its me, ash, from @slavicprincess1966 (my main blog) here, and yes 12am in toronto is me loosely referencing drake bc 5am in toronto was alr taken ... rolls eyes.
19 years old โข catholic ๐ โข ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต๐น๐ต๐ฑ โข mcfc โฝ๏ธ๐ฉต
this is the designated blog ive crafted reserved for fics
โข not taking requests so sorry ... with school & extracurriculars i gotta stay on top of things
โข my pieces by default are geared for a female reader since i am a girl and that's just whose perspective im most familiar with reading and writing from
โข i used to write smut but i will not write it anymore due to my personal convictions and religious observances. if you're an og you'd remember i used to have mature fics up here but i have destroyed them. im trying not to entertain my own demons of lust and i figured that how i entertain both myself and others through my writing really matters towards my faith journey and the wellbeing of others. hope yall understand ๐ฉต๐ฉต
โข please lmk in any of my fics where said footballer is speaking their native tongue if i mess up any of the grammar - i write best in english, i am intermediate in polish
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HEY GUYS man i have not touched this blog in a good bit !
been working away at school .... year 2 of uni is amazing i lvoe it so much here glory to GOD ive been really GPAmaxxing and i am feeling incredibly inspired. speaking of inspired .... i *lowkey* want to cook a piece of writing
itll probs be about tom delonge since blink 182 is my current obsession , but football and ofc om7 have lovely places in my heart dw . i just havent watched a full 90 in ages ive been so busy . life changed a lot honestly (in beautiful ways) since the last thing i published ive been going out a LOT and seeing new things . praise God cant wait to surprise you lot . ๐ฉต๐ฉต๐ฉต๐ฉต๐ฉต
hey fellas alls been so well life has been BLESS ๐ฉต๐ฉต๐ฉต๐ฉต i hope you lot understand when i say that two of my past works dont really align with Gods will, and ive come to find that i simply just dont mess with writing nsfw anymore or having any nsfw that ive created in the past to be publicly posted. i am sure there are some out there who do get the kick out of it so im contemplating a righteous way to go about these works, in a way that respects everyones dignity ๐ฅน๐ฅน๐ฅน๐ฉต๐ฉต
HEY GUYS everything with me has been well dont fret , exams are done and i was enjoying my first week of summer holiday, still am ๐๐๐ฉต๐ฉต sorry for not writing of late, idk if i can call it writers block bc writing wasnt super priority while i was revising and doing exams and if it was i think id be writing just fine ๐ฉต๐ฉต im just good at coming up with ideas but discerning a piece to write is smth else ๐ญ๐ญ
and ive just been sooooo into the Word lately, easter octave was so fun and ive been tapping in a ton with my spiritual life. ill write stuff soon dw ๐๐ฉต
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guysss holy week and the triduum are gonna be busy cuz im going on a mission thursday and friday, doing lots of stuff with church friends and of course exams all around but i think i will have time on monday to chef it up and write ๐ฉต๐ฉต๐ฉต๐ฉต๐ฉต thank u guys for being so patient just waiting for the ressurection in this quiet time in life that has yet so much preparing involved
it had been nine months of waiting yet it felt as if no time had passed at all once it was finally three of you.
for omar, it wasn't enough to just be there and present in the flesh while you were with child.
he began observing his newfound duty. his lifelong role. a dad.
it meant doing all he could to provide the utmost comfort for you and the little life that had been growing within for all those weeks. your health and the little one's health meant more than anything.
it meant preparing his heart to give the love that it was absolutely overflowing with.
"soon enough, you're going to bring the greatest blessing of our lives into the world, habibti," he would say to you every night in a soft whisper, as you two cuddled before sleep, while his hand gently rested on your bump.
and that you did.
that morning when the sun shone bright as you delivered this little-yet-so-big blessing that you and omar had been anticipating and nurturing at the absolute best while still in the womb... you were overcome with emotion, knowing your life was now changed so beautifully by yet another life...
