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canirove · 1 year

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Erling Haaland Imagine | two

Author’s note: The person who requested this imagine on Wattpad wanted something where Erling was jealous of Mbappé, everything else was up to me. Thank you for reading, and hope you like it! 💜 Little summary: the reader also is a football player, and they are constantly doing photoshoots with Mbappé due to both of them working with Nike, making Haaland jealous.

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"They are here!"

"What?"

"The photos from my latest Nike campaign! Come, let's check them together."

"Ok" Erling sighs, letting himself fall next to me.

"If you keep doing that, we'll be needing a new sofa rather sooner than later" I chuckle.

"Yeah" he mutters.

"Let's see if they chose the photos I liked. There was one with a blue tracksuit that looked magazine worth it" I say, opening the email I was sent. "This is so exciting!"

I keep scrolling through the photos, commenting on them, Erling only answering with monosyllables.

"Thank you for the support, darling" I say, rolling my eyes.

"You're welcome."

"You're welcome" I snort. "This is huge, Erling. I'm part of the biggest campaign of the season next to some of the best athletes out there, and the only thing I've gotten from you is a bunch of yeahs."

"I'm really proud of you."

"I'm really proud of you" I repeat, trying to sound as lifeless as he has. "You know, maybe when they say that you are a robot, they are right. You just showed no emotions."

"Sorry. But I am really proud of you, I truly am" he says with a shy smile.

"Then why doesn't it feel like it? It's like we were talking about what you wanted for dinner instead of a career goal for me."

"I'm sorry" he repeats. "It's just that..."

"Just what?" I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Why him?"

"What?"

"Why do you always have to take photos with him? Don't they have other players?"

"Erling... Are you jealous of Mbappé?" I laugh.

"No! I mean... I just don't understand why it always has to be him. Why not... Mount? Or someone from Real Madrid or Barça? Isn't Lewandowski with Nike too? You could do the campaigns with him."

"And you would get jealous of his abs."

"Nah..."

"Are you sure?" I tease him.

"Pretty sure. Haven't you seen mine?"

"Oh, I have. I definitely have" I smile. "But why are you jealous of Kylian, then?"

"I don't know... But they are constantly comparing us, seeing who scores more goals, who wins more trophies, talking about who is gonna be the next football star... And seeing you with him all the time, having fun on those shoots and at the events..."

"Are you afraid I may leave you for him?"

"What? No. He isn't your type."

"My type is stupid big blonde guys, you are right" I laugh.

"Meh meh meh" he says, sticking out his tongue.

"If it isn't that, then what is it?"

"I don't know."

"You are being so helpful here..."

"I'm sorry. But it's like... Like he is always there, on everything I do related to football and my career, you know? And you are this thing that is only mine, like something that is just for me..." he sighs, sinking a bit more on the sofa. "God, that sounded so possessive, like I own you or something... But that isn't what I meant. You know it, right?"

"I do" I say, taking his hand on mine.

"This relationship, us..." he says, looking at our hands. "It is something between you and I. Something no one else is part of. But when you are on those shoots and events with him, it feels like he is also being part of it like happens with everything else. It's like I can't have anything of my own anymore without him also being part of it. Like he is here, in our house. In my home. Because..."

"Because?" I ask, squeezing his hand and encouraging to keep talking.

"Because you are my home" he says, finally looking me in the eyes. "You are the person I can always go to if I've had a bad day, if something has gone wrong. You make me feel safe, cared for, calm. As if nothing bad can happen as long as we are together. And I don't need Kylian fucking Mbappé also being part of that."

"Aww, Erling" I say, hugging him. "I'm sorry you've felt like that."

"And I'm sorry for being such a jerk and not telling you sooner."

"There is one way to fix this, tho."

"You singing for Adidas?" he chuckles.

"No" I say, rolling my eyes and moving to look at him. "We can end our deal."

"Our deal?"

"Yes, the one we agreed on when we started dating. The one about not doing campaigns or photoshoots of any kind together, to not mix our careers with our personal lives. If we ignore that, they will definitely put us together on the next shoot. Besides him, you are their other star, but you also happen to be my boyfriend, and couples doing things together always sells."

"Are you sure? What if it makes things worse?"

"This, your jealousy and insecurities every time I'm next to Kylian, is what is making things worse."

"And I don't like feeling like that. Or the things I've thought."

"Good. Then let's call our agents and tell them our deal is over. But first, let's go sofa shopping."

"What?" Erling says, laughing for the first time since he sat next to me.

"You keep sinking lower and lower on this one, and I fear that instead of breaking it, what you will break is your back. It is too small for you, we need a bigger one. And besides, when we cuddle while watching tv, I'm always thinking I may end on the floor if I move a little."

"I would never let you fall" he says, hugging me again. "Just how you aren't letting me fall right now."

"We have each other's backs."

"We do" he smiles.

"I love you, Erling."

"I love you too."

#erling haaland #erling haaland x reader #erling haaland imagine #football imagine #football fanfic

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louisupdates · 1 year

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Louis Tomlinson releases new single "Written All Over Your Face" and presents the trailer for his highly anticipated documentary All Of Those Voices (LCDM)

Louis Tomlinson returns with new single "Written All Over Your Face", from his latest album "Faith In The Future", released recently. The critically acclaimed album reached No. 1 in the UK, Spain and Belgium, and Top 5 in the US, Australia, New Zealand and across Europe.

By DAVID FRIAR (Translated, 02/27/2023)

“Written All Over Your Face" is the kind of song Louis felt was missing from his debut album. "Looking back, my biggest regret about Walls is that, as much as I like it, there weren't enough moments that took you away from the center of the record," Louis says candidly. "Songs like 'Written All Over Your Face,' are full of different feelings, different flavors and different sounds, but the important thing is that they all make sense within the context of the record and help shape the identity of the record."

