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Double Secret|| Kylian Mbappe x Reader ft Bro! Trent Alexander-Arnold pt2

You opted not to seat in the family box for the match, wearing a Madrid shirt was already risky enough, you got there before the match, spoke to the other Frenchmen Tchoumeni and Camavinga before going to get something to eat.

"y/n?"

It came as a surprise from the English player. "you do know that we're playing Liverpool right?!". Jude exclaimed.

You look around. "And you couldn't have said that any louder".

He at least had the courtesy of looking sheepishly. The English player had been the only player at real to know about your double life, because it was just too difficult to hide it with him and Trent being the best of friends. You had to come clean in one of those instances where all three of you were together eating lunch.

"what are you going to do?" He asked trying to look around like someone who had just committed a crime and was looking for a safe place to hide the blood soaked knife, "is Kylian playing today too?".

"you should know better" you told him as he rubs his hands anxiously.

"look," you feel him, "you getting anxious is just going to make me get even more worried and anxious, I'm already sweating as it is".

"sorry" he said as you both took a seat in the cafeteria. "how about I make up and excuse and you run out?".

"that might work for Trent, but what about Kylian?" I tell him. "he's going to know get sus at me, and besides I feel like it's going to be okay with me seating in the crowd, I'll blend in and Trent might not even see me".

"that...might work" Jude nods.

You two chat for some time before he joins his squad back. You venture to seat down in the more crowded area, if luck was on your side then it would all work out perfectly.

**

Luck wasn't on your side.

In the 30th minute, Trent had just come in as a substitute and the whole crowd was chanting, there were all sorts of sayings, some calling him a traitor, others booing, some hailing him and whatnot, and then as soon as he turns around, he blows an air kiss your way and jogs to joins others.

A few people look up but since there were lots of people around, no one knew who exactly he was blowing to.

Kylian, thank goodness was occupied with talking to Jude (coincidence?) and did not notice the slight commotion he had caused.

A few minutes later, with an assist from Vazquez, Kylian had shot the ball into the net and did his classic celebration...in front of your stands. You jumped alongside other madrid fans at his goal, a good hat trick it was, only for Trent at that moment to do a double take and realise that the shirt you were in fact wearing was not..his but one of real madrid.

He stayed there stunned, while you had quietly stopped the celebration and was now avoiding eye contact. Virgil who was standing by the side shook his head in sympathy, in fact even Mo had a similar look, for he too knew what was up, at this point you were debating whether to just start digging a spot on the ground for yourself rather than wait for Trent to do it.

The game although only a friendly, got more bloody. Trent had now gotten more accelerated speed, sending faster and more accurate passes to Mo and the rest, it wasn't long Real Madrid was down three before halftime.

And it was all because of you.

**

Y/n got a message on her phone, it was Mo telling her to pick the call. She felt strange but did as he said, only to find herself face to face with Trent. She smiled sheepishly, "hey bro...".

"don't bro me" He rolled his eyes. "really? a real madrid shirt?"

You smile innocently. "Wait, aren't you supposed to be in briefing?"

"and whose fault is it that I'm not"

"fine, look I'm dating-" you know it's not ideal to tell him then, but you don't want your brother causing a scene just because of you.

"don't say it, it's Jude right?" He asks.

"no," you make a disgusted face. "he's alright but no, he's like a brother to me, why does everyone think- I'm dating another real Madrid player".

"and what did I tell you about footballers?"

"while it is true that many of them are known to cheat, there are still so many honest ones around and besides he's really serious about me" you emphasis on the word 'serious' and continue, "he cares about me, doesn't want me doing any of that WAG shit because he wants us to be real and have a private relationship, he's also really kind and makes me really happy".

Trent pauses searching for something in your eyes. "You're telling the truth".

"yes" you nod. "and I really love him"

"so relax ok?" You add.

"are you going to introduce him?"

"yes"

**

Real madrid ended up doing a comeback, so it was 3-3 a tie. You were happy with, because a sulky brother or boyfriend was the hardest to deal with, even as a friendly they were both focused.

You found Kylian in the locker room, he was excited to see you, running to hug you even surprising some other real stars who were unaware that he even had a girlfriend.

You smile back but obviously, he knew you well and he immediately clocked it taking you past everyone to another room.

"are you okay?" He questioned.

"you played a good game, those two goals that opened the game and then Vini scoring, it was perfect" you congratulate him.

"except we did not win, though it's just a friendly so" he shrugs, "used that to console myself". Then he pauses, "you're trying to evade a question".

"I hid something from you" you tell him, "something big and-"

He nods. "okay..."

"it's about Liverpool, and your soon to be teammate...Trent, he's my brother".

Kylian stays in shock, his expression was not upset, not angry but shock and you preferred him showing some form of displeasure rather than staying quiet.

"I didn't not want to tell you, at first it just didn't come up and then my brother he's like anti-dating a footballer, I was scared that he wouldn't accept you and me dating and then in relation my parents" you continue without stopping, "I really really like you, love you, and just the thought of us separating- I'd rather be single forever".

"and then the thing about living a double life, is that it gets old really quick, Trent suddenly announced he's coming to Real, I started bumping into him even while he's still at Liverpool, and other Liverpool players as well, running, hiding, I've even started losing hair cause of it, and at the end even Trent didn't take it as badly as I thought".

You look up at Kylian only to see him covering his mouth, you were readying yourself for him to start scolding you or worse the words 'i think we should break..' only for him to start laughing.

"what?" You look at him like he just grew two heads, he pulled you into a hug.

"I should be upset, I wanted to, because it was wrong you didn't tell me at first, but I think you have suffered enough" He comments, "All these running around, cause I know you hate exercising very much".

You nod. "Very very".

"Plus even though you held a secret, it was because you meant well, you loved me " he said triumphantly. "so, I will let it go".

"I'm sorry" You apologized.

"it's alright" He said giving you a kiss on your forehead.

"you still have to meet my brother and convince him that you truly like me" you add, "like, really, really, like me".

"I don't see how that would be hard" he smirks before you turn around and give him a kiss.