...the one you and omar created, at that.
the way omar's thumb gently rubbed your cheek as he leant in ever so close to you.
the way his other hand's fingers intertwined with yours as he offered it without second thought for you to squeeze with your own hand at any time you'd wince.
the way he spent all that time whispering to you the most important affirmations that he'd never want you to forget, for he means them from the bottom of his heart.
"you are so strong, my love."
"habibti, i've got you. you're so incredible."
"i know you can do this. deep breaths together, sweetheart."
all that grounding... his efforts to calm you amidst this concoction of physical pain and emotional strain...
...allowed you to exhale in time.
"ya allah." omar murmured, his voice breaking softly through his tears as he heard that tiny cry for the first time.
you could've sworn you felt those tears of his fall onto your own face for he kept his face so close to yours during this moment.
your nurse, who'd been an angel towards you throughout this whole thing, brought your firstborn to your chest gently, placing the child there with so much care.
you, yourself, had felt your eyes begin to well with tears. there was your baby.
"here she is~" your nurse said softly, with a knowing smile, for she knew this was how you and omar wanted to find out the gender.
that was all it took for omar to smile an even bigger smile against your skin, his breaths shaky alongside yours as he cried with you, as you two found out the gender of your firstborn in the most natural way.
no commodified, suspenseful event that could have been held at an earlier date, raising the question of pink or blue...
...just you and your husband, relishing in whatever answer it was going to be, at the one moment of insurmountable excitement and sentimentality.
"she." omar whispered. you looked through your eyes that were already squinted for you wept joyously, and there graced the most adorable smile across his face.
you didn't say anything. you knew you didn't have to say anything because this was bliss... it was as if all the pain and hardship you had to endure for these months were all worth it. because to you, they were.
you felt omar kiss your forehead, and then your lips, just as delicately as the backs of his fingers grazed your cheek repeatedly as he spoke softly;
"she's perfect."
you could swear both your heart and well as omar's had broke in the most positive, miraculous way possible for the fact that this was all really happening had hit you guys as new parents.
everyone member of your little family in that room was crying, and that was a beautiful thing.
enough time had passed for you and omar to now find yourselves in that golden hour. the first quiet, beautiful moment you could share with your baby girl. afternoon sun was streaming through the sheer drapes of the room, and the sound of the three of you's breathing and occasional soft spoken words filled the room.
omar never left you and baby's side, nor did his eyes ever leave yours or hers. the gaze that his rich brown eyes held flitted between you and the precious child that lay asleep on your chest.
"habibti, look at our little angel..." omar said in a light tone, in complete awe.
"i'm looking, my love. she's sweeter than i could have ever imagined."
omar got up on the lightest of footsteps to shift the armchair he was sitting in even closer to you, careful not to make even a slight sound... his eyes widening even with each step he'd take, for he didn't want to wake the baby up.
he sat back down, sighing as he drank in the sight of you, his beloved wife, with his daughter who was nothing short of perfect, fast asleep on your chest in your arms.
omar's gaze softened as he brought out his hand in a slow, reverent motion towards the baby, giving a featherlight touch to her teeny little fingers.
you pouted. he was already the cutest dad ever.
"hi, my beautiful girl. it's me... baba." omar said in a hushed voice, taking in the baby's tiny little features... already trying to figure out which ones she inherited from who. the fact that he referred to himself as "dad" in arabic made your heart warm up even more intensely.
it wasn't long after a little pause... that omar quietly sniffled, both of you guys' tears falling freely now. all because of the lovely, innocent little baby girl you guys created together, that he was overjoyed to finally be meeting.
"y/n..." he started, as he tilted his head to look at you. "you did so perfect. you brought us such a little angel."
the emotions were too much to bear as you tried to add some lightheartedness to the situation, as you rolled your eyes with playful intent. "omaaarrr-"
"my love, it's the truth. i give you all the credit. all my praise..."
was it so that omar loved you so much... that you were given the greatest sense of security in his affirmations? his affirmations that let you know that you and all you've had to endure are worth more than gold... that let you know it's only you in his life he wants to create such treasure with.
you barely had to search omar's eyes and lovestruck demeanour to know what he really wanted to live out... what he'd been waiting to do ever since having found out he'd be a father.
