Summary: In which Hakim is having too much fun in the hot tub with his wife.
"Okay! Let's set some rules! First thing first, the water will not touch my hair, and if it does you'll take the blame so be careful!"You babbled as you set your foot in the hot tub that Hakim rented just for the two of you. He looked relaxed and yummy as ever, spreading his arms on the tub's edge in a manly manner, he was to die for. He eyed you up and down, making sure to gaze at every inch of naked skin in his sight, and his eyes sparkled as if it was the first time seeing you. He tapped the tub's edge as a sign for you to join him which you approved.
"You like what you see?" " Oh you know I always do!"
You sat next to him if it wasn't on him, Your legs across his lap while you wrapped your arms around his neck. He also wrapped his arms around your slim waist pulling you dangerously close to him, moving his hand up and down your stomach making you shiver.
" Life is treating me fairly at the moment! You by my side, more than I deserve!" His velvet voice was a little above a whisper and your love for him was warmer in your veins. You switched positions, saddling him while sticking your upper body to his, drawing him impossibly close.
"I just love you so much." You whispered softly, flicking his cheeks with your thumbs, adorning his beautiful features. His eyebrows rose together in amazement at your sudden boldness. His eyes were like mud, perfectly matched with the frown that permanently stained his face. His aquiline nose added character to his face. Your gaze fell to his lustrous lips and you couldn't stop yourself as you pulled him into a kiss. His lips felt so familiar it hurt your heart. His breathing had become more strained; his muscles tensed. You let yourself sink into his embrace as his hands flattened against your spine. The smell of your perfume, of the soft, peachy scent of your conditioner, was dizzying, butterflies dancing in your stomach. But warmth consumed you as you leaned into the kiss, Hakim’s lips impossibly soft against your own. You soon started to move your hips slowly against his as you felt him jerk underneath you, groaning lowly into your mouth.
" Don't start something you can't finish." He spoke as soon as he parted your lips apart, His voice was deep like the rumbling of the earth while his eyes were raging with desire.
" Please I need you! " He chuckled at your pleading tone
"Babe you know I take control, you'll be unable to walk properly for a week, and you don't want to explain that to the others." He was teasing you, his gravelly voice sounded low and rough and it only made your desire grow.
" Hakim! Please! " You were so desperate and he couldn't hold back anymore.
"All right, let's get you out of here! We don't want to get your hair wet!"
Hakim blessing us with those ig posts and i had to write smg abt it ! Enjoy !
Request: Hi! Please can yiu write something about hakim ziyech taking care of his sick wife( period) or the inverse you pick 😘 also i missed your writing
warnings: none
Hakim wakes up with a smile on his face almost immediately. The curtains allow beams of golden sunlight to peek into your shared bedroom. You were going to have to wake up for work soon but today was one of his scarce rest days. So for once, he was waking up with you instead of ridiculously early hours of the morning. His arm rests around your waist and his chest against your back. It was a peaceful moment that he wouldn’t trade for the world.
And it only got better when you turned around and he got to see your cute little face all scrunched up. He could feel his heart ready to burst out of his chest when you shuffled closer to snuggle into him. His arms immediately go around you to pull you even closer, flush against his warm skin. It would have made the moment perfect but you felt unusually warm against him and slightly sticky. He pays attention to your breathing and it sounds almost laboured.
Not long after, he hears you groan and sniff and you pull your head back to cough. However, once you start, you spiral and can’t stop yourself from nearly coughing your lungs out.
“Oh, angel…” He says softly, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead and once again pulling you to lay on top of him, gently playing with your hair as you calmed down from the cough attack.
“It’s just some sniffles, I’ll grab the pain meds and get to work…” you mumble, almost incoherent, as you shift to get off the bed. But Hakim wasn’t having it. He pulls you back in before you can get very far and you’re in no state to fight it so you relent, relaxing back into the covers.
“Absolutely not, I’ll call and let them know that you’re sick and I’LL grab what you need. I’m sentencing you to bed rest for the foreseeable future!” you groan and whine but he’s having none of it. Before he’s out of your bedroom door, you manage to get a few words out.
“Hakiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim…” you whine, shifting around and preparing yourself to get up.
“Don’t you ‘Hakim’ me, you’re not going to have to lift a finger and you’re gonna like it!” and with that he’s off and you concede, sinking back into the sheets.
He’s back soon enough with the thermometer, a cup of warm tea and the tablets. You can’t help but smile at the worried look on his face. You weren’t used to people taking care of you like this or being so attentive but Hakim would be Hakim. Always making you his first priority, your comfort and happiness are always at the top of his list.
“I could get used to this…” taking your first sip of the tea and sighing out at the way it soothed your burning throat. He smiles softly, placing his hand on your back, sneaking under your sleep shirt to smooth circles on the heated skin.
“It’s the least you deserve, sweets.” he whispers,edging his face towards you but you place a hand over his mouth before he can try anything.
“I’m gonna get you sick!” you whine and he huffs with a roll of his eyes.
“I’ll take my chances.” he tries again but once again, you push him away.
“Hakim…” you warn, tired eyes narrowed and he finally relents. Opting to sit at the edge of the bed as you finished the tea. He can see that you’re struggling to hold your head up and keep your eyes open so he’s quick to gather you in his arms and lay you down, tucking you tightly under the covers and you snuggle into the softness.
“Coooooooold…” you whine and he can’t help but laugh a little. He loved being able to baby you for once. You were always so headstrong, stubborn, so fiercely independent and it was one of the many reasons he admired you but he loved being able to be the one to care for you. Coddle you and cater to your every plea.
“Should I make more tea?” he offers and he can’t really see it with you bundled up in the blankets but you’re shaking your head. Slowly but surely, you manage to find the edge of the blanket, opening it up as if to offer him a spot under the covers with you.
He gladly takes up on it, finding his way under the soft blankets with you and pulling you to his chest again. You hum in relief.
“Mmmmm you’re like a walking space heater!” you mumble and you can’t seem to get close enough to him. He accepts your clinginess, placing a hand at the back of your head to gently scratch at your scalp. It doesn’t take you long to fall asleep after that, perfectly content in his arms and surrounded by his warmth. It was exactly what you needed in your state.
He was still worried, however. He had to be doing more. Without trying to disturb the sleep you very much needed, he reaches over to grab his phone. He knew exactly who to call.
“Mama?” he whispers, a smile making its way onto his face when he hears the comforting voice on the other side of the line.
“You know that soup you used to make?”
“That’s a top secret recipe, hbibi, you know that!” he can envision her shaking her head at his request.
“I know, I know! But I can’t just leave your daughter-in-law in this kind of state, can I?” and with that, the secrets are finally revealed. You were his mum’s soft spot. She saw you as an absolute blessing in their lives and Hakim often joked that she loved you more than himself. She would do anything for you like you were her own.
“Have you given her the tea?”
“Of course!”
“How many sugar cubes? I know what you’re like.” he rolls his eyes at her remark, blushing slightly in embarrassment at the memory of the video. He indeed had an insatiable sweet tooth but the Atay?! That was clearly a step too far for everyone. He was teased relentlessly when everyone got hold of zouma’s video. There had to have been at least 5 cubes casually dropped into the tea.
