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𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 - 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞 (𝟓)

𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃

he fell first but she fell harder

𝙊𝙍

two young adults become neighbors in the most romantic city in the world

pairing: kylian mbappé x fem!oc (brielle healy)

warnings: not proofread, nsfw read at your own risk

chapters 21-25

wc: 3.9k

- July 3 2019 -

"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑." Kylian said as he wrapped his arms around Brielle's waist, pressing a kiss to her exposed shoulder. The girl hummed has a she closed her eyes, resting her head against his shoulder as his mouth now moved over to her neck, leaving small kisses. Just as their lips were about to connect, a soft knock came from the door of the changing room.

"We're ready for you, miss Healy." The assistant of the photographer said, lucky for the Los Angeles native, the whole crew spoke English this time, making her let out a sigh of relief as soon as she walked in. At her reaction, Kylian couldn't help but laugh, realizing that he was seriously going to need to teach her the language.

"Coming!" The girl responded before pecking the boy's lips and slipping out of his arm and out of the room. The Mbappé followed behind, sitting on a stool a member of the crew had told him to sit on earlier. The footballer couldn't help but smile as she watched the model posing for the camera. When they had done their shoot together, it took him almost a full hour to stop being awkward, and the way she moved so gently and elegantly in front of the camera completely blew his mind.

Forty minutes later, the boy found himself waiting right outside Brielle's changing room, waiting patiently on his phone for her, not paying attention to what was going on around him. So when he went a hand grab a hold of his forearm and pulling him backwards, it's safe to say it got scared.

"Holy shit!" He exclaimed as the girl closed the door, wrapping her arms around his neck after. As soon as he realized what had happened, Kylian calmed himself down before wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his chest and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Scared me." He mumbled as she leaned on her sideways on his chest, his lips against the top of her head as his eyes stared at the two of them in the mirror. A smile grew on his face as he noticed how peaceful she looked with her eyes closed, a grin plastered on her face.

"I want you to be my girlfriend." The boy whispered against the top of her head after a couple of seconds of silence.

"Huh?" The girl said, not having heard what the boy had said, making her look up at him. The boy smiled down at her before pressing a soft, gentle kiss to her lips.

"I want you to be my girlfriend." He repeated against her lips once they had pulled away, making the Healy girl bit back a smile.

"And I want you to be my boyfriend." She whispered as they stared into each other's eyes, smiles on both of their faces before their lips met again.

"Does this mean I can introduce you as my girlfriend to my parents tomorrow?" Kylian asked in a low voice once the two of them pulled away once again, this time a little out of breath. The Healy girl nodded with a wide smile before pulling him closer, both of them smiling into the kiss as they enjoyed their moment together.

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kenzie.turner literally how are you real??

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user49 @user102 RIGHT LIKE WHAT DOES HE MEAN?? HE SAW THESE BEFORE US???

user57 the freckles-- omg

- July 4 2019 -

"𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍, 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐒, 𝐎𝐔𝐕𝐑𝐄!" 𝐀 loud voice yelled from the other side of Kylian's front door, making the two twenty years old jump a bit. The two of them were currently sitting on the couch, the boy having come back from training only minutes ago, as they watched some show they found on Netflix. [Kylian, buddy, open up!]

"I'll be right back, chérie." Kylian whispered, pressing a kiss to the girl's temple before pushing himself up from the couch. A groan left Brielle's mouth at the sudden wave of cold under the blanket, making the boy chuckle a bit. Soon, she heard the door open as well as the two men talking to each other in French, meaning the girl had no clue what was going on.

"Sorry 'bout that." Kylian said a couple of minutes later when he walked back into the living room, falling back into his spot as Brielle threw the blanket over him and snuggled close to him.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, it was just Presko. You remember him, right? Plays for PSG and the French team."

"Mhm." The girl hummed, her eyes slowly closing as she felt herself relax in the arms of her boyfriend.

"He wanted to go out tonight, told him no, and then he kept begging me to go. Fucking idiot." Kylian explained with a soft laugh at the end, making the Healy girl smile to herself.

"When are we leaving?" The girl asked, the two of them were supposed to go meet with the boy's family later that night.

"About that... Something came up with Ethan, like schedule problem or something, so we'll have to reschedule." Kylian told her, his hand slowly going back and forth on the side of her hair, playing with some pieces here and there.

"Then why'd you say no to--"

"I wanna spend time with you. The season's starting soon and we'll have less time together, Bri. And then you're gonna be busy being the amazing model you are, and then we'll barely have time to see each other! Like, what happens when we won't be able to see each other for like a week? How am I supposed to go that long without seeing you?" He said seriously, making his girlfriend laugh a bit at how dramatic he was being.

"Kyky, baby, calm down. We're neighbors, it's not like we live on the opposite side of the city, we're right next to each other. Plus, most of my shoot are gonna be when you have practice, so everything's is going to be okay, alright?" Brielle cut him off, placing both of her hands on his cheek and pressing a kiss to his lips after. Kylian sighed a bit before nodding his head and leaning in, connecting their lips together once again.

"Can we..." The girl started as she pulled away from the boy's lips, only they were back on hers in a heartbeat, making groan before pushing him away, a chuckle slipping past his lips.

"Can we go see the Eiffel tower tonight, please?" She asked with a smile, making the boy look at her in aw.

"Bien sure, mon amour. But, we're having a cute little dinner at mine first."

"Do I need to change?" She asked quickly, her eyes growing wide as she looked down at what she was wearing, which was pretty much only his clothe.

"No, you look good like that."

"Are you saying I don't look good when I'm not like this?" She joked, raising an eyebrow at him, making the boy smile before he pressed a kiss to her lips.

"No, you always look good. It's just that you look better when you're wearing my clothes, that's all." He said softly, his eyes looking straight into her as she bit back a smile and a red tint took over her cheeks.

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"𝐊𝐘𝐊𝐘, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐄, 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 here." The girl said she heled her phone, snapping a quick picture of the boy as his head turned to look at her with a smile on his face, one that was only there when he was around her.

"Bri." He whined once he realized what had happened, making the girl laugh before sending the picture to him. The new couple was currently sitting near the Eiffel tower, just like the girl had asked earlier, a wide smile on her face a she sat down behind the wheel of Kylian's car barely an hour ago. Their night was filled with pictures being taken every second almost, kisses pretty much every minute and hugs here and there, before the two of them headed back to their building, slowly drifting off to sleep in the other's arm.

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briellehealy wowowow look at the view! wait, is that a turtle i see...?

k.mbappe @briellehealy ur not funny 😐

briellehealy whoever took that picture is probably like the most amazing person ever

user49 is she saying what i think she's saying...?

user03 @user49 she for sure is kylian liked her comment too...

user302 no cause if they are together i will yell !!

user87 @user302 future parents

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- August 4 2019 -

"𝐊𝐘𝐊𝐘!" 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 yelled out as the boy walked into his apartment, a smile forming on his face at the sight of his girlfriend running into his arms, a small grunt leave his mouth as she threw herself into his arms, a laugh leaving her mouth. The boy had just came back from China, where the PSG team had been for the last week or so, meaning this was the first time the couple was spending that much time apart and that far away from the other.

"Hi, chérie." Kylian mumbled as he dropped his bags to the floor, his arms wrapping around Brielle's shoulder as he leaned his chin on the top of her head, her perfume fulling his nose, bringing him a feeling of comfort.

"I missed you." The girl admitted as she tried to pushed her head further into his chest, making the boy chuckle a bit.

"I missed you, too."

"You're never allowed to leave me for that long ever again!" She said sternly as she looked up at her boyfriend, making him scoff a bit, a bright smile still present on his face.

"Chérie, I was barely gone for a week." He answered with a slight chuckle making the girl's look at him with a stern look.

"And? I've been all alone for the past week. The only people I've interacted with are barista's and the cute little lady next door. Plus, my bed's been all cold ever night, it gets lonely." She sassed back, making the boy shake his head a bit.

"Well, I am all yours for the next 24 hours." Kylian whispered before leaning in and connecting his lips with hers. Soon, the two of them made their way to the couch, their lips still stuck together and the boy slowly sat down, bringing his girlfriend along with him. Brielle's thighs were resting next to his as her arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him close as one of his hands made its way to the side of her neck and the other resting on her ass.

Just as Kylian's lips were about to leave hers to make their way to her neck, Brielle's phone suddenly went off, making the two of them groan as their lips slowly parted. The girl looked over at her phone, only to see it was Mike calling her, making her look over at her boyfriend with an apologetic look before getting off his lap.

"I have to take this, it's Mike. I'm sorry, Kyky." She spoke as she picked up her phone and went over to his bedroom, closing the door behind herself. A couple of minutes later, the girl walked back out, a giant smile on her face.

"What's up with the smile?" Kylian asked his girlfriend with a smile of his own as she walked over to him, sitting back down on his lap.

"Mike wants to know if you want to do another shoot with me tomorrow. I already told him yes, so, you're kinda stuck doing it anyways."

"Of course you did." Kylian said with a laugh, making the Healy girl slightly hit his shoulder.

"Also, there's this like event next week, I didn't really understand what it is, but I want you to come with me, pretty please." Brielle said with a bright smile. The Mbappé pretended to think about it for a bit before nodding his head, and barely a second later his lips were back on hers. The couple eventually made their way to his bedroom, where their clothes were one by one thrown around the room.

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- August 12 2019 -

"𝐇𝐄𝐘, 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑, 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆?" Kylian asked as he wrapped his arms around his girlfriend's waist, leaning his chin down on her shoulder, their eyes meeting in the bathroom mirror in front of them.

"Just, nervous, I guess." The girl answered in a low voice as she leaned herself backward against his chest. Kylian's lips pressed a soft kiss to her naked shoulder blade, making the girl hum in happiness.

"You're stressing yourself out for nothing, chérie. Everything's going to be okay, I'll be with you the whole night." The Mbappé boy whispered in her ear, making the Healy girl nod her head slightly.

"I know. But, it's just, this is like our first time going out together like this, and I don't know, it scares me?" She questioned herself as one of her hands reached for the back of his neck, her thumb softly rubbing his skin.

"Bri, I promise you, everything's going to be okay. And if ever it's too much for you, we'll leave, okay? I'll be right next to you the whole time." The boy promised as he pressed a kiss to her cheek, then to her neck, and finally to her shoulder again.

"I love you, you know that." The girl admitted, her head leaning to the side a bit so they were face to face. A loving smile grew on the boy's face as he looked down at her with nothing but love and admiration for the girl in front of him. This was the first time either of them had ever said those words out loud, making butterflies erupt in his stomach. Even thought he didn't know her at the time, ever since his eyes landed on her the day she moved in, Kylian knew she was the one for him. Maybe it was a stupid thing to say, but the moment he walked into that elevator, something inside him felt different.

