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summary: you share a quiet morning with lamine after his world cup match.
notes: why does no one write anything for lamine đđ I'm actually torn between rooting for Spain or England ugh
also itâs his birthday tomorrow!! you best believe i have a fic ready for the birthday boy đ
warnings: none! just pure, tooth rotting fluff
the morning light slowly made its way into your bedroom. the chaos from the day before had subsided, and you woke to the feeling of lamine's arms around your waist, grounding you.
your head was resting on his chest, and underneath the covers your legs were tangled together with his. he wasn't up yet, probably still worn out from his recent game.
you turned your body to face him, fabric rustling as you glimpsed at your sleeping boyfriend. his arms around you tightened subconsciously as you admired him, moving a curl out of his face. his scent, a mix of his signature cologne and something that's uniquely him, filled your senses as you took a deep breath in.
his eyes slowly fluttered open, registering your face in front of his. he smiled, a lazy grin which made your heart flutter.
"good morning, mi amor." he murmured, voice still laced with sleep. his arms loosened slightly around your waist and he pressed a delicate kiss to the top of your forehead.
"good morning." you spoke. a yawn escaped your lips before you could stop it. lamine smiled at it, one of his hands moving to caress your face.
"you look so beautiful right now." he said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. outside, the city was beginning to come alive, full of early risers heading to their jobs. however, your room with lamine remained a bubble of calmness and serenity.
he moved to kiss you, but you moved your head back, giggling slightly. his eyebrows furrowed slightly as his facial features contorted into confusion.
"I have morning breath, lamine." you said, thinking it would discourage his efforts. instead, lamine looked at you like you'd said something entirely ridiculous, and to him, it was.
"mi amor, I don't care. you're perfect." he spoke. this time, when he leaned in to kiss you, you didn't pull away. lamine smiled against your mouth the second your lips met. his thumb traced tiny circles along your waist as you kissed him back, arms wrapping around his neck.
"I love you." you said once you broke away from the kiss for air. lamine's lips curved into a full-blown grin at your words.
"Yo tambiĂŠn te amo, mi amor." (I love you too, my love) he said, and he pulled you in for another kiss. once the two of you separated again, he wrapped both of his arms around you, the position resembling a hug.
you tucked your head in his chest, and he began to play with your hair, curling it around his finger before letting it go and doing it again. you loved spending slow mornings with lamine. he was yours, and you were his. you wouldn't want it to be anything else.
Mynotes: this is very short, and happy birthday to our starboy Lamine yamal âĄ
Lamine Yamal was exhausted. He had gone out early in the morning to shoot a new commercial with Adidas, then shortly before noon, he celebrated his birthday with his friends at the club. By the afternoon, he was getting ready yet again to celebrate with his family. He held his phone the entire time, replying to the congratulations and posts flooding in, while delivery drivers arrived in a non-stop stream to drop off gifts at his house.
It had been a busy dayâno, a busy week. Everyone had been preparing for his birthday even before it arrived. It wasnât that he didnât like it; quite the contrary. With each passing year, more people cared about him and celebrated him, but he couldn't deny that it was also exhausting.
He would be lying if he said handling fame at such a young age was easy. It was tough, especially since it happened so suddenly. He could still remember the times when he used to celebrate with just his father, mother, and grandmother as if it were yesterday.
He slipped out of his family party and headed to the car to sit for a while, away from all the distractions. Even though it was supposed to be a private family gathering, there was someone greeting him at every turn. So, he distanced himself to get a little time alone.
That was when he saw you walking out of the house before you even noticed him in his car. You approached and tapped on the window with your fingers, as if asking, âMay I?â
He unlocked the door, and you climbed into the passenger seat beside him. "Tired of the party?"
He sighed. "Iâm just overstimulated. I wanted to get away for a bit."
"I hope I didn't disturb you by coming out."
He smiled and said softly, "On the contrary, I can always share a comfortable silence with you." He rested his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes.
The two of you stayed like that for a few seconds before he spoke. "I've been wanting this moment since the start of the day."
"Was today that exhausting?"
"It really was. Very."
You laughed and patted his head. "You can rest as much as you want."
You sat there, running your fingers through his hair while his eyes remained closed, softly humming a favorite lullaby of yours.
"Ah, your touch is so comforting."
"Is it?"
"Yes, and your voice too."
"I see, thank you."
"Can you wish me a happy birthday one more time? Just for me, right here, with no one else around."
"Happy 19th birthday, Lamine Yamal."
Lamine closed his eyes in pure comfort. He could stay right here forever.
BF!LAMINE he's not afraid to love loudly. whether in public or on social media, he takes every opportunity to let your relationship be known.
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BF!LAMINE one of his favourite things to do is to try and teach you football tricks and then tease you when you struggle to understand. even if you fail miserably or master it the first time, he loves doing what he loves, with the person he loves.
