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mileni writing abt my bfs

[pparkerlvr]

babeee i just want to say that I LOVED mateo's fic, my boy needs to be more appreciated around here😭❤️‍🔥

graciaaaas amooor,un besooo en tu increíble cerebro 💋💋

thank youuuu<33 im super glad you guys are loving it. he really doesss n so im working on a second mateo fic for you guyss, its taking me a while but dw youll get it🥹

[pparkerlvr]

so for the mateo one maybe you could do like you being memos daughter or one of the boys sisters and he wants to go out with you but your brother or memo won’t allow it but you do it either way🫩

thank u so much for the request!!🩷

it can be read here.

i hope u like it🌝 had to take matters into my own hands for my sexy bf

[pparkerlvr]

HEART WANTS WHAT IT WANTS

mateo chavez x fem!reader + brother!brian g. #requested

summary: Mateo was supposed to be just your brother’s friend, especially since your brother constantly made it clear he didn’t want anything to happen between the two of you, but your heart wanted something else.

*mateo still plays for chivas in this btw*

“theres a million reasons why i should give you up, but the heart wants what it wants.”

wc: 3.7k

“You’re gonna have to put me on, big bro” you joked with your brother, Brian, as you scrolled through pictures of his soon to be teammates.

Brian had just transferred to Las Chivas about a month ago, a couple days ago being his first game. With this transfer came more opportunities, like his transfer to the Mexican National Team which was just recently approved and finalized.

“stop getting ideas, im not even gonna let you get near them” Brian replied letting out a slight laugh finding you unbelievable.

“im serious, theyre cute” you say as you keep looking at pictures, then you stopped abruptly to look up at him. “and you’re just gonna ruin it for them” you say with a playfully disgusted look.

his brows furrowed while his lips turned into the slightest pout and then he asked “are you my sister or….my biggest hater?”

“your biggest supporter actually” you say as you got up from the couch to embrace him in a tight hug because as much as you loved to joke with him like this, you were actually proud of him especially these days.

Mexico had been your home for a couple years now, all the summer vacations visiting your extended family here made you fall in love with it, so much so that you decided to attend school here.

Your life had been reversed now, you'd visit Chicago during breaks to see your family, or sometimes they'd come to you.

The biggest surprise though, was your brother coming to stay with you, not just for a couple of weeks, but for at least the next couple of years.

He was your older brother, but with only a two year age gap, it rarely felt that way growing up. He felt more like a twin, now it didn't help that you'd be living together.

As Brian tried his best to settle into not one but two teams, you were there listening to everything, the good and the bad.

As time went on you were glad to see your brother enjoying his new lifestyle, making friends, and growing in his career.

You heard a lot about two particular teammates of his, their names were Armando but everyone calls him Hormiga, and Mateo.

Hormiga and Mateo were also both on Chivas and the national team, allowing their bond to grow stronger everyday, with their duo quickly becoming a trio.

You loved joking with Brian telling him his friends were cute, asking him when he was finally going to have them over, to which he always answered “never”.

One day you went to the stadium to watch Brian play. You found yourself surprisingly not busy so you thought why not go cheer him on.

Once the game had ended you made your way down to where all the players were in search of your brother. Instead you accidentally bumped into one of his teammates, and when you turned to see who, you saw him, Mateo.

“perdon” you both said in unison.

you froze for a bit when you recognized who it was, from the pictures. You let out a short laugh before speaking up again “no, estas bien…..oye tu no eres Mateo?” You asked.

a small confused smile creeped up on his face “si…” he said, he looked like he was trying to figure out if he should recognize you from somewhere.

“soy la hermana de Brian” you cleared up, pointing at yourself.

immediately his expression changed with it finally clicking in his head “ahh sii, si me habia contado de ti, mucho gusto” he said as he opened his arms leaning in for a hug.

The hug was quick, a simple greeting.

Once you pulled back, you realized he really was cute. You’d always joke with your brother about it, but you’d only ever seen him in pictures. You knew he was cute, but… wow.

you pulled yourself out of your own thoughts, and realized you were just standing in front of each other a little awkward so you spoke up, remembering why you were down here in the first place.

“eh…¿sabes adonde esta Brian?”

As soon as you asked, something behind you caught his attention, seconds later he was pointing behind you and then you heard your brother's voice.

“So you’ve met…” he stated, exchanging a look with you. You tried not to laugh, knowing he was thinking about all the times you’d joked about his friends being cute.

That's all it was though, just jokes between you and your brother. You weren’t actually interested in getting with any of his friends and he knew that.

“barely, I just bumped into him looking for you,” you replied.

He looked between you both. “Well…Mateo, my sister. Sister, Mateo.”

You both gave nervous smiles. “Un gusto. Este nunca para de hablar de ti, y de Armando… parecen novios los tres” you joked.

He couldn’t help but laugh. “Eso es secreto,” he said, holding a finger to his lips.

Making eye contact was nerve racking, your eyes wandering everywhere until they caught a glimpse of the score on the screen, reminding you. “Congratulations on your win!” you said, looking at both of them. “Ese fue un partidazo, lo hicieron muy bien,” you added with a big smile.

They both thanked you and shortly after Mateo announced he had to go, letting you know it was nice to meet you while giving you another quick hug.

Brian also had to go, to do a couple post game interviews and told you that he'd see you at home, before stepping away he placed a quick kiss on your forehead.

A while later, you were back home, chilling on your bed when you heard noise coming from the front door. You figured it was Brian, expecting him to knock on your door to let you know he was home, which he did.

But as soon as you opened the door, music began blasting throughout the house.

“te amo, estoy muy orgullosa de ti, felicidades por ganar pero baja la música por favor, ya casi me voy a dormir” You insisted, your hands in prayer.

he stood there with an awkward smile as all his friends came out of nowhere shouting hi at you.

it wasn’t just Mateo and Armando, this was like half of his team.

you shot an angry look at him before saying hi back to everyone and congratulating them on their win.

“no te enojes, ven celebra con nosotros”

you weren’t mad, you were just annoyed that he hadn’t asked you or alerted you that half the team would be coming over, i mean this was basically a party, and you had to get up early the next morning, and you told him exactly that.

“entonces, ¿yo que hago? ¿les digo que se vayan?”

“Wey, si ya están aquí. Ni modo.” you replied, eyes squinted.

You saw Mateo creeping up behind him, a big grin already on his face. From what Brian had told you, Mateo found just about everything amusing, always laughing or smiling at something.

“Perdón, Gutihermana, fue idea mía celebrar acá… espero no estés molesta.” he admitted

before you processed his full sentence you immediately noticed the nickname causing you to laugh for a second.

“¿gutihermana? que pedo”

Mateo and Brian abruptly burst into laughter, and now you were staring at them like you were watching two crazy people, which… you were.

you ended up just closing your door on them, it was too late for all that nonsense. you tried your best to fall asleep but all the commotion outside of your room wouldn’t let you. You decided to get up and go see what the fun was all about.

you stopped in your tracks not long after stepping foot outside your room as you heard “oye Brian ya se porque no me enseñabas fotos de tu hermana”

you furrowed your brows, and you stood there, you were not fully out of the small hallway that follows after your room, so they couldn’t know you were listening.

“que” you heard Brian reply

“neta que sacó los mejores genes, a ti que te paso wey”

You could hear them all laughing, and you couldn’t lie, it was a little funny, so you laughed to yourself as well.

“no pero enserio esta bien guapa tu hermana wey” mateo admitted, there was something almost amazed in his voice, making you feel your cheeks grow a bit hot.

You couldn’t see Brian’s face but you could already imagine it, especially once you heard the rest of his friends.

“ay wey ese se ve que te va matar”

“mateo duerme con un ojo abierto esta noche”

“que wey, ¿no te gustaría tenerme como cuñado?” you heard Mateo say through laughs, causing you to let out an airy laugh, not expecting that at all.

“no wey, ya. como que cuñado, espero que sea broma.” Brian replied and they all began to laugh it off, that being your cue to finally show yourself, once they saw you it got a bit awkward but you pretended not to notice.

Mateo was the first to say anything, calling your name. “Te debo una.”

“¿Por qué o qué?” you asked.

“por invadir tu casa pues”

You shook your head, a laugh escaping your lips. “Nada que ver, Brian pudo haber dicho que no,” you said, then shifting your focus to your brother. “Maldito.”

It didn’t take long before you went back into your room, realizing you were in a room full of cute football players while still in your pajamas. It was getting a little hot in there, and not just because of your pajamas.

After that night, his friends came over more often, but rarely as a big group, which you were glad about. You became more comfortable around his friends and teammates the more you saw them at your house and at games. It just wasn’t as awkward anymore, and you were able to hold small conversations with them without thinking too much about it. Other than that, though, they were still just Brian’s teammates, people you thought were cool, and some you found very cute, but that quickly became a passing thought.

one day were in your room cleaning with music playing in the background when you heard a knock at the door. You opened it expecting your brother, but instead found Mateo standing there.

“Ah… hola,” you said, slightly surprised to see him. You gave him a small smile, waiting for him to speak.

“¿Junior H?” he asked while pointing to the inside of your room.

“sii, ¿te gusta?” you replied with a slight smile appearing on your face, this was quite unexpected for you.

and then there was that big grin again.

“no manches, es mi artista favorito”

You both began sharing your favorite Junior H songs. Without really thinking about it, you walked back into your room and sat down on your bed, continuing the conversation as Mateo remained standing at the doorway until you eventually told him he could come in.

The conversation eventually evolved into your overall music taste, and you soon realized you had a lot of music in common. Your conversation was soon interrupted when you heard Brian yelling out Mateos name.

you both froze with small smiles on your face before Mateo laughed, quickly getting up “este wey me va matar, le dije que iba al baño”

“puerta equivocada” you joked, earning a small smile from him before he began to walk towards your door.

“bueno, ahi te veo” he said, holding up three, to which you nodded your head and then he was out.

immediately you heard your brother questioning him outside your room, and shortly after, your door opened, he ready to question you as well.

“what the fuck?” he spit out, eyebrows furrowed showing confusion.

“what?” you replied as you remained sitting on your bed, also confused.

“¿que hacia en tu cuarto?” he asked, fingers pointing behind him, referring to Mateo.

“relax hermanito, solo estuvimos hablando de música” you answered.

“my friends are not to be in your room.” he stated, his tone was serious.

“Are you… gatekeeping your friends?” you joked, finding his seriousness quite hilarious.

“A mí no me importa que hables con mis amigos, tú lo sabes, pero tampoco te me quedes tan a solas con ellos, its weird.”

“Chill…solo era Mateo…” you said, giving him an amused look.

“Sí. Exactamente.” He pressed his lips together, giving you a pointed look.

later that night, you were scrolling on your phone when you a notification from

Mateo Chavez

The message caught you off guard. It was around one in the morning when Mateo suddenly sent you a link, and you hadn’t even remembered when the two of you had become mutuals on Instagram.

when you opened the link, it was a playlist with a bunch of songs, including some of the ones you has spoken about a couple hours ago.

you clicked back to your chat and sent him a question mark.

Te hice una playlist ;)

¿y eso?

estuve pensando en ti, hay algunas que creo que te gustarían.

You smiled to yourself at the gesture, thinking back to when he had sat on your bed talking about music with you. There were a few artists he had mentioned that you hadn't heard of before, and now, as you scrolled through the playlist, their names began popping up. The playlist was a mix of genres making you laugh as each song was a different vibe from the other.

After that night, the two of you slowly grew closer, randomly replying to each other’s stories, finding each other whenever you were all out together, and whenever you made it to one of their games, you could always see his face light up at the sight of you.

You always thought he was attractive, without a doubt, but you were never really interested in dating your brother’s friends. Even then, you knew Brian would be completely against it. You knew the lifestyle they lived, how busy they all were, and how easily things could get complicated. You valued the friendship they had, and more importantly, your relationship with your brother, and you wouldn’t want to make things weird.

But as time went on, you found yourself growing attracted to more than just his looks. You liked his personality, his style, his goals, the way he listened, and obviously, that smile of his.

You weren’t oblivious to it. You could feel the tension between the two of you, one you both tried to conceal whenever you were around your brother, which was always, knowing he’d ruin the mood if he noticed.

you tried your best to act like he was just another one of your brother’s friends, like Armando, Daniel, Jordan, etc., and you believed it for a while but, you never felt the way you felt with Mateo around his other friends.

And small hints further proved his feelings towards you, especially when they came through Brian, always leaving you with butterflies in your stomach.

once when you were discussing places to eat at, he mentioned a restaurant then followed by saying “me la recomendó Mateo, dijo que te gustaría, que venden de esas cosas que te gustan” causing your eyes to light up slightly as you tried to hide your smile.

or recently a couple hours before a game “Mateo asked if you’re going to be there,” he said, his tone laced with curiosity.

