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#ruben dias fanfics
oh-saints · 11 months
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okay but .... something cute and domestic with ruben where you're cooking or he's cooking anf you're listening to music (whenever I think of this I think of him listening to this portuguese song called princesa (beija-me outra vez) by boss ac and idk I just think it fits him so well) and just holding each other and making out in the kitchen ... him singing the song to you 😫
anon, just so you know, you got me into the song so much since the first time i saw this on my askbox (which has been a while) that i got carried away
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princess
rúben dias x you
word count: 1.3k
tw: mention of sex and suggestive words 👀
notes: happy birthday to our favourite centre-back! gotta celebrate it with a homebody ruben because domestic ruben always sends me... 😫😫 but as usual, i always write at dawn so this is not yet beta-read.
the amazing song's here!
your alarm vibrated your phone against the wooden bedside table and you had never dragged your body up faster than that moment.
for the purpose you were planning today, you had to wake up earlier than your boyfriend. which, ironically had never happened before during your entire 1-year stint with him so far. that was because the giant piece of delicious boyfriend beside you was a morning person and a man of routine—wake up at 7, wash up, wake you up, drink some energy drinks of his own recipe as he waits you to finish dressing up.
funny how you were the one with ordinary 9-5 job yet he always woke up before you and always managed—and so far, without avail—to drive you to work before heading out to his.
so to appreciate all the effortless effort he exerted of being a flawless boyfriend the past year, you intended to celebrate the most important day of his life with something you’d never done before. not with him, and not you’re your exes too, because rúben was worth something else than a mundane, expected gift.
you sneaked out of rúben’s humongous bed, tiptoeing your way out of the room because the centre-back was apparently sensitive to sound as well. multitasking lady as you are, you managed to pick up your boyfriend’s large black shirt he shed carelessly last night from the floor and wore them as you passed by the living room because there’s no way I’m doing this in a Herve Leger dress.
as soon as you reached the kitchen, you ransacked the place, searching for the ingredients you’d scattered all over the place beforehand so rúben wouldn’t get suspicious about the plan you were pulling today. you could swear his ability to read the game reached off the pitch too sometimes and it drove you crazy most of the time.
it might be simple, your plan. it was only putting together his favourite cake, with recipes you got from his mother as well as approval from the club’s nutritionist, but you knew it’d mean the world to rúben because he’d been deprived of the earthly pleasure since he committed himself to the athlete life.
you went on to colonise rúben’s kitchen with your work of art, fully immersed with task at hand and humming along the right lyrics to whatever song was playing.
“minha vida,” shivers ran down your back because he used the combination of his bed voice with the nickname he pulled out only when he was being seriously romantic. “what are you doing?”
damn it, he’s not supposed to wake up in another 30 minutes! you groaned inside but outside, you gave him a sheepish smile, embarrassed to get caught red on action. with flours and eggs and whiskers everywhere, you couldn’t escape him anymore.
“I’m cooking?”
“I see that,” oh fuck, not that sly smirk on his sleepy face. you could feel your resolve dissolving slowly but surely because who could resist this sexy motherfucker in the morning? “why are you cooking then?”
you tried to collect yourself altogether while rúben eliminated the distance between you and him in three strides. “for your birthday, of course.”
in rúben’s standard (his words last night), you both had commemorated the sacred day (your words last night) with an early birthday dinner that followed up with an explosive love-making. so passionate you both could barely contain your desires towards one another right after you both stepped out of the elevator. so passionate it lasted till the wee hours.
which was a record because in between yours and rúben’s hectic schedule, it was nearly impossible to have both of your saturdays and sundays off in the same weekend.
but rúben could see you through the thick veil you were trying to wear, and his smirk only grew at your futile attempt to compose yourself before he pulled your chin closer to his gently, despite his rough hands due to countless harsh contacts with the grass. the sensation left you further breathless, and the sensation of you breathless under his touch was what fueled him to cut off the breaths altogether by clasping his lips to yours without mercy.
you gave in without a fight, of course. you gave him away yourself a long while ago, anyway.
it was always satisfying to hear the click that went off whenever your lips got separated, mostly on rúben's account, but it was more gratifying for rúben to see your cheeks red and lips swollen only for him. “go on then,”
he turned you around, back to face the messy kitchen island, while he settled himself on your back. your senses grew hypersensitive with the way his hands rested lightly on your waist and the way he stood ghostingly behind you. so close, that you could feel him breathing down on you, yet so far with how featherly his touches were, so unlike his usual manner of protective hold.
“don’t stop on my account, gatinha,” and you had to hold back an audible gasp at his timbre rumbling against your spine. “if you stop, I’m going to punish you for making an unfinished mess in my kitchen.”
rúben had the audacity to let out a deep chuckle when you squirmed against his hold, as he murmured the word punish directly at the shell of your ear, as if he didn’t know any better of the effects he had upon you. “I’m serious, meu anjo. don’t test me.”
you had to bite back your response of I’m squirming because I know you’re serious. besides, you weren’t one to back down from a challenge—rúben knew that by now. it was one of the reasons he dated you in the first place, your competitiveness reminded him there was still another layer of clouds above the sky.
so you poured every last ounce of your concentration to working on rúben’s cake to the point you didn’t notice he was already moving away from you, towards the conjoined living room to change your playlist of liked songs into his dedicated playlist for you.
it was only when you’d inserted the baking pan into the oven that you realised rúben was singing—half rapping too because we stan a multitasking king—the song he serenaded you with the night he asked you to be his girlfriend, as he slid his feet against the floor with a bit of dancing groove towards you.
enfeitiçaste-me no dia em que te conheci, fico fulo da vida quando eles olham p'ra ti
you bewitched me the day that I met you, I get mad when they look at you
you laughed at his “stage act” as you washed your hands, a bit faster than your usual thorough routine because in all honesty, you couldn’t help yourself for wanting to join him. the song was long forgotten and your goofy boyfriend was reminding you all the reasons why you fell in love with him, and why you were doing all these surprises in the first place.
“princesa,”
rúben stretched his arms towards you as soon as he saw you were done drying your hands, and before long he’d had you spun around towards him. he caught you at the right moment, engulfing you in a tight back hug despite his twisted arms on your front. but the awkward position was the last thing in his mind when he had you reaching up to kiss him one more whenever the lyrics said beija-me outra vez (kiss me again one more time) before laughing and smiling in his arms as he swayed you left and right gently.
so bright and blinding and happy like it was your birthday instead of his—and he didn’t mind if it felt like that because you’d brought him more mirth in his life in the past year than his long list of exes had ever done.
he didn’t mind because you’d given him more than enough of reasons to live to love you.
“princesa,” rúben drew his hands down the line of your body, feeling every inch and curve hidden beneath his linen shirt. he thought his teenage dream of having his lover wearing white was insane but in reality, wearing black and nothing else but skin underneath his palms was a whole new different game. “you feel so good,”
and it, indeed, felt so damn good as his hands traced the outline of your outer thighs that you didn't feel ashamed for letting out the most disgusting mewl in between broken gasps.
but the oven got to turn off in that moment.
you broke off from your trance as the ting! sound rang off your ears like a siren blaring but rúben held you prisoner under the ministrations of his hands, you remained puny in his arms as his hands travelled closer to the most pulsating, aching part of yourself right now.
“i want you in my birthday suit, princesa,” rúben growled in your ear as he gently bit off the soft bone, the beast not taking a no for an answer. “now.”
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errythinisblue · 1 year
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Rainy Manchester mornings.
Rúben Dias x Y/N
Summary: You’re not used to wake up with your boyfriend by your side, and he’s not used to either, because of his busy schedule. But you both might get used to it very easily…
Warnings: SMUT (almost without a plot, but at least it’s kinda sweet)
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Rain tapped against the windows of your bedroom, and you slowly stirred awake; you opened your eyes in the greyish light, and your heart immediately skipped a beat at the sight you were presented with: Rúben’s face was so close to yours that your noses could touch with just a slight movement of your own. He was sleeping on his back, his chest deeply raising and falling with each breath he took; his left arm was by his side, hand resting just above his left hip, while his right arm was under your head; it was probably numb by now, seen as you woke up pretty much in the exact, same position you fell asleep the night before.
You slowly moved your body towards him, resting your weight on your elbows and finally setting his arm free, careful not to wake him up. He had a big game tonight and you knew he needed the rest.
He sighed in his sleep, as he perceived that he could move his arm again, and he moved it immediately to circle your waist under the covers, losing no time and no chance to keep you as close as he could. His face scrunched up in concentration as he did so, and you couldn’t help but find his expression adorable.
Smiling, you slowly raised your right hand to smooth the creases that formed on his forehead, and when you saw his face relax, you lowered your body on the bed once again, resting your cheek on his shoulder this time.
Your fingers gently caressed the smooth skin of his chest, dancing along his left collarbone, then in the middle of his neck, and then along his right collarbone; your eyes were fixed on his beautiful facial features: his now relaxed forehead and the disheveled hair, his closed eyes with those long lashes you envied so much, his nose and his defined cheekbones, his full lips, and that beard of his… he was perfection.
As you absentmindedly admired him, Rúben turned to his side; he was still asleep, but he was fully facing you now. The arm that circled your body tightened its hold on you, while his left hand moved from his hip to yours. You could tell it wouldn’t be long before he was fully awake, as his left hand travelled down your thigh and moved it over his hip, letting you feel every single inch of him.
His breathing hitched as his hard on pressed against your core, and you too sighed at the contact, even if there were still two layers of fabric separating the two of you.
“Hmm…” he groaned as he opened his deep brown eyes, “Well, good morning…”
“Morning baby…” you smiled, bumping your nose against his, and softly scratching his beard.
He bumped your nose back with his, before he pecked your lips, once, twice, grinning before he pressed his lips to yours once again, kissing you deeply, sighing into the kiss and breathing you in as if he missed you during his sleep. With your lips still attached to his, he didn’t wait anymore to roll your bodies over, and you ended up straddling him.
“God,” he smirked up at you, eyes still heavy with sleep, “I love waking up like this, with you…”
“You do hm?” you asked him, as you lowered your face to kiss him.
“I do,” he breathed as soon as your mouth moved to kiss his cheek, his jaw, his neck, “I hate when I have to leave early in the morning to go training, I hate leaving you all alone in our big bed…” a low growl erupted from the back of his throat, “…I hate that I’m not here to give you a proper good morning kiss, or something better…”
“But you’re here now,” you smiled before you pressed an open mouthed kiss to his lips, “aren’t you?”
“I am…” he rasped, before he sat up to kiss you.
He was there with you indeed, and you could feel him everywhere around you: his breath on the sensitive skin of your neck, his lips ghosting your pulse, his hands slowly travelling down your back, starting from between your shoulder blades and ending on your hips as he guided your grinding movements.
“You know we shouldn’t,” you whispered, already hooked on the feeling of him, “not before tonight’s game…” you murmured against his lips, those same lips that travelled up from your neck to kiss you again, and again.
“It’s still early in the morning, and the game is tonight…” he tried to convince you, moving his right hand to the front of your panties and placing his thumb directly over your clit, “I’ll have plenty of time to recover…”
“This is not fair…” you half whined as you moved your hips in sync with his thumb.
“What?” Rúben smirked, gazing at your facial expression through half hooded eyes.
“You trying to persuade me like this…” you gulped as he applied a more intense pressure.
“Okay, you’re right.” he cleared his throat, before he raised his hands in surrender, letting you long for his touch on you once again, “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop.”
“It might be too late for that…” you leaned your face closer to his, watching as he gulped while you felt him twitch under you.
“Where are you going?” he rasped as he watched you get out of bed.
“Just lay down…” you told him as you gently pushed on his chest, feeling his heart hammer under your touch; you smirked as you heard him swearing while he looked at you getting undressed for him.
You couldn’t wait to feel his skin against yours, already missing the close contact between your bodies and already longing for an even closer one, so you kneeled between his parted thighs before you straddled his hips once again.
“You’re so beautiful bebê…” he groaned as he touched your naked breasts, toying with your hardened nipples as you rolled your head back because of his blazing touch, “So beautiful and all mine.”
“I want you Rúben,” you whimpered, wanting to feel his hands all over you once again, “please…” you pleaded while you freed his dick from his tight boxers, taking him by surprise as you wrapped your small hand around him.
“Fuck bebê,” he moaned, closing his eyes shut at the feeling of your hand gently stroking his cock, “don’t stop…” he was the one pleading this time, but he didn’t waste any time before his fingers were making sure you were wet enough for him, and he let out a low moan as he felt that you were more than ready for him to fuck you.
Rúben kissed you hungrily, panting and moaning softly in your mouth as you were still stroking him; then he gently removed your hand from him, lowering his boxers enough to be comfortable, before he wrapped his hand around his dick and slowly lowered you down on it.
“Oh Rúbenn…” you softly moaned as he stretched you out, filling you perfectly as he always did.
“You feel amazing baby, fuck,” he sighed, feeling lightheaded from the way your walls wrapped around him, “so wet for me, so perfect.”
“You are,” you panted, starting to move above him, riding him slowly, teasingly, “you are perfect Rúben, fuck!”
His hands were all over you once again, just like his lips, that were attached to your breasts, to your neck, and to your face; your senses were in overdrive as you could feel his touch everywhere, and the slow rhythm of your movements did nothing to help your case, if anything it pushed you closer and closer to your high.
Rúben wasn’t doing better, if it can be said. Your soft skin and your scent were intoxicating him; the sight of you riding him and chasing both of your highs didn’t help him at all, not to mention the feeling of your walls that started to contract around him, as if they were calling him in, inviting him to just let go.
“Are you close baby?” Rúben asked you, his hoarse voice alone making you moan out loud, “I can feel how close you are…”
“Please baby, please Rúben I need you…” you breathed, pleasure already fogging your brain, “I need you…” you repeated as you took his hand and placed it between your bodies, letting him know what you wanted from him.
As soon as Rúben’s fingers started to circle your clit, you threw your head back breathing a desperate “fuck” to let him know this what what you needed. And Rúben would have cum right there and then at the mere sight of you: seeing you like this, all his and lost in the pleasure he was giving you was definitely making him lose it.
He shut his eyes tightly, trying to hold back and to wait for you to cum before letting go. But he wasn’t ready to meet your burning gaze once he opened his eyes once again, and you weren’t going to look away. You stared into his eyes, into his soul, as you took his face in your hands as you started to ride him faster and harder.
“Bebê I’m not gonna last long if you keep this up,” Rúben whined, the strain in his voice telling you he was clearly holding back, “fuck, slow down, I want you to cum first-”
“I want you to cum with me,” you breathed, “cum with me Rúbenn…”
“Fuck you’re so gorgeous, fuck!” he growled as he helped you ride out your orgasm, and finishing inside you as he did so, “Fuck baby…” he sighed as he tried to gain control over his breathing once again.
He gently laid you down on the bed, before he got up to grab a washcloth to clean you both up. He was always so caring and always paying attention to you, and this morning it was no different.
“We should do this more often…” you giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, once he laid down next to you.
“You’re right indeed,” he chuckled as he kissed your cheek, “but what am I gonna tell to your beloved Pep?”
“Tell him to just postpone your morning sessions,” you shrugged as you heard him laughing, “by an hour or maybe two…” you wiggled your eyebrows as you tangled your fingers in the short hair at the nape of his neck.
“Two hours hm?” Rúben breathed, his mouth dangerously close to yours, “We still have time then!” he laughed as he rolled your bodies over, laying on top of you, between your parted thighs.
