#kylian mbappe x amara imani
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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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𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐄’𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 ➺ k.mbappé
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — in which it’s the night of the grammys and amara has the chance to make history and shock the world with some revelations
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — amara imani (oc) x kylian mbappé
𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 10k
𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 — while we’re young [jhene aiko]
𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 — @aechii @lorarri
𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — so… we’ve finally made it. one more article and we’re through with mon amour. I want to thank you all for reading, for not leaving even though I had some periods where I couldn’t find any inspiration. You still read Mon amour even if I found myself soo discouraged and unmotivated. Don’t worry, i still have a lot for this series planned. A very big thank you goes also to @aechii who accompanied me through the entire process and supported me in the best way. nothing i could wish more for and i am very happy about the fact that you enjoyed it so much. one of my closest people. and then a big thank you goes to my soul sister @lorarri — without her this series probably wouldn’t exist and this series are as much mine as they are hers.
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charles_leclerc the amara imani protection squad is in all on-board for the evening
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username omg yukierre being the ones responsible for food
username to be a fly on those walls during that night
username i just wanna know if what pierre and yuki cooked was good
charles_leclerc it was edible but pierre was just there for pr
maxverstappen1 it was definitely better than what lando and oscar cooked
landonorris it wasn’t that bad, the steak was just a bit unseasoned and the vegetables were edible
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lewishamilton even roscoe declined your food
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liyah_clark as much as i love this little supportive get-together i hope no one touched any of my things. i haven’t forgotten the foundation yet.
charles_leclerc … about that 😶
charles_leclerc max slept on your side of the bed and pierre used your skincare
maxverstappen1 only because lando took nearly all the space and lewis reserved the entire couch for him and roscoe
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amara.imani roscoe!! 🥹
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username but the fact that amara imani is more important than anything and even made pierre and esteban forget their petty fight
username FR like amara is so much bigger even their pettiness can be put aside
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𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄
her life was truly a fairytale. amara imani was sure of that now.
looking back a year and a half ago, she would have never thought she would be able to say those words; especially because she loved fairy tales and her life seemed to be going drown back then. and somehow one person had been able to change everything and make her life resemble a disney movie. give her her own fairy tale.
her love for fairytales dated back a long time ago. back to when her father used to read her stories before going to sleep. how often had she fallen asleep to the happy endings of snow white or cinderella? wished that she would meet her dream prince like belle did with the beast? well, now she had.
the life she had built now was different than before. historians liked to define time by distinguishing before christ and after christ. and amara could organize her time now by differentiating between before and after evan — or better yet, before and after kylian.
before kylian, she was there but she felt herself floating between spaces, just there but with no cause. the quick rise and new found fame had made her lose herself in all the turmoil and with the addition of evan, amara soon didn’t even recognize her own reflection in the mirror anymore. during that time, life become meaningless and fairytales stayed what they were. plain fairy tales, made simply for the purpose of entertaining children.
that was the problem once one lost themself. the genuine pleasure and joys of life were lost with the person itself. colors became blurry together, and there was no difference anymore in what was real and what was a simple imagination of what one truly felt. amara found herself lost, drowning even though the water was clear. herself long gone. and her identity too.
philosophy described the identity as several qualities, beliefs, characteristics and the sense of belonging that formed a person. described them and made the different from all the other humans and their identities. their identities were highly necessary for the growth of the human. but when one lost themselves, their identity was often a part of what they were losing too. the security of knowing what one was became a doubtful question, followed by several insecurities that were coming up too.
maybe losing herself big amara so hard because she had never truly known herself — after all, the brain has not finished developing till the age of 23. the sudden void that filled a part of her and could not be filled had ripped apart the part of her that she had carried into her new life. the new-found fame. and even the smallest innocent parts of herself were lost the moment she had not known who she was anymore.
and then there was after kylian. the time where she found herself again. and fairytales became true again.
sometimes people had to lose themselves to find themselves again, to see themselves the way they truly are. find their own worth again. a process amara had needed more than she could have imagined.
evan had reduced her, made her believe she was nothing more than a side piece to his person that cling to him and followed him wherever he went. he had treated her career as if it was a side hobby she had been doing and could stop at any time. she had gotten so wrapped up in the false illusion evan had created of her, she had forgotten how much she was worth for just being herself. maybe evan had shown her a different world, shown her the secrets to it and made her see different colors — but he had also shown her how much she didn’t fit into his world. she had forgotten how special she was because she was too busy loving him, trying to meet his expectations and ideals.
it had made the idea of love seem disgusting — why would anyone go through that kind of pain just to be disappointed? sure, love included pain, after all one didn’t truly love if they had never experienced the pains of love. but when the pain was outweighing the good? the happy moments? amara had closed the chapter of love when evan had humiliated her. forgotten all her dreams of getting her happy ever after.
it was kylian who made the difference.
showing someone something was not the way one can learn. they’ll know how to spot it but they won’t know how to use it. it’s by teaching them that one can truly learn. and kylian taught amara how to love.
taught her that love was not just sharing “i love you”. the act of love went further than that, more intimate. love was about creating. constructing a world that fits the other one as much as oneself. trying to realize the best version of the world. and it was so much more than just creating.
love was also about trust. being able to confide in your partner was just as important as the feelings that were developed in a relationship. they had to trust that the other would always be there to catch them, no matter what case. trust was just as important. it was valuable and once the trust was gone, even love would not be enough.
but what amara treasured the most was communication. it made her feel seen, her problems were heard and not just swallowed down to forget. they compromised when they weren’t sharing the same opinion and talked it out when they felt misunderstood. amara had always thought men didn’t like talking about their feelings, especially with all the fights she had had with evan whenever he seemed angry but again, kylian proved that there was hope for the male population.
he didn’t keep to himself. when something seemed to be bothering him, he cleared it quickly with her and cuddle sessions were often spent with him ranting, whenever he felt bad or annoyed at his team. but most importantly, he never took it out on her.
no matter how complicated it got, how angry he sometimes seemed at paris, he never let any of his anger out on amara — he never even showed it. it was another way of expressing their love for each other; by being their best versions for each other.
they were ready for everything. even for the big night that was awaiting them.
just thinking about the grammys made a shiver run through her body. in about fifteen minutes she would officially step into the public again. re-enter the high society of the music industry and make her comeback. and for the first time, she would be opening the grammys. to say she was nervous was an understatement — even cleaning her entire house seemed like a better idea at the moment.
the closer the car got, the more she could hear fans screaming and yelling from outside. amara had truly forgotten what big importance the grammys played — the night that decided all. and she was nominated in eight categories. she hadn’t even made two last year and now she was nominated for eight — oh, how the tables could turn.
“on a scale from one to ten, how nervous are you?” grace asked her softly, reaching for amara’s hand and squeezing it.
“44,” amara replied stiffly, fidgeting with her fingers. her heart was pounding like a drum in her chest, even though in a few minutes she would put on her best million dollar smile. weeks had gone into the preparation for the grammys, especially since she was the one hosting and opening them. adding to that, she also had two more performances scheduled tonight and amara knew that they had to be perfect. everyone would be scrutinizing her, watching her with prying eyes and waiting for a slip up.
the weight of expectations was suffocating her but she was not about to have a panic attack ten minuets away from the venue. and not when she looked this beautiful.
the beautiful diamond-encrusted blue mermaid gown that had been specially made for her fit her like a second skin. the dress was gorgeous with its long tail and waves that emphasized the long slit and showed off her beautiful legs. it was made to turn heads and steal the show — perfect for amara tonight. her hair had been pulled into an elegant sleek bun that matched the neutral but glowing makeup. she looked breathtaking so why didn’t she feel like it?
“you are the star of the night and you know it. no album was as good as mon amour and everybody knows it. even the people on social media are backing you,” grace tried to assure her as amara took a deep breath. she was trying to steady her hands and stop the shivering but her nerves were getting the better side of her.
was she very excited to spend the night with people who had turned their back on her the minute evan had started spreading his lies? no. but would she love wiping the smile off their face by stealing the show tonight? definitely.
her redemption arc had gone perfectly. even better than she had imagined. she didn’t have any reason to be nervous. she was still fidgeting with her fingers as the car arrived but her nerves had calmed down a bit. this was her moment; her chance to show the world again that she was back and here to stay.
she closed her eyes for a few seconds as the car pulled up in front of the venue, a small smile appearing on her lips as she heard all the fans screaming. she wasn’t sure if they were yelling for her or maybe a previous artist but it reminded her again of how much she had missed them. missed her own fans that had defended her till the end. she would step onto that red carpet and make everyone swallow their past words. that’s what she had been taught and no situation fit better than this one.
“it’s show time,” grace whispered excitingly and amara took one final deep breath. the driver then opened the door and amara stepped out, the defeating roar of the crowd hitting her like a sudden wave.
the moment she had finally gotten out of the car, people making sure that her dress was okay, Fans reached a new height of their screams as they yelled out of excitement. everyone surged forward, trying to catch a glimpse of the attention of the star singer while paparazzis were literally blending her their cameras and constant pictures. amara turned around and waved to the fans, blowing them kisses while a huge smile formed on her face.
as she walked towards the red carpet, even journalists who were reporting live from the event were shocked by what turmoil the arrival of amara imani caused. cameras were flashing constantly without a pause, nearly blinding her as they tried to capture every move. even the other stars who had arrived before her were stunned by her appearance — and the way they nearly saw white because of all those paparazzi trying to take the best picture of her.
“oh my god, this is crazy,” amara exclaimed, her cheeks starting to hurt from all the smiling.
“girl, what did you expect? eight nominations and your first grammy appearance since two years? of course you’re gonna be turning heads,” grace replied in a matter of fact- tone because it was obvious. “this is your night so enjoy it.”
guided by her team, she moved quickly along them before stoping for the final red carpet photos and the interviews grace had told her would he waiting for her. the poses came naturally to her though it became quite difficult to keep her eyes constantly open with the way photographers were flashing her with their cameras. she smiled one last time, turning a bit so that her entire dress was visible and was caught at every angle. and then it was interview time.
with a smile plastered on her face, she stepped towards the first reporter, all cameras still on her. “wow, first let me say, you look gorgeous. you’re glowing tonight.”
“thank you so much. i would say i’m blushing but i can’t…,” she trailed off jokingly before becoming serious again. “nah, but i am really thankful for my team that organized all this and very thankful for the designers that created this dress for me.”
“well, amara, we all know that you prefer to hide the muse behind your new album but has it helped you with your success? especially after such a hard year?”
she took a deep breath, trying to form the perfect words in her head. “i guess, one could say so. choosing this privacy for my life this time seemed right at the moment and i do not regret it. i am still a bit amazed at mon amour’s success because all i did. was just expressing my love but i am grateful for the success.”
the reporter nodded before asking the next question. “amara,” she began, “your return to the music scene has been eagerly awaited by fans worldwide. i mean even i was excited when you announced that you were going to be present at the grammys. what inspired to do comeback and can we expect more music?”
amara laughed. “to be honest, it was my boyfriend who inspired me that i hid enough from the public. especially from an important night like this. but what concerns music, i do not know right now. i hadn’t planned mon amour till i had four songs ready in a short amount of time and thought i can do more. i guess we’ll see.”
she bid her goodbye to the reporter before moving along to the next one, who seemed completely marveled at her.
“wow, amara imani is standing in front of me. i think i can die happily now.” he joked enthusiastically, making amara grin too. “okay, but jokes aside. you really do look gorgeous.”
she smiled cheekily. “thank you very much. i feel flattered that i made you accomplish your life goal.”
“so, how does it feel to be back on the red carpet after your long hiatus? any special feelings?”
she shrugged nonchalantly. “it’s amazing being back. it’s always a big honor to be invited but being nominated is always another step. i kinda missed the rush and my fans. a small part of me probably even missed the constant pictures.”
“it was announced that you were going to co-host the grammys alongside dua lipa but you also have a performance scheduled tonight. that are a lot of expectations for tonight, do you feel ready for that?”
she nodded happily, her hand subconsciously smoothing out her dress. “definitely. we spent weeks perfectioning this performance especially because it is my first after such a long time — and as for dua, we are good friends so it should be funny to host with her tonight. but i’m definitely ready.”
she waved at the reporter before going to the next.one that she had grown fond of over the years. naomi hart.
“if it isn’t amara imani,” naomi greeted her cheekily, pressing two kisses on each of her cheeks. the typical french greeting the two had developed between each other.
“naomi hart. my favorite journalist,” amara stated in the same tone, hugging her. the two women went way back to amara’s early days of fame when naomi took her aside and explained to her how the whole press thing even worked.
“wow, you really look amazing. like can we just take a moment and admire your dress?” naomi exclaimed jokingly but with a slight tone of admiration. “and that necklace — must have cost a fortune.”
“thank you so much. it was a difficult choice choosing this dress but it’s nice knowing that the dress is doing what it’s supposed to do.” she chuckled, doing a little twirl with the dress. “and the necklace was a gift from my boyfriend.”
“oh, the mysterious boyfriend. wanna tell us more about him or about your grammy performance?”
she shook her head amusingly. “nope, not really. i kinda like the privacy we got. but concerning my performances, all i can say is that it’s gonna be a lot. i don’t know the word small but then again, let’s not give away too much,” she answered teasingly, winking at the camera.
“well, i’m definitely excited for it. you better slay on that stage.”
“i will,” amara stated firmly before grace walked up to her and the two were escorted inside by her security team. the show was officially starting now.
“wow… long time no seen amara,” sarah pierson greeted her, smiling at her while amara only faked small one. that sarah played a big part in her time with evan had not been forgotten. especially because she was the one amara thought she could trust the most only to be stabbed in the back. the comments her former friend had let out about her had really showed amara who had actually been her true friends and who was just with her for the good parts.
“wish i could say i missed you but mama taught me not to lie,” amara replied simply, fiddling a bit with the microphone in her hand.
sarah sighed, brushing a few strands of her hair out of her face. “amara, don’t tell me you’re still mad about the past. i didn’t know evan was lying.”
amara shrugged nonchalantly, not caring anymore. “i’m over it. you had your fifteen minutes fame. that’s what you wanted right? and now that they’re over, you’re crawling back?” amara questioned sassily as she checked her makeup one last time in the mirror. “sorry sweetie,” she replied in the same sweet tone she had been used to receiving from her, “but you’re a bit late. now excuse me but i’m about to open the grammys.”
she sent her ex-friend one last dirty glance before strutting past her, ignoring any other calls for her attention as she made her way backstage. she had spotted lots of people — people who had supported her through the backflash and people who hadn’t even bothered to send her a message through all that complicated time. it had given her the chance to realize who was truly on her side and who weren’t and sarah and her whole clique definitely were on the bad list.
“was she bothering you?” amara had found dua and grace chatting friendly when she finally made her way back and the latter had instantly remarked the somewhat displeased expression on her face.
amara waved dismissively. “it’s nothing, just some insincere apologies that i’ve already heard,” she replied shortly, adjusting her outfit. “is everything ready?”
dua looked at her phone one last time and nodded. “it’s nearly 8. the red carpet is over and people should be at their places,” her serious expression softened as she looked at amara suggestively. “is he here?” she asked slyly, emphasising the "he”.
“you won’t get anything out of me,” amara laughed as dua nudged her lightly, making her laughter only increase.
amara couldn’t imagine a better person to host the grammys with than dua. the two singers had immediately hit it off when they had been introduced three years ago at the grammys and had since then stayed in contact. dua had even sent her some messages when amara had taken her leave from the star business. and now the two girls found themselves next to each other again. a sweet reunion.
“ready to get everyone dancing?” dua teased her slightly, moving a bit so the dancers could all take their place before she left to get in place to announce everything.
“never been more ready,” amara stated confidently, as she stared one last time at her outfit. the silver metallic ensemble that she had chosen for this performance fitted her perfectly, like a second skin and made everything look very futuristic and modern. a complete contrast to the video of the song but the dancing would make up for it.
“have fun,” grace told her quickly, blowing her a kiss and quickly disappeared too as the lights started to dim, to catch everyone’s attention and signify that the night was about to start. and it was.
amara was officially letting the entire world know that she was back.
it was pitch black. except a few phones, every source of light had been extinguished or turned off. everyone’s eyes were focused on the stage or rather the person that would be appearing soon on it.
she took one last breath before going into her start position, microphone tight in her hand. the music then began to play as the curtains opened slowly and amara hid a small grin at everyone’s reaction.
“i’m ready to pull up on you,” she sang the minute the music stopped and the screen became black again before she continued to sing again. she and grace had put a lot of effort into the visuals of her opening performance, with liyah sometimes pitching in as a pair of fresh eyes. but the way everyone was cheering for her, a surge of pride overcome her as she danced — everything was going great.
she was back in her element, her true nature. performing. some people were great at singing while some prefered to dance but amara found herself home in both. and she always tried to perform for her public. give them a show. she wasn’t one to just sing and do some moves — if she was on stage, she had to do both: sing and dance. give people the time of their lives. and from the way everybody was dancing, clapping or even singing along, she was clearly succeeding.
by the time the music for hrs&hrs started, people were clearly out of breath from all the activity but they felt alive and no one was sitting down. the song she was singing now was perhaps a bit slower but people could still be enjoying themselves by singing loudly along, which was a great pause.
during the second song, amara had changed outfit and had switched from her metallic modern ensemble to a beautiful, silky green dress with two thick straps that shimmered under the light. she had let her hair open and in the short pause where the dancers had time to leave the stage and it went black again, amara could change her shoes and put on some black heels. they matched the dress perfectly.
“and yours, mine and ours,” she sang gracefully as the music faded out and light illuminated the hall again. she smiled brightly at everyone as whistles and clapping erupted from her audience — how she had missed this.
dua was the first one to join her on the stage again. “and with this, the 2024 grammys have officially begun. let’s all give a huge applause to amara imani for opening our night like this.”
again, huge applause filled the arena and amara playfully bowed down.
“thank you for your warm welcome. it’s been a while since i last performed,” amara admitted sheepishly as she brushed some hair out of her face.
“well given the audience, i think you were amazing,” dua congratulated her. “tell me your secret, how do you do it? be gorgeous and talented at the same time?”
“omg dua are you flirting with me?” amara asked shockingly, playfully putting a hand on her heart. “you’ve never been this nice.”
“took you long enough to catch up, huh?” both were grinning as they entertained the public, making the people present laugh. “okay but focus back. welcome to the 66th grammy awards everyone — a night created to celebrate some of the finest talent in the industry from pop to punk. i can assure you there is an award for everything, with big names, big performances and even bigger awards there is no shortage of entrainment for our viewers at home and here to enjoy. i’m dua…”
“and i’m amara. and we’re going to host the show tonight.” both finished the last words together, posing playfully. they laughed at each other again before dua pulled out the first envelope. “let’s kick off the night with our first winner.”
amara thanked the person quickly that had handed them the envelope before giving it to dua who opened it. the stars were out in the sky and by the stage and both were in for a long night.
the night was fully in motion. they had kicked off with announcing the grammy for best rock song of the year which had been followed by a performance from megan thee stallion and cardi b before several other winners had been announced. but none of the categories where amara had been nominated. the energy was high, everyone was in a good mood as they waited for the results of the night and there were no scandals that could be discussed slightly.
she had even spotted evan, which truly confused her as she couldn’t find a reason why he would even be invited, but it didn’t bother her much anyway. tonight was about her. she could make history tonight, or better said, gain her place in history with eight nominations. though she didn’t think she would truly win all six.
amara found herself standing backstage as she watched lizzo perform while her heart pounded in her chest. just before the black beauty had started to entertain the public, they had read out the nominees for the category of “best r&b song”, a category she had been nominated under though. the energy in the room was beyond anything she could have imagined the last time with people dancing and singing along to songs. the nigerian singer found herself so lost in her thoughts, she didn’t even notice that the performance was nearly over. as she looked up, her hands instantly clapped when she saw that lizzo was exiting the stage amidst roaring applause.
the stage was set for another celebrity to grace it as all nominees started to hope that it was their name being called out. even amara reached for grace’s hand for support and squeezed it lightly to calm down some of her nervosity. all eyes were on kelly clarkson who was set to announce the winner.
“okay, so i’ve got the envelope here.” she began as she opened the envelope. “and the grammy for best r&b song goes to… amara imani!”
the arena erupted in a loud, ear-baffling cheers as the spotlight shifted to the winner. her name was plastered across the big screen on the stage while her music filled the stage as she stood there, stunned and frozen in disbelief.
it felt surreal. she had just won her first grammy. so many days and months she had dreamt of this moment and yet she still didn’t feel prepared. she had done it.
“girl, this is your moment,” grace whispered to her quietly and amara slowly made her way to the stage. her sensations were on another end, a flying sensation running through her body. she passed many fellow stars, who congratulated her on her way and offered her beaming smiles as she made her way onto the stage.
she was instantly pulled into a hug by adele before the award was handed to her and amara took some seconds, just to breathe. the trophy was heavier than she had expected but still the proudest thing she had ever won. though as she thought about it, she noticed how it paled a bit. two years ago, she might have felt complete with it but today — she had already achieved the feeling of content and happiness.
her voice trembled slightly with emotion as she started her small thank-you speech. “hey again, i guess. oh mon dieu, this feels so surreal to me. like someone’s about to pinch me and tell me it wasn’t me. or maybe james cordon is about to jump out with a camera and that little show where they would prank people,” she joked making the audience laugh. she wiped away some tears that were threatening to roll down her cheek. “this grammy means so much to me. but it wasn’t just my work. i want to thank my family, my friends, my fans who didn’t let me down after this chaotic year that i had. that i could still do it. this is everyone’s work who believed that amara imani could do it one day. but this grammy also isn’t just for me because we all,” she continued, referring to the other nominees, “released some terrific music. and the fact i was nominated with you is a lot. i guess i just have one more thing to say and that goes specifically to my mother. mama, if you’re watching this, which you probably are… we made it. the little girl dancing in front of mirrors made it.”
once again, the audience erupted into applause, their cheers echoing for her well-deserved win. amara was still a bit paralyzed, after all she had just won a grammy in a category she had been nominated with along beyonce. her heart filled with gratitude as she saw the sea of faces that looked all happy to see her succeed. no matter if some of them were fake or not true smiles. she was the one leaving the stage with the golden trophy in her hand.
and it wasn’t the only one she would win tonight. amara couldn’t describe her feelings when she found herself on the stage again as winner of the grammy for best r&b performance. her heart raced and her heartbeat quickened as she gracefully accepted the grammy trophy in her trembling hands. everything around her seemed to fade away with overwhelming emotions and feelings rushing through her body. she felt it from her head down to her legs, that were shaking a bit. all the hard work was paying off, hours she had spent not sleeping and working instead. this was a part of her legacy now.
and what made it even more emotional was the fact that liyah was the one to have handed her the grammy. she had pulled amara into a big hug, both girls taking all their strength to not cry and ruin their makeup. they remembered the days when they were just two girls, starting university and barely managing to get by and now they stood on the stage of the grammys with one handing the other her award. the years spent on youtube, with the dream of illuminating the world with her music had finally come true. here she was, standing on the biggest stage and walking it down with her second grammy.
“i’m sooo proud of you,” grace instantly congratulated her, pulling amara into a hug again. “you did it. you showed everyone your place in the industry is the top. this all your work.”
“our work,” amara managed to squeeze out. this wasn’t just her achievement — it belonged to everyone who was somehow involved with her and the album. it belonged as much to her as it belonged to grace because without the latter, none of this would even have been possible. “we did this together.”
her mind was running at high speed with thoughts and emotions. she wanted to say so much but her voice was betraying her with words stuck in her throat. nothing could describe this feeling, this moment of pride she felt.
“let’s see our next categories,” amara and dua had gone on the stage again after a short break to continue hosting. the two had already announced the grammy for best rap album, best rap song and best country album amongst other numerous things. they entertained the audience with short playful acts and teasing that came to them naturally. and amara was smiling even more because now she stood there as a two-time grammy winner.
“but first of all, let’s hear it for adele who is going to grace us with her beautiful voice. i swear that woman just knows how to make you feel better during a breakup,” amara announced, laughing at the end of her phrase.
“and you had the hardest of all time. did you play adele on repeat?” dua went along and amara nudged her slightly. “i can imagine amara imani at home, listening to adele while filling her stomach with ice cream.”
“can you blame me? anyway let's hear it for adele.” the lights dimmed again as the curtains opened and adele appeared. the hosts left the stage quickly and took their places next to grace and liyah to listen to the british singer.
the atmosphere was beautiful, a mix of admiration and warmth as adele brightened the stage. “easy on me” was definitely one of her top songs with the way the lyrics were able to pull someone in so quickly and literally attach them to her voice. listening to adele was a journey that had to be felt in every inch of the body, it went further than just listening to it. it reminded amara again, why she looked up to adele and beyoncé so much.
the performance was nothing short of breathtaking, with her eyes recounting every detail of the song. the entire arena was left speechless again, singing quietly along but all eyes were on stage. when the final note had been sung, the room erupted into loud applause, a standing ovation that seemed to go on forever.
after adele’s performance, it was sza to take the stage and announce the winner for best pop/duo group performance. she stepped up to the microphone with a huge smile firstly expressed her love towards adele before naming the nominees again .
amara subconsciously grabbed liyah’s and grace’s hand, squeezing them both as her leg trembled a bit because of all the anticipation. “and the winner is… wow, amara imani, come get your third grammy of the night.”
the cheers were deafening and the camera turned to amara to capture her expression. grace and liyah pulled her in for a group hug, the friendship trip jumping up and down as they celebrated. she accepted hugs from stars next to her, such as taylor swift and chloe bailey before making her way to the stage. the two black artists shared a short embrace before sza stepped aside to let amara speak.
