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dumbseee · 3 months

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prince charming.

in which, i tell you the story of how you met yassine bono.

yassine bono (bounou) x reader.

note: this will flop since he’s criminally underrated, give my boi some love too. i love him so much i HAD to write something for him <3

you met him at a wedding. he was invited since he was in the same football team as the groom, and you were invited because the bride was your best friend since childhood. going to that wedding, you surely never thought that you’d meet the love of your life there, dressed in this beautiful navy suit, his signature smile plastered on his face at all time. you immediately noticed him, how could you not? he was insanely gorgeous but also a giant next to anyone so it was hard to not notice him.

you found him extremely attractive and your friends also agreed on that and tried to get his attention. but he gently turned them down, thanking them for the compliments and sending them away with a curt smile. when you saw that, you immediately lost hope and chose to not go to talk to him. if he rejected all your beautiful friends, why would he talk to you? of course, you were as beautiful as your friends and people were naturally drawn to you because of your sweet persona and natural charm. but it was hard to fight back all those voices in your head, telling you that he was way out of your league.

you pushed all those negative thoughts and still enjoyed your night, it was your best friend’s wedding after all. and you had a blast, you were so happy for the couple. you even had some eye contacts with yassine. midnight came and you decided that it was time for you to go home, as you were walking to the parking lot to call a taxi, you tripped over literally nothing and scratched your knee pretty badly and also broke your right shoe.

"fuck! that hurts…" you mumbled to yourself, trying to get up but failing miserably. you were so focused on cursing at yourself that you didn’t notice the very tall and handsome man standing next to you. "are you okay?" yassine asked you, kneeling in front of you, face torn with worry. you didn’t even respond to him, too surprised to have your "crush" talk to you and be so close to your face. you also mentally cringed when you realised that he probably saw you fall miserably to the ground. "you’re bleeding. is your ankle okay? can you walk?" he asked again, his fingers brushing against your ankle, making you shiver. you failed miserably at answering him again, which made you slap yourself mentally again because what was wrong with you?

yassine smiled to you and turned around so his back was now facing you. you frowned, not understanding what he was trying to do. "get on my back, i’ll carry you." he tapped his shoulder, of course he was still smiling. "no, don’t worry i can walk!" you immediately stood up, almost loosing your balance because of how fast you got up. yassine also stood up, you could see on his face that he wasn’t buying it, he had his arms crossed and that damn smile on his face. you tried to walk but almost made contact with the pavement again, yassine catching you with his arm. he put his second arm under your legs and carried you, holding your broken shoe in his left hand. "you didn’t need to do that, you know." you were so ashamed of yourself, but would lie if you said that you didn’t enjoy that moment. "i know, but i wanted to. and i wasn’t going to let you alone and injured in the dark." yassine stopped in front of a black sport car, he gently put you down and opened the car, he opened the passenger seat and helped you sit inside.

long story short, yassine drove you home and secretly kept your broken shoe, because he wanted you to reach out to him so he could see you again. you got his number through your best friend’s husband and immediately texted him. you invited him for dinner at your place and he came with your now fixed shoe. sooner than later, you two became a couple and you couldn’t dream for a better boyfriend than yassine bono. he treated you like the princess you were, showering you with gifts and kisses every time he’d comeback from practice or a game. even if his team lost, he’d comeback to you with his huge smile and collapse on top of you on the couch. "you’re sweating." you said, almost choking under him. "liar. i took a shower." you laughed before he started to tickle you, making you almost die from laughter. he knew how much you hated tickles, but he loved the sound of your laughter and after a bad game, he needed to hear his favourite melody.

yassine was grateful to have you in his life, everyday he’d thank god to have had him play in the same team of your best friend’s future husband, so you two could attend their wedding and meet. yassine was a gentleman, always opening the door for you, always buying you flowers on your first day of period because he saw how painful those were for you, always cooking your favourite meal when he felt like you needed it. when he was away for work, yassine would always facetime you, even after tiring days, he’d never miss your call, or else he’d have a hard time sleeping well.

yassine was the sweetest human being you’ve ever met and you thanked god every day for making you fall in front of him at that wedding.

#football x reader #football masterlist #football au #football #yassine bounou #yassine bono #yassine bounou x reader #yassine bounou x y/n #yassine bono x reader #morrocco #morrocan #morrocan team #yassine bounou x fluff #yassine bounou fic

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httpsdana · 1 year

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could you write an imagine about Hakim Ziyech during Ramadan they are at the family in Hakim for the end of Ramadan where he is unbearable he always comes to the kitchen to annoy his wife in front of his sisters and his mother in Hakim asking him all the time what she prepares and when she puts a meal on the table each time he grabs her in his arms and doesn't want to let her go until one of Hakim's sisters comes to save her

Clingy~Hakim Ziyech

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

I got so many Hakim request although the two ones that I wrote didn't get many likes

keep sending in your requests <3

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players/drivers I write for

ps: I did my researches and found out he has 1 sister. I'm not sure about that but we'll say he has one sister only. I also saw that he has 9 brothers? Not sure about this too but we'll ignore it.

