#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

[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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[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

[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.

[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.

[pedrilcvr]

If you want to — Lamine Yamal.

Pairing: Lamine Yamal x Fem!Reader

Trope: Friends to lovers

Word Count: 1,8K

Summary: Lamine noticed you hadn’t been sleeping and offers to spend the night with you so you aren’t alone. But you hadn’t expected his presence to relax you so much.

Disclaimer/s: all fluff <3 talks of not sleeping (insomnia), cursing.

A/N: This is based off “If you want to” by Beabadoobee!

A nudge to your shoulder had snapped you to attention, your heart rate skyrocketing as you’d just been woken from a half-sleeping state. Rubbing your tired eyes, you turn your attention to your best friend, your eyebrows furrowed. “What? Did I miss something?”

A quiet chuckle leaves Lamine’s lips as he nods his head to the rest of the classroom. Everyone was packing up their things before shuffling their way out of your maths class.

“You practically slept through the whole period.” Lamine notes as you begin putting your own things into your backpack.

Even then, you were moving at a sluggish pace. “My bad.” You sigh, tugging on the metallic zipper with an irritated huff. It’d got caught on the fabric, not budging no matter how harshly you tugged on it.

Before you could lose your temper, Lamine gentle takes the black backpack from your grasp. You watch with a frown as he slowly and gently fixes it, zipping it all the way down without any more of a struggle.

He hands it back with a teasing look, “next time don’t try to rip it apart and maybe it’ll cooperate?”

“Shut up.” You huff, standing up to tug the straps onto your shoulders.

Exiting the classroom, you walk beside Lamine. It was now lunch time, which meant you had the whole thirty minutes to possibly nap in the Library while the athlete got his fair share of carbs in.

“How much sleep did you get last night?” The boy beside you asks, his eyebrows dipped in concern.

Chewing on your bottom lip you reply honestly, “three or four, give or take. Probably closer to three.”

You wish you were joking, but unfortunately your insomnia was taking a tole on you. Getting worse and worse since the school year had started. It was pretty evident in your face as well, as Lamine had pointed out a few times before. Large purple eye bags and heavy eyes had now become your normal. No makeup could conceal the tired look that was always on your face.

Lamine nods his head slowly, opening the light washed doors for the both of you. He says your name in a drawled out tone, cocking his head to the side as he watches you walk past him and into the bustling cafeteria, “you gotta get more sleep, man.”

“I know that!” You groan, “but I just can’t sleep, like ever. It sucks too because I get so bored, but my brain just doesn’t shut off.”

“What if I come over tonight? I’ll hang out with you and we can study for the exam on Monday, maybe it’ll tore you out?” Lamine suggests, his smile genuine as he grabs the red trey before entering the short line for food.

“Really?” You perk up, “I mean, only if you want to, don’t feel obligated or anything.” You add on quickly, grabbing your own trey.

Lamine laughs, “if I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t have suggested it.” He grins, his elbow lightly tapping your bicep, sending a flurry of something new to your stomach. Something you definitely needed to ignore.

—

That night, Lamine texted you to inform you he’d be over right after he helped his mom clean up dinner. You smiled as you typed back a quick response to let him know the door would be unlocked.

It’d taken very little convincing for your parents to give the all okay when you’d asked if Lamine could stay over, as it was a very normal thing between you since you were kids. Plus, it helped that it was a Friday night.

You were sitting comfortably on your bed, the TV on and playing season three of Criminal minds (your second rewatch of the month), when your door opened without a knock. Lamine’s pajama clad figure entering soon after.

“Hey—“ He stops short, looking to the TV with a disappointed look. “Didn’t you just finish season fifteen like.. last week?”

“Technically, five days ago actually.” You shrug, watching as he makes his way around the bed, setting his backpack on the edge of the bed before slipping onto the bed.

He grabs the remote, pausing the episode. “Have you ever considered that damn show is why you can’t sleep?” He quirks his eyebrow, pressing the red button at the top of the remote, turning the TV black.

“Hey—! I was—whatever, ugh.” You slump back onto your many pillows with a huff of air. “It is just background noise, honestly.”

