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mebiselfandi · 1 year

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Title: Cherry Blossoms

Summary: Luka and Sergio get lost in Japan(I'm so horrible at summaries I'm sorry 😭)

Pairings: Luka Modric/Sergio Ramos, Modramos Tags: Just tooth rotting fluff, angry Luka

A/N: I'm not sure where this was meant to go but it's pretty uneventful. It's completely safe for Ramadan. Nothing explicit. Also I don't know how trains work so don't mind how I started waffling when I was talking about the schedule😭😭

“Sergio come on just pass it over.”

“Just hold on I think I’m getting the hang of it.”

“No, you’re really not,” Luka bit out growing increasingly annoyed as he watched Sergio continue to fumble with the map and the train schedule they’d been given by Marcelo before they left the hotel, “just give them to me.” He said impatiently as finally Sergio handed the map and the schedule over.

The map was a mess. Having been turned over and over and crumpled between Sergio’s hands with each sharp turn the trains took. He couldn’t understand a word but he could easily recognize that somewhere between the 4 trains they’d taken they had most definitely gotten lost. Slowly the regret and dismay of even agreeing to Sergio’s ‘let’s go exploring come on it’ll be fun’ was starting to sink in. Luka’s mood was quickly souring and each lurch of the train was only serving to increase his anger. He was getting hot and stuffy and the occasional brushes of strangers knees and hands against him in the much too overcrowded train was making him feel sick. Trying to focus on the map was a lost cause. Half of it being in Japanese was no help and the small symbols only floated mockingly in front of his eyes in a swirl of confusion. The schedule was no better but at least it was in English. His hazy eyes scoured the time listings but he could barely make sense of it. Train 1 left at 2 o’clock. Train 2 at 3 o’clock. And train 3 at 3:30. Hold on that can’t be right. The third train they took left at 4 o’clock. The train they were on right now according to the map and the schedule was taking them the complete opposite way they needed to be. He felt that same queasiness from earlier begin to take effect again at the realization.

“Luka, are you okay?” Sergio asked worriedly.

“Yeah I’m just peachy.” Luka replied flatly, green faced and slightly foul tempered. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the window trying to reign in both his mood and his churning stomach. “We need to get off this train,” he puffed out lowly. He let Sergio softly open his hand and take the schedule out to examine it.

“Okay, just a couple more minutes before we arrive at the next stop,” he muttered as he tucked the schedule away. He reached down into his backpack before pulling out his water bottle and handing it to Luka, “here drink this, you’ll feel better,” he said soothingly.

Luka took it gratefully and swallowed a few sips before the train came to one final lurch. The doors opened wide as the crowd quickly filtered out of the compartment. Sergio quickly gathered the lengthy map and picked up his and Luka’s backpacks from the floor before grabbing onto Luka’s hand and pulling them both out into the bustling station. He weaved the two of them in and out of crowds and in between rushing families and loud businessmen. Finally they made it out to the entrance and he could feel Luka’s grip slightly loosen as the smaller man took in a deep breath. Sergio let him catch his breath a bit more before muttering out a soft “come on” and dragging them further away from the station.

Neither of them were all too sure where exactly they were. The outside of the station was practically deserted which contrasted greatly with how overflowing it was inside the station. With each step they took away from the station, Luka let himself relax more and more. He was still slightly angry for allowing Sergio to get them lost but he had to admit wherever they were was beautiful. They had managed to wander into a park and he let Sergio pull him towards a bench under the shade of a cherry blossom overlooking a small lake. Luka was actually quite thrilled to discover their trip would coincide with the blooming season of the flowers; having always wanted to see them in person. However right now he still felt a little too hot and bothered to completely admire them.

Sergio watched Luka carefully as he lifted up the hem of the blue sweater he was wearing and pulled it over his head. In just his tank top and shorts, Luka felt like he could breathe much better. Sergio took Luka’s sweater and folded it up for him, placing it in the bag before shifting closer to him. He flung one arm around Luka’s shoulder and pressed his thigh into Luka’s as he turned to face the smaller man.

