#lamine yamal x reader

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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

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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.

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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.

[cher-rei]

bad days— lamine yamal [ l.y ]

you drew stars around my scars [cardigan– taylor swift]

pairing: lamine yamal x fem!reader

summary: after being subbed off during a match, lamine needs nothing more than to go home and lay in your arms

genre(s): fluff and comfort

[w.c: 1k] masterlist

notes: hiiii <33 how's everyone doing?? I'm sorry that I've been gone, I just started writing my finals so I've been a little pit of touch! and probably will be for a few weeks... but it's okay!!

lamine’s eyebrows knitted together in minor shock and confusion at the touchline. the substitution board was up— his number 19 clearly displayed in red to indicate that he was coming off. at the 66th minute.

there was a bitter taste in his mouth as he trudged off the pitch, his head hung low as he took his ansu’s hand since he was coming on in his place. he made sure to send his coach a blank glance before taking his spot on the bench with hector.

it wasn't long before he tossed his water bottle at the cooler in front of him. a frustrated groan left his lips, startling hector beside him who watched with sympathy as his friend sat with his hands covering his face.

with a lopsided smile, his friend lightly tapped his knee in reassurance, but that didn't simmer down the boy's bubbling negativity and hurt.

“I just need this match to end so that I can go home,” he said softly, more to himself as a reminder to pull through the next 30 minutes and sunk deeper into his seat.

as he trudged towards his house, his shoes scraped against the pavement, a rhythmic reminder of his disappointment. the city lights blurred together, a kaleidoscope of anger and frustration.

he burst through the door to his empty home, a sigh leaving his lips as he remembered that his parents were gone for the weekend. but the passage light was on, the same for upstairs which meant that someone was home.

lamine's heart pounded, a painful sting in his eyes but he hurriedly discarded his jacket and shoes to head upstairs. as he reached the top of the staircase, he heard the faint sound of laughter coming from his bedroom.

he opened the door hesitantly, but his tension dissipated immediately at the sight of you lounging casually with your laptop in front of you, your cellphone in your other hand. you were dressed in your sleepwear, indicating that you were staying the evening.

“hey, champ,” you said with a smile and discarded your phone to the side. “tough game?”

lamine's gaze lingered on yours, frustration melting at your gentle tone. “I got subbed off. again,” he replied, his voice softer than before.

your face lit up with empathy at your boyfriend's reply. this wasn't the first time that he came home upset about getting subbed off, he was even worse when they decided to rest him for a match. he went on about how there was no reason to, and that he was fine but you knew better than that.

you spread your arms and without saying anything lamine happily came to lay in between your legs, his head resting on your chest as you placed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“talk to me.”

as lamine settled into the warmth of your embrace, his tension began to unravel, thread by thread. your gentle kiss on his forehead sparked a sense of calm, like a soothing balm spreading through his frazzled nerves.

“flick says that I need rest,” he muttered, his voice vibrating against your chest. “but I'm fine. I can keep going.”

your fingers danced through his hair, a reassuring touch. “you're not a machine, lamine. you need time to breathe, and if taking you off with 30 minutes left is the solution that so be it.”

lamine's eyes drifted shut, his breathing slowing as he absorbed your words. he knew you were right, but the frustration still simmered, a stubborn flame refusing to be extinguished.

you wrapped your arms around him, holding him as close as you possibly could. “you're important to the team, we know this. but you're young, and they can't risk losing you. it happens too often.”

his face contorted at the remembrance of pablo, ansu and balde who were out for an entire season, their form slowly returning after their traumatic injuries. but he couldn't help it. he needed to be on that pitch for 90 minutes. he wanted to do everything that he could to help his club succeed.

“I hate feeling like I'm letting everyone down.”

your grip tightened. “you're not letting anyone down, baby. you're taking care of yourself and that takes strength.”

as your words seeped into his mind, lamine felt the weight of his emotions shift. his anger and frustration began to give way to a deeper sadness. a feeling of hopelessness and self doubt.

“I just feel like I'm losing my edge,” he whispered, his voice cracking. his grip around your waist tightened and you took it as a sign to attempt to brighten the mood a little.

you mocked a gasp with a small smile. “what? lamine yamal losing his edge?” your nose scrunched. “impossible.”

your boyfriend’s face contorted in a mixture of embarrassment and amusement, his eyes still shining with unshed tears. “shut up,” he muttered, his voice laced with a hint of laughter. “you're not helping.”

you playfully rolled your eyes. “oh, I'm not?” you poked his side with your index finger and he squirmed a bit. “just know that when you're with me your edge is quite literally non-existent.”

lamine's face turned bright red and he tried to look away to try and hide his smile. “you're enjoying this aren't you?”

you nodded enthusiastically. “I mean it's not everyday that I get to see you this vulnerable right? I'm witnessing history.”

