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hot n cold / rúben dias
summary: being in the will-they-won't-they stage with rúben was confusing, to say the least. maybe a bit of rain during the treble parade can make things clearer for you.
wc: 1.1 words.
author's note: just a lottttt of pinning and tension that doesn't really get addressed, i'm sorry 😮💨 but they KNOW!!! 🙏🏻 also, lots of soft rúben for my soul 🙏🏻
rain in manchester. it shouldn't surprise none of you, part of the whole team that organized the parade, but still, it does.
first, the answer is to delay it. but, you all know the achievement is too big to overlook, so cancelling it isn't an option, with the fans and team all ready to celebrate the huge achievement only done once by a previous team. a direct rival, nonetheless. and considering there are already a sea of blue waiting for their home heroes, the answer comes rather easy: do it anyways. under pure, manchester weather.
the rain comes pouring down on all of you, and it almost feels predestined: like there was no other way of doing it. but also, you're freezing cold, rain soaking all your clothes and glueing them to your body. you couldn't care less at the moment, too focused on not missing a thing, which was difficult to do when jack was putting on a show for everyone to see.
your back clashes against somebody's front, and you want to turn desperately to offer your apologies, except, two big arms wrap around your figure, effectively immobilising you. "fuck, you're freezing" is the first thing the person says, and by his mere voice you know who it is.
you're not only dripping water with the sassines that can be perceived coming out of your lips. "i think that's the expected result when you're standing in the rain for one hour, rúben," you deadpan, and try to get out of his hold. you don't really care about prying eyes from fans right now, because the bus just got to its destination, so the coast is clear, one could say. but still, feeling you flush against him feels wrong, just because you know you're enjoying it far more than you should. he's a colleague, after all.
"come on, come here," he insists, and you can't really get out of his grip with the force he's caging you in now. you two are so close together that you can feel the medals hanging from his neck, and resting comfortably on his chest. his voice brings you back, and you feel like you've been caught staring, when in reality, you've not. "i'm hot. i can warm you up" he resonates, and although he doesn't refer to him being hot, but rather, his body temperature, which is notoriously higher than yours currently, you can't hel but laugh at the connotation. "wasn't really a secret that you're hot when you're shirtless, dias".
he tries to stifle a laugh, but still, the smirk painted on his lips, which enhances the little dimple he has in his cheek, betrays him. "anyways, you'll freeze to death," you say, turning a bit to get to see his face when you're speaking to him. you notice now the way that he's looking at you, so lovingly, that you're almost forced to turn around again to avoid getting flustered in his gaze. especially, when he shrugs your statement off. "wouldn't be such a horrible way to die, right?". thankfully, john comes before you can answer anything to the portuguese.
"come on, lovebirds, we have a treble to celebrate!".
you freeze at his words, and rúben is the one to move you forward when he starts walking, still holding you onto him, as if you'd leave his side at the first chance you had. that's what you would be supposed to do; but everybody's too drunk to remember any of the ruled you must follow, so you decide to follow that path too. except, you know that rúben doesn't have a drop of alcohol on his system, and you're not really in for drinking while at work: so you two are completely sober. "don't listen to him," he whispers when john's out of sight, and you realize you two are the only ones still in the bus. "but he's right. we have to get you warmed up. can't have my favorite staff getting sick, can we?".
ruben doesn't leave your side at all. not when you get down the bus, not when you enter the building. you don't see any of your colleagues, and your first instinct is to go out there, and search for them. for sure, they're all in place, doing their job, and you feel guilty not being there.
rúben gets to catch your wrist, just barely. "where are you going?" he asks, his eyes big and questioning. you only get to point with your thumb, signaling back towards where the exit to get to the stage is, but he's clearly not pleased with your answer. "you're not getting back there without a dry shirt" he says, giving you the blue shirt he had in his hold, and the towel a staff member had somehow dumped on him in a hurry. your eyes clearly spoke before you needed to, because ruben answered before you even muttered a word. "don't worry about me. see you out there, yeah?".
you're too focused filming and taking pictures to even see when rúben gets out, but the way the crowd cheers his name alerts you of his presence on the stage. the first thing you notice is the clear contrast between his shirt and the one the rest of his teammates are wearing. he has a nice, white shirt that hugs him just right, at the same time that marks him as a champions league champion. instead, the rest of the guys are wearing a light blue one, with light blue and neon yellow letters accentuating the fact that they're treble winners.
no one seems to notice the slip up, or at least, think it's accidental, but john sees you, and he knows. after all, it's not too complicated to put two and two together. he nods approvingly, like a proud father, only to shift his focus to clap rúben in the back. it seems to be a bit too strong to his liking given how fast he turns around, browns knitted together in confusion.
your focus gets taken out of their little interaction when jack does the next thing that has the crown roaring, and get reminded, again, of what your job here is. not to fool around with rúben, you chastise yourself, but still, can't help but look for him a few minutes after. this time, he's looking at you, and it makes your cheeks grow warm. he tugs his shirt and points at you, making a little thumbs up. rúben seems to mouth "looks good on you", and you playfully roll your eyes at him. "it's because it's yours".
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player: Rúben Dias
words: 2.8k
type: angst
Let's fast forward to three hundred awkward blind dates later
If she's got blue eyes, I will surmise that you'll probably date her
You dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor
You search in every model's bed for something greater
Everything you were learning about Rúben is completely against your will and though you’re trying to not let it get under your skin and bury deep into your muscles, you still feel any and all nuggets of information grating against your nerves. So it doesn’t surprise you when your best friend opens her mouth and says “he’s been spotted with another model.” but it does feel like salt is being rubbed onto those nerves too.
“Of course he has,” it comes out a little more bitterly than you’d intended and so you swallow some wine instead to stop yourself from saying anything else that you might regret.
“I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what she looks like.” she continues, observing you over the rim of her own glass before she takes a small drink herself.
It’s started to become a running joke for the two of you. You weren’t good enough for Rúben but he was happy to date every woman that remotely resembles you after you. It was a kick in the teeth each time you were faced with another photo of him and his latest beau and a mere mention of someone new feels like a slap.
“Kurt wants to know if you’ll come to dinner on Wednesday.” She changes the subject, knowing that this is a sore spot but it was better that she told you now than being sent it by someone else who believes they’re doing you a favour while not being considerate of your feelings at all.
“No.” You say a little too quickly.
Kurt was one of Rúben’s best friends and if he was hosting a dinner party, then your ex would be there too. You felt suffocated at the best of times merely seeing his name via google or instagram, let alone being made to share the same four walls and a table with the man.
Ex feels too strongly of a word considering you’d barely got past the dating stage. Rúben refused to put a label on the two of you and while you weren’t usually one for wanting them, you did try to ask him where you stood in the situationship. Especially because you were catching feelings, fast and hard and the idea of him not wanting to commit to you pained you more than it scared you. Ultimately, Rúben ended the … situation due to ‘commitment issues’, but had no issues with finding the ability to do so with other people.
“He was invited initially but according to their match fixtures, they have an away Champions League game.” She comments, drumming her fingers on the side of the glass in a beat that you almost recognise.
“I applaud your extensive research before coming to me with Kurt’s invitation.”
“I knew you’d back out almost immediately otherwise -”
“And I did.”
She hums in agreement.
“At least consider it? I’d love to see you there anyway.”
_
You’ve checked and checked and checked again more times than you wanted to admit that Rúben absolutely was out of the country ready for the game tomorrow. With no updates regarding rotations or suspensions from previous games, you’d found it “safe” to leave the comfort of your home and make your way to Kurt’s.
Having Rúben end the relationship had meant that he’d won the monopoly of the friends that you’d made being in his circle, and one of them that you had joint custody over was Kurt. Caring, funny and incredibly supportive, Kurt was everything in a person that you wish you’d found in a friend years previously. Nights at his were never boring and he was the one person you truly felt you could be around and trust not to bring up him in conversation.
By the time he’d opened the front door, you could smell a light warming scent drifting from one of the hallway candles which was quickly swallowed up as you approached the kitchen. If you were peckish upon arrival, then as dinner was being plated up half an hour later, you were famished. Your bestie was still due to arrive thanks to being stuck in traffic both on the way home from work and also after leaving the house. Other mutual friends who you were familiar enough with to interact with but not enough to really talk to are here too.
Bottles of wine and water are on the table along with small baskets of bread and butter which are snatched up by those sitting around you. Several people are still due to arrive, so the amount of empty spaces isn’t bothering you too much, though you do reserve the one next to you for her.
You’re cutting open a bread roll after smushing the butter into a spreadable consistency when your phone beeps and a i’m 5 mins away x text comes through and not for the first time this evening, you sigh a sigh of relief.
-
You’re in the middle of the main course and half a glass of wine down as your bestie is telling you the latest drama from her office when voices in the hallway gets your attention and the voice that once made your stomach flip is now the reason for it dropping. Your head snaps to the head of the table at the opposite end to you and your eyes meet Kurt’s as the voice continues to speak with someone else.
What is he doing here? You mouth a little too aggressively as panic begins to swirl in your stomach. Her fingers touch your arm to try and silently calm you but the more you think about it, the more you feed the dread.
He isn’t supposed to be, is mouthed aggressively back. At least he’s met your energy.
“It’s good to see you again,” comes his voice as he finally steps into the room. “Sorry I’m late.” He says as he finally addresses the room.
The empty space opposite and one seat over now feels as though it’s mocking you. Though it’s not dressed for someone to sit in, you feel as though you should have known this was coming.
“I’ll get you a plate.” Kurt is on his feet faster than you’d have liked him to be but you understand he cannot treat Rúben with disrespect purely because of you nor would you want him to. He gives your shoulder a squeeze as he passes and it’s only in that moment where you feel just how tense your muscles are.
You can hear your breathing coming out in shaky exhales but rather than looking around the table to see what other dinner guests are thinking. You don’t want to look up at the man who you’d held out your heart to. Sure, you’ve seen Rúben around, but not in such an intimate capacity like this. You’ve never had to sit opposite him and felt as though you’ve had to exchange pleasantries. You could, of course, ask to switch seats but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was getting to you.
When you lift your cutlery to begin to eat again, you note that your hands are shaking. You’d rather take a drink but now he’s here, you want as much of a clear mind as you can possibly have. He clouds your judgement far more than any alcohol ever could and he’s stayed in your system longer than any drugs ever would.
Plate to mouth. Mouth to plate. Plate to mouth. You continue until you can’t think anymore.You ignore the sound of a chair being moved and pushed back under, a plateful of food being put down and cutlery clinking together. Talk still flows around the table but it sounds as though you’re listening from under water. Even now with impaired sound, it’s clear it’s become very strained since he came in.
Questions are aimed in his direction and though you try to close off your hearing, you can still hear his replies. If he’s as worried as you are about this meeting, he’s not showing it.
“Do you want this?” You ask your friend, gesturing to the glass.
“Don’t you want it? What’s wrong with it?”
“No, I don’t want it. I want something else.”
“I’m going for one,” James, who sits on the other side of you, says quietly. “I can get one for you too?”
“That’d be great.” You give a small nod and try to give a smile, though you realise in this moment it appears pained.
James was a good man, and someone who you could depend on for a light but long chat. He played the small talk game and he played it well. It wasn’t ever anything much but he gave you good reprieve when you needed it.
It’s not until he’s left the table and in turn, the room, that you remember there’s spare glasses and pitches of water with ice. Not wanting to seem rude, you leave him to get your drink, and busy yourself in pouring a cold glass of water. He returns as you’re taking tentative sips.
