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corriganatheart · 1 year

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If I Should Stay / Jude Bellingham x reader pt 2

Requested: as requested from @evansxchalamet

Synopsis: After five months of losing one another, Jude and you finally reconcile and try to move on from the past.

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x fem!reader

Genre: 18+, heartbreaking but happy ending

Warning: mention of miscarriage

Groaning from the sound of his alarm, Jude tries to reach over his nightstand, only for his other arm to resist. He frowns, thinking he has once again slept in an uncomfortable position, but after hearing another soft groan, his eyes widen.

Instead of the new white sheets that he has become accustomed to, Jude’s eyes were met with your sleepy face and the strands of hair splattered on his arms. His eyes softened after remembering what had happened last night. It must’ve been five o clock when you guys finally went to sleep after whispering apologies to one another, wiping each other’s tears, and stating how much you missed one another. He didn’t even care that he only had one hour of sleep because you were in his arms again.

“Shit,” Jude mumbles after he hears the alarm goes off again. He reaches as far as he can without moving his head and can finally grab his phone. He had about one hour before practice but didn’t want to leave you, but the World Cup was coming up, and his teammates would kill him if he missed practice. He almost said fuck the World Cup, because your sleepy face was so calm, and it has been a while since he saw you relaxed; he can watch you all day. “Baby,” he whispers while moving the loose strands of hair out of your face. You mumble something that he can’t quite understand, but it is cute as hell. “I have to get up for practice. I’ll see you when I come back, ok?” He asked, even though he knew you probably weren’t listening. Jude smiles when you sheepishly nod without opening your eyes and pull the warm cover up more. He then kisses your forehead and quietly gets out of bed.

“Well, someone’s in a good mood,” Trent says while listening to Jude whistling to a song. It was now a rare sight to see Jude walk into the practice field all smiling and laughing. The last couple of months were filled with sad Jude, angry Jude, nontalkative Jude, and anything that no one was used to. “He must’ve finally gotten his balls sucked,” Marcus said, causing Trent to laugh. The duo then watched as Jude reached down his pocket to grab his phone, only for him to plaster the big smile that had been a rare sight. The duo's eyes soften after seeing the young player return to his old self again. “I guess they’re ok now,” Marcus says with a warm smile. Trent nod and clasp his hands together. “I was going to kill Jude if he lost that girl,” he said with a smile that had two different meanings. Marcus holds his gaze on Trent and nods knowingly before patting him on the back. “You did well holding your feelings, mate,” Marcus says.

The whole practice, Jude was all laughing and giggling with everything; it was a sight to behold. England’s National team was going to the World Cup, and Jude was excited to play. He was more excited to invite you to Qatar because that would be the first trip you guys had since the incident. It would allow him to see new places with you while doing something he loves. “Yo, Brazil is voted as number one to most likely win the World Cup,” Harry says, causing Jude to lose his smile. He frowns, thinking about the high chances of Neymar winning the World Cup while you were there. When he met you, you were a massive fan of PSG, and over time, you became a fan of Dortmund, but you were still a Neymar girl. Jude huffs at the thought of you cheering for Brazil. Although he knew you wouldn’t do that, it still makes him jealous. “Chill, dude, no one is taking Bellingham’s girl,” Trent nudges his elbow. Jude rolls his eyes and passes the ball to his teammate, who has been on his case this morning about you. “When are we seeing Y/N again?” Trent asks with a knowing grin. Jude shrugged, but the smile returned to him at the thought of you. “Hope to see her at the World Cup; we do miss her cheerleading skills,” Trent said, and Jude glared at him after seeing the flustered look on Trent’s face. It was no surprise that some of his teammates were attracted to you despite you being his girlfriend, but he knew they would never try anything with you. With that being said, many of his opponents had asked for your numbers several times when you used to watch their games, and sometimes it makes Jude insecure because some of them were much more famous or mature than him, but he can tell you never cared for that. “You trying to score the opening goal?” Trent asked him. Jude smiles, knowing the answer to that and who the dedication will go to.

You scroll through your Instagram feed to see contents you have missed out on. It was mainly about soccer since most of the people you follow are Jude’s teammates and their significant others. Many of Jude’s England National Football teammates post about their excitement for the World Cup, and you smile warmly, thinking about Jude’s achievements. You still remember when he would constantly say that he wanted to play for the World Cup before he turned 21, and here he was, being one of the youngest players to go to the World Cup. After nearly hearting all the posts, you return to your profile which still has the private lock. You used to be public about your life, but after the numerous spam comments, Jude asked you to turn your Instagram private and only allow family and friends to see your post. It was a good call because many people were spamming his account with hate comments after the dating rumors between him and the Instagram model.

You were in the middle of making some sandwiches when you heard the door slam. You didn’t have to turn around to know that Jude was coming to you. Your back was turned against him when he came up and kissed your cheek. The smell of soap combined with cologne was still fresh, meaning he must have showered at the stadium. You continue making sandwiches when he kisses your exposed neck and shoulders. It has been a while since you guys were this close to one another, and it felt good. You can tell that Jude felt the same way because his hands were wrapped around your waist while he inhaled your scent and tried to kiss as much of your exposed skin as possible. It was comforting to know that even after the distance between you two for the past months, he still cared and still cherished you as before. “I want you to go to Qatar with me,” he said while placing his head on your right shoulder. “Isn’t there a policy about players and guests staying at the same hotel?” You asked. Jude hummed and shrugged, “fuck the policy. If they don’t let you stay with me, I’ll just book the nearest hotel,” he said. “I don’t know, Jude, Qatar’s culture doesn’t really allow unmarried people to stay in the same room,” you said and turned to look at him. Your back was against the counter now, and Jude had you trapped between his arms. He stared down at you like you would disappear if he blinked. “Qatar’s culture can never separate you from me. You’re my woman, and I am your man,” he says and leans in to kiss you, but you stop him by placing your hand on his chest. Jude looks frustrated by that, but he waits for your next move. "I don't know, Jude," you smiled innocently, and he knew you would say something that would probably make him mad. "My favorite player is going to be there; I wouldn't want him to think I am taken," you tease. Jude rolls his eyes and lifts your chin up so you wouldn't be able to look away. "Everyone knows you are my woman, and I won't hesitate to beat any players if that means they back the fuck up. You know I will," he said with a smirk reminding you of his past altercation with other soccer players. You smile and finally let go of the hand on his chest, and you stand on your toes now while Jude places his hands on your hips. You wrap your arms around his neck, causing Jude to smile; you always did that before you kissed him. "It will always be you, Jude, no one else but you," you whisper before finally locking your lips with his.

