#jamal musiala fanfiction

[i4bellingham]

INSTAGRAM FILES: jude bellingham x reader x jamal musiala

SYNOPSIS: in which you and jude announce your break up and the events that soon follow after.

NOTES: please ignore the errors i made lol i freaking love doing social media au’s can you guys tell? 😍

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📍Bavaria, Germany

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yourusername froh, wieder zu hause zu sein ❤️ glad to be home again

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user1 YOU'RE BACK IN UR HOMETOWN !!!

user2 dortmund probably wasn't such a good place huh :/

alphonsodavies you should visit us at allianz arena soon!

yourusername will do phonzy!

user3 hasn't she just broken up with jude last month? 😟

user4 lmao she's been friends with musiala way before she even met jude 🤣

jamalmusiala10 lass uns bald mit den anderen losziehen ❤️ let's go out with the others soon

yourusername ja, lasst uns! yes, let's

user5 what on earth is happening 🙁

　

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jamalmusiala10 herzlichen glückwunsch zum geburtstag an meinen seelenverwandten. du hast das grösste herz und die grösste liebe für jeden, aber es ist eine schande, dass nicht jeder das schätzt und sieht. denk immer daran, dass ich für dich da bin. ich liebe dich, nochmals herzlichen glückwunsch zum geburtstag ❤️ happy birthday to my soulmate. you have the biggest heart and love for everyone, but it's a shame that not everyone appreciates and sees that. always remember that i am here for you. i love you, happy birthday again.

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yourusername danke, bambi. ich habe großes glück, dich als freundin zu haben. cih leibe dich ❤️ thank you, bambi. i’m very lucky to have you as a friend. i love you

user1 JAMAL CALLED HER HIS SOULMATE AGAIN 😭❤️❤️

user2 atp i think we can say miss girl dated the wrong football player 😭😭

user3 he stopped calling her that (& vice versa) when she was still dating jude omfg my heart

user4 y/n l/n, through the eyes of jamal musiala 🥺

yourfriend lass uns bald zusammen essen gehen! let's have dinner together soon

　

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user1 lmfao that's literally jude and y/n

user2 jude cheated? 😟🙁

user3 man i used to root for them to last too ://

yourfriend just shows you can’t trust most guys these days 😐

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user4 that's so hypocritical of the girl lmaoooo 🤣🤣🤣 miss girl be upset that her famous and well loved man is cozying up with diff girls when she's out there flaunting her flirty ass relationship with her bsf 🤣🤣

user5 you're so fucking stupid harvard’s knocking at your door.

user6 the difference is that j*de did it while he was still in a fucking relationship. y/n on the other hand had been best friends with musiala since they were kids and continues to be the best of friends until now. if she decides to start a relationship with him why not? she's known him longer than she's ever known jude and truthfully, musiala acts more of a decent boyfriend than j*de ever was to her 😐

user7 user6 slay bestie. roast that fatherless bitch

　　　

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yourusername and i still ride with my day one ❤️

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user1 that caption though 😍

user2 date night 🙊

yourfriend looking stunning my love ! 😍💋

yourusername i miss you! we should get that dinner soon when you're back!

user3 after their breakup went viral more football players started following her oh my lord 🤭

jamalmusiala10 ❤️❤️❤️

user4 WAIT ARE Y'ALL TOGETHER OR WHAT ?????

user5 lmfao u forgot jude that easily? 🤣

user6 it's been 7 months bestie move the fuck on

yourmom beautiful 😍

yourfriend2 the audacity to have to look this beautiful 😩

#☆ i4bellingham writes. #☆ jamal musiala #jamal musiala x reader #jamal musiala x you #jamal musiala fanfic #jamal musiala fanfiction #jamal musiala #☆ jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham fanfiction #jude bellingham fanfic #football instagram au

[inejschumacher]

Day 16 of Via’s Taycember

pairing: jamal musiala x reader

wc: 0.9k

cw: mentions of past abusive relationship, slow healing, lack of support system

an: i love him so much it hurts he’s so adorable

Every night was spent screaming, a pain so deep it plagued your dreams, poisoning every sweet escape you’d forged for yourself before he hurt you so deeply. Whereas before you were able to run away to your dreamworld of willows and deer, now they withered away, rotten from the core and out, dying husks that stayed with you in your waking hours, fresh from the moment you woke up screaming to try and escape your worlds. Guarding yourself so much, it was hard for you to let Jamal in.

