#lamine yamal fluff

[halfwayhearted]

LAMINE YAMAL X READER STUDY SESSION WHERE HE CANT STOP LOOKING AT HER. OOOOH. R u picking up what i’m putting down.

Means Something — Lamine Yamal.

Pairing: Lamine Yamal x Fem!Reader

Summary: It was just a study session. Nothing more, nothing less. So… why was he having trouble keeping his eyes off you?

Word Count: 500+

Disclaimer/s — No use of Y/N, perhaps OOC Lamine (?), I think that’s it, just fluff tbh!

A/N: I THINK I PICKED UP WHAT YOU PUT DOWN BUT LET ME KNOW, BONKALICIOUS.

This was the sixth time you’ve felt his stare.

You tried shrugging it off at first, chalking it up to ‘he’s probably just zoning out’. He’d always zone out, so it wasn’t anything new. Hence why it was so easy for you to believe it.

It wasn’t until you said his name that you started questioning him. He sounded like he was actually listening. It was just that the only thing, or person, he could focus on was you and you only.

And that, quite evidently, didn’t include any part of what you were saying at all.

“Lamine,” you drawled with a sigh, meeting his gaze. The eye contact was heavy; you’d probably flush and look away if you weren’t starting to feel annoyed. Who wouldn’t be? If he wasn’t actually listening, he wasn’t only wasting his time, but also yours. “Hey, are you listening to me? This is on the quiz, you know that, right?”

The boy hummed as soon as his name left your lips, a lopsided smirk slowly tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, I know. I’m listening.”

And he was indeed telling the truth. He was genuinely listening, without a hint of zoning out. Your eyes narrowed in suspicion as you slid your phone off the bed and opened the ‘Camera’ app, checking if there was something on your face that was causing him to look at you so… so intently.

He wouldn't look at you like that otherwise. Like he could, you didn't know, actually like you.

That’s what you thought at least.

For him, it was a different story, but he couldn't bring himself to talk about it or admit it yet.

A laugh escaped his lips at that. He reached out and placed a hand over yours to set your phone back down onto the bed. “There’s nothing on your face,” he assured you. “Why do you think there’s something on your face?”

“Because you keep looking at me like there is something on my face,” you quipped as if it were obvious. Because it was. Was he teasing you?

“Well, there’s not.”

Pursing your lips, trying to decipher whether or not he was lying, you realized you actually couldn’t tell at all. “Are you lying to me? I won’t help you if you are.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you,” he told you, adding your name so quietly, so softly, you wouldn’t have heard it if you weren’t right next to him.

Brushing off the sudden goosebumps that formed on your arms, you cleared your throat and looked away with a nod. “Right.”

Lamine scoffed, “I wouldn’t!”

“Uh-huh,” you countered, your expression softening at the sight of his smile widening. Hey, knock it off. “Okay, as I was saying…”

With that, he nodded and looked down at the piles of opened notebooks and textbooks, trying his utmost to stay focused. However, he simply couldn’t tear his gaze away from you.

If only you realized that this moment was merely the prologue to your relationship with him.

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DT(s) — @pedrilcvr ! ౨ৎ

[planetpedri]

The story of us — Lamine Yamal.

Pairing: Lamine Yamal x Flick!Reader

Summary: When you and Lamine first met, it was because of a simple mistake. It was sweet and cute, and now you were faced with the task of telling your father about your relationship, or, well, convincing Lamine to agree to it.

Word count: 1.6k+

Disclaimer/s: Outfit read is wearing is in the first pic! Fluff , reader is Hansi Flick’s daughter , teasing , banter , ect.

A/N: Hi! So i’m unfortunately obsessed with the coaches daughter trope. This is ESPECIALLY dedicated to 2/3 @halfwayhearted and 1/3 dedicated to @sakashq . I love you both. Sorry that I gave you towards the end..

When your dad said dress formally… he wasn’t very specific. A dozen dresses and skirts laid out on your bed, each one a different level ranging from casual to fancy. Exhaling a long, annoyed breath, you tap your foot against the wooden floorboard.

Your door clicking open had you groaning. “Dad—“

“This is not.. the bathroom.” A boy’s voice says slowly. Whipping around you are met with a tall, dark, and.. oh lord he was cute.

Your eyebrow lifts teasingly. “Really? What was your first clue?” She recognized him—Lamine. You had known the names of every single Barcelona player, your father made sure of that.

The boy laughs lightly, his head dipping down as a light blush spreads across his cheeks. “Funny.. So—” He trails off, his eyes trailing over the clothes spread across your bed.

“Hold on! I’ll give you directions to the bathroom, but first,“ You step aside, “help me pick? I’m having a bit of trouble choosing.”

Lamine meets your eyes, silently asking for permission to take a closer look. You give him a short nod, your lip curling slightly. He takes a few steps forward, standing at your side and thinks for a moment, taking a few glances at you. “You’re wearing silver jewelry?”

You hum, “yup!”

“Then, the pink top with the white skirt.” He nods to himself. as if to assure himself of the choice.

“Perfect.” You clap your hands together. Grabbing the set, you turn towards him. “Bathroom is literally two doors back, on the left side.”

Lamine laughs, “I overshot?”

“Yes, Lamine, you did.”

His name leaving your lips not only had a weird feeling growing in his stomach, it also had his eyebrows pulling together. “You know my name?”

Your eyes move from side to side, “uh… yeah? My dad is about to be your coach, is he not?”

Lamine stumbles over his words, “well—I—okay. True. He never told us your name, though.” He cocks his head to the side with a grin.

You tell him your name and he tests it out on his tongue, hating the way he loved how it rolled off so easily. “That’s a cool name.” Lamine internally slaps himself. Cool? Seriously?

You clasp a hand over your mouth, hiding the smile that almost accompanied a laugh at the painful look that crossed his face. Removing your hand, you nudge your head to the door. “Bathroom?”

His eyes widen, “uh, yep! Yeah, thank you! Again.”

“You didn’t thank me the first time.”

“Right.”

Lamine gives you two thumbs up, his nervous smile falling instantly. A small giggle bubbles in your throat and he takes that as his cue to leave, fast.

When you finish dressing, you slip on your small heels and exit your bedroom. The dining room was packed full of people when you arrived, taking you a bit by surprise. While you searched the room for your parents, your sisters hadn’t come, too busy with their lives and leaving you all alone—you stumble into the back of someone.

“Oh shit—“ You hiss, “i’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” the mans voice was familiar, as if you heard it only ten minutes ago.

Great.

“Wow! Humiliating ourselves in front of each other twice in ten minutes, good for us.” You pat his shoulder, eyes drifting to the people beside him who were observing the two of you curiously.

Héctor Fort, Alejandro Balde, and Pau Cubarsí. Wow! You just humiliated yourself in front of so many people. Great going.

“Uh, this is Flick’s daughter.” Lamine explains, “long story. Don’t ask.” He adds when he received more questioning looks.

You give them a short wave, introducing yourself. They do the same, although you didn’t need them to. “It was nice to meet you all, but I better go find my dad!”

Scurrying off, you approach your dad. “I just absolutely embarrassed myself in front of so many people. Remind me again just why I had to attend?”

Hansi looks down in your direction, “we already talked about this. I’m sure it wasn’t that bad—where is your mother?”

Huffing, you nod your head in her direction. “Talking to one of the wives.”

“Perfect, now.. go converse.” He waves you in a random direction, “just have fun. Okay?”

“Fun?” You grumble as he places a kiss to the top of your head.

“Fun.” He nods, walking off to find his wife.

When the dinner was finally over and you’d exhausted yourself with bare minimum conversations, you make your way toward the balcony that overlooked your back lawn. The cool night air brushed against your shoulders.

Letting out a long breath, your eyes flutter shut. The moment of peace you’d been wanting all night had finally arrived.

Or not.

“May I join you?”

Opening your eyes, you turn your head to look at Lamine. “Sure, why not.” You say quietly.

Lamine stands beside you, not speaking thankfully—not that you would’ve minded, but it was nice to have some quiet time.

Minutes pass before either of you speak. You initiate it, not looking at him, “so.. thoughts?”

“On what?”

“I dunno, the house, my dad.. anything, I guess.” You shrug, twirling around so your back was leaning against the railing.

Lamine rests his hip against it, giving you an amused smile. “Your house is, well, fancy. And your dad is scary, but funny.” He answers truthfully.

You snicker, finding it funny how everyone who met your dad thought he was scary. Hansi—your father, was quite the opposite. Maybe it was just because you were his daughter, but your dad did have quite the humor when he wanted to.

“My dad is the least scary person in the world. If he was, you wouldn’t be out here alone with me. He would’ve been right behind you.” You nod toward the balcony door. “I promise he’s a chill guy.”

“You’re only saying that because he’s your dad.” Lamine counters. He believed you, but he couldn’t help but doubt it when he saw the mans resting face.