"would you like to hold her, my love?"
you gently retracted your hands that were draped over the little child on your chest, and omar - stunned, but so enamoured, made the gentle move. ensuring to support her fragile neck, he slipped one of his large hands underneath, the other gently lifting the rest of her.
slowly, steadily, he brought his little daughter up to his chest, cradling her in the safe and secure embrace that emanated from his arms.
"welcome, my sweet girl... i see you're having a lovely nap~" he whispered to the baby, in a voice so soft that only you and him could hear.
"i promise to protect you forever. baba loves you."
he leant in closer... listening attentively to the little child's soft breaths. the first of many she would take throughout the course of her life, which omar is so excited to guide her through.
you giggled as you took in this moment that was a first for omar. he was terrified, but ultimately enchanted. he looked back up at you with the sweetest of smiles, admiring the way you glowed after bringing your little one into the world...
he watched as you brought our your hand slowly to touch your sleeping daughter's cheek with a single finger ever so softly, then looked back at her before he continued to speak.
"and that's your mama, angel. she's the bravest woman i know."
"awww, omar."
"and you're gonna grow up to be so brave and beautiful like her~"
the rest of the day was much like this. quiet and solemn, the only noise being you and your husband's whispers of love and the adorable coos of your newborn.
you took notice of the beauty in the littlest of things.
the way omar would count the baby's little fingers.
the way omar would whisper little lullabies in arabic, which soothed you just as well as it soothed the baby.
the way omar would stroke your hair and watch the scene before him, as you closed your eyes in peace as you allowed your baby to latch onto you and gently feed for the first time.
the way omar carefully settled into the bed so that you could share that first ever cuddle the three of you all at once, the baby nestled safely and cutely in between the two of you, supported in you guy's arms.
so many lovely little "firsts."
after just revelling in the beautiful silence, your hearing was graced with omar's luscious egyptian accent as he spoke;
"y/n... you know, i've never felt so vulnerable and strong at once...
...i feel so protective of this little girl that's only been here for a couple of hours...
...yet she owns my whole heart already."
you smiled, trying to fight the stinging of tears in your eyes once again. "you're so cute, babe. it's like she's stealing your heart more than i did."
"who knows, habibti~" omar lovingly joked, his eyes still glassy with emotion.
you laughed a soft laugh, as omar rested his forehead against yours, leaning in to kiss you tenderly.
"thank you for this miracle, y/n." he whispered, looking at you, then down at you guys' newborn daughter who slept soundly in your arms.
the commitment in his voice. in his eyes. in the outpour of his heart. in the way he vowed to persevere as a father, and help you through it all as a mother... it let you know something that no other revelation in the world could let you know.
this was just the beginning of something - no, someone, that you and omar promise to cherish...
...as long as the two of you live.
and he sealed that promise as he snuggled into you, also acknowledging his little one right there as you held her... holding onto her teensy hand.
synopsis: you're in the midst of your final exams for the school year, and you're totally locked into your books and notes... but your boyfriend omar is craving your love and attention big time.
contents: absolute fluff, sfw, female uni student reader (any major), established bf/gf, clingy omar, did i mention fluff? like way too sweet fluff?
notes: its finals season here at uoft and all across the ends of the earth - tysm for the request anon and may the lord accompany u all in your studies ๐ฉต๐ฉต
finals season - where you felt your strength and determination for all that you do in school... letting you know that all of the work that you've been so committed to has been paying off. with each note you look, and each bit of knowledge you gained, you were a step closer to that degree with your very name on it.
you decided that you try and make the most out of this exam season - and you set up your spaces for studying in a way that would make cramming for your upcoming exams almost joyous, relaxing, and self-fulfilling.
and of course, nothing else brought you more peace than the comfort of you and your boyfriend omar's home.
