Please write an mbappe fic with a mixed reader where he dedicates a goal to her during the wc which is basically the hard launch
This goal is for you- Kylian Mbappé
A/N: Sorry for not uploading in a bit. I have been dealing with longer hours at work, whilst having a chest infection (I am too scared to call in sick lol. But at least I have the whole weekend to myself). I hope this fic was good anon and yeah.
THIS IS WRITTEN BY ME. THERE IS NO AI, THERE WILL NEVER BE AI IN MY WORK. FUCK AI.
It was the 2026 World Cup and you were sitting in the stands watching your boyfriend, Kylian Mbappé play. You were wearing the Mbappé top with a white skirt. It was too hot for denim. You embellished yourself in gold jewellery, with your bangles clanking every time you move: The most beautiful sound.
You two have been secretly dating for one year. You met in Madrid at a mutual's friend party, where you accidentally bumped into him and spilt your drink down his top. From then, you both fell in love, away from the cameras. Away from the media. Alway from the possessive football fans that believe that a footballer can't balance football and their personal life. But as the World Cup started, rumours started to brew. You two were spotted at a café on Kylian's day off and people on social media were going insane.
"I am so jealous of her."
"My starboy has lost focus."
"Kylian can not handle all of that."
"Kylian needs to do a Hakimi real quick."
(A/N: People who say this are cringe. Also why are people pretending that Hakimi is a good person?)
"Alexa, play 'That Should Be Me' by Justin Bieber."
You never cared for other people's opinion: Especially if they do not know you. But, at the same time, you love you have received against the hate gave you hope for future generations. Okay, maybe not that dramatic. You are the type of person to clap back anytime someone tries to insult you, but fighting against the internet trolls is like fighting devil. However, you loved having your relationship with Kylian all to yourself. He's hot. You're hot. He's successful. You're successful. What more could you want?
Back to the game, Kylian was playing with France against Morocco. You were sat in the stands with his mum, Fayza and other WAGs. This was the game that determined whether France was going to the semi-finals or not. You were nervous on Kylian's behalf.
Speaking of Kylian, he was on the pitch, currently having the possession of the ball, not allowing the Moroccan players to take possession. Was this his chance to score? Adrenaline was rising. Everything that was happening on the pitch looked like it was going in slow motion.
"Please mon amour. I know you can do it." You whispered to yourself.
Then, a few seconds later, Kylian took his chance, kicking the ball.
"Please go in. Please."
As if the ball heard you, it hit the back of the net, making the crowd yell. He done it. At the 60th Minute, Kylian scored the first goal of the match. Making France lead. You cheered louder than everyone else in the stadium, proud of your boyfriend. Happy tears started pouring down your face and Fayza pulled you in for a hug. He saw you screaming for him and he pointed at you. Kylian mouthed 'Je t'aime' and made a hand sign of your first initial. You gasped, not expecting Kylian to basically hard launch your relationship. You smiled and mouthed a "Je t'aime aussi' back to him. He smiled, then went back to his team. The game isn't over yet.
After Kylian's goal, Ousmane Dembele scored the second goal, making France advance into the semi-finals, facing Spain.
It didn't feel real. France going to the semi-finals felt like a dream that you couldn't wake up from. You were so proud of Kylian and rest of the France team.
You were taking photos of the now nearly empty stadium when you felt two arms wrap around you.
"Kylian?"
"The one and only." He laughed.
You turned and gave him a kiss on the lips. You hated PDA, but in that moment you didn't care. He placed his hands on your hips, his thumbs making circles.
"I'm so proud of you, my love." You beamed at him.
"I couldn't have done this without you." Kylian answered.
You rose your eyebrow, "Is that why you dedicated your goal to me?"
Kylian shrugged, "Why not? You're the love of my life."
"Well, yes but..." You hesitated, "But now, our relationship is fully public. Are we going to be able to handle that?"
"Yes. We can. You are the one who has seen the work I put in to try to be the greatest footballer. You are the one who has stuck by my side. These people, these strangers, they do not understand the behind the scenes stuff. They only see me do my thing on the pitch. Nothing else. Plus, why can't I show off my beautiful, intelligent girlfriend on the pitch?"
You blushed profusely at Kylian's words. In his past life, he must have been a poet. You couldn't keep your eyes off him and he stared at you as well. You knew that your face would be all over the tabloids, but you didn't care. You two were ready to face the world together.
Angst but Fluff at the end (maybe slightly suggestive)
Trigger warning: slight discussion about mental health, toxic (?), fear of being abandoned, arguments, misunderstanding/ miscommunication, nightmare, Nayef is kind of selfish in this (looking back, he is)
Word count: 1,707 words (this was longgggg)
“I just forgot about it! Why are you making such a big deal out of it?”
