musicallisto:

Am I the only who wouldn’t hold up those signs like “Kane score a goal”, “Falcao the Best” etc.? Of course you do you and showing support to your favorite player is amazing, but imo that just reinforces individualism which is already the main problem of many teams. Just look at like, Portugal & Argentina whose strategy is often (notice the OFTEN) “pass the ball to Cristiano/Leo and hope he scores” and like… yeah “Kane score a goal” is great but how about “England score a goal”? That way the team doesn’t entirely rely on one (1) good player? or how about England don’t score a goal bc I’m rooting for Colombia

I know a kid’s sign won’t change anything - Kane is probably that kid’s fave player so I totally get it, it’s cute, and it’s actually not the problem in the England NT anyway but,,, as someone who’s more into rugby, where teamplay is much more visible and essential, I feel like putting one player on a pedestal is the problem of a lot of NTs :/

I totally agree with this however at the same time I think it’s totally normal (especially for kids) to have your own personal hero, of course that is more often than not the best player of the team. So I personally find that as a fan…hold whatever sign as long as it doesn’t say anything disrespectful. The people who can make a change are the trainers and the teams themselves…so I think it’s their job to make sure they don’t forget that this is teamwork. But as I said I get where you’re coming from.

time loop (ruben dias)

faced with the truth, you have to make a decision.

warnings: smut

pt.6 this is the end 

“Wait…” You shook your head. 

It was all so much to take in that you had to sit down. Ruben’s words were swimming around in your head, making it difficult to focus on just one thing. You were right about the answer being caught in the night before, but you didn’t know that you were all but an innocent bystander in this. 

He told you about the post match celebration. How you were at the bar with him and his teammates, caught up with Jack. After he said that you did clearly recall that it was him you were kissing. 

You couldn’t remember much after that. It was all bits of pieces probably because you had gotten so drunk. Jack asked if you wanted to hop to another club, but you knew you were done for the night. At that point, Ruben filled in that it was John who had sent you in a cab to his place. 

When you woke up naked next to him, you thought sure it was because you two had sex. It was a strange relief that wasn’t the case. You were glad that you got to remember the first time with him, and the second. 

What stood out to you most, obviously, was his mystery encounter. Was all of this because some trickster spirit got bored and decided to meddle with some mortals? And what the fuck did he mean by tell you something to get out of this mess?

“What’s so important that we literally had to be trapped here for you to open your mouth?” You rubbed your temples.

Ruben sighed deeply. He paced around the kitchen, looking conflicted. It was all good and well to know, you think, that he didn’t regret what you two had done. That was beginning to pale in comparison to your curiosity, and impatience at the key to getting your lives back. 

You looked at him pointedly, trying to psychically squeeze it out of him. Each second that passed in silence was driving you closer to madness. You stood up, the chair you were in scrapping harshly against the tile. If he wasn’t going to tell you now, you were going to have to leave the room before you exploded. 

“I don’t hate you! I-“ Ruben called as you made your way to the door.

“You what?” Your arms crossed over your chest. 

“I hated the way you made me feel.” His shoulders sagged. “Every time you made a quick reply to my pestering, how you rolled your eyes at me, the way you so easily attracted everyone to you, sucking them in with that smile.”

Ruben walked over to where you’d stilled. “The way you say my name, how you call me that silly nickname. You are easily the most frustrating person I’ve ever met, and I don’t know why, but I’m in love with you. I’m hopelessly in love with you.” 

You felt like you had to sit down again. It was like the room was spinning and closing in on you. He was in love with you this entire time? That was the reason behind putting you into this…making you believe that you were dead and in hell?

As you tried to process his confession, something shifted. It wasn’t the words he’d said making you feel weird, it was whatever this was. In your ears, pass the blood rushing, you heard a click. And then you heard the sound of the door opening. 

Your eyes met Ruben’s before you both walked out of the kitchen. There was the front door, swung wide. Almost as if it was taunting, begging of you to walk through it. 

How could you not? After being trapped here for days. Not seeing your flatmate, as much as she annoyed you sometimes, you missed her bickering to bits. You even missed your stupid job that was nothing more than a fund for your shopping habits.

