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BF!LAMINE he's not afraid to love loudly. whether in public or on social media, he takes every opportunity to let your relationship be known.
BF!LAMINE one of his favourite things to do is to try and teach you football tricks and then tease you when you struggle to understand. even if you fail miserably or master it the first time, he loves doing what he loves, with the person he loves.
BF!LAMINE he loves having you around and including you in moments with his family. watching football games, going out for lunch, or even just coming over to hang.
BF!LAMINE he always want to make sure that his jersey is the only one you wear out. not because he gets jealous, but because he likes being shown off by you.
BF!LAMINE he'll come home after training and talk to you about how the whole thing went. telling you that coach kept getting on his and cubarsí's ass but not mentioning the part where the two of them kept messing around.
BF!LAMINE loves back scratches and when you run your fingers through his hair.
BF!LAMINE is the type to have his love language be physical touch and buying you gifts. never has to be anything fancy. something as simple as buying you your favourite candy while out, or a bracelet made from beads of your favourite colour.
BF!LAMINE piggy backing off of that, he bought you a necklace and himself a bracelet with your initials on them that he wears whenever he can.
BF!LAMINE he loves to annoy you on purpose just for a reaction, and will then tease you for it.
BF!LAMINE i'm convinced he'd be the type of guy to cancel on hangout plans with his friends if he finds out you'd also be free at that same time. he'd rather spend a day with you doing nothing in bed than anything else.
BF!LAMINE his teammates tease him all the time at camp. things like calling him your boy/mr. rather than his name, making weird noise in the background of your calls or even trying to get in the camera view while you're on facetime.
I'm actually so sorry for not posting that fic yet. I've currently got my ballet exams and job overlapping and it's been hard to finish it! I am working on it and will be posting some hcs until I can feed you people properly 🥹🥹
Could you write something like Declan x foreign reader? Reader moved to england to study but is from a Mediterranean country and they go on vacation to their hometown?
thank you for requesting! and I love this idea. will start working on it today !!
I can't find the person who requested I add lamine yamal to my masterlist.😭😭 Idk if you've changed your username but please lmk because the user I've got no longer tags !!
Writing my first jobe.b series. Deadass already close to giving up but I've had this idea and moodboard up in my drafts for ages now. Posting the hq of it tonight.
Everything that's part of the ff will be linked to the moodboard for easy access.
. summary jobe headcanons if he was your footballer boyfie
boyfriend!jobe ... he's the kind to bring you home small gifts that remind him of you. or even bring you a fresh bouquet of flowers every few days. it's his little way of showing you're always on his mind.
boyfriend!jobe ... can't STAND when people disrespect you. will speak up in the moment if needed, and if it's bad enough he'll cut the person off completely after conversing with you first. your opinions and perceptions matter just as much to him in situations.
boyfriend!jobe ... genuinely is your number one supporter. anything you acheive is also a victory of his own. he would never let himself get in the way of your goals and dreams, but would indeed be the proudest man as he'd stand by your side to cheer you on for anything and everything.
boyfriend!jobe ... stays soft during arguments. one of his biggest fears is creating a barrier between the two of you due to miscommunication or lack of regulating emotions with one another. he's not necessarily trying to argue, but without communicating it could become something fake and or toxic. which is what he will never let by.
"i know you're upset love, but we still have to talk." he said, sitting on the edge of the bed as you blow dried your hair in the bathroom across.
"there's nothing to talk about, jobe."
he let a soft exhale leave his mouth. then a beat of silence passed. "babe,"
"what." refusing to look over at him through the doorway.
"come here." tone as soft as a man wanting to soothe and understand, not to prove himself right and disregard your point of view.
boyfriend!jobe ... a handbook gentleman. will not let you open doors first, always pulling out a chair for you, never letting you walk on the road side of the side walk. he never feels pleased nor settled with himself if he does otherwise.
boyfriend!jobe ... already knows your the one, when you meet his family for the first time and instantly click. family is everything to him, and if he wishes to have one of his own it's superrr important to him that you can fit into his life and household as it is. because that's one thing he's not willingly to change just to make a single relationship work.
boyfriend!jobe ... loves physical touch. whether it be a hand resting on your lower back in public, or especially in those moments when you two are alone. his arms wrapping around you as you both laid dead on the couch, warm hands slipping up under your shirt, thumbs tracing circling motions.
boyfriend!jobe ... has a guilty pleasure of being called the sweet nicknames you've established for him. the only difference from him and most guys, is that he WANTS you to do it in public. he wants it to be know that your both completely and utterly devoted to each other.
boyfriend!jobe ... he hates making you jealous, even if it's not on purpose. but he can't deny the fact that it feeds a part of him, knowing that you love him to that extent.
