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this is a side blog. i love making stories and i am still learning day by day. your comments and feedback are welcomed and appriciated. request me on ask box! or just a talk maybe?

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Hi guys! it’s been a year since i wrote for this side blog. Currently I have about 42 requests on my ask box, and don’t worry, I noted them all. But please be patient, I’m looking for inspiration to write everyday :”)

I am sorry for the grammar mistakes, I do am still learning and english definitely not my first language. and, please don’t hesitate if you want to ask something :)

with ❤,

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Hello :) Can I request an imagine with C.Ronaldo when he's jealous please ? (Like about your best guy friend?) Thank you 😘

Hello! this must not be something like you’ve expected, sorry. but i hope you like this :)

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Sherlock

24. There must be at least 20 of them

As I walked out of the bathroom, I saw Cristiano at the end of the room, lying comfortably in bed, eyes locked on the phone with sounds effect echoed in our bed room. 

“What are you doing, babe?” I asked as I dried my hair with my towel in front of the mirror, giving him my back.

“Hmm?”

“What are you doing?” I repeated the question. I waited for three seconds and no answers from him. I turned my body facing him; his plump lips puckered still not moving.

I sighed, walking closer to him and peek on the screen, which I can’t really see clearly.

“Babe”

“Yes? 

“Who’s Henry Austen?”

“The one who I introduced to you when you pick me up last time, the blonde one” I answered; I looked at his reflection in the mirror, still not moving but looking a bit more stern than before.  

“Sergi dos Santos?”

“Who?!” I quickly put my moisturizer in the drawer and turned facing him, “Why are you asking?”

“Who’s Sergi dos Santos?”

“Cristiano!”

“What?!” He finally put down my phone on the bed, and raised his head, reading me skeptically.

“What’s wrong?”

He sighed, turning his face away from me, and I know that’s what he does when he’s bothered with something. We have been dating for 1,5 years now and I definitely know when Cristiano is upset, and what makes him upset.  I had to admit that it is not unlikely to see Cristiano jealous, sometimes he even asked about who are my classmates and if they’re handsome just to make sure.

“Is something wrong, babe?” I asked again, calming down my tone this time.

“Would you mind answering my question? Who is Sergio dos Santos?”

“My high school friend…and now can you please explain why?” I crossed my hand in my chest. I no longer can be patient with this act. Of course he did not look satisfied with my tone.

He got up from the bed, resting his muscular body on the headboards and took a deep breath, “Okay, before I explain anything, how many guys are there in your classes?”

He did not look amuse when I snorted, “Well, there are 7 classes in a week, and there are approximately 50 to 52 people in one class, I think half of them are men”

“Oh my God! There must be at least 20 of them!” he shouted, did not look pleased at all.

“Oh my God, Cristiano Ronaldo, just spill it!”

It took 10 seconds of silence before the sound of him taking a deep breath broke the silence, “Do you know the ‘sherlock’ application?”

I tried my best to resist the laugh that about to burst. Actually my friend was talking about this application earlier in the day, it’s the application that can track people who stalked your instagram account and sorting it down based on how often they opened your instagram account, “No, I don’t know, what about it?”

“It’s an app”

“And?”

“And it can tell you who stalked you on instagram”

“And?”

The defeated look on his face made me want to just jump on him and shower him with kisses, Cristiano must log on the app with my account and saw who stalked me. “Henry Austen and Sergi dos Santos were on your top ten. Why would they stalked you? Imagine if all the boys in your class too!”

I put a surprise look on my face, those two are my friends and I don’t see a reason why he needs to be jealous over them. “Well, sometimes when I saw them or when we hung out on break time in cafeteria, I asked them to like my picture, and don’t worry all the boys in my class are not interested in me. Even if they’re, they won’t have the guts since they know who my boyfriend is” I let a small laugh, “Please Ronnie, they’re nothing compared to you” Walking across the room, I sat beside him and hold his hand, “you know you’re being unreasonably jealous now, right?”

“Yeah…”

I giggled and ruffling his hair with my hand before stroking his cheeks. “Are one of them my number one stalker?”

“No”

“Then who?”

