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New Romantics | Mbappé x OC

baby we're the new romantics. Come on, come along with me. Heartbreak is a national anthem. We sing it proudly.

» summary: in which an arrogant and talented football player (the best of his time as some say) and a focused and harsh critic of a journalist are gonna have to find a way to co-exist.

» Prologue

» writer's note: posting this as a first taste before the first chapter which will hopefully come soon as well. If you'd like to follow the story please comment so i can know if people are actually interested before i start writing.

Taglist: @mywhimsyjournal @mrs-bellingham

“Everyone is cheering for the young man everywhere he goes, comparing him with Ronaldo and sometimes, his teammate Messi but ones the true Messi is out of the picture, Mbappe seems unable, in the least, to keep the fort down– what in the actual fuck- J'emmerde cet article stupide. Putain de merde.”

“Oi! Oi! Tranquilles!” Hakimi neared him, holding up his hand as a sign of good faith and took the article from his hands. He started reading it himself while Kylian paced around the room in anger.

“It’s not the first time this man has attacked me-” he started “he always has an opinion and never seems to be satisfied with anything-”

“He’s written things about me and Leo as well. I recognize the name. Don’t take it personally it’s just an angry journalist, there are a lot of those-“

“An angry journalist with views and reads. It’s like fucking gossip girl for football and why is it always about me-”

“You’ve watched gossip girl?” asked Hakimi raising his eyebrows. Kylian paused at his question, like he had confessed to a crime or something.

“My girlfriend used to- why do I have to explain this?” Hakimi shrugged, waving away his previous question. Although Kylian was certain that he would probably bring it up again at some point. “Can we please get back on the real issue?”

“Which is?”

“a fucking random guy who has probably never even touched a football in his life. Who the hell even is he-” Kylian snatched pack the article, searching for the name of the author. “JW” he read “is that even a real name”

“Ok!” Hakimi grabbed back the article, throwing it on the nearest table “I think you need a break.” He pulled him by the hand to drag him out on the training field.

“Im telling you it’s not a real name-”

“No, I bet it’s not. Let’s go.”

Kylian was grumpy for the rest of the training. Kicking the balls and imagining it was JW, running as fast as he could around the field to take out his anger and tackling even his teammates. When he was over, he sat on the bench in the changing rooms, a towel around his waist and nothing to cover his broad chest. He was holding the article in his hands, reading it again and again. His phone next to him was buzzing with messages and when he opened it his Twitter feed was spammed with the same article. J.W. didn’t have any of his personal information on his website or his socials. Following no one, liking nothing, there was nothing to connect him to an actual person but there were theories about him being a girl. Kylian laughed when he read one of them, it actually brightened his mood, like any girl was bold enough to write such harsh and-as much as he hated to admit it- on point reviews for football players and especially him, who was every girl’s favorite according to… well himself. No, that was just an asshole that was jealous of him. An asshole that probably couldn’t play football or get any of the girls he liked, so he had his fun ruining others. “Typical” he mumbled and shut off his phone but not before typing back a quick respond under his latest tweet “get a life”.

Taylor JW's House / London — Night

“Oh no he didn’t!” Taylor’s mouth dropped when she saw his tweet. She got up from the couch, stumbling on the blankets she was covered with and falling on the ground.

“Oh my god, are you ok?” Yelled Trish while eating her popcorn on the other side of the small living room, leaning forward in her seat to look at Taylor, who was now laying with her face planted on the carpet.

“No!” she said putting strength in her hands to get up, groaning as she did that “no I’m not ok! I’m angry” she sat on her knees, staring at her phone “he’s such a cry baby!”

“Who? Oh god Tay, is it your ex again? Didn’t you block him?” she was still eating her popcorn.

“its not Alex! It’s Mbappé!”

Trish mouth remained closed. Her eyes opening wide. She left the bucket with the popcorn on the couch while getting up to get to her friend, sitting on her knees to look at the screen “the hot one?”

“Oh-” Taylor’s hands dropped and she let out a deep sigh of annoyance, looking at her friend like she was done. Trish shrugged her shoulders and got hold of the phone. She began to laugh, trying hard to keep it in so Taylor smacked her in the stomach, getting her phone back.

“What? I’m sorry! It’s funny!”

“It’s not funny!” she finally got up from the floor, untangling herself from all the blankets, throwing them right and left, one of them falling on Trish’s head. “He doesn’t even know me.” She walked over to her computer was, opening it quickly.

“I mean” Trish threw away the blanket she had thrown on her and got up as well “you don’t know him either but you’ve been writing about him every week, judging him-”

“I’m not judging him. I think he’s great! I’m judging the way he plays. Last night he missed 4 chances and ruined 1 because he didn’t want to pass the ball over to Junior-“ Trish had already lost interest but she let her go on for the shake of it “—I’m telling you There’s a difference, and also, it’s my job-”

“It’s not a job, it’s a hobby! Did you even finish that article about the sales, Miranda asked you for?” Taylor looked up from her computer screen slightly. Her eyes betraying her. Trish sighed, shaking her head “you’re unbelievable”

“There was a game last night- I had to watch and write a post. My fans are very demanding.”

“Fans aka creeps on a screen obsessed with football”

“Hey!” she pointed at Trish “I’m one of those creeps”

“Why don’t you just get a job at sports magazine?”

Taylor laughed, while moving the pad to get on her website. There were so many comments on last update about Kylian, it seemed she had really hit a chord. “When you find me one that doesn’t treat women like shit, I will. People find out you’re a woman in this world and suddenly your opinion has no place in their columns. It’s in fact, annoying.”

“So is staying without a job, which is what will happen if you don’t write about those goddamn sales in two hours.”

“It will only take 10 minutes, it’s fine!” she waved it off, hitting press on the new post tab but before her fingers met the keyboard, she got an inbox. She opened it quickly, it was a message from psg, one of their employees. “No shit” she mumbled, barely able to function.

“What now?”

“Galtier wants to speak to me.”

“Who’s that?” Trish walked over to her, a confused look in her face.

“It’s the coach of PSG.”

Trish stood next to her reading the message

“Dear JW.

My name is Julie Blanchet. I work for the PR of Paris-saint German.

The coach of our team, Mr. Galtier, would like to get in contact with you, so I’m tasked to arrange a meeting with you and him in Paris. Please send us an email we can communicate with or a phone. Below you’ll find my personal ID CARD attached so you won’t doubt for the authenticity of this message. Thank you very much.

Have a good day.”

She paused “well send the email what the hell are you waiting for?”

Taylor was frozen. She was thinking of all the possibilities, fearing them even. Her heart sinking.

“What’s wrong with you?”

