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wavypotatochips · 2 years ago
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Could we get a jealous Sergio that ends with fluff please <3
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 | 𝐀 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲
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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Sergio Ramos x Female Reader
Word Count : 941
𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Of course I can! Usually when I get request that does not include a specific scene I create a 'short story' so I hope that's okay! Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!
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You were having a fun night out with your girlfriends and their boyfriends. You looked stunning in your outfit and were filled with self-confidence. You and your girlfriends hit the dance floor and danced to the music, laughing and having a fantastic time, while the guys were playing pool.
As you are dancing, you couldn't help but to notice a man staring at you from across the room . You initially tried to ignore him, but he persisted in his gaze, making you uneasy. You told your friends about it, and they tried to help you by standing in-between you and him to block his vision. Nonetheless, the man continued to approach your group closer and closer.
You withdraw yourself from the group so that you can go to the bar and order another drink. While making your way towards the bar, the man approaches you directly, trying to make small talk. "Hey there, gorgeous," he says, grinning at you. "What's your name?"
You felt a pang of discomfort in your stomach as you tried to be polite. "I'm sorry, I'm not interested," you say, smiling weakly.
But the man wasn't deterred. He kept trying to flirt with you, making you feel more and more uneasy. Just as you were about to say something more forceful, you felt a strong arm wrap around your waist.
"Is there a problem here?" came the deep, commanding voice of your boyfriend, Sergio Ramos.
The man looks up and sees the tall, muscular man standing beside you, his expression stern. He swallows nervously, shaking his head.
"N-no, no problem," he stammers, holding his hands up in surrender.
Sergio didn't move, keeping his arm around you possessively. "Good," his voice low and threatening. "Because I wouldn't want my lovely girl to have to pay my bail bond."
The man quickly makes his escape, and Sergio turns to you, his expression softening. "Are you okay?" he asks, his eyes full of concern.
You nodded, feeling grateful for his protection. "Thank you," you say, snuggling closer to him. "I don't know what I would do without you."
He smiles down at you, stroking your hair gently. "You don't have to worry about anything," he says. "I'll always be here to protect you."
You feel a warm sense of love and gratitude for him, knowing that he would always have your back. Together, you continued to enjoy the night, feeling safe and loved in each other's arms.
As you two began to walk back to your car, Sergio's arm still wrapped around you, you felt him tense up suddenly. "What's wrong?" you ask, turning to look at him.
He scowled, his eyes fixed on a man across the street who was staring at you. "That guy over there, he's been looking at you ever since we left. I don't like it."
You rolled your eyes, feeling a little amused. "Sergio, he's just a stranger. It doesn't mean anything."
But Sergio wasn't convinced. "I don't care," he said. "I don't want anyone else looking at you like that."
You felt a flutter in your stomach at his possessiveness. You knew that it wasn't healthy to be so jealous, but there was something undeniably attractive about his protective instincts. "Well, what do you want me to do about it?" you ask, teasingly.
Sergio smirks looking down at you, playfully stating "There's not much you can do, so I guess I will have to just trap you in the house from now on.” Even though he is being playful, you can't help but to believe that if he could- he definitely would.
"You are crazy, you know that?," you chuckle while shaking your head, a wave of affection coming over you.
He smiles and winks at you, "Crazy for you.”
You smile and hug him tightly, feeling his warmth enveloping you. "Oh hush you dork." 
While you two continued to walk towards your car, Sergio kept his arm around you, his eyes scanning the area for any potential threats. You couldn't help but feel a little amused at his overprotectiveness, but at the same time, it made you feel safe and loved.
Later that night once you two make it home, Sergio immediately started making dinner for the two of you, his focus entirely on you. You watch him move around the kitchen, his muscles flexing under his shirt, and feel a warm sense of contentment.
As you ate dinner together, Sergio kept stealing glances at you, a possessive glint in his eye. "You know," he says suddenly, "I don't think I tell you enough how beautiful you are."
You blush, feeling flattered. "You tell me all the time," you said, smiling at him.
He shakes his head. "No, I mean it," he says. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, inside and out."
You feel your heart swell with love for him, feeling grateful for his kind words. "Thank you," you say softly.
After dinner, you curled up on the couch together, watching a movie. Sergio held you close, his arms wrapped around you protectively, and you felt a sense of peace settle over you.
As the movie ended, Sergio turns to you, his eyes full of love. "I don't know what I would do without you," he says, his voice low and intense.
You smile at him, feeling grateful for his love. "I feel the same way," you say, snuggling closer to him.
He leans down and kisses you, his lips soft and tender. You feel a rush of emotion as you kiss him back, feeling his love envelop you.
As the night wore on, you and Sergio fell asleep in each other's arms, feeling safe and loved. And as you drifted off to sleep, you knew that no matter what happened, you had someone who would always be there to protect you and love you.
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peaky-shelby · 2 years ago
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NEW ROMANTICS | MBAPPÉ [6]
» summary: in which an arrogant and talented football player (the best of his time as some say) and a focused and harsh critic of a journalist are gonna have to find a way to co-exist.
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Taylor slipped away from him as soon as Marquinhos called his name. She took away with her the electricity, leaving him with just an unusual sense of emptiness. Marquinhos drew closer.
“What is the matter with you?” He yelled. Kylian was pacing back and forth on the hall, trying to control his emotions while his heart raced in the same rhythm as the havoc of his mind. Marquinhos had to slap his shoulder in order to get him focused because he looked like he had just downloaded 10 cups of caffeine all at ones “Kylian!”
“Je ne sais pas!” he snapped, smacking Marcos’ hands away from him in annoyance “Je ne sais pas! Mais cette femme me rend fou ! Elle ne fait que mentir, elle ment toujours, Marcos !”
“Tranquilles Kylian!” he ordered “I don’t know what your deal is with her but you have to get your shit together quick-“
“Why?” he shouted. “Who is she?” Marcos never answered him so Kylian made a step forward. “Did you know she played professionally? is that why she has you and Galtier wrapped around her finger-“
“Whatever is going on with you, you need to fix it before it’s too late! You hear me?”
“I wanna know the truth!”
“The truth is that she is a smart as hell woman that is trying to help all of us and I’m surprised she’s still here after all the shit you’ve put her through!” he poked him on the shoulder, pointing at him “Look at yourself!” he said the last sentence like he was disgusted “what happened to you? You came back from Qatar a different man- since when do you treat woman like that? Do you even recognize yourself in the mirror anymore because I don’t? What is it? Greed? Insecurities? Jealousy?” Kylian couldn’t look at him in the eye, his gaze kept moving around the room finally settling on a window where he could slightly see his own reflection on. “You’re turning into a madman!” He didn’t like what he saw in the mirror, he didn’t like this version of him at all. He was drunk on anger and desperation, he was high on self insecurity and he could see it in his eyes. “Swear to god, this is your last warning!” he said and left.
Kylian moved back a little, his hand was itching, his fist begging to come in contact with anything and it did. He punched the wall, drawing back quickly in pain. A few moments later Hakimi was by his side, holding him by the arm. He didn’t even know if he had been there the entire time but now he was pushing him back and dragging him from the nearest exit. He practically pushed him out in the balcony and Kylian felt the chilling cold on his skin, violently reminding him who and where he was. He gripped on the railing. And for a while neither of them said anything.
“I’m scared for you Ky!” said Hakimi. “I don’t understand what’s gotten into you. I’m trying but I can’t- it can’t be just her. What is it?”
“Can’t you see it?” he asked, yelling. He looked at his friend “I don’t know how she does it but she always does. It’s her eyes- she looks at you and you feel like the smallest person in the world. I look at her and all I see are my mistakes.” He pointed at his fingers while he spoke “The shot I didn’t take. The pass I didn’t give. The chance I didn’t see. Always down to the detail with her, isn’t it?” Hakimi’s eyes expressed a sort of pitifulness they give you when they know you are being unreasonable. He wanted to help his friend but even he was afraid to draw closer. Watching your friend falling apart right in front of you eyes, it was never easy. “And it’s driving me insane! The way she can play with my mind like that. The way she sees right through it and the closer I let her see, the more she is…” he tried to find the right word “poising me. Turning me into this-“ he stopped “That’s what’s worse! Cause Marcos is right! I don’t even recognize myself anymore!”
This was a cry for help. It’s amazing how much a person can get in your head when you let them. Hakimi went closer, placing his hand on his friend’s shoulder while Kylian looked at the street. He knew that’s all his friend needed for now; silence.
“And then…” his voice trailed off
“Then what?”
Kylian closed his eyes. He imagined her against the wall, her figure in contrast to his. Her skin in contact to his, he made a fist with his hand trying to replicate what it felt like holding her but all he held was emptiness and cold air. Was it poison or just the stinking feeling of alcohol cleaning his wounds? He couldn’t understand.
He turned around to go back to the ‘party’. He wanted to erase every thought, feeling, doubt of the last 20 minutes. Hakimi stepped in front of him to stop him.
“Where are you going?”
“I just need a drink.” He said and moved around him.
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PLAY MUSIC ♪
Colorful but dark lights filled the room, smell of smoke and alcohol. Kylian made his way to the bar, passing in between the dancing figures. The room was much more crowded now, everyone was either tipsy or already wasted. Footballers, models, journalists. A dangerous mix. All of them dancing together like they were choreographed.
And she was in the distance, next to her loyal friend Trish and Sergio Ramos. She saw him too their eyes meeting for a split second before she got closer to his teammate, on her tiptoes. He saw her whispering something in his ear, Ramos hand slipping on her lower back, bringing her closer to him just so he’d listen better. He wanted to interrupt, he wanted to get in between them. His eyes glaring at them while every fiber of his being called him to ran to them like she was the ball and she was about to be stolen. The music was like a void in his mind, the room felt like it was getting smaller, trapping him in his thoughts. He made a step forward, he was stopped just as quick. A hand reaching for his. He looked to his side. Hakimi.
“Don’t!” he warned.
A moment later she was exiting the venue with Ramos by her side, whispering something in her ear and Trish on Ramos’s other side. They were leaving together. Why did he care?
