aurĂšlien tchouamĂšni x black!reader // dating hcs
warnings: fluff, suggestive, mentions of making out and possessiveness
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bf!aurĂšlien is such a tease sometimes.... broski literally enjoys kissing you, though a few kisses may end up you guys just making out with eachother!!!! he also would bite your lower lip gently just for fun, making your cheeks burn just to how super close his body is to yours.
expect lots of pda throughout this relationship. especially in public near fans, but i wouldn't really see aurĂšlien as clingy though, he's more touchy than attached.
bf!aurĂšlien speaking of being 'touchy', has a thing for wrapping his arms around your waist and would probably grab your ass just to piss you off, or even plant kisses onto your neck, almost making you giggle
"omg rĂšlien, let go i'm busy go away" you say, whilst trying to push him away, giggling.
aurĂšlien doesn't budge and places one of his large hands above your small chin gently. "i think i'm staying here with my y/n."
HE DOES RESPECT BOUNDARIES BUT HE JUST LOVES TOUCHING YOU FOR SOME REASON
in the mornings, bf!aurĂšlien would literally frown if you have to wake up earlier than usual â work for an example, but he will eventually understand.
bf!aurĂšlien would wear a bracelet that you made specifically for him, that he would never take off. he would most definitely wear it everywhere, including training. â cute.
bf!aurĂšlien would be such a sofite for youu. yes a softie
if you force him to do something with you, he may eventually give in, only because he loves you and finds you adorable. bf!aurĂšlien also loves listening to what you ramble/rant to him, if you're at trouble, he'll be there for you no matter what.
rĂšlien actually enjoys taking selfies with you, he wants to make memories with what's his.
bf!aurĂšlien will scold you if you haven't been looking aftering yourself lately, he just wants his girl to be healthy!! it he does find out, he will immediately come home from training, just to look after you.
if you need help braiding your hair, let bf!aurĂšlien help you with that
bf!aurĂšlien loves it when you steal and wear his clothes, he seems not to mind that at all. please wear his jersey when you come for his matches, if he finds you in the crowd, he'll just give you a 'đđœ' with a wink đđđđ (WTF) to it, he finds you hot in his clothes.
whenever you guys get into an argument, bf!aurĂšlien would go out to the shops, just to come back with expensive flowers, your favourite snacks, and a note saying âi'm sorryâ
this boy loves you very very much, reader and you should know that. àž Őâąï»âąŐàž
âźâË a/n: this should have been posted during the last fifa nternational break lol so let's pretend we're still there
If there are better mornings than this one, you and Jules are unaware of them. But it's hard to believe there's anything better than being woken up by a three-year-old mini-force that goes through the same ritual almost every morning.
The thing is, Jules and you wake up before him, but you stay in bed until he comes to you. Because Theo loves the feeling of knowing that he was the one who woke you up.
So most mornings include â Theo opening the door slowly and on tiptoe, he climbs up the right side where his dad sleeps and throws himself on top of him, giving a delightful little giggle that makes it impossible for Jules to pretend he's asleep.
And then he goes around giving kisses on the cheeks of both his parents. Just Theo being the most affectionate child in the world.
He was more restless than usual today, you and his father struggled to get him to sleep the night before. All because he heard the magic words coming from Jules' mouth:
"What do you think about training with me tomorrow?"
Theo tilted his head and furrowed his brow, "Seriously?"
Theo's mouth formed a perfect O, and he dropped the toy car he was holding on the floor.
Barcelona's training center is his second favorite place, second only to his mother's arms. Because even though heâs his dadâs best teammate, heâs still mommyâs baby.
"Is mommy coming too?" he looked from you to Jules.
"Do you want to go, Mommy?" Theo went closer to you, raising his hands so you would pick him up.
"I'm going to love going to see my two favorite boys doing what they love to do most," you chuckled softly after giving Theo a kiss on the cheek and seeing him burying his face in your neck.
"So it's me, mommy and daddy's," Theo smiled excitedly, "I can't wait."
So when the morning of the promised day arrived, Theo was so happy that he spent the entire morning with a smile on his face.
"Papa," he was watching his father prepare his breakfast, "Can I wear my uniform just like yours?"
"That was the plan, my boy," Jules turned to smile at him.
Theo nodded, satisfied with the answer, but his mind didn't relax.
"Papa?"
Jules chuckled softly, "Go on."
"Can I use my cleats?"
Jules laughed, knowing she would face many questions like that during the day, "Yes baby, you can use your cleats. I'll use one just like yours."
"The orange ones?" Theo's eyes were shining.
Jules nodded before picking him up, "Yes, if you want the oranges we'll wear the orange cleats," he kissed his son's forehead, "Now let's go, your mother will give you a bath before we have breakfast."
"I don't want to have breakfast," he crossed his arms and pouted, "and I don't want to take a shower."