“Are you okay now?” He asked, his voice still slightly tinged with worry.

“Yeah I’m okay,” Luka replied but his folded arms and distant look towards the small ducks swimming peacefully on the lake said otherwise.

“Lukita what’s wrong?”

Luka stayed silent turning his face away from Sergio.

“Please talk to me Luka,” Sergio pleaded as he placed a hand on Luka’s thigh to try and grab his attention. Luka didn’t pull away at the gesture so Sergio had some hope that he wasn’t entirely mad at him. Sergio wasn’t dumb and he knew Luka only ever ignored him like this when he was being too stubborn for his own good. He was sure his multiple ‘Relax Lukita, I know where we’re going’ assurances and his absolute lack of direction in foreign countries had made Luka turn on him. He let out a low sigh as he contemplated how best to apologize to the smaller man before a small lightbulb switched on in his head.

Luka turned to face his now cold side as Sergio had gotten up so suddenly. He watched him walk around the cherry blossom in what looked to be deep concentration. He wasn’t all too sure what exactly Sergio was trying to do but he quickly looked away and pretended to not have been previously watching the man when he began to grin and walk back to the small bench, seemingly having found what he was looking for.

Sergio reassumed his previous position pressed up against Luka’s side, “Luka can you face me? Please?” Sergio asked cautiously. Luka wasn’t really that mad anymore(he could never stay mad at Sergio for long) but he was anxious to find out what Sergio was going to do so he slowly turned his head to face him. Arms still folded and face set in a blank stare, Luka saw Sergio falter a bit at his unhappy demeanor so he softened his eyes a little. Sergio felt a bit more courageous at the small show of affection and it spurred him on into what he had to say.

“I’m sorry I got us lost Lukita. I had the whole day planned out and I really just wanted to impress you,” he took a small break to finally open up his hand and reveal a pretty pink blossom in his palm. He gently brushed Luka’s hair behind his ear before slotting the pretty flower onto it. It looked even prettier in his Lukita’s hair and he couldn’t help the fond look that overtook his face at the sight of the rapidly blushing Croat. Luka’s eyes turned shifty and he averted his gaze from Sergio’s. “Please forgive me Luka,” Sergio mumbled sweetly into Luka’s temple as he leaned in close to nuzzle his face into his hair and smell the flowery scent from the blossom.

“I already forgave you Sese,” he muttered shyly as he uncrossed his arms and held onto Sergio’s biceps. Sergio sent him a big cheshire grin as he stared back into his eyes. He placed one more sweet kiss on the Croats cheek and even he couldn’t help the infectious laughter that bubbled out of him. He leaned in closer to Sergio’s warm side and allowed himself to be wrapped up in the other man’s arms.

Under the shade of the cherry blossom and with the gentle wind blowing pink petals all over the lake, a small bubble settled over the two of them. The soft pinks and purples of the now setting sun made them both feel so relaxed as they forgot the stresses of the day. Luka curled up further into Sergio’s arms and laid his head on his shoulder as Sergio began to rub small soothing circles into his slightly tense neck. Sergio let out a soft sigh as he felt Luka’s arms tighten around his waist and he laid his cheek onto the man’s head.

“Sese,” the smaller man muttered dreamily into his neck.

“Hm?” Luka could feel Sergio’s chest rumble with the hum.

“I might’ve forgiven you but we’re still lost,” he managed to say.

“You stress too much Lukita. Toni and Marcelo are already on their way to get us,” he hummed back, starting to feel worn out from the days events. He gave Luka’s neck a reassuring squeeze before pressing one more kiss into his hair and allowing them to both fall into a peaceful silence as they continued to watch the sun set.

Despite getting them lost and messing up the whole day he had planned out for them, Sergio wouldn’t have traded this moment for anything.

