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➛ DATING ERLING HAALAND

𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ none ] 𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ requested by anon "PLEASE haaland headcanons or a daring erling haaland imagine" your wish is my command hope you like it - also double update who dis ]

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the two of you met when you went to a dortmund game. you and your friends were shown on the big screen, and he was instantly hooked. after the game, he spent hours trying to find your socials. instagram, twitter, tiktok, snapchat anything that could tell him more about you. and when he found you, boy, was he happy. smiling like a complete idiot as he scrolled through your feed. and was basically kicking his feet and twirling his hair when he found out that you were single. so he followed you and started liking and commenting on your posts. safe to say you were stunned. a football player noticed you - well, that wasn't on your 2023 bingo card.soon after, he messaged you. which you were a bit apprehensive about since the stereotype that all footballers were fuck boys and assholes was ingrained in the back of your mind. but with a bit of persuasion, you agreed to go on a 'friendly' outing to a theme park. safe to say it was a massive success. you were the only two in the park (he rented it out for the two of you). so no long ques and privacy. you went on all the rides and ate as much as you want.

and he won you basically every available prize. with the final stop of the night being a photo booth. and with some last-minute confidence boost, you kiss him before the final photo is taken. that picture is now his wallpaper. after a couple more dates, you made it official. after that, it was full steam ahead. posting each other daily/hourly. cute tiktoks. and light pda. people couldn't get enough of you. especially the height difference. his jerseys looked like dresses on you. and his hoodies basically touched the floor. safe to say you looked super cute. midnight snack runs. and baking at 2am. cuddling while watching movies and playing in the snow. not to mention showering you with many gifts. you look at a dress. it's yours. you think those earrings are cute. here is one in every colour. like this makeup brand. here's one of every product they make. not only does erling love you, but so does his teammate. jude is basically your best friend 2 minutes into meeting each other. and Dortmund coaches love having you around, even if you distract Haaland a bit. all in all, a very happy and healthy relationship :)

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CELEBRITY CRUSHES :: PABLO GAVI

𖥻 SUMMARY ー [ an interview can lead to a lot ]  𖥻 PAIRING ー [ pablo gavi x fem! actress! reader ]  𖥻 GENRE ー [ fluff, slight angst? ] 𖥻 WORD COUNT ー [ 1.1k ] 𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ idk if there are any - let me know if I missed any ] 𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ this fic was inspired by @dachher and this short fic of theirs, and before you ask, I do have permission to use it as inspiration, and I hope you enjoy reading this ]

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The internet is a strange place. It's funny how a harmless clip can spiral into an imaginary romance in the eyes of the general public, even though the two in question had never met. Y/N L/N had never met Pablo Gavi. Sure, she had heard of him - though nothing beyond the highlights of football aired on sky sports late at night. But she knew of him nonetheless, as his good looks led the Euphoria actress to stalk his instagram for a couple hours on a boring Friday night.

So it was safe to say the actress was surprised when she woke up to her name trending next to Gavi's on Twitter. With thousands of people tweeting and retweeting about their supposed 'relationship', but one thing that repeatedly appeared was a clip from what seemed to be an interview. Clicking on the short video with tired eyes, only to be met with the attractive Spaniard's face plastered across her screen as he answered the question that seemed to cause the social-media uproar.

INTERVIEW CLIP :: GAVI REVILES HIS CELBE CRUSH TO BE NONE OTHER THAN Y/N L/N | A POSSIBLE BEGINNING FOR A NEW BUDDING ROMANCE AND A FUTURE IT COUPLE IN THE MAKING

Y/N was now wide awake as her mouth hung open in shock, having to rewatch times the clip several to confirm its authenticity to make sure it wasn't her brain playing tricks on her barely conscious brain. Safe to say, after ten minutes of digging, she could confidently say the video was real. And that was probably why everyone in her contacts was blowing up her phone. And why her manager had sent the star 87 texts and 123 calls.

Gulping at many missed calls, the young actress deliberated even calling Tyler back. But she knew better than to leave Tyler Markson on read as her manager's rath would be harsher if she ignored him. So she sucked it up and pressed the call button. As the phone rang multiple before eventually connecting, "hello", Y/N said, almost whispering out of fear. Don't get her wrong, she loved Tyler and considered him one of her best friends, but he was intimidating when angry.