This week Louis has also unveiled the trailer for the highly anticipated and emotional documentary All Of Those Voices, which will be released in theaters around the world on Wednesday March 22 for a limited time. Tickets are on sale now at www.allofthosevoices.com, where you'll also find up-to-date information on the theaters around the world where it can be seen.

All Of Those Voices offers a refreshingly raw and real look into the musical career of Louis Tomlinson. Abandoning the typical splendor of celebrity documentaries, this film offers audiences an intimate and no-holds-barred look at Louis' life and musical career. The documentary offers a unique perspective on what it means to be a musician in today's fast-paced world, through never-before-seen home videos and behind-the-scenes footage of Louis' sold-out 2022 world tour.

In addition, Louis has just announced a big tour of the UK and Europe for 2023. The tour will visit the different countries of Europe from August to November and will include a date at the O2 Arena in London. In Spain we can enjoy three dates in three different cities: Bilbao, Madrid and Barcelona.

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#louis press #faith in the future: spain #los 40 #louis tomlinson #aotv promo #27 february 2023 #Youtube

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findingnemosworld · 7 months

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𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐫.𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤. 𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬. 𝐈𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐝𝐞. 𝐈 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐏. 𝐒. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 )

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐨𝐟𝐜 𝐢𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐧*𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐠!!

Uprooting to Paris wasn't anything new to her, she had lived there previous hence why when Sergio was offered a contract from Paris Saint Germain, she had effortlessly moved her work station there to be closer to him as well as support his career after a long path he had carved in Real Madrid - it was quite the different stage, especially due to the controversy surrounding Paris Saint Germain yet Sergio held his head up high, having been able to blend in quite nicely with his teammates, and she loved how friendly everyone was to her, except for one person, Neymar.

She wasn't a stranger to Neymar, while the Brazilian was hailed for his skills during his time in Barcelona, he wasn't exactly hailed for the kind person he was off the pitch - a well known philanderer despite his current relationship, he couldn't seem to keep his hands to himself, and it applied to the way he conversed with the WAG's should they ever cross his path.

And for her, that was tonight, PSG had won against Marseille with an impressive scoreline of 5-2.

She was lead to the backstage area and waited for Sergio, when suddenly she feels a tap on her shoulder causing her to turn around and smile expecting to see Sergio only for her smile to fall upon seeing Neymar, she was quick to force a smile and utter with an exaggerated faux cheerful tone. " Neymar "

The Brazilian seemed unaffected, he gives his most charming smile then says, " I have to say Anjo, everytime I see you I'm convinced it's a sign from God "

She could feel the urge to throw up creep up on her, her forced smile remains despite her eyes displaying a maddening level of disgust. " It is? I had no idea, seeing as I was waiting for my fiancé "

" Oh Anjo, If I were you .. I would open my eyes and see that there's more to life than what you confine yourself in, the options are endless " He said with the same smile.

She leisurely inhales and exhales a deep breath before retorting with the same smile across her lips, " Is that what you say while you go out, screw everything that has a pulse while a sweet woman is waiting for you at home? "

" What she doesn't know won't hurt her? " He shrugs nonchalantly.

" I hate to be the bearer of bad news but, everyone knows even her. So maybe, you can run back and repent though I highly doubt that there is an honorable intact bone inside of your body " She shakes her head, a dry chuckle escapes her lips.

Before Neymar could even respond, a deep voice interrupts them.

" What is going on here? "

Sergio approaches her, his eyes shooting daggers towards the Brazilian, " Is there something going on here? " he repeats, with an oddly calming tone.

" It's fine " She turns to look at Sergio, " Neymar here was telling me about Bruna's latest venture, a modeling gig "

Sergio wasn't convinced at all yet he knew his fiancée well enough to know that she favored peacefully walking away instead of arguments, Neymar chuckles. " Yeah, she's right " he nods then says, " You've got a good one irmão, see you around "

Sergio nods, then turns to her. " Are you sure nothing happened? "

She nods, " Relax amor, I'm fine. Let's go home! "

The Andalusian wasn't convinced as the sight he'd seen sent his mind into overdrive, he knew Neymar was definitely the type to flirt with anyone regardless of their martial status; the drive back to their home was silent, she was lost in her own world, focusing on typing something on her phone while the only sound came from the radio playing music.

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He had stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his torso while she was in front of her vanity mirror, dressed in a skimpy black nightgown that stopped just at her mid-thighs. She looks at him from the reflection the mirror and smiles to which he smiles back yet his smile didn't reach his eyes which prompted her to ask with a soft tone, " Are you ok amor? "

" I'm fine " He responds, the phrasing sounded a bit off which didn't sit well with her, she stood up and walked over to him while he had his back turned to her, rummaging through the closet, she wraps her arms around his torso and rests her cheek over his back. " Amor, I'm fine "

" No, you're not " She murmurs, pressing soft kisses across his back which elicited a sigh from him. " You were jealous weren't you? "

If there's one thing Sergio hated, it was her ability to read him properly. He huffs out a breath and says, " Yes, I was jealous and I still am, it's pissing me off just how many men think you're accessible even after we announced our engagement, it's not just Neymar, I mean ... " He groans, " I remember wanting to punch Gerard for commenting over your looks during one event we attended together, then there was the time I was front row in one of the fashion shows, and some actor thought he can just waltz in and flirt with you, like I was there, right there but it didn't seem to matter to him "

She lets out a soft sigh, she was aware of Sergio's jealous streak and while she assured him that nothing and no one would ever affect their affair yet she knew he was in fact very affected. " Serge " she murmurs.