"i can't believe you" you mumbled. pissed at the girl that had tried to throw herself at YOUR man, to get his attention. the image of her hands on his arm and that stupid, home-wrecking gleam in her eyes imprinted behind your eyelids.
"baby, come on." he let out a low chuckle, but it only held half the usual humor. "she was being friendly. that's it. all right?"
"she looked a second away from trying to jump your bones." now visibly upset, and it made him frown.
he moved to stand infront of you.
"hey. baby, look at me." his hands held your face like you were something so dangerously fragile.
"i've got eyes for no one, but this gorgeous woman before me. this, gorgeous... sweet... and fierce woman." he paused, making sure you were taking in every word as he held eye contact.
"understand?"
it made you melt, all you could do was smile. 'how could one be so lucky.'
boyfriend!jobe ... takes every chance he can to compliment you. no matter if you believe it or not. he means every word, and he makes sure you know he does. he doesn't like the thought of you seeing yourself for less than what you were. and makes it his mission to remind you everyday.
(little smut warning)
boyfriend!jobe ... lowkey has a neck biting kink. ESPECIALLYYY when you do it to him. he loves the feeling of you on top of him, teeth nipping at his skin. that, and the friction from you two grinding is an absolute deadly combination for him.
isn't much but im soooo tired 😭😭 i'll probably be posting more footballer aus/headcanons now. i've missed my fine ass men.
:: being friends with ginny had it's perks. those perks being her older brother of course
wc: 3.3k
warnings: purposeful lowercase
being friends ginny meant being taken in by her family as if you had the weasley name yourself.
at some point you'd stopped being "ginny's friend" and simply become another addition to the burrow. it was normal by now. molly placing an extra plate out on the dinning table before even asking if you were coming. arthur greeting you with that same warmth he greeted his own children with. and the twins had long since given up knocking before barging into your guest room whenever you stayed over.
there was no ceremonial moment or pinpointed day it happened. one day you were just a nervous first year, clinging to ginny's side. and the next you were spending holidays at the burrow, borrowing jumpers from the overflowing coat rack, and getting dragged into family arguments that had absolutely nothing to do with you.
the weasleys stopped asking if you'd be joining them for the holidays. instead they asked when you'd be arriving.
"absolutely not."
you looked up just in time to see molly swat fred's hand away from the plate of freshly made scones.
"mum," fred complained. "you're starving your own son."
"i fed you twenty minutes ago."
"that was twenty minutes ago."
from across the table george chimed in, nodding solemnly. "a growing boy needs nourishment."
"you're seventeen"
"still growing."
you snorted quietly, taking a sip of your tea.
fred's head immediately whipped in your direction.
"oh, you think that's funny, do you?"
without giving you a chance to answer, he leant over the table and snagged a piece of toast straight off your plate.
"fred!"
"finders keepers."
it wasn't unusual. not anymore at least.
there had been dozens of moments over the years that insinuated the fact that the weasleys had quietly grown to claim you as one of their own.
like the time molly had knitted you your own christmas sweater. or when arthur took pride in showing off your exam results. or even when percy had spent a full blown twenty minutes giving you a lecture on homework and punctuality. which was perhaps the greatest sign of acceptance anyone could receive.
unfortunately. being treated like family also came with its consequences.
specifically, the lack of respect for personal property.
"has anyone seen my coat?"
"no."
"negative."
"not that i know of."
the responses came far too quickly.
you narrowed your eyes towards the twins who seemed far too focused on books they'd never cared to read.
"you're wearing it, for merlins sake."
fred paused, looking down at the sleeves on his arms.
then looked back at you.
"oh, would you look at that."
"i think she's right, fred." george squinted from the opposite side of the couch.
"brilliant observation george." ginny said sarcastically from the dining table where she had books splayed out before her.
"thank you."
"take it off, it's my favourite coat."
"it was your favourite coat," fred corrected "happens to be mine too. it's what we call shared custody."
"you stole it, that is not the same!"
"borrowed."
"it's been missing for months."
"extended borrowing." he shrugged with that stupid half tugged smile like he did no wrong.
"unbelievable." the words left your mouth as a mutter while you narrowed your eyes.
"y/n, there you are dear!" molly practically cooed.
you smiled, turning to face her as she gave you a short embrace. "heading out are you?" she asked, looking you head to toe.