"Look, it's not as bad as it looks. I don't know that guy; I don't have a crush on him. Hell, I don't even find him attractive." Telling lies had become second nature to the actress, so it took little to no effort for her to convince Tyler that there was nothing between them. And that was true. There was no relationship between them besides some slight mutual attraction, but no one needed to know it was mutual.

"Don't worry. It's all good. I just got off the phone with the Barca pr team, and they want you to come in a do a couple of interviews and promo for them, so be ready in an hour. I'll come to pick you up for the flight, and we'll have the shoot's tomorrow." With that, the conversation was over, and the call was cut. And with that, Y/N thought long and hard about what she would do as she packed her bags for the flight ahead of her to Barcelona, Spain.

If Gavi wasn't panicking before, he sure was now. News that a particular actress was coming to be a new celeb face in the ranks of Barca alums, the Spanish man knew precisely who they were talking about. And he was panicking, and it was clear as day to everyone that saw him.

"Amigo, calm down," Perdi said, rubbing his forehead as he watched his best friend pace around the changing room. But Pablo didn't listen and continued walking back and forth like a madman until Lewandowski placed a hand on his shoulder. "Sit down, Gavi"; with that, the young Barca star was seated. "Look, you will be fine." Frenkie De Jong chimed in.

"But what if I'm not? She's going to think I'm weird."

"Gavi, go talk to her after. Maybe even ask for her number."

"What are you talking about? I can't just go to her and say hi can I have your number? She's a huge actress."

"And? you are a huge footballer."

But before the duo could argue any further, Xavi said it was time to go and greet the guest. As they filed out of the room, he caught a look from his manager as if to say, 'don't do anything stupid, kid.' as the Barcelona players all walked to the field, they were met with the sight of the actress and her team stood on the grass getting ready to shoot the promos. Gavi was speechless - she looked even more beautiful in person.

But a cough from Lewandowski stopped him from embarrassing himself further, as he completely ignored the girl as she waited for him to introduce himself. "I'm Gavi," he finally muttered awkwardly, making all his teammates want to strangle him or facepalm into the pitch. "I know who you are, Pablo Gavi" with that being said, the Spanish boy turned red as his Spanish national team shirt.

But his response was cut short by the camera crew who wanted to start filming. As they began to shoot a couple of videos, the players were pleasantly surprised that Y/N was immensely talented. Not that they thought she wasn't, but they assumed her talents only extended to acting, and the fact that she knew three languages (English, Spanish and French) and was decent at football impressed them more. And god, did Gavi look like an idiot as he watched her speak Spanish.

He couldn't help it. Something about how his mother tongue sounded on her made him lose it. And when it came time to give the actress her personalised Barcelona jersey, he wondered what she would look like with his number and name on her back. By the end of filming, all the players could sigh relief as they could finally escape the love-drunk Gavi and run to safety.

And to be honest, Pablo did the same, with his tail in between his legs, dying from embarrassment because of how he acted in front of his crush. And as he wallowed in the sorrow of running his seemingly only chance with the girl of his dreams. He felt a rustle of something in his pocket. Dipping his hand in to see what it was, he was met with a small piece of paper. Pulling it out, he was met with a surprising note from the one and only Y/N L/N.

'Let's forget the clip and start from a blank slate. Call me xxx-xxx-xxx - Y/N <3

He was smiling like an idiot for the rest of the week, and everyone knew why.

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➛ DATING JUDE BELLINGHAM

𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ mention of being drunk, hints of smut ] 𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ requested by anon "dating jude bellingham please, just like the luca hcs! hope you’re doing well. Sending you all the love" thank you so much for this request I really want to write a full fic for jude but I kinda need to finish the 10+ other fic's I have planned first so until then hope this short headcanon can suffice ]

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the two of you met by accident. bumping into each other at a party. the two of you were drunk. and by the end of the night, you were both making out with each other and tangled in the sheets with skin on skin. the next morning you woke up naked and in each other's embrace. before you left, you placed a note on the side table.