THE END

Ur story with trent and mbappe so sooooooooo good I can't wait for pt2

Currently writing pt2, the first was written in a haze so taking my time with this one. Thanks for the compliment 🤩 glad you liked it

double secret || Reader x Kylian Mbappe ft Bro! Trent Alexander-Arnold pt1

Summary;

Trent is Reader's brother, she's been dating Kylian for some time and they've been hiding their relationship, so when Trent comes over to Madrid, it becomes harder to keep their secret. And Oh, she hasn't yet told Kylian that Trent is her brother. Chaos ensues.

"why do you want to come here though?" Y/n asks Trent over the video call. "the weather in Liverpool is so nice, all your friends are there, our parents too...".

Trent raised an eyebrow. "But you're over there in Madrid, and you haven't come home in six months, I want to see what's keeping my lil sister there".

Y/n chuckles awkwardly. The 'reason' currently entering her bedroom now, freshly bathed and changed after a successful game where he scored three goals, smiling at her as he goes to grab his phone from the charging point.

"work, friends," She smiles. "Uh- can I call you back?"

Instead Trent continues, you are so glad that you're wearing earbuds now if not Kylian might have heard his voice and somehow recognized him - which is reaching because they didn't even know each other, well beyond the field. But you were still paranoid.

"you see that's the problem" Trent puts emphasis on PROBLEM, "this, I'm talking to you and you're always so desperate to end each call, can a brother not want to talk to his sister?".

Kylian walks up to you and places his head on your lap, taking comfort to close his eyes and rest. You smile at his cuteness, so anxious to end the call. "No, I think you're reaching, today I'm just tired that's all".

"Alright, I'm not believing that story but I'll let you rest" Trent said with a wink before switching off.

You breathe a sigh of relief.

"who was that?" Kylian asked, making eye contact with you. "the call seemed long".

How were you supposed to tell your brother that his son to be teammate was your brother? At the beginning, you did not mean to keep it a secret from him, the subject never coming on but as time went on, and with Trent move to real, you were worried that Kylian would think the worse of you.

That you were only willing to be honest now because you had no other choice.

"it was nobody" you lied. "want me to give your leg a massage?".

"yeah?"

"it's the least I can do for not giving my baby any attention after such a tough match" you said and Kylian seemed to relax and let you do your thing.

But deep inside the Frenchman did not feel like you were completely honest with him, although he decided not to force you, he believed you'd naturally tell him yourself.

**

Your next encounter with Trent was in Madrid, in the middle of a birthday party! You were not ready to have your two worlds collide just yet, so it shocked you to see him here. You hoped he couldn't spot you.

You were seated with real Madrid players, at their table, courtesy of Kylian who in quote wanted you 'as close as possible' what seemed like a heart warming gesture, now turned to a narrow situation.

'but he has no reason to come here, right?'

'yeah, it should be fine'

All different kinds of thoughts clouded your mind, so it was a surprise when instead of Trent, it was Virgil who appeared in front of you. "Hi Y/n, what are you doing here?".

Y/n freezes but laughs it off. "I have this friend, who's friends with the celebrant".

He laughs, causing you to also laugh even harder. You downed your drink knowing it was going to be a long night. "The boys and I are sitting there, though" he points at the opposite direction. "Wanna join us?".

That's when Kylian suddenly turns around. "I'm sure she's fine here, mate" placing a hand on her waist.

Kylian wasn't even British but he somehow managed to articulate the accents very well. You were not sure weather to be impressed or dig a grave for yourself, you watch as Virgil looks between you two, an understanding showing on his face, you stare worried at Trent, he follows your gaze and gives you a look of assurance.

"i was just asking," Virgil carries both hands up in surrender. "no hard feelings, bro" he says as he retreats back to the Liverpool table, you don't miss the wink that he gives you though.

Kylian rolls his eyes. "You know Virgil is in a lovely relationship" you scold him. "He wouldn't-".

"he might not want for himself but for his 'mates' " Kylian says in air quotes. You smile at him. "no way am I leaving your side tonight" you frown once again, ain't no way Trent won't catch on if he's by your side 24/7.

You love your brother but Trent would not understand you dating a footballer, he warned you of them, said they cheated on their partners, that you would not like the lifestyle, extravagant parties and public attention.

For the most years, you had tried to listen to him. But as soon as you met Kylian on a trip to France, everything changed, all sense left you. You only wanted him, and for a time you were successful keeping him from your family and friends when he was in ligue 1 but ever since his transition to La Liga a more global stage, its gotten much harder to do so.

Kylian was pulled away from you to give a speech to the celebrant, you happily tried to skip away hoping to find a hiding spot away from your brother. "Hey y/n".

Dominik catches up to you. "I almost mistook you for someone else, sitting there". at real table.

You allow him to hug you and give a nervous chuckle as you spot Kylian looking your way. "But I figured you were with Jude right? Trent and him are close so the both of you are-".

"not dating" you complete his sentence. "I'm with Kylian actually...like dating".

I felt good to tell that to your friend group, you had become close with them because of Trent and they were all like a second family to you. You saw him looking like you just told him you were going to change career and become a boxer, with your first match slated tomorrow, no thanks you were happy with your role as a social worker, thank you.

"Like THE Kylian Mbappe?"

"yeah..but Trent doesn't know".

"Trent doesn't know what?" Your brother says surprising both of you as you jump out of shock. As usual as he does, Trent hugs you for more than an appropriate number of time and makes sure to mess up your hair when he's done.

"erm, what are you doing here?"

"y/n is with me" Dominik declares pulling you to himself, "we uh- wanted to- surprise you".

Trent looks between you too with a smile. "How did you know i was missing her?" You sigh a breath of relief which turns to worry as you see Mbappe approaching your way. Dominik gradually redraws his hands when he finally stops in front of the trio.

"hey bro" Trent says shaking Mbappe, he returns his handshake but his eyes are on you, where Dominik last touched you. "hi" Kylian responds.

There's a moment of silence, a bit of awkwardness before Luka Modric suddenly appears asking for who's car alarm is ringing in the parking lot. "Describe it" Trent request. "That sounds very much like mine, wait here" he says to no one as he sprints away, Luka behind him.

Dominik does a nervous laugh because now that Trent is gone, no one can stop Mbappe from giving him death glares. "Er-" You said intertwining your hands with Kylian, "it was nice catching up with you".

"You as well" He doesn't wait to be asked before he scurries off.

"babe" you say pulling his face to you. "he's gone".

