#ruben loftus cheek request

[errythinisblue]

this with rlc fuck. just imagine getting home after a night out with some of the boys from the team. you've had a little too much to drink and started to get really flirty with mason, ruben seeing red and dragging you home to remind you who you belong to.

Daaamn 🥵 this request got stuck in my brain from the very first moment I received it! Now it’s finally here! Enjoy it!

“I only have eyes for you.”

Ruben Loftus Cheek x Y/N

Summary: Going out with Ruben’s teammates and their girls might just become your favourite thing to do, seen how the night is going to end.

Warnings: it gets kind of steamy at the end (SMUT)

gif credits to @azpiiicueta

“You ready babygirl?” your boyfriend Ruben asked you, as he watched you struggling to fasten your necklace.

“Yeah, I am…” you said, growing annoyed at the piece of jewelry around your neck.

Ruben’s full lips slightly curved up in a sweet grin upon hearing your voice; in two strides he was behind you, his hands gently hovering over yours.

“May I?”

“Thank you,” you sighed, glad that your man was there to save the day, as he always did, “this thing here was driving me nuts!” you told him as you adjusted the necklace perfectly, right in the middle of your dress’ plunging neckline.

“You wanna know what’s driving me nuts? You are. I’ll have to keep an eye on you tonight,” he growled, lowering his head to kiss the top of your naked shoulder, while his hands grazed the smooth skin of your arms, “this dress looks amazing on you…”

“Easy there tiger,” you snickered, bending your head backwards enough to rest it on his chest, “I only have eyes for you, you know that right?”

“I know that,” he assured you, “but it’s my teammates we’re going out with, and I’m kinda jealous to share you with them.”

“You won’t have to share me with them,” you smiled at him as you applied your perfume on your neck right below your ear, earning a glare from Ruben, that inhaled pretty much all of the fragrance, “I’m just gonna have some fun with the girls while you boys talk about the same old football techniques…”

“Yeah if you don’t suffocate me first that is…” he coughed.

-

As soon as you stepped inside the packed club, Ruben quickly took your hand in his, slightly tightening his hold as he looked at you in a silent question; he wanted to know if you were okay. His usual, careful self made an appearance as it did every time you went out with his friends, but you were just as quick in reassuring him that you were more than fine. After all, you were with him.

You made a beeline to the booth your friends were in with Ruben right in front of you, guiding you by your still entwined hands.

“Rubes!” Mason shouted as he hugged your boyfriend, as he always did to greet him, “You guys are finally here! Hey Y/N!” he smiled as he moved to hug you, and you could feel Ruben tense by the way he was fiddling with your fingers.

“Hey Mase, it’s so good to see you!” you smiled, trying to wind your man up a little, “Oh my God hi!” you shouted as you spotted the rest of your girl friends sitting right behind Mason.

You left Ruben standing there, talking with Mason, while you sat down with the best part of your group of friends.

“It was about time!” Sophia hugged you, “It’s been so long since we last had a proper night out!”

“Blame it on the guys,” you playfully rolled your eyes at her, “and on their busy schedule!”

“You’re right!” she giggled, “It’s time we start going out even when they can’t!”

“Oh yeah girl! I’d drink to that!” you and the rest of the girls laughed at her suggestion.

“I have the impression that Ruben is not gonna like that idea though…” Andrea said, as she kept looking behind you, “It’s like he can’t take his eyes off of you girl!”

“Let him watch all he wants,” you smirked, “I wore this dress for a reason!”

“God you’re such a tease!” the keeper’s girlfriend chuckled at your antics, right before she stood up from her seat, “By the way, are we drinking or??”

“We so are!” you and Sophia nodded your head in excitement as you both followed her to the bar.

You could feel Ruben’s eyes on you even from afar, and that made you feel so powerful; your plan was working, and you were sure that with a little help from some alcohol in your system your night was going to be one that you would enjoy for sure.

The only problem was that one shot turned into two, then into three, then to one drink, two drinks… it was always like that when you girls went out together. Alcohol was a must during your nights out.

As you were waiting for them to come back from the toilet, you were startled by Mason’s presence. He stood right beside you at the bar, ordering some drinks for his teammates.

“Hey,” he shouted, “are you enjoying yourself??” he smiled at you as he lowered his head to speak in your ear.

“I am!” you smiled at him, glancing over his shoulder and immediately spotting Ruben, the look on his face enough to let you know that he wasn’t completely okay with you being that close to Chelsea’s number nineteen, “What about you? Are you boys having fun?” you asked him, leaning your hand on his shoulder as you moved closer to him.

“We are,” he beamed at you, “I only hope you girls aren’t having too much to drink, or else my poor friends are gonna have a handful with you three!”

“Is that what you think??” you half smiled at him, touching his arm as you once again looked at your boyfriend, the same boyfriend that was walking to where you were standing, “You’re so cute when you worry for your friends, but you don’t have to, we don’t get drunk that easily!”

“Oh is that why you’re this flirty tonight??” Mason chuckled as he knew you were acting like that because of the one too many drinks you had, “I don’t think Ruben will be too happy about that…” he laughed as he felt Ruben’s presence behind him, “Is that so Rubes??”

“Oh it’s definitely so.” the club was full of people, and the music was blasting through the speakers, but even in your slightly intoxicated state you could hear the roughness in Ruben’s voice.

“Babyyy!” you shouted, throwing your arms around your man’s neck, “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Not too much.” he growled in your ear, while his hands grasped your hips in a possessive way, in a delicious way, “But you are, I see.”

“I am,” you smirked at him, “I think partying with your mates is kinda growing on me!”

“Is it?” he asked, “You wanna know what I think?”

“Of course I do baby…”

“I’m only gonna tell you this once.” Ruben talked directly in your ear, his voice low, the lowest you’ve ever heard, “We’re gonna go home now. We’re gonna go home ‘cause I think you had too much to drink, and that made you forget who you should be flirting with and who not.”

“Are you gonna remind me then?”

“Oh you can count on it.”

-

“Who told you to take that dress off?” Ruben tilted his head to the side upon seeing you strut towards him with just your lace thong on.

“I thought it was okay to do so,” you looked up at him through your lashes once you were standing closely in front of him, “I mean, it looked like you wanted it off when we were in the car earlier…”

“I wanted the dress off, I still do.” he stated, “But I wanted to be the one to undress you.”

“I’m pretty sure I can undress myself.” you shrugged, crossing your arms over your naked chest and making Ruben gulp at the sight of your boobs, “I can take care of myself too, if that was the matter tonight.”

“I’m sure of that.” you were defying him, and that made Ruben’s blood boil in a good way, “That’s not the point. The point is,” he started as he grabbed your crossed arms with his hand, pushing you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed, “I’m not sure you can take care of yourself when you’re drunk. I mean, you don’t even know who you’re flirting with.”

“Is this about Mason?” you teased him some more, as the alcohol that was left in your body was making you feel confident enough to provoke him; in all honesty, you wanted him to have his way with you tonight. And you were going to do everything in your power to have him where you wanted.

“No.”

“Are you sure?” you smirked at him, while his hold on your arms slightly tightened.

“I am.” he said firmly, “This is about you, and the way you so easily forgot who you were out with. But don’t worry,” he lowered his lips to the shell of your ear, “you’re going to remember that very soon. I’ll make sure of it.”

In a matter of seconds, you landed with your back on the sheets, pushed by Ruben’s hand. Your breathing was already laboured, as you were growing impatient.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Ruben asked you as he slowly unbuttoned his jeans, keeping his eyes on you.

“Oh that’s easy, because I want you.”

“You do huh?” he smirked, now fully naked and on his knees right between your thighs, “I want you too.. I wanna fuck you so bad, and so hard that I’m gonna make you scream my name.”

“Please Rubes,” you were a whiny mess already, just by hearing his words, “please baby…”

“I didn’t even touch you, and you already beg for me.” he chuckled, a flash of sudden sweetness and adoration appeared in his eyes as he lowered his face enough to kiss you.

Needless to say, that kiss was messy. Ruben poured all of his jealousy into it, while you put the need you felt for him, the need you had been feeling all day long. Your lips, your tongues, your instincts fought for dominance, as neither of you wanted to surrender to the other.

“You want me to fuck you?” Ruben whispered breathlessly against your lips.

“Yes please baby…”

“Good. I wanna hear you scream my name.” he said as his lips trailed from your face to your neck, gently biting your sensitive skin.

“Make me.”

“I’m starting to have enough of this attitude,” he growled as you felt him move your thong to the side, slowly guiding his dick to your entrance and sliding it into you, “I think I’ll have to fuck it out of you, what do you say? Hm?” he breathed as he could already feel you contract around him.

“Fuck Ruben!” you whimpered, his actions completely unexpected as he started fucking you without a warning.

“Oh yeah I’m planning on doing that love,” he smirked as he took your chin between his fingers, while his slow movements were enough to turn you into a moaning mess below him, “But I can’t hear you say my name. You know I wanna hear that.”

“Rubenn…” you moaned while your nails scratched his lower back, “oh fuck me!”

“Yes baby, I’m fucking you,” he groaned as his movements got faster, the feel of you around him was making him feel lightheaded paired with the jealousy he was still feeling, “I am. Not Mason.”

You didn’t know where that came from, but you couldn’t help yourself as the next words left your mouth.

“What a shame he isn’t.” you bit your lower lip as soon as you saw him looking directly into your eyes, his gaze burning, fire was flooding his usually brown orbs making them look of a warmer colour. His hips stopped suddenly.

“What did you just say?”

It was a dangerous game and you knew that, but this was all it was, a game. A game Ruben was willing to play with you, more than willing actually.

“I said it’s a shame he isn’t fucking me.”

“You think so?” he said licking his lips, and when he saw you nodding your head he caught on to your act, “You don’t really think that don’t you? You purposely wound me up, didn’t you?”

“Maybe I did…” you sighed, feeling as he started to move again.

“Maybe you did huh?” he hummed, “You’re such a tease…”

He started to pound into you, punctuating everything he said with one of his thrusts.

“Firstly, you wore that dress, and you knew that was going to drive me crazy.”

“Then you didn’t even glance at me all night long.”

“Oh and what about the way you danced with the girls?”

