#hakim ziyech x reader

[divajudge]

If anyone knows of any stories about Hakim, please let me know, I've read them all and would love to see more.

[footballerimaginess]

Pumpkin

Footballer Imaginess Does Halloween Experiencing your first Halloween with your new born Hakim Zieyech Word Count: 353 Being in Turkey with your newborn and getting to experience Halloween with your newborn daughter.

"What shall we do?" Hakim asked as you showed him as she was dressed up in her pumpkin babygrow, looking adorable. "I'm not too sure, what events are going on right now. Halloween themed obviously" you asked Hakim as he grabbed his phone. "I'm not sure, I have asked the boys but they said they do trick and treating but she is too young for that and it would only be us having the sweets" Hakim smiled as he took your daughter from your arms. "Oh really,maybe we can do some crafts we have paint or maybe carve a pumpkin and do a cute photo of her in it" you suggested as you took her again into the dining room. “Aww that sounds perfect, so assuming I need to go and grab a pumpkin if there is any that is” Hakim smirked.

“That would be great thanks babe” you blew him a kiss as he headed out to go and get a pumpkin. - Hakim came back with the biggest pumpkin he could find. “Do we think this is okay?” He laughed as you smirked. "Yeah think that will be perfect, right I will try and scoop it all out and then put her in it. Only if it works that is" he laughs. You watched on carefully as he scooped all of the inside of the pumpkin which was going to be used for soup making which was perfect for this time of the year. "Ohh Hakim she looks so adorable in there" you felt like you were going to shed a tear as you watched him carefully place her in the pumpkin as he held her small body to keep her up right as she was too small. "It feels so weird how she is actually ours" you laughed. "It is, but she is just so perfect and fits into our life so perfectly" you cuddled up to him before snapping lots of photos of your little girl as she sat in the pumpkin looking adorable.

[0alanasworld0]

Sickness & Health (Hakim Ziyech x reader)

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

[0alanasworld0]

Atay (Hakim Ziyech x reader)

Request: Hi please can you write something for ziyech I missed him and I missed ur writing (it could be something inspired by ziyech making tea w nayef and zouma!)

Warnings: none

“YES!” Hakim exclaims, quickly sitting up as he looks at his phone. That unfortunately brings your tired, cranky morning self up with him and you groan as you lament the fact that you were having a nice, quiet night in until it was rudely interrupted.

“Hakiiiiiiiiiiim!” you whine as you shift yourself so your head is laying on the pillow again. His eyes widen and he quickly turns to look at you, his concern overriding any urge to make fun of your current state.

“Sorry, love.” he says quietly and you huff in contempt.

“What could possibly have caused you to nearly throw me off the bed?!” you ask incredulously with a scowl and he chuckles, flicking your cheek.

“I’ll have you know, I’m not on the lineup!” he cheers, dropping back down to hug you and you can’t help but invite the warmth.

“That’s amazing, love! When does trai- wait what?”

“I’m not playing tomorrow?”

“Is that not a bad thing?” you’re completely baffled by his cheerful tone. These past few weeks, it was this very situation that had been upsetting him beyond heartbreak, he loved to play!

“I’ve got better things to do with my time.” he shrugs, tapping away at his phone with a smile on his face. You narrow your tired eyes, trying to read any signs of upset, even small ones but nothing. His eyes are bright and sparkly, his thumb is twitching in the way that it always does when he gets excited. He’s genuinely happy.

“Hakim…” you repeat yourself, placing a hand on his cheek and you successfully gain his attention.

“Are you sure everything’s okay?” he smiles softly at your concern.

“Love, without meaning to sound bitter, this team sucks. There are so many things I could be doing rather than offering myself up as a scapegoat.” he explains.

“What’s brought all this on?” you wonder, a smile appearing on your face and concern melting away.

“When you have every important person in your life telling you the same thing day in and day out, it’s bound to make sense eventually.” he winks and you roll your eyes. He was right, you had all been telling him words to the same effect but none of you believed that he would ever actually take them to heart. But you’re grateful because he deserved to know his worth and not cast it in doubt every time his hard work went unnoticed and unappreciated.

You peer over at his phone out of curiosity and see a familiar name on the screen.

“Oh no…” you smirk, lifting your head to get a better look at his face.

“Okay this is nothing in comparison to my previous ideas.” he reassures you but you remain unconvinced. Free time was a rarity so when he was blessed with it, he just couldn’t help but go all out. He had to find something crazy to do: pottery painting classes, renaissance fairs, escape rooms, you name it. Nothing ever quite beat the balloon ride but he never ceased to find new and outlandish things to do.

“I just think that a day in with a couple of friends will be a worthwhile use of our time.” he shrugs, still looking to your eyes for any protest. He laughs when he sees your somewhat shocked expression. He knew it wasn’t usual behaviour for him but what could he say? He was just feeling a little teamsick and the closest thing he had to that team was a man he saw as a brother.

