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Summary: After a horrible break-up, Y/N, decided to pack up and move her life from Buffalo, NY to Cincinnati, OH. She would be closer to her manager and she would be in the area where her podcast began. What she didn’t expect was to find a new relationship in another football player. <summary freaking sucks, and I wish I could write my summaries better but they are what they are.>

Pairing/Fandom: Tee Higgins x Fem! Reader! (NFL)

Warning(s): use of Taylor swifts songs as own (all rights go to her), bad guy! Josh Allen (sorry), fluff, maybe some angst, a few choice words.

All music, gifs, photos, etc. goes to their rightful owners. I am just using these in my imagine, so please don’t be rude.

I hate how I ended this, but I was not sure exactly how you wanted it! let me know if you wanted something different! based on this request. *Not edited so may have grammar/spelling erros.*

“How dare he! How dare he say that I am too immature and that’s why the relationship ended.” Y/N spoke to her friend Olivia who was sitting down beside where she was standing.

The girl had moved back to Cincinnati over eight months ago, her and josh had been broken up for a little over a year now. He had already moved on, seeing as he had made the news with an actress.

“Actually he said that he dated a lot of immature girls and that’s why he’ll never date someone younger than him again.” Olivia corrected Y/N as she gave the girl a look.

“I’m going to kill him.” Y/N grumbled as she plopped down on the couch.

“Woah, who’s going to face the wrath of Y/N today?” Joe burrow asked as he walked into the living room and gave Olivia a kiss before placing his bag down. Ja’Marr, Tee, Logan, Sam, and Tyler made their way in after him.

“Josh, that’s who.” Olivia spoke up knowing that Y/N was in distress right now. “Trying to ruin her reputation.”

Y/N huffed at what Olivia told the guys before glancing around at the Bengals players. “I’m pissed, but maybe it’s because I’m too immature.” She mocked, throwing her head back. “That dick acts like I was ten years younger than him. I’m 24, and he’s 26.” Y/N then turned to Logan who she knew had played college ball with Josh. "Did he ever try to ruin any of his other ex's?"

Logan shrugged not really knowing what to say. He had played with Josh in Wyoming, but was unsure about much else concerning his love life. What the guys did know was that Y/N was far from immature and everyone on the team loved her, the significant others included.

"He's just mad because he lost the best girl he ever had." Tee spoke up, the guys nodding in agreement.

It was no secret that Tee and Y/N were close. They were often mistaken for a couple when they were out in public together and the two had set the record straight multiple times. After Y/N moved to Ohio, Tee was the one to help her through the rough patch of healing from her break-up with Allen.

"Channel that anger into a number one hit and put him in his place." Sam suggested as he sat down on one of the chairs in the living room.

"I've already started," Y/N mumbled getting all the attention on her. Usually she shared her songs with Tee or Olivia. This one had been kept secret because she wasn't sure how she felt about it. "I don't know how I feel about because I wrote it about Josh and then one of my songwriting friends wrote one part and it doesn't even match him."

Olivia gave Joe a knowing look before he nodded and left the living room, returning with a guitar that Y/n had accidentally left. "You are not leaving this house until you give us a snippet." Olivia spoke sternly while Joe placed the guitar in Y/N's lap.

The girl rolled her eyes before gesturing for everyone to sit down, tee making sure to sit next to her, she opened up her phone and ran over the lyrics quickly. "you know what they say, you can't help who you fall for. And you and I fell like an early spring snow, but reality crept in, you said we're too different. You laughed at my dreams, rolled your eyes at my jokes. Mr. Superior thinkin' do you have all the space that you need? I don't have to be your shrink to know that you'll never be happy and I bet you think about me."

"That'll do it." Logan spoke before letting out a laugh. Y/N rolled her eyes and sat the guitar down on the coffee table.

"I bet you think about me, is the name of the song." Y/N mumbled before standing up, "I think I'm going to go. I have to record a podcast episode tomorrow and I need to get ready for that."

"I'll walk you out." Tee offered as Y/N told their friends bye.

Y/N collected her stuff before going to slip on her shoes. She and tee slipped out of the Burrow household and made their way to her Toyota. She carefully put her items in the backseat before turning to face her best friend.

“I, uh, I just wanted to tell you that I’m fully over Josh.” She spoke up her gaze locking on the guy she has liked for the past five months. “You’ve helped me through everything and I just didn’t want you to think that it was all for nothing. I just worry about my jobs and such.”

Tee nodded, “I know.” He assured her. He quickly opened her car door once he realized she was going to open it. “Do you want company tomorrow?”

A grin made its way onto Y/N’s face, “I’d like that.”

“Yeah?” He asked. His own smile growing in his face. Y/N nodded before biting her lip. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you, Tamaurice.” Y/N replied causing the man to groan.

“Really, why you gotta use my full name.” Y/N just smirked before getting in her car and slowly pulling out of the drive to head towards her house.

"What's your take on the whole "every NFL player cheats on their significant other" thought process?" Y/N asked as she sat across from one of her friends, Allison Kuch. Her husband had previously played for the Cleveland browns and that was how the two girls had gotten close.

"I hate it." She laughed as she glanced at the two guys sitting behind the camera. Isaac was sitting next to Tee as the girls recorded Y/N's podcast episode. "I don't particularly think that the NFL would make someone cheat."

"Right." Y/N nodded, "If they are gonna cheat then they will no matter their job." Y/N finished.

"I read many articles about that being your case and I was like.. that doesn't sound right. I think it's funny how the media takes things and runs with it." Allison spoke into the microphone.

Y/N let out a small huff before nodding her head, "yeah, they do. I remember when the news hit that Josh and I broke up, which we had been broken up for two months before media and fans put it together. There were articles saying I was out with another guy in New York and then there were some saying Josh was hanging out with his ex and others. It was definitely many lies being told." Y/N agreed before moving onto the next question.

"I have a question for you, actually." Allison spoke up gaining the attention of Y/N. "Do you think that Josh ruined any plans to ever get with a professional athlete again?"

The question had gained the attention of Tee who was talking to Isaac about the upcoming football season. Y/N let out a nervous laugh, "Uh, no. I mean, the whole immature jab was hurtful but if you have bitter ex's then." Y/N shrugged not knowing how to continue that sentence. "My thought process is that one guy does not define the entire population. Josh does not define the NFL men population, you know?"

Allison nodded before the two carried on with the episode and eventually called it quits. After the podcast was over, Allison and Isaac had told the two goodbye and left to head back to their hotel. Tee was helping Y/N pick up her podcast room and get her equipment situated before they had shut the lights off and closed the door.

"You hungry? I was thinking about making dinner." Y/N mumbled as she walked into her kitchen and leaned back against the counter. She was trying to think of what to make that sounded good to her. Truth be told, since her break-up she hadn't been eating as much which was causing her to lose weight.

"I'm good with whatever." Tee shrugged as he came to a stop in front of her and leaned against the island. "Does it bother you that people ask about Josh?"

The girl in front of him shrugged, "Not really. He's part of my past and people want to know, and I think talking about it can be healing." she explained thinking about her past with the NFL quarterback. "Does it bother you that people ask about him?"

Tee was taken back by that question. He was not expecting to have her reconcile that question back to him. "A little, maybe." He muttered not knowing how she would take the new information.

Y/N nodded, the butterflies swarming in her stomach. "Can I play you a song that I've been working on?" she asked almost shyly. It was strange for her not to be outgoing around him. He had been her best friend for almost a year now and she had never cowered under him.

"Course." Tee agreed as he followed Y/N to her living room. She had her guitar, notebook, and pen laid out neatly on her coffee table.

Y/N picked up her guitar once they got situated on the couch and started the chords for the song. It was an upbeat song which she would have to give him an idea of what the acoustic would sound like. "we kept everything professional, but something's changed, it's somethin' I like. They keep watchful eyes on us, so it's best that we move fast and keep quiet. You won't believe half the things I see inside my head, wait 'til you see half the things that haven't happened, yet." She sang carefully.

Her eyes stayed on the notepad as she sang, scared to see her best friend's reaction. "but what would you do, if I went to touch you now? What would you do if they never found us out? what would you do if we never made a sound? Cause I can see you waitin' down the hall for me, I can see you up against the wall with me, and what would you do? baby if you only knew. That I can see you, throw your jacket on the floor, I can see you make me want you even more, what would you do, baby if you only knew. That I can see you." She finished singing the snippet of her almost finished song.

Y/N carefully laid her guitar back in its previous spot and turned towards her best friend. "What do you think?" she asked nervously.

The Bengal's wide receiver nodded, "it's great." He told the girl his honest opinion. "Did someone inspire it or was it one of those late-night thoughts you get?"

"You, inspired it." Y/n mumbled knowing that it was now or never to get her feelings out there. She wanted to tell him before he met someone else and did not have the chance for him to see her like that. Tee stared at her for a good couple of minutes unknowing what to say. "Can you please say something?" she asked after the long silence. Her stomach was churning from nerves.

"You wrote a sexual song about me?"

"Now you make it sound horrible." Y/n muttered as she stood up trying to ease her stomach. The bile was slowly rising in her throat and she was unsure of how to take back what she had just said. "It's fine that you don't feel the same way, really. We can forget that I ever said anything."

"We could," Tee spoke as he stood up, causing Y/N's throat to burn even more. "Or we could make your song a reality..." he trailed. Y/n froze on the spot, her churning stomach coming to a halt as she felt relief flood her body. "What was it again?" He asked pretending to think. "I can see you up against the wall with me?" he asked. Y/N nodded unsure of his next move.

Without warning, he lifted her up by her thighs and placed then around his toned waist and carefully walked them backwards until her back hit the hallway wall. Y/n's heart was beating in her chest, her stomach was fluttering. The girl raised her eyes up to meet his brown ones, the closeness of them making her yearn for him. "You feel the same way?" she mumbled not sure what to say as her hands landed on the back of his neck. His braids tickled her knuckles a bit, but it was a feeling she loved.

Instead of answering, he carefully leaned closer and locked lips with the girl he had wanted since he met her. It was everything that they had both expected and even more than what they were expecting.

*About a year and some months later* (I guess around this 2023 season)

The last year had been going great for Y/N, she had her man that she was in love with, she had a successful album which consisted of her single about Josh and the one about Tee, and better yet, her relationship had been kept private for the most part.

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The game had not gone as expected, many thought that the Raven's would lose but it turned out to be a loss for the Bengals. Y/N was still extremely proud of Tee, he had gotten 12 of the 24 points that they had made. Fans were leaving the stadium, most wearing Bengals gear, while some were in Raven's gear.

"Hi," a voice stopped Y/N as she was starting to head towards the Bengals locker room. "Can I get a picture?" The younger girl asked holding out her phone. Y/N gave the girl a smile and nodded before bending down to her level and getting a picture of the two. "Thank you. I really like you being friends with the Bengals, my dad makes me wear a raven's jersey because my mom likes Joe burrow."

Y/N gave the little girl a small smile, "well, I'll make sure to tell Joe and the team all about you." she said softly before she felt a presence beside of her. "It was nice to meet you."

"You too, thank you to much!" the fan replied before running off to find her family.

Y/N stood up and turned around to be met with Olivia who was probably heading to wait for Joe. Both girls headed towards the locker room and stopped outside when they could hear Zac Taylor’s voice. He was ranting while also trying to encourage them not to give up. It was obvious to Y/N that he was trying to get onto the team while keeping their hopes high.

Pretty soon after coach was done ranting, the boys started walking out talking amongst themselves. “Hey you.” Y/N greeted Tee softly once she seen him and pushed herself off the wall. “You did good out there.”

“Coulda been better.” Tee shrugged as his arms went to wrap around her waist.

“Hey!” Y/N scolded slightly. “12 points is still amazing.” She assured, her hands locking around his neck.

Tee gave her a small smile and pulled her into him. Their season was starting out horrible, and every single one of them hated it. Y/N squeezed her boyfriend before pulling back a bit, "You ready to get out of here?" she asked softly a twinkling in her eye that Tee had caught.

"for sure."

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cialovesklopp · 7 months

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kylian mbappe liked to call himself a lucky man. he had it all. his dream job that consisted of him scoring against top teams, he lived in paris, the city of love and he had the perfect girlfriend — the girl he had crushed on for years. and he had the perfect balance between his private life and work.

he could enjoy his time with amara, their growing relationship that was forming on all ends while also hide her from the public and make sure no one even knew that the two had been going out. they played the perfect game — but what he hadn’t realized was how his private life and social life started to intertwine and the lines became thin and blurry.

his teammates being huge fan of his girlfriend was starting to become a bit complicated; especially when they were talking constantly about her. kylian wouldn’t call himself a very possessive person but he wasn’t an alien and jealousy was completely human. if he could, he would keep her all to himself, somewhere where they could be all alone and it would only be the two of them. he knew that amara, liyah and grace often joked together and his brain was also aware that his teammates often joked when they were playfully teasing him for her but still; it didn’t make the jealousy deep inside him burn less.

usually when his brain was overworked like that and his thoughts were all over the place, football helped him calm down, find his foot again. but this time it was useless with the way his team mates were already waiting for him, huge grins adorning their faces. he had briefly talked to amara this morning before leaving for training with her being in a different time zone — which didn’t make him miss her less — but made his jealousy subside a bit when she had smiled at him bigly. she was his and only his, no matter how many people had seen her shake her ass.

he intentionally made a big circle around the group, walking directly over to the coach to get his first warming up exercises. he would deal with them and their childish antics later. the first sessions went quicker than he had anticipated and soon, he found himself with no way to escape them.

“oohh, le patron est arrivé,” ousmane exclaimed jokingly, clapping fiercely on his back as the french striker walked past him. — the chef has arrived

“ta meuf a faire fort,” presnel added, smirking at kylian playfully. “elle a percé, carrément.” — your girl did great, she literally dropped a bomb

he bit his lip at the mention of ‘his girl’, forcing his lips to not turn into a smirk. she was his girl, and only his and it was probably the proudest thing he had ever had. he could ever call his.

“le monde entier est jaloux de toi sans même le savoir,” ousmane snickered, “imagine s’ils savait qu’ils étaient jalouse d’une tête de tortue?” he laughed as kylian rolled his eyes. — the entire world is jealous of you without even knowing

— imagine they would know that they’re jealous of a turtle head

“it’s not funny anymore,” kylian muttered, giving ousmane a light slap on his neck even though it didn’t make his best friend stop.

“t’as même déjà vu le clip?” presnel asked him curiously as they entered the changing rooms. sitting down next to his things, kylian shook his head as he took a big sip of his bottle of water. — have you even watched the clip already

“no, but i already got a three minute long voice message from antoine.”

the grin on presnel’s lips grew as he raised his eyebrows teasingly. “ohhh, t’as encore rien vu mon frère. amara pulled out the big moves.” — you haven’t seen anything yet, bro

putting his hoodie on, he chuckled as he felt pride curse through his body at the mention of her achievements. “anyone who didn’t know that she’s talented is blind. she’s more than just talented. i’ll watch the video later, once i’m at home.”

leaning in closer and with a certain mischievous glint in his eyes, presnel suggested funnily, “how about … we watch it here? make it a team bonding experience?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

watching his girlfriend on tv together with his teammates while she was singing about having sex with him was not something kylian wanted to bond over with his team. just the thought made a small flame of jealousy and possessiveness appear in his stomach.

but he didn’t even have the chance to decline as presnel had already called the rest of the team over. “le gars, venez vite,” presnel called the others over loudly, laughing when he saw kylian’s expression. “on va regarder le nouveau clip d’amara.” — guys come quickly, we’re going to watch amara’s new video clip

he facepalmed, hearing the other players come in rushed, as they all gathered in front of the big tv in the changing rooms. they had all smirks plastered on their faces when they walked past kylian, all ready to tease him for his girlfriend’s new song. especially when it was about their sex life.

there were only two times when kylian mbappé had wished for the ground to open up and swallow him: when he had missed that penalty at the euros 2021 and now. when he had to witness his teammates watch a music video that was clearly about his sex life.

the minute the first scene had started to play, he wished he had lied when presnel had asked him whether he had already watched the video or insisted he would watch it alone. the video hadn’t even been on for thirty seconds before he could hear the first whistles of his teammates.

