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Say you Swear pt14

We're nearly there, folks. It's nearly over. This is it. We finish where we started.

Florian Wirtz x Jamal Musiala

Florian Wirtz didn't fall in love.

He watched his siblings fall in love. He watched their boyfriends twirl his sisters round bars and their girlfriends laugh at his brothers antics.

Because that was all he'd ever been. The watcher. The listener.

He'd never experienced that type of love - the love that feels like the ocean, that feels like dying and living at once - because he was him.

The bed dips beside him. He doesn't look up.

He was just..... him.

"Flo," The voice murmurs, a question on his breath. "Hey."

Florian looks up. "Hi."

"Hey, baby. You okay?"

Florian hestitates for a second. "Yeah," He half lies. "Yeah, I'm good."

If he wasn't thinking so hard, wasn't feeling so much, he probably would be just that. Good. It's the only reason he says it.

"Good," the voice says, a smile splitting his face, the emotion bleeding into his tone. "Because I have Chinese."

"You do know I know you hate Chinese, right?"

The voice laughs. "Yeah. But you love it," the voice presses a kiss to his cheek. "So I will suffer. For you. And Chinese, barely."

Florian himself laughs. "Fuck off, Jamal."

The voice - Jamal - stands. "You coming?" He holds out a hand.

Florian stares at it. Thinks, this is the moment I fuck it all up again.

He takes his hand.

Jamal yanks him up with more force than necessary, nearly yanking his shoulder out of the socket. Florian yelps, elbowing Jamal in the ribs.

Jamal ruffles his fringe and then grins like Florian is something.

Florian Wirtz didn't fall in love.

But that all changed when he met a boy with limbs too long for his body and a heart to big for the world to hurt .

~~ ~~

That's that then. The final part. Not forever, God knows I'll have written something more about them, in this au or other, before the end of June, but for now, that's a wrap.

To everyone who read this, thank you. I'd have never finished this without you all.

Until next time.

E.

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Say you Swear pt13

What a dislocated shoulder and a shit ton of bed rest does to a person <3

Florian Wirtz x Jamal Musiala

Jamal can't force himself to think rationally anymore.

Not when Flos looking at him like that.

Again.

Not when he looks like he might finally say something.

Jamal can't force himself to think rationally, because rationality went out the window when Flo kissed him.

2 weeks ago.

Theyd been doing this song and dance for 2 weeks. He's wasted 2 weeks of his life on this.

"Yeah, Flo?" He asks, already bracing himself for a talk about not being gay or whatever.

"I love you."

Well shit. That wasn't on the list.

Jamal swallows, let's the shock disappear on its own. Then, he smiles, soft, a little unsure.

"Yeah," He says, quietly. "Yeah, I know."

Flo blinks. His eyes near come out of his head. Jamal stiffles a snort behind a well timed cough.

"You- what?" Flo stammers. "You knew?"

Jamal actually snorted at that one.

"I don't think theirs a person in the building who doesn't know, Flo," He admits, a bit too flatly. "But yeah, I know."

Flo swallows hard, like he's trying to suck the air and the words back down his throat.

"Do you- do you hate me?"

Jamal stiffens a little. Because he did.

For a while, all he did was hate.

Jamal opens his mouth. Closes it.

"I did, for a while," Jamal admits. "But now? No."

Flo physically deflates a little, like a balloon being popped.

"Okay. Okay."

"Flo."

His head snaps up. "Yeah?"

"Don't shut me out again."

Flo nods. "I won't."

"No, Flo, promise me."

Flo hesitates for a moment. "Jamal-"

"Florian."

Flo freezes. Because he hasn't called him that since they fucking met.

"Promise me," Jamal says again.

"I promise," Flo murmurs.

Jamal nods. Turns.

Then he turns back.

"And Flo?"

Flo looks up again. "Y-yeah?"

"For the record, I love you, too."

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Say you Swear pt12

Did I say Tuesday? Nope, ur seeing things :3

Florian Wirtz x Jamal Musiala

Florian wished if was as easy to move on from Jamal as it was for his first girlfriend.

Because that - his first girlfriend, he means - was easy. It was practically a shoulder pat and a hug.

But moving on from Jamal is far from easy.

Because he's perfect, in every way. He's smart and funny and a whiz at football but other than that, he's Jamal. The same Jamal who smiled at him at the under 14s like he hung the stars, the same Jamal who bought food he despited just because Florian liked it, the same Jamal who tripped over everything and laughed about it.