“It has been a while, would be nice to catch up, I suppose.” you contemplate and you can see his smile growing from the corner of your eye as you look into the distance. Your eyes drift to the frames sitting pretty on top of the dresser. Alongside the many photos of the pair of you on your various excursions lie the team photos. Photos from their field trips around the Qatari malls, the historical sites in Morocco. Of course there were the photos taken after their matches. Their faces all lit up with a mixture of joy and shock and disbelief. Those were his absolute favourites because they captured moments he could never have foreseen at any point in his life before that. He still struggled to believe that it happened.

He’s looking the same way and he immediately starts beating quickly as he relives the memories. He’s zoned out but he comes back to at the sound of his ringtone.

“C’mon! No time to waste!” he claps his hands before leaving the bed, much to your dismay. You groan out, flopping back into the warm sheets, still not ready to move.

“Sweetheart…” he taps your cheek and you roll your eyes, hauling yourself out and shivering at the cold morning air making contact with your skin.

You both hurry to get ready, opting for more comfortable clothes since you were likely spending the night with your friend. It seems that the pair of you aren’t the only ones to be excited because the whole car-ride there, you’ve both been receiving text after text from Nayef asking you what's taking so long.

Hakim doesn’t even have to knock the door before it sings open and the pair of you are engulfed in a bone-crushing hug by the man himself.

“I was starting to think you cancelled on me!” he tuts and Hakim slaps him on the back of the head as Nayef leads you to the living room where you see yet another friend already there and patiently waiting. He looks up from his phone, eyes lighting up at the sight of you and Hakim. He jumps up from his seat, going straight for Hakim for a bear hug that seems to knock the breath right out of your husband.

“It’s been way too long!” Kurt shakes his head and you can’t help but be in awe of the interaction. He simply didn’t get enough of things like this. The crazy adventures were great but sometimes he needed the simpler things that would bring him back down to earth and keep his heart and mind at rest. A reminder that he did have a little bit of back home still with him.

After a couple minutes of silent thinking, Nayef opts to get the dreaded uno cards out which had you a little concerned. You knew that despite being some of the loveliest people on earth that they could get a little… passionate about uno. But you decide to stay silent about it this once because it was also some of the best, cheap entertainment you could get your hands out.

The boys don’t disappoint as barely 5 minutes into the game Kurt has to go and change into a different shirt after your dear husband throws a cup of water over him and Nayef almost breaks the buzzer after being dealt some of the worst cards of all time.

“You know what! I’m really feeling some tea right now! How’s about we turn on a movie and I make you all some?” Hakim suggests, the tension in his voice is still very apparent from the game that really couldn’t have gone any worse for him towards the end.

“Please, as if you know the first thing about Atay!” Nayef laughs and Hakim gasps as he notices you giggling at him. You couldn’t help yourself, his cooking left a lot to be desired.

“Is that a challenge?” Hakim raises an eyebrow, while you and Kurt look on at the scene rolling out in front of you.

“Ha! How could it be a challenge when we know who’s going to win?” Nayef laughs mockingly and with that they’re both stomping over to the kitchen. The rest of you remain still for a second to process whatever’s just gone on. From one friendship-breaking event to another. Hakim stomps back in and he looks at the pair of you as if it's obvious what you’re supposed to do.

“We’re gonna need some judges, aren’t we?” He pushes you both into the kitchen with a shake of his head.

“Please try not to murder each other this time!” you sigh and they both look up with surprise.

“This man is my brother! I would never even think of such a thing!” Nayef gasps, placing a hand on his chest in offence. Hakim gives him a little side hug and you would be more convinced by the display if you hadn’t sat through as many of their tantrums as you had already.

At first, things start off well for both of them. No one spills anything, or scalds their hands. There hasn’t been any bickering over utensils and ingredients courtesy of Nayef always keeping a fresh stock of everything he could possibly need. Even before the competition began, you knew who you were going to pick as your winner. It was very simple for you. You’re content with that choice until you see something out of the corner of your eye. You don’t think you believe it so you quickly look up to what Hakim is doing.

As soon as Nayef and Kurt realise, they too break out into a fit of giggles while Hakim smirks, cool as you like. You think you counted 5 cubes of sugar but it could have easily been more, you feared.

The rest of the tea-making session is without any more heart attacks and runs smoothly, albeit the inevitable little spats between Nayef and Hakim. Apparently having the best spoon was a vital part of the experience and it seemed that neither would let up until they found a bunch more of the same spoon tucked away in the back of the cutlery drawer.

Once they are sure they have everything ready, and after a few more minutes of trash-talk between the competitors, they hurry over with the trays with you and Kurt trailing along excitedly. Hakim always flat-out refused to ever order Atay from the restaurants so it was quite rare that you had it, although you were both extremely fond.

You get comfortable as they begin to pour out the tea, the delicate scent of the mint warming up your senses. You get a little too excited before remembering that neither of them are particularly capable culinary wise and your love had a crippling sweet tooth.

As they both attempt to lift the teapot on the pour, their lack of experience becomes all the more apparent as their aim misses the cups and splashes onto the tray. You supposed that they were at least very enthusiastic about the whole thing.

