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helen-with-an-a · 2 months ago

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Hello, I hope you’re fine! 🤗

I kind of have an request/idea. It’s not very detailed but I’ve read a lot of fics where it’s like: r is (best) friends with player and secretly in love with them, and the whole team is like „it’s so obvious she likes you back“. I always wonder how it would be if the players feelings aren’t obvious? Like from an outsider point of view it actually seems like the player doesn’t reciprocate r’s feelings and only wants to be friends? Even though that’s not true. More or less angst with a happy ending. Hope that makes sense 😅

Totally okay of your not into this „idea“ ofc!! Thanks :)

Something's Different

So I definitely changed this but I really like how it turned out and I hope you do too. I think this still kinda fits what you were after tho.

Georgia Stanway x Reader

Description: Something is definitely different with Georgia and Keira is trying to figure out what

Keira stared at her best friend, her brows furrowing. Something was different about Georgia today. She looked the same – her familiar smooth ponytail and bright smile, her laughter still rang with the same infectious energy. Yet there was something off, a subtle shift that Keira couldn't quite place.

“Kei?” Leah called, her concern growing for her ginger friend as she studied Georgia. “Keira?” she tried again.

“Something’s different,” Keira stated matter-of-factly.

“Huh?” Leah asked, confused. The blonde looked from Keira to Georgia and back, trying to see something that only Keira could spot.

“Something’s different with Gee,” Keira reiterated.

“Is there?” Leah turned her head, scrutinising Georgia.

Georgia stood in front of her cubby; one foot propped against the wooden bench as she reached to tie her shoelaces. You were next to her, of course, one leg drawn up to your chest, your hands busy fiddling with your boots while the two of you were deep in conversation, eyes locked on each other. The world around you faded into a blur as if nothing else mattered but Georgia.

“She looks the same to me,” Leah concluded, her tone dismissive.

“Something’s different,” Keira mumbled again, her eyes narrowing as she studied Georgia more intently. There was a lightness to her movements, a glow to her skin, as if she had discovered something that had shifted her perspective on the world.

You laughed loudly at something Georgia had said, the sound infectious and bright. Georgia joined in a moment later, her laughter harmonising perfectly with yours, both of you moving in sync as you gathered your belongings for training.

“Maybe it’s just me,” Keira murmured, unable to shake the feeling that something was different with her best friend.

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The canteen buzzed with the chatter. The Lionesses were always a noisy bunch, but Keira's focus was solely on you. You sat with the City players, Georgia sat right next to you like always.

“Keep frowning, and your face will stay like that,” Lucy teased, walking up to Keira, her playful tone cutting through Keira’s concentration.

“Something’s different,” Keira explained, her voice barely above a whisper as she kept her eyes trained on you, her eyebrows scrunching concern.

“About who?” Lucy asked, her expression shifting as her eyes darted around the room, searching for any sign of what might be out of the ordinary.

“Gee,” Keira replied.

“Not this again,” Leah chimed in, spinning around to face them with an exaggerated sigh, her own gaze following Keira’s to the table.

“What?” Lucy asked, clearly confused by the sudden shift from Leah

“She was banging on about this the other day,” Leah elaborated, rolling her eyes in frustration. “She’s convinced something’s different with Gee.”

“Nothing seems wrong,” Lucy commented, her head tilting to the side.

“That’s ‘cause you’re bloody blind,” Keira shot back, pursing her lips in irritation. “Something is definitely different with Gee.” The words hung in the air like a challenge, daring Lucy to say differently.

Leah and Lucy exchanged glances, unsure of how to respond. “What do you mean?” Leah pressed, trying to understand.

“It’s like… I don’t know, she’s just different. I can’t put my finger on it, but it feels like she’s–” Keira hesitated, searching for the right words. “Like she’s just come into her own or something.”

“You mean more confident?” Lucy suggested.

“Maybe, but it’s more than that. It’s like she’s … glowing. I don't know.” Keira’s gaze softened as she watched Georgia animatedly gesturing, the sunlight catching the strands of her hair, making them glimmer.

“Okay, I’ll bite,” Lucy said. “What if she really has changed? People do grow, you know.”