y/n and Hakim were spending the last days of Ramadan at his family's house in the Netherlands. They have been married for a few years, but it was the first time that they spend this holy month at his parents house. It was always his parents that visited them in London

His mother was the sweetest person. She loved y/n from the bottom of her heart and made sure to make her feel at home. She tried to let y/n rest during the day, but y/n herself wanted to help in making the food they'd be eating at the end of the day

y/n always had energy, even when fasting. It felt like a normal day to her. However, Hakim was quite the opposite. He would get needy and whiny all day. So when y/n, his mother, and his sister are preapring the food, he was always in the kitchen annoying his wife

"what you doingg" he asked, walking to where his wife was standing. He watched her cut some vegtables, wondering what she's cooking

"oh I'm just cutting some vegtables for the soup" she said, not looking up from what was in front of her

"soup? what do you put other than the vegtables?" he asked, putting his arms around her waist from behind, laying his head on her shoulder, to peek over what she's cutting

"why? you plan to surprise me with some home-cooked dinner when we go back home?" she teased, knowing he can't make an egg without burning it

"oh shut up. I'm just showing some interest in what my wife is cooking" he pressed a kiss on her neck, not moving away.

"so your wife is the only one cooking now is she?" his sister said, from the other side of the kitchen.

y/n chuckled and looked up at her husband.

"well her food is definitely better than yours" he stuck his tongue out at his sister, like the little child he becomes while fasting

"is it now? Is better than mama's though?" she teased, knowing he won't answer that

He huffed and kissed his wife's head, before walking out of the kitchen

They all laughed at his childish behaviour.

"Is he this whiny the whole time?" his mother asked, moving to grab a plate from the cupboard next to y/n

She shrugged with a smile at the thought of her husband

"He usually comes home from training and sleeps till its time for Iftar. But when he has a day off he would get a little bit annoying. Nothing I can't handle though" she helped her by getting her the plate she needed

Just as she handed her the plate, Hakim walked into the kitchen again. He walked straight to his wife. He pulled her away from his mother and scooped her in his arms.

She tried to get out of his embrace, which caused him to tighten his grip around her waist

"what's wrong?" y/n asked, scratching the back of his head with her nails

He hummed in satisfaction burying his head in her neck

"I just miss you so much" his muffled voice said, making his sister chuckle

y/n smiled and pressed a kiss on the side of his head, before removing his head from her neck. He whined and tried putting it in her neck again

"Hakim. leave your wife alone" his sister warned.

He shook his head and tightened his grip more, making it impossible to slip out of his arms

His sister laughed and grabbed y/n's hand, trying to pull her away from him. He slapped his sister's hand away and turned around so his back was to his sister and his wife was still buried in his arms.

His sister came from from y/n and pulled her quickly away from Hakim, placing her behind her

Hakim groaned and tried grabbing his wife, in which his sister only blocked his way

"you go and I'll follow you when I'm done yeah?" y/n laughed slightly at his annoyed face

He let out a sigh but nodded nonetheless. She kissed his cheek and ushered him out of the kitchen

#football #football blurb #football imagine #football one shot #football x reader #footballer imagine #hakim ziyech x you #hakim ziyech x reader #hakim ziyech one shot #hakim ziyech imagine #hakim ziyech x y/n #hakim ziyech #chelsea fc #chelsea football team #chelsea #ramadan #muslim #netherlands #morrocco

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blkforester · 6 months

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Black Italian stud checking into his Moroccan hotel

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danewsea · 3 months

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... myMagicMoment 🌿

Martyn Torren

Marrocos

#surf #style #as i am #addiction #life #home #morrocan #morrocco #morroco #marrocos

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lottiesticklishpickle · 10 months

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y/nhakimiofficial

Liked by yosoy8a and 1,233,075 others

y/nhakamiofficial creating memories with the ones I love most🛥️🩷

k.mbappe You two have such a lovely family 🫶🏽😚

y/nsluver TELL UR MAN TO COME TO MADRID😈

achrafhakimi @y/nsluver 😅

#achraf hakimi #Hakimi #football #soccer #football imagines #futbol #neymar #football blurb #morrocco #psg #mbappe #social media au #africa #self insert #real madrid #madrid spain #spain

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photos-of-everyday-life · 9 months

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At home.

Fès, 2023.

#photographers on tumblr #original photographers #street photography #street #travel #film photography #analog #analogue #cute cats #kittyposting #pussers #cats #cats of Morocco #morocco #morrocco #moroccan architecture #tile floor #tile work

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wait-for-october · 2 years

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I had a lot of fun learning the radial symmetry function to create the plate pattern. Full plate under the cut!