Unknowingly, you lurched forward only to have an hand pull you back. Ruben tugged you into his arms, your back to his chest. You felt the rise and fall of his shoulders as he breathed. 

“Stay, please.” He whispered. 

You hesitated. What if you didn’t take the chance now? Would it be seen as a forfeit? Then you thought back to what he said, how he’d poured out his heart to you. It couldn’t have been easy for him, especially knowing that after doing so you would have the option to stay or leave. 

There also came the way you felt. Ruben was…confusing to you. He was truthfully a good man. Yes, he might’ve been shit at showing his affections as it turned out, but he was everything you could want in a partner. Unwavering, strong, ridiculously attractive. 

You spun around in his arms, eyes meeting his chest before fluttering up to his. Ruben’s gaze held yours softly, tenderly. A slight crease in his brows showing the desperation behind his plea. You ran a hand along his bearded jaw, a thumb gliding over his bottom lip. 

You liked him, a lot. Or at least you believed you could. You believed that given the time, and the opportunity, you could even grow to love him as he did you. The thought made you laugh. 

God, who would’ve imagined this would be the outcome? The trickster spirit perhaps, maybe Cupid had resorted to dirty tricks because it felt as if your heart had been cracked right open. Those brown eyes, those soft lips. 

“Ruben.” Was all you could say. 

Some infliction your voice must’ve carried because he kissed you, deeper than he ever had before. He took your breath away with every brush of his lips over yours, every caress of his tongue.

You back him into the staircase where he collapsed slightly awkwardly. That didn’t matter to either you or him as he ripped his shirt from your body. His mouth seemed to be everywhere, on your neck, your breasts, your stomach. 

Your hands were grabbing for him, stroking him through his boxers. You couldn’t take it any longer, slipping beneath the fabric to free him, warm and firm in your palm. Ruben groaned at your touch, moaned when you pushed your own underwear aside to tuck him into you. 

“Y/N…” He breathed against your lips. 

“I’m here.” You touched your forehead to his. 

Your arms circled his neck, fingernails grazing his upper back as you bounced your hips up and down. He held you to him tightly, thrusting up into you. His eyes held yours, his mouth drinking in your breaths as you panted and cried. 

Ruben kissed you deeply again. His mouth over yours spelt out everything he’d been keeping in, intoxicating you. He swallowed your whines, and you did the same to his as you both came, shaking in each other’s arms. 

You were still a jumble of thoughts and emotions, but one stood out truer and louder than the others. You wanted him, wanted this, more than anything you’d ever wanted before. 

Whatever sorcery was at play had worked. If it was their intention to drive you to this place, the one where al you wanted was to make up for time lost in pretense, to get to know him in a way you didn’t think would ever be possible, they succeeded. 

All you wanted was to stay here with him. So, when you both floated down from your highs, gazes hazy with adoration, you stood up. And kicked the door shut. 

time loop (ruben dias)

you finally find out why you’re stuck in the time loop.

warnings: smut

5. all your fault

Your mind barely had time to process what had happened between you and Ruben before your body was yearning yet again for him. And he was for you. Though spent from the first round, you became revitalized. 

You tangled your legs in his, torso draped over him as you kissed him hungrily. Ruben cupped the back of your head as his tongue fought a losing battle against yours. 

All of the pretense of hate seemed to be a cover for the obvious, you two had wanted this for a long time deep down. With the way you felt about each other cleared up, all it took was for someone to make the first move. Which thankfully he did because god was it a borderline religious experience. 

Anyone from the outside would’ve assumed that you were lovers with the way that you consumed each other. The first round was oddly sweet, somewhat sentimental. The second round was driven by you, a torrid affair of sorts. 

You mounted him, tucking him into your slick walls as you sank down. Ruben groaned at the feeling of you stretched around him. He fucked up into you as you bounced your ass up and down, skins slapping with contact. 

His large hands kneaded your breasts, fingers toying with your painfully erect nipples. You held onto his biceps, chasing the high that wasn’t far behind after he’d basically imprinted your shape into the bed. 

Ruben gripped your ass while you rode him with reckless abandon. One taste of him was enough to leave you wanting more, and more until you grew tired. But with the way he filled you to the brim and then some, you doubted you’d ever reach that point. 