She looked up at her friend, desperate. “Any time someone has asked to meet me and I go, they minute they see me they think I’m the assistant and they don’t even believe me when I tell them it’s me. Do I really want to fly all the way to Paris just to get that same reaction?”

Trish bit her lip and kneeled down next to her friend, giving het a sympathetic look. “Just prove to them you are better than any man they could have wished for, no matter the hell they give you. I think it’s time for you to stop hiding, chase what you actually love and put your foot down. You’ve been wasting away your time in things you don’t love for years” She smiled “in the words Kylian Mbappé-”

“Don’t- don’t you fucking dare-”

“Get a life!” she finished the sentence and Taylor jumped on her. Play fighting with her on the floor. She was actually considering it, leaving everything behind in London and chasing something new in Paris, maybe. Or just the opportunity of seeing psg playing live, well that was enough to make her quit her day job and do something spontaneous for ones.

PSG TRAINING CAMPUS / PARIS – DAY

“he hasn’t stopped coughing ever since Saturday. You know how many days is that Ky? 5 days- 5 days off listening him cough his lungs out-“ Kylian wasn’t really listening. Not that he didn’t care about Hakimi and his baby, who apparently was sick, but his mind couldn’t focus. He was pulling on the sled drags and slowly coming up. These exercises were usual for him, he did them every day but today was different, he had this heavy feeling on his stomach. He stopped and released himself from the sled drags, nudging his friend.

“Let’s go have a run.” He said quickly and was already sprinting on the open field. Snatching a ball on his way there and throwing it back on the grass, kicking it. He did a few tricks, kicking it up in there and then pushing it with his head on his friend who stepped on it and kicked it back to him.

“You ok bro?” he asked, while they exchanged passes at each other.

“Sure. I may had overreacted with the JW thing.”

Hakimi laughed “No kidding.”

“I don’t know. There’s something awfully annoying about him-“

“GUYS!” Neymar Jr. ran about to them, out of breath like he had been running from the other side of the stadium. Kylian noticed he had a weird look on his face and ducked down to get the ball while Hakimi was approaching him “I went to see Linda, you know, new secretary, upstairs. Looks very pretty today by the way-“

“To the point Junior!”

Neymar took in a few more breaths, pointing up at the offices of Galtier. “JW is here. You know, football writer, he has a website-“

“Yeah we’ve heard of him- Kylian where are you going? Kylian-“

Hakimi rushed behind his friend, who was walking very fast down the hallways. Kylian heard him yelling but he wasn’t going to stop, he wanted to meet that fool even if it got him in trouble with Galtier, see if he had the balls to say all that he was writing on his face. He brushed passed a few people who called his name until he reached the upper floor where the offices were. Linda, stood up when she saw him and walked towards him to stop him- “Mr. Galtier is in a meeting-“ The moment she said that the door opened, Galtier coming out first, Kylian moved closer to him, angry. Hakimi had just reached him, to hold him back.

“Is it true? is that fucking fool here. Where is he? Scared to come out-“ he went quiet quickly when he saw a girl coming out, no older than 25 years old. Brunette hair, hazel eyes. Holding a pile of folders in her hands. She looked small next to Galtier, she looked nervous. Kylian laughed, rubbing his face “He couldn’t even come here himself? He had to send his assistant? Who the hell are you-“

Galtier went to speak “She’s actually-“ but the small girl raised her hand to stop him, faking a smile.

“I’m Taylor. Jo’s assistant.” She answered, reaching her hand out for Kylian to shake. Kylian looked at her hand suspiciously before accepting the offer.

“Your boss is a coward, isn’t he?”

She laughed, taking back her hand. “Is there a message you want me to give him Mr. Mbappe. Except of course the one you already sent him yourself.”

Kylian backed off, placing his hands on his hips “Tell him he should keep his nose out of things he doesn’t have the knowledge on. And he was unfair for Friday’s game-“

“So you didn’t actually avoid passing the ball to Number 10 who was unmarked across from you because the defenders were occupied with the golden child, that’s you by the way, and instead chose to go with an impossible kick for the net which of course resulted to you missing a golden chance.” She spoke so quickly he could hardly follow her rhythm. She gave him a smile at the end, like she knew she had already won the argument.

Hakimi got close to him, putting his hand over his mouth and whispering repeatedly “abort, abort, abort.” Kylian had to slap him on the chest for him to stop and getaway.

“My boss writes what he sees. If you don’t like what he writes, you have to change what he sees.”

“Yes, of course!” said Galtier, in an attempt to cut the tension. Kylian was staring at Taylor like he was going to attack her any time now. “Your presence here, I’m sure will help with that.”

“Her presence?” Kylian raised his eyebrows, he could feel his anger raising as he realized what the situation he walked in on actually was.

“Yes, Miss-“

“Taylor” completed the girl, like Galtier was gonna go ahead and say something different.

“Taylor, yes. She’s here to journal your trainings and your games.”

“In what capacity?” Asked Kylian narrowing his eyes. “This doesn’t make any sense.”

“Well she’s-“

“My boss wants a better look at the team of the guy that insulted him on social media. Maybe he really was wrong. But before he gets here to apologize, we wanna make sure he won’t be wasting his time.”

“Waste—” he laughed “wasting his time? Are you boys listening to this?”

“On top of that. He is writing a special article on the website. A month with Paris Saint-Germain.” Galtier explained. Giving him the true reason of her arrival.

“Yes, of course, there’s that too.”

Kylian could understand just be her look that she only said the first part to piss him off and in all honesty she had succeeded. He walked closer to the girl, looking down at her. “He shouldn’t have sent a poor girl like you down here to clean his mess.”

“You’ll find I’m not easily intimidated sir.” She shot back “But very easily provoked.” Kylian let out another bitter laugh. He backed away, if it was a man standing across him this conversation would go a completely different way but it was just a girl. So he turned his back on her, leaving. Deep down knowing nothing about her being here would be easy and this next month would be the worst.

Next chapter: Young, bored & dumb

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Not gonna lie I'm crazy excited to start this series if this post does well. Raise your hands if you'll be reading and please please please always comment so i know what you think and if you're following the story. It helps keep the motivation to keep writing hehe.

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Like Ale ・ Alexia Putellas

Based on this request, hope you'll like it!

Request: "can you write one for Alexia? Reader and Alexia used to be Barcas force with Ale being a middy and reader being a forward. Reader has always been a free spirit on the field. Pulling tricks, tackling and doing insanly fast sprints. So before Alexias injury they would always lead Barca to a win if they were on the pitch together. Now that Alexia is out with her ACL Reader has to carry Barca to a win on her own. Not only that but being just as famous and great play footballer as Alexia, the management puts the reader up for Tons of Media duty. Revolving in stressed reader trying to live up to everyones expections."

