#football fix

[raschuuuu]

Summary: Y/N is a famous YouTube vlogger and Ruben Dias a famous professional football player. They've been friends for a few months but never met. Now it's finally time for them to meet but what happens when one of them falls in love?

PART 1

Rating/genre: fluff, friends to lovers

Pairings: Ruben Dias x female reader

Word count: 1289 words

Author's note: Hey guy's. This is my first ever footballer fanfiction. First of all: I AM SORRY ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. I'm bored at work tbh, thats why I started this and I have no idea how to continue. So if you like this and want to read more please let me know how to continue or how you would want it to end?:)

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It was finally time. I'm on the train from London to Manchester. I took a few days off because I was invited. From Ruben Dias. I'm a Vlogger/Youtuber and apparently Ruben often watched my videos and decided to slide into my DM's a few months ago. We just started small talk, he told me he liked to watch my videos every Sunday and that I should keep doing what I do. I was honored. In the beginning we only had small talk but over time we've been writing more and more and more and also making phone calls and facetime. The only problem was that we never met because he's very busy and so am I. A few days ago Ruben asked me if we didn't want to finally meet and I said yes. And now I'm sitting here and I'm all excited.

Hey, I'll wait for you outside in the car. See you in a minute!

He texted me. I got off the train, it had already been dark. I told him not to come and I'm gonna take a cab, but he insisted.

I realized how nervous I got, I mean, we've been writing for a long time, but we've never met in person, and he even offered me that I could sleep with at his place. We didn't have a romantic relationship, we just texted as friends, but I mean the guy is pretty hot and everyone who doesn't think so must be blind.

When I was outside, I was out in the parking lot, I didn't even know which car he was driving. Do you know this embarrassing situation when you stand there looking for someone and the person most likely has already discovered you? I heard someone calling my name from a car standing a few meters away from me.

I ran to the car and he got out. He smiled at me very cute and he gave me a hug. His body felt so strong. He smelled good and we looked each other in the eye. He was a little taller than me, so I had to look up.

"I'm so glad to finally meet you in person," he said, and I noticed my cheeks turning a little red. "Me too, Ruben, we finally made it after so long," I replied.

He packed my things in his trunk, and then he opened his car door for me, and we drove off. The ride didn't take long, he asked me how it was and if I was hungry. I was so hungry but I couldn't eat because of all the excitement.

When we arrived, he parked his car and we went up to his apartment. His apartment was huge, clean and tidy, and above all, it was comfortable. He took me to the guest room and showed me where I‘ll stay for the next few days?

In the guest room, I remembered that we never agreed how long I was supposed to stay. I was uncomfortable staying with him anyway. I've told him several times that I'm going to take a hotel, but he insisted that I stay with him.

"Ruben, thank you, wow, this room looks so great, but I just remembered, we didn't agree how long I'd stay. I really don't want to bother you.", I said desperately. "Y/N, are you crazy? Stay as long as you want. My home is your home, I want my guests to be comfortable." he answered.

That feeling he gave me felt so domestic. I mean, I've known him for a little while, but how often do you have situations in life where you get along with a person very well, but once you get together, it gets kind of weird and uncomfortable? I was afraid that we'd end up in a similar situation, but on the contrary, it felt like I'd always visited him, as if we'd always been friends, as if I'd stayed with him several times.

For the next two days we spent together, he showed me Manchester, we went to dinner together, or we cooked together, he introduced me to his brother Ivan, everything was just so beautiful. We talked a lot, and we had deep conversations at night in his living room. He opened up to me, he told me some of his secrets, and he talked about his fears. I was very honored that he saw a close friend in me.

But I had a feeling I couldn't get rid of. Ruben was a very attractive and handsome man. I know I said that before, and I'm gonna say that again. If there's an attraction between a man and a woman, you can't be friends in my opinion. I tried to come up with other thoughts or convince myself that he wouldn't be so attractive, but that didn't work. Above all, Ruben has told me several times that he thinks that he has now found a best friend that he never had, and I don't want to break that feeling just because my pussy always gets wet when I see him.

He showed me some Instagram models that didn't even look like me that he's currently finding attractive. I mean, Ruben, he follows a lot of Instagram models, and he's also written with a lot of them and met a few of them, but he couldn’t imagine a relationship with them and those he thought might have been serious, turned out to be a gold digger. After a nice five days I spent with Ruben, it was time for me to leave Manchester and go back to London. I have taken a little break on Instagram while I was with him, so people wouldn't get suspicious of me meeting someone because when you have 5.6 million followers on Instagram this can happen fast.

I had to shoot content again and entertain my followers, so I packed my bag in the morning and Ruben was waiting for me so he could drive me to the station.