“damn,” one exclaimed as they watched amara dance in a gorgeous red dress, kylian remembered having bought for her. he didn’t know she had planned to use it for her video. glancing at them, some were attempting to mimic amara’s move, failing unsurprisingly but causing laughter all around them.

and as much as kylian didn’t like the thought of his friends watching her in that way, those feelings were very quickly overthrown by the pride he felt while watching her.

seeing her in her natural element, the way she sang so graciously, her voice matching perfectly to the music in the background, a sense of awe and admiration rushed over him. he knew someone had to be good to sing and some were good at dancing but the way she was that talented to do both and make it seem so easy and flawless — it opened a new perspective. she had come and seen him in his element, witnessed the way he made the ball his own and became a warrior on the ground and now it was his turn to watch her undeniable talent.

and it wasn’t just that, that left him speechless and in awe. moreover the way she danced, her moves filled with passion and dedication but also charisma and ability— it all passed through the screens, capturing him completely and his heart too. his teammates were probably too busy gawking at amara to even truly listen to what she was singing about but kylian felt hit with every word that she sang.

her voice resonated in his ears like a melody, a sound he would never forget. it wasn’t as beautiful as her laugh but it always managed to brighten everything up, illuminate his world. even though he had realized from the beginning how lucky he was to know amara and that he had to treat her like the goddess she was, today was again, a reminder that amara imani way out of his league.

there was this legend that sometimes, one had to fall several times in love with a person to know that they truly loved her — kylian had probably already fallen in love with her twenty times and this video proved he would do it many more times. every note she sang, every word she said about them and their life, every move she performed — it was her that truly captivated his eye. and the funniest thing was the it wasn’t even amara imani that he felt so strong about. it was the woman behind the music that had made her way into his heart and made it her home.

he was brought back from his thoughts when vitinha gasped and ousmane let out a loud sigh as they were met with the sight of amara in a beautiful silver bikini dancing. kylian chuckled at the way he

“you hit jackpot with her,” achraf told him, punching him lightly on the arm. he couldn’t hide his grin this time, only nodding as he thought ahead to when she would be back from the shooting — he couldn’t wait to wrap his arms around her, cuddle her while he showered her in affections and let her know that she was the sun in his universe.

“kylian, does she have a sister?” neymar asked jokingly, laughing.

he didn’t bother to reply, knowing that they were just trying to tease him. but his face grew a bit hot — even thought nothing was visible — when the two women were moving together slowly, their extensions covering their private parts. especially because they seemed to be all in awe.

“toi mon frère, t’as de la chance,” presnel exclaimed, grinning widely. “t’as vraiment étè béni,” he told his friend proudly, who only laughed. he couldn’t help but chuckle at presnel’s and ousmane’s antics, occasionally laughing at his enthusiastic teammates. — you my brother, you’re so lucky

— you were really blessed

as the video came to an end and the music started to fade out, till the screen was abruptly black again.

at first the changing rooms were quiet, with everyone still processing what they had just seen — a masterpiece and a talented genius. and then they all started clapping and whistling for kylian who started laughing.

that they were all fans of her was no secret; it was probably the most obvious thing in the world that the france national team and psg were huge fans of amara imani and even more since they had found out that she was dating one of their own. but what they realized now was that they had never truly seen her in action, in her world.

and between all of them, it was kylian who was wearing the biggest smirk of them all. as his teammates went back to what they were doing, still providing for playful commentary while others packed their things since training was over, he pulled out his phone to text his girlfriend.

INCOMING FACETIME CALL

grinning at his phone, kylian happily waited for amara to accept the call even though he knew she would probably still be on set. she had been eager to release it as it was the proud result of hard work, creativity and teamwork.

kylian remembered the days when she came home tired and exhausted from shooting and learning the choreography and it made him incredibly happy to see how it had all paid off. amara imani was a force to be reckoned with the moment she set her mind to something.

“alors, comment tu l’as trouvé?” amara immediately asked him the moment she saw his face appear on her screen. — so, what did you think of it?

“incroyable. c’était vraiment une belle video.” he replied with a warm smile and amara’s heart swelled at his words, her heart was full of joy and pride. to be honest, every other opinion on her didn’t matter anymore as long as he was okay with it. “but i think i’d have preferred if it was just me who got to see your beautiful body and not the entire world.” — incredible, it was a beautiful video

“are you jealous kyky?” she teased him playfully, laughing as she walked to a bit more private space to talk to him.

“pas du tout. mais je n’aime pas partager ce qui est a moi,” he smirked, amara’s eyes growing wide. she loved when he was possessive about her in that way — a healthy way where he just showed how not only proud and lucky he was to have her but also grateful. a different kind than evan’s jealousy where it was mostly always about his image. “the beauty of your body is something i’d rather not share with the world.” — not at all, but i don’t like sharing what’s mine

the singer made a mental note to thank god again the minute she finished talking because the luck she got that she wasn’t able to spot a blush — she had truly been a favorite.

they talked a bit, kylian occasionally asking some questions to the shoot before amara even noticed the unusual background. “by the way, i see you’re still at training. did you sneak away to watch the video in private.”

he shrugged nonchalantly. “presnel insisted that we all watch the video. the moment i walked in they were very excited to hear my opinion. he and ousmane have been singing it throughout the entire session.”

once her brain processed what he had just told her and what that meant, amara placed down her phone to hide her face in her hands. “oh mon dieu, don’t tell me that the entire psg team just saw me grinding on cardi b.”

this time it was kylian who laughed loudly. “je viens de te dire que tout le monde t’as vu nu et là seule chose qui t’inquiète ce que mes coéquipiers ton vu nue?” — i just told you that the entire world saw you naked and the only think that’s worrying you are my teammates?

“how am i supposed to look them straight in the eyes anymore? what if your coach saw it? or your parents,” she asked panicking, cringing at the fact that his teammates had watched her sing about sex while practically grinding on cardi b.

if he hadn’t attired the entire attention before he had now when he laughed loudly again, his laughter infectious as a small smile grew on amara’s lips. “mon amour, you don’t have to be embarrassed. they loved it. honestly, you should have seen ousmane trying to mimic your moves. it was hilarious. and antoine sent me a three minute long voice message to fangirl about the song.”

“i forgot they’re my biggest fans,” she replied as her embarrassment slowly faded.

“sometimes i feel like i’m dating them with you with the way they’re fangirling about you.”

“t’es encore jaloux?” she asked him mischievously, her tone teasing. — you’re still jealous?

he chuckled, rolling his eyes at her playful antics. “i already told you, i’m not jealous. i just don’t like sharing,” he insisted amusingly, laughing.

“LES GARS, KYKY IS ON THE PHONE WITH HIS AMARA!” presnel suddenly yelled into the changing rooms, putting all attention on the couple again.

“amara is on the phone?” neymar asked confusingly as presnel grabbed kylian’s phone out of his hands and showed it to the others.

“rend moi mon téléphone,” kylian demanded instantly, trying to get it back but marco stopped him from doing so. — give me my phone back

amara watched as the phone got passed from person to person before it ended in achraf’s hands. “where are you at the moment?” he asked, confusingly not recognizing the environment.

“not even a hi or a good morning? achraf, i’m disappointed. and that after kylian just vouched for you,” amara teased him as he rolled his eyes still she saw his lips curve up.

“hi amara. good morning to you even though it’s already past four,” achraf went along, making them all laugh. “so where are you?”

“still on set currently in new york. we wanted to celebrate for the video. i was told you were very impressed by it.”

achraf snickered. “ousmane nearly twisted his ankle trying to recreate your dancing. sadly we’re not as talented as you. you mastered the art of dancing.”

“les gars, redonnez moi mon téléphone,” kylian tried to get his phone back but he might as well have yelled at deaf people as his demands weren’t even acknowledged. instead, achraf passed the phone to presnel. — guys, give me my phone back please

“alors amara, après avoir vu cette video. faut quand même que tu nous dises comment kylian a fait pour te draguer?” presnel inquired which made amara’s grin only widen. “parce toi tu n'es pas sur son niveau.” — so amara, you really gotta tell us how he managed to bag you because after that video…

her cheeks were probably hurting from all the times she had laughed today as she talked to them. “i’ll take that as a compliment.”

neymar, who stood next to them with a wicked grin, waved at her. “if it isn’t meu artista favorito. so, when can we expect the next one?” — my favorite artist

“and preferably more child friendly. i think we know enough about kylian’s fetishes now.“ he joked playfully, referring to amara’s song rocket that had been just as exclusive.

“well, you know me. never missing a chance to embarrass our dear kyky,” she replied cheekily, grinning as she could just imagine kylian’s reaction at the moment.

“soo…” presnel began, wiggling his eyebrows as his tone turned more suggestive. “does our kyky take you for a ride every night?”

“or is it you who pulls up on him?”

her eyes widened as she nearly choked, coughing hard while she tried to take a breath. needless to say, the question had taken her off-guard. and the reaction she had shown had made the entire team laugh.

“has he shown you his wild side yet?

groaning, kylian rolled his eyes at his teammates. “mais arrêtez. redonnez-moi mon téléphone,” he demanded again, trying to grab his phone but ousmane managed to avoid his hand every time. — stop it please, just give me my phone back

“ton copain lâ est insolent,” ousmane complained jokingly, knowing that kylian would be even more riled up. “you didn’t answer our questions. has our kyks finally shown you his wild side?” — your boyfriend is getting really annoying

amara laughed. “all i can say is that i’ve finally seen his true colours.”

his teammates let out a round of whistles, wooing while presnel proudly clapped kylian’s shoulders.

“i think we should invite her to our next fifa night, show her how much her guy is lacking when he’s not on the ground.” neymar teased, knowing how sensitive kylian was about that topic.

amara snorted, stifling a laugh as she rejected their ideas. “désolée but i am not interested in your fifa-skills and as for kylian, even ethan manages to beat him,” she retorted sassily as the guys laughed loudly around her. they would tease the shit out of kylian for that, especially because the french striker liked to brag about his skills. “but don’t worry guys, he makes up for his lacking fifa skills in bed.”

wooes were heard all around the changing rooms as kylian begged for the ground to open and swallow him.

as they continued to talk, amara could see kylian become more and more desperate which amused her greatly. “your boyfriend is getting violent. i feel like we should give him the phone back.”

“you could always keep him. he paid me enough to last a year,” she added jokingly, winking playfully at neymar as the three laughed.

she watched as they passed the phone around again till it finally ended in kylian’s hands and she was met with his face again. she could instantly see how worked up he was against his teammates, especially achraf, ousmane and presnel, with the way his eyebrows were furrowed.

“i’m so sorry about them,” he immediately apologized, making amara snicker. “and i am very sorry about those questions. je te sure, même moi je me demande pourquoi je suis ami avec une bande de idiots comme ca.” — i swear, even i ask myself sometimes why i’m friends with this bunch of idiots

“HEY! WE CAN HEAR YOU!” one of his teammates yelled and everyone erupted into laughter again.

“ky, i love your friends,” amara beamed, wiping away some of the tears that had rolled down her face. “you’re so real around each other and they’re funny. i love how supportive they are.”

“can’t even lie about that. but they tend to be annoying very often.”

“please, you would probably cry if they left you alone. the amount of times you text achraf, you would believe you were dependent on him,” amara responded, giggling quietly. “i’m happy that they liked the video. i just wished they didn’t know what it meant.”

he laughed, the two small dips that were practically the origin of their story making their appearance again. “you do know that google translate exists right? they would have found out one way or another.”

her smile fell as she thought about his words before realizing her own stupidity. “true,” she replied quickly, facepalming.

as they continued to talk, with amara telling kylian all about their celebration gathering and the scenes from behind the video, kylian had managed to grab his things and bid goodbyes to his friends, ignoring their teasing and playful comments on his way out.

“by the way, i have a very special question,” kylian began, his tone turning slightly suggestive and playful with a mischievous smile creeping up on his face. “did you actually mean everything you said in that video?”

mimicking his mischievous expression, amara grinned at him. “i guess you’ll have to wait for me to come home to find out,” she answered simply, sending him her biggest smile.

he was lucky. and he had to send brice the biggest gift ever for dragging him out to that bistro that night. it was certainly the least he could do after the latter practically made him meet the love of his life.

— august 2021

one thing was certain. amara imani did not like parties.

and she wasn’t talking about family parties or gatherings because she loved those. no, she was talking about celebrity parties that forced people who spent their entire time digging and leaving nasty side remarks about each other, spend the entire night together. the ones where everyone was smiling at each other while talking behind each other’s back. and she hated those.

and it wasn’t even because she didn’t fit in — she had met plenty of people who had complimented her and told her how they loved her music. no, what really bothered her about those parties was the way everywhere she went, she could not be herself. she couldn’t even count on her fingers anymore how often she had to change personality just to fit someone’s image. and she was really trying. but it was simply overwhelming her.

evan, her latest and first boyfriend, was used to them. he didn’t have a problem, lying people bluntly in their face without even batting an eyelash. (that he would also do that to her, she would learn later). evan loved those parties because it gave him a chance to extend his network. having grown up in environments like those gave him the advantage of knowing how those gatherings worked, what to say and what to keep to yourself.

but amara just felt like an innocent lamb thrown in front of a wolf's cave. she was new to all this. two years ago, she was just a girl going to university and singing as a side hobby when she had time. now she was a rising superstar with some people idolising her and people watching every of her moves with the deepest scrutiny.

and to that she also had to add every of her wrong choices that she had already made. choosing the wrong friends (even though they had a truckload of obvious red flags) was clearly the biggest one. they were textbook fake friends with the way they acted around her and amara didn’t have to eavesdrop on them to know that they were talking behind her back. they were the ones to criticize her the most, harsher than any media outlet. and they were the ones who had led her to evan.

evan, the guy she thought was in love with her. the man who had cheated on her after just a month of dating. the millionaire heir who couldn’t even be bothered enough to ask why his drunk girlfriend was gone and currently having a panic attack in a public bathroom.

instead it was a random guy, who she didn’t recognize, who asked her for the first time a decent human question. “i don’t mean to overstep but are you okay?”

a small sob left her lips as she tried to wipe away her tears to get a better view of the man who had just asked her a question. her mind was blurry with the amount she had drank to forget all the problems that were going on and except his silhouette she couldn’t make out much.

she tried to say something, her mouth opening but all that came out of her lips were small sobs that her body tried to stifle. knowing that she wouldn’t be able to speak one word, she nodded even though it was clear that she was anything but okay.

“are you sure?” he asked again, not wanting to overstep any boundaries before comforting the woman in front of him.

again she nodded even if her heart was screaming no.

“you don’t seem very well.”

she shrugged, swallowing another of her sobs. her life was going down the drain and she couldn’t even admit that she wasn’t fine. her head was spinning and starting to hurt from all this crying but at the same time her brain couldn’t stop and her eyes just wouldn’t go dry. as if she was crying all the liquid of her body.

she contemplated whether she should just stand up and go, leave the man but her body was exhausted from all the tears it had shed. she probably wouldn’t move till and would be forced to be carried out of here.

the least thing she expected though was for the mystery man to rummage through his pockets and hand her a tissue. it wasn’t that she didn’t have the idea of drying her face but it had just been her luck to go cry on the one toilet that did not have any tissue anymore.

she hesitantly accepted it, wiping the tears away and drying her cheeks a bit.

“do you wanna tell me why you’re crying?”

amara sighed, leaning closer to the wall, her head hitting the cold cement. “i would. but i can’t stop crying,” she managed to croak out, quiet sobs interrupting each of her words.

“do you want me to get someone?”

“nope. it’ll probably stop soon. i just drank too much and it’s the alcohol leaving my body through my eyes.”

in a normal situation she would have laughed at her joke now but even that her body couldn’t manage. her drunk-self was always too emotional. her heart lightened though when she heard a short sound, a small amusing snort. at least he could laugh for the both of them.

