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“what do you mean you’ve got a little one?” “ten months, bro.” “no way.” “yeah!” “congrats, mate. what is it?” “a boy!” “happy father’s day!!” “HAHAHAHAHA”
(i’m not that good at listening so please correct me if i’m wrong but did tyrone really not know that dec’s a father??)
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Resquest 1: “It’s the first time I’m asking for something here but can you do Ruben x y/n when your y/n is going to his first game and she’s pregnant you can add the rest of the details as you like”
Resquest 2: Could you please do an imagine where man city have just won the premier league and Rubens boys come charging on the pitch to celebrate with him (just pure chaos) and reader has just given up trying to keep them under control and is trailing behind with their youngest and only daughter
Request 3: Ruben + readers gender reveal. Their finally having a girl after like ¾ boys, Ruben + the man city boys are so overjoyed Ruben runs to them instead of his wife
The result…
Ruben Dias x Reader - The celebration
Enjoy!
“Wait for mommy!”
Three years and four kids later, you finally came to watch Rubens game. It was against Chelsea and the 1-0 victory against them was post celebratory, considering Manchester City had already won the league. Either way, your sons were overjoyed by the experience, wanting to invade the pitch with the other players families. You had to trail your steps behind them with your pregnant belly slowing you down.
“There is Daddy!”
You had one boy, Matteo, wait up for you, grabbing your hand so the two of you could cross the pitch together. He was your youngest and also your sweetest. He would grow up to break many hearts, you thought.
“Mommy look.”
Your other three boys had gone down to the pitch without hesitation, charging towards Ruben who collected them in his arms, one by one. They were taking turns putting on the premier leauge golden medal by the time you and Matteo got to them.
Ruben smiled seeing you and Matteo crossing the pitch together. He put down the three heathens and waved for Matteo to give him a hug. He did so running towards Rubens embrace, jumping into his arms.
“Did you enjoy the match?” He asked, kissing Matteo’s temple.
“But dad you weren’t playing.”
Ruben chuckled. “No, not as much as I usually do. But there’ll be more games next season. Then you can come see daddy play from the start.
Matteo nodded his head. "Can I also try on the medal?”
“Of course.” Ruben put him down, letting him run to his brothers.
“You know…” You smiled, as it was your turn to congratulate Ruben. “…They’ll be fighting over that medal all night.”
Ruben railed you in for a long kiss. “What’s new.” He smiled against your lips.
It was a lovely scene at the Ethiad, with all the players friends, families and kids on the pitch, taking photos with the trophy and what not. Most kids were running around tossing blue confetti at each other. Your boys were no different, as soon as they lost interest in the golden medal they were off chasing one another around the green field.
“I’m glad you came.” Ruben said, kissing your cheek, watching you keep a slight eye out for the boys.
You turned your head to look up at him. “Me too.”
“I’m glad all of you came.”
Rubens hand went to your stomach. You smiled.
“Get a room you two!”
Ruben sighed at the interruption. It was John Stones with a smeared grin on his face.
“Or perhas don’t get a room. We all know what happens whenever you and Y/N get ten minutes alone.”
Ruben let his arms around you go but grabbed a hold of your hand instead. “Don’t you have selfies to take with the trophy John?”
He shrugged. “Ilkay has it. And I want to say hello to Y/N.”
You shook your head and smiled. “Hello John.”
“Hello gorgeous.” He kissed your cheek and gave you a hug. “Pregnant again, I see.”
“Is there anything better to do?”
“Apparently not.” He chuckled.
“Eyy, the baby makers!”
Somthing big and shiney approached in the corner of your eye, Ilkay gündoğan along with Riyad Mahrez, carrying the Premier leauge trophy.
“Y/N!” They cheered. “Where are the boys?”
“Around, probably up to no good” You shifted your head in search for them.
“Yes my nieces are the same.” Marhez laughed. “I have confetti in my pants because of them.”
“Eyy, Y/N!”
Rubens teammates were popping up left and right, perhaps suprised to finally see you at a game, this time it was Kyle Walker.
“I thought that was your son’s playing with mine. Why aren’t they in the youth team with my boy?”
“I think Ruben rather make a team of his own.” John Stones snorted.
