𑣲𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞

𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲, 🇺🇸, 𝗯𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲, 𝙤𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙨 .ᐟ.ᐟ

𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 — REQ RULES

pairing: lamine yamal x crybaby!reader

summary: after accidentally falling asleep watching lamine play, you wake up to a devestating facetime.

warnings: sickenly cute fluff, no proofread!

, 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫. ’

you never meant to fall asleep mid match watching lamine play, you just.. drifted off! i mean who wouldn’t fall asleep all cozy and warm in their own bed.

for now, it was peaceful. the soft glow of the tv light illuminating your dark room, announcer annoyingly yapping in the back.

and you, sleeping with no clue that your boyfriend just suffered a hamstring injury.

your phone buzzed beside you, no matter how deep of a sleep you were in, you always answered.

shifting softly, you propped yourself up on your elbows, eyes squinted from sleep, mouth dry and all— that’s how you know it was a good nap.

grabbing your phone, you answered the call, hair slightly disheveled, expecting to be greeted with a smiley, happy lamine like always, no idea he’d know you slept through the whole game anyways, right?

but no, instead there he laid, face in the camera, eyes dazed and sleepy, it looked like he was.. in a hospital bed?

“hola mi amor.” he spoke effortlessly, but his voice was deeper, he sounded exhausted.

your heart seriously dropped to your toes, it was seen on your expression aswell, even in the dark light he knew you were worried the moment you realized.

“lamine what happened?” you asked, tone panicked, tears already brimming your eyes, no way you missed this— how selfish of you to sleep through his game.

“you didn’t watch?” he asked, not disappointed because he knew you watched some of it, to his judgement he could tell you fell asleep by the look of your puffy eyes.

“i—“ you started, yes! you did watch— only the first thirty minutes though.. not your fault sleep took over, you couldn’t stop looking at his poor expression, he looked so upset.

you attempted to speak again, your voice cracked, a sniffle came through the line, you felt guilty as hell.

“baby.. no crying.” lamine soothed, flashing his sweet smile he knew made you feel better instantly.

“what happened..” you sobbed out, wiping your tears helplessly as they kept falling, oh how pathetic you looked, he was the one in the hospital, not you!

but you were a crybaby, you just felt for your boyfriend is all.

“uhm..” he started, “hurt my hamstring” he explained through broken english.

gosh you felt so bad you weren’t awake to call him or even ask if he’s okay when it happened, guilt was eating you alive right now— he saw it.

“i’m so sorry baby..” you shakily spoke, staring at lamine’s expression through the screen, you didn’t even have to tell him, he knew you fell asleep.

“not your fault mi chica” lamine mumbled, he didn’t want you feeling bad— never liked it.

his mother was heard in the back, “¿Es eso y/n?”(is that y/n?”

“sí” lamine replied.

“Déjame hablar con ella” his mom spoke. (let me talk to her.)

you just sat there, staring at the screen— sitting in your own guilt while they exchanged conversation, you didn’t understand it so why bother tuning in.

“hola y/n?” lamine’s mom spoke, her face steadied in the camera, holding the phone.

“hi!” you forced a grin, everyone knew it was fake, you were literally just sobbing.

“lamine is okay, don’t be sad— be happy, we miss you, sí?” she held up a thumbs up in the frame, earning a more genuine smile from you.

“yes.” you replied with a smile, wiping the fresh tears that threated to fall again.

his mom flashed a hand heart before handing the phone off to lamine, that made you feel a bit better.

“baby— i feel asleep while watching i didn’t see you get hurt..” you admitted, tears pricking your eyes again.

“i know” lamine let out a soft chuckle at your dramatics, he already knew you fell asleep, it’s like you thought he’d be mad.

“you know!?” you exclaimed in a teasing tone.

“sí bebé.. look at you.” he remarked with a smile, even when he was injured, you always made him feel better.

taking in your appearance, you did look a little exhausted, instead of replying with something snappy, you just squinted your eyes.

“are they taking visitors?” you asked.

“yes.” lamine spoke, tone soft through the speaker.

before you knew it, your shoes were slipped on, hair was brushed through neatly, and your sweet smile was back on your face after such sad news.

𝗿𝗲𝗾 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻, 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝘀𝗸

𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗶 𝗮𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗶𝗲𝘀𝘀𝘀



𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗶𝘁, 𝗶𝗺 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 .ᐟ

𝙙𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙜𝙤𝙖𝙡𝙨

pairing: lamine yamal x soccer!reader

summary: in which, lamine comes to your soccer game, and you lose terribly, causing you to break down on field and lamine has to help you.

warnings: none i think? a little unrealistic, athlete mh, confidence struggles. 𝘿𝙍𝘼𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙄𝘾

𝙏𝙃𝙀 media has been going crazy over you and lamine’s relationship recently, especially ever since you made the women’s soccer team.

according to people on the internet, the only reason you made the team was because you were lamine’s girlfriend, not the talent or hardwork you put in, just privilege.

so yeah, you had something to prove.