“no lo se, estoy muy ocupada hoy” you replied, trying to act oblivious to his curiosity.

but then he asked “¿nada esta pasando verdad entre ustedes, verdad? siento que siempre te anda mencionando”

you denied it because technically, nothing was happening, but that didn’t mean there was nothing there.

seconds later you were opening your phone to Mateos contact.

me enteré que andas preguntando por mi, bien lindoo🥹 pero, no podre ir al partido ://

que malll🥲 jugaría mejor sabiendo que hay una mujer hermosa mirándome en las gradas

pero si hay muchisimas…

yo solo conozco una, y no va estar😙

you felt your stomach flip for a slight second, all you could do was like his message and wish him luck tonight.

the game had ended in their loss, you were on your way home when you saw the score, 2-1. you knew in a few hours you’d be met with a disappointed Brian.

you were working on a few assignments at your desk when you were distracted by a knock at your door.

“entra, Bri” you yelled out.

But instead of him walking in, you heard another knock. Wondering if you had accidentally locked your door, you got up to check, only to find the doorknob turned freely, the door opening as soon as you twisted it.

before you could say anything, your eyes widened, as you realized who was really at your door. Mateo.

he was leaning his forehead against your door as he waited for you to open, causing him to slightly lean forward when you did. You extended your arms to make sure he wouldn’t fall.

and when you were sure he was standing still you began to lower your arms, only his hands stopped yours midway. You were now standing in front of each other, hand in hand, and your heart….you could feel it intensifying immensely.

“Hey… ¿qué haces aquí?” you asked. His eyes remained fixed on your hands before slowly lifting to meet yours. He looked beat.

His hair was messy, he was in his post-game outfit, his eyes dull, and that beautiful smile of his, nowhere to be found.

You began looking around, knowing Brian would be extremely confused if he were to come across this scene, and if you were being honest, so were you.

he finally spoke up, his voice sounding low and defeated. “no pasa nada, ya le dije que me iba que solo pase a recoger algo.” You figured he was explaining the lie he’d told your brother, not actually telling you why he was here.

“¿Y por qué estás tan agüitado? ¿Qué pasó?” you asked, your voice full of worry, as you slipped your dominant hand from his faint grip, bringing it up to his face. Your thumb gently brushed over his cheek before you slowly pushed his hair away from his face.

This was the first time you’d ever been this touchy with each other, yet somehow, it felt so natural.

“jugué de la verga, neta” he spoke as he shook his head left to right. Telling you how he felt responsible for the loss. He let out a sharp breath. “Solo tenía que verte.”

that caused your heart to beat rapidly, you were glad he couldn’t feel it.

you began to take a couple steps backwards, having him follow you as your other hands still held onto each other, as he made his way past the door he slowly closed it with his free hand.

You sat him on the edge of your bed, while you were standing in front of him as he looked up at you, explaining what had happened during today’s game and why he was so upset.

“te dije que jugaría mejor si tú estuvieses ahí,” he said, his lips forming a pout.

You shot him a sly smile before becoming a little more serious. “No importa si jugaste mal, lo que importa es que lo intentaste. Solo fue un partido de muchísimos en los que siempre lo has hecho bien.”

“Además…” you added, returning to playing with his hair. “Ahora sí estoy aquí.”

The eye contact was stronger than even, his hands rested on your hips, pulling you closer as he slowly stood to meet you, now towering over you a bit.

You were now so close you could smell his cologne, hear his breathing, and feel the warm air escaping from his slightly parted lips.

You both stared at each other’s lips before looking back into each other’s eyes. The same thought seemed to cross both your minds: Should we do this?

Eventually, you both gave in to the craving you’d been putting aside for the past couple of months. You had tried to respect your brother’s boundaries, but in that moment, you didn’t seem to care anymore.

the kiss was slightly desperate, but sweet, passionate. Your hands sliding into his hair while his hands made their way back down to your waist, turning you so now your back was to your bed.

you slowly began lowering yourself onto your bed, so you were now laying down while he hovered over you, still kissing you.

He pulled away from the kiss for a second, letting himself admire you as you both caught your breath. He slightly cupped your face, his eyes stuck on yours “te ves guapisima.”

“no sabes cuanto he querido esto” it didn’t come out as a full sentence, instead each word was followed by kisses scattered all over, making you giggle, and him as well.

he fell to your side on his back before he fixed himself, turning over a little bit to face you, you did the same.

once your eyes met again a smile crept up on both your faces, you hadn’t expected to be in this position tonight but you weren’t complaining. Something about his face made you feel warm, and now that it was finally just the two of you alone on your bed, you thought you could get used to this.

your hands made it back to his soft warm face, you had your thinking face on and he noticed.

“¿en que piensas?” he asked softly.

you hesitated before speaking up “solo que….no se si estamos pensando lo mismo”

“aver….que piensas, te digo si es lo mismo.”

“Me gustas… pero no soy de cosas casual.” you admitted.

“estamos en la misma sintonía,” he replied with a soft smile as he rubbed his thumb against your knuckles, then bringing your hand up to place a kiss on it.

You felt your heart melt, knowing you both wanted the same thing. Somehow, it eased your mind.

Obviously, Brian was a couple of rooms over, completely oblivious. He’d freak out if he knew what was going on at the moment, and the thought of telling him about this was…not exactly fun. But for now, you didn’t want to think about it. You still had tomorrow to talk about everything

Whatever happened next, you knew your heart had already made its choice.

comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated!<3. my requests are open, lmk what you’d want to see!

[pparkerlvr]

i saw ur post abt there being no mateo post do you think you would be open to write abt him🥲

hihii omg yes, i’d love to!! my brain is just so blank right now, if you have any suggestions or ideas, i’m so down to hear them and write it🥹

[pparkerlvr]

MEET ME AT MIDNIGHT BOARDS

hi guys i genuinely loved writing part 1 and 2 of meet me at midnight i fell in love with those two so much so that i made a couple boards that give such them vibes js for funsies<33

my requests are open, dont forget to request for me to write more!!

if you haven’t, reading meet me at midnight would be so appreciated<3

includes

the night of the party

their trip to Puerto Vallarta

them at her house + the world cup (all in CDMX)

her supporting his club ( future, not included in the fics)

mis chivanovios<3

[pparkerlvr]

MEET ME AT MIDNIGHT BOARDS

hi guys i genuinely loved writing part 1 and 2 of meet me at midnight i fell in love with those two so much so that i made a couple boards that give such them vibes js for funsies<33

my requests are open, dont forget to request for me to write more!!

if you haven’t, reading meet me at midnight would be so appreciated<3

includes

the night of the party

their trip to Puerto Vallarta

them at her house + the world cup (all in CDMX)

her supporting his club ( future, not included in the fics)

mis chivanovios<3

[pparkerlvr]

there is approximately only 2 mateo chavez fanfics on this app😭😭😭😭 im starving i need to be fed😭😭😭

[pparkerlvr]

MEET ME AT MIDNIGHT PT2

armando gonzalez x f!reader

summary: After meeting at a party, you and Armando develop a connection you never expected. While your long distance relationship with Jude becomes harder, your feelings Armando for him only grow stronger.

click here for part 1!

note: blue texts = Armando, pink texts = reader. Also, Thank you guys so much for all the support on part 1 <3 I hope you love this one too! I had to give him a slightly bigger World Cup experience, which he deserved. Those 15 mins in one match was playing in is face.

word count: 10.5k long fic guys

The night of the party was your last time seeing Armando. It was also your last time even speaking to him, not because you didn’t want anything to do with him but because he was making you question things you never thought you’d have to question and it was making you go insane, you thought if you just stayed away everything would go back to normal.

Armando had texted you that night, and after it as well. Whenever you clicked on his chat you were always met with the messages, those messages that made it so hard to leave him on seen.

night of the party

- me la pase muy bien, hiciste esta noche inolvidable :)

next morning

- buenos diasss linda

2 days later

- oye, se que la situación esta rara pero yo si sentí algo esa noche, y se que tu tambien..

o ns dime si me lo imagine. ósea se que tienes novio y tal vez te arrepentiste pero no actúes como si no paso…

next day

ya pues parezco bien migajero pero mañana regreso a gdl y me gustaría verte antes de irme

si quieres

——————

Those messages were a few weeks old now, Armando was back in Guadalajara, Jude in Madrid and you in CDMX, you were home and away from both of them with time to yourself. You were also back to long distance with Jude.

Long distance was something you both had grown used to by now. At first, the eight hour time difference made you wonder if saying yes to being Jude's girlfriend had even been worth it. But you were both so into each other that the two of you made it work. Most mornings, you woke up to a good morning message from Jude, sent at 11 PM his time the night before. It still amazed you sometimes, knowing that while your day was just beginning, his was already coming to an end.

Your days were basically flipped. Most of the time, you were okay with it, but every once in a while, the distance got tough. That is until one of you would fly out to see the other whenever your schedules allowed.

You had grown to love visiting Madrid. It was such a beautiful city, one that could never compare to your Mexico, but always exciting to explore. You had even visited England once, not long ago, where you got to meet his family, see where he grew up, and experience a completely different atmosphere.

You loved Jude. You loved the routine you had built together, the way he treated you, his family, and the world he had slowly introduced you to. You really did love all of it, which was why you couldn’t let a random guy from one night ruin the relationship you had worked so hard to build, so you continued with your life and your relationship.

As the days went on you didn’t think about Armando often. It was only when his name appeared as a notification, due to him liking your stories here and there, that you found yourself opening his chat before quickly closing it again. You told yourself it wasn’t because of him, but because of what happened that night. The guilt of knowing you had crossed a line with someone else was something you couldn’t just ignore, even if it had only been once.

Other than that, Jude was still your main focus. You looked forward to your morning calls with him, which were usually after training for him. You’d tell him about the half of your day he had missed, and he’d tell you about his, from how training went to everything happening in his world. You loved being the person who wished him luck before his games and the person he came back to afterward.

life began to settle back into its usual rhythm, work kept you busy. Building your career as a makeup artist had turned into everything you hoped it would be, your schedule filling up with weddings, photoshoots, and clients almost every week.

You were in the perfect place with your career. Growing up, you were constantly sneaking into your mom's makeup drawer, bringing everything into your room and experimenting on your own face. At first, you were so little that every look ended up a complete mess, but as you got older, you fell in love with the art of makeup. You spent hours watching tutorials online and learning everything you could. Before you knew it, your cousins and friends were constantly telling you how good you had gotten and asking if you could do their makeup one day.

What started as doing makeup for friends and family eventually turned into your full-time job. As your work grew, so did your opportunities, taking you all over Mexico for weddings, photoshoots, and special events. Now you had all kinds of clients, and your favorite part wasn't just creating the looks it was talking with them and seeing their reactions when they looked in the mirror.

You were in CDMX, about a 25 minute drive from your house working on a clients makeup. She was a 19 year old girl, her birthday was soon so she had booked you to do her photoshoot makeup and you were extremely grateful, you always were.

“Amiga, ¿y qué tal? ¿Lista para dejar los 19?” you joked while organizing all your products on the table.

“No séee, siento que cada persona me dice algo diferente. Unos dicen que los 20 son los mejores años de sus vidas y otros que son bien difíciles,” she said.

“La verdad, para mí fue como estar en el medio. Los 20 son como empezar tus años de adulta, y sí, da un poquito de miedo porque ya no te sientes tan niña, pero tampoco tienes todo resuelto. Creo que esa es la parte más bonita, ir descubriendo las cosas poco a poco.” you responded truthfully thinking back a bit to when you first turned twenty.

“¿Y siempre supiste que querías dedicarte al maquillaje?” she asked as you motioned for her to look up, gently applying concealer under her eyes.

“Sí, la verdad es algo que siempre me ha dado mucha alegría. Me encanta lo versátil que es el maquillaje y todo lo que puedes hacer con él.”

Your client slowly nodded her head, taking in your words.

You continued making conversation with her as you worked, asking about her dreams for the future, the life she was currently living, her interests, and the little things that made her who she was, you liked to get to know your clients. Eventually, you asked her what she was doing for her birthday, curious about how she planned to celebrate such a special day.

Once the look was coming to an end, you asked her if she had any plans for the rest of the week, just like you did with most of your other clients.

“Sii, me conseguí unos boletos para ver el partido de las Chivas contra Cruz Azul, ¡qué emoción!” she immediately replied, her face lighting up as she talked about it. It was obvious she had been looking forward to it.

You immediately looked up when you heard Chivas. It was almost like a reflex, your attention shifting toward her before you even realized it. The sudden reaction caught even you off guard.

You fixed yourself, smiling at her before replying “¿enserio? ¿Y cuando juegan?”

she replied telling you the day but what made you freeze was her telling you the game was in CDMX.

she noticed the way you froze, joking that she could sneak you in if you wanted.

