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SMILE

jobe bellingham x f! reader

:: Being mad at Jobe would've been a lot easier if he didn't have the most unfair smile you'd ever seen.

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(someone requested it, but i forgot to link it..)

The argument had been over for at least five minutes but neither of you had admitted it.

You were standing in the kitchen, pretending to be incredibly interested in pouring yourself a glass of water while Jobe lingered somewhere behind you.

The apartment had gone quiet again, except for the sound of the tap running and the occasional shuffle of his feet across the floor.

You took a slow sip of your water, refusing to turn around.

"If you're waiting for me to apologize first," you said, still facing the sink, "you're gonna be waiting a while."

"I wasn't." His voice was quieter now, less defensive than it had been ten minutes ago. "I just didn't want you walking away while you were still upset."

You set your glass down with a soft clink. "I'm not walking away."

"It looked like you were."

"I just came to get water."

He sighed still standing behind you. "Right."

You could almost feel him looking at you. "You can stop staring."

"I'm not staring, I'm just looking in your direction."

You let out a small breath that was very close to a laugh. "That's still staring."

"It isn't."

"It is when there's nothing else over here to look at."

Then you heard it, a quiet little huff of laughter.

You squeezed your eyes shut for a second. "Dont laugh."

You finally turned around but the second you did, you regretted it.

Jobe was leaning against the kitchen island, one ankle crossed over the other, trying so hard to look innocent that it was almost funny. His lips were pressed together, but the corners kept twitching upwards.

His eyes already had that tiny squint to them, like he was seconds away from properly smiling.

You pointed a finger at him. "No."

He blinked "No?"

"I know what you're doing, dont act clueless."

A grin slipped onto his face. "What am I doing?"

You groaned, immediately looking away again. "There it is."

"What?"

"That smile."

"What about it?" He scratched the back of his neck, trying and failing to hide how amused he was.

"I think you're making things up."

You looked back at him annoyed. "You've figured it out."

"Figured what out?"

You looked back at him for half a second before shaking your head. "You know I can't stay mad when you smile."

The grin spread a little wider. "Did I?"

He let out a laugh he was trying to bite back. "I didn't realize it had that much power."

You sighed dramatically. "Unfortunately."

He pushed himself off the island and wandered over, stopping beside you instead of directly in front of you.

He reached for your glass, took a sip of your water without asking, then put it back exactly where it had been.

"Did you just drink my water?"

He looked down into the glass. "I think I did."

You shook your head, trying so hard not to smile. "You're actually unbelievable."

He laughed. "There it is."

"I'm really sorry," he stated. This time there wasn't a smile.

You searched his face for a second before letting out a quiet sigh. "It's okay, as long we don't fight over stupid things again"

"I promise."

You studied him for another second before stepping forward and wrapping your arms around his waist.

He hugged you back almost immediately.

"You still stole my water," you mumbled against his shoulder.

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FLUFF ALPHABET

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:: what michael olise would do in a relationship

A - affection

Michael isn't overly affection in front of other people. He's more reserved, so you probably wouldn't catch him constantly kissing or hugging you in public. But when your alone it's different. He'd always find some excuse to be touching you, a hand on your thigh while he's driving, his arm around your waist whenever you're doing your makeup, or his head on your shoulder while you're watching a movie together.

B - bad days

Michael notices your mood before you ever have to say anything. If you've had a bad day, he won't pressure you to talk. Instead, he'll quietly sit beside you, put your favorite show on, order your favorite food, and wait for you to speak. He believes just being there is sometimes enough.

C - compliments

He's not the type to compliment you every five minutes, which somehow makes every compliment mean even more. You'll walk into the room wearing pajamas, hair messy, and he'll glance up from his phone before saying, "You look beautiful."

D - dates

Michael definitely prefers simple dates over expensive ones. Late-night drives, trying a new café, staying home and cooking together, wandering around bookstores or quiet streets.

E - effort

Michael remembers the little things. If you once mention your favorite chocolate, he'll come home with it weeks later without you asking. If you're stressed with work he'll make sure dinners all sorted out. He doesn't make a big deal out of what he does, he just wants your life to be a little easier.

