled her into a hug, kissing amara’s temple gently. “félicitation ma fille. oh je suis tellement contente.” — congraulation, my daughter. i’m soo happy
one by one, they hugged her, all expressing their felicitations. even the others that were around to support their player on the pitch threw a happy congratulations towards her.
“how far along are you?” her father asked her, pulling his daughter in for another hug.
she smiled into the hug, the feeling of home spreading through her body. “nearly five months now. i finished my first trimester a few weeks ago.”
“now it makes sense why you couldn’t go out with me,” alice realized and amara sent a wink in her direction.
“how could you keep this from us?” her mother asked in a shocked tone, looking at her daughter incredulously. “amaghị m ma m ga-akụ gị maka idobere m ya ka ọ bụ naanị nwee obi ụtọ. ihe a abughi ihe i zonari nne gi ada.” — i don't know whether i'm supposed to hit you for keeping it from me or just be happy. this is not something you hide from your mother.
amara shrugged. “it was our little secret.”
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amara.imani and k.mbappe
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amara.imani secret is finally out. the reason i had to cancel the second leg of my tour. i’ll back soon but in the meantime, baby imani-mbappé is coming
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liyah_clark the audacity to not tell your best friends that we’re becoming aunts
graceywood can’t believe she hid it from us 😔, i think we don’t mean anything to her anymore
amara.imani I APOLOGIZED ALREADY
amara.imani i even told you the gender, what more do you want?
username project mbappe is officially starting
username man really said, i’m starting my own mini-me
psg félicitation a vous deux ❤️💙
equipedefrance félicitation de toute l'équipe de france
username news of the year
antogriezmann félicitation mon frère
sza i can’t waittttt
kipembe3 la bébé de la team va avoir un bébé, trop hâte
paulpogba kyks le daron, qui aurait cru
cynthia_e so excited to become an aunt to this angel
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username i don’t wanna lose my (imaginal) wife
username omg now it makes sense why she was always spotted in sweatshirts
kehlani ohh i’m gonna be auntie kehlani soon 🥹
charles_leclerc new member to the amara imani squad
landonorris best news of the week
graceywood auntie grace is ready for her duties
liyah_clark auntie liyah and uncle charles report for duties too
username i’m not even mad anymore she canceled her tour
username fr, i’m too excited for this
achrafhakimi finally. it was so hard keeping it a secret and not telling you i knew
amara.imani how did you know?
achrafhakimi you never decline a glass of red wine
username omg they’re gonna be parents 🥹🥹
tchaga_ felicitations a vous deux. je vous souhaite le meilleur
k.mbappe 🫶🏾
the news had spread like a wildfire and even people who weren’t interested in the football or music industry knew that amara imani was pregnant. their names had been mentioned in every article for three weeks straight, wondering over the gender of the baby and when exactly it could maybe arrive. her phone was now silent everyday to drown out the constant vibrations of notifications. it was spammed with articles and posts mentioning her — everyone had something to say about her pregnancy.
even players she hadn’t ever interacted with had slid into her dms to wish her and kylian well. not to forget the french national team who had called to congratulate them as well. they had instantly launched a group call, to also include those who played overseas and wished their two friends well. everyone bombarded her with questions about the impending arrival of their baby — their new protégé as they liked to call it now. a warm feeling spread through her body as she thought about the way, their baby already had so many uncles that loved their coming bundle and would help them. they were a big family after all.
as she advanced in her pregnancy and her bump grew bigger, kylian also grew more protective around her. he didn’t allow her to lift a finger to do anything around the house anymore except go to pee. he cooked now and send his mother to drop off food when he was busy or away for a game. his chauffeur had now become something like their housekeeper, occasionally checking in on her when she was home alone. kylian had even hired her a personal shopper that would go shopping for her when she didn’t feel like online shopping. he was doing everything to protect her from doing too much.
and amara understood where he was coming from so she couldn’t even be mad at him. after their latest doctor’s appointment, where they had been told that there was a risk of giving birth prematurely, her own fears had reappeared again. they had never truly left her but now they were living in her brain again. her pregnancy had already been complicated with her uterus apparently refusing to grow to give the baby more space. she had been told it was a protective response of her body after a certain kind of trauma she must have endured — a trauma that her body now refused to live again so it took protective measures. she had been ordered two weeks of bed rest and after that, to do the most to go easy on her body. spare it from hard work.
seven months into what should have been the happiest time of her life and she found herself afraid of her own body and what could happen if she gave birth prematurely. she had worked through the fears concerning her career and now she would have to manage the fears of not being ready to give birth.
and adding to that fear that hovered over her now, pregnancy had also become harder for her. what had seemed to be a small curve before now looked like a midsized watermelon shoved into her stomach. the toll on her body became more prominent now — daily ingestions of vitamins, eating twice the amount of what pregnant women usually consumed — measures like that had become routines for her. she had been warned of a complicated pregnancy but none of what she had been told measured up to what she was feeling.
nonetheless, her pregnancy was also marked with good moments, happy moments where both just got ready for parenthood. moments that had put light on the situation they were living in at the moment. painting the room had been a day where they had created lots of memories they cherished. the singer had been visiting friends of hers who had been staying in the city of love and had come home to find kylian with a screwdriver in his hand while achraf was reading him the instructions for the crib.
“you’re supposed to put it like this.”
“i’m doing that. it won’t go in.”
the two hadn’t even noticed her arrival their focus laying purely on the crib. turned out, he had left training early and had dedicated the entire day to constructing the crib and getting the room finished. her heart had grown twice its size that day. there were so many memories they had already created in that room (looking past their messy make-out session because she was feeling horny) and painting the room of their coming bundle of joy was just an addition to that.
the realization of parenthood and their new addition to the family had somehow wriggled into their lives. during her first trimester, she had pushed the thought of pregnancy at the back of her head, hoping to procrastinate everything that concerned it. now she was excited for the arrival of their little bean and was planning each detail as finely as she could. they were navigating their way around it with the new flow of emotions they were experiencing. as she progressed and her bump became bigger, so got the question about the name their unborn child would carry. it was clear to both of them that their baby would not carry a double-name; they held no importance if the only place where they appeared was on official documents. they would settle on a single name their baby would be known through the world.
he had the entire world scream his name and wear it on their shirts to express their support for him, she had people sing her music all over the world and express themselves to it. both names carried big weighs all around the world and no matter which name it got, there would always be expectations that would have to be reached. yet she sensed that it was more important for him — the matter of the name. so they chose mbappé for their last name. but the problem of the forename still linged.
that’s how they found themselves awake in bed at four in the morning with the question of the name preventing them from sleeping (in addition to amara craving for tacos at two in the morning). they were surrounded by baby name books while their phones had websites for baby names open.
“what do we think of kylian mbappe jr?” he proposed jokingly, grinning at her as he stole another of her sweet potato fries.
she rolled her eyes. “of course, why not? and while we’re already at it, why not instantly start project mbappe and put it into the academy instantly after i give birth?”
he held his hands up on surrender. “it was just a suggestion.”
“a stupid one,” a small giggle left her lips as she declines his proposition. she was kind of glad that he wasn’t stressing so much about the pregnancy as much as she was now. one of them needed to be the easy parent and she knew it was just in her nature to be the stricter person.
“what about… malouanne ?” he read out loud from his phone which earned him a pillow thrown his way. “what? it’s a mix of the names marie, louise and anne. fits perfectly if you ask me.”
“as beautiful as the name may sound, do you want our kid to be bullied at school?” amara instantly retorted back, continuing to read in her book to find a name.
that was how they spend the night, searching for names that would fit their little human and create their identity. the question of the name was always a difficult one because somehow nothing seemed to fit. nothing was enough for their baby. they were looking for a name that just screamed their bundle of joy; that upon hearing it would immediately make them think of it.
“should we add a middle name?” he asked her, putting his phone down to look at her. his hand instantly placed itself on her stomach, stroking it gently. “should we give you a middle name,” he asked softly towards the stomach. a smile made its way on his face when he felt a kick at the spot where his hand laid and amara hissed slightly.
“i think we need a middle name,” kylian told her slyly. “our little bean clearly agrees with me.”
“they agrees on everything with you. i swear i have a daddy’s girl in my stomach.”
her boyfriend grinned at her, cradling her stomach. “well, they are their father’s child” his grin widened when he felt a kick again.
she shook her head in disbelief but knew he was right. bidding him goodnight and placing a last small kiss on his lips, she waltzed a bit around to find the perfect position to sleep in. with her belly growing, so did the matter of finding a good position to sleep in but the huge pregnancy pillow that kylian had bought her seemed to help. still it didn’t take away the ordeal of finding the position. she was nearly asleep, her mind already drifting away when kylian finally closed the books and turned off the light. his hand wrapped around her waist to feel closer to her as he got comfortable in bed.
she had nearly missed his suggestion, already dozing off when she heard his voice. it was barely above a whisper but loud enough to hear.
“i think ada would suit her perfectly as a middle name in case it’s a girl. the perfect mix of you. and you said you wanted to honor your mother.”
needless to say that she fell asleep with a smile on her face. one problem less now in what was supposed to be the happiest time of her life.
a sharp pain shot through her body. she had been seated on the couch, excitingly watching kylian play when suddenly all she could focus on was the feeling of agony that spread through her body. she tries to ignore it but it’s stronger than her. her hands immediately go down to hold her bump as she leans forward, pain rushing through her entire body and making it impossible to think. her mind is consumed with the feeling of crucifying agony and she can’t think of anything else.
as quick as it comes, it subsided again and she takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure— before it starts all over again. her first thoughts are that she’s experiencing preparation labor — the famous braxton hicks, that her doctor had warned her of and that she had been victim to during her seventh month. but this pain felt different. the match had been long forgotten as she found herself on the floor, tears starting to fall down her cheeks. her body felt weak, too heavy for her to carry to even try to sit up. the salty substance of her eyes had already started to stain the white carpet and she was able to taste her tears. her eyes travel around the room, as she looks for her phone and desperation fills her as she sees it on the other side of the room, charging. she tries to get up, to at least manage to crawl to it but another pain prevented her.
her eyes close, too weak to have them open as soft sobs leave her trembling lips. she’s wallowing in pain, hoping that someone will find her; that kylian will come home soon. she had always been afraid of giving birth in bad conditions, especially as she was early and her due date was supposed to be in two weeks. her arms wrapped around her stomach as she tried to comfort herself by whispering sweet encouragements, hoping that they would at least help her calm down a bit. but the pain did not leave her.
she doesn’t know how long she’s suffering in agonizing pain when she suddenly hears the apartment door opening and someone entering. pearls of sweat are running down her forehead as she’s compressed to the floor, her arms hugging her belly close to her. the solitude had amplified her situation, made it worse as fears had taken over her mind; the fear of having to give birth alone. and she couldn’t be mad at kylian. after all, the due date was supposed to be in two weeks and even that was much earlier than expected. she tries to ignore the pain and at least try to lift her head to see who just came in but the waves of pain that stream through her body are stronger. like electric waves rushing through her body and hitting her everywhere.
it’s his driver that gives her a bit of hope again when she hears his voice. he immediately rushed towards her, kneeling down as he took in the scene.
“i don’t… i don’t want to give birth..” she managed to croak out, pain preventing her from speaking clearly. her voice was filled with agony as small sobs left her lips. "je veux kylian.” — i want kylian
there was no hesitation, no time to panic or doubt. she was sobbing as she tried to catch her breath while he swiftly retrieved his phone to dial the emergency services. while his other hand held the phone, the other was softly stroking her back, hoping to transfer some solace to her. a bystander would have interpreted the scene in front of them completely different but right now, it comforted amara. calmed her down knowing she wasn’t going through this alone anymore.
he also called kylian but he soon realized it was of little avail, when his eyes caught the screen where the camera had just zoomed on the french striker. the feeling of desperation now seemed to have caught onto him too as he quickly grabbed amara’s phone to place another urgent call. this time to his brother who had not been selected for the match. their call was not very long, only sharing the most important details. his heart lightened a bit when he saw the sudden substitution of kylian. but the feeling of relief was as quickly gone as it came when his eyes fell on the woman next to him, who seemed to take the pain harder with every second that passed.
staying conscious started to become hard for her. she felt a bit of relief when the medics had finally arrived, instantly carrying her to bring her to the closest hospital. but he was still not there and it freaked her out. she couldn’t give birth alone. not without him. there was chaos around her, several voices as she was rushed into the hospital and yet her brain only focused on one thought: she needed him here. she had been put into a private room to not attire a lot of attention as they were aware of her identity. they had told her she would soon be ready for the next phase of this journey but she didn’t want to start it. not without him so even though her body was killing her, she held onto the pain till he would be there.
they tried to calm her down as her contractions intensified but it was to no avail. she needed him to be there and hold her hand. be her sanctuary to guide her through her fears. every reassurance that was spoken to her didn’t mean anything to her cause they weren’t whispered by his lips. she wanted him and no one else.
kylian had instantly run to the changing rooms to get his things as soon as he had been informed of the news. there was confusion at first, when he suddenly saw his number on the changing boards but the small explanation from his coach was enough to suddenly hug enrique and rush out as quickly as possible.
there was no time to care about any traffic rules. she was more important. they were what mattered now. short messages had been sent to his families to inform them of the situation before he ran into the hospital, looking to support his girlfriend during this important moment. he didn’t care whether he hadn’t parked right or how many speed limits he had crossed, all he wanted was to hold amara’s hand.
from the reception desk he had instantly been taken to her room where he rushed to her and engulfed her into a close hug. he had seen her in so many states before but this was new to him. unknown territory like each time he went to play on an adversary’s side that he had never crossed paths with. his heart hurt as he took in her appearance; her face scrunched together because of the crucifying pain, the sweat pearls that rolled down her face along with her tears and the small sobs that left her trembling lips. amara was truly in pain.
“t’es- tu est la…” she managed to croak out before another sharp flash of pain shot through her, making her scream in agony. — you’re … here
he wiped her tears from her face and pressed a soft kiss onto her cheek, able to taste the salty taste of her tears. his heart broke as he thought about all the time she must have spent here without anyone close to her and in pain. she had always been scared of facing labor alone, just the thought of it made her doubt everything but he had always been able to calm her down. promises had been exchanged when she had longed for the reassurance that no matter what came, he would always be there for her— in this moment. she would never have to go through this alone.
“je suis venu le plus vite possible,” he mumbled, grabbing her hand and squeezing it. hoping that the solace and feeling of warmth the act usually transferred would calm her down a bit. she cried again, this time though she wasn’t sure whether it was due to his presence or the pain that her body had to endure at the moment. — i came as quick as possible
he lifted their intertwined hands to meet his lips and pressed a kiss on it. “je te l’avais promis. je serai là.” — i promised you. i will be there.
she nodded, another contraction hitting her and preventing her from speaking. her body was overwhelmed with emotions; pain, fear. comfort all present in her body. a bit of solace had been found from kylian being there but the feeling disappeared when the doctor came in agan. when she announced that it was showtime and should have to push now. there was no going back, no time to have second thoughts. it was all happening in this instant now.
labor was hard. jolts of pain were shooting through her body in short periods and each time she had to push through them. she didn’t care if the entire hospital heard her screams or whether she was breaking kylian’s entire hand with the amount of force she was squeezing it. she couldn’t see anything except pain. and what her desperate even more was the fact that nothing seemed to change.
the nurses and doctors were telling her that she was doing a fantastic job but she still felt as if she hadn’t even pushed once. as if nothing had changed. no matter how much she pressed.
“you’re doing so well ma belle,” kylian encouraged her as another of her screams pierced through the room. “you’re so close.”
“why doesn’t it feel like this?” she yelled out in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. she was hot, her forehead was sweaty and her body felt weak. she couldn’t push anymore.
“miss, you’re nearly done. we can already see the head,” their doctor tried to motivate her. “we just need two more big pushes.”
her surroundings drowned out as she gathered all the strength that was left in her body to push. everything around her became blurry, colors, shapes, persons. her mind was too tired to make her sight clear and she had no energy left anymore to try to focus.
“we need one last push,” they called out to her as she nearly broke down on the bed.
“i’m tired, ky,” she cried tiredly. her eyes barely open. she looked desperately at him. “it hurts so much. i can’t do it anymore. i just want this to be over but it hurts so much,” her sobs left her body and his heart ached as he listened to her.
“t’es la femme la plus courageuse que je connais. et je vais pas te mentir, je ne sais pas dans quelle douleur tu es. mais je sais que tu es la seule à pouvoir le faire. bientôt on aura notre bébé dans le main. one last push and it’s over, okay?” their eyes mirrored every emotion present in the room. the fatigue but also the exhaustion. pain but also love: there was everything. — you’re the strongest woman i know. and i won't lie to you, i don’t know what the pain you’re in feels like. but i know you’re the only one who can do it. soon we’ll have our baby in our hands.
amara nodded as she took a deep breath to push again. she’s clutching kylian’s hand with every last remaining strength as he continues to encourage her. the pain she’s feeling now was much higher than what she experienced the last five hours. suddenly she feels everything. as if her senses have been amplified. there was a sharp pain accompanied by an agonizing scream and suddenly there's a new voice in the room.
she’s asked to hold her arms out as kylian’s eyes fill with tears and all of sudden she’s holding her baby. their little girl. the joy of their life they’ve been dying to meet.
her eyes are filled with tears as the realization hit her. all the pain is suddenly forgotten, as if it never existed. now her body’s only consumed with happiness. she’s crying hysterically as her baby continues to let out cries. the sign of life. that everything was going well. she didn’t need to look at him to know that he was crying as well.
every of her muscles is feeling exhausted when they take their new child away to do its first medical care. kylian himself wasn’t one to often feel very emotional but when he had been asked to cut the chord that had connected amara and their bundle of joy for nine months. she’s finally here and he suddenly understood the feeling of surrealism that amara had told him about.
after the first checks had been done, their daughter had been placed into her arms again. and somehow she must have had still some liquid in her body as her eyes began to water again when she truly held her daughter for the first time.
“she doesn’t seem like a faith,” amara whispered, holding her daughter who was covered in a soft, fluffy, pink blanket. she had opened her eyes for the first time and again, a few years left her eyes when she stared into her daughter’s beautiful eyes. they had her eye shape but all she saw looking into them was kylian. she had inherited her father’s eyes. the fact that she could reference to kylian as dad now spread a new kind of warmth through her body.
“no. it kinda feels wrong,” he agreed. as he gently trailed a finger over her delicate face, he couldn’t help but fall more in love with the woman in front of him. he had always known that he would always love her, no matter in which reality they found themselves. and he had fallen in love with every one of her versions. and now he found himself falling for her new role. he had fallen deeply for amara in her role as mom. he couldn’t believe he had ever doubted. she was perfect. “what was the second name we chose again?”
“are you talking about anaïs?”
kylian’s smile grew bigger as he continued to stare at his daughter. he had learned the meaning of infinite love with amara but the term of unconditional love. it was this small human that taught him what it meant. what people were talking about when they talked about loving someone unconditionally. “yeah. i think she looks more like an anaïs.”
and looking at her, amara understood. she had stopped crying and was looking at her, as if she was taking in her new surroundings. she had been removed from the safe comfort of her mother’s womb and had now to get used to the outside. “anaïs-ada mbappe. welcome into the world.”
she pressed a soft kiss to her cheek before turning to look at kylian and both smiled. they had done it.
“t’es prête papa?” she asked him teasingly and motioned for him to step closer. “take off your shirt. it’s your time now.” — are you ready papa
she was tired. exhausted. there was fatigue written all over her face and yet her face still wore a smile as she watched kylian take off his shirt to have his first skin-to-skin with their daughter. he gently took anaïs out of her hands and sat down on the bed next to her.
he had her cradled against his chest, the warmth of his chest spreading was a connection between them. an expression of love sacred to only them. their phones were vibrating but they ignored it. only their little family mattered now. “salut ma princesse,” he whispered to her softly as she wrapped her hand around his finger. “moi, je suis ton papa. et je t’aime tellement.” — hello my princess. i’m your dad. and i love so much.
their tiny miracle was held in his warm embrace as time around them seemed to pause. no one else existed in their bubble that shielded them from reality going on outside. it was only them. and somehow, as they held their daughter in their hands, the idea of parenthood didn’t seem so scary anymore. amara fell happily asleep, knowing that they were going to do this chapter together.
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it was their first day at home. and with the first day also came the first night and the first cries.
it still felt so unreal to them how they had left their home as two and had come back with another person. their family addition that represented the proof of their love. putting her down for the first time in her room filled the air with a warm atmosphere. there was so much love around them as she placed anaïs in her bed after putting her to sleep. a small light of the nightlight they had bought cast a yellowish glow around the room, revealing a few of the fine details they had put into the room. their eyes did not leave their daughter, they were too much in awe of what they had created.
she’s woken up by anaïs’ soft cries in the night. a quick glance at the small clock next to the bed told her it was just one in the morning. she’s tired and every bone is begging her to stay in bed but her motherly intuition prevents her. turning, she saw kylian still sleeping profoundly next to her as she gets up to calm down their daughter.
“you’re hungry, aren’t you,” she asked her daughter in a gentle tone as she picked the small baby up and sat down with her on an armchair next to the crib. she thanked kylian’s brilliance for having had the idea of installing one next to the crib. “ça va, maman est là. maman va s’occuper de toi,” she soothed anaïs’ cries as she got ready to feed the little human in her arms. — it’s okay, mummy here. mummy is gonna take care of you
just as she had predicted, hunger had been the cause for her awakening as she watched anais latch onto her breasts, hands grabbing onto each side. her cries quickly subsided as the little girl got fed while amara tenderly stroked her cheek. she waited for a bit longer after making sure anais had burped and rocked her little princess back to sleep before joining her own bed again. she couldn’t even find it in herself to be mad at the way kylian was sleeping so profoundly, as if he hadn’t heard her cries. it was her first time experiencing motherly intuition and tending to her responsibilities. she placed a soft peck on his forehead before falling asleep again, her mind drifting away before she had even truly placed down her head on the pillow.
the second time anais woke up, it was kylian who tended to her needs. amara stirred, ready to get up but the french striker tells her to go back to sleep. that she was already exhausted enough and her body needed some rest. after changing her diaper, he instantly took off his shirt before picking up his daughter and putting her close to his chest. immediately her cries stopped when she felt her father’s warmth and comfort as his fingers gently brushed against her head. they stood in the same position for the next thirty minutes before anais fell asleep again, their small bond blossoming through moments like this. amara’s still heavily asleep when he slips back into bed again, wrapping his arm around her waist to find sleep again.
but his sleep didn't last for very long before they heard her cries again. this time though they had managed to find three more hours to sleep with the clock indicating that it was already eight in the morning. amara was about to get up to look after their daughter when kylian grabbed her hand, motioning for her to stay in bed.
“you went last time,” amara muttered tiredly, already looking for her slippers but kylian shook his head.
“go back to sleep cherie,” he interjected, putting a shirt on. “you need it more than me.”