Word count: 1,9k

La Reina y La Pistola, that is the name the fans of the football world have given the two of you. You and Alexia live and breathe Barca, your loyalty to the club obvious to those around you, especially yours as you had grown up in La Maisa. 

Your chemistry with la Reina on the pitch is what more often than not led your team to a win. The two of you were a force to recon with. Alexia being the midfielder, setting the pace of the game, keeping possession of the ball and assisting goals, and you being the forward who received those assists and sent them to the back of the net.

 Although you did a pretty good job at shooting on goal, your goal ratio being a solid 0.76 goal per game, you also were known as a free spirit on the field. Switching up the usual role of a forward and showing off your ball control skills, sometimes attempting a tackle and your explosive speed, hence the nickname La Pistola. 

However with your partner in crime being out due to injury, you had taken on the role of being the team’s captain. But your connection with the brunette wasn’t only for the pitch, she was your main confidant and you were hers. 

Your team’s main focus was to win everything and anything there was to win, but with being a popular professional athlete came the importance of media duties. You were often called in for interviews or media day videos as a co-captain but also because of your fluency in English, something that allowed the Barca tv to reach more than just the Spanish Culers. 

That is where you were right now as well, sat in front of cameras with Ingrid next to you. Media days could be fun and you were glad today was one of those instead of a draining one, you were still tired from the promotion you had to shoot the other day with one of Barcelona’s sponsors. 

Right now though you let yourself relax as you joked back and forth with the Norwegian, enjoying yourselves. The two of you were currently being shown edits made by fans, this one about Ingrid and Mapi’s relationship. 

“Aww, she’s blushing!” you exclaimed as you squished one of her cheeks, laughing as she swatted your hands away.

“Just wait until we get to yours!” Soon you were shown another video, this one indeed being about you and you groaned aloud. You were sure it would yet again be a video of you falling over stray balls in training.

“Oh Y/N you’re gonna want to see this one.” Ingrid smacked at your shoulder and you leaned over as the video started playing again.

You know you wanna be fast like Mbappe,

You know, shoot like Ronaldo,

Pass like Messi, be dominant like Zlatan.

But man, I wanted to be like Y/N L/N.

You watched the video with a surprised look, you would have never thought people would compare you to some of the best in the sport. It filled you with immense pride, but at the same time you suddenly had an uneasy feeling.

Are you really that good? Or are they just saying it because Alexia can’t play right now? Was your football good enough?

You couldn’t let those thoughts eat away at you though, not like you really had time for your own thoughts anyways.

Between being busy getting the team ready for the champions league qualifications and friendlies while also having to worry about Jorge and the Spanish national team, you barely had the energy to change into pajamas at the end of the day. 

You were exhausted to say the least, but it seemed to be paying off. The girls were on fire and the new additions on the team seemed to be settling in well as well. As captain, it was your job to help them adjust to everything so you had mandatory team bonding every Friday night.

It helped the girls unwind from the stress of the week while also having fun in each other’s company. You loved it, you truly did because you wanted nothing but the best for this team. But it was becoming incredibly difficult to show up to these team bondings with the busy schedule you seemed to have.

ElClásico was just as important in the women’s game as in the men’s and the team was hyped as they made their way onto the field,with you at the very beginning of the line.

Barca was immediately off to a wonderful start with Ana scoring a goal not even five minutes into the game and you soon sent your own shot into the back of the net in the 27th minute.

Living up to your nickname your celebration was you imitating a pistol and shooting it at Misa before jumping into Irene's open arms.

The game ended with a 4-0 win for Barca and for a second you stood with the rest of the team, ecstatic over the victory until you made eye contact with the Real goalkeeper. 

Was 4 goals enough? You surely could’ve sent at least one more goal in there. You should have tried harder to have your name twice on the scoreboard.

Although these heavy thoughts were clouding your mind, you forced a big smile on your face as Alexia, Jana and a few of the others celebrated with you all.

It didn’t take long for the team to notice the way you were distancing yourself, pushing them away unless you were at training.

You weren’t taking your duties as a captain lightly, but with the amount of media appearances you’ve been having, you simply couldn’t take more human interaction than necessary. 

Making her way out of the locker room, Mapi stood at the entrance of the field as she watched you shoot ball after ball into the net from the penalty box and the halfline.

It was at least 40 minutes after training but you didn't seem to care, you probably didn’t even notice your friend watching you with a worried expression. She sighed before turning to go home knowing that she wouldn’t be able to convince you to follow and rest as well.

She needed to figure out a way to get to you.

Walking into the locker room the next day you stilled in your step as you were met with the whole team sitting there already.

Were you late? You couldn’t be late as captain of the team. 

Glancing at your phone, your face scrunched up in confusion. 

“Training doesn’t start for a good half hour.” Frido spoke up as if reading your thoughts.

“Yes, but we have something we need to talk about.” Claudia added as she looked up at you and you moved over to the girl, placing a hand on her shoulder. You were worried she might have picked up a small injury with how much she had been tackled at the game against real madrid.

“We’re worried about you, Y/N. You’re clearly overworking yourself and you also look like you haven’t slept in days.” Okay, that was not what you were expecting.

“First of all, thank you Patri, I appreciate the compliment. Second of all, I’m fine and there’s nothing to worry about.” you started as you moved over to your own spot, putting your stuff down and changing into your training gear. 

For a second the whole locker room was silent as they watched you before it erupted in chaos as everyone voiced their concerns regarding you.

“You’re doing extra training AFTER your extra training!”

“You haven’t been to team bonding in the last two weeks!”

“You’ve canceled any plans we’ve tried to make with you!”

“You closed yourself off, you’re not letting any of us in and we just want to help you.”

The last sentence was spoken so softly that you couldn’t hold the tears back anymore, the exhaustion forcing your emotions out. 

The Barca shirt is still clutched in your hand as your shoulders slump forward before you let yourself fall into your seat, holding your head in your hands.

The girls watch the scene unfolding in front of them, they didn’t know if you’d let them close.

The second a tear rolls down your cheek though, Irene and Mapi are beside you, your best friend and mentor pulling you into their bodies.

They hold you tight as you cry, Claudia and Patri also making their way over as they try to be physically close to you and soon the whole team joins the group hug.

“I’m sorry girls, I’m sorry it’s just everything is overwhelming right now. Everything that Ale and I had to do together, I now have to do alone and it’s so so tiring, I’m so tired.” you admit, burying your head into the crook of someone’s neck.

God, you missed them and you missed their hugs. You’ve been missing out on all of the affection with how busy you’ve been.

“But why not let us help you? Why are you driving yourself to the limits?” Ingrid questions.