He snickered before answering my question, “Me”

As we laugh, he leaned over and pulled me down for a deep kiss. That kiss was full of tension, yet he’s still careful as he rolled and made him sat on top of me before taking of his shirt. My silly Cristiano❤

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Thank you for the Erik Durm OS :) by the way all your works are AMAZING.

my pleasure :D and thanks for reading my story :)))

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Erik durm 100 :)

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A Good Help

100.  They couldn’t believe it was finally over.

“What’s up with you today? You’re smiling ear to ear like an idiot”

 “Shut up!” silly Erik Durm smiled widely like a donkey, hands still on the wheel as we drove our way to his parents’ house. His wearing a navy blue sweater I gave him for Christmas, which made me a bit happy today.

“Okay, so remind me why are we making our long way to your parents’ today?”

“Because my mum won a gold medal in cooking competition 

“Gold medal?” 

“Well, I don’t exactly know” he shrugged, “at least she got the first place and we promised her to celebrate her achievement.” I was about to say something and he cut me off again, “Of course I know you must have something to do today, I know, but I know over a fact that you are a very good friend that you’re willing to do a lot to make me happy and that is why I take you too!” he beamed as he shoot a quick glance at me. 

Right, of course, I am his best friend, just best friend. Erik and I have been friends since forever, middle school to be exact. I was a transfer student in the last year of middle school, and he was this kind, enthusiastic little guy who’s so kind to befriend me. 

His family is like my very own family, his hilarious little brothers, his mum and dad who are so kind, caring, loving and very supportive of their sons. They’re there whenever Erik had an away games, and of course they wanted me to tag along and gave our fully support to him.

People said that a boy and a girl can not be just friends, and I can’t deny that since I am as well, recognized that I have developed a feelings for him, Erik, my best friend. I don’t think he ever acknowledged my feelings, since I tried to hide those as deep as possible. It broke my heart too, watching his then girlfriend kissing him whenever she wanted or her taking care of my Erik since she is the girlfriend of Erik Durm, his best friend like me. 

I cried myself to sleep when he got injured, trying to fake a smile when I visited him in the hospital or in his place, trying to entertain him to forget about his pain. And he was always there too, whenever I got in trouble, he’d come as fast as he could to my place just to make sure I’m okay. Although he always notices whenever I hide things from him, fortunately he still hasn’t found out about my feelings. I never wished we shared the mutual feelings, I’m thankful enough to have him as my best friend, I only wish this feelings to be gone soon and made our relationship to be just full of joy and love as a friend.

Suddenly I felt a slight pain in my left ear, Erik was pulling my ear. “Erik!!!!”

“What are you thinking? Why are you so quiet? Get yourself together we’re almost there!”

“Let me go, Erik. God, what’s gotten into you? Sugar rush? Are you drunk?” Erik laughed as he let my ear go, I rubbed it quickly and crossed my arms on my chest.

“Come on, don’t be mad.” We’re already at his parents’ driveway, I could see some of his family members from the window, and they’re really celebrating something. “Let’s go”

I sighed before I unbuckle myself, Erik’s already waiting for me so he could lock the car door. I exhaled deeply, before entering the house after Erik.

“ERRRIIIK!” His little cousin run towards the door and just crashed to Erik’s leg, hugging them tightly. He picked the little boy up on one arm and kissed his rosy cheek.

“(y/n)!” I turned myself and saw his mother with her arms open, “I missed you!”

“Hi! I missed you too! Congratulations!”

“For what?” She withdraws herself, looking confused, I saw her and Erik exchange glance, “oh! Thank you my dear, you’re such a sweetheart” she pulled me back into another hug.

“Okay guys I need a moment here please!” Erik’s voice broke the excite moment, everyone in the room now turning themselves facing him. He took a deep breath, looking at me with his silly crooked smile that I like.

“Okay, um… Since I’ve got my mum, dad and my sister’s permission to do this, it’s only one left now…”

“Whoo! Erik!” I think it’s one of his uncles’ shout broke the silence; Erik shrugged it of with a smile. He looked at his mum and dad for a second before turning back to me.

“Oh well, (y/n), I want to be honest with you…” he said that I replied with just a confused look. “I had a major depression in  high school” “WHAT?”

