Hi could you write something about lamine and a midsize fem reader because we do not have enough representation. Maybe she will fear that he could maybe not be serious about her and because he's famous. But in the end it ends well.
Just discovered you, english isn't my first langage so i hope its still clear enough <3
You Could Have Anyone
A/N: My First Non Michael or Jaafar Fic. Thank You For Requesting. Please Follow, Like, And Reblog. My Request Are Open.
If someone asked you what the most confusing thing in your life was, you’d answer immediately with Lamine Yamal. Because there was absolutely no reason he should like you. At least that’s what your brain kept telling you.
You knew what people expected you had eyes and social media. You had spent enough time online to see the comments people made about women. Especially women who didn’t fit into a very specific image.
And then there was Lamine he was young and talented but most importantly famous. The kind of person who could have anyone.
So naturally, when he started showing interest in you, your first thought wasn’t, He likes me. It was more like, What’s the catch?
“You’re doing it again.” You looked up from your phone. “What?” Lamine pointed at you. “That.” “That doesn’t explain anything.” “You’ve got your thinking face on.”You rolled your eyes. “I do not have a thinking face.”
“You do.” “I don’t.” “You absolutely do.” The smile he gave you should’ve made your heart flutter. Unfortunately, it mostly made you suspicious. Because why was he always smiling at you like that?
A normal person would’ve assumed it meant something. You, however, had trust issues.
Weeks passed and somehow Lamine kept showing up.
Texting and calling first. He was I nviting you places. Remembering things you told him. The problem? Was that it only made things more confusing.
One afternoon, the two of you were sitting together when he casually handed you your favorite drink. “You remembered?” “Of course.” Your heart immediately betrayed you. For one stupid second, hope appeared. Then your brain ruined it. He is just being nice.
“You don’t have to do that.” Lamine frowned. “Do what?” “All of this.” He looked genuinely confused.“All of what?” You gestured vaguely. “The being nice thing.”
The confusion somehow got worse. “Being nice?” “Yeah.” “Y/n.” “Yes? “I like being nice to you.” Your heart skipped a bead and immediately you looked away. Because hearing that felt dangerous.
The problem wasn’t Lamine. The problem was that every time you started believing him you would remember the comments and the expectations. The people who treated girls like you as jokes. And suddenly you felt stupid for even hoping. Which was why things finally exploded a few weeks later.
“You don’t have to pretend.” The words slipped out before you could stop them. Lamine froze. “Pretend what?” You immediately regretted saying anything. “Nothing.” “No.” His expression softened. “Y/n please talk to me.” You laughed nervously. “It’s dumb .” “Tell me anyway.” You stared at your hands then finally said it.
“You could have anyone Lamine, just look at you.” His eyebrows immediately rose. “What about me?” “You’re famous.” “So?” You laughed.
“So?” “Yeah.” “Lamine.” “What?” “You know what I mean.” And suddenly he did that was when his smile disappeared. He wasn’t angry just sad.
“Oh.” Just one word a devastating word. “You think I don’t mean it.” You looked away. The silence answered for you. That hurt him more than he expected. Because while you’d spent months wondering if he was serious. He’d spent months trying to prove that he was.
“Y/n.” His voice was softer now. When you looked up, he was already looking at you completely serious. “No games.” Your chest tightened. “No jokes.” You swallowed. “No pretending.”
He moved a little closer. “I love you” you didn’t respond not because you didn’t want to. But because you were scared to believe him.
Lamine sighed. Then gently reached for your hand.“Look at me please.” You did. And suddenly all the teasing was gone. All the jokes and flirting were replaced by honesty.
“I don’t care what social media has to think.” Your eyes immediately filled with tears. “I don’t care what strangers say.” His thumb brushed over your knuckles.
“I care about you and only.” The tears came instantly.“Are you okay?” Lamine immediately panicked. “Why are you crying?” You laughed through your tears. “I don’t know.” “I don’t think that’s helpful.” A tiny laugh escaped you Which somehow made him relax a little bit.
“You really mean it?” The question broke his heart. Because nobody should sound that surprised by being liked. “Yeah I am.” A kiss to your forehead, “I mean it.”Then a kiss to your lips, “Very much.” “Honestly, I’ve been trying to make that obvious for months.” You laughed again. “I thought you were just being sweet.”Lamine groaned dramatically. “Of course you did.”
Then he wrapped his arms around you pulling you close. “You’re impossible.” “ I’m sorry.” “Stop apologizing.” You smiled into his shoulder hugging him back.
For the first time in a long time, the doubts felt quieter. Not completely gone but they are quieter. Because sometimes confidence doesn’t come from suddenly loving everything about yourself. Sometimes it comes from realizing someone else already does. And judging by the way Lamine was holding you? He wasn’t planning on letting you forget it anytime soon.