#ruben dias angst

[digitaldiarystuff]

I Hate You

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summary: you and Ruben are haters with benefits when suddenly, you start craving for more

pairing: Ruben Dias x Y/N

genre: angst, fluff, maybe a little suggestive it’s a mix of everything really

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You were about to fall asleep when you heard the door slam meaning Ruben was gone. Today was a stressful day at work and all you wanted to do was to forget, which is why you called him drunk. Your arrangement with him was simple, you hated each other any time other than when you were fucking. It started when you shouted at each other at a house party and ended in you getting screwed against the door of a bathroom mumbling ‘I hate you’s and ‘I know’s.

That’s when you made a deal, this was the only way you could blow off some steam and be in each other’s presence. You of course kept this a secret from everyone, they would never approve of you being haters with benefits with Ruben but you weren’t complaining. It wasn’t emotional, just physical but tonight after having a terrible day with your boss screaming at you nonstop, you wished you could ask him to stay. However, you bit your tongue and let him go, just like every other time.

Your cravings for affection didn’t stop there, you were constantly feeling lonely and this caused in an increase in your calls for Ruben. Before this you called each other maybe once a week but now your hand was reaching to your phone every other day. You could feel his gaze on you wondering what’s going on but he knew you weren’t that close so he never asked. You, once again called him at 1 and he answered groggily.

“Hey”

“Hey, I’m sorry were you sleeping?” you asked already regretting it.

“Yeah, what’s up?” he sounded so tired and you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him to come to you.

“I was just calling to see if I can come over?” This was the first time you were offering to drive to his, any other time you’d meet at your place because it was way more convenient for you.

“I actually have an early training tomorrow and as much as I’d like to shut your fierce mouth, I’m gonna have to pass.” he said and you could hear the smirk on his lips.

“I hate you.” you said

“I know baby.” he replied knowing how much you hated pet names, but this one only made you sad. You hung up with an empty feeling, was this sudden neediness caused by him or by you going through tough times, you wondered. It didn’t matter since either way, Ruben wasn’t the answer for your problems. You hated him and he hated you and you were just fuck buddies.

You tried sleeping but couldn’t so that’s when you decided to open your dating app, you used it every once in a while but stopped after your first time with Ruben. You never had a rule about being exclusive but he fulfilled your every need so you didn’t have the need to look for someone else but tonight, you were lonely and in need of company and you also needed to get Ruben out of your mind at least for a while.

That’s how you met Luke, he matched with you almost immediately and was happy to meet you at this hour. After some inspection you figured it wouldn’t hurt to have him come over and he obliged. He was a very handsome and tall guy with mid length light brown hair and green eyes.

“Hey” you opened the door and he was standing there with a small bouquet of flowers.

“Hi, how did you find an open flower shop?”

“Oh I was just keeping these in the freezer in case a pretty girl like you asked me to come over.” he sassily said.

You spent some time getting to know each other over glasses of wine since you just met and one thing led to another and you found yourself on his lap while he was kissing along your neck and exposed breasts. You were so lost in the moment you didn’t even see the text Ruben sent you.

“Are you still awake?”

You and Luke finished shortly after, which wasn’t anything compared to what you had with Ruben. It was good and you had an orgasm but it lacked the passion you and Ruben shared. When you had sex, it was hot and full of emotion even if they were hatred but you and Luke just satisfied each other. You asked him to stay the night and he could leave in the morning since it was late and he agreed. You were in mood for some cuddles and he gave them to you.

In the morning when you woke up he was already gone and you felt relief. You weren’t in the mood for an awkward conversation where he thinks you’re in love with him but you also couldn’t deny feeling a presence in the bed while sleeping made you feel better and you wished it was Ruben holding you.

It was now 4 p.m. and you were pretty much done for the day, sitting in your office when the door knocked. You went to get it and were surprised to see Ruben standing there.

“What are you doing here?” you asked still mad about last night.

“Hello to you too Y/N, I’m good by the way.” he smiled annoyingly and pushed the door open inviting himself in.

“Ruben I’m serious, why are you here?” you asked as he walked in the kitchen to get something to drink but his steps came to a halt suddenly and you were confused. You followed his gaze and found why he’s being weird. His eyes were set on the flowers Luke brought.

“Who are these from?” he asked after a moment nonchalantly but he slowly walked over to them to find a card inside.

“Just a friend.” you replied not knowing how to put it.

“Do I know the said friend?” he was trying so hard to not be obvious but it was clear he was interested. That’s when you decided to tease him.

“No, you don’t.”

“And he sent you flowers because…” he trailed off hoping you’d finish his sentence.

“He didn’t send me flowers Ruben, look why are we talking about this, why are you here?”

“You didn’t answer my text and I was worried you did something to yourself because you couldn’t have me.” he pouted and you remembered why you hate him, so full of himself.

“I saw your text today but I was busy.”

You walked over to the living space and he followed you.

“Hey, what did you mean when you said he didn’t send me flowers?” he inquired.

“Ruben what’s this interrogation about some flowers?” you asked annoyed.

“Just tell me” he pleaded.

“He didn’t send them, he brought them.”

“When?” his head snapped back.

“Last night.” you answered truthfully

His eyes immediately turned darker and his jaw clenched. You averted your gaze feeling weird about the whole situation. You didn’t think he would be bothered by this.

“I didn’t realize you were seeing other people.” he mumbled under his breath but still kept his cool.

“I mean we’re allowed to, aren’t we? I was feeling lonely and he agreed to keep me company.” you jabbed making him realize this was after Ruben turned you down.

“I didn’t know…” The room fell silent neither of you dared to speak. You took a deep breath.

“Ruben this whole deal isn’t working out for me, I don’t want someone to leave the second they come, I don’t need any titles or a ring but I need more than just hate sex.” you finally confessed.

“I- uhm” he couldn’t even form a sentence but this was enough for you.

“Look I’m not pressuring you into anything Ruben, it’s just, I don’t think this is going to work out.” you breathed and he had a sad face throughout your conversation.

The talk ended minutes ago but Ruben didn’t move a muscle to get out, nor did he speak.

“Are you okay?” you finally asked concerned about his demeanor.

“Yeah, I just think you’d never feel like…” he trailed off again.

“Like what?”

“Like I do.” he said as your eyes met, you couldn’t even tell if he was being serious.

“Ruben look if this is a sick joke, I swear…”

“No Y/N this isn’t a joke. Believe me, it’s been torture pretending like I still hated you because you were definitely doing so and I thought I was going crazy.” he rambled on as you grabbed his collar and crashed your lips into his.

He quickly reciprocated and deepened the kiss while lifting you up just for you to sit on top of him. You hungrily attacked his neck and a loud moan escaped his lips at the contact. You used this opportunity to remove his shirt and kept exploring his body while his hands were on your hips slowly helping you roll back and forth and this time, it was his lips on your neck and behind your ear.

“Ruben” you mewled “Take me to the bedroom”

He happily obliged carefully sitting up and carrying you with your legs wrapped around his waist. He was holding you like you weighted nothing. As he was passing by your kitchen he made a stop, slowly going in. You were utterly confused but let him do so, he held one hand under your hips while picking the flowers from the vase and throwing them in the bin. He definitely was a petty man, your petty man.

“I hate you.” you laughed but didn’t even care about the flowers.

“I know” he smiled back continuing kissing you.

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[nosugarallspice]

phrase 29 & scenario 30 w/ ruben dias?

You got it 👍🏽

Minors DNI!!

Word Count: 321

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“Doing so good, baby.” Ruben praised, his fingers buried deep inside your cunt, your juices dripping down his hand.

Your eyes were squeezed shut, thighs trembling as you did your best with keeping them open for him.

Ruben leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “Wanna cum on my fingers or my mouth?”

“B-both.” You whimper, moving your hips as his fingers work inside of you.

He looked up, a smirk spread across his lips, “yeah?” His movements began to slow.

“Like this?” He smiles, leaning down, his fingers part your folds, his tongue licking along your slit, teasing your entrance before moving up to your clit, sucking gently as his fingers curled inside of you.

You gasp, throwing your head back into the pillows. “Yes, oh yes!” You cry out, bucking your hips.

Your hands resting on the back of his head, pushing him further in between your thighs.

“Does this feel good?” His brown eyes peek up at you from in between your legs, the squelching noise becoming louder as his fingers move faster.

Nodding your head frantically, another cry escaping you as his fingers brush against your sweet spot over and over again.

Your eyes roll back, breathy moans leaving your lips as your back arches. “So good, it feels so so good.” You moan.

Ruben placed his arm across your lower stomach to keep you in place as you began to squirm.

“Ruben, please.” A whimper fell from your lips as your legs started to shake again, trying your best to hold back as the knot formed in your stomach.

He knew you were close, just by the way your walls clenched around his fingers - “I know, baby.” He murmured, his tongue circling your sensitive bud, pushing you over the edge.

“Oh god- oh fuck!” You cried out, back arching as your orgasm took over, his name falling from your lips over and over again.

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[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Ghosted

Some Ruben angst to bless your feed. 😁 The picture is giving anxious Ruben.

Summary - Ruben and Reader has a fight whilst Ruben is on vacation with his friends.

Enjoy!

Ruben's friends teased him about it. About how the two of you had gotten into a fight over some picture of him in the club last night. He was still on vacation whilst you were at home in Manchester, working. The fight had happened over the phone. The phone that you currently weren't answering.

"Come on Ruben." His friends said. "Forget about her. We are on vacation for fucksake."

They had rented a small yacht for the day and blasted music loud enough to scare the fishes away. Ruben, however, was unable to enjoy himself. His thoughts were still of you and the fight you had. At one point Ruben looked so miserable that his brother took him aside. "Man, just call her and apologize." He said.

"You think so?"

Ruben's brother seemed to be the only one who understood the effect the fight with you had on him. His brother knew exactly how much you meant to Ruben.

"You know how women can get. The girls at the club were all over you last night. What did you expect her reaction to be seeing that picture that José posted?"

Ruben nodded. "You're probably right, I should call her. Tell José to delete that picture of me form his Instagram."

"Sure will brother. And here..." Ruben's brother tossed him his phone. "Since she won't answer when you call." He grinned.

Ruben waited until sundown, when the party on the boat had quiet down a bit and the guys were in their feels from all the alcohol.

"Hello?" You answered.

"It's me. " He said.

"God Ruben, you scared me."

"I did. Why?"

"Well, since it was your brother's number calling I thought somthing might have happened to you."

You still worried about him. A good sign, Ruben thought.

"What do you want?" You said, trying to maintain your angry voice even though you slipped up just then.

"I just called to say I'm sorry."

"You're sorry, for what?" You were hard on him, knowing he was just trying to break bread.

"For letting José post that picture of me and that girl?"

"And?"

"And the fight we had over the phone."

"And...?"

"I swear to God Y/N I'll apologize for whatever, but I can't come up with anything else I did wrong." Ruben ran a hand down his face. He was miserable. The long distance between you was one thing, but arguing with you from a long distance he simply couldn't do.

"Ruben I don't want you to make a list of apologies."

"No?"

"Of course not. I understand you're with your friends enjoying your well deserved vacation. But the way you spoke to me over the phone, like I was some annoying side piece you are fucking. I dunno Ruben, but it made me feel like you were trying to be something you're not in front of your friends. And if that is the case I don't think that it's going to work out between us."

"It's not...I mean I'm not!" Ruben exclaimed. "I'm not trying to be somone I'm not. I admit that I got a bit carried away during our fight, but your name you must believe me when I say that you're not some side piece. To me you're the main fucking course."

"Ruben." You chuckled.

Your laughter seemed to mend the sharp pain that he had felt in the pit of his stomach. It also restored his entire mood.

"I made you laugh. " He mumbled.

"Yeah, so?" You giggled.

"Does it mean you forgive me?"

"I forgive you."

"Good." All was well, he thought.

"But tell those Ibizian bitches to stay off my man!"

Ruben chuckled. "I'll be sure to tell them that."

