here’s mine? my handwriting is REALLY shit bc i’m in a moving car but whatever! anyways idk how long i’ve been an f1 fan bc i was lowkey born into it…?
tags:: (IM SO SORRY IF UN WANTED bc these are my only moots that haven’t done it yet!) @paucubarsisimp @httpsdana @hearts4musiala
I did the the f1blr 2025 introductory board by @lil-shiro (thank you lil neb)
Tagging, and with no pressure of course ! @blairdii @kolbalissh @shrimptiger @beabnormal24 @chamberkat @strwbrryfire @xxxdeerlordxxx @artchvies @girldriveroscar @isacksteban @finn95o @allphatauri @lain-at-the-gay-bar @disarmd @ellearts
got another request to do this so here you go!! 🤍🤍
part one
summary:: quiet night with your boyfriend.
warnings:: none!
writers note:: starting this off by saying don’t even ask why i’m posting sm recently i’ve been deadass been using this as a crashout prevention so i’ve been writing my mind off issues!! so that’s a bit tmi but yk.. anyways enjoy this! this is also really similar to the hector fic so ignore that!
tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @cherryloveshs ; lmk if u wanna be added!
The moonlight poured through the window of their small Barcelona apartment, its silvery glow casting long shadows on the walls. Alejandro lay sprawled on the couch, scrolling through his phone. His shirt clung to his chest, damp from the shower he’d taken minutes ago. You leaned against the kitchen counter, watching him, a smile tugging at your lips. Even in the stillness, he radiated energy, an effortless charm that made your chest feel too tight and your head too light.
‘You’re staring again,’ he teased without looking up, his voice low and smooth.
‘Can’t help it,’ you shot back, biting your bottom lip. ‘You’re kind of hard to look away from.’
Finally, Alejandro put his phone down and gave you his full attention. His brown eyes glimmered with amusement as they traced your figure, lingering on the oversized shirt you’d stolen from his closet. The sight of you, comfortable, completely at home in his space, made his heart ache in the best way.
‘Come here,’ he said, his voice soft now, almost a whisper. It wasn’t a request. It never really was.
You crossed the room, slow, like you were savoring the moment. When you reached him, he tugged you gently onto his lap. His hands found your waist, warm and familiar, like they belonged there. The world outside didn’t exist. It was just you, him, and the steady rhythm of your breathing.
‘You remember when we first met?’ he asked, his tone suddenly nostalgic. ‘I was such a mess.’
‘You weren’t a mess,’ you countered, running a hand through his damp hair. ‘You were just… figuring things out.’
He chuckled, leaning his forehead against yours. ‘You gave me a reason to figure it out. I was so lost back then, and then you showed up like…’ He paused, searching for the words. ‘Like a light, you know? Something steady. Something I could hold onto.’
Your throat tightened, his words sinking deep. You cupped his face in your hands, your thumb brushing over his cheekbone. ‘You don’t give yourself enough credit, Ale. You’ve always been this, this brilliant, magnetic, unstoppable thing. I just made sure you saw it.’
He pulled you closer, his lips brushing against yours, a kiss that was soft and slow, full of things neither of you needed to say. When you finally pulled back, his eyes burned into yours, raw and unguarded.
‘You’re my home,’ he murmured. ‘You know that, right?’
You nodded, unable to speak past the lump in your throat. The two of you stayed like that, wrapped up in each other, the city buzzing faintly outside. No matter what the world threw at you, you had this. You had him. And he had you. Bound together, unshakable.
