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[vicolette]

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐞𝐭 !

– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, uses of y/n & pet names, storms, not proofread

"Already?"

"Yes, already." You replied to his whiny complaints, his arms tightening their hold around your waist as Marc pulled you closer and didn’t let you stray away from him just yet. It has been a while since you had last seen each other, and now you had to go.

In Marc's mind, he thought that you needed to go, because you simply couldn’t resist his charm and attraction – which was exaggerated, but the truth. In his mind.

"Not yet…" He repeated for the thousandth time, which was also exaggerated, but you had never experienced Marc being such a clingy person. Sure, he liked physical touch and occasionally hugged you without any reason, but now?

Now, Marc had you caged within his arms and had a tight grip on you, his face hidden in your shoulder as his chest was pressed against your back. He didn’t care if it was too late, probably around ten in the evening, or if your parents wanted you home.

You felt safe in his arms. He felt safe with you in his arms.

"Just a little bit longer, then my father can drive you back." Before you could reply and argue back, saying that you didn’t want to disturb his parents this late, you heard something happen.

All of a sudden, a thunderstorm was audible from outside, followed by another one, which was much louder.

Marc had seen the prediction of the weather early in the morning today, so he wasn’t so surprised, even if he hadn’t thought that it would have been this bad. Meanwhile, your fear of storms made your heart race faster by each passing second, looking at his window before a lightning appeared.

As you squirmed and moved within his arms, Marc looked down at you and raised an eyebrow at how afraid you seemed, thinking that it was just pure shock from the moment. However, when you kept your face hidden from everything and pulled him closer, his eyebrows furrowed.

He gave it some time to let you talk, to tell him if you needed something or if you were truly scared. When you had yet to responded to him, Marc gave it some thought as to whether or not he should be allowed to still force you stay in his arms.

He quickly got an answer when he had tried to unwrap his arms around your waist, only for you to pull him closer – or yourself – impossibly near him. Marc seemed surprised, with a raised eyebrow and his lips slightly agape, yet no words left from his mouth.

Silence stretched over the room, if you excluded the noise from outside of the storm happening, until you finally spoke up. "… are you scared?"

"Me?" Marc laid down in a more comfortable position, which was to just lay on the mattress on his back and have you on top of him, slowly stroking your lower back with his fingertips. "Nah, not really."

A few seconds passed, and when he saw that you were only getting more anxious by the minute, Marc decided that enough was enough. "But I was as a kid."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Like, really scared." Empathizing the word 'really', Marc started to tell you a story about how he had always clung to his mother whenever there was bad weather, even reminding himself of the time when he couldn’t go back home due to an extreme weather and then had to sleep over at his cousin’s house, which was the only good thing about that.

Over time, you slowly loosened your grip on his shirt and listened throughout his speech, even if you eventually heard a few more lightnings and hugged him tightly.

"You're scared, aren’t you?" The question made you tense up, having thought that you were perfectly hiding it away from him. He merely rolled his eyes at you, amused by the foolishness of the situation. "Please, you’re literally trembling."

"Oh, shut up!" You yelled and immediately regretted it, hoping that his parents weren’t bothered by the volume of your words. However if that was what awakened them instead of the thunderstorms, then Marc didn’t know how it was possible.

Then, as you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and also felt Marc reach out for it with a wide grin, you flicked his forehead and watched as he read a message, yet wasn’t able to when you suddenly grabbed it back.

As you felt your body tremble once again due to the lightnings, you saw that it was a notification from your mother, reading it before you gasped in surprise. "Oh my- I can stay over!"

"Yeah? Let’s go!" Marc pumped his fist into the air, watching as you giggled at how ridiculous he looked beneath you. Nonetheless, it was sweet to see how much you trusted him, even though he had lied about his previous fear of storms and the story was also completely made up, yet he kept it both a lie and a secret.

With his arms now once again circling your hips, Marc pressed a soft kiss on your forehead and threw his head back, just barely managing to hear the sound of your yawn, knowing how late it was and how exhausted you must be, even if your adrenaline is too high to sleep.

"Dream about me, alright?"

You gave him a look, rolled your eyes and snuggled closer, slowly shaking your head at your boyfriend's weird request – as if you could fall asleep now.

"Nope."

– A/N : the moment he’s gonna play again we WILL be there‼️‼️ also there was a storm yesterday and I thought it hit my house🌚

[vicolette]

Hi honey! Do you know Sané and if so, would you consider writing for him?

Leroy Sané from Bayern? Idk if it would be accurate, but you could leave a request and I will try to make it good by just reading some other posts about him and watch a few games😭

All in all, I would consider writing for him, but it would probably not be up to my/your standards, sorry!

[vicolette]

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 !

– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, uses of y/n & pet names, not proofread.

The beginning of summer had always been something special to you – the way you would wake up to birds chirping in the early hours of the morning, the way the sun would burn your skin if you forgot to apply sun screen on your body, or the way everyone seemed to be a bit more lively.

Everyone, except Alejandro.

Your oh so clueless boyfriend had agreed to a date near the beach, the original plan having been eating at one of your favorite restaurants and then walking throughout the streets of Barcelona. It sounded like a dream, it seemed like a dream, and it definitely was a dream.

If you haven't underestimated his pace and stamina. Because now, as your feet ached with your high heels still on, you could only fake a cough in order to hide the fact that you were awaiting air to enter your lungs. "Wow, you're… really fast."

"Of course I am." He sounded as if he took offense to it, to the fact that you had complimented him as if he wasn’t a professional footballer himself. However, you both knew that it was his way of joking, considering the way his lips turned upwards in satisfaction.