#fanfiction #man city #manchester city #ruben dias x reader #football imagine #ruben dias #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias angst #footballer x reader #football angst #footballer imagine #football x reader #football #love and desire

[pensat-i-fet]

All yours (Rúben Dias x Reader)

**So I got a couple of requests to write about being on holiday with Rúben after he posted some holiday content. And a more specific one involved this sort of fwb situation with some jealousy in the mix that inspired me a lot. And this is what I came up with. I always appreciate any feedback but this time it'd be interesting to know your thoughts since the tone and vibe (not the topic itself completely) of this is similar to a Rúben series I need to continue working on. So it'd be amazing to know how you guys feel about it. Enjoy reading!! ❤️**

Word count: 2947

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"You're coming with us to our holiday, right?", asked Rúben when you got out of the shower.

"I don't know".

"What do you mean you don't know? You've travelled with us for the last 5 years. Do you have better plans?"

"I just…I don't know if it's the best idea now that…you know".

He got closer to you, smirking. "I might be having memory problems. Now that what?"

"You'll have other problems if you don't remove that annoying smug grin from your ugly face", you said, rolling your eyes and making him laugh.

When you tried to walk towards your closet, he stopped you wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Do you mean", he said, leaving kisses on your neck, "now that we stay in each other's beds instead of the guest rooms during our sleepovers? Because I only see that as a bigger reason for you to be there. I'm sure we'll find a way to have some alone time".

"But this is just something casual, Rúben. You’ve said it many times. What if I cockblock you? Or worse…you cockblock me!"

You noticed his arms holding you tighter for a heartbeat before he let go of you.

"We'll be fine. Please come with us, the boys always want you there. I want you there. You know that".

There was something in his tone that made you stop. Did he sound a bit…sad? But why would he? It’s just the summer holidays.

“Where are you going anyway? Same as always?”

“No, we’re going to Miami”.

He looked at your reaction, knowing you’d wanted to visit Miami for years. That was actually one of the reasons why he suggested that place as an option in the first place.

“I mean…”.

“I’ll send you the info when I finish booking everything”.

“I didn’t say yes, Rúben”.

“You said it with your eyes”.

“Oh yeah? What are my eyes saying now?”, you asked, glaring at him. “Stop smirking! You’re so annoying!”

"We are going to have so much fun!"

"Nothing is going to happen there. No one can know about this…arrangement. Or we'll never hear the end of it".

"Try and be a bit more quiet, then".

He was still laughing when the pillow hit his face and you took that opportunity to go get dressed. And to start planning what to pack for Miami.

                                      **

"I'm so hungover", you said when your little group of friends was waiting at the airport for your flight to the US.

"You sit with Rúben, then. He's probably still hungover too from the celebrations".

"As long as he doesn't puke again…".

"You're all so funny", said Rúben, rolling his eyes. He wasn't hungover but really tired after such a long season.

"You take the window seat. I'll be sleeping most of the time, anyway".

"Ok".

Trying to get comfortable, you started to notice it was a bit chilly on the plane.

"I need my jacket and your brother has my bag. I'll be right back", you said, trying to get up but Rúben stopped you.

"Just wear my hoodie", he took it off and put it in your lap, but instead of taking it you just stared at it. "What?"

"It's just that, wearing your clothes…that’s like couple stuff. And we’re not a couple".

"It's something you've done your entire life. Don't try to make it weird just because we are sleeping together now".

"Rúben!", your eyes widened and you also noticed the man sitting to your left staring at you two.

But he just shrugged and put his headphones on, ready to watch a movie. So you took the hoodie and put it on before trying to fall asleep quickly. But seeing Rúben sitting next to you made it harder to sleep. This whole friends with benefits thing was fun. I mean, it was Rúben you got to sleep with. But it was also…weird. You had always been friends and how were you supposed to go back to just friends once one of you found a partner? And why did that idea feel so wrong right now?

"Can't sleep?", he asked when he looked at you and saw you staring at his movie.

You shook your head, sighing.

"Come here".

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. Come closer so you can cuddle me. You'll fall asleep quicker".

"You think so highly of yourself, Dias…".

But you did as he said, moving closer so you could put your arms around his waist and place your head on his chest. His arm was around your shoulder and his hand kept caressing the top of your arm. And even if you were overanalyzing a gesture that was so normal for you two, in just a couple of minutes, you were already sleeping.

                                          **

Sleeping on the plane meant you were ready to enjoy the rest of the day once you landed in Miami. Everyone else just wanted to go to the beach and rest but you were itching to go out to explore the city.

"Come on!! It's so early. Let's go find somewhere to eat and then we can walk around the area".

"I'll go with you".

When Rúben spoke, everyone looked at him and you started to worry about them suspecting something. He was always volunteering to be with you, no matter what you suggested.

"Cool, Rúben can go with you and be your bodyguard for tonight".

"Bodyguard?"

"We aren't going to let you run around all alone in a foreign country…and at night".

"You don't even let me run around my hometown", you muttered, rolling your eyes at how overprotective they all were.

"You are like a little sister to us. We have to protect you. So off you go with big bro Rúben".

Shaking your head, you turned to leave the hotel, noticing Rúben right behind you.

For the first couple of minutes, you two walked in silence. You were too busy staring at your surroundings to say anything. And then you noticed Rúben putting his arm around your shoulders.

"What are you doing?"

"There are some weird guys looking at you".

"Thank you, big brother. What would I do without your protection?"

Rúben didn't find your sarcasm funny and when you were walking past an alley a couple of seconds later, he made you both walk inside it so he could push you against the wall and kiss you.

"I'm not your brother".

"You aren't my boyfriend either".

He shook his head, looking like he wanted to say more but not doing it. "Let's keep walking".

When you got back to the hotel, a part of you was hoping he would ask you to go to his room. Or that he would follow you to yours but he only wished you a goodnight and left you outside of the lift.

That's where you found him and the rest of the gang the next morning.

"Ready for today?"

"What's the plan?", you asked, hoping they didn't just plan on staying at the beach all day.

"Breakfast, beach, sightseeing and night out".

"I love that plan", you said, clapping your hands. "Maybe we can go shopping too".

After you had some breakfast, you moved to the private area of the beach so you could relax on the sunbeds for a couple of hours.

"I need sunscreen on my back!", you said, lifting your arm that held the bottle until someone grabbed it. You didn't even know who did, but when you placed your head on the sunbed, you saw Rúben sitting a couple of sunbeds away from you. So it wasn't him.

You closed your eyes, trying to relax. But anyone who bothered looking at Rúben's face would have noticed the tension in his features. He knew neither his brother nor his friends were interested in you in that way. They really meant it when they said you were like a sister to them. But still, seeing another man's hands on your body filled him with rage. He wanted to be the one putting the cream on your back and shoulders, leaving kisses all over your body while he applied it. But he had to look from afar. And it ruined his mood for the whole day.

By the time you made it to the hotel, you only had 30 minutes to get ready. But you already planned some cute outfits for the nights out so you ended up getting ready in less than half an hour.

"You're wearing that?"

His friend's words made Rúben look up.

"We are not doing this, boys. It's just a dress".

"One of us by your side the whole time, yeah", they joked.

"You'll have to catch me first!", you laughed, running outside of the hotel and making all your friends get up quickly to follow you.

You were so busy looking behind you that you didn't notice someone walking in front of you until you bumped into him.

"Oh my God! Sorry".

"It's ok", he said, holding your arm to steady you. "Are you ok? Were you running away from someone?"

His concern made you smile. And the fact that he was cute didn't hurt. "My friends but as a joke. They are alright…and right there".

"And they are all men".

"Yeah", you laughed. "But they act like little boys most of the time".

When they got to where you, and a stranger, were, they didn't know what to do. It was always hilarious to you how they didn't understand the concept of you talking to other men. You were one of the lads to them, but in moments like that, they realized you weren't a lad.

"We were going to grab a drink at a bar, do you want to come with us?"

"Sure", the guy, Sean, said. And you introduced him to everyone before making your way to the bar.

To say that Rúben wasn't happy would be an understatement. He just kept staring at you and Sean, while you were laughing and dancing. It should be him doing that with you, not a random dude whose last name you didn't even know.

"Another drink? How obvious".

"What are you muttering, grumpy?", asked his brother, who knew more than you and Rúben thought.

"Nothing…but I mean, what's that? The third drink he buys for her? We all know what he's trying to do".

"We are here to avoid that, stop worrying. No one is hurting her while we are around".

"I don't know. Maybe she wants it. Maybe she wants him".

Everyone could hear the bitterness in Rúben's voice.

"When she should want you, right?"

Rúben cleared his throat, not wanting to look at his brother after being so obvious.

"Do you think I don't know about you two?"

That made him look. "How would you…".

"You're not as discreet as you think you are but I get you wanted to keep it a secret so whatever", he shrugged. "What I didn't know was that there was more".

"More?"

"You couldn't be more jealous, Rúben".

"It's just something casual. But she's my friend…".

"No, she's my friend. That's why I'm careful to look her way every once in a while just in case she needs me. You are just looking at him and fantasizing about breaking his nose, probably".

Rúben shook his head and left to go to the bathroom. He just needed to splash some cold water on his face to hopefully get his common sense back. You were just friends with benefits. He didn't get to be jealous.

"Hey, bro".

Of course, it had to be Sean who he found in the bathroom. "Hey! Having a good time?"

"Do you have to ask?", he laughed, and Rúben didn't like that laugh at all. "Your friend is so hot. Is she good in bed too? She has to be, right?"

"How would I know? She's just my friend".

"Right…if my group of friends had a hot chick like her in it, we would all be just friends. Of course".

"What are you insinuating about her?".

Sean didn't realise how much bigger than him Rúben was until they were almost face to face.

"The way you all joke, the way she dresses…and she just invited me to buy her drinks before she even asked my name. Do you want me to believe you haven't all at least tried it once? I know girls like her".

Rúben pushed Sean against the wall, lowering his voice to try to not make a scene. But making sure his voice was menacing enough for Sean to get the message that he could break his nose, like his brother suggested, very easily.

"You don't know her at all. And what you're going to do is go out and excuse yourself and leave. Or you'll regret every word you've said about her…and all the ones you thought but didn't say out loud. Am I clear?"

Sean swallowed and nodded. And Rúben moved back just enough to allow him to leave the bathroom but to also take note of how strong Rúben really was.

He took a couple of deep breaths before going out and when he did, he couldn't believe what he saw. Not only was Sean still there, one of his hands was on your waist and he was whispering things in your ear.

Without saying a word to anyone, he walked towards you two and when Sean saw him, he just smiled.

"You don't want to make a scene here, do you?"

"What are you talking about?", you asked, looking from Sean to Rúben, confused about the whole situation.

"We are leaving", said Rúben, grabbing your hand so you can follow him.

"What? No! Why would I leave? I'm chatting with Sean".

"The guy who calls you a whore the moment you're not around? No, you are coming with me".

"He called her a what?"

All of your friends were now surrounding Sean. But you didn't care about any of them, tired of their overprotective nature towards you. So you let go of Rúben's hand and got out of the bar.

Rúben followed you, worried about your reaction.

"Wait! Stop walking. You're not even going in the right direction!"

"Maybe I'm going in the right direction because I'm going as far away from you as possible!"

"You didn't hear what he said about you. It was disgusting".

"If I want to be with a disgusting guy, it's my problem!"

"Now you're being ridiculous. Should we let you be taken advantage of?"

You finally stopped walking and turned to look at Rúben.

"What do you want from me? You are confusing me so much that my head is fucking spinning! First, you want us to just be fuck buddies and nothing else. Then you act all jealous whenever I talk to a guy but you keep on going out with girls so…how does that work? Do I get to be jealous too? Or it's only you who can?"

Rúben didn't know what to say. Because he was the first one confused by what he felt.

"What is it, Rúben? Because I don't know. And now you do what? Defend my honour? As if you were my boyfriend".

"You didn't hear what he said about you", he repeated, still mad at Sean's words.