“Yeah, like you know… feelings of worthlessness, sometimes even suicidal thoughts”

“What? Erik! How can I not notice that, Erik? Oh my God, I’m such a horrible friend” My eyes felt like it burns, I want to cry so bad, Erik’s mum put her arm around my shoulder to sooth me down. I looked at him with a troubled gaze, looking for more explanation.

“Of course. You probably never picked up on it because I couldn’t help but smile when I was around you. You’re the reason I made it trough. My family, they couldn’t believe it was finally over because of you, and that is why…”

I gasped at the moment Erik reach to the back of his jeans and got down on one knee, there was no fancy box, but there is indeed a ring on his right hand and he’s bending on one knee!

“(y/n), like John Legend said, you’re my muse, my own reflection, my rhythm and blues, you have helped me through anything I have been trough since God knows when, and I’d like it to be forever, or at least as long as I’m alive. So….will you do me the honor of marrying me? I know that this is so sudden, I will not protest if you need time to think or whatever your decision is… I will accept that all my heart” he put his left hand on his heart, crossing his chest, and he looked down.

I was still speechless; everything happened in a flash, I really don’t know how to react. I do have feelings for him, but…

“Yes, I will” But thinking of it again, Erik is the only one who can endure me, all with my rollercoaster sensitive emotion, he’d been trough a lot because of me, and he’s still here. So I have no reason to say no.

He beamed as he stood up, he asked for my right hand and put a ring on my ring finger. He pulled me for a small kiss on my lips; it’s actually our first kiss.

With a loud cheer on the background he whispered, “I wasn’t thinking where to put the box of the ring actually, so I left the box in my room and put the ring on my pocket. Sorry.” which made me chuckle. Erik Durm everyone, my best friend, and also my future husband.

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Hey could you do 26 with Hector or Alex Ox?

here you go :)

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It’s Always You

26.  And these past days, I finally learn.

They said things would get harder when you’re engaged, and I guess it’s true. Just two weeks after my boyfriend, Hoector Bellerin got down on one knee, I found out that he had tinder on his phone, fucking tinder.  Why would he need tinder on his phone? Looking for some chicks to bang?

It was last night when I found out about the tinder thing. I already knew his password but I wasn’t the possessive type so I never checked his phone whatsoever to appreciate his privacy, but somehow the women’s instinct kicked when Hector was taking a shower and left his phone on the nightstand next to our bed. I was astounded. Of course lots and lots of girls would swipe right, it’s fucking Hector Bellerin of Arsenal! 

I read the chats, yes, plural of course. He didn’t reply when the girl asked, “are you really hector bellerin?”. But then there’s one in particular that made my heart on the edge, it was Berta’s best friend. For those who not know, Berta is Hector’s ex-girlfriend. The chat was about this girl asking Hector why he’s on tinder and if Hector is now single. Hector did not answer to any of that question, instead he asked how’s Berta doing and it was just A WEEK ago.

Taken aback, lost for words, stunned, whatever the word is I was really enraged. Jealous you can say, but why in the world he needs to do that? He’s fucking engaged.

“Did I do something wrong?” it was Hector, kneeling down to match my eyes, I was sitting in the sofa ignoring everything he said before, and of course I know that he know there is definitely something wrong.

I shifted my eyes, watching him carefully before answering to his question, “What do you think?”

“I don’t know, babe. You’re the one who’s been ignoring me since last night.” He sighed, still kneeling and watching me intensely.

“Do I?”

“Don’t you? You turned your back against me, you didn’t wake me up this morning, no breakfast or juice or whatever, not even a single ‘good morning’! What’s up with you?” I know that I irritate him and he’d explode anytime now so I turned my face against him.

“(y/n)…”, he whispered in a soft sweet voice, surprisingly in contrary to what I predicted, “I love you, and you know that.” His warm fingers started to stroke my hair, making a war in my heart. “I’m sorry if I hurt you somehow. I hate to see you like this, I hate when you’re not talking to me… so please tell me what did I do wrong?” 

“Tinder” I heard him gasped after a word came out from me. 

“(y/n)! I’m so sorry, I’m so-so sorry. I’m deeply sorry. I love you, I always have.” He pulled me into hug, which I didn’t restrain since I’m actually too tired to have an argument now. 