It was silent for a moment, the fresh breeze occasionally blowing from the side as you thanked the weather for being just a bit cooler than the predictions had been in the weather forecast app. Then, as you widened your eyes to look properly, you saw Alejandro staying in his position. "You aren’t, though."

A beat of silence passed as you raised an eyebrow in feigned confusion, struggling to maintain your composure as you awkwardly smiled at him. "What do you mean? I'm faster than you."

"Faster?!" Alejandro almost yelled out as he mockingly grinned at you, gesturing towards a traffic light before he patted your shoulder. "Whoever gets there first, is faster." Just as you were about to start running, not wanting to hurt your ego, he spoke up again.

"See you soon." And with that, he quite literally sprinted off to the traffic light like a child.

You followed soon after, yet running in high heels and with no oxygen in your lungs made it harder for you than it was for him, which he soon realized. Before you could even get to the traffic light, Alejandro approached with quick steps and held his arms out for you, his eyes lingering on your shoes in concern.

"Seriously?" A sigh of disbelief left from his mouth as he shook his head, pressing his tongue against his cheek while he was in deep thoughts. With a hand on your hip and the other one on your shoulder, Alejandro pulled you closer and bent his knees a bit, his arms wrapping around your thighs and shoulders as he held you in his arms. "Stupid."

"Wha- we're in public!" You whisper-yelled at him as you tried to wriggle out of his grasp, seeing how he was content with you in his hold like he was born to carry you like a princess. One look around and Alejandro could immediately tell that nobody else was there, letting out a huff in sarcasm.

"Nah, nobody’s here." Even so, the quiet sounds of the waves crashing against the huge rocks made you tense up, always thinking that someone was there whenever a bird chirped too loudly.

Nonetheless, it didn’t take him long to get into a semi-crowded place, letting your feet finally touch the ground as you instantly felt the pain in your ankles. However, Alejandro had assumed that you were still injured and walked at a slow pace, taking his time to let you recover.

"This is embarrassing." He raised an eyebrow as you couldn’t even comprehend the fact that you were hurt, already seeing a purple bruise form on the back of your ankles.

"It’s embarrassing for you. It’s normal for me, and anyone else." Alejandro remarked, before he snickered and corrected himself in a nerdy tone of voice. "It’s worrying for me and anyone else."

"Oh, shut up, will you?" As soon as your gaze landed on his car, however, was when you beamed in excitement and sighed in relief, a familiar smile finally gracing your face. Alejandro could merely smile back, even if your smile wasn’t meant for him.

"Let's go home, baby." He said in a quiet tone as he grabbed your wrist and started to drag you to the direction of his car in the parking lot, before realizing that it was probably only worsening the pain and stopped walking too fast. "Sorry."

"I'm not a baby, by the way." You rolled your eyes at his nickname, fully aware of the heat creeping up on your cheeks, all while Alejandro just shrugged his shoulders.

He didn’t need you to deny it, to deny the fact that you were, indeed, his baby, even if it meant having to act like your babysitter just because you couldn’t bother to tell him you were hurt, solely to save your fragile ego.

"Uh huh, for sure."

– A/N : happy summer everyone☀️☀️

[vicolette]

I am Amir, a child, and my situation is like that of everyone who has lost what they own in Gaza. I have lost hope and ambition to complete the happiness of my family of five. The situation is difficult. We have been displaced several times, and we are now in a tent in northern Gaza, struggling to obtain the most basic necessities of life. We were displaced from our home in northern Gaza, and we lost many of our family members and friends. Please help us get a new chance to live and buy my toys that I was deprived of due to the bombing

[vicolette]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 !

– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, uses of y/n & pet names, pda, not proofread,

"Darling, come on…"

Publicly displaying affection to your lover has never been something that you liked, rather preferring to kiss his whole face in the safety of your house in private. It wasn’t the worst, but you certainly didn’t like it.

Much to your dismay, you have fallen in love with Pau Cubarsí – the sweetest boy that you had ever met, who would hold the door open for you and always search for your eyes in a room full of people.

It came with its advantages, like having similar interests or always glancing at each other whenever something sounded odd. Disadvantages were also there, which you wouldn’t have thought were so bad.

They were.

It started of small, like Pau being too shy to hold your hands in public until you finally took the hint and grabbed his hand like it was nothing, having turned your head around to avoid his gaze. While you rather just listened and were big on words of affirmation and acts of service, Pau was a huge fan of physical touch and gifts.

It also wasn’t necessarily bad, since you quite enjoyed him hanging on your every word and getting you a little gift based off of your likings. However, physical touch was something that you absolutely loathed, more specifically in public. The sight of couples kissing and hugging wasn’t a problem, but it was the thought of you doing so that made your stomach turn.

"Let go of me, Pau." Just by hearing your tone of voice, did the said person know that you were dead serious about this, his frown only growing as he tried to get your hand. The only boundary that he was allowed to cross – holding your hand, nothing else.

The busy streets of Barcelona solely worsened your mood as you struggled to make your way back to your car as easy as possible, and it was only because of him.

Him, who couldn’t resist trying to pull you into a teddy bear tight hug. Him, who was the clingiest boyfriend that you had ever met. Him, who loved you unconditionally and a bit more than you'd thought.

"Please, Y/n." As you finally saw your car from afar, you searched for your keys and noticed that they weren’t in your bag, before hearing a sound of keys clicking behind you. As you turned your head around and saw your desired car keys in his hand, you could merely scoff before trying to get them back.

"Baby, Pau-" The nickname made you almost vomit, keeping your attitude up. "Y'know I love you, right?"

It seemed to have gotten his focus, as Pau hummed with an almost surprised expression, stepping forward as his chest hit your back. The action made you roll your eyes, seeing how the parking lot was filled with cars, yet empty of people. "I love you too."

"Really?"