'I had fun last night'

signing it off with a kiss of red lipstick that you hadn't removed. as much as you wanted to give him your number, you weren't looking for anything serious. but a couple hours later, a text from an unknown number changed all that

'missed you this morning' 'how the fuck did he get your number' 'and before you ask, you gave me your number last night. I'm not a stalker.'

after cracking a few jokes and exchanging a few pleasantries, the two felt. comfortable with each other. and over the next few weeks, talking became a regular occurrence. until one-day jude asked if you would be down to get coffee. it was an unspoken date. which you happily expected. as the two of you talked for hours about everything and anything. and by the end of the night, he bid you goodbye with a kiss. safe to say when he asked you to be his girlfriend, you couldn't say no. from the moment you said yes he treated you like a queen (not that he didn't before, but you know what I mean). matching outfits. necklace with his initials. lots of pda. calls you 'babe, angel, darling'. making out before and after matches. maybe some fun in the changing room. aesthetic instagram posts. travelling together. being the 'it couple of the football world. in every one of his matches, you are in the crowd. and he loves seeing you in his jersey. may or may not turn him on. defends you from psycho fans. while other fans say that they want you instead of jude. which makes him kinda jealous. but he can't blame them. everyone wants to be you or be with you

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➛ DATING KYLIAN MBAPPE

𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ none ] 𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ requested by anon "maybe dating achraf hakimi or kylian mbappe headcanon?? love your writing sm <33" part 2 of this request hope ya like it ]

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one word. expensive. that is the encapsulation of the relationship. kylian is rich, rich. and loves nothing more than to spend his money on you. even though you feel slightly guilty. though he tells you not to be as you his 'best babe'. and you deserve to be spoilt like royalty. calls you amour and darling. like nothing more than spending time with you

hugs, kisses and cuddles. the three essentials in your relationship. PDA. and a lot of it. making out in public. don't care if the paparazzi is there or nah. yall so in love. makin everyone jealous fr. def wants kid. but yall got forever. no need to rush. the couple of the century. the best friend to lovers that everyone wants

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➛ DATING CHO GUE SUNG

𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ slightly suggestive ] 𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ requested by anon "Cho gue sung or son heung min dating headcanons please?" I'm doing both since I felt like doing it, but your casual reminder to check if my requests are actually open before you send requests ]

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straight out the gate. possessive. let that be known. not in a crazy way but. if anyone trying anything with you. they better know how to fight. not to mention the whole south Korean national team literally adores you. the start of your relationship was very private. secret dates. and disguises whenever in public together. hat's, glasses, masks and all. but over time, the two of you started giving hints. teasing the possibility that you were both taken. and on a random day gue sung out of the blue full sent your relationship on insta

a mixed reaction. but you didn't care about the hate all that mattered was gue sung, and you. now that the two of you were public. very touchy-feely. constantly has his hands on you. intertwined fingers, hand on waist. you get the idea. 10/10 insta photo taker. take you shopping. just for you to do a little fashion show at home. may or may not turn into something else. the sweetest stories. making playlists that remind you of each other. matching outfits. dyeing your hair together. going to concerts. and screaming your heart out. being the fairy tale couple. that everyone is jealous of.

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LET ME MAKE IT CLEAR :: KYLIAN MBAPPE

𖥻 SUMMARY ー [ best to eradicate rumours -  in style ] 𖥻 PAIRING ー [ kylian mbappe x fem! rapper/singer! reader  ] 𖥻 GENRE ー [ fluff, suggestive content?, texting au ] 𖥻 WORD COUNT ー [ 1.2k ] 𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ making out, long distanstance?, rumors, mentions of twitter - let me know if I missed anything ] 𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ anon requested, "could you, please write a story about kylian mbappe and a rapper reader who is like nicki minaj pls" personally, I loved this request and it got me listening to a lot of nicki's music again, and this was actually inspired by one of the queens iconic verses - so hope you like it. also sorry for the lack of posting I have been having major writers block and lack of inspo, hopefully I should get a lot more works out in the next 2-3 week ]

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The rumours were part of the job. Part of the job description is being a celebrity, and in many ways, it could both help and hinder you - especially if you were a woman. On the one hand, it could boost your career; on another, it could sink it faster than the Titanic. Y/N L/N, an influential rapper and singer, knew all too well the impact of having baseless rumours thrown at you. Her name was attached to everyone and anyone (at some point or another) with no rhyme, reason or proof. So it made sense that she chose to ignore most of them and focus on herself and her private life.

