#lamine yamal imagine

[pedriache]

Love ur work! How ab a lamine angst fic where things between them didn’t work out and now that he’s willing to try, reader is upset/confused bc why now

Toothache — Lamine Yamal.

Pairing: Lamine Yamal x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lamine wanted to try again—to give you his all, but all you could think about was ‘why now?‘

Word count: 1.35k

Disclaimer/s: angst , second chances , crying , messy past breakup.

A/N: I love writing angst ^_^~

Heavy breathing was what you heard the second you picked up the phone. You hadn’t bothered checking the caller ID, it was two in the morning and the call had woken you up from a deep slumber.

“Hello?” You mumble, clearing your voice to rid it of the sleep induced rasp.

“Hey, it’s me.” He didn’t need to introduce himself, you recognized his voice even if he whispered. Lamine wasn’t someone you could forget.

You were wide awake now. His voice shooting blots of energy throughout your body. “Lamine? It’s—“ You pull the phone away from your ear, looking from his caller ID, to the time at the top corner of your phone, “it’s two in the fucking morning.”

Lamine plays with the corner of his textbook, he’d been attempting to work on homework, but you were the only thing on his mind. “Yeah, I know.” His voice is quiet, like his mind was elsewhere.

Although you knew you didn’t have to feel concern, it was hard to ignore. “Are you okay?” You mirror his quiet voice, softening it to show your genuine care. Lamine’s heart felt heavy with guilt, he hated when you used that voice.

He knew he didn’t deserve the concern you’d always showed him throughout the years of knowing each other, let alone when you’d dated.

“Yeah, yeah.” He clears his throat, “can I come over?”

Your eyes fluttered shut. Not only were you exhausted, you also knew your parents wouldn’t like to see him showing up without their knowledge. “That’s not a good idea… we can meet elsewhere. I can come over, are your parents home?”

Lamine glances up from the kitchen table where he’d been doing homework, ���yeah, but they won’t mind.” There’s a pause before he continues, “they miss you.”

Unnecessary. That did not need to be added, and Lamine knew that.

Rubbing your eyes, you climb out of bed, head tilted to the side to keep your phone next to your ear as you reached for a hoodie. Sliding on a pair of slippers, you reach for your keys on your desk. “I’ll be over in a few, do you need anything?”

You were always far too willing to comfort your ex. He’d called you like this many times. Mostly, he just needed your company, but sometimes he needed to talk to someone. For some reason, whether intentional or not, Lamine could only open up to you.

No matter how messy your breakup had been, you hadn’t been best friends for over a decade just to stop because he couldn’t put effort into an actual relationship.

“I’ll leave the door unlocked.”

The drive was only fifteen minutes to Lamine’s house. You hadn’t played music, an unsettling feeling coming over you. This time, something felt different. Lamine’s tone was different.

Unbuckling your seatbelt and locking the doors behind you, you make your way up to the familiar household—one that you had at one point, practically lived in. You don’t knock, simply opening it slowly and slipping inside. Taking your slippers off, you pad your way into the dining room.

Lamine was staring at his texbooks, head in his head with an annoyed expression, which softened the second his eyes flickered up to you. “You’re here.” He smiles slightly, and you forced yourself to return it.

“Can we make this quick? I have work at nine.” You pull out a chair beside him. “What are you working on?” You ask, though you knew the answer as you had the same textbook in your backpack at home.

“Math.” Lamine answers simply, his eyes trained on you, memorizing your face as if he would never see it again. And, maybe after tonight, he wouldn’t.

Looking up to meet his eyes, you give him a questioning look. “So… what is it?”

“I’m ready.” He stops, shaking his head. “I mean, I’m ready to try again. I want to make this work. I will do better this time.”

Your body felt light, like he’d knocked the wind out of you. Your brain flew into over drive, millions of questions slamming against the walls of your skull. He was ready to try, again? After five fucking months?

You almost scoffed. Almost.

“Are you kidding me right now?” Your bottom lip tugs between your teeth, a smile forming on your face—not a happy one, but one of disbelief. “Lamine. We—you have had about a dozen chances! I’ve given you five months, and each time you weren’t ready. Why now?”

He had to battle the thoughts telling him to look away, to cower in shame. He doesn’t get a chance to speak, because you are still going.

“I love you. I haven’t stopped, but—I was nearly healed and ready to move on. This is so.. it’s selfish!”

Lamine’s fingers played with each other nervously. His lips pulling into a deep frown. “I love you, too.” He whispers, but you shush him. “Can you let me explain?”

You tap your foot against the wooden floor, thinking. Your head hurt, shit—your teeth hurt. Your heart hurt, everything hurt.

This was what you’d wanted for months, so why didn’t you feel happy right now?

The small whispering of your name called you back to reality. Rubbing your face, you finally look back to Lamine. “Sure, go ahead.”

He began his explanation, weak attempts to find an excuse for his past behavior. His mouth eventually shuts, a long exhale leaving his lips. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He continues to repeat his apologies until your head falls onto the table out of annoyance.

Lamine watches you, taken aback by your dismissal. “I just want to show you I can love you like you deserve. Just one more chance, please?” His voice had thinned, little emotion showing other than desperation.

Shifting your head to the side, you glare up at him. “You make my life so God damn difficult, Lamine.”

He couldn’t stop the small twitching of his lips, “that’s not new.” His light hearted tone unfortunately had a small, almost unseeable grin threatening your lips.

“This is it. Okay? One, last chance. And if you fail, thats it.” You sit back up, “we are over, forever, if you mess this up.”

“I understand.” Lamine nods, eagerly. “I won’t let you down.”

Your eyes narrow at him before nodding as well. “Fine. We start new. You’ll take me on dates, ask me out, ask me to be your girlfriend. You will put more effort in than you’d ever had to put into anything before. No excuses, nothing.” Your rules were set and Lamine was more than ready to comply.

“Are you free tomorrow—“

“Nuh-uh.” You wag your finger. “You’re going to surprise me. And go all out. Pretend like it’s a fucking movie, I don’t care. Just.. show me you care enough so I can trust that you’re genuine about this—about me..”

Lamine agrees with a grateful sigh, “I will. I promise.”

“Can I go home now?” You look at the time on your phone; 4:04 AM. Your parents would be waking up in twenty-six minutes.

“Of course.” The boy nods, “goodbye.”

“Goodbye.” You hum, standing up and leaving the room without another word. A lingering sense of doubt flooding your heart the second you left, but it was overclouded by the genuine hope you felt for the first time in five months.

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

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

[paucubarsisimp]

hi, i was wondering if you're taking requests or not, and if you are I have one for Lamine. so basically he and his gf are together for a while now (like seven months), and at some point she had to meet his little brother, who isn't usually too close with anyone outside his family, so it was a surprise that he is with her (like he clings to her when she visits Lamine, or he wants to be hold be her and all that). and the scenario could be that after the match, Kenye wouldn't let Lamine too close to her, which could lead to small 'fight' that the gf finds funny and amusing.

mine now

pairing: lamine yamal x reader

summary: in which kenyé steals lamine’s girlfriend

warnings: none

taglist: @barcapix, @universefcb, @nngkay, @joaosnovia, @ilovebarcaaaa, @levidazai, lmk if you want to be added!

you’d been with lamine for seven months now. everything felt easy, like breathing—sweet texts before every match, late-night calls, soft kisses after long days. the only thing you hadn’t done yet? meet his little brother.

kenyé.

he wasn’t the kind of kid who opened up to people. lamine always said, “he’s super shy—he doesn’t even talk to some of my teammates.” so when lamine looked at you one morning and said, “come over tonight—he asked if you could,” you’d just blinked at him.

he asked?

you’d barely stepped into the house before you felt it—tiny eyes watching you. there was a cartoon playing in the background, the warm smell of dinner filling the space. and then, there he was. peeking out from behind the couch.

lamine leaned in, whispering, “that’s him. he’s been asking about you all day.”

you crouched down gently, offering a soft smile. “hi, kenyé. i’m y/n. i’ve heard a lot about you.”

no response. just big brown eyes, blinking. lamine gave you that look again—he might run. but then, slowly, kenyé walked over. no words. no hesitation.

and then—arms up.

“…you want me to pick you up?” you asked softly.

a single nod.

you glanced back at lamine, who looked like he was witnessing a miracle, and then lifted kenyé carefully. he wrapped his arms around you like he’d done it a thousand times before.

“wow,” lamine mumbled, stunned. “he’s never done that with anyone.”

kenyé turned his face into your neck. “she smells nice.”

your heart just about melted right there. you smiled, hand brushing through his curls. “so do you.”

from that moment, you were his.

he held your hand during dinner. made you sit next to him for the movie. gave you his juice box without even blinking. when it was time to go, he clung to you like you were taking the sun with you.

“you’re mine now, okay?” he mumbled.

lamine, behind you, sighed. “this is ridiculous.”

you looked back at him with a teasing smile. “jealous?”

he raised an eyebrow. “of a toddler?”

you grinned. “a toddler who claimed me before you did.”

and from that moment on, lamine had two battles to fight: defenders on the pitch, and his three-year-old brother at home.

you were waiting by the tunnel, arms folded, scarf wrapped around your neck—his scarf, actually, the one he gave you after that one cold night in february. the match had just ended. barça won. lamine had played like a dream.

but the real show? was just about to start.

you didn’t even get the chance to take a step forward before you saw a tiny figure sprinting toward you.

“kenyé!” you laughed, catching him mid-run as he threw himself into your arms like you were the prize at the end of a race. he wrapped his arms around your neck and clung like a baby monkey. “you missed me that much, huh?”

