#yamal

Synopsis: Doing multiple interviews with Lamine has fans questioning if there’s more between you and him with each recording.

Pairing: Lamine Yamal x Interviewer!reader

word count: 1k+ no use of y/n

a/n: yk we gotta do anotha fic for Lamine since it's his bdayyy and for the angst yesterday

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Interviewing Lamine was never easy. Well, it could be, but he makes it such a drag. Don’t get it twisted though because you definitely liked the attention you got from him; I mean who wouldn’t? But the public attention from it all might be the worst of it all. 

You interview the boys after matches for FC Barcelona as you were one of the many post-match media interviewers, and each one is supposed to last 3 minutes or less. A little over is just fine but somehow... Lamine gets yours to finish around 8 minutes almost every time. 

You made your own name for yourself when it came to interviewing people like Gavi or Pedri because of your questions and the players seeming comfortable with the questions that were more personal and focused on what they did and not solely on teamwork and chemistry. 

The Barcelona team just went against a steady match against Newcastle, blowing them out of the water with a score of 7-2. To say you were proud was an understatement. You went through a couple of interviews quickly and easily with Alejandro, Cubarsi, Fermin, and... Here comes Lamine. 

He had just finished with one of your coworkers, making it short and brief and what seems like only lasts just a minute thirty.

Maybe because he was rushing to head over to you, but you wouldn’t know that.

You just hit record when he walked up, that smug smile that always painted his face whenever he scored a goal already forming.  

The real reason why his interviews got so long is because he asked you questions back as well, and he knew better than anyone else that you couldn't just shut Barcelona's star boy down. Anyone would die for your position.  

“Mira quién es: mi entrevistador favorito.” (Look who it is: My favorite interviewer) He stood in front of the backdrop that was adorned with many other brands that supported the team with his arms crossed and didn’t take one glance towards the big camera that stood to the side of them as he took the microphone that you handed to him. 

“Encantado de verte también Lamine” (Nice to see you too Lamine) You rolled your eyes but that didn’t stop the smile that slightly appeared on your face no matter how much you tried to downplay it and hide it.

Other than that, the interview went smoothly for now— questions wise. His body language was undeniable, constantly leaning into you even though he had his arms crossed. He would not stop staring at you as if you were the only person left in the room. 

“Ya basta de hablar de mí; te has cambiado el peinado. ¿A qué se debe el cambio?” (I’ve talked enough about myself; you’ve changed your hairstyle. What’s the reason for the change?) 

He says as if it's the most normal thing ever to ask you. You scoffed, amused, before trying to search your brain for an answer. You knew he was into you in some way, but you didn’t think he noticed that much. 

“¿Ahora tengo que explicar mis elecciones de vestuario?” (I have to explain my outfit choices now?) 

You tried to deflect but he was dead serious. He nodded his head, leaning his mic that he’d been holding towards your mouth as if he was now the one interrogating you about the way you played on the field. But two can play that flirty game of his.

“¿Y si quisiera impresionarte?” (What if I wanted to impress you?) That sparked something in him. The change was subtle but noticeable if you'd been standing in front of the footballer for quite some time now.  

His stance shifted, moving his weight onto his left leg as he leaned back just barely to look your outfit up and down and licked his lips before just barely giving you a nod 

“Bueno, está funcionando; hazlo más a menudo.” (Well, it’s working; do it more often.) The feeling you’d gotten in your stomach is what would be called butterflies, but it felt more aggressive than that. Almost as if it was wasps.  

You checked your watch and it was yet another interview that was well over 3 minutes. 

You’d done it again and had no choice but to wrap up the conversation that was beginning to get heated and making the walls feel like it was closing in on you the longer you stayed with the boy.

“Sabes que tienes otras entrevistas, ¿verdad? Nos vemos la próxima, Lamine.” (You know you have other interviews, right? See you next time, Lamine.) You were sure to give him no option of staying because he was known to find a loophole in something always.  

“¿Eso es una promesa?” (Is that a promise?) He finally glanced at the camera that picked up every word you two said and could probably sense the tension in the room as well.

“Desafortunadamente.” (Unfortunately.) You responded quickly right after him. He smiled, flashing his braces before handing you the mic back and as you grabbed it back from him, hands brushing. He grabbed your hand, placing a sweet but soft kiss on top of it.  

That small gesture finally got you.