You had him slurring between English and Portuguese, grappling with the little composure he had left. It gave you a rush of power knowing that you’d reduced him to that. You would’ve smirked if you weren’t a moaning mess.

He urged you on with soft yet rough praises. That was enough to push you to go quicker and over the edge, collapsing onto him as you shuddered with your orgasm. Ruben held onto you as he thrusted into your overly sensitive core, drawing out cries until he met his end too. 

It was well into the morning when you were both finally spent enough to float to sleep. Your head laid on his chest, his fingers drawing circles on your shoulder were the last things you remembered until the following morning.

Your eyes fluttered open to the run long risen in the sky, and cold sheets. You sat up, looking around the room for Ruben who was nowhere to be seen. After a quick shower and borrowing some of his clothes, you made your way to the kitchen. 

He was standing in there with his back to you by the sink, looking out the window. You couldn’t help but bite your lip at the sight of him in his tight black briefs. 

Your legs carried you over to him, your arms circling his waist from behind. He tensed at the surprise and seemed to remain that way even as you pressed small kisses into his soft skin. 

“I’m starving.” You sighed. “Someone made me work up an appetite.” 

“Is that so?” He turned his head to peer down at you. 

There was something on his mind from his expression. He looked distant, a far cry from the way he looked last night. Your mind immediately began to draw conclusions. He probably regretted having sex with you now and was trying to find a way to let you down easy. 

“What’s up?” You hoped your irritation wasn’t too obvious. 

Ruben spun around, his hands falling to your hips. His eyes squinted like he was trying to find the words which only made you more fed up. He could be so upfront with you about other stuff before so why not now?

“There’s no easy way for me to say this but…” He cleared his throat.

“But what?” You sneered. 

“I remember why we’re here, and it’s all my fault.” Ruben’s gaze held yours.

That Night

Ruben’s POV 

He was in no shape or form against a night out, but he regretting coming along with a few of the boys to this new bar in Manchester. John, Jack, and Phil convinced him that it would be good to celebrate their match win which he did agree with. 

The thing with not drinking is that there comes a point in the night where people started to get really tipsy and drunk. Then they become somewhat of a nuisance to be around. The guys and everyone they’d invited along were quickly approaching that territory. 

Phil’s girl was already spilling her half full drink onto the floor, and John’s girl was annoyingly dancing around the group trying to rile everyone up. Her friend had come along too. You had cozied up to Jack, who was stroking your leg and eyeing your black dress. It was hard not to, you had to know when you chose it that you’d draw every eye in the room to you. 

Ruben threw back another water, excusing himself to the bathroom moreso for a break away from the budding madness that was ensuing. While in there he checked his phone for a message from this girl he’d seen a few nights ago. There was none, not that he was surprised. Once she saw that he wasn’t into the flashy lifestyle despite being a footballer, he saw her interest melt off slowly at their date. 

After hyping himself up, Ruben rejoined the group. Somehow they’d gone full 100 in that short space. John was singing to the top of his lungs, bouncing up and down with Phil while their partners recorded them. Notably missing was Jack and you. 

One quick sweep of his head around the red lit bar was enough to find you two easily. You were tucked into a corner basically dry humping each other. Jack was palming your ass hungrily, your tongues sliding against one another’s.

That was enough for him. Ruben tapped John on the shoulder to let him know he was going to head home to some protest of course. His teammate quickly conceded knowing how stubborn he was when he made up his mind. 

On the way to his car he saw a hooded figure lingering by. Great, the last thing he wanted to deal with was some idiot who wanted to try something stupid. Ruben watched them with cautious eyes as he approached his door. 

“You need to tell her.” They said. 

Whatever they were on or however much they drank was exactly why he didn’t mess with substances. No one was going to call him the crazy person talking to themselves in the parking lot. 

“You need to tell Y/N how you feel about her.” They spoke again. 

Ruben stopped in his tracks. How the hell did they know your name? And how did they know that? He dared to cast a glance at them, but couldn’t even make out their face despite the decent lighting. 

“That’s the only way out.” They said with what sounded like a smile in their voice as the walked away. 

He couldn’t recall how long he stood there dumbfounded. The way out of what? He wasn’t in some predicament because he was pretending to hate someone he actually…

Ruben shook his head. Maybe someone thought it would be funny to put something in his water. He took extra caution when driving home just in case that was true.

