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GUYS THE WSL SEASON STARTS TOMORROW AND I STILL HAVENT FOUND ANY WHERE TO WATCH IT GUYS PLEASE HELP ME😭

WHERE IS EVERYONE WATCHING THE NEW SEASON IF YOU HAVENT GOT SKYSPORTS??

this is for both wsl and premier league😔

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[imnosuvu]

stop you’re work is *chefs kiss* 😫💕 litro whenever i feel horrible i read your fics and i feel sm better!

Oh my God that's so sweet and makes me so happy. I am glad that you like them so much. If you have a comfort character/plot/trope feel free to shot me a message for a request.🙈

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with commentary😓

WHERE IS EVERYONE WATCHING THE NEW SEASON IF YOU HAVENT GOT SKYSPORTS??

this is for both wsl and premier league😔

follow @imnosuvu for my main content, including my works!

[imnosuvu]

💞.

guys i beg send requests on my main @imnosuvu bc i’m so bored😓

follow @imnosuvu for my main content, including my works!

[imnosuvu]

awh this is so cute, tysm🥹💕

Cillian Murphy

Scream for Me by @elizamurphyforever

Thomas Shelby

His Hands by @cillslover

A Touch That Mends by @cillslover

Treat Me Like Them by @cillslover

Jealousy by @cillslover

Quick to Judge by @garrison-girl-08

With the Devil's Helping Hands by @imnosuvu

The Ring by @anotherblinder

Every Little Thing You Do (series) by @look-at-the-soul

The Perfect Girl (series) by @zablife

Love Grows Quietly (series) by @iheartsophie

What You Never Said by @iheartsophie

So Light Me in Flames by @vervainandspritz

A Day Without Smoke by @cillslover

All Grown Up by @letterslaced

Rainy Days by @iheartsophie

Those Glasses by @cillslover

Red Veil l Still Yours by @iheartsophie

The Barmaid by @kjmalfoy

The Kindness She Wears by @iheartsophie

Where the Quiet Lives by @iheartsophie

[imnosuvu]

𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓸𝓯𝓯, 𝓰𝓪𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪 — alexa, play gabriella by katseye on spotify

the rookie x fem!reader, tim bradford x fem!reader,

↳ 𝓽𝔂𝓹𝓮 — fluff/angst(ish?), one shot, gets a bit heated at the end,

↳ 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 — some other woman decides to get a bit to handsy with your boyfriend and you have had enough so you decide to put her in her place.

↳ 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 — lwk not specific.

↳ 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ❗️ — swearing, mentions of violence, kissing, a bit goofy fic, mentions of alcohol/alcohol consumption,

↳ 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 — i really wanted to get one of my tim bradford fics out today but this one was very rushed and i slightly got unmotivated so i don’t think this really makes much sense but i hope it’s not that bad😓 i might rewrite it and make it longer bc ik this is quite short? • also we air how goofy this one is….

↳ 𝓷𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷.

❝ 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘨𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘢,

𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢, 𝘨𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘢, ❞

the hall’s vibrating with music, many on the dance floor whilst others crowd around tables chatting with friends. an almost empty glass of alcohol decorates your hand whilst you stand beside tim, communicating with his co-workers whom you’ve grown close to and have considered them as family.

as you take the last sip of your alcohol, you realise that the bottle on the table is now empty. rising from your seat, placing the now empty glass down, you tell everyone that you’ll get another bottle, “i’m gonna go get another bottle, do you guys need anything?”

“no, i think we’re good,” lucy answers, as the others agree with her, unisons of yes’s and yeah’s erupt from the table,

“do you want me to come with you, baby?” tim asks as he looks up at you, his baby blue eyes glued to you as you grab your purse,

“no i’m fine, i won’t be long anyways,”

you then make your way over to the bar, ordering another bottle of alcohol.

waiting to receive it, you look over your shoulder to see another woman sat in your seat. not only sat, but trying to lean onto your boyfriend. anger began to bubble into you, who the fuck does she think she is. nyla lucy, bailey and angela try speaking to her, but the woman doesn’t listen and tries to get tim’s attention whilst wesley, james and nolan give each other awkward glances,

“y/n will kick off if she sees this,” wesley mutters to the other two,

your eyes stay glued to both tim, to see what he does, and the woman, who’s trying to flirt and touch him. tim sits awkwardly, trying to shove the woman away and tell her he’s already happily taken by you. tim’s good at anything, except when it comes to getting hit on. the man would freeze in his spot. you then catch a glimpse of her face and you recognise her, gabriella from work. you never liked her, considering how she always treated your co-workers

having enough, you pay for the bottle and make your way to the table.

placing the bottle down, you catch the woman’s attention and you give her a glare, raising your brows, “and what do you think you’re doing in my seat, next to my boyfriend? you can go back off of my fella”

angela leans back, holding back a grin whilst lucy silently hypes you up.

