[milesmolasses]

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「18yo｣ ; currently battling school

「she/they｣ ; black teenage girl obsessed w/ romance

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mine

pairing: lamine yamal x reader

summary: in which lamine loves that his family likes you but that also means that lamine barely gets to be with you when you're at his house

warnings: none!

a/n: requested on my wattpad! i sw i've written something like this

lamine should’ve known the second you texted “i’m outside” that he wasn’t going to see you much tonight.

he opens the door with the biggest smile, ready to pull you into him — and he barely gets a second.

“mi niña!” his mom calls from the kitchen.

your whole face lights up.

and just like that, you slip past him.

“i missed you!” you say, already halfway down the hallway.

lamine stands there with the door still open.

“…hi to you too,” he mutters.

from the living room, tiny footsteps shuffle dramatically fast.

keyne appears.

he’s in mismatched pajamas, clutching a stuffed dinosaur that’s almost as big as his torso. he blinks at you like he can’t believe you’re real.

then he gasps.

“y/n!”

you drop your bag immediately and crouch down.

“hi, bebé.”

he toddles into you at full speed and you catch him just in time, laughing softly as he wraps both arms around your neck.

lamine closes the door slowly.

“this is crazy,” he says to no one.

the kitchen smells like tomatoes and spices. warm. comforting. his mom already has an apron waiting for you.

“come,” she says, grabbing your hands. “i need help. and i need to tell you something that happened with carla.”

you gasp dramatically. “what happened?”

lamine freezes.

“why does she get the gossip before me?” he demands.

his mom waves him away. “because she listens.”

you try not to smile too big.

keyne refuses to be put down, so you balance him on your hip while tying the apron strings. he rests his head on your shoulder like this is just routine.

lamine leans against the counter, staring.

“am i invisible?”

you glance at him sweetly. “no, baby.”

“then why are you holding him like that?”

keyne lifts his head.

“mine,” he says confidently.

his mom laughs so hard she has to grab the counter.

lamine presses his lips together. “i live here too, you know!”

somehow you end up fully involved in cooking.

his mom stands close to you, lowering her voice every few minutes.

“so guess who called me yesterday—”

your eyes widen. “no.”

“yes.”

you cover your mouth. “what did she say?”

lamine pinches the bridge of his nose.

“this is betrayal.”

you’re stirring something carefully while keyne sits on the counter between you and his mom, swinging his tiny legs. every once in a while he leans into your arm, just to make sure you’re still there.

“lamine used to throw tantrums over the smallest things when he was little,” his mom says casually.

you turn so fast. “he did?”

“mamá,” lamine warns.

“over everything,” she continues. “if his socks felt weird. if someone looked at him wrong—”

you’re giggling now, hiding your smile behind your hand.

lamine looks genuinely offended. “i was sensitive.”

“you were dramatic,” she corrects.

keyne points at him again.

“lamine sad.”

you lose it.

you bend slightly, laughing into your hand while his mom wipes tears from her eyes.

lamine throws his hands up. “i can’t win in this house.”

dinner is even worse.

you sit down next to lamine this time.

he relaxes slightly.

until keyne climbs into your lap again.

he turns around and settles like you’re his personal chair. his tiny hand reaches back and grabs your fingers, placing them on his tummy.

“stay,” he whispers.

your heart completely melts.

“i’m staying,” you murmur, kissing the side of his head.

lamine stares at the ceiling.

“unbelievable.”

his mom smiles fondly at the sight of you two. “she’s good for him,” she says softly.

“she’s supposed to be good for me,” lamine replies.

but there’s no real bite to it anymore.

because he sees the way you look at keyne. like he’s something fragile and precious. like loving him is easy.

and then—

his mom stands up.

“come with me,” she says suddenly, taking your wrist gently. “i need to show you something.”

lamine narrows his eyes. “no.”

you blink. “what?”

“i found baby pictures,” she says innocently.

you gasp.

“no,” lamine repeats.

too late.

you carefully shift keyne into lamine’s arms — which he fumbles slightly — and hurry after his mom down the hallway.

“mamá—”

the bedroom door closes.

lamine stands there holding his two year old brother, who is now poking his cheek.

“they left us,” lamine mutters.

keyne studies him.

“lamine sad.”

“i’m not sad.”

“sad.”

inside the bedroom, you’re sitting on the bed with a photo album open across your lap.

his mom is pointing excitedly at a picture of tiny lamine with chubby cheeks and oversized pajamas.

“look at him,” she whispers.

you press your hand to your heart. “he was so small.”

“he still cries the same way,” she teases.

you laugh softly.

“you make him very happy,” she adds more gently now.

you glance up at her.

“he makes me happy too.”

she smiles at you in a way that feels warm. approving. like you belong.

and in the hallway, lamine is absolutely spiraling.

“they’ve been in there ten minutes,” he says dramatically.

keyne shrugs like this is normal.

finally the door opens.

you step out, still smiling, holding the album.

lamine immediately walks over.

“what did you see?”

“nothing,” you say sweetly.

“that’s suspicious.”

his mom pats his cheek. “relax.”

then she steals you again — this time into the living room to talk about weekend plans.

lamine just stands there.

alone.

keyne waddles over and hugs his leg.

“lamine sad,” he repeats softly.

lamine looks down at him.

“…a little.”

across the room, you glance back at him. your eyes soften instantly.

you gently untangle yourself from his mom and walk over.

