what happens in the locker room stays in the locker room (özil/ramos)
title: what happens in the locker room stays in the locker room
characters/pairing: Mesut Özil/Sergio Ramos
rating: pg
word count: 320
summary: written for openmoments who wanted this moment committed to eternity :P
My third Real Madrid celebratory fic and there's more to come. You can find them all in this post.
What happens in the locker-room stays in the locker-room - that used to be Mesut’s policy before coming to Madrid. He was forced to give that up at rapid speed thanks to half his team’s twitter/facebook/etc. addiction. At first he found it a bit unnerving to have his own personal paparazzi right there with him, but by now he’s used to it and isn’t bothered at all. He lets them take picture after picture of him smiling happily next to every single member of the team and doesn’t care much that he’s half-naked in all of them. What matters is this sense of belonging together, of having achieved something together, and all this is the best part of it.
There’s music and dancing and champagne going around and it’s all a weird mixture of forgetting the camera and at the same time posing for it. Hugs happen, and little touches that maybe shouldn’t end up on the internet but do and they can’t really be arsed to care.
Like Sergio randomly slapping Mesut’s arse.
Well, not so randomly, if he’s honest, but the world out there doesn’t need to know that. It’s not even that Sergio does it - happens often enough out on the pitch with everyone, a form of encouragement, simple expression of being one team - but rather the way he does it. Without teasing or that air of a somewhat childlike joke, but in a completely matter-of-fact way like it’s the easiest way to get Mesut’s attention. And Mesut takes it the same, looking up at Sergio without surprise or even just a smile that would turn it into a joke.
This kind of thing happens often enough between them and could mean a number of things from pass me the water bottle to you were great today. Right now Mesut decides to interpret it as a promise and it sends a small shiver of anticipation through his body.
characters/pairing: Mesut Özil/Sergio Ramos
rating: pg
word count: 320
summary: written for openmoments who wanted this moment committed to eternity :P
My third Real Madrid celebratory fic and there's more to come. You can find them all in this post.
What happens in the locker-room stays in the locker-room - that used to be Mesut’s policy before coming to Madrid. He was forced to give that up at rapid speed thanks to half his team’s twitter/facebook/etc. addiction. At first he found it a bit unnerving to have his own personal paparazzi right there with him, but by now he’s used to it and isn’t bothered at all. He lets them take picture after picture of him smiling happily next to every single member of the team and doesn’t care much that he’s half-naked in all of them. What matters is this sense of belonging together, of having achieved something together, and all this is the best part of it.
There’s music and dancing and champagne going around and it’s all a weird mixture of forgetting the camera and at the same time posing for it. Hugs happen, and little touches that maybe shouldn’t end up on the internet but do and they can’t really be arsed to care.
Like Sergio randomly slapping Mesut’s arse.
Well, not so randomly, if he’s honest, but the world out there doesn’t need to know that. It’s not even that Sergio does it - happens often enough out on the pitch with everyone, a form of encouragement, simple expression of being one team - but rather the way he does it. Without teasing or that air of a somewhat childlike joke, but in a completely matter-of-fact way like it’s the easiest way to get Mesut’s attention. And Mesut takes it the same, looking up at Sergio without surprise or even just a smile that would turn it into a joke.
This kind of thing happens often enough between them and could mean a number of things from pass me the water bottle to you were great today. Right now Mesut decides to interpret it as a promise and it sends a small shiver of anticipation through his body.