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omg omg omg i love ur sergios work <33

can i make a request? its my first time requesting something so i dont know if im doing it right but maybe reader being jealous when sergio spends all of his free time with his bf instead of reader but just because sergio wanted to surprise her with like her dream travel so he’s been planning it with his bf? can u make it angsty in the beginning and fluffy towards the end please? thank u if u will accept this<333

𝐒𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 | 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Sergio Ramos x Female Reader

Word Count : 2.1k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: My allergies have been terrible this week, and I've been sneezing so much that I've been getting headaches, so instead of writing 3-4 request , I was only able to write 2 this week c': hopefully my writing is still good c': ANYWAYSSSS Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN, currently covered in college work so as of now uploads will mainly be on weekends. Thank you for your patience c’: ♥

You had been dating Sergio for almost two years now, and things had been going great until recently.

You've been feeling left out and ignored by your boyfriend, Sergio, for weeks now. He's been spending more time with his best friend, Marcos, than with you. Every time you try to make plans with him, he either cancels or tells you he's busy with Marcos. You can't help but feel jealous and wonder what's going on between them.

One day, you decide to confront Sergio about it. You call him on the phone and say, "Sergio, we need to talk. I feel like you've been avoiding me for weeks. What's going on?"

Sergio sighs and says, "I'm sorry, babe. I've been busy with futebol and hanging out with Marcos. He's been going through a tough time, and I want to be there for him." He hates having to lie to you right now, but he wants this surprise to be perfect for  you. His best friend, Marcos, has been assisting Sergio with organizing a week-long vacation surprise for you, which is why they have been hanging out a lot.

You feel your heart sink at his words. You understand that Marcos is going through a tough time, but it hurts to know that Sergio is spending more time with him than with you.

"Can't you make time for me too?" you ask, your voice quivering.

Sergio hesitates before replying, "I'll try, but I can't make any promises. Marcos needs me right now."

You hang up the phone feeling frustrated and hurt. You decide to give Sergio some space and see if he comes around.

Days turn into weeks, and Sergio continues to spend all his time with Marcos. You try to be patient and understanding, but it's hard not to feel jealous and neglected.

One evening as you check through your social media page, you come across a picture that Marcos shared of a boardwalk and crystal-clear water. In Marco's story, you can see that he appears to be in a tropical location, and in the bottom-right corner of the screen, you can see Sergio's tattooed arm. When Marcos posted the image, he must not have noticed Sergio's arm was there.

 Your heart sinks as you realize that Sergio has been keeping a secret from you.  You believe he's been planning a trip with Marcos, and you weren't invited. You assumed he was leaving for a Paris-Saint-Germain away match, NOT going out with Marcos once more.

Feeling hurt and angry, you call Sergio and demand an explanation. "Why didn't you tell me about the trip with Marcos? Why wasn't I invited?"

Sergio hesitates before saying, "I'm sorry, babe. Marcos and I have been planning this for months, and I didn't want to ruin it by telling you." Sergio believed that by speaking the flimsy truth, he would feel better. Of course, Sergio and Marcos have been preparing this vacation for months, but it is not for him and his best friend; it is for you and Sergio. They are at a resort so Sergio can check out the priciest water huts in person to ensure that it will be in top condition for you two.

You feel a lump form in your throat as you try to hold back tears. "So you're saying that Marcos is more important than me? That you'd rather spend time with him than me?"

Sergio's voice grows defensive as he says, "No, of course not. "

"What about me, then? Don't I deserve to feel special too?" you say, feeling your frustration boiling over.

Sergio sighs heavily, the line remains silent.

You shake your head and say, "I don't know, Sergio. I feel like you've been neglecting our relationship lately. I don't feel like a priority to you."

Sergio's voice grows softer as he says, "I'm sorry, babe. That's not it at all.. I promise all of this will make sense soon, okay?"

You feel your heart soften at his words, but you can't shake off the hurt and jealousy you've been feeling. "I don't know, Sergio. I just need some time to think."

Sergio sighs again and says, "Okay, I understand. I’ll be back home in two days, forreal this time. Then we can talk, ok?”

You say "mhm" in response and end the call without caring if it was petty or not. Of course you love your boyfriend, but lately he's been acting in ways that aren't quite to your taste. He generally clings to you and wants to be with you all the time, but during the past few weeks, you have only seen each other twice, which is very out of the ordinary.

Now, two days later, Sergio is finally back home. You're sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when you hear the front door open. You look up to see Sergio walking into the room, looking tired but happy to see you.

"Hey," he says, walking over to give you a hug.

"Hey," you reply, hugging him back. "How was your trip?"

