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𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 ... omar marmoush x reader 💫

"you are unforgettable... i need to get you alone." - swae lee

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synopsis: you've attended omar's man city debut match against chelsea, and after a brilliant win, he's more than happy to take a picture with you - especially because you're a familiar face. one that he couldn't seem to forget after seeing you at an earlier point in time.

contents: fluff, reunion, female reader, flirting, love at first sight applicable to both omar and reader, crushes

notes: request fulfilled for @kixxkmzz 🩵🩵 this sounds like it can ease into a BRILLIANT part 2... strangers to lovers? lmk suggestions for such a thing to come to life!

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today was absolutely massive, and the atmosphere at the etihad was buzzing with celebration and hope for the future.

city's 3-1 win against chelsea was fought for nicely, and the hunger that your club clearly had for that win in which the way they played showed how well they strived for it was such a pleasure.

"there goes full time!! congrats girl, happy for you," your best friend says - giving you a friendly side-hug. although you liked city and she came up from london to have a little manchester weekender with you, you guys' brilliant bond as bffs established a tenderness within the each of your hearts for one another's clubs.

"awh thanks~" you replied, hugging her back. "sorry we had to totally obliterate you."

"i'm telling you, if that new guy's goal wasn't offside, we would be down three points to you... i'd be on the floor literally!" she exclaimed.

"oh yes, him!! gosh, if only..." you went on dreamily, because a 4-1 city win to you would of course be even more satisfying than a 3-1 city win. "that guy...! what's his name again...?"

you thought hard... feeling a little silly for not knowing right on the spot. your mind was just a bit fuzzy after going (positively) mad after a brilliant match.

plus, you'd been off the internet for a good bit before this very day as it was only the errand you ran this morning to finally pick up your new cell phone. after having lost your other one due to some petty crime while in london just weeks ago with your best friend, your mind was riddled with insurance happenings, getting the compensation for that unfortunate event - transfer window was not your biggest concern.

"marmoush!" she said. "just came from frankfurt. bundesliga. i don't blame you for having to think... i know we're both more invested in the prems than any other league."

marmoush... you tried to process the name. have you heard that around. you weren't sure if you could even attach a first name to it from memory alone.

the bell didn't ring. not right away. not yet.

if only you picked up on the names of the players you'd seen almost a year ago after the friendies match you attended of egypt vs croatia.

your best friend commended you and your club. "he's seriously good, so i've been told. good stuff, girl. let's head down."

and so the both of you chatted away as you put your jackets on and slung your purses over your shoulders. the sky above the etihad was a beautiful contrast from how it had already looked when the match was beginning - starting out as sky blues merged into orange with the setting sun, now a clear near-nighttime sky.

your best friend then quipped; "hey, we've been sitting, like, almost pitchside today... let's go try and talk to one of the players before they go back through the tunnel!! get pics with them even!!! ...

...isn't that your dream, to interact with a baller? from your club especially?!"

lord if she wasn't the smartest person you knew!

"wait, you're a total genius. come quick~"

you two made way down just a couple of steps before you both pressed up against the very front of the stands where the adverts making up the perimeter of the pitch stood, phones in hand. close enough to get the attention of the players as they mingled about on the pitch before going through the etihad's tunnel.

and then some bouts of absolute magic had come you guys' way.

"oh my gosh, joško just smiled at us!" your best friend exclaimed, as the croat noticed the two of you, and gave a nod before going to pat a teammate on the back.

"and there goes your favourite winger~" you pointed out. chelsea's noni madueke also smiled and made eye contact with your friend for the split second, as he scanned the audience near the pitch to express his gratitude to - especially since he bagged chelsea's goal.

your bff? ecstatic. "oh my gosh! noni!!"

"that's crazy, two in a matter of seconds-"

"hey, y/n - over there!!" your best friend cut in.

she was pointing with her index, arm outstretched, and your eyes calculated to where she was pointing.

one of the city players who you'd never seen on the pitch until this very day.

but you finally got a good look, because he was looking right at you, approaching.

a man right about six feet tall with tan skin, black curls, a goattee... and an absolutely unforgettable smile.

you were so awestruck. "i recognize him from an earlier time...

...not from bundesliga."

"you remember omar! omar marmoush! you talked to him after that friendlies match last march..." she chimed.

omar got close to the pitchside stands, looked up at you, and his smile only curved up into an even happier one.

"y/n?" omar asked, his voice raised just enough so you could hear him amongst the loud atmosphere in the stadium.

"you remember my name, omar?"

"of course i do...

...i remember you! come..."

your best friend gave you the most mischevious smirk, her mind getting ahead of the times already. her bff reconnecting with the baller she'd met last year. "i'll wait for you guys" she whispered. you looked back at her with a smile.

omar reached out his hand in a very gentlemanly manner, leading you through the short gate that allowed you to step onto the grass. you were hesitant at first but he looked at you reassuringly.

"it's alright, the people working this place will see you're with me. they won't mind." omar chuckled.

you laughed along with him and shrugged, as you carefully stepped onto the pitch.