It only hurts this much right now, was what I was thinking the whole time. Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out

It wasn't long at all after it all went down before you met Jamal, an angel glowing in your hell of a life, and it felt as if he was there to patch you back together, liberate you from this everlasting pain. Every time you were with him, or you spent thinking about him, made the pain in your chest throb, but somehow, it wasn't the piercing pain that threatened to tear you up from within, more an urgency to acknowledge what it was trying to tell you.

So you tried. Taking in deep breath, trying to alleviate it in a way that sought to help clear your mind from the pain and confusion, perhaps finally to understand what exactly your body was trying to tell you.

Breath in. Breathe through, breathe deep.

Breathe out.

I'll be getting over you my whole life. You know how scared I am of elevators, never trust it if it rises fast, it can't last

Whether intentional or not, you now knew you would have to deal with him for the rest of your life, even if it was in your caged mind. It wasn't so much that he’d done something horrible to etch such pain into your mind; it was quite the opposite. How would you be able to get over someone who treated you with such love, such care? Every touch was soft, hesitant, never wanting to hurt. Every kiss started out slow, gentle, letting you adjust to what once brought you pain and heartbreak, now bringing you a desire for love and partnership.

You were terrified of the way you seemed to be rising again, as you felt something grow deep inside you, struggling to replace the seemingly permanent pain, scratching away at it, taking over your mind, your body, your heart, your soul. It terrified you the same way elevators did, when they always let you down each time they rose too fast, letting you fall back into an abyss of pain when they finally reached the peak of disappointment.

Uh oh, I'm falling in love, oh no, I'm falling in love again, oh, I'm falling in love. I thought the plane was going down, how'd you turn it right around

A deep, deep, deep, deep breath. This time you’d taken one so deep, it felt as if you almost passed out. Yet, as you exhaled slowly, bringing the life back into you, your head cleared out, as if someone had pulled out a thick wad of cotton from it. You now realized, you were falling in love. You were falling in love again, so quickly after the last time, and it was why you were so consumed with fear, frightened of history repeating itself. But it was no longer something you could hide. You were falling in love with Jamal.

Jamal, who never picked on every little flaw, never went at them for hours on end until you were well past tears, ignoring your sobs. Jamal, who’d tied back your hair when you forgot to while cooking, gently wrapping it in a way it wouldn't fall in your face and disturb you. Jamal, who’d driven a half hour to pick you up from a sketchy bar you’d been forgotten at by your drunk friends, not minding the disturbance of sleep and driving you home, carefully helping you into comfortable pajamas and tucking you into bed, doing his best to take your makeup off.

Your life had felt like it was going down as a plane did, yet somehow, Jamal had managed to turn it right around, heading up to the sky, freeing you of the once-inevitable crash down below.

It only feels this raw right now, lost in the labyrinth of my mind. Break up, break free, break through, break down. 

It felt so raw, every emotion, every feeling towards Jamal, as you struggled to make it through the labyrinth of sense your brain had constructed as a safeguard to prevent such a thing from occuring so easily ever again. It felt as if your very insides were being torn apart, freeing you of the hold the fear had on you, before cleansing you of any remaining traces of his claws.

You had to break free of his clutches, loosening slowly as Jamal began to replace it, but not with the same claws, instead with softer touches, a sure grip never letting go of you. 

Break up, the first step you had taken. Break free, what you were doing now. Breaking through, to where you could feel safe breaking down in Jamal’s arms, a goal so, so close.

You would break your back to make me break a smile. You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back just like that

Jamal knew exactly what you’d gone through, done his best to understand what it was that would help you smile and break free of his final, desperate grasp. He knew which flowers to get you, when to surprise you at your door with them with a surprise date planned, what sweet little gestures of words and gifts and kisses would help you see how much he truly loved you. He’d break his back if it meant you'd break into a smile, no matter how small or soft, and you finally saw that.