“your holidays are over tomorrow. if anyone needs sleep it’s you.”
he shrugged, standing up and ready to go look after anais. “and you just gave birth a week ago. repose toi un peu,” he convinced her and she nodded, knowing it was useless to argue with him. she gave him a last kiss before closing her eyes again, fatigue instantly taking over. she didn’t know what had been the matter this time but since her cries quickly stopped at the sight of her father, she knew he had everything under control, her instincts could relax as she slept a bit more. — get some rest
she woke up to an empty bed the next morning. it’s the feeling of coldness next to her that managed to bring her out of her sleep even though she was still tired. she knows that kylian must be around somewhere with anaïs but she enjoyed staying in bed for the first time since she gave birth. regain all her forces.
there was an instant smile on her face when she saw her daughter in kylian’s hands while walking out their bedroom. her heart grew twice its size when spotted them on the sofa with kylian talking to her and anaïs having her eyes wide open. as if she was understanding or at least trying to follow what her father was telling her.
“regarde qui s’est réveillée,” he said softly to his daughter, noticing amara’s presence. “tu as vu maman?” — look who woke up
— did you see mummy?
“vous êtes trop beau ensemble,” she greeted him with a kiss as she sat down next to him and reached for their daughter. anaïs calmly got comfortable in her mother’s arms, not making much of a fuss as she got ready to eat. — you’re too beautiful together
she had a fond smile adorning her lips, looking at her daughter. this tiny human being that changed their lives around. even though she was only a week old, they could already recognize that she was her father’s photocopy. that she would be his except for the shape of her eyes. the one thing anaïs had inherited from her.
“t’es la femme la plus forte que je connais. je ne sais pas comment t’as fait. comment tu fais…,” he told her completely in awe which made amara chuckle. — you’re the strongest woman i know. i don’t know how you did it, how you do it
“et toi tu es l’homme le plus beau, magnifique de toute cette terre. no one i would rather have than you as the father of my baby. — you’re the most beautiful, amazing man on this earth
“she makes everything better,” kylian chuckled as he got up to prepare breakfast for them.
amara nodded, softly cradling her daughter while she breastfed her. her small little hands were placed firmly (as firm as they could be for a one week old) as she drank the breast milk.
“weird how i’m ready to go to war for someone i’ve practically known a week. and yet she’s the answer to everything.”
he understood that feeling better than anyone. if the world turned around him before, now his world turned around her. he was ready climb mountains, cross jungles or put the world on fire if it was necessary for his daughter’s happiness. he would do anything for her. “i love you two more than anything.”
his eyes held that famous sparkle as he spoke and amara leaned in to place a kiss on his lips. in the span of a week their lives had changed and they had been thrown into the world of parenthood. the one thing no matter how much one studied, there was never the perfect preparation. one would never know how parenthood actually worked out till they were parents. it was a new path to life.
amara and kylian had each other to overcome the hills and rocks that may have been put onto their way. anaïs was the confirmation of what they had always been. a family. their bubble was finished and perfect now. they had everything they needed.
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Chef's Kiss || Kylian Mbappé
Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x reader
Summary: A passionate encounter unfolds in the kitchen as Kylian comes home. You both share intense moments and proceed to the bedroom, leaving you both breathless and content.
Warnings: smut,cursing
As you stand in the kitchen, focused on cooking a delicious meal, you hear the front door open, and in walks Kylian, looking tired but happy to be home. He can't resist the sight of you in the kitchen, and without a word, he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You feel his warm breath on your neck, and a smile spreads across your face.
"Hey, you're home early," you say, leaning back into his embrace."Yeah, I couldn't wait to see you ange" he murmurs, planting a soft kiss on your neck. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, and you turn off the stove, giving him your full attention.
With a mischievous grin, Kylian lifts you up and gently places you on the kitchen counter. His hands move to your hips as he kisses your neck, and you moan softly at the feeling. "I miss this", he says looking in your eyes. Kylian's hands begin to rub up and down your legs, sending shivers through your body. You reach up and grab the back of his head, pulling him closer to you.
Kylian moves his hands up and begins to unbutton your blouse. As he works his way down, he pulls it off exposing your lacy bra. Kylian cups your breasts in his hands, rubbing them lightly, making your nipples harden against his palms.
You arch your back, pushing your chest towards him. Kylian slips his hands under your bra, and slowly removes it from your body.
He leans down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking it lightly. You close your eyes, letting out a low moan. Kylian switches between your nipples, leaving both of them wet with his saliva.
You push yourself against him, wanting more. Kylian slides his hand down your stomach, over your panties, and into your pussy. Your breathing becomes heavy as you start to grind your pussy against his hand. He starts to finger-fuck you, while continuing to suck your tits. You moan louder, and reach down to touch yourself. Kylian stops what he is doing, and looks up at you. "I want to taste you."
With that, he pushes you down onto the countertop, and pulls your skirt down. He runs his tongue along your slit, and you moan shakily. Kylian then moves his tongue inside you, fucking you with his tongue. You wrap your legs around his head, trying to get him deeper inside you. Kylian takes this as an invitation, and begins to thrust his tongue in and out of you.
He continues to eat you, until you finally come all over his tongue. He pulls away, and smiles up at you. "You taste so good amour," he says, licking his lips. You smile, and lean forward, kissing him deeply. Kylian picks you up again, and carries you upstairs to the bedroom. He lays you down on the bed , and yanks his boxers down to climbs on top of you. He kisses you passionately, and you can feel his cock pressing against your pussy.
Kylian slowly lowers himself onto you, sliding his cock inside you. You gasp at the feeling of being filled completely by him. Kylian begins to fuck you slowly at first, but soon speeds up, picking up speed. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you.
You can tell he is about to come, and you beg for him.Kylian grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, holding you still. You try to pull away, but he holds you tight.
You look into his eyes, pleading with him to let you go. He lets go of your wrists, and grabs your face, pulling you towards him. He moans into your mouth while fucking you. You stare into his eyes. "Fuck me harder Kylian!" you scream, and he does just that. He fucks you faster, and harder than before. You can feel your orgasm building as he grunts, and beg him not to stop.
"Please don't stop! I'm going to cum!" Kylian responds by pounding into you even harder, and you climax, screaming his name. After a few minutes, he collapses on top of you. He kisses you softly, and you lay there together, catching your breath. Kylian rolls over on his side, and pulls you close to him while grabbing your arse. "Fuck, that was amazing," he laughs.
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I’ll Take Care of You | Kylian Mbappé
Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x f.Reader
Warnings: none just angsty and some passionate kissing
Summary: Kylian is feeling stressed as the news that he will not be extending with PSG comes out. He seeks comfort in you.
A/N: Hello, everyone! When I got this request I absolutely adored the idea and wanted to get right to it. As always, please leave me feedback and don’t forget to reblog. I would greatly appreciate it. Enjoy, lovelies ❣️
The sun had long set over the city of Paris, casting an ethereal glow upon the Eiffel Tower as its lights illuminated the darkened sky. In the midst of the bustling city, a heavy atmosphere hung over Kylian Mbappé's lavish apartment. The young football prodigy, renowned for his incredible talent on the field, now found himself at a crossroads that weighed heavily on his heart.
Kylian had spent years with Paris Saint-Germain, captivating fans and leaving a lasting mark on the club. Since his arrival in 2017, he had steered his team to five Ligue 1 titles, secured three French Cup titles, and clinched the coveted Player of the Season award on four occasions. Yet, beneath the surface of success, a storm of discontent brewed within him. He felt betrayed by the club. He wasn't happy with the Mercato, he wasn't happy with the coach, and he was even less happy about practically being threatened by the president of the club that he would never be able to leave. The project that they tried to sell him was all a lie, leaving him consumed by frustration.
Paris was his home, his people, and his beloved city, and he never desired to depart its embrace. But his relentless ambition gnawed at his conscience, whispering that remaining stagnant would be a betrayal to the dreams of the little boy from Bondy who yearned to conquer all. The time had come to draw a line in the sand; he had reached his breaking point. Enough was enough.
As he lay sprawled on the couch, his gaze fixed upon the sprawling Paris skyline, an overwhelming headache descended upon him. It felt as though the weight of the entire world rested squarely upon his shoulders. The relentless media scrutiny only exacerbated his turmoil, incessantly hurling names at him and peddling baseless stories about his character (as if they even knew him), and practically harassing him on social media.
He was just so tired.
The young French captain longed for your presence by his side, but fate had conspired against him as you were working until 6 pm that day. Gazing at his iPhone, he saw that it was merely 5:30 pm, and a sense of dejection washed over him. With a heavy heart, he decided to text you, hoping that he could somehow persuade you to leave early.
Kylian: bébé can u leave early?
Kylian: tu me manques 🙁 (I miss you)
You: aww mon bébé 🙁 (aww my baby)
You: ouvre la porte je suis là 😘 (open the door, I'm here)
Surprised and filled with a glimmer of hope, he swiftly rose from the couch, his anticipation mirrored by the chime of the doorbell. A small smile spread on his fatigued face, as he felt a fraction of the weight burdening his shoulders dissipate.
Opening the door, he felt a sense of relief surge through his body as he saw your smiling face.
"Surprise, Kyky," you said, winking at him. Kylian didn't know what had come over him, but he felt his eyes welling up with tears as he pulled you inside, enveloping himself around you as he kicked the door closed. His heart weighed heavy, and he struggled to control his sobs, burying his face in your hair.
Surprised, you wrapped your arms around him, gently stroking the back of his head. "Mon bébé, what happened? Are you okay? Talk to me, mon cœur."
Hearing your voice only intensified his tears. He yearned to share his innermost thoughts, to unburden his soul, but he found himself unable to articulate the complexities of his emotions. The past few days had been gruelling for him. People knew him as a confident, self-assured individual, seemingly impervious to the world's judgments. He felt they took advantage of that side of him and perhaps his confidence enraged them. He felt that it was unfair that they used that to vilify him at every given opportunity. This time the footballer just couldn’t take it anymore, he had reached his breaking point.
You were filled with worry. Never before had you witnessed Kylian break down in such a way. Even after the heart-wrenching moments of missing a penalty at the Euro or losing the World Cup in Qatar, his composure had remained intact. However, the recent news of his decision not to renew with PSG had evidently struck a nerve far deeper than anticipated. You knew people wouldn’t take it kindly but you didn’t think it was going to be this bad.
"Shh, allez mon amour. Ça va bien aller. I'm here for you," you attempted to console him. Gently pulling back, you held his face between your hands.
The sight that greeted you shattered your heart into a million pieces. Kylian's face was flushed, his cheeks stained with tears. Seeing him in such anguish brought tears to your own eyes. "Ky...," you started, softly wiping away his tears with your thumbs. Shaking his head, Kylian pressed his forehead against yours.
"I can't do this anymore, bébé. Je suis tanné, putain," he cried, gripping your hips tightly, seeking solace and grounding himself in your presence.
"Je sais, mon cœur, je sais," you consoled him, gently guiding him to the couch as he lay down, his head buried in your lap. You caressed his head, your other hand soothingly rubbing his back, placing tender kisses upon his head as you whispered words of comfort.
Gradually, Kylian's sobs subsided, and he lifted his head from your stomach, wiping away his tears as you used a tissue to dab at his runny nose. "Let me get you some water, Ky," you attempted to rise, but Kylian shook his head. "Non, stay please... I just want you to hold me."
"Okay, bébé. Anything you want," you said, placing a gentle kiss upon his forehead. "But please, talk to me, Ky."
Kylian was lost in a whirlwind of thoughts, uncertain of where to begin. His emotions and feelings tangled within him, threatening to overwhelm him. It took him a few moments to gather his thoughts.
"I don't know what to do anymore," he whispered, his voice laced with vulnerability. "It feels like the weight of the world is on my shoulders. Everyone has a fuckin’ opinion about everything I do. If I stay at PSG, I'm a fuckin’ loser who's ruining his career by staying in a farmer's league. If I leave, I'm a traitor who doesn't care about the club, only about money. I can't catch a break, bébé. No matter what I do, I'm always the bad guy, always painted as the fuckin’ villain in whatever fairytale they cook up every week. I feel suffocated, and on top of it all, I feel like a complete piece of shit for dumping all my feelings on you. I've been a shitty fiancé."
“Mon amour, don't say that. You are not a shitty fiancée and I want you to know that I love you so much. Secondly, I want you to talk about your feelings with me because that's what I'm here for. We're in this together bébé. We're a team, and I’ll always be here for you whenever you need me. As for the media, those assholes are just jealous because you’re this confident young man who’s so incredibly talented. They could never hold a candle to you, mon amour. Besides, most of them are just a bunch of racist fucks.”
“I feel like no matter what I chose, people will still make me out to be a bad guy.”
"Bébé, you can't control that. At the end of the day, you have to make the best decision for yourself, and I'll be right by your side through it all."
You gently caressed his cheek, trying to smooth the lines of worry etched upon his forehead.
"Are you sure, bébé? I just..."
"Kylian, mon amour, mon cœur, ma vie. You mean the world to me. Your dreams are my dreams, and your happiness is my happiness. Wherever you decide to go, I'll be right there beside you, every step of the way."
Gazing into your eyes, Kylian's heart swelled with an overwhelming sense of gratitude. These past few years, sharing his life with someone as extraordinary as you had transformed him into the luckiest man to walk the earth. With every beat of his heart, he recognized that you were not just a partner, but the missing piece that completed his very being—the woman he had always yearned for in his wildest dreams.
In an instant, he surrendered to the intensity of his emotions, his hand instinctively finding the curve of your neck. With a gentle yet possessive grip, he drew you closer, erasing the space between your bodies. Their warmth melded, and the world around them faded into insignificance as their lips collided in a moment of fiery passion.
Time seemed to stand still as their mouths moved in a fervent dance, their souls entwining amidst the raw fervor of their connection. It was a kiss that transcended words, conveying depths of love that mere language could never capture. In that single act, Kylian poured his heart and soul into the embrace, a testament to the profound love and desire he held for you.
The taste of his lips, the electric touch of his hands, and the fusion of their breaths ignited a blazing fire within both of them. Each kiss carried an unspoken promise—a vow of unwavering devotion, a pledge to traverse any obstacle that lay in their path. In that fleeting moment, the world existed solely for the two of them, bound by an unbreakable bond that defied all logic and reason.
As you broke apart, your noses nuzzled together. "But, you know, now that you've decided to leave once your contract ends, maybe choose a city with better weather, oui? I absolutely refuse to have our future babies be born in a cold, rainy place."
A soft chuckle escaped Kylian's lips, blending relief with joy. "I was only joking, bébé. I'm not actually going to Manchester United or Liverpool. Don't worry your pretty little head, princesse."
"You better have been joking because there's no way you're dragging me to a whole new country and knocking me up in the frigid cold.”
“Oh, please. You love it when I do you raw, princesse.”
“ Oh yeah? I'll fly right back and give birth to your child in Marseille,” you retorted, cheeks turning red.
"Take that back, bébé. You're not allowed to say that. No child of mine is going to be a Marseillais."
Laughter filled the air, a melody of hope and love. In that moment, you both knew that no matter the challenges ahead, your bond with Kylian was unbreakable. Together, you would face the uncertainties of life, drawing strength from the unwavering support and affection you shared.
As the night progressed, you held each other close, finding solace in the arms of the one who mattered most. And in that embrace, you both understood that regardless of where fate led the brilliant Kylian Mbappé, love would be your guiding light through the storm, ensuring that the journey ahead brimmed with hope, adventure, and an unyielding bond that would endure forever.
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New Romantics | Mbappé [7]
» summary: in which an arrogant and talented football player (the best of his time as some say) and a focused and harsh critic of a journalist are gonna have to find a way to co-exist.
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» writers note: chapter 7 about a story with a man with the number 7, the day after PSG scored 7 goals, that starts with number 7 on the first line. This is witch craft at its best. This page is meant as a passage to the deeper plots. Lmk what you think xx
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GALTIER'S OFFICE - DAY
“What about number 7?”
Taylor felt as if her feet were glued on the floor. Her eyes stayed on the folder that Galtier was holding. Like she was hoping that the missing report would magically appear out of thin air, as if she hoped that this was a dream and if she looked carefully enough she’d wake up. None of those things happened, she just continuing staying still in front of her very confused boss, looking like a silly person. Her mind began wondering back to the night before, she had left the folder on her desk, just before she went in the shower. She had counted all the reports at least 10 times just to make sure they were all there. Then she said goodbye to Trish and Trish left and she went back to the bathroom and then- he happened.
“Please god tell me to leave.”
Why didn’t she?
“Wilock are you alright?” Galtier asked, waking her up from her trance. She realized she had closed her eyes and that her face was probably giving away the mess that was going on in her mind. She walked around the desk and reached for the folder, looking at the reports one by one. Searching for Kylian’s. She went through all of them with her finger, again and again. Until she came in terms with the fact that it was gone, she let her hands hang and left the files on the desk. She looked at Marquinhos for help, in truth she wanted to start crying because the only scenario that made sense was Kylian having stolen the report. That sort of betrayal stunk deep, especially while she could still feel his hands on her body, his palms on her hips, holding her whole. His lips on her neck, her hands on his short curls, her mouth on his, telling him secrets about herself in ways she hadn’t told anyone in a long time. The blood had completely left her face just in the thought, Marcos must have seen it.
“It must have fallen over the bed.” He said, jumping in to help her. “Right, Taylor?”
She gulped “yeah.” She tried hard to recollect herself, looking only at Marquinhos because he was the only kind of comfort she had. She even considered hugging him because she was sure eventually her feet would give in. Marquinhos nodded at her, reminding her about the person next to her. She looked at him, her expression turning icy again “I’m really sorry. I must have left it on the desk, I’ll get it to you tomorrow morning”
“Things like that happen.” Marcos added, looking at Galtier much more relaxed than she was “We are not gonna get to finish reading these until tomorrow anyway, it won’t make a difference.” He looked at Taylor. Gratefulness was pouring from her eyes. “Have it here tomorrow Taylor.”
“Yes of course.”
Galtier stood up, fixing his suit and huffing “Tragedies seem to follow you around Ms. Wilock. I hope your talent is worth it.” He eyed her, up and down “We’ll meet you downstairs. Go find the boys.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. She left the office, maybe a little too quick but she didn’t care. She sprinted down the hallways, looking left and right to find him. He was here somewhere, she would get her hands on him eventually. Then it dawned on her if he had seen the reports maybe he knew the whole story, maybe he knew exactly who she was. She stopped, her entire body freezing in the empty halls. She could see the exit door, he was out there, she knew it. But did she really want to face him in front of everyone, and what if he had already said everything to everyone? What if all the boys hated her now? “oh Jesus…” she whispered, her hand running down her face. She held on her head, pulling back her hair, she could rip them off right now and she wouldn’t care.
A hand on her shoulder. She jumped. Turned around.
“You alright Princessa?”
Her eyes softened when she saw Ney. His eyes comforting as always, they had really become friends in the last few days. When she counted down all her possible losses from this lie, he was the bigger one. But he was still smiling at her, so he didn’t know.
“I need to tell you something.” She said.
“Can it wait till lunch? I’m late.” He squeezed her shoulder three times and pecked her cheek quickly “I’ll see you out there” he said, smiling and started running outside.
“Wait…” she murmured but it wasn’t loud enough. Perhaps on purpose. She stood watching him until someone bumped against her shoulder, passing by her. She looked up-
“HEY YOU!” She yelled when she saw him. But Kylian didn’t stop, he didn’t even spare a glance for her. She hesitated before following him outside, picking up her pace. When they were in the outside area she grabbed his arm, forcing him to look at her. He yanked her hand away, his dark eyes settling on her. He was holding his gloves on his hands, about to put them on.
“What do you want?”
“Did you take it?” she questioned, getting closer at him, she held her head back while he looked down at her.
“No idea what you are talking about.” He said, shrugging his shoulders and walking away. She scoffed, unable to believe that this was actually happening to her. He went outside, pushing the door open. She followed him.
“You know I knew you were a pig but not this much” she yelled, when she stepped outside. That made everyone look. Kylian stopped his pace and turned around to face her. She got in his face quickly and pushed him on the shoulders. Neymar and Hakimi ran to them. Kylian laughed at her “You should be ashamed”
“I am the one who should be ashamed?” he asked, his eyes widening “What about you TJ?” he asked, eying her up and down.
“Do not fucking call me that!” she yelled, launching herself forward to hit him again but Neymar, quickly slipped his arm around her, pulling her back. The rest of the team was approaching them slowly, and the ones that weren’t approaching them were watching carefully.
“I’m sorry you have so many names, sometimes I get them mixed up.” He said and he said it so coldly that it felt like am insult. Like he had been betrayed. She yanked Neymar’s arm away and launched forward at him again but she was stopped by Messi this time. Who put himself between them.
“What is going on?” he asked, holding her still. She ignored him, looked over his shoulder at Kylian.
“I’d spit on you but you’re not even worth that”
“You look tired, did you get any sleep last night?” he asked, in a way testing her and she would have gone for another round if it wasn’t for Galtier showing up behind them. It was Neymar that warned her, whispering in her ear and making her turn in Galtier’s direction. Thankfully he was engaged in a conversation with Marquinhos so he didn’t notice the chaos at first. But when he saw everyone gathered around, he raised his eyebrows.
“Everything ok, here?” Asked Galtier. None of them said anything “I don’t suppose you told them without us, Ms. Wilock?”
She wanted the earth to swallow her whole. She wanted to run, move to another country, change her name and her entire appearance if she had to. Kylian made a step forward, he looked more interested than anyone else. She glanced at him, crossing her arms right in front of her chest.
“Tell us what?” Asked Neymar, putting his arm around her shoulder. God she felt so dirty.
Kylian smiled, he knew what was coming.
“Well for the last few weeks we’ve been testing something along with her—”
“Was it our patience?” joked Verratti but he only got the side eye from Galtier.
“As some of you may have already noticed, Taylor has been very involved in your training and the games.” Kylian looked down, finally putting on his gloves. God was he going to enjoy the truth coming out, everyone finding out she’s the writer they all hate. It’s what she deserved for the lies she had said, everyone finding out she was jw— “That’s because she was never here only to write about it.” Wait what? He looked up, confused with where this was going “She’s gonna be part of the coaching crew.” His eyes shot up, he looked straight at her. She was avoiding his gaze at all costs. He looked at Galtier, Marquinhos. His mouth dropping open. Then back at her.
“What?” he asked, his voice coming out louder than he expected.
“This has to be a joke.” Verratti laughed, it was an awkward laugh.
Neymar pulled away to look at her.
“Miss Taylor Wilock, was a professional player like you. She was in Chelsea and very close to joining her national team.”
“yeah we already knew about that part.” Said Verratti
“I assure you her experience is the one we are looking for along of course with her talent in analyzing both the games and the players, as all of you must have realized by now.”