"You're cute but you're not a piglet," you came up behind Theo, tickling him and he burst out laughing.
"Mommy, I want to go train soon," he sighed.
"Athletes don't skip meals or go without showering," Jules kissed the tip of Theo's nose, "you'll blink and we'll be at the training center, I promise."
. Ęâ âč . Ę âĄ Ę . âč â Ę.
"Mommy," Theo shouted, smiling, as Jules chased after her, "I'm going to score a goal for you!"
You smiled and clapped your hands as you sat on the edge of the lawn, "Go on, baby. Don't let Daddy catch you."
He laughed even louder as he glanced back over his shoulder, keeping an eye on Jules.
But he tripped over his own feet and fell onto the grass. Silence. His little laugh faded.
"Theo," you and Jules said in unison.
Jules approached him first, offering him a hand, "Easy baby," he whispered.
When you got closer, Theo was holding back laughter and picking the ball up from the ground, "It was nothing."
Jules looked at you and then at Theo, shaking his head afterward. Theo always surprises him in a positive way. Always.
"You're a very strong baby, you know that, right?" he ran his hand through Theo's hair, "But we have to go slowly so we don't hurt you, okay?"
Theo nodded, "Slowly."
"Slowly so we can have ice cream later, okay? If we get hurt, there won't be any ice cream because we'll have to go to the hospital."
Theo listened attentively to her words, "No hospital, Mommy."
You gave him a little kiss on the cheek, "No hospital, baby," you smiled, "Now go score the goal you said you would score for me."
"A goal for mommy," he put the ball back on the ground, "Help me, Dad?"
Jules nodded, "Yeah my boy, a goal for our queen."
"Mommy is a queen," Theo stated, "a goal for mommy."
summary: you take pictures with your boyfriend inside a photobooth
a/n; this is was requested by many people so thank you very much âĄ
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the 2 of you haven't seen eachother for months due to your busy schedules -- so you decided to hangout for the day in the capital.
you stepped out of the metro to meet up with your boyfriend at a specific spot, after an exhausting journey underground, wearing a baby pink long-sleeved sweater with black casual flares.Â
"i know we haven't seen eachother for a few months, but i'm really glad that i was able to have the time to spend with you today." THIS made your chest ache even more, butterflies fluttering your stomach!!!
"ay no worries amour.", you smiled back at his words as you watched him flicking through somd of the photos. you decided to pull your phone out to take a picture of one of the photos where you were jokingly sticking your tounge out at your boyfriend's face, and the one where he was giving you playful neck kisses when he had enough of you annoying him.
synopsis : when jordyn, former world no. 1 returns to the tennis court after a two-year break, she is met with another challenge that seemed more difficult to overcome: the imposter syndrome and the aftermath of a failed marriage proposal
The young woman walked inside the house; everything seemed a little more sinister than how she remembered it. This place that used to feel like her safe space, warm and filled with happiness, had become cold and lifeless. Her expression stiffened, and a tension pressed heavily on her shoulders as she walked to the staircase. She traced the outlines of the empty picture frames, strengthening the hollowness of this place.
âIâm sorry,â the young woman whispered as she sat on the stairs. She didnât know who she was apologizing to, but felt the need to let out the guilt gnawing at her inside.
Jordyn had so many things she wanted to know. If she could go back in time, she would have done things differently. She had already planned her future with the Frenchmanâtheir wedding, the honeymoon, and the names of their children. However, life had other plans for them, and everything turned to dust in the blink of an eye.
Finally, the Frenchman opened the bedroom door and stopped in his tracks when he saw her sleeping on theirâŠno, on his bedâŠon his side. The mess in the room didnât bother him; all he wanted to do was hold Jordyn one last time, but he couldnât. He walked towards the bed, trying not to wake her up.
Despite her sleeping form, he noticed the exhaustion in her face and wondered whether she was getting enough sleep. He also wanted to know how she was handling herself. Was she eating? Was she isolating herself? Was she excited to play tennis again? He remembered when she told him she wanted to quit, the tears on her cheeks, and the dreams she was leaving behind.Â
The young man was worried about her, but he couldnât do anything. He tenderly kissed her forehead and whispered, âI love you. Good luck at your tournament. Iâll be watching all your matches and cheering for you every single time,â then backed off when he sensed her moving. Jordyn briefly opened her eyes before going back to slumber.
âWhy do I still love you...â he muttered through shaky words. His love for Jordyn was a curseâa poison so strong he couldnât escape it. She had always been his light, shining brighter than everything. The light he needed and craved in his life. His love for her was beyond imagination, something no one else could truly understand.
âIf you hate me, Iâll understand⊠I also hate myself for everything Iâve done,â she whispered, regret filling her voice as she folded her clothes and placed them in her luggage.