He knew how much you hated that everyone, family, friends, neighbours, expected you to brush off your past and bounce back as good as ever, rather than help you unshackle yourself from the chains he'd left you in. He was the only one who would ever be there whenever you needed to cry or vent or simply needed him to hold you. Which was why he knew how to help you move forward, to love again. To love him. And you knew that too. So you let yourself fall, knowing Jamal was right there with you, and you embraced the freedom.

Oh, I'm falling in love. I thought the plane was going down, how'd you turn it right around

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[cixstar]

So, I'm currently writing a Jamal Musiala fic because I'm so in love with that boy. It's like a teammate's/best friend's sister, brother's best friend typa trope (with a side romance). I really hope I carry it out well and I hope people actually read it. I think this world deserves more Bambi fic content.

#football #jamal musiala #bayern munich #bundesliga #brother's best friend #teammates #bayern münchen #bambi #alphonso davies #fanfic #fanfiction #i love jamal musiala #football fanfiction

[ballsbalb]

just wrote some like. literal pure filth

pretty cool 😎👍

#football #fanfiction #trent alexander arnold #jude bellingham #jamal musiala

[xaelia-au]

fanfictions that own my heart

disclaimer!: i own none of these fanfics, all rights to the awesome writers of them

so when i first joined tumblr i had a hard time to find ff's so i made a list of one's i found and my favs (they're all great)

sometimes there's a second list bc (i have a serious problem) there was just too much material for one post...

also there will probably be some mistakes, just ignore them :)

!this list is ongoing so i'll update it whenever i feel like it (probably never this took me MONTHS smh) so there will be some ongoing series/ oneshots!

formula one / two:

charles leclerc, charles leclerc (2)

pierre gasly

carlos sainz

max verstappen

george russell

alex albon

oscar piastri

arthur leclerc

lewis hamilton

lance stroll

football:

jude bellingham, jude bellingham (2)

pablo gavi

trent alexander arnold

mason mount

jamal musiala

christian pulisic

nhl:

on @xaexaesworld under various tags <3

crying, screaming, throwing up (absolute favorites)

#fanfictions #fanfics #formula 1 #formula one #formula two #formula 2 #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 fanfic #formula two x reader #formula 1 x reader #formula one imagine #formula one x reader #formula e #football #football imagine #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham fic #jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #england #trent alexand arnold x reader #trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold blurb #trent alexander arnold blurbs #trent alexander arnold imagines #trent alexander arnold oneshot #pablo gavi blurb #gavi x reader

[i4bellingham]

AFTER BEDTIME: jamal musiala x reader

cw: suggestive content, allusion to previous sexual intercourse, petnames, sappy couple eugh (jk jk), kissing, (probably) incorrect engloish to german translation bcs i unfortunately don’t speak the language, lmk if i missed anything

i’m a sucker for the morning after type of fics so i just had to do my own 😩 and with our favorite german boyfriend ofc

A heavy weight was settled across your torso, hot breath fanning on your chest as you slowly opened your sleepy eyes, letting the morning light of the sun welcome you with its warm glare.

You turn your head off to your chest, seeing the short mop of curly hair of your boyfriend as he slept soundly above you.

You reach a hand to rub the bare skin of his back, one hand reaching out to run your fingers through his hair which emitted a satisfied sigh to leave Jamal’s lips as he adjusted himself above you, most likely being awaken from your actions.

Not even a minute later and he's rolling onto his stomach, bleary-eyed as he stares at you.

“Good morning.” Jamal greets with a small smile, propping up his left hand and placing his head on his palm. “How was your sleep?”

“Morning you blanket hog.” You greet back with a playful roll of your eyes, teasing him about the way he's got himself wrapped up in your supposedly shared blanket during your sleep.

Jamal takes the blanket that was wrapped across his midsection, giving you a fleeting view of the black boxers he slipped on last night before he’s throwing the blanket over your body and proceeding to wrap you in his arms in a burrito.