"and honestly?" You tell him. "I'm feeling kind of weak" his angry face morphs to concern.

He holds you with more care. "Want us to leave?".

You nod. "Alright, lets go" he says whispering to Vini to greet everyone goodbye on his behalf as you make your way for the exit.

**

In the car, you notice Kylian still in a mode.

"You knew Dominik?"

You freeze. "Yeah, we knew each other"

Y/n felt guilty, she knew if it were anyone else they would start digging deeper asking questions but Kylian was respectful, and plus he'd never think she betrayed him with another man. This just made it easier to keep this secret from him. It made her feel like she was takimg advantage of his nature.

"Babe," He says seriously. "Dont you think those Liverpool players are getting a little too comfy with you?"

"but I'm yours"

"I know that" He tells her, "don't you think it's time everyone else is let in?".

"We wanted private" You reminded him.

"And i still do, but not completely hidden, sure we want privacy but you should be able to at least come to my matches out in the open, and I should be able to support your career too" He replied.

"You already support my career" You tell him. And he did, with annual donations to the NGO you worked at part time, with this in thought, you realized you were the one not in full support as you had never truly watched any of his matched in the stadium. "What do you have in mind?".

"Real Madrid is playing a friendlies with Liverpool, I want you in the audience wearing my shirt".

'JUST END ME NOW' she thought.

***

PART TWO

meet the family || Trent Alexander-Arnold x reader

Summary:

Reader and Trent have been dating for a while, her dad is a fan of Liverpool, her brother is an arsenal fan and her father does not generally take the news of them dating in a good light because of rumours of him leaving, chaos ensues. Reader is a social media creator for Formula 1!

Pictures credited to their rightful owners on pinterest.

Reader had been dating Trent for up to six months. They had made a joint agreement not to air their relationship, she did not want to be known for being his girlfriend and he just wanted to date in peace, with only their close friends like Mo or Robbo knowing.

That's why it was a huge step for them to bring their parents into it.

His parents and family at large were very accepting of you. They immediately brought you into their herd and treated you like you had always been one of them.

You had expected that your family being Liverpool fans, would be more excited to receive Trent. Oh, were you so wrong.

It did not help that Trent had nerves and his worry. You even saw the flower garden he had brought at the back of the car while you were driving yourselves there.

"what's up with the flowers?" You questioned trying to bring his mind out from the gutters. "you thinking of starting a flower business?".

He raised an eyebrow. "relax, it was just two I ordered, one for your dad, and your mom".

You took a look at the backseat. "more like twenty".

Trent also turns around, "shit," he exclaimed, "why didn't you tell me?".

You laughed. "I am telling you" then you use your hand to drag his face to face you, "calm down, my fam isn't going to eat it".

"you don't know that". He tells you.

"I like you a lot" you tell him. "even if they don't, I'd still date you, so calm down, not that they won't, but you don't have to be nervous like this".

He takes some time before he replied. "You might still like me. But I'm not made for forbidden relationships, because I can't marry you if I don't take your dad's permission, it's the rule you know?".

Y/n rolls her eyes as they park at her doorstep, Trent ends up taking three flowers, when the door opened, your dad rushed to hug you, while your mother hugged him, she handed him the flower, your younger brother who was ten years collected the next one, and your dad just stared at the flower.

Y/n collected the flower and forced him to hold it. "Dad" She said in a warning tone.

They all move to the dining room. Your mother is more brighter than everyone else, "I know you must be tired" she smiles, "your dad and I prepared some refreshments".

Y/n looks at Trent, his hands were shaking under the table. She grabs it and looks at him as of trying to calm him down.

He looks at her smiling.

Though, they both knew it to be fake.

Her father on the other hand was staring at him like he had abandoned a cat in a dark alley. And he didn't even like cats.

"they look so delicious" Trent said looking at the eye watering meal.

Her mother's eyes sparkled. "Y/n told us basically nothing about you, not until well yesterday. She just dropped the bombshell on us all, I didn't have time to make something more grand, glad you like it".

Her brother fidgeted in his seat. "I honestly thought it was Saka or Saliba, but she mentioned Liverpool".

For the first time Trent looked relax. "What's wrong with Liverpool?". He smirks.

"that's what I'd like to know" your father added.

Yet again, Trent looked serious, Y/n gives her dad another warning look.

"I'm an arsenal fan" your brother suddenly asked.

"I could tell" Trent smiled, it looked more genuine than his previous ones.

" what gave me away?"

Trent laughed in a 'are you serious way?' but he indulged in him. "You are literally dressed head to toe in arsenal kit, that's a way of knowing someone's a fan, innit?".

Your brother shrugged. "Oh," he paused, looking sad. "Guess I'd never get that Declan Rice autograph I really wanted".

"I do play with him in national team" Trent said looking serious, but it was all pretend, you could tell as he pursed his lip trying very difficult not to laugh. "And I am a footballer, after all, I could pull some strings there...".

The conversation continued until your mother brought a refill of the orange juice.

"so, where did you meet?" She asked curiously.

"well, your daughter is working for Formula 1 media and I was going to watch a race and my favourite is Max Verstappen, so I was talking to him and she was trying to film content at the same time" He narrates using hand gestures, something he did when he was really into what he was trying to past across. "She got mad at me that she wanted to do her work and I kept disturbing her, and to apologize I offered to pay for her lunch".

"during the lunch, she started brawling her eyes and crying".

Y/n father asked. "Why? Want did you do?".

"Nothing," Trent sat up straight.

Your mother gives your dad a look which causes him to be more laid back. "Continue on with your story, dear".

"Turns out it was her birthday, none of her friends were at Spain at the time, due to it being a race weekend and all, and so far from home and she needed a friend to speak to" He shrugged. "I comforted her and ever since then we were communicating, texting and the lot".

"so you took advantage of my lonely daughter?" Your dad questioned.

"whenever he had an away match and it clicked with my race days, I'd go see him and sometimes he would go see me" She smiled. Her hold on his hands tightened, "he also introduced me to his friends, it was wholesome really and it didn't take long to start dating".

"your daughter was lonely" she tells her dad, "and Trent who you seem so hell on picking on filled that gap, not only did he do that, but he made sure she had a support system around her which is really important for me because of all the travelling, I can't keep friends for long but he changed my life literally, and he actually does like me".