“mm-hm,” he mumbled into your shoulder. “you smell like home.”

your heart squeezed. this kid.

a minute later, lamine walked out of the tunnel, jersey still damp, cheeks flushed, hair messy and perfect. he spotted you instantly, smile stretching wide across his face. he was already walking toward you, arms opening—

and then he saw kenyé.

wrapped around you. already.

lamine slowed. “…seriously?”

kenyé didn’t even look back. he just clung tighter.

lamine stopped in front of you, pretending to be calm but very much not. “bro. let go. that’s my girlfriend.”

“mine now,” kenyé mumbled.

“no,” lamine said, hands on his hips like he was negotiating with a stubborn teammate. “she’s literally not. she’s mine. she came here for me.”

kenyé tilted his head just enough to glance at him. “she came for me too.”

“you’re three.”

“and you’re loud.”

you had to bite your lip to keep from laughing. lamine looked like he’d just been disrespected in ten different languages.

“okay,” he said, trying a new tactic. “what if i give you ten minutes of extra screen time tonight?”

kenyé turned his face back into your neck.

“fifteen.”

no response.

“…twenty and i let you beat me in fifa.”

kenyé looked at him now, eyes narrowed. “i already beat you in fifa.”

“you cheated.”

“you’re just bad.”

“okay,” lamine groaned, stepping forward. “amor, seriously. can i just—can i have one post-match hug? please?”

you smiled, one arm still wrapped around kenyé as you reached out the other. “group hug?”

lamine muttered something under his breath but leaned in, arms wrapping around you both. you felt him press a kiss to your temple, then whisper low against your ear.

“just so you know… i’m gonna win you back.”

you laughed softly. “you better hurry. your competition’s got a strong grip.”

kenyé, still holding on, smirked like he’d already won.

don’t forget to leave a request!

[dayluxe]

In the mountains - Lamine Yamal

¡ request are open !

pairing: Lamine Yamal x fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend invites you to spend Christmas in a magical town.

warnings: use of the translator, kisses, a small suggestive scene (?) at the end.

w/c: 3.319

request here @ripmyselfxd

When Lamine told you about wanting to spend Christmas away from home, you thought it was crazy.

You've never done that before, not even with your family. Your tradition was the same, to spend time with family and friends, who also lived relatively close to you. So when that idea crossed his mind, you don't like it so much. Just thinking about leaving your home, your family and friends on a day as special as that terrified you, so you told him that you would think about it.

The days went by, and every day Lamine would say the same thing to you "Have you thought about it, love?" and when you told him no he would say all the sweetest comments you could hear "please, my love, do it for me" or "you will let me go alone to a cabin, with no one to share my love with?". he also tried to convince you with multiple kisses, which didn't work.

His prayers for you to say that they were soon over, and as soon as you said yes, he was the happiest man in the world "Thank you, darling, I promise you that they will be the best days of your life, we will have an incredible time" he told you while leaving kisses all over your face. You laughed, and you stopped him for a moment "Not so fast, I agree to go on one condition, you will ask my parents for permission for the trip, do you think?" and as soon as you said that his smile faded "what?" said Lamine confused.

One of the things I feared most in the world was talking to your parents, especially your dad. In his head the different ways in which your dad would tear him to pieces as soon as he asked that were already replaying, but the desire to go with you on that trip was more, so he accepted.

"You know that your dad scares me a lot, but it's all for you, my girl," he told you, and then gave you a kiss.

for the next few days Lamine 'mentally prepared' herself to be able to talk to your parents that day. For you it was a very fun scenario to watch, since it seemed a bit dramatic that you prepare so much just for a talk to which your answer was probably going to be yes.

The long-awaited day for your boyfriend had arrived. The talk consisted only of a dinner, nothing elaborate. you had told your parents that Lamine wanted to ask them something and they told you to invite him to dinner for that. although he seemed to ask permission from the kings of Spain instead of your parents. Excitement and nerves mixed, and the smile on her face could not be erased. For him this was important, it would be like a before and after in their relationship. You would spend a Christmas alone, as a couple. He knew how attached you were to your family, and on dates like this, that you agree to spend it with him, felt like a more serious step in the relationship.

By the time the time came, everything went excellently well. Your parents said yes, with many conditions, yes.

They said you had to call or text them when you arrived, or went out somewhere. that you send them lots of pictures of the places, and that at Christmas you made a video call to them. Lamine told (and promised) your parents that she would remind you to do all those things always and at all times.

the cabin in which they were going to stay was in Finland. You'd never been to that place before, and Lamine hadn't either, but he knew you'd love the place.

When the day of the flight arrived, you already had everything ready. You were very afraid to leave something important, since (as your boyfriend said) you were very dramatic. your headphones could stay and for you the world was going to end, for you it made sense. Your hearing aids were your life.

"Are you sure you don't have anything left, Lamine?" you said over the call. "I'm sure, love. Nothing remains." he said with a sigh. "Do you have your cell phone charger?" "yes" "are you wearing the gloves?" "Yes, I even have the stuffed animal that you like so much, and your camera, and the sweatshirt that you always want to steal from me. everything is there, my love, already calm"

Their parents were ready to drop them off at the airport. her farewell was very emotional, since you had never gone to a place so far without your parents "promise us what you will call us when they arrive at the airport in Finland, and then when they arrive at the cabin" your mom told you while kissing you on the forehead "we will do it mom, don't worry, we have to go to the waiting room now" you told her as you gave her the last hug before leaving.

You and Lamine stopped by to stand in line. They went through their things and then went to the lounge to wait for their flight. It was only 8:15 in the morning, and if the flight left at 9:00, they still had time to talk and spend some time seeing the airport.

"What do you think the town will be like, love?" You told him while you were buying some things to eat "very full of snow. I have seen that they say that it is one of the places that snows the most" he told you "I have seen that they say that you can see very beautiful northern lights" you said with a smile. Your dream had always been to see a northern lights in real life. It seemed to you such a surprising and perfect thing "we could go out one day to see one, if you want obviously" Lamine said, as he grabbed you by the waist and gave you a kiss "it would be beautiful to be able to see one, honey" you said to him while you gave him a smile.

While they were waiting for his flight, several fans of your boyfriend approached him to ask for some photos or autographs. You also took the opportunity to fill the Lamine gallery with thousands of photos together. You felt nervous. Sure you'd taken a flight before, but this flight was different. Their destination was totally unknown to both of them, and taking into account the amount of snow and cold that the place had, it gave you a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

his flight was announced, and while you and Lamine waited for directions to enter, he tried to calm you down and understand the verbal vomit you were having "and what if it's too cold?" "Or if our English isn't too good?" "What if we forgot something at home?" Those were some of the things you said over and over again.

"Honey, you know none of that is true. We were on call while we checked our luggage, we both know how to speak english perfectly, and even if you are not used to the cold it is obvious that in the cabin there will be heating, and if the problem is when we are outside, well we bought more clothes for the cold and that's it. quiet, yeah? you will see that you will enjoy it" he told you, then gave you a hug and rubbed your sides.

The flight was not long. You couldn't sleep the entire way, but that gave you a chance to see all the snow and lights that could be seen from above. The town looked like it had come out of a Christmas movie. full of snow and lights everywhere, houses and giant trees covered in snow. If that was how it looked from the plane, once on the ground it would seem like a dream. You took the opportunity to take some photos from the window, and of your sleeping boyfriend too.

"Honey, wake up. We're going to land." you said to the boy next to you. He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was your excited smile. It seemed that sparks were going to come out of your eyes because of how you saw everything. "It looks very nice, don't you think?" Lamine told you, while looking out the window with you "imagine what it will look like when the plane lands" you told him.

When they got off the plane and did all the checks, they saw how everything looked from the windows of the airport. A car was already waiting for them outside the airport, which would take them to the cabin where they were staying.

The journey to the place was magical for you. You felt like you were inside a movie. The snowflakes fell in abundance on everything, the Christmas lights and decorations looked wonderful, and the contrast between the white of the snow, and the bright colors of the lights, made the town seem like something magical.

"Look at the lights, my love, it looks like we were in Whoville" you said with a laugh, "Don't say that, it would be horrible to live in a snowflake, it's not a very convenient location," he told you, while giving you a smile. You continued to argue about the film, until you reached the cabin where you would stay.

You saw the town so enchanted that you didn't even notice when they reached their destination. The cabin was better than you had imagined, full of lights and snow outside. you could feel its warmth from the outside. It had a small balcony with its stairs full of snow.

When they enter the house, their warmth automatically embraces them. it was welcoming; It had a large room with a window overlooking the town, It had a faint smell of pine mixed with vanilla. Everything about it was cozy, from the lights to the views.

Lamine hugged you from behind, and placed her head on your shoulder "and how is it? Do you like it?" he said, "It's better than I expected. We could go buy some trees, decorate it with whatever we want, or make some cookies, it looks so good seriously. I love it, darling," you said, then turned around and kissed him. He placed his hands on your waist "well, I'm glad you like it. I promise we'll have a great time, because we're I promise we'll have a great time, 'cause we're here, Together, you and me, and that makes it more special," he said with a smile "ohh, don't get romantic now, you'll make him cry," you said with a shy smile, as you gave him a playful slap on his chest. You felt your cheeks warm up a little "now I can't say nice words to my girl? Is that a crime?, I don't think so" his smile became playful, and he gave you a few kisses on the neck.

"stop it, we have a lot of things to do here, we can't waste time" you told him, and then grabbed your suitcase and went in search of the room. You already had some plans done in your head, buy a tree, buy lights, decorate the house, go out and play with the snow. you recapitulated in your mind. The first three things took her at least 5 or 8 hours, that if they had a lot of organization, which you knew your boyfriend didn't enable when he was with you.

The day passed quickly and lightly. The days in that cabin were like there were only the two of you. The atmosphere was totally intimate, in a very romantic and quiet way. By Christmas Eve, all the things you wanted to do were crossed off your mental list, except for a few things, playing with the snow.