God, his laugh. Florian drops his forehead onto the counter.

Thomas glances up from his phone. "You alright, Florian?"

He manages a weak, "Yeah."

Thomas looks thoroughly unimpressed. He places his phone onto the counter quietly.

"Florian."

Florian makes a weak sound, half groan and half a plea for someone, anyone, to shoot him.

"Florian. Look at me."

He tilts his chin up, planting it on his arm. "What?"

"This is about Jamal." He doesn't ask it like a question. It's a statement.

Its then Florian remembers what room Thomas is beside.

He heard.

He knew.

"Fuck, Thomas, I-"

"Fucking shut up, Florian. Listen to me."

Florian shuts up.

"Good. You know I love you and all, but I just want to say you fucking suck. Do you know how long Jamal has been fawning over you? 6 years. 6 long fucking years. I thought he was going to combust. He loves you, you bloody moron. And if you can't fucking see that, it's no one's fault but your own."

Florian blinks, slow. "Thomas-"

"So get up off your sorry ass and go outside and talk to him. Fucking do a song and dance. Make it real. Make him believe it. Make him believe you aren't forcing yourself to settle." Thomas finishes with a heave, breathing hard.

Florian swallows the lump in his throat. "Thomas, I can't."

"Why the hell not?"

"Because I've fucked it all!" Florian blurts out. "I fucked it the moment I kissed him. I can't be what he needs because I can't admit it out loud."

"You don't know what he needs." Thomas says coolly. "Get up, Florian. Go, shoo." He swats at him with a hand.

Florian standard on shaky legs, beelinning for the door

"And Flo?"

Florian stops.

"You don't need to be perfect. You just need to be."

Florian walks out without another word, quick paces towards the field.

He sees Jamal in the distance, kicking a ball at Leroy, laughing his head off.

His head turns and Florian catches him eye.

Jamal smiles, a small, nervous thing.

Florian smiles back.

Jamals smile changes to a grin as he turns to Leroy, saying something before running over to him.

"Flo?" He asks, a question in his breath.

Florian swallows again. Opens his mouth and breathes out.

"I love you."

Time doesn't stop.

The world doesn't stop.

Jamal smiles again, a brighter one this time.

"Yeah," He says, voice soft. "Yeah, I know."

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UPDATE

Hey. So bit weird but I'm gonna put it out there. Updates on Say you Swear are going to be slow, and I just wanted to let u know why. It's not because I'm unmotivated or don't like the plot; I love the series and would 100% put all my focus into it if I could. But I can't, because I'm writing a book. A 'published in bookstores book'. I'm hoping to have the draft and editing done by the end of the year, so I need to get cracking, and that means I need to put my focus into the story line. Hoping to have the next part of Say you Swear by Tuesday at the latest, but only time will tell.

I really appreciate all the support I'm getting. It's amazing and thank u to everyone who reads Say you Swear.

Until next time, I guess.

E.

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Not really a question but say you swear is keeping me alive rn

haha thank you !! I love writing it so I'm glad u enjoyed reading it xx

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Say you Swear pt11

gonna say this now, maybe grab some tissues.

Florian Wirtz x Jamal Musiala

Flos staring. He can feel it.

Hes tucked under Jamals arm, blood seeping onto his shirt, but Jamals doesn't care.

Not really. Not now.

Flo shifts again, more this time.

"Flo?" He asked.

Flo stayed stubbornly silent.

"Flo." He repeats, deadpan. "Ich habe dich geh��rt."

"No," Flo murmurs, almost a whine. "nein, hast du nicht."

Jamal chuckles, a daft little sound.

"Whatever you say, baby."

Flo freezes.

Jamal freezes.

Shit, he thinks. Shit, shit, shit.

Did I go too far?

Flo doesn't react.

"Flo?"

"What?"

"You're, a- getting blood at me."

Flo looks down, eyes widening slightly. "Oh."

"Yeah," Jamal scoffs. "Oh."

He stands, stretches, turns to talk to him. "I need to go on a run."

Flo nods.

"You can stay here. Keycards on the dresser, don't break anything."

Flo rolls his eyes. "Uh huh. I'll try."

Jamal walks towards the door, rolling his shoulders.

"It's weird, you know."

That stops him.

Jamal raises an eyebrow. "What is?"

"How little you care."

Jamal feels himself stiffen before he realises he's doing it.

"Thats- not fair."

"Is it not?"

Jamal sighs again. "I'm going on a run."