BF!LAMINE he loves having you around and including you in moments with his family. watching football games, going out for lunch, or even just coming over to hang.
BF!LAMINE he always want to make sure that his jersey is the only one you wear out. not because he gets jealous, but because he likes being shown off by you.
BF!LAMINE he'll come home after training and talk to you about how the whole thing went. telling you that coach kept getting on his and cubarsĂ's ass but not mentioning the part where the two of them kept messing around.
BF!LAMINE loves back scratches and when you run your fingers through his hair.
BF!LAMINE is the type to have his love language be physical touch and buying you gifts. never has to be anything fancy. something as simple as buying you your favourite candy while out, or a bracelet made from beads of your favourite colour.
BF!LAMINE piggy backing off of that, he bought you a necklace and himself a bracelet with your initials on them that he wears whenever he can.
BF!LAMINE he loves to annoy you on purpose just for a reaction, and will then tease you for it.
BF!LAMINE i'm convinced he'd be the type of guy to cancel on hangout plans with his friends if he finds out you'd also be free at that same time. he'd rather spend a day with you doing nothing in bed than anything else.
BF!LAMINE his teammates tease him all the time at camp. things like calling him your boy/mr. rather than his name, making weird noise in the background of your calls or even trying to get in the camera view while you're on facetime.
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âI'm actually so sorry for not posting that fic yet. I've currently got my ballet exams and job overlapping and it's been hard to finish it! I am working on it and will be posting some hcs until I can feed you people properly đĽšđĽš
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Synopsis: When you, the daughter of Neymar and Lamine Yamal finally find yourselves in a relationship, you two thought carefully about the media. But what about now? When you finally want the public to know about your relationship?Â
Pairing: Lamine Yamal X Neymarâs Daughter!reader
word count: 800+ ⢠Little to no use of y/n
Being on the older side in contrast to all your siblings, it only made sense that Neymar took you to award shows whenever he needed a plus one and Bruna couldnât make it. That made your debut something special; the daughter of Neymar finally made appearances. What was she going to do or be? Yet another football player?Â
You hadnât decided but that was the least of your worries. All that mattered was that you knew your father would support you no matter what route you decided to take.Â
Finally, those award shows paid off as you caught the eye of the young prodigy Lamine Yamal. You kept up with the football world just as much as anyone else considering your father's status, so of course you knew who he was.Â
Did you give in so easily? Not at all. Upon meeting at the event, he mentioned to your dad that he was his idol. That made the gears in your head start to turn. What if heâs using you just to spend time with his idol?
You were overthinking it. He hadnât even made a move on you, and you were acting as if he just asked for your hand in marriage. He only asked for your hand to shake.Â
After brushing the simple interaction off as you being in your head, you two just could not stop making eye contact with one another from across the room. It wasnât intentional either as you would look at him, and heâd be staring at you already and vice versa.
At the time, you simply didnât want to know what your dad would even think if you started talking to Lamine.
That unsettling feeling that settled at the pit of your stomach seemed to disappear as soon as he properly came up to introduce himself to just you when you finally strayed away from your dad.Â
Itâs safe to assume you gave up your instagram to him quicker than your dad could bring your attention towards him. Â
That was a year ago. Now? Your father knows about him and has reluctantly accepted him into the family and the same goes for Bruna who was a fan of it since the idea even came about.Â
You guys were teens ready to become adults, and there is only so much you could do without pesky paparazzi breathing down the star Barcelona playerâs neck. And you who keeps getting more known as the days proceeded. Â
First time, you guys got caught at a cafe with each other. That made the public roar. Nobody even knew you guys were friends let alone, even spoke and shared the same space as one another. Next, a fan accidentally recorded the two of you in the background of their TikTok. Not your brightest moments...Â
The talk of becoming public was something that kept coming up in your conversations and naturally; he simply didnât want to. The reason? He couldnât even tell you.
Until one day he finally said, âIf they ask me anything about you, ill confirm it.â He said it firm, reassuring and made that feeling youâd been subconsciously holding inside let up. Â
That brings us to today. Youâd been watching a friendly he had just played which you unfortunately couldnât make it to because you couldnât just fly from Brazil to literally anywhere on a whim. Your dad wouldnât let you go for a boy all that easily. An interviewer asked him âBueno, todo el mundo ha estado esperando y quiere saberlo. ÂżDe verdad estĂĄs saliendo con (Y/N) Santos?âÂ
(Well, everyone has been waiting and wants to know. Are you really dating (Y/N) Santos?)Â
He pauses. Nobody has asked for quite some time. He looks at the camera and chuckles almost nervously as he rubs the nape of his neck for just a moment. He knows what he should say, but he still answers how he wants to. âNo, solo somos muy buenas amigasâÂ
(No, we're just very good friends.)Â
It was almost as if he knew how you would react to his very carefully curated words and yet, he still said them because he was too scared of his thousands of fangirls to disappear as soon as he mentioned you.Â
Like tradition, he would always call you once he safely gets into the blacked-out SUV that takes him back to the hotel, and you two speak from there.