Jude swears he was going to fight his coach when they told him he would have to board England's private plane instead of going with you. It was already enough that his teammates teased him during practice, but now he had to be stuck with them on the plane and them constantly teasing him about the hickeys on his neck. Trent went on and on about how he thought you were an innocent girl, and it got to the point where Marcus had to shut him up because it was getting a little too inappropriate. Jude doesn't mind the teasing, but sometimes he finds it a little annoying when Trent takes it too far, and by now, everyone knows why. "Remember, Jude, you are still young. We don't need little Bellingham's running around the field yet!" Trent yelled down the hallway causing Marcus to glare at him while Jude shook his head. It was kind of ironic because Jude actually wouldn't mind little Bellingham’s running around the house. It might be the fact that you were pregnant and almost had his child. If it was someone else, he probably would have a different reaction. Jude sighs and slumps himself down the bed, thinking about the baby again. Although you guys had promised to move on, he still can't stop thinking about the future. The miscarriage was so traumatizing that you might not want to have kids with him again. He even noticed your panicky face when you guys had sex a couple of days ago. He had worn a condom as promised, but you still looked unsure about him cumming inside. The thought of you not enjoying sex with him because of the incident isn't something he wants because he would do anything to make sure you are equally pleased. Jude sighs and looks at the time on his phone; you still have two hours before your flight lands, giving him plenty of time to fix himself up.

Jude expected you to look beautiful and perfect, but his eyes nearly popped out when he saw you walk out of the bathroom. You were wearing a champagne satin midi dress, your hair was in loose curls, and everything matched perfectly. When he picked you up from the airport this evening, you looked cute with black sweats and an oversize black hoodie. You also looked exhausted, so he offered that you guys stay in instead of going out to the group dinner, but you suggested going since the other player's girlfriends will also join. But when you told him that you’d try to look exceptional, he thought you were going with something simple, but he didn’t expect you to go all out. He wasn’t complaining; you looked perfect. So perfect that he wanted to keep you in the hotel room, just so the others couldn’t see you with that dress on.

“Jude, is there a problem?” You asked while fixing your hair to reveal your collarbone. Jude didn’t know what to do, and his pants were getting a little too tight. “Jude?” You asked again, and your voice was a little more concerned now…the sound of insecurity.

Jude inhales his breath and shakes his head after seeing your face. He was so caught up in unholy thoughts that he forgot how much this night meant to you. It was the first night since the accident that you’ll be out, and you’re most likely nervous about people’s reaction and question you about your whereabouts. He also recognizes a bit of insecurity when you fidget with the dress and try to suck in your breath to hide a little bit of tummy that you’ve gained. Jude looks at you with adoration as he walks up to you and tuck a strand of hair behind your ears. “You’re so beautiful I can’t believe how lucky I am,” he said and kissed the top of your head. You felt your nerves calm down from his words and lean into his warm arms. Everything will be ok; Jude is by your side and will never leave.

It took a while, but some fans from England spotted Jude and asked for his autographs and photos, which caused more people to approach, but it was ok; you watched from afar and even took pictures with them. Most of his fans are supportive of the relationship, though, in the beginning, they were skeptical because you guys were so young; as time passed, they realized how important you were to Jude, and they accepted you. “My girlfriend is waiting for me; I’m hungry sorry, guys,” Jude said and waved bye to his fans before he walked over to you. “Sorry, babe,” he apologized and intertwined his fingers with yours. You shook your head and smiled at him before following him into the restaurant.

Upon entering the restaurant, numerous eyes were on you guys, and the waiter recognized Jude and asked to follow him. He then kindly guided you guys to a private room far from the other guest, and upon opening the door, you could hear his teammate's loudness. “There they are! The Bellingham!” Kane shouted after spotting you guys. You smiled and wave at the his teammates who were surprised and delighted to see you. Jude guided you guys towards Marcus and sat down next to him. “Woah, it’s been so long,” Marcus said while leaning forward to speak to you since Jude was between you guys. “I know. Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you guys,” you apologized. Marcus shook his head, “no, we are just glad you are back. It’s good to see Jude all smiley again,” he wiggled his eyebrows, causing you to look away shyly.

“Hey,” you look across from you to see Trent leaning on his right hand, staring at you. “Hi, Trent,” you smiled. Trent smiles back and continues to stare at you. You always thought Trent was very friendly, and maybe it was because he is Jude's best friend, but after one of the other player’s girlfriends pointed out Trent’s interest in you, you distance yourself from him out of respect for Jude. “How have you been?” Trent asked, still staring at you like a hawk. “Fine.” You smiled and felt Jude’s hands stiffen a little. You squeeze his hands to assure him everything will be fine. “You’re watching our game tomorrow, right?” Trent asked. You didn’t get to respond because Jude interrupted you, “of course, she is. She’s my girlfriend,” he said; more like a warning. You chuckled at his possessiveness and leaned in to kiss him on his cheek. Jude turns to you and smiles, and gently strokes the side of your face. “Ugh,” you heard Foden say with a disgusted look. “You two are so in love it makes me sick.”

The dinner went better then you thought the team didn’t plaster you with questions, mainly because they were too focused on discussing tomorrow's game. Marcus and his girlfriend left early, giving the excuse that they wanted to sleep, but everyone knew what was going to do down. Foden continues to joke about your relationship with Jude and how disgusted he is about you guys being in love, but you know he meant that in a good way. Trent didn’t say much, but you caught him staring a couple of times before he averted his eyes. And by the time you guys left, the restaurant was starting to empty, everyone getting ready for the game tomorrow.

You wave at the representatives of England’s team when you finally make your way to your bench. You and some of the other players' girlfriends are sitting a couple of benches behind the coaches. It was nerve-wracking being among thousands of people, knowing there were cameras everywhere. Some people have recognized you as Jude Bellingham’s girlfriend and took some videos causing you to freak out, but after settling down in your seat, you calmed down. This is supposed to be about Jude and his team, no one else but them. You smile when you saw the team finally entering the field. Jude was the last one to exit, and man, did he look beautiful in England’s jersey. He smiled when he spotted you a couple of benches behind his coaches, and his eyes remained on you when you guys sang your national anthem.

