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0alanasworld0 · 3 months
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deluluduck227 · 10 months
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El Ayla | Ez.Abde
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Warnings: none, the tiny tiniest sex mention
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It was summer already, Abdessamad wasn't summoned to the national team, indeed he was called out to play with the olympic football team and the tournament was set to begin in the late ten days of june. So it meant you guys were going to visit morocco. Abde was so thrilled to see his family since it has been an eternity since the last time he did, and so were you. It wasn't the first time you visited Beni Mellal, your husband's hometown, a beautiful and small city.
You were stretching you arms since you spent what felt like eternity in the car, the road's duration from Casablanca, where your plan landed, to Beni Mellal was 4 hours,so obviously you both grew tired, especially him cause he was driving. Abde told his mother that you guys will visit soon but he didn't specify when so it was like a surprise. You felt the hot breeze of the city against your body, agitating your long hair. Abdessamad's arm was now wrapped aroud your waist to draw your attention to him since you zoned out, your eyes wandered aroud his features but you didn't get the best view since it was dark.
" Let's go " He whispered in your ear, clearly excited, the thing that made you smile at his cuteness, you nodded as you made your way through the gate of the mini villa reaching the door. He exhaled, you sensed he was a little nervous so you held his hand, giving him a reassuring nod as he raised his hand to knock the door. Silenced ruled the atmosphere, you both heard footsteps coming closers, the door flicked open and revieled abde's mom. She was chocked at the unexpected visitors and before she could register, her son already threw himself at her, squeezing in a thight hug and kissing her head occasionally. You smile, your heart brusting with happiness at the sight before as you felt tears prickle in your eyes. Abde's mom engulfed you in a tight hold, kissing your temple and you let your tears flow, you felt warm, you felt home even tho it's not but wherever abde is it felt home. She then separated the hug, cupped your face in her palms smiling brightly.
" Masha'allah a bnti, ghzala " you smiled at her comment. " Come on inside, you must be tired"
" I'll grab the luggage quickly and join you " Abdessamad conceded and you both nodded and launched towards the living room, it was so traditional, a mix of off white and golden. You sat on the 'sdari' as she kept asking you about you, how your family doing and abde joined along with his father, you got up and kissed his hand of of respect as he gave you a side hug, you considered as your father. You guys kept chatting, doing the catch up and occasionally laughing. You felt your eyelids heavy as ever and you yawned, drawing your mother-in-law's attention.
" Bnti! You must be tired, go to sleep. Abdessamad, take your wife to your room. It's all clean, you just grab covers from the drawers." She exclaimed, rubbing your forearm gently as you nodded. You got up to follow abde who grabbed the luggage and mumbled a good night to them.
Abde's room was quite big with the king size bed that was centered. You hurried, oppening the windows to aerate the room since it was suffocated. You felt abde's arms snuck around your waist, his chin upon your shoulder, planting soft kisses on your neck. You leaned at his touch, enjoying the peaceful yet loud moment. You turned aroud so now you were facing him, wrapped your arms around his neck and they hugged long enough to hear each other's breathing. After a while, you separated the embrace earning a whine from him which made giggle.
" You ruined my parade" He accused childishly.
" Awa3di yana, I'm not going anywhere babe. Just wanted to change my clothes i'm exhausted. And you should do the same" You suggested, already openning your suitcase and grabbed a random sleepwear, doing the same for Abde who just smiled at how thoughtful you were, small gestures mean a lot for him.
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The sun poured through the window causing you to wake up, you oppened your eyes to the unfamiliar ceiling then you switched your gaze from the roof to the warm bundle that was snuggled against your beating chest, his legs were caging yours, the same for his arms. He was a real Koala! And you weren't complaining. You tried getting up without waking up Abdessamad but you failed cause he jolted awake. You pitied him as he looked so tired so you patted his lower back gently and whispering " Just comeback to sleep babe." he hummed as response.
After doing your morning routine, you joined abde's mom in the kitchen, she was busy preparing el msemen, its scent was in the next level, it was the scent of a moroccan morning.
"Sbah lkhir Khalti" you greeted softly, kissing her forehead. She smiled at you first but she suddenly frowned which made you confused.
"Uh Oh, you calling me khalti! I'm disappointed ! you should call me Mama." She protested sweetly, making you smile. You nodded your head " Wakha a yma"
You offered to help her but she completly refused so you just sat in the lauchroom, sipping at your moroccan mint tea and chitchating with your mother-in-law who was beyond happy for your presence. You knew Abdessamad wouldn't wake up any time sooner.