Oh and do u write angst (like real heart wrenching angst)
Sorry for bothering u have a nice day/night 💚
yes ofc i can do that darling! just lmk who u want it w and i can always write it for uuu! i saw the marc bernal & fernandez cousins enquiry and i will happily do that too love! 🤍
i’m officially done w my current requests so please feel free to send more !! xx
ღ - WHO I WRITE FOR. 💕
okay so like the title is quite deceiving but also i wanna say like i will write for any footballers or f1 drivers (i love being a tifosi) anywho so i hope this helps when requesting bc i know some of you have been hesitant bc ydk who i write for!! 💓
like/reblog if you save x
- requested!
kenan yildiz fic?🫶🏼 part 2 of the recent mbyy
summary:: your boyfriend is so distant to the point you’re convinced he doesn’t care
warnings:: NO HAPPY ENDING.
writers note:: i’m sorry for disappearing but mocks are the death of me! anyways sorry this took so long 😔😔.
tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp ; lmk if u wanna be added!
You wish he would just say it.
That he doesn’t care. That this never meant anything. That you could leave and he wouldn’t even blink.
Because maybe then it wouldn’t hurt so much.
Instead, Kenan just stands there, hands in his pockets, watching you with that same unreadable expression. Like he knows what you’re thinking. Like he knows you’re trying to convince yourself that walking away is the right thing to do.
Maybe it is.
‘I can’t keep doing this,’ you say, voice quieter than you want it to be.
Kenan exhales, running a hand through his hair. ‘So don’t.’
Your stomach twists. That’s it? No argument, no apologies, just those two words, thrown out like they don’t matter. Like you don’t matter.
You shake your head, forcing a bitter laugh. ‘You make it look so easy.’
His jaw clenches, but he doesn’t say anything.
And maybe that’s the real problem.
Because you’ve spent so much time trying to read between the lines, waiting for something, anything, to prove that he feels this the way you do. But all you ever get is silence.
You take a shaky breath. ‘I changed for you, you know. Cut off pieces of myself just to fit into whatever space you had left.’
Kenan flinches. It’s subtle, barely there, but you catch it.
For the first time, you wonder if maybe he does care. If maybe this is hard for him, too. But even if it is, it’s not enough.
It never is.
So you force yourself to step back, ignoring the way your chest aches. ‘I won’t do it anymore.’
He stays quiet.
And this time, you don’t wait for an answer. You turn and leave, without looking back.
saira i have an idea
what if i send you a joao fic idea everyday until i die (have to go offline)
how about yes! i have a few other fics (a LOT of kenan and cubarsi but i have a draft for a joao one u requested 👅
You gotta give us more dad!joao content! Maybe a fic inspired by the girl dad head cannons you did before! Orrr maybe one where the club hosts a family day for the players!
summary:: family day at cobham and joao decided to bring you and your two year old daughter
warnings:: none!!
writers note:: dad joao has me WEAK so yk im gonna have fun writing this!! respectfully i love this idea yall are masterminds keep it upppp 😍 also ive started to be more organised w the fics so are we liking it???
word count:: 925
Joao crouched beside his 2 year old daughter, Maya, who stood next to him, proudly wearing her Chelsea kit, clutching her tiny football. Her tiny foot tapped the ball uncertainly before she kicked it, the ball wobbling a few feet away.
‘Golazo!!!’ Joao cheered, lifting his arms dramatically as if she’d just scored in the champions league final.
Maya squealed, chasing after the ball, her brown curls bouncing as she went. Joao laughed, glancing over his shoulder at the sound of your voice calling out his name.
‘There’s my star player,’ you teased as you walked up to him.
‘And there’s my biggest fan,’ Joao shot back with a wink.
‘Number one fan? I’m pretty sure Maya took that title as soon as she was born.’ you teased again, raising an eyebrow.
He laughed, picking Maya up and propping her up on his hip. ‘We’ll call it a tie then.’
Today was special, not just any day at training but the clubs first family training day. Players had bought their nieces, nephews and kids, filling the fields with laugher, squeals and the occasional flying football. For Joao, it was a perfect combination of two things he loved most: football and family.
‘Alright, princesa,’ Joao said, setting Maya down on the grass. ‘You’re in charge of warming up.’
‘Warm up?’ she repeated, her tiny voice filled with curiosity.
Joao nodded, taking her hands and moving her arms in big exaggerated circles. ‘Like this. Big circles, like you’re flying.’
