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Canada official qualify for the Round of 16 in the 2026 World Cup for the first time ever

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Oh, Baby! Part: 2

Michael Olise x Reader

TW: angst

Summary: Michael regains his senses and works to regain Y/N's trust.

a/n: this part kicked my ass 😫

Oh, Baby! Part: 1 Oh, Baby! Part: 3

Michael poked at his pasta as he replayed his last interaction with Y/N in his mind. Jamal had been rambling on about sister's idiot boyfriend. Michael nodded and gave short reply’s, too distracted by his own problems to carry on a conversation. 

He was snapped out of his daze when Alphonso finally joined them and dropped a bag on the table. “Where have you been?” Jamal asked curiously.

“I went to get a Bayern shirt for my nephew. He grew out of his old one,” Alphonso said, pulling the toddler sized jersey from a gift bag and holding it up with a smile. 

“I got some stuff for my brother's new baby too.” He proudly showed off the Bayern Munich themed baby items that he had purchased for his new niece while Michael watched. Images of his own child flashed through his mind, he couldn’t close his eyes without seeing that face. 

Every day was filled with recurring intrusive thoughts of a little boy wearing a jersey with Olise on the back. He imagined what it’d be like to take him onto the pitch after games, watching him kick a ball around with his teammates' children.

That’s why he was standing here now, knocking on Y/N’s door despite the key he had in his pocket. He squeezed the handle of the gift basket and knocked again. 

“I’m coming, I'm coming!” The door opened revealing Y/N’s flushed face. Her smile faded and she pursed her lips when she realized that it was Michael who had been knocking on her door and not the pizza delivery guy.

“Hi,” he started off first. “Hey.” “Can I come in?” “The last time I let you in my apartment you accused me of cheating on you.” “I know, I’m sorry. I don’t want to argue with you anymore, I want to talk.” 

Y/N considered it and after a moment she opened the door wider and let him in. Michael closed the door behind him and followed her to the livingroom.

“I brought you a gift,” Michael said and handed her the basket once she’d taken her seat on the couch. Her eyes lit up when she saw the bag of sour sweets inside the basket. “Ooh my favorite!” 

She smiled at the Bayern onesie and other FC Bayern Munchen themed baby items inside. “This is really cute, thank you Michael.”

“You're welcome.” He swallowed and clasped his hands together before speaking again. “I’ve been thinking-” she looked up and then held up her finger.

“Hold that thought.” She set the basket aside and waddled to the bathroom as fast as she could, forcing Michael to sit awkwardly until she returned.

“Sorry, I had to pee. I have to pee about every 30 minutes now.” “Really?” “Yeah, the baby puts pressure on my bladder.” Michael nodded, “yeah that makes sense…” 

“You were saying?” Y/N said, spurring him to continue as she opened a pack of sour candies to eat. “Em, about everything. Do you have everything? Like the pram and the crib and stuff?”

“I have his car seat, bassenet,” she looked up in thought then huffed when her mind drew a blank. “I can’t remember everything else, come here I’ll show you.” 

Michael followed her down the hall to a bedroom that was previously used as a guest room. Now the bed was gone, replaced by various baby items.

“So, there’s his car seat, here’s the bassinet. I haven't put the bassinet together yet because I'm scared that if I sit on the floor I won’t be able to get back up.” 

“I’ll do it,” Michael said without thinking. “I haven't done anything else.” “Well, at least you admit it.” “Can you get me a knife?” Michael asked as he rolled up his sleeves and sat on the floor. Y/N stepped out and Michael took a moment to look around the nursery.

He could tell she’d put a lot of effort into it, and she’d done it all alone. He should’ve been here to help her, to hold her hair back when she was sick in the mornings. He should’ve taken her to doctors' appointments and made late night grocery store runs whenever she was having cravings. 

Instead, he’d left her to deal with it all on her own because he was too afraid of facing reality. Emotions rushed in as he imagined her trying to move furniture on her own or carrying heavy bags when she shouldn't have to lift a finger. How could he have been so selfish and irresponsible? 

He thought sending her money every month would be enough but now he realized it wasn't enough for anyone. Not for her or the baby. Not even for himself. The baby wasn't even here yet and Michael felt like he’d already missed so much. 

Y/N returned with a knife, “here you go.” Michael stood up and wordlessly took the knife. He set it on the changing table before hugging her, taking her by surprise. 

“Michael?” “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I left you alone, I'm an idiot,” he apologized profusely. “I should've trusted you. I should've never accused you of cheating on me, you've been nothing but honest the entire time I've known you. It was wrong and irresponsible, and I don't even know why I did it I was just scared." Michael pulled away and cupped her cheek with tears in his eyes.

“When you showed me his face and I felt him kick for the first time everything changed. I don’t wanna just send you child support every month. I wanna be there when he’s born and feed him and change him. I wanna do it all, please forgive me,” he pleaded.