"just visiting the library. i've got a few books i need to return."
"ah, perfect. would you mind stopping by the bakery and grabbing me a few things?" she clasped her hands in front of her chest.
"oh-, of course.."
"fantastic, let me write you a list."
you paused. your mouth opening to say something but closing quickly after no words came out. a few things never actually meant a few. you should've known that by now.
"here you are," she said after she'd scribbled down on a teared piece of paper, handing it to you.
she brushed her hands against her apon. "ron! RON!" molly called and rons head poked out over the stair railings shortly after.
"be a dear and go with y/n to pick some things up for me!"
"why me?" baffled at the fact that he'd been the chosen lackey out of everyone again.
"because i asked."
"that's hardly a reason."
"it's the only one your getting."
"it's no use mum." fred shook his head with pursed lips and raised brows.
"yeah. that boy's no good." george agreed.
she placed her hands on her hips, tilting her head and now looking at the two boys on the couch. with a shake of her head she spoke. "you lot can go with her than."
"now look what you've done fred." george hit the back of his brothers head.
"what i did? if anything it's ron's bloody fault!"
a moment of silence past as molly waited for someone to step up.
"don't make me come over there." she warned.
"i can't, i'm busy." george said, raising the open book in his hand.
her gaze flicked to fred who looked a second away from finding a similar excuse. but the thought vanished as soon as he met his mothers gaze.
"what-"
"get up!"
he threw the blanket off of himself and stood up.
"that's a'boy," she clapped a hand on his back. "now off you's go, i need those before dark!"
and with one last reminder from molly not to forget the eggs, and another from fred insisting he hadn't agreed to carry anything, you two set off down the winding dirt path. getting further and further from the burrow as you saught towards the village.
for the first few minutes neither of you spoke.
not because it was awkward.
quite the opposite really.
silence wasn't a foreign nor uncomfortable concept within yours and fred's relationship. years of friendship had seen to that. so now, walking side by side with nothing but the sound of the gravel crunching beneath your feet felt anything but uncommon.
fred was the first one to break it.
"so..."
you glanced over.
"library?" eyes gesturing to the tote bag of books slung over your shoulder.
you nodded
"thrilling day you've got planned."
"ha-ha." you've grown immune to fred's useless attempts at humour.
"let me guess. an encyclopaedia of moss?"
"no."
"the fascinating world of flobberworms?"
"definitely not."
"the life and times of the goblin liaison office?"
"i don't even think that's a real book."
"it should be."
"for who?"
"people who have trouble sleeping."
you shook your head with a chuckle. "i'm returning a novel."
fred stopped dramatically. "a novel?"
"yes."
"you've changed."
"i have, have i?"
"i hardly recognise you anymore."
"oh shut up." you rolled your eyes, nudging him with your elbow. "at least i read."
"i read."
"the labels on zonko's products don't count."
fred placed a hand on his heart.
"that was unnecessarily hurtful."
"wasn't wrong though." you muttered under your breath.
you finally found yourselves walking along the village pathways after some time. making a beeline towards the outside of the small library.
"do i have to come in?"
"yes."
"i think i'm allergic."
"to books?"
"to silence," he said, like it was some revelation before continuing.
"can't you take them in another day?"
"they have to be returned today."
"details."
"that's... quite literally the most important detail." you cocked a brow to which he grinned.
"don't be an idiot." the bell above the door chimed as you tugged him in after you. you made your way to the circulation desk to return the novel while fred began to wander aimlessly through shelves of books.
"back already?" the librarian asked with a smile.
you placed the couple of books on the desk. "afraid so."
"did you enjoy them?"
"enough to wish there were more chapters."
"i'll see if i can find you something similar."
"thanks."
by the time you'd finished you'd lost all sight of fred. you searched the aisles, finding him standing in the near-end section reading the pages of a colourful childrens book.
"finished bonding with the books?"
he looked up, snapping the book shut as he grinned. "are you? blimey. could you 'ave been any longer?" he said as he placed the book back in it's respective home.
you scoffed, though it came out more like a laugh. "come on. we have to get a move on if we want to be back by dawn."
"might wanna tell yourself that."
you turned your back to him, rolling your eyes regardless of the smile playing at your lips.
"hurry up."
"you love this."
"i tolerate it."
the walk through the village was easy. familiar in a way that it made memories auto play when passing by specific spots. almost making you forget that you were technically running errands.
the air shifted as you passed from the quiet lane of the library up into the louder hum of the ottery st catchpoles small high street. where shop windows reflected the light of the setting sun, and the smell of sugar drifted faintly in passing winds.
you entered the bakery and the smell of sweet pastries hit your senses almost immediately as you headed over to the glass counter.