“No, no, ni que quisiera ir. Casi ni veo el fútbol, solo lo veo cuando juega mi novio,” you joked, trying to brush it off. You looked away for a moment, fixing your expression before facing her again.

Soon after, the look was finished. You let her take a look at herself in the mirror, watching as a smile slowly grew on her face. She immediately gave you a hug, telling you how much she loved the makeup.

Once the appointment was over you were then in your car on your way back home, you still had one more client in a few hours but for now you sat in your car driving home thinking about Armando and how he’d be near you in just a few days.

You tried your best to ignore every thought about Armando that popped into your head, but soon enough, you couldn’t ignore the fact that the idea of him being near again affected you more than you wanted to admit.

The morning of the match day, you were off. Jude even noticed it during your morning call. He was telling you about training, occasionally stopping to ask if you were okay, mentioning how distracted you seemed. You kept insisting that you were just tired, saying you hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before.

While eating your breakfast at your local coffee shop you stumbled across Armandos story. It was a post to remind fans of the game.

Chivas Vs Cruz Azul

8:00 PM

Estadio Azteca, CDMX

You stared at the screen for a fat minute before sliding up, your finger hovering over it for a few seconds as you debated whether or not to begin typing.

seconds later you had formed a message.

y ya llegaste a la ciudad?

you didn’t want to think about it too much, thinking too much was all you had been doing the past week so you quickly pressed send, and couple minutes later so did he.

llegue ayer

simple reply, okay.

You stared at the message, unsure if you should just like it and leave it there or actually reply. Why would you ask him, wait for his response, and then not say anything? That didn’t make sense… right?

In the end your fingers began typing away, forming multiple sentences but deleting each one because maybe you shouldn’t. You then settled on:

Q tan cerca estas ?

he seemed to already be on your chat waiting because your message was viewed immediately and then the three dots popped up.

no lo see, estoy en el Camino Real

muy lejosss??

you were surprised he was texting you back so calmly. You opened google quickly searching up how far his hotel was from you.

unos 20 minutos

ah

seconds later he sent another message replying directly to the one you sent asking how far he was

—>pues a unos 20 minutos :)

you caught a small airy laugh escape your lips, which was when you realized the was no point in delaying the message

Crees que podamos vernos?

Once you sent the message, you quickly turned your phone off and placed it face down on the table. Your legs bounced up and down as you took an anxious bite of your sandwich, and then another one until you ended up finishing your sandwich before you even checked your phone again, when you did the reply was not what you expected.

casi te dejo en visto

you sent a single question mark, not sure what to say to that.

cuando yo te pregunté eso me dejaste en visto hace semanas

You weren’t sure what the vibe was. Was he being petty, or was he simply trying to make a joke? You were too anxious to tell the difference.

perdon

you believed that to be the end of your conversation before he texted again

JAJA ntp, pero no creo que podamos, estaré ocupado con el equipo y luego el partido :/

You began to regret texting him at all. He had every right not to want to see you, and you couldn’t blame him for that. You felt a little disappointed, but why would it play out any differently?

His message didn’t seem harsh, and you genuinely believed he was just going to be busy. After all, his game was today, and he had an entire schedule to follow. But there was still a long day ahead, one that could’ve made room for even a few minutes together wether or not it aligned with your schedule, it would’ve been nice to know he was down to see you.

But maybe he just didn’t want to see you.

ahhh ya entiendo, perdon por molestar

suerte en el partido!

after that he liked your message. Choosing to not have a horrible day today you put all that in the back of your mind before heading out to a short meeting.

You only had one client today. She was also in CDMX, just in a different part of the city, so the drive was a bit long. Still, it was nothing you weren’t used to.

by the time you were back from the appointment it was about 3 pm, still you had a long day ahead with not much planned. You thought about what Armando could be doing at the moment before brushing off the thought and texting your friends to hang out instead.

The rest of the day consisted of you and your friends shopping and trying new things around the city.

Every now and then your friends would talk about each others love lives, which was usually a nice topic for you but lately there had been some things going on.

You and Jude weren’t doing bad at all but you still had a huge secret you hadn’t told him, and not just him but your friends as well. It had become hard having to hold it in, not being able to talk to anyone about it, scared it would ruin everything.

What made it worse was the conversation you had with Armando not long ago. You couldn’t even convince yourself it was just a one time thing anymore, something you could move past and forget about. Because if you were being honest, he had always been somewhere in the back of your mind since that night. Some days barely, almost enough to ignore, but other days he was impossible not to think about, like today.

You had texted him asking to see him, not even knowing what you would do or what you would talk about. You just knew you wanted to see him. And that alone made everything so much harder to tell.

soon this would go away, Armando was clearly over it , you would be too and life would go on.

After your eventful day with your friends you made it back home at around 10 at night. You put your bags down in your room before grabbing your towel to go shower. Once you got out you noticed your phone buzz, you quickly changed into your pajamas before going to check what it was.

It was a message, one you did not expect tonight.

Sigues despierta?

you felt your heart skip a beat, maybe even two. you’re eyes now wide open. you took your chance and replied.

si, por ?

regresamos a gdl mañana temprano, aun tengo tiempo pa verte.

pero esta tarde, entiendo si no puedes

pero si me gustaria

you found yourself smiling for a second, a couple hours ago you were sure he could care less about seeing you, now he wanted to see you after his game before he left in the morning.

va, a mi también me gustaria.

un problemita…

cual??

no tengo carro, no puedo ir hacia ti…

you remember he was traveling around with his team so all he had was a bus, a laugh escaping your lips before you sent the message.

bien huevon, pues maneja el camion

JAJAJ si pudiera lo hiciera

vienes tuu??🫣

hasta te mando uber si quieresss

you let him know that it was okay, you could drive over to him. Before you knew it you were back in your undergarments looking for an outfit. Nothing crazy but you also didnt want to go in your pajamas.

you then stood in front of your mirror, you had on some black flared leggings, a white tank top with a small black bolero that tied in the front. You took a deep breath before grabbing your bag, phone, and keys, second’s later you were out the door.

your drive there was very nerve wracking. The whole time, you wondered if you were making a mistake, if someone would recognize you, or if this was even a good idea.

But the moment you pulled up to the hotel and saw him waiting outside in a hoodie, some of that anxiety faded. It was late, and the lobby was quiet, with only the receptionist at the front desk. She was focused on her computer and barely glanced up as you walked in. Trying not to draw attention, the two of you quickly made your way to the elevator and up to his room.

“hola..” he let out once you both made it inside.

you were fidgeting with your own fingers, the corners of your mouth slowly turning upward as you opened our mouth. “hola.”

he offered you a bit of water, which you accepted and now you were both sat on the edge of the bed.

“sabes….cuando vi tu mensaje no me lo pude creer.” He let out with a tiny smile on his face

“ni yo me lo pude creer cuando lo mande” you laughed

It had been a while since you last saw each other. There was so much you both wanted to say but neither of you knew where to start. And so for a moment, you just stood there looking at each other, trying to take in the fact that you were finally together again.

A small smile appeared on his face as he looked down. “no se que decir”

you both laughed before you decided to avoid the serious conversation you should have for just a couple minutes, instead you just asked him about his game.

He told you about the game, spending minutes ranting about the other team’s players, what his team could’ve done better, his own performance, and everything that happened with the fans and interviewers.

Once he was done, the conversation shifted to you. He asked how work was today, and you simply told him it was good.

But he wanted to hear more, insisting you tell him all about it after he had spent the last few minutes talking your ear off about his own day.

after some time, you both ended up lying on the bed, backs against the mattress as you stared up at the ceiling. You could feel his eyes on you every now and then, but you kept looking straight ahead, pretending not to notice.

“me alegro que hayas venido” he whispered

he sounded so sincere, this time you turned to look at him.

“¿enserio?”

“si, la verdad pensé que nunca volveríamos a estar asi”

he then stared back up at the ceiling before adding on.

“Esa noche se me quedó grabada en la cabeza. Quise verte después, pero nunca me respondiste, y tuve que intentar dejarlo atrás.”

You hesitated before speaking, knowing this wasn’t the time to hide or avoid what you were feeling. You were already here, so you might as well be honest with him and yourself.

“no te respondí por que esta todo bien complicado pero si quise.”

you paused for a moment before you spoke up again.

“La verdad es que desde esa noche no he dejado de pensar en ti. Lo he intentado, tal vez por unos días funciona, pero al final siempre termino volviendo a esa noche.”

he looked at you before letting out a laugh “Bueno… creo que estamos jodidos, ¿no?”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head, but neither of you looked away.

Before you knew it, you both gave in to the “fuck it” mindset, no longer trying to fight what you had been feeling. You leaned into each other, finally letting the moment happen.

This time you didn’t pull away, you both continued to kiss each other like it was long overdue. one moment hes on top of you and the next you’re on top of him.

That was all it was though. A moment where you both gave in to what you’d been trying to ignore. You wanted each other, that much was obvious, but neither of you were ready to let it become something more, not yet.

By the end of the night, you had fallen back into a sense of comfort with him. The next thing you knew, you were waking up in Armando’s arms. It had been weeks since you woke up in someone’s arms. They weren’t his, but being there felt strangely natural.

You began to put your shoes on and making sure you had everything you came with. Armando woke up at the sound of you walking around.

you knew the team would probably be waking up right now as well so that they could get ready to head back to Guadalajara. You both said good morning to each other, he got up asking how you slept to which you replied saying good, with a soft smile.

You made it clear that you would have to talk about this later, but for now, you knew you had to leave before any of his teammates saw you. He glanced out the door, making sure the hallway was clear before letting you know it was safe.

You stepped out, and before you fully walked away, you turned back to say goodbye. You held his hand for a second longer than you needed to before finally letting go and turning around.

After that night, you and Armando began texting more often. You both agreed to keep it a secret for now, while you tried to navigate your feelings for him and your boyfriend, figuring out what to do next.

You knew it was wrong, but you also knew you couldn’t keep lying to yourself. You wanted Armando. You enjoyed every moment with him, from seeing him in person to the late night texts and calls. You liked his humor, the way he carried himself, the way he made you laugh, and how he made you feel.

Obviously, you still loved those things about Jude, but as time went on, it started to feel different. With Armando, you had those random good morning messages and late night conversations that matched your own schedule. Slowly, you started seeing each other more often, finding excuses to meet whenever work brought you to each other’s cities.

Whenever Armando had a game in CDMX you’d meet up, once or twice depending on your schedule as well, sometimes you’d stay in his hotel and sometimes you’d bring him over to your apartment.

The same thing happened whenever you were in Guadalajara for a client. Slowly, things started becoming something more. At some point, if your client was close enough to Armando’s house, you stopped booking a hotel altogether and stayed with him instead.

As things began to change between you and Armando they also began to change between you and Jude.

Without even realizing it, you started pulling away from Jude. Calls felt different, you texted less, and you stopped telling him about the little details of your day like you used to. You weren’t as affectionate anymore, and on the mornings you woke up at Armando’s house, you found yourself not going through with the morning calls.

You didn’t want to hurt Jude, but you didn’t know how to tell him or how to fully let go.

and soon enough Armando began expressing his feelings on the situation. He wasn’t complaining because he knew what he signed up for and he wasn’t trying to rush you into figuring things out but he would tell you how hard it is for him to not show you off.

“quisiera poder publicar contigo o salir a comer sin ser tan discretos y poder besarte cuando quiera.”

the thing is, you wanted the same thing.

One day you were at home when you woke up to a message from Jude, nothing unusual but what was different was what the message said.

hey goodmorning, lmk when you’re awake we have to talk.

it didn’t take long before you were wide awake. You didn’t call him immediately, you went to wash your face and brush your teeth first. Then, anxiety washed all over you, you hesitated a bit before pressing the call button on his contact.

you knew the conversation wasn’t going to be fun.

“hey….that message sounded serious..” you said once he picked up.

“yeah, i don’t know i just….i just feel like we haven’t been the same lately.”

he continued to explain himself. He began to point out all of the things going wrong in your relationship, things you yourself had already noticed by now mixed with things you hadn’t noticed.

you began explaining yourself, you didn’t want to lie and keep this going but you also didn’t want to tell him the truth and ruin everything by hurting him.

you explained how work was getting busier, you were getting more bookings outside of la ciudad, you were traveling and all which made it hard. That was true.

you both went back and forth until he suggested something you hadn’t expected.

“i love you but i don’t think your hearing me and maybe whats best for us is a break.”

but you didn’t fight it, you knew you shouldn’t not after everything.

all you did was ask, “a break or to break up…?”

“i mean, break up…i feel like they’re the same thing, to me they are.”

you knew the difference but you weren’t going to waste your time explaining it, there was no need.

he continued to speak. “That way you can keep focusing on your work, and you know the World Cup list is coming out in a couple of days, maybe being alone will just be better for me, so i can be 100 percent focused on the game with no distractions.”

