#barca x reader

Summary: You Are Setting Up A Small Birthday Surprise For Your Boyfriend.

A/N: Sorry It’s Taking Me Awhile To Post Request But I Should Be Back To Posting Tomorrow. I Wanted To Post Something For Lamine Birthday So Here We Go. I Hope You All Enjoy. Please Follow, Like, And Reblog.

You quietly checked the time seeing it was 5:47 AM. You smiled to yourself getting up seeing how your plan is going perfectly. And before leaving your shared bedroom you checked to see Lamine who was still asleep.

You smiled to yourself before carrying the last gift into the kitchen. The table was covered by many things like wrapped presents you hidden for months, his favorite snacks, and a bouquet of pink and white flowers. There was also a stack of handwritten letters tied together with a ribbon.

And right in the middle of it all was a homemade cake you made last night. It wasn’t perfect you can point out some flaws but it was for him.

Next came your favorite part as you quietly taped streamers around the bedroom door. The balloons were blue, pink, purple, and gold. You also had a “Happy Birthday” banner stretched across the hallway. And tiny photos of the two of you hung from string with little clothespins. Pictures from vacations of you and Lamine looking hopelessly in love. Late night drives you would take when either of you couldn’t sleep. Some after his matches, if he wins or loses he’s just happy you are there. And some random selfies capturing your lives. For example even one where Lamine had accidentally fallen asleep on your shoulder during a movie. You smiled thinking to yourself, “He’s never living that one down.”

Everything was finally finished now all that was left was waking up the birthday boy. You carefully climbed back into bed gently brushing his curls away from his forehead.

“Lamine~” He groaned. “Hmm?” You laughed quietly.“baby.” “Mhm?” “Happy birthday~” His eyes slowly blinked open and for a second he just smiled sleepily. Then it clicked in his head as he sat up, “…It’s today.”“It is.” You leaned down and kissed his forehead.“Happy birthday baby.” He smiled so wide your heart melted. “Thank you.”

“Come on.” You held out your hand. “I have a surprise.” He looked suspicious. “Do I need to be worried?”“Maybe.” You laughed a bit. “You say that every time.”“And yet you still trust me.” He laughed. “Fair.”

Still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Lamine followed you toward the bedroom door. The second he opened it he froze seeing the balloons, pictures, all of the decorations you put up.

He looked at you. “You did all this?” You smiled. “Keep going birthday boy.” He slowly walked into the kitchen and stopped again with his mouth actually fell open. Seeing more of the decorations you put up and all the gifts you got him.

For a long moment he didn’t say anything as he was to busy taking in everything you done for him.

“You made the cake?” You nodded nervously. “I tried.”Lamine walked over slowly looking at every little detail. Taking in everything ribbon, ballon, smiling at the photos with memories rushing to him.

Then he turned back toward you, “You did all this for me?” You nodded again. “I wanted to make your birthday special and I also wanted to surprise you.” His eyes softened immediately seeingyour smile.

Without saying another word, he walked over and wrapped both arms around you. Holding you tighter than usual and you gave him a hug in return smiling into his shoulder. “So…” “Yes Amor?” “Do you like it?”He pulled back just enough to look at you. “Like it?” He laughed softly. “I love it.” He glanced back at the table then at the slightly crooked cake.

“You know…” “What?” “It looks really good.” You laughed. “It’s literally leaning.” “So?” He smiled. “You made it.” Your heart immediately melted.

You lit the candles placing the cake in front of him. Singing happy birthday to him. “Make a wish.” Lamine closed his eyes. You watched him smile before blowing out every candle in one breath.

“There.” “What’d you wish for?” He looked at you. “If I tell you it won’t come true.” You rolled your eyes.

“Fine.” He laughed before taking your hand. “You know” “Hmm?” “I think my wish already came true.”You tilted your head. “How so?” He squeezed your hand gently. “I have you.” You felt your face warm instantly. “Oh…” “And then I woke up to you and walked out to all this.” He looked around the decorated kitchen one more time. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this loved.”