“It seemed easier to just do it on my own. I was scared that the fans would think I’m not working hard enough and I didn’t want to let you guys down, I wanted to be the best captain, like Ale.”

Suddenly a throat is cleared from behind all of you and you look towards the entrance of the changing room where Alexia has been standing, unbeknownst to you all she has listened to everything that has been said.

She makes her way over to you and the group seems to part as they let her through before she’s standing right in front of you, reaching to cup your cheeks and wiping away at the remaining of your tears.

“You’re doing better than I ever could have Y/N. The team is striving, you haven’t lost a single match yet and you’re holding up perfectly without me out there on the pitch with you! You have nothing to worry about.” she assures you, and you swallow hard.

“But I miss you there.” it comes out as a whisper and the team has to stop themselves from cooing at the admission and the obvious heart eyes with which you were staring up at Alexia.

“I know bébé, I miss you guys too, I miss you too. But you all are doing better than ever and your hard work is showing on the pitch.” she says to the team, though still not letting go of your face.

She turns back to you, gently placing her forehead on yours and your eyes flutter shut at having her close again. “And I’m so incredibly proud of you mi amor.” she tells you and before you could answer, you feel soft lips on your own and you pull her closer to you.

The kiss is probably more passionate than necessary, especially with your teammates watching, but the girls cheer loudly for the two of you. You pull away with a smile resting on your face, Alexia beaming down at you.

Being captain was exhausting and it would be like that for a while until Alexia could come back and the two of you would share the stress of the media, but you wouldn’t change it for the world if it meant being a part of this team and having the girls by your side.

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maysa monjardim (1936-1977)

* maysa was a brazilian singer-songwriter. born in the city of rio de janeiro in 1936, from a wealthy and traditional family. she spent her childhood years in a mansion, studied in a prestigious boarding catholic school and have always dreamed of being an artist. she was a rebellious teen who liked to smoke and drink in public, use short hair and masculine clothes, things that caused family fights. despite that, she was extremely feminine, well cared and romantic, enjoying writing songs, poems and love letters. she married at 18 with a entrepreneur who has 17 years her senior, he didn't like the fact that his wife wanted to be a singer and not a housewife, she divorced him two years after the marriage and pursued her music career, her first album was a success and she was invited to sing all across the world, including the usa and europe.

* her style was melancholic and histrionic, with songs about love and intense feelings, the genre that her and another women of the time (like angêla maria, dolores duran and nora ney) who sang songs in the same format was called "fossa" something deep and full of suffering and lament, also known as samba-canção, who was inspired by the french chanson, the jazz and the afro-brazilian samba.

* maysa's life was extremely chaotic, marked by many trips and also by many loves, maysa had several relationships, among them, the songwriter ronaldo boscôli who also dated two stars of the brazilian music: elis regina and nara leão. She was also known for her temperamental outbursts, her depressive crises and constant complaints noted in her diary about the loneliness she felt, which were clearly expressed in the lyrics she wrote. she was addicted to alcohol, cigarettes, sleeping pills and amphetamines, had scandals involving fights with her partners, cheating, nudity and mental health issues, she was a person with a strong and sardonic personality, very sharp by standards, but also very humorous and ironic. a lot of her brazilians fans compare her to lana del rey, since both of them wrote songs about feelings, love, desire, suffering and loneliness, were very influenced by the jazz and have tragic and melancholic styles, in addition to both having striking and controversial personalities.

* maysa unfortunately died in 1977, due to a car crash, in the city of niterói, she was not in the effects of alcohol. one of her latest diary entries was:

"Today is November 1976, I am a widow, 40 years old and a single woman. What will the future say?"

* maysa is a amazing brazilian singer whose legacy lasts until today, whether with her authorial songs like ouça, meu mundo caiu, tarde triste, resposta, adeus, felicidade infeliz, diplomacia, bronzes e cristais and o que? or with her covers like ne me quitte pas, dindi, eu sei que vou te amar and l'hymne a l'amour, between many others. she was a amazing and inspiring figure, very ahead of her time and my favorite brazilian singer besides nara leão, i highly recommend her albums ando só numa multidão de amores and convite para ouvir maysa. i think her music is great for those who like jazz, chanson, bossa nova and wants a sprinkle of sadness and melancholy on it.

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Must be kismet - chapter 1/?

A celebrity au where Ava is a football player for Arsenal and Beatrice is a famous pop star — loosely inspired by Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce’s meet-cute.

Ava Silva has never been a morning person.

If you ask her, it should be a crime to wake up before 10 a.m. If humans were meant to be out of bed sooner, then how come Ava always feels like she needs an extra hour or two before she can really wake up and start her day?

If there’s a chance she can get an extra forty winks in, then she’ll take it.

It’s funny – you’d think as a professional football player she’d be used to waking up early. Her career means that she often has to be up at the crack of dawn to travel to matches or be at training for early drills on the pitch.

Still, if it were up to Ava, she’d be asking coach to schedule all future training sessions to start no later than noon. Anything earlier is frankly just a crime.

Sure, she knows Coach Superion would never agree to it – not to mention the small problem of some matches kicking off at 12.30 p.m. – but a girl can dream, can’t she?

Ava would rather be in her bed watching the latest season of Sex Education on Netflix right now, than practising headers on the training ground with Lilith and Chanel.

“Silva! On your head!” Lilith barks at her from the corner flag.

Ava snaps to attention as the midfielder kicks the ball, crossing it into the penalty box. Never taking her eye off it, Ava puts on a burst of speed and leaps into the air to meet it head-on.

With perfect timing, her forehead connects with the ball, sending it soaring toward the top corner of the goal. Chanel’s desperate dive comes too late as the ball hits the back of the net with a resounding thud.

“Ooooooh did you see that?” Ava grins, “Did you?” She asks again, looking in Lilith’s direction.

The older girl walks over from the corner flag with an unamused look on her face. “It was okay.”

“Okay!?” Ava baulks, “Lilith, that header was fucking gold and you know it!”

Chanel throws her the retrieved ball from the net and Ava catches it with both hands. She dances around Lilith, bouncing up and down on her toes – in return, the midfielder rolls her eyes.

Ava ignores her grumpy teammate’s sour mood. After scoring a near-on-perfect-headed goal, she has total bragging rights.

Lilith can suck it.

“C’mon, that was so-so epic! Did you not see the way I leapt up in the air like a fucking salmon swimming upstream…I mean, I practically flew like I was fucking Superman or something. Cristiano Ronaldo ain’t got shit on me!” She boasts, spinning the football on her finger like a basketball.

Lilith pinches her brow with her fingers and lets out a long exasperated sigh. “Please tell me you did not just compare yourself to Ronaldo…”

“Ronaldo, Superman… and a salmon,” Ava corrects, flashing the midfielder a cocky grin.

