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ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓔𝓢𝓣-𝓒𝓔 𝓠𝓤𝓔 𝓣’𝓐𝓢 𝓛𝓐 𝓜𝓔𝓣𝓗𝓞𝓓𝓔 𝓟𝓞𝓤𝓡 𝓢𝓔𝓧𝓨 𝓝𝓐𝓝𝓐?

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coucou tu pourrais écrire sur Yamal ? je l'imagine bien être amoureux dune fille française et il essayerait qu'elle s'intéresse a elle en faisant des story en français, en apprenant a parler français, en se postant entrain de chanter français... (un peu comme quand il a dansé sur tiktok sur la musique qui parle de inox) ce serait super ridicule mais mignon en même temps

OH, SHE'S FRENCH;

⤷ ゛masterlist ˎˊ˗

lamine yamal x f!french!reader.

classmates.

note: merci pr ta req bb

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: lamine is in love with you and he's trying to get your attention by doing more or less ridiculous things… spoiler alert: it’s working.

everyone around lamine had known about his crush long before you did.

it had started in high school when you were transferred into his class for a few months while living in spain. you weren’t the loudest person in the room, nor were you trying particularly hard to stand out but this made him notice you more.

you laughed at his terrible jokes when no one else did. and your french accent became his favorite sound before he even realized he was falling for you.

the problem was that sixteen-year-old lamine had absolutely no idea what to do about it so he simply continued liking you.

years passed and football happened for him. suddenly, he was one of the biggest young footballers in the world but yet, his biggest accomplishment still wasn’t getting you to fall in love with him.

despite becoming one of the most talked-about footballers on the planet, you still had absolutely no idea how ridiculously in love with you he was.

at first, his attempts at getting your attention were subtle. he started posting french songs on his instagram stories, which would have been perfectly normal if he hadn’t spent years listening almost exclusively to spanish music.

“since when do you listen to french rap?” one of his teammates had asked.

“since yesterday.”

“why?”

“no reason.”

then came the french lessons and people assumed he was learning french because of football, even if he was not.

“repeat after me,” his french tutor said. “t'es jolie. t'es belle.”

“what does that mean?”

“you’re pretty. you can say belle or jolie.”

“okay,” he wrote that sentence down... just in case.

every few weeks, he would randomly post something in french online, except his grammar was really questionable.

once he proudly posted “il es trop nul 😂😂” after beating pablo on fifa, only for thousands of french people to immediately correct him because he forget the t at 'est'.

you smiled so hard that day that you had sent him a message and he spent the next twenty minutes smiling at your conversation like an idiot. you had replied so it was for him a mission accomplished.

he began casually mentioning that french food was his favorite food despite growing up saying the exact opposite.

he started asking his french teammate, jules, to teach him random expressions.

unfortunately, some of them enjoyed making fun of him and one day, he confidently sent you a voice message saying “j'ai trop chaud,” instead of “j'suis trop chaud” when you two were talking about football.

at this point, everyone knew. his mother knew. his teammates knew. even the internet knew he was probably in love with a french girl, except you or at least, that’s what he thought.

the truth was that his ridiculous attempts had been working for years.

you noticed every single french song he posted, you noticed him getting better at speaking french and the little french captions under his posts that became less and less grammatically incorrect over time.

you also noticed whenever he talked about france during interviews, he always smiled just a little more even if they were the football team everyone loved and the concurrent team of spain.

one evening, while scrolling through instagram, you saw that he had posted a story.

you:

your french is getting really good

lamine:

thank you!!

i’ve been practicing

you:

i can tell

lamine:

it’s because of someone

you:

lucky person

him:

hopefully

that was when it finally hit you, all these ridiculous things weren't subtle at all. he had simply spent years trying to make sure you noticed him in the sweetest and most ridiculous ways possible.

you:

maybe next time you can ask that french girl out instead of learning an entire language for her

him:

can i take you out?

you:

ofc

this time, lamine was grateful that his embarrassingly obvious crush had failed to remain a secret because apparently, doing ridiculous things for years had finally gotten your attention.

