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pep guardiola x josé mourinho | "the 1" by taylor swift
“With Mourinho, so many things happened. So many things.” - pep guardiola
“Yes, I still have a photo of that embrace. We were close.” - josé mourinho
#football#pep guardiola#jose mourinho#pepmou#jose mourinho x pep guardiola#pep guardiola x jose mourinho#guardinho#hehe#the 1#the one#folklore#taylor swift#folklore the 1#the 1 taylor swift#the one taylor swift#stefano pioli#jurgen klopp
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Today I'm thinking of rivalries, of the unique bond treading the thin line between enemies and soulmates, of being on the opposite sides of each other's best triumphs and worst losses, of the only half of the whole that understands:
“There are people who manage to sell an image of themselves completely different to mine, but deep down (we) are the same.”
-Jose Mourinho on Pep Guardiola
"Tennis is a tough sport, there's no draws, but if there was gonna be one, I would have been very happy to accept the draw tonight and share it with you."
- Roger Federer on defeating Rafael Nadal in the Australian Open final.
"You have to fight hard again, just like we both used to do on the track. Do me a favour: just this once don't try to beat the clock. You don't have to post your best time in this race.
Take all the time you need."
- Mika Hakkinen's letter to Michael Schumacher after his 9 years comma inducing accident.
"It was very painful, when he died. It felt as if a part of me was taken away from me, was ripped off."
- Alain Prost on Ayrton Senna's death
He and I are closer than friends. We are enemies linked together. The same sin binds us. -Oscar Wilde
#it's the most precious bond in the world#rivalry for the ages#classic rivalries#classic f1 rivalries#pepmou#mouriola#pep guardiola#jose mourinho#football rpf#real madrid#fc barcelona#el clasico#roger federer#rafael nadal#fedal#tennis rpf#launt#f1 rpf#formula 1#prosenna#alain prost#ayrton senna#sports#sporting rivalries#football#tennis#la liga#mika hakkinen#michael schumacher#makkinen
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#jose mourinho#mourinho#the special one#pepmou#pep guardiola#josep guardiola#guardiola#real madrid#fc barcelona#el clasico
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why do I think pepmou broke up, jose saw pep with klopp, how klopp was 10x as animated n happy as jose ever was, and jose thinks pep left because of how happier klopp is/seems
#jose is like my sleep paralysis demon#loveee putting him in situations#my delusions#pepmou#jurgendiola#kloppep#pep guardiola#jurgen klopp#jose mourinho
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I think Pep and Mou are just separating. Not divorced yet. Maybe in an open relationship. Yknow how slutty (affectionate) pep is. The man got lots of swag, everyone want a piece of him. But Mou is the only one. We all know that, it's been written in the stars.
the devil works hard but pepmou stans work harder 💪💪💪
i miss my horrible mother too
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journalist: lots of people may still associate you with jose mourinho given that you had those battles with each other in spain, but when you look at your career as a whole, would you view jurgen [klopp] as the manager who's pushed you the most?
pep: yep, by far. by far. it's because we've faced each other a thousand million times...! by far, yeah.
#two old men are friends#'a thousand million' and it's just 28 games#which is only 3 more than him vs mou 😭😭😭#idk that is funny to me#pep said fuck the pepmou likers 💔
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I’m losing my mind this is so funny
#so many things#they whitewashed the white men#it's snowing somehow#they gave guardiola hair#slightly jacked ai-mourinho#pepmou 4 life
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no way mourinho got sacked by roma.... pepmou reunion in the prem por favor?
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what are you favourite mourinho posts on tumblr
my boss bitch video
also my bad guy edit
and also my wasabi one
oh and that post by radia with pepmou that broke the tumblr enclosure and ended up on twitter and now twitter thinks tumblr is where people who ship them hang out. but I can’t find that post, it should be in my tag
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Did I just read a José Mourinho/ Pep Guardiola enemies to lovers fanfic?
Yes.
Did I enjoy it?
Probably.
Will I regret?
No.
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definitely love the cover
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As far as old memories go.
#THE OG enemies to lovers trope of football tx#toxic old men who've been in love with each other for at least a decade#pepmou#pep guardiola#jose mourinho#football rpf#mouriola#fc barcelona#real madrid#el clasico
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carraville rival coaches au? although if you don’t write carraville anymore that’s okay! I still reread your old fics for them, so thank you for that!
eyyy THANK YOU. I am a little out of practice but here- send me more prompts and things!]]
Pep is enjoying his breakfast and morning coffee when his phone rings. It’s an unknown number. He regrets picking it up almost as soon as he does.
Because, from the other end of the phone, comes a particularly insufferable Manc voice.
“Gary N.eville,” he hisses, finger already sliding towards the end call button as if the phone suddenly turned into a snake and tried to bite his ear. He has no love for born and bred Manchester United men, convinced that their club is the best thing to happen to the world in the height of its glory, for sports media men, and absolutely, definitely none for men who are both and who have the opinions Neville has to boot.
“No! Don’t hang up!” Neville pleads.
“And why would I do that?”