"Yeah." You almost felt bad when you had asked that. Key word: almost.

"Then you wouldn’t mind giving me my keys back, right? After all, they’re mine." To see his expression fall off was one of the most comedic things ever, having to stifle your laughter by biting your lower lip. However, it was you who got irritated when he shook his head, looking at him up and down in the most obvious was to make your point clear.

"And why not?"

"Because…" Pau thought for a while, even having the audacity to place a finger on his chin to make it obvious just like you, before a grin grew on his face. "Actually, you can have it back, under one condition!"

Oh no.

As you only furrowed your eyebrows before nodding, awaiting for him to continue, Pau smirked and grabbed your hand, twirling you around so that you were completely face to face with him.

"One kiss, and I won’t kiss you in the car while driving." His one condition made you feel the slightest bit appreciated, since he was dead serious about his love languages, even if you felt manipulated.

"That’s it? Nothing else?" As you said it just to make sure, Pau nodded his head with an expression of approval. Although he looked cute, as always, you had to be quick and quiet.

So, as you stepped closer and placed a hand on his cheek to bring him closer to your face, your lips merely brushed against his for a second, before he held your neck and pulled you closer. It was a bit uncomfortable, to be completely honest, yet it wasn’t the worst.

Well, until you suddenly heard a middle-aged man yelled out that this was inappropriate, making you touch him by his chest and try to push Pau away. However, he didn’t even budge for a while, before snapping out of it as he stayed silent, the screams of the stranger still audible.

All of a sudden, footsteps were heard as Pau grabbed your wrist and dragged you back to your car, having to calm himself down before quietly chuckling and then full-on laughing, even throwing his head back.

"Hey, wait!" The guy said before running, seeing how the both of had already made it inside your car, with you quickly opening the door to the passenger’s seat and Pau had started the car. Not long after, you two made it out safely of the parking lot – even if just barely, yet you managed it.

Inside the safety of the car, Pau could only laugh as he felt some tears of relief brim his eyes, wiping them away while driving with only one hand. Meanwhile, you solely touched your lips – where Pau's lips had been – and felt your stomach tingle.

"I hate you." As he held onto the grab handle and shook his head, Pau looked at you from the corner of his eye, seeing how you were facing the window. With one hand letting go and hold onto the wheel and the other moving to your thigh, he gave it a squeeze before speaking up.

"You love my kisses, though."

– A/N : i love loredana

[vicolette]

𝐅𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 !

– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, uses of y/n, passing out/being sick, angst with comfort, not proofread

"You’re gonna get me fired."

Lamine couldn’t comprehend whatever you were saying – heck, he couldn’t even comprehend what was happening or why it was happening or how it was happening.

One thing he knew though, and that was, that he felt sick to his stomach.

His vision was blurry and, from what he could muster out were his teammates, they were anxious to the core. His heartbeat was rapidly beating as Lamine took in a deep breath, only to cough and move to lay on his side.

"Bro, you good?!" Alejandro yelled out as he handed you his bottle of water, yet your hands were still checking his pulse and then his forehead. Soon enough, you merely raised your eyebrows before looking at Lamine, furrowing them in disapproval.

"You’re not playing the next game." This one statement made him scoff as he tried to sit up, only for Pedri to tell him to stay calm and wait for the coach to return, the training field turning into a chaos.

Cubarsí paced around while trying to calm both himself and Gavi down, while Aurajo could only stare at Kounde, who had his face hidden in his hands. Everyone else was either trying to find out what was wrong, or too shocked to even be mentioned.

"I so am." Lamine said with a frown on his face, watching as you clicked your tongue after grabbing his leg and checking out his physical condition. Kounde had accidentally tackled him too hard during training and in the midst of apologizing, he fell to the ground.

Now, the problem at hand should have been his calf muscles, which were the ones where he experienced most pain whenever you pressed on it a bit too hard. However, it didn’t take a genius to notice how red his face was, helping you come to a conclusion.

Lamine had a fever.

"Nope." Your words were teasing, mocking, as you bitterly smiled at him and patted his shoulder, making him scoff. He didn’t like to be ridiculed, especially not by you – someone, who always had a say in every single aspect of FC Barcelona players.

Well, not every single aspect, but you were the daughter of one of the doctors and also had the very same smart brain, yet it seemed like you had gotten the playful side from your mother. It made Lamine throw his head back and pant for air, wanting to get over with this and stop the pain.

He felt dizzy and could barely even speak, much less move as he stared at you dead in the eye and hoped for something to happen. Anything. But he could only hear his teammates getting louder.

"Alright, I'm gonna need you to tell me where it hurts the most, understood?" Lamine heard less than half of whatever you had just said, yet had an idea and nodded his head, making you wonder if he seriously understood you. Nonetheless, your hand slid from his thigh to his knee, down to his ankle as you repeatedly pressed your fingers against specific places.

Lamine could only choke on his own saliva, barely managing to stay in place as he stared at the sky. A moment of silence passed by before you held onto his calf, making him nod and try to wiggle out of your grip.

"Lamine, stay calm." It made no sense to say that as you stood up and looked down at him, feeling a bit disgusted by how sweaty he was. However, it was completely normal and understandable, even if it looked weird with his blonde bleached hair.

Taking a step closer to his chest, you sat back down on the green grass and watched as he could barely move his head, pondering whether or not you could do anything else. You weren’t allowed to examine him without permission of your father, so you weren’t even allowed to check or patch him up, since this wasn’t your job.

"Pedri." The said person immediately came for assistance, his own hands almost dripping with sweat from feeling anxious. You tilted your head to look over your shoulder, glancing at Alejandro before speaking up again. "And Alejandro, get a doctor and Flick."

