#hakim Ziyech

[jadonsgf]

achraf hakimi & hakim ziyech after morocco v belgium | 27.11.22

[doinggreat]

Football players + songs (pt. 2)

[juergenklopp]

The MOROCCO NATIONAL FOOTBALL TEAM reach the quarterfinals of the FIFA World Cup 2022 after beating Spain 3–0 in the penalty shootout (0–0 AET), with an outstanding performance by goalkeeper Yassine ‘Bono’ Bounou, and a Panenka penalty by Achraf Hakimi. Morocco are the fourth African team to reach the quarterfinals of the World Cup after Cameroon in 1990, Senegal in 2002 and Ghana in 2010. | December 6, 2022

[elisaa-suu]

Galatasarayımızın Yıldızları 💫

[deluluduck227]

how to deal with a pregnant woman? |Hakim ZIYECH

Summary : Situations when Hakim knew exactly how to deal with his pregnant wife

Words count: 870 (the longest)

Being seven months pregnant, your hormones took the best of you. You literally cried river or when you couldn’t pick up the remote lying on the floor because of your bump. But all through this, your husband always helped you. Hakim always made sure that you felt loved and he never even let you lift a finger.

"Donut needs a friend!"

You were chilling in the living room, and a cover was shielding your body from the cold weather, Donut, your cat was lying just beside the extremities of your legs. Wiggling his tail from time to time, he annoyed Hakim who was lying on the couch, too busy playing 'Call of Duty' on his phone. While all your attention was on the television, one of your favorite movies was playing 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory'. The number of times you've watched it is uncountable yet it never failed to make you enjoy it. The familiar smell of the diner that Hakim took charge of cooking was making you so eager to put it in your mouth. All of these circumstances were more than enough to make you comfy, happy which you were! But looking at Donut who was trying to sleep, he looked "tired, gloomy, and downhearted" only from your point of view. You realized that your dear cat was feeling lonely and there's nothing you could do about it and what made it worse was you realizing that he's gonna die. This brought tears to your eyes as you were now crying silently. Your loud sobbing grabbed your husband's attention and as soon as he acknowledged you were crying he approached you at the speed of light. " Hey babe what's wrong?" He divulged, the worry was clear on his face as he cupped your face, his warm thumbs wiping the tears gently. " Donut's gonna die!" He quickly switched his gaze to the cat who was grooming his paws indifferently. "What do you mean? He seems very fine to me!" " No, you don't understand" you sniffled " He's gonna die one day!" " Babe, the average age of cats is 14 years. Donut's still young, he's gotta a good 12 years ahead to live!" He tried to comfort you with his deep warm voice. " Exactly! He doesn't even know how short his life is." You murmured, hiccuped breaths were interrupting your speech occasionally. The whole situation seemed funny for Hakim yet he didn't laugh because he knew it would hurt. He just wrapped his arms around your shoulders while you put your head on his chest, your breaths matching the steady pace of his heartbeat until you progressively calmed down. " Get me another cat!" You interrupted the silent moment you've just had. " You want another cat?" You nodded. "But I think Donut is enough for us!" " He needs a companion, I can feel it from her eyes! "Your last remark made a smile beam through his face as he raised his eyebrows as if he was making sure he heard you just right and you nodded to assure it. " I just imagined him being alone this whole time. Babe, what if he feels left out because the baby is born and then he feels like he's not the baby anymore?" Hakim was just listening to his pregnant wife, he got used to these breakouts by now and he knew exactly how to deal with them. "Don't worry munchkin, We'll get Donut a friend !"

Cranvings and relief

Hakim was watching as you were stirring the soup. You craved some Moroccan Harira and since he was not the best cook you chose to do it yourself, and he insisted on helping you. He's been enjoying watching you waddling around with your huge baby bump and pouty lips. On days when it's too much for you to handle, he'd stop enjoying it. He admits that he'll miss the pregnant you but what to do? "Stop staring like that and mix this! Put those arms in use." You were pointing at the bowl that had some flour and water. It was necessary to make the soup more viscous. "I mean what can I do? You're adorable pregnant!" He teased you, already started to mix the ingredients, and poured them into the harira. "This !" You pointed to your bump as you continued." It is your fault! You seduced me into this!" You earned a loud laugh from him as he resumed stirring the ready soup. "Well, I did it after your acceptance!" He spoke knowingly, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You couldn't bear the backache anymore as you leaned on the counter searching for relief. And that's when Hakim knew exactly how to deal with this situation. " Babe, stand straight for me." He demanded gently as you felt his presence behind. You applied, furrowing your eyebrows. His hands sneaked under your bump as he crossed his fingers tightly, lifting your bump. The relief you felt was undescribable, you never felt this light in months. "Babe, this feels so good. I can't imagine I survived all this period without these hacks." " I know I know, don't be surprised when you gotta a talented man like me! Now go sit I'ill serve dinner." You nodded as you turned to peck him quickly.

i know i already wrote a hakim fanfic with a pregnancy trope but what can i do he's the fittest to my imagines

[lydiamaya]

Football inspired major arcana tarot cards ^—^

I had a lot of fun making these and tried my best to fit them with what the cards actually represented.

