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heyhihellosworld · 3 months

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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..

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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coco-santos · 4 months

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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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emwritesfootball · 1 year

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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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tommyspeakycap · 2 years

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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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julianalvarez9 · 1 year

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fast in my car / rúben dias

request: ruben socmed au where reader is an f1 driver 😵‍💫

pair: ferrari driver!reader x rúben dias

summary: everybody's shocked to learn that ferrari's golden girl is taken. even more so, when learning who's the lucky one.

author's note: theeee longest socmed au i've ever done 😂 hope y'all like this!! had sm fun doing it.

face claim: toni breidinger

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user1 THE BOY????? EXCUSE ME???

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user3 charles isn't that big 😂

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Rúben Dias x Model!Reader- Life in Manchester Headcannons

Warnings: Slight reference to sexual activity at the end and possible eating disorder (nothing triggering)

Enjoy guys 😉

Part 2 to Rúben Dias x Reader- Meeting Headcannons

• You never intended to become one of the most popular Manchester City WAGS.

• When Rúben signed with Manchester City you agreed to return with him to the UK- to the place where your Portuguese mother and British father live.

• You knew Bernardo from Rúben playing for Portugal. When he started going out with Inês you became besties and now are attached at the hip.

• When Carlota was born you became the best auntie ever!

• Double dates with Bernardo and Inês

• You’re close with all the WAGS but especially with Olivia, Isabel and Sasha. Inês, Olivia, Isabel, Sasha and you are notorious for your fun nights out which end up with your boyfriends picking you up.

• On Instagram, style accounts appear where your outfits from photoshoots, Rúben’s matches and fan photos are posted.

• Attending every single home game at The Etihad, often with Inês but sometimes other WAGS join you.

• Wearing Rúben’s shirt or something in Man City blue to show your support.

• Rúben and you are often called relationship goals; the strong, commanding footballer and the beautiful, clever model.

• When City won the treble you were crying with happiness for Rúben and the team.

• When all the the family members went on the pitch at the Champions League, Rúben just picked you up and kissed you in front of the whole world before embracing his mum, dad and brother.

• ‘I’ve never been prouder of you Ruby’

• ‘Te amo meu amor’

• ‘também te amo, Rúben’

• Rubén’s UCL medal takes pride of place on the sideboard in your apartment with his many other awards/trophies.

• Behind his awards is a large framed photo of your first Vogue cover hanging on the wall.

• ‘If I can have my football awards then you can have your first big magazine cover on the wall Gatinha’

• You were present when Rúben threw up in Jack’s mums bag. You’ve got good blackmail material now 😂

• While Rúben doesn’t drink, you love a fancy cocktail or champagne to celebrate a new photoshoot campaign or magazine cover.

• Rúben tries to convince you to drink less, he means well but it sometimes annoys you

• You both eat extremely healthily and go to the gym most days but Rúben makes you look like a couch potato sometimes.

• He’s a bit of a food critic, your cheat days often consist of things like pot noodles or iced coffees. Rúben thinks it’s a waste of calories and that you should eat something that isn’t just caffeine and chemicals.

• Rúben is also a critic of the model diet. He thinks that you don’t eat enough and is often encouraging you to eat more and telling you off when you don’t.

• You’re pushing your food around your plate. Food that Rúben cooked. His eyes are focused on you from across the table.

• ‘Not hungry?’ His brown eyes gaze at you ‘have you already eaten?’

• ‘I had some almonds for breakfast’

• He frowns deeply ‘you know that isn’t healthy meu amor’

• He may disapprove of your eating habits but he won’t shout at you about it.

• When Rúben is doing ‘homework’ by watching certain football matches for upcoming games, you sit with him. His arm is around you, with you curled up into his side.

