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Request 2: yassine bono x reader on a dinner date when he want to propose her in front of his teammates in world cup
Warnings: none
“Okay okay okay should I go for a more natural gem cut or would she prefer the princess cut? I know that the princess cut is more befitting but I don’t think she’s a huge fan of super polished looking jewellery so maybe the natural one is bett- YOUSEF ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?” Yassine cuts off his rambling to chastise his friend who is dozing off. The conversation has gone on for far too long for his liking. He throws his pen at the poor guy who jolts awake and rubs his eyes.
“Yassine, I don’t know how to tell you this but…” he trails off, not sure on how to break it to his friend gently.
“What?” Yassine asks, he’s all in his head about the ordeal and practically seething.
“What he’s trying to say is that this is useless!” Nayef states, he came all the way to Spain from England for this?! Yassine’s eye twitches with an uncharacteristic rage.
“My proposal plan is useless?” he asks with a raised eyebrow and the offender gulps, regretting his phrasing immediately.
“Look, what he’s trying to say is that you seem to already know what you should be doing! Half of this meeting has been you arguing and compromising with yourself!” Hakim intervenes before Yassine does something he’s going to regret. He lets out a breath he was holding when Yassine’s eyes return back to a sane state.
“I’m sorry this is just a big deal, you know? She’s dealt with my dumbass for so long, the least I owe her is a fairytale proposal!” he explains, plopping down onto one of the seats.
“I was thinking more along the lines of the fact that you’re both complete dumbasses but sure, that too!” Hakim slaps the back of his head for that and Yassine returns to looking through his plans.
“Yassine, my friend, I promise you that she’s going to absolutely love whatever you’ve chosen for the whole thing. You know her a lot better than we do and personally, I think you should just go for it!”
“Natural gem cut it is!”
You’re both laying, savouring the moments of peace and quiet you get to share after spending too long apart. He’s laying his head on your chest and looking up at you with a softness that makes your heart swell with love for him. These full 90 minute matches really took the life out of him and you knew that he needed time like this to ground himself again.
“Is there anything I can do, my love?” you ask, fondly staring at his sleepy form.
“Your perfect self is more than enough, ya amar.” he assures.
“Sleep might do you some good perhaps?” you retort with a small laugh.
“Can you blame a man for wanting to appreciate such beauty? I can’t do that while I’m sleeping!” he reminds with a teasing smile and your cheeks heat up. He spent every second of every day with you making you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world but he still had that effect on you. And he sure loved it.
He rests a hand on your cheek, stroking over the apple of it gently, tracing over your lips, entranced by you. You close your eyes at the warmth of his hand, the gentle touch he provided that created butterflies in your tummy at the mere thought. What made you the most flustered was the look in his eyes: it was a level of adoration and affection that you struggled to comprehend. This was the sort of thing from movies that you, among many, wrote off as unrealistic yet there he was: looking at you like you hung the moon and stars. Of course you were just infatuated with him but you never expected anyone to feel that way for you. Behind the love, you see something swirling in his eyes. He’s thinking about something but you dare not interrupt his thoughts, wanting to bask in his warm gaze for a bit- no a lot longer.
His mind is flickering from appreciating his beautiful girlfriend to the little box he knows is in his bedside drawer. It was literally right there. He could grab it right now and take his shot. It was getting harder and harder to wait until his perfectly constructed plan could fall into place.
“What’s on your mind, pretty boy?” you ask with a smirk as his face flushes to a light pink: he was usually the one to cause the flustering but you would be lying if you said you didn’t love to get the same reactions out of him.
“Just admiring the view…” he mutters, trailing off into a silence as he continues to battle with himself.
“I hope our kids have your hair.” you say nonchalantly, running your fingers through the dark, fluffy locks. He raises an eyebrow with a smile, you only made it harder and harder for him to stick to the plan.
“Only if they have your smarts.” he responds with a happy sigh.
“Do you think that Ariel would be a good babysitter?” you both giggle and he pulls you closer so you can cuddle into his chest.
“I bet she’d be wonderful.” he assures you, enjoying the feeling of your warm breath and the small vibrations as you continue to giggle. You both quieten down shortly after but he breaks the silence again.
“Would you really want to have kids together?” he asks. He just has to make sure. He may think the world of you but himself less so.
“I mean, I’ve never felt this strongly about anyone. If it's gonna be anyone, I can’t imagine it being someone who isn’t you.” you confess nervously, worried that maybe he doesn’t feel the same. You wallow in the nerves until he dips his head down to press a kiss to your lips and his fingers card through your hair, holding your head gently so he could pour out his feelings in a way that he didn’t think words could. You relax into his ever-comforting touch, smiling at the reassurance his mere touch provided you.
