#manchester city fc

[stonesgirlll]

Why had no one posted it?????

[gabigabigabby]

Do you know how ruben is such a lightweight. Can write about the reader trying to get ruben home from the club and him being a big baby and embarrassed that he can’t take more than 2 shots? please and thank you 😚

drunkard or not | r. dias

ruben dias x fem!reader

ft. erling haaland

a/n: this is hilarious, thank u for the request anon! i honestly couldn't believe my eyes when i heard this happened! imagine being there😭 sry this took so long, i lost all motivation to write💔

synopsis: you volunteered to be rúben's babysitter after the treble parade

warnings/content: drunk!rúben, mentions of throwing up, reader goes by scoffy by the city lads, not proofread, lmk if i missed out anything! ⭐️

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"please, baby!" rúben begged to you the night before the treble parade. "you have to come with us! it's going to be the most historic day of my career! be there with me, please. i beg of you."

you wanted to argue with rúben saying that this is his moment that he should share with his teammates, not you, but the guys at city already see you as one of them. you don't want them to start bombarding rúben with the where is she? and why didn't you bring her along? question.

"fine, rú!" you gave in. "i'll go, i'll go—"

"thank you, babe! thank you!" rúben yelled, before you shushed him, worried that the next door neighbors could hear his yelling.

and so here you are, on the top deck of the city bus. it's pouring rain and rúben had offered to take his shirt off after the dj's deck was drenched with rain water. you sit in the rain; despite all the noise from the fans and the boys on the deck, you appreciate the calmness the rain brings you, no matter how wild the lads are being.

"babe, loosen up! dance with me!" rúben shouts after seeing you just sit in the corner, appreciating the rain. you politely decline, because you know the minute you say yes, rúben will be offering you drinks left and right. and who knows, the man might even persuade jack to persuade you to have a drink or two. "i insist, princesa!" he raises his voice, pulling you up off your seat and twirling you on the slippery deck.

you nearly slip, but you were lucky rúben was there holding you, still. "i almost slipped, rú!"

"but i got you, right? you're fine, now c'mon, we're going to have some fun! your boyfriend just won the treble!" rúben encourages you, although you knew you were only here so rúben doesn't start drinking and throwing up in somebody's pants or something.

"yeah, he did." you mutter under your breath as erling and kevin begin to approach you.

"glad you could join us, mrs. dias!" erling yells over the loud music. you give his bare bicep a slap after that statement.

"don't put ideas in his head, erl." you giggle as erling gives you a knowing, you want it look. kevin pats your shoulder before kalvin distracts him away from the bunch of you. rúben was at the rear of the top deck with kyle and jack. kyle was holding jack by his pants as he drunkenly takes selfies of his drunk shirtless self. you shake your head at the sight. typical jack, you'd thought.

you finally find yourself a seat as soon as you were out of rúben's sight. "how you feeling?" erling asks, finding a seat next to you. "feeling like a proud girlfriend or no?"

you chuckle. "yeah, of course. proudest ever," you smile at erling before your head tilts towards rúben. "only god knows how long he'd worked just to get to this point. i'm proud of him. and i'm proud of all of you too, especially you, you monster."

"thanks," erling chuckles before letting out a sigh. "i can't believe i achieved this much within a season. it's almost unbelievable." you give erling that tell me about it look, before rúben turns to look at you and smile for just for two seconds. of course, nothing in you could resist that grin, so you smiled back.

"awww, dude! not in my mum's purse!" you hear jack shout not even fifteen minutes later, making you and erling's heads turn at the speed of light. when you scan your eyes in the group for rúben, you finally realise it was him that was hunched over holding on to what looked like mrs grealish's purse.

"oh god, what did my gigantic boyfriend do now?" you mutter to erling as he gets up from his seat, letting you get up and walk ahead of him. "what happened?"

"your idiot boyfriend lurched his breakfast out in me mum's purse!" jack's brummie accent is very obvious now, due to his drinking. rúben was collecting himself in the corner next to kyle, retching at the same time.

"i didn't know he doesn't drink, scoffy!" john stutters out his excuse to you, which made you drop whatever expression you had on and glared at kyle with a are you hearing this? look on your face. kyle shoots you the exact same look before turning to look back at john, his hand still having a tight grip on jack's pants.

