champion time — [lamine yamal]
a/n: feeding ya’ll a small fic to initiate my tumblr return!! (i published this during school lol 😪)
wc: 1.1k
warnings: fluff, lamine being lamine, cursing, getting caught?
— today was the day, the copa del rey final.
your boyfriend of about 9-10 months, also known as, the one and only lamine yamal, has worked a bunch and played his all to make it here, and you were with him every step of this journey.
and you can still remember the events of 2 days ago when lamine decided to fully go blonde and damn, that was quite the day.
and obviously, it got pretty messy, you were even sceptical of the fact that he wanted to bleach his hair.
AND you remember those once beautiful, frizzy curls he had about 2 years ago. but where are they? they vanished.
ANYWAY.. back to the now. you sat alongside with lamine’s mother and keyne, also next to you. wearing his number 19 with a sense of pride.
you knew exactly how hard lamine has worked to make it to where he is now, and you were proud of him for that.
you looked down to the barca crest and gave it a kiss, you had faith in this team as a whole, they’ve been on a winning streak for weeks now and you’ll be damned if barca break it now.
and so kickoff. barca were doing well and you can admit, madrid were playing kinda good, but not as well as them.
mostly, your focus was on lamine and his bright blonde head. then, the unspeakable happened.
something had escalated and lucas vasques ended up hitting lamine somewhat in the face which made him fall.
you were pissed. so you gently covered keyne’s eyes and did a middle finger towards the madrid player.
“fuck you.” you muttered under your breath as you took your hand away from the toddler’s eyes.
god this was stressful. madrid were ahead by 2-1 and the suspense was killing you. you were so stressed to the point you started praying during halftime, to yourself of course.
but then, after a while, barca came in clutch again and finally got the upper hand. they re-locked in and scored another goal, making it tied.
although they were tied, your faith for barca never dimmed like the light it was. all they needed was one more goal, and that trophy was yours.
finally, after about 10 prayers, jules finally scored the ending goal, you were so happy to the point that you stood up from your seat and back down.
at that point, the match was over.
after a bit more playing, the final whistle had finally blown. barcelona had won the copa del rey.
cheers and shouts filled the stadium and you and sheila hugged each other tightly, keyne also, duh.
“come, let’s go down,” sheila told you and you nodded, damn you were excited to see lamine.
and you were pretty fast at that. you ran down the stairs, jumped over the railing and your eyes began to try locate lamine.
to your surprise, he was expecting you. you ran to your boyfriend and immediately jumped into his strong arms.
“oh my god, you guys won,” you cried as you continued having your arms around lamine’s neck.
“we sure did, damn i feel like i’m on top of the world right now,” lamine replied as put you down.
you looked into his eyes with near tears in yours and his eyes, “i can’t physically put into words how proud i am of you right now.”
lamine smiled. “really?”
“really.”
eventually, his mom and little brother came down too and got their fair share of attention too, but all yours was on lamine.
after the medal ceremony and stuff, you looked at your champion boyfriend with his wrong sided shirt with his double pair of shades.
suddenly, one of his teammates were blasting music and lamine took this as an opportunity to show you off to his friends.
you felt a hand grab your arm and pull you closer to them, as expected it was lamine and he looked at you with that iconic bracey smile.
“what are you planning this time?” you asked the slightly taller boy with a disapproving smile.
“this.” he replied and put a pair of shades on your eyes.
“and now? what’s this?” lamine just smiled and one of his teammates blasted one of his current favourite songs, “y que fue”.
“ahh, this is my song,” lamine said in a hype mood, then he gently grabbed your hand.
“cmon, lemme show you off?” he asked and you knew, there was no saying no to lamine so you just went for it.
now, you found the pair of you and the spaniard dancing along to the music that played on the speaker as you celebrated along with the other men and women around you.
alex does not know what she’s missing out on right now.
damn, how lucky you are to be where you are right now, you loved lamine, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
— the morning sun soon hit your eyelids as you felt them slowly begin to open.
your vision became more and more clearer and you soon realised where you were right now.
your back was up against lamine’s chest as his arm was around you, and the other on top, keeping you close to him.
your eyes began to travel around the room and what you could see was: clothes sprawled around the room, your hair in a mess, lamine and yours phone right next to you on the dresser, and lastly… all you could feel yourself wearing was lamine’s shirt.
last night felt like a fever dream, so you could barely remember anything or how you got here in the first place.
but all you can remember was that, it felt good and other things.
after looking around the room on more time, pink spread across your cheeks as you realised what had happened the night barca won.
“d-did we..” you silently muttered, not believing yourself right now.
lamine had heard you and chuckled before lifting himself up and looking down at you before giving you a kiss on your temple.
“morning,” he began to which you replied “morning, champ.”
you rolled around in the bed so you could face lamine directly to look at that pretty, champion face.
“how’d my champ sleep?” you asked as you swung an arm around him and your fingers brushed over the back of his neck.
lamine shivered but smiled. “pretty good. how’s my princess doing?”
“good.”
sheila was unaware of what happened between the two teens and was not prepared for what she was about to see.
not expecting anything, his mom opened the door, (shit. we forgot to lock the door.) “lamine, you forgot your hoodie in the ca-“ the older woman began but soon paused the moment she saw what was going on.
you and lamine instantly sprang up as you used the blanked to cover your chest as both your faces were covered with blush.
lamine scratched the back on his neck as he nervously laughed, “uhh so.. here’s the thing, mama..”
