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Out of the Dark | Kylian Mbappé x Plus Size Fem Reader

Summary: Though months of an almost picture-perfect relationship, Kylian still kept you hidden like his own personal secret. How are you supposed to feel like it doesn’t have something to do with how much you weigh?

Warnings: Feelings of being insecure about your weight, slight angst at the beginning, vague sex scene, cussing, not edited very well. Let me know if I missed anything! — English is not my first language —

Masterlist

You’re so proud of him. Truly, he deserves every bit of praise he gets. Even before you’d met him, you followed his career closely, amazed at how someone your age could be accomplishing such monumental achievements. And now, you get to love him intimately, personally tell him how fantastic he is, how much you admire him.

You and Kylian have been together for around eight months, the greatest eight months. It was mutually agreed that your relationship would be kept in the dark from everyone. This seemed like the best idea, what with him having the status he does and you being just an average person. Besides, you’ve never enjoyed the spotlight and we’re happy to keep your weekly grocery store run paparazzi free.

Hidden behind that superficial excuse was the real reason why you were content not being in any tabloids… the bigger body you occupied wasn’t exactly something the media would ignore. You could practically read the headlines already, a reasonable delusion you constantly had to push from your mind in order to stay sane and secure.

It was hard work, learning to love yourself, building up your confidence. You knew you love and accept the body you had, but there was always that little voice in the back of your head saying, ‘am I strong enough to put myself out there like that?’

Kylian seemed relieved when you asked him if the relationship could be kept hush, but now you feel like it’s been too long. You’d brought up the idea of going public after your six month anniversary, but he dismissed it with a quick shake of the head, blaming his agent and how she would freak out if he was announcing a new relationship. She would set him up with dates for all of these events. Models, actresses, and influencers hung on his arm at red carpets while you snuggled alone on the couch, following the events through twitter.

He always assured you that he wished it was you, but it was too complicated. It was a viable excuse at first, but it’s four months away from your one year anniversary. You were tired of dropping hints about beautiful restaurants and romantic spots. You were starting to feel like he wanted to hide you, and not because of his agent would complain or his fans would uproar, but because he was ashamed of you. What a shitty feeling.

“What’s that look, amor?” Kylian asks your reflection in his bathroom mirror.

Not realizing you were lost in thought, you shake your head, leaning against the doorframe. “Nothing.” Smile. “You look great.”

He fixes his tie then turns to you. “Very convincing.”

You try and play it cool, laughing. “No, you seriously look amazing.” It was obvious he didn’t mean that part, but you really don’t feel like having this fight right now.

“So do you.” He grabs your hips, trapping you against him and the door.

Now you really do laugh. “Good one, Ky.”

While he wore a designer suit, you were rocking a pair of boy-short underwear and an oversized hoodie. Kylian was going to another super fancy award ceremony. He was getting a trophy and everything, but you couldn’t be there with him. Instead, he’s going to kiss the cheek of a tall, skinny, gorgeous 21 year old model when his name gets called. She was get to be his date for the night while you — the girlfriend — waited patiently in his bed for him to come home and tell you all about it.

The dynamic of the whole affair sets in, sending a little tang of jealousy and insecurity through your body. He notices how your stare points away from him now as you wiggle out of his grip and trudge towards his bed. Kylian walks toward you as you flip through Netflix without any intention of picking something anytime soon.

“I wish you could come with me.” He offers, his facial expressions ridden with guilt. You respond with a quiet and half-hearted hum, continuing to look through the true crime collection. He picks up your dismissiveness. “You know I do.”

“Mhm.” You didn’t mean the sarcastic tone behind it, it was just a natural reaction.

He sighs loudly, scratching his neck. “If you want to say something, say something. I can’t read your mind.” You continue to flip through shows and movies, trying to mask the sad expression that you surely couldn’t hide much longer. “We agreed to this. We both wanted it this way.”

“Eight months ago.” You add, looking at him now. He looked annoyed, like this conversation was a burden to have. “At some point I want to get out of this house. I feel like we should, I don’t know… rethink that whole part of our relationship.”

“This again?” He shuffles to the corner to grab his shoes with a huff. “You know how complicated that would be. You would hate attention like that.”

“Maybe I would.” You sit up in your spot while he sits at the foot of the bed, his back facing you. “So what? I might not love the attention but at least we get to go out to dinner, or take a walk together, or I could hug you after a match, or act like we’re together at all!”

He finishes putting his shoes on, still facing away from you. Kylian doesn’t say anything back for a while. You just waited for him, he had to say something eventually. “I don’t want to talk about this right now.”

Not what you wanted to hear.

You nod silently, but that hurt. You watched him grab his phone and wallet on the nightstand as he prepared to leave so he can pick up his literal runway model of a date.

“Are you ashamed of me?” The words came out of your mouth without your permission, but there they were — shifting the mood of the entire conversation without a second of mercy.

He looks back, his eyes rid of any annoyance and replaced with something kind of depressing, a look you’ve never seen from him before. He opens his mouth right as his phone rings, he looks down at it regretfully, sighing out. “One second.” He murmers sorely before he answers it.

You bit the inside of your cheeks to keep the tears at bay. Crying seems like the last thing you want to do right now. You turn your attention back to scrolling through the now very blurry movies on Netflix. He mumbles something about being right down and hangs up. “I…”

“Yeah, yeah. Go.” You assured and bite your cheek harder, feeling the tears right there. “Can’t be late. Not a good look. I get it.” There was a clear harshness behind your permission.