Maya copied him, giggling as her arms flailed. You watched, amused, snapping a few photos on your phone as Joao lead her through his own toddler friendly version of stretches.
‘Can’t let my star player pull a muscle,’ he said with a grin.
When the warm up was over, Joao jogged over to join his teammates whilst you stayed on the sidelines with Maya. She watched her dad intently, her big eyes following him as he weaved through cones effortlessly and passed the ball with his usual finesse.
‘Papa’s fast,’ she said, her voice full of awe.
‘The fastest.’ you agreed, brushing a curl from her face.
A whistle blew, and the coaches announced that it was time for a mini game featuring the kids. Joao immediately jogged over, scooping Maya up and tossing her up in the air.
‘You ready, princesa?’ he asked.
‘Ready!’ she squealed.
Joao and a few other players formed an impromptu coaching squad, dividing the kids into two teams. Maya, of course, was on Joao’s team, and he crouched beside her as he explained the game.
‘Okay, Maya, see that goal over there?’ he asked, pointing to the small net.
She nodded seriously, her little face scrunched in concentration.
‘Kick the ball into the net, and then we celebrate, okay? Big celebrations, like this..’ Joao jumped up and ran in a circle, flailing his arms like he’d just scored the most important goal of his life.
Maya burst out laughing and mimicked him, spinning in circles until she plopped onto the grass, dizzy but happy.
The mini-game began, and the field turned into a delightful chaos of tiny feet chasing after oversized soccer balls. Joao cheered loudly every time Maya so much as touched the ball, his pride evident in the way his face lit up. When she finally managed to kick the ball into the net, he swept her up into his arms, spinning her around.
‘Goal!’ he yelled, his voice ringing out over the field. ‘That’s my girl!’
Maya laughed so hard she had to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed with excitement.
You couldn’t help but smile at the scene, your heart full as you watched Joao seamlessly blend his two worlds.
By the time the game ended, Joao was drenched in sweat but grinning from ear to ear. He carried Maya on his shoulders as you walked back to the sidelines, where the families were gathering for snacks and water.
‘Did you have fun, princesa?’ Joao asked, tilting his head to look up at her.
‘Yes, Papa!’ she chirped, patting his head like he was her personal horse.
‘She’s ready for her contract,” you joked, handing Joao a water bottle.
He laughed, taking a long sip before responding. ‘Give her a few years. She’ll be breaking records in no time.’
Maya let out a tiny yawn, leaning forward to rest her chin on Joao’s head. ‘Tired already?’ he asked, his voice softening.
‘Papa… carry me,’ she mumbled sleepily.
Joao’s expression melted, and he adjusted her on his shoulders, his hands steadying her little legs. ‘Anything for my princesa,’ he murmured.
As the sun began to set, the coaches called for a group photo. Joao joined his teammates, keeping Maya perched on his shoulders. You snapped a few extra photos on your phone, capturing the way her giggles lit up Joao’s face.
‘Send me those later,’ he said as you all walked toward the car, Maya dozing off in his arms.
Joao carefully buckled Maya into her car seat, her tiny body still wrapped in her Chelsea kit. Once she was settled, he leaned against the car door, looking at you with a soft smile.
‘Days like this,’ he said quietly, ‘remind me why I play.’
As you drove home, Maya’s soft snores filled the car, her tiny hand still clutching the mini soccer ball she refused to let go of. Joao glanced back at her in the rearview mirror, his eyes full of love.
‘Best team I’ve ever had,’ he murmured, and you smiled, knowing exactly what he meant.