England was doing well. And it happened so fast you almost fainted. The commentator shouted your boyfriend's name, and the crowd screamed his name. Jude has just scored a goal and it happened so fast your heart couldn’t take it. Your boyfriend has scored the opening goal for England, and the whole stadium was he was screaming his name. Jude was celebrating with his teammates before he turned to where you were standing and pointed at you. Your eyes widened, remembering the promise he made last night. “I’m going to score the opening goal and dedicate it to you. The person who has believed me since day one,” he said while you guys were cuddling. “And what if you don’t?” You asked, even though you know he probably will. Jude turns to his side and pulls your naked bodies together. “If it’s for you, I definitely will,” he said confidently.

You felt tears falling down your cheeks as your eyes remained on Jude’s. His eyes widened from seeing the tears, and he mouthed something; I love you. The camera must be on you because the crowd got louder, but your eyes remained on Jude. He didn’t break the eye contact until one of his teammates pulled him away.

“Jude, that was incredible!” You happily said and wrapped your arms around his waist. Jude smiles and pulls you into a hug, his hand softly stroking the back of your head as he whispers several thank you. “I was able to do this because of you, baby,” he whispers, and you feel a gentle kiss on top of your head. You blushed at the thought of him showing affection when there were still cameras around. “Alright, Ima go drown myself,” you heard Foden say behind you.

You looked at the crumpled photo in your hand. The sight of it doesn’t make you sad anymore but makes you more brave and more determined, never to let that happen again. You know you and Jude still has a long way to go until your the relationship can be perfect, and that was ok. Every relationship has its ups and down, and this was one of the worse cases, but even after five months of constantly ignoring each other, you guys pulled through because you love one another, and that was the reassurance you both needed.

“Baby?” You heard call from the inside. “I’m out here!” You said, and he slid open the door to the balcony. “Woah,” Jude says when he sees the night view. It was a perfect view of his hotel and the soccer studio. Qatar was also a beautiful city, especially at night. “What are you thinking?” He asked while leaning on the rail. You smiled and showed him the ultrasound photo. Jude’s eyes soften, and he goes behind you to loosely wrap his arm around your neck. “Thank you for being so strong,” Jude says, “I should’ve been there to comfort you, but I was scared you would hate me more. I couldn’t let that happen; I would lose my mind if you left me.” He said and you felt the sincerity in his voice. “Jude, I should be the one to apologize. I pushed you away and hid the truth from you. I’m so sorry,” you said. Jude didn’t say anything, instead he placed a gentle kiss on your head. “Wait a little longer, Y/N. Once this World Cup ends and I sign on to a big league, I will give you everything you desire. I will give you the life you have always wanted, and you won’t have to worry about anything anymore, baby. Just wait, and I’ll give you everything you desire.” You smiled warmly at that, but Jude didn’t understand that you had everything already. “Jude,” you said. “Yes, baby?” He responds immediately. “I already have everything.”

Bonus

“Omg, there he is!” You happily jump from the couch. Jude frowns, watching you fan girl over Neymar through the tv screen. He was glad you didn’t request to see the game in person because people would definitely roast him. “He’s not that good looking,” Jude says with a scowl on his face. You rolled your eyes at him and peck his lips. “Don’t get your panty in a twist, babe; I like him because he is a good player,” you winked. Jude rolls his eyes and ruffle your hair. “He’s lucky he didn’t have to play me because I would’ve made sure his fake injuries were real injuries,” he said. You glared at him, causing him to avert his eyes. “Don’t be jealous! You’re much hotter, and you know that,” you exclaimed, causing Jude to smile. “I know baby, and Neymar wishes he can steal you away from me. You’re mine and only mine.”

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multifandomfanfic · 1 year

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could you do something where ronaldo is your ex and you broke up because he cheated but he saw you with another man at a party and he got really jealous??

Cold Air

Word Count: ~2.2k

A/N: I hope you enjoy! Sorry this took so long and sorry if any descriptions of Qatar are inaccurate. Just suspend reality for a bit :)) (also, I proof-read this, but it hasn’t had a second pair of eyes look at it)

The city lights passed by your car as you made your way to the club. The World Cup was in full swing and, today, Portugal had beaten Switzerland by five goals. You wrinkled your nose. Portugal. As good of a team they were, any mention of their team, and especially a certain player, left a foul taste on your tongue.

It wasn't like you didn't love Ronaldo. You did.., well, you had loved him at one point. Months ago you had been positive your relationship was going to last forever; you were living together, you went with him to his events, and you were even certain you had spied an engagement ring in his bag once. All of that was squashed within seconds thanks to Ronaldo’s unlocked phone and a few Instagram DMs.

Within days, you had moved out of your shared house and into an apartment far away from Manchester. Ronaldo agreed to pay the first year of your rent in return for you not going public about his infidelity, but you took the high road. You did not need his help and, after what he did to you, you decided that you did not want to have any connection to him any longer. Enough was enough.

But here you were, in Qatar, the day his team beat the Swiss.

Your phone vibrated and you dug it out of your purse.

I'll have to leave a little early tonight, Emi texted you.

What? Why?

Coach wants us to get at least eight hours of sleep before some extra practice in the morning. He explained, I'm free to do whatever you want tomorrow night.

You groaned and slumped back into the car seat. Great. Just great. The only reason you were going to this club was to celebrate Emi’s friend’s birthday, whom you had never met. In fact, you hardly knew anybody on his team. You had spent so much time with Portugal and Manchester United that you hadn’t become acquainted with any of the other teams. Besides, you had only been seeing Emi for a couple of months.

“Is this it?” your driver asked.

“Yes, this is it,” you sighed. The cold night air raised goosebumps on your skin as soon as you pushed open the door. It was refreshing and briefly distracted your mind from the awkwardness awaiting you inside.

The bouncer opened the rope as you approached. The club’s exterior was lit by LED lights, beckoning people to venture inside. Quite a crowd had amounted outside, drawn by the possibility of seeing a world-class futball player in person. They watched you as you entered the building. Who were you? And why were you here?

The interior of the bar was as exuberant and bright as the exterior. The only difference was the number of people crammed within its walls. Bodies were pressed against each other, moving to the music blaring from the speakers. Two bartenders were hurriedly making drinks for the growing crowd. They had been instructed to prioritize the futball players and serve them first, but they were struggling to keep up with that demand.

