i love your account it’s so aesthetic and like your writing. chefs kiss. 💋 could you pleaseeeee write getting caught making out with jude or lamine!!
if it’s jude could y’all get caught by his brother or a teammate lol
and if it’s lamine yamal could y’all get caught by one of his older teammates or kenye (if it’s kenye make it like cuteee) ALSO IF YOU COULDDD DO BOTH!! I LOVE YOU THANK YOU
— halï🦒
GOODNIGHT KISSES - l. yamal
inwhich! kenye catches you giving lamine “goodnight kisses” and asks for some of his own.
frannytalks! i’ll post a jude one soon. ;) and thank youuu, also loveeee the idea, and kenye is TOO adorable, the picture of him screaming, my heart. 😭 don’t forget to join my taglist(s) here!
you and lamine never really got any privacy. in his house it was because of his mother and kenye. they were always home and always around you two. then, in your house it was because your parents were always around as well, they also had cameras everywhere, and did not let you two in your room together, alone.
so, when lamine’s mom said she had to go run errands for the whole day you both were relieved, except that kenye did not take kindly to naps, or leaving you alone.
you spent basically the whole day running around behind him, playing with him, cooking him food, watching movies with him, and talking to him. you could feel the tension between you and lamine and it was getting unbearable.
finally, by the magic of a warm milk bottle kenye fell asleep in your arms. you rocked him for a couple more minutes to make sure he was actually asleep, then you placed the bottle to the side and took him to his bedroom.
while you were tucking him in lamine was picking up after kenye, mostly his toys. you scurried over to lamine’s bedroom, waiting for him, smiling, and he finally arrived.
“finally!” you whisper-yelled, excitedly patting the spot in front of you.
lamine smiled, “took way too long,” he laughed.
you nodded in agreement and instantly went in for a kiss when he sat down, not wasting any time. he picked you up so you could sit on his lap as he roamed his hands around your body.
he groaned into the kiss slightly, causing you to giggle and put your foreheads against each other, “this was very much needed,” you blushed.
lamine opened his mouth to say something, but you stopped him by kissing him again. he brought his hands up to spank your ass and grip it right after to soothe it, he did it a couple times while you started to grind slightly, the last time he did it you heard a voice.
“lama?” a tiny, soft voice said from behind you.
lamine instantly froze as well and took his hands off you, creating some distance, “kenye,” he awkwardly smiled.
you wiped the lipstick stains off of lamine’s face, “hey kenye bebe.”
“why close?” he questioned, rubbing his eyes.
your face turned red, “we were just talking bebe.”
“up.” he requested, putting his arms out and yawning.
you picked him up and placed him in between you and lamine, “you have goodnight kiss.” kenye laughed, pointing at one of the lipstick smudges.
you and lamine laughed, slightly embarrassed, “yes she was just kissing me goodnight kenye.”
he pouted, “my turn.” kenye said, as he pointed to one of his cheeks.
you laughed softly and placed a tiny kiss on his cheek, then he pointed to the other one, and kept going back and forth.
“enough?” you asked, while giving him a tiny hug, “i think lamine’s jealous.” you whispered.
he nodded, “hehe, jealous.”
lamine rolled his eyes, “i’m not jealous, i got kisses first.” he teased kenye.
kenye, still in his sleepy state teared up, “lamine!” you hissed, annoyed.
“what!” he laughed, “it’s not my fault he’s a little cry baby.” he said, which made it worse because now kenye was full on crying.
you groaned, “yeah, he is literally a baby, lamine.” you rolled your eyes, “it’s okay bebe, no more kisses for lamine, okay?”
you wiped his tears and he did the same, nodding his head, “okey.”
“now let’s go to sleep, yeah?” you kissed his forehead.
you placed him in between you and lamine, he gravitated more towards you which caused lamine to laugh. finally, he fell asleep again and so did you.
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might also make another version of getting caught by his older teammates, that would be so cute
content. established relationship, curly haired reader, fluff, suggestive??
the room is warm, golden light spilling from the lamp above the mirror, turning your curls into little rings of honey as you twist and pin them just right. you’re half-dressed, still working on the last step of your makeup, one hand reaching for your lip gloss while the other tucks a loose strand behind your ear.
you can feel him before you see him. lamine’s been leaning in the doorway for god knows how long, shoulders relaxed, that soft, lazy smile on his face that he only ever gives you. he doesn’t say anything at first, just watches you. watches how you tilt your head, how your fingers move, how the fabric of your dress slips a little down your shoulder when you reach for your hairbrush.
