#tchouameni imagines

[bahrtofane]

helloo can we have dialogue 9, trope 20 with tchouameni pleasee🫂

- "Stay, please?" - two idiots pinning and not realizing the other is just as in love

word count - 700+

watch it - sleepy eepy silly lovers

I luv him sm yall 

You get a call at 3 in the morning. At first you think it's an alarm so you slap your phone a few times before fumbling around for your charger, sticking your face in your pillow and drifting away. 

Then you get another call, and this time you clock that it's not an alarm but your dearest friend who's decided blowing up your phone is much better than letting you get any rest. It's Friday and you'll give him a pass. (Aurélien gets any and every pass in your book but he doesn't need to know all that).

You answer, of course you do. Voice hoarse as you sit up, slouching against your pillow while you rub the sleep out of your eyes.

“Mind if you open the door.” he mumbles after a rushed greeting. 

You squint,”what?”

“Your door, can you come and open it.” he repeats again. Slower. 

“Where are you?” you yawn.

“Outside, I got you things from Germany and they're really perishable and supposed to be refrigerated and I won't be able to so I thought I'd stop by. Sorry it's so late.” he breathes into his phone.

“No it's okay,” you stumble out of your bed and feed for your slippers in the dark, padding around your apartment phone wedged between your shoulder and your ear. 

He stays on the line, even if he's a few feet away. Not hanging up til he’s greeted by a very puffy eyed you in your pjs still fighting sleep. 

He thinks you're beautiful like this. Warm and soft, exactly how you make him feel. In full honesty he could have kept the assortment of treats with him. His hotel probably has a mini fridge. But he wanted to see you. He knows both of you will get busy again. He'd rather not waste any chances. So here he is, standing in your door frame, sleek black carry-on suitcase in hand and a bag just for you in the other.

You use him inside, flicking on a light and taking his baggage. He tries to fight you but you only whine, wheeling it away from him and up against the wall.

“Tea?” you croak.

He giggles, “no it's okay,” he hands you the tote,” this is for you, i should get going.”

“No wait,” you rub your eyes, “it's late. Stay please?”

His resolve soon crumbles as you take him by the hand, leading him further into your home. To you its second nature. Not a second thought as you dig in your closet for a spare pair of slipper. 

“I have pjs for you somewhere, “ you mumble. 

“No no,” he waves his hands,”its okay i have my own.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

You hum, padding along to get your room in order.

When you come back you see him in his pjs trying to settled on your couch and you frown, “no no you're sleeping in a proper bed get up.”

“It's your house.”

“And?”

“No i'll take the couch you have one bed i can-”

You shut him up with a tug to his sleeve, dragging him to your room. You turn your lamp on and slide in, motioning for him to follow. Friends share beds right? You would have offered if it wasn't him, and he wouldn't have accepted if it wasn't you. 

Maybe it's due to it being so late, to the jet lag, to you just being woken up. Or maybe it's because he feels so safe with you, so at home. And you feel so comfortable, and it feels so right when he slides in next to you, curling his hand around his face and resting his head against your pillow.

You've dreamt about this a million times. But you're too drowsy to be able to truly take it in. 

It's okay, the way Aurélien stares at you wide eyed admiring you makes up for it. He feels too excited to sleep but forces his eyes shut, turning the other way, and taking a deep breath to calm down.

You don't know this now but come morning you'll be pressed up against each other legs tangled and far too embarrassed to bring anything up. You hope he comes by again, maybe at a more reasonable hour next time so you can properly remember it. 

[lewisvinga]

football masterlist

jude bellingham

vinicius jr

rodrygo goes

aurelien tchouameni

kylian mbappé

trent alexander arnold

neymar jr

richarlison de andrade

lucas paquetá

pablo gavi

pedri

alejandro balde

joão felix

sergio ramos

diego lainez

kevin alvarez

[luvsfootball]

failed date - aurelien tchouameni.

requested by - anon.

request - hi, can u write for aurelien tchouameni pls. no one has ever written anything for him. 🙁

“he what?”

you were back from another failed date, arriving back to your shared apartment with aurelien feeling rather gloomy.

but after two glasses of red wine, he was making the situation seem a lot funnier than it was.

“he tried to pay with a coupon that was one year out of date,” you snorted, pulling your knees up to your chest to carry on painting your toenails.

aurelien sighed as he took the nail varnish off you, grabbing your foot and opening the lid. “you could have called me. i would have picked you up.”

it was true that you didn’t want your date to drop you off home, but he insisted. he didn’t try anything in the car other than talking about how ‘sexy’ you looked. you were greatful you lived in apartment blocks otherwise he would know your actual address.

“it wasn’t the worst date i’ve been on. do you remember elio?”

aurelien laughed at the distant memory of the guy who had ditched you in the middle of nowhere because his girlfriend had called because she was in labour.

when the laughter died down and aurelien had finished painting your nails, he frowned when he noticed the look on your face.