“Why wouldn’t you tell me that?” Questioned Neymar, a smile playing on his lips in contrast to Kylian whose expression has remained in shock while he was adding everything up. Including the fact that the report he had taken was always meant for Galtier. And the fact that he had fucked one of his coaches, but that was a whole other conversation.
“I’m the one the offered her the job after reading her work.” Continued Galtier “Marquinhos was the one with the initial idea.”
She still couldn’t look at anybody, she was staring at the grass, digging on it with her foot. She was basically cuddling herself. Excepting the next bomb to go off.
“Not just a chipmunk after all, ha?” Smiled Ramos. He walked over to her, putting out his hand for her “knew you had it in you.” She looked at it but didn’t take it.
“I can’t believe this!” Neymar said, smiling. He cuddled her head, rubbing the top “smallest coach I’ve ever had.”
“I expect you to treat her with the equal respect you treat all your other coaches Number 10. No matter her size or gender.”
“She certainly has my respect” Said Messi. “she’s proved herself more than ones.”
Kylian watched most of the team, gathering around her to congratulate her. He was the only one that knew the whole truth wasn’t out yet, he had to watch through her mocking everyone in their face again. He couldn’t stand it.
“Where did you read her work?” he asked, everyone looking at him now. She released herself from Neymar to look at him also. He almost fell sorry for her by the way her eyes settled on him but he was too angry to care. “Thought she was just the assistant.” It was so cruel, the way that he said it. It was so obvious too. Everyone made a step back, silence falling around them. It was like he had raised a gun on her head, the puling hitting her on the head.
“Wait…” Neymar whispered. He hands dropped away from her, he was calculating everything along with everyone else.
“Since we are revealing things, Taylor would you like to tell the boys that the way you managed to get this job was by digging a hole for each one of us.” She didn’t say anything. Neymar’s eyes were too heavy for her to bare. As was Ramos look of disappointment. “Golden girl, not so golden, hm?” he threw her words back at her as any cruel man would.
“Enough with the theatricals please.” Ordered Galtier, seeing how everyone was excitement, if there ever was any, was leaving their faces. No one seemed too happy now, there was anger, sadness, puzzlement and disbelief. “Back to training. All of you. Coach Wilock” God that sounded weird “Has made a schedule for everyone today. I suggest you follow it, not that you have a choice” he laughed, smiling “Go!” That was a last warning for everyone. He left after it and some of the boys remained exactly where they were.
Taylor tried to reach for Neymar but he shook her hand away without saying anything. He ran on the field, away from her. Kylian was the last one to stay, their eyes meeting in silence. Both of them traitors and betrayed in the deepest way anyone can betray and be betrayed. It would have been an emotional confrontation if they both weren’t so stubborn at showing emotions to each other. He drew away, back at his team and training started under the most broken environment there ever had been on this field. Marquinhos came up behind her, giving her a red jacket. She looked at it.
“Its tradition. All coaches have one. Makes it easier to see you when you are yelling at them. Got a whistle in there too.”
“I’m not gonna yell at them” she said, taking the jacket and looking at it. Her fingers stroking the fabric like it was a uniform.
“Give it an hour” he smiled.
“I think I should be gentle for now. Till they trust me again.”
“I mean Galtier was right, they don’t have a choice.” He patted her on the back and ran on the field.
During training she noticed how Kylian would do his own things on purpose, not following the schedule. She tried to get near the guys a few times. Starting short conversations and correcting them kindly, like she used to before anyone found out the truth. She tried to get near Neymar as well, he’d barely look at her but at least he listened when she told him to focus on his right leg. Comments and laughs didn’t escape her ear, mostly from Verratti and his crew. She’d ignore them but they were piling up.
Kylian was running in between the cones with the ball, Verratti following behind him.
“fucking JW.” He said. Kylian offered him a quick glance, before stopping and holding the ball still with his leg. “can you believe it?” He looked at taylor, she was occupied talking with Messi. “how did you find out?” he asked.
Kylian didn’t know how to answer that. He shrugged his shoulders and motioned his hands like he was giving an answer but he wasn’t really saying anything. He was just making sounds “you know…I” he cleared his throat “just saw her notebook, and her name and did the math.”
Verratti nodded and Kylian got out of the conversation as fast as he could. Because thinking of the night he spent with her, it was making his skin itch. Holding her, touching her. Their legs tangled around the sheets—
“where did you find the notebook?” Asked Hakimi, having listened on the conversation. His friend looked at him as he stopped running. “she left early yesterday.” His silence was a good enough answer for Hakimi, who got closer so no one else could hear him. “don’t know what happened but fix your story before you get yourself and her in real trouble.”
At this point he didn’t really care about her but If the truth was to come out, considering the circumstances it would be ugly. He still hadn’t processed fully the situation, the brutal truth; he slept with his coach.
TRAINING CAMPUS / KITCHEN – LATER
Just like the first day she got there when she entered the cafeteria, silence fell. It was a cold silence, much heavier and personal. The looks were colder. She ignored them, same way she had been ignoring everything all day. She went to the counter and took her dish. She sat on a table alone, taking out her notebook and started rereading her previous notes just to keep herself occupied.
Kylian came in a while later, laughing. God was his laugh annoying to her ears at that point. He sat a few tables away from her with Hakimi, Ramos and Verratti. Sometimes he’d glance at her and that’s how she knew they were talking about her. Giggling and mocking her probably. It was driving her insane but she swallowed it too. Then his laugh got louder, nothing in the world could have been as funny. He was provoking her. She looked over at Marquinhos who shrugged his shoulders, like he was asking her why the hell she was putting up with this. That reminded her, she’d never put up with it a few weeks ago. The laughs and the jokes, the disrespect. She thought if they’d treat her the same if she was a man. Probably not. She couldn’t keep swallowing it anymore. She got up, getting her glass of water with her. She walked over to his table, standing behind him and with a simple movement, twisted her glass so the liquid would fall on him. Flowing from his head to his shirt. Gasps were heard all around the room, snorts and chuckles, people grasping their mouth so they wouldn’t laugh. Like she had done something bad, but oh why did it feel so good?
It took Kylian a few long minutes to react. He got up slowly, turning around to face her. Their high difference wasn’t at all intimidating to her, if anything it was entertaining putting him in his place despite it.
“Number 7, please go change. You look like shit and you’ll get a cold. We can’t afford that. Your lunch is over and I need you back on the field.”
He laughed “that’s not happening.”
“You have 5 seconds, otherwise I’ll add another 2 hours on your day’s training.”
He laughed again “who do you think you are?”
“Your coach, in case you missed the memo. 3 seconds by the way.” she said looking at her hand watch. My god, he thought, she is serious, but he didn’t move. Everyone was watching closely, waiting for their next move. Taylor looked up at him, smiling. “That’s another 2 hours for you then.”
Verratti stood up, standing by his friend. Hakimi pulled him down, the same second, by his sleeve, forcing him to sit before he said anything.
“you can’t do this.” He protested.
She kept her eyes on him but called for Marquinhos “Marcos can I?”
Marcos laid back on his chair, smiling “I mean you are a coach, so if you think it’s necessary, yes.” He took a piece of bread, taking a bite. “do you think it’s necessary?”
“Absolutely.” She grinned.
“I’ll go to Galtier with this.”
“Can he go to Galtier with this?” she asked
“Technically he can. I doubt it will be in his favor.” Said Marquinhos.
Kylian looked at Marquinhos from the corner of his eye and he gave him a teasing wave in return.
She smiled “why don’t you go change golden boy. Hate seeing you wet like this.”
Kylian bit on his tongue like he was stopping himself from going to far with his words. “think twice before you start a war like this Wilock.”
She made a step forward, her gaze as judgy and dangerous as it had always been “You didn’t, why would I?”
“you’ll regret this.”
“Too busy regretting other things.” She hissed, showing him her teeth and making sure he could sense the way her eyes were burning as she scanned him. “Not gonna say it again. Go change.”
Hakimi tried to hold Verratti down but this time he jumped of his seat, getting on Taylor’s face “This is bullshit.” Hakimi lowered his head on his palms, groaning.
“Wanna join him Number 6?” she warned, her attention settling on him. “In fact, how about your whole crew here joins? Ramos do you feel like an extra two hours? You could work on your freekick—”
“Verratti sit the fuck down.” Said Ramos.
Kylian put out his hand, motioning for Verratti to sit. He gave Taylor one last threatening look and left the cafeteria, with his head held high. Small chatters began after his exit, taylor reached on her pocket, taking out her whistle and hanging it around her neck. She looked at Verratti, reaching for the unfinished apple on his tray. She held it up for him. “from now on you play by my rules, or you don’t play at all. Finish your apple, you have a long day ahead of you.” She smiled, handing it to him. She walked towards the exit, stopping right in front of the door. She blew the whistle, making everyone jump as they looked at her.
“Believe it or not I’m here to help. And in the last few weeks I’ve grown to care for this team . I understand that some of you were hurt and confused. I get it even. but if you let it risk your progress then it’s on you. Because I’m not about to play around.”
None of them said anything, some of them were smiling, some were pouting, some of them couldn’t even look at her but all of them came to the same realization. She’s here to stay.
She blew the whistle one more time, making everyone jump again. “You have 20 minutes to finish your meal. Last one on the pitch gets a 100 push ups.”
Taylor ran down the stairs, looking for Kylian because she certainly wasn’t done with him. She looked on the locker rooms first, all of them. she eventually found him on the bathrooms.
He was standing in front of the mirror, naked from the waist up while he was changing his shirt. She walked in, shutting the door and blowing her whistle. Both noises scaring him enough to turn around, mid putting his shirt- and even slightly jumping. Finally she was the one scaring them, and she was having fun.
“What is wrong with you?” he asked, his tone way angrier than before and way more honest now that they were alone.
“Where is my fucking report?” she asked coldly.
“wanna do this when I’m dressed?” he argued.
“Nothing special I haven’t seen before.”
He laughed, turning his back on her. She went closer, blew the whistle on his ear, he screamed, turning back around and waving his shirt, almost hitting her “Who the hell gave you that?”
“Give me back my report.”
“Where do you think I have it, up my ass?”
She laughed ironically “No obviously not. Your ass is not big enough to fit it as far as I remember” He grinned, scoffing. She made a step forward “so what did you do with it?”
“must have fallen over somewhere, don’t worry I’ll tell Galtier personally—” She slapped him before he could even process it. He had a feeling that slap wasn’t meant just for the missing report. He rubbed his cheek, looking away from her, while his breathing got heavier. “You know, I can file a complaint over this coach—”
“Shut up.” She warned “shut up because I swear to god I really, really wanna punch you in the face right now and I have to go against every fiber of my being not to.” She closed her eyes “GOD!” she yelled, stepping away from him, stretching her fingers to resist the need to slam them against his face “How could I fall for this—”
“You’re the victim here? Really? After all the lies you told in my face—to them also! But especially to me, all your advices about not listening to the world, not struggling for their expectation when you were the one that would set them as high! You knew what you were doing to me and you kept fucking doing it—”
“I was writing what I was seeing! And what I was seeing was a talent going to waste with mid level performances—”
“Mid level performances? Seemed to me my performance last night left you satisfied.” He cut her off, topping her voice. She felt dirty, so did he. But they were on a mission to make each other feel dirtier.
“Yeah..” she spat out “it was a great performance. Have you considered an acting career? Think you’ll need a new one anyway the way you are going.” He drew his lower lip between his teeth, chewing on it. “I mean…” she snorted “Sleeping with somebody to steal a fucking report. Is that how desperate you are—”
He held tighter on his shirt, searching for her eyes, processing her accusation. “that’s what you think?” his forehead creased when he got no reply, a line appearing between his brows “you think I slept with you to get the report?”
She shook her head “no, don’t do that. Do not mess with my head.”
“I didn’t even know that report existed before I came to your apartment!”
“Why did you steal it then?”
“I don’t know maybe because I realized I slept with someone that wrote a 5 pages essay meant to ruin my career—” she scoffed.
“My god I swear, I’ve met 7 year olds more mature than you are!”
“—meanwhile she forgets to mention she’s gonna be my new coach—" he raised his voice, both of them practically yelling at each other.
“you’re the one that barged into my apartment—.”
“I didn’t know what I was getting myself into though! Did I?”
“Oh boohoo, Kylian Mbappe has been manipulated by his new coach, is that the story you’re going with?”
“I wouldn’t know. You’re the expert in writing stories and telling lies. Does it sound catchy enough to you?”
“It sounds bullshit.” She prompted and stepped forward. “Just like anything else that has come out of your mouth ever since I met you.”
“Would love to find out what it would sound like to Galtier.”
She went pale. It was perhaps the idea that he set in her mind that he was capable of going that far if he wanted to. In reality he wouldn’t be harmed by the truth coming out. Not as much as she’d be. She’d be humiliated as a professional and as a woman.
He leaned in, the proximity getting as dangerous as it was last night. She didn’t flatter. “do you understand the consequences—”
“YOU THINK I DON’T?” She yelled in his face. “the consequences are much bigger for me then they are for you. I’m already fucking dealing with them because of you. So where the fuck is it Kylian?”
He pouted, his eyes dropping to her lips, a part of him needing to taste her again despite the circumstances. Like she was cocaine and he was a long and loyal user. He raised his shoulders slightly, letting them fall again. “Can’t remember.” He whispered.
She looked at his lips too, a grin appearing on hers. She leaned closer to him, her lips brushing his ear and she whispered “I’m gonna make you wish were dead.” she raised her whistle to her mouth quickly and blew it in his ear. He jumped and screamed, covering his ear while she walked away. Declaring war.
Kylian threw his shirt on the ground in anger, and hit the air with his fist. This woman could drive him in a madhouse. He wanted to hit something, he needed it to. He kicked on o one of the doors of the stalls before he could think about it. He groaned at the contact with his toes, regretting it immediately after. “MERDE!” he yelled and it echoed in the empty room.
PLAY
“IF I WANTED BALLARINAS I WOULD HAVE GONE TO THE OPERA” She screamed at them “FASTER”
Taylor was having too much fun with her whistle. She’d use it repeatedly, any way she could while commanding the boys. She’d walk around the field and go down on the gym. Yes even in the gym they couldn’t hide from her.
“are you taking a break Hakimi?” she asked, while he was lifting weights with his legs, sitting on one of the machines. He stopped, raising her eyebrows “my ex boyfriend could lift that in his sleep. More weights.”
Hakimi searched the room for Kylian, his inner child blaming only him for Taylor torturing him. He pointed at him “your fault.” He mouthed.
On the field she was walking passed them and correcting their posture or noting their little flaws. Marquinhos watched from a distance while the boys did their cross every time she walked by like she was the devil herself or closing their ears just before she’d blow that goddamn whistle.
“its like she turned into a monster.” Mumbled Ektike to Kimpembe while they were doing pushups that she had ordered them too.
“You think if we say her name three times in the mirror, we’ll set a curse?” asked Kimpembe
“I think I’ll be hearing that whistle in my nightmares until the day I die”
“Can both of you shut up before she gives us another 100?” Hissed Bernat and continued with his exercise.
Across from them were Ramos and Neymar playing a one on one, the ball rolling back and forth between them. “who would have thought Kylian was right about her…” mumbled Ramos. Neymar didn’t answer, he kept his eyes on the ball. He didn’t want to talk about it “she’s still a little badass if you think about it.”
“Sure” he mumbled, his eyes reflecting the sadness he was trying to hide.
Taylor stood outside of the field to have a clear watch, her arms crossed on her chest. Marquinhos came near her, holding his arms behind his back. She glanced at him, almost smiling.
“I think you are having too much fun.”
“Just for today. Needed to prove something.” She grinned “but yeah I’m having a little fun.”
He nodded “fair enough. You gonna let them go or are you going to keep them here forever?”
She checked her clock “yeah. Not number 7 though. He has another two hours.”
Marquinhos smiled..“I’ll let them know.”
Just as Marquinhos was going to call the guys, Neymar passed in front of her. She followed him with her eyes before reaching for his arm to stop him. He looked at her, his expression blank.
“Can we talk?”
“If I say no, you’re gonna give me another hour in training?”
“No of course not.”
“Then not today.” He said simply and moved away.
“Junior!” she called and he stopped, turning to look at her. He motioned his hands like he was asking her what she wanted. She hesitated “You don’t need to trust me as a friend anymore but I need you to trust me as a coach. Please.”
He nodded “you had all my trust as a coach, you never needed to lie. That’s the problem”
He left her and the other players left the field as well a few minutes later, all except one.
PLAY
Taylor sat on the bench at first while the night was falling around them and the stars appeared in the sky. She got up later, keeping her distance from him while Kylian’s figure ran in between cones and up and down the grass, a ball always in between his legs. Sometimes her eyes focused on his thighs and not his feet, whenever she’d notice, she’d clear her throat and look away like she was a school girl. It was one of those times when she suddenly felt the ball hitting her ankle. She looked up, an annoying looking Kylian raising his hands.
“Keep your head in the game, isn’t that what you always say?” he yelled from the other side.
“Didn’t know I was playing.” She explained and kicked it back at him. It was a clear shot, it landed right in front of him and he got it in his ankle shooting it up, before it even hit the ground, then maneuvered his body to do back heel kick and score in the net. He cheered at his win, even though no one was there to stop the goal. They were alone in the field, shadows in the dark. Kylian ran and took the ball back, he continued playing by himself, sometimes she’d notice that he’d stop and look at his toes like he was in pain but she wasn’t going to ask. She didn’t want to know. She looked at her clock again, just a few minutes left.
The ball rolled in between her feet again, this time he was closer to her. When had he gotten so close?
“How long can you keep the ball for?”
“I’m not doing this Kylian.”
“Hold it for longer than 10 minutes and I’ll give you your report back.” Her eyes sparked in the darkness. He moved closer, taking the ball under his foot and bringing it closer to him “Not up for it coach?” he asked, keeping it for himself.
Taylor looked around to make sure no one was watching and unzipped her jacket, throwing it on the ground. Kylian grinned and kicked the ball back at her. She moved away quickly; he chased her. It was a classic dribbling exercise, she’d move it from her left to her right leg and whenever he got close enough, she’d roll it backwards. Kylian moved around her carefully, she almost made it to 10 minutes but he slipped his leg in between her and made contact with the ball kicking it away. She lost her balance and fell forward on him, he held her arms, his hands gripping on hers just to keep her steady, her hands clasping on his biceps automatically. They both looked up at the same time, her nose brushing against his chin, their eyes meeting. They stared at one another, warming each other’s face with their breathing. He got even closer, she stood still, there was something incredibly romantic about an empty field.
“You lost” he whispered on her lips and pulled away. She laughed bitterly, placing her hands on her hips while he walked inside the building.
Kylian didn’t realize that she was following until he saw her opening the passenger’s door and sitting inside the car like she had been invited. He took a moment for himself before lowering his body, holding on his door and looking at her.
“what are you doing?”
She didn’t answer.
“I’m not driving you home.”
“you don’t have to. I’ll come get my report and then I’ll leave.”
He laughed “absolutely not”
“I wasn’t asking Kylian.”
“I’m gonna call security.”
She snorted “for what?”
“the crazy woman in my car.”
“I’ll explain to them that you’ve stolen my things and I need to get them back.”
“In what language? All you can say is bonjour with the worst accent I’ve ever heard in my life.”
“for your information I have a 2 week strike on Duolingo.”
“Get out” he warned.
“Non, je suis contente”
It did something to him. Listening to her speak the language even if the accent was worse than he expected. He chewed his tongue, watching while she put on her seatbelt, unbothered by his warnings and laid back, getting even more comfortable. He slapped on his door, cursing any curse he knew on his vocabulary. He laughed. “You know if you wanted to see my house, you could have just asked”
Her head shot up, looking at him “let me make one thing absolutely clear you low life son of a bitch- the only reason I’m in you filthy car is because I know that report is in your fucking house and I’m not leaving until you drive me there and give it to me.”
“you are a sore loser, you know that?”
“Must be your impact.” She said without even looking at him. He moved away, closed the door to his car and crossed his arms. She looked at the empty seat next to her and then at him.
“I can stay here all night.”
“Really?” she laughed. “ok” she said, unbuckling her seatbelt. She looked at the ignition making sure it was keyless and thank God for her it was. She slid herself on the driver’s seat, pushing the button and watching the board coming to life. Kylian stepped forward to take a better look at what she was doing, doubting she was actually going to do this. Taylor scrolled down on the tablet screen for his house address “oh here it is.”
“alright that’s enough—” he went to open the door but she locked it before he could. Kylian slammed his hand on the roof of the car. “Open the door Wilock!”
“Always wanted to drive a car like this” the engine got louder as she played around with the options. “Do you have car insurance, just to be sure?” she looked at him, like she was a demon and he was her little toy. “changed your mind about staying here all night?”
“move!”
She smiled, unlocking the door and moving back on the passenger’s seat. Kylian say where she was a second ago. Holding on the steering wheel like he was making sure she hadn’t ruined it.
“Just for the record, I’m not driving you home after.” He smoothly unparked the car slowly, looking at the review mirrors.
“Don’t worry, I’d rather walk anyway.” She shot back and leaned her head on the windowsill.
“you know hijacking is a crime.”
“so is stealing.” She reminded him.
It was an awkward drive to say the least. The two chose silence over anything. Not even music. The only thing they could hear were the car and street sounds.
They reached his apartment a few minutes later, Taylor was taken aback by how grand his building looked from outside, tall and modern nothing like hers. they got inside the garage, Kylian turning off the engine and walking out. She watched him while he walked over to the elevator that was probably leading to his flat. He stopped on his tracks when he realized that she wasn’t following him. He walked back to the car, on her side.
Taylor pressed the button to lower the glass. “ill wait here for you.”
He raised his eyebrows “you want me to bring it to you?”
“yes”
He laughed “I’m not wasting my time, going up and down because you are a child. You wanted to come to get your report, so come and get it or you can stay here all night for all I care.”
He walked back to the elevator. She knew that he wasn’t coming back if she didn’t go with him. She tapped her leg on bottom of the car, contemplating her choices. She huffed and opened the door. Following Kylian to the elevator. Taking a quick look around the garage to see two more cars, a Prius and a Mercedes. Ones again, thinking about how this could have been her life.
They didn’t say anything while they went upstairs. She would marvel at how elegant everything looked. From the halls to the walls. To the carpets on the floor, to everything. He unlocked his door. Walking in first and letting her walk behind him. He threw his keys on the table near the door and went to his room immediately.
She looked around at the house. It was very white, she noticed. Very simple and minimalistic, like no one with personality was living there. uncharacteristic for a man like Kylian. Because if there was one thing that this man had was character and personality. Whether she liked that character and personality was a whole different conversation. In front of her were the white windows with the million dollar view, all of Paris at his feet, like he was a king.
She let her hand slide across the wide counter that practically separated the kitchen from the living room. Everything was so clean and tidy, nothing like her house which always looked like a bomb had gone off in the room. She heard him hissing something from inside and reminded herself, why she was here.
She saw a desk by the window, full of papers and walked quickly over there, started looking for her file.
