ilovekykyandcristiano7

[ilovekykyandcristiano7]

Nick from culpa mia x you ANGST

Another day, another fight.

Nick had promised me that he would never fight again, after I had to clean his wounds for him. I had nothing to worry about. As long as a loved one wasn’t getting hurt, I’d be alright. That’s just part of my trauma from my childhood, but let’s not think about that. Jenna dragged me through the crowd to get a good sight.

“Jenna, I don’t know how to feel about this..”

“Y/n baby you’ve got nothing to worry about. They’re only fighting each other!” She said, gently nudging me on the shoulder.

“You’re right.. wait where’s Nick?” I asked, when I heard the speakers say his name.

“And here comes the son of a billionaire.. NIIIIICK”

“Oh no, this can’t be happening.” I said to myself.

“He’ll be fine. It’s nick we’re talking about. He has been fighting since childhood to blow off steam. He’s quite skilled actually.” Jenna said, watching Nick and his opponent enter.

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We were more than half ways through the fight when I decided to leave. I couldn’t do it anymore. I hated seeing others in pain. I walked out to get some fresh air when a guy came up to me and started talking to me. I couldn’t quite catch what he said.

“Huh?” I said, raising my eyebrows.

“So you’ve got attitude too.. I mean with a body like that..” he said, using his hands to slide them down my sides and stopping right on my hips. “I’d just take off my clothes already. I’d love to see those tits baby.” He said as he breathed in my neck. I snatched his big hands from my hips after that nasty remark and tried to back off, only for him to come even closer and reposition them on my hips with firmer grip.

“Can you leave me alone, I don’t want to!” I yelped trying to get out of his grasp when a guy from behind completely lunged at him. He started beating him up to a pulp when he turned around and I met the eyes of Nick.

“What the fuck were you doing with him? He’s my biggest enemy. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you poor little bitch.” He snarled at me.

“I wasn’t doing anything with him. But he wanted to do things with m-”

“Sure, that’s why you let him touch you like a fucking hoe. You let him put his hands on you. You’re the first person I’ve ever gotten jealous over.-“ he said, grabbing my arms so we were inches apart. “-do you know how I feel??” He says, his grip getting tighter and tighter.

“Nick, I tried to make him let go of me, please it’s not my fault.” I said, my eyes watering. Why wasn’t he believing me? My words didn’t help in any way as his grip hardened even more.

“Nick, you’re hurting me..” I said looking down, when he finally let go aggressively.

“See, this is why I fight. To blow off steam because idiots like you have to make my life miserable.” He practically yelled. I flinched at his sudden yelling.

“I’m scared..” I mumbled. Tears were rolling down my cheeks. This whole situation was reminding me of my childhood.

“Of what?” He said, completely dumbfounded.

“Of you.” I said, before running to Jenna to get out of there. She welcomed me with a big and warm hug before we sat in the car and drove to my house. I explained the whole situation to her, when she said she had a friend who had installed cameras all over the place where the fight was held since there was a shooting last time and the police demanded cameras immediately. So there was a chance the whole situation would be caught on camera.

“If I show this footage to Nick, do you think he’ll forgive me?” I asked, hopelessly.

“I can see in the footage that the guy was all over you. Nick had no right to say the shit he said. I’m sorry, love, but it’s not you who needs to be forgiven. You’re the one who deserves an apology.” And it hit me when Jenna said those words. I made sure to not even acknowledge him again. Even though we lived in the same house.

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I was relaxing in my bed when my phone started calling.

“Hello?”

“Hello, love, it’s Jenna. I told Nick everything and showed him the footage three days ago and he’s been missing ever since. Has he been in your house?” She said, her voice shaking.

“What!” I almost yelled. I hadn’t been paying attention as to if he was there or not as I had been ignoring him.

“I haven’t seen him, no, this house is practically a mansion but I can tell he’s not in here. Is he okay?” I asked, worried.

“Jenna do you think it’s about the footage?”

“Well, he’s gone missing only once before. And that was to kill an enemy which he never did because they ended up bonding over video games.”

I chuckled at what Jenna was saying.

“So what do you think he’s up to?” I said, looking out of the window. There was only silence after that.

“Hello, Jenna? Are you there?”