When they finally both manage to fill two cups each, they attempt to show some class by gently placing the cups in front of you both, bowing their heads before taking their own seats.

You would have been more convinced by the display if you hadn’t seen Hakim and Nayef bicker over spoons or the eventful uno game before that. Nonetheless. You decide not to make a comment as you and Kurt grab your tea cups at the same time.

You take a precautionary sip, careful not to burn your tongue as you sample the drink. You’re pleasantly surprised by the taste. It's the perfect strength to warm your body up and the taste of the mint is refreshing on your tongue but not too overpowering. You easily finish the cup before taking Hakim’s cup. Again, you still know who your winner is but you humour the petty contest anyway. You glance up and you can see that he’s nervous. Only slightly, no one else would notice but you had spent far too much time with him to not be able to read him like a book.

You treat his cup the same as Nayef, one small sip to get a feel of it and it goes about as well as expected. You can barely taste the mint over the overwhelming sweetness, much like his coffee. One sip was more than enough but you recall the nerves on his face and remember the task at hand. You can almost feel your teeth hurting but you power through and drink it with the same, if not more enthusiasm. Its taking everything in your power to hold back a grimace because the sweetness was almost sharp.

You don’t get another chance to look up at Hakim as you’re drinking but you best bet that his are dead set on you. And he can see that you’re struggling in spite of your best efforts which causes a wave of irrational nerves to overtake him. He knew this didn't matter at the end of the day but still.

By the time you’re both done, Hakim keeps his eyes on the ground, twiddling his thumbs while Nayef looks up at both of you with a proud smirk on his face. He was within his rights to feel that way since his tea-making skills far surpassed his cooking but you had other plans, not quite ready to give him that satisfaction.

“… so?” Nayef asks expectedly and Kurt takes the opportunity to give his verdict first.

“Yeah its kind of obvious…” he trails off, looking at you expectedly and you shrug nonchalantly.

You both go to give your answers at the same time. One expected and the other… less so.

“Nayef” “Hakim”

“Wait WHAT?!” Nayef exclaims, Kurt and Hakim equally surprised.

“I like my tea sweeter.” You calmly justify, a small smirk painting your face as you take another sip of Hakim’s concoction.

“You may as well eat a whole sugar cube!” Nayef yells, you definitely don’t regret your decision now. You look up at Hakim to see him quietly laughing at the situation unfolding.

“Seriously? That’s your final verdict?!” Kurt clarifies, equally surprised but less hysterical than Nayef who’s currently burning a hole through your temple with his gaze as you look to Kurt, nodding surely.

“Yep.” You assure, making sure to pop the p to further irritate Nayef who rolls his eyes.

“I guess its a tie then!” Kurt sighs, shrugging his shoulders and Nayef goes to argue his case again but is thankfully interrupted by his temporary housemate.

“MOVING ON…” he announces, grabbing the TV remote and opening up Nayef’s endless film catalogue. Of course, still sulking but Nayef is eventually able to move on and Hakim lifts himself off of his seat to take his place next to you. He throws an arm around your shoulders and you lay your head on his and the chosen film begins to play. You decide it's only fair that you let the sore loser take his pick after the robbery that just occurred. No pushback from Hakim either although you had watched the particular movie so many times that you practically had the screenplay memorised but you refrain from making any comment.

By the time the end credits roll, it's completely dark out and you and Hakim take that as your sign to leave. You say your goodbyes and Nayef delivers a particularly firm handshake to you on your way out. Again, expected and perhaps deserved.

The car ride home is fairly quiet because babysitting 3 man children was quite the exercise and you had almost completely ran out of energy. Ever the gentleman, Hakim takes it upon himself to carry you to the house once he’s parked and he somehow manages to get the door open with you tucked safely and comfortably in his arms. He gently places you onto the bed, pulling you to sit upright so he can get you into your night clothes. He allows his fingers to ghost over your most sensitive parts as he goes about it, enjoying the way it sends a shiver down your spine while you scowl at him.

Once he gets into his own nightwear, he hurries to join you under the covers, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you into your chest which you happily cuddle into. One of his hands plays with your hair while the other draws smooth circles on your back and you can’t help but sigh out in relief and pleasure.

You yelp as you suddenly feel a small pinch at your side.

“Hey! What was that for?” You whine and he rolls his eyes, still unable to bite back his smile.

“You’re a little liar.” He puts simply and you look up at him, confusion apparent on your fsce s you gaze into his deep brown ones.

“You and I both know that that amount of sugar in my drinks is barely palatable for you. Why on earth did you pick me?” He wonders out loud and you laugh.

“Eh, who cares.” You shrug.

“You’re my husband, you’ll always be my winner no matter what.” You struggle to hold back a laugh at your cheesy words and he narrows his eyes at you. Within a second you’ve borh broken into a fit of giggles.

“The look on Nayef’s face was too good to miss, you know that.” You say as you attempt to catch your breath.

“I know but at the cost of how many cavities?” He jokes and you tuck your head back under his chin. He can still feel you laughing against the soft skin of his neck and smiles at the tickling sensation.