• It often leads to neck kisses which lead to…your bedroom 🥰

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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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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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You could write something like friends with benefits with Ruben Dias but he really falls in love w reader 😬 ? you can decide the rest just make it angst

you really can blame back to december (taylor's version) for this. who's ready?

saudade

(portugese) a deep emotional state of melancholic longing for a person or thing that is absent; desiderium.

it was a word rúben only learnt in front of his oldest flame. his favourite flame. however, between the two of them, did time heal everything?

rúben dias x doctor!reader word count: 4.5k prompts: above + summer fling + @julianalvarez9's post here (sorry, girlie, gotta twist your idea a bit) tw: explicit foreplay but suggestive smut 👀 note: y'all can blame ms. swift's newly released album, okay? well, aside from the depressive mood lately and recent work stress, the particular song kickstarted me to write my arse off like i just broke up with my ex (when it's an old news already lol). but as usual, i happen to write this at dawn so not beta-read yet. song: back to december + all too well

“oh, there she is!”

oh for the love of god, you know you were late, okay? when you hadn’t stopped running back and forth for two consecutive days straight to save everyone and their mother’s lives, it was pretty understandable to take the chance of hibernating the first thing you had a day off, right?

“after an eon of disappearing,” the groom—your favourite cousin but god did he love basking attention—raised his glass towards you, and you could only smile his way through the gritted teeth. “I’m glad you decide to grace us with you presence, Your Majesty.”

but of course your family wouldn’t understand that, for they lived a totally different lifestyle to yours, despite begging you to enrol yourself to the most prestigious medical school. ironic now that they were the ones who always begged you to come home when you felt like you’ve moved to your home the moment you got accepted to the most reputable cardiology and cardiothoracic department in the country.

so you smiled wider—for the appearance, of course—but you said nothing back.

you were still regulating your breaths, palpable by your huffs and puffs as you took the empty seat—god if the bridezilla got mad because you took the wrong seat, you’d fight her because it was already a sacrifice on your end to drag your ass to this weekend full of wedding festivities—and before you could do anything else, a glass of water was shoved your way gently.

“you look like you need one.”

you were not surprised by the voice. he sounded like he looked like—rough, buff, strong, bulk. you were rather surprised at the small smile thrown your way when he handed you the crystal, filled with clear liquid.

oh, the choice of drink, too, by the way. in a weekend that would soon be filled with endless flow of champagne and other alcoholic and questionable options, he chose still water.

realising you were still eyeing the glass in his hand, his demeanour changed slightly. “not a fan of water?”

“I thought you’re kind of a beer guy.”

your response sent him into a laughing fit because honestly, rúben was expecting you to throw a flirty banter. with an evening gown that rocked a thigh slit as high as the bride’s ego, you looked more ready to have some fun from the get-go.

but the sound of that deep, masculine laugh did wonders to you. heat immediately run through your entire body, and you immediately knew you liked it more than you thought you should because you kept wanting more. more of his laugh, more of his voice, more of his smiles, more of his scent. more of him.

“it’s too early for that, no?”

with the way he lifted his eyebrows teasingly, you almost questioned your decision to become a doctor. you’d definitely been missing out this special specimen beside you, due to burying yourself in between your patients’ body—literally, in order to save their lives. you really need to go out more often.

or maybe, you need to step up the game while you can before hospital took your fair share of fun as soon as you landed back home. shivers ran down the underside of your arms at the last thought.

fuck it, then. if there was one thing hospital taught you the hard way, it was to might as well enjoy things while it lasted.

you grabbed the glass of water from his hands—his skin felt exactly like it seemed—before signalling for two flutes of champagne. the server went to grab your request as you shoo away your thirst with the water and then proceeded to down the champagne when the server was back in the vicinity, all while never straying your eyes from his. “in Italy, nothing’s too early, no?”

and that was another laugh you’d come to like. god, if coffee did no longer work on your bloodstream, someone should get her that as her daily fix of adrenaline dose before her night shift started.

the man in front of you took his portion of champagne and said his thanks, his eyes held yours like there was no tomorrow. despite the roughness in his facial features, stubbles and all, his smile was warm. and for you, the whole combination was what made your knees weak.

how could someone look so sexy and smug in all his friendliness?

“it’s rúben, by the way.”

with the small smirk slowly tugging the corner of his lips as he sipped the champagne, rúben should really consider himself lucky you didn’t jump on him and replaced the crystal flute under his lips instead.

＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊

despite your initial dislike towards the bride—purely because you thought she had a severe princess disease—you tried so hard not to rain in her parade. no matter what, it was still her special day, probably one she’d been dreaming since she was a toddler.

also, have you mentioned that the groom was one of your favourite person on earth?

so you didn’t even dare to move anywhere outside the safe sanctuary of your table because you knew you’d be bombarded by the elders for how rarely you showed your face again in family functions like these, or for how you could not even show up with a boyfriend in tow. amongst the lineage, you were the only one left without a lover or some sort, but instead of draining your energy to explain how exhausting it was to live so that other people can live too, you stayed put.

that, and the fact that rúben provided 1001 reasons why you should stay behind with him. yes, sexiness aside, you found yourself able to converse so many things outside the medical jargons and it kind of made you miss it—the ordinary life everyone else was leading. you missed talking about the latest blockbuster movie, you even missed wearing something else than the hospital scrub and your favourite crocs for more than 10 hours straight.

you even missed the flirting phase, thanks to rúben’s impeccable ability to chime in some subtle but straightforward seduction. rúben himself already exuded some hotness, his laugh and words managed to shoot some warmth throughout your body, and the champagne tripled the heat all over you.

rúben was only downing another glass of negroni and you were only watching the liquid move from his mouth to his throat, but you needed to excuse yourself. your brain was no longer cooperating with every other organ intact to your body—you couldn’t shouldn’t think all of these forbidden thoughts inside of your mind because rúben had been nothing but a gentleman, yet you were the one who kept wanting to cross the line.

yes, rúben might’ve dropped some not-so discreet touches down your arms, on top of your knees, under your knees. yes, he twirled with your unkempt hair, tucked them behind your ears. but the groom used to do that all the time with you, just to tease you around, so what made this time different?

“I thought you hit the jackpot or something.”

and there was rúben again, his voice matched the concern written all over his face. even in times like this, when her inside was a mess all over, rúben managed to think of her well-being. damn it, he really made it so hard for you to contain the burning desire.

there, she said it. desire—a word so foreign in her dictionary recently, for she’d momentarily lost her want to study the human anatomy since the moment she walked into this party late.

“what, you’d run away or something if I did?”

despite you hyperventilating earlier, as you ran towards a balcony of this huge Italian castle looking for air, you were sure rúben couldn’t see a trace of it anymore. you were already sporting the provocating look you’d come to realise only come into the surface when stirred right—aka only rúben managed to do so by far.

and only rúben could take the outmost pride in enticing such vixen from her hiding place. you wouldn’t have braved the face to sport such dangerous dress if you didn’t have the energy in you, and he was more than glad you ended up taking your seat beside his, despite knowing you were supposed to be seated somewhere else later into the night, for he could satisfy himself with the sly and slightly naughty look you only threw his way whenever he wanted.

he’d be the worst liar on this planet if he said he wasn’t tempted to kill distance between your lips and his, so many times tonight. but his father taught him courtesy, and to do such radical act in a room full of other people’s guests would be an insolence and disrespect to the bride and groom.

but now that the matter of prying eyes was gone…

“I’d brush your teeth, of course,” a small gasp from you didn’t escape his ears. “what do you take me for?”

you smiled but you were shaking your head disapprovingly as you folded your arms in front of you. “when are you going to stop being a gentleman, rúben?”

“why should I?” the man stepped closer to you, and you wished he was still wearing the dark blue vest because you certainly couldn’t handle those specs ghosting behind the white shirt. “do you want me to be a bad guy?”

but you couldn’t also deny you’d want to see those chiselled chest. combined with that smirk and fascinating kind of mirth dancing in his eyes, would you be dead and sent to heaven? “can you?”

you were both now so close, rúben only needed to lift your chin towards his face to claim your lips. “oh, is that a challenge?”

he could easily did, by the way, with the way your lips were gaping as soon as he gripped his chin gently. but he decided to tease you more, as his nose reached down to touch yours while his body pushed you to the railing, giving him the excuse to catch your body in his arms.

your brain was now completely unwired, your limb was moving the way rúben orchestrated yourself like a maestro to his favourite instrument. all you remembered was to hold on to the back of rúben’s neck and the side of his strong arm, as he gathered you in his sturdy embrace, and chanting don’t fall, don’t fall to your now-airhead.

when he finally tipped your chin to his desired angle and your lips caressed one another, your breath turned shaky and it gave him an immense sense of pride. he’d been wanting to have this, dropping hints here and there so you’d let yourself free of expressing your inner self, because he knew you wanted the same thing too.