“you don’t have to worry. it’s not the first time i’m this drunk. i just never remember when it last happened,” amara replied. and she then noticed that she was finally able to form normal sentences again. without sobbing between words every time.

“yeah, i think that’s what alcohol does to you.” he laughed and then crouched down to sit down next to her. as he looked at her, scanning her and memorising every detail of her as if he was scared of forgetting it. even if he knew he would never. “aren’t you cold?” he inquired, remembering the chill air from outside and remarking how the dress she was wearing was not providing her any cover against the wind from outside.

“i was forced to wear this. i’d have chosen another dress if i had been given the choice.”

he contemplated for a moment and slipped his jacket off before putting it over her. his cologne was strong, but it somehow gave comfort and amara instantly felt the warmth spread through her body as she adjusted the jacked over her shoulders.

“that’s a dior jacket. i’m going to ruin it with my tears and makeup and these are not cheap.”

“well, they’re cheaper than a new conscience and mine would never leave me alone if i left a woman crying in the men’s bathroom who’s also freezing.”

“this is not the women’s bathroom?”

he shook his head. “nope, it’s the men’s bathroom.”

“are you sure?”

“very. but don’t worry, practically no one uses it anyway. there’s one that is closer so everyone forgets about this one.”

she nodded, a small ‘hmm’ leaving her lips.

“is this your first gala?”

“nope. you?”

“no but i tend to avoid them if i can.” that was new for her. she hadn’t met one person tonight who seemed not excited to be here. no one to share that feeling with and now she had.

“i get that. it’s not really my scene.”

“mine neither.”

silence again. their eyes were just staring at the ceiling, who knows what was going on in their brains this time.

“how long till you would have finally snapped?” he then asked.

“i would have probably lashed out to the next person who asked me about my boyfriend again,” amara responded and he noticed the way her body language changed at the mention of her partner.

he sniggered.

“do you have a girlfriend?” amara questioned before taking it back again. “you don’t have to answer. i just realized how random all this is.”

he laughed, making amara feel good about herself. “no. i had one but we broke up. mutual agreement.”

she sighed, her mind flashing back to when she caught evan cheating. “you got lucky. my boyfriend cheated on me.”

“oh, that’s shitty.”

“i know. and the biggest problem is that my friends are all advising me to reconcile with him because it was just a mistake. but i feel like i’m not giving myself enough respect if i just forgive him.”

“you have shitty friends. i don’t really know what to do in that situation but i would tell you: if his only excuse was that he was drunk, then he’s not worth it. you should think about whether the good outweighs the bad enough. and then if you really love him. listen to yourself.”

she managed to smile weakly at him. “that was the first real advice i’ve gotten in days.”

he chuckled. “i was told i could make a very good therapist.”

“you aren’t?”

“i wish i was. would have made my life easier if the entire world didn’t know who i was,” he admitted and amara felt kind of stupid for thinking he wasn’t a celebrity. this was a high class gala and why would they just let random people in there. of course everyone here was known for something.

she stared at the wall. “do you ever wish sometimes you hadn’t made it? that you had just stayed normal and lived the average life?”

that question was certainly her biggest what-if. what if she hadn’t made it? what if beyoncé had never told the world how amazing she was and that she was talented? what if she had just continued to live her life the way it was and pursue her business degree?

“... sometimes. i guess feeling normal again for a day would do me some good. it would make my life much easier at the moment.” he paused. “but at the same time, the only reason why i got where i am today is because i truly wanted it. i knew the risks and the disadvantages of that life and i still worked my ass of to get where i am today. because i truly wanted it. it’s about how much you want it and what you’re willing to sacrifice for it.”

again, another silence pause. amara thought about his words. he was right in many ways but the aspect of sacrifice was bothering her. hadn’t she already sacrificed enough to make it where she was?

“what’s your star job?” he asked her nonchalantly.

“i’m a singer. you?”

“footballer.”

she smiled at him. “we’re quite the pair, aren’t we?”

he smiled at her. they were.

“i always doubt why i’m here,” she confessed, a bit taken back how easy it felt to admit it to the person in front of her when it felt hard to even admit it to her parents. she would never be able to admit it to her influencer friends and she felt way too guilty to talk to liyah about her worries. “the scrutiny of everything, the demands, the way everybody keeps comparing me to people like Beyoncé when i haven’t even reached my own level yet. and all those people judging me for every faux-pas that i do. i feel like i’m suffocating.”

“well, what’s your reason for wanting to make music? what’s the reason that pushed you to become a singer?” he asked her sincerely. amara stared at the wall — she had never even asked herself what had truly pushed her to do it. she had just done it. “let me tell you mine for football.”

“since i was little, all i dreamed of was football. i was this small little boy from a poor neighbourhood and the only thing i wanted to do was play football. soon, it felt like i only lived for it because it was the only thing i practically breathed. i wanted it much more than anything else and i knew what i was giving up when i was accepted to play pro. privacy, normalcy — all those things that i had taken for granted suddenly became a privilege that no money on the world can buy. but football meant more to me. it was my dream and my passion. i wouldn’t give it up for anything on the world. what’s your reason?”

amara cleared her throat. “i wanted to make music. after i hurt my knee in dancing and the doctor said i might never dance again, i needed a distraction so i started singing. i didn’t realise how much that distraction became my passion till i started to forget about dancing. i loved music, writing lyrics, experimenting with it and just singing — it made me happy. and suddenly my dream shifted to making it in the music industry. i wanted people to sing my songs, brighten their day with it. and i didn’t care what i would be losing to make it. because making it outweighed the disadvantages so much.”

he smiled at her. “and that’s why you made it. because you wanted it. you weren’t gifted and born into that environment. you actually wanted it. if making music is the only thing you truly care about than screw what the others think and what the media say. you didn’t come to read magazines but to lighten the world up with your music. and you should focus on that.”

she nodded, not truly knowing what to say. he was right, she didn’t become an artist to entertain the medias but rather her public. and even if it was just one person, it was enough for her to feel like she made an impact.

“did you ever doubt?” she asked him hesitantly. “i mean to be that smart, you must have doubted at some point to become this wise about it. were you ever in this situation?”

he stretched a bit before answering, “i got called up to play for the national team which is like the biggest honour ever for a football player. and during an important competition, i was the last one to take the penalty and i missed which got us out of the competition. and now the entire country hates me and somehow it’s my skin colour they seem to blame.”

she sighed. “that’s the problem with fans. they switch up way too easily. but if it’s any condolence, you said the reason you made it was because football was your passion. and it’s not some racist fake fans that are going to change that. if it makes you feel better, i am your fan. and i don’t care how many penalties you have already missed.”

he laughed. “you don’t even know what club or nationality i’m playing for.”

amara giggled. “i don’t have to, to know that there are not two players like you out there.”

suddenly aware that the two must have already spent an eternity in that room, she stood up, cleaning her dress a bit. “i think we should go back before they start to look for us.”

“yeah we should,” he replied, ignoring the pang he felt when she gave him back his jacket. he didn’t want her to go.”

“i hope you’ll score lots of goals and prove to them that you’re the best.” she turned around, trying to save a bit of her makeup to not raise too many questions.

“and i hope, you’ll make it to the top, no matter if with a boyfriend or fake friends.” he smiled at her one last time and then she was gone as he stared at the mirror.

kylian really wished he had persuaded her that night to leave with him. he would have spared her a lot of pain.

amara being in new york gave kylian time to think their timeline over. but it also opened the door to hidden memories that he thought he had locked away for good. and his and amara’s first encounter was part of that.

he regretted letting her go that night. they had spent three hours together just for them to act as if it had never happened. he wasn’t mad though. because he knew she was drunk and that the chances of her remembering were low. yet he had still held out hope when he had seen her again at that bistro that maybe, just maybe she could recognize him. but when she hadn’t, he had been okay with that — their story would just begin again.

he just wished he hadn’t advised her to go back to evan. the pain and tears he could have spared her from by telling her to leave him after he had cheated on her — but on the other hand how should he have known that evan would turn out to be a serial cheater (the worst type of men in kylian’s opinion) and hurt amara more than he would have thought?

there were lots of what ifs in their relationship; some what ifs even to the building of their relation. he didn’t like to believe in paradox universes and the possibility of multiverse but in this case he liked to believe that in another universe, maybe amara had left that night with him. and she would never have had to suffer that way because he would have treated her like a queen. kylian liked to believe that in another universe there was an amara, who did not have to build so many walls around her because she was hurt too often. that she was happy.

and to say that kylian missed his girlfriend was probably an understatement. even with the many facetime calls they had, the longing for her did not stop or calm down. her absence had been remarked by everyone but he had felt it the most. the scent of cinnamon and vanilla was missing around him and no matter how often he secretly showered with her body wash or used her skincare (a habit he had taken after being forced by her) it just wasn’t the same.

he sat comfortably on the long white couch that graced his living room, his eyes not leaving the clock above him. excitement and nervosity rushed through his body at the thought that amara would finally come home. come back into his arms that would probably tackle her with cuddles. the bed definitely felt cold and empty when she wasn’t there.

hours passed and passed as he waited for her message to tell him that she had landed. in the time that he had waited for said message, he had cooked, cleaned his living room, rearranged his wardrobe — all things that amara usually did. and sitting on the couch made him recall all those movie nights they had had or their first lazy sunday where he had managed to burn an egg. they had left memories everywhere, symbols and anecdotes of their love story.

a soft yellowish glow cast a warm light over the apartment as kylian extended his legs to get more comfortable. it had been a long day for him and the rushed feelings he had felt throughout the day because he anticipated her return so much had clearly exhausted him. next to that, training had been much more demanding as they were facing newcastle in the champions league next week and they needed to win.

it was past nine when tiredness finally overcame him and his eyelids closed without him even noticing. despite his best efforts to stay awake and pick amara up from the airport to truly welcome her home, his fatigue made it first to him, his breathing steady as he fell into a light sleep.

thirty minutes passed with kylian sleeping before the door of his apartment silently opened and a very tired but happy amara stepped in, her suitcase trailing behind her. her heart grew twice its size when she saw kylian asleep on the sofa, his phone still in his hands. like kylian, amara had also been suffering under their separation, missing him deeply. no hoodie or sweatshirt that smelled like him could make up for the coldness she woke up to in those past few days and she had learned that the hard way.

she was tired, very tired, but still her mind felt alive as she let herself quietly in, making sure to not wake the french striker up. the way he laid so peacefully on the couch, sleeping calmly, amara felt butterflies storm her stomach again and her knees going weak. a small smile formed on her lips at the sight of him wanting to stay up just for her arrival. she pushed her suitcase to the side, careful to not wake him before staring at the image in front of her again. it was just the perfect domestic scene.

it didn’t last long though as kylian began to stir. his sleep had only been light and the moment he his nose had picked up a faint smell of cinnamon and vanilla with a hint of vanilla, he had immediately been reminded of home. and that could only mean one thing — amara was home. the typical scent that usually greeted him when he came home from training and his body immediately relaxed because it was comfortable.

he blinked a bit, his eyes accustoming to the light before his view got clear and he was met with the sight of his girlfriend. there she was in front of him, dressed in sweatpants and in his hoodie with her hair quickly brushed back and somehow she was even more beautiful than kylian remembered.

“t’es la,” he muttered quietly under his breath, stretching his head.

“i took an earlier flight. i wanted to surprise you,” she replied in the same low voice, leaning down to press a soft peck on his lips. god, how she had missed him and being close to him. “tu m’as tellement manqué.”

“viens ici,” he pulled her closer, his arms immediately engulfing her into a hug and warmth spread through their bodies. the feeling of safety and comfort was back.

it was sweet the way both realised they gone through the same things, the same weird syndromes. amara had come home earlier because she had missed him so much and both couldn’t bear to be apart any longer. anticipation and longing faded away as they hugged but love still grew.

“were you waiting for me?” amara questioned quietly, intertwining her hands as they laid down on the sofa.

“i wanted to pick you up, welcome you home,” he replied sleepily, his grip tightening around her to keep her close to him. she turned around to softly peck his lips again.

she smiled softly at him. “t’es adorable,” she commented in the same tone, sleep starting to come over her too. “can we watch the frog princess? i want to see a disney movie.”

“the frog princess again?” the french striker groaned lightly, hiding his face in her neck.

“how can you say no to tiana’s beignets?” amara asked him jokingly, knowing that kylian knew she just wanted to see prince naveen. “and it’s been so long since we watched disney.”

his eyebrows furrowed slightly, not particularly in the mood for a disney movie. even if he wouldn’t admit it, he had taken a liking to her 90s and 2000s rom-coms but all he wanted for the moment was to cuddle his girlfriend. and watching the frog princess would mean he would have to share her attention with ‘the prince naveen’.

“the only reason you want to watch this is because you want to eye prince naveen,” kylian teased her, a slight sarcastic undertone as he put the remote out of reach for her to grab it.

amara snorted. “you’re saying that as if that’s something to be ashamed of. i’ll proudly stare at prince naveen and his hot face.”

“so you want to watch a move to watch a hot animated guy while your real hot boyfriend is laying next to you?” he retorted sarcastically which earned him a small nudge on his arm.

it was late, way too late to start a movie now and all kylian actually wanted was to fall asleep with her in his arms. after sleeping the entire week to a cold, empty space next to him his heart paced quicker at the thought of waking up again with her next to him.

and at the same time, he knew how much disney movies meant to her. she had explained it to him as a symbol of her childhood, where they were the first movies she had ever watched because back then it had been all they could afford. and if it made her happy right now — who was he to deny her from being happy? he was fine as long as she was wrapped in his arms.

he rolled his eyes, a faint, fatigue-plagued smile tugging at the corners of his lips, as he pressed the remote to open disney + and find the movie. “next time, i get to choose,” he muttered, secretly smiling at the way amara’s face lit up. she cuddled into his chest, warmth spreading through her body, but not without pressing one last tender kiss on his cheek.

kylian reached for the remote again and started the movie, the room instantly lightening up as the title sequence began, with the famous disney castle intro illuminating their screen. as the movie began to play out, starting with melodious tunes and the film’s soundtrack, kylian found himself falling asleep again.

with amara’s faint scent of cinnamon and vanilla, that so often reminded him of home, the comfort and warmth that he usually felt around her was back and their safe space around each other was restored again.

without even realizing, his eyelids suddenly felt heavier than before and whenever he blinked, his eyes stayed close for an extra second. amara was too invested into the movie to notice the way kylian was falling asleep but she would be lying if she said that she wasn’t fighting off fatigue too. especially because just like for kylian, feeling safe around each other and a comforting atmosphere were the best conditions to sleep in.

kylian had fallen asleep a long time ago when amara’s brain finally succumbed to her body’s demand to sleep. the soft glow of the tv screen along with the yellowish glow of the light painted their faces, still cuddled together on the couch. amara reached for the remote to turn off the tv before she turned to face kylian who was sleeping peacefully, his breath steady and calm.

“je t’aime tellement,” amara mumbled sleepily, placing a soft kiss on his forehead before she also fell into a deep slumber her body very much needed. after several days or longing and sleeping next to the cold spaced in their beds, they were very happy to have each other back. especially when they knew that this would last for eternities. as kylian liked to say “nous deux, c’est pour l’éternité.”

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miroslavcloset · 1 year

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Dating Erling Haaland -Headcanons- [Non-NSFW and NSFW]

A/N: Ok, this man has a hold on me. That's it. Enjoy

His long arms will be around you at any moment, most likely before a kiss on your forehead.

He will be the big spoon, always. And not that you can complain anyway because him hugging you from behind is highly comforting, you falling asleep against his chest is a guarantee of a peaceful night and sweet dreams.

Stressful day? You can both play video games when you both arrive home, no competition, just something you two can enjoy.

He thinks it would be cute if while he's driving you can rest your head on his lap (of course when no one is looking).

Loves you being touchy with him. Holding his hand, hugging him, and any other physical show of affection.

He likes to know you're watching him in the matches and performs especially well just for you.

The way he winks melts you, but of course, he can't know that.

When you're not having a good day he will bring you a small present, something he knows you'll like, and bought on his way to training.