Your name being shouted interrupts your conversation. You glance in the voices direction, seeing your mother’s head pop out of the door. “Your father’s about to make his.. speech.” She looks toward Lamine, eyebrow raising. “You’ll be needed too, Lamine.”

“We’ll be in soon!” You call back, silently begging for her to leave. She does, giving you a knowing look that you scowl at.

“Okay, we should probably go.” You say slowly, taking a few steps away from the railing, “but, hey—“

Lamine pauses mid step, glancing at you. “Yeah?”

“Could I get your number?” Your face grows a bright red, “that was far too direct. I just.. well you seem cool.”

The boy laughs, “yeah, of course. Here.” He reaches for his phone in his back pocket and hands it to you, allowing you to type your number in and save your contact.

“Text me sometime, i’m pretty much always available. New country and all..” You continue walking to the door, Lamine close in tow.

Months had passed, five long months. Lamine had texted you the day after he got your number and you had never stopped talking. You started hanging out regularly, which eventually progressed into his asking you out.

You’d been dating for a few weeks, and in those weeks you’d tried to convince Lamine that it would be okay to tell your dad, that he wouldn’t mind, but he had his doubts.

Sitting on the couch at Lamine’s parent’s house, one of the few places you could be together without the eyes of the public on you. Your head rested on his shoulder with his arm wrapped around you.

“Lamine.” You rub your temples, “he literally adores you! If I’m being honest, he probably likes you more than me. So please, I hate hiding this from him.”

Contemplating for a moment, he finally lets pit a sigh of defeat. “Okay! Okay. Fine, but if he sells me to a different club, it’s your fault.”

Laughing, you tilt your head up. “You’re my dad’s little starboy, he’s not selling you to anyone.” You tease, your lips pulling into a smirk.

Rolling his eyes at you, Lamine tips his head closer, lips inches from yours. “You are so annoying.” He grumbles, pecking your lips sweetly.

“Yeah, well, you love that about me.” You greet his lips in a small kiss, only pulling away to grab your phone. “Diner at parents tonight?”

“Tonight?” Lamine’s eyes widen. “Hell no.”

“Hell, yes! Actually.” You laugh, “dress nicely.”

You forced Lamine through the front door, your hand gripping his tightly. “Get in! You’re acting like you can’t walk.”

“Yeah, well, i’m sort of paralyzed in fear. No thanks to you.” He hisses, scowling when he sees the entertained look on your face.

“Is that you, Engel? [angel]” Your dads voice calls out from the living room.

“Yeah!” You yell back, turning to lamine to whisper, “I may have forgotten to mention you were my boyfriend.”

Lamine has no time to react when your dad walks out of the living room entrance to greet you. A sweat breaks out on the boys forehead when his coaches eyes land on him.

“Lamine? What are you doing here…” He stops speaking slowly, eyes flickering to you with something a little less than surprise, but something near it. “Huh.” He nods. “Well, dinners almost ready. You can go to the dining room.”

Mild reaction, expected reaction.

“Perfect! I’m starving.” You squeeze Lamine’s hand and pull him toward the kitchen, trying not to comment on the absolute fear written across his face.

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DTS , @halfwayhearted @sakashq @ar4ujos @hrts4havertz @joaoflms @spidybaby !

[pedrislefttoe]

I need NEED fluff with Lamine Yamal🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

pedrislefttoe,

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

lamine yamal x f!reader

tw: language

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

coquette - pt 1,

"lamine, i swear to fuck if you do not stop running i will stitch a ribbon into your barca jersey and you're gonna be stuck with it for your next match!" you pouted, chasing your boyfriend around the park as you wanted to tie a cute pink bow in his hair but he wouldn't let you.

he gasped dramatically, and very audibly. "you wouldn't!"

"try me." you narrowed your eyes at him when he came to a stop.

lamine just started running again, ignoring what you said.

"so help me lamine, ill do it!" you pouted at him.

"and if i let you put the bow in my hair?" he asked, stopping again.

you stayed quiet for a second, putting your hand behind your back, crossing your fingers.

"then i won't put the ribbon on your jersey.." you lied.

"promise?" he asked, your smile instantly faded to a pout. "i knew it!" lamine laughed.

"i hate you." you pouted even more.

"if i let you put the bow in my hair and on my jersey, yes ill play my next match with it, will you like me again?" he smiled at you, giving you a soft hug.

lamine always knew how to make you smile.

"yeah!" you giggled.

and five minutes later, you had been sitting on the grass with lamine, tying a cute pink bow in his hair.

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

part 2 is gonna be the match where lamine's wearing the jersey!!

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

[sakashq]

a happy lamine yamal blurb? a day in together? i love your work! 💞 emphasis on happy

Glue Song 𝜗𝜚 lamine yamal x fem!reader.

🦢 summary. You were feeling sick, but your clingy boyfriend was not going to leave you alone.

🦢 wc. ≈400

🦢 yap! first “no. angst.” now “emphasis on happy”?!?! is sadness just my brand? i’m sorry guys imma fix that soon trust. ☺️💕

🦢 DTS . . . @ar4ujos @halfwayhearted @joaoflms @iovepoem @hrts4havertz @planetpedri <3

You woke up, your throat feeling clogged and your nose stuffed. You were already dreading the day.

You also woke up to your usual ‘good morning beautiful ❤️’ text from Lamine, which almost made everything better. Almost.

You responded with, ‘ahhem, hem, i’m sick 🤒,’ referencing the movie the two of you watched together just nights before. As soon as you responded, Lamine called you.

“Are you actually sick?” He asked you, no greeting or anything.

You couldn’t help but chuckle and respond, “Yes, Lamine.”

“Okay, give me twenty.” Is all he said before hanging up. What did he mean by that?

After twenty minutes you found out. He had gone out to get you breakfast (toast, yogurt, and hot tea) and a small bouquet of flowers. Your mom let him in and he made his way upstairs, surprising you.

“Oh my gosh, Lamine,” you exclaimed, sitting up in bed. “You didn’t have to do any of that.”

He shook his head in disagreement, setting your tray of breakfast on your bed. “No, I definitely did.” He then placed the flowers which were now in a vase on the side table.

You began eating your breakfast silently as he sat down next to you. “Lamine, I’m sick.”

“We’ll be sick together,” he smiled. “How are you feeling?”

“The same since you called me this morning,” you responded. “Did you get yourself anything?”

Lamine nodded, not replying with words. He grabbed the remote to your television and turned on your favorite show, the one he swore he hated, but would always watch with you.

For the next few hours, you and him both rested together cuddled up and watching TV together. At one point you ended up falling asleep, taking a small nap. When you woke up it was 6:00pm, and Lamine was still laying there by your side with you in his arms. He hadn’t noticed you wake up, but you noticed his slight cough.

“Did I get you sick?” You jokingly asked.

“Like I said, we’ll be sick together.”

[not-magdi]

- euro dream / lamine yamal

Warnings: none (maybe my writing, there might be some mistakes my brain is currently mush)

Words: 434

Reading Time: 1 min 44 sec

A/N

SPAIN IS IN THE FINAL!! I wrote this to celebrate their win, i hope you like it !

Love y'all Magdi <3

The big 0:1 that was looking down at you in the stadium was stressing you out immensely. The early lead from France in the ninth minute caught Spain off guard for a few minutes. You could see it on Lamine's face, he was trying to find a strategy, trying to get the ball at every chance he got.

Spain finally made its way in front of France's penalty box, Lamine in the middle of them all. He eventually got the ball, dribbled past two French players and shot.

You first didn't even realize that the ball hit the back of the net. You had closed your eyes the second he shot, too nervous to look. But the crowd around you going absolutely feral had your eyes shoot open. He did it he really did it. Lamine shot the equalizer and his first-ever goal in the euros.

He did his signature celebration, and his teammates jumped on him, hugging and patting him on the back. But Lamine started searching through the crowd before finally finding you and pointing at you before forming a heart with his hands.

A deep blush cowered your cheeks as you blew him a kiss, he just dedicated his first-ever euro goal to you, and it couldn't feel more special.

After Lamine's goal, Spain dominated the game, and only 4 minutes later, the second goal fell. So now, with a comfortable lead, Spain didn't give France any chances to score.

The game ended 2:1 for Spain, which means they are in the final. You couldn't be any prouder of your boyfriend and his team. They played incredibly and really deserved their win.

You and his family watched as Lamine got his MVP trophy before going down to the pitch to congratulate him. And the second he was done, you ran down to him, tackling him in a tight hug, kissing his cheek.

"Hola Amor, you enjoyed the match?" Lamine asked you, chuckling slightly.

"Enjoyed it? It was amazing! You were amazing!"

You smirked a bit as you saw his cheeks turning a slight pink shade.

Wrapping his arms around you, he kissed you on the head, squeezing you while doing so.

Hearing his parents congratulating him brought you out of your little bubble again, a blush covering your cheeks as you two normally weren't as affectionate in front of his parents.

