The (only) one I love (Martin Ødegaard x Reader, ft Rúben Dias)
**After posting this Rúben imagine, I got a request to do something similar but with Ødegaard. And this is what I came up with. There is a little Rúben cameo and...he might not be that great in this story but oh well 😅 enjoy!! ❤️**
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Jealousy was a very bad companion. It was an irrational feeling that made people say and do very stupid things. No one wanted to feel jealous. And yet…
“You’re going to Manchester?”
“Yes. Just for the weekend”, you said, not noticing the way Martin looked at you. “It’d be fun to see everyone”.
“Sure”.
“You ok? Worried you’ll miss me too much?”, you teased.
“Yeah, that’s it”.
Even if Martin’s smile didn’t convince you fully that it was only that, you let it slide. It was true that you hadn’t spent that much time together lately but you really needed some time away to catch up with your friends and that work trip was a great option to do just that.
Your year studying abroad in Lisbon turned into a job at Benfica, which then led you to your job at City. There, your good relationship with Mikel Arteta made you take his offer of working with him at Arsenal. You were extremely happy in London but you missed Manchester. And especially, the Portuguese boys. You had already worked with Rúben when he still played for Benfica. And once at City, you became friends with Bernardo almost as easily.
The season had been a strange one for you. Arsenal were doing so well but City was always behind, ready to take any opportunity to go back to the top of the table. It was sort of ideal in a way. If Arsenal won, your team won. But if they didn’t, your former team would win. Your friends would win.
Someone who didn’t see it that way was Martin. Even if you had an unspoken rule of not dating players, once you met Martin, that rule banished. You were charmed by his personality the second you talked to him and you already thought he was really cute before meeting him in person, so…
“Let’s go to the match!”
Once you got to the stadium, it was time to separate from Martin. He had been pretty quiet on the ride to the stadium but you didn’t worry much about it. It wasn’t that unusual for him to be like that.
“Good luck, my love”, you said, kissing him and hugging him tightly. You knew how nervous he got before matches and how much your good wishes meant to him.
Despite all the silly thoughts in his mind, your hug made him relax. You were there with him. And he trusted you. There was no reason to be jealous. And yet…
**
Another bad result for Arsenal, while City kept winning all of their matches, meant Martin was pretty upset after the match. He loved being a captain, even if he was still so young. But bad results were harder to digest because of that extra responsibility.
He was waiting for you to be done with work, sitting inside the car, lost in thoughts of what could have been done better.
"Hey!"
Hearing your voice made him turn his body completely to hug you. You barely had time to sit down but didn't mind. Martin needed you.
"Please don't go to Manchester", he muttered against your neck.
"Why?"
He looked up realising he had said that out loud. He couldn't tell you about his jealousy. You wouldn't understand. And it wouldn't be fair to you, because you had done nothing wrong.
"I just…I need you here with me".
"I can come back a day earlier but I need to go. There's work stuff that I need to do there".
"Of course. I'm just being stupid and needy. Stay there as long as you want to".
He shook his head and got ready to drive but you took his hand to stop him.
"Is there anything else you want to say?"
"No", he smiled. "Let's go home".
**
"This is ridiculous", whispered Martin, putting his phone down and his hands on his face.
"What's wrong, bro?", asked Bukayo when he saw his captain's actions.
"I'm stupid. That's what's wrong".
"You're not. Did you see something on your phone that upset you? Is your family ok?"
"Yeah, they are good, don't worry. It's just…", he didn't know how to say it without sounding silly so he took the phone and showed Bukayo.
"I don't get…oh. Don't be jealous, mate. She'd never do that".
"I know", he sighed. "That's why I feel stupid. But look at the comments".
Bukayo did and understood his teammate a bit better. So many people talking about what a great couple you and Rúben Dias made. On a previous post with photos of you two, even one of Rúben's friends commented about it…and Rúben liked the post. Martin couldn't stand it anymore. But he couldn't ask you to stop being friends with him. It wasn't fair.
By the time you got back from Manchester, Martin had convinced himself that not looking at any of your posts was the best idea. He was the type of boyfriend who always liked your posts and left some sort of comment. Even if it was just a heart emoji. So people noticed the change but he didn't care.
"Honey, I'm home!"
You didn't even have time to fully close the door before Martin got there and lifted you to hug you.
"Missed me?"
"Barely", he joked before kissing you. "I thought we could go out for dinner. But if you're tired, I can cook or order something".
"Let's order. I'm shattered. I just want to shower, put on my pajamas and cuddle with my favourite boy".
"That's a good plan", he said, smiling and pecking your lips again.
Martin's smile didn't leave his face while he walked with you to your room. But then you took your hoodie off and he saw it wasn't one he had seen before.
"Did you go shopping while in Manchester?"
"No. Why? Did you expect a souvenir?"
He laughed at your joke, still looking at the hoodie. "Where did this come from then?"
"Rúben", you said, casually. "I was clumsy enough to get sauce on my jacket so he gave me his hoodie to wear".
"That's nice of him".
You smiled at your boyfriend before getting inside the shower, not seeing his face. Not guessing all the thoughts that were going through his mind at that moment.
**
The weeks passed and it was time for Martin's most dreaded match. City at the Etihad.
"Hello traitor", he heard someone say when he was on his way to the dressing room. And he knew that voice.