Ruben slapped the back of his head.
“Ouch.”
“When is the due date?” Ilkay asked.
“September.” You said.
The guys shared Oo’s and ahh’s, mostly directed at Ruben who rolled his eyes at them.
“Do you know the sex?” Marhez asked.
“Not yet.” Ruben said, throwing his arm around your shoulder.
“Actually…”
Ruben turned to you, eyebrows furrowed. “What?”
You shrugged. “I was gonna tell you about it after my appointment last week but that’s when the game against Nottingham happened and you became champions.”
Ruben batted his lashes, dumbfounded.
“Go on, tell us then.” Said Kyle.
The other guys looked to Ruben who still had his eyes on you. You smiled. “It’s a girl!”
His face lit up. “A girl?”
You nodded. “A girl.”
He turned to his teammates. “We’re having a girl!”
Overjoyed was the least words to describe their reaction. They were jumping around like chipmunks on ecstasy. You’d think it was Ruben carrying the child by the way his teammates embrace him and marked his face with wet kisses. John Stones was the happiest of them all. “ I told you about the lemon juice, didn’t I?”
“You did.” Ruben chuckled.
“Lemon juice?” You frowned.
“I told your hubby here that if he wanted to make a girl he better start drinking at least a gallon of lemon. He as done so ever since.”
“You have?”
Ruben blushed.
You thought of the times when you kissed his lips and tasted the sourness from the lemon juice. Back then you didn’t think much of it, perhaps it had been a wierd part of his diet. Never did you think that Ruben cared so much for the two of you to finally have a girl.
“Ruben.” You shook your head. “You didn’t have to do that for me.”
“It worked didn’t it?” John Stones was over the moon. He, Ruben, Ilkay and Kyle ran to tell the rest if their teammates news, leaving you alone with the Premier League trophy.
“Boys.” You sighed, with a smile on your face.
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At the end of the day, you can have em all. This club proves it
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Happy arsenal officially bottled the league day everybody 🎉💙🤍
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I can’t stop laughing at Erling and Bernardo
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Mason Mount
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The whistle was blown and my heart sank, we lost. I pushed down my own feelings and looked for Mason. The moment I spotted him I called out for Gareth. He was talking to the other coaches but when he heard his name, looked over at me desperately pleading him to let me on the field and finally nodded. I shouted thanks and jumped off the benches running to my boy. He was haunched over on Harry’s side, hand on his shoulder and while I couldn’t hear what he was saying I stopped a few feet away from them letting them have their moment. Meanwhile Declan passed me putting a hand on my shoulder and I looked at him smiling sympathetically “you were great Declan, don’t beat yourself up” I told him hugging him and he sniffed nodding at me and I could see in his eyes that he needed to hear that.
Mason spotted me when he stood up, patting Harry’s shoulder giving him and Jordan space to talk. I didn’t waste another second and ran straight in his arm and he hugged me tighter than ever pushing his face in my neck.
“You’re a star Mase, my star” I whispered putting a hand on his hair scratching lightly other arm around his neck holding him protectively while I could feel his knees wobbling and my neck becoming wet “I’ve got you love” I said pressing a kiss to the side of his head. He only responded with tightening his hold on me.
Jack came on behind us one hand on my shoulder while the other went to pat mason’s head “cmon” he said smiling sadly at me.
Mason slowly lifted his head up, eyes bloodshot and I had to bite my lips to stop my bottom lip from quivering. He wiped his face with his sleeves clearing his throat and was dragged away by Jack who first looked at me, silently asking for permission. Mason glanced at me for a brief second before looking away, almost like he was embarrassed.
It warmed my heart when I saw all the boys running for a group hug just being there for each other while they were feeling crappy themselves. I was confused when Jordan suddenly ran over to me “what?” I asked, he didn’t answered just went behind me, gently grabbed my sides and pushed me over to the hug. The boys breaking the hug to let us in it.
My heart cracked more when I looked over to mason and he was still avoiding my eyes but I just gave him space. When the hug was finally over Phil jogged over to me. Almost halting to a stop to see my expression “I’m so proud of you” I said tears uncontrollably pulling at my eyes and that was more than enough for him to pull me into a bone crushing hug. I closed my eyes hugging him tighter allowing myself to let go for a minute in my brother’s embrace “I’ll see you around alright?” He whispered after a minute, kissing my forehead and I nodded.