“Nay- Ya Rajal… Please tell me you’re joking!”
You and Nayef were arguing about him forgetting to wash the dishes: again. This is the second time you brought it up, but it really irritated you that you had to wash the dishes again even though he promised to do it. To others, it may not seem like a big deal, but you two agreed to split the household chores equally, but it seems like Nayef has conveniently forgot to wash the dishes.
Nayef huffed, “It’s only the dishes. I don’t understand why you are upset over it.”
“Because you had promised me that you will be responsible for the dishes. That is what we agreed on. Or do I have to remind you for the millionth time?”
“So patronising.” He muttered and you just stared blankly at him.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard.”
This argument was going in circles. You say one point, but Nayef stubbornly brings up a whole other subject into the conversation.
“How am I being patronising?” You asked.
“Because all the time ‘Nay do this,’ ‘Nay do that’! Always demanding things without a ‘please’ or a ‘thank you’! All this nagging: I’m tired.” He slowly raised his voice.
“Because you never help! Not even on your days off!” You were becoming more irritated by the minute.
“I am tired! I am trying to relax!”
“Nay, please try to understand-”
“Understand what?! I am a busy man Y/N! I have a career! I am not always able to be at home and now you know that! But here you are, being selfish and only over thinking about yourself. Burdening me with the stupidest of things and acting as dishes!”
You were speechless. He had never yelled at you like that. Once he saw the distraught look on your face, he regretted everything he said in the heat of the moment.
“Hayati. I-”
“Nayef, don’t. Please.” You mumbled weakly, avoiding his eyes. You didn’t want him to see the tears that were slowly cascading down your face.
“I didn…”
“Save it.”
With frustration rising like lava, you walked away leaving Nayef in the kitchen.
In that moment, Nayef knew he had royally fucked up. He let out a loud sigh of regret and grabbed his keys to head to Kurt’s house. Nayef slammed the door, leaving you in solitude.
You began to feel guilty for the way you approached the situation. You sat on the sofa, letting all the salty tears fall, not caring if they ruined your cashmere pillows that were adorned on your sofa. Every emotion you had bottled up, flowed freely. What was worse was that there was no one to comfort you. Your only source of comfort and safety had walked out.
You have been having a hard time at work recently. You worked as a social media manager for a luxury clothing brand, which was your dream job, but you wanted to quit because you’ve had to do all of the work for the end-of-year Fashion Exhibition that your incompetent coworkers decided that they didn’t want to partake in. Meaning you had to work overtime, even on your days off and create the campaign by yourself. Even if it was completed by yourself, your department would still take most of the credit. Which you have had enough of. You contemplated telling your boss, but you know that would not end well. You had kept this all from Nayef as you did not want to burden him with your struggles as he has his own struggles with the media criticising him as a player and blaming him for West Ham not having a good season. You were angry with yourself that you were being selfish and only thinking about yourself.
Anxious, but dangerous thoughts kept on piling in your head: making you go slowly insane.
Nayef is going to leave you.
You can’t even have a normal conversation with him.
Do you think with that attitude you are going to keep him?
He still loves you.
He doesn’t. You’re a burden, a baggage. Nayef could do with so much better.
All the negative thoughts were drowning out the positives ones, making your heart clench and making you feel ill. You just laid on your sofa, motionless. Hearing nothing but your loud cries.
…
Nayef was at Kurt’s house, feeling sick to his stomach for the way he talked to you. He had promised to speak to you with tenderness and kindness, but he had broken that promise. Over something as small as dishes. The guilt was piling up. Especially now that Kurt’s wife, Sandra was going in on him.
“Ya Kelb, you must be insane for talking to her like that! She is your wife! Kon andak hchouma.” Sandra scolded, with Kurt just nodding his head, agreeing with his wife.
“I know.” Nayef looked downed, feeling ashamed.
Sandra looked at Nayef’s sad expression and then looked back at Kurt who had the same sympathetic expression. They both understand Nayef’s guilt and that what he said was just in the heat of the moment and he truly did not mean anything.
“Nayef, I understand the way Y/N spoke to you was not the best and you have the stress of the team on your shoulders, but yelling was not the answer,” Sandra advised, “Especially when Y/N is not doing well right now.”
“She what?” Nayef was shocked.
“Y/N has been having an awful time at work with the end of year fashion exhibition. She has been running around, doing it all by herself. It has taken a huge toll on her.” Sandra replied, “I know the client personally, so I’ll have to send an email of complaint about her department. Those idiots.”