“Y/n…” Jenna breathed into the microphone of her phone.

“Uh, yes? You’re scaring me.” I said hesitantly.

“I just checked the news from a couple of hours ago and it says that a guy in his thirties was found brutally tortured and ran over by a car multiple times. He is now in a coma at the hospital and he looks exactly like the guy who was touching you in the footage.”

I was in complete shock.

“Jenna this isn’t funny.” I said when someone knocked on the door.

“Come in” I said, hanging up.

“Y/n” a familiar voice said. His deep voice was enough to send shivers down my spine.

He sat down on the bed next to me but I moved to the side.

“Y/n please” he said, placing a hand on my thigh when I quickly removed it and faced him.

“Please, Nick, don’t do this to me again. Just tell me what you want to say and leave.”

He sighed.

“I’m really sorry I didn’t believe you. I’m really, really sorry for the names I called you. I’ve dealt with that guy now, you don’t have to worry about him touching you ever again.” He said sincerely, however I was trembling because of him. I’ve seen how angry he can get, how he fights people, and the news just added onto it.

“Y/n are you okay?” He said, grabbing my hands to calm me down. I was shaking like crazy when my eyes started to tear up.

“Nick, I don’t think we can ever be a thing.”

“Don’t say that, princesa”

“Even if our parents weren’t fucking married, I could never be with you.” I said, a big lump in my throat.

«princesa, I know I messed up, please, just forgive me” he begged.

“How can I spend a lifetime with someone I’m afraid of?” I asked, gently removing my hands from his. The tears were gushing out now, I wasn’t even trying to hide them. He looked shocked, and somewhat, disappointed in himself.

He reached up to dry my tears and I flinched at him. That sort of messed with his head because he put his hands to his side and never raised them after that.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m so fucking sorry. I sometimes wish I didn’t bring this much pain onto everyone that came in my life.” He said, before getting up to leave my bedroom.

When he left, I grabbed my pillow and shoved my head in it to muffle up my crying. I didn’t want anyone to hear. It was all so painful and I couldn’t take it. I loved him. I really did. His beautiful smile. His laugh. His personality. I’d never cry because of him. But now I was. Now I was even scared of him. I wish you’d understand, Nick.

I really do.

[ilovekykyandcristiano7]

You’re mine.-Sergio Ramos x reader chapter 1: bodyguard

I was getting ready for the party my friend Bruna practically forced me to attend. It was her boyfriend, Neymars party as he had won an individual award that clearly was so important he had to throw a party for it. In reality, we all know he could use a break from the pitch and him hosting this big party with tons of celebrities would be an escape from reality to many. Including me. My studies, as well as modelling had been stressful. More than 20 different catwalks every day, 5 times a week. The only two days of rest I got, I’d have to spend studying some more and having online classes for med school. Bruna made sure Neymars party fit my schedules, and I appreciate her for that, but I’m still a little anxious as there’s a big possibility of him being there.

My ex, Piqué.

Bruna told me not to worry too much as she practically exposed Neymar, saying he wasn’t too big of a fan of Piqué himself but had to invite him as the media would go feral if they didn’t see the former teammates together. Something I found really stupid.

In hopes of him not being there, I stood up from my fluffy chair once satisfied with my finally perfect makeup. I took one last look at myself in the mirror, seeing the red dress hugging my curves and slightly exposing my cleavage. When modelling, my dresses would be shorter, but this one stops half-ways down my thigh. Just the perfect length in my opinion.

I paired the dress with some beautiful matching heels and my jewellery was blinging. I looked amazing.

As I was walking out the door, I texted Bruna, asking her when she was gonna pick me up when I saw her car already waiting there.

“Y/n, you look drop dead gorgeous.” She said, her mouth wide.

“Says you?” I responded, walking and sitting in the passenger seat.

“How long have you been waiting here?” I asked, afraid she would say a long time.

“Only 40 minutes.”

“Oh my-”

“I’m just kidding, I just arrived here and I was gonna text you to come out.” She said, chuckling at my shocked face.

I rolled my eyes and before I knew it, we were there. Neymars party was at his house which thankfully wasn’t too far away.