“what do you want?”

if anyone went wet at his usual voice, wait until you heard this version of rúben.

you could already feel yourself turning into a weak excuse of a puddle. your brain was melting, your inside was evaporating.

“tell me what do you want, baby, and I’ll give ‘em to you.”

it wasn’t that you were shy to voice them, but it was because you couldn’t find the words. funny how you could read endless words and medical jargons and yet, gone was everything inside and outside of yourself, including your so-called dignity you were often praised for when you were doing your rounds, when he dropped the word baby to call you with.

so you raised yourself on your tiptoes and pushed yourself towards him.

“uh, oh,” damn it, you forgot he was a footballer. he was paid to use his reflexes on weekly basis. avoiding your advances were nothing against his job. “words, baby.”

“you,” you managed to breathe out the simplest word you could find in the currently short-circuited brain of yours, but the very word seemed to please the man, whose smirk went wider oh-so sexily. “want you, rúben.”

if it wasn’t for the fireworks going off at the background five minutes later, rúben would’ve succeeded in making you fall apart in record time. but rúben didn’t know the word give up so while he kept to himself for the remaining of the night, he’d come looking after you as soon as the party ended and everyone went back to their respective suites.

you, too, certainly didn’t see this coming. but when rúben immediately kissed you senselessly as soon as you opened the door—well, as soon as he pushed you inside and opened your pathetic excuse of bathrobe, that is—you weren’t complaining. you even helped him shed the rest of your fabrics before unbuttoning all of his, all without separating yourself from him, because the last time you did, you never got the chance to chase your high.

“but, rúben, tomorrow’s the wedding!” you squealed as he lifted your body, your legs immediately locked your position against the large man, as he walked you both to your bed. “we’re so gonna be late, rúben.”

he was peppering your neck with kisses as he placed you down the mattress, rousing giggles from your end. “that will give them a story to tell, no?”

“you’re crazy—oh, oh,” the crispiness of your laughter was interrupted by the sensation of rúben’s tongue devilishly sucking your sensitive spot. “oh, fuck! fuck, rúben, fuck!”

if his tongue wasn’t twirling the bruising skin so well to soothe the pain, you’d smack the smile you felt against your skin. “well, they say that what happens in Italy, stays in Italy.”

“I think you’re mistaken for what happens in las vegas, stays in las vegas—oh, fuck, rúben…! don’t fucking stop.”

“is that so?” oh, how dare he stop?! you sat up when rúben halted the wet ministrations of his tongue against your breasts, about to protest the footballer, when he pinched your budding nipples. your head immediately fell back to the pillow, surrendering yourself instead. “can’t seem to remember. you keep distracting me, meu anjo.”

the sensation of his warm saliva against the coldness of his fingers’ pads were unlike no other that you mewled out the loudest moan you’d ever done. so disgusting you had to bring down his lips towards you to shut yourself up. “should we go to las vegas instead?”

“tonight?” rúben popped a now-hardened nipple of yours, and the sight was definitely something you could not erase from your memory. “I can call my plane.”

“don’t tempt me, rúben, because we know this weekend is going to be boring from the looks of it.”

“let’s bring las vegas to us, then.”

long story short, rúben brought you las vegas and its glory every chance he got during the weekend.