“This alright babe?”

You playfully knock your head against his, whining at him to let go of you as your arms began to grow numb from having him partially lay on them.

Jamal laughs melodiously at your protest and instead of unwrapping you from his inconvenient burrito, he actually lays his entire body over yours with your feet entangled together, his face buried on the crook of your neck.

“Oh my god I’m gonna die of suffocation if you don’t move right now.” You pout as you lay helplessly underneath your playful boyfriend. “J, move...”

“Nooooo...” Jamal whines against you, biting the skin in between your neck and shoulders. “This is my payback for the scratches you placed on my back.”

“But that was because of a good reason!”

Jamal huffs as he pokes your sides. “I know... but I still wanna do this for a few minutes because you're comfortable, more comfortable than the bed itself.”

You loudly exhale through your nose, finally conceding defeat as you let your boyfriend lay down on you. But of course his time ran out after an entire three minutes before you're back to wiggling underneath him.

“Let me check your back, love.”

Jamal finally relents after having his own version of fun, rolling away before sitting down in front of you with his back facing you.

Red streaks ran from the base of his neck up until his midsection, some of the angry red lines going as far as inside his boxer shorts and they for sure looked painful. You purse your lips apologetically, leaning down to kiss Jamal's cheeks as an apology.

“Do they hurt?”

He shakes his head. “Not as much as it looks.”

You began rummaging through your bedside table, grabbing a cooling tube from the cabinet before twisting the cap open and squirting some of the blue gel onto your palms. You rub the product across his back, silently taking in the hard muscles that ran prominent on his skin as he stretched after you're done with the cooling gel.

Planting a kiss on his shoulder, you wrap your legs around his waist. “How does it feel now?”

“Feels quite nice actually.” Jamal replies as he places a hand on one of your ankles. He turns his head to look at you over his shoulder. “Any plans for today miss beautiful?”

You stow away the cooling gel, keeping it back inside the cabinet before you leave the bed.

“Nothing in particular no, why?”

Jamal lays on his back, leaning himself against the stack of pillows he had created as a support underneath his elbows, his eyes following your every move as you began slipping on one of his shirts.

“Well I was thinking...” He trails off, piquing your interest as his silence ensues.

You raise a brow while pulling a pair of jogging pants over your legs. “Yes?”

Jamal leaves the bed before he stands behind you, one hand holding the hem of your shirt up from behind and the other securing the tie of your pants with one hand.

“We have training in the afternoon today and I was thinking... if you would like to come with me?” He sheepishly asks as he holds you by the waist, placing his chin over your shoulder. He plants a kiss on your right cheek, mumbling against your skin. “Will you please go to training with me? Bitte, meine Liebe?” (Please, my love?)

Shifting your hand over his, you nod your head yes, slightly tilting your head to the side to meet Jamal’s eyes that was already on you.

“But... we leave after the Warriors game.”

Your boyfriend dramatically sighs, kissing your cheek once more before he moves away to find a shirt and one of his shorts in the closet beside you.

“You really know how to entice me with your preposition.”

“It’s the Stephen Curry effect, my love.” You tease before handing him a pair of clean socks he usually dons at home as he throws on one of his shirts with a training short.

“You literally like Jordan Poole though?” He muses, scrunching his brows before he sees you chuckling as you walk to the door.

“But not as much as I love you J. You know I love you more than I like JP.” You counter, shooting him finger guns before blowing him a kiss and a wink.

Jamal amusingly laughs as he follows after you to the door.

“Well I really do hope my girlfriend would prefer me over her current favorite hooper.”

You hook your arm around his, tip-toeing to press a kiss on his cheek as the both of you leave his bedroom.