Yes, her private life was why everyone speculated, as people wondered who had stolen her heart. The rapper had stated that she was in a relationship multiple times but refused to specify with who as she wished for the relationship to remain private. But you know, the internet, they can't keep their noses out of other people's business. So naturally, the witch hunt began, and Twitter went up in flames every other day, trying to figure out who had captured the up-and-coming star's heart. No name was off-limits.

In the beginning, Y/N found all the hilarious speculation amusing, laughing about it with her friends (who were said to be possible love interests), but after a while, it started to get on her nerves. People were relentlessly holding on to the topic like a dog with a chew toy, and after six months and a discussion with her lover, she finally decided to put the rumours to rest - in style.

"Are you sure?" the rapper's close friend and manager Monica asked for the nth time of the night as they stood backstage. "I'm positive Mon. I've talked with Ky about it, and he agreed," the couple agreed they were going to reveal their relationship on one of the most important dates of the music calendar, the 67th Grammy Awards. But in a far more creative way than most normally would. As they say, nothing conveys emotions better than music.

"Now, welcome to the stage for her first-ever grammy performance Y/N L/N!" stepping out on stage, the air was heavy with tension as the crowd of fans and other music alumni were eager to see the artist who had been nominated for 5 Grammys preform. The lights dimmed, and the backup dancers got into their positions as the backtrack began to play.

"I never fucked Giroud. I never fucked Neymar. On my life, man, Fuck's sake. If I did, I'd menage with 'em, And let's eat my ass like a cupcake. My man full, he just ate, I don't duck nobody, But tape. Oh, and yeah, and by the way, my man's name is Kylian Mbappé." The audience was shocked at the freestyle rap, and the camera panned to the faces of other celebs to get their shocked reaction. The most notable one was that of the queen bee herself Beyoncé as she nodded in approval and bopped to the beat, while another memorable response was that of one of her best friends, Doja Cat, as she was losing it with laughter.

The freestyle then segued into her Grammy-nominated song Woman, as the flawless choreography and unforgettable spotlight moments made it one of the night's best performances. It ended in thunderous applause and multiple viral moments. As she walked backstage after the successful performance, she wiped off the thin layer of sweat from her forehead. She opened her phone to find it crowded with thousands of notifications, but the only ones she was only interested in were those from the love of her life - Kylian Mbappe.

KY KY

people are already talking lol by the way great performance mon ange your ass looked great on the carpet give me a private concert later?

Y/N only if you can keep up mon roi

KY KY you know I love it when you speak french ma reine

Y/N what can I say I have a great teacher

KY KY you know I can teach you so much more than french

Y/N really? I doubt it babe

KY KY come back home and I'll prove you so wrong mon amour

Y/N baby you know I can't I have press and shit to deal with

KY KY ik ik but a man can dream can't he

Y/N have fun entertaining yourself my dear

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KY KY your gonna get it when you get back

Another thing you should know about being a celebrity because it makes you an awfully good liar. Now there was no sinister intent behind Y/N lying to Kylian. The rapper just wanted to surprise him, so as she pulled into the new PSG training centre, she kept a relatively low profile as the new owner of five Grammys did not want to attract any unwanted attention. Walking to the reception, she was greeted by one of the coaching assistants and a few cameras. She had let them in on her plan to surprise her boyfriend, and in return for their help, they would get a video for their youtube channel.

As they walked towards the outdoor training area where the first team where hard at work, sure, they all looked hot, but Kylian was miles more than the others. Hot and sweaty, looking like some sex god rather than a Ligue 1 player. The number seven played a round of Tika taka with Neymar, Messi, Ramos, Hakimi and Veratti. He was oblivious to what was happening as Y/N slowly crept up behind him - placing a finger over your lips to tell his teammates to keep quiet after they noticed your presents.

