mine

pairing: lamine yamal x reader

summary: in which lamine loves that his family likes you but that also means that lamine barely gets to be with you when you're at his house

warnings: none!

a/n: requested on my wattpad! i sw i've written something like this

lamine should’ve known the second you texted “i’m outside” that he wasn’t going to see you much tonight.

he opens the door with the biggest smile, ready to pull you into him — and he barely gets a second.

“mi niña!” his mom calls from the kitchen.

your whole face lights up.

and just like that, you slip past him.

“i missed you!” you say, already halfway down the hallway.

lamine stands there with the door still open.

“…hi to you too,” he mutters.

from the living room, tiny footsteps shuffle dramatically fast.

keyne appears.

he’s in mismatched pajamas, clutching a stuffed dinosaur that’s almost as big as his torso. he blinks at you like he can’t believe you’re real.

then he gasps.

“y/n!”

you drop your bag immediately and crouch down.

“hi, bebé.”

he toddles into you at full speed and you catch him just in time, laughing softly as he wraps both arms around your neck.

lamine closes the door slowly.

“this is crazy,” he says to no one.

the kitchen smells like tomatoes and spices. warm. comforting. his mom already has an apron waiting for you.

“come,” she says, grabbing your hands. “i need help. and i need to tell you something that happened with carla.”

you gasp dramatically. “what happened?”

lamine freezes.

“why does she get the gossip before me?” he demands.

his mom waves him away. “because she listens.”

you try not to smile too big.

keyne refuses to be put down, so you balance him on your hip while tying the apron strings. he rests his head on your shoulder like this is just routine.

lamine leans against the counter, staring.

“am i invisible?”

you glance at him sweetly. “no, baby.”

“then why are you holding him like that?”

keyne lifts his head.

“mine,” he says confidently.

his mom laughs so hard she has to grab the counter.

lamine presses his lips together. “i live here too, you know!”

somehow you end up fully involved in cooking.

his mom stands close to you, lowering her voice every few minutes.

“so guess who called me yesterday—”

your eyes widen. “no.”

“yes.”

you cover your mouth. “what did she say?”

lamine pinches the bridge of his nose.

“this is betrayal.”

you’re stirring something carefully while keyne sits on the counter between you and his mom, swinging his tiny legs. every once in a while he leans into your arm, just to make sure you’re still there.

“lamine used to throw tantrums over the smallest things when he was little,” his mom says casually.

you turn so fast. “he did?”

“mamá,” lamine warns.

“over everything,” she continues. “if his socks felt weird. if someone looked at him wrong—”

you’re giggling now, hiding your smile behind your hand.

lamine looks genuinely offended. “i was sensitive.”

“you were dramatic,” she corrects.

keyne points at him again.

“lamine sad.”

you lose it.

you bend slightly, laughing into your hand while his mom wipes tears from her eyes.

lamine throws his hands up. “i can’t win in this house.”

dinner is even worse.

you sit down next to lamine this time.

he relaxes slightly.

until keyne climbs into your lap again.

he turns around and settles like you’re his personal chair. his tiny hand reaches back and grabs your fingers, placing them on his tummy.

“stay,” he whispers.

your heart completely melts.

“i’m staying,” you murmur, kissing the side of his head.

lamine stares at the ceiling.

“unbelievable.”

his mom smiles fondly at the sight of you two. “she’s good for him,” she says softly.

“she’s supposed to be good for me,” lamine replies.

but there’s no real bite to it anymore.

because he sees the way you look at keyne. like he’s something fragile and precious. like loving him is easy.

and then—

his mom stands up.

“come with me,” she says suddenly, taking your wrist gently. “i need to show you something.”

lamine narrows his eyes. “no.”

you blink. “what?”

“i found baby pictures,” she says innocently.

you gasp.

“no,” lamine repeats.

too late.

you carefully shift keyne into lamine’s arms — which he fumbles slightly — and hurry after his mom down the hallway.

“mamá—”

the bedroom door closes.

lamine stands there holding his two year old brother, who is now poking his cheek.

“they left us,” lamine mutters.

keyne studies him.

“lamine sad.”

“i’m not sad.”

“sad.”

inside the bedroom, you’re sitting on the bed with a photo album open across your lap.

his mom is pointing excitedly at a picture of tiny lamine with chubby cheeks and oversized pajamas.

“look at him,” she whispers.

you press your hand to your heart. “he was so small.”

“he still cries the same way,” she teases.

you laugh softly.

“you make him very happy,” she adds more gently now.

you glance up at her.

“he makes me happy too.”

she smiles at you in a way that feels warm. approving. like you belong.

and in the hallway, lamine is absolutely spiraling.

“they’ve been in there ten minutes,” he says dramatically.

keyne shrugs like this is normal.

finally the door opens.

you step out, still smiling, holding the album.

lamine immediately walks over.

“what did you see?”

“nothing,” you say sweetly.

“that’s suspicious.”

his mom pats his cheek. “relax.”

then she steals you again — this time into the living room to talk about weekend plans.

lamine just stands there.

alone.

keyne waddles over and hugs his leg.

“lamine sad,” he repeats softly.

lamine looks down at him.

“…a little.”

across the room, you glance back at him. your eyes soften instantly.

you gently untangle yourself from his mom and walk over.

“hi,” you whisper when you reach him.

“hi,” he replies, trying not to smile.

you slide your hand into his hoodie pocket, intertwining your fingers with his.

“they love you more than me,” he says quietly.

“impossible.”

“my own mother stole you.”

“she just wanted to show me baby pictures.”

he groans.

you lean up and press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“i’m still yours.”

keyne immediately tugs at your leg.

“mine.”

you laugh quietly.

lamine shakes his head, but he’s smiling now. really smiling.

because even if you get stolen by his mom.

and even if keyne claims you every five seconds.

at the end of the night, when the lights are dim and everyone’s gone to bed, it’s him you curl into.

and he wraps his arms around you tightly.

“don’t let them take you again,” he murmurs into your hair.

you smile against his chest.

“no promises.”

he pouts.

but he holds you closer anyway.

Bro i’ve been CLINGING to ur bsf messages of saiki so i’m so happy ur back

HELPP

HI CHIKO <33 🙋🏽‍♀️ HRU??

glad to be back honestly,, i def plan on making more bestie saiki so don’t even worry bout that i got you

Saiki is literally me bro I swear. that’s my man’s bro we like twin flames

WELLL right neowwww i’ve been getting ready to go out and shit. probably gonna sleep over at a friends house over in bk