4th times the charm (atp i’m js saying anything) gavi gets transported to morocco for a game, BUT while he’s there thru the shops he sees this BEAUTIFUL moroccan princess and they fall in love 😻🙏
summary: gavi is called for international duty against morocco and finds love in the stands.
warnings: none!! however there’s a slight plot chance that was dmed to me afterwards xx
writers note: i love this idea and don’t ‘4th times the charm’ me mate your last 3 requests were diabolical?? who would read culpa mia but w gavi and snow white but gavis the princess?? 😭😭 also did someone say overwriting 😱
word count: 2k
The overwhelming roar of the crowd in Casablanca’s Mohammed V Stadium was quite deafening, but that made gavis pulse raise even more. His heart raced not because of nerves, but for the fact that he wants to prove himself. Back in the world cup 2022 he scored a goal against costa rica that showed that he wasn’t just another kid from la masia, he was truly a star. However, a few matches later his first world cup dream came to a crash. Round of 16 vs morocco.
As the anthems faded to an end and the refs whistle blew, he jogged into place and let the game get into its usual rhythm, clear chances, passes, tackles and fouls. And there it was. a goal! Perfect goal may i add by lamine yamal. The stadium erupted into cheers as gavi made his way to the corner flag to celebrate with his teammate, not only internationally but from his club that’s always been by his side.
However, this wasn’t just a normal celebration, something pulled his gaze upwards, and that’s when he saw it, her. Throughout the wave of opposing fans, one face stood out to him, a gorgeous girl, hands gripping the railing with her jaw dropped. It was obvious she wasn’t cheering for spain though, her kit and flag proved that inference. Yet her gaze found his, holding it for longer than it should’ve.
Eventually, half time pulled around as gavi made his way to the locker room. But that didn’t stop him from looking for her though. She hadn’t moved from that spot, instead she was stood up, laughing with her friends leaning against that very same railing, but her focus wasn’t on her friends. Her gaze was on the pitch, as if she was looking for something, making gavi wonder if it’s him that she’s looking for.
Pedri, who was standing right next to him, nudged him and said, ‘Focus hermano, she’s way out of your league.’, in a teasing tone, making gavi smirk but no response came out of him. He knew this wasn’t the last time their paths would cross.
The final whistle blew, the score ending in a 2-1 narrow victory to Spain, with players exchanging handshakes and shirts. Even though they had a successful match, that didn’t shift his mind from the mystery girl, his eyes shifting to her every couple of minutes.
After plucking up the courage to approach her, he noticed her still laughing with her friends, her smile lighting him up.
Without giving it a second thought, he jumped over the barrier, passing security and approached her. Some may call him cocky for the confidence but she noticed and found it amusing that he tried to get her attention. Although security refused to let him get any closer, he ushered her to come closer, and she complied, with her friends teasing her.
‘Hola, did you enjoy the match?’, he asked in almost a whisper to avoid attention from others.
She tilted her head, and her lips formed into a smile, laughing to herself and replied with, ‘Even though Spain won? I guess so’ she said in a playful tone, with her soft accent coming out.
They exchanged names however it caught Gavi off guard.
‘Wait you don’t know my name?’ asked Gavi in an almost concerned tone.
‘No, I know your name.. I just wanted to hear you say it.’ she said, her soft smile widening.
‘Gavi’ he said, chuckling, in a quiet voice.
Her friends called her from behind and she glanced back, reluctant to leave. ‘Looks like I have to go..’ she said.
‘Wait.’ Gavi said quickly, removing his shirt, and handed it to her, the faint smell of grass clinging to it. ‘Something to remember this match by.’
She took the shirt, her fingers brushing his for a small second, ‘Gracias, Gavira.’ she said, making his heart race.
There was one thing he knew for certain, he had to see her again.
The next few days in Casablanca was an absolute blur for him, media videos, training sessions and team meeting, but she couldn’t get out of his mind. Her smile, her laugh and how her gaze lasted for longer than even she wanted it to.
That’s when he realised, it wasn’t the match, it was her.
After hours of practice, the team had some downtime before their flight back to Madrid. Gavi found himself roaming the streets with Pedri, just so he didn’t seem like a loner.
‘So you’re really attached to this girl, hermano?’, asked Pedri almost with genuine concern.