“Time for what??” you smiled up at him, caressing his irresistible bearded cheeks.
“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “but I’m sure we’ll find something to keep us entertained!” he chuckled before he grabbed the duvet and brought it up to your heads, hiding your bodies and your giggling noises underneath it.
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charlottemount · 2 years
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MORNING ROUTINE & FILM CAM — Rúben Dias
summary: just imagines that you capture every moment of ruben with your film camera 💗
warning: english is not my first language and repost with credit! thank you!
y/n pov
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natwrites08 · 6 months
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Weakest and Proudest Moments
(Ruben x FemReader)
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Summary: His chaotic Schedule and his stress, causes him to snap and now his son is scared of him. 
Word Count: 3.1K
Prompt: “I’m not the one you should be apologizing to…”
Warnings: Angst and fluff (he won’t be really mean to his family, just frustrated) 
a/n: After his own goal and all the loses, I bet that he would be kind of moody so that inspired me. Thanks for reading. 
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If there was anything that Ruben hated more in his career it was being told that he had messed up. He was never one to make mistakes because he could easily dodge them, but of course there were mistakes in football and that weekend he had made one or several. 
Own goals were something he hated, yes sometimes they were inevitable, but they were even worse when they led to a loss. Pep was not happy, so he of course was not pleased with being the one that caused him to spiral. 
He always spoke highly of him, applauding his discipline and dedication, but now he would be benched for his performance, something that he deemed unfair because it was just a stupid mistake. 
Not to mention all the pressure of the season with multiple cups and national team duties, he was tired, stressed and moody. 
His family routine was the only way for him to relax and find some peace. However even his chaotic household, the one that brought him so much happiness was now quiet and it was all his fault. 
She watched everything go down, how the ball deflected against his head and she knew that he wouldn’t be happy. So she cleaned before his arrival, a calm atmosphere would hopefully help. 
They’ve been together for five years so she knew him well enough to know that he would not interact or talk about it. Not the day off, but during night time or the next morning he would be an open book. 
He never hid his feelings or pain, but sometimes it took him a while to open up. The toughest part would have to be to calm down his son. Roman was a very calm three year old but the day of his fathers return no matter the game he was excited to talk about everything with him.
So she knew that she would have to talk to him about what happened with his dad. Ruben was overthinking everything because he knew that his family had watched, and his son would be upset or disappointed. 
Their six month old daughter was napping and she was also a calm baby, so she wasn’t really worried about her. They were great parents, so she had no clue what possessed him to take out his anger on their son. 
“Roman come here” he came running just as he heard his mamãe call for him. 
“Yes Ma?” 
“You know how papai scored an own goal?” Her son only nodded his head
“We will not mention it to papai, at least not yet ok?”
“Is he sad?”
“Maybe he is, but we will just give him kisses when he gets here, how does that sound?”
“I can’t wait to see him, I’ve missed him” with little jumps he showed his excitement. 
That next morning he was back in his home. With a quick kiss on the cheeks of both his wife and daughter, he walked up the stairs, a clear sign that he didn’t want to be bothered. 
She heard the excited footsteps of their son, and she knew that he would check their room first, she heard his loud scream, and she thought nothing of it, because again Roman probably wanted a hug or kiss nothing else.
“Papai you’re back!”
“Not so loud Ro, I’m trying to rest” 
“But pa, can I have a kissy?”
“Not right now ok, I’m tired” 
“Can I lay next to you?”
“Roman I said no” that’s when the pout started to form because he had never called him Roman. He was well behaved with the word no, never the ones to spoil their son, so he knew that sometimes things won't be in his favor, but he wasn’t being bad, so he was confused. 
“I just missed you” he should’ve known to calm down, because the slight faltering of his son's voice gave away that he was close to crying. 
“Enough Roman!” He slightly cursed himself, getting ready to get up, to give him a hug and apologize. But before he could do that he heard a little squeaked “sorry” and he only heard the quick patter of his steps going down the steps probably in search of his mum's arms. 
He found a very angry wife, and a crying child, his sobs were not stopping anytime soon. He tried to get closer but he received a warning with just her gaze. So he backed away, he needed to return to his routine, and he noticed how she was in the middle of feeding Ruby.
Grabbing a little bit of strawberry and banana purée, he started to feed his baby. He couldn’t focus on her cuteness because his son was still crying and he couldn’t do anything about it. 
“It’s okay baby, he will apologize ok, but you have to eat”
“I’m not hungry” 
“I made pancakes, like the ones on tv”
“With syrup?”
“Yes and strawberries”
“Can I have a bit of banana with it ma, please?”
“Of course baby sit down ok” she noticed how he was avoiding his dad, Ruben’s eyes were watching him, but he could be stubborn like him, so he had to deal with his personality being passed down to his son. 
“You want breakfast Ruben?” Not amor, or baby or anything so he knew that she was angry as well. 
“Yes amor thank you” she just threw the pancakes randomly and he was met with a messy breakfast. While his son got the most perfect mountain of food. 
He again didn’t want to be the bad cop, but he was drenching his pancakes with syrup, so he reached for the bottle. 
“Too much sugar mate” he had never received such a dirty look from his son. 
“Ma I’m not hungry anymore” 
“Eat Ro, if you want to be strong for football you have to eat, you know the rules of not putting too much syrup” 
“I don’t want to play football I don’t want to be like Rúben” she even dropped her fork and Ruby got startled as well. She saw the hold that he had on his fork and she really wanted to reassure both of them but she didn’t want to intervene. 
“I’m not Rúben to you, I know you’re mad but you have to respect me” his eyebrows were scrunched together to look intimidating, but there was a hint of amusement that he tried to hide, he didn’t want to encourage his behavior.
“That’s your name” he said, as if it was the most obvious thing. 
“Ok baby finish your breakfast, you have to get ready for the day” 
“He called me Roman ma, so I can do the same” 
“You have nursery and papai will take you, so finish breakfast, I don’t want any arguments” the only voices were Ruben’s and Ruby’s, she was babbling and he was pretending to understand everything she was saying. 
She saw her son's attempt of rolling his eyes, because usually he would love and have the attention, so not only was he afraid of his dad, but now he was jealous of his sister. Pushing the plate away he went up the steps, she turned to look at Ruben who’s eyes were already on her. 
“Don’t look at me like that, you got yourself into this situation, he only wanted a kiss Ruben” she made sure that his lunch was packed and that he had dressed himself appropriately. 
“What toy are you taking, the ball?”
“No I’m taking my baby doll ma” she only nodded, he received the doll before his sister was born and now he loves it because he wanted to be a good brother. 
“Good choice baby” 
“Yeah, I’ll tell them about Ruby” 
“That’s good baby, you can be a dad as well when you're older…”
“No ma, because I don’t want to be scary” 
“You won’t baby, Papai is just tired and that’s why he yelled, I’m sure that he will apologize, but quit calling him Rúben, it’s not nice” 
“Ok I will, did you put Baby in my school bag?”
“Yes now let’s go” he was carrying Ruby waiting to switch babies with his wife. But when Roman saw him he immediately asked to be put down, not before placing a kiss on his mum’s cheek. 
“Have a good day, and be nice” he ran to the car and he still patiently waited to be buckled in. Car safety was something that they didn’t let him do by himself. 
“Ready?” He responded with a little hum. 
The whole ride to his nursery was painful, no matter how much he tried to speak, he would be ignored. Bribery was prohibited in their household, but maybe an ice cream date would be ideal for Roman, but when he asked him, he shook his head. 
Roman waited to be unbuckled, he did hold his hand but the moment he saw his teacher he let go, didn’t even say goodbye or even look back. 
Defeated, he drove back home, the second he walked in the door he went in search of his wife’s arms. Finding her breastfeeding interrupted his need for comfort so he settled to just watch. 
“You’re being creepy” 
“Nothing creepy about this” she smiled slightly, which was a step in the right direction. 
“Why do you look sad?”
“He didn’t say goodbye to me, he saw his teacher and he ran to her, didn’t even hug me”
“Rúben to be fair you were really mean to him” 
“I know but I was just angry” 
“You’ve never been angry at us, you look forward to our comfort” 
“Yes but now it was my fault that we lost, my big head is at fault for this” 
“Did you at least say sorry?” He tried to recall if he did, and everyone knew the answer to that, his guilty face gave him away. 
“I’m sorry baby”
“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to…” she was interrupted by a phone call, his son’s teacher.
“It’s Ro’s teacher?” Now they were both worried, she put the phone on speaker so he could hear. 
“Hello Mrs. Dias, Roman was made fun of for bringing his baby doll, and although he has calmed down he is just asking for his dad, is there a possibility that you can pick him up? We usually handle situations like this, but he seems to be in a lot of distress and it’s better for him to be at home than with us. We have talked to the kids that laughed and we can assure you that it won’t happen again”
“Thanks Miss. Hailey, my husband will go pick him up if that’s ok?”
“Of course he will be in the front office, he is with our assistant teacher, I’m sorry for the inconvenience but to be clear he was very proud of holding that baby, so I’m not sure what caused him to cry?”
“I’ll make sure to speak with him about this, thanks again bye” with a bye from his teacher she knew that he was just sad about Ruben. Roman would never cared about toys, he had what were considered boy toys but also a little kitchen set and the baby, why not teach your kids to be involved in the real world. 
She wasn’t surprised when Rúben had the idea to buy him a baby doll as well as accessories like a tiny crib and stroller. He was a very hands-on dad and husband and he probably wanted to raise a child that was aware of the importance of family. 
“He didn’t take the football?”
“He was angry at you, so he took his other favorite toy” 
“You know what, it’s all the parents fault, what three year old would care about a doll?” 
“Rúben I’m glad that your very passionate about this topic but your baby wants to see you and please say sorry” 
“I love you amor, and also can I take him to get ice cream?”
“You already know my answer, so go, love you” with a quick peck he left.
He not only put his child in distress but he also didn’t apologize to him. They were raising him to be very polite and respectful and here he was being a complete hypocrite. 
The moment Roman saw him, he ran straight to his arms, hiding his face in between his neck. He was still crying and he couldn’t say anything because there were people looking at him. So with a kind thanks to his teacher, he signed him out and they made their way to the car.
“What’s wrong baby, do you want to tell Papai what happened?” They always made sure to give their child a voice, explain his feelings and emotions, to be heard. 
“They were mean pa, about the doll for show and tell”  
“ Did that make you sad?” He shook his head, and he had to stop the tears from falling, because his child had a hint of anger. 
“No, I got mad and cried” like his father, he cried when he was angry, something to control the anger and in Ruben’s eyes it made him weak, if he didn’t cry he got quiet, and he really wanted his child to learn to be vulnerable, it was essential for open communication. 
“Why did you get angry then?” 
“I don’t know papai, I was angry at you” 
“I’m sorry baby, about the yelling, I was angry at myself and I needed a bit of time alone…”
“Why?”
“Because of the own goal, it was my fault”
“Ma told me to not say anything because you would be sad”
“I am sad Ro, we lost and it was my fault”
“No Papai, no one did a goal” and he smiled softly because he knew that it was everyone’s fault, they defended horribly and they were desperate which led to the own goal. 
“You’re right, no one scored a goal, I shouldn’t have been so angry, huh” 
“No papai” 
“I’m sorry again Ro, do you forgive me?”
“Yes Papai, because I know that when I’m sad I cry and yell at you and ma, like today” giving him a tickle on his cheek caused a little giggle, finally getting him to smile. 
“You want ice cream?” 
“You let me get ice cream?”
“I will let you have ice cream, I’ll even have ice cream for myself”
“You will? You need it papai” 
“Yeah, why?” 
“Because you’re sad” 
“Not anymore baby, you make me really happy” he saw through the rear view mirror how he smiled, content with his dad’s reassurance. 
They did enjoy the rest of the day, they were able to enjoy the ice cream and talk about nothing really, after all he was three. During bedtime, he was able to give him all the kisses that were denied in the morning and finally he could go in search of the comfort of his family, because she was right, you never have to take your anger out on people that don’t deserve it, especially your family. 
“Rúben are you coming to bed?” 
“Why are you calling me that?”
“That’s your name, is it not?” She rolled her eyes in a jokingly fashion. 
“Is this where he got it from?”He had a soft smile, happy that they could banter about their situation. Yes his behavior was harmful, but he learned from it which is the most important thing. He never meant to yell, at the time his head was pounding and nasty thoughts were invading his heart. 
“Maybe he did get my attitude, but he’s just as stubborn as his papai” 
“True, he told me that he was angry, at me, but also at his peers. I reassured him that my behavior would never happen again, and I can promise you amor that I will not be frustrated by the time I get home” 
“It’s ok to be frustrated sometimes, I often try to be stern with him, so I do understand that you can be overwhelmed with all the noise.”
“You do?”
“Of course, imagine a crying baby and a loud and excited toddler, all my senses become overstimulated. I do sometimes just need a bit of alone time.”
“Is this when you call me?” She nodded
“I know that you will always be there for me, that you will understand my feelings and tell me that regardless I’m a good mother, and a raise of your voice will not change how much you love him.” 
“I know that, I just don’t want him to think that I’m mean or that me yelling will be a way to discipline him” 
“I’m sure you told him your reason for yelling…”
“I told him that I was sad, but that regardless he makes me happy” 
“There you go, he doesn’t doubt the love you have for him, and he understands how emotions work”
“Yeah he is smart because he told me that he also yells and cries when he is sad, like the incident at school” 
“We’re raising him to be honest with us, he knows that he can count on us because we will always listen and make sure that he is safe and happy” 
“I love you so much amor, I would be so clueless without you 
“I know you would…” they laughed softly, giving him a tiny kiss on the lips. “…I love you too” 
“Let’s go to bed” 
“By the way you looked really hot, when you got angry on the pitch” he had a slight smirk, but he still shook his head, like he couldn’t believe what she said. 
“I appreciate the compliment amor, but I will not be scoring another own goal just because you find me hot”
“You don’t have to score an own goal, just get angry” 
“And get sent off, you’re unbelievable” 
“What! It’s the same thing you feel when I give you that stern warning with my face”
“I guess you’re right, I’ll try to get a bit angry, I’ll do anything for you” she had a satisfied smile and he started to approach her, but she dodged his lips. 
“Perfect, now let’s go to bed because I’m exhausted” 
“You’re a tease, you know that?”
“I know, but you need to rest…and next time you’re angry get angry with me” he saw her sneaky wink, but she was right, he was too tired and still a bit disappointed with himself, but sleep will bring the old Ruben back, he had no doubt about that. 
“See, you’re unbelievable amor” 
Their night ended with a simple cuddle, they were way too tired, the frustrations and sadness of the day finally caught on to them. He realized that if you raise your children to understand simple emotions then they will be more compassionate. They will understand that people get frustrated and sad, but that they always have to apologize, if they are hurtful. He was glad that he had a compassionate family who would always be there for him, in his weakest and proudest moments. 
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a/n: Thanks for reading, the second part of the series is coming to an end, the last story will be for Trent. Should be done next week. I still have to finish the Mason request (should be posted October 18) and also the Pedri one(I’m still planning all the drama); I only have two requests, so I’m taking my time writing them, but they will be done like usual- Lots of love and thanks for understanding, Nat ❤️
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9 am — RD
SUMMARY: the morning after…
WARNINGS: smut, nsfw content, angsty
Part 1
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“Mommy?” You were woken up by the sound of your daughter’s voice. You stirred awake and opened your eyes. Francisca stood by your bed with her hair all ruffled and her little frog pet in her arms. Your lips curved into a smile and you sat up, patting the space between your legs but she shook her head.