He went to the bar, asked for a shot of vodka before asking for the second, the third, before the room started spinning, before Verratti came up to him saying something about taylor and a journalist. He couldn’t follow. Before he danced on the dance floor with a woman he never met in his life. A woman he didn’t have to impress, a woman that was already in awe of him, a woman that reflected his greatness in her eyes and held him like he was gold. Touched him like he was priceless at the back of his car. Kissed him like he was a toy that she’d leave like he was just another number when she was done.
But he wasn’t satisfied by it, he thought he would be but he wasn’t. He was as lonely and as angry with himself as he was before, as he had been for almost a month. And as he laid on the backseats with the random woman on his side, Taylor’s lips still ghosted over his. The picture of seeing her and Ramos together still flickered in his mind. All the things he said to her, echoed in his head and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to throw up by the words he said to her or the alcohol. He thought of all that while He looked at himself on the review mirror, his eyes were so dark, so blank. So unfamiliar to him. What was he turning into?
TAYLOR’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
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Taylor had been silent for the whole ride, while Trish and Sergio flirted like high school kids at the front. She’d always find herself stroking the places that he touched with his skin or his breath. Her wrist, the skin under her eyes. The back of her thumb passed over her lips, the lips that he never kissed but he still somehow managed to make wonder what he’d taste like. She didn’t recognize this feeling, she didn’t like it, it was dangerous.
Trish entered first and went straight to the toilet because as she said she was gonna pee her pants if she didn’t go in.
When she got in the house she sat on her bed and then quickly fell backwards on the sheets, closing her eyes. Then opening them again because every time she closed them all she could see were his black heavy eyes. Trish came out mumbling about something that Taylor couldn’t pay attention in. A few seconds later Trish was sitting on the edge of the bed, slapping her thigh to get her back on earth. Taylor sat up, looking at her friend for some compassion.
“You gonna tell me what’s going on?”
She was trying to form sentence but no one coherent thought would come out of her lips. Where would she even start? “I need a drink.”
“We were just at a party!” Trish reminded her, narrowing her eyes “with free drinks.”
“I need like 10 shots of tequila in a bottle of wine this big” she showed it with her hands and got up. Searching in the cupboards for some alcohol. Trish watched confused, wondering why they even left the party if she was just gonna get wasted here.
“Is this allowed in your condition?”
Taylor laughed, then gasped ones she found the bottle she was looking for. She didn’t have glasses so she used the coffee cups on the counter.
“My condition?” she repeated, still laughing. “You know what’s not allowed in my condition? Kylian, he is the absolute worst for my condition.” She opened the wine aggressively. Poured the wine on the cups and drank hers before she even got the other one to Trish. “How-“ she swallowed “how can he be such fucking asshole? And then just-“ she stopped herself, refilling her cup.
Trish raised her eyebrow, almost smiling at her friend “and then what?” she asked. Trish took pride in her talent of picking on energies and tensions. She knew the moment she laid her eyes on them. Taylor drank the second cup in one breath. Trish had to get up and take the bottle from her, then she helped her find her was back on the bed, making her sit on the edge. Taylor looked blankly at her desk.
“then his eyes.” She finally said, dropping her entire body back on the sheets again. “they’re so dark all the time.”
Trish laid next to her, balancing her elbow on the mattress and her head on her hand. “sexy isn’t, it?”
“Shut up.” She said quickly making her laugh. Trish dropped on her back as well, both of them staring at the ceiling.
“I saw the way he looked at you. Just before you threw yourself at Serg.”
Taylor peaked at her, opening her one eye and raising her eyebrow “Serg?”
“Shush! Not the point. Tell me what happened between you two.”
Taylor shook her head slightly, closed her eyes “I’m not sure.” She bit on her lips, the same haunted memory returning in her head. Was he going to kiss her if Marcos didn’t show up? Did she want him to? “But I have a feeling… it’s gonna get worse before it gets better.”
TAYLOR’S APARTMENT – DAY
Taylor woke up by the morning light. Not the alarm. Which was the first thing that made her feel like something was wrong. She lifted her head from the covers, looking around to realize where she was and what day, month, year it was. She reached for her phone.
“FUCK!” She dropped it as soon as she saw the time. Jumped of the bed and looked around the messy room for her clothes, anything that she could wear. She didn’t even check herself in the mirror. She just let her hair down, hoping it wasn’t that bad and put on her sneakers. Trish woke up by the banging and running around, murmuring.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m late.”
“You’re always late its fine.”
“he’s gonna kill me.”
She grabbed her keys and she left.
TRAINING CAMPUS – DAY
“nice of you to show up Seven!” said Marquinhos.
Kylian’s walk was slow, everything in his body hurt. His eyes, his legs, his stomach. Training was the last thing he needed. He ignored Marco’s comment and took of his jacket leaving it on the benches and walked over to the field. He had changed on the car after leaving the girl he spent the night with at her house. He thank god he had a left over uniform there. He started doing his stretching, raising his leg up to his stomach. Verratti walked up to him, doing his stretches next to him.
“You’re not the only one late.”
“What?” Kylian’s mind was too much of a mess to follow or listen.
“Wilock hasn’t showed up yet.”
Kylian’s eyes lifted in worry. His first instinct was look around for Ramos. He caught him on the other side of the field laughing about something with Messi. Wasn’t he the one that drove her home last night? He started running to him, making it look like he was just jogging for training. He stood in between Messi and him, listening to the conversation while he stretched his arms.
Sergio nodded as acknowledgment “you look like shit.” He laughed. Always a bully.
“had a rough night, Amigo?” Leo joked.
Since when were they Amigos? He was tired of pretending everything was fine after the world cup. Sometimes he straight up just wanted to his him in the face- wait, why was he admitting that. He looked up at Sergio, ignoring Messi completely.
“What about you, did you have fun last night?”
Ramos narrowed his eyes. He was confused. He let out a short laugh, shrugging his shoulders “Had some fun, yes.”
Kylian nodded. Suddenly he had no idea what to ask or perhaps how to ask it. Then the whistle was heard in the distance. Marquinhos gathered the entire team in the middle of the field for the beginning of the simulation. This time, team captains were Marquinhos and Leo. Thank God Kylian was on Marcos’s team with Hakimi and Sergio was with Leo. He took a deep breath and put every single one of his thoughts on pause. Although as fate would have it he fought a lot with Sergio to get the ball from him. He’d always end up somehow next to him, drippling and fouling him even.
“Chill down Man!” said Sergio while he got up after what would be the second time that Kylian knocked him down. Kylian mumbled a short apology while he distanced himself from him and continued to play. Taylor still hadn’t showed up.
GALTIER’S OFFICE – DAY
Galtier was reading her notes. He had his glasses on, silence filling the room while he read. She sat across from him. She kept glancing at him, expecting a reaction, anything that would give away if he agreed with her or not. She already felt bad about being late, she didn’t want to get another strike on the same day. Eventually he took of his glances, leaving them on the desk as well as her documents. Taylor gave him a smile when he looked up at her.
“Group therapy? Is this some sort of prank.”
She didn’t answer.
“You want me to put 20 adults in a room for group therapy?”
“Not all of them. Just 3 for starters.”
“Which would be?”
She hesitated “Number 10, 7 and 30.”
Galtier laughed “you want Lionel Messi and Kylian Mbappe to have a couples therapy?” She didn’t answer. Smiling weakly, so she wouldn’t offend him. Was it really funny when your entire team was falling apart because of lack of chemistry? “good god you’re serious.”
“Yes, I’m afraid I am”
“Number 7 and 10 are getting better along.”
“Do they? I mean it doesn’t seem like I wanna kill Kylian every second of everyday but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to-“ she murmured under her breath. Galtier only caught half of what she said. Narrowing his eyes. “Point is!” she said raising her voice “their chemistry on the field it’s still messy and when the big 3 can’t get along your team is bound to fall apart. It’s like you have cliques in your team. Hakimi, Verratti and Mbappé. Messi and Neymar. They need to break out of their comfort zone.”
“And that’s all in your reports as well?”
“Yes sir. You’ll have them tomorrow.”
“Finally.” He mumbled “ok fine, bring me the individual reports and we’ll discuss it again tomorrow. Meanwhile you need to give Julie your personal information for the trip in Doha and Riyadh and be here early tomorrow so we can announce your role to the boys.”
“Hm?” she raised her eyes. She had forgotten about that last part.
“You can start coaching them accordingly.” He explained.
“right. Yes. Of course.”
“Listen to me closely Ms. Wilock. The match against Al Nssr is especially important. You understand why.”
“You have three of the best players in the world and you are scared Ronaldo will kick your ass anyway.” She said before she hadn’t even thought that it might have been inappropriate. She still had her habit of saying exactly what was on her mind with no regret.
“That’s not exactly how I would have worded it Ms. Wilock.” He paused, eyeing her closely “but as long as you get the point.”
She smiled “I do sir.”
OUTSIDE TRAINING AREA / TRAINING CAMPUS – DAY
Taylor watched them playing, trying to avoid Kylian on purpose. She’d look at Sergio or Leo, anything to keep her attention away from the guy that had haunted her last night. She smiled as Marquinhos ran to her when he saw her, holding a football on his one hand.
“You wanna join for the second half?” he asked. She didn’t expect that question, she frowned. “We are almost done. I mean you don’t have to pressure yourself but-“ he took a quick look at the boys and then back at her “my team is losing.”
She laughed, letting down all her bags. “Are you that desperate?”
“Come on” he laughed along with her, smiling. “Fabian just walked out. I’m missing a player.”
“Why do I feel like you have something else planned?”
He shrugged “It’s just 20 minutes. What could happen in 20 minutes?”
She thought about it, crossing her arms. Maybe a quick game was all she needed. “Just because you are my favorite one.”
She took of her jacket, dropping it on a set of chairs and lifted her sweatpants up to her knee. She pulled her hair in quick bun while she walked with him back on the field. She took a quick glance at Kylian, catching the tension in his eyes expecting him to say something but he didn’t. He backed away and stood behind Hakimi instead.