"it's true" He admits. "I do love your daughter, very much".

You smile at his cheeky love confession.

"now, please tell me the reason you are acting out is not because Trent might be leaving to real madrid" She asks. "Tell me your care about your daughter more than a football club".

"what?" Trent asked startled.

Your dad becomes very quiet. "I will admit, I really love Liverpool and was upset that one of my current favourite players might be leaving" he says quietly. "But I should not have let it influence my personal thoughts on Trent".

Everyone holds their breath. "He also does not seem like such a bad guy, his eyes twinkle when he speaks of you, and he's incredibly charming, he has your mom refilling his cup and cooking all these dishes that she never cooks for me anymore, I guess I should be upset about that instead".

The table abrupts laughing.

"what I'm trying to say is that even though you were a racer, banker, astronaut, as long as you make my daughter happy, I would welcome you with open arms" He said placing a hand on Trent's shoulder. "Which I should have done actively from the beginning instead of sulking, but here goes, you are of course accepted here anyone that my daughter loves is".

"thank you" Trent says smiling.

You stare at your family. And you didn't know if you should cry or smile, it was truly perfect, sure with a rocky start but in the end events following, Trent had become closer to your dad than you even, all they did was talk about football with him whenever you brought him home, and your brother started watching Liverpool only to pick Virgil as his favourite. Your mother continued to dote on your boyfriend, you truly couldn't be happier.

The End.

affections || William Saliba x Reader

The internet is convinced that William Saliba and reader are in a hostile relationship, with no feelings attached. Y/n goes through their comments and sees that those moments, where they think you two were being hostile were actually loveable moments.

William Saliba x black reader!

Y/n did not know why people thought William and her were in a hostile relationship. The comments from his fans on her Facebook, yeah, call her old school but she still loved to use the app because it let her the ability to interact with post from only persons she knew, unlike insta and the rest where she saw lots of influencers, ads etc that seemed to have various opinions on them.

'he always looks away from her when they are in public'

Under this comment was a link leading her to a clip of her and William at a charity event, they were sat side by side, she was digging into the refreshments when she noticed his eyes on her. They gaze met, with him immediately looking sideways.

"Babe," She smirked. "Did you see something that you like?".

"It's just," He licks his lips. "You look pretty in that dress".

"Thanks" She said as she saw his face heat up, through put that night he did not make eye contact with her because everytime he did, his whole body and face seemed to turn a shade of pink. She watched him at every chance, smiling at herself.

Unto the next comment,

'i legit saw a picture of him eating spoiled noodles, like does she even cook'

Another link to get another picture to explain this fans theory. A picture stands of them together, him eating a bowl of slightly discoloured noodles, which took her back to memory lane. It was a Monday and he had just come to to training, and she had sat by the kitchen door on the floor looking deflated.

"Darling" He said placing a kiss on her forehead. "Thought we spoke about you sitting on the ground".

"I- Yeah you told me that the cold ground is not good for me" She said and he waited. "And? Let's get up, and I will warm up something for you".

Panic set in as she held him back. "No, that's not needed" William raised an eyebrow. "Fine, I tried to make something for you but it turned out-".

He helped her up and took her to the kitchen, opening the pot. At first he stood stunned, "I told you, you didn't have to cook or enter the kitchen, all those gender stereotypes are forgotten in the past, next time let me cook something instead".

"I know, but I was just trying to be useful" She said staring down.

When she looked up, he had been quietly eating the noodles, his face as straight as a pole, but when they eyes met, that moment he smiled at her. "Do you want food poison? Put it down" she warned.

"And let your efforts waste?" He smiled. "Its not only food that's here, your love is cooked in here too, how can I waste it?".

That was where the infamous picture came from. Her eyes captured other comments, but she simply scrolled through till she saw one that caught her eye.

'she looks loose, like why she is standing near Saka like that? does she want him too?'

Y/n scoffed. Her and B were close friends, and she had no feelings other than friendship with the star boy, that picture of them hugging was actually from William birthday. They had joined together to play a game against Declan's and William team, the odds were against them as Declan seemed to be doing good at everything.

Until B and Y/n changed their plan, and started exchanging answers or hints through looks or sounds. he Martin had brought a chess board and they were playing it then, so Y/n would take tap the table twice to signal when he should move right or left, and he would clear his throat if he felt it was the wrong move.

They ended up winning (of course) and while she was huddled, celebrating she saw William taking a picture of both of them. Declan shook his head fondly like 'do they think we don't know?' and William stared lovingly at her, "they might be a bit clueless but at least she's happy".

"What are you looking at?" Present day William asked while holding her from behind.

"Your fans comment"

"Even I don't read that, it's not healthy" William stilled. "They will either love you or hate you all in the speed of light, public opinion does not last, no matter what they say it's better not to get annoyed".

She smiled turning to face him. "I know that," then she paused, cupping his face. "I was just curious".

He took that opportunity to lay kisses on her lips. "What are they saying?".

Y/n paused. "All interesting assumptions..." She said swaying from place to place as he lifted her up to kiss her even harder. "Nothing like our reality is though".

"you know I love you" He said whispering into her ears, "now so you want to hear how much or do you want to keep reading online junk?".

"now, how much do you love me?"

"infinity, it can only be infinity".

THE END

jealous girlfriend || Lewis Hamilton ft Charles Leclerc

Y/n is concerned with the amount of time Lewis, her boyfriend spends with Charles.

Y/n had been dating Lewis for over a year, and had been going to the padlock races when he was still driving for Mercedes. When he told her of his change to Ferrari, she was very happy for him.

But she did not expect that Lewis and Charles would become close in the first few weeks of being teammates, sure they still had a rivalry to maintain on track but outside was another story.

Once, when they were ready to sleep, Y/n had closed the doors and locked up, helping to tidy the room when she noticed he was engrossed in his phone thinking it was work related. But not, turns out he was playing a game with the other Ferrari driver.

"Are you serious right now?" Y/n asked as the lights from the phone threatened to disrupt her sleep. "I have an early morning meeting tomorrow".

"Sorry, just let me play one more round" Lewis pleaded absentmindedly petting her hair.

She groaned and tried to sleep only to get woken up by a *ting* sound. She looked up only to see Lewis had opened a sketchy looking app, on upon closer look he was using the app to cheat on their chess match.