Y/N clenched her jaw, “you abandoned me at one of the scariest times of my life and now you want me to take you back because you finally decided to accept reality? How is that fair Michael?” She asked, trying to keep her composure.

“It’s not, you're right. I still care for you, but I don’t expect you to take me back. I just want to be a part of my son's life.” 

Y/N was conflicted once again. Why did Michael have to make her so confused all the time?! 

He wasn’t a bad man, what he’d done was wrong and irresponsible, and he admitted to that. She would never keep his son away from him unless he proved that he was an unfit parent. However, she wasn't sure what to do about their relationship.

She still cared for him too, though not as much as she had before. Sure, he'd abandoned her emotionally and physically, but he owned up to it.

He willingly took a paternity test and sent her more than enough money to pay for everything without Y/N having to contact her lawyer. She had no doubt that if she told him that she needed anything he would’ve made sure she had it. But was his apology enough for her to accept him back into her life? 

“I forgive you but I still don't trust you. Words without actions are meaningless, Michael.” 

“Tell me what to do and I’ll do it. I want to be a father.” 

“Start with the crib.” 

After that day, Michael dedicated himself to making the rest of her pregnancy as easy as possible. 

He knew better than to shove his way back into her life so he started by checking on her, reminding her to take her vitamins, and trying his best to convince her to drink more water and less coffee. 

He hired a driver to take her places after she told him that driving was uncomfortable with the way the seatbelt dug into her belly when she turned to look both ways.

He attended every doctor's appointment and took note of everything the doctor said. And when her belly got too big to fit her own shirts, Michael rifled through his dresser to find the stretchiest and softest shirts he owned. 

Over the next few months they formed a new relationship. One that was based on their shared love for their unborn child. The tension had dissipated and was replaced with a warm tone. Discussions of baby names and birth plans took place of the arguments and accusations. 

At first, Y/N resisted Michael’s attempts to make her life easier. She assured him that she was fine and she didn't need him to come over and help her with regular chores. But when her belly got in the way of shaving her legs, she caved. 

Michael began stopping by once a week to shave her legs for her. Once a week became twice after the weight of her belly started putting too much pressure on her back and pelvis. Her doctor suggested that she use athletic tape to lift her belly and relieve the pressure, a task that Michael was more than willing to handle for her. 

After that, Michael began visiting her apartment for seemingly no reason at all. He would drive straight there after training ended, any activity that Y/N was doing suddenly became a group project. Including her own self care.

“How bored do you have to be to come all this way just to rub my belly?” Y/N asked as Michael rubbed cocoa butter over her skin.

“I wasn’t bored, I wanted to see you.” “Mmhmm. You must be procrastinating.” 

“I’m not procrastinating. I just thought I'd come by and see if you needed anything”

“Sure Michael,” she said, clearly unconvinced. 

“Besides, why would I go home and do nothing when I can slather your belly with cocoa butter? This is way more fun.” 

“Oh yeah, I bet” Y/N said sarcastically. “No, I’m serious. Feels like I’m lubing up a beach ball.” Y/N rolled her eyes and resisted a smile. 

“That’s so childish, Michael.” “I know you're not talking about me, yesterday I came in and you were watching Sesame Street.”

“I was doing research,” she said defensively. “I’m sorting through children’s TV shows to see which ones will be the most beneficial for his cognitive and intellectual development.”

Michael stared at her for a moment before bursting into laughter making Y/N laugh too. “Shut up, Sesame Street is a good show.” 

“Yeah but Barney is way better.” Y/N gasped and looked at him in horror.

“Barney? So that’s what’s wrong with you! Nobody that watched Barney as a kid turns out to be a normal adult.” Michael looked at her in offense then down at her belly. “Do you hear the way your mother talks to me?”

Michael felt a kick and perked up, “see? He agreed with me.” “His opinion doesn't count, he hasn't watched either of the shows yet.” “Fine. What am I doing next?” Michael asked, holding up his hands covered in excess cocoa butter. 

Y/N lifted her leg and Michael began rubbing her thighs. They both felt a shift in the air as Michael’s hands spread the lotion over her skin. Michael had read that pregnant women could become aroused easily but didn't think something as simple as applying lotion to her legs would have such an effect.

Y/N lips parted as Michael’s hands neared the inside of her thigh. “This was a bad idea.”

Michael halted his movement and looked up, "d'you want me to stop?” “I don’t know.” 

Michael removed his hands anyway and watched her face as she tried to figure out her own emotions. “Do you want me to leave?” “No.” 

Y/N threw her head back and groaned, “stupid pregnancy hormones.”

They couldn't keep their hands off each other before she got pregnant, which was how they got into this mess in the first place. In addition to making her sick, sleepy, and tired constantly, the pregnancy hormones had also made her hornier than ever before.