“Always you J, always you.”

a/n: guess my favorite nba team and my favorite nba players 😩 it's not very obvious i swear to you

#☆ i4bellingham writes. #☆ jamal musiala #jamal musiala x reader #jamal musiala fanfiction #jamal musiala x you #jamal musiala imagine #jamal musiala fanfic

[i4bellingham]

please a jamal musiala like general dating headcannon he’s barely written for on tumblr LMFAO

DATING HEADCANONS: jamal musiala x reader

CONTENT: lowercase intended, suggestive content, descriptions of kissing and making out, just a general idea of what i think dating jamal would be like

NOTE: tried finishing this for my baby’s birthday ♡ but ey knee ways, happiest 20th birthday to my baby boy in bayern i fucking love you even though you have no clue of who i am <33 also to the beautiful people reading this, enjoy !! and happy jamal day! <33

first thing’s first, jamal is definitely a sucker for cuddles.

LOVES to be the small spoon and he's not embarrassed to admit that, not to you and definitely not to everyone.

loves laying his head on your chest while you play with his hair and enjoys the feeling of your fingers running through the back of his neck because it helps lull him to sleep. it's a therapy for him as much as it is a cuddle.

he loves feeling you close to him whether that may be within the enclosed walls of your home or out in public.

he usually have an arm around your waist or shoulder or sometimes holds your hand in his while you're both out.

cheek and neck kisses are definitely his thing. love placing them on your skin and does so unconsciously often times.

he's definitely getting called whipped, and a simp online by the fans because the numerous pictures about the both of you due to how touchy he is and how fearless he is to show affection towards you despite his seemingly shy demeanor.

speaking of which, he can sometimes come off as borderline possessive especially when he feels like those fools around you thinks they have a shot to shoot with you.

he slams their dreams down by wrapping an arm around your waist and lip-locking with you no matter if it's out in public.

hides his face on the crook of your neck afterwards.

jamal loves it when you come to his games. your attendance is definitely a major contributing factor to his amazing plays.

he's definitely not trying to show his skills off with you watching the game.

and on that note, of course, you have to attend games wearing his kit.

seeing his number and last name being worn by you surely brings a proud glint in his eyes and motivates him to work extra harderㅡ

loves marking you up against a wall while you're wearing it too, or inside the car with you perched on top of his lap as he sucks hickies on your neck or tongue lapping at the inside of your mouth after the gameㅡ

you're definitely one of the first people he goes to after a game ends.

often times reaching for you over the barricade while you wrap your arms around his sweaty body, not minding his situation after a game but you're there to congratulate him and sing him your praises.

you help him cool down after a match by offering a massage, a bath or if the both of you are in for it, a post match session where both of your bodies are entangled in the sheets afterwards.

jamal’s certain that he'll never meet someone as supportive and as loving as you again.

that's why in your third year anniversary, he's already purchased your dream wedding band, safely tucked in his closet as he waits for the perfect timing to finally ask for your hand.

#☆ i4bellingham writes. #☆ jamal musiala #jamal musiala x reader #jamal musiala x you #jamal musiala fanfiction #jamal musiala headcanons #jamal musiala imagines #jamal musiala fanfic #jamal musiala imagine #jamal musiala headcanon

[i4bellingham]

THE PERFECT CUDDLE BUDDY : jamal musiala x reader

in which something as mundane and as simple as waking up entangled in each other's arms can either boost to start one’s day or be a reason to laze around, your boyfriend uses it for the latter.

posting short pieces for now because of writer’s block, i don't like this situation at all 🤧 anyways i’m finishing a request for jude so it will probably be up by tmrw or the next day idk i’m not really sure but it will be posted for sure!

Jamal knows he should be getting up.

It's already past 6 am and the day is not going to wait for him to leave the bed, pause the time itself so he can prepare his stuff for another day of grueling training (which in his defense he actually enjoys).

But really? How could he even leave the comfort of his soft bed when he's got the most perfect cuddle buddy wrapped around his arms like a missing puzzle to solve the enigma that is his life?

You're there, all secured and warmed up in his arms as he nudges his cold feet in between yours underneath the duvet. He knows you'll probably notice the coolness of his skin soon enough and will most likely chide him for bugging you out of your sleep because of that but really, he wants you awake just as much as he is even though he doesn't straight up wake you up.