Gavi sighed and yet again, didn’t have a reply for that and continued walking.
That’s when he saw her, for the second time, except she was alone in a small cafe.
He hesitated for a moment, Pedri staying outside, as Gavi made his way over.
‘Mind if i join?’ he asked, grabbing a chair from a nearby table.
She looked up, surprised as a smile was spread across her face. ‘Gavi’ she said ‘How come you’re not with your team?’
‘I mean, I was..’ he said, taking a seat opposite her. ‘But I figured i’d explore some more. Seems like I found the right place’
She raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. ‘So you spend your free time chasing random girls that you see during matches?’
He smirked, leaning back into the chair, ‘Only the interesting ones.’
She laughed softly, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the edges of her teacup. ‘Not sure if that’s flattering or too forward’
Gavi’s smile softened, ‘A bit of both, cariño.’
‘Well i’ve seen you play, you’re good. But i’m sure you know that by now.’
He chuckled, ‘I don’t need compliments, but i’ll take them’
She smiled again, ‘So what’s a footballer like you doing in this small cafe in Casablanca?’
He looked out the window for a second, and then back at her, ‘I guess i’m looking for things that matter besides football’
Her gaze softened, ‘And have you found that yet?’
‘I’m getting closer.’ he paused, ‘Listen, I don’t know how long i’m gonna be here, but I want to see you again’
Unsure of how to really respond to that, she said ‘Maybe. If you’re lucky.’ in a mysterious tone.
And that’s when he knew he wouldn’t be leaving this city any time soon.
Due to the weather in Spain, their trip extended a few more days, but she didn’t need to know that.
On the last night of their stay, Gavi slipped away from the hotel and didn’t tell anyone, not even Pedri that he was going back to that very same cafe.
The night air was cooler than he expected but the night life still stayed active.
It wasn’t that long until he saw the cafe again, although it was late, it was still open and a few people were still in there.
He hesitated for a moment before entering again and the owner looked up at him and said,
‘Gavi, right? You’re here for someone I figured, and if so you’re in the right place, habibi.’
Gavi, uncertain by her words, followed her over to the table, where he saw here for the third time.
He sat opposite her, letting his eyes linger on her for a second before she broke the silence.
‘Gavi, I thought you wouldn’t turn up.’, she said, following with the familiar smile that Gavi loved.
‘I couldn’t stay away.’ he replied
And to that she chuckled and said, ‘You’re a lot more complicated than i thought Pablo.’
He grinned, trying to hide his emotions, leaning back into his chair, ‘I’ve been told.’
She stood up and said, ‘Listen Gavi, it’s getting late, I need to get going, and you should too.’
‘Wait,’ Gavi said ‘Can you please see me play again.’, he asked in an almost pleading tone.
She looked back, with an unreadable expression and said, ‘And you think i’ll say yes?’
‘I was hoping that you’ll surprise me.’
‘Maybe.’
And with that, she left.
A few weeks passed by, and the memory of you lingered in his brain. He hadn’t seen her since that night in the cafe, but your time together was the only thing on his mind.
Now he was in the Montjuïc, at a home game for laliga, as the stadium was packed with culers from all over the world as usual. But this match felt different.
As the game kicked off, Gavi instantly fell into the usual match rhythm yet his thought remained on her.
There was a small pause in play, as he re adjusted his socks, someone caught his eye. It was her.
There she was, in the VIP section, her barca scarf tucked around her shoulders.
He froze for a second, his heart hammering in his chest. She was no longer a memory, she was there in real time. Eventually, he snapped back into focus.
The scoreline was 1-1 and he knew that he needed to be the change that he wanted to see, so he took a risk and shot it in the direction of the net, bracing himself for the result. And there it was, a goal to put barca in the lead.
Pablo sprinted to the corner to celebrate and he looked up to see her in the stands with her hands over her mouth in shock. Then she smiled, her face full of pride. He noticed that, and made a small gesture, pointing towards her.
