#semi pro football

[willkimurashat]

I didn’t expect one today👀

[wausaupilot]

New semi-pro soccer team partners with UWSP at Marshfield

MARSHFIELD – A new semi-professional soccer team has found a partner in the University of Wisconsin-Stevens Point at Marshfield. The Wisconsin Conquerors Football Club, based in Marshfield, is practicing and training at the Marshfield campus as it prepares for its 2024 inaugural season. The team was founded by Dr. Alexander Eddo and is coached by Ricardo Pedro. “UWSP at Marshfield is excited to…

[truthundressing]

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[alpha-mag-media]

England legend, 62, tipped for sensational return to semi-pro football with world’s second oldest club to ‘send him SOS’ | In Trend Today

England legend, 62, tipped for sensational return to semi-pro football with world’s second oldest club to ‘send him SOS’ Read Full Text or Full Article on MAG NEWS

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England legend, 62, tipped for sensational return to semi-pro football with world’s second oldest club to ‘send him SOS’ | In Trend Today

England legend, 62, tipped for sensational return to semi-pro football with world’s second oldest club to ‘send him SOS’ Read Full Text or Full Article on MAG NEWS

[defensefilms]

This Is Why I Haven’t Been Posting

So this is what’s had me distracted lately.

Outside of coaching kid’s soccer, I finesse some of these smaller teams, clubs, academies and semi-pro developmental clubs that need stuff photographed and captured on video.

I shoot everything from kid’s games, high school games, semi-pro guys, 11-a-side and 5-a-side games, and I’ve already been able to get around some Premiere Division teams and coaches, more on that later down the road though.

Where as I used to have my mornings to myself, because I don’t start academy kids soccer until afternoon, I now mostly go out on calls when client’s have games and need photos, and that will mostly be in the mornings.

The trickier part though, has been trying to leverage this sports media thing into something more lucrative. I’ve considered building a bigger team and charging clients more, but even that doesn’t give me maximum return on investment, you know what I mean?

Consider this, I’m turning on Youtube everyday, and I’m constantly seeing ads and other types of sports related media being used to sell stuff. There’s way more money out here than what a semi-pro team can pay me.

In the mean time, I’ll work these clients one-by-one, while building up to something that can get me in the door with a sponsor or a bigger brand, or even some agency work or something in that line. Tired of being on the block, bro.

On the other end, I got my homeboy that manages an indoor football venue and that’s been steady clientele too, but still, I need more.

My other homie, he’s the one I’m working with on coaching kid’s soccer, that’s patterned down and really we need to talk about expanding it, getting better training facilities and even having a home ground with stadium lights, so we can play games on some Friday Night Lights shit.

My client, the guy that runs Free Agents FC, he’s a top guy, he’s the one that knows all these teams and coaches in the semi-pro ranks. Within 1 month of working for this dude, I’ve already been in places to photograph 2 of the biggest club teams in my city, Sundowns FC and Supersports United. Bro is big time.

On the other end, fam, I got a shit load of semi professional players on my contacts list, some are guys that were coached by dudes I went to school with, others are in the semi-pro circuit, others play indoor football competetively, and they the ones that let me know which teams are actually worth approaching with photography sevices, and that’s how I found Free Agents.

All that’s good, and it sounds clever, but there’s more out here bro. Way more. Way, way more, n###a.

But let me lamp, contemplate this money bro. 

You can enjoy some of my photographs down below. I can garuantee the people photographed here did not recieve their photographs, unless they paid for them.

One. 

There’s no telling what’s going to happen when you photograph these games, South African football is stupid comptetetive, sometime guys play tournaments for prize money ranging from 10 grand and upwards, and games can eaily end up like the one in the photograph below.

It can get thick bro.

[scoatneyhall]

This news has people saying they'd like to see more from AFC Richmond (obviously) including the creation of the women's team. This is kind of a nightmare idea for me, because one thing I, as a football nerd, need people to understand about the concept of an AFC Richmond Women's Team is that they absolutely definitely already should have had one during seasons 1-3 of the show? Which made the pitch from Keeley in the s3 finale montage land SUPER badly for me. Like, a nice idea, easily conveyed, but nope.

Because the "football canon" of the situation is that every established Premier League club now has an affiliated women's team. And like yeah, Richmond aren't very good. But most other clubs going down the ladder into the Championship, League One, etc, also have women's teams. Richmond, when the show started, had been in the Prem without relegation for a long time. They would not be the only Prem club without a womens team!!! They would have been constantly called out for it, it would have been a huge criticism and pressure point.

(Side note: same goes for a youth academy - clubs are required to have one. So you can imagine that off-screen, AFC Richmond is operating an academy, a Development/ Reserve men's team, and a women's team, it just has nothing to do with the squad Ted coaches and their training may well be housed elsewhere.)