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The problem is, a lot of players choose to date women who are hungry for fame and the attention their boyfriend’s name will bring them so they end up making the relationship their identity. Or they date women already out there like Jude (I knew of her because she was dating the guy Michael B Jordan when the movie Black Panther came out). But they are saying she has dated Neymar and basketball players from America. Still, I don’t agree with all the hate she gets for just being with Jude. He chose to be with her knowing all her past relationships

real!!! they know what type of girls they are, if they're dating it's because they don't care

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idk if it’s just me but i don’t like ester and kylian it looks like a pr relationship to me idk something is offfff🧐🧐

no? idk

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I think private but not secret too. Some of these fans are crazy 😂 lol like they will genuinely hate on the player’s girlfriend for simply existing. C’est trop dommage (look at me using the little French I learned when I was in Paris) 💁🏻‍♀️

frrr BAHAHAHAHAHAHA

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I don’t know why famous people especially with 50+ million followers will have close friends. Just make a finsta. Me? Only 1500 followers and I have a finsta for my close friends only😂 can’t accidentally post anything to anyone

yes!!!!

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hii lei would u write for pavlović? i wanted to send a request but idk if u like him

ofc!!! but it may be a little mischaracterised cuz i don't really know him, so if u want u can tell me how u see him when u make a req 💗💗

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A sincere question: do you think it's better for football players to keep their relationships private or, on the contrary, to flaunt them publicly?

I mean, if we're talking about healthy relationships (without toxicity, cheating, pr, etc.)

private but not secret. like dez is too much and yamal is too much. for me having a relationship like kylians is better, we know he has a gf but that's all. it's my opinion tho!!

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https://www.tumblr.com/dixheuresdix/822585583914352640/lol-to-that-anyone-saying-she-hopes-he-didnt-make?source=share

All wags should be like Victoria Beckham, who doesn't wear her's man's uniform and who doesn't give a shit😌

LMFAOOOOOOO EH 🫡🫡

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Kylian prob meant to post on his close friends and thats why he deleted it immediately

he probably has a private acc, i don't think he has a close friends story on his main tbh but yeah it can

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HEYYY not sure if you would be willing to write for him, but if possible, could i please request an arda guler fic where he and reader go to a music festival together? :) thank youuuu <33

i'm sorry i really don't like him 💀💀

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HEY CUTIE can you write something about student!reader being in an absolute academic crisis (like we all had a month ago) and bf!jamal trying to comfort her?

CRISIS;

⤷ ゛masterlist ˎˊ˗

jamal musiala x f!reader.

dating.

note: thanks for ur req!!!

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you're in an academic crisis and jamal is trying to comfort you.

three unfinished assignments, two upcoming exams, one email from your professor that you still hadn’t answered because merely looking at it made you want to cry and approximately zero motivation left. it was all you had.

you had reached that point of the semester where every little inconvenience felt like the end of the world.

graduating seemed impossible, everyone around you looked smarter than you and somehow your entire future depended on whether or not you understood the fifty page lecture notes sitting in front of you.

when jamal came at your home that evening, normally you would have greeted him with a smile and asked him about his day. today, you barely looked up from your desk.

“hi, baby.”

“hi.”

he frowned slightly and put his things down before walking over to you, looking at your laptop.

“how long have you been sitting here?”

“since this morning.”

“have you eaten?” he raised an eyebrow.

“i had coffee.”

“that wasn’t my question.”

you laughed weakly before resting your head against your desk.

“i’m having an academic crisis.”

“an academic crisis?”

“the worst kind.”

“tell me,” he pulled the chair beside yours and sat down.

“i don’t think i’m smart enough for my degree.”

“that’s not true.”

you started counting on your fingers. “i’m behind on my assignments, i don’t understand half of today’s lecture, everyone else seems to have their life together and i’m genuinely considering becoming a farmer in the middle of nowhere.”

“that escalated quickly.”

“i’m serious.”

“you’ve never even seen a cow in real life.”

“details don’t matter right now. what if i fail? am i wasting my time? what if i’m actually terrible at this and everyone realizes it before i do?”

when you finally finished, you looked seconds away from crying.

“i’m tired, jamal.”

his expression softened.

“come here.”

you didn’t argue as he gently pulled you onto his lap, wrapping both arms around you.

“you’re being mean to yourself again.”

“i’m being realistic.”

“you’re exhausted.”

you rested your face against his shoulder. “same thing.”

“not at all,” he gently rubbed circles against your back. “every single time you feel overwhelmed, you suddenly decide you’ve never been intelligent in your entire life.”

“that’s not true,” you smiled as he kissed the top of your head.

“you don’t have to be perfect to deserve to be here.”

“i know.”

“do you?”

“not really.”

“that’s what i thought. but you’re allowed to struggle.”

“it doesn’t feel like it.”

“you’re studying because you’re learning. if you already knew everything, there would be no point in university.”

“that’s annoyingly wise.”

“thank you,” he kissed the top of your head again. “how many assignments do you have left?”

“three.”

