#realmadrid

pairings: BELLINGHAM BROTHERS X NEPO BABY! READER

faceclaim: AVANTIKA VANDANAPU

warning/s: its kinda corny i think reader is 1 or 2 years older than jobe

summary: your close friend jude bellingham likes you, but you think his little brother is cuter...

authors note: sore throat freakin sucks... working on pt 2 of this right nowwww

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CHAPTER 1 — PART ONE : BEFORE THE WORLD DECIDED

Author’s note: this is my first idea for a fanfiction like this, and i’m writing it as i go. i’d really love feedback or thoughts as the story unfolds. I will try my best to update ASAP. 🤍

You meet Kylian before the world decides who he is.

Before the cameras learn his angles. Before his name becomes something people chant instead of say— something stitched onto jerseys instead of spoken softly.

Back then, he’s just Ky— the boy who shows up late with untied laces and a grin like he already knows how the story ends, even if no one else does.

You are thirteen.

Your name is Simran.

Born and raised in France, bilingual without thinking about it, already writing things down like you’re afraid they’ll disappear if you don’t. You sit on cold metal bleachers with homework spread across your lap— math problems half-finished, calculator in hand— while he runs drills below.

His legs move faster than your pencil. Faster than sense.

Every time he scores, he looks up. Always. Like it only counts if you saw it happen.

You always do.

“Did you finish?” he asks later, collapsing beside you, breathless, forehead damp with sweat brushing your shoulder.

“You didn’t,” you reply.

He groans. “I scored twice.”

“That is not algebra.”

He laughs— wide, careless, unguarded— and leans closer so you can explain it. His knee presses against yours. His arm stays there.

It’s nothing.

It’s always been nothing.

That’s what you tell yourself.

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Then he goes pro.

And the world takes him with it.

Contracts arrive. Schedules tighten. Calls become shorter, then rarer. At first, you text— updates, jokes, things that remind him of home.

Then weeks slip by.

Then months.

No fight. No goodbye. Just distance doing what distance does best.

You stay.

You study English and psychology. You write— essays, stories, things you see and feel. Your life grows quieter, deliberate, rooted.

His explodes outward.

You watch him on screens sometimes. You pretend it doesn’t feel strange to see a boy you once knew reduced to headlines and chants.

You tell yourself this is normal.

That people don’t stay thirteen forever.

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Years later, Madrid is supposed to be temporary.

A move for the writing.

A change of air.

A city where no one knows your name.

Your editor— who became a father figure after your own passed— encourages you to start over in Madrid. He says it gently, but often, like a mantra: depression can’t hit a moving target. He repeats it until you almost believe it.

They rent you a beautiful apartment. Soft, solid floors that don’t creak under your weight. A slow elevator that always smells faintly of lemon and clean linen. Hallways so perfectly lit— never too bright, never dim. Even the garage feels untouched, as if nothing bad has ever happened there.

It all feels intentional. Carefully chosen. Safe.

One evening, you catch the lift just as the doors are closing.

You slip inside at the last second, breath barely caught, eyes still fixed on your phone. Your thumb scrolls without purpose. You don’t look up.

You’re tired— from the workday, from the introductions, from learning new names and pretending they’ll stick. From moving into a new office, a new routine, a new life. From the quiet fear of what this city might ask of you before it gives anything back.

You don’t notice who’s already inside.

“What floor?”

The voice is familiar in a way that doesn’t register yet.

“Twelve,” you answer politely, distracted.

The elevator starts moving.

Halfway up, something pulls at you. Instinct. Memory. The weight of a name you haven’t said out loud in years.

You look up.

He is taller. Broader. Sharper around the edges. But his eyes—

His eyes are the same.

“Simran?”

It lands between you like dropped glass.

“Ky?” you whisper, breath catching before you can stop it.

He laughs softly, stunned. “Wow. I thought I was imagining things.”

You stare at each other, suspended between floors and time— thirteen and grown, past and present colliding in a space too small to contain it.

“You live here?” he asks.

“Apparently,” you say, still trying to breathe.

“Me too.”

Of course he does.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you can join me in the next part. 🤍💌 |

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A little snippet from the end of a 4000 word oneshot I wrote. I thought the whole story was too messy, but let me know if you want to see the whole thing. It’s fluffy and sweet, so enjoy!