"mate, you're kidding, right?" kyle wanted to laugh. "have you seen the guy's body? what made you think that behind all'at was a drunkard?"

"i dunno, i was just trying to be nice! he wasn't drinkin' or whatever, i got worried, alright? now lay off." john frowns drunkenly before pushing himself through you and erling towards the front of the deck. you had been lucky that when all of that unfolded, you had already arrived to the big stage set up right before the etihad stadium, where you had parked your car.

"babe, you okay?" you ask the still retching rúben as he looks up at you sickly.

"i think." his voice is congested in disgust as you slowly bring him back upright, handing him a bottled water that sat on one of the seats on the top deck.

"what did you feed him, stonesy?" an agitated expression falls over your usually happy face.

"just some mezcal, nothing too heavy or whatever," john, now terrified, has his barnsley accent on display for everybody to hear. "i'm sorry scoffy, i really didn't know." you hear pep's voice far behind you telling his boys to alight the bus and head towards the big stage built for the treble presentation.

before you bring rúben off the bus, you speak to him softly. "rú, we're gonna slowly get off the bus, we're gonna show your pretty face to your fans, hang around with the trophies for a hot minute and then i'm going to drive you home," you emphasize. "is that okay?"

"yes please." rúben groans, his voice still sounding congested. you lead rúben down the steep steps of the bus, kyle helping you out after passing drunk jack over to phil.

but before you did just that, you had to express your heartfelt condolences for mrs. grealish's purse. "so sorry about rúben, mrs. grealish."

you had to sober your man up, because if not, he wouldn't be the same rúben, the same vice-captain all the cityzens had fallen in love with. so before you let rúben appear on stage, you had him chug almost three and a half bottles of chilled water; you just needed him to scarf down a cold drink that will hopefully calm and wake his jangled nerves up at the same time.

and so he did. rúben sobered up and you let him onto the stage as he followed closely behind kyle, who was prepared to present the fa cup trophy to the fans. you had watched rúben the entire time from the sidelines; you watched him hold a bottle of vodka over jack's head as he let the liquid run down his throat, causing him to feel a burning sensation, you watched him raise the premier league trophy over his head which allowed the cityzens to go wild. you watched rúben as he thanked the most important people in his life who had supported his career since day one.

"i wanna give a big shoutout to one of the most special women in my life right now," rúben begins. "my girl, who's standing in the sidelines. hi babe. the girl who'd always keep me sober because i don't drink. the girl who'd always give me a reality check every time i needed one."

the crowd goes wild again, as they all give you a round of applause. you didn't expect it, nor did you know they were going to do something that sweet, but you were grateful for the gesture. "i love you so much. you got me here, your support allowed me to raise these trophies over my head and follow my dreams. you are my dream, you are everything i could ever dream of. so thank you." rúben's hand falls over his heart, looking at you with the biggest endearing brown eyes in the world.

and that's when you knew you were truly obsessed with rúben dias, drunkard or not.

[fictional-character-obsessor]

John Stones injured? Rúben let’s cry together 😭😭😭

[veryhotsoccerplayers]

[cityzenchick]

From young 'cheeky' talented team-mates 😜 ... to hugely successful super-handsome sexy premier league footballers 🔥🥰 ....... how lucky are we to have them both playing here in England? 💙❤️⚽️👍

[iidakosuke]

three-way battle 三つ巴の戦い

[tl-trashtalk]

Hear Me Out

[virgilvandijkswifey]

a moment for our bald king

[deelonfrances]

atelier_verto: Born out of passion - creating something unique and timeless.

[stonesgirlll]

I just found this gif that i forgot i had lol... I guess i just like annoyed John lol

[gabigabigabby]

heyy, could you do an imagine with rúben in which he is the participant reader of the couple question from GQ?

que dupla (what a duo) | r. dias

rúben dias x stones!reader

a/n: u ask and i deliver! my very first rb3 fic so bear with me, i will get the flow of it soon! i have also written something like this with martin øde, so if u wanna check that out, it's here. enjoy ⭐️!

synopsis: you and rúben feature on gq's couples quiz

content/warnings: fluff, shy&giggly!rúben, y/n is a john stones apologist

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"hi, i'm manchester city and portugal's rúben dias." he introduces himself as the cameras begin rolling.