"We have a long day awaiting for us." She exclaimed while the two of you were eating, Abde's father had some errand to run. She smiled after seeing your muddled features, then she continued
" We'll go to the Hammam near. " You could help but jolt from excitement, it has been an eternity since you went there, surely you exfoliate weekly in Spain but it isn't anywhere near The traditionnal Hammam. After you finished your breakfast, you insisted on washing the dishes and you made your way back to the bedroom, entering as quiet as you can so you'll not wake up your sleeping princess, you packed what you'll need and skipped quietly.
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You were currently in your father-in-law's car, making your way back home after the never-ending hammam session. You felt like dying, the heat was too much for you to handle, your shoulders were sore from the exofoliating but nevertheless you felt fresh. You made your way to the house, meeting abde who was laying down in the living room and scrolling through his phone.As soon as he acknowledged your oresence he droped the phone and made his way towards you, the smile creeping to his face when he noticed your state. Your cheeks were rosy, it is ’serr dyal lhammam’, your hair was hidden under the 'zif Hayati', you were wearing an simple navy blue Caftan. His eyes traveled aroud your apparence and he loved what he was seeing. He came closer and planted a gentle kiss on your forehead, his hand between your shoulder and you couldn't feel more appreciated.
"Bseha ya omri" you smiled at his whisper but you made some distance between the two of you when you heard footsteps approaching. Abde giggled at you as you smiled sheepishly, you left the scene , heading to your room to put your things away and the next destination was the kitchen cause you thought some mint tea would be cool to serve at the moment, plus it would freshen you up. A while after, you were heading to the living room, holding a silver tray full of teapotand its glass cups.
" Lah irdi 3lik ya bnti, you shouldn't have done that you're my guest"
" Rbi ikhlik lili a yma, it's not a big deal!" You smiled as you started serving the tea, then you sat next to your husband who was beaming proudly.
" Abdessamad, Wallah if i ever found out you're giving here a hard time I'll disown you." your mother-in-law spoke firmly, subsequently she started giggling when she saw her son's offended featues, then she switched her her gaze to you and resumed " If anything happens you just call me and you'll see" you nodded firmly, looking at abde from the corner of your eyes who scoffed.
Your parents in law started chatting when your husband took it as an occasion. He leaned closer to you, fingers flicking at your earring.
"Babe you're driving me nuts. I missed you." You knew exaclty what he meant but you just decided to pull your dumb card, since his parents were literally in front of you.
" How can you miss me when i'm sitting next to you babe?" you responded, and had some troubles holding your laugh at his face.
" I missed you in bed !" he decided to play along, thinking he won.
" I literally slept next to you, you were clinging at me like a koala !" He shook his head, laughing unbelievably. The chitchat was enthusiastic, the hushed town added the fun. It's like you guys disconnected from your surrounding, forgot there's two ppl in front of you.
" I missed fuck-" you didn't let him complete his obscene sentence as you pinched his thigh. " Awa3di ana hchouma, Basl !" he gave a sheepish look and you knew he wouldn't stop anytime sooner so you escaped to the kitchen claiming you'll cook lunch.
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This was requested! As you may noticed, i used the chamali slang, mine since i lived there my whole life so deal with+ plus i think it's cute <3
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hziyechdaily · 7 months
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peligrosapop · 7 months
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Abde and Barça boys 💞
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enzofernandezsgf · 8 months
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oh?
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inejschumacher · 3 months
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Tried to google if Balde is acc injured and I came across this????? The shirts are so ugly and what are those stains on Abde’s shirt why is it just him
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The whole “if he puts up a thumb instead of fours he’s worth it” came to mind but this looks so forced ajsjasjdks
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ezclubs · 9 months
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HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN THIS
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raphoupix · 14 days
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Ez Abde - Real Betis
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ziyech22 · 1 year
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fcbarcelonaa · 9 months
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Joan Gamper Trophy. 🏆
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0alanasworld0 · 9 months
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Our Allens <3
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How would our boys react to the Barbie Movie?
Warnings: none
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♡ Yassine ♡
I imagine that out of the two of you he’d be the first to see the trailer when it comes out.
Like minutes into its release, already in his Youtube recommended 
He was well beyond the age of acting like he was too cool for it
It looked fun and right up your alley
You’re busy with work and he doesn’t close your laptop but he holds his phone over it so you can watch
You’re not too happy with the interruption but he just seems so excited, practically buzzing so you take the phone.