"And I love you." He answered softly before leaning in and pressing a kiss to her lips, a smile growing on the girl's face as their lips moved together.

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"𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘!" 𝐓𝐇𝐄 Healy girl whined as she leaned against the boy's chest, making him laugh a bit.

"We're almost home, mon amour." The boy whispered back as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, keeping her close as the elevator started making it's way up.

"Good, because I think I would fall asleep here if we stayed like this for too long." She mumbled against his chest as her arms wrapped around his chest.

"Can you turn around?" Kylian asked, his hands fixing his blazer that was currently resting on the girl's shoulder. His words made the Brielle let out a groan before looking up at him.

"But I'm comfy like this."

"Pretty please, I wanna take a picture of us." He asked with puppy dog eyes, something he knew the girl couldn't say no to.

"Fine." She answered lowly before turning herself around so her back was against his chest. The Mbappé boy quickly took out his phone as they approached their floor, quickly snapping a couple of pictures before the doors opened. He reached his hand up for her to grab with a smile on his face, making the girl roll her eyes with a smile of her own before grabbing his hand.

Their hands swayed up and down way more than they normally should be, but it was something the girl loved to do when they held hands. One time, they almost hit someone that was walking behind, getting cursed at in French by the old man, something that the girl didn't care about because who was he to tell her what to do with her life, right? But Kylian didn't exactly have the same reaction, embarrassed by what had happened especially since the man had recognized him. So, from that moment on, Kylian made a rule that they'd only do that when no one else was around them, something the girl wasn't exactly fund of, but she respected his decision.

"Kyky, I don't think I am gonna make it to the bed." The girl admitted as the two of them stood in front of her front door, Kylian struggling to find the right key to open the door.

"You will, chérie, don't worry." The boy answered with a laugh as he finally opened the door, only when he looked back down, Brielle's eyes were closed. He tapped her shoulder a couple of times, calling her name as well, only he got no answered. He shook his head a bit, a slight chuckle leaving his mouth before picking her up bride style and carrying her into her home.

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- August 13 2019 -

𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 back of his head as Brielle bounced on top of his thighs, his hands gripping her hips harshly as he guided her up and down, chasing his orgasm. Brielle's hands were resting on the top of his bare shoulder blades, her nails digging into his skin whenever he hit that one spot inside of her.

"C'est ça bébé, continue, tu m'fais sentir si bien avec ta ptite chatte serrée." The boy moaned as he felt his orgasm getting closer and closer, the girl accelerating her hips at his words. [That's it baby, keep going, making me feel so good with that thight little pussy.]

"Fuck, Kyky, I am so close!" The girl mumbled as she let her head drop against the boy's neck. Letting her body loose as she let him take control of her hips fully, his hips coming up to meet hers in the middle. The sound of their skin meeting along with their moans and whimpers the only thing being heard in the small bedroom until Kylian let out a loud groan, his hands keeping Brielle's hips firmly against his, as he emptied himself inside the condom.

The girl's hips started to moved back and forth on top of him, chasing her own high, which she quickly achieved as one her boyfriend's hand had found it's way to her clit, rubbing it just the way she liked her. A loud moan of his name leaving her mouth as clenched around him, whimpers leaving her mouth as she came down from her high.

"You okay?" The Mbappé boy asked after a couple of minutes, the only thing that could be heard before that being their heavy breaths.

"I'm fucking fantastic, Ky." The girl answered with a loopy smile as she pulled her head away from his neck, pressing a kiss to his lips after.

"I have to leave soon, chérie." He whispered as she leaned her forehead against his, a whine leaving her mouth.

"No."

"Mon coeur, you know that if I could I'd stay right here with you forever, but I have practice and I can't be late again." He explained, pressing kisses to her face here and there every once in a while. The Healy girl was about to answer him, but a loud knock echoed in the room as her mouth opened to talk.

"Are you two horndogs done? Kyky we have to leave soon!" Neymar's voiced yelled from the other side of the door, making the two young adults groan.

"Why is he always here?" Brielle asked harshly as she slowly pushed herself up, separating herself from the boy beneath her. Kylian laughed a bit before pushing himself out of the bed, as Brielle fell flat against it, her head hitting the pillow making a loud noise.

"Give us a sec!" The French native yelled back as he walked over to his dresser, pulling out a pair of boxers and a hoodie and throwing them over to his girlfriend before getting himself dressed in some clothes.

"Finally! I've been waiting for like fucking forever, my ears are traumatized!" Neymar complained once Kylian opened his bedroom door, making the two other roll their eyes.

"Bro, why didn't you just leave?" Kylian asked annoyed as he sat on the edge of the bed, slipping his shoes off.

"Too lazy. Hi, Bri, love the new look!" The older man exclaimed once his eyes caught Brielle's, referring to her messy hair earning himself a middle finger. Neymar chuckled as Kylian walked over to his girlfriend, pressing a kiss to her forehead then to her lips and her forehead again.

"I'll be back soon. I love you."

"Je t'aime." The California native answered with a smile as pressed a kiss to his lips, Neymar gagging making the two twenty years old roll their eyes once again.

"Bye, Bri Bri!" The Brazilian man said with an overly happy smile as Kylian pushed him out of the room. Brielle faked a smile and waved at him as her boyfriend closed to the door, mumbling a small 'sorry' to her.

"Bro, choking?" Neymar teased his younger best friend with a smirk on his face, something Kylian didn't feel like dealing with right now. The red hand mark on the girl's neck was something he noticed way before her messy hair, or the small red spots on Kylian's neck.

"Shut up and look where you're going." The twenty year old mumbled as he pushed his best friend forward, making a loud laugh leave Neymar's mouth as the two of them made their way down the hallway.

"And give me that extra key back, will you?"

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messingwithjocks · 27 days

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Pulled by the ears in the stocks

#punishment #medieval #dumb jock #ear pulling #pillory #ai #cute guys #shawn #ross #liam #neymar

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getting-messi · 1 year

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Y’all keep acting like once Messi and that criminal retire, football is going to magically go back to how it was

When the reality is that those fans are just going to migrate to supporting another player that the media props up.

Now that they’re lord and saviour is no longer relevant, Ronald McDonald fans are fully pushing the Mbappé agenda😐

#and it’s looking like Mbappe and Haaland now #but if it wasn’t obvious by the wc final it’s obvious now that the crook is in Saudi #it’s kind of a dumb narrative considering the fact that Mbappe and Messi are teammates yet people are putting them against each other like?#I’m sorry Mbappe is a great player but there are ACTUALLY people out here saying that he could retire now and be known as a goat #like y’all need to stop overhyping the kid before he becomes a Neymar 2.0 #Haaland May never win a World Cup but the kid intrigues me much more #I may have to start watching city games #I saw that video of him mocking a player and 🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Literally was telling my mom how, despite avoiding him like the plague the whole match, they're gonna start passing to him out of desperation in the final minutes, expecting him to get an equalizer or a winner. It's so infuriating like???

SAY THATTT messi always has to pull something out of his magic hat to put his name on the scoresheet and it is infuriating that they're reducing lionel andrés messi to THIS. genuinely makes my blood boil bc you know they're going to be doing the same thing in the next match even though messi keeps pulling them out of trouble just as they're on the brink of collapse time after time. and yet the french media and the stupid fucking stans have the audacity to accuse him of "ghosting" like yeah maybe if your players with the skills of a sunday league footy amateur but ego of a ten time ballon d'or winner actually passed the ball to him he wouldn't have to spend majority of the game just walking around you cunts! how do you expect the magician to perform his magic if you're going to deny him his tools!

#and galtier i stfg every match messi saves his career he's quick to shower him with praise but mf WE SEE YOU #if you trust messi sm why aren't you instructing your players to pass him the fucking ball you dumb fuck???#like listen nothing against mbappe but this club is His they all try to feed the ball to him #while messi has to not only play attack but also midfield at the same time. they're abusing his kindness atp #other than neymar no one wants to give him the ball it genuinely irritates me like who are you ppl??????????#want messi to leave the club so bad but pep isn't getting over the breakup anytime soon it seems #and with the threat of mls looming over messi's head idek what messi fc is supposed to do but watch him get denied the ball in every match #it's like they're actively working to make sure he doesn't get the ballon d'or on god #asks

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soo0mi · 11 months

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🫂 ｡ﾟ⊹ you’ve built a home in my heart — a ni ki smau！ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 m. list !

— ni ki x reader !!

:: u got up at 2 am to get some snacks at the convenience store down the street. for your inconvenience, you quietly opened the door to meet a peculiar sight, someone trying to sleep on the floor across the hallway because their roommate has their gf over .. ?

“ i guess i'll lend you my couch for the night. ” ☆

pairing // non - idol ! ni ki x non - idol ! reader

— i mostly used @ sullendin on ig for yn !!

warnings ? swearing, kys jokes, playful bullying, nothing much atm !!

status : ongoing !

taglist : open !

profiles :: hoe life or no life || enhypen

01. microwaved strawberries…?📝

02. mission ‘find his socials’ is a go !!

03. munch munch munncchh?? {pt1}

-> 03. munch munch munncchh?? {pt2}

04. a pretty stranger .. 📝

05. the feminine urge to frustrate a man

06. neymar jr #10 📝

07. goodnight lover ( loser ** )

08. not cheating on u yet

09. playing dumb ? 📝

10. drunk confessions 📝

11. nishimura dumbass riki📝

12. nishimura tloml riki ^///^

13. swimming beauty 📝

14. beating the bitch boy allegations

15.

adventures of ynki ‹𝟹 — YBAHIMH xtras !!

ni ki against the world ;c

drama queen ni_ki …

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pablitogavii · 7 months

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Panic

Everyone around you kept telling you 'he will cheat' or 'you'll never be enough for him' or 'he's probably thinking about those instagram models' and it was all you could think about.

What if they were right?? You were just a normal every day girl and Pablo had grown women on their knees for his attention. All of this was giving you so much anxiety!

"Good evening señora Y/l/n. How are you?" Pablo asked politely as your mom welcomed him inside smiling at his kindness. Unlike all your friends, your parents were very supportive of your relationship with the young football star.

"I'm doing pretty well Pablo, but Y/n is worrying me these days..she's barely eating and doesn't leave her room unless it's to go to school. I don't know what's wrong with my babygirl" woman said and Pablo got curious now also starting to worry what was going on since you haven't told him anything.

He's been busy last could of days preparing for champions league so you only had to face time before bed but you still didn't say something was bothering you.