“We’ll talk about this, alright?” He fidgets, making his way to you, kissing your forehead. You feel a tear fall and you wipe it just as quickly, not looking at him. “Hey,” he coos, lifting your chin up wo finally meet his stare. “I am not ashamed of you.” He wipes the tear and kisses your nose. “Okay?”

You nod, sniffling and casually wiping another stray tear away, offering a weak nod. “Okay.”

Kylian felt wrong for walking out at that moment. He knew you wanted to go public but never knew that you were feeling this way. It was something he wanted to unpack, something he wanted to make you feel better about.

That question drove him insane all night. His steak tasted dull, his wine tasted bitter, his date looked like nothing compared to you. She twirled her hair and batted her lashes, assuming he was single. Why wouldn’t she? Nothing in recent news even hinted at any kind of romance going on in the star footballers life, but he knew the truth. He knew who he had waiting for him under his covers, and she deserved better than what he was giving her.

The night crawled by, achingly clapping along with the crowd without really listening to what the applause could be about. After accepting his award, he only wished he could find you in the sea of strangers from the stage. He just wanted to go home. Lay with you, hold your hand, let you know his intentions.

Of course he’d thought about this secret relationship from your perspective. It’s weird, needing a date and not being able to take you, even if you were his girlfriend. He couldn’t help but wonder how he’d feel if the roles were reversed.

They kind of were once, and he hated that feeling with a burning passion. Your office held a Christmas party last year and everyone had to bring a date… something about even numbers for one of the holiday games they’d planned out. You mentioned it in passing that you were going with Neil, the handsome budget analysts that you considered to be one of your good friends. Kylian wanted to pick a fight so bad. He wanted to tell you that he didn’t like you going with someone else… but he couldn’t. You’d endured countless news articles pondering if he was dating one of the many women that accompany him, helped him look spiffy for these events, kissed him goodbye as he went to eat a nice dinner with hot models and actresses. How would that be fair?

Hours went by and you didn’t feel the need to wait up for him. These events could drag on for hours past your bedtime, and your mood tonight in particular didn’t feel up to listening to all the glorious details that he makes out to sound dreadful… free cocktails, gourmet food, meeting celebrities, making new friends… there were only so many ways to complain about it before it started sounding disingenuous. The more you thought about it the later it got, quickly time spiraled out of your control, finding yourself watching the busy streets of Paris through the open window from the bed. The frustration you felt when your eyes closed and all you saw was Kylian arm in arm with girls that weren’t you put a dreadful feeling in your stomach.

It couldn’t have been later than 1 o’clock in the morning when Kylian returned, his tie loosened, top buttons undone, jacket almost dragging on the ground as he trudged up the stairs, leaving the shiny new trophy by the door.

It’s kind of insane to him how on long days like these he craves your touch, your comfort. He never thought of himself as someone who could be dependent on another person, at least not in this time of his life. With his priorities set on becoming a legendary football star, he didn’t necessarily set aside time for romance, but you just… happened. Someone so unlike the others, your charm reeling him in until he knew he was done for. Helpless.

The pressure of the public eye is brutal. He knows first hand how the media can ruin a relationship, no matter how strong the pillars you stand on are. They find ways to chip you down, make you doubt everything, make you doubt yourself. You were innocent to it all. He wanted to keep you that way. Selfish, sure, but he knew it would eventually cause some vicious issues down the line. It happens every time.

As he walked through the bedroom door, the shape of your silhouette under the covers tugged on his heart. Though his brain was begging him to wash up in the bathroom and go to sleep, his feet lead him to your side of the bed.

He crouched down at eye level with you, petting a gentle hand on top of your head, taking his time to really look at your face. You eyes slowly opened, he offered a tiny smile that he didn’t even realize grew on his face.

“I didn’t mean to wake you, amour.” He cooed, running his thumb over your cheek.

“I can’t sleep.” You groggily respond, closing your eyes at his touch.

He leaned over, kissing your forehead continuously without pulling away. “I’ll come to bed in a second.” He mumbled against your skin before standing, taking off his uncomfortable outfit on the way. He made quick time brushing his teeth and washing his face, changing into a clean pair of boxer briefs before crawling into his spot next to you.

Without thinking twice, his hands latched around your waist, pulling your bodies close together and spooning you with his face nuzzled into your hair.

You were hyperaware of everything. The way that his hand landed on the puff of your stomach, the amount of room you took up on your half of the bed, the roll that formed when you laid on your side like you were. At the beginning of the relationship that’s all you could think about whenever Kylian wrapped his arms around you. It took you a while to not tense up and let yourself melt into his touch, but tonight you were taken back to the beginning. The questioning if you were ever going to be good enough. If you’d ever be taken seriously as a couple. If people thought you two looked weird together, that he could do better than you.

“You’re beautiful.” Kylian eased, snapping you out of your thoughts. He felt your muscles tight under your skin, he just wanted you to relax. “I mean it, (Y/N).”

You didn’t say anything back, gulping to try and get rid of the panicky lump in your throat. He kissed the shell of your ear, reaching his hand under your T-shirt and letting it land on your bare stomach.

You tensed up more, instinct telling you to get up and go to the bathroom or something to get out of this situation.

“Stop, bébé.” He clicked once feeling your squirming. “Let me hold you.”

The longer the two of you stayed silent, listening to each others breathing, basking in the warmth you both provided, you felt more at ease. He shifted slightly, letting himself look down on you while holding himself up on his forearm.

He touched your cheek, tracing tour eyelashes with his thumb. “I’m taking you out to a nice dinner tomorrow night.”