Y/n pulls out her phone and sends a silent text to Charles, pretending to go back to sleep.

"how did he know?" Lewis asked nobody but himself as he had assumed she has slept. "these apps don't predict the opponents next moves after all..".

Another time, she and Lewis dressed up to go on a bowling date. During her shifts in the hospital, and his busy F1 routine she had really been looking forward to spending quality time together.

Guess how surprised she was that Lewis did not want to start playing until 'he arrived' him being Charles. "Sorry, there was traffic" and that was how sour their outing had turned, well for her. Charles had also brought his girlfriend but she and Y/n were not closed, both forced to cheer on as their boyfriends challenged each other.

"did you see that?!" Lewis exclaimed, jumping excitedly, "winning on an aggregate of 12-6".

Y/n did not in fact see anything. "Yeah, that's great".

Lewis flashes her a smile, not the one for the press but the one for those close to him. Unfiltered, unhidden, unafraid of perception of the public.

In the car later, Lewis gripped her hand while he steered the wheel. "I'm sorry" he says sheepishly. "for not being the best boyfriend since..well this year".

"i get so caught up with friends that I forget or eat into the time for my girlfriend and I".

Y/n leans on Lewis. "I understand you" He perks up. "This change is not just to me, its affecting you too. In Mercedes you were number one, you knew everyone, and had connections but here in Ferrari you don't know many and well, Charles is willing to show you around".

Lewis gapes at her. She smiles, "You need him. To have a contact here".

"I could not have described it better" He said leaning in to kiss her.

The End.

unexpected love || jamal musiala x reader ft friends micheal olise

Summary:

Reader is friends with Micheal Olise who is best friends with Jamal Musiala. Jamal gets on the wrong foot of y/n and they start to argue, until one day when she is in trouble with others he defends her. That's when they discover their feelings for each other.

Disclaimer: I don't own the image, I got it from Pinterest.

Micheal and Y/n were the best of friends. She was one of his closest friends, one that he let into his guided circle that only a few family members and teammates were allowed into. They had similar personalities, both often being quiet and hating social media and small talk, preferring to go straight to the point.

It was far better than people pleasers that he often encountered in his career, y/n had gradually become a safe space where he could air his ideas without the feeling that his every word would be posted or overanalyzed. She also found a good listener and a loyal friend in him.

"Are you going to come with me?" That's why she was not surprised he invited her to team event.

"What about Lamine Jamal?" Y/n raised an eyebrow.

He adjusted the way he laid on her bed, "First of," He raised a hand. "Lamine Yamal, that's a completely different footballers. The person you want to ask is Jamal musiala, he's a player so can't bring him".

"I don't know" Y/n shakes her head. "I have a fashion show this week, the models still have to try on the dresses to make sure everything is perfect. I have to check on the set and see it's fine. Also, t is not really my scene is it?".

"Neither is mine" Micheal makes a pout. "But could you really see your best friend suffering alone in the wild with no one to talk to or have at a date?" He has watery eyes.

"You are a menace" Y/n tells him as she chuckles. "If only your Bayern or national team saw you now". She says as she arranged a new rack of clothes, "Fine I'll go."

**

Micheal had picked her up and taken her to the restaurant the team event was going to be held. It was a quiet and nice place, no cameras, paparazzi or press taking photos, she noticed already that he had already released a sigh of relief.

"Hey" he turns to her. "I think I left my phone in the car". His expression is that of a startled cat, she laughs and nods, telling him she'd be fine and that he could go ahead and get it.

It takes her only two seconds of surveying the area before she finds him looking at her, Jamal Musiala. Y/n thinks she gets his name right this time, and after watching several of their interviews together before now she could recognise him from miles away.

"what are you doing here?" Jamal says as soon as he is close enough to get.

"attending the event" she tells him in all seriousness. "aren't you?".

"yeah," then takes a look at her. "but this is meant for teammates, no press".

Musiala is already looking around. "You're going to get into loads of trouble if someone sees you" he points at the bathroom, "If you go in through there, there's an exit which you can sneak out through".

While he's speaking another figure appears beside him. "Bambi?" Then looks over at Y/n. "Who is this?".

Musiala looks panicked that Y/m has to bite the insides of her cheek not to laugh. "My date, phonzy".

You smile at him. "If she's your date, then what about me?" Michael asks as he appears by her side.

"both of you have the same date?" Phonzy asked confused.

He quickly gets distracted by someone else and ventures into the crowd.

"why didn't you say anything?" Jamal now looks upset. "I was ready to have your back but you made me look...foolish".

Y/n did not take it seriously, laughing. "Sorry but you looked so anxious I didn't know whether to cut you off or say nothing".

"Jamal, this is my friend Y/n" Micheal introduced. "I see you both have met, my two besties in one place".

Jamal shrugs. "I guess" before docking to meet the others.

Micheal and y/n take their seats, beside Jamal who keeps sneaking looks at Y/n all night for some reason. At one point, their eyes meet for a prolonged period of time that a joke made by Muller escaped their years, they were that engrossed.

By the time it was time to go, Harry had decided to drop them home. Michael, Y/n and Jamal had occupied the back seats while Kimmich and th rest were at front.

"where are you going to?" Jamal suddenly asked Olise.

"y/n house" Olise says casually which makes him have a double take.

"is there a problem?" Y/n raised an eyebrow noticing his looks.

"never said it was" musiala says. "now your reaching".

"you did not have to say what you thought, your face spoke for you" y/n insist. "it was a mix of something between shock and something else I can't put my hand on, why don't you think he could like me that way?".

Jamal laughs, though his face reddens deeper. "Now, why would I think he could- he doesn't- you two are just friends".

"but we're both very attractive people" she says, "it could happen".

"yeah, you are attractive but he doesn't see you that way". He argues.

Y/n tries not to let her heart flutter at the thought that Jamal saw her attractive, she and Micheal got home safely. But before then she'd already fought on 12 more topics that were completely unrelated with Jamal, it was funny because the other members in the car kept trying to tear them apart with each refusing to be defeated.

She was making her daily evening tea, when suddenly there were eyes on her. "What?".

"Jamal musiala" Micheal says with no further addition.

She turns around to see him staring into her soul deeply. "If this was a horror show, I'd already be out that door" she said while faking chills. "Your look is intense".