He sees Flo nod over his shoulder.

"I- I'll see you later."

Jamal nods. "See you later."

The door shuts with a click.

Jamal should walk away.

He should.

He doesn't move.

"I love you."

Jamal thinks it the wind.

"I love you."

Thats not the wind.

"I love you. I love you, I love you, I-"

Jamal let's his head rest against the door. He thinks he'll faint if he doesn't.

"I love you."

Jamal feels tears on his eyes.

"I love you too, Flo." He mumbles. "I love you too."

Jamal lets himself listen.

Because if the only way to hear Flo admit it - admit his feelings, for once - is through drunken confessions and closed doors, he'll listen.

Because maybe this is all his worth.

Maybe this is all he'll ever be worth.

Closed doors and silence.

Always.

Always.

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Just watched my team lose a final, have to go in for surgery tomorrow, but who cares? I GET TO READ THIS

chapter 3 of "traffic light" — green light by lunatic-wirtz on ao3

“i see you”, flo breathes.

jamal lifts his head. “yeah”, he says and his voice trembles. “me too.”

they both step forward at the same time and are met with the dull, unflinching red of the pedestrian light.

they stop.

flo hits the button. once. twice. again. harder.

nothing.

“come on,” he mutters.

across the street, jamal presses his own button, then looks up, still holding the phone.

flo’s heart shatters a little more. “this is so fucking stupid”, he says, half to jamal, half to the city. “just change.”

he hits the button again.

nothing.

he slams his palm against the pole, once, twice, the sound echoing down the street.

“fucking change!”

jamal watches, doesn’t move, doesn’t flinch.

flo feels everything crashing into him. the days of silence, the words unsaid, the way jamal had looked at him that night before leaving, like he was already gone, like flo had already let go.

“i didn’t”, he says, throat raw. “i didn’t let go.”

“i know”, jamal says.

flo feels tears welling up in his eyes, they feel hot and salty when they run down his cheeks. “i never meant for us to end up like this.“

“flo…“

“all i wanted was to protect you from the world“, flo continues, now his fist meets the metal of the lamp. once, twice, three times, four, … “but instead it seemed like i was hiding you.“

“flo please“, jamal begs, helpless like a little kid as he stands next to his own traffic light, pressing the button with every finger he has, each new press sending a new tear down his cheek.

“fuck! fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!“ with each word, flo slams his fist against the cold metal again and again.

“FLO, STOP!“

finally jamal’s voice rings through to him, not only through the phone but from across the street. because jamal is right there, in front of him, only a few steps away, only a red light apart.

he’s just in reach but still so far away.

the light stays red. it stays red like it was born that way. like it never knew how to be anything else. like green was a myth parents told their children to give them hope.

—★

in which flo and jamal learn that love doesn't wait for green light.

—★

can't believe i managed to finish this piece of work...

anyways, i hope y'all enjoy this hell of a ride.

xoxo cece

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Say you Swear pt10

This is literally turning into a pity party

Florian Wirtz x Jamal Musiala

Florians knee hurts, his arm burns, and he can't open his eyes.

Its barely 4am.

Beside him, he can hear Jamal's steady breathing, the dull give of the mattress as it struggles under his weight.

Florian leans a little closer into his side.

Jamal, dead to the world, pulls him a little closer that necessary.

Florian wakes up at 6:19am and groans.

Jamal shifts slightly. "Flo?"

He stays stubbornly silent.

He more feels Jamals sigh than hears it.

"Flo. Ich habe dich gehört."

"No," Florian murmurs. "nein, hast du nicht."

Jamal chuckles. "Whatever you say, baby."

Florian flinches

Jamal freezes.

Florian doesn't even care; that's the thing. He stopped caring last night, when he cried for so long he stopped breathing for a minute.

He just shuts his eyes again.

"Flo?"

"What?"

"You're, um, getting blood on me."

"Whoops," He sighs dryly, the shifts. "My bad."

He leans back to assess the damage. Oh dear.

His knee is scabbed, bruised and bloody. His arm no better, bruised near the elbow, cut near the forearm. He rolls his shoulders; nothing aches badly, so he smiles slightly.

"You're paying for my shirt," Jamal mutters, to no one in particular. The he stands. "I need to go for a run."

Florian hums. He doesn't move.

Jamal looks back. "You can stay here. Keycards on the dresser. Don't break the windows."

"I'll try."

Jamal is at the door when Florian starts again.

"It's weird, you know."

"What is?" Jamal asks.