Every time Michael came to her place, she wanted to jump his bones which was part of the reason why she tried to convince him that she could handle everything. 

Now, with his hand on her thighs, Y/N was stuck between a rock and a hard place. She lifted her head and looked at Michael with a frustrated expression. “Why can’t you be ugly and have a small dick?” She whined. 

Michael stifled a laugh, “now you're doing it on purpose!” 

“I’m not doing anything!” 

“Yes you are. You're smiling, you know what that does to me.” She huffed and looked away with a frown. 

“I want something chocolate.” She said, trying to convince herself that she was hungry instead of aroused.

“I’m right here.” 

She turned her head slowly to glare at him while Michael snickered. “Now you're just being mean,” she said accusingly.

She huffed as she sat up, “I have to pee.” Michael stood up and held his hands out to her, she took them and he helped her stand up. Her belly being the only thing separating them.

She glared up at Michael who was still holding onto her hands. “I’ll leave if you want me to. Or I can help you with your little problem,” he said quietly.

Y/N considered it for a moment but she knew it was a bad idea.

“We’re not there yet.” He nodded understandingly and watched her as she walked down the hall to the bathroom. It occurred to him that now with their lack of physical affection, he felt closer to her than he had when they were dating.

Those few months of separation had been miserable for Michael and now he felt drawn to her every day. He couldn't wait for training to be over so he could go see her. 

Maybe absence really does make the heart grow fonder. 

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we're so back

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You should write something for Alphonso Davies if possible!! Some fluff would be great, there is nothing on him anywhere

Still gentle.

Pairing : Alphonso Davies X Reader

Summary : still a gentleman even after an argument

Disclaimer : English is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

Masterlist

It’s been a few hours since you last seen alphonso, precisely after you stormed out of the living room angrily, leaving him there on the sofa head low.

It was a pretty heated argument because it’s a sensitive topic that you both avoided discussing due to it’s sensitivity, only for all these times to be bottled up and explode tonight.

Despite the intensity of the situation, you still had to attend the family gathering his parents organized tonight for their anniversary. So you were left siting on your vanity’s chair, doing your makeup while the flashbacks of the argument still flooded your brain.

Snapping out of the trance, you get up to put on your dress, only to realize that you physically can’t zip it by yourself, and there’s only you and him in the house.

Ignoring the issue you put it on, thinking that there’s probably a way to do it. You enter your closet, stand infront of the mirror, turn halfway and begin to zip the dress. For the first part, it was going well, until it got high and you couldn’t reach it. Once your hands fell to your sides and your eyesight fell to the floor, you felt the dress zip up. Your head shot up to find alphonso zipping it slowly, once he was done, he didn’t say anything he just stared ahead in the mirror for a few seconds, turned and left while you mumbled an inaudible thank you.

A few minutes later, you walked down the stairs to the entrance, finding him standing there, patiently waiting. Once his eyes lifted from his phone and landed on you, the change in his expression, you saw it, because only you can read alphonso’s eyes, his gaze softened, you caught it no matter how much he tried to hide it.

You both left outside, him opening the door for you, then opened the car door for you.

“It’s fine I got it” you said

“I know that you got it, and I also know that just because we got into an argument doesn’t mean I can’t treat my lady right.” He replied closing the car door.

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lovers|| jamal musiala x michael olise sister

Summary: You and Jamal have been dating for quite some time, the relationship is secret though, only because you happen to be Olise sister.

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It wasn't easy having a brother in the lime light, whether it was at school or you were buying groceries, everyone stopped to talk to you about your famous brother, even the gossip blogs tried to contact you to get a quote out of you but you denied them.

The media frenzy simmered down when they realised you just wanted your peace, and not fame following your brother around or trying a shot at an influencer career. You didn't see that type of career lasting long if you was only going to be sustained by his ability to stay in the lime light.

Also, you hated fame and cameras zooming into all your business.

But not all that came with Michael's career was bad, you also got someone you liked in the form of Jamal Musiala. The german national team star immediately became your object of fixation from the first moment you saw him, you couldn't help but develop feelings for you.

You wanted to try to get to know him better (as more than a friend) but Michael always unknowingly blocked it, by attaching the title of "brother" or "sister" to you both, and so it was awkward to try.

But somehow, one time when you spent time together with Michael and he stepped out. Jamal took a leap of faith, and approached you, you were short af trying to get a cereal box on top of the shelf, he merely extended his hand and grabbed it.

You turn around coming face to face with his lips. "T-thanks".

And just like that he leaned in and kissed you, it was a gentle kiss, but you reciprocated and pulled him closer, and when you both pulled away, you both let out a sigh of relief.

"I-" Then as though he realised what he just did, tried to apologize but you pulled him back in and he let it happen, he placed his hands on your waist and kissed you too.