“Whatever you say..” Lamine sighs, reaching for his laptop in his backpack, pausing and turning to you, “are you going to get yours or..”

You blink, realizing you’d been staring at him without a thought in your head. “Oh! Right.. Homework and studying.. how fun.” Not.

For the next thirty minutes you attempted to focus on the work in front of you, but your mind was trailing off to earlier that day. You’d felt a strange sensation at his touch, one you hadn’t felt before and it was consuming your thoughts now more than ever as he sat beside you, your legs touching.

With a defeating groan, you close your laptop. “I can’t do this. I’m so sick of school, I just want to sleep.” Your frown deepens on your lips as you tilt you head to the side, resting it against the wall as Lamine mirrors you.

“Then sleep?” He offers obviously. “Without the TV on.” He quickly adds, a small grin on his face.

“I’m gonna hit you.” You scowl, but begin to put your laptop and textbook onto the side table.

Lamine does the same, setting them aside and getting comfortable under your large white blanket. Once the two of you were settled, you close your eyes, begging sleep to find you easily.

It doesn’t.

You toss and you turn and you huff and puff, yet you cannot sleep.

A loud yelp escapes your lips as Lamine rolls over, placing an arm around your waist and securing you against him, forcing you to stop moving.

“You’re being loud.” He grumbles through a sleepy voice. And that was enough to shut you up.

Lying in his arms, your heart beat rapidly slowing in your chest the longer he held you. And then the unexplainable happened, you fell asleep, a small smile on your face at the feeling of his soft breaths on your shoulder.

—

Your eyes flutter open, immediately clamping shut as the bright sunlight that burned your eyes. Letting out a loud whine, you move to face away from the sun, only to find your movement halted by the weight of an arm around you.

Right.

You open your eyes again, slower this time as they adjust to the sight in front of you. Lamine was silently scrolling on TikTok, his phone resting against your pillow, his head still resting beside yours.

A smile creeps onto your face, “what are you doing?” You laugh, moving your head to catch sight of his.

“Watching TikTok, what does it look like?” He quips, a humor filled grin on his face as he stares into your eyes, drinking in the way the sunlight hits off your face. He finds himself getting lost in the way your eyes are twinkling with amusement.

Clearing your throat, you face his phone once again, “well turn up the sound, weirdo.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He says, clicking the side of his phone till it’s at the perfect level. Butterflies attack your stomach at his words, but you push the feeling aside as you two watch his for you page, laughing at the stupid and funny ones, occasionally teasing him when an edit of himself pops up.

It’s not until your eyes flicker up to the time when you gasp, “Lamine! It’s 1:30? Why did you let me sleep in so long!?”

“I didn’t want to wake you!” Lamine argues defensively, “you needed your sleep.” He says the last sentence a lot more softly, more out of care than to actually prove a point.

Your bottom lip juts out, “wait, thats sweet. Appreciate it.” You grin, turning around to place a peck on his cheek, which was a normal thing you did, but this time he hadn’t expected it.

Lamine turns to face you, just as your lips were supposed to connect with his cheek, his lips are suddenly in the way. Soft lips instead of soft cheeks catches you off guard, your eyes widening as you quickly pull away.

“Oh fuck—“ You stutter out, “i’m so—“

“No! No—it’s okay!” He’s stumbling over his own words, both of your cheeks are flushed as you look at each other in shock.

It’s quiet for a moment, both of you staring at one another with slightly parted lips, the silence deafening. You were still in his arms, he was still holding onto you, neither of you dared to move.

“I’m so sorry, I genuinely didn’t mean to do that.” You finally cough out, your eyes narrowing with worry. Did you just fuck everything up?

Lamine’s chocolate eyes soften, “don’t feel sorry.”

Maybe you were reading too into things, but was he trying to say something more?

“I just kissed you..?” You cringe at the way the words that come from your mouth, you sounded like an idiot. This was humiliating.

Lamine’s mouth opens, then closes, then he gives you that look. The one he gave you every time you were slow to catch a meaning behind something. The one that made his lips pull back and his cheeks puffed a little. A look you loved.