“Hey that’s not fair!” Neymar stepped forward “what’s this?”
“It’s a substitution. Fabian is out, she’s taking his place-“
“Hold on you didn’t say we could have her!” said Ramos, stepping forward as well with a smile on his face “I’d have taken her on our team.”
“Wanna fight for me Ramos?” she asked, smirking.
“Damn right I do!” he answered quickly.
“Merde” Kylian murmured behind his teeth, rolling his eyes. Hakimi saw that and pushed him slightly to move away from the crowd. Taylor took a quick look to see which players were wearing the blue flannels that gave away they were on Marcos’ team. She noticed Kylian was wearing one too. Her eyes stayed on him for a while as he and Hakimi were discussing something. He saw her, nodding to her direction and that gave her somewhat of a relief because it wasn’t a rude nod. It was like he was telling her ‘Let’s just focus on the game’ and she liked that. She wanted that too. So, the game started.
She was there mostly as a midfielder, running and stealing the ball from whoever she could. That earned her a few strikes from the opposite team when she would try to tackle them. But the vibe was different from the first time she played with them. Like she was actually part of the team. Marcos’ team was losing 1-2. And her presence didn’t make a lot of difference at first. She and Kylian would look at each other from time to time but there was zero communication between them.
During the last 5 minutes the ball landed on Kylian’s feet and he ran with it from their end of the field to the others. He was swiftly tackled by Ektike in the middle of the field, who stretched his leg out and kicked the ball away from him. The ball was supposed to go to Messi but Taylor jumped in between stealing the pass for herself. Ramos, as a defender ran towards her but she kicked the ball to the left side of the field to escape all the defenders until she realized how close to the net she was.
She calculated the angle, her mind spinning in insane speed, while she counted the possibilities this could down. She counted the defenders in front of her. There was one possibility that she could take the shot and it would land on the net but it was a risk. She looked up, Kylian was on the middle. She kicked the ball up at Kylian and he dropped on the ground, sliding and kicking it for it to go the net just in between the goalkeeper’s legs. He got up instantly, screaming in happiness for his accomplishment while the rest of his teammates ran to him.
Taylor stood watching them while they all got on top of each other. Laughing and messing around with Kylian. She smiled. She didn’t feel alone, if anything she felt proud while she watched them, these were gonna be her boys no matter what and she came in the sudden realization that it wasn’t a matter of if she’d let go of her blog. There was no chance in the world she could do both things, there was no way she could stand hurting any of them again. She felt a sudden warmth under her eye. It was a tear, rolling down her cheek like a confession. She wiped it away quickly, only then realizing Kylian was coming forward. With an enigmatic expression on his face, she wasn’t sure what she wanted but the closer he’d get the more the memories started coming back. The more she wanted to step away, expecting a wall to be behind her and him trapping her again. Instead he lifted his hand, waited for her to shake it. She hesitated, glancing between his hand and his eyes before finally holding it. The skin to skin contact, lingering a little longer. Suddenly she was back at the roof holding his hand, or in the bathrooms the first day when he grabbed her arm, or last night when he held her wrist. But all these memories and all the bitterness seemed to be replaced by the sweetness and honesty of this moment. Looking in each other’s eye, shaking each other’s hands. Perhaps for a little too long while she tried to decipher the look in his eyes until Verratti came and called him to get back on the game.
Their hands slipping away from each other.
She was swept off her feet by behind by someone. She twisted her head to see who it was, her expression softening when she saw Neymar. He let her down and she turned around, hugging him from his neck. “I’m sorry for that.” She mumbled in his chest.
“Hate it when you play for the other team.” He said, pulling back a little and she looked in his eyes. That’s not what she was apologizing for.
“never again.” She smiled and they both ran back on the field for the last few minutes of the match.
LOCKER ROOMS HALLWAY – LATER
Taylor was so sweaty, all she wanted to do was go back home and have the warmest most chilling shower she could. And she was so tired, her headache getting worse by the minute.
She made a turn to the room with the spare clothes. Puffing and blowing out air from her chest, while she rubbed her temple, feeling the sweat coming from her hair on her hand. When she entered the room she stopped on her tracks. Kylian. Naked from the waist up.
“Sorry-“ she said quickly, closing her eyes and turning on her heel to leave.
“No, no. I’m done.” He said, putting on his shirt and walking to the exit. Taylor turned around again, not knowing that he’d be behind her now and knocking on him with a jolt. She stepped back quickly, her hands barely brushing on his chest. She moved away just as fast, looking at the closets for a spare shirt. He observed her while she tried to choose a shirt that probably fit her. He knew she wasn’t going to talk to him, so he contemplated leaving. He even turned around, ready to leave her alone but it was eating him alive. So, he maneuvered back to her.
“Thanks for earlier. That was a good pass.”
“hm” she said coldly. Picking out a shirt. He hated this coldness from her, he liked it more when she talked back at him or yelled. This was unfamiliar.
“I really didn’t think you’d do it.”
She looked at him when she headed for the exit. He stood on entrance so she was basically forced to acknowledge him. “That’s the difference between you and me, Kylian. You wouldn’t take the shot. I don’t let my personal issues get in the way of my game. Ever.”
He nodded, twisting his mouth and pursing his lips together. He looked at the floor. “Still part of you must have hit it because you hoped it would get on my face.” He tried to lighten the mood but all he got was a sigh and a roll of her eyes. She went around him to leave, he lifted his hand to hold her arm but he stopped midway, pulling his hand back before he touched her. “I’m sorry for last night.” That seemed to stop her. She stood in the empty hallways, examining him. There she was again, making him feel like the smallest person in the world. He couldn’t stand it and the urge to fight her again was coming back but he tried to ignore it by looking away- he failed. “Why you gotta keep doing that?” he snapped, finally asking her straightforward. But she wasn’t sure what she was doing. So, she knitted her eyebrows. And he motioned at her with his hand “Your eyes. You have this look like you are judging everything all the time. It’s frustrating.” She snorted, shaking her head. “Even now im trying to apologize and you’re always just-“
“Just what Kylian?” she asked, topping his voice and walking back to him “what do you expect? An apology is enough after all the shit you’ve put me through ever since I got here?” She stood under him. Her eyes bored into him. Reminding him his flaws, his shortcomings.
“Don’t do that…” he warned in a whisper, looking down at her. How was she the smaller of the two but he always felt falling short around her. He diverted his gaze at the walls, shielding his lips, biting them even. The familiar anger, only she could bring out, was rising. Burning his insides, he was trying so hard not to snap at her again, not to touch her. He had to lay against the doorframe, hold his hands in fists and keep them against the wall just to make sure he wouldn’t grab her again.
“Is that why you were so angry last night?” she asked, searching for his eyes “you couldn’t pretend anymore that I’m just a silly journalist.” She laughed bitterly “it dawned on you that maybe everything I’ve said to you until now, is true. You hate it, don’t you?” she asked the last question in a whisper, bitter voice “You could hide from it while you thought I was a high school player.” His eyes found hers and he saw that they were more brutal than ever. Like she actually hated him. Almost like she was trying to provoke him, see how far she could get him before he returned to his old ways. Like she wanted him to beg for mercy. She stepped closer, tilting her head upward “Can’t hide anymore”
“Defiantly not a high school player.” He agreed but even that came out in a disrespectful way “because you know exactly what you are doing in the field and out of it.” He leaned down, she stepped back and he stepped forward “you know exactly what you are doing to me.” She snorted again, awkwardly, twisting her head away from him. Making another step backwards, only so he’d make another forward “who’s hiding now?”
“Still as delusional as last night.”
“tell that to yourself a couple of times you might believe it” She reached the other side of the door. Her back bumping on it while Kylian kept his eyes as piercing as always. Suddenly he felt himself getting taller. She licked her back teeth her tongue, clenching her jaw. He raised his hands to remind her that he wasn’t touching her, that she could leave if she wanted to. “But I think I have some power over you as well after all.”
“Wouldn’t that make you feel better about yourself?”
“Nothing about you makes me feel better about myself” he spat, drawing closer “that’s the problem.” He confessed “if anything all I see when I look at you is everything I hate about myself—” he leaned down, his face hovering over hers “and I can’t understand if you’re doing it on purpose but it’s eating me alive.” his hands remained in distance but he still managed to shield her by holding on the walls “my failures, the pressure, the anticipation—” he lowered his head even more and for a moment he allows himself to believe that he can have her, he looked at her lips “I always seem to do the wrong thing, say the unforgivable because you push me to my limit without even trying.” Their thighs were touching now, he liked the contact “and I’m always torn between hating you for it and…” his voice trailed off. His last confession falling short. “Parfois, tout ce que je veux, c’est te serrer dans mes bras et te montrer à quel point je peux être bon. Parce qu’aucune femme, dans ma vie, ne m’a jamais fait ressentir ça.”
She had her eyes on him the entire time. The language barrier wasn’t as tall anymore. She had no idea what his words were but somehow, she understood exactly what she wanted to say and her mouth getting drier, the closer that he’d get to her. Realizing that he had shield her again, noticing the darkness in his eyes again. She shook her head, slowly, keeping her face down, to make sure he had no access to her lips. His breathing would fall on her ear now, warming it, because he was that close. “It’s not happening Kylian.”
“Why not?” he said in her ear.
Oh how weak his voice on her ear made her. How many shivers it sent on her entire body. Oh, how she hated it and loved it all the same. She tightened her entire expression, keep her head high but turned at the right side. That way he couldn’t really see her eyes. Not that he cared because all he was looking at was her neck.
And she wanted to tell him: cause I’m your coach, cause I’m JW and I really am the worst liar in the world. Because I would be risking everything just by looking at you the way that you are looking at me. But she didn’t and he leaned even closer, so much so that she could sense his lips moving against her ear. So much so that she had to remind herself repeatedly why this tension should remain unresolved. But a twisted part of her still wanted to touch him, kiss him.