In case you're feeling down, will ask first if you need anything or just rest. He won't push you to feel better or make you anxious, just wants to let you know he's there for you.

NSFW-ish headcanons and disclaimer under the cut

Likes you being on top of him, even if it's you sitting on the couch with your legs over him while gaming, sleeping over his chest, sitting on his legs, or in any position over him while having sex.

Slight size kink between you two... Since he's taller than you, almost every physical interaction between you two fits here.

Loves leaving slight marks on your body, from biting your shoulder while having sex, to a small hickey on your chest when he kisses you there.

Finds really sexy when you wear his clothes with nothing underneath after making love and thinks oversized clothes look great on you.

Also... You resting your head on his lap may give him some naughty ideas, but of course, he would never tell you that if you're not comfortable with it (of course we're interested we're fooling no one).

Kissing you on the neck is a must, your sounds, and reactions to being kissed and touched are music to his ears.

DISCLAIMER: This is just fiction and imagined scenarios written by a fan of the aforementioned player, in no way intended to harm anyone in any shape or form. I do this as a hobby, to practice my writing and English skills since it is not my first language (and because I love him, of course I do) so thanks for reading! <3

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k-ki3rd · 7 months

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　　　　　　　. . . my girl, my girlfriend !

vinícius júnior x brazilian!fem!reader

✶ : synopses ━━━━ you are Vinícius' sweetheart, his girl and he makes that clear with his actions and words.

✶ : warnings ━━━━ female pronouns, reader is brazilian, but is adaptable, obviously. feel free to disregard nationality, ok? i only feel comfortable writing a brazilian, since i am one.

✶ : notes ━━━━ okay, i confess, i love vinícius very much and i miss stories with him, that's why i did this work! this is short, sorry 😫😭

　　dating a famous player had its pitfalls, it was a fact, especially with regard to the prejudice that both vinícius and you suffered in spain, but everything was resolved on a hot day with a swim in the pool, kisses and hugs, or at least the sadness of being degraded and compared to bad things disappeared.

vinícius thought it was great to lounge around on the edge of the pool and simply look at you; he said it was impossible not to admire the most beautiful girl in the universe.

“is there something on my face?” you asked, already knowing the answer; “of course there is, how dare you steal all the beauty in the world for yourself?”, vinícius shouted, still looking at you.

you smiled widely and tried to ignore the fact that he got up from where he was and walked over to you. “i’m going to call the police to arrest you”, he continued, lying down next to him. “oh how sad. i think you will be without me and the police will probably be admiring me from outside my cell.” he grimaced indignantly.

“forget it, no one can see your beauty, only me, you are mine!”

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axelakim · 9 months

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Title: Regret

Pairing: Ben Chilwell X Reader

Content: angst, fluff

You and ben have been a couple for about 4 years now. Both of you really love and understand each other, moreover for the past 1 year, you two can not be separated from each other because you have moved to Ben's house and that what makes you two more and more in love.

The season chelsea have been through was not really good. The club end up in 12th place in pl rank and there are lots of rumour of his teammates gonna go to another clubs, that's the reason why Ben always get home angry and not in the mood for the past 1 month. Like today, the traning session went well but the match wasn't. Chelsea lost 2 points against Liverpool, you've watched the game at home because youre working and got into some of accident when you were buying coffe at the supermarket across the office till your left palm wounded but u said to Ben that u just feeling a bit sick so you can't make it to the pitch. So you just waiting for Benji to reach home in the livingroom.

Not long after that, you heard your boyfriend opened the door and having such a disappointed and tired look in his face.

"Hei benjii, are u okay love?" while hiding ur left hand

"Yea i'm fine" he didn't even give you kisses when you welcome him.

He directly went to the kitchen and open the fridge "Why the hell there is no food in here? You didn't cook?" he asked

"No im sorry, i didn't cook because im feeling unwell and i just wanted to got home directly on my way home"

"Oh yea right" hearing him just responding u like that is kinda hurt but u dont want to make him more stressed out, so you just ignore it

"Should i cook for you? or we just order some food? what do you want?"

"No need, ill order it later by myself" while putting his dirty clothes in the basket

"Eum how are you today? any stories?" you asked wanted to know more about his day

"You still asking me? you saw me lost right, fucking lost and here you are still asking me about how am i, dont play dumb Y/N you already know how terrible i am now, if you want some attention the answer is not now"

this is the first time he snapped at you, his whole face turning red

Your heart was aching but again u just hold it

"Can u chill out? I just want to know more about my boyfriend's day. Is that so wrong?" holding up your tears

"Yes its so fucking wrong, youve already saw me lost today and u still asking me about my day, and always asking me the same annoying questions when i get home" he answered

"Oh so im the one who is wrong here huh?" you replied

"Yeah because you always so chatty about many things, this and that and also annoying"

You continued, "well maybe your decision to asked me move out with you was wrong then huh?"

"Kinda regret it indeed" he said it cold and went upstairs to your shared room

You frozen for a second hearing what he said, u just went blanking and dont know what to do. Your heart is aching so much, the questions youve always asked him that you consider it as an act of caring but ur boyfriend seemed didn't really happy about it. You always have his back and support all of the things he does but seems it is not enough for him.

You decided to put your jacket on and take your car's key. You told your security at home to open the gate and said to him that you just wanted to go to the supermarket.

After ben done showering, he went downstairs to check up on you because he felt guilty about the argument earlier but you weren't in the living room so he tried to find you in the guest bedroom but u also weren't there, he tried to call your name

"Y/N.... Y/N, are u here babe?" all around the house but he didnt find you

Then he heard some knock on the door, he thought it was you but it turned your best friend, Camilla.

" Omg you camilla, i thought it was Y/N"

"What shes not home? where is she ben?"

"Shes home when i arrived then after i showered shes gone"

"You should find her, her car missing i thought u used it but youre here and her hand wounded because of this morning accident, she really need a rest, im so worried rn"

"What? what accident? she didnt tell me anything? oh my lord, i messed up real bad, fuck it"

"Dont you say youve had some argument earlier ben?" camilla narrowed her eyes

"Yes yes we had it okay, and it was kinda really bad camilla, she must gone because of it, ,im so stupid, ill go find her rn"

"Damn it you chilwell, find my friend rn or you dead with me!"

They both go out to the security guard and asked about you, its almost midnight and you havent even come back home. Ben really worried about you and getting more stressed out. He called you so many tjmes but seems you have blocked his contact, then he called all of his friends and bodyguard acquaintances to find you. He also went to all of your favorite places but still he didn't find you. He drove his car with tears coming down on his cheek, he really regret what he have done to you, you didn't deserve to be treated like that. You are his princess, best friend, and also partner in everything, how could he be so mean, how could he let anger overwhelm him.

Its 3.30 am, hes still on the road till he got a call from a guy name Franky his bodyguard acquaintances, he said he found u because u use your credit card to stay in a hotel. Ben directly went to that hotel and asking your room number to the receptionist, glad that he knew ben and knew that you are his girlfriend so he let him to have the spare key.

Ben already there, in front of room 305 your room. He got in and found the silent and dark room. He turned on the light and saw you slept peacefully on the king size bed. He saw your puffy face and traces of tears that still wet on your cheeks. He checked your wounded palm too, looking at you like this made him really felt terrible rn.

Benji checked your silent phone and found so many missed calls from him, camilla, and others. Benji sent text to camilla first to tell her that youre okay. After that he just lay beside and hugging you till he fell asleep.

In the morning you awake and realized youre not home, but u felt someones arm hugging u from behind, u wanted to shout out at first but then u recognize the hand and also the tattooes. ITS MR CHILWELL.

You try to get up and let go his grip slowly, but Benji noticed.

"Hi baby" u just silent at his raspy voice, youre mad at him but also missing him sm at the same time.

"Hey i know you awake love, come here, let me see your face"

You try to hold ur body but u cant, he managed to turn your body to face his. His face looked so calm now not like last night. He smiled at you for a awhile.

He suddenly kiss your lips and u wipe it

"Huftt i know u must be really mad at me rn, im sorryy babe, i messed up"

"Oh you call me babe now?"

"Sorry sorryy Y/N, babe, i really regret what i did to you last night, im sorry, i let my emotion took control of me" he pleaded

"Yea" that was all u said, tried to get up from his tight hands around you

"No no youre not going anywhere" he said

"Huftt... i dont know Ben, im really dissappointed at you right now. The way u treated me last night make me feel like u dont love me anymore. You really know it well that i dont like when people raised their voice on me especially the people i love, you" u said it in tears

"Baby i know, i know you we've been together for 4 years. I really know it well, im sorry that i treated you like youre somekind of punching bag to me. It was just the effect of bad season and the rumour about my teammates, i just really stress and dont know what to do. Instead i let out my anger and bad mood all to you, while all u did for me was just supporting and taking care of me. Im sorry that i called you annoying i didnt mean it. You always such a loving and caring person especially to me , i really lucky to have you in my life. Im the one whos being a dick all the time since the bad season coming for chels" he said it all in tears also

You touched, you know u shouldnt go easy to him after he breaking ur heart like that. But you love him and you know frpm the deep down of your heart that he really didnt mean it. He even put so much effort to find you. You sighs and continue

"I know, you just stressed out but im here as your partner to comfort you, taking care you, hearing you, and loving you okay not a place for you to let out your anger out. I just wanted to support you Ben in every obstacles on your life, dont get it wrong. And ya maybe sorry if im being too much chatty in your house too, ill try reduce it"

"Love noo, its our house not my house. Its ours not only mine, and no youre not chatty im sorry you just wanted to take care of me and please do it for me" he smiled wiping off your tears

"I really regret my act last night, give me one chance to make us better" he continued

"Um noo" you answered

"Baby what do you mean no" he afraid of the possibility of breaking up and losing you

"Are you not gonna forgive and give me a chance?" he panicking

"I do give you a chance but i cant forgive you yet" you said "It was just too much for me, you know it right?"

"Okay okayy, im glad to hear that thank you sweet" he kissed you

"How do i make it up then baby?"

"With a rope and handcuffs maybe?"

"Oh you want to have playtime? thats easy babe. We just need to get home first"

"Yea playtime but this time im not the one whos being tied and hancuffed"

"You mean me?? hell no" benji refused it

"Okay then no sleeping with me for the next 1 week" you threathen

"Noooo, okay okay babyyy im down for it, youre the dom for tonight's playtime" he smiled

"Yayyy and can i ask one more thing again?"

you pleaded with puppy eyes

"Anything for my baby"

"Can you accompany me to watch barbie and going shopping for barbie related things?"

"Yes you can love, its easier than to be a sub for a playtime" he carresed your cheek

"Now can you forgive me now? I need an official statement from you"

"Yeaa kindaaa"

"I take it as a yes princess, and dont ever you call me Ben again, its terrifying"

You indeed never call him by his real name its always Benji, love, baby, babe, etc, because if you call him by his real name he knows it well that he has messed up real bad with you and he didnt like that also.

"And btw why u didnt tell me about thi" ben asked pointing to your wounded hand

"Dont want u to be worried to much at me while youre on the pitch" you smiled innocently

"Love u have to tell me okay, im sorry i didnt even paying attention to it"

"Its okay, im okay now"

"Have you bring it to the doctor?"

"Yes i have, yesterday and she said its totally okay, i just need to treat it well and change my bandages"

"Hmm i see, lets get home right now and take care your wound okay, you also owe me a story of this little accident"

"I will tell u in car, lets get out pf here right now benjii, im hungryy"

"Lets goo, but kiss me first and say i love you baby"

"Why?? u always like it when i call you Benji"

" I like it but baby is more special to me, also just want to make sure you really forgive me :)"

"I forgive you Mr.Ben Chilwell" you kissed him in a passionate kiss, quite long kiss the you two pull out

"And i really love you baby, thats the reason why i cant stay mad at you" rub your nose against his

"But promise me you will never do that again?"

"Promise princess, i will make you happy, im sorry about yesterday alright love? I really regret it, i love you so much"

You two once again pull in for a kiss and then checked out from the hotel and going home.

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schvmacher47 · 1 year

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Rumour Has It (Pedri x artist! protagonist)

part 2!

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summary: Being dragged along to the studio of Sira's favourite artist, Pedri never thought he would find himself falling in love with this place or even the owner... He quickly found himself looking forward to hearing about the process of the commission his friend placed, dropping by after practice to pick up Ferran's commission and place his own, just to get another reason to see Ana again...

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A few weeks have passed since Ferran has placed his commission...

»Dios mío, I missed you so much!« said Ana and embraced her friend with a wide grin on her lips. It’s been a bit more than a week since her encounter with the two football players, when Ana found herself at the airport, picking up her bestfriend. »It's definitely been too long!«

»If I remember correctly it was you who refused to come to Spain because of your busy exam season.« Ana grinned amused. »It's what it takes to become a doctor I guess.« Ella shrugged, grabbing her suitcase and backpack so they could head for the exit of the airport.

Ella and Ana met when they were still in highschool, 10th grade when they took part in an exchange programme organised by the German school in Barcelona. The DSB, short for 'Deutsche Schule Barcelona, has been partnering with a school in Dortmund for decades and thus made exchanges possible.

Ana still remembers how she arrived in Dortmund, it was January, grey overcast. It was a cold and rainy day when she and the other Spanish students of the German school arrived at the airport where they were picked up by their host families. Ana had been in contact with Ella before, texting so that they could get to know each other beforehand. They hit off, being on the same wavelength immediately. The month Ana spent in Germany was arguably one of the best months she ever had. Ella's family soon became her second family, her parents taking care of her as if she was their own daughter.

Spending the afternoons after school in random cafés, taking the train to Bochum to go shopping in the 'Ruhrpark' or going partying at the weekends. The highlight, despite not being into football, was definitely watching the 'Ruhrpott Derby' Borussia Dortmund against Schalke in the Signal Iduna Park Ana still remembers how Ella couldn’t believe how Ana wasn’t into football.

»If I were you and living in the city of one of the best football clubs in the world, the club Messi plays for, I would be the biggest fan on earth.« – »You already are the biggest football fan on earth, just look at your wardrobe. You have literally more jerseys of Barça than I’ll ever have. You quite literally own the fanshops of both Barça and Dortmund. If you ask me, you’ve got us both covered. I don’t need to be a fan anymore.« – »I’ll still turn you into a football fan.« – »Good luck with that, it might take you a few years.«

A few months later, after the summer holidays, the German students finally came over to Barcelona. Ella immediately fell in love with the city and all the hidden spots Ana showed her during her stay. They would often spend the afternoons exploring the secluded tiny alleys of Barcelona's old town, meeting up with friends or spending the endless hot summer nights at the beach. Ana knew how much of a football fan Ella was, being confronted with her football obsession everyday when she was in Dortmund, the city where arguably everyone was a fan and living for football. Therefore she wanted to return the favour, her family somehow managing to get tickets for the most prestigious match of the league. The Classico.

In these two months that the two of them spent together, they became best friends. The contact never broke off, they messaged each other daily or sent each other long voice messages that soon became a kind of podcast and took turns in visiting each other in the respective country during the holidays. After they graduated from high school, Ella came to Spain for a few months, first spending some time in Barcelona before finally pursuing their road trip plans until Ella had to go back to Germany to start her medical studies.

»You know, I still can't understand why you're putting yourself through all that unnecessary stress for becoming a doctor..« said Ana when they reached her car. »Sometimes I question my decision as well, but« – »There's no buts, your decision is indeed questionable!« – »I have some great news though!« – »You're quitting?!« Ella rolled her eyes as she fastened the seatbelt and Ana started the engine. »No of course not you idiot, why would I quit after I've spent all of my school years working so hard to get good enough of a degree to study anything medicine related.« – »Could still have been possible, if I were you, I wouldn't like to be burnt out by the end of my twenties.« Ana grinned and drove off the airport parking lot. »If you'd let me finish for once, then you'd know that you have the next four to five months to spend time with me..« – »Wait, I think I got lost in translation. What did you just say? Or more like why?« – »Ever heard of 'Erasmus'« – »Yeah.« – »I got accepted and..« – »No way! And you're just telling me now??« Ana shook her head, a grin still finding its way on her lips. »Felt like it'd be a nice surprise... I have all the paperwork with me, I just need to drop them off this week and sign some papers for my flat and then I can start moving.« – »I still can't believe how you didn't tell me. Especially since you normally cannot shut up about anything.« Ana playfully rolled her eyes and nudged Ella’s shoulder when they came to a halt at a red traffic light.