God, you loved it. You loved him.

“What? Why are you making that face?” You say through a nervous giggle.

“I don’t want you to be sorry for kissing me, I just want you to do it again.” Lamine says, a bit more confidence in his voice as he does so. He was looking at you with longing in his eyes, and you couldn’t deny him any longer.

Your lips press against his again, feeling the way his lips form a smile as he kisses you right back. His hand snakes through your hair, pulling you impossibly closer. The second you pull away, he’s peppering your lips with mini kisses, grinning like an idiot all the while.

You fall back against your pillows, a lovesick smile on your face as he leans over you, brushing stray strands of your bed hair out of your face.

“You look like a goof.” You tease, hand reaching up to touch his that was cupping your face.

“You’re not allowed to make fun of me, I just helped you get the best sleep of your life,” he points out, mater-of-factly before adding, “loser.”

Rolling your eyes, you swat his hand away, “ohhh, don’t let it get to your head.”

After a few more bickering exchanges, you both agree to start your day officially, both exiting your room to go make some ‘breakfast’.

Sickeningly sweet smiles on both of your faces as you make your way downstairs, Lamine’s hand never leaving yours.

(DT) @halfwayhearted ILY. Thank you for helping me on this my bonkkkk💟.

[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

[looooochie]

𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 | lamine yamal

summary: lamine toys around with his girlfriend.

TODAY, WAS YOUR sister's 19th birthday. And as she should, and of course, she invited you to it.

your outfit:

You were doing your makeup, as your partner was preparing to go to practice. He looked at you, and smiled.

Lamine admired your pale blue dress, and the all the accessories such as the butterfly hair clip in it.

As you already know, the Moroccan is a bit mischievous. And you felt a pair of eyes staring at you, and next thing, you slightly jump and the lipstick got misplaced on your face. All Lamine did was smirk as you gently tap his cheek.

"Lamine... now I have to do my makeup all over again.." you say in a tsundere-ish tone. "So what? Aren't I allowed to jumpscare you a little?" he replies slyly.

"No.. Now dont you have training to get to?" you ask. His smile faded almost immediately.

"Shit.. I gotta go!" he says giving you a kiss, and his spit went into that kiss. He wipes it off which smudges your makeup even more. He did it on purpose.

"See you at the party later!" Lamine says, before getting out the door.

Wait what? What did he mean by 'See you at the party later' ? You didn't think much of it, before getting your makeup kit and repairing the smudged parts.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋ ✧˚.༘⋆

After getting out the car, you look at your sister's house, it. Was. Lit. You could even see some people standing outside the house, that's how lit it really was.

You walking in through the front door to see tons of people in there. A lot of ballons, the music was blasting, and vice versa. Then you go to the backyard and yeah, pretty much the same, but with some people in the pool.

Excited, you search around your sister, and you find her, she looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing a tiara, a black dress along with some jewelry and black gloves to finish it off. You go up to her and she sees you.

(I'm just going to use Sira as an example of your sister's name)

Sira runs up to you, enveloping you in a warn, loving hug. "Hey, I'm glad you made hermana!" she says, very happy to see you.

I mean, Sira went out of Barcelona to fulfill her acting dreams and hadn't seen you in about 3 years. So she was. ECSTATIC.

"So, how has acting been for you?" you ask smiling. "Its been good. I'm just excited you're here." Sira replies. She moves her head a bit and sees your partner going in.

"Hey Y/N.. What's your boyfriend here for?" she asks. You turn around and your eyes widen. Lamine comes in and starts talking with the boys there.

"Uhh Sira.. I'm just going to Lamine. Is that okay?" you ask, a bit stressed. "Sure. I don't mind!" Sira replies. You slowly run towards Lamine and luckily, you didn't trip because of your Converses.

When you get to Lamine, you rapidly tap his shoulder. And he turns around. "Amor.. What the fuck are you doing here??"

"Oh, we got off training early and your sister's boyfriend,also known as my teammate, let me come." he smiles and slightly shifts so you could see him.