For @liverpool-enjoyer I hope you like it 🫣

Also special thanks to @kevjrr for picking them first😘

#luka modric #luka modrić #sergio ramos #modramos #lukamos #my babies #marcelo vieira #toni kroos #Japan #cherry blossoms #fanfic #fluff #modramos fic #modramos fanfic #the more I looked at this throughout the day #the more I’ve grown to hate it #I’d rewrite but I’m lazy but I will if somebody asks me to #meb writes

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mebiselfandi · 1 year

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Title: The Friend Of My Friend

Summary: Sergio makes Pepe apologize after he badly tackles Neymar

Pairings: Neymar & Sergio Ramos, kinda Neymessi, kinda MSN

Tags: vaguely based on that one gif

A/N: I’m gonna finish all my data at this rate but I’m like addicted to my tumblr or smth. Still technically not here. I just had to post this here too to keep things in order for idk posterity or smth.

“Hey! Neymar, wait up!”

Ramos jogged to catch up to Neymar who had stopped to wait for him. Luis and Leo looked at him questionably and somewhat apprehensively. He’d already won the match, did he want to rub it in their faces too?

“What do you want?” Luis asked irritably.

Leo shuffled slightly closer to Neymar in an attempt to look more menacing towards Sergio. Especially after the nasty tackle he’d given him.

“I just want to talk to him,” Sergio said taken aback by the two men’s standoffish behaviors.

“Well how about you go fu-”

“Luis!” Neymar interrupted, “it’s fine, really. You can go on and I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

Both of them hesitated a bit longer before sighing and beginning to walk away from them.

“We’ll save you a seat Ney,” Luis said as he squeezed his shoulder lightly.

Leo gave Sergio one last warning look then turned to give a reassuring smile to Neymar before following Luis out of the stadium and to the bus.

“Yeah?” Neymar asked as he limped slightly towards Sergio, crossing his arms protectively against his chest.

“You’re limping,” Sergio frowned.

Neymar looked away and scowled slightly at the memory of Pepe’s rough tackle that had sent him barreling into the sidelines. As if losing wasn’t enough, he had to sit out the next match to let his now aching leg rest.

“What made you think that?” He asked sarcastically.

Sergio refrained from rolling his eyes at the younger man’s sarcasm.

“Look, Pepe wanted to apologize,” Sergio muttered as he scratched his head.

Neymar’s eyes widened in fear.

“He’s not coming here is he?” He asked nervously as his eyes darted around in search of the man who had almost broken his leg.

Try as he might, Pepe was one of the few players he couldn’t overcome his fear of. The man was frightening. Sure Sergio was intimidating at times but he never tried to hurt Neymar on purpose. And he always apologized if he did hurt him or at least texted or called to make sure he was okay. In fact he could even almost consider Sergio his friend; the older man having taken an unforeseen liking to him. However, Pepe? That man made Neymar feel queasy at his mention. Even worse in his presence.

Sergio observed Neymar as he crossed his arms tighter and his fingers dug into his sides, clinging to his hoodie. His previously unbothered attitude had been replaced with a fearful disposition that made the boy tremor lightly in fear. With each tremble, the guilt mounted for what he was about to say next.

“Actually…” Sergio trailed off with an apologetic expression.

Neymar took a step back as he realized what he’d gotten himself into but before he could get far, Pepe’s figure could already be seen coming down the corridor accompanied by Marcelo and Casemiro.

Sergio had known Neymar and Pepe didn’t get along. However, he had not realized that Neymar was terrified of the man. Had he known he wouldn’t have ganged up on Pepe, along with Marcelo and Casemiro, to apologize to Neymar.

Marcelo gave Neymar a tight hug and so did Casemiro. Both of them ruffling his hair slightly in the process.

“How are you mano?” Marcelo beamed at his friend. Still glowing from the 4-3 win.

“I’m okay,” Neymar muttered with a small smile, feeling slightly less uneasy in the presence of his national teammates.

“And your leg?” Case asked, casting a worried glance at Neymar’s taped leg.

