#lamine yamal imagine

[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.

[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.

[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.”

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

[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.”

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

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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.

[paucubarsisimp]

HII, I could make a request for Lamine Yamal, where the reader and he are a couple, and she is so loving and clingy with him in public, and that makes Lamine shy in front of his friends or family, but in the end he feels so in love with her when she hugs, shows off or kisses him in public :))

Shy

lamine yamal x reader

warning: cursing,

you had just gotten home from school exhausted. you had one of your final exams today and you couldn’t be more excited to settle in bed and watch films with your boyfriend.

you put your bag on the dining table before going over to the fridge to grab water. you took a quick glance at the small magnetic whiteboard. you saw there was a note in lamine’s handwriting.

hola mi amor! don’t forget we have the dinner with the team today at 7. besitos x

you gasped as you realized that it was 6:03. you quickly ran up to your room and got changed into dark blue jeans and a brown square neck top. you put your hair up and paired it with a cute brown purse your mum got you and brown heels. by now it was 6:29 and you quickly sat down at your vanity. you did your lashes, blush and lip gloss and put on some small gold hoops. you hummed to yourself as you sprayed a bit of perfume to your neck and wrist. you smiled as you saw a text from lamine pop up on your lock screen.

lamine

me and gavi are in the car princesa ❤️

you typed a ‘coming my love’ before grabbing your purse and putting in your essentials and running out the door.

you saw gavi’s car and walked towards it and getting in.

“hola pablo.” you greeted.

“hola y/n.” he replied as he drove out of the driveway.

you looked at lamine and he was wearing an oversized hoodie and you wanted nothing more to just squeeze him.

“mi amor!” you grinned as you hugged the boy.

“hola mi reina. you look beautiful.” he complimented.

“thank you.” you blushed as you hid your face in the crook of his neck, placing small kisses there as you took in his cologne you loved very much causing him to giggle and squirm away at the tickling sensation.

“okay, we’re hear lovebirds!” gavi announced as he parked the car. lamine blushed a deep red and you kissed his cheek before opening the door and getting out with him.

the three of you walked to the door of raphinha’s a house and rang the doorbell.

“holaaa bebé” taia greeted as she engulfed you into a hug.

“i missed you! you look so good!” taia said as she pulled apart to look at your outfit.

“gracias. you look gorgeous as well.” you blushed as you complimented her outfit.

“come in, come in! we need to catch up.” taia and you giggled as she pulled you in. you glanced back at lamine and blew him a kiss. you followed her over to where mikky, ana and dani were sitting. you would think it would be weird with you sitting with older women but they treated you like you were their little sister.

“so… you had an exam today no?” taia asked as she grabbed you an ice tea.

“si, i’m exhausted.” you sighed.

“dios! amor you should be resting or studying! what are you doing here?” dani exclaimed.

“well lamine really wanted me to come.” you said as you glanced over at the boy who was giggling and messing around with pau and fermin.

”you really love him don’t you?” mikky chuckled.

“yeah.” you mumbled as you watched him shove hector into pau.

“anyway… where’s raphael and miles?” you questioned.

“right there.” mikky pointed to where frenkie and raphinha were watching the two boys while talking to robert and ronald. lamine and the boys walked towards the two kids and you watched as lamine picked up raphael and tickled him causing him to squeal and giggle.

the women chuckled at the heart eyes you were making at him and nudged you to go to him. you stood up and went over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. you started kissing his cheek repeatedly as he put down raphael.

“hi love.” you kissed his nose as he turned around causing him to blush. he buried his neck into your shoulder as the boys around him started to laugh at his blush.

“they’re teasing me.” he whined. you chuckled and ruffled his hair and kissed his forehead.

throughout the evening, you continued hugging and kissing lamine randomly and each time he would hide his face or blush.

when you finally got home and were in bed with your pyjamas on, lamine finally questioned your behaviour.

“amor, que pasó?” (what happened)

“nada, you just looked adorable in that hoodie.” you replied, snugglinh closer to him.

he laughed before putting his arms around you and pulling you closer.

“te amo” he whispered.

“te amo más” you replied.

“imposible”

lmk if there any mistakes!!

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[looooochie]

𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 | lamine yamal

summary: lamine toys around with his girlfriend.

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

your outfit:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

˚˖𓍢ִ໋ ✧˚.༘⋆

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(I'm lazy asf so skip)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dayluxe]

Casual - Lamine Yamal

¡ request are open !

pairing: Lamine Yamal x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

things changed, more than they really thought.