"Hey, what's good Y/N?" he begins. You smile and look at him closely, then you realize that it was Alejandro Balde, Barça's left back. "Hey, you're Alejandro Balde right?" you question.

"Yep, that's me. And by the way, I'm your sister's boyfriend." Alejandro smiles. "Thats cool dude. How long have you and Sira been dating?"

"Oh, it's been about two weeks. We met on Instagram and we liked eachother ever since." Alejandro replies. Next thing you knew, you found yourself having a conversation between Lamine and Alejandro, your new friend.

Ale looks around and sees the people gathering around. "Oh guys, we're about to go sing happy birthday now." Alejandro says, as he gets up from the sofa and goes in the garden. You and Lamine join him and walk towards the garden, hand in hand.

(I'm lazy asf so skip)

You look at the cake you were eating and you were stewing a little. It did feel a little stuffy in there so you wanted to take a breather. You go outside and sit on the porch, looking at the night sky.

The door opens and Lamine goes outside aswell and sits next to you. "Why did you just walk out like that?" Lamine asks.

"It was a little hard to breathe in there, and it was really chaotic." you reply. In return, Lamine pulls you close and puts an arm around you.

"I get you. It kinda was crowded." "Thanks." you say, and give him a kiss on the cheek. This moment was the best, just you, Lamine, and the, dark, night sky.

"Hey, remember when we got our first tattoos?" you ask, breaking the silence. "Yeah, that was actually pretty cool. I used to think if you get a tattoo, you're putting scribble scrabble on yourself." Lamine laughs.

You look down and your arm, and the ink it has. It was Lamine's debut date for Barcelona, you practically had to get that on you. Meanwhile his tattoo is of your name and birthday, so he had two.

"The tattoo thing was a really good idea Y/N." "I know." you responded as you, shift closer to Lamine and just, be there. For him.

[littlebeluu]

Hi! Hope you're day is going well :)

If it's okay I'd like to request smth for marc, if not just ignore this haha. I actually have a few ideas but just pick the one you like the most :)

1. It's kinda similar to the one you already wrote I guess but reader being insecure cos shes not as conventionally attractive as other wags, like she's not ugly but she's not a model either yk? Maybe also like people online hating on her body and/or weight and she doesn't wanna make a big deal out of it but marc notices and like reassures her and stuff (also in my head, reader is like a really private person who doesnt like a lot of attention, has her social media accounts on private and doesn't post anything except a handful of stories every now and then but that's obvi just me, doesn't have to be like that)

2. Marc reaching reader catalan (in my mind reader can already speak Spanish but that's not a must obvi)

3. Marc teaching reader football and she's just really bad at it haha idk I think it could be cute

4. Height difference (I'm 5'3 haha so this is really a self insert) like maybe reader wearing his clothes for the first time and they're so adorably oversized on her or like just anything about height difference really :)

You can obviously change stuff about the requests if there's anything you don't feel comfortable with or don't like, I don't mind. Sorry if it's too much stuff at once btw, I'm not really good at writing this kinda stuff.

Thanks so much in advance already, I hope you have an amazing day (or night, depending when you're reading this haha)

I'll do other ones too 🫶🏻

I might have some trouble to do the second one cause I also don't speak catalán but I'll try anyway.

"Insecure"

marc guiu x female reader

warnings: none

The car engine hummed softly as Marc and I settled into our seats after training. Our eyes met in the rearview mirror, and I felt a flutter in my chest. Despite the hours apart, his presence still had that effect on me.

"Hey," Marc greeted, his voice warm but tinged with concern.

"Hey," I responded, trying to muster enthusiasm.

Marc's brow furrowed as he studied my reflection. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, forcing a smile. "Yes."

His eyes narrowed, unconvinced. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.

Marc sighed, reaching for the radio. As music filled the car, we drove in silence, the tension palpable. Every few minutes, I caught him glancing at me, worry etched on his face.

"I'm fine," I assured him, though the words felt hollow.

"You're lying," he said softly, his voice a mixture of hurt and frustration.

I hesitated, torn between protecting him from my insecurities and the need to be honest. "It's just..."