You just watched as he walked off like he didn't just do that. You couldn’t stand there forever, beginning to pack up and perhaps faster than you usually would, but you did it subconsciously as you put everything back to their respective spots and packing up the camera that has a film of gold on it.

You trusted your company to edit the video, accordingly, wanting to hopefully keep their professional image and not feed into the eager fans.  

You decided you would rather not stay around and let Lamine terror you some more with his charisma before you did something you would regret as you hesitantly sent the recording to your company for them to edit and post to the public.  

How fun is it to know that your company in fact posted all 8 minutes of the video and now your social media is blowing up without any mercy. 

inwhich! you help lamine feel better after his recent tie to cabo verde.

frannytalks! i felt so bad for lamine last match, i’m hoping we can see more of him next game. i hope you enjoy this! please like, reblog, & comment if you’d like to be added to my l. yamal taglist!

summary: your boyfriend of 4years invite you over to get bored together.

warning(s): fluff, slight suggestive (kissing, neck kissing)

a/n: first time writing a fluff, lmk what you think!! And please send me req!!

english is not my first language so excuse any spelling errors!

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Lamine and you have been together for 4years now, since you both left highschool.

he was like your best friend and you were like his. You often went to his house just to be bored together

"we wont need reasons to see each other"

He’d always tell you. and so you went to his house almost every week if not every day and today was one of them.

lamine❤️: hey baby, wanna come over? Kenye miss you.

you: mh? kenye miss me? youre sure..

lamine❤️: okay I probably miss you too.. come over quick, so we get bored together amor.

you: okay will be there in 30minutes.

lamine❤️: hurry!

you liked his message and giggled at his messages and went to get ready. You got ready, light makeup, low waisted grey joggers and a white basic tank top, your hair down.

You knocked on his door and he took a little while to open, he was holding his little brother and his gaze softened when he saw that it was you.

"hi baby."

he kissed you and you leaned in to kiss his brother s forehead that was asleep in lamine s arm. he moved to the side for you to enter, so you did

"your mom isnt here?"

you said, putting your bag at the entrance as he went to lay down on his couch, his brother s eyes opening slightly before closing again.

"no she went to see my aunt or something."

You approached him and he patted his torso with his free hand. you went on his body and cuddled with him, you kissed his neck softly before opening your phone and he watched tik toks with you. The dance on bruno mars’s song « Last dance » came on your fyp, your eyes lights up.

"oh my gosh lets learn that dance baby!!"

you said looking up at him, his eyes softened and he nodded. You stood up immediately and so did he, he slowly put his brother on the couch, still asleep, you both did the dance and as you tried you stumbled on yamal’s joggers wich made you fall on him, he chuckled.

"falling for me again?"

you squinted your eyes at him.

"ah.. shut it yamal!"

he kissed you softly before looking at his brother trough the side of his eyes. You felt the kiss deepened as he made sure his brother was asleep, he gently pulled you against a wall.

"you look so pretty today amor.."

he said, his mouth trailing kisses that burnt your face until he was at your neck, he kissed and bit you there softly.

"lamine! your brother’s right here!"

you said chuckling, he kissed you one last time on the lips and grabbed your wrist softly.

"right sorry, but you look so pretty right now.."

he said walking you back to where you phone was.

"lets do that dance mh?"

he said as you fixed you hair, slightly disheleved from his sudden interest in your neck. You retried probably 5 times to get a perfect shot. you posted it on your private tik tok, your family and friends reacting to it. You went back to his couch and back to cuddles, even fell asleep on him, his arm over your back, tracing half moons on your backside. kenye fell alseep aswell and lamine too.

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lmk what are your thoughts about it!

WARNINGS: just fluff!! and reader brazilian.

mdynotes: i wrote this after brazil's defeat in the world cup, and initially I wasn't going to post it, but it ended up being quite nice to share! 🇧🇷

Lamine was training for a few extra hours today, but he promised to get there as soon as possible to watch the game with you.

And he managed to arrive 15 minutes before the game started.

This game was very important; if Brazil lost, they would have to go back home, and that made your heart tremble and ache inside.

Even though Spain was in the World Cup, he would still have cheered along with you. He's your boyfriend after all.

Time was passing very quickly, it was already the second half and your hopes were lost. It was 2-0 for Norway.

You with your obviously sad and disappointed expression, saw at the last minute the referee award a penalty to Brazil.

Your heart was practically leaping out of his chest, Neymar prepared for the goal and scored. But unfortunately, it was all for nothing; Brazil had been eliminated.