"Let me guess. He thinks I'm fucking all of you, right? Like literally every man I meet that finds out I have a group of friends with only men in it", when you saw Rúben's face, you let out a sad laugh. "He was going to be a one-night stand, Rúben. Not my future husband. Who cares what he thinks about me?"

"I do! Hearing him say those things about you…".

"I said it the other day and I'll say it again. Rúben, you aren't my boyfriend. Stop acting like you are".

He swore under his breath when you started to walk again.

"Let's change that, then".

"Change what?"

"Let me be your boyfriend".

This time you stopped walking but feared turning to face him. Those were the words you had been dying to hear since the day you kissed while watching a movie months ago. You expected him to tell you he felt the same way about you. That he had been in love with you for years too. But he just proposed the stupid friends with benefits arrangement. And you said yes because at least you got to have him in some way. But it wasn't enough. You kept pushing him, telling him you weren’t a couple when he acted like your boyfriend. You wanted him to react. And he finally did.

"Don't just say it because you are angry at a dude calling me names, Rúben. You don't get to play with my feelings like that".

"I'm not playing. I thought I was scared of losing you as a friend but…I was just scared of facing my feelings. Of telling you how I felt and seeing you rejecting me".

"How do you feel?"

"I love you. And I know it's not the first time I tell you that but …I don't mean love as a friend. I mean, that too, of course. But I'm also in love with you. And I have been for a while"

He didn't know how to interpret the tears in your eyes. But a hug was always a good option, right?

"I love you too. But I need all of you, Rúben. Not just the little bits I've been getting these past months. It’s all or nothing".

"You have it all. All of it. I'm all yours. And I need you to be mine".

"I already am".

#ruben dias #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias one shot #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias x y/n #ruben dias fluff #ruben dias angst #footballer imagine #footballer one shot #footballer x reader #footballer x y/n #footballer fluff #footballer angst

[rubendiasthoughts]

Hi girliepops ❤

This is a little blurb about you and Ruben finding out that you are pregnant and the pregancy wasn't planned. I hope you guys like it, you can let me know what you think. Sending so much love ❣️

Unexpected pregnancy with Ruben Dias:

You were sat on top of the countertop of your boyfriend's bathroom, as you felt a sharp ache in your stomach, caused by the racing thoughts going through your head. Your boyfriend stood right in front of you, his hands resting on your thighs, gently caressing them in an effort to calm down your nerves.

"What are we gonna do if it's positive?" you whispered, hiding your face in your hands, the tears in your eyes threatening to spill. Not a moment has passed and you felt a pair of strong hands tearing your hands away from your face. Ruben grabbed your jaw gently and moved your head up, to make your eyes meet.

"Then we will deal with it. I promise I am going to take care of you, no matter what it's gonna be, okay?" he asked, looking you straight in the eye. He waited for you to give him a nod, before pressing a kiss to your temple, his hand caressing your cheek.

You wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him closer to you. He made himself comfortable between your legs, as you layed your head on his chest. Ruben put his hand on your back, rubbing it, as he let his head rest on top of yours.

The thoughts going through his mind very similar to those in yours. Part of him scared of what the future holds. Scared of taking on such a big responsibility. But he tried to put his best face on for you, he didn't want to freak you out even more. He wanted to be a rock for you in this moment. And truth be told, there was also a little part of him, that couldn't help but feel happy at the thought of a tiny human being that would be the mix of him and you.

He moved one of his hands up to your hair, stroking it slowly, as he listened to your fastening heartbeat. A couple of your tears fell on his shirt, leaving a wet spot behind.

The quiet sobs you were letting out into his chest got interrupted by the noise of your phone's alarm going off. You felt like you couldn't breathe, as you raised your head from his chest, realising it was time to finally know the result.

You looked at Ruben, the image of him blurred, because of the tears that were still welling up in your eyes.

"You check it." you told him. He gave you a nod and pulled away, making his way to where the stick was laying on the counter. You bit down on your lip, your fingers anxiously grabbing the edge of the countertop, as you watched him take the pregnancy test in his hands. He looked at it for a few seconds, his face not giving anything away.

"What is it, Ruben?" you asked, closing your eyes in anticipation. You heard him put the stick down, and after just couple of seconds you felt his arms wrap around you.

"It's positive, baby." he said softly. His lips pressed kisses to the top of your head, as he heard the noises you were letting out, as you tried to hold back the sobs leaving your mouth. Your hand held onto his bicep tightly, as the tears streamed down your face.

"Shhh, it's gonna be alright. We are gonna be alright, angel" he assured you in a quiet whisper, his cheek resting on top of your head.

After a few minutes have passed, your breathing calmed down. You started slowly organizing the messy thoughts in your head. You pulled your face away from Ruben's chest, looking up at him. The fingers of his right hand went to your cheek, caressing your soft skin.

"We're gonna be alright, yeah?" he asked you, his eyes focused on your flushed face, looking for some sort of assurance in your eyes.

"Yeah." you whispered, nodding your head, making a soft smile appear on his face.

#ruben dias #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #footballer x you #ruben dias blurb #ruben dias imagine #footballer blurb #ruben dias fluff #ruben dias angst #footballer angst #footballer x y/n #ruben dias x you #ruben dias x reader #footballer fluff

[findingnemosworld]

𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 - 𝐫𝐮́𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐬

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 ( 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐦 𝐢 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨?

[ 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 ]

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐚𝐦 𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝? 𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲.

previously on 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫

a few kisses later, they adjusted themselves ready to sneak out when all of a sudden they hear their names uttered with a confused tone, causing them to turn around simultaneously to find bernando standing there with a confused expression, " what -uh- .. . what is this? "

the pair stand there dumbfounded, as they are finally coming face to face with the consequence of keeping their affair a secret, now they had no choice but to admit everything.

______________________________________________________________

( now )

" you're dating him!! since when? "

to say that bernando was seething would be an understatement, he had never truly cared for rúben's dating habits, knowing well enough that it was his preference and his preference alone - yet the last thing he expected was for rúben to after her, his sister. " i ... this can't be happening " he mutters.

" nando, calm down please " ines sighs.

" no! " bernando interjects. " how can i be calm when my best friend was sleeping with my baby sister? "

ines rolls her eyes, " your baby sister is no longer a baby "

" ha! good luck getting that through his thick head " she murmurs under her breath.

bernando shot her a deadly glare, " i can’t let this relationship continue "

" nando, for the love of god she’s a grown up and rúben loves her " ines said.

" he doesn’t know a damn thing about love ines, have you not seen his past flings? " bernando said.

" ironic that you’re talking since before ines you weren’t exactly a saint " she retorts.

ines shot her a glare, silently asking her to remain quiet as she turned to her husband and said. " nando, listen … your sister, she’s not a kid anymore, she’s in her twenties and is responsible for her decision, plus the way i see it, rúben seems like he cares about her "

" no … i won’t be convinced no matter what you say " bernando ststes then turns to his sister, " if you love me, you’ll end it with rúben, because i will not sit here and watch him toy with you then throw you like you were nothing to him "

" you’re joking? do i look sixteen to you? i love rúben and so does he " she said.

" either you break it off or you’ll lose your brother " bernando said.

ines gasps, " nando what are you doing? you can’t do this to her "

" i can, when it comes to my sister, i can so … " bernando turns to her, " what will be your pick? "

her eyes gloss as she observed the determination in bernando’s eyes, " i … " she couldn’t even speak as she stormed out of their house.

ines tried to stop her yet failed to, she then turned to bernando. " i cannot believe you, she’s not a child, she’s a grown up " she cried.

" ines you don’t know rúben, ever since things ended with april, he hasn’t been the same — he sees women as a mere way to pass time and i won’t let my sister become a notch on that belt of his " bernando states.

ines sighs, she reached for her phone to try and call her yet to no avail, she just hoped that she won’t do anything stupid, and boy was she in for a treat.

that night, rúben was in his kitchen when the sound of the doorbell interrupted his train of his thoughts, confused — he made his way to the door to check; with a broad smile, he opens the door and was about to greet her with a kiss when he noticed her dejected expression. " meu amor " he whispers.

" i’m sorry " was all she could whisper as she embraced him, " i’m sorry, i’m sorry … "

to say he was confused would be an understatement, he shuts the door then leads her into the kitchen while she continued to sob quietly — he grabs a glass and fills it with water then hands it to her. " what’s wrong baby? "

once she was able to calm down and even her breath, " rúbes, i’m … i’m sorry "

" for what? why are you apologizing? " rúben was both confused and concerned over her.

she inhaled then exhaled before she blurted out, " we need to break up! "

his eyes widen, " pardon? " he whispers.

" i’ve fallen out of love with you " she said with a shaky voice. " so … we need to save ourselves and end this "

he chuckles dryly, " you can’t be serious "

" i am … i’m sorry rúben " she whispers with glossy eyes, " i’m really sorry "

before he can even manage a response, he watches with an aching heart as she departed his home that night, signifying the very end to their love story, the love he knew he wouldn’t feel again with anyone.

_

since that night, things have shifted yet not to a brighter note — rúben’s performance on the pitch had seemingly declined, so much so that he’d begun getting subbed off at halftime, often times not even considered for a match; if he did, he’d end up either fighting a player or violently arguing with an official much to the dismay of pep who had given him a few weeks off to sort himself out.

suffice to say, that didn’t work as well.

he had shifted into a completely other person which arose concern in his teammates, john had brought it up during training, " have you guys noticed how off rúben has been? "

jack shrugs, " not really, he seems normal to me "

erling rolls his eyes, " you barely notice anything " he then turned to john. " what do you think happened? "

john remained silent before his eyes widen, " he must have split from that girl he said he was into? "

kevin raised a brow, " i think i’ve heard him a few times talking to her, whoever she is, he was definitely in love "

as the players conversed, bernando overheard them and frowned — could it be …? no, no. this is for the best, my sister deserves better, he shakes the negative thoughts away from his head.

during break, bernando received a message from ines, it was a candid photo of his sister who was laughing with his mother as the women were having lunch together, he smiled for a brief moment until he noticed what ines had written underneath.

i heard her crying before we sat down for lunch, figured you’d like to know 🙂

his smile falls immediately, he zooms in on the photo, noting how dejected and worn out her eyes were despite laughing alongside their mother, he shut his phone then let out a ponderous sigh just as jack sat across from him. " you alright bernando? "

" yeah i … — " bernando hesitated before shaking his head. " no, i’m not "

" i don’t suppose it has something to do with rúben and your sister " jack remarked.

" how did you …? " bernando raised a brow.

" i’m not a damn bonehead as everyone thinks i am " jack chuckles. " plus rúben didn’t exactly hide the fact that he was in love, he had her picture as his lock screen "

bernando was bemused as he said. " i don’t know if i did the right thing "

" what do you mean? " jack wonders.

" it’s complicated, let’s just say i made a mistake " bernando sighs.

that night, as bernando returned home — he walked in to find ines in the kitchen yet his sister was no where in sight, " ines, where is she? "

ines didn’t look at him, " she’s asleep, she said she didn’t want to eat "

bernando sighs, " this is the sixth time she skips dinner "

ines sighs, " i wonder why? "

bernando covers his his face, " i don’t know … i mean this is the right thing, ok? my sister deserves better "

ines turns to her husband and says, " did you ever stop to think that rúben is her better, that he’s the one for her "

"wh— no, no way? " bernando shakes his head. " you’re not serious … "

" no i’m serious because if you would have gotten your head out of your ass " ines said with an incredulous tone, " you’d see that she was actually very happy around him, and vice versa "

" how would you know? i know rúben " bernando said with a defensive tone.