"Tell me," he encouraged, his tone gentler now.

"Why do you think I'm upset?" I deflected, buying time.

Marc's eyes softened as he looked at me. "I don't know, but I've noticed you haven't really smiled today. Not your genuine smile, anyway."

"Of course I did," I protested weakly.

"No," he shook his head. "I know you better than anyone else. I can tell when you're feeling down, even if you don't say anything."

His words hung in the air as I struggled to find my voice.

"What's wrong, babe?" Marc pressed, his concern evident. "You're going to tell me, or..." He trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished.

I took a deep breath, feeling tears prick at my eyes. "I'm sorry. It's nothing important."

"It must be something if your smile hasn't been genuine in the past 24 hours."

"Yeah, well..."

"Just say whatever it is," he urged, his voice a mixture of frustration and worry.

"Honestly? People have been saying horrible things about me lately," I admitted, my voice cracking.

Marc's expression darkened. "What? Who?"

"It's okay," I tried to reassure him, wiping away a stray tear. "Really. Just forget about it."

"No," Marc insisted, pulling the car over to the side of the road. He turned to face me fully. "What happened?"

I hesitated, feeling foolish. "It's stupid."

"Just tell me," he pleaded, taking my hand in his.

"Your teammates' girlfriends posted photos with me yesterday," I began, my voice barely audible.

"And?"

"Everyone's saying horrible stuff. Like... like I'm the ugliest and fattest girlfriend."

Marc's face contorted with anger and disbelief. "What? Who's saying this?"

"People online," I mumbled, ashamed of how much it affected me.

"So nobody real?" he asked, his tone softening.

"Well, they could actually exist somewhere," I argued weakly.

"Don't even joke around," Marc frowned. "They don't deserve any importance. You shouldn't read comments under their posts anyway."

I sighed, looking out the window. "I know I shouldn't, but sometimes I can't help it. It's like picking at a scab - you know it's bad for you, but you do it anyway."

Marc's expression softened with understanding. "I get it, but those comments are toxic. They're not worth your time or energy."

"You're right," I admitted, turning back to face him. "I just wish I could stop caring what others think."

Marc reached over and squeezed my hand. "It's not easy, but we'll work on it together. Your worth isn't determined by strangers on the internet."

I took a deep breath, feeling vulnerable. "I guess sometimes those words hurt more than others. Like... maybe I wish I had more confidence. Being known is so overwhelming, and I wish I knew how to get over myself. I guess... I envy the confidence of other girls I meet."

Marc's eyes filled with understanding and love. "You're not ugly nor fat, Y/n. You're beautiful, inside and out."

"I didn't say I was, people said it," I protested weakly.

"But you think it," he said softly, his thumb tracing circles on my hand.

"No," I lied, unable to meet his gaze.

Marc cupped my face gently, forcing me to look at him. "Tell me something, Y/n. When was the last time you read something nice?"

I felt a rush of guilt for worrying him. "Well today, you told me something nice this morning. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound like such a baby."

"Stop apologizing," he said firmly. "You're beautiful, and I'm so lucky to be your boyfriend. But more than that, you're kind, intelligent, and strong. Those people online? They don't know you. They don't see how you light up a room, how you make everyone around you feel special."

Tears spilled down my cheeks as Marc's words washed over me. He pulled me into a tight embrace, and I buried my face in his shoulder.

"I love you," he whispered into my hair. "Every part of you. And I promise, we'll work on building your confidence together. You don't have to face this alone”

As we sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, I felt a weight lift from my shoulders. The cruel words of strangers seemed to fade away, replaced by the warmth of Marc's love and support.

"Thank you," I murmured, pulling back to meet his gaze. This time, my smile was genuine.

Marc leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a soft, tender kiss. It was gentle and reassuring, conveying all the love and support he had for me. As we parted, he rested his forehead against mine, our breaths mingling.

I reached up, running my fingers through his hair before pulling him in for another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate. When we finally broke apart, we were both slightly breathless.