“The normal amount, don’t you worry!”
“Hmm, the last thing the poor angel needs is a cavity!” she laughs and his blush deepens.
“Okay, mama I’ll call later! I love you, bye!” he hangs up, not needing to be berated anymore for his sugar addiction.
It seems that his mum wasn’t done with him though because he receives a text shortly after he hangs up the phone. And of course, he had to be reminded about the olive oil. And alongside the reminder is a photo of a little recipe card and a warning to keep the secret within the family. He may have been the only one of his siblings to know but that was about as far as it was going to travel.
Thankfully, you’re so deep in your sleep that he’s able to worm his way out of your grasp and out of your bed, not forgetting to tuck you back in and pressing a kiss to your forehead before heading down to the kitchen to prepare the soup. It was going to take a while but he supposed that you would be sleeping for a while anyway.
And it definitely does take up most of the morning. He eventually has to get his mum on facetime for some more direct guidance, as direct as he could get, because there was no way he was going to get this wrong. He was going to cure you of whatever was making you feel so horrible.
He’s thrilled when he tastes it and he’s taken back to when he was a kid. Taking a couple days off school and getting the house to himself while the rest of his siblings were in school. Watching cartoons and enjoying his soup. Very few things beat that for him. It was pretty common for him and all of his siblings to try and feign sickness to enjoy it but their mother was much smarter than that, much to their dismay.
Hakim is almost tempted to finish the batch himself and reward himself for his success but he manages to stop himself and remember the task at hand.
By the time he’s up the stairs and back in your bedroom, soup and even more tea and some water all ready for you, the first thing he sees is your adorable grumpy face. At least he wasn’t going to have to wake you up.
“Hakim, it’s freezing!” you complain, somehow completely unaware of the sauna you were in.
“I’m sorry angel but I come bearing gifts!” he gestures to the tray but you’re having none of it. You felt exhausted and cold and the last thing on your mind was food. So you did the sensible, mature thing and fell back into the sheets, turning away so you weren’t facing him.
It may not have been the best reaction to you in your state but he had to laugh a little bit. You huff a little louder in disapproval and he manages to pull himself together before he really upset you.
“Angel, c’mon! You need to eat something if you want to feel better!” he urges but you’re still crumpy with him. Firstly for leaving you to freeze alone under your sheets and secondly for laughing at you.
“Not hungry.”
“Pleaaaaaaaasssse, I promise I won’t leave you alone again?” he attempts to bargain and he hears nothing. So he waits, time slowing down as he worries he’s actually upset you.
“Fine but only because I am a little bit hungry.” you mutter, taking your time to lift yourself to sit up. He happily takes his place next to you, grabbing the spoon but you push at his hand, eyebrows furrowed.
“I can feed myself!” but that clearly wasn’t stopping him.
“I promised that you weren’t going to have to lift a finger, I meant it literally and figuratively!” he jokes and that's what finally gets a laugh out of you. Although you have to stop yourself because it was somehow hurting muscles you didn’t know you had.
Upon the first taste, you’re pleasantly surprised by the dish. It’s delicate on your tongue, all the flavours in perfect harmony and the warmth of the spice soothing on your throat. It was good, really good.
“Your mum is a genius, you know?’ you smirk, avoiding his eyes as you wait for him to realise.
“Hey! How do you know that it wasn’t my own recipe? You could be living with the next Gordon Ramsay for all you know!” You snort at the idea of that. Hakim wasn’t the worst chef in the world by any means, he could get by just fine. But you knew that near-heavenly soul food like this must have been the work of someone entirely different.
Now it's his turn to sulk so once you’re done with the delicious meal, he leaves the tray on the bedside table, promptly crossing his arms and huffing. Much like you but it was so much funnier on a big, tough guy like him.
“Oh I’m sorry, love! It must have taken you forever and it was amazing! Next Gordon Ramsay?” you nudge him and his face twitches as he tries to hold back a smile.
“Are you really going to deny me your cuddles in my state?” you pout and he finally looks at you.
“I guess we both owe each other.” he rolls his eyes, pulling you into his warm hold. You smile, sighing out in pure relief when he pulls the blankets over your slightly shivering body, making sure that not a single square inch of your body was even remotely cold.
“I know exactly how you can repay me, you know…” you remove your face from his neck, waiting for his part of the deal.
“I’ve read that kisses are the cure to all and nothing would make me happier than to cure you! And it would only take me a second!” you deflate a little, rolling your eyes and hiding back under his chin as you shake your head as vigorously as you could manage.
“Your payback to me is to make yourself sick?” you scoff.
“It’s just an annoying little side-effect. I’m sure I can cope, as your big strong man hmm?” he tickles your side slightly so another laugh arises from you.
“You’re crazy.”
“You love it so you must be crazier.” Before you can talk back, he softly presses his lips against yours. You allow for the second that he assured but when you try to pull yourself off, he only follows, prolonging it. The hand now cradling the back of your head was indication enough that he wasn’t planning on stopping.
When he finally does release you to breathe, he’s met with your signature scowl and his eyes widen a little.
“ ‘it would only take me a second’ “ you mock.
“Hey I thought I’d up the dose to ensure its effectiveness!”
“Hakim, you’re going to get sick now!” you whine, pouting. Although hakim’s presence made things significantly better for you, you still felt terrible: achy and sore everywhere, you couldn’t breathe through your nose, your throat all itchy and you felt so weak in general. Horrible. The last thing you wanted was for him to be feeling that way too.
“I’ll be fine! Athlete genes are built different anyway.” he reassures but you’re not buying it at all. And you would argue but you were overcome with exhaustion and all of a sudden, sleep was just sounding too good to pass up.
Hakim is surprised by your silence and he worries but only for a moment. He feels your slow breathing against his neck, still slightly laboured but sounding a little better than the morning so he considers his time slaving away in the kitchen an ultimate success.
He decides not the disturb you although he could imagine how cute you looked with your face squished under his chin and against his neck. He also decides against leaving the bed again because the idea of snuggling up with you sounded like a beautiful one. He couldn’t think of a better way to spend the rest of the day. And soon enough, he falls into a peaceful slumber too although his grip around your body doesn’t loosen at all.
The next few days go very much the same. Much to your dismay, he does call off his training so that he can take care of you but it was nothing to him. You were far more important than anything in his eyes. He keeps to his word, waiting on you hand and foot; ready and waiting to fulfil every request of yours and somehow without getting sick of it. Any opportunity to spoil you, he took with open arms. His hard work and love doesn’t go to waste as you’re back to your usual self in no time.
Around 4 days after you first got ill, you wake up and you dread opening your eyes. You contemplated whether the splitting headache was even worth it. It was an inevitability that you despised. But you were feeling a little restless and it had been a while since you felt energetic enough to even get out of bed. When you do eventually open your eyes, first the left and then the right, you’re pleasantly surprised when you don’t feel your head spinning. The next test is breathing in, you didn't like having to constantly remind yourself to breathe through your mouth rather than your nose. And you didn’t like further irritating your sore throat by taking in the crisp air. You’re delighted when you realise that the stuffy nose has gone away too.