Lamine said that before that they had to go buy warmer things for you, since he checked your suitcase and you didn't have anything as warm as for these temperatures. When they left the cabin you had to wear his clothes so that you could feel warmer than normal. Your boyfriend made sure you had several sweaters underneath, and when you looked in the mirror you looked like a meatball.

his purchases were based on some many brightly colored coats and jackets, as Lamine had seen in some video that it's for prevention or something. You only wanted some, but he said 'it's better to be safe than sorry', so you decided to accept. You find it funny when she takes care of you as if you were a 5-year-old girl.

They spent a good time seeing a little of the town, they had not had time to do this because of the whole issue of decorations and so on. But now they had nothing to do, so they decided to see the different shops that were there, most of them were full of Christmas things. There was a large dessert and candy store, it looked like paradise. Their treats came in all kinds of colors and shapes, and you were curious just to see them on the shelves.

Both chose a wide variety of desserts and treats. Most of them would take them back, but for you it was very satisfying to choose among all of them what caught your attention the most, and let's just say that you both went a little too far.

Their purchases were very successful, and they soon found themselves in a great snowball battle.

Playing with the snow was harder than you expected, and if it wasn't for the gloves, your hands would be frozen right now "Lamine, enough, this snow is very hard. I'm sorry like you're throwing huge ice cubes at me." You said breathlessly. They had been like this for about 5 minutes, which for you had been hours. "You were the one who started, love. Now you can't stand it, besides, I remember that I had you were begging to play with this snow. You said it looked magical," he told you, while giving you a playful smile. "Well, it doesn't look so magical for this anymore. Let's make snow angels, that looks more fun now," you told him, as you walked in search of a pretty big place for both of you.

Your emotion amused Lamine. I looked at you with heart eyes, as you made your snow angel on the floor. you gave off a childlike happiness, which he thought was beautiful. that you were so happy for such a simple and straightforward action as playing with the snow. In his mind these moments were the best, you being you, so happy and innocent, rejoicing over things as small as snowflakes falling from the sky, or trees being covered with the white of snow.

Your boyfriend's smile and look made you nervous, and you liked me why he was looking at you like that, to which he replied with a "nothing, you just look so magical" making you blush. His smile grew bigger, watching you look away from him and bow your head. He came up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, and kissed you on the neck. "don't be shy now, my love. you look so beautiful like that," she told you. You turned around to connect their gazes. He brought his face close to yours, and you felt his lips rub and then put his lips together. A kiss full of love and sincerity, the snow accompanied you, falling on you and covering your heads with thousands of snowflakes. you break the kiss and Lamine looks at your lips wanting to continue feeling them on hers "you know what?" you said "no, tell me love" he replied "this moment feels-" "magical. now shut up and kiss me, please," he interrupted you. and then put their lips together again.

Christmas had arrived, and his day had been very busy.

Lamine had to follow your orders all day, which doesn't bother her at Lamine had to follow your orders all day. This doesn't bother her, but today you were more disciplined than ever.

They took care of everything, the food, the desserts and the atmosphere of the whole house.

This made you feel like you were in a familiar environment. The smell of pine, cinnamon, and chocolate was always in the house, and you made an effort to keep these smells in your cabin.

you were getting ready for dinner with Lamine. You agreed that even though it was just the two of you, you wanted to be presentable to the people you were going to call.

He was setting the table when you walked into the dining room. Everything looked so beautiful, and just thinking that you did that, gave you a very beautiful warmth in your heart. "I think everything is as you asked me to. Please tell me if so, because I spent about 8 minutes trying to choose the dishes" he told you as he walked towards you "everything looks splendid, my love. you should change your career and dedicate yourself to working in a restaurant, you would be the best at it," you replied. while you slapped him on the chest.

Their dinner was wonderful. they shared laughter and anecdotes about everything, family, teammates or school, weird videos they watched. The hours passed quickly, and when they least expected it they were only a few minutes away from Christmas.

You exchanged words and congratulations. trying to express all the affection they felt for each other, how lucky they felt to have each other by their side. A very special and romantic moment, which was interrupted by the call of their cell phones.

The calls with his parents and close friends were long. Lamine had endless notifications that came to him every minute, some from his teammates or family, and others from fans. He took his time to congratulate everyone, some shared very funny photos like Gavi. while others called them and said the most encouraging words in the world.

When it was all over, Lamine and you decided to go to his room to watch a couple of Christmas movies. You had insisted on seeing them every day, and today he was the one.

You were in his room when he entered. You were with the door open, so you didn't notice His presence behind you. Lamine walked with slow steps, and when he was close to you he put his arms around you and murmured a "boo!" in your ear "you didn't scare me darling, better luck next time" you told him. You turned around and looked him in the eye, he was looking at you with a silly smile. "I didn't want to scare you, my love," he said while brushing his nose. "hmm, no? and what did you want to do?" you said with a smile.

their gazes were interspersed between his lips and his eyes. their distance was minimal and they could feel their breaths. Lamine didn't know what to answer, he felt hypnotized by your face. Your soft pink lips invited him to kiss you. and your penetrating gaze made him shy. He wanted to kiss you, to show you all his love. But right now he didn't even remember his name.

Your hands went up to his neck, and his hands clenched at your waist. Their kisses were directed towards your neck, you gave out little giggles. You could feel how he was leading them to bed. You fell on the soft sheets and he positioned himself on your body. "well, show me your love, darling," you said.

They just based those words on Lamine attacking your lips again.

just me uploading a christmas request in january. I hope you like it, sorry for the delay. I'm trying to get inspiration for this 😭😭

[vicolette]

Love Affair !

- A/N : ok but like his reposts?? Hello??

- Warnings : English isn’t my first language, mentions of y/n & pet names, hiding secrets, not proofread

"Don't watch, she's younger than you."

Pedri's words snapped Lamine out of his thoughts, who was mindlessly drinking out of his water bottle. His gaze moved the the older one, seeing how he was pissed off – to say the least.

"Hm?" He feigned innocence, knowing damn well that this was about you – Y/n, Pedri's younger sister.

"Who's younger than me?" As he sat down to enjoy watching your brother getting riled up, Lamine had to hide his grin from appearing on his face. Instead, he didn’t even wait for an answer and stood up, taking out his earphones as he approached the other.

"I don’t know what you’re talking–"

"Quit it." The teenager raised an eyebrow at his captain, pouting for a moment before he sighed and rolled his eyes. The locker room was tense, silent, as his teammates waited for something to happen. But nothing did.

"Alright, alright!" Lamine raised his hands in defeat, although he didn’t look the slightest bit apologetic. Pedri flared his nose in response, trying his absolute best to not get angry at him. He was still a child, he doesn’t know much about this, about you.

And with that, Lamine opened the door and stepped outside the room, closing it behind him with a satisfied smile on his face.

It only grew as he saw you, not knowing that he was right behind you.

"Hi, Y/n." Once the words were spoken out, your hands still tensed with fear and turned around, slightly calming down when it was just Lamine. You placed a hand on your chest, right above where your heart was as you sighed softly.

"You scared me..." A low chuckle escaped from his mouth as he approached you with quick steps, opening his arms before he wrapped them around your waist and smiled at how you smelled with his hoodie.

Pedri was still inside, still fuming in anger due to his protectiveness over you, but Lamine knew that – even if you were a mere teenager just like him – you should live your own life, not live in the shadow's of your older brother. In all honesty, Lamine had thought about talking about this to your brother, but he knew that you'd go insane.

"Oh, and before I forget." As he reached into his pockets to take out your wired earphones, you beamed with excitement at finally finding them, just for them to be knotted. You pouted at the sight, before seeing how Lamine could easily unknot them. "You forgot these yesterday."

"Thank you!" When you placed your hands on his shoulders and pressed a quick kiss on his cheek, you watched as his usual confident self vanished in a second, seeing how his cheeks heated up in embarrassment. "Aw, embarrassed?"

"What?"

"Nothing." In an instant, you dismissed whatever you had just said when you saw him glare at you, turning around in search of an escape route, only for him to cage you in his arms again.

"You little- don't call me that!" You two filled the hallway with laughter as he teased you, whereas you were dramatically trying to get him to leave you alone. For a professional footballer, Lamine for sure was acting quite immature, as he's supposed to.

Meanwhile, when you two finally left the stadium to bid goodbye at the end of the tunnel, Pedri could feel his eye twitch in irritation. Gavi, who stood beside him, was scared of his captain for the first time in his whole career, avoiding eye contact at all times.

Through television, he seemed pretty harmless, yet he knew better – he knew Pedri better. And, based off on the way he was frozen in place, he was seething in anger.

"Wow, who... who would've thought? Hahaha..."

"Haha, indeed."

– A/N : at school rn help

[strawberryblue-blog]

Kisses —FC BARCELONA.

summary: What are their kisses like or how do they like to kiss you?

warnings: none. cute, soft, fluff, headcanon.

—Pedri Gonzalez.

His kisses are too long and affectionate. He likes the sensation of feeling you close to him, he thinks it is intimate and the most tender way to show love.

He could spend hours kissing your lips, soft and delicate, showing you how much he likes your lips. He is very shy at times but if you kiss him first, he will not be able to stop.

Your soft and full lips are like an addiction for Pedri, he loves the sensation of feeling them on his skin at any time. Whether on his cheeks or forehead. During sex, he also kisses your lips a lot, especially to silence his squeals and to make you feel loved. Because he really loves you and your lips a lot.

—Pablo Gavi.

One of the most amateur kissers in history, not of your lips but of your neck and jaw. He likes your lips but is obsessed with the soft, supple skin of your neck.

Especially because he likes to mark his trails, so when his lips are on your neck, he will play with you until you turn red. He loves the sensation of hearing you gasp and laugh at the same time.

During sex, he prefers not so much to kiss as to watch. Watching you is more his thing, but, after the action he is very affectionate and caring. Maybe there he kisses you too much to make up for what he couldn't kiss you before.