" It just kills me that men still think they have a chance with you when it's quite clear who you truly belong to you " He turns around and tugs her towards the edge of the bed, she sits on his lap, he then presses a kiss to her shoulder which elicited a smile from her. " I love you preciosa "

She threads her digits through his damp her hair, " I love you too "

" I should start making it clear " He said then situated her so that her legs were on either of his sides, he wraps arms around her waist after he hunched up the nightgown to reveal her matching black lace panties. " You are my woman " he murmurs, nuzzling his nose across her collar bone. " figuratively and literally, this face is mine to kiss " he peppers kisses across her every inch of her face. " these lips are mine to kiss, and mine to fuck " he whispers.

" Ooh " She giggles, " What else? " she wraps her arms around his neck.

" This neck is mine to bite on " He states, gently nibbling across the exposed skin, smiling when he heard her giggle. " These cherries " he reaches up to squeeze her breasts, teasingly lowering the straps of her nightgown to place soft kisses across her breasts. " They're mine to suck on, to rest on my head on them and ... " he trails off teasingly.

" And? " She breathes out with a soft smile.

" They're mine to push my cock between them " He grins wolfishly.

" You are unbelievable " She laughs, dipping her head to capture his lips in a soft kiss. " I don't care who approaches me, Neymar, Some unknown model or actor, any man, they all pale in comparison to the sexiest, most talented football player right now, the football player that put this ring on my finger " she lifts up her hand to display the diamond ring, " The football player I love more than anything "

He beams, " I'm still going to kill him "

" Even better, Why don't I give you something to show off in the locker room? prove to them that you have the heart of a young stallion? " She grins.

" Oh, be my guest " He said caging her in his arms as they spent the rest of the night celebrating the win in each other's arms.

#sergio ramos #sergio ramos one shot #sergio ramos x reader #sergio ramos fanfiction #sergio ramos fluff #sergio ramos blurb

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outsideratheart · 2 years

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129 with athenea del Castillo

129 “i told you i’d come home to you.”

When coronavirus hit you were at a national camp in France. The whole team watched the news as if it was the latest drama on Netflix. You remember the heaviness of your heart when you heard that Spain was closing its border. It meant that you wouldn’t be able to return to your club, Real Madrid, and you wouldn’t be able to see your girlfriend for god knows how long.

Whilst the lockdown lasted months, you had managed to find a loophole and were able to travel back to Madrid for work reasons.

The residents of Spain had to stay indoors except from the 1 hour exercise allowance. This meant that you knew Athenea would be home.

You enter your shared apartment hoping to be welcomed by your girlfriend but she is nowhere to be found. You drop your bag by the door and put your keys in the dish before venturing into your bedroom.

There she stands, well dances, with her headphones in. She is completely oblivious to hear surroundings and it gives you to chance to observe her. The past few months have really put your life into perspective. Being forced to be separated from Athenea made you release just how much you loved her.

She really was putting a show on for you. The way she swayed her hips whilst no doubt listening to some Reggaeton music.

When she sees you, she freezes in place. You can tell that she is trying to work out if you are actually there or if you are a figure of her imagination.

“Bonjour Ma chérie” the words you have said countless times over FaceTime sound completely different now that you are saying them in person.

“You’re here” Athenea runs and jumps into your arms knowing full well that you would catch her.

You hold her tightly fearing that you would lose her if you let go.

“Are you crying?“ you ask when you feel tears on the place where Athenea has buried her face in your neck.

“I can’t believe your here. I didn’t know when you would be able to come to Madrid”

“I told you i’d come home to you.”

Athenea unhooks her legs, now standing in front of you with her arms wraps around your torso you. She looks up at you, your words held more meaning than you realised.

“You see Madrid as home?” she asks you.

You had moved to Madrid to be part of the inaugural Real Madrid team and from the first day you met Athenea she went above and beyond to make you feel welcome in the Spanish capital.

“No” your reply.

Athenea’s face drops at your admission. She is slightly thrown off as she thought the two of you were on the same page. In her eyes there isn’t much more she can do.

“You are” you admit.

“Que?”

“Madrid isn’t my home and I realised over past few months that France isn’t either. “

“I’m confused” your girlfriend admits.

“You are my home Athenea”

#ficlet #prompt request #woso x reader #Athenea Del Castillo x reader #espwnt x reader #Real Madrid femenino x reader

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oh-saints · 2 years

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MISS YOU

everyone's been saying long distance relationship sucks. but no one tells freja how much harder it is when your boyfriend is a high-profile footballer playing for real madrid.

martin odegaard x press!OC

word count: 2k

tw: not beta-read and spanish by gtranslate. other than that, none except martin being the best boyfriend

note: a little bonus bcs arsenal finally won against liverpool with martin being the centre of the attacks so he deserves this as much as we do, no?

“hola, mi amor,” it didn’t even take freja a second to relax into her favourite sound in the world; it was why she called him in the beginning. she felt like her head could explode anytime soon without hearing it. “esta bien?”

“para nada,” she sighed deeply, tears swelling up at the back of her eyelid but she held it in, not wanting to add more worry to his life. “i miss you so much, martin.”