"we meet again, then!" you said, the stadium floodlights reflecting in your eyes. omar noticed it, and he felt some warmth in his heart. you looked really pretty.

omar nodded with another chuckle. "we do... yes. you saw us take a bit of a loss to croatia last year... but now you see me win."

your face was graced with a smile, as was his. he looked so... happy... to see you.

there was this fondness in his eyes that glimmered all thanks to the etihad floodlights reflecting in his own as they were for you.

both you and omar were in tune enough to really just take that moment in. look at one another and smile.

"i just..." omar started, kind of stalling, for even he was open mouthed in amazement for he got to see you. "i remember you, y/n. speaking to you after friendlies last year."

"i remember now too... sorry it took me a moment to even know it was you, i was just... dealing with so much these past couple of weeks. lost my phone in london... wasn't keeping up with transfer news... i had no idea you were-"

"i'm here. i'm at city." omar assured you.

that stall between the two of you happened again.

magically, it wasn't awkward though. it was just a pause... that made you two just really think about how cool it is that you two were face to face at a premier league match.

you couldn't lie when you told yourself silently in your head that the egyptian looks so good in city blue. so, so good.

the familiarity of his eyes and smile are really coming back to you.

"new phone, i see~" omar smirked, looking down at what was in your hand.

you giggled at that. "your memory, omar-!"

"i don't know, y/n! i just... remember you so well!" he beamed, his excitement so palpable for some reason. "i just thought of you from time... so it feels like yesterday we spoke after friendlies."

"from time?! flatterer..." you joked.

"don't you know the feeling? it's hard to forget a very beautiful face..."

omar sighed, his tone growing a bit softer. he was being straightforward, but he wanted to tell you honestly. "like yours... matter of fact, not like i want to forget it."

you wanted to give him all the thanks in the world, but his smug yet cute grin was already implicitly telling you; "no need to thank me." a blush tinged your cheeks as you shook your head softly, neither of your smiles fading even a bit.

he glanced at the pristine cell phone in your hand again. "wanna selfie?"

you nodded reverently. "that's what i've been meaning to ask, hah~"

"i'll get a flick of you two! pose, guys" your best friend declared, her phone already readied to get a perfect shot of you and the egyptian footballer.

omar looked at you happily, and slung an arm gently around your shoulder, as you two situated yourselves for a brilliant picture, smiling brilliantly for the camera. your best friend snapped away on her cell phone's camera shutter, and omar couldn't help but slither his arm to wrap around your waist for a few seconds. you even used your own phone to get some selfies in with omar.

"just sent you all the flicks!" your bff notified, the haptic and "attachments: 12 images" message coming from her line onto your phone confirming that. you thanked her as you saved them to your camera roll.

"can i have the pictures too?" said omar.

you didn't even need to think twice about pressing the "new message" icon, handing your phone to omar to allow him to type in his numerals. he did so with a smile - one full of hope... that so many more memories with you lay in the future after this. he handed it back to you as you attached each of the pics of the two of you to the chat, hitting send. a little "delivered" appeared beneath the images in an instant.

omar looked at you sweetly again. he figured as the volume in the stadium mellowed out, and the fans filed out, that he should be getting back. he brought his arms around you again, pulling you into an innocent hug. your best friend was silently cheering this budding connection on, as you closed your eyes for a second as you and omar hugged.

"i'll text you as soon as i'm home." omar promised.

"sounds perfect."

taking his sweet time, omar pulled back after a few fruitful seconds of you guys' hug, and he kept his hands gently rested on your shoulders.

"get home safe, beautiful...

...see you before you know it."

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[secondstriker]

Manchester City 2-0 Cardiff: City Swat Aside Toothless Bluebirds

Manchester City lined up in their usual 4-3-3 shape, with Phil Foden making his debut in one of the central midfield roles alongside Kevin De Bruyne. Ahead of a fixture pileup, there was some other rotation from Pep Guardiola as Danilo and Gabriel Jesus started in place of Kyle Walker and Sergio Aguero. Neil Warnock chose to pack the Cardiff midfield with a deep 4-5-1, leaving Kenneth Zohore on the bench in favour of Oumar Niasse.

In truth this wasn’t the most interesting tactical contest, City scythed open Cardiff at will, and didn’t look like they had to get out of second gear to do so. If as lethal a finisher as Sergio Aguero had been on the pitch it could have been 6-0 quite comfortably - City missed some fairly easy opportunities. Cardiff looked resigned to defeat early on, without a cogent gameplan and massively lacking in confidence after their undeserved defeat to Chelsea at the weekend.

City opened scoring in 5th minute, Laporte picked out De Bruyne in the box, who was at a very tight angle and somehow snuck it past Neil Etheridge in the Cardiff goal. Etheridge is a capable goalkeeper and could have stopped the shot, but was too worried about De Bruyne squaring the ball for a tap in, and the Belgian spotted this and took full advantage with a clever finish.