“Jesus Christ… ”

“You’re right, I’m better than Jesus too.”

The midfielder groans and Ava loves every second of it.

Winding Lilith up was one of her favourite pastimes. It makes these early morning training sessions somewhat bearable.

Read the rest of the chapter on AO3 here

[the5thcellar]

Actually Luke and A remind me of Ronaldo and Georgina. They were also 9 years apart, he just got out of a 5 year relationship, saw Georgina while she was working at a Gucci store, started lowkey seeing each other in November 2016 and by June 2017 she was pregnant with his baby. They’ve been together ever since, and he calls her his soulmate. Both Aquarius’s too lol.

It’s not about just 2023, it’s that he’s been slowly building something with her for months and now wants to go public with it. That means he knows what he wants, her.

omg not another one of those idiot astrology believers in my inbox.

fuck alllllll the way off.

I hope you know comparing Ronaldo and Georgina to the couple you have a thing for is possibly THE worst comparison anyone could ever make. Ronaldo is an admitted rapist.

[ccfever]

first soccer anon here, you're welcome! i was the one who sent you that twitter clip of cc scoring a goal as well hahaha (thanks so much to the other anon who recently sent a cc soccer video as well!!!) i've been searching for so long ever since i saw that box score that caitlin had 23 goals in just 13 matches like there's no way there's no videos of her playing likeeeee 😫

😭😭😭 damn that search probably took you so long 😭😭😭 thank you cause i ended up finding footage of her hs basketball games too 😭 i’ll be posting everything in my website in case it gets deleted lmao but man everyone ate that one goal up anon they’re comparing her to ronaldo messi and haaland on twitter now 😭😭😭

[zaeliaeve]

ꜰʟᴏʀᴇꜱ [ꜱᴇʀɢɪᴏ ʀᴀᴍᴏꜱ] Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: this is purely fiction and there are things that will be inaccurate to real life. This is all for fun! I do not speak Spanish so please excuse any mistranslations, I literally just used Google translate haha. Thanks for reading!

2009

There are two things in this world that everyone can agree to hate mutually. The first being twenty three year old Sergio Ramos; the long haired defense player with a loud mouth and short temper seems to rile everyones feathers. Perhaps one of the worst things about him is his immense talent, meaning everyone will just have to put up with him because he knows with his skill, he is not going anywhere.

The second thing this world hates is nepotism, and who wouldn't? Nobody likes the lazy bosses son walking around the office being the nuisance that you can't say anything to just because he hit the family lottery. Nepotism is a direct reminder that life is unfair and favors some more than others.

Catalina Flores didn't feel life favored her most of the time. There was never anything special about her, no dazzling beauty that would get her anything she wanted; nor spectucular social skills that would let her build the friendships she always wanted. All she had ever been seen as was invisible. Catalina's life had been a lonely one and that was no secret to anyone around her.  

Perhaps that's why her father's sister, Maria took pity on her and offered her a job with the team her husband coaches. A photographer for Real Madrid. 

There was a couple of things that made Catalina hesitant to accept the kind gesture.

Number one, too big of a stage at only twenty years old. Photography is something Catalina has and always taken seriously, but to go from doing what she has been compared to one of the biggest football teams in the world is a lot of pressure, rightfully so. Maria assured her that there would be other photographers there and that all the weight didn't land on her shoulders souly. 

Number two, was Catalina even good enough? There is many photos she's proud of, but like anyone around her age she makes mistakes. When she was sixteen she shot her brothers birthday party completely out of focus and the ones there were in focus were totally unflattering. That's something that always creeps back into her brain as she's trying to fall asleep at night. So embarrassing. Her aunt shushes those thoughts as she reminders Catalina of the photography contests she has won in recent years. 

Truthfully, she felt a bit guilty taking the offer but to say no is something she feared would regret. Although football is not something she had ever necessarily cared about, it was a huge opportunity. It's not something she felt truly unqualified for. Why not just see how it goes?

On Catalina's first day it was luckily a bit easier. They were only training, and truthfully only needed shots for their new star player, Cristiano Ronaldo. who brought a lot of good press for the team.

Dark purple circles lay under Catalina's eyes as proof of the sleepless night she had prior, tossing and turning with anxiety of the day to come. The black camera bag strapped around her body felt heavier than usual, blocking the badge her uncle gave as permession to be there. 

The training grounds felt massive and unfamiliar, she couldn't imagine what it felt like to be inside the actual stadium. There was a sweet older lady who showed Catalina the way outside where the players had yet to assemble onto the pitch.

That is when Catalina took the time to prepare her camera, adjusting it to the settings she deemed best as not to repeat her brothers birthday incident all those years ago. One by one each player shuffled out onto the field in their training clothes, all smiles as the sun beamed against their skin.

It was only then Catalina realized how unprepared she was.  I really should have googled their names before this. She made a mental note to study their faces and names tonight. The only one she could point out was Cristiano, who she knew was a big deal for the club. 

Anytime she could catch the Portuguese star flashing his bright teeth or with the lighting just right she made sure to snap an extra picture. There seemed to be one player being rougher than the rest, slapping the back of his teammates heads, or outright tackling them to the floor with a wide smile plastered on his face. 

"Get off of me Sergio! What have you been eating, gordito?" One with large curly hair laughed, slapping at the long haired one's sides.

Sergio. Sergio. Sergio  Catalina repeatedhis name over and over in her head as to not forget it as she captured the duos tussle back and forth on the grass.

It ended with another one coming in plopping on the both of them, causing both of the players to groan in pain. That's when the coach came in and told them finish the task at hand, and they followed orders accordingly but Catalina didn't miss Sergio getting one last smack on the back of the brunettes neck.

Apparently, Cristiano didn't miss it either as he busted out laughing before quickly putting a hand over his mouth to restrain himself.

 Click click click

The team seemed to know when to calm down as for the rest of practice they took their jobs seriously without it being a drag. Of course they still had fun, but not too distractingly.  

One with a buzzcut stopped to smile and wave at her very briefly in the middle of running up and down the field. Catalina's lips upturned as she waved at him back with her free hand, the other gripping the large camera for dear life. 

Click click click

Catalina felt she got pretty good shots of them all, a small weight lifted off of her shoulders. Maybe it wasn't as big of a disaster as she thought. 

The sun was setting so she knew it was almost time to go. The last thing they were doing was shooting balls across to each other in random pairs. As Catalina went to adjust her settings to accommodate the now deep orange sun, there was suddenly loud shouting all at once "cuidado!"

Before she could even process what they were saying, a large round object bounced off of her forehead; the force of it sending her backwards onto the soft grass. Instinctively she held her arm up to make sure her camera didn't fall as hard as she did. 