“ya tambien, querida. ya tambien…” although they weren’t on a video call, freja knew martin had somehow sensed her breakdown over the line. “you know i can always come and visit you anytime. you just have to say the word.”

that was, in fact, true.

being in a long-distance relationship between madrid and london was never going to be an easy feat, they had known that from the get-go. they were doing everything in their power to make it bearable for both of them because let’s be honest, having a footballer with unusual schedule of working as your boyfriend took the difficulty level to a whole new level.

despite the reality of playing regular football not going martin’s way so far, freja insisted to be the one flying in and out of the capital of spain every chance she got—mostly twice a month—knowing martin could be called to play for the first team anytime. besides, martin missing a training session could significantly jeopardize everything he’s worked hard for, she didn’t want to put more pressure to his shoulder.

freja chuckled to lighten the mood. “if i have you here, all to myself, i don’t think i can send you back to madrid.”

“what if i don’t want you to send me back?”

when you work around the creative world, you’d know for a fact that you won’t have a specific, fixed timeline of work. all you know is the deadline of an event, and being in the fantastic media team for london fashion week means you’d give up almost all of your day off when christmas day and new year’s coming closer, in order to make sure the biggest weekend of london fashion scene went well covered—all three; pre, during, and post event.

if freja wasn’t buried between her editing tools, she’d be stuck in a meeting room, brainstorming all the idea to increase the attention and engagement around london fashion week. she could only thank god she wasn’t in the press team, or else she’d break her neck and bones running about literally everywhere to cover the whole event—red carpets, inside scoops of attending guests, after parties, and so on…

only when the government publicly announced they’d take the extreme measures for the covid outbreak, did freja have the chance to breathe in the fresh air of freedom from endless media works, albeit harbouring a tang of sadness for the sole fact that all of her hard work so far wouldn’t be showcased for the entire world to see.

but had it not for the emergency break pulled, freja wouldn’t have had the chance to look at the latest news, including but not limited to football’s biggest day of the month; winter transfer window deadline.

Real Madrid’s Martin Ødegaard in talk to join Arsenal on loan!

no way.

freja had only been speaking to martin last night over the phone, her talking about the nation-wide lockdown frenzy in the UK and him talking about his usual daily routine while coping with the same unfortunate pandemic in spain. he didn’t mention anything about being offered another loan deal, nor was any change in circumstances under zidane. ever since coming back home from his spell from real sociedad, the president of real madrid was reluctant to let him go to another club again, knowing the potent he could bring to the enemy team if he left but zidane considered him a player not suitable for his style of management. nothing unusual, really.

maybe because it’s still in discussion… freja calmed herself down.

she was feeling all sorts of things, good and bad, and it was giving her headache already. she was excited they’d be in the same city again if the deal passed through, of course, but she was also frustrated at the thought martin had to go on another loan instead of bagging some game time—they promised him that much, should he return to the club after a stellar season in real sociedad. for god’s sake, he could’ve been highlighting the young player award somewhere instead of being hindered in development by his own club.

she wanted to see him succeed in real madrid, she really did. he believed—and she knew—he had what it took to break through the scene, not everyone was called to their national team before they turned 16. and with the way real madrid always put up an adamant fight every time another club asked for martin’s signature on a permanent contract, she was quite positive about it.

was being the operative word here, now. almost seven years in, and no signs of martin playing regular team. not even as a benchwarmer.

as much as freja wanted him all for herself—knowing they were both the happiest last year when martin was playing week in and out for real sociedad and freja was working for the local tourism campaign—she didn’t want to get her hopes high this time, for the expectation always kills.

martin will tell when things get seriously serious, right?

are you seriously joining arsenal?

or at least, considering it?

freja sent the text without hoping immediate reply. considering the current time in madrid, she predicted martin would only see her text after he was done with training and everything entitled to it. she’d get the reply sometimes around dinner time here, that was being the earliest, so she decided to soak in the rare benefit of having a week off by picking up the books she’d bought but never had the chance to read them yet.

“¿dónde estás? are you outside?”

“yeah, i need to stock up some necessities,” freja answered over her airpods as she shoved all of her necessities to the shopping bag. “you know, with the lockdown around the corner and all. are you done for the day?”

“i hope you stock my favourite cereals,” and freja froze on her place. could it be…? “so you won’t forget about my little habits while we’re apart.”

freja released the breath she didn’t realize she was holding.

“i hate that i can’t see you for god knows how long this time,” freja smiled bittersweetly at that, the feeling was mutual on her side of the house. she wished she could’ve watched his expression when he said that, though. martin must’ve pulled out a pout that reminded her of olaf from the frozen series. “ya te extraño mucho, amor mio.”

“yo también siento lo mismo, martin,” oh, fuck london and its weather… freja cursed deep down. it was fine less than an hour ago and the weather forecast didn’t say anything about snow today. almost half a year in this unpredictable weather and freja still didn’t learn her lesson, now she had to brave the cold with only her casual loungewear of sweater and legging. “it’s such a shame that i didn’t have time to book a flight back to madrid before the government halts all flight.”

“i can always fly you out, remember?”

“and have the private jet all to myself?” freja screeched, both at the lonely thought and at the feeling snow falling against her legs. “no, thanks! but babe, i’ll call you later, yeah? it’s suddenly snowing here.”

“you really should’ve worn something warmer, kjære. you’ll catch a cold if you pull on thin layers like that,” if the first sentence wasn’t enough to stop freja’s steps, the second surely did. “i thought i could trust you looking after yourself.”

“how do you know what i’m wearing?”

“because i’ve been standing here and waiting for you to come out,” freja jumped at the extra clothes being draped over herself from behind. turning around and there he was, in flesh and blood, his golden locks looking unbelievably good in contrast to the white snow. “i’m starting to feel cold, too, you know?”

gone was the intense frost stinging her skin—heck, her brain went into malfunction as soon as martin showed up in front of her. she wanted to hug him immediately but was thinking this was some sort of delirium—was she suffering hypothermia already? her tongue was ticklish with so many questions of how directed to her boyfriend but her tear glands were so close to shedding tears of happiness.