"So Kylian, how's everything with your girl" Neymar, the little pot stirrer he is, had to milk this situation for its worth so that he could have something to tease his teammate with later. "Great man, I mean, god, she's perfect. I know it's a bit early to say, but I can see myself marrying her." safe to say everyone's hearts melted at the French player as he gushed over his girlfriend. Tried to hide, Y/N embraced her boyfriend in a hug from behind. "I love you too, Ky."

Turning around in shock, safe to say, Mbappe's eyes were larger than a football as he spun his girl in the air before kissing her. "What are you doing here? I thought you had work." the football star asked with nothing but love and affection as he buried his head in the crook of her neck. "I missed you. And I wanted to surprise you. Also, I lied." the rapper said, giggling at the look on his face. "Why you, little" With that, Kylian threw her over his shoulder and ran off with her as she screamed in fear and begged to be put down. Kylian refused.

As everyone watched the reunited couple get lost in their world, they couldn't help but smile at how happy the two made each other. "They are gonna get married," Ramos said, taking a sip of his water. "And I will be Kylian's best man," Neymar said jokingly. "Hate to break it to you, brother, but as long as I live and breath, that position is not available", Hakimi chimed in bluntly.

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EYE CONTACT :: PHIL FODEN

𖥻 SUMMARY ー [ sometimes, a little eye contact is all you need to catch the feels ]  𖥻 PAIRING ー [ phil foden x fem! model! reader ]   𖥻 GENRE ー [ love at first sight, fluff, suggestive content ] 𖥻 WORD COUNT ー [ 0.4k ] 𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ mentions of sex, drugs, alcohol, partying - let me know if i missed anything ] 𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ requested by @liquorsmooth "please a fic where the reader and phil foden meet for the first time at a party of a few friends that they have in common, and where they automatically feel a really strong attraction to each other so they keep eye contact all the time (and then happens whatever you’d like to!)" thank you for the idea I really enjoyed writing for foden, and sorry that this is so short recently I have been falling into a creative slump and I need something short and sweet to pull me out of It, but hope you enjoy anyway ]

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The air smelt of drugs, alcohol and sex. Three things that everyone in that room was familiar with, even Y/N. Though some may have deemed it immoral and reckless, others would have blamed it on the lifestyle. But the enticing idea of free alcohol and an escape from your problems made A-lister party a go-to hub to forget life's woes. People that attended had the media on high alert ready to cover the next scandalous piece of news, but even that wouldn't stop them from drinking the night away. And here she was, sitting in a booth with all her friends at a high-end club with one purpose. To get as drunk as humanly possible and have a pile of regrets higher than Everest by morning.

Four drinks in the model felt like she could take on the world. She wasn't wasted. Yet. But she sure as hell wasn't sober, which was probably why she took such an interest in him: buzzed hair and shirtless - a diamond in the rough. Now if she were straight-headed, Y/N would have never even dreamed of hitting on someone wearing Adidas shorts to a club. But thankfully for the mystery man, she was slightly out of it and needed a quick fix.

Admiring him from afar was her favourite activity of the night, as she tried to unpick who he was based on the clues he gave. He was fit - a model? Maybe, Footballer? Possibly. He was standing with a group of friends and one of her mutuals Jack Grealish at a pool table on the other side of the room, laughing and drinking the night away with everyone else.

But regardless of who he was. God, he looked good, pool stick in hand and a beer in the other. Y/N wouldn't mind waking up to his pretty face every morning, but she wasn't here for love. Just like he probably wasn't, but a girl could dream, couldn't she? Though it was a bit soon to be talking about love, they hadn't even made eye contact yet. So who knows what their story will be, lovers or strangers? That's left for the universe to decide.

They could be the next love story, or they could be two ships that cross in the night and never meet again. But enough with the romantics, Y/N thought as she ordered another drink. Completely oblivious that the mystery boy on the other side of the room had his heart set on her long before she even knew of his existence, he was going to make sure that they would do a lot more than have prolonged eye contact.