He was right, not being together would probably be better for the both of you, being with him was beginning to make you feel guilt and he was still putting effort into you while all you did was pull away because of said guilt.

it still hurt to hear him mention distractions, knowing he was talking about you.

after a couple more minutes you hung up and you were now broken up. You didn’t cry, not yet, you just knew things were about to be very different in many different ways.

despite the fact that your feelings for Armando had grown immensely, Jude was still someone you shared a lot of memories with, someone you loved, which was why you sat in your bed reminiscing for the rest of your morning.

You knew you had to talk to someone about the situation, you were holding everything in for far too long. You picked up your phone and called on of your closest friends.

“heyyy- hey what happened?” she immediately showed concern when she noticed your face wet from your tears.

“termine con Jude.”

you told her about the break up call and you admitted to being the one to ruin things by being distant. But your friend sensed you weren’t telling her everything.

so you hesitated a bit but then eventually you told her you had been seeing someone else. You made sure to tell her not to give you shit about it because you already felt like shit.

She admitted it was wrong of you to do that, but she didn’t give you too much shit about it. She could tell you already felt bad. What she noticed though was the way you talked about Armando, in the present tense, like this wasn’t just some mistake you made, but something you still wanted to continue.

Which you did, and that was why you felt so many mixed emotions. You felt sad because you had hurt Jude, because your relationship had fallen apart, and because you were the one who pulled away. What made it harder was knowing the reason you did was because of someone you didn’t actually want to pull away from.

the call with your friend made you feel a bit better, you felt like a weight was lifted off your chest as you were finally able to talk about everything.

a couple hours later you texted Armando the news

Jude y yo terminamos.

nothing more nothing less.

enserio??

q paso?? estas bien?

maso, estas ocupado??

sigo en el entrenamiento pero casi termina

me llamas? cuando llegues a tu casa

vaa, no me demoro<3

you were back in your house and you knew this was a talk you had to have with Armando. Two serious conversations in one day was not what you were expecting but you couldn’t avoid them much longer. You thought back to when Jude mentioned the World Cup, you knew he wasn’t the only one waiting on that list, Armando was too.

About forty minutes later, your phone lit up with a FaceTime call from Armando. You answered almost immediately. At first, all you could see was his chin as he fumbled with his phone. It looked like he had just gotten home. He pushed his front door open with one hand before glancing down at his screen, a small smile tugging at his lips when he realized you had picked up.

you smiled at the scene going on in front of you as he began to speak.

“hola hermosa, ¿como te sientes?”

“he estado mejor, ¿como te fue el entrenamiento?” you softly replied.

he answered your question, telling you it was good and adding a few details here and there, you let him know you were listening by asking questions and when he was done he asked you about your day.

instead of giving him details on your sad day you just told him “eh…Armando tenemos que hablar.”

his eyebrows furrowed a bit before slowly nodded his head “si, dime..”

“no es nada malo, pero como te dije…acabo de terminar con Jude y la verdad no se…” you stopped yourself realizing you weren’t sure how to express what you wanted to say

his eyebrows remained furrowed, showing confusion“¿y no quieres conmigo…?” he softly asked, like trying to understand what you were getting at.

He thought that maybe breaking up with Jude made you realize you made a mistake and you wanted Jude back. But you immediately shook your head.

“no no, si quiero contigo. enserio. solo que…¿no se si sería lo mejor?”

“¿porque no? no entiendo. ¿terminaron porque el se entero de nosotros o…?” he kept asking questions, trying to understand.

“No... terminamos solo porque nuestra relación ya no era igual. Y pues... sí, parte de la razón fuiste tú.“ you admitted.

You admitted to feeling sad about the breakup, but you assured him that didn’t mean you wanted nothing to do with him. You explained that what you were getting at was that you knew he was likely going to make the final World Cup list, and you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe this thing between the two of you would make him lose focus. The conversation you had with Jude started coming back to you.

You started wondering if maybe this was your karma. Maybe you didn’t deserve either of them, and maybe all you would do was bring problems into their lives. Ever since the word “distraction” left Jude’s lips, it had been stuck in your mind, replaying over and over again.

“Amor, lo único que he querido es tenerte para mí solito. No importa si todavía no quieres decirle a nadie, yo solo quiero estar contigo.” he assured

“poder llegar al mundial y compartir eso contigo sería increíble, jugaría mejor sabiendo que estas ahi.” He added.

Hearing those words come out of his mouth made your shoulders relax, and the worry slowly started to leave your body.

You both kept reassuring each other for the rest of the call while also talking about remaining a secret for now. The breakup had just happened, and you needed time before letting the world know about the two of you. You still had to figure out exactly what you were and how you wanted to navigate this together.

You also talked about the World Cup, acknowledging how important this would be for him. And for the rest of the night, that was all you did, talk about life, learning more and more about each other every day.

“Oye, ¿y si me quedo contigo unos días antes del Mundial? Cuando termine la temporada con Chivas, podría ir a verte.”

You liked the sound of that. Him wanting to spend time with you before leaving for the biggest event of his career meant more than you wanted to admit. You knew it would be different from the other times he came over to your house. This time, he wouldn’t have to worry about leaving early or rushing back to the hotel.

So a few days later, Chivas was eliminated in the semifinals. It was frustrating, especially with how much he wanted to keep going, but not long after, Armando flew over to CDMX to see you. You were there to comfort him, and together, you started this new chapter between the two of you.

Knowing Armando was coming over sometime that week, you tried your best to keep your schedule open. You only accepted a few nearby appointments, avoiding any that would require you to travel out of the city.

And for the next few days, you kept things simple. You took him out to eat, showed him places that meant something to you, and let him see little pieces of your life. You avoided going anywhere too crowded or noticeable, though, knowing you still had to keep this between the two of you.

And while you were home, you cooked together and spent hours messing around with makeup. Sometimes you’d experiment with different looks on his face, and he’d patiently let you try whatever you wanted, even if it was just for fun. Other times, he’d take the brushes from you and try doing your makeup, failing at almost every step while you laughed and tried your hardest to teach him, explaining what everything was used for and showing him different techniques.

At night, you’d end the day watching a TV show or a movie together. Most of the time, he’d insist on finishing that one anime you both started way back at his house. You’d pretend not to care, acting like you weren’t that interested, but somehow you always ended up being the one talking his ear off about every episode afterward.

A few days before he left, the final World Cup list came out. He knew he had been under the watchful eye of the national team all season. Making the preliminary list had already been a huge step, and the conversations he’d had with his coach and the DT of the Mexican national team gave him hope that he was in a good position. Still, nothing felt real until he saw his name officially there.

You felt so much excitement for him. You were practically jumping up and down, yelling congratulations while he laughed at your reaction. But behind his smile, you could see the relief, after months of waiting and wondering, his name was finally there.

He was close with most of the players who made it onto the list, but seeing two names in particular brought you right back to the night you met.

Brian Gutierrez

Mateo Chavez

Those were the two guys he had been accompanied by and the two guys you heard so much about after that night, throughout this whole journey.

You felt like being a little extra that day, so you bought a small cake to celebrate. His phone didn’t stop ringing, with teammates, friends, and family calling him left and right to congratulate him, but you still wanted to do something special for him.

At some point you were both scrolling on your phone when it popped up

Jude Bellingham set to feature in his second World Cup with England.

it was a post Jude had reposted to announce his spot im the tournament

“¿lo vas a felicitar?” he asked with genuine curiosity

“No” you quickly responded. “estoy feliz por él, pero creo que no hace falta.” You added

he just nodded before giving you a kiss on your forehead.

You were genuinely happy for Jude, but things had changed so quickly. You weren’t the one congratulating him anymore, and you had slowly become okay with that. You could still be happy for him, still wish the best for him, even if you weren’t the person standing beside him anymore.

Once the national team called him up, Armando had to leave. You wished him so much luck with everything, knowing how important this moment was for him. Meanwhile, he kept asking if you were sure you’d be there for at least the first game, wanting to have you there before everything got even crazier.

You assured him you’d try to make it to every game, especially the final.

“Ay, no digas eso… imagínate si de verdad llegamos tan lejos. Dios, sería un sueño.”

You stayed in contact for the next two weeks, and the excitement kept building as the days got closer. Mexico was set to play the very first game of the World Cup, and Armando made sure to get you a good seat so you could be there. You invited the friend you had told about him, along with two other friends who would soon find out as well.

To your advantage, the first game was in CDMX, so you didn’t have to go far for it. You made sure to see him quickly before the game to congratulate him once again and wish him luck, as well as receive the jersey he was more than willing to give you so you could show your support. He gave you a couple, making sure you had all three colors and one with his number on it.

You both knew you wouldn’t use it, at least not for the first game, but having it was enough.

Being in the stadium felt insane. It was packed with thousands of people ready for a beautiful match. The stands were filled with a mix of people wearing Mexico jerseys and others wearing their South Africa jerseys. Though the stadium was clearly dominated by Mexicans, you were in Mexico after all.

You were full of joy seeing both teams cry during their himno nacional, knowing how this was such a big dream for everyone.

You spotted Armando, along with Brian, Mateo, and his other Chivas teammates. The other 3 weren’t aware of your relationship, but they were people you had heard a lot about through Armando.

Armando wasn’t starting, and you weren’t even sure if he would get minutes, but you still held onto hope. You were only a few minutes into the game when the entire stadium erupted with joy. Seconds after Quiñones scored Mexico’s first goal, giving them the perfect start to the match, the World Cup and their journey, the energy in the stadium was unreal.

For the rest of the first half, you completely immersed yourself in the game, yelling out of frustration, anxiety, and joy as the match continued.

Armando was subbed in during the second half, and you immediately jumped with joy, yelling like crazy without caring about anyone around you in that moment. Seeing him step onto the field after everything made you so happy. Soon after, Raúl Jiménez scored Mexico’s second goal, and the cheers and excitement only grew louder.

2-0

Mexico won.

You, along with your friends, were still processing everything that had just happened. It was the perfect start to the tournament, one given by your beautiful Mexico.

You were a bit upset that you couldn’t run up to him right after the game, hug him, kiss him, and tell him how amazing he had done in front of everyone. But you knew you’d get that moment later, just the two of you.

and you did, he had come over to your place a few hours later and you did exactly what you wanted to, you hugged him, kissed him and told him how amazing he did and how proud you were.

Before the next match, you saw him one more time. You made a meal for the two of you while he rested after training. He woke up to eat, immediately telling you how amazing it smelled, and once he took a bite, he wouldn’t stop talking about how good it was.

Before he left, you both enjoyed the rest of the night together, playing games and talking about the next match, whether he was scared, anxious, nervous, or simply ready to get back on the field.

You continued to make sure you saw him and wished him luck, just in case you couldn’t see him right before the next game. The second game was in Guadalajara, so he had left you a key to his house, allowing you to get ready there before the match. He even let you know you could stay for as long as you wanted, which you wouldn’t do since he would be staying with the team, but the gesture was cute. Things were starting to get serious between the two of you, and you weren’t complaining.

You flew out to Guadalajara with your friend so you wouldn’t have to travel alone or experience the game by yourself, something you didn’t think you could’ve done. Armando made it clear that he didn’t mind you bringing her along to his house.

By their third game against Czechia, you felt much more secure about what you and Armando had. You both knew this was something you wanted, and he made it clear how much he wanted you there for every game. You were more than willing to support him every time, cheering like crazy whenever he stepped onto the field.

By the end of their game against Ecuador, you knew you couldn’t go straight home. You made your way down to where he was, giving him a huge hug; not caring who saw. They had just won again, and he had given it his all like always.

You reached him as he was about to make his way through the tunnel back to the locker rooms. You both tried your best not to draw too much attention, but you were still able to accompany him down, holding his hand while sharing your excitement, as well as your frustrations and concerns about the other team.

Hours later, pictures began to surface across the internet. Some were clearer than others. In some, you could barely make out your face, while in others, it was visible but still slightly blurry.

¿La Hormiga González ya tiene novia? La misteriosa chica que estuvo presente después del partido contra Ecuador

¿Será la ex de Jude Bellingham la nueva novia de “La Hormiga”? 👀

¿Quién es la nueva novia de La Hormiga González? Esto es lo que descubrimos…

La Hormiga González estrena romance después de la victoria contra Ecuador.

The World Cup was huge. You almost forgot just how much attention came with it until you saw all the pictures and videos spreading online about a short interaction that everyone had witnessed. Nothing during a regular club season for either Armando or Jude compared to this level of attention.

has visto las fotos?

cual fotos? Salieron fotos??

Sí… mira, ahorita te mando, se está armando un berrinche en las redes.

JAJAJ y no estás molesta? osea segura que ya no quieres seguir escondiéndo?

segura…. no digo que publiquemos una foto de nosotros de la nada asi, pero ya si te quiero besar, te voy a besar. No me importa, hermoso.

you joked and he sent you a sticker sending kisses which made you smile before you sent your next message.