“you know,” he says finally, voice low and warm, “you don’t have to try this hard to be the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen, mi vida.”
you snort, but your cheeks go warm. “says the guy who’s been staring at me like crazy for the past ten minutes. come here and help instead of being creepy?”
he laughs, quiet and bright, and pushes off the doorframe. he walks slow, like he’s got all the time in the world, until he’s right behind you. his reflection looks so good: soft blue hoodie, messy curls, eyes dark and bright all at once, until he steps close enough that his chest brushes your back, his arms looping loose around your waist, pulling you right against him.
“creepy? i’m just admiring what’s mine, mami,” he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to the side of your neck, slow and warm. “i can’t help it. look at you.”
you lean back into him, your hands resting over his where they’re curled around your stomach. “you’re being dramatic. i’m just getting ready to go out.”
“just getting ready?” he tilts his head, his nose brushing your jaw, and you shiver a little when his lips graze your skin. “you look like this and say it’s ‘just getting ready’? mi amor, you’re gonna make me cancel our plans and keep you right here instead.”
he turns you gently in his arms, his hands sliding slow down to your hips, fingers squeezing just enough to make your breath catch. his eyes dart over your face: your makeup, your eyes, your lips, then down to your dress, to your curls falling over your shoulders. he tucks one ringlet back, his thumb brushing your cheekbone.
“did your hair all nice, huh?” he says, leaning in to kiss your forehead, then the tip of your nose. “looks so good. but it’d look even better if it was all messy, like it is when you wake up next to me.”
you bite your lip to hide your smile, looping your arms around his neck. “is that a threat?”
“it’s a promise, mami,” he grins, and it’s that teasing, sharp little smile that always makes your stomach flip. he leans closer, his lips brushing yours slow, not quite kissing you yet. “you look so perfect. too perfect. makes me wanna mess you up a little. make you forget how pretty you look just so i can be the only one who gets to see you like this.”
he kisses you then. slow at first, then deeper, his hand coming up to cup the back of your neck, tangling gentle in your curls. you can feel him smiling against your mouth when you sigh, your fingers tugging lightly at the hair at the nape of his neck.
“see?” he mumbles, pulling back just enough to rest his forehead against yours. “already got you distracted. told you i wouldn’t be able to behave.”
“you never behave,” you tease, but you’re leaning into him, your hands sliding under his hoodie to rest on his warm waist. “that’s why i like you.”
he huffs a quiet laugh, kissing the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, then down to your throat, right where your pulse jumps fast. “yeah? and i like you best like this: all soft, all mine, looking at me like i’m the only thing that matters.” his hands slide slow up your sides, light and warm, and he presses another kiss to your collarbone, right where your dress slips down. “but… if you really wanna go out… i guess i can share you for a little while. but only if you let me hold your hand the whole time. and kiss you the second we get back.”
“only if you kiss me right now too,” you say, tugging him closer.
“anything for you, mi corazón,” he whispers, and kisses you again, just a little bit hungry, like he’s already counting down the minutes until he can get you back here, just the two of you, no plans, no rush. “besides… we both know you’re not leaving here without me marking you as mine first. even if it’s just a little.”
💌 aya’s note. i fell for the football huzz 😔😔😔 #DONTSAVEHERSHEDONTWANNABESAVED
➳ summary: As they were getting ready for a family dinner, Lamine has a curly hair crisis.
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Lamine was getting ready to meet his girl's parents for the first time. And saying he was nervous was an understatment.
"amor, do i wear this shirt or this one?" he held two shirts in front of her face as she was scrolling through her phone on the bed.
"whatever you want bebé, you'll look great in anything." she said without looking up.
"but this is serious i want to look my best" he whined, flopping down on the bed next to her.
"Lamine my parents have seen you on their TV since you were 15 it doesn't matter what you wear. Plus you have amazing taste when it comes to clothes so you can manage" she said, looking at his miserable state with a smile.
"that's even more embarrassing" he groaned into his pillow.