You scanned the throngs of people. One or two of the men close to you looked familiar, but the lights were set just dim enough that you couldn’t distinguish people from a distance. Their forms blended into one, swaying mass.

Person after person bumped and shoved you (whether on accident or on purpose, you couldn’t tell) as you forged your way to the bar. Surely, there were too many people in the club to be safe, but nobody paid attention. They were all having fun. You were the walking embodiment of dread.

You tugged on the end of your dress. It wasn’t yours–one of the players’ girlfriends had lent it to you–and it wasn’t exactly your taste either. The color was off and it fell awkwardly on your thighs. Anyone who knew you would know the dress was not your first choice.

“Excuse me?” you asked the bartender closest to you, “Can I get one of those?”

The mixture of alcohol he was making was taking all of his attention, and he made no effort to respond. You groaned, leaned against the bartop, and began people-watching. There was no sight of Ronaldo or Emi. You weren’t expecting Ronaldo to be there, but you could never be too sure.

“Y/N!” a familiar voice called from behind you.

You turned around and smiled, “Emi!”

He pushed his way through the crowd, nodding and grinning at his friends. You recognized none of them, despite going to many of Emi’s games. Maybe you were too stuck in the past.

Once he reached you, Emi grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him.

“It’s so good to see you,” he said, leaning over slightly and began kissing your neck. Several people’s eyes landed on the two of you.

“Babe, please,” you whispered, “Not in public.”

He stepped back, “Why not?”

“I just don’t feel comfortable with it, ok?” you replied. To be honest, you had no idea why it made you so uneasy. People looking at you was one thing, but something else was off.

Emi smirked and loosened his grip on your waist, “Fine. But I will be seeing you tomorrow night.”

“It’s a date,” you chuckled. He left you one more kiss on your lips as he started to back away. He smiled and nodded his head goodbye. Before you knew it, Emi had disappeared into the mass of people.

The bartender continued to pay attention to other patrons, leaving you drinkless and bored. There was a full-length mirror behind the back of the bar. You examined yourself in it, rubbing off the lipstick that had made its way off of your lips and adjusting your hair so it fell just right on your face. A figure began to form behind you. Someone was making their way to the spot to your left. The way the lights were positioned and flashing, you could not tell who it was.. that is, until they spoke.

He ordered two of your favorite drink and, like clockwork, the bartender had them finished within seconds.

“You look good,” he almost mumbled as he took the first sip from his drink. His eyes scanned your figure, soaking in every aspect of how the dress fell on your body. You could have slapped him, “Although, I wouldn’t peg you as the type of girl to wear something like that.”

“What do you want, Ronaldo?” you spat. His face changed for a moment at the use of his last name instead of Cristiano–what you used to call him–but, within seconds, it was back to his usual, sly look. On the other hand, you could feel your face turning red. Months of pent-up rage and regret flooded back into your head. Why had you come here? Why did he have to be here?

“You haven’t changed a bit,” he said as you picked up your drink. You slammed it back down on the counter. A little sloshed over the edge and the bartender immediately wiped it with his towel. He scowled at you but smiled at Ronaldo. You pushed the glass to the farthest point on the bar that you could reach. You refused to drink it. That would make it seem like you were diving in.

“I asked you what you wanted,” you seethed, arms crossed across your chest, “Can you answer my question?”

He rolled his eyes and looked around as if you were the only person in the room who did not know what he was going to say. He then leaned closer, “You could do much better than an Argentinian. That’s all I wanted to say.”

You froze. Your mouth hung agape, your mind was apparently empty of any good comebacks. After a moment you managed a “Are you kidding me?” and a small, all-too-exaggerated laugh. The audacity this man had. He cheated on you, not the other way around.

“Do you think I’m joking? I’m just stating the obvious, darling,” Ronaldo smirked. He leaned against the bar, drink in hand. Triumph was written all over his face.

You pulled out twenty dollars from your purse and slammed it onto the bar to cover your drink. You stood up straight, staring your adversary in the eyes.

“I’m done with your bullshit, Ronaldo. Do I need to remind you whose fault it was that we broke up? It wasn’t me!,” you shouted just loud enough so the people closest to you could hear, “Have a good life.”

You stormed past him, purposely bumping into his shoulder on the way to the back. Your feet carried you past the mob of bodies. Instead of annoying you, they acted to your benefit, creating an almost impenetrable sea for Ronaldo to cross to get to you. You made it to the back exit swiftly and, without hesitating, escaped the room.

The chilly air greeted you like an old friend. Your dress was hardly enough to keep you warm, but it didn’t matter. Compared to the inside of the bar and its patrons, it felt more friendly and calm in the frigid night.

You pulled out your phone and started searching for an Uber to take you home. You began walking down the alleyway, enveloped in the screen in front of you rather than paying attention to your surroundings. That was why you nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt a cold hand grab a hold of your arm.

You whipped around and tried to strike the attacker with your bag but, after a moment, you saw that it was none other than Ronaldo. Despite recognizing him, you still managed to hit him with your purse. You ripped your arm from his grasp and backed up. You weren’t truly scared of him, not at all, but he repulsed you so much that you wanted to distance yourself from him as much as you possibly could.

“What the hell are you doing?!” you exclaimed.

“Y/N, listen to m–”

“No, tell me what you think you’re doing!”

“I don’t know what I–” he stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly and shifting his weight.

“You don’t know what you’re do–”

“Y/N, would you just listen to me, please?!” Ronaldo finally begged. He stood with his arms extended to you, silently pleading with you to let him speak, “Please?”

You checked your phone and then crossed your arms, “You have two minutes, Ronaldo, then I never want to see you again.”

“That’s fine, that’s perfect,” he took a step back. He looked at the sky as he took a deep breath. The stars were shining down on the two of you, illuminating the alleyway just enough that you could see Ronaldo’s breath and the sweat dripping down his face. What was bothering him so much?

He sighed, exasperated with his own thoughts, “Y/N, I.. you know I love you right?”

You did not reply, nod, or shake your head. You kept your eyes glued on him but, on the inside, your stomach was turning. This conversation could lead nowhere good. In the months since your break-up, you had thought about getting back together plenty of times. Yet, in reality, you could never let yourself do that. He cheated on you once. He had broken your trust. That could not happen again.

“I know you do. And I know, I hope, that deep down you still love me,” Ronaldo continued, trying to get any reaction out of you, but none came, “I will never love another woman as much as I love you. You were the light of my life, the thing that made me smile every single day without fail. You enchant me, Y/N, and I went and screwed everything up. Will you forgive me?”