“I couldn’t stand seeing you with Ramos last night” he admitted. “Same way I can’t stand when you analyze my playing, reminding me every time that I’m not good enough.” His lips brushed on her ear; her hair stuck on his lips. She straightened her head, their eyes meeting. Kylian leaned closer, waiting for permission. Their lips so close he could taste it.
“No because…” she whispered. He looked in her eyes. This was it. She’d either say it now or he’d find out with everyone else in the morning. She could be honest, first time that would happen between them, but she could do it. Kylian frowned waiting for her to continue.
Voices laughing coming from a distance in combination with fast steps let them know that the whole team was coming downstairs. They pulled away from each other automatically.
Taylor left before they could see her, sneaking into one of the bathroom stalls and locking the door. She lowered her entire body, holding on her face. “Fuck” she whispered. This was only the beginning of the day and she was scared to face the rest. She wasn’t one to let in her impulsive thinking, she always planned everything ahead. She learned the hard way that things don’t work out the way you want to and you must always have a back up plan but she was out of back up plans.
INSIDE GYM / TRAINING CAMPUS – AFTERNOON
Kylian hid on the gym. He wanted to distract himself, he wanted to stop thinking about her despite the spell that she had casted on him. Verratti came in, calling for him.
“Just hanged up with Ann. She says she’s looking into it.”
Kylian looked at Verratti while running on the treadmill, giving him the same confusing look, he gave him in the morning.
“Who’s Ann?”
“Man were you even listening to me last night?”
“I wasn’t listening to anything last night.”
“she’s a journalist. Says she can find dirt on Wilock.”
“Wait- what?” Kylian pressed the button to stop the thread mill getting down so he wouldn’t fall “you got a journalist into this?”
“Yeah man. She already got some nice information. You told me to go ahead with it, did you forget?”
Kylian closed his eyes trying to remember, he rubbed his forehead. He was surprised by his own Insolence. “She keeps saying she has a theory but she isn’t sure yet--”
“Let it go man!” he said calmly
“What?”
“Just let it go.” He repeated and reached down for his water bottle. “she’ll be gone in a week.”
“I mean it’s a already done now!”
Kylian eyed him. Shaking his head “why would you bring someone else into this? you might get us in trouble.” He asked.
“she’s a friend-”
“She’s a journalist. She’ll sacrifice your friendship for a headline in seconds.”
“She won’t do anything. She says she can dig shit up about JW as well. Kylian, you agreed to do this! What has gotten into you now?”
“I didn’t know what I was agreeing to last night, alright?” he huffed, breathing out curse words in anger “just don’t get me mixed up in this shit-” he grabbed his gym bag and his water bottle. Leaving.
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The two kept looking at each other when they thought the other wasn’t looking. Taylor was stealing glances at him while also trying to write her speech for the next day. Drawing over all the sentences she’d start because nothing was good enough. She didn’t even know where to start. The truth about JW or being their coach. Everything seemed wrong like she had betrayed them in the worst way and yet she didn’t want to apologize. Why would she apologize for doing her job as a journalist? She closed her eyes. Ones again lining over what she had written.
Kylian was taking a look whenever he could. The things Verratti had told him in combination of their little moment in the halls were brewing in his mind. He wanted to warn her for some reason, maybe because he knew that if anything bad happened, she was gonna blame it on him. Or maybe because he cared. He could feel her staring sometimes, her eyes practically scanning him but whenever he’d look at her, she’d look away in an instant. He’d notice her expression of lust for a couple short seconds.
Before she left, she came to speak to Marquinhos. At the point he and a few other members of the team were sitting in a circle on the field taking a break. Kimpembe, who was on her team during the game, started clapping.
“Wanna go another round?” he asked, laughing.
She dropped her head, shaking it “wouldn’t last playing another game with you.”
“Ky should be grateful; you saved that one.” Ektike said, being the one that almost ruined Kylian’s shot in the first place. Kylian was sitting with knees close to his chest and his arms laid on his knee bones, playing with a piece of grass in between his fingers. He tried to pretend like he focused with that, not answering to his comment. Taylor looked at him from the corner of her eye, smiling weekly at Ektike’s comment.
“He thanked me enough, don’t worry” she noted “in his way.” Kylian lifted his head to see her. He bit his lips so he wouldn’t smile. He didn’t expect it but she had a teasing grin on her face. “Marcos, can I speak with you for a second?”
“Sure!”
Marcos got up, dusting off the grass from his uniform as he stood. They walked away together, whispering in the distance about something. She looked worried and he looked like he was motivating her, rubbing her shoulder. Kylian stood up, copying Marcos’ movements and dusting away the grass. He started walking over to them, deciding that he wanted to tell Taylor the truth but they were done with their conversation before he could get to them. Taylor went towards the exit while Marquinhos was walking to Kylian’s direction.
“Where’d you think you’re going?”
“I need to speak to her.”
“No, you don’t. You need to finish your training; you have an hour left.”
“It will only take 5 seconds.”
“It never takes only 5 seconds with you. Back on the field now!”
Kylian couldn’t argue. He had already one strike too many with Marquinhos. He backed away, the frustration returning in his mind.
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He was doing the exercise of Tiki-Taka with Hakimi, Ramos, Messi, Kimpembe and Neymar. Kylian was in the middle trying to get control of the ball while the others passed it around each other. He was getting tired and not enjoying it while the others seemed to take pleasure in his struggle. Especially Ramos, he was having a great laugh watching him suffer. He had been trying to for a while, his mind unable to focus when he almost had it but then he was pushed on the ground. Falling on his side. It was Ramos that pushed him. It was a gesture that otherwise he would have laughed away in good spirit. They always teased each other. But not today. He got up, getting in Ramos’ face-
“je vais te frapper au visage!” he said in a gruff voice. Ramos was still laughing, giving him a light push like he thought Kylian was messing around. The moment he touched his shoulder, Kylian slapped his hand off. That seemed to alarm Ramos, whose expression darkened and made a step closer to Kylian.
“What’s your deal man?”
“J'ai un problème avec ton visage!”
Ramos lowered his eyebrows “calm down kid—”
Hakimi launched himself forward and in between them to separate them. He pushed Kylian back while he pointed at Ramos like he was warning him “Call me kid one more time!” he yelled. Hakimi shushed him, pushing him on the other end of the field and holding both of his shoulders to keep him still. Marquinhos had seen what happened and was already at Ramos’ side, listening to their side of the story. Kylian knew he was done for, so he moved away and left practice.
When he went on the locker rooms, he found Verratti texting in his phone. Verratti’s eyes landed on him, a smirk on his lips.
“Did you know she played in Chelsea?”
Kylian didn’t sit around to hear more. He left, grabbing his bag and going to find her.
TAYLOR’S APARTMENT / BATHROOM – NIGHT
“Dad says she’s getting bigger.” Taylor yelled from inside the shower. The blue thin curtain separated her from Trish, who was doing her make up on the mirror above the sink.
“What did you expect? She’d stay 4, forever?”
“It’s still weird.” She mumbled “makes me feel older every year on her birthday.”
“That’s because you are actually getting older.” Said Trish while pouting her lips to put her lipstick on. Taylor pushed the curtain, opening it slightly for a second to throw water at her. Trish screamed and jumped, backing away “Goddamn you woman!” she yelled. “if you ruin my dress, I’m stealing yours.” She said and left the bathroom.
Trish started picking her last stuff to put on her bag. Taylor opened the curtain and covered herself with on of her white towels. And picked her hair up with another pink towel. She came out of the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe. She watched her friend getting ready, smiling.
“This reminds me of high school.”
Trish snorted, sitting on the bed and putting her shoes on. “some thing’s never change. No matter how hard I try to. You’re still letting me go to parties alone.”
“Ramos will be there. You’ll be fine.” She sang “You know I’d come if it wasn’t for work. Just be careful.”
“I will.” She sat up, making a spin around herself to show her friend her outfit. “How do I look?”
“Beautiful.”
Trish clapped and walked over to Taylor, placing her hand on her cheek. “You sure you’re gonna be, ok?”
“Gotta starts getting used to these lonely nights, no matter how much I miss you. Dad. Lily.” She smiled “I’ll be fine. But try not to have too much without me.”
“Can’t make any promises” Trish kissed her cheek and grabbed her jacket from the hanger behind the door. “don’t wait up for me. Love you.”
“Love you too” said taylor but she was already out of the door. A silent meow was heard coming from the floor. Taylor looked down only to find Luna pouring in front of her feet, head bumping her while pleading for food. “Gimmie a minute to change angel.” She said and walked back to the bathroom. She released her hair from the towel, her we strand falling on her shoulders, freezing her skin. She patted them with the towel, trying to dry them as much as she could before she used the drier.
Until there was a knock on the door.
She looked at the direction of the bedroom/living room.
She went to open the door. Her hand holding on the doorknob.
She turned it.
Opened it.
“Kylian?”
She didn’t have time to ask what he was doing here because he barged in. Talking about something she couldn’t understand. Like he was trying to warn her. She was trying to catch up with what he was saying but the shock of seeing him there in the first place in combination with the fact that she was naked under the towel made her freeze.
“…I just want you to know that if shit happens, I had nothing to do with it—”
“Kylian!” she tried but he kept going, mumbling something about Verratti and a journalist.
“He told half the team about it—” She looked around for her robe but she found it at her bed. And Kylian was standing in front of it, so that was not an option. He hadn’t even looked at her since he barged in. “She’s brutal taylor—”
“KYLLIAN!” She yelled, holding on the towel over her chest “What on earth are you talking about?” she questioned raising her voice. He finally turned his eyes on her, finally taking in her figure, finally realizing. His mouth fell shut, his mind going blank, he forgot why he was there in the first place. His eyes settled on her bare shoulders. They were slightly covered by her long hair. Not enough to keep him from wanting to touch them. She held on tighter on the towel, feeling his gaze deepening.
They locked eyes with each other, neither of them saying a thing.
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He should have left, just as quick as he came in. he didn’t.
She should have told him to leave. Yelled at him even. She didn’t.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she asked.