2 minutes and 42 seconds later, you’re up on your feet and buzzing with him
He’s quick to sift through your shared closet for things to wear (before everyone else decided to do it)
He’s got some pink dress shirts so he thinks he’ll be fine but you on the other hand
He’s not impressed by the lack of variety
There’s months before the film comes out but no, you need to be prepared and NOW
Practically dragging you to the mall to look for stuff because there is NO WAY you’re going to this film underdressed
He picks a hot pink skirt and white top that he thinks you would look cute in
He’s got surprisingly good taste, let's just say that and before you even open your purse, he’s paid for it.
As the release date gets closer and closer and more trailers come out, he has a new and even more brilliant idea
All black 
“If you wanted to go to Oppenheimer instead, you could have said!”
He gasps in offence and pulls out the screen-cap that inspired him
“... also what is Oppenheimer exactly?”
“Yassine, I can’t wear a damn tiara!” “Why not?”
You end up having to wear the tiara
You spend about half an hour taking photos in the Barbie box before doing anything
He doesn’t post anything because he never posts anything but you certainly do and it gets reposted onto the Sevilla instagram because it’s just too darn cute
He cries at the Billie Eilish bit but gets over it quickly so you can jam to the Ice Spice remix together
“I promise you that I’m more of an Allen than a Ken, Angel. I would never believe in patriarchy! And I hate horses!” “...” “Okay I don’t hate horses but you get the idea!”
“So do you want to watch oppenheimer?” “Angel, I still don’t know what that is if I’m being completely honest.”
He thought that Barbenheimer was just a cool reference to how well the film was gonna do
“Why is it such a big deal that they come out at the same time? Mamma Mia and the Dark Knight also came out at the same time and no one said anything about that!”
You do end up watching for the sake of it but he’s not feeling it at all.
“Do you think that Cilian Murphy is more attractive than me?” “He could never.” 
He’s quite pleased with that answer and he gets all blushy
He ends up dragging you to the next screen to watch barbie again right after for a ‘palette cleanser’
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♡ Abde ♡
You’re definitely the one to push it in this instance
He’s young, like really young, so there is a little bit of an obsession with that macho image
Much less of it since he managed to win you over by letting it go but its still kinda there
Even with that, he may have read a couple of unflattering reviews (obviously from men) so he’s not got the best impression
It doesn’t take you long to convince him at all because the the way your eyes lit up is enough 
He loves the idea of you dressing up all cute for it, happily help you pick an outfit but when you bring up the idea of HIM matching you, he’s not so keen
“Come on! What's wrong with a bit of pink? Most designer men’s clothes have a little bit of it!” “Yeah but that's different!” “Sure (!)” 
You do manage to get his approval of one pink shirt but he’s a little bit sulky the whole way home and you give him the silent treatment for it
He respects your space but he ends up whining to his brother about it which feels like the biggest mistake when his mum overhears it; more of a blessing in disguise to be honest
“That girl puts up with so much of your nonsense and you can’t even put on a pink shirt for her Barbie thing without adding on even more nonsense? Ya Allah, forgive me I’ve raised a wannabe macho idiot for a son!”
His dad ends up overhearing as well and gets to a stern explanation
“In what world is pink girly? It’s a fucking colour, son. Any ‘man’ that associated a colour with being a girl is a west-washed little boy, you wear little necklaces and get an eyebrow slit but you draw the line at pink? I raised you better than that.”
His brother ends up chiming in too.
“Yeah man, it's a little scummy. It’s a pink shirt and two hours of your time, she used to wear that ugly yellow kit happily to matches AND she watches you play video games for way longer than that, and at least a movie might be more entertaining…”
At first he doesn’t really want to believe anything that they’ve said but he spends the evening pondering over it, only feeling more and more guilty and time passes by
“I’ll just watch it with my friends, it's fine!” but you’re obviously disappointed, he can see it written on your face and you don’t give him time to say anything as you walk away
He spends a good hour going back and forth with you about that, eventually just wrapping you up tight in his arms and apologising over and over again
“Pleeeeeeeeeeaaase take me! It’ll be fun, I swear! I’m a fun guy, am I not?” “You’ve changed your tune.”
“My parents didn’t raise a west-washed little boy, did they?” you don’t know what that means but you can’t really ask with your face pressed up against his neck.
“Should I grow out the eyebrow slit?” 
You find the strength to pull away from him with that suggestion, “YES!” 