" no bernando, you do not know rúben " ines said with a sigh, " you think you do but you don’t and from the looks of it you do not even know your sister "

bernando sighs, his heart twinging from the guilt he felt — " what should i do? "

" go and talk to her " ines said.

bernando was conflicted, he then decided to walk towards the guest bedroom, where he heard the strums of the guitar followed by her angelic voice singing, he hesitated the knocked on the door, and waited until a soft ' come in ' from the other side , he pushed the door open. " irmã ? " he said.

she musters up a weak smile, " hey "

he couldn’t even smile back, " are you … are you ok? "

she nods, " mhm … i’m working on a new song, how was training? "

he couldn’t believe just how detached she was, " i … it was good, we’re ready for the upcoming match "

" how’s erm … how’s everyone there? " she asked.

" everyone is good " he responded before adding, " but erm … he wasn’t there "

she nodded, " ok "

a wave of uncomfortable silence fell between them before he decided to break it, " are you ok? "

she forced a smile on her lips and nodded at his inquiry, " don’t worry nando, i’m perfectly fine "

" then why don’t you go out and eat with us? " he suggests with a soft tone.

she smiles, " i am not hungry nando, and plus you and ines need all the alone time you can get "

he sighs, " irmã … "

she raised her hand, then replied with a soft tone, " don’t worry, ok "

he nods, then stands up. " if you change your mind we’ll wait "

she nods then hums before returning back to songwriting, " ok "

bernando was devastated to say the least, the weight of his actions finally registering after the interaction he had with his sister causing him to make the decision of visiting rúben the very next day given that pep had given them the day off to rest.

_

bernando knocks on his front door — around five minutes later, the door opens to reveal a disheveled rúben, with his stubble crossing on to become a full beard and his hair unkempt, his eyes were bloodshot evidently from crying and the lack of sleep, " bro, what the hell is wrong with you? "

" i … uh … " rúben scrambled to find a reasonable cause before shrugging. " i lost her, i lost her " he whispers.

" you love her? " bernando asks with a surprised expression as he enters to come face to face with a messy flat.

" you probably wouldn’t believe me " rúben said with a sad smile. " but she's the first girl i’ve ever truly loved and still love "

bernando grows silent then says, " let’s just … " he sighs, " go to the bathroom and shower while i clean the flat "

" oh no … no " he shakes his head then adds on, " you’re not gonna do that "

" rúben, please … just go clean up " bernando interjects.

he grows silent then says, " alright "

bernando watched as rúben disappeared into his living room; then, he pulls his cellphone out then dials her number — " hey, i … i need to see you, i’m at rúben’s house, ok, i’ll wait for you "

around an hour later, rúben steps out feeling much more refreshed and it was then that his nostrils picked up the scent of fresh cooked food, a contrast to the disastrous junk food he was gobbling. but what captured his attention was the familiar soft voice, he froze in place —unsure whether he was imagining things or if she was really there.

he saunters outside of his bedroom and peers into the kitchen; indeed, there she was standing with bernando, being the first to notice him beamed — " hey bro, i figured we can all sit down and eat "

he stood there speechless as bernando set the table up while she stood there awkwardly, once the trio sat down together, bernando deciding to be the first one to speak. " i guess we gotta confront the elephant in the room "

she raised her brow, " nando? "

" irmã " bernando interjects, " let me finish, i … ever since you were a little girl, i had always dreamt of becoming a dad and taking care you was the closest thing i had to experience it , that’s why i’ve been harsh with you but i love you, so much that i never saw anyone worthy of my baby sister’s love until … rúben "

he sat there shocked by bernando’s words.

" nando? " she tries again.

" let me finish please " bernando said, with a shaky voice. " i’ll admit, i’ve been suffocating you this entire time thinking i was doing the right thing when in reality, i broke the hearts of two people who love each other "

she looks at rúben who was as equally as emotional as she was.

" it took me seeing you two so distressed to realize my wrong doings so … " bernando sighs. " if you really love each other, then i will not stand in the way, but " he turns to rúben. " if you break her heart, i don’t care what club we play for, i’ll hurt you "

he chuckles, " i know "

bernando then turns to her. " i’m sorry for suffocating you, for not letting you live your life and for having you secretly chase your love, i hope you can forgive me "

she embraced bernando and sobbed, " i can never be mad at you nando " she then turned to rúben and said. " i’m sorry rúben "

" it’s ok meu amor, i’m not mad " he smiles.

bernando smiles at the sight before him, " you two deserve each other and …. the first child better be named after me "

she laughs, " don’t worry, you and ines will be the godparents "

it was then that bernando realized, watching the love radiating from his sister and rúben that despite the pain and hardships, true love triumphs.

#ruben dias #ruben dias fanfiction #ruben dias fic #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias one shot #ruben dias fluff #ruben dias angst

[oh-saints]

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

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

saudade

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

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

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

“oh, there she is!”

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

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

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

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

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

“you look like you need one.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“it’s too early for that, no?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“it’s rúben, by the way.”

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

＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I thought you hit the jackpot or something.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

but now that the matter of prying eyes was gone…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what do you want?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“let’s bring las vegas to us, then.”

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

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“must we go back to reality tomorrow?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

including the romantic aspect of your life.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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but that was—what, five years ago?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it’s ivan dias.

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rúben couldn’t believe his eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

you both were only friends after all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

fuck possessiveness, he wanted you back.

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

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

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

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

“I do, but I’m sorry, do I know you?”

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

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

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

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cindy lou who; rúben dias blurb

summary: hurts to realize you were the woman before the one

warnings: angst, alcohol abuse as a coping mechanism

note: this blurb is inspired by the song 'cindy lou who' by sabrina. im gonna make a new series with fruitcake ep so this is the first — venus 🫂💐🫧

You wished you hadn't turned on your phone, wished you hadn't opened Instagram with the intent of capturing the first time you felt a positive emotion after four months of doubting your worth.

That spontaneous happiness, your smile for the festivities, and your outgoing personality were snatched away in a second when you saw that photo on his Instagram. Your finger hovered, filled with sadness, analyzing his facial expression and his enamored gaze.

His lips on her cheek as she laughed, a flawless smile adorning her face with crimson lipstick highlighting her full lips.

You swiftly turned off your phone; you couldn't continue torturing yourself. But your mind denied you that possibility—how could you escape the unbearable alarm that had triggered in your mind? Just when you thought you'd found an exit, it turned out to be an illusion, and you were standing on the edge of the cliff all along.

Even your favorite song blaring through the club speakers wasn't going to stop you from unfairly reproaching yourself for not having been enough for him. Had you failed at something?

Perhaps you should have tried harder to reach his heart, even though you were just rubbing salt in the wound because, in your wisdom, you knew the limits he set in front of your actions to prevent you from crossing further.

Why with her? Why did she seem to have found that ingredient you had been searching for so desperately? Your chest burned. What kind of karma did you owe to endure this?

Could you even blame her? If she resembled a fallen angel from heaven with her white dazzling teeth and long, jet-black hair like Cleopatra, and you admitted that your assigned role in Rúben's life was to guide him, to accompany him to the final stop, to the dock.

And now, drowning in alcohol, your mind kept processing the treatment he surely gave her, everything he denied with you—introducing her to his family, sitting by the fireplace with her in his arms telling childhood stories, dreaming about a life together while kissing underneath the fireworks, feeling the explosive magic he didn't want with you but with her.

You downed another shot, the climax in your state that failed to make you forget about him, the whole room spinning around. Amidst your group of friends, you grabbed your best friend's hand, running to the bathroom where you vomited while she rubbed your back and tied up your hair. "He didn't deserve you," she whispered, watching as you finally crumbled, hugging the toilet.

A night where you thought you could return to your former self before his body was tattooed on your fingerprints like a spirit clinging to your shoulders, one that would forever haunt you turned into just another chapter with an open ending.

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[heyhihellosworld]

𝗢𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁

Rúben Dias x reader

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: You and Ruben where adamant to keep your relationship out of work but things don't always go according to plan.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, angst

Notes: First one I post about Ruben but kinda liked it even though it's kinda messy and all over the place.

"Is Y/N in today?"

Lucy shook her head with a crooked grin, trying to bite in a smug smile "She will come in an hour or so" she proceeded to tell the Portuguese who nodded.

"Don't make things up Lucy" he muttered but a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Oh I am surely not Mr Dias" she smiled back, sitting back on her desk chair as he straightened up "Well, have a good day" he mumbled before hurrying up the stairs.

You knew you were late as you rushed through the entrance of the building, out of breath and stressed out.

"A certain someone asked for you this morning" Lucy grinned as you stopped at her reception desk. Hands full of your working bag, gym bag and files that you needed to go through after failed attempts at doing it during the weekend.

"Who?" you questioned, putting the bags down on the ground as you breathed heavily, being late to work was a bad habit but it did make your fitness better.

"Who do you think?" Lucy chuckled, folding her arms over her chest like it was the most obvious answer.

"Uh-uh Ruben?"

"Ding ding ding" she grinned, tapping her finger on the desk in tact with the sounds she did.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the little smile that tugged at your mouth. "Don't give me that look"

"I'm not giving you anything I am just asking you a question and pointing out something obvious"

You shook your head, warning her to continue. "I'm gonna go work, see you for lunch?" you hummed, picking up your bags and starting of to the stairs while she laughed at you "Don't try to hide the truth!" she shouted tempting you to flick her off behind your back but you held back and settled in your office. Putting the bags on the small chair by the door before settling in the spacey room which you proudly called your office.

Working as a PR manager for Manchester City had been a dream so far. Only being on the post for a month short you still had a lot to adjust to and a lot to learn but it had all been going great so far. Finding new friends by the staff and also befriending a few of the players. It was your dream job and landing it at your age was a dream in itself.

You spent the morning working through files of different events and matches. Writing player profiles and interview-templates.

The clock was about eleven when a knock made you stop and welcome the person inside.

"It's open" The door shot open and Ruben appeared, his small smile and two coffee cups in his hands making you smile widely.

"Hi, I know it's pretty late but thought you might want some coffee" You couldn't help but smile foolishly big as the Portuguese sat down the coffee at your desk. "Thank you Ruben, it's very nice" "So.... what are you doing?" he questioned, peeking over your shoulder to get a look at your files.

"Well, right now I am writing some files for Nick to pass on to Lucy and Pep regarding the Christmas event and this is your player profile template" "Wow okay, didn't really get that.. wait, that's mine?"

"Mhm"

"What does it say?" he questioned and you chuckled at him, turning to look at him briefly before opening the file up to full screen, showing him the template.

"It's basically empty. I'm gonna have to go around and fill in this information later on, some of it will probably be filmed and all but I have just filled in the basics so far, like your name, birthday, birthplace and so on"

"Mhm" he hued as his eyes scanned the document. He looked ridicolously good regardless what he was doing, it was beginning to become almost a little bit annoying, like how could someone be so beutidul only doing something so simple as reading.

"Are you supposed to know my favorite movie?" he grinned at you, meeting your eyes. "Well I don't know Mr Diaz, are you supposed to know how I look naked? I don't think so but still you do" you mused back, grinning at him as he huffed. His hands rested on the desk, next to you as he leant forward, head tiling to the left to watch you.

"Don't put those images in my head" "You are not getting anything here, it's workspace" you muttered, turning back to your computer and continuing filling in some information in his profile.

"Favorite snack?

"Isn't this supposed to be filmed?" he questioned, "Well maybe but I should start posting this before we can even proceed with the filming so I need to get a few done before, well most of them plus these are not great interview questions"

Ruben hummed, reading through the page now open on your screen as you were thinking.

"Is Jack still here?"

Ruben tilted his head and tutted in disapproval "why would you want him?" You couldn't help but to chuckle at him "Because I want to post his profile?" "Why not mine?"

"Well because I think it would be better to post his first. He is a very popular player and his transfer was a really big publicity thing so I feel like it would get attention to the series of profiles that will occur"

"Post mine first" he grumbled, shaking his head at you while you chuckled "Come on, let me do my work and go find Jack for me"

"I will not"

"Okay, fine. Then I will go myself" you said, standing up from the chair and walking around the table, looking over your shoulder to smirk at his grumpy expression.

"Stop" he grunted as you reached the door, you stopped and turned to him with a smirk. "What? Can't I do my job?" you teased but he only shook his head at you, beckoning you over to him. "You can but right now you can not go and look for Jack" "Why not?" You laughed but still walking to him until you stood chest to chest.