You scoffed, your arms only crossing tighter in front of your chest, “Don’t give me this ‘I love you most ardently’-esque crap. You cheated on me, Ronaldo. I have proof!”

“And I regret it every day! Y/N, you don’t understand how much I’ve beat myself up over this. I love you! You make me happy!”

“Ronaldo, if I really made you happy, frankly, we would not be in this situation right now,” you said, pursing your lips. You shrugged, “I am sorry, but I can’t forgive you.”

With that, a grey sedan drove to the end of the alleyway behind you. You checked the description on your phone–it was your ride.

“That’s me,” you said. The amount of water vapor in front of Ronaldo’s mouth only increased as he grew angrier and more confused. His mind was running, trying to find some solution to have you back, or to get you to at least forgive him, but he could not find one.

“Can you at least call me Cristiano?” he finally called out as you started to walk away.

You turned around. After a moment, you nodded, and made eye contact with him once more, “Alright, Cristiano. As I said earlier, I hope you have a good life.”

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haceris · 3 days

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Çok büyükmüş bu sahalar ben koşup yakalasıya kadar gol oluyor yavaş koşun diyorum yok abla diyor

#kendi kadrajım #nature #photography #positivity #my photos #fotoğraf #fotografia #futbol #futball

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ntdiwtz · 1 year

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Its kind of short, but I like it!

"Cariño, who is this Eric?" -Pablo looked at me as he turned my phone towards me.

“Eric? - I'm curious about the question and I decide to look. — I must have liked some photo of him in the feed without realizing it. - I was making fun, after all I didn't even know who the boy was.

“According to him, you're interested in having some kind of relationship. -she said entering her profile. — HE STILL HAD A CHANCE TO POST IN STORIES!

"Madre mia, he needs a psychiatrist!" - I expected to get some response from my boyfriend, but nothing, he had shut up. "Pabs, are you okay?"

"See for yourself," he muttered and handed me the phone.

When I take it in my hands, I identify the problem. Eric had posted the photos from my direct on his feed, and the comments were shit! Many people tagged Pablo calling him an idiot, saying he was just a hobby for me, among other pathetic things.

"Hey, you're not going to be sad about this are you?" Come on, you know I'm only yours!

When I finished my speech, he pulled me onto his lap and kissed our lips in a far from calm way.

- Only mine? - I sign during the kiss.

And so we spent the entire night together as I showed him that I was his.

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Hello guys, how are you?

I really hope you like it!

The request are open, you can do them on the coments or the private chat!

#pablo gavi #pablo martín páez gavira #pablo gavi x reader #gavi imagine #fc barcelona #futbol imagines #imagines #writing #barcelona #futball #imagine #gavi x reader

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The kpop stan to sports fan pipeline is so real

#repet after getting severe doxed and detah treatd in my day whit deifertn fandom #i dont bave the energy or fear of nothing else #motogp #f1 #sports #futbol #futball #lewis hamilton #valentino rossi #Messi #fc barcelona #kpop #bts #black pink

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wbrak · 2 months

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Some nice ampu-futbol guys

#leglees #rak #lak #futball #crutches #below knee #amputee guys

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fatis18 · 2 months

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#one direction #1d #niall horan #2010s #futball #nialler #the show

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pacealme · 2 months

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Después de ver ganar a Tigres a cenar en casa.

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HE LOOKS SO GOOD OMDS?! 🥹🩷

#jude bellingham #real madrid #england #football #futball #harry maguire #bukayo saka

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also maybe a part 2 to ‘always with you’ (jude bellingham)?? x

Always with You Part 2 / Jude Bellingham x reader

You and your best friend Jude start dating after years of hidden feelings.

Pairings: Jude Bellingham x fem!reader

Genre: Childhood Best Friend to lover

Warning: Mention of sexual content

"Jude, your friends are going to walk in on us," you said worriedly, but you were really excited inside. Jude groans and shakes his head, "I can't wait, baby; I need to be inside of you, please," he begged while planting kisses all over your neck. You whimper when you feel his cold hands lift your shirt.

Dortmund has just beaten PSG, and Jude was pleased and a little impatience to get you home. He tried to excuse himself by saying you were sick, although it was very clear that you weren't, and his captain told him he would have to wait until they were done with the team meeting.

That was a bad call on their part because now Jude had somehow found a bathroom that wasn't occupied, stating that the team thought he was using the bathroom. But really, he was trying to lose the intense boner he had ever since he saw you walk into the stadium with his jersey but in a crop top style.

You keep glancing at the door while Jude tries to unbutton your tight jeans; really, you should've worn a skirt knowing of your boyfriend's intense sex drive. It was crazy because Jude was your best friend that you saw as "innocent" because he never spoke of his private life but ever since you took his virginity, he wanted nothing but to be inside of you whenever he can.

"Jude, are you sure? You don't really do quickies and intend to dirty talk a lot," you hissed when he finally pulled your jeans and panty down. Jude shakes his head and locks his lips with yours, breathing heavily, and when you feel his hand touch your sensitive spot, you immediately forget about his teammates, who can walk in any time. “I have dreamed of fucking you in so many places, and the stadium is one of them," he whispers and slowly inserts a finger inside of you while placing a hand over your mouth to silence your moan.

Your vision blur as you remember the first time you guys had sex. It was a couple of months after you started dating him, and he shyly admits that he was a virgin because he had been in love with you and had only wanted you. And you thought you would have to be the one to take charge, but Jude knew what he was doing. It wasn't like he had never jerked off to the thought of you and had watched so many videos to know what he wanted and how to satisfy a woman.

"Jude, you need-" you couldn't voice another word because his fingers were so intense and satisfying that you came right then and there. You really wanted to cum when he was inside of you, but it was normal for Jude to make you cum more than once. "I know, baby, I got you," he whispers.

Jude was about to roll down his shorts when the door slammed open, revealing Kobel. No later than one second, Jude moved you so you were blocked by him, and he pulled your pants up in one motion; the last thing he wanted was for someone to see his girlfriend naked.

You button your jeans and refuse to lookup because you are so embarrassed. This was definitely going to get passed to the team. "Really, Jude?" Kobel asked, his voice sounding a little too amused. "You couldn't wait 15 minutes, dude?"

