Can you write something about lamine based on the boyfriend head cannon of him dodging your kisses and jokingly calling you clingy but when you actually stop and pretend to get mad he starts acting reallllyyyyy clingy
clingy.
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a/n: this is a bit cringy but oh well lol
genre: fluff.
warnings: none.
summary: while you're chilling with lamine, he starts avoiding your affection... until you really do stop, and suddenly he's regretting it.
It starts like it always does. Youâre curled up beside him on the couch, one leg thrown lazily over his lap, your cheek resting on his shoulder as the soft flicker of the TV lights up the living room. Itâs a comfort kind of night, no games, no training, no pressure. Just you, Lamine, a blanket, and a half-finished tub of ice cream.
He shifts, pulling the spoon from your grasp and taking a bite without asking, like he always does.
âYouâre so annoying,â you mumble, not moving an inch from your spot.
âYou love it,â he replies, mouth full.
Heâs right, obviously. You do love it. You love all of him, his dramatic gasps when he loses at FIFA, the way he kicks his feet like a little kid when heâs excited, how he always smells like a mix of his shampoo and the citrusy cologne you love. You even love how, lately, heâs been dodging your kisses like itâs an Olympic sport.
Like just now.
You lean in to kiss his cheek, and he leans away, grinning like a damn idiot.
âLamine,â you say flatly, giving him a look.
âWhat?â he says innocently. âYouâre always trying to kiss me. Itâs kinda clingy.â
Your mouth drops open slightly.
âClingy?â
âYeah,â he says, all smug. âCanât even watch TV in peace without being attacked.â
You sit up, dramatically placing a hand on your chest. âOh, wow. Okay. Since when am I clingy?â
He shrugs. âSince, like, always. Itâs cute though.â
Cute, he says, like thatâs supposed to soften the blow. You squint at him.
âFine,â you mutter, grabbing the tub of ice cream back and scooting away just slightly. Not too far, but enough to make your point. âI wonât be clingy anymore.â
He snorts. âYou? Not clingy? Thatâll last like two minutes.â
âWanna bet?â
You press your lips together and turn your attention back to the screen. Internally, youâre screaming a little. The logical part of your brain knows heâs joking, that this is your dynamic. But the petty, dramatic part of you decides to go full method actor.
You donât lean into his shoulder again.
You donât touch his leg.
You donât try to kiss his cheek, his jaw, or even his neck like you usually would.
You donât do any of it.
Ten minutes pass. Then twenty.
Youâre playing it so cool. You even laugh at the TV a little extra, just to prove youâre fine.
And thatâs when he starts to squirm.
You feel him shifting closer. He pretends to stretch, arms moving up behind his head. One arm drops casually behind your shoulders, but you donât lean into it. You act like you didnât even notice.
He clears his throat.
âYouâre really not gonna kiss me?â
You hum noncommittally. âThought I was clingy. Iâm trying to give you peace.â
You offer him the most dramatic side-eye ever. âI donât wanna make you uncomfortable.â
âOkay, now youâre being dramatic.â
âSays the man who dodged me like I had a disease.â
He opens his mouth, then shuts it again. His brain is buffering. Good.
Finally, he scoots closer. Like, really close. His arm wraps around your waist and he leans into you, his face buried in the crook of your neck.
You stiffen.
He doesnât let up. In fact, he presses a kiss to your skin.
Then another.
Then five in rapid succession.
You blink.
âLamineâŠâ
âShhh,â he murmurs against your neck. âLet me be clingy now.â
You bite your lip, trying not to give in. But his grip tightens around you, and his whole body shifts until heâs basically sprawled across your lap like a golden retriever-sized boy. He looks up at you with big, round eyes.
âYouâre mad?â he whispers.
âA little.â
He pouts. Actually pouts. Then tugs you down until youâre lying on the couch with him half on top of you.
âI like your kisses,â he says, voice soft. âThey make me feel good.â
You blink at him.
âAnd warm,â he adds. âAnd safe. And sometimes dizzy.â
You press your lips together, fighting the smile thatâs begging to take over your face.
âThen why do you dodge them?â
He shrugs. âBecause itâs fun to tease you. But now I feel bad.â
âAs you should.â
He nods solemnly. Then kisses your cheek.
Then your nose.
Then finally, gently, your lips.
You melt into it, because honestly? Heâs too cute. Way too cute for his own good. You wrap your arms around his neck and let your fingers tangle in his curls.
After a long pause, you pull back just a little. âYouâre clingy.â
âYeah,â he says shamelessly. âSo?â
âYou called me clingy.â
âI was projecting.â
You roll your eyes.
He kisses you again, deeper this time, and when he finally pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, smiling.
âBe clingy with me again.â
âYou sure?â
âPositive. I was just being a little dumb.â
You kiss him softly, then grin. âGood. Because I was about to die holding back.â
He laughs, full and real, his body shaking slightly against yours.
âYouâre impossible,â he whispers.
âAnd youâre annoying.â
âPerfect match then,â he replies, already leaning in for another kiss.
And this time, he doesnât dodge it. Not even a little.
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summary: in which Lamine is exhausted mentally, especially with the comparisons to the likes of Messi and Neymar, and he need your help to de-stress
a/n: I'm pissed of with Pep always comparing Lamine and Messi when talking to the media. Consider this my way of coping with that anger.
The moment Lamine opened the door of your home something felt different. Wrong even. His footsteps seemed heavier. His pace between kicking off his shoes and leaving his training bag on its place was slower, but not relaxed. And that was the problem.
"Amor!" you greeted him enthusiasticaly with a hug, hoping to give him some energy.
"Hey.." he said quietly as he hugged you back.
"Have you showered yet?" you asked attentively
"Kinda had one on the training center"
"Let me run a bath for the two of us okay? Then we can sit around for the rest of the day, watch movies, eat ice cream, yes?"
"Cuddle?" Lamine asked, his eyes growing bigger with your preposition, he looked similar to a cute puppy right now
"Obviously guapo. Now, let me take care of you.." you replied as you led him upstairs into your ensuite bathroom and waited for the bathtub to fill with hot water.
You laid down first and helped Lamine lie on you, his head on your chest. He seemed so exhausted, so drained of energy. And if falling asleep on you wasn't evidence enough, the dark circles under his eyes were proof enough on their own.
You caressed his hair slowly. With gentle touches you massaged him, getting rid of the tension his muscles suffered through. He looked so much younger like this. Asleep, long, dark lashes brushing his cheekbones, mouth half-open taking calm breaths.
You could never understand how people could see him like he was just a football player. Like he wasnât a barely adult trying to establish himself in the community of football. Like he wasnât freshly out of La Masia. Like he wasnât still so young and had so much to learn. They treated him like he was just another subject, just another topic of conversation, just another debate of whether or not he could turn out like Messi did.
This whole charade had you so worried for him and his health. It was clear to you that he was struggling with the pressure, even though he regularly visited a therapist. You didnât see any improvement and it had been months since he started. You didnât know what you could do to help him out.
In truth, he felt like you helped more than anyone. These quiet moments with you, with your gentle touches that didnât treat him like a piece of a shattered glass but as a precious diamond, had been his haven, his little heaven on earth. He felt regenerated and ready for any challenge because he knew that whatever happened on the field would never matter when he was here, in your arms, while you took care of him.