"How little you care."

He watches Jamal freeze, hand on the doorknob. He half expects him to drop dead from lack of oxygen.

"That's.. not fair, Flo."

"Is it not?" He asks, rhetorically.

He can feel the air simmering.

"I'm going on a run," Jamal says again, to the door this time.

"I lov-" He stops himself. "I- I'll see you later."

Jamal sighs. "See you later, Flo."

The door shuts with a click.

Florian stares at the floor.

"I love you," He whispers. Then, a bit louder;

"I love you. I love you, I love you, I-" his voice cracks.

"I love you."

He can say it as many times as he wants.

He'll never say it when it matters.

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Flo: Its weird, you know. Jamal: What is? Flo: How little you care. Jamal: That's.. not fair. Flo: Is it not?

Say you Swear part 10...

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Say you Swear pt9

No notes only vibes

Florian Wirtz x Jamal Musiala

Jamals been watching him all afternoon.

He's not even sure he's been subtle about it. His eyes have been tracking him for 40 minutes now.

Flo looks shit. He looks like he hasn't slept, with red eyes and clenched fists.

He looks like he's been crying.

Jamal hates that he's the reason for it.

He wanted it. He did. But Flo was drunk and he didn't want it to be a drunk thing. He wanted Flo to kiss him because he was happy and felt it, not because his brain was telling him to.

Thomas is yelling at Flo now, frowning etched onto his face.

Jamal winces when he hears the string of creative curse words leave Thomas' mouth.

Flo watches a ball trail towards him, getting ready to wind his foot back.

The ball slips under his foot.

He falls backwards over the ball like he's ice skating.

He watches his smash against the ground with a bang, a small wound forming on his knee, where it whacked against the turf.

Flo looks hurt

Flo looks like he's about ready to cry.

Jamal doesn't think. He just acts.

He walks over, calmly, crouching down beside him. "Flo?"

Florian glances up, and Jamal can't tell what hurts him more, seeing Flo hurt or seeing Flo looking at him like he's going to shatter.

"'M fine."

"Oh yeah?" Jamal raises and eyebrow. "Don't look it."

Florian rolls his eyes, halfway to his feet. "Get fucked."

"Flo. Come on."

"No," Flo snaps. "Don't, don't 'come on' me. I'm not a - a fucking dog."

"Florian," He says then, because blood is starting to drip onto the grass.

"Just- fuck, fuck off, Jamal-"

"Florian!" He snaps. "Jesus, you're bleeding."

Flo blinks. Then glances down at the blood on the ground. "Oh."

Jamal scoffs. "Yeah, oh."

Then he lifts on arm. "Flo. Come here."

What he doesn't say is : let me hold you and tell you you're okay and make you think I still love you, because I do, Flo. I do.

Florian hesitates for a second. Then, carefully, he steps forward.

He presses his forehead to Jamals collarbone, hair tickling Jamals face.

He just tilts his head down into it.

"Fuck, baby." He murmurs.

He knows Flo hears it.

Flo doesn't mention it.

And neither does he.

Because this - the glances, the side stepping, the avoiding - its what they do.

Its what they've done.

Jamal just doesn't think he can do this anymore.

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Did I have to Google translate every word of this? Yes. Did I love it anyway? FUCK YEAH BABY

need more topjamal bottomflo smut there’s such a lack of em on ao3 :(

... sighs

Privatstunden von lunatic-wirtz auf ao3

„Okay, Downward Dog“, sagt Jamal ruhig, gleitet schon in die Haltung – Hände schulterbreit, Fersen in Richtung Boden, die Linie von Armen über Rücken bis Hüfte stark und ruhig.

Flo stöhnt. „Down- was?“

„Yoga, Bro. Trust the process.“

Jamal schielt zu ihm rüber. Flo versucht, die Haltung zu imitieren – fast. Hände zu eng, Rücken rund, aber vor allem sind seine Hüften zu hoch und zu weit hinten. Die Shorts rutschen verdächtig tief, der Bund verrät Haut und irgendetwas zuckt in Jamals Brust. Scharf, flüchtig und unerwünscht.

Er räuspert sich. „Halt mal eben still.“

Langsam geht er hinter Flo, wie es jeder Coach tun würde. Ganz normal. Und doch sind seine Hände zu ruhig, als sie Flo an den Hüften berühren. Zu warm. Zu bewusst.