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

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

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

But oh girl, how wrong you were

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[vanilladiorr]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 - Lamine Yamal

Summary: He finally confesses to his first love, on her birthday Pairing: Lamine Yamal x FEM!reader Warning/s: None A/n: Sorry for leaving you all for this long, now im back!! ;)

Lamine took a deep breath as he rang the doorbell of your house, and soon, the door opened revealing your mother.

"Hola tía, donde está y/n?" Lamine asked nervously, today he looked really nervous. Your mother smiled and said "Hola lamine, oh y/n she's in her room"

Lamine nodded as your mother invited him inside. It was your birthday, and he was unusually nervous today, as if he was going to do something that you may potentially like or dislike. Only time will tell…

He walked up to your room, and knocked on the door twice. When you opened it, he was greeted by a cheerful smile as you said, “Hola, Lamine.”

Lamine's face was flushed as he spoke, the words "Hola, y/n. Y… um… ¡Feliz cumpleaños, amiga!" (Happy birthday y/n!) escaping his lips. To him, you looked absolutely beautiful on this day.

"Thank you!" you replied. Lamine grabbed your wrist gently, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness as he spoke. "Hey, I want to take you somewhere…" he said, anxiously awaiting your response.

"Sure thing! But where are we going?" you questioned, curious. "I know a spot, just follow me..." Lamine responded, gently holding on to your wrist and gently guiding you out of the house.

Lamine led you to a sunny location, its energy and atmosphere feeling almost cheerful. The place resembled a yard, lush and filled with natural beauty. The sunlight shone brightly, illuminating the surroundings and creating a warm and vibrant ambiance.

Lamine patted the spot beside him, signaling you to sit down.

"Y/n, I have something for you," he said anxiously, his heart pounding as he waited for your reaction.

"Yeah?" you replied, your curiosity piqued by his statement.

Lamine reached into his pocket, his hand emerging with a small box clutched within it. Your eyes widening with anticipation, your curiosity growing stronger with each passing moment.

Lamine lifted the lid of the box to reveal a beautifully crafted necklace, its intricate details glimmering in the sunlight. A gasp escaped your lips as you took in the sight of it, your voice filled with awe.

"Oh my god, this is so pretty…" you said, your eyes fixed on the necklace, captivated by its beauty.

Lamine's smile widened as he spoke, "It's just a little gift from me," he murmured. Slowly, he took the necklace out of the box and moved his hand to your neck, gently placing the jewelry around it. His fingers brushed softly against your skin as he moved your hair away from your shoulder, his touch leaving a trail of electricity that tingled through your body.

As the necklace settled on your neck, Lamine's hand lingering on your skin for a moment longer than necessary, the air charged with an undeniable tension. You were so close together, the distance between you shrinking to almost nothing. The romantic atmosphere enveloped you both, heightening your senses and stirring something deep inside you.

As Lamine finally pulled back, distance once again separating the two of you, you looked up at him and smiled. "Thank you, Lamine," you said, your voice filled with happiness and gratitude. "I'm so happy."

Lamine met your gaze, his eyes meeting yours as he tried to suppress the swirling emotions inside of him. Seeing your smile only made his heart beat faster. He nodded, his own smile faltering slightly as he spoke. "You're welcome," he repeated. "I'm glad you like the necklace."

The conversation was lighthearted, but there was a hint of unease in Lamine's eyes. He fidgeted nervously as he spoke, his heart pounding, each beat like a booming sound in the silent surroundings.

"There's something I've wanted to tell you for so long," Lamine confessed, his voice trembling slightly. "I don't know if it will ruin your day or not, but I can't keep it in any longer, and I think now is the perfect time…then never"

Lamine's heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest as he finally voiced the words he had been holding back for so long. His hands fidgeted nervously on his lap, his eyes fixed on you as he spoke.

"For the past two years, I've been developing feelings for you that go beyond just being friends," he confessed, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation. "I… I have more than friendly feelings for you…"

Although you knew exactly what Lamine meant, you decided to play dumb, "What do you mean??"

Lamine's shoulders slumped a bit, his heart sinking as he realized you were pretending not to understand his confession. But he had come too far to back out now, so he swallowed his nerves and said, his voice slightly shaky,

"I really like you."

The words hung in the air, his vulnerability and sincerity clearly showing on his face.