“Where is it?” she asked loud enough for him to hear. He was in his bedroom, taking off his shoes. He looked at his wounded toe from earlier, there was dry blood around it. He wondered with how much pressure he kicked that corner.
He got up when he heard her shuffling through his papers, reminding himself what she could find under them. He looked in one of his bags, taking out the report and running inside.
“Stop going through my stuff, it’s not there.” He said coming up behind her. He had to grab her arm for her to stop, anxious about what she was gonna find. She had almost uncovered the napkin he had kept. Sometimes he wondered while he was still keeping it but now was not the time. He forced her to turn around before she saw it, holding the report in his hands. She looked at it, slightly shocked that he was actually giving it to her. She reached for it but he pulled it back quickly. “gonna give it to Galtier, now?”
“none of your business.”
“You really think I’m unfit for playing?”
“I’m not gonna discuss it with you. You lost that privilege last night.” She tried to reach it for it again, he held it higher. She sighed, her eyes darkening “give it to me!” she jumped.
“therapy? Really?”
She stepped forward to jump again, stepping on his toe. He groaned, stepping back and she looked at his bare feet. Noticing the wound. Her forehead frowned “what the hell happened to your foot?” she bent down to take a better look, then up at him. “You know what? I don’t care.” She snatched the file he was holding, moving away.
“can you be useful and get the alcohol and a bandage? It’s under the sink, in the bathroom.”
She halted. For a moment he thought she wasn’t going to do it but she left the file on a table and went towards the bathroom. He sat on the nearest chair he could find, reaching down apt his feet. Taylor returned with the things he asked her for, leaving them on the table. He got the bandage, bending forward and beginning to wrap his toe.
Because of the Silence he thought she was already gone but suddenly he saw her small fingers, taking the bandage from him, leaving by her side. She was squatting on the ground while she dropped alcohol on a napkin and started cleaning the dry blood.
“was it like that through the whole training?”
It was just a broken nail on his pinky, nothing that would effect his playing unless he didn’t take care of it and he would have earlier if he had realized it was bleeding. He caught her smiling by the slight pain she caused him. Then she started wrapping it slowly, much more carefully than him “you’re dumb for not saying anything.”
“our new coach is a bitch. Didn’t think she’d care. Had me doing an extra- OUCH!” He yelled when she died the bandage tighter only to shut him up but she didn’t look up at him. Her fingers continued, carefully doing what she was doing.
“She’s not a bitch. She’s just tired of being underestimated.” She responded in a whisper, finishing up. “that was stupid.” She added, looking up at him. He liked the view he had of her in between his legs. Enjoyed it even. He could see himself in her eyes “you could have damaged it real bad.”
“You’re gonna scold me now?”
“that’s basically my job Kylian.” She murmured, shaking her head. She got up, leaving the alcohol on the table. “all of it was my job.” Her voice was broken and tired but she continued “I never meant to hurt anybody but I’m not going to apologize for it either.” It was weird having her look down at him instead of the other way around. She had this sadness in her eyes he couldn’t quite explain “Especially not to you, after what you did to me!”
“I didn’t know about the report—” he stood up, automatically making the space between them smaller. Standing ones again taller than her.
“Don’t. I don’t wanna hear it.” She raised her hand almost touching his chest. The worst part was that she believed hum “I don’t care for another round of whatever this is right now. It’s late and I’m tired. We can go at it in the morning.” She stroked her hair back “I did mean it though. You pull something like this again I will make your life a living hell.”
He bent his head at her I don’t like you having so much power over me.”
“I don’t like you getting this close to my personal space anymore.” She moved back, away from his aura. Took her report and headed for the door. Kylian slid his hands in his pockets, tilting his head while he watched her getting nearer the door then—“wait!” he called and she looked at him. He breathed out loudly from his nose and walked to where she was. There was a board next to the door with all of his keys, he snatched the Prius ones “do you actually know how to drive?”
“why do you care?”
“Just ones. try to answer a question like a normal person.”
“yes I do!”
He got nearer and put the keys in her left hand, his skin brushing against hers, his fingers interlocking almost with hers. She didn’t pull from him right away, she took in his touch for a few more seconds while his eyes bore into hers. How did he always manage to get this close to her? How did she always found herself trapped between his and a wall or a door. “Bring it back in one piece if you can.”
She took the keys in between her fingers, juggling with them a little. She smiled, looking at them. “might just crash it on a pole on purpose.”
“That’s why I’m giving you the cheapest one.” He teased. She managed a smile but it was more of an acknowledgment. She looked at his face, reminding herself all the parts she was kissing just 24 hours ago. She wanted to touch it, the skin under his eye, his cheek, the area under his lips. God how did she get herself here? “you can always just stay here” he suggested, a grin drawn on his face like he was reading her thoughts.
“It’s never going to happen again Kylian.” She said coldly “it was a mistake, my mistake.” She whispered “Thanks for the car keys.” She reached for the doorknob and twisted it, opening the door and leaving.
She reached the garage pressing on the key to open the car. It felt weird sitting in on of his cars, she could smell him around her, expected his hand to reach for her any point now while she was driving. Sometimes it was hard to focus on the street. She turned the music on, french songs playing. She couldn’t understand a word but she let them play, she could imagine him singing them, dancing to them. She parked the car outside of her house and went upstairs. Tired to even climb the stairs. She turned the keys on her door, entering her apartment and just as quick she could feel the waves crashing on her chest. The consequences of her choices. The heaviness on her shoulder.
Trish was by her side in seconds when she started crying in silence, Kylian’s keys falling from her hand. Trish guided her on the edge of the bed and helped her sit down, while she sobbed in her hand. When did everything get so tangled up? She cried on her friend’s shoulder. Held on to her tightly. She wasn’t sure why she was crying. It was the pressure of not showing emotion all day, the realization that whatever was going on with Kylian would come back to bite her. Losing Neymar. Everyone else’s trust as well. One day and she’d be alone again, with her best friend and her family on another country.
Trish held her head on her hands, searching in her eyes. She didn’t say anything because she knew there was nothing to say.
“I fucked up.” She mumbled, sniffing back her tears. “I fucked up big time.”
Her phone buzzed in her back pocket. She reached for it, checking the messages. Trish looked at the screen as well. “what is this?”
“Tickets for the Qatar tour.” She explained, wiping her nose with the back of her hand “because going on a tour across the world with 20 people that hate me and Kylian is exactly what I need.”
“I can go for you.” She smiled. Taylor tilted her head, giving her a serious look. Trish laughed, pulling her friend closer. “You’ll be fine. Promise.” She held her pinky out and Taylor curled her own pinky around it.
“swear” she whispered. Luna jumped up on the bed too, cuddling on her legs and meowing for food.
“She’s lying I just fed her.”
BAR – NIGHT
Verratti checked his phone, as it buzzed on the table. He checked his messages, reading about the tickets that had just been sent to everyone. He shook his head. “now we have to go on the trip with her.” He mumbled.
Across from him sat Ann, famous for her gossip talents and bringing havoc in the football world. She was twisting her straw on her cocktail. “she’s coming to Qatar with you?”
“Yeah. Didn’t you hear? She’s a full on coach. We’re stuck with her apparently.”
“it’s a nice story though. Woman undercover in a man’s world. It has a nice ring to it. I might write it. You think you can get her to do an interview for me?”
“I’ll give you tickets in one of the conferences after we come back”
“Oh that would be amazing, you’re an angel.”
He looked at her glass, scratching on it with his finger “I think what’s worse is that this undercover woman knew exactly what she was talking about.” He raised his glass taking a full ship “gonna have to start getting used to her I guess”
Ann smiled, a very mischievous smile while she sipped from her straw.
KYLIAN’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
When his phone buzzed he was laying on the bed, he checked his screen quickly. He hated travelling as much for such a short time. He threw his phone on the side and closed his eyes. Thinking about her. He tried stopping his mind from going there but he was failing, always picturing her smile or her frown or just her eyes. He reached for his phone again and went on her website. He stayed awake rereading everything that she had written about him. In truth despite the anger that he felt for all the lies, some sort of part of him had calmed with the truth. He knew exactly who she was, just like he wanted to from the beginning. He was only missing a few parts that he knew how to complete.
He went on his contact, search for the right name and let it ring. He smiled when the person on the other line picked up.
“Bellingham, it’s me bro. Are you still in Paris?”
Ok soooo let's count down the things we have to wait for. Taylor getting along with the boys again, tension between her and ky, Qatar trip omg i wonder what will happen there and wait a damn second that Ann girl looks annoying. How long can these two keep their heated night a secret? 👀👀👀 As Always that you for reading and commenting. This chapter is not much, more like comedic relief to show their dynamic from now on. Lost of yelling, lots of screaming. Gotta love it though. *Coughs* angst soon *coughs* i love you xxxx
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#1. UNFAITHFUL | Kylian Mbappé
Summary: above
Genre: angst
Pairings: Kylian Mbappé x female reader
The entrance door clicked open. He had a hard time finding the keyhole, probably still tipsy from his night out. "Bébé? Why aren’t you sleeping? It’s 5am. What made you wake up this early?", he asked as he entered the living room of your shared apartment. If he only knew you haven’t slept a single second. The room was dark and silent, only a few candles lightening up the room, the music you’ve been playing was almost too quiet to hear. He only saw your silhouette in front of the window, the moonlight shining right on you. Your back was turned to him and you were refusing to turn around. "Are you drinking? What did I miss, are we already celebrating our anniversary?", he joked the moment he realised you held a glass of wine in your hand. Yes, the next weekend would mark your three years anniversary. But it wouldn’t even get this far. You scoffed and took another sip. "I'm celebrating my comeback to the world of singles." Obviously nothing Kylian expected to hear, you could tell he was lost for words. "Wha- what? Y/N, what are you even talking about?" Slowly turning around, you looked him dead in the eyes. He took a step back when he saw the blurred mascara under your eyes that left marks of the already dried out tears you’ve been crying the entire night. "Instead of making a scene I decided to pack your belongings so you could leave as soon as possible", you informed and nodded towards the bags you’ve placed on the other side of the room. Kylian stared at you in disbelief, "Are you serious right now? What are you doing this for?" Your wine glass dropped onto the floor, the red liquid pouring all over the ground. "Y/N, what the fuck?! What got into you?" The sadness you felt earlier turned into nothing but anger and hate. "What I’m doing this for? You’re honestly asking me what I'm doing this for?", your voice got louder with every word. You took a few steps towards him, but still left enough space between you two. Kylian bluntly looked at you in shock before you threw your phone into him. "Reason enough?", you cried out. He picked up your phone that landed on the floor, only to see an instagram reel that showed him all snuggled up with another woman. She was sitting on his lap, they’ve been whispering sweet nothings into each others ear, then she started tugging at his shirt and leaned in for a kiss. "Y/N, I'm so sorry", he sighed, running his hands through his face. "I don’t need your fucking apologies Kylian, grab your damn things and leave!"
"Bébé, I know this shouldn’t have happened, but I regretted it the moment I realised what I was doing. At this point of the night I got absolutely smashed. I immediately told her to leave and haven’t been drinking after", he tried to explain himself but you couldn’t even bother to listen. "It didn’t mean anything to me, I promise."
"The only thing that doesn’t seem to mean anything to you is our relationship, the bond we had, the life we’ve built together. If you think being drunk is an excuse for cheating, then why haven’t I cheated every time I was black out drunk? Why were you the only person I was always thinking about, the only one I wanted to go home to? Trust me, I had a lot of opportunities to do what you did, but I didn’t. Because I truly loved you." You were trying to hold back the tears that threatened to roll down every second. Even being in the same room as Kylian right now, you couldn’t stand it. You needed him to go.
"I love you Y/N, it was just a moment of weakness. It’ll never happen again, I swear on my life." He tried to keep up with you as you were walking up and down the room. When he finally placed his hands on your shoulder in order to calm you down and look at him, you absolutely lost it. "Don’t fucking touch me", you exclaimed and pushed him away, "You humiliated me Kylian! The whole world knows what you’ve done!" All the articles that have been written in the last few hours popped up in your head. "Football star Kylian Mbappé apparently cheating on singer and actress Y/N Y/L/N." "Are (your ship name) over?" "Kylian Mbappé enjoying his freedom after ending his relationship of three years with singer Y/N Y/L/N." Even your manager already called you, asking you to make a statement saying the two of you have broken up some time ago, to make it look like you’re not a victim of betrayal. Only thinking about all those interviewers and paparazzi asking about Kylian made you feel sick already. You turned your back to him again, hearing him sobbing and sniffing. "Grab your bags and go. I don’t want to see you, I don’t want to hear from you", you spoke up, surprisingly in a calm voice. The tears you’ve tried to avoid slowly ran down your cheeks. You heard him hesitatingly walking to the other side of the room, his crying got harder when he took his stuff. "I'm sorry. I’m really sorry what I’ve done. I hope you’ll be able to forgive me someday. I love you", was the last thing he said before he stepped towards the door and left.
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Calm down
Summary:where the reader is stressed out and Kylian calms her down
I'm at my mother's house right now and we've just had an argument
My relationship with my mother is one I don't like discussing as it's on the rocks, heck on the rocks is an understatement
"We all know why you married Kylian" she says
"Just leave me alone" I say trying to walk away from her
"You're a gold digger, you had nothing, absolutely nothing and now you have everything, you didn't even need to work that hard to get where you are"
Now I'm pissed off, I tried walking away but keep getting provoked , I turn around and reply to her stupid comments
"You have no right, ABSOLUTELY NONE TO SAY THAT, I put myself through school, payed my own school fees, became a lawyer, graduated with honors all around and you didn't even have the decency to come and support me on the day of my graduation
"Hell you didn't even come to my own wedding, you are the only parent i have left, I had to walk down the aisle on my own, even though I don't have a father, I would have thought you would have been there to give me away, so don't you EVER IN YOUR LIFE say that I never worked that hard to get to where I am in my life" I say feeling tears on my face
"This is what you always do, cry and paint yourself as the victim and manipulate people, that's probably how you got your so called husband"
"My husband has done nothing but stand by me and support me more than my own family, my own mother, when I felt like giving up he's the one that pushed me to keep going, where were you then, when I hit rock bottom, huh?
"I was living my life, what else"
"I can't be here anymore, you know I came here to try and make amends but it's pretty clear that's not happening, I wanted to give you one last chance to change you views and ways, and by the looks of it that's never going to happen, ever, goodbye mother"
I walk out of the house and sit in the car and call Kylian
"Cheri ça va ?"
"Kylian, I-I-I-I can't breathe I can't breathe"
"Honey, are you having a panic attack again?"
"Mhm I feel like I'm dying"
"Ok my love, I'm on my way, Just stay on the line with me alright?"
"Ok, I'll stay"
After 10 minutes kylian arrives
He gets into the passenger seat and
"Cheri, parles avec moi"
"I-I-I can't breathe"
"Shhhh, I'm right here"
He pulls me onto his lap and whispers that I must hold onto his hand and listen to his heartbeat
"You're ok, I'm here"
"Ok" I say still shaking
"What happened?"
"I tried like you said I should and she disregarded me, saying how I'm a gold digger, she says I married you for the money"
"She said that?" He asks looking angry , he gets out the car and starts making his way back into the house and walks into through the front door to find my mother in her kitchen
"What is your problem?, your daughter came her to try and make amends and you take a piss on her like she's some dog from the street, you are suppose to be her role model, her first best friend even, but here you are bringing her down, I can't believe you"
"Oh so you're the sugar daddy I see" my mother says
"Your daughter never married me for the money, she was there way before it, you need to get that through your head, she paid for own school fees with no one's help"
"Oh really, and where exactly did she get it from"
"She worked hard for it, taking on double shifts at a cafe that treated her like shit, yet she still continued"
"Whatever, anyone can work, she's not even that special"
"Listen you can insult me all you want but as soon as you get to my wife that's where I draw the line, if you can't see how amazing of a person your daughter is then you're fucking blind"
He says and grabs my hand and we walk to the car, where he opens the passenger door and he gets in the driver's seat and starts driving us home
"You're amazing babe, don't listen to her"
I just nod and stay silent
We eventually get home and Kylian helps me out the car bridal style and walks us into the house
"Let's get you to sleep, shall we"
I love this man so much, he knows how exhausted I get after my panic attacks, he always knows how to calm me down
He helps me undress and gives me one of his big shirts and I slip into them then slip into bed as well
He takes his shirt off and gets into bed then he makes my head lye on his chest
"Just listen to my heartbeat"
"Ok"
"Are you ok, Amour?"
"Yeah, I will be, thank you for standing up for me, I really appreciate it"
"I meant what I said, If anyone hurts you best believe I'm coming for them"
I slightly grin and whipe a tear that's fallen on his chest
"I love you" I say
" je t'aime aussi ma cherie"
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Something cute with Kylian where he’s at training and reader texts him to let him know she’s sick and can’t sleep so he gets out of training and comes back home to find her in bed all tired so he asks her if she wanted to have her back tickled so he tickles her back until she falls asleep🤍
pairing : kylian mbappe x female reader
Sick day
summary : y/n wakes up not feeling the best, when her boyfriend kylian mbappe comes to the rescue.
warning : vomiting?
a/n : so happy that i’m getting all new requests keep ‘em coming! i actually kinda proof read it and damn, it makes a difference. when i tell you i bawled over nothing 😭 half of this story got deleted and i couldn’t get it bcak do i had to re write it but it took me FOREVER because i couldn’t sit still or whatever and write anyways enjoy!!!!
I turn to my left to feel for Kylian who is usually snuggled in bed right next to me. I groan feeling nothing. I sit up to look around the room when all of a sudden I feel a pit coming up my throat.
I ripped the covers off of me and run to the bathroom. I knelt at the toilet where I started throwing up. With my left hand on the toilet, I used my right, to put my hair up in a mischief ponytail.
“Only if Kylian was here,” I say in between my continuous puking. He would always help me during these times, being there holding my hair, rubbing my back telling me it was all gonna be alright.
He would carry me back into bed bridal style, tuck me in with a heating pad on my belly, and get me anything I needed. Unfortunately he wasn’t here to do that. After I feel like im settled, I get up flush the toilet and walk over to the sink.
I pick up my toothbrush and add a fat glob of toothpaste and begin brushing. Once finished cleaning my teeth, I grab the empty cup next to my sink fill it up with water and rinse my mouth.
After being so focused on my stomach pain, I hadn’t realized my screaming headache. Back into our bedroom, I grab the doorknob to head to the kitchen. After what felt like a long walk down the hall I made it. I dug through the medicine cabinet to find some painkillers.
I eventually found some Advil, I opened the lid and grabbed two capsules. Walking over to the fridge I found some Gatorade. I threw the Advil in my mouth and took a tiny sip of the Gatorade to down it with. Being careful not to drink too much liquid to avoid throwing up again.
I grab the Gatorade and head back down to the bedroom. I set the bottle down and pick up my phone still on the charger. I rub my eyes reading the clock. “Only 8:14?” I say. “That means Kylian only left a few minutes ago.” Every other day Kylian had training from 8:00 - 10:30.
I sigh placing my phone back down on the nightstand. “I’m so tired,” I say to myself. I decide to take a nap knowing this most definitely will make me feel better. I move the covers away and grab a throw blanket.
All this running around made me hot. I turn to my left side and grab one of Kylian's pillows to prop my head up. I also grab my teddy bear Kylian brought me on our first date. Kylian told me this is what I can snuggle with if I miss him, or need something that just smells like him. I adjust myself one more time before shutting my eyes.
“Ugh, what the fuck!” It has felt like an eternity lying down in this bed. No matter what position I was in or how many times I moved the pillow, there was no way I was falling back asleep.
I honestly don’t know why I seriously could not fall back asleep but it was getting to me. Still facing Kylians side I turn over groaning picking my phone up. 9:31, I slap my hand over my forehead. “I’ve been laying here for 45 minutes exactly!” I say.
You know that feeling when you’re in bed tired, thinking you can fall asleep but can’t? Yea, that’s this feeling and it’s the worst. Having no other option you opened your phone and texted the only person who could help you.
Y/n: hi my baby I feel so terrible, I threw up a few times and can't fall back asleep. can u pls come home and snuggle me? :(
After sending the text, you slam your phone back down and slither under the blanket and covers. Hoping Kylian would show up and snuggle you back to sleep.
At Camp des Loges all the players were in the gym, Kylian was on the exercise bike chatting away with Marquinhos until he felt a buzz coming from his phone. He opened his phone and looked at the message. “Ugh my poor baby,” Kylian said to himself.
Kylian said goodbye to Marquinhos and grabbed his duffel bag. He changed back into his clothes and called his driver. He spoke to his coach letting him know he has to leave early and was on his way. In the car, Kylian sent a few messages back.
Kylian: my poor angel 🙁
Kylian: I’m on my way baby ❤️
Kylian: bébé are you ok 🥺?
You not replying back to his messages, scared him to death. Kylian felt like he had this responsibility to always take care of you.
Whenever you needed to cry into someone’s arms it would be his. If you needed someone’s advice or just to talk to someone, it would be him. Or if you are hurt or sick. But what made your relationship so much better wasn’t just him doing it. You were the total same back. After the World Cup, he was a total mess, but you would always be there for him or whatever he needed.
Opening the front door kylian kicked off his shoes, placed down his duffel bag and a bag full of crackers, Gatorade, Dayquil, Nightquil, etc. He slowly made his way down the hall. “Amour?” he said when opened your bedroom door.
You felt like you couldn’t move you were so tired, you moaned and groaned reaching your arms out for him. He immediately walked over to your side and felt your head. “Baby you're super hot!” he said in a worried tone. He ran to get a wet cloth to put on your head.
He went for his side of the bed and hopped in behind you. “Baby girl, do you want me to tickle your back?” “I know how much-.” He didn’t get to finish his sentence before you interrupted. “God yes please baby.” He lifted your oversized shirt and threw it somewhere on the ground. Now leaving you in your panties.
He slowly made gentle tickles on your back. You moaned in relief feeling a wave of stress, sickness leave your body. Kylian continued to tickle your smooth back, you finally were able to catch some 💤 . This made him a little worried at first when you didn’t respond.
“Does it feel good baby girl?” He whispered. hearing no answer he slowly looked over to your face seeing you were sound asleep. Kylians feeling prouder than ever kissed your shoulder and moved up closer to you sneaking an arm around your waist. Kylian and you now getting the nap you both deserved.
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you think i hate you?
pair< kylian mbappé x belle aurélie (oc)
summary< kylian and y/n who are roommates always argue about the most silliest things. this one time, belle brought up the topic of respecting her privacy when other girls that kylian bring home are over.
warning< enemies -> lovers, playboy!kylian, smut eventually, petnames, confession, argument then smut, roommate!kylian x roommate!reader.
“kylian! you’re not hearing what i’m saying,” belle shouted at the 24-year-old, “are you fucking deaf?” her eyebrows furrowed with her arms co-ordinating with her words. she was furious with kylian as he was good for the past month with bringing other girls home until this week and, boy, was she sick of it.
