I don’t know what to say. I’m trying to stay strong, but it’s very hard. My child Jamal is living with diabetes and asthma and needs medicine we still can’t afford.
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Heyyy you should do more musiala fics any type u want ❤️❤️
i miss you ;;
fem!reader x jamal musiala (germany)
where he calls you before the start of the world cup.
a/n: ty for the request!
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a few hours til the first world cup match — mexico vs south africa.
the germany national team was gathered in some venue to watch the opening ceremony and the game. it started in a few hours so to kill some time, the team was doing all sorts of thinga.
jamal chose to talk to you instead of playing monopoly with florian and some other guys. they poked fun at him and called him whipped, but he just brushed it off. he missed you.
the phone barely even rang once before you picked up with a big grin. “hi, jamal,” you chirped, waving at him through the camera.
he smiled back, the smile fully reaching his eyes. what a cutie. “what time is it there? like 9, 10 pm, innit?” he asked, trying to ignore florian’s jeers from afar.
you glanced at the clock and nodded. “mm, yeah. i’m in bed waiting to watch this game though. i can’t wait. i also wanna see shakira.”
he let out a snort. “of course you do.”
a beat of comfortable silence passed before jamal sighed.
“i miss you lots, you know.”
your heart swelled at this. he was playing on the biggest stage in a few days and he was thinking about you. you kept thinking about him too but the fact he admitted to missing you was heartwarming.
“i’m still travelling to see your games, calm down. don’t let my… absence distract you. you need to keep top form,” you reassured.
another moment of silence.
“i miss you too.”
you heard some of his teammates gagging and fake-retching in the back. he’s in too deep, you heard someone remark. you just let out a chuckle. he had funny teammates.
jamal, meanwhile, was grinning like an idiot. “you said it too.”
you rolled your eyes, though there was no bad intent behind it. “don’t let it get to you.”
“i won’t,” hummed jamal before his eyes darted towards his teammates in the midst of their board games. “well, alright. i think it’s time i go now, yeah? i don’t wanna keep flo waiting.”
you did a fake pout. “you seem to like flo more than me.”
before jamal could chip in, florian immediately let out an enthusiastic ‘yes he does’.
jamal shook his head disapprovingly. “don’t listen to him. um, just text me if you need me yea? bye bye, love. i’ll call tomorrow.”
he waited for you to say bye back before he ended the call.
and on your end, when the line cut, you placed your phone down and smiled. you had a good boyfriend.
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you’ve noticed one adorable habit: whenever jamal hugs someone, he always leans in with his head first before the rest of his body follows, and you found it hilarous.
dating jamal meant learning all his little habits.
some were normal, like stole fries from your plate or forget where he left his phone at least three times a day.
but one habit was your favorite: every time he hugged someone, he went in head first.
not arms, not a normal step-forward hug, no. jamal always tilted his head toward the person like it was leading the entire mission, then the rest of his body followed a second later.
the first time you noticed it, it was on your second date and you laughed so hard you nearly cried.
now, months into your relationship, it still made you laugh every single time.
you were sitting on the couch in his apartment, scrolling on your phone while jamal came back from the kitchen with two drinks.
he handed you one, then paused dramatically when he saw you smile.
“what?” you asked.
he narrowed his eyes. “you’re thinking about it again.”
“thinking about what?”
“my hugs.”
you burst out laughing instantly.
jamal sighed and set his drink down. “see? this is bullying.”
“it’s not bullying,” you said between laughs. “it’s just– why do you always go in with your head first?”
“i do not.”
“you absolutely do.”
he crossed his arms. “prove it.”
without saying a word, you stood up and opened your arms.
“come here.”
he smirked confidently and walked toward you.
and exactly as expected, his head leaned forward first, cheek nearly pressing into your shoulder before his arms even wrapped around your waist.
you gasped dramatically. “there! you did it again!”
“no way…” he groaned into your shoulder.
you were laughing too hard to stand properly, clinging to him while he kept holding you.
“it’s cute,” you said. “like your head is excited before the rest of you.”
“that makes no sense.”
“it makes perfect sense.”
he lifted his face and looked at you with fake annoyance. “you’re making fun of your boyfriend.”
“i’m appreciating him.”
he tried to stay serious for two seconds before smiling. then he hugged you again... head first, of course.
you laughed into his chest. “you just did it again!”
“i know,” he murmured. “because it makes you laugh.”
your heart softened immediately.
you looked up at him. “so you do it on purpose now?”
“maybe.” well, judging by his smile, you know he was not.
he kissed your forehead, then rested his head against yours.
and his head got there before his entire body... again.
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Hi, could you write a blurb where Jamal wakes up unable to sleep and he wakes reader up at 4 am because he wants someone to eat cereal with. Reader questions why, but Jamal catches them off guard and says "I just wanted a reason to be with you, is all..." Reader's not hungry but she sits in his lap in the couch and lays her head on his shoulder as he eats (or technically like rests her head on the head of the couch next to him since he'd be moving to eat). Just a cute late night/early morning moment with them.
4 A.M. Cereal 🤍
You were having a perfectly good sleep.
Until someone started gently shaking your shoulder.
"Wake up."
You groaned and pulled the blanket over your head.
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
Another shake.
"Please."
Reluctantly, you opened one eye.
The room was dark.
Far too dark.
You squinted at the clock on the bedside table.
**4:03 a.m.**
You stared at Jamal.
Then at the clock.
Then back at Jamal.
"Are you serious?"
"A little."
"Jamal."
"I can't sleep."
You dropped your face back into the pillow.
"That sounds like a you problem."
"It's an us problem."
"It absolutely isn't."
Jamal laughed quietly before sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Come eat cereal with me."
You blinked.
"What?"
"Cereal."
"At four in the morning?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
For a moment, he didn't answer.
Then he shrugged.
"I just wanted a reason to be with you, is all."
Your brain completely stopped working.
For a second, you forgot you were supposed to be annoyed.
"That's not fair."
"What?"
"You can't say things like that at four in the morning."
A smile appeared on his face.
"So you're coming?"
You sighed dramatically.
Five minutes later, you were both sitting on the sofa.
Well.
Jamal was sitting.
You were half asleep and leaning against him.
A bowl of cereal rested in his hands while the television played some random late-night programme neither of you were paying attention to.
You weren't even hungry.
You'd made that very clear.
Yet somehow you'd still ended up here.
Because apparently Jamal couldn't eat cereal alone.
Every now and then, you'd hear the quiet clink of a spoon against the bowl.
Then silence.
Then another spoonful.
The apartment was peaceful.
The kind of peaceful that only existed before sunrise.
You rested your head against the back of the sofa beside him and closed your eyes.
"Tired?"
Jamal asked softly.
"No."
"You fell asleep mid-sentence two minutes ago."
"I was resting my eyes."
"Sure."
You felt him laugh beside you.
A few minutes later, he carefully pulled the blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over both of you.
Neither of you said anything.
The cereal was nearly finished.
The sky outside was still dark.
And somehow, despite being woken up at four in the morning for absolutely no reason, you couldn't bring yourself to be annoyed.
Because every now and then, you'd catch Jamal looking over at you with the softest smile.
Like this had been his plan all along.
Not the cereal.
Not being awake.
Just spending a little extra time with you.
And honestly?
You had a feeling you'd let him wake you up for cereal again.