“Mmm,” you hum to him to acknowledge that you’ve seen him as he takes his place back at your side while you finish your sips and place the water back on the table and turn to get the drink that Jamie offers you and give a little sniff.
“You remembered.” Small movements swirl the liquid around, ensuring that it’s fully mixed but before you can place it on the table next to the water, you hear
“Might have remembered her drink but you’ve given an extra ice cube.” Your hand freezes as you listen.
“Sorry?” Jamie says. He’s not sorry, it’s more of a chance for Rúben to retract his sentence.
“She prefers two ice cubes not three. You’ve watered down her drink.”
The statement seems to hang in the air between the three of you and when you finally look up, Rúben is looking right at you.
“Thanks Jamie,” your smile is still pained but you give it anyway before taking a quick drink, followed by a deeper one seconds later. “I need some air.” you say quietly to no-one and everyone all at the same time.
Kurt doesn’t fight to keep you at the table and instead, you notice the apologetic expression on his face as you all but flee the room and don’t stop until you’re pulling open the door that leads to the garden and step out. You gulp in the air as you close your eyes and try to clear your head.
Everything had been so good up until then. You’d managed to keep your head down and was fully prepared to not only be civil with him but so sickly sweet he’d need an emergency trip to the dentist.
“Fuck him,” you hiss, letting out some of your frustration under your breath. “Fuck. Him.” You repeat and follow it with a long groan.
“I deserve that.” He says it so quickly, you barely have time to register that he’s said it at all, never mind the fact that he’s snuck up on you. Your heart pounds against your chest with such force, you can’t believe that he’s unable to hear it himself.
“You have some nerve coming out here to me.”
“With you.” he corrects.
You almost scoff at him as you turn to look at him properly for the first time since he arrived. “To me.” you stand your ground. “You decided a long time ago that you’d never step out with me.”
“That’s not fair.”
“What was that back there, Rúben? Seriously. “You watered down her drink.” you impersonate him. “You have no right to correct people on my details when you had no intention of sticking around.”
“So I can’t help?”
“I didn’t need your help. It was a drink. One that he’s made many times before and I’ve never felt the need to correct him before.”
“I just thought if he was making you one, he should make it how you like it.”
“You saw it as an unnecessary dick measuring competition.” You stare him down until he finally looks away. He doesn’t deny it and you knew he wouldn’t. Knew he couldn’t.
“I didn’t think you’d be here.” Rúben tries a different tactic.
“That’s the only reason I’m here because I didn’t think you would be.”
“The highs and lows of football.” He clicks his tongue and points to his thigh. “Felt something in my hamstring. Coach didn’t want to risk it.”
“Shouldn’t you be explaining this to your girlfriend and not me?” You hate that it slips out before you can stop it but you register the look on his face anyway.
“She’s not my girlfriend.”
“Maybe not yet anyway,” you mutter it under your breath and try to push past him but he blocks your way.
“What does that mean?”
“You weren’t ready for a relationship with me but you’re dating the closest possible thing you could find to what you really wanted but were too scared to go for.” And there it is. Months and months of conversations you’ve had with yourself as you’ve lay in bed and gone over everything that happened between you when you’ve had one too many drinks. All the rational, and irrational thinking had led to this moment. Finally putting out your theories to the one person who would either debunk or confirm them.
You watch as he swallows hard and looks away, focusing his attention on almost anything but you. “You still can’t admit that you wanted me more than you let on, can you?”
“What difference would it make to hear it after all this time?” There’s almost a sadness in Rúben’s voice as he realises that it’s now or never to finally get to the bottom of it all.
“Because I know I’m right about us.”
“So it’s about winning then for you,” he doesn’t word it as a question, it feels more of an accusation.
“No. It’s about needing to hear for the first time that what we had was real after months and years of you pretending that it wasn’t.”
“I never pretended.” He tries to justify his actions. “I never said that it didn’t feel real. That it was real.”
“I deserve to know that the only reason why we couldn’t have it all was because you were scared.”
His chest rises and falls as he breathes deeply, the muscle in his cheek twitches as he tries to think about what he needs to say.
“I need to know why they were good enough but I wasn’t. Why date women who look like they could be me if you didn’t want me?” Your voice cracks and you hate that your eyes well up, hot tears now pearling at your lash line, threatening to spill over. You could kick yourself for allowing your emotions to get the better of you.
“You were always good enough. Always. You knew that I wasn’t capable of giving you what you needed at the start. But I wanted to. I could see the life we could have had and I got inside my own head that I couldn’t live up to the version of me that you wanted. That you needed and that you deserved.”
“I’d have taken any version of you Rúben.”
“I know. And I didn’t want you to have one that wasn’t worth it at the time.”
“You hurt me.”
Three words that he’d known all this time, that he’d told himself enough times that he thought if he ever heard it from her, he’d be desensitised to it. But right here and now, he’s not. Hearing it slices into him in a way he couldn’t have predicted.
“I know.”
“I wish that I could get over you.” you say as the tear spills in a hot streak down your cheek and drips from your chin. Another follows and another until you’re forced to wipe them away.
“And I’m selfish enough to not want you to.”
“You’re doing a great job in trying to get me to move on though. Tell me. Where is she? At home waiting for you? Or did she have prior arrangements so she couldn’t come with you tonight?”
“She’s probably at home. Her home.” He clarifies. “Turns out the reality of me is different to the fantasy. You’ll know about that better than anyone.”
“The reality was my fantasy. The only time you ever let me down was when you left me.”
“And if I wanted a chance to make it up to you? Would you let me?”
“I don’t know if I can trust myself to let you back in.”
“I deserve that,” he gives as much of a strained smile that you’d given earlier this evening.
“This has emotionally drained me. I can’t do this tonight. I can’t. ”
“Turning up wasn’t my greatest plan, I’ll admit.”
“No. It wasn’t. But Rúben? I’d give you baby steps to try. Just not tonight.”
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𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮...
Rúben Dias x reader
Word count: 3.6k
Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff, alcohol consumption
Notes: Loved the request, so thank you! It has been in my drafts for a while but I finally managed to tie it together!
Request: Bestie i desperately need a ruben x footballer!reader, maybe where they can’t accept their feelings for each other for whatever reason and it’s kinda bratty and flirty + teasing -
Bodies entangled, breaths mingling and hands roaming. It was all so hot, so picture perfect but it didn't give you anything. Your body keening but your mind reeling, nowhere close to being around the man who currently had his dick in you, he wasn't that special.
A mutter left your mouth, a mutter meant for the man who was currently stuck in your head. "Yeah you like that?" the man above you whispered hotly, and you did, you did like it but it wasn't good enough to erase the man in your thoughts.
"Mhm" you mumbled back, trying to shut down all the thoughts, be in the moment. Eyes closed, shoving him out of your head, your hands tangled around his neck, bringing him closer to you, his hot words in your ear worked, until your phone started making sounds.
He didn't care though, too close to the edge of coming to care. You let out a few exasperated moans as he started to jerk, feigning your orgasm already been upon you as he came with a loud groan.
He got the picture pretty fast, putting his clothes back on, greeting goodbye as you picked up your phone, your lockscreen filled with notifications but all of them were from the same person, the one person who was etched in your mind
Ruben
That fucker.
1 year earlier
Being out felt great, your friends in high spirits just as yourself as you drank and danced the night away. The Euros were done, the season was done and now you had those rare few days off before the new season would kick off and you hadn't said no to a party.
Dancing with arms raised, singing along to the music, head banging along with the tunes, drinks flowing, people flirting. It was nice to feel like a normal young person again, feeling like you blended in.
Standing at the bar you felt eyes on you, the man standing opposite from you gazing over you as you waited for your drink.
His eyes tuned in on you, scanning every centimeter of your body in a way that would have made you uncomfortable but for some reason it didn't. He was not subtle in the way he was blatantly staring at you and in some way you felt it intriguing more than uncomfortable.
It didn't take many more minutes until he approached, drink in hand and eyes a little hazy, telling you he was indeed not completely sober.
Your eyes followed his tall strong frame moving along the floor, gently nudging people as he went through the crowd until he stopped in front of you, his lips now in a small teasing smile.
Sleeping with someone was not on your agenda but if this man was as good at flirting as he was good looking, maybe that would change throughout the night.
-
It did in fact change. Not many minutes in and you were already craving for him, craving to go home with this man. So, you did.
He looked like a fucking art work and he fucked like a maniac, even in your drunk haze you recongised that much. His body moved into yours with such precise movements it didn't take long before you lost all control.
-
Waking up you felt exhausted to the bone. Eyes fighting against the light as memories flooded your mind. Blinking sleepily as your brain connected the dots.
You were not home, you were not in your clothes and you were not alone. Biting in a loud groan you turned around, suddenly face to face with the stranger from last night.
How did this happen?
You usually never had time to go out, too caught up with your career. The break was different though, time to let your hair down and have fun. However fun did not include hooking up with strangers.
You bit in another groan at the thought of the PR mess now at hand but pushed the thoughts away. It could be dealt with later and hopefully nobody had catched you with the man sleeping beside you. His body moved rhythmically in his sleep and you couldn’t help but let your eyes rake over him.
He was handsome, good job
His face chiseled and sharp, eyelashes soft against his cheek, lips slightly pouted, stubble perfectly trimmed. His hair was slightly messy on top of his head. He had no shirt on making it possible for you to see his gorgeous body, blanket thrown low on his hips and you had to force your gaze away from the handsome guy.
Instead you rolled around, looking around in the room. Too exhausted to get up from the comfortable bed yet and looking at the guy he wouldn’t be up yet for a while.
Your eyes traveled over the luxury room, big windows showing the beautiful view of Manchester, the drapes not closed due to the hurry from last night.
Clothes were scattered on a chair, neat but still laid out enough for you to see the bright blue shirt laying on the top. This guy had actually brought you to his apartment. Wow.
The shirt nagged you though, the color too familiar to look past. You teared your eyes away from it, looking at the bedside table that was completely clean of anything. His walls were pretty clean as well. The biggest wall taken up by the big windows, the door wall had a few photos but your eyes couldn't make out what they pictured in the dim light of the gray Manchester morning.
Your eyes traveled to the shirt again, fingers itching to see it more clearly, it was too familiar.
Soon enough you couldn't let it go. It was too familiar and it rang a bell somewhere. You gently crawled out of the bed, careful not to wake up the guy beside you as you tipped over to the chair. The bells only getting louder as you reached out to pick it up. Suddenly you understood why it was so familiar, it was the colors of Manchester City. The bright blue so bright it should be recognisable everywhere.
Your eyes traveled back to the guy in the bed, his toned body, strong thighs... not he couldn't be... right? He was probably just a fan.
He couldn't play for City, could he? I mean you did know most of the players in the team, at least basic knowledge.
You took the shirt out fully, turning it to read the name on the back.
Rúben Dias
Rúben Dias, fuck that was ringing a bell. Only Rúben told you nothing. But Rúben Dias. You knew that name, which meant..
No
You searched for your phone hurriedly, catching it on the bedside table and you immediately sprung for it. Clicking up google and searching the name frantically.
Benfica. Portugal
Manchester City
Fuck fuck fuck
No, how could this be? Since when was he in City?
You dropped the shirt like it was poisonous. Staring at it on the floor, eying it with hatred as you turned to the man again, how can someone so beautiful be in such a team? He was basically the enemy, you were fraternizing with the enemy.
You giggled at your dramatic reaction before turning around to the wall of pictures again, using your phone to light them up. City Champions league final, Portugal team photo, City premier league winners. The evidences were clear and you gulped, fuck. This was gonna be hard to explain to your team buddies in Manchester united.