„Du willst mehr Länge durch die Wirbelsäule“, sagt Jamal leise, die Stimme ein bisschen tiefer jetzt, mehr Umkleide als Wohnzimmer. „Knie leicht beugen, Hüften hoch, Brust tief. Genau so.“

Flo sagt nichts. Bleibt einfach still. Atmet einmal scharf ein. Jamals Hände verweilen. Nur einen Herzschlag zu lang.

Er bleibt hinter ihm. Die Finger schweben kurz, dann greifen sie erneut – diesmal tiefer, an der Taille, wo der Stoff der Shorts sich gekräuselt hat.

„Noch nicht ganz richtig“, murmelt er – fast nur für sich selbst. Seine Finger finden den Bund. Ziehen ihn ein wenig nach unten. Ganz leicht. Nur, um ihn zu glätten. Nur, um einen besseren Griff zu haben. Die Knöchel streifen Haut – warm, feucht, gespannt.

Flo zieht hörbar die Luft ein. Sagt kein Wort. Rührt sich nicht. Jamal lächelt schief. Kaum sichtbar. Fast verschämt, wenn es nicht so selbstbewusst wäre.

„Don’t mind me“, flüstert er, beugt sich ein wenig näher, die Stimme seidig und schon fast wie ein Geheimnis. „Mach einfach weiter, Baby.“

Es klingt beiläufig. Zu glatt, um ein Ausrutscher zu sein, aber weich genug, dass man so tun könnte, als wäre es einer gewesen.

Flo hält in seiner Bewegung inne. Kein Atem weicht mehr seiner Brust.

—★

Zusammenfassung: Jamu bietet Flo netterweise ein paar Privatstunden an (er ist ja so lieb). Nur bleibt es nicht ganz bei Sit-ups und dem herabschauenden Hund...

Enjoy den Wusiala Brainrot Smut, das hier ist alles @poah10 's schuld, lieb dich sehr dafür. Okay, vielleicht habe ich das ganze auch angefangen, ich vertrage einfach kein Ende der Bundesliga und noch weniger vertrage ich Bier.

xoxo Cece

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Say you Swear pt8

I'm back! Exams are shit, this parts shitter, we move forward!

Florian Wirtz x Jamal Musiala

Florian moves like a zombie.

He looks like one. He looks like he had a fight with a mirror and decided to smash it with his face alone.

He's floating through the day with the power of 2 hours of tear free sleep and 6 cups of coffee.

It's 10am.

"Florian!" Thomas shouts. "Train like you know what your doing, please?"

Florian rolls his eyes. "I am.

Florian can't read Thomas' lips from across the field, but it looks like increasingly impressive curse words whispered under his breath.

Oh well.

A pass comes at him, slow and dragging across the grass like a stubborn dog on a leash.

Its an easy pass. Take a touch and continue the drill.

It's easy.

So of course Florian falls over it.

It's comical: a 22 year old who's been playing football for the best parts of 2 decades, tripping over the ball like a deer attempting to stand on its legs.

He just presses his face into the turf and groans.

Someone crouches down on the ground beside him

Please don't be him, he thinks. Please.

"Flo?"

For fucks sake.

He presses up off the ground with a small sound, examining the blood dripping from his arm, then his knee.

"'M fine," He manages, voice weak.

Jamal gives him a look. "Yeah? Don't look it."

Florian stares. "Get fucked."

Jamal sighs. "Flo, come on."

He pushes himself up off the ground on shaky legs, ignoring the pain in his knee.

"No, don't 'come on' me. I'm not a dog."

"Florian."

"No, just- just fuck off, Jamal-"

"Florian," Jamal snaps, harsh. "Jesus. Your bleeding."

Florian looks down.

Theres a pool of blood forming on the grass.

"Oh." He whispers.

"Yeah," Jamal echoes. "Oh"

Then Jamal sighs again.

"Flo," He says, softer this time. "Come here."

Jamal opens his arms.

Florian waits half a second.

He wants Jamal to mention it.

He wants Jamal to want it.

He wants Jamal to say he's not disgusting.

He goes for it.

He presses into his neck, his knee stinging, blood dripping from his elbow to his thigh.

Jamal just stays.

And if Florian pretends not to hear Jamal whisper 'baby' into his hair, it's no one's business but his own.

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Finished my exams, will be back to consistent posting from here on in!

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Say you Swear pt7

My exams start tmr, will hopefully have time to update this, if not I'm so sorry !

Florian Wirtz x Jamal Musiala

Jamals a little tipsy.