To add to the apology, he lets you do his nails but refuses to let you push at his cuticles
Not that you need to do that anyway because his nails are beautifully shaped and you LOVED being able to paint them
He does indeed make it a fun experience when you go out for it and you get some really cute photos together
He spends a while getting photos of you in the booth on your own because you looked so damn adorable
During the film, he keeps pointing out the outfits he thinks would look good on you… so basically everything.
He’s intrigued by the giant fur coat but you immediately put a stop to that
“But look! it's so-” “Ugly! Looks like a freshly killed polar bear rug!”
By the end of the movie, you're both in tears and he gives you the biggest hug he can manage when you leave the theatre.
Its a genuine eye-opener for him
“I’m such a Ken, anjo!”
It's his awakening: he didn’t really like acting all hard and cool anyway and now he had a better understanding of just how dumb that mentality was.
Constantly talking about “boyfriend-girlfriend” things
You didn’t mind but you wished he would stop referring to it as that because you wanted him in all his glory and you didn’t need to be laughing in the middle of it.
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♡ Hakim ♡
Its a cute little moment where you swap phones to show each other the trailers
He’s definitely more intrigued by Oppenheimer but he’s happy to watch barbie with you
Of course, so long as you watch Oppenheimer with him
Like Yassine, well beyond acting too cool for a movie and the colour pink
Your outfits match and are a mix of pink and black so you can really get into the spirit of the occasion
You match clothes quite often but it still makes him smile when you get excited and scan over the outfits
He honestly just liked doing stuff with you and vice versa
He’s not really bothered by what anyone thinks of him anymore
You watch Oppenheimer first and he can’t help but point out the things he told you about when he explained the movie to you
He has some of his own critiques and gripes too
He’s not impressed when he sees the American flag nor is he happy with the nudity but he’s okay with the film, overall.
Surprisingly enough, he was actually quite excited for barbie. 
You had explained every little detail from the trailers and the underlying themes and easter eggs and he supposed that at least 1 live adaptation was ready to be faithful
You’re the more energetic watcher while he’s just extremely focused
Like his eyes don’t leave the screen once, he looks to be in deep thought
Although there is some palpable shock when Barbie is called a fascist
You’re worried when he hasn’t said anything by the end of the film, fearing that he was gonna be one of those
“Men really suck, huh?” 
Big relief and you agree with a laugh
You spend ages talking about the little intricacies in the movies and the deeper messages, from when you get back into the car and well into the evening
He does post a little thing on his story: a blurry photo of the two of you
His brothers do tease him a little bit but they’d all watched it with their partners too and they were all in agreement: it was fantastic
They acted cool and stoic critics about it on the outside but the excitement on the inside was still evident
You pointed out one of the dresses from the movie that you loved, thinking he wasn’t paying attention but alas
He goes above and beyond to find a replica and eventually just settles on a tailor to make you a custom one
He has your measurements because he’s bought plenty of custom pieces for you already and he wouldn’t stand for anything less than perfection
If he was picky for himself, imagine how h would be for the love of his life
He gets a little slap-happy with it and ends up ordering like 4 custom outfits for you instead of one
He wondered about whether he should save them for special occasions but he concluded that he just couldn’t wait
I imagine you coming back from a long day at work and the outfits are laid out, in their garment bags 
You assume that he maybe got himself some new jackets or something because that's pretty common for him
When you unzip the bags and obviously you’re surprised
“Do you like them?” “I mean yeah but… what?”
He can’t wait for you to process anything and he’s hurrying you to try it all on
Obviously you look absolutely stunning and the way he’s looking at you has you all nervous: partly because he always just looked at you like you hung the moon and stars but also you were slightly concerned that he was seconds away from tearing it off you
“Oh god, you’re such a barbie…” he knows exactly how big of a compliment that is, your beloved allen
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♡ Nayef ♡
He definitely isn’t at Yassine and Hakim’s point where image isn’t that big of a deal but he’s an absolute sweetheart
Genuinely so positive and joyful, in that sense there’s a unique maturity about him
You call him over to watch the trailer with you and he doesn’t really understand but matches your excitement when you point out the little details
I feel like he would be doing a lot of his own research too, those youtube videos of people analysing the trailer frame-by-frame become his new obsession
I imagine he’d be getting into a lot of arguments on his burner twitter account with the bitter men trying to tear it down
He doesn’t care at all, he’s going to see barbie with you the first chance he gets and he’s going to find a matching outfit somewhere
You assumed he’d just find a pink shirt but no, he spends ages sifting through the internet for a ken inspired outfit that he could replicate and a barbie outfit for you, pink would not suffice on its own, you were gonna go all out with some proper references
He’s definitely the most Allen-esque of the boys, that's for sure
Proudly posts a photo of the pair of you on his story and your matching outfits with the reference on the side
He does get a lot of praise online for it for being so “brave” but he sees it as the bare minimum and doesn’t quite understand why it's such a big deal
Somehow he’s more excited than you at the theatre
And he somehow knows even more finer details than you as well, it’s kind of jarring
He LOVES the music and knows all the lyrics because he’s been listening to the album non-stop
He is in tears from America Ferrara’s beautiful speech
Constantly looking over at you like you’re a champions league trophy
The switch from emotional billie eilish to the upbeat ice spice remix is a bit of a shock but he just goes with it because at the end of the day, he’s having the time of his life with the movie
“You know I would love you no matter what, right?”