Within one minute of silence, I heard him sobbing which made a war inside my head whether to turn back and hug him or just stay like this until he gave further explanation and decide to forgive or not.

“Remember we fought last week over your ex boyfriend?” He said softly between the sobs, “I was really disappointed when you choose to be out with your friends instead of accompanying me to Chambo’s, and there was your ex-boyfriend there, and all your guy best friends. I don’t know if I’ll be able to cope my jealousy towards your friend, and what would happen if I can’t and we’re already married?” 

“Are you doubti-“

“No!!! No-no, I’m not doubting my decision to marry you. Listen…” he turned my body facing him, caressing my cheek. “It was one week ago, okay? You can see that I didn’t reply her again after a day. And these past days, I finally learned that it was because of I can’t imagine watching you be with anyone else but me. You are my one. The moment I stopped trying to find the right woman, and started trying to become the right man, you walked up to me and said ‘Hello’, even with such a strange accent, you got me that night”

“Hector….”

“I am sorry. I promised myself to never do that again.” He put a strand of hair behind my left ears, “Now, if you forgive me, I will ask your permission to kiss you”

With those stupid eyes, stupid pointy nose and his silly smile, I melted. Remembering every moment I have spent with him over last two years, he’s also the one. “Kiss me”

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Hello! Thank you for requesting me the 100 prompts challenge! I keep it in my ask box so that I’ll wrote it in request order. I’m going to post stories in next few days, since my midterm test will be going on this week. Once again, thank you for the request!

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hi could you do 92. with calum chambers or alex oxlade chamberlain? Love your writing btw

I decided to go with alex in this story since i’ve got a lot of calum’s. I hope you like it!

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No Longer A Fairytale

92.  She won’t talk to me anymore.  Are you happy now?

 “She won’t talk to me anymore. Are you happy now?”

That was the words I shouted to Alex when he dragged me out of the nightclub I’ve been in. I wasn’t usually the type of girl that goes out to party all night, I was pissed at Alex because he was too busy with work and that was the reason why he couldn’t be there for me when I have problems with my studies and my family.

I texted one of my close friends, telling how pissed I was with Alex, and she told me just to come with her and forget him and I stupidly said yes. It was one of the friend Alex had reminded me to be careful around, that friend literally live for the party, and he thought that she’s not a good influence for me. He shouted at her in front of everyone before taking me out, he called her a slut for encouraging me to do what I did tonight. I was heavily drunk, I babbled nonsense like crazy people, I was punching him nonstop calling him a jerk and he had to carry me down to his car to get me move.

That was all I could remember from last night before I woke up. The familiar decoration made me realized that I was in our bedroom. My vision was turning around when I tried to stand up, so I slumped down again in my bed. I found a glass of milk in the nightstand with a piece of paper.

I drank down the milk and tried to read what it was written on the paper but still felt too dizzy that the writings became blurry. It took me about an hour before I finally read them.

“Hey. I apologize for being rude last night. I was truly rude for calling names to your friends, no matter how bad, she is your friend. I don’t want to be such over protective boyfriend that proscribe his girlfriend to socialize and everything. I want you to be happy. So please tell me if you think she is a good friend for you, I will apologize to her in person. I just don’t want you to hurt yourself somehow, I know you’re more responsible than me but… maybe I’m scared because you mean more to me than any other person.

I’m sorry for not being there for you when you need me. I know you’ve been very supportive of me in this busy month, with the international duty and the club activities I couldn’t help to be not busy, and it’s very hard for me to maintain my time. I apologize for spending time with my friend too much, and neglected you. I’ve been in the worst states of mind in those times too and every time I saw you, my problems disappeared.

Love, I need you to know that you’re still my priority above everything. (Even though you always remind me not to put my parents first, but I know you secretly happy, right?) You are my priority, and you can always count on me. I will be there for you I swear, I will support you. But I apologize in advance, because you know, you’re the best partner for me, and here I am, I made you feel lonely.

 I may not get to see you as often as I like. I may not get to hold you in my arms all through the night. But deep in my heart I truly know you’re the one that I love. I can’t promise to fix all of your problems, but I can promise you won’t face them all alone.

I love you, I really do.

The only one in your heart,

Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain.