The WSL (womens top tier in the UK) doesn't have as many teams in it as the Prem due to structure (12 vs the Prem's 20), so the levels the men's and women's teams play at can vary drastically within the same club. Not all Prem clubs have the womens team in the WSL. But any club you (or the TL writers) may have compared to Richmond, or based them on? They do have a women's team, whether they play at the top level or not.

So for me, the moment with Keeley works okay as a "don't question it" thing in the context of a harmless series finale montage, but it doesn't work as something to build new stories off, at least not in the simplistic way it was presented. Because any extension of the Ted Lasso Universe, or a Ted Lasso season 4, that would possibly incorporate the "starting of a women's team" would be the show going SO far outside the realm of football realism that it feel like a major contrast to how the show has approached the football element before - including like, what division or tier a newly launched team would even be allowed to start in, and all that. You're not meant to dig into the moment in the finale, just process it as a nice, fuzzy concept. But if there is more show to come, with a plot line that tackles the idea pitched in the finale, it could never match the level of football realism that was applied to the show before, because they've invented a totally fake situation that just doesn't work like that. They would be lowering their own bar. I know that many elements of TL, like Ted coaching, are already extremely fake, but their dedication to most of what counts is very good and very specific. Following through on what the finale implied about the women's team would be a drop in football realism from their existing standards and I am suuuuper not interested in that happening. It would be a quality drop for sure.

This is a bit of a rant and I am possibly the only fan who cared about this, but that Keeley and Rebecca scene was honestly one of the worst finale moments for me just because it implies something soooo wroooong.

HOWEVER, there's a pretty easy fix, and it would be cool if they went in this direction: the only reasonable explanation is that Rupert ran the women's team into the ground/never funded it, just met the bare minimum requirements, and they were currently playing below FA level, like in the 5th tier with only semi-pro players who don't get a professional wage - basically hobby players, and Keeley’s pitch was about reviving them and getting promoted up the tiers ASAP, Welcome to Wrexham style, with new funding, recruiting etc. Sucks that they got no attention from Rebecca before now but they may not have had money to spare for it during season 2 or before Rebecca sold shares in the club... dealing with that, and the fact that Rebecca had to knowingly leave them on the back burner and neglect them... that could be interesting. There's a story to be had about the women's team, don't get me wrong, but it isn't as simple an idea as the finale implied and that the fans have since run with.

[fitsofgloom]

The great tough guy actor William Smith, whose biography is akin to a come-to-life series of covers from Men's Adventure-style magazines. He was a pilot and an interrogator during the Korean War, fluent in five languages (holding a master's degree in Russian). At various turns, he was a downhill skier, a boxer, a biker, a champion bodybuilder, and played semi-pro football in Germany. He's purported to have once performed over five thousand sit-ups during a five-hour period. He amassed over three hundred credits in a career that began in 1942 with a role as a child extra in Universal's "The Ghost of Frankenstein" and extended well into the Twenty-First Century.

[ruggiezz]

imagine nrc during the world cup era OMG 😟 rook after france loses to argentina, heartslabyul watching england losing

— REACTING TO THEIR COUNTRY LOSING IN THE WORLD CUP : twisted wonderland

[synopsis] twst characters and their reactions to their country getting disqualified

[characters] ace, deuce, cater, trey, riddle, ruggie, floyd, jade, azul, rook

[extra] this is just for the funsies, me spreading my octavinelle + ruggie latinos agenda. i'm a firm believer in the cater is american headcanon (AMERICA RAHHH🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅💥)

ACE TRAPPOLA and DEUCE SPADE got together with you to watch the World Cup. Oh? You're not interested in football? Too bad, you're watching it with them anyways. Pros: They buy snacks for all of you to eat while watching. Cons: Ace screams at the television and gets extremely frustrated. The silence was loud when the match with France ended. At least the food was good...

CATER DIAMOND was not #LiveLaughLove-ing that month. Imagine being the only american in your friend group full of british people while the US had a match against England. Don't get him wrong; he doesn't really care about football, but it's hard to ignore it when the whole school is talking about it. At the end of the day, Magicam material is still Magicam material. He got lucky though; the match ended in a draw; it could have been worse. Needless to say, he did not care about the US losing, #WorldCup #Disqualified.

TREY CLOVER felt like he was in a nightmare—a 29-day-long nightmare. The Heartslabyul students were either having a blast or screaming when they won, or they were having heated fights about whose country would win. Trey was stressed; maybe other housewardens were enjoying the World Cup (like Kalim, who was throwing parties every opportunity he had), but RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS was certainly not happy. The students were so focused on, in his words, "guys running after a ball", that they weren't studying for their final exams. Yes, he had become less strict after his overblot, but a few students still got collared. Both of them were relieved when the World Cup ended; they could not care less about their country losing.

