#Jamal

[sanastasia]

A little stroll in the city of Jabasan

[markkiatocafe]

johnjaemark roommate texts

𖠚 warnings: quite a bit of cursing (“damn,” “sybau ts pmo,” “ass,” “fuck”), mention of period products (tampons), mentions of a cold (idk if this rlly warrants a warning but uhhhh yeah)

𖠚 synop: johnjaemark being typical men…. basically

𖠚 pairing: she/her!reader x roommate!johnjaemark

𖠚 a/n: this is short but it was so fun to make oml…… i hope you all enjoy this one (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵) its quite silly but im all for the silly stuff!!!!! also i tried to not be too biased with my mark inclusions but uh…..it is called a bias for a reason 😭so i do apologize for that if i put him too much lol </3

[daydreamabout]

3:15 (Oscar Diaz Imagine)

Summary: You're in a situationship with Oscar, not sure if you want to be official. Inspired by 3:15 by Russ.

All I ever tried to do was help you understand and grow

Light the way for truths that if not for me simply wouldn't show

'Less you get somebody else who's on my level, but you know

That there's no one on my level, you gon' realize if you don't

I wish you would own up to your flaws

And just say that you're wrong when you're wrong

Instead of actin' like you're right, then it turns into a fight

Now you're stormin' out my house in the middle of the night

“What's on your mind?,” Oscar interrupted your few kisses.

You were currently all over him in your bedroom, as usually. You pecked his soft lips one more time and sighed “I don't think you should do it tomorrow.” you spoke softly.

Your lover's dark eyes looked at you for a few seconds before he frowned “Don't start this shit again.”

The anger about the same situation started to boil within you, so you got off of Oscar and laid on your back.

“What is your problem?” you spat at him.

The sudden tension in the room was obvious. He suddenly sat on the edge of your bed and gave you an intimidating look over his right.

“I don't think we're close enough to have this kind of conversation!”

“Wow.” You didn't know how else to react. He was obviously refering to the fact that you weren't sure how to label your 'thing'. You cared, a lot. But he was part of a gang and you cared too much about other people's opinions too.

“I think you should go home. ”you let out bluntly without thinking.

He turned his head away from you and let out a dry laugh “You know.... I fucking might!” and stormed off.

***

How come when I love somebody, part of me don't wanna stay?

Every time I get too close, I just start pushing them away

I know, I know

Maybe I just wanna leave before they try to leave me first

Maybe I don't wanna need 'em 'til they say they need me first

I know, I know (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Damned if I do, damned if I don't

Drank Tequila, I can't drive home

Hard to play cool, heart belongs to you

I know that if I show that

I keep my walls up, if you want me then you better start to climb

WoMen who love me aren't rare

WoMen who mean it hard to find

Somethin' tells me that I'm right about you

Please, don't prove me wrong

They say love's a song for fools

We're wise enough to sing along 

“Back off!” you raised your voice and pushed the guy to the side. You were frustraded, ended up at someone's houseparty, drank enough Tequila to not drive home by yourself, but not enough to forget about Os. The porch made an exceptable place to sit down for a bit and re-think your previous thoughts. You wanted him. All to yourself. So you took all your courage and dialed his number.

Oscar picked up after a while, but did not say anything. You could just see the seconds of the phonecall on your screen.

“Can you pick me up?” you asked carefully.

You could hear him sigh into the phone. “Where are you?”

***

It took about 20 minutes until you could see the familiar red car pull into the street. You slowly got up and neared yourself the sidewalk.

The car came to stand right in front of you, but before you even had the chance to get in, your lover already got out. He stood right in front of you and looked deep into your eyes.

“You're in my head.” you said while pointing to your temple. The alcohol was definitely kicking.

His eyes softened and you felt like there was a slight smile on his lips.