She ruffled his hair before he looked up at her, "Go shower now we need to leave in an hour" she told him, which made him curse under his breath and rush to the bathroom with his clothes.
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She had changed her clothes and fixed her hair and makeup while Lamine showered. Just as she finished putting lip gloss on, she heard Lamine yell from the bathroom.
She opened the door and peaked inside, to see Lamine standing in front of the mirror, his hair still wet and unstyled.
"what am i supposed to do with my hair? If i just let it as it is it'll be very frizzy once its fully dry" he groaned, looking at his girlfriend for help.
She chuckled and walked to him, opening the vanity under the sink. and pulling the curl mousse and gel and placing them on the sink.
"did you put conditioner?" she asked him while he nodded.
"Okay then I'm gonna put some mousse to get some volume so your curls are not flat, and then a little bit of gel so they're less frizzy and hold more" she explained, and even though Lamine didn't get much of what she said, he was humming in response because he enjoyed watching her yap.
She started first by putting some mousse on her hand, and then his hair. When it was applied all over his curls, she started finger-coiling them and then scrunching upwards.
She was so focused that she didn't notice Lamine looking at her with heart eyes through the mirror. When she started working on the front curls, he couldn't help but lean down and steal a kiss on the corner of her lips.
"hey I'm trying to focus on your hair here" she murmured, but her smile assured him that she didn't mind.
"I'm sorry, but you look so freaking cute when you're focused" Lamine smirked, watching her roll her eyes playfully.
After she finished scrunching his hair, she put a tiny amount of gel on her hand, and put them all over his curls, scrunching them a little bit more once again.
"You wanna let them air dry?" she asked him, returning the products into the vanity.
"hell no. I'm not meeting your parents with wet hair" he shook his head, grabbing the hair dryer from the vanity.
"oh your eyebrows need plucking" she teased him, knowing he's gonna panic.
"you're serious?" he groaned, taking a quick look on the mirror before turning to look at her.
"do them for me while I dry my hair?" he pouted, giving her his best puppy eyes.
She couldn't help but laugh.
"sure bebé, let me just sit up" before she could finish her sentence, he lifted her up and sat her on the sink.
She grabbed the tweezers from the drawer while Lamine began diffusing his hair.
Before she even fully plucked his first hair, "ouch!" Lamine jumped
"girl I haven't even plucked it properly yet" she giggled, making his face softened at the sound.
It took them about 10 minutes. She finished his eyebrows and his hair was semi-dry.
"The rest can dry on it's own we can't be late anymore" she told him, jumping of the sink and fixing her clothes.
Lamine returned everything to its place then turned to his girl. She fluffed his roots with her fingers, shaking them to break any slight cast the gel had left behind.
"ay dios mío, you look so adorable bebé " she squealed, squeezing his cheeks with both her hands. Lamine gave her a sheepish smile, pulling her closer by the waist.
"It's all your work amor " he grinned, pressing a kiss on her lips, then her nose.
"oh look at you now you have my lip combo all over your lips" she giggled, trying to wipe them away but he pulled back.
"do i look bonita ?" he joked, looking at himself in the mirror while he gave her a fake hair flip.
"definitely, muy bonita" she laughed, shaking her head.
And just like that, all the nerves Lamine had felt while he was getting ready disappeared, because she didn't give him a reason to feel anything but love towards her.
━ SUMMARY: You and michael spend some quality time together while he works late in the studio
━ CONTENT: fluff, smiley giggly michael, lovey dovey established relationship, not smut but it gets just a little saucy at the end, a brief make out sesh, mentions of dry humping if you squint, was picturing bad era michael when i wrote this but feel free to choose your fighter
━ AUTHOR’S NOTE: Alrighttt the Michael biopic has me revisiting my decade long hyper fixation. That’s right!! we’re writing some mj fanfiction because I have no shame!! This little drabble came to me in a dream so I had to write it out lol hope you enjoy
You shut the book in your hands, gently setting it down in your lap. The words on the weathered pages started to lose their meaning as you finally gave up on reading.
Repetitive melodies and the quiet murmuring of lyrics from the man sitting a few feet away made it nearly impossible to focus.
He had assured you it wouldn’t be too loud in the studio tonight as he practically begged you to come sit with him while he worked on new music.