You washed his hair easily and after doing your own, you were ready to get out. The problem was that he had yet to wake up from his slumper on top of you. So you did the most natural thing to wake him up. Started kissing him. His forehead, his temple, his cheekbones, his cheeks, his nose, his chin, his jaw. By the time you kissed him full on the lips he was wide awake and leaning into it.
"Hmm guapo, how about we get out and go cuddle on our bed? You know with the cozy pillows and the blankets and maybe put on a movie..." you suggested, trying to convince him to get off of you for a bit so you could both relocate.
"I don't wanna" he replied as he hugged you tighter
"...but I know it'll be better so ok..." he continued, you could hear in his voice just how much he didn't want to move
The two of you changed quickly and cuddled up in bed. Him in sweatpants and you in his hoodie with a pair of panties. He once again settled his head on your chest while you looked for a movie. He had a hand on your belly and the other around your waist. You were sure that he wouldn't be watching the movie with you.
And you were right. By the beginning titles he was already fast asleep. Snuggled up against you, hanging on to you for comfort and relaxation. Like you were his only solution for the anxiety that hid in his chest.
a/n: a bit of a filler while I work on the other reqs
I missed you sooooooo much donât disappear like that ever again
pedrislefttoe,
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lamine yamal x f!reader
tw: nothing itâs just kinda corny
hiii gorgeous im so sorry i disappeared MULTIPLE times
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cooking chaos,
you sat in lamine's arms, scrolling through tiktok. you had both been drooling over mukbangs. "it looks so good, what the hell?!" you groan.
lamine just laughed at you before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.
"do you wanna bake cookies?" you blurt out randomly, turning to look at lamine.
the corners of his lips curled into a smile against your cheek, "you sure the house won't end up in flames?" he teased.
you raised your hand up to smack him, "it will NOT."
"riiiiiight, sure." he laughed.
you hop up out of his arms and run to the kitchen after throwing a pillow to his face.
when you get to the kitchen, you reach up to the cabinets and pull out all of the ingredients you needed to bake the cookies. right as you set down the flour onto the counter, you felt lamine's arms snake around your waist. "clingy much?" you tease him.
all he did was bite your shoulder as feedback.
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"hand me the chocolate chips please," you speak up as you continue mixing the batter.
when lamine didn't reply, you turned to look at him as he had been EATING the chocolate chips.
"LAMINE!" you scold him, setting the batter down before pulling the bag of chocolate chips away from him and dumping them in the batter.
- he sends you tiktoks that say âthis is usâ and theyâre never romantic. like itâll be two raccoons fighting over a sandwich or a couple falling off a jet ski and heâll send it with: âyou and me in 10 years đâ the only romantic ones he ever sends are ironically. still, he saves the cute ones to his favorites. just⊠never tells you.
- game days are when heâs actually softest. he acts chill, but when he sees you in the stands or waiting for him after, his whole vibe shifts. he runs over, wraps his arms around you, kisses your temple and mumbles, âyou saw that assist, right?â then he lets go and immediately goes back to acting smug like he wasnât literally giddy to see you.
- he calls you on facetime when heâs bored, even if itâs 30 seconds. middle of his day? âiâm eating a sandwich, look.â out with his mamĂĄ? âwhich flowers are your favourite?â he doesnât need a reason to talk to you. he just likes your face. and your voice. and the way you always roll your eyes but answer anyway.
- heâll pretend not to want physical affection, until you stop. you go to kiss his cheek? he dodges you playfully. you reach for his hand? he teases you like âew clingy.â but when you actually stop being affectionate, heâs instantly like âwait whereâs my kiss? i didnât mean it. come back.â
- he teases you constantly, but itâs how he shows affection. heâll call you dramatic for taking too long to get ready or pretend to gag when you call him cute, but then heâs tying your laces when youâre distracted, or waiting for you with a snack he knows you like. heâs all banter, until itâs time to actually show up. and he always does.
- heâs the kind of boyfriend who comes over just to hang. he doesnât need big plans. he shows up, steals half your snacks, sprawls out on your bed with his phone, and acts like he lives there. and if you fall asleep mid-movie, he quietly grabs a hoodie to cover you and lowers the volume. doesn't say anything. just stays.
- he likes listening to music with you more than anything else. you could be in the car, in his room, lying on the floor, heâs got one airpod in and the other in your ear. half the time, youâre not even talking. just listening. sometimes he skips a song two seconds in and apologizes like ânah, you wouldnât like that one.â he never gets tired of figuring out what sounds like you.
- he loves including you in his insta dumps. a blurry picture of you walking ahead of him. a selfie of the two of you. a few second long video of you doing something and dumb and both of you laughing. you curled up on the couch with keyne in a pic he took of the tv. youâre always there. somewhere. even before you two made it âpublic,â you perfume bottle was on the dresser behind him in the mirror pics. your hairtie was on his wrist. your initial written on the inside of his wrist tape on matchday.
summary: how lamine yamal, pablo gavi, pedro gonzalez, pau cubarsi, and hector fort would ask you calm you down when you're nervous before going to spend your first Christmas with his family.
a/n: the long awaited 100 follower special! to some people this doesn't seem like many, but to me, i would forever be grateful for just one, so this is a big deal in my mind!
i would like to specially thank @nngkay for being around this blog, more or less since the beginning, and @vvssqqz6 for constantly liking and reblogging my posts! thanks to @pedricos for giving me ideas and motivation to write. and thank you to you. for reading this, (hopefully for liking it), and to anyone who has supported my writing in any way in the past!
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genre: fluff/comfort.
warnings: none.
You stared blankly at the half-packed suitcase on the bed, then at the closet, then back at the suitcase.
âThis is ridiculous,â you mumbled to yourself, sitting down on the edge of the bed. âIâm just meeting his family. Itâs not the end of the world. I shouldnât be this nervous.â
Still, your heartâs going crazy, and your hands canât stop fidgeting. Youâd packed and then unpacked three times already, trying to find the perfect thing to wear to impress Pedriâs parents.
Pedri walked in a moment later, phone still in hand, but his attention almost immediately shifted from the Instagram post he was looking at to you.
âYou okay?â he asked, his voice calm and even as usual.Â
You looked up, giving him a nervous smile. âI feel like Iâm going to forget how to speak the moment I meet tu mamĂĄ.â He chuckled, tossing his phone onto the bed and walking over to sit beside you, âYouâre overthinking, sol (sunshine). My parents are going to love you.â
You give him a fairly sassy look. âYou have to say that.â
âNo,â he said, giving you a sassy look back, and bumping your shoulder gently with his. âIâm saying it because itâs true.â
Pedri took your hand in his, running his thumb slowly over your knuckles. âMy mamĂĄâs going to be obsessed with you. Sheâs been asking about you for weeks. And my papĂĄ? He already likes you. He said anyone who can make me this happy and in line must be some sort of saint.âÂ
You let out a small laugh, despite the nerves. âSo Iâll be fine?â
âYouâll be perfect.â he grins.