“cat got your tongue somewhere, darling?” martin laughed at the endearing sight of his girlfriend going into an overwhelmed mode—a rare one, at that as well, knowing well that his girlfriend was one of those people who always had something to say in return. “am i not getting a hug? or are you not pleased i’m here?”

“how—” martin could see she was still digesting the reality that was closer to her dream, in one way or another, by the way those lovely eyes kept blinking rapidly. “i don’t get it. what are you doing here?”

martin’s smile widened at her speechless state. “why, can’t i see my girlfriend? i thought you missed me?”

“i do, i really do! don’t get me wrong,” freja shook her head in disbelief. “but what about your trainings? you’re not going on a strike, are you? because i don’t want perez to have my head—”

“i accepted arsenal’s proposal to be closer to you but you want me stay in madrid instead?”

“well, you said it yourself—wait, what?”

martin couldn’t help but laugh uncontrollably at his girlfriend’s shocked expression. freja was one of those people who is rarely fazed by anything that comes her way, probably the biggest reason why martin loves being around her at the first place. none of the whole ‘real madrid’s most valuable gem’ status the media plastered on him got into her head. to have her in this state was amusing to him that he went straight to embrace her first, instead of freja’s usual initiation for skin ship.

“it’s a done deal, i’m doing the whole medical and media duty tomorrow,” martin breathed against her hair, this time in relief because he could finally let the cat out of the bag. it’d been pretty hard to lay it low, especially to surprise your girlfriend, with whom you share very much everything on daily basis. “i want you to know this from me first, instead of the media.”

freja pulled away from martin’s grasp, to scan through his face for any sign of deception. “you’re staying here?”

“how else am i supposed to play every weekend if i’m not staying here?” martin chuckled at his girlfriend’s antics, so cute he just wanted to mash those cheeks of her—which was exactly what he did. it was a wonder how he survived almost six months deprived of his daily stress-reliever ball when all he wanted to have her snuggled close in his arms every day she was away. “i hope you have a spare room in your flat.”

freja couldn’t help herself any longer at the feeling of martin’s hands on her cheeks, she stood up on her toes to kiss the one thing she could call her home. his coat be damned, she was becoming warm all over the body from the excitement and happiness bubbling up inside of her, threatening to explode if martin hadn’t sealed her lips from squealing by reciprocating her kiss.

“oh, shut it, olaf,” martin laughed at his girlfriend’s unique moniker for him and freja could only come back to claim his lips once more because good lord, that was the laugh she fell in love with. one she hadn’t had the privilege to hear live for the past six months due to the distance and due to the pressure their respective occupations gave them. “as if we haven’t shared a bed together.”

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cant-get-no-worse · 5 months

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Your latest post reminded me of this 😭

https://www.foxsports.com.au/football/la-liga/football-news-luis-figo-pep-guardiola-gay-relationship-real-madrid-man-city-barcelona/news-story/26705efb1a1334eb312f34c096f842fe

AND THEY WERE ROOMATEEEESSS—

No because this was a whole thing, this man was branded gay by the Sunny Catalonia Press for the extremely suspicious action of having actual hobbies outside of football like going to poetry readings. Imagine having an actually balanced life or finding a bit of peace outside the madness of Barça's entorno and getting Marca up your ass because apparently reading more than two lines of text that aren't La Liga Textbook To Fouls and Misconducts 1996 ed. is baffling enough.

I hadn't read the thing with Ronaldo tho, what a fucker he was. 💀

#anon ask

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The player & The writer

For my cutie @marilynmonroefanfics ❤️❤️❤️

Hope you’ll enjoy!

Pedro Delgado was sitting on his sofa and phoning his publisher. The latter was very enthusiastic:

"I received your latest manuscript, Pedro. And I love it! Who would have thought it possible to make the Braganza dynasty and their links with France interesting? Frankly, bravo!"

"Glad to see you like it!"

For Pedro, it was a relief: even if he was one of the most well-known historians in Europe, the young man always worried about the quality of his works.

Luckily for him, he worked for one of the most prestigious publishers in France.

"Of course, I love it! You never disappoint me, dear! I'll show it to the marketing team, and we will discuss a publication date later. Does it sound good to you?"

"Sounds perfect to me!"

"Excellent! Take a rest, and see you later!"

"See you later!"

The young man heard the door open.

To his delight, his companion, Antoine Griezmann, entered:

"Hello, sweetheart. How was your day?"

"Fine, thanks. I've progressed on my latest book about the queens of Europe and just had my editor on the phone."

"Oh yeah? And what did he tell you? That you won the Goncourt prize?"

"Very funny! On a more serious note, he said he loved my manuscript about the Braganza dynasty and that he prepared the publicity!"

"Great! I'm sure it will be a big hit in bookstores!"

Pedro rolled his eyes, amused, before asking:

"How was your last training session with Atlético de Madrid?"

"It was fun, but I was impatient to return to the national team: that's where all my mates are!"

The historian smiled: he knew his lover felt more comfortable with the French team than with his club.

At that moment, anyone who saw this scene would wonder why a historian would date a footballer.

It all started one night when Pedro found himself in a nightclub, forced by his friends, who were party animals.

While his friends were dancing on the dancefloor, the young man was sitting at the bar, looking bored and looking for the perfect opportunity to go home.

Lost in his thoughts, Pedro had not heard someone sit down next to him and ask:

"Is everything all right?"

The historian turned around and saw that a man was standing right next to him. Despite the darkness, Pedro could make out some of the features of the man who talked to him: tall, with blond hair, blue eyes and fair skin.