F - first "I love you"

He wouldn't rush it. Michael would wait until he knew he meant it completely. When he finally says it, it's probably late at night, lying beside you after talking for hours. Just a quiet, "I love you." Barley even heard cause of how quiet he whispered it.

G - gifts

Michael isn't the type to buy huge, extravagant gifts just because. Instead, he'd notice the little things. If you once said you liked a certain candle, book, or snack, don't be surprised if it magically appears on your kitchen counter a month later. His gifts always have a meaning behind them, and that's what makes it so special.

H - hugs

He's definitely a hugger when it's just the two of you. The kind where he'll pull you into him after a long day and stay there for a while without saying anything. Sometimes he'd bury his face in your neck, other times he'd rest his chin on your head. He doesn't like to rush them because they mean so much to him.

I - insecurities

Michael wouldn't make you feel silly for being insecure.If you admitted you were overthinking something, he'd listen and help you feel better. Then spend the rest of the day making sure you felt loved without making it obvious.

J - jealousy

He's not overly possessive, but he's definitely observant. If someone was flirting with you, he wouldn't cause a scene. Instead, he'd quietly walk over, slip an arm around your waist, greet you with a soft "Hi, baby." and suddenly whoever was flirting would get the message. Afterwards, he'd probably tease you about it more than admit he was jealous.

K - kisses

He loves giving you kisses, it's his favorite thing. Whether it's before training, after training, or when you're just on the couch he'll always find someway to kiss you randomly. Even if he walked past you for two seconds, he'd leave a quick kiss somewhere before continuing whatever he was doing.

L - love language

Michael shows love through acts of service and quality time. Charging your phone because you forgot. Filling your car with gas. Bringing you water before bed. Sitting with you while you finish work, even if he's doing something else. he just likes spending time with you even during those moments.

M - missing you

Michael isn't the type to constantly text, "I miss you," every hour. Instead, you'll randomly get a picture of his hotel view, a meal he's eating, or a sunset with no context. When you ask why he sent it, he'll simply say, "Thought you'd like it." That's his way of saying he wished you were there.

N - nicknames

He'd mostly use "baby" without even realizing it. Sometimes "love." The really cheesy nicknames only come out when he's tired or trying to make you smile. If he's teasing you, he'll probably just say your full name with the most serious expression possible before laughing.

O - overthinking

Michael notices when you're overthinking before anyone else does. He'll ask, "What's going on in that head?" If you insist it's nothing, he won't push, but later that night he'll quietly check in again.

P - pda

He's pretty subtle. Holding your hand. A hand resting on your back as you walk. Brushing your shoulder as he passes. Nothing that draws attention, but enough that everyone knows you're together.

Q - quiet moments

His favorite moments are in the mornings where you're both half asleep, making breakfast in silence. Long drives with music playing softly. Or just teaching you how to play his favorite games.

R - reassurance

Whenever you're doubting yourself, he doesn't just tell you you're enough, he explains why. He'll remind you of things you've forgotten about yourself.

S - sleep

Michael would absolutely pull you closer in his sleep without realizing it. If you rolled away during the night, he'd unconsciously reach for you until you were back beside him.

T - trust

Trust means everything to him. Once you earn it, he'll tell you things he doesn't tell anyone else. His worries about football, the pressure, the expectations, and he'll slowly let you into parts of his life the public never gets to see.

U - upset

If the two of you argue, Michael won't like going to bed angry. Even if he needs time to cool off, he'll eventually come find you. He'd rather have an uncomfortable conversation than let silence ruin anything.

V - vacations

Michael would prefer quiet places over crowded tourist spots. Somewhere with good weather, good food, and enough privacy that the two of you can actually relax.

w - waiting

No matter how long you're taking, he'll wait. He might send a playful "Are you almost ready?" text, but once you finally walk out, he'll forget he was ever impatient. The first thing he'll tell you is about how gorgeous you look.

x - eXpressions

Michael isn't always good at putting everything into words, so you learn to read his expressions instead. One small smile from him can tell you he's proud of you. A raised eyebrow means he's amused. The way he looks at you when you aren't paying attention says more than he could.

y - you

If someone asked Michael what his favorite thing about you was, he probably wouldn't answer with your looks. He'd talk about the way you laugh at your own jokes or about how excited you get over little things.

