mmh ok maâam now i need a drabble of them watching a game and commenting on the players cause thatâd be funny and cute asf SKCNSH and then one of them getting too excited and the other getting a lil bit jealous đđ„ș
[(*elton johnâs voice* i know itâs not much but itâs the best i can do) i hope you like it]:
âOof, I canât believe he missed thatâ, Moyo said, putting both hands on his head, exasperated.
âDi MarĂa, man, the goal was right thereâ, Aaron yelled.
Robbe shouldâve seen this coming. On top of not having any kind of interest in the game playing on the tv, he had zero idea who the hell this Di MarĂa guy was and he really didnât care enough to find out. But the Broerrrs insisted he come to Jens house to watch the game with them, so that was what he was going to be putting up with for the foreseeable future until the final whistle. He was glad he managed to drag Sander along with him, though.
Some more minutes went by before the boys were yelling at the tv and whining about yet another missed goal.
âIâm so incredibly bored, you wouldnât believe it if I told you how muchâ, Sander whispered in Robbeâs ear just as the boys settled down on the couch again.
âOh, believe me when I tell you I know just how muchâ, Robbe looked at him knowingly, âbut at least we can look at a bunch of hot guys running around chasing a ball, right?â
Sander raised his eyebrows at him, amused, âOh, is that so?â
âWho do you think is hot, then?â Sander asked.
âNumber 14, blue team.â
âOh, okay, I see it. Is it the beard?â
Robbe nodded, agreeing. âWhat about you?â
âOoh, nice choice, he really is hot. Number 32, red.â
âAre you serious, Robbe? The Kimmich guy? Heâs just blonde.â
âOkay, but consider this: his thighs.â
Sander squinted his eyes, deep in thought. âOkay, fair enoughâ, he shrugged. â5, red. Heâs not playing, but heâs cute.â
âHeâs the curly haired brunette on the bench.â
Robbe shook his head. âHeâs so⊠ordinary.â
âHeâs cuteâ, Sander insisted.
Robbe rolled his eyes. âWhatever. The red teamâs goalkeeper. Oh god.â
Sander seemed amused. âWhatâs so oh god, about him, Mr. Robin?â
âHave you looked at him?â, Robbe said, incredulous. âFirst of all, heâs as tall as a fucking tree, second of all, have you seen his thighs? God. Also, he has a really nice face and kinda cute smile? Yeah, heâs hot. Not to mention heâs a really good player.â
âYou seem to have spent quite a long time thinking about that one, huh?â Sander said flatly.
âWell, you asked me what I thought about him.â
âWell, you didnât have to come up with a full list. Also what is it with you and thighs? Are my skinny thighs not good enough for you?â Sander asked with a frown.
âSander? What? No, of course not, why would you even ask that? You know I love you and your skinny thighs, no matter how skinny they areâ, Robbe smiled gently.
Sanderâs only answer was an unimpressed hum.
It downed on Robbe what the matter actually was. âOh my god. Youâre not jealous, are you?â, Robbe said, trying to contain his laughter.
âOf course not. Why would I be jealous of aâŠ.â
âOH MY GOD SHUT UP YOU TWOâ, Aaron and Moyo yelled at the same time. âWe canât hear the gameâ, Moyo added.
âYes, for the love of God just stop talking for 5 minutesâ, Jens chimed in. âAlthough I have to agree with Sander: Pavard is pretty cute.â
âRight? Thank youâ, Sander fist bumped Jens.
âWHAT?â, Robbe, Moyo and Aaron exclaimed at the same time.
âWhat? I have eyesâ, Jens shrugged.
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blue team: Paris Saint-Germain
red team: Bayern MĂŒnchen