In an instant, they rushed off and split up to get both of them as soon as possible, whereas you looked back at Lamine. If you couldn't afford physical protection, then the least that you could do was help him mentally recover.

With a gentle touch on his cheek, you slowly rubbed your thumb over his cheek and by accident touched his nose, slightly cracking a smile before you apologized. "Sorry, wasn’t my intention."

Lamine could only swallow a few times while staring at you, his fingers aching as he tapped your knee to get your attention, making you look at his hand. Just by the gesture alone did you know that he wanted you to hold his hand, allowing yourself to make a mocking 'awww' sound before interlocking your fingers.

However, Lamine didn’t mind it as he panted for air to enter his lungs, his tousled hair damp at this point, his complexion ill and feverish. In all honesty, he felt like fainting at the moment, yet he remained calm and conscious.

"I like this."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

And after that, Lamine was completely silent as his eyelids grew heavier, slowly falling into the arms of Morpheus. Once he was out cold, your father had finally arrived, yet Flick was yet to be found.

"What happened?" He had said, kneeling down to an already passed out Lamine as he firstly checked his pulse and then forehead, while you just watched. If you were to follow into your father's footsteps, then you could always help Lamine whenever he was overworked, just like now.

You could solely raise an eyebrow as Lamine still held onto your hand, knowing how your father was getting more confused by each passing second, yet you just shrugged your shoulders and smiled at him.

"He's having a fever dream."

– A/N : I fear I love to write his blonde bleached hair😝😝

[vicolette]

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 !!

– Warnings: English isn’t my first language, uses of y/n, not proofread.

"You eat like a starved man, bro."

Hector stopped eating for a split second as his eyes darted to meet the ones of Lamine, who had just made that remark with a wide grin on his face and his eyes shining in mischief. They both were out with a few friends, having thought that it would be a great idea.

Well, if he could ignore the fact that you were right beside him of all people, then it might have been as casual as a normal Saturday afternoon hang out for lunch could possibly be – Pau chatting his sister in an attempt to get her to pick him up, Alejandro making the most ridiculous jokes of all time, and last but not least, Lamine glancing at him in pure excitement.

Because only this idiot knew about Hector's crush on you. How he had found it out? He didn’t know, but he hoped that it wasn’t obvious to you at the very least.

Well, it seemed like you were peacefully enjoying your food while some mutual friends were blabbering nonsense about anything and everything. Your thigh was just slightly brushing against his, and he swore that he felt like death itself could get him and he wouldn’t regret a thing.

Until he finished his food. The expression of surprise on your face wasn’t easy to miss, much less for a guy like Hector, who paid attention to your every move. You took a look at it, and then furrowed your eyebrows.

After that, Alejandro suddenly got his attention and showed something so unfunny on his phone, that it somehow made it funny, making Hector shake his head while he let out a small chuckle.

The following next minutes were spent with Hector picking at the little leftovers from his lunch, mindlessly scrolling through his TikTok feed while his ears were actually halfway listening to Pau rant about how cute this animal was that he had seen. Then, Lamine suggested the game truth or dare, with his first victim being Hector.

Great.

"So! Truth…" As he interlocked his fingers and made a dramatic pause, Hector could only hope that he wasn’t about to make him confess his love for you out loud. "… or dare?"

"Dare." A whistle was heard as he gave one of your friends a mere glance, wondering just why some random guy had to tag along with you.

"Collect the trash." They didn’t even know each other, and this stranger was daring to tell him what he should do? He was about to say something insulting in response, when you abruptly interrupted him by accident.

"Hey, don’t say that!" As you quietly scolded him for randomly saying that, instead of letting Lamine give him a dare, Hector stood up and took everyone’s finished meals. Alejandro quickly wiped his mouth with a tissue before tossing it on his plate, Pau thanking him, and Lamine giving him the 'I know why you did that' stare.

As he took the rubbish of that weirdo, Hector gave him a glare before turning to your direction, a sheepish smile on his face as he shrugged it off, when he suddenly saw your plate.

You still had some food left to eat, so Hector didn’t say anything except for you to enjoy it and walking over to bring it away. In the way there, he checked the time to see that it was slowly getting late and that they still had some plans to do before parting ways, so he wondered how long it would take you to finish it.

Just as he had returned, his attention shifted from you to that guy again, seeing how he was ready to leave already and was on his way to the exit. Meanwhile, your mutual friends just stayed and tried to persuade him to come back, since you hadn’t finished yet.

As Hector sat back down on his seat and stared down at your plate, seeing how you couldn’t eat that fast enough to please him, he shrugged his shoulders and looked at Lamine, who was still stressing over that random.

It seemed like no one really liked him. At least not much, since you somewhat had the audacity to bring him with you.

"You can go." All of a sudden, Hector snapped as he stared daggers at him, his eyes narrowed while Pau quite literally tensed up at his tone of voice. It so clearly meant that he wasn’t going to deal with people like him – impatient, bossy, irritating ones.

Meanwhile, you were trying to get everything inside your stomach without eating too fast, wanting to enjoy your food without being pressured to eat too much all at once. With an assuring hand on your shoulder, Hector leaned in and whispered into your ear. "Forget about that rat, eat slowly."

Before you could even say anything, he sat normally with a straight back and raised an eyebrow that the stranger, seeing how he finally left after a short while of complicating whether or not he should stay. Lamine pumped his fist into the air, with Alejandro beside him snickering at his actions before turning to you. "Why did you even bring him with you?"

You could finally calm down and nervously play around with your food, thinking for a while about what to say. "He didn’t want to be alone, so he just came with me."

"No asking or anything?" Alejandro questioned with a loud gasp. Seeing how you shook your head only made him raise an eyebrow and look at you up and down, while Lamine stared at Hector for a while before glancing at your direction, wiggling his eyebrows with joy.