That reminded him. He was here to tell her about Verratti. But that could wait until the morning.
There was a sort of silence that was loud enough for both, like it was saying everything for them while they looked at each other. Speechless. That was a first.
“Oh Kylian” she sighed, but it was more of a beg. She wasn’t sure what she was begging for but she was begging for something. She closed her eyes, leaning her back against the wall, like she was giving in to something. She couldn’t see him but she could feel him getting closer. His shadow covering her whole. She refused to look at him because she knew she’d be met with those dark eyes. His dark haunting beautiful lies that could see right through her. Just like earlier in the morning, every memory she had with him flashed before her eyes, including their moment in the hallways. They had left something unfinished. Twice now they had done that.
‘Dangerous territory’ is what Hakimi had called it. That was an understatement, thought Kylian.
She bit on her tongue, leaning her head on the wall, looking down her eyes still closed. Why was he coming closer? More importantly Why wasn’t she stopping him?
He lifted his hand, his fingers grazing over her bare skin, begging to touch her. But he was holding himself back, as much as he was struggling. He made a fist with his hand trying to keep his fingers away from her skin. He looked away, moving his fist slightly against the air.
“Verratti knows about Chelsea. He knows about the incident and you condition. Maybe more…” He whispered. It was all he could explain for now, in the few words that he was left with. Because his mind was a tangled mess. She opened her eyes, realizing how close he was now. She looked up at him.
“That’s why you’re here?” she asked.
“Yeah.” he spoke, twisting his tongue “that’s why I came.”
But the reason he wanted to stay was different. She nodded. He was supposed to leave now. Open the door and go back down to his car. Yet he couldn’t move, it was like she had him tied there and he couldn’t do anything without her permission. He stared in her eyes, tightening his jaw.
“tell me to leave.”
Now that was a beg if there ever was one. She saw it in his posture, in his eyes. Heard it in his tone, his breath, his heartbeat.
“Please god tell me to leave.”
She thought her mouth and throat had gone completely dry; her lips were stuck together. She couldn’t speak.
He stepped forward. Realizing his fingers again towards her shoulders. She watched them, it was easier than looking in his eyes. She didn’t stop him when they got closer, she didn’t stop him when they bruised her skin while pushing her hair away. She took a deep breath in, giving in the tension. Dangerous indeed.
She never said it, so he never left.
He leaned in, lower and lower until their lips were so close to each other there was only one way to go and that was closer. They don’t know who initiated it. They both like to believe it was the other person because that was, they could blame them for the chaos that it would create.
Did it really matter who started it when she was the one pulling him closer by holding his shirt on her fists. Or he was the one gripping her lower back like that. Pleading for access in her mouth. Did the day after matter when she tasted him whole or her hands reached under his shirt, lifting it off him and throwing it on the other end of the room? Did it matter when his hands pulled her up on his arms and allowed her to wrap her legs around his waist, only so he’d drop her on the bed and hover over her a minute later? Did it matter when they looked in each other’s eyes like they knew they were about to taste the drug that would destroy them?
No, it didn’t.
Or if it did. It didn’t.
Cause when he kissed her neck, she gave in. and when he uncovered her body by untangling her towel, he went weak. Was it hate? Is that why hit bit on her skin, just to hear her whimpers? Was it something else? That made her rushing hands reach for his zipper and open it while he left kisses in between her breasts.
She cupped his face, forcing him to look in her eyes again before she became his for the night. In any way a person can be given to another.
GALTIER’S OFFICE – NEXT DAY
When she woke up, he wasn’t there. He was kind enough to leave a note, saying he’ll see her on training. She didn’t think much about it, maybe it was better this way. She got ready, same way she did every day. Mostly pretending like nothing had happened at all.
She packed the reports she had on her bag and she headed for the campus. First stop it was Galtier’s office. She didn’t let herself freak out, she waited to see him first.
She gave Galtier the folder with all the reports. He looked at all of them quickly at first, one by one. Marquinhos stood by her while she watched Galtier, her mind constantly running back to the night before.
“that’s all very nice” said Galtier, Taylor smiled. It was all she could do for now. Everything seemed to be going fine for the time being.
“But there is one missing.”
Her eyes widened; she went pale. She hoped to God she wouldn’t hear his name or his number.
“What about number seven?"
READ CHAPTER 6.1 HERE
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did it i leave out details from their night on purpose because we will see more on the next chapter? Yes i did. Did i also cut the scene so you won't know what happened to that goddamn report? Of course i did. Am i proud of myself for creating chaos. Yes i am 🤭 is Taylor about to create chaos in the next chapter too? ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY. Y'all wanted to see her take the lead, step on her villain era and istg that woman is about to burn the entire campus down, and I'll write it while sipping tea ✨ now i want a favor, if you are gonna send as many messages as you did for me to post this chapter, please be decent enough to comment on it, lmk if you still like it because my self-consciousness is driving me INSANE. I love y'all to the moon and back! Dedicating this chapter to my war friend .
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liverpool-enjoyer · 2 years ago
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footballers reacting to a younger teammate calling them dad
requested by sane max!!! ty for requesting <3 @calm-smol
leo: he doesnt say anything but he is a little confused. like yeah he has kids but he doesnt feel like hes a dad to his teammates. so next time he sees neymar he goes "do you see me as a father figure?" n ney chokes on his drink.
ney: it sends him into a crisis. like yes he does have a kid already but for ppl in their TWENTIES to be seeing him as their father??? he spirals, literally asking every one of his friends "do you think im getting old??" probly gets hammered that weekend to prove hes still Youthful.
milner: he always rolls his eyes when his teammates call him that cause he thinks theyre poking fun at his age. in his defense they kinda are but they also mean it affectionately!!
kdb: spends months adamantly disagreeing with anyone who says hes been treating erling like his kid, but when erling accidentally calls him dad one day he can deny it no longer. so he takes the L n accepts it.
luka: he thinks its sweet!! he'd ruffle the young players hair n if he continues to get called that he wouldnt rlly mind.
luis: now he sees himself as an older brother. so when he gets called dad he'd be like "would a dad do THIS" n then take the poor player in a chokehold n give em the noogie of a lifetime.
lewy: when gavi or pedri say dad to get his attention he jus goes "yes?" yeah this aint new its literally just wednesday. but the first time one of them call him that he gives them a big hug n is honored they consider him a father figure <3
sergio: he acts rlly irritated, but when hes talking to luka alone, he refers to the younger players as "our kids"
pep: "exCUSE ME???" yeah your ass is doing laps sorry bro.
klopp: girl have you seen this man??? dude has loving papa written all over him. n he loves his boys so much n treats em all like his own so he doesnt even bat an eye when they call him that anymore, he answers to it as much as he does to "boss"
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playingmyselfafiddle · 1 year ago
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For @samcaptruther!! A tweet with Ronaldo, Marcelo, & Sergio, as you requested (+one more because you're my first request). I hope you like them! 😊
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findingnemosworld · 1 year ago
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you know what bums me though, my dad ( a barca supporter ) was laughing at ramos like .... 😭😭😭
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ts1m1kas · 1 year ago
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Original Ask: the main concept is that the reader was hired as an intern in the media team for barca, she’s young, has a fiery tongue and can handle herself around players, and gavi ( who’s known to be a hot head cause he’s sergio ramos’s long lost son lol ) cannot help but melt everytime he sees her, pedri tries to nudge his best friend into talking but a funny incident happens that causes them to admit their feelings to each other. (@findingnemosworld)
Word Count: 904 words
(author's note: another request from @findingnemosworld whose ideas never fail to amaze me 🩷 apologies for the lack of fics, my inspiration seemed to disappear on me !!)
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Being hired for a media internship at Barcelona Football Club was the best thing to ever happen to Y/N. Every day was different, and she had developed close relationships with the players.
Y/N had a reputation around the Barça office for being brutally honest with a fiery tongue. She voiced every thought that came into her head and never lied to anyone.
She had been tasked with setting up the training equipment for the session on that day. She walked through the corridors of the training complex, heading towards the equipment cupboard.
Pablo's coach had also sent him to retrieve a clipboard from the same cupboard that, unbeknownst to him, Y/N had been sent to.
What Y/N didn't know was that Pablo had been admiring her from afar for a while. Every time he saw her, he flushed red with embarrassment. He thought she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.
Pedri and Ansu were walking through the same corridor. They saw Y/N collecting cones and balls to take out to the field for the team to use during their training session.
When Pedri saw him enter the same cupboard as her, he took his chance. He locked the door behind Pablo and ran back to Ansu, laughing.
Pedri was sick of hearing his best friend talk about Y/N. Every time the pair saw her, Pablo would try and drag him away in fear of making a fool of himself. In an effort to finally get the pair together, Pedri resorted to locking the pair in the cupboard. If that didn’t work, he didn’t know what would.
Hearing the door close behind him, Pablo spun around. His eyes widened when he saw the doors were shut.
"Hello? Who is it?"
Pablo recognised that voice. He'd know it anywhere. It froze him to the spot. He didn't want to believe what was happening to him at that moment.
"Pablo, is that you?" He heard Y/N ask. He finally saw her walk into view.
"Yeah, it's me. I think the door's locked itself, so we might be in here for a while." He replied, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.
"Oh no. The team won't get their training equipment on time then."
She frowned. The idea of losing her internship made her sick. All she wanted to do was get the equipment and watch her friends train. 
“It’s fine, I’m sure they’ll notice we’re gone soon.”
Y/N let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding in. 
“How come you’re in here anyway? I thought you just had to turn up to training?”
Pablo laughed and shook his head.
“Coach wanted a clipboard, and I knew they were in here.”
Silence descended over the pair. Pablo wracked his brain, trying to think of something else to say to Y/N. His fear of embarrassing himself was growing larger by the second. 
“You look pretty today. Not that you don’t look pretty every day, just you look really-”
Y/N cut off his bashful rambling, “Thank you, Pablo, that’s nice of you.”
Since starting her work with the football team, Y/N had always liked Pablo. As she got to know him more over the years, she noticed herself falling for the young player rapidly. His humour and kind nature drew her in, and before she knew it, she was hooked.