En serio… no quiero sentir que tengo que esconder cada cosa. Quiero poder estar contigo sin pensar tanto en lo demás.

Te quiero muchísimoooo. No sabes lo feliz que me haces, de verdad. Gracias por elegirme y por querer vivir esto conmigo <3

Then came Mexico vs England.

You knew the match was incredibly important for Mexico, and you had so much faith in them. But you also found yourself thinking about Jude. He had been having an incredible tournament, and despite everything that had changed between you two, you were still happy for him. You knew that feeling wouldn’t disappear, even if the outcome of this game ended up being in England’s favor.

Armando had never made you feel bad for still caring about Jude. He was confident in what the two of you had and knew your heart was simply too kind to stop caring about someone who had once meant so much to you.

Though he did make jokes here and there, saying things like, "El ex vs. el novio," or, "El pasado vs. el presente y el futuro." you playfully rolled your eyes softly telling to shut up each time.

The game wasn’t until much later so he was able to get breakfast with you quickly before he had to head back to the hotel with his team.

You guys went over to your local coffee shop. It was your first time going out since the pictures had come out, and like you said, you were done watching your every move. Once he arrived, you shared a small kiss, and as you ate breakfast, you held hands across the table every now and then, taking a bunch of silly pictures before moving on to the cute, aesthetic ones.

When he was about to head back to the hotel, you wished him the best of luck, promising you'd see him soon.

he smiled and thanked you with a kiss before letting out one last joke "Nada más no me salgas con una playera de Inglaterra."

You tried to give him your serious face as you jokingly replied, “Creo que aún tengo una en mi clóset,” while putting your hands under your chin as if you were trying to picture your closet.

“Esa no me la encontré chistosa, échale fuego, amor.” He replied with his pointer finger raised.

After everything, you decided it was only right to finally wear the jersey with the big 14 and “A. González” across the back. Though you were a little nervous, partly because of Jude being present. You knew this was a big decision.

This game was the most nerve wracking, you constantly held onto your friends hand, both of you squeezing each others hands like crazy.

and when Jude scored two goals in two minutes, the first two goals mexico had received throughout the whole tournament, you froze while your friend threw a tantrum on the side.

It was such a bittersweet moment. Jude was playing insanely well, and you were genuinely happy for him, but you couldn’t help worrying about what this would mean for Mexico, for Armando. Shortly after, Quiñones scored Mexico’s first goal of the match, restoring a bit of hope for everyone.

The hope lasted until the very last second. They were given 11 minutes of added time, and with the score still at 3-2, no one in the stadium was ready to give up. Everyone held onto that small bit of hope until the final whistle blew… but the score remained unchanged.

Mexico had had a beautiful run, but it ended here. You and your friend sat in your seats, defeated, not ready to get up and leave.

The stadium began to grow louder, all of England’s fans standing up to sing “Wonderwall.” You didn’t know whether to cry from sadness, a slight bit of happiness for Jude, or just the overwhelming emotions of the moment. In the end, two or three tears left your eyes as a small smile appeared on your face. You were heartbroken for Mexico, but you were proud of everyone.

You made your way down to where all the players were, and soon enough you saw Armando find you. He immediately made his way over, his face red and his eyes filled with tears that streamed down his cheeks.

Seeing him like that broke your heart. He didn’t waste any time making his way to you, pulling you into a tight hug as he cried.

You began to cry as well, as if his tears were contagious. “No te sientas mal, amor. Hiciste-… hicieron muy bien, no solo hoy, sino durante todo el torneo.”

all he did was shake his head up and down taking in what you were saying.

“para mi eres campeón” you assured

He let out a small laugh, mixed with a shaky sob, before pulling you in for a kiss.

when you pulled away you stood there looking into each others eyes for a couple seconds and then he spoke “gracias por estar aqui”

you gave him a soft look, nodding your head up and down.

and then you saw him.

You saw Jude walk past you, but not before he stopped in his tracks at the sight of you and Armando. He let out a small, amused laugh before walking away.

You noticed, and so did Armando. He could tell by the look on your face that you wanted to go after Jude, to explain everything and tell him the whole truth right here, right now.

Armando nodded his head and gave your hand a quick squeeze, silently letting you know it was okay. You picked up your pace as you made your way over to Jude, who was walking inside, away from the stadium.

You yelled his name. The first time, he ignored you. The second time, he finally turned around, giving you a simple, “What do you want?” as he threw his hands up before letting them drop back down against his thighs.

“can we talk?” you asked.

He looked at you for a few seconds, almost as if he was trying to figure out what to say. He didn’t say anything, only motioning with his head for you to follow him somewhere quieter to talk.

once you made it somewhere quieter he closed the door, turned to look at you and told you to “go on.”

“first of all….congratulations, seriously.” you started…

you were about to speak again before he cut you off. “ how long….? how long have you been seeing him? because we only broke up almost two months ago…and you’re already kissing him and wearing his jersey at the World Cup?” He rambled

“a couple months….” you softly admitted

“more than almost two?”

you hesitated before slowly nodding.

once again an amused laugh escaped his lips.

“please just let me explain everything from the beginning, im not trying to excuse anything i just want to tell you the whole truth, you deserve it.”

He slightly lifted his chin, silently telling you to begin

“i met him at the party we went to before your season resumed..” you stopped for a second seeing Judes eyes wide, clearly shocked .

“ we shared a kiss that night which i pulled away from after realizing what i had done…after that night i didn’t talk to him for a while, i was so conflicted because….i had you and i- i…hated that i did that.”

You explained how one day he had a game in CDMX rather than a regular home game in Guadalajara, and the two of you found a chance to see each other. It was your first interaction after the party.

“after that night, we continued to see each other, and im deeply sorry, i didn’t want to hurt you and i didn’t know how to tell you because i care about you.” you were trying your hardest not to cry.

“so…is that why…every time you were in Guadalajara you acted stranger than usual, always avoiding my calls…?” he finally spoke as everything began to click.

You nodded your head slowly. “I’m sorry… the situation was just so different. We rarely had time for each other with the crazy time difference, and with him… it was different. I realized long distance just wasn’t for me anymore, and I didn’t want to keep forcing something that was becoming harder for both of us.”

“I don’t know what to tell you. You had all the time in the world… all the time to be honest with me, and you’re only telling me now?”

“I’m just glad I ended it when I did. I would’ve hated to keep putting effort into a distraction when I had something as important as this in front of me.” he spit out.

There it was again, that word.

Distraction.

You knew you didn’t have the right to be so hurt by his words because, in a way, you had done something worse. But you couldn’t help the way it made you feel.

Jude was clearly done with the conversation. He didn’t waste any time, he simply turned, opened the door, and walked away, not even saying goodbye.

a single tear escaped your eye as you held the others back.

After the next few days, you started to feel okay again as you returned to your normal routine and went back to work, you felt better knowing Jude knew the truth and you could really start leaving that all behind.

Armando was back home in GDL, surrounded by his family and friends, updating you every now and then. He had been telling you how his family already wanted to meet you, but the thought scared you. Meeting the parents felt like such a big step, especially after all the chaos you two had just gone through. You just didn’t feel ready yet.

Liga MX’s Apertura season was close to starting, and Armando promised he’d come visit you before he had to return to training. Since you didn’t have any bookings in Guadalajara, he admitted he liked being at your home more than his own anyway.

You told him you weren’t so sure about him staying at your place for so many days because, although you didn’t have any appointments in Guadalajara, you had one in Puebla and another in Puerto Vallarta. You’d have to fly out a couple of times, and you didn’t want him sitting around alone while you were gone. He didn’t even hesitate before responding, “¿Y? Voy contigo. Nuestro primer avión juntos.”

You guys were able to go out, and you got to show him so much more of your city. You went shopping together, explored different places, and even had a much fancier dinner.

He simply waited at your house, watching TV while you went out for nearby work. When you came back, he’d always ask how it went, how the clients liked the looks, and if you took pictures of your work.

Then came the day of your appointment in Puebla, you decided to drive up there since it was only a two hour drive, flying would shorten it to about thirty five minutes but you didn’t mind, you had time.

Armando helped you pack your makeup bags into the car, and as the road trip went on, you played your shared playlist, both of you singing at the top of your lungs without a care in the world. When you weren’t singing, it was just light conversation, talking about the Apertura season coming up, how excited you were for this client, and everything in between.

You even played 21 Questions, the conversation game, just to learn more about each other. You both always enjoyed discovering new things about one another.

Since the trip was about two hours, you took turns driving. You drove for the first hour, then switched, letting him drive for the remaining hour and a few minutes. Even while he drove, his hand almost never left your thigh, when it did it was to hold your hand.

Your appointment in Puerto Vallarta was the day after, and Armando still had three more days before he had to leave back home. He suggested staying longer than just a day, wanting to make the most of the little time you had left together before he was back with the team.

Your first plane ride together was calm, you decided to watch a movie, you put on Guardians of the Galaxy, thought you did not completely finish it because you ended up falling asleep on each other. You woke up with a few minutes remaining and were able to capture a picture of the view to your left as well as your right.

When you got there, you both settled into the hotel before you had to leave for your client. While you worked, Armando stayed behind, finishing up the itinerary for the next two days you’d spend together, texting you every now and then to check if you liked his ideas.

Your first day together was beautiful. You were both so free, in a completely new city, all alone and able to explore together. After finishing your client, you met back up with Armando and spent the rest of the day wandering through Puerto Vallarta without worrying about anything else.

You walked through the colorful streets of the Romantic Zone, stopping at little shops and laughing as you looked through things you didn’t actually need. You made your way down the Malecón while there you took pictures of the ocean, the sculptures, and each other whenever the other wasn’t paying attention. You also tried different foods, sharing bites with each other.

As the sun started to set, you ended up at the beach, enjoying the view and each other’s company. You sat together on a blanket placed on the sand, surrounded by snacks and drinks, your head resting on his shoulder as you both watched the sky change colors. And before you left back to the hotel, you guys walked around a bit, feeling the water hit your feet. You both kept stepping on shells, making you guys begin to grab and collect some.

The next day, Armando woke up with a completely different energy, already ready to start the day. When you asked him what he had planned, he only gave you a grin and told you to put something cute on and make sure you had your bathing suit underneath.

You insisted he tell you what you were doing, but he wouldn’t. Eventually, you gave up and just got ready, even more curious about what he had planned.

After somewhat of a drive, you looked out through the window, spotting boats and yachts lined up along the docks. You turned to him confused, but all he did was smile as he parked. He opened the door for you and slowly began leading you toward one of the boats, letting you take everything in.

“Armandoooo!!” you exclaimed, practically glowing with excitement. You loved boat rides. You hardly ever got the chance to go on them, and it had always been something you wished you could do more often.

“¿te gusta?” he asked.

“me encanta!”

you immediately gave him a hug, then slowly pulled away a bit to place a kiss on his lips, he smiled into the kiss only making you do the same.

He had arranged a private boat tour for the two of you. As you stepped onto the boat, you immediately noticed the rose petals scattered across the floor and the few candles placed around the space, creating a small but thoughtful romantic setup.

You both enjoyed the view and each other’s company throughout the boat ride. At some point, he managed to convince you to jump into the water with him. You were terrified at first, but you trusted him, and you were always willing to step out of your comfort zone for the memories you’d make together.

“¿Lista? No lo pienses tanto, solo agárrate de mí,” he said, making sure your arms were wrapped around each other. Before you could overthink it, you were both jumping, your screams filling the air until they were cut off the second you hit the water.”

it felt cold but not extremely cold, you didn’t let go of Armando not one bit, he found it so cute all he did was giggle. Slowly but surely you began to let go just a bit, not going too far from him but floating on your own.

“que hermosa te ves, quisiera quedarme aqui contigo para siempre.” he stated as he slowly inched closer reclosed the gap between the two of you.

“que mal que eres jugador muy profesional y trabajador que siempre esta ocupado” you joked

“ay si.” he groaned pretending he hated it.

Then, after a couple minutes of fooling around, he stared into your eyes with soft admiration before speaking up. Slowly, he said your name, his voice quieter than usual. For a moment, he just looked at you, like he was taking in the fact that you were really there with him, trying to find the right words before saying what had been on his mind.

“Sé que en mi cabeza ya eres mi novia desde hace mucho… pero quiero hacerlo bien. Quiero que seas mi novia, oficialmente,” he finally said.

His voice carried a little nervousness as he looked at you. “Quiero ser tu novio… oficialmente.” Even though you both knew already how much love you had for each other, doing everything like boyfriend and girlfriend, you could tell this moment still meant a lot to him.

“¿Que te parece?” he asked while you stared at him in awe.

“obvio que si quiero ser tu novia Armando, y quiero que seas mi novio….oficialmente” you said while laughing, you felt so much joy im that moment.