“Your feet’s cold J.” You mumble sleepily before kicking his feet away, making Jamal chuckle from your attempt of keeping him from your warmth when he plops an entire leg over your waist.

He rubs the back of your head to make up for his early shenanigans, trailing soft kisses on the crown of your head before you're burying your face against his chest.

“Don’t you have training today?” You ask him, patting his thigh that was over your hip. “You’ll be late if you don’t move now.”

“Nah... think I’ll be fine being late just for today.” He replies, reaching over the bedside table to his right to take his phone. “Or should I just skip training today? Tell the team I got cold or somethin’?”

“And for what reason would you pull this lie?”

He taps on his phone for a few moments before he's chucking the device back on the bedside table, shooting you a mischievous smile before tackling you in a hug that had you squealing.

“No- Jamal! I swear to God I’ll kick your ass if you don’t get off me right now!”

Jamal pushes his luck by completely letting his arms and legs go for support, letting his weight fall down on you as he snuggles against your chest comfortably.

“But you're soft, and warm and I’m tired baby... just let me recharge real quick yeah?” You boop his nose, rolling your eyes but saying nothing else except letting him lay on top of you like a sack of potatoesㅡ a fine sack of potatoes.

“But seriously though, are you heading over to training?”

Jamal nods his head. “Yes but I texted the team, told them I’ll be late because someone caught a cold...” He ends his sentence with a cheeky smile, grinning wider when he notice that you're contemplating who on Earth caught a cold.

He thinks it's cute the way your eyes visibly widens as the realization dawns on you about what he did, slapping his back playfully for a good measure before you're lovingly chiding the life out of him.

“No way you lied to your team! I did not caught the cold did I? Why would you lie love seriously?” You huff.

“But I want to spend some time with you... such a good day outside, bright and beautiful don’t you think?” He points at the windows, watching the sun rise above the horizon in all it's sunny glory.

You gently flick on his forehead, rubbing on his skin when he whines about your flick being too painful (even though you both know it's really not and he's just whining for some extra affection), you cuddle him close to you still.

“Or you could have just asked the team for a day off like a normal person would?”

“And have Phonzy blowing up my phone?” He asks with a shake of his head. “No thank you, I’d rather do this instead.”

“But you'll attend training later on the day, won’t you love?”

A soft smile blossoms in Jamal’s lips, most likely done by the familiar pet name you normally call him on a daily basis as he nods his head in affirmation.

“Yes Ma'am.” He nuzzles his face back on your chest as you wrap an arm on his back, rubbing your palm over his shirt up and down. “I’ll leave when the clock hits 9:30 yeah? Just let me lay down here with you... You're so warm and soft how is this possible...”

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[i4bellingham]

GO PUBLIC: jamal musiala x reader

SYNOPSIS: in which jamal's fans finally know about your relationship in a quick series of photos in an instagram post. or in which jamal accidentally (drunkenly) posts your private photos together.

NOTES: never ever letting his tags go dry 😋 here is a fluffy fluff fluff 3OOO for my fellow musiala girlies mwuah 💋 i hope you enjoy reading!

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jamalmusiala10 für die schönste person, ich liebe dich, meine liebe ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ to the most beautiful person, i love you my love

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alphonsodavies wrong account mate haha 😀

user1 wait is that who i think it is-

user2 “we're only friends” my ass 😭 y'all keep on lying

user3 isn't that yourusername 😟

user4 that is her 😭

user5 mate really posted an entire relationship lmao

alphonsodavies is he drunk?

yourusername i can vouch, he is :D

yourusername keeping his phone away for the entire night!

user1 yourusername no bestie we need the explanation now 😭

“Please don’t look at me like that.” Jamal sighs.

You raise a brow. “Like what?”

“Als hätte ich deinen hund gekidnappt oder so...” He moves away from the bed, standing directly behind you in the vanity mirror. Liked I kidnapped your dog or something...

“Du hast unsere Beziehung öffentlich gemacht-” You made our relationship public

“I was drunk-”

“Idiotic drunk is what you were.”