you cosied up at the kitchen island, lights set warm, with a variety of your books, your laptop, along with your memo book, the pages inside decorated with the handwriting and highlighter designs that were so unique to you, writing about disciplines of all sorts. you made yourself a tea which you sipped momentarily, and wore one of omar's hoodies which was much too big on you. the one that he always softens when faced with the sight of you wearing it.
your eyes flitted between all of your course materials, and your mind was at work. it felt almost as if you were programmed for all things final exam related in this very moment for you were so focused. it was the romanticism that you could get out of studying that made it an enjoyable experience.
as you were in the middle of creating a glossary for your history elective class, you could hear footsteps, none other than omar's, slowly padding your way. he had just finished engaging in a bit of active recovery, as it was much needed after the intense match that he played - scored a goal - and won at the etihad just the other day, hosting leicester.
you looked up from beneath your lashes as omar walked around the kitchen island to face right across from you.
it was undeniable that he was looking good... and you could tell that he was feeling himself. his top? gone. it left you looking at all the gorgeous footballer muscle that he had from the hips up. he was just a little bit glowy from sweat, and his goatee looked so crisp.
"habibti~" omar chimed softly, titling his head similar to the way a puppy just wanting some attention would.
"hi, baby." you replied, estimatingly giving him only a quarter of the attention that he was hoping for. you didn't know fully just yet how clingy he was about to become, though. "how was your workout?"
omar leant forward, closer to you as he lowered his elbows down onto the kitchen countertop, resting his forearms there, taut from the lighter yet substantial weightlifting he had been doing.
"it was good. did some stretching, just a little bit of weights. some curls too - i know how much you love my arms, sweetie."
you scoffed playfully at his cockiness, which came off smooth as always. you looked up at him just a second more before you brought your attention back to your studying.
omar, on the other hand, pouted. if your eyes weren't on your course materials, but on him, then you'd be folding already, for he looked too cute doing it.
he pushed up off of the countertop before walking halfway around its perimeter to finally meet you. "how's my smart girl?"
"i'm doing very well."
"mmm... so studious" he whispered like a prayer softly, already snaking his arms around your waist. "mind taking a break for your man?"
you sighed, knowing that for omar, this was about to be a battle for your attention - you could sense trouble.
you shook your head softly, not wanting to come out of your full academic weapon mode. "i'm really focused right now, baby. i promise we'll spend me and you time today, though."
he let out a quiet groan, wishing that he could just have his way with you. it was time he'd set out on this mission for his girl's attention.
omar squeezed your hip softly before his hands left your sides, as he walked on over to the other side of the kitchen to pour himself a refreshing glass of ice water. once he had it poured up and in hand, he took a sip and licked his lips before setting his glass down on the island gently before leaning right beside you.
"don't you miss me, sweetheart?" he said in a soft voice, making puppy eyes at you. it was a shame that you were so focused that you didn't notice.
"of course i do. just one more page, okay?"
omar rolled his eyes subtly, for he still wasn't finished making a fuss about wanting your attention.
as far as you had all these exams and tests to prepare for, he was so hung up on the fact that it was his patience being tested the greatest.
he had just the trick in his mind, though. he was so sure it would work - so he shifted even closer to where you were sitting.
"say one of your smart sentences to me, habibti. i love it when you explain things."
you actually didn't think twice about it, for "teaching" another person about a subject you were focusing on was in fact a way that you found helped you study. you began to go on about the 17th century england's exclusion crisis... whigs and tories... things of all sorts in that period of time. he nodded along, until he leant in to kiss your cheek.
it made you giggle, but you shook your head. "let me finish, though~"
omar played innocent, as if he didn't just make that attempt to steal away your attention.
you continued to eloquently explain the historical ordeal, omar couldn't help but be so enamoured. it's one of his favourite things about you, how smart you are. not just the fact that he thinks you're very smart, but that he believes you're one of the smartest people he has ever known.
and while you continued, getting to an important point in the summary of the history you were trying to explain...