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The tv played with his highlights. She couldn't see it, only the flashes of green, and his name being shouted over and over again. The name he kept trying to convince her to take. She'd taken to tracing her finger across his hairline, but was quickly redirected to his jaw. He warned her he'd just gotten enhancements. She obliged, just so she could study every part of his face. His mahogany eyes, his smooth nose, the lines on his forehead that dissapeared when he looked at her. His lips, how plump they were and how much she lingered about them. She pulled at the corners of his lips with her pinky finger just to see him bare his teeth, like a dog at the vet. His pearly whites were just another pretty part of him.

"Is that the only part you know." He pressed those soft lips against her knuckle, lacing her fingers with the shine of that expensive lip balm he used. Her own smile grew as she watched his. "I love you." His voice rumbled, he moved her pyjama bottoms down only slightly as he rested his chin on her lower pelvic bone. She winced only the slightest at the unfamiliar pressure, she learned to love it fast, as it was he who created it.

It was only now she realised it was a phrase they hadn't exchanged before, the feeling it had on her was one of a foreign origin. They'd been joined by law, and she'd never once said it to him. Did she even feel it. That word. No one's ever said it, and meant it, maybe boyfriends when she was younger, she didn't remember her parents. It was just him. And he didn't want anything for it. Just meant it.

"Say it again." Her voice was low as she played with the hair she'd been warned off already. He kissed her hip bone, looking back up.

"I love you, with everything I have." It's like she heard him through her bones.

"Will you love me like this tomorrow?" He hummed. She felt it through her whole body.

"I'll love you more." He clasped her hand kissing it again, and again, the shine now reflecting the green light from the television. "One day you'll believe it. But we have forever for that." She held his chin, ushering him closer. The sheets ruffled and the bed dipped as his hands pushed in the mattress besides her as he hovered.

The pair moved like puzzle pieces, adjusting until they found their harmony. His breath pattered against the space below her jaw as his head rested there heavy and warm. The love he bestowed to her slow and gentle, made her mind slip away. Any guard she had up slipped from underneath her, as his arms clasped around her and hers him. She moved his head, only for a moment. His eyes flickered in the way that made her stomach whirl as he found her line of sight. His skin glistened with sweat as she held his face up.

The one thing the past proved is that each of these matches will be a battle:) The key as always isn't style of play or club brands or statistical reviews or gambling odds, it will be execution.

Summary: Kylian Mbappé x reader, your relationship chances after Kylian’s move to Real Madrid, is there a way to get this back were they’ve been before?

Tw: angst a little, fluff, mentions of having sex, just being together in the shower, no smut.

Word count: 1918

A/n: english is not my first language so there might be some writting and spelling errors, you can kindly give me a note about those!❤️

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You and Kylian have been together for almost three years now. You started dating turning his PSG times in early 2022. You met at a party we’re you were with your friends, who were friends with Kylian’s teammate Achraf Hakimi. You fell in love instantly and been really in love every since, until his dream came true.

”Kylian Mbappè is singing contract with Real Madrid this summer, after he annonced in May that hes going to leave from Psg and now singing contract with the club of his childhood dream.”

You were so happy for him, he was too and you couldn’t wait the new life in Madrid with him. You moved to Madrid in June, the house was huge and beautiful, Kylian told you that he would get everything you wanted into that house to make you feel home. So you thats what you did, you got your dream couch, dinning table and huge ass closet for all of your clothes, bags and other accessories. You were so happy and life in Madrid started so goodly, other Girlfriends and Wifes were so nice and you got along with them very well. You and Kylian were so happy with your new life and everything went so well until the season fully got started.

The first games with Real madrid back in August 2024 were so much passion and exiting in both of you, Kylian showed the world that he was good enough to be there and deserved it. The time was intense and training got more time out of yours together. You started feeling little bit lonely, he was training all the time, playing at teammates houses, at away games, you got it, you just missed him and your time as a couple.

Time passed your converstation got smaller everytime, day by day, week by week, until your daily talks was just something about the day, good mornings and nights.

Then finally after weeks you had a chance to go with Kylian to watch Real madrid play against Liverpool at Anfield. You were so happy to go support him out off home and so was him, you thought this would bring little bit your relathinship together.

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”Bèbe, are you ready? I leaved my shirt in the bed, remember to wear it.” Kylian says while walking into the bathroom of your hotelroom and hugging you by the waist, while you were getting ready to the match.