You smiled. “I was hoping you’d say that.” Lamine leaned down and kissed your forehead. “Best birthday ever.” “…You haven’t even opened your presents yet.”He grinned. “I don’t have to.” “You should still open them.” “Probably.” “But first…” He picked up a fork and cut himself the very first slice of the slightly lopsided cake.

He took one bite then smiled. “It’s actually really good.” You smiled. “Actually?’” “I mean…” He quickly took another bite. “You’ve definitely got a future if your career doesn’t work out.” You gasped dramatically.“Lamine!”

happyyy birthday to me and lamine!!! couldn't ask for a better bday twin

grown ass men btw

im not sorry my team is better than yours and im not sorry your rapist idol ronaldo is out of the world cup.

good riddance. i can't wait for the day that fucker retires and these vile manchildren fall into a ditch and choke to death on sewer water

hope they die worse deaths than hamsters typically tend to

OOPS who said that

arvid lindblad, lamine yamal, and keyne you all have such a special place in my heart

i had the absolute horrible-est day yday (will let you all know soon 🤭its actually not a giggling matter its horrible i didnt deserve it) and i was pretty down but waking up from a night full of cramps and seeing this made me so so so happy

ily universe

i nearly messaged him saying "HOLY BALL KNOWLEDGE DA FUHHH" than realised i probably shouldn't embarrass myself like that LMAO

Didn’t Mean to Go Back

Barca x USNWT!reader

Summary: You were new to Barca and young. A good bit of people deemed you to be an already high star and rising more but what happens if you don’t feel like it and start reverting back to your bad past? 

Warnings: depression, anxiety, depictions of self harm and self deprecating thoughts, mentions of family issues, childhood trauma, depiction of injury, angst

Words: 1.5k

Notes: depictions of a curly headed reader

no request, just basically a gut wrenching mini fic with a whole lot of sad feelings, pls take are of yourself and don't read if you might go back to a bad place

I promise y'all there's comfort at the end

just hold on, we're going home

a/n: girl hii!!💘 thank you so much for the request i hope you like it :P

i had to look up this photo of lamine on pinterest because i literally couldn't remember having seen something similar but gosh you really are a genius for this prompt i'd never have thought it up (i love glazing everyone who sends me a request you all are heaven sent)

ps: did you guys know the sun sets so late in spain in summer??? where i live the sun sets by 7:20ish even in june; it sets around 9:30 in barcelona. aint that crazy

alsoalso this flowed out of, i wrote it in 1 sitting. this rarely happens by the way, i have no clue why i'm so apt at writing lamine. personally i like to this it's because have the same birthday lololol

genre: fluff, suggestive

warnings: NOT nsfw ‼️ but making out so still kinda nsfw, cussing as always

word count: 1k

synopsis: reader really liked lamine's cowboy hat

you twiddled your thumbs, biting your lower lip all the while. you stood with your back to a huge window, where the sun was setting behind you. the world had been painted an orange that made you feel things.

it was your favorite time of the day.

you were very anxious. anxious, because you were pretty fucking sure that seeing your boyfriend in a cowboy hat shouldn't really be making your body have such a severe reaction.

you were standing off set where the adidas ad was being shot, watching lamine spin on the bull with his hat on. you felt goosebumps and there wasn't one holy thought in your mind.

"right, one more take please" the director's voice echoed through the studio, shaking you out of your reverie.

the whole shooting process began again; the lights were readjusted, someone quickly touched up lamine's makeup and the crew scrambled to take their places.

in the commotion, you caught lamine's eye. you smiled reassuringly, giving him a thumbs up. he smirked back and winked, tipping his hat to you.

your legs turned to jelly and you could feel heat pooling between your legs. god, take me now.

lamine's montage ended and he slid off the carousel. the director told him to take five while he reviewed the footage, and would let lamine know if he and aitana were free to go home.

lamine walked towards you, leaning sideways against the window that you were now pressed up against.