RUGGIE BUCCHI listened to the brazilian matches while working, like it was a podcast. He was a busy guy, you know? He had to work, but he still wanted to listen to the match. To be honest, Ruggie was pretty confident that they would make it to the semi-finals. We are talking about Brazil here; their team is good. "There's no way the europeans are winning this one" he thought. Imagine his face when they lost by a penalty goal, a penalty goal... Ruggie bought himself a doughnut at Sam's to cope and not have a mental breakdown.

Peru didn't even qualify; they lost against Australia. FLOYD AND JADE LEECH were in a bad mood during the whole World Cup.

Yes, Chile didn't qualify either, but a business opportunity is a business opportunity. Did you hear? You can watch the football matches while eating in the Mostro Lounge, and if you spread the word and bring your friends, you get a special discount. AZUL ASHENGROTTO got showered in money during those 29 days it lasted; the restaurant made three times the amount they usually make. He was very happy, to say the least.

ROOK HUNT was delighted to see all the students celebrating. The passionate cheers of the students, the way they all rooted for their country, how they got together to watch, how sad they got over their team losing, how beautiful. Yes, maybe the students were screaming at each other; maybe one even threw a chair across the room, but still. There was something captivating in seeing how a game could bring students that had nothing in common together, all with the same goal: to see their country win and crush the others. He was more sad about the World Cup ending than France losing, even if they were so close to first place.

[angelkiyo]

in bloom [sakusa kiyoomi x fem! indie actress! reader]

chapter iii + masterlist [fluff, modern/timeskip au]

(🎧suggested song: everything - the black skirts)

“Uh huh, well I do acting. It’s fun and it pays the bills.” You tapped on the table and smiled, taking a drink of the cosmopolitan you ordered.

You were currently on a date with a guy from In Bloom, his name was Semi Eita. You have heard of him a few times from friends back in high school. Your parents have also mentioned him a few times as his parents were family friends. Although the close connection with your parents, you never really got to see him or really talk to him. You just knew of him and he knew of you.

He had a casual maroon crewneck with some baggy jeans and Adidas. The two of you were at a dark bar in Shibuya, ironic considering how busy it was outside. Eita recommended it as he didn’t want to be seen.

“Oh, nice. My parents mentioned that to me. Some people on my timeline have profile pictures that look like you so most likely it was you.” He gave an awkward smile and took a swig of his vodka cranberry.

He was a musician. You have seen videos from his gigs before but to you, he didn’t seem the type to go on a dating app. Then again, neither were you.

You laughed a bit, “That’s funny! Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’ve seen some clips from your shows on my timeline! God, I haven’t played guitar in such a long time.”

He smiled and took a sip of his drink, “You played guitar? That’s awesome!”

You smiled sheepishly and nodded, “Yeah…but you’re way better!”

Eita smiled at you and swished around his glass, “I mean playing instruments isn’t that easy either, y’know. Give yourself a bit of credit.”

You laughed and eased up. Eita was nice and attractive. Of course you’d be flustered if an attractive guitarist complimented you.

It had been almost 24 hours since your “following Kiyoomi” incident and nothing had happened. When you woke up, Hitoka and Tadashi already left for work, leaving a barrage of interrogating text messages.

After an hour or so of conversation from both ends and the occasional turn at the bar TV playing some football match, Eita decided to drive you home.

He spoke again once you two got into his black Audi, “So what made you download In Bloom? You seem sociable enough to get a significant other on your own without the help of some shitty app.”

You shrugged, “Getting over someone, y’know. I know it’s the “first date” or whatever but I wanted to be honest. Also trying stuff out because I saw it in an ad so I was curious. You?”

Eita sighed, “I get that. My friend, Satori. He said that if I could pull in hundreds of people for a show, then I should have enough balls to get a girlfriend. We were talking one day and he made me download the app. Doesn’t help that my parents want me to settle down soon too.”

“Did you want to download it?”

Your question made Eita’s lips go into a fine line, “You were honest so I will be too; no, I didn’t want to.”

You nodded and sighed until he spoke again, “I mean it’s not like I regret it. You’re nice and pretty so I don’t mind. Um, where did you go to high school?”

You smiled at his attempt at changing the conversation, “Itachiyama Institute for high school. You?”

His eyes widened at the mention of Itachiyama, “I - uh, went to Shiratorizawa. But damn, that’s insane. I know you went to school in Tokyo but not Itachiyama….”

You raised your eyebrows at the mention of Shiratorizawa as well and laughed, “Well, it was paid off with my volleyball sport scholarship.”

“Oh me too! You played volleyball?”

You nodded, “Yeah, I was an ace but my last year, I got injured really bad and was unable to play. Luckily, my GPA was high enough to continue having a scholarship so y’know…”

Eita nodded as his fingers tapped on the steering wheel, “Did you possibly know Sakusa Kiyoomi or Komori Motoya? Sakusa played with my friend and well, Komori was a hell of a libero. I think they play pro now...”