The exhaustion does finally take you over completely and you let out one last yawn before muttering a soft “I love you,” before falling asleep on his strong chest.

“I love you more, sugar…” he whispers. Barely giggling at his stupid little joke, being careful not to jostle you around too much and eventually the eventful day hits him too. He falls into a content sleep for the first time in ages, you nestled in his warmth and hopefully having dreams as sweet as his own.

Hello, loves! It’s been a hot minute but I’m finally gonna be rolling out my fics and getting back to working on all your requests. Of course I had to start with Hakim because he’s a favourite amongst everyone and I’ve been stalling on this one for the longest. Thank you all for being so kind and understanding about everything and I hope u enjoy!!!

[azir-018]

Fragments of a Broken Love (part 1/2)

warning: pure against

summary: You and Neymar find yourselves at a crossroads, realizing that the love you once shared has fractured beyond repair. Amidst tearful goodbyes and painful acceptance, you both acknowledge the need to let go and move forward. The story explores the raw emotions and difficult decisions that come with the end of a relationship, leaving room for personal growth and the possibility of finding happiness in unexpected places.

The air hung heavy with silence as you stood at the center of an empty room. The walls, once adorned with memories of laughter and joy, now echoed with the emptiness of a shattered love. Neymar stood a few feet away, his eyes filled with a mix of regret and sorrow.

The weight of the silence was suffocating, each passing second etching deeper cracks into your wounded hearts. It had come to this—a painful realization that the love you once shared was slipping away, slipping through your fingers like fine grains of sand.

"I don't know how we got here," Neymar spoke softly, his voice laced with melancholy. "I never wanted this to happen."

Tears welled up in your eyes, the pain of the moment threatening to consume you. "I know, Neymar, but sometimes love just isn't enough. We've grown apart, and the pieces of our love have crumbled."

He took a step forward, his voice pleading. "Can't we try to fix it? Can't we salvage what's left?"

Your heart ached at his words, knowing deep down that the damage had already been done. It wasn't a lack of effort or desire—it was the simple truth that some things are beyond repair. The love that once burned brightly had dimmed, and it was time to face the reality of letting go.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you shook your head, your voice choked with sorrow. "Neymar, we've tried. We've fought, we've pleaded, but it's tearing us apart. We can't keep holding onto something that's no longer there."

A pained expression crossed his face, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I can't imagine my life without you. Losing you feels like losing a part of myself."

The depth of his anguish resonated within you, amplifying your own heartbreak. But sometimes, love demanded sacrifice for the sake of healing. It demanded the strength to accept that walking away was the only path forward.

With trembling hands, you reached out and gently touched his cheek, your touch a bittersweet reminder of the love you once shared. "Neymar, we need to find the courage to let each other go. It's the only way we can find true happiness, even if it means our hearts ache for a while."

His eyes pleaded for one last chance, but in that moment, you knew it was time to say goodbye. It was time to gather the shattered fragments of your love, embrace the pain, and move forward, even if it meant doing so alone.

In a final act of love, you leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss against Neymar's lips, cherishing the bittersweet taste of what once was. As you pulled away, tears mingled with regret, but also with a glimmer of hope for a future where both of you could find healing and happiness.

With heavy hearts, you turned away, each step a painful reminder of what had been lost. The echoes of your footsteps seemed to fade into the distance, leaving behind the remnants of a love that had once burned brightly but had now become a bittersweet memory.

And as you walked away from Neymar and the shattered pieces of your love, you held onto the belief that in time, wounds would heal, and new beginnings would arise from the ashes of a broken heart.

(part 2)

Fragments of a Broken Love (part 2/2)

warning: none summary: Amidst a painful separation, Neymar unexpectedly reappears in your life, expressing his remorse and desire to rebuil

[canirove]

Hakim Ziyech Imagine

Author’s note: This is a request from Wattpad. They wanted something where the reader is married to Hakim and they have a little boy called Nahil. He only has eyes for his dad and constantly wants to be with him, which makes the reader sulk. Hope you like it and thank you for reading! 💜

Masterlist

"Dada!"

"Come here, little man!" Hakim smiles, picking up our son Nahil and lifting him in the air.

"Please be careful. He just had lunch and I don't want him throwing up all over your Chelsea tracksuit."

"Oh, sorry" he chuckles. "Did you eat everything?" he asks, kissing Nahil's cheek.

"All of it. Physically he may be your carbon copy, but he's got his mama's appetite."

"He also looks like you."

"He does not and you know it" I chuckle. "Anyway, shouldn't you get going?"

"I should, yes. But you are coming to the game, aren't you? It is the last one of the season, you can’t miss it."

"That's the plan. But mini you has to go have his nap, and it will probably take me ages. You know how he gets every time his dada leaves" I say, rolling my eyes.

"He loves you too."

"Does he? Because it feels like he only cares about me to feed him, and not always. It's always dada dada dada."

"He loves you. Don't you, little man?"

"Dada!" Nahil says.

"Now say mama. Ma… ma. C'mon, you can do it. Ma… ma. Mama."

"Prrrr."

"See? Nothing. He doesn't even try!"