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Two days laterâŠ
It was a warm, balmy night in Stuttgart, tinged with the last glimmers of duskâa perfect night to stay outside and enjoy the breeze as the first scent of spring floated in the air. Jordyn planned on training a little longer, then hanging out with the other players, but her coach crushed this idea when informing her that she had a press conference to do. She was annoyed about it because she hated it, especially this late in the day, but she assumed it must have been their only available time slot for her. And before she could react, Jordyn was sitting in front of about twenty journalists. All taking notes, recording her answers. Some of them interrupted her before she would start talking, but she tried to hide her annoyance.
âHow do you feel about coming back to the court after two long years? And your first tournament being on the surface where you produced your best tennis?â Jordyn looked around to see who was talking among this sea of journalists without letting the lights in the room blind her.
âI feel good,â Jordyn replied nonchalantly, with a faint smile trying to conceal her excitement. After she announced her retirement, she wanted to try something new, but it never took off. Her love of tennis always remained strong, and this was the main reason she decided to come back. Also, they were about to start her favourite part of the season: the clay-court swing. When Jordyn was at the peak of her career, she had always excelled the most on that surface and produced better tennis than she did on the hard courts.
âIâm sure everyone still wonders why I retired so abruptly, so I feel like I owe an explanation. Two years ago, I was 23, ranked world number one, and at the height of my career. This title meant everything to me, especially at a young age. I achieved something that many women I admired had done before me, and itâs definitely an accomplishment worth celebrating. I was also surrounded by other incredible and talented players. However, as much as I love tennis, I slowly lost sight of who I was or what my ambitions were in the long term, and before I knew it, I hit the hardest wall since I became a professional. I didnât feel like I belonged in this sport anymore,â she exhaled before continuing. Jordyn wasnât the type of person to display vulnerability, but she hoped her words could help someone, whether they were in this room or watching this press conference.
âThe imposter syndrome killed me. I refused to acknowledge it when the signs appeared because I always believed it would never happen to me. So, I kept pushing myself while being in complete denial. Sometimes people talk about trophies Iâve won and the things I have contributed to this sport. It was surreal to me that I won at Wimbledon or Roland Garros. It almost felt like they were someone elseâs accomplishments, not mine. I felt like a fraud, and this mindset started affecting my performances and some of my relationshipsâŠâ Jordyn paused for a moment.
âIt wasnât an easy decision, but I chose to walk off of the court to clear my head and overcome this feeling. During those two years, I learned a lot about myself and about appreciating the little things that life has to offer. Sometimes bridges collapse, and you canât do anything about it. It will hurt, but something brighter always comes. And thatâs my new mindset. Iâm back on the court and ready to climb back up the ranks and claim the world number one spot again.â Her voice trembled at the end of her sentence, but she hoped no one caught that.
i have been meaning to make this post for a while as my blog is the biggest platform i have.
next week friday, on the 21âst of november, women in my country, South Africa, will be attempting to silence the nation before the G20 summit takes place.
why are we doing so you might ask?
South Africaâs femicide rate is six times higher than the global average; our country was considered the rape capital of the world.
28 091 women reported being victims of domestic violence-related crimes between the span of January & March 2025: that is 1 woman every 4 minutes enduring an atrocity at the hands of a man, just in the span of three months - and those are only the women that have reported, countless of these atrocities arenât reported as women are berated and shamed when they do; and when they do so, nothing is done about it as the system continues to fail us.
every single day, another woman is murdered at the hands of someone she knows; murdered by a complete stranger; raped by a family member; raped by a complete stranger; abused by their partner - yet our government has done nothing to stop it. our president would rather clear up allegations of a âwhite genocideâ, something completely false, than address an actual femicide occurring in the country he is supposed to be running.
i as a south african woman, am more likely to be raped, murdered, or abused than i am to get a job - a sickening and terrifying realisation that every woman in South Africa has been living with.
the women of South Africa are attempting to silence the nation in hopes that our government will finally take gender based violence & femicide serious & declare it a national disaster.
i understand that there is not much that one can do from across the world but simply spreading awareness and showing the women of South Africa that you stand with them is more than enough.
something you can do, is sign the petition linked.
i implore anyone wanting to educate themselves more, to visit the womenforchangesa instagram account - a non-profit organisation doing more for the victims of GBV of my country than the actual government does.
tagging some of my mutuals in the hopes that the more attention this garners, the more people will be informed and that real change will actually occur for South African women: @bruisedfig @bluemerakis @blue-d @beausling @itneverendshere @millersdoll @missmanlykink @martiansodas-blog @littlelamy @lvlyuno @jensenacklesballsack @dollyfiles @blondekisses @wannabeluvr @umbreoni @blushhbambi @superloser @httpstoyosi @voidsuites @222col @kentblvd @wlwroan @esotericcangel @titsout4jackles @tinas111 @boycigs
if you can reblog this, it would be greatly appreciated
South African women need your help. If you have other social media platforms, please change the profile picture to a purple one to stand in solidarity with victims of sexual assault, domestic violence and murderđ
Across the table, Kylian couldnât help but stare at Bryanna as she leaned forwards to blow out her candles. The soft glow lit her face for a moment, and a smile tugged at his lips when they briefly made eye contact. The Frenchman froze and held his breath. He had never seen a more beautiful woman and couldnât believe how effortlessly she managed to look both adorable and sexy at the same time. To him, Bryanna embodied beauty, something he could never tire of admiring, the most precious sight he had ever known. Still, he preferred to keep that thought a guarded secret that he would never say aloud.