When he got there, he found himself still unsettled by that run in. Over an hour in his home gym and a shower later, he at least felt physically exhausted enough to go to sleep. 

Just as he was about to, there were hard, disordered knocks at his door. Ruben swore as he put on the shorts he’d already discarded since he preferred to sleep naked. He marched down his stairs, ready to release his displeasure at whoever was at his home this late. 

A peek through the side glass showed the last person he’d ever expect to be here. Especially after it looked certain that you were going home with a teammate of his tonight. 

“What are you doing here?” He rolled his eyes before he stared your her wavering form. 

You barged in, pushing past him on staggering legs. Ruben barely managed to catch your body before it made one with the tiled flooring. Your hand limply grasped at his arms. 

“John booked me a taxi here because him and my roommate are gonna you know,” A pause for a hiccup. “Fuuuuck.”

Ruben looked towards the heavens wondering why his teammate would do that. But then he thought about your current state, how you could barely stand on your own two feet. It was better for you to be here than with Jack because who knows what mess you would’ve gotten into by staying with him. 

“Okay, but you’re going straight to bed.” He sighed. 

“You joining me?” You wiggled your eyebrows. 

“Absolutely not.” Ruben shook his head. 

He basically dragged you to the stairs until he grew tired of that and then lifted you entirely. You made little weesounds the entire time to the guest room where he put you on the bed, and removed your shoes. 

You wiggled your toes, exhaling exaggeratedly. Ruben pushed the trashcan closer to the bed having a feeling you might need it later. There were bottles of water in the mini fridge in the room too should you need to hydrate. 

Right before he left, he cast a look at you. Even in your annoyingly drunken state, making popping sounds with your lips as you snuggled under the duvet, you were devastatingly cute. 

“I’m just down the hall if you’re dying or something. Goodnight.” He turned away.

“Nighty night, Rubey.” You giggled. 

He smiled at the nickname. It was usually said at the end of an insult or condescending comment, but hearing it in that context made his heart do stupid things like jump. 

Ruben crawled back into bed, removing his shorts along the way. He lied on his stomach trying to calm the butterflies in its pit. His mind couldn’t help but wander back to earlier, to that tell her how you feel comment. 

What good would that do? He saw the way that you reacted to him when he walked into a room, how you could barely stand looking at him without getting visibly disgruntled. If he backtracked on his illusion of dislike and said the truth, you would probably laugh in his face. 

“Rubey…I can’t sleep.” 

He shot up to see you standing in the doorway clutching your dress in your hands. That left you in only a dark colored bra and panties. His eyes quickly averted themselves before his lower half started to react. 

Y/N walked into the room, flopping down on the other side of the bed. It was a massive king so there was a considerable amount of space between their bodies. Still, just knowing you were there looking like that, this had to be some sort of test.

“Just…stay on your end.” Ruben coughed. 

“Mhmm.” You said, slipping under the covers. 

Then he felt movement, the sound of more articles of clothing being thrown to the floor. Jesus Christ now you were naked in bed with him. Ruben said a silent prayer, hoping that you would listen to him for once. 

The soft snores he heard not a minute later confirmed his wishes for now. He settled into his pillow, following the sounds of your slumber into his own. Not knowing that it would be the catalyst to set the time loop into motion.

Full Time!

Portugal 2 - 4 Germany

Let’s Parteyyyyy!!!!

Robin! Goooooosennnnnsssss!

1 - 4

Kaaaaaai Haverrrrrrrtzzzz!!!!

1 - 3

I didn’t wear my Portugal kit the day they played and Portugal was knocked out. I didn’t wear my Germany kit today and Germany was knocked out.

Guys it’s me.

I’m actually the problem.

You’re crying, I’m crying. Everyone’s crying.

Rúben Dias

Rubén Díaz

Does your country’s national football team website also sell a book about the anterior cruciate ligament injury? Yeah didn’t think so

A man’s maturity–consists in having found again the seriousness one had as a child, at play.  –BGE 94

A people is a detour of nature to get to six or seven great men–Yes, and then to get around them.  –BGE 126

Having a talent is not enough: one also requires your permission for it–right, my friends?  –BGE 151