He did call you like everything was normal, but you didnât pick up. He didnât want to claim you? Thereâs no need to claim him. This was the first real big argument that you two have had but there's a first for everything, right? Even for friends.Â
summary: you share a quiet morning with lamine after his world cup match.
notes: why does no one write anything for lamine đđ I'm actually torn between rooting for Spain or England ugh
warnings: none! just pure, tooth rotting fluff
the morning light slowly made its way into your bedroom. the chaos from the day before had subsided, and you woke to the feeling of lamine's arms around your waist, grounding you.
your head was resting on his chest, and underneath the covers your legs were tangled together with his. he wasn't up yet, probably still worn out from his recent game.
you turned your body to face him, fabric rustling as you glimpsed at your sleeping boyfriend. his arms around you tightened subconsciously as you admired him, moving a curl out of his face. his scent, a mix of his signature cologne and something that's uniquely him, filled your senses as you took a deep breath in.
his eyes slowly fluttered open, registering your face in front of his. he smiled, a lazy grin which made your heart flutter.
"good morning, mi amor." he murmured, voice still laced with sleep. his arms loosened slightly around your waist and he pressed a delicate kiss to the top of your forehead.
"good morning." you spoke. a yawn escaped your lips before you could stop it. lamine smiled at it, one of his hands moving to caress your face.
"you look so beautiful right now." he said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. outside, the city was beginning to come alive, full of early risers heading to their jobs. however, your room with lamine remained a bubble of calmness and serenity.
he moved to kiss you, but you moved your head back, giggling slightly. his eyebrows furrowed slightly as his facial features contorted into confusion.
"I have morning breath, lamine." you said, thinking it would discourage his efforts. instead, lamine looked at you like you'd said something entirely ridiculous, and to him, it was.
"mi amor, I don't care. you're perfect." he spoke. this time, when he leaned in to kiss you, you didn't pull away. lamine smiled against your mouth the second your lips met. his thumb traced tiny circles along your waist as you kissed him back, arms wrapping around his neck.
"I love you." you said once you broke away from the kiss for air. lamine's lips curved into a full-blown grin at your words.
"Yo tambiĂŠn te amo, mi amor." (I love you too, my love) he said, and he pulled you in for another kiss. once the two of you separated again, he wrapped both of his arms around you, the position resembling a hug.
you tucked your head in his chest, and he began to play with your hair, curling it around his finger before letting it go and doing it again. you loved spending slow mornings with lamine. he was yours, and you were his. you wouldn't want it to be anything else.
i love your account itâs so aesthetic and like your writing. chefs kiss. đ could you pleaseeeee write getting caught making out with jude or lamine!!
if itâs jude could yâall get caught by his brother or a teammate lol
and if itâs lamine yamal could yâall get caught by one of his older teammates or kenye (if itâs kenye make it like cuteee) ALSO IF YOU COULDDD DO BOTH!! I LOVE YOU THANK YOU
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GOODNIGHT KISSES - l. yamal
inwhich! kenye catches you giving lamine âgoodnight kissesâ and asks for some of his own.
frannytalks! iâll post a jude one soon. ;) and thank youuu, also loveeee the idea, and kenye is TOO adorable, the picture of him screaming, my heart. đ donât forget to join my taglist(s) here!
you and lamine never really got any privacy. in his house it was because of his mother and kenye. they were always home and always around you two. then, in your house it was because your parents were always around as well, they also had cameras everywhere, and did not let you two in your room together, alone.
so, when lamineâs mom said she had to go run errands for the whole day you both were relieved, except that kenye did not take kindly to naps, or leaving you alone.
you spent basically the whole day running around behind him, playing with him, cooking him food, watching movies with him, and talking to him. you could feel the tension between you and lamine and it was getting unbearable.
finally, by the magic of a warm milk bottle kenye fell asleep in your arms. you rocked him for a couple more minutes to make sure he was actually asleep, then you placed the bottle to the side and took him to his bedroom.
while you were tucking him in lamine was picking up after kenye, mostly his toys. you scurried over to lamineâs bedroom, waiting for him, smiling, and he finally arrived.
