#dada silva

> Noel Noa

Wouldn't be sad, per-se but he'd be quite hurt

like what don't you like about him? He's handsome, huge. cool. the best football player out there

He'd be lying if he didn't think about it

like he'd really think about what about him that makes you reject him

especially if he was rejected with a strong reaction

It takes quite a moment for him to move on, though he look like he's fine at first

> Chris Prince

GASP like loudly

"What, why, I am CHRIS PRINCE... THE CHRIS PRINCE"

Still cant get over on why would anyone could reject his handsome face

unlike Noa, he'd be over it the next couple of days

maybe avoiding you too for a couple of days until it went back to normal

> Marc Snuffy

"Oh, its okay..."

He actually accept it if he's being rejected

He accept it so nicely actually, you kinda feel bad

He genuinely understand.

Will be over it the next day or maybe a couple of days.

Maybe he'd tell this to Lorenzo or any of his friend but that's it actually

He understand that he's not everyone cup-of-tea. (YOU'RE MY CUP OF TEA SNUFFY, PLEASE MARRY ME UGH)

> Lavinho

Dramatic about it

Not very but kinda like "Ah, really? not even once chance, like one date at least?"

And if you still say no, he'd stop and politely accept that

He still nice with you though, maybe a little awkward on your end but he actually chill about it

He'd be over it in 3 days

Well, maybe it makes him a little insecure or self conscious but he'd be fine and get over it anyway

> Julian Loki

Visibly sad, but not trying to make it burden on you

He'll still smile sweetly on you though, but maybe a little bit awkward

Still wanna talk with you and all, not really mind with that rejection thing.

Maybe tell that to some of his friend, which makes his friend quite surprise, how could anyone reject him?

but he, maybe he's not your type, and he's alright with that

> Adam Blake

"Oh, sure you're not going to regret it darlin'?"

Still cocky despite being rejected.

Would still try to flirt you after, in case you change your mind.

Doesn't really mind since woman still loves him anyway

but a little bothered that you're the first few who reject him

would forget about it the next day, ngl.

> Leonardo Luna

Visibly hurt 2.0, and makes sure you know it

"Not one date?" He'd still asks

Would still flirt you after, in case you change your mind 2.0

One of those who'd be like "Meh, there's another who still likes me anyway"

Again, will forget about it the next couple of days

> Dada Silva

"Awh man..." He'd be sad, but well he'd understand

Would be VERY self-conscious for the next couple of days

a little insecure for the next couple of days

but he'd be fine after all that

Would still be friendly with you after, and makes sure he doesn't make it awkward

> Pablo Cavasoz

VISIBLY SAD 3.0

You actually feel bad, but he doesn't want you to feel bad about it

"It's okay, don't worry. We can still be friends though, right???" He says, with puppy eyes

Doesn't mind staying as just friends, your presence comfort him

"I'm glad you still wanna be my friend!"

BONUS!

> Ego Jinpachi

Actually not giving so much of fuck

Like, "Oh, alright... But you still... Alright with me?" typa shit

Well, he would be sad, but not really showing it

He's gettin older, ofc he'd be a little sad, but hey there's still plenty of fish in the sea.

Actually over it the next couple of days imo.

Of course you had told him that you would be there, but actually seeming you -- watching you celebrate his country's victory -- filled him with an entirely different kind of pride.

He pointed to you.

"You!"

You laughed, pointing back at him.

Chris shook his head dramatically, laughing as he walked towards the edge of the pitch. "You were watching, right?!"

You nodded enthusiastically.

"I saw everything!"

"Good."

He placed his hands on his hips, wearing that familiar, impossibly confident smile. "Because that was a performance with remembering."

You couldn't help but laugh.

"You're so full of yourself."

"I'm a professional footballer who just won a World Cup third-place match." He paused. "I'm allowed."

You congratulated him, telling him how proud you were of him. And for once, Chris' teasing expression softened. He looked at you for a moment before his smirk softened to a genuine smile.