When we were in the car, I noticed a strange silence I'd never felt before between the two of us. Do you know that there are once pleasant silences and once unpleasant silences? And this was definitely an unpleasant one.

"Are you all right?", I asked him. He was looking at the road. "I'm fine. I'm just sad that you have to go," he said, turning his head to me for a moment. "I'm sad too, Ruben, it was nice five days, I had a lot of fun, maybe I can come visit you again, or you can come to London," I tried to cheer him up. He just nodded his head and kept on driving.

When we got to the station, he parked a little far away so he could get off with me. He took my suitcase out of the trunk and handed it to me.

"Thank you for coming, Y/N, I really appreciate it. You're a great person and I'm very happy to have you as my friend." I realized how emotional he got and sad. I hugged him and stroked his back. „Ruben this feels like a goodbye forever“ I said smiling at him. „It’s just that when I get used to a person I don’t want them to leave anymore. Please visit me again Y/N“ he said. „Of course Ruben! We’re in the same country. I can always hop in the next train and visit you. And if you should be in London again let’s definitely meet“. „Yes we should definitely do that. And the next time you should come visit my game and maybe I can introduce you to someone how you wanted to“ he said hitting my arm in a playful way. „You‘re really trying to set me up with someone huh“.

And with that we said our last goodbyes and I took my train back to London. I‘m so happy that I found a friend like him now.

[isalabells]

Edin Terzić, Head Coach of Borussia Dortmund, embraces José Mourinho following Real Madrid's victory during the UEFA Champions League 2023/24 Final match between Borussia Dortmund and Real Madrid CF at Wembley Stadium on June 01, 2024 in London, England.

[ohhtani]

JOE BURROW + wet hair

[goonersaurus]

bbg 🤍🪽🎂🥛🦷

[trekkiedean]

babe is everything okay? it’s been almost two years and you’re still in the bargaining stage of grief over the spn finale

[toppersbitch]

Temporary Fix // Joe Burrow x Reader

18+ Minors DNI

Summary: You catch Joe’s eye at the club and he decides he’ll be your temporary fix. Word Count:1k Warnings: NFL joe, partying, drinking, soft Joe, fingering, unprotected sex

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You grinded yourself against the miscellaneous dance partner, Luke you think, your friend had picked for you. In all honesty, he was insufferable, he kept calling you the wrong name, stepping on your feet, and flirting with other girls.

“I’m gonna go get another drink,” you yelled into his ear.

“What?” he breath stunk, cigarettes and beer. You held your tongue in and walked away rolling your eyes. You ordered the strongest drink and slumped against the wall watching people. You locked your eyes on a tall guy with dirty blonde hair. He was drinking from a water bottle, standing in a group of other tall men. He turned and looked at you, scanning the rest of the club in one motion. You felt yourself blush and you quickly averted your eyes.

“There you are,” Luke grabbed at your waist and you dodged him, “We’re about to leave are you coming with?’

“No, I’m good,” you pushed his hands away again. You looked past him to the blonde, his eyes were scanning past you again, making brief eye contact. Luke grabbed at your arm again and you pushed him away, “No, I said I’m good,” You walked away, towards the blonde. You stopped when he scanned the room again, you turned and slumped against a wall adjacent to him.

You sipped your drink watching the room, taking frequent glances at the blonde.

“Hey,” you turned your head and there he was, “I’m Joe,” he put his hand out to shake. You took it, shaking it and reciprocating with your name.

“I uh- I don’t know if you came with anyone but here’s my number,” he had written it on a napkin, “you can call whenever and I can be your muse.”

“You mean my vice?” you asked smirking, holding tight to the napkin.

“Whatever you wanna call it,” he shined his pearly whites with a chuckle.

“Can I call now?” you asked smiling, he put a hand above your head entrapping you with his body.

“You’re in control,” with those words you smashed your mouth to his hungrily.

His hands roamed your body, your head feeling woozy with delight, the blacks of your eyelids lit up with color from the club lights. Stopping for a breath you noticed eyes on you, phones out snapping pictures. Who was this guy?

“Let's go?” Joe grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the club to the street. He pulled out his phone to call a uber. You climbed in, pulling Joe in next to you, jumping onto him, and pressing your lips to his neck. The car rolled to a stop and Joe opened the door, steadying you as you stepped out. He opened the front door for you, shutting it behind him and pushing you up against it. Lips crashing into yours, you pulled at his shirt hem, and he lifted it over his head. You stared at him, his toned body breathing heavily waiting for your next move. You pushed him back, signaling him to lead you to his bed.

You pushed him back on the bed, climbing on top, pulling your shirt off, and throwing it. His eyes moved up and down your body. You grabbed his hand and placed it on your breast, leaning down to kiss him. He kneaded your breast with one hand as the other guided your hips grinding against him. He groaned into the kiss, his hands feeling hungrier, his hard-on bulging into you.