“is this normal? i mean winning one is already incredible but winning three — damn. firstly a big shoutout to cardi b because she slayed just as much as i did,” amara pointed to the female ripper and blew her extra air kisses before continuing, “okay, so big thank you again to my mother. for pushing me into the arts when i told you back then i didn’t want to. and a big thank you to my father, for sacrificing his time to accompany me to rehearsals instead of watching football — though i’m pretty sure, though i’m sure you’re not that mad about it. to my amazing fans, thank you too for putting up with me and not turning insane when everyone was labeling me as a crazy bitch.” laughter erupted throughout the arena as she paused for a moment. “thank you to my boyfriend without whom i guess this song wouldn’t exist. standard thank you to my besties grace and liyah, all those late night facetime calls were definitely worth it.”
“to all the other people who were nominated here, i loved your performances. adele, just wow and lizzo, i love you,” she blew a small kiss towards the black artist who copied the act. “and lastly before i forget, thank you to my bestie’s boyfriend charles leclerc and the amara imani protection squad. it’s lovely that you love me enough to stay up till six in the morning for me. i love you guys.”
applause erupted once more as amara finished her speech and left the stage again. she rejoined grace and liyah, giving them her grammy and sat down again. there would be a commercial break any moment, which amara wanted to use to change her dress. because the way it seemed, there was no doubt that she was the big winner of the night.
breathtaking was the only word that came to mind as amara looked at herself in the mirror. the exquisite black gown was the definition of elegance and beauty and fit amara like a second skin. it was perfect for the announcement of the award that everyone had been waiting for — the grammy for album of the year.
the dress had been a gift from versace and it reflected her beautifully. the classical mermaid dress, covered with a beautiful lacework and black crystals created an ethereal image of her.
the shoulderless dress perfectly highlighted the jewelry she was be wearing. especially the beautiful necklace, kylian had gifted her.
“wow,” liyah exclaimed as amara walked out, her eyes spotting her. “they don’t do things half-way, do they?”
amara only chuckled and did a little spin to show every angle of the dress. the gown especially showcased her décolletage and with it, her boobs that seemed to be bigger than they actually were in this dress.
“you look breathtaking,” grace appeared from behind them, having chosen to change her dress too. “gorgeous isn’t enough to describe this dress.”
“but it’s you who makes it shine,” liyah finished. “i wanna borrow that dress asap.”
amara laughed. “poor charles. you’ll drive him crazy if you ever wear that dress.”
“and don’t tell me you plan to wear it to a casual date. let’s not disrespect this masterpiece,” grace chimed in which resulted in both laughing.
liyah shrugged dismissively. “never. but the next driver’s gala, if me and charles are still going strong, why not wear it there…” she trailed off, a playful expression on her face. “make him leave earlier to take it off me… what’s for sure is that we’ll definitely not be able to christen some toilets in this.”
“liyah!” amara exclaimed and began to laugh, joined by grace who also started to laugh due to amara’s infectious smile.
“we all know i’m right though. i’m the bad bitch to his big d energy. but enough about my relationship. let’s talk about you, miss five-time grammy-award winner. no one stands a chance tonight. and don’t forget our bet,” liyah threatened in a joking way.
amara held up her hands. “don’t worry. let’s go now before i miss the last performance. and i want to see bruno mars live at least once in my life.”
the trio went back to their seats again and sat down just in time as the lights went out. amara quietly thanked taylor who complimented her outfit and send a radiant smile towards ella mai who had gushed about the dress.
the nominee’s names had all been said already along with a small introduction for each album but before they could announce the winner, they would firstly be graced with a honorary performance from bruno mars.
amara jumped up to her feet when the stage transformed into a light spectacle and bruno mars along with his usual band stepped out. the crowd erupted into screams as he launched into a medley of his greatest hits and amara found no shame in herself as she sang loudly along. and it seemed that she wasn’t the only one.
the entire arena had gotten on their feet to dance to bruno mars. they sang along to every word of ‘locked out of heaven’ screaming around out of joy. bruno mars certainly held that power — bringing together everyone and getting everybody to dance.
it felt too short as the last notes of his performance were played out and the song came to an end. amara was one of the first persons to clap, hardly being able to contain her excitement. after bruno mars performance, she felt recharged with energy again. his performance just brightened the whole atmosphere. especially because the evening was coming to an end.
it was the vibing of her phone that tore her attention away from the stage as she picked up her phone. instantly a smile appeared on her face when she saw that it was kylian and she instantly opened it. they had spoken earlier but it had been to his time, shortly before nine and amara couldn’t imagine him being awake now if it hadn’t been for her.
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amara turned around, hoping to spot kylian wherever he was hiding but it was useless since the biggest award of the night was about to be announced. she would be lying if she wasn’t nervous even though she had already won five prices that night. but the sixth would make her break history, mark her place in the music industry. she knew that this moment could change her career forever — winning six grammys in one night. and knowing that kylian was there suddenly seemed to make everything sound not as bad as it seemed.
“oh mon dieu, beyoncé is going to present the award,” liyah exclaimed, her eyes widening.
as usual, the audience clapped loudly and whistles when beyoncé took the stage, walking elegantly towards the microphone. amara felt a sort of intimidation as she looked at beyoncé, knowing what the woman in front represented. excellence, grace, talent. simply perfection.
and she was more than that for amara. she was the one to get amara into the music industry, she discovered her and made sure that her star was shining. there was a bond between them since the recording of brown skin girl — a mentor-student relationship that had made her rise.
the renowned artist began with a small recounting of how she used to stand down there and reflected shortly on how all those albums actually deserved an award. opening the envelope, beyoncé did a small double take before laughing. smiling she announced into the microphone, “and the grammy for best album of the year goes to… amara imani. congratulations!”
one second, everyone was processing what had just happened, the next amara found herself engulfed by liyah and grace and three girls were jumping up and down. a few tears of joy were streaming down her face as she celebrated, not really believing what had just happened. when the two let go, amara was pulled into hug by cardi b followed by taylor swift before she made her way upstage.
she approached the microphone slowly and tenderly embraced beyoncé who passed her the golden trophy. amara wiped away some of her tears, her head already looking for ways on how to form a sixth thank you speech. her eyes mirrored gratitude and happiness— she felt out of this world.
“congratulations amara. you just put yourself onto history,” beyoncé praised her. “i am so proud that i was your mentor and helped you get there.”
“if anything i need to thank you for even giving me a chance. for actually being there for me. thank you queen b,” she thanked the woman in front of her, who smiled at her fondly and placed her heart on her heart. “this dream became true because of you. you are so much more than just my mentor. you were my inspiration and my idol. and that will never change.”
everyone smiled softly as they watched amara imani and beyoncé share an emotional moment that was finalized with a big hug. everyone knew the little background story to them; how beyoncé has started praising a random black girl on youtube to even inviting her for a collaboration — the queen had always had her back. their bond resembled a mother-daughter bond.
after both pulled away from their hug, beyoncé left the stage and it was time for amara to hold her last thank you speech. her eyes scanned the room, where they spotted her best friends grinning teasingly at her and suddenly amara had the perfect idea.
“so the first two person that i want to say thank you are my parents. it’s because of them and their desire to give me the world that i am here. thank you to my sister for always pulling me up and backing me when i needed you. then my best friends, liyah and grace who is also my manager because honestly, i don’t know if amara imani would exist if it wasn’t for those two. they built me up, made me stronger and showed me that family was more than just blood. a big shoutout to my entire team — you did all the hard work. i just wrote the songs but you guys are the ones who spend hours and hours adjusting everything, letting everything sound perfectly and making sure that every tune is sounding the way it should. it’s more work than people think and you deserve this prideful feeling as much as me.”
a small grin made its way on her lips when she finally spotted kylian. she took a deep breath — this was the moment everyone was waiting for. millions of people were watching just to see whether she would finally uncover the mystery of her beau to the world.
“and lastly, i want to thank the love of my life who inspired me to write this entire album. kylian, this album was for you— this grammy belongs to you because all i did was just writing about the way you were loving me. about the way we loved,” she expressed, laughing as she looked him straight into the eyes. shocked gasps, whistles and whispers of astonishment erupted throughout the crowd as they followed amara’s eyes and fell onto kylian. even the cameras were zooming in to catch the revealing moment.
“thank you for going to training tiredly just because you stayed up all night, listening to me rehearsing. thank you for enduring all of my weird mood swings during the process of recording this album or organizing self-care days because you saw how tired i was. for giving me inspiration to even write this,” she wiped away a tear that had escaped, “i want to thank you for staying with me — even at my lowest and hardest times. there are so many things i want to thank you for but i doubt we have enough time for that. but one last thing: mon amour, je t’aime.”
a roar of applause, bigger than any tonight, rolled over the entire audience. everyone was clapping with smiles on their faces and the camera zoomed in on kylian’s face — everyone was excited to finally get a look at the man who had captured amara imani’s heart.
since she was scheduled to perform now anyway, amara just waited for dua to join her on stage again. grace had informed her that the winner of album of the year would be performing and in this case it had been her. and amara wanted hers to be the most memorable one from the past.
dua pulled her into a tight hug, congratulating her before announcing the nigerian singer just as tradition asked for it as the winner of the night and calling her up for her performance.
“soo… at first i thought about performing xo but honestly… i don’t feel like this song fits now and i lost a bet,” amara chuckled, “so i thought of something else. just like i promised. i do have one special request for someone.”
her eyes stared straight at him. “kylian, would you please join me on stage?”
the french striker furrowed his eyebrows, a confused expression turning up on his face as he listened to her request. his eyes darted around his surroundings, numerous celebrities encircling him. he looked at her, waiting for her to explain her request but she just nodded at him, waiting for him.
grace nudged him lightly. “go,” she motivated him and he reluctantly got up from his seat to join his girlfriend on stage, greeting some celebrities on his way up that he had met with psg before. even though he, himself, was a celebrity he felt like an outsider at the grammys, surrounded by all those stars and artists.
“want to tell me what you’ve got planned?” kylian whispered quietly, making sure his words weren’t picked up by the microphone.
“nope,” amara responded shortly. “just relax and enjoy.”
the stage lights went dark again as the music started to play in the background. just like always, when the two were together, the world around them started to blur and only they mattered. no one else fit into their blurb, everything around them just faded away.
their stare went deeper than just their iris, with their eyes going deeper than just the soul, as the music played in the back. time was frozen at the moment; they didn’t care if millions of people were currently watching them on tv — no one else mattered. this was their moment.
“‘telling everybody you’re mine and i like it, and i really hope you don’t mind i can’t fight it.” her voice was soft, tender as she sang to him, her dark-brown eyes not leaving him. her body nearly melted in his embrace, his hands steady on her waist as they swayed on the stage together. if her voice didn’t tell their love story, their eyes and the way they looked at each other definitely did. his eyes held a kind of look, elderly people often told their grandchildren about in tales: the look of love, that completely enamored look that had taken over his entire face. that innocent kind of love that had become so rare around the world. if destiny ever made them go separate ways, then faith was truly cruel.
every word hit him deeper than any ball he had ever received and went through his soul. each word was sung with a certain sincerity, vulnerability— amara was laying all of herself over for him, every of her walls. just for him.
“that we found the one in one another”
his hands were wrapped around her waist, with her back facing him as she buried her head in his shoulders, leaning back. their bodies fit like a puzzle and the feeling of comfort spread instantly while they danced slowly to the rhythm, lost in each other and the meaning of the song.
amara had never planned to actually release the song — her true and final love letter to kylian. but she had made the mistake of showing liyah and grace the unreleased song and both had instantly fallen in love with it which is how they came to the bet. and now amara was happy that she had accepted and lost the bet because the moment she was currently sharing with kylian — no money on the world could ever buy her that feeling again.
“spend my life with you, alright”
their chemistry was undeniable. even a blind man would be able to see how much in love they were. just the way they moved, perfectly synchronized with that certain amount of grace and elegance.
the french striker was definitely more than mesmerized by her. his heart belonged to her and only her. no words did justice to describe her as she sang—even angelic was not enough to describe her. and she was more than just the sun in his universe. and it was vice versa.
kylian was more to her than just her soulmate. no term in any language would ever measure up to the significance he held in her heart. nothing could ever compare to the feelings that emerged when he held her or just smile at her. the way his smile managed to drown out everything else. even memorizing it wasn’t enough anymore, she needed to see it constantly. and she had fallen in love with every flaw that he portrayed and carried. they had created a safe space around each other, that let them live like they wanted. amara had simply found her best friend in her lover; the true significance to a soul mate.
“baby, while we’re young,” amara began to sing the last verses, as the rhythm became easier and the music started to fade out. she was smiling bigly, her cheeks from hurting from its width but she couldn’t stop herself. the amount of serotonin her body was producing at the moment was too much to not show any signs of it. and it seemed kylian was feeling the same. “and walk hand in hand to the sun.”
the song officially came to an end as kylian gave amara one last spin. they both leaned in, foreheads touching as they stared at each other utterly enamored. they didn’t have to say anything, their grins were enough to communicate with each other. even as havoc broke out in the audience, with applause rushing over along with whistles and calls for more but the two did not let go of each other.
“je t’aime,” amara mouthed, exhausted but happy nonetheless.
“plus que la galaxie.” he finished, matching her facial expression.
in the end, the only time they needed was for each other. they were enough for each other, completely in love and ready to face the world together.
𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌
𝐤.𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞
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joyeux anniversaire ➺ k.mbappe
summary – it’s kylian’s birthday and amara had something special planned for him
pairing – amara imani (oc) x kylian mbappé
warnings – none
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author's note - in honor of kyky’s birthday, i just had to post something for our favorite french golden boy. i had actually planned to make a longer chapter but tumblr and wifi screwed me over and deleted my 6k draft. so i had to quickly come up with a smau. but i have another bonus for amara and kylian planned and a big surprise coming 🫶🏾
𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌
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amara.imani joyeux anniversaire mon amour. i thank god everyday for bringing us together. you are the most important person in my life and make my day shine brighter everyday just by being you. words cannot describe how grateful i am for u. i am so proud of everything you have already achieved. and i know there’s more to come
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k.mbappe merci à tous vos nombreux messages et félicitations pour aujourd’hui. et merci mi amor @amara.imani pour avoir organisé cette fête.
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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
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amara.imani WILD SIDE OUT NOW. who wants to take me for a ride?
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amara.imani getting emotional just thinking back. i missed it so much
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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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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — in which newsletters and the internet react to amara imani finally revealing her man
𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 — @aechii @lorarri
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The 66th Edition of the Grammys was held yesterday night and if you missed them, let me tell you, you probably missed the most eventful soiree of the year (and it’s only February!) Luckily for you, we have made a summary with the biggest events. And the biggest revelation: THE QUEEN HAS FINALLY FOUND HER KING. You heard correctly — singer Amara Imani and star French footballer Kylian Mbappé are dating and went public last night. And let us tell you, we’d all probably be dying to have a relationship announced the way they did.
They didn’t just show up on the red carpet like ex-boyfriend Henderson had done back then with girlfriend Kaia Gerber — the singer decided to show up at the Grammys alone, steal all the spotlight and leave the red carpet with her beau. THE BIGGEST WINNER OF THE NIGHT WAS CERTAINLY HER.
Next to stunning the audience with five different (and absolutely dashing) dresses, Amara Imani was also the big winner of the ceremony, sweeping off the most important prizes such as record of the year, album of the year and four more. Her biggest surprise though was singing an unreleased song during her performance where she dedicated all to her love, shocking the world.
And she certainly did more than just that. With winning six grammys in one night, Amara Imani set herself next to artists Beyonce and Adele, who are the only other artists to win six grammys in one night. But to be honest, we are still all mesmerized by her last performance.
Imani opened and closed the grammys with her two performances (wild side/hrs&hrs, while we’re young) but the last one will probably be the one to go down in the history of the grammys. The one we’ll still talk about in ten years. She started — of course — with a thank you speech after winning ‘album of the year’ but not without giving the credit not only to her team and family but also to her new muse, who, we quote, “not only inspired me to keep going but also helped me write this whole love letter to love.” When she was then set to perform, the african singer changed tracklist and asked her boyfriend to join her on stage, who with a little persuasion joined her up there. The couple danced together as Imani sang, swaying to the soft tune of the music.
We can all agree that they were the attraction of the night with the way paparazzis and journalists were launching at them as they walked out, hand-in-hand. and of course the Grammys were carried by the french star striker.
And their looks were certainly enough. If that is not love, we truly do not know what is. Let’s all give praise to love and hope these two will last very long.
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𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌
𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐲𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝
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graceywood grammy night 💋 @amara.imani @liyah_clark
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username why are all of amara’s soo hot and gorgeous?
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liyah_clark somehow all of our pictures came out perfect
graceywood probably because i took them
username i can’t believe she and liyah hid it soo long
username why didn’t you tell us???
graceywood wasn’t my place, sorry
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liyah_clark the afterparty’s always better than the party itself @amara.imani @graceywood
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username trying to like a post from liyah before charles is literally impossible
username charles having every notification on for when his girl has posted
username he’s putting all our standards too high again
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username her drunk live yesterday was way too funny
charles_leclerc 😍
charles_leclerc t’es magnifique
charles_leclerc hope you had lots of fun
liyah_clark definitely not as much as you 🤭
landonorris where was the rest of your dress? did they run out of fabric?
liyah_clark where’s your win? did they run out of gps?
charles_leclerc liyah, we talked about this
liyah_clark baby, if he fronts, i front. and how do you want me to take him serious if he hasn’t even lost his babyface?
danielricciardo she does have a point
lilymhe omg the matching outfits>>
liyah_clark love of my life! i miss you so much, alex keeps hogging you the entire time
liyah_clark tell alex he needs to share
alexalbon she’s literally my girlfriend
lilymhe alex, liyah is my girlfriend too
charles_leclerc 😑
amara.imani 🫶🏾
amara.imani how much did you drink after i left?
liyah_clark idk anymore, two or three more drinks?
maxverstappen1 that’s a lie. she called charles at five in the morning and told him she wants a puppy
graceywood she fell asleep in the bathtub
liyah_clark snitches
username their trio>>
username early fans will never know how painful amara’s influencer phase was
username so glad she, liyah and grace made up
kendalljenner so true
justineskye next time out when?
liyah_clark two weeks in monaco and then i’m all yours
username love her and amara so much, i need a friendship like theirs
username the fact that they held hands yesterday because amara was nervous when they announced album of the year
username ^^ this, like that made me so emotional
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amara.imani made history in style last night and that next to the people that mean the world to me. a big thank u to @dior and @versace for supplying me with all those gorgeous dresses. thank u @beyonce for literally believing in me and thinking i had it in me. huge thanks to my family who always backed me and thank u to my gorgeous besties @graceywood and @liyah_clark for always supporting me whenever i needed you. and the biggest thank u ever to my love for loving me unconditionally. this is all because of you
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k.mbappe je t’aime
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username why did this just make me cry
username i’m still not over the fact that she’s dating kylian mbappe
username i cried when they were dancing together on stage
cynthia_e this was all you. no one but you and your talent and we just encouraged you to take it to the top. love you
amara.imani 🫶🏾
liyah_clark this was all you, we just went along with you
graceywood you’re our sister, we’re family
amara.imani 🥹 stop making me emotional
liyah_clark you cry at everything
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username did kylian take the sixth picture?
amara.imani right when we got home
username when is it my turn?
username she slayeddd so much yesterday
beyoncé so proud to have been your mentor and being able to witness this journey
amara.imani 🫶🏾 thank you so much
versace it was an honor for us to dress you and design those gorgeous dresses
username amara imani and kylian mbappe, a couple the world is not ready yet for
paulpogba you made sure kylian pulled out the big moves last night, didn’t you 😂
jkeey4 i don’t think i’ve ever seen him look so out of place
amara.imani he wasn’t that bad, it was beautiful
antogriezmann notre bébé a grandit
k.mbappe 🙄
username that dress is ethereal
username soo unreal, i’d literally sell my soul to wear it
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maxverstappen1 you performed lovely last night
pierregasly merci beaucoup, beyoncé knows who i am now
username the fact that she’s so close with f1 drivers that they stayed up for her
lewishamilton wishing you and kylian all the best
amara.imani sir, i’m single (me and kylian signed that in your presence i get to be single)
k.mbappe when did we agree to that?
amara.imani i forged your signature
k.mbappe 😕
charles_leclerc bienvenue dans le club
username if my relationship isn’t like that, i don’t want it
username preach
username i don’t think i’ve ever seen someone look this much in love
username forget ballon d’or, i think amara is the most important thing in his life now
username and the way she looks at him (i mean picture six is just 🥹)
liyah_clark soo.. about that dress, when can i burrow it?
amara.imani bitch, how about never
carlossainz are you trying to kill charles?
pierregasly get him thrown out of every public space?
maxverstappen1 arrested?
username why are they all ganging up on charles?
danielricciardo because liyah and charles are like animals and can’t keep their hands off each other
pierregasly and we all know if liyah wears this dress, charles will very likely get arrested for public indecency
charles_leclerc 😑
liyah_clark you’re all just jealous we’re getting laid
username that bouquet 😫 like how??
amara.imani i assure you i had the same reaction, he’s spoiling me so much 🤭
k.mbappe you deserve to be treated like the queen you are
username ladies and gentlemen, the couple of the century
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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ➺ k.mbappé
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — hiding from paparazzis by dyeing your hair and visiting your boyfriend’s match as well as meeting his found family is always fun
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — kylian mbappé x amara imani (oc)
𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 9.1k
𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 — king of my heart [taylor swift], bébé [dadju]
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — this chapter contains misogyny, sexual harassment, verbal abuse, cheating, mental health issues, toxic relationship, gaslighting, physical abuse (don’t really sure if it really counts as that but i think it does)
𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — for anyone experiencing anything similar than what amara did, no matter how bad it is, i always have an ear free and there are several organizations that help people in situations like this. just remember that you’re not alone in this 🫶🏾
i also apologize for the timeline but beginner’s mistake: i forgot to install a timeline so some time marks shouldn’t make sense, just ignore it ☺️ and the ending feels a bit rushed because i was scared of it becoming too long
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she was tired of waiting. sitting on the couch, her phone in her hand while the other was busy nervously tapping on the white furniture, another yawn escaped her lips.
the dim yellow light shone on her, highlighting the eye rings underneath her eyelids. that certainly did not help keeping her awake when even her mirror reflection was screaming fatigue. yet she stayed awake.
even if she wanted to go to bed, she knew her mind wouldn’t let her sleep. she would be destined for another sleepless night, spend with her rolling and turning around in her bed. why couldn’t he just send her a message, small text that he was fine?
she was used to him not answering her calls sometimes or ignoring her on purpose. but evan had never left her that long without a sign of life. and that definitely worried her. especially because she didn’t want to fight with him.
another attempt to reach him failed as she was sent again straight to voicemail, the lump in her throat only getting bigger. she leaned back, her head making contact with the soft pillow as she let out another sigh. she didn’t even remark her eyelids closing or her hand letting go of the phone in her hand as she fell asleep. exhausting had taken her over.
although she didn’t sleep long. the turning of the doorknob and a person stumbling in instantly woke her up from her light sleep. her view was still a bit foggy as she blinked rapidly to get a clear view on the scene in front of her.
a quick glance at her phone told her it was one o’clock, reminding her that she had spent four hours waiting for her boyfriend to come home. four hours without any sign of life.
finally accustoming to the light, she was met with the view of her boyfriend, completely drunk, as he grabbed the commode next to him for stability. the long midi dress hung on her heavily as she stood up, walking towards him.
“where were you?” she demanded, anger mixing his worry as she took in the sight of him. “i was worried, you didn’t call. not even a little text so i know you’re alive. who knows maybe you were hit by a car or something. one life sign was all i needed from you!”
“just leave me alone amara,” he drunkenly slurred, slapping her hand away from his chest. “we were at a party. you know how john can be sometimes, he was in a mood to party.”
“and you couldn’t be bothered to tell me that? instead i had to sit here and wait because my mind was so worried about you. don’t you see how fucked up that is?”
“i’m sorry, just let it go.” he muttered, trying to move past her but amara was adamant on not letting him leave till they finished this conversation. especially because it was occurring so often those last few weeks. why was he so determined to go to bed though? why was he in such a hurry to get to the bedroom?
as he tried to move past her, amara felt her heart sink at the sight of his untucked shirt. she felt it break when the lingering scent of perfume she didn’t recognize made it to her nose and knew it belonged to a woman. but what shattered her heart into pieces, where she thought she’d never be able to glue them together was the significance of her realization. what it truly meant.
“you slept with someone again, didn’t you?” she asked him quietly, trying to maintain her composure.
the way he avoided her gaze was enough of an answer for her. she didn’t need to know more. no words could describe the disgust she felt when she met his eyes full of guilt.
“it wasn’t supposed to happen. i just had a lot to drink and john was telling us to let loose so i did, but i swear i didn’t mean to end up with her —.” he stammered, his voice slightly faltering.
“in bed?” amara inquired sarcastically, a pit of burning anger building up in her stomach. “no, instead you probably fucked her in the bathroom.” she retorted, swallowing heavily. “you promised to me! i can’t believe you would humiliate me like this again!”
she truly wanted to believe he could change. that his casanova days were over but she was met way too often with disappointment. and even though she could see the weight of his actions in his eyes, it had happened too often for amara to believe that his emotions were truly real. “i didn't mean to hurt you," he whispered, his voice low.
“you promised the last time that you wouldn’t cheat on me again. you said it was the last time.” she cried out, not able to hold her anger back any longer. “they think i’m stupid because of you. because of the way you painted me — that i’m the stupid girlfriend who is too weak to leave her cheating boyfriend. you made me… made me look like some dumb bimbo. again.” she yelled at him, her voice quivered with pain and trauma. “i can’t believe you would hurt me like this again.”
there was a heavy silence as amara brushed her tears away. “i’m leaving,” she said quietly, blinking away her tears. “i can’t do this anymore. i forgave each time, i accepted your promises, believed in them but this is not continuing. i’ll be leaving in the morning. i just… can’t do this anymore. i gave you so many chances and my heart can’t anymore.”
she tried to move past him, brush him off as she was about to walk past him but something held her up, more specifically evan grabbing her hand violently.