"Thanks."

The word was quieter than everything else he'd said.

He could have celebrated with his teammates. He could have enjoyed the medal, the cameras, the crowd, and the victory. But having you there made the entire thing feel more personal.

Chris glanced back at the pitch.

"Although..." His grin returned. "You were screaming pretty loudly."

"I was supporting you!"

"I know." He laughed.

"And I like it."

Then he held out his hand towards you.

"Come on. You're celebrating with me."

Adam Blake barely had any time to process the final whistle.

England 6 -- France 4.

The stadium exploded.

His teammates were hugging one another, laughing, shouting, and celebrating their hard-earned third-place finish. Adam stood there meanwhile, breathing heavily.

He should have been focused entirely on the victory. But instead, his eyes searched the stands.

And he knew exactly where to look.

And he found them.

His beloved lover was standing among the English supporters, clapping and smiling at him.

Adam's shoulders immediately relaxed as a smile rose onto his lips. It wasn't the confident smile he'd worn during the match or for the cameras, it was something much softer. Something that was meant only for you.

He stayed near the pitch for a little while longer, finishing the post-match formalities before finally making his way towards you. When he finally reached the barrier separating the pitch from the stands, you leaned over excitedly.

"You did it!"

Adam laughed. "We did it."

You blinked. "We?"

"Yeah." He gestured toward the stadium. "You were here the whole time."

You smiled. "I wasn't exactly playing."

"Didn't matter."

Adam looked up at you.

"Knowing you were there helped."

That made you quiet. He wasn't usually the type to make a huge declaration about his feelings, but tonight he didn't feel like hiding it. The match had been exhausting -- France had scored four times while England had scored six. Every single minute had felt like it could turn into chaos.

And throughout all of that, he'd occasionally glanced towards the stands.

Every time he saw them, he remembered why he wanted to keep going.

You congratulated him again. "You looked amazing out there."

Adam chuckled. "I'm glad you thought so."

Then you asked him if he was happy, to which he looked around at the stadium; the medal, his teammates, the English supporters, then back at you.

"Yeah." He smiled. "Very."

His S/O reached out and Adam gently took their hand.

"Thank you for coming."

"For you? Always."

Adam's smile became warmer.

That answer was going to stay with him far longer than the final score.

Teddy Knight had been looking for his beloved before the match had even started.

He had scanned the stands during warm-ups. Nothing.

Then again during the national anthem. Still nothing.

Finally, right before kickoff, he spotted them. His entire face lit up.

There you were.

You were waving an English flag and cheering for him, hopping up and down cheerfully as the flag's red and white dyed fabrics moved against the wind and your body.

Teddy immediately waved back, to which one of his teammates noticed.

"Who are you waving at?"

"My lover."

"You're supposed to be warming up."

"I am warming up."

"You've been standing there waving for thirty seconds!"

Teddy shrugged and finally jogged away. But throughout the entire match, he kept looking towards you.

England scored? He looked at you.

France scored? He looked at you.

England scored again? He looked at you again.

By the time the final whistle had blown, England had defeated France 6 -- 4, securing the third place. Teddy immediately turned towards the stands, seeing you already cheering his name with wide-open, boisterous joy.

"Teddy!"

His face nearly broke into the biggest smile imaginable, though he successfully managed to keep his calm expression despite the post-match exhaustion. His lips rose subtly though as he ran toward you as soon as he could.

"You won!" You laughed.

"I know." He chuckled. "I was there during the whole thing."

"It was amazing! You were amazing!"

That made him stop.

For a half a second, Teddy simply stared at you. Then his grin widened, growing bigger and into a solid pure smile.

"You really think so?"

"Absolutely!"

Teddy looked down, suddenly embarrassed despite all his subtle excitement.

"Thanks..." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"I kept looking over at you."

"I noticed."

His face immediately went red as his eyes widened. "You did?"