“Daddy told me to wake you up: breakfast is ready.” She brought the message and then took your hand so you’d follow her. You frowned in confusion. Then you slowly remembered the events of the night before: Rúben calling you, him coming over and then sleeping here. You sighed, knowing you were going to deal with a conversation you had been avoiding for a while. You walked in the kitchen and spotted Rúben pouring you a cup of coffee in a pair of his old Manchester City shorts— which had remained at your house after the breakup— and no shirt.
“Good morning. I’m sorry for waking you up so early but she really wanted us to have breakfast all together.” The Portuguese apologized as you sat on the kitchen stool in front of him. You shrugged your shoulders. Usually you didn’t like talking too much in the morning before having had your coffee and Rúben knew it so he didn’t say anything else until you initiated the conversation.
“These are really good…” you commented as you took another bite of the pancakes. Rúben was used to cooking himself most meals because of his diet so he knew how to make you some delicious plates. Francisca ate all her breakfast and drank her milk as she made small conversation with her dad, mixing English with Portuguese. You didn’t even have to discuss with Rúben about her being bilingual when she was first born. You thought it was very precious and rare to be able to have two parents coming from different countries so why not teach her both languages?
“Não, I don’t like o café. Mamãe let me drink it mas eu não gosto.” You caught onto whatever they were discussing but you didn’t interfere. You kelt thinking about what you’d have had to do throughout the day and you knew at the top of the list there was talking to Rúben, who was currently putting their plates and mugs in the sink and telling your daughter to go get dressed for school. You sat there for a bit longer, watching as he washed the dishes. More precisely you were staring at his muscled back but he didn’t need to know.
“I can drive her to school. I don’t have my car but I can drive your so when I’m back we can talk.” He asked even though it was more like a statement. You nodded and handed him your cup. He knew you weren’t a fan of washing the dishes and that was why you got a dishwasher but he felt obliged to at least get this task done after having slept over. You agreed to his plan and got ready for later as Rúben got Francisca ready for school. It was Friday and you were lucky you had asked for the day off.
“What am I going to do?” You asked yourself as you made the bed and put the dirty laundry in the washing machine. You were feeling a bit nervous to be fair, you couldn’t remember the last time you had felt so anxious in the last five months. A part of you wanted to postpone and avoid this conversation as much as possible but another part of you just wanted to get it over with. You couldn’t manage to calm down even under the shower. So you tried to put on some music to distract yourself.
“You’ve got this.” You told looking at yourself in the mirror. You pretended to not have picked out a precise outfit for the occasion. Nothing too fancy obviously, just a top and some shorts but you knew Rúben had always had a soft spot for your cleavage. You sighed and went through your clothes all over again. What were you doing? You were supposed to talk and not trying to fuck him. Before you could find anything better the doorbell rang. You gulped and walked to the front door.
“Sorry, she didn’t want to let go of me.” Rúben chuckled scratching the back of his head. You smiled at him softly and let him in. You knew Francisca missed having her father around but Rúben tried his best to be as much present as possible in her life. The Portuguese stepped inside and followed you to your little backyard.
“You keep this so clean all by yourself? I’m impressed.” Rúben looked at your backyard. He knew you weren’t a fan of cutting the grass so he used to be the one taking care of it.
“I wish. Jamie, the neighbor, helps me out every now and then.” You admitted shamefully. You liked to think you were pretty independent, but when it came to the backyard you’d rather pay someone else to do it for you. Rúben nodded and fought the urge to roll his eyes. Even when he lived here with you he couldn’t stand that man. He’d always find a way to hit on you, but only when he wasn’t around because Jamie knew he could take him any day. Plus he also didn’t stand a chance with you. Still it annoyed him to know he kept trying to get in your pants.
“So about last night…” you started off and stopped to look at him. You were both sitting outside on the bench where you used to lay your head on his lap and listen to him talk about his day. You remembered those days like it was yesterday. It always made you feel better to be around him. It gave you a sense of tranquility and peace.
“Yea, I am sorry for how things went down.” He apologized. Rúben could see on your face how tired and sleep deprived you were and it only made him feel even more guilty. He was never one to take things lightly or not think through his decisions. But when it came to you, well he was a mess. He couldn’t think straight and he was more likely to do stupid things.
“It’s okay. Listen— you sighed, not sure how to phrase your thoughts— I have feelings for you, Rubs. I have never stopped having them but… It’s just I don’t want to take risks. I am not able to let myself loose. I— It’s just that we- Fuck why is this so hard?” You nervously giggled and looked at him. Rúben had a soft smile on his face. You expected him to be upset but he seemed calm, which represented his personality quite well. You knew you weren’t giving him the answer he wanted but he waited for you to finish anyway.
“It’s just— We broke up for specific reasons, because there was no solution to the problems we had. So I don’t see how things would work out right now if nothing has changed.” You explained and he nodded. He had a strict schedule, you worked all week. He wasn’t available most weekend’s, you wanted to make small trip around the country for the end of the week to show Cisca the world. He was very calm, you liked confrontation. Whenever he had a day off at work you’d be working. Mainly it was all about work but you also started to fight a lot in the last months together.
“Do you love me, y/n?” He asked you looking straight into your eyes. You gulped and hesitated to answer. Did you love him? Yes, you did. But was it the right thing? You weren’t so sure. Rúben waited patiently for your answer. Was it right to love someone who wasn’t really there most of the time? Was it right to love someone whose life was different from yours? Was it right to love someone whose lifestyle took a tool on your mental health? Was it right to love someone like him? Maybe yes, but was it right to give the two of you another chance? Maybe not.
Before you could answer you heard someone ringing your bell. You stood up and walked back inside. Who could it possibly be? Your question was soon answered as you opened the front door: Jamie stood right in front of you with a big smile on his lips. You reciprocated the grin and waited for him to say something.
“Hi, you left this at my house. Thought I’d give it back.” Your neighbor handed you your top.
“Thank you, I was wondering where it had gone.” You joked and folded the item. Meanwhile Rúben had joined you three and even if you couldn’t see him, you had seen the look on Jamie’s face change when he approached you. Rúben furrowed his brows as he wondered why he’d have your white top in his house.
“Rúben. Didn’t know you were back.” He spoke trying to sound polite but you knew he wasn’t Rúben’s biggest fan. He also supported Manchester United which made it all more ironic. Rúben looked at the top then at him.
“Nice to see you too, Jamie.” He simply stated wanting to end this interaction as soon as possible. You thanked your neighbor again and closed the door, last thing you wanted was the two of them to fight— well you mainly didn’t want to see Jamie getting beaten up by Rúben.
“Why did he have that?” He asked. Not even bothering to think that it was indeed none of his business. You sighed and walked towards your room to put the item in its place. Rúben followed you, clearly not in the mood to drop the topic.
“I went over last week to have a drink and he lended me a shirt of his because I spilt wine all over mine.” Which was the truth but to Rúben it felt as if you had just admitted to having committed a crime. The Portuguese clenched his jaw and tried to bite his tongue, he wanted to count to ten but he knew it wasn’t going to work. He didn’t expect you to stop living life at its fullest for him but Jamie? Oh he despised that guy.
“That’s it?” He asked implying more than he could allow himself to ask. You cocked one eyebrow and stared at him. Was he really going to play that game?
“If you want to ask me something then just say it, Rúben.” He sassily replied. This was the perfect example of why you ended up in this situation. Rúben wasn’t the jealous type but he could lose it for dumb reasons and you hated how passive aggressive he could get in these situations. He sighed and fought the urge to roll his eyes. You knew what he meant but you still were going to make him say it.
“You know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t.” You stated firmly. He didn’t get to be all jealous over nothing especially after having been broken up for months.
“Did you sleep with him?” He asked without further wordplays. You chuckled dryly. You really couldn’t believe him. After all this time he still had to ask these questions. You dismissed him with a warning look.
“Answer me.” He added. You scoffed in disbelief. He wasn’t your boyfriend, he wasn’t anyone so he had no right to ask you such questions. His eyes were trying to find an answer just by looking at you but he didn’t want to assume.
“Or what? You’re not my boyfriend, Rúben.” You were harsh considering the events of the past twelve hours but he had no right to ask things like this, openly judging you. He was now the one scoffing.
“You’re unbelievable. You fucked him, didn’t you?” He insisted which only infuriated you more. He woke you up in the middle of the night, made you question the decisions you had made for the past six months, then he showed up unannounced in your house and now he was accusing you of sleeping with your neighbor as if he had any right to talk to you like this.
“So you want to tell me that you’ve been a pure little angel in the last six months, Rúben? You want to play this game? Grow up.” You wanted to be the bigger person but you really couldn’t when he pushed all your buttons. He glared at you, it didn’t feel good to be accused of something he didn’t do, did it?
“I have, but even if I had slept with someone it definitely wouldn’t be someone you hated.” He tried to defend himself. You wanted to smack him for being so stupid. He could become really stubborn and irrational sometimes.
“Either way I don’t owe you an explanation. Maybe I fucked him, maybe I didn’t. Who knows?” At this point you were just teasing him, messing with his head and Rúben fell for it. He took a step forward, towering over you but you weren’t afraid, you could handle him better than he could do with you. Few people could put him back in his place and you were at the top of that list.
“Maybe I sucked his cock, maybe I let him fuck him right on this bed, maybe I came so hard I had to throw away the sheets, maybe he fucked me better than you could ever even imagine.” You crossed that line. You could almost see fume coming out of his nostrils as he stared down at you. Rúben wasn’t angry, oh he was pissed beyond belief. The mere thought of him touching you in your bed had him imagining Jamie getting beheaded. The tension was so obvious you could cut it with a knife. You wanted to see him crack so he did.
“What? You don’t like it? You don’t like to think of me taking someone else’s cock better than yours?” Rúben bit the inside of his cheek so hard he’d eventually taste the blood. His silence was your favorite answer.
“Think about your words before saying bullshit.” You ended the argument as you walked past him but he was quick at taking ahold of your wrist and pulling you back. Your chests were pressed against each other and you could feel his breath fan over your face.
“I don’t care if you fucked him or if you fucked the whole neighborhood. You know why? Because I know you and I know that every time your pretty little pussy takes another man’s cock, you always think about mine, anjo.” He stated through gritted teeth and before you could answer— because he knew you’d have a sassy reply— he pressed his lips against yours. He was tired of waiting for the perfect moment, for the perfect answer, for the perfect relationship. He wanted you. You let his tongue slip in your mouth as your arms wrapped themselves around his neck. The kiss was heated and sensual. You began to push him backwards until he fell on the bed. Rúben stared up at you, his hands immediately resting on your waist as you straddled his lap. If there was one thing you and Rúben would have always agreed on was sex.
“You have some real nerves to come and tell me who I can and cannot fuck. Guess you need to be reminded that I do not belong to you, Rubs.” Even though Rúben was someone who enjoyed having control in each and every circumstance, he also liked to be put in his place by you. The Portuguese looked at you with doe eyes, waiting for your next move. Your thumb brushed against his bottom lip and caressed his beard. Having him at your mercy was something you had missed for the past months.
“Y/n…” he called your name with a pleading look in his eyes. You smirked and kissed him again, this time you had the lead. Rúben felt like he had been starving for all his life and was now allowed to eat for the first time. His hands touched every bit of your skin they could reach, quickly getting rid of your shirt. His mouth soon left yours to kiss your breasts as you unconsciously ground your hips against his.
“Rubs…” you whimpered out loud. This was when you got along well the most. The Portuguese kissed his way back to your lips as you melted in his arms. It felt right and wrong at the same time, like you were supposed to be there and far away simultaneously. Rúben’s hands started fidgeting with your shorts as well, waiting for you to make the move.
“You can’t control me, Rubs.” You pointed out the obvious just to piss him off. Rúben was never a possessive person, he gave you your space and his trust. But imagining you with that twat had him losing his mind in a matter of seconds. He grunted against your lips, clearly annoyed by your words which only amused you.
“Shut up…” he mumbled as you freed him of his shirt and pants. He could feel blood flood towards his cock as you ground your hips against his. He had missed this feeling, this sensation: he had missed you.
“Jealousy suits you well…” you teased as he laid on his back. Rúben gave you a warning look before his lips found yours again. It was messy, needy, hot. You whimpered in his mouth when his hands squeezed the flesh of your bum. No other man had ever touched you the way he did and it scared you to think that no one could ever make you feel better than him. But you knew it was just an irrational thought led by fear.
“Are you gonna sit pretty on my cock? Ride it well just like you always do, amor?” He whispered against your ear as you tried to push down his underwear. You nodded, lip trapped between your teeth. Rúben’s cock was hard and leaking when you took it into your hand. The Portuguese watched you intently. He doubted there was anything else on earth that could turn him on even more than the one in front of him. You hovered over his length but before you could sit back down he caught your lips with another kiss.
“Fuck…” you hissed, having missed the feeling of his cock stretching you out. Rúben groaned as you squeezed him perfectly. Maybe it was inconsiderate of you to fuck your ex after months of having stayed away from each other for the sake of your daughter. Maybe you should’ve just turned him down. Maybe you should have never answered his call. But the sound of your bed squeaking, of his cock filling you up, of your walls wrapping around him so tightly you couldn’t really think about anything else.
“Tão bonita… Fuck, you take me so good.” He grunted, your walls clenching at the praising. You couldn’t even try to focus on kissing him as you ground your hips. Rúben bit down his bottom lip as he watched you ride him. He liked being in control but fuck did he like to give it all to you whenever you were on top of him.
“Fuck, Rubs… Yes, right there.” You cried out as he bucked his hips up. You almost collapsed on top of him due to the unexpectedness of his action. Your mouth was right next to his ear as you let out the most unholy and dirty sounds Rúben had ever heard in his life. It only spurred him on. Your hand cupped his cheek as you moved back to kiss him again.
“Amor…” he could only manage to mumble this as you sat straight, sinking down on his cock. You swayed your hips back and forth, let his length get deeper and deeper and watched him react to it. His hair was ruffled and his eyes were blown out, his lips wet and plump.
“Are you going to cum for me, Rubs? Going to fill me up just like you used to? Are you going to give it to me, baby?” You teased him, your nails caressing his exposed chest. Rúben nodded at loss of words. He could feel himself teetering closer to his release as you dirty talked to him. Your movements were slow but hit the right spot. Rúben was enamored with the way your pussy swallowed him all, with how you played with your breasts putting on a nice show for him. He didn’t know what good action he had made but he was thanking every God in the sky for this.
“C’mon, Rubs… Give it to me, I want it. I need it, Rubs.” He could only grunt and close his eyes, his cock twitching in your folds. You let out a breathy giggle at his reaction. You knew you were teasing him and that he was struggling to hold back. He had always been too much of a gentleman to cum first but he was starting to think he might have to break that rule soon.
“Dios… I love you…” he moaned as he came undone. You came right after him, collapsing on top of his body. Rúben wrapped his arms around you and held you close as you stayed silent and recovered from your orgasms. Due to the lack of sleep you quickly fell asleep in his arms, your eyelids to heavy to try and keep them open.
When you woke up two hours later you needed a few minutes to realize where you were and who you were with. Rúben was looking at you. You smiled at him and yawned. You wondered how long he had been awake and staring at you. The Portuguese caressed your back gently, kissing the top of your head.
“Slept well?” He ironically asked. You nodded and rested your head on his arm as he cuddled with you. In that moment you didn’t have it in you to push him away, to try and reason. You couldn’t deprive yourself of someone who made you this happy. You wanted to be selfish.