—Ferran Torres.

Ferran knows what a good kisser he is, he always received compliments about it and you always remind him of it. So when he is with you he likes to kiss you all the time because he knows how much you like his kisses.

He kisses you anywhere, no matter where it is, he knows how to make your skin bristle with so little. On your lips, neck and shoulders. Your shoulders are his weakness.

When you are having sex he doesn't kiss so much because he likes to concentrate on you but from time to time he seeks your lips. His kisses are very long and seductive.

—Fermin López.

Fermín loves kissing, loves kissing you and loves to be kissed by you. An exchange of mutual love which, for Fermín, is heaven itself. He loves to feel your lips on his, short or long, he doesn't care.

He could kiss you all day long, on your lips, your thighs, your belly, your neck or your face. He's super cheesy and tender. He knows you like it and he will take advantage of it to feel you.

Not necessarily during sex, because sometimes he can't hold back the moans and has to let them out but after he's done, he'll be a ball of love. He will kiss you so much, until you fall asleep. Just like the next morning, he will wake you up with his kisses.

—Alejandro Balde.

Although he loves to kiss your lips, his lips always find your hands to kiss them delicately. He is so tender and delicate, he loves to make you feel like a princess.

Although your lips are his favorite, he will kiss them whenever you can. Every now and then he will give you a peck on your lips. He finds it fun and romantic. He is obsessed with your mouth, so lips and tongue for him.

When you are having sex, he likes to kiss you even more. It's a different kind of connection and he loves to feel your warm lips on his.

—Hector Fort.

He's definitely a kisser, a lot. Too much. And not only that, he kisses like the gods. Hector has a gift and he knows how to use it on you.

Kissing your neck, chest and shoulders is his favorite pastime while you're together. No matter what you do he will come and take his time with you. He concentrates on you, kissing your skin delicately with that seductive and haughty touch he has.

During sex he kisses much more your breasts or shoulders than your lips. But when you're done, he'll take care of leaving you with lungs and lips asleep.

—Lamine Yamal.

He is overconfident and despite being young, he has a certain amount of experience. He loves to kiss you either on the lips or on your forehead, he finds it protective and tender.

He likes to kiss your nose too, as a little detail he has with you. But sometimes he plays rough and wants you to kiss him and take the initiative.

In sex he is a little kisser but not so much, maybe more your neck or bite your shoulders but he will definitely do it when he finishes and kiss you for a while afterwards.

—Pau Cubarsí.

He is not a big fan of kissing on the lips because he thinks he doesn't give them correctly. He's still young and just learning, he's also a bit insecure.

Clearly he doesn't agree with that, Pau is a good kisser and when he kisses you he is intense and fiery. But he likes it when you kiss him long and deep.

He prefers to kiss your face how, forehead, nose, cheeks and ears. He finds it tender and that is his way of showing his love. In bed he may be a little more kissy to show his love for you, he likes to be gentle and soft with you.

[rafesgirliexoxo]

HARD LAUNCH - Pau Cubarsí

♡ summary | you hard launch your relationship with pau cubarsí on ig 🩷

youruser

Liked by paucubarsi and 751.024 others

youruser | yh I pulled that 🙄💅

View all 2,948 comments

paucubarsi I love you too ❤️

↳ youruser puurrr who wouldn't 😋

hctorforrt_ stole my man

↳ youruser girl stfu everyone's ur man

user001 omg no way

user002 NOOOO MY MAN

↳ youruser *mine

user003 I don't like her vibe she sounds bitchy...

↳ youruser womp womp

yourbestfriend YAASSS FINALLY CONGRATS ME CHILDREN

↳ youruser the secrets out watch the dead threats start coming in 😔

↳ paucubarsi nah I'm not that famous baby

↳ youruser stop tryna be humble 😑

fcbarcelona leave my man alone

↳ youruser NAH WHICH ONE OF YOUR BOYFRIENDS JUST HACKED THE BARCA ACC 💀💀💀💀

↳ paucubarsi 💀

↳ hctorforrt_ not me...

↳ youruser GUILTY

↳ yourbestfriend 🧑‍⚖️🧑‍⚖️🧑‍⚖️

paucubarsi when did you take the last pic???

↳ youruser when I went down to the changing rooms to give u ur phone, you left it with me

↳ paucubarsi but you didn't give me my phone 🤨

↳ youruser yh it stank so bad in there I deadass fainted they had to drag my body out 🤷

↳ lamineyamal haha

↳ youruser got a problem loser

↳ lamineyamal 🖕🏻

↳ yourbestfriend I don't get the beef between these two...

↳ _ferminlopez some deep rooted hatred

↳ yourbestfriend fr

user004 it's giving gold digger

↳ youruser WHAT CAN I SAAYYY ���🤑🤑🤑

↳ youruser nah baby cashapp me rn

↳ paucubarsi how much

↳ youruser eveything you got

↳ paucubarsi okay

↳ youruser BABE I WAS JOKING WTF HOW DID UR BANK EVEN ALLOW THIS????

↳ paucubarsi anything for you mi vida ❤️

↳ youruser god I love you mi amor 🩷🩷🩷

↳ paucubarsi 😍

↳ lamineyamal ew I'm blocking y'all

↳ youruser pls do 👍🏻

Thank you sm for reading my baddies and I hope you enjoyeddd 🤭

[xndrexcruz]

When They Find You Wearing Their Jersey | FC BARCELONA

✮- summary: they basically walk in and see you wearing one of their barcelona jerseys

✮- warnings: none

Requests are open

masterlist here

João Félix:

As you lazily stretched on the couch, draped in João’s jersey from his last match. It had been the only thing you could find last minute after you had taken a shower.

When João walked in, he had abruptly stopped and let out a breathy chuckle before letting out a low whistle. “Estás realmente muy bonita.” (“You really look very pretty.”) he said, eyes looking you up and down. “When did you decide to steal my jersey?”

“Why, do you want it back?” you teased softly, sitting up slightly to look at him.

“Not a chance. You look way too good in it for me to take,” he replied, grinning at you as he took a seat next to you on the couch. “You should think about wearing it more often.”

You let out a giggle, leaning your head onto his shoulder. “Did you have a good day?” your asked as you pressed a soft kiss on his neck.

“Seeing you like this makes it absolutely perfect,” he murmured, gently running his hand on your thigh. “I could get used to this.”

Pablo Gavi

You had been in the middle of brushing your hair when you heard the door open. With you having stayed over, and nothing else to wear, you slipped on Gavi’s oversized jersey and went to greet him.

Gavi’s eyes widened a bit at the sight of you in just his jersey. “Wow, what’s the special occasion?l” he asked, with a wide grin from ear to ear. "Te ves increíble con mi playera de jugador.” (“You look amazing in my shirt.”) he said while wrapping his hands around your waist.

You interlocked your hands behind his head “No special occasion,” you replied, laughing. “I just needed something comfortable, I forgot to bring extra clothes.”

“Well, it suits you,” he said, laying his head on top of yours. “You should wear my stuff more often.”

“If you insist,” you playfully said. “But only if you promise to keep behaving.”

“I’ll try,” he said with a wink, kissing your cheek. “But I make no promises.”

Pedri González

You had been halfway through preparing breakfast for you and Pedri, wearing one of Pedri’s many Barcelona jersey’s, when he had walked into the kitchen. He paused, taking in the sight of you in front of the stove.

“You know,” he began, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, “I think this might have to be the best view I’ve ever had in the morning.”

“Pedri, I’m trying to cook here,” you let out a breathy giggle, shaking your head.

“The food can wait a bit,” he murmured into your ear, kissing it. "Prefiero disfrutar este momento contigo." ("I’d rather enjoy this moment with you.")

You turned in his arms, brightly smiling up at him. “How about you help me instead? Then we can relax sooner”

He sighed dramatically, acting annoyed. “Alright fine, but only because I can’t resist saying no to you while wearing my jersey.”

Fermín López

You had just woken up to find Fermín already up, lounging against the headboard besides you. You were wearing his jersey, which you’d put on before going to bed the night before.

“Good morning,” he said with a gentle smile, taking note to your outfit. “I didn’t notice you had borrowed my jersey last night.”

“I hope you don’t mind,” you said, snuggling closer into him. "It was the only thing within my reach."

“Para nada. Te queda perfecto,” (Not at all. It looks perfect on you,") he replied, gently tracing patterns on your exposed neck. "Maybe I should just let you keep it."

"Careful Fermín, I might just take your whole wardrobe," you teased.

He chuckled. "Deal, as long as you wear it and you look as perfect as you do right now.”

Héctor Fort

You were wrapped up in Héctor’s home jersey, sipping on some coffee at the kitchen isle when he had walked in. He did a double take, a small smile slowly spreading across his face.

"Hey you," he said, eyes gleaming. "Did you happen to raid my closet?"

"You could say that," you replied, grinning at him. "It just felt right putting it on this morning, not sure why."

“Bueno, te queda fantástico,” ("We’ll, It looks fantastic on you,") he said, sitting down beside you. "I wouldn’t be mad if you happen to wear it again."

"Careful what you wish for," you teased. "I might just take you up on that offer."

"I wouldn't mind one bit," he murmured, leaning in for a kiss as he ducked down to catch your lips with his.

Lamine Yamal

You were sitting on the arm of the couch, dressed in Lamine’s jersey, when he came home. His eyes immediately lit up at the sight of you.

"Te ves absolutamente asombrosa,” ("You look absolutely amazing,") he said, walking over to sit next to you. "Is that my jersey?"

"Yeah," you replied, giving him a smile. "Is that okay?."

"Yes," he said, wrapping an arm around you. "It suits you better than me."

You laughed softly. "Maybe I should borrow your clothes more often."

"Feel free," he said, nuzzling your neck. "I adore seeing you in them."