Being locked in the equipment cupboard wasn’t where she thought she would finally confess her feelings for the Spaniard. However, she wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip through her fingers.
“Pablo, I have something I’ve been meaning to tell you. Before I tell you, I hope we can remain friends afterwards.”
His face dropped. Assuming the worst, he nodded at Y/N’s words, urging her to continue.
“When I first started my internship here, I didn't intend to form such lovely connections with anyone. But since we first met, I’ve found myself liking you more and more; what I’m trying to say is that I like you. A lot.”
Pablo was dumbfounded. Through his shock and disbelief, his heart began to beat faster.
“Are you serious?” Pablo’s mind was running at 100 miles an hour. “I feel the same, I have since I first saw you walk in through the front doors.”
Y/N’s face broke out into a grin.
“I don’t think we can remain friends, though. Pablo commented. “I would like you to be my girlfriend, though?”
Nodding ferociously, Y/N’s smile got impossibly bigger.
The pair moved closer together and Pablo wrapped his arms around Y/N. Just as the pair were settling down, they heard the click of the door handle and then footsteps. Looking up at the sound, they saw Pedri poke his head around the corner.
“I knew it!” He exclaimed, “I’ve been waiting for this moment for ages. You two were made for each other. I’ll finally be rid of Pablo talking about his ‘crush’ on you”
The trio laughed and Y/N and Pablo got up, making their way out of the cupboard. 
The three of them headed to the training field, laughing at the unusual events of the morning.
Pablo knew Pedri had locked him and Y/N in the cupboard, but he didn’t feel anger or resentment. Instead, he felt grateful for his friend and appreciative of the road ahead of him.
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yourstory-teller · 2 years ago
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The ramos one could be something like how he is breaking ankles and injuring people on the field but around the girl he likes he is all soft and sweet, his teammates can't believe it is their same aggressive teammate
Hey bb, thank u sm for requesting!! I'd never written for him before, but it was fun, even though I don't know if I really like this lol
But I promise you I did my best. Hope you enjoy it ♡
Tame the beast
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Part of the players were moving in a frenzy. It was normal for this kind of thing to happen during a game, it was to be expected. There were just some people who crossed the line, or got really, really close to it. Some would say close enough to start something.
Ramos walked incessantly towards an opposing player, forehead pressed against his, while the other man kept stepping backwards, trying hard not to trip. "The fuck do you think you're talking to? Huh?" His voice changed considerably at times like this, so much so that even his own colleagues feared the things that he could do. After all, whatever happened to him could harm the entire equipe.
What happens is that, during a play, the Spaniard had made a tackle that directly hit the opposing player's ankle. After that, instead of helping him up, or apologizing, he scoffed, as the other laid down on the grass, complaining of pain. Obviously, the guy wasn't very pleased.
Some of both men's teammates moved to intervene and, after much painstaking, managed to pull them back. Sérgio mouthed an "Hijo de puta", before walking away. Well, it could be much worse, honestly.
Perhaps less than an hour later, everyone had already moved to the dressing rooms. The buzz was loud and between laughs, jokes and screams it was almost impossible to actually hear each other.
Neymar was the first to miss his friend. In the midst of what they insisted to call a conversation, he discreetly nudged mbappe and leaned in to speak close to the boy's ear. "Where's Ramos?" he asked, then saw Kylian move his head to look around the room, just like he'd done a few moments earlier. "He's been away for a bit, right?" "Right." And with a kind of unspoken agreement, they both got up and started walking towards the back of the room, close to the lockers. 
When they were already farther away from the shouting of their mates, a much more subtle and smooth voice could be heard. And when I say smooth, I mean smooth. It sounded eerily like someone speaking a few good octaves higher than what they would usually sound like, like when you're talking to a baby, or a dog.
It took them a while, but they gradually did recognize that voice. "Is this-" Kylian started, but the older man was quick to bring a hand over his mouth.
"I know, honey, I'm sorry, but he started it!" Sergio sounded like a kid being scolded and the two secret listeners did everything they could not to burst out laughing. What a time to be alive.
"I miss you too, baby. But I'll see you soon, right?" This time, the tone used was much lower, almost pleading. He most definetely sounded nothing like the number four they had just seen and heard out on the pitch. It was almost ridiculous to imagine that it was the same man.
"Okay, anjo, I'll call back later. Love you." Ney's eyes widened and he quickly grabbed his friend by the arm to avoid being caught snooping around.
That's when they noticed. Glorious moment.
To say that they laughed about it again and again and again, was an understatement. Neither of them spoke about that with the others, but they didn't need to, anyway. They would eventually find out themselves.
As said, Sergio got to see you not long after that. You had gotten a few weeks off and, of course, would spend as much of that time as possible in the company of your handsome boyfriend. You had arranged everything, every little detail together, and his anxiety was almost palpable, even over the phone.
So, like the hopeless romantic that you were, you decided to surprise him by arriving a few days early. It was cliché and could be very predictable, but you still hoped he wouldn't suspect a thing. He didn't. When you showed up that day, right after a match his team had emerged victorious from, he was as incredulous as you imagined he would be, perhaps a little bit more.
You calmly walked over to your boyfriend while the others were still busy cheering around. He was standing still, seemingly in disbelief of the fact that you were actually there, within reach, for the first time in a while, too fucking long, if you asked him. But when you were just a few steps away, looked like it finally hit him and Sergio was immediately grabbing you into the tightest, warmest embrace, that you missed so much.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and allowed yourself to get lost in the feeling of being at home.
When you pulled away, just enough to look into his eyes, he stared back with such apparent adoration, that it made you dizzy. Your foreheads now rested together, his lips brushing against your trembling ones. And as he whispered how much he loved you and that he had no idea how he managed to endure all this time away from you, you could feel his tears flowing down your own cheeks.
That's when everyone noticed.
After that, the other players teased him to death. Light hearted jokes, of course, even though sometimes they did carry a hint of envy. Whistles and kissing noises, but it just didn't bother Ramos. The only reaction he'd show was an eye roll and, occasionally, a slight blush that took over half of his face.
"So, Ramos, is she going tonight?" Marquinhos asked, eyebrows dancing suggestively. "We know she's going, he can't even breath without her" "He's whipped, doesn't even deny it"
It would be impossible for you to realize that there really was such a big difference between Sérgio Ramos on the field, and Sérgio Ramos when he was in your company. To other people, however, this discrepancy seemed more than obvious.
Of course, he wasn't really a violent person in everyday life, at all. He was a serious person and somewhat closed off, sometimes even frowning, but not violent. On the field, however, it was a completely different story. When he wore the team's shirt, his presence on the field was nothing short of threatening, in many ways. Sérgio was a great player, fast, skillful, but, above all, an aggressive player. And this was the man the team was used to.
Maybe that's why it was so shocking for them, seeing the two of you together.
Right after a tough workout, or another bitter defeat, which wasn't uncommon playing for PSG he would crawl into your open arms and completely melt, like putty against you.
"It's amazing" You'd hear a whisper, coming from, you just knew, probably Neymar. "She tames the beast." It took a lot of effort and a maturity that you definitely didn't have, for you not to chuckle.
It was funny, yes, but also flattering and, in a way, gratifying, to know that there was a side of him that was kept just for you, and no one else.
"Come on, babe, we're gonna have fun." Your grip around his waist was tight and you moved so that your chin was resting on his chest.
While spending the season with him, you learned that it was common for the players to gather after some more intense training sessions or a few matches, sometimes to celebrate, sometimes to lift their spirits and feel more invigorated to get back to the fight. These weren't really parties, but more like get-togethers, albeit relatively ostentatious and considerably eventful.
"We can have fun here!" You sighed, despite the smile that made its way to your lips. "I know, but we're gonna have plenty of time to stay here. Please, love." You insisted once more, giving him your best attempt of some puppy eyes, but he'd always been better than you in these type of things. He sighed and rested his head back against the pillows, closing his eyes.
You found yourself smirking as he looked back at you, an amused glint in his brown orbs, which now looked almost black. It all happened so fast and you honestly don't know how, but in a second Sergio was hovering over you, strong arms pinning yours against the mattress. It was easy to notice how there was still so much care and delicacy in how he held your wrists.
"Fine" He lowered his head until his lips were ghosting against the corner of your mouth. "But after that, it's gonna be just us. In this room. For a long time." You couldn't control the giggle that rumbled through your ribcage. "Si señor."
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depressopax · 1 year ago
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Masterlist - Multifandom
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applejuicefruit · 2 years ago
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you giving kylian the silent treatment because he forgot about your date please :))
Hii thank you for requesting this I hope you like it ❤️ also I changed it a bit I hope you don’t mind it 😭❤️
kylian mbappe x reader
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Silent treatment
Kylian didn’t forget a simple date, no, he forgot your first anniversary. You thought he was joking when he first told you that he wasn’t going to be home that night, hoping that maybe he was preparing a surprise for you but no, he really didn’t came home until the day after. He completely forgot and you were so mad that you had no idea of what to say. Instead of being home with you and celebrate your first anniversary he went partying with Neymar. You didn’t say anything because you hoped he would remember but he didn’t so you spent your first anniversary with a glass of wine sat on the couch watching Supernatural.
It was around 2 am when he came home, you were in bed waiting for him but you pretend to be asleep so you wouldn’t have to face him. After he changed he went straight into bed laying next to you, he saw you were sleeping so he didn’t bother to wake you up, he just kissed your cheek and whispered a soft good night before falling asleep.
The morning after you wake up first, you wanted to avoid him but you knew that eventually you would have to talk about it but you didn’t want a simple apology, you wanted him to understand that he hurt you and that he was a dick.
“Bonjour” he said when he saw you in the kitchen cooking some breakfast. You didn’t reply.
“Baby?” he called you and you still didn’t reply.
He wrapped his hands around your body and kissed your neck but you moved away.
“Honey are you okay?” still you weren’t talking to him.