“You’re cute when you sleep. I think you drooled over the bed too.” He teased you and you pinched his hip. Rúben chuckled loudly and held you closer to him. You could stay like this forever. It felt right, it felt as if you were exactly where you needed to be.
“You’re an asshole…” you complained, but Rúben didn’t take any offense. In fact, he pecked your forehead and gave you a sweet smile. There was something in his eyes that made you frown.
“Listen… I’m sorry about earlier. I had no right to be jealous or tell you what you can or cannot do. It’s none of my business.” He apologized. You appreciated his words and by the looks of it he appeared to be sincere. Rúben had never been possessive and never did he intend to become that type of boyfriend.
“Thank you for apologizing.” you stopped and looked at him: Rúben’s gaze was so soft and loving it almost made your heart burst with joy. It had been awhile since he had looked at you that way and it was safe to say you had missed it very much.
“Rubs… I want to try again.” You said so lowly that he wasn’t even sure he had heard you correctly. But by the smile on your face he could tell that it was true: you were giving you two another chance. The Portuguese’s smile only widened and he pulled you in for a kiss. You giggled as he pressed little kisses all over your face.
“Te amo” he kept repeating as he kissed your face. Your giggles turned into laughter and you couldn’t help but notice that your heart felt lighter. It may not be the best choice but it did feel right to you.
“I love you too.” You admitted when he finally pulled away. You simply stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, letting the silence speak for the two of you. Then you heard your phone ring and dread washed over you.
“Fuck, we need to pick up Cisca.” Rúben bursted into laughter and watched you panic and look for clothes around the room. Some things never changed and he was more than okay with it: maybe some things were worth a second shot…
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Ruben Dias x Fem!Reader
Warnings: ruben and reader have a kid! (he's 5), boy dad!ruben, most of the man city squad is in this (kalvin too even tho he's not here anymore lol), mr pep makes an appearance, birthday surprises (yes I know ruben's birthday isn't until may lol), sweetness all around, reader and the guys have a good relationship, one big family vibes.
Word Count: 1.9k
Author's Note: is it really a big shock that this one is for @themandaloriansdiaries - I only ever write ruben when she asks lmaooo.
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"Mama! Come on!" Chris, your son, tugged on your hand as you carried the bags.
Ruben's birthday was today and the two of you had gotten up to wish him happy birthday before he left, even making sure to make birthday pancakes - Chris's request, despite it being his father's birthday.
Your husband had gone in for training today and he wasn't aware that the two of you were coming with a special surprise for him. Once you're checked in at the front, Chris makes a beeline for the stairs, running up and straight to the office of none other than Pep.
You didn't get a chance to stop him before he opened the door, not bothering to knock as he knew he had Mr. Pep - his nickname for the man- wrapped around his finger.
"Chris!" The man smiled when he saw the little brown-haired boy running into his office. He picks him up, giving him a good squeeze before putting him down.
"Hi Mr. Pep! Do you have any candy?" The boy looks around, peeking into a bowl on the desk. "Check the drawer, kid." He retells him, walking over to hug you hello.
Chris had made himself comfortable in Pep's chair, munching on a Kit Kat while spinning around.
Pep's hand rests on your arm, smiling at you. "What brings you two in today?"
"Just setting up a few things for Ruben's birthday. Chris wanted to celebrate with him and the guys."
"Oh," Pep nods. "Do you need help? Do you want me to get some of the stuff to help you?"
"No no, that's okay. Don't disturb them, it's just hanging up a few balloons and a banner Chris made, we got it. Right buddy?"
Chris nods, giving you a thumbs up with sticky, chocolate covered fingers.
Pep laughs, walking over to wipe Chris's hands with a tissue. "Okay, let me know if you need anything."
You and Chris were off to the cafeteria, taking the long way around as you knew Ruben would be in the gym right now. Chris sits himself down by the window, looking out in the pitch as you unpack the stuff from the bags, passing the balloons to him to start blowing them up; it would keep him occupied for long enough that you could set up whatever else you needed too.
As you tried to unravel the banner Chris was making at home, you heard footsteps behind you and Chris got up, running over to whoever was over there. You turn to see John, balancing the cake in one hand and rubbing Chris's brown hair with the other hand.
"Hi uncle Johnny!" Chris smiled at the man, John smiled back at him. "Hi buddy, how are you?"
"Good! It's daddy's birthday today!"
John nods, "I know, I got the cake, see?" He bends down to show Chris the cake before taking it into the kitchen to put it in the fridge so it doesn't melt.
"Thank you for picking it up," you tell him when he comes back, Chris holding his hand and bringing him over to the table where he was sitting.
"Anytime."
"Help me blow up balloons, uncle Johnny!" Chris passes him a handful of balloons, sitting on his chair as he starts on his own.
Despite having to get to the gym, John sat with Chris and blew up all of the balloons. For every 6 balloons John blew up, Chris blew one. The boy passed the slobbered covered balloon to his uncle who happily tied it; even if he had to wipe his fingers off on his pants after each one.
Once they're done, John gets up. "I have to get to training, buddy. I'll be back at lunch time and I'll bring your dad with me, okay?"
"Okay!" Chris gave John a five high before turning his attention back to the balloons. You wave John off as you start to attempt to bundle the balloons together.
"Baby, why don't you finish up on your banner for daddy? The crayons are in the green bag over there." You nod towards the bag on the chair, Chris nods and walks over to get the crayons before sitting where you had spread out the banner.
You managed to get a few balloons bundled together before you started on the arch, your back was turned to the doorway and you hadn't heard anyone come in.
Kyle had seen Chris about to get up and signalled for him to stay sitting and to be quiet, pointing to you and motioning surprise with his hands. Chris got the just of it and nodded, his little hand covering his mouth to stop him from giggling.
The cold fingers pinch your shoulders, causing you to jump. "What the f- fudge!" You stopped mid swear, shouting before turning to see who it was. Both Kyle and Chris were giggling now, you smacked Kyle on the head with a balloon.
"You're so annoying, Kyle." Groaning, you turn your attention back to the balloon arch you were assembling. The man ignores your comment, making his way over to Chris at the table.
His arms on either side of Chris's chair as he stands behind him, his chin on the boy's head. "Whatcha working on, bud?"
"A banner for daddy! Look how cool my football is," he points towards the football he had drawn in the corner.
"That's really good, I couldn't even draw a circle." He laughed. "Who are these guys?" Kyle asks him, pointing out the few guys Chris had drawn around the ball.
"Well this one is Eddie," he points to the man by the net, wearing bright green. "This one is daddy, uncle Jack, uncle Johnny and this one is you, uncle walks." He points to the one on the left.
Kyle stifles a laugh. "Chris, why is my head so big?"
"Because mama said you have a big head." Chris shrugs, going back to working on his drawings.
The man looks over at you with a raised eyebrow, and you shrug just as Chris did. "It's true, now come be useful and hold this." You stuck the end of the arch out to Kyle, the man coming over to hold it as you filled in the extra balloons that needed to fit in.
He helps you get it up and over the window, along with the streamers before you thank him and climb down from the chair. When you turned around, you found more of the guys had come in as it was pretty close to lunch time.
Jack was sitting with Chris, the two of them chatting about some cartoon they both watch when Jack comes over while Kalvin helped to colour in the letters that Chris had traced.
Everything was coming together, all that needed to be done was put the banner up and get the cake out from the fridge. Erling had come in with Kevin and Kevin offered himself to get the cake as he knew Erling and Jack would probably start bickering about something as soon as he saw the taller man make a bee line for his friend.
Ederson and Stefan were the next two that came in. Erling and Stefan hung the banner up, Jack handing pieces of tape to Chris to stick on the banner. Ederson had Chris up on his shoulders so he could reach it and Rodri gave them thumbs up of approval, letting them know that the banner was hung straight.
Kevin sets the cake on the table, taking it out of the box while you search for the candles in the bag. "Oh crap, I forgot the candles at home."
"I think we have some from John and Kyle's birthday last week," Nathan tells you, walking over to the cabinet to search for them. He returns a moment later with a half pack of candles and a lighter.
Chris helps Nathan stick the candles into the cake; all 27 which is how old he was turning this year.
Everything was set, the rest of the players had come in and even pep had made his way down for the little celebration. All of you were by the window, waiting until you heard someone coming to light the candles.
The big banner above you read happy birthday daddy! in several different coloured crayons, all coloured in and out of the lines - depended on who coloured it.
You look at Chris, fixing his shirt as Ederson held him and you made sure he looked okay. You brushed away the cookie crumbs from earlier before looking around to make sure everyone was there. Jack, who was beside you, also had the same cookie crumbs on his shirt and you brushed those off too.
The sound of John's laughter came from the hallway, followed by the clicking of Bernardo's slides as he never wore them properly. That meant Ruben would be right behind them.
"What are you recording for?" You hear your husband's voice, one of his friend's had their phone out as they were coming in.
Bernardo and John push the double doors open, John stepping into the room to catch Ruben's reaction.
"Surprise!" Everyone shouts, the boys cheering, clapping and whistling for their friend.
Ruben stood there shocked, taking it all in. The handmade banner, streamers, balloons, the cake, all his teammates and most importantly, his wife and his son.
Ederson put Chris down, the little boy running to his dad who picks him up. "Do you like it?!" Chris practically shouts in his dad's ear. Ruben chuckles, nodding. "I love it, Chris. Thank you."
He gives him a hug, putting him down. "Do you like the banner? And the colours I picked?"
"You used all my favourites." He ruffles Chris's fluffy brown hair, identical to his own. Chris clapped, grinning at his father as he ran over to Jack. "Told you!" You hear Chris tell Jack, the two of them laughing.
You walk over to your husband, hugging him. "Surprise, baby."
Ruben kisses your head, "thank you, babe. You didn't have to do all this, you know."
"I know," you say. "I had some help." You nodded towards his teammates behind you.
Ruben leans down to kiss you, his hand on your jaw as he does. "Okay okay, break it up." Kevin calls for you two, "the candles are gonna melt."
You hold Ruben's hand, bringing him over to the table with the cake, Chris standing on the chair on the left to his dad and you're tucked under Ruben's arm on the right. All of his teammates on the other side of the table, John was still recording as Jack started the horribly off key rendition of happy birthday, which was being sung in at least 5 different languages at the moment.
Ruben pulls you and Chris with him, blowing out all 27 candles on the cake. "Happy birthday, babe." You kisses his cheek, Chris swiping some frosting and rubbing it on the other side of his dad's face.
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leviscolwill · 5 months
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rúben blurb — #1
you can all thank dilara for rotting my brain with dad!ruben thoughts, also i think this singlehandedly cured my parents issues
you hated loosing your patience with your daughter, but tatiana drawing on her bedroom wall was your last straw after a long day of terrible news. you always felt awful for screaming at her, especially after the big brown eyes she got from her father welled up with tears.
you let her stay with rúben while you tried to distract yourself with grocery shopping. when you opened your front door still guilty about the whole screaming fit, your house was nothing like when you left it. it was now filled with laughter and a divine smell was luring you to the kitchen. but before you could take a step inside and find out the object of your craving, rúben's tall figure blocked the entry.
“no, no. you take a seat, i have a special chef cooking something for you.” he added a little wink, a silent ‘don't worry, i got this’. you sat down waiting for your little surprise, that revealed itself soon enough, in the shape of a lovely 6 year old girl covered in flour, her tiny hands full of a big plate of pancakes.
“i'm sorry mommy, i didn't want to make you mad.” her little voice, made you forget about every other trivial matters of today. you immediately took tati on your lap, and stroked her hair.
“i wasn't mad at you meu anjo (my angel), mommy just had a bad day. i shouldn't have screamed at you, i'm sorry tati.” you covered your daughter's face and hair of little kisses when rúben joined you two and placed a kiss on both your heads, before taking a seat next to you.
“did you cook these by yourself baby?” you asked to your daughter pointing at the perfect pancakes, she laughed a bit and shook her head.
“no daddy helped me, but i cracked the eggs myself!”
“did you now? i'm so proud of you my little chef, you might have to replace daddy soon.” you knew tatiana was over the moon with the little tasks that were handed to her, and you took the opportunity to tease your husband as well.
his large, flour covered, hand, squeezed your cheeks together, “i'll always be my girls' chef, but i can take a little rat under my hat.”
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nosugarallspice · 7 months
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Can you write about Ruben Dias praising you while you give him a blowjob? 🙏
This hits 🤭
Minors DNI!!
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“You’re doing so good, baby.” Ruben moaned, his hand resting on the back of your head, pushing you down to take more of him in your mouth.
The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, causing a gag to escape you, sending vibrations against him.
“Fuck, you take me so well.” The praise hit you straight in the core. You squeezed your thighs together. You stared up at him, his pretty brown eyes staring back at you.
“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” He thrusted up, another gag escaped you. “Good girl.” You continued your movements, your hand reaching down to massage his balls.
You felt his cock twitch- which only meant one thing, his release was near. You hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head faster.
His head fell back against the couch cushion, groans leaving his lips. You didn’t stop until you felt the warmth of his cum on your tongue, swallowing every last bit.
He pulled you up from the floor. “You’re too good to me.” He smiled before kissing you.
“I know.” You smiled
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lilirari · 4 months
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𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⊹ ( ⚽ ) . . . FAKE TEXTS ² !
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ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ꩜⋆ jack's back with his cinderella dilemma and it just keeps on getting worse. i need mason to listen to nwjns fr. i miss gavi sm :( the emojis in frenkie's contact name literally represents me when him fr. ok anyways enjoy ! oh & requests for fake texts are open :p love u all mwah <3
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zoyasribbon · 5 months
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DOMESTIC DELIGHTS — r. dias
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ೃ࿐ summary : The moments spent with your family, they are the most precious in your life, a pure delight that bring solace to your soul. And on this specific Sunday afternoon, this one, you are poised to savor every bit of it.
ೃ࿐ words : 0,7k.
ೃ࿐ genre : mature. fluff. suggestive.
ೃ࿐ warning : cute daughter-father moments, sexual tension.
ೃ࿐ author's note : Despite my deep disdain for Man City (while I do acknowledge Pep's genius football philosophy), I must confess—I find myself particularly attracted to some players... and a certain 6’2 Portuguese center-back has managed to steal my heart. Ugh, what can I sayyyyy, what can I sayyyyy.
You were drawn by the soft, deep chuckles emitted by your husband, guiding you towards the entrance of the living room, where you discreetly pushed the door ajar. 
There he was.
Rúben. 
Dressed in his black Puma sweatpants and a simple, white undershirt, he was doing push-ups with your little daughter perched on his broad, muscular back. Her cheerful, high-pitched voice counted his progress as he effortlessly raised and lowered his body multiple times. You observed them tenderly: the pure joy and trust of your child blending with Rúben's extraordinary strength and patience. Home.
If he noticed you leaning against the doorframe, he said nothing... and you couldn’t help but admire his new three-day stubble beard, a bit more developed than usual, complementing his charming face. 
Suddenly, he twisted to one side, landing on the floor while effortlessly lifting your excited little girl with his sturdy arms before gently placing her on his firm stomach. A timid chuckle escaped your lips at this heartwarming sight. But this gesture didn't deter him from maintaining a somewhat intense gaze that met yours, igniting a fire within you.
"Go play in the garden, princesa. I'll do a few more and then join you," he murmured, planting a tender kiss on her forehead. As his words prompted her to dash out of the room, flashing you a mischievous smile in passing, the room fell into an almost oppressive silence. Only Rúben's erratic breathing and the sudden accelerated beats of your heart seemed to animate the space. 