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»How’s the boyfriend doing?« asked Ella, while she settled in her friend’s apartment, taking in the beautiful view of the colourful houses and roofs. It was obvious that Ana was an artist, even her apartment looked like a little art studio. Paintings were hung on walls, or were standing against walls. Sketches scattered across the dining table, pencils spread out on a piece of paper. The hallway was crammed with packages of new paint and canvases, waiting to be taken to the studio. »Ugh, don’t ask, he’s a pain in the ass.« Ana mumbled, remembering their latest argument about the most unnecessary thing ever. »The usual, men are in general annoying.« Ella sighed, spreading her limbs out on the sofa. »But what would I do to have a hot Spanish boyfriend as well. Felipe and you are literally perfect, just look at you both.« – »I mean, you technically have the next 5 months to try. Yet you’re also the one who says she doesn’t have the time to commit to a relationship.« Ana grinned amusedly. »Studip medical studies!« – »My words, yet you never want to hear them.« Ana propped herself next to Ella on the sofa. »Oh shut it, not everyone can be as talented as you and make that much money during their studies.« – »I know, it sucks to not be me.« she grinned, putting her hair in a low ponytail.

»Just shut it, or I’m going to ruin your day by telling you what I’ve planned for us this evening!« »Oh good god. I can see where this is going.« Ana buried her face in one of the pillows on her sofa, she already suspected what was about to happen to her. »Don’t be like that, it’s not even as bad as you always say it is. And besides, I need to make good use of my time here. And you’ll just have to go along with it today.« Ana pressed herself deeper into the pillow and mumbled something unintelligible. »You’re lucky I like you so much…« – »I know, and I’m going to take full advantage of that today.« Ella grinned contentedly as Ana lifted her head and propped herself up on her forearms.

Ella had already found what she was looking for and was now waving two blue and red cards in the air. A wide grin spread across her lips as she watched her friend's reaction. Ana stared at her with an indefinable look, her eyes alternating between Ella's grin and the blue and red cards. Something in her gaze changed, and Ella knew that Ana would like to snatch the cards out of her hand and destroy them.

Over the years, Ella still hadn't managed to convince Ana of her passion for football. Even though she was so committed to it and even offered to explain everything to her. But Ana more or less refused every time. The games she was forced to watch because Ella dragged her to the stadium almost every time she was in Barcelona, or because her sister insisted that Ana watched the group games in Seville, had stressed her out so much that she didn't even feel the urge to get involved with football one more time. But Ella didn't give up, hoping that Barcelona, who were slowly returning to their old form and were convincing with their new young stars, could enchant Ana and finally convince her of the beauty of football.

»I hate you.« – »You love me.« Ana gave up and buried her face in the pillow again. »I should’ve known better and gotten prepared as soon as you said you were going to visit me during your semester break. It was so predictable that this was going to happen.« – »What do you expect me to do? Come to Barcelona without seeing them play for the first time since they’ve been taken over by Xavi and are getting great again?« Ella took another pillow and threw it at Ana, who just just groaned in despair. »I expected you to spend time with me, not to drag me somewhere to watch 22 men kick a ball for 90 minutes. I would much rather go out and have a fancy dinner somewhere.« – »We can still do that some other day.« Ana huffed, pushing herself up again. She couldn't wrap her head around how someone could be that obsessed with football. Ana also wasn’t oblivious to the fact that Barcelona has been underperforming for the past couple of seasons, having to deal with Ella’s outbursts after every important match they lost. Such as the 5 Classicos they lost in a row. Yet Ana knew that she had to accept her fate and do her friend the favour of joining her to watch that football match.

That’s how Ana ended up in the Camp Nou hours later. She sank deeper into the soft material of her coat keeping an eye on Ella who was, despite not being there for the first time, seemingly amazed by the astonishing atmosphere. »They better not play like shit, or else this was the last time I'll accompany you.« Ana grumbled and crossed her arms in front of her upper body. Ella just shook her head, knowing damn well that the chances of them playing yet another shitty match were pretty high. »It’s not even that bad..« – »Oh really, must have all been a dream then when you complained about their shitty form for hours over voice messages.« – »Things can change, you know. With the new generation coming through, my hopes are getting up again. They’ve brought up some young talents from ‘La Masia’. It’s looking very promising, the younger players are fun to watch.« Ella gushed, pulling Ana up from her seat as the first notes of the anthem sounded from the speakers. »I actually know about that.« – »Woah, how? – »I have my ways..« Ana smirked, listening to over 80 thousand people sing the anthem.

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pedri

I thought you weren't a fan and only watching when it's the Euros or World Cup?

ana_hernandez Don't get your hopes up too high, I was dragged, or more like forced, along by a friend

pedri

You should feel honoured that she picked you to come a long to see the best club in the world play in the most beautiful stadium ever!

ana_hernandez I'm her only friend in Barcelona... You think really highly of yourself, is it a common trait when being a professional football player?

pedri

It's common knowledge that the Camp Nou is the most beautiful stadium in the world... Did you enjoy it?

ana_hernandez I think so... Well I actually expected you to play like shit after Ella, my friend, told me about how shitty Barcelona has been the past couple of seasons

pedri

Thanks😦

ana_hernandez Jokes aside, I wouldn't have thought that players as young as you and that friend of yours could be so gallant on the pitch... I'm impressed

pedri

Glad to hear that! Are you planning to see another match?

ana_hernandez Ella already told me she's going to drag me to another one...

pedri

Make sure to wear my jersey then

ana_hernandez In your dreams Ella has tried to make me wear jerseys a million times, has never worked out, will never work out

pedri

Challenge accepted.

Are you by any chance in the studio tomorrow?

ana_hernandez I am, but not until late in the afternoon.. Why?

pedri

Just wondering...

#pedri fluff #pedri gonzalez x reader #pedri blurb #pedri x reader #pedri imagine #pedri fanfic #pedri gonzález blurb #football fluff #football player x reader #footballer imagine #lcstinhistcry #pedri gonzalez fluff

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orphicdreamers-wp · 10 hours

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So High School — Colston Loveland

Summary; In which dating the tight end for Michigan’s football team makes you feel like a high schooler in love.

Content Warnings; light smut if you squint, fluff, based on “so high school” by taylor swift. reader is a philosophy major at umich, reader is jim harbaugh’s daughter (for the plot😛)

I feel so high school, every time I look at you.

You felt your ears warm as you stopped to retrieve your scarf that the chilly Michigan breeze had knocked off your neck. Despite it being negative 3 degrees out you felt a flush breeze through your body as Colston held out a thin textbook towards you, “You dropped this.” Your cheeks pinked up like a giddy schoolgirl as you took the book from him, “Thank you Colston.” The football player paused briefly, “Have we met?” You smiled awkwardly, “I’m Katya’s roommate. We met at JJ’s birthday party last year.” Colston smiled as he put it together, “Ah, Katya’s shy roommate who ducked out super early. Also Coach H’s girl.” You smiled softly as the steaming apple cider in your hands fogged up your glasses, “Yeah that’s me. I have to get going, I’m already late to my intro to ethics class.” Colston smiled warmly as you disappeared down the sidewalk, he made a mental note to ask JJ to ask Kayta about your relationship situation.

I wanna find you in a crowd, just to hide from you.

A few weeks had passed since your interaction with Colston on the sidewalk. A few days after that interaction Colston had followed your private instagram which you learned JJ had given him in hopes of setting you up. You were currently huddled up with Katya at one of JJ and Colston’s football games. You absentmindedly searched the field for the blue jersey with the maize number 18 adorning the back. Your teeth were chattering from the chill air as the football spiraled from JJ’s hand and danced through the air before landing safely in Colston’s arms as his feet danced over the endzone. Michigan had won.

Katya squealed and grabbed your hand and pulled you down to the field. She left you alone as she made her way over to JJ. You scanned the crowd hoping to find Colston but falling short. A silky smooth voice filled your ears, “Looking for me pretty?” Your cheeks flushed a bright red as you spun around to find Colston smiling down at you. You grinned warmly, “Maybe so Loveland. Nice catch.” Colston smiled as he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “Thanks pretty. Do you have plans after this?” You smiled up at him, “Nah, Katya is probably gonna catch a ride back with JJ so I’m gonna catch the last bus back to campus and walk to our apartment. You?” Colston smiled, “No way, come out with me. I’m going down the road to Fleetwood’s Diner. Come with me.”

You hummed, “I don’t know. I don’t have my card and I only have a $20. Maybe next time?” Colston grinned, “Or you could let me pay for you this time and you can cover me next time?” You smiled at the boy, realizing he wasn’t giving up, “Fine only because Fleetwood’s has really good milkshakes.”

Tell me bout the first time you saw me

You awkwardly played with the rings on your fingers as you and Colston sat in a booth across from each other. You smiled softly as Colston spoke, “I still remember the first day I saw you and I actually think i crapped my pants.” A hearty laugh left your lips, “No! Why? I’m so sweet.” Colston grinned, “You had called your dad and said something about your tire was flat and you were crying because you didn’t know how to change a tire. He sent me and JJ to go change your tire for you. You were wearing an old ratty UMich tshirt and you looked like you’d been crying for hours and you were still so beautiful I swear I had never seen someone look so perfect until then.” Your cheeks pinked at his words as he smiled at you, “Go out with me. Like for real.” You looked taken aback slightly, “Okay.” Colston wasn’t expecting you to agree immediately so a warm smile washed over him.

I’ll drink what you think.

A few weeks had passed since Colston had asked you out, you had gone on two separate dates. The first being at a ace throwing place which suprisingly was a lot of fun, the second had been at a restaurant overlooking Lake Michigan and you were positive that he was going to kiss you goodnight when he dropped you off but he didn’t. You currently were stood in the off campus house some of the hockey players lived in at some party. You entered the kitchen to find Colston pouring some sort of alcohol into a red solo cup. You smiled as you leaned against the counter in the kitchen, “I’m sure my dad would love this.” Colston grinned as he instinctively reached for you and draped his arms around your waist, “Hi pretty. You thirsty?” You hummed, “Sure.” Colston grinned as he poured some Pink Whitney into a red cup, “Here you are gorgeous.”

You crinkled your nose at the strong smell of alcohol in your cup. Colston’s eyes searched to see if his drink assumption was correct. You noticed and smiled warmly as you sipped the drink. Colston spoke lowly, “Not the right drink is it?” You laughed softly, “No I’m more of a vodka person.” Colston hummed as he slightly frowned, “Why didn’t you say anything?” You grinned, “A cute boy did something sweet for me I can’t turn that down.”

Colston leaned closer to you, “Can I kiss you?” You smiled as your breath hitched ever so slightly, “I thought you’d never ask.” You leaned in a shared a sweet and passionate kiss with the tight end. You pulled away slightly breathless, “Wow.” Colston laughed as he pressed his forehead against yours, “Wow is right.”

I’m watching American Pie with you on a Saturday night

Shortly after you two shared the kiss at the party you and Colston decided to exclusively see each other. Colston was more of the social butterfly so not going out every weekend was different for him to say the least. But suprisingly the football player was content to be laying in your arms at 10:45 on a Saturday night watching the end of your favorite movie of all time, American Pie. He had tried to convince you to watch Any Given Sunday but was unsuccessful in his attempt. However you two did compromise and were going to watch Happy Gilmore next.

Are you gonna marry, kiss or kill me? It’s just a game but really I’m betting on all three.

You were rested upon Colston’s lap as the entire friend group was sitting around drunkenly playing kiss, marry and kill. JJ had to be the trashed of them all, he had thrown out your name, a annoying girl from his and Colston’s economics class and the water boy for Colston’s turn. Your boyfriend looked at you for help, unsure what to say. You hummed, “It’s just a game lovey.” Colston hummed as he traced circles into your bare thigh, “Marry my girl, kiss Carl the water boy and kill Sharon.” You hummed as you pressed a kiss against Colston’s lips, “You soo want to marry me.” Colston tucked your hair on one side of your head, “One day pretty. One day.”

Get my car door, isn’t that sweet

You grinned sheepishly as Colston pressed a kiss against your lips, “Don’t move.” It was pouring down rain and it was apparent the rain was harsh. Colston got out of his truck and ran around the front of the car and opened the door for you holding his jacket above your hair so it didn’t get wet. Your heart swelled at the sight of your boyfriend running back to his truck in the pouring rain.

No one’s ever had me not like you

Going back to your moms house with Colston was terrifying for you. Your parents had divorced when you were a freshman in high school so your years were split between their houses. You had your first kiss in your moms house. And the same boy you had kissed still lived next door to your mother. You were nervous about taking Colston home to begin with because your mom and you had a rocky relationship and you didn’t want to deal with her criticism.

But as you stood between your boyfriend who was very clearly jealous of Tyler who had been your first kiss, you were more nervous about that. You traced your nails over Colston’s tattooed arm, which seemed to calm him. You looked up at him and he relaxed as you entered your moms house. You spoke slowly, “No one has ever made me feel what you make me feel Colst.” Colston relaxed and pressed a soft kiss to your temple, “Thank you pretty.”

Touch me while your bros play Grand Theft Auto

You had grown accustomed to being around the Michigan football players as your relationship with Colston progressed. You had always been someone who was uncomfortable with PDA so for you to let Colston finger you while you sat in his best friends living room as they played GTA was pretty much unheard of. But you let it happen.

I feel like laughing, in the middle of practice to that impression you did of your dad.

Colston had absentmindedly been off his game all week. Coach Harbaugh had recently found out about his relationship with you and Colston felt like the other shoe was going to drop any minute now. You had laughed when Colston expressed his feelings. You had done a damn good impression of your father finding out about your relationship with Colston. So all week in practice Colston found himself near laughter when he thought of it. And you were right, your father reacted exactly the way you imagined he would.

You knew what you wanted and boy you got her.

_colstonloveland_: happy anniversary my pretty angel girl. two years of being entranced by you, one year of being your boyfriend. i love you💗 (tagged yourusername)

yourusername; baby🥹 i love you more than life💗

jjmccarthy; finally we set them up @katyakurpos

— katyakurpos: almost cuter than us🥹

user88; when he pines for her before being her bf😫

rutgermcgroarty: we all love y/n🫡

coachjim4um; my sweetest girl she’s so happy with you colston! thank you🙂🙂

#fanfic #football player x reader #UMich football #umich blurbs #umich imagine #umich wolverines #colston loveland #colston loveland x reader

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afterglowsainz · 5 days

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football masterlist

julian alvarez

fortnight

ruben dias

jude bellingham

jealousy

pablo gavi

pedri gonzalez

joão felix

andy robertson

#football masterlist #football #masterlist #football player x reader #jude bellingham x reader #pablo gavi x reader #joao felix x reader #pedri x reader

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lewisvinga · 22 days

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true love | max verstappen/joe burrow x fem! reader

summary; after news came about the ending of y/n and max’s relationship, fans think didn’t think k she’d rekindle with her childhood lover, joe.

fc; amberly yang

warnings; cheating

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03

note; requested ! i don’t write for joe burrow but i rlly liked this idea😭 i lowk missed the fact reader is a rbr driver but i tried to add little comments after lol

masterlist !