...he dipped his head to kiss your neck.
"omar."
he pulled away reluctantly. "babyyy... i'm just... encouraging your brain! you know...? i heard that kisses really spur one's mind..."
"yeah, spur one's mind to other places, that is." you muttered. once again, you turned your attention back to your studying, your nose practically in the books.
omar was hopeless. he laid his head on your shoulder and allowed him arms to loop around your waist, hugging you from behind even tighter than before. "habibti, pleaseee. you've been working so hard."
"because i want to do well."
"my love, you already impress me every day."
your heart warmed in the best way possible as omar told you that. you tried to hide from him, turning your face towards your studying, but omar wasn't stopping. he buried his face into your neck, practically whining.
"i'm so proud of you, you're the best student," he began before pleading, "a break. just five minutes. please?"
you were hesitant at first, but his cuteness was only weakening you... and your concern for studying was fading all because of your boyfriend's cuteness. you thought it couldn't get any better until the quietest words hit you in that egyptian accent.
"...please, my smart girl?"
your fingers gently reached for the seam of your laptop's screen before closing it down with a careful motion. omar's face lit up, and he smiled. it wasn't long before he scooped you up into his arms easily and brought you to the sofa in the living room, laying down with you... pulling a blanket over the both of your bodies while pulling you into his chest for a cuddle, nuzzling your hair.
you playfully protested, "but baby, i'm going to fall asleep like this-"
"shhh..." he murmured, reaching to softly stroke some stray strands of hair away from your face. "just recharge a little..."
tucked away into omar's loving arms, he was right after all. your mind needs a break... and what better way to spend a break with your sweet omar?
laying there with him really reinforced the gratitude you always had instilled within you. not just for the fact that you're getting such an amazing education, but that you have the sweetest, most loving and caring support system - your man, omar.
"i'll always compete with the world to have you, habibti...
...but never will i stop cheering for you."
you could feel his beard gently tickle your cheek as he smiled against it after speaking. your heart was full and so was his.
these cuddles with omar were what the rest of the evening into the night entailed... and you love it.
you, the independent beauty with brains... the ultimate weakness to your baller of a boyfriend.
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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WHENEVER YOU'RE FREE WRITE A FIC WHERE OMAR. BECOMES. A. DAD.
PLEASE LOVE I MISS UR FICSSSS๐ซ๐ซ๐ฉต
you GENIUS.
im so honoured u come forth to me with this request i will make it happen for u. imma use all the free time i have coming up in between the days of my finals to write. this is so cute i would love to bring this idea to life๐ฅบ๐ฅบ๐ฉต๐ฉต๐ฉต
Hey, lovely! Hope you're doing well. Could you write this for me? I adore you and everything you write, your storytelling just pulls me in so much! ๐ค
So, could you do something where Omar is fighting for the readerโs attention against her books? Sheโs in the middle of exam week, buried in studies, and all he wants is just a tiny bit of her attention. Pleaseee, think about it!
HIII i am well and i hope u are too God bless, tysm for the kind words bae it means so much you are so sweet im glad you enjoy the reads ๐ฉต๐ฉต๐ฉต
ohhh you are so right on time with this one because effective next week my final exam season for the school year commences... as i assume it is for many of my uni girls on here ๐คญ๐คญ๐คญ
ABSOLUTELY I LOVE THIS SO MUCH REQUEST I WILL DO IT U BEST BELIEVE ๐ฅน๐ฅน๐ฅน๐ฉต๐ฉต๐ฉต๐ฉต imma ensure ur fed w clingy omar content. ๐ฉต๐ฉต๐ฉต
Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five of your other fave writers. Spread the self-love! ๐๐๐๐โค๏ธ
๐ฅน๐ฅน๐ฉต๐ฉต my favs from other authors bc i feel obliged to acknowledge some favs:
@rwshfordgirl 's time capsule
@hy6erion 's sunkissed getaway
@paucubarsisimp 's wardrobe crisis
@pamelaiscrying 's be my first
@szariahwroteit 's girls need love series
as for me as much as i havent put out a lot i think my favs works are still into you, reminder (i and ii), divided attention, eres resiliente ๐ฉต๐ฉต๐๐ป๐๐ป๐๐ป
The reader, now a journalist, reunites with Omar Marmoush years after their breakup. He pursued a career in football and became famous, while she built her life away from him. When she's assigned to interview him after a game, their connection resurfaces as if no time had passed. During the conversation, the flirting happens naturally, and the reader realizes that, despite everything, it's still him.
