𑣲𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞

‧₊˚ 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 ᵎᵎ

[savinggracee]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 , 𝘼𝙇𝙒𝘼𝙔𝙎.

𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏𝙎 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙎 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙁𝙄𝙉𝘿 𝙔𝙊𝙐. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

ᢉ𐭩 || grace, 6teen, july 19th, 🇺🇸, brunette .ᐟ

❁ || hi pretty people, welcome to my blog! nothing special, just rules and some stuff i care to share about me! my request are open, please pleaseee request me.

♫ || always, daniel ceaser.

𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 — REQ RULES !

[savinggracee]

request for cute fluff where the reader is rage-baiting lamine yamal! <33 love ur writing

pairing: lamine yamal x reader

summary: the best part of your day is ragebaiting your boyfriend..

warnings: none! thank you for requesting i hope you like, this is also ridiculously short and lazy i apologize 😖

it was quiet.

too quiet.

according to you, after a two hour long worldcup match lamine should be jumping with joy. but no, instead? He just laid beside you dead to the world.

it was only eight pm! no way you’d let him go to sleep that early. so you took matters into your own hands.

“lamine..” you whispered, hovering over his back as he rested on his stomach.

no answer.

“baby.” you spoke, louder this time, leaning down toward his ear as you squeezed his arm.

“mmh..” lamine hummed in response, eyes closed.. breathing even. still after he lied and told you he was ‘just resting his eyes’

“get up!” you whined, body laid on his shoulder blades as you whispered in his ear continuously.

“i’m up—“ lamine mumbled, opening his eyes and blinking away sleep as he felt weight lift off of his back and finding home on the opposite side of the bed.

“you lied.” you spoke dramatically, watching him sit up.

“‘m sorry..” he slumped into your lap, reaching for your hand.. for a boy so tough on the field he sure was clingy.

“wait.. i have a question.” you started, hands finding his curls.

lamine already prepared himself, he knew you were in that mood. “what.”

“so— when you were getting the ball why didn’t you kick it into the goal?” you asked, hiding a smile.

suddenly you left a poke in your side— causing you to squirm, a couple blinks and somehow he was ontop of you, tickling you like his life depended on it.

“ow! lamine stop!” you laughed, out of breath.

“why didn’t you just push me off huh?” lamine mocked, letting up slightly so you could actually talk.

“i can’t!” you breathed out, for only a second because he started tickling you again.. he just loved seeing you laugh, even if that mean putting you through misery.

this was definitely his payback.

[jeezilikesports]

me when i am so fucking done with my life

[savinggracee]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ 𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙡, 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

pairing: lamine yamal x reader

summary: your boyfriend promises he’d win for you.. and he did.

warnings: 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛, 𝙪𝙜𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙝𝙝 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠, short 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙚

all week, lamine’s kept the act up.

the one that screamed, “i’m not nervous.” or, “trust i’m nonchalant.” but you? oh you saw right through it.

i mean, who wouldn’t be nervous! worldcup finals, that’s something big.

it was late, hotel silent. expect for the sound of you and lamine’s whispers.

“you gonna win for me?” you hushed, full body weight ontop of him as he kept his hands on your waist.

“yes.” lamine replied, simple, sure.

“promise me— if you do i’ll give you a prize.” you teased with a smile.

“a prize, hm?” lamine asked, eyebrows raised in amusement.

his expression made you giggle, he always made you laugh in general.

“mhm.. can’t tell you, gotta win for me first.” you whispered, inching closer toward his face.

the moon crept higher, you eyes studying lamine’s exhausted face, eyes low, that soft smirk never left his face even when he drifted off.

quiet determination before even stepping on the pitch.

the stadium roared, you didn’t get to see lamine that much before he made his appearance on screen. but a simple glance from the field was enough for you.

keyne sat sound beside you, playing with the bracelets on your wrist as you nervously watched.. your heart raced, you almost felt sick.

to others it might’ve been a boring game, it was 0-0 almost the entire time.. but for you, it just built more anxiety.

but it wasn’t until the 106th minute ferran scored a winning goal for spain, 1-0.

you jumped out of your seat, clapping with the sweetest grin on your face, keyne jumped around beside you, and of course you hoisted him into your arms, it was a crowd celebration!