Marc Guiu

You were tidying up the living room, wearing one of Marc’s many jerseys, when he walked in. He stopped and stared, a soft smile spreading all across his face.

"Would that happen to be my jersey you’re wearing?" he asked, amused.

"Yeah, I hope it’s not a problem," you said, blushing slightly.

"Of course not," he replied, coming closer. "Te queda genial. Te puedes llevar lo que quieras". ("You look great in it. You can take whatever you want.")

"I might just do that," you teased. "If you don't mind sharing."

"Not if it means I get to see you like this," he said, pulling you into a big hug.

[feinzleclerc]

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 :: Where you are going to watch a Barcelona game.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 :: no warnings.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 :: 0.799 k

𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 :: This piece was written in the first person (from your perspective), and I don't see this kind of writing very often around here. I hope it doesn't cause any issues. Enjoy your reading!

Today was an important day for me. I came with my dad to watch a game of my favorite team, Barcelona. My dad is none other than Neymar Junior, and he was definitely more excited than I was.

We arrived a bit earlier than the other fans because my dad wanted to show me everything about Barcelona: its history, trophies, and other things.

Back when my dad played for the club, I was always at Camp Nou, watching his games and goals. The best part was seeing pictures of me, around eight or nine years old, wearing Barcelona jerseys with my dad by my side.

─ During the game, I want to hear you shouting 'Visca Barça' all the time, okay? - my dad said.

─ Okay, sure. - I replied, and he laughed.

─ I'd take you to the locker rooms, but the players are probably all there, so it's better not.

─ Why? - I asked.

─ Come on, (your name), this team is full of young guys just out of their teens. They see a pretty young girl and they'll go crazy. - he said, and I laughed.

─ What? -he asked.

─ No need to be jealous of your daughter! - I teased, seeing his serious expression.

─ Jealous? Yeah, right. ─ he denied, and I kept laughing.

After some more rounds and many stories from my dad about his time playing here, I told him to wait a bit as I needed to go to the bathroom. He agreed, and I ran to the women's restroom.

When I came out and walked a bit, I saw the beautiful view of the field with a ray of sunlight shining down. I took out my phone and opened the camera to take a picture. Without a doubt, I was going to post it on my story to keep my profile aesthetic.

I pointed my phone camera at the horizon, but someone accidentally walked in front of the shot. I lowered my phone, a bit annoyed by the interruption, I must admit.

But then I found myself face to face with none other than Lamine Yamal.

─ Oops, sorry for ruining your photo. I didn't mean to,. - he said.

─ Don't worry, I already took a few before, - I replied, and he smiled friendly.

─ Indeed, the view from here is beautiful. - he said, and I agreed. ─ Are you part of the organized supporters?"

─ What? -I asked, confused.

─ It's just that the game isn't for another two hours, so I found it strange that fans are already inside. - he explained.

─ Oh, no!" I said. - I came with my dad a few hours earlier to see everything.

─ I see! - he confirmed, smiling. ─ Sorry for the question, your dad?

─ Yes, Neymar! He decided to visit his old club today. - I said nonchalantly because, to me, it was no big deal.

─ What? Neymar? Neymar Junior? - he looked at me, unbelieving.

─ Yes, Neymar Junior.

─ You're kidding, right? - he still couldn't believe it.

─ No! If you want, I can take you to see him now.

─ I'd love to, but I have to get back to the locker room. - he said, looking at me. ─ I can't believe I'm talking to Neymar's daughter.

─ No problem, you can see him after the game. By the way, he really appreciates your admiration. - I said.

─ Wow, I'd love that.

─ So, it's a deal, Yamal?

─ Deal! - he smiled. ─ By the way, how rude of me, what's your name?

─ I'm (your name).

─ A beautiful name, just like you. - he said, making me blush.

I thanked him for his compliment and we said goodbye. I went back to where my dad was waiting for me. He looked a bit stressed, but I understood him.

─ What were you doing? That took forever.

─ Sorry, I ran into a player and we started talking and... - he cut me off before I could finish.

─ You ran into who?

─ A player... - he looked at me in disbelief.

─ What do you mean, a player, (your name)?

Now, it was going to be a long story to explain it all to him.

[cher-rei]

Hey babe

Your such a good writer please more lamine yamal fics im acc begging there literally none🙏🙏🙏🙏😪

the sitter— lamine yamal [ l.y ]

met you at the right time. this is what it feels like– feels like [gracie abrams]

pairing: lamine yamal x fem!reader

summary: a rushed call from lamine's mother to babysit kenye turns into more than just a regular afternoon

genre(s): toothrotting fluff (have your dentist on standby)

[w.c: 2.8k] masterlist

notes: I wrote this instead of watching the real sociedad match to cope with the fact that we're losing. I got a bit carried away with this one but I hope you like it <33

as you stepped into the familiar house, not even having to ring the doorbell you were greeted with the smell of fresh baked cookies and comfort. you shut the door behind you and easily walked through the familiar hallway.

when she saw you, lamine's mother's shoulders relaxed a heavy amount along with the breath of relief she let out. “my saviour,” she said with a smile and pulled you into a tight hug, her gratitude evident. “I'm so sorry for calling on short notice but I have an emergency— ow!”

she bit her tongue in frustration and looked down to see the toy car that she stepped on, her head spinning at her son's carelessness. “never have kids, you’ll regret it eventually,” she said half-joking and hurriedly led you to the living room where kenye was sitting on the floor, a toy car in his hand while he watched tv.

she didn't even have to call out to him, the second he saw you he was up and in your arms with a toothy grin. “hey, buddy. didn't expect to see me today did you?”

the older woman watched with a smile as you interacted with her son, the moment being cut off by her ringtone. she didn't even bother to look at it and instead grabbed her purse and made a beeline for the front door, yelling out instructions and goodbye's as if you hadn't been doing this for a year already.

“and thank you, sweetheart! I owe you! kenye, behave!”

the door slammed shut, leaving you to the 5 year old's energetic grasp. you quickly settled into your usual routine, skipping the snack part because he had his breakfast already since it was only after 10 am.

you took your usual seat on the carpet with him because he was usually full of energy this early and jittery. so to get it out of his system, you played games with him— built some lego, played with his toys and so on.

an hour had passed and you found yourself trying to make his yogurt seem edible. it was never an issue to get him to eat, all it took was one “hereeee comes the airplane” and he was more than compliant.

“there you go,” you said with a smile and lifted the final spoonful of yogurt to his lips, the boy clapping alone happily when it was finished. “you took that like a champ.”

that didn't last long however and he was starting to grow antsy again, his suffocated whines piercing your ears. it was obvious that he was sick of the house and needed to get out, so without another thought you cleaned him up and took him out to the backyard.

it was any kid's dream back there. a playhouse, jungle gym with a slide, a ball pit and his personal favourite— the mini football net that was more of a self indulgent addition from his older brother.

you'd known lamine for over 3 years now seeing that you attend the same high school but it was a cute coincidence that his mother picked you for the babysitting job. the job wasn't even needed, you were just bored and needed something to do on weekends, there wasn't even a proper answer for how she found you.

as you and kenye played in the sun-drenched backyard, laughter and joy radiated from your every move. the mini football net, a testament to lamine’s passion for the sport, stood like a sentinel awaiting kenye's energetic kicks. your eyes sparkled with delight as you cheered him on.

the air vibrated with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass, infusing your playtime with an idyllic charm. kenye's giggles echoed throughout the yard, mingling with the chirping of the birds.

meanwhile inside the house, lamine stirred from his sleep, rubbing the remnants of sleep as he descended the stairs to look for his mother. he called for her a good few times but she didn't reply, so naturally he searched the kitchen and her bedroom only to realise that the house was awfully quiet.

she would of said something if she had something planned today, and the tv was still on so someone was definitely home. then he entered the living room, his feet padding on the tiled floor as his eyes adjusted to the light from outside.

with a yawn, he neared the sliding door to check the backyard, but just as he was about to open it his hand froze on the handle. his mind blanked, his immediate reaction to seeing you play with kenye being to hide behind the curtain.

his thoughts were reeling, not expecting you to come over today. in panic, he took one last peep outside which only made his pounding heart thump even louder at the sight of you passing the ball to his brother so effortlessly.

run. that's what he did when he got the clearance, not wasting a second to rush back upstairs and grab his phone and hit the facetime button in the group chat. after 3 rings, hector and pau were on the line with him— their confused faces synced as they watched the boy lock himself in his bathroom and start pacing.

“what happened to ‘hello'?” hector said, judgement evident in his tone but lamine didn't have time to fight his snarky comments.

he propped his phone up against the mirror and rushed to get his toothbrush, his palms sweating against the toothpaste tube.

“bro, are you going to tell us what's going on or is this some type of ‘get ready with me’ gimmick?” pau spoke up finally and put another spoonful of cereal his mouth, quickly getting distracted by the cover on the box and commenting on it.

“she's here. she's not supposed to be here today so I don't know why!” lamine muffled out through his mouth full of toothpaste but his friends got the gist of it. perks of knowing each other for nearly their entire lives.

hector couldn't suppress his laughter, his smile on the screen teasing lamine. “this is even funnier because it's actually never that deep.”

pau joined in on the laughter. “imagine asking why your brother's babysitter is over to babysit,” he snorted. “it's been a year, you're insane.”

lamine finished rinsing his mouth, double checking to see if there was anything in his teeth before splashing cold water on his face. “does it look like i just woke up?” he asked and touched up his hair. “is it giving ‘I just woke up and look this good’ or ‘I freaked out and had a panic attack in my bathroom’?”

his friends went silent, their jaws on the floor at the amount of overthinking that he was doing. he's liked you since he could remember. at first it was simple attraction, and then came the longing to know you more personally, and when he did that's when everything went to shit.

you were beautiful, that's for sure but you had this natural charm that he couldn't get enough of. you made an effort to talk to him, to help him with anything that he needed and your selflessness was barely the tip of the iceberg. family was the most important thing to him, and the fact that his family loved you and treated you as their own had him on his knees.

