#omar in berlin

[kruemel8]

And that was not even the most insane thing that happened on stage in Berlin.

[xmissemmax]

So Berlin has moved into number one spot of the tour. The energy in that room 💜 getting to meet such lovely people 💜 the vocals 💜 the dancing 💜 what a night.

[dreamyelectronicmusic]

Watching my videos from last night and I didn't notice that he sang "if I die tonight then I die happily with your eyes on me," not hands???!!! I'm feeling so normal about this

[skibasyndrome]

Intro + Omar singing Bye Bye in Berlin, 02/03/2025

[omarrudbergarchive]

[iloveallmyships]

If anyone has a VIP ticket for Omar‘s concert in Berlin that they can‘t use anymore I would love to buy it from them 🥺 I know chances are slim but maybe i‘m lucky

[yr-thisisnotfake]

via GQ Germany IG

[dreamyelectronicmusic]

Berlin was such an incredible night, thank you to everyone who made it so special, I loved meeting you all 💜💜💜💜

[skibasyndrome]

no comment 🫣

[missmeganlee]

The winner of the Omar Rudberg Outfit Battle: Green Edition is

VMAN Photo shoot!

[thommi-tomate]

Bundesliga teams and their most influential goal providers

Union Berlin: Robin Gosens, Aissa Laidouni and Kevin Behrens

They have a rate of 36.4% , 11 collaborations between the 3

Bayer Leverkusen: Victor Boniface

Boniface's participation rate is 40.7%, he has been involved in 11 of the team's 27 goals.

Eintracht Frankfurt: Omar Marmoush

He was involved in 5 of Frankfurt's 12 goals, scoring at a rate of 41.7%.

Borussia Dortmund: Julian Brandt

Jule helped with 9 of Dortmund's 20 goals, 45% for him.

Bayern München: Harry Kane

Harold has contributed to 50% of the team's goals

VfB Stuttgart: Serhou Guirassy

Guirassy scores 15 contributions and obtains 55.56%.

[omarrudbergarchive]

[enjoythesilentworld]

Jay! For the Spotify drabble thing… 17 💜

hi hi!!! ding ding ding you’ve selected an Omar song!!! i based their dynamic here on this idea where Wilhelm is a model and Simon is a popstar and they find each other in super casual ways all across the world <3 thank u for the ask Kate! xx

#17 Off My Mind – Omar Rudberg

“Where are you?”

Wille’s laugh comes crisp over the phone, “Hello to you, too.” 

Simon stares out the window at the setting sun, waiting, toe tapping against the floor as someone messes with his curls. 

“Berlin,” Wille finally says, voice still light with amusement. 

“Come to Milan.” 

Fabric rustles on the other side of the line, the faint chatter of voices in the background. 

“When?”

“Tonight. I’ve got a show— Meet me after.” 

“I’ve a shoot with Prada tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Simon shoos away the hairdresser and heads to his wardrobe. “Fly back in the morning.” 

“Miss me already?” Wille teases, but Simon can already hear his voice has gone slightly distant, like he’s pulled his phone away from his face to start booking a flight. 

“You want me to beg for it?” Simon asks, slipping on a silky blouse. “Because I will.”

There’s a short gasp, followed by a long pause. Then, Wille lets out a long, shaky exhale, mouth up close to the speaker again.

Simon pretends he can feel it, hot against his ear. 

Ignoring the few other people in the greenroom, he drops his voice to a low whisper, “I need you, Wille.” 

“Simon—” It almost sounds like a whine; all the cockiness from before, lost. 

“Is that what you want to hear? I need you. I can’t get you off my mind. Your hands, your taste.” 

(Patron, from the last party where their paths crossed. Where Wille abandoned his tequila to follow Simon into a black town car.)

A door slams, and it gets a little quieter wherever Wille is. His breathing is even more audible now, heavy. Familiar. Simon lets his hand trail over his own bare neck, remembering.  

“We can do it all over the—”

Wille finds his voice and cuts in, “I’ll be there in three hours.”

[hy6erion]

Request for Marmoush: going shopping together for the first time in Manchester since he is such fashion boy!!

𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝑶𝒎𝒂𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

⍣✰..𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲

⇢ 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲/𝐧

𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 , 1000+ words

Manchester was alive with the hum of a bustling city. The streets were lined with bright shop windows, reflecting the golden glow of street lamps. The air carried a crisp winter chill, one that made Y/n instinctively pull her coat tighter around herself as she walked hand-in-hand with her boyfriend Omar. It had been a whirlwind for weeks since his transfer to England, and today was the first real chance they had to explore the city together. No training, no meetings, no moving boxes—just them.