The line is quiet for a moment (and for the record Pep is staying on the call for just now out of curiosity and curiosity only) before Neville mutters in a very quiet voice about needing advice.
Now that is so hilarious you can’t blame Pep for laughing.
It takes another five minutes of Neville muttering about United and City and Spurs and rivalries, apparently through gritted teeth from the sounds of it, before what he is trying to ask clicks and then Pep is howling again. He would try to be nice but it is too funny (and Neville was mean to him one too many times.)
He and C.arragher have been promoted to the head coaches of Bolton W.anderers and Wigan respectively and while both the league and the rivalry is too inconsequential to matter, Gary is an intense person. So to him it absolutely does, and appears came to Pep of all people to ask how he and Mou make it work.
The true answer is of course that Mou is a mad man and how what they have works is one of God’s deepest mysteries but this fact is for him and him to know only. So he says--
“Don’t worry, the hate sex after the games is so good it will make up for everything else.”
Neville lets out a relieved breath at that.
“It will?”
Pep chuckles. He is feeling charitable this morning after all.
“Yeah.”
Besides, it’s not as if he is lying, after all.
#carraville#football rpf#my fic#pepmou#sorry they sort of snuck in there#of their own accord!#Anonymous
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a rainbow pep
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Prompt Response. “I won’t let you get hurt.” + Pep/Mou for anon.
send me writing prompts!
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It’s Pep who suggests they get tea. They aren’t feuding anymore - haven’t been for years - and it’s only apt that they catch up he says, seeing as the football gods have sent them both to Manchester.
“In broad daylight, in the middle of the city?”
“Didn’t know you were into avoiding scandal these days,” Pep answers and Jose can just about picture the smirk on his face.
And so here they are, in a cafe in Manchester in broad daylight, catching up.
Jose looks outside the window at the jogger on a run with her dog, the windswept street, the trees that are quickly losing the last of their shrivelled, dead leaves. He shuffles in his seat as covertly as possible. Pep has this effect on him, he who has always been so good with words, where he leaves Jose at a loss for what to say. It had been easier in a way when he could accuse and spit and fight. Jose was good at that.
The server comes to take down their orders. Pep smiles at him - one of his charming smiles that he wields so easily - and asks for some rooibos tea.
*
Pep lies in a hospital bed, too still for his liking and Jose is furious. He is furious at that bastard Valencia defender who clattered into Pep crampon first, at the doctors who only seem to be able to speak in vague meaningless nothings, at himself because here he is sitting at a chair in a blandly decorated hospital room, fully healthy and Pep is -- he is--
He takes a deep breath and holds Pep’s hand just that much tighter. “I won’t let you get hurt again,” he murmurs, a promise to himself as much as to the man he loves, “I won’t.”
*
“Rooibos?” Jose asks, raising a very skeptical eyebrow. “What happened to ‘follow the tradition of the country you are living in Jose, coffee is too un-English?’”
Pep turns his smile to him. His elbows are resting on the table and even with his shiny bald head Jose has still not seen anyone pull off a black turtleneck as well as Pep does.
“It’s still tea, and ergo English. I am a much happier man since I reduced my caffeine intake in the afternoon, Jose. Far less jittery, irritable - stressed.” His smile turns into a smug grin. “You should try it sometime.”
Jose rolls his eyes and orders Earl Grey.
*
“Charge onto the field and punch anyone who comes within a meter of my head, will you?”
Pep’s voice is more of a croak than anything else. His eyes flutter open halfway and he regards Jose behind his long eyelashes, the amusement in it them impossible to miss. Jose feels relief wash over him, can already feel a lump forming in his throat.
*
Pep still catches him stealing glances at his teacup though. It’s a nice, deep shade of red and smells heavenly.
Pep slides him on the table towards him. “Go on,” he says, “try it,” a challenge levelled at Jose in his words.
Jose sniffs it suspiciously, tells him he doesn’t know if this isn’t a plot to get him poisoned.
“Oh come now,” Pep says, “I won’t let you get hurt, you know.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
Jose spits the words out before his mind has even finished formulating them. Pep flinches as if he’s been physically struck, and Jose feels a wave of vindication at it, at the reaction he drew, a satisfaction that runs deep into his bones.
Let him hurt too, behind his aura of charisma and friendliness, and remember. Let him.
*
“I will if that’s what it takes.”
Pep chuckles weakly, interlinks their fingers over the covers. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, love,” he murmurs.
The scary thing is, Jose means it there and then. Something burns in his chest, in the tips of his fingers that says if it will take a war against the world to keep Pep safe, he will wage it gladly, with no hesitation.
He looks at Pep, at his tired smile, at the bandage around his head; looks at this man who knocks the wind out of his lungs and wishes he had the words to tell him just that.
Maybe, he thinks, one day he will.
#pepmou#pep guardiola#jose mourinho#josé mourinho#football rpf#my fic#hello did someone say angst w no resolution#tumblr drabbles#do send prompts even tho i have five unanswered ones and write at the pace of a snail#my football mutuals: *gasp* you still write for this fandom??#(i do)
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