Jude embarrassedly scratched the invisible itch on his neck and nervously chuckled. "Sorry, mate," he apologized and intertwined your fingers with his. "My girlfriend really needed me," he says. You look up at him, eyes widened. "Don't blame this on me!"

Kobel laughs and shakes his head. "You kids know there is a lock to this door, right?" You slap Jude's arms as he shakes his head. His focus was to get inside his girlfriend, and the last thing on his mind was the lock. "You won't tell the others, right mate?" Jude asked nervously. Kobel smirks and nods his head, "yeah, sure," he said and waved bye to you before he walks off. Yup Jude was going to get teased for the rest of his life.

The next day at practice…

“Hey lover boy! You got something on your neck!”

“Bellingham! Are we seeing little Bellingham soon?”

“Jude do you need to go to the bathroom?”

“Let’s all attend a class on how to lock doors!”

Jude cringes when he hears the words coming from his teammate's mouth. They are so brutal, and they would keep this going for as long as possible; even the coach was enjoying this saying it was Jude’s punishment. He should’ve listened to you and kept his dick in his pant because now he would never hear the end of it. Even his national teammates heard the news, and Trent and Saka had no shame making fun of him.

“You fuck up big time, bro,” Mat pats Jude’s back as he accompanies Jude with his stretches. Jude chuckles and shakes his head, slightly blushing from embarrassment. It was weird; he was like the team's baby and having them know something intimate was embarrassing. “You’ve been dating Y/N for six months now? How’s it going?” Mat asked, very curious to see how the new couple was holding up. “We are great. She’s amazing. But I might be rushing things a bit too much,” Jude shrugs. Mat carefully examines his teammate’s face and knowingly nods. “You liked her for a while now; it’s not weird that you’re rushing stuff. But do try to chill, man,” Mat says. Jude laughs and puts his legs in a butterfly position. “I want to ask her to move in with me, but I am not sure if that’s too fast,” Jude said, a little nervous. “Her ex-boyfriend is also being a dick, constantly throwing shades on social media, and a couple of soccer players use her to get under my skin.”

Mat nods and lays down on the grass, pulling the younger player along. “Does it bother you that much?” Mat asked. Jude sighs and looks up at the clear skin; by now, you should be awake and drinking your favorite coffee while singing to your favorite artist. “She’s getting hated on and slut shamed because they thought she dumped Sarmiento for me. I wish he moved on,” Jude says. Mat nods, agreeing to the statement. “And the other players?” He asked. Jude heavily sighs at that; he hates talking about this to anyone. “A lot of our rival or other players that hate me are following her, liking her photo, and dming her to get under my skin. I trust her because she tells me and shows me messages, but I hate that they’re doing this.”

Mat glances at the frustrated player next to him. He has noticed recently that Jude was acting more anxious and nervous, which worries him a lot because Jude is usually hyper and excited about everything. But noticing how this was a relationship problem, especially when it was about you, Mat can tell that Jude is still insecure about your past relationship and is probably worried that you might leave him. “You know, it’s ok to let her know. Communication is important for a relationship to work. Unless you’re afraid of something.”

Jude immediately turns to Mat with a frightened expression; the older player is the only one that knows about his contract ending and the possibility of him going to Liverpool. If he did accept the contract, he would’ve to move back to the UK, and he won’t do that unless you follow him. “Jude, she doesn’t even know?” Mat asked, his voice noticeably concerned. Jude looks down at the grass, too ashamed to look into the his teammate’s eyes. “I was hoping she would say yes to moving in with me, and then she would see that moving with me is worth it.”

Mat mentally slaps his face and groans while sitting up. He glared at Jude, who is still looking down at the grass. “You got the girl of your dream, and you’re hiding a huge secret from her? I know you’re afraid she would say no because, let’s face it, it’s a lot to ask. She would have to leave her friends behind and change school but shouldn’t you have more faith in her?”

“What do you mean?” Jude asked, finally making eye contact with the older player again. “I mean, if you guys are going to have to be distant, that should be fine. As long as you guys stay loyal and love one another,” Mat shrugged. Jude agrees to that; he does. He has thought about it over and over again, yet the best possible scenario that he wants is for you to follow him. He doesn’t want to leave you behind, especially since the relationship is still fresh, but also, he was afraid you’d leave him.

“And besides, didn’t you join Dortmund because she was accepted into a college here?” Mat asked while standing up and brushing the dirt from his butt. “I’m sure you guys will figure it out, Jude.”

Later that day, Jude called you to come over like he usually would after practice. He wanted to make lunch for you and find the courage to ask you to move in with him. It was fast, he knows, everyone told him that. His parents thought he was moving too fast, his brother called him wiped, his best friend Trent laughed at him, and Kane thought he was too obsessed. It was brutal how honest they were. But they also forgot that you had been his best friend for a long time, so technically, he wasn’t moving too fast.

You can smell the pasta sauce and garlic bread as you walk into Jude's house. You recognized the home cook meal that his mother would make for you guys after his practice, and it was always a comfort meal for the both of you. As you walk into the kitchen, you smile at the sight of your boyfriend. He had a rap song on blast while moving along with the rhythm. As usual, Jude looked comfy in his grey sweatpants and a white cotton shirt that fitted his frame perfectly. You giggle and grab your phone out of your purse and start recording his back. He would hate you for this later, but you know he loves it when you show him off.

“So my boyfriend is making me food while also giving me a good performance,” you said as you started recording. “Look at that handwork,” you said as you moved closer to his side and recorded him stirring the sauce. Jude’s eyes widened after realizing you were here and also recording him. He turned in embarrassment. “Y/N, why didn’t you say you were here?” Jude sighs after you stop recording. You giggle and wrap your arms around his waist. “I mean, you knew I was coming, and I just used the the spare key you gave me,” you shrugged. Jude smiles and kisses the top of your forehead. He could never be mad at you.

“Jude, this is just like your mom’s,” you said as you slurped the pasta in your mouth. Jude smile and finally digs into his food after watching you eat for a bit. “I am glad it is. Don’t you miss my mom's cooking?” He asked. You nod your head quickly and frown, “I wish she was here so she could make us food every day,” you whine. Jude smiled softly and bit his lower lips. He was nervous to ask you, but maybe you’ll find a college in Liverpool to finish your studies. And since you said you missed home cook meals, that can be a start.