He rolled and pushed you under him, pulling down your pants. His eyes were hungry looking down at you.

“Touch me,” you pleaded, his eyes shot up to yours. He moved his head, placing kisses on your thighs, his finger entering your heat. Your stomach flipped as he began to move his finger pumped in and out. You moaned, closing your eyes, watching him was too much to handle. He pushed in another finger, moving faster, hitting your g-spot. You moaned loudly, your hand shooting to cover your mouth.

“Say my name baby,” his voice was deeper than before. You moaned out his name as your stomach tightened, your body feeling light as you went over the edge. He moved up placing a kiss on your collarbone.

“Good,” he said against your skin.

“I need more,” you were yearning for him. You sat up, your hands undoing his belt and pull his pants down, his cock shot out. You took it in your hand and stroked it, feeling it becomes harder. He pushed his head back groaning.

“Mhm stop,” you obliged, letting go of his dick. He pushed you back onto the bed, his hands running up your legs. He pushed his dick in, and you whimpered. He moved slowly.

“Faster Joe,” you pleaded.

“Tell me what you want baby,” he tucked his head into your neck.

“I want you to make me cum,” you whined, and his thrusts became faster. His thumb playing with your clit. Rubbing fast circles, driving you wild. Your stomach began to clench.

“Joe,” you cried out, grabbing onto his arm.

“That’s right baby call out my name,” He moved faster and harder, your closed your eyes, your orgasm hitting you hard.

“JOE,” you yelled, his motions weakening as he came, and he collapsed next to you. Laying a hand on your cheek. You both lay there, breathing heavily, and your legs felt weak. You began to take in your surroundings, a football jersey framed on the wall, two of them actually. Both read ‘Burrow’ with the number 9.

“You’re Joe Burrow?” you whipped your head to the side, he looked at you smiling, and nodding.

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This is my first Joe one-shot, I hope everyone likes this. This was written on a whim and in two hours so I'm sorry if it's bad.

Check out my other stuff HERE

[shewantsitall]

Sobbing over Mom City bc “you’re not lost you’re just not sure what direction you’re going in yet”

[third-king-of-salmonids]

the number of pronouns in your header isnt even a real number

DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO COUNT WITHOUT DIGITS?

[raapija]

"Bro, you got the new playstation?? They got El Nano in FIFA, bro, we gotta play it"

FIFA 19

[jamiesfootball]

🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀

“Because West Ham was only beating us when we passed,” Jamie explained absently, most of his attention lost on the match. “They had us marked. They were pushing us to think faster on the ball and make a mistake. Then the second we messed up, they’d spring a press—just like how they got us when we played ‘em with Zava.”

“So you decided to beat them all on one-on-ones instead?” Roy marveled. That was…fucking genius, actually.

Borderline stupid, too. You’d have to be an arrogant prick to believe you could win that many duels without losing the ball.

Jamie huffed. “Uh, yeah. The ones I knew I could beat, anyways. Since all of them were sticking to zones, it weren’t even that hard. Just pick the weakest link and run right through it.”

A supremely arrogant prick. With talent.

[peligrosapop]

People on twitter saying Pedri is going bald bc of his hairline but that mofo has had the same hairline forever. He is not.😅. Just his hair is really long on the bangs areas. Newbie fans🤣.

[just-spectating]

The Objecthead Phenomenon: Another Brief Essay

One of the most thought provoking concepts in 17776 is the idea of a mind with all the emotions and complexities of a human being forced to inhabit a completely inhuman body. Juice, Nine, and Ten do not, and never will, have human bodies. They will never experience what it is like to have a human body - additionally, this means machines, unlike humans, have to consider their own mortality and come to terms with their weird, disjoined, person-object existence. 

The fact that space probes, who are completely physically different from an organic being, mange to be so human is something that makes 17776 so special. This also leads to me having what I can imagine are controversial tastes in fanart: I don’t particularly care for the “objecthead” designs and feel they undermine one of the most important things about Nine, Ten and Juice as characters.

 Like, Jon Bois created these remarkable and bizarre characters, who are intentionally physically inhuman, something that has significance in the story - and people immediately decided to go ahead and draw them in order to…undo that.  This is why the objecthead or humanized fanart saddens me a bit. 

I do, however, understand the desire to further anthropomorphize the probes. After all, it’s frustrating for characters with such distinct personalities to be completely physically inexpressive. Nine, Ten, and Juice don’t have facial expressions (other than emoticons, of course). They don’t pose, they don’t wear clothes, they can’t touch or physically interact or any way. That makes it pretty much impossible to easily make visually interesting art, as you could only ever draw them. Uh. Floating in space. Visually unchanging. Forever and ever. Not exactly appealing. 