"you only ever used to bicker with me when we first met" he tells her. "in my knowledge of you, you wouldn't normally talk to anyone unless you were comfortable with them".

"so?" Y/n asked.

"you've fought or flirted with Jamal since you met him and this is only one day".

She stopped. "I- yes, but that's only because he was being annoying and everything, and besides aren't you supposed to be sleeping by now? with you having training and all?".

He nodded and was going to the guest bedroom when suddenly he froze. "You'd tell me if you had feelings for him right?".

She gulped. "Yes, but not sure if it'll ever get to that".

**

The next time they met, was when she went to the stadium to watch a Bayern match. She opted not to stay at the family area, not wanting to bring attention to herself. The match was against a visibly week team, so she was sure they'd win.

And they did.

The first goal was in the 15th minute by Harry Kane and assisted by Kimmich, the next was at the 22nd minute assisted by Olise to Jamal, then finally at the 35th minute Micheal finally scored. The first half of the game was fairly easy as the team was left with defending those goals, which they did with Jamal even netting his second goal of the night, loud screams throughout the stadium as the fans excitedly chanted.

Michael went to her and handed his shirt. "Hold it, I'll be right back" He said as y/n held onto the shirt. Y/n felt a piercing gaze at her back only to turn and find Jamal staring at Olise shirt with a strange look, while he was holding he's out.

Jamal made eye contact with her and then at the shirt she was holding in her hand, both sceptical looks. She rolled her eyes and extended her hand, they both looked at each other in shock and even greater shock when he dropped the shirt in her hands and turned to work away.

'Had he meant to give me his shirt?' She asked herself, still uncertain if it was only because she stretched her hands out.

**

One time after training, Micheal and her were eating out at a restaurant which was strange for them because they'd always prefer eating in doors and away from crowds but they were just too hungry to go home. That'd when Jamal saw them.

"Hey" He shook hands with Michael and then turned to Y/n and stood there stunned, she also did not know whether to bring her hand out or not, so they just nodded at each other.

"You too are very close huh?" Jamal said while taking his seat. "Having lunch together, exchanging shirts, watching matches and being each others dates...".

That's when Y/n became aware she was wearing Micheal's shirt. "Oh, these" She waved. "He borrows my jackets all the time too, it's something we friends do".

"not all friends" He said while picking her fries to eat. "would you wear my shirt?".

"no, why would I?" Y/n says still eyeing the fries that he was stealing from her, she squats his hands away. "and neither would I steal your fries".

Jamal smiles, bringing his hands back to fries. "Not even a little?" He said taking three in his hands and shoving it down his throat, Y/n rolls her eyes at him but shifts her plate closer so he could have access.

"are you two flirting right now?" Micheal asked which startled them both.

"bro" Jamal even said with a fake offensive tone. "you can't sneak in on me like that".

Micheal puts his hand on his heart. "This is my lunch which you snuck into, it's actually you who is at fault" he says snapping his hand from where he's now trying to steal his own drink. "why don't you just order?".

Y/n laughs. "You two are so childish".

Jamal looks stunned. "So you do laugh" he says. "I thought your only expression was that thing you do" he makes the worse upset/angry looking face, which makes Y/n laughs the more.

"I have a testing b*tch face" She tells him, while laughing. "I don't look like that, also it's not like me to let people in easily so I might look guarded at times".

Jamal stops to access her. "Oh...".

**

This time when Y/n met Jamal, they were alone. Micheal was actually supposed to join them but he cancelled last minute, and so they were left alone to pick out an outfit that she would wear for an upcoming dinner party to celebrate the opening of one of her friends new store.

To her surprise, Jamal did not look upset that they would be spending more time together or that he would have to help her, only a bit nervous. But she did not know why that might be the case.

The first dress she saw was a red gown, that flowed to the ground. She shook her head, she didn't like having to carry anything when she should be having fun. The second dress was slightly shorter but they didn't have it in blue, so she refused.

"I don't get it" Jamal groaned. "It's just a dress or no? Pick anyone,don't you design clothes? Choose one from your collection.".

Y/n startled. "You know about...that?".

Which in turn makes him startle. "Yeah, who doesn't?" He says as he avoids eye contact. "But my points still stands".

"Not many people, the other players at Bayern didn't" Y/n raises an eyebrow. "Micheal didn't when we first met, and it's not like I'm that well known so the only way you'd know is if you googled me".

He looks at the ground, the ceiling , everywhere she was not, which made her laugh. "You look like a kid caught stealing candy, so much guilt. I'm not accusing you of anything just making conversation".

"I don't look like that" Jamal defended.

"you must definitely do" She insisted.

The rest of the afternoon was filled with Y/n teasing him, dress shopping long forgotten as watching Jamal be in misery or his cheeks becoming pink, was now the order of the day. Only when it was getting late did they go to the cashier.

"I don't want to wear something from my brand because I don't want to look prideful or too into myself" She tells him. "I just want to celebrate my friend and let her have her moment".

He nods in understanding. Y/n finally picks a short white dress with ribbons on the front, and a cute heart at the back.

After that day, their bickering was more profound. But it wasn't out of anger, just a friendly one, he also collected her number and they exchanged pictures of their day and would even talk to each other when Michael was calling him. They were in a comfortable start of their friendship.

When Micheal had brought her as a plus one again, Jamal had offered she'd seat with him while he went to talk to the others. She accepted when a random guy she hadn't seen before, and she was sure it wasn't a footballer, suddenly appeared in front of her and started conversation.

"want to go out for a while?" He suddenly asked despite not hearing a word from her since he sat there. She had just been nodding, and keeping to herself while monitoring when Micheal would be back.

"no thank you" She pushed him aside.

"promise it would be fun" He tells her, grabbing hold of her hand.

"the lady said no" A familiar voice came to her side. Jamal, she confirmed when she looked up. "let her go".

"what are you, her boyfriend?" the man insisted refusing to let go.

"yeah, so what if I am?" He stated. "And I'm about to become a very very angry one if you don't let her hand go".

The man contemplated his situation, then slowly let her hand go, it already had red marks on it, and when Jamal saw it he tried to jump on said man only for Y/n to hold him back, this further made the man to run quicker and out of the place.