#art #illustration #procreate #lemons #plate #floral #pattern #minimalist #meditteranean #morrocco #decor

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patternsandprints · 5 months

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collage by Laurent Desgrange

Available HERE

#morrocan #morrocco #collage #illustration

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zoe248 · 8 months

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Trilobite of the Day 58

Basseiarges mellishae (Corbacho & López-Soriano, 2013) Middle Devonian, Eifelian Jorf, Tafilalt Region, Morocco largest trilobite is 3 cm

#posting #trans paleontologist #trilobites #paleontology #trilobite of the day #trilobite #invertebrate paleontology #fossils #Morrocco

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fr0ggs · 3 months

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reposting and editing my ceasefire call script because it got taken down. don't lose traction now, none of this is over.

"Hello, *my name is [your name]. I am a constituent of [congressperson], and I am calling to inform you about the numerous genocides happening worldwide. At this point in time, you are likely already aware of the genocide of Palestinian and Ukranian people, but there are many more genocides happening in the world, and the overlooking of such happenings, while innocents continue to suffer, must end.

Currently, Congolese, Armenian, Tigrayan, Yemeni, Guatemalan, Rohingya, Haitian, Native American, Kashmiri, Kurd, Sudanese, Ukrainian, Palestinian, Argentinian, Afghan, Moroccan, Libyan, Syrian, Lebanese, West Papuan, Cameroonian, Burmese, Uyghurs, Iraqi, Somali, Hawai’ian, Puerto Rican, Senegalese, Kenyan, Ethiopian, Cuban and many more people are experiencing genocide (or close risk of it, according to genocidewatch.com), along with ethnic cleansing, displacement, restrictions on living necessities, and the like. Also currently, the United States government continues to be not only complicit, but supportive of these attacks out of ignorance and selfish benefit.

In order to maintain current support, it is dire that you take action on the side of the people. Please do research on each and take a look into doing whatever possible to save the innocent people around the world from living a life of constant abuse and murder.

Some things you can do, for example, include:

- Calling for (or implementing):

The appointment of special envoys

A reversal of the funding cuts to UNRWA

An increase in funding to and the development of NGOs providing humanitarian aid

A permanent and immediate ceasefire for relevant locations (such as Gaza)

- Voting NO on the supplemental funding package to send more weapons to Israel (if you are in the position to do so)

Thank you for your time. I trust that you will do what you would want other countries to do for us."

*before adding your name, check to see if your congressperson requires it. if not, dont give more information than required.

im going off of whats required in email forms for my congresspeople, but im not entirely sure if thats a good way to do it, so feel free to add if you have a better way, mainly for being able to know without having to ask directly, since i and others are calling while out of hours.

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artsydecay · 1 year

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beautiful designs 💐

#morrocco #morrocan #india #pastel #colours #colores #pasteles #architecture #colourful #presets #rosa #celeste #amarillo

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dumbseee · 8 months

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the silence from formula one drivers about what’s happening in morrocco is truly pissing me off and breaking my heart. i think i only saw esteban, lewis and charlotte sine (i know she’s just an ex-wag but still) talk about it (correct me if i’m wrong tho).

as a morroccan who saw her hometown being destroyed i really expected my favorite athletes to show some support or at least share the multiples fundraisers that are up (like charlotte simply did).

some people are going to say that i’m reaching or that these men don’t owe us anything, but i can’t help but feel disappointed.

tbh i don’t even want to continue to write about them so i might take a break.

#formula 1 #formula one #morrocco

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httpsdana · 1 year

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Nikah and first hug with Hakim Ziyech (if you are muslim and know what I mean 😭)

Our First~Hakim Ziyech

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

you have no idea how happy this request made me. anyways I don't know a lot about nikah but I tried my best. this is super short sorry

keep sending in your requests <3

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

players/drivers I write for

Read this to understand: Nikah literally means conjunction or uniting. In the Islamic legal system, it implies a marriage contract in the presence of a minimum of two males. So its basically a Muslim marriage

In Muslim cultures, there isn't supposed to be any physical contact between a man and a woman before marriage. Now, all Hakim and y/n had to say was 'I accept' three times, and signs their contract, before they would be able to hug each other, for the first time in the 2 years they've been talking and seeing each other

(idk what they ask please bare with me)

"do you accept?" the imam asked y/n

"I accept" she said with no hesitation

After saying it three time it was Hakim's turn

"do you accept?"

"I accept" also without hesitation Hakim answered

Both of them signed their contract, and they were then announced as husband and wife.

Veeryone around them cheered, as y/n's mother ushered her to hug, her now husband

Hakim got up from his seat, opening his arms, before y/n placed herself inside his arms. She felt herself melt into his arms, as he placed them around her waist, while she wrapped hers around his neck.

"oh how long I've waited to hold you in my arms" he mumbled into her ear, making her tighten her grip around him

His scent was intoxicating, making her want to hold him forever.

Her eyes started tearing up, realizing that she just married the love of her life

"I love you Hakim" she mumbled into his neck

He pulled away and pressed a kiss on her forehead, before he rested his forehead on hers

"I love you more darling" he whispered back