Oh he was most definitely marrying you.
The pair of you had hung out with the whole team like this pretty rarely given the busy schedules and hundreds of miles separating you all. So when you finally did get that month together, you best bet that you would all be spending as much time together as possible.
With that in mind, you really weren’t sure of the boundaries Yassine had with them all. You would normally spend movie nights cuddled into his lap, dozing off with your head tucked under his chin and his hand drawing shapes onto your back or running through your hair but you didn’t want to risk making him, or anyone else uncomfortable. You opted to sit next to him, leaving enough space and practically reducing contact to nothing as you all gathered round to watch the film Hakim had chosen: Rush Hour. just like the last 15 or so times.
To put it lightly, Yassine was confused by the distance but decided to cope with it. For a short while at least. As the movie progressed, he grew more and more antsy without you being there. Sure, you were right next time but you weren’t there like he needed. So, like any adorably affectionate and clingy partner, he did something about it: he reaches over and hauls you onto his lap, immediately wrapping his strong arms around you and pressing kisses to the top of your head, making up for the half hour he had to endure without you. The dopey smile that brightens his face does not go unnoticed by everyone as they turn around to see where the commotion was coming from. Sure, based on the conversations he had with everyone, it was pretty clear that he was sweet on you but this? No, Yassine was on a completely different level. Hakim is perhaps the only one to not turn around, partly because he loved the film but more so because he had been on the receiving end of the ramblings that were 80% you and 20% begging him to come back home.
“How could you torture me like this?” he whispers with an adorable pout.
“What do you mean? I was right next to you!” you whisper with a giggle.
“It’s not the same!” he justifies, huffing as you shush him.
“Pay attention to the movie!” He isn't overjoyed by your nonchalance but does his best to let you continue watching the movie. He’s still making up for the lost half hour to appreciate your form which isn’t very helpful for your focus but you allow it because you’re enjoying it. You soon grow tired of the movie in front of you and opt to bask in his love. You press a chaste kiss on his cheek and begin to play with his hands, admiring how pretty they are. You don’t miss the way his eyes brighten as you reciprocate the affection.
Given the closeness, he immediately picks up on the light rumble of your stomach.
“I’m just gonna grab some hot chocolate!” you whisper to him, moving to get up and he furrows his eyebrows as you turn to walk to the kitchen.
“Shall I come with you?” you shake your head with a smile as you look back.
‘It’ll only be a couple minutes!” you attempt to reassure him with a kiss to his lips.
“I’ll come with you.” he reaffirms, promptly getting out of his seat to go to the kitchen with you.
The team immediately gets to chattering once you’re both out of earshot.
“Did you see that?”
“Damn he’s properly whipped!”
“That’s a lot, even for him!”
“Guys shut up! We’ve almost reached the scene!” Hakim attempts to quieten the group, only to receive a loud, collective groan in response.
“Hakim, we love you and we’re glad that you’re back but we’ve watched that entire movie like seven times already! It’s not every day you see Yassine somehow be more affectionate than usual!”
“If you’ve been on the receiving end of his facetime calls, it’s hardly surprising.” he mutters with a shake of his head.
Indeed, this was extraordinary. Even for Yassine. As the team all turn their heads to peer back at the kitchen, they see him hoist you up onto the kitchen counter, not forgetting to press a kiss to your forehead, then nose and finally a much longer one to your lips before getting the milk warmed. They don’t miss the look in your eyes either. You couldn’t be more content with the situation you were in. you were both in your blissful, happy little bubble; enjoying each other’s company without a care in the world.
First thing you hear the final whistle blow and the next, you’re met with the sight of the love of your life sprinting towards you at full speed before you’re enveloped in the tightest hug you had ever felt. You don’t have much time to react as quickly so there’s a slight delay before you wrap your arms around his neck, playing with the hair at the back of his head as you squeeze your eyes shut. Taking in the moment with him in your arms. There was never a doubt in your mind that your Yassine could achieve something as monumental as this but you were so glad that he could finally prove it to himself. You feel the shoulder of your no.1 Morocco jersey soak through before you feel him sobbing into your shoulder and you can’t help but release a few tears too. The moment barely felt real.
Normally, Yassine would keep anything related to you under lock and key but today was different. He was aware of the dozens of cameras but didn’t have it in him to care as he lifted his head from your shoulder to look at you. The pride in your eyes makes his heart swell with pure, unadulterated joy and he pours his feelings out to you in a heated kiss that quickly takes your breath away. You smile into it as you feel his relief and gratitude. For all the nights he spent crying quietly into your chest, unable to sleep, set back by yet another knock from another careless player, you were right there with him. Those horrid nights in which he felt as if he was worth nothing, you stood by his side and gave him the same love you always did, without condition. He felt like he owed every ounce of success to you. Sometimes he felt like the biggest inconvenience but not once did you allow him to continue to think that way, showering him in love that would melt the coldest of hearts.