As you stared at the evidences you heard a low murmur, looking over at the man in his bed, slowly waking up. Your brain shortcutted, should you flee? Scream? Stand still?
Your brain was shortcutting for too long and soon enough the man had woken up completely, blinking up at you in confusion as he tried to blink the sleep out of his eyes.
"Morning" he grumbled, slowly scrambling to sit up but you were too choked up to speak.
His eyes looked you up and down and suddenly you felt very naked in the t-shirt you had on. A cocky little smile made its way on his face and he chuckled at your deer-caught in headlight expression as he sloppily weaved his fingers through his messy hair.
"You, you play football" you choke out after what felt like an eternity, this was not that big of a deal but it still took a lot for your brain to cooperate and to work fully again.
"Yes? Is that a problem?" he chuckled, looking at you weirdly and suddenly it caught on to you how weird you must look, standing in his t-shirt on the floor, staring wildly at the man and looking a proper mess.
You sighed, tangling your hands through your hair and sat down on the bed with a sigh. "Sorry" you waved it off. "I just didn't know you played for City"
Rúbens face didn't seem more understanding as you chuckled to yourself "it's gonna be a fun one to tell in training"
"What?"
You met his eyes again, smiling slightly as you shrugged "I play too, in Manchester united"
He looked almost perplexed for a moment as he swallowed hard, flacking his gaze around before letting out a small groan, his hands coming up to rub over his face.
"Oh" he mumbled before letting out an amused chuckle "Well this will indeed be a fun one to tell the boys"
-
If only that had been all. If all it had been was a fun story to tell, but it had become everything but fun.
How a one nightstand turned into a cat and mouse game you had no idea. One night, it was great, fun and hot. You had thought that would be it, a hot night with a footballer, not so bad right?
However the fun little story had turned into a fucking burden. Somewhere along the way the amusement had turned into annoyance, the tension had turned unbearable and your one night stand had become more than that.
Maybe it had been the gala only a few days later, where you had been forced into the same space and had been pushed to interact. Maybe it had been the way you danced with his colleagues or the way he smiled at yours. But that silent understanding had turned into a competition.
He didn't want to share and neither did you. But, neither of you wanted to admit it.
That's how you had come to the place you were in now. Like a dance between jealousy, annoyance, sex and fights.
Now
That fucking bastard
He knew exactly what he was doing. It was the same every time. The same looks, the same lines, the same behavior. But it never failed. He always got you like he wanted in the end so why change a winning concept?
This night it had been easier than usual to give in. His shirt being a huge reason why as it clung to his chest and showed the outlines through the thin fabric. Ridiculous. But still so hot you could barely tear your eyes from him.
And that's why you were in his apartment. Looking at him with needy eyes as your fingers tried to unbutton the ridiculous piece of clothing he had chosen for the night.
"You could almost guess you needed me at this range" Ruben mumbled in your ear, the tone joking to the human ear only you knew it wasn't a joke. He was taunting.
Your tongue itched to say something back, talk back to him and that cocky attitude he had, but you bit your lip, keeping the words inside because you knew you would get what you wanted faster if you didn't.
"What if I do?" you spoke lowly, breath fanning his ear as you spoke your carefully picked words. His eyes almost widened at your words, having guessed you would not be admitting it, you usually wouldn't and the smirk he gave and the squeeze he left on your hip was along the same lines you hated. Good girl
It didn't take long for you to scramble off from the sofa and up to his room, strong arms and determined hands guiding you on the floors, around the corners, past the doors until you were in his bed.
His hands immediately helped you out of your dress, throwing it without regard. He quickly snapped off your bra with such a hurry even you were surprised.
You looked up at him with so much need he almost chuckled, glee in his eyes as he let his palms run up and down your body. Cupping your bare breasts before running down your thighs.
"You are so pretty" he mumbled, the praise going straight to your core, a soft whine leaving your lips to his amusement
He was quick to slip off your flimsy panties, not touching only teasing and you started to feel the frustration building. This was how it usually was, he got you all needy and fuzzy for him but then he teased you long enough for you to snap, the bratty attitude crawling forward to demand more.
Like he was reading your thoughts his hand came under your jaw, tilting your face up to his. His thumb rubbed over your bottom lip before slipping inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue to keep you quiet.
He slipped his middle and pointed finger inside your mouth, coating them in your spit before pushing his thumb in again. Keeping it on your tongue as his spit coated fingers made contact with your sobbing pussy.
A loud whine left your throat, muffled over his tongue but he still heard it. He loved this, having control, battling for control. His eyes showed nothing but desire as he watched how your face contorted in pleasure.
"See how nice I can be when you behave huh?" he mocked you, his voice tingling with cockiness and sweet sweet praise.
"Ruben" you got out, only a distinct murmur in his ears but it sounded just as beautiful for him as anything else. "Hm?" he mocked you, looking up at your hazy eyes, mocking the state he got you in so quickly, without effort. He removed his thumb, eyes following the line of spit connecting you before you spoke up.
"Come on" you mumbled, breaking out to talk back, hating the mocking look in his eyes. "Do something" you demanded, his eyes narrowing, tutting at you.
"What happened now huh?"
your eyes rolled as his hands stilled between your legs, eyes glazing over. "Fuck of Ruben, just touch me properly"
His chuckle was again mocking, telling you it was not gonna happen this way but you couldn't wait. "Why so bratty? I thought you were gonna be good tonight, started so well" he tutted, feigning disappointment as he shook his head but his smirk betrayed him, telling you he loved this bratty behavior of yours because it gave him the opportunity to completely control you.
You bucked, groaning at him but you also knew this was not gonna get you what you wanted. He always waited until you gave up, dropping into submission before finally giving you what you wanted, it didn't make you stop trying though. Not bending easily.
You sighed, giving him an deadpan glare but still you said "please" the words so lowly muttered he barely heard them but he still hummed with praise "that's better"
His fingers gently moved between your legs once again, just as teasingly slow and light as before and it was driving you completely mad.
"Use your words pretty girl, tell me what you want"
Your eyes squeezed shut, trying to focus your mind on actual words instead of insults laying hot on your tongue at his silky sweet tone and laughable words.
"Please, touch me properly" you sighed out at last, words sure and a tiny bit biting but he was happy so far at least. Giving in to your wishes as his fingers started giving proper friction over your clit before slowly entering you with one.
Your head fell back in relief, breathing out a small yes, thank you which only made his grin wider. "Yeah? That's all you wanted? Why did you make it so hard for yourself then little princess" he mocked as he entered a second finger, slowly fucking you with them and curling them every other thrust.
"Fuck, feels good Ruben" you moaned, eyes fluttering closed as his fingers curled repeatedly against your wall making you feel floaty on the soft sheet.
"Please, don't stop" you pleaded, feeling the start of an orgasm curling to the surface, hands gripping the bed sheets tightly, back arching and eyes falling shut. "So good" you mumbled, head lolling to the side as it felt so so close now.
But
Of course he stopped, halting his fingers in a curl, chuckling at the groan you let out. "So so" he cooed lightly, mocking your pathetic thrusts, trying to make him move again.
"Ruben" you whined, opening your eyes to glare at his smug face "What? I never heard the question"
"I was so close!" you argued, stopping your hips as he pulled out completely, prodding the two fingers at your lips
"Were you?" he asked dumbly, feigning not understanding as he pushed his fingers in between your lips.
"Fuck you" you grumbled as you pulled of his fingers, a scowl on your face that replicated his as he looked down at you.
"Always have so much to say huh?"
"Prefer me quiet and pliant?" you almost spat at him but the sudden rage suddenly disappeared as a smile made its way on his face, this time a fond smile.
"No, I actually kinda love this bratty little mouth" he whispered before leaning down to capture your mouth with his in a sweet but lustful kiss. Stealing the breath from your lungs as he continued to kiss you until you were writhing on the bed again. Desperate, even more so than before.
"Do you want something?" he asked sweetly as your hips grinded against his thick thigh, desperate for friction.
You didn't want to fight it anymore, you needed him. Too desperate to talk back. "Please Ruben, want you to fuck me, please" you babbled out, head slightly fuzzy as you continued to move against his thigh. "Aw, such a good girl" he praised before finally taking off his shirt and jeans, letting you feel his gorgeous body before discarding his boxers. Jerking himself before lining up with you.
He didn't say anything else as he slowly started to sink into you, his eyes closing and face scrunching up in concentration.
Your eyes rolled as he bottomed out, moaning something not even you could make out but it just felt so overwhelming, like it always did with Ruben. It was so all consuming, heated and so much that it was almost to too much.
"Fuck" he muttered out, slowly starting to thrust, his chain flying around his neck as he did so and his eyes falling shut. "Always so good when I'm inside you pretty" he praised, relishing in the choked out sounds you managed to spill out.
"Feel so good"
"Think how much of this you could get if you weren't such a brat all the time" he teased, voice strained as he panted hard.
Fuck off where at the tip of your tongue but you bit it in, swallowing the words and jus let out a moan instead. This was what you wanted after all.
It was like all the tension in the air was edging you all the time, so when you finally got what you wanted, what you craved it was almost tipping you over the edge immediately.
Ruben was not that much better though, easily coming with you whenever you fell over the edge if he wanted to. It was never an issue, it was never something that mattered, it was so all consuming, loaded and heated it seemed impossible to have it any other way whenever he was close to you, let alone, inside of you.
"This is what you wanted, no? Being filled up? Getting fucked like you deserve?"
"Mhm" you mumbled, trying to move alongside him, trying to ground yourself with a hand in his short hair but all it did was make him moan which made you even more aroused.
It was barely a sound but Ruben understood regardless, moving your hips up slightly before pounding into you, stealing your breath and thought completely as you came point blank. Limp in his hold as he followed, grunting into your neck.
You stayed in that position, panting harshly into his chest. Nobody said anything, just trying to regulate your breathing, calm down from the high.
It was Ruben who spoke first, his face in the crook of your neck, words muttered out.
"What if I want this to be more?"
His words caught you off guard, there was no way... no way he was giving up.
"What?"
"What if I'm tired of this game, this jealousy. What if I want you to myself, would you let me?"
You couldn't stop the gigantic grin that spread over your lips, a finger gently tilting his chin to look at you
"Say it" you demanded and he did, not breaking eye contact as he spilled the words you had been craving to hear for so long now
"I like you y/n, I want you y/n"
"Then I'm all yours"
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I Do
The day has finally arrived the day Y/N and Rúben would be finally unite as one they will become Mr and Mrs Dias.
For Y/N she was excited a little bit nervous but she knew all those nerves would go away when she sees the love of her life by the altar . She's happy to be surrounded by her close friends as she got ready for the big day. Her makeup was done she just had to put on her gorgeous dress. "I just want to say a few words " Y/N sister who is also her maid of honour started. "Today is a very special day for a very special person and I know you dreamt of this day for almost most of your life I remember when we were little we use to make mood boards of our dream weddings and after I got married I never thought it would happen for Y/N because she was the true definition of a Bachelorette that was untill she met Rúben and he made her believe in true love and the rest is history now we here today trying to get you to the alter .... I'm gonna make a toast to Y/N and Rúben " she ended as everyone made the toast. Y/N finally got in her dress and the dress hugged every curve on her body the right way . Tears was threatening to come out . "No no don't cry we don't want to ruin your make-up "her best friend said. She gave them all a hug and thanked them for being here to share this special day with her .
Rúben was busy fixing his 4 year olds bow tie then his son Rauw asked what's marriage. "Well Marriage is when two people love each other very very much and they want to be together forever it's not just that but they bring two families together"Rúben tried explaining to his son that's from a previous relationship but he had full custody of him because his mother just left one day. "So that means you love Y/N very very much" Rauw asked. "Yes that means I love Y/N to the moon and back more then words can describe little one"Rúben patted his shoulder.
