โพ ๏พ๏ฝกโโI Wanna Be Yoursโโ๏ฝก๏พโ๏ธ๏ฝกโ
Khabib Nurmagomedov x Reader
warnings: NONE!! (just the fact that i donโt like making up names, so the sister doesnโt have a name & honestly itโs kinda corny but itโs a step up from that sad girl shit.. also thank the lord I went through and read it because thereโs some things in the story that werenโt there that I added ๐๐ really builds character)
#we on a legendary run rn wtf is a writers block๐ฅ๐ฅ
inspired by: โI wanna be yoursโ - arctic monkeys.
so, thank arctic monkeys for this fanfic because if they didnโt exist yโall would be one less fic and some good music DOWNNN๐ตโ๐ซ ๐ณ๐ฅ
(desc. you make a new friend... she brings you to her house one day and thatโs where you meet khabib her hot โdisciplinedโ older brother.)
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you had only been friends with her for a couple of weeksโbut she already had many ways of making you feel comfortable around her.
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which was pretty much how you ended up trailing behind herโup the steps to her parentsโ house.
both you guys had your hands full..
โof groceries.
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the front door happened to open before she could even pull her keys out.. and suddenly, a โmanโ stepped outโฆ
he was shirtless..
you couldnโt help but take a good look at his physique,
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It was honestly a crazy oneโฆ
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he was broad shouldered, and decently tall.. like he went out and put in work every chance he got,
butโฆ you didnโt want to be weird.. so you just shook the thought and focused your gaze elsewhereโฆ
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โkhabib?โ she looked up at the opened door with a grin.
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โgreatโฆ. can you help us, pleaseโฆ?โ she asked, relieved that it was him that was on the other side.
he glanced at her first.. then at you..
just a quick, unreadable look.. before taking the bags out of her hands and offering to take yours as wellโฆ
like it was nothing.
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โsalam.โ he said, his voice was steadyโgreeting you, with his hand out, signaling for you to hand the bags over.....
โsalamโฆโ you returned, looking him the the eyes.. bowing a little as you handed them over..
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he didnโt lingerโฆ
insteadโฆ he just turned away and carried the groceries inside.
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but you noticed the way he movedโฆ
he was quiet..
but..
it was like he had this sort of confidenceโlike he was used to being in control of every space he walked into.
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your friend didnโt think twice about it, she was already kicking her shoes off and telling you that you could do the same if you wanted, making her way over to the couch.
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soโฆ you kicked off your shoes and followed her,
but you realized that your eyes sort of drifted towards the kitchen, where thisโฆ โkhabibโ wasโฆ
unloading the bags himself without paying attention to anyone...
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it wasnโt much. just a first impressionโฆ
but somehow it stayed with youโฆ
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well, you had been there for a while now.. and she noticed that it was getting warmer than usual in the living room, and you found out that somehow the air conditioner had temporarily stopped...
she then glanced toward the corner of the room where the window was.
โ____, do you think you could you open that window for me? sorry, It gets kind of hot in here,โ she asked, turning her back as she continued to watch television.
โyeah, of course..โ
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you didnโt mindโฆ it was just a windowโฆ
so you walked over and tried to lift it, but.. you noticed that it didnโt budge,
no matter how hard you tried...
you even tried to open it another wayโby putting your shoulder into it,
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but it was stillโฆ. stuckโฆ
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so, now a slight frown started to appear on your face as you tried and tried again, with your fingers slipping on its worn out wooden frame..
every time...
you didnโt want to tell her that you were too weak to open a damn window.. so, you just stood there.. looking dumb..
trying to think of other ways to try and open itโฆ
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then, you heard faint footsteps behind youโฆ steady,
quiet.
and before you could even ask her for help,
khabib stepped forward and without a word, he placed one hand firmly on the frame, leaned in, and gave a strong push.
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the window slid open smoothly, with some dust flying off into the air.
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โitโs kind of old...โ he said simply, looking you in the eyes again for a brief second before turning away.
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you honestly couldnโt help but watch him for a momentโฆ
the easy confidence in the way he movedโฆ
and, the quiet strength that seemedโฆ.
natural.
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you swallowedโฆ. trying to shake off the sudden โflutterโ in your chest..
you had no idea what it was..
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your friend looked over in your direction from the couch and yelled out,
โoh, thanks khabib!โ
when she realized that he had to help..
all khabib did was give a small nod in reply before heading off to the other room.