"I will talk to her, don't worry. I am sure everything will be alright." Pablo smiled kindly walking upstairs where your room is at knocking at your door.

"Amor? Are you sleeping preciosa??" Pablo asked peeking into the dark room seeing you cuddled up on the bed with your phone in your hand highlighting your face.

"Pablo!!!" you said excitedly moving the blanket and opening your arms welcoming him in and he chuckled closing the door and laying besides you scooping you in his arms.

"How are you preciosa? Todo bien?" he said and you tried to fake a smile which he saw right through asking you the same question again making you sigh.

"Um..I'm feeling very anxious lately cariño.." you admit feeling tears collecting in your eyes already and he sits up a bit wanting to be able to look you in the eyes as you spoke.

"Why is that amorcito? Something happened at school or is it something about us?" he said and you got scared to answer. In your past relationship saying that something was wrong meant long hours of constant arguence.

"Um..it's nothing..don't worry about it Pablo" you try to dodge the subject but he wouldn't let you especially after hearing how worried your mom was about your health.

"If it makes you anxious, then it's something I want to worry about. It's alright, preciosa. You can tell me anything, I promise. Bueno?" he caressed you hair while speaking in a soothing tone that made you more relaxed.

"Um..everyone tells me that you will cheat..that I am not enough for you because you're a footballer..and..and I know that's not who you are but..I get scared..and then I panic" you were mumbling the last part afraid that Pablo will take offense but instead he held you tighter pulling your chin up and kissing your lips lovingly.

"Is this why you weren't eating and taking care of yourself huh princesa?" he asked holding your face gently and you nodded your head.

"And then..then I read today that Neymar cheated on his pregnant girlfriend for the second time because they sent it to me..so I just felt sick..and um I couldn't eat anything." you spoke feeling dumb for comparing someone else to Gavi who you knew loved you purely but constant pressures from the sides made you go crazy.

"Amor..listen to me. I know you're my smart girl and you already know this but every man is different and it also depends on the type of relationship he is in with a girl. Most of my friends don't want anything serious because they want that crazy lifestyle while they're young. Joder, I was the same until I met you at that coffee shop and you spilled tea into my lap..I fell in love with you amor. That's different from being attracted to you or thinking you're pretty. It's something worth staying loyal to and I would never do anything to hurt you my sweet girl..I could not bare it. All I want to do is hold you in my arms and protect you from their poisonous words!" Pablo finished hugging you tight and you sighed finally pushing those thought out of your mind and focusing on his words instead. You believed him completely, and you knew you both loved each other unconditionally.

"Are you mad at me now?" you ask fearfully looking up at his still very much soft eyes as he gave you a small smile.

"Why would I be mad amor?" he asked and once again your past relationship made you assume he would be toxic which he is not at all.

"Um..b..because I let them get into my head" you say and he shakes his head while kissing your forehead.

"No, I'm not mad because I get it. Hearing someone constantly saying something will happen makes you worried that it just might. They are jealous of us amor. They don't want us together because they can't have what we have with each other. But no way in hell am I going to let their poisonous words destroy the purest love i felt for someone in my life!" Pablo said and now you were the one who moved up and kissed his lips passionately.

"Neither will I...I'll stop talking to every single one of them. There is no one I care about more than you cariño. Tu eres mi vida." you say and Pablo kissed you again nodding his head in agreement.

"Whenever you need reassurance, just tell me preciosa..I will always give it to you." he promised and you smiled nodding your head and nuzzling it into his neck.

"Te amo Pablito.." you sigh in relief glad that was finally over and he was right there with you.

"Yo te amo muchisimo princesita" he said and the two of you cuddled up in silence for a few minutes. Shortly after, your stomach was rumbling and the two of you giggled because of it.

"Um..maybe we can have some dinner now??" you ask and he chuckled getting up and grabbing your head while walking downstairs.

"Mamá! I'm a bit hungry..is there any dinner" you say and the woman looked so relieved smiling at Pablo who nodded his head glad he could do something to help.

"Yes, it's done. And she already told us what you can eat on your diet, so don't you worry Pablo" she answered as you followed after her to the dinning room sitting at the table.

"Muchas gracias. Looks delicioso" Pablo said really loving the fact that he felt so comfortable with your family just as you do with his.

"Hopefully tastes the same! Bon appetite!" she said bringing the food while you and Pablo held hands underneath the table looking at each other longingly. It made you wonder how could you ever believe such stupid nonsense your fake friends told you.

It's really horrible what happened to Bruna again..I'm speechless but praying for her and her daughter to be finally happy <3

#pablo gavi x you #gavigif #gavi #fc barça #fc barcelona #fc barca #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi icons #pablo gavi #pablo martín páez gavira #pablo gavira #gavira #gavi paez #gavi x reader #gavi imagine #pablogavixreaderfluff #pablogavixreadersmut

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libraryofloveletters · 11 months

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Written In The Photos - Social Media Series

decided to take a little break from writing (I will still be writing after this, don’t worry!) but I didn’t want to leave you guys without content so I present the Written In The Photos series. each driver/player has a song and their post is inspired by said song :) I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed making it <3 // special thank you to my bestie @themandaloriansdiaries for all her help with song choices and all the cracked out convos we had to put it together.

Carlos Sainz Jr - Smooth Operator by Sade

late nights, jet leg and messed up sleep schedules lead to words spoken which would normally be kept to themselves.

Jack Grealish - Hot Girl Summer by Meg Thee Stallion

party after party, Jack seems to be spotted with the same girl over and over again.

Lewis Hamilton - Loveeeeeee Song by Rihanna and Future

he’s sick and tired of seeing you in private, he wants the world to know you’re his.

Sergio Ramos - Way 2 Sexy by Drake

working for a footballer isn’t easy, it’s even harder when everyone thinks you’re dating. ( footballer x pr manager)

Max Verstappen - Can We Still Friends by Tyler, The Creator

even the best of the friends can have falling outs, especially when you’re on opposites side of the track. (teammate/rival!reader)

Andy Robertson - I’m Still In Love With You by Sean Paul ft. Sasha and Jeremy Harding

so many years apart and you’re still in love with the same guy you’ve always been in love with.

Lance Stroll - Stuck With You by Ariana Grande

every relationship goes sour, except for the one you had with a certain brown eyed boy.

Pato O’Ward - Sunday Candy by Nico Segal

snapshots of love and life with the love of your life.

Jude Bellingham - P Power by Gunna ft Drake

young and in love, you two find yourselves making headlines more often than not.

Sebastian Vettel - Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado and Timberland

can’t keep his hands off you and can’t keep the flirty comments away. (redbull seb)

Kylian Mbappe - Hotel Room Service by Pitbull

secrets unravel when you’re caught together in spain.

Jenson Button - Money by Cardi B

diamonds are a girl’s best friend after all (sugar daddy!jenson)

Ruben Dias - Golden Hour by JVKE

you supported him through it all, it only made sense you were the one there in the end.

George Russell - London Boy by Taylor Swift

grey weather is a bit of a downer, unless you have someone by your side.

Bukayo Saka - Star Boy by The Weeknd

proud, proud, proud; you showed everyone just how proud you really were.

Mick Schumacher - Dark Red by Steve Lacy

he only has eyes for one girl and it’s the one girl he wasn’t supposed to be looking at. (vettel!reader)

Neymar Jr - Tití Me Preguntó by Bad Bunny

he promised to change, you were stupid enough to believe him but people never really change do they?

Lando Norris - Young, Dumb and Broke by Khalid

regret makes people do crazy things.

John Stones - I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston

your husband winning the treble calls for celebration and you two finally get the night out you deserve.

Esteban Ocon - Sure Thing by Miguel

attached at the hip; the sunshine to his rain. you were everything to him.

Erling Haaland - Sunday Mornings by Maroon 5

sunday mornings were a bit of a tradition for you, everyone notices when the pattern changes.

Pierre Gasly - Creepin’ by The Weeknd

loyalty runs both ways, until it doesn’t anymore but nothing ever really changes, does it?

Virgil Van Dijk - Let ‘Em Know by Bryson Tiller

some things never change, no matter how much you try.

Fernando Alonso - I’m Still Standing by Elton John

looking up and looking down, it never felt so right.

Jordan Henderson - If I Ain’t Got You by Alicia Keys

with your 10th anniversary around the corner, you both get a bit in your feels.

Charles Leclerc - A Sunday Kind Of Love by Etta James

races, weddings and races again; sundays hold a special place in his heart.

Trent Alexander Arnold - One Kiss by Dua Lipa

all it took was one kiss and the floodgates were opened.

Daniel Ricciardo - Woo by Rihanna

monaco is good to those who are good to it, especially those who win. every winner deserves a prize worthy of a king.

Christian Pulisic - Unforgettable by French Montana and Swae Lee

the star player and the ex girlfriend of his closest teammate are spotted together; you’re too unforgettable.

Kostas Tsimikas - Boyfriend by Ariana Grande and Social House

you were his until you weren't, but then you were again. the two of you tangled in the sheets and in a web of confusion; were you or were you not?

#written in the photos social media series #f1 instagram au #f1 social media au #football instagram au #football social media au

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spidybaby · 10 months

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Stressed

Summary: When he's stressed and worried about work, that's the only thing on his mind.

Warnings: angst because I'm a sucker for it 😤

A/N: So I'm inspired, and you already know I love angst, I breathe angst, I eat angst. (Okay, I'm done exaggerating), but lemme know how you are? Are you drinking water? Hope you're fine 💐❤️

Since Kylian sent that letter to the higher-ups of PSG about not wanting to stay until 2025, everything is drama.

The french tabloids, for some reason, want him to look bad, want him to look like this ungrateful man.

He's experiencing too much pressure, Sergio leaving, Lionel leaving, possibly Verrati leaving. It was a mess. The whole teams is.

Especially now that this dumb reporter, her name is Sam, she's all over him about the whole side of him about the leaving, the selling, the quitting of Galtier. He's done with her, with the other reporters, with the ultras hating him for even breathing.

"Don't worry, Kyky, everything's going to be fine." Sergio pat his back, Kylian was one of the first ones to know about his retirement of the club. "Don't let that chick got to you."

"I just want her away from me." He drinks too fast for what he's used to. "Can't she cover something else?"

"Look, hermano." Ney says, he had to deal with the same reporter a few months before. "Just tell her something completely different from what she's asking, and she'll leave."

He knows she just wants to write something before anyone else, something that comes from his own, not for speculation. "Lie to her."

He scuff, it's not that easy to be away from her when she's also part of the PSG press people. She has access to everywhere. That makes him uncomfortable.