Your throat was ached from shouting so much; the game was over, and so was your joy.

Seeing your country eliminated in such a humiliating way was such a terrible feeling.

The atmosphere was tense, Lamine didn't know how to comfort you after all this, but he was already thinking of a thousand ways to cheer you up. He quickly turns off the TV, drawing your attention.

"mi amor" ("my love") He says, standing up quickly and going over to you to hold your hands. You remained silent the whole time, you didn't want to talk, you didn't feel like it.

"i can imagine how sad you must be right now, i'm so sorry." he says in his soft, comforting voice.

You swallow hard, feeling your throat burn.

"but let's do something to cheer you up, shall we?" he says, holding your hands firmly and forcefully lifting you up.

"i'm not really in the mood…" you say in a dejected tone, letting go of his hand.

"por favor, mi amor" ("please, my love.") He pleads softly while clasping his hands together and making a "please" gesture, which warms your heart.

You sigh "okay." trying to cheer yourself up.

"great!" he says with a broad smile.

The first thing he decided to do was order one of your favorite desserts.

While the order was being placed, he went to your room and chose two warm and comfortable pajamas (one of the tackiest ones you two had).

"are you really going to want to wear these pajamas?" you ask suspiciously, laughing at your boyfriend's face as he holds the hanger that holds the pajamas.

"¿no es obvio?" (isn't it obvious?) he says ironically, making you roll your eyes.

You both change clothes and you feel more cheerful while Lamine laughs in disbelief that he was actually wearing that.

"kenye would love these pajamas," you comment, chuckling softly.

"let's take a picture to show him later!" he says, grabbing his phone. He adjusts his phone to the best angle of the two of you (not that it was hard to find), and the photo turns out super cute with you both smiling in your matching pajamas.

"it turned out really good!" you say, looking at the photo.

"of course it did, with a girl as beautiful as you in it." he said, kissing your cheeks several times making you laugh softly.

"stop, it tickles, bebé!" You spoke while still laughing as he kissed your cheeks and stole a quick kiss.

"no pude contenerme" (i couldn't hold back). The doorbell rings, signifying that the desserts have arrived.

"i'll answer the door, can you choose a movie for us to watch?" he asks more as a suggestion than a request, quickly going to the door to receive the sweets.

You quickly sit down on the sofa and turn on the TV to choose a movie to watch. He quickly returns and sits down with the heavy bag.

"wow, that was quite a lot" you say.

"all to please you, babe" he says, giving you a quick peck. You laugh shyly and press play on the movie.

"people say this one is really good!" Lamine comments while tasting some of the cake.

"i hope so!" you say excitedly, choosing which dessert you're going to get.

However, you ended up falling asleep halfway through the end of the movie.

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."

A burning hatred 2/3 Lamine yamal fanfic

Warnings: Mentions of smut, drinking, smoking (i promise the actual smut is coming next chapter!!)

Tags: Enemies to lovers, drinking, reader is a nepo baby, slowburn, eventual smut, reader is stubborn, battle of the egos ahahahah, teasing, ulterior motives, mutual hatred, drunk sex, morning regret, same age,

7, 8, 9, 10, 11 shots? You honestly had no idea how much you drank.

The penthouse was a blur of flashing lights and loud Spanish music. They were the world cup winners, after all.

You were sitting at a table full of footballers, all from miscellaneous teams.

Rodri brought Haaland, who brought Jude Bellingham, who brought most of the Brits with him. Fair.

Gavi brought Kounndé with him, which led to half of the French team attending.. sure.

You also swore you recognized Julian Álvarez sitting across from you. The fuck was a VARgentina player doing here?

While Williams and Olmo set up the beer pong, you couldn’t help but glare at Lamine.

His hair was ruffled, like he played with it. His features looked, more defined. More dreamy than usual. His eyes were something you could get lost it; winners energy radiating off him.

Fuck, why did he have to look so good?

Nope nope nope, there was a reason you had to avoid him. Especially when you were drunk. Especially.

You wished you could disappear. Every stolen look you shot him felt particularly vexed. It was annoying how much you seemed to notice him now.

Your barricaded feeling came undone, no defenses unlike your sober self. Just distance myself and try to have a good time.

Easy right, right??

You had to step out, get some air. From this, from everything, from Lamine.

You didn’t want to deal with his pretty face, or annoying comments. Not when you were vulnerable.

“…I, neeed to step outtt, just a moment, okayy?”