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yourusername uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; grumpy bc i don’t want to go out in sweats w no makeup when we’ll be out all day????😀] [caption 2; no longer grumpy bc he has food now???😭]

joeyb_9 put that phone down and finish ur makeup pls🙏🙏

yourusername im almost done don’t worry🙄

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joeyb_9 uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; finally dressed up buy by baguettes ???] [caption 2; i don’t get her but she’s cute and wins races at least lol ]

yourusername it’s a fashion statement , you wouldn’t get it!

yourusername also u think i’m cute??🤭🤭

joeyb_9 i can hear u giggling btw and yes i do

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liked by joeyb_9, yourbestfriend, and others !

yourusername: guess being cheated on leads you right back to your true love since day 1

tagged; joeyb_9

joeyb_9: happy birthday, pretty girl ❤️ liked by yourusername !

joeyb_9: i love you❤️

yourusername: i love you🥹

username: not the max shade LMAO

username: ICONICCC

username: JOE AND Y/N ARE TOGETHER AGAIN😭😭❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

username: THE WORLD IS HEALINGG

yourbestfriend: happy bday hawt girl 😻and ur bf is cool i guess 😒

joeyb_9: we’ve known each other since high school????

yourbestfriend: yeah so lol

yourusername: LMAOO thank u bae

username: GOD BLESS AMERICA🫡

username: i used to pray for times like these 😭😭❤️‍🩹

username: don’t let ur bf stop yall from finding true love guys

username: except her bf cheated on her 🤓good thing tho bc she’s thriving w joe🙈

username: my parents are back together 🙏🙏😭

username: wonder how rbr feels abt this😭

username: no more maxy/n pr, the joey/n girlies are happy 🙏

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gadriezmannsgirl · 11 months

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hey ! can u write a fic with frenkie and the reader at the beach please ? 🫶🏻

Lovers at the Beach - Frenkie De Jong

Summary: You and your husband have a fun day at the beach after his winning season

"Frenkie, babe!" You said as he dribbled past you and scored in your made up goal. He had taken the ball from you as you fell on the sand with a pout on your face, watching your three months husband cheer and pointed his left ring finger before kissing it.

As much as you tried to be mad at him for fouling you, you couldn't.

Once you got married he said that would be his celebration, kiss where his left ring finger, dedicating you each and every single one of his goals.

"I love the celebration but you fouled me!"

"I didn't! I took a nice and clean take"

"Nice and clean, my ass. I'm full of sand thanks to you!" He laughed as you stood up

"For starters, you ass is nice but it isn't clean now, it is full of sand"

"Oh shut up, De Jong" You crunched down and threw him a bit of sand as it hitted his toned chest "That's a clear penalty" You murmur once he gets closer to you

It wasn't but you two laughed. You were pretty far away from his goal and he indeed, took the ball nicely from you, you just aren't ussed to it so you quickly lost balance and fell.

You have been on the beach the whole day, he was having a well deserved break from the intense season they had and gladly ended up winning and you two thought coming into this relaxed and beautiful place for you both could be a good celebration. You have lunched, had some snacks, did a bit of everything, sunbathing, talked, played a bit of poker, walking, etc... And now the sun was setting meaning you in a few moments were about to go back home.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as his went to your lower waist pulling you into him, he leaned down and kissed your lips softly, you couldn't help but smile into the kiss making Frenkie smile too and break it

"Five years of relationship and you still don't know how to play" He tasked as you laughed burying your face into his cheek laughing "I must be doing something wrong"

"Absolutely nothing at all" You said "You're just a lot better than me" He pushed his lips out and nodded

"I am"

"You're also so full of yourself, can't believe I'm dating you"

"Married me actually"

"Yeah, that" You said as you lifted your left hand to show him your ring finger proudly "I can't believe it"

"What?"

"That I married my soulmate" Frenkie smiled and he pulled you into another kiss, this one longer

"Glad to know we feel the same way" He said before giving a few slaps to your ass, making you flinch

"DE JONG!!!" You exclaimed at his boldness as he laughed "We're in public"

"So...?"

"Who are you and what did you did to my PDA reserved husband?" He laughed hard

"Let's get into the water, mi amor" He said winking at you before slapping your ass once more making you run after him to slap his

"No, you come back here! I need to get my revenge!" You yelled once he was into the water and you couldn't achieve your goal

"We should definitely put you to do a bit more of cardio" He jokingly said as you threw some water at his face "It's on, Ms. De Jong" You smiled hearing your new last name but stepped back seeing him swim towards you

"No, that was my revenge! Frenkie!" You yelled before he pulled the two of you into the water and kissed you underneath it. You followed him before both of you came out for oxygen.

Inmediately, your legs were around his waist and his arms around yours pulling you into him

"I love you so much" You said, he smiled and kissed you once again before pulling away and whispering against your lips

"Ik hou meer van jou, schat" (I love you more, baby)

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld

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easemysoul · 1 year

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Time Wasted

Anyone × Reader

Thank you @greykitkepa for being an amazing beta reader!

Warnings: it’s a breakup

Notes: none but if you want more like this..let me know!

Word count: 398

Summary:

Breaking up with them

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“I gave you everything and more. I let go of so many people and things to be here with you. To be here for you.” You shake your head, disappointed with yourself more than anything.

“I can’t believe I did all of that.” You mumble, talking more to yourself than the man across from you.

You continue packing the bag sitting on the bed you once shared with your now ex boyfriend.

“I knew this would happen. I told you it would. But you convinced me it wouldn’t. Like you had all of this planned out.” The ache in your chest slowly leaks into your words.

He flinches a little, hearing how much he really hurt you.

“I’ll be back at some point to get the rest of my stuff.” You mumble, zipping up the duffle bag once it’s packed with essentials and special items of yours.

You let out a dry laugh when he doesn’t reply or react, just sits on the edge of the bed as if you were the one to hurt him.

You pick up the bag and start to walk out of the bedroom you once shared with the man you thought loved you.

You pause, bringing your hands to your neck and taking off the thin necklace with a little pendant, his initials engraved on the back.

You’re immediately sent back to when he gifted it to you. It was after a tough season a few months ago. You were on holiday together. He gave it to you after a romantic dinner by the ocean. He said he loved you and wanted you to always have a piece of him with you. He said it was also a thank you for staying by his side through everything.

Now, you know the real reason why he gifted it to you. He felt guilty for the many times he was unfaithful then hid it.

You don’t bother turning around to give it to him, you just drop it on the carpeted floor. You feel a weight lifted from your shoulders the second you hear the piece of jewellery hit the floor with a soft thud.

“I would say I wish the best for you, but after everything you’ve said and done… I wish nothing but the worst.” Are you final words to the man you thought you’d spend the rest of your life with.

#m writes #reader #football imagines #football fics #f1 #formula 1 #f1 imagines #formula one #formula 1 imagines #driver x reader #football player x reader #my fics: bellinghamilton

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cialovesklopp · 9 months

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ➺ k.mbappé

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — hiding from paparazzis by dyeing your hair and visiting your boyfriend’s match as well as meeting his found family is always fun

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — kylian mbappé x amara imani (oc)

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 9.1k

𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 — king of my heart [taylor swift], bébé [dadju]

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — this chapter contains misogyny, sexual harassment, verbal abuse, cheating, mental health issues, toxic relationship, gaslighting, physical abuse (don’t really sure if it really counts as that but i think it does)

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — for anyone experiencing anything similar than what amara did, no matter how bad it is, i always have an ear free and there are several organizations that help people in situations like this. just remember that you’re not alone in this 🫶🏾

i also apologize for the timeline but beginner’s mistake: i forgot to install a timeline so some time marks shouldn’t make sense, just ignore it ☺️ and the ending feels a bit rushed because i was scared of it becoming too long

taglist: @lorarri @locedes @aechii

masterlist

𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

she was tired of waiting. sitting on the couch, her phone in her hand while the other was busy nervously tapping on the white furniture, another yawn escaped her lips.

the dim yellow light shone on her, highlighting the eye rings underneath her eyelids. that certainly did not help keeping her awake when even her mirror reflection was screaming fatigue. yet she stayed awake.

even if she wanted to go to bed, she knew her mind wouldn’t let her sleep. she would be destined for another sleepless night, spend with her rolling and turning around in her bed. why couldn’t he just send her a message, small text that he was fine?

she was used to him not answering her calls sometimes or ignoring her on purpose. but evan had never left her that long without a sign of life. and that definitely worried her. especially because she didn’t want to fight with him.

another attempt to reach him failed as she was sent again straight to voicemail, the lump in her throat only getting bigger. she leaned back, her head making contact with the soft pillow as she let out another sigh. she didn’t even remark her eyelids closing or her hand letting go of the phone in her hand as she fell asleep. exhausting had taken her over.

although she didn’t sleep long. the turning of the doorknob and a person stumbling in instantly woke her up from her light sleep. her view was still a bit foggy as she blinked rapidly to get a clear view on the scene in front of her.

a quick glance at her phone told her it was one o’clock, reminding her that she had spent four hours waiting for her boyfriend to come home. four hours without any sign of life.

finally accustoming to the light, she was met with the view of her boyfriend, completely drunk, as he grabbed the commode next to him for stability. the long midi dress hung on her heavily as she stood up, walking towards him.

“where were you?” she demanded, anger mixing his worry as she took in the sight of him. “i was worried, you didn’t call. not even a little text so i know you’re alive. who knows maybe you were hit by a car or something. one life sign was all i needed from you!”

“just leave me alone amara,” he drunkenly slurred, slapping her hand away from his chest. “we were at a party. you know how john can be sometimes, he was in a mood to party.”

“and you couldn’t be bothered to tell me that? instead i had to sit here and wait because my mind was so worried about you. don’t you see how fucked up that is?”

“i’m sorry, just let it go.” he muttered, trying to move past her but amara was adamant on not letting him leave till they finished this conversation. especially because it was occurring so often those last few weeks. why was he so determined to go to bed though? why was he in such a hurry to get to the bedroom?

as he tried to move past her, amara felt her heart sink at the sight of his untucked shirt. she felt it break when the lingering scent of perfume she didn’t recognize made it to her nose and knew it belonged to a woman. but what shattered her heart into pieces, where she thought she’d never be able to glue them together was the significance of her realization. what it truly meant.

“you slept with someone again, didn’t you?” she asked him quietly, trying to maintain her composure.

the way he avoided her gaze was enough of an answer for her. she didn’t need to know more. no words could describe the disgust she felt when she met his eyes full of guilt.

“it wasn’t supposed to happen. i just had a lot to drink and john was telling us to let loose so i did, but i swear i didn’t mean to end up with her —.” he stammered, his voice slightly faltering.

“in bed?” amara inquired sarcastically, a pit of burning anger building up in her stomach. “no, instead you probably fucked her in the bathroom.” she retorted, swallowing heavily. “you promised to me! i can’t believe you would humiliate me like this again!”

she truly wanted to believe he could change. that his casanova days were over but she was met way too often with disappointment. and even though she could see the weight of his actions in his eyes, it had happened too often for amara to believe that his emotions were truly real. “i didn't mean to hurt you," he whispered, his voice low.

“you promised the last time that you wouldn’t cheat on me again. you said it was the last time.” she cried out, not able to hold her anger back any longer. “they think i’m stupid because of you. because of the way you painted me — that i’m the stupid girlfriend who is too weak to leave her cheating boyfriend. you made me… made me look like some dumb bimbo. again.” she yelled at him, her voice quivered with pain and trauma. “i can’t believe you would hurt me like this again.”

there was a heavy silence as amara brushed her tears away. “i’m leaving,” she said quietly, blinking away her tears. “i can’t do this anymore. i forgave each time, i accepted your promises, believed in them but this is not continuing. i’ll be leaving in the morning. i just… can’t do this anymore. i gave you so many chances and my heart can’t anymore.”

she tried to move past him, brush him off as she was about to walk past him but something held her up, more specifically evan grabbing her hand violently.

“evan stop it and let go of me.” she demanded swiftly, “you’re hurting me.”

“then start listening to me,” he replied to her, only tightening the grip on her hand. “i said i’m sorry about cheating. you’re just overreacting and playing miss diva again.

“i’m not overreacting evan. i waited the entire day, i called, i texted and you couldn’t even give me one sign of life. instead i find out you cheated on me and god knows how many times you have done that already. and everytime i forgave you but i can’t anymore. i don’t wanna be that stupid girlfriend anymore. all i ever needed was your support, not your constant humiliation.” amara croaked, her voice full of emotion.

he didn’t let go of her wrist but he didn’t apply more force to it either. and as amara looked into his eyes, she was surprised by how much she couldn’t recognize him.

“i only cheated because you made me, gave me no other choice,” he said dismissively, staring her into the eyes. “i love you so much and all you do is push me away. always so distant and putting your career over me. i never cheated because i don’t love you but because i’m desperate.”

her heart was beating quickly as she listened to him. she wasn’t sure what she was hearing. how could he possibly justify his actions by blaming her? the accusations left her feeling defenseless, tears of frustration welling in her eyes.

“i loved you and you knew that. don’t you dare pin this on me. i can’t anymore. all this disloyalty is too much for me.”

she hoped he would let her go now but he had other plans. though amara wasn’t sure whether he would even remember this conversation the next morning with the amount of alcohol he probably must have drunk. but he didn't back down; instead, he continued to pile on the guilt, especially because he just knew what to say. "you pushed me away," he insisted, his tone accusatory. "i was just looking for someone who would appreciate me because you never gave me your time. maybe if you had spent more time with me, i wouldn’t have cheated on you all those times.”

this must be a dream or at least she wished it was. how could he blame her for his mistakes when all she ever did was love him. be loyal to him. had she truly failed him that much?

“no one will take your side if you leave me,” he muttered, his voice making amara shiver. “i’m the reason they know you. who knows amara imani? but they know evan henderson. so who do you think they will believe?” he asked her, his free hand brushing over her cheek. “the white man who has been in the society his whole life long or his black little slut who’s just a bland copy of Beyoncé and Taylor swift? why do you wanna make it so hard for you? you have everything you need with me, love, money, success.”

“i love you and i know you love me too. why do you want to destroy this?” he whispered, playing even more into his manipulation. he knew all her weaknesses, how to manipulate and gaslight her and he seemed pretty satisfied with him when it seemed to work on her. all he needed was just a bit of self-doubt to win her back. and he had always known the right words. “i promise you, this will never happen again.” he let go of her wrist and even though it wasn’t very recognizable on her skin, it was clear that there would be a bruise. he lifted her hand, pressing soft kisses onto the bruised skin, his thumb brushing gently over it. “i didn’t meant for this to happen. you know that right? it was a stupid mistake.”

she swallowed the lump that formed in her throat, nodding as she tried to keep her tears down. it was a mistake, she repeatedly told herself, trying to calm herself down. he didn’t mean to.

it wasn’t the first time he had hurt her but he had been doing so good since the last time. it hadn’t been long enough ago for her to forget it but enough time had passed for her to put herself together. it should have been a sign for her, a sign to leave when her mind was glad, it wasn’t as bad as the last time. that this time it had just been her wrist. and in addition, she loved him.

“we can fix this, put ourselves together again.” he continued to whisper, his hand looking to intertwine with amara’s. “i’m all you need. just me. and you don’t want to lose me, do you? we can work through this, you and me.”

looking at him incredulously, she pulled her hand back and walked quickly past him, brushing his shoulder in the process. her feet had a mind of her own as they brought her to the guest room, amara knowing that she couldn’t sleep in the same bed next to him. even breathing became hard when they were in the same room. how was she supposed to stay here? it was a mistake, she continued to tell herself as she climbed into bed, the pillow getting wet due to her tears that were rolling unstoppable. he won’t do it again.

she searched for solitude, hiding in the guest room though she wasn’t alone for long. her eyes closed instantly as she heard evan’s footsteps approaching the door to the guest room. she couldn’t talk to him anymore, she wouldn’t make it. she turned around, her body facing the wall as she tried to act as if she was sleeping. she would confront evan tomorrow, if he even remembered what had happened tonight.

her body tensed as he let himself fall into the bed, joining her.

“i told you i was sorry,” he slurred drunkenly. “amara please.” he begged again, his words clearer now. his hand brushed down her cheek and amara begged he wouldn’t remark the wet surface of her face or her tears that were still rolling down. “you know that wasn’t me. you just provoked me and i snapped but i promise this was the last time.”

“please just leave evan. you probably won’t even remember this tomorrow.” amara murmured tiredly. “we’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

but instead of leaving and going to bed, he started to press sloppy kisses on her neck, moving up and down.