“what is it, anjo?” aurelien grabbed your hand and rubbed circles on your skin, eyes wide as he tried to meet yours. “is there something about me?”

“no, no. you’re perfect. it’s them that have the problems, not you.”

he knew that if he was the one taking you on a date, you’d be treated like royalty.

the pair of you had been friends since children but you had moved to madrid for work as a nurse for the real madrid team.

when aurelien told you of his transfer, you were over the moon and he was the one that suggested the idea of moving in together.

you agreed. rent was a lot cheaper when there was two people paying and there would always be someone there to talk to.

but the thing with aurelien was that he didn’t want to be just a friend you came home to after a long day. he wanted to be more than that. someone you shared a bed with and shared a toothbrush holder with.

and you were the same.

the reason you were going on so many dates recently was because you were trying to fill the hole in your heart.

it only wanted aurelien, no body else.

“thanks. for always being there.”

aurelien softly smiled at you, holding his arms out for you. you settled down onto his chest, closing your eyes and letting yourself fall asleep.

+

aurelien knew he had to tell you one way or another. but he was so nervous.

all day he had been stuttering over his words, so much that you thought he had developed a speech problem overnight.

you both ate dinner together, and even though you were rather chatty, aurelien wasn’t being his usual goofy self.

“aurelien? what’s wrong? you’ve been acting weird all day,” you murmured, placing your hand on top of his.

he pulled away almost automatically and ran it through his hair, blinking rapidly. “i-i don’t know.”

“come on, you can tell me anything,” you frowned when he refused to make eye contact with you and you could also see his chest rising and falling at a fast pace.

“do you remember when we were kids? i told everyone that one day i was going to marry you.”

the fond memory came to mind and you giggled at the image of a young aurelien down on one knee in front of everyone in the playground.

“how can i forget that?”

aurelien felt his stomach tighten and the sudden urge to be sick came over him. it was no or never and he needed to calm down.

with a deep breath, he stuttered over his words, “i want that to be a reality. not just some memory in a playground, i want it to be the best memory of your life. but the real thing, not the fake thing from when we were kids.”

you looked at him like he had two heads. “you want us to get married?”

“no, no,” he repeated firmly, “not yet, anyway.” he didn’t break eye contact, breath shortening as he finally let out the thing that had been weighing him down for months.

“it’s you. it’s always been you. i am so very in love with you and i don’t think i can stop.”

you stared at him in disbelief. the thing you had been wanting to say for a while had come out of his mouth, which you never expected in a million years.

he grabbed your hips with his hands, sighing as he muttered, “i just want you. every single bit of you.”

“you’ve got me, aurelien. i love you too.”

aurelien smiled at you and suddenly everything felt so much better.

you were his now and he was your’s.

[certainsaturn]

Real Madrid youngsters HP! AU

Vini Jr. in HP! au who tends to get into fights. Always invited to parties (especially after his quidditch team lost). Plays as a seeker in the team. Always sneaking out after curfew just to slack around. Only got caught one time by Filch because the portraits snitched. He ran away from punishment(which is to accompany Hagrid into the Forbidden Forest) and hid in the girls bathroom where he met Moaning Myrtle for the first time. She gave him the ick with all the giggling and pestering questions so he just went back to Hagrid. Secretly likes Divination. He only took it because Rodrygo asks him to. Will never admit it out loud. He can’t say no to his good friend. He met Rodrygo on the train during their first enrolment into Hogwarts. He ate a lot of liquorice wands and puked on some random girl. Rodrygo helped him out. Became friends with him eversince.

Rodrygo in HP! au is very kind towards the professors. He dislikes Snape teaching methods though. Herbology is his favorite subject. A lot of 1st years admires him. When Vini causes trouble he will always have to pull him out. He respects the house elves and will personally go the kitchens to thank them for the wonderful meal. During his first year where he has to handle Mandrakes, he is the only one abled to do the steps properly. During Charms he is partnered up with Jude and Vini. Got his arm broken because Jude used Wingardium Laviosa on him and made him fall from the ceiling, unintentionally. Forgave Jude and became friends with him cause he don't hold grudges. (He is aware that Jude is well known so he'll just use the advantage to be friends with him). When it comes to dueling he is one of the best probably after Aurelien. Has wide knowledge on hexes and jinxes. Even poltergeist don't want to mess with him.

Aurelien Tchouameni in HP! au is a moozologist(?) wannabe. He loves his dog so much he sneaks him to school during his 4th year. Got caught by Ms. Norris after 2 days. Despises Snape. Top student in his classes. A beater in the quidditch team. Begs Hagrid to give him 1 to 1 lessons on Care of Magical Creatures so he can be one step ahead of everyone else. People call him crazy for wanting to train a Zouwu(?). Destroyed his Nimbus 2000 which he bought using his own money when he went on a solo adventure at 4th year to find Dragons. He didn't think he'll find one...but he did and it ended terribly. Sneaks around at night with the gang and deliberately get caught so they all can attend the lesson. The gang gave him silent treatment for not telling them about this earlier but they all end up liking it after a while. Met Newt Scamander once and got his book signed and has bragged to everyone about it. He talks a lot and do analysis on people that he wants to be friends with. He often get discounts when going to shops at Diagon Alley and Hogsmade.