Explanation on who's what card if you are interested in knowing —

0 – The Fool –> This card represents on the upright- innocence, spontaneity, a free spirit. On reserved it represents‐ holding back, recklessness and risk-taking. All of which I think perfectly describes Jack.

I – The Magician –> On the upright represents- manifestation, resourcefulness, power, inspired action. On reversed- untapped talents. All of these remind me of Hakim and also his nickname is perfect fit for this 😉.

II - The High Priestess –> Basically a well knowledged motherly character who often works in silence. Who other that Luka.

III – The Empress –> A blonde beauty who is holding everything together.

IV – The Emperor –> Authority, establishment, structure, a father figure, dominance. He is Pedri and gavi's dad, enough sqid.

V – The Hierophant –> Spiritual wisdom, religious, freedom, someone who comforts. See Olivier comforting Kylian, and you'll see.

VI – The Lovers –> Love, harmony, relationship, Soulmate.

VII – The Chariot –> Control, willpower, action, success, determination, self-discipline. The soul of the Manchester City team.

VIII – Strength –> Strength, courage, influence, compassion, raw emotion, self-doubt. Strength of the Manchester United team.

IX – The Hermit –> Soul-searching, inner guidance, being alone, isolation. The guiding light of Arsenal.

X – Wheel of Fortune –> Good luck, Karma, destiny, a turning point, breaking cycles.

XI – Justice –> I don't know, Eriksen just fit the vibe.

XII – The Hanged Man –> Letting go, new perspective. Joao to Chelsea saga.

XIII – Death –> Ending, change, transformation, transition, personal transformation. Jude being Dortmund's captain and the transformation of power from older generation to the newer one.

XIV – Temperance –> Balance, patience, purpose, self-healing. These two are perfect balance of old and new in Argentina.

XV – The Devil –> Shadow self, restriction, attachments. He is holding himself a bit in my opinion.

XVI – The Tower –> Sudden change, chaos, revelations, awakening, personal transformation. The departure of Messi and the entire future of Barça being pushed into their hands in a way.

XVII - The Star –> Hope, faith, renewal, purpose, self-trust. He is the hope and future of Dortmund and Germany.

XVIII – The Moon –> I don't Mason just felt right.

XIX – The Sun –> Positivity, fun,warmth, success, inner child, overly optimistic, vitality. This card IS Haaland.

XX – Judgment –> The bringer of Judgment Day against anyone they played.

XIX – The World –> Completion, accomplishment, personal closure, delays. This card is Messi personified.

[glimmerofawesome]

[masnmount]

Hakim Ziyech and Mateo Kovačić before the FIFA World Cup third place playoff

Croatia vs Morocco - 17.12.2022

[kvtnisseverdeen]

BEST OF FIFA WORLD CUP QATAR 2022:

Players + showing some love

[swaggypsyduck]

footballers as text memes pt.2:

pt.1 , pt.3

[jadonsgf]

canada v morocco | 1.12.22

[doinggreat]

[httpsdana]

could you write an imagine about Hakim Ziyech during Ramadan they are at the family in Hakim for the end of Ramadan where he is unbearable he always comes to the kitchen to annoy his wife in front of his sisters and his mother in Hakim asking him all the time what she prepares and when she puts a meal on the table each time he grabs her in his arms and doesn't want to let her go until one of Hakim's sisters comes to save her

Clingy~Hakim Ziyech

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

I got so many Hakim request although the two ones that I wrote didn't get many likes

keep sending in your requests <3

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players/drivers I write for

ps: I did my researches and found out he has 1 sister. I'm not sure about that but we'll say he has one sister only. I also saw that he has 9 brothers? Not sure about this too but we'll ignore it.

y/n and Hakim were spending the last days of Ramadan at his family's house in the Netherlands. They have been married for a few years, but it was the first time that they spend this holy month at his parents house. It was always his parents that visited them in London

His mother was the sweetest person. She loved y/n from the bottom of her heart and made sure to make her feel at home. She tried to let y/n rest during the day, but y/n herself wanted to help in making the food they'd be eating at the end of the day

y/n always had energy, even when fasting. It felt like a normal day to her. However, Hakim was quite the opposite. He would get needy and whiny all day. So when y/n, his mother, and his sister are preapring the food, he was always in the kitchen annoying his wife

"what you doingg" he asked, walking to where his wife was standing. He watched her cut some vegtables, wondering what she's cooking

"oh I'm just cutting some vegtables for the soup" she said, not looking up from what was in front of her

"soup? what do you put other than the vegtables?" he asked, putting his arms around her waist from behind, laying his head on her shoulder, to peek over what she's cutting

"why? you plan to surprise me with some home-cooked dinner when we go back home?" she teased, knowing he can't make an egg without burning it

"oh shut up. I'm just showing some interest in what my wife is cooking" he pressed a kiss on her neck, not moving away.