In a way, the objecthead phenomenon in 17776 fanart provides some poetic insight: the idea that these beloved characters are objects is uncomfortable. We want to give them bodies that correspond with their personalities, we want them to be physically expressive. We want to give them these experiences that they will never be able to have. I can imagine that the probes feel these things too, this desire to have their consciousness match what their body looks and feels like. 

Practically the first thing Nine assumes when they wake up is that they are trapped aboard the probe and need to escape. They experience a moment of visceral panic and existentialism, which I found very distressing because they are trapped in a space probe. Their first instinct is to leave, to get out, and that will never happen. There is no hope of escape. 

Juice also demonstrates this kind of thinking in a much more lighthearted way during the spaghetti conversation in the first chapter of 20020. The nonexistent bowl of spaghetti shows that the probes, or at least Juice, do imagine themselves with bodies, doing human things. This makes you wonder how often they think about the things they will never be able to experience. Do Nine and Ten wish that they could hug? Does Juice lament not being able to enjoy a Lunchable or catch a football?

This was meant for my 17776 blog (@we-perpetually-hang-out) but is posted here instead due to tag issues.

[svampira]

if you've seen me post this already no you did naut anyways human elias

[gaemen]

NOTE: Looks like those middle school confessions. VERY SORRY JS THOUGHT OF IT WHEN I FOUND THIS IMAGE SITTING AROUND IN MY CAMERA ROLL😭‼️)

Joshua: My crush isn’t picking up on my hints.

Leon: What hints have you given them?

Joshua: Well, I think about them a lot, and sometimes I even think the eye contact we make is a sign.

Leon: Mayb—*gets cut off*

Joshua: I have feelings for you. *Looks away from him*

Leon: gets cut off again

Joshua: I like talking to you and being around you. *sighs*

Leon: is cut off again

Joshua: Do you realize that I am attracted to you more than you know?

Leon: What?! What does that mean?!

Joshua: You really don’t know? or are you acting?

Leon:* staring at him confused*

Joshua: … I thought that would be obvious by now.

*Before Joshua cut Leon off again, Leon placed his hand over Joshua's mouth.*

Leon: Quit talking already; I get it. Now that you have me all flustered, it's weird.

*Joshua looks at him with puppy eyes; the cold air made his eyes watery.*

Leon stares into his blue eyes: Wait, I don't mean weird, just that I'm all soft all of a sudden- I.. *Doesn't know what to say*

Joshua places his cold hands on top of Leon's: Me neither; I'm panicking. Um... let's just get back and forget about this, you know?

[zu-reblogs]

We need to bring back the days in which we used to gush over the Asshole Boyfriends a lot more in tumblr, so here's an ask: tell me one thing Lu adores about Martín and one thing that he'd change about him

Hehehe yes I agree!! I'm not in the mood to work at all so let's ramble a bit about Lu and his Feelings(tm)

Okay so if you ask Luciano he'll say he loves AND hates Martín, both things at the same time. Tincho pisses him off like few people can, but Lu is also a little obsessed with the man. What can I say, it's an intense thing they have going on

So one thing he adores: Besides the obvious answer of "Tincho is hot and charming and very fun to play football against", Lulu likes that Tincho isn't... easily intimidated. I'm not sure how to explain lol but?? I feel like other latinos look at Lu with a good amount of suspicion, because he's Too Big (territory-wise) and he used to be a Big Bad Empire (so who knows when he'll snap again oooo scary), and also he speaks a Different Language so he's instantly a stranger. And Tincho simply does not give a shit lol he wasn't scared of Luciano when he and Lu actually swung swords at each other and he's not about to be scared now. Also the fact that Lu consistently had more World Cup trophies than Tincho, and Tincho does not give a damn, he'll still be determined to beat Lu any day on the football field ♥ Basically Lu likes that Tincho wants to fight him :D

One thing he'd change in Tincho is to take his height down like a good 10cm. Just shrink down that man to a normal person size. That's a lie he loves climbing Tincho like a tree

[maulfucker]

I actually hate high school aus but I was struck by a vision. of Mandalore being P.E. class. the school had a field but it fell into disrepair so class is exclusively indoors now. Satine was a nice teacher who taught more theory and games than actual sports. Vizsla was the asshole teacher who wanted to turn class into a military training camp. they both get fired for some reason (punching each other in the hallways) so the martial arts teacher (Maul) has to take over p.e. (and he absolutely hates it). Bo-Katan is a college dropout who is applying to be p.e. teacher but her only qualification is being Satine's sister, and her main motivation is clearly just getting Maul fired. she gets a job as assistant/substitute teacher. every class with her in command is dodgeball.