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haven (yassine bounou)

yassine x gf!reader

You were sitting on your couch watching some TV, dressed casually in a sweatshirt and joggers with your hair up in a messy bun when you heard the doorbell. You looked up, horrified at the prospect of being seen like this by an unexpected visitor. You opened the door cautiously, reaching out for your umbrella "just in case" (you'd watched too many thrillers for your own good) and let out a sigh of relief at the sight of your adorably confused-looking boyfriend. "Yassine! You didn't tell me you were coming over?" You angled your body so he could walk in, dropping a kiss on your forehead as he did so. It was still early on in your relationship, and though some part of your mind was a bit embarrassed he'd seen you in this state, the other, largely rational part scolded you for thinking Yassine would mind if your hair wasn't perfect or you weren't all dolled up. "I'm sorry for dropping in on you like this, Y/n. You know your house is closer to training than mine, and I'm just so tired-" You gently interrupted his rambling with a soft kiss, noting the dark circles under his eyes. "I'm sure you are, honey. I was the one who told you to drop by anytime once you're done training; why are you apologizing?"

He grinned at you sheepishly as you smiled up at him. Yassine bent down, moving his forehead to yours, his soft hair brushing the top of your head in a touch gentler than a feather. Within a few moments, you opened your eyes, noticing him biting his lip as if he was in pain. "Yassine?" You asked, immediately concerned. "Is everything ok?" He straightened, wincing as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Yes, habibi. I just fell a bit wrong when I was saving a shot in practice today." Your concern grew, though your cheeks warmed at the endearment. You loved when he spoke to you in his native language, the one he confided in you he felt most comfortable and natural speaking. Your brief heart-eyes moment, though, was immediately overcome by worry.

It was a few months before the World Cup in Qatar, and Yassine and the rest of the Moroccan team was ramping up their training in anticipation and preparation for the momentous event. The coach and the team felt confident they could better than ever before, but Yassine sometimes told you he was scared he wouldn't be able to perform as well as the rest of the team. You often instantly assuaged these worries, assuring him he'd do wonderfully. Though Yassine had introduced you to the whole team (you'd never been more terrified but your worries went out the window when you realized how wonderful the team was), Achraf had become your good friend, and you'd often ask him to keep an eye on your boyfriend at practice for you.

"Oh, honey. Where does it hurt?" You questioned. "Just my neck and my back. It's nothing-" You cut him off with a sign, turning the bemused taller man around and steering him to your absurdly comfortable couch. You gently pushed him down and plopped onto the sofa behind him. "Take your shirt off, baby." "Eager, much?" Yassine commented with a smirk, turning into full-blown laughter at your eye-roll. He complied anyway, though, after one stern look from you. You sucked a breath at the sight of nasty bruises peppered across your boyfriend's upper back, tears threatening to fall as you thought of how much pain he must be silently enduring right now.

Yassine turned around at the sound of your sniffles, face filled with concern at your teary eyes. "Oh, Y/n. It's not as bad as it looks, I promise. Don't worry, my love." He spoke as he reached up, gently brushing your tears away. "How can I not worry? You're an athlete, I know you'll get injured now and then, but knowing doesn't make seeing it happen any better." You buried your face in his shoulder, your murmured words coming out muffled. You straightened up, a determined look in your eyes. Your boyfriend immediately laughed, eyeing your face with a mixture of anticipation and slight fear. "I don't like that look, Y/n." "Which look?" "The planning one, the one you've got on your face right now." You looked up at the chuckling man indignantly. "I do not have a planning face!" His chuckles turned to loud laughter at your pout. "Ok, ok, turn around." He swiveled back around, his back facing you again.

You placed both your hands on the points where his neck met his shoulders on either side, his skin warm against yours. Yassine immediately relaxed into your touch, leaning slightly against you. You began to knead your hands into his upper back, careful not to hurt him and relishing in the soft sounds that left his lips. "Who's eager now?" You teased, grin growing wider at the sound of his breathy laugh. "Achraf called me today." You spoke as your hands moved further down his muscled back until they were at the middle, and you pressed a little harder to relieve some of his pain. "What did he say?" Came the soft response. There had been a time where Yassine had been jealous of your bond with Achraf, not knowing you two were like brother and sister, but that's another story. You two had crossed that boundary of trust together. "He said you've been overworking yourself. I know it's the World Cup, and it's huge for the whole team, but remember, you're no good to your team or your country if you're injured, sweetheart. Don't take your training too far, alright?" Yassine hummed in agreement, reveling in the feeling of your soft, warm hands against his tired back.

You began softly singing a song in your own native language, unaware you were doing it, soaking in the unspoken words between the two of you that didn't need to be said out loud for you to understand how steeped in love they were. Since his back was turned to you, you missed the way Yassine closed his eyes, relishing in the sound of your voice and the words that he knew were foreign to him but acknowledged were meaningful to you, and in a way, that made him love them just as much as he would've had he understood them. You swayed slowly as your hands worked their magic, massaging in rhythm with your boyfriend's calm, even breathing. Eventually, you were done, and spoke to Yassine. "You should go sleep now, Yassine, I noticed how tired you were earlier-" To your absolute astonishment, as soon as you removed your hands, he nearly fell back against you even more until his head was on your lap, revealing he'd been asleep for god knows how long. You stifled a laugh, marveling at how innocent he seemed, features relaxed like he didn't have a care in the world. You knew how stressed Yassine was getting because of the World Cup, and you were more than happy to be his own little haven. You stretched out your legs and smoothed his hair out of his eyes, running your fingers through it as you leaned your head back, drifting to a dreamland that couldn't possibly be more beautiful that what you had while you were awake.

a/n: hope you liked this!! & keep the requests coming y'all! I'm working on more fics ;) soon to come!

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