Lamine kept his arm around you while he talked to his parents, you didn't really follow the conversation anymore, instead, you cuddled up to his side a bit more looking up to his face, admiring your boy, your goalscorer.

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[dayluxe]

Casual - Lamine Yamal

¡ request are open !

pairing: Lamine Yamal x fem!reader

summary: you get involved in something casual with your best friend, but it meant so much more to you.

warnings: use of google translate, angst (?), low self-esteem, and a bit of self-loathing.

a/n: first time doing this, sorry if it's too long and if sometimes it doesn't make sense, use the translator for literally everything.

You and Lamine have known each other for as long as they can remember; they played together in the parks, went to each other's house to eat, accompanied them to their workouts when you could, and were even in the same classroom. Their relationship was ideal, until adolescence came to both of them.

things changed, more than they really thought.

they had always been very affectionate with each other, until those hugs took longer, the handshakes felt like sparks straight to the heart, and their typical sleepovers began to be more intimate. All of this felt different, more intimate, more secret, and more hers.

Obviously this did not go unnoticed by your families, and they always joked at family parties that the two of you would end up together. You laughed, snowing all suspicion of some secret love affair between you, although within you your heart was repressed in your breast. you couldn't fall in love with your best friend, this prayer had been engraved in your mind, but your feelings were getting a little off track.

vacations, family parties, and small outings between you felt different; In the air you could sense something unspoken between the two, as if they wanted to say something to each other with their long glances, and the little giggles. They felt as if the two of them belonged to each other, beyond the friendly. Every time these actions happened, those so-called butterflies begin to flutter in your stomach, you felt in the clouds every time he gave you one of his typical smiles or winks, you felt lucky to be that girl, obviously, and you always fantasized that he would reciprocate your feelings.

But oh girl, how wrong you were

During a vacation in Greece with Lamine's family, he mentioned a girl, ¿Alex was her name?, you don't remember, but what you did remember was all the beautiful things your friend said about her "she's like an angel" he said, you gave him a straight smile and a little settlement, and you just kept playing with Keyne. That same day during a walk along the seashore, you talked about everything and nothing, and at that moment everything felt so calm; you felt like they were 8 years old again, and they had their sleepovers and talked for hours and hours without getting tired.

in a moment their eyes met, and you felt so in love, so loved, so with him; as if their souls are merging to be one. but Lamine broke the silence by saying the most hurtful words you'd ever heard come out of his mouth: "Alex and i are dating." your mind went blank and your breath was short, you felt tears gather in your eyes and you looked away trying not to be noticed. all the promises and moments you spent together passed through your mind; all the times he repeated that they were going to get married since i was 5 years old, all the secret kisses they gave each other, the nights they spent together talking about their desires and goals for the future, all of that went through your mind. "I'm happy for you, you can tell she's a very cute girl, she may be the one, maybe" you told him with a smile that it did not come to your eyes, you felt sad, but you did not know why. You knew they were friends, but you hoped that all those things meant something, you wanted to believe that behind all those caresses there was something more than friendship, you wanted, but all these things Lamine threw them away with a single word.

That night, while everyone was sleeping, you talked to your mother, you told her about the situation and about your feelings, she understood everything and asked you if you wanted to go home, but you told her if you could go somewhere else, you wanted to release what happened, even though you knew it would be a bit abrupt to leave overnight, but you would say some excuse for that. you decided to go to Monaco, your parents had an apartment there, so you wouldn't have problems, despite not knowing anyone you wanted to live the Monaco experience for once in your life, and when more than after having a rare heart you broke for the first time.

at night you packed everything while Lamine slept, you left everything ready for the next day. when you woke up, you broke the news after breakfast, you excused yourself by saying that your parents needed you in Monaco for a party, and everyone understood, even Lamine, this hurt you since you thought that he would at least suspect your sudden change of attitude from one day to the next. you said goodbye to everyone, and little Keyne didn't even want to let go of you "i'll visit you soon Key, don't miss me too much, and don't make your brother make you laugh more than I do" you said to see the boy's sad face. when it was time to say goodbye to Lamine, it felt more than a farewell; You felt that after that nothing would ever be the same again, you knew that exaggerated, but your feelings were fresh and you didn't know what you were feeling, you felt confused about all this, like your mind just wanted to forget those stupid feelings, you hated yourself for letting those feelings have blossomed, you felt stupid, disappointed, and bad, very, very bad.

You felt like you were failing him as a best friend, you felt like you were betraying your 6-year-old self who promised not to like his friend. but you knew that they would talk again as soon as you returned home, everything would go back to how it was in the past; not in the past of 2 years ago, but in the past of 10 years ago; to those times when you only thought about going out and spending time together, it didn't matter the circumstance or that there was a person involved, it was just the two of you. "i hope to meet Alex soon" you said as you hugged him, you tried to hide all those thoughts and emotions behind your eyes as best you could "she will be delighted, seriously, but for now take care of yourself doll, bring me some memory of Monaco and don't do crazy things" you hated how he could keep his charisma intact always, that you said, you adored that about him, you loved him, you loved that he always made your serious side go away, and you hated him for it.

your mind disconnected from that moment, and the next thing you remember is arriving at Monaco airport looking for your uber to get to your parents' apartment. you check your cell phone and answer some messages from your parents, there is no trace of Lamine, and despite not wanting to know about him you look at his stories and see her, she really looked like an angel compared to you. you didn't want to start crying because of your insecurities, but you couldn't control it and you got everything out; all the tears, insecurities and screams you had kept to yourself, you took them out.

as the days went by you began to feel better, you had visited many of the beautiful places in Monaco, you felt like in a love novel, where the protagonist (in that case you) goes in search of horizons again and meets the love of her life in Monaco, only you were not looking for that.

the messages with Lamine began to fade little by little, he was focused on his career and on the new partner in his life, so you did not take it so seriously, although deep down it hurt you to think that you were no longer a main person in his environment, you felt alone there, and sometimes you wished that he was there with you; you had never had many friends, and in truth he was your only friend until now since you had never felt the need to have more friends. the messages with Lamine began to fade little by little, he was focused on his career and on the new partner in his life, so you did not take it so seriously, although deep down it hurt you to think that you were no longer a main person in his environment, you felt alone there, and sometimes you wished that he was there with you; you had never had many friends, and in truth he was your only friend until now since you had never felt the need to have more friends. the only thought that he was fine, that he didn't worry about who he would go out with next weekend, or who to talk to when he felt bored, since he was always a born friendly.

it was one of those cool days in Monaco, on the balcony of the apartment you could feel the cool breeze, contracting with the warm sun that hugged your body, you felt motivated today, so you would go out for breakfast at a coffee shop that caught your attention.

You found a coffee shop a few blocks from the apartment, the cakes and drinks from the glass looked delicious, and you decided to go inside. you ordered what caught your attention the most, and you sat down to wait for your order, during your wait a boy entered the place; medium height, brown hair full of curls, and a pair of hypnotizing brown eyes, undoubtedly the most beautiful you had ever seen. You saw him tidy up and sit at a couple of tables and you couldn't take your eyes off him , at one point their eyes met, but they were interrupted by the girl calling to her requests "hello, I'm sorry, I know it's strange but could I sit with you?" I ask you with a shy smile on her lips, 'he's much more handsome up close' you thought. "ohh, don't worry, of course you can," you said as you felt the tips of your ears heat up.

"by the way, my name is Andrea" He told you when they sat down, you said your name with a smile, "you're not from around here, are you? I've noticed your accent, it's not bad, I just said-" "oh, no problem, really, and no, i'm not from around here, i'm from Italy" "so Italy, nice country, i've been a couple of times, very good food".

His talk lasted from 10 minutes to 30 minutes, and from 30 minutes to 1 hour. You haven't laughed so much in a long time. at one point when they were talking, your cell phone screen lit up because of a notification 'Lamine 💗' was seen on the screen, and Andrea told you "you didn't tell me you had a boyfriend" she told you in a mocking tone, "oh, he's not my boyfriend, he's my best friend, or so I think, now I don't know very well" you said with a grimace. You started telling him about what happened to you, his confidence had grown a lot while they were in the cafeteria, so you let everything overflow.

When you left the cafeteria he offered to accompany you to your apartment, you accepted and they talked throughout the journey. but when you arrived at the door of your apartment you found someone you did not expect, Lamine was there. you quickly said goodbye to Andrea, promising to write to her later, and you made the dark-haired man come into your apartment. "hey" he said as he walked in, and after sharing a couple of awkward looks, he spoke again "i know we haven't spoken lately, but you were supposed to come to Monaco for family matters, but not the first thing I see when I arrive is you with a totally unknown guy, who you still bring to your apartment, as if it meant nothing" he told you in a hurtful tone, he had never spoken to you like that before "what the fuck are you talking about Lamine?, first, what I do with my life is my damn problem, you shouldn't be interested in which guy or not i come to my apartment, second thing, what the hell are you doing here?" you responded with the same tone "i came here for you, i needed support after what happened to me and i feel lost not having that person by my side" "you have Alex, don't you? you could have talked to her instead of spending money to come here" you said trying to stay calm "Alex and I are done, there is nothing anymore" Lamine said with a noticeable pain in her features, you didn't want to look heartless so you hugged him, they were friends after all, right?.