You sighed and leaned your head on his shoulder, grateful for how effortlessly he calms your nerves. âI just⊠I want them to see how much I care about you. I donât want to mess it up.â
Pedri turned toward you slightly, his voice quiet and genuine. âYou already show me how much you care every single day. Theyâre going to see that too. And if they donât see it in the first five minutes, my mamĂĄ will get out the baby photo albums to embarrass me, and, if you pay attention, youâll be her favourite forever.â
You smile into his shoulder. âTempting. You were a cute ass baby.â
He grinned and kissed the top of your head. âJust be yourself. Thatâs who I love, and thatâs who theyâll love, too.âÂ
Pedri stood up and offered his hand to you. âVamos, we have a suitcase to pack, a flight to catch, and my mamĂĄ made croquetas. If youâre nervous, eat first. Thatâs her rule for everything.â
You laughed and took his hand, butterflies still fluttering, but in a different way now.Â
Maybe, just maybe, it would be okay.
You sat curled up on Pauâs bed, knees hugged yo your chest, your suitcase still half-zipped and lying on the floor. Everything was packed. Everything was ready. But you werenât.
Your mind kept spinning in circles. âWhat if they donât like me?â âWhat if I say the wrong thing?â âWhat if I somehow embarrass Pau or myself in front of his whole family?â
You barely noticed the sound of footsteps before you felt the bed dip beside you. Pau didnât say anything at first - just sat quietly, his presence calm as always, like he knew you needed a minute or two.Â
Finally, you glanced at him. âIs it obvious Iâm lowkey freaking out?â
He smiled gently, his green eyes warm and soft. âA little. But only because I know you.â
You groaned and hid your face behind your knees, âIâm sorry. I know this is supposed to be exciting, and it is, I promise. I just⊠I donât know. Meeting your parents feels like a really big deal.âÂ
Pau nodded slowly, taking his time to respond. âIt is a big deal. But that doesnât mean it has to be scary.â
You looked up at him, your brows furrowed. âArenât you nervous?â
He shook his head, and then reached for one of your hands, his fingers wrapping tightly around yours. âNo. Because I know them, and I know you. And I know how much theyâre going to like you.âÂ
You let out a shaky breath. âWhat if I say something weird? What if I donât say enough? What if tu mamĂĄ thinks Iâm too quiet? Or what if tu papĂĄ-â
âHey,â Pay cuts you off gently, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. âItâs okay to be nervous. But you donât have to be perfect. You just have to be yourself. My parents⊠theyâre kind people. Theyâre not going to judge you. Theyâre excited to finally meet the girl Iâve been talking about for months.âÂ
A small smile makes its way onto your face. âYouâve been talking about me?â
He smiled, his own cheeks going a little pink. âKind of a lot.â
That made you laugh, and Pau laughed too, a little shyly, his eyes crinkling at the corners nonetheless. âMi mamĂĄâs probably already made ten different things to eat just because she doesnât know what you like. Sheâs going to spoil you. And mi papå⊠heâs quieter, like you and me, but heâll ask about football or something to bond with you.â
You look down at your joined hands, then up at Pau again. âI really want to make a good impression.â
âYou will,â he said simply. âTrust me.â
And the way he looked at you right then - so sure, so confident, so proud - you started to believe him.Â
You squeezed his hand, another smile forming on your lips. âOkay, letâs go then.â
Pau smiled back, standing up and offering you his hand to help you up off the bed. âYouâve got this. And if anything gets weird, Iâll fake an emergency and drive us back.â
You laughed. âDeal.â
âOkay, lowkey, what if your mamĂĄ hates me?â
You asked the question halfway through putting on your jacket, frozen in place with one arm through the sleeve. Ferran looked up from where he was zipping up the duffel bag by the door, eyebrows raised, clearly not expecting that level so suddenly.Â
âHates you?â he repeated, blinking like youâd said something in another language. âWhat are you talking about?â
You let your arm flop uselessly out of the jacket and sat down on the bed, letting out a long digh. âI donât know, Ferran. Sheâs your mamĂĄ. She probably has, like, sky-high expectations and perfect Valencian princess ideas of the girl her only sonâs supposed to bring home. What if I disappoint her?â
Ferran stared at you for another few seconds, before slowly standing upright and crossing the room towards you, trying, and failing, not to laugh.Â
âValencian princess ideas?â he repeated, amused. âDo you hear yourself?â
You groaned and fell back on the bed, arms splayed out dramatically. âIâm serious.â
He climbed onto the bed next to you, propping himself up on one elbow as looked down at you. âVale, escĂșchame, reina (okay, listen to me, queen). My mamĂĄ isnât scary. Sheâs just a mamĂĄ. And sheâs going to love you.â
You cracked an eye open. âYouâre just saying that because you love me.â
âExactly,â he said, kissing your cheek, âand soon, sheâs gonna see that too.â
You turn to face him fully, propping your chin on your hand. âWhat if I talk too fast? Or sat something dumb in front of your papĂĄ? Or like⊠accidentally curse during dinner?â
Ferran laughed again, then leaned in until your noses were almost touching. âThen youâll fit right in.â
That made you smile, despite the nervousness still bubbling in your stomach.Â
He reached over to brush a piece of hair behind your ear, his voice gentler now. âYouâve got nothing to prove. You being you? Thatâs all they want. My sisterâs already excited to meet you. My mamĂĄâs probably baking something right now just because I told her your favourite dessert.â
Your heart smiled. âYou told her that?â
âOf course I did,â he said, as if it were obvious. âYou think Iâm not bragging about you every chance I get?â
You roll your eyes but the felt starts to ebb away.
He leaned in slightly, giving you a soft kiss. âVamos. Iâm excited.â
You laugh and get up, resuming putting on your jacket.
Lamine noticed you nervously adjusting your shirt for the millionth time in the last five minutes, your eyes flicking between the floor and the couch. You hadnât said anything aloud, but he could sense the tension thatâs building up inside you. He knew how important today was for you. Meeting his family for the first time, especially during Christmas, was bound to bring a wave of nervousness over you. You were excited, of course, but you couldnât shake the anxiety in your stomach either.Â
You sighed and fixed your hair yet again. âI really want them to like me, Lamine. Itâs your family, theyâre important to you, so I want them to like me. I donât want to mess anything up.â
Lamine smiles at you reassuringly, slinging an arm around you in a casual fashion. âI promise, theyâre going to love you. Mi mamĂĄâs been pestering me to meet you, and Keyneâs hardly scary. Youâll be fine.â
You glance at him from the corner of your eye, raising an eyebrow. âYou say that now, but what if I say something awkward or do something weird? What if they donât think Iâm good enough for you?â
He just laughed, shaking his head. âYouâre not going to mess up. Youâre perfect as you are.â He smiles more softly now, his dark brown eyes looking into yours, âTheyâre so excited to meet the person who makes me so happy. You have nothing to worry about.â
His words were gentle, but as they usually do, they carried a confidence that made you feel lighter. Lamine talked about them so fondly, you knew theyâd be kind, but the thought of being actually in the same room as them for the first time still made your palms a little sweaty.Â
âBesides,â Lamine continues, more playful now, âif you ever feel too nervous, just hang out with Keyne. He gives the best hugs and heâll happily tell you all about all his soft toys and their names.â
You laughed, âIâm sure Iâll be fine, so long as I donât embarrass you.âÂ
Lamineâs face softened once again as he turned your face to look at him. âYou could never embarrass me, mi amor. You mean so much to me, and my family knows that, and Iâm excited for them to see it in person too.âÂ
You take a deep breath, feeling the weird tossing of your stomach soothe as the moments pass. Lamine was right, annoyingly, he often is. His family would see how much you both love each other, and theyâd understand. Thereâs nothing to be nervous about.
