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oh-saints · 4 months

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Hi I don’t know if you’ll get this but I have an idea for Rúben Dias, he starrs crushing on the female photographer for Man City and his teammates start teasing him, he doesn’t want to admit his feelings because he thinks the photographer is dating someone ( but she’s actually single and is just introverted)

aaaaahh this feels close to home bcs i'd gotten mistaken so many times by men due to my introvert nature /sigh

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rúben should really stop interpreting things out of hand on his own and start asking the right questions instead.

rúben dias x photographer!you

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note: here's is my comback piece! (is that even a valid word?) i actually had this idea in mind for a while and i love writing this bcs i can see he could make this kind of cute mistake! this actually hits closer to home, too, considering that i'm an intovert as well LOL but as usual, I happen to write at dawn so this is not beta-read yet.

happy new year too, everyone! i wish you'll have a blessed year ahead <3

“cupcakes!”

you groaned inwardly, that must be jack grealish. only the 100-million man would call you with overly sweet pet names like that, and he did it so often no matter how many times you corrected him that you had a real name during the first month of your employment here. now entering your third month, you’ve long given up, but you’d renamed his contact to be jack greasy on your phone.

“come sit over with us!”

unlike your nickname, though, you hadn’t given up on his persistent request to sit amongst his set of friends because good lord could they be so boisterous their laughter sounded more like a boom in your ears sometimes. their energy simply went off the roof and your introvert self could never handle it well.

you’d have your time to photograph everyone in the bus later anyway, so you gave him a polite smile, without another word, and proceeded to sit down beside your fellow media team.

you could hear jack screaming protest “aw, come on, cupcakes!” as you took your seat. his friends were laughing on his face at your rejection.

if you have your way, though, you’d badly want to be assigned to the calmer tide of the bus. the likes of julian, kevin, bernardo were more suitable for your kind. but being the one responsible for the disposable camera and all of city’s short off-pitch videos, jack and his circus were more than a matchmade in heaven for a better result.

before you had more complaints to mull over, your colleagues turned to face you and started babbling about an upcoming short video the both of you would have to make. the plot, the script, down to deciding who’d be best to be asked for to star in the video.

“i think rúben dias would do just fine.”

being a newbie, you nodded along the names he mentioned because in all honesty, you didn’t exactly know who is who and which is which until now. two months splattered all over the men’s and the women’s team, as well as the academy, was pretty much a guarantee you’d missed out on someone.

but you always, no matter how busy you are, spared some time to browse on the player before you met them, in case it was someone you should be worried for, or someone you should be thankful of for their media-darling persona, or someone you should be working twice as hard because they didn’t know what to do. worse, someone you’d worked together before but you forgot.

for rúben dias, though… you didn’t know which one of the categories above fitted him best. you were rendered speechless at your search bar result. you could bet your entire month salary that he was someone you had yet the chance to create a content together because if he already did, you wouldn’t have that face of his wiped off your brain.

which was exactly why you should be worried.

you had never worked with someone that looks like adonis when he decides to ascend himself from olympus. or so you’d like to think rúben was what adonis would’ve looked like if greek mythology happens to be true.

sadly, nobody warned you that he was even more beautiful up close, as he strutted his way to your creator team, with a tousled hair he kept tussling against, as well as the bright smile and warm laugh he’d drop here as he went through pre-production brief. his voice was so melodic it soothed all the soreness to your eardrums—thanks to jack grealish—in one simple video production, and you mentally thought you could replay the edited video later whenever you needed to go to sleep, like an asmr or some sort, because it really felt like a blanket on a rainy day.

your heart ached at the sight because my goodness… he was simply too beautiful for your own good.

it shouldn’t be doing all that jumping and leaping and drumming, though, because those were the early signs of you getting biased.

and it could only mean one thing in every professional language possible: bad.

with your very generous pay check on the line, you couldn’t afford to fail. so that day, you made a promise to yourself to do what you had to do, and thankfully it was what your introvert self do best.