Jamal groans as he buries his face on your nape, already knowing the height of how much he fucked up when in his drunken stupor, he managed to post photos of you together which left the fans to conclude your relationship to what it really is. It also didn't help that the team’s PR manager had been blowing up his phone with multiple messages, emails and phone calls (that were all left unanswered) since last night and was just basically telling him not to do an even more stupid decision than this one.

A drunk mistake it may be but Jamal felt no remorse on how the people found out about your relationship. It's been a solid year and a half of hiding, attempting to steer the media’s eyes away from the both of you as you go on dates, strolls and doing what normal couples do but ultimately needing to cut them short because of the nearing media presence.

Jamal is certain that you're not bothered by him posting those images, but he knows you're more anxious of what the people might think and how they might react despite having an entire supporting shipping fanclub yourself even with the minimal public interaction you've done.

You're both... loved, if you will. There is still some negativity here and there but it's mostly dominated by supporting fans wanting for the both of you to date. So Jamal really doesn't see any problem why he should be regretful to what he has doneㅡ even though it was obviously a very drunken accident.

“But you're not really upset with me, are you?” You turn around to face him, cupping his cheeks and he automatically nuzzles his face on your palm.

Jamal knows you're not. He's just looking for some extra guarantee.

“No, I'm not. How could I ever be upset with you?” You tell him, voice falling into a whisper before you're being caged in his arms.

“Just so you know, I’m not regretful that I posted those pictures.”

And you laugh. “Ich weiß.” I know.

You laugh because you knew.

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“You have very beautiful lashes...”

Jamal looks down at you who was laid on his chest, a fond smile creeping on his lips before he moves to stow his phone away.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” To prove your point, you move further upwards, placing your face nearly close to his and though this gave you a vantage point to observe his beautiful eyes even further, this also gave Jamal the opportunity to appreciate and rever your beauty up close.

He reaches a finger to poke your cheek, chuckling when you made a playful move of biting his fingers off.

“I literally have to get eyelash extensions for my lashes to look good but yours are all natural.” You pout, tenderly caressing the skin of his under eyes. “I’m jealous-”

“But you're beautiful.”

“And so are you.”

Your boyfriend huffs, jokingly rolling his eyes at your immediate response.

“You’re beautiful both inside and out.”

You counter his remarks almost immediately. “But so are you. You're very beautiful but you're also very kind and respectful and incredibly caring and loving not only to me but even to your friends and family-”

Jamal catches your lips with his for a soft kiss completely cutting you off as he gently holds your jaw on his palm, nibbling against your lower lip before trailing his kisses down to your jaw and neck.

He smiles against your skin when he felt you sighing out a breath, relocating one of his hands to grab your waist. He lets his palm linger above your shirt as he coaxes your mouth to open up, sliding his tongue to mingle with yours when you did, he slowly slips his hand inside your shirt and rubbing it up and down your spine. The motion was still present even when the both of you had to break the kiss from the lack of air, foreheads touching as you both heaved in deep breaths of air.

“Bloody hell babe just let me compliment you, yeah?”

You chuckle, nodding your head wordlessly before you're pecking his lips for the last time, laying next to him right after.

“You always do that though, sometimes even going extra mile to get your thoughts across.” You tell him, turning your body to face him. You watch as the golden light from the bedside lamp kiss his features, making him appear more angelic underneath the artificial light. He has always been so beautiful, pity that not everyone can see that.

Jamal kisses your forehead before he's wrapping an arm around your torso, pulling you close to him.

“And I will do it... every morning, every evening, everyday... until you get tired of me and my tackiness.”

“I don’t think that's possible.”

He furrows his brows. “What? You think I can't do it?”

“I don’t think me getting tired of you is possible.” You shake your head, stifling your laugh when Jamal's eyes widen by a fraction, mouth hanging open before he too shakes his head, an amused smile on his lips.

“Well I do seriously hope that you don’t.” He rubs your back, leaning his head against yours as he whispers his next words. “I still wanna marry you someday, mein Schatz.”

a/n: here's a short drabble for musiala to kick off my future posts for him !! 🤩

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