Z - zero words

One of the most meaningful moments in your relationship wouldn't involve speaking at all. Maybe it's after one of his matches. He spots you in the crowd, exhausted, and the second he reaches you, he just wraps his arms around you.

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hii!!,can I request a short one where kylian is in an interview after the game and the interviewer asked about the celebration he did earlier at the game is kinda different than his usual one,and kylian just says like "it's a request from my girlfriend" or something like that😭,I'm sorry if it's a bit confusing loll,love ur works n have a good day!🙌

this is so cute!

CELEBRATION

kylian mbappe x f! reader

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:: He didn't plan his celebration, instead it was requested by you.

The final whistle echoed through the stadium. Another win, and another goal. Another match where Kylian found the back of the net. The cameras followed him immediately.

Instead of his usual celebration, he did something completely different. Simple, but quick. Enough to confuse the audience.

Commentators mentioned it. Fans started posting clips before the match had even ended.

"Since when does Kylian celebrate like that?"

"That was new."

"I've never seen him do that before."

Twenty minutes later he sat in the interview chair, still slightly out of breath, his match shirt clinging to him from the ninety minutes he'd just played.

The interviewer smiled. "Congratulations on the win."

"Thank you."

"You scored another brilliant goal tonight."

He nodded politely.

Then came the question everyone wanted answered.

"I have to ask." The reporter said smiling.

He already knew what was coming.

"Your celebration."

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"It was.. Different."

"It was."

"Was there a reason behind it?"

He looked down for a second before letting out a quiet laugh. "Yeah."

The interviewer leaned forward slightly. "What was it?"

He shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "My girlfriend asked me to."

The interviewer blinked. "That simple?"

"Mhm."

"You changed your celebration because she asked?"

Another small smile. "She said I should try something new."

"And you listened?"

He laughed. "I usually do."

The interviewer couldn't help smiling. "So this wasn't for a sponsor? A campaign? A message?"

"No."

"It was just for her?"

He nodded once. "She thought it'd be fun."

"And did she like it?"

He looked straight at the camera this time "I hope so."

Within minutes the clip surfaced.

Fans couldn't get enough of it.

Some joked he'd been "Taking instructions from home."

Others called it the cutest interview he'd ever given.

Meanwhile you were sitting on your couch with your phone in your lap. Your phone buzzed almost immediately.

Kylian 🤍

watched the interview yet?

maybe..

Three dots appeared instantly.

sooo

did i do the celebration right?

You laughed, shaking your head before replying.

you passed.

10/10, i loved it.

His answer came less than a minute later.

good.

wouldn't want to disappoint my favorite critic. see you later love. ❤

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Desiré fic where he has a hard time getting out of bed even though he knows he has training. But when he finally gets out the door and arrives at the training ground he has forgotten all his training stuff at home. So he calls the reader in a hurry to get her to come with his things, and when she arrives he runs over to her kissing all over her face thanking her, and all his teammates and coaches is just watching and laughing.. he kinda gets bullied the rest of the day

OOPS

desire doue x f! reader

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:: He was already running late. But forgetting his training bag at home? That was the cherry on top.

The shrill sound of his alarm echoed through the bedroom for what felt like the hundredth time that morning.

A hand lazily reached out from beneath the blanket, blindly patting across the bedside table until it found his phone.

Another alarm rung as a groan escaped Desire as he buried his face deeper into the pillow.

"I know," he mumbled to absolutely no one. "I'm getting up."

The room fell quiet again until another alarm buzzed. This one he couldn't ignore. With one eye barely open, he reached for his phone and immediately sat upright.

7:48

Training started in less than an hour.

He threw the blanket off himself so quickly it landed on the floor, nearly tripping over it as he rushed toward the bathroom.

"I'm late," he called, practically sliding across the hallway.

You looked up from the kitchen where you'd been making breakfast. "I noticed."