Your cheeks are aching from how wide you’re smiling and burning from the intensity of the kiss when he reluctantly releases your lips. You raise your hand to gently wipe away his tears and he does the same and you see that look flash across his eyes again. You’ve seen it many times, in fact but you still haven’t figured out what it is exactly. He says it's just his undying love but you feel it in your bones that it's something else.
Before you can ask, he’s dragging you to the pitch so you have more space to celebrate together. You’re struggling to breathe from laughter as he attempts to ballroom dance with you, the laughs that come over his own body making it difficult for him to dip you without almost falling over.
You’re both in that happy little bubble again so you have absolutely no awareness of the team watching over you, once again witnesses to just how perfect you are together. From the scenes in front of them, you would almost have them believing that you were already married but alas, soon.
You sigh out in relief as the closing ceremony comes to an end, signifying the end of the rollercoaster tournament. The night has been long and morale amongst the team has been pretty low for the past couple of days. But there is some relief in knowing that the better team actually won this time. There was some vindication at least. The feeling of his fingertips grazing over your hair and down your arm is a comforting one that has you closing your eyes to savour it, sending rushes of warmth over your body.
“Are you still okay for dinner after this?” he whispers and you lift your head to look at his eyes: concern but once again laced with that look. You’ve been itching to spend some time alone with him so you nod your head enthusiastically, willing away the tiredness as best as you can. He kisses your forehead and squeezes your hand before getting up and gently pulling you towards him. Naturally, he throws an arm over your shoulder as you walk out together, waving a goodbye to the team. The second you turn your head back around he gestures towards the team with his hand. Today’s the day he finally, finally executes his plan.
“Wait, which dress should I go for?” you ask as he adjusts his tie. He truly was a sight to behold in the tuxedo. His voice pulls you from the trance.
“Ya amar, you’re perfect regardless.” he answers truthfully but he sees that you’re not satisfied with the answer as you tear your eyes away from him and look between the two dresses.
“We’d match if you wore that one.” he smiles, gesturing to the dress in your right hand and his heart beats a little quicker at the smile that breaks out onto your face. You hurry to put it on and he takes a seat at the foot of the hotel bed, admiring you as you went about your routine and fiddling with the little box in his pocket. He doesn’t have time to let the doubts swallow him up further as you’re ready and pulling at his arm so you can both leave. You couldn’t wait to see the place he had chosen. Your Yassine was a brilliant over-planner so you knew that today’s date, like every other date, would go without a hitch.
He eyes your reaction nervously, biting at his lip as he lets you take in the surroundings. The garden is somehow even more ethereal than the photos and the little gazebos are perfectly decorated with vines and fairy lights, dimly lit as the other guests enjoyed their meals. Of course, the gazebo in the centre is the most beautiful: it's raised, more intricate, and spacious. It's obviously the one he jumped through many hoops to have booked for tonight. Oh god, he was done for if you noticed the people at the other tables. They were pretty far away from the central one reserved for the pair of you but he felt as if his plan was on the brink of collapse if you recognised only one face. Once again, he can’t let his anxiety fester for long as the smile on your face erases any other thought from his mind.
“Yassine, my love… you never cease to impress me!” you mutter as you admire the venue. He was always the type to go all-out but the thought he put into everything still blew you away.
“Only the best for you!” he laughs nervously and you squeeze his hand in an attempt to calm him down a little. He’s been a little antsy since you left the stadium and you’re completely lost on what could be causing it.
He seems a little more relaxed when you’re both sitting down at the table. That's largely because you’re now faced away from the other tables and there’s a much lower chance that you’re going to catch the rest of the team sitting and waiting for the final flourish of the night.
Every time your gaze shifts from him to admire the surroundings, his hand reaches into his pocket wondering whether that’s the moment. But he’s a man who trusts his instincts and they still haven’t kicked in. He worries as the night progresses that he isn’t going to be able to do it until you come up with an idea.
“Are we allowed onto the grass?” you ask tentatively, not wanting to get in trouble your eyes widen and a smile appears on your face when he nods.
“Let's dance!” you say excitedly, getting up and he quickly follows, taking a gentle hold of your wrist as he pulls you onto the grass. He’s still doing his best to make sure that you’re facing away, of course.
He smiles at the feeling of your head on his chest and strokes your hair. One of your hands is encased in his and you’re softly swaying to the music. There couldn’t be a better way to end off such a wonderful time in Qatar. Although it pains him a little, he pulls you off him and you look up in confusion. It only heightens as he smirks. He can feel it now.