Jude Bellingham in HP! au is Hogwarts’s heartthrob. In his 6th year he got almost got spiked with a love potion. If it wasn’t for Aurelien to stop him from drinking the drink. Transfiguration is his biggest enemy. He learned to be an animagus and ended up getting a badger as his animagus. Hates the whole subject for that. Got hundreds of love letters and items laced with love potions or jinxed sent to him daily. An ace student in DADA, so he has no problems in handling those items. Talks loudly when he gets excited (Snape overhears him everytime and will smack his head). The fat friar will hold him long enough from entering the dorms to flirt with him. Crashes in other houses dorms because of this. Failing herbology and even Rodrygo can't help him. Wants to be an Auror after he graduates. But he is unsure now because he doesn't want to continue taking potions after O.W.L.s

Eduardo Camavinga in HP! au is the friendliest guy in Hogwarts. McGonagall's favorite student despite being a troublemaker. The potraits love it when he walks by talking loudly because his stories are all interesting to them. He is clumsy at potions, always got the ingredients mixed up. But his best friend Aurelien is there to help him. Caused the school to flood one time after using the wrong jinx. McGonagall punished him to clean the owlery without the use of magic. Found the room of requirement when he was running away from Filch after harmlessly pranking him. He thinks its a prank and got scared so he never go near that corridor again. Surprisingly got asked out to the yule ball from the Beauxbaton girls. Quidditch commentator. Very biased with his team too. His boggart is his little brother getting hurt from his pranks. The advantage of being McGonagall's favorite has turned him into a Transfiguration facilitator to the group. He once cloned himself to 12s of him...just to mess around with people. The group respects him for that.

i hope yall like this. im pretty satisfied with myself after writing this. the headcanons came from my pure imagination. also got inspired by @g-xix 's amp X harry potter headcanons so i decided to make my own for the boys.

©certainsaturn2024

[tchouamenii]

aurelien tchouameni with a goal on his birthday🎁

[germanapples]

We’re gonna need God, 2 Starbucks employees, and some WD-40 to get it done

It’s not gonna happen but one could dream, dream infinitely fs like no way at all and it’s fine

[pedriball]

tchouameni breaking the press backdrop and a CAMERA after the match is just ridiculous. such unprofessional behaviour and really can’t be justified. bad calls are made in football all the time, this is not how to deal with it…

[gabigabigabby]

hi can you do where jude tells the reader he’s leaving for madrid soon and she gets upset that he’s leaving so she tries to live their last days together to the fullest

madrid is waiting | j. bellingham

jude bellingham x fem!reader

a/n: so happy that jude has signed w real madrid! his run at dortmund was beautiful <3 can't wait to see what the future holds for him. this is a little bit short too, i haven't mastered the jude bellingham fics yet. enjoy! ⭐️

synopsis: jude announces to you that he'll be leaving for madrid in a week

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you hate when jude had to sit you down because he had something to tell you. you hated it so badly. at the same time, you loved listening to him talk.

"babe, i just want you to know that it hurts me just as much to have to break it to you." jude begins. lucky for him, you already what he's talking about.

"you're going to real madrid." you admit, but you did it with a smile on your face. because you really were happy for him, and you'd do everything in your power to be there with him.

"yeah," jude says. "and i know that you applied to school here at dortmund and you can't appeal for online school instead. you know how much i want you there with me in madrid."

your eyebrows pull together. "of course, jb. but i get it. i mean, let's be honest here, you put your career and me on the scale..." you hold out your hands in front of him; one stood for his career and the other for you, you let your left hand drop to your legs. "your career is way more important, jude."

"i don't even want to think about that." jude shakes his head, burying his face in his hands.

"so don't think about it," you decide. "we are just going to spend these last few days i have with you. and we're going to spend it to our fullest."

after a couple minutes of silence, jude finally comes up with a decision. "we're going to a theme park."

"okay."

tickets were booked that very same day, and the next day, you and jude were in the car driving over to a theme park in dortmund. you immersed yourself in every moment with him. you made sure you were touching him, no matter where you were. his hand would always be in yours, on the ride queues, he'd always have you in his arms. doesn't really matter what you two were talking about, you were always talking.

at the end of the night, jude drove the two of you over to mcdonald's, sat in the car and ate till you can't eat.

the next day, you and jude spent the day café-hopping all around dortmund. you drank a lot of coffee, he ate a lot of croissants. by the end of the day, you both were delirious. you didn't sleep the entire night. you talked about anything and everything. you didn't complain, though. you knew you were gonna miss these late night talks when he's all the way in madrid.

the last day was probably the most painful day. when you woke up, jude was already packing his suitcase. "didn't expect you'd wake up this early, babe." he says, stopping himself from packing and walking over to his side of the bed.