Nayef was shocked to hear about your struggles from a different person. He was hurt that you were struggling and that he couldn’t do anything about it. “But why wouldn’t she tell me? I would listen to everything she would say.”
Sandra sighed, “You know Y/N. She doesn’t like to tell us about her problems and West Ham are not having a great season.”
“So, she didn’t want to say anything… because of me and my selfishness?”
Sandra slightly nodded. Now, he realised that his wife, the love of his life was not the one being selfish: It was Nayef. He never expected that a small dispute could be He knew he had to talk to Y/N and make things right.
…
“Nayef. Where are you going?”
“I’m leaving.”
“Why? I thought we were okay?”
You started crying, pulling on his shirt, trying to stop him from leaving. Just like people have in the past. Nayef’s gaze was emotionless, avoiding your eyes which were glazed with hurt, pain and trauma.
“Nayef, talk to me. Please.”
Nayef took a deep sigh and looked at you with hatred in his eyes.
“I hate you. I always will. You have made me despise you, because of how much you burden me. Always crying. Always blubbering. Always shutting me out. I can’t handle it anymore. Hopefully, you will find someone who will be able to deal with you. I can’t. Now let me go.” He replied with venom in his voice.
He pushed past you, picking up his suitcase, nudging you away. You started screaming, begging him not to leave you.”
“Nayef! Please don’t leave me!” You screamed, repeatedly.
“Y/N!”
“Nayef! I am sorry! Don’t go! I need you!”
“Y/N!”
You woke up in shock with your body shaking from the adrenaline rush that the nightmare gave you. Soon, you began to calm down from a familiar comforting scent that surrounded you.
“Nay?”
“I’m here, hbiba. I’m not going anywhere.” His whisper made you melt even further into his embrace.
“I’m so sorry Nay. For the argument I caused.” You apologised with a weak whisper.
Nayef looked at you with adoration and love in his eyes and kissed your forehead, which fluttered your heart.
Nayef apologised with sadness, “No hbiba, I am sorry. I should have considered your feelings more. I am sorry for calling you selfish, when this whole time I was being selfish. Only caring about my problems and leaving you to struggle by yourself. Sandra told me about what has been happening at work. You have done nothing wrong.”
Nayef takes his hands into yours, “Ghzalin, remember our wedding night where we sat in bed, talking about how excited we were for the future?”
“Of course, omri,” You smiled gently, “It was the most magical day of my life.”
“I promised you certain things and I broke them.” Nayef choked on his words, trying to not cry, “I am so sorry Hayati. I promised you that I will protect you and your heart. I broke that promise. I promised that I will always talk to you with respect and a gentle tone. I broke that promise. Hearing that you were struggling from someone else other than you hurt me. I never want to see you hurt.”
“I’m sorry for not telling you. I know you and the team have been struggling I was scared that you were going to abandon me….”
“Hayati, I could give less of a crap about how we’re struggling with the league. It’s upsetting that we are not doing well, but you are more important than football. I would never abandon you. I will never leave you. Please never think that. I am always here for you. When you struggle, we will struggle together. I will do better with the household chores and not neglect you. But please, promise that you will not bottle up your feelings whenever you have a struggle.”
“I promise.” You gave Nayef a soft kiss.
Nayef kissed you back with affection. The kiss washed your anxieties away like a wave in the vast ocean. His hands caressed your waist pulling you closer. He refused to let you go. Not now. Not ever. You looked into his eyes, signalling that you forgave him, and he smiled, telling you that he has forgiven you. Even though, you will still have small disputes in the future: Nothing will be able to put you two apart.
> fcbupdates: She is not really active on social media. Also she is supporting her man in real life. She doesn't need our validation
>> jvnscjvfveksma : @fcbupdates EXACTLY! People have become so entitled.
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pedri: We did it hermano!!!!
> ericgm3: We did!!!
pedriupdates: It is kind of a red flag that Eric posts Y/N all the time, but she does not bother... kind of giving Gold-digger vibes.
> user69687: Exactly. Like support your man! Poor Eric doesn't see he is being maniuplated :(
> user3844: You lot learn buzzwords from TikTok and love to run with it.
>> ericgarciafan: @user3844 it is so weird. Do they not realise that she hasn't posted since 22...
>>> user3844: they are that dumb lol
>> ericgm3: You are so lucky that my lawyer is on vacation.
Ericgm3: Happy 24th birthday to the Morticia to my Gomez.
The Princess to my Prince. The woman I am going to make my wife. Since I have met you all those years ago when we were 13, I knew you were the one. Even before we starting dating.
