okay I have an idea for jobe, Jude, or kylian Mbappe or all three where you do the prank where you ask them if they are allowed to get dessert or like a pasta instead of a salad or something like that I think that would be really fun! And maybe it be in front of their team or parents or something! Thanks
ALLOWED w/ l. yamal, k. mbappe, & ju. bellingham
inwhich! you pull the “am i allowed to have __” prank on your boyfriend his front of his closest people.
frannytalks! HAPPY BIRTHDAY LA NIÑA MALA!! i was supposed to upload two things for him today, but i got so caught up, i apologize. :’) (also i replaced jobe with lamine since its his bday, but more jobe content coming soon!) don’t forget to join my taglist(s) here!
lamine yamal (birthday boy!)
you had taken lamine and his immediate family out to dinner for his birthday. lamine was always the sweetest and most loving boyfriend to you, you had zero complaints other than the amount of time he’d spend on football.
you surprised him with a fancy restaurant that he’d been wanting to try for at least a year now, but never did because he said it was too much money. kenye was ecstatic and his parents were surprised, but not too surprised since they know how much you love him.
the waiter came by to ask for drinks, you made sure to give lamine a certain look when you told the waiter you wanted water. you noticed his mother looked over and squinted her eyes slightly, but didn’t say anything just yet.
“so, how have you two been, with the whole moving in situation?” lamine’s mother asked as the waiter made his way out.
you look over to lamine, pretending you need his permission to speak, he gives you a confused nod and you take that as a green light, “it’s been good, still needs decorating though.”
she nods suspiciously and his dad steps in, “and with his football schedule?” he asks.
lamine talks this time, “she’s been enjoying it, more time to herself with me annoying her,” he jokes, winking at you, you give a short laugh and nod.
the waiter finally made his way back and asked for our orders, you waited until everyone took theirs to do your prank. you bit your lip and looked over to lamine nervously.
“am i allowed to get the pasta this time?” you ask with pleading eyes.
lamine’s face immediately dropped and turned white, the waiter paused, and his mother immediately spoke, “lamine yamal nasraoui ebana.” she said in a stern voice.
“get whatever you want honey,” she smiled at you, “get her the pasta, thank you.” she told the waiter as he nodded and left again.
“lamine what is wrong with you?” she said, furrowing her eyebrows.
his dad spoke up, “that is not the way you treat your woman, son.” he shook his head no, disappointed.
“what!? i don’t know what she’s talking about!” he defended himself, looking at you in shock.
“you told me to lay off a few pounds the other week.” you mumbled.
he almost laughed, “what? you’re out of your mind.”
lamine’s father stood up and started to walk towards the other side where you two were sitting, you immediately waved your hands close to your chest.
“no, no, it’s just a prank!” you said nervously, “i’m sorry.”
his mom let out a grateful sigh, “you scared me!” she said, putting her hand on her chest.
lamine put his hand on your thigh, “i’m eating half of your pasta.” he whispered.
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kylian mbappe
kylian had invited you to have lunch with his team before he went off to training in madrid for a while, you obviously accepted, but you weren’t letting him go without pulling a prank on him.
your salad had arrived first, before everyone else’s meal and you poked at it for a few seconds. then, you quietly looked over at kylian.
“can i ask you something?” you spoke just loud enough for him to hear.
he looked up from his pasta that had just arrived, “yeah?”
you lowered your voice, “i don’t really want the salad anymore.”
he shrugged, “that’s okay.”
you looked toward the waiter walking past, “i kind of want the truffle pasta instead.”
he smiled, rubbing your lower back, “then order it.” he nodded towards the waiter.
you hesitated, “are you sure you’re okay with that?”
he instantly frowned, giving you a confused look, “why wouldn’t i be?”
you shifted in your seat, “because it’s a lot heavier than this.”
“and?” he said, this time patting your thigh, looking at his teammates, scared.
you looked down at your salad, “i know you’ve been trying to get me to eat a little cleaner.” you said, making sure it was loud enough for everyone to hear.
then, conversation around the table stopped, and vinícius slowly lowered his fork.
rodrygo looked directly at kylian. “bro?”
kylian looked around the table, and back at you, betrayed, “i have been trying to what!?”
you held in your laugh, “i just didn’t want you thinking i wasn’t listening.”
vinícius leaned back in his chair, “kylian.” he said, while giving him a dirty look, “she eats ‘clean’ enough, look at her.”
jude smiles at you, “why are you controlling what your girl eats, mate?”
“no, i’m not controlling what she eats!” kylian raised his voice slightly, pleading.
camavinga stared at him, “oh, so you’re just one of those ‘just have a salad’ guys?” he asked.
“absolutely not!” he said, laughing out of disbelief, “she’s lying to you all!”
rodrygo shook his head, “that’s awful, kylian.”
jude couldn’t stop smiling, sensing it wasn’t true, “mate, if this is true, you’re finished.”
“i promise on everything, i have never once told her what to eat.” he laughs, throwing up his hands.
you looked up at him, “so i can order the pasta?” you ask, finally laughing into his shoulder, lifting up your phone to show you were recording.
“now, i don’t know if you can.” he rolls his eyes and pats your head.
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jude bellingham
the waiter smiled politely as he finished taking everyone’s food order. he looked around the table one last time before writing down the last few drinks.
“anything else?” he asked, tapping his pen on the notepad.
you looked at the menu again. your finger grazed absentmindedly against the list of drinks before you turned toward jude.