P.S. I guess you’d be dead sick when you woke up since you drunk your ass off last night. So I made the milk for you, I hope it’d be still warm when you woke up since I have to go for morning practice. And I’m sorry for being extremely cheesy, when I saw your innocent sleeping face just now, I just fall for you all over again”

The sound of the door being open made me turn to face whoever behind it, and it was Alex with his tired face slowly making his way to our room, “Did you just woke up? It’s almost 4pm!” A slow smile worked its way across his face and into his eyes. “Oh! Did you just cry?!”

Without even waiting for him to move, I ran up to him and hugged him. I buried my face in the crook of his neck; his scent was soothing me down. “What’s wrong?”

As an answer, I showed his letter in front of his face. “You wrote this?” I knew he wrote this, it was his handwriting and his language, but it was so touching and so surprising since it came from Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain. The happy tears couldn’t stop running down my face.

“Well, it was totally Gibbo’s idea but- For God sake, stop crying!” His hand slid down the side of my face in a warm caress, his fingers finally cupping my chin and lifting it.

“You wrote this.”

“As matter of fact, yes I did.”

“I’m sorry, Alex. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for everything I regre-”

“No, I am sorry.”

He punctuated his statement with soft kiss on my lips, and hard as it was to admit, the kiss had awakened me as effectively as the prince did sleeping beauty. Well, our love is not as perfect as in the fairytales, but all I now is that I’ve found my prince charming.  

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You’re My Wish

89.  I can’t believe she decided to go through with it!

 “I can’t believe she decided to go through with it! I told her to turn down the job offer! Now she just left without saying anything!” I heard the sound of what seems like someone hitting the table really hard. “Did she say anything to you?”

“No. I only heard from the driver.” I knew that was Serdar’s voice answering Mesut’s question. I tried my hard not to laugh since I knew Serdar was lying.

Mesut was obviously upset when he found out I left the city for the job offer I just got one week ago, or that’s what he thought. I pretended to ask him again about the job offer via text message this afternoon, which his answer was still no, and I told him that he slowed my way down. He replied again, saying sorry and he never intended to do that, but I purposely didn’t reply him.

Serdar and I were in a mission where we have to make Mesut as upset as possible; it was his birthday after all. I already wishing him birthday this morning before he left for training, but that seems not enough. So here I was, hiding myself in the guest bathroom waiting for my cue to come out. I have prepared the birthday cake and balloons with me too.

I heard him shout in anger, a glimpse of guilt grew inside me. I never like watching Mesut mad, when we’re together he was the patience one, and I was his opposite. Hearing him like this just made me wanted to run and hug him, stopping him from being furious. But I had to hold it for another few minutes.

“She turned off her phone! Fuck it!”

Oh no, here comes the swearing.

“Das is ja Kinderkacke. Scheiss drauf” He just called me childish.

“Eh man, locker bleiben. Take it easy.” Serdar was definitely trying to calm him down.

“This is really annoying! She never listen, she always do what she wants. She never listens. I will always be the one who give way to her. I don’t want her to get the job because I just want to spend my birthday with her! Not that I want to slow down her career! Puta!”

“You know she loves you. We love you”  That was my cue to show up!

I quickly grabbed the lighter and lit on the candle above the cake. With cake on my right hand and balloons on my left, I opened the door with my elbow, walking slowly to the living room, where Mesut and Serdar was.

“Zum Geburtstag viel Glück.

Zum Geburtstag viel Glück….”

I made my way to the living room while singing. I saw Mesut’s frowning face slowly turned to grin and it’s getting wider. He stood up from his seat facing me before looking at Serdar who’s helping me singing with mischievous look on his face.

“…Zum Geburtstag, liebe Mesut.

Zum Geburtstag viel Glück!”

I stopped in front of Mesut, he was smiling ear to ear. “Make sure you say your wish before blowing the candle” I reminded. Serdar was busy capturing the moment with his phones.

Mesut blew the candle right away, “I told you to make a wish first!”

“No need to. I already got my wish before I even ask.” He smiled proudly while taking the cake off of my hand, putting it in the coffee table. He stood straight back again; he closed the distance between us and hugged me tightly. “Happy to meet you at last.” He said in sarcasm tone, but his arms around me got tighter.