“zut alors, belle,” he responded in annoyance, the frenchman was tired of belle and of her telling him what to do whether it was to do the dishes because it was ‘his turn’ to the girls he brings to their apartment to respect her privacy, “you can’t tell me what to fucking do!”
“at this point i have a right to. you’re always going into my room to fuck another girl when you’re too lazy to walk down the hallway to yours!” she argued back, lifting her glasses onto her head to take a good look at the pathetic man standing infront of her.
“it’s not my fault that you signed a lease here!” he shouted at her getting up from the couch he was slouching on to the kitchen island that belle was sitting next to.
“well it’s not my fault you agreed for me to leave here!” belle accused him for his doings and how he could’ve avoided this relationship with belle if he didn’t agree for her to live in their penthouse, “use your brain for once, you fucking idiot!”
kylian’s mouth dropped when she told him to ‘use his brain’. “no wonder you don’t last in relationships, you’re so hardheaded.”
annoyed and confused why he would say that, she opened up her laptop and logged in, putting her glasses back on, “forget it, kylian. just- just respect my privacy. please?”
kylian rolled his eyes then sneakily smirked knowing that belle just gave up like that. it made his ego grow knowing that he had won another argument, which to everyone else, just made him look more cocky than people think he is.
after working for a little bit, belle decided that it was a good idea to go to sleep since the day was long and tiring. and, it was nearing 1am. kylian was already in bed as he had training at 10am until 12pm.
without thinking, the girl grabbed the door knob and twisted it open, surprised when the end of the bed hit the side of her waist.
“merde,” she winced, rubbing the pain from her waist. the moonlight was her only source of light and she couldn’t see the bed. to her surprise, the bed wasn’t made. she thought, surely i made it when i woke up, but ignored it as she was fucking wasted.
she slid into the covers of the sheet and sighed of relief when the warmth hit her body. she backed up to get comfortable and felt a firm hand slide to her waist.
belle gasped at the sudden action, squirming and cussing when she felt the familiar hand of her roommate.
“kylian, what the fuck?” she whisper-shouted, feeling a sensation that she had never felt before.
“more like, belle, what the fuck?” he responded, chuckling at the confused lady, “what are you doing in my room?”
belle’s face softened when she turned on the light and realised that she was, in fact, not in her room, but in kylian’s.
“oh, shit,” she mumbled, flustered and hoisting herself up, “i’ll go.” kylian stopped her by grabbing her hand and pulling her back down.
“stay,” he groaned, “you caused a problem.” his eyes directed at his erection that belle created while her body rummaged to get comfortable.
it was too late at night for her to make right decisions as she held onto his neck and kissed his soft lips.
“fuck, you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting for you to do that,” kylian murmured after breaking the kiss.
“shut up and kiss me,” she whimpered, grinding against his erection. there tongues fondled with eachother before kylian’s large hands wondered up belle’s large t-shirt that seemed to be his. he realised that she wasn’t wearing a bra and with one swift movement, removed the shirt from her body leaving her in her shorts.
kylian didn’t hesitate to go down her neck and leave marks like he always did with other women. but this time it was special, she could see that he wasn’t hesitant on doing this like he does with other women.
his hands soon reached her boobs, grasping onto it and his fingers rubbed over her nipples, making her whimpers underneath his touch.
kylian detached his dominant hand from her body and reached down to take off his boxers. he revealed his huge length which made belle shocked as she thought it was tiny from his cockiness.
“you’re huge,” she mumbled, pushing him down, telling him that she wanted to suck him off.
“be patient, bébé,” belle squirming when she heard the name. she spat on his dick before taking his tip into her mouth, circling her tongue around it, making him shut his eyes and lean his head back.
belle kept her eyes open and looked up at him with her big, manipulative doe eyes. she went to the base of his dick, making her gag on his thick manhood.
kylian’s hands managed to grab her hair into a makeshift ponytail before guiding her into bobbing her head up and down his length.
“you can take it,” he whimpered, “you’re a good girl.”
his sexual words made her go rapid and sucked his dick faster than before.
“shit,” kylian whimpered, “gonna cum.” his hands bobbed her head, fast and violent, the couple waiting for kylian to come into her mouth.
and alas, his white liquid painted her throat, her swallowing right after. she took it out of her mouth making a small “pop” noise when she got up.
her body weight shifted on kylian as she straddled his lap. without thinking, she ground her hips against the man practically riding his thigh.
“shit,” she mumbled as her nose picked up the familiar scent of the man. it was musky and homely as she recognised it, this time making her want to cum.
“ride me, belle,” he groaned, his hands grabbing onto her neck, making eye contact as he spoke his words.
the half french half colombian lady thrusted her hips up, rubbing kylian’s tip into her entrance and slowly, went down on him.
he tried different ways on pleasing her that night, one being him with his hands placed on her juicy ass, pulling it forwards to make her grind her hips while he was inside her.
“fuck, you’re tight,” he growled in a low tone, his voice rough from his drowsiness, “gonna make me cum.”
“cum for me, ky,” she moaned, rubbing her clit that was puffy and yearning for more.
kylian had his second shot, this time up belle’s pussy. it wasn’t surprising that belle fell on top of him after he collapsed.
it was a moment of pure silence, just fast pants and breaths.
“so?” kylian sounded out, “what are we now?”
“fuck it,” belle sighed, “will you be my boyfriend, ky?”
“fuck yeah!”
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brelie mbappé? more like mmm papi
k.mbappe you thought i hated you about 4 months ago🧐🙄
> brelie u don’t now do u
neymarjr bro was in love with you the whole time. simp.
> brelie @/brunabiancardi
brunabiancardi soft launch is on top🥺🥺
> brelie love you sm
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he is so dad coded here. 🥺💕 (i have daddy issues)
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Falling inlove with him, was one of the best decisions
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𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 ➺ k.mbappé
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — in which amara imani releases a certain video clip about her sex life with her boyfriend and said boyfriend gets teased for it
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — kylian mbappé x amara imani (oc)
𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 8.8k
𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 — wild side [normani; cardi b]
taglist — @aechii @lorarri
masterlist
𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌
amara.imani and iamcardib
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amara.imani WILD SIDE OUT NOW. who wants to take me for a ride?
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liyah_clark babe, you can ride me all night long
amara.imani with pleasure babe
graceywood do you still have the keys to charles’ pista?
liyah_clark he bought me my own
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username if my trio isn’t like amara, grace and liyah, i don’t want it
username THAT FRIENDSHIP>>>
username amara making my two world collide 🥹
ousmane_dembele i know someone who wants to take you on a ride
arianagrande two goddesses together
username can’t believe, she still able to dance like that even after suffering her injury
username that video made me question my sexuality
username FR how can someone be that fine
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liyah_clark GIRL that naked dancing scene had even me reaching for holy water
liyah_clark bet someone’s getting lucky tonight
amara.imani maybe 🤔 we’ll see
username i think we can all agree that we’re jealous of her man and not her
liyah_clark true
username that video was an awakening, a cultural reset
username i’ve never watched a video so often
iamcardib picking you up at five
amara.imani i’ll be ready
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username the way i’m begging the gods now that amara and kylian are dating
danielricciardo i have secret footage of max and pierre dancing to wild side
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maxverstappen YOU HAVE NO PROOF
amara.imani dw guys, i believe you (send it to me)
username THE WAY I WOULD KILL FOR THAT VIDEO
charles_leclerc me too
amara.imani
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amara.imani getting emotional just thinking back. i missed it so much
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username the way she progressed and came back to us even stronger than she had ever been
username we really got our old amara back
username fr i still remember the way she used to be so shy in her videos
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graceywood you really came back to reign the top again
amara.imani and there’s no one i’d rather be doing that with than you
liyah_clark if anyone ever doubts you again, just show them that video and they’ll shut up really quick
liyah_clark also, charles just told me they created a ‘amara imani protection squad’ and the entire grid is in it
charles_leclerc amara is a honorary grid member
maxverstappen1 it’s not her against the world anymore but rather us against them
amara.imani 🫶🏾🥹
landonorris can we get free tickets for your next tour?
alex_albon ignore lando, we love you even without that (but can we pleaseee get tickets to your next tour)
amara.imani don’t worry guys, the next time i’ll go on tour you’ll be the first one to know
amara.imani if someone told me three years ago that the entire f1 grid would create a protection squad for me, I’d have probably called the police on them
amara.imani and antoine, if you’re reading this, you’ll be the second to know
𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄
kylian mbappe liked to call himself a lucky man. he had it all. his dream job that consisted of him scoring against top teams, he lived in paris, the city of love and he had the perfect girlfriend — the girl he had crushed on for years. and he had the perfect balance between his private life and work.
he could enjoy his time with amara, their growing relationship that was forming on all ends while also hide her from the public and make sure no one even knew that the two had been going out. they played the perfect game — but what he hadn’t realized was how his private life and social life started to intertwine and the lines became thin and blurry.
his teammates being huge fan of his girlfriend was starting to become a bit complicated; especially when they were talking constantly about her. kylian wouldn’t call himself a very possessive person but he wasn’t an alien and jealousy was completely human. if he could, he would keep her all to himself, somewhere where they could be all alone and it would only be the two of them. he knew that amara, liyah and grace often joked together and his brain was also aware that his teammates often joked when they were playfully teasing him for her but still; it didn’t make the jealousy deep inside him burn less.
usually when his brain was overworked like that and his thoughts were all over the place, football helped him calm down, find his foot again. but this time it was useless with the way his team mates were already waiting for him, huge grins adorning their faces. he had briefly talked to amara this morning before leaving for training with her being in a different time zone — which didn’t make him miss her less — but made his jealousy subside a bit when she had smiled at him bigly. she was his and only his, no matter how many people had seen her shake her ass.
he intentionally made a big circle around the group, walking directly over to the coach to get his first warming up exercises. he would deal with them and their childish antics later. the first sessions went quicker than he had anticipated and soon, he found himself with no way to escape them.
“oohh, le patron est arrivé,” ousmane exclaimed jokingly, clapping fiercely on his back as the french striker walked past him. — the chef has arrived
“ta meuf a faire fort,” presnel added, smirking at kylian playfully. “elle a percé, carrément.” — your girl did great, she literally dropped a bomb
he bit his lip at the mention of ‘his girl’, forcing his lips to not turn into a smirk. she was his girl, and only his and it was probably the proudest thing he had ever had. he could ever call his.
“le monde entier est jaloux de toi sans même le savoir,” ousmane snickered, “imagine s’ils savait qu’ils étaient jalouse d’une tête de tortue?” he laughed as kylian rolled his eyes. — the entire world is jealous of you without even knowing
— imagine they would know that they’re jealous of a turtle head
“it’s not funny anymore,” kylian muttered, giving ousmane a light slap on his neck even though it didn’t make his best friend stop.
“t’as même déjà vu le clip?” presnel asked him curiously as they entered the changing rooms. sitting down next to his things, kylian shook his head as he took a big sip of his bottle of water. — have you even watched the clip already
“no, but i already got a three minute long voice message from antoine.”
the grin on presnel’s lips grew as he raised his eyebrows teasingly. “ohhh, t’as encore rien vu mon frère. amara pulled out the big moves.” — you haven’t seen anything yet, bro
putting his hoodie on, he chuckled as he felt pride curse through his body at the mention of her achievements. “anyone who didn’t know that she’s talented is blind. she’s more than just talented. i’ll watch the video later, once i’m at home.”
leaning in closer and with a certain mischievous glint in his eyes, presnel suggested funnily, “how about … we watch it here? make it a team bonding experience?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
watching his girlfriend on tv together with his teammates while she was singing about having sex with him was not something kylian wanted to bond over with his team. just the thought made a small flame of jealousy and possessiveness appear in his stomach.
but he didn’t even have the chance to decline as presnel had already called the rest of the team over. “le gars, venez vite,” presnel called the others over loudly, laughing when he saw kylian’s expression. “on va regarder le nouveau clip d’amara.” — guys come quickly, we’re going to watch amara’s new video clip
he facepalmed, hearing the other players come in rushed, as they all gathered in front of the big tv in the changing rooms. they had all smirks plastered on their faces when they walked past kylian, all ready to tease him for his girlfriend’s new song. especially when it was about their sex life.
there were only two times when kylian mbappé had wished for the ground to open up and swallow him: when he had missed that penalty at the euros 2021 and now. when he had to witness his teammates watch a music video that was clearly about his sex life.
the minute the first scene had started to play, he wished he had lied when presnel had asked him whether he had already watched the video or insisted he would watch it alone. the video hadn’t even been on for thirty seconds before he could hear the first whistles of his teammates.
“damn,” one exclaimed as they watched amara dance in a gorgeous red dress, kylian remembered having bought for her. he didn’t know she had planned to use it for her video. glancing at them, some were attempting to mimic amara’s move, failing unsurprisingly but causing laughter all around them.
and as much as kylian didn’t like the thought of his friends watching her in that way, those feelings were very quickly overthrown by the pride he felt while watching her.
seeing her in her natural element, the way she sang so graciously, her voice matching perfectly to the music in the background, a sense of awe and admiration rushed over him. he knew someone had to be good to sing and some were good at dancing but the way she was that talented to do both and make it seem so easy and flawless — it opened a new perspective. she had come and seen him in his element, witnessed the way he made the ball his own and became a warrior on the ground and now it was his turn to watch her undeniable talent.
and it wasn’t just that, that left him speechless and in awe. moreover the way she danced, her moves filled with passion and dedication but also charisma and ability— it all passed through the screens, capturing him completely and his heart too. his teammates were probably too busy gawking at amara to even truly listen to what she was singing about but kylian felt hit with every word that she sang.
her voice resonated in his ears like a melody, a sound he would never forget. it wasn’t as beautiful as her laugh but it always managed to brighten everything up, illuminate his world. even though he had realized from the beginning how lucky he was to know amara and that he had to treat her like the goddess she was, today was again, a reminder that amara imani way out of his league.
there was this legend that sometimes, one had to fall several times in love with a person to know that they truly loved her — kylian had probably already fallen in love with her twenty times and this video proved he would do it many more times. every note she sang, every word she said about them and their life, every move she performed — it was her that truly captivated his eye. and the funniest thing was the it wasn’t even amara imani that he felt so strong about. it was the woman behind the music that had made her way into his heart and made it her home.
he was brought back from his thoughts when vitinha gasped and ousmane let out a loud sigh as they were met with the sight of amara in a beautiful silver bikini dancing. kylian chuckled at the way he
“you hit jackpot with her,” achraf told him, punching him lightly on the arm. he couldn’t hide his grin this time, only nodding as he thought ahead to when she would be back from the shooting — he couldn’t wait to wrap his arms around her, cuddle her while he showered her in affections and let her know that she was the sun in his universe.
“kylian, does she have a sister?” neymar asked jokingly, laughing.
he didn’t bother to reply, knowing that they were just trying to tease him. but his face grew a bit hot — even thought nothing was visible — when the two women were moving together slowly, their extensions covering their private parts. especially because they seemed to be all in awe.
“toi mon frère, t’as de la chance,” presnel exclaimed, grinning widely. “t’as vraiment étè béni,” he told his friend proudly, who only laughed. he couldn’t help but chuckle at presnel’s and ousmane’s antics, occasionally laughing at his enthusiastic teammates. — you my brother, you’re so lucky
— you were really blessed
as the video came to an end and the music started to fade out, till the screen was abruptly black again.
at first the changing rooms were quiet, with everyone still processing what they had just seen — a masterpiece and a talented genius. and then they all started clapping and whistling for kylian who started laughing.
that they were all fans of her was no secret; it was probably the most obvious thing in the world that the france national team and psg were huge fans of amara imani and even more since they had found out that she was dating one of their own. but what they realized now was that they had never truly seen her in action, in her world.
and between all of them, it was kylian who was wearing the biggest smirk of them all. as his teammates went back to what they were doing, still providing for playful commentary while others packed their things since training was over, he pulled out his phone to text his girlfriend.
INCOMING FACETIME CALL
grinning at his phone, kylian happily waited for amara to accept the call even though he knew she would probably still be on set. she had been eager to release it as it was the proud result of hard work, creativity and teamwork.
kylian remembered the days when she came home tired and exhausted from shooting and learning the choreography and it made him incredibly happy to see how it had all paid off. amara imani was a force to be reckoned with the moment she set her mind to something.
“alors, comment tu l’as trouvé?” amara immediately asked him the moment she saw his face appear on her screen. — so, what did you think of it?
“incroyable. c’était vraiment une belle video.” he replied with a warm smile and amara’s heart swelled at his words, her heart was full of joy and pride. to be honest, every other opinion on her didn’t matter anymore as long as he was okay with it. “but i think i’d have preferred if it was just me who got to see your beautiful body and not the entire world.” — incredible, it was a beautiful video
“are you jealous kyky?” she teased him playfully, laughing as she walked to a bit more private space to talk to him.
“pas du tout. mais je n’aime pas partager ce qui est a moi,” he smirked, amara’s eyes growing wide. she loved when he was possessive about her in that way — a healthy way where he just showed how not only proud and lucky he was to have her but also grateful. a different kind than evan’s jealousy where it was mostly always about his image. “the beauty of your body is something i’d rather not share with the world.” — not at all, but i don’t like sharing what’s mine
the singer made a mental note to thank god again the minute she finished talking because the luck she got that she wasn’t able to spot a blush — she had truly been a favorite.
they talked a bit, kylian occasionally asking some questions to the shoot before amara even noticed the unusual background. “by the way, i see you’re still at training. did you sneak away to watch the video in private.”
he shrugged nonchalantly. “presnel insisted that we all watch the video. the moment i walked in they were very excited to hear my opinion. he and ousmane have been singing it throughout the entire session.”
once her brain processed what he had just told her and what that meant, amara placed down her phone to hide her face in her hands. “oh mon dieu, don’t tell me that the entire psg team just saw me grinding on cardi b.”
this time it was kylian who laughed loudly. “je viens de te dire que tout le monde t’as vu nu et là seule chose qui t’inquiète ce que mes coéquipiers ton vu nue?” — i just told you that the entire world saw you naked and the only think that’s worrying you are my teammates?
“how am i supposed to look them straight in the eyes anymore? what if your coach saw it? or your parents,” she asked panicking, cringing at the fact that his teammates had watched her sing about sex while practically grinding on cardi b.
if he hadn’t attired the entire attention before he had now when he laughed loudly again, his laughter infectious as a small smile grew on amara’s lips. “mon amour, you don’t have to be embarrassed. they loved it. honestly, you should have seen ousmane trying to mimic your moves. it was hilarious. and antoine sent me a three minute long voice message to fangirl about the song.”
“i forgot they’re my biggest fans,” she replied as her embarrassment slowly faded.
“sometimes i feel like i’m dating them with you with the way they’re fangirling about you.”
“t’es encore jaloux?” she asked him mischievously, her tone teasing. — you’re still jealous?
he chuckled, rolling his eyes at her playful antics. “i already told you, i’m not jealous. i just don’t like sharing,” he insisted amusingly, laughing.
“LES GARS, KYKY IS ON THE PHONE WITH HIS AMARA!” presnel suddenly yelled into the changing rooms, putting all attention on the couple again.
“amara is on the phone?” neymar asked confusingly as presnel grabbed kylian’s phone out of his hands and showed it to the others.
“rend moi mon téléphone,” kylian demanded instantly, trying to get it back but marco stopped him from doing so. — give me my phone back
amara watched as the phone got passed from person to person before it ended in achraf’s hands. “where are you at the moment?” he asked, confusingly not recognizing the environment.
“not even a hi or a good morning? achraf, i’m disappointed. and that after kylian just vouched for you,” amara teased him as he rolled his eyes still she saw his lips curve up.
“hi amara. good morning to you even though it’s already past four,” achraf went along, making them all laugh. “so where are you?”
“still on set currently in new york. we wanted to celebrate for the video. i was told you were very impressed by it.”
achraf snickered. “ousmane nearly twisted his ankle trying to recreate your dancing. sadly we’re not as talented as you. you mastered the art of dancing.”
“les gars, redonnez moi mon téléphone,” kylian tried to get his phone back but he might as well have yelled at deaf people as his demands weren’t even acknowledged. instead, achraf passed the phone to presnel. — guys, give me my phone back please
“alors amara, après avoir vu cette video. faut quand même que tu nous dises comment kylian a fait pour te draguer?” presnel inquired which made amara’s grin only widen. “parce toi tu n'es pas sur son niveau.” — so amara, you really gotta tell us how he managed to bag you because after that video…
her cheeks were probably hurting from all the times she had laughed today as she talked to them. “i’ll take that as a compliment.”
neymar, who stood next to them with a wicked grin, waved at her. “if it isn’t meu artista favorito. so, when can we expect the next one?” — my favorite artist
“and preferably more child friendly. i think we know enough about kylian’s fetishes now.“ he joked playfully, referring to amara’s song rocket that had been just as exclusive.
“well, you know me. never missing a chance to embarrass our dear kyky,” she replied cheekily, grinning as she could just imagine kylian’s reaction at the moment.
“soo…” presnel began, wiggling his eyebrows as his tone turned more suggestive. “does our kyky take you for a ride every night?”
“or is it you who pulls up on him?”
her eyes widened as she nearly choked, coughing hard while she tried to take a breath. needless to say, the question had taken her off-guard. and the reaction she had shown had made the entire team laugh.
“has he shown you his wild side yet?
groaning, kylian rolled his eyes at his teammates. “mais arrêtez. redonnez-moi mon téléphone,” he demanded again, trying to grab his phone but ousmane managed to avoid his hand every time. — stop it please, just give me my phone back
“ton copain lâ est insolent,” ousmane complained jokingly, knowing that kylian would be even more riled up. “you didn’t answer our questions. has our kyks finally shown you his wild side?” — your boyfriend is getting really annoying
amara laughed. “all i can say is that i’ve finally seen his true colours.”
his teammates let out a round of whistles, wooing while presnel proudly clapped kylian’s shoulders.
“i think we should invite her to our next fifa night, show her how much her guy is lacking when he’s not on the ground.” neymar teased, knowing how sensitive kylian was about that topic.
amara snorted, stifling a laugh as she rejected their ideas. “désolée but i am not interested in your fifa-skills and as for kylian, even ethan manages to beat him,” she retorted sassily as the guys laughed loudly around her. they would tease the shit out of kylian for that, especially because the french striker liked to brag about his skills. “but don’t worry guys, he makes up for his lacking fifa skills in bed.”
wooes were heard all around the changing rooms as kylian begged for the ground to open and swallow him.
as they continued to talk, amara could see kylian become more and more desperate which amused her greatly. “your boyfriend is getting violent. i feel like we should give him the phone back.”
“you could always keep him. he paid me enough to last a year,” she added jokingly, winking playfully at neymar as the three laughed.
she watched as they passed the phone around again till it finally ended in kylian’s hands and she was met with his face again. she could instantly see how worked up he was against his teammates, especially achraf, ousmane and presnel, with the way his eyebrows were furrowed.