“But the highlight of the night was the way you hit on Mason, I was so fucking jealous!”

His pace quickened once again, and you couldn’t find any words. All you could do was moan as you clung to his muscly arms for dear life.

“I did look at you Ruben…”

“Oh you did??” he was breathless, and he was breathtaking: the little droplets of sweat on his forehead and the fierce look in his eyes made your eyes roll to the back of your head as he fucked you, hard. “Oh no. Don’t do that. I want you to look at me right now. Look at me.” he growled, hooking his forefinger around your necklace and making you stare directly into his eyes.

“Rubes fuck I’m so close!” you whimpered, growing sensitive at his change of pace.

“I want you to look at me while I fuck you. I want you to cum and I want you to look at me while you do, can you do that?” he rasped, his voice low and full of desire, a clear signal that he was just as close as you were, “Can you do that baby?”

He leaned his forehead against yours, guiding his hips against you, pushing himself deeper and deeper into you. His soft moans were like music to your ears, a perfect opposition to the loud music you listened to all night long.

You simply nodded your head as Ruben sighed, he didn’t need to restrain himself anymore and he felt his body combust as soon as you placed your hands on his sculpted lower abdomen, right beside his v-lines.

“Fuck baby you’re gonna make me cum,” you moaned, as the feeling of his tensed muscles under your fingertips was letting you feel the strength of his hips even more, “oh God Ruben!”

“Look at me.” he ordered you as he pushed into you faster and faster, chasing his own high while he made sure to make yours last as long as he could.

As soon as you locked your eyes on him, he was a goner. He was fucked. Throughly fucked. He fell right into your trap, but he swore that being trapped had never felt this good.

“Look at me.” it was you this time asking him to look at you as he reached his high, and the look that he tried to hide behind his eyelids was one you were sure you’d die for: in his eyes there was fire, there was lust, love, all the possessiveness he felt was right there, in his deep brown eyes.

“Fuck baby…” he sighed as he rested his body on top of yours, relaxing under your touch.

“You know I love you right?” you smiled as you kissed his temple.

“Hm hm” he hummed.

“And you know what I said was true? That I only have eyes for you?”

“I do…” he murmured.

“I didn’t mean to make you jealous-” you were interrupted by your boyfriend’s head snapping to look at you, “okay I didn’t mean to make you this jealous, I’m sorry.”

“You know that I love you right?” he asked this time.

“I do.” you smiled at him, running your nails at the base of his neck.

“And you know I only have eyes for you?”

“Hm hm.” you chuckled as he was making fun of you by saying those things, even if he was deadly serious and you knew that.

“Okay, so, next time you want me to fuck you just say it.” he smirked, as he knew that would wind you up, “I promise I’m not gonna say no.”

“Fuck you Ruben!” you whined.

“You just did, babe.”

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The Do-Over - Part Three

Note - another request for part three, a little spicy as promised 😏 also definitely didn’t base the gift part on my boyfriends Christmas present to me this year 😉🥹 feedback is always appreciated and I hope you enjoy. Part one & Part two are linked.

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 6.3k

Warnings - fluff and smut

Low-key was not a word in Masons vocabulary.

You had both decided to keep things under wraps for now until you were both settled, giving you a chance to get yourself into a good routine with each other. The only other person who knew you were seeing each other again was Woody as he seemed to be attached to Masons hip more than you were.

Ava would hound you everyday at work, asking how your first date with him went and was furious at you for being so tight lipped. You’d even had a few texts from Dec wanting the down low as he wasn’t getting anything out of Mason but you both held it all in.

You could trust him to be secretive when it came to others asking questions, it was when you were in public that seemed to be hardest for him. You’d been on a few other dates, more dinners and a few crazy golf or bowling nights and as much as you tried to remain inconspicuous, he couldn’t help but have his hands on you at all times. His lips constantly kissing any part of skin he could access and always whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

‘It’s nearly the weekend. Got any plans with money Mase?’ Ava winked at you from across your desk and you laughed loudly at her words. ‘What? I know he’s not got a game for a few days so he’s got the evening free tomorrow. The both of you think you’re so clever but I know somethings going on’ she pouted and you rolled your eyes playfully.

‘Who says I’ve got plans with anyone tomorrow?’

‘So you can keep me company then?’ She asked and your face faltered for a second. ‘I knew it, I’m your best friend, why can’t you just admit it?’

You did feel bad, she had been rooting for you and Mason more than anyone and you would of loved to have a girl to chat about him with, so you gave into her pouty face and came clear.

‘Fine’ you huffed, and she clapped her hands together like an excited seal. ‘We’ve been seeing each other since a little after new years. We just thought it would be best to keep it low key and not put so much pressure on it, you know? Figure things out for ourselves before everyone finds out’

‘I get that’ she smiled at you sympathetically but you could tell she was over the moon for you. ‘How’s it going?’

‘Really good’ you smiled and she mirrored your smile with her own. ‘He’s grown up a lot, tells me a lot more, like when somethings on his mind he doesn’t shut off and he wants to work through it with me which is really nice’

‘What about the sex? You shagged him yet?’

‘Bloody hell Ava’ you choked, as you both got sent into a fit of giggles.

‘What I’m curious?’ She laughed whilst shrugging her shoulders. ‘You never told me what he was like when you two were together. I’ve known him for a long time and I wanna know if his bedroom abilities are up to scratch’

‘Well from what I remember I definitely had no complaints, but we haven’t gone there yet this time’ you told her. ‘We wanna focus on us as people before we rip each other clothes off’ you laughed and she gave you a knowing smile. ‘I have a question though. Why did you and Mason never get together?’

‘Dec’s a very over protective cousin’ she admitted whilst rolling her eyes ‘told Mason he’d never walk again if he ever touched me. Plus as cute as Mason is, he’s not my type’ Ava was a bit mysterious when it came to boys, never openly admitting who she liked and even though you’d seen her with guys on nights out, you’d never known her be in a proper relationship.

‘What’s your type then?’ You asked her and she rested her head on her hand whilst giving you a far away stare.

‘Ruben Loftus-Cheek’ she breathed and you both erupted into giggles before getting the death stare from a few of your colleagues. She stuck her tongue out at you playfully before carrying on with her work just as you heard your phone ping besides you. Masons name popping up on the screen.

Hello beautiful, I was having a think about to tomorrow and I’ve had an idea. Give me a call when you’re done with work xxx

You text him back, letting him know you would but you were curious about his plans. You had both decided to celebrate Masons birthday towards the end of the month as he had such a packed schedule and it was proving difficult to find a day you could both agree on however thanks to a Sunday game, Mason now had a Friday night free. Once you were on your train home, you pressed Masons number to give him call and he picked up on the third ring.

‘Hello trouble’ he answered, a slight teasing note in his tone but it made you smile.

‘Hello, Mason’

‘How was your day?’

‘Long, but not too bad. How about you?’

‘I won a shootout against Kai today, so I’d say pretty good’ he boasted and you could hear the smile in his words. ‘But I didn’t want you to call me so I could tell you how great I am. I want to speak to you about tomorrow’

‘I’m all ears’ you told him and you heard him get comfortable before starting.

‘Well Woody has managed to trick some poor girl into going out with him so my house is free and we won’t be disturbed. I thought you could come over and I can make you your favourite just like I used to’ he insisted, and you were excited by his words. ‘Just thought it might be nicer than some over priced restaurant under the prying eyes of the public like normal. I want it to be special. So what do you think?’

‘Sounds perfect’ you breathed and you heard him let out a relived sigh on the other end. ‘But it’s supposed to be your birthday Mase, not about me.’

‘How about we think of it like a joint birthday slash one month anniversary’ he laughed and you rolled your eyes playfully. Of course he was trying to make this about you. You carried on chatting until you made it home and he told you he had to go so he could sort some things out but he’d text you later like normal.

The next day was Friday, and you and Ava sat sharing a box of chocolates she had left over from Christmas whilst gossiping about Mason some more. She promised she’d not tell a soul and it felt good to have someone to talk to about him with again. As soon as the clock struck five, you were out the door and ready to race for an earlier train, but the sight outside your office made you stop in your tracks.

Masons car was parked over the road, and you could see him sat looking out. He waved as soon as he saw you and you run across the street to jump into the passenger side door what he’d opened.

‘Firstly, it’s dark out Mason. You don’t need to be wearing sunglasses, you look like a right melon’

‘Excuse me’ he scoffed, sliding them up his nose so they rested on his head. ‘I’m trying to be inconspicuous’

‘Well you make yourself stand out even more’ you laughed as you took them from his head and placed them over your eyes. ‘And secondly, what are you doing here?’

‘Well firstly’ he mocked, reaching behind your seat to produce a bunch of red roses and your heart began to race as the gesture. ‘Happy Friday, beautiful’ he smiled as he sat them in your lap. You lent over your seat and met him in the middle so you could kiss him, holding him by the jaw and stroking his cheek as you hummed into the kiss.

‘Happy Friday, Mase. Thank you, you shouldn’t have’ you told him shyly, feeling your cheeks heat up as he looked at you adoringly.

‘Thought I’d hold off sending them to your office this time, I know how embarrassed you get’ he teased but you laughed along with him as he gave you one final kiss. ‘And secondly, can a man not pick his girl up from work?’ He teased, turning in his seat and starting the ignition. ‘Thought I’d save you from public transport and take you straight to mine’

‘Thank you, Mase. I appreciate it I really do but I wanted to nip home first so I could sort myself out’

‘I can take you home first’ he smiled ‘I’ll just wait in the car and then we can go to mine’ he told you before driving off. Once at yours you quickly changed into a cute strappy black dress that was still comfortable enough for you to sit around in and touched up some of your makeup before grabbing the gift you’d got him and running back down to the car.

Once at his he made you wait by the door, claiming he wanted to check something before racing back to you, an excited smile playing on his face and he grabbed you by the waist.

‘You look gorgeous by the way’ he told you, kissing you softly as he slowly turned to stand behind you, his hands covering your eyes as he gently encouraged you to walk forwards. ‘Just trust me, yeah?’ He laughed as you yelped, grabbing onto his arms as he guided you through his house until you reached where you knew his dining room table was. He softly counted to three before removing his hands and once your eyes had adjusted you let out a soft gasp at the scene in front of you.