You froze at the mention of Kiyoomi, “Uh yeah. I’ve um- heard of them. Ki- Sakusa and uh- Komori, yeah they were in the boys team at the same time that I was in the girls team.”

Eita looked at you confused at your changed demeanor but laughed it off, “You know them well?”

You laughed and shook your head, “No no, I just know them from volleyball. You mentioned you also played?”

Eita nodded and smiled, “Yeah, I was a setter and a pretty damn good one if I do say so myself.”

In your opinion, Eita was great and really nice. He lived up to the occasional praise your parents have said. He's a hot musician, for god's sake!

“This is me…” You said, tapping on the window showing your apartment complex.

Eita smiled, “So…I’ll text you? I hope you enjoyed our date.”

You nodded and pointed at your phone, “ I did. Text me, Eita. I really like talking to you. Good night.”

You leaned closer to him and kissed his cheek, finally getting out of the car and waved at him as he drove away.

You thought you had a good day, really. It was 9 in the evening and it seemed like no one was there.

God you were mistaken…

“Oh L/N! Is that you?”

Your heart felt like it was going to stop as you turned to see Komori and Sakusa.

“O-Oh…Hi. It’s nice to um- see the two of you.”

You were lying.

You saw them and crossed your arms awkwardly, tapping your hand against your arm. Kiyoomi really did look good. It’s been almost 8 years since you’ve seen him and he got taller, more muscular, and his hair looked as good as before. He didn’t have his mask on but his facial features in general looked pretty. Though he looked like he was swaying. Komori was shorter yet supporting Kiyoomi from falling down as he supported his cousin by his shoulder.

Komori smiled and waved, “It’s late. What are you doing out here so late! Me and Kiyoomi just got back from hot pot. Do you live near here?”

“Oh, I was just coming back from a date! And yeah, I do live near here. Actually right here so, y’know.”

“Ooh! Me an’ Kiyoomi actually live across the street! Geez, how cool!”

A date?

He felt jealous. Sakusa Kiyoomi felt jealous.

Maybe it’s the liquor he drank at hotpot.

Maybe it was actually how he felt.

Seeing you in person after so long caused a pang in his heart. Your features have gotten more mature and yet, more beautiful. Kiyoomi hasn’t dated anyone since he dated you. You were his “first love” and he never really had the time to move on from you romantically. He’s been busy.

The three of you were under a street light and you still looked as beautiful as before. Kiyoomi mumbled, breaking the loud silence, “A date?”

You made eye contact with him, where he broke it immediately and you cleared your throat, “Y-Yeah…it was from this dating website In Bloom or whatever, and it’s cool, I guess. I mean I have my options open so…”

You mentally cringed at the last part. You didn’t want to sound desperate in front of your ex-boyfriend who you still think is hot.

“Oh so does Kiyoomi! This loser had never had a girlfriend.”

Never?

You raised your eyebrow at Kiyoomi who started massaging his temples in annoyance, muttering a quiet 'Why did you have to say that?' to Komori who just snorted, “Oh really? I thought you did in high school. Must have been someone else.”

Kiyoomi tensed up and looked away slightly. He felt your gaze practically shoot daggers at him as you crossed your arms. Komori looked at the both of you and smiled, “Y’know, it’s getting late, let’s go Kiyoomi.” Komori began pushing Kiyoomi in front of him before waving to you, “Good night, L/N!”

You nodded confused and started walking to your apartment complex, leaving Komori and Kiyoomi alone, "Good night Komori. Good night Sakusa."

Kiyoomi felt his heart race again. You would even call him by his first name before the two of you even started 'talking' romantically in the first place. The way his last name slid off your tongue grew a pit in Kiyoomi's stomach as he held his head down in shame.

Once they were in farther away from your apartment complex, Kiyoomi sighed and slurred frustratingly, “Why would you tell her that?”

Komori shrugged and kept walking with a mission, “Y’know. I mean it’s true, not like you have dated someone. I’d know about it.”

“Y—Yeah but it’s herrr…”

Kiyoomi felt himself tense up again. Motoya should have known about it. But at the moment, he was just confused as to why his cousin was walking too fast to the apartment.

Komori Motoya wouldn’t say he’s a messy person. He wouldn’t say he’s an instigator either. He isn’t the type to cause problems all the time.

He loves watching romantic comedies now and then. He has even paid for a year's worth of Peacock just to watch reality TV shows such as The Bachelorette and Love Island (he has considered signing Kiyoomi up before).

Though, after seeing the potential chemistry between his cousin and you, he felt that he had no choice. The both of you have In Bloom, played volleyball in the same high school, and live near each other.

Hell, he still remembered Kiyoomi searching you up on his socials. Kiyoomi was even embarrassed at Komori calling him out infront of you! It was a situation that needed his help.

Did his cousin like you?

If he did, Komori would make sure his cousin’s feelings would come across. He didn’t want Kiyoomi to live all miserable and alone.