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while you knew what to do, rúben—on the contrary—seemed lost.

no, the portugese was lost.

contrary to popular belief, footballers are actually smart. at least, if they are not book smart, they’re definitely street smart. rúben would like to think he’s got a bit of both worlds, so it could justify his own judgement of you.

his eyes were keen, as his job required him to do so, and he’s got an incredible sensing, enough to read a gigantic elephant in the room when there was one. the combination scanned your change in attitude on the day he first worked with you and the present time.

you were so friendly and eager to work with him, welcoming his extended hand as he introduced himself to you for the first time. he remembered your smile, blinding against the bleak manchester weather but instead of feeling cold, he only felt warmth and fuzzy all over his body.

but as the filming session went on, your smile was close to non-existent, just like the probability of the two of you running into each other again. he initially thought it was only because you got so many takes already and the job exhausted you, but he later realised you were avoiding him. as subtle as you could anyway.

at the beginning, he only thought you missed the way he waved at you. or the time when he thought you put his row of seat last for a mandatory picture in your disposable camera, for aesthetics’ sake.

the time when he offered you a ride home, though—that was the final confirmation. the weather had started snowing on some days, and you were certainly freezing by the look of your shivering shoulders and teetering teeth, so rúben offered you a ride home. but you turned down the offer, ever so politely like usual. yes, yes of course you had the rights but the most logical thing was to accept them instead of waiting for the next bus, no?

(oh, believe him, he knew she was waiting. he managed to parked far away from your sight but close enough to see that you did indeed wait for the next bus to arrive and take you to the nearest station. he knew, and he remembered that day because it was the only day he had to fight himself from running down the street just to give you another layer of coat.)

his first instinct was to think that he’d wronged you somehow during the filming. was he demanding? was he not up to your par of filming standard? was he not good enough for your cameras?

but james, your fellow co-worker, the one who worked together with you for this project, gave him an utterly confused look. “have you seen how the videos turned out? you were brilliant, rúben. and no, i don’t think i’ve heard any concerns from her about your ethics.”

so what did he still not do right that could’ve upset you?

rúben didn’t like where this was going because you’ve kept him intrigued. you kept him on his toes, bouncing lightly like a child full of curiosity. you kept him thirsty for more information about you and what makes you tick, lowkey in hope to bring out the smile rúben himself didn’t know he had missed seeing.

and if he discovered that he did indeed upset you somehow, and was somehow responsible for the disappearance of your shy smile, then he’d like to right them right away. he has to.

with that mentality, rúben took the chance to clock out earlier—which was like the seventh wonder of the world around etihad academy—in order to catch a glimpse of you on your off-work routine. he’d set himself resolved to only ask necessary questions, not more nor less, without any hidden agenda. no wishy washy, unlike his previous trials.

rúben did actually catch you for a split second. his beak was already opening, he’d only needed his voice box to produce the sound to the question in his mind, but the scene unravelled before him halted everything in him. every particle of his body, every molecule of his brain.

a black car swerved into the lane to the lobby, a pretty prestigious car at that, and the way your face lit up so brightly reminded him of the day you first worked together. it was a sight that rúben missed, it was a sight that rúben longed to see again.

he was so blinded by the ethereal view that he completely forgot his own plan, and watched as the black car swallowed his portion of small happiness of the day.

was that your boyfriend? if yes, then did you take rúben’s friendliness as a romantical advance to you? if yes, then was that the reason why you immediately put up a china wall between you two? if yes, then was he that protective or was he simply possessive?

rúben couldn’t deny his own infatuation of you. maybe it was why he was adamant to right things good between the two of you. but if you did in fact have a boyfriend, then he should find a way to reduce and silence this growing feeling—be it really infatuation or merely curiosity.

“does she have a boyfriend?”

but desperate times need desperate measures, and rúben saw ‘the black car incident’ was his sign to speed things up in order to find a concrete answer. even if it included asking jack grealish about you.

jack snorted, rather snobby. “how would i know, mate?”

“i thought you guys are close.”

“your definition of close is concerning,” jack replied as he shut his locker. “why don’t you ask her yourself? aren’t you the type to just charge at it first, think later?”

“i would’ve if she didn’t give me a cold shoulder.”

“have you tried?”

rúben was the one who didn’t hold back his snort this time. “of course i did.”

“then maybe you were asking the wrong question, mate.”

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as much as rúben hated to confess that jack actually had a point, he had to give hands down. he might be asking the wrong question, he might be asking too much question, he might be asking the right question with the wrong approach.

bottom line, he’d concluded himself that he had to try until he succeeded. each time in different approach, different variables. logically speaking, it should take him somewhere for a clue. if it didn’t, it should at least tire you enough to have you spell the answer to his queries.

rúben had gathered enough information that you and your team had wrapped up filming for christmas and new year’s content, complete with kids involved and all. you were supposed to stay in the editing room, and working late on it because there was a teaser—which fell into your line of work under “short videos”—to be uploaded tomorrow evening.

he purposefully slowed his pace for anything that did not require physical activities and trainings, resulting in him also staying late to finish some of his homework—his affectionate nickname for video trainings he’d like to execute at home, in the comfort of his abode and plush suede pillows—so he could match your pace of work. he planned to catch you off guard the same way as ‘the black car’ incident.

at 8, you finally went out of your cave, precisely like his little rat had informed him before. so of course, you were startled to find rúben already standing against the railing in front of your office.