âfinally!â you whisper-yelled, excitedly patting the spot in front of you.
lamine smiled, âtook way too long,â he laughed.
you nodded in agreement and instantly went in for a kiss when he sat down, not wasting any time. he picked you up so you could sit on his lap as he roamed his hands around your body.
he groaned into the kiss slightly, causing you to giggle and put your foreheads against each other, âthis was very much needed,â you blushed.
lamine opened his mouth to say something, but you stopped him by kissing him again. he brought his hands up to spank your ass and grip it right after to soothe it, he did it a couple times while you started to grind slightly, the last time he did it you heard a voice.
âlama?â a tiny, soft voice said from behind you.
lamine instantly froze as well and took his hands off you, creating some distance, âkenye,â he awkwardly smiled.
you wiped the lipstick stains off of lamineâs face, âhey kenye bebe.â
âwhy close?â he questioned, rubbing his eyes.
your face turned red, âwe were just talking bebe.â
âup.â he requested, putting his arms out and yawning.
you picked him up and placed him in between you and lamine, âyou have goodnight kiss.â kenye laughed, pointing at one of the lipstick smudges.
you and lamine laughed, slightly embarrassed, âyes she was just kissing me goodnight kenye.â
he pouted, âmy turn.â kenye said, as he pointed to one of his cheeks.
you laughed softly and placed a tiny kiss on his cheek, then he pointed to the other one, and kept going back and forth.
âenough?â you asked, while giving him a tiny hug, âi think lamineâs jealous.â you whispered.
he nodded, âhehe, jealous.â
lamine rolled his eyes, âiâm not jealous, i got kisses first.â he teased kenye.
kenye, still in his sleepy state teared up, âlamine!â you hissed, annoyed.
âwhat!â he laughed, âitâs not my fault heâs a little cry baby.â he said, which made it worse because now kenye was full on crying.
you groaned, âyeah, he is literally a baby, lamine.â you rolled your eyes, âitâs okay bebe, no more kisses for lamine, okay?â
you wiped his tears and he did the same, nodding his head, âokey.â
ânow letâs go to sleep, yeah?â you kissed his forehead.
you placed him in between you and lamine, he gravitated more towards you which caused lamine to laugh. finally, he fell asleep again and so did you.
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might also make another version of getting caught by his older teammates, that would be so cute
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content. established relationship, curly haired reader, fluff, suggestive??
the room is warm, golden light spilling from the lamp above the mirror, turning your curls into little rings of honey as you twist and pin them just right. youâre half-dressed, still working on the last step of your makeup, one hand reaching for your lip gloss while the other tucks a loose strand behind your ear.
you can feel him before you see him. lamineâs been leaning in the doorway for god knows how long, shoulders relaxed, that soft, lazy smile on his face that he only ever gives you. he doesnât say anything at first, just watches you. watches how you tilt your head, how your fingers move, how the fabric of your dress slips a little down your shoulder when you reach for your hairbrush.
âyou know,â he says finally, voice low and warm, âyou donât have to try this hard to be the prettiest thing iâve ever seen, mi vida.â
you snort, but your cheeks go warm. âsays the guy whoâs been staring at me like crazy for the past ten minutes. come here and help instead of being creepy?â
he laughs, quiet and bright, and pushes off the doorframe. he walks slow, like heâs got all the time in the world, until heâs right behind you. his reflection looks so good: soft blue hoodie, messy curls, eyes dark and bright all at once, until he steps close enough that his chest brushes your back, his arms looping loose around your waist, pulling you right against him.
âcreepy? iâm just admiring whatâs mine, mami,â he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to the side of your neck, slow and warm. âi canât help it. look at you.â
you lean back into him, your hands resting over his where theyâre curled around your stomach. âyouâre being dramatic. iâm just getting ready to go out.â
âjust getting ready?â he tilts his head, his nose brushing your jaw, and you shiver a little when his lips graze your skin. âyou look like this and say itâs âjust getting readyâ? mi amor, youâre gonna make me cancel our plans and keep you right here instead.â
he turns you gently in his arms, his hands sliding slow down to your hips, fingers squeezing just enough to make your breath catch. his eyes dart over your face: your makeup, your eyes, your lips, then down to your dress, to your curls falling over your shoulders. he tucks one ringlet back, his thumb brushing your cheekbone.
âdid your hair all nice, huh?â he says, leaning in to kiss your forehead, then the tip of your nose. âlooks so good. but itâd look even better if it was all messy, like it is when you wake up next to me.â
you bite your lip to hide your smile, looping your arms around his neck. âis that a threat?â
âitâs a promise, mami,â he grins, and itâs that teasing, sharp little smile that always makes your stomach flip. he leans closer, his lips brushing yours slow, not quite kissing you yet. âyou look so perfect. too perfect. makes me wanna mess you up a little. make you forget how pretty you look just so i can be the only one who gets to see you like this.â
he kisses you then. slow at first, then deeper, his hand coming up to cup the back of your neck, tangling gentle in your curls. you can feel him smiling against your mouth when you sigh, your fingers tugging lightly at the hair at the nape of his neck.