He eventually raised himself from the floor, taking his sweet time to stand, his brown eyes never leaving your burning gaze for a second. 
Rúben's smile took on a different shade as he crossed the room to approach you, leaving only a few brief inches between you. His arms, marked by the effort, found support on the wooden doorframe, not far from your head, asserting his dominance in height. 
In the depth of his gaze, you discerned the glint of a tantalizing promise.
"You didn't have to stop, you know?" you innocently scolded, letting your right hand wander from his neck, to his left flank and to his hip. You made sure your nails lightly grazed his skin through the thin white fabric, intending for him to feel your provocation. As you did, you sensed a trickle of sweat dampening his shirt, clinging to his still-toned abs, evidence of his numerous push-ups. 
In just a few seconds, his body responded. Engulfed in goosebumps that hinted at desire, Rúben's eyelids trembled, and his Adam's apple bobbed. Though your line of sight didn't reveal it, you were certain that his fingers fervently clutched the doorframe, evidenced by the emerging veins on his glistening shoulders. 
He was on the verge of losing control. The mere thought elevated the corner of your lips into a sly smile, concealing the pleasure you took in this little teasing game. You must admit, you were very in the mood to play today. After all, Rúben simply had no business being so sexy on this delightful spring afternoon. 
Your right hand, still placed on his hip, dared to venture even further beneath the fabric of his black tracksuit to bring him even more closer to you and explore the skin of his lower back and his firm bottom, leading him to open his mouth slightly, letting out a timid gasp. 
Unable to resist the excruciating slowness of your caresses, he leaned forward, daring “Why? Do you want to keep watching?” he managed to inquire with an innocent tone, though mischief lingered within. 
His alluring, plump lips so close to yours beckoned, yet you resisted the temptation they promised... at least for the moment. You knew what he expected from you at this moment, but you just wouldn't comply. You were far too determined to win this battle. 
Nevertheless, the warm breath escaping his mouth was enough to slightly distract you. In that moment, you even forgot your somewhat disheveled appearance—your hair was in a messy bun, and you still had your apron on, still warm from the breath of the oven you had opened to check the crumb-topped salmon you were preparing. 
This seemed not to bother Rúben, whose gaze remained just as fiery and thirsty. His fingers sought revenge, gently sweeping aside a loose strand of hair that had fallen during your observation, trailing across your cheek, your neck, before finally resting on your nape. Then his entire hand delicately settled upon it. Your eyes were nearly completely mesmerized by the movement of his lips. Ruben's voice became huskier and smoother. “Or maybe you want a turn too."
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itsgiovanna · 18 days
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it's us against the world
pairing: fem!reader x rúben dias
type: instagram a.u
summary: you're a renowned supermodel and has to deal with rumors and haters because rúben dias is your boyfriend. despite that, he'll never stop telling how much he cares about you.
notes: hey! this is my first instagram a.u with rúben, i hope you love it 🤍
warnings: fluff, cursing.
face claim: christina nadin
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yourinstagram 💋 @pradabeauty #pradabeautypartner
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user8 MOTHER
gigihadid wow 😍😍😍
britishvogue 💌
user2 that's it i'm speechless
fan5 I LOVE YOUUU
caradelevingne 🤍🤍🤍
sydneysweeney missing youuu
↳ yourusername me too 🥺
user2 you're back to ig 😭
fan7 rúben liked omfg
fan1 unbothered and gorgeous as always 😍
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rubendias addressed.
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fan6 OMG THE HAIR
user4 i'm not even a manchester city fan but damn........
eerlinghaaland finally 👏🏻🙏🏻
fan2 this should be illegal 🥵😭
fan9 not that model liking the pic 🙃
↳ user2 what about it? lmao
↳ fan9 he cheated on her but she's still with him
↳ fan1 stfu you don't know shit
yourinstagram 😮‍💨😙
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fan3 GIRL HAVE SOME SELF LOVE
fan5 what the hell is going on
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yourinstagram greece, you have my heart 🇬🇷💙
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sofiarichiegrainge are you even real? 😍
bellahadid a real life mermaid
haileybieber serving 🔥
inesdegenertomaz não há mais linda ❤️
↳ yourinstagram amei te ver 😭
rubendias 😮‍💨💙
↳ yourinstagram 🫶🏼🤭
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yourinstagram birthday dump 🤍
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rubendias ❤️❤️❤️
↳ yourinstagram te amo 🥺🩷
↳ rubendias hope you liked our date 😉🤪
fan6 OMG I CAN'T BREATH
fan7 does rúben’s comments has a double meaning? 😳
↳ user2 HAHAHAHA I’M LIVING FOR IT
mancity 🩵🩵
fan1 it's official 😭😭
johnstones 🥰
user7 rúben can you fight????
fan2 WHATTTT
fan3 if this is a dream pls don't wake me up 🥺
user1 it's so cute how she's still with him after the cheating scandal 🤍
↳ fan3 wtf is wrong with you? get a life
↳ fan7 you're just boring 🥱
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rubendias parabéns, meu amor. you're the best thing that ever happened to me and no one can never take this away from us. i love you. ❤️
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yourinstagram it's you and me against the world, forever. i love you, bebê! 🤍🥹
mancity love is in the air! 🩵
portugal muitos parabéns ✨
eerlinghaaland 😄❤️
johnstones finally 👏🏻
user2 she’s so beautiful 😫
bellahadid the most beautiful couple there is 🤎
bernardosilva felicidades 🥳
inesdegenertomaz 😍😍
fan2 HAVE BABIES ALREADY
fan9 i knew it!!!!!!
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oh-saints · 1 year
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ruben dias and daughter of pep guardiola.
man.. when i got this request, all i keep thinking about is some forbidden, enemy-to-lovers trope so here it is! i hope you like it!
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enemy
you and rúben dias can never be in the same room and it's the main reason why your father's head balding. so what changes?
rúben dias x guardiola!reader
word count: 4.2k
tw: 18+ for graphic sexual contents included inside (aka a sprinkle of smut); drinking, swearing, unprotected sex (and some angry/hate sex)
note: i was writing something along the line of enemy-to-lovers but got stuck midway until this request came in from @kkilp so here we are. my first smut? dang that feels weird saying it was also inspired mildly by anthony and kate of bridgerton (TV series; s2, 2021) but as usual, i happen to write at dawn so ofc this is not proof-read and feedbacks are always welcome! (now lemme go back to repent my sin and go back writing the charles leclerc story i've got...)
“another flower from your daughter, isn’t it?”
rúben could hear one of the coaching staffs commented pep as the spaniard walked in with a huge bouquet of varied flowers on his arms, almost blinding the old man’s sight for direction. pep only laughed to answer his staff’s clarificatory question because it had indeed become a habit for that particular daughter of his to send a humongous array of flowers to her father whenever he and his team won something.
last night happened to be the time when the team had won another EPL title. thus, the biggest arrangement being sent to her father’s office. it was funny for some as she always matches the size to the prestigious level of a trophy.
but of course the entire building loves her. she’d sent each and everyone in this building a bouquet, directly to their houses, albeit in smaller size than the ones delivered for her father. but still, complete with the words hard work always pays off. congratulations, champions! typed perfectly in the middle of the card.
being a florist, she’d also send a basket to anyone who was celebrating with carnations, anyone who was newly having kids with hydrangeas, anyone who was injured with sunflowers.
but him.
he’d like to think himself as someone not petty so no—it wasn’t because he didn’t get a bouquet for himself. he could buy himself one so big the smell would’ve made him throw up for days if a mere basket of flowers was his problem. he just didn’t understand why people couldn’t see how she acted beyond the artificial care and love she’d faked behind those flowers.
rúben was probably the only one who couldn’t relate towards all of the love directed towards her. he could only hope the people would soon belief what he’d gone through, as everybody thought he was crazy for saying she was cold, aloof and rather unfriendly as of late.
as of late being the key word here because god damnit, they used to be so… close? well, he thought they were close but it seemed that for her, they were amicable at best. because one day, she just started to shut him off and she wasn’t shy to show him that. and only to him, no one else. no one of close friends would—and could—do that overnight.
it was similar to those mean girls kind of story plot where you know she’d give you scrutiny so directly but so indirectly in the eyes of everyone else. except that the ending was no where near, unfortunately, for she was now sporting off the cold shoulder to him throughout the whole EPL celebratory party.
rúben was inclined to believe she intended to rile him up even, as she danced the night away with those crazy drunkards he called his teammates. jack, kyle, john amongst the name. he prides himself in moderate amount every time he drinks and he intends to keep it while he’s still an active athlete, but fucking hell did he want to drink till his head bang in the same rhythm as the bass pounding the dance floor.
he just wanted to barge in the midst of the group and had fun with her, just like they used to back when he was still in his freshman year on the etihad side. if she didn’t like it, then good. it gave him the chance for confrontation of whatever it is she was doing.
fuck it, he’d said to himself as he got up from his seat, tired of being the sober friend to a bunch of kids. might as well have my fair share of fun, even if it didn’t involve getting her into the picture.
but in all honesty, she’d seen this move of his. this was what solidified her justification of staying away from him. the moment he was bored out of his mind, that was when he started preying for another long-legged bimbo to bring home.
she could only pray for the woman’s well-being afterwards because she’d learned it the hard way.
for her, rúben was siren personified. he’d talk his way to your pants, feeding you to his soul until you’re left dry. thank god he didn’t make it way past the whole sexual thing—she’d kept him at bay for so long that he’d got bored and the moment she was about to give in was the moment she found out about him moving on.
that night, when she dropped by his house for an impromptu netflix and chill session, when she was ready to accept whatever his advances that night. only for his leading lady to greet her by the door, wearing only lingerie and his shirt unbuttoned.
despite them going apart now, it never soothed her heartbreak.
but she had to see him all the time, thanks to her father’s job. that fact upset her beyond belief that she couldn’t seem to escape him. especially when everyone talks highly of him, when everyone loves him.
there were so many times she wanted to spill out the hot tea but she resisted because it wouldn’t do any good—for her, for him, for her father, for anyone. people would take her as a bitter bitch that didn’t get the dick, she’d held higher regards for herself than to stoop so low.
“let him go and have fun with me.”
the club’s lightning was too dark for her to make out who the hell that was, whispering behind her like he had the world in his palm. obnoxious dick, she’d muttered to herself.
“what did you just say?”
“go away.”
men, couldn’t take a no for his answer as he grabbed her wrist rather harsh, trying to exert some power over her. “no, you didn’t—"
“she said go away, mate,” weird how she knew it was rúben standing behind her before she could see him. “which part of that sentence did you not understand? should i cut off your hands instead?”
the stranger tried to hard not to be intimidated by rúben’s stare but his grip on her hands said the otherwise. “you wouldn’t.”
“would you like to try?”
if she wasn’t just assaulted by the man, she would’ve taken a pity because rúben seething anger and deep distaste like you’re a disgusting human being that doesn’t deserve to live wasn’t something she’d like to experience herself.
“are you okay?”
she didn’t realise she was watching the man scurried off as if he’d caught on fire when rúben went ahead and touched her herself. she’d froze at her place, not knowing where to stand because his hand was placed exactly where the unwanted touch happened—partly she got reminded of what had just happened to her, partly she’d gladly take rúben’s touch over anyone else she didn’t know of.
“hey, you’re okay?”
she couldn’t comprehend what was happening and it felt suffocating to be the centre of everyone’s attention, so she dashed for the restroom for a bit of space.
“talk to me,” she could hear rúben’s voice from the other side of the door, solid 10 minutes after she entered the loo. he’d understood, she whispered to herself as if it was a wonder rúben was smarter than he let on. “please say you’re okay.”
as if she didn’t know the rúben that deserted her for another woman.
god, she hated him for doing this to her. “go away, rúben!”
“like hell i will,” he spat ferociously behind the doors that it startled her. but the soft voice that followed after was more shocking it ran shivers down her back. “i need to know you’re okay.”
the caring thought that laced his words didn’t escape her because she knew, no matter of an asshole rúben was, rúben was always genuine with his words. it was his past actions and the difference between actions and words that scarred her for life—well, at least up until now.
but it was enough for her to choose to shut up instead of acting based on her turmoil of emotions. she’d silently tidy up, fixing her hair and lipstick, while watching the women coming out of the loos one by one till it was only her left. in hope he’d left if she stayed inside for far too long for his liking, then she could sneak out of this place from the backdoor.
all plans were shattered, though, when the door slammed wide open and revealed rúben bulldozing his way inside like a monster truck exhibition. the veins on his arms and neck was bulging angrily, as angry as his face.
“what the fu—”
“i said i need to know you’re okay,” after he spit the words as if that should be obvious to her, he then proceeded to lock the door behind him. “didn’t you hear?”
cowards, afraid anyone walk on you in a woman’s bathroom? “i did, but it doesn’t mean i have to answer you.”
“puta madre,” if she didn’t hold on to the painful memory he’d learned spanish from the ex-girlfriend she met one night too long ago, she’d go meek and weak at his impeccable multilingual tongue. “you’re so frustrating! why is it so hard for you to tell me so?”
“why do want to know?”
“because some asshole just groped you in the ass!” one of his hands shot towards her direction, gesturing from her head to toe in frustration. of her not seeing his point. “surely you’re not okay. no one is after such terrible event.”
“there, you said it youself. i’m not okay,” she rolled her eyes at his reply, hands folding in front of her chest. “why do you care, anyway?”
he shot him a look that was scaring her, and not of the violence he was capable of doing. “do i have to have a reason to care about you?”
“go back in there, rúben,” she tried to stand her ground, faking a rather tired expression when, in fact, she was masking her fear as he dared himself to step closer to her direction. “your drunk friends need your care more than i do.”
his eyes remained intense, burning her down as if she was merely a clothing to burn, as he stepped in front of her. his strong aura forced her to look up at him, and she tried to put some defiance into it in order to show she was in control. or trying to.
“but i don’t care about them,” he lowered his voice as he didn’t see the need to speak louder when his opponent was right under his nose. he knew he’d got her when she shifted her stance from the right leg to her left one. “i care about you.”
the statement obviously caught her off guard, as outmost surprised laced the pair of eyes that—luckily—resembled her mother more. rúben took the chance to close down the gap between their lips, as fast as lightning before she changed her mind, goading her to open up.
as soon as he heard her groaning in surrender, the inside of him ignited in delight. rúben pushed more than what she thought she could give, for he knew she could give more than she thought. his effort drove her to the edge of the sink behind her and she grunted at the crash against the porcelain, but bloody hell the sound effected rúben so much he felt blood rushing south and adrenaline took over his brain.
he’d lifted her up and placed her on the sink in a pace so swift she’d only managed to blink once. he’d slid his hands down her calf, up north towards the rim of her sundress, and she gasped at his ardent touch. felt so hot against the air conditioner of a room so big but only filled with the two of them.
rúben took the liberty to explore her mouth the moment the passage was opened. despite having his eyes closed, he savoured each and every stroke he made for the mental map of hers and he savoured the feeling of her hands sliding everywhere her hands could reach in desperation to hold on for herself while her body unconsciously gave away her control the moment rúben touched the edges of her panties.
she’d arched her back so flexibly rúben had to pull back a bit and admired the crescent shape she was bending herself to be. but not even the moon could compare with the beauty puny in his hands, with pink mauve lipstick smeared lightly and dishevelled hair against the mirror.