“okay. we’re ordering your favorite food, taking a thirty-minute break and then we’re making a plan together.”

“all three tonight?”

“absolutely not! are you crazy?” he looked really scared.

“what would i do without you?” you looked at him softly.

“probably become a cow farmer.”

“you’d still visit me and my cows?”

“of course.”

“even if i fail my exams?”

“yeah,” he smiled.

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celui que tt le monde attendait 🗣️🗣️

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HEY CUTIE can you write something about student!reader being in an absolute academic crisis (like we all had a month ago) and bf!jamal trying to comfort her?

CRISIS;

⤷ ゛masterlist ˎˊ˗

jamal musiala x f!reader.

dating.

note: thanks for ur req!!!

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you're in an academic crisis and jamal is trying to comfort you.

three unfinished assignments, two upcoming exams, one email from your professor that you still hadn’t answered because merely looking at it made you want to cry and approximately zero motivation left. it was all you had.

you had reached that point of the semester where every little inconvenience felt like the end of the world.

graduating seemed impossible, everyone around you looked smarter than you and somehow your entire future depended on whether or not you understood the fifty page lecture notes sitting in front of you.

when jamal came at your home that evening, normally you would have greeted him with a smile and asked him about his day. today, you barely looked up from your desk.

“hi, baby.”

“hi.”

he frowned slightly and put his things down before walking over to you, looking at your laptop.

“how long have you been sitting here?”

“since this morning.”

“have you eaten?” he raised an eyebrow.

“i had coffee.”

“that wasn’t my question.”

you laughed weakly before resting your head against your desk.

“i’m having an academic crisis.”

“an academic crisis?”

“the worst kind.”

“tell me,” he pulled the chair beside yours and sat down.

“i don’t think i’m smart enough for my degree.”

“that’s not true.”

you started counting on your fingers. “i’m behind on my assignments, i don’t understand half of today’s lecture, everyone else seems to have their life together and i’m genuinely considering becoming a farmer in the middle of nowhere.”

“that escalated quickly.”

“i’m serious.”

“you’ve never even seen a cow in real life.”

“details don’t matter right now. what if i fail? am i wasting my time? what if i’m actually terrible at this and everyone realizes it before i do?”

when you finally finished, you looked seconds away from crying.

“i’m tired, jamal.”

his expression softened.

“come here.”

you didn’t argue as he gently pulled you onto his lap, wrapping both arms around you.

“you’re being mean to yourself again.”

“i’m being realistic.”

“you’re exhausted.”

you rested your face against his shoulder. “same thing.”

“not at all,” he gently rubbed circles against your back. “every single time you feel overwhelmed, you suddenly decide you’ve never been intelligent in your entire life.”

“that’s not true,” you smiled as he kissed the top of your head.

“you don’t have to be perfect to deserve to be here.”

“i know.”

“do you?”

“not really.”

“that’s what i thought. but you’re allowed to struggle.”

“it doesn’t feel like it.”

“you’re studying because you’re learning. if you already knew everything, there would be no point in university.”

“that’s annoyingly wise.”

“thank you,” he kissed the top of your head again. “how many assignments do you have left?”

“three.”

“okay. we’re ordering your favorite food, taking a thirty-minute break and then we’re making a plan together.”

“all three tonight?”

“absolutely not! are you crazy?” he looked really scared.

“what would i do without you?” you looked at him softly.

“probably become a cow farmer.”

“you’d still visit me and my cows?”

“of course.”

“even if i fail my exams?”

“yeah,” he smiled.

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lol to that anyone saying she hopes he didn’t make her wear his kit… pls be serious bb. Women wear their boyfriends’ clothes all the time😂 lmao haters on twitter were saying he forced her to wear it so he can fear superior and like he’s fucking himself😂😂😂 lmao my head hurts

mais??? du calme sur les lmao on sait que c'était son maillot hein y'a littéralement la photo partout stp 😂😂😂😂😂

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Fine shyt recognize fine shyt that’s the only way to describe how all four of them found each other at the end of the game. My husband, My Boyfriend, My baby daddy and My side piece. 😊.

LMAOOOOOO STOP 😭😭😭😭

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It's so weird. You post a photo of your girlfriend and then immediately delete it, especially when you're supposedly looking for privacy.

I hope Kylian didn't make her wear his uniform😭

real 😭😭😭 but idk maybe it's his real kit...

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Hugo Ekitike stp? Jsuis en manque de lui

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j'ai aussi une dmd sur lui tqt bb et faut que jla fasse bientôt pcq elle date d'un mois...