Rúben couldn't wait to see Y/N he was counting down the seconds for her arrival. He stand in front of the altar with his best man John Stones and a few of his other friends. All the guests was seated and everything went quiet when the music started to play and Y/N arrived....Rúben was speechless...the dress was beautiful but Y/N was a million times more beautiful. Before handing Y/N over to Rúben Y/N dad shared some words with his almost son in law. "Please take care of her in all her days and if one day you don't feel the same towards her don't break her down , cheat on her or just leave her bring her back to me so we can kill you together " he said making Rúben chuckle "I don't see that ever happening you have nothing to worry about I'll take care of her I promise " he said. Y/N father then gave her of to Rúben. "Wow you look beautiful I can't believe you all mine "Rúben said crying a little. "Aww you crying I would have walked back if you didn't " Y/N made a joke making everyone laugh. "Well we can't have that happening " Rúben said. "Family and Friends today we are brought together to celebrate the love between Y/N and Rúben most of you have been witnessing the special bond they have and how happy they make eachother and today they are here to make there promise to eachother so let's here them make there vows" the pastor said. "Y/N the first time I saw you I knew you were the one for me and I thank God everyday for letting our paths cross because I truly don't know where I would have been now without you I just can't imagine my life without you and also the way you were ready to step in and take on a role as a mom for Rauw is amazing and we both love and adore you very much and I know marriage isn't all sun shine and roses but as long as we have our love for eachother we can overcome everything I love you and I'll never make you doubt it " Rúben said taking her hand and placing a kiss on it . "You gonna make me cry"Y/N said wiping her tears. "Well I'm truly blessed to be standing here Infront of everyone today with you and I won't make any promises because we know life is not easy but I'll try to be with you every step of the way ,on your sad days I'll listen to what you have to say and comfort you and also on your happy days I'll overwhelm your heart with joy Rúben since the day I met you I couldn't picture myself with anyone else I knew that it's you or no one the day you and Rauw became a part of my life I became the luckiest person alive and if we aren't together forever just love me till whenever because I don't know about you but I pinky promise I'll love you forever"Y/N said connecting her pinky with his . "Can we have the rings " the pastor said. Rauw walked up giving the rings "Y/N I just want to say that I'm very happy to have a mommy like you and I love you very much " Rauw said hugging your leg. "Aww Rauwi I love you too" you said. Then you guys repeated everything the pastor said and you placed the rings on each others fingers. "Well if anyone is against these two being together come forward or forever hold your piece" Ruben then made a joke of him having a gun by his waist and turned around to look at everyone... everyone laughed. "Well then I'm not holding you guys back Rúben Dias and Y/N Y/L/N I now pronounce you husband and wife you maybe kiss the bride " And Rúben didn't waist any time to kiss Y/N...
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Protective Jealousy | Rúben Dias
Can you do a one-shot of jealous/ protective Rúben Dias? Thanksss
A/N: dedicated to @bluemoonstonesy, the love of my (and John's) life <3
Warnings: alcohol, secret relationship, some light smut
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“You’re staring again,” Stones says as he comes up to Rúben from behind, handing him a beer.
“Can’t help it,” is Rúben’s reply as he takes a swig, his gaze still focused on you as you laugh at something Haaland says. His eyes narrow when Erling places a hand on your arm, though, and John briefly wonders if he’s going to have to hold Rúben back or stop him from taking on their star striker.
“I know what you mean,” John says, catching the eye of his girlfriend Olivia and giving her a small smile from across the room.
Everyone is out celebrating the end of another great season and because you’re friends with a few of the WAGs, you’ve been invited to attend. The atmosphere is electric and you love being around it. You’d also come to see Rúben, but that was a secret you were trying to keep to yourself.
You made eye contact with Rúben on your way to the kitchen to grab another drink, disappearing through the door. You were halfway through pouring the alcohol for your mixed drink when you felt a presence behind you, followed closely by hands wrapping around your waist and someone’s hard body pressed against your back.
“Hey,” Rúben murmured, kissing the side of your neck. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.” You turned around, taking his face in your hands so you could give him a proper kiss. Rúben’s hands moved to grab your ass and deepen the kiss, but you stopped it before it could get too far. “We can’t - not here.” Both of you are breathing heavily after that kiss and you know just how good it could get if you let Rúben have his way, but you know it wouldn’t be a good idea.
“I know. Season’s almost over and then we’ll go public.” That was the agreement the two of you had entered this relationship on, and in that moment, you couldn’t quite figure out why you’d agreed to it.
You stepped away from Rúben, trying to focus on pouring the rest of your mixed drink with your body still acutely aware of Rúben centimeters away. You let out a whimper as his hands slid up your sides to cup your boobs and he nibbled on your earlobe. “Rúben, please.”
“I should mark you…”
“But then people would ask questions.”
“It doesn’t have to be that visible. I could make it so only Erling could see it when he’s looking down your shirt.”
You scoffed and rolled your eyes, knowing Rúben would most likely mistake the response as approval. “He has not been looking down my shirt.”
“He has, but I know you’re mine so that’s okay.”
“Jealous there, Rúben?” You asked, smirking.
“Not jealous,” he growled, kissing you hungrily. “Protective.”
“Same thing.”
“Absolutely not, Princesa.”
Your giggle was quickly stifled as Rúben picked you up and placed you on the countertop. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist as you made out with him while everyone else partied in the next room.
“Okay, we really have to stop,” you whimpered as Rúben started to unbutton your jeans and slide a hand down your pants. “We can continue this at my place later. Leave separately within the hour?”
Rúben grabbed your hand and placed it against his growing erection. “Make that thirty minutes.”
It was the longest thirty minutes of your life, but now that Rúben had pointed out Haaland’s interest in you, it was obvious to you that he was staring down your shirt when you picked up the conversation from earlier.
“I think I’m going to head out now,” you said, excusing yourself from your conversation with Erling.
“Enjoy the rest of the night with your boyfriend,” Erling replied, looking over you and nodding to Rúben.
“Wait…you know?”
“Everyone knows - we’re just waiting for Rúben to make it official.”
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chapter five
you pay a visit to the etihad for game day, and see rúben for the first time since kyle's birthday
it’s just a short little one to fill in the stiff while i’m busy and writing the more interesting angsty chapters :)
The words 'he's won the cup, he's won the league' seem to have been printed into your brain from the amount of times they had been sung in the crowd around you and admittedly you may have joined in a few times. It's catchy, bouncing around tantalisingly in your mind just like he who that song is sung about.
"It's nice to see you again, (y/n)!" Pep beams, reaching out both of his arms wide for a hug you would probably have refused if it had come from anyone else. Pep is something of a fatherly figure to pretty much everyone he comes into contact with and he's grown to know you well through your support for John. “How are you?” He pats your back during the hug before pulling away to take in your face, a slight frown settling into his features at the hits of a black eye still lingering on your face. “I’m alright.” You shrug, “Tripped the other week,” You gesture loosely to the marking around your eye, “That game was immense.”
Pep nods enthusiastically, laughing with a clap of his hands. The manager is always hysterically animated and that doesn’t exclude conversations you have with him.
“It was, it was! Go find John, celebrate!” He cheers, giving you one last hug before ushering you down the tunnel behind some other family members. Your keep your head tilted upwards, knowing the best way to find John would be to look for his head full of fluffy brown hair above the crowds of people moving around between the changing room and the tunnel out to the etihad pitch. You wrangle your way through the bodies, twisting and turning until your crash into the broad, strong chest of someone much taller then you. His large hands grip both of your biceps, keeping you from bouncing off of him and clattering backwards to the floor. “I’m sorry.” You immediately blurt out, face flushing in embarrassment before you look up to see who the poor victim was.
“No worries.” Rúben smiles, his grin growing when he realises it’s you pressed against his chest. He releases you, allowing you to step back slightly as he takes in the sight of your flushed cheeks and shy smile. “You did so good!” You immediately yelp out enthusiastically, “That was unreal. And that really suits you too, captain.” You prod at his bicep with the white captain armband stretched around it, almost making him blush.
Now it was Rúben’s turn to produce a shy grin with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. “John helped, it was team effort you know?” He makes you giggle sweetly with a shake of your head. “The worlds best defender and he’s humble eh?”
John could swear he heard your laughter. It’s pretty familiar to him, a unique one he would and does know from a mile away. It forces his eyes to drift past his team mates and his family to search for you in the crowd. The first thing his eyes spot is Rúben, head tipped back bellowing a laugh that prompts John to look at who the Portuguese centre back is finding so funny. Of course they had just had a win, but post-match Rúben was usually still stone faced and very serious. It wasn’t like him to be chatty and chortling with anyone until at least after the warm down. John is shocked to see that it’s you, laughing with him.
He hasn’t heard you laugh properly in so long.
John keeps his eyes on you two, carefully watching the interaction with stars in his eyes. Rúben is being chatty with you, and you’re laughing, giggling, smiling and it looks as though you’re telling him jokes too, your funny little puns and both of you are entirely engrossed in the conversation.
“Do you want to hang around?” Rúben sort of blurts out suddenly, “I could walk you home again?”
Your heart flutters at his words, cheeks twitching with a smile you attempt to keep suppressed. “Yeah,” you shrug, “Yeah I’d really like that, actually.”
“Okay,” Rúben smiles hugely, relief wafting through his eyes in knowing he hadn’t been too forward. “Okay. I’ll shower and meet you by the plant pots we met at last time?” You nod at his words, “See you then, i better let John know I’m not going with him.”
You bid him goodbye, giving a slight, barely there wave as you head off in the direction of the other tall centre back. John spots you squeezing through the crowd and uses his body to push through people to get to you first. It’s something John’s often done, been your shield in big crowds because he’s so much larger than you (google even says he’s taller than Rúben, but having stood with both of them you highly doubt that now.) “How’d you like the game?” John asks immediately, voice loud and booming as it always is. “It was great. You were so good, i’ve missed seeing you play you know.” You admit with a soft shrug. John smiles, noticing the happier lilt in your voice.
“I’ve missed seeing how happy you are after the games,” he notes, “But anyway, do you want to hang around here and i’ll grab a shower quick before i drop you home?” He offers, knowing this is the usual routine for home games that you attend. This time, however, you chew on your lip.
“Actually I was going to walk back, Rúben wants to see some of the city and I thought I could show him y’know?” You explain, promoting a surprised look to roll quickly over John’s face before it’s replaced by genuine happiness for you. “Oh yeah of course, do that!” He agrees enthusiastically, “Just text me when you’re home safe okay?”
You nod, standing up on your tip toes to press a kiss against his stubbly cheek. “Course. Thank you John. Love you.”
“Yeah yeah,” He hugs you tight to him, leaving a kiss on top of your hair, “I love you too. I’ll ring tomorrow.” You nod again, pulling out of his arms and leaving him with an enthusiastic wave and another well done yell as you leave towards the exit to wait for Rúben.
As per his word, he meets you about ten minutes later by the large concrete plant pots outside the etihad stadium. “Ready?” He asks, his hair still a little wet from what the towel couldn’t dry after his shower, now in a fresh set of grey joggers and a hoodie to match. “Course,” you stand up, “Let’s go.”
Walking side by side, you take off in the direction of the tram stop a little way away from the Etihad campus so as to miss the last dregs of people who may be mulling around. The streets were basically empty seeing as it had been nearly two hours since the match, but there were a few people sparing looks over at the tall defender. “Put your mask on.” You suggest, “People won’t recognise you that way.” Rúben doesn’t know how he hasn’t thought of that, but he’s glad you did and complies with what you said as you also put yours on to cover your face. “You’ve certainly got more brains than John does.” He laughs, bumping his shoulder against yours.