Michael made a habit of it— asking you to join him for brainstorming sessions. He once teased that you were his greatest muse.
He was extremely private, never directly involving you in his writing or recording process. Most of the time you would simply sit in the room with him while he worked. You’d thumb through a book and let the incomplete tracks and rhythmic tune of his voice act as background music to your reading.
Tonight was no different. He was focused on the notebook in front of him; sticky notes and scribbles littered the pages. The same melody filled the air over and over again as he hummed along with different words, each one acting as a piece to the never ending puzzle of his next album.
The weight of your book sunk into your lap as you let your back rest against the cushion behind you. Your lids felt heavy and your mind was foggy with sleep as you began dozing off.
“Sleepyhead.”
The familiar voice carried to your side of the room, lulling you out of your slumber before you could completely drift off.
You opened your eyes just enough to see Michael turned around in his chair, facing you with a gentle smile tugging at his lips.
“Well forgive me, I didn’t realize you’d be working well into the early morning hours when you invited me to tag along.” Your sarcasm only made his grin widen.
He watched you for a minute, a small giggle fighting its way past his lips.
“C’mere” He motioned you over to him with a slight tilt of his head toward his notebook.
“I need your opinion on something.”
His voice was soft against the quiet of the room, and a smile still stained his lips as he turned back around to face the array of sticky notes plastered on the surface in front of him.
You stretched from the couch, closing the distance between you and Michael in sleepy strides.
You stood next to him, following his gaze to the words written on the notebook below.
He sat in his chair, fingers tracing the lines of lyrics in front of him.
“Which do you like better?”
Without even looking at you, he began playing the unfinished track that you’d been hearing all night.
You listened to his voice as he sang the first string of lyrics written in his notebook, watching as the written words flowed so effortlessly off the paper and into the room to the tune of his voice.
He played it twice, each time singing a different set of lyrics, both similar yet somehow entirely different.
You leaned down, peering at the two different options written on the page, Michael still humming softly next to you.
As you studied them, you felt the warmth of his palm rest at the base of your spine.
Michael was no stranger to physical touch— not with you.
He was obsessed with having his hands on you, even in the most innocent ways.
He was constantly reaching for your hand, intertwining your fingers with his; always wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer.
“I think I like the first one.” Your stare was still fixed on the notebook below, as your body angled further over his.
“It feels right.” Your mind was still sleepy as you gave your final verdict.
The room fell silent for just a few seconds, and you felt his thumb rubbing gentle circles against your lower back— tender and soothing.
“It feels right.” His voice was a delicate chuckle as he repeated your words into the nearly empty room.
“First one it is.” His words still held a subtle giggle.
With one hand on your back, the other reached for a pen as he wrote a few more words in his notebook.
He looked up at you, admiration in his gaze and that same sweet grin on his lips, “Thank you.”
His hushed words were simple, yet laced with an abundance of gratitude and love.
The gentle devotion in his voice and the careful touch of his fingertips along your spine sent you leaning down further as you placed the softest kiss on his cheek.
“Anything for you.” Your response met him with the same adoration.
You lingered like that, staring at one another. Smitten smiles nestled into your cheekbones, faces only inches a part.
“Yeah, you mean that?”
Michael’s tone shifted ever so slightly. There was a certain playfulness in the way he spoke; the question tucked behind a veil of mischief.
You loved this side of him; when his quiet, gentle demeanor was replaced with something more light hearted and whimsical.
You murmured a quiet, “mhmm” nodding your head and leaning in even closer, this time just barely pressing your lips against his.
It was a quick, gentle kiss, but it was enough to cause Michael’s hand that was once at your back to snake around your body, lightly grabbing your waist and pulling you against him.
Your body responded to his touch, sinking down into his lap, your legs straddling his and your hands cupping his jaw.
This time the kiss shared between you was much deeper, and it was impossible to miss the way he smiled ever so slightly against your lips.
His hands gripped your waist pulling you completely against him. Your lips moved in harmony; a whirlwind of hunger and affection as you melted further into his touch.
You began trailing kisses toward his jaw, under his ear, down his neck…
Each touch of your lips on his skin was determined and methodical— your actions ruminating in the passion radiating between you.