The table was set perfectly, candles lit in the middle of the table, silver and blue balloons grazing the ceiling with tea lights scattered about to create a more cozy atmosphere. You’d never seen anything more romantic and you felt you eyes sting as you took in the scene in-front of you.

‘Is it okay?’ He asked, almost timidly, and you pulled back you crash your lips into his. When you eventually pulled away, you both stood their smiling at each other out of breath. ‘I’ll take that as a yes’

‘It’s beautiful, Mason. Thank you I love it. But we’re supposed to be celebrating you and I feel like you’ve done all the hard work.’

‘Well, like I said, it’s a joint celebration’ he winked before leaning down to kiss you again. ‘Foods almost done so why don’t you take a seat and I’ll sort everything out’ he told you whilst pulling out your chair so you could sit.

He returned from the kitchen to top up your glass before bringing in your food in. Your hand sat in his throughout as you chatted over dinner and you sat there feeling like you were in a fairytale, thanking whatever god would listen for bringing Mason back into your life.

After dessert he shooed you off to the sofa whilst he cleared the plates away. You took this time to grab his gift and as he came over to join you, you passed it over to him with a smile.

‘What’s this’ he smiled, taking the wrapped box from your hands and setting it on his lap.

‘Just a little something’ you breathed, before placing your hand over his as he went to unwrap it, halting his movements. ‘Before you look, you’re really hard to buy for’ you told him and you both let out a little laugh. ‘I mean what do you buy the man who has everything? So it’s just a few little silly things and-‘

He cut you off with a kiss and you could feel his smile on your lips before he pulled away. ‘Whatever it is, I’ll love it cause it’s from you’ he told you before you removed your hand so he could tear the paper off.

Inside were all of Masons favourite sweets with cute little handwritten notes you attached with a pin about each one. You’re as cute as a button pinned to a bag of chocolate buttons, I chews you on a packet of chewits and life without you was unBEARable attached to a huge bag of gummy bears among some other random bits and bobs. He laughed as he read through all of them before his eyes met yours and the look he was giving you made you blush.

‘I know it’s silly, but I remember you used to like to sneak snacks in your bag for away games so I thought I’d help you stock up’ you laughed and he lent over to kiss your forehead.

‘These are coming with me tomorrow’ he winked before pulling you into his lap. ‘Thank you baby’ he whispered against you lips before kissing you deeply, running his hands over your thighs as you clung to his shoulders. He pulled away and you both sat there with flushed cheeks whilst smiling before he gently moved you off him to grab a small box off the coffee table that you hadn’t seen. ‘Now it’s your turn’

‘My turn? What you on about? What’s this?’ You asked as he passed the the small box.

‘I told you, one month anniversary’ he winked and you shook your head whilst trying to give the gift back to him.

‘No Mason, I can’t accept this’

‘Please baby’ he pouted, pushing it back ‘I picked it out myself and I want you to have it’ he insisted and after a silent stare off for a few moments, you undid the wrapping. As soon as you noticed the shade of blue from the gift box, you dropped it into your lap and covered your face. ‘Hey, what’s wrong?’ He laughed but you couldn’t look at him as you responded.

‘I can’t Mase, it’s too much’

‘You haven’t even opened it yet’

‘But I can tell where it’s from’ you countered before looking up into his hopeful face. ‘Really, Mase? Tiffany’s? I don’t feel like I deserve it’ you laughed, so he grabbed your hand with a sympathetic smile.

‘You deserve this and so much more’ he whispered, kissing you pout gently. ‘Just let me give you this, please’ he begged, and you cook one final breath before opening up the box to revel a small arrow pendent necklace. Not one for flashy jewellery, you fell in love with it instantly, a small gasp came flying from your lips as you inspected it. ‘Do you like it?’ Mason whispered, snapping you out of your trance so you could look at him.

‘I really do, could you put it on me?’ You asked and he smiled whilst taking the box from your hand removing it whilst you turned away from him so he could fix it around your neck.

‘There’s a reason why I chose this one. It’s not just random’ he told you, his lips by your ear as you felt him fiddle with the clasp.

‘What’s the reason?’

‘Well, there’s two reasons actually. The first one was to tie into my cherub tattoo’ he told you, leaning you back so you were pressed against his chest, looking up at him as you were hanging on his every word. ‘Being struck by Cupid’s arrow means you fallen in love. Just like us’ he winked and you chuckled as he held you a little bit tighter. ‘They also apparently symbolise overcoming set backs and moving forward. Like you have to pull an arrow back, and the further you do, the more it travels forward. I like to think that describes us a bit? Like we’ve had to go through a bit of a shit time, but now we get to move forward together and I’m so excited about what the future holds for us’

‘Fuck’ you whispered and he laughed lightly at you whilst furrowing his eyebrows. ‘I think I’ve just fallen in love with you all over again’ you told him and he bent down to kiss you gently. ‘No seriously. That was sexy as hell’ you laughed and you felt his chest rumble as he laughed behind you.

‘Oh yeah?’ He teased, ticking your sides until you turned in his grasp, your eyes flicking over the flushed face of the boy you loved more than anything. You felt your face drop as you thought about leaving soon, not wanting to be away from him tonight, and he picked up on your soured face instantly. ‘What’s the frown about, pretty girl?’ he asked, cupping your cheek so you’d look at him.

‘I know we’ve still got a few hours, but I don’t wanna go’ you pouted. Curling your arms around his shoulders and hiding your face in his neck. He hugged you back tightly, slightly swaying you as you felt him laugh under his breath.

‘So don’t go’ he reasoned and you pulled back to look at him. ‘I don’t want you to go. I never do. Ive got stuff here for you, you can sleep in my shirt like you used to and I’ll drop you home on the way to Chels tomorrow’ he shrugged, like he had it all planned already.

‘You sure’ you whispered and he pulled you in for a long heavy kiss that told you all you needed to know.

‘Come on, why don’t we get sorted for bed and watch tv or something. I know you’re dying to get out of this dress’ he teased, pulling you up and walking you towards the stairs. After a quick shower, you met Mason in his room wrapped in a towel where he handed you a fresh T-shirt from his drawer. ‘I’ve actually got some of your stuff in there I think’ he told you, pointing to the drawer where you used to keep a few of your things. You had a peek inside to find some clean underwear and socks as well as a few pairs of leggings and you smiled that he’d kept them in there for so long. ‘I won’t be long’ he smiled before disappearing into his en-suite.

You quickly changed into his shirt before looking through the underwear in his drawer to find a nice pair, settling on a meshy black pair that you thought you’d lost. You weren’t sure if anything was about to happen with him but you wanted to look good just in case it did. You were just packing back the last few things when you heard his door open, turning round to find him stood in just his boxers and you bit your lip at the sight. He quickly dimmed the lights before pulling you into bed, helping you to sit on his lap and straddle his thighs.

His hands were stroking up and down your legs as his dark eyes flickered over every inch of you. You felt hot under his stare, and when he lent forward to press his lips to yours, you couldn’t help but hum into his mouth.

‘What happened to watching tv, Mase?’ You laughed as you pulled away and he squeezed your waist gently.

‘You expect me to focus on some boring show when I’ve got you in my bed with my shirt on? Nuh uh, I can think of other things I’d rather be doing’

‘Oh yeah? Like what?’

‘You’ he whispered in your ear, and you shivered at the thought. It had been so long since he’d touched you, since anyone had touched you in fact and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous. Your thoughts turned to the last time Mason had been touched, wondering if he’d slept with anyone in your time apart and the thought made you feel sick. He was always being linked to girls and you tried to take as little notice as you could but now you felt like you couldn’t let this carry on unless you knew what happened. You realised you had no right to be upset, he was single and you figured there was no way he could of gone a whole year without seeing anyone, but you still felt that sinking feeling in your tummy.

He felt you stiffen up, turning your chin so you’d look him in the eye, and the look of panic and sadness confused him. ‘Hey’ he whispered softly, stroking your cheek gently to try and calm you. ‘If you don’t wanna do anything it’s fine, like if it’s too soon I get it’ he reassured you, but you shook your head, knowing that wasn’t the issue.

‘It’s not that’ you whispered and he pulled you even closer to him.

‘What is it then, baby? Talk to me’ he asked, and his tone melted your insides.

‘I’m gonna sound so stupid, but I was just thinking and I wondered if… like the year we were apart? Did you um- did you…’

‘Did I sleep with anyone?’ He asked, finishing your sentence for you. You were too frazzled to say anything so you just nodded, looking at him with wide eyes as you waited for his answer. He gave you a small embarrassed smile and you were ready for him to tell you you had when he shook his head to say no.

‘What?’ You questioned, furrowing your brows as you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. ‘You’re telling me you haven’t had sex since the last time we did?’

‘I’m not gonna sit here and tell you I didn’t have the chance to, I’ve been on a few dates here and there and yeah I kissed a few of them but it never went any further than that’ he told you and you appreciated his honesty. ‘Truth is I knew it wouldn’t be the same, and I lost interest’ he shrugged and you let you a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding. ‘Don’t worry, before you I wasn’t exactly reeling them in. I know how to get by’ he winked, waving his hands at his sides to let you know he knew how to look after himself. You laughed, blushing as you covered your face and fell into his chest. His arms came around you, holding you to him as he kissed your head, relief flooding your veins at his admission. ‘What about you huh? Got anything you need to tell me?’

‘I went on one date’ you admitted, turning your face so was free from his neck and you could talk as he rested his cheek on the top of your head. ‘It was an absolute disaster and I had to get Ava to call me and pretend to of fallen down the stairs so I could leave’ you told him and you felt his chest shake underneath you as he laughed.

‘So that’s it?’

‘That was it’ you affirmed and he looked at you confused. ‘Don’t worry, I know how to get by too’ you winked as you sat up to look at him and his face was a picture as if he couldn’t believe what you’d just said, but when he bit his lip, you knew what mood he was in.

‘Is that so’ he murmured, flipping you over so you were now on your back and he was leaning over you. ‘Why don’t you show me’

‘What?’ You blushed, wondering if he was actually asking you what you thought he was.