"i'm y/n stones," you do the same. "we're here with gq today to do the couples quiz."

you had already done your turn, and so now it was rúben's turn. "y/n, where was i born?"

"um..." you hum. "amadora, portugal."

"she's already so good at this," rúben shrugs. "when is my birthday?"

"may 14th," you answer. "one of the greatest days in my life."

"stop, i'm blushing," he wasn't lying. rúben's cheeks flush red as he looks through the next couple questions. "do you know the exact date and year i signed for manchester city?"

"yes, i think," you answer immediately, before having a couple minutes to try and get the date right. "it was in 2020. tough time for the entire world. um, was it september 28th or something?"

"so close baby," rúben grits his teeth. "it was the 29th. greatest thing i've ever done. baby, what's my full name?" he asks the next question.

"oh i know this! rúben dos santos..." you pause.

"rúben dos santos?" rúben repeats, prompting you to continue.

"dos santos... gato. right? and uh... alves dias," you finish. "rúben dos santos gato alves dias. it's a mouthful." you look into the camera.

"yeah, sorry," he giggles. "what is my brother's names?"

your eyes widen at the question. god, you should know this one. "um, ivan."

"ivan, that's right," rúben giggles again. it was music to your ears, if you'd like to be cheesy about it. "what position do i play for city and portugal?"

"you are the rock of both teams. they should know what i mean." you shrug, grinning at rúben.

"i'll take that as a compliment on my body, thank you," rúben raises his brows and licks his lips; something he does when he's proud of something. in this case, his body. "yeah, i'm the brick wall. the defender."

"the best centre-back. after sergio ramos, of course."

"of course," rúben agrees. "before city, which club was i with?"

"benfica," you answer as soon as rúben asks the question. "i'm a proud benfiquista because of this brick wall over here."

"who is my best friend at city and portugal?" rúben asks the next question.

"see, i've talked to rú about this," you begin. "i've asked him this question before, and before he gave me his answer, i told him that if it isn't my brother, then we cannot be together. so your best friend in city is my brother john. your best friend in portugal, that i don't know."

"yes, john is correct. portugal, to be honest... i don't have one. but i'd say maybe cancelo, because we used to play together. or maybe félix. definitely cristiano, of course, although he's really close with pepe." rúben goes on a tangent.

"rú, get straight to the point. who is your best friend at portugal?"

"cancelo and félix, i'll just say that," rúben finally decides. "okay, how tall am i?"

you blow out a breath. "god, i dunno. you're so much taller than me!" your barnsley accent is showing now. "but i know you're about the same height as john. i'm guessing 5'9?"

rúben puts his hand over his heart. "i'm so grateful you think so highly of me, stonesy. i'm 6'1, actually."

"there is no way!" you argue.

"yep, 6'1. maybe you're just short," rúben laughs after receiving a hit to the bicep by you. "okay, babe, last question. rúben dias or john stones?"

"what?!"

"answer the question." rúben was smiling, but from the tone of his voice, he was serious.

"listen, john is my blood. he may be annoyin' but he's still my brother. johnny stones all day!" you answer confidently.

rúben puts the cards down on his lap before crossing his fingers together. "after all we've been through, y/n? you'd still choose that dork?"

"rú, he's my brother! i feel like i'm obligated to say john." you explain.

"he's not here, though- whatever. and with that, we now know that y/n stones doesn't like me more than her dorky brother. i've been rúben dias."

"and i've been y/n stones," you glare playfully at rú. "see you soon."

once the cameras cut, rúben stares into your soul. "i'm telling john about this."

"what's he gonna do? mansplain it to you?" you laugh.

[fictional-character-obsessor]

It’s so hard being a girl bc I love Rúben Dias but I also love Dominik Szoboszlai but I also love Mason Mount

[veryhotsoccerplayers]

[cityzenchick]

Gotta love Ruben for reassuring Erling after his missed penalty by cupping his hands at the back of his neck 🙌 ( I'm sure there are lots of us City girlies that would love Ruben to do that to us! 🥰 ) ..... although Erling doesn't look too happy about it!! 😡 😂 💙

Also check out Ruben's biceps 💪 wow! @ruben-dias

[iidakosuke]

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