If he could, Hector would have punched him in the face.

Instead, he didn’t bother to listen to Pau talk about how the music taste could genuinely affect a couple’s relationships, and watched as you silently continued to eat in a rush, nudging your elbow.

He hated himself a little for acting so rude, cursing under your breath before he saw how you looked at him, offering some food in thanks for standing up for him. Hector could only shake his head, leaning in once again as his words sent shivers down your spine.

"Take your sweet time."

– A/N : do we fw the new theme or nah

[vicolette]

Hi, so, I lowkey wanna change my aesthetic bc I'm getting bored of this one, so pls don't be surprised when I upload smth tonight and it looks different

Even if I love this color and shades and stuff, my original idea (so before I even posted things) was just to go with navy blue or black/white. Idk why I even ended up with this, but it's lowkey getting boring😶

So! Let's just say that I will change it tonight and see how yall like it (pls honest opinion)

[vicolette]

I love your art omg

:D

[vicolette]

Photographing Lovers !

– A/N : "luck doesn’t exist, our style does" is so tuff

– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, uses of y/n, favoritism, not proofread

"Aright, ready?"

Pau wasn’t one to fall in love with things or people fast – that was obvious enough when he firstly starts binge watching a series a few years after everyone had talked about it. Or when he didn’t have the same feelings for a girl, only to find himself enamored with her when she already got a boyfriend.

So whatever this is, is weird.

Well, standing in front of a camera is nothing new for Pau, as he had done it thousands of times. And even if Modelling wasn’t his strength, his teammates had persuaded him that he was doing a good job.

Until you arrived.

You were the photographer and extremely bossy, almost always shaking your head whenever the other Pau, Pau Victor, slightly moved to the other side, or how you let out a huff when Hector was casually standing instead of with emotions.

"We're attracting others, Hector!" You said at some point as you did some silly gestures with your hands to emphasize your words, he could solely turn his head and secretly roll his eyes, which almost made Marc Casado laugh. "You can’t just seem unbothered – use your face!"

The hoodie made Cubarsi sweat, slightly pulling on it to feel better and get some air inside his lungs. However, he doubted that it was due to the weather and only because of you, even if it wasn’t meant in a bad way.

Because, even if Pau would pretty much rather admit that he sucked at learning new languages than say this, his heart skipped a beat whenever you glanced at him. You seemed neutral about him, bored, and he didn’t like that.

He wanted a good first impression. He wanted to be better than all of the others in the room. He wanted-

"Cubarsi?" The said boy tensed up when you had called him out, making Hector beside him cackle at how flustered he was. He already knew what was going inside the other's head – it was easy to tell.

As he brushed his arm against the one of a defeated Marc Casado, he awkwardly stood in the middle of the photoshoot and didn’t what to do. His cluelessness already had a negative impact on you, and he didn’t like that.

The hoodie felt heavy on his shoulders as he watched you put your hands in your pockets for demonstration, immediately following after your position and turning to the side with a confused expression on his face.

"No, wait-" In an instant, Pau returned to facing you, when you suddenly realized that he was a little genius. "Do that again."

As he did like he was told to do, Pau secretly enjoyed how you quickly nodded your head and gave him a thumbs up, before taking a few quick pictures. The light slightly hurt his eyes, yet the proud grin that he sent to his teammates was healing.

They were… shocked, to say the least. With Hector having raised his eyebrow, Marc's jaw dropping, and Victor's frown more than just obvious.

"Something’s missing." This definitely took him by surprise as Cubarsi looked back at you and felt his heart race, thinking that he had made a mistake. Meanwhile, you noticed that he had rather soft features and – though he looked kind of cute – this wasn't the concept. It was supposed to look easy, cool, something to attract teenagers and young adults.

Once you tapped on your chin and felt something, you noticed that you had yet to take the lollipop out of your mouth, glancing at one of the staff members. "Do you have lollipops?"

They seemed rather surprised, but one was quick to go to work and search pretty much everywhere for lollipops, when you then realized that you had a package of them inside your bag. Turning back around to come face to face with Pau, you flashed your teeth and smiled at him, before returning to your nonchalant façade. "Do you also have to wear something else?"

"Uh- the shirt with Johan on the back of it..." You gave him a nod in acknowledgement and then left him alone, grabbing your bag and looking around before you found it. Taking the package out, you handed it over to him in an attempt to get him to take one.

While you seemed normal about this, Pau had the opinion that you rather threw it at him, before taking one out hesitantly and unwrapping the wrapper. It was the flavor Cola – not his favorite, but he just took one.

"I also like that one." You nodded your head in agreement to his choice of picking one out, while he just nervously chuckled and glanced at his teammates.

"I mean, no, not really."

"No?" Tilting your head to the side, Pau felt hid cheeks heat up and looking between you and Hector, who could just barely only stifle his laugh. "Then pick another one."

He paused for a second, his brain not functioning as he had to process your words, before holding up the lollipop of Cola flavor that he had picked out. "And this one?"

"I don’t know, give it to them." You pointed out his teammates with your thumb, as if the gesture was anything but special. The way that you had insisted he would pick out his favorite flavor was endearing and, dare he say, made his heart rate go higher.

Nonetheless, Pau quickly walked over to toss them the package and gave them the candy, which Marc gratefully took into his hands, before taking his favorite candy and returning to his place. Stuffing it inside his mouth, he tried to seem as calm as possible.

Hector only snickered once, which made everyone look at him, but it didn’t take long until the photoshoot was over and you dismissed them.

On the way back, you nudged Pau with your elbow and slightly cracked your lollipop to eat some bits, seeing how he looked even more relaxed while eating sweets, as if he had a sweet tooth.