your cleats squeaked against the grass, made contact with the ball, but your teammate butchered the goal.

you wanted to give up right then and there, but you knew lamine wouldn’t let you do that, after all you had kenye cheering you on up there.

with a deep breath, you swallowed down the tightness in your throat, you’ve been playing awful recently. atleast you thought.

but lamine? he thought you were amazing, after all you were his girl, he was gonna make sure you were good at soccer either way.

and for the youngest on the team? you were pretty talented.

second half, you played hard, but you still couldn’t make one goal. you were practically carrying the team, but still couldn’t make one point.

you were so exhausted, mentally more than physically. the only thing on your mind at the moment was to prove media wrong, and you couldn’t even do that.

the whistle blew, we lost.

you didn’t even bother looking for lamine in the crowd, your knees gave out from under you and you sobbed right there in the middle of the field.

so humiliating

your teammates gathered around the coach, not knowing how upset you were sobbing infront of a whole stadium.

your breathing came in rushed gasps, choking over your own sobs, mind clouded completely, dramatic? yes, but with the way you were feeling it was valid.

the moment you felt a soft hand on your back, you knew it was your boyfriend, even without his soft whisper in your ear as he kneeled beside you.

“baby..” lamine softly spoke, trying to soothe your shaking body— he grabbed your wrist that hid your face, and held them both.

“it was so bad.” you sobbed out, hopeless.

“no it wasn’t mi amor.” lamine reassured, eyes scanning your upset expression. it broke his heart completely, almost like he was the one on field feeling your heartbreak, because he definitely has before.

you could do nothing but shake your head, curling into yourself, trying to hide even.. but slipping your wrist out of lamine’s grip as you covered your sobbing face.

lamine didn’t like it, you were his girl— and the fact he wasn’t helping you like he wanted right now hurt.

“y/n.” he spoke, taking your hands again, making you look up at him, gosh he wanted to cry himself, yes you’ve had pathetic cries at the gym sometimes, but this was something else.

“what’s wrong baby?” he asked again, “i gotchu okay?” lamine consoled in his sweet broken english, holding you against him. he could care less who saw, his only focus was you right now.

“i don’t wanna play anymore..” you cried out against the fabric of his shirt, sniffling.

“shh sí que lo haces” lamine knew that was a lie, and he also knew what he said wasn’t gonna be what you wanna hear, so he said it in spanish.

“what are they gonna say now” you mumbled, cries died down slightly as you spoke.

“doesn’t matter.” he spoke, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, it hit him then, that’s what this was all about, what random people had to say on the internet.

“don’t worry about them mi vida, you’re the one playing— not them.” lamine reassured, his hand tracing small circles on your back.. studying the way you calmed down from his touch.

but that wasn’t the only touch on your back, one finger tapped your shoulder, and that could only be one person— kenye.

pairing: lamine yamal x reade𝙧

summary: after a soft launched breakup, you tag along with your friend at the world cup not knowing tonight would bring you both back together

a/n: my apologies this is such a rushed oneshot because i have a good one cooking in my drafts rn!

The moment you became distant with lamine, everything fell apart, the late night talks after training? gone, soft laughs with kenye? never seeing it again, you didn't really know why you both grew apart so easily, you couldn't blame anybody but yourself for what happened.

the breakup wasn't pretty, lamine wasn't the type to be disrespectful, that's what made it so bad, your cries and screams didn't make him mad, it hurt him instead. and in that moment you could see it on his face.

the arena roared, the soft comfort of your bestfriend beside you as your heart raced— you didn't know lamine was gonna be here, yet alone you'd have to hurry away before he saw you.

but to your luck, he 𝗱𝗶𝗱 see you. of course he did, you stood out in every single crowd, especially to lamine.

you watched him play, every move smooth as butter like usual. he was almost better than the last time you saw him.

the way he was smiling on the field you would've thought he had the best game of his life.

because he did, the moment he made game point goal, hand over his chest— he pointed at 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

your heart stuttered, and your bestfriend expression didn't miss either.

"wait— did he just do that to me?" you asked, voice slightly wavering as you glanced over toward your friend.

"y/n.." your friend whispered carefully the second she saw your eyes gloss over, no surprise your were a sensitive girl.

everyone knew it, somebody did something nice to you? waterworks everytime.

your hands clamped over your mouth, muffling whatever cry left your lips— everybody stared, and everybody knew what happened between you and lamine.

the game ended soon after, 𝟮-𝟭 of course spain won, why wouldn't they?

you heard his voice nearby, his soft "gracias" rang through your ears, it almost hurt. because you missed that voice, you missed everything about him.

a couple blinks and you were already tucked in his arms, how? no clue.

"te extrañé"  lamine whispered into your hair, knowing you couldn't understand spanish for the life of you, that's why he said it.

"huh?" you replied back, voice muffled from the fabric of his jersey.

"you like my celebration?" he asked, that's definitely not what he said before.

"shut up!" you grinned, hiding the way your cheeks flushed.