“Yeah, but this feels different, like she’s been given permission to be whoever she wants to be,” Keira murmured, unable to shake the feeling that something monumental was unfolding right before her eyes.

You were leaning imperceptibly closer to Georgia, your body angled just enough to catch every word she was saying over the shouts of laughter. The bustling noise faded into a background hum as you focused entirely on her, tilting your head slightly to catch her voice. Your smile grew broad in response to something Georgia had whispered in your ear. Georgia’s own smile mirrored yours, lighting up her face in a way, her eyes shimmering.

In that moment, the two of you existed in a world of your own making, where shared jokes and whispers held a special kind of magic. Georgia opened her mouth as if to say something more, her eyes sparkling with excitement and mischief, but the moment was abruptly interrupted when someone called your name from across the room. Georgia looked up instinctively at your name. You waited a moment longer, letting your eyes scan over Georgia's face before turning to see who had called you. When you were suitably distracted, Georgia looked back to you, her eyes tracing lines over your face, as if checking everything was still ok.

Keira narrowed her eyes, determined to store this information away for later.

As you turned back to Georgia, your expression still bright from the conversation, Keira felt a twinge of something – protectiveness, maybe? She couldn’t quite pinpoint it, but it was clear that whatever was happening between you and Georgia was significant.

-----

Keira jumped as the door to her and Georgia’s shared bedroom slammed shut, the sudden noise reverberating through the small space like a thunderclap. Georgia stormed past her, anger radiating off her in waves, before launching herself onto her bed with a heavy thud. The mattress groaned under the sudden impact.

“Gee?” Keira ventured cautiously, not wanting to provoke her friend further.

“What?” Georgia huffed, her voice tight as she turned her back to Keira.

“You good?” Keira asked, her tone gentle.

“Yup,” Georgia replied. She popped the ‘p’ with emphasis, a gesture that conveyed more than her words ever could. It told Keira everything she needed to know about Georgia’s current mood – one that was anything but fine.

“Wanna talk about it?” Keira offered, her heart aching for her friend.

“Nope,” Georgia shot back, popping the 'p' again, her voice flat as she whipped out her phone, fingers flying over the screen.

Keira let out a small sigh. “I’ll be here if you want to,” she said softly, a sympathetic smile tugging at her lips.

For a moment, Keira sat in silence, watching Georgia scroll through her phone, a storm brewing just beneath the surface. As the seconds ticked by, the air in the room felt thick with unspoken tension, a stark contrast to the usually light-hearted atmosphere they shared. Keira’s mind raced, filled with questions. Was it something that happened at in training? A falling out with someone? Or perhaps something deeper, something that had been simmering for a while?

“Well, if you what to, I'm here,” Keira mumbled, turning to gather her bits for a shower.

-----

“Obi said he was nice,” you commented to Millie, looking up at her with an unsure smile, hoping she’d have some magic solution to your problem. Obi’s glowing recommendation had made the whole thing sound almost too good to pass up, but deep down, you felt uneasy.

“Yeh, but do you actually want to go on a date with him?” Millie countered, crossing her arms and giving you a knowing look. You winced at her tone.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair, your thoughts running a mile a minute. The truth was, you didn’t want to go. The idea of it made your heart sink. There was only one person you wanted to spend time with, to share a laugh or a quiet moment, to go on dates and kiss until your heart was content ... and that person certainly wasn’t interested in you.

Millie watched you, her eyes softening. “Look, the way I see it,” she began gently, “if you do go on a date with this dude, and you’re not really into it, that’s kind of leading him on, isn’t it? And that’s not fair to either of you.”

You sighed again, the weight of your dilemma pressing down on your shoulders. “Yeah, I know. I don’t want to hurt him or make things awkward. But…” You paused, struggling to put your feelings into words. “Going on a date with someone else is the only way I can think of getting over her.”

Millie’s face softened with a look of understanding, and she nodded. “Ahhh, mystery girl,” she said, her voice laced with amusement. She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, a grin spreading across her face.

“Oh, shut up,” you groaned, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks as you whined.