"Mira Kylian." Leo says. He's not new to this whole press drama. "Just don't mind her, ignore her, saying you have to be somewhere." He smiles, nodding to his advice.

Leo and Sergio are the ones he trusts with this media hate. They're goats, and they come from a long road. He can't deny that even Neymar is an expert. But he's been there for his own stupid mind, even tho he denied it.

He followed the advice Leo gave him, always ignoring her, saying the usual bonjour or a revoir. Nothing else.

That made her mad. She even asked Galtier for his number, not caring about writing him. That took him to the limit. He couldn't escape her. She was everywhere and anywhere at the same time.

"Don't stress, mon amour." You say kissing his cheek. You're massaging him, wanting to help him relax. "I know it's hard, but I'm here for you. It's only you and me."

You tried everything for him to relax, you didn't know the whole story. He never told you about this reporter. So you only think it's because of the whole letter drama.

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"Bonjour, Kylian." Sam says, looking at him. She's blocking the door of the lockers. "Can we talk." She raised her eyebrows.

"I'm busy." He tries to pass her, but she's not moving, and the last thing he wants is touching her or making any type of contact. "Please move."

"Just five minutes." She says, begging him. "And I'll leave you alone forever."

"I prefer you to leave me alone now." His voice is this deep tone. He's done with her games. "Get out of the way." He ask nicely.

"Four minutes." She begged again.

"Sam, out of the way."

"Three."

He breathes deeply, and he's losing his temper. "I'll say it only one more time, and believe me, that I hate repeating myself." He grabs her arm, not hard but the right amount of pressure to move her gently. "I'm busy." He's mad. His whole day is ruined, thanks to her.

He enters his car, asking the driver to take him home. He's supposed to go to his mother's house, but he's too mad for that.

He arrived home funding. His train bag is now on the floor, you're home early, and you notice the noise, thinking maybe he fell.

"Are you okay?" You ask from your bedroom. Maybe he's hurt. "Ky? Amour?" You talk louder this time.

After a few minutes, you hear the footsteps on the stairs. A very agitated Kylian enters the room. "Hi, handsome." You say, opening your arms to him.

"Remember how you said you can take the stress out of me?" He sais breathless, you nod smiling. "Do it."

You throw the covers away from you. Ready to attack your boyfriend with kisses and attention. Your lips feel heavy on his own. He's tense. You can feel him.

There was no other reason for his mind to be elsewhere, hes uncomfortable by the fact that he has Sam on the back of his head, tunning after him, basically harrassi him.

There's no other reason for him to focus on anything other than you. The way your lips feel on his neck, the way your hands are touching the right places, the way you're making him feel good.

His hips are moving to a very fast pace. He's not one to take his frustration on you, but the way you're moaning his name and how your nails are scratching his back is making him lose control.

He doesn't know how, but it happens. He can't take her name out of his mind, now even when you're taking him so well.

When he dips his hips at a certain angle, the back of your head digs further into the pillow, and he attacks the exposed side of your neck. He's leaving red marks, marking you as his. The groan that's escaping his lips are pornographyc.

You could feel nothing but him, the weight of his body over yours, the thin layer of sweat on his back under your fingertips and on his forehead, making the hair close to your neck to stick to it.

What's making the entire situation so much worse is the fact that no matter how much he tries, he can't stop thinking about her. Not in a sexual way, but angrily wanting her to go away, to leave his mind alone.

His hand is griping your waist so hard. He knows he'll leave a mark. Moans coming out of his mouth. “Fuck, you feel so good.” he goes faster, knowing by the sounds you're making that you're close.

"Sam-" that's when he stops. His whole body stop. He doesn't know why he's saying her name. His eyes are open in a panic.

"Get off," you say out of breath. Your heart is beating as fast as if it's going off your body. "Get off of me."

You push his shoulders for him to get off of you. He pulled out and tried to explain. "Y/n, please, I didn't mean to do that."

Your mind is lost, one moment you're under him, holding him closer, kissing him and enjoying him.

And now you're pushing him away, not wanting him to touch you. You grab the covers of the bed. You wrap it around your body before running to the bathroom.

"Amour, please." He tries to grab your arms. "Amour." He almost catch you, but he's not fast enough.

The next thing he knows is you slamming the door in his face. He can hear the way you're breathing and how you sob. The sound is making his heart hurt.

"I promise I wasn't-" he can't even think of an excuse. He's fucked up, he's hearing the way you're crying and can't think of how to solve it. "Listen, she's a reporter that has been harassing me. She's always on me, and I".

You open the door, interrupting his explanation. You're standing there, tears running down your face, blanket around your body, eyes sad.

"Mon amour." He doesn't know if he can touch you. He doesn't want to make you more uncomfortable than what you already are. "I promise it's not what you think."

You pass him, walking to the room to get your clothes, dressing yourself again, hurried to get away from him.

"Please don't go." He says, hand grabbing your arm. "Please, let me explain." He feels like crying, not wanting to let go.

"Not now." You get off his hold. "I can't do this. Please get away from me." You push him lightly.

"Don't go, I'll go, but you don't have to go." He dresses himself, not wanting you to leave. "I'm fucking sorry." Your back is facing him. You can't look at him in the eyes.

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The past week, you were running away from Kylian, leaving extra early for work and returning while he was still training.

For him, it was hard not being able to speak with you. But you needed time, and he's willing to let you have it. Even if that hurt him in the process.

For you, it's been weird. You can't wrap your mind around the fact of what's going on. For you, it hurts that he didn't trust you enough to talk to you about what's happening, and the other part of you is your ego being hurt by him naming another girls name.

You were sure with a talk and being honest, you both can make up. You trusted him when he says he has never been with her, but you also needed to know the whole story.

The sound of keys jiggling is the way you know he's home. When he walks he sees you sitting on the couch.

He's tired, everyone is hating on him for the stupid tabloids, and he can't even find comfort in your arms because he hurt you without intended to.

"Can we talk?" He swears the sound of your voice is magical. He missed it. He missed you. He nods and takes a seat next to you. "Who's Sam?"

He didn't hesitate to detail the whole thing. The things his playmates advised him. "Kylian, why didn't you report her to the management?" You're mad, not with him but with her for being such a bitch and harass him about a stupid football news.

"Because I thought she was going to leave me alone." He yells, frustrated. "I can't do this anymore."

You hug him, caressing his back and him cry his frustration. His not crying about her. He's crying about the news, about the hate, about the media not leaving him alone.

"I'm here, don't cry." You kiss the top of his head. "I'm sorry I didn't hear you before."

"It's not you, I'm the one who made the mistake of letting her abuse her power." He let you dry his tears. "I'm so done."

"It's not your fault. Don't say that." You kiss his cheeks. "You're fine now, I'm not letting her or anyone hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable." You hugged him. Promising you'll never let him feel that way again.

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didishawn · 1 year

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Part 3 of the kylian fic please, can you make it longer too?

Thank youuuuuu

Number 7 on her back (Kylian Mbappe x Reader) smut

Warnings: smut, Jude and Jobe are still little shits

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

News travel fast throughout the parisian city, so as soon as you, Jude Bellingham's older sister, showed up wearing the number 7 to a PSG match, that one belonging to the one and only Kylian Mbappe, the news traveled fast, and once the match was over, thanks go's a PSG win, you had thousands of new followers and we're trending topic along missed calls of your brothers and a message from your mother that had your blood turning cold:

Having fun in Paris, hm? Your brother commented on this but I didn't believe him. You bet we are going to have a nice talk once you are back here, young lady

Paris isn't so bad, you think, maybe Kyky will let you stay with him forever.

You are lucky he sat you in a reserved area, not having to deal with the fans as you go down to meet him, waiting for him near the locker room as you heard the joyful screams and the sounds of celebration going on inside.

Your phone pings and you roll you eyes at the messages coming from your brothers:

Ugly Jude: hope you know you will have to be wearing my shirt to lots of matches after this

always saying you don't like the attention then you go wearing Kyky's shirt

by the way, my yellow is much prettier than that ugly blue

I don't know if I prefer you with him or with Erling🤔

Ugly Jobe: for this treason of going off with your boyfriend, you better bet I am telling mum lots of shit so she drags you home all the way from Paris

also, bring me a messi shirt, neymar too, not Kyky's, he can bring it himself so we can meet face to face

he is about to meet meet the jobe bellingham way of fighting if he wants my sister

Your answers are short to bother of them a: I am blocking you to Jude and a: we both know that you will be dragling yourself away after the first punch to Jobe

"Enjoyed the extra special seat?" he asks, mouth meeting yours in a short but sweet kiss, dumb smiles on both of your faces.

"Yeah, it was extra good for my photo to be all over the internet and my mum waiting for me back home to beat my ass"

"Well, no surprise everyone wants to see the gorgeous girl I somehow pulled"

"You talk as if you didn't know I had the biggest celebrity crush on you"

"Had?"

"Have, had, whatever sounds the best for you" he looks you up and down "Done checking me out?"

"I didn't think you would look so good in my shirt"

"Come on, this is not the first time you have seen me in it"

"I know, but seeing you in it again brings me back the memories, makes me want to repeat what happened again right now"

"That's not going to happen, enough scandals for one day"

"Damm, I though the headline: Kylian Mbappe and y/n Bellingham caught having wild, rewarding post-match sex after PSG's latest win"

"I will be giving you a reward, mister, but it surely won't be here"

"Your place of my place?"

"Seeing as in we are in Paris it will have to be your place"

The ride is fast, and as soon as the door closes his lips are on yours, tongue down your throat as he cups your face, no space in between you two.

He separates, looking you up and down, taking out his phone.

"What are you doing?"

He looks mischievous, a cheeky glint on his eye "One last scandal for the day"

He directs you to the window panels, telling you to pose, let everyone see how pretty you are, making everyone know the Kylian Mbappe is taken and at the same time maybe making your brothers a bit mad.

He posts the picture with the caotion: the best reward after a good match 😍😍😍, he tags you, posts it and throws the phone away, he will later see how much it blows up, you too put your phone on silence, knowing the little shits you share blood with will surely have a lot to say about this.

"Is it a bad moment to tell you Jobe wants a Messi and a Neymar shirt?"

"I will take care of it, but, what about me?"

"He says you have to directly give it to him so he can fight you"

"No, offense, but your brothers are two little shits"

"Believe me, I know"

He shakes his head, laughing beford once again turning serious, his hands around your waist, he picks you up and throws you to the couch, body instantly on yours and lips melting together.

His hands are clumsy, naughty and fast at what they do as they unbotton your jeans, one going inside and instantly having you moaning out as his skilled fingers tease you.

Tight circles are made on you clit and your hole is being touched but not filled as you want it to be, and you move along to fully undress you lower part -you know he likes his last name on your back, so you don't care about it.