They were like this for a while, hugging and calm, you missed that no matter how much you tried to deny it "i love you y/n" "i know Lamine, I love you too" despite all the pain you felt in your heart, it was true, you loved him madly but you had to let go. "no, you don't understand me, i really love you, not as a friend but as, you know."

your words got stuck in your throat, your hands got cold, and your breath got short.

"What are you talking about Lamine?" you asked, trying not to think about that, to believe that was not what he was referring to. "i love you, as more than friends, what happened with Alex only opened my eyes to realize that you are the one, not her, it is you, doll" she told you with pleading eyes. "no, don't do this to me, i've I waited for you a long time, i don't even know for how long, i realized my feelings at the most importunate moment, i love every part of you, but that doesn't mean you can come to me to use me as a second option when your girlfriend broke up with you, you won't do this, not me" you let it all work out. how did I expect you to react? that you would tell her that if you were going to be boyfriend and girlfriend and get married, no, you weren't stupid. "what a coincidence that you realized your feelings right after your relationship has ended, right? i don't want to doubt your feelings, but if you really loved me you would have told me a long time ago, not now, it's too late Lamine" you said in a calm tone, trying to express as best you can what you feel, i had to understand that he hurt you and that it can't be treated that way "you didn't even write to me to know how i was, and do you expect me to believe that you love me? fuck you, fuck you and your fucking relationship"

His head was down through everything you said, you knew he felt moving forward, you had made him feel that way and you didn't feel guilty "i'm sorry, i just felt like, i don't know. i felt lonely, with Alex it was not the same as with you, i didn't laugh as much with her, nor did i feel as much peace as i feel with you, i say that sincerely" he said with a noticeable sadness, you wanted to hug him and tell him that it was all a lie, but that was what you wanted to believe, all your words were with total sincerity. "I know Lamine, i've done i didn't laugh so much until today, but just because i miss you doesn't mean that i'll let you come to me just because you feel lonely, you could have talked to me, we're supposed to be friends who tell each other things" you told him firmly, you wanted him to understand your words and your emotions through them.

"i'm really sorry, i shouldn't have come here. i'll see you at home, right?. Keyne misses you and asks about you, he says he wants to play with you" he told me with a small smile, trying to deflect the subject a little "when you come back tell him that i will be back soon, that i also miss playing and tickling them" it was true, i missed listening to the little one, hearing his tender laughter and talking to him, even though he doesn't understand me and i don't understand him, but it was very nice to spend time with him, he was like a little brother i never had.

When i said goodbye to him from my apartment, i lay down on my bed, i didn't know what to think. i felt confused, more than i had already felt, a part of my heart told me 'you would have gone after him' but another part told me 'you did the right thing, he can't treat you like that'. you knew you did the right thing, but for some reason it hurt like hell.

you didn't know what you would do now, you didn't know if you wanted to go home and stay and live in Monaco. make new friends, create a new environment, meet new people, have new experiences, you didn't know that. but what you did know is that you wanted to heal, heal your heart and mind, and for that you needed to be away from him.

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[zombvic]

hi, i love your writing can you do one where marc guiu is secretly dating lewandoski's daughter and he finds out?

MR LEWANDOWSKI (marc guiu x lewandowski!reader)

summary : in which the polish barcelona player finds out his daughter is dating his teammate

face claim : no-one exact

notes : ty for the request !! im gonna do some requests asap (theres like twenty so plsplspls be patient <3) also im gonna go on vacation soon so ill be less active.

pairings : marc guiu x fem!lewandowski!reader

BEING THE DAUGHTER of the Polish striker, Robert Lewandowski, came with its perks. Some of the benefits was the opportunity to meet your favorite players, attend exclusive events, and see important matches, such as the World Cup and UCL Finals. But managing the constant media attention and living up to the Lewandowski name were only two of the challenges that came with it. The hardest challenge of them all was keeping your relationship with the Barcelona striker, Marc Guiu, a secret.

You knew dating Marc was going to make you slightly insane. The constant hiding and sneaking around was annoying, tbh.. But if you managed to keep this a secret for over seven months, you sure weren't going to fuck it up now.

Hector quickly caught onto your little facade. All three of you were classmates, and it was clear by the looks you exchanged across the classroom, the way Marc spoke to Hector about you, and just the overall way he admired you. Hector was certain you were dating.

Him knowing would actually come in handy. It was a little easier to keep the secret when Hector was on your side. When needed, he helped cover for you by coming up with excuses in case your dad was on the edge of figuring things out.

One afternoon, while your father was out, Marc came over to your house. It was a unique chance for the two of you to have the house to yourselves, and you both wanted to make the most of it.

You were in your room, cuddling on your bed with Marc as a movie was playing on your laptop. It was relaxing, finally a moment of comfort without any worries or the anxiety of getting caught.

"This is nice," Marc murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I wish we could do this more often."

"Me too," you replied, pulling in closer to him. "But you're aware of my dad's history with my ex-boyfriends. If he found out, he would freak out."

Marc sighed as he played with the strings on your hoodie. "I know. Yet, sometimes I picture us going out on a typical date night. No concerns about your father catching us. You know maybe if he got used to our relationship, he could come along."

Playfully poking Marc with your shoulder, you mocked, "Are you using me to date my father?"

Marc gave you a gentle giggle and an amused look as his eyes met yours. "Maybe I am," he answered. "But in all honesty, I just want to go out with you—no sneaking around, just a regular 'I'll have her home by nine, sir' type date."

"Wow, real cute, Marc." Just as you were about to lean in for a kiss, you heard the front door open. Your heart stopped, as you and Marc exchanged panicked and confused looks.

"Oh fuck. He's not supposed to be back yet," you whispered urgently, scrambling off the bed. "You have to hide. Like now."

Marc quickly got up, looking around the room for a hiding spot. "WHAT?! Where should I go?!"

"Jesus Christ, Marc. I don't know just.. just get under the bed or something!" you whispered, trying to keep your voice down.

Just as your father yelled something from the living room, Marc dove under the bed. "Y/n? You home?"

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself before opening your bedroom door. "Yeah, What's up?"

He walked down the hallway, a frown on his face. "I thought I left my other keys here. Have you seen them?"

You shook your head, trying to look casual. "Nah, I haven't seen them. Maybe you left them in the locker room after training?"

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Maybe. I'll call someone to check if someone found them. Are you okay? You seem... off."

"I'm good, Dad," you said quickly, hoping he couldn't hear the nervousness in your voice. "Just tired, I guess.."

He looked at you for a moment longer before nodding. "Alright. Well, I'm going to head back out then. Let me know if you find the keys."

As he turned to leave, you heard a muffled cough from under the bed. Your eyes widened in horror as your father stopped in his tracks, his brow furrowing.

"What was that?" he asked, turning back to you.

"What do you mean" you said quickly, desperately trying to think of an excuse. "I didn't hear anything. Is your hearing alright?"

"Hey, I'm still only 35 years young. Anyways, I'll just head out, I guess. See you later, honey." He said as he walked out the front door.

As you walked down the hallway to reach your room, you exclaimed, "Marc, what the fuck was that? The one time you NEED to be quiet, you actually cough. How on earth is that possible?"

"Hey, I didn't put all that dust under your bed," he playfully said while hugging you. "Calm down, babe. He didn't even see me."

"Yeah, but he heard your silly ass. Anyways you should just go. He might come back soon."

At least three hours had passed before your dad returned, which was kind of annoying because you had the chance to finish the movie and still had two hours left to hang out without interruptions.

"Hey honey, I'm back home," your dad said as he walked into the house. You were sitting on the couch, watching Suits (a goated show btw).

Your dad's voice startled you, making you jump slightly. You quickly paused the show and turned to face him. "Hey Dad," you replied.

He looked around the living room with a curious expression. His eyes fell upon the hoodie that Marc gave to you. The hoodie that exclusively Barcelona players got. His brow furrowed slightly as he picked it up, examining it with a puzzled look.

"Whose hoodie is this?" he asked.

You swallowed nervously, trying to come up with a plausible explanation. "Oh, uh, that's Marc's," you said, mentally cursing yourself for not changing beforehand. "He gave it to me last week."

Robert's gaze shifted from the hoodie to you, his expression unreadable. "Marc's?"

"Yeah," you nodded, trying to keep your voice steady. "We… we've been hanging out a lot. Last week i was cold so he gave it to me."

He studied you for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to gauge your sincerity. "Hanging out," he echoed, more a statement than a question.