Marc started the car again, but before pulling back onto the road, he turned to me with a mischievous grin. "Now, how about we go get some ice cream and plot our revenge on those haters"

I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in days. "Ice cream, yes. Revenge... maybe we'll save that for another day."

As we drove off, hand in hand, I realized that while I couldn't control what others said about me, I could choose to surround myself with love and positivity. And with Marc by my side, I felt ready to face whatever challenges came our way.

Before we reached the ice cream shop, Marc pulled over once more. He cupped my face gently and gave me one last, lingering kiss. "You're beautiful," he murmured against my lips. "Inside and out. Don't ever forget that."

I smiled into the kiss, feeling truly loved and cherished. With Marc's support and these tender moments, I knew I could overcome any insecurity. We drove on, looking forward to our ice cream date, our hands intertwined and hearts full of love.

[guiusse]

blond. - marc guiu

warnings: none that i know of, some curse words

ik i said id never write ab blonde marc guys cuz it physically hurts me but i tried anyways !! this one took suchhh a looong time but i hope u guys like it.

are you fkin insane? you texted marc immediately upon seeing the story of him proudly getting a buzzcut. one thing you've always liked about him was his fluffy hair, the way it bounced perfectly whenever he ran, the softness it had when you'd run your hands through it, the honey like color that you always told him you wish your kids would inherit and the way it just made him ten times hotter than he already was.

"absolutely mental." you exclaimed as soon as he walked into the bedroom, showing off his new hair with a smug smile. you stood up, looking up at him and touching the now buzzed and bleached hair. "i want to strangle you, can i strangle you?"

he laughed, giving you a side to side view of his hair. "you like?" he smirked, chuckling when you shook your head no. "i like? no marc, i'm going insane. just who in hell told you to do this?"

"i look handsome, no?" he said, his thick spanish accent lingering as he spoke, "you better hope your hair grows fast." you said in a jokingly threatening way.

"oh c'mon, does it really not suit me?" he groaned, holding your waist as you touched his head. "everything suits you, unfortunately." he still looked hot, he always does. this was just such a big change that you couldn't physically comprehend it.

"so you like it?" he smiled, leaving light kisses on your neck. "i don't hate it."

"i was going to put your name in red dye, show off who my girlfriend is" he said, pulling away from your neck a little, "horrendous idea. do that and i'll murder you, blondie."

oh boy, you sure slept that night - with marc, laying his head on your chest, his new buzz being ticklish on your face - hoping that his hair grew fast. just how long till you see brunette marc again?

𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔲𝔰𝔰𝔢 '24.

[halfwayhearted]

Just cute Lamine yamal x girlfriend!reader fluff pls

In Your Arms — Lamine Yamal.

Pairing: Lamine Yamal x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have a stuffed animal he hadn’t noticed before, and the moment he spots it, playful teasing follows.

Word Count: 420+

Disclaimer/s — Fluff!

A/N: Super short, but! This makes me ill, so… thank.

Peaceful. This moment right here was peaceful.

You and your boyfriend were lying in bed. His head rested on your lap while you both watched a movie on your TV. However, you found more joy in gently tracing your fingers down his face. Starting at the bridge of his nose, moving down to his jawline, and up to his ears. Then repeating the soothing motion all over again.

Saying you were content would probably just be putting it mildly. An understatement.

It seems you've spoken way too soon at the sight of him shifting slightly. His eyebrows furrow in confusion when he feels something near his hip. Lifting his arm, he shuffles it under the blanket and pulls out something that quite literally makes you flush in complete and utter embarrassment.

“What's this?” He asked, his smile melding into a smirk. “I didn't know you had a stuffed animal.”

You tried to play it off. “Who doesn’t?”

“I don’t.” Oh, right. Right, of course. Awkward.

“Well... everyone's different,” you replied with a shrug of your shoulders. All he does is laugh in response, causing your eyes to narrow.

“Hm. Yeah, yeah, everyone is,” the boy muttered. “Let me ask you this: how old are you?”

Your eyes widen at that, and you reach forward to snatch the blue stuffed bunny out from his hands, your face flushing even more. “I think I might have to break up with you after that, not kidding.”