“I’m just saying!” Millie teased, nudging you with her elbow. “Whoever she is, she's got you down baaaad.” She chuckled, giving you a sympathetic look. “But honestly, have you ever thought about, oh, i don't know … telling her how you feel?”

You shook your head quickly, laughing a little too loudly. “No way. She’s way out of my league. Besides, I don’t want to mess things up and make it all awkward.” Your eyes drifted subconsciously over to the familiar sight of Georgia walking through the hallway, her brown-blonde ponytail swaying gently with each step. She walked in stride beside Leah and Lucy, her shoulders slumped slightly.

You felt a pang in your chest. Georgia had been pulling away from you since last night. You weren't sure why or what the cause was, but her answers were short, she refused to sit next to you at breakfast and lunch, and during training, she had all but run away from you when you turned to her for a partner.

Millie tilted her head, her expression softening. “You never know,” she said gently., pulling your attention back to her. “Sometimes, the things we think are impossible aren’t so impossible after all. Maybe she’d surprise you.”

You rolled your eyes, pretending not to consider her words, even though they tugged at something deep inside you. Part of you wished Millie was right, that a confession wouldn’t ruin everything. But the way Georgia was acting right now made you think differently. Maybe keeping it a secret was for the best.

Keira watched you from over her coffee. She was just close enough to hear the conversation if she concentrated hard enough. She had watched the way you bit your lip as you studied Georgia, a nervous expression on your face.

A date back in Germany? A mystery girl that had your heart?

Keira took a slow sip of her coffee, her eyes narrowing slightly as she pieced things together. She had been observing you for a while now – your stolen glances toward Georgia, the way your shoulders tensed every time her name came up in conversation, and, of course, your slight blush whenever Georgia happened to walk by. This “mystery girl” wasn’t much of a mystery to Keira anymore.

Her mind flashed back to all the subtle hints: the way you perked up whenever Georgia entered a room, or how you seemed to find an excuse to be near her, no matter the situation. She knew you and Georgia were close. You lived together in Munich, Georgia had not-so-subtly followed you out to the Bundesliga, you were like Lessi and Tooney - always together, it was weird whenever you weren't together.

“Got something on your mind, Kei?” Mary asked, having noticed the far-off look in Keira’s eyes.

Keira snapped back to the present, offering Mary a nonchalant smile. “Just thinking … how some people are a bit oblivious.”

-----

“Gee, please,” you begged, feeling your heart twist painfully as Georgia stormed into the empty changing room, her face flushed with a mix of frustration and hurt. She wouldn’t even look at you as she strode over to her locker.

“If you want to go on a date so badly, just do it!” she shouted, yanking her locker open with such force it banged against the wall.

You stood frozen for a moment, her words echoing in your head, sharp and bitter. “But why are you angry?” you asked, your voice trembling as you tried to keep yourself from crying. Georgia’s silence was deafening, broken only by the sounds of her furious movements as she tossed items aside. She didn’t respond, just huffed in irritation.

��Please, Gee,” you tried again, voice barely above a whisper. But Georgia’s only response was to grab something from her locker with far too much force, her expression hardening as if she were putting up every wall she could muster.

“No! Just go on that bloody date, will you?” she snapped, refusing to meet your gaze.

You felt a tear roll down your cheek, the hurt of her dismissal cutting deep. “But you’re mad at me. Gee, please. I don’t understand.”

Georgia’s jaw clenched, her shoulders tense as if she were holding back a torrent of words she couldn’t control. “No, I’m not,” she replied tersely, but the lie was as see-through as a window.

“For fuck’s sake, Gee,” you said, the crack in your voice betraying the heartbreak you felt. “You’re my best friend. We live together, for Christ’s sake. I know when you’re mad at me.”

At that, Georgia whirled around, her gaze blazing as she finally locked eyes with you, her expression a mix of anger and raw vulnerability that you hadn’t seen before.

“You want to know why I’m mad? Huh?” she demanded, her voice strained, holding back something too big to contain. You nodded, feeling your own breath catch as you steadied yourself, bracing for whatever was coming.