"thanks" She said.

"How's your hand?" He said grabbing it and rubbing over the red mark. It was the first time they had held hands, Y/n could not stop her heart from fluttering at the sudden contact of their skin.

"your heart..its beating fast" Jamal said making eye contact with her, her eyes went to her pulse and back to him, then she immediately took her hands away like she was being burnt and rushed outside.

She didn't know what she was even running from. Maybe she needed air, or maybe it was getting hlt inside. All she knew was that if she had not left, she would have ended up doing something she'd regret, something like kissing Jamal musiala.

"are you alright?" His voice suddenly startled her. "You didn't look well so I came to check on you".

"I'm fine" Y/n insists.

"did I do something wrong?"

"no"

"them why did you run?"

"because I-"

Jamal took a step forward. "Because?".

"I-"

"You?".

Jamal sighed. "I'll say it for you, you got uncomfortable right? Because you know that I have feelings for you, I don't know how you found out but you did and now you don't want to be near me".

Y/n shook her head, unaware of the things he was telling her. "Your feelings?".

"I like you, Y/n" He says. "Very much, but I couldn't say it because of Micheal, I was not sure if you two were together or not-"

"we aren't" Y/n says. "we aren't together".

"really? You are so alike then, you even share clothes and have each other as dates" He diverted his heart. "then I thought you hated or disliked me for some reason for some time, that you just tolerated me" He says.

Y/n steps forward crowding his space. "I also thought you just tolerated me," She says. "I ran away because if I didn't, I'd have kissed you and I didn't want to make things awkward after that".

They stand and stare at each other. "Would you kiss me now?"

Y/n smiles and nods. He takes another step closer, closing the gap and kisses her, it was just for a moment or so but they both separate looking pleased with themselves.

"what do we tell Micheal?" Jamal asked as they walk back in.

"I knew it!" He says looking at the both of them. "I knew you liked him".

Y/n rolls her eyes. "Fine, you and your little speculations were right".

Jamal turns around and gives her another kiss. "I can't believe you like me".

"neither can I"

THE END

Masterlist

Real Madrid

aurelien tchouameni

jealous || Aurelien Tchoumeni ft Kylian Mbappe

kylian mbappe

Media || Kylian Mbappe x unpopular Y/n ft Hakimi.

Double Secret Kylian Mbappe x Bro! Trent Alexander Arnold pt1

Double Secret Kylian Mbappe x Bro! Trent Alexander Arnold pt2

Arsenal

William Saliba

affection || William Saliba x Reader

Bayern Munich

jamal musiala

unexpected love || jamal musiala x reader ft friends micheal olise

Liverpool

trent alexander-arnold

meet the family || trent alexander-arnold x reader

Formula 1 🏎️

lewis hamilton

jealous girlfriend || Lewis Hamilton ft Charles Leclerc

Media || Kylian Mbappe x unpopular Y/n ft Hakimi.

Y/n is exposed to the media and the attention that comes with dating Kylian Mbappe. But it doesn't seem like the public like her, at least at first then she learns not to mind what they think about her.

Y/n and Kylian had been dating for six months, keeping it on the down low.

At the third month, only Hakimi knew, it was a secret kept by three of them. And not because they told him but it was because the PSG player kept bumping into them, too many times than it seemed normal.

The next to know was Vini Jr simply because they started spending more time together when Kylian moved to Madrid, and the Madrid forward also kept on bumping into y/n all around the house.

None of his family knew. Y/n also hadn't told hers, though she knew they would accept them both because her nephew and younger cousins were his fans. They were eventually going to tell them when they thought that the relationship was more developed, and were absolutely sure.

But that choice got took out of their hands when a paparazzi took a picture of them kissing by his car when you both went out for an evening ice cream. It sent the whole internet crazy to investigate who you were and what you wanted with their football idol.

'bet she's just with him for money'

'ugh her face looks weird, how many plastic surgeries has the girl had?'

'just wait she's going to soon become an influencer'

Y/n read the comments and frowned at what people were saying. Y/n owned an art gallery because of her love of art, she was not with Mbappe for money, neither did she ever plan on being an influencer but now wherever she went there was a camera or someone videoing her every move. It was high suffocating but she endured.

The mornings after, y/n saw Mbappe mother at his doorstep, they didn't live together because of her job in France but she always made sure to fly back for his game nights, and so did he. "Can I come in?".

Y/n nodded letting her in. His mother looked around, "Pas mal (Not bad)" She commented on the cleaning y/n was doing. "Are you renovating the place?".

"I liked how it was before but it was too sporty, too many Ronaldo pictures and wallpapers of football so I decided to give it a bit life" Y/n says as she looks at the now beautiful artworks on the wall. "Plus it gets my mind off certain... things".

"does he know you are doing this?" She points at the artworks. "I mean, it's expensive no?".

Y/n tries to maintain a smile. Turning to her she said, "It's actually from my art gallery, I paid for them myself, he doesn't know yet".

His mother nods. "Oh" Her face forms into something of guilt. "I'm-".

"It's fine" Y/n tells her. "You are just worried for your son, but I'm a financially independent woman I won't steal his money or waste it either, I don't even let him pay for lunch if I can, I always spilt the bill, I don't want his money at all".

She smiles. "I'll have to speak with him then" Y/n looks at her confused. "-And ask him why he didn't want to introduce you earlier, you're far better than the previous ones, let me just tell you about them-".

Y/n entertains his mother the whole afternoon, they cooked, laughed, watched a movie and exchanged numbers. It helped her distract herself a bit from the articles.

Then y/n saw it;

Breaking News:

Former Y/n boyfriend comes out with an interview about her;

"she was not a good girlfriend"

"it was clear from the beginning all she wanted was money"

"be careful Mbappe, she's going for your bag"

Y/n immediately crashed on the ground, her legs refusing to hold her up.

The phone in her hand rings and she brings it to her hear. "Shut down the news"

"huh?"

"Kylian says he doesn't want you switching on the news till he gets back" Hakimi tells y/n. "And if you've already seen it then you should not focus on it".

"But why did that jerk do that? Plus the facts are distorted, I broke up with him because he was cheating on me and very unwilling to do anything" Y/n started crying. "He thought I should provide for the both of us, can you imagine that?".