You were there for every achievement, setback and everything in between. I am so lucky that I get to be yours.
You have shaped me into the version of Eric that I love and everyday I promise to be better and better.
Mi Estrella, I love everything about you. Please never
I know you won't see this birthday message until you finish with university (my woman is an intellectual), but know I am obsessed with you and I love you. I would rearrange the constellations if you wanted me too.
I love you.
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lauraabla: Happy birthday queen!!!!!
useruser3873475839459: Shitting tears rn
pablogavi: I usually have something negative to say, but it is her birthday... so I'll let this slide for now. Happy birthday Y/N
usrrrname: She is so mysterious that the only way we know she is alive is if Eric posts her😭
alexandraleclerc: Such a beautiful birthday message! Happy birthday Y/N ♥
fcbupdates: Eric speaking about the hate his fiancée Y/N is currently getting on the Ziemlich beste Fremde with Laura Able and Ceddo.
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"So, let's talk about Y/N." Laura stated.
"Ah, my favourite subject." Eric Smiled.
"So, fans have noticed how in love you are with her..."
"Definitely an understatement." Eric laughed.
"She has been getting a lot of attention. As she should; but people are hating on her for not... posting you? I personally find it weird, because Y/N and I see each other all the time - because of Dani and you- and whenever we are around you two, you guys are obsessed with each other. It's the real life Morticia and Gomez Addams. I have a lot of unkind words for those fuckers who hate on her, but what do you have to say, Eric?"
Eric cleared his throat, "First of all, all of those people who have sent death threats to my girlfriend in my comments; I have your usernames and my lawyer will deal with you. Second, if people rubbed their singular braincell and looked at my wife's account, it would say that she hasn't uploaded since 2022.
When she got accepted into University, she decided to delete her social media apps, so she can fully focus on her studies. It doesn't work for a lot of people, but it works for her. She is going to be more active on social media soon, because she is almost done. I am so proud of her her work and she can change the world honestly."
"'Wife?!' I am fangirling!"
"Honestly, now that we got engaged; calling my Y/N 'fiancée' is not enough. I just hope people stop hating on her; I do not have to sue more people."
"What does she think about the hate?"
"She honestly doesn't give a shit. She's not the type of person to care about what people say. But, I get infuriated with people creating little fantasies in their head to try to bring someone down. People have apologised for what they have said, but my lawyer is still coming for them."'
Get you a man who defends you!!!
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pablogavi: Saying 'People have apologised for what they have said, but my lawyer is still coming for them' with that diabolical smile is CRAZY!!!
ferranshark dear lord, can I get my own Eric Garcia? Even in my next life
> ferrantorres: Aren't you meant to be MY fanpage? 😐😒.
>> ferranshark: The heart wants what it wants ig
lauraabla: *sighs* I want someone to love me like that
Football (Might add more players or write other players that you want to request:
Eric Garcia- Fc Barcelona
Nayef Aguerd- Marseille
Michael Olise - Bayern Munich
Omar Marmoush - Manchester City
Kylian Mbappé- Real Madrid
Jude Bellingham- Real Madrid
Kenan Yildiz- Juventus
Sergio Ramos- Former Real Madrid
Josko Gvardiol- Manchester City
Abdessamad 'Abde' Ezzalzouli- Real Betis
Djed Spence- Tottenham Hotspur
Lucas Bergvall- Tottenham Hotspur
Footballers I REFUSE to write for:
Cristiano Ronaldo
Lionel Messi
Thibaut Courtois
Memphis Depay
Harry Kane
Yassine Bounou
F1 Drivers I will write for:
Lewis Hamilton
(Maybe I'll write for a few other drivers on the grid)
F1 Drivers I will not write for:
The Aston Martin Drivers
Requests are Open!!!!
Rules for requesting:
If you want to request something, please give me a small paragraph or be specific. I will not write your request if your request is just 'fluff for Bellingham'. BE SPECIFIC.
Do not be rude and ask when I am updating- I also have a life outside of social media and this is a fun hobby because I want to have some whimsy.
I haven't decided if I want to write smut, but I can do suggestive content- like a make out session
Please be imaginative: I don't mind writing about a vampire au! (for example)
DO NOT REQUEST ANYTHING TO DO WITH VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN- SUCH AS R/A/PE, MURDER. We are living in scary times where crimes against women and romanticising abuse (I'm looking at you Haunting Adeline) will get you blocked immediately!!!!!
Do not request anything SCAT PLAY, GUN PLAY, VOMITING ON SOMEONE FOR PLEASURE, golden showers, cnc or incest because I will block you.