“it's giving, ‘I can't talk to girls I'm actually interested in'” hector deadpanned and pau was quick to follow.

“I got a better one,” he said in between his laughter. “It's giving, ‘professional winger by night, but professional wreck by day.”

the bathroom echoed with pau and hector’s non-stop laughter, both boys having rolled onto their sides by now while lamine stood with his head in his hands to try and calm himself down.

worst wingmen of the year, he liked to call them. the only advice he got was to breathe and not trip over his own feet. it was pathetic of him to let his attraction towards a girl make him this… messed up? but what was a teenage boy to do?

he put on his game face and made his way downstairs again, a smile tugging at his lips when he saw that you were watching kenye as he played in the ballpit.

when you turned around you saw him there, your heart skipping a beat as he opened the door with a warming smile. it was your turn to take a deep breath. “hey, I didn't know that you were home today,” you greeted cheerfully, you confidence oozing.

“yeah, we got the day off so I took the liberty to sleep in,” he answered a took a seat beside you on the grass to greet his brother who immediately threw one of the plastic balls at him.

laughter tickled at your throat as you watched lamine playfully throw them back at him but kenye took it personally and began hurling them at him. “we're going to have to put a warning sign on him or something,” you joked in between laughter and lamine scoffed.

“the real threat is his ability to kick a ball,” the footballer said with this lips pursed.

you playfully rolled your eyes at his comment. “oh, please, you're just mad because he already has better dribbling skills than you.”

lamine's face was contorted with mock offence, and he leant back on his hands to look at you. “are you talking about the same guy who won the kopa trophy less than 2 weeks ago.”

you couldn't shake off how laid back he looked in that moment. the way he was looking at you with such ease and playfulness made your head spin. “yes, yes I am.” you answered confidently to which he put a hand over his heart.

“you wound me,” he joked. “I'm going to start making you nurse me back to health.”

funny. he was joking. right?

kenye, thrilled by the attention hurled another ball at lamine to which his older brother caught and tossed it back at him with a gloat. “nice try, but we already have the backyard champion sitting next to me right now.”

you smile faltered for a moment. “that's only because you let me win.”

lameye's eyes twinkled as he took notice of your slightly flushed cheeks and he thought that maybe he was doing something right. “you literally crushed me.”

you shook your head at his retort, ready to counter his argument as you put your hands in the air, and swiftly as if it were second nature lamine gently took them into his own to stop you from talking further. “consider my ego bruised, you're just too good,” he joked with a shrug, his hands still holding yours.

it was for a moment that you stopped breathing, unable to function properly until you realised that kenye fell asleep in the ball pit. his light snores took the attention off from your banter and onto his peaceful figure that lamine effortlessly picked up and carried to his room.

when he came downstairs again, the house had gone quiet while you cleaned up kenye’s mess that he eventually helped with. “oh wow, okay mr house husband,” you teased and tossed one of the toys at him, his smile not wavering as he continued to help you in comfortable silence.

after lunch the two of you found yourselves in the backyard again, chatting as per normal while lamine kicked the ball at his feet. he ended up stopping mid sentence to propose an idea that you weren't too eager about. a rematch at what cost? your embarrassment?

unfortunately for you, he was persuasive as hell.

“what do I get if I win?” he shrugged at your question with a knowing smile.

“anything you want, amor.”

you nearly choked on air at the term of endearment that came from literally nowhere. he didn't seem fazed by saying it though so you were almost certain that you heard him wrong and pushed it to the back of your mind and focused on the little tournament in front of you.

the sun was high, the barcelona heat was warm on your skin as you watched lamine ready the ball. the game wasn't supposed to carry on for as long as it did, but both yours and his passionate calls for cheating and distractions played a huge role in the 40 minute rematch.

“okay, this is the last round I swear,” you said with a tired huff which he was more than happy with. the ball was at your feet for a split second before you felt lamine's hands on your waist, holding you close to his chest as he sneakily took the ball and shot it into the back of the net with ease.

you jaw dropped at the utter foulness of the round. “you cheater!” you said in shock and turned to look at him, but he was too busy relishing in his glory to care. he let go of you with a proud laugh and picked the ball up again, giving it one last kick.

“I didn't cheat,” he said through a cheeky smile and took a few steps towards you. “it's a contact sport, so it's fair.”

you rolled your eyes jokingly at his counter, still in disbelief that he'd go that far. but you weren't a spoilt sport so you congratulated him on his win, fair or not and he humbly thanked you.

you turned back with a smile and began heading inside but his hands were on your waist again, the familiar tingle setting your body on fire as he turned you to look at him, the smile on his face making your heart race.

“I'll be taking my prize, thank you,” he said with a boyish grin and let his lips gently brush your cheek, a gentle, fleeting kiss that had your knees weak for a split second.

he craned his neck to look down at you, a blushing mess and he couldn't help but coo even thought he was internally jumping off buildings. “aw, don't get shy on me now.”

you quirked your brow at what you took as a challenge, mild irritation clear in your eyes that were fluttered shut seconds later when your lips met his for what was supposed to be a quick peck.

keywords: supposed to be.

the feeling of your lips on his sent a surge of electricity through his body, and he couldn't waste the opportunity. he dropped the football that was underneath his arm and pulled you in, one hand resting on your cheek and the other on your waist as he relished the taste.

the long-awaited kiss finally came and it was everything that he hoped for and more. the way you melted into him, sent a warmth through his chest that had his head spinning and hoping that you'd never let go.

when you eventually pulled away to catch your breath, your lips tugged up into an amused smile at his lovestruck look and flushed cheeks. “isn't that a better prize?” you joked, your hands still loosely wrapped around his neck.

“I want a rematch, now,” he said immediately after, and pulled you back into the yard, his eagerness getting the best of him because he was not going down like this— “if I win then you have to marry me.”

“what?!”

[halfwayhearted]

HII, you could make a Lamine fic, where he's jealous of another player because you're a fan of the other team and that player. that it's something with a lot of silliness, and fluff at the end

By the way, I love the way you write 💋

(Isn’t It) Obvious — Lamine Yamal.

Pairing: Lamine Yamal x Fem!Reader

Summary: The moment you mention a team you support and your ‘favorite’ (…) player, the boy is instantly on you about it.

Word Count: 410+

Disclaimer/s — None I can think of…

A/N: Idk how I didn’t get to this request sooner, I loved this???

You quite honestly didn’t think that accidentally mentioning another team you were a fan of would lead to this: Lamine asking you question after question about the team and, to his dismay, your favorite player. Which wasn’t even your favorite player; all you said was that you enjoyed seeing what he brought to the match. That’s it. That’s all.

Yet here you were, both of your brows pinched.

“I really don’t understand what you’re doing,” you voiced softly, pulling your knees up to your chest.

Your boyfriend ignores you. “When did you start liking them? Or, sorry, nevermind, I have a better question, when did you start liking your player?”

That elicits a groan from your mouth. “I—excuse me? My player? This conversation has officially reached its max stupidity status. First of all, he is not my player. Second of all, all I said was that I was invested in how he plays. He’s literally new!”

“It’s basically the same thing if you think about it.”

“Then stop thinking about it, you idiot. Sit down and watch. That’s all I’m asking—he is not my favorite player, you already know who mine is.”

Lamine lets out a small huff, plops down beside you, and slides his arm around your curled-up legs, resting it on your calf. “I don’t. Who is it?”

“Don’t play coy and humble. Come on, answer it.”

Letting a smirk slowly take over his features, he clears his throat before responding, “Is it me?”

You click your tongue. “What? Not you. It’s Balde.”

Just as he’s about to stand up, you’re quick to grab his arm. A laugh bubbles out of you. “I’m kidding! I’m just kidding! I’m messing with you, Lamine. Of course it’s you. Always, I promise.”

“Not funny at all,” he grumbled, settling back into his seat. Despite his words, you can tell he’s not truly upset; the smile on his lips gives him away.

“Did I get you? Actually, no, I so got you. I know.”

With feigned annoyance, he gently pushes you. “Good to know I’m the only one who’s humble.”

Your smile only widens at the slight shove, and then you’re leaning into him, patting his thigh. “Hey, I played it well! Maybe one day you can get me back.” You pause, then frown. “Actually, maybe don’t get me back. Yeah. Uh, thanks…”

Flickering his gaze over to you, he chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Uh-huh. Wouldn’t dream of it.”

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

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

[universefcb]

Hey! I absolutely adore your writing, and I was hoping you could make a long fic about Lamine Yamal where the reader is Neymar's daughter. Lamine has a massive crush on her but does his best to keep it under wraps.

Every time they interact, he ends up a total mess, stumbling over his words and inadvertently embarrassing himself. Then, she attends one of his matches with her dad, and after the game, he finally gathers enough courage to ask her out.

She's totally taken aback because she was oblivious to his crush on her and thought he was just naturally awkward. Maybe throw in a cute moment where his teammates tease him when they spot her in the stands during the game.

Thank you so much! <33

Neymar's daughter

Pairing: Lamine Yamal X girl!reader

Summary: You are Neymar's daughter, and you already live in Spain with your mother – since she is not a native Brazilian – and when he comes to visit you in Spain, he always takes you on trips to see something about Barcelona, and Lamine ends up falling in love with you.

Warning: None, just Lamine being an adorable teenager :<3

Author's note: First order from Lamine Yamal, I feel nervous! The combination of Neymar and Lamine is something I want!!

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

Lamine Yamal had everything under control on the field. Quick dribbling, sharp vision of the game, precision in passing. But as soon as she appeared, her motor coordination became history. Literally.

Her. Neymar's daughter.

