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“Win, lose, draw: it’s you and me.”
It's a sequel to my previous Jude/Lamine fic. You'd better read it first.- Language:
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10 Jul 2026
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Pedri had stormed off after his red card. He didn’t wanna talk to anyone right now, most definitely not Jude.
“Don’t,” Pedri said pre-emptively, not in the mood for whatever Jude had in store for him.
Jude ignored him. In two strides, he was in front of Pedri, close enough that the scent of victory and sweat radiated in the air.
“We had a bet.”
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- Part 1 of One-Shots
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28 Feb 2026
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Pedro Gonzalez Lopez was many things, but a liar wasn’t one of them.
The smile settling on his lips is kind and understanding, “You need a fake boyfriend? What’s in it for me?”
or, pedri lies to his family about having a boyfriend and gavi falls into his lap as the perfect fake partner, the fake dating fic no one asked for but i needed
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22 Feb 2026
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So here he is, skipping celebrations with the team, lying and having secrets from his best friends, and all that to end up on his knees on the tiled floor of Vinicius's shower.
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08 Feb 2026
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“I was in love with my best friend.” He said.
He was still staring at the cap. He couldn’t tell if its green was the right one. He couldn’t recognize his favorite shade anymore.
“From the past tense,” Michael murmured, his face giving nothing away. “I’m guessing it didn’t go well.”
In between their shared breaths and the small sentences that required courage to say, Michael’s hand had absentmindedly slipped from Jamal’s waist, his palm resting lightly on Jamal’s stomach, making the muscles beneath it stealthily tighten.
“Ask your mom about that.”
Michael laughed softly. Jamal smiled at the sound.
Or: In the wake of heartbreak, Jamal finds unexpected solace in late-night texts, rooftops, and the reckless kindness of his therapist’s son, Michael Olise.
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28 Nov 2025