"He'll say it when you least expect it, you'll see" Hakim says, caressing my cheek. "This is just a phase, the book I read when you were pregnant said it."

"I know, all the other mums I’ve asked say the same. But it still hurts, you know? I carried him inside me for 9 months, gave birth to him, and now that he finally starts running around and talking, I want to see him clumsily running towards me saying mama or asking me to give him cuddles. But he only cares about you. About his dada."

"You'll get to do all that, you'll see. You just need to be patient" Hakim says. "I'm sure that when the day comes and he doesn't want to leave your side, you'll complain about it."

"I won't."

"We'll see" he chuckles. "Should we put him to bed? You can't miss the game, I want to do the walk around the pitch with both of you."

"Won’t you be late?"

"I'll tell them it was the traffic if that’s the case” he shrugs.

"They won't believe you."

"This is London. They will" he laughs. "Should we?"

"Ok, fine. Come, Nahil. Nap time" I say, stretching my arms towards him.

"Dada!" he replies, hugging Hakim's neck.

"See? Just you!"

"Give him time, trust me" he smiles before taking my hand and giving it an encouraging squeeze. 

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"5 minutes. It took him 5 minutes to fall asleep" I say as we leave Nahil's room. "If it had been just me and him, he would have cried for an hour while screaming dada, and then fell asleep just because he was tired."

"Then lucky you I was here to help you" Hakim says. "And now that the season is over, I will be here to help you all the time. I should do everything and let you rest, to be honest. Maybe that way he will start missing you."

"Or completely forget about me" I snort.

"He will never forget about you. You are his mum, he's here because of you" he says, hugging me from behind and kissing my neck.

"You also had something to do with it" I smirk.

"I did. But you deserve all the credit."

"Aww, thank you" I say, turning around to look at him and wrapping my arms around his neck.

"You're welcome" he smiles. "And because you deserve the world, I've booked us a little holiday just for the two of us now that I’ll be free."

"Really?"

"It'll be just you and me and the most romantic and relaxing getaway. No diaper changes, food flying, or babies crying."

"Or screaming dada, dada" I chuckle.

"Nothing. My mum will take care of all that while we just chill and enjoy each other's company. How does that sound?"

"Perfect" I smile. 

"Perfect" he smiles back. "And now I should probably get going. See you at the game, ok? Don't forget to wear your shirts."

"We won't, I promise."

"I can't wait to have my little family walk with me around Stamford Bridge."

"Neither can we. I love you, Hakim."

"I love you too" he says before kissing me. 

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Hiii could you do a one shot on hakim Ziyech where he is married to the reader who is of Moroccan origin and he is a son Nahil who is 1 year old he looks a lot like Hakim but in a smaller version and his daddy's son he is constantly in the Hakim's arm which makes Hakim laugh because his wife sulks every time because when Nahil sees his father he stretches his arms towards him and when Hakim has to go to training he cries he sees his dad leave and the reader and lanpenfa't 1h to calm him down with these tears plsss 💕

My Little Clone

Pairing: Hakim Ziyech x female!reader

Warning: non just pure fluff

Words: 2106

Writer Note: sorry i've been silent for couple of months cause i've been busy with my editing, school and a lot more, but i'm back now, if you made a request before, please send it to me again. Thank you, enjoy this one. Thank you anon <3

P/s: not edited, grammar mistake and typo ahead!

Hakim Ziyech is a successful professional soccer player, playing for one of the top teams in Europe. He's known for his fast dribbling and accurate shooting, and is often called "The Magician" due to his ability to dribble past several defenders before scoring a goal. In addition to his talent on the field, Hakim is also known for being a devoted husband and father.

His wife Y/n and their 1-year-old son Nahil, is always proud to watch him play. His wife supports him from the stands and completely different comparing to their son, Nahil will be cheering on his dad, and waving to him when he saw him on the field and Hakim will smile and waving at his son or give him a flying kiss, their one-year-old son going to be the one who truly steals the show. Despite being so young, He already has a strong bond with his father. When Hakim is at home, he is always holding Nahil in his arms, making him laugh and giggle with his playful antics

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Hakim looked over at Y/n as she sat on the couch, staring blankly at the TV. He knew she was pretending to sulk, but he could not help but laughing at her wife cuteness.

 "You okay, Y/n?" he asked, settling down beside her. "I'm fine," she reply to her husband while she doing a crossed hand on her chest, her eyes still glued to the screen.

 Nahil, who was sitting on Hakim's lap, stretched out his arms towards his father. "Dada! Dada!" he squealed; his little voice filled with excitement. Hakim chuckled and lifted Nahil up, kissing his cheek.

"Hey buddy, what's up?" he asked, making silly faces at his son. Y/n rolled her eyes but could not help but smile at the sight. She knew she had no right to be jealous of her husband and son's bond, but she could not help it. As much as she tried to pretend otherwise, she loved seeing them together.