“Although it’s not hard, I thought you knew that by now.” You tease, “I’m the brains, John’s the brawn.”
Rúben laughs loudly, his head tipped back as he does. It’s fast becoming one of your favourite sights in the world, seeing him laugh like that.
“What stop do we take?” He asks curiously after a moment of silence while you walk along the platform to the ticket machine. “I can never remember the stop names, we’ll just get off at the Arndale and go from there yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Of course, Rúben insists on paying for both of the tickets which makes you blush but you accept it anyway. When the tram pulls in, Rúben ushers you on and into a seat and takes up the position holding onto the pole next to you. he’s heard many tram horror stories from women, so he’s always got his eyes peeled just in case, making sure he’s ready to keep you safe from wandering hands should the situation arise.
“This is us here.” You announce when the tram starts to slow at the stop. Rúben nods, moving to allow you to stand up and cautiously standing behind you incase you stumble when the vehicle stops. “Where to first then?” He asks as soon as you step off. You have a look around, eyes darting to adjust to your surroundings.
“First we eat, because i’m starved.”
You’re excited to show Rúben around the city, but less excited by the feeling it gives you. The innate desire within you to reach for his hand, to hold it and lead him through the streets the second you step off this tram. His smoothly spoken kind words, his gentle and instinctive protective nature, the way he smiles at you and it’s like the heavens have opened up to let the sun through…it’s igniting something within you that you don’t like. It’s starting something that you do not want.
So you catch yourself, stop letting your mind wander and remind yourself first and foremost that this is not what you really want.
and there’s a storm you’re starting now…i’m a wanderess, i’m a one night stand, don’t belong to no city don’t belong to no man
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ACT ONE - Serendipity
OC x Rúben Dias
AU - Scooby Doo Universe
Dylan Phoenix x Rúben Dias
Also Features: Mason Mount x Dylan Phoenix (platonic), Dani Stewart (played by Fivel Stewart), Scooby Doo (played by a Great Dane)
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synopsis ⇢ In which a group of friends become very known mystery solvers at the age of 20, however the group started crime solving at the age of 16, but all took a step back due to a relationship falling apart within their group and the stress of school. Now they are out of school, and have already solved quite a few crimes to make a name for themselves.
In this alternative universe, the group fight and reveal the truth about the monsters under the masks. The group consists of a two girls who were the first to befriend one another in primary school, then one of this girls dated the so called ‘leader’ of the group, before they fell apart and decided it be best to be friends - and then there was her cousin and his talking dog - together, though, they were Mystery Incorporated.
Most didn’t take them seriously, still saw them as kids, and kids who were not skilled in the crime world, some took them seriously and would call them whenever they had suspicions.
Now we follow them as the venture through another mystery - The Black Knight.
(summary is subject to change).
main genres ⇢ found family, friends to lovers, exes to lovers, alternative universe,
↳ fluff, angst, and smut are all included into this series
warning ⇢ explicit content, graphic violence, gore, violence, mature themes, strong language, death, mental health and injuries, alcohol/drugs/smoking
↳ please refrain if you are sensitive to any of these themes. Please also keep in mind that not all warnings may be listed above - all warnings fit into the series though.
note ⇢ updates will be once a week, the day of the week has not yet been decided or what time it will come out on those days. Those will be sorted once planning is completed. I’m hoping this along with a few other things will help me get out my many months worth of writer’s block :)
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status ⇢ planning
act one blurb ⇢ ‘If someone took one good look at Rúben right now they would think he was a fool. Which he was. He's a fool for Dylan. And if they noticed the smile painted across his lips they would think they were in the Louvre looking at a painting. A painting of the two fools. And if they watched the way Rúben was looking at Dylan then they probably would think they walked into a book. Cause the look that was on his face could only be found in story books, but here Rúben was, looking at Dylan as if she made the entire universe. And if they heard the way Rúben spoke her name they would think they were in a dream. Cause how can someone say such a simple name and make it sound golden?’
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One More Chance
Pairing: Rúben Dias x Reader
Summary: After two boys, Rúben still wants to try for the girl.
Word count: 3756
Warming: Smut (a terrible attempt)
Author's note: English is not my first language.
It all started after the birth of his best mate's daughter. Rúben and you have been together since high school and had two beautiful boys. Thiago who was 5 and Miguel who was 2 years old. While the oldest was very talkative and loved football as much as Rúben, the youngest was a quiet boy who was starting to show his interest in the piano that you had near the window and used to play when you were younger.
After Miguel and a very difficult pregnancy, you and Rúben had decided that two children were the ideal, but it was no secret to you that Rúben always wanted to try for a girl. He always wanted to have a girl and you too, but Miguel's pregnancy was so difficult that you didn't want to go through it again. The birth of Bernardo's daughter brought the baby fever back and Ruben was actually nervous to meet the baby girl.
"Babe, you missed the exit!" Your words brought him back to reality and he realized he was diving on the wrong road. He mumbled a curse to himself, as the kids were in the backseat, and turned around. "You okay?" He looked at you and couldn't help but check you out. You were wearing a long orange summer dress, your face makeup free and your wavy hair down.
"I'm fine." You gave him a smile and ran your hand on his hair as he put his hand on your thigh.
Rúben parked in front of Bernardo's house and helped Miguel out of his seat while you helped Thiago who was holding the gift he and his brother had chosen for the baby girl. They were both excited to meet her. Rúben, however, was really quiet, but you decided you would question him later.
Upon entering the warm and inviting house, you couldn't help but notice the abundance of pink boxes and toys that were already cluttering the dining table. You warmly greeted Bernardo with a hug and after a bit of playful teasing from Rúben, he also greeted your two boys.
Ines was sitting on the sofa and your face lit up when you saw the baby in her arms.
"Hello, mommy!" You sat down next to her and gave her a kiss on the head. When you looked down your heart melted. "She's so beautiful, Ines." You grabbed her little hand, melting even more, about the size difference.
"Do you want to hold her?"
"Yes, please." Ines carefully placed the baby in your arms and your boys sat down next to you, so they could see her better. "Hi, sweetie. Welcome to the world. You're such a beautiful girl."
Rúben was watching you, frozen in place. His gaze locked onto you cradling the baby, gently swaying back and forth. Ines caught him and let out a chuckle, breaking him free from his reverie.
He finally embraced Ines. "Congratulations. She's beautiful. Thank god, she looks like you."
"Thank you, Rúben." She whispered in his ear. "Maybe it's time to work for a girl, don't you think? She looks great with a girl in her arms."
Rúben blushed. "I-- yeah! She does."
You ended up having lunch with them, while Thiago and Miguel remained by the baby's side, acting like caring older siblings. It was noticeable the tiredness in both their faces, so after lunch you decided to leave, so they could get some much-needed rest.
When you got home, and before their hunger kicked in again, you called out to them, telling them it was time for a bath. They giggled and ran ahead, eager to get into the warm, soapy water.
"Go on. I'll be there in a minute." You took off your shoes and let out a sigh. Before you could follow them upstairs, Rúben gently grabbed your hand.
"Seat down on the sofa and get some rest. I'll take care of them." His voice was soft and so was his hand going up and down your arm.
"Okay!" He leaned in and you closed your eyes, anticipating a kiss. Instead, his lips met your forehead.
You noticed something strange about him. He was generally a calm and quiet person, but today he was even quieter than usual. You also realized that he hadn't kissed you since the day before, which was unusual as well.
In the bathroom, Rúben was drying Miguel's hair, when Thiago asked him something that caught him completely off guard.
"Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"Can we have a sister?" Rúben could swear his heart stopped beating for a few seconds. Was the world messed with him?
"What?"
"A sister. Just like Uncle Bernardo's baby."
It was hard to leave Rúben speechless, but his kids knew how to do that perfectly.
"Yes." Miguel intervened. "We want one."
"Having a baby it's a lot of work, especially for mum." Rúben finally spoke. "She needs to grow the baby inside her belly and sometimes that's difficult."
"We can help her. We can take care of her and the baby."
Rúben cursed in his mind. What was going on? He asked himself. Why was everything going back to the baby?
He was having the worst baby fever ever. He knew you wouldn't want to go through with it, so he was trying to hide it the best way possible, but the way things were going, it was going to be difficult.
"We'll think about that, okay?" He said so they could drop the subject.
After dinner, you sat down on the sofa with the family, watching a cooking show that you loved. For your luck, the two kids didn't care to watch what you or Rúben wanted to see. The only thing they cared about was cuddling against their dad, as it was not every day they got the chance to do so.
It didn't take long for Miguel to fall asleep in Rúben's lap. Thiago had his eyes still open, but you could see how tired her was and how hard he was trying to stay awake.
You hit Rúben's leg with your feet, catching his attention. "Miguel's asleep!"
He looked down and saw the boy with his eyes closed and mouth slightly open, sleeping against his chest.
"Will you bring Thiago, please?" He asked you, as he stood up with the boy in his arms, like he didn't weigh anything. You nodded and picked Thiago up. He didn't fight it and that only made you smile. A big smile.
The truth was that you had been horny since you got back, and Rúben walking around the house in shorts and a t-shirt that hugged his torso perfectly wasn't helping you at all.
You had been sitting on the sofa, hoping your kids would fall asleep soon so you could take Rúben to your bedroom, lock the door and just let him out in the morning and it looked like the lord had heard your prayers.
You tucked the two boys one last time in their beds and kissed their foreheads. They were the best thing that had happened to you.
Rúben watched you from the doorway, and memories of your pregnancy flooded his mind. You were always a beautiful woman, but carrying his children made you even more radiant. He couldn't be happier that you were the mother of his kids. And all he wanted was to have you as--
"Rúben?"
He got distracted again. He had been like this all day and you were starting to get worried. Had something happened? You thought.
"Sorry. Got distracted." You closed the door and followed him toward the living room.
"I can see that. Did something happen? You've been weird all day." You looked at him as he sat down once again on the sofa, his arm resting on top of it, highlighting the veins in his arms.
"I'm fine. Just tired, I guess." He patted the sit next to him, and you sat down. Now it was your time to cuddle against him. But you didn't want to cuddle. You wanted something else.
"You know," you started. "You haven't kissed me all day."
Rúben looked at you and smirked. "Oh, really?" You nodded and pouted. "Why should I be the one to initiate it? You didn't kiss me either!"
You didn't say anything to him, you just cupped his face and kissed him passionately. He was taken aback, but he soon responded by placing his hand on the back of your head, drawing you nearer. The kiss was intense yet tender at the same time.
You didn't have to wait long for a full make-out session on the sofa, but you knew you had to take things to the bedroom before your kids woke up and found you in that situation with their dad. To your surprise, he was the one who broke the kiss and pushed you away.
You weren't the only one horny, as you could see the bulge in his shorts. His eyes were dark and when he grabbed your hand and turned off the TV, you knew the night was going to be good.
Inside the bedroom, he locked the door and pushed you against the wall. Before kissing you again, he pulled off your his shirt and quickly pulled down your sweatpants, leaving you only in your non-matching underwear.
He cupped your face and kissed you fervently. You could feel every inch of him against you and that only made you even wetter.
As he tilted his head sideways and began kissing your neck, you took the chance to grab the hem of his shirt and pull it off. Even after years together, his body always made you bite your lip like it was the first time you were seeing him naked.
You ran your hands down his abs and Rúben unlocked your bra. When you tried to take off his shorts, he pulled your hands away, pinning them above your head.