âsee?â he mumbles, pulling back just enough to rest his forehead against yours. âalready got you distracted. told you i wouldnât be able to behave.â
âyou never behave,â you tease, but youâre leaning into him, your hands sliding under his hoodie to rest on his warm waist. âthatâs why i like you.â
he huffs a quiet laugh, kissing the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, then down to your throat, right where your pulse jumps fast. âyeah? and i like you best like this: all soft, all mine, looking at me like iâm the only thing that matters.â his hands slide slow up your sides, light and warm, and he presses another kiss to your collarbone, right where your dress slips down. âbut⌠if you really wanna go out⌠i guess i can share you for a little while. but only if you let me hold your hand the whole time. and kiss you the second we get back.â
âonly if you kiss me right now too,â you say, tugging him closer.
âanything for you, mi corazĂłn,â he whispers, and kisses you again, just a little bit hungry, like heâs already counting down the minutes until he can get you back here, just the two of you, no plans, no rush. âbesides⌠we both know youâre not leaving here without me marking you as mine first. even if itâs just a little.â
đ ayaâs note. i fell for the football huzz đđđ #DONTSAVEHERSHEDONTWANNABESAVED
âł summary: As they were getting ready for a family dinner, Lamine has a curly hair crisis.
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Lamine was getting ready to meet his girl's parents for the first time. And saying he was nervous was an understatment.
"amor, do i wear this shirt or this one?" he held two shirts in front of her face as she was scrolling through her phone on the bed.
"whatever you want bebĂŠ, you'll look great in anything." she said without looking up.
"but this is serious i want to look my best" he whined, flopping down on the bed next to her.
"Lamine my parents have seen you on their TV since you were 15 it doesn't matter what you wear. Plus you have amazing taste when it comes to clothes so you can manage" she said, looking at his miserable state with a smile.
"that's even more embarrassing" he groaned into his pillow.
She ruffled his hair before he looked up at her, "Go shower now we need to leave in an hour" she told him, which made him curse under his breath and rush to the bathroom with his clothes.
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She had changed her clothes and fixed her hair and makeup while Lamine showered. Just as she finished putting lip gloss on, she heard Lamine yell from the bathroom.
She opened the door and peaked inside, to see Lamine standing in front of the mirror, his hair still wet and unstyled.
"what am i supposed to do with my hair? If i just let it as it is it'll be very frizzy once its fully dry" he groaned, looking at his girlfriend for help.
She chuckled and walked to him, opening the vanity under the sink. and pulling the curl mousse and gel and placing them on the sink.
"did you put conditioner?" she asked him while he nodded.
"Okay then I'm gonna put some mousse to get some volume so your curls are not flat, and then a little bit of gel so they're less frizzy and hold more" she explained, and even though Lamine didn't get much of what she said, he was humming in response because he enjoyed watching her yap.
She started first by putting some mousse on her hand, and then his hair. When it was applied all over his curls, she started finger-coiling them and then scrunching upwards.
She was so focused that she didn't notice Lamine looking at her with heart eyes through the mirror. When she started working on the front curls, he couldn't help but lean down and steal a kiss on the corner of her lips.
"hey I'm trying to focus on your hair here" she murmured, but her smile assured him that she didn't mind.
"I'm sorry, but you look so freaking cute when you're focused" Lamine smirked, watching her roll her eyes playfully.
After she finished scrunching his hair, she put a tiny amount of gel on her hand, and put them all over his curls, scrunching them a little bit more once again.
"You wanna let them air dry?" she asked him, returning the products into the vanity.
"hell no. I'm not meeting your parents with wet hair" he shook his head, grabbing the hair dryer from the vanity.
"oh your eyebrows need plucking" she teased him, knowing he's gonna panic.
"you're serious?" he groaned, taking a quick look on the mirror before turning to look at her.
"do them for me while I dry my hair?" he pouted, giving her his best puppy eyes.
She couldn't help but laugh.
"sure bebĂŠ, let me just sit up" before she could finish her sentence, he lifted her up and sat her on the sink.
She grabbed the tweezers from the drawer while Lamine began diffusing his hair.
Before she even fully plucked his first hair, "ouch!" Lamine jumped
"girl I haven't even plucked it properly yet" she giggled, making his face softened at the sound.
It took them about 10 minutes. She finished his eyebrows and his hair was semi-dry.
"The rest can dry on it's own we can't be late anymore" she told him, jumping of the sink and fixing her clothes.
Lamine returned everything to its place then turned to his girl. She fluffed his roots with her fingers, shaking them to break any slight cast the gel had left behind.