“evan stop it and let go of me.” she demanded swiftly, “you’re hurting me.”
“then start listening to me,” he replied to her, only tightening the grip on her hand. “i said i’m sorry about cheating. you’re just overreacting and playing miss diva again.
“i’m not overreacting evan. i waited the entire day, i called, i texted and you couldn’t even give me one sign of life. instead i find out you cheated on me and god knows how many times you have done that already. and everytime i forgave you but i can’t anymore. i don’t wanna be that stupid girlfriend anymore. all i ever needed was your support, not your constant humiliation.” amara croaked, her voice full of emotion.
he didn’t let go of her wrist but he didn’t apply more force to it either. and as amara looked into his eyes, she was surprised by how much she couldn’t recognize him.
“i only cheated because you made me, gave me no other choice,” he said dismissively, staring her into the eyes. “i love you so much and all you do is push me away. always so distant and putting your career over me. i never cheated because i don’t love you but because i’m desperate.”
her heart was beating quickly as she listened to him. she wasn’t sure what she was hearing. how could he possibly justify his actions by blaming her? the accusations left her feeling defenseless, tears of frustration welling in her eyes.
“i loved you and you knew that. don’t you dare pin this on me. i can’t anymore. all this disloyalty is too much for me.”
she hoped he would let her go now but he had other plans. though amara wasn’t sure whether he would even remember this conversation the next morning with the amount of alcohol he probably must have drunk. but he didn't back down; instead, he continued to pile on the guilt, especially because he just knew what to say. "you pushed me away," he insisted, his tone accusatory. "i was just looking for someone who would appreciate me because you never gave me your time. maybe if you had spent more time with me, i wouldn’t have cheated on you all those times.”
this must be a dream or at least she wished it was. how could he blame her for his mistakes when all she ever did was love him. be loyal to him. had she truly failed him that much?
“no one will take your side if you leave me,” he muttered, his voice making amara shiver. “i’m the reason they know you. who knows amara imani? but they know evan henderson. so who do you think they will believe?” he asked her, his free hand brushing over her cheek. “the white man who has been in the society his whole life long or his black little slut who’s just a bland copy of Beyoncé and Taylor swift? why do you wanna make it so hard for you? you have everything you need with me, love, money, success.”
“i love you and i know you love me too. why do you want to destroy this?” he whispered, playing even more into his manipulation. he knew all her weaknesses, how to manipulate and gaslight her and he seemed pretty satisfied with him when it seemed to work on her. all he needed was just a bit of self-doubt to win her back. and he had always known the right words. “i promise you, this will never happen again.” he let go of her wrist and even though it wasn’t very recognizable on her skin, it was clear that there would be a bruise. he lifted her hand, pressing soft kisses onto the bruised skin, his thumb brushing gently over it. “i didn’t meant for this to happen. you know that right? it was a stupid mistake.”
she swallowed the lump that formed in her throat, nodding as she tried to keep her tears down. it was a mistake, she repeatedly told herself, trying to calm herself down. he didn’t mean to.
it wasn’t the first time he had hurt her but he had been doing so good since the last time. it hadn’t been long enough ago for her to forget it but enough time had passed for her to put herself together. it should have been a sign for her, a sign to leave when her mind was glad, it wasn’t as bad as the last time. that this time it had just been her wrist. and in addition, she loved him.
“we can fix this, put ourselves together again.” he continued to whisper, his hand looking to intertwine with amara’s. “i’m all you need. just me. and you don’t want to lose me, do you? we can work through this, you and me.”
looking at him incredulously, she pulled her hand back and walked quickly past him, brushing his shoulder in the process. her feet had a mind of her own as they brought her to the guest room, amara knowing that she couldn’t sleep in the same bed next to him. even breathing became hard when they were in the same room. how was she supposed to stay here? it was a mistake, she continued to tell herself as she climbed into bed, the pillow getting wet due to her tears that were rolling unstoppable. he won’t do it again.
she searched for solitude, hiding in the guest room though she wasn’t alone for long. her eyes closed instantly as she heard evan’s footsteps approaching the door to the guest room. she couldn’t talk to him anymore, she wouldn’t make it. she turned around, her body facing the wall as she tried to act as if she was sleeping. she would confront evan tomorrow, if he even remembered what had happened tonight.
her body tensed as he let himself fall into the bed, joining her.
“i told you i was sorry,” he slurred drunkenly. “amara please.” he begged again, his words clearer now. his hand brushed down her cheek and amara begged he wouldn’t remark the wet surface of her face or her tears that were still rolling down. “you know that wasn’t me. you just provoked me and i snapped but i promise this was the last time.”
“please just leave evan. you probably won’t even remember this tomorrow.” amara murmured tiredly. “we’ll talk about this tomorrow.”
but instead of leaving and going to bed, he started to press sloppy kisses on her neck, moving up and down.
“evan go,” amara demanded, trying to push the male away but he wouldn’t budge. instead his hand travelled down further her body, stopping just above her thigh. “please stop. i’m not in the mood.”
“i just wanna apologize,” he muttered into her hair, his kissing moving up to her cheek. she struggled to push him off of her, disgust in her eyes as she felt the budge in his pants growing bigger.
when his hand was about to slip under her sweatpants, amara saw red, taking every of her strength and willpower to push him off of her. “i said stop evan. leave now.” she demanded him angrily.
his eyes grew dark again, amara watching as his expression grew cold. “this is exactly the reason why i cheated on you. you always push me off.” he yelled at her, ignoring the way her body flinched. “why won’t you sleep with me anymore?”
“all i want is to apologize to my girlfriend and she won’t even let me touch her.” he began, purposely hoping on making amara feel bad. “i know i messed up and i’m really trying my best but you have to let me.”
he leaned close to her. “i love you. you know that right?” he asked her softly, amara nodding. she truly loved him. as naive as she was, she of course believed every word he said, falling down into his trap again. “and you don’t want to lose me, do you?” he whispered into her ear, his hot breath making contact with her skin. he started pressing kisses down her neck again as she spoke words into her mind, knowing exactly just how to manipulate her. and nearly everytime it seemed to work.
“… you’re my girlfriend. you’re supposed to make me feel good. and then i’ll never have to look somewhere else again. because you’re all i’ll ever need.” he told her sweetly, a sort of guilt rushing through her heart.
so when he started to slip his hand under her sweatpants again, she just let it happen. he was all she had.
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amara.imani went red for the day, those paps are never gonna catch me 💋
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liyah_clark slayyyy bestie
k.mbappe that meme 💀
amara.imani i was tempted to use one of you and a turtle but i decided against it
k.mbappe and i thought you were nice. I’m keeping your tacos now
amara.imani i’m sorry. please bring me tacos
graceywood take care of you and please come back home in one piece
amara.imani yes mama
iamcardib you go girl, those paps will never see it coming
kyliejenner omg i love the red on you, i might dye mine too
amara.imani you def should, king kylie era returning?
justineskye how could you dye your hair without me? where was my invite?
hudson_music does that mean i get the day free since you’re not here?
amara.imani sure, just don’t get too drunk. i’m at the studio tomorrow
charles_leclerc wearing the right color. have i actually managed to make you a tifosi?
amara.imani a proud teamlh supporter till i die, try to convince liyah
charles_leclerc i asked her and she told me if i ever tried to make her switch on lewis again, she’d dump me
amara.imani the only right response
liyah_clark i just said that i support you and only you but i will never become a tifosi, sorry babe
liyah_clark but you could always change to merc if you want to see me so badly in your colors
𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄
730 days had passed since that accident. 730 days ago she had made the worst decision of her life by staying with him. giving him the knowledge that she believed everything he said. two years had passed since she had allowed evan to take her sparkle away.
at first, amara didn’t even know why she thought of that memory today. it had been months that she hadn’t thought back of evan and their toxic relationship. and then she had thrown a glance at her phone and knew the reason why. it had happened on this date, two years ago. two years ago, he had managed to take a part away from her.
no one truly knows how hard it is to get out of a toxic relationship till they are caught in one themselves. outsiders will say, ‘just leave,’ not knowing how hard that can be. because no one truly knows how to escape that situation.
books with instructions to that don’t exist. so how is one supposed to know what to do? no one tells you what to do when your boyfriend lays his hand on you for the first time. the rational side of your brain will tell you to leave but do you listen? of course not. instead you try to justify the action because you’re telling yourself, why else would he lay his hand on you unless you had done something wrong?
and that’s the way the circle begins. he won’t lay his hand on you but small gestures are enough to know that he was close to hurting you again. grabbing your wrist a bit too tight, his fist almost making contact with your skin… soon you’ll find yourself happy that it was only your wrist that suffered under his anger.
no one tells you what to do when you don’t know how to leave him. you expect friends to notice your changed behavior but they’re all too busy, profiting from your misery. encouraging you to stay in that toxic relationship because it was good for them. they don’t care about the abuse you receive, whether it’s physical or mental. and the friends you know would have probably helped you, they are already gone because you pushed them away. so now you find yourself alone in an abusive and toxic relationship with nowhere to go and no escape system.
of course, the abuse is always equated with some good or else leaving would be too easy, wouldn’t it? for every mean word, a bouquet of flowers. for every wrist held too tight, a nice diamond necklace would find itself in front of you along with a smile, a smile promising that it would never happen again and yet both know that it was a lie. but still, your brain starts to forget the bad side. and whenever you find yourself close to leaving, your brain will ask you “why are you leaving when it’s good at the moment. he didn’t mean to. he loves you”.
amara had quickly realized how easy it was for an outsider to judge an abusive marriage, relationship, friendship. but they didn’t know the work that hid behind it. the exhaustion and manipulation. the betrayal of trust your brain won’t want to admit. it was a whole cycle and finding a loophole in it took more strength than one would ever admit.
as humiliated and betrayed as she had felt in that moment, amara was glad he had left her. had cheated on her publicly. it had given her the loophole she had been looking for the entire time. and it had come at a good moment too, one where he wouldn’t be able to manipulate her into staying like he had done so many time. but she still preferred to never talk about that period of her life again. it was over.
today she would be focusing on kylian the entire day. the reason she was even here. if someone had told her one year ago that she would be standing here, excited to watch a psg match, she would have called the psychiatry to inform them that they were most likely missing a patient. and yet here she was, ready to cheer on her boyfriend. her excitement was palpable as she sat in the vip lounge, eager to witness him playing in action on the field.
she had been so keen on finally watching him play live that she had even dyed her hair red and donned a stylish pair of sunglasses to not be recognized by any cameras or paparazzis that were present. even though the two were clear where they stood with each other, they did not want to share their bliss with the press yet, preferring to just live in their own bubble before any articles caught up to them.
the stadium buzzed with an electrifying atmosphere, fans donning their team's colors and waving flags with passionate fervor as screams were heard from everywhere, overtoning the commentator of the match. kylian had not exaggerated when he had told her that playing at home was always another vibe. the energy was contagious and amara found herself close to singing with the commentators but she refrained herself from doing so, not wanting to stand out. she was also impressed by the dedication of the supporters who poured their entire heart and souls into cheering for their beloved team, some even making huge trips just to come support their team. needless to say, this would not be her last match.
sure, maybe paris didn’t have as much of an history as liverpool had, and maybe they didn’t have their own fan song that had carried through the history of their club but they had supporters amara guessed. and she loved the atmosphere here.
lost in her phone, checking messages and replying to some instagram messages, amara only looked up again when the crowd erupted into a thunderous roar, announcing the arrival of the players who came walking out from the tunnel. her eyes were fixed on him though.
despite thousands of fans around her, yelling and chanting his names she managed to drown out the noise around her as her eyes searched his. the way he looked at his fans, standing majestically on the ground and the way he held himself, so confident and mesmerizing — she couldn't help but feel an overwhelming surge of pride knowing that she was there to support him.
even though he wouldn’t recognize her, amara drew kylian a discreet air kiss from stands, her way of wishing him good luck which he acknowledged with his typical smirk. it was her secret way of letting him know she was there, supporting him wholeheartedly. she felt connected to him in another way today. last time he was in her world and this time she was a visitor in his.
watching the match, amara couldn’t contain herself from yelling along the fans for every foal or occasion the blue players had, her heart pounding with each near missed chance for a goal. she cheered with unrestrained joy when kylian opened the score with a beautiful volley that landed immediately in the net, the goalkeeper having no chance. and even though she facepalmed seeing his new celebration, her grin grew wider as she watched him draw a heart with his fingers and then fire an arrow in her direction. of course the crowd went wild, looking around frantically to find the person he had just dedicated a goal to.
the crowd calmed down again when the whistle blew, indicating the break and amara was able to get away from all the screams for a quick pause. as much as she enjoyed the game, it had been a long time that she hadn’t been out again in public and even less to a big event like this. but she couldn’t have known that the second half contained just as much surprises as the first one.
sitting down again, this time armed with a bottle of coke, she watched with excitement the second part of the game, hoping for it to be just as thrilling as the first one— even more, she was hoping for another goal of him. and amara was not disappointed. fifteen minutes into the second half, the ball found kylian again who put it again into the net, dribbling his way into the surface for a quick finish. she braced herself again for another of his ridiculous celebrations, surprised when all he did was just lift his shirt so the public could read what was written on it. and upon reading it, amara was glad she had finished her drink a long time ago because the french striker had written boldly across his shirt: told you so. and she knew it was directed at her. she wanted to hide behind one of the chairs, smiling hardly but she was also painfully aware that if she acted different now, everyone would know it was for her and she wouldn’t dare to imagine how that could turn out for her.
as the final whistle blew, amara felt happy and kind of sad. for the two hours that she had been here, she had been able to drown out everything. forget about her problems because here they didn’t matter. she clapped happily as the crowd began to disperse, knowing her day was long from being over. she waited a few minutes before standing up, thanking the security men for escorting her to the changing rooms. of course only after showing him her badge that kylian had gotten her for vips.
she grew a bit self-conscious as she received several weird stares while walking towards the players changing rooms but she tried to ignore them all, focusing instead on kylian’s amazing match and all the things she’d tell him.
amara hesitated at first, unsure whether she should enter immediately as her worries took over her thoughts but she was able to block them out quickly. with all her confidence, she strutted over to the door, knocking three times before opening it and entering. taking a few steps, she was instantly met with kylian, currently changing as he took off his jersey.
“hey superstar. how does it feel to be mvp?” she teased, flashing him a playful grin as she made her way towards him.
he turned towards her with a cheeky smile, amara’s eyes not leaving his defined abs. his arms immediately engulfed her as he pulled her in for a hug, savoring the scent of cherry and vanilla that was immediately picked up by his nose. “amara? i can’t believe you actually came. and your hair? why did you dye it red?”
she laughed, throwing her head back in joy and twirled one of her extensions. “i promised you i’d be there, didn’t i? and as for my hair, told you those paps aren’t gonna catch me.” she replied sassily.
he chuckled playfully, shaking his head at her sass. “so, what did you think of the match? don’t even try to lie, i know you enjoyed it. especially my two goals,” he smirked. “comment t'as trouvé mes célébrations? kinda cool, don’t you think?” — what did you think of my celebrations?
she rolled her eyes, matching his sarcasm. “i loved them,” she retorted. “you just had to do it, didn’t you? because of you, gracey will scold me tomorrow since your new celebration,” she trailed off, looking at him pointedly, “will attire a lot of media attention. especially that second one.”
he shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "didn’t you say that any publicity is good publicity? besides they’ll probably forget it in a week.”
she laughed again, knowing he had a point but that still didn’t make her any less annoyed. “fine but don’t say i didn’t want you when the paps start camping in front of your apartment.”
“i already spend more time at yours than at my own so it’s fine.” he replied sarcastically. “that way, you won’t steal any secret tactics.”
she faked a dramatic expression, putting a hand on her chest. “oh my gosh, you discovered my plan. the only reason i actually dated you was to steal all the secret tactics and sell them to the highest bidder. but then again, your tactics aren’t really worth much.” she joked, shrieking when kylian attacked her hips, tickling her there.
“i dare you to say that again,” he demanded jokingly, resting his hands lastly around her waist, pulling her closer. “we talked about this amara.”
“i know, i know.” she repeated, rolling her eyes. “we don’t compare psg with liverpool. i know that. now come here,” she said, purposely annoying him before pulling him in for a kiss.
they were immediately caught in a passionate kiss as amara wrapped her hands around his neck. every kiss still felt like their first one, fireworks still exploding in her stomach whenever their lips met.
“you were great,” amara whispered against his lips, smiling as she leaned in to connect them again. though they never made it since the door suddenly opened and the couple was caught like a deer in headlights when the rest of his teammates came in. there was a moment of silence before one of his teammates (amara didn’t know who) started to yell.
“MAIS LE GARS, C’EST KYLIAN AVEC UNE MEUF!” on of them yelled and amara stared down, luckily not blushing. — guys, it’s kylian with a girl
“and she actually seems nice. remember when he dated chloe, that stuck-up bitch.” another one commented, his teammates agreeing.
“eh, je suis toujours la.” kylian retorted annoyingly. — hey, i’m still here
“COME ON KYLIAN, PRESENT HER TO US!” several of his teammates screamed, some even jumping up and down which made amara smile. it warmed her heart to see how thrilled they were to meet her.
“le gars, this is amara imani, the singer, you—“ he began but amara cut him off immediately, rolling her eyes.
she arched an eyebrow, looking at him incredulously. “bro, they didn’t ask you for a cv of me.” she cut him off sassily before looking at the boys who were watching them confusingly. “i’m his girlfriend.”
“what?” all of them exclaimed which made kylian smirk, probably boosting his ego.
neymar (amara immediately recognized him because of liyah’s huge footballer crush phase) was the first to grin widely and to approach her. “hah, i already knew. i was the first person he told,” he bragged. “it’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person. eu sou um grande fã de sua música.” — i’m a big fan of your music.
“obrigado. i’m a big fan of your skills too.” she replied, her accent standing out as she replied to him in portuguese.
“you speak portuguese?” another of his teammates asked (amara hating herself for her short memory because she was sure she had seen him play today).
she nodded, smiling shyly. “i speak several languages. next to english and french, i also speak spanish, igbo and a bit portuguese but mine is a bit rusty.”
“that’s still more than his last girlfriend.” another one hollered. “sergio ramos, delighted to meet you. it’s a good thing you speak spanish, now we can bitch about kylian behind his back whenever we want.”
a mischievous grin appeared on her face while this time, kylian rolled his eyes. “you do know i speak spanish fluently right?” he asked them but they both waved dismissively.
the next one to present himself was marco and even he had some difficulties, believing that kylian had actually gotten the girl. “it’s kinda weird having you standing right here. who would’ve thought kylian’s game was that good? never in thousand years i’d have believed that. also my wife is a big fan of yours. even dragged me to one of your concerts.”
she just laughed, sending kylian a playful wink before turning her attention back to marco.
one by one they introduced themselves, some not able to contain their excitement due to them being big fans while others had difficulties with believing that had actually managed to get himself a girlfriend who was none other than amara. and since this were incredible news, presnel (as amara had learned) couldn’t keep himself from facetiming the whole french national team just to keep them up with the happenings. it didn’t ring long before several faces started to pop up on the screen of presnel’s phone.
“MES FRÈRES, NOTRE BÉBÉ A ENFIN UNE COPINE!” presnel announced excitingly, waking everybody’s interest and capturing their attention. — my brothers, our baby finally has a girlfriend
“ATTEND, KYLIAN A KEN AVEC UNE MEUF?” antoine retorted confusingly, probably speaking out loud what the other members of the french team were thinking. instead of answering, presnel just shoved the phone in amara’s face who smiled awkwardly. “EH, MAIS C’EST AMARA IMANI.” — wait, kylian bagged someone?
— eh, but that’s amara imani
there was a shockwave growing through the participants of the call, all too stunned to speak.
“where is amara? i wanna see her too,” a little voice said in the background and a girl showed up next to antoine which amara assumed was his daughter. she waved shyly at the screen, causing even more chaos.
"KYKY SORT AVEC AMARA IMANI! Comment il a réussi avec sa grosse tête de tortue?” paul exclaimed amusingly as amara laughed too, nearly choking. — kylian is going out with amara imani! how did he manage that with his big head of a turtle?
“QUI S'INTÉRESSE QUELLE TÊTE IL A? IL A PÉCHO AMARA IMANI!” ousmane disregarded his friend’s comment quickly and looked at amara who had taken pleasure in watching the team react to the news. “can i have tickets for your next tour? the last one was sold out way too quick before i even had a chance." — who cares what head he has? he pulled amara imani!
“kylian, if you don't bring her to the next team event, don't even bother showing up.” aurelien threatened jokingly.
amara nudged him slightly to catch his attention. “your friends are funny. i didn’t know they were such big fans of me.”
he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “i told you, they were going to love you.”
“AMARA, JE T’AIME. JE T’AI TOUJOURS SUPPORTER, MÈME QUAND TON EX DE MERDE RACONTAIS DE CONNERIES SUR TOI!” jules then yelled over the phone making amara’s heart even warmer. — amara, i love you. i’ve always supported you even when that shitty ex was saying bullshit about you.
“je suis tellement ravie de faire connaissance avec vous et ça me tient à cœur que vous êtes de si gros supporter.” amara told them happily, genuinely touched by their warm welcome. — it’s been a pleasure getting to meet you and I’m touched that you’re such big fans of me.
kylian, who had finished changing and had finally dressed up, placed himself next to amara, his hand instantly wrapping around her waist. he placed a few soft kisses on her neck which sent tickles down her entire spine.
“stop that,” she muttered under her breath, smiling as she tried to hold kylian’s head away from her neck though that turned out to be very complicated as he had his arms wrapped around her waist.
“fine,” he replied, his lips pressed to a pout. taking a bit pity on him, she turned his head, pressing a soft peck on his lips.
“heh, il y’a des enfants ici.” yelled presnel and neymar amusingly put his hands over marco’s eyes while the couple separated quickly making everybody present laugh. — hey, there are children there
“j’ai toujours cru que le vrai amour de kylian, c’est le foot honnêtement.” paul revealed jokingly. “c’était la seule chose qu’il faisait.” — i always thought football was kylian’s true love
— it’s the only thing he ever talked about
“bah apparemment, tout ce qu’il faut faire c’est ressemble à un ninja turtle pour draguer des meufs célèbre.” jules replied in the same tone as paul and amara wasn’t able to retain her giggle watching kylian’s face scrunch up. — apparently all you need for famous girls to come after you is to resemble a ninja turtle
“vous êtes chiante,” the french international striker pouted again, wanting to hide his face in amara’s neck again but she pushed him off. — you’re all pain in the asses
the entire team erupted in laughter, taking joy in watching his demise and him being all embarrassed. but of course they all meant it well. and amara understood quickly that they were a bunch of adults with the mindset of children, wondering truly how their coach was able to keep up with them.
“soo… how long have you two been dating?” aurelien asked them curiously, amara and kylian exchanging some looks.
“we’ve known each other for about seven to eight months but we started seeing each other a month and a half ago and have been officially dating for two weeks.” replied amara.
“si ça dépendait de moi, on devrait sortir ensemble pour sept mois maintenant.” kylian threw in jokingly. — if it were up to me we’d be dating for seven months now
“donc tu la fais attendre un peu?” presnel inquired, mischievous glint sparkling in his eyes as amara nodded proudly. “ça va le gars, il est complètement parti. un vrai simp.” — so you made him wait for a while?
— guys, it’s official. he’s completely gone, a true simp
“wesh, ta gueule,” kylian retorted sassily, blushing slightly. — shut up
“est-ce que kylian t’embêtes de fois avec tout son bavardage de foot?” jules asked next. — does kylian annoy you sometimes with his constant talk about football
amara nodded swiftly, a loud sigh following. “yes he does. il y a des fois où je suis fatiguée et je veux seulement rentrer me coucher mais monsieur a décidé de mettre un match. et il commente toujours à côté.” amara complained. “but i love that about him.” — there are times where I’m just tired and all i want to do is sleep but mister here decided to put on match. and he always comments on it on the side
“you can never stay mad at me,” kylian whispered seductively into her ear and amara hummed, the two losing themselves in their own world again.
“eh, les amoureux on a pas encore fini.” presnel reminded them loudly. — hey lovebirds, we haven’t finished yet.
“j'espère que tu lui a appris quelques pas de danse parce que ton copain est tellement nul en danse…” paul trailed off making amara laugh. — i hope you taught some dance moves because your boyfriend is so bad at dancing…
kind of embarrassed, she admitted shyly. “ce même lui qui m’a appris à danser le slow. donc je peux te rassurer.” — actually, it’s him who taught me how to dance a slow so I can reassure you he definitely got better
“you don’t have to be embarrassed amara. we have tons of embarrassing stories about kylian. like one time” ousmane trailed off, thinking of the best example. his face brightened up immediately. “LE GARS, VOUS VOUS RAPPELER QUAND KYLIAN NOUS A FORCER À ÉCOUTER TOUS SES CHANSONS?” he yelled excitingly. — guys remember when kylian forced us to listen to all her songs
“ah oui, on se réveillait avec ta voix et on s’endormait avec ta voix.” — yes, we always woke up with her voice and fell asleep to her voice
“t’as toujours était son crush célébrité. donc on a rien dit quand il nous forçait à écouter tes chansons.” antoine explained to her and amara looked at kylian who tried to hide his embarrassment. — you’ve always been his celebrity crush. so we never said anything when he forced us to listen to your songs
“hey, don’t be shy. i find it adorable that you had a crush on me.” she replied sweetly. “that’ll be great leverage in the future.”
they started wooing, leaving some teasing side marks that guaranteedly boosted his ego. as if it needed any more growing.