You furrowed your brows. “Out?”

“Mhm.” He kissed the tip of your nose. “That new Thai restaurant you told me about last week.”

The tears swarmed your eyes, a wave of happiness surging through your body like electricity. “Really?” Your voice came out squeaky, laced in weary excitement.

He smiled down at you, kissing your grin onto his own face. “Of course.”

“Oh, baby…” You coo, grabbing his face in your own hands, letting some of the tears run down the side of your face. “Thank you.”

Kylian wiped them away sweetly. “Don’t thank me. I should have done this a while ago. I shouldn’t have kept you hidden away all to myself for this long. It wasn’t fair to you, I’m sorry.”

You pulled his neck down and kissed his passionately, but the pace was slow. Eventually, your tongues greeted each other expertly, his legs climbed over to lay his body on yours, his hand roamed under your shirt to feel your bare tits. It wasn’t long before you both got rid of the minimal layers keeping you apart, desperate to feel safe in each others touch.

He was gentle, loving, caressing every inch. Kylian spent extra time loving on the places he knew you overthought about. The ones that people would point out in the past. He kissed and licked them while praising you, leaving marks to remind you how he felt about you. All of you.

You attempted to roll over and have him take you from behind, but he pushed you down. “I wanna see your face. Wanna watch you. Wanna look at you.” He was borderline incoherent, but completely lucid. He said all the right things, forgetting completely about the surefire wave of trouble that would be headed your way tomorrow night.

Kylian was drunk on your sweet sounds. The continued “ah, ah, ah”’s that escaped your plumped lips drove him insane, cumming inside your shaking walls while watching the pleasure grow on your scrunched face. You came while clutching his biceps, closing your eyes tightly in euphoria.

He cleaned you both up, wiping you down with a wet rag before laying back next to you. This time, he pulled you into his chest while he laid on his back, feeling your body now comfortable and relaxed, listening to your soft snores that tickled his bare chest.

The next morning, Kylian’s side of the bed was empty, but the vague memory of his sweet kiss that landed on your forehead before he left send butterflies to your stomach. The much clearer memory of dinner plans tonight erupted another wave of them, motivating you to get the day started as soon as possible, needing to get home and prep for a night you’ve been waiting for for way too long.

On the doorstep of your humble townhome sat a big white box, a pink letter taped to the top with your name written nicely on top. It was obviously Kylian’s penmanship; neat but a little wonky. You giggled to yourself, bringing the box inside and opening the envelope.

To my sweet (Y/N),

You will look so beautiful tonight. I can’t wait to see you. Be ready by 7:30.

I love you, bébé.

-Kyks

You pressed the card dramatically to your chest, humming at the sweetness overload from your boyfriend. Though you wanted to relish in that moment, you couldn’t take it anymore. You had to see what the hell was in the box.

“Oh, wow…” You gasp as you catch the first glimpse of the dress that sat neatly on the tissue paper. You pulled it out, putting it against your body. It was a pink floral midi dress, form-fitting at the top, looser on the skirt and a slit that ran down the side. It was gorgeous. Perfect. Thank god that Kylian has a sense of style or else you’d be making your debut in an ugly outfit… Even better, you were thankful he knew your size because that thing fit like a glove. Goddamn… you look so sexy in this.

Time flies, it really does. Especially when your brain is working overtime thinking about the absolute worst things that could happen. You couldn’t stop yourself from taking two shots of tequila to calm your jittery nerves, hoping the shaking in your hands or the knot in your stomach would subdue before the knock on the door came. But, alas, it came…

You took a deep breath in the mirror, checking yourself from head to toe. Confidence is something you had to build, and it’s so much harder than people make it out to be. Fake it ‘till you make it can only take you so far, the rest is real work, especially in a world that praises people who look the opposite of you.

You’d hear your thinner friends complain about how fat they looked right in front of you, as if you didn’t have to live in that reality every single day. It was like their worst nightmare was looking like you. They’d tell you “you’re not fat, you’re beautiful!” As if you couldn’t be both. You’d walk closely to the wall and try and take up the most minimal amount of space possible — as if you could hide your size, feeling like every judgmental eye was on you all the time.

It was the little things that added up (along with the more brutal comments you’d get through life), but your skin was thick. Thick, yes. Unbreakable? You were about to find out. As soon as you stepped out under the mercy of the public eye with him… you’ll be tested how much you can actually take. How much this relationship could actually take.

You swung the door open to reveal the most handsome sight you’d ever seen. Kylian wore an all black suit. You thought to yourself that this must be what the models of the past were used to opening their doors to. Now, it’s finally your turn.

Kylian was holding a bouquet of flowers that matched your dress, showing off a huge smile. He seemed like he wanted to speak words, but his eyes spoke for him, much louder than anything his voice could come up with.

He eyed you up and down, a visible gulp making you want to retreat into yourself shyly. “Hi.” You meeped, cheeks sore from the smile you couldn’t shake.

Kylian cleared his throat, blowing out a raspberry. “You…”

He continued to eye you, walking in slowly as you shut the door behind him. “You did good with this dress.” You complimented, taking the flowers from his hands and walking them to your sink to grab a vase.

“The dress is just a dress, amour.” He growled, watching your backside like a lion would his lioness, infatuated with every curve and crease your body created under the material. “You in that dress? Tu blagues?” Are you kidding me? He stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your stomach and kissing your shoulder. “Oh lá lá…”

You laughed, lulling back into his touch, basking in his warm and secure embrace. “You always say the right things, Mbappé.”