Soft hums fell from his lips as his fingertips tightened at your waist, fighting the urge to guide your hips against his.
You continued peppering kisses to his skin
down
down
down—
Your mouth was dangerously close to his collar bone when you felt one of his hands loosen from your hip.
He was reaching behind you, grabbing the pen from beside his notebook and jotting something down on one of the ink filled pages while your lips were busy on his neck.
“michael…” you sighed in defeat as your face fell into his shoulder.
“Hold on, hold on,” his words were a breathless hush as they spilled from his lips.
You buried your head deeper into the crook of his neck, your giggle muffled against his skin.
You sat there for a moment soaking in the warmth of his chest against yours. Letting him scrawl out whatever idea just came to him.
Could you do a fic where singer reader is performing and someone throws something at her and Michael runs on stage
ooh i like this! you didn’t specify what era so i just chose otw! NOT proofread at all
link to my masterlist <33
you were the opener for the jackson 5 on their newest tour. you had know them since they started making music, as your father was a producer at motown. you particularly were fond of michael (as was he of you) and while your relationship wasn’t public, you had been going steady for a few months! he loved having a genuine person to talk to, someone his age. someone who understood the pressure of the music industry and grew up in it too. you were happy to be there of course. with your relationship still in that new, sappy, lovey stage so being near michael and performing was a win win.
speaking of performing, as soon as both of you were in costume and cleared from hair and makeup you were all over one another. on the couch in his dressing room, hands wandering. a euphoric feeling that only came with young love emitting throughout both your bodies, accompanying the pre-show jitters. as you pulled away for air, michael rested his forehead against your own. “are you excited ladybug?” he murmured, not wanting to break the soft silence of the moment. “obviously i am mikey, jus’ a little nervous” you responded, rubbing your thumb across his cheek.
“y’got nothing to nervous about sweets”, he started pausing to continue the kiss. he loved the feeling of your soft, painted lips against his own. he shifted his mouth over to kiss just outside of your lips, “i know mikey, just not my usual crowd out there” you smiled, feeling him hum in acknowledgment. you loved talking to him, he always listened so intently no matter what was on his own mind. before he could respond, three sharp knocks came through the door, indicating showtime.
“promise you’ll be in the wings watching?” you said, giving him one last kiss. “where else would i be?” michael answered, always giving you reassurance.
when you walked out on to the stage, you felt the light heat your full body. the sequins of your flared pants swished with each step you took. as you walked up to the microphone, you gave a wave to the crowd and one to the band. signaling to start the music. new wave jazz funk filled the speakers, and your voice carried perfectly. this song made you think about the boy waiting to see you backstage, who helped you write it. the memory brought an even bigger smile to your face. towards the chorus, you noticed a bit of commotion from the pit directly in front of you. brushing it off as maybe dancing or crazy jackson fans you continued. as the final bridge begun, you picked up the mic and danced. when you descended further downstage for the final chorus you raised your arms, smiling at the fans copying you.
it was in that moment you felt it, a rough stone hit your eye during the ending. as soon as contact was made it sent pain through your body, you grabbed the throbbing area and hunched over. tightly shutting your eyes as gasps ran through the crowd. the very next second you were in someone’s arms, you could tell it was michael by the way he held you against him.
“im right here ladybug, my love can you open your eyes for me?” he whispered softly to you, not caring for the crowd as he turned his back to it. “my love speak to me, please. can only help if you let me see”. at his pleads you softly raised your head — just enough to bring your mouth to his ear. “take me off mikey- take me off please” you whimpered out. “its ok, i got you” he repeated as you both practically flew off stage.
the next few minutes remained a blur as you kept your eyes shut. you heard yelling, security orders, and screaming from the crowd outside. the only thing keeping you sane was the fact that michael kept you in his arms the whole time. sitting you down on the couch, and even when the paramedics arrived for first aid you stayed tucked in his side. he didn’t say much then, watching as they flushed your eye with saline. they assured both michael and your father it looked worse than it was, just some bruising and soreness was to be expected. however none of this calmed the silent anger in your boyfriends body.
when your dad stepped out to talk to the security it left you and him alone, michael gave kisses to your hairline as he held the ice pack to your eye. “you think i’ll have a cool scar?” you asked, attempting to break the silence. it did for a minute when you felt him smile. “im sorry for this honey kiss, promise it’ll be dealt with” he said rubbing his free hand down your spine. you didn’t answer, knowing no matter how much reassurance he got he would feel a little responsible. “i got really scared, i saw it hit you… holding you scared like that it-” he didn’t need to continue. you both knew how crazy fans can get. you both have had your fare share of run ins with aggressive paparazzi.