"no, go on." you say, attempting to push him out, hoping he'd continue packing.

"that can wait," jude shrugs it off. "what'd you wanna do today?"

"nothing. just wanna stay here. with you." you say, getting comfortable in jude's arms.

"good answer," jude hums, as you realise he was wearing his dortmund shirt. "i'm gonna miss wearing yellow, y'know."

"don't think about it, jb. think about the club you're going to play for next. real madrid is a huge deal. think about all the friends you're gonna make." you explain. you can imagine the new friendships he'll make. with vini jr, rodrygo, luka modric, aurelien tchouameni.

"madrid is a beautiful place to be, innit?" he chuckles.

"absolutely. i've been there a few times, you're gonna love it there." you smile to yourself.

"i promise you i'm always gonna fly you out there. anytime you're free, just text me." jude reminds, though you were not surprised, you knew he was going to tell you that.

"i'm actually appealing to the uni if i could move my year online. if they say yes, then—"

"you can move to madrid with me!" jude jumps off the bed. you nod your head. "aww, that is bloody fuckin' great! uni, please say yes." he's on his knees now.

"i hope they say yes too."

"i love you. okay? you can't forget that. i'll be in madrid waiting for you." jude says, getting on the bed and kneeling before you.

"i know, jb," you say, touching his face. "i'll be in madrid very soon."

[judewrld]

ultimate betrayal [kylian mbappe]

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: it’s the quarter finals of the world cup, normally you would root for your boyfriend kylian at all his games but this one is different. he’s playing against your home team,,,and your brother marcus.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: boyfriend!kylian x f!reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 1.2k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: england being sent home + saka being abused on the pitch

⏤ 𝑎/n: me personally, home team all the way.

“ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the quarter finals, please join us in welcoming france and england to the pitch!” the announcer says over the loudspeakers. the crowd erupts into cheers as both teams walk out onto the pitch with children by their side. you make eye contact with your brother marcus and send him a little smile with a thumbs up. he returns the smile before looking away.

the commentator begins to go over the lineup for both teams and you nervously survey the field to try and find your boyfriend kylian. usually, you would be all decked out in his kit screaming his name to cheer him on but today’s game is different. this would be the deciding match for who goes on to play in the semifinals before making it to the final and your boyfriend is playing against not only your home team, but your older brother as well.

kylian had made the mistake of asking you to sit in his section and wear his jersey, it was a simple request really but you took major offense. you knew how much this game meant to your brother and how much was on the line for england. it felt a little insulting that he would ask you to cheer for the enemy.

kylian, at first, didn’t understand why you were being so harsh. all he wanted was for you to cheer him on like you always did and what should have been a simple disagreement turned into a full blown argument resulting in you giving kylian the cold shoulder and silent treatment. it’s stupid, you know, but having to watch your brother constantly be bashed online for things out of his control made you a bit protective. you can only imagine the amount of hate he would receive if england loses tonight.

the crowd erupts in more cheers as the singing of the national anthems comes to a close and the game finally begins. the crowd is split evenly, half of them cheering on france and the other half booing.

the ball is placed in the center of the field and the referee blows the whistle to signify the start of kickoff. france gets possession of the ball first and makes quick work of kicking the ball down the pitch towards the goal. jude intercepts the ball and he kicks it to harry who plays the ball forward with foden and mason following him to the other side of the field. harry kicks the ball past france’s two attackers only to lose the ball to kylian who sweeps it away and starts bolting down the field. saka follows closely behind trying to kick it away but he’s pushed down forcefully by tchouameni before he kicks the ball and sends it straight into the goalkeeper's net. the ref blows the whistle and the scoreboard is updated, 1-0.

the game continues on in this fashion and before you know it it’s the final half of the game and france is in the lead, 2-1. you’re on the edge of your seat, it’s clear at this point that the ref is biased. there had been so many fouls against england but not a single one was called, saka has been kicked around almost as if he were the ball but no cards nor penalty kicks were given whereas the france team was gifted fouls left and right if an england player so much as took a step near them. 

the game is now in extra time and it’s looking rather slow for england. the ball is dropped into the center and the whistle is blown, the ball is turned over to england and maguire kicks the ball back to harry and runs forward to play defense. harry stalls for a second allowing dembele to move forward and kick the ball away from him and play it forward. jude steps up and pushes against the boys chest and steals the ball before kicking it to the other side of the field and far away from the england goal. you follow the ball with your eyes and watch it land at foden’s feet. he moves up to make a pass to mason but is forcefully pushed by a midfielder on the opposing team. you cringe when you see foden fall forward right onto his face before tumbling over and over. you expect the ref to call a foul and grant your team a free kick but the call never comes. you stand up in shock, “that’s a foul!” you shout causing other england fans to yell their agreement as well. but the referee only shakes his head and blows his whistle, “no foul. the game is still live.”