You nodded again, feeling the weight of his scrutiny. "Okay, yeah. So, Dad, we've been dating for.. a while now."

His eyes widened in surprise, shocked expression on his face. But he didn't look angry. Instead, he let out a slow breath and nodded.

As he stared at you for what felt like an eternity, processing the information, he finally spoke out, his voice calm yet tinged with disbelief, "You and Marc... have been dating?"

"I… I didn't know how you'd react," you admitted, feeling a pinch of guilt for keeping it from him. "And I didn't want you to worry."

Robert leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. "I see," he said. "And how long has this 'while' been?"

Marc cleared his throat, speaking up, "About seven months, Mr. Lewandowski."

Your dad looked at Marc with a mix of surprise and curiosity. "Marc? What are you doing here?" he asked, seeing him in the living room unexpectedly.

"I'm sorry, sir. Y/n messaged me to come over, so I did," Marc spoke out, trying to explain his sudden arrival.

"Sorry for not telling you sooner, Mr. Lewandowski," he said earnestly. "We didn't mean to keep it from you."

Robert eased his expression and laughed. "I understand," he softly said in response. "While I can't say I'm not surprised, I appreciate your honesty. Also, Marc, we've known each other for some time now. Just call me as usual." Your father joked with his teammate, your boyfriend.

You felt a wave of relief when you realized he wasn't upset. To be honest, he looked more interested than angry. "So, what do you think, Dad?" You questioned him.

Robert leaned forward, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, if Marc here has managed to win your heart for seven months without my knowledge, he must be doing something right," he said, his tone teasing yet approving.

Marc and you exchanged a relieved smile as you felt the tension ease. Despite his reputation for being serious, Your dad has surprised you today by showing you compassion and comprehension.

You said, "Thank you, Dad," appreciating his understanding.

He chuckled loudly and replied. "Please just promise me that you will keep me updated. I'm happy for you both."

It was impossible not to feel an overwhelming feeling of relief. The secret was finally out.

[sports-on-sundays]

countertop make out sesh with marc guiu and someone walks in?🤭

stupid with love / Marc Guiu

Summary: Marc x girlfriend!reader - Sometimes there's a consequence to getting too carried away...

Warnings: well I'm just going to say it may get a little heated, I don't write scenes like this *often* so I hope it's good but we'll see

Requested: Yes.

Author's Note: 🤭 Thank you anon for the request! Sorry if it's not up to your expectation, because I don't write things like this often, but regardless, I hope you enjoy!

"There you are."

You look up from your phone and meet the brown eyes of Marc Guiu, who is standing in the doorway.

He continues into the kitchen, walking closer, "I've been looking for you. Why're you in here? Everyone else is in the living room..."

"I know," you shrug. "It's just... I don't know. It got a little loud."

Marc invited some of his friends, including a lot of the Barcelona guys, to his house for a little hang out. Of course, that also included you, being his girlfriend and all. But that's just it. The only people who know that you're dating are you and him.

And when you haven't seen each other in a while because you're both busy with your work and vacations and obligations, it gets tough to have him right in front of you, but be unable to shower him with love.

"Is everything okay?" he questions, leaning against the counter next to you.

You shrug a bit. "I don't know. I guess. It's just hard, you know... I've missed you, and I have to, you know, pretend to just be your friend, in front of all the guys. I haven't seen you in too long... And it's hard to fake it."

Suddenly, he takes a step so that he's standing in front of you, facing you, instead of next to you. Immediately, with the swift motion, his hands meet your waist, gently, and he says softer, "No, no. I understand. Completely."

And you catch the glint in his eye. "Hey, hey..." you murmur. "Calm down. Maybe we should just..."

"Just what?" he questions, clearly fighting a cheeky smirk. "I've missed you too... you know..." he murmurs, leaning closer. "And I'm sure no one will come into the kitchen... They're all too distracted to even notice we're gone..."

Your eyes search his as you feel your face heating up. "What are you planning on doing, Marc?" you ask softly, not meaning it as an invite, but more just a questioning.

But he takes it as an invite.

Your boyfriend slowly leans in, and gently tucks your hair behind your ear, before his hand returns to your waist. You feel his hot breath tickle your ear as he whispers, "Don't worry... Just enough to show you how much I've missed you..."

"Marc..." you murmur back, "you know this is stupid..."

He chuckles a little, hums, and responds, "Then maybe I'm stupid..." With his hands, he pushes your lower back into the counter, before gently lifting you and slipping you onto the counter, so that your faces are level, since he's taller than you.

And then his smooth, pink lips kiss you right below your ear lobe, and continue with a trail of kisses all down your jawline. You feel yourself heating up as his hands gently glide along your waist.

He leans away a bit, staring at you in your eyes, and you inhale as he leans back in again, and his lips meet yours. He starts kissing you gently, with soft touches of his lips against yours, causing butterflies to fly up in your stomach. But he slowly leans in more, tilting his head, pushing his mouth more into yours in a passionate kiss, telling you how much he's missed you through it. Your heart pounds in your chest as his hands gently slip under your shirt, and grip the bare skin on your waist slightly tighter. You gently allow your lips to slightly part, inviting his tongue to slip inside. His breath is quickened, and you can feel the warmth coming from his body as he presses his strong chest more into you.

Your hands travel to his lower back, and you pull him more into you, feeling the soft fabric of his shirt between your fingers. When Marc finally pulls away, breathing heavier, you warn smoothly, staring into his half-lidded eyes, "Nobody better find us..."

"Stop worrying..." he whispers back, leaning in closer once again. "Give yourself to me. It'll be okay... Just let me have you."

You exhale shakily but nod as your heart rate quickens and his lips meet yours once again, knowing you've reached the point of no return, and there's no going back now. You feel his hands slowly moving higher under your shirt, and a shiver of excitement fills your body as you let yourself melt into him, and you intensely return the emotions in his heated kisses. All the worries flow out of you as trust replaces them, not even caring anymore as the electricity of pleasure fills your body. He then gently nibbles your lip, which gets a shaky gasp out of you, and you clutch his back tighter as he delicately begins to purr about how beautiful you are. How lucky he is have you. And how he can't keep his hands off of you.

The movement of his body over yours makes you feel weak, and you're glad you're sitting on the counter, rather than leaning against it.

"Oh, just shut up..." you say with a soft giggle, your stomach tightening at the subtle, hungry look in his eyes, "and keep kissing me."

He lets out a quiet grunt before responding, "I've missed you so much, love..."

Your breath catches in your throat as his hands trace your torso softly, and he kisses your neck, giving it a gentle nibble. You let out another breathy gasp as your body quivers and he returns to your lips for more fervent kisses. His hands continue to travel further up, softly, and you feel a rush of desire and anticipation run through your whole body at how close to your chest his hands are getting, like he's teasing you.

He pushes in closer with another very soft grunt. Nothing and no one else exists right now other than you and Marc, and the feelings of connection, the shock of electricity, between the two of you.

So that's why it happens to fast and confusing when a voice in the outside world screams, "Ah- whoa! What the actual hell?!" and Marc tears himself away from you.

Your eyes shoot open, and you lean back on your hands on the counter, panting.

And your whole body freezes when your brain catches up, and there is Lamine Yamal, standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

Oh God. It just had to be the sixteen-year-old?!

He looks utterly shocked, and it's Marc who is the first one to act. He suddenly says, "Hey, you better not tell anyone what you just saw!"

"Uh..." is all the boy manages.

"No one. Got it?" Marc asks, his hand still lingering on your thigh, as if he doesn't even realize it.

"I'm, uh... traumatized," comments Lamine, slowly taking a step back.

"Traumatized?" you retort. "Give me a break! And you said you're such a romantic! Why are you even in here, anyway?" You're still hot, and feeling extremely embarrassed and somewhat indignant.

Despite it all, you kind of like Marc's hand gently remaining on you.

"I was just coming in for some snacks!"

You groan, "Marc, he's going to tell everybody!"

"You better not, you-"

"I won't!" Lamine squeals, taking another step back. You would laugh, if what happened hadn't just happened.

"Yeah, right," Marc snorts ruefully.

Lamine hesitates in the awkwardness of the situation, before saying, "I mean... so, you guys are dating, then?"

"If we are, it doesn't concern you, because nobody needs to know if we are or not," Marc claims, finally taking his hand away from you to cross his arms across his chest.

"So you are..." he says, a mischievous look on his face.

"You're sixteen!" you snap in disapproval. "Go and play with your toy trucks, for God's sake!"

"You're, only, like, three years older than me!" Lamine fires back, clearly kind of shaken by seeing his teammate with his hands under a girl's shirt, about to do-

Well, you know exactly what he was about to do, and you were looking forward to it, before Lamine had to walk in on you and ruin it.

"Well, you're the two that decided it was a smart idea to do this when you know-" Lamine starts up again, but is interrupted by Marc retorting, "You stop it. Now go back to the guys, and we'll be in there in a minute!"