After the match was over, he saw her waiting with security by the players exit.
‘You made that goal look easy’ she said, her voice with a teasing tilt.
Before he could answer that, he had a question in his head.
‘You came all this way, why?’ He said, his eyes searching for hers.
‘I wanted to see if you’d keep your promise’
‘And did I?’
‘Yes.’ she replied with a subtle smile.
It had gotten to the point where they finally exchanged numbers, making his heart flutter.
The next laliga match was against sociedad which was quite a big match if you think about it. He had just completed his pre game superstitions until he received a message
‘i heard you’re not as bad as they say, wanna prove it? 😉’
He grinned, feeling a rush of excitement.
‘i thought i already did that’ he typed back.
‘okay, meet me at the cafe tomorrow.’
He arrived at the cafe as soon as the match was over and he was lost in thought. What were they? He knew they weren’t a fling but he didn’t know what to label it.
‘You’re early’ she said as she walked in.
‘Came as soon as the match ended’ he replied.
‘Okay Pablo, i’m gonna start off with why i asked you to come here. You’re the first guy who’s come into my life with a smile and a promise. But i’m not interested in that.’ she started.
He leaned in, ‘What’re you interested in then.’
‘Something real.’
‘So am I, and i’m not going anywhere.’
‘So prove it.’
And with those three words, the barrier between them was broken.
They went for a walk on the quiet streets of Barcelona, the night air brushing their faces. Neither of them spoke but the silence was enough for the both of them.
He turned to face her, ‘Listen. I don’t want you to go, just stay.’
She looked back at him and said, ‘Gavi.’
He didn’t let her continue because he felt like he already knew the answer to that and closed the gap between them.
Eventually, she found her way into extending her stay and renting an apartment in Barcelona to stay wiyh Gavi
Months past until they decided to make it official to the public, they both figured it out, the fame and distance.
One evening, they both sat on the balcony until he turned to face her.
‘So this is what i’ve been looking for. I’ve finally found what matters besides football.’ Gavi said.
She smiled back at him, realising that this is all she wanted too.
hi!! maybe a mutual friends to lovers musiala fic?? like just a very normal realistic storyline yk. they start by hanging out with a group of friends and then split off a little and blah blah blah 🩷🩷
summary:: basically the req.
warnings:: none.
writers notes:: uhm so this should’ve been posted a month ago. this has been in my drafts for a MONTH bro. i’m gonna go insane this got requested to me almost 2 months ago and i’m lowkey going insane so yes i’ll be posting almost all my drafts today bc i have SO MANY finished. also i’m ditching dividers bc it’s too much work!
tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp @universefcb @mariejuli
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the first time you met jamal musiala, he was just another face in a group of mutual friends. you’d heard his name before, knew who he was, but you had never actually spoken to him.
it was one of those casual get togethers, someone’s apartment, music playing from a speaker, people chatting in little groups, making half serious plans that never actually happened.
you weren’t even paying attention when he sat next to you.
‘so you’re the one everyone keeps talking about,’ he said, voice easy and amused.
you turned to him, raising a brow. ‘depends. what exactly are they saying?’
he smirked, leaning back. ‘good things. mostly.’
‘mostly?’ you echoed, pretending to be offended. ‘what’s the bad part, then?’
‘wouldn’t you like to know,’ he teased, eyes glinting.
and just like that, it was easy.
it started slow. natural.
he was just a friend, or at least, that was what you told yourself. but then you kept ending up next to each other. at dinner tables, in group chats, in the back of ubers on the way to places you both had been half-convinced you didn’t even want to go.
‘we keep ending up together,’ you pointed out once, laughing after realizing you’d somehow spent the entire night just talking to each other.
‘maybe it’s fate,’ he said, smiling.
‘or maybe it’s just coincidence.’
‘or,’ he countered, eyes warm, ‘you just like my company.’
you rolled your eyes, but you didn’t argue.
it didn’t feel like flirting. not in an obvious way.
but it also didn’t feel like just friendship either.
your friends picked up on it before you did.