“keyne— lami won!” you soothed cheerfully into keyne’s ear, bouncing him on your hip.

he responded with a scream, literally—

“VAMOSSSS” the young boy shouted throughout the whole stadium, who knew a three year old could be pretty loud?

you couldn’t hold yourself back from laughing, he was adorable.

again, it was pretty crowded, so you had to wait a bit for it to clear before walking down to lamine, but when you managed to get down there?

you didn’t hesitate to run into his arms, he caught you with ease. cameras shuttered, but you could care less— spotlight wasn’t the thing that worried you right now.

your cheeks hurt from smiling, clearly— and lamine’s stupid glasses made you laugh even harder after keyne’s performance..

“lami— you actually did it!” you cheered, feet hitting the grass as you pecked his lips.

“told you i would, mi amor.” he replied smoothly, like this was casual! like he didn’t just win the world cup.

“you didn’t believe me?” he asked again, teasingly,

“no! of course i did—“ you hesitated for a split second, he saw it.

“you sure baby?” lamine caught, with the grin that made your legs feel like jelly.

“stop” you warned playfully, smile never leaving your face.

“why?” lamine asked, acting clueless. he clearly knew he made you weak.

“you know why.” you retorted, arms loose around his neck, until keyne interrupted.. running right toward lamine.

with no worries, that tore you and lamine’s sweet moment apart, your heart melted when they hugged eachother, lamine spinning him around in his arms like it was the most natural thing in the world.

which it sorta was.

an hour passed, and you and lamine remained playing with keyne, no complaints! but of course lamine couldn’t go one minute without teasing you.

“bailalo rocky!” lamine exclaimed, he knew you hated that song after he played it so many times after previous victory’s.

“no, no no!” you laughed, shaking your head as he scooped you up from behind.. holding you in the air for a couple seconds just to watch you squirm and laugh.

the moment you turned and faced him, he hit you with it.

“¿Cuál es mi premio ahora?” (what’s my prize now?)

@𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 🫶🏻

[savinggracee]

VAMOSSS SPAINNN

[humannaturess]

France is me when I don’t want to do shit

[savinggracee]

Hello is it ok if I request lamine yamal with a track star reader who's really fast

yes!!! i’ll get on it soon as i can

[abyiscool]

day ruined, week ruined, year ruined, I CAN’T STAND ARGENTINAAAAUUUHHH

[savinggracee]

i can’t stop ranting about this 26 wc tumblr is so dry im devastated

[savinggracee]

spainnnn 🔥🥹

[savinggracee]

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ 𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙡, 𝙞𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙧𝙮.

pairing: lamine yamal x crybaby!reader

summary: after accidentally falling asleep watching lamine play, you wake up to a devestating facetime.

warnings: sickenly cute fluff, no proofread!

, 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫. ’

you never meant to fall asleep mid match watching lamine play, you just.. drifted off! i mean who wouldn’t fall asleep all cozy and warm in their own bed.

for now, it was peaceful. the soft glow of the tv light illuminating your dark room, announcer annoyingly yapping in the back.

and you, sleeping with no clue that your boyfriend just suffered a hamstring injury.

your phone buzzed beside you, no matter how deep of a sleep you were in, you always answered.

shifting softly, you propped yourself up on your elbows, eyes squinted from sleep, mouth dry and all— that’s how you know it was a good nap.

grabbing your phone, you answered the call, hair slightly disheveled, expecting to be greeted with a smiley, happy lamine like always, no idea he’d know you slept through the whole game anyways, right?

but no, instead there he laid, face in the camera, eyes dazed and sleepy, it looked like he was.. in a hospital bed?