“that’s bullshit!” you curse, beyond frustrated.

you clasp your hands together and pray that england can make one more goal. england holds down their own and puts up a good defense, not allowing france to score again. you watch as england makes quick work of getting the ball down the field to france’s side once more. maguire is in possession of the ball and goes to make a pass but gets tripped by a french player.

“foul! that’s a foul!” you yell and thankfully, the ref agrees granting england one last free kick. you watch as the england team debates on who should make the goal and you smile proudly when you notice they gave it to marcus. you watch with bated breath as he does a run up before striking the ball but to your disappointment it hits the bar rather than going into the net. your eyes close and you hang your head. england has been knocked out of the world cup.

the crowd erupts in cheers for france as the team holds a group hug in the center of the field.

you want to be happy for kylian but a part of you is upset for england and your brother. choosing to be a good sport, you languidly clap for france as you look onto the pitch. kylian looks up at you with a bright smile on his face. you don’t return it.

you leave the stands to head down to the france locker room, knowing your brother would want his space and at some point you would need to congratulate your boyfriend on his win.

“mon amour!” kylian says when he enters the locker room to find you pouting. he tries to reel in his excitement, knowing this win was rather painful for you.

you slowly make your way to him and wrap your arms around his waist, “you know that i love you and i’ll always be proud of you right?” you question.

he returns your hug and hums, “of course, i love you more.”

you sigh into his chest before pulling away. “good. with that being said, you’re sleeping in the guest room indefinitely.”

kylian lets out a choked laugh, “you can’t be serious?” you huff, “i am! england deserved to win that match!” kylian doesn’t argue, he knows deep down you’re proud of him for winning just a little hurt that your home team was being sent home. “fine. let’s see how well you sleep without your personal heater beside you.”

you gasp, “wait, i take it back.”

kylian shrugs. “too late.”

[bahrtofane]

matching pjs

Aurélien is just attched to you, literally. stay the night, please?

word count - 1K+

watch it - flulff and fluff and more. loosing my mind here yall this is what a blurry vid does to me

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Aurélien has decided that communication is a thing of the past

Don't look at him like that he doesnt wanna hear it. Instead he'll just cozy up to you and trust your instincts to be able to tell what he means.

You don't have it in you to move him aside from his perch glued against you. In full honesty it's rather cute. I mean just look at him, face pressed up against your shoulder while he watches the highlights that play on the living room tv. Hes quite literally pressed up right against you to the point where you can hear every breath he takes. You don't mind, not one bit. 

You showed up not even a full 30 minutes ago, supposed to only stop by to see him before you head to your own home. But seeing as the fluffy oversized blankets have been brought out, you dont think youre going to leave anytime soon.

He shuffles from under the blanket, finding your arm and intertwining his with it, linking hands together. He uses his thumb to trace against your skin, humming softly while his eyes follow the Brazilian team in front of him. 

He hasn't said more than the greeting you got when you walked in. kicking your shoes off and stealing a pair of his slides. Your bag is somewhere, you think in the other living room. It's fine. 

He's been meaning to organize his phone layout, so he handed it over to you when you got cozy on the couch. It's what you've been doing besides giving him kisses. A sleek black and white layout fits him you think, so it's what you've chosen to chip away at.

The widgets are all done, just organizing them now. You make a picture of the both of you at the Bernabeu front and center, smiling while leaning against each other. It makes you smile, blowing air from your nose. 

He peeks over at this, and you tilt the phone. He gives you a nod, resting back on your shoulder.

You get done soon enough. Just 2 pages filled with his most used and essential apps. You've done good work. 

You slide the phone onto his lap, and he peppers the back of your neck in kisses as thanks. 

The highlights have ended now. And he slides from you just an inch to fish for the remote that's gone somewhere. He sighs, brows furrowing and heaving himself off the couch grumbling. You get up with him to help look. 

You find it nestled between two cushions, handing it to him while he gives you a soft look.  

“I think it time for me to head home now.” you sigh.

He pouts, reaching for your hands. You give them, and he gives them a gentle tug.

“I know, but it's getting late and i didnt even bring anything.”

Another pout as he comes closer, biting his lips.

Oh no no no you are not falling for this. He blinks, tilting his head. Youre so gone for him. 

“Please?” his lips part, barely a whisper.

“Fine,” you groan, bringing him for a quick peek. 

He chuckles, padding over to where it looks like dinners been sitting.

“I was um waiting for you to eat.” he scratches the back of his head.

“You should've told me chuchu.”

The nickname makes him look away and instead goes to warm the food while you take a seat at the dinner table, watching him glide around the kitchen.