It kinda hurt you not being able to touch him and kiss him but you wanted him to learn the lesson.
“Mon amour are you mad?” he asked you but still no words left your mouth “okay you’re mad, did I do something wrong?” he asked this time hoping for a reply.
You wouldn’t give in.
“Babe, can you talk to me please?” he begged you getting slightly worried, mostly because you always talked about your problem so it was the first time you did the silent treatment and he was sure he did something wrong to piss you off, he just had no idea of what he did.
“Seriously? The silent treatment?” he asked but nothing “fine be like that, I have practice anyway, I’ll see you later” he said and with that he left home.
Kylian arrived at training in a really bad mode. Everyone around him noticed it too and but remained silent because they didn’t want him to snap or cause a scene. Until Hakimi couldn’t take more and, once they were all in the changing room asked Kylian what was wrong with him that day.
“Nothing” Kylian answered
“Still hangover from yesterday?” Neymar asked and Kylian frowned a bit
“I didn’t even drink Ney”
“Oh I know, I’m just teasing you” Ney said smiling but Kylian wasn’t having it
“Did something happened at home?” Achraf asked this time
“Y/n is giving me the silent treatment and I have no idea why, she wouldn’t talk with me, she didn’t even talk to me this morning, she’s been ignoring me all morning, I texted her before and she left me on read…” Kylian explained to the team and they all looked at each other trying to figure out what happened
“Did you do something to make her mad?” this time Neymar questioned
“No, I swear, she was fine yesterday and this morning she was so mad she wouldn’t even look me in the eyes”
“Well you must had done something for sure…” Hakimi said “did you forget her birthday?”
“No her birthday is in August…I didn’t forget her birth-fuck….fuck fuck…” Kylian said panicking a bit
“What?” everyone one asked in sync
“It was our first year anniversary and I completely forgot…fuck”
“I would be mad too if you forgot our first anniversary Kylian” Neymar joked but receiving a warning look from Ramos
“Go home, buy her some flowers, tell her that you are sorry, have some make up sex and take her out on a date tomorrow” Sergio explained “it always work with my wife!”
But Kylian knew it wasn’t that easy with you. You always hated make up sex because it would never solve any problems you might have, you preferred talking with him even if it took hours. The flowers were an absolutely a no, maybe when you first started dating Kylian would bring you flowers but you gently told him to stop because you didn’t need flowers or anything else, you already knew Kylian loved you. The only option left was going home, apologize and hoping you would forgive him.
He left the changing room and went straight into his car speeding home.
You were sat on the couch watching your favorite show when you heard the door opening.
“Babe?” it was Kylian and you were about to reply but you remembered that you were mad at him “babe…I know you’re mad and I know why you are mad…” he took a deep breath before continuing “I’m sorry honey, I didn’t mean to forget about our anniversary, you have to believe me…” he said sitting on the couch next to you
“Is that all?” you asked him in a low voice, you were really mad
“No…I know I’ve disappointed you, but please, you gotta believe me it wasn’t in my intention, I’m so fucking sorry…” he said looking in your eyes but finding nothing if not sadness
“I’ve been waiting here all night…waiting for you to come back home with wine and roses and I don’t know! I don’t even like roses but I just hoped you would have done something…” you said back trying to fight your tears
“I know baby I know, I’m so sorry for hurting you” he said, a few tears falling from his eyes
“I thought that maybe you didn’t love anymore…” you confessed
“What? No baby…” he hugged you “I love you okay? I love you more than anything…I’m just a dick and I completely forgot, I know I don’t have any excuses but please believe me when I say that I’m sorry…”
“I believe you…” you hugged him back and smiled “but it will take some time, you still owe me a dinner and a bottle of wine…” you said joking and he laughed, kissing your forehead
“I love you baby” he said looking straight into your eyes
“I love you more” you said back.
You’ve spent the night watching Supernatural episodes laid on the couch, hugged to each others.
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lewisvinga · 2 years ago
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mi capitán | sergio ramos x fem! reader
requested; yes!
request: Hi! I saw requests were open so I was wondering if u could write for sergio ramos (there's barely anything for him on here) maybe some fluff or reader comforting him after he finds out he won't be on the spain national team anymore (maybe an age gap if ur comfy I'm not sure it wasn't in ur rules) thx!
note; the spanish nt did ramos so dirty😒 THIS ID ALSO SOOO LATE IMSORRY 😩🙏🙏🙏
masterlist !
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You were with Sergio the moment he got the call. At first, he wasn’t expecting any bad news. You assumed it was going to be something good until you saw his expression. He was nodding along to whoever was talking to him. His facial expression changes into a mix of sadness and anger.
You were confused. You didn’t know what was happening. What was he being told? Why was he so upset? Did something go wrong?
Your thoughts were interrupted by Sergio letting out a sigh as he hung up the phone. You turn to him and ask, “What happened?”
“I’m out.” He whispers, hiding his face with his hands.
“Out of what?” You quietly ask. He stayed silent. You rested your hand on his shoulder as you gently remove his hands from his face. “Sergio, out of what?”
“The national team.” Sergio says it so softly you almost didn’t hear him. You could see his eyes well up with tears before you wrap your arms tightly around him.
He found some sort of comfort by being in your arms. He held onto you as he hid his face in the crook of your neck. “I should’ve expected it when I wasn’t called for the world cup. I should’ve seen it. But I don’t understand. I’ve done so much for this team, for my country.” He says in a shaky voice.
You run your fingers through his hair in attempt to comfort him. “You’ve done so much for Spain, mi amor. You even won their first world cup. They’re lucky enough that you were born in Spain. They’re lucky you were their capitán for so long. You’re the most amazing defender that I’ve seen and the most amazing player for España.” You softly tell him, your hand caressing his tear stained cheek.
The Spanish player places a soft kiss on your neck, his grip on your waist becoming tighter. “I’m so lucky to have you by my side, corazón. You always know how to make me feel better.”
“I’m even luckier to have you, amor. You’ll always be my number one. Mi capitán.”
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nanaloveswo-men · 2 years ago
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Can u write one for ramos where he comes home after a long day and his wife just comforts him and they just like stay in bed cuddling JSHCJFHUWCISJJDH IDEK WHAT IM ASKING THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IVE ASKED FOR A REQUEST 😭😭
handsome man - sergio ramos
pairing: husband sergio ramos x fem!wife!reader
summary: after a long day at work, sergio was finally at home, only wanting his sweet wife company.
warnings: fluffy and a little suggestive, nothing explicit
author notes: I WAS WAITING FOR THIS. THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST. I LOVE RAMOS
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“i only like to be sweet with you”
Paris was rainy, the sky almost as gray as the color itself. You didn’t have any work, because for some miracle, your boss had given you a couple of days off, so of course you were enjoying your little vacation, in the best way best possible. 
You were peacefully laying in bed, watching the new season of your favorite netflix series, almost sleeping in the pillow-nest you had made. Now, the tv noises were nothing more than a background sound for your sleepy mind. 
The hours passed flying, and you didn’t even notice when your husband had finally arrived at home, his car brutally parking in your house’s carage.
Sergio was mad, unfortunely, his day was horrible, from the beggining of the day, when he had woken up without you by his side, to the rest of it, when everyone on the psg team were seeing to be trying to get the fuck out of him. 
He was stressed. The only thing Ramos needed now, was to have you, his wife, in his arms.
He entered the house, and the first thing he noticed, was the silence. Usually, when he came to home, you were always waiting for him with a sweet smile.”That’s weird” he said to himself looking around.
When he didn’t find you anywhere, Sergio went to you guys bedroom, hoping that he could see you there. Ramos opened the door, and a smile quickly grew into his face when he saw your sleep figure laying in bed. The tv was turned on, your series still going through, and Sergio was quick to pause it, so you wouldn’t miss any part.
Ramos decided to take a shower before going to bed, because he didn’t want to be next to you when he was covered in sweat. Before entering the bathroom, he came closer to you, letting a kiss on the side of your mouth.
You woke up with the sound of the shower on, your sleepy mind  taking some time before realsing that Sergio was already at home. You streched your arms and back before getting out of bed, heading straigh to the bathroom.
“Honey?” you called for him knocking on the door. 
Not even a minute after, the door was open, and a half naked Sergio was showed to you. He was still a little wet, and you presumed that he had only put his boxer on before opening the door.
“Hey babe, what is in your mind?” Ramos asked when he noticed your silence “Nothing, only thinking about you” you answered hugging him, not even caring about his wet body.
“Missed you the whole day, love” he mumbled next to the top of your head. “Sorry, I didn’t heard when you arrived” you excused yourself “But you should have woken me up”.
You looked right into his eyes, but Sergio was already staring at you.
“Nah, you were so pretty sleeping, I couldn’t do that to your cute ass” he said smiling. “But i wanted to shower with you” you puckered your lips “Sorry babe, I didn’t know about your horn intentions” he kissed your mouth.
You tried to get out of his embrance, to defend yourself from his accusation, but Sergio didn’t let you go, so you started to laugh.
“I didn’t have any intention! Let me be free!” he was holding you tightly. “No, I had an awful day, and now I really need my wife to comfort me”.
“I don’t think that I want to comfort you” you teased him “Oh no, I really think you want to” he said with a smirk.
You two shared a sweet kiss, your husband’s hands carissing your cheeks with love.
“Being with a bunch of men the whole day made me miss you more than ever” he said when you stopped the kiss “Everyday you say this” you smirked “Because everyday i only miss you more and more” he pecked your whole face.
The room was filled with both of your laughs, you two walking in the bed direction, still in a tight hug.
“You’re such a pain in the ass Sergio” you said when he was finally laying on top of you. 
Ramos took adventage of the position you two were in, putting his head on your chest and passing his arms around your body. You couldn’t do many things with Sergio’s body on top of yours, so you were happy to just run your fingers through his hair.
“Bad day?” you whispered. “Yeah, also a long one” he said back.
Both of you stayed in silence for a moment, just cuddling and enjoying the presence of each other. You were looking at your husband’s face, admiring how handsome he was. 