He hums, unwrapping his arms and taking the flowers you were cutting from your hands, taking over the process. You stepped back and watched him as he filled the vase up with water, dropping them in with precision, one by one until they displayed beautifully.

He set them next to the bottle of tequila and shot glass you'd left out. He raised an eyebrow at you.

You shrugged. "For the nerves."

"Ah..." He nods, opening the cabinet and grbbing a tiny glass for himself, pouring the golden liquid into each one, holding one out to you. "To nerves of steel." You clinked your glasses, throwing your heads back and shivering as it went down. With a grimace, he shook off the taste of the drink. "Ready?"

Your mouth was dry despite the liquid that still lingered in your mouth. You inhaled deeply, faking a smile on your face while grabbing your purse. "Yep."

Kylian sensed the waver in your confirmation, reaching out to hold both your hands. "They're going to say whatever they're going to say. We can't control their thoughts on our relationship." He kissed your knuckles and all the rings you'd decorated your fingers with. "But we can't let them keep controlling us."

"I love you." You say, looking deep into your man's eyes and thinking about all the emotions you've seen them hold. The frustration after a loss. The playfulness before sex. The adoration during the first I love you that slipped his tongue. The relief that washed away the anxious look when you said it back.

"Your carriage awaits, princesse." He takes your purse and hold your hand, leading you both to the door that he opened for you.

You thanked him as he helped you into the large town car, running around to the other side and sat next to you.

As you neared the restaurant, his hand never leaving your thigh, you just looked at him, taking in every ounce of his being.

He wasn't ashamed of you. He loved you. He cared, he listened, he was perfectly yours. You knew no matter the things you'd surely read about yourself, the things you'd surely think about yourself at times, that Kylain would be a constant. This new chapter might bring some hard times, but you'll stand with Kylian. And he'd stand with you. You knew he would.

A/N: Plus sized ladies never get nearly enough representation on this platform. Hope you all enjoyed, this is something I wrote from my own feelings/experiences being plus sized! Love you all so much.

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kylianswifey · 1 year

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Hello babies! ❤️

I want to reach out and let you know that I won't be posting for a few days or a couple weeks. I'm experiencing a painful episode due to an illness I suffer from. I find it very hard to focus on writing when my whole body is in pain. Although, writing helps me shift my focus from my condition, I sometimes get very tired and go on survival mode. I will be back with new stories for you. Until then, I will come here and read the new updates from the amazing writers on here. I love you all ❤️

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kylianswifey · 1 year

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💌Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌🫶🏼

Sweety, I didn't even realise I commented on most of your work 🙈 Must've slipped my mind 😆 didn't even realise that the works I liked were yours 💞💞

I love your username, makes you special, I find it cute. 💜 😌

Can't wait to hear more of you 😘

Let's be friends, I don't really fathom a -writer/reader- relationship with kyky supporters. We are co-wifes, and that's so not acceptable 😆

Oh, my god. I don't know how i didn't see this message sooner. Thank you so much for the kind words honey 💞💞💞. I appreciate your WHOLE existence. 😘 Let's be friends, honey. I already consider you a friend of mine 💜

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kylianswifey · 1 year

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I NEED THIS TO BE A BOOK ON MY BOOKSHELF I'm MELTING, literally MELTING, into your slow burn moments. Btw, I'm glad that Lucette is not his actual girlfriend, I like the 'past relationship' idea. Also " I need you eyes on me." I meannn, who DOESN'T?? 💗💗 I know every chapter is going to get better and better. Something I would like to read would be a sleeping moment while they're still friends, maybe Kylian gets worse at night and she falls asleep with him while taking care of him!? You're one of a kind 💗

Comme Les Fleurs - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Bingo and Tears

Summary: Left with no other options, Kylian must rehab his newly injured leg at a stranger’s home for the next month and she isn’t at all what he expects. Meanwhile, Aurèle has to deal with easily-irritated and sullen Kylian as she opens her home to him.

Word Count: 7.2k

Warnings: cursing, brief frustration

Note: Thank you so much for the feedback for this!! I enjoy reading every comment and reblog lmfao, you guys are funny and super sweet. Think this starts off as a slower chapter but will start picking up pace in the next chapter. I literally hate writing the beginning of stories, oh lord. Anyways, a happy guest feature!

Keep reading

#I fell in love with Kylian so deeep after reading this #this is amazing

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kylianswifey · 1 year

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Awww! I love how you took the time to show your favorite parts. "The ache in her chest was proof of that..." is my favorite thing, it made me thing of all my heartbroken moments when I actually felt that. 🥺 Thank you so much for your kinds words. Of course I will tag you 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

La Flamme de l'Amour - Chapter 5

Summary: In the glittering City of Light, Anita embarks on a journey of self-discovery and adventure. But fate has other plans when she meets Kylian, a man in a complicated relationship with Marie. Despite their attraction, they must keep their feelings hidden as they navigate a dangerous game of love and loyalty. Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 Word Count: 4.9k Quick note: I just wanted to update you all on the status of my story. Unfortunately, it seems that there hasn't been as much interest in it as I had hoped, and as a result, I have decided to wrap up the story in the next chapter. I want to thank those of you who have been reading and supporting me throughout this journey, and I hope that you'll join me for the conclusion of this tale. Your support means everything to me, and I am grateful for every single one of you.

Knocks felt like slaps on her face and Anita opened her eyes to see the morning light illuminating in her room. She sat up on the bed and rubbed her eyes, trying to remember things from last night. Kylian’s concerned face flashbacked into her mind and she panicked, looking around. There was a half empty glass of water on the nightstand, a dried washcloth and medication, but there wasn’t anyone in the room. She dragged her feet to the door and opened it.