He leaned his forehead against yours. "Shouldn't we use a condom?" His voice was deep.
You looked confused at him. "What are you talking about? I'm on birth control." You didn't know what was going on with him. You didn't even remember the last time he used a condom.
You brushed it off and pushed him back, making him fall in the bed. You quickly took off your panties and straddled him. You didn't give him enough time to think, because before he knew you pulled his dick out of his boxers and lined it up to your entrance before slowly going down.
Your head fell down as a moan left your lips. Rúben gripped your hips as you sank down, feeling you squeeze him the way you always did.
After you took a minute to adjust to his size, like you always had to do, you started to rock your hips. Rúben pulled your hair back and cupped your face, making you lock your eyes with his. You could see the pleasure on his face and that only made you move faster.
You had been so horny that you could feel your orgasm building up and so did Rúben, because he quickly turned you around, so you were on your back, with him now on top. His thrusts were deep and rough. One of his hands cupped your breast as he pinched your hard nipple, and the other around your neck gripping it, but not too hard to hurt you.
"Look at me!" He told you. "If you close your eyes, I'll stop." He leaned his forehead against yours and you opened your eyes. "You gonna cum?"
You swallowed a lump in your throat. "Yes."
It took only a few more hard and deeper thrusts and you were coming apart underneath him. Rúben's hand over your mouth, covering your loud moans. He didn't stop to let you recover, he only went faster, searching for his own orgasm.
Your nails were digging into his back and you started whispering dirty things in his ear, trying to make him cum, because if he didn't come sooner, the one having an orgasm was going to be you again. Not that you minded.
"Come inside me! I love when you come inside me."
Rúben was almost there. Almost there. But then there it was. His thoughts playing tricks on him. Once again.
"Rúben, I'm pregnant! You're going to be a dad!"
"Do you still like me fat?" - "Stop it, you're not fat, you're pregnant."
"It's a boy!" - "I knew it."
"It's a boy." - "Stop putting boys in me, Dias."
"I don't want to do it again. Don't be mad. I just can't." - "Love, it's okay. It's okay. We have two healthy boys. You gave me more than I could ask for. You're the most wonderful woman I know. I love you."
He groaned and quickly pulled out as he came on your stomach, the warm liquid spreading over your abdomen.
Saying you were surprised he pulled out, was an understatement. You were shocked. He loved to come inside you. He always comes inside you. Why was today different?
"Rúben--"
"Sorry!" His chest moved up and down quickly. "I-- I don't know why I pulled out." He lied.
"You're lying!" You knew him better than he knew himself.
Ignoring you, he stood up and went into the bathroom. He cleaned himself and grabbed a cloth to clean you off. He always took care of you.
You watched him as he cleaned you off in silence. All of a sudden, it was like he was sad about something. It was all going well, he was acting as the same lover as always, but at the last minute something switched and you weren't going to sleep until you knew what had happened.
After he cleaned you off, he put on his boxers, kissed your forehead and told you he was going to brush his teeth.
You took a minute to come to your senses. You pulled on his shirt that was lying on the floor and followed him into the bathroom, closing the door behind you for some reason.
"What's going on? And don't you dare say it's nothing."
Rúben looked at you through the mirror. "What are you talking about?"
You crossed your arms over your chest. "You've been acting weird. You didn't kiss me this morning. You've been quiet, only talking when I or the boys asked you something. And now, you don't want to come inside me? Like… What is it?"
Rúben was not a good liar. Never was. And when he tried to be, you always found out. So lying to you was only going to make things worse.
"I..."
"Turn around when you're talking to me, Dias."
He turned around and leaned against the bathroom sink. "I don't know how to tell you."
"Tell me what?"
"I'mhavingbabyfever!" He said it so quickly that you didn't even realise what came out of his mouth.
"What? One of the boys has a fever?" Your eyes widened.
Rúben let out a sigh. "It's not them, it's me."
You furrowed your eyebrows. "You have a fever?" You took a step closer and put up your hand on his forehead. "You're not even warm. What are you talking about?"
Rúben grabbed your hand from his forehead and placed it over his heart. "It's not that kind of fever."
You were feeling pretty stupid because you didn't understand what he was trying to say. "Is there any other kind of fever?" You were getting frustrated. "You're not making any sense."
He cupped your face and looked at you. "I'm having baby fever." He said slowly. You went numb at his words. "Seeing you holding Bernardo's daughter, and the fact that he has a baby girl, made me think how good you would look holding a girl half you, half me in your arms."
"I don't..." You didn't knew what to say.
"I know we said we're done having kids and I'm not trying to change your mind or anything, but this is hitting me harder than I thought it would."
"You know how bad I felt when having Miguel. I'm scared it'll happen again."
"I know babe, I know."
"Even if we attempted to do so, he cannot order for a girl." Rúben looked down and nodded. You felt bad for him. Being a girl's dad was all he wanted, but it terrified you to think of becoming pregnant again. "I'm sorry, that sounded way too rude."
"No, it's okay. I mean you're right, we can't choose what gender to have." He grabbed your hand and pulled you closer. You hugged him and he kissed the top of your head. "I only told you because I can't lie to you. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or bring up any bad memories."
"You didn't make me uncomfortable. You just caught me off guard, that's all."
"I know." He mumbled an apology and kissed your head one last time. "Let's go to bed."
It had been two months since that night. Rúben didn't bring up the subject again and neither did you. But you would be lying if you hadn't been thinking about another pregnancy.
"Is it really okay to leave her with you?" Ines asked for the hundredth time. She and Bernardo were going out for the first time since their daughter's birth, and you had offered yourself to look after her. "Isn't Rúben going to act, I don't know… weird?"
You chuckled. "He knows she's staying here. It's okay, don't worry."
"Are both of you doing well? Has he said anything again?"
"He didn't say anything else, but…" You ran your hand through your hair and let out a sigh. You sat down in front of her in the living room. "I need to talk with someone before I explode."
"What is it?"
You looked back to see if your kids were listening to the conversation. "Since that night, every time we have sex, he doesn't finish… you know… inside me."
"What? Wait, aren't you on birth control?"
"Yes."
"So why… Have you asked him why?"
You stood up and began pacing back and forth. "He told me he didn't feel comfortable and needed some time, but that was two months ago. The sex is still mindblowing, he's the same lover he has ever been, but I want him to.. yeah."
"Maybe you should tell him. You've been together since kids. You know him better than anyone, he'll understand."
Rúben opened the apartment door and was greeted by the delicious aroma of your cooking. The sound of his kids' laughter filled the house, bringing a smile to his face. He placed his bag at the entrance and walked down the hallway. As soon as Thiago and Miguel noticed him, they jumped up from the sofa where they were watching TV and rushed to greet him.
"Dad!" Rúben bent down and kissed their foreheads.
As the timer of the oven beeped, Rúben noticed that you were having a hard time juggling the baby and the food. He immediately stepped in and offered his help.
"Let me help you!" You turned around, surprised to hear him. You hadn't noticed him come in. You let him take the baby from your arms and you quickly took the food from the oven. "Hi, beautiful!"
As you placed the food on the table, you turned your head to see Rúben carefully holding the baby in his strong arms. The baby looked even tiny against his chest. He was speaking to her in a gentle and soothing tone, his voice sounding sweeter than usual as he smiled.
That was the moment you knew you were screwed!
"Oh fuck!" You mumbled to yourself.
It was like your bubble of illusion had shattered. Suddenly the memories of Rúben holding your kids when they were just little babies, made you come to the realisation that he wasn't the only one wanting to have more kids.
You were so afraid that a new pregnancy would be a repeat of the last one, that you couldn't even envision what you truly desired: a large family.
"You okay?" He asked you. "You're pale."
"Yes. Yes, I'm fine." You said. "Dineer's ready!"
You and Rúben were cleaning the kitchen in silence when Bernardo and Ines came to pick up their daughter and when they left it was like the house had become a bit more empty and so did you. Rúben noticed that you were very quiet and asked the boys to go play in their room for a while.
He approached you, hugged you from behind and kissed your head. "What's wrong? You're very quiet today."
"It's nothing, gorgeous. Just tired."
"Is that our excuse for everything?" He turned you around and lifted you on the counter. He got between your legs and kissed you passionately and slowly. "What's in that head of yours?"
You put your arms around his neck. "Do you really want to have more kids?"
Rúben moved his head away from your neck and furrowed his eyebrows. "What?"
You let out a sigh. "Today, seeing you taking care of Bernardo's daughter, made me realise how much I miss having a baby that small. Seeing you with a baby that small."
"What does that mean?" His heart was racing.
"It means I miss having your babies." Rúben's smile could light up a room. "But that doesn't mean I'm not terrified of the pregnancy."
He cupped your face. "You know I'm always here for you."
"I know and that was never in question. But at the end of the day, I'm the one pregnant."
"Babe, if you don't want another kid, that's okay."
"But I do!" You jumped from the counter, frustrated. "I do want to have more kids. Have you looked at yourself? Who wouldn't want to have your kids?" Rúben crossed his arms over his chest and laughed. "Shut up, Dias!"
"It's your call, babe. It's your body."
You groaned and grabbed his hand, dragging him into the bedroom. "I'm going to talk with my doctor first. But in the meantime we can practice."
"You know the kids are still awake, right?"
"We can be quick and quiet for now."
9 months later
"Congratulations, Y/a. It's a girl." You cried even more, realising that your baby girl was finally in your arms.
"We did it!"
"She's beautiful, just like you." Rúben pushed your hair out of your face and kissed your forehead. "I love you."
"I love you too."
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appreciation post / rúben dias
summary: everyone jokes about how man city's admin must be in love with rúben dias due to how much he's featured on the instagram page and the twitter profile. they might be onto something.
pair: city admin!reader x rúben dias
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mancity Our UCL POTM! 💪🏻
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yourusername what shines more his smile or the award
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user1 the smile drives me insane
user2 RÚBEN LIKED WTFFFF
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rubendias 😁
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mancity You've got a smile that can light up this whole town 🎶
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user1 ADMIN A SWIFTIE????? I LOVE YOUUU
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mancity Appreciation post for rubendias style this week! 🙌🏻
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jackgrealish where's my post
mancity You're getting a whole carrousel! 🎞️
user1 they're lying jack
johnstonesofficial rubendias you're so ugly don't know what she sees in you 😂
yourusername maybe bc he's not mean like you 🙄
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mancity Training! 💪🏻
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user1 the rúben content lately has been 🔥
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user2 post more julián please 😭
mancity I'm listening! 🙏🏻
user3 if i was the admin i'd post this much rúben too 😍
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yourusername father and son
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user1 admin tell pep to play julián more 😭
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Too Much
Player: Rúben Dias
Words: 751
Request: 700+ | you / your | Fluff please! Cuddles after a rough day
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Rúben wasn’t home when you arrived, but it gave you time to try and shake the heaviness of the day from you. Peeling the clothes from your body was something, but stepping under the water seemed to just wash away most of the tension, allowing you to stand under the hot steam and stream until your skin felt numb and had started to prickle. You couldn’t say what it was about the day, but it all felt like a weight resting upon your shoulders which only increased the longer you remained on shift and a pounding at your skull in such a way that made you want to cry. The only thing that stopped you was knowing how such crying would bring on a headache afterwards and you didn’t need or want another ache adding.
The soft fluffy towel that covered your body seemed to act as a barrier between you and the world as you sit on the chair, the chair that seemed to be in everyone’s room which usually became the middle ground between the wardrobe and the laundry basket. You couldn’t pinpoint what had made today so awful but it left you vulnerable and drained. As much as you’d have preferred to have Rúben home when you returned, you’re relieved to have these moments alone. Rúben would have worried, he always does and with Arsenal still points ahead, you wanted him concentrating on their games and not worrying about you.