“well, i have a question.” said antoine, already looking forward to teasing his teammate. “est-ce que kylian a aussi d’endurance au lit qu’au terrain?” — does kylian have as much stamina in bed as on the field?
nearly choking on his saliva, amara patted kylian’s back hard and reached for his water bottle so he could calm down.
“how do you answer that question?” amara inquired slowly.
“bah, nous on veut savoir comment est il est au lit. est-ce qu’il se vente des ses talents comme il l’aime faire souvent ou c’est vrai?” ousmane inquired. — well we want to know how he is in bed. does he exaggerate about his talents like he often does or is it true?
“i…” she looked at her boyfriend for some help but he just smirked, pointing at the screen where his friends / teammates were all looking for an answer. “oh my god, i don’t know how to answer that.”
“it’s a simple yes or no question.”
she sighed, glaring at kylian for leaving her in this situation before answering, “well, we’re fine off the pitch. ça ne manque de riens.” — we’re not missing anything
“eh mais attends. donc c’était toi qui lui a sucée le cou quand il est arrivé à l'entraînement avec un grand suçon?” presnel exclaimed shockingly. — wait a minute, so it was you who sucked his neck when he arrived at training with that huge hickey?
she shrugged dismissively. “je viens de dire que rien nous manque au lit.” she retorted sassily, sending them a playful wink that made his teammates yell again while kylian pulled her closer to him. — i just told you, we’re not missing anything
“kylian t’a intérêt à ne pas la perdre.” antoine threatened him lightly. — kylian, you better not lose her
“don’t worry, i don’t plan on doing so.”
it was loud and crowded in the club. even though neymar had rented the vip space for them, they were still able to feel the excitement and atmosphere of the crowd downstairs. the music was good though and amara found herself enjoying the mix the dj had put on as she watched the people dance.
the initial thought had actually been to go home but the team decided to go out and celebrate together after such a hard-fought victory where they had played beautifully for the first time in a long time. after the call amara had wanted to go home but when the team had invited her to tag alone to celebrate their victory and also get to know the others (such as the wags) she had accepted immediately, wanting to be integrated as quickly as possible.
they had gone home quickly to change before joining the squad outside of some fancy parisian club that they had apparently frequented very often and were fond of. amara had traded the red-blue jersey kylian had gifted her for a simple gray silk dress that sparkled in the light with every step that she took. how they had managed to escape the paparazzis, she’d never know. but she looked pretty so actually she wouldn’t mind being photographed right now.
kylian had immediately complimented her when she had come out of her bedroom, sporting the gray dress with her red hair tied up in a high ponytail. he was in awe of how she let the most simplistic things look beautiful, even when she put minimal effort into it. the entire night his eyes had not left her even when he was talking to one of his friends, his eyes had not left his girlfriend which amused his friends greatly.
he was also very happy of how well she got along with the other girlfriends and wives. he knew her friendship circle wasn’t very big and the only real friends she actually had were liyah and grace (where she always assured him that they were enough) but yet she was willing to put herself out there and make new contacts. perhaps he hadn’t given her enough credit when she had announced to him that she was coming back.
with the excuse of wanting to get himself another drink he was able to leave the conversation and rejoin his girlfriend that was waiting at the bar for her own drink. he surprised her from behind, putting his hands around her neck which startled amara at first but she relaxed quickly once seeing that it was kylian.
“t’es tellement belle,” kylian whispered in her ear, intertwining their fingers and amara leaned into his body. “i hope you’re having fun.” — you’re so beautiful
she nodded, taking a sip from her drink that had just arrived. “merci mon cœur.” she replied softly. “and i am having fun. jessica and sarah are sooo nice.” she replied, pointing to the two women who sat a bit away from the dance floor and were talking. “we have even planned some shopping dates already.”
“that’s amazing ma belle.”
the two stayed in their own bubble for a while, the comfort of the other being enough. amara had never truly realized how safe kylian made her feel especially when they were somewhere that was out of her comfort zone. he made sure she felt welcomed, safe. he didn’t abandon her like she was used to when she was dating evan and hung out with some influencer barbies.
talking with his teammates had also shown her what kind of supporting system kylian had, which she found was a privilege. talking from experience, she knew exactly how hard it could be when you were left all alone without any kind of support and how hard it would be in some difficult situations. and the french national team had immediately accepted her, welcomed her the moment she had introduced herself as kylian’s girlfriend.
truthfully, that she was someone’s girlfriend again felt a bit weird to her in the beginning. after finally learning to be alone, she was again someone’s girl. but this time she had said because she wanted to and not because someone had coerced her into accepting. and the way kylian had asked her whether she wanted to take another step. so calm, patient and genuine — she’d have been a fool to say no.
“do you get flashbacks?” she asked him, her eyes traveling across the club. “from the first time we met?”
“a bit. just that it wasn’t a club and you’re not as drunk as you were that night.” he laughed.
the two seemed inseparable with their bond evident to everyone around them. they didn’t even go back to their friends they had left with the excuse to get a drink. instead they stayed at the bar, laughing and talking while watching the people around them. only when the tones of dadju’s bébé came out from the speakers did the two leave their places to join the dance floor. kylian less willingly but then again he would do anything to see her smile.
as they swayed to the rhythm of the song, the rest of the the group couldn’t help but be marveled by how much in love they actually were.
“look at them,” presnel said to the group, pointing to the couple dancing to the song. “one could think they’ve been dating for a year. there’s no way they’ve been dating for only a month.” he exclaimed, the group watching as kylian muttered something into her ear and amara threw her head back laughing.
“wouldn’t be surprised if kylian got down on his knee right now,” marco added, grinning widely, “just watching them is enough to make someone sick. they’re acting like a couple on their honeymoon.”
“well, she was his celebrity crush,” neymar added, matching marco’s expression. “our boy has game. he’s definitely head over heels for her.”
“and she is for him.” sarah chimed in, taking place next to her husband.
the group watched with fond smiles as the couple danced on the dance floor. they probably didn’t even notice people staring at her, that much they were caught in their own world. they stared into each other's eyes, smiling as they swayed to the music. the song they had originally got up for had finished long ago but the two couldn’t bring themselves to sit down again. except quick drinking pauses (that mostly consisted of amara ordering a drink while kylian announced himself as the dd) their feet were glued to the crowd. and in addition to that,
as the night wore on, the number of drinks amara had downed became higher too. luckily for her, this time she wasn’t an emotional drunk but more like a fun and energetic drunk. she would be lying if she said that she didn’t enjoy kylian whispering sweet things into her ear the entire night or dancing with her new friends the moment the dj put on some quicker music.
knowing his girlfriend was tired though after some time, he made his way over to her, pulling her closer as he inhaled her scent.
“we should go home now, don’t you think?” kylian muttered softly into her ear. “tu n’arrives même plus à tenir,” he laughed, watching his girlfriend’s drunken state. — you can’t even stand properly anymore
“but my new friends… i haven’t finished dancing with them yet.” she pouted. “sarah was telling me a story.” she slurred him drunkenly.
“je te promets que sarah va venir demain pour te raconter le reste de l’histoire,” he tried to compromise, already bidding goodbye to the group who had immediately understood after seeing amara’s state. and they weren’t the only ones. marco and jessica had also already left, jessica having drunk just as much as marco. — i promise you sarah is coming tomorrow to tell you the rest of the story.
wearing a grumpy expression, she intertwined her hands and followed kylian outside, who had already called his driver. as kylian led amara to the car where his chauffeur was waiting for them he couldn’t help but reminisce about the night they had met for the first time. it felt nostalgic remembering how similar this situation was to how they first met. only difference was that this time, instead of nearly falling asleep, amara was full of energy, happily skipping around as they marched towards the car.
as they settled into the car, amara’s head rested on kylian’s shoulder, her gaze wandering out the window into the city lights that blurred past. his eyes were filled with love, watching her snuggle against him.
“you remember that night?” amara’s voice broke the silence, her words slightly slurred yet laced with fondness. "when you saved me from probably being kidnapped even though i was such a bitch to you. and now we’re here again.”
he nodded, pressing a gentle kiss on her temple. “i had to google myself to prove to you that i didn’t have any bad intentions. and you were so sarcastic that night.”
“well, it’s a good thing that you’re so stubborn,” she replied cheekily. “imagine if you had actually walked away.”
“i probably wouldn’t have been able to do this,” he leaned in and softly pecked her lips.
as they arrived at amara’s place, kylian carefully helped her out of the car, he walked her through the door as her laughter echoed in the night air, not able to stop himself from falling for her all over again. walking through the gate, they continued their playful banter and inside jokes, kylian enjoying her funny drunk-self.
the only moment where silence was present was when the couple found themselves in the elevator, standing face to face. that was also where the alcohol truly kicked in, not only for amara but also for kylian. before they even knew, the couple was making out, and only stopped when the elevator rang, signaling them that they had finally arrived at her apartment.
she stumbled through the room, her words slurred and laughter infectious as she entertained him with drunken anecdotes and witty remarks. while amara told kylian a drunken story about her first time on tour, the french striker helped the singer change into her pajama and carefully tried to do her skincare. (and kylian will forever brag to anyone who’ll hear that he perfectly applied moisturizer and toner.)
it would probably count as one of kylian’s biggest achievements that he managed to not only put a drunken woman to bed but also have her occupied enough that she didn’t recognize that he had left to change himself. he slipped secretly into her bed, getting comfortable next to her as amara cuddled into his chest continuing her rambling about god and the world while kylian found his comfort just listening to her.
all of sudden, a brilliant idea struck her as she listened to kylian’s heartbeat.
“omg kylian i have an idea for a song!” she exclaimed loudly, giggling. “quick, i need paper, please. avant que ça ne quitte ma tête.” — before it slips away from my head
her boyfriend chuckled affectionately, a wide smile plastered across his lips as he stood up to get her some paper. for some people it would seem stupid to listen to a drunk person but she could ask him to do the most dumb thing ever and he'd do it as long as it puts a smile on her face. that was love — sacrificing yourself in the most stupid ways just to see a smile on your partner’s face.
he hurriedly fetched a notepad and pen which she grabbed from him and even though she lacked any other surface to put the paper on, she started scribbling the lyrics on the paper.
“so you’re just going to write a song now.”
“yes.”
“in your state?”
“yep.”
the room filled with a poignant silence as she wrote the lyrics to the song. in the end it turned out to be a process of not only her but also kylian. he gave advice and listened to her while she sang some of the verses to him she was insecure about or when she didn’t find a word that fit enough to describe a feeling. he felt a profound sense of admiration and love for her as he watched her work.
finding comfort in his warmth that his body extended to hers, she looked him deeply into the eyes, staring behind his pupils and into his soul. "well, you know you kind of own my heart. you’re actually the king of my heart."
𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏
𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌
𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚.𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢
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amara.imani mon amour, je t’aime — my third studio album, i spent hours and hours trying to be the best version of myself to not only give you my most proudest work but also to make myself proud. this album is the result of love, passion and devotion, endless love that i received and that fueled me to write this album. thank you to my fans, who stood by me during the highs and lows — this album is also for you
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liyah.clark YOU OUTDID YOURSELF, it’s so much better than what i could have imagined, i’m crying happy tears 🫶🏾
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𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑 -> 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆?
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — after the release of her latest album, amara imani has everyone questioning who she declared her love to
𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 — @aechii @locedes @lorarri
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If you haven’t listened to amara imani’s newest album, “mon amour” yet, then truly … WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?
the so-called princess of pop and r&b came back nearly two years after her career and image took a major hit and released a whole new album, with more to come, to declare her undying love to her new beau.
even though the album is only a few days old, it has already climbed the charts and positioned itself on the top. after beyoncé, amara imani is the second black woman to have her entire album in the top of the charts after only a few days. and in addition to that, she broke the record of most streams in one day on spotify and apple music. it seems that everybody wants to be part of her new lovestory.
the nigerian singer wrote fourteen astonishing love ballads about love and the feeling of experiencing it and even added two more (streets, best part ft. h.e.r & daniel caesar) after the successful numbers of her album.
but the question we’ve all been asking ourselves is of course: WHO IS SHE DECLARING HER LOVE TO? we are truly dying to know who the new man is who was able to make amara imani write an entire love album for. after all, we can count on our hands how many songs ex-boyfriend evan henderson had gotten during their relationship (and not all of those were about positive things).
the singer has confirmed that there is a new man present in her life with posts, where the singer is seen with a love struck expression on her face as well as talking in about him on jimmy fallon about her new relationship but has not revealed his identity yet. imani was also spotted with a new ring on her finger, which must have certainly been a present from her new boyfriend but has not been seen with him yet in public.
but even without knowing who her new beau is, we can all be assured that he loves her if he was the inspiration for mon amour. after listening to pov and lover, i’m sure we can all agree that we all want to be loved like that.
whether amara imani has planned a world tour is unsure yet, after the events of her last one but one thing is undebatable — again, amara imani has exceeded our expectation with her love ballad album. we desperately hope to hear an announcement or confirmation soon, so we can all thank the man who made amara imani write such a beautiful masterpiece.
𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑
𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌
𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚.𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢
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amara.imani thank u so much for allowing me to place myself next to beyoncé in history. this is truly incredible and i am thanking everyone for their support, no matter where — streets and best part OUT NOW, hope you enjoy
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username when i say streets has become my new anthem, I MEAN IT
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liyah_clark again another slayyyy, proud of you 🫶🏾
amara.imani did you force everyone to listen to it again?
charles_leclerc yes she did
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𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚.𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢
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amara.imani karma is the guy on the screen, coming straight home to me
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username MADAM 💀
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𝐕𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐗 ➺ k.mbappé
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — where an event thrown at psg has Evan Henderson crawl back to his ex for forgiveness but she already has other plans
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — kylian mbappe x amara imani, Evan Henderson (oc) x Amara imani (oc)
𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 — va dire a ton ex [dadju]
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gracey sierra wood was truly a godsend gift — amara was certain of that.
just the way the black woman handled the entire press since it had been leaked online that amara had resorted to legal help for evan, she couldn’t have been more thankful that she had put her trust in grace three years ago.
was suing evan a smart idea? probably not. but did it make her feel like a badass bitch? absolutely.
as much as amara prided herself on not being petty and resentful, her pride would have probably hurt a lot more if she had let him get away with it. she couldn’t resent the press, after all they had only done their jobs that they were paid for. but evan… she couldn’t find any other excuse for him except his fragile masculinity that could explain why he had spread all those lies.
or maybe he had always been this malicious and amara had turned a blind eye to it because she thought she loved him — either way, she couldn’t explain his doings and what had exactly happened for him to do her so wrong. but she was adamant on not letting it go just like that. she wouldn’t allow the media to forget for people to forget what evan henderson had done. and that had been where grace had come in.
the two had spent nights hunched over documents (occasionally with kylian providing them snacks) as they looked for a way to avenge amara without tarnishing her newly restored image. while discussing several strategies, grace provided her advice as best friend as well as manager, making sure that amara was still the one winning and not leaving empty. the singer honestly couldn’t remember anymore how she had done when grace hadn’t been in her life — the south african girl had been for so long already in her life.
their relationship had started out simple. amara had been a fresh lamb in the music industry, walls built up high as she was careful who she trusted while grace had lived for a time in the music industry due to her parents being known music producers. the two girls had been made for each other — one wanted to make a name for herself, the other wanted to leave her name and create a new one. both fit perfectly.
for the legal issue, amara didn’t have much experience. she had actually wanted to keep the lawsuit between the two parties but someone (and they all knew very well who) had leaked it to the press that amara wanted to drag evan to court. and by the time they had found out who, it was already all over the news.
even though that had been two weeks ago, amara still hasn’t faced evan yet. originally they would have been forced to meet with each other, when amara had launched the lawsuit but her ex-boyfriend had snubbed both meetings (for which amara was very glad) — his lawyers had tried to get her to settle for a specific sum but she had rejected each one. her career was not something that could be bought, amara had thought at the meeting.
was she malicious for suing him just after his girlfriend had broken up with him? maybe. but it felt good to give evan a taste of his own medicine. after all, all the pain, each tear she had shed, every panic attack she had experienced— all that needed to be avenged and she had to start somewhere.
and of course, kylian was her biggest supporter — as he had said, where she went he went (tu monte, je monte, tu descends, je descends) and nothing could make him break his promise, not even a lawsuit. kylian was known as someone who liked his privacy; he was one of the most discussed topics in football every year and yet the only information people knew about him was what he was willing to let them know. and yet he had never felt so ready to take court to defend the woman he loved, screw what the world would think. all that mattered was she.
he had comforted her during the meetings with the lawyers, had convinced her to change her previous solicitors when he had had a premonition that they were truly representing her and tried to schedule meetings in between his training sessions to support her the best he could— it was exhausting, with both having two different important events coming up but both tried to make it work the best they could.
she was grateful for the way her boyfriend understood her so quickly and tried to be the positive side when things were crashing down, especially since she had no idea what she was actually doing and had never been to court. well, she had a small idea of court but her knowledge was mostly based on seasonal reruns of how to get away with murder and who knows how accurate those were — shortly, she had no plan and was just following what people were telling her.
and that had been where grace sweeped in to save the day again. scheduling meetings with evan’s lawyers, negotiating appearances for her, defending her when they tried to make her come across as a petty bitch who wanted money— amara honestly felt like a ghost during those, her mind wandering far away as her best friend handled those things. she truly wondered how johnny depp and amber heard had the energy to go through these twice; she hadn’t even accomplished one trial and she was already tired. (but god forbid, someone aired their trial live, that would really be the downfall for all of them, including evan).
right now wasn’t the moment to focus on those things anyway. she had more important things to do; for example choosing an outfit to wear to the psg benefit gala. what sounded so easy turned out to be more complicated than she had thought. that was also the reason why she hadn’t hired a stylist — how should she have known that it would be so difficult to find the right dress?
and again, deep hate and resentment bubbled up in her when she realized why she struggled so much with her outfit choice — even apart, evan still managed to traumatize her. when they had been dating, without even noticing she had let evan take control over her own body. body shame her and lower her self-esteem. the more she looked back, the more she realized that had not been love — it was toxic and a power play.
he had chosen what she wore on the rare occasions that she had managed to convince him to go out with her. evan had found that date nights were unnecessary, just a waste of money. she had to practically beg him if she wanted a nice night out with him instead of spending the entire evening in front of the tv. And for the times when they went out, things between them hadn’t been any healthier.
with evan being very possessive and judging, amara had truly never been able to wear what she actually wanted even though she had a closet full of gorgeous dresses. her ex-boyfriend had disliked most of those, either dissatisfied with the amount of cleavage they revealed or how much they showed her legs off. he had reasoned it off with explaining how men thought and that they would probably get ideas if she wore a too shiny dress. and because she didn’t want to ruin the mood, she complied and he chose simple dresses for her. dresses that undermined how extraordinary she was. the constant judgment had chipped away at her self-esteem, leaving her feeling unsure about her own sense of style.
but now evan wasn’t there anymore and she was responsible for her own outfits. which is how she found herself on the floor, her once tidy space transformed into a realm of fabrics, patterns, and colors as she tried not to panic while the hours ticked away and the pile of clothes grew taller.
what did people normally wear to such galas? when kylian had asked her whether she had wanted to be his date (even though the two weren’t public yet) she had immediately accepted, scared that maybe if he thought too long about it, he’d take the offer back again. back then, she couldn’t have phantomed how difficult the choice of the outfit would have been. and she needed to shine, after all it would be their first night out as a couple and she absolutely needed to slay for that one. even if the media didn’t know about them.
‘this one makes me look like a prostitute’ she thought, tossing the red dress on one of the huge piles of clothes. ‘that one shows my fat thighs too much’, she thought, remembering that the last time she had worn that dress, evan had suggested that she should get plastic surgery. ‘this one’s for nuns’ she exclaimed angrily in her head, throwing it behind her.
taking a deep breath, she inhaled loudly before exhaling and letting out a piercing scream. her stomach turned and she used all her willpower to keep herself from throwing up and crying. another side effect of evan. she just couldn't shake off the feeling that dressing up would only invite similar criticism, even though she knew that kylian could never be evan.
she grabbed her phone as she contemplated whether she should call kylian and cancel. she was a mess, there was chaos and she absolutely didn’t really feel in the mood to go to an event if she wasn’t even able to choose an outfit. and she could still feel the way her body tensed as she thought back to the times when evan’s disapproving gaze had made her feel small and insignificant.
amara’s mind was absent as she curled up on the floor. she hadn’t noticed kylian entering her bedroom, too deep in her thoughts to even acknowledge anything going on around her. she didn’t see him approach her from behind, ignoring the state of her room as he approached her, without a word. her body reacted instantly to his scent, her muscles immediately relaxing and she enjoyed his presence, a soothing balm to her frayed nerves.
a part of the nervousness disappeared when she felt kylian’s arms wrap gently around her, enveloping her in a warm and reassuring embrace. she cuddled closer into his chest, her hand immediately intertwining with his as she found solace in his arms. they didn’t need words, they understood each other with touches, small hugs — affection.
“tu veux me dire ce qui ce passe?” he asked her softly, nuzzling his hand on her neck as he felt her heartbeat take a steady rhythm again. she shook her head, her mind still filled with doubts and continued to draw circles on his skin in an attempt to calm down. — do you wanna tell me what’s going on?
they stayed like that for another ten minutes, completely forgetting that they were expected at the other side of the town. somehow spending the evening cuddling and spooning seemed so much more tempting than wasting their time at a gala and having to play pretend with people that were only there for publicity. kylian had always cared about welfare - which had prompted him to open his own organization - but spending the evening at the benefit gala, thrown by psg, it just felt wrong. even if the cause was right.
“soo…,” he began softly, trailing off as his hands trailed down her body, halting at her hips. “qu’est-ce qu’il y a, ma belle? ça ressemble à une tempête ici.” — what’s the matter, beautiful? it looks like a storm here
amara shrugged, her eyes staring emotionless at the ceiling. “couldn’t find a dress. none of them seem to fit.”
he chuckled, staring at all those clothes around them. “you wanna tell me from all those piles of clothes, you didn’t like one dress?”
“i can’t just wear any dress. this is my first event since the scandal and in case i’m caught by paps, i can’t look like i just threw a random outfit together. plus it’s our first event as a couple.” she added, her voice turning shy at the end.
she detached herself from kylian’s arms, crawling to one of the many piles of clothes and held up a blue dress. “that one makes me look like a nun. i would be a feast for ruthless journalists.” she muttered angrily, throwing it at kylian who caught it perplexed.
she picked up another dress, a beautiful silver dress that reached her knees and had a long slit down her right side. “the media tore me apart when i wore this one. i was slutshamed for weeks just because it showed a bit of my décolleté and men couldn’t help themselves but stare at my breasts. but of course they blamed me.” she laughed bitterly as she recalled the memory.
kylian’s heart broke as he listened to her rant, feeling a sting whenever she brought herself down because of a simple dress. his eyes softened and he grabbed her arm tenderly, preventing her from throwing another dress.
“amara, i can assure you, you are beautiful. no matter what the media says, you are one of the most beautiful persons to have walked this earth. and who cares about the gala. you don’t have to be afraid anymore of wearing something nice. you can wear whatever you want. on s’en fou de média.” — screw the media
“and there’s the next problem,” she exclaimed annoyingly, sitting down angrily on the bed. “i’m not used to this. the whole going out thing. evan didn’t like to go out.”
“well, we already established that evan was an idiot. a big insecure money baby who couldn’t appreciate what he had,” kylian clarified, his voice soft and tender. he smiled at her fondly. “the problem was never you but him. don’t let anyone’s judgment from the past — and especially from an idiot like him — hold you back from looking like the supernova that you are. tu es ethereal, avec ou sans belle robe.” — you are ethereal, with or without beautiful dress
if amara could, she would have proposed to him right on the spot — his words had touched her deep, not to forget that in nearly two years with evan, nothing remotely close had ever left his lips in hope to lift amara’s self-confidence. instead he destroyed her further from the inside, nourishing her self-doubts and insecurities. she truly asked herself how that devil had managed to stay in her life for so long.
she hesitated at first but nodded firmly and started to put her dresses back into her closet, kylian passing her the huge piles of clothes. she grinned at kylian, who matched her face expression, both knowing that they were more than late as parisian traffic was horrible. but they were enjoying each other's presence too much to stress now.
after having finished with cleaning up and putting every dress back, amara rummaged a bit through all those dress before taking off two from their hangers. both were gorgeous, breathtaking even but her brows furrowed a bit in uncertainty as she scrutinized them. she put the second dress back as she reminded herself of kylian’s words, warmth spreading through her body when she remembered them.
putting the dress on, she stared at herself hesitantly, more specifically at the sleek black cocktail dress with a gold chain gracing her waist that hugged her curves and revealed a lot of her cleavage. trying to pull the dress a bit lower without showing too much of her breasts, she turned around, instantly panicking when kylian didn’t say anything and instead just stared at her.
hesitantly, she asked him, “is this dress okay? i can change it if you think it’s too much cleavage.”
as if woken up by his trance with her voice, kylian gently turned her around, placing his hands on her waist as they faced the mirror. she saw the way his eyes filled with adoration and love as he drew her closer to his chest and pressed a tender kiss on her neck that sent shivers down amara’s body and created a feeling of butterflies in her stomach. “mon amour, you don’t have to worry,” he began, his voice low and gentle as his kisses trailed up her neck. “wear whatever you want, i can fight.”
god was truly great for not having given her the ability to blush. the way kylian had said those two sentences, his voice low but yet filled with love and devotion — she had never felt so beautiful. he saw her in such a different light, as one of the most brilliant and loving people in the world. she was the sun in his universe, the one that brightened his day every time.
she bit her lip, stopping herself from laughing as she watched their reflection in the mirror. amara turned around, putting her hands around his neck as she pulled him close. she leaned in, their foreheads touching and grinned at him. “you’re the best boyfriend i’ve ever had,” she gave him a small peck, smiling at him.
evan was over —he was history, the past. someone amara no longer needed to pay attention to. and probably never see him again except for the ongoing lawsuit. she had kylian and that was enough, she had never needed more.