“Morning, Anita. Are you feeling better?” Mrs. Lucia smiled at her, holding a laptop in her hands.

“Yeah… Yeah, I feel better. The headache is gone.”

“Great! You can join us for breakfast downstairs and then we’ll get to work later” Mrs. Lucia’s words cleared Anita’s mind from her sleepiness, making her realize where she was and what she’s doing here.

“Of course, I’ll be down in five minutes.” They smiled at each other and Anita shut the door, leaning against it with her hands on her back pressed against the door. She shut her eyes and sighed, last night felt like a bad dream, or a good one. She could see the signs in her room of Kylian being there. There was a blanket and a small pillow on the sofa in the corner of the room where Kylian dozed off last night, watching over Anita. His smell still lingered in the materials.

She dragged herself downstairs, still a little drowsy from last night, and entered the cafeteria trying to avoid making eye contact with a specific person. She saw Charlotte waving her hand in the air, signaling for her to join her table. She walked slowly towards the empty chair, looking down. She sat on the chair and Lottie put a cup of coffee in front of her, smiling.

“Here, drink this. I hope you’re feeling better, we have a busy day ahead.” Anita sipped the coffee and nodded at her. Her mind was still somewhere else. She tried to recollect everything that happened last night and wanted to mentally experience that moment with Kylian again, the same way a girl would discuss with her best friend an eye contact with her high school crush multiple times. Did he look at me? Did he smile? You look at him while I pretend I’m not looking. Anita suddenly got homesick. She wished Helen was here to help her overcome this situation.

As Anita dragged herself down the stairs, her mind was consumed with thoughts of Kylian. Her heart ached as she replayed every moment of their encounter last night, wishing she could relive it again and again. But as she entered the cafeteria, she tried to keep her emotions in check and avoid the piercing gaze of the man who held her heart in his hands.

Then, she saw Charlotte. With a wave of her hand and a smile on her face, Lottie signaled for Anita to join her at the table. As she sat down, Lottie placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of her and offered words of comfort.

“Here, drink this. I hope you’re feeling better, we have a busy day ahead.”

Anita nodded at her, smiling softly, but despite her best efforts, Anita's mind remained lost in thoughts of Kylian. She tried to recall every detail of their brief but unforgettable encounter, desperate to relive the moment once more. It was like she was a lovestruck teenager again, constantly searching for the approval of her crush. Suddenly, she longed for the comfort of home. She wished her dear friend Helen was by her side, offering guidance and support during this trying time.

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Anita grabbed her camera and headed out to the field with Lottie. As they walked towards the players, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement in her chest. She had always loved capturing moments on camera, and this was the perfect opportunity to do so.

As she started taking photos, her attention was drawn to Kylian, who was training with the rest of the team. She couldn't help but admire the way he moved, the grace and agility he possessed. Suddenly, he turned towards her and caught her gaze. Suddenly, he turned towards her and caught her gaze.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, time stood still. Anita could feel her heart beating faster in her chest. It was as if he could see right through her, into her soul. She smiled softly, feeling a warm rush of gratitude towards him. It was as if he knew how much she needed that moment last night, and he was silently asking if she was feeling better.Anita nodded slightly, feeling a blush creeping up her cheeks. She mouthed a quiet "thank you" to him, and he smiled in return. It was a small gesture, but it meant everything to her.

“Hey, Anita. Take a picture of us!” Hearing her name being called, she quickly turned her head to look at Ramos who practically jumped on top of Neymar, holding up two fingers and goofily smiling. She felt surprised at how he knew her name, she doesn’t remember introducing herself to him. After a few clicking sounds, she gave Ramos a thumbs up and smiled. “Done, they look great. I’ll send them to you, so you can post them if you want.” “Thank you, Annie.” She chuckled at the nickname he gave her, no one called her like that before. .Anita glanced over at Kylian, she saw him looking at her with a soft gaze, she thought that maybe he told them about her. She felt her cheeks heat up as she realized he had been watching her the whole time. She couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking, what he was feeling. Anita took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. She knew that she couldn't let her emotions get the best of her. She had a job to do, and she couldn't afford to mess it up. Anita still felt a little nauseous. She excused herself to the bathroom multiple times to throw up everything she ate, high fever was still present.

“Let me see the photo” Lottie came behind Anita, looking at the camera screen, smiling goofily. Anita could tell that she had a crush on Sergio since she first started taking photos on the field. They seemed to be friends, chatting multiple times throughout the day, anytime they ran into each other. “Hmm, I think he looks hot.” Lottie looked at Anita surprised to hear her say those words about him. Anita tried to contain her laughter but failed and smiled.”I’m just kidding. I think you guys could get along very well.”

A few hours before the game, she sat in the corner of the bustling cafeteria, her fingers gliding over her laptop touchpad as she posted pictures on the official Instagram account. Her task, assigned by Mrs. Lucia, was to take care of the page and keep the followers updated on the team's training sessions.

As she scrolled through the pictures from that day's training session, her heart skipped a beat every time she came across Kylian's handsome face. His chiseled jawline and captivating brown eyes made her heart flutter with an emotion she couldn't quite explain. Anita's mind wandered to thoughts of what it would be like to be with Kylian. She imagined the way his strong arms would feel around her, the sound of his deep voice in her ear, and the way his eyes would light up when he smiled.