I started thinking about this while listening to Still Into You.
Please think about it!! ๐
HEY BAE TYSM FOR UR REQUEST I JUS COOKED ๐ฉต๐ฉต๐ฉต go read hereeeeeee
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synopsis: while embarking on your career as a journalist, you are arranged to interview omar marmoush - the boy who was your first love years ago, now a rising football star. even after years apart, feelings still lingering about, you know... and he knows... this is what's meant to be.
contents: fluff, sfw, female journalist reader, other journalist oc who is your bff, flirting, reunited with the first boyfriend you ever had awww, omar's charm is out of this world!!
notes: this is 2 requests turned 1 fic ๐ฉต๐ฉต this was so adorable to write i hope you guys like ๐ฅน tagged: @football-lovergirl
you were an absolute natural at your job, but there was a particular element about your next mission that had you feeling all sorts.
you paced about your room, phone in hand, the night before you were about to be faced with one of the people who was the main reason for one of the sweetest times in your life.
"y/n... this is huge! just breathe... compose yourself..." your fellow journalist friend, diana, reassured to you over the facetime call that you shared with her.
years ago as you attended university in germany as you'd been accepted into the journalism program you'd had your eyes on for a good bit...
had university also brought to you plans aside from schoolwork, but for a taste of love which you had first been fed when you were doing fieldwork alongside wolfsburg ii.
there at that football club, was an egyptian boy that you'd caught glances from as you sat on the sidelines jotting in your memo book. the glances started out as from time... to frequent... to a calibre where coach would have to snap at omar to stay focused during training, which you found increasingly cute.
it turned into something sweet. the hearts and arrows with "omar + y/n" written faintly in the margins of your memo book became a reality.
it was with that boy from wolfsburg ii you shared your first kiss with... your first date with... a myriad of joyful and emotional moments as one would have with their first love.
but after nearly a year, home called you back... and the demand of omar's football career began to grow. "maybe this was just to see what love's like," you thought to yourself the first few nights after being away from him. you both went on about your respective livesโit wasn't a bad breakup like you'd seen your friends go through... which you were so grateful for, and are.
and now, you were going to see him againโas you'd been blessed the opportunity to interview that same 18 year old egyptian boy... now a 26 year old man. omar marmoush... who now plays for one of the biggest clubs in all of european football, manchester city.
"hellooo? you still there y/n?" diana's voice sounded over the phone.
you snapped out of the reverie, shaking your head. "yeahโi was just thinking...
...yeah. i'm... i'll be ready. this will go nicely."
"oh i'm sure it will. i was there with you when you got word that you'd be interviewing him. you were all blushy~" diana teased.
"oh stop~" you said, the sarcasm quite evident.
you didn't want the teasing to stop. the thoughts of possibilities between you and your first ever love years after it had been.
it had been once. and you sat in wonder, in bouts for those years after deciding to live your respective lives on one's own to keep up with the demands of academia and football. "could we try again?" was a question that had never gone away.
you always managed to brush it off because you were focused on your grind in academics as was he in football... seemingly.