“hola mi amor.” he spoke effortlessly, but his voice was deeper, he sounded exhausted.

your heart seriously dropped to your toes, it was seen on your expression aswell, even in the dark light he knew you were worried the moment you realized.

“lamine what happened?” you asked, tone panicked, tears already brimming your eyes, no way you missed this— how selfish of you to sleep through his game.

“you didn’t watch?” he asked, not disappointed because he knew you watched some of it, to his judgement he could tell you fell asleep by the look of your puffy eyes.

“i—“ you started, yes! you did watch— only the first thirty minutes though.. not your fault sleep took over, you couldn’t stop looking at his poor expression, he looked so upset.

you attempted to speak again, your voice cracked, a sniffle came through the line, you felt guilty as hell.

“baby.. no crying.” lamine soothed, flashing his sweet smile he knew made you feel better instantly.

“what happened..” you sobbed out, wiping your tears helplessly as they kept falling, oh how pathetic you looked, he was the one in the hospital, not you!

but you were a crybaby, you just felt for your boyfriend is all.

“uhm..” he started, “hurt my hamstring” he explained through broken english.

gosh you felt so bad you weren’t awake to call him or even ask if he’s okay when it happened, guilt was eating you alive right now— he saw it.

“i’m so sorry baby..” you shakily spoke, staring at lamine’s expression through the screen, you didn’t even have to tell him, he knew you fell asleep.

“not your fault mi chica” lamine mumbled, he didn’t want you feeling bad— never liked it.

his mother was heard in the back, “¿Es eso y/n?”(is that y/n?”

“sí” lamine replied.

“Déjame hablar con ella” his mom spoke. (let me talk to her.)

you just sat there, staring at the screen— sitting in your own guilt while they exchanged conversation, you didn’t understand it so why bother tuning in.

“hola y/n?” lamine’s mom spoke, her face steadied in the camera, holding the phone.

“hi!” you forced a grin, everyone knew it was fake, you were literally just sobbing.

“lamine is okay, don’t be sad— be happy, we miss you, sí?” she held up a thumbs up in the frame, earning a more genuine smile from you.

“yes.” you replied with a smile, wiping the fresh tears that threated to fall again.

his mom flashed a hand heart before handing the phone off to lamine, that made you feel a bit better.

“baby— i feel asleep while watching i didn’t see you get hurt..” you admitted, tears pricking your eyes again.

“i know” lamine let out a soft chuckle at your dramatics, he already knew you fell asleep, it’s like you thought he’d be mad.

“you know!?” you exclaimed in a teasing tone.

“sí bebé.. look at you.” he remarked with a smile, even when he was injured, you always made him feel better.

taking in your appearance, you did look a little exhausted, instead of replying with something snappy, you just squinted your eyes.

“are they taking visitors?” you asked.

“yes.” lamine spoke, tone soft through the speaker.

before you knew it, your shoes were slipped on, hair was brushed through neatly, and your sweet smile was back on your face after such sad news.

because things were always okay if you and lamine were together.

[savinggracee]

𝙍𝙀𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙎𝙏 𝙍𝙐𝙇𝙀𝙎 ᝰ.ᐟ

𝗿𝗲𝗾 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻, 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝘀𝗸

𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗶 𝗮𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗶𝗲𝘀𝘀𝘀



at the moment, i’m just writing footballers!!

𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗶𝘁, 𝗶𝗺 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 .ᐟ

[savinggracee]

- ', 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ꒱ ↷

injury

 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙡𝙚

𝙙𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙜𝙤𝙖𝙡𝙨

[savinggracee]

۶ৎ WELCOME TO MY MASTERLIST !

1. 𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙡

[savinggracee]

Oh em gee you're so talented I love your writing !!

ahhh thank you soo much it means a lot!! 🤍

[savinggracee]

yall better hurry up with these lamine fics because i’ve read them ALL 😭

[savinggracee]

U WRITE SOOOO WELL OMG QUEEN 😋😋 happy i found ur acc!!!❤️‍🩹

OMG THANK YOUUU IM SO HAPPY YOU’RE HERE 🤗