âYou always know how to calm me down,â you whispered, leaning into his side, his body warm, as usual.Â
Lamine kissed your forehead. âThatâs because Iâm always around your anxious ass. Iâve cracked the code on how to make you see sense again.â he snickers, and you playfully slap his arm.Â
After a few more moments of laughing, the room goes quiet again and Lamine smiles at you.
âReady to go?â He holds his hand out for you to take as he stands up to leave.
You nod and lace your fingers with his, heading towards the front door.Â
You were pacing again.
Back and forth in front of Pabloâs bed, feeling too restless to sit still. Christmas in Los Palacios. With his family. His parents. His sister.
You froze when you heard a soft laugh behind you.Â
You gave him a look, but he was already walking towards you, his presence alone making the nerves calm slightly. âIâm freaking out, Pablo,â you said, the words coming out faster than your normal tone. âWhat if they donât like me? What if I say something weird or-â
â-trip over something? Spill wine on mi mamĂĄâs couch? Bring a dish with ingredients that someoneâs allergic to?â he offers, raising an eyebrow with that stupid, teasing smile still on his face.Â
You groaned and slapped his chest. âYouâre not helping!â
Pablo laughs, pulling you into his arms. His arms slide around your waist like they have done a million times before, like thatâs his favourite place for them to be, and maybe, it is. âI am helping. Iâm making you realise how silly it sounds.â
You sigh, resting your forehead against his chest, the steady beat of his heart against your ear. âI just⊠I want them to like me. I mean, theyâre your parents. This is kind of a big deal.âÂ
âTheyâre going to like you.â he said firmly, and when you looked up, he was already looking down at you with those big, perfect eyes of his. âTheyâre going to love you, actually. Because I do.â
Your breath hitched ever so slightly at the way he said it, so very certainly. Like it was the most obvious and natural thing in the world. âYou do?â
He rolled his eyes with a grin. âOf course I do. Do you really think Iâd take any girl home for Christmas? Mi mamĂĄ might cry. Sheâs a crier. Mi papĂĄ will pretend heâs chill, but heâs probably going to ask about your entire life story 10 minutes after you meet him. And Aurora? Sheâll be happy to have another girl her age-ish around.â
âDios mĂo.â you mutter, burying your face in his hoodie.
âBut theyâll love you,â he said, his voice a little softer now. âBecause you make me ridiculously happy. Youâre the first person Iâve never been nervous to bring home.â
Your heart squeezed a little. All your nerves, your doubts, your âwhat-ifâs - they didnât disappear, but they felt quieter, dulled by the way Pablo seemed so confident and the way he held you tight. He made you feel like you already place in his family, even if you hadnât actually met them yet.Â
You wrapped your arms tighter around his waist and then dropped them to your sides in a final squeeze. âVale, Iâm ready.â
âGood,â he murmured, kissing your temple. âBecause theyâve been ready for you since the second I told them about us.â
You were sitting on the edge of the couch, nervously twisting the strap of your bag in your hands. Your suitcase packed, coat hanging by the door, and Marc had already triple checked the passports and plane tickets. Everything was ready for the flight back to Barcelona⊠except for your nerves.Â
Marc popped his head in from the hallway, grinning like he did, cheeks slightly pink from the cold air outside. âYou ready?â
You hesitated. âAlmost.â
He paused, then walked over, his smile softening when he saw the way you were chewing your bottom lip. âYouâre nervous.â
You sighed, leaning back on your hands. âIs it that obvious?â
Marc sat down beside you, pulling you closer to him. âYouâre usually the confident one between us. Iâve never seen you sit this still.âÂ
You let out a quiet laugh, then groaned. âI just⊠I want to make a good impression. I mean, itâs your family. What if they think Iâm not good enough for their son or something? What if they donât even like me?!â
Marc turned to face you fully, his expression serious, but soft. âHey. CĂĄllate, idiota (shut up, idiot). Youâre overthinking this. First of all, thatâs not even possible. And second, theyâre not trying to like you. They already do. Iâve told them all about you. About how kind you are. How funny you are. How youâve got this really annoying habit of stealing my hoodies and acting like itâs yours-â
You playfully smacked his arm, but he grabbed your hand before you could pull it back, lacing his fingers with yours.
âIâm serious,â he said, voice quieter now. âTheyâre excited. Mi mamĂĄâs been texting me asking what kind of snack you like, and mi papĂĄâs already made a list of places to show you in Granollers. You donât have to prove anything to them.âÂ
You blinked, taken aback by how certain he was. How calm. How much he believed in you.
âYou donât think Iâll say or do something dumb?â
Marc chuckled. âIf you do, theyâll probably just think itâs funny. Like I do.â
That made you smile, your nerves softening just a bit. Leaning your head on his shoulder, you let yourself breathe for the first time all morning.
âOkay, Iâm ready now. I think.â
Marc pressed a kiss to the top of your head, holding you there for a moment. âGood. Because mi hermanaâs already threatened to disown me if I donât bring you home soon.âÂ
You laughed again, the tension finally beginning to ease. âHow nice of her,â you reply sarcastically.Â
He grinned and then stood up. âVamos. Youâre about to be the favourite in the family, and Iâm not even mad about it.â
You took his hand, heart still fluttering - but this time, it wasnât from nerves. It was from the way he looked at you, with nothing but love.
You sat at the kitchen island, holding a mug of hot chocolate that you hadnât touched in 10 minutes. Your bag was by the door. Your phone was charged. The car had a full tank of petrol. Youâre due to leave in five minutes. And yet, youâre still spiraling.Â
âWait,â he said, wa;king over with a soft, confused smile. âYouâre actually nervous?â
You looked down at your hot chocolate. âYeah⊠like, very.â
He leaned against the counter beside you, gently tugging the mug out of your hands and setting it aside. âYou do realise my mamĂĄâs probably already planned some sort of girlâs night for the two of you or something right?â
Your head snapped up, âWhat?â
He chuckled. âYeah. Sheâs excited to finally have another girl around. She even said, and I quote, âbring that sweet girl of yours around so I can finally meet her properly and feed her well.â Her words. Not mine.â
He cut in softly, giving your hand a squeeze. âIâm serious, I wouldnât be bringing you home if I wasnât sure - if I didnât want them to know the person who makes me the happiest.â
Your heart fluttered.Â
He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. âYouâre not auditioning for anything. Youâre just coming home with me. And theyâre gonna love you, because youâre you.â
You leaned into his touch, letting out a breath you didnât realise you were holding. âVale. Letâs go meet your mamĂĄ and see what kind of terrifyingly welcoming night she has planned for me.â
And just like that - your nerves didnât disappear completely. But they shrank under the warmth of his voice and the certainty in his eyes. With him, it didnât feel so scary anymore.Â
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Grey clouds hung low over the city, and the rain drummed a soft, steady beat on the windows. Inside, Pedri sat curled up on the couch, a thick wool blanket draped over his shoulders and legs. His book lay forgotten in his lap as his eyes traced the pattern of raindrops sliding down the glass.