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“must we go back to reality tomorrow?”

the giant central back chuckled at your submission. you were tucked under his arms, your fingers were drawing air on his chest, and somehow he knew you were pouting as you did so. it never ceased his wonder how you could be a temptress for a minute, then turned into a cutie-patootie—your words, not his—the next second.

it never ceased his wonder too as to how you’d always spurt out the same question all over again, every weekend you both got the chance to escape reality, despite knowing the definite answer of yes, we all have a life to lead tomorrow from him.

many of your colleagues had inquired about your relationship with the familiar face they’d seen over the weekend on their TV screens, but you didn’t know what to answer them. you were texting and flirting all the time but you were certainly wasn’t dating. you had sex, and you happened to repeat them whenever things got tough for either of you.

it was starting to become a vicious cycle, you and him. it was an impending doom, escaping the harsh reality only to seek for harsh and explosive sex instead of facing them head first.

he should’ve said no to every of your calls, but you crying over another life you failed to save wasn’t something in his card to ignore.

you should’ve said no to every of his calls, purely because you knew you were another rebound or another anger fuck from the losing game, but you didn’t have the energy in you to think of any reason to say no, not when you’ve racked your brain to save the failing life of your patients.

you both became a constant fixture, the only thing guaranteed good, when all else failed in your respective lives.

including the romantic aspect of your life.

but how could it not fail when rúben always picked up your calls when you had a bad day—that bad that you didn’t have the energy to have sex with him? he’d listened to you crying before stopping yourself, he’d listened to the silent you gave him because you were processing things. he’d listened to them all before offering to pick you up from work, no matter how stupid it looked like for him to slide in his vehicle at 5 in the morning when he had to be back at the training centre at 9 sharp.

when he couldn’t be around when you were having a mental breakdance, rúben would send you and your team a mini buffet for your lunch so you could share happiness the same way you shared him your devastation. so you could be back on your feet in no time because time is of essence for your job, your patients need you to be strong and healthy so they too could do and feel the same.

rúben—bless him—even spared his time to visit your patients when december came around the corner. he’d cheered them up, like the way he always did around you and for you, and even gave the kids and their caretakers gifts so they didn’t feel bored spending the festive holiday at the hospital. the next week, he brought over his entire football team just because one of the elder patients said he was a fan of his team.

he did all that, like a true gentleman you’d met the first time at your cousin’s Italian wedding, only to drop you the biggest nuclear bomb right on top of your head, right on christmas eve.

it was a dinner hosted by one of his teammates. he’d asked you to come because he knew you didn’t prepare for any last minute plan when your surgery schedule fell through—the patient died before you could save her—and thought the merry atmosphere would turn your sour mood to a better one.

you, from the beginning, didn’t want to go because you didn’t feel like intruding. and maybe, you shouldn’t have come.

the host, rúben’s captain, asked what kind of relationship you both were having, just as you were about to call for the men to join the women in the kitchen because the food were all ready to be served by now. but you never joined either side because of rúben’s answer.

“I’m getting married,” you remembered vividly. “she was nothing but a good fuck.”

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but that was—what, five years ago?

you’d moved on with life, and that included moving far away from home to london. you obtained your specialist degree and was now under the tutelage of the best cardiovascular professor in town. you were often credited as prof. nagelsmann’s golden child because of how much the professor adored you, for your vast knowledge and eagerness to learn, as well as your hardworking attitude.

if people knew that you were studying till you broke your neck and had constant nosebleed till exhaustion took over your body at first only to put your mind somewhere else…

well, they didn’t need to know that. people only needed to know that you lived and breathed for the hospital now, because you’d now come to terms that life and death was two of the things that you were sure of to happen. nothing else were as definite as those two.

well, maybe also the jinx when you stashed away your hospital scrub for ordinary clothing as you clocked out of your shift.

as soon as your junior called your name, just five steps beyond the hospital territory, not even your car in sight yet, you knew you had to go back inside and save your kdrama marathon for another time. “code blue?”

your junior nodded and immediately jumped to describe the dire emergency. you were also handed the patient’s medical record. “male, 35 years old with CoA[1]. his stent’s infected so we have to do replacement but his CT scan shows hemothorax[2] and raptured aorta as well.”

your legs wanted to give away when your eyes spotted the name.

it’s ivan dias.