“and hopefully your last one.”
she gave him another quick peck again before they let go of each other, kylian grabbing his phone while amara reached for her high heels next to the mirror and started to do her make-up.
standing before her huge mirror, her confidence growing as she looked at herself wearing that gorgeous dress, she fell completely in love with an ethereal version of herself. the first step to loving was loving yourself and amara could happily say that she had succeeded, that she had learned to love herself.
a soft, yellowish light from the mirror lightened up her face, pointing out her beauty and kylian looked up from his phone, completely forgetting it as he looked at his girlfriend in awe.
captivated by the way she applied the cosmetic products so gracefully, he sat on the bed as he memorized every of her products and moves. his heart was probably beating at an unhealthy rhythm, full with love and a smile graced his lips. he had never felt that way, full of joy and happiness, not even when he had won the world cup and even less about a woman. he must have been the luckiest guy on the world if he was able to call the gorgeous woman in front of her his own.
the more he watched her do what seemed to be the most mundane thing to her, the bigger the urge came up to touch her. to feel her warmth and hold her close. creeping up from behind her, she shrieked up in surprise when his breath tickled her ear. he leaned closely and whispered, “t’es tellement belle.” his lips were inches away from hers, longing to connect with hers. — you’re so beautiful
she turned her head slightly, looking at him playfully with a mischievous glint in her eyes as she blew him an air kiss. his lips formed a small pout making her let out a light, melodious laugh. “merci cherie. but still, not yet.” she teased, her eyes twinkling with affection. “let me finish quickly, we’re already late,” she scolded him jokingly, pushing him back on the bed.
she smirked at him through the mirror, applying her final layer of lipstick and putting on her shoes before she could finally present herself to kylian. she turned around, her face wearing a smile able to illuminate the entire room and stepped closer to kylian who was rendered speechless for a moment. his eyes gazed at her, filled with pure love and happiness.
unable to contain himself any longer, he leaned in and kissed her passionately, their lips meeting in a fervent embrace, and amara’s initial surprise gave way to a reciprocated intensity. for a few moments, the world faded away around them and the only people that existed were them.
though amara pulled back after a few seconds, pouting slightly as she looked at him accusingly. “ky, you’re gonna ruin my lipstick,” she murmured softly, her words met with a grin from kylian who couldn’t help but smile cheekily at her. she rolled her eyes at his reaction and grabbed her black clutch along his hand, dragging him along. “come on, we’re already late.”
“i don’t they would mind if we didn’t show up,” he replied nonchalantly, shrugging dismissively.
“i know, but i’ll mind donc bouge tes fesses,” she retorted back sassily as they walked out of her apartment, not ignoring the way kylian rolled his eyes. “and stop rolling your eyes at me.” — move your ass
“your wish is my command.”
the party was fully in motion when amara and kylian finally arrived. the psg event organizers had spared no expense, and the result was a visual masterpiece that left an unforgettable impression. entering the room, they found themselves in a stub in a modern black interior, clearly inspired by the famous starlight room. huge chandeliers dangled from the high ceiling, projecting a soft glow over the entire room and with the help of well-placed projectors, beams of light danced gracefully, creating a mesmerizing light-spectacle on the ceiling and the floor.
the gala was undoubtedly the footballer event of the year with psg being renowned for their extravagant galas. invitations were not only priced but also not extended to just anyone. the room neatly organized with tables for eight places to ensure that there would be enough space. each table was decorated with lavish golden accents, matching the aesthetic of the interior design. and to add a personal touch to the evening, a small card graced each table, elegantly displaying the seating arrangement.
amara and kylian didn’t have to search long for their table with their friends calling them over the moment they walked through the door. they had been lucky that psg had instituted an absolutely no-picture rule for the event, giving them the chance to attend together without having to fear for exposure. they joined their friends, who immediately started to gush and tease the couple over their little tardiness as they enjoyed the privacy of being able not to hide around each other.
little did they know a pair of hardened eyes watched them from afar, with a glass of champagne and a bucket tone of regret.
a fault confessed is half redressed. which is why evan henderson here, was agreeing that he was a total dick.
regret wasn’t enough to explain how he felt. disgusted with himself, ashamed, embarrassment were all feelings he had experienced in those past few days since it had gone public he and kaia had split. the two hadn’t even lasted long and their honeymoon phase had lasted as long as the attention on amara had when the scandal had gotten out. looking back now, he wasn’t even sure whether they truly had a honeymoon phase or if they just lived off the adrenaline that they were the top news of the moment. it wouldn’t surprise him if it was the latter — after all, that’s how everything had started.
he and kaia had started working together for a few modeling gigs and soon, the tension between them grew unbearable with old history and past feelings coming up. before he even realized, there were subtle touches between them and official working hours turned into late nights spent at her place. and during all that he had been able to lie to his girlfriend without even batting an eyelash.
he had been horrible to amara and that was her way of karma finally getting to him. thinking back to how they meet, he truly recognized that he had never valued her worth. from the way they had started dating to when they broke up, he had never had the decency to even lift a finger for her. work a bit to earn her. she’d always been a little side piece that he dragged along wherever he went and he knew she didn’t know any better — another thing he had exploited: her innocence in love.
the two had had an age gap. he was way more mature than she was and he had already experienced his couple of love affairs in hollywood. she had been new to his world and had used the media to guide her, making her land in front of him as this innocent lamb that he had destroyed. he had cheated on her and she had forgiven, he had hit her and put the blame on her and she had accepted, she hadn’t left when she should have because he had manipulated her into staying. staying when she should have left a long time ago. she had given him more than anyone else ever had and he had ruined it.
and what made it worse was that he missed her so fucking much. from all the girlfriends he had gone out with in his life, she had been the first one to be genuine about her feelings. she had cared for him while he had humiliated her on a daily basis.
to be honest, he hadn’t been completely horrible with her from day one. his unexplainable behavior had started maybe a year into their relationship. after his parents had expressed their disdain for her and he had grown bored of her but didn’t want to leave her (which he realized now he should have done).
he had been a coward and the regret was eating him alive. nagging at him and tearing him apart in his sleep. why had he even spread all this lies about her? why was the public’s opinion so important for him in his relationship? after all that that had been the reason why and said all those things about her. he didn’t want her to have the victim side, the one that had been wronged. he needed it to be him and kaia if their relationship was to have a chance in the media. he hadn’t care about the damage that he could cause. and at first it had worked, he had scared her into hiding and she had kept her mouth shut.
but had he expected her to turn up with chart winning songs and a fucking album that clearly indicated she had another man? — not in a million years. perhaps he could have never phantomed that outcome because he spent his time treating her horrible and painting her horrible to all paper outlets, or because he could see how many songs he had gotten from her. and that man had already proved to everyone that he was the better man.
the lawsuit was only a small sting compared to the pain he felt when he saw amara with another man. he would have to be truly blind to not recognize her the moment she stepped into the room accompanied by a man he assumed to be her new boyfriend. he had immediately recognized the dress she wore, the black cocktail dress he had once accused her of looking like a slut with it. even though it looked gorgeous on her and he saw that now— when she wasn’t his to touch anymore.
his hands gripped the glass tighter as he watched her laugh and hide her face in that man’s neck. he felt like throwing up when he neared her face and whispered something in her ear that made her nudge him lightly — evan remembered the way she would always jokingly scold him like that. he wished it was him again who her eyes looked at, who was on the other end of her smiles. he saw the twinkle in her eyes, the one that he had extinguished a year into their relationship. it was sparkling brightly now, mischievous and playfully. she was actually happy.
god, he would do everything to talk to her again and he seized his opportunity when amara excused herself to go the bathroom. he put his glass down, following her to the bathroom and casually leaned next to the door as he waited for her to come out.
“so that’s the mysterious boyfriend who’s letting you wear something like this?”
amara froze, goosebumps appearing on her skin. she recognized his voice instantly, there were no doubts — no second guessing that this was her ex-boyfriend. she hadn’t seen him waiting for her as she exited the bathroom as he had hid in the shadows next to the door or else she wouldn’t have gone. she would have stayed next to kylian and waited for him to accompany her.
a bit shocked by the way he talked to her, she turned around with a disgusted expression, facing him. “well, he’s not an insecure, spoiled prat who thinks he possess his girlfriend's body,” she sassed back, turning on her heel swiftly.
“wait,” he called her back. “i’m sorry.”
she raised an eyebrow at him, crossing her arms. “that’s all you can do? sorry? you really wasted my time, didn’t you?” she asked him rhetorically, about to make her way back but evan held her back again.
“no, please don’t go yet,” he begged her, wanting to grab her hand but she stepped back. “i am truly sorry about what i made you live through. i treated you horribly and acted like an asshole. those months apart were the hardest and made me realize how much i screwed up. they made me see what i had taken for granted and lost just because i didn’t know what i wanted.”
looking into his eyes, amara saw that he was genuine and sincere but all she could think of when she saw his face were those months spent in pain. her bruised wrists, the constant yelling and mental manipulation. she couldn’t associate evan with anything positive. “you truly loved me and i threw that away because i wanted to play playboy. no one ever loved me like you and showed me what a true connection with a person really felt like the way you did. i am sorry it took me losing you to recognize your worth,” he looked at her sadly, hoping to find a small part of hope in her eyes that could indicate that his apology was working. “please let’s forget all this and go back to the way we were. let me make it up to you. we can forget the lawsuit and all that.”
she laughed coldly, staring at him boldly. “do you know what you made me go through during that time we were ‘apart’,” she asked him incredulously. “did you ever realize what you actually did? you didn’t take my money, you didn’t just cheat on me. you had an affair behind my back. you destroyed my career. you ruined my name just because you thought you could. because you were insecure that maybe, maybe people could actually have sympathy with me. i had mental breakdowns because of you. i cancelled my tour because of you. those are not things i’m just going to forget.”
and she wasn’t finished, continuing with her tone unwavering. “you’re right. you didn’t acknowledge my worth. the problem though is that you still don’t. it took kaia leaving you and a lawsuit for you to realize that the least you owed me was an apology,” she ranted angrily. “and even then i’m not even sure that can be called a true apology for all the things you did. you ruined your chance by taking me for granted. and i’m over it now. even if you were the last choice on earth, i wouldn’t choose you because i deserve better than what you offered."
she turned around to make her way back to the others but not wanting her to leave, he grabbed her arm, noticing the way amara’s entire body flinched. she tore her arm away from him angrily, glaring at him. “just let go. you lost me and everything on the way and the only person to blame is you. in those months we were apart, i found someone who knows how to treat a woman. who taught me how to love and showed me what it actually felt like to be loved.”
amara walked away, shaken as she looked for her table. her body relaxed a bit when her eyes spotted kylian, whose eyes were already travelling through the entire room, searching for her. she made her way over to them, as quick as her heels allowed her to be without falling and immediately intertwined their hands, looking for comfort.
kylian immediately noticed that something was wrong with his girlfriend. excusing himself from his conversation with achraf, he turned, facing her. the way her body trembled a bit didn’t go unnoticed by him as she picked around her food. he grew even more worried when she finished her glass of champagne in one big gulp, and reached for the bottle.
“t’as durée aux toilettes? tout va bien?” he questioned her, worry lacing in his voice. — you took your time in the bathroom? is everything alright?
she contemplated whether she should lie to him as he seemed to enjoy the night or whether she should be honest and tell him the truth. with evan she hadn’t even dared to express her discomfort but since the latter was now the cause of her discomfort and she truly did not feel comfortable knowing he was around and they would be forced at one point to talk. so she chose option two.
she lowered her head and whispered into kylian’s ear, “evan’s here. he cornered me and tried to apologize or at least that’s what i think he tried but i don’t wanna see him. i’m not comfortable with him.”
his eyes flickered with concern and he followed amara’s eyes till his landed on evan, making some small talk with other guests. “on n’est pas obligé de rester ici, bébé. on peut partir.” — we’re not forced to be here, we can leave
she smiled softly at him and shook her head. she wouldn’t want kylian to ruin his evening just because she couldn’t handle her stupid asshole boyfriend here. “ca va aller ky. je ne veux pas gâcher ta soirée. et t’as l’air de t’amuser.” — it’ll be alright. i don’t want to ruin your night. and you seem to be having fun
this tune, he was the one to shook his head. “if my girlfriend isn’t comfortable, then neither am. i shouldn’t be having fun while you’re clearly not comfortable,” he replied firmly yet sincere and grabbed her things. “let’s leave. the evening was getting boring anyway. we can explore paris by night if you want?”
her heart burst with gratitude as she nodded excitingly and gave kylian a quick peck on the lips. she appreciated his understanding and the one of her new friends who nodded at them as the couple bit their goodbyes.
still chatting a bit with sarah, she waited for kylian who had told her he would be joining her in a few seconds. grinning, he turned around, his mind so focused on their next adventures they were about to experience that he didn’t notice the person that was going into the opposite direction and the two men collided, with champagne nearly landing on the floor.
he was about to apologize but shut his mouth when he saw that he had bumped into no one other than evan henderson, the reason why he was even leaving early. as much as kylian wanted to punch the shit out of his adversary, he knew causing a scene was not the way to avenge amara so he sucked up his anger.
evan on the other hand smirked at kylian, especially after his newfound discovery about the french star striker. “so, you’re enjoying my sloppy seconds now?” he smirked at kylian arrogantly, oozing misplaced confidence.
knowing that evan was just taunting him and trying to get a reaction out of him, kylian ignored the insult and retorted, “didn’t you just beg for her to come back to you? pathetic. is that the way you handle rejection? by insulting her afterwards?”
laughing it off bitterly, evan smiled slyly at him. “you’re really stupid if you think she’s gonna stay with you. she always comes crawling back to me. it’s just the way things are meant to be,” his words were intended to hurt, to inject pain like poison but kylian rolled his eyes.
“if you think your little words are going to make me leave her, you’ll need more than just that. i’ve heard more intimidating words from a five year old. and what concerns amara, if you think you can just take her, you’ll need to wake up early. amara is not a prize to be won, you earn her. and it’s clear, with the way you talk about her, you never even deserved her.”
evan was about to say something but kylian hadn’t finished yet. “you and amara are finished, your history is over. you can delete her number along with your memories together. you’re over,” he stated firmly. “and if you think you aren't replaceable, don’t worry about that. your place was never going to stay empty.”
kylian wasn’t usually one to start fights or get into dramas, always preferring to stay outside but he wouldn’t just let anyone insult his girlfriend, especially if that someone was evan henderson. “you closed a door that could never be opened again,” he smirked, his tone filled with pride. “you don't have to worry about her anymore because i’ll treat her better than you ever did."
gritting his teeth, his hands formed fists as he watched kylian’s smug face. “i could go to the press. expose the two of you and reveal some pretty secrets on the way,” he threatened, clearly frustrated with the way the situation had turned around.
kylian shrugged dismissively, not even a bit fazed by evan’s threats. “if you think that will make her run back to you, you clearly didn’t know her but do as you want. you’re only hurting yourself. amara and i couldn’t care less of the press knew about us. it’s you they will be worried about and hating.”
with those words, kylian turned and walked away, leaving evan to digest the speech he had just received as he bathed in his regret and bitterness. he knew amara was never coming back to him — for that he hadn’t worshiped her enough and showed her, her worth. and watching amara grin as she threw her arms around kylian before the two left the event, he knew she was lost. she was never coming back.
in all those times that amara had visited paris and had lived in the city of love, she had never had the time yet to appreciate the french capital at night. paris at night was a breathtaking sight — the eiffel tower, adorned in a golden glow, stood tall at trocadero while the seine river reflected its light and projected the lights. cafés and bistros were still open, spreading their warm atmosphere all over the streets of paris as people crossed them. amara couldn’t believe she had never taken the time to truly see paris at night.
the couple wandered around, hands intertwined with their arms linked as they enjoyed the night. after finishing their little expedition on the champs d’elysee the two had taken a taxi that had brought them to trocadero where the eiffel tower was already expecting them. amara and kylian sat down on a bank not too far away but good enough to not be recognized and enjoyed each other’s company. especially after such a turbulent evening.
kylian had told her about his encounter with evan. he had told her what the milliardaire heir had told him and his empty threats, also assuring her that no matter what he had planned, his pr team was already making sure no word of them left anyone’s mouth. he had hugged her tightly as her heart broke when she listened the way evan viewed her and had scoffed ridiculously when she thought back to his half-ass apology.
but amara wouldn’t let her evening be destroyed by that. instead of sulking, she took out her phone and searched for the nearest mcdonalds. finding one not too far away. she stood up and dragged him along, already feeling a bit hungry which made kylian snicker.
after having ordered through the drive-in, out of fear of getting recognized, amara happily smiled at kylian who was holding her things as she ate her food calmly, occasionally feeding kylian one of her fries. the two joked the entire way as they walked back to the eiffel tower, knowing they were probably attracting attention with their fancy clothes.
“you think the others are mad that we left them there?” amara asked her boyfriend and took a sip of her drink.
he shrugged nonchalantly. “well, they know why we left and i’m sure they understand. i almost pity evan but only almost because i know they will give him a hard time there.”
“he doesn’t know what’s about to hit him,” amara snorted happily. “did i even tell you everything he said to me?”
kylian shook his head and amara gut ready to lash out. “he mentioned the lawsuit. tried to make me go back to him. and he didn’t apologize for the things he did. except ‘i treated you horrible’ the entire apology was about him.” she ranted off angrily and scoffed. “the only reason he even thought of apologizing was because of the lawsuit and i guess kaia leaving him. and speaking of kaia, she dmed me and apologized. dazing something along the lines of being immature and that now she knew the real evan.”
“non, ne me dit pas qu’elle a fait ça?” — non, don’t tell me she did that
instead of replying, amara quickly took out her phone from her bag and showed kylian the last messages she had received on instagram. “usually i’m all for women support women but i couldn’t here. especially because if she was really sincere she wouldn’t have allowed evan to spill such bullshit about me,” she pointed out. “but who cares what these two are doing now. i don’t care enough.”
listening to her, kylian was proud of the way she had changed from the amara he had gotten to know at a bar. she had stopped caring about what others thought of her and prioritized herself now. she had gone from the insecure, self-doubting, broken woman to an empowering, self-loving icon that was ready to continue her story. who had grabbed the commands now after having her life controlled by someone else. it made him so much more than just proud and he felt blessed that he had even been part of her recovery.
as they strolled along the seine, with the soft glow of the streetlights reflecting on them, amara laid her head on kylian’s shoulder, who occasionally whispered sweet things to her. it was a usual autumn night with a gentle chill and cold air hanging in the air. the wind breezed past them and amara pulled her arms close to stop herself from shivering which did not go unnoticed by kylian.
without a second thought, kylian slowly slipped off his jacket and put it over her shoulders, his warmth immediately spreading over her body. she was a bit taken aback by his act but smiled at him, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. she had truly been blessed with kylian. she wrapped herself in his jacket, immediately engulfed in the faint scent of cologne that she usually always found comfort in.
she pressed a tender kiss to his cheek, thanking him slowly. “merci cherie,” she thanked him genuinely, a fond smile on her face. their fingers intertwined again as they continued to stroll by the seine, the city’s beauty perfectly matching the beauty of their love. “thank you for showing me what love actually feels like. it’s an amazing feeling to be loved by you.” — thank you
“anything for you.”
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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 ➺ k.mbappé
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — in which a couple strengths their bond by meeting each other’s parents and recreating a grey’s anatomy scene
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — kylian mbappé x amara imani (oc)
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𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 — lover [taylor swift]
𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — sooo, i’m back from vacation and fully motivated again though I have to admit that this chapter is shit compared to my others so i’m very sorry for that, hope you enjoy though
— also thank you to my bestie @lorarri for keeping me going and feeding me with ideas, vacation did some things to my brain
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km7dailyupdates kylian mbappé in mykonos recently with his new mystery girl and friends
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one word. happiness. it was the only thing amara had felt (and still felt) those past days. sure, she was a bit tired and drained but nothing could erase that feeling of just deep, easy happiness that she felt rush through her body. and god had it been long that she had felt like this.
of course, it was easy to imagine the culprit behind her feelings. who else if not him? he was the reason for all her smiles, laughs and giggles. just the thought of him was enough to make her lips curve upwards. kylian mbappé was truly something else and yet she wouldn’t exchange him for anything in the world. they just fit perfectly for each other.
kylian tried to make every moment special for her. that had also been his main motivation behind their sudden trip to greece. the french striker had just surprised them (amara and his friends) with a flight to mykonos that he had paid himself. he hadn’t given any reason, just that he wanted to spend some time with them. and of course they had all accepted.
the real cause for this surprising trip though, he had kept for himself. he didn’t want anyone to know that the real reason for this trip was his and amara’s one year anniversary coming up. and it wasn’t one year of dating, it was one year of having known each other. and every second they spent together counted for him that much that he couldn’t let this mark go without celebrating. he just had to make that moment special though.
she had smiled at him when he had explained it to her, kissed him and attacked with hugs. no one had ever done that for her, made her feel so special that even simple things like that deserved to be memorized. every day kylian had a new way of making her discover love and all it’s good sides. he had transformed greece into a magical place — their place. but of course, all good things had to come to an end and here they were, back in paris, thrown back into their own realities. amara busy again with her album and all the pr that followed with it while kylian had to focus on his season, that he hoped was slowly coming to an end.
but she was happy. that was all that mattered.
she turned off her phone, smiling as she cuddled further into his chest, heat radiating through his body and warming up hers. the couple sat on the couch, arms thrown around each other as they bathed in the soft sunlight that shone through the apartment, enjoying their sunday afternoon. after all it wasn’t very often that they got to be together on a weekend with kylian’s busy schedules and matches.
amara absentmindedly played with the strings of his sweatshirt, listening as kylian told her some funny thing about his friends while her mind wandered back to their recently shared vacation. laughter and happiness filled the air, along with peace, creating a somewhat comfy and safe vibe around the apartment. it displayed perfectly the way they had grown yet only the walls of their apartment would be able to tell their story perfectly.
as she started to draw circles on his hand, her thoughts suddenly shifted to a certain topic she had tried to avoid for the last few days. more specifically, she had tried to find a good way to approach it but came up empty every time. her parents.
it was normal for them to want to meet kylian. anyone would want to meet the muse who had inspired someone to write so beautifully about a feeling. it was rare to have someone talk about love the way she did, so natural and carefree. she hadn’t tried to analyse the feeling, she had just felt it and wrote about it. and now her parents wanted to meet the person who was behind all this.
she paused for a moment, struggling to express the situation to kylian. of course, it meant a lot to her if he accepted but at the same time she didn’t want to rush him. he had been patient with her so she would understand if it was too quick for him or if he preferred to wait a bit more before doing the whole parents thing.
they weren’t even that curious. her mother knew that there was a new man in her daughter's life. it had been no surprise to her and amara had even admitted it when she had last seen her mother. her father though was a whole other story. they were close, closer than she was with her mother and somehow she wanted her dad to meet the other man in her life next to him. the only other man he’d ever have to meet because she couldn’t see herself with someone else in the future.
deciding to just blurt it out, she looked deep into kylian’s brown eyes, fingers still intertwined and took a deep breath before she spoke, “ky, my parents want to meet you. i told my mom about you and my dad, he just… he wants to get to know the guy who inspired me to write such a beautiful masterpiece.”
his eyebrows furrowed slightly, surprised expression on his face as he listened to her. he understood her hesitation, after all meeting the parents was a big and significant step in relationships but at the same time he was okay with that. somehow it didn’t seem like a big deal to him even though he should have been freaking out. “that’s a big deal i guess. do they know about a man or do they know about me?”
she chuckled at his question. “my mother knows about a certain man lifting my spirits and giving me enough motivation and inspiration to write a whole new album. she was the one to push me when i was insecure about us,” amara explained. “my dad only knows you because of the album i released. also i want them to meet you because you’re important to me. you’re not just anyone anymore, you’re kylian my boyfriend and you belong to me.”
“et toi tu te moquais de moi quand j’avais dit que nous on était pour l’éternité.” kylian jested amusingly. — and you were making fun of me when I said we were for eternity
“i wasn’t making fun of you,” the singer exclaimed. “i was just surprised. but if it cheers you up, i can’t imagine my future beside anyone else too.” she replied calmly. “anyway, will you accept? if it’s not too early for you? you don’t have to, we can always do this at another time and besides my parents will understand if—“
“bébé, tu peux te calmer,” kylian stopped her rambling, pressing a soft peck on her forehead. “i would love to meet your parents. after all, i’ve got to meet the parents of the girl who's going to take my name someday.” — baby, you can calm down
butterflies erupted in her stomach as her mind realized what the last sentence meant and she thanked the god profoundly again that she wasn’t able to blush — both knowing that he was serious. kylian mbappe had met a lot of girls, had been a womanizer for a part of his life and yet he would throw it all away for her. even if it was to just listen to her laugh for one more time again. there was just something so mesmerizing about it.
it was like a melody for him. whenever she laughed, he could swear angels were singing instead. maybe it was because of her voice that sounded so angelic that her laughing resembled so much to angels singing. either way, kylian would probably give up the world if it meant he could listen to it for the last seconds of his life. at least then, he would die a happy man.
“am i now?” she smirked, a smug smile on her lips.
“bien sûr. amara mbappé, ça l’air bien, tu ne trouve pas?” he replied, his face mimicking the exact same smile she was wearing. — of course, amara mbappé sounds nice, don’t you think
her lips let out a soft giggle as she stole a quick kiss from him — not that he minded though, he could kiss her for the rest of his life.
“avant de faire de grand plan comme ça, faut d’abord même rencontrer les parents de la fille, mbappé.” she reminded him jokingly. “donc pense d’abord à ça.” — before making big plans like that, you have to firstly meet the parents of the girl
— so start by doing that
he grinned. “right but how hard can that be?”
laughing, she shrugged. “i don’t know. but better start preparing to answer some questions, just in case you want to hold for my hand later.”