As we were walking inside, we saw many party lights and the crowd was massive. Bruna was trying to find Neymar so I could do my greetings and once she did, talking to Neymar wasn’t hard at all. He was always so cheerful and out of the blue, sang Portuguese songs. Nothing different from the last time I saw him. After that, I went and caught up with the other girls, got to gossip a little and after an hour or two, did a couple shots. I get drowsy when I drink, even from just a few shots. As a model, I tend to stay away from alcohol, but i don’t attend parties every day so screw it. I had done about 3 shots, when I got drowsy and I knew if I took a mother one my memory tomorrow would be completely blank, but the fun I was having at the same time made me continue. I took my fourth shot, making me stumble to the ground, but I was quick to get up. Completely out of balance, I told my friends I was gonna go out for some fresh air, and it didn’t seem like they were paying attention either. They were drunk, in fact, more drunk than I was. I could think, but I just couldn’t walk properly. As I was walking to the garden, I bumped into somebody. It was a tall and muscular man. It kind of hurt to bump into him, that’s how ripped he was. I stumbled into his arms, the embarrassment kicking in when I quickly stood up straight.

“Sorry.” I said, finally looking up at him, my eyes halfway closed. It was the Spanish player… Ramos. I knew his last name, but not his first.

“Are you sure you should be walking around like that?” He said, his voice deep and his eyes piercing into my soul.

“What?” I said, confused.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself.” He said, holding me steady as people were passing by.

“Oh, I was just about to go for some fresh air.” I said, trying to keep my eyes open.

“Be careful.” Was the last thing he said, before leaving me. ‘Odd’ I thought to myself before finally making it to the garden and shutting the door behind me. I sat down on one of the cushioned chairs. It was surprisingly, really comfortable. I lent back and breathed in and out, trying to keep my composure. I didn’t want to be a drunk mess, but the alcohol was refreshing for some reason. A couple more minutes went by, until someone touched my shoulder.

“H-huh?” I muttered, opening my eyes to see Piqué standing beside me.

“¿Cómo estás, mi chica favorita? (How are you, my favourite girl?)” he said, leaning closer. I pushed him away.

“Piqué, no quiero hablar contigo. Tu eres un- (Piqué, I don’t want to talk to you. You’re a-)”

“Shhh” he said, putting his finger on my lips when I pushed it away and sat up straight.

I gasped at his sudden act. The disrespect. He had cheated on me, and now he was crawling back?

“Por favor, no me toques Piqué, cabrón. (Please, don’t touch me Piqué, you scumbag.)” I said, holding my hand up in protest.

“¿Escoria? Te mostraré lo que es un cabrón. (Scumbag? I’ll show you what a scumbag is.)” He said, trying to get on top of me.

“¿Qué estás haciendo? (what are you doing?)” I said, trying to shove him off, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Look at me in the eyes, you love me.” He said, holding my wrists to my sides.

“¡Haya paz! (Stop it!)” I said, wriggling my wrists to get away. He was trying to kiss me.

“Didn’t you hear what she said, cabrón?” A deep, familiar voice said, grabbing him from the collar and throwing him to the ground, getting on top of him to punch him repeatedly. I sat up straight, eyes widened and breathing fast. My heart was racing. Piqué had done this to me several times. Every time we had a fight, he’d pin me down and kiss me to make up for his bad behaviour, but this time it wasn’t romantic. This time it was forced, and we weren’t even together meaning I wasn’t his and he wasn’t mine. I snapped out of my thoughts to see a completely beaten up Piqué, his entire face bloody. I was frightened about Piqué almost taking advantage of me, but to see someone single-handedly beat the absolute crap out of him gave me some reassurance that he isn’t as strong as you think he is. The guy who beat him up was the same guy from earlier, the one I bumped into. Ramos.

He wiped his bloody fists on Piqués white shirt before coming closer to me.

“Did he do anything to you?” He asked me.

“Almost.” I gulped, before breathing out. “Thank you.”

“Are you crying?” He suddenly asked.

“H-huh?” I muttered confused, touching my face to feel that I had been letting multiple tears drop without even knowing.

“Oh, I’m sorry-” I said, before breaking into tears, causing him to sit on the cushioned chair and hug me. He rubbed my back, as I sobbed. I didn’t expect any of this to happen. If he wasn’t there, who knows what more Piqué would’ve done.