Many players rushed to the side where Catalina layed on the ground, looking up at the white clouds above. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry! " Number 3 gasped as he leaned over her, blocking her view of the sky. 

Soon, each cloud got blocked by a member of the team's head, faces filled with worry as they looked down to the girl below them. All she could feel was the throbbing of her eye and scalp. "Pepe hijo de puta!" The buzzcut one exclaimed as he hit number 3's shoulder from beside him.

In the dead center of Catalina's vision she seen Sergio with the faintest smirk on his face. It felt like for a split second, time froze and all she could feel was this man laughing at her. Suddenly reality came crashing back to Catalina and she sat up abruptly, almost headbutting Sergio in the process. "I'm fine, it's no worries. You have really great aim, this is good for the team right?" Catalina tried to laugh it off, although her tone was unconvincing.

The curly haired one ruffled her dark locks in a way that commended her for being a good sport. Catalina could feel her face was heating up from not only the pain, but the huge feeling of  embarrassment creeping into her chest. Slowly they backed off, but Pepe stayed and apologized profusely. 

Catalina waved it off with a smile and assured him that she truly was okay. In the background she could hear number 11 running to get something that she would quickly find out is an ice pack.

As she pressed the cool fabric to her eye all she could think about was Sergio's face staring back down at her.

[maxverstepponme]

I'm a bit late to the party, I was waiting for everything to be out before judging. [it's long but I think worth reading it]

the way you choose to be represented is very important and has always been because it's a powerful tool -the way kings represented themselves in painting, dictators or presidents for their official portrait is really important and says a lot about them. here, Kelly, her agency and the editor-in-chief decided that it was a good idea to appropriate the usual representation of drivers: the helmet on the cover, the racing suit, cars visible on almost every pictures and filming the promotional video inside a garage and filming her driving a car with a racing helmet/suit, justified by the narrative of «she can because she's the daughter of a world champion and the partner of a world champion/F1 driver so it's part of who she is» but it makes no sense because Kelly isn't a racing driver and more importantly, don't want to be a driver, she wants to be a model and made it clear on her interview, so why using something foreing for «her» cover and moment? it was a prime opportunity to go beyond the «someone's partner, someone's girlfriend». and it doesn't make sense either with her persona: she never wears anything motorsports related, hardly post about it if it's not Max and don't seem to follow any other racing categories than F1 -she doesn't look like a motorsports fan that would attend many racing events or closely follow races/championships and doesn't fit her instagram vibe:

the photoshoot that «represents her because racing is part of her identity» / her instagram feed (without Vogue recent photos) > 1 thing racing related: going to see her boyfriend race/Louis Vuitton ad

something I find interesting: out of all the picture posted by @.kellypiquetsource, she choose to post on her own account only the ones linked to motorsports, not the ones next to the swimming pool that are more model-like. most people won't buy the magazine, so they will link Kelly Piquet to racing because of the promotional video and the way she appropriate the codes of racing. if I'm being honest, if I see this magazine in a store, I won't think she's just a model on the cover of a magazine because when someone's name is clearly visible on the cover and is linked to a sport, it means that the person is know in this sport. for example: (there is not a lot because athlete usually do more model-like shootings if it's not a sports magazine) but we can mention these:

Simone Biles for Times 2021 (I don't think I need to present her 😅) / Pusarla Venkata Sindhu on the left, a badminton player that got a silver medal at the 2016 Rio OG, known in India, here for Harper's Bazaar in 2021

the cover choice of Vogue NL really looks like one of photos of the Harper's Bazaar Arabia featuring Amna Al Qubaisi — link to the article because it's really interesting (and the photos are breathtaking) and clearly, there is no difference in the structure of the cover than the 2 previous magazine cover, when the 3 other than Kelly are professionnal athletes. you can genuinely thinks she's a racing driver.

Kelly's cover / Amna Al Qubaisi for Harper's Bazaar Arabia of Novemeber 2022 - she drives in the regional F3

here the covers of 2 females drivers in not-motorsports magazine: we see the leather jacket and helmet for Susie and the racing suit and gloves for Jamie (when the other girls are wearing dresses) -helmet, leather jacket, suit and gloves are really linked to motorsports and say «that person is a driver» and were used by Vogue to link Kelly to motorsports.

Susie Wolff in 2014 for The Weekly Review (lifestyle magazine) / Jamie Chadwick for Asian Wealth in 2018 (lifestyle magazine)

2 other example: Georgina Rodriguez magazine covers (she had them and a career thanks to be being Cristiano Ronaldo girlfriend so it makes sense to compare the two) it's very fashion and not related to football at all because she tries to build her own persona (and her Netflix show is going on the same direction -I didn't watch it but that was the idea of it I think 😅) her name is not in the middle and she looks like any not-famous model you can see on magazines. the other example is Zhou that, like Lewis did (but as we always talk about him I choose my beloved Guanyu instead, so many people sleep on him 😅) choose to not use the usual racing codes you can see on motorsports magazine. nothing is racing oriented, you can't think he's a F1 driver when you look at the cover, it's really fashion oriented.

screenshot of a Google research for their name + «magazine cover»

here, I put 4 covers of Vogue Netherlands featuring models without their names on the cover so they choose to represent Kelly as a known person because her name is really visible, known in the racing world because it's not fashion photos and the racing world is everywhere, and as a driver because there are all the codes of racing. on the other collage, I put 4 athletes on Vogue covers: Lovlina Borgohain, (a professional boxer), Naomi Osaka, Neymar and Serena Williams > none of them, like Zhou, used their sports for their image when it's their whole life and the reason they're known (I don't forget about Gisele she's just not the subject here)

on the left: Vogue NL February 2012/December 2019/June 2021/May 2021 / on the right: Vogue India October 2021 / Vogue January 2021 / Vogue Brazil May 2014 / Vogue February 2018

I honestly don't think it's dramatic she got a cover that way but I was expecting a fashion photoshoot to back what she keeps trying to do: becoming a model -I don't consider having done 2 professional shootings for magazines and invited to less than 5 shows in 1 year being a model), but not a full racing photoshoot. she keeps saying motorsports is part of her life, but where? she didn't mention in the interview the only thing she did in the sport: working for the communication of FE. I really dislike the fact that she used codes that aren't hers only for a shooting because she don't care about racing, so it makes no sense, and if Vogue wanted to put a racer on the cover, they just call one or hire models but they don't make someone that never drove a racing car a «female in motorsports» because real woman in motorsports are hardly given any screentime or attention, struggle so hard to have sponsors to drive and face so much sexism -it makes me sick that any wag has more followers and attention than female racing drivers, or that people cares about the woman working in motorsports only if they're pretty. this is a prime example of it, because she's not just «a model», they made her part of the few woman that worked so hard to be there, when she never did.