By the time you’ve pulled on fresh, soft PJs and made your way downstairs, Rúben is opening the front door and stepping inside. The cold spring air seems to swirl over the floor, biting at your ankles and slithering up your body until you can’t fight the shiver any longer, sending your body into short lived convulsions.
“I’m sorry I missed the game,” you tell him, even though it’s a sentence you’ve said numerously in present tense since you received your work rota and were unable to swap.
“Hey, it’s ok. There’s always other games. It’s not as though you missed much,” he shrugs nonchalantly, despite Haaland scoring yet another hattrick and making a mockery of the opposition.
“Clearly not,” the smile you force onto your face is far too transparent and Rúben sees straight through you.
“Hey, what are you not telling me?” He asks, abandoning the shedding of his outer clothes and steps towards you instead. Hot tears well up in your eyes the moment his hands are on you and you’re pulled into a hug by him. They cloud your vision and any attempt at blinking, while sending the existing ones down your cheeks, only brings on more. He doesn’t probe, he simply stands there, wrapped around you and waits for you to open up. Moments or minutes, you’re not sure, pass by before you shrug out from underneath him and step away.
Your thumbs swipe beneath your eyes and the heel of your hands drag down your cheek to dry yourself off as much as possible as you try to compose yourself. “I’m sorry,” you whisper, struggling with those two words alone as the lump in your throat takes over, making it hard to swallow let alone speak. You give him a smile that you hope appears sympathetic or apologetic or one of the etic words of a similar theme, and with the expression that changes his features into one of concern.
“Don’t say anything yet.” He's careful, hand so close to your body that you can feel the warmth from it but he doesn’t touch you again. He’s done this enough to know the simplest of gestures from him can bring on a crying session that neither of you are ever prepared for. You appreciate the distance. “Come get on the sofa. I can make you a drink and if you just want to cuddle, we’ll cuddle. If you want to talk, we’ll talk.”
“You really don’t mind?” The words feel choked out and unlike earlier where the weight of the day rested upon you, now it feels like shame is doing the same.
“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you stay upset?”
“A normal one?”
“True, but I try to do better. That’s why exes become exes.” he states and gives you a closed lip smile. “Couch. Now.” he says as begins to walk away, “and if you’re not there when I get in that room, I will put you over my shoulder and take your ass there.”
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I found your page a couple of days ago and i love all your stories. I hope you won't be overwhelmed with the amount of Rúben dias requests you're about to receive from me 😂I would like to request something with ruben like oc is heavily pregnant and craving something weird (whatever weird this that comes into your mind lol) and he is laughing and teasing her about it lol, and oc us having non of it. Make it fluffy please 🥺
Thank you so much in advance
cravings
craving during pregnancy is something we all are aware of, rúben even looks forward to it from the moment you broke down the news you were expecting. but what if you ask for something he doesn’t even know it exists?
rúben dias x you
part of dad!rúben collection
wc: 2k
note: something that’s been sitting way too long in the vault because of the research I had to do about this but only now finished bcs I had spurts of inspiration suddenly so surprise, surprise it’s a double update! LOLOL but as usual, I happen to write at dawn so this is not beta-read yet!
“gatinha,”
at your whisper, rúben stirred from his sleep. his eyes immediately spotted the clock on the bedside table. the numbers drawn 3:00 in the big, fat analogue font across the screen.
“uh, what is it?” being the alert husband he was, he turned around to face you in no time. “is there something you need?
you were already seated on the edge of the bed, meaning you had just finished from your early morning toilet trip. ever since you became pregnant, the little trip was a new routine for you—and maybe the majority of other pregnant women in general, and everyone around him who had become fathers before him had warned the footballer to watch where the mother was going.
that, and the last thing he needed was for you to slip somewhere when he wasn’t watching, when he couldn’t be any help for you. rúben and you had been waiting for your very own rainbow baby for years, so when you were granted one, it was within his most important priority list to make sure both you and the child—whose gender was still unknown yet; not even born yet and they already resembled your shy nature—happy and safe.
“are you okay?”
you didn’t hide your fascination towards the man in front of you, hair disheveled and eyes blurry with drowsiness. 5 years of marriage and you still found him endearing, even more so when he was now turning protective and alert all the time, borderline the leader of a pack with the appearance similar to a mother hen.
“i am, don’t you worry,” you said, your hands stroking the side of his face, feeling the little hairs growing to become stubbles in near future. “but i’m starving.”
ah… the infamous early morning craving.
you had never personally asked of anything alike before, contrary to what everybody else had been advising rúben that there would be a time where you would be craving something eventually in a very ridiculous time of a morning. four months in, and you were yet to show any signs of it so rúben naturally thought you were going to be an exception case. but look where they were now.
with a smile so apologetic for having to wake him up like that, rúben melted into the warmth your smile exuded. “of course, meu anjo. should i get my keys?”
rúben might be many things but you didn’t believe one chance that he was a psychic. “do you even know what i want to eat?”
“uh, mcdonalds?”
in any other time, you would’ve laughed at his meek attempt to guess your mind. given t was early in the morning, mcdonalds was supposedly a reasonable choice since it was open 24/7.
but you did not, in under any circumstances, want to touch your feet nearby that chain of foul fast food. besides, you were pregnant. didn’t your husband consider that the unhealthy intake of food would do no good for their baby?
rúben must’ve noticed the change in your demeanour. “did i say something wrong, my love?”
“yes, don’t assume anything you don’t know of.”
ah… this one rúben was familiar, the rapid change of your mood he had his money run for the fastest rollercoaster on earth, so he apologised instantly and asked you again what you wanted.
“remember the time when we travelled to asia?”
“you mean, our honeymoon?”
oh, you were so not having your husband being mr. i-know-it-all. “one more of that and i’m walking out.”
the threat was enough to make rúben circle around the bed before kneeling down in front of your frowning figure. not because he was a loser, but because he knew you might actually do it. you had a capability to do it, you always do, which was why he was drawn to you in the first place.
but he didn’t want a runaway wife, pregnant on top of that, so he quickly apologized again. “what about it, baby?”
“i want durian.”
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what on earth is durian?
rúben sighed as he stared at his phone, the screen frozen helplessly for how many tabs he’d opened up in the browser. he rubbed his face rather roughly, due to the frustration, as he sat on the cover of the toilet and pondered his life choices and its respective life expectancies.
no one—literally no one—had warned him about the effect of any slip of tongue around a pregnant woman.
you were the calmest person he’d ever met, never wanting to bite off someone else’s head because it drained your precious energy. which rúben agreed to, and had been a devoted student of yours in terms of anger management on and off the field. but it was getting very hard to keep his own composure intact when you even lost yours.
ironically, rúben realised that one of you should still stay sane for the sake of everyone in this household, now inclusive of the unborn baby and it didn’t look like it was going to be you anytime soon.
so realistically, he couldn’t say to you that he didn’t remember a thing—not even an ounce of it—that you both had seen the fruit in question during your honeymoon. according to you, though, you both were even mesmerized by the look but decided that the possibility of dying because of the foul smell was larger than the delicious taste. as a result, when was the best time to try the exotic fruit than now, at 3.30 AM, when you were nearing the fifth month of pregnancy?
thus, his final resort to the internet, hoping for a miracle in the amount close to how much he needed to create the apple of his eyes with you.
but of course, the search engine didn’t show anything that could help him save his own lifeline this early morning from a pregnant wife that was so ready to stab the knife to his chest. the best option rúben got was to visit chinatown and head to the fruit market.
with a particular note from a lovely reviewer that the fruit was subject to a particular season—durian season, as the asians called it. if you were to seek for the spiky fruit beyond the particular calendar, then you either (i) got one that tasted as foul as it smells, or (ii) came home empty handed.
but of course, you wouldn’t get it, would you? rúben had already had it in his head you were going to wail at how incredulous his justifications are—what the hell is a durian season? we have spring, summer, autumn and winter and not durian! he could imagine—and would accuse him of trying to get his way out of the hard labour of satisfying you craving. worse, you’d scream out rúben should be responsible for this because he was the one who knocked you up and not vice versa.
other times, the footballer would just laugh it off. even at first, he did so and thought you were the cutest thing in his life, an actual living plushie. now, he just didn’t know what to do…
“what takes you so long?”
rúben jumped slightly at the question thrown at him from behind the door, the only thing separating him and his thoughts with the rest of the world and their expectation towards him. “nothing, meu anjo. i’ll be out in a minute.”
“good, because we gotta go. i’m sleepy already but the baby needs to eat.”
the husband closed his eyes once more, regulated his breathing, visualizing the flow of his breath before letting them out slowly—just the way you taught him how—before coming out of the loo. “baby, can i ask you one thing?”
you looked up, and rúben felt bad because you were already dressed and ready to go out and fight the coldness of an early morning. “what is it?”
“what if we go and have the durian in the morning?”
“rúben, it’s already morning now,” you clicked your tongue impatiently. “what are you saying?”
“i have a place to go already but they’re only open later at 8.”
and pregnant silence fell upon them, no puns intended.
“why at 8?”
“because that’s when the market opens,” rúben sat again in front of you, his hands were rubbing the back of your hand and on top of your knees respectfully. “i’m afraid we’ll have to go to chinatown to get them and it’s only open then.”
rúben was so ready with your fit, so he was rather surprised to hear you answer, “okay.”
okay?
okay?!
okay!
good god, the mood swing had returned it honestly felt like rúben had just jumped off the cliff with bungee jumping.
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rúben was the one not okay that morning.
you turned out to opt out sleeping that night, despite being cuddled by your husband—which was your favourite way to go to sleep, even faring better than being lullabied—but rúben forgot you were living your life for two people for these nine months, so you still had a bar of energy and excitement while he had to drag his feet to the en suite bathroom.
you were literally counting in seconds as to when you’d get to the chinatown. your legs were involuntarily shaking from excitement, while he’d become more sensitive due to the lack of sleep (per his standard). as soon as the car stopped at the parking lot, you ran to the nearest entrance and lost yourself in quest to find the fruit. it wasn’t even 8 AM yet.
rúben had to call and asked you to share your live location, in case you were lost. but you were already moving in a pace so different than those mothers he’d gotten to know lately due to the parenting class, there was no way he could catch up.
“where are you?” as soon as his phone rang, he picked up, panting from the endless count of steps inside a huge market. “i cannot find you.”
coincidentally, you happened to call rúben in order to tell him that you were going to line in a queue to a small shop selling imported exotic fruits. the small hadn’t been open, yet there was already a waiting list, and in your dictionary of words it should only mean that the said shop was relevant to be called the local’s favourite.
“there you are,” rúben was about to comment
like a lucky charm, they were called in to make their purchase not long after.
you had your eyes already set on durian, so when the uncle asked if you wanted to eat at that place or bring home a peeled one, you didn’t hesitate to have them immediately. besides, you didn’t know how to split durian into two and whatnot.
“oh my god, so damn good!” you didn’t waste a minute to dance your little moves that you made to indicate you’re happy at that moment. “i can eat this every day for the rest of my life!”
good god, please help me.