The two of you wasted no time before pulling each other into a kiss. It was long, the kind of kiss that told you both everything you needed to know. After all the chaos, the doubts, and the moments where you weren’t sure where things would end up, this was exactly where you wanted to be.

once you both pulled away you looked at him, while fixing his hair that was in his face as well as admiring it “mi hormi, te amo.” you admitted.

His eyes widened just a bit as the corners of his lips turned upwards. That had been the first time you had ever told him you loved him. He couldn't help the smile that spread across his face, his heart feeling impossibly full.

Then it hit him. You hadn't called him Armando... you had called him "Hormi," shortening the nickname you once swore you'd never use.

At the party, you had laughed about it, joking that the nickname stopped with you, and he had found it funny. Now, though, hearing it slip so naturally from your mouth only made his smile grow wider.

Realizing what you had just called him, you couldn't help but smile even wider. “No te emociones, fue sin querer,” you teased.

“¿El ‘te amo’ o el ‘Hormi’…?” he teased, a playful smile forming on his face.

“No, pues de que te amo, te amo, Armando,” you admitted with a grin, emphasizing his name this time.

He leaned in with a grin, kissing you before pulling away just enough to look into your eyes. For a moment, he simply admired you before softly saying, “Te amo.” and then planting multiple kisses on you.

You both held onto each other in the water, a small smile slowly forming on your face as you took in the moment.

Your mind wandered back to when the nickname had slipped out, realizing how different it felt now. Deep down, you knew you were slowly getting used to it. What once felt weird to say now came out naturally, and you had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last time you called him that.

Everything felt right, and you were ready for everything this relationship had to offer you.

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MEET ME AT MIDNIGHT

armando gonzalez x f!reader

summary: Jude Bellingham, your boyfriend, brings you as his plus one to a party. While you're there, your attention slowly shifts away from him when someone else catches your eye, turning the night into a whirlwind of emotions.

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wc: 5.5k

warnings: cheating sori

You were currently on your way to a party with Jude, when he asked for you to come with him to a party that would consist of a bunch of random football players you weren’t really interested but in the end you agreed to go because he really wanted you there.

It was around nine at night. You sat in the passenger seat, gazing out at the dark sky as the wind brushed against your face. The night was beautiful, but so was the view to your left. When you turned your head, you found Jude behind the wheel, effortlessly driving in his black pants, navy blue polo, and glasses.

When you arrived, Jude got out of the car and made his way over to your side, opening the door for you. You smiled at him as he reached out his hand to help you out.

“ready?” he said as you both began to walk towards the place.

he saw the look on your face and said “its just a bunch of cool football dudes nothing to worry about babe.”

“you’re the only footballer i can handle, and even thats a stretch.” you chuckled.

“i don’t know if i should be delighted or…”

you gave him a small slap on the shoulder as you continued to laugh.

As you stood in front of the door, you could already hear the music blasting from inside. The moment you opened it, the sound grew even louder. Strobe lights flashed across your face as you stepped into the crowded room.

The excitement hit you instantly. You grabbed Jude and started dancing, and he didn't hesitate to join in, matching your energy immediately.

about two minutes after you heard a couple voices all saying Judes name, you figured they were his friends. You both stopped dancing to face them.

“what’s up mate!!” you heard Jude call out to them.

once they finished greeting each other their eyes shifted over to you.

these friends you had met a couple times before, they embraced you in a hug while all asking how you were.

You were all making small talk about the party and life in general when the conversation gradually shifted to their own topics, so you excused yourself and walked over to grab a drink.

You grabbed a drink from the kitchen, twisting the cap open as you rested against the counter. You didn’t really know anyone at this party other than Jude and his friends though you did know of many.

as you stood there watching everyone else you noticed 3 specific boys who seemed to be having the most fun. You thought you recognized them, they looked like three guys you’ve seen on Mexico’s team but you weren’t sure what their names were.

You found yourself smiling at the 3 boys having so much fun, but one of them completely stood out to you though. He was the most energetic one, full of laughter and making everyone around him including you smile.

After spending enough time people watching, you made your way back over to Jude. The moment he spotted you, he met you halfway, immediately reaching for your hand.

“hey i was just about to go looking for you” he said

“im a little bored, whens the fun starting” you said

he laughed before he spoke up again “i think my buddies said they were about to set up for some beer pong….if you wanna?”

“fuck im horrible at it” You groaned. "Fine. But you're helping me."

“I dont think it works like that babe” he smiled

“it does”

“not….” he adds.

you playfully rolled your eyes before telling him to lead the way which he then began to walk over to where you saw 10 cups stationed on both sides of a table.

once they were fully stationed they yelled out to see who would be the first to play and literally seconds later Jude began to walk away from you and towards the table

on the other end of the table was one of his friends, Morgan, they kept yelling things at each other across the table but you couldn’t exactly hear over the loud music

jude threw the first ball, a loud “fuck” escaped his lips after not making it in.

Morgan didn’t make it in either and they went on for a bit, not one of them making it in.

“Estos weyes no hacen nada,” you heard loudly from behind you, making you turn around. You couldn’t help but laugh when you saw it was one of the three guys you had noticed earlier.

“aver como juegas tu.” you teased.

He had been in the middle of talking to his friends, so when he suddenly heard your voice, he turned toward you with a slightly confused look before replying. “na pos mejor que ellos, nomas tiran y tiran y no llega”

he might’ve been right, you knew you sucked at this game but you didn’t know Jude sucked more than you, you didn’t even want his help anymore.

But soon enough, Jude finally made it in, making you turn around and laugh a little in the guy’s face. After that, they started getting the rhythm of the game, and it became a lot more intense, with Jude and Morgan going back and forth, taking drinks right after one another.

The game came to an end when all of Jude’s cups disappeared, making him lose. You could see Morgan on the other side looking completely hyped, while Jude just laughed and playfully stuck his middle fingers up at him.

“you’re worse than me” you said to him.

“that was just not my best work” he immediately replied.

“right….”

before you could say anything else you felt a tap on your shoulder

“oye, ¿tu y yo?” you heard as you turned around, it was the same guy again

“que” you said through your laughter.

“no que querías ver como juego, aver también quiero ver como juegas tu” he replied as he put his hand out handing you the ball

this is the moment where you regretted opening your mouth, you glanced over at Jude who did not make it better as he yelled “vamos baby, you got this go”

everyone was already yelling and chanting for you guys to go so you accepted the ball and just prayed.

he started first and of course, he wasn’t lying when he said he’d play better than Jude and Morgan because he immediately made it in.

you began to laugh because there was no way you were making it in first try. You then grabbed the cup and quickly poured the liquid down your throat while not reacting much. Now it was your turn.

“aver dale” he yelled trying to hurry you up.

“no me apures wey” you snapped.

“uy perdonnn” he replied with a slight smile, lifting his hands halfway up in a playful defensive gesture.

You inhaled and exhaled, carefully measuring the distance before throwing the ball.

to no ones surprise….it did not go in.

But it didn’t take you too long to finally make one in, and when you did, you jumped up in excitement. Jude, standing on your right, immediately put his hands up for a high five, which you happily gave him.

You weren’t really the competitive kind of person, but tonight turned you into one. Or, you could say, that guy was the one who brought it out of you.

you were both now on your last cup, it was your turn first, you could hear everyone on your side cheering and getting excited.

you threw the ball and watched it hit the farther edge of edge first before falling right into the cup. You showed excitement for about 5 seconds before he yelled out “elbows”.

you shook your head extremely confused just yelling out no. everyone on his side insisted it was elbows and even had a fee people on your side admit it as well. that completely ruined your mood and even more so when his shot did go in.

losing beer long was kind of your specialty but something made you really wanna win this specific game, maybe next time.

as you drank you last cup he celebrated and made his way over to you and spoke up. “pos asi juego, mejor que tu y tu novio”

you gave him a “haha so funny” look before saying “buen juego. Casi te gano.”

“casi” he quickly replied with a wink which you just ignored.

you then turned to walk away when Jude spoke into your ear. “whats with him? do you even know him?”

you gave him a confused look. “What? I don’t know anyone here except you and your friends, babe.”

“whyd he wink at you?”

you looked at him and just laughed.

“did he? i dont know, should we go ask him why” you said in between giggles.

he didn’t find it too funny so you spoke up again. “babe, that was like our first interaction ever i don’t even know his name, lets just have fun.”

“I guess… I’ve only talked to him a few times, but he’s a pretty chill dude,” he said, before adding, “except for when he winked at my girlfriend.”

you rolled your eyes before asking him about the guy you had just had the most heated beer pong competition against.

he told you he plays for the mexican national team as well as las chivas which you thought was why he looked so familiar, not that you were too into sports or football but you knew a little something especially after having become Judes girlfriend.

he also told you how they call him hormiga or something like that but that he wasn’t sure of his real name. you thought his nickname was pretty strange though, who accepts the nickname ant in spanish, that caused you to laugh a bit.

you were dancing with Jude when you spotted la hormiga, who name you couldn’t wait to figure out because you couldn’t take that name seriously. He was just across from you but you found him staring at you dancing with Jude, though not for long because once you made eye contact he looked away.

You thought that was weird, but you still found yourself not looking away, noticing when he glanced back at you again, probably thinking you had already stopped looking.

you were still dancing with Jude when you quickly snapped back, confused at that whole interaction you excused yourself saying you had to go to the bathroom, not a lie you did in fact have to piss after drinking so much beer. Though you didn’t even know where the bathroom was and you realized that after you had already walked away.

you found yourself walking over to la hormiga who was still in the same spot and you asked him. “oye sabes adonde esta el baño?”

“te enseño?” he asked.

“solo me dices, direcciones y ya” you said pretending to sound annoyed after all he did win against you not too long ago.

“bueno. solo sigues adelante ¿y ves donde esta esa puerta roja? ahi nomas”

you gave him a quick smile as to say thank you before following his directions.

“espera” you heard behind you

“‘tas bien, ya te dije que no necessito que me enseñes” you instantly said as you saw him speeding up to you.

“la verdad que tambien tengo que ir, culpa tuya”

“mia porque?” you asked

“me hiciste tomar mucho, en el juego” he replied and you instantly let out a laugh.

“tu a mi wey.”

you guys made it to the red door which wasn’t the door that les you directly to the bathroom, it was a quieter area away from the music which had doors to 2 bathrooms.

you marched your way to the first door you saw only stepping a foot in before you stopped yourself to ask him the question before you forgot.

“¿cual es tu nombre? el verdadero.”

“Todos me dicen Hormiga,” he said with a smile, defending the nickname like it was his real name.

“pues eso termina conmigo. ¿cual es?” you insisted.

“Armando. pero desde pequeño me dicen hormiga y ya me acostumbre.” he explained.

“ya pues horita me cuentas la historia que ya me meo” you rambled before closing the bathroom door.

once you walked out of the bathroom you noticed the other bathroom still occupied, you guessed it was by Armando and you debated whether or not you should wait for him.

you immediately brushed that thought out of your head, why would you wait for him? you don’t even know him and your boyfriend was currently out there waiting on you to return, you then walked back into the louder room and made your way over to him and the group he was with.

Throughout the night, you found yourself looking for someone, and every now and then, you’d catch his eyes already on you. Jude noticed you acting a bit off and asked if you were okay to which you just replied “what do you mean? Im fine”

You made friends with a couple of girls there whose vibes you really clicked with, and everything was going great. You were enjoying yourself, but you couldn’t help that your eyes kept making their way elsewhere. They kept landing on the tall Mexican with messy hair, beautiful long lashes, thick eyebrows, and a smile that was hard to ignore.

after hours of partying you got a little tired, it was now almost 11 at night and you decided you would sit down a bit leaving Jude to be with his friends. The girls you had befriended decided to sit down with you as well and you all just chatted a bit, until you decided to take your phone out and you noticed a follow back notification from around 30 minutes ago.

hormiga_glez started following you

a small smile crept up on your face before you lowered your brightness, clicked on his profile and scrolled. it was just a bunch of pictures of him on the field all sweaty and red in some. some of them were promo pictures or brand deals, the smile did not leave you face which causes the girls to question you.

“girl whats got you so smiley?”

you were so distracted by his profile that you didn’t even hear them not until they spoke up a second time.

“what?” you questi immediately putting your phone down.

“who are you talking to? should Jude be worried” they joked.

but that made you think.

should Jude be worried….?

since you laid eyes on Armando you haven’t been able to stop and now you were staring at his account with a smile on your face? You were here with Jude but your eyes were barely on him only on someone else.

you looked at them and let out a breath of air before replying. “girl bye, its just my family group chat they’re all together right now”

“they wont stop sending pictures” you added on.

you could’ve really came up with a better lie but you didn’t even really know these girls so you didn’t mind.

after a minute or two you picked you phone back up and pressed follow back, once you did you looked up and there he was, still in the same spot you saw him in a couple minutes ago.

you watched him laughing with the two guys he was constantly with until he reached in his pocket to take his phone out. He stared at his phone for a few seconds before finding you and giving you a small smirk before putting his phone away.

seconds later he began walking toward the kitchen, glancing back at you just long enough for you to understand what he was trying to say. You excused yourself before slowly making your way over to him.

at first none of you said anything, you both just stared at each like waiting for one of the other to say something.