After Kiyoomi showered and fell asleep, Komori snatched his phone and leaned it towards his cousin for Face ID. He felt relief as usually his cousin is a light sleeper but due to him being drunk off his ass, Kiyoomi knocked out.

Komori isn’t stupid and started swiping furiously on In Bloom to get to you. He assumed that since you live near, it would be quick.

And quick, it was.

Y/n L/I. - 25

info: tokyo, actress of sorts, vb lover :)

“Bingo…” Komori immediately swiped right on your profile.

He wanted Kiyoomi to be happy, even if it meant pushing him out of his comfort zone.

What type of cousin would he be if he didn’t assist his own family.

[New Notification from in bloom!]

Y/n L/I. & Kiyoomi S. are a match! Start messaging for a chance to get to know each other!

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a/n - THIS IS SO MILLENNIAL CODED BUT THIS JS A ROMCOM SMAU SO BARE WITH ME. may seem like filler but i rlly do want this fic to be mainly fluff! also pls ignore timestamps 🤗😭

🏷️ taglist- @lilchubbyyy @renardiererin @wolffmaiden

[moneeb0930]

‘Pimp’ and ‘Lyss’: The Immortal Young Brothers by Claude Johnson (Black Fives Foundation)

They were brothers on and off the court. William Pennington Young, sometimes known as “Pimp” to his friends, and his older brother Ulysses S. Young, known simply as “Lyss” to his pals, were an unstoppable sibling pair of African American basketball stars that played during the 1910s and early 1920s.

They also made significant pioneering contributions off the court, long after their playing days ended.

Ulysses was born in Virginia in 1894. A year later, after his hard working parents migrated tot he North in pursuit of a better life, younger brother William was born in Orange, New Jersey.

A few years later, in 1900, their parents rented a room of their home to a young couple from Virginia, the Ricks family, who had a newborn son named James. Over the years the Young brothers embraced little James as if he were their own kin, and as the older boys got involved in sports, so did their protégé.

Something in that combined household created serious athletic skills.

Lyss and William attended nearby Orange High School, where they starred in football, basketball, and baseball. In 1910, while still in high school, the pair began playing semi-pro basketball for the Imperial Athletic Club, a local squad that competed against such teams as the Newark Strollers, the Montclair Athletic Club, and the Jersey City Colored YMCA. The two immediately received attention in the black sports press, including the popular and nationally circulated New York Age.

Their attraction to basketball got young James hooked on the sport too, and he soon developed his own talent. One huge advantage was having the opportunity to learn from- and train with the Young brothers.

The little basketball apprentice, James Ricks, would grow up to become James “Pappy” Ricks, who would become a founding member of the New York Renaissance Big Five professional basketball team and eventually reach the Naismith Basketball Hall of Fame.

After high school, the Young brothers attended Lincoln University in West Chester, Pennsylvania, which was not only America’s oldest historically black university but also was the closest to home for them. In college they both were once again three-sport stars. Though the brothers excelled in each sport, their first claim to fame was through football.

Playing quarterback, William was named as a Negro All-American during his senior year. Ulysses, playing end, was named to the Milton Roberts All Time Black College Football Squad for the 1910s Decade.

After graduating from Lincoln (“Pimp” was class valedictorian in 1917), the Youngs were recruited to play professional basketball in Pittsburgh by prominent African American sports promoter Cumberland Posey. Posey, historian Rob Ruck wrote in Sandlot Seasons, his landmark book that explores the city’s unique athletic heritage, ���was,as much as any one man could be, the architect of sport in black Pittsburgh.”

The pioneering promoter had been cultivating Pittsburgh’s black basketball talent through his operation of several different squads in the city, most prominently the Monticello Athletic Association, since the early 1910s. But with America’s imminent entry into World War I and the resulting lack of resources, Posey decided to consolidate his best talent into one powerfully built team.

The result was the Loendi Big Five, a legendary combo that was sponsored and got its name from the Loendi Social & Literary Club, an exclusive African American social club in the the city’s predominantly black Hill District.

1921.

Adding the collegiate superstars from Lincoln not only helped Posey promote his new team but also sparked the Loendi Big Five’s domination of black basketball, with a dynasty that included four straight Colored Basketball World Championships from 1919 through 1923.