"right," he said suddenly. "we're stopping here."
"we are not 'stopping here', i have a list."
"you have a list," he agreed. "but i have instinct."
you snorted. "which is usually wrong."
"i'm just saying," fred continued. "we should at least get one of everything."
"no."
"a selection."
"no."
"a small selection?"
you shot him a look over your shoulder. "fred."
he sighed dramatically, running a hand through his wind-knotted hair. "you're cruel, you know that?"
"i've been told."
"you deny me joy."
"i deny you unnecessary sugar."
you asked the man behind the counter for the listed items, while fred leaned closer towards the glass case. eyes scanning the pastries liked they'd personally done him wrong.
"you can't seriously expect me to stand in a bakery and not make any recommendations."
"i fully expect that," you said, which earnt you a long and offended pause.
then quietly, he spoke. like he was doing you a favour.
"you should get the jam tarts."
"i'm following a list."
"well your list is wrong."
"it's molly's list."
fred hesitated at that. "...your list is sacred, then." he amended.
the baker came back from behind the supply door, barely managing to place the first bag down on the countertop before you slid it over to fred.
"here."
he looked down at it, then back at you.
"excuse me?"
"you volunteered to come. now you carry."
"i was forced to come."
"and yet, here you are."
"i was wrongfully enlisted."
"by your mother."
"exactly."
"sounds like a 'you' problem." you smiled sweetly.
he looked at you before letting out a theatrical sigh. "i hope you appreciate the sacrifices i make."
"i appreciate you carrying all the shopping."
"i expected more gratitude for my doings."
"i'll think about it,"
"you wound me."
"i'll think about that, too."
the travel back to the burrow was uneventful.
well, uneventful compared to most peoples standards.
fred complained about carrying the shopping for the better half of the journey, despite every offer you made to take some of the bags. and somewhere along the way, he'd still managed to squeeze in a handful of dreadful jokes. ones of which he seemed far too proud of.
the sun had nearly set as the two of you finally stepped foot back into the burrow. the voices of george and ron arguing could be heard from the floors above. something george must've instigated again by the sounds of it.
fred dropped the paper bags onto the kitchen counter just as molly swept into the room.
"there you are!" she beamed, dusting her hands on her apron. "how did you get on? did you manage to find everything?"
"we survived." fred announced before you had a chance to answer.
"everything on the list." you assured after with a pursed smile, pulling the folded paper from your pocket and placing in on the table.
molly laughed softly, reaching over to the first bag. "and the library?"
"books returned."
"and a new one borrowed." fred added, hanging his (your) coat by the door.
mollys smiled widened. "i had a feeling."
she began unpacking the groceries, humming as she checked each item off her list, setting them aside after she did. "thank you, love."
"it was no trouble."
"it was." fred muttered. "i've been worked half to death."
molly didn't even look up. "you're still standing."
"barely "
"then you'll live."
within the hour, the smell over dinner had filled every space in the burrow.
as always, the table was crowded. conversations overlapping from one end to the other, making it nearly impossible to follow along a single train of thought. arthur recounted some interaction he had with a muggle during the afternoon, ginny and ron argued over the last roast potato, and fred and george partook every chance they could to instigate by chiming in to conversations.
you mostly listened, just enjoying your meal with a few laughs here and there as molly insisted everyone took seconds before they even finishes their firsts.
it was loud.
chaotic.
and something you'd grown to recognise as comforting.
as dinner worn on, the burrow began too settle into it's usual routine as time passed. plates were cleared, chairs scraped across the wooden floor as people dispersed. the chatter that had once filled the space now dwindled into quiet chatter and yawns.
arthur went into the shed after he said he'd "just be five minutes" which you all knew meant at least an hour. ginny disappeared into her room, ron flopped on the sofa and george vanished in the search of entertainment.
with everyone occupied with their own business, you went about yours. tucking the newly borrowed book under your arm and slipping out the door.
nobody questioned where you were going.
they never did.
you let your feet carry you down the familar path that wound through the field. it wasn't too far from the burrow, close enough that the golden glow of the kitchen lights were still visible, yet far enough away that the only in ear sounds were the crickets and the grass rustling from soft winds.
the old oak tree stood exactly where it always had. it's branches streched overhead like a canopy welcoming you in beneath it. you settled under it, leaning against the rough bark. the warm lighting of the setting sun peeked through the leaves, or lack thereof, making it all the more cozier.
for a while, that was all it was.
the peacefulness of being surrounded nature.
the turning of pages.
you'd become so engrossed in the book that the sound footsteps approaching hadn't registered until they came to a stop besides you.