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I hope you enjoy yourselves on this page and I will see you in my next posts!
Football (Might add more players or write other players that you want to request:
Eric Garcia- Fc Barcelona
Nayef Aguerd- Marseille
Michael Olise - Bayern Munich
Omar Marmoush - Manchester City
Kylian Mbappé- Real Madrid
Jude Bellingham- Real Madrid
Kenan Yildiz- Juventus
Sergio Ramos- Former Real Madrid
Josko Gvardiol- Manchester City
Abdessamad 'Abde' Ezzalzouli- Real Betis
Djed Spence- Tottenham Hotspur
Lucas Bergvall- Tottenham Hotspur
Footballers I REFUSE to write for:
Cristiano Ronaldo
Lionel Messi
Thibaut Courtois
Memphis Depay
Harry Kane
Yassine Bounou
F1 Drivers I will write for:
Lewis Hamilton
(Maybe I'll write for a few other drivers on the grid)
F1 Drivers I will not write for:
The Aston Martin Drivers
Requests are Open!!!!
Rules for requesting:
If you want to request something, please give me a small paragraph or be specific. I will not write your request if your request is just 'fluff for Bellingham'. BE SPECIFIC.
Do not be rude and ask when I am updating- I also have a life outside of social media and this is a fun hobby because I want to have some whimsy.
I haven't decided if I want to write smut, but I can do suggestive content- like a make out session
Please be imaginative: I don't mind writing about a vampire au! (for example)
DO NOT REQUEST ANYTHING TO DO WITH VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN- SUCH AS R/A/PE, MURDER. We are living in scary times where crimes against women and romanticising abuse (I'm looking at you Haunting Adeline) will get you blocked immediately!!!!!
Do not request anything SCAT PLAY, GUN PLAY, VOMITING ON SOMEONE FOR PLEASURE, golden showers, cnc or incest because I will block you.
Rules on this page:
1. if you're racist or display any discriminatory behaviours, you're getting blocked immediately.
2. If you have a problem with the fact that I write black! reader or POC!Reader, then go somewhere else.
I hope you enjoy yourselves on this page and I will see you in my next posts!
"B-but Palestinians can get their freedom with peace not violence 🥺🥺" no. Screw your feelings. The armed resistance against colonizers and murderers is what will give Palestinians their freedom and what will eventually achieve real peace.
An enemy that bombs and uses white phosphorus against civilians doesn't know nor practice what your broken moral compass describes as "peace". Freedom was proven throughout history not to be achieved through kneeling and asking the oppressor to kindly stop. Freedom needs to be taken by force. Your little Utopian way of thinking doesn't work in the real world. Your feelings don't matter because you're not the one living under occupation. Your feelings don't matter because you're not one of the thousands of children who lost their limbs. You're not one of the children who became orphans due to this genocide. You're not the mother who lost her child to the carpet bombing. You're not the father carrying the remains of your child in plastic bags. You're not the newlywed woman who lost her husband. You're not the one at risk of either getting killed any second or losing your loved ones in the blink of an eye!
"Peace" is not really a thing you see during a live ethnic cleansing!
Peace will never liberate oppression. It just won't, and if you think it will, you're too ignorant of history to be involved in this conversation.
Not once has "please stop oppressing us" made an oppressor go "aw, shit, my bad, sorry bro". Oppressors want power. They don't want equality. If someone is willing to murder in order to prevent you from having equality, they won't care if you ask from that equality "peacefully". They'll take it as an opportunity to murder you and make an example of you to make everyone else fear the same fate, thus allowing the oppressor to keep their power.
Equal rights are taken, not given. Peace was never an option, and that was decided the day Israel first began displacing, oppressing, and terrorizing Palestine when they took over and colonized the country for their own Zionist views.
I gotta know what's so hard about these people saying free Palestine? What are you afraid of? I bet they're not as afraid as them kids who have to wake up each day not knowing if they're going to be bombed or not
it's very disheartening to see that Palestine or Gaza is no longer the highest trending tag on Tumblr so early on in Global Strike week, especially considering how many people have said they still need to work and buy food (100% valid, by the way). don't lose momentum. keep talking about what's happening. keep reblogging and sharing useful resources and information. we need the Palestinian people to know that we see what's happening to them, we care about what's happening to them and we stand with them. Percy Jackson and Tumblr Live are no where near as important as the genocide of Palestinian people.
My entire twitter feed is people in Rafah saying they’re terrified, saying their good byes, and asking us to remember them in our prayers. Rafah is facing a massacre. It’s a genocide. We will not know the number of deaths until the morning.