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➛ BIG WIN

𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ none ] 𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ requested by anon "Im really bad at requesting shit, but maybe like headcannons with jude after winning a big game or smth" sure here ya go also this is a blub no a headcanon so sorry if it's not exactly what you wanted ]

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Highs and lows were guaranteed, but god did this high feel good as the crowd roared in enjoyment as Jude smashed the winning goal into the back of the net. After being piled on by his teammates, he stood facing the side his girlfriend sat in the stands as he blew a kiss in her direction. And all Y/N could do was smile like an idiot as she clapped and cheered with the fans.

As fans eventually began to file out of the arena, the girl sat patiently, waiting to join her boyfriend on the pitch. And when she finally stepped onto the pitch, her eyes immediately locked on her star boy, Jude. Running into his embrace, as she and her Dortmund play tumbled to the ground in a fit of giggles, they looked at each other with nothing but love in their eye. "You did great today."

"You mean it?"

"Every word"

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TOXIC ATTRACTION :: KYLIAN MABPPE

𖥻 SUMMARY ー [ a toxic kiss can be so hard to give u ]  𖥻 PAIRING ー [ kylain mabppe x fem! gf! actor! reader ]  𖥻 GENRE ー [ angst, fluff, suggestive content, smut? ] 𖥻 WORD COUNT ー [ 2.3k ] 𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ description of extremely toxic relationships, mention of codependency and addiction to unhealthy relationships, mentions of aggressive sex with hints of no aftercare, mentions of bites and bruises, unhealthy cycles, extreme manipulation, brief mention of an eating disorder, emotional and physical abuse, gaslighting, mentions of being trapped, insecurities, crying lots of fucking crying, excessive drinking, cheating - let me know if I missed anything ] 𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ requested by anon "I literally heart ur stories omg, if you can, would you make one about mbappe having an absolutely toxic ex gf and he’d usually go run back to her, but this time he has his new girl, and he’s not about to leave her for his ex, so he shuts her down idk" okay I never meant for this to line up with valentines but looks like the universe wants me to be a toxic little bitch so here you go some angst to feed your lovely dovey souls. READ THE WARNING...as there is a lot of really dark and triggering content - also, if you are in a relationship like this, I can say from personal experience it is not worth staying in it so plz leave for you own safety and health. Be safe and enjoy!! ]

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Toxic. That was one way to describe both Y/N and Kylian's previous relationships. They weren't the same, but they weren't that different either. Both were sick and twisted in nature with the sincere and tender love they had promised their partners quickly spoiling into a shackle that had them bonded by the neck - making it hard to breathe.

Kylian's chain came in the form of codependency. At one point, he could not see himself breathing without Monica. The dysfunctional dependency applied to both of them, as they took advantage of each other when they were most vulnerable - taking and taking from each other until they had nothing else to give. However, they took completely different things from each other, something that they thought no one else could give them.

Monica was addicted to attention, maintaining appearances and flashy events with all eyes on her. She was obsessed with being the belle of the ball and having her "perfect" love story - an ideal devotion. Monica could finally live out her deepest and darkest dreams and desires. Basking in the glory of dating a top athlete and having him by her side reminded the mere mortals that she had something they could never have. But his attention was never enough. It never was. And that was her downfall.

She treated Kylian like an article of clothing. Something that she could take on and off as she pleased. Only bothering with him when it suited her, not bothering to put on the facade unless a camera was rolling - painting herself as an angel unless she needed to be otherwise. She knew it was cruel, but she didn't care. She loved the power too much, wanting to hold on to it as long as possible. But her control was short-lived.

While Kylian, on the other hand, was addicted to physical affection. The sex. It was by no means "making love". It was aggressive, fast, and harsh, and it only ever happened when things went wrong if he didn't perform well in a match, got into an argument with a teammate, or the press slandered him once again. All his aggression and frustration turned into a bruise and bit marks on Monica's skin, he knew it was unhealthy, but he couldn't stop himself. When they broke up for the nth time, the moment anything went wrong, Mbappe felt the burning desire to run back to her.

And usually, he did, and she would be waiting for him with open arms (and legs). Ready to satisfy his violent urges while leaching what she needed from him - resting the vicious cycle of hatred and greed. It's not like he intended to be violent, but he had gotten so used to the pain he forgot what it felt like to have something soft and sincere in his heart that wasn't clouded by the need for physical intimacy. That was until he met Y/N L/N.