The next thing you know, you’re being spun away and just when you think he’s going to pull you back, he lets go of your hand and you squeal. You plant your foot to stop yourself and turn around. Your heart stops at the sight. He has that look on his face and you think you understand where it's coming from now. He’s on one knee, both of his hands are tightly gripping the little blue, velvet box. The tears form in a record time as you hear him speak.
“You’ve given me the happiest moments of my life but there’s nothing that would make me happier than being your husband. I promise that I’ll spend every waking second of my existence trying to make you the happiest woman on the planet. I love you, ya amar and I would love for you to marry me…” he says, not breaking eye contact once, holding himself back from running up to you and wiping the tears off your face.
“Oh Yassine you big idiot!” you exclaim and his blood runs cold. Of course you didn’t want to marry him. As happy as you made him, he was just a thorn in your side, just as he always expected. How stupi-
“You already make me the happiest woman in the universe! Of course I’ll marry you!” you say, running over to him, savouring the way his face lights up. He gets up and back onto his feet, hands shaking like crazy as he places the ring on your finger. You take a second to admire it: it's perfect, exactly the kind of ring you would have chosen for yourself for something like this. He knew you too well. It's only a second before you look at him, both of you now in tears as you pull him down for a kiss. You feel his tears drop onto your face and his arms wrap around your body to bring you impossibly closer. You think your heart is gonna burst with how happy you are. To finally tie the knot with the man who was willing to give you everything in the universe. You had felt it for so long that the relief you were feeling was indescribable. Your Yassine. Your kind, smart, handsome, funny Yassine was going to be your husband. And to think he had any doubts about it was crazy to you.
The relief and joy he felt was all-encompassing. Every neuron in his body was alive and firing with excitement at the idea of you being his wife. He loved you with everything he had and now you were finally going to get married. He’d spent months dreaming of his moment and years dreaming of it. He had known from very early on that it was you. It was always going to be you. His angel, his sunshine, his rock. His instincts had never let him down before and today was evidently no exception.
“I TOLD YOU, DUMBASS!” you laugh into the kiss as you hear the familiar voice and the cheers that follow. Of course everyone was here. You were shocked that you didn’t realise that before. No wonder poor Yassine was so nervous during the walk over.
“Sorry, I thought they’d behave themselves.” he mumbles into your lips, not ready to pull away.
“They’re not too bad.” you assure him, lips crashing into his in yet another bruising kiss.
The rest of the night is spent with the whole team on the grass, careful to not leave a mess behind as you all celebrate the night together. Your head rests on his shoulder, a hand encased in his as you soak in the atmosphere. Perfectly content and relaxed. Ready and excited for what the future held.
“You do prefer natural gem cuts, don’t you?” he whispers. It's clearly not quiet enough as Hakim and Nayef overhear the question and let out a frustrated groan.
“Not this again!"
a month late but it's a pretty long one so I hope u forgive me, lovelies xxxx
tagged by: @0alanasworld0 ( omds alana i love you so much )
name: Sapphire
birthday: April 13
zodiac sign: aries ♈️
hobbies: reading and sleeping
favourite colors: red, white, black, lilac
favourite books: why men loves bitches by sherry argov and the 48 laws of power by michael greene. i've been very much into psychological books lately
last song you listened to: america has a problem by beyonce. "Twenty-forty-eighty out the trap, Hit it with the rap, put it on the map, Then we right back" has been stuck in my head for daysss
last film you watched: i just watched this movie called don't breath about a trio of robbers who robs the house of an old veteran man turned blind but all his senses are heightened so he hunts them down. a bit creepy, very gore centered. i give it a 7.8/10
something that helps people: i think that when some people will finally realize that you have to stop putting others on a pedestal and think highly of yourself ( not to the point of arrogance tho ), this might make you happier in some aspects of life such as love. your own person should be #1 and i think that when you embrace yourself to the highest point of love, your world change and your interactions with others change too because they can feel it and they will reflect the behaviour you have towards yourself
meaning behind url: tbh when i created my acc like 2 years ago, i wasn't gonna write fics or anything i just wanted to read because at the time wattpad was dead. i simply opted for my first name with my last name's initial and i never changed it cause i quite like it and i have also no originality in usernames✋🏽
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currently all my works for him have been privated and will remain so till the case comes to a conclusion.
always always support the victims who come forward. it takes so much to purse legal action against anyone, let alone a very rich and famous player who has millions behind him. money talks and in some cases stops people from talking. its very easy for someone who has money to sweep things under the rug if they so please.
these things are not to be taken lightly and it disgusts me some of the comments i've seen turning this into some afternoon gossip. using this to push other agendas, or not taking the issue of s/a and rape against women seriously as a whole.
in any case supporting a potential liar is much better than a potential rapist. anyone who is defending him, coming after the woman, and saying other nasty remarks is more than free to block me. you are not welcome on my page.
i will also be watching mbappe and his possible remarks because if he ends up showing support in the wrong places his works will be pulled as well.
this is another reminder that we do not know these men in any capacity. they're just very rich and influential men at the end of the day.
