Kylian Mbapp Imagine Where You Two Fight And He Suddenly Slapped You Across The Face But After He Saw

Kylian Mbappé Imagine where you two fight and he suddenly slapped you across the face but after he saw your teary eyes he regret it but you already run into the bedroom and locked it. You stayed there for a few days. You can decide the end but can it be something like happy ending?

A/N Hey, there. So sorry but I can't write this. Domestic violence is something I'm strongly against as someone who's been a witness to it before, and I refuse to romanticize it in any way. Furthermore, even if I don't know Kylian personally, I don't think he is this type of person. It would be really uncomfortable for me to write this about him.

I hope you understand.

Feel free to send in other requests and I will try my best to write them for you. Just not this, please.

Stay safe and take care of yourself 💛

If you or a loved one are a victim of domestic abuse, please contact the number below: National Domestic Violence Hotline (800) 799-7233

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trent imagine! footballer x footballer!reader where the reader plays for liverpool women’s team (add whatever you want too but would LOVE THIS)

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — You and Trent are partnered for the Liverpool's drill day activities.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Trent Alexander Arnold x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 1.9k

Warnings! ANGST, Fluff, swearing, asshole trent, feelings, confused trent, hurt/comfort

Life is not real.

It can't be. Surely the universe wouldn't be cruel enough to pair you up with the only guy on the whole team who you desperately trying to avoid. Surely.

Of all the people that you could've been paired up with, it had to be him.

Trent Alexander-Arnold.

Yep, that's right. After everything that happened at the New Year's party couple weeks ago, all you wanted to do was forget. You wanted to put the whole thing behind you and forget. But apparently, nothing ever wants to go right for you.

Which is why you're awkwardly standing in the middle of a football field, watching everyone else laugh and have fun with their partners while you desperately try to avoid his gaze.

Fuck, today was going to be long.

"So," he hesitantly begins, trying to break the uncomfortable silence between you. But before he can say anything else, you cut in. "Let's go join the others." And walk towards the group without waiting for his response, leaving him momentarily stunned.

"Okay..." You hear him mutter under his breath as you walk away. You feel bad; your stomach is practically twisting at how you're treating him. But the thought of facing him after what happened that night was too much. You knew he wanted to talk about it; you could tell by how he looked at you.

But you were angry.

You were angry and hurt, and the emotions were still raw. What happened that night was still fresh on your mind, leaving wounds that hadn't yet healed.

You remember it so well, even if it's been a few weeks.

Trent had invited you to come with him to a New Year's party. It was his way of trying to make peace with you. Ever since your kiss, things have been tense between you two. Especially after you heard about him seeing someone else. It hurt too much. You were avoiding him.

At first, you refused because you didn't want to face him again after the humiliating rejection. But he insisted, promising that he just wanted to talk and clear the air. It would just be a casual night out with friends. Just like old times. Reluctantly, you agreed and went to the party with him.

You were standing in the middle of the bustling party, the bass thumping in your chest as you scanned the room. You spotted Trent across the crowded space, his eyes locked onto yours. A surge of excitement coursed through you as you made your way through the lively crowd.

You met him five years ago. It was your first day at Liverpool, and you were nervous as hell. It would be your first time debuting for the women's team. He found you having a panic attack, calmed you down, and gave you his water bottle. From then on, you guys became friends.

It was never your plan to fall in love with him, but the guy was just too charming to resist. The way he looked at you with those piercing chocolate brown eyes, the way he always made you laugh with his witty jokes, it was impossible not to develop feelings for him. Not to mention, he was hot as fuck.

Trent grinned as you approached, offering you a plastic cup filled with a strawberry margarita. Your heart fluttered as you realized he remembered you like fruity alcohol. "Hey, glad you made it," he says, his voice drowned out by the pulsating music.

"Yeah, I almost didn't," you reply, taking a sip of the drink. The sweetness masked the bite of the alcohol, making it easy to swallow. "Thanks for inviting me," you added, trying to sound casual.

Trent's smile widened, and for a moment, the tension between you seemed to dissipate. "I meant what I said," he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "I just want to clear the air. I hate how things have been between us."

You nodded, taking another sip to steady yourself. "Me too," you admitted. "But it’s not that easy, Trent."

"I know," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "But I want to try. Can we talk somewhere quieter?"

Reluctantly, you followed him outside to a quieter part of the yard. The cold air was a stark contrast to the warmth inside, and you shivered slightly as Trent draped his jacket over your shoulders. "Thanks," you murmured, clutching it around you.

He took a deep breath, looking at you with an intensity that made your heart race. "I never meant to hurt you," he began. "That kiss...it meant something to me. But I was confused, and I handled it all wrong."

You could feel the tears welling up, but you blinked them back. "Seeing you with someone else hurt, Trent. It made me feel like I was just a game to you."

He shook his head vehemently. "You’re not a game to me. You never were. I was stupid, and I’m sorry. I want to make things right."

Before you could respond, a woman stormed toward you, her eyes ablaze with anger. It took a moment to recognize her as the girl you saw him with.

"What's going on here?" She demanded, her voice sharp and accusing. She glared at you before turning her ire on Trent. "I thought you were busy!"