“evan go,” amara demanded, trying to push the male away but he wouldn’t budge. instead his hand travelled down further her body, stopping just above her thigh. “please stop. i’m not in the mood.”

“i just wanna apologize,” he muttered into her hair, his kissing moving up to her cheek. she struggled to push him off of her, disgust in her eyes as she felt the budge in his pants growing bigger.

when his hand was about to slip under her sweatpants, amara saw red, taking every of her strength and willpower to push him off of her. “i said stop evan. leave now.” she demanded him angrily.

his eyes grew dark again, amara watching as his expression grew cold. “this is exactly the reason why i cheated on you. you always push me off.” he yelled at her, ignoring the way her body flinched. “why won’t you sleep with me anymore?”

“all i want is to apologize to my girlfriend and she won’t even let me touch her.” he began, purposely hoping on making amara feel bad. “i know i messed up and i’m really trying my best but you have to let me.”

he leaned close to her. “i love you. you know that right?” he asked her softly, amara nodding. she truly loved him. as naive as she was, she of course believed every word he said, falling down into his trap again. “and you don’t want to lose me, do you?” he whispered into her ear, his hot breath making contact with her skin. he started pressing kisses down her neck again as she spoke words into her mind, knowing exactly just how to manipulate her. and nearly everytime it seemed to work.

“… you’re my girlfriend. you’re supposed to make me feel good. and then i’ll never have to look somewhere else again. because you’re all i’ll ever need.” he told her sweetly, a sort of guilt rushing through her heart.

so when he started to slip his hand under her sweatpants again, she just let it happen. he was all she had.

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amara.imani went red for the day, those paps are never gonna catch me 💋

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liyah_clark slayyyy bestie

k.mbappe that meme 💀

amara.imani i was tempted to use one of you and a turtle but i decided against it

k.mbappe and i thought you were nice. I’m keeping your tacos now

amara.imani i’m sorry. please bring me tacos

graceywood take care of you and please come back home in one piece

amara.imani yes mama

iamcardib you go girl, those paps will never see it coming

kyliejenner omg i love the red on you, i might dye mine too

amara.imani you def should, king kylie era returning?

justineskye how could you dye your hair without me? where was my invite?

hudson_music does that mean i get the day free since you’re not here?

amara.imani sure, just don’t get too drunk. i’m at the studio tomorrow

charles_leclerc wearing the right color. have i actually managed to make you a tifosi?

amara.imani a proud teamlh supporter till i die, try to convince liyah

charles_leclerc i asked her and she told me if i ever tried to make her switch on lewis again, she’d dump me

amara.imani the only right response

liyah_clark i just said that i support you and only you but i will never become a tifosi, sorry babe

liyah_clark but you could always change to merc if you want to see me so badly in your colors

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730 days had passed since that accident. 730 days ago she had made the worst decision of her life by staying with him. giving him the knowledge that she believed everything he said. two years had passed since she had allowed evan to take her sparkle away.

at first, amara didn’t even know why she thought of that memory today. it had been months that she hadn’t thought back of evan and their toxic relationship. and then she had thrown a glance at her phone and knew the reason why. it had happened on this date, two years ago. two years ago, he had managed to take a part away from her.

no one truly knows how hard it is to get out of a toxic relationship till they are caught in one themselves. outsiders will say, ‘just leave,’ not knowing how hard that can be. because no one truly knows how to escape that situation.

books with instructions to that don’t exist. so how is one supposed to know what to do? no one tells you what to do when your boyfriend lays his hand on you for the first time. the rational side of your brain will tell you to leave but do you listen? of course not. instead you try to justify the action because you’re telling yourself, why else would he lay his hand on you unless you had done something wrong?

and that’s the way the circle begins. he won’t lay his hand on you but small gestures are enough to know that he was close to hurting you again. grabbing your wrist a bit too tight, his fist almost making contact with your skin… soon you’ll find yourself happy that it was only your wrist that suffered under his anger.

no one tells you what to do when you don’t know how to leave him. you expect friends to notice your changed behavior but they’re all too busy, profiting from your misery. encouraging you to stay in that toxic relationship because it was good for them. they don’t care about the abuse you receive, whether it’s physical or mental. and the friends you know would have probably helped you, they are already gone because you pushed them away. so now you find yourself alone in an abusive and toxic relationship with nowhere to go and no escape system.

of course, the abuse is always equated with some good or else leaving would be too easy, wouldn’t it? for every mean word, a bouquet of flowers. for every wrist held too tight, a nice diamond necklace would find itself in front of you along with a smile, a smile promising that it would never happen again and yet both know that it was a lie. but still, your brain starts to forget the bad side. and whenever you find yourself close to leaving, your brain will ask you “why are you leaving when it’s good at the moment. he didn’t mean to. he loves you”.

amara had quickly realized how easy it was for an outsider to judge an abusive marriage, relationship, friendship. but they didn’t know the work that hid behind it. the exhaustion and manipulation. the betrayal of trust your brain won’t want to admit. it was a whole cycle and finding a loophole in it took more strength than one would ever admit.

as humiliated and betrayed as she had felt in that moment, amara was glad he had left her. had cheated on her publicly. it had given her the loophole she had been looking for the entire time. and it had come at a good moment too, one where he wouldn’t be able to manipulate her into staying like he had done so many time. but she still preferred to never talk about that period of her life again. it was over.

today she would be focusing on kylian the entire day. the reason she was even here. if someone had told her one year ago that she would be standing here, excited to watch a psg match, she would have called the psychiatry to inform them that they were most likely missing a patient. and yet here she was, ready to cheer on her boyfriend. her excitement was palpable as she sat in the vip lounge, eager to witness him playing in action on the field.

she had been so keen on finally watching him play live that she had even dyed her hair red and donned a stylish pair of sunglasses to not be recognized by any cameras or paparazzis that were present. even though the two were clear where they stood with each other, they did not want to share their bliss with the press yet, preferring to just live in their own bubble before any articles caught up to them.

the stadium buzzed with an electrifying atmosphere, fans donning their team's colors and waving flags with passionate fervor as screams were heard from everywhere, overtoning the commentator of the match. kylian had not exaggerated when he had told her that playing at home was always another vibe. the energy was contagious and amara found herself close to singing with the commentators but she refrained herself from doing so, not wanting to stand out. she was also impressed by the dedication of the supporters who poured their entire heart and souls into cheering for their beloved team, some even making huge trips just to come support their team. needless to say, this would not be her last match.

sure, maybe paris didn’t have as much of an history as liverpool had, and maybe they didn’t have their own fan song that had carried through the history of their club but they had supporters amara guessed. and she loved the atmosphere here.

lost in her phone, checking messages and replying to some instagram messages, amara only looked up again when the crowd erupted into a thunderous roar, announcing the arrival of the players who came walking out from the tunnel. her eyes were fixed on him though.

despite thousands of fans around her, yelling and chanting his names she managed to drown out the noise around her as her eyes searched his. the way he looked at his fans, standing majestically on the ground and the way he held himself, so confident and mesmerizing — she couldn't help but feel an overwhelming surge of pride knowing that she was there to support him.

even though he wouldn’t recognize her, amara drew kylian a discreet air kiss from stands, her way of wishing him good luck which he acknowledged with his typical smirk. it was her secret way of letting him know she was there, supporting him wholeheartedly. she felt connected to him in another way today. last time he was in her world and this time she was a visitor in his.

watching the match, amara couldn’t contain herself from yelling along the fans for every foal or occasion the blue players had, her heart pounding with each near missed chance for a goal. she cheered with unrestrained joy when kylian opened the score with a beautiful volley that landed immediately in the net, the goalkeeper having no chance. and even though she facepalmed seeing his new celebration, her grin grew wider as she watched him draw a heart with his fingers and then fire an arrow in her direction. of course the crowd went wild, looking around frantically to find the person he had just dedicated a goal to.

the crowd calmed down again when the whistle blew, indicating the break and amara was able to get away from all the screams for a quick pause. as much as she enjoyed the game, it had been a long time that she hadn’t been out again in public and even less to a big event like this. but she couldn’t have known that the second half contained just as much surprises as the first one.

sitting down again, this time armed with a bottle of coke, she watched with excitement the second part of the game, hoping for it to be just as thrilling as the first one— even more, she was hoping for another goal of him. and amara was not disappointed. fifteen minutes into the second half, the ball found kylian again who put it again into the net, dribbling his way into the surface for a quick finish. she braced herself again for another of his ridiculous celebrations, surprised when all he did was just lift his shirt so the public could read what was written on it. and upon reading it, amara was glad she had finished her drink a long time ago because the french striker had written boldly across his shirt: told you so. and she knew it was directed at her. she wanted to hide behind one of the chairs, smiling hardly but she was also painfully aware that if she acted different now, everyone would know it was for her and she wouldn’t dare to imagine how that could turn out for her.

as the final whistle blew, amara felt happy and kind of sad. for the two hours that she had been here, she had been able to drown out everything. forget about her problems because here they didn’t matter. she clapped happily as the crowd began to disperse, knowing her day was long from being over. she waited a few minutes before standing up, thanking the security men for escorting her to the changing rooms. of course only after showing him her badge that kylian had gotten her for vips.

she grew a bit self-conscious as she received several weird stares while walking towards the players changing rooms but she tried to ignore them all, focusing instead on kylian’s amazing match and all the things she’d tell him.

amara hesitated at first, unsure whether she should enter immediately as her worries took over her thoughts but she was able to block them out quickly. with all her confidence, she strutted over to the door, knocking three times before opening it and entering. taking a few steps, she was instantly met with kylian, currently changing as he took off his jersey.

“hey superstar. how does it feel to be mvp?” she teased, flashing him a playful grin as she made her way towards him.

he turned towards her with a cheeky smile, amara’s eyes not leaving his defined abs. his arms immediately engulfed her as he pulled her in for a hug, savoring the scent of cherry and vanilla that was immediately picked up by his nose. “amara? i can’t believe you actually came. and your hair? why did you dye it red?”

she laughed, throwing her head back in joy and twirled one of her extensions. “i promised you i’d be there, didn’t i? and as for my hair, told you those paps aren’t gonna catch me.” she replied sassily.

he chuckled playfully, shaking his head at her sass. “so, what did you think of the match? don’t even try to lie, i know you enjoyed it. especially my two goals,” he smirked. “comment t'as trouvé mes célébrations? kinda cool, don’t you think?” — what did you think of my celebrations?

she rolled her eyes, matching his sarcasm. “i loved them,” she retorted. “you just had to do it, didn’t you? because of you, gracey will scold me tomorrow since your new celebration,” she trailed off, looking at him pointedly, “will attire a lot of media attention. especially that second one.”

he shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "didn’t you say that any publicity is good publicity? besides they’ll probably forget it in a week.”

she laughed again, knowing he had a point but that still didn’t make her any less annoyed. “fine but don’t say i didn’t want you when the paps start camping in front of your apartment.”

“i already spend more time at yours than at my own so it’s fine.” he replied sarcastically. “that way, you won’t steal any secret tactics.”

she faked a dramatic expression, putting a hand on her chest. “oh my gosh, you discovered my plan. the only reason i actually dated you was to steal all the secret tactics and sell them to the highest bidder. but then again, your tactics aren’t really worth much.” she joked, shrieking when kylian attacked her hips, tickling her there.

“i dare you to say that again,” he demanded jokingly, resting his hands lastly around her waist, pulling her closer. “we talked about this amara.”

“i know, i know.” she repeated, rolling her eyes. “we don’t compare psg with liverpool. i know that. now come here,” she said, purposely annoying him before pulling him in for a kiss.

they were immediately caught in a passionate kiss as amara wrapped her hands around his neck. every kiss still felt like their first one, fireworks still exploding in her stomach whenever their lips met.

“you were great,” amara whispered against his lips, smiling as she leaned in to connect them again. though they never made it since the door suddenly opened and the couple was caught like a deer in headlights when the rest of his teammates came in. there was a moment of silence before one of his teammates (amara didn’t know who) started to yell.

“MAIS LE GARS, C’EST KYLIAN AVEC UNE MEUF!” on of them yelled and amara stared down, luckily not blushing. — guys, it’s kylian with a girl

“and she actually seems nice. remember when he dated chloe, that stuck-up bitch.” another one commented, his teammates agreeing.

“eh, je suis toujours la.” kylian retorted annoyingly. — hey, i’m still here

“COME ON KYLIAN, PRESENT HER TO US!” several of his teammates screamed, some even jumping up and down which made amara smile. it warmed her heart to see how thrilled they were to meet her.

“le gars, this is amara imani, the singer, you—“ he began but amara cut him off immediately, rolling her eyes.

she arched an eyebrow, looking at him incredulously. “bro, they didn’t ask you for a cv of me.” she cut him off sassily before looking at the boys who were watching them confusingly. “i’m his girlfriend.”

“what?” all of them exclaimed which made kylian smirk, probably boosting his ego.

neymar (amara immediately recognized him because of liyah’s huge footballer crush phase) was the first to grin widely and to approach her. “hah, i already knew. i was the first person he told,” he bragged. “it’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person. eu sou um grande fã de sua música.” — i’m a big fan of your music.

“obrigado. i’m a big fan of your skills too.” she replied, her accent standing out as she replied to him in portuguese.

“you speak portuguese?” another of his teammates asked (amara hating herself for her short memory because she was sure she had seen him play today).

she nodded, smiling shyly. “i speak several languages. next to english and french, i also speak spanish, igbo and a bit portuguese but mine is a bit rusty.”

“that’s still more than his last girlfriend.” another one hollered. “sergio ramos, delighted to meet you. it’s a good thing you speak spanish, now we can bitch about kylian behind his back whenever we want.”

a mischievous grin appeared on her face while this time, kylian rolled his eyes. “you do know i speak spanish fluently right?” he asked them but they both waved dismissively.

the next one to present himself was marco and even he had some difficulties, believing that kylian had actually gotten the girl. “it’s kinda weird having you standing right here. who would’ve thought kylian’s game was that good? never in thousand years i’d have believed that. also my wife is a big fan of yours. even dragged me to one of your concerts.”

she just laughed, sending kylian a playful wink before turning her attention back to marco.

one by one they introduced themselves, some not able to contain their excitement due to them being big fans while others had difficulties with believing that had actually managed to get himself a girlfriend who was none other than amara. and since this were incredible news, presnel (as amara had learned) couldn’t keep himself from facetiming the whole french national team just to keep them up with the happenings. it didn’t ring long before several faces started to pop up on the screen of presnel’s phone.

“MES FRÈRES, NOTRE BÉBÉ A ENFIN UNE COPINE!” presnel announced excitingly, waking everybody’s interest and capturing their attention. — my brothers, our baby finally has a girlfriend

“ATTEND, KYLIAN A KEN AVEC UNE MEUF?” antoine retorted confusingly, probably speaking out loud what the other members of the french team were thinking. instead of answering, presnel just shoved the phone in amara’s face who smiled awkwardly. “EH, MAIS C’EST AMARA IMANI.” — wait, kylian bagged someone?

— eh, but that’s amara imani

there was a shockwave growing through the participants of the call, all too stunned to speak.

“where is amara? i wanna see her too,” a little voice said in the background and a girl showed up next to antoine which amara assumed was his daughter. she waved shyly at the screen, causing even more chaos.

"KYKY SORT AVEC AMARA IMANI! Comment il a réussi avec sa grosse tête de tortue?” paul exclaimed amusingly as amara laughed too, nearly choking. — kylian is going out with amara imani! how did he manage that with his big head of a turtle?

“QUI S'INTÉRESSE QUELLE TÊTE IL A? IL A PÉCHO AMARA IMANI!” ousmane disregarded his friend’s comment quickly and looked at amara who had taken pleasure in watching the team react to the news. “can i have tickets for your next tour? the last one was sold out way too quick before i even had a chance." — who cares what head he has? he pulled amara imani!

“kylian, if you don't bring her to the next team event, don't even bother showing up.” aurelien threatened jokingly.

amara nudged him slightly to catch his attention. “your friends are funny. i didn’t know they were such big fans of me.”

he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “i told you, they were going to love you.”