Husband/Father-to-be Duties (Achraf Hakimi x reader) *request
Request: i was wondering if you could write a fic for achraf hakimi where his wife is pregnant ( like already halfway through her pregnancy ) and she comes by to visit him at practice and she doesn't feel well, but nothing serious, just achraf being worried and protective over her <3
Warnings: descriptions of pregnancy
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks for the nth time this morning as he carries you to the bed from the bath. You’ve insisted more times than you can count that you can go about your normal daily routine without his assistance but from the very early stages of the pregnancy, he’s been obsessively making sure that you don’t lift a finger. And that your routine is more luxurious than usual. The glow on your face is ethereal but not enough to settle his concerns.
“Arra, I swear down if you don’t get yourself to training…” you say with a smile. It gets on your nerves at times but today you’re feeling a bit… fuzzy and his presence is very much what you need at the moment.
“You haven’t even had breakfast, my love! What kind of father and husband lets his family go hungry at a time like this?!” he tuts, ruffling your hair.
“I could… I don't know… make it myself?” you jokingly, shaking your head at his antics.
“In your state? Absolutely not! You need rest and nutrition! Trust me, honey: I’m a professional athlete!” he states proudly while you laugh. He smiles at the sound and presses kisses all over face to keep it going. That is until he feels your stomach growling and decides that enough is enough.
“Don’t go anywhere!” he says, pointing his finger accusingly before leaving to whip something up for the pair of you. You sneer; he’s not a fan of your attempts to do your share of the house chores. It’s not like you’d actually find anything to do but nonetheless.
You do as per his instruction, knowing that at the end of the day, he’s right. You take to scrolling through your phone and before you know it, he’s back and with a full plate fresh and hot just for you.
“You spoil me.” you say dreamily as you pull him in for a kiss. You feel him smile into it as he cups your face. It was true, even before the pregnancy, even before you even got together he was always an unbelievably giving person to those around him. Of course when things did become official, he took things up a notch for you but regardless: he was a kind soul and you felt incredibly lucky to call him yours.
“I’m just doing my basic husband/father duties.” he says with a blissful sigh, melting into your warm embrace. Much to his dismay, the moment is cut short by his phone vibrating. You let go of the hug, ignoring his whining to turn around and give it to him.
He reluctantly takes it from you, answering the call with a small scowl on his face. It turns into a look of worry as he gulps and puts down the phone, nervously looking at you while you smirk.
“I-”
“Should definitely get to training?” you say with your eyebrows raised, pinching his chin. He nods, pouting slightly. Even though the pregnancy has allowed him a lot of freedom (less and shorter training sessions, opportunities to leave the stadium and see you if he has to etc.), he still feels guilty that he isn’t spending all of his time focussing on you. He knows that he isn’t at the stage where he needs to be there every second of every day but still: his mind would be a lot kinder to him if he could make sure that you were healthy and comfortable at all times. You can see the confliction in his eyes so you try to sooth him and clear the train of thought that's currently distressing him.
“Look, I promise that if anything happens, you’ll be the first one I call. I think I can cope for a few hours alone, hmm?” You grow a little concerned as he looks to be in deep thought.
What mad plan is he cooking up this time? You ask yourself as you narrow your eyes at him. His eyes light up after a few seconds. Oh no…
“I think Steph’s free…” he murmurs, typing away at his phone with a small smile on his face.
“Oh no, we couldn’t! She just got back from Milan a couple days ago; have mercy and give her some rest, will you!” you exclaim, throwing your hands up in the air. He laughs, shaking his head and pressing one more kiss to your forehead before getting up and grabbing his kit.
“Well luckily for you, she said that she would love to help out so you don’t have to worry your pretty little head about that!” he gleefully declares.
“I suppose some company would be nice…” you trail off as he quickly goes through his mental checklist.
“Exactly! We’re not taking any chances on this!” he says while walking out the door. But he shortly returns to press another kiss to your lips, making you giggle before picking you up and carrying you downstairs.
“Arra, I’m perfectly capable of walking down the stairs myself!” you chastise teasingly when he sets you down on the living room couch. He shakes his head, grabbing a blanket and throwing it over your lap.
“No chances!” he reminds you, kissing you for the final time before leaving the house.