[rebelrayne]

he's back......

what my husband thinks of the season six male islanders with little to no information

aka he based it on their profile in the game. under the cut because it's long.

jamal

black tony hawk. he looks like he's cooking up some drama. obviously hasn't learned to button up his shirt. i don't see how he would have had a threesome cause he doesn't even look like he could have a twosome. small bulge. he has glossy lips. i'm done with him, he's kind of boring.

lewie

his combover looks stupid. did he paint on his five o'clock shadow? semi-pro? what's that mean? he's a fucking weekend warrior? "golden retriever energy" aka he has bad hips. his body just looks gross. it's all elongated and shit... his ears don't match his fucking face. he's got chicken ass legs to be playing football (soccer). he probably cries when he has sex. who the fuck names their kid lewie? he's the kmart version of gary. he looks like he's poor. probably gets drunk off two white claws. his mouth fucking irritates me. it's like he has an asshole for a mouth. show me his picture again - ugh just look at how fucking ugly he is. his personality probably matches his looks.

also was told to attach this meme curtesy of my husband's mind:

ozzy

what the fuck does he tell his barber? like 'keep it long in the front but cut everything else i want no hair on any other parts of my body'. at least he's proportional (unlike lewie). seems like the kind of guy that would invite a girl over to hang out then breaks out a fucking bong. and then gets stoned off his ass. i've never seen that color nipple before. his jaw is the shape of a rhombus. his puppy dog eyes don't work on me. what kind of dancer is he (🤨)? because if he's an erotic dancer, he only works day shift because he's not good enough for night shift.

roberto

he actually looks kind of cool. i don't like the way he holds himself though. he looks like he could be a pirate - he looks like johnny depp. does he have to take his watch everywhere? like that citizen watch doesn't mean you have money, bro.

ryan

he looks like frodo baggins. "we have to save the shire!" probably has some hairy ass feet. he's literally trapped in the body of a 12-year-old and looks like he's 4'10". he's a singer? what's he sing? hobbit songs? where did he buy his shorts? the fucking youth section? (tries to zoom in, gets annoyed he can't). is definitely the one that is going to try to talk mc and amelia into having a threesome - then makes them compete for who's better.

[jeanniecrush]

LITG Lewie Moodboard ⚽

Lewie，24，Semi-Pro Football Captain

Faceclaim：Kevin Pabel

[alpha-mag-media]

England legend, 62, tipped for sensational return to semi-pro football with world’s second oldest club to ‘send him SOS’ | In Trend Today

England legend, 62, tipped for sensational return to semi-pro football with world’s second oldest club to ‘send him SOS’ Read Full Text or Full Article on MAG NEWS

[ur-mag]

England legend, 62, tipped for sensational return to semi-pro football with world’s second oldest club to ‘send him SOS’ | In Trend Today

England legend, 62, tipped for sensational return to semi-pro football with world’s second oldest club to ‘send him SOS’ Read Full Text or Full Article on MAG NEWS

[okkotsuus]

meddle about (ryusei s.) !

features: ryusei s.

contents: post bllk au. shidou is an ADULT. pro!shidou. reader lives in italy. alcohol (bar setting). bar fight (shidou is himself). nosebleed. strangers to lovers. kissing. implied sex. suggestive. angst if you squint. fluffy at the end. i love shidou. 2.8k words

tags: @17020

you met ryusei shidou in a bar after he scored a game winning goal for his football club. currently he was signed for some group in italy, near your town.

his entire team was out to celebrate, slinging back shots like they would die tomorrow.

you sat alone on a barstool, stirring some fruity drink a random person had bought you. you had no intention of leaving with them, though. they had been talking about themself for the last twenty minutes. the last thing that was said pertaining to you, was when they had asked what drink you would like.

“-and so i said: that’s crazy! i mean, the guy was just-”

their words slipped in one of your ears and went right out the other. you couldn’t even remember what they were talking about, nodding idly as you took a sip of the strawberry daiquiri in front of you.

in the blink of an eye, the person had finally stopped talking, now looking at you with a trace of anger. you already knew what was coming as you swallowed down the last of the drink, watching as they got their words together.

“i don’t think they’re interested, bud.” the voice that spoke behind you had a sort of menacing gravel to it, one that you had never heard before. you spun around to see a roman sculpture of a man, blond hair with pink tips and a smirk sharp enough to cut steel.

“and who the hell are you?!” the person who had been mindlessly blabbing to you for the past half-hour stood up. in a miserable attempt to size up the man behind you, who easily towered over them, his figure was enough to have you gulping.

this was someone you had never seen before. must be new to town. that’s when you recognized him, from the game that was playing earlier today in this same bar. shidou ryusei, a new transfer to the city’s soccer team, who had made quite the name for himself in just ninety minutes.

“heh, i should be the one asking that…” with that, the man jumped up and side-kicked the person directly in the center of their chest; sending them crashing back into a couple other bar stools.

his magenta eyes met yours right after his feet reconnected with the ground, cocky smirk still stretching widely across his face. while his eyes flicked over your being, as if studying you, the other person had gotten back up.

they charged him with vengeance, successfully landing a clean hit across his nose, before the footballer had knocked him back to the ground. but this time, he was pissed. he cracked his knuckles as he eerily approached the semi-unconscious form.

luckily for them, but unluckily for shidou, a bartender saw and had security escort the blond out. and for some reason, you were thrown out as well, the cold air nipping any exposed skin.

shidou stood next to you, blood dribbling from his right nostril, which he quickly swiped with the back of his hand: letting it smear across his face. his gaze trailed back over to you, crawling up your form, cheshire-like grin returning to his features.