Trent's face paled, and he stepped back, caught off guard. "Y/N, it's not what you think," he stammered, glancing at you with an apologetic look.

You felt a surge of anger and embarrassment. "I knew it," you spat, stepping away from both of them. "This was a mistake."

"Wait, please," Trent pleaded, reaching out to you. But you were done. You turned and walked away, leaving the chaotic scene behind you. You didn't look back, not wanting to see the hurt in his eyes, or the smugness in Maya's.

The days that followed were a blur. You tried to focus on your training, but the incident at the party played on a loop in your mind. Trent tried to call and text, but you ignored him, too hurt to respond. The memory of that night lingered, a constant reminder of your feelings and the messy reality of your relationship.

Now, standing on the football field with him again, all those emotions came rushing back. You wanted to move on, to forget, but it seemed fate had other plans.

As you join the group, you feel a pang of relief. At least with more people around, you wouldn't have to confront him directly.

The coach starts explaining the drills for the day, and you try to focus, but your mind keeps drifting back to that night.

"Alright, everyone pair up and start with passing drills," the coach commands, his voice booming across the field.

You groan inwardly. Of course, you still have to pair up with Trent. You glance at him, and he gives you a tentative smile. You roll your eyes. You take your positions and start passing the ball back and forth.

"Can we talk?" Trent asks quietly, keeping his eyes on the ball.

"About what?" you reply, your voice sharper than you intended.

"About what happened," he says, his tone pleading. "I know I messed up, but I want to make it right."

You pause for a moment, then kick the ball a little harder than necessary. "There's nothing to talk about. It happened, it's over."

"But it's not over for me," he insists, catching the ball with ease. "I can't stop thinking about it. About you."

You sigh, frustration bubbling up inside you. "Trent, I can't do this right now. Let's just focus on practice, okay." you huff with tears in your eyes, pleading for him to drop the subject. He looks like he wants to say more, but he nods, understanding. You continue the drill in silence, the unspoken words hanging heavily between you.

As the practice progresses, you find yourself getting lost in the rhythm of the game. For a while, you manage to push the memories and the emotions aside. You run, you pass, you play, and for those brief moments, it's just about the sport you love.

But then, during a break, you see Trent talking to one of his friends, his expression serious. You can't help but wonder what they're discussing. Is he talking about you? About that night? The curiosity and anxiety gnaw at you, but you force yourself to stay focused.

Then practice finally ends, and as everyone starts to leave, Trent approaches you again. "Please, can we just talk for a few minutes?"

You hesitate, but then you nod. "Fine. Five minutes."

You both find a quieter spot near the edge of the field. He takes a deep breath before speaking.

"Look, I know I hurt you," Trent begins, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable. "And I know I can’t change what happened. But I need you to understand that I never meant to lead you on or make you feel like you weren’t important to me."

You cross your arms, trying to maintain some semblance of distance. "Then why did you act like that? Why did you kiss me and then go out with someone else?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I was scared, Y/N. Scared of ruining our friendship, scared of my own feelings. I thought... I thought I could keep things simple by dating someone else, but it only made everything more complicated."

You bite your lip, the anger simmering just beneath the surface. "Complicated? You broke my heart, Trent. It’s not just complicated. It's... devastating."

"I know," he whispers, looking down. "And I hate myself for it. But I care about you, more than I’ve ever cared about anyone. I was an idiot for not seeing it sooner."

The sincerity in his eyes makes your resolve waver. "You really hurt me," you say, your voice cracking.

"I know," he says again, taking a tentative step closer. "But I want to make it up to you. If you give me a chance, I'll do whatever it takes to earn your trust back."

You take a deep breath, trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions inside you. "I don’t know if I can just forget what happened. It’s not that easy."

"I’m not asking you to forget," he replies earnestly. "I’m asking for a chance to prove that I’m worth your time. That I can be better. That we can be better."

You look into his eyes, searching for any sign of deceit, but all you see is regret and hope. Part of you wants to give in, to believe that things can be different, but another part is still wary, still hurting.

"Okay," you say finally, your voice barely above a whisper. "But it’s going to take time. And you have to be patient with me."

His face lights up with relief. "I will be. I promise." And then, before you can react, he pulls you into a hug. "Thank you," he whispers against your hair. "Thank you for giving me a second chance."

You feel your heart flutter, but you also feel a wave of trepidation. Was it really a second chance? Or was it just another game?

Only time will tell. But for now, you're willing to take a chance. You're willing to give him another shot at earning your heart. And hopefully, this time around, he'll prove that he's worth it.

-Bianca🌻

Cast

You can imagine who you want. But this is who I pictured when I wrote this fanfic.

*None of these pics belong to me, credit to their rightful owners. I found them on Pinterest.

Maila Moreno- 21

Kylian Mbappé- 25

Louisa Lopez- 22

Briana Musa - 21

The rest of Kylian's family and friends will be mentioned in the story. 

Trent Alexander-Arnold

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hey! do you still write? just read your virgil fic and it was so goood!!

Yes! I took a long break due to mental health reasons but I'm back now so send requests.