But as quickly as those thoughts came, Anita felt a pang of guilt. She knew that she shouldn't be fantasizing about a man who was already in a relationship. She tried to push those feelings aside, but they lingered in her mind.

************

The game went well. A lot of goals had been scored and everything was going well. She was never really this close to football players on the field before and she felt the adrenaline of everyone present there, of every fan. During the last minutes, the coach decided to substitute his three best players Kylian, Neymar and Messi considering this was a friendly game. There was a trophy and a happy celebration after the game. Anita snapped some amazing photos for the Instagram account.

Anita lay in bed, her body still weak and her mind dizzy from the after-effects of her recent vomiting spell. As she lay there, she heard a soft knock at her door. Should she ignore it and pretend to be asleep? Or should she get up and answer it?

The sound of Charlotte's voice calling out to her made the decision for her. Anita slowly rose from her bed and made her way to the door. Charlotte, dressed in her comfortable pajamas, greeted her with a smile that lit up the room.

"An, come on, we have plans!" Charlotte said excitedly, her voice filled with the promise of adventure.

Anita was hesitant at first. She didn't remember making any plans, and she certainly didn't feel up to anything after her recent illness. But Charlotte was insistent, and her infectious enthusiasm soon won Anita over.

"What's going on?" Anita asked, still unsure.

"Game night," Charlotte said, bouncing up and down with excitement. "Sergio is hosting, and we're all invited."

Lottie went inside the room, pushing past a surprised Anita that shut the door after her. The excitement was evident in her friend’s voice, specifically about having to spend a game night with Sergio. Anita could understand her excitement about spending a night with Sergio, but she couldn’t understand why she was being invited.She didn't share the same bond with them as Charlotte did, and the thought made her anxious.

“Lottie, I’m not feeling that well. Besides, I don’t really know the guys.” Anita said as she sat close to her friend on the edge of the bed. ” Who are ‘the guys’ specifically?” “Umm, well, you know, the guys. Sergio, Ney, Presnel and Kylian.” Anita’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name.” Oh, right. You know Kylian. That’s great, you’ll feel less anxious.” If Lottie only knew that Kylian being there is exactly what would make her feel more anxious. Charlotte stood up and went to her suitcase to find a ‘cute’ pair of pajamas for Anita. “Here, wear these. They match mine.”

***************

Anita walked into Sergio’s hotel room, her heart racing as she looked around for a glimpse of Kylian. But as she scanned the room, she couldn't find him. Sergio’s eyes gleamed with excitement as he hugged the two girls, his hand resting on Lottie’s waist.

As they settled in, Neymar and Presnel were engrossed in their game of Uno, paying little attention to the girls. But Sergio was a gracious host, offering them drinks and making small talk.

Anita couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that Kylian wasn't there. Hanging out with him in a crowded room didn’t feel as wrong as opposed to being with him alone, since he has a girlfriend. She longed for his company, even if it meant being lost in the sea of people. It was better than being alone, thinking of him, dreaming of him, and wondering what could have been.

“Isn’t Kylian here?” As if she could read her mind, Lottie asked the guys about the missing one, her words ringing like music to Anita's ears.

"He was here a few minutes ago," Neymar said, "but he left because his girlfriend surprised him with a visit."

The words were like a dagger to Anita's heart, piercing through her chest with an unbearable pain. She couldn't help the hurt that showed on her face. She tried to mask it, to pretend that everything was okay, but deep down, she knew that it wasn't. Her heart felt heavy, and she knew that no matter how hard she tried to deny it, she was in love with him. The ache in her chest was proof of that, and she knew that it would never go away.

Anita sat in the corner, her heart heavy with a mixture of emotions. She had been feeling a little sick from the previous night, and as much as her friends had insisted on her joining their card game, she was content to watch from the corner. The sounds of laughter filled the room, but her mind was elsewhere. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.

The night wore on and Anita's eyes grew heavy. She wasn't quite asleep, but merely resting them, when she heard the door open. She didn't need to open her eyes to know who it was. She could smell his cologne from across the room. It was Kylian.

She kept her eyes closed, listening to the sound of his voice as he joined the others. She could feel the energy in the room shift as he entered, as if everyone's attention was suddenly focused solely on him. And yet, despite the commotion, Anita found herself feeling more calm already.

“Sorry, everyone. I was with Marie until now. What did I miss?” Anita heard Kylian’s voice, still keeping her eyes closed. “We are bored. An is dozing off and Presnel is tired. Me, Sergio and Neymar are the only ones still good.”

Kylian’s heart raced as he approached Anita, his gaze fixed on her delicate features, his eyes couldn't help but feast on her beauty. Even in her weakened state, Anita looked stunning to him. With a gentle touch, he traced his finger down her cheek, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine.

"Why didn't you put a blanket over her? She seems cold. Is she feeling better btw?" Kylian asked, his voice growing louder as he drew nearer. He carefully draped a blanket over her, tucking her in like a precious jewel.

Anita slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. She couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by his touch. He was kneeling before her, his handsome face etched with concern.

"Hey, An. How are you?" Kylian whispered slowly, his voice filled with tenderness.

Anita's heart skipped a beat as she gazed into his deep, caring eyes. She felt safe and loved in his presence, and she knew that she could trust him with her heart.

"I feel better than yesterday, still a little drowsy though." She sat up on the sofa she was laying on and held the blanket closer to her chest.

"I'm glad you're improving. Can we have a little chat?" Kylian asked, his gaze never leaving hers.