Nahil started bouncing in his father's arms, his laughter filling the room. In that moment, Y/n felt a surge of happiness wash over her. She was lucky to have such a wonderful family, even if it did make her feel a little like a third wheel at times. Hakim noticed Y/n's expression and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

 "You're never a third wheel, honey. You are the most important member of this family," he said sincerely. Y/n smiled, feeling a warm glow settle in her chest.

She knew deep down that Hakim was right, but hearing it from him still meant the world. As Nahil snuggled into his father's chest, Y/n leaned her head on Hakim's shoulder. She knew she couldn't ask for a better life than this - a husband who loved her unconditionally, a son who idolized him, and a home filled with love and laughter. She was the luckiest girl in the world.

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The trio spent the night relaxing on the couch, Nahil giggling and kicking his legs as he snuggled in Hakim's arms. Y/n couldn't help but watch them with a smile, her heart swelling with love for her happy family. She knew she was lucky to be a part of it

Hakim was the first to speak, breaking the comfortable silence. "You know, Y/n, sometimes I feel like the luckiest man in the world," he said, his eyes fixed on their son's sweet face. "I know," she replied, placing a hand on his leg. "You always say that when Nahil gets particularly adorable." Hakim chuckled.

 "I can't help it. He's just so perfect, you know? And I'm so grateful to have both of you in my life." Y/n smiled, feeling a lump form in her throat. She knew what he was saying was true, but it still meant so much to hear it from him.

As Hakim, Y/n, and Nahil settled in for the night, the room was filled with the sound of laughter and happy chatter. They spent the evening playing with Nahil, taking turns chasing him around the living room and tickling him until he was giggling so hard and he couldn't breathe, the origin Moroccan woman couldn’t help but feel a tug at her heartstrings every time her son ran into his father's arms.

She could tell that Hakim loved him fiercely, and it made her feel grateful to have such a loving and devoted husband and father for her son. Even with the laughter and the play, there was something deeper that connected the trio. They were a unit, a family that loved each other unconditionally.

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By the time Hakim left for training, Nahil's protests grew louder and more desperate, until he was outright sobbing in Y/n's arms.

“I want Dada!”

“Nahil your dada needs to go to work you know, so that he can buy you a lot of toys”

Despite her best efforts, she cannot really seem to soothe him, and the sound of his cries echoed in her ears long.

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As the day drew to a close, Y/n settled in for what she hoped would be a peaceful evening with her husband and son. She breathed a sigh of relief as she heard Hakim's key in the door, Y/n settled down on the couch with Nahil sleeping soundly in her lap. Hakim settled down next to her, taking her hand in his, and she smiled at him cheerfully.

“Assalamualaikum” he greets her wife

“waalaikummusalam” his wife replies to his greet.

"I missed you today," Y/n said, her voice filled with warmth.

Hakim leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I missed you too, Y/n," he said softly

“He cried earlier when you left the house” Y/n tell her husband

“I know, I’ve heard him, he’s quite loud, can’t even know how you handle him, you’re a pro!” Hakim compliments his wife and they both laugh softy due to not wanting their son to wake up but Nahil seemed to know his father's presence.

Their son stirred on Y/n's lap, his brown eyes that cloning his dad, open slowly. As soon as he saw her dad already home, he quickly gets up from her mother lap and jump into his father arms and hug him.

“Hello buddy, you sleep well?” Hakim asks his son and he can feel that his son reply with a single nod on his shoulder

“Good, mama said that you cried when I left earlier, why?”

“I don’t want dada to leave, I want to play with dada”

Y/n looked at her husband and son, she felt her heart swell with love and gratitude. She knew that life wasn't always easy, but with them by her side, she felt ready to face whatever came their way.

“Nahil, dada need to go to work”

“why” their son asks Hakim and Hakim looking at his wife, y/n shrug.

“Well, boy, so that we can go out and eat some delicious food, buy you a new toy and a lot more, don’t you want that?” Hakim explains

Nahel nods

“After this, no more crying, okay?” hakim told his son

“okay!” He sequels.

Hakim kiss him on the cheek softly.

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Today, a match between Chelsea Vs Spurs, Hakim prepared for the match, he could feel the pressure weighing heavily on him. He knew that the eyes of millions of fans were on him, and he couldn't afford to make any mistakes. As he stepped onto the field, he could feel the energy from the crowd, but he didn't let it distract him. He was focused, and he was determined to win the match for his team.

When the match progressed, Hakim became more and more impressive.

His dribbles were fast and precise, and his shots were accurate.

The crowd was on the edge of their seats, and his teammates were cheering him on.

But it was when he scored a goal in the dying minutes of the match that the crowd became truly electric.

Hakim ran to the corner flag and jumped up and down searching for his little family. The noise from the crowd was deafening, but he could still hear the sound of Nahil, who was cheering loudly for his dad. Hakim pointing at his son that is in Y/n’s arms, to sign that the goal was dedicated to him and his wife.

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After the match, Hakim doing the post-match interview, He was asked all sorts of questions: about the match, about the goal.

Journalist: Congratulations on a brilliant performance today, Hakim! Can you walk us through your goal?