Stunned, the young historian spoke with difficulty:

"Y...Yeah, I'm fine."

"Really? You seem lost to me. I'd even say you're out of your element."

"Does it show that much?" grinned Pedro.

"A little," smiled his interlocutor.

The historian stifled a curse.

"I didn't need that: to look like a fool! I should have stayed home!"

"Don't look so grim! Here, I'll buy you a drink to cheer you up!"

"That's nice of you, sir..."

"Call me Antoine. And you, what is your first name?"

"Pedro."

"Nice name! Where does it come from?"

"From Portugal!"

"Portugal? And what's a nice Portuguese guy doing here in France?"

"For my research: I'm a historian."

"An intellectual. Interesting!"

They spent part of the evening chatting and laughing until Antoine offered him a lift home.

It was when they left the nightclub that Pedro recognised the man he was talking to:

"But... You are Antoine Griezmann!"

"In person. I'm glad you didn't recognise me: I could have a real conversation, which is not always the case."

"You don't seem to hold a grudge against Portugal, even after Euro 2016."

The footballer pretended to be offended:

"Why do you have to remind me of this painful moment? I don't hold a grudge against the Portuguese team anymore. I'm just waiting to punch Cristiano Ronaldo's beautiful new nose!"

This remark made Pedro laugh out loud. Antoine imitated him, delighted that he got on well with his interlocutor.

After calming down, the two men jumped into Antoine's car and drove home.

Once in front of Pedro's house, Antoine asked, blushing:

"Can.. Can we meet again?"

The young historian considered that he had made the right choice in accepting the footballer's request.

After this first meeting, the two men met regularly, and gradually a romance developed.

And Antoine was the ideal boyfriend for Pedro: crazy in love, caring, supportive, funny and intelligent.

As for the football player, he kept telling himself how lucky he was to be the historian's lover: in addition to having a lot of charm, Pedro was adorable (when blushing), patient, intelligent, calm, and passionate about what he did.

For the time being, they hid their romance from the general public, Pedro being a shy man and Antoine wanting to preserve his personal life.

The Atletico Madrid player knew that his coming out had not only provoked positive reactions, and he was keen to keep his companion free from hatred.

Even his teammates did not know that he had a boyfriend!

But the most important thing was that they could find each other, despite their busy schedules.

The two lovers spent the rest of the evening entwined in the large bed in their room.

Resting against Antoine's chest, Pedro relaxed while enjoying the footballer's hands caressing his head.

After a few minutes of silence, the historian asked:

"Are you going to Clairefontaine tomorrow?"

Antoine nodded.

"The gathering is tomorrow: we have several games to play!"

"You're going to meet your mates: it will be fun!"

"I know..."

The football player sighed.

"I'd love to show you around Clairefontaine one day. Maybe when I'm ready to introduce you to the others..."

"Antoine, don't put pressure on yourself because of me."

"It's not that: it's just that...My whole team has supported me since I came out, but I dread their reaction when they see me with you. I don't want them to say hurtful things to you or worse."

The footballer felt his lover's hand caress his cheek.

"Take as much time as you need, and when you're ready, I'll be there for you."

Antoine kissed his boyfriend.

"Did I ever tell you that you were the best?"

"Even in your sleep!"

"That's because I think that every day!"

Pedro smiled.

"I'm lucky to have you."

"You say that in your sleep..."

"I mean it!"

Waiting for a new day to begin, the two lovers fell asleep peacefully.

⚽⚽⚽⚽⚽⚽⚽

The next day. Clairefontaine training centre.

"Come on, Antoine! Say yes!"

"Come on, Toine-Toine: you can tell us everything!"

"Give me a break!"

"TELL US EVERYTHING!"

Antoine rolled his eyes: since this morning, Lucas and Theo Hernandez have not stopped asking him questions about his "secret lover".

Even though Antoine hadn't told them anything, the Hernandez brothers knew that Antoine had a boyfriend, and they wanted to meet him.

"Come on, be nice: we are your best friends! We care about your well-being!"

"Respect my privacy!"

But the Hernandezes were not the type to let go, and they continued to hound him with questions, even into the dining room where the rest of the team was.

"Give us some detail: is he handsome?" asked Lucas.

"Is he famous?" asked Theo.

"Please tell me he likes football: otherwise, he'll be a pain in the ass!"

"LEAVE ME ALONE, BOTH OF YOU!" exploded Antoine, startling all his teammates - Benjamin Pavard nearly choked on his mouthful.

"Uh, Antoine? Are you all right?" asked Hugo Lloris.

"Except those two have been pestering me since this morning: I'm fine," grumbled Antoine.

"We're not bothering you: we just want to know if you have anyone in your life!"

"Mind your own business! And who says I'm in a relationship?"

"So, who is the person you call 'my darling' on the phone?" asked Presnel Kimpembe, making the others laugh.

"Lord, give me patience..." grumbled Antoine, pinching the bridge of his nose

"Wouldn't it be more like strength?" asked Raphaël.

"No, otherwise I'll kill all three of them - him and the Hernandezes!"

Olivier Giroud intervened.

"Calm down, guys. There's no need to get upset!"

He turned to Lucas and Theo.

"There's no point in pestering Antoine about it: if he doesn't want to talk about it, he won't!"

"Ah, thanks, Olivier!"

But the striker saw his teammate smile.

"But since we know you have a boyfriend, I think we can finally get to know him, don't you?"

"YEAH!" exclaimed the other players.

"Traitor!" ranted Antoine as he facepalmed.

Suddenly, the voice of Didier Deschamps, the coach of the French team, was heard:

"Get ready, guys: we start training again in an hour!"

All the players headed to their rooms to change, including Antoine.