He took your hand in his and placed a soft kiss on it “Get in the car, Y/N. ”

You continued to stare into his eyes. “I want everyone to know about us. ”

His face seemed to light up a bit. He pulled you in and kissed your forehead before whispering in your ear “Get in babe, we'll talk about it tomorrow.”

But now it's hard to breathe

I'm not in love, it's just a game we do

I tell myself I'm not that into you

But I don't wanna sleep, it's quarter after three

And now it's hard to breathe

I'm not in love, it's just a thing we make

We're skin on skin, I need this spell to break, oh

But I don't wanna go, and I know that you know

You're in my head like

[usermuller]

[musialasmaid]

Me whenever I see Florian Wirtz and Jamal Musiala:

[writtingsomestuff]

imagine for musiala where you work as a physio for bayern, and jamal has a crush on her and all the guys tease him about it

🩷🩷 love you

OMG you're so sweet!!!! 🩷 love you too! I'm very sorry for being late. I've been busy this past month with my job and college.

More than just a crush - Jamal Musiala

Jamal Musiala x fem!reader Warnings: none ig

Jamal was not very expressive with his emotions, he was rather shy and introverted. He was not very communicative about his feelings or thoughts, but these last few days his teammates, and even his coach, observed how often he visited the physio. The new physio, who was the new intern at Bayern Munich. This was one of the greatest opportunities that were ever offered to her; it is true that it made her feel insecure at the beginning as she was going to directly treat professional football players, and that scared her, but after she met them and saw how close they made her feel, she started to feel more comfortable.

Jamal shyly knocked at her door, “come in” he heard her beautiful voice and he blushed. Jamal cursed himself as he did not want her to notice how red he was.

“Hi” he said quietly, and made his way into the room

“Jamal?” She gave him a small smile as she approached the bed where he was going to sit soon, “What happened this time?” She asked with her eyebrow raised, trying not to laugh as she knew that nothing happened to him

“My left foot” Jamal simply said as he pointed at his right foot

“Right or left?” She asked again

Jamal quickly changed his hand to indicate his left as he heavily blushed, even more, “Left, left”

“Alright, I think a soft message will do – you can sit down” She said as she observed the player sitting down on the massage table “How did you get hurt this time?” The same question was asked every time he entered the room, however, their conversations progressed. No one could deny the attraction between both of them, not even them. The players, the whole staff and even the coach could sense it; it was so obvious.

“Müller stepped on my foot,” He said as he started to undo his shoes. She knew he was lying, little did he know that she watched the training and nothing like that happened. She started to watch them after Jamal caught her attention only three days after starting to work. “I tried to wait a bit but still hurts”

“Oh, really?” She asked with a small smirk that intimidated the footballer, he was ready to lay down but remained sat. She crossed her arms and approached him, Jamal felt his stomach drop and his knees tremble; she was too close. He could see her deep (y/c) eyes, her soft skin he wished he could caress, her cute nose and her unique lips. He closed his eyes and let her famous perfume dominate him. She took all her courage together and for the first time in her life, she shoot her shot. “And, when did that happen?” She whispered as she got closer to the man in front of her, “during the small match, or the running session at the beginning?” Jamal looked at her surprised, she watched the training session.

“No… I mean…” He started to say, but nothing came out. “Is just that-” He tried again but nothing, she raised her eyebrows still waiting for a valid excuse. She held her smirk until the situation in front of her caused her to laugh; all that false confidence soon left her body.

Jamal was confused and embarrassed, he could not understand if she was laughing at him or at the situation. 

“I am joking Jamal, I just find funny the excuses you come with to come here” She told him with her normal tone, “You could have just asked, you know?”

“Yeah… I just did not want to bother you.” He said shyly, “I like you a lot. You are so nice and kind with everyone, you are so soft, and also incredibly beautiful. You make me feel nervous when you are around and I feel like I am not worthy of asking you for even a date -” He was interrupted by a pair of soft lips on him, Jamal was in shock but soon continued with the kiss

“A date tonight?” She asked once they separated, and he nodded. “At 9pm it is” She smiled softly. Jamal kissed her cheek softly before he said goodbye and left the room. Without his shoes.