“i’m so sorry about them,” he immediately apologized, making amara snicker. “and i am very sorry about those questions. je te sure, même moi je me demande pourquoi je suis ami avec une bande de idiots comme ca.” — i swear, even i ask myself sometimes why i’m friends with this bunch of idiots
“HEY! WE CAN HEAR YOU!” one of his teammates yelled and everyone erupted into laughter again.
“ky, i love your friends,” amara beamed, wiping away some of the tears that had rolled down her face. “you’re so real around each other and they’re funny. i love how supportive they are.”
“can’t even lie about that. but they tend to be annoying very often.”
“please, you would probably cry if they left you alone. the amount of times you text achraf, you would believe you were dependent on him,” amara responded, giggling quietly. “i’m happy that they liked the video. i just wished they didn’t know what it meant.”
he laughed, the two small dips that were practically the origin of their story making their appearance again. “you do know that google translate exists right? they would have found out one way or another.”
her smile fell as she thought about his words before realizing her own stupidity. “true,” she replied quickly, facepalming.
as they continued to talk, with amara telling kylian all about their celebration gathering and the scenes from behind the video, kylian had managed to grab his things and bid goodbyes to his friends, ignoring their teasing and playful comments on his way out.
“by the way, i have a very special question,” kylian began, his tone turning slightly suggestive and playful with a mischievous smile creeping up on his face. “did you actually mean everything you said in that video?”
mimicking his mischievous expression, amara grinned at him. “i guess you’ll have to wait for me to come home to find out,” she answered simply, sending him her biggest smile.
he was lucky. and he had to send brice the biggest gift ever for dragging him out to that bistro that night. it was certainly the least he could do after the latter practically made him meet the love of his life.
— august 2021
one thing was certain. amara imani did not like parties.
and she wasn’t talking about family parties or gatherings because she loved those. no, she was talking about celebrity parties that forced people who spent their entire time digging and leaving nasty side remarks about each other, spend the entire night together. the ones where everyone was smiling at each other while talking behind each other’s back. and she hated those.
and it wasn’t even because she didn’t fit in — she had met plenty of people who had complimented her and told her how they loved her music. no, what really bothered her about those parties was the way everywhere she went, she could not be herself. she couldn’t even count on her fingers anymore how often she had to change personality just to fit someone’s image. and she was really trying. but it was simply overwhelming her.
evan, her latest and first boyfriend, was used to them. he didn’t have a problem, lying people bluntly in their face without even batting an eyelash. (that he would also do that to her, she would learn later). evan loved those parties because it gave him a chance to extend his network. having grown up in environments like those gave him the advantage of knowing how those gatherings worked, what to say and what to keep to yourself.
but amara just felt like an innocent lamb thrown in front of a wolf's cave. she was new to all this. two years ago, she was just a girl going to university and singing as a side hobby when she had time. now she was a rising superstar with some people idolising her and people watching every of her moves with the deepest scrutiny.
and to that she also had to add every of her wrong choices that she had already made. choosing the wrong friends (even though they had a truckload of obvious red flags) was clearly the biggest one. they were textbook fake friends with the way they acted around her and amara didn’t have to eavesdrop on them to know that they were talking behind her back. they were the ones to criticize her the most, harsher than any media outlet. and they were the ones who had led her to evan.
evan, the guy she thought was in love with her. the man who had cheated on her after just a month of dating. the millionaire heir who couldn’t even be bothered enough to ask why his drunk girlfriend was gone and currently having a panic attack in a public bathroom.
instead it was a random guy, who she didn’t recognize, who asked her for the first time a decent human question. “i don’t mean to overstep but are you okay?”
a small sob left her lips as she tried to wipe away her tears to get a better view of the man who had just asked her a question. her mind was blurry with the amount she had drank to forget all the problems that were going on and except his silhouette she couldn’t make out much.
she tried to say something, her mouth opening but all that came out of her lips were small sobs that her body tried to stifle. knowing that she wouldn’t be able to speak one word, she nodded even though it was clear that she was anything but okay.
“are you sure?” he asked again, not wanting to overstep any boundaries before comforting the woman in front of him.
again she nodded even if her heart was screaming no.
“you don’t seem very well.”
she shrugged, swallowing another of her sobs. her life was going down the drain and she couldn’t even admit that she wasn’t fine. her head was spinning and starting to hurt from all this crying but at the same time her brain couldn’t stop and her eyes just wouldn’t go dry. as if she was crying all the liquid of her body.
she contemplated whether she should just stand up and go, leave the man but her body was exhausted from all the tears it had shed. she probably wouldn’t move till and would be forced to be carried out of here.
the least thing she expected though was for the mystery man to rummage through his pockets and hand her a tissue. it wasn’t that she didn’t have the idea of drying her face but it had just been her luck to go cry on the one toilet that did not have any tissue anymore.
she hesitantly accepted it, wiping the tears away and drying her cheeks a bit.
“do you wanna tell me why you’re crying?”
amara sighed, leaning closer to the wall, her head hitting the cold cement. “i would. but i can’t stop crying,” she managed to croak out, quiet sobs interrupting each of her words.
“do you want me to get someone?”
“nope. it’ll probably stop soon. i just drank too much and it’s the alcohol leaving my body through my eyes.”
in a normal situation she would have laughed at her joke now but even that her body couldn’t manage. her drunk-self was always too emotional. her heart lightened though when she heard a short sound, a small amusing snort. at least he could laugh for the both of them.
“you don’t have to worry. it’s not the first time i’m this drunk. i just never remember when it last happened,” amara replied. and she then noticed that she was finally able to form normal sentences again. without sobbing between words every time.
“yeah, i think that’s what alcohol does to you.” he laughed and then crouched down to sit down next to her. as he looked at her, scanning her and memorising every detail of her as if he was scared of forgetting it. even if he knew he would never. “aren’t you cold?” he inquired, remembering the chill air from outside and remarking how the dress she was wearing was not providing her any cover against the wind from outside.
“i was forced to wear this. i’d have chosen another dress if i had been given the choice.”
he contemplated for a moment and slipped his jacket off before putting it over her. his cologne was strong, but it somehow gave comfort and amara instantly felt the warmth spread through her body as she adjusted the jacked over her shoulders.
“that’s a dior jacket. i’m going to ruin it with my tears and makeup and these are not cheap.”
“well, they’re cheaper than a new conscience and mine would never leave me alone if i left a woman crying in the men’s bathroom who’s also freezing.”
“this is not the women’s bathroom?”
he shook his head. “nope, it’s the men’s bathroom.”
“are you sure?”
“very. but don’t worry, practically no one uses it anyway. there’s one that is closer so everyone forgets about this one.”
she nodded, a small ‘hmm’ leaving her lips.
“is this your first gala?”
“nope. you?”
“no but i tend to avoid them if i can.” that was new for her. she hadn’t met one person tonight who seemed not excited to be here. no one to share that feeling with and now she had.
“i get that. it’s not really my scene.”
“mine neither.”
silence again. their eyes were just staring at the ceiling, who knows what was going on in their brains this time.
“how long till you would have finally snapped?” he then asked.
“i would have probably lashed out to the next person who asked me about my boyfriend again,” amara responded and he noticed the way her body language changed at the mention of her partner.
he sniggered.
“do you have a girlfriend?” amara questioned before taking it back again. “you don’t have to answer. i just realized how random all this is.”
he laughed, making amara feel good about herself. “no. i had one but we broke up. mutual agreement.”
she sighed, her mind flashing back to when she caught evan cheating. “you got lucky. my boyfriend cheated on me.”
“oh, that’s shitty.”
“i know. and the biggest problem is that my friends are all advising me to reconcile with him because it was just a mistake. but i feel like i’m not giving myself enough respect if i just forgive him.”
“you have shitty friends. i don’t really know what to do in that situation but i would tell you: if his only excuse was that he was drunk, then he’s not worth it. you should think about whether the good outweighs the bad enough. and then if you really love him. listen to yourself.”
she managed to smile weakly at him. “that was the first real advice i’ve gotten in days.”
he chuckled. “i was told i could make a very good therapist.”
“you aren’t?”
“i wish i was. would have made my life easier if the entire world didn’t know who i was,” he admitted and amara felt kind of stupid for thinking he wasn’t a celebrity. this was a high class gala and why would they just let random people in there. of course everyone here was known for something.
she stared at the wall. “do you ever wish sometimes you hadn’t made it? that you had just stayed normal and lived the average life?”
that question was certainly her biggest what-if. what if she hadn’t made it? what if beyoncé had never told the world how amazing she was and that she was talented? what if she had just continued to live her life the way it was and pursue her business degree?
“... sometimes. i guess feeling normal again for a day would do me some good. it would make my life much easier at the moment.” he paused. “but at the same time, the only reason why i got where i am today is because i truly wanted it. i knew the risks and the disadvantages of that life and i still worked my ass of to get where i am today. because i truly wanted it. it’s about how much you want it and what you’re willing to sacrifice for it.”
again, another silence pause. amara thought about his words. he was right in many ways but the aspect of sacrifice was bothering her. hadn’t she already sacrificed enough to make it where she was?
“what’s your star job?” he asked her nonchalantly.
“i’m a singer. you?”
“footballer.”
she smiled at him. “we’re quite the pair, aren’t we?”
he smiled at her. they were.
“i always doubt why i’m here,” she confessed, a bit taken back how easy it felt to admit it to the person in front of her when it felt hard to even admit it to her parents. she would never be able to admit it to her influencer friends and she felt way too guilty to talk to liyah about her worries. “the scrutiny of everything, the demands, the way everybody keeps comparing me to people like Beyoncé when i haven’t even reached my own level yet. and all those people judging me for every faux-pas that i do. i feel like i’m suffocating.”
“well, what’s your reason for wanting to make music? what’s the reason that pushed you to become a singer?” he asked her sincerely. amara stared at the wall — she had never even asked herself what had truly pushed her to do it. she had just done it. “let me tell you mine for football.”
“since i was little, all i dreamed of was football. i was this small little boy from a poor neighbourhood and the only thing i wanted to do was play football. soon, it felt like i only lived for it because it was the only thing i practically breathed. i wanted it much more than anything else and i knew what i was giving up when i was accepted to play pro. privacy, normalcy — all those things that i had taken for granted suddenly became a privilege that no money on the world can buy. but football meant more to me. it was my dream and my passion. i wouldn’t give it up for anything on the world. what’s your reason?”
amara cleared her throat. “i wanted to make music. after i hurt my knee in dancing and the doctor said i might never dance again, i needed a distraction so i started singing. i didn’t realise how much that distraction became my passion till i started to forget about dancing. i loved music, writing lyrics, experimenting with it and just singing — it made me happy. and suddenly my dream shifted to making it in the music industry. i wanted people to sing my songs, brighten their day with it. and i didn’t care what i would be losing to make it. because making it outweighed the disadvantages so much.”
he smiled at her. “and that’s why you made it. because you wanted it. you weren’t gifted and born into that environment. you actually wanted it. if making music is the only thing you truly care about than screw what the others think and what the media say. you didn’t come to read magazines but to lighten the world up with your music. and you should focus on that.”
she nodded, not truly knowing what to say. he was right, she didn’t become an artist to entertain the medias but rather her public. and even if it was just one person, it was enough for her to feel like she made an impact.
“did you ever doubt?” she asked him hesitantly. “i mean to be that smart, you must have doubted at some point to become this wise about it. were you ever in this situation?”
he stretched a bit before answering, “i got called up to play for the national team which is like the biggest honour ever for a football player. and during an important competition, i was the last one to take the penalty and i missed which got us out of the competition. and now the entire country hates me and somehow it’s my skin colour they seem to blame.”
she sighed. “that’s the problem with fans. they switch up way too easily. but if it’s any condolence, you said the reason you made it was because football was your passion. and it’s not some racist fake fans that are going to change that. if it makes you feel better, i am your fan. and i don’t care how many penalties you have already missed.”
he laughed. “you don’t even know what club or nationality i’m playing for.”
amara giggled. “i don’t have to, to know that there are not two players like you out there.”
suddenly aware that the two must have already spent an eternity in that room, she stood up, cleaning her dress a bit. “i think we should go back before they start to look for us.”
“yeah we should,” he replied, ignoring the pang he felt when she gave him back his jacket. he didn’t want her to go.”
“i hope you’ll score lots of goals and prove to them that you’re the best.” she turned around, trying to save a bit of her makeup to not raise too many questions.
“and i hope, you’ll make it to the top, no matter if with a boyfriend or fake friends.” he smiled at her one last time and then she was gone as he stared at the mirror.
kylian really wished he had persuaded her that night to leave with him. he would have spared her a lot of pain.
amara being in new york gave kylian time to think their timeline over. but it also opened the door to hidden memories that he thought he had locked away for good. and his and amara’s first encounter was part of that.
he regretted letting her go that night. they had spent three hours together just for them to act as if it had never happened. he wasn’t mad though. because he knew she was drunk and that the chances of her remembering were low. yet he had still held out hope when he had seen her again at that bistro that maybe, just maybe she could recognize him. but when she hadn’t, he had been okay with that — their story would just begin again.
he just wished he hadn’t advised her to go back to evan. the pain and tears he could have spared her from by telling her to leave him after he had cheated on her — but on the other hand how should he have known that evan would turn out to be a serial cheater (the worst type of men in kylian’s opinion) and hurt amara more than he would have thought?
there were lots of what ifs in their relationship; some what ifs even to the building of their relation. he didn’t like to believe in paradox universes and the possibility of multiverse but in this case he liked to believe that in another universe, maybe amara had left that night with him. and she would never have had to suffer that way because he would have treated her like a queen. kylian liked to believe that in another universe there was an amara, who did not have to build so many walls around her because she was hurt too often. that she was happy.
and to say that kylian missed his girlfriend was probably an understatement. even with the many facetime calls they had, the longing for her did not stop or calm down. her absence had been remarked by everyone but he had felt it the most. the scent of cinnamon and vanilla was missing around him and no matter how often he secretly showered with her body wash or used her skincare (a habit he had taken after being forced by her) it just wasn’t the same.
he sat comfortably on the long white couch that graced his living room, his eyes not leaving the clock above him. excitement and nervosity rushed through his body at the thought that amara would finally come home. come back into his arms that would probably tackle her with cuddles. the bed definitely felt cold and empty when she wasn’t there.
hours passed and passed as he waited for her message to tell him that she had landed. in the time that he had waited for said message, he had cooked, cleaned his living room, rearranged his wardrobe — all things that amara usually did. and sitting on the couch made him recall all those movie nights they had had or their first lazy sunday where he had managed to burn an egg. they had left memories everywhere, symbols and anecdotes of their love story.
a soft yellowish glow cast a warm light over the apartment as kylian extended his legs to get more comfortable. it had been a long day for him and the rushed feelings he had felt throughout the day because he anticipated her return so much had clearly exhausted him. next to that, training had been much more demanding as they were facing newcastle in the champions league next week and they needed to win.
it was past nine when tiredness finally overcame him and his eyelids closed without him even noticing. despite his best efforts to stay awake and pick amara up from the airport to truly welcome her home, his fatigue made it first to him, his breathing steady as he fell into a light sleep.
thirty minutes passed with kylian sleeping before the door of his apartment silently opened and a very tired but happy amara stepped in, her suitcase trailing behind her. her heart grew twice its size when she saw kylian asleep on the sofa, his phone still in his hands. like kylian, amara had also been suffering under their separation, missing him deeply. no hoodie or sweatshirt that smelled like him could make up for the coldness she woke up to in those past few days and she had learned that the hard way.
she was tired, very tired, but still her mind felt alive as she let herself quietly in, making sure to not wake the french striker up. the way he laid so peacefully on the couch, sleeping calmly, amara felt butterflies storm her stomach again and her knees going weak. a small smile formed on her lips at the sight of him wanting to stay up just for her arrival. she pushed her suitcase to the side, careful to not wake him before staring at the image in front of her again. it was just the perfect domestic scene.
it didn’t last long though as kylian began to stir. his sleep had only been light and the moment he his nose had picked up a faint smell of cinnamon and vanilla with a hint of vanilla, he had immediately been reminded of home. and that could only mean one thing — amara was home. the typical scent that usually greeted him when he came home from training and his body immediately relaxed because it was comfortable.
he blinked a bit, his eyes accustoming to the light before his view got clear and he was met with the sight of his girlfriend. there she was in front of him, dressed in sweatpants and in his hoodie with her hair quickly brushed back and somehow she was even more beautiful than kylian remembered.
“t’es la,” he muttered quietly under his breath, stretching his head.
“i took an earlier flight. i wanted to surprise you,” she replied in the same low voice, leaning down to press a soft peck on his lips. god, how she had missed him and being close to him. “tu m’as tellement manqué.”
“viens ici,” he pulled her closer, his arms immediately engulfing her into a hug and warmth spread through their bodies. the feeling of safety and comfort was back.
it was sweet the way both realised they gone through the same things, the same weird syndromes. amara had come home earlier because she had missed him so much and both couldn’t bear to be apart any longer. anticipation and longing faded away as they hugged but love still grew.
“were you waiting for me?” amara questioned quietly, intertwining her hands as they laid down on the sofa.
“i wanted to pick you up, welcome you home,” he replied sleepily, his grip tightening around her to keep her close to him. she turned around to softly peck his lips again.
she smiled softly at him. “t’es adorable,” she commented in the same tone, sleep starting to come over her too. “can we watch the frog princess? i want to see a disney movie.”
“the frog princess again?” the french striker groaned lightly, hiding his face in her neck.
“how can you say no to tiana’s beignets?” amara asked him jokingly, knowing that kylian knew she just wanted to see prince naveen. “and it’s been so long since we watched disney.”
his eyebrows furrowed slightly, not particularly in the mood for a disney movie. even if he wouldn’t admit it, he had taken a liking to her 90s and 2000s rom-coms but all he wanted for the moment was to cuddle his girlfriend. and watching the frog princess would mean he would have to share her attention with ‘the prince naveen’.
“the only reason you want to watch this is because you want to eye prince naveen,” kylian teased her, a slight sarcastic undertone as he put the remote out of reach for her to grab it.
amara snorted. “you’re saying that as if that’s something to be ashamed of. i’ll proudly stare at prince naveen and his hot face.”
“so you want to watch a move to watch a hot animated guy while your real hot boyfriend is laying next to you?” he retorted sarcastically which earned him a small nudge on his arm.
it was late, way too late to start a movie now and all kylian actually wanted was to fall asleep with her in his arms. after sleeping the entire week to a cold, empty space next to him his heart paced quicker at the thought of waking up again with her next to him.
and at the same time, he knew how much disney movies meant to her. she had explained it to him as a symbol of her childhood, where they were the first movies she had ever watched because back then it had been all they could afford. and if it made her happy right now — who was he to deny her from being happy? he was fine as long as she was wrapped in his arms.
he rolled his eyes, a faint, fatigue-plagued smile tugging at the corners of his lips, as he pressed the remote to open disney + and find the movie. “next time, i get to choose,” he muttered, secretly smiling at the way amara’s face lit up. she cuddled into his chest, warmth spreading through her body, but not without pressing one last tender kiss on his cheek.
kylian reached for the remote again and started the movie, the room instantly lightening up as the title sequence began, with the famous disney castle intro illuminating their screen. as the movie began to play out, starting with melodious tunes and the film’s soundtrack, kylian found himself falling asleep again.
with amara’s faint scent of cinnamon and vanilla, that so often reminded him of home, the comfort and warmth that he usually felt around her was back and their safe space around each other was restored again.
without even realizing, his eyelids suddenly felt heavier than before and whenever he blinked, his eyes stayed close for an extra second. amara was too invested into the movie to notice the way kylian was falling asleep but she would be lying if she said that she wasn’t fighting off fatigue too. especially because just like for kylian, feeling safe around each other and a comforting atmosphere were the best conditions to sleep in.
kylian had fallen asleep a long time ago when amara’s brain finally succumbed to her body’s demand to sleep. the soft glow of the tv screen along with the yellowish glow of the light painted their faces, still cuddled together on the couch. amara reached for the remote to turn off the tv before she turned to face kylian who was sleeping peacefully, his breath steady and calm.
“je t’aime tellement,” amara mumbled sleepily, placing a soft kiss on his forehead before she also fell into a deep slumber her body very much needed. after several days or longing and sleeping next to the cold spaced in their beds, they were very happy to have each other back. especially when they knew that this would last for eternities. as kylian liked to say “nous deux, c’est pour l’éternité.”
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Hair and There || Kylian Mbappé
Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x reader
Genre: Dad!Kylian, fluff
You wake up to the soft rays of the morning sun filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over your room. Nestled beside you, your husband, Kylian Mbappé, sleeps soundly, his peaceful expression reminding you of just how lucky you are to share your life with him. As you carefully slip out of bed, you're determined not to wake him, for it's a school morning, and your daughter needs your attention.
With a gentle kiss on Kylian's forehead, you tiptoe out of the room, making your way to your daughter's bedroom. There, she's already awake, her big brown eyes filled with excitement and a hint of sleepiness. Her school uniform is laid out neatly on the bed, ready for her to put on. You smile at her and start helping her get dressed for the day.
As you button up her blouse and tie her shoes, she looks up at you with a hopeful expression. "Mommy, can you do my hair in space buns today, please?" You nod with a loving smile, always eager to make her mornings special. "Of course, sweetheart." You grab her hairbrush and a spray bottle filled with water before leading her to the bathroom.
As you spray her hair, Kylian appears in the bathroom doorway, rubbing his eyes, still halfway between dreamland and reality. He's shirtless, and you can't help but admire how handsome he looks even with sleep in his eyes.
"What's going on here, ladies?" he asks, his voice still heavy with sleep. You chuckle softly. "Good morning, sleepyhead. Care to join us?"
Kylian yawns and stretches, his tall frame dominating the doorway. "Sure thing. I'd love to help." He walks over to stand beside you and your daughter.
You hand him one of the hairbrushes, and together, you and Kylian begin the gentle process of brushing your daughter's hair, detangling any knots. She sits patiently, enjoying the attention from both of her parents. It's moments like these that make your family feel even closerr.
After her hair is smooth and manageable, Kylian takes one section while you take the other, and you both begin the delicate task of creating two perfect buns. Your daughter watches with fascination as her hair transforms under your skilled hands. Kylian, despite his initial sleepiness, is surprisingly adept at this, his fingers nimble and gentle.
As you secure the second bun, your daughter looks at herself in the mirror, her face lighting up with joy. "Thank you, Mommy and Daddy! My hair looks beautiful." "You're welcome, sweetie," he says, planting a loving kiss on her cheek.
With her hair ready and her uniform on, your daughter is all set for school. You and Kylian exchange a glance, a silent understanding passing between you.
As you escort your daughter to the kitchen for breakfast, you can't help but feel grateful for the life you've built together. Kylian, is not just your husband but also an amazing father. Your mornings might be filled with school routines, but they are also filled with love, laughter, and the simple joys of family life.