You are grinding up into him, his boner against your tummy as you moan into each other's mouth.

Everything is so desperate, you have honestly never been into someone as much as you are into him, no one ever has made you feel as good as he does, knowing exactly what buttons to push to have you seeing stars.

You are basically tearing off his t-shirt, you want to admire him whole, he laughs but complies, then finally pushing in a finger but he knows it's not enough, having you used to the size of his cock, having you full of him and his cum.

His pants are off next, your legs around his waist as fingers continue teasing you, three inside, still not enough yet the loving touches being given to your clit have you squirming around, moaning loudly, you want him inside you, you can feel the weight of his member on you thigh.

You are begging him, he likes the sound of it, the sound of your moans and whines, the mouth of his name coming from you. He is not only teasing you, but also himself, if it were for him he would have fucked you back on the stadium, but he respects you way too much for that -but if you were to ever ask him to do it he would comply without a doubt.

His lips are on your neck, leaving a reminder amongst the others of how good he makes you feel, your sounds are a higher pitch, he knows you are close, and honestly the sounds are almost enough to have him cumming untouched.

But the man, as always the tease, stops.

He doesn't give you any time to complain though as he spins you around, having you and all fours for him, his surname and number on full display, it makes him possessive, proud, he loves it.

He reaches for his phone, ignoring the notifications as he snaps a picture, through glossy eyes you turn to him, confused.

"Don't worry, this one is for my eyes only"

The phone is thrown away once more, in his hands is his large cock, he jerks himself off, preparing for the heavenly heat your insides are as he grabs into you ass, enjoying the plush feeling of it, now do unmarked but by the time the night ends it won't be like that, of that you can be sure.

He lines un with your entrance, he doesn't waste any time, filling you up from the go, groaning at the tightness, the feeling will never be one he gets used to.

You face buriea into the couch, letting into it the loud sound of your moans and begs, it's all rough, animalistic, brutal, no time for doubt, he fucks you decisively, how you like it, his one true reward after a victory, the only one he will ever want from now on.

He is in control, he takes you as if he were in heat, moving you how he likes it -no complains from you-, as if you were his very own sex doll, alive to serve him and receive the inmense pleasure he gives you.

You play with your clit, his balls a harsh push against your ass, they are heavy, leaving the untarnished skin now red. Everything is so red, a way too fuck away the stress, a way to relieve yourselves even if there is nothing wrong going on, it's only but an excuse, even if there are no excuses needed when it comes to Kylian Mbappe fucking you.

He leans forward to have his lips biting into you neck, kissing your back, there is no space in between the two of you, you can feel the way both his abs and balls tighten up, he is close, so are you, cumming and reaching your own extasis, your juices wetting the couch, you would be embarrassed were it the first time this happens, but it's not.

He cums deeply inside you, making you so full of him, feeling as if you were to explode, and when he leaves your insides, he pushes everything inside, so you stay full, then kisses the red skin, a mini reward before the next round starts.

The night ends on his bed, you are cuddled into his chest, long asleep, as he scrolls through the comments on his post, a chuckle leaving him as he sees the ones left behind by your brothers.

judebellingham ew 🤢🤢🤢, please don't make me an uncle, tell her mum saw this and she is so gonna get it when she is back

jobebellingham @k.mbappe be prepared to fight me once you dare to step foot in our house

#kylian mbappe #mbappe imagine #mbappe x reader #mbappe psg #mbappe #psg #paris st. germain #france national team #france nt #football imagine #football player #jude bellingham

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kylianswifey · 1 year

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Who's Most Likely? - Kylian Mbappe x Reader

Summary: PSG's Youtube channel decides to test Y/N's, Kylian's and Neymar's friendship with a quiz that will lead to some cute moments. Their video also reveals something that will change Y/N's and Kylian's life forever. Warning: fluff and light emotional moment. Word Count: 4.3k

Y/N sat in between her two dorky best friends, ready to film a video for the team's Youtube channel. She felt kind of nervous because that was her first time on camera with the guys since they became close friends. When Y/N started her job at PSG as the assistant coach after moving to Paris, she didn't have any friends. She grew close with the guys during training days, lunch breaks or when traveling with the team.

As their relationship progressed, they started hanging out outside of work to the point where it's normal for them to drive to one another's house and just hang out all day or sleepover. However, Y/N always felt a stronger connection with Kylian but she never acted on it, afraid she would ruin the friendship. Besides, she was the person Kylian would talk to about a girl he would date or hook up with, this confirmed to Y/N that he only sees her as a sister. He was physically affectionate towards her, hugging her when laughing, kissing her forehead when saying good morning or goodbye at training, but she never took it as a sign considering Neymar's has the same attitude towards her. That's just their friendship behavior.

People seemed to notice their friendship since the beginning, especially after the paparazzi photos of them entering clubs at night, chasing each other in the training field. They all posted each other on their stories regularly when they would scare each other or catch someone sleeping in unusual places. Birthday posts for each other also contained a lot of detailed wishes, indicating they know each other on personal notes.

"Okay, we will start shooting in a second once the lighting is fixed, get ready everyone." The man behind the camera shout out, Y/N shifted in her seat a little bit out of nervousness.

"Don't be nervous, we'll have fun." Kylian noticed her and placed a hand on her thigh, making her shiver from the skin contact because she was wearing a dress.

"I know, but, I'm just a little nervous. It's the first time we talk about each other on camera, Ky."

"Let's make a bet, guys. Whoever loses this game is going to do whatever the winner will tell them to do for 24 hours." Neymar said, catching Kylian's and Y/N's attention.

"Yeah, that sounds fun, I'm in."

"Yeah, me too, because I just KNOW I'm going to win. I know you boys like the back of my hand."

They all shook hands on it, laughing at their dumb bet. The man behind the camera caught their attention again, starting the count down for record.

The video started with them trying to keep a serious face but failing and laughing at each other when they would each introduce themselves. These bloopers cuts were funny so they made it in the final video as the intro.

"Okay, for the third time. Hi, I'm Neymar." He smiled and looked at Y/N for her to continue.

"Hi guys, I'm Y/N Y/L/N."

"Hello, I'm Kylian Mbappe and we are about to do a friendship quiz game to test how well we know each other." Kylian smiled and the video slid to Y/N's words.

"The first round consists of a couple of questions about each of us and we'll have to write down the answer in our white boards. Who ever gets the question right, gets a point."

They all looked at the screen behind the camera that showed them the first question, Y/N read it out loud for the video.

"What is Neymar's first tattoo?"

They all wrote down their answers. Y/N smiled while writing it because she was confident in her answer, Kylian seemed sceptical with his answer. They all turned around their boards and Y/N raised her hands in the air, laughing, after seeing she wrote down the same answer Neymar did for himself.

"YES, I knew it. It was your mom's and sister's name."

Kylian on the other hand wrote down something random, hoping he would randomly guess it right. The next question was read by Neymar.

"Which club did Kylian Mbappe play for first?"

Both Y/N and Neymar were confident in their answer because it was pretty obvious. Once the boards were turned around, they all revealed the right answer. Kylian read the next question.

"What was Y/N's first job?"

Y/N smiled at the flashbacks of her first job. She used to be a bartender while she was in college. She was sure Kylian would get this question right because a memory from their first months of their friendship popped into her mind. That night, she sat with Kylian in the balcony of his apartment, talking about her life while sitting on a couch under the same blanket with him while Neymar was fast asleep in the living room. That was the exact moment she realized her feelings towards Kylian, especially after she fell asleep with her head on his chest.

They all turned their boards around once again and Kylian did his significant laugh after getting the questions right.

"I got it right. Btw, you suck, Ney." Neymar reached over to Kylian to lightly smack his head with the board and Kylian hid his head behind Y/N's shoulder, making her laugh along.

"Okay, that's enough, you two." Y/N placed her arms on both of their shoulders, pretending to separate a fight.

There were a few more other questions and Kylian got most of them right, putting him in the lead. The last question caused Y/N to momentarily zone out and blush. Neymar read the question.

"Where does Y/N see herself in five years?"

This was such a specific question she, herself, didn't even know the right answer to. A lot of things went through her mind, trying to write down the closest right answer. She considered her career, her family goals and that's where she stopped. A family. She always wanted to create a family and have her first kid in her mid twenties. Being a mom was always one of her aspirations. She hesitantly wrote down 'being a mom' and held the board close to her chest, waiting her the guys to reveal theirs.

Both of them wrote down something different. Neymar wrote 'traveling the world', earning a 'uuu, interesting' from Y/N and Kylian wrote 'being successful'. Seeing that the guys went in a completely different direction, she regretted what she wrote but slowly revealed the right answer.

She looked at Kylian who smiled warmly at her, making her more comfortable. Neymar awed and wrapped his arm around Y/N' shoulder.

"That's a good one. Being a parent is the best feelings ever." Neymar said with a passion.

Kylian was still quiet, staring at Y/N with admiration. He looked like he was daydreaming about something.

"I'm sure, you'll be an amazing mom" Kylian's words came out in a whisper and Y/N smiled at him. Y/N's feelings of wanting to be a mom grew more in that second. A quick family picture of her, Kylian and a small little baby flashed in front of her eyes.

"Alright, the last round is the 'Who's most likely' game. This round doesn't really determine a winner, so we'll just have fun with it." Neymar's words brought Y/N and Kylian back to reality, making them break the loving eye contact and look at him.

"And since Kylian got the most right answers on the previous round, we'll consider him the winner." Y/N said and Kylian proudly smiled, raising his hands in the air.

A man came from behind the camera and handed each of them three cardboards with their names, so they can reveal their answer by showing a card.

"Alright, who's most likely to be late for work?" Y/N read the question at loud and all of them showed the card with Neymar's name. He had to admit this himself because of all the scolding he receives from his friends.

"Who's most likely to have a crush on someone from work?"

Y/N froze, feeling like the question was directed towards her. No matter how much she tried to play it cool, she failed because of how Neymar looked at her and Kylian, smirking like an idiot.

Kylian and Y/N blushed, looking away from each other. "Come on, guys, we all know the answer to that one," Neymar said, laughing.

"Can I raise two cards?" He proudly said and raised the cards with Y/N's and Kylian's name.

Kylian slightly coughed and looked at him, giving him a death glare. Y/N was unable to give an answer because the tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"Come on, man. Just because you have a girlfriend, doesn't mean we have crushes from work." After Kylian said those words, he realized how ridiculous and stupid that answer was.

"Yeah... Yeah," Y/N said, chuckling. " I don't really have an answer for this one, but I'll just say Ky."