"It was good," he says, pulling away from you. "Marcos and I saw some really nice things."

You can't help but feel a pang of jealousy as he mentions Marcos, but you push it aside and try to focus on the conversation.

"That's good," you say. "I'm glad you had a good time."

Sergio looks at you for a moment, as if trying to read your expression. Finally, he speaks.

"Listen, I know we had a bit of an argument the other day," he says. "And I wanted to explain why I've been distant lately."

"Okay," you say, feeling your heart rate speed up a bit.

"It's not because I'm upset with you or anything like that," he says. "It's just that I've been planning something for us."

"Planning something?" you ask, feeling confused.

"Yeah," he says, sitting down next to you on the couch. "Marcos and I have been planning a week-long getaway for us."

"A getaway?" you repeat, feeling your eyes widen in surprise.

"Yeah," Sergio says, smiling. "I wanted to do something special for us, and Marcos has been helping me plan it."

You sit there for a moment, feeling a bit dumbfounded. You hadn't expected this at all. Knowing what he's been up to makes you feel terrible about how you've been treating him. You wish you could take those stinging accusations—along with the caustic attitude that accompanied them— when you practically said he didn't care about you anymore and you felt as though the love was no longer there. You know that you've probably hurt him, and you're filled with regret.

"I...I don't know what to say," you finally manage to say.

"I know we've been going through a rough patch lately because of how busy futebol has been," Sergio says. "And I wanted to do something to show you how much I love you and how much you mean to me."

You look over at him, feeling a lump form in your throat. Despite your earlier anger and frustration, you can't help but feel touched by his words. You're grateful that Sergio is forgiving and understanding. He knows that you're not perfect and that you make mistakes. He loves you despite your flaws, and that gives you hope that things will be okay.

"I...I don't know what to say," you say again, feeling a bit emotional. "That's...that's really sweet of you,” you can't help but feel a sense of joy bubbling up inside you. You had no idea that he was planning something so special for the two of you, and it's clear that he put a lot of thought and effort into making it happen. 

"I'm so sorry that I was acting bitchy towards you. Now everything does make sense," you say, giving him a small smile. "I can't believe you did all this for us."

Sergio grins back at you, looking pleased with himself. "I wanted to do something special for you, mi amor," he says. "Something that would remind us of why we fell in love in the first place."

You nod, feeling a warmth spreading through your chest. 

"So, where are we going?" you ask, feeling a bit of excitement building up inside you.

As he moves closer to you on the couch so you can see his phone screen as well, Sergio takes his phone out of his pocket.

"It's a surprise," he says, grinning at you. "But I'll give you a hint. It involves sun, sand, and lots of relaxation."

You raise your eyebrows, feeling your heart start to race. You still can't believe that Sergio has planned a trip for the two of you, and you can't wait to find out more.

As you watch, Sergio pulls up a page with pictures of a stunning beach resort, complete with crystal clear water, palm trees, and luxurious villas.

"Say hello to our little slice of paradise," he says, pointing to the screen. "We're going to be staying here for a week."

You stare at the pictures, feeling a sense of awe wash over you. "Sergio, this is incredible," you say, turning to him with a huge grin on your face. "I can't believe you did all this for me….. For us!"

Sergio grins back at you, looking pleased with himself. "I wanted to do something special for you, mi amor," he says. "And I wanted to remind you how much I love you."

You feel a warmth spreading through your chest, and you can't help but lean in to give him a kiss.

"I love you too, Sergio," you say, feeling a sense of happiness and contentment wash over you. "But do me a favor," you begin to say, drawing his full attention back to you, "If you ever ignore me again, I'm going to strangle you." He chuckles at your joke before swiftly embracing you and kissing you on the forehead, saying, "I'll never do it again, princess, I promise."

As the days pass, you and Sergio spend your time lounging on the beach, sipping cocktails, and exploring the island. You take long walks along the shore, hand in hand, watching the sun set over the water. You have deep, meaningful conversations about your hopes and dreams for the future, and you laugh and play like you haven't in ages. It's like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, and you're able to relax and just enjoy each other's company without any distractions or stresses. As your week comes to a close, you and Sergio sit on your balcony, watching the stars twinkle overhead. You lean your head on his shoulder, feeling a sense of contentment and joy wash over you.

"Sergio, thank you for this week," you say, feeling a bit emotional. "It's been incredible." Sergio turns to look at you, his eyes soft. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, mi amor," he says. "I just wanted to remind you how much I love you, and how committed I am to making our relationship work." You nod, feeling a sense of gratitude and happiness. "You know, Sergio, I never doubted your love for me," you say, looking up at him. "But this week has shown me just how much you're willing to do for us. And it means the world to me." Sergio leans in and brushes his lips against yours, sending shivers down your spine. "I would do anything for you, mi amor," he says, his voice low and husky. "I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy." You feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed with emotion. You know that things won't always be easy between the two of you, but this moment feels like a turning point. Like you can get through anything as long as you have each other.