“Te ves muy hermosa bailando,” was the first thing that slipped out of his mouth. He immediately closed his eyes for a second, almost embarrassed that those were the first words he chose, before looking back at you and waiting to see what you would say.

Your heart skipped a beat, but you played it off, keeping your expression calm. “ahh me has estado observando….muy stalker vibes”

The corners of his lips began to curl into a knowing smile.“claro, la noche entera. y no te hagas que tu también a mi.”

he wasn’t lying.

You both then began to talk about anything and everything, going from random stories to things you normally wouldn’t share with someone you had just met. Somehow, the conversation felt effortless, and you found yourself wanting to know more about him with every passing minute.

he ended up telling you the story as to why everyone calls him hormiga and even tho you still wouldn’t call him that you found it very cute.

“ay pero mejor suena yiyiga, te hubieras quedado con ese.” you giggled.

he told you how when he was little he would call ants “yiyigas” and he used to be scared of them and thats how the name stuck.

“Si quieres, dejo que seas la única permitida a decirme así.” he said with a grin.

You laughed, giving him a small smack on the arm.

“Don’t get too excited, I said it sounds better, not that I’m actually gonna call you that.”

as your conversation went on your hand rested on a countertop as you both continued to speak and so did his, “me encanta tu risa” he spoke as he slowly inched his hand closer to yours and if you were anywhere else, somewhere quieter, somewhere emptier maybe you wouldn’t have moved your hand.

“perdon” you both said in unison before a short silence that resulted in you both just laughing.

shortly after the laugher died down you spoke up “estoy con Jude….” you stated, you didn’t know if you were trying to let him know or remind yourself.

he stayed quiet for a while before he spoke up. “miss bellingham.”

“ni para tanto. no estoy casada idiota.” you giggled.

“¿y tu, no tienes a alguien? ¿o no te interesa alguien?” you asked.

“si me interesa alguien” he muttered, you almost didn’t hear him due to the music. “pero tiene novio” he added now closer to your ear.

you felt your skin warming up, You knew he was talking about you and you didn’t hate it, you knew it was time for you to walk away.

“bueno….suerte con eso.” you said before walking away.

Seconds after you walked away, you found yourself in front of Jude. “heyyyyyy lets dance” he said with a slightly tipsy smile on his face while he held a drink in his hands.

“oh you’ve been having a time huh” you said, raising an eyebrow.

he doesn’t respond he just grabs your hands dragging you to where theres people dancing.

you didn’t really like that he had been drinking so much, you wouldn’t mind if it wasn’t for the fact that he was driving tonight. You danced with him but you were matching his complete energy.

“Jude….you’re supposed to drive tonight, let that be your last drink please” you requested.

“babe im fine i promise.”

“yeah not if you keep drinking though. last drink.”

“yes ma’am” he replied and gave you a quick kiss, not putting up a fight.

thats when someone came up to you guys asking if you wanted to play cup flip to which Jude declined. “Im on probation” he jokes while pointing at you.

they then asked you if you wanted to play, you weren’t sure since Jude wasn’t going to but he insisted you should go play.

“just make sure you play extra hard for me” he shouted

you walked you way over to the table with Jude and saw as the teams were being formed. There were ten cups lined up across the table, and you were pretty sure you'd have to wait until the next round since almost every spot was already taken, with someone standing in front of each cup.

soon enough you heard someone invite you to their team “join us we need you. i saw how competitive you were with my boy hormiga”

it was one of the two guys Armando had been hanging out with all night, Armando stood to his right making prayer hands with the cutest smile at you so you’d join.

obviously you couldn’t resist, thats when you went to stand in front of the last cup next to Armandos friend and as you did Armando spoke to his friend.

“Brian, let’s switch.” He looked a little confused at first, but then remembered you were standing beside him and immediately realized why Armando wanted to switch.

Then another voice cut in. It was their third friend. “Armando, let’s switch,” he teased, sticking out his bottom lip in an exaggerated pout while trying not to laugh.

“no wey tu quedate ahi” he immediately replied causing them all to laugh.

soon enough the game started, with the first person on your team immediately flipping the cup over, the second person followed flipping it right over earning screams from everyone on the team. you guys were currently one cup ahead, everyone was just yelling and hurrying everyone up.

“FLIP IT HURRY” was all you heard, you contributed every now and then when the other team would catch up.

Armando's two friends had just gone, and they lasted much longer than they should have, earning loud screams from the other team as they were now in the lead.

But now it was Armando's turn. He grabbed the cup, quickly downed the drink, making a face as he swallowed before setting it back down.

“dale yaa. con todo” you shouted at him.

you stared carefully at his cup so you wouldn’t miss your cue. he got the cup over during his third try and you quickly picked your cup up drinking everything quick to then set the cup down and start flipping.

this was genuinely the most competitive you’ve ever been, the other team was also on their last person so both teams were now extremely loud.

you could hear Armando to your right and Jude to your left yelling “you got this.”

after 3 flips your cup landed, you immediately looked up at the other team and they were still flipping stopping shortly after realizing they had lost.

“Esooooo!” you heard from your right. You turned to see Armando with his hands thrown up in excitement. You immediately started jumping, laughing as your hands met his in a high five.

when you looked to your left you saw Jude starring at you with a shocked expression. “excuse me miss competitive”

“cant let me out the house” you said in between laughs

“im done im sitting for the rest of the party.” you added

“are you sure? or do you just wanna go home?” jude asked.

you were really tired by now and you would’ve said yes but something didnt let you say yes.

“esta bien, ill just chill a bit you can keep partying”

“without drinks” you added.

“okay, let me know when you wanna leave” he replied before you both went separate ways.

you made your way over to the back outside area which was a little less crowded and sat on a step. The fresh air hit your face and you finally had time to just breathe.

you weren’t sure what was going on, you were trying your best to have a good time with Jude and you were for the most part but you were also really enjoying your moments with Armando more than you should’ve been.

Never in a million years did you think you’d be in this position. Almost a year ago, you met Jude, and months later, he asked you to be his girlfriend. You were completely new to this world, but you liked it because it was Jude’s. Now, you found yourself taking interest in someone else who was also a part of this world.

You were starting to feel a bit guilty. Your eyes drifted toward the glass door, where you could see both of them inside, laughing with a group of people. Seeing them together made the guilt settle in even more.

you didn’t understand why this was so hard for you, youd been with Jude for a while now, whatever you were feeling you should just ignore it but why was it so hard to? You genuinely couldn’t, Armando clouded your mind and the interactions you’ve been having all night haven’t helped.

When you and Armando spoke in the kitchen a while ago the conversation flowed so smoothly, he was so good at conversation which made it easy for you to go on. something about his eyes preventing you from looking away from them for more than 10 seconds and his smile felt basically contagious. you liked how nerdy and sarcastic he was, how he was confident but shy at the same time.

You found yourself looking back inside again, almost as if you were trying to remind yourself where you were supposed to be. Your eyes landed on Jude, and for a moment you just watched him. Then you noticed the can in his hand.

You had told him not to drink anymore, and he agreed without much of a fight. Maybe under any other circumstances, you wouldn’t have thought much of it. But tonight, your mind was already running in a hundred different directions. The situation with Jude and Armando was enough to overwhelm you, and now seeing Jude with another drink in his hand knowing he lied to you only made it worse.

Did he actually mean it when he agreed, or did he just say it because he didn’t want to hear you argue?

you didn’t feel like confronting him about it, you had already asked him not to drink and he went on and did it anyway there was not much you could do anymore.

you opened your phone and saw it was around 11:30 at night, it was pretty early to leave a party but you also just weren’t in the mood anymore. Unfortunately you came with Jude who you didn’t want to talk to right now, maybe you were over reacting but you were feeling a million different emotions right now.

you began to press buttons on your phone until you landed on Armandos instagram debating whether you should unfollow him and just leave all of it at this party and never think about him again. You let out a loud sigh and instead went to Judes contact.

im leaving alone, i see you drinking when you told me you wouldn’t.

if you wanted to drink this much we should’ve came in an uber

see you tomorrow.

you made your way back inside to leave through the front door making sure you didn’t pass by Jude though you did make slight eye contact with Armando who wasn’t with him anymore.

you didn’t know when Jude would see your texts but you didn’t really care you just wanted to leave, once you made it out the door you felt your phone buzz, you took it out of your pocket ready to see Judes name on your screen.

it wasn’t Jude.

donde vas?

te vas sola??

jude aun sigue aqui

it was Armando.

ya me voy a mi casa, me canse y Jude se puso a beber mas de lo que tenia

you replied knowing you didn’t have to but you wanted to.

————

Armando

no te vayas!! horita salgo y te llevo

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You

JAJA pero si tu tambien andas borracho

quedate estoy bien

todavia es temprano

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Armando

borracho donde?

ya paro de beber.

espérame si quieres caminamos

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You

vivo a una hora caminando. ya me voy

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Armando

enserio no te vayas, caminamos a un lado por ahi.

como dijiste aun esta temprano

—————

the thought of taking a walk with him didn’t sound horrible but you also didn’t know if it was the best idea. You texted him exactly that, but he wouldn’t give up.

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Armando

dame unos minutos, encuéntrame a medianoche por la salida de atrasss plisss😊

no acepto un no

solo un si

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you replied with neither, all you did was like his first message and found yourself walking towards the back exit.

it was currently 11:45 and you found yourself standing outside of a party about to wait 15 minutes for a guy you met a couple hours ago.

Your thoughts began going in circles again. Standing out here for 15 minutes wasn’t helping anything, so you carefully made your way back inside, hoping a few moments away would clear your head as you headed for the bathroom.

You stared at yourself in the mirror for a bit before opening your purse and taking out a few makeup products to touch up your face. You re curled your lashes, relined your lips, and added some blush. Once you were done you opened your phone again.

You had Armando’s message liked, while on the other hand, Jude still hadn’t replied or even opened your message. It seemed like the alcohol was doing its job on him.

You took a deep breath before opening the door and making your way back outside at 11:57. You stood there for a moment, nerves starting to creep. Then the door suddenly opened, revealing Armando who had a serious look on his face, but the moment his eyes landed on you, his expression changed and so did yours.

“hola” you both said so low it was almost a whisper.

you both let out nervous giggles until you spoke again.

“casi me voy.” you joked

“¿me romperías el corazón asi?” he said with his hands on his chest acting shocked.

“si.”

“bien mala eres”

before you could reply he added. “pero me gusta.”

you felt your skin warming up all you could do was let out a small laugh before you began to take a few steps forward.

“A ver, ¿a dónde me irá a llevar el tal Armando González?”

“la verdad que no se nada de lugares por acá solo pense en dar una caminada contigo” he admitted

you didn’t mind, a walk might be just what you needed right now. you agreed to just take a walk and if you guys found somewhere empty to chill then that’d be perfect.

you guys continued to walk under the dark sky every now and then making jokes and noticing things about this part of the city you never have before. At some point during your walk, your hands found each other again. This time, neither of you pulled away, letting your fingers stay intertwined as you continued walking.

As you both continued walking, you found an empty bench overlooking the city. The view was beautiful, the lights glowing in the distance as everything around you finally felt quiet.

The two of you sat there for a while, the city lights shining in front of you as the conversation slowly faded into comfortable silence. For once that night, you weren’t thinking about the party, the noise, or everything waiting for you back inside. It was just the two of you.

You looked over at him and found his eyes already on you staring at you with pure desire.

it didn’t take long for him to speak up. “sabes… hay algo que llevo queriendo hacer toda la noche.”

Your heart was now racing as the moment began to feel more intense.

“¿Sí?” you asked, staring into his eyes for a moment before your gaze fell to his lips.

There was something in the way he looked at you that made your heart race, like you both knew this moment was something you probably shouldn’t be having. Nevertheless, he slowly leaned closer, giving you every chance to pull away, but you stayed.

Your lips met, and the world around you seemed to disappear.

but then reality hit you not long after.

You pulled away, your eyes falling from his as guilt and confusion began to wash over you. Neither of you said anything. He just looked at you, almost like he understood exactly what was going through your mind.

“im sorry…” you whispered.

He shook his head with a small smile. “No te preocupes,” he assured you.

Neither of you moved though. The view in front of you was beautiful, and somehow his company was too. But there was still so much going through your mind, so much you had to figure out.

You didn’t know what this meant or what would happen after tonight. If things would go back to normal once the sun came up, or if this moment would change something between the two of you.