You were stumbling off before you even finished your sentence. Just a quick smoke at the balcony. To get away from him.

You fumbled with the door, sweat slicking the handle.

You took a few steps, the rush of cool air hitting your face.

Finally.

As you turned the corner, you heard sounds, passionate ones.

The fuck? Who could possibly be on the balcony?

You impulsively turned the corner, only to see Haaland and Bellingham fervently making out. Yo, okay.. You didn’t know they swung that way.

“Get a fuckingg room and let me have a peaceful smoke. Scram.”

Both players immediately ran back off yo the party.

You actually couldn’t catch a break tonight. As the smoke immersed in your lungs, you felt a sense of ease. No A-list footballer celebrities to be careful around, and most importantly? Being far away from Lamine, for your own good.

You blew out a cloud of smoke, that lightheaded feeling and comforting smell of tobacco wrapping around you. You sat there for at least 20 minutes, wasting half of your packet and taking some shots from a now empty whiskey bottle.

You leaned against the wall, sitting down. You usually loved drinking. Your friends knew you were a connoisseur, but you also knew yourself too well.

🧠: “fuckk, I probably can’t even handle a conversation with him now.”

You couldn’t just tell him what was on your mind. When you were this wasted? Over sharing was all you did.

God, how you ached to tell him everything. How exactly you wanted to fuck him, dick him down. Have him mutter dirty Spanish in your ear as you finished.

Another 10 minutes passed. You were down to your last 4 cigarettes.. Fuck, you needed to stop stress smoking.

“one more won’t hurt.”

You mumbled to yourself, fumbling with the lighter.

“Bitchasss lighter won’t work-“

“Need help, Princesita?”

His low, provocative voice cut through the air. With his handsome face to distract you, suddenly the rules you made for yourself didn’t matter. Your face was flushed from the alcohol, but God, you felt your face getting 10 shades brighter.

“L-lamine? What do you actually actually actually need, ‘Assholita.’”

Your voice came out much less confident than you hoped for.

He sat down right next to you. If anyone could match how faded you were right now, it would be him. He fidgeted with his hands before reaching to your face, pulling the cigarette out of your mouth. He missed grabbing it a couple of times, accidentally hitting ur face.

“Ahh, señorita you know how bad smoking is for you?”

He grinned, taking a long inhale.

“Hypocrite much! Im not the fucking wonderkid of Spain.. Im not out there performing perfectly. I don’t need to watch my health.”

He chuckled hazily, choking on the cigarette smoke.

“Me, you think I, me, Lamine… Play perfectly. I am veryyyy flattered.”

You scoffed, adding on a silent.

“Well yeah..”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, looking good and playing football is the only thing you can do!”

He looked into your eyes, like really looked at your expression. You were slightly covering your face, but you didn’t look embarrassed. Interesting.

“Whatt, no control over your mouth when drunk, Princessa?”

“Stop talking to me before I admit how much I want you.”

The words rolled off your tongue. You didn’t even comprehend that you were, well, admitting it. You were just repeating the words your sober self thought.

On the other hand, his eyes lit up, smirk deepening further.

"Oh shittt, ahahah. You want me?"

You turned your head to face him. Confusion riddled your face, mixed with flutter.

"HUH?? When did I ever say that."

Then you realized.

"Ohhhhh fuckkkk.

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. Fuck, you knew you shouldnt have even kept a conversation with this motherfucker. Your face turned a new shade red. That was for sure.

"Yeah fuck you and your.. c-career! I knew I shouldnt have talked to you in the first place."

As you were about to run for your life and attempt to save your dignity, a firm hand kept you seated.

"Thats not the way I wanted you to use that word, but alright."

He smiled cheekily, slurring over every word. What word?? You were so clueless.

"Why the hurry señorita? We have all night."

You were starled, for sure. Wait did he want to see you embarass yourself? Or did he wanna.. Nevermind. Your voice came out pleading, almost embarrassed.

“Can you just fuck me already?”

“What have I been aiming for all night, Princessa?”

Author note: yo mb for the wait, ive been writing like deadass. smut will come soon sorry for edging all of u fellow gooners 😭😭 i listened to lil uzi while writing this lowkey no correlation but it helped me lock in ❤️

"That nigga too lame, he can't sit with us"

N4sty Tells!Lamine Yamal x BlackFem!reader: You and Josh have been going through and rough patch in your relationship, but your beauty and tongue catches the eye of a footballer at an event.