“rúben,” your voice got stuck in your throat but rúben thought it was a cute squeak. it was also a better response, rúben thought, too. you could’ve spat at him or shooed him away immediately. “what are you doing here?”

“i’m—” rúben thought about lying for a second, but he decided it’d contribute nothing to a start of a friendship. yes, friendship, because it was the bare minimum, no? “i’m waiting for you.”

your eyes widened, and that was when rúben noticed the golden specks on the orbs of your eyes. heartbreakingly stunning, solely because rúben only noticed this now.

you shifted the weight of your body from your right leg to your left one, and rúben found it endearing because he noticed that was an early sign an introvert—you, in this case—was starting to get nervous or uncomfortable. rúben hoped it was the former because that’d put you as cute as an awkward lone penguin.

“is there anything i can help you with?”

“yes, i’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

with his devastatingly beautiful look, his velvet voice and his intensely deep brown eyes, your heart palpitated so fast and so irregular that you were afraid rúben could see them falling and getting back into its designated place like a bungee jumper.

or maybe the rope snapped on its way down and never found its way up again, depending on the question about to be fired at you. at this point, your mind went funnily white, and you were ready to succumb into either pressure or temptation, depending on the question he’d fire you with.

“do you hate me?”

you seemed perplexed at his blatant question, but he’d take that reaction over anything else because it was something, especially compared to the invisible wall you’d put up since the first time you both had worked together.

“do you?” rúben pressed his voice gently, while he took a step closer to you. slowly but assertively.

the movement snapped you back to reality. you should not heed into pressure, but there was no use in lying because in reality, you really had no reason to hate him. if you had your chance, you would’ve done things the other way around.

“no, i don’t.”

another step closer. “but have you ever hated me?”

realising the 6-feet centre back was doing, you involuntarily moved backwards in the same amount of steps that he did, albeit the distance reached was certainly and significantly a huge gap you could never keep. “no, rúben—”

before you could finish your sentence, he obliterated every single space left in between the two of you and cornered you to the nearest wall. “then do you like me?”

you should be running, you should be fleeing, you should be screaming down the hill. you should be anywhere but here, trapped in between the long, strong and sturdy pair of his arms, the very same one he used to defend himself and the ball from the opponent. the very same one your eyes couldn’t lie but appreciate its masculinity.

rúben noticed the miniscule movement of your eyes, despite your tightened body language, and it brought a little smile on the corner of his lips. maybe he had indeed asked all the wrong question in all the previous times he’d had the chance.

“tell me,” rúben then pronounced your name in the way no one else could, so soft and velvet like a fine cashmere being caressed against your eardrums, that shivers ran down your entire body as if you were struck by a lightning. “please tell me that, at least.”

so paradoxic, you thought inwardly at the sensation. and you supposedly hated the way he confused you, but you didn’t this time—you didn’t even detest the way he seemed enjoying this whole thing, by the way he pulled of a subtle smirk that busted your knees slowly but surely—and it made you even more crazy because what the hell was this?

you tried to mask it off by looking him straight in the eyes. well, tried to, at least, because the moment your eyes were connected with the milkiest brown orbs that reminded you of a hot chocolate on a wintry day, you couldn’t help but look away. “what do you want me to say?”

rúben didn’t fight a full smile from blooming on his face, as the tip of his finger aligned your face gently to face his. he really likes the fact you gave him a fair fight to remain indifferent still, even when everything else of your body failed to be your auxiliary. “do you like me?”

“i do—”

“then would you like to have a dinner with me tonight?”

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i9messi · 11 months

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My champion — Ruben Dias

It’s all jokes and fun about the two of you dating, until Ruben sees you after winning the Champions League. He is desperate to let you know the truth.

Word count — 1k

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"You really look pretty today."

You smiled at Ruben’s sweet words. He was so loving and always made you feel special. That morning you had chosen to do something different with your hair and somehow he had been the first to tell you something and realize it. Your eyes met again and it took all your courage not to look stupid in the middle of all those people. If it were up to you, you’d forget you were working and that you had a certain role to play.