“what’dya say you and i have some fun, sweet thing?” the rasp of his voice sent shivers different from the cold down your spine. it suddenly felt quite hot, despite the clear puffs of your breath seen in the air. his hand was outstretched, waiting for you to take it.

his eyes were so intense, as if they were glowing. the smeared blood on his face that he got sort-of for you did not help to fan the flames burning under your collar.

so, you took his hand.

just like that he pulled you flush against his form, his other hand reaching to smush your cheeks together: making your lips pout. his touches were searing against your skin, your eyes growing half lidded as he looked at you.

his lips were hovering above yours, breath fanning against your own. the clouds that your heavy breathing made mixed with his own. you inched forwards, bumping your nose against his. that was all he needed.

he surged forward, lips pressing against your in a way that had your back arching to bear the brunt of the impact. he dragged his lips against yours in a slow drawl, forcing you to grip onto his biceps to ground yourself. when his tongue swiped against your bottom lip, you opened to it with no thought. 

every slide of his lips and nip of his teeth sent you further and further into a haze, no longer yearning to breathe: for it means you would have to part from him.

but he parted first, chuckling as you chased him by leaning yourself forward. his hand let go of your cheeks, instead running down the side of your body. he leaned to whisper in your ear, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention.

“why don’ we go back to mine?”

when you woke up with a tanned and muscular arm wrapped around you, you knew you screwed up: big time. 

pro athletes meant publicity, publicity meant paparazzi, paparazzi meant there was no way someone didn’t see the two of you. the buzz you had last night was not nearly enough to give you the mercy of forgetting everything that had happened the night prior. from the kiss that swept you off your feet to everything after, you remembered it all.

you tried to slide out of his arm, to do the walk of shame in peace while he slept, but his grip simply tightened. a groan slipped between his swollen, parted lips. you couldn’t help the heat that crept up the back of your neck, screwing your eyes shut to try to stop the memories of a familiar sound from playing.

at the sound of shuffling, you looked back to see his eyes peek open, glazed with sleep. after blinking a couple of times, he realized he was awake.

“oh damn, that wasn’t jus’ a really good dream..?” his voice was even rougher than before, sleep doing god’s work and blessing your ears. you shyly nodded and began to get up, wanting to leave before awkwardness ensued. but, that toned arm just pulled you right back down; into his chest.

“where’re you goin’ sweetie?”

“home, don’ wanna make it awkward.” you avoided his gaze as you rustled around a bit to escape his grip, failing. he just chuckled against your shoulder, the scent of mahogany teakwood filling your senses.

“nah, don’t worry, lemme make ya breakfast.” with that he stood, pulling on a pair of sweatpants over his boxers. he slowly padded away, allowing you to slip your clothes back on before following.

when you left his room you were a bit surprised at the size of his apartment. the team must've paid a lot to have him: meaning he was pretty damn good at soccer.

you approached his kitchen, watching his back as he flipped a pancake in the pan. he was ripped, even when just doing something simple like holding a pan and spatula.

you leaned comfortably against his granite countertops while waiting for him to finish, sipping at the mug of coffee he had gestured to when you entered. his hair was even pretty badass when it was down, it seemed like his razor-sharp eyeliner was some sort of tattoo because it was still intact.

“done, here ya go.” he slid a plate and fork over to you, watching with anticipation as you bit into the fluffy cake. for how he looked, he wasn’t half bad at cooking.

“so-” both of you had spoke at the same time, immediately erupting into giggles at it. shidou cackles like a hyena, which oddly suited him.

you set down your plate, deciding to lead the conversation. “you play football, right? saw your match the other day, that was a sick goal.” his eyes practically lit up. he began to excitedly go on a tangent about soccer and his passion. but unlike the person at the bar last night, it did not peeve you in the slightest. rather, it was quite endearing.

“so, about last night.” there it was, the dreaded conversation. you already knew that he would never want to see you again. this was an incredible danger to his career, you had already accepted it.

“i’m sorry, you won’t ever have t’see me again.”

“we should keep in touch, it was great.”

again, you both spoke simultaneously. but this time there was an awkward silence attached to it. he stared at you with some form of shock in his eyes as you immediately felt so incredibly embarrassed.

“nah, wanna see you pretty damn often.”

you and shidou had a no-strings attached sort of relationship. you only messed around with him and vice versa, but you weren’t officially anything. to be fair, you had only met him just the other day, about a week ago. but he already had you feeling some type of way.

here you lay, in his bed, right before he has the biggest game of his career with this team. he was pumped full of adrenaline in anticipation, being a menace as usual.

you laid with your head resting on his chest, the erratic beating of his heart was what you assumed to be nervousness for the game tomorrow. so, you felt the need to try to alleviate his worries somehow.