When he turned to look at Rúben, he saw you hugging him and laughing. He would have stared for hours but a slap on his back woke him up from his daydreaming of how he could murder a Portuguese defender.
"Hey, good to see you", said Erling.
"Yeah, same".
But Martin kept looking in your direction and Erling noticed.
"Who's that?"
"My girlfriend".
"Right…I heard about her. She used to work here".
Martin nodded, hearing your laugh he loved so much but that he couldn't enjoy now because of who was the reason you were laughing.
"I better go. Good luck".
"Good luck to you too".
Martin started to walk faster and you noticed him leaving without getting his good luck hug.
"I need to go. See you later", you told Rúben before sprinting after your boyfriend.
The door to the dressing room closed behind him and you knew you couldn't get inside. The players knew you and probably wouldn't mind but you wanted to respect their privacy. So when you saw another player walking towards the door, you knew it was your best chance.
"Aaron, can you tell Martin to come out for a second?"
"It's time for the coach's talk but then we'll go out again to warm up".
"Yes, but I need to go to work myself and I have to tell him something important…".
"Ok".
Checking your phone you noticed you couldn't wait there longer than 5 minutes. But luckily, the door opened again and it was Martin who got out.
"Hey, I didn't get to wish you good luck".
"No, you were too busy".
"What does that even mean?"
"I have to go back inside. The captain can't miss the team talk".
"Are you mad at me?"
No, he was mad at himself.
"Martin…".
"We'll talk later".
None of you could concentrate well on your jobs after that. And every city goal only made the situation worse.
After the match, a lot of City players surrounded their former teammate Zinchenko. But you were surrounded only by two City players, Rúben and Bernardo.
"Who's going to win the league, then?", laughed Bernardo. You had been joking about it all season.
"I don't care", you said and they were surprised by the way you reacted.
"Don't be a sore loser", said Rúben, putting his arm around your shoulders. And when you looked up, you saw Martin looking at you two. And finally, finally, you understood why he behaved the way he did sometimes. Why he had behaved the way he did before the match.
Focusing on work was the best option for you and that's what you did. By the time you got to the plane, you hadn't talked to Martin and you planned on doing that when you got home. The last thing you needed was to make a scene in front of your bosses.
"Are you going to talk to me or just acting like a child is enough for you today?"
"You don't get it".
"I do, Martin. I do now. You're jealous of Rúben, which is the stupidest thing…".
"Is it stupid? Ask him if it’s stupid! I trust you but I don't trust him at all".
"So I can't be friends with men then?", he was being so ridiculous…you couldn't believe it. He wasn't like that normally.
"You're friends with my Arsenal teammates and it's fine. You're friends with Silva too and it's fine. But Dias…he likes you. Don't deny it".
"If you trusted me as much as you say you do, that wouldn't matter".
Martin noticed you didn't deny his claim. And he really hoped you would.
"I do, but it's hard. Put yourself in my shoes for a second".
Seeing his defeated look took some of your anger away. So you took his hand and walked with him to the sofa so you could sit and talk.
"Why is it hard? Explain it to me".
And so he started to name all the things that had made him jealous in the past, worried you'd laugh at him.
"And then they have to play against Madrid and you want them to win too, writing about it on social media".
"So? Why can't I support City in the Champions League? I won't next year when you play it".
"I played for Madrid. People talked about how my girlfriend was talking about wanting them to lose".
"They treated you like shit. People can't expect me to like them…".
"I guess", he sighed.
"What else?"
"Do you read the comments on your posts?"
That surprised you. Did he? You never did because being a woman in a male centric industry meant you got a lot of abuse on social media. So the best thing you could do was ignore all comments.
"No, why?"
"So you don't see how people ship you and Rúben every time you post about the other or when you interact in the comments"
"That's so stupid. I post a lot with Bernardo too. Why don't they ship me with him then?"
"He's in a relationship".
"So am I".
"Yeah…they don't care about that, apparently".
"Do you get comments about it?"
He nodded, picking up his phone and going to the last photo of you he posted. You read the comments and couldn't believe it. All the cheating accusations under your comment were bad enough. But all those comments about you and Rúben being a better couple…
"You should have told me earlier".
"And look like the idiot I am? I told you, I trust you. But it can be too much. He's taking my league title but he can't take you too".
"He won't".
You understood. And most importantly, you believed him when he said he trusted you.
After your talk, you two cuddled on the sofa. He needed you to be there for him and you needed to reassure him.
Between the match, the travelling and your argument, he was exhausted and fell asleep quickly. You moved him gently so his head could be on your lap and took your phone out and took a photo of him. He looked adorable.
Because of the argument, you hadn't had time to go through Instagram after the match. And you didn't know why, but you felt the need to go to your tagged photos.
One of the first you saw was of you and Rúben hugging. A City fan page had posted it and Rúben liked it. You were about to move to the next when the caption caught your attention.
"Please City, bring her back to the team so these two can be together. Dream couple! 😍"
Rúben like that? You definitely needed to talk to him but you couldn't tell Martin. He didn't need to see more comments like that. He was right when he said it was too much. You could only imagine how painful it would be to see those types of posts about him and another woman.
Looking down at him, you felt the need to do something. And so you opened the Instagram app again and posted the photo you took of Martin sleeping with his head on your lap on your stories.
"The (only) one I love 💕"
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