City had been all over Cardiff in the opening minutes, with the Bluebirds not looking to have any idea of how they were supposed to be approaching the game. On the face of it this is a supremely tough match, but no one should be resigned to defeat from the start - there are ways of beating this City side. Some teams sit deep and try to frustrate like Newcastle successfully did in January, some counter attack like Crystal Palace in December, and those who are brave enough press high up to try to steal the ball up the pitch like Liverpool have tended to do in previous meetings. Cardiff didn’t really do any of these and so it’s puzzling as to what their plan was to try to take something from this match. City’s last two defeats have been to other relegation candidates, so it’s not as though they are unbeatable.

Foden making his first start was a big pre-match talking point, and he had a decent game - he was pretty unlucky to not get a goal on his full debut thanks to some good Etheridge saves but it wasn’t a headline-grabbing performance either. It’s hard to say whether this start represented a show of faith from Guardiola, or if he was just supremely confident of beating Cardiff and didn’t feel he needed a full strength side, especially as the fixtures build up for City at the business end of the season. If so, he had a point, City were not troubled in this match, but were guilty of taking it easy a bit too early in the game. At 1-0, they were taking shots from distance and not playing with enough urgency when another goal was needed to kill the game off.

One interesting tactical point was City’s winger-full back combinations, as the two starting pairs represent very opposite styles. Danilo and Riyad Mahrez both like to cut inside, with the former joining as an auxiliary central midfielder at times and the latter just wanting to cut in onto his favoured left foot to take shooting opportunities. Sane and Oleksandr Zinchenko both play extremely wide and high up the pitch, stretching the play. Zinchenko is a converted winger, so his attacking instincts are understandable, while Sane is atypical as modern wingers are concerned, playing on his strong side rather than cutting in like Mahrez and most others. This meant the full backs were doing the same things as their wingers, rather than offering a different option. City’s hand was forced when Zinchenko was taken off with an injury in the first 20 minutes, meaning Kyle Walker came on at right back and Danilo switched to the left, but this actually gave City more balance; Walker overlapped Mahrez, while Danilo came inside and left the left flank free for Sane.

Man City got their inevitable second goal just before half time, a corner fell to Jesus who laid it off to Sane to hit a lovely driven effort into the bottom corner. Although Cardiff had posed zero threat, the goal was necessary to ensure the second half was comfortable and could be played at a slower pace for the home side to conserve energy.

If this is a very Man City focused analysis, it’s because Man City did the vast majority of the interesting things in this match. Cardiff had a couple of corners, neither of which came to anything, their first shot came in the 73rd minute and they only gave the home side a slight scare in the final 10 minutes when Niasse had a chance on a counter attack to halve the defecit. Niasse is a willing runner and will work hard for his team, but he is not prolific enough to feed off scraps or gifted enough to hold the ball up until teammates can support him. Cardiff also only managed 21% possession and 3 shots to Man City’s 27. They played like a side who were already relegated, when in previous games they have clearly shown the necessary fight and desire to cause upsets.

Cardiff’s substitutions were fairly inconsequential, like-for-like changes, with Neil Warnock obviously deciding it was not worth throwing an extra striker on to chase in vain for a couple of goals for fear of taking major damage to their goal difference. Their first change was Mendez-Laing for Murphy. Bacuna and Reid later replaced Gunnarsson and Camarasa.

The second half was a languid affair, with the result already decided. It’s staggering City didn’t get at least one more goal, given their number of efforts on goal and the dominance they had over their opponents. They probably should have had a penalty in the 74th minute when Mahrez was clipped in the area, and on 78 minutes Jesus tried to flick a De Bruyne pass into the goal rather than applying a simple finish. He was offside, but this wasn’t flagged - it’s impressive that he was confident enough to try this trick after already having wasted some similarly easy chances earlier in the game. Unfortunately we didn’t learn much about City in this game, it was as routine as routine wins come.

This was an ideal match for Foden to make his debut in. He had the experience of Fernandinho behind him, and was playing with probably the best central midfielder in the world in Kevin De Bruyne. In addition, this was a home match to a pretty poor team, and he has already made several substitute appearances and starts in the cup competitions, so was familiar enough with the team to be used to his teammates movement. However… he played okay, but not spectacularly. David Silva, Bernardo Silva and Ilkay Gundogan were all fit and on the bench, and it’s hard not to see City signing a top central midfielder to replace Fernandinho in the summer like they intended to with Fred or Jorginho in previous windows. At minimum, Foden desperately needs a loan move, but should really consider following Jadon Sancho’s example and moving permanently elsewhere. He might one day be good enough to get in this team every week, but he will not get the chances to grow to that level in the next few years if he is barely making the bench each week.

Cardiff look destined for relegation on the basis of this display. Clearly, this is probably the most difficult game they will play all season, away to the reigning champions, but they were completely listless and looked devoid of confidence. They had no plan, and face Man Utd and Liverpool before the end of the season. It’s honestly surprising that they didnt just play their reserves in this match so that the best XI were fitter for the winnable matches they have remaining. A better performance against Burnley in their next match is an absolute must.