You sigh out as you excitedly wait for Steph to arrive. In your current state, you would love to just cling onto Achraf 24/7 but you suppose that one of your closest friends is the next best thing. Your thoughts turn to your beloved husband to pass the time and a smile immediately makes its way onto your face. He never let you feel sidelined or unloved even with his career reaching its peak. His love and respect for you always shone through his actions and your heart warmed as you recalled the little things he would do so you never forgot who his top priority was. Time apart was difficult but you never once doubted your relationship with him, he simply wouldn’t allow it. Little notes and gifts he would dot around the house and hope you would find as you went about your day; sappy text messages about things that remind him of you or how much he misses you. You always felt so full of love that you thought you could burst. Your joyful train of thought is interrupted as you hear the doorbell ring and you have to remind yourself to slow down as you get up to open it.
You’re almost instantly enveloped in a warm hug and you smile, overjoyed to be reunited with Steph once more. When you break the hug, you notice the variety of bags on her arms and try to grab a few so you could help her out.
“No no no, I was given clear instructions to keep you relaxed!” she insists, walking through the door and dropping them on the floor.
“Even when your blood circulation is about to be cut off?” you tease, raising an eyebrow. She shrugs and guides you back to the couch to sit down.
“Okay so i basically have the entire snacks section of the grocery store in there so if you need anything, let me know!” she says before plopping onto the couch next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder to give you a small hug. You melt into it, feeling extra affectionate.
She fulfils Achraf’s role perfectly: guiding you and keeping a very close eye if you want to walk around, grabbing anything that would require you to bend or reach for before you can even think about it, letting you pick the shows and movies for once; it’s a good laugh. That is until you start missing him. You quieten down and Steph picks up on the change in mood fairly quickly.
“Should I go out and grab more oreos?” she tries as the tears form in your eyes. She notices your gaze shifting towards the photo on the wall. It’s a blurry one of you and your love, caught in a moment you can’t even remember the exact details of but you remember never having laughed as hard in your life. You don’t know what's come over you but suddenly the thought of being away for any longer brings a wave of homesickness through you.
“Oh god no no no no uh… I have an idea!” Steph rushes to give you a tight hug, trying to delay the incoming breakdown.
“How about I bring you along to training? Kyky already wanted me to stop by to pick him up so how’s about we get there early, yeah? It’ll be lunchtime over there soon! Let's give Arra a little surprise?” she suggests and she sighs a breath of relief as you return a light squeeze. The smile on your face when she lets go is all she needs as she gathers all the essentials: baby bag, snacks and all as she supports your short walk to the car. You would chastise her the same way you do Achraf but the contact is quite comforting so you let it slide without complaint.
The car ride is exactly what you needed to lift your mood in the meantime as you both belt the lyrics to one of the songs on your playlist as out of tune as could be. Your near-breakdown experience is almost entirely forgotten as you see the stadium. You feel a slight pang in your head as the car stops but you pay it no mind as you walk together, slowly, to the entrance. The process is sped up once the reception lady sees your state and lets you both through with some added assistance from one of the security guards.
Achraf, as if he already knew, turned his head around the exact moment you and Steph made it out of the bunker and into the sub bench. A smile instantly appears on his face and he sighs out blissfully. The men around him roll their eyes as they pack away the cones and bibs. Thank goodness it was lunchtime and you weren’t going to be distracting him. You look up and gleefully wave at him. He jogs over to you, leaving his friends to pack everything away on their own. They would say something snarky but it’s not like he’d hear it anyway. It wasn’t as fun when he proudly admitted to being completely and utterly whipped for you.
“Isn’t this a good way to recover from being bullied!” he says, wrapping you in a hug that has all of your worries and sorrows melting away. You rub circles onto his back and he narrows his eyes at Steph who makes a crying gesture. He nods slightly in acknowledgement and leaves a kiss behind your ear before letting go and bringing your face towards him in a gentle kiss that finally fulfils your desire for his warmth. Before he gets a chance to say anything, Kylian comes up behind him to pat him on the back.
“I’ll grab lunch?” he asks, knowing that Achraf isn’t going to want to be away from you now that you’re here. Achraf nods and smiles, patting him on the back in return. Kylian holds his hand out for Steph as they leave together.
“Thanks, Kyks!” he says before sitting beside you.
“So…”
“If you’re thinking of teasing me, I will not hesitate to punch you.” you say, eyes narrowed and he holds up his hands in surrender.
“I wouldn’t dare, my love.” he says matter-of-factly and you hum in suspicion. Soon the whole team has returned, taking their seats around you and Achraf.