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rúben couldn’t believe his eyes.

there you were, explaining the whole procedure his brother would be going through. clad in your hospital scrub with no make-up, you were still as beautiful as he’d remembered. not even signs of time grazing your skin, as if the cold temperature of the operating theatre froze away the concept of time from your face.

your natural look was what initially drew him into you. in a room full of people caking their faces in the latest make-up trend, you definitely stood out in his eyes. you even outshone everyone else, including the bride, if he was being honest. and when he found out you were more than a pretty face, it didn’t take him another minute to settle his decision to make you stay behind in the table with him, so no one else could take you far away from him.

possessive, people would say to him. a trait he thought he’d hated in everyone else, but a trait that turned out to be something that showed up only whenever you were concerned.

but god, did rúben want you. so bad he felt like he could kill anyone else who casted you a seductive glance, despite you not acknowledging them.

and it made him hate himself because he was turning to be everyone else he’d come to hate. he didn’t want to be selfish, he didn’t want to push everyone else for what he solely wanted. he didn’t want you all for himself—he shouldn’t want you all for himself.

you both were only friends after all.

at least, that was rúben used to think of. because who the hell listened to another person crying for hours, if not for friends? who the hell picked up another person at 5 in the morning, if not for friends? who the hell reminded another person to eat so they could take care of their patients, if not for friends?

so he did everything he could, including dating around till he painted the town as red as the possessiveness he wished to hide, in hope he could diminish this niggling feeling that was bothering him day and night. he sought help and read endless books, just so he could validate the peculiar emotions he was feeling, that only vanished when you were around.

but nothing satisfied him. nothing was the answer to his long-standing question. even when he decided to jump the big gun and got married with someone else that didn’t even understand a simple arithmetic question, rúben still felt the gnawing hole inside of him, that was still thirsty of something he didn’t know of.

the hole grew into a big, black, gaping hole as his marriage went on. the hole even swallowed the existence and the idea of the two of them, the couple that could perfectly plaster the covers of bridal vogue, into a mere memory, burned to ashes and blown to the sky.

even then, too, rúben only wanted to see you. because being around you always brought strange waves of calmness to him.

so he did, only to find you go off the grid for good. he’d asked for you to everyone he knew and everyone he thought could possibly knew of your existence, to no avail. he’d thought of going to your home and asked to your parents but he decided to go against it because he respected you and your decision—he always does from the first moment he met you.

he remembered he didn’t even want to touch you until you succumbed yourself entirely to his palm, and he promised you he’d do that and he intended to keep his end of words, be it when you were around or not. he could only pray to God to meet you again in due time and course, when you were ready to see him again.

but now… god, did he want to scream out loud in happiness. you were still as gentle as ever, having handled fragile lives in your hands of both the parents and the guardians. your voice still reminded him of an umbrella under a blazing hot day, as you elaborated ivan’s condition to his parents. your hands still reminded him of a silk handkerchief tucked properly under one’s suit, as you touched his parents in reassurance.

only then did he realise that this sharp feeling inside of him, only you could provoke such intense emotions like a dagger stab to his heart, was longing.

he’d longed to have you in his arms again, despite having you there all his previous times with you. he’d longed to have you around him again, despite being around you. no distance was still a distance per his standard. and he realised he’d made the biggest mistake by not proclaiming you when he had the chance.

fuck possessiveness, he wanted you back.

after all these years, he still wanted you so bad.

“I knew you’d succeed,” rúben sat down with two cans of your choice of beer. “I haven’t had the chance to congratulate you. congratulations, by the way.”

“thank you,” while you flashed him a smile, you smiled rather awkwardly and scooted further away from him. like you were scared of him. like a child was scared of what a stranger had in their hands. “i—”

he didn’t like that you were getting further away from his reach. he couldn’t launch his old moves on you again if you did. “I hope you still like Budweiser.”

“I do, but I’m sorry, do I know you?”

but it seemed like he’d lost you now, the way he’d lost you years ago.

[1] coarctation of aorta; a birth defect in the aorta, where it is far narrower than normal, blocking the blood flow to the body. on severe cases, it is so narrow that it can back up the blood flow to the left ventricle, forcing the muscle there to work twice as hard in order to distribute blood the way it’s supposed to be.

[2] hemothorax; a presence of blood is detected between the chest wall and the lungs. commonly, may be caused by blunt trauma or by complication of a disease.

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