“i was thinking about getting one of those strawberry refreshers.” you spoke quietly.
he nodded without even looking up, “okay love.”
you hesitated, trying to make it believable, “are you sure?” you asked softly, “that it’s okay i mean.”
jude looked over at you, “yeah?” he answered, confused.
you glanced back at the waiter, “it’s got like sixty grams of sugar.” you pause for a second, and now his whole family is looking at you, “i know you’ve been telling me i should probably cut back a little.”
jude’s eyebrows practically disappeared into his hairline, “i’ve been telling you what?” he asked.
you nod, closing your lips together, “i just wanted to check first.”
the waiter awkwardly lowered his pen, looking between you two.
denise slowly turned toward her son, “jude victor william.”
then this father closed the menu in his hands shut, “is there something you’d like to tell us?” he asked calmly.
“what!?” jude said, his eyes widening.
joke smirked, definitely aware of the prank you were pulling on him, “hold on, he leaned forward, “are you rationing her drinks?” he asked.
“no!” jude answered immediately, nodding his head left and right.
you bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling as you watched denise cross her arms.
“because i raised you to mind your own plate.” she said, raising her eyebrows and giving him a look.
mark nodded in agreement, “your mother doesn’t even tell me what i can order, let alone me telling her!”
jude looked between all three of them, “i have literally never told her she can’t drink anything!”
you looked down at the menu again, “so, the refresher’s okay then?” you asked quietly.
he stared at you, “baby, you can order whatever you want, whenever.” he laughs, “hell, you could order four of them.”
jobe couldn’t help but laugh, but he tried to play it off by looking away and wiping his face.
jude pointed at his younger brother, “he’s cracking,” he said, squinting his eyes at you.
“you’re supposed to be helping me!” you said in between your teeth while giving him a light kick under the table.
“i couldn’t help it! you should’ve seen his face.” jobe grinned, “best laugh i’ve had in a while.”
you finally picked up your phone from against your glass, “thank you.” you laughed.
jude saw the recording and closed his eyes shut, “i cannot believe my entire family thought i was policing your sugar intake.”
mark reached over and patted him on the shoulder, “i’ll be honest,” he said clearing his throat, “i was about thirty seconds away from having a private father-son conversation.”
jude’s face dropped and the whole table laughed, you clung onto his arm, giving him a couple pecks to make him feel better before whispering in his ear, “i’m sorry.”
my friend — World Cup players summary: in which you attempt to prank them by calling them “my friend”. pairing: wc players x reader (jude bellingham, erling haaland, john stones, lamine yamal, & kylian mbappe) warnings: fluff + one minor hint of consensual activities but nothing in detail a/n: saw this trend on tik tok xx luv u all
ERLING HAALAND
his face slackens. did you just call him friend? he couldn’t believe it. moving his eyes off the camera, he looks at you. you continued on like nothing happened, smiling happily into the camera while you showed off the new clothing items you bought.
“friend?” he says with evident disgust that makes your stomach drop. “I’m not your fucking friend.” he glares at you, heat spreading up and down your body under his glare.
“it’s just a prank, baby.”
“better fucking be.” he snaps, his thumb pressing the button to stop recording, “I’m about to show you how unfriendly I am. get on your knees.”
KYLIAN MBAPPE
“who?” he turns in both directions searching for this “friend” who was going to help you unbox your pr. coming up empty, he looks back at the phone camera, and points at his chest, “I’m the friend?” he asks, alarmed.
“well yeah we’re friends.” you say, turning your back to the camera and looking up at him. he’s seated on the couch behind you. his eyes are piercing into yours with anger and confusion.
“I’m your boyfriend, I’m not some casual friend.”
“babe, it’s just a prank.”
“redo the video, I’m not letting anyone see you call me friend.”
JUDE BELLINGHAM
“huh?!” he nearly jumps out of his own skin at the word. he could’ve sworn years ago he asked you to be his girlfriend, but now standing beside you in a video, he can’t help but wonder if it was all in his head.
“you know I’m your boyfriend.” jude whispered, just loud enough for the camera to pick up the words, but soft enough for you to stop what you were doing.
“but we are friends?”
scoffing at your innocence, he shakes his head, “I don’t think friends do what we do in bed—“
“jude!” you smack him with your hand, face turning bright red.
“yeah,” he points his index finger at the camera, slightly shoving you out of view, “that’s my girlfriend, we are not friends.”
JOHN STONES
looking down at the expensive silver medal wrapped around his finger, he looks up into the camera with confusion. sure, you vowed to be friends and more intimately, life partners, but there was no way in hell you were just friends.
“rewind for a sec,” he puts his hand out as a gesture of pausing, “aren’t we married?” he looks down at the gigantic diamond resting on your finger that nearly blinds him every morning in the sunrise. he sure as shit didn’t cry to you in a white dress just to be friends.
“yeah?” you ask, playing confused.
“so why the fuck am I your friend?”
laughing, you shake your head, “it’s just a prank, John.”
relief washes over him as he presses his hand to his pounding heart, “thank fuck.”
LAMINE YAMAL
he instantly picks his head up from his phone. friend? he was the only person in the room, there was no one else here beside your boyfriend.
“what did you just call me?” he asks. you were out of view from the camera, changing into one of your outfits that was an option you’d show the camera to wear to his upcoming match.
“my friend. you’re going to help me decide what to wear.”
shaking his head, he threw down his phone in frustration, “is this because I wouldn’t massage your feet?” he asks, thinking this was such a weird way to get back at him but he wouldn’t be surprised if so.
“what? no, it’s just a prank.” you laugh. walking over to him, you sit down on his lap, “though now come to think of it, you should massage my feet or else I’m posting the video.” you point to the phone that’s been recording the entire conversation.