His eyes had that fire they always held when he was in the mood but you had been strict in your rule that no sexual acts where gonna take place at work.

You had already broken that rule twice, once in the changing room after a red-card and another time in the media room after a dinner party.

But you were still adamant on trying to keep it as much as possible. "You shouldn't be so bratty" he murmured. You looked up at him with a chuckle "I am not bratty Ruben, I am trying to do my work and I think Jack is a great player to start with for the profiles and people love him. He is hot, strong and a great player" you teased.

He grunted at that, pushing you against the desk. "Don't stand here and say Jack is hot or you will have a problem"

"Hmm" you hummed as response, feigning thinking. "He is" "Stop"

You couldn't help but to chuckle at him as you patted his chest reassuringly.

Ruben didn't find it funny though. Grabbing your thighs and hoisting you up on the table, standing in-between your thighs and pressing up against you.

"You say one more thing and you will be in trouble" he hissed, pressing his fingers into your thighs. You hummed slightly mockingly, sticking your tongue out from the corner of your lips with a smirk on your face.

"You're just such a brat sometimes" he muttered, pushing your skirt up until it pooled around your waist. He roughly pulled your legs apart and pushed his hand into your panties. You let out a gasp at the rough treatment but you loved it.

Ruben stood with his back against the door, blocking what he was doing with his fingers from any intruders.

"Gonna make you cum in your office and then maybe you will stop being such a brat and maybe stop talking about fucking Jack" His fingers started to rub at your clit. You bit your lip tightly, trying to conceal any sounds that threatened to come out.

Two of his fingers plunged into you starting to pump furiously and making it impossible to stay quiet.

"Ruben" you whined, begging him to slow down. Pressing your face into his chest to try to conceal your moans and whines when he didn't. "Please stop. I can't keep quite" you whined, rocking against his hand.

"Try harder Gathina" he murmured against the shell of your ear, his hot breath trailing down your neck.

He switched between slamming them in and out of you and hooking them against your spot, his thumb never leaving your clit. It felt electric and you knew you would be close within minutes.

Your legs started to shake as you neared your orgasm, the sounds being louder and louder and in the end even Ruben decided it was too much, trying to muffle them with kisses. Swallowing all of your sounds. "You're so close aren't you" he smirked at you chuckling as all you could do was nod.

Just as you were right there a knock echoed through the room before the door swung open. Ruben detached his mouth from yours in shock making you let out a loud moan as you were so so so close to orgasm. Desperately trying to move away from his fingers as you heard the door open.

"Oi! What the fuck!" Jack screeched out quickly exiting the office and closing the door, standing outside the door, waiting until you were ready.

"Ruben stop!" you whined but he continued, only a few more pumps of his fingers was all you needed to release biting your lips so hard they almost bled to not moan too loud for Jack's ears.

You tried to calm down, get your breathing under control and when you did you panicked. "Ruben what the fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" You whined, watching as he licked his fingers clean before placing his hands on your shoulders to calm you down.

"Calm down y/n it was only Jack it's okay" "It's not okay! You are not gonna fired for this but I am!" You argued, gathering your bag and computer before hurrying out of the door. ignoring Rubens call of your name.

You opened the door to find Jack scratching his neck but a grin plastered on his face. You turned to him, pointing a finger at him "One word about this Grealish, and i'm talking about anything. One fucking word and you are dead"

Jack's eyes wiedened as you stormed off down the halls.

He whistled as he walked into the office where Ruben still stood, closing the door behind him.

"Soooo" Jack chuckled, pursing his lips at his teammate who mirrored his smile and chuckle. "What did I interrupt" "Nothing" Ruben hummed, shaking his head. "Nothing pft, that's bullshit you were fingering her on her office desk!" Jack burst, eyes wide and voice high.

"Okay okay, but seriously. You cannot say anything to anybody. If you do she can honestly loose her job"

"Hey, I won't but if you wanna keep it a secret ya know, maybe don't finger her in the office" he advised, walking towards the door. "Tell her I will meet her tomorrow and talk about the module she have done" he tilled, grinning as he walked out of the door.

Ruben sighed, taking the spare key from the drawer and locking the door behind him as he made his way down the stair. He was done for the morning, having a break until three when training was taking place again. "Hey Lucy have you seen y/n?" he questioned as he walked down the stairs.

Lucy looked up at the man, a slightly nervous look on her face "Uh, she, I"

"Lucy" Ruben deadpanned, knowing she knew exactly where you were.

"She just left home but she didn't want me to tell you that"

Ruben sighed "Thank you Lucy, I won't tell on you"

She nodded in appreciation as he quickly walked towards his car.

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When Ruben unlocked the door to your apartment you were sitting on the sofa, lazy watching tv as you worked with your files. You knew who it was the second you heard the lock rustle.

"I don't want any visitors" You shouted towards the hallway but you couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your mouth. The time on your sofa had made you calm down slightly, knowing Jack would never tell on you.

"Shut up" Ruben chuckled, stopping in the doorway to look at you, his arm resting against the frame and a crooked grin on his face. "Sorry for running" you hummed, settling your computer aside as he approached you. Leaning down to kiss your lips softly.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't risk your job like that"

"Well I appreciate that but it's not like I didn't willingly spread my legs for you" you hummed jokingly. "Well no but still" Ruben smiled, settling down next to you on the sofa.

"It's all okay, we just need to talk about a solution. I don't wanna have to hide us forever"

"We will find a solution" he nodded in agreement, kissing your lips again, just as soft and loving.

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Could you write something angsty with Ruben? Him being stressed with training and his injury coming back, Y/N being stressed with exams and they fall out over something minor like Ruben not picking up the dishes or something like this? And then they make up and it’s fluffy and cute

I absolutely love your writing😍😍

Thank you sweetheart, you’re so kind!😍😍 I hope you’ll like this babe!🤍

Of broken dishes and forgiveness.

Rúben Dias x Y/N

Summary: Rúben is injured once again, and your exams are coming up. Your nerves are on edge and so are his. What happens when your worlds collide?

Warnings: swear words and mentions of bruised hands.

gif credits to @ruben-dias

As you finished eating your lunch you couldn’t help but feel exhausted. Your exams were fast approaching and studying was taking a toll on you as you felt like you didn’t have the time to do everything you needed to.

Rúben was at home too, a relapse of his hamstring injury forced him out for the rest of the season as he’d have to stop for at least a month. You could see how much his shape was affecting him, you could read the worry in his eyes and how helpless he felt. He couldn’t train properly and he couldn’t even stand for too long, he only had to rest and be patient with his body, giving it time to properly heal this time. But he was growing more restless and nervous with each passing day.

“Rúben please can you help me with the dishes?” you asked him as soon as the two of you finished eating.

“Leave them there, I’ll take care of them once I’m done with pressotherapy…”

“Can’t you help me now? I have to study babe please…” you begged him as you wanted to go back to your bedroom and finish what you were reading.

“Why can’t I do it later??” he groaned as he sat up on the sofa, the pressotherapy machine already in his hands.

“But why can’t you help me now??” you asked him back, your voice sounding a little more whiny than usual as the tiredness and the stressful morning were quickly catching up on you.

“Jesus Y/N! Can you stop whining??” he barked as he stood from the sofa, “All you do is whine for fuck’s sake!”

“I don’t whine!” you denied, “I only asked you to help me Rúben!”

“I don’t care! I have to get back into full shape, I only care about that! Everything else doesn’t matter to me!” he exploded, “Is that clear enough??”

Upon hearing his outburst you wanted to disappear. The tight, burning feeling in your chest matched the one you were feeling in your throat as you were trying not to suffocate from the lump that formed in it. You furrowed your eyebrows as you blinked your eyes, quickly wanting to dismiss the tears that were gathering in them, but to no avail, as Rúben noticed how glossy your orbs were looking.

“Are you gonna cry now??” he snarled as he was acting in full rage mode, the frustration and the helplessness clearly spurring on the worst in him, “You’re so pathetic!”

There was no way you could keep your tears at bay anymore now, not after those words that cut you deeper than a knife could ever do.

“Are you happy now?? Huh? Does seeing me like this make you happy??” you cried as you look him in the eyes with your bloodshot ones, “Fuck you Rúben! I hope you’re satisfied now!” you shouted at him, as you threw the dishes you had in your hands to the floor; you ran away, far away from him and his hurtful words, leaving Rúben to pick up the pieces of what he caused.

Once he was done cleaning up the mess in the kitchen, he came to stand in front of your bedroom door. It was closed and he knew you were in there, he could hear your sobs and your whimpers and those sounds were tearing him apart knowing that he was the one who caused them. He leaned his forehead against the cold wood of the door and he inhaled deeply as he closed his eyes, he wanted so badly to just wrap you up in his arms and tell you how sorry he was. But he just locked himself in the gym instead.

You heard his steps outside the door, and they only made you want to cry harder; you didn’t know what to do to make the dull ache in your chest disappear, and you were desperate to have Rúben with you. Curiously enough he was the one who caused it, but he was the only one who could take it away. Though you couldn’t stand the thought of seeing his face right now.

But you knew you’d have to see him at some point, your exams weren’t going to disappear because your boyfriend was acting like an asshole after all; and after all your crying you were in desperate need of sugar, you knew you needed it if you wanted to keep studying after your argument with Rúben. So you dragged yourself out of bed, and walked out of the bedroom to the kitchen.

As you were cutting some fruits and putting them in a bowl, you saw the Portuguese man enter the kitchen. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye: his head was hanging low and his brows were furrowed, his lips pressed in a tight line as his beautiful jaw was clenched; he glanced at you as he raised his stare from the floor, but you didn’t pay attention to him; well you tried not to get caught looking at him, or better throwing staggers at his back that was turned to you, as he opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water for himself. You couldn’t help but notice his sweaty shirt, he was hitting the gym and trying to overwork himself, you could bet on it, but you couldn’t show you cared. He didn’t care after all.

After you ate your fruit you went back to your bedroom, keeping your books close to you while your laptop was placed on your thighs. You tried writing down some notes, but the thought of him training while he should be resting was nagging you. You turned your head to look out of the window, trying to get him out of your head and to gain back some concentration, but your eyes fell on the picture of the two of you on your nightstand.

“Fuck you Dias. Fuck. You.” you mumbled to yourself as you got out of bed and walked to the gym.

You found him there, his naked back turned to you as he was hitting on the punching bag. He was hitting the poor thing with so much strength you feared it might have fallen to the floor.

“Can you please stop it?” you asked him, making him turn around to look at you, “I can’t concentrate on anything knowing you’re in here trying to hurt yourself even more than you already are.”

“Go back to your books Y/N…” he panted, turning to the bag once again.

“I’m not going anywhere Rúben.” you stated as you came to stand between his sweaty body and the punching bag, “You’re gonna get worse if you don’t stop pushing yourself. And even if you don’t care about yourself or anything else, I care about you too much to let you do that.”

“I’m fine…” he breathed as he removed the gloves from his hands, showing you his reddened and bruised skin.

“You’re not!” you corrected him, “Rúben you’re injured! You’re not fine! You’ve been ruled out for at least a month!”

He scrunched his face as if hearing your words was hurting him physically; he exhaled a shaky breath as he looked at his hands before he put his gloves back on, and as soon as you took a step to the side he started hitting the punching bag again.

“As you wish. I’m not gonna stand here and watch you hurting yourself…” you uttered before you made your way out of the gym.

As soon as you closed the door, you rested your back against it. You could hear his pained groans and the punches he was throwing at that bag, and they hurt you as if you were the one being hit and not the bag. You closed your eyes as you tried not to go back in there, shutting them so tight that all you could see was black, before you walked to your bedroom once again.

An hour or so later, you heard a soft knock on your bedroom door.

“Come in…” you muttered absentmindedly as you were finally managing to write down some notes.