Hakim: Thank you, it was great to be able to contribute to the team's victory. The goal was a result of good teamwork and timing. My teammate passed me the ball, and I was able to take advantage of the open space to make a run and get into a scoring position. It was a great feeling to see the ball cross the line and the crowd celebration.

Journalist: And overall, how do you feel about your team's performance today?

Hakim: I think we played well and followed our manager's game plan. We were able to control possession and play in the opponent's half. We also created plenty of chances and were clinical with our finishing. Overall, it was a solid team performance and a good result.

Journalist: And finally, who do you dedicate your goals to today, Hakim?

Hakim: Well, first and foremost, I have to dedicate these goals to my family, including my wife and son who is on the stand tonight, and who is always support and motivate me. They're my biggest fans, so I want to give them a special shout-out and I'm grateful for their support.

Journalist: Congrats again on a great performance today, Hakim. Thank you for your time. We'll let you go so you can celebrate with your family and your team

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Hakim made his way into the locker room, his blood pumping with adrenaline and excitement after the big win. As he entered, his teammates greeted him with high-fives and congratulations, and he smiled back at them, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment.

But the moment he had really been looking forward to was the moment he would get to hug his son and see his wife's smiling face. He could hardly wait to share the excitement of the win with them.

As he walked out of the locker room, he saw them waiting for him—his son running towards him with a huge smile on his face, and his wife standing there with her arms open wide. Hakim scooped his son up into his arms, feeling his little body wiggle and laugh as he swung him around in a circle. His wife came over and embraced him, giving him a kiss on the cheek, and he felt a rush of joy and love wash over him.

He held his son close, feeling the little heartbeat against his chest, and felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love for his family. They were the ones who made him feel strong and supported, and he knew that he could face anything with them by his side.

"Dada, you're so amazing!" Nahil exclaims after one particularly spectacular goal.

Hakim cannot help but smile. "Thanks, mini-me, did you see the goal?" he ask

"yes!yes!" Hakim smile and ruffling Nahil's hair.

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"You know, Y/n," Hakim began, breaking the comfortable silence, "I know that sometimes I'm not around as much as I'd like to be. And I know that it's not always easy for you to take care of our son when I'm gone, but I just want you to know that I appreciate everything you do."

Y/n smiled and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. "I know, Hakim. And I appreciate you too. You work so hard to provide for our family, and I am proud of you and I’m sure Nahil too. I love you both so much, and I wouldn't trade our life together for anything in this world."

Hakim pulled her closer, and they sat there in comfortable silence, listening to the soft sounds of their sleeping son. It was moments like these that reminded them just how lucky they were to have one another, and they knew that they would always have each other's backs, through thick and thin.

It was a moment he would always cherish, filled with happiness and love, and he felt grateful for everything in his life. He was blessed to have a family that loved and supported him, and he was determined to do all he could to make them proud.

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[soccerwag]

hello I hope you're fine 💕

J'ai une demande à propos de Hakim Ziyech, il est marié au lecteur depuis 2/3 ans maintenant et elle est aussi marocaine et musulmane et Hakim a beaucoup de crises de colère mais il rejette constamment sa femme et cette fois il y a la mère de Hakim qui est chez lui à Londres depuis une semaine et un jour Hakim rentre (d'un match ou d'un entraînement ou ailleurs comme vous voulez) et il ne dit bonjour à personne et monte dans la chambre conjugale avec un regard fâché et le lecteur va le voir essaie de comprendre ce qu'il a mais il la rejette et lui crie tellement dessus qu'il fait peur au lecteur et il la compare à son ex petite amie Aja narie et elle décide de ne plus lui parler et dort dans la chambre des amis quoi rend son mari furieux il essaie d'entrer dans la chambre mais sa femme est enfermée et pleure toute la nuit elle a pris la décision de ne pas parlerà Hakim et qu'ils ne doivent pas montrer la mère à Hakim que cela ne va pas à leur mariage et que la fin dépend de vous

Oui! J'espère que vous apprécierez la façon dont j'ai écrit ceci et j'espère qu'il est assez bien écrit pour votre demande! 🫶🏼

derrière la façade

le couple: Hakim Ziyech x Lectrice

Résumé: Pour tout le monde, vous et Hakim avez un mariage parfait et heureux. Ils ne savaient pas que tout cela n'était qu'une façade et qu'ils devaient vivre avec encore plus lorsque sa mère venait lui rendre visite.

avertissements: mauvais mariage

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Vous et Hakim êtes mariés depuis un certain temps maintenant. La relation était bonne au début. À un moment donné entre le début et maintenant, Hakim est devenu mécontent. Tu n'as jamais su pourquoi et quand tu as essayé de lui en parler, il t'a rejeté et repoussé.

Tu mentirais si tu disais que ce n'était pas comme un coup de poing dans l'estomac. Vous l'aimiez sincèrement, mais il ne semblait pas partager les mêmes sentiments. Il était difficile de mettre un numéro devant les poparazzi et les amis. C'était dur de prétendre que toi et lui aviez raison. Derrière cette façade se cachait une dure réalité. La réalité de la merde que votre mariage était devenu. Chaque jour, il y avait au moins une allumette hurlante entre les deux. C'était difficile de faire face à toutes les mauvaises choses qu'il disait à votre sujet. Tout ce que tu voulais, c'était que lui et toi soyez heureux.