Lamine’s eyebrows pinch together, slowly using his elbow to prop himself up. “What? Uh, no.”

“Uh, yes,” a pause, “Jerk.”

“No—hey, I love you, and I love...” he trailed off, looking at you expectantly. You realized what it was he was wanting you to say.

“Oh! I don’t know. It changes, like, everyday.”

He nods, “Well, I love… it?”

“You’re so only saying that because you don’t want to end up single.” You giggled softly, but all he did was huff and snatch the bunny back into his grasp. Resting his head back onto your lap, he looked over at the TV, his fingers subconsciously messing with the animal's arms and legs, the sight making your heart flutter in your chest. So, leaning down, you placed a small kiss to the edge of his eyebrow, that being the only place you could really reach. “Hey, okay, I love you, too.”

His triumph was clear, “You’re just saying that because you thought I was being serious.”

“Do you actually want to be single, let me know.”

“No!” He quickly replies, “I love you.”

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

DT(s) — @pedrilcvr ! ౨ৎ

[blackgirlwhowrites2k23]

Can you pleasee do where the reader (his gf) and Balde are doing matching outfits a week long and they're posting it on social media (basically soft launching) and fans go crazy about it then at the end of the week one big hard launch😌🫶

Yourusername added to their story

Story Caption: When I'm with you

I fall deeper in love

Swingin'

This feeling is the one thing my heart is sure of

💕💕

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2 weeks later……

Alejandrobalde added to their story

Story Caption: 🙈❤️

Alejandrobalde posted for the first time in a while

Alejandrobalde The Pack🐺🖤

fan1 Boy, you know nobody gaf about Vegas💀 🤦‍♀️Who was that in your story!?!?😝

fan2 Right!! He’s acting like I didn’t have a heart attack when I saw it😭😭

Ronaldaraujo_4 Always a great time with these guys

Alejandrobalde Always🖤

Pablogavi Thanks for the invite❤️

Ronaldaraujo_4 You can’t even drink, aren’t you like 12?

fan3 I wish I could be friends with the Barca boys! They seem so fun 🥲

fan4 They do!

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Yourusername added to their story

Ansufati sent you a message on Instagram

Ansufati What’s all this undercover stuff for. We’re not detectives

Yourusername Private, not a secret 😌

Ansufati Ok but we all know who this is

Yourusername Private, not a secret 😒

Ansufati🫣

Alejandrobalde posted on his story

Story Caption: 🥰

Ansufati Jesus, you too

Alejandrobalde …….

Ansufati Private not a secret🙄

Y’all cute though. Always matching 🙈

Wish I could see your faces.

Together.

In one photo.

Alejandrobalde💀

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Yourusername added 2 photos to their 🥰💕 highlight

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Alejandrobalde posted for the first time in a while

Alejandrobalde 1 year down, infinite more to go

Pedri woah! me and who?😹

fan4 HARD LAUNCH TIME !!!🚀

fan1 1 year! Like a whole year? Where have I been

fan2 Must’ve been around the time since that Paris trip last year, that’s when she first posted him

Ansufati You mean she posted the back of his head🙄

fan1 OmG?😭

Joaofelix79 Young love 🥹🥰❤️

Lamineyamal Who invited gramps?

fan5 love this for them

Yourusername NOOO! You beat me to it😭🫶🏾

Alejandrobalde Couldn’t hold my love in any longer 😅❤️

Lamineyamal I’m going to throw up

[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

[zombvic]

would you write one of hector fort and reader being in an argument and reader crying because of the accumulated stress and hector comforting reader afterwards pls

PLUS ONE (hector garcía fort x reader)

summary : in which hector gets invited to a team event, which comes with a certain challenge

face claim : no-one

notes : first time writing angst lol sorry if its soft but im a noobie

pairings : hector fort x reader , angst

HECTOR and I have been dating for about a year. Our relationship has been very low-key, with only our families knowing about it. We both agreed it was better this way—he has his fangirls, and I would assume they would go ballistic if they found out Hector had a girlfriend. Not even the Barca players knew; some, slowly caught on, but apart from a few REALLY soft, soft launches, it was basically non-existent to the public eye.