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over the next few months, your visits to her house became a routine.
sometimes sheโd invite you for dinner,
sometimes youโd tag along on some errands,
and sometimes you ended up there just because it felt..,
easierโฆ
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It got to the point where youโd stay over when it was late orโฆ when you had plans with her the next day, youโd crash in her room.
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khabib was never the main focus of those visits,
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but he was always justโฆ
thereโฆ
passing through the hallways..
outside training with his groupโ
and when you and your friend would approach the house, heโd just silently watch you walk past.... and youโd notice it sometimes too.
other times he would just be there, and youโd be watching him from the window.โฆ.
working on his car.โฆ
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you noticed that he didnโt talk muchโฆ
but it was just the small things stood out..
it was how he would hold the door a little longer than necessary when you were behind himโฆ.
how he would move a chair out of your way without saying a wordโฆ
how when you would stay over for dinner, and you finished eating.. he would take your dirty plate and put it in the sinkโฆ
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just all of it..
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but, you knew none of it was enough to mean anything on its own.
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on one of those mornings that you decided to crash at her place.., you woke up earlier than usual.
she was still asleep, with her blanket pulled over her head,
so, you decided that youโd try and wake her up.
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she finally rolled out of bed, and the two of you made your way to the kitchen for some breakfastโฆ.
and, admittedly.. you were still a little sleepy, so when you reached for the oatmeal container she told you to grab from the cabinet, it slipped from your handsโฆ
and now, somehow a handful of oats ended up scattered across the counter and also down on the floor.
โahโฆ damn itโฆ! sorry,โ you blurted, already rushing to crouch downโto try to pick it up with your hands.
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but before you could get far, a shadow moved into your vision.
khabib stepped beside you, taking the container from the floor, setting it on the counter.
โIโll get the vacuum,โ he said, basically like it was already decided.
โItโs fine, khabib. I can clean it, trust me..โ
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โwellโฆ. Itโs my house anyway.โ he shrugged, already walking away.
you stood there, kneeling on the tile, feeling oddly useless as he returned a moment later with the vacuum.
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he made quick work of the mess, moving with the same quiet, steady efficiency youโd noticed before.
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another morning, you decided that you had to use the bathroom... you didnโt think anyone would be awake because it was so early..
so you slipped out of her large bed and made your way overโฆ
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on your way back, you passed through the kitchen and stopped in the hallway.
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and somehow khabib was thereโฆ
standing by the counter, pouring his coffee into a mugโฆ he was in a plain black t-shirt, his focus was completely on what he was doing.
so, when he looked up and saw you staring at him.. his expression flickeredโฆ just a hint of surprise, like he hadnโt even realized you were there,
let alone stayed the night.
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then, almost immediately, the โsurpriseโ started to turn into the smallest smile, as he shook his head to himself.
no words came after thatโฆ
that was it..
he just turned back to his coffee as if nothing had happened.
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by now.. months had passed, it was now winter. surprisinglyโyour friendship with her only grewโฆ
there was a night that the cold crept up into her room.. and no matter how many blankets you piled on, you both couldnโt seem to get warm.
with a groan, she hopped up and said,
โI think we have a little heater somewhere in the attic.
hold on, let me ask khabib.. I thought I already did...โ
and then she left the room..
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you stayed curled under her blanket, until the door creaked open again. but it wasnโt your friend that was carrying the heater..
it wasโฆ
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khabib.
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he walked in quietly, and sat it down by the outlet near your side of the bedโhis presence filled the small room instantly
โI told her earlier that Iโd bring it,โ he said simply.. crouching down to plug it in.
the heater clicked on as he adjusted the dials, he tested the heater with his hand like heโd done it a million times for her before.
but when he glanced up..
his eyes met yoursโฆ.
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and for a momentโฆ
neither of you looked away..
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โbetterโฆ.?โ he asked, with his voice low.
you nodded, feeling the warm air hit you.
maybe you nodded a bit too quickly.
โyeahโฆ. thank you...โ
you saw something tug at the corner of his mouthโฆ not quite a smile, but close. he then got up, straightened himself, and then walked over to the door.
your friendโs voice called out faintly from down the hallway, but he didnโt leave right away.
he lingered just a second longer, looking backโฆ his eyes brushing over youโฆ
sort of like he was trying to memorize the sight of something,
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and then he left..
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and when she came back,
you noticed thatโฆ.maybe the heater wasnโt the only thing that was keeping you warm that night,
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it was also the feelings that you had for himโฆ.