Lamine watched your reaction, confusion etched on his face as you muttered a small "oh" while looking at the flowers. He waited for a moment, then took a deep breath and decided to continue, his determination growing stronger.

"I've really liked you… for a long time," he said, his voice filled with earnestness. "It's not just a passing crush or a fleeting attraction. It's real, and it's intense."

Lamine's heart skipped a beat at your quiet response. "It's okay" you said, your voice barely audible. His mind raced with fear, wondering if you were going to reject him. The silence hung between the two of you like a taut rope, each moment of uncertainty stretching like an eternity.

"Do... do you... by any chance... like me?" he repeated, his words filled with a mixture of hope and trepidation.

"No, Lamine, it's not the case. Sorry," you said quietly, your voice soft but firm. Lamine's world seemed to come crashing down as he heard your confession, each beat of his heart breaking further with the realization that his feelings were not reciprocated.

Lamine's voice was barely audible as he responded with a simple "oh." Pain, hurt, and a myriad of other emotions washed over him like an ocean wave, leaving him feeling vulnerable and raw. His body remained motionless, as if frozen in time, as he tried to process the reality of your rejection..

As you slowly wrapped your arms around him and patted his back, Lamine's body stiffened for a moment, the unexpected gesture catching him off guard. He felt a rush of emotions as he felt your touch, the hurt and pain still raw in his heart. But then, almost instinctively, he leaned into your embrace, his body seeking comfort and solace...

Your quiet murmur, "but I love you," echoed in Lamine's ears, the words hitting him like a shockwave. For a moment, he didn't dare to believe what he had just heard, his mind trying to process your confession..

"What??" he repeated, his voice betraying his confusion. "Did I hear you right? You...you love me?"

You nodded, maintaining eye contact with Lamine as a smile graced your lips. He was left in utter disbelief, his brain struggling to catch up with the sudden shift in events. His heart pounded against his chest, his mind racing as he tried to grasp the reality of the situation.

You gently pressed your forehead against his and closed your eyes, a hint of playfulness in your voice. Your words, "yes, I love you idiot, more than you could imagine…" sunk into Lamine's ears, making his heart flutter with a mixture of relief and joy. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he closed his eyes, letting your admission wash over him like a soothing wave.

Lamine's voice was filled with affectionate frustration as he spoke, "You little menace, I was about to jump into depression," he teased, gently pinching your nose between his fingers. A mixture of relief and playfulness filled his tone.

Lamine placed his hands on your cheeks and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"I'm not your toy to play with," he said jokingly.

"But I can buy our future kids toys, that's for sure."

You laughed and teased, "That was so lame, Lamine. Come up with something better next time."

Lamine responded with a mock pout, his voice filled with feigned hurt, "Heyyy! I know it was lame, but did you have to point it out? I was trying my best."

Despite his humorous protest, a laugh escaped his lips, a genuine smile on his face as you enveloped him in a warm hug..

In a swift moment, Lamine seized the opportunity to steal a quick peck on your lips, catching you off guard. "Heyyy!" you exclaimed, a deep blush spreading across your cheeks, as he laughed at your flustered reaction.

"Was that lame too?" He asked in a teasing tone, "Dfy not" You said..

[ripmyselfxd]

New Years Day (lamine Yamal)

Warnings- Nothing but fluff and New Years

Proofread?- yes

It was beautiful, to the fireworks, to your boyfriend. Spain was always beautiful in your mind, so when Lamine suggested going to Spain with his family for New Years Day, how could you say no?

“Babe, come on! We have to go!” Lamine called out to you from the bedroom. “One second!” You called back to him, putting the finishing touches to your make up before going out of the bathroom. “Okay~” You stepped out of the bathroom, “How do I look?” Lamine looked up from his phone, his jaw dropping and his eyes going wide, “Oh…” He said, stuffing his phone into his pocket. You smiled and did a spin, “Yes or no?” He grinned, “Yes, that’s a yes.” He walked over to you, taking your hand and spinning you around again. “You look like a queen, my querida.” (Darling) He said, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles. “Let’s go!” You say, taking his hands and pulling him with you, out of the hotel room.

After meeting up with Lamine’s family, you all decided to eat dinner together. “~And then Lamine tripped and fell into the pool, his new phone going with him!” The table bustled with chuckles and short laughs while Lamine rubbed his temples while smiling “Mamá!” He said, chuckling with his family.