‘I want you to show me, what you did to yourself when I wasn’t around’ he whispered, rising to his knees so he could get a better look at you. Palming over his boxers and you could see he was getting hard at the thought of you touching yourself. ‘Go on baby, put on a show for me. Don’t worry, I’ll show you too’

You were frozen in place, this not being something the two of you had ever done before, in fact something you’d never done with anyone so you were unsure how to proceed, but the lust in his eyes made your tummy erupt with butterflies, so you slowly ran your hands down you body as he got comfortable in between your legs. Lying on his stomach with his head by your knees so he had a good view of you.

You quickly sat up to discard the T-shirt and laid back down, hearing him growl lowly at the brief sight of your chest. You could feel him pressing sporadic kisses on the inside of your leg, and before you could talk yourself out of it, your hands were gliding back down and dipping into your underwear.

You were already wet from his stare and soon enough you felt his hands hook your underwear down your legs and pull them off, now giving him a full view of what you were doing to yourself. You could feel your face flushing at the intimacy of it all, and you knew your hands were shaking but you pushed through, at first pretending he want even there and running your fingertips all over your body again until you were covered in goosebumps and you could feel your nipples harden.

You slowly ran your fingers through your folds, coating them before you circled over your clit. You could hear Mason take in a breath before kissing your legs again, slowly getting higher as you pleasured yourself in front of him.

‘Mason’ you breathed as the pleasure intensified and you felt him shuffle up your body a bit more until hips lips were on your waist.

‘That’s it, that’s my girl’ he mumbled into your skin and you let out a whimper as his lips attached to you nipple, sucking gently before teasing off with his teeth, sending a shiver down you spine. He sat up on his knees in between your legs before he pushed his boxers down, letting himself spring free and your mouth watered at the sight of him.

He took himself into his hand, slowly pumping himself up and down whilst his gaze fluttered all over you as if he didn’t know where to look. Soon after, he grabbed your wrist, and bought your fingers to his mouth, sucking your wetness from you as his eyes rolled back at the taste.

‘Fuck, just as good as I remember’ he breathed, getting his face settled between your thighs again as he looked up at you. ‘I’m a little out of practice but I need to taste you’ he told you, placing your hand in his hair before diving into you tongue first.

You gasped at the contact, finally feeling his mouth on you again after so long. He told you he was out of practice but he was always good with his tongue and you were pleasantly surprised to find that was still the case. You tugged his hair slightly in a way he used to love and he moaned into you.

You had gotten yourself most of the way there already, so when slipped his fingers inside you, it didn’t take long for you cum around them. Once he knew you were through it, he went back to kissing all over your thighs, traveling up your body to kiss your chest and the feel of his lips still all over you sent your head into a spin, only the the thought of him pounding into you on your mind, but he seemed far too interested in kissing every inch of your skin that he’d missed.

‘Mase, please fuck me’ you whimpered and you heard him whine into your neck at your words, lifting his head with a mischievous smile so he could bump his nose with yours. You could feel him hard against your leg so you knew he was ready and waiting for you but you also knew he liked to drag out your pleasure.

‘Say that again for me baby’ he uttered, kissing your cheeks as you bucked up into him.

‘Fuck me Mase, please. I need to feel you’ you pleaded, ruining your hands down his body until you were met with his length. You took him in your hand, pumping him a few times and enjoying the way his face changed at the feeling. His eyes closing and his lips parting ever so slightly so he could let out a shaky breath. You managed to line him up with your entrance, but he needed no extra help from there. Slamming into you until you arched your back, moaning directly into his ear as he thrusted into you with all he had.

‘So needy for me’ he teased, his lips lost in your neck before he brought his head up to look at you again. Both breathing into each others mouths as he gave you all he could. He was close already and you could tell, but you knew he wasn’t ready to cum yet so he sat up before spitting down onto you and circling your clit whilst he was still buried inside you. ‘That good’ he questioned, noticing how your eyes were rolling to the back of your head with each brush of his fingers.

‘You have no idea’ you managed to croak out, the feeling becoming overwhelming and you were certain you’d never felt this good. He saw how close you were, now knowing it was safe for him to get back into it so he started moving his hips again whilst still keeping his fingers working. His other hand traveled up to your throat, squeezing gently as he remembered you used to love it and clearly still did from the way you tightened around him even more.

You were trying to keep your moans at bay, not wanting to sound too desperate, but the harder he went, the harder it became for you to keep a lid on things.

‘I know for a fact you can be louder than that, come on baby, let me hear you. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel’ he pleaded, his low raspy voice turning you on even more causing you to cry out in pleasure. He bit his lip at the sound before attaching his lips to yours, pushing you both over the finish line and you clung to his neck as you both attempted to get your breathing back on track.

He slumped to the side of you, not wanting to crush you but too tired to move anywhere further. You ran your fingers through his hair and felt his body melting into yours which caused you to chuckle beneath him.

‘Don’t laugh at me’ he scolded you gently before lifting off you slightly so he could look at you. The bridge of his nose was flushed and his hair was a mess but he was radiating happiness and you couldn’t help but smile at him. ‘You okay?’ He whispered and you nodded whilst kissing his forehead.

‘Never better’ you breathed and he nestled back into your neck.

‘Well rest up, I’m gonna need a round two soon’ he told you, standing up and helping you you to sit so you could go to the bathroom. You let out a little laugh and his eyes snapped to yours, a cheeky smile on his face as he winked. ‘You think I’m joking, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do’ he teased, slapping your bum playfully as he followed you into the bathroom to join you in the shower.

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You’d barely slept, both your hands on each other all the time and the simplest of contact led to a quick fumble between the sheets. You were exhausted and had no idea how Mason was going to manage to get through the day. At least he would have a night away from you tonight to catch up on sleep before his game tomorrow.

You we’re currently in the kitchen, dressed only in your underwear and Masons shirt whilst you made the pair of you a coffee. He was currently behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist as he kissed your neck gently and you lent into his chest to update him on some office gossip you hadn’t got round to telling him yesterday. You both heard the front door open, freezing as you were unsure as to who it could be, but the sound of Masons dad shouting his name made you relax before panicking again.

‘Shit, I forgot they were all coming today’ he groaned and you were filled with anxiety as you took the pair of you in, him in just his boxers and you not leaving much to the imagination. ‘Fuck fuck fuck’ he muttered before darting from the room to greet them, leaving you stood in the kitchen, frozen in fear.

‘Ah there he is. Nice to see you got dressed this morning’ you heard his mother tease, their voices getting closer and the entered the living room. ‘What the hell is going on in here’ she laughed and you realised the table was still set from last night as half burnt candles littered the floor and balloons were floating around everywhere. ‘You know what, I don’t wanna know. I just need to put this in your fridge’

‘I can do that’ you heard him offer, a tinge of desperation in his voice, but it was no use. Before you knew it, she was in the kitchen, your eyes meeting and you’d never seen her look so shocked. She visibly jumped before she realised it was you, a massive smile breaking out on her face before she dashed to your side, bringing you in to a bone crushing hug.

‘I knew it’ she shouted spinning you both in a circle and she laughed. ‘They all thought I was mad but I was right’ she howled, as Mason stood laughing with his hands on his hips in the doorway. Debbie pulled back, holding you in front of by your arms as her eyes filled with tears. Your eyes glazed over too at the sight of her, you knew how close Mason was with his family and they had welcomed you with open arms when you first got together. To see her so happy at the sight of you warmed your insides.

‘What do you mean you were right?’ Jaz questioned as she followed in behind, but as soon as she saw you she was running over to join the hug. ‘Oh it’s so good to see you, but I owe mum a tenner now so it’s kind of not’ she laughed as Mason entered the room, holding summer on his hip, his dad, brother and Sam flooding in behind with shocked faces.

‘Why do you owe mum a tenner?’ He questioned as you watched the little girl wriggle around in his arms as if she was fighting him off to get to you.

‘Call it mother’s intuition’ she laughed and Mason rolled his eyes and he popped Summer on the floor so she could run over to you ‘let’s face it Mason, you haven’t exactly been a ray of sunshine this last year. But these last few weeks you were back to being my Mase again’ she explained as you lifted Summer up onto your hip. ‘I knew there was something up and I figured it had to be you’ she told you, squeezing you a little tighter. ‘He gets this special look when you’re around’

‘Who is it Summer’ Jaz asked her excitedly as she began threading her tiny fingers in your hair.

‘Auntie y/n’ she clapped and you tickled her sides gently. ‘Trousers gone?’ She questioned and your face flushed as you remembered you were stood there in front of his family in pretty much next to nothing.

‘Uh yeah, I must of lost them’ you laughed and you could see Mason trying to hold in a laugh from across the room.

‘Summer?’ You heard Lewis call as you set her down. ‘Why don’t we go get your stuff out the car while y/n tries to find them. Mason maybe you can help, I have a feeling yours might be lost in the same place’ he teased before grabbing Summers hand and walking her out the room.

Once back up in Mason room, you flopped onto his bed face first and groaned as he stood laughing at you. ‘Don’t Mase, I’m so embarrassed’

‘But look how happy they were to see you’ he laughed as he sat down on the bed next to you, rubbing over your thigh to try and comfort you. ‘Sorry baby, it’s my fault. I was so focused on you being here i forgot I’d made plans with them. They’re gonna stay here tonight and come to my game tomorrow’ he explained and you rolled over to look up at his apologetic face. ‘You do realise my mum will probably invite you to go with them now’

‘I suppose it wouldn’t hurt, I haven’t been to a game in a while’ you told him, sitting up as he kissed your cheek. ‘Can I borrow a shirt?’

He laughed, standing up to grab one of this season’s shirts with his name printed on the back and you smiled as he handed it to you. ‘Call it a late Christmas present’ he winked as he cupped your jaw to kiss you. ‘I guess since now my family know, and you’ll be wearing my shirt at the game, maybe now we can tell some more people? Like be official?’

‘Are you asking me to be your girlfriend again, Mason Mount?’ You teased, your eyebrows raised and your tongue in your cheek as he looked into your eyes lovingly.

‘I’m asking you to be my girlfriend again y/n y/l/n. If you’ll have me that is’

‘I don’t see why not’ you whispered as you kissed him. A year of hurt and upset now behind you as you were officially back with your person.