his eyes sparkled eyes sparkled with amusement, and he pulled you closer, flipping you onto your side so that you were looking at him from your side— his face inches from yours. “you're going to pay for this,” he whispered, his breath tickling your ear as he placed a kiss on your temple.

you playfully gasped, your heart pounding in your eyes. “I'm terrified. shaking in my boots actually,” you giggled, squirming out of his hold but he managed to pull you closer.

for a moment the room went silent, lamine's fingers gently tracing underneath your shirt. “I'm sorry for coming home in a bad mood.”

your heart swelled at his apology, saying nothing more and just pulling him closer as a reminder that it wasn't an issue. “it's okay, baby. I've got you.”

lamine's eyes, usually bright and bold, were vulnerable, like a window open to his soul. you could see the pain and doubt lingering in the depths, but also a spark of hope that flickered ever so lightly with every beat of his heart with yours.

you felt like you were drowning in his gaze, but in a good way, like you were floating on a sea of emotions, with lamine as your anchor. the air was thick with tension, but not the kind that made you uncomfortable. it was the kind that made you feel alive, like every cell in your body was vibrating.

his face was inches from yours, his breath whispering against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. you could feel his heart pounding in his chest, a rhythmic beat that echoed your own.

and then, like a whisper of reality, lamine's lips brushed against your ear. “I love you.”

your heart skipped a beat and you smiled, your voice barely audible. “I love you too.”

[halfwayhearted]

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

Means Something — Lamine Yamal.

Pairing: Lamine Yamal x Fem!Reader

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

Word Count: 500+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That’s what you thought at least.

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

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

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

“Well, there’s not.”

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

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

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

Lamine scoffed, “I wouldn’t!”

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

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

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

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DT(s) — @pedrilcvr ! ౨ৎ

[sakashq]

Hello ^-^

Could I request lamine boyfriend headcanon? 🌸

If not, that's completely fine!

Have a beautiful day ♡

Lamine Yamal 𝜗𝜚 boyfriend headcannons.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[planetpedri]

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

Art class — Lamine Yamal.

Pairing: Lamine Yamal x Fem!Reader.

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

Word count: 700+

Disclaimer/s: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFFFFFF

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah..?”

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

Lamine’s eyebrows raise slightly, “yeah?”

You hum, “yup!”

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

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

“I most certainly would not.”

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[pedrislefttoe]

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

pedrislefttoe,

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

lamine yamal x f!reader

tw: language

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

coquette - pt 1,

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

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

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

lamine just started running again, ignoring what you said.

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

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

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

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

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

"i hate you." you pouted even more.

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

lamine always knew how to make you smile.

"yeah!" you giggled.

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

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

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

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

[wagconts]

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

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 :: no warnings.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 :: 0.799 k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

─ Why? - I asked.

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

─ What? -he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

─ What? -I asked, confused.

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

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

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

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

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

─ Yes, Neymar Junior.

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

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

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

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

─ Wow, I'd love that.

─ So, it's a deal, Yamal?

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

─ I'm (your name).

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

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

─ What were you doing? That took forever.

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

─ You ran into who?

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

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

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

[n0vazsq]

Winner | Lamine Yamal x Reader

pairing . . . lamine yamal x gf!reader

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

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

word count . . . 1.5k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And maybe won his heart too.

[maiochiruhanabiraaa]

Birthday Suprise! (Lamine Yamal.)

A/N: Happy Birthday Lamine! 🫶

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

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

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

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

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

Lamine hesitated for a moment, then sighed.

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

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

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

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

"You know how she is with surprises."

Lamine managed a small smile.

"Yeah, you're probably right."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lamine's eyes widened in surprise and joy.

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

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

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

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

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

Nico clapped him on the back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[valiwrites]

can you do a lamine yamal one with like an argument between him nd reader (angst to fluff)

MORE THAN ENOUGH

pairing: lamine yamal x reader

type: angst to fluff

warnings: mentions of cheating

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It was supposed to be a fun day—a day just for you, Lamine, Pedri, and Gavi to relax, laugh, and forget about any stress. Lamine had even surprised you with the idea of going ice skating, something he’d never shown much interest in but knew you loved.

The moment you stepped on the ice, you were all grins, turning to wave at him as he teetered forward, arms out for balance. But as you skated around, it quickly became clear that Lamine wasn’t exactly a natural. Pedri, on the other hand, was surprisingly steady on the ice, so naturally, he helped you glide around as you showed off a few moves.

You’d been laughing and joking with Pedri, sharing stories and banter, all while making sure he didn’t take a spill. What you didn’t notice, though, was Lamine watching every interaction, his expression turning from amused to tense as the afternoon wore on.

Eventually, you looked over to check on Lamine, who was watching you from the side, arms crossed tightly. You gave him a wave, but he didn’t wave back. Instead, he walked off the ice, hands shoved into his pockets, his face a stony mask.