‘so, you and jamal, huh?’ one of them asked after a night out.
you frowned. ‘what about us?’
‘oh, come on,’ they groaned. ‘you two practically spent the whole night in your own world.’
‘we were just talking.’
‘yeah, just talking while standing way too close and looking at each other like you’ve got some big secret the rest of us aren’t in on.’
you scoffed. ‘you’re imagining things.’
but were they?
the thing was, you and jamal never talked about whatever this was.
there were no confessions. no big oh, we like each other moment. just little shifts. small things that added up.
like the way he started texting you first more often.
or how he’d wait for you when you trailed behind the group.
or how he’d nudge your knee under the table, just lightly, when you made a joke he thought was particularly funny.
one night, it was just the two of you. you were coming back from a late dinner, walking through quiet streets, the rest of your friends having peeled off one by one.
‘you cold?’ jamal asked suddenly.
you shrugged. ‘a little.’
without a word, he pulled off his hoodie and handed it to you.
‘jamal—’
‘just take it,’ he said, smiling.
you hesitated for a second before slipping it over your head. it smelled like him, clean, warm, safe.
‘thanks,’ you murmured.
he looked down at you, something unreadable in his expression.
‘anytime.’
and that? that was when you knew.
it wasn’t just friendship anymore. maybe it never had been.
but for now, neither of you said anything.
you didn’t need to.
until the night he kissed you.
it wasn’t planned, wasn’t some big romantic moment.
it was after another group night out, when you and jamal had split off, walking together like always. it had started to rain, not heavy, just a soft drizzle, and you had laughed, tilting your head up at the sky.
‘this is kinda nice,’ you admitted.
jamal watched you, his hands in his pockets. ‘yeah. it is.’
you turned to him, still smiling, and that was when he did it.
just leaned in, soft and certain, catching your lips with his like it was the most natural thing in the world.
you froze for a split second before melting into it, your hands gripping the front of his jacket.
when he pulled back, his forehead rested lightly against yours.
‘so much for coincidence, huh?’ he murmured.
you let out a breathless laugh. ‘yeah. so much for that.’
at first, nothing really changed.
you still hung out in the same group, still acted like just friends, except now, there were stolen glances, fingertips brushing when no one was looking, excuses to be alone.
‘you two are acting weird,’ one of your friends finally said.
‘what? no, we’re not,’ you denied quickly.
‘you totally are,’ they insisted, pointing between you and jamal. ‘there’s something going on.’
jamal, beside you, just smirked.
‘if you say so,’ he said, casually slipping an arm around your shoulders.
and at that moment, you knew there was no point in pretending anymore.
being with jamal musiala felt easy.
it wasn’t all-consuming or dramatic. it didn’t burn out fast or make you question where you stood.
it was steady. warm. like something you had slipped into without realizing you were always meant to be there.
it was the way he texted you good morning every day, even if he had training early.
the way he always reached for your hand first, fingers threading through yours like second nature.
the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing in the room worth paying attention to.
‘you’re staring,’ you pointed out once, grinning.
jamal just shrugged. ‘can you blame me?’
the first time he told you he loved you, it was quiet. casual, almost.
you were half-asleep on his couch, curled up against his side while some movie neither of you had been paying attention to played in the background.
his fingers traced absentminded circles on your arm.
‘love you,’ he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.
your eyes fluttered open, heart skipping a beat.
you shifted to look up at him. ‘what?’
jamal looked down at you, completely unbothered. ‘i said, i love you.’
your breath caught in your throat.
he didn’t seem nervous about it. didn’t seem like he was expecting some big reaction. he was just telling you. stating a fact.
and somehow, that made it even more real.
you swallowed, voice soft when you finally spoke.
‘love you too.’
his smile was slow, warm, sure.
‘figured.’
and just like that, it wasn’t just unspoken anymore.
it was real. it was everything.