"I overslept."

He leaned over the counter just long enough to steal a piece of toast from your plate.

"I'll eat on the way."

"That's mine."

"You still have another." He said still scattering to have everything organized.

You laughed, shaking your head as he hurried around the apartment trying to do six things at once.

One sock somehow ended up in the living room. His hoodie was inside out. He spent a full minute looking for his car keys before realizing they were already in his hand.

You watched the entire disaster unfold with an amused smile. "Need help?"

"I'm completely under control." The sentence had barely left his mouth before he walked straight into the hallway wall.

You covered your mouth, trying not to laugh.

He looked at you, annoyed. "Dont."

Your smile grew wider, "I'm trying not to."

Five frantic minutes later, he finally stood by the front door. "I'll see you later."

"You only had toast."

He started opening the door slightly, "I'll survive."

You rolled your eyes as he leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before rushing out the door. The apartment fell quiet again. You looked around, then your eyes landed on something sitting neatly beside the couch.

His training bag. Cleats, water, training gear, everything.

You sighed, already knowing exactly what was about to happen. Right on cue, your phone started ringing.

You smiled before answering. "Hello?"

"Baby," He sounded completely out of breath. "Please tell me you have my bag."

You looked toward the bag laying on the ground. "The one sitting right next to me?"

"I forgot it."

You couldn't help laughing. "I'll bring it."

"I love you."

"I know."

"No seriously, you saved my life." You could hear his voice slowly sounding more relieved.

"You've said that because I found your charger before." You laughed.

"That was life-saving too."

"I'll be there in fifteen." You said grabbing his bag.

"Thanks, I owe you."

"Hmm, you owe me breakfast tomorrow, and flowers, and maybe even bring me my favorite chocolate."

"I think you're taking advantage of my current situation." He sighed dramatically. "But fine, please just hurry up."

The training ground was already buzzing by the time you pulled into the parking lot. You grabbed his bag from the passenger seat before making your way toward the entrance.

One of the staff members spotted you immediately. "Looking for Desire?"

"I think he's looking for me."

The staff member laughed. "He hasn't stopped talking about forgetting his stuff."

"I can imagine."

"I'll let him know."

Before he even had the chance A familiar voice echoed across the training ground. "Baby!"

You barely had time to react before Desire came jogging toward you with the biggest grin on his face. "There you are!"

He reached you in seconds, wrapping both arms around you in a quick hug before pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Thank you."

Another kiss landed on your cheek. "Seriously."

One on your other cheek. "I love you."

You laughed, trying to gently push him back.

"Desire."

"But seriously, thank you." He said sincerely.

You handed it over, unable to stop smiling. "Next time."

You tapped the side of his head. "Use this."

He laughed. "I'll try."

Behind him. A slow clap echoed across the pitch. Desire froze, before turning to look behind him.

Almost the entire squad had been watching. One of his teammates called out with a grin, "Need another kiss before training?"

Another added, "Think he forgot his boots on purpose."

Desire rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking far more embarrassed than he had five seconds earlier. Unfortunately the teasing didn't end there.

For the rest of training, every good pass came with, "Nice one, lover boy!"

Every mistake earned, "Too busy thinking about those kisses?"

And when training finally ended, one teammate walked over holding Desire's water bottle. "You sure this is yours?"

Désiré frowned. "Yeah?"

"You sure your girlfriend doesn't need to hand it to you first?"

The entire dressing room erupted into laughter. Desire buried his face in his hands.

He would never hear the end of this.

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Heyy love your writing already! Can you write something about kylian, maybe reader teasing him about his celebration against senegal, this whole thing basically https://x.com/i/status/2066992407254630675 leading to smut (if you're comfortable)

okay, tried on the smut.. hope you like it :)

TEASE

Kylian Mbappe x f! reader

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:: you won't stop teasing him about his celebration, so he gets close enough to make you rethink.

"Do it again."

He doesn't even look up from his phone.

"No."

You grin, already walking over. "Just once."

"No."

"Kylian, you did it in front of millions of people. Why not me?"