“I’m mad because it should be me." Her voice broke as the words tumbled out in a rush, a wave of a confession she couldn’t take back. “I should be the one to take you on dates. I should be the one who gets to kiss you and hold your hand. I should be the one who brings you flowers just because and makes you your favourite meal after training.” Her voice wavered, but her eyes held steady, piercing into yours with a fierce intensity. “Me! Not him. Me!”

She took a shaky breath, her expression softening just enough for you to see the pain beneath her anger. “And I can’t do any of that because… because you’re not mine. You never have been.” Her voice dropped to a whisper.

You stood there, her words crashing over you, and for a moment, you couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t even breathe. You wanted to reach out, to touch her, to somehow convey that she’d been wrong all along – that she didn’t need permission, that she already had a hold on you far deeper than she realised.

Your voice finally returned, soft and trembling. “Gee… I ... I didn't know.”

“Well, now you do,” she murmured, barely able to meet your gaze as she shrugged. You stepped closer, closing the space between you, feeling your heart race as you reached for her hand, testing the waters.

“I've always been yours,” you whispered, lifting her chin so that she’d look at you. “I don’t want him, Gee. I've never wanted anyone else. I only want you.”

Georgia’s breath caught, her eyes widening as the reality of your words sank in. Slowly, her expression softened, the anger melting away, replaced by something gentler, something fragile and fresh.

"Y-you do?"

"Of course, I do. Ever since we rocked up to City on that first day and we were both batshit terrified. I ... I love y-"

Lips met yours in a frantic moment. As sweet as sugar, Georgia let her fingers glide into your hair as you gripped her shirt tightly.

"Can I take you for lunch when we get back to Munich?" Georgia whispered when you parted, her eyes still shut, a ghost of a smile on her lips.

"As long as I can take you for dinner," you smiled back, leaning up to kiss her again.

-----

The door to their shared bedroom slammed shut again, but this time the atmosphere was completely different. There was no angry huffing, no frustrated muttering under her breath. Instead, Georgia practically glided across the room, throwing herself onto her bed with an energy Keira could only describe as … gleeful.

Keira tilted her head, watching Georgia with mounting curiosity as her friend landed on the bed and rolled onto her back, phone in hand, her thumbs moving at lightning speed across the screen. A small, knowing smirk played on Keira’s lips as she took in the scene, noting the way Georgia’s eyes sparkled with a new kind of light, her cheeks flushed with something decidedly un-angry.

“Gee?” Keira asked, bewilderment and amusement lacing her tone.

“What?” Georgia replied absently, barely looking up from her phone.

“You good?” Keira pressed, raising an eyebrow, trying to hide the grin threatening to break through.

Georgia finally looked up, just enough to reveal the unmistakable giddiness etched into her features. “Yep,” she said with a huge smile, her gaze flicking back to her phone as she tapped out another message. A soft giggle escaped her, and she bit her lip to stifle it, but it was too late – Keira had noticed everything.

“Want to talk about it?” Keira asked, her voice deliberately casual as she perched on the edge of her bed across from Georgia, arms crossed in curiosity.

“Nope,” Georgia replied, her face lighting up again as she read the latest message, a quiet laugh bubbling from her lips. She seemed almost oblivious to Keira’s questioning gaze, too lost in whatever – or whoever – was on the other side of her screen.

Keira watched her with a mixture of fondness and amusement, unable to hold back a smile as Georgia’s laughter filled the room, soft but genuine. She knew better than to push; whatever Georgia was holding close, she’d share in her own time.

“I’ll be here if you want to,” Keira said softly, a knowing smile creeping across her face as she settled back against her pillows. Georgia didn’t respond, too lost in her world of giddy texting, but the slight blush on her cheeks told Keira all she needed to know.

Something was definitely different with Georgia.

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meazalykov · 10 months ago

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jamal musiala is in love

jamal musiala x reader headcannons

warning: 18+ nsfw mentions

❀⋆ Jamal was pulled to you the moment he laid eyes on you. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you since he found you stunning. I can imagine this being at a party or event setting. He asks Alphonso or Tel if they’ve known you, but both of them don’t. Eventually, he gets the courage to walk up to you and engage in a conversation with you since he realizes that none of his close teammates know you well enough to be his wingman.