"Which one did you choose?" Confusion spread over his face before he realized what you meant, mumbling something along the lines of "strawberry" with the candy still in his mouth. You merely looked at him up and down, raising an eyebrow before responding in a playful manner.

"Ew, cola better."

"Huh? No, it’s not!"

– A/N : took a nap and had to speed write this sorry…

[vicolette]

Ok so regarding the spanish imo he learned his speech well but i doubt he could hold a full convo in spanish yet.

This is what I thought. After listening to it for a second time, I honestly think he just rehearsed the words and said them by heart (if this makes sense😭)

[vicolette]

Or maybe I'm just horrible in spanish... but oh well

I've been learning spanish for almost 3 years now and I can guarantee that I have NEVER heard a person speak with the fluency of Spanish like Trent

That was horrifying to watch I think my heart dropped out of shock.

[vicolette]

I've been learning spanish for almost 3 years now and I can guarantee that I have NEVER heard a person speak with the fluency of Spanish like Trent

That was horrifying to watch I think my heart dropped out of shock.

[vicolette]

Get to know the author !

You can call me violette – not my real name, but whatever…

Started watching football after the EUROS 2024 so I'm lowkey a loser💔

German/Kosovo-Albanian, although I also speak tiny bits of Spanish and English

I mostly write about Barça players, but feel free to ask about other players!

I write pretty much anything except smut, including angst with(out) happy endings, headcanons, fluff etc., requests are always open

Other interests include reading mangas, specifically Blue Lock and The Apothecary's Diaries currently, boxing & reading

Feel free to ask anything, as long as it remains respectful. Criticism is appreciated

I might also write about manga characters, but who knows?

Barça & Bllk fans moot me 🆙

Anywayzz..!1!1!1

Masterlist for Barça boys!!

Z*onists & (disrespectful) madristas DNI

– A/N : about damn time I make this

[vicolette]

Can i ask for lamine yamal x reader angst?

In which he and the reader broke up a few months ago because he has a bad reputation and people on the internet were talking that he is a womanizer and they linked him to other girls. After a while he realized that he really miss the reader and he wants to go back to her. You can decide the ending, but let it be anxious with a happy ending if you don’t mind🫶🏼

tyy x

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, uses of y/n & pet names, swearing, can't write angst, mentions of cheating/unloyal, not proofread

"Bro, you good?"

Hector's voice snapped Lamine out of his daze, the confusion evident on his face as they both stared at each other. Lamine could only sigh in frustration at how obvious he was being, when he had thought that everything was going well.

Everything was going well, even if you broke up with him because of some rumors online and old photos of him with other girls, but he couldn’t blame you. It had been a fresh beginning of your relationship and you two were still in the awkward phases, so it was clear that you were easily convinced.

Nonetheless, it hurt to say goodbye to you so soon, especially when you had promised to stay friends and then never ever talked again.

However, Lamine stayed silent as his only response was a mere nod, turning around and waving Hector goodbye as he quickly left the facility to go to the parking lot and return home. Heart pieces shattered the more he thought about you, yet he couldn’t bear to look back at the memories and ask for a second chance.

Or so he thought.

Because now, as he stood in front of your house with his already-sweaty jacket soaking wet from the heavy rain, Lamine wondered what kind of love spell you must have put on him.

The doorbell was right there, next to his finger, yet he hesitated and had serious dilemma. The choice to just call his father and get picked up sounded great – better than whatever this is.

All of a sudden, the doorbell rang and he realized that he tapped on it, quickly taking a step back as if it would make everything better. A few seconds passed, before your voice was heard with the typical 'I'm coming!' reply whenever someone was there.

"Who's there?" As you opened the door with confusion stretched on your face, your eyes widened when you saw him and you had seriously considered the fact to just close the door, before deciding against it and keeping the door open. "... what?"

"Y/n, I..." Now that Lamine stood in front of you, he had no idea on what he should say, his eyes lowering from your face to the ground. He felt sick in his stomach and he had sneezed a few times before arriving, so it was clear that he had a cold.

However, Lamine also had cold feet whenever he had to think about you when he should've just kept you closer, kept you by his side and protected you from rumors. "I'm so sorry."

"For cheating?"

Lamine flinched at your words as tears started to brim in the corner of his eyes, wanting nothing more than to pull you into a tight hug and apologize endlessly.

"I-I, fuck... I didn't cheat." An eyebrow raise was all he got as a reply, which he didn't even get to see. You noticed after a short while that Lamine was feeling unwell, according to the way his shoulders dropped and the fact that it was heavily raining.

Nonetheless, you didn't trust him enough to know what he meant, so you opted to go for 'yes-or-no' questions and hoped that he would answer you verbally. "Did you cheat?"

A shake of his head, he didn't.

You thought about another question, hesitating before letting yourself speak. "Were any rumors true?"

Once again, he shook his head with a defeated look on his face, reminding you of a lost and kicked puppy – probably a golden retriever, due to his hair.

There wasn't much that you could do – hell, if you could even do anything – but the sole fact that Lamine willingly was standing at your front door, when he could have just turned around and walk back home, was proof enough that he was genuine.

All of a sudden, he felt a hand grabbing his and before he knew it, you dragged him inside and closed the door, whispering something about how your parents were gone and that he shouldn't worry about them. Then, you cleared your throat after realizing how bold you were acting, feeling your cheeks heat up. "So!"