“well, i could always bring a powerpoint presentation in case i’m not convincing enough. you think a few slides about my life goals and plans with you will be enough?” he asked sarcastically.
she rolled her eyes at her boyfriend — it was still so weird for her to say this — but couldn’t hide her smile even though she was a bit annoyed at him. “only if you include all the videos of you missing a penalty or goals by miles.”
“i swear to god, i’m gonna report you for bullying. my heart is fragile.” he complained dramatically making amara laugh even harder that her stomach started to hurt after a while.
“but your ego is solid so that should do.” she retorted funnily.
“anything else i should include in that powerpoint?”
she shrugged dismissively. “if you’re so keen on impressing them with charts and pages about yourself, go ahead.”
he smirked at her. “i could also impress them with a song, now that i think about it, i should definitely do that. after all they’re the parents of the most talented singer.”
a horrid expression flashed over amara’s face. “please refrain from doing so. i just bought new glasses and i don’t need them broken just because you thought you could hit a note.”
“now you’re exaggerating. my voice is beautiful.”
“in comparison to a frog maybe.” she sassed back, quickly escaping as she saw kylian about to tickle her again. “just stick to telling them that you run after a ball for ninety minutes straight. that should do the trick.”
“think they’ll be impressed if i tell them that i’m being paid millions for sitting on a bench sometimes?”
she waved her hand, “now you’re on to something.”
a mischievous smile appeared on his lips. “and if that fails, i’ll just woo them with my magic tricks. it worked for you.”
wrapping her hands around his torso, she placed her head onto his shoulder, nearly hiding it in there while a huge grin graced her face. her face was bright, lit up with a radiant smile just because of the man next to her and all the affection her heart held for him. “i won the lottery with you, didn’t i?”
“well, you won’t find me twice on the market, that’s all i’m saying,” he replied in a teasing tone.
she shook her head, looking at him incredulously yet she reached up to kiss him passionately. “je t’aime ky. i hope you know that.” — i love you
“don’t worry, i know. je t’aime aussi.” — i love you
“oh and by the way, don’t forget i wrote a song about having sex with you. just as heads up.”
“do you think your mother will love the tulips i got her?” kylian yelled through amara’s apartment, nervously pacing around. his heart was racing, beating at such a quick pace that doctors would probably start to worry. usually, that kind of nervousness would give him confidence, the kind he needed whenever he was about to play in important games such as champions league ones. but this time it was different. instead of feeding his ego, his nervousness was making him sweat and anxious. the kind that could be fatal.
but who could blame him for being nervous? he was about to me the parents of the love of his life — of course his nerves would get the best of him. he wanted them to like him, better yet, he needed them to like him (i mean, how else would he one day ask for her hand?) and he was aware of how much it meant to amara. all he needed to do was impress them.
he had spent hours picking out his outfit and yet his fingers couldn’t help and fumble with the buttons, betraying all efforts to stay calm. he looked down at the bouquet of white lilies and soft red tulips, that stood casually on the small white table, practically teasing him for his nervousness. “i think we should still have enough time for me to run down and get new ones just in case.”
all the way from the kitchen, amara chuckled as she listened to kylian’s questions, his nervousness practically written on his face. a small smile crept up her face as she stirred the sauce, imagining just how nervous he must be. it was a new way for her to view kylian, who usually presented himself so confidently in front of her. it almost felt like a new part of himself if she didn’t know him that good already.
she left the kitchen, after turning off the stove and opening a window and walked into the living room, her heart nearly melting when she saw the state of her boyfriend. his fingers were tapping rhythmically against his jeans as he sat down, a simple sign that the nervousness was eating him up from the inside. seeing her presence though, he glanced over at her, seeking for comfort and some comfortable familiarity. “my shirt is not too formal is it? i could always change it, i even brought two back ups.” he rambled, his voice insecure and uncertain which was a big change from the norm.
instead of answering, amara just made her way over to him and reached over gently, grabbing his hands. “heyy,” she began softly, putting his hands on her waist as she wrapped hers around his neck, staring deep into his eyes. she loved being in that position with him, it often felt as if she was able to look further than just his eyes, she could see his soul and every of his emotion displayed in his eyes. “i promise you there’s nothing to be worried about. it’s a simple dinner and then everything will go back to the way it was.”
“and what if they think i’m like evan? i know i would think that if my daughter was treated that shitty.” he argued.
she planted a soft kiss on his lips that seemed to diffuse some of his tenseness that she could feel all around his body. “believe me, anyone who listened to my album knows you’re the exact opposite of that old scumbag. you made me believe in love again and i’m certain my parents will know that too if they listened.”
a surge of gratitude overcame him, thankful for amara’s calming words. they had had a soothing effect on him, not erasing all the nervousness but at least easing it. he wasn’t as nervous anymore as he was two seconds ago. and he was definitely ready to take the next step with her. better have it behind him than having to drag it out.
“je t’aime,” kylian whispered against her lips, smiling into the kiss. “and i’ll try my best so that they will love me.”
“if you’re anything like your usual self than they can’t help but love you, believe me.” she muttered against his lips. “and if that doesn’t help, then a good powerpoint presentation should definitely do the trick.”
be laughed loudly and rolled his eyes at her reference to when she had told him. he grabbed her face again, leaning in to kiss her passionately but their moment of intimacy was cut off as the doorbell rang, shattering the perfect balance of calmness in her apartment.
she reluctantly pulled away from him, trying to savor the scent of him and offered him a tender smile that spoke volumes. “it’s show time now,” she whispered in an exciting and empathetic tone. she intertwined her hand with kylian’s as they walked towards the door, hoping that the gesture would transcend some last feeling of support for him.
and it did. even though the hallway seemed endless today, tension thick in the air, her touch and smile calmed him down. gave him reassurance. maybe her parents wouldn’t like him but she would always love him.
sending him one last comforting glance, she reached for the door handle and opened the door, revealing her parents standing in front of it. her mother was the first to enter the apartment, immediately hugging her daughter.
“ada,” she exclaimed, greeting her, not even giving amara a chance to reply. “it’s been so long that i’ve seen you.”
amara smiled, rolling her eyes at her mother’s dramatic antics. “maman, on a téléphoné hier.” — mum, we talked yesterday on the phone
“still not the same,” she replied, waving dismissively. her eyes then fell on kylian, who was looking down nervously, awkwardly shuffling with his feet. “and you must be that handsome man my daughter wrote an album about?”
kylian straightened his position and held out his hand. “i’m kylian, mrs. imani. it’s lovely to meet you.”
“actually it’s mrs éwandé but there’s no need to be so formal. call me taraji,” she replied and threw the french international striker off-guard by pulling him in a hug. amara smiled at the image and turned towards her father.
she was immediately by his arms, burying her face into his neck. “tu m’as manqué,” she murmured under her breath, loud enough for the two of them to hear. — i missed you
“i missed my football partner too,” he replied softly, grinning. “don’t take it bad but your mother is definitely not the best person to watch football with.”
watching football together was their tradition, their bonding time. it went way back to when they were still in cameroon, where electricity was not a given and it had held on till now, where amara used to come over every weekend just to watch the premier league with her father. occasionally they would also watch formula one but that became rare when amara started dating evan and he began to distance her from her parents. now everything would go back to how it was.
her lips turned upwards, chuckling. “je sais. elle ne s’intéresse vraiment pas. mais j’ai quelqu’un qui s’intéresse sûrement…,” she trailed off, detaching herself from her father’s embrace and motioning with her eyes for kylian to come over. — i know, it doesn’t really interest her, but I have someone who’s for sure interested
“this is kylian, my boyfriend. the one you wanted to meet so badly.” she introduced the international french striker, smiling at him brightly.
“donc c’est toi qui a inspiré ma fille à écrire ce magnifique album?” he asked in an intimidating voice and kylian tried his best to hold his composure and stay calm. — so… you’re the man who inspired her to write that magnificent album
swallowing the lump down in his throat, he nodded and amara’s father turned towards his daughter again. “you did not mention that your boyfriend was kylian mbappé.”
amara shrugged. “i didn’t want you to already have an image or judge. i wanted to keep a neutral image.”
he let out a small huff, shaking kylian’s hand firmly. amara then suggested for them to move into the living room as amara had prepared dinner but her father held up his hand.
“avancer sans nous. on va vous rejoindre tout de suite.” andré declined politely. “got a few words i want to exchange with this young man.”
kylian felt his heart falling, his eyes begging for amara to not leave him, to contest her father that they could do this another time but even her hands were tied. she send him an apologetic smile as her mother dragged her into the kitchen, already rambling her ears full. amdré motioned for kylian to follow him into a more private space, which in amara’s apartment was her music room — the room where they had made music together.
“soo… you and my daughter,” he stated, kylian not really sure whether it was a simple statement or a rhetorical question made to insecure kylian and question all his life choices. “how long has this been going?”
“we have known each other for nearly a year now but we have only been dating for about three months now,” answered the star french player.
an eyebrow rose, skepticism clear in his expression. “and yet she was able to write an entire album for you?” he inquired. “i can count on my hands how many songs she wrote for that evan and most of them were not positive whereas now she is declaring all her love for you.”
somehow he understood the distrust that laced in her father’s words. the hidden uncertainty. because if his daughter had gone through all that shit because of one man, he would have seen red too and probably lock his daughter in a castle where no man would ever be able to approach her. it was just that kind of overprotectiveness.
“what are your intentions with her?” he questioned firmly. “amara means the world to us and hell will probably freeze before i let her into hands like those of that evan prat again. so i need to amd sure she’s with someone who won’t hold her down this time and won’t be intimidated by her rising career.”
“i love her. i truly do. that’s probably the most certain thing in my life,” he replied, contemplating how he could make it clear that he did not plan on ever losing amara. “she is worth more than any trophy i could ever win, they will never measure up to her, and her smile is probably enough to lift my day and brighten it. she is this ray of sunshine and even when it rains she still manages to shine bright. and i promised myself to do anything so that shine never fades out.”
to say that andré was shocked was probably exaggerated but the man was still stunned by kylian’s confession which he concealed with a neutral expression. hearing another man talk like that about his daughter, the way he used to talk about his wife — it gave a sort of safety. amara had once told him she wished to meet a man that would be half the person he was and andré could now confirm that she had. she had met someone who was half as good as he was, if not more. kylian held another kind of love in his eyes as he spoke about her, the mesmerizing one that people often longed for. that created unwanted jealousy because it was so rare today.
“you know, i had a feeling when she started dating evan,” he admitted after a short silence. “she was shining, happy but he didn’t look at her in a way that pleased me. she was a trophy for him but not a person. an accessoire that he got to carry around with him and jealous the people around him. but he forgot that for the trophy to shine, someone had to clean it constantly. and with time he tarnished her more and more. and i assume you know how amara is, always so stubborn.” at that kylian had to chuckle, knowing just how true that statement was. he may be stubborn on the field but amara took stubbornness to a whole new level. “wouldn’t leave him, not when he had thousands of talks with him. when she came after every cheating scandal but wouldn’t allow us to interfere in her relationship.”
“but you actually see her. the look on your face whenever you just think about her is enough. it shows that you’re here for the real deal and not for her highest moments. i didn’t know about you when that album was released and yet when i listened to it, i thought to myself: ‘damn, my daughter is in love again’. which angered me at first because i did not know who it was and i feared we had met another evan again. and then i listened further and i understood how much you loved her. amara painted a very beautiful picture of your love story. and i approve of that.”
words were stuck in his throat as kylian listened to amara’s father. he felt both humbled and touched by the elder man’s words but most importantly, he felt accepted. her father had confided him his thoughts, given him something new that he could add to the picture of amara and evan and also sort of given him his blessing. he felt empathy with the man’s concerns and thoughts, not offended when the tone was skeptic sometimes. after all, at the end of the day he was amara’s father and wanted the world for her.
“she tried to give me an out,” kylian blurted out randomly. “there was a very bad article that caused many sponsors and fans to turn their backs on her and it destroyed her, she tried to give me an out and i refused. she was at her lowest point and was ready to give up. but i stayed.” he recounted, thoughts trailing back to that day. “i did not say this to prove that i am right for your daughter sir, but instead i just want you to know that i care. whether she is at her lowest or highest.”
nearing him, andré reached over and clapped kylian softly on the shoulder. “i know now that she is in safe hands with you. gives me one person less to error about,” he responded before laughing again. “who am i kidding? i’ll always worry about her.”
they both chuckled, all the tension having disappeared. now kylian felt relaxed as he talked with her dad.
“how do you two manage with your relationship? football and music are not two very compatible branches.”
“we know that but we give our best to make it work. for now it’s easy because amara relocated to paris and i play there which gives us lots of time to spend with each other but of course that will not last and we’ll have to see how we will be moving forward than. but for now we just enjoy the closeness.” kylian answered truthfully.
“that’s good to hear. fait sort qu'elle reste heureuse. elle le mérite.” — make sure she’s happy, she deserves it
as the serious topics were discussed, the atmosphere began to lighten even though all the tension had already left. a twinkle in his eye, that fell in with amara’s twinkle that she often held in her eyes, andré playfully asked the french striker, “so son, just a small question,” he began in a teasing tone. “pourquoi tu ne veux pas joindre liverpool? je t’aurais supporté depuis le début.” — why didn’t you join liverpool? would have made it so much easier to support you.
shaking his head in amusement, he laughed as the two men made their way back to the living room where the table had already been set and it seemed as if the two women sitting had been waiting for them to start eating.
instantly at the sight of her boyfriend, a relieved expression showed up on her face and a soft smile made its way on her lips when she saw him laugh with her dad. she didn’t bother asking what amused the two men so much, instead she only motioned for him to sit down next to him, intertwining their hands again.
“so… in the end you didn’t need your powerpoint presentation, did you?” amara teased him lightly, nudging his shoulder slightly.
“i wasn’t really nervous. just didn’t want to disappoint anyone. in fact, the nervousness was just part of the act. i couldn’t be all confident, that would have seemed too suspicious.”
she arched an eyebrow. “not nervous, my ass. you practically shit yourself before they arrived.”
“did not.”
“did too.”
he rolled his eyes. “well anyway, now i’ve mastered it and your dad loves me. in the end i figured out all i had to do was make him think i was thinking of joining liverpool next year.”
“that’s just cruel. raising an old man’s hopes just to crush them.” amara scolded him playfully, giggling quietly.
the french international striker faked a shocked expression. “i’m telling you said that. you’ll definitely not be his favorite after that anymore.”
“you wouldn’t.”
“bros before hoes, bébé.” he smiled smugly at her as she watched him shockingly. “that’s the code.”
“i’m going to dump you.” she muttered lowly, making sure her parents couldn’t hear her while kylian starts to laugh and even amara herself couldn’t stop the grin that was spreading on her face.
during the dinner, the two continued their usual playful banters, not even realizing that they had an audience. andré and taraji were amazed by the way the conversation between their daughter and kylian flowed so effortlessly. and it marveled them how lively she was.
during her relationship with evan, they had to painfully watch as their daughter became a shell of herself, her star dampening and the twinkle in her eyes gone. her smiles stopped to reach her eyes and conversation felt forced with her. amara had built up a wall and was adamant on not letting anyone past it, not even her own parents. but watching her now. joke with kylian, there was a change in their daughter — one taraji had immediately noticed when she had visited her daughter — the walls had been destroyed and she was living again for life.
knowing smiles appeared on andré and taraji’s faces as kylian and amara cleared off the table, their sarcastic exchanges loud enough to be heard from the living room. there was no doubt that kylian loved her. just the way he had watched her, as if she was the most important person in her life, the sun of his universe — he had proven that he was good for amara and as it seemed, she was good for him.
it also made specifically taraji happy that her daughter had found herself a man like that, one that reminded her of her own husband and knew her value. evan saw her as his side chick, the kind of women he paraded around and got praised for. in kylian’s eyes though, amara was an angel, a gift sent from heaven and he knew not to take her for granted so he worshiped every day that they were able to spend together. all that was clear by just looking at the way he looked at amara. pure love.
“she has truly found someone for her, didn’t she,” taraji muttered under her breath, yet loud enough for andré to hear.
“she did. and she’s happy.” andré agreed, smiling softly at his eldest daughter as she and kylian joined them again in the living room.
the rest of the evening passed by smoothly. her father and kylian had started to talk about sports, specifically football and the premier league with amara occasionally leaving a few comments while she had also engaged in a gossiping conversation with her mother. it was a tradition for them to always update the other on any family drama that had happened and it was the one thing that bonded amara and her mother when they spent time together.
amara smiled when she watched her boyfriend and her mother in a deep conversation about growing up, happy to see that her mother had already integrated kylian as a member of the family and started to open up to him all sorts of topics. she was reassured that she would never have to choose again between family and love as she had to do with evan.
time passed quickly as they talked, not even noticing how the sky that had had a certain kind of dark blue was now pitch black. amara had enjoyed the time with her parents so much she hadn’t even noticed that three hours had passed. it had just felt nice to see her parents again after such a long time — especially her dad —and she had wanted to enjoy every last second of it before hugs became digital again as they were so often not in the same city.
andré and taraji had also noticed that it had gotten very late and prefered to go back now before they would be unable to find a parking space. both hugged amara and kylian again, which took the latter by surprise, and pressed a kiss on amara’s temple before leaving. amara waved at them from the window till she lost sight of their car and joined kylian on the couch.
“this went well. they adore you.” amara commented, fatigue also started to rush through her body.
“who wouldn’t?” kylian replied cheekily as amara rolled her eyes in annoyance. “i mean with this face?” he pointed at his face, smirking.
“you’re right. i forgot. everyone has a weakness for turtles.” she joked, mimicking kylian’s face expression.
“my face does not look like a turtle. take that back,” he exclaimed shockingly though all amara did was hide her laugh behind her hand.
“fine let me rephrase. a very handsome turtle.” she clarified, followed by a shriek when kylian began to tickle her on the side. tears formed in her eyes from the intensity while her laughter sounded through the entire apartment. after a few minutes of torturing her to death with his hands, kylian finally let go of amara and pulled her close so he could wrap his hands around her waist and cuddle.
pressing a soft peck on her lips, he whispered, “je t’aime,” followed by a passionate kiss. — i love you
“je t’aime aussi.” — i love you too
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amara.imani first performance after such a long pause, i loved hearing you cheer for me and sing along to my new songs, thanks for having me @jimmyfallon
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she was missing him; terribly. after having spent so much time with him, inhaling his scent so often, amara was coping horribly with him gone even though her mind knew it wasn’t their fault for their lack of time. they both had had a busy week with people expecting them and wanting things from them. had been busy with training and match preparations for his next champions league games whereas amara was forced to fly to the states for an appearance on the jimmy fallon show to promote her album — that was already successful and breaking records. the couple found themselves yearning for a moment of just them, where they could hold each other close and spread soft touches all over their bodies.
she missed his smile and he missed making her laugh. she longed to let her hands trail all over his body again and have deep, intimate cuddling sessions with him where they talked about everything. sure, they had spent hours on the phone to each other but it just wasn’t the same — his scent and happy aura wasn’t transportable over the phone and he couldn’t let his fingers brush though her coily hair that she decided to let open — it was all just missing.
but the longing would end today. it was the weekend — surprisingly one where kylian wasn’t needed on the field — and amara had decided to come over and surprise him as she had good news. news that had her practically dancing of excitement as she waited in the elevator to arrive.
a bright smile on her face and a heart full of anticipation, she arrived at kylian’s luxurious apartment, her heart dancing with excitement, even waving funnily to herself on the mirror of the elevator. the album’s success was incredible to her and she couldn’t wait to share the good news with kylian which is also why she had a bottle of champagne in her bag.
she was practically jumping as she rang the bell, waiting excitedly for kylian to open it as she had forgotten the spare key he had given her at home. her fingers tapped nervously against her thigh as she wondered why kylian was taking so long— usually it’s him that always complains when i’m not at the door immediately, she thought to herself yet the smile on her face hadn’t vanished.
her prayers were heard though as kylian finally opened the door, shock and surprise painted on his face, and he smiled brightly at her. amara, not able to contain her happiness and want any longer, instantly wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss. she tried to savor the scent of him, his warmth that was able to heat her entire body, putting every of her emotion into the kiss — the wanting, longing and separation as well as joy. but something felt different as they kissed.
she felt eyes on her and an unusual feeling, making her slowly break the kiss. needless to say, surprise was an understatement for what amara felt when she saw several pairs of eyes on her and kylian — his family was there, gathered in the living room and had just watched an unknown person kiss their son. some of their faces held shocking expressions, other were amused.
“oh mon dieu,” amara exclaimed, thanking god again that her skin was too dark to detect a blush on her cheeks. she hid her face in her palms, embarrassed at what had just happened. “i am so sorry.” — oh my god
“i am so sorry i didn’t warn you. i didn’t expect you,” he chuckled as he excused himself, but was still grinning.
kylian’s mother was the first to speak, coming out of their stunned state. she smiled warmly at amara. “you must be his girlfriend. he talks so much about you but never gave a picture to the name. i’m kylian’s mother, fayza.”
“amara,” the singer replied uneasy, shaking the elder woman’s hand. “i am so sorry for interrupting this family event. i’m about to go anyway, i just wanted to tell kylian some news.”
“nonsense, stay.” fayza interjected, waving dismissively. “we’ve been begging kylian to meet you but he just preferred to keep you to himself.”
amara’s initial embarrassment slowly transformed into a mixture of gratitude and surprise as she was welcomed into the gathering. she was about to introduce herself to kylian’s father when she was interrupted.
“wait a minute, amara as in amara imani, the singer?” a woman, who seemed around her age asked, a small hint of excitement detectable in her voice.
she blinked in surprise and nodded. “yes, that’s me,” she replied nervously. “oh my god, i’m so sorry for not introducing me completely.”
“attend… donc toutes les chansons sur mon amour sont inspirées par lui?” a teenage boy asked her, pointing skeptically at kylian. amara nodded nervously again. “t’as fait fort grand frère.” he looked at amara again. “moi, c’est ethan. unfortunately the younger brother to this dickhead.” — wait… so all these songs on Mon amour are inspired by him?
— you did good, big bro, i’m ethan
“moi, c’est alice et j’adore tes chansons,” kylian’s cousin exclaimed. “mon amour est mon album préféré. je suis une grande fan.” — i’m alice and I love your songs
— mon amour is my favorite album, I’m a big fan
“merci beaucoup, ca me tient à cœur.” she replied softly, genuinely happy that she was accepted so quickly. — thank you so much, it warms my hearth
as the introductions continued, she felt a small tug on her jeans and looked down to find a small toddler pulling on her jeans to get her attention. she kneeled down to be at level with the small toddler, smiling brightly at him.
“and who might you be?” she grinned at the child before picking it up. she had always had a small spot for children. “i’m amara.”
kylian leaned in and whispered quietly in her ear, “that’s isayah. my nephew. his sister is asleep and he’s usually the more awake one.”
amara nodded, turning her attention back to the child again. she was grinning at the small boy she was carrying on her hip while continuing the introductions and getting to know the whole family. she couldn't help but be amazed at how easily they all seemed to fit together, as if she had been a part of their lives for years.
she introduced herself to his father, who had at first seemed wary about her but once they had started talking and kylian had slyly added that amara had grown up in cameroon before moving to europe, the ice was broken and wilfried immediately gained interest in her. it was clear that they loved her and even kylian’s nephew did not want to let go of her as she tried to put him down after a while. they had all taken a liking to her.
sitting at dinner was comfortable for her, she felt welcomed and all nervousness or insecurities had vanished as they laughed over several topics. it was even easier for them to talk when they found out that amara was a big football fan — even though it pained them when she told them she was a red — and soon, the conversation took a turn towards sports and some predictions for the ongoing season.
“eh amara,” ethan called her and she turned her head to face him. “didn’t you say, you had some news for kylian?”
her face brightened even more as she nodded excitedly. she looked at kylian, all eyes on them as she told him the news. “i got off the phone with grace and she told me that the grammy nominations just came in,” amara explained happily. “i’m nominated for eight categories.” she squealed, her eyes practically sparkling.
“wait what — that’s amazing. you did it. félicitations bébé,” he congratulated her happily, pulling his girlfriend into a hug. one by one, every person at the table congratulated her, sending her their best wishes as they all shared her happiness. — congratulations baby
“oh, i also wanted to ask you, if you didn’t mind, whether you would like to accompany me to it. only if you don’t have a match of course.” she suggested.
“what do i gain from this?”
“accompanying your girlfriend to an important event and seeing her happy?”
“not good enough,” he replied jokingly after contemplating about his options.
“you’ll meet beyoncé,” amara suggested in a light tone, grinning.
“i’ll think about it.”
ethan threw a small piece of bread at his brother, watching his antics. “amara you can just take me. i promise you i’m a hundred times better than him.”
“it’s an event for adults and not midgets like you,” kylian immediately shot back.
“who’re you calling a midget? you’re just jealous i’m taller than you.”
“but i’m still the favorite.”
“in your dreams.”
“kylian, ethan, arrêtez moi ça maintenant,” fayza scolded them, making the rest of the people laugh. they had already finished dinner and fayza had already stood up, beginning to clear up the table so dessert could be brought. “amara, could you please help me clear the table for dessert?”
she nodded, standing up and started to collect the dirty plates on a pile to bring them back to the kitchen. maybe she should have been more nervous being alone in the kitchen with kylian’s mother but the woman was so kind that amara couldn’t even work up any nerves.
she sent kylian thumbs up as she recognized the worried look in his eyes — one she had also had when he had spoken privately with her father — and went back to the kitchen with fayza, both carrying loads of dishes. they began to work like a chain, with amara washing the dishes while fayza dried them and put them back where they belonged while the sweet aroma of apple cake filled the air.
as she started to wash her hands, finished with the dirty plates, kylian’s mother turned to amara, warmth and kindness in her expression. “you know amara,” she began softly, “i’m not going to lie. when kylian first told me about you, i was a bit apprehensive. his last relationship was not exactly easy on him and she broke his heart horribly when he found out she just after his money. he went back to his party life again and stopped caring about anything to numb the pain.”
amara felt a quick sting as she listened to fayza, her heart breaking for kylian. she had always wondered how that man had managed to stay single if he was the way he acted around amara but now it made sense why.