You sigh, ”yeah almost, could you text to Ethan that im little bit late, so he dosen’t have to hurry to pick me up?” Kylian giggles little into you neck, he nods and pick ups your phone on the sink and opens it with his fingerprint you had put into your phone. He choose whatsApp and theres open chat, but not with Ethan, with a woman named Rose.

He dosen’t regonize the name so he asks, ”who’s Rose? And why are you talking about our sex life with her?” He asks you showing the texts. You snap the phone of his hands and go to yours and Ethans texts like you told him to do. ”it’s nothing, no one, i told you to text Ethan not to read my texts” you say little bit pissed off while tapping the texts to his little brother. He huffs, ”Yeah i know im sorry, but the texts were open already, couldn’t you at least tell me who is she?” He says trying to get your attention.

You set your phone back to the sink and continue doing your makeup, while complete ingnoring hes question. Hes still standing next to you, watching you, ”well i have to get going, maybe we need sex to get your attitude back on trail.” Kylian says and walks out off the bathroom, after few minutes he yealls goodbyes to you from the door and the door shuts.

Silence, your biggest enemy. You hate it. It remindes you at home, back at Madrid were you feel the most lonely than ever.

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You arrived to Anfield with Ethan about half an hour before the game starts, so you had good time to find your seats and use the restroom quigly. After finding your way to the seats you spot Kylian warming up at the field. Hes talking with Jude and Aurèlien, when they’re heads turns into your direction, Kylian gives you little wave and sends you kiss, you send him back and then he starts walking towards the tunnel with the boys.

The refree whislest the game start and your heartbeat starts get up. The first half goes quit good, with 0-0. You get up on your seat and tell Ethan that your going to get some snack and then come back. While your in the lounge area you hit to someone, Saffie Khan Curtis Jones girlfriend.

”Oh god im sorry didn’t look at all, you okay?” She speaks with her accent, while keeping you stady on your feet. ”Yeahh im okay, i didn’t look either so sorry, phone kept my eyes out off the world” you say while sharing little laugh with her. You speak with her for a while and also go get some little snack before the other half starts.

You laugh with your mouth full of some pie you found with Saffie, ”oh god im lost of breath, thats so weird how could someone say something like that strait to someone.” still laughing, Saffie try her best to even getting a word out her mouth, ”yeahh i was thing the, like how could you, clad now it’s just too funny,” she finally gets to say, ”we should go get back to the seats the game starts in two minutes,” she says looking at her watch. You take your purse and give her little hug, then heading back to your seat.

The other half dosen’t go as wanted, Liverpool scores at 52 minutes in, then Camavinga gets injured at the 56 minutes, then the most baddest thing that can happen happens. Kylian misses his penalty, your heartbreaks and you just know how sad and dissapointed he will be after the game. The game ends into 2-0 to Liverpool and the Anfield is happier than ever, but your not you know how this will affect to your sweetest boyfriend, even when he did his best.

You and Ethan gather your things and messages pops into your phone.

Kyks❤️:

”Going with the team see you at hotel.”

You:

”okay, you did good babe im super proud of you❤️”

Kyks❤️:

”thanks”

You can see his face and feel his feelings throught the phone, you put your phone into your purse and look back up meeting Ethan’s eyes, ”Hes fine, you know Kyky he gets back on his feet after few days, just give him time and your love.” He says while giving you a hug, you just humm into his shoulder. You then walk to the car, driving your way to the hotel.

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You get in to your room before Kylian so decided to hop in the shower and change into your pyjamas after that. When your middle of your shower you hear someone open the door of your room, it can’t be Kylian yet? You think, ”its me!” you hear Kylian yell, like he would have hear you thoughts. ”im in the shower, almost ready!” You yell to him into the bathroom.

After few minutes you hear the bathroom door open, you turn your head only to see you shirtless boyfriend his shirt in his hand standing in front of you. ”Hey baby, i would give you a hug but im super wet, lemme get out so you can have shower” you say to him turning the shower off. While your stepping out Kylian comes over you taking you into his arms hugging you tightly, you immediatly take him into your arms hugging him so tight like he would vanish if you let go.

You stay there for good five minutes just in each others arms, Kylian lose ups a little just to have look at you, but still arms thightly around your waist, he looks at you with tired eyes, but with little smile greeping into his lips. ”Hey…” he says quietly. ”Hey…” you say back, giving him a smile. He takes a good look at you and says ”you look very good like this bébé” while giving little laugh. You realising that your still compelate naked after the shower, you start laughing and he joins into the laugh.