“Hope you like fish.”

You shrug,”i like anything with you”

He laughs,” you're a sap today.”

“Says you mr I'm going to glue myself against me.”

He waves you off with a spatula, “youre warm what am i supposed to do.”

“Nothing. I like it. It's cute.”

He hums, “potatoes or asparagus. Or both.”

“Both.”

He nods, getting the plates out. 

You drum against the table. 

He sets two steaming plates down and scurries back over for silverware and cups. 

“There you go. “ he sits in the seat across from you, smiling.

“Thank you.”

You eat in relative silence, giggling here and there when he keeps poking leg with yours. 

You offer to do the dishes, which he refuses, but you don't care, racing to the kitchen and cleaning up while he mopes. 

“You can never just relax here huh.”

You shrug, “I want to help out sue me.”

He flicks your arm but lets you go. Going to do his rounds for the night. Feeding his dog checking the locks and cameras and what not. 

He comes back to a sparkling kitchen, food tucked away. You end up finding your bag, slinging over your shoulder while you follow him to bed. 

“I got sweats and t-shirts and pjs for you, take your pick,” he opens his closet for you.

“Don't mind if i do.”

He lets you get changed, going to the bathroom and doing his little routine. 

Your clothes are folded on a shelf in his closet when he gets back. And he's comfy cozy in his pjs. Funny enough you end up with matching pj bottoms. Classic plaid. 

He laughs, “great minds think alike.”

“They really do,” you nod.

You set your alarms for the next morning, plugging your phone in and setting it on his night stand. He mirrors you, doing a last check of his emails and texts. 

“You know the theme is really nice i like the black and white. “

You smile. “Thought you'd like it. I was thinking of all black but it suits you more like this i think.”

He hums, “gonna stay for breakfast?”

You shrug, “probably, you know i suck at saying no to you.”

‘Nah you just love me too much.”

You snort, “that too.”

You slide into bed together, tucking the covers under your chin while you sigh. Waiting for him to slide up beside you, which he does in no time. 

“Thank you for staying. Sleep well love, good night.” he gives you a soft kiss. 

“Mhm,” you mumble against his lips. “Anytime pretty boy. Love you”

You're about to have the best sleep of your life.

[rubyroses222]

the good thing is if (when) mbappe comes the team and fans wont be relying on jude to score goals, so they won’t be unhappy as long as mbappe does his job 😂 can definitely still see jude hitting double figure goals next season though as like i said he can play all of the midfield roles at once, defending and attacking. imagine how many assists he will have to with mbappe up front 👀

I also believe Mbappe can take some of the pressure away, not only from Jude but Vini as well.

yes, Jude could very well still get double figure goals next season, but he’s DEFINITELY gonna get a LOT of assists with Vini, Rodry and Mbappé up there.

However I think Judes role in midfield will always be more of an attacking role simply because Tchouameni is the better CDM - not saying Jude can’t or will not defend, just that he is a CAM and will probably play that with Fede beside him (or Cama)

Carlos will find a way that suits everybody

thank you for the ask 🤍

[luvsfootball]

injury - aurelien tchouameni.

requested by - anon.

request - hey its me the anon that asked for the aurel fic... so basically hes injured and out for two months (😭😭) can you do him and reader using that time to catch up and do couple stuff coz back then he's too busy to do allat. just giving out ideas if you dont want to write it its fine. thank you for writing for aurel tho love you sm (😭🤍🤍🤍)

“ow, ow, ow,” aurelien winced, climbing out of bed to try and make it to the kitchen. his groans of pain made you stir in bed and when you sat up, you could see the frustration in his eyes.

“baby, the doctor said you have to rest. where are you going?”

he turned at the sound of your voice and sighed as he felt completely defeated. lying back, he rested his head against the pillow as he muttered, “i wanted to make you breakfast.”

you laughed at his words and sat up, grabbing your nightgown from the bedside table. “aurelien, you’re hurt. if anything, i should be making you breakfast.”

aurelien grabbed his matching nightgown, something that he was adamant you both brought a couple months ago.

“what are you doing?”

“i want to come with you,” he replied, but you could tell just by looking at him that he was in pain. you sighed, pushing hin lightly back down onto the bed and pecking his lips. “relax, anjo.”

he rolled his eyes in a joking manner, leaving you to go and make breakfast for the two of you.

+

you knew aurelien was slowly losing his mind being in the house 24/7, so you had decided to book a trip away to france, where you both grew up.

“have you got the passports?”

“for the last time, everything’s sorted.”

aurelien picked at his fingernails as you both sat on the chairs, waiting for your flight to begin boarding. you grabbed his hand to stop him from doing the habit he had picked up ever since his injury.