[stargirlposts]

El Malo

Chapter 3

I sat on my bed that night looking at the moon through my window. Tony is a good man and he loves me and maybe I can love him, but I have doubts. Fuck. I’m such a bad person.

It's been six weeks since Oscar got out. I've been keeping myself busy by working at my sister’s beauty store and avoiding Oscar. And I’m doing a pretty good job at avoiding him, if I do say so myself. I was finally walking home after I finished helping my sister with her store when I spotted Jamal, Ruby, and Monse.

“Monse!” I shouted her name with a smile and sped up to greet them.

“Hey, when did you get back?”

“I just got back today, hey do you know why Ruby and Jamal aren’t talking to Cesar, he tells you everything cause these shitheads won’t tell me anything” She walked next to me to look at Jamal and Ruby with an eye roll. Just when I was going to answer, we heard someone blasting their music and when we turned to look, it was the familiar red impala coming down the street.

Ruby shook his head, “We can’t tell you what Cesar said.”

“Fine, then I’ll ask myself”

She walked on the street and stopped right in front of the Impala, forcing Oscar to stop the car.

“Hey, you crazy!”

I turned to Jamal and Ruby.

“What did Cesar say?” I asked. I was curious to know why Monse was so upset and why they weren’t talking to him.

“Cesar said he hit it” I gasped and turned to look at Monse leaned over talking to Oscar.

“Jamal!” Ruby yelled and Jamal quickly covered his mouth with his hand. He turned to me”, look just don’t tell Monse”

“I won’t, but you know the truth always comes out, I’ll talk to-“

“Hey Y/N! Get in the car, I’ll take you home”

I turned to look at Oscar and crossed my arms.

“No, I’m perfectly fine with walking.”

Cesar turned to look at me with desperation in his eyes. I sighed and bid my goodbyes as I got in next to Cesar.

Oscar drove me to his house and asked me to stay for a while. But I declined and told him I was gonna pass to the bathroom and get some of my stuff, although I left out the second part. I was only gone for six weeks and the house is already a mess. Ugh, men. By the time I walked out, I saw Cesar sitting on the couch and Oscar sitting behind him on a crate, with Monse standing in front of him.

“We can go inside-“ Oscar cut him off by clearing his throat “, But uh if you wanna sit on my face, you gotta put that mouth on pause so I can concentrate”

All of the Santos laughed and he fist bumped Oscar. Poor Monse had the look of humiliation on her face.

“What the fuck? You put him up to this didn’t you!”

“Hey,” Oscar stood up and tried to get in my face “,don’t start shit.”

“Fuck you Oscar”

I was beyond pissed. How dare he try to intimidate me in front of his puto friends. I wanted to release some steam by hanging out with my friends but they were on the clock so that was a no and my mom went to visit family in Mexico, so I’m in a house all by myself . You must be wondering what happened to Tony. Let’s just say he could see I wasn’t Interested and he wasn’t mad. He told me he loved me and he’d be willing to wait for me when I realize Oscar ain’t shit.

I was watching tv in the living room when I heard movement in my room. I could feel my heart start racing. I sped tip-toed into the kitchen and grabbed a knife. I stood beside my closed bedroom door and waited for whoever was in there to come out. My heart sped as the door opened and I put the knife against the throat of the perpetrator. Only it wasn’t, it was Oscar. I let out a sigh of relief.

“What the fuck Oscar? You could’ve knocked on the door”

I walked to the kitchen with him following behind me and put the knife away.

“What are you doing here?”

“Came to talk.”

“ I don’t have anything to say to you’’

“Haven’t seen you with that guy”

“What’s it to you?” I asked as I leaned on the kitchen counter. I watched as he stepped closer to me.