But for now, you stayed there, letting yourself enjoy the quiet moment beside him, neither of you wanting to be the first to walk away

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note: im having fun writing these this is only my second fic ever so ntm on me guys and thank u for the interactions on my first post I appreciate it so muchh.

keep me busy guyss my requests are open for you all lmk what else you want to read.

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I WOULDN’T ASK YOU

armando gonzalez x f!reader

summary: you and armando have been broken up for a few months when one day he shows up at your job with his new girl without knowing you’re working there.

| note: this is my first time writing anything so i apologize if its not the best! i dont know if this will even reach anyone LOL but if it does i would love for you guys to request things you want me to write! it could be about anyone! lmk

word count: 2.6k

After your breakup with Armando you fell into such a deep depression where you would just not get out of bed and if you ate its because your friends and family members were so worried about you they went out of their way to make sure you ate and even showered, but they could not get you out of the house which led to you being fired from your job as a waitress.

After about a month, you were functioning much better. You were still incredibly sad, but you were finally starting to feel like yourself again. You were getting out of bed, going out with friends, laughing again, and having moments where you didn’t think about him every second of the day.

You still missed him, and there were still days where the sadness hit harder than others, but you weren’t constantly checking his socials anymore or wondering what he was doing every second. You were slowly learning how to live without him.

Even though you were healing, seeing couples still hurt sometimes. You would watch them walk past you holding hands and think about when that used to be you and him.

Since you were fired from your job, you went on a job hunt and landed a job as a cashier at a movie theater. By now, you'd been working there for a couple of months.

you had just gotten back from your break about 10 minutes ago, it wasn’t too busy which you were grateful for, you only had 2 customers since returning from your break so you decided to go on your phone until someone came in, but obviously about a minute after you decided that someone walked in, you quickly put your phone away and looked up, you immediately froze.

it was Armando.

and he wasn’t alone.

There was a girl walking beside him, her arm wrapped around his. You didn’t know who she was or what she meant to him. You didn’t know if she was someone serious or just someone he had been spending time with.

Honestly, in that moment, none of that mattered. All you saw was him walking in with another girl like he had already moved on while you were still trying to pick yourself back up.

he was laughing with her as they walked their way over to the ticket station, he hadnt spotted you yet but a wave of anxiety came washing over you. You hadnt seen him in over months and you were just starting to feel okay about the situation, you hadnt really completely come to terms with the break up yet because you genuinely believed he was the love of your life but waking up every morning didnt feel like a chore anymore.

you were stuck in your head, it was such a crazy feeling seeing him in person after so long but what made it worse was that he wasn’t alone, you genuinely felt goosebumps, your heart was beating extremely fast and you started shaking, you wished you would’ve moved and asked your coworker to cover you for a second because now they were walking towards you making it too late, you had to take his order.

Armando’s face changed completely once he laid eyes on you.

you immediately tried to get yourself together, he couldn’t know that the sight of him now makes your heart ache just as much as it did that night of the break up.

“hola, ¿como les puedo ayudar?” you asked calmly once they were finally in front of you.

It took a while for any of them to say anything, the girl was waiting on Armando who was currently just staring at you.

the girl noticed and immediately gave him a little push with her elbow. “Armando…” she said in a low voice sounding a bit embarrassed.

that made him snap back.

he looked at her, gave her a little smile grabbed her hand.

ouch.

“perdon…eh me puedes dar unas palomitas grandes con dos refrescos medianos porfavor.”

“claro, ¿algo mas?”

he looked back at the girl he was with giving her a look to see if she wanted anything else.

she shook her head.

“no, eso es todo” he responded.

before you could process the order on the screen he spoke up again

“digo si, eh perdon, a mi me puedes dar unos m&ms de cacahuates porfa”

you gave him a tight smile and shook your head yes, adding it onto the screen.

you tried not to laugh, not because it was funny just because you couldnt believe it.

peanut m&ms were your favorites.

and he constantly made fun of you for liking those.

“serian 540 pesos”

he handed you his card, the urge to just keep it, walk out and take yourself on a shopping spree was pretty strong right now.

but obviously you didnt do that.

you waited until they were completely gone from your sight to finally let go of the act. You quickly walked your way over to the bathroom, you needed to be alone.

once you made it in you texted your coworker to cover you for a bit, no explanation but she didnt ask she just responded “ya, pero te apuras”

All you could do was look at yourself in the mirror. A couple of teardrops threatened to fall from your eyes, and you let them. Not long after, you washed your face and fixed yourself up before heading back out.

“its okay, you’re okay” you thought to yourself.

you were thinking about not seeing him for the next 2 hours when you realized you actually might not even see him at all once the movie ends, you didnt know if you should feel good about it or a little sad.

seeing him with someone else felt like a stab to the heart, partly because you still had some hope for the both of you, it had only been a couple months, you thought maybe you guys could eventually make it through this.

you imagined him reaching out to you one day telling you he misses you. that he wants to see you. that he regrets the breakup.

it never happened, and the reason why was currently sitting beside him not far from you.

you havent even thought about finding someone new , the thought hadnt crossed your mind at all. all you cared about was healing from it all, work, and school which you were in your last year of. Graduating college was the one thing that kept you in a good mood, soon youd be able to stop working here and not risk seeing him again.

After about 45 minutes you heard a voice calling your name from behind you which made you quickly turn around and there he was.

you were confused, the movie definitely hadnt ended it had only been a little over half an hour and he wasnt even with his new girlfriend he was just standing there alone looking at you waiting for a response which….you did not give.

all you did was stare in confusion.

“¿como estas?” he asked

shortly after you let out a laugh

“¿me estas preguntando que como estoy? ¿enserio?”

“¿que tiene de malo?”

“armando. estoy trabajando no tengo tiempo para esto”

right when you said that a family of 4 came up to you to order, you took their order and when you were done he was still standing there.

“¿podemos hablar porfavor? solo unos minutos”

“estoy trabajando” you repeated.

this time around you had 2 other coworkers working concessions with you.

“ no vas a dejar solo, hay dos mas trabajando aca”

you weren’t sure why he wanted to talk to you so bad but its not like you didnt want to say yes, you actually did but you knew you shouldnt.

you shortly realized he wasnt going anywhere

“solo unos minutos” you said giving in.

you quickly apologized to your coworkers, telling them it was a quick family emergency but that youd be back in a couple minutes.

“¿que quieres?” you blurted once you guys made it outside.

“estas ardida entiendo.” he responded

“si armando, pero solo por que me vienes a molestar cuando estaba trabajando. no hemos hablado en mucho tiempo no entiendo que quieres” you explained in a sharp tone.

“no sabia que trabajabas aqui. ¿que paso con el restaurante?” he asked.

“pues ya no trabajo ahi.”

talking to him right now was so hard for you, you didnt want to be rude but you also couldnt be nice to him, you aren’t supposed to be because hes your ex and the guy who made you fall into deep depression a couple months ago.

“¿oye y tu novia? la dejas ahi sola para venir a molestarme. ¿enserio?”

“no es mi novia-” you cut him off

“lo que sea armando, la trajiste a ver una pelicula asi bien romantico, osea te gusta. Regresa a ella y yo regreso a trabajar.” you stated.

you were about to go back inside when he spoke

“me gustas tu.”

you didn’t say anything.

you couldn’t say anything.

he began to inch closer to you, just a little because you were at a crazy distance from him, which was on purpose but now….you couldn’t move.

“di algo” he insisted.

once again you remembered how he hadnt reached out to you this whole time and that there was a girl waiting for him right now.

“no digas eso. enserio, no digas cosas que no son verdad”

“¿porque no seria verdad?”

“es la primera ves que hablamos en hace meses Armando. Nunca me mandaste mensaje, nunca te preocupaste por mi. Encima de eso entras con una chica bien agarrados de las manos y quieres que crea que aun te gusto?”

“hablas como si terminamos todo por mi culpa.”

you looked at him extremely confused because yes you broke up because of something you brought up but you never intended on breaking up, that was all him.

“nunca dije eso. Solo que si de verdad me amabas no me dejarías ir tan facil”

“nunca pare de pensar en ti.”

you knew that had to be a joke.

you let out a laugh in disbelief.

“enserio.” he stated.

“no te hable porque pense que era mejor para ti no porque no te amaba.”

you didnt respond, instead you thought back to the day when you broke up.

You didnt see Armando as often anymore, it didn’t completely bother you because you knew what came in the package of dating an athlete.

But after a while you had brought it up to him because it would get to a point and you understood he was busy, you just wanted to bring it up to his attention.

he told you “ya se amor, perdóname. Sabes que ando bien ocupado con los entrenamientos, los partidos y todo eso”

that was not only his job but his dream, you couldn’t do anything about it. You just wished he was more present the same way he used to be.

“solo es que te extraño.” you said to him.

“y yo a ti”

he slowly got up from the edge of the bed, walked towards you and gave you a hug.

this was the first time you had seen in eachother in person in a while. He had been cancelling lately due to last minute things with his team. so this hug felt comforting and refreshing.

but you knew you wouldn’t feel his arms around you for another couple weeks after this.

A couple of tears slipped from your eyes, a mix of happiness and sadness. Happiness because you were finally back in his arms, feeling the comfort you had missed so much. Sadness because it made you realize just how much you had missed him.

you wished you could just stay there in his arms forever.

he started wiping your tears while asking why you’re crying.

“extrañaba tus abrazos.”

that only made him keep hugging you but as he hugged you he began to think, in just a minute he thought over your whole relationship, once that one thought hit his head he pulled away.

and in that moment….Armando realized he couldn’t make you completely happy, and that hurt him more than he wanted to admit. He loved you, and seeing you cry because you missed him made him blame himself.

And he didn’t want you to have to keep doing that.

when he suggested breaking up your heart stopped.

“no dije que teníamos que terminar Armando.”

“ya se, pero voy a seguir ocupando, y cansado y no quiero que sigas asi. no es justo para ti.” he admitted

“no es justo que me tengas que decir que me extrañas para que me de cuenta de lo mucho que no estoy, no deberías tener que pedirme tiempo” he went on.

you argued that it doesnt bother you, because you know hes not being distant on purpose.

But he still felt guilty because he knew it bothered you, even if only a little. Not because you wanted him to revolve his life around you or step away from his dreams, but because you loved him so much that you were willing to constantly adjust to his unpredictable schedule.

a relationship is supposed to be consistent on both sides and no one should feel alone

He wouldn’t ask you to stay in a relationship like that.

you snapped back into present time with tears forming in your eyes.

“porque me dejaste. yo nunca quise eso solo queria que estuvieras un poco mas presente.” you told him.

“lo se….fui un tonto. Pensé que no podia darte todo el tiempo que te mereces y decidí terminar, pero no pensé se bien.”

“tuve que pelear por ti, tuve que poner el esfuerzo. Eso fue poca excusa”

“Pero andas con otra,” you said while wiping away the tear that was about to fall.

You were trying to push aside his words before they could make you believe him.

“ella no eres tu.”

“solo pienso en ti. ella y yo….salimos un par de veces pero siempre se siente como si estuviera con la persona equivocada. cuando entre y te vi se me paro el corazón. no supe q hacer, te ves muy bien sin mi y eso me da mucho gusto pero también duele.”

you were starting to fall for his words, at the end of the day Armando wasn’t a bad person, he wouldnt lie to you to hurt you.

it just hurts that nevertheless he did infact walk into your job hand in hand with another girl.

“te he extrañado muchísimo Armando” you finally admitted

some kind of weight was taken off him when he heard you say those words.

it didnt take long for him to reach out to your hands.

you didnt pull away.

you both stood there in front of each other just holding each others hands.

“¿entonces?” He asked.

You didn’t know what to think. In that moment, everything felt like it used to, but reality was still the same. You still had to go back to work, he still had another girl, and he still had the same job that had been one of the reasons you lost each other.

you didn’t say anything, you didnt know if you could still fully forgive him and what would happen after this.

all you knew was that you missed his touch.

He then abruptly let go to reach into his pocket

“mira” he said while pulling a little yellow bag out.

they were peanut m&ms.

you laughed and said “¿y porque te compraste mis favoritos?, siempre me dabas carilla por comérmelos.”

“porque no son para mi….son para ti.” he said as he opened the pack and poured some in your hands.

You couldn’t help but keep laughing. Was it the gesture that was cute, or was it just Armando? Maybe it was both. Because even after everything, a part of you still wanted to ask for more moments like this but you wouldn’t ask him for something he couldn’t give.

He might think he can do better this time, maybe he can. But being an athlete means there will always be things he can’t control.

[bee2124]

When tumblr refreshes itself and the fic I was reading fucking disappears forever 💔

I’ve been searching for a smau I was reading for three days 😔

[obiwan]

The Batman Recap:

[pparkerlvr]

it was me. I moaned.