"Thank you, Ruben."

"Lovebirds, when will you openly announce that the two of you are dating?"

Jack Grealish joked, while you gave him a bad look and Ruben told him to shut up. You worked in the kitchen area, so you were in charge of going from here to there filling the players' plates and making everyone eat. It was a new job that thanks to your friend you had achieved, you could not complain, they paid you very well and you could spend your free time talking with Rubén. The thing was, the other players also noticed the way you knew each other and they made jokes about it.

If you weren’t in the kitchen, you were at the matches wearing Ruben’s jersey. You were always there to support him, so much so that almost everyone thought you and Ruben were dating. Jack Grealish always made jokes about how Ruben was nervous in your presence, but this time, the english was causing a great scene in front of his teammates and staff.

Even Pep was looking at you as if there was something entertaining. There was nothing to announce. As much as Jack found it fun to embarrass you and Ruben, neither of you had accepted your feelings.

John Stones looked at you.

"Is it true what Jack says? Are you two dating?"

"Yes, mate. They’re dating." Jack confirmed for you, being a meddler whose job it was to get into your friendship and gossip.

"Stop, dude, they’re gonna believe you. We’re not dating." You complained back and forth and Jack rolled his eyes, not believing in you for a second.

"Yes, stop with your insinuations." Ruben complained and dragged Jack away. However, you felt the heat on your cheeks growing every time someone said something about you and Ruben.

You and him dating... that could never happen, right?

A few weeks later, you traveled to Istanbul to support your friend in the most important European football championship. That Saturday the Champions League final was being played and you were very nervous about the result. You wanted City to win, but you knew the outcome was uncertain. You had had a conversation with Rubén on the phone, where he had expressed his nervousness about what might happen. However, you believed that Rubén Dias was an excellent player and that as always, he would give his maximum to support his team.

There you were, encouraging the blues among the crowd, wearing a shirt that had belonged to your friend, but had given it to you. To think that his body had touched that same cloth made you feel a heat on your cheeks, while your heart was beating like crazy. Once you saw him, you swore that he was looking for you with his eyes, although with so many people in the stadium, it was difficult for him to see you.

The match started and your nervousness increased. Your eyes did not peel away from the men running after the ball, and mainly from Rubén. You smiled every time he made a good pass or protected the goal, you felt proud of the way that no matter what happened, he gave his best.

A good time later, with the only goal of the match, Manchester City won the Champions League. You couldn’t believe it. You partied with the other fans and when it was time to give the medal to Rubén, you recorded everything with your cell phone. You were proud of him.

"Congrats, my winner!"

Rubén saw you among all the people, as you approached his side. You focused on him, he was a little sweaty but still, he was still handsome. The man could be full of mud and grass, and he was still the most handsome man you had ever seen. The portuguese rushed to get closer to you, avoiding all the people around and reaching your face in order to put his two hands around your checks. The intimacy of his touch was a new thing for both of you.

"Rubén, you—"

He kissed you. There was no time for you to say anything, the gentle brush of his lips took you by surprise. Never in your wildest dreams had you imagined that Rubén would kiss you in the midst of all those people. Maybe it was the adrenaline of the game, the happiness of having won or a combination of all those things, that had made Ruben finally fill himself with courage to do what he had had to do for a long time. In that kiss he wanted to show you everything he felt, the need to be closer to you, to taste your lips passionately.

You heard some laughter around you, you sensed that people were passing by and that some were recording your show of affection. You separated from Rubén so you could look at him, his eyes looked at you with love.

"What was that?"

"I’ve been dying to kiss you, I was so desperate. I promised myself if we won today, I would accept my feelings for you."

You wanted to tell him so many things but you were going to wait for a while to finally be alone. Meanwhile, you gave him a short kiss on the lips, a kiss that comforted the Portuguese’s heart.

"I really like you, my champion."

He smiled at your last words, "I never felt that lucky in my life."

The two of you felt someone hugging you, Jack put one arm up each. He looked at Rubén and you with that itchy smile.

"There you are, lovebirds! Is there anything you have to tell me?"

Grealish loved to make fun of you, but this time, you realized that after all, he wasn’t so wrong.