“Hey uhm… I don’t want to bother you but…” Rúben’s soft voice made you look at him while he spoke to you, “…can you help me with this?” he asked as he showed you his bruised right hand, “I’m terrible at doing things with my left hand…”

You sighed as you got off the bed, not giving him an answer but walking to the ensuite bathroom all the same, showing him you’d have cleaned up his wounds.

He followed you, and as soon as he saw you sitting down on the counter he came to stand between your parted thighs.

His eyes were on you from the moment you took his hand in yours; he hissed as you disinfected his bruised knuckles, his hand clutching onto yours tightly to ease the pain.

“Sorry…” you mumbled as you kept taking care of him.

“It’s nothing,” he whispered, “nothing I don’t deserve really, as I should be the one apologizing not you…”

He waited for your reply, but it didn’t come.

“I’m sorry Y/N…” he continued, “I didn’t mean to say those things to you…”

You remained silent once again.

“Say something please…” he begged you, “Tell me to fuck off but please, say something…”

“What do you want me to say?” you looked at him once you were done disinfecting his hand, “You hurt me Rúben. Your words hurt me, and the way you acted hurt me… I know this injury is weighing on you, I do. But I only asked for a little bit of your help…”

“I know and I’m sorry, I didn’t want to lash out on you…” he breathed, “I’m so, so sorry amor…”

“Sorry isn’t gonna fix everything Rúben,” you shook your head as you looked into his brown eyes, “I’m gonna need some time, can you leave me alone now please?”

“I’ll give you whatever you need…” he lowered his head as he took a step back, “Just know I’d take everything I said back, everything…” he added as he walked out of the bedroom.

Not long after, as you were studying once again, you heard Rúben rummaging around the kitchen: pots were banging and you could hear him curse under his breath too. He was trying to be subtle but he was clearly failing miserably.

He wanted to win you back by cooking dinner, and the thought made you giggle as your heart picked up its pace at his intention; after your fight you found yourself longing for him, you missed him and you were extremely curious about what he was cooking.

As you walked into the kitchen you found him standing in front of the hob; his face showed nothing but concentration: he held his phone in his left hand, as he was reading something on it, while he was stirring something in the pan with his right one.

“What are you cooking?” you asked him as you came to stand close to him.

“Hey…” he gave you a lopsided smile, “Just a Portuguese dish, a really tasty one actually…”

“Are you trying to make me forgive you?” you smirked as you smelled the food he was preparing, “‘Cause it’s working…”

“I’d suggest you taste it first, then you’ll tell me if I’m forgiven or not.” he laughed as he looked at you, “Are you done with your studying for today?”

“No, I still have a chapter left…” you sighed as you sat on the counter near him.

“Okay,” he nodded as he tasted the food, moaning as he did so, “let’s eat now, you can read that chapter to me later…”

“Read it to you?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged his shoulder, as he was putting the food on your plates, “did you know that reading out loud helps our brain remember things??”

“When did you find out??” you curiously asked him.

“Earlier…” he said.

“Earlier?”

“Yeah while I was in the gym…” he admitted without paying attention to what he was saying.

“While you were in the gym??” you frowned as realisation dawned on you, “Weren’t you hitting that poor punching bag??”

“Not all the time…” he said as he scratched the back of his neck.

“You tricked me Dias??” you gawked at him, “You tricked me just for me to take care of you??”

“Not completely? I mean look at my hands, they hurt sooo much…!” he whined dramatically, “I really trained in there babe!”

“Saying this is not helping your case at all.”

“Hey! I had to find a way to make you come to me!” he pouted as he looked at you.

“You should have been the one coming to me!” you chuckled at his face, “Not the other way around!”

“But I’m injured and I need your attention!”

“Yeah and you acted like an asshole!”

“I know, that’s why I couldn’t come to you…” he whispered, “I was already feeling guilty as I heard you crying-”

“You heard me?”

“Yeah…” he said, “Right after I picked up the broken dishes and cleaned the kitchen, I went looking for you… I went to our bedroom and I heard you crying from outside…”

“Why didn’t you knock?” you softly asked him.

“I was ashamed of myself,” he lowered his gaze to the food on his plate, “I couldn’t stand the thought of you crying because of me…”

“Let’s eat now…” you said as you took his hand in yours, careful not to hurt him, “Hopefully this is good, because you have a lot of things to make up for!” you smiled widely as your eyes met his.

Once you cleaned and rearranged the kitchen, you went to bed. Rúben was laying under the sheets, his naked torso leaned against the headboard as he waited for you to join him.

You grabbed your book and sat down right next to him; he quickly changed his position, as his head instinctively rested on your upper thighs. His long fingers brushed your soft skin as yours were running through his short hair.

You started reading to him, but not even ten minutes later you heard his soft snores. You decided to put the book on your nightstand, as you wanted to concentrate all your attention on your sleeping boyfriend. You looked at his relaxed features, while your fingers massaged his neck and shoulders.

“Can you please touch my hair?” he mumbled as he wasn’t fully asleep yet.

“Lay down next to me and I will…” you told him, laughing and watching how he propped his weight on his elbow before he let himself fall face first on his pillow, groaning as he felt extremely tired.

“Sooo tired…” his muffled words were making your heart beat faster, as you couldn’t help but find your boyfriend extremely endearing.

“Told you that book was boring…” you murmured in his ear as you caressed the back of his neck.

“You weren’t joking, amor…” his accent was more prominent now that he was fast asleep, and it made you fall in love with him even more if that was possible.

“I wasn’t,” you giggled as you heard him yawn in his pillow, “now rest Gato, you need some good sleep…”

“Tell me I’m forgiven and I’ll sleep.” he said as he turned his head to stare at you: the light coming from the bedside lamp was making his brown eyes look warmer, his cheekbones looked so smooth and his lips so full and kissable you couldn’t help but press a kiss on them.

“I thought that was clear by now…” you murmured against his mouth.

“I just need to hear you say it…” his husky, deep voice made you bite your lower lip, before he wrapped his strong arms around you and pulled you to his warm chest. His thigh slotted between yours as he wanted to feel your body as close to his as possible.

“You’re forgiven my love…” you murmured before he inched his face closer and kissed you passionately, “Better now?” you asked him as soon as his lips moved to your cheek.

“Much better…” he sighed contentedly, “I love you…”

“I love you too…”

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[digitaldiarystuff]

Disappointed

hi guyss (shy emoji) hope you missed me because i missed you! it looks like ruben is going for the win so enjoy 💖

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pairing: Ruben Dias x Y/N

summary: Ruben recently ended things with you claiming he’s not ready for a relationship and as much as it hurt, you accepted but everything changed after a photo of him was leaked at the airport

genre: angst

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‘Love Island star Arabella Chi and Man. City’s Dias appear to confirm romance’ you read The Sun’s story with a blank expression. But unfortunately your emotionless wasn’t because you didn’t care about the news, it was because of the shock you were feeling.

“Oh fuck no. He’s got to be joking!” you heard Julie, your work bestie say after she saw the title. She rolled her chair next to yours and examined your face to see a reaction but you were still glued to the screen with no visible emotion.

“Y/N, babe, are you okay?” she asked concerned.

Your head was pounding to the point you had to place your hands on the sides of your head to try to make it go away but nothing worked.

“I- I need a cigarette.” you mumbled, more to yourself reaching for your bag. You were trying your hardest to quit but in a situation like this, you couldn’t care less.

Julie warily watched your state wondering if she should come with or let you be and decided to stay at the desk giving you space. You stepped on the balcony of your workplace to calm yourself.

The news about Ruben and a reality star going on a romantic getaway was too much for you. You reached into your bag to find your pack with slightly shaky hands and lit the cigarette between your lips. Ruben hated that you smoked, he always tried to convince you to replace your bad habit with a good one but no amount of smoking would hurt you as much as seeing him go public with someone else a week later you broke off contact.

As wrecked as you were, you had to go back into the office eventually. You couldn’t just leave or stay on the balcony for hours without your supervisor noticing and you certainly didn’t feel like getting scolded at today. You begrudgingly went back in and quickly ran to the bathroom, the only upside of all of this mess was that you weren’t crying. Your body froze to the point that your tears wouldn’t fall.

When you returned to the desk, you saw Julie already closed the tab which you were thankful for. Everyone around you gave you worried looks but you couldn’t even notice. Surprisingly, you buried yourself into work for the rest of the day and didn’t leave your desk once, it was now time to clock out.

“Let’s get something to eat, you haven’t eaten all day.” Julie suggested.

“I appreciate your concern but I think I’m just going to go home now Jules.” you said but she was giving you the sad puppy eyes. “I’m okay, you don’t have to worry.”

“But”

“But nothing, have a great night.” you smiled and went to your way. As soon as you stepped foot into your home you were greeted by your puppy, Yoda. You kneeled down to pet her and just then the waterworks began running. You started sobbing and barely made it to the couch to gain some balance, feeling at home made you miss him so much more. Just weeks ago you were sitting on the same couch with Ruben just enjoying a date night and now here you were not even being able to get time off work to drown in your sorrow while he was at Paris with another woman. You suddenly felt sick to your stomach and ran to the bathroom.

After some time, you grabbed a cup of water and sat with Yoda with dried tear stains on your face. Everything in you told you not to, but you couldn’t help yourself and started reading the news and tiktoks made about the leaked pictures. The gossip pages claimed Ruben reached out to her through instagram and they started dating, no one knew for how long they’ve been together but you knew it had to start before you broke up, if you can call it that.

You were adamant from the start, you didn’t do friends with benefits or fuckbuddies. If you were going to be with someone, you would want stability. It didn’t have to be labeled but it had to be exclusive, so naturally, when you met Ruben you were hesitant. You heard about the footballer’s lifestyle but it had been him who tried pursuing you, sent you flowers everyday, shown up at the places you were at and tried to make you give him a shot and you did. You stupidly fell for it.

Everything was going great, you were falling more and more everyday and he appeared the same so you tried talking about your feelings, the first time he shut down completely. You figured this must be hard for him and backed off. The second time, you started arguing because he wasn’t giving you the answers you needed and dodged them but the last time both of you snapped. It was vicious, you were shouting at each other. He claimed you were smothering him and being controlling and you accused him of using you and being dismissive. The night ended with you slamming the door and exiting his house, leaving the key he gave you for emergencies on the console.

And a week after that, he was seen with someone and didn’t feel like he was hiding at all while he’d keep you behind closed doors throughout the months you’ve spent together.

A week had passed since that day and you were doing better. You still felt the emptiness and sudden rushes of emotion but you composed yourself and still went to work. You also stopped checking socials for any news because you couldn’t read one more thing about their romance but today was a hard day to escape Ruben. It was Man City match day so everyone was wearing their blue shirts and scarfs while you tried to get past people to run errands. You also saw his face on a giant ad on the side of a building but quickly moved past.

While out, you also got 2 bottles of red wine because you wanted to drink a little to feel better but a little quickly turned more and more. Currently you were sitting on your fluffly beige rug leaning your back against your couch. You shook the first bottle in your hand trying to see if there’s any wine in it, there wasn’t. Groaning, you picked up the remote and opened the tv and the first thing you saw was that City had won. You cursed Ruben for getting everything right, but not you.

Before your mind can comprehend what you’re doing, you opened your texting app and sent him a message. Your eyes were watery and vision blurry but you didn’t care, you were beyond angry. Soon you were dozing off slowly with your head on the sofa cushions but were woken with the voice of keys coming from your front door. You froze for a second looking for a sharp object to protect yourself from a possible break in and picked up the empty wine bottle and stood up. Your heart was beating so fast as you approached the door, fully expecting a burglar in front of you but instead, it was Ruben standing there with your keys in his hands.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa” he said flinching.

“Ruben?” you said incredibly confused and slightly relieved. “What are you doing here?”

“I- um, you sent me a text and it was really weird I just wanted to check up on you.” he said.

“And you had to do it with my keys, couldn’t you just knock?” you angrily asked. You were convinced someone was here to hurt you.

“I’m sorry, I just, didn’t know if you’d open the door if you knew it was me.” you sighed loudly thinking it’s probably right.