[footballerimaginess]

Getting back together

Can I request a Ruben Loftus Cheek one where you aren’t together but are expecting a baby and you get into an accident and since he’s still on your emergency contact list, he comes to the hospital and helps you. And you get back together❤️ Ruben Loftus Cheek  Word Count: 565 TRIGGER WARNING - Involves hospitals and injuries Breaking up was tough, especially when you were carrying his baby.  The break up was extremely hard, but despite knowing that you loved him but you knew it was the right thing to do.  One day you were driving home from work, when a car smashed straight into your car head on crash. 

“Shit” you winced as you felt a pain in your back and stomach.  As you watched over as you eyes glanced over as someone came running across to see if you were okay.  The ambulance crew came rushing over as you were in a complete panic, panicking over the baby as you weren’t entirely sure what part of your body was in pain at this moment.  As soon as the paramedics took you to the hospital, you were still in a complete state of shock and hadn’t spoken much in the ambulance.  “How many weeks pregnant are you?” the paramedic asked you as you took your mask off.  “27 weeks, having a boy” you smiled as you winced as another pain went through your body.  “We are only a matter of minutes, keep calm” he smiled as you put your hand out as you wanted it to be held as he gently squeezed your hand as you gave a small smile.  You were wheeled into A&E, it was extremely busy once you tried to open your eyes.  “y/n, we have contacted your next of kin as you seem very distressed right now” the nurse replied as you watched as all the doctors walked in to come and look at your injuries.  “Is the baby okay?” you asked as the doctors put gel on your stomach.  “There we go ”the midwife pointed as you heard the heartbeat as the baby was wriggling around on the monitor.  “We will need to monitor you more and see where the pain is coming from, but we will leave you to rest for a short while” the doctor smiled as he left the room as you tried to put your head on the pillow to try and rest your aching body.  “Hi” you looked up and saw Ruben in front of you.  “What you doing here?” you asked him as he handed you a bag.  “They called me and said you were in a crash, I came straight here. Is the baby okay?” he asked you as he sat down on the chair beside your bed.  “Oh, yeah he’s fine. He was wriggling on the screen. Just a few bumps, but you didn’t need to come” you told him as he grabbed your fingers gently.  “I had to see you babe, I can’t just ignore the mother of my child. Don’t think I don’t care about you Darling. I was sorry for breaking things off, but you’ll need my help judging by how swollen your ankle is” you looked down at it, where you hadn’t even noticed how puffy it was.  “Sorry that wasn’t what I meant, guess my hormones are a bit all over the place. I appreciate your help and I am going to need it. Thank you” you smiled as you squeezed his hand gently.  “Let me know when you come home and let’s just put this silly patch behind us. I want you back and I think you want me back too” he smiled as you nodded back.   “I like that” you smiled. 

[kierantierney3]

Hi, can I request for an instagram au between Ruben Loftus-Cheek with actress! reader who is pretty much a widely respected actress with box office hit and critical acclaim to her name. The two are private but was spotted by the paps though they didn’t give any response. Though they did become a little more open afterwards - reader attending his matches without hiding, Ruben attending her film premiere (say for Dune 2) but they never talk or post about one another.

Thank you for your request. Don’t think i ever written for Rlc. It’s a cute request. I have changed it ever so slightly, i did it so they did talk about each other but tried my best to stick to the original request.

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Celebritygossip

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Celebritygossip Actor Y/n y/l/n and footballer Ruben Loftus Cheek have been spotted in public kissing. Is there a new couple on the block? Link in bio

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user25 OMG WHAT?

user075 no wayyyy

user23 wow talk about a hard launch

yourusername

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yourusername I promise i am happy anyways Dune 2 coming to Cinema soon! Can’t wait for you to all see it!

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user29 So exciting ahhhhh

user028 Rcl in the likes? We see youuuu

user0284 I’ve never been so excited for something in my whole life.

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y/n y/l/n updates

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y/n y/l/n updates Y/n spotted with a fan after the Ac milan game. The recent rumours are her and Ruben Loftus Cheek are a couple this comes after the paparazzi photos came out of them kissing, neither have made any comment.

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yourusername 🩷

user294 Girlie we see you. Private but public

user I just want more photos of them 😭😭

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rcl Dune 2 premiere thank you for the invite. What a movie in cinemas now. 🍿🍿

user294 We all know who invited him 🤣

cmpulisic Where is my invite?

user91 Bf and Gf goalssss

user91 The fact they were both in the same place as each other and we didn’t get a photo of them together 🥲

20 questions with Ruben Loftus Cheek

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player: Ruben Dias / Ruben Loftus-Cheek words: 1685 request: Ruben / You / 500 – 900 / You are from LA so you never got to experience a white Christmas as a child and build a snowman so Ruben and his family have a snowman building contest with you❤️

(which Ruben wasn't specified so I tried not to elaborate too much on specifics which could be for either. I also tweaked the request slightly. either way, I hope this is ok)

You’d seen the Hallmark movies of it snowing on Christmas Eve. You’d heard of the issues that snow brought, how it could bring cities and towns to a complete standstill but having lived under the hot LA sun almost all of your life, you’d never even seen a snowflake with your own eyes, let alone the inches of white stuff that December was supposed to bring. 

Ruben had shown you pictures of him in knee length snow, and others of him at home with his family growing up and during his club playing days.He always looked happy, cold but the smile rarely slipped from his face.  He promised you that at the first sign of snow approaching, he’d do what he could to ensure you had the best experience with it and you’d sworn that you’d hold him to it. 

So far, December has proven to be freezing with Ruben constantly reminding you that “this is still autumn, sorry. Fall,” he’d say in an exaggerated accent, “and you still have time to go before experiencing a real winter.” He’d head out, thick coat unzipped and no scarf on while the tip of his nose and his fingers resembled ice cubes while you trudged behind him in a sweater, thick coat, gloves, scarf and hat and still felt the cold seeping into your bones. He’d warm up within ten minutes or so once in the warmth but it felt like an age before you’d defrosted and could feel your limbs again comfortably. If this truly was still fall, Winter was not a season that you were particularly excited for anymore. 

Everywhere the two of you have visited has been incredibly busy. streets were flooded with bodies scrambling in and out of shop doors and spilling out into the roads as more people grew impatient with those who preferred dawdling. Shopping here was a whole new experience but Ruben kept you close to him at all times with an arm protectively wrapped around your back and guiding you to where you both needed to go. 

“It’s going to snow soon,” Ruben stated, looking down at you with a big grin. 

“You can’t know that.” you’d challenged, sniffing at the air but only taking in a ridiculous amount of coldness which seems to burn your sinuses. 

“I can. And it will. I can smell it in the air.”

You thought he sounded ridiculous and you backed up your belief by betting him a weeks worth of household chores. By the time you returned home, your feet ached more than you thought possible and the bath that Ruben made for you helped to both warm you back up and soothe your aching body. Climbing into the bed, you vaguely remembered Ruben saying something about the first snowflakes of the year beginning to fall but you were too exhausted to fully take in what he was saying before you slipped into the land of nod. 

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The smell of breakfast and coffee coaxes you slowly from your sleep. Your eyes still feel heavy and giving a little stretch only confirms that your muscles still haven’t forgiven you for yesterday. Opening one eye only, you glance around and note that Ruben hasn’t joined you back in the bed yet. Testing the waters a little further, you stick a foot out and immediately pull it back under the duvet as the cold hits your skin. 

“Please put the heating on Ruben,” you groan to yourself as you pull the duvet up and over your head and you snuggle back down into the warmth as you come around properly. You may have fallen asleep again, you may have just taken a while to fully awake, which one it was, you’re really not sure but by the time you’re pulling back the duvet and sitting up while wiping sleep from your eyes, you can hear Ruben making his way upstairs. 

His large size takes up the doorframe impressively as always, and in his hands is a drink for himself and a hot caffeinated drink for yourself if the smell was anything to go by. It’s only once your hands wrap around the mug that he offers you that you also realise that the bite in the air has now disappeared thanks to the radiators being in full swing now. It was bliss. 

“I was right by the way.” Ruben states proudly as he takes a sip of his drink and perches himself on the edge of the bed. 

“Hmmm? In what way?” you ask before blowing over the surface of the drink and tentatively taking a small sip. 

“It snowed.” he says, a grin spreading across his face as surprise contorts your expression. 

“For real?” You make quick work of putting down your mug and heading over to the window. The chill alone through the glass makes you shiver but there it is, just like Ruben promised. Blankets of thick white covering the lawn, patio, the tree branches and bird feeders. The football posts and net that is always assembled has an impressive amount across the bar and more continues to fall from the sky. The clouds are a dark grey and it doesn’t appear like it’ll stop any time soon. “Can we go out in it?” 

“Not before you’ve drunk your drink and there’s breakfast downstairs. Trust me, you’ll need something warm in your belly if you’re going to be going out there.”

And Ruben wasn’t wrong. Even beneath the multitude of layers which you’d piled on before stepping outside, the moment the door was open, the coldness took your breath away. You’ve taken several photos for you to look back on and maybe a few to upload to your social media for those back home to see. It really was beautiful. Freezing cold but beautiful. 

“I feel guilty for ruining it.” you comment, turning to look at him as he stands behind you equally wrapped up.

“You don’t need to go out if you don’t want to.” he offers you another solution. 

“And what if i never get this chance again?”

“You’ll see snow again.”

“It’s taken me this many years just to experience this. But to get snow this close to Christmas? How often have you had a white Christmas?” 

“You’ve got me there. Rarely. Maybe once, twice max.”

“Exactly.” You say sternly and turn back to the white garden. You lift your foot and hesitantly take that first step, not wanting to ruin the picturesque scene before you but you couldn’t deny that first crunch of the crust breaking is incredibly satisfying. 

The next step was just as beautiful. And the one after that. And the one after that. Pausing, you pull your phone from your pocket to take a quick snap of the footsteps imprinted and find yourself looking into Ruben’s camera as he takes a picture of you too. 

“Look how happy you are.” He notes, a boyish grin on his own face from watching you. You hadn’t noticed you were smiling but now he’s pointed it out, you can feel it oh too clearly. 

“I feel like a child at…well, Christmas.”

“Consider this an early present then.”

“I want to build a snowman and have a snowball fight but I don't want to mess it all up.”