As you lean into Sergio's embrace, you feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over you. You know that this week has been just the beginning of a lifetime of love, adventure, and happiness together.

"I love you, Sergio," you say, looking up at him with a soft smile.

"I love you too, mi amor," he says, his eyes sparkling with warmth and affection. "Thank you for giving me the chance to show you just how much."

You snuggle into his arms, feeling a sense of happiness and hope for the future. You know that there will be challenges along the way, but with Sergio by your side, you feel like you can conquer anything.

As the night wears on, you and Sergio talk and laugh, sharing stories and dreams for the future. And as you fall asleep in each other's arms, you know that this week will be one that you'll never forget. A week of love, laughter, and adventure. A week that brought you closer together than ever before.

[pollenat]

“Worn-out leather” | wjh.

➛ SEVENTEEN’s Jun. Inspired by a dream I had. The Districts’ “4th and Roebling”. To summarize: sitting next to Jun in a crowded restaurant. It’s shorter than most of my little drabbles. Trigger warning: alcohol consumption.

➛ Word count: 675.

The crowded restaurant. People are talking loudly, never ones to care about the volume. Tired waiters cruise between tables, gathering plates, bringing food, or answering questions. You can see the dark circles under some guy’s eyes. His hands are shaking as he hauls a collection of dirty bowls away. Nobody pays him any attention. Of course, aside from you. A challenging glance is thrown your way. As if to say “I had a long day, so just you try to make it longer and you’ll feel my wrath”. To this, you can only answer by looking away.

Empty glasses rest on the table in front of you. Remnants of your beer’s foam cling to the bottom and walls, like a mold in a humid room. You grab the dish. A little bit of amber liquid swirls underneath grey substance. For a moment you consider another attempt at emptying the glass, but then you put it away. It’d be embarrassing. Too many possible witnesses.

Ahead is seated a couple of friends. Next to you - Jun. His arm is embracing you, making sure that neither your side, nor back are cold. Slender fingers are playing with the edge of your jacket. It’s not a sign of impatience or nervousness. He doesn’t want to leave. Jun’s playing is a sign of excitement. Without much space to move, the energy has to be channeled into something unstable, something he can bend and crease as he pleases.

“You okay?”

Your eyes travel upwards, to where he’s already watching. Both his features and voice have this comforting softness to them. Even with the customers being noisy and him whispering, you still hear the question clearly. Comfort. Jun means comfort. Your stomach muscles tingle.

“Yes, of course.” He doesn’t let go of your sight instantly. You’re the first one to break the eye contact. Though you shouldn’t feel embarrassed, you do. It’s because of his undeniable sweetness. There’s as much a heart can take.

Someone pushes a plate off their table by accident. The sound of breaking china has the crowd’s noise weakening for a moment. Heads, one of which belongs to you, turn to find the culprit. An irritated waitress rushes by your table to clean up. Through it all, Jun’s hold only tightens on your side. When you turn back to look at him, he’s already back in the conversation with your friends. His index finger now drums against your side.

You exchange the material in his hand for your own fingers. Jun doesn’t hesitate before grabbing them. His smile gains a shade of teasing amusement and yet, he doesn’t speak about the matter.

Satisfied, you lean back against the worn-out leather of the seat. It smells funny, having seen years of groups of different shapes and sizes and survived many attacks on its primary appearance. Hot sauce, grease, baby food - all of it has at least once met the couch’s surface. At the thought you sit straight. Jun turns to find out what caused you discomfort.

“Hm?”

“Just remembered that time we watched a kid spit out his chicken nuggets.”

He snorts at the memory. Sudden attack of his hot breath makes your eyes close. His head knocks yours in endearment, the gesture a bit out of character. Jun has never been the one to get as touchy, especially with people watching. Embrace? Sure, but not to this extent, not this tight.

“Are you drunk?” Just as a waiter comes over to collect your glasses, you take a better look at the amount of dirty dishes. “You are!”

“What? No! How could I get drunk on just two beers? That’s impossible for me.” As if to prove his point, Jun once again turns away to continue the conversation with your friends. The strong stare you’ve directed at him does nothing. “As I was saying-”

After few seconds, you give up, not the one to torture someone because they’re tipsy. Instead, you can spend your energy leaning against his shoulder, something he’d never allow in any different context.

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