A broken record is what most would call her. The actor's relationship with Luca had been built on glass and sand. Transparent and fragile. They could see the problems. But they refused to fix them, and even the most gentle breezes would break the carefully constructed balance and leave an unfixable mess. Luca was a jealous man. He ripped out her wings, leaving her unable to escape from him. Luca kept her heart in his hands, handled it carelessly, and still expected her to stay. Not like he would give Y/N the option of leaving, and if she ever thought about it, he would instil fear to make her.

Luca saw her as an emotional punching bag breaking her down with his words. To build her back up and knock her down again. In his eyes, she was a chew toy to play with for entertainment. He loved the power she gave him, how his words meant so much to her, and how she tried desperately to perfect him and make him happy. But the only time he was ever happy was when she was in pain. He was sadistic because he thought he would never lose her. But he did.

Y/N was insecure. And Luca capitalised on that; his harsh words and verbal beat down left her self-esteem in tatters, and she was emotionally unable to cope. Starving herself became a regular occurrence, wearing revealing clothes so that she would be everything that he liked. The actor would never be enough, was all she thought. She didn't deserve Luca - she needed to earn him. She needed to be better. She needed to do better. Be everything he wanted and more. Y/N believed all the harsh words and unhealthy standers he made, taking them as if they were from the bible. In her eyes, he could do no wrong.

When he got angry, she tried to justify it in her head, blaming herself when, deep down, she knew that there was nothing she could do to fix it. Taking all the blame till the point of self-destruction, and when her soul had finally shattered like splints of glass, she drowned herself in alcohol in a small bar in Paris. The same bar where the universe decided that two broken souls would heal each other.

When the two met, they were still miserably taken and had no intention of spending their despair in the presence of others. But somehow, the two ended up talking, downing harsh spirits and spilling their woes and worries to a stranger. Ironically, they were both appalled about how the other allowed themselves to be treated that way, yet they refused to take their own advice. But alcohol made them reckless, and by some miracle made their way to a hotel for the night.

Nothing happened between them, even though the two slept in only their underwear. The two only silently cried in each other embrace as the moon and the stars watched. By morning Kylian was gone leaving nothing but a note with his number written on it. Over the following weeks, the two began exchanging texts for hours at a time, and they seemed happier, and their partners noticed - and did not like it. They slowly watched their iron grip slip from their captives as they found comfort in each other, and it all reached a boiling point one night.

It was late. And Kylian was doing anything but sleeping. Lying on his sofa as he stared blankly at the ceiling, he had a lot on his mind. Monica cheated - again. Neymar told him it would happen, Hakimi, Ramos and Messi too. But he didn't listen. Mbappe thought she would stay as long as the player gave her the spotlight. But he couldn't have been more wrong. He was a tool for her, so, of course, he would be used and discarded. It was in the girl's nature. So when he found Monica unceremoniously naked in their bed, with someone other than him, safe to say he was pissed.

Kicking them out while they were half naked, Monica's screams of protest and attempted explanation did nothing but bring him headache and heartburn. She had sent him text after text and called none stop, so he turned off his phone altogether. Now nothing was in between him and the suffocating silence as his thoughts gnawed away at his hyperalert sanity. It almost made him believe that the ring of the door was fake, that it was his mind's way of playing a nasty practical joke. To make him think that someone cared for him (even though they did) and leave him more disappointed than before and still just as alone.

But the repetition of said doorbell ringing made him open the door. To see someone in an equally sad state as him, Y/N had lost all shame as she stood outside Kylians apartment in a damp t-shirt and some tiny shorts. Her cheeks, stained with tears and mascara, she looked like shit, but that wasn't what caught Mbappe's attention. But more, the ugly yellow hues of bruises that were scattered across her arms and neck.

The two didn't say anything. I mean, what was there to say? It was clear that both of them were at their breaking point, so he just let the girl in without any questions. As Y/N slowly walked into the warm embrace of the apartment, she seated herself on the edge of the sofa - as if she was getting ready to run at any moment. "What happened?" Kylian knew what had happened. He just wanted her to say it out loud, to admit to him that there was a problem, that she needed help. His rage simmered to new heights when he heard "nothing" leave her mouth.