“Did you see the rumor that Ronaldo is leaving Manchester United?” You asked. Jude nodded and continued to eat while he listened to you. “Where do you think he’ll go next? It must be tiring having to relocate all the time,” you say. Jude watches as you twirl the pasta onto your fork and sigh. You seemed deadpanned by the idea of having to move every once in a while and he doesn’t blame you, it can be exhausting, but he also wished you liked the idea. “I think he should go wherever his heart desires,” Jude says. He lick his lips and wipe the corner of his mouth and look stare at you while you wait for him to continue. “His wife and kids are also very supportive of him. They go where he goes, and that’s the best support he’ll ever get.”

You examine Jude’s expressions; his brows are a little close together, his hands are fidgeting with one another, his legs are too still, and he is way too weighty with what he just said. You hum and lean on your right hand. “Jude remember when I got accepted into Dortmund University?” You asked. Jude nods and smiles, “yeah, that was two years ago. You were very excited,” he says. You chuckled and nodded, remembering the shocked reaction to the news. “And two days after that you told me, you’ll be joining Borussia Dortmund. I thought it was weird because you always said you wanted to play for a team in England. Looking back, you did that because you wanted to follow me, didn’t you?”

Jude’s eyes widened, and he blushed at your sudden accusation. He tilts his head to the side and awkwardly rubs the back of his neck. “Well, I also wanted to experience new places,” he said, trying to excuse his behavior so you don’t think he is a psychopath. “We have been here for a while now, Jude. I know your contract is ending soon, and if you’re nervous about me not following you, then don’t worry about it.”

Jude sighs in relief, and you see his muscles calm down. “Does that mean?” He asked. You nodded your head, already knowing what he was asking. “You’re crazy if you think I won’t be going back with you to the UK!”

It was official, you had just given him the best news, and now it was really up to him to decide and follow through with the plan. Later on tonight, he’ll break the news to Trent and his brother, who will probably make fun of him, but it’s the reality that he needs, you haven’t officially met Trent yet besides seeing his photos or through video calls, but he knows you’ll get along with him. The rest of the England team hasn’t met you either, but they know you through him and can only form an opinion of you through his gushes.

“Babe,” he whispers as you doze off from a movie playing on the screen. “Hmm?” Jude smiles and kisses your head and pulls you closer to his chest. “Move in with me,” he said. You smile and let out a soft laugh, already knowing that the question was coming soon; you know Jude well enough to know that when he is passionate about something, he’ll make sure to get it by all means. You’re the most important person in his life right now, and he would do anything to have you by his side at all costs. “Why?” You asked. Jude plays with your hair while you relax under his touch. “So we can do this every day.”

5 Weeks Later

“Jude, this is wow!” You said while looking around the expensive interior around you. “I know, right baby, and come on, I can’t wait any longer,” he whispers. You giggle and follow his lead to the private bathroom he speaks highly of.

Today was Jude’s official first day at Liverpool, and he was giving you a tour after his practice. The stadium was much more impressive than his past stadium, and even the training ground seemed more expensive. You also met all his teammates and his friend Trent who was smirking at the both of you the whole time. It wasn’t till he brought up the bathroom incident that you found out why he was smirking.

Jude pushed open the door and immediately locked it and trapped you against it. You chuckle at his eagerness and wrap your arms around his neck. “What are you thinking about?” You asked. Jude smiles and gives you a peck on the lips. “I’m thinking about the short skirt you decided to wear and how I can easily slip my fingers inside,” he says. Jude then trails up your legs, and you gasp when he yanks down your panty. “Gosh, I haven’t done anything, and you’re already soaked,” he groans. You let out a quiet moan and pulled him down for a heated kiss. You would never get tired of his lips, his tongue, his biting, and definitely not his fingers. “I need you to be a good girl and stay quiet ok?” He asked. You nodded, and he gently placed a kiss on your forehead. Jude groans when his hand finally meets your slit, rubbing it as he breathes down your neck. He was about to insert his finger when a sudden voice startled the both of you.

“Ahum, Bellingham? You might want to take this somewhere else.”

You froze, and so did Jude. He moves his hands out of your skirt, dragging the panty up along the way. Jude slowly turns around and mentally slaps himself when he sees Trent and two other teammates standing five feet away. Trent had an embarrassed look, while his other two teammates were horrified. “We-we didn’t mean to interrupt, but this is the locker room, and we kind of was already here, sorry,” Núñez says while blushing massively.

You whimpered behind Jude and clung to his shirt. This was so embarrassing, and the first time they ever met you; you made such a good impression, and now they probably hate you. “Oh, sorry, I thought this was a private bathroom,” Jude embarrassedly explained. “Yeah, it’s two doors down. The door looks the same. Maybe that was why you’re confused,” Dijk shrugged. Jude chuckled nervously, and everyone stayed silent.

It was a long silence between the four teammates while they stared at one another. On the other hand, you are still hiding behind Jude, trying to magically disappear from the room. You really hope words don't get passed around like the other time.

It must have been about five minutes of awkward silence when Trent broke it. “You owe us food for one month, Bellingham.” You look up to see the back of your boyfriend’s head nodding. At least they would keep silent about the incident, even if it meant Jude being their lunch lady for a month.

“I hate you,” you mumbled when you guys were finally in his car. “No, you don’t, baby. Sorry,” he says, trying to make you forgive him. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. “Why are you such a horn dog? You couldn’t hold it until we get home?” You asked. Jude was taken aback by your question and pointed the finger at you. “I wouldn’t want to fuck you all the time if you didn’t take my virginity. Now I’m addicted to you,” he said. You blushed and hit his arm, causing him to yelp. “Don’t say embarrassing stuff like that!”

“It’s true, though,” you heard him mutter before he drove off. "Besides, it's not like the boys are innocent themselves."

You roll your eye and start playing the song that he loves to sing to you. "Ugh, don't tell me you are going to start recording me again," Jude groaned, remembering when his former club mates made fun of him. "Come on, babe, your other girlfriends want to see more of you," you teased while preparing your phone to record. Jude chuckles, thinking of the numerous TikTok edits about him using the stuff you put out there. "Ugh, fine, only because it makes you happy," he said. You cheer and kiss him on the right cheek before he starts singing Thinking Out Loud.

Side Note:

Anyone here uses Wattpad? I was thinking of making a Jude x reader fanfiction but an Instagram theme, but only if you want that.