You settled beside him, your body leaning into his side. The blanket slipped over you both, and you felt the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath your head.
âI love days like this,â Pedri said quietly, voice low and content. âNo noise, no pressure. Just... calm.â
You nodded, savoring the quiet comfort of the moment. âMe too.â
His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, and his fingers began tracing slow, soothing circles on your back. It was a silent language, words werenât necessary when every touch said you were home.
The world outside faded into background noise, the rainâs soft tapping, the occasional rumble of thunder far away. Inside, there was only the slow heartbeat between you.
Pedriâs fingers tightened around yours. âWe donât do this enough,â he whispered.
You smiled, looking up at him. His eyes were warm, slightly tired, but full of something steady and true. âWe should,â you agreed.
For a while, you both just sat like that, wrapped in the warmth of the blanket and the quiet pulse of being together. Your head rested lightly on his chest as he shifted to press a kiss to your forehead.
No plans, no distractions, just a calm, slow day spent wrapped in softness.
The rain kept falling outside, but, inside, the world felt like it had paused just for you two.
written by @paucubarsisimp
The rain had been falling for hours â slow and lazy, like even the sky didnât feel like rushing today.
You and Pau had been curled up on the couch since late morning, the blanket half on, half off, one of his legs hooked around yours like he was afraid youâd float away if he let go. Your head was resting on his chest, and he had both arms wrapped around you like a sleepy octopus â one hand tucked into your hair, the other playing with the hem of your shirt.
He smelled like warmth. Like skin and soft cotton and that one hoodie he always left at your place, the one you were currently drowning in.
âYouâre so warm,â you mumbled, nose squished into his collarbone.
Pau hummed, lips brushing the top of your head. âYouâre literally stealing all my body heat.â
You smiled against his neck. âYou love it.â
âMaybe,â he whispered, and kissed your temple once. Then again. Then a third time, slower. âBut only 'cause itâs you.â
You tilted your head up to look at him, and he looked down at you with that half-sleepy, all-heart look â the one that made your chest ache a little in the best way.
He leaned down, kissed your cheek.
âYouâre cute.â
Kissed your nose.
âToo cute.â
Kissed the corner of your mouth.
âStop being so cute, seriously, itâs unfair.â
You laughed, trying to hide your face in his hoodie, but he caught you with a grin, kissing you properly this time â soft and slow and just a little too long. When he pulled back, your smile matched his.
âYou always do that,â you whispered, dazed.
âWhat?â
âKiss me like Iâm made of clouds or something.â
He smiled, eyes half-lidded. âMaybe you are.â
You laughed again, and he kissed your laugh too â once, then twice more, like he couldnât help it. His hands slid up your back, slow and gentle, thumbs brushing along your spine, grounding you.
The rain tapped on the window like a soft drumbeat, and the whole world outside faded to a quiet blur.
âCan we stay like this forever?â you asked, fingers tracing the line of his jaw.
Pau nodded, burying his face in your hair.
âYeah,â he whispered. âMe, you, this hoodie, and about a hundred kisses. Thatâs all I need.â
You grinned, eyes fluttering shut as he kissed your forehead one last time â firm and steady, like a promise.
And you stayed like that, in the soft hush of the rain and the warmth of each other, letting the world slow down around you.
written by @paucubarsisimp
The rain had been falling since early morning â soft and steady, the kind that makes everything feel slower. Outside, the sky was a dull grey, but inside, the apartment felt warm in that lazy, rainy-day kind of way.
You were tucked into the corner of the couch, legs curled under a blanket that definitely used to belong to Ferran until you claimed it. He walked in from the kitchen barefoot, hoodie sleeves pushed up, holding two mugs like they were precious cargo.
âVale, donât move,â he said quietly, setting them down. âThis oneâs yours â more honey, just how you like it.â
âYouâre learning,â you teased, already reaching for it.
He gave you a small smile, the kind that showed just a little dimple. âIâm a fast learner when it comes to you.â
You made room and he didnât hesitate â just dropped onto the couch next to you and pulled the blanket over both of you like it was second nature. His arm went around your shoulders without a word. His hand found yours. Like muscle memory.
âYouâre clingy today,â you mumbled, though your head found his chest anyway.
âNo es verdad,â he said, trying not to smile. âYouâre the clingy one. Iâm just⊠here.â
You laughed against him, soft and sleepy. His fingers started moving gently up and down your arm, absentminded, almost like he didnât realize he was doing it. But you knew Ferran â he always knew. He was just quiet about how much he loved closeness.
âDays like this feel like they donât really count,â you whispered.
âExactly,â he said. âLike we get a break from everything.â
His voice was low, lazy, like the rain outside. And for a while, neither of you said anything â just listened to the sound of water on glass and the distant hum of the city trying to keep moving.
He kissed the top of your head so softly you barely felt it. âPodemos quedarnos asĂ todo el dĂa si quieres.â
âYou sure?â you murmured, already sinking deeper into him. He nodded.
âIâm not going anywhere. Esta es mi parte favorita del dĂa.â
Your favorite part too.
The rain tapped steadily on the windows, the soft rhythm filling the quiet room. You found yourself snuggled in the little nest Lamine had built on the floor, a fortress of pillows and blankets heâd dragged out with a proud grin, declaring it the âbest rainy day setup.â Honestly, you couldnât argue. It was the perfect spot to escape the wet chill outside.
Lamine lounged back comfortably, phone forgotten in his hand as his eyes tracked raindrops racing each other down the glass. You shifted closer, resting your head on his shoulder. His steady breathing slowed your own, a comforting anchor amid the muted gray outside.
âYou always know how to make this kind of day feel special,â you murmured, fingers trailing lazy circles on his arm.
He glanced down at you with a smile, nudging your shoulder softly. âRainy days arenât meant for running around,â he said. âTheyâre for slowing down, doing nothing, just being together.â
You felt the warmth of the thick blanket draped over both your legs and the way his hand slid up to tangle with yours. It was a simple gesture, but it filled the silence with quiet connection.
The smell of hot chocolate lingered in the air. Earlier, Lamine had disappeared into the kitchen, returning proudly with two steaming mugs, the sweet scent mixing with the scent of wet concrete from the open window.
You sipped slowly, the warmth spreading through your chest matching the glow of being here, now, with him.
Outside, the rain showed no sign of stopping. But inside your little haven, time seemed to pause. The world outside could stay cold and wet while you lay here wrapped in quiet and comfort.
Lamineâs voice was soft when he spoke again. âI donât need anything else today. Just this.â
You smiled, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. âNeither do I.â
And in that moment, wrapped in his warmth and the gentle sound of rain, everything felt perfectly still.
Outside, the streets glistened wet and slick under the steady rain. Inside Pabloâs apartment, the world was softer, filled with warmth, the quiet hum of the heater, and the faint scent of coffee lingering in the air.
You sat curled up on the floor next to him, your back resting against the couch as Pablo fiddled with the cord of a knitted blanket, pulling it free and spreading it carefully over your legs.
He looked up with a small smile, eyes bright despite the gray outside. âThis is exactly what I needed,â he said quietly. âNo pressure, no noise, just... this.â
You nodded, reaching for his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. âSame here.â
The two of you settled into the quiet rhythm of the rain, the sound soft and steady. Pablo shifted closer, letting his shoulder bump against yours, sharing warmth without words.