“One thing about Piqué, was that he always wanted to be the one to take my virginity.” I said in between sobs. I let go of Ramos, looking at him in the eyes, before looking down.

“I’m sorry that you had to do that, this is my fault, Ramos.” I said, shaking my head. He cupped my face in his hands, remaining eye contact.

“That cabrón deserved it and it is not your fault, I can assure you it isn’t.” He said, before wiping away my tears and taking my hand, making me stand up with him.

“And call me Sergio.” He said, smiling at me as we walked back into the party with no attention stirred at us whatsoever.

“Call me y/n.” I said, smiling back.

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I had taken some more shots and I was so drowsy to the point Sergio had to hold me up wherever I went. Sergio had been by my side for the rest of the party as my personal bodyguard, despite Piqué being unconscious with no power to do anything to me. I got so drunk to the point Sergio had to tell Neymar and Bruna we were going home because this amount of drunk never led to any good.

I hugged Neymar and Bruna goodbye, before leaving and sitting in the passenger seat of Sergios car.

“Mh” I quietly moaned, adjusting myself in the seat to be the most comfortable.

I could see Sergios smirk.

“What?” I said, turning my head to face him.

“Nothing. Where do you live by the way?” He asked, but I couldn’t remember anything. My head was spinning.

“I don’t know.” I said, scratching my neck.

“You don’t know?” He asked, looking at me concerned.

“I forgot my address.” I said, yawning and leaning my head towards the car window.

“Oh, I know! It’s 51..” I trailed off.

3rd pov:

“Oh, I know ! It’s 51..” y/n said before shutting her mouth and not making any sound besides her soft snoring. This made Sergio chuckle at her adorable expression. How innocent, he thought to himself, wondering how Piqué could do such a thing. I didn’t need to know the backstory to all of this, as his gut feeling just told him that y/n was innocent and hadn’t done anything to deserve this. Snapping out of his thoughts, he focused on the road and drove back to his house since it was pointless trying to find y/ns house. Once he had arrived, he didn’t want to wake y/n, so he walked over to the passenger seat and picked her up, holding her gently. He removed her heels and placed them on the floor once at home, and immediately walked in to the guest bedroom, gently laying her on the bed. To him, she was a sleeping beauty just in real life. He was standing there, admiring her beauty when he saw her begin to rub her eyes.

“Why is the sun so bright today?” She whined, clearly just as drunk.

“And these clothes, I want to be free from my bra!” She whisper-yelled, making Sergio cackle.

“Help me take it off! Help me take it off!” She repeated, making Sergio cackle even more.

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The next day:

I woke up in a completely different room. Everything was different from my ordinary room, making me think I was kidnapped. I quickly sat up straight, noticing I wasn’t wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Instead I was wearing an oversized T-shirt and a pair of oversized shorts. Why was everything oversized?

I could hardly remember anything from last night expect the fact that I attended a party, but everything that happened during and after the party was completely gone from my memory.

I do remember wearing a red dress, some nice heels, and a really tight bra. Wait, where’s my bra? Where’s my dress? I began to panic, my last hope was If I was still wearing my panties. Fearfully, I lifted the shorts to see, and they were still there.

I sighed in relief before immediately getting up and walking out of the room.

“Hello?” I called out.

“Finally, you’re awake, sleepyhead!” Someone else called out. Was it.. Sergio?

“Sergio is it you?” I asked.

“Yes, now come downstairs, breakfast is ready.” He yelled out. I walked downstairs, slightly uncomfortable. Did he see my tits? What am I gonna say? This is gonna be akward as hell.

I was greeted with the delicious smell of pancakes and morning coffee. Sitting down at the dining table was a must as the breakfast was looking scrumptious.

I dug in.

After we were done with the food, I cleared my throat before speaking.

“Okay, so..” I begun.

“What exactly happened yesterday?” I asked, looking away embarrassed.

“You don’t remember a single thing?” He said, making me worried.

“What do you mean? Did we fu-”

“I don’t think you should drink again, you get too drunk y/n.” He advised, making me look at him.

“So nothing happened between us?” I asked, pointing at my chest.

“No” he shook his head whilst chuckling.