“god, you’re beautiful,” and it was all it took for her to sit up and grab his shirt to forcefully meet her lips halfway.
and for rúben, nothing was sexier than when a woman tried to put up a fight against him, even after well-knowing he’d win anyway. so he’d let her think she won, nuzzling his nose downwards, smelling her perfume, her body odour and her desperation all in one. he’d left kisses on his way down, the same moment his hands peeled down the flimsy strap of her sundress, and he swore he’d never touch finer things than the shape of her.
he’d palmed every surface his hands could reach, and took every choked breaths she emitted from his touch. but when he touched the centre of her underwear and felt the drip she was heavily producing, he’d become a goner. he couldn’t take it anymore.
without detaching his lips from her healthy skin, he pulled back an inch to give himself space to undo his pants. when she realised this, she’d drop her hands from his hair and shoulder to help him stash away the jeans. they laughed at this somehow, before they turned muted when rúben dias junior was out of the cage, standing tall and unwavering like him.
the anticipation killed him because jesus christ, with the desire running down her face, he wouldn’t be able to do much anymore. so he kissed her before she could have any second thoughts while his hands aligned himself to her. the first skin-to-skin contact left them breathless, in every literal sense of the word, and rúben could see what she was feeling before she could say anything. the way she closed her eyes in ecstasy as he slipped himself inside of her couldn’t lie.
“oh shit,” he’d read normally women was the only who went all goo at a drop to a man’s voice, but this time rúben could piss himself hearing her doing it. “that feels so good.”
eyes closed, slow pants coming out of that gaping mouth and fucking hell she looks amazingly sexy. and she feels like how she looked like, good god. rúben couldn’t stop his hands from grabbing the sides of her face, some hairs scrunched in them, accidentally closing some parts of her mouth but it didn’t stop her from letting out hot, broken breaths when rúben started moving out of her.
“fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” the portugese giant nipped the bottom lips that looked so juicy from all the kisses exchanged between them, from him. “all for me, huh?”
“yes, you—oh!” she yelped like a siren when rúben slammed himself back to her. “do it right, rúben. do me right.”
rúben didn’t need further command to that, for sure.
she moaned so disgustingly dirty as he guided his cock back and forth, inside and out the now-slick fold, to the brink of heaven on earth. every time he pulled out, she’d moan in pleading, desperate to have all of him inside of her that anyone hearing her whimper would definitely take a pity on her.
“fuck! right there!” she screamed in pleasure as she held rúben’s wrist that was holding her in the face and she wasn’t lying about it. with the way she was rocking his girth and the pressure she’d put on her grip, she was close to the edge. “right there, right there!”
“come on, baby. let go for me.”
fuuuuuuck! ugh, fuck, fuck!
“oh yes, that’s right, baby,” he was now panting so hard the mirror above her was now covered in mist, but how could he stop himself when he looked down and there was the most amazing sight he’d set his eyes on. he ended where she began and she ended where he began. “that’s my girl.”
something inside of her clicked like the electric circuit and all the sudden it was black. but not a frightening blackout, more like black with stars on the back of her head. “fuck, rúben—”
rúben?
rúben dias?
the moment her brain registered the voice indeed belong to rúben dias, she went completely still that rúben had to break her moment. “hey, what’s wrong?”
she badly wished the earth could swallow her right now. the girth still inside of her be damned.
she pressed the crescent eyelids he’d come to love, for they looked as pretty as the moon outside, in a manner rúben didn’t want to know why. because it looked like she didn’t want to open her eyes to meet his. because it looked like regret.
“baby—”
“don’t, rúben.”
she cut him off with the sharpest blade available under her arsenal, her intonation, and at that moment it felt like those film moments when he froze after she stabbed her, digesting the pain and the shock that blanketed the moment.
“what did i do wrong?”
“this, rúben,” and she clenched her jaw, as if it pained her. as if it didn’t pain him to look at the expression she was sporting on her face now—here comes the old, cold you, rúben regretfully noted. “this is what’s wrong. what are you thinking?”
and there was the pair of eyes he loved, for they always speak the truth words lie about. but this time, rúben wished she didn’t open them, for they always speak the truth words lie about, and this time eyes and mouth were seething with anger.
“am i just another rebound for you?”
now that was a serious accusation. “where the hell does that come from?”
“you don’t like me, rúben,” if she wasn’t spitting stupid thoughts, rúben would certainly take the pleasure to fawn over her fiery stance right now. nothing pleased him more than putting people down to follow the order, and she certainly exuded rebellion from her eyes alone. “you never do.”
his large hand jumped to pull her face upwards to face him, rather powerfully to show who’s the boss and she just crossed the line. the movement caused his dick to slide back deeper into her, unexpectedly that she had to hold herself from moaning at the feeling—this feeling as a whole, more likely—but the distance he eliminated between them allowed him to inhale her suppressed whimper.
peering down to her in an arrogance manner she wanted to wipe from the faces of the earth, rúben raised his left eyebrow, challenging her back. “if i don’t like you, why did i just fuck your brains out?”
“as i said—”
“rebounds, you say?” and he didn’t intend to let her speak, as he instead pulled her closer to him by the waist. the sensation he could pull out of her mouth was the only thing he allowed between them, broken gasps and all. “if you know me as well as you think you are, then tell me,”
her chest was burning at the sensation he was whispering so close to her, inhaling what she exhaled, inhaling what he exhaled. on fire at the sensation of him pulling out slowly from her at the same time the hand on her waist travelled inside, towards the aching clit deprived of the friction from his groin.
“tell me, baby,” god, rúben wanted to close off the gaping mouth, as shut as the fluttering eyelids. “have you ever heard of me doing that? have you ever seen me, with your own eyes, doing that?”
“rúben—”
his hand was so close yet so far, caressing the insides of her thighs, and she hated the fact she needed him to touch her. now, or else she’d combust. “answer me.”
“no—”
“there you go,” and there was the satisfaction he’d recognised from the arch of her back and neck, as he hurled himself back to her soft spot, allowing him to pepper kisses along the underside of her chin, down along her throat, nailing her in her place further. “god, if only you knew…”
only when rúben pulled away from the space in the middle of her decolletages did she open her eyes once more, and she was rendered rather speechless at how rúben was looking at her. she was almost scared to ask but knew she needed the answer. “knew what?”
“it’s maddening,” the hand in her face moved to a different angle, now his forefinger was tracing the edges of her lips. the very one he destroyed with the harsh, heated kisses they exchanged. his artwork. “how much you consume my very being.”
before her heart could leap out of its place, rúben kissed her lips once more with so much fervour and everything else remained in his body. different to their earlier kisses full of lust, this one was lingering but unspeakable feeling and passion and lust and love.
love?
whatever they were feeling certainly wasn’t love, was it? they hate each other, for fuck’s sake.
“eyes on me, querida,” rúben’s voice snapped her thoughts away and she obeyed him, forgetting how easy it was to spare this particular man the hatred. before she saw that ex-girlfriend of his on the doorsteps, before she resorted to her self-defence mechanism.
“hello, there,” and he felt her melting away, as he recognised the whimpers she let out this time while he was rocking their boat in rhythm back and forth was nothing sort of what she gave 15 minutes ago. “there’s the eyes i love the most.”
love?
but before her mind could drift somewhere else, rúben finished off what he started. he drove her to the end fast and without mercy this time, leaving him helpless under his control of pace. his hand was no longer feathering the skin, they’d made themselves useful by dipping into the blossoming bud between rúben and her. the crude touch against her soft, plump crown was the striking contrast she needed to release herself for the second time, all frustration and thoughts were now focused on the finishing line. so focused that she didn’t feel herself shaking, trembling as rúben assaulted all of her senses—his kiss, his touch, his smell, his drive.
rúben sensed her going weaker from his all-out attack, not wanting to hold back himself either, not when he finally had her within his whim. he took her hands to curl them behind his neck and pulled up her knees so he could lift her up before turning their position around. he was now sitting on the lid of the toilet nearby while she sunk down on him and good fucking lord did she wrap him, all of his 9-inches, so tightly and so deeply like she was made for him.
and she felt it, too, for she sling her arms on his shoulder, hanging for her dear life. rúben couldn’t help but pull her in his grasp, closer than before—no air, no space between them—and the feeling of conjoining with her altogether almost undid him before her he had to stop himself from moving. rúben rested his head on her chest, wanting to calm himself down first as he placed open-mouthed kisses and nips on the outline of her nipples, but the action seemed to turn her on as he felt her clenching around him.
“fuck, don’t stop,” he involuntarily said, and she took it as an invitation to take the wheel from him and ride them out. “fuck, baby. fuck yes, i’m coming.”
“oh, yes, yes, yes!” she’d screamed as rúben manoeuvred her hips back and forth. combined that with the sinful components of his mouth against her breast, licking and sucking the sensitive bud like there was no tomorrow, it didn’t take long for her to reach her, by far, most satisfying high. “oh joder, rúben!”
she’d relish the feeling of soaring high in the sky all over again as she came down to earth. rúben was already holding her by the waist and a small part of her back so she didn’t crumble down trembling messily, small kisses were already scattered all over the hollow part on her shoulder blades, like he didn’t care if she just pulled out his hair so hard she was now afraid he’d catch up to her father’s balding.
“i love you,” but this time she didn’t go all ice on him. “i’m sorry i made you think the otherwise.”
and rúben, being the perfect gentleman, proved how sorry he was by sending her a bouquet of flower the next day. her, a florist, a bunch of imported fresh white tulips before she could wake up and go to the flower market early in the morning. how he did that when it wasn’t tulip season, she didn’t know, and the effort didn’t pass as overlooked by her eyes.
yes, the effort of scouting the rare tulips, but most of all the effort he’d go just to saywhat the flowers implied; i’m sorry. just like his words.
of course he was forgiven.
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errythinisblue · 2 years
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Please can I request a rúben dias blurb?? Reader has a tough day and comes home upset, Ruben looks after her🥲
Aw this is so sweet! I’m literally in the mood to write something like that! Thank you 🤍
Other situations.
Rúben Dias x Y/N
Summary: Rúben knows what to do to take care of you, when you have a bad day at work.
Warnings: none really, just some sexual innuendos.
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You were sure you’d find him in there, in the gym, his natural habitat.
As soon as you opened the door, careful not to make a sound, your eyes landed on his body: he was busy doing pull ups; his upper body was covered by a green tank and he had some black shorts on, his arms were glistening with sweat and on his face you could read the usual look of determination that always painted his features.
When he noticed you, his eyes quickly moved from his reflection in the mirror to yours. He could see the pout on your face from a mile, as it was so pronounced that it was hard to miss.
Rúben made quick work of finishing the set, and only when he was done he let his feet touch the ground. But before he could even turn around, your arms were wrapped around his waist: you leaned your cheek on his broad back, closing your eyes at the contact and relaxing into him.
“Bad day?” Rúben asked, as if he could read your mind.
“The worst day ever…” you grumbled, frowning behind his back and hugging him tighter.
“Babe I’m covered in sweat,” Rúben chuckled at your clingyness, his long fingers caressed your soft skin gently while he thought about what could have happened for you to be in such a mood, “why don’t we go and take a shower? You can talk to me about your awful day once we’re all cleaned up and in our pjs…”
“You know I don’t care about it…” your voice came out as a whine, “I actually love it when you’re all sweaty…”
“I know you do,” he giggled amused and entranced by how endearing you were, “just, maybe in other “situations”… not when I’ve been training for the past two hours!”
“I’d like for you to explain those “other situations” better…” you mused, watching as your boyfriend turned around in your embrace, standing face to face with you now.
“Maybe I will…” his voice was low in your ear, causing a shiver to roll up your spine from the anticipation, “Come with me now, let me take care of you.”
And you did. You followed him into your bedroom, and into the ensuite bathroom. You let Rúben take care of you; he guided you into the shower, the warm water was cascading on the both of you making him look good enough to eat; you sighed contentedly while his hands, so big yet so delicate, massaged every single inch of your skin: starting from your scalp, working on the knots in your shoulders then down your spine; you felt like you were in heaven, his loving touch was really working wonders on your mood, and you could sense that this was Rúben’s intention all along: to make you feel better, more relaxed and above all happier.
“Are you feeling any better?” Rúben asked you while he towel-dried your hair, paying attention not to cause you any discomfort.
“Mh hm…” was your only response, as you couldn’t really bring yourself to speak while you were enjoying being pampered by your man.
“Do you want me to blow dry them too?” he proposed, standing behind you while you stood in front of the bathroom’s mirror.
“Please…”
The way you leaned your head back, letting it rest into his palms even more, was enough of an answer for Rúben. He applied each and every product he saw you use on your hair, and you were happily surprised when you saw he not only paid attention to what you put on it, but he even remembered the right order of application!
“How could you possibly remember??” you asked, dumbfounded.
“What??”
“The things I do to my hair…”
“Oh… it’s just a little thing, like you know…” he stopped mid sentence, thinking about every little detail he knew about you, “Like the fact that you love a warm cup of coffee in the morning, without sugar when you’ve got a headache, or the way you subconsciously pout when something went wrong at work, even if you don’t want to let the others worry…”
You listened to him, entranced by all the small things he noticed about you.
“I love you.” you blurted out while Rúben was going on with his rambling.
“I love you too…” he smiled softly, while he finished blow drying your hair, “Should we order some pizza for dinner?”
“But you can’t eat pizza babe…” you pouted at him through the mirror.
“I’m gonna make an exception for tonight,” he winked, “my girl needs pizza, since pizza is her favourite food…” he added before he pressed a kiss on the top of your head, “So pizza is it!”
“I love you so so much Rúben…” you gently smiled at him, turning around and going on your tiptoes to peck his lips, “thank you for taking care of me…”
“I love you too,” he said, bumping his nose against yours, “and I love taking care of you even more… now come on, let’s go and order that pizza.”
“Please, I’m starving!”
“I know amor, I know…”
“Do you reckon you could explain those “other situations” to me once we had our dinner?” you mused, spurred by his portuguese words, your greatest weakness.
“I suppose so…” he whispered while he tucked your hair behind your ear, “But I will explain them to you once we’ll be done with your skincare okay?”
“I think we can skip my skincare for tonight…” you looked at him with your best doe eyes, biting the corner of your lower lip, “We could probably skip dinner too as far as I’m concerned…”
“Don’t tempt me… we have to eat.”
“We could order dinner once we… you know…” you proposed while your hands slipped under his white t-shirt.
“Well those “other situations” are pretty urgent indeed…” he countered, “I think the sooner I show them to you, the better it is…”
“I couldn’t agree more…” you whispered against his lips, before he took you in his arms and closed the bedroom door.
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charlottemount · 2 years
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So i’ll post a new ig files on friday or saturday but all of these file are halfway done so just let me know which one would you like to read then i’m gonna finish it and hopefully i be able to post it on tumblr on time 🫣
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natwrites08 · 4 months
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There You Are (Rúben x FemReader) 
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Summary: His fears get in the way creating a tense fight that leads to miscommunication that only their son can solve, by forcing them to talk. 
Word Count: 4.5K
Warnings: Angst and Fluff
a/n: This is a request!!! I know that this one came after the second Pedri request but since the last story was Pedri’s I decided to not be too repetitive, but hopefully next week that other request can be posted. Thanks for understanding. Also the title is from a Zayn song, which I have to say he is very underrated. 
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They were a very loving family and their child was aware of the love that his parents had for each other and of course for him. So of course his face scrunched up in pure confusion when there were no jokes or laughter coming from his mum.
