Football Imagines

Rúben Dias | iv

Author's note: This is a request by kmloverrr They asked for an imagine with Rúben where you are a Real Madrid supporter and he still teases you about losing against City this season.
Hope you like it and thank you for reading! 💜

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"Meu amor, have you seen my iPad's charger?" Rúben asks. "I can't find it anywhere."

"I still can't believe that someone as organized as yourself and who travels so much, struggles so much with unpacking" I chuckle.

"Maybe because I'm constantly traveling and packing and unpacking takes too long?"

"Then don't complain about not finding things" I shrug.

"I didn't complain, I just asked. Anyway, have you seen it or not?"

"Nope. When was the last time you used it?"

"Last Wednesday before the Champions... sorry."

"Uh? Why are you apologizing?"

"I've mentioned the Champions League game."

"And?" I ask, arching an eyebrow.

"I know it still hurts."

"It doesn't hurt, Rúben" I laugh.

"It's just the two of us, you can tell me, you know?" he smirks.

"It doesn't hurt. Besides, I knew we were going to lose, so" I shrug.

"But you got your hopes high after the draw in Madrid, didn't you?" he asks, resting his forearms on the back of the sofa.

"Maybe a little bit, yeah. Anyone would have. But I was still expecting to lose. This year we suck, and you've sadly been playing really well."

"Sadly" he laughs. "But are you really sure, meu amor? Didn't you expect another remontada?"

"Did you? You didn't sleep well those days" I tease back.

"I asked first."

"I didn't, no. Since the moment they said we would play against you if we made it to the semifinals, I knew that was it. I told you, remember?"

"I still don't believe you."

"Then don't, I don't care" I shrug once again. "Now go find your charger, you are distracting me and I have to finish this" I say, nodding towards my laptop.

"Changing the topic, uh? That's because losing still bothers you."

"Dear God, Rúben" I say, rolling my eyes. "Did you wake up extra annoying today or something?"

"It was a tough defeat, I get it."

"Rúben..." I sigh.

"4-0... that's a lot these days. And you are Real Madrid, you know."

"Everyone has moved on from that game, why can't you do the same?"

"Because thanks to that game, I'm going to play the Champions League final!" he smiles.

"Yeah, and hopefully lose it."

"So rude, meu amor. I'm your boyfriend! You should be happy for me."

"Maybe if you stopped teasing me about last week's game, I would be happy for you. That's small team mentality right there, you know?"

"What?" Rúben laughs.

"Focusing more on your rival losing than on your own achievement is small team mentality. We've lived rent free in your mind since last season when we beat you in six minutes, we've been all you've been able to think about. Real Madrid, Real Madrid, Real Madrid."