As the player entered his room, he heard someone calling him:

"Don't close the door: I'm coming!"

The striker let in Paul Pogba, his teammate and best friend.

The midfielder asked mischievously:

"So, is that it? You'll have to introduce your darling to the whole team!"

"Yeah, and I'm not happy about it!"

"Why not? I'm sure it'll do: they'll love Pedro!"

"I appreciate your optimism, Piochi, but I can't help it. I'm so afraid that Pedro will become a target for homophobes that I don't trust anyone!"

Paul pretended to be offended:

"Even me?"

"No, not you! You're the only one on the team who knows Pedro!"

Indeed, Paul met his best friend's lover by pure chance when he visited Antoine in Paris. After knocking at the door, he had come face to face with Pedro, who had opened the door for him.

After the surprise, the Juventus Turin player found the young historian "super adorable" and "too cute" and knew Antoine would be happy.

Antoine sighed:

"I do not know what to do."

Paul patted his shoulder in comfort.

"Don't worry, mate: you can count on me to support you!"

The attacker cracked a smile.

"Thank you, Paul."

"At your service, my Grizou. Come on, come on: we're late for training!"

👟👟👟👟👟👟

After the training, all the players took time to stretch and take a shower. As Antoine was leaving with Paul, Didier called him:

"Antoine, come here, please!"

Surprised, Antoine told Paul:

"I'll join you later!"

"Okay, see you in a minute!"

Antony walked over to his coach and asked:

"Yes, coach?"

"I thought I heard you yelling earlier. Is everything okay?"

"Huh? Oh yes, it was nothing: I had a row with Lucas and Theo, but nothing serious!

"Would that be about your mystery lover?" asked Didier with an amused smile.

The attacker slapped his forehead.

"Who told you about it?"

"News travels fast, you know. But if you want details, I heard Ousmane and Alphonse talking about it."

"Great! Now the whole French team knows!"

Didier patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry: I'm not judging you. In fact, I'm rather happy to know that you have someone in your life. I'm already proud of you for having the courage to admit your homosexuality to the whole world, and it reassures me to know that you have a partner."

Antoine nodded: Didier was among the first to support him when he came out. He knew he could trust the French team manager, whatever happened.

He sighed:

"They want to meet him!"

"And you don't want to introduce your darling?"

"I don't know... I'm not ashamed of him: it's just that I don't know if the guys would accept him."

Didier understood the struggles of his player. But he also knows that this story would poison the relationship between the players if Antoine is still defiant towards his teammates.

He suggested:

"Listen, son: why don't you talk about it with your boyfriend? It might help you take a decision."

"Yeah... I think I'll do that. Thanks, coach."

"You're welcome. Oh, Antoine?"

"Yes?"

"Does he makes you happy?"

A dreamy grin appeared on Antoine's face.

"More than you could imagine."

"That's what I want to hear. It teases my curiosity: I want to meet your lover too!"

"Please, don't start now!" grumbled Antoine as he left.

"Never say never, Grizou!" laughed Didier.

🏡🏡🏡🏡🏡🏡

Later that day, Antoine got back home.

"Honey, I'm home!"

No answer. The footballer player noticed a piece of paper on the living room table.

He took it and read:

"Went on a bike tour. I will be back for dinner. Love you, Pedro."

Antoine grinned: he remembered that Padro loved to bike riding when he needed time to relax.

While waiting for his lover to return, the footballer took a quick shower and prepared the meal.

Half an hour later, while he was on the train, Antoine heard the front door open, and Pedro entered:

"Hi, honey."

"Hello, my angel. How was your walk?"

"It went well. I'm sorry if I arrived late, but I met a lot of students who wanted to ask me for autographs. You know me: I couldn't refuse!"

"As long as you come home, that's fine with me!"

Pedro smiled before asking:

"And you, how was your training session?"

"It went well: Kylian's legs are on fire, and the guys are motivated for our first game on Saturday."

"Perfect! And how is Paul?"

"He's fine, and he says hello!"

The young historian stealthily kissed his companion on the cheek.

"I'm going to change and take a shower. I won't be long."

"Do you want me to come with you?" asked Antoine with a mischievous smile.

"No, not tonight. But I'm not saying no to a bath after dinner..."

As Pedro walked away to the bathroom, Antoine finished preparing the meal.

Then, once everything was ready, the couple sat down and enjoyed the meal.

While Pedro spoke passionately about his future writing projects, Antoine remained evasive about his day.

This puzzled Pedro: usually, Antoine was more talkative when he was with the French football team.

The young historian decided to leave it until they finished the dinner.

Then, they went into the bath, where the pair relaxed, enjoying this quiet moment.

Pedro chose this moment to ask:

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I don't know: you were not talkative about your teammates. Is something bothering you?"

The football player sighed.

"Not really. It's just... Don't worry!"

"Antoine, you can tell me everything. Go ahead!"

Antoine stayed silent before explaining:

"The guys heard that I'm in a relationship, and they want to meet my boyfriend. In other terms, they want to meet you!"

Pedro stood flabbergasted: he knew that day would come, but it felt too early!

He was not a football expert, but he knew enough. How would he manage with professional players?

Worried about the lack of answer from his boyfriend, Antoine added:

"Since Presnel heard us on the phone, Theo and Lucas harassed me all day, and now the whole team asks about you! Even Didier wants to know about you!"

He sighed.

"I guess I don't have a choice!"

Pedro nodded.

"I see... And what did you tell them?"

"I haven't decided anything yet. I wanted to talk to you about it before I did anything."

The historian sighed before answering:

"Anyway, it was bound to happen sooner or later. We couldn't live in hiding all our lives!"