"so your wife is the only one cooking now is she?" his sister said, from the other side of the kitchen.

y/n chuckled and looked up at her husband.

"well her food is definitely better than yours" he stuck his tongue out at his sister, like the little child he becomes while fasting

"is it now? Is better than mama's though?" she teased, knowing he won't answer that

He huffed and kissed his wife's head, before walking out of the kitchen

They all laughed at his childish behaviour.

"Is he this whiny the whole time?" his mother asked, moving to grab a plate from the cupboard next to y/n

She shrugged with a smile at the thought of her husband

"He usually comes home from training and sleeps till its time for Iftar. But when he has a day off he would get a little bit annoying. Nothing I can't handle though" she helped her by getting her the plate she needed

Just as she handed her the plate, Hakim walked into the kitchen again. He walked straight to his wife. He pulled her away from his mother and scooped her in his arms.

She tried to get out of his embrace, which caused him to tighten his grip around her waist

"what's wrong?" y/n asked, scratching the back of his head with her nails

He hummed in satisfaction burying his head in her neck

"I just miss you so much" his muffled voice said, making his sister chuckle

y/n smiled and pressed a kiss on the side of his head, before removing his head from her neck. He whined and tried putting it in her neck again

"Hakim. leave your wife alone" his sister warned.

He shook his head and tightened his grip more, making it impossible to slip out of his arms

His sister laughed and grabbed y/n's hand, trying to pull her away from him. He slapped his sister's hand away and turned around so his back was to his sister and his wife was still buried in his arms.

His sister came from from y/n and pulled her quickly away from Hakim, placing her behind her

Hakim groaned and tried grabbing his wife, in which his sister only blocked his way

"you go and I'll follow you when I'm done yeah?" y/n laughed slightly at his annoyed face

He let out a sigh but nodded nonetheless. She kissed his cheek and ushered him out of the kitchen

[belltaviasbff]

LOOK AT THOSE BEAUTIES

the national team (or a random boyband who knows) on their open bus parade upon return to morocco

sofiane boufal via instagram

[deluluduck227]

Hot Tub Event | Hakim ZIYECH

Warning: kinda smutty but not smut

Summary: In which Hakim is having too much fun in the hot tub with his wife.

"Okay! Let's set some rules! First thing first, the water will not touch my hair, and if it does you'll take the blame so be careful!"You babbled as you set your foot in the hot tub that Hakim rented just for the two of you. He looked relaxed and yummy as ever, spreading his arms on the tub's edge in a manly manner, he was to die for. He eyed you up and down, making sure to gaze at every inch of naked skin in his sight, and his eyes sparkled as if it was the first time seeing you. He tapped the tub's edge as a sign for you to join him which you approved. "You like what you see?" " Oh you know I always do!" You sat next to him if it wasn't on him, Your legs across his lap while you wrapped your arms around his neck. He also wrapped his arms around your slim waist pulling you dangerously close to him, moving his hand up and down your stomach making you shiver. " Life is treating me fairly at the moment! You by my side, more than I deserve!" His velvet voice was a little above a whisper and your love for him was warmer in your veins. You switched positions, saddling him while sticking your upper body to his, drawing him impossibly close. "I just love you so much." You whispered softly, flicking his cheeks with your thumbs, adorning his beautiful features. His eyebrows rose together in amazement at your sudden boldness. His eyes were like mud, perfectly matched with the frown that permanently stained his face. His aquiline nose added character to his face. Your gaze fell to his lustrous lips and you couldn't stop yourself as you pulled him into a kiss. His lips felt so familiar it hurt your heart. His breathing had become more strained; his muscles tensed. You let yourself sink into his embrace as his hands flattened against your spine. The smell of your perfume, of the soft, peachy scent of your conditioner, was dizzying, butterflies dancing in your stomach. But warmth consumed you as you leaned into the kiss, Hakim’s lips impossibly soft against your own. You soon started to move your hips slowly against his as you felt him jerk underneath you, groaning lowly into your mouth. " Don't start something you can't finish." He spoke as soon as he parted your lips apart, His voice was deep like the rumbling of the earth while his eyes were raging with desire. " Please I need you! " He chuckled at your pleading tone "Babe you know I take control, you'll be unable to walk properly for a week, and you don't want to explain that to the others." He was teasing you, his gravelly voice sounded low and rough and it only made your desire grow. " Hakim! Please! " You were so desperate and he couldn't hold back anymore. "All right, let's get you out of here! We don't want to get your hair wet!"

Hakim blessing us with those ig posts and i had to write smg abt it ! Enjoy !

[judectrl]

ziyech will always be one of my favourite footballers and not just skills-wise