“I failed you a thousand times, yet you’re still mine”

He walked closer so our chests were touching, he held my chin up gently forcing me to look up at him.

“He seemed sincere unlike my flaws, but I’m the bad guy you don’t stop loving. You’re like Cinderella and he’s the pitiful fool and even though I’m not Prince Charming, I’m still the love of your life”

My eyes started to water and I tried to look down but he wouldn’t let me.

“Oscar- please”

“I love you, Y/N”

I felt a tear run down my face and Oscar leaned his forehead against mine touching my nose with his.

[blackgirlwhowrites2k23]

A/N: Inconsistency is my middle name💀. But here’s this idea that came to my mind that I just HAD to write. Also sorry if the emojis look terrible, I wrote some of this on my phone, some on my iPad and then the rest on my computer so the format is kinda crazy.

Summary: You’re a well renowned actress and bachelorette that many have been trying to get at. Unfortunately, you never gave them the time of day. Until, someone comes along.

Possible Continuation: This may (emphasis on may because you know me💀) be a part of series I’m planning on doing. If not, I'll just come back and delete this paragraph and pretend nothing happened.

You have one message from...(Jamal Musiala)

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yourusername: Can’t believe how far I’ve come! Taking home not one, but three. Forever blessed💕 🙏🙏🙈

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fan1 WOW. WOW. WOW.

fan2 W actress >>>>

zendaya Words cannot describe how proud I am of you 🥹❤️❤️❤️

↪️yourusername Love you loads🥹💕💕

fan1 Did I mention WOWWWW😍😍

fan3 Ok, but who’s doing it like Y/N. 3 Back to Back,!?!?! Literally making history🥳😍😍😩

fan4 Y’all peep all the athletes in her likes and comments. I wonder how many are in her dms👀🫣

↪️fan5 Shiiittt. Im in them too!!😭😭💯💯

↪️fan4 Me too🤦‍♂️

skaijackson YUP!! I know that’s right!!💁🏾‍♀️👸🎉🎉

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Yourusername: Party, afterparty, after party🥳🎉

Tyla: The prettiest!!!

↪️ yourusername: And that's what they prefer😝🤩

↪️ tyla: LMAOOO love that!💖💖💖

Judebellingham: 😍😍

↪️random1_Hey Jude??🤨...

random2: The way both Jude and Jamal started following her at about the same time.

↪️random3: Real ones know he's been lurking for a fat minute now!!

↪️random2: Guess I'm not a real one. Who?

↪️random3: Mr. Jude Victor Bellingham

↪️random4: And she's liked some of his pics, even though they don't follow eachother. Looks like Musiala already lost LOL

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The weight of exhaustion presses down on you as you sink into the comfort of your bed. It's been a relentless week, filled with auditions, interviews, and movie filming sessions. The tranquility of your bedroom offers a brief respite from the chaos that typically surrounds your life.

But of course, that doesn't last forever.

Your phone buzzes on the nightstand. You debate ignoring it, anyone texting at this time falls into one of two categories—people who are wayy too thirsty for their own good and miserable haters. For some reason tonight, perhaps out of boredom or a faint hope for something different, you decide to check.

You received one instagram notification from JamalMusiala10

The name doesn't immediately register with you since it's so late and your mind is still heavy with sleep, but you open the message anyway.

You groan inwardly, already regretting your decision to open the message. Jamal Musiala—the famous soccer player that plays for that German team? Bayern? You only recently got into football, so there was still much for you to learn but you're pretty sure that's who he is. You'll stalk his socials tomorrow.

For now, though, what could he possibly want from you? It's 2 in the morning. Again, he's either wayyyy too thirsty or maybe he's a possible hater?

How's it hanging?!?!?

This boy can NOT be serious.

You can't help but stifle a laugh at his attempt at casual banter. Is he a middle-aged white dad?

Wayy too thirsty it is! Never fails.

To be continued…..