"I'll say Y/N too, even though you haven't told us about any crushes." They all laughed, but Y/N and Kylian were a little too loud.

Another question showed up on the screen behind them and Y/N wasted no time to read it so they could move on from the uncomfortable situation. Kylian thought the same thing because he read the question with Y/N simultaneously. He stopped mid sentence and smiled at her, motioning for her to continue.

“Who’s most likely to get jealous easily?” “NEYMAR!” Y/N and Kylian said in an unbothered tone. They all laughed at their response, remembering all the times when Neymar would vent to them about a jealous situation with his girlfriend. “Alright, alright. Guilty as charged!” Neymar playfully raised his hands in the air. ”Next question, who’s most likely to say “I’m sorry” more often?”

The guys looked at Y/N direction and then gave each other an agreeing look. They both showed the card with Y/N’s name. Y/N knows that she over-apologizes a lot because she is more self aware than most people are, and she addresses situations honestly regardless of her own pride.

“Yeah, that’s true. I’m a people pleaser and I tend to apologize about everything, even the things I don’t have power over, honestly.” Kylian looked at her, admiring her. He knew this was one of her personality traits and he tries to ask as little favors from her as possible because she always goes out of her way to make people happy. Anytime he asks her to do a small thing for her, he feels like he’s taking advantage of her precious soul.

“Yeah, you do that a lot. You need to stop doing it with me… I mean us, though.” Kylian stuttered while talking, making Neymar chuckle.

“Who’s most likely to fall in love at first sight?” Neymar read the question and waited for them to react first.

Y/N could swear she felt Kylian brush his shoulder against her, but didn’t dare to look at her. He smiled and raised the card with his name and didn’t say anything. The whole situation felt like a dream to her because she was sure Kylian only saw her as a friend. Neymar raised the card with Kylian’s name too. Y/N thought of doing the same so it would seem like she’s only repeating their answers but she didn’t. She took a chance to give Kylian an indirect signal that, in fact, she is the one who fell in love at first sight. She slowly raised the card with her name and smiled, trying to hide the fact that her hands were shaking.

“Hmm, is there anything you guys would like to SHARE with your other FRIEND?” Neymar pretended to be mad and unaware of the meaning behind their answers. He actually knew exactly what they were saying. He felt a connection between them since they first started hanging out together. He kept his thoughts a secret, not wanting to intervene in their love story, because he found it very pure and innocent.

Kylian and Y/N both laughed, unsure of what to do next after their ‘confessions’. As if on cue, the director gave them the signal to give their outros, letting them know the video is over. Y/N took over the outro.

“So, this is everything we have for you today. I hope you enjoyed the video and we proudly announce that Kylian is the most true friend because he guessed most of the questions right.” They all chuckled and Kylian put a hand around her shoulder.”Thank you to everyone for watching, we’ll see you next time. Have a nice day.”

Neymar also wrapped his arm around Y/N and they waved at the camera in a group hug, yelling ‘bye’.

“That was FUN!” Neymar said and looked at his two best friends, winking at them. “Let’s go grab lunch.”

Y/N and Kylian followed behind Neymar, staring at each other from time to time and smiling. Kylian placed a quick kiss on Y/N’s forehead and walked with his hand around her shoulder. This would normally cause the people to turn their heads and take a look, but this was already a typical behavior between the all three of them, even though Kylian and Y/N felt a spark anytime they had a physical touch moment. Sometimes, Kylian would get jealous if Y/N would fall asleep on Neymar’s shoulder on the plane because he always wants to have her close to him.

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After the video was uploaded to YouTube, the fans immediately noticed the flirty moments between Kylian and Y/N. They commented on the video, asking if the two were secretly dating or if there was something more between them. Kylian and Y/N avoided the conversation about the video as much as possible. It wasn’t unusual for them to see fan edits about them being a couple before they did the Youtube video. People speculated about their relationship by referring to their Instagram stories featuring each other or paparazzi photos that caught them hugging during practice. There was even a trending Twitter hashtag that said ‘#KyY/N’.Twitter was filled with posts that stated different conspiracy theories about how they’ve been together for years now or they are already married.

Y/N was laying on the couch at Neymar’s place while Neymar sat next to her head with his feet on the table, playing Fifa. They were waiting for Kylian to arrive at the movie night they planned yesterday.

“Y/N” Neymar spoke while staring at the TV. “Hmm?” Y/N hummed, not paying full attention to Neymar and still scrolled on her phone. “Why don’t you admit to Kylian that you’re in love with him?” Even though Neymar said is to casually, his words caused Y/N to shoot right up and look at him. “What? What.. What do you mean?” The first thing that went through her mind was change. She felt scared of how her feelings could cause things to change between them, especially if Kylian decides to stay away from her once he finds out.

“Y/N, honey. It’s pretty clear to everyone. You always feel shy around him and anytime you stare at him you get distracted and look like a creepy person in love.”

She chuckled at his words, still unable to process the fact that Neymar made it clear to her how bad she hid her feelings this whole time.” And, uh, by everyone, do you also mean Kylian?” “I don’t know if he knows, sweetheart. But, you have to talk to him anytime soon, you can’t hide it from him anymore.”

“Ney, It's easy to say that. But, what if he doesn’t feel the same way and things get weird between us and we lose our friendship because of this?” Y/N sighed and plopped her head back on the pillow and Neymar placed a on her head, stroking her hair.

"That's just a risk you'll have to take, honey. Do you love him?"

"That's not the issue, my feelings are not the issue here.”

"Yeah, but It's also hard to move on knowing it could've worked out if you confessed to him, do you ever think that? It's not just the lost relationships that hurt, also the missed chances hurt the same."

A knock on the door stopped their conversation, Kylian was here. Y/N went to open the door and let Kylian inside.

“Hi, sweetheart.”He hugged her and kissed her forehead.

“Hey, Ky. What took you so long?”

“Ugh, I had to stop by an-” Kylian was stopped mid sentence by Neymar who came to the door before Y/N could shut it close. “Hey, guys. I have an important thing to finish right now, but don’t worry I’ll be back in an hour.” He said and grabbed the keys from the bowl on the counter.

“Alright, man. Don’t be late.” Kylian yelled as he made his way to the living room and Y/N stood there holding the half-open door, already knowing what was going on.

“Don’t worry, man.” Neymar yelled back and winked at Y/N giving her a quick peck on her cheek. “Good luck. Don’t be scared.” “NO, Ney, don’t l-” Before Y/N could finish her sentence, Neymar walked out. She sighed and closed her eyes, leaning against the door. The realization that this moment will determine everything about their relationship made her feel scared. She wasn’t going to back out now, especially after the whole act Neymar put up to leave them alone.

Each step she took towards the living room increased her heart rate. Kylian sat on the couch where Neymar sat previously, looking more handsome than ever. She always found Kylian most attractive when he wore gray sweatpants and white shirt. She admired his smooth skin and dark almost black eyes and his soft thin lips. She dreamed about kissing those lips almost every night.

“Um, are you going to stand there the whole time, hun?” He turned around to look at her, sensing her presence behind him the whole time.

“Haha, you pick the movie, I will get the snacks from the kitchen.” Y/N said and made her way to the kitchen to buy herself some time and think of how she is going to confess her feelings to him.

Y/N made her way to the couch and sat next to him. The only source of light was the TV and the city lights illuminating the living room. Kylian seemed too focused on the movie, unaware of what was about to come next. He noticed Y/N had been quiet for quite a while. She always comments on the movie and says stuff like ‘I hate that outfit’ or ‘It’s so obvious,COME ON’. He reached for the TV remote and paused the movie, turning his body around so he could face her. She looked very beautiful and fragile to him in the almost dark room, but he could tell that she was zoned out completely.

"What's wrong, Y/N?" Kylian asked, his voice laced with concern.

This moment felt like a dangerous chess move that could determine everything. Kylian stared at her frowned face and her hands cracking her knuckles, not daring to look at him. He knew when anxiety threatened to consume her, her delicate fingers would twist and turn until they were tied in knots. In those moments of despair, he would gently unravel her trembling hands and interlace his fingers with hers, offering the comfort of his warm touch to ease her worries.

As Kylian's strong hands held hers, Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. His gaze was so intense, so loving, that she felt completely exposed. She knew she had to tell him the truth, but the words caught in her throat.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she struggled to find the right words. She couldn't bear the thought of losing him and the realization hit her.

"Kylian, I-" she began, her voice barely a whisper.

He leaned in closer, his eyes searching hers for any sign of what she was about to say. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage.

"I have to tell you something," she began, her voice trembling with emotion. "I've been thinking about it for so long, since that video of the three of us was posted. I knew then that it was time."

As she spoke, Y/N's heart raced with anticipation. She knew that the man standing before her was the one she had been searching for her whole life, and she couldn't bear the thought of losing him.

With each word she spoke, she took in every detail of his face, from the soft curve of his lips to the gentle tiny curls of his hair. She wanted to remember every moment of this, in case it was the last time he would hold her hands.

For a moment, there was only silence between them, as they both stood there, lost in their own thoughts. Then, slowly, Kylian reached out and took her hand in his.

"Whatever it is you have to say, Y/N, I'm listening," he said, his voice low and gentle.

With a deep breath, Y/N looked into his eyes once more, then spoke the words that would change their lives forever. "I love you," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've loved you from the moment I met you, and I know that nothing will ever change that. I know that by saying this I could lose you forever, but I can’t change my feelings towards you. No matter how much I tried."

As Y/N gazed at Kylian, time seemed to slow down and her heart raced with anticipation. She knew that she had to say it, to reveal the truth that had been weighing on her heart for so long. And so, with trembling lips and a quivering voice, she confessed her love to him.

But Kylian's reaction was not what she expected. He stood there, frozen, as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning. His eyes searched hers, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

For a few moments, there was only silence, broken only by the sound of Y/N's heartbeat pounding in her chest. She felt guilty and regretful, thinking that she had made a mistake by revealing her feelings to him.

But then, Kylian spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "Wow, Y/N, I..." he trailed off, still in shock.

Y/N couldn't bear the tension any longer, and tears began to stream down her face as she stood up and turned away from him. "Please, Ky," she said, her voice breaking. "You don't have to say anything. Just forget that I ever said anything."

Kylian stood up too, his eyes never leaving her. He took a step towards her, his hands outstretched, but Y/N backed away, unable to meet his gaze.

In that moment, Kylian felt a rush of happiness and excitement. He had secretly loved Y/N for so long, and now she had finally confessed her feelings to him. He knew that he had to find the right words to say to her, to let her know that he felt the same way.

As he took another step towards her, his heart beating wildly in his chest, he spoke softly. "Y/N, don't walk away from me. I want to hold you,please."