Y/n da Silva Santos — 15 years old, easy smile and a look that made Lamine's heart do somersaults inside. Ever since she had first appeared at the training center with her father, Lamine had found himself making up excuses to go to the physiotherapists' room just so he could, who knows, bump into her in the hallway.

But it wasn't like he was going to say anything. Quite the opposite. Every time she spoke to him, Lamine froze.

“Hi, Lamine!” she said, the last time she saw him at CT, waving her hand and that shy smile.

“I… hi… good… training? You… er… hi.” he replied, as if he had forgotten his own language.

It was there that she concluded: He's kind of strange, right?

Little did she know that this stranger was the result of a carefully hidden passion—or at least, that's what Lamine tried to do.

The afternoon was hot and the Camp Nou was pulsating. Important game, packed stadium. But Lamine almost tripped over himself when he saw a familiar silhouette in the VIP stands: His love. Next to her, none other than Neymar, casual, smiling, as if he hadn't just thrown the poor striker's nerves into the fan.

“Someone’s nervous today,” Héctor Fort muttered, nudging Lamine in the locker room.

“Shut up,” he snapped, but he was already blushing up to his ears.

“Relax, the princess is just watching the game. She’s not going to ask you to marry her,” Gavi said, joining in the provocation with a mischievous smile.

Lamine snorted, grabbed his coat, and headed out onto the field with his head full. The only thing he kept repeating in his mind was: Focus on the game, focus on the game.

Spoiler: it didn't work.

Fifteen minutes into the first half, when he tried to discreetly look at where she was sitting, he made a simple mistake and fell on his butt. The stadium laughed. The Barça fans applauded in support. His teammates, however... did not forgive him.

“If you want, I’ll ask her to come down and tie your shoelaces,” Raphinha joked, passing by him after the move.

“Did you see her looking?” Lamine asked quietly.

“See. And laughing. At you, probably” Raphinha replied, laughing along.

Despite the disaster, Lamine recovered. He made an assist, almost scored a great goal and helped his team win. But when the referee blew the final whistle, he didn't feel the euphoria that comes with victory. He only had one thing on his mind: she was still there. And he needed to talk to her.

He took a deep breath. He dried the sweat with a towel. He ran his hand through his hair about five times. He looked at himself in the reflection of the glass door. And he went.

The girl was taking a selfie with Neymar when she saw him approaching. He looked nervous, but determined. She smiled, a little surprised.

“Hi, Lamine! You played a lot!” she said, sincerely.

He cleared his throat.

“Thanks… yeah… good… hi again…” he grimaced. It started out well. “I wanted to… talk to you. A minute. Alone?”

Neymar raised an eyebrow with a smirk. She looked at her father, silently asking for permission. Neymar nodded with a protective look.

They took a few steps away, Lamine more nervous than before a final.

“I… I like you, okay? Like, ever since you showed up at the training center that day with a purple backpack and a pair of socks of each color. I thought it was weird, but cute. And… you make me completely stupid, as you must have noticed. And I was wondering if… I don’t know… if you’d like to go out with me sometime. Ice cream, a movie, I don’t know… something off the table.”

Silence.

She blinked, several times. Then she let out a little laugh.

“Do you… like me?”

“Very much,” he replied, somewhat desperately. “Like, really much. Don’t judge me. Please.”

“Lamine…” she took a step closer, surprised and touched. “I swear I thought you were just weird.”

“That too,” he admitted, laughing sheepishly. “But because of you.”

She smiled, and her eyes sparkled.

“I would love to go out with you.”

Lamine paused for a second. He literally froze. Then he could only shake his head and mutter:

“Seriously? You’re not kidding?”

“I’m not. But if you stutter that much on a date, I’m going to think you have a glitch in your brain.”

“I promise to try to be just a little weird,” he replied, laughing nervously.

She laughed back.

And there, in the corridor that separated the field from the VIP area, amid shy smiles and racing hearts, Lamine Yamal realized that, for the first time off the field… he could also win.

Taglist: @paucubarsisimp @nngkay @meganesanchez @bymerinott @htpssgavi @luvvpedri @moonvr @joaosnovia @httpsdana @ilovebarcaaaa @p4uul0vr

[pedriache]

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 !

[paucubarsisimp]

Hiii :)) could an imagine like this one : https://www.tumblr.com/paucubarsisimp/767253586659934208/hii-i-could-make-a-request-for-lamine-yamal but where it’s Lamine who is extra clingy please :3 thankks

clingier

pairing: lamine yamal x reader

summary: in which lamine acts clingier

warnings: extreme clinginess

taglist: @barcapix, @universefcb, @nngkay, @joaosnovia, @ilovebarcaaaa, lmk if you want to be added!

a/n: i thinki made him a bit too clingy in this...

you barely made it through the door before your phone buzzed for the fourth time in five minutes. you hadn’t even taken your shoes off yet.

lamine: princesaaaaa where are youuu

lamine: i miss you and it’s only been like 2 hours

lamine: you’re not ignoring me right??

lamine: ok now i’m sad

you sighed, a tired smile tugging at your lips. you’d just finished your final exam, and the only thing you wanted was a hot shower, food, and lamine’s arms.

you dropped your bag by the table, grabbed a water from the fridge, and spotted the little note he left on the whiteboard before training:

“7pm at raph’s. i’ll pick you up. i love you. don’t forget or i’ll cry. —your amor”

you looked at the time. 6:10.

“shit.”

you ran upstairs, changed into your fave pair of jeans and that little brown top he liked (the one that made him go speechless the first time you wore it). hair up, light makeup—just lashes, blush, and gloss. gold hoops, brown heels, your mum’s purse. perfume on your neck and wrists, a soft hum in the air as you sprayed it.

lamine: we’re outsideee

lamine: gavi says hurry

you: coming, you big baby 🙄

as soon as you got in the car, lamine practically launched himself into the backseat.

“hi baby,” he mumbled, pulling you into his chest like he hadn’t seen you in months. “you smell like an angel. i missed it.”

“hola pablo,” you said through a laugh, giving gavi a quick wave over lamine’s shoulder.

“hola y/n,” gavi said, rolling his eyes but smiling anyway. “he’s been like this the whole way here. was about to make me pull over and let him walk to calm down.”

lamine didn’t care. he was busy peppering kisses along your jaw, your cheek, your temple. “i just really like you,” he whispered, voice all soft and whiny.

“you saw me yesterday,” you reminded him.

“i know. that’s what makes it worse. i thought it’d hold me over but it didn’t.”

by the time you pulled up to raphinha’s place, lamine had both arms wrapped around your waist and refused to let go. literally. gavi had to open the door for you both because he wouldn’t budge.

taia opened the door the second you rang the bell. “hola bebé!” she pulled you into a hug, but lamine stayed attached to your back like velcro.

“hi taia,” you giggled, trying not to trip with lamine behind you. “you look amazing.”

“so do you! and… is lamine okay?” she asked, glancing behind you.

“he’s just being needy.”

“i’m literally not,” he said into your shoulder. “i’m just showing affection. there’s a difference.”

inside, the rest of the girls—mikky, ana, dani—were already sitting around the living room, drinks in hand. taia dragged you toward them, but lamine followed like a puppy.

“lamine, go hang out with your friends,” you said, gently pushing at his chest.

he frowned. “but i just got you back.”

“you saw her this morning,” mikky laughed. “is this normal?”

“he’s always like this,” you said, taking a seat.

“you love it,” he muttered, sitting on the floor beside you, resting his head against your thigh. “you’re literally smiling right now.”

and yeah, you were.

he stayed there the entire evening. anytime you shifted, he was tugging on your hand, asking for another kiss. he stole bites from your plate, nuzzled into your neck, played with your fingers under the table while everyone else was talking. even when you stood to go grab another drink, he followed.

“you don’t need to come with me every time i move,” you teased.

“i do. what if you leave me.”

“i’m getting lemonade.”

“what if you never come back.”

you just blinked at him. “do you want the lemonade?”

“…yes please.”

later, when you finally got home, you changed into pajamas and flopped into bed. lamine was right behind you, instantly wrapping himself around you like a blanket.

“you’re warm,” he mumbled.

“you’re clingy,” you mumbled back.

“you love me though.”

you rolled over to face him, smiling. “i really do.”

he kissed your nose, then your lips. “i missed you all day.”

“i know, baby.”

“don’t leave me tomorrow, okay?”

“you have training.”

“i’ll skip.”

“no you won’t.”

“maybe.”

“go to sleep, lamine.”

he pouted but settled down, arms still tight around you, legs tangled with yours.

“te amo,” he whispered.

you kissed his collarbone. “te amo más.”

“nope. not possible. i’m winning.”

[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.

[vicolette]

Part two to love affair where Pedro catches them making out

Forbidden Temptations ! (Part two of 'Love Affair !')

– A/N : hi anon! Due to Lamine and the reader being (implied as) minors in 'Love Affair', I wouldn’t be writing anything explicit about them, hope you understand<33

– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, mentions of y/n & pet names, slightly suggestive, being caught during an embarrassing moment, overprotective brother Pedri, not proofread

"Long time no see."

"You could’ve at least knocked on the door…" Your voice went quiet as you stepped aside to let Lamine inside, checking the driveway to see if Pedri was lurking somewhere, but he was nowhere to be found – thankfully.

Taking his shoes off rather quickly, Lamine closed the front door and leaned against it, smiling at how concerned you were as usual by thinking that your brother would catch you with him.

"As, stop worrying, ma." All of a sudden, he placed a hand on your hip and pulled you closer to him, making him chuckle at your sudden gasp. As you quickly recovered from the shock and playfully hit his arm, he let you with a smile on his face. "He won’t catch us, trust."

"I don’t know if I can trust you. Last time, he almost caught us!" Lamine rolled his eyes and made his way to the living room while dragging you alongside with him, having planned to have a movie night with you for a while now.