âFuck,â he whispered. Desire fogged his mind as he tried to calm his obscene thoughts. His eyes dropped to her lip caught between her teeth. Her smile enhanced her angelic features, and that was the last straw for Kylian. He had to fight the urge to cross the room and kiss Bryanna right there in front of their friends. He wanted to feel her lips again, just one last time before everything they shared became a thing of the past, a long-gone memory turned into dust, although it had already started.
âI wish things had been different between us,â Kylian thought. A quiet sigh escaped his lips. All the surrounding noises faded into the background, becoming dull and distant. It was almost like he wasnât sitting in this restaurant with his friends, but was watching it all happen through a sheet of glass.
âLove is fleeting, and everything eventually disappears.â Kylian said bitterly, almost to convince himself that his feelings for Bryanna would soon vanish.
âBree, itâs time to open your gift,â Lucia excitedly told her best friend. She brushed wax off the cake as she removed the candles and sliced it into equal pieces. Her voice brought Kylian back to reality, as he had lost all awareness of his surroundings for a moment.Â
It wasnât long before he rushed towards Bryanna with her present in hand. His heart was pounding against his ribs. But Kylian didnât carry that same confidence he usually had. No, fear consumed him, and each step felt heavier than the last. He felt a weight on his shoulders, pressing him down. He exhaled deeply, but it didnât work.
He handed Bryanna a small box wrapped in a ribbon of her favourite shade of blue, with a shaky hand. She looked at him, stunned, not expecting him to remember such detail. However, she noticed something in his eyes didnât match the curve of his lips. A mix of desire, longing, love, and sorrow, the latter predominated. This sight felt like a knife in her heart, cutting her inside.
Bryanna hesitantly wrapped her arms around him. Suddenly, all her problems seemed to fade for a short period of time, sealed in the back of her mind, until reality decided to knock. Soft at first, like whispers she could almost ignore, then louder, more urgent, pounding against the fragile walls she built like a storm demanding entry.
She whispered something, her mouth moving faster than her brain. She might have said it; she couldnât remember, and she didnât want to know. However, Kylian heard them loud and clear. His heart clenched in his chest. âI love you too,â he whispered as he loosened his embrace around her and went back to his seat, not waiting for her to open the gift.
The loudest burst of his laughter sounded like music to Bryannaâs ears. And for the first time since Kylian joined their table, her eyes landed on him. She felt a pang in her chest, as she didnât expect him to come to her birthday party. But she assumed it was to avoid arousing suspicion among their friend group, since they had already noticed the growing tension between them. Without much surprise, Kylian avoided looking at her, unsure of what might happen if he did. Despite that, he sensed the sorrow in her eyes, the hopelessness and the heartache he caused.
They had a deal and made it clear; no strings attached. This casual thing would only last until they grew tired of it. They werenât supposed to catch feelings, but they did. Still, they werenât ready for a relationship. Wounds from the past needed healing before they could begin something new. But now, they had to pretend that everything was normal, even though they had become strangers in each otherâs lives. They wore their masks around their friends, sticking to the silent script they had imagined in their minds, hoping the other was reading the same lines.
What happened behind closed doors was no one elseâs business. Nobody was supposed to know about the guilt and the shame they carried. All they wanted to do was forget about everything. All the drunken kisses, the late-night calls, the movie nights, the hugs, the pictures, the gifts, all these memories hid in the back of their minds, where nobody saw it.
Bryannaâs gaze remained on Kylian, while he seemed in a deep conversation with Jude. She observed them like lab rats, forgetting about the lively conversations around her. She didnât care. She wasnât interested in them. Her only desire was to go home and pretend this evening had never happened.
Five minutes later, her best friend, Lucia, who had vanished somewhere in the restaurant, returned to their table with her birthday cake in hand. With smiles, everyone began signing âhappy birthdayâ in unison. Behind this false glow and fake smile, some warmth came over Bryanna.
âGo ahead and make a wish, birthday girl,â Lucia insisted once she placed the cake in front of her. Bryanna turned for a moment towards Kylian, who sat at the other end of the table. Their eyes met, and a shiver ran through her. Without hesitation, she closed her eyes and made a wish: unrealistic, but not impossible.
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