"Well it's embarrassing now." he mutters, but there’s a slight smile he’s trying to hide.

You ignore him completely, pulling up the video anyway. The goal plays, the crowd loud even through your phone, and then his celebration.

"Why do you look so serious doing that?" You ask laughing.

He finally looks again, unimpressed. "Don’t start."

"Well I think it's cute." You say smiling.

"It’s not."

"It is," you argue, stepping closer, turning the phone toward him. "Look at you."

he reaches for it, as you pull it back immediately.

"Give it."

"Or what?" you tease, already stepping back.

He sighs, setting his phone down. Then he stands.

you pause for half a second, just watching him. You should probably stop.. But you don't.

"Come on, just one more time." You say, now softer.

He walks towards you crossing his arms. "You're really not gonna let this go are you?"

you shake your head. "no."

He let's a quiet low laugh.

You lift your phone again, about to press play, but his hand catches your wrist first. Firm enough to stop you.

Your breath catches slightly as he lowers your hand slowly, taking the phone from your grip without looking away from you and sets it down behind you on the counter.

Now you both are standing there, silent and quite close.

"You're doing this on purpose."

You tilt your head, pretending innocence. "Doing what?"

He steps even closer, just enough to start making your heart race. His eyes continue staring, not glancing away as one hand come up brushing your jaw tilting your face toward him.

"You don't know when to stop, do you?" He murmurs.

"Maybe I don't want to." You say swallowing.

His eyes drop to your lips for a second, then slowly go back up.

He leans in, slow. Close enough for you to feel his breath.

Suddenly, he goes down to press light kisses around your neck, caressing the marks he leaves each time.

"You thought you could tease me, huh?" He says against your skin.

You shudder as you feel his smile against you.

Just then he leans in for hungry kiss, like he's been waiting for this all night. He then grabs one of your legs effortlessly putting it against his waist.

"..Kylian, wait a second." You murmur trying to adjust.

Instead of stopping, he keeps kissing you as his hands roam around your body. He looks at you, smile growing wider as each minute passes.

He doesn't wait to long before pushing your shorts low and moving your panties to the side, as he inserts two fingers inside you.

A loud moan moan escapes your mouth, as you dig your fingers into his shoulders.

"Shit, your already wet." He says not looking away from your face.

He continues to pump in and out faster using his thumb to rub your clit.

You try pushing him away, feeling overstimulated through the pleasure.

"We're not done yet, this is just the start mon amour."

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gurll can u do some olise bf headcanons where the relationship is private but not secret?,thankiess n have a good day🫶

sorry it's short, i was running out of ideas

Michael Olise HCs

michael olise x f! reader

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:: Michael Olise private relationship headcanons

bf!michael . who never posts you online, but if someone catches the two of you together, he doesn't pull away or try to hide you.

bf!michael . who always walks over to your section after matches. He'll give you a quick hug, kiss your forehead, ask if you enjoyed the game, then head back to the dressing room like it's the most normal thing ever.

bf!michael . who never introduces you as "My friend." If someone asks who you are, he'll simply smile and say, "My girlfriend."

bf!michael . who would never ask you to hide your face if fans spotted the two of you. He'd simply keep walking with his hand in yours.

bf!michael . who answers interview questions with short, honest replies. "Yeah, I have a girlfriend." Then immediately changes the subject because he'd rather keep talking about football than your private life.

bf!michael . who loves that your relationship exists outside of social media. The best moments stay between the two of you instead of becoming content for everyone else.

bf!michael . who doesn't post anniversary paragraphs. Instead, he'll quietly leave flowers on the kitchen counter before training with a little note that only you will ever read.

bf!michael . who prefers dates where nobody recognizes either of you. Late night walks, bookstores, quiet cafés, or empty beaches.

bf!michael . who isn't big on public displays of affection, so instead you'll feel his hand settle on your knee beneath the table, giving it the gentlest squeeze whenever he catches you smiling at something.

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Hii girl I love your work. Could u write something with Désiré Doué in which France won a game everything is perfect , him and reader get back to the hotel happily. But they argue bc Désiré is jealous over a stupid thing.