After dinner, Lamine, you and his family went to a nearby bridge that no one was on. Everyone was waiting around for the fireworks to start. Lamine’s little brother, Keyne, complained, “When is it going to start, I’m tired!” His mom chuckled and pat his head, “Soon, be patient.”

Soon enough the fireworks did start, Lamine was no where to be seen though. It didn’t bother you, until it did. It was 3 minutes until the bell dropped and he was still no where to be seen and you started to worry. You had never kissed someone on New Years and you hopped this was going to be it. “10! 9! 8! 7! 6!~” You frantically looked around for Lamine, but found nothing. You accepted that you weren’t getting kissed this time and hung your head down, “3! 2!~” You felt a hand on your shoulder, spinning you around. You turned and saw Lamine, grinning, “Hello, querida~” You smiled as you saw him, “hi!” He looked up, seeing fireworks going off. He kissed you passionately, pouring all of his love and affection into the kiss.

“I love you so much, happy New Years.”

“I love you too. Happy New Years…”

Happy new years, my people!

[pabl0andm3]

I'M ON MY KNEES NOW🧎

[strawberryblue-blog]

Astraphobia —FC BARCELONA.

summary: How would you react to you having a phobia of storms/lightning/thunder?

warnings: none. fluff, cute, angst, sad, discomfort, etc.

words count: +1.2k.

#SEXYNOTE: kinda inspired by my own fear. I hope you enjoy it, love you 🩵💌

Pedri González.

He feels guilty when there are storms, because he enjoys them, while you suffer. He would quickly run to you and wrap you tightly, cradling you while whispering that everything is going to be ok.

For that reason he would be very close to you, holding you, hugging you, whispering random things in your ear, so he can distract you and help you.

He really doesn't like to see you like this, so small on the bed, covering your ears while loud booms fall from the sky, your tears and sobs make him sick. He feels he can't do anything else and that makes him angry so he won't move from your side until it's all over.

Pablo Gavi.

He doesn't like or dislike storms, let's say it's all the same to him. But after he found out about your phobia, he started to hate them. More because he knows they hurt you, he doesn't like to see you suffer so he will make sure to take care of you.

Before leaving home he looks at the weather forecast, he knows that so you can be safe. He doesn't want to leave you alone suffering. He would be very attentive to everything and if he is away from home, Gavi would come back quickly while he can.

His strong arms hold you, while you are under the blanket, cuddling. Your scares and jumps scare him, so he will hold you tight, if you cry he will tell you jokes, kiss your face, make noises, anything to distract you.

Ferran Torres.

He never met anyone with this fear before, he didn't even know it existed, but when you told her, vhe began to research it to educate himself and help you.

He has several techniques, like taking you to the shower, running you a hot bath and playing the music very loud, before the storm starts. Because if you hear a single rumble, you will collapse and he won't be able to get you up.

He also usually closes the curtains and turns on all the lights so that you do not see the lights, he would also make a homemade tent in the room where she would put lights, candles, food and anything for you. While cuddling and soothing you with his sweet words and touches.

Fermín López.

Although he likes storms, he prefers that they don't happen for your sake. He doesn't like to see you bad and understands your phobia.

He would be very attached to you, even if you want to look strong and try to overcome it, when you jump or scream, he will run to you. He will never let go of you, he wants to make you feel safe and loved, that nothing will happen to you when Fermin is with you.

He would accompany you to the therapist to help you overcome this fear and be your anchor, he wants you to feel good, he wants you to not have to hide every time it rains, he wants you to get out of that hole and be able to keep on living. He will be there for you always, no matter what.

Alejandro Balde.

At first it was hard for him to understand your phobia, he would see you disappear when the storm came and crawl under your bed without talking while you cried. He had no idea it existed and after your parents told him, he now understands you completely.

He got mad at himself for not asking you sooner and not helping you when it happened. Now he doesn't leave your side while you play chess on the floor.

He knows that chess distracts your mind so you can get through the storm faster, but when the rumblings get too loud, he will put you under his arms and cover you, while whispering beautiful things to you and kissing your hair.

Héctor Fort.

He thought it was kind of funny when you told him because he didn't know someone could have a phobia of storms but after hearing your trauma and understanding it, he regretted it.

He will be by your side when it happens, he will hug you while they are under the quilts, playing and tickling each other, trying to distract you from the noises.