“I’m sorry are you still planning to hit me?” he asked.

“Why?” you asked confused.

“You still have the bottle ready to be smashed on my head.” he pointed at it and you only now realized you never lowered your hand, still holding it up.

“Oh” you just said and placed the bottle on the counter.

You both stood there for a while not saying anything.

“So, how are you?”

You looked up at him, trying to decide whether to fight or not. Maybe it was the wine in you but you just didn’t have the energy to argue, you were hurt beyond repair but fighting meant getting into it and you couldn’t.

“I’m alright.” you said after a while. “How about you?”

“I’m also alright, thank you.”

“Look Ruben-

“Y/N I think we-

You both spoke at the same time.

“You go.” he politely said.

“Ruben thank you for checking on me but I was very drunk I mean I don’t even know what I wrote. Don’t worry I’m okay.” you said calmly. You couldn’t understand how you’re this calm but maybe this was your acceptance phase.

“I mean, to be honest, I also don’t know what you wrote.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

He pulled out his phone and started reading the text out loud.

“Rubem I habe everythong I wish I was necer yor wagfln. I think it’s Ruben I hate everything I wish I was never your waffle but don’t ask me what waffle means because no idea.”

You started laughing without realizing this is the first time you genuinely laughed this whole week. He joined and you sat on your bar stools trying to decipher your text.”

“No I think it’s ‘you’re wagging’

“Why would you tell me I’m wagging? Was I wagging on the field today?” he asked faking being offended.

“Maybe you were, that’s what the drunk lady thought.”

You sat there laughing uncontrollably at your stupidity for a while when suddenly you felt thirsty.

“You want some wine?” you asked him.

“You know I shouldn’t.” he said but it was obvious he’d love some wine.

“That never stopped you.” you didn’t mean it like a jab but it still sounded like it.

You felt the air shift but didn’t want that, even if this was wrong it felt so in place and right that you didn’t want to end up in a fight. You were feeling like yourself again and as pathetic as it sounds, hoped he wouldn’t leave.

You poured two glasses of wine and started talking about anything and everything, you told him about your supervisor getting on your nerves and he filled you in about Kyle Walker’s situation but the topic never came to you and you hoped it wouldn’t. After some more glasses you were back to being drunker than drunk and Ruben was full on tipsy. He never admitted to it but you knew he was lightweight.

“Omg it’s 3 am I have to be at work in exactly 6 hours.” you winced thinking about the hangover you’ll feel tomorrow.

When Ruben didn’t respond, you looked up at him and found him already looking at you with an intense gaze.

“What?” you asked. “Is there something on my face?”

He just smiled and leaned in. You should back off, you should back off, you should back off your logical side tried to reming you but your body had other thoughts. You leaned in so much that your noses were touching now.

“Ruben” you whispered as a last attempt to stop yourself and him because you knew the moment his lips were on yours it was game over. It always was, your sexual tension was always there but he didn’t stop, instead crashed his lips into yours for a hungry kiss. It was a messy kiss full of unspoken feelings. Everything you couldn’t tell each other was a part of it but you couldn’t stop. You mentally tried but it was a lost battle, your body acted before you could think and you placed your hands in his hair meanwhile he held you by your waist and walked you to your bedroom without breaking the kiss.

You stopped kissing him when the backs of your legs hit the bed.

“Ruben we shouldn’t.” you pleaded once more but weren’t strong enough to protest for long. His eyes turned darker with every passing second and were boring into your soul. Every part of you wanted him, needed him and you knew he felt the same.

“I’ve missed you so much querida.” he mumbled and took his shirt off while sitting you down. You couldn’t help but stare, he was so beautiful and you were getting wetter by the second but he hadn’t even touched you.

This time you took the leap and pulled him onto the bed, once he was on you straddled him and started running your lips on his collarbone and the back of his ear. Your logic was already out of the window and you were left with your undeniable desire for Ruben. He was letting out some quiet moans and you couldn’t believe a man could sound so angelic.

The next morning you woke up to the sound of your alarm with a horrible headache, every part of your body was sore and you felt even more restless than the night before. You swung the duvet off your body but stopped when you felt someone next to you. You froze when you realized what happened last night and saw Ruben peacefully sleeping in the bed with you. Your memory started coming back in bits and pieces and you mentally face palmed yourself for letting this happen. He was in a relationship and you shouldn’t have done this, you were feeling horrible and your stomach dropped. You quickly gathered your clothes and hopped in and out of the shower.

After you got ready in the bathroom you slowly walked in your bedroom, a part of you was expecting him to be gone but the other part wanted him there forever. You were conflicted and still had to go to work quickly. You thought about waking him up but were afraid to confront Ruben so you slowly took your bag and exited your home leaving him in there.

You didn’t think you could feel worse than yesterday but turns out, everything is possible.

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thisss turned out so different than what i had in mind but i love ittt! as always any feedback is appreciated take care loves💕💕

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[nosugarallspice]

Can you write about Ruben Dias praising you while you give him a blowjob? 🙏

This hits 🤭

Minors DNI!!

Word Count: 184

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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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[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - No sleep

This picture is giving, Ruben the over thinker.

Warning ⚠️ mentioning of throwing up

Summary - Ruben can't sleep because of his thoughts on the upcoming season, with Manchester City having already won it all last season.

Enjoy!

Ruben has always been very dedicated to his training. Too dedicated, you thought. But latley you had begun to notice some unusual behavior from him, starting off with his inability to sleep at night.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" He said, seeing as you turned around to face him in bed.

"Yes, yes you did. Who were you talking to?" At first you thought he had been talking in his sleep, muttering things like treble and Champions League.

"No one, I'm just thinking out loud."

"Baby, it's 3 a.m."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up."

"Well, now that I'm awake..." You yawned. "Tell me what exactly you were thinking about?"

He let you snuggle up against him, your head resting against his naked torso, his skin warm against your cheek.

He inhaled your scent, followed by a deep sigh. "I was just thinking about the upcoming season."

"What about it?" You tilted your head up to meet his gaze.

He shrugged. "We littlery won everything we could possibly win last season. How are we supposed to top that?"

"Win everything you could possibly win again?" You chuckled.

"I know I sounds silly to you, but..."

"Ruben..." Lifting your head you frowned at him. "I never said you were silly." Clearly something was bothering him and he had a hard time telling what it was.

"You're right, I'm sorry." He mumbled

Your hand went to raise his fallen chin. "What's on your mind baby, you can tell me."

He looked to be fighting himself, unsure weather he should tell you what he had been carrying around on his mind, what's caused him not to sleep.

"I'm not sure I'll be able to do it." He said.

"Do what?" You frowned.

"Perfom."

"Perfom where?"

"On the pitch."

"As in, you won't be good enough?"

It broke your heart seeing him nod his head.

"Ruben?"

"I know,  I know. I'm being silly. How can I think that when I'm privileged to play for arguably the best football team in the world. Along with the best players and best coach in the world. But I..." His rambling trailed off as Rubens gaze shifted into the distance. His jaw clenched as if he was biting down on the words that he really wanted to utter.

"I threw up this morning after breakfast and the morning before that." He said.

"Ruben." You were lost for words. "Why would you..."

"The first time I think it was because of stress but the second time..." Again his words trailed off as his gaze search for somthing in the distance. The bedroom was dark so you had no idea what he had his eyes fixated upon, all you know is that it was scaring you,  he was scaring you.

"Ruben, did you make yourself throw up....on purpose?" Again your heart broke when he nodded his head.

"Baby, why would....?"

His head fell into your lap and you felt his body trembled all over. "I know I'm being silly." He cried, his tears drying with the sheets. "But I just don't know how I'm supposed to give it everything out there on the pitch unless I'm chasing something, a goal. We won everything I could possibly dream of as a child. What now?" He said,  the hopelessness in his voice punching a hole in your gut.

"Ruben, you listen to me." It was hard for you, seeing him like this. However, he had always been so strong for you when you needed him the most, perhaps it was your turn to be strong for him. Ruben needed you.

He raised his head as your hand stroked his hair. His eyes were glossy with tears and his expression embarrassed. But he needed not be embarrassed with you. You wanted to tell him that with you, he could be all of him, the beautiful man that he was.

"This season or any season for the matter, you should only focus on being the best version of yourself, no?"

He raised his brow to indicate that he was listening.

"Twelve year old Ruben didn't become the great footballer that he is because he was chasing shiny trophies. No. You became who you are and ended up in the team that you did, because you kept on working on yourself, chasing the best version you could possibly be. Season after season you have done that. Don't let a set of hollow trophies fool you into thinking that that was the endgame. The endgame is whenever you decide to stop, when you decide which ever version yourself should take the final shot. A set of trophies can't decide that Ruben. There is so much more for you to give this season, believe me."

His hands cupped your face, bringing it forwards so that he could meet you lips.

"I love you,  have I told you that?"

You smiled. "You might have mentioned it once or twice."

He kissed you again, this time pinning you down against the matress.

"Well, have I told you that your the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on?"

"Yes, but never at 3 a.m. in the morning when I obviously feel as I look, like shit."

"You don't look like shit you look gorgeous."

"No, I look gorgeous in the morning when you finally let me sleep." You tried to roll over, however, Rubens weight upon your body made it impossible to move an inch. His eyes searched your face. "You sure you want to sleep?"

You bit your lip. "What else do you have in mind?"

You gasped as his lips attached to the crook of your neck, sucking your skin.

"Ruben." You laughed. One moment he was in tears and the other he was wrestling you in bed. This guy had more hormones than a woman experiencing menopause.

"We have to sleep." You giggled.

"We can sleep after." He groaned. His hand slipped under your shirt, pushing your panties to the side. At least Ruben didn't have to question his stamina ahead of the season, you thought. He was ready to rumble at any hour of the day.

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[pensat-i-fet]

Cry wolf (Rúben Dias x Reader)

**Hello! Finally, a new Rúben imagine. This is a combination of two requests I got. It's a bit angsty and dramatic. What a comeback! I hope you enjoy it ❤️**

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"Ahhh!", you yelled the moment you got inside the bathroom and saw what was on the floor. "Oh my God! What am I supposed to do?"

Saying you panicked whenever you saw any sort of insect or bug would be an understatement. You could barely stay out in the park for half an hour, worried about all the creatures that could be around you. So seeing a cockroach first thing in the morning wasn't ideal. And your boyfriend was gone. So what were you going to do?

"Ok. It's fine. I'm a grown woman and can do this".

You kept convincing yourself that you could kill it and so you put your shoes on, walked inside the bathroom again and spotted the disgusting thing that was still there. Placing your fingers inside your ears, you stepped on it, took your shoe off without lifting it from the floor and left the bathroom. There was one in the guest room you could use.

After a shower, you put some clothes on and called Rúben. He was at the gym but it was still early, so you knew his official training session hadn't started.

"Hi, everything ok?"

It was very unlike you to call him this early. You usually just send a text before going to work. "It is now. But there is a corpse in the bathroom".

"A what?", he laughed.

"There was a cockroach and I killed it".

"Are you planning on doing a funeral? Throw it in the bin".

"I can't. It's disgusting. Can you do it when you're back?"

"Are you for real?", you could hear his tone change.

"Yeah".

"You aren't a child anymore. You can clean that mess yourself".

"But it's disgusting!", you complained.

"And you think it's nice for me to do it? Honestly, grow up".

Well, growing up takes time, so what you did was hang up the phone. Why was he such an asshole?

He had been acting like that a lot lately. And sure, some of your requests were a bit childish but he was one to talk. You had to tiptoe around his feelings for a whole day after he scored an own goal. He could be childish himself.

But you guessed he was kind of right about this specific situation, so you went back to the bathroom but…you couldn't do it. You knew you were going to have nightmares about it for days. So you left the shoe and the dead bug there and went to work. You would deal with Rúben later.

**

By the time you were done with work, you expected a text from Rúben. He always sent one when he got home to let you know about any plans or just ask about what you wanted for dinner. But there was no text. It was odd but you decided not to worry. He might have stayed for an extra training session. It wouldn't be the first time.