“You know, if you asked me about this idiot being a father three years ago I would have laughed in his face. Wouldn’t trust him with a goldfish bowl and now he’s superdad? Showing off the ultrasounds; going over his plans, notes, NOTES! I don’t know what you’ve done to him but from the bottom of my heart, thank you!” Sergio puts a hand on his heart, eyes widening as he sees the empty bottle fly towards his face. You laugh at the exchange, nudging your Arra jokingly. You feel that pounding in your head every once in a while but you remember some of the symptoms and ignore it again without another thought.
As lunchtime draws to a close, the boys one-by-one get up to put everything away and put the training gear back out. Achraf stays with you for as long as he can but eventually Kylian manages to pull him away to begin training again. You don’t feel abandoned at all as Steph continues to keep you company and Achraf smiles and makes faces in your direction every once in a while. Admittedly, he’s also just concerned. He knows that it’s good for you to get out and have some fresh air as well as a walk but his mind is on edge with hypotheticals of what could happen. He had to be prepared for just about anything but he feared that something would come along that he hadn’t prepared for. He knew he wasn’t always the most responsible person in the room but for you, when you had so much faith and trust in him, the idea of letting you get hurt or anything going awry just made his stomach churn.
You struggle to ignore the next pang in your head as you press your temples and groan. Steph immediately stops what she’s doing and looks to you, a comforting hand on your shoulder as you wait for the pain to subside. You groan perhaps a little too loudly as the team’s heads turn towards you with concern. Achraf is there within a second, panting lightly as he kneels and places his hands on yours, trying to pry them off your temples.
“Sweetheart, can you look at me?” he asks quietly, eyes glazed over in concern. He’s so grateful that you’re here now and he can keep an eye on you.
“I’m fine, it's just a bit of a headache. I swear it's nothing, I’m probably exaggerating.” you mumble, allowing him to remove your hands and replace him with his own.
“Hey no, if you say it hurts then I believe you!” he reassures you with a kiss to the crown of your head.
“The tylenol is in the bag right?” he clarifies with Steph and breathes out in relief when he sees her take out a couple pills already and hand them over, he opens his water bottle and tilts your head up so you can take the medication. You look up at him with tired eyes and he runs a hand through your hair.
“We should probably get home, huh?” he says with a small smile, thumb gliding over your cheek. Your eyes widen slightly.
“No no no I’m fine, I know the timing is bad but-”
“No buts: we’re going to go home and I'm going to make sure you sleep off whatever this is.” he looks at you expectedly and you nod with a defeated sigh.
“You’re not carrying me.” you mutter, grabbing onto his arm for support as you get onto your feet. He nods, interlinking your arms so that you can walk together to the car.
Although his mind is still racing with concern, the walk is pleasant and you’re both just grateful to be together. Hid dumb jokes and dazzling smiles are exactly what you need right now. As he grabs his kit in the locker room, he fishes through his things to find his protein bar. You hate them usually but recently he’s noticed that they’ve been going missing. He hands it over to you and you gladly accept it with a smile, snacking on it as he gathers his things.
Reaching home was a huge relief for you. You pretend to be annoyed with him for carrying you up the stairs but both of you know that it's what you need. The headache has subsided but the last thing you need is to overexert yourself and trigger it again. The crisp sheets feel heavenly against your skin and all of a sudden, it's a struggle to keep your eyes open. Achraf throws off his shirt and gets behind you, gentle hands pressing into your tense shoulders and upper back to relieve some of the tension. You lull your head back to rest on his shoulder and your eyes flutter closed as you savour the feeling.
“You know I trust you, right? Like completely.” you clarify, mind flashing back to the look of guilt on his face as your headache rendered you completely drained.
“I wish I could trust myself.” he mutters dejectedly. A proper husband would be at home. A proper husband wouldn’t have to rely on anyone to keep an eye on his wife and baby. He chastises himself internally. The hand on his brings him out of the abyss of self-doubt.
“Look, if there was something you weren’t doing enough of, I wouldn’t hesitate to tell you. But you outdo yourself at every point. Today’s just been one of those days for me, there’s nothing you could have done to prevent it, I promise.” you attempt to reassure him and he must admit, he does feel relieved that you feel the way you do, that's what matters most at the end of the day. His hands travel down to your belly which he allows to linger. You smile, enjoying the peaceful moment. You’re both startled as you feel it for the first time. It’s faint but with his hand at the right spot, it's definitely there. The lightest of kicks. His hand shakes a little and he tears up. You turn your head around to kiss him and wipe away the stray tear that lands on his cheek, chuckling at the feeling of the kicks. The second kick is a little stronger than the first and you’re both smiling widely.
“He’s learned from the best, huh?” you tease, coaxing a laugh out of him. He doesn’t think the moment could get any better: his little family feeling so much more real. He doesn;t feel as doubtful of his abilities, rather he feels hopeful. He’s sharing this moment with you of all people, he’s going to be just fine.