R3y info! Slight angst for Josh and Reader, Fluff, established interest.

Sidenote: This was a little rushed so I hope it's still good and also @ilostmywingz I saw their post about wanting Lamine yamal fics so here we are.

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙂𝘼𝙇𝘼 𝘽𝙐𝙕𝙕𝙀𝘿 as the people spoke openly. Today was a big opening for a new update to one the most famous fashion brands in Spain: Lastras de Marín everyone was there from all around the world for the opening. it was beautiful.

Lamine soon arrived with a few family and friends to the event, everyone came out the limbo dressed in fine black tie themed attire: it screamed elegancy. They gently walked through the crowd signing autographs and getting their photos taken by the hungry paparazzi, but soon made it inside with ease. Lamine let out a small sigh and continued to greet the other guests that soon came to speak to him.

"Buenas noches, señor, espero que esté disfrutando de esta hermosa noche a pesar de los paparazzi"(Good evening Sir, I hope you're enjoying this beautiful night aside from the paparazzi) he smiled shaking the man's hands and giving a gentle pat on the back. the conversation went by in a flash and soon everyone was sat down as they discussed the new product to the people willing to invest into working with them to promote it. Lamine's train of the thought soon failed him and his eyes started to wonder, they moved around the room a few rounds before landing on a woman that he couldn't imagine being real.

"puta mierda"(holy shit) he whispered causing Nico to look at him. "¿Qué, hermano?" he asked patting Lamine's arm and trying to follow his gaze.

"Mira, esa chica de allá es absolutamente impresionante. ¿Crees que tiene amigos para que puedas hacer de compañero para mí?" (Look, that girl over there she's absolutely stunning. do you think she has any friends so you can wing man for me?" he asked turning to look at Nico with deep desperation.

"¿Ella? ¿Estás tonto? Esa es la novia de Josh Acheampong"( Her? are you dumb that's Josh Acheampong's girlfriend) Nico quietly chuckled before turning back to the promotion of the project. Lamine groaned, but still had the will to talk to you, to see if you were promising, to see if that beauty goes beyond looks.

After the whole promotion presentation was over everyone made it the hall where the drinks, snacks and conversation was held. Lamine tapped his finger harshly against the glass clutched within his fingers. His eyes bolted from one section to another as he tried looking for the girl that capture his heart without even looking at him. and he need to find you soon. Nico soon walks next to him placing a hand on his shoulder noticing how tense he was.

"¿Todavía estás pensando en ella?"(still thinking about that girl?) he smirked giving his shoulder a squeeze before pulling away. "Cállate, no me distraigas, estoy tratando de encontrarla y no me estás ayudando"(Shut up, don't distract me I'm trying to find her and you're not helping) Lamine muttered through his braces glancing back at him. Nico bent forward in laugher. Lamine rolled his eyes and started walking off.

Nico coughed and went to follow him. "ella tiene una mejor amiga, ve por ella"(she has a bestfriend, go for her) "Nico, no quiero a su maldita mejor amiga, la quiero a ella. Ahora deja de distraerme a menos que quieras ser mi investigador de confianza"(Nico I don't want her fucking bestfriend, i want her. now stop distracting me unless you wanna be my right hand investigator).

"Y/n, you're making a big deal out of nothing. Grow up" Josh groaned while sipping at his drink and scrolling his phone. "You never want to do anything fun, we're in another country, the least we could do is take photos but nooo-you wanna be on your phone like its better than me being around" You sighed rubbing your forehead before straightening up your dress. Josh kissed his teeth making you roll her eyes and walk off to find your friend.

"what fucking fool does he take me for, I know he's been in that model's dms. I saw the notification. Stupid moron" You muttered while walking down the gala dodging anyone willing to talk to you. You didn't want to blow a fuse on them.

Minutes fly by and you soon find your best friend, Larina, speaking to one boy while another stood next to him.

" Ma putain de malchance"(just my fucking luck) you muttered sharply, before walking over.

Lamine looked up when he noticed someone moving in their direction and his heart stopped when he saw who it was.

Y/n stood beautifully, famous well known football reporter and small model on the side. Your hair stood out to him as his eyes trailed around your features, your eyes sharp like a hawk as if waiting at any moment to strike. Your body. Jesus Christ was it perfect. You had friendly smile but a toxic tongue.

"Larina what are you doing here, we got a photoshoot " You lied trying to grab her arm while Lamine watched you unconsciously. His eyes just couldn't leave you.