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Unexpectedly Expecting | Kylian Mbappé
Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x f.Reader
Warnings: kissing? Mainly just fluff.
Summary: After feeling unusually exhausted and nauseous during your weekly gym dates, you find out some really happy news
A/N: Hello, everyone! I felt so bad for posting the last request so late, so I wanted to give you this one too as an early treat. Enjoy, lovelies ❣️
As you step out of the house with a water bottle in hand, Kylian is already outside stretching his muscles and taking in the fresh morning air. The sun has just started to rise, casting a soft golden light over the city. You can't help but admire how handsome he looks.
Together, you both have made it a weekly tradition to exercise. You enjoy taking long walks, jogging around the park, and lifting weights at the gym. Every time you are together, you push each other to do better and keep going. These dates are something you both cherish and look forward to every week.
But today feels different. You can't keep up with Kylian's pace, and you feel exhausted and nauseous. Kylian can sense that something is wrong as he looks at you. You can see the concern on his face as he asks, "Are you okay, mon amour? You don't look so good."
You reply weakly, "I don't know, Kylian. I feel so tired, and my stomach is queasy. Maybe I just need to lie down."
Kylian looks at you with a worried expression, "Are you sure you don't want to go see a doctor?"
You shake your head, "No, I don't want to bother the doctor. It's probably nothing."
Kylian nods his head, understanding your hesitation to go to the doctor. He gently takes your hand and helps you out of the gym, wrapping his arm around your waist as he guides you to the car.
Once you're seated, Kylian drives carefully and attentively, making sure not to jostle you around too much. "Te sens-tu mieux, mon coeur ?"he asks, glancing at you with concern. ("Are you feeling better, my heart?")
You shake your head weakly. "Pas vraiment. My stomach feels like it's doing somersaults." ("Not really.")
He keeps a careful eye on the road, making sure not to hit any bumps or potholes.
"Is the car ride making you feel worse?" he asks, glancing at you again.
You nod, feeling the nausea rising up in your throat. "I think so. Can we please get home soon?"
Kylian nods understandingly and turns onto your street. As soon as he parks the car, he jumps out and comes around to your side, opening the door and helping you out.
"Let's get you inside," he says, wrapping his arm around your waist and guiding you to the door. "I'll make you some tea and we can just relax for a bit."
You lean your head against his shoulder, grateful for his support. "Merci, Kylian."
Kylian just smiles and kisses the top of your head. "Anything for you, mon amour."
As soon as you cross the threshold, Kylian takes off his shoes and rushes to the kitchen to make you some tea. He selects a delicate blend of green tea that he knows you love and brews it to perfection. He carefully adds a spoonful of honey to it, hoping that the sweet taste will help ease your nausea.
When he brings you the tea, he makes sure to sit down next to you and hold your hand. He rubs soothing circles on your back as you take small sips of the tea, hoping that it will help settle your stomach.
But the smell of the tea makes your nausea worse, and you feel a sudden urge to vomit. Kylian immediately jumps into action, holding your hair back as you retch into the toilet. He keeps a steady hand on your back, whispering comforting words to you as you try to calm down.
"Shh, ça va aller, bébé. Je suis là avec toi," he murmurs, rubbing your back soothingly. "Just take deep breaths and let it all out."
You nod weakly, feeling grateful for Kylian's presence. After a few minutes, you start to feel better, and Kylian helps you up from the bathroom floor.
"Let's get you back to bed," he says, leading you back to the bedroom. "You should rest for a while."
You nod again, feeling too tired and weak to protest. Kylian helps you settle back into bed and covers you with a blanket, sitting next to you and holding your hand.
"Is there anything else I can do for you?" he asks, his voice filled with concern. You shake your head, feeling tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. "No, Kylian. You've done enough. Thank you for taking care of me."
Kylian just smiles and leans down to kiss your forehead. "I'll always take care of you, mon amour."
The next morning, you wake up feeling even worse. You stumble to the bathroom and vomit again, with Kylian rushing in behind you to hold your hair back and rub your back.
After you finish, Kylian looks at you with concern and says, "I think we need to call the doctor, mon amour. This isn't normal, and I don't want you to keep suffering like this."
You nod weakly in agreement, grateful for his support. Sitting down beside you on the bed, Kylian takes out his phone and calls his physician. After a few rings, the doctor answered, "Bonjour Kylian, comment puis-je vous aider?" ("Hello Kylian, how can I help you?")
"Bonjour docteur, c'est à propos de ma femme. Elle a été malade toute la nuit, elle a vomi plusieurs fois et elle se sent vraiment mal ce matin,” replied Kylian, tracing soft circles on the back of your hand.
("Hello doctor, it's about my wife. She has been sick all night, she has vomited several times and she feels really bad this morning.")
"Does she feel any nausea or dizziness?"
"Yes, she's been very nauseous and she feels very tired."
Pausing for a second, the doctor continues, “I suggest you have her take a pregnancy test. Morning sickness and fatigue are often signs of early pregnancy.”
Hearing the word pregnancy made you jolt in surprise as you looked at Kylian, his eyes mirroring your expression. "Really? Do you think that's possible?” You tightened your hold on Kylian’s hand as the doctor replied, "Yes, it could be possible. Have her take the test and call me with the results.”
Kylian thanked the doctor and hung up the phone, you look at him with a mixture of anxiety and excitement. Pulling you into his lap, Kylian warps his arms around in comfort, "The doctor thinks it's possible that you might be pregnant. He suggested that you take a pregnancy test. What do you think, mon amour?"
As Kylian speaks, you can feel your heart beating faster with a mix of fear and excitement. The news has caught you off guard, and you're not quite sure how to feel. You lean into him, feeling comforted by his embrace, and take a deep breath.
"I...I don't know, Kylian. It's just...sudden. But at the same time, I can't help feeling excited about the possibility." You say, your voice barely above a whisper.
Kylian squeezes you tighter, "I know, mon amour. It's okay to feel both scared and excited at the same time. Whatever the result of the test is, we will face it together, okay?"
You nod, but despite his reassurances your mind races with a million thoughts. You feel a wave of excitement at the possibility of being pregnant, but at the same time, you're filled with a sense of apprehension. What if something goes wrong? What if you're not ready for this?
Kylian notices the mix of emotions on your face and gently brushes a strand of hair away from your forehead. "You're not alone in this, and I promise to be with you every step of the way,” he reassures you. “I’ll ask my assistant to go buy a test for us.”
Shaking your head, you look at him, “No, Ky. I have some in the bathroom. But, can you hold me for a bit, please?”
Kylian smiles warmly, “Of course, mon ange,” he says, pulling you closer to him. You feel his arms wrap tightly around you, and his warmth provides a sense of comfort and security. You lay there for a while, snuggled up together, enjoying the intimacy of the moment.
Eventually, Kylian gently pulls away from you and heads to the bathroom to retrieve the pregnancy test. As he comes back to the bedroom, he sees the apprehension in your eyes and gives you a reassuring smile. “Don't worry, je suis là pour toi,” he says, handing you the test.
Taking a deep breath, you head to the bathroom and follow the instructions on the test. Once you’re done peeing on the stick, Kylian comes in just as he hears you flush. Hugging you from behind you as you wash your hands. He gently kisses your neck trying to calm your nerves. You gently scratch the back of his head, bringing him closer to you as you anxiously wait for the results.
The timer you had set on your phone goes off jolting you and Kylian as you both look at each other with silly nervous grins spreading on your faces as your hearts pound with anticipation mixed with fear at the prospects of being parents.
“Omg, Ky. I’m so nervous”, you let out a shaky breath tightly gripping Kylian’s arms that are wrapped around your waist. “Me too, bébé. Let’s both look at it. On the count of three.”
Nodding, you reach over to grab the pregnancy test, your husband’s hand holding yours tightly. You felt him take a deep breath, his chest rubbing against your back, “One, two, three.”
Two lines. You were pregnant.
“We're pregnant!” he exclaims, hugging you tightly as he buried his face at junction between your neck and shoulder. You both dissolve into a fit of laughter and tears of joy, knowing that your lives are about to change forever. You could feel his heart beating rapidly, matching the pace of yours. “We did it,” he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. “We're going to be parents.”
Turning in his hold, you grab his face and kiss him passionately. Kylian's arms tighten around you, pulling you in closer as you feel the weight of the moment. You can hardly believe it - you're going to be parents!
Your lips part for a moment, and you both gasp for air before diving back in for another kiss. You can feel Kylian's smile against your lips as he deepens the kiss, his hands roaming over your body.
Breaking the kiss, Kylian looks at you with a mixture of love and amazement. "I can't believe it," he says, his voice choked with emotion. "We're going to have a baby."
You can hardly contain your excitement, and you bury your face in his chest, tears streaming down your face. "I'm so happy, Ky," you whisper. "I never thought I could love anyone as much as I love you, and now we're going to create a life together."
Kylian holds you tightly, his fingers running through your hair as you both revel in the moment. You can feel his heartbeat, steady and strong against your chest, and it fills you with a sense of peace and contentment. You know that there will be challenges ahead, but you also know that you'll face them together.
As you pull away from his embrace, you meet his gaze and smile. "We have so much to do," you say, your mind racing with thoughts of baby names, nursery decor, and everything in between.
Kylian nods, his eyes shining with excitement. "We'll figure it out," he says, his voice filled with determination. "We'll do it together, and we'll be the best parents we can be."
With those words, a sense of profound conviction grips you, and you feel a surge of determination to face any challenges that may come your way, confident that you and Kylian will stand together as a stalwart team, resolute and unwavering in your commitment to each other and to the journey that lies ahead.
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New Romantics | Mbappé [4]
» summary: in which an arrogant and talented football player (the best of his time as some say) and a focused and harsh critic of a journalist are gonna have to find a way to co-exist.
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I was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations...
FRENCH BAR - NIGHT
“They are always using the same starting 11” she drew on the napkin, the paper getting slightly torn apart as she’d write on it. She had a made a sketch of what looked like a small field and drew 22 small circles on it, 11 on either side, representing each team. Then over the circles she’d write the names of the players. “That makes it easy to know how the game will play out.”
She was in the middle, sitting in between Ektike, Ramos, Burnet, Neymar, Hakimi and Kylian. Everyone was looking at her sketches, especially Ektike who was sitting next to her. Kylian was sometimes glancing at it but he was trying to look like he didn’t care much about what she had to say. “They are weak at defending their set pieces-“ she made an arrow from on circle to another “which allows you guys to move freely on the field-“
“But they foul a lot. And they foul hard.” Jumped in Neymar who was sitting on her other side. He pointed at one of the circles “He’s ruthless.”
“So, use that in your favor. They have a habit of fouling on dangerous areas.” She explained. “That alone creates a lot of chances for you.”
“You expect us to stay there and let ourselves get fouled then?” asked Kylian, leaning forward on the table. He was testing her. Hakimi was observing, expecting another round of comebacks and insults to begin.
“I expect you to be smart. If they want to be reckless and stupid and foul you right outside of the box then that’s on them” she smiled “it’s what I did to Verratti today. He could have chosen to pull back, pass the ball over to his teammate but he wanted to go against me so instead his chose to kick the ball on his right leg- he didn’t calculate his injury. Reckless and stupid.”
Kylian didn’t answer but he kept his eyes on her as the rest of the boys continued to listen to her pointers. She turned the napkin the other way, writing down all the weaknesses she had supposedly journal through the season about ANGERS and their approach. Most of the boys seemed to humor her, even agree with her. That’s when he realized two things. First was that she and her boss hadn’t analyze only his career down to the tiniest of detail but she was like a hard disk. She knew the stats of all the players, ready to answer with numbers at any question. How had she memorized all that information without burning her brain cells? Second thing was that the girl had written and sketched out the strategy for an entire match on a napkin. A freaking napkin that someone would come and throw away. It didn’t surprise him anymore that JW had sent her in Paris instead of coming himself. He started seeing her true potential, the reason Marcos and Galtier trusted her as much as they did and he was even more intimidated by it. So, he kept his mouth shut and casually observed the way she was slowly adapting around the members of the team. Even Ektike had began taking a liking at her and Ramos was more friendly than the others.
“You don’t have a favorite player?” Neymar stretched his hand behind her on the booth, leaning closer. Kylian watched them getting closer from the corner of his eye. Taylor put her hand on his face to push him away from her personal space.
“Hoping to hear your name junior?” The boys laughed. Neymar admitted defeat and pulled back. “I don’t because my job is to not be biased.”
“JW taught you that?” Asked Burnet. She got nervous at the question and nodded quickly.
“Yes. That and everything I know.” She motioned at the napkin. Kylian caught her expression changing like she was anxious about something all of a sudden.
“Looks to me like you know a little more than him” Hakimi said while snatching some chips from the middle of the table. Kylian gave him the side eye, was he warming up to her as well? “I mean you’re basically a walking Wikipedia. Does he even pay you enough for what you do?”
She laughed to hide her anxiety. No one else was laughing though, so she choked it, coughing to regain her composure. “Um... he’s- I wouldn’t be half of what I am without him.” In a way it was true. JW was someone she used to be, someone that wasn’t fainting after the first half and that could get brutal if she wanted to. JW was who she would have been if she hadn’t been cursed by life.
“Does he even play ball the way you do?” Ramos asked. She scoffed again, looking away, avoiding making eye contact with any of them.
“He’s a great player. Better than me.” She answered, keeping her voice steady. She looked up, her eyes finding Ramos “He’s… he used to play professionally, like you. He was a great talent.” She smiled weakly “but life happened and unfortunately, he had to let go of the sport. So, he tried to find a different way to be involved.”
“A very annoying way.” Said Ektike, drinking his beer. They started laughing again, complaining about the articles that JW had written about then in the past. Kylian didn’t, which his own friend, Hakimi, thought was very weird of him. When everyone else was occupied paying the bills or trying to at least because Ramos wasn’t gonna let Taylor pay for her drinks, Hakimi leaned closer to Kylian who was focused on his beer bottle. He kept scratching on the label, taking the sticker out.
“You know, You’re the one that invited her.” He told him, low enough so only he would hear. Kylian raised his eyes, he glanced at Hakimi and then at the girl who was getting up, getting ready to leave. He never answered to his friend’s comment. He got up as well, wearing his jacket, he neared Taylor, his hand touching the small of her back. She flinched at the contact, turning to face him and he pulled his hand away quickly, instantly regretting touching her. She examined him, suspiciously. He slipped his hands in his pockets, clearing his throat.
“You need a ride?” he asked but his tone was cold despite the offer like he wanted her to refuse.
“Ramos already offered” she answered. A sudden relief washed over him but at the same time… regret?
“Actually-“ Ramos was looking at the GPS on his phone, tracking the way to her house “Ky’s house is on the way to yours. I’d have to go out of my way.” He explained “maybe its best.”
Kylian looked down at her, accepting his fate. She seemed to accept it as well, nodding. After everyone said their goodbyes, Kylian and her made their way to his car. She felt weird just by sitting on the passenger seat. It was an expensive car, just like the bar she had spent the last couple of hours in. She wasn’t used to that, she never made big money from football, never had this sort of life and it began to dawn on her how her life was changing. Hanging around millionaires and basically celebrities. More than 10 people had come up to their table tonight, asking for autographs and pictures, especially from Kylian. The same Kylian that was now driving her to her apartment and who had deliberately turned the music on the radio so he wouldn’t have to talk to her. Every time she thought that he was warming up to her, he would shut her out in seconds like he was blaming her for all his insecurities. She tried to find a subject, something that had nothing to do with football, maybe about Ann. But she stopped herself before she said anything, every time. She didn’t try to make a conversation, she didn’t want to have another fight with him, she was too tired for that and no matter their relationship he was still driving her home. That was decent of him. Although she did wish he’d let her learn more about that side of him, instead of always getting so mean and abrupt.
Kylian was thinking the same in a sort of way. He wanted to make conversation, he wanted to follow the plan that he had set with Verratti and get close to her but he didn’t know how. He couldn’t stop himself from getting defensive around her, especially when they were talking about football. So, silence settled around them, an uncomfortable kind of silence that not even the radio could make better.
He stopped at a red light. His eyes scanning the roads and the stores on the sidewalks. That’s when he saw a pet shop, he looked away quickly but the idea had already gotten in his head. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, thinking about it. He looked at her, she had no idea. She was staring out her window but she hadn’t seen it. He smiled, why was he smiling? He forced his features to get serious. He failed, after a few seconds he was smiling again. He looked at the store, biting is lip as the idea in his head was getting louder. When the light turned green, he started the engine and drove, stopping in front of the store. The sudden stop made her worried, she gave him a weary look while he was unbuckling his belt. He nodded at the store behind her, signaling her to look. She did but she glanced back at him just as quick, still confused.
“Promised I’d get you food, right?” he explained and got out of the car before she could stop him. She laughed at his actions in disbelief. She observed as he entered the store, taking out his wallet, picking out a bag with cat food and giving it to the cashier, then he paid and picked it up again. Coming out and back to her. He entered the car, sitting next to her and handed her the bag. All she could manage to do was stare at him, her mouth open in shock as she held the bag in her hands. She kept glancing back and forth at him and the cat food. Her scoffs turned to chuckles, the corners of his mouth turned up when he heard her laughing like that and he started the car again.
She drew her lower lip between her teeth, shaking her head. “You’re unbelievable.” She leaned back on her seat and he laughed. He glanced quickly at her, then back at the street. “Is this some sort of peace offering?”
He pouted his lips, his hand falling on the side as he thought about it. “Is it working?”
“I mean it would have gone terribly wrong if Luna wasn’t actually a cat-“ she tried but he started laughing before she even finished the sentence.
“Somehow I never feared that-“
She smacked him on the shoulder. The way she’d smack her friends. He pretended to be hurt by the contact, pulling away from her. Silence returned to the car after a few more giggles but this time it was sweeter, it was easy. She gazed at the streets of Paris, she was slowly accepting that this would eventually be her new home and the guy sitting next to her was her co-worker, someone she’d spent hours on end with.
“I don’t hate you; you know?” he said and she wished she had recorded it. At first, she thought that she heard wrong and she wanted him to say it again but then he said something that sounded more like him “I really don’t like your boss-“ She sneered, looking away. The irony was too much for her but she didn’t say anything. “But I think you’re smart… sometimes.”
She scrunched up her face, almost smiling “Good to know”
He stopped the car as they reached her apartment building.
“Thank you for the ride and you know… not driving me off a cliff” she said, earning another laugh from his.
“Thank you for not poising my drink, even though I’d deserve it.”
“Truth is I tried, Hakimi just stopped me multiple times.”
That cracked him up, he leaned his body forwards as his chest vibrated with laughter. She laughed along with him. They had to take a few deep breaths before they both managed to collect themselves. They would still let out small laughs, that were coming out as whispers, unable to hold back their smiles. He turned his head to face her, his eyes falling on her. He noticed she had a tiny mark of a scar just over her eyebrow. He noticed small things about the side of her face, her sharp cheekbones, her lines. He looked away when she gazed at him, he didn’t want her to know he had been staring. She reached for his shoulder, a move he didn’t expect but he looked at her tiny palm on his board shoulder before connecting his eyes with hers.
“Can I give you an advice without you lashing out at me?”
He thought about it but eventually nodded.
“Be more of yourself on the field. Don’t let insecurities take over you. You don’t have to prove you’re great, we already know you are. You just have to play.” She raised the bag he bought for her and smiled “thanks again” she said and exited the car.
But the secret is still my own. And my love for you is still unknown
TAYLOR'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
She ran upstairs to her apartment, the cat coming and curling at her feet the minute she got inside the small apartment. Taylor smiled down and knelt to pet her, rubbing he ear as she poured in her palm “Got you a surprise.” She sang and shook the bag in front of the little kitten. She put a handful of the food on the cat’s bowl and saved the rest on the cupboard under the sink. She had a shower, washed her face and drank her pills. She poured herself a bowl of cereal and sat on her bed, eating them while staring threateningly on her computer screen. She had opened a blank page, a blank page that she was supposed fill. She started multiple sentences after setting down her ball on the nightstand but she kept erasing them. Starting over again and again and again. She tried to use music to get her mind working, listening to Jennifer Owens. The song “Alone” played on the background, and she started tapping on the keyboard, hoping to get her inspiration flowing but it was worthless. It was like she couldn’t gather her thoughts on one paragraph. She didn’t even know where to begin. Was she supposed to write about today’s training game? Talk about her encounter with the young fan? She just stared on the blank box, waiting for an article to write it’s self. Time would pass and the page would remain empty. Why was she struggling so much? She huffed and laid her head back on the pillow, rubbing her eyes together. Luna crawled up in bed and up to her chest. Pouring in between her chest, taylor uncovered her eyes to see the cat and pouted.
“I think I’m in trouble.” She admitted but the only thing the cat did was lean closer and down to her neck, closing her eyes and sleeping on her skin. She petted the cat, her fingers diving in her black fur. She smiled. “Yeah, you don’t care, do you? Of course, you don’t. you’re just a cat.” She laughed, remembering her discourse with Kylian. She could feel her cheeks burning up, turning red but she waved him off her mind and got up to start writing while everyone else in Paris was asleep, the way lonely people do.
KYLIAN'S HOUSE / BEDROOM - NIGHT
Kylian on the other side of Paris, in a whole different apartment, wide and modern, he sat on the edge of his bed. The view from his window was beautiful, the city lights, the streets, the houses, everything seemed so small from where he was. Even the Eiffel Tower looked small in the distance. He kept replaying the last thing she told him on his head. Surprised at himself that he never responded to her. He laid backwards, closing his eyes. His phone buzzed and the screen lit up next to him on the mattress, showing his father’s face appearing on his screen. He picked it up.
“Oui papa?”
“Kylian, es-tu prêt pour demain?” [are you ready for tomorrow?]
Kylian closed his eyes, his expression saddening. What happened to asking people if they were ok when calling. “Oui.” He answered.
“Tu t'es suffisamment entraîné?” [did you train enough?]
He sighed, moving the phone away from his ear while his father went on and on about every single thing he did wrong on the last match and how he should avoid doing the same mistakes again. A part of him wanted to hang up. Maybe even throw the phone out of the window “Kylian? Kylian? Tu m'écoutes?” Kylian moved the phone back to his ear, his eyes remaining closed.
“Oui, papa. Mais je suis très fatigué. Nous parlerons demain, d'accord?... Oui, moi aussi, Pa. Bonne Nuit.” He threw the phone across the mattress the minute his father hanged up. The usual silence filled the room, the silence of lonely people. He covered his face with his hands, dragging them across his face and he fell asleep after a while his body giving in that silence and the soft mattress. He fell asleep with his clothes, with his worries on the back of his head, with her laugh echoing in his mind and his father’s pointers. You know, the way that lonely people do.