"ay dios mĂo, you look so adorable bebĂŠ " she squealed, squeezing his cheeks with both her hands. Lamine gave her a sheepish smile, pulling her closer by the waist.
"It's all your work amor " he grinned, pressing a kiss on her lips, then her nose.
"oh look at you now you have my lip combo all over your lips" she giggled, trying to wipe them away but he pulled back.
"do i look bonita ?" he joked, looking at himself in the mirror while he gave her a fake hair flip.
"definitely, muy bonita" she laughed, shaking her head.
And just like that, all the nerves Lamine had felt while he was getting ready disappeared, because she didn't give him a reason to feel anything but love towards her.
â SUMMARY: You and michael spend some quality time together while he works late in the studio
â CONTENT: fluff, smiley giggly michael, lovey dovey established relationship, not smut but it gets just a little saucy at the end, a brief make out sesh, mentions of dry humping if you squint, was picturing bad era michael when i wrote this but feel free to choose your fighter
â AUTHORâS NOTE: Alrighttt the Michael biopic has me revisiting my decade long hyper fixation. Thatâs right!! weâre writing some mj fanfiction because I have no shame!! This little drabble came to me in a dream so I had to write it out lol hope you enjoy
You shut the book in your hands, gently setting it down in your lap. The words on the weathered pages started to lose their meaning as you finally gave up on reading.
Repetitive melodies and the quiet murmuring of lyrics from the man sitting a few feet away made it nearly impossible to focus.
He had assured you it wouldnât be too loud in the studio tonight as he practically begged you to come sit with him while he worked on new music.
Michael made a habit of itâ asking you to join him for brainstorming sessions. He once teased that you were his greatest muse.
He was extremely private, never directly involving you in his writing or recording process. Most of the time you would simply sit in the room with him while he worked. Youâd thumb through a book and let the incomplete tracks and rhythmic tune of his voice act as background music to your reading.
Tonight was no different. He was focused on the notebook in front of him; sticky notes and scribbles littered the pages. The same melody filled the air over and over again as he hummed along with different words, each one acting as a piece to the never ending puzzle of his next album.
The weight of your book sunk into your lap as you let your back rest against the cushion behind you. Your lids felt heavy and your mind was foggy with sleep as you began dozing off.
âSleepyhead.â
The familiar voice carried to your side of the room, lulling you out of your slumber before you could completely drift off.
You opened your eyes just enough to see Michael turned around in his chair, facing you with a gentle smile tugging at his lips.
âWell forgive me, I didnât realize youâd be working well into the early morning hours when you invited me to tag along.â Your sarcasm only made his grin widen.
He watched you for a minute, a small giggle fighting its way past his lips.
âCâmereâ He motioned you over to him with a slight tilt of his head toward his notebook.
âI need your opinion on something.â
His voice was soft against the quiet of the room, and a smile still stained his lips as he turned back around to face the array of sticky notes plastered on the surface in front of him.
You stretched from the couch, closing the distance between you and Michael in sleepy strides.
You stood next to him, following his gaze to the words written on the notebook below.
He sat in his chair, fingers tracing the lines of lyrics in front of him.
âWhich do you like better?â
Without even looking at you, he began playing the unfinished track that youâd been hearing all night.
You listened to his voice as he sang the first string of lyrics written in his notebook, watching as the written words flowed so effortlessly off the paper and into the room to the tune of his voice.
He played it twice, each time singing a different set of lyrics, both similar yet somehow entirely different.
You leaned down, peering at the two different options written on the page, Michael still humming softly next to you.
As you studied them, you felt the warmth of his palm rest at the base of your spine.
Michael was no stranger to physical touchâ not with you.
He was obsessed with having his hands on you, even in the most innocent ways.
He was constantly reaching for your hand, intertwining your fingers with his; always wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer.
âI think I like the first one.â Your stare was still fixed on the notebook below, as your body angled further over his.
âIt feels right.â Your mind was still sleepy as you gave your final verdict.
The room fell silent for just a few seconds, and you felt his thumb rubbing gentle circles against your lower backâ tender and soothing.
âIt feels right.â His voice was a delicate chuckle as he repeated your words into the nearly empty room.
âFirst one it is.â His words still held a subtle giggle.
With one hand on your back, the other reached for a pen as he wrote a few more words in his notebook.
He looked up at you, admiration in his gaze and that same sweet grin on his lips, âThank you.â
His hushed words were simple, yet laced with an abundance of gratitude and love.
The gentle devotion in his voice and the careful touch of his fingertips along your spine sent you leaning down further as you placed the softest kiss on his cheek.
âAnything for you.â Your response met him with the same adoration.
You lingered like that, staring at one another. Smitten smiles nestled into your cheekbones, faces only inches a part.
âYeah, you mean that?â
Michaelâs tone shifted ever so slightly. There was a certain playfulness in the way he spoke; the question tucked behind a veil of mischief.