“what’s wrong, anjo?”

he sighed as he looked into your eyes. “i’m just happy we’re getting to spend more time together.”

the smile on your face was wide as you rubbed circles on his skin, “i’m glad too, aurelien.”

it said your flight was boarding so you both walked up to the walkway, hand in hand as you got ready to board to france.

+

“he’s okay, i think he’s just going a bit crazy. football has been part of life forever, and well now he has to wait.”

your sister gave a sympathetic smile to you whilst aurelien kicked a ball outside with your niece. she loved aurelien and when she found out about his injury, she was bummed as well.

the pair of them always played football whilst he was back in france, so now he couldn’t keep up, she was sad.

“how’s your leg?”

“sore. that’s why i’m using this one.”

aurelien kicked the ball back to her with his okay leg, and she caught it in her hands. “do you love aunty y/n?”

he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “of course i do, mon petit champion.” she smiled at the nickname before resting on the grass with aurelien.

“are you going to marry her?”

he was taken aback. of course he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but aurelien had never really gave much thought to how you’d spend your future together.

looking at you through the glass screen, aurelien knew then and there he was going to marry you. he just wasn’t sure when.

“of course i am.”

+

the muffins were in the oven and now you were both home, things had gone fast. aurelien had been back to training but he was taking it slow.

he seemed to have cheered up a lot so you were making his favourite muffins to take with him to work tomorrow.

“they smell amazing, anjo.”

his arms wrapped around your waist from behind as he kissed your head, taking a lick of the spoon that you had used to stir the mix.

aurelien loved you like this.

all messy and worn out from doing baking.

“i was talking to cassie the other week.” at the mention of your niece you turned around, wondering now what they spoke about. “and?”

“she asked when we were going to get married.”

at the mention of marriage, you laughed a little. of course you wanted to get married and the fact your niece told him made you chuckle.

but his face fell at your laughs. “what, you don’t want to get married?”

“no, of course i do. i just can’t believe a nine year old was talking about marriage with you.”

“well that’s good, because…”

aurelien trailed off, hand feeling around his pocket to find the ring he had brought the other day. he dropped to one knee in front of you, grabbing your hand.

“aurelien, what are you doing?”

“these past couple of weeks, you’ve shown me that i want to spend the rest of my life with you. you’ve taken care of me whilst i’ve been hurt and you paid for a trip to france so i could see my family. you’re my world. my moon and stars.”

tears formed in your eyes as you looked down at him. “my knee’s kinda hurting,” he chuckled and you laughed too, pulling him up. “of course i’ll marry you. i love you too, baby.”

“let’s call cassie and tell her the good news.”

[certainsaturn]

Real Madrid youngsters HTTYD!AU

VINI JR. —MONSTROUS NIGHTMARE.

He wandered on Dragon Island alone because of a dare and went into some dragon’s cave unknowingly knowing there’s a dragon in there. Bad luck on his side, it’s a Monstrous Nightmare who was waken up by his loud ranting. Has no other way to escape unless he prove to the dragon that he is not a threat.

Somehow got the dragon’s trust but is regretting it day by day because a Monstrous Nightmare is hard to maintain . He has to apply gel on it’s body daily to keep it moisturised so it doesn’t burn itself.

He has problems in training the dragon to follow his orders. Monstrous Nightmares are stubborn (just like him) and have high egos .He almost gave up after the dragon set itself on fire while he was riding him.

Learned the trick after reading Hiccup’s dragon manual which is to give the dragon neck hugs. (He has to throw himself on the dragon’s neck). And it worked miraculously. They still argue sometimes though.

RODRYGO GOES —DEADLY NADDER.

Rodrygo would never hurt a dragon despite the traditional ways of his people. He believes that they won’t hurt him unless he hurt them first. So anytime people bring back the hunted down and tortured dragons, he will set them free after and pretend to not know anything.

But after a while of doing that, he got caught by his people and was thrown into a dragon’s cage to get eaten. The Deadly Nadder only eyed him curiously and smelled him. He shocked the whole village by taming it. Flew out of there and went to some random island.

The dragon keep following him everywhere after that he had no choice but to train it. They became close friends and travelled the archipelago together going on many adventures.

AURELIÉN TCHOUAMÉNI —TIMBERJACK.

The Tchouameni’s are wood choppers since the beginning of time on a small island. But the arrival of a dragon comes to ruin their lifestyle. And it’s not just any dragon but a Timberjack. Timberjacks are just huge flying snakes with horns, Aurelien thought. Surely he can kill it easily. Wrong.

He got burn marks everywhere since his first attempt to kill it. The oil-based fire is hotter than he ever felt. The huge sharp wings leaving cuts his skin. He has to find a way to kill it before it effects their logging trade incomes.

Vini came to his island one day to get some rest after being airborne for so long. Aurelien welcomes him and his Monstrous Nightmare. He warned Vini about the Timberjack lurking around the island. Vini just shrugs him off and tell him to tame it if it won't leave.