“Like you ARE extraordinary and perfect in every way but even if in some bizarro universe where you weren’t, I bet I would still be obsessed with you.”
And you fully believe him because he would drop anything and everything for you, no doubts in your mind whatsoever
I feel like he’d be so cheesy when you leave the theatre, like he’s carrying you to the car bridal style 
He would also refer to the deed as “boyfriend-girlfriend stuff” for months
He would be dragged to Oppenheimer with his friends but he comes back home too you and he looks far from impressed
“Well it certainly wasn’t Barbie, I know that much!”
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not my usual style but i just thought headcannons would be a better format since i got requests for all of them! i hope u enjoy, lovelies <3
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deluluduck227 · 10 months
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Beauty day | Ez Abde
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Warnings : none, just pure fluff
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You were sitting in the living room. Today was windy and beautiful. Abde was in the training and it was nearly the hour when he'd comeback. You just finished tidying up the house, abde was a quite messy guy, sometimes he gets on your nerves but what to do? It is the way he's used to live. You were scrolling on tik tok, suddenly a video popped up on a girl painting her nails white. You looked at your nails, it's been a while since you did nail polish, seems like it's time. You got up and rushed to your shared room, excitement washing over you, you grabbed your white nail polish and the other equipments you'll need. You made your way back to the living room. You started by shaping your nails, they weren't tall , just the average, how you liked them. Then you removed your cuticles using the nipper. Suddenly you heard the door flick and abde already made his way towards you, he pecked your lips as a greeting.
" How was your day babe ?" You asked him, voice little bit hoarse cuz like you were silent for most if the morning.
" Great, what are you doing?" he exclaimed, ruffling your hair, you smiled at his gesture as your shoved your hand in his face to show him and as a response he took your hand as kissed it on the palm.
" I'll go change my clothes, wait for me"
You hummed and resumed your work, removing cuticles was your least favorite part. It needs concentration. However, when abde cameback, he was wearing grey sweatpants and some white tees, he sat next to you while talking on the phone.
" Labas 3liha, she's busy doing here nails"
" Wa lwalida , we'll visit soon, as soon the season is finished"
You assumed it was his mother, she was so sweet with you.
" Sellem 3liha" you told him and he nodded transferring your greeting and ending the call
You couldn't help but notice his nails when he placed them on your tigh, they were ... crusty, the cuticles were long. It was the occasion to remove em even tho you hated this mission. He protested first but when you put on your strict face he was under your command. A while after, you finshed but you head was slightly hurting you. The guy wouldn't shut up whining. You then grabbed the nail polish as started painting your left hand, you put it under the nail uv lamp for about 1 minute to dry it out, you wanted to do the same for your right hand but you were clearly struggling, abde noticed so he put his phone away and offered help, your heart swooned at how thoughtful he was , you sat facing him on the sofa, your hand hovering over the palm of his, he grabbed the brush and started applying thin coats.
" Wallah if you mess it i'll kill you Abdessamad!" Yiu exclaimed, clearly jocking since he was applying the polish like a pro and it impressed you tbh. He pouted slightly, looking you in the eyes.
" This is how you treat who offered help! Nekkart lkhir"
The last remark made you laugh out loud, he was such a drama queen and you weren't complaining, you loved it.
" Alrighty, just kidding babe" you winked at him as he resumed his mission.
Minutes later, your other hands was all ready. You smiled looking at the result. White polish always suited you.