Once you both were seated on the couch and he reached for the tv remote, you glared at him with a slight pout for not letting you speak up, until your gaze slowly lowered to his arm, specifically his bicep. Ever since he had first met you, it was clear that he had gone to the gym more often – whether to impress you or not, you didn’t know.

Knowing him, he probably did.

It seemed like you weren’t as secretive as you thought you’d be, since his smirk only grew while he placed an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side as Lamine kept his eyes on the television.

"You’re staring." His words mee your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, firstly now facing away from him. The living room was filled with laughter as he pulled you closer, a mischievous grin on his expression while he tried to keep you as close as he could.

And, at some point, you ended up beneath him. The position wasn’t exactly ideal for you – a bit weird, if you could say it – but Lamine was enjoying more than he should have. With his eyes wide and his hands on your hips, he leaned closer until your noses were touching.

"You look pretty like this, cutie pie."

"Never ever call me that again." A scowl was present while you spoke, Lamine playfully rolling his eyes before he finally crashed his lips against yours, which earned a whimper from you. Your hands shot up as you placed one on top of his head and the other on his chest, feeling his heartbeat that only made you more nervous.

Once you couldn’t breathe anymore, you physically forced Lamine to allow you to take some air and space, with him pouting. However, the sight of your neck made his eyes sparkle, inching closer as he waited for permission to bite you.

When you merely nodded, although you didn’t even know what was currently happening, Lamine placed a delicate kiss on your shoulder blade firstly, opening his mouth as he dug his teeth into your flesh. It wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling, yet it did hurt a bit.

"Sorry, too much?"

"Too much." Lamine frowned at that, pouting as he kissed over that bite mark repeatedly, feeling guilty for causing you discomfort. Meanwhile, you tried to ignore the way it actually felt refreshing, if it wasn’t for the fact that he had been a bit too close to your neck.

All of a sudden, the front door opened.

Your heartbeat sped up as you tried to push Lamine away from you, yet he was feeling all needy of your affection that he didn’t hear it from the couch, until the footsteps were getting louder and louder and it was too late and-

"Pedri!" Your voice sounded way too enthusiastic as you glanced at Lamine, who had his hands still on each side of your head. You were propped up by your elbows, a small giggle leaving your mouth as you tried to ease the situation. "I thought you were coming home later..?"

"I lied." Frustration lingered in his voice as Pedri stared daggers into Lamine's head, making him roll his eyes before he faced his captain. A mocking smirk grew on his face, yet before Lamine could say anything, you moved your mouth to place it on his cheek and push him away.

"Look, it isn't-" A sigh escaped from Pedri's mouth as he lowered his head, trying to remain as calm as he possibly could. He knew how Lamine was, how he'd break the rules and embarrass his opponents, but this?

This was causing him a headache.

"Lamine." The tone was surprisingly relaxed, yet firm nonetheless, as the said person looked up at Pedri. With you still in a rather awkward position, Lamine pulled you closer without even thinking about the consequences. The sight of Pedri's eye twitching made him want to laugh.

"If you hurt her, even just one time by a hair, be prepared to say goodbye to your career."

Silence took over the room as you both stared at your older brother in shock, before Lamine pumped his fist into the air and hugged you tightly, a boyish grin on his face. Soon enough, he had to let go of you though, since he obviously couldn't hurt you.

"Ay ay, captain."

"Do not call me that."

– A/N : I rewrote like a third of this bc I didn’t save the draft😞🤞also literally GASPED when I got this request cuz I was thinking about it like omg??

[strawberryblue-blog]

Pregnancy —FC Barcelona.

Summary: How would they react when they found out you are pregnant?

Warning: none. Cute, soft, fluff, pregnancy.

Words count: +1.1k

Pedri Gonzalez.

⩨͢ He would be the one who gets too excited.

⩨͢ You would tell him with a box with a pair of baby shoes.

⩨͢ At first he's silent, staring at the little shoes, his face full of confusion. Then his face suddenly lights up.

⩨͢ "Are you serious, are you going to be a mommy, am I going to be a daddy?"

⩨͢ He hugs you tight, lifting you off the ground, rolling you all over the place as he squeals with happiness still in disbelief.

⩨͢ You would literally burst into tears of happiness as you call your family, your mother would be the first to know, then everyone else.

⩨͢ He starts making plans immediately, he wants everything to be perfect and will not let any detail go by until the birth of his son.

Ferran Torres.

⩨͢ Ferran would be a bit of a shock.

⩨͢ You probably told him straight up, scared and afraid but you needed to get it out of you.

⩨͢ His reaction was a bit cold, he freezes in place, blinks several times, not understanding.

⩨͢ "Wait... what?" Pregnant? He would say nervously.

⩨͢ He sits up and stares into the void for a few seconds, trying to take in the situation. Don't misunderstand, she's happy, even if she's not responding yet.

⩨͢ Then he would hug you tightly and kiss your face, starting to squeal with happiness.

⩨͢ He would confess to you that he is terrified of the idea of being a father but only because he wants to do his best for his baby and wants to be enough for you with everything he can help.

Pablo Gavi.

⩨͢ He's the guy who finds out before he's told.

⩨͢ Pablo was the one who found the pregnancy test in the trash.

⩨͢ I think he would assimilate it before you would assimilate it yourself, he would be the one to tell and the one to hold you up when you break down.

⩨͢ "Is this real? We're going to be parents!" He would ask in amazement.

⩨͢ His heart races when you tell him yes. He's happy, he's probably wanted to be a father forever.

⩨͢ He would run to you to hug you when you burst into tears scared by this new stage.

⩨͢ He would be the one who helps you with everything, he would say nice words to you when you doubt about your maternity, he would accompany you everywhere. He is the proud papa and wants everything to go well.

Fermín López.

⩨͢ Fermín would be the one who worries before getting excited.

⩨͢ He knows it's a new experience for you and really wants to be with you whatever you decide.

⩨͢ "How do you feel about this? Do you want me to call your mother? Are you okay?" he would ask in distress.

⩨͢ He would sit next to you, holding your hand as he caresses you and helps you settle your thoughts. He is your best friend and wants to be there for you.

⩨͢ He would tell you not to worry, that you are going to do this together and that you will be the best mother he could ask for his children.

⩨͢ Still in disbelief, with his giant smile and his heart warm from so much joy, he would kiss your forehead as he hugs you and you imagine life together.

⩨͢ He would let you choose the name, you are the one who carries it, you are the one who chooses it. That's his rule.

Eric Garcia.

⩨͢ I think his reaction would be so tender that everything bad would go away. Eric would definitely cry.

⩨͢ He would take the pregnancy test shaking, looking at you confused with a million questions.

⩨͢ He stares at you silently, his lip starting to tremble, his eyes watering with emotion.

⩨͢ "I can't believe it... Is this really happening?"

⩨͢ He would hug you tightly, full of love as he whispers how much he loves you and how happy he is about this news.

⩨͢ He would do everything to make you feel comfortable at this stage, he would be your emotional and physical support, he would take care of everything as long as you don't do anything even when you tell him you can do it.

⩨͢ He is really happy to form a family with you, nothing makes him prouder and happier than you being the mother of his child.

Alejandro Balde.

⩨͢ He's the one who gets nervous and panics.

⩨͢ He's happy, don't get him wrong. But he would go into a trance of insecurity and unfamiliarity that would make him too nervous.

⩨͢ "God... this is real" he would say in disbelief.

⩨͢ He would walk around in circles while trying to calm down, asking himself a lot of questions.

⩨͢ Then he would approach you to ask you what you want to do, if you need something, if you want to talk to him or need space.

⩨͢ It would be you who has to calm him down, telling him that everything is going to be okay and that you want this more than ever.

⩨͢ Alejandro would be so happy inside that he would run to tell everyone, still scared and surprised. He would ask his parents, aunts, grandmother for advice, he wants to prepare himself well.

Hector Fort.

⩨͢ Hector would be him acting like he already knew, even though he was a little scared, he's happy.

⩨͢ Probably because he already knew it would happen sooner or later and was sincerely preparing for it.

⩨͢ He smiles calmly, making some joke about it while trying to feel out the situation.

⩨͢ "I suspected it, you were acting different."

⩨͢ He's super happy, he always dreamed of being a father and this is a dream for him. Although I would treat him carefully so he doesn't look so excited for your sake.

⩨͢ He has a list prepared with all the boy names, he wants a boy and he will manifest that.

⩨͢ He would be the cool dad who allows everything to his son and who would contradict you everything just to make his son prefer him.

Pau Cubarsi.

⩨͢ Pau would laugh with nerves.

⩨͢ He's so nervous that he couldn't say a word when you showed him the ultrasound you had done.

⩨͢ "This... this is our kid?" he would ask shyly and somewhat in shock.

⩨͢ He would put his hands on his face in astonishment when you said yes. His chest would jump for joy even though he was scared.

⩨͢ He would kiss your belly at every opportunity, grabbing it when he could, in disbelief.

⩨͢ Pau would be the best companion you could ask for, he would worry about you, your feeding, your rest, everything you need.

⩨͢ He would be too proud and happy to be able to watch you carry his child while you learn to be parents, he would be the best father.

Lamine Yamal.

⩨͢ The one who doesn't know what to say or what to do.

⩨͢ He's so nervous he'd probably say something funny and stupid.

⩨͢ "I...wow I thought babies were really brought by the stork"

⩨͢ He'd ask you if it hurts, if you feel anything, if he can touch it, he'd even be afraid to rest his hand on your belly.

⩨͢ He is more than happy, even if he doesn't feel ready to be a father, he knows that with you by his side they could be everything.

⩨͢ He is your best company, he would dedicate himself to give you all his attention, he would help you do everything, he would prepare delicious food, he would ask his fellow parents for advice.

⩨͢ He is somewhat impatient, he wants to see his little one grow up, he wants to feel him and above all, he would be quite happy to have another one.