âI love rainy days like this. It means I get to spend time with you and do nothing,â he said after a moment, voice calm and thoughtful.
You laughed softly. âYeah. Sometimes doing nothing is the best.â
You leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling the steady warmth beneath you. The steady pulse of his breathing became a soft rhythm you could follow, matching the rainâs gentle fall.
Outside, the city seemed washed clean and quiet, but inside Pabloâs apartment, the world was full of gentle moments, small smiles, soft touches, and the slow, quiet joy of being together.
Time stretched out softly as you two stayed wrapped in the blanket and the peace of a rainy day that had nowhere to go but right here, in each otherâs company.
written by @paucubarsisimp
The rain had been falling all day, soft and steady, like even the sky wanted to stay quiet for a while.
You knew exactly why he came. He always did when it rained.
Now, he was curled up behind you on the couch, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other resting lightly on your chest, like he never wanted to let you go. His breathing was slow and steady, and you could feel the heat of his body pressed close to yours, legs tangled, fingers absentmindedly playing with the edge of your shirt.
He didnât seem to want anything more than just being close. Just having you close.
You slowly turned to look at him, and he met your eyes with that half-asleep gaze â calm, quiet, and something else you couldnât quite name but felt deep down.
âHere again,â he said with a small smile, barely above a whisper.
âYeah,â you said, running your fingers along his cheek.
He leaned in to kiss your cheek, then your nose, then your jaw â slow and gentle, like he wanted to memorize every touch.
You laughed softly. âYou always kiss me like itâs the first time.â
He blinked. âItâs because I want to remember it all.â
He kissed you again â this time on your lips, barely more than a warm brush â and then rested his forehead against yours.
âCan we just⊠not move today?â he asked, voice low and rough with sleep.
âDepends,â you teased, âwhat if I want some coffee?â
âIâll make it,â he said without hesitation, eyes still closed. âBut you have to come back right after.â
You smiled, and he pulled you closer. âClingy.â
âAnd youâre my favorite,â you whispered.
He kissed your shoulder through the fabric, then your collarbone, and then your lips again â slow, sweet, and patient.
You stayed like that, wrapped in the sound of the rain and the warmth of his arms, letting time pause just for the two of you.
Lamine is in love with an assistant girl at the club, but she doesn't know about it and when one of the other boys gets too close to her, Lamine goes crazy with jealousy.Can you do this please? <3
don't let him near you.
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a/n: very cutesy
genre: fluff.
warnings: none.
summary: lamine gets jealous when he sees gavi flirting with you during one of his appointments.
Youâre used to footballers getting flirty. Itâs kind of baked into the job. When youâre one of the youngest physiotherapists at the club, surrounded by boys with egos as big as their followings, itâs just part of the deal.
What you werenât expecting was him.
Lamine Yamal.
Golden boy. Game-changer. Media darling. And for the past month and a half, your regular rehab client after he twisted his ankle mid-match.
Seventeen and a rising star, but somehow, when he walks into the physio room with that boyish grin and those huge brown eyes, he doesnât feel like a million followers and counting. He just feels like Lamine.
And lately, heâs been showing up early. Staying a little longer than necessary. Asking questions that have nothing to do with ankles.
You donât let yourself read too far into it. Youâre smart. Focused. Professional. You donât crush on clients, even if they do look at you like you hung the stars in the recovery room.
Besides, itâs not like heâs said anything.
Not like the others.
âCareful, Lamine,â Pablo teases as he hops onto the table next to his friend, shirt damp from training. âYou hog her too long and I might steal her.â
You roll your eyes and tap his knee with the clipboard. âYouâre not even on my list today.â
âThat can be fixed.â He grins, cocky as ever, and shoots a wink your way.
You snort. âKeep talking and Iâll add you, to the injury report.â
Lamine doesnât laugh.
You donât catch it right away. Youâre too focused on checking his range of motion, rotating his ankle gently as he leans back on his palms, muscles tense under your hands.
But when you look up, his jawâs tight. His gaze isnât on you. Itâs fixed firmly on Gavi.
âDo you mind?â he mutters, eyes narrowed. âWeâre in the middle of something.â
Pablo raises a brow. âRelax, hermano. Iâm joking.â
âDoesnât sound like it.â
You blink.
Thereâs a beat of silence. A charged one. You clear your throat.
âLetâs just get through this set, okay?â you say, shifting the focus. âI want to test some lateral pressure today.â
Lamine obeys. Sort of. Heâs cooperative physically, but emotionally, heâs miles away. Cold. Quiet. And when Gavi eventually leaves, tossing one last playful glance your way, Lamine doesnât say a word for the rest of the session.
You finally exhale when he grabs his things and heads for the door.
But then he turns.
Hand on the frame. Lips parted. Something burning in his expression.
âI donât like it,â he says.
Your brows knit. âDonât like what?â
âThat.â His voice is low. âThe way he looks at you.â
âLamineâŠâ
âDonât act like you didnât notice.â
Thereâs something unrecognizable in him. Not angry exactly. Just⊠wound up. Unraveling.
âHe was joking,â you say, trying to keep your tone even. âItâs harmless.â
âItâs not harmless if I feel like punching someone.â
You blink again. âExcuse me?â
His eyes finally meet yours, and for the first time, they donât soften. They ignite.
âI canât sit there and watch guys flirt with you,â he says, stepping back into the room. âIâve been trying to be cool. Trying to stay chill. But every time I see someone else touching you, or making you laugh, or even just⊠being near you when Iâm not allowed to say what I want to say-â
He cuts himself off.
Youâre not breathing.
He runs a hand through his curls, pacing.
âYou think Iâve been coming here every day just for ankle stretches?â he asks, voice rough around the edges. âYou think I donât notice the way you smell like coconut or how you hum when youâre focused or how you never let me leave without saying something sweet, even if Iâm being annoying as hell?â
Youâre frozen. Absolutely still.
He stops pacing. Looks at you like heâs out of breath.
âIâm not just another player, am I?â he asks.
The question hits you right in the center of your chest.
âNo,â you whisper. âYouâre not.â
His shoulders drop, like the tension is finally cracking.
âI didnât want to mess anything up,â he says, stepping closer. âDidnât want to cross a line. But if someone else tried to get with you, I donât think I could take it.â
âLamineâŠâ
âYouâre different,â he murmurs, voice softer now. âYou see me. Not the player. Not the headlines. Just me.â
You reach for his hand. He takes yours instantly, lacing your fingers like itâs the most natural thing in the world.
âI do see you,â you say, heart hammering. âYouâve got no idea how much.â
He squeezes your hand.
Then, finally, he smiles.
That familiar Lamine grin, crooked and charming and almost shy.
âSo,â he says, âif I asked you out, would you say yes? After Iâm back to full fitness, I mean.â
You laugh, a little breathless.
âLamine, Iâve been waiting for you to ask me out since your second session.â
He beams. âSo⊠thatâs a yes?â
You nod, grinning back. âThatâs a definite yes.â
And just like that, the tension in the room flips.
Because heâs still seventeen, and heâs still got a thousand cameras watching his every move, but in this moment, itâs just the two of you. Fingers entwined, hearts wide open, and nothing between you but the truth thatâs been bubbling under the surface since day one.