"Oh, you want me to leave so you can make out more?" taunts the basically twelve-year-old.

This causes you to go even redder as Marc snaps, "No, actually!"

"Well, I'm going to have to go tell the boys about this, now... Too big not to..." He turns on his heel and leaves the kitchen playfully, but Marc calls, taking off after him, "You better not, you little idiot!"

You sit, left alone on the kitchen counter with your thoughts. You run a hand over your face, and despite it all, a soft, disbelieving smile appears on your face, as you know Marc would do anything, even wrestle his own teammate, to protect you, your reputation, and your relationship.

And you know Marc will be getting a scolding later, too, for this.

[n0vazsq]

Winner | Lamine Yamal x Reader

pairing . . . lamine yamal x gf!reader

summary . . . After watching your boyfriend play a match, he invites you over to the field so he can teach you how to play

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1.5k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . idk why it took me sm time to write this like it could've legit taken me like 40 mins but idk </3 I HOPE YOU LIKE ITTTT! i forgot i was writing a fic halfway through the football tutorial so lets ignore that <3 I YAPPED MY ASS OFF IN THIS LIKE OMG

taglist . . . @barcapix (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . The football field was still buzzing with energy as the match wrapped up. The sound of boots pounding against the turf, the cheers from the crowd, and the sharp whistle from the referee all began to fade as players gathered around, stretching and cooling off.

You had been watching from the sidelines, eyes glued to Lamine as he darted around the field with the kind of ease that made his talent look effortless.

The excitement from the game was still fresh, but your mind wandered back to the way he had been glancing your way every time he had a chance. You’d been there to support him, of course, but you couldn’t help the little excitement that ran through you each time your eyes met his.

As the final whistle blew and players started to make their way to the sidelines, Lamine broke away from the group, his expression lighting up when he spotted you. A quick wave, a playful grin, and then he jogged over to where you were standing.

"You're watching or you're playing?" Lamine asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.

"Watching," you replied, offering a smile. "You guys were amazing out there."

"Not as amazing as you," he replied with a wink, brushing his sweaty hair out of his face. His gaze softened as he looked at you, his hands resting gently on your waist.

You smiled, your heart swelling at the sincerity in his voice. "You’re my favorite player, Lamine. Always." you said, your fingers lightly tracing his jawline.

The air between you two shifted, the teasing and laughter fading into something more affectionate. Without thinking, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, the kiss slow and easy, like you both had all the time in the world.

He responded instantly, his hands moving to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. The kiss deepened, and for a brief moment, everything else disappeared, just the two of you, the feel of his lips against yours, and the quiet hum of the evening.

When you finally pulled away, your foreheads rested against each other, and you stayed like that for a while, just enjoying the quiet closeness. "I love you," Lamine whispered, his voice low, sincere.

"I love you, too," you replied, your voice soft. You could feel the warmth of his body against yours, his heartbeat steady and reassuring, and in that moment, everything felt right.

"You know," he said with a mischievous smile, "you should try it yourself."

You raised an eyebrow, unsure whether he was serious or joking. "Try what?"

"Football," he said, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. "I’ll teach you. We can make it a proper football weekend."

A laugh rose up from your chest. "I’ve never played before, Lamine. I’d probably mess it up."

He leaned in, the grin on his face widening. "You won’t mess it up. I’ll teach you. You’re smart, you’ll catch on quickly. Plus, it's just for fun."

You hesitated, but the enthusiasm in his eyes was impossible to resist. "Alright, fine. But only because you asked nicely."

Lamine led you to a quieter part of the field, away from the hustle and chaos of the game’s aftermath. The soft sound of the ball bouncing on the grass as the remaining players finished packing up and heading off was the only noise. It felt peaceful, almost surreal, like this was a private moment between the two of you.

"So, first things first," Lamine began, positioning the ball on the ground in front of him. "The basics. You kick the ball, try to keep it under control, and-"

You interrupted with a mock roll of your eyes. "I know how to kick a ball, Lamine."

He laughed and nudged you lightly, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "Just making sure. But do you know how to pass, control it, and dribble without tripping over your own feet?"

"Fair point," you said, stepping up to the ball and kicking it lightly, feeling it roll a few feet ahead. "Like this?"

"Not bad," he said, his tone approving. He came closer, showing you how to position your foot, his own demonstrating the proper technique as the ball gently tapped the grass and spun away. "Like this. You want to keep the ball close to you, not too far ahead. And don't worry about looking perfect, it’s just practice."

You tried again, this time focusing on keeping the ball close to your foot as you tapped it forward. Lamine stood close by, offering tips and making sure you didn’t get discouraged when you missed or sent the ball off in the wrong direction.

"See? You’re getting it," he said after your fifth attempt. "You just need a little more practice."

"Easy for you to say," you muttered, smiling despite yourself. "You’ve been playing for years."

"Doesn’t mean you can’t learn," he said confidently. "Everyone starts somewhere. And you’re a quick learner. I’m impressed."

You couldn’t help but feel a rush of pride at his words, even if they were just about kicking a football around. It was nice to be noticed, especially by him. You had always admired his dedication and skill on the field, but seeing him take the time to teach you felt… different. It made your heart flutter in a way you didn’t quite understand.

"Okay, now for the dribbling," Lamine said, stepping back to give you more room. "It’s all about control, and… well, not letting the ball get too far away from you."

You focused hard as he demonstrated, showing you how to move the ball with precision. After a few tries, you started to get the hang of it. You felt more confident, and that confidence seemed to spark something in Lamine.

"Hey, not bad at all," he said, grinning. "You're a natural."

"Maybe I’m just good at listening," you teased, wiping the sweat from your brow.

He laughed, stepping a little closer to you. "You’re good at more than listening."

You tried to ignore the warmth that spread through you at his words. Lamine had always had this effortless way of making you feel special without even trying.

"Alright," he said, pushing the ball toward you with his foot. "Let's see if you can get it past me."

You gave him a skeptical look. "What, now we’re playing against each other?"

"Why not?" He shrugged, clearly enjoying the playful challenge. "Don’t worry. I’ll go easy on you."

"Well, aren’t you confident?" you said, laughing as you readied yourself to try and dribble past him. The challenge had you on edge in the best way, and you focused on the ball, taking a deep breath as you tried to maneuver it around him.

The two of you danced around the field, him weaving around effortlessly, showing off his moves while you stumbled after him, trying to keep up. But each time you managed to get close, he'd use his quick footwork to steal the ball away with a teasing laugh.

"You’re getting better!" he said, as you finally managed to get a little too close for comfort, kicking the ball out of his reach.

"Don’t get cocky now," you shot back, smiling.

He walked over, clapping you on the back lightly. "You’ve definitely got potential. Who knows? Maybe we’ll make a footballer out of you yet."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You weren’t sure if he was joking or not, but the idea of spending more time like this with him, laughing and learning together, felt… nice. More than nice.

"Thanks, Lamine. For everything," you said, glancing up at him.

He flashed a grin, his usual cockiness replaced by something softer. "Anytime."

"Hey, get the ball, it's rolling away." you laughed, pointing behind him.

Running to get the ball, Lamine walked back to you, a troublesome grin playing on his lips. "Well," he said, pulling you into a side hug, "I think it’s time for my reward for teaching you football."

You raised an eyebrow, playing along. "And what would that reward be?"

"Well, first," he said, his voice dropping lower as he gently kissed your temple, "I get to kiss you again."

You laughed softly, your fingers tracing small patterns on his chest as you looked up at him. "Seems like a pretty good reward to me."

His grin widened, and without warning, he cupped your face, gently guiding you in for another kiss. This one was more urgent than before, his hands finding your waist like usual. You melted into him, your hands slipping around his neck as you deepened the kiss, savoring the taste of him.

When you finally pulled back, your heart was racing, and a playful sparkle flickered in your eyes. "Is that all I get for my efforts?"

Lamine laughed, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "For now," he teased. "But I think I’ll find more ways to show you just how much I appreciate you later."

You smiled up at him, holding his hand in yours. "I look forward to it," you said, leaning into him again, content in the warmth of his embrace.

Lamine might've won the football match, and maybe your heart too. But until now, you've won in life.

And maybe won his heart too.

[maiochiruhanabiraaa]

Birthday Suprise! (Lamine Yamal.)

A/N: Happy Birthday Lamine! 🫶

Lamine sprinted across the field, weaving through cones and darting past his teammates with grace. It was a crisp morning at the training ground for the Spanish National Football Team, and Lamine was in his element.

At Sixteen, he was one of the rising stars of FC Barcelona and Spanish football, known for his speed and precise footwork.

Nico, his close friend and teammate, ran alongside him, exchanging banter as they practiced their drills.

As they took a breather, Nico noticed a hint of sadness in Lamine's eyes, despite his usual cheerful demeanor.