"I heard Marie was here. How is she?" Anita intentionally asked, changing the subject and hoping to remind Kylian that he still had someone in his life. Kylian couldn't believe what was happening to him. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his mind was racing with thoughts of her. He had never felt like this before, and he didn't know what to do about it. As he sat on the edge of the bed, he closed his eyes and tried to make sense of his emotions.

But then Anita stood up and announced that she was leaving. He couldn't help but wonder if he would ever be able to express the feelings that he had been suppressing for so long. His mind was consumed with thoughts of her, and every time she was near, he felt himself growing weaker.

As he sat there, lost in his own thoughts, he felt a wave of emotion wash over him. He knew then that he couldn't keep his feelings hidden any longer. He had to tell her how he felt.

*************

Anita walked down the dimly lit hallway of the hotel, her heart felt heavy with uncertainty. She couldn't help but wonder what her life had come to. Moving to France was supposed to be the beginning of a new and exciting chapter, but instead, it seemed as though she was only facing more challenges than ever before. Feeling the need for some solace, Anita decided to make her way to the hotel cafeteria and enjoy a soothing cup of tea.

As she sat on the bar stool, her delicate fingers curled around the warm teacup, her mind wandered to the tumultuous emotions that were churning within her. She had come to this place to escape, to find solace in the soothing warmth of chamomile tea, but fate had other plans.

Suddenly, a familiar voice drifted over to her, like a soft whisper in the wind. Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a familiar ache in her chest. It was Marie. She could feel her presence behind her, but she dared not turn around, fearing that the flood of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. She questioned why she was here alone and not with Kylian.

For a moment, she prayed to the heavens above that Marie would not approach the bar and face her. Marie ordered a glass of wine and sat there unaware of Anita’s presence behind her. Actually, she couldn’t care less about Anita, because she was lost in her own thoughts.

As she pondered over these questions, Marie's phone rang. Anita watched as Marie answered the call. She seemed stressed over something judging by the sound of her distant voice. For a moment, Anita contemplated leaving the cafeteria, but something kept her rooted to the spot.

Eavesdropping is a thing Anita hated the most, but in that exact moment she couldn’t escape that situation for different reasons. One of them being the fear of being noticed by Marie while leaving. “I don’t understand what’s going on, honestly. He seems distant and zoned out. I literally traveled all the way here to surprise him and he left me alone to ‘rest’ because he had a game night with friends.” Marie stopped her speech to order another glass of wine. Anita realized she was talking about Kylian. “ We haven’t slept together in a while. I think… I think he’s seeing someone else. This wasn’t supposed to happen.” Fear washed over Anita as she heard those words. She didn’t realize Kylian was ignoring Marie because of her and she felt bad. What Marie said next confused her.

“You need to take care of this. If there’s someone else in his life, you need to find her and get rid of her. I’m not going to waste all this time for nothing. Don’t forget that you were the one who asked me this.”

Anita slowly stood up from the chair and made her way to the room, still shocked at what she heard. What did Marie mean when she said ‘Don’t forget that you were the one who asked me to do this’? She doesn’t even remember how she got into her room and straight into her bed, everything was a blur. The conversation she heard a minute ago, more exactly eavesdropped, changed her way of thinking. Was Kylian being used by Marie? While trying her hardest to brush off these thoughts, Anita fell asleep thinking about whether she should tell Kylian about this or not. ************ Kylian's heart was pounding in his chest as he faced the woman he once loved. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat and muster up the courage to tell her the truth. It was a painful realization, but he knew that it was time to be honest with himself and with Marie. He paced around the living room, trying his best to make this situation as easy as possible. A week ago, when Marie visited him at the hotel in Qatar, was the exact moment Kylian realized he doesn’t feel anything towards Marie anymore. The thought of Anita hanging out with him for a game night was more important to him than making love with his girlfriend who flew in to surprise him.

One thing was for sure, no matter if Anita felt the same way about him or not, he knew that Marie wasn’t the one for him anymore.

“So, you’re breaking up with me?” Marie stood in front of his face, completely baffled about what she heard.

“Marie, things aren’t working out between us anymore. I just don’t feel the same way about you anymore. I’ve never in a million years thought that I would be the one to do this.” Kylian confessed everything to the shocked woman standing in front of him. Marie sat on the couch, looking defeated. She wasn’t crying, only screams came out of the mouth. “ Is there someone else?” Kylian didn’t answer, but Marie already understood the answer. She stood up and got closer to his face, staring him dead in the eyes, trying to contain herself. “ I hope she’s worth it, Kylian. Because you just lost a very important person in your life.” No matter how many times Kylian tried to hug her, she backed away. In two minutes she was out of his apartment, slamming the door shut.

Even though he just broke up with his girlfriend, Kylian was mostly calm. He sat on the edge of his bed, staring out the window as the soft rays of the sun filtered through the curtains. He couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that gnawed at his insides, the knowledge that he had caused pain to someone he once loved.

But at the same time, he felt a sense of relief. It was better to end things with his girlfriend than to continue living a lie, pretending to feel something that he no longer did. He knew he had made the right decision, no matter how difficult it had been.

Yet there was someone else on his mind, someone who had captured his heart in ways he couldn't explain. Anita. Her name was like a sweet melody that echoed in his mind, a symphony of emotions that made his heart skip a beat. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, trying to calm his racing thoughts. The memory of Anita's smile, her touch, her voice, filled him with a sense of peace that he couldn't find anywhere else. Her beauty was not of this world, it was a reflection of the divine. Her mere presence ignited a fire in my heart that burned brighter than the sun

Kylian didn't know if he should tell Anita about the breakup yet or not. But the thought of not being honest with her made him feel uneasy, like he was hiding something important. He knew that Anita was different from any woman he had ever met before. Anita was no pushover. She wouldn't simply jump into his arms because he was suddenly single. Kylian would have to tread carefully, to earn her trust and her love.