“and still he didn’t give up. he became more realistic, yes, but he didn’t lose the joy in love. the good of love outweighed the bad so he put himself out there again. he didn’t give up.” the elder woman chuckled. “he carries the same attitude for life as he does in football. never giving up.”
amara felt touched as fayza talked about her son’s last relationship. it made her realize how similar kylian and she were but she also admired him — he had been ready to put himself out there again while she had hid, had given up on love because of so many bad experiences. he was truly enchanting. “he’s always been a fighter. on and off the pitch. that’s just my son.”
she paused for a moment, her gaze softening as she stared straight at amara. “and then he met you,” she said genuinely with a fond smile. “the change was recognizable immediately. he told me of a drunk woman he had met on a night out with friends and that somehow you had hit it off even though she was probably too drunk to even remember what had happened that night. that he had helped her by letting her sleep at his and that you had talked the next day and exchanged numbers. he just lit up differently. as if all his previous goals that he had set up for himself were suddenly unimportant. a new purpose.”
“you’re good for him. you bring out the best in him and make him a new person. a better version of himself. you truly see him. you are what’s worth not giving up, he could’ve given up a long time ago when he had gotten his heart shattered but instead he put himself out there and you are the prove that he was right by doing that. he has finally found the happiness he deserves, and i couldn't be happier for the two of you."
amara laughed, smiling brightly as she looked at the ceiling to stop the tears that were threatening to roll down her cheeks. a surge of emotion rushed through her, as she let fayza’s words sink in. it had been the first time she had met someone’s parents and they had praised her like that. had recognized the change and impact she made on someone’s life.
“vous deux, vous êtes faites l’un pour l’autre.” — you two, you are made for each other
“how are you so sure we are going to last forever?” she wondered out loud, wiping away her tears.
fayza smirked, grabbing the apple pie. “my dear, i do not live behind the moon. i listened to the album. it’s beautiful.”
they walked out of the kitchen, amara carrying the clean plates while fayza carried the apple pie. they placed everything down on the table and amara sat down next to kylian again, intertwining their hands.
“tout va bien?” he asked her worriedly and she nodded swiftly. — is everything okay
“tout est parfait.” amara stated lowly, the fond smile not leaving her lips. she put her head down on kylian’s shoulder. “i just love you and your family.” — everything’s perfect
he grinned, pressing a soft kiss on her temple and turned back to his conversation with his brother and father about some new rules in football. but his eyes never truly left her.
throughout the evening, amara enjoyed herself in the joyous atmosphere and cherished the new found connections she had made that evening. she was glad, she got along with everyone and nothing felt awkward anymore. she joked with ethan as the two played fifa, pouting whenever he had let her win as she wanted to win on her own but realized quickly she was horrible at the game. she had had long conversations with alice and fayza about some gossip in hollywood and had occasionally joined men when they talked about football politics, gaining lots of new knowledge. needless to say, she enjoyed the night. the surprise that had shocked her so much and made her so anxious had turned out as gift and she was glad as she felt her and kylian’s bond growing and becoming even more special. they had both taken big steps by meeting each other's parents — even though the last one was not planned — intensifying their trust in each other. this was everything she had ever wanted.
“your mother told me about your ex,” amara mumbled quietly, as she and kylian laid calmly on her bed, her eyes facing the ceiling.
after fayza had told her about kylian’s painful break up, amara had spent the entire night researching kylian’s ex-girlfriend and stalking her on social media. and comparing herself to her even though it wasn’t needed.
she had read every article of their sudden break up, her heart aching as she read the way kylian was betrayed. she wanted him to know that she would never do that to him and that she truly cherished him for who he was.
“i want you to know that i am in no way pitying you or anything like that and i am sure you have already closed that chapter. i just feel the need to tell you that you are everything to me and i would never dream of hurting you,” she explained, sitting up.
he hummed. “i know you do. i never doubted.” he replied calmly. “and you don’t have to tell me everything you talk about my mother. i trust you.”
“i know. i just didn’t want to hide anything from you. and i wanted to make sure that we are both on the same page in this relationship.”
“you should write that down,” he joked, sitting up too. “maybe one day we’ll use that as our vows. would save me some work,” he suggested, an amusing glint sparkling up in his eyes. his sarcastic reply gave amara an idea though as she stood up, rummaging through her writing things till she found her block of colorful post-it cards and ripped off a blue one. she sticked it to the bed wall and handed kylian a pen.
“qu’est-ce que tu veux que je fasse avec ça?” he asked her, confused at what he was supposed to do with the pen in his hand. — what do you want me to do with that?
“we…,” she pointed at the two of them, “are going to write down our promises and values that matter to us in this relationship. we’re making it official.”
confusion grew in his eyes. “what do you mean? you want to write these things down on this small paper?” he inquired further.
“yes, that’s exactly what we’re gonna do,” amara beamed, smiling brightly.
“where did you get that idea from now? you do know i was joking right?”
“i know you were. but i watched grey’s anatomy and meredith and derek did this.” amara explained, a huge smile still plastered on her face.
kylian shrugged, not caring anymore what they were doing. the smile on amara’s face was enough to make him do everything she wanted. “fine, let’s make it official.”
he took the pen, a thoughtful expression on his face as he scribbled down a few phrases. he handed the blue little paper sheet back to amara, who read it aloud, "we promise to always talk everything out, never leave the other on read even when we hate each other, always be there for each other, confide into each other, be each other’s best friend. we promise to never stand in the way of each other’s career.”
nodding in approval, she grinned. “sounds promising. i’m gonna hold you to this mbappé.” she took the pen from her boyfriend and scribbled down a few sentences too before handing it to him.
he glanced at the words and smiled. “we value our love, friendship, comfort, trust and bond. sums up everything perfectly.”
kylian took out his phone, snapping a quick picture of the blue post-it. “now we’re never going to forget those promises.”
she put the pen back to where she had taken it from, her eyes traveling around the room before they landed on her guitar, standing in the corner of her room. leaping to her feet, she grabbed it and brought it back with her to the bed.
her fingers strayed to her guitar, gently touching it as she ran her hand over the strings. “since we’re already talking about promises. i did promise you something, didn’t i?”
his eyes lit up as he watched her tune her guitar and he leaned slightly forward. “you did… oh my god, are you going to serenade me with a song from the album?”
with a smug smile, amara started to play the first chords of ‘lover’, a song that had been purely inspired by kylian. her voice was soft and angelic as she sang, enchanting. in another life, she could have been a siren, attracting men with her mesmerizing voice.
he hung to every word on her lip, watching with rapt attention while his eyes shined as he listened to her heartfelt and deep words.
not able to hold a cheeky reply, he chuckled as she sang the line ‘and you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me,’ and replied, “who else should i tell them?”
he also couldn’t pass up on a good reply when amara sang the lines, ‘can we always be this close,’ answering to that, "i already told you, nous deux, c'est pour l'éternité." — we two, we are for forever
as she played the last tunes, the song finally finishing, a laugh flash rolled over amara as she thought about all the replies kylian gave her as she had sung, tears streaming down her face. her laugh was so infectious that soon kylian had started to laugh too, knowing just how cheeky he had sounded during her song. he wrapped his arm around her, careful not to damage the guitar on the bed as the two laughed. they knew that their promises and love would endure; would last. everyone around them was convinced that they were made for each other. and just like amara sang so often in her new album, she believed it too.
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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 -> k. mbappé
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — where a destructive article leads to several insecurities but also an evening of love and the creation of new songs
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — kylian mbappé x amara imani (oc)
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — this chapter contains misogyny, mentions of cheating false accusations and anxiety/panic attacks
𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 7.8k
𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 — this love [taylor swift], romantic [korede bello], delicate [taylor swift], sexual healing [marvin gaye]
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life hated her. it was clear that it had some sort of grudge against her, that she had wronged someone because no one who was innocent deserved this — not even on her worst enemies would she wish this sort of punishment and yet it happened to her.
she didn’t know what made it so hard — where had she gone wrong so terribly? taken the wrong turn that had led to her driving into a hole?
a feeling of failure welled up inside her. anything she touched got ruined, red roses turned black by the instant she touched them. why did he hate her so much?
she would never know. she had never given him a reason to hate her. Even if one day they would break up, she would have never resented him. sure their relationship has their ups and downs with lots of on and off but she had never expected him to hold such a grudge against her.
it should have been her, she should be the one to be mad, angry, it was her right to play the scorned woman after he had cheated on her. but instead solitude and secrecy had become her best friends, forced to lay low while he could spread whatever lies lies he wanted, only futhering the damage.
he always knew how to hurt her the most, didn’t he? during the timeline of their relationship it had always been him to hurt her the most, to know exactly around which scars he had to draw stars to extend the pain.
she had gone through eating disorders for him, endured discriminating comments about herself, gave away the love she had for herself — all for him.
usually karma was for the people who had wronged persons, had done them bad but what had she done? it should have been his reputation not hers, the stupid game they had started playing should have ended with her winning and not with her hiding in a city. he always won.
he won at games they played, at arguments, at races they had done together — he had won at everything against her. and she, as stupid as she been, had let him. she had let him win at everything.
clearly, she had been in a bad mental state. because there were signs, signals that she was suffering. but no one picked them up, no one paid attention and she had ruined any relationship she had had with any true friends due, having pushed them away at the request of evan. now she found herself with nothing.
so all in all, she truly regretted him. all the feelings, tears and time she had spent on him had clearly been a waste. qui lui avait mémé dit, de poursuivre un homme qui avais déjà une femme? — who had even told her to go after a man who already had a woman?
whenever she self-reflected she always asked herself the same question. but then again, she wouldn’t have met kylian if it hadn’t been for all this.
the international french striker had somehow opened a world for her that evan had closed. love was about creating and he had created a world full of colors for her after evan had squeezed all the color out of hers. it meant picking up the pieces no matter how small they were because the person was worth it. she was worth it.
kylian had decided that when he had first met her. he had been bored out of his mind, that specific night, before his eyes had spotted her. he had only seen her from the back, but had immediately been intrigued by her. especially because the bartender was serving her drink after drink, which had instantly impressed him. he could count on one hand, the amount of women, he knew that were able to drink like that. needless to say, he had an invisible pull towards her.
and getting to know her had also been a complete blast. after getting over the fact that he was flirting with his celebrity crush (something he hadn’t told anyone about), he was immediately wooed by her, especially her sarcasm and smiley attidue. sure, at the moment it didn’t come out much but when it did, kylian often felt himself fall all over for her again because it was the most beautiful thing on her. he didn’t understand how the medias could write such things about such a lovely person and still wondered how this asshole was able to date such a stunning woman like her. (he was ready to offer his whole contract if someone gave him the answer to his question.)
evan had the upper-hand in her tricky situation and the article made it clear. still, her flop at relationships couldn’t have been that bad, since evan had been the only person she had ever dated. and she certainly wasn’t a narcissistic person. he loved to spin her words around.
amara was the furthest thing from a narcissist. and she had never cheated in her entire life. not even on a basic school test and certainly not on a person. so of course it hurt her when several articles were thrown around, where her ex-boyfriend stated that she had cheated on him in the beginning.
the thing that upset her the most was the way he spun the story. he could have said what he wanted to keep the public on his side. but twisting the whole narrative and telling the public, she didn’t care much about mental health was too far. especially because she still remembered the way he would laugh at her whenever she would have a panic attack. and for him to say now, she always joked about it.
he had never even know how a panic attack felt like — he wouldn’t know the way it crept up slowly. like a tumor that had nested in. it built up slowly without any remarking, but slowly the symptoms were starting to get recognizable. that was anxiety. (something evan had probably never felt and why would he?)
as she read the article, angst started building up and like a maline tumor it spread through her body, leaving her brain for last. the further she read, the further it nestled in. when she had arrived at the end of the article, her hands were trembling and sweat pearls rolled down her forehead. she clutched her phone tightly, dizziness setting in with her vision blurring.
cause was the article that was opened on the display of her phone, the significance of the end of her career, everything she had worked so hard for — vanished with the simple publishing of a few words. her sweat, blood and tears were, all for nothing. the words were mocking her, giving power to the anxiety that had built up in her body. like a bomb and the detonator had just been lit. a wave of panic rushed down, this time anxiety had reached her head.
amara was drifting in a sea of despair and hopelessness, the weight on her shoulders becoming too much for her to bear. all the work, kylian had done was gone — the positive words were replaced by negativity and uncertainty, taking over her rational side.
breathing suddenly became harder, staying awake became difficult. it started in her chest, the first thing that stopped moving, the ache spreading through her body. next it were her legs that disconnected from her mind. she didn’t even acknowledge her body losing stability and collapsing on the ground — her body was there but her mind wasn’t.
before she even realized, amara was grasping for air, her lungs completely cut off from oxygen. her heartbeat raced dangerously, as if activating its survival mode when in case of shortness of breath.
her hands tingled but she wasn’t able to shake them, make it stop. all she could focus on was her career dying, herself dying with it. in a second, amara wasn’t in her room anymore; instead she found herself under water with no air.
the heavy knot in her neck thickened as tears ran down her cheeks. she fought the urge to throw up and tried to keep her food down but the thought of being worthless, of having lost everything was making it hard.
the ringing in her ear became louder, her vision becoming more and more blurrier with the tears. she let go of her phone and put her hand palms on her ears, trying to stop the ringing while also making an effort to breathe but it was getting harder… so much harder for her.
hyperventilating, she pulled her knees into her chest, hugging them tighter even though her hands were shaking violently. she knew what she must have been looking like at the moment, weak, a liability, insecure — but that’s what she was.
she had nothing anymore. the article was just the physical proof of what everybody thought, that she had wasted years of her life trying to become someone she would never be.
was this the moment where whitney houston had decided to drink away her sorrows? the changing moment that had ripped all hope from her? truthfully she wasn’t crying over love, she wasn’t heartbroken but she had poured everything into her career. made sure that it would be her legacy if she ever left and it was all gone now. all gone.
her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden opening of her door, her body going immediately into its “danger” mode. her body, in its disconnected mode, picked up that it was kylian but it didn’t register what he was saying — it was too busy trying to breathe.
amara didn’t notice how he dropped everything and rushed to her side, immediately understanding her state. her mind didn’t acknowledge how he grabbed her hands softly and sat down next to her on the floor. but she started to feel his presence, his warmth.
“heyy…,” he whispered softly but got no response from amara. she looked up at him but it was clear that her mind was everywhere but here. “ca va aller, je suis la.” — it’s going to be okay, i’m here
kylian’s eyes scanned around the hallway till they found amara’s phone with the article still showing on her screen. he wasn’t new to it, he had heard of it this morning when neymar had spoken about it at training and it had taken kylian every of his willpower to continue doing his exercises instead of defending amara like he would have wanted. he had wanted to warn amara but seeing in which state she currently was, it appeared she had been quicker than him.
“okay, mara,” kylian began a nervous undertone in his voice that he tried to hide, “i’m not the best at this but i’ve seen people do it on tv… so hope it works for now — anyway tell me five things you can see?”
she didn’t answer but her eyes were focused on kylian now, meaning she was slowly coming back even though her chest was still moving rapidly. “come on mara, essaie-le pour moi.” — try it for me
her hands affirmed the grip around his, her taking all her will as she tried to speak, “your bag, the magazine… phone, the floor, … your jacket.”
“c’est deja bien ca, on continue,” kylian praised her, “now tell me four things you can touch.” — that’s already good
she nodded, her heartbeat starting to become more frequently, “your hands… the floor, your face and… my phone.”
“okay, it’s actually working,” kylian said but more to himself than to amara, surprised to see that the method he had watched so often actually worked. “three things you can hear?”
“your voice, the traffic,… music from the radio in the kitchen.” she replied, her voice not as shaky anymore. her hands had stopped shaking and the dizziness had faded away.
“maintenant, dit moi… two things you can smell.” he told her reassuringly. — now tell me
“you and… cinnamon from the candle.” she told him hesitantly although her voice had steadied and sweat pearls had stopped rolling down her forehead. Her tears had subsided too but her eyes were still watery.
kylian clapped her hands together, happy for the progress she had made. “see, you’re already doing great. one thing you can taste?”
amara nodded… “my tears, they're kind of salty.”
“And now take small breaths” kylian instructed and amara followed his orders, gripping his hand tighter when she struggled but it helped — minutes passed and her heartbeat became steady again, her body leaving the panic mode again.
“it’s going to be fine mara,” kylian told her softly, his voice coming out faintly but it was loud enough for amara. his presence was calming in the middle of her storm, the hurricane she had seen coming from miles but had chosen to ignore it and live in the ignoring bliss with kylian.
he put his arms around her, hugging her tightly with his arms forming a protective shield around her. the gesture was all it took for amara to break. a crack in the surface and suddenly all liquid started flowing. tears she had thought she had all cried already were rolling down her cheeks rapidly, breaking free in torrents. her sobs shaked her whole body with an intensity she could no longer contain.
kylian was caught by surprise about the intensity of amara’s sobs and cries. tears were rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably, and it didn’t seem to end any time soon. he held her closer, her face burying into his shirt, embracing her weak and fragile state. his heart broke with every sob that amara let out. every tear carried her pain, made it clear that she was hurting.
her body screamed sadness, grief — it was in deep mourning, mourning over her career she had just lost, watched go down the drain. he absorbed her pain, her sufferance, letting her cry it all out. no words he could tell her now would be able to take away that kind of hurting. he was letting her be, mourn the way she should have been the first time instead of trying to hold it all in. his arms had become a sanctuary, safety amara had so often kylian described with — a refuge that let amara express all her grief and take off all the weight on her shoulders.
somehow he felt failure — as if he had failed her. kylian had promised to protect her, make her eyes brighter again and he had thought he had been enough. but their bubble had been burst and both had clashed hard with reality
his grip around her body tightened as he held her firmly, pressing her softly against his chest. His shirt was wet, filled with her tears, and her pain that she had let out in the form of water. the room filled with the sound of amara’s anguish, her cries echoing against the walls.in that moment, time seemed to stand still. he held her close, his arms put up tightly around her like a shield from all the negative thoughts.
“ca va aller cherié,” he whispered along with soothing words, acting like a balm to her wounded soul, and most importantly giving her the safety that she was not alone; that she didn’t have to go through the pain alone. — it’s going to be okay, honey
each second that passed, her sobs started to subside, their intensity getting less and less. soon they were replaced by sad sniffles and hiccups, as she clung to kylian’s chest, finding solace in his presence. there was a sense of comfort in his heartbeat, he radiated life with the rhythm of his heartbeat. the world around them seemed to fade away.
the storm in her had settled and amara slowly started to gather the strength she needed to lift her head from kylian’s chest. she was exhausted and felt even more vulnerable after having a panic attack in front of the french striker. she never wanted for him to see her like that — weak, vulnerable, desperate.
“i ruined your shirt,” amara said quietly, wiping away her tears. “i’m sorry, it’s all wet now because of my tears.”
“it’s a shirt mara, i planned on changing it anyway because of training. don’t apologize for things like that again, you don’t have to.” kylian objected, scolding her lightly. “how do you feel?”
“stupid, weak, empty.” she listed quietly under her breath. “like it was all for nothing.”
“don’t say that. you're worth more than just your career.”
“i was never enough, always too low.”
“you were always enough,” he replied firmly.
she sat up straight again, leaning her back against the wall next to and taking place next to kylian. there was no other way now, she had to do it. her mother had always said, when you love someone you have to be able to let go. it was her time to let kylian go — she wouldn’t drag kylian down with her. this path was destined for her and not him.
her eyes filled with tears, as she turned to look at him. her heart was heavy with emotions. her reputation, tarnished by a turbulent past, had the potential to cast a shadow over their relationship. to hurt him just because he held love for her. and she would never do that to him. amara had started to love him, to feel more for him than a simple crush. time had given that to her and she couldn’t bear to taint him like she tainted everything that she touched.
her voice was shaky, tears had started to run down her face again as she looked at him, met his eyes. “kylian, i think it’s better if we don’t go further than this. you deserve so much more than me.” she swallowed the big lump in her throat before continuing to speak, “my reputation has never been worse and my past should not hold you back from living your best life.”
his eyes widened with surprise, behind them laid concern. “amara, please don’t say that. i promised you that i would stay by your side, through good and bad. i’m not going go leave now. you don’t have to worry about me.”
she sighed, lowering her head, not being able to face the hurt expression on kylian’s face. his unwavering love and devotion was clear in his eyes — they were an open book to all the emotions he was feeling. he wouldn’t understand, his life was different than hers. “ky…,” she began, his name coming out faintly. “i’ve made some mistakes, trusted some people i shouldn’t have and karma is getting to me, i guess. but i would never forgive myself if i dragged you into my mess. it’s better that way.”
he shook his head, feeling tears come up but swallowed them down — he knew this wasn’t her, what she truly wanted. he just had to find that part of her again. the one that was willing to love again and open herself to the world.
“amara, i know who you are. and i love who you are. and i don’t care whether you are a bitch apparently or if you are a narcissist — all that matters to me is the person i got to know these past weeks. i love all of you, including the parts that you may deem as flawed."
his hand searched for hers, squeezing it lightly to show her his support, the safety that lied in their bond.
“amara,” kylian whispered, his eyes scanning her soul the moment she looked up, staring right back at him. through her soul. “i know you think the worst of yourself,” he began, his voice a light tone. “i know you need someone to hold you… hold you like you are the most important thing in the world, and i will. i promise you i will. but you need to let go,” he murmured softly, “you need to let go of that rock you’re grasping from a clip and let yourself fall. And i will be there to catch you.”
there was so much love and pain in the atmosphere. one couldn’t exist without the other, if you have loved without hurting, you didn’t love. because love hurt, the urge to let go because you love a person so much. “i just don’t want to hurt you. you’re france’s golden boy and i’m the black sheep of music. i can’t see you get dragged down because of me. i can take my career ending, but yours is so bright and you have so much to achieve yet, it wouldn’t be fair.”
how was he supposed to change her mind, make her see that everything was right. that she was the light of his life and not the darkness of the night. “amara, i choose to be here because i love you. because i can’t stand the thought of you being hurt. that’s love. hurting for the other but knowing that the other is supporting you, has you back all the time.” he assured her, deep meaning behind every of his word. “amara, i won’t force you to be here. this is your choice. if you tell me to leave right now i will. do you want me to?”
her reasoning began to take the upper head again. was this worth it, letting kylian leave and mourn after his departure everyday. but she loved him too much to drag him down with her. she knew he loved her, he has said it multiple times. several songs were scribbled down in her notebook, all able to describe kylian and the way he loved her. would she give all this up — she knew he couldn’t. “i don’t want you to leave. please don’t.”
a fond smile appeared on his lips, bringing out the two spots on each side of his cheek that always made amara weak. he held out his pinky. “we’re going to survive this storm together. me with you at your side. are you in?”
she lifted up her pinky, intertwining it with his. “i’m in. je ne veux plus être seule.” — i don’t wanna be alone anymore.
he smiled at her brightly, happy of his success for convincing her. kylian was there to guide her through the storm, hold her hand when the wind was getting too strong and leaving her back. her problems might not have lessened but his presence reminded her of her own worth, that she wasn’t unlovable like evan had always made him believe. she took a deep breath before surprising kylian again by throwing her hands around his figure and hugging the french striker tightly.
there was a tiny spark of hope, a silent promise even though there wasn’t a concrete promise of happiness but he made it easier. kylian made facing the road easier. there they stood, entwined in each other's arms, knowing that they were safe. that any storm could hit them but it would hit them together now.
after giving him a last squeeze, inhaling his scent for one more time, she let go of him, meeting his gaze. her eyes were bloodred, skin pale and yet a smile was on her lips.
“will i ever be more?” amara asked into the void. “like will my name ever be cleared?”
“i don’t know how much i’ll have to tell worth more than words can describe. no ballon d’or or world cup mean anything to me anymore since i met you. i wake up with a smile because of you and go to bed with a grin because of you. you’re more than beautiful, ethereal. Je sais que tu n’est pas prête au moment mais je veux que tu saches que t’es tout pour moi.” — i know you’re not ready at the moment but i want you to know that you’re everything for me.
she chuckled softly. “i don’t deserve you, ky.”
he waved dismissively. shrugging it off. “how about a nice warm bath while i cook for you and then we eat dinner together like planned?” he proposed, a smile on his face. “and before you start, don’t worry, you don’t have to feel guilty.”
“i don't even feel like standing up at the moment.” she joked lightly, a small grin on her face. “but a bath sounds nice.”
kylian punched her lightly. “go take a bath amara and when you feel better again, there will be food for you.” he was determined to make her feel better, to make her smile reach her eyes again. “chef kylian at your service, what would you like to eat?”
“surprise me,” amara murmured, shrugging.
“then rice with chicken it will be. very good choice,” he joked, “believe me, after having eaten my food, you won’t wanna try anyone else’s.”
“you’re making big promises mbappé.” a smirk creeped up her smile at kylian’s declaration. they both remembered very well the last time he had tried to cook with her, burning the tomato sauce to the pasta she had made. "you’re too kind," she replied, her voice laced with playful sarcasm.
he smirked back at her, laughing. “and i tend to keep them.”