“Why don’t we walk right up to the back there and make our snowmen and then come back a-”

“Can we try and walk back in our footsteps so we’re not disturbing it too much?” you ask him, eyes large and pleading. 

“Of course baby.” He says and steps into your prints. 

Despite being outside less than five minutes, the cold is already penetrating your skin and chilling your bones. Your fingers ache within the softness of the gloves that Ruben made you wear. He’d stood you in front of him and dressed you like he would a child. He’d tucked your scarf in, adjusted your hat and ensured that your gloves were pulled up high on your wrist to be tucked into the sleeve of your coat. “I know these weather conditions better than you. I don’t want you being sick for Christmas because you weren’t properly dressed for this.” he’d said before kissing your nose. 

You trudge up where you know the path is but unable to currently see it and keep going until you find a good open space which seems ideal for snowman building. Ruben appears beside you within a few seconds and stares at the space alongside you. 

“How should we tackle this?” You ask and look up at him. 

“Do you picture a snowman with a head, belly and base where the legs should be or just a head and belly? Do you picture two or three balls?”

“Two. I don’t think I could manage three. My hands are too cold, I fear they may fall off before I finish making him.”

“At least I could add them for authenticity.” Ruben jokes then swallows back his laugh when catches your facial expression. “The bottom ball needs to be bigger than the top. We can start with a snowball and then keep adding to it and adding to it until it’s the right size. Then we’ll add these,” he pauses to pull out something out of his pocket. Unbeknown to you, he’d scoured the house for things that could be used for this exact reason. He also retrieves a carrot too. “for the snowman’s face and buttons. I can put on my hat and scarf.”

“But then you’ll be cold.”

“We’ll get a few more English winters into you and you’ll barely feel it at all.” He grins, before bending at the waist and scoops up a handful of snow. “We better get going. Knowing English weather, it’ll start raining soon and all of this will be washed away.”

You’re not sure if he’s joking or not, but you’ve had your fair share of rain so far and you’re not about to start doubting him now. You mirror him, bending to scoop up your own handful and cast him a warm smile, “then let's begin.”

[emwritesfootball]

Family Day | Ruben Loftus-Cheek

Being at RLC’s place as him and his brothers/cousin play playstation, you helping his mum and sister cook only to later join and sit in between his arms as he plays, his family gushing over you two just something fluffy

Warnings: none

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Spending time with Ruben’s family was one of your favourite things, and something you looked forward to whenever he told you he was going to visit his mum. It was a once-monthly occurrence, the whole family getting together for a family dinner that rivaled all your expectations.

Everyone was already there when you and Ruben arrived, the house noisy and filled with life. His brothers were running around the house when they weren’t fighting his cousin for control of the PlayStation, his mum occasionally shouting at them to be quieter.

“Oh, thank god you’re here!” His mum exclaimed when she saw the two of you. Ruben immediately hugged her and placed a kiss on her cheek. “Can you take those crazy boys out of my living room and into the back garden for some football or something?”

“Of course, mum,” Ruben replied, flashing her a smile before turning back around and shouting to his siblings and cousin to join him outside.

“Would you like some help in the kitchen?” You asked, smiling at his mum’s relieved sigh as she gave you a look and nodded.

The two of you caught up as you chopped the veg and she prepared the meat, talking and laughing over meal preparation. When his sister walked in and joined the two of you, it got even better, the laughter getting a little louder as she joined in.

You kept an eye on the back garden, watching proudly as Ruben played football with his younger brother and cousin, their giggles and screams emanating through to the kitchen.

Dinner was great, everyone enjoying each other’s company as you all caught each other up on life, Joe’s attention rapt as Ruben recounted the last few Chelsea matches and the training the last few weeks.

When dessert was finished everyone made their way into the living room to hang out and spend time together. Ruben persuaded you to play with him, which ended up just being you sitting in his lap as he held the PlayStation controller in his hands with his arms around you.

“The two of you are so cute!” His sister gushed, watching as you kissed Ruben’s cheeks comfortingly as he lost the latest round of Mario Kart to his cousin.

“Thanks,” you said, ducking your head to hide your embarrassment in Ruben’s neck.

“She’s the cute one - I’m just lucky I managed to get her to date me.”

“Oh, stop!” You chastised, swatting at his shoulder. “You’re cute sometimes.”

The comment made everyone break out in laughter and Ruben pulled you close. You spent the rest of the night snuggled into his side, enjoying his family’s company as you only got to see them once a month. When the two of you left, you all promised to see each other the following month, already looking forward to the next one.

[judeswhore]

hi so since i have a little bit of a break requests r back open for a little while but before requesting pls check my rules, i’m still not 100% into writing again so pls be mindful of that, i’ll answer requests that i feel i can portray properly and have motivation to do so pls don’t be offended if it takes a while to get to urs

[footballdaydream]

Could I have a really chill/fluff rainy day one for Ruben please?

It was pouring outside hence you couldn’t go out and about to enjoy a day off with your boyfriend Ruben. You sat on the sofa, a pout on your lips as Ruben sat down next to you and instantly wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “It’s okay, love. Tomorrow the weather will be better.”, he reassured you as you slowly nodded your head and looked around the living room, not knowing what to do. “What should we do now though?”, you asked him as you sat up and looked at your boyfriend, hoping that he had an idea. “Well we could cook something, sit down together and watch some films, enjoy each other’s company. How does that sound?”, he asked you, a smile on your lips as you nodded your head.

That’s exactly what you did. First you cooked late lunch/early dinner together, making your favourite thing to eat, Pasta. Once that was finished you sat down at your dining table, a glass of wine in front of you as you two ate in peace, talking about different topics from time to time.

After your meal was done and you did the dishes, you searched for some snacks around the house until you sat down on the sofa, all the snacks you could find spread out on the table. “What should we watch?”, Ruben asked you as you took the remote into your hand and started scrolling through all the film options you had, opting for a romantic comedy which wasn’t Ruben’s favourite but he knew you loved it hence he agreed to watch it. You immediately snuggled up to your boyfriend, a blanket thrown over you two as you watched the film, snacking from time to time.

“You know even though it was raining all day, we still had a great day.”, he said as your first film ended. You looked up at him with a bright smile on your face, leaning towards him and kissing his lips softly. “You’re right. Thank you.”, you said as you kissed his lips again, putting the remote on his lap. “You’re allowed to pick the next movie but no horror.”, you said, looking at him half sternly half-jokingly, making him chuckle lightly.

[footballjournal]

[errythinisblue]

ruben loftus cheek fluff?

Of course babe! If you have a more specific request go ahead and send it to me!

I’ll gladly write it once I’m done with the one I’m writing rn 🥰

[charlottemount]

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If you want to request y/n with others player please send me your request 😊

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• Jesse Lingard

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• Son Heung Min

• Ruben Loftus Cheek

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[mountswhore]

another idea: what if jorgi and reader fake date...

so jorgi has a crush on some medic (reader could work a different occupation with the chelsea team or she's a chelsea footballer) anyways and she has a crush on RLC, so jorgi and her make a deal to fake date to get their crushes jealous but in the end of it all jorgi and reader fall in love as they are just the perfect match for one another (but they never admitted to each other of their new attraction for each other), but then jorgi couldnt hide his feelings anymore so after winning a game his first thought is her, so he runs up to her, picks her up and kisses her passionately in front of everyone

she asks him 'why did he kiss her as it was all fake' and he tells her how his feelings for her has never been faked and that he's in love with her :))

i'll be sure to come to come back whenever you want me to :)

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 — jorginho

summary: you and your friend, jorgi, compose a plan to make your respective crushes jealous. but you didn't plan to fall in love with him.

notes: requests are OPEN.

"Ugh, why can't he just make a move?" You huffed, head resting against the barriers that separated the training pitch from outside seating. You were watching Ruben warming up, and Jorgi made a vomiting sound as you stared.

"It's 2021 now, it's doesn't have to be the man's job." Jorgi commented, and you rolled your eyes at him. The two of you had been friends since you joined the Chelsea staff as the teams travel manager. You were in charge of organising flights, cabs, and whatnot to get the team to a different city if need be. And Jorgi kept your crush on Ruben Loftus-Cheek a secret, just as you kept his crush on the Chelsea medic, Kiara, a secret.

"Shut up, at least I'm further with Ruben than you are with Kiara." You joked, pulling a proud face as you continued to stare at the 6'2 man jogging around the pitch. It wasn't a lie, you had progressed further with him than Jorgi did with Kiara, even if it was just commenting on each other's Instagram pictures.

"Have you spoken in real life? About anything other than work?" Jorgi asked, a playful tone in his voice. You once again rolled your eyes, this time shoving your friend. Usually, you were nice and warm in your office, watching the boys train from your window, but the coach would be here soon to take you, amongst other staff, and the team, to the airport for their upcoming Champions League game.

"Have you?" You retorted.

This quick-witted conversation continued on the coach, as the two of you sat next to each other, and even on the plane. It was a two-hour flight to Sweden for the game against Malmo tomorrow, and neither of you could sleep on the flight like everyone else could. So you and Jorgi just kept talking, throwing digs at the other for being too shy to make a move, and figuring out what to do to progress with the silly crushes you had.

It had gotten to the last thirty minutes of the plane journey, and Jorgi's mood had dipped. It was mainly because of his exhaustion, as well as knowing he had to be up early, but his miniscule moves on Kiara were going unnoticed, she didn't seem fazed by it at all. To him, it seemed as if you were the only one to be moving forward with this.

"Do you reckon she will ever like me?" Jorgi asked you, rolling his head to the side to face you as he rested it on the uncomfortable plane seat. You looked up from your phone, forgetting about the email you'd just received, and looked at him. It was a stupid question, but after hours of digging at each other, you felt as if he needed it.

"Have you seen yourself? You're gorgeous," you commented, pulling a smile onto his face. And he really was, he had such strong, beautiful features, you'd be surprised if Kiara didn't fancy him already. Jorgi blew you a kiss, before turning back to his original, comfy position whilst you continued to read your email.

The next day, you were busy with booking coaches and a plane for their return home tonight, meanwhile, the boys were all busy training. You were with the other members of staff, watching their training from, the sidelines, that's all you could do when you weren't working. As you were vigorously typing away at your laptop, entering in your work login information so you could book the necessary plane, you felt a ball hit your leg.