He would carry you on his back to go to the kitchen or the bathroom while he covers you and takes care of you, you could watch movies, read, sleep, listen to music. Hector would do everything to protect you and keep you from suffering during storms.

Lamine Yamal.

If it were up to Lamine, he would fight the storms for you. He doesn't like it when something makes you feel so anxious, trapped and scared. He really hates it when you suffer and will do anything to take care of you.

From setting up a shelter in the bedroom, with fun things, movies, food, books and whatever it takes to keep you sane and not to worry.

He will help you get through it with therapy sessions, talk about your fear, try to face it to overcome it. He wants you to get through it but in the meantime he will protect you from everything.

Pau Cubarsí.

He's not going to lie to you, he's a little scared of storms too. But not the way you do because of your trauma. And he's aware of that, so he would try to support you in any way he could.

That's why, every time there's a storm, Pau gets more affectionate than usual. He will kiss you, hug you, hold you, anything to make you forget what's going on outside.

If he can't calm you down, he will play music at full volume and dance with you, all the songs you ask for and even teach you his master steps. You will jump, you will play, you will do anything to make your mind go blank. All night long he will be there for you, because you are special to him and he doesn't want anything bad to happen to you.

[xndrexcruz]

When You Get Shipped With Another Player | FC BARCELONA

✮- summary: how they react to fans shipping you with another barca player

✮- warnings: none i don’t think

Requests are open

masterlist here

João Félix

“How come fans think you’re a better match with Marc Guiu than with me?” João grumbled, throwing his bag down by the door.

You glanced up at him from your book, raising an eyebrow. “Fans are just being fans, João. They see what they want to see, you know how it is.”

He walked over to you and plopped down besides you, a pout forming on his puffy lips. “Mas não é justo. Somos perfeitos juntos.” (“It’s not fair though. We’re perfect together.”)

You slightly chuckled, putting your book aside and leaning closer to your boyfriend. “We know that, but they don’t. They just enjoy making up different scenarios, nothing serious.”

“Yeah, but why Marc? I mean he’s a pretty good guy and all, but he’s obviously not me,” João insisted, wrapping his arms around you possessively.

You pressed a kiss to his lips and then trailed a line of kisses along his jaw. “Maybe just maybe, they can’t handle how perfect we are together.” You whispered in between kisses, “They need some drama to entertain themselves.”

João signed, his body relaxing under your soft touch. “I just really hate seeing those comments. It makes me want to scream to the world that you’re mine and I’m yours.”

“One day, I promise. For now, let’s just enjoy what we have now,” you whispered, kissing him deeply.

“Yeah, you’re right, João murmured against your lips, his jealousy melting away. “As long as we know the truth right, that’s all that matters.”

Pablo Gavi

“I swear, if I see one more post shipping you with Héctor, i’m actually going to lose it,” Gavi fumed, pacing around the room.

You signed, shutting your laptop closed. “Pablo, it’s just fans having fun. They don’t mean any harm.”

He stopped pacing and looked at you, frustration evident when you looked at him in the eyes. “But it bothers me. They think you two would be a quote on quote amazing couple.”

You stood up and walked over to him, placing your hands on his chest. “Do you really I care about what they think? I’m with you because I’m head over heels for you.”

Gavin’s expression softened at your words, but he still seemed restless. "Es difícil ignorarlo, ¿sabes? Quiero que todos sepan que eres mi novia". (“It’s just hard to ignore, you know? I want everyone to know you’re my girlfriend.”)

You kissed his lips and then both his cheeks, feeling him shiver at the contact. “I know, trust me I know, but we had both agreed to keep things private in the meantime. We just have to trust that our love for one another is strong enough.”

He signed at your words, wrapping his arms around you and putting his head in the crook of your neck. “It is. I’m sorry for getting frustrated. It’s not on purpose.”

You smiled, leaning your head to kiss him. “It’s okay. I just want you to remember that you’re the one I choose every single day, just you.”

Pedri González

“I don’t understand why people think you and João would make such a power couple,” Pedri muttered, scrolling through his phone.

You rolled your eyes, setting you coffee mug down on the coffee table. “Because they don’t about the two of us, Pedri. They’re only speculating.”

He looked up at you, concern written across his face. “But it still bothers me. I want them to see how perfect I am for you.”

You walked over and sat next to him, taking his hands into yours. “I know it must be hard, but it’s just make believe, I’m with you not João. We know what’s actually real.”