They both woke up at the same time by their alarms, in different bed and different rooms. Taylor had fallen asleep with her computer on her chest and when she woke up, she already had a headache. Kylian woke up in the same clothes, with a slight neck pain because he never moved to lay his head on the pillow. No matter the differences and the miles away from each other, each in their bedroom as they opened their eyes the same words slipped out of their lips “It’s game day.”
Taylor jumped out of her bed, the cat getting scared and tangled in the sheets, the computer almost falling on the ground before she dropped herself and reached her hand to stop it from crashing “oh my god” she mouthed to herself and put the computer back on the bed. She ran around her small apartment, bumping on the walls and stuff that she had left on the floor. It was a messy apartment to say the least. in the bathroom, washing her face and her teeth and then went to her kitchen to make coffee. While the coffee was brewing and her the bread was getting toasted, she grabbed her jeans, putting them on quickly and stumbling, falling on the ground. She got up fast, looking in her closet for a shirt. “What am I supposed to wear-“ her phone began ringing. That’s when she realized it was under the sheets so she started throwing them around, looking under them in panic until she found it under her pillow “Yes?” she answered. “Yes, coach I’m on my way.” She reassured him. From the corner of her eye, she caught her cat getting near the Kettle, smelling it. She tried to keep her composure until Galtier hanged up, her eyes opening wide and she ran to pull the cut away from the burning machine “You’re gonna burn your mustache!” she yelled. The cat meowed, asking for food. She leaned her forehead on the cat, shaking her head. “What’s the worst thing that can happen right?” Luna meowed again.
Kylian’s morning was calmer. He moved around his large apartment slowly, from his bathroom to his kitchen. Everything was on their rightful place; the floors were clean and the white color on the walls and the minimalist decorations were a huge contrast to Taylor’s space. He sat on the table, slowly sipping on his coffee. The slight domestic sounds were the only thing you could hear. He’d scroll on his phone, see a couple of tweets, like pictures on Instagram, answer a few messages. He was calm, used to these mornings. The calm before the storm he called them.
TRAINING CAMPUS / OFFICES – DAY
Taylor rushed up to Galtier’s office, holding all her folders and her papers in her arms and her laptop hanging on it’s bag from her shoulder. When she came in Galtier was on the phone so she looked around awkwardly, wondering if she could leave the folders on the chair or the table. She slowly tried to place them on his desk before the fell over but Galtier stood up, yelling on his phone, which scared her and she pulled back quickly, tripping and falling on the chair behind her, hugging the papers so they wouldn’t fall off her hands. She pretended like she actually meant to sit down, trying to look composed. Galtier threw his phone on the table when he hanged up, cursing in friends. He sat back down like nothing had just happened and looked at her. It took her a while before she got the memo and placed all the papers on his desk.
“These are from yesterday’s conference with ANGERS. I tried to gather everything they said in a couple of pages-“ she handed him two papers. He took them, scanning them back and forth but he wasn’t reading them. “They are certainly trying to provoke but I think it’s because they are scared. They have the same starting 11 as we expected-“
“Were you at the conference?” he asked, looking at her. Her shut in a tight line, she thought about his question, then started shaking her head slowly.
“No sir. I got the interviews online.”
“I want you to be on every conference from now on.”
She nodded “Yes sir.”
“What else do you have for me?”
“I made up my suggestion for the starting 11.” She slipped a paper towards him “An analysis of the approach I think we should follow-“
“You’re nervous.” She stopped, her eyes getting bigger. She didn’t respond. “I can promise you the boys are more nervous than you are. If you wanna do this job you have to learn to be brutal not just on paper but on the field as well. You can’t be looking like you’re going to throw up.”
She gulped, tried to calm her features and her expression to look calmer “I’m sorry sir. It’s just the nerves of the first match.”
“The players will get here at 5, the bus will leave at 6 so we can be on the stadium by 7. I expect you to have gotten your nerves under control until then.” He said and waved for her to get out of the office. She wanted to crawl and hide in a hole. Instead she jut founded the nearest corner and leaned her body against the wall, closing her eyes.
“What am I doing?” she whispered to herself, rubbing her eyes. She looked at her clock, realizing she only had a few hours to finish her pregame article. She went to the kitchen, opening the laptop and began writing. Pregame articles on her website were one of her favorite things to do, she’d write about where she saw the game going and making her predictions. She started writing a sentence about her low belief in Kylian, how she hoped that he would finally get back to the great player he was before the world cup but began feeling this regret in her chest. Like she was doing something wrong. And she didn’t feel that only for Kylian but for all the boys she had grown close to in the last couple of days. She read the whole article ones; she wasn’t happy with it. She wasn’t as harsh with the boys as she should have. Why had she let herself get as close to them? a few seconds later Neymar and Hakimi came in.
“Ola Princessa” called Neymar when he saw her and walked over to her, leaning on the table to peck her kiss in a teasing and flirtatious way. She pulled back quickly. He frowned at her reaction but didn’t say anything. He went to the fridge to get himself a water bottle. Hakimi sat next to her while she tried to keep her distance from him.
“What are you writing?” She closed the top of her computer before he got a glimpse of her writing. Hakimi raised his eyebrows. “All good?”
“Perfect.” She answered and got up, getting her computer with her. She headed for the exit of the kitchen when she bumped on Kylian who was walking in at the same moment. He reached for her arms to stop her before the crashed on each other.
“Careful where you going, can you?” She looked up at him. Ignored his comment and walked past him “Your boss won’t post his pregame predictions?” she stopped on her tracks, grasping on the computer “I was excited-“ Kylian got an apple from the basket taking a bite. “Stayed up to read it last night.”
She turned her body to face him, forcing a smile on her lips “he’d tell you it’s very unprofessional to stay up late before a match. I truly hope it doesn’t influence your playing.” His face fell, he kept the apple in between his teeth while glaring at her. She gave him another smile, turned back on her way. He finally bit on his apple swallowing the piece aggressively.
“What did you do?” Asked Hakimi, standing next to his friend.
“Nothing!” Kylian defended “I even bought her cat food” Hakimi’s eyebrows drew together and Kylian was quick to explain “she actually has a cat- it wasn’t for her. I wasn’t trying to be an asshole.”
On the ride to the stadium Taylor was sitting alone at the front, while the boys were basically throwing a party on the back. She could feel Galtier’s eyes on her, studying her. It was making her skin itch. She still hadn’t posted that article. Before the game the team gathered on the locker room, Galtier was in the middle making on of his speeches and motivating the team. She was standing by the door, arms crossed on her chest as she listened. Kylian gazed at her while she wasn’t looking, he got so carried away at some point he stopped listening to Galtier, he was just watching her. When the motivational speech was over, she left them to get dressed.
“Do you have a spare bottle?” asked Hakimi, looking inside Kylian’s bag.
“Yeah-“
“Dude what is this?” Hakimi pulled out a napkin. It was the napkin Taylor had made her notes on. Kylian grabbed it and threw it back on his bad, picking out a water bottle for his friend and zipping the bag closed. Hakimi laughed and grinned at his friend but didn’t say anything.
Taylor sat on the benches watching at her team. Her team. God that sounded weird but they were in a way, weren’t they? The game started, figures running and chasing a ball or chasing each other. She wanted to run in there and help the team as well. When she saw Neymar shooting an awful pass at Burnet she yelled and jumped up from the benches.
“HEY! LOOK WHERE YOU ARE SHOOTING JUNIOR”.
Galtier looked at her outburst and she was expecting him to tell her to shut up but he smiled. That made her feel better. Ektike scored at the first 10 minutes, giving them a head start. She jumped in excitement and threw herself on Galtier. Galtier remained still and she pulled back quick, looking away. She was starting to get really into the game and she wanted to yell even more but she had to hold herself, reminding herself that the team still saw her as just a journalist. It was when she started giving pointers at Marquinhos that Messi gave her a confused look, watching her from the other side of the field. She realized she was getting out of control so she sat back down and put her hand over her mouth. Then she saw him. He was running with the ball in his feet, kicking it towards the opponents, he was going to score. She leaned forward in excitement, ready to jump and celebrate until he was tackled on his ankle, twisting it and tumbling on the grass right outside the penalty area. She got up rushing as close as she could get, her feet almost crossing the white line. She tried to see him but he was crowded by the rest of the team and the medics. Meanwhile Marquinhos was discussing with referee, arguing about whether it was a penalty or not. Half the stadium was yelling yes and the other half was yelling no. Her eyes were stuck on the man in yellow, waiting to see him signaling and whistling in favor of her team but-
“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?” She yelled when the penalty was denied “THAT WAS CLEARLY ON THE AREA”. She made a step forward and was pulled back immediately by Ramos. Who wrapped her arms around her and basically picked her up to keep her out of the field.
“You don’t wanna do that chipmunk-“ he warned. Marquinhos and Messi were still arguing with the referee. She could feel her blood boiling- she took a deep angry breath, her entire face pouting. She walked back at the bench, biting on nails. Kylian was escorted out of the field for his injury. She didn’t go up to talk to him but she saw him with his father. Like his dad was reprehending him and he had this look in his eyes, like he was giving up. She felt heart getting heavy on the sight. She looked away.
At some point during the final minutes another foul happened, this time at Neymar and close to her side of the field. But the opponents were never given a card, this time she didn’t hold herself, stepping forward over the line and yelling-
“FUCKING PAID IDIOT OF A REFEREE-“
The man in yellow turned to look at her confused and offended. “Excuse me?” he questioned.
“Two wild fouls and you do nothing about it-“
“Settle your tone young lady-“ oh no he didn’t-
Ramos was now next to Taylor, standing in between her and the referee “Taylor get back” he warned.
But taylor looked over his shoulder on her tip toes and pointed at the referees. Things got quickly out of hand “DON’T YOU FUCKING TELL ME WHAT TO DO WITH MY TONE YOU PIECE OF SHIT-“
Kylian saw the chaos unfolding before his eyes. He got up and along with the rest of the team got near her, swarming around her like ants. Half of them were trying to reason with the referee while the other half was pulling her back. But she would slap their hands off and kick her legs to be let go while she cursed and yelled. Kylian squeezed himself in between the other, trying to hold her arm because he knew what was coming and sure enough a moment later the referee raised a yellow card at her for her attitude and creating trouble in the middle of the game.
“WHY DON’T YOU TAKE THAT CARD AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR-“
“WILOCK ENOUGH!” Galtier yelled. She stopped immediately. The referee glared at her while walking backwards to get back on the middle of the field. Her eyes burned with anger while all the players returned to their position. When everyone was gone Kylian tried to get close, he reached for her arm, she slapped it off so he raised his hands up in surrender. He wanted to laugh. She looked like a little girl who had just been stolen her favorite doll, it took his mind off the chaos in his mind. The regret of getting injured and the anger. She turned her back on him and walked back on the benches sitting as far away from him as she could. She put her elbows on her legs, balanced her face on her hands and puffed.
He tilted his head, taking a note of how her cheeks and nose got red when she was angry and how messy her hair was now. Her lips shaped in a angry pout. She looked… cute.
This house no longer feels like home.
STADIUM LOCKER ROOMS - NIGHT
Despite the incident with the referee the team won and they all celebrated in the locker room. Hugging and cheering for each other. Everyone commented about Taylor’s outburst, laughing at her.
“Thought we had a second coach there for a while.” Messi said while she was pouring herself another glass of champagne. Taylor gazed up to his, her mouth slightly opening. She wanted to tell him the truth.
“Would you like that? A woman as a coach?”
Messi laughed. She immediately regretted her question but then “Greatest coach I had in life was my mother. Why not?” he smiled at her, poking her shoulder and walking away. She thought about what he said, getting some encouragement. She let down the champagne bottle and turned around. Marquinhos had been standing behind her, a smile on his face. She felt embarrassed. He game and sat next to her both leaning on the edge of the table behind them while the watched at the rest of team. They didn’t say anything for a while, she wasn’t sure if she should apologize or not.
“That was ballsy” he suddenly said and she looked up at him.
“You think I’m gonna be in trouble with Galtier?”
“No… I’ll talk to him.” She nodded, drank from her glass. “You’re already prepared to go to war for them. That’s good.”
“That or I just hate paid referees.” He laughed, his chest vibrating. “Possibly both.”
“They’re gonna warm up to you if you keep going like that.” He said “It’s a matter of time before they trust you. Even the cynics. Just remember your job is not just to go war for them or… push them to their limit in order for them to give you, their best. Galtier can do that…” His eyes fell on her and she looked in his “Sometimes you just gotta be there for them”
She studied around the room, counting her soldiers. There were two missing, the broken one and his loyal friend. Kylian and Hakimi.
STADIUM ROOF TOP – NIGHT
Kylian stood by the marble walls, leaning on them. He watched down at the now empty streets. A few hours ago, crowds were yelling for his team, now they were all gone. He looked at the sky and stars, while the chilling air hit his face. He never went downstairs with the rest of team to celebrate, he and Hakimi stayed on the rooftop and Hakimi had just left. So, he was alone. He liked it that way, he could run the game through on his mind, all the things he missed and did wrong. He glanced back when he heard the door opening, that’s when he saw her, dressed in a jersey and her jeans. He rolled his eyes and looked back at the sky “You’ll freeze to death.”
“Didn’t think you’d mind” she said, cuddling herself and rubbing her arms.
“you’re right I don’t.”
She ignored his comment “why don’t you come downstairs? We are gonna head back in a little while.”
“I’m fine up here.”
“You don’t wanna celebrate?” she went closer, standing next to him but he kept his eyes on the empty streets.
“Got nothing to celebrate.”
“Our team just won-“
“Our?” he asked, almost laughing “since when is it our team Ms. I don’t want to be biased-“
“That’s not fair. You know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t and frankly I don’t care. Half the reason I played shit today was you-“
“Excuse me?”
He motioned his hands, annoyed at her “you suggested we let ourselves get fouled in dangerous areas-“
“You have to be joking-“ she raised her voice.
“Why don’t you go tell your boss about that before he writes his next goddamn article-“
“What is wrong with you?” she yelled. Her body warming up just by the frustration “I’m reaching out for you- I’m trying to help and every time I think I’m getting somewhere you turn into a dick-”
“You bring it out to me, what can I do.” He shot back, his face holding a dark expression. She let out a bitter breath and decided to turn her back on him, heading towards the door then she stopped. No, she thought, he wasn’t getting away with this.
“You know the issue with you is that you choose to be an asshole. You could be a good person but you choose to limit yourself to other people’s opinions time after time after time- what happened to you?” she cried but he didn’t turn to face her, despite her tone. He bit on the inside of his cheek while she spoke, holding his hands in tight fists to control his anger “You played against 11 men by yourself. You played against Argentina by yourself while the rest of your team was sipping tea and looking at the weather-“
“Don’t talk about my team like that-“ he growled
“I’ll talk about them any way I want because it is the truth.” She got closer “you were by yourself in that game and You scored three goals in one fucking game-“
“Two of which were penalties as your boss and everyone else loves to point out-“ he yelled back, turning to face her and waving his hand “so don’t you fucking give me that speech because even that wasn’t enough to satisfy him- or them” she stepped back while he got closer, not because she was scared but because she was worried, he’d stop talking If went close enough and she really wanted him to keep talking. “I could score 5 goals against Messi himself and it still wouldn’t be enough no matter what I do. It’s never perfect and it’s the same thing over and over again ever since I got back from Qatar- the same articles, the same headlines, the same struggle to live up their expectations.” It seemed he had gotten everything out of his chest. She could guess who ‘they’ was and she knew one of them was probably his own father, who had coached him for most of his life. She caught herself feeling sorry for him, she caught herself wanting to hug him but she chose to stand still. Say nothing. Do nothing and she studied his face while his facial expression was turning from angry to regretful. Regret for telling her all these things. She didn’t know how long they had been staring at each other but she started trembling, shaking from the cold.
He noticed it.
“Get inside before you turn to ice.” He said, trying to look and sound like he didn’t care at all and turned his back on her again. Leaning on the marbles just like he had before, grasping his hands together, expecting her to leave. He didn’t even sense her getting closer, not until she placed her hand on his. Her cold, small hand on his. His eyes shot up to find hers immediately. Her eyes reflecting his sorrow, he thought there was more in them, hidden emotions and words that she wouldn’t say but perhaps it was all in his mind.
“Humans they do that. They see someone better than them, someone they fear and they try to humanize him by setting him up with impossible expectations. They did it to gods and they do it each other. It’s not about you, it’s about them.” Her hand gripped tighter on his just for a few seconds and he could feel it trembling against his skin, searching for warmth, just as she went to pull away, he looked down and put his other hand above hers, rubbing it to give it some warmth. When he gazed up at her face again her rosy lips had began to lose their color. He pulled away and unzipped his jacket, putting over her and her exposed arms, she tried to shake it off but he didn’t care.
He fixed the collar, her eyes studying him while he made sure she was appropriately covered by the cold and meeting his when he lowered his head. And then… silence. Stillness. Warmth. His hands settled on her shoulders while they stared in each other’s eyes. An unfamiliar itch on her throat. An unfamiliar feeling on his chest or maybe all too familiar.
“Go inside” he whispered. “don’t want you freezing to death before the next game.” He paused, she thought he was going to say something nice “seeing you getting a yellow card was really satisfying- “
She cracked up, laughing and he forced a kind smile on his lips. “I knew you’d enjoy that.” She said and his hands fell from her shoulders on her arms, rubbing them for a few seconds before he moved away from her. “If you stay here, you’ll freeze.”
“I’ll be down in a second.” He reassured her and she nodded. She went to take off his jacket but he raised his hand “You’ll give it to me downstairs.” He said and she smiled but she didn’t move. He scoffed, shaking his head “you wanna say something what is it? Another advice?”
“it’s my best one yet. Works on everyone.” She reached for his arm, giving it a squish “go on vacation before you drive yourself insane.” He laughed and she gave him one last nod before she walked away, getting inside the warm building. He returned to his previous position admiring the stars but his mind kept wandering back to her. He heard the door opening and he thought it was her again, a smile appearing on his lips which quickly faded away when he saw Verratti standing in front of him.
“How’s it going? Is the plan working?”
He wasn’t sure what he meant at first, then he remembered. He closed his eyes and nodded quickly “yeah bro, I’m getting close.”
“for a while I thought you started taking a liking at her.”
He laughed “no of course not.” Right? "
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The Chosen One Part 5
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hey guys! how are you ? finally chapter 5 of 'the chosen one'. the next chapter of the 'party' is going to be on fire, and I'm warning you that it's going to be long. you asked me a lot and here it is! i love all the cute and motivational messages you guys send me, it really warms my heart <3 today is my birthday so i decided to post it today, it's my birthday but it's your gift! <3
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On the cold floor, I'm still on the floor, tears insist on coming down from my eyes more and more. I feel a very big void inside my chest, Kylian's words echo in my mind :
"You're already thinking too much for someone who is just a whore!"
His gruff, cold voice repeats like an endless loop in my head.
Is this what I'm doomed to be for the rest of my life? A mere prostitute? a worthless prostitute who is sold as a commodity where everyone uses, abuses and humiliates? Is kylian right?
Kylian…ah Kylian. I've been through all kinds of aggression and humiliation throughout my life, in fact I should be used to it by now, but I don't understand why Kylian's attitude affected me so much. I don't know why, but I thought Kylian would be different… her education, the way she talks to me, even though she 'bought' me, she didn't put a single finger on my body, even though we only met 2 days ago… let's just say no one ever treated me with the 'minimum' of dignity that he did. Anyway… I was totally wrong, that just shows how stupid I am.
I get up from the floor and lay on the bed, wipe my tears and take a deep breath trying to calm myself. I start to think and see some flashbacks of my life, am I destined to never be happy in my life? in the midst of my thoughts I soon fall asleep.
10:00 PM
I wake up and lift my head which is a little heavy, wow… I slept a long time. soon I regain my consciousness and I recognize the room I'm in, I hear the noise of the TV downstairs, probably Kylian. I decide to take a shower, nothing better than a shower to take away all the stress and calm the body.
Right after taking my shower, I decide to go down, I'm hungry, I didn't even have lunch today. As I go down the stairs I see Kylian playing with his cell phone and with the TV on, he notices my presence, looks at me and then turns his attention to his cell phone. I feel a pang in my heart, despite everything I had a little hope that maybe he could at least apologize. Look there again me being an idiot? I have to stop this! I go to the kitchen and make myself a snack. While I'm preparing I feel footsteps approaching and a hand touches my shoulder, and goes down to my waist which causes shivers in my body. Kylian says softly in my ear:
_y/n, we need to talk! Kylian says in a soft tone in my ear again shivering throughout my body.
I turn, and look into his eyes and see a twinge of regret in his eyes.
_okay, kylian. You can say.
_Sorry for earlier, I know I was an idiot. I had arrived from training and I was stressed, and right after I had a psg game, I'm sorry I ended up taking my anger out on you!
_everything you said hurt me a lot kylian, I don't know what you think of me, actually I know… as you yourself said that I'm 'just a prostitute', know that I have feelings too and I'm in this life it's not because I I want kylian and yes because I've always had a very difficult life and I need that to survive so I don't know if I can apologize to you right now I still feel very insulted and hurt.
_No y/n I don't think you're just a 'whore', I can see that you've had a very painful and difficult life, you're a strong woman, but… you're right y/n, it's okay… I went an asshole and you need space. I will respect your time.
I nod looking into your eyes
I see regret in your eyes that land again in mine; he was turning to leave the kitchen but soon returns:
_y/n, I forgot… I want you to pack your bags, remember that our trip is tomorrow to New York. Take lots of clothes and accessories, we'll be there for 3 days, in addition to my meeting, there will also be an end of season party for the players. We're leaving very early on my private plane.
_Okay Kylian, I'll go.
_ah and when you finish, come to the room let's watch a movie together.
time skip
I finish packing my bags and head downstairs.
I see Kylian messing with the remote control, as soon as he notices my presence he smiles.
_ come y/n, sit here, I'm looking for a movie. He pats the couch for me to sit next to him.
I walk but a little afraid to sit next to kylian, he's still a ticking time bomb. I approach and stay a relative distance from him.
Kylian goes through some movies and chooses an action one. The silence is deafening for a few minutes until Kylian breaks the silence:
_Y/N? Kylian says suddenly.
_Yes? I say looking at him.
_My intention was never to scare her. I know I was stupid earlier and I already apologized, despite knowing you for 2 days I think you are a strong woman and warrior. I know I'm being repetitive but it was because I regretted it earlier. But I want you to accept my apology, please. I don't want to fight with you tomorrow for the trip y/n, you are a very delicate flower and I hurt you, I'm sorry?
He looks at me with those regretful puppy dog eyes, and despite everything I see truth in his words. He's so handsome and cute now it's impossible not to accept these excuses.
_Thank you kylian, it's okay, I accept his apologies!
_ He gives me a smile of happiness and I smile together.
Why is kylian so unstable and attractive at the same time? Within 2 days I realize he's a total mess and I'm slowly losing myself in him.
In the midst of my thoughts, I fall asleep. but... I feel Kylian covering me with the blanket and I end up passing out.
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