Y/n looked up at Omar, watching how he took in his surroundings with quiet curiosity. His dark eyes flickered from one building to another, studying the red-bricked architecture, the occasional group of fans huddled together in football scarves, and the large department stores gleaming under the festive lights. Every now and then, she caught the softest smile tugging at his lips, as if he was slowly starting to fall in love with this new place.

She squeezed his hand. “So? What do you think so far?”

Omar hummed, pretending to consider. “Hmm… I mean, it’s no Berlin.”

Y/n gasped dramatically. “Excuse me?”

He smirked, tightening his grip on her hand. “Relax, relax. I like it. It’s different, but in a good way.”

“Better than Frankfurt?” she teased.

“Now, that’s a tough one,” he mused, eyes twinkling playfully. “Frankfurt had its charm. But…” He pulled her closer, leaning down so his breath tickled her cheek. “It didn’t have you here with me.”

Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t fight back the warmth blooming in her chest. “Smooth,” she muttered, nudging his side.

“I try,” he replied, squeezing her hand before nodding towards a store ahead. “Alright, let’s get this over with. You said I need winter clothes, right?”

Y/n grinned. “Oh, I know you do. Manchester cold is different.”

They stepped into the warm boutique, the scent of fresh linen and new fabric instantly wrapping around them. Soft acoustic music played in the background, and the store was filled with neatly arranged racks of wool sweaters, coats, and scarves.

Omar exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay, where do we start?”

Y/n didn’t even hesitate. “Sweaters. Turtlenecks. All of them.”

He shot her a look. “You just want me to dress like your Pinterest boards, don’t you?”

She feigned innocence. “I would never.”

He chuckled and let her drag him toward a display of thick, knit turtlenecks. He ran his hands over a dark green one, raising a brow. “Do I really need more layers?”

“Yes,” Y/m said firmly. “Besides, you look good in sweaters.”

Omar smirked and grabbed a few to try on. “Ah, so this is about you wanting me to look good?”

She shrugged, playful. “Maybe.”

A few minutes later, Omar emerged from the changing room wearing the dark green turtleneck. Y/n had been idly scrolling through her phone, but the second she looked up, she froze.

The sweater fit him too well, hugging his broad shoulders and arms in just the right way. And the color? It made his eyes stand out even more.

Omar noticed instantly. “You’re staring,” he said, a smug grin on his lips.

Y/n quickly recovered. “I’m just… assessing.”

He stepped closer, voice low. “And?”

She swallowed, trying (and failing) to act nonchalant. “It’s alright.”

Omar laughed, shaking his head. “Liar.”

Y/n sighed dramatically. “Fine. You look ridiculously good. Happy?”

“Very,” he replied. “I’ll take it.”

She grinned as he went back into the changing room, trying on a few more sweaters, all of which she enthusiastically approved of. By the time they left the store, Omar had a bag full of cozy clothes, and Y/n had the satisfaction of knowing he’d stay warm and look good doing it.

Their next stop was a sneaker store, and as expected, Omar’s eyes lit up the second they walked in.

“Okay,” Y/n said, already predicting where this was going. “Only one pair.”

Omar, distracted as he browsed the shelves, barely nodded. “Mhm.”

She sighed. He’s not listening at all.

Sure enough, fifteen minutes later, he had three pairs lined up in front of him, testing them out as he flexed his foot.

“Okay,” he said finally, looking at her with a completely serious expression. “I need all of them.”

Y/n groaned. “I knew this was going to happen.”

He grinned, completely unapologetic. “What can I say? I have good taste.”

“You have expensive taste.”

“Same thing.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled. “Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when you run out of closet space.”

After paying for his (multiple) purchases, they stepped back out into the cold. The sun had started to set, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange. The streets were still lively, filled with lights and people laughing as they rushed between shops.

Y/n suddenly tugged on his hand. “Hot chocolate?”

Omar smiled. “Thought you’d never ask.”

They found a small café tucked into a side street, the kind with fogged-up windows and wooden tables. The scent of coffee and cinnamon filled the air as they sat down, their shopping bags piled at their feet.

Y/n wrapped her hands around her hot chocolate, letting the warmth seep into her fingers. Omar, across from her, was sipping his coffee, his eyes scanning the street outside.

He exhaled, voice softer this time. “I like it here.”

Y/n tilted her head. “Yeah?”

He nodded, thoughtful. “It’s still unfamiliar, but it’s growing on me. And…” He reached across the table, intertwining their fingers. “Having you here makes it easier.”

Y/n felt her heart squeeze, the sincerity in his voice making her chest warm in a way that had nothing to do with the hot chocolate.

“You’ll settle in soon,” she said gently. “And I’ll be right here. Every step of the way.”

Omar smiled, bringing their joined hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. “That’s all I need.”

Y/n’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she squeezed his hand, a silent promise between them.

New city. New team. New adventures.

But through it all, they had each other. And that was more than enough.

[kruemel8]

GRWM Berlin show.