After several hours attempting to tame a Timberjack, Aurelien found out he just have to scratch the wings of the dragon to earn its trust because Vini decided not to tell him until the last minute just to see chaos unfold.

JUDE BELLINGHAM —STORMCUTTER.

Jude Bellingham hates dragons with all his guts. His mother died because of one (or so he thought). His life’s rule is to kill any dragon that crosses his path. And he did.

Until one day he met Rodrygo and Aurelien and learned from them that dragons aren’t all bad. But he doesn’t believe them so he arranged a fight against a dragon (A stormcutter) without using any weapons to see if it would kill him or not. It did at first, but then he did the Hiccup technique (with the palm and all that) after Aurelien yelled from the stands for him to lower his ego and do it. Is now a change man.

Quitted his dragon killing operation and started a dragon sanctuary. Love his dragon and other dragons from that day onwards.

EDUARDO CAMAVINGA —DRAMILLION.

Eduardo’s family doesn’t hate dragons. At least not anymore. The Camavinga’s used to hunt and torture dragons back in the day. What made them stop is unknown but Eduardo is forever grateful for it. He always wanted to train and fly one.

The only problem is that dragons don’t land where he lives because of his family’s history of killing them. He has to sail a ship to a well known dragon sanctuary to achieve his dream.

On his way he came across an injured dragon shot down with poison laced arrows and left to die. He tended it to its need and earned its trust but has no idea what kind of dragon is it.

When he arrived at the dragon sanctuary he asked Jude about it and his heart shattered when he found out Dramillion’s are haunted by his family to extinction long time ago and only a flock of them are left. He promised his dragon to avenge its species for the things human kind has done. They are practically best friends now, with all the similarities they got. Travelled the world together until the end of his life.

TMI : i really love httyd. ive watched all the series and movies. im feeling generous and productive all of the sudden to do a headcanon on what dragons the boys would have and how they trained it. listening to my httyd playlist got me emotional while writing this.

i hope u guys liked this. tell me ur thoughts in the comments. i appreciate it.

© certainsaturn2024

[hufflepuffhabs]

https://www.tumblr.com/hufflepuffhabs/733175488566231040/do-you-guys-also-struggle-to-imagine-that-someone

Oh sweetheart, you have no idea. My CRUSH is an advocate Boca fan and I'm an advocate River fan

Every single time I hear him talking about football all I can think of is "Noooo, stop being so dummy 😭😭😭"

Omg I feel for you, Anon ❤️‍🩹 I honestly don't think I could do that. Just the thought of someone even mildly liking my rival team 🤐 ( not talking football here)

But I had this thought primarily cause I saw a picture of Tchouameni, and ... he looked like nice. So I spent the rest of the night watching barça thirst traps to cure myself hahaha . Please tell again me I'm not alone with this problem

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[bahrtofane]

aurélien but his hands itching to find your own. but he only sits quiet, sipping on his drink and moping.

he's usually certain and calculating, on and off the pitch. rarely is there hesitation. and yet for some reason he can only purse his lips and chew them till he's sure they’re bleeding.

what does he even say? his brain is muddled, surrounded by only thoughts of you. You’re beautiful do you know that? you should. he'd tell you a thousand times over.

more than just a pretty face, youre so polite it gives him whiplash. please and thank yous, unsure of where to sit unless someone tells you. only introducing yourself when asked, other wise simply observing.

you had told a little story of a bad lay over when the topic came up and he didnt take his eye off you for a moment. you had smiled sweetly, asking him if he had any storied of his own. its so over isnt it.

the lights of this club- restaurant, whatever, are dimmed. theres so many people mingling about now. waiters and staff running back and forth to his table. eduardo is narrating a story, hands flying around while people laugh at each rise and fall of his eye brows. table now crowed as players models influencers and other variants of people fight to be center stage on the dwindling space on the booth seats.

he pays no real mind to all this. aurélien is a simple guy. the social politics that get attached to something as simple as a night out do not impress him. hes not here for that. he knows many relish the chance, flourish even. but youre much more interesting.

he gets thrown back into the action when eduardo cackles. aurélien knows the story, well enough he thinks he could turn to you and finish it off with his eyes closed. would you listen?

in full honesty he doesn’t remember how you found a place in the booth, sitting next to him. its your first time. hed remember someone like you. you know someone here, he knows that much. but who eludes him. could be anyone, and thats what makes him nervous.

he thinks its whats keeping him from making a proper move on you.

you lean against the table, stifling a laugh as eduardo now wields a spoon as a makeshift prop. he shakes his head fondly, this is the good part.

you meet his gaze, giving him a timid smile, resting your head on your hand. the other checking the time on your phone befre it goes face down on the table.

jude comes back, wide smile as he snickers at the little impromptu show. he scoots up right next to you, planting a kiss to your cheek while you look away, flustered and gently swatting his arm playfully.

oh aurélien is in trouble tonight.