“hi,” you whisper when you reach him.

“hi,” he replies, trying not to smile.

you slide your hand into his hoodie pocket, intertwining your fingers with his.

“they love you more than me,” he says quietly.

“impossible.”

“my own mother stole you.”

“she just wanted to show me baby pictures.”

he groans.

you lean up and press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“i’m still yours.”

keyne immediately tugs at your leg.

“mine.”

you laugh quietly.

lamine shakes his head, but he’s smiling now. really smiling.

because even if you get stolen by his mom.

and even if keyne claims you every five seconds.

at the end of the night, when the lights are dim and everyone’s gone to bed, it’s him you curl into.

and he wraps his arms around you tightly.

“don’t let them take you again,” he murmurs into your hair.

you smile against his chest.

“no promises.”

he pouts.

but he holds you closer anyway.

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[milesmolasses]

my man who doesn’t know he’s my man

[milesmolasses]

GIRL ITS BEEN SO LONG HOW ARE YOU (its gabi btw !!)

STAWPP U WERE ONE OF MY FAV MILES WRITERS WHATTT

being back on this blog i’m overstimulated for sure cause like??? i’ve missed so much??? so many drafts, too cringe to post 😞

it’s so nice to revist tho!! hru?? i see you changed ur theme (so pretty!!)

[milesmolasses]

i was 15 last time i posted on here…i turned 17 earlier this year… and the new movie is still not out.

[wearenotjustnumbers2]

Meet Mohammed Nazzal, a Palestinian child. He was in administrative arrest (this means he can stay held captive without charge for as long as israel decides, also look it up for better understanding) without charge or trial in Israeli occupation prisons and was released yesterday as part of the hostages exchange.

"They shattered metal bars on me, beating me non-stop on my head, broke my hands. They starved me."

[milesmolasses]

i love coming across amazing miles blogs 😭😭💗

can we be mutuals?

UHHH ONE AGAIN I AM SO. LATE. BUT OFC WE CAN BE <33

[milesmolasses]

baba can I ask for relationship advice 😋

i’m afraid i’m just a tad tew late bit go ahead 😭

[milesmolasses]

hii!! i’m new here and I love ur theme! do you have an anon list? if so can I be 🦴 anon?

🦴 anon <3

oh gosh i’m so late BUT YES OFC U CAN BE 🦴 ANON!

should I make one of those anon list things? that is if anyone else wants to be some anon lol

[milesmolasses]

simple theme cause why not

[milesmolasses]

hey… so like I did not write. however I am working on a small drabble which hopefully doesn’t take too long. no promises but it’s in the works. nothing fancy, just to show how much romance I have been consuming and how it’s been affecting me. older miles btw, nothing bad I just think the setting would be better if miles was older.

[fairuzfan]

There is still hope. Say it out loud. Palestine will be free. The Palestinian people will celebrate their culture and heritage with each other. We will love and be loved. Do not fall into the trap of despair.

[fairuzfan]

I'm not saying this just for morale. I'm saying this as a reminder that the colonialist regime relies on your despair, uses it to further their propaganda. Once you lose hope, and tell everyone you lose hope, you are aiding the Zionist Entity.

Make it a point that you BELIEVE that Palestine will be free even in the face of genocide. Hope can halt genocide. Do not aid our oppressors.

[audhdnight]

Do not lose interest. Do not get bored. Do not give in to despair and hopelessness. Do not look away. Keep posting, keep protesting, keep hounding your reps, keep having the conversations. Do. Not. Give. Up.

[milesmolasses]

i’ve been reading a lot of romance related books and fan fics… lowk wanna write again but starting is so daunting

school kicked my ass and it kicked it good. I have a 2 day break so hopefully I can gain some courage to write a little bit.

[milesmolasses]

lowk miss when spider-verse wasn’t trending. some of y’all crazy 💀

[milesmolasses]

bro I can’t wait to see the tmnt movie with my mom. donnie in this movie seems so… donnie-ish idk how to explain it. ugh I can’t wait fr

he’s riding a scooter bro I love it

[milesmolasses]

y’all watch the nick movie rags growing up?

if u did then this song has a special place in my heart

[yae-energy]

OH MY GOD UR BACK!!!

Bro i’ve been CLINGING to ur bsf messages of saiki so i’m so happy ur back

HELPP

HI CHIKO <33 🙋🏽‍♀️ HRU??

glad to be back honestly,, i def plan on making more bestie saiki so don’t even worry bout that i got you

it’s lwk my favorite thing to make on here cause me and saiki are just too locked 🤷🏽‍♀️ like thats gangy fr

[milesmolasses]

AHHH THANK GOODNESS cause I loved those lil messages🙏🏾🙏🏾

Saiki is literally me bro I swear. that’s my man’s bro we like twin flames

WELLL right neowwww i’ve been getting ready to go out and shit. probably gonna sleep over at a friends house over in bk

hru babes???

[milesmolasses]

NAWWWWYWYWYSYDH WHY THE ANONS COMING AFTER U 😰😰😰 i swear it's like an ongoing hunt for miles writers these days 🫡🫡

BUT FOR POSITIVITY HOW R U CUTIE

SERIOUSLY!!! cannot catch a break bruh :(

but i’m boutta take a shower and head out for now. can’t believe my day is ACTUALLY starting at 4:47