inwhich! i write you boyfriend¡lamineyamal headcanons. ;)
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bf¡lamineyamal loves smacking your ass any chance he gets. even if it’s a little pat in public, when you’re standing up from your chair, or if he’s passing by you while you’re cooking, or bent over on the counter. and he puts on a dumb smirk whenever you swat his hand away or give him a look.
bf¡lamineyamal always gets nervous when you come to his games and tries to play it off. he will always try to impress you, even though you know he’s one of the best players, and he usually ends up getting a yellow card doing so anyway.
bf¡lamineyamal always texts first after an argument. he hates the thought of you being upset at him, or sad in general. he loves keeping you happy, and buying you flowers, even if it was a little dispute, like disagreeing about what potato chip brand is best, he will always make up for it before you can.
bf¡lamineyamal keeps all the little things you’ve given him. movie tickets, notes, bracelets, random souvenirs. he has them all scattered around his house and car.
bf¡lamineyamal loves kissing you with tongue, especially when he’s on top and can roam his hands all over your body. his favorite place to do it is when you two are swimming in your shared pool or hot tub. he loves the water action.
bf¡lamineyamal blushes so easily. you could say anything like call him “baby”, or brush your hand against his. his cheeks will turn a deep shade of red and he’ll smile from ear-to-ear.
bf¡lamineyamal pretends he doesn’t get jealous, but the second some guy starts being a little too friendly with you, he’s suddenly beside you with an arm around your shoulders, acting like it’s not bothering him.
bf¡lamineyamal always sends you random photos throughout the day. half-eaten snacks, blurry sunsets from the team bus, his boots in the locker room, a quick selfie of him, or a silly photo of one of his teammates. he will always remind you in any way he can that he’s thinking of you.
bf¡lamineyamal is always posting you on his story, whether it’s a picture of a coffee he bought you, a selfie you sent him, or a small shot of your hand halfway in a photo. he posts it all, and it’s usually to love songs.
bf¡lamineyamal takes your anniversary dates very serious. he will always start by pampering you in gifts a week before, and taking you to your favorite places before you go on your “big” date at a fancy restaurant.
bf¡lamineyamal always notices when you’ve changed something. a new hairstyle, a different outfit, a new bracelet. somehow he’s the first person to point it out every time.
bf¡lamineyamal is your biggest supporter. whenever you pick up a random hobby, whether it’s something you’ll stop in a week or continue forever, he always brags about it online. he’ll also spoil you by supplying materials for whatever hobby you’re into.
bf¡lamineyamal loves seeing you in his jersey. he finds it attractive when you’re walking around the house with just the oversized #10 jersey on.
bf¡lamineyamal is always over-explaining his games and tactics to you, even though you’ve been playing and watching fútbol since you were young.
bf¡lamineyamal brings you up and brags about you any chance he gets. his friends always pick on him for it, but he doesn’t care and still does it.
inwhich! you, a professional ice figure skater, bumps into a man with a big frowny face while dropping off lunch for your brother during practice.
frannytalks! english is not my first language, so i apologize for any mistakes. i really hope you like this! please like, reblog, & comment if you’d like to be added to the taglist!
the security guard at the entrance barely glanced at you before waving you through. you had been here enough times dropping things off for your brother that nobody really questioned it anymore.
with a bag of food in one hand and your phone in the other, you walked through the training center, looking around for him.
“raphinha?” you called, peeking into one of the hallways.
“he’s still out on the pitch.” one of the staff members smiled, pointing toward the doors.
“thank you.” you smiled back, adjusting your grip on the bag.
you pushed through the doors and immediately regretted not bringing sunglasses. the afternoon sun was bright, reflecting off the field, right into your face.
players were scattered around, some training and some talking near the sidelines. you spotted your brother almost instantly. he was talking to a coach across the field.
before you could start walking toward him, a voice caught your attention.
“you shouldn’t be standing there.” a guy said as he walked past you.
you looked up, he had dark hair, thick eyebrows, and a serious expression.
“move out of the way. people are training.” he said before continuing toward the sidelines.
you blinked, no one had ever been straight up rude to you, apart from your rivals fans and such.
he just kept walking, and you stared after him for a second, hoping he’d redeem himself and say he was joking but he didn’t.
you brushed it off and continued toward your brother. “hey.” you smiled, handing him the bag.
raphinha immediately took it from you. “you’re a lifesaver.” he smiled, already opening it.
you glanced back toward the field. the same guy was standing with a few teammates now.
“who’s that?” you asked while pointing toward the boy.
raphinha followed your gaze. “ah, that’s pablito gavi.” he answered.
“why? you think he’s cute?” your brother jokingly raised his eyebrows.
you hummed. “no. i think he’s rude and like a mr. frowny face.”
raphinha nearly choked on his drink. “what?”
“your friend.” you said, nodding toward the field. “he told me to move.”
raphinha laughed. “that’s all?”
“yes.” you mumbled.
“that’s not rude, y/n.” he nudged you.
you gave him a look. “he literally walked up to me, told me to get out the way, and left.”
raphinha shook his head, still smiling. “trust me. that’s just gavi.”
“my point still stands, he’s rude.” you rolled your eyes.
“good thing my friends are off limits anyways.” he winked at you, which caused you to roll your eyes once more.
raphinha always made it very clear that his friends and teammates were off limits, but in reality any human being was off limits for him. you hadn’t tried out dating at all because of how protective he’d get.
“whatever, i’m gonna go now.” you said, already standing up before he even had time to respond properly.
he barely looked up from his food, “you always do that.” he said, voice muffled slightly as he kept eating.
“do what?” you asked, adjusting the strap of your purse on your shoulder.