Or the distance between his parents, no cuddles or anything that made them look happy. So he started to wonder if he did something wrong. However that wasn’t a possibility because communication was so important to them, never creating a toxic environment where people blamed each other, especially making his child feel guilty. 
Every argument happened in the privacy of their room, far away from the little ears of their child. He was naturally curious so that meant that nothing could stay hidden, especially when he would notice sudden changes in routine.
However that distance had been going on for quite some time,but she played along; playing make believe because she knew that the perfect family that they were before his lack of interest and love was falling apart, and she had to pretend for her son. 
The fight was a buildup of rage from her part and Ruben was certainly surprised with her sudden outburst. It wasn’t the shoe that was thrown in his direction, not really aiming to hurt him, but to gain his attention, it was the fact that she had made noise when their child was sleeping. 
“What is wrong with you?” A whisper-yell with wide eyes, especially when she almost marched up to him in a challenging way.
“No, what is wrong with you?” Now she was really close, continuously poking his chest. He had no choice but to gently push her hands away, no matter how angry and confused he was he would never hurt her. 
“Why do you keep yelling? Leo is sleeping, you will scare him”
“He is not here, I’ll give you a hint since you seem to be very confused. Bernardo and Ines agreed to watch him for the night or do you not remember?”
“Amor…” he tried to grab those same hands that he pushed away a few seconds ago, however she backed away.
“You forgot our five year anniversary Rúben” there was nothing but pure disappointment in her shaky voice. 
“We can still make it to the reservation, it’s only nine…”
“Do you really think I care about a stupid dinner? a kiss or a hug, even a simple message would’ve made me feel better, but you completely forgot” 
“I will make it up to you, I promise…”
“I don’t believe you anymore, you didn’t even kiss me goodbye this morning, nor tell me that you loved me, it’s been weeks since our last meaningful conversation.”
“I’ve been very busy amor, middle of the season and we need to be at the top of the table…”
“As if you guys would lose, you win every year”
“What do you mean by that? That we’re predictable, that you’re not proud of me?”
“It means that no one takes you seriously anymore, I don’t take you seriously” that’s when his eyes changed from regretful to angry.
“Really? I’m sure that other girls might take me seriously” and her soft gasp told him everything, he had taken it too far. He tried to apologize but a tiny shove told him that she needed room to breathe. 
“All I wanted was for you to be here, celebrating our love, but maybe these past few weeks you were trying to tell me that you no longer love me, that you were looking for a way out and there’s the door Rúben, wide open for you to leave me” 
“No no no, come back here, I didn’t mean that, amor I swear…” 
“No no, by all means find someone else that will deal with your high maintenance and your inflated ego, because you had everything with me, I didn’t ask for too much, just a day where I could feel loved by you that’s it” 
“I still have everything with you” he swallowed his defensive mechanisms, after she had literally offended him once again. 
“No you don’t, it’s clear that you no longer want me, need me, desire me, or love me, you don’t show me your heart anymore”
“I’ve failed as a husband then…” 
“Yes you have” there was no room for discussion because her defeated whisper left no space for forgiveness. 
That night they willingly slept separately for the first time, the morning was even worse than the previous day because he could clearly see what he had done to her. 
Swollen eyes, sunken face, tear-stained cheeks, and a hoarse voice that only said a ‘morning’ to him.
“Baby?” 
“Hm?”
“We need to solve this before we pick him up, he will notice” 
“Solve what exactly?” 
“I need to fix my mistake, you have nothing to be sorry for I accept that it was my fault”
“Oh you’re mistaken, I know that I didn’t do anything wrong” he rolled his eyes because she was always so defensive and sometimes overconfident, which made her seem arrogant.
“That’s what I just said, so cut the attitude it makes you look arrogant…”
“Me the arrogant one, very funny” 
“Ok, now you’re just picking a fight….” He rubbed his face trying to magically get rid of the stress he was experiencing at the moment “…I really want to apologize for my lack of communication and respect for our relationship, I love you so much and I’m sorry if I made you question the love that I have for you” 
“Beautiful but simple words…” she nonchalantly raised her shoulders.
“I now expect an apology from you” 
“I thought that it wasn’t my fault?” 
“Just please stop, maybe me missing our anniversary was wrong, but I’ve been stressed and you haven’t asked why”
“It’s not my job to read your mind…” 
“And I know that but it is your job to notice how I’m feeling…”
“Just like you noticed my sadness? It makes you a hypocrite, since you’re barely home for me to notice anything” staring competition and going back and forth would be their only solution at the moment. 
“That’s not fair, I have to provide for my family, every day that I’m not training or playing I’m here with you, helping as much as I can, trying to be a good father” 
“And I’m not saying you’re not!”
“Ok then what?”
“You’re not being a good husband” 
“You haven’t been…”
“What, a good wife? When was the last time you kissed me?”
“I have no clue…”
“I figured, it was four days ago, a simple peck”
“Are you going to tell me what I was wearing as well or what?”
“I can if you really want to know, I actually notice, I pay attention to you, I do love you still” 
“And you think I don’t?”
“Yeah I think you don’t love me” 
“In important conversations, the issue should only be said once and then it should be solved, so I will tell you again, I’m sorry for neglecting our marriage, but I have no doubt that you love me, the same can’t be said for you and your lack of trust for me. The only thing that I gather from this argument besides my mistakes is that you don’t respect what I do…I’ll go pick Leo up” 
“No Ruben, you can’t leave” she grabbed his arm and that insignificant touch was able to stop the torment that he was feeling deep in his chest.
“And why not?” 
“I do love what you do, I admire your passion, but this career is taking over your life, you’re in your thirties…”
“So you want me to retire?”
“No and yes, I want to have you with us, maybe expand our family…” she saw the smile that really wanted to make an appearance, but instead he just sighed. 
“Why would you want to have more kids with someone who apparently doesn’t love you?”
“I just don’t feel your love, does that make me a bad person, for needing you?” 
Was it pitiful, begging to be noticed? maybe but she had thousands of insecurities that were clouding her sense of belonging in his heart. 
“I come home to you and I do need you and want you, but I just can indulge in the simple act of having you because I have so much stuff in my brain. So many worries and fears dealing with my career and my fear that I’m not with you all the time” 
“Nothing will ever happen to Leo or I” 
“I know, but I still worry, that’s also my job”
“Why are you so far away from me though, I share our bed with a shadow. Why are you not reacting?”
“How do you want me to react?”
“Get angry, cry, share your pain with me” the desperation was making her talk with her hands.
“I don’t want to, I just want to go get my son” with a hesitant step he kissed her forehead and he left their home. So she prepared herself, she put on that brave smile for Leo, to receive him with the warmest of hugs.
“What did you do with Uncle Bernardo and Aunt Ines?”
“We played football mãe, all of us, like we used to do…” Rúben then realized that he had also left his kid behind. His torment was making him close off. “…then we had pizza” he whispered, afraid to see Ruben's reaction, from the unhealthy dinner he had. 
“Papai, why are you sad?…” He took a moment to look at his dad and there he saw some unshed tears. “…I’ll give you a kiss to feel better, just like I always do when Mãe is sad” he placed dozens of little kisses all over his face finally making Ruben smile. 
“Mamãe, you also have to give papai a kissy, right here” he was pointing at Ruben’s lips, slightly poking them, making him smile.
“Baby I’m ok ma, doesn’t want to kiss me” 
“ why?” He was in that stage where he would constantly ask why, and to be honest she liked his curiosity, allowing him to always be certain because she would never lie to him.
“You’re right baby, I’ll give him a kiss, maybe he’ll feel better” she shuttered, but there she realized that she was nervous to kiss him, to initiate a kiss that would hopefully make him see what he was missing.
Soft kisses, on his nose, eyelids, cheeks, the corner of his lips where his half smile was visible, and finally on his lips. He still had his eyes closed when she pulled away, but that tiny kiss still made him fuzzy, he loved her. 
“Do you feel better papai? Mãe’s kisses always make me feel better” of course they needed to have their child to break the tension, after all he always connected their hearts, bonding them forever. 
“Do you feel better Rúben? remember when you love you kiss” 
“Hey louco, go to the playroom, I’ll be there soon ok?” 
His quick nods as he ran to his playroom were funny, she became distracted with his shrieks of excitement, that she didn’t see Rúben looking at her with so much desperation.
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry Rúben…” but the pair of hungry lips that desperately silenced her words were everything she needed. If a kiss means love, then he would show her how much he loved her.
She was clinging to him, fingers getting lost in his hair, while his hands were desperately tugging her shirt, as a way to pull her closer. 
Yes it was a messy kiss but it brought a rush of excitement, like the kisses when they first started dating, Youthful and beautiful.
It was getting harder to breathe, so she pulled away, kissing his jaw and eventually snuggling him, head nicely tucked in his neck, breathing in that smell that drove her crazy. 
“I’m sorry” she mumbled, while he tenderly kissed her head. 
“No I’m sorry for being away for so long, I’ve missed you so much, I just didn’t know how to tell you, I’ve been disconnected from both parts of my world my career and family” 
“I’m here now, I’ll listen to all your worries” he had to open up now, he couldn’t keep hurting her.
“I’ve noticed my age amor, I’m not as agile or strong as before, and it scares me that I will become a replacement soon. I'm in my early thirties but I feel fifty. I do want to retire and make a bunch of babies with you and help you raise them all the way, but I also don’t want to stop playing”
“Then keep playing amor, look maybe you should try to change your routine, like gym days and going on runs, instead maybe you can go to the park with Leo or go on walks with us, you will still be getting a workout but not as intense that you don’t have time to recover” he considered what she said but it still wouldnt be enough.
“My schedule is so packed and next year he will be going to school and then all of that stuff you will have to deal with and I don’t want you to…” 
“Hey, I could ask for help but I choose not to, if I’m here all alone not working at least I can focus on our child, my job is making sure that you guys are happy and healthy” 
“And what’s my job?”
“Providing us with love, Rúben…”
“But have I? yesterday you told me that I didn’t love you, so I’m very confused” 
“Not feeling loved is one thing, but I know that you love me” he only nodded, still too confused to make sense of her feelings towards him.
“Be honest, have I been neglectful to Leo as well?”
“A bit…”
“Because he told me on the drive back that he missed me, the old papai?”
“I always tell him that football keeps you very busy…”
“Yeah but football is not my first priority, my family is, and now both of you are telling me that I don’t love you like before” 
“Stop Rúben, we know that you do but please just make a bit of time for us that’s it”
“I’ll see if I can ask for some time off, maybe a week, but I’m afraid that I will be replaced” 
“Amor if it’s just for a week one game will be played, you’re still the captain and they need you. You are still strong and agile and very handsome so don’t doubt yourself” 
“What does being handsome have to do with this? Should I worry about that too, is it affecting my abilities to play?” The teasing glint in his eyes made him look less worried, she affectionately grabbed his cheek, and all he could do was lean in and allow for her touch. 
“No but maybe just being too cocky” 
“I love you so much and I’ll make it up to you, I only deserve you and I want you to take me seriously, so what can I do now?” 
“Can we go to the Park?”
“Yeah baby, I’ll go get him ready and you can pick some snacks?” With a smiley kiss to her lips, he left her alone. 
She knew that their discussion was far from over, but she was glad that they weren’t raising their voices anymore, that they were trying to solve their differences. 
Their park outing just gave her another reason to fight against Rúben’s insecurities and nasty thoughts because he was a great dad, and the hold that he had on her hand told her that he was also a great husband. 
“Papai, come push me!” with an encouraging smile she told him to go. He truly looked beautiful with their child, always willing to make him happy. 
“Pa, tell Mãe to come here you also need to push her” in every chance he had Leo wanted to have his parents close.
“Amor, come here?” She approached them confused, until Leo’s finger pointed at the empty swing.
“Ma, please sit and have fun with us, I love when you are silly…” so she sat down and very slowly she started to swing, giggling as she heard her son’s contagious laughter after Rúben started to push the both of them. 
.”….are you happy now?” And from the look on Rúben’s face she could tell that Leo’s comment made him sad, he bit the inside of his cheek, to hide his pout and the look of concern from her only made everything worse. 
“Yeah baby we’re happy, because we have you”
“I knew it!” That seemed to keep Leo content for the time being, but Rúben was still burdened with sadness. 
The sudden stop of Leo’s swing also made her stop “I’m so sorry baby” Rúben’s sad eyes as he kneeled in front of his son made her realize that he also owed Leo an apology.
“For what Papai?”The little hand on Ruben’s cheek only caused him to release the tears that he was holding.
“For not spending a lot of time with you recently, not being there during park days or bedtime…or just not being silly like you said” 
“It’s ok Papai, you’re here now playing and making mamãe happy, look she’s smiling” and the little shrug of his shoulders was an indication that Leo didn’t notice the drastic changes in their routine as much as her but that he did take note of his mum’s unhappiness. 
“I’ll keep making both of you happy, I promise” with little nods as if he understood everything, he grew a bit impatient ready to head home and have some lunch before a much needed nap. 
The walk back to their home was calm but silence was coming from their part, Leo was happily jumping over puddles of water and talking about random things he noticed that made him happy. Or even randomly waving at strangers or asking to pet a dog, much to Rúben’s worry, but he was brave and friendly. 
The silence still continued throughout lunch and through their nap, because although they had to be productive adults, Leo’s afternoon nap was encouraged by Rúben to also be her nap time.
A two hour nap gave him enough time to order a nice dinner, and to run to the shops to buy a cake and some flowers and to also pick up the food the he had ordered, although they would have to share their night with their son, it was better to surprise her now then before it was too late. 
He also wanted to set up everything before Leo’s wake up time, to give her the surprise. Trying to avoid messing up the trail of rose petals he went to wake her up. 
He really didn’t want to bother her, but the way she was hugging his pillow only made his desperation worse. He gently woke her up, trying to stir her away from falling into a deeper sleep. 
“Amor, I have a surprise for you” with the mention of a surprise she opened one eye.
“Is it a nice cuddle?”
“Do you want me to cuddle you?”
“Yes please, it shouldn’t even be a question huh?” 
“No baby it shouldn’t, but I want you to be comfortable…”
“Just cuddle me Rúben” he melted into her embrace, he didn’t cry or say anything at all, he allowed himself to just feel her, to touch her and to kiss her tenderly. 
“As much as I love this baby, we have to wake Leo up in a few and…”
“Right, but before that, let me show you something?”
He helped her get up, but he also just wanted an excuse to hold her and be next to her. He felt extremely guilty and like someone that did wrong he wanted to test the waters.
“Rose petals?” His sheepish smile and hopeful demeanor only made her feel lighter. 
“I know it doesn’t make up for yesterday, but I hope that it brings you a smile…” she grabbed his arm and pulled him along, she still didn’t know where the petals led to. 
She saw the three sets of plates and the roses, as well as the pastries and dinner that he bought. At least he had taken into account her favorite Portuguese food that he introduced her to and of course the pastries from her favorite bakery. 
“I love it baby, all my favorite things” she gave him a cautious hug, that was only returned more firmer and sweeter than she expected. 
“I know that Leo will join us, but I didn’t want you to stress out for dinner, just trying to mend my mistakes step by step…”
“Rúben it’s ok, I love it” she didn’t want to tiptoe around their feelings because she knew how awkward it could get after small arguments and the one that they had was bigger than previous fights.
She pulled him into a soft kiss, clinging to his shoulders to pull him closer. She didn’t understand why she was so touch starved, but he was in that same predicament not being able to pull away from her. 