"Lamine, what's on your mind, mate?" Nico asked, concern lacing his voice.

Lamine hesitated for a moment, then sighed.

"It's nothing, really. Just thinking about Y/N."

Nico nodded knowingly. Y/N was Lamine's girlfriend, and they had been inseparable since they started dating a year ago.

Today was Lamine's 17th birthday, and while everyone else had already wished him well, Y/N had claimed she was busy with school and couldn't make it.

"I'm sure she has something special planned for you," Nico reassured him.

"You know how she is with surprises."

Lamine managed a small smile.

"Yeah, you're probably right."

Little did Lamine know, Y/N had been orchestrating a surprise for weeks. With the help of Lamine's family and Nico, she had everything set up at their favorite restaurant for a post-training celebration.

Later that afternoon, after a rigorous training session, Lamine returned to the locker room to find Nico and the team unusually cheerful. They all gathered around him with grins plastered on their faces.

"Happy Birthday, Lamine!" they chorused, presenting him with a small cake adorned with candles.

Lamine was taken aback. "Wow, you guys..." he trailed off, touched by their gesture.

Nico nudged him playfully. "Come on, blow out the candles and make a wish!"

Lamine closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the weight of the day's emotions resting on his shoulders. As he blew out the candles, he made a silent wish: for happiness, success, and for Spain to win Euro 2024.

Just then, the door burst open, and there stood Y/N, holding a bouquet of Lamine's favorite flowers and a grin that lit up the room.

Lamine's eyes widened in surprise and joy.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" he exclaimed, his heart racing.

Y/N laughed, crossing the room in a few quick strides to envelop him in a warm embrace.

"Happy Birthday, Lamine! I told you I had school, but I couldn't miss celebrating with you."

Lamine couldn't help but smile widely now, feeling a surge of love and gratitude. He glanced at Nico and the team, who were all watching with knowing smiles.

"I can't believe you all kept this from me," Lamine said, shaking his head in disbelief.

Nico clapped him on the back.

"We had to keep the secret! Now come on, let's eat some cake and celebrate."

And so they did. Lamine spent the rest of his birthday surrounded by his closest friends and family, feeling incredibly lucky and loved.

As he held Y/N's hand and looked around at the smiling faces, he knew that this birthday would be one to remember.

Y/N leaned in close to Lamine, whispering in his ear, "My birthday wish for you is for every day to be as joyful as today, and for all your dreams to come true."

Lamine's family joined the circle, each expressing their heartfelt wishes and pride for him. His parents hugged him tightly, his father saying, "Happy birthday, son. You make us so proud every day."

His mother added tearfully, "You've grown into such a fine young man. May this year bring you all the happiness you deserve."

As Lamine listened to their words, he felt overwhelmed with gratitude. He squeezed Y/N's hand and looked out at his family and friends, realizing that the greatest gift of all was the love and support surrounding him.

And as for his wish? Well, only time would tell if Spain would take home the Euro 2024 trophy. But surrounded by such support and happiness, Lamine had a feeling that his wish might just come true after all.

[xndrexcruz]

Reactions | FC BARCELONA

✮- introduction: Come step into the work of Camp Nou, where you will get the chance to connect with the Barça boys.

✮- author’s note: i am aware that joão félix and marc guiu aren’t part of fc barcelona anymore (sadly 😭) but in my heart they will always be apart of barça, so they will also be included!

Requests are open 💙❤️

When They Find You Wearing Their Jersey

When You Kiss His Neck

When You Get Shipped With Another Player

When The Two Of You Drop Hints That You’re Dating

[halfwayhearted]

can you make a lamine boyfriend headcanons <333

Boyfriend Lamine Yamal Headcanons! ^_^

“don’t forget to kiss me.” / “or else you’ll have to miss me.”

Boyfriend Lamine Yamal who… comes up with silly ideas like having a ‘push-up contest’, knowing all he actually wants are compliments from you.

“Lamine, I already gave up. You can stop.”

“Okay… okay.” A breath. “How many did I do?”

“A lot! I’ve been impressed. Good job.”

Boyfriend Lamine Yamal who… will not take a normal picture. He always has to move, talk through it, or strike a random pose that doesn’t fit the picture’s aesthetic at all. It irks you, but it’s whatever.

Boyfriend Lamine Yamal who… loves going on vacation with you. He has fun regardless, though he knows he’ll have even more fun if you’re there.

Boyfriend Lamine Yamal who… tries to include you in literally everything. Practicing with Keyne? He’s calling you over so you can watch them play. However, the boy finds himself having to stop when his brother gets distracted by something.

Boyfriend Lamine Yamal who… compliments you daily. Even if you think you look bad, he’s making sure you know he doesn’t think that at all. Never will.

Boyfriend Lamine Yamal who… can’t plan anything for the life of him. When you’re talking about future dates and what he thinks of them, his only response is that he doesn’t care. As long as he’s with you, he’s a content man, as Lamine puts it.

Boyfriend Lamine Yamal who… is unable to keep his hands to himself. Or, actually, any part of him. You’ll always have your hair ruffled by him, feel the palm of his hand running over the side of your face, or even have him bumping the side of his body into yours. “Do it again and I’ll freak out.”

Boyfriend Lamine Yamal who… wants to dance almost all the time if a song he likes starts to play. It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to; you’re joining him, even when you tell him you won’t be good.

Boyfriend Lamine Yamal who… has a tendency to pull you close after any minor inconvenience. You’re annoyed at him? Yeah, well, he’s pulling you toward him. Excited? He’s already reaching for you. Upset? He’s not only holding you tightly, he’s also murmuring words of comfort that lighten your mood. A smile gracing your lips in seconds.

Boyfriend Lamine Yamal who… can be serious despite always joking around. His love for you is real.

Likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated ^_^.

DT(s) — @planetpedri + @spidybaby ! ౨ৎ

[planetpedri]

lamine blurb where it’s ’this/it reminded me of u’ moment and readers just 😭😭😭💞💞

Art class — Lamine Yamal.

Pairing: Lamine Yamal x Fem!Reader.

Summary: Having a crush on Lamine was something a lot of people at your school experience, but he was your table mate in art, and he seemed to like you back.

Word count: 700+

Disclaimer/s: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFFFFFF

A/N: art class by bea is one of my favorite songs of hers so i js had this idea!

The class was bustling around you but you sat still at your desk, fiddling with the paint brush in your hands. Lamine was late today, so that meant you had nobody to talk to. He always, without fail, talked to you. You weren’t even sure he knew your name, but the conversation’s were welcomed.

Just before the ten minute mark of class hit, the door swung open. “Sorry, Mrs.Suarez! I was talking to the principal!” He hurries to his seat across from you, sending you a quick, welcoming smile.

You return the smile, a faint blush spreading across your cheeks. You quickly try to focus back in on the portrait you were doing of a picture of a flower array you’d been assigned. Unfortunately, your mind couldn’t focus. Had he changed something? Maybe is hair? He looked extra good today.

You feel Lamine looking at you as if he was hesitating to greet you. Glancing up, you meet his eyes with a raised eyebrow. “Good morning?”

Lamine shifts in his seat, laughing through a short breath. “‘Morning.” He says your name, faintly. If you hadn’t been so keen on everything he said, you would have missed it.

Trying to start the painting, you are halted when he pushes something across the desk. Your attention trails to the object, your heart successfully stammering.

“I passed by a shop on the way to school, it—“ He was blushing, you had never seen him blush before, it was cute. “It reminded me of you.”

Picking up the keychain, you examine the pink cat portrayed on it. It had a white Lily beside its right ear and rosy cheeks. This had reminded him of you?

“Why?” You chuckle, finally looking up at Lamine.

The teen boy shrugs, “you said you liked cats, you wear pink a lot, and, well, remember our first project this year?” Wow, he was.. attentive?

You smile at the memory. You’d drawn a Lily for your first addition to your art portfolio. “This is so sweet.” You say quietly, your fingers rubbing over the indents of the gold outlines. “Thank you.”

“No problem—I mean, you’re welcome.” He changed his wording quickly, causing a small grin to form on your lips.

Your school crush had just given you a little gift that made him, ‘think of you’. You pause, “there’s no shops anywhere near our school.”

Oh.

Lamine swallows, okay so he’d lied. He was trying to find a gift to give you, something like a sweet gesture. He liked you, he wanted to see you smile.

“I took a different route to school today.” He shrugs, forcing himself to relax in his chair. “Do you like it, though?” Nice topic change, Lamine.

You nod, “I love it, actually. I’ll put it on my keychain when I get home, trust.” Your eyes fall back to the cat, tracing its outline with a small, endearing smile.

“Good, i’m glad.” Lamine’s eyes flicker across your face, taking in your expression. He had to make his move soon, but this was just the first step. He couldn’t be sure how you felt about him, but he was determined to get you to like him.