“run away when i say something you don’t like.” he smirks.
you closed your eyes and let out a small breath through your nose, glancing once more across the training field towards gavi without meaning to.
“i’m not running away.” you said flatly
raphinha finally looked up, eyebrows slightly raised, amused again “sure.” he said, dragging it out a little.
you didn’t answer that instead you leaned down, kissed his cheek quickly out of habit, and straightened again.
“text me later.” you said, flashing him a soft smile.
“yeah yeah.” he replied, already distracted again by his sandwich.
you walked off without looking back.
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the olympics came faster than you wanted them to and your skates felt tighter than usual, or maybe it was just your brain convincing you of things that weren’t real.
you kept flexing your fingers, then stopping yourself because you didn’t want to overthink it.
your coach spoke from behind you, trying to encourage you before you started, but it sounded so far away that you didn’t hear any of it.
when your music started everything felt crowded. you moved through the ice smoothly just like you had been practicing for the past couple of years.
by the time you landed your final jump, your chest was burning and your breathing was uneven, but you kept going and kept pushing until the music finally ended and you came to a stop in the center of the rink.
for a second there was nothing but silence, then the arena broke open with sound. you flashed a big smile towards the crowd and made your way over to your coach.
you sat through a couple more performances, then came the time to announce the winners. they called bronze, then silver, you were sure that there was no hope for you getting gold, so you tried to accept the fact you lost.
then, they announced the stats for the gold winner and you stood there blinking, your hands slowly rising to your face as the score flashed on the screen and your name popped up at the top. it made your stomach drop.
you stood in shock, it didn’t even feel real at first. your coach reached for you quickly, grabbing your shoulders and pulling you into a tight hug which made you snap back into reality, your face instantly flooded with happy tears.
after that it was all noise and flashes and movement again, flowers being handed to you, cameras getting too close, and people saying your name over and over trying to get your attention, it was overwhelming.
before you left you did a couple quick interviews and said your goodbyes to everyone, thanking your coach once again.
then finally, you were back in your hotel room with the city lights glowing faintly outside the window.
your medal sat on the bed beside you, you still couldn’t believe it. you picked up your phone, to a notification from your coach sending you some pictures from your performance.
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yourusername: 🤍
liked by raphinha, pablogavi, alexconsani, and 4.7 million others
raphinha talento 😍🔥
⤷ yourusername 🤍
madelineargy thought you couldn’t get any sexier 😍
⤷ yourusername literally all you bb 😘
lamineyamal así mero y/n ❤️🔥
⤷ yourusername la niña malaaa 🥹🤍
maoshimada1030 inspiration 😍
⤷ yourusername can’t wait to see you on the ice one day <3
sofyasamodelkina deserved
⤷ yourusername thank you luv, you did amazing too 🥰
igotyuandme can i kiss you
⤷ yourusername you know you don’t need permission ;)
meganskiendiel letting everyone know she’s taken btw
⤷ yourusername let the world know 👀
⤷ candacefitinyou doomed yaoi
⤷ davids.257 someone write a fanfic rn
ynbiggest1fan she’s so perfect wtf
scootiecarrot gavi in her likes??
⤷ che4sofie i mean her brother is raphinha..
⤷ pinkiepiecult #noticing 👀
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after you hit post you set your phone down for a second like you always do after you post something.
you instantly picked it up again, impatient and nervous about what everyone is saying. you scrolled without thinking too hard, watching your name appear everywhere, edits already being posted, and congratulations from a bunch of people you had never met.
then you noticed something, gavi had liked your post. you stared at it for a moment, confused why he would like it. you figured since a couple of his teammates, including your brother, had reposted it, he probably just clicked and liked it for no reason.
you clicked on his profile, curious, only to see he had 19.4 million followers. you scrolled a bit and saw how passionate he was about soccer.
you also noticed that he always has that annoyed look in his face, even when taking a selfie. you smiled to yourself realizing maybe he wasn’t being intentionally rude to you.
you were still scrolling when your childhood bestfriend, kristiane, called you.
“holis my sunshine!” you heard her say through the phone, using your nickname.
“krispy! hii.” you smiled into the phone.
“you did fucking incredible, i’m so sorry i missed it.” she said softly.
“it’s okay, i know your job never lets you off. i’ll see you soon anyways.” you reassure her.
“can’t wait! also, are you talking to someone and haven’t told me yet!?” kristiane laughs into the phone.
you furrow your eyebrows, confused on what she’s talking about, “what, no? you know you’d be the first person i’d tell.”
“then what’s up with all these edits that keep popping up on my feed?” she says.
“what edits? send me one.” you put her on speaker and wait for her to send you a video.
“with one of your brothers teammates.” she sniffles, “i sent it.”
you quickly open the tiktok she sent and see a silly edit with taylor swifts song, “lover.” in the background.
“kristiane, i promise you there’s nothing going on.” you laugh in disbelief.
“mhm.” she says dragging out the word.
“i promise! he literally just liked my recent post and that was it. i don’t know how these people are so quick with it.” you sigh, closing the app.
“you know how those barca fans are though.” you can feel her smirking through the phone, “watch out for his crazy fan-girls y/n.”
“jesus christ.” you say letting out a soft laugh, “i’m gonna head to bed, i’ll deal with this tomorrow.”
“awe y/n it’s only been like five minutes,” she pouts, “but goodnight sunshine, sleep tight.”
“goodnight, love you.” you say while hanging up the phone.
you place your phone on low power mode and set it on the nightstand next to you, placing your gold medal right next to it.
then, you turn off the lamp and lay on your stomach, closing your eyes and falling asleep.