[kookiekult]

Everybody meet Jamal the swim coach

JAMAL I LOVE YOU YOURE SO FUNNY PLEASE DONT DIE 😭😭

@hiro--aoki

[lyliesinthevallies]

some old art

[comicsiswild]

Holy Roller (2023) #7

[annahala]

mind games

michael olise x reader x jamal musiala

chapter i / ii / iii / iv

! work of fiction. all characters, events, and scenarios depicted are entirely imaginary. portrayals of michael olise and jamal musiala do not reflect their real personalities, behaviours, or actions.

୨ৎ

olise doesn’t raise his voice. he never does.

instead, it’s the way he lingers on every words you said with his half-lidded gaze, as if he already knows what you’re going to say. depicting as if you’re predictable. boring. and when you laughs, really laughs, the kind of laughter that makes your eyes crinkle, he just blinks, unmoved.

“you laugh like that with jamal too?”

the question comes quiet, tucked between spoonfuls of late-night ice cream and background music in your apartment. he was helping you fixing your kitchen faucets.

you blinks. “what?”

“just wondering,” he shrugs. “you only ever seem that happy when you talk about him.”

you swallows hard, the taste turning bitter.

it was supposed to be harmless. it always is, with olise.

୨ৎ

jamal is warmth. he listens with his whole body. when you speaks, he turns to you like the world goes silent. he remembers the name of your favorite candle scent. the fact that you sleeps better on the right side. the way you gets overwhelmed in crowds, how you hates being touched when you’re anxious. he holds space for you to exist.

but jamal is busy. lately, too busy.

and olise? he’s always there.

offering rides home. walking beside you in silence when you don’t want to talk. he doesn’t pressure. he doesn’t pry. he just is, always one step behind, always ready to catch you when you trips.

“jamal doesn’t really see you anymore, does he?”

you stiffens. “don’t do that.”

“do what?”

“make it seem like he doesn’t care.”

he looks at you, slow and soft. “i’m not making it seem like anything. you said it yourself. he almost missed your birthday. he forgot you don’t like red velvet cake.”

you did. you remembered saying that in frustration, offhanded. you didn’t think it mattered.

but olise remembers. he always remembers.

୨ৎ

one day, he caught you crying in the stairwell as he was going down to the apartment lobby to go to the near café. he lives in the 3rd floor, while you’re on the 2nd.

jamal had missed the date again.

a small thing, really. traffic. he said he’s not gonna make it on time and he thinks it’s better to meet tomorrow instead. you told yourself it wasn’t his fault.

but the tears came anyway.

olise doesn’t hug you. he just sits beside you, silent, waiting until your sobs shrink into sniffles. then:

“you know, you’d never cry like this if it were me.”

you don’t answer. doesn’t even look at him.

he leans in, voice like silk.

“because if it were me, i’d never forget what makes you feel unloved.”

you were about to say something but he suddenly stands up and grab your hand,

“come, i’m about to grab some coffee. can’t let your pretty dress and dolled up face go unseen right?”

you smacked his arm as small laugh left your lips.

୨ৎ

olise plants doubts like seeds.

not lies. never lies.

just carefully placed truths, watered with silence, fed with implication.

“do you ever wonder if you’re just a placeholder for jamal? someone he loves because he’s supposed to, not because he really sees you?”

“you tell him everything, and yet he forgets the small things. do you think you’d forget if it were him?”

each time, you shake your head. tries to argue. tries to remember how jamal held you after your breakdown last winter. how he cried when you got sick and passed out in his arms. how he kissed you like you were his oxygen.

but those memories feel far away now.

blurred. softened. worn down by whispers.

olise never pushes. he doesn’t have to.

he just waits.

and you?

you starts to slip.

[hearts4osc]

Stamps and a blinkie I made !! (It’s not a gif 💔)

[usermuller]

me and my kid in a freezer

[snoozercloneboy]