After you slip the keychain into your backpack, you sit back up. “There’s girls who would kill for you to give them gifts like this.” Your tone was serious, yet teasing. It was true, though. A lot of girls would do anything to have Lamine’s attention, yet for some reason, it was you he’d given it to.

“Don’t worry, you’re the only one who’s getting one.” He laughs, not realizing how much his words had affected you. Your stomach flipped and churned, your face burned. Was he flirting?

Lamine notices the slight change in your demeanor. “Sorry, was I too forward?”

You blink, “oh, you were being serious?”

“Yeah..?”

“Oh!” Your mouth twitches, “good to know.”

Lamine’s eyebrows raise slightly, “yeah?”

You hum, “yup!”

His head dips as he chuckles, a stupid smile taking over his face as he meets your eyes. “So, if I asked for your number you wouldn’t reject and humiliate me?”

Ooooooooooookay! Right. Right. Because Lamine Yamal was genuinely asking for your number.

“I most certainly would not.”

likes , comments , and reblog’s are all appreciated. lmk if you’d like to be tagged in future lamine posts.

DTS , @halfwayhearted @sakashq @ar4ujos @joaoflms @hrts4havertz @spidybaby !

[pedrislefttoe]

Hi, i have a req, could you please do Lamine Yamal fluff??

pedrislefttoe,

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

oh hey there?!

lamine yamal x f!reader

tw: none

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

coquette - pt 2,

you grinned happily as you sat in the family and friends section of the beautiful camp nou stadium.

lamine stood at his position as kick off began, his cute barca kit on with your signature pink ribbon sewed onto it, right above the nike logo on both the shorts and the jersey.

a few minutes had passed and lamine had been sprinting towards the opposing team's goal before getting the pass from fermin, he softly kicked the ball into the back of the net.

grinning cheekily, he ran to the corner, dedicating his goal to you.

lamine celebrated by pointing at the bow on his jersey then to you then doing a heart with his hands.

the crowd went wild.

after the match had ended, the two of you sat at a beach, eating ice cream when he let you wear his bow jersey.

lamine wore a white shirt with a pink bow printed on it on the front, just for you.

"i love ice cream," you smiled, taking a lick of your preferred ice cream flavor.

lamine grinned, "i love the beach."

he wrapped a gentle arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him as you two watched the sunset after a glorious win at camp nou.

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

[sakashq]

Hello ^-^

Could I request lamine boyfriend headcanon? 🌸

If not, that's completely fine!

Have a beautiful day ♡

Lamine Yamal 𝜗𝜚 boyfriend headcannons.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will buy you new flowers every time the last ones die.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will bring food to your house whenever you tell him you’re hungry.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who knows exactly how to handle your panic attacks and breakdowns.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will remember what you say you want and then buy it for you when you least expect it.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will show you off whenever he gets the chance.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who talks to his mom about you all the time.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who brings Keyne around you and loves watching you bond with him.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will talk about you nonstop, even during practice. His teammates always tease him and his coaches always reprimand him.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will carry your heels for you when your feet hurt.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will go all out for your birthday, surprising you more and more each year.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who is super clingy and just wants you all to himself.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will help you study for big exams and tests.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will beg you to play football with him, even if you’re horrible at it.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will claim he hates the shows you watch, but be more into them than you.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who will tease you over little things, but then reassure you afterwards.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who is interested in trying anything from your culture, including food and customs.

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!Lamine… who shows interest in your interests, and even gets into them as well.

💕 yap! I hope you like these 😕 I’ve never done bf!headcannons before so I pray these fit your liking 🙏🏾.

DTS ۫ ꣑ৎ @ar4ujos, @planetpedri, @halfwayhearted, @hrts4havertz, @iovepoem, @joaoflms 🩷

[not-magdi]

-let's bake some cookies! / lamine yamal

Warnings : None :)

Words: 906

Reading Time: 3min 37sec

A/N

Happy holidays everybody! ( I know it's a bit early but who cares), So this fic is a bit of an experiment, out of curiosity I asked ChatGPT to write me a christmasy fic, and at first I wasn't sure if I should post it but after some changes from myself, it was too cute not to.

I hope you enjoy it !

Love you guys Magdi <3

The apartment was warm and cosy, filled with the soft hum of Christmas music playing in the background. Snow fell gently outside, blanketing the streets in a shimmering white coat. Inside, the glow from the small, slightly crooked Christmas tree lit up the room, but the real warmth came from the two figures cuddled up on the couch.

Y/N was wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, her head resting on Lamine’s chest as they shared a bowl of popcorn. His arm was draped around her shoulders, holding her close, and her feet were tucked beneath her to soak up as much warmth as possible.

“This is nice,” Y/N murmured, her voice soft as she traced small circles on the fabric of his hoodie.

“Yeah,” Lamine agreed, his hand absentmindedly playing with her hair. “I could stay like this all day.”

She tilted her head up to look at him, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “But… I have an idea.”

Lamine groaned playfully, already sensing her tone. “Uh oh. What now?”

“Let’s bake cookies!” she said, sitting up slightly and grinning.

“Cookies?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Like, from scratch?”

“Of course from scratch,” Y/N said, her enthusiasm growing. “It’s Christmas! We can’t just buy cookies; that’s boring.”

“I don’t know,” Lamine teased, leaning back against the couch. “Buying cookies sounds a lot easier.”

“Lamine!” she said, nudging him with her elbow. “Come on, it’ll be fun. Besides, don’t you want the apartment to smell all nice and festive?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“Absolutely not,” she said, her smile widening.

With a dramatic sigh, Lamine pushed himself off the couch, extending a hand to help her up. “Alright, fine. Let’s bake cookies. But if we burn the place down, it’s on you.”

Y/N laughed, taking his hand and letting him pull her to her feet. “Deal.”

They headed into the kitchen, where Y/N immediately took charge, pulling out ingredients from the cupboards and fridge. Lamine leaned against the counter, watching her with a fond smile as she moved around with excitement.

“Okay,” she said, placing everything on the counter. “Flour, sugar, eggs, butter… I think we’ve got everything.”

“Do we need, like, a recipe or something?” Lamine asked, eyeing the growing pile of ingredients.

“Nah,” Y/N said confidently. “I’ve got this.”

“You’ve got this?” he repeated, skeptical.

“Yes,” she insisted, grabbing an apron and tying it around her waist. “Trust me.”

“Alright,” he said, grabbing a second apron and putting it on. “But don’t blame me if these turn out terrible.”

As they started mixing the ingredients, Lamine quickly realized that Y/N’s definition of “winging it” involved a lot of guessing. She measured the flour with a rough estimate and poured sugar into the bowl without bothering to level it out.

“Are you sure that’s enough?” he asked, pointing at the sugar.

“Trust the process,” she said, grinning.

He shook his head, laughing as he picked up the whisk to start mixing. “This is going to be a disaster.”

“Not with that attitude,” Y/N said, playfully nudging him.

Their playful banter continued as they worked, with Lamine eventually taking over the task of cracking the eggs. He managed the first one fine but fumbled with the second, a small piece of shell falling into the bowl.

“Lamine!” Y/N exclaimed, laughing.

“Hey, it’s protein,” he said, fishing the shell out with a spoon.

They dissolved into laughter and continued to mix everything together, sneaking a few kisses in here and there. It wasn’t long before the kitchen turned into a complete mess, with flour and sugar dusting the counters—and each other.

At one point, Y/N turned to grab the vanilla extract, only to feel a light puff of flour hit her cheek. She froze, slowly turning to see Lamine holding a handful of flour, a mischievous grin on his face.

“You didn’t,” she said, narrowing her eyes.

“Oh, I did,” he said, laughing as he threw another handful at her.

Y/N grabbed a fistful of flour from the counter and retaliated, hitting him square in the chest. What started as a simple baking session quickly devolved into a full-blown flour fight, their laughter echoing through the apartment.

By the time they called a truce, they were both covered in white powder, their faces and clothes unrecognizable.

“We’re a mess,” Y/N said, leaning against the counter to catch her breath.

“You look like a snowman,” Lamine teased, brushing flour off her nose.

“And you look like an avalanche victim,” she shot back, laughing.

Despite the chaos, they eventually got the cookies into the oven. Exhausted but happy, they flopped onto the couch while they waited, sharing a blanket as they sipped on hot chocolate.

“Next time,” Lamine said, leaning his head against hers, “we’re buying cookies.”

Y/N smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. “Maybe. But this was fun.”

“Yeah,” he admitted, his hand finding hers under the blanket. “It was.”

When the timer went off, they returned to the kitchen to find that the cookies were… less than perfect. Some were burnt, others were misshapen blobs, but neither of them cared.

“They’re unique,” Y/N said, picking up a particularly lumpy one.

“They’re awful,” Lamine said, taking a bite and grimacing.

They both laughed at their imperfect cookies somehow making the evening even better. It wasn’t about the end result—it was about the memories they’d made together, flour fights and all.

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