For the first time in what feels like forever, you’re feeling great. Like a whole new girl. But your attempt to rush out of bed to celebrate comes to a halt when you feel the arm draped across your waist constrict around you and pull you closer. Next you hear a loud groan followed by some coughs. You tried to warn him but alas.
“I feel horrible, angel! What on earth is wrong with me?” he wonders out loud.
“I’ll give you 3 guesses…” you shake your head, kissing his forehead before untangling yourself for him. You supposed it was your turn to dote on him for the next few days.
“Would your mum be okay with sharing that recipe with her dearest daughter-in-law?” you whisper and he chuckles a little, although a painful cough stops him in his tracks.
“You know the answer to that, my love.”
honestly still feeling a little bummed from that anon but y'know, we move on. thank you guys for being so supportive and kind abt it, i love you all very much and i hope u enjoy <3
hellooo could you make a picture on Hakim Ziyech that he is wife! reader have an age gap (she is 24 years old) except that it never shocked their family apart from the girl fans of hakim who are jealous so he tries to find n Doesn't matter if she has a pretext to give the reader a bad image of her
"Detest"
Hakim Ziyech x Wife!reader
WORDS : 1689
TW: nothing other than age gap relationship and fluff
Author note: Since many of you have been spaming my inbox for Hakim's fic, here I give you, Istg If you guys didn't read this, I'll hunt you guys one by one, and for anon, thank you for the ideas! I actually didn't read your request till the end so there's gonna be slight difference with your request, sorry ;(
You woke up earlier before Hakim; as usual, it's Saturday today, so that means hakim and you are free. Hakim has no training today, and you don't have any class, so you plan to make a simple breakfast for both of you.
You gently remove his hand from your waist, so you can get up from the bed without waking him up; he told you about how tired he was for this couple of days, so you let him rest for a little bit.
As you succeed in getting up from the bed, you tip-toed till you reach the door room, slowly to avoid making noise. Once you get out of the room, you start making your way to your house kitchen and start making breakfast. Just a simple omelette is enough. Due to Hakim's restricted diet, you can't do a lot with that,
After making the omelette, you go upstairs to your bedroom to check if he is still sleeping or already waking up from his sleep. Surprisingly, he is still sleeping like a baby. He really is tired, and he's not kidding about that. He is not even moving slightly; Hakim sleeps like when you left him earlier, so you go to him to wake him up.
"Hakim, wake up baby" you put your hand on his back as he is sleeping on his stomach, and his head turns sideways. You get close to his ear and start to whisper. "wake up, love; I made us breakfast."
To hakim, your voice is like a melody in his ears.
He started to stir from his sleep. He turns his head to your side and turn to lie on his back, You see him opening his eyes slowly due to the light coming into the room from the window.
"Morning wifey", you heard him, his morning voice always going to be your favourite thing; it's so attractive to you.
"Morning Hubby", you reply. "I make both of us omelette" You let him know. He nods and says thank you to you; Hakim asks you to wait for him because he wants to shower first before breakfast—typical Hakim.
While you wait for him to finish his shower, you sit on the living room couch downstairs and open your Instagram app on your phone.
You scroll through your feed until you find one headline posting enough to make your heart shattered. Picture of you and Hakim that you didn't quite remember when. But it's a picture of you holding his hand, walking around London.
"Hakim Ziyech married a 24 years old girl?" you read the headline title and continue to read the whole paragraph about both of you.
"The Chelsea footballer from Morocco is believed to be married to a girl that far different from his age. We also discovered her name and where she's studying.
Her name is Y/n Y/l/n, and she studies at Royal Holloway College in engineering courses. But that's not the actual point. We're going to talk about the age gap between the two of them, does Hakim's family okay with this? Do you think having an age gap in a relationship is okay? Let us know in the comment," You don't have to wait; the comment buttons on the screen make your hand itchy to tap it.
"Bro, what? You can do better Hakim."
"Hakim, what the heck is this? Can you see that she's not enough for you?"
"CUTE CUTE!! PARENTS!"
"They are both adults; they can think by themself; stop hating on innocent couple just because you guys are jealous!"
"There's nothing wrong with the age gap; at least they're happy and married, not like you; you guys that hate on him are disgusting af!"
"no thought, just weird."
"Hakim can pull every girl he want, but he choose the wrong one."
You don't even realise that your eyes start pooling with tears, but at least some of them are okay with this whole dilemma. You are so occupied reading the comment because it's so addictive to read.
You don't even realise Hakim is already downstairs, just finishing dressing himself up with a white t-shirt and sweatpants. How fast.
You feel a light tap on your shoulder, so you quickly turn off your phone before you turn around. Only to greet by Hakim face portrayed an unpleasant expression.
"Oh, hi you" you try to make everything look fine, but as soon as your tears come out, you know you have messed up.
"Don't. Hi me, why are you crying? What's a wrong sweetheart?" he asks you worriedly.
"Nothing Hakim I'm not crying, I'm yawning" you quickly wiped your tears. This time he proceeded to sit next to you.
"No, I'm not dumb, Y/n, you're crying, don't lie to me, tell me what's wrong?" he asks again, becoming more serious this time.
You just shook your head no; as soon as you wanted to leave the conversation, he grabbed your hand before you could leave the living room.
"Sit down; we talk about this", Hakim instruct. You try to get away from his grip and look at him again, but this time he gives you a stern look. "sit down". You do what he said, and you sit where you sat earlier. But your eyes are looking at the floor.
"Hey, look at me, angel, please" you ignore his call because you don't want him to see you in a state that you're currently trying so hard not to break down in front of him.
Until you feel Hakim hold your chin softly, so he can turn your sight and attention to him. "don't cry, I hate it when I see my wife cry", He tells you. Hakim brings you into hug. You can hear his soft heartbeat on your ears.
"shh, it's okay love, let it all out" you feel his hand rubbing your back smoothly. He waits until you calm down.
Once you stop crying, Hakim suddenly asks.
"can you give me your phone?" you look at him with confusion
"why?"
"just give it, baby, I want to know what makes my wife upset", he said
You no longer want to insist, so you just give him your phone. He takes your phone from your hand, and as you give him, Hakim opens the phone, and your lock screen pops up
A picture of him and you hugging each other while him kissing your crown, and you smile to the camera, you both took the pic when you both visit Dubai for you both Honeymoon
He inserts your password; of course, he knows your password; you're his wife, after all. After he inserts your phone password, the screen displays an Instagram comment section; you see him undo it to see what the posting is about. You saw him read for a while, open the comment section back, and scroll through it.
Unbelieve expression on his face, he turns his head to look at you.
"you know it's all not true, right?" you give him a silent reply and shrug.
"Y/n, please, don't let their words win; please, I'm begging you."
"But what they said is all correct," you said to him while your voice started to crack.
"okay show me, which one on the comment is correct? show me" he gives the phone back to you;
you cover your face with both hands and can't hold back your tears anymore. So you broke down once again.
"come here, Schatje" he opens his arm so you can hug him
"y/n, none of them is true; if only they knew how genuine you are, let's say the words are true; I don't think we will be married and living in the same house right now."