"Hello?", you called when you got back to the apartment. "Rúben?"

You spotted him in the living room, glaring at you.

"Good day?"

"I guess. Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because I came back home and found you didn't clean the mess in the bathroom".

"Rúben", you said, back to that whining tone you hated but couldn't help but use sometimes. "I tried but it was so disgusting. I swear I couldn't do it".

"So I had to do it".

"Thank you…", you tried to say but he interrupted you.

"You keep doing this. Calling me while I'm working for stupid things you should be able to do".

"They aren't always stupid…".

"They are. And you know what happened to the boy who kept crying wolf?", you rolled your eyes. "One day you'll really need me and I won't believe it's an emergency".

You could feel the tears in your eyes. Even if he was partly right, there was no need to be so mean.

"If this is how you're going to be today, I'll go out to get some fresh air and be away from you. You're being really unfair".

"No need for you to go. Some of my teammates invited me to have dinner with them and I said yes".

"But it's Wednesday".

"I need the fresh air as well", he said, going back to the room.

Wednesdays were your day. You met on a Wednesday, kissed for the first time on a Wednesday, moved in together on a Wednesday,... Rúben's schedule meant he was away a lot, so you cherished whenever he had a day off on Wednesday so much. He often got you flowers or booked a table for dinner at a restaurant. And now he was leaving. Well, both of you could be pricks.

Picking up your bag again, you left without saying goodbye and got inside the car. You didn't even know where you were going. And you should have probably just walked but it was raining and the last thing you needed was to catch a cold.

Traffic wasn't too bad and you kept driving after the light turned green. And soon, everything went dark.

**

Rúben thought about staying home when he heard you leave. Maybe he should wait until you get back and apologize. You both had reasons to apologize but he knew he had been a dick to you. It was just that sometimes it got on his nerves how much you depended on him. For the stupidest things. You were independent otherwise. You had a good job, which meant you had your own money, and managed most of the important things around the house. But then you couldn't deal with killing a bug and cleaning the mess. It just didn't make sense sometimes and it frustrated him.

So Rúben met some of his teammates for dinner. And then, for drinks. Even if he didn't have any since the season had already started and, well, everyone remembered what happened the last time he drank. How could they forget?

"Your phone keeps buzzing", told him Nathan and Rúben looked to see it was you calling.

A part of him wanted to answer but he was still angry. And so he just moved the phone away and ignored it. Nathan gave him a weird look, he had seen it was you calling, but decided he wouldn't stick his nose in your business. Better to stay out of it.

Rúben still felt fidgety. He never ignored your calls. And what if it was something important?

"I'm going to the toilet. I'll be right back".

And while he was washing his hands, he saw the door open and turned to find Nathan staring at him with wide eyes.

"What?"

"Your phone kept ringing and then you got a text from your girlfriend asking you to answer in not very nice words. So I answered the next time she called…but it wasn't her who was calling you".

"What do you mean? Who has her phone?"

"Her friend Patricia, who is a nurse. They are both in the hospital".

"What? Why?"

Rúben felt dizzy all of a sudden.

"She had an accident".

**

"Patricia! Where is she?"

Rúben was running around the hospital's corridor, not caring about who he bumped into. And when he finally saw Patricia, he cared even less.

"Oh, now you care?"

"You can call me names later, please tell me what happened!"

"A drunk driver hit her car".

"Is she ok? Where is she?", now he was panicking even more. And feeling guilty. So guilty.

"The doctors were worried when she got here", started Patricia and she put a hand on Rúben's arm when she noticed he was about to lose control. "But she's fine. Well, as fine as one can be. She got really lucky. She was unconscious when she got here but there's no major damage".

"Thank God!", sighed Rúben. "Where is she? Can I see her?"

"Follow me".

Patricia could move around the area freely and she took Rúben with her to your room and then knocked on the door.

"Wait here. The doctors are still inside".

Rúben nodded and pressed his ear to the door. He could hear Patricia telling the doctors that your partner was there and wanted to see you and a couple of minutes later, the door opened.

"Come in".

Rúben took no time to do so and soon he was by the bed, right next to you and completely ignoring the doctors who were still there.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes", you nodded. But you looked so small and weak. There were a few bruises on your skin but Patricia was right. It could have been so much worse.

That was when Rúben decided to acknowledge the doctors.

"Sorry. I was really worried. Is she ok? When can she go back home?"

"Tomorrow morning. We want to monitor her tonight, just to be on the safe side".

He nodded and looked back at you, the way your eyes kept closing worried him.

"They gave her some medicine to sleep", said Patricia, as if she could read his mind. "She needs the rest".

"Of course. Can I stay here?"

"Yes. I'll get you a pillow and a blanket but that won't make the sofa any more comfortable".

"I don't care about that. And thank you".

The night was terrible for Rúben. He kept staring at you and wasn't able to sleep. That's why he was awake every time a nurse showed up to check how you were doing. And even if they all told him everything was fine, he still couldn't sleep.

When you finally woke up, he jumped from the sofa to go to your side.

"How are you? Are you in pain? Should I call a doctor?"

"I'm fine. I just need the toilet".

"I'll take you there".

"No you won't, Rúben", you chuckled.

"Then I'll call a nurse".

"No. I'm fine".

Despite his protests, you got up and went to the bathroom by yourself. Your whole body ached but it was bearable. And you were going to get more painkillers soon with your breakfast so it was ok.

"Let me help you", he said, taking your arm to help you walk back to the bed. And you let him even if you didn't need the help.

"Thanks".

"I'm so sorry", he blurted out. "You have no idea. You could have been hurt so badly and I wasn't answering the phone because of a ridiculous fight. I will never forgive myself for that. You needed me and I wasn't there".

"Rúben", you said, grabbing his hand. "We both made mistakes. You were right. I kept crying wolf and then when something bad happened, you didn't think it was an emergency. You were so right about …".

"No. No, that's no excuse".

"Don't feel bad, really. Plus, it wasn't even me calling. I was busy doing tests to make sure everything was ok".

"Still. It won't happen again. Call me anytime to kill a cockroach or to do anything you need . Seriously, I'll always be there".

"I know you will. But I have some growing up to do too. If I hadn't left like that because I was upset you told me off, this wouldn't have happened".

"Hey!", he was now the one grabbing your hands. "You drove when the light was green and a drunk driver hit you. You did nothing wrong. It was all his fault".

"But…".

"But nothing. Now let me pamper you until you're healthy again".

"I like being pampered", you smiled.

"Then get ready. Because even queens will be jealous of how I'll treat you".

And Rúben sealed his promise with a kiss.

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[xlatiwritesx]

Wondering why I never finished that enemies to lovers Ruben Dias imagine where reader is a police depratment head and Ruben is a prosecuter and they’re forced to go undercover as a couple at new year’s eve celebrations 😭

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[rubendiasthoughts]

Hey 💕 I know I have been slacking, but truth be told I just haven't been feeling it lately. However I managed to write this thing over the recent days, I hope you will like this. Thank you to the person who sent me this idea ❤ Sending love 💕

Ps. I will try to answer to the little scenarios you guys have sent in later 💕

Ruben noticing that the reader has lost weight due to stress related to her job:

The last few days Ruben hasn't seen much of her. Two days ago she just came back from a trip that she had to take for her work. And now that she was here she was working long hours, doing overtime and once she got home she was so tired the only thing she could think about was going to bed and finally getting some sleep. And he didn't have the heart to weary her with any additional conversations, he would only tuck her in and press a soft kiss to her forehead before going to bed himself. He tried to make it as easy as possible for her around the house too, he would clean and cook, making sure she didn't have to burden her mind with any of that.

Every time he saw her come in through the doors, he couldn't help but feel his heart sink at the image of her, her eyelids heavy, no sign of a smile on her face. Last night, when she came back, made her way to the bedroom and started stripping herself out of her clothes in order to put on one of his shirts and get under the covers he got a chance to get a good look at her, in a way he haven't had the chance to in the last few days. His eyebrows furrowed in worry when his eyes traveled up and down her body. It seemed to him that she may have lost some weight. Maybe the change wasn't very visible for everyone else, but for him, who knew her body so well it was pretty clear and it made thoughts race through his head. However, when he saw the little smile that she gave him after making herself comfortable on the bed next to him he made a silent decision he should leave this conversation for tomorrow. In fact, she told him earlier she finally wouldn't have to do overtime and would get back home earlier, so he realised that would be better than starting this topic today, when she was already half asleep. Before turning the bedisde light off he only leaned over her and pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, making her humm out in appreciation and he watched as the sleep overtook her.

The next day he decided to great her with a warm, yummy dinner ready on the table. When she came into the kitchen and saw him making the table, she couldn't help but curl her lips in a genuine smile. After so many days of hard work, there was nothing she wanted more than to spend a nice evening with her boyfriend. She came up to him, wrapping her arms around his torso, as he hugged her close to him.

"Hi baby, missed you" he murdered into her hair, before pressing a kiss to it. She returned the affectionate words to him, before looking up, waiting for him to lean down and press his lips to hers.

He pulled the chair out for her, making her giggle and he served the meal he prepared. She told him about her day, while they ate, his eyes we're glued to her, happy to see her enjoy the dinner he cooked for her. Nothing made him happier than taking care of her. And nothing made him feel worse than knowing that he was failing at it.

After finishing their meal they moved to the couch, leaving the dirty dishes in the sink, making quick promises to deal with them later. Ruben held her close to him, her head resting on his chest, as she focused on the movie that was playing on the TV screen. His stomach twisting from anxiety at the thought of the conversation he knew he had to start. Even though there was a part of him that was mad at her and even a bigger part that was angry at himself for not taking care of her properly, he knew he had to be careful with how he was going to bring it up. His nerves calmed a bit, as he pressed his lips to her temple, closing his eyes and inhaling the sweet scent of her perfumes that he loved so much.

"I want to talk to you about something" he mumbled against the side of her head in an attempt to catch her attention. She turned her head to the side, looking back at him with curiosity. A quiet humm left her lips, letting him know that she was listening to what he had to say.

"I've been worried about you, baby" he said, making her forrow her eyebrows in confusion. She freed herself from his arms in order to sit up straight and be able to turn around tand get a good look at him.

"What do you mean?" she asked seemingly clueless. In the back of her mind though, she had an idea what this could be about. She chewed on her lower lip in anticipation, waiting for what her boyfriend has to say.

"I just think you haven't been taking care of yourself properly, lately. You were stuck at work most of the time and have been overworking yourself and... I noticed you have been loosing weight recently, and I think it's important that you know it's not healthy for you." he rambled. "I only want to take care of you and always want the best for you that's why I feel like we need to have this conversation... " he stopped as he noticed tears welling up in her eyes, her lower lip pouted a bit.

"I know, I'm sorry" she whispered, trying her best to stop the tears from falling. Ruben extended his arms to her, pulling her into his chest, his hands roaming her back, trying to sooth her.

"Don't cry baby, it'll be okay. Tell me what's been going on, huh?" he mumbled into her hair.

"I've just been so stressed with work lately... And this new project has been so demanding, I just want to do my best with it and... I just couldn't really focus on anything but work." she sobbed into his shirt. "It's all just been so hard on me. I'm sorry." she couldn't help but feel guilty for making Ruben so worried about her.

"I know baby, it's okay." he comforted her. "We're gonna take care of this together, hmm? I'm gonna help you, sweet girl. Work is important, but you can't sacrifice yourself for it." he continued, earning a quiet nod from her. "You just have to promise me you will start eating properly now, okay?" he pressed another kiss to the top of her head.

"I promise" she whispered into the material of his shirt.

"That's my girl" he praised, causing a giggle to leave her lips. The sound of her laughter instantly lifting the heaviness that had been weighing on Ruben's heart. In his head he was already making notes, planning to text her everyday reminding her of her meals and to prepare food for her. He would do anything and everything to make sure his girl was alright.

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