The field slowly clearing up, couple players still around and I saw mason still in the same position glancing at me but looking back at his feet when he caught my eyes. I slowly walked up to him cupping his cheeks “hey..” I whispered softly stroking his cheek, knowing it’d help him relax and it worked, for a second. He leaned into my palm before taking a deep breath, almost like he was preparing himself for another hit and finally looked at me.
“Are you disappointed?” He mumbled sniffing up again and that’s when I felt myself freezing up, feeling all sorts of things at once. His questioned echoed through my mind bringing me back to reality.
“Mason” I said his full name, firmer than before his teary brown eyes looking at me resembling a kicked puppy “do you trust me?” I asked which caused him to frown but didn’t hesitate to nod “with my life”
“Then please believe me when I say you can never disappoint me” I said stepping closer to him. He bite his lips, looking up to blink the fresh tears away “I’m so proud of you” I said wiping the one that escaped the corner of his eye “and I love you”
“Fuck I love you” he said grabbing the back of my neck and smashing our lips together. I could taste the salty tears on his slightly chopped lips, I could also taste my lip balm that I know he stole from me but claimed he didn’t, but mostly I could taste him and I never wanted to stop.
My arms around his neck, our bodies pressed together, breathing in each other and that was enough to make us forget about everything even just for just a second.
“Get a room” we heard a mocking chuckle on our left which caused us to pull apart slightly.
I frowned as I saw Kylian Mbappé standing a few feet away from us, smirking with his arms crossed “cmon man” one of his teammate told him trying to drag him away from the field, clearing trying to diffuse the situation but Mbappé shrugged him off.
Mason’s arms fell from my neck to my waist as he held me close to him. My hand on his chest and I could feel how fast his heart was beating, his jaw clenching hard and furious eyes on kylian.
“You’ve got a problem mate?” Mason asked voice dangerously low, his chest vibrating.
“Aww someone’s a sore loser” Mbappé pouted mockingly causing me to tense up, glaring at him. Right as I opened my mouth to give him a piece of my mind I felt mason squeezing my side almost like he could sense me about to blow up but he just stood his ground glaring at him.
It was Mbappé’s turn to frown, obviously unsatisfied that he didn’t get the reaction he wanted from mason “why don’t you come with me sweetheart, bet I can show you a better time than your little boy toy”
I almost got a whiplash from how fast my head whipped around in his direction. To say I was shook was an understanding. Mason was always a calm person but his nostrils flaring was indicating he was anything but calm at that moment just as he was about to take a step forward a hand on his chest stopped him and I saw Jordan standing next to him also glaring at the French player.
“Take the win Mbappé” my eyes snapped to my right seeing Jude standing protectively to my right and despite everything I could feel a small smile crawling on my lips feeling extremely lucky to have the team on my side. They were like my family.
I didn’t even noticed Mbappé leaving and I turned around thanking both of them. Jude messing my hair with a gentle smile on his lips causing me to giggle for the first time that night.
“Go change we’ll leave in a few minutes. I’ll stay with her” Jordan said.
Mason hesitated before slowly letting go of my side “you good?” He asked gently stroking my cheek with his thumb before pressing a kiss to my forehead. Walking to the tunnel with Jude once I nodded.
Me and Jordan walked to the benches. He was always like a big brother for me and Phil, always watching our backs considering we knew each other since we were kids.
“How you feeling?” I asked watching him closely “gutted” he sighed “but we gave it all, so.. proud” he gave me crooked smiled and I squeezed his shoulder “I think you were brilliant” I said really meaning and he nodded chuckling as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder “I know” he said causing me to giggle and I leaned on his chest. Both of us settling and enjoying being with each other, something we haven’t had the chance to do much lately.
“Take care of your boys” Jordan nodded to mason coming out of the tunnel with my brother. The other boys following closely behind “he’s a good one” he continued and I looked up at him with a thankful smile. He always supported me through my whole life and knowing that he approved of Mason was a huge comfort for me.
“Cmon, time to go home”
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