"Yes the age gap may be the problem, but not for us, for them, cause they don't know anything about our love life; it's not a problem for our family and friends. Did you see Ummi mad at me because Im married a beautiful young girl? no right? she even adore you and encourage me to keep you safe, what about your parents, do they mad at you for marrying a guy that older than you? no right?" he feels you nod on his chest so he continue
"There's no problem with us; the media are the ones who bring a problem. Please don't let them ruin our relationship; no please, I don't want that; you also don't want that to happen, right?"
You nod once again.
"Exactly baby, don't stress about it, just know that everything is alright, you're beautiful just the way you are; I don't care what people going to say about me, because I just know that I don't make any mistake in choosing, I fallen in love with a right person, she's a loyal and kind person, her love is unbeatable, her looks, well, her looks are a bonus thing for me, you're beautiful after all."
His words make you want to marry him for a second time.
You look up from his chest to look at him; then he turns his head to look down at you and give you a gentle smile.
"Do you mean all of it?" you ask him
"Of course my love"
"Thank you, Hakim, I'm sorry for being emotional this early in the morning", he wipes your tears with his soft hand.
"my pleasure and you have nothing to be sorry for; it's not your fault", He reassured and kissed you on your forehead.
"I'm hungry", you blurted out of nowhere; he laughed at what you just said and let you go of the hug.
"Okay, let's go; I want to eat my wife's food" He looks at you with a tease.
"It's just omelette Hakim," you tell him.
"But still!" He stands up, pulls you to him, and you both get ready for breakfast and start your day.
Indeed, the feeling unexplainable to become someone's wife, not to mention that your guy is a famous football player that playing with a big team. Very glad that you found Hakim; that's how you know Hakim is going to stick with you for the rest of your life.
Hziyech
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Hziyech: I've seen some posting and comments about my wife. I didn't happy with it at all. I just want to say that never in my life that I thought I made a wrong decision. I made a very right decision on marrying her, We don't care about the age gap or have no problem with it as long as we both love each other and our family and friends are pleased about our marriage, so I'm hoping you guys will give us some privacy. Thank you.
summary: you surprise hakim by traveling to doha for the world cup semi-finals. loosely based on this request!
warnings: cursing, established relationship, kissing. that's about it lol. wholesome fluff!
You and Hakim had been together for almost a year now. Very few people knew about your relationship - your family and close friends, as well as most of Hakim’s teammates, but that was about it. With the World Cup approaching, Hakim had been spending extra time in training. You had wanted so badly to be able to go with him to Doha - partially because you had never been before, but mostly because you wanted to cheer on your man in what was bound to be one of the most memorable moments of his career. But between school and work, it was nearly impossible for you to take enough time off to be able to make it. You kept telling yourself that you would go for at least one game, but the timing just wasn’t working out right. By now though, Morocco had made it much farther than you, or anyone else, had expected - they were in the quarter-finals, and you knew that this was a match that you could not miss. You had managed to get the time off from school and work, and you had booked your plane ticket, but Hakim had no idea. You had only told his sister, who you were close with and who was currently in Doha, but you were planning to surprise Hakim.
“So, I’m flying in tomorrow morning.” You were on the phone with Hakim’s sister while also running around your apartment, trying to pack at the last minute. Your flight was in less than four hours, and your suitcase was completely empty. You guessed that you weren’t going to get much sleep that night.
“I’m so excited to see you, Y/N. And I know Hakim is gonna be over the moon when you surprise him,” his sister responded. You and his sister had become close ever since the two of you started dating. Even though she lived in the Netherlands while you were in London, the two of you spoke several times a week. Hakim sometimes joked that you were only dating him to get to her.
“I really hope so,” you said. “I hope it’s not too much that I’m surprising him during the quarterfinals with the whole world watching.” You were nervous because the public did not know about your relationship with Hakim. You had managed to keep your personal lives private, but this was one of the largest stages in the world. You figured that someone would likely see you there and connect the dots.
“I know he’s going to love it. He’ll just be happy to see you.”
You smiled and hung up the phone with her, just as you saw that Hakim had sent you a text.
Going to bed now. Big day tomorrow. I love you xx
Good night, baby. I know you’re going to do great. I wish I could be there. I’m so proud of you <;3
Hakim heart reacted your message and you turned off your phone. It felt weird to lie to him like this, but you knew it would be worth it in the end. You turned to the clock, saw what time it was, and then hurriedly continued packing. You couldn’t forget the most important thing - your number 7 Morocco jersey that Hakim had bought you shortly after you had first started dating. Can’t forget this, you whispered to yourself.
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You landed in Doha early the next day. As soon as you landed, you turned on your phone and messaged Hakim.
Good morning, my love. Good luck today. No matter what, you made history and I’m so proud of you.
Thank you, baby. I love and miss you so much xx
You got off the plane and headed to baggage claim. Hakim’s sister was going to pick you up and take you to the hotel. You were hoping that Hakim didn’t suspect anything - if he did, he hadn’t let it on. You admittedly weren’t the best at keeping secrets. As you waited for your luggage, you thought about that one time you had tried to throw Hakim a surprise party, but had inadvertently revealed your plans to him the day before. Hakim had still pretended to be surprised the next day.
“Y/N!” Hakim’s sister called out as you exited the airport and spotted each other.
“I missed you so much! How was your flight?” She asked, greeting you with a warm hug.
“It wasn’t too bad. I didn’t start packing until the last minute though, so I got absolutely no sleep last night,” you responded after kissing her on the cheek.
“Let’s get you to the hotel so you can get some rest before the match, then,” she responded and led you to her car.
“How’s Hakim doing?” you asked as the two of you were on your way to the hotel.
“Well, you know Hakim. He’ll never let on that he’s nervous,” she responded, and you nodded. Hakim would never admit that he was nervous before a match, and to be honest, he typically wasn’t one to get nervous. Football was second nature to him at this point. But this was the quarterfinals of the World Cup - a historic feat, one that the whole world would be watching. You knew that even your stoic boyfriend was likely on edge.
When you got to the hotel, you said goodbye to Hakim’s sister, quickly checked into your room, and didn’t even bother changing before collapsing on the bed. You were exhausted, and as much as you wanted to go out and explore Doha, you knew that getting rest before the match was more important.
Heading to the stadium soon. How are you, darling? How’s your day been?
You couldn’t help but smile at Hakim’s message. Even on one of the most important days of his life, he still made sure to ask about you.
I’m good! I can’t wait to see you on TV later tonight! You’re gonna do amazing <;3
Once again, you couldn’t help but feel bad about lying. You wanted more than anything to go to his hotel room before he left and surprise him. But you didn’t want to mess up his pre-game ritual, and you knew that surprising him after a win would be even more special. So instead, you set your alarm and lay down for a nap.
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“Shit!” You exclaimed as you woke up and turned to look at the clock. You had slept through your alarm and the game was about to start in thirty minutes. You jumped out of bed and started running around your hotel room like a maniac. You opened up your suitcase, grabbed your toiletries bag, and ran to the bathroom. You had about five minutes to freshen up and do your makeup. “Fuck it,” you said to yourself as you decided to do a very simple, no makeup look. You quickly changed into your Morocco jersey and some jeans, slipped on your most comfortable flats, and ran out the door.