It was a typical Saturday evening when Hector came over to my apartment after a training, a bit more excited than usual. “Guess what?”

“What’s up, babe?” I asked, looking up from my phone.

“I got invited to the FIFA Football Awards event next month. It’s a big deal; all the top players will be there,” he said, sitting down beside me.

“Wow, that’s amazing, Hector! I’m so proud of you,” I replied, genuinely happy for him.

“And they said I could bring a plus one,” he added, his voice trailing off as he looked at me expectantly.

I paused, my excitement fading slightly. “Oh, that’s.. nice.”

Hector noticed the change in my tone and his brows furrowed. “I want you to come with me,” he said firmly.

“Hector, you know we agreed to keep this low-key. An event like that, with all the media and attention… it’s not exactly low-key,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know, but it’s just one event. We don’t have to hide forever. Besides, I want to share this moment with you.”

I shook my head. “It’s not that simple. Once we go public, things will change. People will start prying into the life of my family and I. I don’t want that kind of stress.”

“But I want to be able to be with you openly. It’s been over year. I’m tired of hiding” he argued, his frustration evident.

He got up and walked around the room. 

"So, why can't we do just one thing together? "I just want one, public, night together." 

"It never lasts a night. Today it's the awards; tomorrow it'll be something different."

"Where does it end?" I exclaimed, my voice rising as my anger increased. 

"I don't see why you're so against this. It's not like I'm asking you to do something really crazy." 

"I just want my girlfriend to be there for me, to support me." he said, his voice filled with distress.

"And I support you, Hector. Every. Single. Day, I offer you my whole support. However, this is not like usually. It isn't just about us. It's all about the media, fans, and attention.

"It's genuienly too much."

Hector paused while walking, his eyes softening. "I had no idea that was giving you so much anxiety. I just thought... Maybe it was time to announce our relationship, I don't know."

With a shaky voice, I took a deep breath. "Hector, it's not that I don't want to be with you honestly. It’s just that I’m scared. Scared of what will happen when everyone knows. Scared of the pressure, the judgment."

"I apologize for pressuring you. Im sorry. I just... I want you to know that no award or event is equivalent to how much you mean to me. I just wanted everyone to see the girl i adore and love so very much."

"You don’t get it, Hector. You're used to the constant focus on you and your loved ones. I'm not famous in any way, nor do I desire to be."

Hector's face fell, guilt and regret obvious and clear in his eyes. "I'm sorry; I should've taken your feelings into consideration. I just assumed that-"

“You assumed what? That I would suddenly be fine with our private life being exposed to the world?” I interrupted, slowly feeling the anger rise in me.

“I thought we could handle it together,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“But I’m not as strong as you think I am, Hector,” I said, my voice breaking. “I never cry, I never let things get to me. But this… it’s just too much. I can’t do it. What if they try to break us apart? It's so overwhelming. What if the media digs into our personal lives and spreads lies? What if your fans start hating me, or I say something wrong, and it affects you? The anxiety is eating me alive."

Feeling the weight of everything squeezing me, I shook my head. "Hector, I'm not as strong as you expect me to be. I can’t handle the thought of people judging us, criticizing us. With all this pressure, the idea of losing you is too much for me to handle."

"Hector, you just don't get it. You're used to being the focus of attention. However, I'm not. I'm more than scared, I'm basically petrified."

I looked aside, trying to cover my face as the tears I had been keeping back suddenly burst out. Hector stood there for a brief momentwatching me with a distressed expression. Then, slowly, he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

“I’m so sorry, love. I didn’t realize how much this was affecting you. We don’t have to go public if you’re not ready. We can take our time,” he said, his voice gentle and soothing.

I leaned into his embrace, my sobs shaking my body. “Thank you. I just need time.”

He squeezed me even tighter and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. "Take as much time as you need. I'm always here to support you. I love you."

The tension began to ease as we stood there, holding another closely. I knew that between us, we would get through this. That was the only thing that mattered for now.

first time ever writing angst hope its what you imagined while requesting 𖹭

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