❀⋆ He is not the person that will move quickly into a relationship with you. The starboy is too focused on football to make you a priority just shortly after he met you. This doesn’t mean that he doesn’t care about you or doesn’t want to be with you. He knows he wants to be with you, but Jamal is patient, doesn’t want to rush things, and knows good things take time.

❀⋆ A year after the two of you met for the first time, he asks you to be his girlfriend. You were shocked, as you started to slowly lose hope that he would want a relationship while he focused on his football career. He promised you that he likes you a lot and does have time outside of Bayern to spend time with you, since you both live in Munich.

❀⋆ The Bayern Munich star is secretive and reserved. He doesn’t want the media to get a hold of his relationship with you. He loves you so much and shows you off on his small private account with his close friends and family who follow, but he knows what the public could do to relationships.

❀⋆ This doesn’t mean that the media will never get a hold of it. One day, a German gossip reporter posted to instagram that they’ve received a tip on the relationship between the both of you. Other gossip pages tagged along with this rumor. You’re an influencer who gained a huge following from (your favorite interest) so people immediately shipped the two of you and couldn’t believe it.

❀⋆ Jamal is obsessed with you and is your number one supporter (and vice versa). He always texts you goodmorning/goodnight, brushes/combs your hair, compliments you, loves massaging your feet and hands, he cooks your favorite foods, loves cuddling with you, applies your skincare on your face when you’re too tired to do so, and helps you put your jacket on when you’re heading to an event with him. Clearly, Jamal's love language is acts of service and quality time.

❀⋆ When you’ve met his mother for the first time, six months after becoming his girlfriend, she loved you like her second daughter. You’ve engaged in daily conversations with her about things that reminded her of you, you visited her by yourself without Jamal sometimes, and the two of you engaged in things like going shopping, getting manicures, and more fun activities. Jamal appreciates your close relationship with his mom because he prioritizes his family too and wants you involved with them.

❀⋆ Jamal loves wearing the clothing brand Supreme. You’ve noticed this throughout your relationship with him, since he has an interesting choice in fashion. For two weeks, you went to New York City to visit your best friends who didn’t live in Munich. Throughout this time, you’ve missed him so much.

❀⋆ One day in the city, you walked along the street with your friends and saw a Supreme store. Your eyes light up and you’ve pulled your friends into the store with you. The two girls were confused about your actions since you didn’t wear Supreme at all. Once they’ve noticed that you’re shopping for men’s clothes, they’ve realized what you’re doing. You went back to Germany and gave Jamal all of the stuff you’ve gotten him.

❀⋆ “Awe baby you shouldn’t have” he softly spoke as his soft lips made contact with your forehead.

❀⋆ “But I wanted to!” You blushed as you gave him a tight hug.

❀⋆ The both of you have a healthy sex life that is driven with love and affection. The first time you’ve both had sex, the two of you were drunk off of beer (#Germany). At first, you felt ashamed since this happened before things were official between the two of you. You were nervous that he would’ve left you since many people had that stereotype about footballers. However, he reassured you that he was head-over-heels for you and isn’t leaving you. The both of you started having sex regularly shortly after the relationship was official. The boy goes crazy at the sight of you bended over in-front of him, your droopy eyes as his face is in-between your legs, and your lips struggling to kiss his during missionary due to moaning.

❀⋆ The king of aftercare. He will never leave you to fend for yourself after making you finish. He loves running a bath for the both of you where he sits behind you, he will give you nice cold water to drink, and he does his best to take care of you.

❀⋆ Jamal is motivated when he's playing for Bayern. However, he goes crazy when he sees you in the crowd watching him. He believes that you’re a good luck charm and loves seeing you have his name and number on your back during the times you wear his jersey.

❀⋆ He is obsessed with kisses. He could fall asleep feeling your lips kiss over his forehead, cheeks, lips, and neck. He can’t get enough of you. It's the same way you’re obsessed with his arms and hair.

❀⋆ Jamal would trade the world for your happiness. He loves you and you two have a great long life together <3

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