she's «more known» as a model, they should have stick with that and focus the article on fashion (especially when people say to defend her «it's a fashion magazine» well, then how do you explain that athletes on the covers talk about their career and journey on «fashion magazine» interviews? plus she has a rather good fashion sense and worked in the field before, and it would have fueled her career as a model. and the interview wasn't even about fashion at all, but her private with Max. that being said, the way they promoted the article here (I can't put the screenshot, it's only 10 media/you can translate it with google) clearly shows that she's a side character on this: on the cover because of Max -I guess they wanted a couple shot like the ones below- and about racing because of her dad. about her dad, it's ridiculous and disgusting that Vogue could shot at his house and casually mention him and put his name on their magazine but the police can't find him when there is an enquiry about him for being racist, without forgetting about his nazi salute, the fact he threatened the new president but we put his name and house on display???

iconic Gigi Hadid and Zayn Malik cover Vogue August 2017 / and lovely cover of Achraf Hakimi (Psg player) and Hiba Abouk (Spanish actress) Vogue Arabia October 2022

thank you for reading, it was really long, I'm sorry 🫶🏻 there's a lot more to say, but this shows that people aren't unhappy about the «@nlvogue January/February 2023 Cover Girl» because they just randomly decided they don't like Kelly, there is reason for people saying they should have chosen a female driver. and of course, what she said in the interview that we already talked about here

Thank you so much for this nonnie! To the tag it goes in case someone else finds it interesting too.

[fangedup]

Didn't they tell you that I was a savage?

June 23rd, 2018. Approximately four in the afternoon.

You knew you were walking directly into the eye of the storm before you even opened the front door. Mostly because, well.

Ronnie's girlfriend dumped him.

And you may or may not have inadvertently convinced her to do so.

This being his... second? Third, possibly? Regardless of how many, he's been broken up with a few times just in the past year. Every single one of them, he mistreated. Lied to, spoke down to, and his take on it was "They're all too fucking sensitive, it's not like I'm beating them" and that.. rubbed you the wrong way.

It wasn't your fault you happened to be in the same room as each of them and struck up conversation, ultimately leading to their confessions of mistreatment and their hesitation on what to do next. You, of course, suggested they find someone better than him, but you never actively told them to break up with him.

The moment you walk into the house, you can already hear him. Somewhere in the kitchen, you think, he's yelling about something or other.

"Bitch sucks in bed, fuck do I care," he's grumbling to himself just as you step into the kitchen and go straight for the fridge. Without so much as looking his way, you reply, nonchalant, "No, she doesn't."

Silence ensues. A miserable period of time in which no one says a word, the only sound being the packet of cheese you found in one of the drawers. Another moment passes, and he speaks.

"Excuse me? How the fuck do you know?" he demands, rising from his seat with this ridiculously incredulous look on his face.

"I fucked her after she dumped your ass," you reply with a shrug, proceeding to shove a slice of cheese into your mouth without bothering to look at him yet. (You want to savor that anger when you finally see his face.) "Fucked your other exes, too."

His hand on your shoulder is an unwelcome thing, his fingers curling into claws around it. He shoves you a step back, of which you take with ease and catch your balance quickly. He can't compare to the man you've faced in the cage. When you, however, shove him in return, he stumbles a few feet back.

"Keep your fucking hands off me, Ronaldo, I'm telling you right now. Back the fuck down." as you stare hard into his eyes, promises of violence and a severe mauling in your gaze. He's seen it before, decides to keep his mouth shut for a hot second before he opens it to say something -- and ultimately shuts it again when you take your first step towards him.

Your pace is slow, lazy, hands buried in the pockets of your sweatpants as you come to stand before him a bit too close for personal comfort. You lean in, keeping your face mere inches from his, when you mumble low enough for only him to hear, "Shoulda treated them better if you didn't want me to stick my dick in them. And next time you lay a hand on me, I'mma break it. We good?"

Ronnie says nothing. Can't even look you in the eye when he stomps out to bring his chaotic rampage elsewhere and with his face flushed bright red in anger.

[ur-mag]

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[milkywaydrinker]

(Again, don't hesitate to tell me to stop if it's annoying you; I can always make my own sideblog to rant if I really need to.)

Your point on OK KO compared to Amphibia reminds me... I've never liked the claim that if TOH season 3 had more episodes, people would complain about the earth segment as much as they did Amphibia's. Because there's a very clear difference between the two.

For starters, despite its shortening TOH actually made room to acknowledge the emotional fallout of season 2. We got to see Luz struggle and cope, we saw how the other kids missed their families, there was still moments of legitimate seriousness and acknowledgement for what happened. Luz's repression was treated as an actual problem, and not a convenient excuse for the writers.

I think people would be way less critical of Amphibia 3A's slice of life aspects if it managed to at least acknowledge the darker parts. Before 3A, I absolutely expected the show to go back to some goofy antics because that's just how Amphibia works, and the season 3 intro made that clear; But I expected for the writers to at least transition us into that tonal shift, by giving us an episode for the characters to cope and reflect before they have fun fillers as a much-needed break.

The problem with Amphibia is that there is no transition; 3A picks up mere seconds after True Colors, and the tone has notably been shifted to something jarringly casual without any explanation for that change. There's a joke where Anne shows more emotion towards wi-fi than her closest childhood friend getting stabbed. And in spite of everyone insisting 3B would deliver on the much-needed angst and acknowledgement, Anne magically forgives Sasha for no reason, and continues to show no lack of concern for Marcy (in addition to 3B continuing the goofy antics until the last minute... We did NOT need Sprivy, nor for the lore episode about the prophecy to be taken up by a gross-out sequence).

If TOH's earth segment wasn't compressed, it's clear that we still would've gotten acknowledgement for the characters' trauma and some slice of life. Amphibia has a full third season and can only do the latter. Plus, your point on Ronaldo from SU brings up another difference;

People actually like Luz's friends. People are actually interested in seeing them interact, seeing them adjust to and explore the human world. The human world was a formative experience for Luz and essentially her backstory, whereas with Anne, it's mostly Sasha and Marcy, who are back in Amphibia. Luz's friends are side characters and yet are treated with so much more emotional depth, consistency, and weight than the Plantars; They're much more dynamic.

After the successive trauma of 2B, seeing these kids decompress actually feels earned; People wanted to explore their interactions with each other, various storylines! Luz and Vee being sisters, Hunter getting to be an actual kid after having been a child soldier all his life... Gus' reaction to the human world, given it's such a big deal to his character, or Amity and Willow rebuilding their friendship! The writers would've given us Vee and Hunter acknowledging their tense connection over the Emperor's Coven, that much was confirmed!