"You weren't exactly subtle."

Teddy laughed. "Well..." He looked back toward the pitch. "It's easier playing when I know you're watching."

You smiled. "I'll always watch."

Teddy looked at you again.

And this time, there wasn't even a hint of embrassment.

"Then I'll always give you something worth watching."

The walk off the pitch felt longer than usual.

Lavinho had never liked losing, but this wasn't an ordinary loss.

Brazil had been eliminated from the World Cup after Norway stunned them 2 -- 1 in the Round of 16. The late brace by the Scandinavian country's striker had completely changed the match, and their comeback stoppage-time penalty hadn't been enough to save Brazil.

Lavinho stood near the tunnel, staring down at the ground.

His jaw was tight while his mind kept replaying the match.

What if? What if they had scored earlier? What if they had defended differently? What if-

Then he heard his name.

"Lavinho!"

He looked up. His lover was waiting nearby. And for a moment, his expression didn't change. Until his shoulders dropped.

He walked towards you. "Not exactly the World Cup ending I wanted."

You gave him a sympathetic smile. "No."

Lavinho sighed. "I really thought we had it."

You told him how you were proud of him anyway, causing him to look away. It had hit harder than he expected.

"Don't say that just because you feel bad for me."

"I don't."

He looked back at you, which you took as a sign to continue.

"I mean it."

Silence.

Then Lavinho smiled faintly.

"You know..." He gave a quiet laugh. "Everyone loves you when you're winning." He then looked back at the stadium. "When you lose, suddenly everyone has advice."

His eyes then turned back to you again. "But you just came here."

"Of course I did."

His expression softened as he stepped closer.

"You know I wanted to win."

"I know."

"For Brazil."

"I know."

He smiled. "And for you."

That made you smile.

Lavinho exhaled, finally allowing some of the tension to leave him. "Maybe losing doesn't feel quite as terrible when you're waiting for me afterwards."

His usual playful grin slowly returned.

"Still..." He glanced towards the stadium.

"I'm getting you a better result next time."

Dada Silva hated the final whistle.

The moment it sounded, he knew.

Brazil was out.

Norway had defeated them 2 -- 1, and despite the late penalty, Brazil could never recover from the two second-half goals of Norway.

Dada stood on the pitch for several seconds. His teammates were devastated, the Brazilian supporters were stunned. The World Cup was over.

He eventually made his way towards the tunnel.

Then he saw you.

His beloved was waiting for him. You had traveled all that way just to see him play.

Dada stopped. For a second, he almost didn't know what to say.

You smiled at him. "Hey."

Dada managed a tired smile. "Hey."

You asked if he was okay, causing him to laugh quietly as he looked at you. "Do I look okay?"

"Not really."

"Yeah."

He sighed. "I really wanted that one."

You nodded. "I know."

Dada looked back to the pitch behind him. "I keep thinking about what I could've done differently."

You gently reminded him that one match didn't erase everything he had accomplished to get there. Dada went quiet with your words, looking at you.

"You're not disappointed?"

"No."

"Not even a little?"

"I'm disappointed for you."

That answer made him smile.

"But not in you." You added.

Dada lowered his head, laughing softly again as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. His dreadlocks brushing against you as he held onto you.

"That's dangerous."

"What is?" You asked.

"You're going to make me emotional after I just lost a World Cup match."

You smiled, wrapping your arms around him in return. "Maybe you deserve to be emotional."

He shook his head. "Maybe."

Then he lifted his head to look at you, but kept his strong arms placed around you while his hands gripped onto the skin and plush flesh of your hips. "Thank you for being here."

"Where else would I be?"

Dada smiled. The disappointment he felt wasn't gone, and it wouldn't just magically disappear. Brazil had been eliminated, and that hurt.

But as he walked away from the stadium with his beloved beside him, the loss didn't feel quite so lonely anymore.

And for Dada, that was enough for tonight.

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