As you entered the stadium along with hundreds of thousands of other people, you couldn’t help but begin to feel nervous yourself. You had been to plenty of Hakim’s games before, but this was the World Cup. You thought about the millions of people around the world who were tuning in right now. You couldn’t imagine how Hakim must be feeling. Suddenly, an overwhelming sense of pride for your man washed over you. You knew how hard he had worked to get to this moment and the challenges he had faced along the way. You were the one whose shoulder he had cried on when he was struggling on the team, and you were the one he had first told when he decided to quit playing internationally. When he decided to go back, you had encouraged him to not think about what people might say and follow his heart. And so he had.
“I’m sorry I’m late! I overslept!” You exclaimed as you ran up to Hakim’s box where his family and best friends were. Most of them were surprised to see you and embraced you in hugs and kisses.
“Y/N? What are you doing here?” asked one of Hakim’s brothers incredulously.
“I know, I know, I’m here as a surprise to Hakim!”
You finally reached his mom. She embraced you and whispered in your ear, “I’m so glad you’re here. I know Hakim will be so happy.” You beamed at her words and sat down in between her and Hakim’s sister.
“Don’t worry, he doesn’t suspect a thing,” said Hakim’s sister. “He came by earlier when we got here and told us how much he wishes you could have made it.”
You couldn’t help but blush thinking about Hakim openly telling his family about how he misses you. “I can’t wait to see his reaction.”
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It was the last minute of extra time and your heart was pounding. The entire stadium erupted into absolute chaos as the whistle was blown. At that moment, it seemed like the entire crowd was Moroccan. Everyone around you was hugging, crying, and screaming. You could barely hear your own thoughts over the noise. All you could think about was how much you wanted to see Hakim. Your eyes scanned the crowded field, but you could barely see anything amidst all of the people. Finally, you saw a familiar face running up to the stands. Hakim had the Moroccan flag draped around his shoulders, and your heart soared when you saw the joy on his face as he spotted you. When he reached you, he didn’t say a word and simply wrapped his arms around you.
“I’m so proud of you, baby,” you said, as he buried his face into the nook of your shoulder.
“I can’t believe you’re here, Snoepje,” he said. He pulled away from you, and you took his face in your hands.
“You know I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
Before you could say anything else, the two of you were surrounded by friends and family piling up around you both.
The rest of the night was a blur. You spent most of it celebrating with Hakim, his teammates, and their families. The night ended with just you and Hakim alone in your room together, cuddled up in bed. This was the first moment the two of you were alone since Hakim had left for the World Cup. Hakim was understandably exhausted from the day, and so you simply held him in your arms and stroked his head.
“I still can’t believe you managed to surprise me. You’re so bad at keeping secrets,” Hakim grinned up at you.
“I’ve learned from my past mistakes,” you responded. “So, how does it feel? To be a World Cup semi-finalist?”
Hakim paused for a moment and then answered. “Honestly? It doesn’t feel real,” he said. “To think that just a few months ago I didn’t even think I would be playing for the team.”
“I’m so glad you came back.”
Hakim looked up at you and smiled. “Me too.”
The two of you were about to turn the lights off and go to sleep when you decided to pick up your phone and check your notifications. To your surprise, your phone had blown up since you had last checked it. You opened up Instagram and saw that you had been tagged in hundreds of posts and stories, all of them with the same picture of Hakim embracing you after the World Cup.
Hakim Ziyech seen hugging mystery girl after World Cup quarter-final defeat
omg is ziyech married?
i didn’t know he had a girlfriend! who is she?
“Shit,” you whispered under your breath.
“What is it?” asked Hakim.
You handed him your phone, and he began scrolling. Your stomach dropped. The two of you hadn’t spoken yet about making your relationship public. You knew how private Hakim was, so you weren’t sure how he would respond to this. After a moment, Hakim gave your phone back to you and simply shrugged.
“It was bound to get out at some point. And I’m glad that it happened like this.”
You looked at him, somewhat surprised at his reaction. “Really? So you don’t mind that everyone knows?”
Hakim looked up at you, and it was now his turn to look surprised. “Snoepje, you’re going to be my wife one day. Why would I mind if people knew about us? I just wanted to protect you for as long as I could. But I’m happy that I can finally show you off to the world.”
You smiled at him and leaned in for a kiss. While the two of you had talked about marriage since the early stages of your relationship, when you heard it coming from him like this, it felt even more special. “I love you, future husband.”
He grinned. “I love you too, future wife.”
You reached over to turn off the bedside lamp and the two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms.
hi hi~ how are you? can you write a one shot for Hakim Ziyech where him and y/n chosing baby name with his family and in the end y/n chose to name their baby name after him 😊
thank you ~
from 🤪 anon!!
Hiii! I'm good thank you! What about you?? Here's what I wrote down for you! I enjoyed so much writing for Hakim! Hope you like this!!!
Baby names
Hakim Ziyech x Y/N
Summary: You and Hakim are expecting a baby boy, and when his family comes to visit you in London, they're surprised you didn't come up with a name for the baby yet.
Warnings: none.
gif credits to @azpiiicueta
You were currently sitting on your sofa, your hand gently caressing your belly as you waited for Hakim to come home. He went to the airport to pick up his mother and his brother; they were going to stay with you for a week and you were absolutely happy about that; you knew they wanted to visit you both so bad, especially since a month ago, when you and Hakim told them you were pregnant with a baby boy.
Now they finally had a chance to travel to London and you couldn’t wait to spend some time with them. Unfortunately Hakim’s sister couldn’t make it, since she had to work, but she promised to visit you as soon as she could.
As you were deep in your thoughts, the sound of the door unlocking made you jump and clutch at your belly; but you breathed a sigh of relief as soon as you heard Hakim’s voice calling out for you.
“Schatje I’m home!” you heard him from the living room, as he calling you by the dutch pet name he reserved for you.
“In the living room babe!” you told him, raising your voice so he could hear you.
When you heard his mother’s voice you got up from the comfortable position on the sofa and made your way towards the entry of your home, where you found Hakim and his brother taking inside the baggage.
“Y/N!” Hakim’s mother was immediately on you, hugging you tight as soon as she spotted you standing on the living room door, “Oh it’s so nice to see you!”
“It’s so nice to finally have you here with us! How was your flight??” you asked her as you smiled from ear to ear. You were really glad that you could finally spend some time with Hakim’s family. You knew how much his family meant to him, and since his mother accepted you in her family like you were one of her own, they quickly became important for you too.
“It was good really! Even if I couldn’t wait to see you and this beautiful bump of yours!” you could see her eyes brimming with tears as she caressed your belly with her delicate touch.
“I thought you wanted to see your son too mama!” you heard Hakim say as he was approaching the both of you. “Oh no don’t cry now! You’re going to make Y/N cry too if you start!” he smiled at her as his arm went around your waist.
“Of course I wanted to see you too!” she rolled her eyes at him as she dried her eyes.
“How are you feeling schatje?” he murmured sweetly in your ear, clearly wanting to make sure you were okay.
“I’m good, really good actually, baby.” you rested your hand on your seven months belly as you left a kiss on his lips.
“And how’s the little one?” he asked as he kneeled in front of you, kissing your bump as he looked up at you.