“you should try, baby!” you were so excited to share your happiness with your husband, one hand holding a tiny bit of yellow and ready to be shoved into rúben’s mouth. who could deny such endearing request? “you’ve never had one before!”
and that was also the last time rúben had a bite of that yellow, mushy inside of durian. apart from the smell, he decided he didn’t like the texture and the bitter aftertaste.
but that was him. you, on the other hand, were munching the fruit as if it was going to be your last time seeing that scarce fruit. it appalled rúben too even at the length and amount you could eat in one seating. and looking at that, seeing you were this elated, it also made him full—in every sense of the word, literally and figuratively.
when you were done with the last chunk, you grinned at him, rather sheepishly. maybe you were drunk from the fruit, maybe you were shy because you just let out one hell of an appetite. “thank you for coming here with me.”
“anytime, my love, but we’re not doing this again. okay, meu anjo?” rúben wiped your fingers one by one from the sticky texture, internally wincing at the stinky smell. “promise me that.”
“sim, meu amor.”
#anon asks#oh-saints answers#oh-saints writes#oh-saints writes requests#ruben dias#rúben dias#ruben dias x you#ruben dias imagines#ruben dias one shot#ruben dias fluff#ruben dias blurbs#ruben dias drabbles#ruben dias fanfic#ruben dias fics#football fanfic#football fics#footballer x you#footie fics
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Boobies obsessed Ruben who's not let you wearing your bra when you guys spending time at home, he liked to teased you and being mean by pinching your nipple trough your shirt until you crying begging him to stop it 🧎🏼♀️
ANON I LOVE BOOBIES OBSESSED RUBEN SO MUCH TY FOR THAT
Since i'm a firm believer that ruben is a boob guy, i can actually imagine him being soooo obsessed with them that he doesn't let you wear any bras in your home cause he wants easy access when he wants them in his mouth. He would sometimes pinch them when you're being a brat but usually he treats them so gently. Like imagine he's back home from a loss, and he's just so pissed that he takes the frustration out on your tits. Without saying anything, he would sit on the couch, tapping his lap as he signals you to sit on it. As you comply, he'll take your t-shirt off and toss it away. Imagine the hungry look on his face when looks at your pretty tits tho🥵You'd think he's been waiting for that moment the whole day. He'll bury his face in your cleavage, breathing in deeply as he massages your breasts. He will then play with your nipples, making sure they're hard enough for him before he leans in and licks one like a cat. He'll then pull it into his mouth, sucking it gently as he moans, finally relieved that he has your tits in his mouth again. He'll then flick it with his tongue as he looks up at you with his big eyes, enjoying the way you're clutching his hair and moaning his name. He'll then take your hand, placing it on his bulge to let you know how hard your tits are making him🤭
"Do you like how i worship these pretty tits of yours mami?" He'll murmur against your hard nipple...
#ruben dias x y/n#ruben dias x reader#ruben dias imagine#ruben dias smut#ruben dias#rúben dias#asks#steph answers#🎀#football smut#football imagine
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𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞 - 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐬
• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 ( 𝐇𝐢𝐲𝐚, 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲/𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲? 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 🫶🏼 )
𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲.
[ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ]
( have my babies ruben )
Y/N and Rúben had met in 2021, in a party hosted by their mutual friend John Stones; Rúben had been single for about a year now and Y/N had not considered the prospect of dating anyone, much less a football player due to being completely focused on her career as a journalist; however the pair who were the most quiet during the party had instantly hit it off, and from then onward - a string of voice calls, face time calls and text messages began, coupled with spontaneous dates whenever time had allowed, eventually lead to a beautiful relationship.
Rúben was everything Y/N could hope for, handsome, charming, polite and respectful - he was basically a blessing sent to her from the gods above, and just as they neared the end of 2021, they moved together to their shared home, and Y/N had quit her job to become a freelance blogger, writing about general topics overall which was a slow and steady rise to success as people began to flock towards her blogs and instagram account seeking her advice in regards to a better lifestyle which she was more than happy to oblige.
While she did so, Rúben had been nothing short of supportive, often times offering his own insight which she credited in some of her articles; that had helped deepen their bond, as both of them were very career driven when it came to their passion and dreams, leading to Rúben spontaneously proposing to her at the start of 2022, taking one step further in their relationship.
Everything seemed to be going well, up until around three and a half months into their engagement; Y/N begins to feel nauseous, dizzy and quite exhausted which at first she did not think much of it up until she realized that she was late, causing her to run to the pharmacy one day while Rúben was not at home due to being at an away game, she grabs three pregnancy tests from different brands just to be safe; and as she tried each one, they've all shown the exact same result.
Positive, the result was positive ... she was in fact pregnant.
There was a mixture of excitement and fear, as while Rúben did discuss the prospect of having kids, she wasn't certain on whether he'd be happy about this - and after the doctor's appointment, she was now prepared to face the storm that is, disclosing the news to her soon to be husband, she'd went about with her day as normal, cleaning the house then she moved on to make dinner just as Rúben entered the house, " Baby! " he said.
Her eyes widen, and her heart nearly dropped as she nervously responded. " In the kitchen "
She hears the sound of keys rattling coupled with a thud of what she assumed to be his bag falling on the floor, he walks into the kitchen - snaking his arms around her waist then burying his face her neck, " I missed you so much bebezinha " he murmurs, peppering kisses from her neck to her shoulder.
" I missed you too, my sweet prince " Y/N giggles, " That goal was so good "
" You saw that " Rúben grins against her shoulder, pressing one last kiss before lifting his head to look at her. " That goal was for my very sexy fiancée "
" Is that so? " Y/N asked with an amused tone, " I'm a very lucky girl "
" No no .. " Rúben shakes his head playfully, " I am the one who's lucky because I got to lock down the sexiest blogger in the world "
" Ok prince charming, please go and shower cause you stink " Y/N states with a playful tone.
Rúben feigns a pained expression and placed his hand across his chest, " Bebezinha, you're breaking my heart "
" Don't worry, I'll kiss it better later " Y/N murmurs, pecking his lips before gently pushing him out of the kitchen, she watched as he walked into their bedroom, she blows out a heavy breath then she continues preparing dinner.
About an hour later, Rúben steps out freshly showered and dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a black t-shirt which caught Y/N's eyes as the fabric clung to his muscles sending a shockwave straight to her core, No Y/N don't let the hormones control you, she chastises herself as she said, " Rúbes, dinner is ready! "
The pair sat down and were eating in silence, Rúben noted how shifty she was which caused him to break the silence, " Y/N, are you ok? "
" Yeah " Y/N forces a smile, " yeah but ... " she chews on her bottom lip, " I want to tell you something "
Rúben nods, still concerned. " Ok! "
" Remember when we talked about wanting children? " Y/N began.
" Yeah " Rúben nods once again.
" Well ... " Y/N's eyes trail to her abdomen, " We're going to be a family of three soon "
Rúben grows silent, his eyes widening as he tried to process what she had just told him. " Are you ...? "
" Rúben " Y/N smiled with tearful eyes, " I'm pregnant "
A large smile broke across Rúben's lips, as he pulled her into a soft kiss. " We're going to be parents "
Y/N nods, laughing despite the tears streaking her cheeks. " Yeah "
" I love you baby " Rúben smiles, pecking her lips repeatedly, " I love you so much, you're going to be the best mother in the world "
Midway through her pregnancy, at nearly five months; her belly had grown so much to the extent where she began to steal more of Rúben's clothes and less of her own, at first she thought Rúben would be upset yet he waves off her concern, assuring her that he adored her nonetheless, silencing her doubts by whispering; seeing you in my clothes, while you carry my baby is the sexiest thing I could ever see.
During one night, Rúben and Y/N were in the midst of getting ready to meet with John and Olivia; while Rúben was getting ready, he hears the frustrated huff of his fiancée causing him to poke his head out, " what's wrong? " he asks.
Y/N turns around, her brows creased and lips puckered out in a pout. " Nothing is going right, I barely got this dress on, I feel like I want to explode, your daughter is currently considering what position she'll play seeing as she is more than likely enjoying the fact that she gets to kick me every five minutes and my makeup is just - UGH! " she whines, " Let's face it, by the time I'll see Olivia, I'm going to spend the entire dinner comparing how she looks like a Victoria Secret super model and I look like a fucking blown out whale that kids use for pool parties "
Rúben shakes his head with a small smile, he hadn't worn his dress shirt yet as he was occupied with trimming his beard; he walks up to Y/N, extends his hand then takes her to their full length mirror - Y/N eyes him for a moment, " What? "
" Look at yourself " Rúben commands.
" Rúben " Y/N sighs.
" No, no " Rúben shakes his head, gently tilting her head. " Do you see yourself? "
" Yes, I look like shit " Y/N states with a frown.
Rúben glared at her, " I will not allow you to talk bad on this gorgeous body that is housing my equally beautiful daughter " he snakes his arms around her, then he rests his chin on her shoulder. " I love you, I fucking love every bit of your body, your gorgeous neck " he pressed an open mouthed kiss. " that collar bone " he trails a singular digit across her collar bone, " and those breasts " he groans, the minute his palms lay across her breasts, " I am going to be so jealous of my daughter because she'll spend more time sucking on them than me "
Y/N half giggles-half moans when he squeezed her breasts, as they were still very sensitive.
" You have no idea, how badly I want to fuck you " Rúben smiles, " I want to ravish you and show you how much I love you because you are going to have our daughter, so who cares that there are other women because I don't see any other woman except my sexy wife to be, who's going to be the mother to my baby girl "
Y/N blinks away the tears, " I love you " she turns around to face him and presses a kiss to his lips.
" I love you too, and I love every single inch of you " Rúben smiles, " Now, go on and finish getting ready, because I am going to spend every minute of that dinner bragging about your most successful article "
" Our daughter is going to be the luckiest girl " Y/N beams, " Father of the year "
" You're right, but she's not going to be the only one that's lucky " Rúben smirks, pulling her into an embrace; sneakily squeezing her ass to elicit a laugh from her. " Keep that in mind "
" I will remember that " Y/N smiles.
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#no but imagine Rúben as coach and Bernardo as his assistant#the amount of bullying we could witness if their team loses...#ruben dias
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SERENDIPITY - Masterlist
OC x Rúben Dias
AU - Scooby Doo Universe
Dylan Phoenix x Rúben Dias
Also Features: Mason Mount x Dylan Phoenix (platonic), Dani Stewart (played by Fivel Stewart), Scooby Doo (played by a Great Dane)
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synopsis ⇢ In which a group of friends become very known mystery solvers at the age of 20, however the group started crime solving at the age of 16, but all took a step back due to a relationship falling apart within their group and the stress of school. Now they are out of school, and have already solved quite a few crimes to make a name for themselves. In this alternative universe, the group fight and reveal the truth about the monsters under the masks.
The group consists of a two girls who were the first to befriend one another in primary school, then one of this girls dated the so called ‘leader’ of the group, before they fell apart and decided it be best to be friends - and then there was her cousin and his talking dog - together, though, they were Mystery Incorporated.
Most didn’t take them seriously, still saw them as kids, and kids who were not skilled in the crime world, some took them seriously and would call them whenever they had suspicions.Now we follow them as the venture through another mystery - The Black Knight.
(summary is subject to change).
main genres ⇢ found family, friends to lovers, exes to lovers, alternative universe,
↳ fluff, angst, and smut are all included into this series
warning ⇢ explicit content, graphic violence, gore, violence, mature themes, strong language, death, mental health and injuries, alcohol/drugs/smoking
↳ please refrain if you are sensitive to any of these themes. Please also keep in mind that not all warnings may be listed above - all warnings fit into the series though.
note ⇢ updates will be once a week, the day of the week has not yet been decided or what time it will come out on those days. Those will be sorted once planning is completed. I’m hoping this along with a few other things will help me get out my many months worth of writer’s block :)
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status ⇢ planning
o. character profiles - arriving soon!
i. act one
ii. act two - arriving after act one
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