"Nothing", the player hissed as he stood in front of the actress, "that is not fucking nothing", gesturing to the dozens of bruises scattered across her skin as they now morphed into darker purple colour and looked equally as painful as a knife wound. "It was an accident…" that was a lie, they both knew. But the only difference this time is that neither of them believed it. "Was it, though?" the footballer asked as he sat beside her.

"No", Y/N quietly admitted. Her acknowledgement that she wasn't in the wrong lifted Kylian's spirits and gave him hope. She would leave Luca and find someone else who loved her the way she deserved to be loved, but he knew that she wasn't going to leave just because she knew it wasn't her fault (it never was), but the small step was still in the right direction.

Making her strip off her wet clothes and wear some of the old ones that were too small for him - wrapping the fragile girl in a soft blanket and making her a cup of hot chocolate. She was physically okay before he tried to pry information about the situation from her. "What happened" he finally asked the dreaded question, feeling as if the air in her lungs had been sucked out. Y/N struggled to reply.

"I forgot I had a kiss scene in top gun: mavrick. We-we were watching it, and he flipped, and Luca he-" the actress's whole body began to shake in fear as she recalled the incident, her body curling into the sofa as she felt tears once again streak down her face. Acting out of impulse, Kylian pulled the girl into his arms and held her as she wept away all her misery and pain. Rubbing soothing circles on her back and repeating 'it's okay' like it was a new mantra - but it wasn't okay, far from it.

"I don't want to do this anymore." Y/N cried, unsure if she was saying it to Kylian or the universe for putting her in this cruel situation. "You don't have to", the PSG player mumbled, trying to provide some comfort. "I know, but I don't think I can stop." the actress said, crying harder than before. "He's all I've ever known." before Kylian could answer, his landline phone began to ring again, but he didn't need to look to see who it was. It was Monica back for round two.

"Aren't you going to pick up?" she sniffled, looking at him with big teary eyes, "No" he quickly snapped, not wanting to argue on the phone with his ex while she was here. "Why not?" she questioned, curious as to what had happened to his sad excuse of a girlfriend. "we broke up." he said bluntly, "Oh, I'm so sorry…it was because of me, wasn't it." Mbappe didn't know if he wanted to respond to that question.

The truth was, yes. Kylian Mbappé Lottin did break up with Monica Del because of her. Y/N L/N made him realise that no amount of sexual pleasure she gave would ever soothe his raging fire. Not when she calmed his fire with her existence and found himself falling deeply in love with the wounded girl in his arms.

Taking his silence as a definite yes, Y/N spoke without thinking, "Guess Luca was right. I do ruin everything." Safe to say, Kylian was stunned. "Hey, hey, hey, don't fucking say that, angel. You know that's not true." she cried again. "Yes, it is Kylian, you know it is" as much as she didn't like Monica knowing that she was the reason they broke up somehow made her feel even worse than before.

"I was going to leave her anyway, baby" at this point, his white shirt was now partially sheer with her tears. "I know, but I still feel bad." the star tried to calm herself "Kylian, am I a bad person?"

"Listen, Y/N. I may not have known you for long or know all about your struggles. But from what I have seen, you are the kindest and most caring person in the world, even to people who don't deserve it. You are beautiful inside and out and perfect the way you are. And Luca is a bastard who missed out on the chance of a lifetime to love someone like you, and I wish you could see that too."

A single tear spilt from her eyes as if she hadn't cried enough. As Kylian gently wiped the droplet with the pad of his thumb, "I just feel so broken." no amount of kind words could deny that they both were. But they were trying to heal, and the universe had done a sort of service and put them together to help them realise that they needed change. In some ways, you could call them soulmates.

"I guess we are both broken tonight, broken together. But I guess that's just a side effect of toxic attraction." with that, two lips found each other in a kiss, but not the type they were used to. It wasn't harsh or aggressive, no. It was soft and gentle, just like love was supposed to be, as they held on to each other like they would fade away at any moment. They melted into each other's embrace, enjoying their other broken half. Forheads now pressed together, and with noses connecting, Kylian looked at the time - it was midnight. "Happy valentines day, mi amore."