Lamine leans in, forehead brushing yours. Not a kiss, not yet, but close.
âDonât let Gavi near you again,â he whispers, teasing now.
You laugh again. âPossessive much?â
He shrugs. âOnly when it comes to you.â
And yeah, heâs still technically a patient. Youâre still technically on the clock.
But for once, rules donât feel so important.
Because love? Thatâs the real rehab. And the two of you⊠youâre healing just fine.
summary: how lamine yamal, pablo gavi, pedro gonzalez, pau cubarsi, and hector fort would ask you to be their valentine.
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warnings: suggestive.
You met when you were seven, while playing football out in the schoolyard on one of your first days at your new school in Tegueste, after moving from Lanzarote, another Canarian Island, the closest one to Spain. You were quite a good wee player, but were met with the ground after being tripped by another boy, who looked about your age. Your bottom lip had wobbled as you looked at your now-skinned hands. The boy, looking as guilty as if heâd killed you, crouched down in front of you.
âLo siento mucho. Lo prometo, no fue mi intenciĂłn. ÂżEstĂĄs bien (iâm so sorry. i promise i didnât mean to. are you okay)?â he had asked tentatively. You sniffed and nodded. Your eyes had gone back to his face, and he had spoken up again.
âPuedo besarlo mejor por ti. Eso es lo que hace mi mamĂĄ cada vez que me lastimo (i can kiss it better for you. that's what my mami does whenever i get hurt).â Almost immediately, you nodded once more and held your hands out to him. The boy had pressed a small kiss to each of your palms.
âÂżEstĂĄ todo mejor ahora (is it all better now)?â
âEn realidad no, pero duele menos. QuizĂĄs seas mĂĄgico (not really, but it hurts less. maybe youâre magic).â
âTal vez (maybe),â he smiled and helped you up, âSoy Pedri. Bueno, Pedro, pero todos me dicen Pedri porque soy pequeño y el otro Pedro es grande (i'm pedri. well, pedro, but everyone calls me pedri because i'm little, and other pedro is big).â he introduced, gesturing to a much larger boy across the yard.
âÂżCĂłmo te llamas (whatâs your name)?â Pedri asked as he helped you up from the floor.
âY/N. ÂżQuieres que seamos amigos? Soy nuevo y no tengo ninguno (do you want to be friends? i'm new, and i don't have any).â
He nodded and you guys wandered off, back towards the classroom, as the bell had gone.Â
And thatâs how you met your boyfriend, best friend, and love of your life.Â
Having been there for each other through the highs and lows, you two are closer than anyone else either of you know. No longer seven and clueless, the pair of you are curled up in bed, the rain pouring outside, you reading, Pedri on his phone beside you. There was a peaceful silence, besides the sound of rain on the windows and the occasional paper sound coming from your book.Â
You turn the page and something falls out, sliding into your lap. Confused, you pick it up, what is it but a pressed white rose and a note?
âBe my valentine?â you laugh and look up at Pedri, whoâs watching you with a raised eyebrow, waiting. Grinning, you lean across the bed a little, connecting, before pulling away and murmuring against his lips, âMost certainly, Iâll be your Valentine. Considering youâve been asking since we were 15, do you really even have to ask anymore.â
âYes, I do, because I know it makes you feel special, it makes me feel important, and it actually improves the general romantic-ness of our relationship,â he says firmly, but with a soft, signature Pedri smile.
âWoah, alright. And thank you, itâs very sweet.â you press another kiss to his lips, expecting just a peck, but very quickly, his tongue is in your mouth and youâve been pulled to straddle his lap.
âI have a few more Valentineâs gifts for you, donât worry.â Pedri says with a smirk and hungry glint in his eye. You know youâre in for a long night, but arenât at all mad about it.
You had been sitting in second-period Science, right before lunch, when one of the receptionists from the front office came into the classroom, asking you to pack up your things and come with her. Confused, you did so, trailing behind the older woman, back to the main office. Standing there in the office is a faux-distraught-looking Pau, claiming to be your cousin, needing to pick you up early as thereâs been a family emergency. Behind her back, you cover your mouth to stifle a laugh.
A few minutes later, and youâre all signed out and walking out to the carpark with Pau.
âYou know, you canât just pull me out of school whenever you want, right? Our âgrandmaâ can only die so many times.â you laugh. He just shrugs and intertwines his hand with yours.
âOh well. Iâm taking you on a date.â
âA date? At 11.45 in the morning?â
âSĂ. Weâre having a picnic on the beach,â he announces proudly.
âOn the beach, huh? So all the sand can get in our food? Delightful.â you laugh, he whacks your arm.
âCalla, itâs meant to be romantic (shut up).â Pau teases back, unlocking his car and opening the passenger door for you.
âPrincesa.â You roll your eyes at the nickname. Most boyfriends would use it in a cute way, their âprincesa,â but no, not your boyfriend. Pau just uses it to tease you.
He makes a dramatic gesture of it, helping you in by taking your hand and everything. You keep forgetting he has free reign to drive you guys anywhere now. So maybe random Friday lunch dates after a long week will become a more regular occurrence.
 The drive to the beach is fairly short, and most of the way there, you just give Pau the rundown on this weekâs school gossip. Itâs sunny and warm today, good weather for a picnic. Turns out, Pauâs version of a picnic is a salad and water for him, a sandwich and a lemonade for you, eaten on the tailgate of the car, however, to look out onto the beach while you eat, the car has to be reverse parked.
Pau is awful at reverse/parallel parking, and only just barely passed it on his test, so, while it is a little illegal, you always do it for him. Itâs funny, youâre only studying, donât even have your proper license, and can drive a lot better than him in many ways. Once the car is successfully parked, you both get out, opening the boot and sitting in it, cuddling close to each other.
You both sit in silence for a while, eating and drinking, until Pau randomly speaks up once more.Â
âYou know how you left your phone at mine the other day?â
You suddenly feel a little nervous. âYeah..?â
Pau grins. âWanna explain why you have over 500 saved edits of me on TikTok?âÂ
Youâre quite tempted to die of embarrassment. Literally, mortified. He takes immense pleasure in your pink face.Â
âWe can do it like that⊠if you want to.â
You almost donât want to ask. âDo what like what?â
âDo you want it from the back, with your face in the pillow so you can yell as loud as you want to?â He says with a suggestive smirk, quoting the audio of the most recent edit youâve saved, knowing exactly what heâs doing.Â
âShut up,â you mutter, slumping down further. But he doesnât shut up. Doesnât even think about it, and 20 minutes later, you find yourself topless, laying in the boot of the car, Pau having put the backseats down for a rather messy makeout, like the good, horny teenagers you are. He lays next to you, both of you breathless. For a good few moments, the only sound that is heard in the car is both of you panting.
âYou know, I actually brought us out here for the âromanticâ date to ask you to be my Valentine,â he says.
âReally? Well, the answer is yes.â you chuckle breathily, sitting up.
âHow am I meant to go back to school, looking live Iâve been mauled by a dog after going to âsay goodbye to our grandma with my cousin.â?â casually, you laugh, but Pauâs face is far from amused.
âNo way in hell are you going back to school. Weâre going straight to my bed, mi amor.â
You giggle and he finally laughs too. âAlright. Maybe we should try your suggestion from earlier.â
His grin only grows.