Un jour, sa mère est venue lui rendre visite, toi et lui. Sa mère t'aimait. Elle aime la façon dont vous avez traité son fils. Elle vous avait rencontré lors d'une séance de prière. Toi et elle étiez dans le même immeuble et elle trouvait que tu étais beau. Elle avait parlé à vos parents, ce qui a ensuite conduit à vous présenter, vous et Hakim.

De nos jours, vous étiez à la maison en train de nettoyer et de cuisiner, comme vous le faites tous les jours, en attendant que votre mari rentre à la maison. vous finissiez de nettoyer la cuisine quand vous avez entendu le bouton de la porte tourner. Votre mari est entré. Il semblait être de bonne humeur mais à la seconde où ses yeux ont rencontré les vôtres, c'était comme si son humeur avait complètement changé. il est passé devant vous vers la chambre. vous l'avez suivi, lui demandant comment était sa journée et s'il allait bien.

"Pouvez-vous simplement arrêter de parler. J'ai été très clair sur le fait que je ne suis pas intéressé à entamer une conversation avec vous." Dit Hakim durement avant de te repousser et d'aller s'asseoir sur le canapé. Il a allumé la télé et t'a pratiquement ignoré pour le reste de l'après-midi.

Tu sais qu'il te repousserait mais tu étais assez choquée qu'il ne te crie pas dessus cette fois.

"Ma mère vient me rendre visite pendant une semaine, alors comporte-toi du mieux que tu peux." dit Hakim sans même te regarder.

tout ce que vous pouviez dire était ok.

Quelques jours passèrent et sa mère était arrivée. C'était bizarre qu'Hakim t'ait si bien traité la semaine où elle était ici. Pendant une seconde, vous avez pensé que peut-être sa mère lui avait parlé de bon sens. Vous aviez très tort.

Après que sa mère vous ait dit au revoir, la façade s'est levée. Les combats reprennent. Cette fois, les combats vous font plus mal que jamais.

"JE NE PEUX PAS CROIRE QUE JE T'AI MARIÉ. TU ES COMME MON EX, ENNUYEUX ET TELLEMENT DIFFICILE À GÉRER. AU MOINS ELLE ÉTAIT BELLE ET JE N'AI PAS ÉTÉ MALADE D'AVOIR L'AMOUR AVEC ELLE. JE NE COMPRENDS PAS CE QUE MA MÈRE J'AIME MÊME CHEZ VOUS." cria hakim.

vous ne vous souveniez même pas comment le combat avait commencé, tout ce à quoi vous pouviez penser était ce que vous ressentiez à ce moment-là. À cause de votre religion, il a été le seul homme à vous voir pleinement. Te voir nue et te faire prendre ta virginité. Tu te sentais dégoûté, honteux de ne pas lui suffire. Tu n'as pas pu t'empêcher de pleurer.

Cette nuit-là, vous avez dormi dans la chambre d'amis, ainsi que les nuits suivantes. Vous avez refusé de lui parler, refusé de vous approcher de lui. Quand sa mère t'appelait, les gars remettaient la façade. Tu étais fini mais tu ne pouvais pas le quitter.

Ces jours étaient les pires. Hakim, que cela lui plaise ou non, se sentait mal. Ces derniers mois, il a été stressé. Il a laissé tomber son stress sur vous, ce qu'il savait être mal. Derrière sa propre façade, il t'aimait. Il avait juste peur. Tous ses coéquipiers et tout le monde autour de vous vous aimaient. Il avait peur que s'il se rapprochait trop, il se retrouverait dans la même position qu'il était avec son ex, la position où il a été laissé pour compte.

Cela fait maintenant deux semaines que vous avez échangé. il était actuellement 20 heures. et tu étais assis sur le canapé. Hakim était dans la chambre à faire ce qu'il faisait tous les soirs et tu regardais une émission. tout à coup, vous avez senti des bras autour de vous. Ils n'étaient pas agressifs, ils étaient étonnamment doux.

"Je suis désolé ma chérie." est ce qui sortait de la bouche de hakim.

Tu as senti des gouttes de larmes couler sur ta chemise, mais ce n'étaient pas les tiennes.

"Je t'ai si mal traité. Je suis désolé. Je suis désolé de t'avoir fait du mal et je suis désolé de m'être débarrassé de mon stress, de ma colère et de mes insécurités. Je comprendrais si tu ne me pardonnerais jamais, mais derrière la façade, je je t'aime."

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Note de l'auteur: Je sais que c'est court mais j'ai fait de mon mieux, j'espère que vous avez apprécié l'intrigue, je sais aussi que c'est un peu un cliffhanger mais si vous voulez la partie 2, demandez.🫶🏼

Aussi j'espère que ma grammaire n'est pas trop mauvaise, le français est ma deuxième langue donc s'il y a des fautes de grammaire je suis désolé.