“the last time you stepped into my kitchen, i had to clean up the entire floor because you made the tomato sauce explode. so excuse me for being wary.”
he chuckled, rolling his eyes at the memory. "you’re never letting that go, are you?” he questioned sarcastically, feigning offense. "but i’ll let you know that i’ve been secretly working on my cooking skills, perfecting the art of rice and chicken. just you wait!"
she held her hand up in surrender. “fine, i’m leaving my kitchen in your hands. please try to not burn anything.” she warned jokingly, taking all her strength to pull herself up. “i’ll be back in a minute.”
“you’ll be surprised with what you’re about to eat.” he called after her as she disappeared into her bedroom before he stood up too and made his way to the kitchen.
he had been right. a shower had definitely been needed. the warm water had added an extra reassurance and calmness to her body and the several flowery oils had added an extra touch to the sensitivity of her skin, making it even softer. after stepping out of the bathroom, she had chosen a comfy sports leggings with a small crop top before she threw kylian’s hoodie over her figure.
there was something comfortable and familiar about his hoodie, it smelled like him and reminded her of him. majority of her new songs had been written with said hoodie on her body, keeping her warm and reminding her about who she was even writing that song. the soft dark blue fabric draped over her shoulders, a bit loose as the hoodie was a bit big on her but she loved it that way. the comforting connection between herself and kylian just because of a hoodie was so much deeper than just their relationship. it helped find her way back.
amara was thrown out of her thoughts by her phone ringing, bringing her back to reality. reluctance was stopping her from answering the phone immediately but she accepted the call instantly once she saw the caller-id, smiling at the familiar voice on the other end.
“ada,” her mother’s soft voice greeted her, resembling music in her ears. ‘ada’ was a name her mother had started calling her, signifying the oldest daughter — a term her mother had brought home from her origin country nigeria. amara missed it.
“nne,” amara whispered, her voice immediately breaking. “ana m atụ uche gi nke ukwuu.” — mum, i miss you so much
“oh my dear ada,” taraji imani exclaimed in despair, feeling the pain of her daughter. “i read what they wrote about you. ada, that boy must have hated you to do something like that.”
amara scoffed. “i don’t even know what i did that could make him do something like that. i loved him.”
“that boy was never good and now we have finally seen him good colors. onye nzuzu,” she cursed her daughter’s ex boyfriend. “i know it hurts like hell in the moment but we both know you're stronger than this. we grew up in a third-world country, there has been worse.”
even though her heart filled with gratitude and care, she still felt misunderstood by her mother. “mama, they’re after me now for everything. everything i worked so hard for is gone.”
her mother’s mind stayed firm, not accepting any doubt or negativity in her mind state. “amara, believe me no one can decide what you’re worth. i brought you into this world and i had already deemed you worth than anything that existed. your name was written in the stars from the beginning. and no man or article is ever gonna change that. ekwere m gi nkwa.” — i promise you.
amara smiled, finding strength in her mothers words. she admired her mother’s strength to always see the positive in things that were clearly negative. “thank you mama. somehow this is exactly what i needed. ahụrụ m gi n'anya nke ukwuu.” — i love you so much
“that's what i’m here for, right?” she replied jokingly, “highs and the lows, i’ll always be here, holding you up, and cheering you on. and i am the proudest person everyday, because i had the privilege of raising you."
she swallowed the lump in her throat, taking a moment before answering. “i’m going to be fighting mama. i’m going to prove them wrong.”
“that’s what i was expecting from you.” she applauded her. “wepụta oge gi iji gwọọ ma anyi ga-aga n'ihu. Aga m eme ihe niile iji hụ na i ga-alaghachi n'elu, ada. you’ll tell me more about your new songs when i’m coming to visit you next week but i have to go now love. your father is calling me. and in case things still go wrong, you could always sue.” — take your time to heal and we will move on. i'll do everything to make sure you get back on top, ada.
even though her mother couldn’t see her, she nodded with her head, grinning at the last sentence. “yes, mama. i don’t know if i’ll sue but i’ll keep it in mind. daalụ, ahụrụ m gi n'anya.” — bye, i love you
“hụkwara gi n'anya.” — love you too
her mother ended the call and amara placed her phone on the bed again. mothers always knew best, the truest sentence ever. she could hold on now, wait for the storm to wash over calmly.
the scent of rice and savory spices were what finally made her leave the bedroom. the smell of chicken found its way into her nose, making her stomach grumble in return. she had neglected eating since the past few weeks, only eating when necessary with her head being occupied so often.
walking into the kitchen, she watched with amazement as kylian moved between the stove and the oven. her original skepticism faded away with every second she watched. this somehow felt different — she was used to their small takeout dinners that had somehow turned into dates with their frequency. but cooking for her changed the situation. it felt more intimate, kylian wanted to put a genuine smile on her face again. show what it could be like if she let go but she couldn’t. she had gone one step forward just to be put back three steps back again.
“i’m impressed,” amara complimented him as she flipped the chicken, the crusty, golden-brown colour taking the surface. “this looks delicious.”
“told you so,” he bragged, pride flowing through his body. he turned off the stove, and placed the cooked chicken next to a bowl of rice along with some cooked vegetables that he had put into the oven.
she gratefully accepted her plate, instantly taking a bite since her desire for food was taking over her whole mind. a wide grin spread across her face as she savored the delicious creation. “i’m in love with this.”
a prideful expression appeared on his face, happy to have brought the smile back on her face. he noticed that she seemed calmer again. the person she just talked too must have calmed her down again, amara seemed at easiness now.
he had poured everything into this meal. she would never know that he had called his mother after the cooking accident and asked her to teach him some cooking basics. he had wanted to give back to her, to show her that he didn’t take her cooking for him when he was over for granted. it would forever be his secret but it was worth it, if it meant sitting here, talking to her and watching her laugh as she ate.
conversation flowed easily between them as they ate. the gloomy and sad atmosphere seemed to disappear replaced with a warm and comfortable air. it also surprised her how habitual everything had become. having dinner with kylian had become so natural for her, she couldn’t even imagine having dinner alone anymore. they had created a rhythm to their life together.
after they had finished eating and amara had placed the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, she followed kylian to the counter, where the french striker had made himself comfortable on one of the leather stools. he instantly smirked once he recognized the hoodie she was wearing, the one he had given her before his away match.
“am i ever going to get my hoodie back?” he asked her in an amusing tone.
she looked at him with an incredulous expression, raising an eyebrow. “since when do people reclaim their given things?” she scolded him lightly. “it keeps me way too warm to give it back to you.”
amara would never admit to him that the reason she loved his hoodie was because it smelled like him. it still possessed his scent like the day he had given it to her.
“i could just give you another one,” he suggested, earning an eye-roll from amara.
“you could also just buy the same one again if you miss it so much. i mean, what else do you do with your 80 million euro contract?”
he shrugged her question off, waving dismissively. “tu sais quoi?" he retorted sarcastically, “keep it. i don’t want it anymore.” — you know what?
she laughed as he pouted, leaning her head down on the shoulder. surrounded by music and soft melodies coming out of the famous bluetooth box, the pair was engrossed in a conversation, their usual banter filled with humor and sarcasm. all of sudden the soft strains and first tact’s of stevie wonder’s “i just called to say i love you” began to play out of the box. she was surprised he had it in her playlist, considering he wasn’t the type to like old, classic love songs.
his eyes developed a mischievous glimmer, sparkling nearly — one of the most beautiful things amara had seen on a person. the french striker lifted himself from the stool, starting to move to the beat while staring at amara with such an intensity, yearning and desiring to create another intimate moment of them. show her what they could be if she let herself fall, if she came back to the steps they had made already. all that through the simple act of swaying.
confusion grew on her face as she suddenly extended his hand to her, waiting for her to join him. she hesitated, reluctant as she knew she would embarrass herself when she would tell kylian she didn’t know how to. as his expectance grew, amara sighed before confessing, “je connais pas danser comme ça.” — i don’t know how to dance like that
“how come? i mean aren’t you a dancer mainly?” kylian asked curiously. “i thought singing was the sidething that you discovered?”
she arched an eyebrow. “did you read my wiki page?” she questioned him, smirking.
he rolled his eyes, glad that his skin wasn’t lighter or else he would have matched the color of a tomato. “only parts,” he admitted quietly and then pointed at her shocked. “don’t try to change the subject here. why can’t you slow-dance?”
sighing again and swallowing the lump in her throat, she replied in a somewhat gloomy voice, “because i’ve never slow-danced in my life. i missed my prom because i was sick and evan hated dancing. wherever we were, weddings, events, he didn’t like it. and i never needed it for any of my choreos, so i thought it wasn’t important.”
a fond smile on his face, his gaze softened with his hand remaining extended. in some twisted way, he was thankful for evan — because of the many screw-ups, he was able to show amara what love could really be. create moments with her, that strengthened and bonded a relationship. “come on,” he told her, waving her over to him. “i’ll teach you. you can have as many dances as you want.”
without further hesitation, she placed her hand in kylian’s, her body immediately reacting to the act. their hands intertwined, with warmth and love radiating between their bodies, kylian started the song from new and began to guide the singer through the living room, a soft orange-yellow glow looming over them and illuminating every of their step.
she was scared at first, it was clear from the beginning. instead of looking at him, she focused too much on her feet, stumbling whenever she was unsure and got confused with the steps. but he was patient. “just let yourself unite with the music, feel it instead of trying to perfect steps. it comes naturally.”
“and i’m supposed to be the singer?” she retorted rhetorically, nonetheless she still accepted his advices, gazing into kylian’s eyes as they continued. it went better now — his presence and guide helped her find her own rhythm in the music and a few mishaps and wrong steps soon turned into growing confidence in her movements. when the tunes of “sexual healing” began, amara had learned to trust the guidance of kylian’s hands. here they stood, their bodies swaying to the soft tunes and bonding over their new-found trust for each other. the living room became a place with no worries but only themselves.
no money on earth could replace this moment for her. he didn’t realize but he was giving her so much more. kylian gave her the world. he was ready to let his be destroyed if it meant her happiness. he had proven to her so many times that he would be here, that he wouldn’t move. she had been emotional and vulnerable in front of him and he still wanted her. she didn’t know, kylian would always want her.
as the evening descended, the two continued to dance to old, timeless love songs, time holding still for them. hours passed as they swayed to different songs. after a good one and a half hour spent teaching amara how to dance, they collapsed on the couch, both out of breath from the all the dancing.
“since when were you such a dancer?”
“i’m not. but my parents used to dance to this sometimes when i was a child before they divorced.” he replied, the memory putting a smile on his face.”
“you should stick to it. after getting to know your music taste and hearing you sing, dancing is definitely the better choice as a back-up career.” she retorted mockingly.
his face scrunched up, offended by her statement. “i’ll have you know that music and me work perfectly. i can even play some intrusments.”
“as if,” amara replied, raising an eyebrow. “you, mr. i have to do everything at lightening speed, had the patience to learn an instrument. i’ll believe it when i die.”
instead of replying to her, kylian grabbed her hand pulled her up. he dragged amara to the next room, knowing a majestic black piano would be waiting for them there. his face lit up with delight, loving how he would he not only be able to impress her but also prove her wrong. he loved proving people wrong.
a sly grin on his face, he placed his fingers on the ivory/white keys. she was intrigued, she wouldn’t lie about that but her sceptism hadn’t completely turned into curiosity. still, the fact that kylian was able to connect with music made him even more attractive in her eyes.
amara would have liked a warning. a breathtaking, gorgeous melody sounded through the room the moment kylian began to play. his fingers flew effortlessly over the keys, as if he had played his entire life long. she was instantly captivated by the enchanting melody, her sceptism immediately replaced with awe and adoration.
and all of sudden, her head was filled with lyrics. words that weren’t wording became genuine, breathtaking lyrics for a song. if she didn’t write her ideas and sentences down now, she would forget them.
“this is gorgeous.” she exclaimed, interrupting kylian, the latter jumping up instantly at the sound of his name. he had been so focused on playing, he hadn’t noticed the spark in her eyes but he saw it now clearly. “just wait here, i’ll be back in a second.” she told the french striker, walking out of the room.
she came back a few minutes later with a pen and her notebook, where she wrote down all her new song ideas. she quickly flicked through the book, looking quickly for a new blank page. since kylian’s arrival in her life, motivation was flowing constantly. and she was so ready to use it after such a long drought.
“now play it again.” she ordered him excitingly. “je ne sais pas ou t’as pris cette melodie mais je l’adore. J’ai besoin d’elle.” — i don't know where you got that melody but i love it, i need it.
he smirked at her urgence. “see, je le t’avais dit. i’m a pro at this.” — see, i told you so
“will you play it again, if i tell you, i should have never doubted you?” amara inquired, impatient to write her thoughts down. somehow after having been so vulnerable in front of him, she didn’t feel the need to hide anything from him anymore. she was fine, exposing her heart on a sleeve towards him. giving him the five percent she had never given anyone but always kept to herself.
“wouldn’t hurt to hear this one more time.”
“ky, i’m sorry i ever doubted you. je te promets, à partir de maintenant, j’aurai toujours confiance en toi. now play please.” — i promise, i’ll never doubt you again, from now on i’ll always trust you
he chuckled, pleased with his success. he obliged and continued to play the previous melody over and over, his fingers sliding gracefully across the keys. amara let herself down on the floor next to him, furiously scribbling notes as kylian played.
in silent screams
in wildest dreams
i never dreamed of this
the lyrics were flowing out of her, her mind radiating motivation. kylian played soft tones that matched her feelings, matched the way she felt about him. how he changed her perspective on love. showed her that it could be so much more than just pain and suffering. she had experienced bad love with evan and was now experiencing all the good things with kylian.
This love is good
This love is bad
This love is alive back from the dead
they both knew, they still had to make some steps. steps that the article and her insecurity had pushed back. but like so often, music created connections. a bond between her creativity and his musical power.
he was there for her whenever she needed him. ready to pull her up whenever something had knocked her down. when she lost control of her own life, lost herself he was ready to navigate her, remind her who she was. somehow his timing was always perfect. it was shown when he appeared today, just in time for her heavy panic attack.
in losing grip
On sinking ships
You showed up just in time
and so, they spend their evening with kylian playing various melodies he had learned on the piano and her using that to give her brain inspiration and writing her song. a simple sarcastic exchange had lead them to this moment, a collaboration that made them find out how much music could create everlasting moments and firsts.
This love came back to me
she had lost love, hadn’t truly felt its feeling and sensations and he had brought it back to her. but she wouldn’t lie and say evan had only been bad. only problem with him had been that he had destroyed her in the end. still she could, would rise from all that.
maybe her reputation was at its worst for the moment — but kylian liked her for her. that was all that mattered.
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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — in which fans finally have a big break and get one step closer to finding the one who helped amara imani shine again
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THE HUNT HAS FINALLY COME TO AN END! After recent discoveries, fans have finally made their break-through in the amara search and found the new man in Amara Imani’s life. And surprisingly it’s none other than PSG-star player Kylian Mbappé.
The Imani Nation (newest name of Amara Imani fans) were able to link the football player to the singer after deeply analysing her lyrics in her songs from her new album. And now that we think about it, Imani had made it really easy for us to find her man if we only listened well enough to her.
Fans were able to detect that in her song “I think he knows”, the singer talks about her beloved living in 16th avenue, which happens to be the “rumoured” address of the star football player. And to make it even easier for us, Imani’s released single “Paris” practically tells us everything we need to know.
We also have confirmation that Amara Imani was in attendance at a psg match against Ligue 1 side Toulouse. And not only did Paris win their match but highlight was of course Kylian Mbappe's new celebrations after scoring twice. The french player swayed away from his usual celebration and drew a heart with his fingers before firing it into the direction of the public stands. For his second goal, he had lifted his shirt where fans were able to read the phrase, “told you so,” which we all assume was directed at her. Whether this was them officialising their relationship is still unknown to us.
What practically confirms their relationship though is the small soft launch that the couple did each on their side. Imani had accidentally posted a picture of a man, resembling Mbappé before deleting the story quickly— and that just minutes after Kylian Mbappé had posted a story of him at dinner with a girl. There’s also the dress that raises a lot of suspicion as we all recognise it from the award gala three years ago when it adorned Amara Imani’s body.
Are we expecting the newest couple of the year?
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𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀’𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — in which a new era begins and losts of secrets will be released along with teases: welcome in amara imani’s renaissance
𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 — @aechii @charlesleclerciatheloveofmylife @locedes @lorarri
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AMARA IMANI’S RENAISSANCE HAS OFFICIALLY BEGUN! Not only did the nigerian singer create some havoc in her fan bases with her last two singles (thank u, next; in my head) but she completely broke the world when she announced the incoming of her new album mon amour.
of course, the news not only announced her official comeback but she also confirmed that she was not done with her career and the music industry. Though the expectations are high now — it’s not only her fan base that is expecting her, nearly every one is. after all, her second album was rather forgettable in comparison to her first one. And adding to that, the amount of scandals, the singer left the world with: all eyes will be on her and expecting her in these coming days.
What might be feeling her though could be that her ex-boyfriend Evan Henderson and partner Kaia Gerber are seen less and less in public which might be normal for some but not for us — not after witnessing their honeymoon phase that lasted for over five months.
And might we add, that this is only the beginning of her better days. whereas two years ago Imani declined to perform her song at the grammys, sources are claiming that she will be the one to open them along and apparently, a headline for coachella is also in the talking?
Those are big responsibilities to come for Imani — Will she be able to hold her end of the deal?
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username opening the Grammys and getting a headline for coachella in the same year is a bit much for a person who just came back. she’s clearly overrated
username thank u next was definitely a bop and showed everyone who she was so I think she should manage everything
username either way people will critize and analyse her no matter what she does so, we’ll just see i guess.
𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑
𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌
𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚.𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢
amara.imani for the time you gave me flowers
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graceywood i did not approve of this promo, stop spoiling the entire song
amara.imani oops
username JUST TELL US PLEASE WHO’S YOUR NEW BOYFRIEND?
username we promise we won’t stalk him or do any threatening
username the fact her new boyfriend is already five times better than evan and WE DON’T EVEN KNOW HIM
beyoncé i can’t wait for everybody to hear this masterpiece, very glad to have been a part
liyah_clark SEND ME ANOTHER TEASER PLEASE (charles stole my phone to listen to it and now the entire grid wants to hear more)
charles_leclerc it wasn’t my fault, i already told you lando stole my phone and then he gave it to daniel who made everyone listen
amara.imani did lewis listen to it
lewishamilton i did and i loved it. excited for more to come
amara.imani @liyah_clark i’ll send you the whole song
graceywood 😐
username i just wanna know which song this is so i can listen the shit out of it
username facts
arianagrande waiting for the release of it 💋
hermusicofficial glad to be a part of this journey
username if i die after listening to this album, i can say i died happily
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MON AMOUR IS OFFICIALLY ON WATTPAD
— firstly happy new year to everyone again and I hope everyone was able to enjoy. Mon amour is officially posted on wattpad and the rest of the chapters will follow as I still have to format them. you can find the story under my username @_kykydoyouloveme_
hope you enjoy for those who are rereading 🫶🏾 let’s hope 2024 will be a better year
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𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈 — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄
— 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: where you finally get to know amara imani and her story of success
— taglist: @aechii @cl16version @Ippi_d (the usernames in black are the ones where nothing was found)
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read the article to find out more about her…
𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀?
We all love the hits “mine”, “freakum dress”, “jealous” — they’ve all made it into our top songs this year, released by none other than rising singer Amara Imani. But who is the singer actually and why do we adore her so much?
Amara Imani Éwandé is a Cameroonian singer, songwriter and dancer. Nicknames as “Princess of Pop& RnB”, she has been gaining fame quickly, rising with rapidity to the top of the music industry.
Imani started her career on a feature on the single “Brown Skin Girl” for Beyoncé’s Lion King Album when she was 20 years old. The latter had often praised the girl, saying “Imani reminded her of her young self”. Before that, the Cameroonian singer used to upload various covers of songs like “halo”, “saving all my love” and “just the way you are”. For a short time, the singer had joined a band but their hiatus after a year saw the chance for her own chance in the music industry.
𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐑:
Amara Imani Éwandé was born on October 7, 1999 in Douala. Cameroon to a Nigerian mom and Cameroonian dad. At the age of seven, she moved to London, UK as her dad got a job as Ingenieur there. Imani competed from a young age on in art competition, primarily in dancing, winning a lot of trophies.
So how exactly did our queen switch to pop? And what makes her so special for us, so important that we go whenever she drops a single?
Imani launched her singing career at the age of 15 after sustaining a fatal injury to her knee that stopped the development of her dancing career. The singer had often said that dancing had been her career and she had only started singing as a side hobby. Imani gained her fame and platform in 2016, when she began posting videos of herself singing covers of popular songs on YouTube after her music group disbanded. In 2018 she gained the attention of Beyoncé, who had mentioned her account in an interview, praising the young girl. Her singing career took off from then on.
The singer was approached by several record labels but refused any offers, preferring to keep her career low for the beginning. She resurfaced in the music industry a year later in 2019, when she partnered with Beyoncé and Wizkid on the song “Brown Skin Girl” for Beyoncé’s Lion King Album. After that, she signed under the record label Universal Music Group.
After the success of Brown Skin Girl, Imani gained presence in the music industry world wide. She then began working on her first single followed by her first album. The popular song “Motivation” was her first release, topping the charts for a few weeks. Imani had said after the announcement of her first single “my music will be a mix of pop and R&B because this is what I grew up with. I’m trying to create new things with the two genres.”
“Slow Motion” counts as her second release with singer AMARIA BB as feature. Even though the song went
But let’s just sway away from the facts and focus on her influence. With the appearance of Amara Imani, many doors of new genre mixes were opened. Who would have thought that pop and R&B went together. We have danced to Taylor Swift with her beautiful pop songs and sung our hearts out to Beyoncé’s iconic R&B ballads but we have never seen both in one. It was only a question of time that the young singer was given the name of “our next Bey”. With the release of her first album, Imani was able to break some of the records the Beyoncés had broken. the album “This is her” managed to stay in the top 10 of the charts for more than 25 weeks, a new record for rookie artists in the music business.
And songs like “diva” or freakum dress” proved Imani’s point what she was trying to achieve in the music world.
And let’s not forget her success off-stage. Especially in her romantic life, Imani was responsible for some big headlines after getting cozy with millionaire heir Evan Henderson. The latter had already expressed his interest in her music and often praised the girl, we quote “I love her music, she just gets it and manages to reinvent music. Definitely my favourite artist.”
The pair officially met at the launch of the new beauty collection of Sephora in 2021, one of the first events after the long quarantine. Till today, the couple is going strong but went through many on-off phases between summer and winter 2022. Close sources say, wedding bells are ringing and he is planning on popping the question. Our next Jay-Z and Beyoncé? We can confirm at least that we have found our next rising Queen B.
𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 — amara imani (amara: grace, kindness)
𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 — normani kordei
𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 — cameroon / nigeria
𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 — black
𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 — andré éwande (father, cameroon), taraji imani (mother, nigeria), cynthia éwandé (adoptive)
— amara has a bachelor in engineering & business (she was studying while she gained fame and developed her career)
𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒓 — singer, songwriter, dancer
𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 — Amara speaks five languages (French, English, Spanish, fèfè, igbo)
𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚 — libra (sun), capricorn (moon), cancer (rising)
𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 — amara plays the piano and guitar but prefers the piano (used to play the violin but stopped in 6th grade)
𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 — art, fashion, reading, songwriting, rollerskating, cooking, dancing, hiking, swimming
𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 — everything, amara can listen to r&b on some days and to old classics like marvin gaye on other days
𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒔 — amara used to have a hen and a dog when she was younger since that was normal in cameroon but when she moved, she left them back
𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅 — beignet-haricots (a cameroonian dish which consists of beans mixed in a tomato-kind of sauce with beignets which are soft, sweet fried buns)
-- for dessert amara prefers cupcakes and has a profound love of churros
-- favorite ice cream flavour: cookies (a mix of biscuit and cookie dough
𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌 — smoothies — Amara could die for them, she is definitely the kind of person to spend 5€ on a smoothie just because she tried it once
𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓 — she has several, it depends, Amara loves purple but she knows she looks best in gold
𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆 — how to lose a guy in 10 days
𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅 — Mercedes (she does not know why but somehow the German car brand has made into her heart)
𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 — Football! Amara is a huge football fan, she also loves formula 1 because it was the only thing her father could manage back then as sport entertainment (they had enough money but time was never in their favour and they missed important matches)
𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 — Amara is a huge Lewis Hamilton supporter. She grew up supporting him with her dad and has made it very clear that she looks up to the British race but they have never met before
— Amaras favorite team is Liverpool but that is only because her dad supported it and she has never thought of supporting someone else than the team her dad supported.
𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 — varies from time to time but for the moment it’s ALL MINE by Brent Faiyaz
𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 — straight
𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔 — she / her
𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔 — outgoing, optimistic, friendly
𝒏𝒆𝒖𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔 — organized,
𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔 — too naive sometimes, loud, stubborn
𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 — Amara is a very outgoing person and a huge extrovert. She can do sometimes come across as too nice but she is just a huge sunshine who grew up with a huge amount of love and kindness and wants to share it
3 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — family, friends, music
𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 — definitely cameroon, Amara grew up there and even though it is a third world country, Amara wouldn’t trade it for anywhere
𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒍 — Michelle Obama, her mother, Beyoncé
𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 — 7 (because it’s her birthday number and the number of Harry Potter books)
𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 — find a balance between being successful and having her own peace of mind
𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀:
sorry — beyoncé
7 rings — ariana grande
r.e.m. — ariana grande
b.s. — jhené aiko ft. h.e.r.
me, myself and i — beyoncé
girls need love — summer walker
this is me trying — taylor swift
vip — aya nakamura
all mine — brent faiyaz
stop this flame — celeste
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CHAPTER NINE IS OUT, ONE MORE TILL WE REACH THE EPILOGUE — ENJOY
(yes, tumblr is screaming with my tags again and it’s sad that I can’t reach the people I want)
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since tumblr decided to mess with my tags, here’s a reminder that chapter five of Mon Amour is up
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