Neymar looked down and rubbed forlornly at his sore thigh. Grimacing faintly when he rubbed a particularly painful area.

“It’s okay. I’m out for the next game but I’ll be fine for the one after,” he said, unable to hide the dejected tone out of his voice.

Marcelo wrapped a comforting arm around Neymar’s shoulder; well aware of the how much the younger man not only hated losing but being injured as well.

“Cheer up irmão,” Case said as he tipped Neymar’s head up slightly by the chin, “you’ll do better next time.”

Neymar let a small smile slip at his friends’ reassurance. However it quickly disappeared when Sergio cleared his throat behind them, reminding him of why he was here in the first place. Case stood on Neymar’s other side and slid a grounding arm around Neymar’s waist which the younger man greatly appreciated. If it wasn’t for his two friends by his side, he was sure he would have already bolted(as much as his leg would allow) after Leo and Luis by now.

Pepe glared Neymar down, making him feel even smaller than he already felt in his presence. Neymar burrowed deeper into Case and Marcelo’s hold as he once again began to feel the flittering feeling of fear bubble inside him. Sergio elbowed his friend softly in the ribs and sent him an unappreciative look for his terror tactics. Pepe sighed in defeat before softening his gaze.

“I’m sorry you got hurt,” he forced out.

Sergio frowned at his apology, silently urging the man to continue.

“And,” he paused to let out a loud groan, “I’m sorry for tackling you,” he finished as though pained.

“It’s fine,” Neymar mumbled tensely, careful to avoid Pepe’s gaze. Clearly uncomfortable.

Sergio shared a look with his teammates.

“Well, we better get going,” Marcelo said, sending a pointed look towards Pepe who rolled his eyes in response, “all of us.”

Marcelo and Case pressed a kiss to each of Neymar’s temples before saying quiet goodbyes and taking Pepe along with them back the way they came; leaving Sergio and Neymar alone once again.

“I didn’t realize-.”

“It’s okay.”

“I wouldn’t have called him if I’d known.”

“Yeah I know that.”

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t tackle you like that again,” Sergio swore as he linked his fingers with Neymar’s.

The younger man could only look at him through his fringe in shock. He wasn’t sure what he’d done to earn Sergio’s…respect? Overprotectiveness? What exactly this was, he didn’t know but it left him feeling incredibly confused.

“It’s part of the game. It happens,” he said trying to understand the other man’s affection.

“Doesn’t mean I should just let it happen though,” Sergio said as his eyebrows knit together.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” Neymar’s confusion was reaching an all time high.

“Have I ever not been nice to you?”

“Well…no. But you’re acting weird.”

“I like you,” Sergio confessed as he squeezed Neymar’s hand, “is that a crime?”

Neymar was now sure he must have been dreaming. He could only stare dumbstruck at Sergio

“Not like that.” He laughed as he saw the cogs turning in Neymar’s head. The younger man sighed slightly in relief.

“Thank goodness for that,” Neymar laughed gingerly, a soft blush on his face.

“Don’t worry though,” Sergio continued, “you’re my friend and I take care of my friends. I’ll make sure nobody tries to hurt you on purpose again.” He gave Neymar a wide grin in a way of assuring the validity of his promise.

“Thank you,” Neymar said as he flushed even deeper at Sergio’s words. He looked down at their intertwined hands as he tried to think of what to say.

“Anyways,” Sergio started before Neymar could think of something, “I have to go now. Get well soon Ney.” He pressed a quick kiss to his cheek then grinned again when the man turned to look at him in shock. He squeezed his hand once more before shouting out a goodbye as he jogged back down the corridor.

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“So? What did Ramos want?” Luis finally asked when Neymar had now seated himself between him and Leo in the back of the bus.

Neymar was sure it would have been easier to explain anything but what had happened so he could only flush once again and try his best to splutter out of the question.

#just ignore this if you already saw it on my ao3 #meb writes #sergio ramos #neymar #leo messi #luis suarez #casemiro #marcelo vieira #pepe #idk what else to tag

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