“He’s a good boy today, no kicking and no turning around in there since last night…” you caressed his cheek as he put his lips once again on your belly, “And I even had an idea for the name before you came home!”
“You still didn’t choose his name??” Hakim’s brother exclaimed from the door before closing it.
“No we didn’t…” Hakim got up on his feet as he scratched the back of his neck, his eyes darting from you, to his mother and then to his brother.
“Well why don’t we have lunch and then we can enjoy a good cup of tea and talk about it? We’re starving here!” you laughed as you stroked your belly, careful not to disturb your baby.
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After you had lunch you all relaxed in your living room. You were seating on your l-shaped sofa with your legs stretching in front of you, as you were running your fingers through Hakim’s hair. He was laying down with his head in your lap, where he could be closer to your bump; his eyes were closed as he hummed at the feeling of your touch.
“Please schatje don’t stop…” he mumbled, almost falling asleep as he loved when you touched his hair.
“Looks like I have to though,” you told him as you saw his mother making her way in the living room with a tray in her hands, “your mother is coming with the tea babe…”
“Okay okay…” he groaned as he got up, seating the closest he could to you anyway.
“Well now that tea’s ready, what about those names then??” Hakim’s mother asked you as she sat on an armchair.
“Yeah bro, how are we gonna call him??” his brother jokingly asked him.
“You’re not going to have a say on my son’s name.” he pointed a finger at him.
“Oh stop it you boys!” she told them, pointing her eyes to Hakim, “First of all, would you prefer an English name? A Dutch one? Or a Moroccan one?”
“We don’t really know mama! We kind of wanted to wait to see him…” Hakim told her as he bent down to kiss your stomach once again.
“Yeah well we’re almost there anyway so…” his brother mocked him.
“Yeah yeah laugh all you want…” your boyfriend told his brother, “And just so you know, Y/N had an idea for the baby’s name this morning…”
“Really??” his mother asked with her voice full of excitement.
“Yeah…” you lowered your head and put your hands on your belly, “I was thinking about your father’s name this morning… I know how much he meant to you, and how much you miss him…” you looked Hakim in the eyes, in those dark shiny orbs of his where you could get lost in, “And while I was wondering if we should name our son after him I had another idea… why don’t we name him after his own father?”
Her mother was in tears at seeing you two so close to each other and so in love. She knew you were the perfect match for Hakim, a mother could sense this and she did when she met you.
“Schatje I-I don’t know…” his eyes were getting watery too now, the love he felt for you was growing by the second.
“I mean Y/N are you sure about that?? Hakim is not a great name after all!” as always Hakim’s brother joked to tease him.
“Yeah it’s not great…” you saw Hakim frown at you before you spoke again, “It’s actually the best name I can wish for my son.”
“Are you sure about this?” Hakim asked you, nothing but pure love and adoration in his eyes.
“I’m sure mijn liefste…” you told him, nodding your head.
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As you were laying in your bed that night, after having a great day with his family, Hakim couldn’t really understand how he got so lucky with you. He didn’t feel like he actually deserve to name his son after him, yet you were there to make him think otherwise.
“What are you thinking about H?” you murmured in his neck, as you were listening to his heart beat.
“I’m thinking about our boy… about Hakim…” he softly laughed before speaking again, “It sounds so strange!”
“It sounds perfect to me…” you hummed kissing his skin, “But you know, I was thinking about a middle name too, just to remember him his roots…”
“That’s a great idea schatje… do you already have some names in your mind?” he asked you before kissing the top of your head.
“What do you think about Louis?” you asked him as you raised yourself on your elbow.
“Hakim Louis Ziyech…” the name of your baby boy rolled off his tongue in such a perfect way that your heart started picking up its pace, “I think it sounds great! Yeah I like it!” Hakim smiled at you as you were staring at his face with a big smile that was mirroring his own.
“Hakim Louis Ziyech…” you murmured as you put your head back in the crook of his neck.
“We can’t wait to meet you baby boy…” you heard Hakim whisper while he caressed your bump for the thousandth time that day, “I love you and your mama so much…”
“We love you too dada…” you sweetly told him before falling asleep in his arms.
You woke up to a quiet winter morning as the overnight snow had dulled even the softest sound, snuggled up against Hakim, chest to chest, your heartbeat slowly catching up to his as if your bodies reacted simultaneously to your warm touch. It was a Monday morning and Hakim had training but it was referred to as off because of the snowstorm that took place the night time earlier than. Snowstorm, it rang in your head, you remembered Hakim's promise, he didn't let you play in the snow yesterday late at night but he did promise to let you in the morning.
Eyes still puffy and sleepy, you escaped his ensuring arms heading towards the window, the backyard was all white and you couldn't help but jump With great enthusiasm. You switched your gaze to the sleeping bag sprawled on the bed, you hurried to him, he was snoring lightly, his lips slightly parted, he looked adorable, and your heart squeezed, you didn't want to wake him up from his deep sleep but your enthusiasm got the best of you. You tried to wake him up by poking at his shoulder but he didn't respond, being the heavy sleeper he is. So you were left with no choice but the hard way. You climbed up the mattress, straddling his back, you watched as he made a face, groaning at the discomfort he felt, you then laid your stem on his, bringing your hands to tickle the soft skin of his neck. And thank god he woke up, turning his head to the side, his eyes fluttered open. You lifted your hips a little bit to let space for him to lay on his back.
"Why are you up this early?" You smiled at his confusion as you brought your hands to squeeze his cheeks.
"Babe, you promised yesterday you'd let me play in the snow."
" I did? I don't remember making such a promise!" He exclaimed, clearly teasing you as his warm hands were flicking at your bare thighs.
"HAKIM" You whined, smacking his shoulder lightly as he laughed. He loved teasing you and what added flavor to it is that you are easily irritated.
" Okay okay, lemme just wash my face."
You got off of him, jumping excitedly.
" I can't wait for you, I'll go out first you follow me!" You preened already making your way through the door but the sooner you were stopped, unable to move! Hakim was blocking you as he grabbed the hem of your t-shirt.
" Where are you going?" He barked accusingly but he was met with your confused face.
" Awa3di yana ! Sh3andk o ntina 9abtni hayda. Fokni yana kont masha berra."
He nodded as he let his eyes travel around your fit. You were wearing one of his T-shirts along with some shorts. He already knows that you don't like layering a lot of clothes, which is understandable because there is a heater in the house. But he's not letting you go outside in this fit. And to play in the snow? Over his dead body!
" Go put on some clothes, It's cold outside! I don't want you to catch the flu."
The knot between your eyebrows untied as you nodded, quickly making your way to the dressing room. Soon afterward, you exited wearing a long white puffer coat along with some high-platform ugg. Hakim was nowhere to be found and you assumed he was in the bathroom. You hurriedly made your path outside, to the backyard.