***********

Kylian began to notice how often Anita seemed to cross his path at work. He found himself making excuses to be near her, just to catch a glimpse of her smile or hear the sound of her laughter. Everytime he engaged in a conversation with her, he could tell there was something she was holding back from telling him.

He saw a glimpse of hope once Anita accepted to take the ride home with him. During the ride, he admired her beauty and shyly held her small and fragile hand. Fireworks went off inside him anytime she looked back at him with the same lovely look.

As they both stepped into the elevator, Kylian found himself unable to resist the urge to talk to her. He cleared his throat, hoping to break the silence.

"An, I have something to tell you," he said, his voice quiet and hesitant.

She turned to look at him, her eyes curious. "What is it, Ky?" she asked.

"I... I broke up with my girlfriend," Kylian said, his words coming out in a rush. "It was a while ago, but I didn't know if I should tell you or not."

Anita nodded slowly, the situation with Marie at the hotel flashed into her mind . Maybe Kylian found out whatever Marie talked about on the phone that day. Or maybe, they broke it off because of her. "I see," she said. "And why did you feel the need to tell me?"

Kylian took a deep breath, gathering his courage. He pressed his forehead against her and closed his eyes, holding both her hands tightly. "Because I want to ask you out on a date," he said, his voice low and earnest. “ I want to get to know you more. I want to tell you how I feel, how much you’ve changed my life since I first saw you.”

She leaned in closer to him. "Kylian, I’m scared" she said, the fear and desire were both evident in her voice. And with that, Kylian placed a long kiss on her forehead. He knew that the road ahead would be full of challenges and obstacles, but he was ready to face them all for the chance to be with her.

“You have nothing to be scared of, An. Trust me, even if you say no to being with me, that doesn’t make me regret breaking up with Marie. We ended because the love was gone.”

“Kylian, there something you do-” “Do you feel for me?”

“I do.” She confessed, giving herself all to him. A single tear rolled down her cheek, Kylian was quick to wipe it off her face. “I really fucking do.” “Nothing will happen. I’m all yours, Anita.” “Okay, Ky. I will go on a date with you.” She smiled for the first time after he told her about the breakup. She decided not to tell him about the conversation Marie had on the phone, it was none of her business. That was something between him and Marie. The elevator door opened to Anita’s floor. “I will text you the details.” Kylian said, hugging her goodbye.

Kylian stepped into his apartment and tossed his bag aside, a euphoric smile spreading across his face. He couldn't help but feel like the luckiest man alive. Anita had finally agreed to go on a date with him, and he was determined to make it a night she'd never forget.

As he basked in his joy, his phone rang, breaking him out of his reverie. "Hey dad, what's up?" he answered, still beaming from ear to ear.

"Hey there, Kyky. I'm doing well, son. And how about you? How are things going?"

Kylian eagerly recounted all that had happened to him recently, from the painful breakup with Marie to the exciting date with the gorgeous Anita. His father listened intently, a smile on his face as he offered his son some sage advice.

************

As Anita stood before the mirror, carefully selecting her attire for the special evening, her heart was aflutter with excitement. She couldn't help but smile, knowing that Kylian had planned everything down to the last detail.

Just as she was about to leave, there was a sharp knock at the door. Anita frowned, wondering who could possibly be bothering her at a time like this. When she opened the door, she was met with a stern-looking man she had never seen before.

"Hello," she said tentatively, trying to hide her confusion. "Can I help you with something?"

The man didn't even acknowledge her greeting. Instead, he simply looked her up and down with a cold, calculating expression. "I'm Kylian's father," he said brusquely. "And I've come to tell you that you need to cancel your date with my son."

“I-I don’t understand.” She wasn’t able to form a sentence, everything was a shock to her. ” Why is that exactly?” "Because my son belongs with Marie," the man replied, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Not with you."

“Does Kylian know you’re here?” The man's expression became angrier than before. "Look, I know you think you love my son," he said gruffly. "But the truth is, you're not the right person for him. He needs someone who can support him in his career.Someone like Marie. If you go on this date, you’ll create big problems that will also affect you, your career." Anita was speechless. Was that a threat? Is his dad the man behind Maria’s phone call? “I hope I’ve made myself clear, Anita.” He said gruffly and left her standing there at the door, unable to form a sentence.

************

Kylian's heart was beating faster than ever as he sat at the restaurant, eagerly waiting for Anita. He had planned this dinner, hoping to spend some quality time with the woman who had captured his heart. He had been counting down the minutes until her arrival, but as the clock ticked on, his anticipation slowly turned into anxiety.

He reached for his phone and sent a message to her, hoping for a quick response. When he saw that there was no reply, he felt a sinking feeling in his chest. Was she okay? Had something happened? He tried to shake off the feeling of worry and told himself that she was probably just running late.

But as the minutes turned into hours, Kylian's worry turned into panic. He called her phone over and over again, hoping for some sign of her. But each time, there was no answer. It was as if she had disappeared from the face of the earth.

Kylian's mind raced with questions. Had he done something wrong? Had she changed her mind about him? He couldn't bear the thought of losing her before their relationship had even had a chance to blossom.

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kylianswifey · 1 year

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I ACTUALLY teared up while picturing a lonely Kylian sitting by himself at the restaurant, constantly looking at his watch. 🥺🥺🥺