That was the start of your relationship, ever since that day you both decided to date and see where it was eventually lead. And you both enjoyed yourself on dates together, and decided to become boyfriend and girlfriend only problem was Michael.

He always saw you two as bros and siblings, and never thought anything of your bond together. "That's what siblings do" He always remarked. Also you were both pretty sure he'd never agree to both of you dating regardless of the siblings attachment, because Michael was a strict brother.

He wanted you to not get "distracted" by guys and to focus on your university studies, and believed that all the guys who wanted to date you were "untrustworthy" or "only wanted one thing" you rolled your eyes at him for saying that.

You didn't blame him, you entered uni pretty early in age causing him to be even more overly concerned and protective.

"Do you want to play a video game?" Michael had asked you to join he, Jamal and Phonzy to play a game.

You agreed to play but was really only there for the snacks, and the fun of watching someone (Phonzy) crash out when he lost for the tenth time or Jamal try to distract Michael by tickling him when he was going for another high score.

When the doorbell rang and Michael went to get the pizza, Jamal took the opportunity to lean in and sneak a kiss from you. He was sitting on the floor, so you moved closer and gave him a peck but he refused to leave like that and continued to kiss you more fiercely.

You both heard someone clear their throat, Phonzy raised a brow. "Did you both actually forget that I am here?".

You covered your face while Jamal smirked, "please don't tell" you begged while Jamal sincerely looked like he didn't care who knew or didn't know (which made you both happy and worried).

"I won't" Phonzy said then remembered, "If, you let me win the next round of game".

Jamal groaned and you threw a pillow are Phonzy. By the time Micheal was back, there was a full blown pillow fight and one of you (definitely looking at Jamal) had aimed the pillow at his head, he immediately grabbed a pillow and threw back drawing himself into the fight.

It got harder to hide your relationship when Jamal sent you gifts to your house. Michael had seen them first, "This for you?".

You held the roses in your hands, they smelled really good and you were happy for the gesture but with Michael staring at you and waiting for a reply you really didn't know what to say/do.

He grabbed the note. "Missing you , my love" then really stared at the roses.

"We talked about this" Michael sighs. "You promised to stay focus, all these guys just want one thing from you".

You also join. "He's not just anyone, look I can date whoever I want-".

Michael shakes his head. "Trust me. I'm your elder brother okay?".

With that he was walking back into his room, making you feel very irritated and upset with the whole situation.

You gave Jamal a call. "Michael is not going to be in the next match for Bayern".

Jamal's eyebrows went up, in the video call you were in. "Hmm?".

"Because I'm going to hide his body somewhere that no one is going to find".

Jamal honestly laughs holding his stomach as he eats his watermelon. "He did something again right?".

You nod.

"Did you get my roses?".

You nod once again. "He started giving me this speech that he always does, and I couldn't even enjoy the roses" then you smile, "It was a nice gesture though, my love" you eye him knowingly.

He groans but smiles regardless. You both had not yet gotten to the point of confessing you love each other, so him writing it was a big deal for both of you.

"I mean what I wrote, my love" He tells you, "I do love you".

You smile.

"Even though I know your braids deliberately covers my face during video games to make me lose, and can't just prove it. Or you spend an hour getting ready for a thirty minute date, how you always trick me and tell me that the next movie we are going to is going to be my choice, and you're always on the lookout for your brother even when we were in Italy!!"

You cannot help laughing then you pauses a bit. "I really want to tell Michael but I know he's not going to approve, to him we're just little bros and sis, he's going to crash out".

Jamal cocked his head. "You have to tell him eventually. Or let me".

"That will be a disaster" Some tension escapes you as you laugh.

"He has to know if he's going to be my right hand man at my wedding" He tells you giving you a wink.

You continue talking for much longer till you both fall asleep on call.

Three days without seeing each other led you to meet when Jamal came to pick Micheal up for a late night stroll.

"Hey" You waves trying to act cool in front of Michael. "Where are you going?"

"He wants a late night snack, and for some reason I have to go with him" Michael sighs, "You have to be independent bro".

"I want to come too" You tell him but he shakes his head.

"Stay home and study".

You throw hands. "I'm not a kid, I can make my own decisions. And I want to come too, and I'm going".

"I never said you can't make your own decision-"

You raised a finger to get Michael to stop talking, went to Jamal and kissed him then went to the door of the car. "I am dating Jamal, deal with it. Yes I can date, and yes I won't get distracted with my studies, I'm the best student in my class, deal with it".

Jamal stared at Michael, Micheal stared back.

"I have no problems with this".

Jamal looked taken a back. "What?".

"I know and trust you" He said loud enough for you inside the car to hear. "Don't just break her heart" he said strolling to the car.

You and Jamal sat in the back seat together holding hands, you honestly didn't know what possessed you to come clean. But it made you both very happy.

THE END

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