“We need some sleep, my love.” he murmurs against your hair and you chuckle quietly. The day has been a bit of a roller coaster for both of you, to say the least. With his assistance, you lay on your side and he moves his head down to your belly, pressing a kiss and mumbling a prayer before moving to lay behind you, an arm over your waist and hand smoothing over your belly as exhaustion finally hits him too. You’re here with the baby and with him, safe and satisfied. It was all gonna be okay.
finally finished my first ever hakimi fic! it was such a cute request so tysm for sending it in, anon!! i hope u enjoy, lovelies xxxxxx
People from TikTok, girl. We are much better than this mess you have on this trash place Thats why no one uses it. We just wanted to see, and we've seen enough. Weird ass people fr. All it takes is one video for everyone to come for you. Don't try us.
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HELP WHAT. WTF AM I READING. I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING????
''DONT TRY US." IM CRYING IM CRYING THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY
it is so funny how little clamps of gems are reading smut which is crazy to me cause pls sit the fuck down first of all, second of all go do your multiplication tables, it will help you get smarter BUT i doubt it's gonna happen :/
if you think tumblr is dead, get off the app and stop embarassing yourself like this and this is very much pointed towards that unintelligent anonymous person in @prettypleiades inbox.
and i already know you gon say sum like "it was never that deep" bs but girlie i know? i just love to drag people in the mud, it's funny and now you're my victim🤭
please take this as a joke, then i'll know you have some kind of a sense of humour.
People from TikTok, girl. We are much better than this mess you have on this trash place Thats why no one uses it. We just wanted to see, and we've seen enough. Weird ass people fr. All it takes is one video for everyone to come for you. Don't try us.
😀😀😀😀😀
HELP WHAT. WTF AM I READING. I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING????
''DONT TRY US." IM CRYING IM CRYING THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY
Omgggg more Ziyech fics plsss what about traveling to Morocco with him? And being treated like soooo good by the people cause yk he is like a royalty to us moroccans love that man sm AND YOUR WRITING
hii! thank you so much that means a lot to me 🥰. this fic kind of sum up your request and i don't think i could've done better honestly, this one is soo cute. but there's definitely more ziyech content coming out xxx
Can I request a fluffy one with Sonny after a game day? Like the game was a Suchanfragen he is in a good mood when he come home?
You can write whatever you want. I just need some fluff 🙏🏻
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( drabble ) | masterlist
"i am a lucky man."
summary: sonny loves to rant about his matches to reader.
pairing: son heung-min x fem!reader
warnings: fluff, not proofread.
a/n: i'm sorry i haven't upload much this week. do not worry, i am working one by one on the remaining requests and after that i might reopen my requests if i do decide to not work on my original ideas. i hope you and everyone that reads this, enjoy <3.
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with a grin, y/n quietly observed her husband makes his way inside their home, a smirk planted on his face as he removed his shoes and walked inside the living room where y/n was resting, laying down on her.
"oh my god sonny! you're too heavy, get off." she laughed at him who despite her order, remained still, wrapping his arms tightly around her to not let her escape.
his smile stayed on the corner of his lips as he made himself more comfortable. "did you watch the match?" he asked, lifting up his head to look at her.
she nodded, "of course. i will always find a way to watch all of your matches." she said, kissing his temple. sonny had been dejected when y/n had told him that she couldn't attend in person his match against arsenal fc due to a work emergency.
but she was able to watch on it, cheering for him from her office and while doing so, received many teasing smiles and looks from her co-workers who clearly overheard her from down the hall.
"but did you see my assist? thinking about it makes me wanna cry. but like, we couldn't of win without kane you know? but what was very funny was when richy got into it with white, absolute madness."
y/n remained silent, a hand caressing through sonny's hair as he excitedly continued to rant and ask himself and her many questions regarding their beautiful win.
when she noted that he stopped talking so fast to the point he now didn't say anything, she chimed in with a smile, "and i'm proud of you honey, always."
sonny smiled back at her warmly, placing himself completely on top her, his body hovering hers.
"you always make me happy with those words." he said, placing multiple delicate kisses all over her face until he kissed her lips as his hands roamed down her body.
she chuckled against his lips and let out a yelp when he suddenly lifted both of them and carried her to their bedroom as laughs echoed through their home.
"i am a lucky man." she laughed even more when he made his comment.
hey could you make a fic on hakim like that wife!reader and short stature compare to him and that he makes fun of her every time when she has to drive the car at hakimthe seat is too far back when he give him hugs he engulfs him in his tall figure cute mments
hi! i was about to work on that until i came across this fic from @liliclarkbyers. it's amazing and i deemed that it wasn't necessary for me to write a fic with the exact same concept when this gem is right here <3.