“thank you baby, im okay” you said, grabbing and interlacing your fingers with his. “and it’ll be cute watching the footage later, can already see the headlines— Jackson 5 star Michael Jackson seen comforting possible lover after fan attacks!” you laughed with michael, kissing him again. “as long as they’re doing it from a distance they can say whatever and i couldn’t care less”
Hello! I loved your fic about mbappe! I was wondering if you could write something about him where reader is a famous popstar and she’s been publicly supporting France (and lwk crushing on mbappe) during the wc and fans think they’d be really cute together and then sometime after they’re both coincidentally single at the same time so they do end up going on a date or something and being caught by paparazzi
Sorry if this is too long no pressure to write it ofc!!
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CONTENT. kylian mbappe x popstar!reader , fluff , not proofread , 681 words
𝒏. i’ll admit that i was feeling a little lazy but i finally got around to writing it. i decided to combine it with another request since they seemed similar. enjoy ෆ
Are you single?
That seemed to be the question everybody wanted to know the answer to.
Every interview, whether it was subtle or outright, always seemed to fall back on the topic of your relationship status.
You'd never had the greatest luck at love, despite it being the thing most people recognized you by. Your stupid love songs.
Of course, writing about love was easier than actually engaging in it. You had to be wary of who you got close to. You'd gotten your heart broken so many times that you found it hard to connect with other people, fearing that they would betray you.
You made a promise to yourself that you would stop chasing after love—not unless it was real. How hard could that be?
So when you got invited to go to a World Cup game, you didn't think anything of it.
You were there to have fun, to have a good time, maybe ogle at some players, and in particular, one had happened to catch your eye.
Kylian Mbappé. France's captain. Their star player.
No. Immediately no. That would be a PR nightmare. You could hear your manager's voice scolding you internally, telling you to look away, but you couldn't.
When his eyes caught yours, as if you were in some sort of movie, you swore you felt your heart stop.
You looked away first.
You had no reason to reprimand yourself for finding him attractive. After all, that would never happen. He probably didn't even know you existed.
And yet, you found yourself in another predicament when you received a dm later that night.
k.mbappe: hey I saw you at the game. It was cool to see you. I'm a big fan of your music, only it's a shame that I didn't catch you before you could leave.
As big as you were, you were star struck at the message. He was a fan of you. Just play it cool.
You: thank you so much! You played well, congrats on the win
k.mbappe: you were supporting France? I didn't see your shirt
You: oh I don't have one lol
k.mbappe: I think I have one I can give you
Smooth.
Like before, you found yourself at France's next game, but this time, wearing a bleus shirt. Kylian had taken the liberty of sending you one, my present written on the note card.
You didn't let yourself get too excited. Not yet. You had a heart to protect—two if you counted your manger's. It would probably explode if he found out who you were crushing on.
But that was all it was. A harmless crush.
Or, it was supposed to be.
Despite your previous sentiments, you couldn't help but be drawn to Kylian. He had a way of making you feel like the only girl in the world, and you couldn't remember the last time someone made you feel so wanted.
He kept inviting you to his games, and you could never say no, eager to see how he'd play, so captivating, a force you couldn't take your eyes off of.
And your support certainly didn't go unnoticed.
It seemed as though the internet had a new obsession—you and Kylian.
You were never one to entertain those kind of rumors, but seeing people say the two of you would make a good couple amused you. The idea itself had your stomach fluttering with butterflies.
When your new song came out a month later, with lyrics like, "where's the trophy? He just comes running over to me," people had an inkling suspicion that it was about Kylian.
The attention only ramped up when you were spotted leaving a restaurant, Kylian following right behind you.
You hadn't confirmed nothing yet, and you didn't need to. You didn't owe anyone personal details about your relationship.
And besides, they probably got the hint, watching you cross the field after Kylian won a game, taking you into his arms. Worth more than any trophy he could win.
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