Youâve been in a âtalking stageâ with Lamine for the past two or three months. You had been friends as kids when he still lived in Rocafonda, you grew apart a little with age, but youâve gotten closer again after starting high school.
You guys are in the same literature and mathematics classes, so you often give him notes or go to his place to help him with homework. Heâs very sweet, he looks at you like youâre a beautiful girl, not some piece of meat, heâs always giving you little gifts and things too. Youâve gotten to know his mother better and met his little brother, Keyne. His papĂĄ seems to like you too on the few occasions youâve met him.
Tonight, youâve come over to help him with some of the literature homework. Youâre laying on his bed, paper and books in front of you as you explain the concept it as best you can, when his mamĂĄ, Sheila, puts her head in the door, speaking to you with a warm, motherly smile.
You and Lamine go back to doing the homework, although he seems more nervous and less focused than before.
âAre you alright?â you frown, noticing that he has been staring at your face and not the book for the past two minutes. He blinks and looks away, a little flushed.
âSĂ, sĂ, sorry. I just⊠zoned out.â
You give him a sceptical look but nod. âVale. Now, back to page 167 (okay)âŠâ
The two of you continue reading and writing until Sheila comes back to say dinnerâs ready. When you get to the table, Lamine makes sure to pull your chair out for you and hand you your plate first. Sheila giggles behind her hand as she watches her son, clearly in on something youâre not, so youâre confused for a moment, but then move on. The table is fairly quiet, aside from Keyne chattering away in his high chair. With no siblings at home, you find it very entertaining and help him with a few spoonfuls of the spiced and seasoned rice, watching and laughing at him as he goes. Sheila watches on with a smile, grinning at the secret plan Lamine had made with her, but also at you and Keyne interacting.Â
After dinner, you help to clear the table and do a few of the dishes with Sheila, Lamine watching on with love in his eyes from the living room floor as he half plays with Keyne, and half admires you and how well you and his mamĂĄ are getting on. Once the dishes are done, you go and sit next to Lamine on the floor again.
âYou wanna keep going on the homework?â he asks.
You nod and head back to his bedroom. He tells you that he needs the bathroom and that heâll be in in a minute.
When he reenters, youâre sitting on his bed, and he has his hands behind his back, holding something. You frown in confusion and laugh, watching him as he smiles back nervously at you.
âWhat?â you laugh.
Lamine takes a deep breath and moves his hands from behind his back. In one hand is a bouquet of long-stem red roses, and in the other, is a small, navy-blue, velvet box. Your eyebrows immediately rise in surprise and your eyes go from the roses to his anxious, but hopeful face. When you donât immediately take them, he pushes them towards you a little more, you snap out of the haze that is those beautiful brown eyes of his and take the flowers and jewellery box.
You smile at him before opening the box, inside is one of the most beautiful necklaces youâve ever seen. Itâs (gold/silver) the colour he knows you prefer, a small iridescent opal pendant hanging from it. Inside the box, is also a small note.
âBe my valentine?â in Lamineâs signature neat, although slightly crooked, handwriting.
You laugh shakily and cover your mouth, staring at it for a second before putting the bouquet and necklace down on the bed and standing up to hug him. You rest your head on your shoulder, and whisper out your answer.
âYes, yes of course Iâll be your valentine.â he grins and tilts your head up.
âÂżPuedo besarte (can i kiss you)?â you nod, and a few moments later, those gorgeous plush lips of his are on yours. You pull away a few seconds later and laugh, still close, your forehead resting against his, looking into his eyes once more.
âThank you,â he whispers.
âFor what?â
âSaying yes.â the taller boy smiles.
You laugh, shaking your head slightly, âOf course I said yes. Iâd be an idiot not to.â
Lamine pulls away and reaches for the box on the bed once more, he takes it out and gestures for you to turn it around. You feel the cool, delicate (gold/silver) on your neck and his fingers carefully doing up the clasp behind you.Â
That night, you have your first sleepover together, and cuddle in bed most of the night, deciding homework can wait until tomorrow.
Youâve never had a Valentine before. Yep, 20 years old and not a single Valentine. So itâs kind of crazy that youâre first ever one will be the Pablo Gavi.Â
You didnât think heâd ask you, considering you were dating and it was probably just assumed, but alas, you arrived home from the grocery shopping to find a whole display of flowers, balloons and various other things on the dining room table, a proud Pablo standing next to it.Â
You laugh in shock, almost dropping the grocery bag in surprise. Instead, you deposit it onto the kitchen counter and go over to him. Grinning his usual wide smile, he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you passionately for a good while, but when he gets distracted and his kisses start trailing down your neck, you laugh and pull away, bringing his head back up again.
âSave that for later, amor.â He chuckles and presents the table to you properly.
You take a closer look and there are multiple bottles of your favourite perfume and skincare products. Thereâs no makeup as always as Pablo refuses to buy it for you because he thinks you look even prettier without it. Dotted around are multiple bags, Dior, Mercadona, Victoriaâs Secret (you can hardly imagine what heâs picked out from there), shoes, and a new dress, with flowers all around the place, and a big sign in the middle of the table.Â
âWill you be my Valentine?âÂ
You laugh, just taking it all in.
âWhat kind of question is that? Who elseâs would I be?â
He shrugs and kisses you again.
âIs that a yes then?â you roll your eyes and laugh for what feels like the millionth time.Â
âOf course, mi amor. Siempre, sĂ (forever, yes).â
Once more, that cheeky grin appears on his face. You squeak when youâre lifted up the waist, legs automatically wrapping around his waist. As he carries you past the table, he picks up the Victoriaâs Secret bag, making a beeline for the bedroom.
âCan you look at my foot?â
âWhat?â
âMy foot.â you just stare at him for a moment.
âYour foot?â you repeat, slower. He nods as if that was a perfectly normal request.Â
âWhy exactly?â
âBecause it hurts and youâre training to become a physio.â After staring at him for a moment longer, you sigh and relent, moving to crouch at the end the chaise of the couch, pulling off his sock.
âDo you not have professional physios for this?â
âYeah, but I like you better.â Inspecting his foot, you frown.
âThereâs nothing wrong with it.â
âYes, because itâs the other one.â You pull off his right sock instead, and your eyes widen.
âGot another tattoo.â
âI can see that. Why that, and why there?â
âBecause thatâs the foot I score goals with. So now, every goal I score, every pass, every tackle, every run, is dedicated to you, like youâre there helping me kick, in thought, of course.â
You watch him in surprise for a moment before laughing in disbelief and coming back up to kiss him and give him a hug.
âEstĂĄs loco (youâre crazy).â
âSĂłlo para ti, mi amor (only for you, my love).â he laughs back, pressing yet another kiss to your nose.Â
âJust, âalrightâ?â he sniggers, shoving you a little.
âWhat would you prefer I say then, hm?â
âHow about a âYes, please, dear boyfriend that just got my name and birthday permanently tattooed on his body.â?â
âMmmm⊠I think Iâll stick with âYeah, alright.ââ you tease, which earns his fingers under your arms, tickling you until you slide off the couch and are crying tears of laughter.
a/n: i wanted to do one for marc, but it was last and i genuinely had no ideas đ so i'd be happy to add it later if anyone has some requests or suggestions?