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I want to request (if you are accepting requests) something with Sergio where he's too overwhelmed with training and stressed with some business and when reader and him are at it he calls her the wrong name and she doesn't let her explain and it's angsty but at the end she talks with him because she saw how he's not doing well at a match and they fix it and maybe a fluffy ending ❤️ please ❤️
𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Sergio Ramos x Female Reader
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As you sit in your apartment, waiting for Sergio to come home from training, you can feel the tension building inside you. You've been arguing a lot lately, and it's starting to take a toll on your relationship. Sergio has been so stressed with his soccer training and his business ventures that he's been snapping at you more than usual.
When he finally comes home, you can tell he's in a bad mood. He's quiet as he takes off his shoes and walks into the living room.
"What's wrong?" you ask, your voice gentle.
"Nothing," he says shortly.
You can feel your frustration building. You know something is bothering him, and you want to help, but he won't talk to you. This is how it has been going for some weeks now.
"Please, Sergio," you say, trying to keep your voice calm. "I can tell something's wrong. Talk to me."
He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "It's just everything," he says finally. "I'm so overwhelmed with training and trying to manage my business. I feel like I can't keep up with everything."
"I know it's a lot," you say, reaching out to take his hand. "But you don't have to do it all alone. Is there anything I can do for you?..... I'm here for you. We're a team, remember?"
He looks at you, and for a moment, you think he might open up. But then his expression darkens.
"You don't understand," he says, his voice rising. "You don't know what it's like to have all this pressure on you all the time."
Your heart sinks as he lashes out at you. You know he's stressed, but you don't deserve to be treated this way.
"I understand more than you think," you say, your voice shaking with anger. "I may not be a futebol player, but I have my own stresses and pressures to deal with."
He looks at you, his eyes flashing. "Oh, really? What pressures do you have, Jocelyn?"
Hearing him mention the name of a different girl—specifically, his ex—makes your eyes expand and heart drop. With the media continuously comparing you to her, hearing him call you her name felt like a slap in the face.