The icy air whistles around your ears, causing the bare skin of your hands to tingle and sting. Your fingers were numb, but it was a good feeling. Snug inside your puffer, nothing can spoil the overwhelming feeling of being taken back to childhood. The urge to make a snowball is all consuming and you had to restrain yourself from lying down on the floor and making a snow angel. Every step you took left a fresh, crisp footprint in the snow. Snowflakes fell gently from the sky, tickling the end of your nose and tempting you to stick out your tongue and have a taste which you did! Sticking your tongue out your hands snug inside your puffer's pockets which made look like a child. It was such a cute sigh for Hakim who burst out a laugh whichever made you switch your gaze to him. He was wearing a puffer coat just like you! You waved at him to join you and as he was making his way to you leaned down to create a snowball and threw it at him. Everything happened so quickly that he didn't have time to process it. He just stood there dumbfounded, his hand soothing off his face. It was like the silence before the storm!
" You just claimed war against me." He accused as he leaned down and started making a big big snowball to take his revenge. You didn't notice since you were laughing hysterically and boom! You felt the cold ball hit your face, your eyes watered at how freezing it was! And with that, the battle started and it didn't end until you gave up when you had enough.
" You really had fun, hadn't you?" Hakim beamed as he wrapped his arms around your stem, admiring your features. You lifted your head up and nodded at him.
" Well, I did! But let's just skip the parts when you'd hit me with these giant balls! "You nagged sassily and he lifted his eyebrow in a challenging manner.
" So you're telling me that I shouldn't have defended myself when you attacked me first."
" Exactly! It was set to test gentleness but you failed. Shame on you my love."
You wept, shaking your head in a fake disappointment.
" Excuse me! I am a gentleman." He defended himself.
" You're abusive! " You huffed, crossing your arms and you earned a laugh from him.
" Alrighty! I'm sorry babe, I shouldn't have defended myself, I should have let you bury me here in the snow without protesting! Does this apology fulfill your disappointment, my lady?"
" Very much! Thank god you knew your fault." You exclaimed sassily and you earned a chuckle from him.
" Let's go home, your hair is all damp ! I don't want you to get sick." He appealed, putting an end to your small talk as he leaned slightly, his arms wrapping your thighs and he lifted your upside down on his shoulder. You yelped at his unexpected move, clutching at his coat.
" What are you doing? " You taunted surprisingly.
" A gentleman behavior darling! "
lol this fanfic really shows how lych i've missed the winter vibes.
" Your eyes always made me lose my attention, and I hope those eyes are also the ones who looking for me in a crowded room" "Don't worry love, with my eyes, you are the only person that I'll be searching for"
words ; 1417
warning: none just fluff and translate Dutch
Hakim shows me what real love means, from the first time we met til we married, he never slightly change the way he loves me, we constantly got lost in each other eyes and that's also the beginning of our love story.
It is not his conversation that keeps me entertained, but rather the way he looks at me and the curve of his lips makes me feel sustained, no words could ever tell him, and no action could express the way I feel about him. With him, my life is blessed
"Schatje! I'm home where are you?" I heard Hakim's voice echo around our house looking for me, no words can describe how exciting washing over me whenever he's back from training or other occasions.
"I'm in the kitchen Hakim!" I reply to his call while stirring soups in the pot that I cook for us.
I feel his pairs of arms snake around my waist and his soft breath behind my ear. "Hello sweetheart, smells good here," he said and kissed my temple.
"you talking about the food or me?" I ask him jokingly.
"oh, of course, the food" Hakim answer my question. I gasp playfully and slap his arm that resting around my waist. "Ouch!" he yelped. "I'm just joking baby, you smell ambrosial like usual y/n"
"yeah sure," I rolled my eyes and we both laughed. "how's your training?" I ask him as I turn off the kitchen stove and turn around only to greet him with his handsome and his gentle eyes.
Hakim smiles softly, "it was great, Mason as usual, made stupid jokes, and we all feel sorry for Ben, you should see his face....-"
Once again I got lost in his eyes, God, what the hell is this man doing to me?
"y/n? do you even listen to me? is there something on my face" he asks me rapid questions
" I just got lost in your eyes, your eyes always made me lose my attention, I hope those eyes are also the ones who looking for me in a crowded room"
"don't worry love, with my eyes, you are the only person that I'll be searching for" He stated and kissed my forehead.
Even though we've been together for many years, we still got flustered by each other words.
"oh baby, you blushing?" he teased me, and this time I slap his shoulder. "ow! stop hitting me, I know I'm a tough man" He laughs.
"shush, why don't you go shower, you smelly' I said while covering my nose.
"Oh, I see where it's going now, well, gonna go shower now, after we eat I want to take you somewhere" He loses the embrace and makes his way to take a shower.
"Where to?"
"that's for me to know and you to find out"
"Hakimmmmmmm tell meeeeee pleaseee" I whine
"Bla bla bla bla bla, I can't hear you" he teases while he put both of his hands on each of his ears.
we'll just wait I guess.
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After we finish eating, Hakim insisted on doing the dishes, and he ask me to dress up in something casual. Well, what my man said.
I finish dressing up, just, a white blouse, back jeans and high cut converse. Hakim helps me with tying my shoes, I swear he is so gentleman.
"Okay done, let's go, cmon' up up up" he helps me stand up.
we both walk to Hakim's car, and he helps me open the car door too, as I go in I said thank you, and he replies "my pleasure mjin prinses"
"so where we're going?" I ask him again, hopefully, I got an answer this time.
"as I said earlier, that's for me to know and you to find out"
"hate you.."
"no, you don't baby"
"eyes on the road Ziyech"
"don't pout, you look so cute, I can't focus on the road, all of my attention is on you!" he teases making me blush
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"I feel like I couldn't believe my eyes" I turn to look at him
"Why?" he asks and I reply "Hakim Ziyech! you bring me to my favourite place!" I grabbed his hand and bring him inside my favourite bookstore, I can hear him laughing at my excitement.
Well, I can't help myself, the smell of the bookstore just makes the ambience more chilling, I will always catch my eye on classic books, even Hakim knows that classic is my favourite genre of all time.
"Hi Mr and Mrs Ziyech" Mrs Michelle a middle-aged lady that owns this bookstore, she knows me and Hakim cause, we both always come here when I finish my book and If I want to buy a new book, Hakim will wait for me or talk with Michelle while me busy searching for books that I been looking for.
She greeted us and we greeted her back
"Are there any new arrivals for classic books?" I ask her
"Oh yeah, there are, you can check on the new arrivals section sweetheart," she tells me and I giggle and quickly go to the section as l release from Hakim's gripped
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"she never changes eh? always energetic" Mrs Michelle said while Hakim sat on the chair beside the cashier counter. Hakim that was on his phone earlier, stop, when he heard Mrs Michelle asking him about his wife.
"of course, she will never change" Hakim smiled softly while thinking about his wife.
silent ringing in Hakim's ears, there were just 3 of them in the bookstore, no other customers besides their two, but y/n was nowhere found anymore.
"How's life son?" she asks Hakim.
"It's great, but the training makes me a little bit tired, but otherwise it's okay" Hakim replied to her question. Of course, Mrs Michelle knows that he is an infamous footballer from the start. So there's no problem between the two of them.
"That's great to hear, but I hope you'll find your wife soon, I don't think she remembers that you're here," she said and we both laughing
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"Hello, I'm back" y/n back carrying 4 books in her hand.
"you got a lot this time Schatje" Hakim said quickly standing up from where he sit, and helping y/n carry the books from her hand.