"hello," lamine whispered to you before kissing your cheek, and then your neck.

a blush crept up your cheeks. "lamine, are you allowed to take the hat home?"

he looked at you, taken aback, and then he laughed. "direct, aren't you?churri, they'd let me take home the whole set if i asked."

you nodded, your fingers splayed over lamine's abs over his shirt. "good. yeah, okay, good. ask them for the hat." you couldn't even make eye contact with him.

lamine's smirk grew. he lifted your chin up to look at him. "you okay? you seem pretty... bothered."

you sighed, brows furrowed with desperation, and frustration over the fact that you weren't making out with lamine right now. "it's because i am bothered, genius."

lamine raised his eyebrows. "why? oh shit, it's because of the hat, isn't it?"

you stuttered. you attempted to save your image and failed.

lamine's eyes widened and he snorted. "oh my god, it is the hat. fucking hell, you're turned on because of a hat!"

"lamine, shut up."

his smile only grew bigger. "no, i will not shut up. this is the stupidest thing ever."

you shook your head, giving up.

lamine's hands, that had just been on your waist were now lifted up in exasperation. "nonono, i'm just letting you know how lame this is. you've seen me shirtless, you've seen me win matches, big matches by the way, you've seen me cook for you and do other husband-esque shit like that, but what really gets you going is a hat."

"do you ever stop talking?" you said, before grabbing lamine's face and kissing him.

his hands found their way to your body, holding you as you held his face. you kept kissing, oblivious to the rest of the people in the room.

his hands went up and down your back, his thumbs occasionally brushing against the area right under your breasts. his hands kept going further down your back.

your hands stayed on his neck and face, making sure the hat didn't fall off. it covered your faces.

your chest was rising and falling rapidly with need, and lamine's breathing was heavy as well. he groaned as you kissed him particularly roughly, not giving him a chance to pull away.

his lips left yours and you were about to whine in annoyance before they started sucking on the soft flesh of your neck. your eyes widened then and you made a quiet noise, one that made lamine pull you impossibly closer.

"lamine?" you whispered, voice hoarse.

"hmm?" his voice was rough around the edges, but as sweet at its core as it always was. he looked at you, eyes darting across your face. his eyes were dark with longing.

"please, never take that hat off."

he chuckled, a sound deep in his throat before kissing your lips again. his hand caressed your hair, the gentleness in sharp contrast to how urgently he was kissing you.

"oh my god, you're like dogs in heat!"

you and lamine jumped apart to the sound of aitana's voice as she laughed at you guys. "no guys, really, you'd be losing it too if you could see yourselves. it's like a porno film unfolding in front of the whole studio."

you scoffed. "what's porno about making out?"

aitana wagged her index finger between you and lamine. "one word: the cowboy hat."

you looked at lamine and burst out laughing. aitana shook her head and walked away, muttering "damn kids" as she went.

lamine grinned. "you weren't so giggly just a minute ago, were you now?"

you rolled your eyes. "lamine, shut up."

he leaned down, pressing his lips to your ear. "just wait till we get home. or even in the car; i might not be able to wait."

the director walked over rather suddenly and smiled. "we're done with your scenes, lamine, you're free to go home now. we'd just like a group photo with the cast and crew, is that okay? you're welcome to join too," he added while nodding at you.

"sure, let's do it." lamine said, wrapping an arm around you as you guys walked to the centre of the set. people scrambled to get into frame, someone yelling whether they should start the timer or not.

lamine took the hat off his head and put it on yours, winking at you as he did so.

you leaned in closer to him and whispered, "you know, i'm really surprised you haven't made a joke about us doing it in cowgirl tonight."

Just discovered you, english isn't my first langage so i hope its still clear enough <3

You Could Have Anyone

A/N: My First Non Michael or Jaafar Fic. Thank You For Requesting. Please Follow, Like, And Reblog. My Request Are Open.

If someone asked you what the most confusing thing in your life was, you’d answer immediately with Lamine Yamal. Because there was absolutely no reason he should like you. At least that’s what your brain kept telling you.