" Let me see m, luv" you switched your gaze to abde when he asked, gave him your hands to see, he smiled brightly at you, kissing your hands gently which caused some tinglings in your tummy.
" ghzalin, you're not going to polish your toe nails? Pretty please" he asked putting on his baby face which you scoffed, lightly smacking his shoulder.
" I'll just ruin them , i know" you stated, eyes boring onto his when an idea enlightened your mind " maybe you should do it since you are an expert" you exclaimed wiggling your eyebrows at him along with a mischievous smile decorating your lips.
" Gladly luv"
Abde then shifted his position, he was now sitting on the carpet facing you and crossing his legs, he put a pillow on his lap and gently placed you foot on it. He stopped his movements for a while analysing your feet, a question mark was forming itself upon his head.
" How can a feet be this size? I mean how do you walk properly without falling?" He blurted out his questions with a dumb face which lead you into some giggles, a music to his ear.
You leaned forward, cupping his face between your hands, placing a soft peck on his lips.
" No, the question is how can someone be this dumb and cute at the same time."
" No, i'm seriously talking answer me"
" Abdessamad, it's literally normal, i'm a girl after all , remember?"
He hummed shaking his head slightly "it makes sense"
"It does, now hurry up please, this position is not comfortable at all"
He started his errand, putting his full focus on the job he is committed to, you couldn't help but stare at his profile , your love for him couldn't get any warmer in your veins. Abde wasn't the same person in the media, he appeared to be a playboy, selfish and all. But in real life, he was the sweetest person to ever exist, especially around his family.
After a while he was done and pretty satisfied by the results, you kissed his cheek mumbling a thank you. He stretchd his arms and you couldn't help but stare at his biceps, i mean he was putting some extra efforts in the gym. He shifted in his position, still sitting on the carpet but his back was facing you this time, sitting between your parted legs. He throwed his head back on your lap, hands soothing in the soft skin of your legs. He groaned from the comfort he was receiving, especially when you runned your fingers through his soft thick hair, you noticed how long his hair got. You always loved his messy hair. You smiled at the idea that popped at in your head. You immediately got up, rushing to your bedroom, all under abde's confusing gaze. A minute after you came back with hairclips and a brush. He then realized what was going on inside this little head of yours.he just groaned, knowing well that he will not be able to escape his fate so he just surrendered. You sat in your previous spot, wrapping your legs around his middle. You began by sectioning his hair into two parts the you started braiding.
" Hey, you're hurting me, be gentle!!" Abde exclaimed, being the drama queen he is.
" I did ? Luv, that was my intention" you stated cheerfully and as a response he pinched your shin. You shook your head in disbelief " why would you do that? It hurts"
" Luv that was my intention" he responded sassily.
" I swear to god if it'll leave a mark you'll be dead. I'm warning you"
" Shut up and continue please i'm getting sleepy "
You decided to let it slide since he was doing you a favor already by letting you braid his hair.
A while after, you were done, the french braids you were planning in your mind wasn't the same on his head. It was all messy and the hair was escaping the braids. Nevertheless, it looked cute. " Turn around babe" he did as you commanded and you couldn't help but coo at how adorable he looked.
" Jiti fniwn al3ayl" he giggled at your comment, grabbing his phone to see his reflection in the front camera only to brust into laugh which you joined him.
You grabbed your phone to take some pics of him, for the sake of memories !
You squeezed his cheeks with one hand so his lips would look pouty, it was funny one. You both fit into giggles, and after a while he put his head on your tigh, yawning, he looked so tired and drained of energy. Your heart clenched for him , poor guy was tired, yet he didn't complain and let you did whatever your heart pleased. You flicked his cheek, drawing his attention to you.
"Hey babe, let's go to bed and cuddle? Hmm? " You whispered, smiling at the way he kissed your thigh,sign of approval and you guys made your way to your bedroom.
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Labas 3liha : She's okay
Sellem 3liha : send her my regards
Lwalida: mother
Wallah: i swear to god
Nekkart lkhir: an expression to describe someone who ignores all the good things you've given him, selfish? Idk
Ghzalin: beautiful
Jiti fniwn : you look adorable
Al3ayl: It means boy, it's a word used in the north of morocco, a chamali dialect
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peligrosapop · 8 months
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Que nadie me toque a Abde, que a él lo quiero en mi equipo.
No one fucking dare touch Abde, I want him on my team.
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sevynchaos · 1 year
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Morocco NT during the parade 🫶🏽
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enzofernandezsgf · 9 months
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this changed the trajectory of my life
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