Thanks!!!

thanks for the request !

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desire doue x f! reader

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:: You accepted without thinking twice but desire couldn't stop thinking about it.

The stadium was deafening.

Blue flags waved across every corner, chants echoed through the stands, and the final whistle had barely sounded before teammates were sprinting across the pitch.

France won, by a huge difference. Désiré was laughing as one of his teammates tackled him into a hug, nearly knocking him over.

You watched from the family section with a smile you couldn't hide. He looked around the crowd. Searching. The second his eyes found yours his grin widened.

The mixed zone was chaotic, journalists shouted questions, and cameras flashed endlessly as families waited behind barriers.

You leaned against the railing patiently, watching him finish another interview.

Once he was done, he excused himself with a polite smile before walking straight toward you.

"Finally."

He slipped an arm around your waist.

"I thought they'd never let you go."

"They almost didn't." He said as he kissed your forehead.

"You waited."

"I always do."

His expression softened for a split second. "You didn't have to."

"I wanted to."

The two of you started walking toward the private parking area outside the stadium, where the families' cars and drivers were waiting.

As you reached the exit, someone called after you.

"Excuse me!"

You both turned to see who it was.

A stadium photographer jogged over, camera still hanging around his neck. "Sorry to bother you." He smiled politely.

"I was taking photos after the final whistle and.."

He looked at you.

"...I actually got a really nice candid of you two celebrating."

Your eyebrows lifted.

"Oh?"

"You were hugging after the match." He turned the camera around.

"There."

The photo was beautiful.

Desire still had one arm around you, both of you laughing without realizing the picture had even been taken.

"Oh my gosh," You smiled. "I love that."

"I can send you the full-resolution version if you'd like."

"Really?"

"Of course."

He pulled out his phone. "What's the best way to send it? Instagram, or your number?"

You hesitated. "Number's easier." You quickly typed it in.

"Thank you so much."

"My pleasure."

"Have a good night."

"You too."

The interaction lasted less than a minute. When you turned back. Desire was already unlocking the car. His expression hadn't changed. At least not noticeably.

"Ready?"

"Mhm."

He opened the passenger door for you like always.

The drive back to the hotel was quiet. Not awkward.

Just..

Quieter than usual.

The city was still alive.

Supporters wearing blue jerseys filled the sidewalks, waving flags through open car windows, singing loud enough that you could still hear them from inside the car.

You smiled to yourself. "What a game."

Désiré nodded. "It was."

"You were incredible."

"You always say that."

"Because it's true."

A tiny smile appeared on his lips. For a second, everything felt normal again.

Your phone buzzed. You looked down.

Unknown Number

Hi! It's the photographer from the stadium. Just wanted to make sure I saved the right number. I'll send the photos once I'm back at the media office. Have a great night!

You smiled politely before locking your phone again. "I can't wait to see those pictures."

No response.

You glanced over.

His eyes stayed on the road.

"Des?"

"Hm?"

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

"You've barely spoken."

"I'm just tired."

You knew him well enough to hear the lie.

The drive continued in silence. Not the comfortable silence the two of you usually shared. This one felt heavy. Like something neither of you wanted to say first.

By the time you reached the hotel, most of the team had already arrived.

Players laughed in the lobby, coaches congratulated one another, and staff hurried around making sure everyone had what they needed.

Someone called Desire's name. "You coming upstairs?"

"In a minute."

His teammate nodded before disappearing into the elevator.

You looked over at him. "You sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine." The answer came too quickly for your liking.

Neither of you spoke as the elevator climbed. The quiet between you somehow felt louder than the celebrations downstairs. You found yourself watching the numbers above the door instead of looking at him.

The doors slid open.

He let you walk out first.

The room clicked shut behind you.

You slipped your shoes off with a relieved sigh.

"I swear I'm never wearing these again."

As you said that you expected a laugh, but instead you got nothing.

You turned around.

He was standing by the window, hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, staring down at the city below.

"You've been acting weird since we left the stadium."

"I'm not acting weird."

"You are."

"I'm just tired."

"Desire."

He sighed. "I'm fine."

"No."