Silence followed afterwards as you felt even more awkward than ever in your entire lifetime – Lamine was quite literally on the verge of tears in front of you, the dark clouds was slowly yet surely starting to stop letting waterdrops fall down, and you had no idea why you even touched him.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry..." His upsetting voice brought you out of your daze, seeing how he was hesitating to say anything else. Nonetheless, your eyes softened as you slightly reached out to lightly touch his hand, as if Lamine was too fragile to touch. "I regret everything. Not caring too much, not knowing about the lies, not-"

One look at you made his heart shatter into thousands of pieces, finally approaching you as his arms were around your shoulders and pulling you closer. At that moment, Lamine eventually began to let the tears fall and roll down his cheeks, his whole body shaking as he tightened his grip to keep you close and not lose you again. "I'm sorry for everything."

"Hey, hey, calm down." It took him by surprise to see how you actually believed him, although it probably only made it worse for you both as Lamine started sobbing uncontrollably. As you reassuringly patted his head and hoped that he would finish his crying session, you could feel yourself beginning to tremble.

Though the whole next few minutes were spent with you shedding tears alongside with Lamine, it came to a point where you two got quiet, until you chuckled beside his neck. "I missed you."

"Mhm, I still miss you." He confessed steadily, his arms moving to hug your waist as he pulled you impossibly closer and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. Meanwhile, you were only confused as to why he was still being mussy, Lamine huffed. "I'm saying I wanna have you beside me for forever."

Then, Lamine raised an eyebrow at his own words and pondered if what he had said was right, with you knowing what he was about to say before even saying it.

"Is it for-ever, or for forever?"

"Oh, shut up."

– A/N : finally more requests ilyg🤞🤞

[vicolette]

The bug in my room is finally gone🥹🥹🥹

[vicolette]

can you write enemies to lovers with lamine?

they are in the club because of the mutual friends, but they provoke each other all the time. reader forgot her keys and has nowhere to sleep, so lamine offers her a place to stay because he’s home alone anyway. they end up falling asleep together in bed and waking up cuddling. she wants to sneak out and go home and he teases her…

sorry if it’s too long, i hope you like the request💕💕

𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 !

– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, uses of y/n & pet names, stuff at parties, stealing, intimate thoughts, not proofread

"Oh, look who we have here!"

It sounded like the typical rich kids kind of response to seeing someone they particularly don’t like, which, in this case, was Lamine not liking you. Or you not liking him.

The reason for this was unknown – at least to your friends, it was. But you had hated him with all of your guts for who knows how long, and Lamine just proved to be a cocky little teenage boy with too much of an ego.

"Seriously?" One of your mutual friends said as she rolled her eyes at the awaited tantrum that you would cause, seeing how your veins already began to pop just from hearing his voice. Once you turned around and came face to face with him, you could feel your skin crawl.

Under the neon bright lights of the party, Lamine looked a bit different than he used to. Maybe it was due to his blonde bleached hair, or the way his eyes lingered on you for a second too long before scoffing. Pop music blasted through the speakers as the DJ got the crowd more hyped, yet all you could think about, was how punch-able that face was.

"C'mon, Y/n. We have better things to do." Another friend said as she grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the dance floor in the center of the room, just so that you wouldn’t curse out his entire bloodline, your eyes still wide open and focusing on the boy that was a bit too egoistical for his own good.

Sticking your tongue out, was the last thing that Lamine saw, before you returned to your friends and began to actually enjoy your time together in a club. Well, or at least you tried to.

Whenever you tilted your head even slightly to the side, you could see him from the corner of your eyesight, always rolling your eyes as if he himself was a reason enough to leave the party. However, your friends have beckoned you to join them after a long week and you needed a break from work, so you considered it worth it.

Even if you had to go and buy some drinks for your older companions, only for Lamine to stand right next to you. Even if you had to endure his presence whenever his teammates talked to you. Even if you had to deal with him for the first to last minute of the party.

"Bro, are you serious?" Your words sounded slurred as you just barely were capable of carrying one of your drunk buddies, seeing how she had passed out and most likely would have a headache. Thankfully you hadn’t drunk any alcohol, due to not being of legal age yet. "Hey, wake up!"

"Need help, princess?" The familiar voice, which belonged to your sworn enemy, irritated you even more than you'd like to admit. With a literal woman in your arms, you couldn’t turn around and look at him, so Lamine took it as an opportunity to tease you.

A hand ghosted over your shoulder as your body grew tense, looking over your shoulder to see Lamine standing there with a mockingly sweet smile. Before you could say anything, he leaned down and took your mutual friend into his arms, easily being able to carry her. "You need some strength."

"I didn’t ask." Usually, you would have called him some childish names and joked about how much he needed to show off, but he had done you a favor by taking her, so you didn’t say anything else.

"Aw, no 'Thank you, Lamine! You are my sa-'?"

"Y/n!" All of a sudden, Alejandro appeared right behind the two of you with a big smile on his face, making you both turn around as if he was a ghost. While you sighed in disbelief, Alejandro looked rather surprised.

By the way his smile vanished within a blink of an eye, Lamine could feel his cheeks heat up – he knew exactly what the other was thinking about. And, truth be told, he had also thought about it.

A low whistle was heard by Alejandro as a mischievous grin grew on his face, a glint of excitement in his eyes before he clapped his hands once, gesturing at the passed-out woman in Lamine's arms. "Want me to hold her?"

"Uh, no. It's-" Just as he was about finish his sentence, his teammate practically stole her from him and tilted his head to the exit, silently telling them that it was time for them to leave. Meanwhile, you reluctantly left the party after having said goodbye to your other friends, deciding that staying here would only do you no good.

On the way to Alejandro's car, he did some small talk with you about how disgusting alcohol was and that you and Lamine shouldn’t drink it, to which you needed with an unbothered expression.

Once arrived at the desired destination, Lamine opened the door to the backseat for Alejandro to place your friend in, waiting until she was there to look at you. However, he was a second too late and you were already in the passenger’s seat, making him click his tongue. "You're so childish…"

"Nah, you’re just slow." Lamine gave you a disapproving look over the rear mirror.