"y/n don't cry, kylian is going to kill me if he finds out I let you cry" Hakimi warns.

"but I can't help it" the crying worsens.

"y/n that's how it is when you get famous, old exes or friends, people you thought were friends they appear to spin stories about you, it's usually for clout" He comforts. "Not that you deserve it, but if you want to stay with my friend you have to learn to ignore it like he ignores it".

"it's not easy" he tells her. "but you can do it".

At this time the crying lessened. "Thanks, Hakimi".

"you're welcome".

Y/n gathers herself and goes up to take a bath, to wash out the conflicts in her mind somehow. Only to hear her phone ringing again, "Hakimi?".

"tap the link"

Y/n rush to her messenger and opened the link, it was of a press conference that Mbappe was in. It was a post match after they had just won, y/n watches feeling proud of her boyfriend.

'what are your thoughts on y/n and is she after your money?'

Y/n frowns.

'should you be investing in hakiminology?'

Her frown deepens.

"This interview has nothing to do with my girlfriend but since you've brought her up, I'd like to say a few words about her. She's a very hardworking woman, she never lets me pay for anything though I'd really like her to let me" Kylian tells the interviewer. "She comes to almost all my matches, and misses some cause of work even though I know she prefers arsenal and bukayo saka"

Y/n rolls her eyes fondly, peeking at the Saka shirt at their shared wardrobe. He continues, "She also likes other sports and especially basketball, she's a Lakers fan, that's how we met and no she did not approach me, I went to her first. My hands were shaking when I asked her out, and when we made our relationship official some weeks later she made it clear that she wanted as much privacy as possible, so did I we matched equally".

"It's sad though, to think I can afford luxury clothes and shoes but cannot give my girl what she wants most" He shrugs. "But having said that, I'd like to demand respect from you and all the people on the internet, how would it feel to be taunted and insulted should the situation be reserved? If you have that in mind, can you please leave my girlfriend alone in peace?".

By the end y/n was sobbing stupidly in their room.

And the comments had also changed.

"wow, what they have is true love"

"wish my relationship was like this"

"our healthy couple~"

Y/n also started laughing. She didn't need their approval, all the important ones to her knew who she was, and liked her the way she was. There was no need to think about what their own thoughts of her was.

The end.

jealous || Aurelien Tchoumeni ft Kylian Mbappe

Aurelien was in love with his girlfriend. But his girlfriend loved Kylian Mbappe.

Aurelien was in love with his girlfriend. But his girlfriend loved Kylian Mbappe.

Once they were ordering takeout, waiting at the counter as they prepared the plates and spoons for eating, well mostly him. "Babe? Are you listening?".

Y/n blushed, putting her phone away. "Hmm, yeah definitely".

He smirked. "What were you actually doing?".

"nothing..." she said. "booking a flight to Paris".

He raised his eyebrows. "Why are you going to Paris?".

"cause...psg are playing the day after tomorrow" she explained. "and I've already invited my girls, and packed my bags".

"but babe, I'm playing for real at that same date" he looked like a kicked puppy.

"oh, must have forgot" she gave an awkward laugh.

"so you'll cancel" he asked trying to make eye contact with her.

She gives him a peck. "I just heard a sound, must be the takeout" and with that she was gone.

It got worse with rumours of Kylian Mbappe to real Madrid.

He caught her knee deep into watching news. "Since when do you watch the news? Plus it's 6 in the morning".

"did you know?" She looks at him betrayed.

"that my girlfriend has gone crazy?" He smiled.

"no, silly, mbappe is going to be your teammate" she points. "I finally don't have to take trips back and forth from Paris to Spain, this is so perfect".

He slowly made his way back to the bed, even then her rambling could be heard from across the rooms. "Babe, I'm trying to sleep here" he says as loud as he can.

"just imagine Bernabeu nights from now on" she says standing at the doorway of the bedroom. "Magical, simply, magical".

The first goal of Kylian Mbappe was the end of peace. Real Madrid had won. And then came the team parties, aurelien was reluctant to go but had been forced to go by the coach. 'its a good team building exercise' he said. 'mbappe is one of your best friend from France national team, no?'.

"what dress am I going to wear" y/n points, "blue or red?".

"anyone you want" aurelien says looking deflated.

"I'll just go with this black one" she says and he nods absently.

He looked so out of it through out. When they got out, he was bombarded with lots of people almost immediately, dragging him left and right.

While Y/n went to the drink bar. She had just walked there when she saw a familiar figure by her side. "Having a drink?".

"oh. my.goodness" she said. " It's Kylian Mbappe, do you know who you are?".

"yes, i do?" He laughed.

Kylian takes a seat. "You alone?".

"no, I came with aurelien" she smiles fondly. "he's my boyfriend, I love him very much".

"but have you been letting him know that?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I guess...no" you finally say, some understanding coming back to you, that you might have neglected your boyfriend.

"he's been down for five games now, he's also quiet in the locker rooms and has been giving me a very bad look like the one he's giving me now" he says as you turn around catching Aurelien looking at him like a prey he's about to devour and not..in a good way.

"so I decided to do some investigating and asked around, turns out his girlfriend is my biggest fan" he says slipping a wrapped present into her hand. "so I got my jersey and signed it for her, you could choose to collect it now or you could reject it and make him happy and I'll waybill it later to your address".

You burst laughing at his technique but immediately sober up. "I choose the waybill" you said pushing the jersey away. "You know, you're a much better person than I imagined honestly thanks for helping me back to planet earth, and for everything".

"it's fine, you're not the first to get lost in kyky express".

You burst out laughing but sober up while you approached Aurelien. You saw him smiling for three seconds which made you unsure if it was real or not, "saw you returned back that thing...he tried to give you".

"he tried to give me his shirt" you tell him. "but I told hin there's only one person whose shirt I'll gladly wear".

"Jude Bellingham?" He asked looking unsure of himself, it broke your heart.

You shook your head. "It has Aurelien Tchoumeni written on the back, and hopefully my children would wear it too".

"you are thinking of having kids with me?" Now he really seemed happy.

"yes, maybe" you tell him as he raised you up from the ground and kissed you.

You could spot Kylian giving you a thumps up from the side. You give him a nod before going into an embrace with Tchoumeni.

The End.

The thing i love about RPF is that it allows me to create an idea of men that are actually likeable