"this is going to be such a beautiful reunion, y/n." diana continued. "i can already hear omar and his voice going on about how 'you're all grown up.'"
you sat on the edge of the bed and sighed contentedly as she said that... smiling as you looking out to the skyline from your room, the city lights contrasting the near black sky calming. it radiated hope in a way.
diana chimed again. "i'm rooting for you, babes. get some sleep for tomorrow's interview, okay? i'll pick you up."
you smiled. classic diana, bearing burdens of her loved ones.
that next evening after an ecstatic city win, it was time you had come face to face with that boy, now the all-grown-up international who had scored a hattrick in a span of just fourteen minutes versus newcastle. you were in awe yourself as you watched from the box way up with diana - who shook you gently by the shoulders from time - "oooh, someone's gonna be all prideful when he's coming off the pitch."
it was like that, in a way. omar - cocky, yet still so humble about it. walking with gratitude as he carried the match ball underneath one arm as he went to hug his teammates and staff postmatch.
it was the same "proud of myself" sort of smirk that you could always remember him giving when he'd achieved just about anything.
but his entire expression faded into something softer as he was coming through the tunnel and into the very area where you stood, mic in hand in front of that backdrop that all postgame interviews occur in front of.
"it's... her." omar whispered to himself, quiet enough he could barely even hear himself over the clamour surrounding as he approached you, even his walk becoming humbler.
it was a sweet greeting omar gave you... the kind kiss on each cheek that one would greet a loved one from family with, and you could both tell from each other's tender smiles shared that there was so much you guys wanted to talk about and catch up on that had little to nothing to do with the match that had just wrapped up.
though you both stood on business - as you stood in front of that backdrop, mic in hand... you readied yourself to speak for the masses on that camera, as did he. you skimmed your interview questions just once more in your mind before all had gone live.
and there was diana off-camera working the rest of the medias, right in front of you and omar. giggling... making a heart with her hand that she could hold up to her eye to keep you two within the frame of the shape her hands curved into.
you tensed and felt your cheeks tinge with heat and blush. in your peripheral vision, you could see omar. noticing your colleague's teasing. he smiled to himself and looked down... giving a silent chuckle.
and then he looked at you, his gaze still soft. giving a kind and gentle nod - one that let you know he was ready to speak. ready for the cameras to get rolling.
you were done for - it was for certain you couldn't live down the remnants of your subtle, rarely-surfacing, yet steadfast crush on your first ever boyfriend, omar marmoush.
"gosh, the whole world must think i'm a fool. i must be so rosy right now." you thought to yourself in your head after that hell of an interview.
well, it had gone nicely, looking at it from an outsider's perspective. you asked all the right questions, and omar gave all the right answers, singing his praises to all the positive forces that he knew accoladed to this brilliant hattrick in his professional career. his confidence mixed with humility was moving...
...and your elegance was unmatched. not like you were sure of it at first due to how many feelings you have been feeling inside and still are, but as soon as the cameras cut after that one exceptional take of an interview, diana came to you, with the most excited grin on her face, nudging you teasingly...
"you did beautifully, girl. gonna go take care of some more media stuff around... text me when you're ready to head back home. i got you." diana reassured, hugging you quickly though affectionately before she scurried off, giving an exaggerated wink to you.
you found it hard to believe her... for as you were interviewing omar, you were unable to read your own demeanor. for the heart hands she was giving and the pouts she gave you whenever omar shot that charming smile right your way... you weren't so sure you were that composed during the interview.
"agh- sorry about my friend! she's... just being silly. i love her though..." you sighed. omar stepped closer to you, facing you, the smile on his face bigger and sweeter than ever.
"awh, she just cares about you..." omar started.
"...wow. y/n. it's really you. is it?"
"i am thinking the same thing you are, omar..." you sighed.
your eyes met omar's... like... for good, this time. not locked into an interview... but just naturally sharing eye contact. it made you feel warm inside. those dark brown eyes that shone when he was thinking of or looking at something... or more so someone he loves was bringing back memories of teenage you. teenage you two.
he held that awestruck gaze upon you for a second longer, but it broke just as you were about to speak.
"whewwww!! marmoushhh..." city's famous striker none other than erling haaland, chimed in as he walked past, in the direction of the club dressing room, accompanied by winger savinho who whistled at the sight of you two. "shooters shoot, marmoush..!"
and both you and omar were left with your lips parted, in quite a bit of disbelief...