"I'm a professional footballer, petita." The nickname made you raise an eyebrow, holding intense eye contact over the mirror before Alejandro started the engine and drove out of the parking lot and into the street, before the realization hit him. "Uh… Y/n, where do you wanna go?"

"Home." In response to that, Alejandro hummed delightfully and nodded, watching for a split second as he saw you search for your keys, only for your movements to halt.

"Fuck…“ The curse word made both of the boys look at each other, with Lamine being confused and Alejandro having the time of his life. "I forgot them."

"What did you forget?" Lamine asked once again, before the gears in his head turned and it finally clicked. He snorted and leaned his head back, chuckling under his breath. "Loser."

Alejandro had to hold in his laughter, glancing at the duo before an idea popped up in his head, making him having to stop the car for a second at a red light. "So… where are you gonna stay?"

A sigh left from your mouth, shaking your head before you shrugged your shoulders and could only imagine what your parents would say, if they were even at home, because they weren’t. And now you had no idea what to do.

"My place is packed, bro. Sorry, but I don’t have space there." Alejandro apologized, having to sound genuine in order for you to believe him. You nodded, telling him that it’s not his fault.

Meanwhile, Lamine bit the insides of his cheeks as he watched the interaction between you two happen, his eyes narrowing before he got an idea in his head. "Oh, I know!"

His childish demeanor made you scowl as you looked at him, seeing him resemble an excited golden retriever, especially with that massive smile on his face and blonde hair. "How about you stay over at my place? I'm sure we'll have fun."

Bingo.

Alejandro continued to drive with the knowledge that you were seething inside, before you thought about it for a second time and looked at him for advice. He didn’t respond – heck, he didn’t even find the idea bad.

After all, it was he himself who had stolen your keys.

"I mean, it’s better than sleeping on the streets?" He said nonchalantly, having to stop himself from bursting out laughing. You could only bury your face in your hands, wishing that you had been more careful with your belongings.

"… Fine."

Lamine certainly didn’t expect you to agree to his request, yet something about it made him feel lighter, like he was actually helping you.

"Alright, then it’s settled." He announced, with you looking outside the window with a frown. "Alejandro, you know where I live, right?"

"Aye, aye, captain."

"Nice house."

Lamine kicked his shoes away onto the ground as he kept a close eye on what you were doing, listening to your compliments about the house as you stared at some family photos and smiled at how adorable his little brother was.

"Yeah, thanks." He sounded bored, yet was the complete opposite as he followed you around, seeing how you were getting slower by every passing second. "Are you tired?"

"I guess." The yawn that followed afterwards was an agreement, making Lamine chuckle with his eyes still on you. The curtains were closed and moonlight flashed from outside, making your face look brighter than before, which only caused Lamine to stare.

Silence took over the room as you stood in the middle of the hallway, not knowing that Lamine was approaching you as your gaze stayed on the multiple photos displayed. Most of them had Lamine and Kenye both together, which made your heart melt.

A hand grabbed yours as he pulled you closer, looking down at you due to your height difference. His hand was warm compared to yours, which made your lean into him and get closer.

Lamine could feel his face getting warmer, refusing to look at you, until you yawned once again.

"We should go to sleep. It’s late." A nod was all he needed as permission to drag your already half-sleeping body upstairs. The room of his little brother was messy and full with play toys, so he pulled you into his own bedroom.

It didn’t take you long to fall down the soft mattress and lean into the pillow, making Lamine raise an eyebrow in amusement. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, taking slow footsteps to get closer to you. "Sleep tight, princess."

And with that, Lamine had thrown his blanket over your body and planned to leave, until a hand reached out for his.

"Don’t leave." That was all that he needed to hear, instinctively making some space for himself as he sat down beside you with a hand in your hair. Lamine watched as you curled up beside him, already in a deep slumber.

Lamine laid down beside you after a while – or after making sure that there was enough spaceport the both of you – and wrapped his arms around your waist. It seemed like his chest was a comfortable pillow for you, as you unconsciously smiled in comfort.

Very few minutes passed, and Lamine was then also asleep, drool coming from the corner of his mouth as his hand mindlessly rested on the top of your head. It was just the two of you now, relaxing in the peace and quiet of his home.

The morning after was a disaster, or at least it was for you. Waking up with a slight headache wasn’t the worst, but being greeted with an already awaken Lamine beside you? It definitely was.

Thoughts crossed your mind and before you knew it, you looked at yourself and sighed in relief, grateful that you two hadn’t done anything that would make you regret every single life choice.

"Oh my- where am I?" One look around good you everything that you needed to know – specifically that large Messi poster with the letters 'G.O.A.T' over his head.

It was absolutely hilarious for Lamine to see how panicked you looked like, softly stroking your hair as if that would make everything better, when it only did the opposite.

"I'm leaving."

"What?" It took him by surprise, which itself made him surprised – why was he so upset to see you leave?

All he did was to come up with excuses in order to persuade you to stay, whether or not it made him sound clingy or not. "It’s too earlyyyy, stay for a little longer!"

"No." Your immediate answer made him out, tightening his hold on your waist as Lamine nuzzled his head to your shoulder. From,the corner of his vision, he could see your face getting redder by the minute, making him chuckle at himself.

"You’re blushing." You kicked his leg in response, which earned no mention from him as he continued to torture you in his arms.

On the other hand, it was comfortable and easy to stay here just for a few more minutes, as much as you hated to admit it. However, his teasing words had no reason to not make you frustrated.

"Am not."

"You so are."

– A/N : sorry 4 taking so long, hope u like it anon!!😸😸