We actually wanted and needed to see these kids explore this new situation. But with the Plantars, we've already had two whole seasons of them doing the same old goofy antics, nobody really cared or was hyped up to see their reaction to the human world. At best there was their interactions with Anne's parents, but that part is brief compared to the rest of 3A. We didn't need to see the Plantars go back to being silly, we needed to see them be treated seriously too! And Anne, for that matter. Coming from someone who actually put in the effort to try and analyze and engage with the Plantars and appreciate them, it feels like the writers neglect fleshing them out as well.

TOH's slice-of-life feels earned and with characters people actually want to explore in different situations and interactions. With Amphibia, we finally began to delve into something more serious, only to immediately back out without any narrative nor in-universe transition to this casual tone. The fallacy that "People would also complain about filler if TOH's season 3 wasn't shortened" is always from Amphibia fans who are trying to defend 3A, and are disgruntled seeing their show compared to TOH, acting like it's a mystery TOH is preferred.

I do have some thoughts on this.

I pretty much agree with what you said. Allow me to go on a little tangent:

With how plot-focused most stories need to be right now due to the shifting format of distribution (the binge model and the generally shortened attention span of an average fandom) many people began treating SoL episodes as filler.

Now, what is filler really? I'm an old-school weeb, so that word always had only one meaning. A non-canon arc, something straying from the source material because the adaptation caught up.

In the context of something like Amphibia, Steven Universe, or TOH, it would mean an episode that has no bearing on the plot, something you can skip with no consequences to your understanding of the main storyline. By that logic not all SoL episodes are filler, in fact, if they lead to persistent character development, they can be more important to the story than anything else in the show.

The difference between TOH and Amphibia is mostly the quality of character writing. I joked with my friends that if TOH had a full s3 I would gladly watch a Hooty lore episode. I hard agree with the sentiment that TOH SoL episodes would land. They would allow for better pacing, we would get a proper set up for hard hitting emotional moments, a whole episode of lead up to Hunter getting a haircut, loaded with symbolism and his identity crisis. There's a lot to dig into with those characters because they have enough dimension to them to allow every single one to carry an episode if so desired.

With Anne and the Plantars, there's a very limited amount of things you can reasonably do before it gets old. To prevent it, they would actually have to make character development stick. They would have to build upon the lessons learned from previous episodes, they would have to write characters that Think and Grow. There are moments that show some of that, a genuine flash of something really good. There aren't many of them in s3 though. Static characters can work, many sitcoms have a cast of completely static characters that never really substantially grow or change. At some point you need to bite the bullet though, either you have a plot that hinges on substantial character development of your main cast, or you have a silly goofy "put the guys in a situation" show.

I've heard that Disney in fact meddled with the writing of s3. They had to lighten the tone, which is ridiculous when stuff like The Core still happened with a literal electric chair scene. The tonal whiplash is so severe many people expressed feeling as if they were watching two completely different shows. It's a fatal flaw that left neither side of the fandom satisfied.

Some shows feel like you could watch 10 more seasons of the same thing. I would watch endless spinoffs of TOH. I would watch more Adventure Time and I will watch Fiona and Cake spinoff.

I've had quite enough of Amphibia.

[zingaplanet]

Heyy, did Rafa and Shakira ever date? I just came across their song, Gypsy and he looks quite comfortable. Also, did Fed ever react to the song?

No darling, our little Rafa, although he might be an adonis Tommy Hilfiger sex god on the outside, (if you need some photos for purely *ehem* scientific reference:)

<I mean Roger, by god, we get you 🥲🔥>

he is fortunately a hopelessly awkward island boy (erring on the cute side of course) who's extremely introverted. His very tight-knitted close circle only consists of people that he knows since his childhood in Mallorca and it's the same case with his love life. He has only ever been kmown to be associated with one person, that is his current wife, María Perello (who's an absolutely lovely goddess btw! ❤️) that he's been dating since 2005.

Mery is also Mallorquín and part of the circle he grew up with (they dated for 14 years since Rafa was 19 before getting married in 2019!!).

This sounds completely crazy but it's actually pretty common with high-profile athletes. Their fame, I can imagine, make it very difficult for them to be close to someone who's ENTIRELY not in it for your 'superstar persona' or who actually knows you before all of the craziness happens. That's why a lot of high profile athletes ended up with their childhood sweethearts (who's known them since forever).

This is even more so in tennis. I don't think people truly truly appreciate and understand how difficult it is to be a life partner of a professional tennis player. They move cities every 2 weeks around the world and that means not only sacrificing your whole life to be with them, but also your dream of a normal family life, not to mention your anonymity. The Federer kids def did not have a normal childhood lol. You must either be a completely selfless person, or you must love them very very much I think. The other 3 of the big 4 are exactly the same! They married their childhood sweethearts that they've known even before they were famous (Andy with Kim, Novak with Jelena, and Roger with Mirka).

So no, in conclusion, they never dated! (Pretty sure Shakira was already with Piqué at the time) Rafa was also very very awkward with girls lol he's surprisingly not very smooth at all (there are some hilarous videos of him on the internet). And no, Roger never made comments on the video, although he has teased him mercilessly in the past whenever Rafa's changing or performed some precarious tennis moves that require him to show a lot of his *ehem* physique (watch Hit for Haiti!).

Tbf this whole video and the Tommy Hilfiger ads seem completely out of Rafa's comfort zone! As I mentioned, although ppl like to compare him with Ronaldo, he is genuinely, the most clueless, awkward boy alive hahaha. (Also feel like Shakira basically saw her chance to scope out Spain's hottest golden boy and she took it, YOU GO QUEEN!!) But it's such a great thing to see him break away from his insecurities and trying new things!

Here's the video, again, for *ehem* scientific reference, because why the hell not:

[wags-confessions]

Definitely! There are always stories in the Portuguese media about how Georgina is disrespectful to her mother-in-law. BUT it's funny how they ignore how many times Dolores and her daughters were mean to Georgina. They liked posts comparing Georgina with Irina, liked comments that called Georgina a "cow", gold digger... It is very clear how they take advantage of the family bond to manipulate things.

Merche Romero was one of his ex gfs and she started dating him when he wasn’t that famous comparing to now and his mother at first liked her but then started hating her. Nereida Gallardo, Irina Shayk etc… all were hated by Dolores. The problem is not the gfs because of the continued pattern, for me it’s definitely the hell of the mother in law lmao I think she is afraid Ronaldo won’t need her anymore in his life and thinks that the girlfriends will replace her 🤷‍♀️ it’s like when your kid leaves the nest and you still can’t accept it, kinda of that feeling…

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