#fifa 2018

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Ben Hardy x Reader blurb 

“Benny!” you whined with arms crossed.

He wasn’t paying any attention to you, due to the game controller in his hands. His eyes were glued to the screen in front of him. Boy didn’t see or hear shit beyond that…

You, on the other hand, were determined to get you boyfriend’s attention. So a few women’s tricks would probably be easy to pull off on him.

Firstly, you decided to cook something delicious. Ben is a sucker for beer and chips. So chips it was. When the smell started to get to him, his nose scrunched a few times and he finally called you out.

“Is that chips I’m smelling?”

“It is Ben. Also I got beers to go with it. Come and have some with me.” You tried to be as cheerful as possible.

“Bring it over babe, I’ll eat off the sofa”

You huffed, but brought him the bowl of chips along with a bottle of beer.

“Thanks love!” he moved his head to each direction, because you were standing between him and the telly.

After your unsuccessful attempt, you thought you’d clean the house, in sexy underwear. You slipped on his favourite lingerie set and seductively walked around him, pretending to be sweeping the floor.

“Why are you cleaning dressed like this? You’ll catch cold, put something on.” Was the only reaction you earned from him.

After unsuccessful attempt N 2, you decided to take matters into your own hands. Still with the sexy lingerie, you seductively dropped on the floor and crawled up to his knees. His eyes didn’t leave the telly for a second.

Your hands parted his legs further apart, allowing you to situate yourself nicely between them. From there you kept rubbing his thighs and ran your hands up his stomach, under his jumper.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch. You’re cold!” he murmured gruffly.  

You wanted to scream, but ignored and stood up.

“Don’t you want me to please you?” you angrily asked though clenched jaw.

“Always, baby. But, hold on for 15 min, okay? I really gotta finish the second half time, and I’m all yours.” He finally looked at you, with his warm begging puppy eyes, at which you couldn’t stay angry.

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This, my dear Tumblr friends, is the Ban Jelačić Square - the main square in Zagreb, while the national anthem is playing for the national soccer team. The national soccer team, which spent 7 hours driving through an ocean of people (for a trip that usually lasts 40 mins tops, even in the worst traffic, mind you). The national soccer team, which beat England despite the horrible remarks the British media made about them. The national soccer team, which accepted their silver medals in tears, thinking they had let their nation down, thinking they weren’t good enough, thinking they had failed to make the dream this nation has had since 1998 a reality. 

Yesterday, that stadium in Russia went deadly silent on the Croatian side and even the sky wept. Today, the sun was shining, people from the entire country flooded the main city. Yesterday, they were trying to suppress tears. Today, they are doing the same, but for an entirely different reason.

Let me tell you why this is important. Croatia is my home. Croatia has many problems as a country, as a people. Croatia is far from perfect and we so often get lost in the negativity. People so often decide to leave and never return. Things so often go wrong. For the longest time, I thought the only thing that could unite us as a nation was war (specifically, one whose aftermath is still evident in a lot of our everyday lives). Today, I realized I was wrong.

Today started off as a regular day. I went to work, like on a typical Monday morning. Eight hours later, as my tram turned onto the main street, I was shocked. People in jerseys everywhere, with their children, a sea of red, white and blue, all of them happy, patient, excited. 

I had already made my way home, sad that most of my friends are already gone for the summer and I have nobody to visit the main square with, when a friend of mine called me to get my ass back into town. She had gotten stuck in traffic because our boys were close and there were just too many people. As I made my way back into town to meet her at a cafe (far from the crowd), I couldn’t help but get emotional. In the heat of the moment, we decided to sprint to the nearby street and meet the bus. I saw them - the soccer giants I had grown up watching, each and every one with his own emotional story - so tired, so beat. Probably a little drunk, too. But so happy. And their proud manager holding their shirts and pants so they don’t fall off the bus, like a loving father.

I don’t remember the last time this country was so united. People like to say we have the same heart beating underneath our jerseys. I beg to differ. We have many different hearts - some still small, some too big for their own good, some young and passionate, some old and sleepy - but all these hearts, beating in their wild discord, make for one unique country. 

This, my friends, is why the longest ride from the airport to the main square in Zagreb history, with these 22 happy boys and their proud father, followed by 550 000 people and the rest of the world, is important.