You start to take his pants off slowly, after getting them fully off he tooks his socks and boxers off, he push you into the shower and turns it on. ”Can you wash my back for me chérie, je suis si fatigué…” Kylian says while he turns his back for you to wash, you don’t say anything you just took his body wash and start washing his back, while giving little massage for him. He moans and groans little with your hands on him.

You get out off the shower, brush your theets together and you change into your fav skims pyjamas, while kylian changes into his skims pyjama pants, matching with yours. You get under the covers together the bedside table lamp still on, you lay on your back which gives Kylian opportunity to lay his head on your chest.

”this is nice,” he says after few minutes into your chest, you feeling his warm breath in your chest. ”Yeah, i’ve missed going to bed the same time like this, laying together you know just you and me” you say while giving him a kiss into his head, he hums into you taking his head up looking into your eyes.

He looks you with forgiving eyes, ”je suis vraiment désolé mon amour. j'ai été tellement dans cette équipe, j'ai oublié tout ce qui concerne toi et nous” (im so so sorry, i've been so into this team, i've forgotten everything to do with you and us) you can almost see his eyes watering. You look at him taking a deep breath. ”Yeah…i’ve been feeling the same, kind off alone you know, but i understand it’s a lot and it really is your dream team. I just want you to give me your love, cause that house isin’t my home without your love Kylian.” You took his face into your hands, getting really close to his face letting your foreheads rest into each other, while you rub his cheeks. ”I know bébé and im going to give you that love back, cause i love you and theres nothing in that house without you.” Kylian says while closing take gap of your faces, kissing you slowly.

The kiss started heating after few, you break the kiss breathless resting your forehead back to his with big smile on your face. Kylian starst laughing and then speaks up, ”know whos Rose’s and why did you tell her we haven’t had sex in a month,” laughing still. You groan and start laughing yourself too, ”shes my old therapist, helped me with this whole thing of us and she just happend to ask if we have had sex in a while.” You giggle of the whole idea and Kylian giggle even more, ”well well, tomorrow after we’re back home i will change that…”, he start kissing you again and thats all you want, just Kylian and his love for you like you have for him.

summary — jude bellingham x fem!reader | jude posts his best friend on her birthday every year... even the years they distanced... and especially the one they admit their love

note — second post! wanted to say thank u for the love on my first <3 also i love gracie

warnings — none! just fluff

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judebellingham (2019)

judebellingham: happy birthday i guess... you may be 17 but i'm still taller @y/nsusername

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username: happy bday y/n!!

y/nsusername: i just want my gift

y/nsusername: youve got a good 2 inches on me mate

— judebellingham: a whopping 7 but alright

— y/nsusername: the gift.

yourfriend: bsf looks so good

judebellingham (2020)

judebellingham: wishing my best friend and chauffeur a happy birthday. i love spending time with you, especially when you buy me dinner even on your birthday @y/nsusername

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username: shes so pretty

username: happy bday!

y/nsusername: lmao ily

y/nsusername: ur the opposite of a gentleman i feel bad for ur future gf

— yourfriend: HEKEKANAHA

yourmom: ❤️❤️

judebellingham (2021)

judebellingham: couldn't miss my favorite day of the year, even miles apart. happy birthday to the one i miss the most who answered every facetime call while i was travelling. always looking back on everything she did for me, she deserves the best day @y/nsusername

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username: aww

username: WHY IS THIS SO

y/nsusername: 💗💗💗💗💗💗

judebellingham (2022)

judebellingham: finally got an invitation to the one and only y/n's birthday party, she never fails to make me feel special. happy birthday love

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username: kms

username: the way he puts her on a pedestal

username: cuties reunited

username: "love" can yall just share feelings already omg

yourfriend: life of the party

y/nsusername: so happy to see u❤️‍🩹😕

y/nsusername: fave rsvp

judebelllingham (2023)

judebellingham: my favorite international holiday where i celebrate my girl. finally getting to call you mine while spoiling you as usual. i appreciate you more than you know and you're the best trophy i could win. i love you, happy birthday darling

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username: this hit like a TRUCK

username: judes version of hard launch

username: fave day of the year!

username: DARLING OH IM GONE

username: FINALLY.

username: turn it up

yourfriend: pov he grew balls and admitted

— y/nsusername: LEAVE

— judebellingham: i give up

y/nsusername: i lobve u

— judebellingham: i lobve u more

— y/nsusername: oh wait i meant loce

— y/nsusername: what omg love

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