"I thought the photoshoots were later?" "No they're now, come on" You gently tugged on her arm before Nico cut in

"¿Estás seguro de que hay una sesión de fotos?"(are you really sure there's a photoshoot) he smirked turning his gaze to You.

" Yo no te estaba hablando a ti, si digo que hay, hay, no me "(. I wasn't talking to you, if I say there is, there is don't question me) You unconsciously spat.

Making Larina smack your arm.

"Perdona a mi mejor amiga, está un poco tensa en este momento."(Sorry about my best friend she's a little on edge at the moment) she said while gently waving her hands to show you meant no harm.

Lamine chuckled.

"you like being mean to people? Or is it a joke to seem scary?"he smirked leaning towards You, whose eyes narrowed at him.

"Si quieres decir algo, dilo."(If you wanna say something say it.) You crossed your arms and stepped forward to him making him chuckle softly and look down at you.

" Vamos a dar un paseo, creo que puedo animarte"( Let's go for a walk, I think I can cheer you up) He smiled and started walking off to the back garden.

" Misión cumplida, ¿ahora quieres tomar algo?" (Mission accomplished, now wanna get some drinks?) Nico nodded and followed swiftly after Larina.

The garden was beautiful. The fairy lights danced amongst the fresh green as if it was something out of a fairy tale. Your perfume filled Lamine's nose and Lamine's Cologne clouded yours. You walked silently to the small bench that sat under an arch of green.

A small gently huffed left Lamine's lips as he sat down.

"finally, peace and quiet" he said gently his accent standing strong on his tongue.

"why did you wanna bring me here?" "you look angry, you feel angry... thought this will make you happy" he said softly.

"I feel angry? Funny" You rolled your eyes and turned your gaze forward.

"so.... You are? "He asked turning his face to You.

"Y/n l/n, you?" "Lamine yamal" "I know that, your team speaks fondly of you in my interviews" "ah thank you, thank you" a small shy smile cracked onto his face revealing his braces. He looked cute.

"so why were you angry?"he asked softly turning his body towards you, your knees gently brushing against each other before you locked eyes for one second. You looked back at the greenery for a bit.

"it's my boyfriend. It's just. Fuck. He's-"You paused unable to communicate as your mind blurred with anger and hint of sadness.

"I think he's cheating on me. I know he is. He is. But I don't get why, I mean I'm not bad or bad looking. Maybe cus of how I am personality wise" Lamine eyes gently traced your face as if trying to read your emotions from the way your lips moved.

"so he's bad for you?" he asked, You nodded but kept yours eyes on the greenery, you felt like tears were stabbing at your eyes begging to be released, but you kept them caged.

"maybe it's because I'm too mean. Too rude. Too sharp in the tongue, ugh why am I telling you this? We just met, forget it. I'm sorry"

"What. No it's fine" "No it's not" "Y/n-" "Just shut up for second okay" Your voice cracked as you stood up. Lamine's face gently fell but not because of what you said but how you were holding back something that pained you.

Lamine stood up and gently moved closer to you.

" Aguantarse, es estúpido, vamos. Llora Y/n, llora"( Holding it in, is stupid come on. Cry Y/n, Cry) He said before gently turning you to him and hugging you tightly.

You complained and tried pulling away from him but you tears soon broke free and streamed down your face as you let go. The both of you lowered to the soft grass as Your eyes flooded with emotional relief.

Lamine's hands rubbed and traced patterns on your back gently humming something soft to ease you down. After a bit sniffles broke through the silence and You slowly pulled back. Your eyes were puffy but you looked more beautiful than anything Lamine's ever seen.

"Feeling better? "He asked softly your eyes steadily turned to him and you smiled softly with a light nod.

"thank you" "no problem I'll text my driver to come pick us up early and he'll drop you off at your place or hotel or what ever" Lamine smiled gently wiping the tears from your cheek then cupped your face for a bit. His eyes were stuck on your face making Your cheeks heat up.

"I'm not your phone screen, stop staring," you joked before pulling away. He chuckled and got out his phone to text his driver. You laid on the grass as you waited- talking about random stuff and finished off with sitting in silence. His heart was thumping at his chest like a beast awaiting attention while your heart fluttered gently.

Something was growing slowly between you two.

After an hour the driver arrived. You and Lamine snuck from behind and got in. Lamine told the driver where to go and You told the driver the hotel you'll be at.