Not the kind of tipsy that makes people text their exes and spray paint walls, no, he doesn't get the fun kind. He gets the 'should I paint my bedroom wall a different shade of green' kind.

Hes halfway through a dilemma about making it to the paint store without being spotted when he sees him.

Flo. Across the room. Sipping a can and wincing at the taste.

Looking lonely.

I can fix that, he thinks.

He stumbles over, tipsinus by damned, and drops into the seat beside him.

Flo doesn't look up.

"Yo," He says, a little loud over the music. "You good?"

Flo nods. "Yeah, fine. Thanks."

Jamal stares at him.

For someone who says he's 'fine', he doesn't look it. He looks like he just had a fight with his brain and lost.

"Hey," He says again, a little softer. "Are you okay, Flo?"

You can tell me.

Flo's eyes flit to his lips.

Jamal blinks.

Your imagining things. Your delusional.

Flos lips on his are not his imagination, though.

Time stops.

Jamal stops.

Because yes, he wanted this, he always has, never put a name on what this thing was, but he didn't want it to happen like this.

He wanted it to happen because Flo wanted to. Not just because he was drunk and his brain was re-wired.

Flo freezes. Then, slowly, he pulls back.

Jamal can see the hurt in his eyes. He feels a pain in his chest.

Flo's can crumples to the floor. "I-I gotta go."

"Flo, wait!" He calls, voice shaky, but it's too late and Flos already stumbled out of his seat and out the door.

It's too late.

He's too late.

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Oh my god my prayers have been answered

chapter 2 of "traffic light" — yellow light by lunatic-wirtz on ao3

every piece of clothing he touches feels like it belongs to a different version of himself. the jacket flo once stole and never gave back hangs by the door along with a note from a few days ago still sticking at the door — “good luck today, baby💛”. he doesn’t take it down.

a yellow light blinks on the coffee machine.

standby. waiting.

jamal knows that feeling.

— ☆

in which jamal is haunted by the yellow light and it's meaning — stand by.

— ☆

yep, took me long enough to write the second verse but here it is and i hope y'all enjoy the little heartbreak with me.

big thanks to my beloved @poah10 for proof reading💛

xoxo cece

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Say you Swear pt6

We move forward ;)

Florian Wirtz x Jamal Musiala

They win the match.

Barely, but they do it. Florian gets fouled, once, twice, three times until he stops counting.

The ref doesn't give two shits. So he grits his teeth and keeps playing.

Jamal scores in the first half. He expects a smile to slip onto his face, but one never does.

He doesn't know why. He's happy.

They equalise. Mistake at the back and the net ripples. Florian rolls his eyes heaven bound and walks backwards to the centre circle.

Jamal gives him a look.

He averts his gaze. He doesn't know why.

89th minute, he gets a half chance. Bit of space, 25 yards from goal. Doesn't think. Just leathers the ball like it owes him.

It hits the top corner with a noise that ripples across the stadium like stones across a pond.

Hes being tackled from 3 different directions. A strained laugh floods up his throat.

He doesn't smile.

He just trudges back to the halfway line and gets in position.

He's happy.

He's suppose to be happy.

Why isn't he ?

Jamal drops down beside him in the bar, clearly a little tipsy. Florians no better. He's blitzed.

Still clear headed but only just. On God knows what can of beer, bopping his head to the music he can barely hear over the noise of people's shoes hitting the floor.

Thomas and Manuel sneak off to a back room.

Florian pretends not to see them go.

"Yo," Jamal says. "You good?"

Florian nods. "Uh huh. Fine."

Jamal makes a sound, like he's unsure.

Florian takes another sip of his beer.

Its bitter. He hates it.

He takes another sip.

"Hey." Jamal says again, quieter, softer. "Look at me."

Florians gaze flits up.

"Are you okay, Flo?"

Florians staring at his lips as they move.

Jamal watches him.

"Flo?"

He surges forward.

His lips find Jamals in a kiss that is more messy moving then love.

Jamal stops breathing.

Florian freezes.

Well done, Florain. You've fuck it up. Again.

He pulls back, the beer can crumbling to the floor.

"I-I'm sorry," He stammers. "I- I gotta go."

He staggers past Jamal, ignoring his shouted plea.

He stumbles out the door.

Whe he said he didn't fall in love, he lied.

He lied.

Because he's fallen in love like fire lights on gasoline - hot, heavy and burning.

He's burnt it to the ground.

Just like he's done before.

And just like he'll do again.

[wusialaobsession]

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