"I know, but it's just that I want to protect you..."

Pedro stroked his cheek.

"Toinou, I wish you'd worry a little less about me: I've already endured the homophobic comments. I've seen the violence some people can express against someone like us. But I've also seen how wonderfully tolerant people can be, so I'm less afraid. Our families have been very supportive, and I've seen how your teammates stood by you when you came out. Don't worry: I'm much more resilient than you think."

He added with a mischievous smile.

"And as for your problem, I think I have a solution. And you'll like it..."

🎆🎆🎆🎆

The next day.

"But where is Antoine?"

"Relax, Hugo: he said he'd be here in half an hour," Karim reassured him.

"What did he do anyway?" asked N'Golo.

"He said he'd be back with a surprise guest!" explained Ousmane.

"WHO?" asked the other players.

"If I knew that, it wouldn't be a surprise anymore!"

Only Paul remained silent, amused by the commotion: only he knew who was coming with Antoine.

Raphael noted this and asked:

"And you, Paul, aren't you curious to know who is the surprise guest?"

"No more than that."

"You say that like you already know the surprise guest!"

The Juventus midfielder smiled broadly.

"Because I do!"

"And you're just telling us this now?" protested Randal Kolo Muani.

"I didn't want to spoil the surprise!"

"Okay, but that doesn't tell us who it is!" pointed out Mattéo Guendouzi.

Looking out the window, Lucas exclaimed:

"Oh, guys! I see Antoine's car!"

At these words, all the players rushed to the window and saw their friend's car parked in the main yard.

They saw Antoine get out of the vehicle and then go to open the passenger door for a young man.

Reactions were swift, and questions flew:

"Who is he?"

"It's strange: I feel like I've seen this young man somewhere before..."

"Anyway, he's pretty cute!"

For their part, Antoine and Pedro went towards the entrance of the building.

"From what I can see, the welcoming committee is already here!"

"I want to warn you, honey: my teammates are very nice but can be chaotic!"

"I'll manage."

They barely walked through the door when the entire French team greeted them.

"ANTOINE, WHO'S THE GOOD-LOOKING GUY WITH YOU?"

The striker smiled proudly before making the introductions:

"Guys, after the Hernandezes broke my feet about this..."

"NOT TRUE!"

"Whatever! I was saying that since I've had a lot of requests about it, I figured I should make the proper introductions!"

He took the young man's hand and said:

"Guys, I'd like to introduce Pedro Delgado, a well-known historian with several bookstore hits. But he is also the man who has made me happy since 2017! In other words, he is my boyfriend."

"Hello, everyone!" greeted Pedro politely.

There was silence, and then without warning, all the players rushed to their rooms.

Worried, Pedro asked:

"Did I do something wrong?"

"I don't know: I don't understand their reactions."

A few minutes later, all the players returned, books in their hands.

Hugo was the first to step forward and handed the book. Pedro recognised the book: it was the book he had written about the remaining French aristocratic families!

"I am delighted to meet you, Pedro. I know you as an author, but I didn't know you were Antoine's lover. And I wanted to ask if you could sign my book for me!"

"But of course! I need a pen!" smiled Pedro, relieved.

"Here, buddy: this will help you!" smiled Paul, handing him a pen.

"Thanks, Piochi!"

"One minute: did you know Pedro?" asked Aurélien Tchouaméni.

"I met him by pure chance when I visited Antoine. And as fate would have it, Pedro opened the door for me. Since then, we've been getting on really well!"

Soon, all the players lined up to greet the young historian and receive an autograph.

At the same time, Didier, who had just had a telephone conversation with the Minister for Sport, came to meet Pedro.

"I'm happy to meet you, my boy. I hope the guys gave you a warm welcome!"

"I couldn't have wished for a better welcome!"

"Good for you! Antoine was a naughty hider: he could have told us he dated a charming intellectual!"

Antoine rolled his eyes: he would hear about it for weeks!

But when he saw Pedro getting to know the rest of the team, he smiled: at least he knew his companion would be welcome!

"Pedro, can we count on you on Saturday?"

"Gentlemen, I'll be at the stadium on Saturday without fail!"

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Saturday, at the Stade de France.

"INCREDIBLE! ANTOINE GRIEZMANN SCORED ANOTHER GOAL IN THE LAST MINUTE! IT'S A DISASTER FOR THE MANNSCHAFT WHO ALREADY CONCEDED FOUR GOALS!" screamed the speaker under the roars of happiness from the French supporters.

Among the supporters, Pedro cheered happily for his boyfriend.

He had to wait until the final whistle to come down onto the pitch and congratulate his lover.

"You were fantastic!"

"Because I knew you were there to support me!"

Antoine smiled mischievously.

"Do you think I'll get a victory kiss?"

"You deserve it!" smiled Pedro, who kissed his companion.

At the same time, the stadium's giant screens broadcast the scene, provoking exclamations of surprise and shouts of joy.

Only when they stopped kissing did the two lovers realise they had had 80,000 witnesses to their romance.

"Congratulations, guys: you've been on live TV!" joked Lucas, making his brother laugh.

Embarrassed, Pedro hid in Antoine's arms, who laughed.

"Don't hide, mon petit lapin: let people admire your beauty!"

Pedro smiled.

"After all, why hide?"

And with that, he kissed his lover again to the crowd's cheers.

Kylian grabbed the microphone and shouted to the crowd with Paul:

"I WANT A STANDING OVATION FOR THE LOVERS OF THE STADE DE FRANCE: ANTOINE GRIEZMANN AND PEDRO DELGADO!"

A memorable evening that foreshadowed greater ones for our lovers...

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