The Setbacks (Kylian Mbappé x Reader)

PSG vs Marseille

Late Thursday afternoon, I got home from work. I decided to have some lunch and got to cooking.

*door opens*

"Hey, B", I greet as I stir my pots.

We dragged herself to a dining room chair and sat down; she seemed exhausted.

"Long day?" I asked.

"Word from the wise," she began to say, "never to a campaign for an athletic brand. They will make you work out all day."

"Noted ," I said giggling, "so I take it that you aren't coming with me to the match?"

"Shit!" She expressed, "that's today? I don't think I can make it."

"I understand," I said, "want some pasta?"

"Yes, please," she answered.

So I gave her a plate, and we had lunch together.

A while after we finished, Louis called me, saying he was downstairs already. Kylian offered to have Louis pick me up since he had to be there early, and I accepted, especially since I was going there alone.

I rush downstairs and open the back door to find Ethan with a grin.

"Hello Ethan and Hi Louis," I said.

"Hello, Miss," he said, "is your friend not joining us?"

"Not today, Louis," I said, "we can go."

"Okay," he said and began to drive off.

"I'm so glad you came," Ethan said.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes!" He responded, "I usually go with my parents, but they are both busy right now."

"That's a shame," I commented, "but you have me for the evening."

We arrived at the stadium and quickly made our way to the seats because the game was about to start.

This game was important and something all Ligue 1 fans were looking forward to since these teams had been long time competitors for a while.

Marseille had an advantage, and they started the game. Kickoff. It all felt very shaky; no one dominated the other; it was anyone's game.

25 minutes into the first half. A penalty was awarded to Sergio Ramos, and now the other team received the advantage of a penalty kick. Tensions rose, and worry fell amongst the PSG fans and, honestly, me too.

Thankfully, Arkadiusz Milik missed the kick, and the game could carry on. Then after a few minutes of play, the game had reached halftime.

"This is stressful," I commented.

"I thought you didn't support us," he said, referring to the club.

"I don't," I said, "I support my friends."

"Alright, but I can tell that you'll be here with a PSG shirt soon enough."

"What makes you so sure?" I asked.

"I just know," he said with a confident smirk," And besides, I'll beg you to wear it in my games."

I laughed and said, "for you, I'll do it."

All of a sudden, we hear a yell, "ETHAN!"

We looked back to see Maïa heading towards us, and Ethan murmured, "Merde. (Shit.)"

"Comment ça va, (how are you?)" she asked.

"Bien et toi? (Good and you?)" he replied.

"Bon, désolé je suis en retard. j'étais dans un tournage, (Good, sorry I'm late. I was in a shoot,)" she said still not acknowledging my existence.