“ryusei, you’re gonna do great tomorrow, i’ll be cheerin’ for ya.” his hold on you tightened as a breathy chuckle rasped from deep in his chest. his magenta eyes traced you, softer this time, like how they did when he had first met you.

his hand reached up to ruffle your hair, grin splitting his lips.

“thank ya, havin’ a sweet thing like you cheerin’ me on will make me win.” shidou had bought you vip tickets, right next to the green. he said that seeing you while he played would help keep him motivated. due to soccer’s less appropriate nature for him, he claimed that having you there would help intensify it for him: somehow allowing him to play better. you knew it was bullshit, but it was sweet enough, so what’s the harm?

“you better, or i’ll end up cryin’ about it.” his cackle had you smiling again, back to himself. he hugged you, burying his face into the crook for you neck. his breath fanned over your skin as you felt your cheeks begin to feel warmer and warmer.

somehow, along the way of this ‘no-strings attached’ relationship, you had fallen for ryusei shidou. and you had fallen deep. 

at the fear of possibly ruining what you had, you decided to keep quiet about it. ryusei shidou was like a wild animal, he had burst into your life. you worried that if you scared him off, he would crash right out of it too.

that fear was what kept your mouth shut as you whispered “goodnight,” desperately wishing to tag on an ‘i love you’ to the end of it.

so, you would be satisfied with what you could get, lest you end up losing it in pursuit of more.

“g’night sweet thing.”

the stands erupted in cheers as shidou got possession of the ball, roaring down the rest of the field to get to the penalty zone. you were out of your seat as you jumped while shouting. you knew he couldn’t hear you, but you couldn’t help the action.

“GO RYUSEI, YOU’VE GOT THIS!!”

one minute of additional time was given as he entered the penalty zone, the remaining defenders running to swamp him and the goalie readying to block anything. but shidou had that smirk on his face that said he could devour the world, and in your heart you knew he would make it in, no matter how illogical it may seem.

just like that, his leg snapped back and the ball shot into the top left corner of the net, threading the needle between three defenders and the goalie that had leapt for it. the entire stadium went silent as the crowd erupted in cheers.

the whistle rang out, signaling the end of the game. the score was 3-2, shidou winning the game for his team with the last goal.

as the players celebrated, you didn’t see shidou in that huddle, failing to notice him sprinting towards the stands, towards you.

suddenly, you were hauled over the border as he took you in his arms, spinning you around. he was yelling about how you were his lucky charm, but all you could do was stare at the glow in his eyes while he looked at you. he had this pure sense of awestruck admiration that so greatly contrasted his hardened exterior.

you felt yourself leaning forward, you lips pressing against his before you knew what you were doing. he didn’t even hesitate, despite the yells going around the stadium. neither of you cared. all you knew was love, all you knew was him, all he knew was you,

when you separated you again acted before thinking, heart moving before your ind could shut you down.

“shidou ryusei, i’m in love with you.”

“took ya long enough sweetie, loved ya since i set eyes on ya."

shidou knew when loved you when he saw you that night at the bar. him ‘rescuing’ you from the other person was really his selfish attempt at forcing you to notice him, combined with the jealousy of seeing someone else having your attention.

the kick he delivered was to try to impress you, and the punch he let hit him was to try to get you to care about him.

he kissed you because it was what he had wanted to do since he laid his eyes on you.

when you two had gotten with each other that first night, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to easily let go. which is why he quickly shut his eyes after admiring your sleeping form, pretending to sleep. and when you tried to shimmy out of his embrace, he played the sleeping card to keep you from disappearing into a fond memory.

he made you breakfast so he could keep you there longer, dreading parting. his heart broke a little when he found out you thought he would never want to see you again.

the night before the game, he was going to confess to you. but he was too nervous, his frantic heartbeat was actually from that, not the game. when you had whispered goodnight so sweetly he felt his heart swell.

maybe if you had just been awake for a second longer you would’ve heard him say “i love you,” after his goodnight. but he found peace that you didn’t hear, but shidou would never settle when there was something he desired. especially when what he desired was you.

he knew he had to win the game. the need just intensified when he saw you in the stands. so when you cheered for him, his performance increased, which was the real reason he wanted you there. 

ryusei shidou played the best soccer when he had something, or even better; someone, to play for. and your sweet cheers from the best seats in the house, the seats he bought you, had him on overdrive.

that last goal was a flex, he waited to pull one out at the last minute. hoping it would make his confession immediately after the game even more meaningful. making you more likely to say yes, at least he hoped.

but what shidou expected least was for you to beat him to it. much less for you to beat him to it by kissing him on international tv in a stadium full of thousands of people. but immediately after he took what you were giving him, because he had no qualms. 

it was like a two for one deal, he got to have you and broadcast it to the entire world. it gave him the same euphoric sense that he got when he scored a goal.

truth be told, despite his tough act, shidou ryusei is a softie. and he had been whipped for you since day one.

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