Can you write something about jealous Doue? it could be a continuation of the interviewer on where a teammate or opposition don’t know that you’re dating but they keep flirting with you and it gets to him 👀 love your fics!!
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désiré doué x f!interviewer!reader.
dating.
note: it can be a part 2 to that fic, but u can read them separatly. thanks for ur req <3
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: barcola keeps flirting with you, not knowing that you're dating désiré.
what you had not mastered was pretending nothing was happening when your secret boyfriend was glaring at his own teammate from across the mixed zone.
désiré and you had been together for months but with no soft launches, no suspicious likes, and no leaked pics. not even his teammates knew.
especially not bradley, which was unfortunate because he had decided he liked flirting with you.
the post-match area buzzed with movement. staff walked quickly through the corridors, players drifted in and out, microphones changed hands, and producers chased reactions before the news cycle moved on.
you checked your notes while waiting for your next guest.
“you look too serious.”
you looked up. barcola stood in front of you already smiling, tracksuit half-zipped, completely at ease.
“i’m working,” you said.
“crazy.”
“for an interviewer?”
“for someone this pretty.”
you gave him a practiced smile that meant behave.
“do you always flirt before interviews?”
“only when i think it’ll help me get easier questions.”
“it won’t.”
“worth trying.”
he leaned casually against the barrier beside you.
“so what are we talking about tonight? my pace? my talent?”
“none of those.”
“cold.” he laughed, clearly enjoying himself.
you were about to answer when the atmosphere behind him shifted. you didn’t need to turn to know why, désiré had arrived and you felt it before you saw him. when you finally looked, he was standing a few meters away in media gear, waiting for his own interview slot. his eyes flicked from barcola’s hand resting near yours on the barrier to your face then back to barcola.
bradley, oblivious, kept talking.
“you know,” he said, lowering his voice playfully, “if you ever want an interview outside the stadium–”
“bradley.”
“we could do it at a cafe.”
you almost laughed.
almost because over his shoulder, désiré has his eyes on you.
“you’re very committed,” you said dryly.
“improvement.”
“nonsense.”
your producer signaled that you were live in thirty seconds.
“go stand there.”
“bossy.”
“move.”
he obeyed, still smiling.
“we’re joined now by bradley barcola after tonight’s performance…”
the interview went smoothly, mostly because you were too trained to react when he kept sneaking jokes into serious answers.
twice he made you laugh, once he thanked you for “the warm welcome” and when the segment ended, he leaned in as the camera light switched off.
“still waiting on that coffee.”
before you could reply, another voice cut in.
“she’s busy.”
barcola turned, smiling. désiré stood there now, already mic’d up for his turn.
he blinked. “relax, i’m joking.”
“funny.”
you nearly choked because to everyone else, it sounded like ordinary teammate banter but to you, it sounded like a warning. bradley raised his hands, amused.
“okay, okay. all yours.”
he walked off laughing and you kept your eyes on your notes because looking at désiré would be a mistake.
“you’re next,” you said professionally.
“am i?”
“stand on the mark.”
he stepped into place too close.
“coffee?”
you kept your face neutral.
“don’t start.”
“he talks too much.”
“you’re jealous.”
“i’m observant.”
the cameraman counted down.
“we’re live.” you straightened.
instantly, he became perfect, not one trace of jealousy visible to anyone watching but every time you asked a question, his eyes stayed on yours a second too long and when the interview ended, he brushed past you as if nothing had happened.