Pedri only let out a huff, squeezing your hands. “Sinceramente, odio la idea de que alguien más que no sea yo pueda estar contigo”. (“I just honestly hate the thought of anyone else being with you who isn't me.”)

You leaned in, kissing him lovingly before moving to his neck. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about. I’m all yours Pedri.”

A smile started forming on his lips. “You’re right, of course you are. It only matters that you and I know the truth no one else matters.”

“Exactly,” you murmured, kissing his lips again.

Fermín López

“We could always let our relationship go public to stop the rumors about you and Lamine,” Fermín suggested, frustration evident in his voice.

You looked at him in surprise. “You do remember you were the one who wanted to keep our relationship hidden from the public to protect us, right?”

He let out a breath, running a hand through his combed hair. “Lo sé, pero es duro ver a los fans pensar que tú y él son más adecuados el uno para el otro”. (“I know, but it’s hard seeing fans think you and him are better suited for each other.”)

You laid your head on his chest before speaking. “It’s just rumors. They don’t mean anything.”

Fermín pulled you closer into him, kissing the top of your head. “It’s just annoying. I always see those type of comments.”

You tilted your head up to see him, kissing his adam’s apple. “It doesn’t matter what the fans think. We’re the ones together.”

He nodded his head, sighing as he relaxed his head on top of yours. “You’re right Y/n. I’m sorry for getting so worked up over that.”

You gave him a small smile. “It’s okay. As long as I’m with you.”

Héctor Fort

“Why do fans seem to think you’d be better with Pedri than you would be with me?” Héctor annoyingly grumbled, tossing his phone aside.

You looked up from the movie you had been watching. “Héctor they don’t know any better. The fans are just imagining things, they would think differently if they knew we were dating.”

He walked over and sat next to you, while wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I just want every person to know that you’re mine, not anybody else’s.”

You leaned against his shoulder, leaving a kiss on his cheek. “One day they all will. But for now, let’s enjoy our relationship as it is, okay?”

Héctor nodded, resting his head over yours to find comfort in your touch. "Bé. Em molesta tant veure comentaris com que m'irrita molt.” (“Okay. It just bothers me so much seeing comments like that it really irritates me.””

You moved off his shoulder, placing you hand on his defined jawline. “Just don’t let it get to you. Because nothing will change the fact that I’m your girlfriend Héctor.”

He smiled, leaning down to kiss you softly. “I won’t, not anymore.”

Lamine Yamal

"Of all the players, they think you'd go out with Fermín," Lamine muttered, scrolling through his phone.

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Fans will ship anyone with anyone. It doesn't mean anything, you should know that."

He looked at you, concern clear in his eyes. "Doesn’t change the fact that it’s annoying. They should know I’m your boyfriend."

You walked over and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Maybe but at least we know that you are my incredible and loving boyfriend."

Lamine cracked a small smile, pulling you closer. "No puedo esperar hasta el día en que el mundo sepa que estamos juntos. Entonces, esto hará que dejemos de emparejarte con otras personas que no son tus novios.” (“I can’t wait till the day the world knows that we’re together. Then this will stop all the shipping you with other people who aren’t your boyfriend.")

You kissed his neck, feeling him relax. "Don’t let it get to you. Soon enough everyone will know, I promise Lamine."

He smiled, kissing you softly. "You better keep your promise"

Marc Guiu

"How am I supposed to ignore the fans shipping you with Gavi?" Marc exclaimed, frustration clear in his voice as he spoke.

You sighed, looking up from your phone. "It’s just rumors. They don’t know what they’re talking about half the time."

He looked at you, concern etched on his face. "Però em molesta molt. Sé que tu i en Gavi no esteu passant res, però només pensar-hi em molesta molt". ("But it really bothers me. I know that you and Gavi don’t have anything going on but just thinking about it annoys me so much.")

You walked over and wrapped your arms around his waist. "Exactly. So don’t worry about something that silly."

Marc sighed, pulling you closer. "I just hate seeing people think Gavi could do a better job at being your boyfriend than I can."

You kissed his neck, feeling his body starting to relax. "Don’t let it get to you. We know that you are the only boy for me."

"That you’re right about." He smirked, as he kissed your lips.

[pedriache]

The story of us — Lamine Yamal.

Pairing: Lamine Yamal x Flick!Reader

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

Word count: 1.6k+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You hum, “yup!”

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

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

Lamine laughs, “I overshot?”

“Yes, Lamine, you did.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You didn’t thank me the first time.”