#jude bellingham #bellingham #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham fic #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham imagine #england nt #jude bellingham x reader #futball #borussia dortmund #liverpool #fifawordcup2022 #qatar world cup #england nt imagine #england

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multifandomfanfic · 1 year

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can you write something for hector bellerin ? plss !!

like a angst with reader being insecure about her body ? thanks already.

Stretch Marks

Héctor Bellerín x reader

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Thanks for the request! It was nice to get one that wasn’t for Messi or Ronaldo! :))))

Your torso twisted and turned, trying to make itself as attractive as possible. You contorted every which way, but the mirror never reflected what you wanted. You slid the jacket on your shoulders again. It made no difference; it still fell just short of the slits in your dress. You ripped it off and flung it to who-knows-where.

You had tried on the same dress three times in the span of ten minutes; each time you threw it onto the floor to wrinkle, only to begrudgingly try it on again. No matter what you did to the dress, no matter what bit of fabric you readjusted or pins you used, your stretchmarks refused to be hidden.

At this point, it was like they had always been there. You had gone through a massive growth spurt as a teen. It was no big deal at the time; in fact, you had been ecstatic that you were becoming like the women who graced the covers of magazines and ads you saw at the store. Now you weren’t as thrilled.

The growth spurt left permanent pink and white marks on your stomach and thighs. Permanent proof that it had happened.

When Hector had bought you the dress, you thought nothing of it, not seeing the low slits on each side. It was an issue now. He would be heartbroken if you did not wear it, but he would understand. He would have to understand.

The alarm clock on your bedside table suddenly caught your attention. 7:23pm.

“Shit,” you mumbled. Hector and you had to leave at 7:30 on the dot. The restaurant had been hesitant to reserve you a table with hardly a week’s notice; it was only Hector’s fame that made them change their mind.

You tugged the fabric of your dress down one more time. The cut-outs were both just low enough to reveal the discoloration on your skin. It was so obvious, so... embarrassing. The marks were glaringly different from everything else. It was as if there was a sign next to them saying “Look at me!” You groaned. You couldn’t let anyone see them. This dress would not do.

Within seconds you had pulled the dress over your head for the fourth time and thrown it on the bed. It was gorgeous even crumpled on your unmade bed. But, paparazzi would be hounding you from the moment you stepped out of the car. They would be pointing their cameras in your face. Each flash and click would mean one more picture of the imperfections on your sides.

If there was any way you could prevent them from seeing your stretch marks, you would do it.

You checked the clock. 7:26pm. You cast the doors to your closet wide open, ignoring them as they hit the wall with a thud. Rows and rows of beautiful clothes greeted you, but none of them were what you wanted.

A knock came from the door of your shared bedroom. You had kicked Hector out, wanting to surprise him when you donned the dress for the first time. His disappointment was a small price to pay.

“Mi amor,” his voice sounded through the room, “May I come in?”

“One moment, please!”

You could sense him checking his watch and sighing. There was not a moment to spare, but you had to find another perfect dress. Even if it was impossible. Other futball players’ girlfriends’ didn’t show their stretchmarks (if they even had any)--why should you?

“We don’t have much time! I already know you look gorgeous in that dress.”

You groaned in frustration, a silk blouse scrunched in your hand. None of the clothes in your closet would do. None of them were good enough, none of them were nice enough, none of them were what Hector picked out. If only the other dress didn’t have those stupid slits.

“One more m-,” you began as you walked back into the bedroom, but were quickly interrupted from beyond the door. “Honey, considering what we put him through to get these reservations, the manager might have a heart attack if we’re not there on time! Besides, I want to show off my beautiful girlfriend.”

It rolled off of Hector’s tongue like a compliment, but it carried the pain of an insult. You weren’t beautiful. The most perfect dress in the world didn’t even look good on you.

“Well, what if I don’t want to go anymore?”

You huffed and fell back onto your shared bed. That was it. You rubbed your eyes, the tears already starting to form. Hector would understand. He had never said anything about your stretch marks before, but he had to find them as hideous as you did. The door squeaked as it opened. Hector’s steps creaked on the floor of your bedroom until he was right next to you, standing on the rug. You turned and buried your face into a pillow. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

The soft fabric absorbed your tears, “I don’t want to go out anymore.”

Hector’s laid his palm on your upper back, “I know that’s not true… but, you don’t have to tell me the truth if you don’t want to.”

A sob erupted from deep within your chest. Months of doubt came flooding out in the form of tears. You weren’t good enough for Hector Bellerin. You never would be. He was a world-class athlete, someone millions of men want to be and millions of women want to be with. You were a girl with an ugly body without your own claim to fame.

But none of those feelings properly came out into words.

Instead, Hector made his way to the bathroom and returned with a new tissue box. He placed one into your hand.

“Thank you,” you sniffled. You sat up straight and wiped your eyes.

“Of course.”

The room was quiet. The clock on your bedside table flashed 7:39, but neither of you made any move to leave. Hector wrapped his arm around your shoulders; your head instinctively rested on his.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

You opened your mouth to speak. How were you to word this?

“Do you… do you like being seen with me?” you finally spat out. You kept your head down and fiddled with the tissue in your hand.

Hector turned to face you, “Is that why you don’t want to go to dinner? Y/N, I love you from the bottom of my heart. Why wouldn’t I like being seen with you?” “But my stretch marks, Hector! This dress shows them!” you exclaimed, lifting your head off of his shoulder and meeting his gaze, “And don’t forget the extra weight I can’t get rid of and–!”

Hector grabbed your hand, “Y/N, stop it.”

“Excuse me?”

“Stop it, please,” Hector repeated, “That all means nothing to me.”

You rolled your eyes and sighed, “Yeah, right.”

“They don’t, Y/N. If I was embarrassed to go out with you, I wouldn’t have begged that poor manager to get us a reservation!” he said, “I love you for many reasons, Y/N, and the fact that you are absolutely gorgeous is only a part of it.”

You looked down at the slits. The marks were still there, but they did not look as bad as they had before. They were just marks on your skin–everyone has them.

“You really don’t mind them?” you said.

“I don’t,” he replied, an all-to-familiar smirk growing on his face, “In fact, they mark exactly where I hold on to you when w–”

“Stop!” you exclaimed, giggling as he pulled you closer and peppered kisses down your jaw and neck, “We have to go!”

“I thought you said you didn’t want to.” “I’ve changed my mind,” you replied, sliding off the bed onto your feet and running your fingers through your hair, “but I would be happy to continue this afterward.”

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