You knew what people expected you had eyes and social media. You had spent enough time online to see the comments people made about women. Especially women who didn’t fit into a very specific image.

And then there was Lamine he was young and talented but most importantly famous. The kind of person who could have anyone.

So naturally, when he started showing interest in you, your first thought wasn’t, He likes me. It was more like, What’s the catch?

“You’re doing it again.” You looked up from your phone. “What?” Lamine pointed at you. “That.” “That doesn’t explain anything.” “You’ve got your thinking face on.”You rolled your eyes. “I do not have a thinking face.”

“You do.” “I don’t.” “You absolutely do.” The smile he gave you should’ve made your heart flutter. Unfortunately, it mostly made you suspicious. Because why was he always smiling at you like that?

A normal person would’ve assumed it meant something. You, however, had trust issues.

Weeks passed and somehow Lamine kept showing up.

Texting and calling first. He was I nviting you places. Remembering things you told him. The problem? Was that it only made things more confusing.

One afternoon, the two of you were sitting together when he casually handed you your favorite drink. “You remembered?” “Of course.” Your heart immediately betrayed you. For one stupid second, hope appeared. Then your brain ruined it. He is just being nice.

“You don’t have to do that.” Lamine frowned. “Do what?” “All of this.” He looked genuinely confused.“All of what?” You gestured vaguely. “The being nice thing.”

The confusion somehow got worse. “Being nice?” “Yeah.” “Y/n.” “Yes? “I like being nice to you.” Your heart skipped a bead and immediately you looked away. Because hearing that felt dangerous.

The problem wasn’t Lamine. The problem was that every time you started believing him you would remember the comments and the expectations. The people who treated girls like you as jokes. And suddenly you felt stupid for even hoping. Which was why things finally exploded a few weeks later.

“You don’t have to pretend.” The words slipped out before you could stop them. Lamine froze. “Pretend what?” You immediately regretted saying anything. “Nothing.” “No.” His expression softened. “Y/n please talk to me.” You laughed nervously. “It’s dumb .” “Tell me anyway.” You stared at your hands then finally said it.

“You could have anyone Lamine, just look at you.” His eyebrows immediately rose. “What about me?” “You’re famous.” “So?” You laughed.

“So?” “Yeah.” “Lamine.” “What?” “You know what I mean.” And suddenly he did that was when his smile disappeared. He wasn’t angry just sad.

“Oh.” Just one word a devastating word. “You think I don’t mean it.” You looked away. The silence answered for you. That hurt him more than he expected. Because while you’d spent months wondering if he was serious. He’d spent months trying to prove that he was.

“Y/n.” His voice was softer now. When you looked up, he was already looking at you completely serious. “No games.” Your chest tightened. “No jokes.” You swallowed. “No pretending.”

He moved a little closer. “I love you” you didn’t respond not because you didn’t want to. But because you were scared to believe him.

Lamine sighed. Then gently reached for your hand.“Look at me please.” You did. And suddenly all the teasing was gone. All the jokes and flirting were replaced by honesty.

“I don’t care what social media has to think.” Your eyes immediately filled with tears. “I don’t care what strangers say.” His thumb brushed over your knuckles.

“I care about you and only.” The tears came instantly.“Are you okay?” Lamine immediately panicked. “Why are you crying?” You laughed through your tears. “I don’t know.” “I don’t think that’s helpful.” A tiny laugh escaped you Which somehow made him relax a little bit.

“You really mean it?” The question broke his heart. Because nobody should sound that surprised by being liked. “Yeah I am.” A kiss to your forehead, “I mean it.”Then a kiss to your lips, “Very much.” “Honestly, I’ve been trying to make that obvious for months.” You laughed again. “I thought you were just being sweet.”Lamine groaned dramatically. “Of course you did.”

Then he wrapped his arms around you pulling you close. “You’re impossible.” “ I’m sorry.” “Stop apologizing.” You smiled into his shoulder hugging him back.

⁀➴ fluff, angst.

blanket.

⁀➴ smut.