“I’m not like Piqué, corazón.” He said, before standing up to go somewhere.

“I have football training now, do you want me to take you home?” He then said, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, please.”

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Once we had arrived at my house since I managed to remember the address, he gave me his phone for me to write my number in it.

“There, whenever you need me, feel free to call me. Alright?” He said, demanding.

“Alright.” I mumbled before getting out of the car.

“Thanks for the ride!” I yelled out to him.

“¡De nada!” He yelled back, watching me walk all the way into my home before driving off.

I sighed as I sat on my couch, so much had happened and I could barely remember any of it. When I drank alcohol and got drunk to the point I couldn’t remember anything from the previous day, it’d take me a couple hours in order to remember what had happened, so I was just patiently waiting. I decided to go and take a shower which I did and later changed into a white tank top with white Real Madrid shorts. I laid on my couch to watch some Netflix and after a couple hours somebody rang the doorbell. Curious as to who it was I opened the door to see Sergio.

“Oh, Sergio, what’s up?” I asked, smiling at him.

“You forgot your stuff.” He said, holding a bag out to me. I grabbed it and opened it to see my dress, bra and heels. Embarrassed, I held it shut and put it to the side.

“Thank you.” I said, trying to hide my smile.

“You like Madrid?” He suddenly asked.

“How’d you know?” I said, surprised.

He pointed to my Madrid shorts, making me let out a ‘ohhh’.

“My best friend liked them, he got me these.” I said, making his smile turn into a straight line.

“Oh, right! Your clothes..” I said, basically bolting to my room to get them. I folded them on my way back to the door, only for him to be gone.

“Sergio?” I called out, but no response. I then got a notification from my phone.

Sergio

I forgot, I had something important to do

ME: oh that’s alright!

I closed the door, and continued my day. I cooked some nice pasta. I love my job, modelling. But diets can get hefty, so I’m advised by my manager to get enough carbs and proteins to not faint on stage.

Once I was at the dining table, ready to eat some pasta, the doorbell rang.

Confused since Sergio had something to do and no one else would pay a visit, I walked over to the door and opened it.

“Oh, Sergio!” I said, my face lit up when I saw him and his smile.

“Why are you here again?” I asked, confused.

“You don’t want me here?” He said, holding a hand to his now, ‘aching’ heart. I chuckled at the gesture.

“No, no, come in.”

Once inside, I noticed the bag in his hand.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“I’m glad you asked, I noticed your shorts earlier and I wanted to get you some new ones.” He then said, opening the bag and revealing several Madrid tracksuits and a jersey with a pair of shorts that caught my eye.

It said Sergio Ramos on the back.

“That’s you!” I almost yelled.

“Yup, used to play there.” He said suddenly looking down.

“I’m sure you were great, can I see some of your highlights?” I asked, exited.

“I’m afraid they would be too violent for a princesa like you.” He said, giving me butterflies.

“Shut up, I’m gonna go and try it on now.” I said, grabbing the jersey and shorts and running to my room.

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3rd pov:

When y/n walked out that bedroom door, Sergio was mesmerised. He felt as if y/n was his wife and the mother of his kids, he felt as if y/n was his biggest supporter. Seeing his surname on her back, made him imagine his surname after her name on the wedding papers. The fact that she was wearing his favourite team too made everything ten times better to Sergio. He felt jealous when she mentioned her guy best friend gifting her those shorts, but seeing his own gift on her body made him feel another emotion in which he couldn’t quite understand. He felt as if this was love at first sight.

“It has pockets, it has pockets!” Y/n repeated before running to Sergio and giving him a hug.

“Gracias, estos son mejores que los que ya tengo.” (Thank you, these are better than the ones I already have.) She said, before letting go of him.

He felt such strong emotions when she hugged him, her touch never left his mind after that except when he smelled some delicious food.

“De nada, pero.. ¿eso es pasta que huelo?(you’re welcome, but.. is that pasta I smell?)” he said , sniffing aggressively.

“Ah, sí, ¿quieres?(ah, yes, do you want?)”

“SÍÍÍÍUU”

And they enjoyed their pasta, chatted some more, majority of the conversation being about Sergios stay at Madrid, and just had a great time.