...could that mean there's something you don't know? something you don't know about omar's feelings... could they be there..?
the way he sighed softly, almost adorable - no, very adorable... let you know something.
"ahhhh... sorry. well... i guess it may make you feel better than you aren't the only one being teased by the ones you work with~" omar said, clearly a little more humbled.
"but wow..." he continued.
"you...
...you've blossomed, y/n."
"omarrr... look at you! from second division wolfsburg... to here. man city. you're a star."
he laughed softly, giving you that up-down look that made you blush even more than you already were.
"it's been so long." you sighed.
"it has... i just- wow..." he murmured, in such disbelief.
you could notice a twinkle in his eyes. not like he even had to mention it... because to omar... you are beautiful. he couldn't believe it. you, his first girlfriend... now interviewing him as he's a player for one of the most well known first tier clubs in all of the lands. he still saw the same sweet girl who was always jotting her fieldnotes at his training sessions...
...only now was he graced the moment in time to take in you now.
not just a... but the beautiful young woman doing journalism, who he only has fond memories of from when you two hung out while living life in germany.
you were taken by surprise as you felt a touch at your hand... his large fingers delicately clasping your hand into his hold. his look was full of sincerity.
"we have so much to catch each other up on, y/n." omar confessed. "just... let me know the day that works best for you."
were the sparks really flying again?
the familiar butterflies flitting about in your stomach gave you that inner feeling of deja vu. you'd been here before. not physically here relative to the etihad... but you'd been here, given this feeling by omar from something he's said that made your heart skip a beat.
"i'd... really like that, omar." you agreed, not even needing to think twice about it. "i'm not on the same number that i was while in germany years back, of course... but i've got you~"
you unclasped your purse that was slung over your shoulder, and reached and felt just what you were looking for. you always kept just a few of your business cards on hand... though just as you looked up with the card in hand... omar's hands were busy.
his match ball on the ground, him slipping out of his postmatch jacket... hands tugging at his jersey which he slipped with ease over his head, off of his body. his eyes caught onto your business card as he was about to hand his matchworn jersey to you. your gazes met one another's again, eliciting a giggle from both of you.
"hehe, for me?" you blushed, eyes darting between omar's charming expression and his match jersey in hand, outstretched for you to take... which you did. and he smiled, as he used that same hand that once help his jersey out to you to take the business card gently from your fingers, in between his own... examining it with a smile before his eyes met yours again.
"all for you, dear. and thank you for this~" omar said, holding onto your business card with your contact inscribed in it as if it was something precious...
...for it was. a reminder that the first girl he'd ever fallen in love with had come this far in life. and all that he felt for you was beginning to resurface just like that... as it was for you... and boy, at this point was it difficult for both you and omar to hide.
"y/n... it's so lovely to see you again, you know that?"
"it is, omar. life's so cool like that, eh? we're just, i don't know... here! face to face, after all this time." you agreed with a smile.
his smile was so charming that the feeling of having to look away before you turned completely beet red had come over you for the first time in a long time.
"yes y/n... and after all this time, we're going to be seeing so much more of each other...
...i promise you."
as if anyone around could actually see it, but you were certain that your heart was warmed like nothing else in the world had ever done to you after omar avowed that to you.
he still looked at you like you were the only girl that was to ever exist. right there, post interview at the etihad, one day after seven years of not having seen each other.
this moment let you know, as you and omar kept up that innocent gaze for one another...
...nothing's changed.
that subtle, rarely-surfacing, yet steadfast crush that you brushed off as silly was not so silly anymore... for it was not only a certainty you had about him... but him, for you.
after all this time... he's still into you... as are you.
YAY ๐คญ๐คญ๐ฉต๐ฉต๐ฉต its currently in the works , details being that its a lil angsty bc the storyline is that omar and farรจs both want y/n so theyre trying to prove themselves to get her in the end ๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ป๐ฉต๐ฉต