Kylian reached out to cup her cheeks, his touch tentative at first but growing bolder as she leaned into him.

"Come here," he murmured, and she obeyed, allowing him to lead her to the couch where they sat a moment ago.

Kylian held her face gently in his hands, his forehead pressed against hers as they shared a moment of deep intimacy. They breathed together, their bodies and souls intertwining in a way that left them both trembling with emotion.

And then Y/N spoke, her voice trembling with emotion. "Kylian-"

But he silenced her with a gentle shush, his eyes still closed as he focused on the sensation of her skin against his.

"Let's breathe first, sweetheart," he whispered, and she nodded, trusting him completely.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he continued, his voice low and hoarse with emotion. "I'm sorry for not being the one to say these words to you first.” As Y/N opened her eyes, she felt a glimmer of hope. It was as if the world around her had suddenly been painted in the brightest of colors, like in those vintage cartoon movies she used to watch as a child. Her heart fluttered as she gazed into his deep, mesmerizing eyes. With a small smile, she lifted her forehead from his and took a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief wash over her.

As she exhaled, he leaned in, his own smile growing wider and wider until he finally attached his lips to hers. It was a moment that felt like it had been a lifetime in the making, and as their lips moved in perfect harmony, they both knew that this was where they belonged.

Kylian's heart was racing as he pulled away from the kiss, his eyes searching for hers. With a gentle touch, he brushed his lips against her forehead, his fingers lightly caressing her skin. He felt a surge of emotions, an overwhelming feeling that he had kept buried for too long.

He took a deep breath, summoning all his courage. "I can't believe I'm finally saying these words out loud," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I love you, Y/N."

Y/N let out a small laugh. ”I love you too, Kylian. I love you with every single cell in my body.”

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neyslover · 1 year

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hii, i love ur writing, can u please write a blurb where reader is watching the brazil vs croatia match and then she sees neymar crying and goes to comfort him on the pitch even though shes also crying😭😭 i love ur writing btw !!!<3333

thank u sm!!! hope u enjoy :)

i watched in despair as marquinhos missed the penalty.

i broke out into sobs, watching my country get disqualified from the world cup.

our players played so well, they deserved to win.

i saw neymar begin to cry, which i took as my cue to go over to him.

as soon as he saw me on the pitch, he came running towards me, burying his head in the crook of my neck.

“i’m so sorry, amor.” his voice trembled, wiping away the mascara that was all over my cheeks at this point, “i wanted to win this world cup for you.”

“you made me so proud, ney. that’s all that matters. there’s many more world cups to come, don’t beat yourself up for it, okay?”

“i knew i should’ve trained more during the week i couldn’t play. i’m so dumb.” he sniffled.

“ney- hey.” i held his face in my hands, forcing him to maintain eye contact with me, “you were hurt you needed to rest. you weren’t dumb for resting. you played so well, ney. so well.”

he took one long look into my eyes and began sobbing, “i feel like i disappointed you, amor.”

“you didn’t, ney! you could never.” i was already crying again. i didn’t want him to think that way ever, “you gave it your best and that’s all that matters.” i kissed his tears away.

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graveyardvalentinee · 1 year

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I have an idea: What about Ney and the reader fighting about something dumb maybe like he is not helping around the house even when she asks. Kylian and Hakimi are trying to make peace, and they say something like, "So you guys wanted to tell us something," and Ney "Oh yeah, we are engaged" ❤️

yesss thank you so much for the request i love it!!

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surprise / neymar jr

pairing : Neymar x reader

“Food is ready!” I hear Neymar call from the kitchen.

He insisted on cooking tonight , he even decided to invite Kylian and Hakimi over so that he could tell them the secret we’ve been keeping in.

Me and the guys walk into the kitchen , Kylian and Hakimi snickering at Neymar’s cooking attire - a hot pink apron with the words “kiss the chef” on it.

“I assume the apron is hinting at Y/N - unless you’d want Hakimi to go up there and give you a nice smooch brother.” Kylian says through laughter.

I can’t help but laugh myself too.

“Alright alright laugh all you want - but yes the apron is hinting towards my beautiful girlfriend.” Ney says walking in my direction and giving me a short kiss.

“Girlfriend hmm?” I whisper in his ear

“The reason why I invited them over is to tell them querida. Go and get the ring from upstairs - I want to announce it before we begin eating.” He chuckles in my ear giving my hip a slight squeeze.

We turn around and see Hakimi fake throwing up in the sink with Kylian holding a hand covering his mouth as if he’s about to barf too.

“Total drama queens.” Neymar whispers to me.

“Okay okay are we going to eat or not ? Or did you just make us come all the way over here to remind us we’re desperately single?” Kylian says , rolling his eyes jokingly.

[ let’s pretend like Hakimi is single ]

“We will eat - soon. Me and Y/N have an announcement to make before.” Neymar excitedly says. He’s been dying to tell anyone about our engagement.

Hakimi groans loudly and throws his arms up in the air. “Kylian we should have just gotten something on the way if we knew chef Neymar would make us wait this long for one meal.”

“I’ll be right back and then we can eat.” I say going up the stairs laughing , still hearing the guys complain to Ney about the wait on the food and how they’ve been waiting since practice to eat.

I find the beautiful ring and slip it on , I look over to the picture of me and Neymar on our first date in Brasil.

I smile remembering how he wanted out first official date to be in his homeland , we had asked a local at the beach to take a picture of us with the gorgeous sunset in the back , Ney standing behind me with his arms around my waist and his face buried in my neck - and me holding his arms smiling into the camera.

But my smile dies down when I see that Neymar still hasn’t fixed his clothes.

He has one job - one. And it’s been 3 days , that clothes has been laying there for 3 days.

I do the laundry and he puts away only his portion of the clothes. It’s simple.

But no. He can’t do that can he?

Every single time I have to remind him.

Sometimes I even do it for him- but no. Not anymore.

I know it’s stupid to get mad over it but it’s the only job he has around the house. And it’s tiring that he doesn’t even do the one simple task I ask of him.

I storm down the stairs.

“Neymar Da Silva Santos Junior! You have one job around here. You can count on one hand the job you have around this house - because it’s only ONE - and it’s to put away your clothes. It’s the third day it’s been there and I know you see it every time you walk into our bedroom.” I say marching into the dining room where I spot Neymar sitting at the end of the table.

“What? Y/N what are you talking about?” He says , genuinely looking confused.

Is he serious ?

“What am I talking about ? I’m talking about your stack of clothes that’s been sitting in the room for days. All you have to do is pick it up and put it away. It does not take more than 5 minutes of your day.”

“Oh yeah the clothes. Eh I’ll do it tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow ? Really. You always say that. But what do you do instead ? You go and play poker as soon as you get home - or you play that stupid video game your obsessed with.” I say scoffing.

“Y/N that is not true! If it wasn’t for me we wouldn’t have this house.” He argues back , raising his voice just a bit.

“Guys calm down , let’s just eat.” Hakimi interjects

“Yeah come on Y/N have a seat - let’s enjoy what Neymar cooked.” Kylian says calmly.

“I know that Neymar! And I am extremely proud of you and grateful for everything you’ve done for the both of us but accomplishing all of that comes with responsibilities- and one of those is doing the simple task of putting your clothes away.”

“Why are you scolding me as if you are my mother!” Neymar scoffs getting up from his seat.

“Guys let’s just both sit down-”

“If I wasn’t here to tell you it would sit there collecting dust.” I laugh bitterly , looking at Neymar angrily.

“Let’s be reasonable both of you-”

“Maybe I would want it to!” Neymar shoots back at me.

“Well that’s just great isn’t it ? Have fun wearing dusty disgusting clothes.” He’s getting on my last nerve.

“I sure will. I’ll look utterly amazing -” he tries to continue arguing with me until Kylian interrupts him.

“Can the both of you please sit down and be quiet!”

I huff and take a seat next to Neymar - the only available seat. He huffs even louder and sits back down scrapping his chair against the marble floor.

“Really ? You just had to do that ?” I say annoyed.

“Another thing to add to the list of things I do that annoy you huh?” He says cocking his head to the side and giving me a look.

“Oh yes the list just keeps piling-”

“Don’t you two have news for us! Id love to hear it!” Hakimi says loudly - fronting a nervous smile , looking between both of us.

I turn to look at Neymar and see his face emotionless.

“Surprise!” He says sarcastically, lifting my hand in the air and displaying the beautiful diamond on my finger for the guys to see.

“Y/N and I got engaged, but after her remarks about me I’m not sure she wants to be engaged to me.” He says nonchalantly.

“That is not true! I just don’t like how I have to remind you to do a simple thing a child could do.”

Hakimi and Kylian both look at each other speechless.

“Holy shit man! You finally did it. Congratulations to the both of you!” Hakimi happily says , getting up and patting Neymar on his back , also giving me a hug and examining the ring on my finger.

“Y/N you have no idea , this man’s been planning the proposal for months ! Asking us our opinions on rings and where to do the proposal. He’d be pacing around the locker rooms asking Messi how he proposed to Antonella just to make the proposal perfect.” Kylian says next - lightly laughing giving Neymar a tight hug , and me a hug and kiss on the cheek.

Suddenly hearing that makes the whole situation that happened 3 minutes ago erase from my mind.

“You really did all that ? For me ? For us ?” I ask looking into his piercing eyes.

“We’ll leave you two.” Kylian and Hakimi both say disappearing into the backyard.

“Of course I did all of that for you. I’d do anything for you Y/N - just to be able to call you my wife. To be able to wake up next to you every day and be able to call you mine - and hopefully in the future be able to call you the mother of my kids. Because I love you , and I plan on loving you for the rest of my life. Nothing could ever change that.” He says walking up to me and cupping my face.

“And I promise you from now on I’ll fold all the clothes - even yours. Hell , I might even learn how to the laundry for you.” He says chuckling , resting his forehead on mine.

“I love you - so so much. More than you’d ever know Juhnino , and you’ll have me forever - because I want us forever. Not even a stupid argument over you putting away your clothes could change that.” I say softly laughing and connecting our lips.

“But I think I’ll stick to washing the clothes amor , I don’t want to have a broken washing machine when we just got that one.”

He shakes his heads and laughs , kissing me once more with passionately.

I’ll never get tired of his kisses.

“Are you two finally made up? Because that whole thing took away 10 extra minutes of my appetite away.” Hakimi says coming back into the kitchen with Kylian behind him.

“You know how he gets when he doesn’t eat - it’s not pretty.” Kylian whispers to me and Neymar.

“I heard that! Don’t forget who’s the one that got nutmegged today in practice.”