You walked closer. "You're not."

"Usually when you go this quiet, it means you're thinking too much."

A dry laugh escaped him. "Maybe."

"About what?"

His jaw tightened. "Nothing."

"You've said 'nothing' at least five times."

"Because it's nothing."

"Then why won't you look at me?"

He looked frustrated with himself. "You really want to know?"

"Yes."

He nodded once. "The photographer."

You blinked. "What about him?"

"You gave him your number."

"For the photo."

"I know."

"So?"

He looked away again. "I didn't like it."

You stared at him. "You didn't like it?"

"No."

"You can't seriously be upset over that."

"I'm not upset."

"You literally just said you didn't like it."

"I didn't."

You let out a disbelieving laugh. "He took one picture."

"He asked for your number."

"To send me the picture."

"You don't know that."

Your eyebrows shot up. "I'm sorry?"

"You don't know if that's why."

"And you do?"

"I know how guys think."

"So now every man who talks to me wants me?"

"I didn't say that."

"You implied it."

He rubbed his face with both hands. "I just.."

He exhaled sharply. "I didn't like seeing another man ask for your number."

"So what was I supposed to do?"

"Say no."

"Over a photo?"

"Yes."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. "So if a woman asked you for your number because she took a nice picture after a match"

"I'd say no."

"Really?"

"Yes."

You folded your arms tighter. "You'd tell someone no over one innocent picture?"

"I wouldn't even let it get that far."

The words stung more than he intended.

"So now I'm in the wrong?"

"I didn't say that."

"It sure sounds like you did."

"I'm saying it made me uncomfortable."

"And I'm saying you're making something out of absolutely nothing."

His voice stayed calm. "It wasn't nothing to me."

The room fell silent. You looked at him.

His shoulders were tense, his hands wouldn't stay still.

He wasn't trying to start a fight.

He was trying and failing to hide how much it had gotten under his skin.

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can u write another fic with michael where he always chooses her next set of nails, it's like their routine and lowkey a love language for michael since he isn’t the type to show his emotions much 😋

wow i absolutely love this request! 👀

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Michael Olise x f! reader

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:: he's never the type to share his feelings, but somehow always chooses the perfect set for you.

It starts off as a joke

"Pick one." You say, sliding your phone across the table in his direction, a pinterest board full of nail designs are pulled up.

He barley notices at first still focused on whatever he was doing.

"You pick." He mumbles without looking.

"No," you shake your head, pushing it closer.

"You always pick wrong."

he looks up at you, brows narrowing together slightly. "Wrong?"

"Yeah," you shrug, a smirk appearing on your lips. "You don’t know the difference between chrome and gel half the time."

he leans back in his chair, studying you now instead of the screen. “I do.”

"You literally called french tips ‘boring’ last time."

"they are boring."

you stare at him. “you’re so annoying.” you mutter.

Michael finally pays attention smiling slightly, pulling the phone towards himself. He takes his time, not rushing, focusing carefully on what designs he likes and pausing on certain ones.

"Why are you thinking so hard?" you ask.

"I'm not."

"You are."

He ignores you as he keeps looking trying to find one that would look good on you.

you roll your eyes, leaning back. "It’s not that serious, you know."

“I know.”

Then finally, he taps one as he hands your phone back. "That one."

You glance down. It's not what you expected. It’s softer. cleaner. a color you don’t usually pick, with tiny details you almost would’ve skipped over.

".. Really?" You ask.

he shrugs, "Yea."

"I don’t know," he says, looking away now. "it just looks like you."

You try holding back a smile, as you calmly play it off. "Okay."

After that, it becomes a thing. Everytime you book a nail appointment, he decides to choose what you get.

He always chooses something you end up loving more than what you would’ve picked yourself, and he always watches when you come back with them done.

He doesn’t make a big deal out of it, doesn’t grab your hands dramatically or compliment you right away.

But he definitely notices.

"You like them?" you ask once, casually.

He hums. "Yeah."

"You say that every time."

"Because they’re good every time."

"Because you pick them every time."

he glances at you, something unreadable for a second.

"…Exactly."