You played mini games together. Laughter and comfort warmed up the car as You played. It felt better than what You and Josh had.

When You guys reached Your hotel, Lamine walked with you inside to check into your room and help you since he didn't want you being alone for a bit.

"this isn't the hotel I booked with Josh. I turned off my location and told my manager and mom that I'll be safe and sent them the address of the hotel but told them not to tell Josh while we were waiting for your driver. I need space from him."

"no you need to end it with him" Lamine corrected turning his eyes to You as you walked into the elevator.

"give me your phone, please" he said softly holding out his hand.

Your lightly raised a brow but gave him your phone. He typed for a while making you lean to check what he was doing.

He was adding his socials, and even his phone number into your phone. You giggled and went back to waiting.

Once he finished he placed your phone back into your hands but you didn't turn it on. You didn't want to distract yourself with it when you had a comforting presence near you.

He walked with you to the door of your room and paused by the door.

"I can't stay long, but Fue una noche genial para conocerte, deberíamos salir juntos alguna vez, quiero conocerte más" (I had a really great night getting to know you, we should hang out together sometime, I wanna get to know you more) he smiled and leaned in, giving your cheek a gentle goodbye kiss.

You smiled softly

" Avísame cuando estés libre, planearemos alrededor de eso"(Text me when you're free, we'll plan around that)

" Duerme bien Y/n, te enviaré un mensaje por la mañana."(Sleep well Y/n, I'll text you in the morning)

" Duerme bien, Lamine, te veo por la mañana, no me hagas esperar"(Sleep well, Lamine, see you in the morning, don't leave me waiting) You said teasingly before going inside.

Once your door closed, Lamine jumped in celebration before jogging down to the elevator.

He spam texted Nico about what happened between you and him with a grin on his face.

𝖨𝖬𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾 💬

𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗼: You're online, where the hell are you.

𝗟𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲: I took Y/n to the hotel after we hung out. I kissed her cheek and she didn't mind it.

𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗼: YOU KISSED HER CHEEK???

𝗟𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲: I know I know. I'll tell you at the hotel.

Once Lamine got back home and told Nico everything. And soon told his mom everyone soon got excited at the fact Lamine had a new crush, but he brushed it off as just regular attraction. Nothing romantic.

Or was it?

Morning soon came and the birds sang their songs outside of Lamine's window. He groaned when his alarm went off and threw his pillow at it. He forgot that alarm was his phone. When realization hit him his snapped open and bolted out of bed to get it.

"Mierda, espera, olvídalo, está bien" (Fuck, wait never mind it's fine) he sighed in relief and texted You good morning at lightening speed. He decided to get ready for the day.

After a shower and changing Montage he stood by the mirror fixing his hair while singing a song that blasted from his speakers. An idea popped into his head and he quickly texted his driver to wait for him outside his hotel to run a little earn with him and make a pit stop.

He rushed down and climbed into the car with heavyweight excitement holding him from bouncing place to place in the car. First he got a bouquet of Lillies, a teddy bear and more. After a bit of running around he arranged a gift basket in the car and then asked the driver to take him to your hotel.

He texted Nico Along the way. His legs bounced gently as he thought about what to say when first saw you, he soon lost time was parked in front of your hotel.

" Será mejor que no la cagueI"(I better not fuck this up) he muttered before getting out of the car and heading inside.

He told the receptionist he's a friend of the woman in the room and showed proof and when she let him he quickly went up to the elevator.

On his way up he gently spoke to himself saying things to himself that he would like to say to you.

The doors soon slid open and he walked out, clutching the basket with his left hand while the right fixed his hair and lowered to dust his clothes. Even though there was no dust.

He knocked 3 times on your door before hearing a soft voice call out " Un segundo"(One second) before opening.

You stood in a cute backless summer dress with a bare face that made you seem better than you were last night, Your hair was laid in whatever style you chose to relax yourself in this morning. His lips quivered when his eyes noticed the small smirk on your face.

"you're here" you smiled softly.

" Te traje esto, un regalo de buenos días"(I got you this, a good morning gift) he said softly holding it out.

Your eyes widened and a grin broke onto your face.

"I was uhh thinking I'm free I Hope you're free and we could go out on like a hangout"

"just the two of 𝗨𝘀" he said softly.

Your quickly leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"Me encantaría eso"(I'd love that) "don't get too cocky though, I'm not that easy to get" You playfully snapped

" Me encantan los desafíos"(I love challenges) he smirked.