“Mãe?” That was their sign to break up their make out session.
“Are you hungry?” The grumpiness from his mum was something that was passed down to Leo because all he did was tiredly rub his eyes, to get rid of the sleep and nod. 
He acclimated soon, and their house was yet again filled with laughter and meaningless but creative stories told from the perspective of a three -year old. 
“I’m really happy now, pizza and cake? Is papai ok?” And he laughed softly because he knew that his intense diet prohibited certain sweets, but he couldn’t stop his family from having them.
“I know bebê but today is a happy day, so I can eat cake and actually we can eat cake while we watch a film?” Leo dropped his mouth in shock, another rule that his father was breaking, eating outside of the kitchen was not allowed. Looking back at his mother and at her encouraging eyes he knew that his dad was not joking. 
“Let’s go then, but I get to pick the movie”
“Mãe not fair you always pick Tangled! Just because the prince looks like Papai” 
“He does not! Flynn Rider is way cuter than your papai” and he couldn’t help but laugh and actually take the tiny dig, he deserved it after all. 
“Papai, who’s your favorite Princess?” 
“Don’t know, whichever one your mãe thinks she looks like, so the prettiest” he played it safe and that only made Leo talk more about who he thought his Mamãe looked like. The whole rest of their day passed by pretty quickly, they enjoyed the cake and the movie and before they knew it Leo’s bedtime routine was over. 
As they laid down wrapped in each others arms, he wanted to be clear on where they stood.
“Do you want to know why I love you so much?…” he was met with a curious hum. “…because you’re always here with a smile on your face, with open arms ready to take my pain away,  you understand me like no one else and I’m sorry baby” 
“Stop apologizing, Rúben…”
“Do you forgive me?” Of course she did, yes it was painful but she knew him well enough to know that he wouldn't forget or neglect her again.
“Yes”
“But why?”
“Because you’re sorry, and you regret what you did and I know that you will work to get better, like always” she added the last bit because he always improved in every aspect of his life. 
“I always want to get better meu amor, for you and for Leo and I don’t know why I stopped trying” 
“You’re tired and I should’ve known, but I don’t know why I didn’t pull you into my arms to reassure you like I always do…”
“Yes it's your job to notice the differences which you did, but it’s not your responsibility to make me open up I was the one that didn’t seek help, it was my fault and I will work to get better, you’re right my pain is your pain and my happiness should be all yours, so I’m…”
“Stop apologizing silly, we’re good, but you do owe me a romantic night” his breath hitched and he turned around to capture her in a passionate kiss, this kiss wasn’t desperate or rushed, it was slow and familiar, filled with certainty and love. 
Just when they thought that their night would end in some love making, the noise of what they believed was the little footsteps of Leo made them separate, and the knock on their door made their suspicion true. 
“Mamãe, Papai can I sleep with you tonight, I’m scared?” She knew that he wasn’t scared, but if he got pizza and cake and the few other rules that were broken, he knew that potentially sleeping with his parents would be allowed today, so why not try. 
“Of course bebê come here…” he jumped on the bed and snuggled closer to Rúben and she couldn’t even be jealous that he didn’t cuddle her because after all he had missed his dad. 
“…I love you até a Lua e de volta” (to the moon and back) soon after he had fallen asleep, and because he was a deep sleeper, they could talk quietly without waking him up.
“I still owe you another night, maybe dinner…”
“Tonight was perfect with Leo and you”
“Ok then, I owe you a night filled with love making” 
“Promise?”
“I promise” 
“Good because I want another baby” the moon was witness to her confession and thanks to her light she was able to see his smile. 
“Don’t tempt me, I will take Leo to his room right now, he won’t even notice” 
“Shut up and go to sleep, maybe another night, but you said it yourself, I’ll always be here so you don’t have to worry” 
“And I’ll be here from now on, and I intend to keep that promise, you won’t miss me anymore, night amor, eu te amo” 
“I love you too” 
Did he keep his promise? Yes he did. 
After all he would do anything to be with his family, to keep them safe, healthy and happy, not to mention filled with love. He was able to finish off the season strong and enjoy his break to the fullest. 
He decided to retire from his international career, he was still fairly young but that would give him more time with his family and would keep him more rested for club football. 
He knew that it was the right decision, knowing that he would help more with their new pregnancy journey and with Leo’s school put his worries at ease. His career would slow down eventually and he was glad that he was the one to decide.
She still was his cheerleader, encouraging him to love what he did and love what he had achieved, including his family. He needed her when he was broken and when he was fixed, in every morning and every night, in all his dreams and nightmares she would be right there, loving him and understanding who he was and he would do the same for her, with an open heart and mind. 
The end…
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yungbludz · 10 months
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3 AM — RD
SUMMARY: in which he calls her after the win…
WARNINGS: angsty
Part 2
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“Why haven’t you called me yet?” Is the first sentence you hear after being abruptly woken by the sound of your phone ringing. You frown, squinting your eyes to see what time it is: three in the morning. You try to understand what is going on and who’s called you: Rúben. You yawn and flip onto your back, debating whether or not you should switch on the abat-jour for this conversation but you hope he leaves you alone soon.
“What? It’s 3 am, Rúben…” you let him even if by the tone of his voice you know he’s aware of the time. The Portuguese is surrounded by his teammates who are being quite loud so he moves away to hear you better.
“Why haven’t you called me?” He insists. He’s probably had too much to drink. For someone who’s very strict on his diet even two cocktails are too much and can get him tipsy. He glances at Jack who’s been babysat by Kyle for the whole night. You sigh, feeling sleep vanish and now you wonder how long it’s going to take you to fall back asleep.
“What for?” You are growing impatient. If he hasn’t called you for a good excuse you’ll hang up in his face. Rúben knows you are very grumpy in the morning so he should know better than to wake you up in the middle of the night. The Portuguese feels offended for a second. He was so sure you had seen the game, now he feels egocentric just for having assumed that.
“We won the Champions League.” He says directly. You furrow your brows and suddenly you remember spending the night in front of the tv and watching the match. By the time it ended you were already passed out on the bed so it doesn’t surprise you that you didn’t have the time to text him. But Rúben doesn’t know that. He just knows that he’s been waiting for a message from you the whole night and now that he is on his fourth drink he’s finally built up the courage to call you.
“I fell asleep. Congrats.” You try to sound more enthusiastic even if you’re still not functioning and you try to fight the sleep. Rúben now feels extremely ridiculous. You’ve been broken up for months now why has he even called? You don’t owe him anything. He plays with the straw in his drink and looks at his teammates celebrating.
“How’s Francisca?” He asks and almost groans when the words leave his mouth.
“Asleep. She saw you, if you’re wondering. But she passed out before the second half even started.” You explain. Rúben would like to say he called you just to know about your daughter but it’d be a lie you’d easily detect. Francisca is only three years old and you and Rúben decided to break things off a month after her birthday. Things haven’t been the same for the past year and you don’t think it’d be fair to spend your lives trying to fix something broken. Rúben agreed but he’s never really stopped hoping for a comeback.
“I’m sorry for waking you up, I just— I had too much to drink.” He comes clean with his actions. You’d giggle if you weren’t still half asleep. You know Rúben can’t handle alcohol but it’s only fair he has the time of his life after winning not one, not two but three trophies this year. You’re proud of him, if you don’t tell him. You don’t tell him often because you know there’s a line you both tend to cross and you are trying to behave because you have a daughter together and you need to set the example for her.
“It’s okay. How is everyone doing? I can hear Jack from here.” You notice during the moments of silence Jack’s thick accent screaming nonsense. You are positive most of them is drunk and the rest is trying to look after their mess. You turn around, watching the few rays of the moon light slip past the curtains. Your bed is too big for just one person, it’s what you think whilst Rúben talks about Kyle taking Jack off a chair. It feels so natural and familiar that it hurts you deeply. Rúben doesn’t say it but he knows you should be there as well. He thought about it when he saw Haaland’s girlfriend and then he is reminded of it every time he comes across the couples on the team.
“Well congratulate them on my behalf. I’ll text them in the morning.” Even though you don’t see them nearly as much since you only go to the games when Francisca wants to see her father, you still like to think you are still friends with most of Rúben’s teammates. He gives his word he’ll do what you’ve asked and then silence falls upon you two again. You don’t know whether you should hang up or wait for him to say something. But you’re scared of what drunk Rúben could innocently admit. You don’t want to deal with it in the morning.
“I’ll leave you to it then. Have a good night, Rubs.” His nickname slips past your lips before you can even stop it and you bite your bottom lip. Shit. Rúben freezes on the spot: he hasn’t heard you calling him that for months now. He doesn’t say anything at first, elaborating your words but his mind works slower and he can’t help but let the emotions get the best of him.
“I love you, y/n.” He admits, sighing right after because he’s just taken a massive weight off his chest. But you hold your breath and freeze. You know he’s drunk but you also know it’s not a good excuse. You let out a sigh of distress.
“Rúben… You’re drunk.” You try to lie to him, gaslight him into thinking he’s just horny and on the high of his victory. But he knows it’s not just the need to fuck someone. It’s the need to have you there by his side. The Portuguese shakes his head in disagreement even if you can’t see him. You always do this: try to talk on his behalf, as if you could know his feelings better than him.
“I am but it still doesn’t change anything, y/n.” He states. He knows he shouldn’t have brought this up but now it’s done and he doesn’t want to spend the rest of the night thinking about you. He wants you to tell the truth, whether it’s the one he wants to hear or not. You sit up, leaning against the headboard and finally turning on the small light on your nightstand.
“I don’t want to talk about this again, Rubs. We’ve taken a decision and we have to respect it. We can’t go back and forth like teenagers. We have a daughter.” You explain all over again and it just infuriates him how you make it look so easy, like it doesn’t effect, like you didn’t date him for years, like it’s nothing but a compromise to you.
“No, you’ve taken a decision, I just had to accept the consequences. I never wanted us to break up in the first place.” He finally gets to tell you his truth, the one you’ve been trying to run away from. It’s almost ironic how the tables have turned: he’s usually the rational one, but right now he can’t help but pour his heart out to you through a stupid call. You should be there.
“Then why didn’t you say something before?” You aren’t going to sit there and let him think he’s in the right, because he’s not. And Rúben knows it too. He should have said something, he should have stopped you. But he was scared so he chose silence over love and he regrets it every single day.
“Because I thought you didn’t love me anymore, y/n. I still think you don’t but I’m just tired of having to lie to myself about it. I should’ve fought for us more I know, I’m sorry.” You wish you couldn’t hear him, you wish you had ignored his call, you wish he was just enjoying his night with his mates. Rúben leans against the railing, watching over the lights of Manchester as he waits for an answer, a sign from you. You play with your bracelet, the one you have matching with Francisca. Even admitting that you still had feelings for him, you aren’t sure it’d be a good thing to give it another try. What if it goes wrong again? What if either of you messes up? What if Francisca has to see her father leave again? It wouldn’t be fair.
“Are you there?” He asks after moments of silence. You let out a deep sigh. It’s almost four in the morning and you have to talk about the problem that has given you crypnotyte for the last months. Rúben doesn’t want to stay there anymore. He doesn’t want to stay anywhere if you’re not with him. He doesn’t even let you answer, he hangs up and calls a cab. He has to look at you in the face. He has to see it with his own eyes. The drive to your place isn’t that long but in the meantime you are left confused in your bed. What has just happened? Maybe some of his friends have taken his phone away, after all they are celebrating. Maybe it’s for the best, you shouldn’t be discussing this matter through the phone at four in the morning. But now you are nowhere close to be sleepy. Then suddenly you hear your phone again.
From: Rúben
Open the door
You should be more surprised than you actually are but you’ve known Rúben long enough and this is exactly the type of things he’d do. You get up and throw on a hoodie before walking to the front door and opening. Rúben looks up from his phone and his eyes set on you. Seeing you in just your pajamas makes his heart skip a beat. He misses the domesticity of your relationship. You let him in without uttering a word and lead him inside the kitchen, where you pour him a big glass of water. If you really have to talk about you two you need him as sober as possible.
“I’m sorry for popping by without a warning and for waking you up in the first place. But I’m not sorry for what I said.” He starts off strong. He looks at you with his big brown eyes, his fingers playing with the droplets of water that have fallen down the glass. You are sitting on the stool in front of him.
“And what if next month we change our minds? What if in two weeks I get tired of your lifestyle? Or you get annoyed by mine? What if we were right in the first place? What it we’re better off on our own? I don’t care if you break my heart, Rúben, but we can’t do this to our daughter.” You admit. He knows your concerns are funded and you’re right but he simply doesn’t want to keep living like two strangers. You take a sip of your own water and enjoy the silence between the two of you. It’s been hard being separated and having to share the most beautiful things that ever came from you two. But you would do anything to make Francisca happy, even if it means not giving the man you love another chance. You have seen the disappointment, the hurt, the pain on her face when you gave her the news of your breakup. She didn’t like it but she eventually accepted it.
“Do you remember when you gave birth to Francisca? I was on the other side of Manchester, I had just finished playing and I barely heard my phone ring in my bag. Fuck, it took me thirty minutes to come to the hospital. When I stepped in the room I immediately took your hand. I knew you needed me in that moment just I needed you as well. I couldn’t handle you screaming out of pain but we pushed through, together. I looked at you the whole time because even under those circumstances you were still the woman of my life. When I cut the umbilical cord and took a look at Cisca, fuck I was even more sure I was meant for this, that we were meant to be. Point is, y/n, I don’t know what will be doing in a month from now or if it’s the right thing to do. But I can’t spend another day wishing you were with me and not being able to tell you.” Rúben speaks for what feels like an hour or maybe it’s just because you’re caught up on the train of memories to notice the time that passes by. You remember that day perfectly but you’ve never really seen it from his point of view. It melts and breaks your heart to hear those words. You don’t reply right away, taking some time to reflect on his speech.
“Mommy? Daddy?” You are interrupted by your little one stepping in the light. You stand up instantly as if you had just been caught doing something you shouldn’t. Rúben turns around and smiles at his daughter who runs into his arms. She presses kisses to his cheek as she congratulates him profusely.
“Is daddy sleeping over?” She asks and you gulp. Letting him come inside might not have been the best idea. Rúben tells her he’s just come over to see her even if it’s 4 am. They start talking in Portuguese as you pour yourself some more water. Then you stop to look at them. You watch them. He’s always been so sweet to her. Not that you are surprised. But you have never seen him this soft, sweet and calm before your daughter. Having a child did change the both of you after all.
Rúben kisses her forehead as Francisca slowly falls back into sleep in his arms. Rúben shifts her so he rests her head on his shoulder and looks up at you.
“I’ll put her in bed and leave. We’ll talk about this another time.” He leaves you alone in the kitchen. He knows the way to her room. He used to live in here. You leave the room as well and wait for him in the living room. You’re overwhelmed by emotions and your feelings are all over the place. You’ve been so busy with your job, your daughter, your life that you haven’t had any time left to think about your situation. Rúben comes out of her room and head towards the door.
“Rubs, wait…—you stop him in his tracks— you can stay over for the night.” You say feeling your heart almost jumping out of your ribcage. It’s not easy to let your walls down after getting hurt by this same relationship. Rúben bites his bottom lip.
“And then what?” He genuinely asks. Your lips curve into a smile as you take his hand into yours.
“Then we can talk about it for breakfast.” You haven’t felt so free and happy in a long time and Rúben hasn’t smiled so genuinely for months. He doesn’t say anything, he simply follows you to your bedroom to get at least those five hours of sleep.
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