Looking up, you were met with none other than Ruben. You looked past him to see Jorgi giving you a small thumbs up, which you of course rolled your eyes at, before giving Ruben an innocent smile.

"Sorry if I hurt you," he apologised, placing his foot on the ball and dragging it back to kick it up and catch it, "it was kind of Jorgi's fault, he launched the ball quicker than I could process it." The pair of you laughed, and Ruben was rubbing the back of his neck as the ball was under his other arm, waiting for your response.

"Really, it's fine," you replied, your tone light so Ruben didn't feel so bad, "I'm sure you can launch the ball at his head for me." Once again, the two of you were consumed in laughter, before Ruben waved at you and walked away. You felt tingly, and Jorgi was doing a small giddy dance as he looked at you, knowing something good had happened.

"You and Ruben, eh?" Kiara asked, as she finally turned to talk to you, having been listening to the conversation whilst talking to the other medic. You just laughed it off, hoping it didn't look to obvious that you fancied every inch of this man. Instead, you changed the conversation, hoping to be the perfect wing-woman to your friend.

"Do you have your eye on anyone here?" You questioned, a casual tone in your voice to make sure it didn't seem to specific to Kiara that you were referring to the blond that kept glancing your way. Kiara just shook her head, and your heart deflated just a little bit.

"I don't really talk to the boys outside of work-related stuff," she explained, "but a lot of them are very attractive. Like Ben, Rom, Jorgi," she continued listing a few boys names, but you only focused on Jorgi, "I think Jorgi is the nicest, and funniest, of them all. We have had a few laughs when I've helped him with injuries."

And something shifted in your brain after that conversation, even on the way to the match later that day, the plan was creating itself in your head. You had no idea how Jorgi would react to it, if he would even say yes, but you needed to know if he would be on board.

With the game ending with a 1-0 victory, you piled back onto the plane, and you and Jorgi found your usual seats together. How did you even approach a conversation like this? It was mind-boggling, even for yourself.

"What did Kiara say earlier? I saw you both talking," Jorgi asked eagerly, turning in his seat to face you. You kissed your teeth, although you were excited to tell him about it, you'd been holding off on it all day as you didn't want to throw off his game.

"She said she doesn't have her eyes on anyone," you spoke, Jorgi's smile melting from his face, "but she said you're attractive, and she also said you're the funniest and nicest guy of them all." The smile had returned, and Jorgi grabbed your hands excitedly, kissing them repeatedly. He thought nothing of it, and neither did you.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he repeated, squealing like a little girl before returning to his more calm state, "I spoke to Ruben in the dressing room," he had a smirk on his face as your features changed, you were eager to know what they said to each other.

"I was talking about when I launched the ball at him in training, and then we got to talking about you," Jorgi began, and you felt like he wasn't talking fast enough, it was painful waiting for him to finish his sentence, "he said you're fit. Very fit."

"You're lying."

"I'm not."

"You so are, there's no way they both said we're good-looking on the same day," you reasoned.

"Do you want me to ask him again? In front of you?" Jorgi questioned, going to stand up but you yanked him back down to his seat, eyes widened as he almost embarrassed you in front of Ruben, who was sitting a few seats in front of you with Callum. Once your heart had settled from the mini panic-attack you had when Jorgi stood up, you turned to your best friend and gave him a look.

He could read you like a book sometimes, and it was annoying, but worked well at the best of times. With a roll of his eyes, Jorgi locked his phone and paid his full attention to you. "What do you want?"

"I have a plan," you began.

"This can't be good."

"Oi," you jabbed him with a finger, releasing a chuckle from him, "it's a good plan. I think."

"Tell me then."

"We should fake date," you proposed, avoiding his eyes as you felt completely embarrassed for saying it aloud, "that way it will tell both Ruben and Kiara that they had their chance. Hopefully, it makes them jealous and gives them an incentive to move to us both."

Jorgi thought about it. It was fun, it could work, what could go wrong?

"Okay, sounds good. How do we start?"

A good way to start was always online. The pair of you start commenting subtle things under each others posts, as well as posting together. You'd taken a lovely picture on the plane, which you had uploaded once you'd returned home that night. To you, this would be such a weird experience. Having to act intimate with your best friend, all to make your crushes jealous and give them the nudge to make a move, you weren’t sure how this would ever work. But Jorgi, he seemed completely fine with it. He actually thought it would be the easiest thing, because all he needed to do was be more affectionate with you, and hopefully show Kiara how much of a romantic he was.

It was quick to trick fans of Jorgi's into thinking you were both dating, or had something between you. Yet the only two people you needed to convince, didn't seem convinced. Jorgi knew he needed to step up his game, he needed to show Ruben what he was missing out on. He was surprised Ruben, and any other player, hadn't made a move on you yet. You were gorgeous, funny, he could spend hours talking to you and never get bored. You deserved to be romanced, even if it was fake.

Jorgi's first act of convincing was picking you up and driving you to work. He'd arrived early, handed you a coffee, and immediately took your hand into his as you left his car. He was truly being a gentleman, yet nobody was around.

"You don't have to hold my hand now," you mentioned to him, sipping on your coffee as he held the door open with his other hand. But he just chuckled, allowing you to walk through before following you inside.

"You never know who's watching," he replied, and you'd forgotten that you had to convince everyone else along with Ruben and Kiara, "also, we're entering the staff area, and Kiara could be back here."

A few of the boys seemed convinced, and when Jorgi had opened the car door for you at the end of the day, he told you all about it.

"Mason seemed eager to know what was going on," Jorgi commented, and you gave Jorgi an amused look, "I didn't tell him we were dating, I told him something was going on between us, though. Because if we are dating, it means you're off limits to Ruben, and we don't want that."

"Right, Kiara was also asking about you." You stated, and Jorgi almost crashed into the side of the road at the mention of her name, and he'd given you a look to carry on speaking, "she was asking if you were available, and we looked 'very cosy' this morning."

The plan was working, too well, you'd say.

"And what did you say?" Jorgi asked.

"I said that it was something she would need to talk to you about, not me. I can't speak for you about who you are and are not interested in." You replied, and there was no better response than that. You made sure Kiara knew Jorgi was available, but that she needed to be quick about her feelings and telling Jorgi, or he'd be off the market soon after.

Your next plan of action was to look extra in-love at the Chelsea event this weekend. It wasn't anything too fancy, it was a mid-season meal as well as an informal awards ceremony. Small, stupidly titled trophies were made for each player and staff member, and it was an event for the Chelsea team to enjoy between the nerve wracking season of football.

You had chosen a dress, one that Ruben mentioned was his favorite colour, and Jorgi had planned to pick you up. He had arrived early, sitting in your living room and lounging on your couch as you were in your bedroom tying your heels up. Jorgi heard your bedroom door open, and he instinctively locked his phone. But he wished he didn't. He wished he didn't catch you walking over to him looking the way you did, because his head was well and truly fucked.

"Wow." Was all he managed to get out. You were completely different to your usual attire, he was seeing you in a new light now. And it had only made things worse for him. Because now he was parading around with someone so clearly out of his league, trying to make another woman jealous when he was starting to feel things around you.

The entire event, Jorgi tried to keep his eyes away from you, and he knew he wasn't the only one with the same problem. He could see a few of the boys giving your corset a long stare, and the feeling of jealousy had coursed through him. He was feeling things far too quickly to understand them, he could barely focus on the awards as he was too conflicted with his own emotions.

He'd happily accepted his silly award, poked around at his food, before quickly dropping you home without even a goodbye. You felt embarrassed, being kicked from his car so quickly, and you decided to say something when you'd gotten into bed that night.

I'm sorry if tonight felt weird, you texted, thinking about how much affection you were showing him, or if any of this feels weird. We can stop it right now if you want, the last thing I want is to ruin this friendship with you. That's more important than making someone jealous.

You thought sending that text would fix things, but not for him it didn't. He was tossing and turning in bed, rereading your text and looking at the picture you'd posted of yourself on Instagram. That damned dress, that damned smile of yours. What was he doing? Was this plan even working? Because all it felt like it was doing was confusing his feelings. Did he want Kiara anymore? Or was his heart set on you?

The next two days were purely awkward, seeing Jorgi at work but not talking to him. It felt nice though, because Ruben seemed a lot more interested in talking to you. As you passed the boys on your lunch break, you stopped to talk to Ruben for a while, Jorgi's heart seizing at the sound of your laughter on top of his. He had every opportunity to talk to Kiara today, but avoided her like the plague. Talking to her would confuse him more. He needed to figure out his head before doing anything else.

As much as you were enjoying your talks with Ruben, your day felt awfully plain without Jorgi. You wanted nothing more than to give the man a hug, he looked like he was dealing with something. His brain looked constantly busy, but you thought this fake dating thing was weirding him out. It meant all you could do right now was crack on with Ruben, to Jorgi's dismay.

He needed to talk to someone about this, but he couldn't tell anyone that was close with Ruben. He'd find out immediately. So, after a long day of training, he stopped Mason as he was leaving the dressing room.

"What's up?" Mason asked, leaning against the wall and putting his phone in his coat pocket.

"I need some advice," Jorgi admitted, leaning on the wall opposite Mason, "but you can't tell anyone. Not even Ben." Mason nodded, holding up his pinky, which was soon forgotten by Jorgi.

"Y/N and I agreed to fake date to make Ruben and Kiara jealous, to get them to make a move on us as we didn't want to do it first," Jorgi began, and he could hear how childish the two of you seemed, but that's exactly how your friendship was, "but since the event, since seeing her in that dress. It has me fucked up. I don't know if I should keep trying to pursue Kiara, or I should test the waters with Y/N."

Mason laughed, as Jorgi was one of the oldest people at the club, and yet he was coming to one of the youngest about dating advice. "If I'm honest, I think you should test the waters with Y/N," Mason agreed, and Jorgi's heart released a bit at the sound of Mason's advice, "you get on so well with her, it should all come naturally with her. Plus, she's a sort."

Jorgi didn't know too much UK slang, but he assumed it was a compliment. His head felt a little bit clearer now, he was more sure of his feelings for you. And he couldn't believe it hadn't happened sooner, the two of you were connected at the hip. It was inevitable.