“Me too. What’s your wish by the way?”

He took one step away without breaking the hug, just so that we could stare at each other. “To spend the night on my birthday with you”

I put my arms around his neck, leaned forward and stood on my toes as I planted a lingering kiss on his lips and drew back. “I’m glad you got your wish Herr Özil. Once again, happy birthday.”

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I love your story especially in number 15. That's so sweet.. Could you make the number 56 for me? I request, Cristiano Ronaldo.. Thank you :)

Thank you! Do you like Ibi too? This is your request :D

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Little Help

56. Run, lady, run!

I was sure there’s something wrong with my body, it’s not because the two boys just ran way in front of me, but it was because the sudden blackout and the blurry visions I had. We were doing our routine runs in our neighborhood as usua, I checked the watch on my wrist to see that it’s 16:37 meaning that I was just running for about 22 minutes. I drank from my water bottle hoping that it would be just effect of exhaustion.

When the blur started to disappear, I ran again, gaining my speed so I could get closer to the boys. “Cristiano!” I called the man running about 100 ft. in front of me, as I expected he turned his head back and so did Junior. Without even slowing his pace he whispered something to the little man followed with both giggling after, and that’s when I know that he was definitely making jokes on me.

“Run, Lady, Run!” He suddenly increased his speed and run away, followed by the little boy’s step waddled to follow his Papai as fast as he could.

I tried my hard to run after them only about 10 seconds later my visions started getting darker and darker. I tried to drink few gulps of water but it didn’t get away like before, my head felt like it’s going to explode, and finally my legs gave away. I slumped down to the ground, both hand holding my head.

I literally had no more energy to call Cristiano for help; I just wished the pain to be gone. I tried to maintain my breath when I felt little hand trying to take my hand away from my head. “Mãe! Mãe! Are you okay?

I knew it was Cristiano Jr., his right hand held my hand tightly, and another hand was trying to massage my leg. I tried to give him a reassuring smile as answer. “Pai-Papai! Come here quick! I think Mãe’s sick!”

“I’m okay, I just need a little rest. I’m not as strong as you two.” I said almost in a whisper. Thankfully, my visions getting better only if I stayed in place.

“What happened?” Cristiano squatted down, his eyes was full of concern, as he looked straight at me.

“I’m okay! Just need rest, you two can continue running, I’ll be waiting for both of you at home.” I waved my hand gesturing it was nothing serious, I knew I had low blood pressure.

His hand reaching for my forehead to check my temperature, “You’re cold,” and now moving down to my wrist. I saw him counting quietly to check my pulse, “I told you not to work yesterday but you insist.”

Here we go again.

“This is what happens when you don’t listen. You know your body, you work in health area, you learn about health but you didn’t even pay attention to your own body!”

“Pai! Can we get her to the house now?” Junior’s little words stopped his Pai from his usual nagging. Cristiano was always extra concern about health, he noticed that I was looking a bit pale yesterday when I was about to go to work, he told me to call in sick but I didn’t listen.

“Yeah.” He nodded; his face was red, looking a bit upset. For some people that could be offending, but for me, I knew he just care too much. “Can you walk?” He stood up, extending his hand for me to hold.

I tried to balance my body only to almost slump down again, but before that Cristiano and Junior catch both of my hands. “Mamãe, I think Papai should carry you”

“Nooo. I can walk but I need you to keep holding my hand.”

Junior’s face lit up in excitement, “Yes! So I can transfer my energy to you, and Papai will hold your hand too, so you will be extra strong like Pai and me.”

I caressed his hair and smiled to him before I turned my head to check on my husband’s expression, it was better. “Please listen to me next time and stop making me worry” He placed a kiss on my forehead before taking my hand with him.

“Thank you for helping me looking after Mãe, buddy. I owe you ice cream”

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My Princess

79.  He couldn’t sleep in that bed no matter how hard he tried.

The smile that grew in Rafinha’s face was getting bigger when he saw his best friend standing in front of his house. “Why didn’t you text me first?” He slapped Neymar’s cap before hugging him.

“Why? You don’t want to see me?” He asked back jokingly. He put his right hand behind Rafinha’s back, and left hand still holding mine. “We just want to see how you’ve been.”