“AMARA, JE T’AIME. JE T’AI TOUJOURS SUPPORTER, MÈME QUAND TON EX DE MERDE RACONTAIS DE CONNERIES SUR TOI!” jules then yelled over the phone making amara’s heart even warmer. — amara, i love you. i’ve always supported you even when that shitty ex was saying bullshit about you.

“je suis tellement ravie de faire connaissance avec vous et ça me tient à cœur que vous êtes de si gros supporter.” amara told them happily, genuinely touched by their warm welcome. — it’s been a pleasure getting to meet you and I’m touched that you’re such big fans of me.

kylian, who had finished changing and had finally dressed up, placed himself next to amara, his hand instantly wrapping around her waist. he placed a few soft kisses on her neck which sent tickles down her entire spine.

“stop that,” she muttered under her breath, smiling as she tried to hold kylian’s head away from her neck though that turned out to be very complicated as he had his arms wrapped around her waist.

“fine,” he replied, his lips pressed to a pout. taking a bit pity on him, she turned his head, pressing a soft peck on his lips.

“heh, il y’a des enfants ici.” yelled presnel and neymar amusingly put his hands over marco’s eyes while the couple separated quickly making everybody present laugh. — hey, there are children there

“j’ai toujours cru que le vrai amour de kylian, c’est le foot honnêtement.” paul revealed jokingly. “c’était la seule chose qu’il faisait.” — i always thought football was kylian’s true love — it’s the only thing he ever talked about

“bah apparemment, tout ce qu’il faut faire c’est ressemble à un ninja turtle pour draguer des meufs célèbre.” jules replied in the same tone as paul and amara wasn’t able to retain her giggle watching kylian’s face scrunch up. — apparently all you need for famous girls to come after you is to resemble a ninja turtle

“vous êtes chiante,” the french international striker pouted again, wanting to hide his face in amara’s neck again but she pushed him off. — you’re all pain in the asses

the entire team erupted in laughter, taking joy in watching his demise and him being all embarrassed. but of course they all meant it well. and amara understood quickly that they were a bunch of adults with the mindset of children, wondering truly how their coach was able to keep up with them.

“soo… how long have you two been dating?” aurelien asked them curiously, amara and kylian exchanging some looks.

“we’ve known each other for about seven to eight months but we started seeing each other a month and a half ago and have been officially dating for two weeks.” replied amara.

“si ça dépendait de moi, on devrait sortir ensemble pour sept mois maintenant.” kylian threw in jokingly. — if it were up to me we’d be dating for seven months now

“donc tu la fais attendre un peu?” presnel inquired, mischievous glint sparkling in his eyes as amara nodded proudly. “ça va le gars, il est complètement parti. un vrai simp.” — so you made him wait for a while? — guys, it’s official. he’s completely gone, a true simp

“wesh, ta gueule,” kylian retorted sassily, blushing slightly. — shut up

“est-ce que kylian t’embêtes de fois avec tout son bavardage de foot?” jules asked next. — does kylian annoy you sometimes with his constant talk about football

amara nodded swiftly, a loud sigh following. “yes he does. il y a des fois où je suis fatiguée et je veux seulement rentrer me coucher mais monsieur a décidé de mettre un match. et il commente toujours à côté.” amara complained. “but i love that about him.” — there are times where I’m just tired and all i want to do is sleep but mister here decided to put on match. and he always comments on it on the side

“you can never stay mad at me,” kylian whispered seductively into her ear and amara hummed, the two losing themselves in their own world again.

“eh, les amoureux on a pas encore fini.” presnel reminded them loudly. — hey lovebirds, we haven’t finished yet.

“j'espère que tu lui a appris quelques pas de danse parce que ton copain est tellement nul en danse…” paul trailed off making amara laugh. — i hope you taught some dance moves because your boyfriend is so bad at dancing…

kind of embarrassed, she admitted shyly. “ce même lui qui m’a appris à danser le slow. donc je peux te rassurer.” — actually, it’s him who taught me how to dance a slow so I can reassure you he definitely got better

“you don’t have to be embarrassed amara. we have tons of embarrassing stories about kylian. like one time” ousmane trailed off, thinking of the best example. his face brightened up immediately. “LE GARS, VOUS VOUS RAPPELER QUAND KYLIAN NOUS A FORCER À ÉCOUTER TOUS SES CHANSONS?” he yelled excitingly. — guys remember when kylian forced us to listen to all her songs

“ah oui, on se réveillait avec ta voix et on s’endormait avec ta voix.” — yes, we always woke up with her voice and fell asleep to her voice

“t’as toujours était son crush célébrité. donc on a rien dit quand il nous forçait à écouter tes chansons.” antoine explained to her and amara looked at kylian who tried to hide his embarrassment. — you’ve always been his celebrity crush. so we never said anything when he forced us to listen to your songs

“hey, don’t be shy. i find it adorable that you had a crush on me.” she replied sweetly. “that’ll be great leverage in the future.”

they started wooing, leaving some teasing side marks that guaranteedly boosted his ego. as if it needed any more growing.

“well, i have a question.” said antoine, already looking forward to teasing his teammate. “est-ce que kylian a aussi d’endurance au lit qu’au terrain?” — does kylian have as much stamina in bed as on the field?

nearly choking on his saliva, amara patted kylian’s back hard and reached for his water bottle so he could calm down.

“how do you answer that question?” amara inquired slowly.

“bah, nous on veut savoir comment est il est au lit. est-ce qu’il se vente des ses talents comme il l’aime faire souvent ou c’est vrai?” ousmane inquired. — well we want to know how he is in bed. does he exaggerate about his talents like he often does or is it true?

“i…” she looked at her boyfriend for some help but he just smirked, pointing at the screen where his friends / teammates were all looking for an answer. “oh my god, i don’t know how to answer that.”

“it’s a simple yes or no question.”

she sighed, glaring at kylian for leaving her in this situation before answering, “well, we’re fine off the pitch. ça ne manque de riens.” — we’re not missing anything

“eh mais attends. donc c’était toi qui lui a sucée le cou quand il est arrivé à l'entraînement avec un grand suçon?” presnel exclaimed shockingly. — wait a minute, so it was you who sucked his neck when he arrived at training with that huge hickey?

she shrugged dismissively. “je viens de dire que rien nous manque au lit.” she retorted sassily, sending them a playful wink that made his teammates yell again while kylian pulled her closer to him. — i just told you, we’re not missing anything

“kylian t’a intérêt à ne pas la perdre.” antoine threatened him lightly. — kylian, you better not lose her

“don’t worry, i don’t plan on doing so.”

it was loud and crowded in the club. even though neymar had rented the vip space for them, they were still able to feel the excitement and atmosphere of the crowd downstairs. the music was good though and amara found herself enjoying the mix the dj had put on as she watched the people dance.

the initial thought had actually been to go home but the team decided to go out and celebrate together after such a hard-fought victory where they had played beautifully for the first time in a long time. after the call amara had wanted to go home but when the team had invited her to tag alone to celebrate their victory and also get to know the others (such as the wags) she had accepted immediately, wanting to be integrated as quickly as possible.

they had gone home quickly to change before joining the squad outside of some fancy parisian club that they had apparently frequented very often and were fond of. amara had traded the red-blue jersey kylian had gifted her for a simple gray silk dress that sparkled in the light with every step that she took. how they had managed to escape the paparazzis, she’d never know. but she looked pretty so actually she wouldn’t mind being photographed right now.

kylian had immediately complimented her when she had come out of her bedroom, sporting the gray dress with her red hair tied up in a high ponytail. he was in awe of how she let the most simplistic things look beautiful, even when she put minimal effort into it. the entire night his eyes had not left her even when he was talking to one of his friends, his eyes had not left his girlfriend which amused his friends greatly.

he was also very happy of how well she got along with the other girlfriends and wives. he knew her friendship circle wasn’t very big and the only real friends she actually had were liyah and grace (where she always assured him that they were enough) but yet she was willing to put herself out there and make new contacts. perhaps he hadn’t given her enough credit when she had announced to him that she was coming back.

with the excuse of wanting to get himself another drink he was able to leave the conversation and rejoin his girlfriend that was waiting at the bar for her own drink. he surprised her from behind, putting his hands around her neck which startled amara at first but she relaxed quickly once seeing that it was kylian.

“t’es tellement belle,” kylian whispered in her ear, intertwining their fingers and amara leaned into his body. “i hope you’re having fun.” — you’re so beautiful

she nodded, taking a sip from her drink that had just arrived. “merci mon cœur.” she replied softly. “and i am having fun. jessica and sarah are sooo nice.” she replied, pointing to the two women who sat a bit away from the dance floor and were talking. “we have even planned some shopping dates already.”

“that’s amazing ma belle.”

the two stayed in their own bubble for a while, the comfort of the other being enough. amara had never truly realized how safe kylian made her feel especially when they were somewhere that was out of her comfort zone. he made sure she felt welcomed, safe. he didn’t abandon her like she was used to when she was dating evan and hung out with some influencer barbies.

talking with his teammates had also shown her what kind of supporting system kylian had, which she found was a privilege. talking from experience, she knew exactly how hard it could be when you were left all alone without any kind of support and how hard it would be in some difficult situations. and the french national team had immediately accepted her, welcomed her the moment she had introduced herself as kylian’s girlfriend.

truthfully, that she was someone’s girlfriend again felt a bit weird to her in the beginning. after finally learning to be alone, she was again someone’s girl. but this time she had said because she wanted to and not because someone had coerced her into accepting. and the way kylian had asked her whether she wanted to take another step. so calm, patient and genuine — she’d have been a fool to say no.

“do you get flashbacks?” she asked him, her eyes traveling across the club. “from the first time we met?”

“a bit. just that it wasn’t a club and you’re not as drunk as you were that night.” he laughed.

the two seemed inseparable with their bond evident to everyone around them. they didn’t even go back to their friends they had left with the excuse to get a drink. instead they stayed at the bar, laughing and talking while watching the people around them. only when the tones of dadju’s bébé came out from the speakers did the two leave their places to join the dance floor. kylian less willingly but then again he would do anything to see her smile.

as they swayed to the rhythm of the song, the rest of the the group couldn’t help but be marveled by how much in love they actually were.

“look at them,” presnel said to the group, pointing to the couple dancing to the song. “one could think they’ve been dating for a year. there’s no way they’ve been dating for only a month.” he exclaimed, the group watching as kylian muttered something into her ear and amara threw her head back laughing.

“wouldn’t be surprised if kylian got down on his knee right now,” marco added, grinning widely, “just watching them is enough to make someone sick. they’re acting like a couple on their honeymoon.”

“well, she was his celebrity crush,” neymar added, matching marco’s expression. “our boy has game. he’s definitely head over heels for her.”

“and she is for him.” sarah chimed in, taking place next to her husband.

the group watched with fond smiles as the couple danced on the dance floor. they probably didn’t even notice people staring at her, that much they were caught in their own world. they stared into each other's eyes, smiling as they swayed to the music. the song they had originally got up for had finished long ago but the two couldn’t bring themselves to sit down again. except quick drinking pauses (that mostly consisted of amara ordering a drink while kylian announced himself as the dd) their feet were glued to the crowd. and in addition to that,

as the night wore on, the number of drinks amara had downed became higher too. luckily for her, this time she wasn’t an emotional drunk but more like a fun and energetic drunk. she would be lying if she said that she didn’t enjoy kylian whispering sweet things into her ear the entire night or dancing with her new friends the moment the dj put on some quicker music.

knowing his girlfriend was tired though after some time, he made his way over to her, pulling her closer as he inhaled her scent.

“we should go home now, don’t you think?” kylian muttered softly into her ear. “tu n’arrives même plus à tenir,” he laughed, watching his girlfriend’s drunken state. — you can’t even stand properly anymore

“but my new friends… i haven’t finished dancing with them yet.” she pouted. “sarah was telling me a story.” she slurred him drunkenly.

“je te promets que sarah va venir demain pour te raconter le reste de l’histoire,” he tried to compromise, already bidding goodbye to the group who had immediately understood after seeing amara’s state. and they weren’t the only ones. marco and jessica had also already left, jessica having drunk just as much as marco. — i promise you sarah is coming tomorrow to tell you the rest of the story.

wearing a grumpy expression, she intertwined her hands and followed kylian outside, who had already called his driver. as kylian led amara to the car where his chauffeur was waiting for them he couldn’t help but reminisce about the night they had met for the first time. it felt nostalgic remembering how similar this situation was to how they first met. only difference was that this time, instead of nearly falling asleep, amara was full of energy, happily skipping around as they marched towards the car.

as they settled into the car, amara’s head rested on kylian’s shoulder, her gaze wandering out the window into the city lights that blurred past. his eyes were filled with love, watching her snuggle against him.

“you remember that night?” amara’s voice broke the silence, her words slightly slurred yet laced with fondness. "when you saved me from probably being kidnapped even though i was such a bitch to you. and now we’re here again.”

he nodded, pressing a gentle kiss on her temple. “i had to google myself to prove to you that i didn’t have any bad intentions. and you were so sarcastic that night.”

“well, it’s a good thing that you’re so stubborn,” she replied cheekily. “imagine if you had actually walked away.”

“i probably wouldn’t have been able to do this,” he leaned in and softly pecked her lips.

as they arrived at amara’s place, kylian carefully helped her out of the car, he walked her through the door as her laughter echoed in the night air, not able to stop himself from falling for her all over again. walking through the gate, they continued their playful banter and inside jokes, kylian enjoying her funny drunk-self.

the only moment where silence was present was when the couple found themselves in the elevator, standing face to face. that was also where the alcohol truly kicked in, not only for amara but also for kylian. before they even knew, the couple was making out, and only stopped when the elevator rang, signaling them that they had finally arrived at her apartment.

she stumbled through the room, her words slurred and laughter infectious as she entertained him with drunken anecdotes and witty remarks. while amara told kylian a drunken story about her first time on tour, the french striker helped the singer change into her pajama and carefully tried to do her skincare. (and kylian will forever brag to anyone who’ll hear that he perfectly applied moisturizer and toner.)

it would probably count as one of kylian’s biggest achievements that he managed to not only put a drunken woman to bed but also have her occupied enough that she didn’t recognize that he had left to change himself. he slipped secretly into her bed, getting comfortable next to her as amara cuddled into his chest continuing her rambling about god and the world while kylian found his comfort just listening to her.

all of sudden, a brilliant idea struck her as she listened to kylian’s heartbeat.

“omg kylian i have an idea for a song!” she exclaimed loudly, giggling. “quick, i need paper, please. avant que ça ne quitte ma tête.” — before it slips away from my head

her boyfriend chuckled affectionately, a wide smile plastered across his lips as he stood up to get her some paper. for some people it would seem stupid to listen to a drunk person but she could ask him to do the most dumb thing ever and he'd do it as long as it puts a smile on her face. that was love — sacrificing yourself in the most stupid ways just to see a smile on your partner’s face.

he hurriedly fetched a notepad and pen which she grabbed from him and even though she lacked any other surface to put the paper on, she started scribbling the lyrics on the paper.

“so you’re just going to write a song now.”

“yes.”

“in your state?”

“yep.”

the room filled with a poignant silence as she wrote the lyrics to the song. in the end it turned out to be a process of not only her but also kylian. he gave advice and listened to her while she sang some of the verses to him she was insecure about or when she didn’t find a word that fit enough to describe a feeling. he felt a profound sense of admiration and love for her as he watched her work.

finding comfort in his warmth that his body extended to hers, she looked him deeply into the eyes, staring behind his pupils and into his soul. "well, you know you kind of own my heart. you’re actually the king of my heart."

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌

��𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚.𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢

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amara.imani mon amour, je t’aime — my third studio album, i spent hours and hours trying to be the best version of myself to not only give you my most proudest work but also to make myself proud. this album is the result of love, passion and devotion, endless love that i received and that fueled me to write this album. thank you to my fans, who stood by me during the highs and lows — this album is also for you

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