Sometimes, you would caught yourself thinking about how luck you were for having such an incredible husband like Sergio, but what you didn’t know, was that very often, Ramos would think the same, how someone like him, could have such a perfect wife. In the end, both of you were simple in love.
“You are so handsome my love” you said with your eyes shining “That’s funny, because I was thinking the same of you” he looked right at you.
You couldn’t help but smile, in all those years you were with Ramos, he had always treated you with nothing but love and kindness.
“I wonder what people would think if they saw you like says” you hummed “Like what?” he asked resting his face in the corner of your neck.
“Like a baby” Sergio pinched the side of your waist “Wait! Let me explain!” you giggled with his actions. “I’m listening, but you should be careful with your words, love” he teased.
“Well, everyone is used to see you like a beast on the shields, but they don’t know that you are actually a sweet boy” you tried to explain without smiling. “Oh shut up, i have to scare my enimies” he tried to defend himself “And i like to be know as a beast” he said proud.
“I only like to be sweet with you” 
“C’mon babe, you are so cute!” you said almost dying from happiness. You got his head with you hands, pecking his whole face with a bunch of kisses. “I love you so much!” 
“I love you too honey” he answer smiling at you.
You went back to the same position you were, with Sergio on top of you, his head on your chest, and now, your hands were carissing not only his hair, but his also his face and neck. 
After a long and stressful day, Ramos was finally in a good mode, nothing could be better than his wife company.
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wavypotatochips · 2 years ago
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can you write some ramos headcanons pls? <3
𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞:') 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 !
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Despite his tough-guy exterior on the field, Sergio is actually a huge romantic at heart. He loves to surprise you with flowers, plan surprise dates, and write you love letters.
He's incredibly protective of you and your relationship. If anyone were to ever disrespect or harm you, he would be the first to step in and defend you.
Sergio is a great listener and always takes the time to hear you out when you need to vent or talk through something. He's a great support system and always makes you feel heard and understood.
Because of his busy schedule as a professional athlete, you often have to plan your schedules around each other. But when you do get time together, he always makes it count.
He's very family-oriented and loves to spend time with your family as well as his own. He's very close with his siblings and loves to dote on his niece and nephews.
Sergio is a bit of a neat freak and likes everything to be clean and organized. But he's also very open to compromise and finding a system that works for both of you.
He's a great cook and loves to make you breakfast in bed on lazy weekends. He's also very adventurous when it comes to trying new foods and loves to take you out to new restaurants.
He's very confident in his own abilities, but also very humble and always willing to learn and improve. He's very supportive of your own goals and dreams and always encourages you to chase after them.
Despite his tough exterior, he's also very emotional and not afraid to show vulnerability. He's not afraid to cry in front of you and always allows himself to be open and honest with his feelings.
Above all, he loves you deeply and would do anything to make you happy. He's always thinking of you and different ways to spoil you.
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blvzily · 1 year ago
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New Year’s Baby | Sergio Ramos
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Paring: Sergio Ramos x female reader
Warnings: none, just extremely fluffy
Summary: Celebrating New Year with a new member of the family
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The two of you recently had your fifth and last child the day after Christmas. The both of you didn’t expect the baby to come the day after, but once you told Sergio you felt contractions late on Christmas, he immediately rushed you to the hospital.
14 hours later, your beautiful baby girl, Valentina Ramos, was born. Your sons were so happy to finally have a sister instead of a brother.
It was a huge adjustment to have another girl in the house that wasn't you. But quickly, that cluelessness went away.
Today is New Year's Eve. You're hosting the party at your house because Sergio said that it'll be easier on you and Valentina.
You were getting your final touches on your outfit when Sergio walked in.
"Y/NI, got the boys all ready?" He said this as he walked over to you and gave you a peck on the lips, which you could help but smile at. Then he saw his daughter lying down on the bed. "¡Aye dios mio! ¡Mira mi linda princesa!" Oh my God! Look at my pretty princess! Sergio gushes over Valentina as he carefully picks her up and gives her a kiss.
"I can't believe she was born a couple days ago, and she's already celebrating New Year's Eve with us!" You add as you caress her hand.
"I know. But this is going to be one of many holidays she's going to spend with us! Right princesa?" His deep voice added.
Soon after, yours and Sergio's family came to your house to celebrate the New Year! All of you ate a delicious dinner, played dominoes, danced, and the adults, apart from you, drank some alcohol.
Then, when the clock struck midnight, the whole house cheered in happiness. You and Sergio kissed your kids and family in good luck! Sergio walks up to you, holding Valentína, and kisses you.
“¡Felicidades Y/N! I’m so happy to have you in my life, and I’m so glad our family is finally  complete."Sergio says this as he hugs you. You smile back at him, bringing whatever the new year brings to you with open arms.
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¡Feliz año nuevo! I hope yall guys are doing well and I hope the new year treats all of you well! I was supposed to post this last night but I passed out midway writing this 🫤 but anyways my ask box is always open for requests!
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liverpool-enjoyer · 2 years ago
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footballers doing homework
requested by @mebiselfandi !!! thank you sm for requesting!! <3
leo: does his work on time, and gets roped into doing ney n luis' work for them. but hes pretty bad at it and gets them all Fs.
ney: as just mentioned, gets leo to do his homework for him so he can play/stream video games instead. he isnt even mad when he gets an F, the man jus does not care.
trent: starts the DAY its assigned, but every time he answers a question he "rewards" himself by scrolling though twitter for an hour, eating a meal, n taking a nap. needless to say he turns it in late.
erling: his dog eats it. no like his dog actually eats it, and this man has to go up to his teacher n try to convince them that no he ISNT using the oldest excuse in the book, hes SERIOUS, YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME.
luka: actually studies n applies himself like a NERD. gets a good grade on the assignment but he has to work for it. tutors his friends for free though.
luis: doesnt realize until the night before its due that hey, maybe forcing leo to do his homework WASNT the best idea n he woulda been better off doing it on his own. so yeah he does his own work from that point forward.
jude: he tries but this homework is jus so HARD. ends up calling erling at two in the morning or some shit like "ITS BEEN HOURS MAN N I DUNNO WHAT IM DOING." the teacher notices the teardrop marks on his paper n passes him outta pity.
sergio: tries to get luka to do it for him, but lukas like "i'll help you with it instead!!" so he ends up having luka tutor him but you know his ass aint learning SHIT.
mbappe: that bitch thats rlly smart n knows all the answers without even TRYING. gets his done the day its assigned AND charges people to have him do their work for them.
christian: COMPLETELY forgets abt it. like it doesnt even cross his mind until the night before its due, when as hes lying down to go to bed his eyes shoot open n hes like "SHIT."
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extranenas · 5 months ago
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hiiii!!! my name is liz🫶🫶 im a mexican american writer who lives in the good ol’ state of texas (👴🏻👴🏻) a instrument player and history lover alongside a passion of film and such😭 im a teenager (rlly dont wanna disclose my age here for personal reasons) and im js here to write and not much else😭 dont need to get TOOOO personal on here
im negl i been writing since like 2020 on wattpad and one time on tumblr in like 2021💀 my most popular fic was a joao felix x reader on wattpad called days go faster in winter and idk why i never finished it😭😭 BUT ANYWAYS heres what i write and shi
this talks abt what i write for and what i do and dont do or tolerate so like… yknow click down below🙏🙏
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soccer
i write for pablo gavi, joao felix, lionel messi, cristiano ronaldo, kylian mbappe, luka modric, memo ochoa, kai havertz, carlos acevedo, sergios ramos, and more (i forgot💀)
gravity falls
only really for stanley and stanford pines- the rest i dont really feel i should write about cause… they young💀💀
dcu
i write for batman, superman, booster gold (my man my man😍😍) wonder woman, green lantern, tim drake, dick grayson, jason todd, john constantine, blue beetle, starfire, zatanna zatara
extra
micheal jackson, micheal j fox, keanu reeves, jon bon jovi, cillian murphy, luis miguel, (lowkey anyone yall ask tbh😭😭) but honestly yall i write abt anything or anyone js ask and ill TRYYYY my best to do it cus… i be bored🙈🙈
what i DO write: fluff, angst, headcannons, some nsfw but not hardcore, somewhat dark, horror, anything. female/gender neutral reader (ill try my best for my boys frl but im not THAT good at it)
what i DONT write: noncon/dubcon, pdf file shi (p diddy stuff im ok😭) proshipping, *ncest (cus wtf???) stepcest too cus… no…😭
what i DONT tolerate: racism, homophobia, sexism, misogyny, and any type of hate. criticism is allowed but straight up hate isnt and if yall aint got no common sense gtfo of here cus i dont play around wit that shi
in all honesty im super lenient on what i do here and all i ask is js nice people and shi🙏🙏 also rlly tryna work on my formatting (lowkey too lazy to do all of the hashtags negl) and everything lmao😭😭 anyways REQUESTTTT🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️
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masterlist | request | do not plagiarise/translate my work without permission🫶
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swmzq · 5 months ago
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(requests are open)
footballers
-joão félix
-paulo dybala Juno
-pablo gavi
-ferran torres please, please, please
-pedri gonzález
-fermín lopez
-sergio ramos
-jude bellingham
-ruben dias
-neymar jr
-kylian mbappe
-others
celebrities
-taylor swift Good luck,babe!
-chappell roan
-zendaya
-glen powell
-drew starkey
-lana del rey
-austin butler
-cillian murphy
-jacob elordi
-timothée chalamet
-80s roger taylor
-80s brian may
-others
characters
-borhap!roger taylor
-tyler owens
-borhap!john deacon
-eric(a quiet place: day one)
-neil lewis
-felix catton
-oliver quick
-others
what I’ll write
-smut
-fluff
-angst
-fem x fem
-fem x male
-gn!reader x oc
-headcanons
-fics
-drabbles
-love triangles
what I don’t write
-oc x oc
-homophobia
-threesome (I have nothing against it but I’m just not good at writing smut like this)
-incest
-racism
-rape
-piss kink
-etc
that’s it bye for now!
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