“Right.”

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

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

“Oh shit—“ You hiss, “i’m so sorry.”

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

Great.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or not.

“May I join you?”

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

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

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

“On what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mild reaction, expected reaction.

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

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

[pablotorresgf]

LA DROGA- LAMINE YAMAL

“Y yo, de idiota, pensando que me amaba'”

You hadn’t expected much from the match. It was a routine game with the B team, one of those nights where you gave your all, knowing only a fraction of the usual crowd was watching. But you loved football, and that was enough. What you didn’t expect was to see him there. Lamine Yamal, Barcelona’s golden boy, leaning casually against the railings after the final whistle. His hoodie was pulled low over his head, but you’d recognize him anywhere.

“Nice game,” he said, his voice low but warm. You froze for a second. You’d seen him on the field, lighting up Camp Nou with his skill and confidence. But here he was, up close, and he was… smiling at you?

“Thanks,” you managed, though your voice came out shakier than you’d hoped. He didn’t walk away like you thought he might. Instead, he stepped closer, his dark eyes studying you like you were more than just another player on the pitch. “You’ve got something special. You don’t just play—you fight for it.”

Your face burned. “I just… love the game.”

He smiled, a lopsided grin that made your stomach flip. “I noticed.”

That night, you didn’t sleep. His words played on repeat in your head, and when you saw a notification pop up on your phone—Lamine Yamal started following you—you nearly dropped it. At first, you thought it was nothing. He was probably just being polite, right? But then came the DMs. Simple things at first. “Great match today.” “How’s training?” “What’s your favorite goal you’ve ever scored?” Each message felt like a secret just for you. Soon, late-night conversations about football turned into talks about everything else—favorite music, family, dreams. He wasn’t just Barcelona’s rising star. He was kind. Funny. Smart.

One evening, as you walked together through the streets of Barcelona, he pulled you to a stop outside a little café. “I know it’s not easy,” he said suddenly. You blinked, caught off guard. “What isn’t?” “The hate,” he said, nodding toward your phone, where the latest comments from trolls still lingered. “They don’t see what I see.” Your chest tightened. The criticism was something you’d learned to live with, but hearing him acknowledge it made the weight feel heavier somehow. “It doesn’t matter,” you lied. “I can handle it. Lamine’s gaze softened as he reached for your hand. “You shouldn’t have to handle it alone. You’re amazing, Y/N. I don’t care what they say.”

That night, as you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, you realized you were falling for him. And, little by little, he made it impossible not to. At first, everything was perfect. You spent as much time together as your schedules allowed, and when you couldn’t, his texts and calls filled the gaps. He’d show up to your matches, cheering louder than anyone else.

“Y/N,” he said one night, his head resting on your shoulder as you sat on his couch, a movie playing in the background. “I think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”Your heart swelled. “You mean that?” He tilted his head up to meet your eyes, his expression serious. “I’ve never meant anything more.”

But nothing perfect lasts forever.

The first time he snapped at you, it caught you off guard. “Why didn’t you answer my call?” he asked, his tone sharper than usual.

“I was at training,” you explained, confused. “I told you—”

“You always have an excuse,” he muttered, cutting you off.

You wanted to argue, to defend yourself, but something about the look on his face made you stop. Instead, you apologized, hoping it would blow over.

But it didn’t.

The little things started piling up. He’d get annoyed if you didn’t text him back fast enough or if you missed one of his games. “Do you even care?” he snapped one night when you said you couldn’t make it to a match because of your own training. “Of course I care!” you shot back, your voice trembling. “But I can’t always drop everything—”

“Forget it,” he said, turning away.

You wanted to believe it was just stress. He was under so much pressure, constantly in the spotlight. You told yourself it would pass.

It didn’t.

The night of the awards ceremony was the breaking point. You’d spent hours getting ready, excited to finally go public with your relationship. You’d been spamming his phone all day, asking what time to meet, what you should wear, if he was as nervous as you were.

But he never replied.

Your stomach churned as you scrolled through Instagram that evening, your heart sinking when you saw the first photo. There he was, dressed in a sleek suit, his arm casually draped around… Alexia.

Your hands shook as you stared at the screen. Alexia, his ex. The girl who had cheated on him, the one he’d sworn he was over. And now she was there, smiling beside him like nothing had ever happened. You didn’t cry that night. Not at first. You felt too numb, too betrayed to process it. But as the hours passed, the hurt set in. The boy who had promised to be by your side had left you behind without a second thought. The next morning, your DMs were flooded with screenshots and TikToks. “Lamine and Alexia are back together!” “Y/N who? Alexia is where she belongs.” “She never stood a chance.”