#ruben dias #ruben dias x you #ruben dias x y/n #ruben dias fluff #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagines #ruben dias one shot #manchester city #mancity

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erling9haaland · 11 months

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Part of the (Wolff) family

Erling haaland x reader instergram au

Summery: insta au! Erling haaland x f1driver!wolff!reader , toto wolff being a protective farther, jack grealish and the other drivers being queens

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footballdaily:

liked by: jackgrealish,user2 and 20,000 others

Manchester City’s star striker Erling Haaland is spotted on the beaches of Monaco with a mystery women, new wag incoming?

user1: shouldn’t he be training and not with random women

simpforerling: I mean he’s just won the premier league, he deserves a break

Jackgrealish: @Erlinghaaland have you got something to tell us mate

erlinghaaland replied to jackgrealish |-> 👀👀

user2: am I the only one who thinks it looks like f1 driver @y/nwolff

jackjackgrealish: JACK WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

Jackgrealish:replied to jackjackgrealish: 🤷🏻

Y/nwolff:

liked by: erlinghaaland,susiewolff and 33,000 other

brilliant race this weekend Monaco is always enjoyable, I’m glad to bring another podium and more points to the Mercedes team and one step closer to being a world champion 💚

LewisHamilton:soo.. we’re just going to ignore the last photo 🤨

y/nwolff replied to lewishamilton : yes we are

landonoris:yeah I agree with Lewis

y/nwolff replied to landonoris|-> isn’t it past your bedtime lando norizz

landonoris|-> 😟😟

user2: GIRL WHOS HAND IS THAT

erlinghaaland: proud of you ❤️

y/nwolff replied to Erlinghaaland |-> thank you ❤️

thewolffsarelife: ERLING WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

Carlossainz: congrats y/n/n even though you overtook me 🙄

y/nwolff replied to carlossainz :my bad, I guess I’m just to good 🤭

Erlinghaaland:

Liked by Man City, y/nwolff and 36,000 more

even though I’ve only been at this team for a season it truly feels like a lifetime and I wouldn’t change it for the world.

Man City: our number 9 🩵

JackGrealish : coming for the treble

erlinghaaland replied to jackgrealish: you know it 👍🏻

user1: can’t wait for next season

Y/nwolff: well done, you and the guys deserve it

Erlinghaaland replied to y/nwolff: thank you beautiful ❤️

simpforerling: BEAUTIFUL?????

y/nwolfflover: y/n babes what are you doing here. Darling come home the kids miss you

Footballdaily:

Liked by: Jackgrealish, Erlinghaaland, landonoriss and 78,000 others

ALERT: f1 driver y/n wolff and Premier League footballer Erling haaland spotted being “quite cosy” on the streets of Manchester after Man City’s 1-0 win against Chelsea, the pair seem to be dressed up which could mean they were at the Man City celebration party,possibly closer than we originally thought

user12: jack, lando ,Erling all liked, GIRL WHAT

user14 replied to user12: we love how Erling is liking a post about himself

Landonoriss: @y/nwolff have you got some tea to spill 🤨

Jackgrealish: Erling why did you hide your girlfriend from us for so long

Erlinghaaland replied to Jackgrealish: because you guys wouldn’t have been able to keep it a secret

Jackgrealish: 😶

Rubendias: 😔

Kylewalker: 😱

Johnstones: 😟

Jackgrealish: I feel betrayed

LewisHamilton replied to jackgrealish: how do you think us drivers felt

Landonoriss replied to LewisHamilton: this is worse than Charles always crashing in Monaco

CharlesLeclerc replied to landonoriss: NOT FUNNY LANDO

Ilovethewolffs: OMG THESE COMMENTS

simpforerling: IM DEAD

Y/nwolff

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To my love, this past year we have spent together has been nothing but a dream, I love how you laugh at my jokes no matter how stupid they maybe, I love how you have helped and supported me throughout everything I have been though and achieved this year and I’m forever proud of you for everything you have done on and off the pitch, I love you my darling ❤️❤️

Erlinghaaland: I love you more min kjærlighet (my love)

Y/nwolff replied to Erlinghaaland: impossible schatz (darling)

jackgrealish: @erlinghaaland your such a simp

Erlinghaaland replied to Jackgrealish: so??

Landonoriss replied to Jackgrealish: so are you @y/nwolff

Y/nwolff replied to landonoris: at least I have a partner unlike you lando NoRizz

Landonoriss: your never going to let that go are you 😟

Y/nwolff: no 🤭

Carlossainz: no 😘

Martinodegaard: Erling scoring on and off the pitch

Susiewolff: so when are we meeting Erling

y/nwolff replied to susiewolff: when we decide to tell dad about us