"Those are the only books that caught my eye" y/n replied with a smile drawn on her face
"Whatever you want my love" Hakim put the book on top of the counter and took out his wallet from his pocket jeans. "how much Mrs Michelle?"
"No hakim," y/n told him to not pay for her books
"no, what?" he confusedly looked at his girl.
"I can pay it myself Hakim," y/n said to him while taking out her credit card from her purse.
"No no no no love, I'll pay for it!"
"Hakim! I'll pay for it!"
both of them argue about who's gonna pay for about 5 minutes until...
"Okay, we do this way, how about you guys do rock, paper, scissors?" They both stop arguing and agree on Mrs Michelle's suggestion.
they decided to play 3 rounds, y/n won the first round, the second round Hakim won and the last round.......
y/n lose when hakim decides to defeat y/n with scissors.
"YES! I'll PAY FOR IT WOOHOO!" Hakim celebrates before giving his credit card to Mrs Michelle. But y/n on the other side pouted and caught Hakim's attention before him laughing.
"Don't pout sweetheart!" he said to her and pinch his girl's cheek.
"you guys are so cute," the owner other the bookstore said as she give Hakim's credit card back.
Both of us smile at her. "bye bye Mrs Michelle, see you soon" me and hakim said goodbye to her before exiting the bookstore and going to Hakim's car. Then we decided to go back home.
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"Y/n, you need to realize that we are together, we live in the same house, and we're even married, so stop feeling guilty when you spend my money, I don't care, spend how much you want, you know why? cause my money is your money too, understand?"
"but-" y/n doesn't even finish her sentences yet got cut off by her husband.
"I don't accept no, but, why, ifs, maybe" Hakim warn her
"Okay, I understand and Hakim..."
hakim hummed signalling for y/n to continue while his eyes focused on the road.
"thank you"
"my pleasure mjin prinses" he smiles softly
Y/n.Ziyech
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Y/n.Ziyech : bedankt voor alles mijn lieve man, Ik hou van je tot het einde van de lijn <3 @Hziyech
comment:
Hziyech: Anything for you wifey
-> Y/n.Ziyech : 🤍
MasonMount: oh so this is why you so rushed earlier @Hziyech?
-> Hziyech : My wife is my number one priority
-> MasonMount : No need to did me like that man...
ZakariaAboukhlal: Glad to see you happy brother
-> Hziyech : Thank you brother, I'm always happy when I'm with @Y/n.Ziyech
bedankt voor alles mijn lieve man, Ik hou van je tot het einde van de lijn : thank you for everything my dear husband, I love you to the end of the line
mjin prinses : my princess
schatje : sweetheart
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Summary: in which the reader takes care of a sick hakim.
Warnings: none, just pure pure pure fluff.
" Hun, where are you?" You exclaimed, searching for your husband who was suspiciously silent. Last time you checked, before you went to take a shower he was playing FIFA in his gaming room.
" I'm here !" His voice came from the living room. He was laying on the sofa bed, a cushion covering his lower body. Your gaze switched to the bundle of fluff loafing itself on Hakim's tummy. Your ragdoll cat, Donut, clearly was enjoying the warmth around him. The scene on front of you was so adorable!
" Don't you feel cold? munchkin!" He wonders, clearly referring to your shorts.
" Not at all! Because i'm hot" you answered sassily, earning a chuckle from him. He shifted his position so now he was sitting in the corner. You were standing between his parted legs. While donut was gone for god knows where, he liked to disappear a lot.
" Yes babe, everything about you screams hot, even your cookies shorts!" He exclaimed, doodling over the cookies pattern on your shorts.
" What? I thought you liked them?"
" I never said the opposite! Even tho i like what's beneath them!"
You watched as his slim fingers lifted the hem of his hoodie that you're wearing, and in a swift motion, he shoved his head under the hoodie so his cheeks was against your bare tummy. His arms were wrapped around your hips. You couldn't help but laugh when he rubbed his beardy chin against the soft skin of your stomach but you noticed that the temperature radiating from his skin wasn't normal, he had a fever!
" Hakim! Are you good?" You asked him, removing his head from your hoodie ta take a look at his face, his eyes were sleepy and red, he winced when your chubby cold as ice fingers touched his hot cheeks, "Gosh, that's a stupid question of course you're not! Why didn't you tell me earlier?" You clearly started panicking, his state wasn't the best after all.
" Relax, munchkin, i'm fine" he comforted you, or at least tried, with a hoarse voice.
" No you're clearly not! Do you feel like your throat is sore?" He nodded frankly.
" See? I told you to dress up well but you're not listening."
" Hun, will you stop this already i'm tired you know? You can scold me later."
You felt guilt squeezing your heart as you nodded. You shoved him from the shoulders to lay down again as you covered him with the cushion.
" Don't move i'm coming" and you disappeared from the living room. Hakim switched his gaze to Donut, the cat started meowing as he made his way to Hakim's arms who started patting him. You both got this cat fr the shelter when you made a drama that the house is empty when he's in training and you're left alone. He smiled at the memory, you always choose drama, you could've just asked him and he would apply but you picked the hard way.
A while after you came back from you're mysterious errand. You were lifting a tray, it contained a mug of hot chocolate milk, a cup of lemon juice, honey and ginger powder: the magical anti-inflammatory syrup, and last but not least the aspirin.
He made a face when he saw what's in the tray but he was willing to surrender since there's no escape. He shifted into a sitting position when you placed the tray on the coffe table, and you handed him the aspirin first, he drank it in a swift motion, wincing at the bad taste. You quickly handed him the syrup next but he lifted his eyes looking a little sus.
"What's that even?"
" Poison, drink it !"
He chuckled at your response before he closed his eyes and gulped the liquid, squinting his face as the bitter yet sweet taste hit him. You clapped your hands, like a proud mom " Bravo, l'hbib dyali ntina, here's your reward" you handed him the hot chocolate milk, watching as his expressions lit up from enthusiasm, he was literally a big child and you weren't complaining!
" Where are you going?" He requested, confused, when he saw you leaving.
" I'll just put some socks on, my feet are ice cold"
You came back shortly after, wearing a set of socks , matching your shorts.
" Looking as hot as ever munchkin." He blurbed, enjoying the view in front of him, as you gave him a lil twirl.
" I know! I'm the reason to your fever" he chuckled at your response.
You made your way enthusiastically to him, hiding your self under the cushion as you wrapped your arms around his neck, hands soothing gently on his short hair as he put his head on your chest, snuggling into you.
" Why do you call me munchkin?" You asked as you felt his hands engulfing your cold clothed foot, trying to warm it.
" Isn't it obvious? Your legs are shorter that Donut's"
He shrugged as you hit his shoulder gently earning a chuckle from him. He tucked his head under your chin, his hot breath flicking on the soft skin of your neck. Weird ! Man smelled just like you! You sniffled at his hair to make sure you're not being delusional but there's no doubt . His hair smelled like your shampoo.
" Hakim? Did you and by any chance wash your hair with my shampoo?”
He peered at you, smiling widely " i may or may not."
You just squished his cheeks at the cuteness in front of you. They didn't lie when they said that tough men turn into babies when they're with the right women !
i couldn't stop my smile while while writing this.
A tiktok videos inspired me as my brain was void of ideas.