It was like the universe was mocking you.

You tried to call him, desperate for an explanation, but every call went straight to voicemail. Days turned into weeks, and still, you heard nothing from him. All you had were the endless photos and videos of him and Alexia, laughing together, looking like they belonged.

When he finally texted, it was too late.

“Y/N, please, it’s not what it looks like.”

“I swear, Alexia and I are just friends.”

“Please, can we talk?”

You ignored him at first, but the messages kept coming. He called you nonstop, leaving voicemails that you couldn’t bring yourself to listen to.

Finally, you opened Instagram and posted the picture you’d been saving—a candid shot of Lamine and Neymar at the awards.

Your caption read:

“I think he took the ‘trying to be like my role model’ a little too seriously.”

And underneath, in smaller text:

“For everyone saying I was going to cheat—what a surprise that I was the one being cheated on.”

The post went viral instantly. Fans flooded the comments, some defending you, others accusing you of being dramatic. But you didn’t care.

For the first time in weeks, you felt free.

The pain didn’t go away overnight. You still thought about him—about the boy who had once held your hand and told you he’d always be there. But as you walked onto the pitch that evening, the floodlights illuminating the field, you felt a spark of hope. You didn’t need him. You never had. Football was your first love, and it would be enough.

And as the whistle blew, you let the game take over, knowing you’d be okay.

[maiochiruhanabiraaa]

can you do a lamine yamal where r and lamine have been secretly dating from the public because reader is also a spanish barca player but when lamine win euros it gets revealed because not only is reader happy for her country winning but is also happy for her boyfriend winning too 😭❤️

(it sounded cuter in my head)

Secrets on the Pitch (Lamine Yamal.)

Summary: You never expected to fall for Lamine Yamal, another star player at FC Barcelona. Your romance blossomed in secrecy away from the media's eye. Both representing Spain, you shared hidden moments and cheered for each other's victories. When Spain won the European Championship, your tears of joy revealed your love to the world. Despite the newfound attention, your bond remained strong, proving that love and football can unite even in the spotlight.

AN: Thank you for requesting, Anon! Here youu gooo! I hope you like it and I hope I meet your story expectation 😊

I'm beyond proud of you, Lamine! Keep up the good work 💪

You never expected to fall for Lamine. From the moment you met him at FC Barcelona's training grounds, there was an instant connection. He was charming, funny, and shared your passion for the sport. Little did anyone know, your relationship with Lamine bloomed in secret, away from the prying eyes of the media and fans.

As fellow FC Barcelona players, maintaining privacy was crucial. The public eye was relentless, always hungry for the next big story. But with Lamine, it was different. He understood the pressure, having faced it himself as a rising star in the Spanish football scene.

Months passed, filled with stolen moments, secret dates, and late-night conversations about goals, both on and off the field. You cherished the anonymity, the freedom to simply be together without the world scrutinizing every move.

Then came the European Championship. Lamine's talent shone brightly on the pitch, driving Spain towards victory. You, too, were competing, representing your country with pride. Each match brought tension and excitement, but deep down, you secretly cheered for Lamine as much as you did for your own team.

When the final whistle blew and Spain clinched the championship, the stadium erupted in cheers. Cameras panned across the crowd, capturing the joy and celebration. Amidst the sea of faces, yours stood out—a mixture of pride for your country and uncontainable happiness for your boyfriend.

It was in that moment that everything changed. The cameras zoomed in on you, capturing the raw emotion etched on your face—the tears of joy, the proud smile. The commentators speculated, the fans wondered, and soon, the news spread like wildfire.

Your relationship with Lamine was no longer a secret. The world knew, and surprisingly, the reception was overwhelmingly positive. Fans admired the love story unfolding between two football stars from FC Barcelona.

In the days that followed, interviews and media appearances became a part of your routine. But through it all, Lamine remained your rock, your confidant. Together, you navigated the newfound attention with grace, never letting it overshadow your love for each other or the game.

As you stood together, hand in hand, facing the cameras and the world, you couldn't help but smile. The journey from secrecy to celebration was unexpected, but you wouldn't change a thing. Because in the end, love and football had brought you closer, making your story one for the ages.