“Hi!” Rafinha shoot a smile to me, leaning on the door. “Well, as you can see, I’m still injured, but now in much better condition” He grinned as Neymar took a small step inside his house.

“Of course you are. Somebody has been taking a good care of you.” Ney pointed his finger to the living room where I finally noticed the feminine figure arranging the pillow on the couch. It’s Rafinha’s girlfriend. “Now I see why you asked me why didn’t I text you. You’re occupied, huh?”

“Ney!”  I slapped my boyfriend’s arm lightly, and a dry laugh escaped from Rafinha’s lips, his face turned slightly red from embarrassment.

“It’s okay, he had done worse.” Rafinha answer lightly, he then turned his head back to where his girlfriend is, “Babe, we’ve got company here!” He shouted to inform his girlfriend on the other room, “Anyway, why are you guys still standing there? Come in!”

“You wouldn’t let us since we interrupted your business!” Neymar’s short remark made us chuckle.

We’re walking inside the living room when a thin hand grasped my arm, making me turn facing the figure in front of me, “Hi! Long time no see! Neymar is always keeping you busy, huh?” She pulled me into a small embrace.

“No, it was definitely Rafinha.” I answered when she let me go, and then moved to lean closer to Neymar. With the crutch in his right arm, Rafinha moved himself next to his girlfriend, his left arm pulling her closer to him before he placed a kiss on her forehead. I noticed the red burst on her cheek when she stole a glance at us checking if we saw that coming.

“I guess it’s me since I’m not sharing this one.” Neymar put his arm around me before dragging me down to the couch. He was never the romantic type, and was never like any kind of public display affection, even in front of his close friend. So that line of words that tumbled from his lips somehow strange for me, but I was secretly happy since maybe he noticed a little bit of jealousy that I felt when I saw the couple who’s now sitting in front of us.

She was still making sure Rafinha sat in a comfortable position when he uselessly convinced her that he was okay. When she sat down, Rafinha made sure that there was no distance between them as he put his arms around her, pulling her head leaning to his broad shoulder.

“Sorry for bothering you guys,” Neymar started the conversation, “This girl here insisted that as a good friend, I have to check on you, not just texting asking how you’ve been.” He titled his head to my side, indicating that the girl he meant was me.

“Of course you have to! Your goal dedication would be useless if you don’t come to check on Rafa in person!” The couple in front of us laughed at me nagging back to Neymar.

They looked at each other’s eyes before she answered, “That’s okay! Rafa was so happy when he saw him dedicated his goal for him! And of course the Instagram post too! By the way, Ney, what’s with the ‘Princesa’? He insisted that he didn’t want to tell me” She pouted her lips and turned to Rafinha only to get a small peck on that pursed lips.

The hand Neymar put above my leg made me notice that I have moved myself closer to him unconsciously, “It was the silly joke between us because he’s such a spoiled kid.”

“Tell me the whole story!” she begged, Rafinha only shook his head in disagree. But I knew Ney wouldn’t listen to him.

“We were in Madrid for the match against Atletico when he showed up in the morning looking tired with big eye bags, he said he couldn’t sleep at all, you know why?”

“Why?”

“He said his bed sheet smells weird and there’s something wrong with the bed. He couldn’t sleep in that bed no matter how hard he tried. We all laughed to his answer and I suddenly remember about ‘The Princess and the Pea’ story, so I started calling him ‘Princesa’”

She laughed in a delighted way and glanced at Rafinha, “Rafa, you such a spoiled kid!” Rafinha replied with a chuckled before turning to us, “I almost forgot, what do you guys want to drink?”

“Water for both of us!” Neymar casually answered.

She stood from her seat and went to the kitchen, Rafinha followed after saying that he needed to go to the bathroom quick, leaving me and Neymar on our own.

“You want that too” He murmured, making me turn facing him.

“Want what?”

“That kind of treatment Rafa gave to her” He turned his gaze to the kitchen before staring back at me.

“No, I’m not” I glanced down at my shirt only to avoid his gaze. With his finger, he lifted my face up again and started kissing my lips before I realized.

“Hang on a little more. You’ll get what you want right after we arrived at home, My Princess”