You blinked, feeling the warmth drain from your cheeks. What’s wrong? you wondered. You skated back over to Pedri, trying to shake the feeling off, but your eyes kept drifting to where Lamine stood on the edge, staring somewhere else, anywhere but at you.

After a while, you decided you couldn’t take it anymore. As you got off the ice, you thanked Pedri, giving him a quick hug, then made your way over to Lamine, catching up to him just as he was about to head toward the parking lot.

“Lamine!” you called, reaching out to grab his arm.

He stopped but didn’t turn around. His shoulders were stiff, and you could feel the tension radiating from him.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, voice soft but genuinely confused. “Why’d you just leave like that?”

He finally turned, but the look in his eyes wasn’t one you recognized. There was hurt there, yes, but also something darker, a mix of frustration and… jealousy? He bit his lip, almost as if he was holding back something harsh, then shook his head. “Why don’t you ask Pedri?” he muttered, his tone biting.

You took a step back, startled by his words. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, come on, don’t act clueless,” he snapped, voice louder than you’d ever heard it. “You spent the whole day with him, laughing, holding onto him like… like I wasn’t even there.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off, anger spilling out faster than you could process. “It’s like you’d rather be with him than me. It’s like… maybe you’re just looking for a reason to leave. Maybe you’re just waiting for me to slip up so you can run off with him.”

“What?” The hurt in his accusation cut deep, but it was his tone, laced with resentment and insecurity, that made your heart ache. “Lamine, that’s not true! I was just trying to help him skate. You’re the one who walked off without saying a word.”

“Because I couldn’t take it!” he burst out, his voice breaking slightly, revealing the vulnerability he was trying so hard to mask. “I couldn’t stand there and watch you with him, looking so… happy. Like you don’t need me.”

You stared at him, unable to process the flood of emotions on his face. He looked as though he’d been holding this in for too long, and now it was finally spilling over, raw and unfiltered. His breathing was heavy, his hands clenched into fists as he tried to keep his composure.

“I thought we were having a good time together,” he continued, his voice quieter now, almost defeated. “But then it’s like… every time you’re with him, I start to feel like I’m not good enough. Like I’m not enough for you.”

Your heart twisted at his words, guilt flooding through you. “Lamine,” you whispered, reaching out to touch his arm, but he pulled away, his hurt evident.

“Do you even want to be with me?” he asked, his voice so quiet it was almost a whisper. “Or am I just… am I just filling in until something better comes along?”

“Lamine, no,” you said, shaking your head as you took a step closer, desperation creeping into your voice. “I’m here with you because I want to be. I’m not going anywhere, and I’m definitely not leaving you for Pedri.” You took a shaky breath, hoping he could see the truth in your eyes. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that, and I’m sorry. I… I didn’t realize.”

He looked down, his jaw clenched, his fingers brushing through his hair as he struggled to hold back everything he was feeling. “It’s just… it’s hard sometimes,” he admitted, barely able to meet your gaze. “I see you two together, laughing, talking like you’ve known each other forever, and it makes me feel like I don’t measure up. Like I don’t fit with you the way he does.”

Your heart ached as you stepped forward, this time managing to take his hand. “Lamine, no one could ever take your place. I love you, and I’m here because I choose you every single day.” You paused, letting the words sink in as he looked at you, finally letting some of the tension drain from his face. “Pedri’s just a friend—someone who’s there to make us laugh and have fun. But you’re… you’re the one I want to be with, no matter what.”

He let out a shaky breath, his shoulders finally slumping as he absorbed your words. Slowly, he pulled you into a hug, holding onto you tightly, as if afraid you might slip away if he let go.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice breaking as he buried his face in your shoulder. “I didn’t mean to get so angry. I just… I get so scared that one day you’re going to realize you deserve someone better.”

You held him tighter, rubbing his back gently, reassuring him with every touch. “I don’t want anyone else, Lamine. I’m with you because I want you, and I’m not going anywhere.”

He pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes, a mixture of relief and vulnerability flickering in his gaze. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled softly, wiping away the last of his unshed tears as you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, sealing your promise. And in that moment, you felt his tension fade, replaced by a quiet, contented peace as he held you close, both of you finally understanding that, together, you could weather anything.

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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

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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.

[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.

[cher-rei]

Hey babe

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

the sitter— lamine yamal [ l.y ]

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

pairing: lamine yamal x fem!reader

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

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

[w.c: 2.8k] masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

funny. he was joking. right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

unfortunately for you, he was persuasive as hell.

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

“anything you want, amor.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

keywords: supposed to be.

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

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

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

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

“what?!”

[halfwayhearted]

can you make a lamine boyfriend headcanons <333

Boyfriend Lamine Yamal Headcanons! ^_^

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sakashq]

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

Glue Song 𝜗𝜚 lamine yamal x fem!reader.

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

🦢 wc. ≈400

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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