“We’re here to celebrate Y/N and Neymar’s engagement not talk about football.”

“Yeah yeah keep making up excuses - you know I got you good.”

Kylian rolls his eyes and we all sit down and start eating.

We talk about all the wedding plans Neymar and I already have , like a wedding in Brasil and one here in Paris. Or how we want two honeymoons - depending on Neymars schedule.

“I can’t believe he finally did it. You two complete each other , and we can all clearly see it. We’re both so happy for you.” Kylian says , Hakimi just hums with a mouthful of food.

“She’s just everything I could have ever asked for.” Neymar says holding my hand and running his thumb over my knuckles.

I lean over and kiss his cheek , realizing this life ahead of me is everything I could have ever wanted and more , with the man of my dreams by my side.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

again , thank you so much for this request ! I hope you enjoy it <3.

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mission accomplished · neymar jr

pairing; neymar x actress!fem!reader

genre; fluff

warnings; swearing (the word dumbass) but other than that none i think?

authors note; my first imagine ! hopefully its not too corny and horrible, anyway hope u enjoy! requests are open

you and neymar were both on the plane back home, after spending a blissful week vacationing, you knew you had to eventually go back to your normal lives, with you being an actress, and him being a footballer, you dreaded going back home, knowing you would have to work again.

“ugh, i hate this.” you whined, stretching on the uncomfortable plane seat, which you’ve been sitting on for quite literally; 5 hours.

you’ve been trying to get some sleep, so that way, you wont have to go to work exhausted, but clearly, your attempts weren’t working.

turning in his chair, neymar looks at you, “why, what’s wrong amor?” he said softly, not wanting to wake up the other passengers on the plane.

you could tell that he, aswell, was also having the same issue.

“i’ve been trying to sleep for so long, but for some reason my dumb brain just wont shut off.” you pouted.

“hey, hey, hey, stop right there, dont insult that pretty brain of yours, if you wont appreciate it then i will.” he whispered back.

“it also keeps you alive bebe, what would i do without it?” he sighed dramatically, you could feel his gaze on your face, but you kept your eyes closed, hoping that would bring you to sleep.

“the heart is what keeps you alive dumbass.” you chuckled softly, “meu deus this is what happens when i try to be romantic. remind me to never do that again.” he laughed.

“i think its cute actually, thank you for the compliment.”

you opened your eyes to find him already looking at you, he was smiling and you didnt know why.

“whats the smile for?” you tell him, knowing that you probably have the same look mirrored on your face, but who cares right?

“nothing amor, you’re just cute when you’re tired.” he laughed, the dim light making his features look slightly blurry, but nevertheless, his eyes held that same sparkle that he reserved only for you.

“shut up, all i did was complain anyway.” you rolled your eyes playfully and turned your head, trying to hide the blush slowly appearing on your face.

he softly cupped your chin in his hand, turning your head to face him, “i love it when you’re snarky.” he whispered, closing the gap between you, his lips were delicate against yours, as if they were designed to fit together perfectly.

the feeling was pure bliss, and you weren't sure if it was because it was 4 in the morning or if you were just exhausted. either way, you loved of sleepy neymar.

you slowly broke apart, looking into eachothers eyes, and laughed at how tired you both looked, but, instead of trying to sleep anymore, you both talked about anything and everything.

your talks consisted of random things, whatever topic entered your minds, you talked about. wether it was stupid, or deep, he listened, and you appreciated that.

somewhere in the conversation, you felt your eyes drooping, sleep slowly overtaking you, yet you still made sure to mumble a “mhm.” and a “yeah.” to make sure neymar knew you were listening.

eventually, the feeling got too overwhelming, so you just decided to give in, falling asleep to neymars voice, appreciating his presence and snuggling into his warmth.

“you know, i would like to have a cat and a dog one day, maybe it would fix the rivalry you know?” neymar mumbled, and when he noticed the silence on your end, he turned his head and found you sleeping on his shoulder, eyes closed and breathing even.

he smiled softly at the sight, you looked so beautiful. he wondered how he got so lucky. “eu te amo.” he whispered into your hair, kissing your forehead.

he eventually fell asleep as well, with his head resting on top of yours. glad that you weren’t struggling anymore.

mission accomplished, he thought.

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I love your writings! Can i request Neymar x reader where he cheats on her and she finds out and he gets manipulative but she doesn’t go back to him please? Like I need a good cry ahaha

(it was a request just like this so im just gonna combine your ideas! makes it easier!)

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝

𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘮𝘢𝘳/𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

“𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙?”

(upsetting themes, cheating, swearing, manipulation + gaslighting mental, also , miscarriage warning!! this is very angst to the max, so get your sad playlist out!)

you heard that voice, that women’s intuition that you knew your man was cheating.

the constant not wanting to be around you.

the countless dumb arguments that you two had, went on for him leaving, simply as just being mean and rude to you.

you thought it was a one time thing…i was wrong.

“ney? are you hungry? i could make you something-” you peaked out the doorway as he shoved past you, ignoring you.

“no. im not hungry.” ney rolled his eyes, grabbing his jacket, he looked so nice and dressed up for practice…

“oh…w-well have a good practice.” i swallowed the lump in my throat, filled to where i was gonna bust out in tears.

your phone rang, kylian’s gf sent you pictures of her outfits for the…psg date night out?

what…

you looked over at ney, that’s why he’s so dressed up.

but without me?

“ney? is it the psg date night event tonight?” i asked, my eyes glowed at it, we would look so good together.

in my mind.

“yup.” he brainlessly said, not even adding anything to the request.

before you could speak, he slammed the door in your face, walking out as i stood by the mirror.

“how do you stop a heartbreak? … cry. you just cry.”

i frowned as i sat on the couch, playing with my fingers.

everything started to click. brainlessly just staying after how bad he’s treating you since you two began dating.

“i really wanted to go.” you thought.

he didn’t even wanna be seen out with you. let alone take you on dates, he just simply said ‘i just don’t have time.’

it broke your heart.

you could cry yourself to sleep if you wanted. the slience rang through your ears as you played with your promise ring he gave you.

ever since, he hasn’t kept a promise since.

after an hour of scrolling through everyone’s insta stories, you seen a post go past your eyes.

bruna.

it was a video of them kissing, all in the camera, with pda and cameras flashing as well.

i stared at it as your heart broke in ten million pieces.

i didn’t know wether to scream or cry.

i didn’t move. i blankly froze as all the memories of the past year floated through my head.

all the lies, the arguing. the kisses. everything was fake.

he just kept me…just to break me.

i cried for hours on end, as i paced around the house.

you even had a miscarriage. due to the stress he had put apon you and you blamed yourself for it.

well i did.

and just to publicly cheat. it was the last straw.

the next morning was a empty bed with red eyes after crying all night.

my phone was ringing all night from socials and even some of psg, asking was i okay after the news got out.

i felt embarrassed. this promise ring meant nothing. especially to him.

you heard the door open downstairs as i slowly walked to the stairs banister, looking down at neymar.

he was ear to ear smiling. for what?

“i know…princesa, ela vai dormir às 10, ela não vai a lugar nenhum, então não vou poder te encontrar lá. eu te amo mais...bye.” neymar smiled so proudly on the phone. it’s her voice on the phone.

(princess, she'll be sleep by 10, she wont go anywhere so ill be able to meet you there. i love you more...bye.)

are you fucking kidding.

“good. ill be out of here by 10 then.” i spoke up, as my face held a cold mean expression as he jumped, soonly realizing he knew that i knew he was cheating and that i seen the news.

“oh…amor. im sorry, listen to me.” neymar tried to plead, but i walked away, chuckling as i shut the bedroom door, closing it and locking it before he could get to it.

“listen to me…please.” neymar pleaded as i shook my head, grabbing my suitcases, trying to stuff everything in them the best i can.

“unlock the door!” neymar groaned, as he forcefully jiggled the doorknob as tears ran down my face…i couldn’t hold it much longer.

“leave the fucking door alone! let me leave please.” i yelled, before i threw on one of his plain black hoodies, just cuddling it as i fell down, tired and worn out from everything…

i leaned up against the wall…everything connected.

the memories we had. the good times we had…

the thought of us expanding our family…the dream wedding we dreamed of together.

all came crashing down.

“please. bebê, por favor ... não vá. por favor.” neymar pleaded again, his voice getting low and shaky. (baby please...dont go. please.)

“ney. please let me leave in peace and get away from the door.” i croaked in tears, dragging myself to put my shoes on, lining my luggage up.

good thing i planned a flight tonight.

“no. i can stand here and fight with this door all day until you talk to me and let me in.” neymar tried to open it, but to his avail, it failed.

“move, please move away from the door.” i walked towards the door, warning to unlock it.

“open up please.” he asked as his voice got soft, before you could, he looked at your puffy eyes, your luggage lined up as he hugged me right, before i cried in his arms…

i should slap him right now.

“no. no. no. move away from me. you’re not doing this to me…again.” i pushed away from him as he trailed behind me as i grabbed suitcase after suitcase, taking them to the door.

“please? i love you, you know i wouldn’t do that to you right?

“how? oh wowwww, you sure wouldn’t but considering it’s the same outfit you fuckin’ left in!” you caught him trying to lie…

& guilt trip you? how stupid can he be. “listen. she ment nothing to me, i promise. you know im yours…hell my wife. just don’t leave me.” ney tried to reason, following behind me.

“ney. i can’t. you’ve been treating me like a second class act. and i just can’t do it anymore.”

“so that’s it? are you serious right now y/n?” neymar got frustrated at you, not hearing you out.

i scoffed, sitting the rest of my suitcases outside, before the door slammed, leaving me and him left in the house.

“don’t make this about yourself. nor try to reason. you’ve obviously been back with her and stepping out on me. and you did it while i was pregnant, ney.” i started, feeling tears prickle my eyes, playing with my ring.

“i lost a baby. and because of you not being there, i lost myself. got blinded by you…the person who promised to be there for me through anything…”

“and you weren’t there. and i don’t want you to be there now…i gotta go.” i shook the thought of still staying in this web of despair out my head, rushing out, before being pulled into a kiss.

ney accepted the fact all his wrongdoings and fuck-ups lead him to lose everything, even his self respect.

the atmosphere got quiet and silent, everything just feeling calm at that moment, feeling sadness in the air

“im sorry. thats all i really can say to you…for breaking your heart. i love you forever, don’t forget that, princessa.” ney felt himself pull away as he kissed your cheek once more, before sitting on the bottom stairs.

i wasn’t looking back. but the heartbreak and sadness remained until i left.

you never really know how much someone’s means to you until they walk out the door.

i hope u enjoyed! ❤️

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