He tried to find a moment at work to talk to you about it, but there wasn't one. You were so busy scheduling the hotel and the coach up to Manchester for the premier league game against United this weekend. Jorgi noticed how well you and Ruben were getting on, he almost felt bad just seeing you the way he did. But you were in the exact same boat as him, he just didn't know it.

You spent your lunch break talking to Ruben, and the moment he left, your colleague began to laugh at you.

"What's so funny?"

"You like Ruben, right?" He asked, forgetting about the work at his computer, and leaning back in his chair. You mirrored his movement, and folded your arms, still confused as to why he was laughing.

"Why were you talking about Jorgi the entire time? You're not exactly showing Ruben you're interested in him if all you're doing is talking about Jorgi." And he was right, you'd been telling Ruben all about your conversations with Jorgi, and managed to link everything back to him.

"Are you sure you like Ruben?"

You avoided Jorgi, as much as you could, even sitting beside Kiara on the coach to make sure you weren't interacting with him. You couldn't let him know you felt a certain way about him, it would ruin what he was working on with Kiara. And the more you spoke to her, the more you felt remorse for liking him. She was so sweet, she clearly fancied the pants off of Jorgi, but you felt jealous. You wanted him, he was your best friend and the one you wanted to be with. You couldn't believe how quick you were to forget about Ruben.

You had been allowed to watch the game, sitting on the bottom row of the subs bench, and it was a rather dirty game. United players seemed to be so desperate to not lose that they were tackling the Chelsea boys, finally earning the Blues a penalty. Jorgi had gone to taken it, and it was edging closer to full time. One more goal and the boys were clear, there would be no way for United to win this. It was all up to Jorgi now.

The whistle blew, and you swore your heart collapsed the moment he jumped and kicked the ball. Old Trafford erupted in cheers, and Jorgi was making a beeline for you. He didn't care about the undoubted yellow card he was going to receive, he needed to show you how he felt. You stood up instinctively to hug him, but he grabbed your face and kissed you. It felt urgent, long-awaited, as if he'd read your mind and knew exactly how you felt about him.

It was the perfect way to receive a yellow card, and he didn't care.

On the coach home, his head was on your shoulder, your head on his, the both of you exhausted from the busy day behind you. You were still confused as to why he kissed you, how he felt about you, what you'd do from here. It was all so new to you.

"Why did you kiss me?" You asked, and you knew the answer, you just wanted to hear it from him.

"It wasn't fake, it wasn't to rub into anyone's face," Jorgi admitted, moving his head to look at you, his hand grazing over yours, "I didn't think I'd fall for you, but I did."

"Me too." You whispered back to him, squeezing his hand and settling back into him.

[blueathens]

Who I Write For At The Moment (Footballers):

Ben Chilwell ❤️

Declan Rice💛

Jadon Sancho🖤

John Stones 💛

Jorginho 💛

Marcus Rashford💛

Mason Mount❤️

Who I Would Also Write For (Footballers):

Ben White💛

Kepa Arrizabalaga 💛

Rúben Dias❤️

Ruben Loftus Cheek🖤

Just a fair warning: I want to apologise if you’re still waiting on your request to be posted or for a fic to come out, as of recently (the past months) I’ve been very insecure about my works and that has dragged down my motivation to write. But I’m starting to get back on track with writing so hopefully you guys won’t be waiting long to finally read your requests :)

You can still request just please be patient with me, I want to give your request justice <3

❤️ = I will write smut for them 1000%

💛 = I haven’t made my final decision on them, you can request it but if when I’m writing it and I don’t feel confident in it then I will finish the request and inform you all that at the moment I wouldn’t be writing smut for them.

🖤 = At this moment of time I won’t be writing smut for them

But you can defiantly request fluff or angst etc for the all of these as long as they follow the rules I got <3

Masterlist//My Rules

[footballerimaginess]

Requests so far

Here is a list of who you’ll be seeing (hopefully) in February and maybe March.  1. Celebration Instagram File  2. Mason Mount - USWNT  3. Julian Alvarez - Comforting  4. Ben Chilwell - Successful girlfriend  5. Mats Hummels - Going public  6. John Stones - dating would include  7. Pablo Gavi - Anniversary Instagram File  8. Darwin Nunez - Wedding  9. Kostas Tsmiskas - Babies  10. Martin Odegaard - Man of the match  11. Pedri - Instagram File  12. Pedri - shirt  13. Pedri - training session  14. Ruben Loftus Cheek - introduces  15. Pablo Gavi - running after him  16. Kylian Mbappe - Instagram file  17. Timo Werner - birthday  18. Mason Mount - relationship  19. Kylian Mbappe - Proposal  20. Antoine Griezmann - Fight  21. Emi Martinez - Proposal  22. Anyone you like  23. Martin Odegaard 24. Son Heung Min - Reporter  25. Son Heung Min  26. Pedri - dating would include  27. Pedri - bad match  28. Joao Felix - Instagram files  29. Leon Goretzka - dating would include  30. Jude Bellingham - dating would include  31. Trent Alexander Arnold - instagram file  32. Son Heung Min - headcannon  33. Jude Bellingham - Instagram file  34. Joao Felix - Instagram File  35. Pedri - Instagram File  36. Marcos Llorente - Instagram File  37. Neymar - Instagram file  38. Jude Bellingham - headcannon  39. Pierre Emile Hojbjerg - Instagram file  40. Son Heung Min - Dating would include  41. Son Heung Min - Headcannon  42. Son Heung Min - living with him  43. Cho Gue Sung - dating would include  44. Son Heung Min - Instagram files  45. Pablo Gavi - Instagram files  46. Pedri - Propose  47. Mason Mount - USWNT  48. Erling Halaand - Anniversary  49. Marcus Rashford  50. Neymar - Instagram files  51. Mason Mount - Clingy  52. Ruben Dias - Twins  53. Enzo Fernandez - Picnic  54. Erling Halaand - Instagram file  55. Joao Felix 

[footballffbarbiex]

Winter: Sleigh Rides.

player: Ruben Dias / Ruben Loftus-Cheek (see below) words: 915 request: Ruben -  No pref   -   500 – 900 - You and Ruben have a child who is like toddler age and you surprise them with a sleigh ride with Santa and his reindeer, thank you ☺️ A/N: the "Ruben" in question wasn't specified, so it's open to whichever Ruben you wish it to be.

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His tiny mitted hand is covered by Ruben’s as the two of them make their way ahead of you. Powdery snow crunches wonderfully satisfying with every step made and fresh snow falls faster than the previous can land and settle.

Your son takes double, almost triple, the amount of steps when his daddy takes only one but Ruben doesn’t seem to mind. Your little ones’ speech is a mixture of short words and babbling all strung together. The words that the little one knows may not necessarily fit together in the sentence, but he feels that he’s telling an amazing story and Ruben is all too happy to reply back, giving the little boy confidence to continue to speak.

Ruben knows that you have something planned, but not yet as to what; though you do have a sneaking suspicion he may have googled the location when your back was turned as he didn’t look overly surprised. The little one on the other hand has no idea what awaits him. It never made sense for you to take him to the shopping centre and sit upon Santa’s lap right there and then. Especially not when you’ve spent as long as the two of you have telling him that unless he was asleep, Santa wouldn’t come to visit. So it hardly made sense that you couldn’t be awake on Christmas Eve to see him but you had the option to meet him while picking out your daily essentials.

Your little one has been excited enough already thanks to the heavy snowfall the last few days to create a pristine blanket over the old slush and well trodden paths. He’d “helped” to decorate the main tree while Ruben had watched you stand painfully still, rooted to the spot with P.O.P.D  - perfect ornament placement disorder - taking over and rendering you somewhat useless. Ruben, not wanting to dampen his son’s spirits, had returned home before the little one was back from nursery with his very own small Christmas tree to decorate.

The morning was spent baking cookies and gingerbread while Christmas playlists rang out through the house. Ruben hadn’t been lucky enough so far to be home when it had snowed and so this morning, he seized the opportunity to make the most of it and the little one was more than happy to spend it with his daddy. But with the morning spent snuggled up inside where it was nice and warm, the evening has been spent very differently.

Snowballs had flown through the air, with both yours and Ruben’s purposely failing short of their target while your son’s “suspiciously” would always land perfectly or as close to either of you as possible.

You’re about to ask him what he thinks the three of you will be doing this evening when his squeal reaches your ears before you can ask. Both him and Ruben are a little ahead of you but it doesn’t stop him trying to run as fast as he can with Ruben barely breaking into a power walk and without even so much as a backwards glance to you as he goes.

A pen is carefully set up, holding no more than 5 real life reindeer that step towards the fencing hoping to be fed by the new visitors. A large red and gold sleigh twinkles welcomingly and at the back is the largest burlap sack you’ve ever seen with appropriate bulging to signify gifts in all sizes and shapes are packed within. “Santa” himself is pretending to give the sleigh a final buff or two to make the sides gleam and it’s as he finishes up that he pretends to have only just noticed your son and his daddy approaching.

Several horses which tower over Ruben stand proudly before the sleigh, waiting patiently to begin their journey. Their breath, much like the reindeers, comes out in long streams as they exhale and bounce their head as they get used to the reins.

“Well! Who do we have here then?” Santa asks, his face lighting up as you finally join the other two. Your little boy stands in awe, unable to believe what he’s viewing with his own eyes. Santa looks convincing. The man has grown his beard out and whether or not it’s dyed is to be determined. There’s no false beard and wig here and you suspect that the blush on his cheeks isn’t make up either, most likely from being out here in the cold. Ruben picks up the little one and introduces him to Santa, realising that he’s still too stunned to speak.

“Ah yes, I think I have your Christmas list here somewhere.”  Santa begins to pat at his chest, down his body and finally, they come to rest at his pockets. “You did send me a letter, didn’t you?” He double checks, knowing full well that he does in fact have a letter that you had sent to the “North Pole” after you’d booked this. But still, he looks fit to burst from excitement as Santa pulls out the very same letter on the very same paper that you know to have your handwriting and your son’s name on. “Now, I think it would be a good idea to take a ride on my sleigh and have a little chat about your present list. What do you think?”

And, like before, with no words or sounds to sound, a nod of his head is enough for Santa.