"i've been look for ya' everywhere you know?" fred's voice broke the silence.
"i somehow doubt that." you replied without looking up.
"fair point. this was the only place i looked."
he just stood there, but you said nothing of it. not expecting anymore of him. "mum thought you might've snuck off."
"did she now?"
"not really."
you finally looked up, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.
"so, you just fancied interrupting me?"
"i prefer the term, 'keeping you company'." he shrugged. settling himself down besides you without so much as an invitation.
it was nice and quiet while it lasted.
fred leaned back against his hands, stretching his legs out in the grass like he'd planned to stay.
you returned to your book, though your attention wasn't nearly quite as fixated on the words themself as much as it was before.
"is it any good?" he eventually asked.
"i don't know yet."
"that sounds like it's already put you to sleep and you just being polite about it."
"it sounds like i've just only read the first three pages."
"same thing."
you huffed a quiet laugh and turned another page.
fred tilted his head slightly. "you always come out here?"
you finally looked up at him and there was a brief yet unbothered pause.
he had already been watching you, like he knew what you'd say anyway. he gave a small, easy nod. not needing an actual answer.
"yeah," he said simply, like the silence you kept was what he expected all along.
the silence settled.
the book rested loosely in your hands, unread. while his gaze shifted to the horizon, but not quite fixated on anything particular.
minutes passed like that.
both of you, just there.
eventually, fred spoke, quiter than before. "i didn't actually come out to ask you that."
"no?" as if it hadn't been obvious to you anyway.
"i just," he paused, knowing what he'd say wouldn't normally be something he'd bother to say aloud. "knew you'd be here."
it landed differently.
not new information.
just finally said.
you didn't answer, because you didn't have to. instead, you just silently stopped pretending that you didn't notice when he started showing up.
or how often.
or how quickly it'd become normal for him to just always be around.
"you've read that sentence four times."
you sighed. "i have not."
"you have."
you closed the book over your finger, marking where you were up to. "happy?"
"immensely."
you rolled your eyes, but the lingering smile on your face betrayed any real irritation.
the conversation faded as easily as it started. neither of you seemed bothered by it.
you opened your book again, more out of a habit than actual intention to read. fred shifted besides you, extending his legs across the grass.
the pages turned. once. twice. then stopped.
"you're still not reading."
"i'm trying."
"mhm."
you glanced sideways at him. "and who's fault is that?"
fred looked thoughtfully towards the sky. "i'd say yours."
"mine?"
"you keep getting distracted."
"i keep getting distracted?"
"well, you're certainly not looking at the book anymore." he shrugged.
"i'd say that's entirely your doing."
"my own?"
"i was reading perfectly fine before you decided to come and join uninvited."
"were you?"
"yes."
he hummed, purely unconvinced. or maybe just trying to bait you into proving him right.
"give us a look."
"no."
"oh, come on." he reaches but you lean away, avoiding the prying hand.
"you're insufferable."
"you've not read a single word since i've got here."
"maybe you should consider the fact that you're the problem here."
"i'll take that as a compliment."
"you would."
"i absolutely would."
you shook your head, smiling despite yourself.
"there it is."
you frowned almost instantly. "what?"
"that smile."
"what smile?"
"the one you get when you're trying very hard not to smile."
"i wasn't."
"you are."
"i'm not."
"you've just made it worse."
you let out a laugh, ducking your head.
"i hate that you notice these things."
he grinned. "i've had years of practice."
the words rested between you. he'd said them so casually. like it was something obvious. maybe it was. you'd known fred long enough to pick apart the things he'd say as jokes, but this one you couldn't seem to manage. then you let out a small laugh.
"that sounds awfully like an excuse."
fred didn't answer straight away.
but the grin stayed on his face. easy as ever, yet he didn't add anything to it this time. just looked at you, like he was waiting for the next line that never found it's way. because this time, stuck behind his teeth, was nothing. no joke to add on.
your eyes finally flickered to him properly.
and that was all it took.
his mouth met yours before either of you thought to make it anything else. it wasn't slow or careful like it would've have been if he stopped to think about it before acting, it just happened. like he'd decided this was better than whatever else he was going to say.
his hand found the grass besides you to steady himself, though there was nothing unsure about the way he kissed you.