You loved this side of him; when his quiet, gentle demeanor was replaced with something more light hearted and whimsical.
You murmured a quiet, âmhmmâ nodding your head and leaning in even closer, this time just barely pressing your lips against his.
It was a quick, gentle kiss, but it was enough to cause Michaelâs hand that was once at your back to snake around your body, lightly grabbing your waist and pulling you against him.
Your body responded to his touch, sinking down into his lap, your legs straddling his and your hands cupping his jaw.
This time the kiss shared between you was much deeper, and it was impossible to miss the way he smiled ever so slightly against your lips.
His hands gripped your waist pulling you completely against him. Your lips moved in harmony; a whirlwind of hunger and affection as you melted further into his touch.
You began trailing kisses toward his jaw, under his ear, down his neckâŚ
Each touch of your lips on his skin was determined and methodicalâ your actions ruminating in the passion radiating between you.
Soft hums fell from his lips as his fingertips tightened at your waist, fighting the urge to guide your hips against his.
You continued peppering kisses to his skin
down
down
downâ
Your mouth was dangerously close to his collar bone when you felt one of his hands loosen from your hip.
He was reaching behind you, grabbing the pen from beside his notebook and jotting something down on one of the ink filled pages while your lips were busy on his neck.
âmichaelâŚâ you sighed in defeat as your face fell into his shoulder.
âHold on, hold on,â his words were a breathless hush as they spilled from his lips.
You buried your head deeper into the crook of his neck, your giggle muffled against his skin.
You sat there for a moment soaking in the warmth of his chest against yours. Letting him scrawl out whatever idea just came to him.
Could you do a fic where singer reader is performing and someone throws something at her and Michael runs on stage
ooh i like this! you didnât specify what era so i just chose otw! NOT proofread at all
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you were the opener for the jackson 5 on their newest tour. you had know them since they started making music, as your father was a producer at motown. you particularly were fond of michael (as was he of you) and while your relationship wasnât public, you had been going steady for a few months! he loved having a genuine person to talk to, someone his age. someone who understood the pressure of the music industry and grew up in it too. you were happy to be there of course. with your relationship still in that new, sappy, lovey stage so being near michael and performing was a win win.
speaking of performing, as soon as both of you were in costume and cleared from hair and makeup you were all over one another. on the couch in his dressing room, hands wandering. a euphoric feeling that only came with young love emitting throughout both your bodies, accompanying the pre-show jitters. as you pulled away for air, michael rested his forehead against your own. âare you excited ladybug?â he murmured, not wanting to break the soft silence of the moment. âobviously i am mikey, jusâ a little nervousâ you responded, rubbing your thumb across his cheek.
âyâgot nothing to nervous about sweetsâ, he started pausing to continue the kiss. he loved the feeling of your soft, painted lips against his own. he shifted his mouth over to kiss just outside of your lips, âi know mikey, just not my usual crowd out thereâ you smiled, feeling him hum in acknowledgment. you loved talking to him, he always listened so intently no matter what was on his own mind. before he could respond, three sharp knocks came through the door, indicating showtime.
âpromise youâll be in the wings watching?â you said, giving him one last kiss. âwhere else would i be?â michael answered, always giving you reassurance.
when you walked out on to the stage, you felt the light heat your full body. the sequins of your flared pants swished with each step you took. as you walked up to the microphone, you gave a wave to the crowd and one to the band. signaling to start the music. new wave jazz funk filled the speakers, and your voice carried perfectly. this song made you think about the boy waiting to see you backstage, who helped you write it. the memory brought an even bigger smile to your face. towards the chorus, you noticed a bit of commotion from the pit directly in front of you. brushing it off as maybe dancing or crazy jackson fans you continued. as the final bridge begun, you picked up the mic and danced. when you descended further downstage for the final chorus you raised your arms, smiling at the fans copying you.
it was in that moment you felt it, a rough stone hit your eye during the ending. as soon as contact was made it sent pain through your body, you grabbed the throbbing area and hunched over. tightly shutting your eyes as gasps ran through the crowd. the very next second you were in someoneâs arms, you could tell it was michael by the way he held you against him.
âim right here ladybug, my love can you open your eyes for me?â he whispered softly to you, not caring for the crowd as he turned his back to it. âmy love speak to me, please. can only help if you let me seeâ. at his pleads you softly raised your head â just enough to bring your mouth to his ear. âtake me off mikey- take me off pleaseâ you whimpered out. âits ok, i got youâ he repeated as you both practically flew off stage.
the next few minutes remained a blur as you kept your eyes shut. you heard yelling, security orders, and screaming from the crowd outside. the only thing keeping you sane was the fact that michael kept you in his arms the whole time. sitting you down on the couch, and even when the paramedics arrived for first aid you stayed tucked in his side. he didnât say much then, watching as they flushed your eye with saline. they assured both michael and your father it looked worse than it was, just some bruising and soreness was to be expected. however none of this calmed the silent anger in your boyfriends body.
when your dad stepped out to talk to the security it left you and him alone, michael gave kisses to your hairline as he held the ice pack to your eye. âyou think iâll have a cool scar?â you asked, attempting to break the silence. it did for a minute when you felt him smile. âim sorry for this honey kiss, promise itâll be dealt withâ he said rubbing his free hand down your spine. you didnât answer, knowing no matter how much reassurance he got he would feel a little responsible. âi got really scared, i saw it hit you⌠holding you scared like that it-â he didnât need to continue. you both knew how crazy fans can get. you both have had your fare share of run ins with aggressive paparazzi.
âthank you baby, im okayâ you said, grabbing and interlacing your fingers with his. âand itâll be cute watching the footage later, can already see the headlinesâ Jackson 5 star Michael Jackson seen comforting possible lover after fan attacks!â you laughed with michael, kissing him again. âas long as theyâre doing it from a distance they can say whatever and i couldnât care lessâ
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Hello! I loved your fic about mbappe! I was wondering if you could write something about him where reader is a famous popstar and sheâs been publicly supporting France (and lwk crushing on mbappe) during the wc and fans think theyâd be really cute together and then sometime after theyâre both coincidentally single at the same time so they do end up going on a date or something and being caught by paparazzi
Sorry if this is too long no pressure to write it ofc!!
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CONTENT. kylian mbappe x popstar!reader , fluff , not proofread , 681 words
đ. iâll admit that i was feeling a little lazy but i finally got around to writing it. i decided to combine it with another request since they seemed similar. enjoy ŕˇ
Are you single?
That seemed to be the question everybody wanted to know the answer to.
Every interview, whether it was subtle or outright, always seemed to fall back on the topic of your relationship status.
You'd never had the greatest luck at love, despite it being the thing most people recognized you by. Your stupid love songs.
Of course, writing about love was easier than actually engaging in it. You had to be wary of who you got close to. You'd gotten your heart broken so many times that you found it hard to connect with other people, fearing that they would betray you.
You made a promise to yourself that you would stop chasing after loveânot unless it was real. How hard could that be?
So when you got invited to go to a World Cup game, you didn't think anything of it.
You were there to have fun, to have a good time, maybe ogle at some players, and in particular, one had happened to catch your eye.
Kylian MbappĂŠ. France's captain. Their star player.
No. Immediately no. That would be a PR nightmare. You could hear your manager's voice scolding you internally, telling you to look away, but you couldn't.
When his eyes caught yours, as if you were in some sort of movie, you swore you felt your heart stop.
You looked away first.
You had no reason to reprimand yourself for finding him attractive. After all, that would never happen. He probably didn't even know you existed.
And yet, you found yourself in another predicament when you received a dm later that night.
k.mbappe: hey I saw you at the game. It was cool to see you. I'm a big fan of your music, only it's a shame that I didn't catch you before you could leave.
As big as you were, you were star struck at the message. He was a fan of you. Just play it cool.
You: thank you so much! You played well, congrats on the win
k.mbappe: you were supporting France? I didn't see your shirt
You: oh I don't have one lol
k.mbappe: I think I have one I can give you
Smooth.
Like before, you found yourself at France's next game, but this time, wearing a bleus shirt. Kylian had taken the liberty of sending you one, my present written on the note card.
You didn't let yourself get too excited. Not yet. You had a heart to protectâtwo if you counted your manger's. It would probably explode if he found out who you were crushing on.
But that was all it was. A harmless crush.
Or, it was supposed to be.
Despite your previous sentiments, you couldn't help but be drawn to Kylian. He had a way of making you feel like the only girl in the world, and you couldn't remember the last time someone made you feel so wanted.
He kept inviting you to his games, and you could never say no, eager to see how he'd play, so captivating, a force you couldn't take your eyes off of.
And your support certainly didn't go unnoticed.
It seemed as though the internet had a new obsessionâyou and Kylian.
You were never one to entertain those kind of rumors, but seeing people say the two of you would make a good couple amused you. The idea itself had your stomach fluttering with butterflies.
When your new song came out a month later, with lyrics like, "where's the trophy? He just comes running over to me," people had an inkling suspicion that it was about Kylian.
The attention only ramped up when you were spotted leaving a restaurant, Kylian following right behind you.
You hadn't confirmed nothing yet, and you didn't need to. You didn't owe anyone personal details about your relationship.
And besides, they probably got the hint, watching you cross the field after Kylian won a game, taking you into his arms. Worth more than any trophy he could win.
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