“oh hi, y/n!” she looks you up and down and speaks with pettiness, “oh well your seat was free and your boyfriend seemed bored, so i thought i’d give him some company,” gabriella then looks at tim, touching his hand, which to then he pulls away, “besides, i don’t think a man like him would want a woman like you.”

nyla’s brows raised in shock at the woman’s audacity to insult you.

“excuse me?” you scoff out, “you can get your hands off, gabriella,”

“you heard me, i don’t think he’d want a woman as appalling as you.”

your brows furrow in anger. the team were familiar with your short temper, so it was no surprise for you to lunge forward, aiming to yank her by her hair.

“oh you—”

“show her, y/n!”

“angela stop encouraging her”

as if on cue, tim recognised the fire in your eyes and immediately got up, not wanting you to commit a felony, along with the others, “woah, woah, baby, calm down” tim shoves past the stranger and pulls you away from her,

gabriella scoffs and nyla glares at her, “who do you think you are?”

clearly intimidated by nyla’s glare, she walks off, not daring to look back.

finally, you sit back down, pouring yourself another drink, leaning back into tim’s embrace.

“you know, i should get hit on more often just to see you like that,” tim mutters to you as you take a sip of your drink, “makes me need you,”

he looks down at you through hooded eyes and you smirk, pressing a long kiss onto his lips,

“ew get a room, you’re making me feel single!” lucy says and everyone chuckles,

breaking the kiss, you can’t help but tease, “how about we take this to our bed, hm?”

“oh i like the sound of that,” he whispers back,

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[imnosuvu]

stop this actually made me giggle bc i’ve got anger issues myself and loose my patience/temper really quickly to the point that my behaviour had to get monitored during my school years and yes i ended up also getting a sticker chart in primary😭

Temper

Arsenal Women x Teen!Reader

Summary: You have a short fuse

It's not that you were an aggressive person.

Off the pitch, you were sweet and kind and almost always huddled in a group with Vic and Lessi mucking about.

You just had a bit of a temper, especially when it came to football.

In all honesty, you blamed your dad. You had spent countless evenings sat next to him on the sofa as he screamed and yelled at the tv, watching matches. It seemed only right to emulate him.

Your fuse was short and you snapped easily on the pitch.

"Not even a yellow?!" You demanded, gesturing wildly from your spot on the ground," That was deliberate! She didn't even get the fucking ball!"

"Watch it!" The ref snapped back," Or I'll give you a yellow!"

If your ankle wasn't throbbing, you would have surged to your feet to argue you your case.

"It's not worth it," Steph muttered as she helped you up.

"Not worth it?" You scoffed," Not worth it?! Steph, that was clearly a yellow!" You don't know when you pivoted from arguing your case to shouting at Steph but the frustration bubbled over and soon Lia had to grab you by the hand and pull you away.

"Stop it!" She said sternly, not quite yelling but enough to know there would be consequences if you didn't. "Go back to position and play."

"It was worth a yellow!"

"Yes, maybe it was but it's done now and we need as many legs on the pitch as possible right now. Don't get another yellow."

You stormed off with a huff. You rivalled Katie in the amount of yellows you got (though most of them came from arguing back to the refs rather than aggressive play style) which was kind of impressive seeing as you only joined the team last year.

Mini McCabe had been your nickname for almost a year now and it was something you took in your stride. You are who you are and all that. You couldn't help it if you got a bit...forceful when you were arguing your point.

"What?" You demanded in the next match," You've got to be joking! I didn't do anything! Are you crazy?!"

Your second yellow card in the game was like being hit with a truck. The first hadn't even you being angry. You made a sloppy tackle trying to get the ball off Toone so you took the card even though Toone was clearly milking her 'injury' - though you made sure she knew what it meant when you actually aggressively tackled her. Thankfully, the ref hadn't quite seen that one.

But this yellow card came out of nowhere.

Lia and Caitlin were both sprawled out on the ground, having crashed into each other as two of the United girls squashed the pair between them. You couldn't quite see what had happened in the tangle of legs but you know it was some foul play and you made that known to the ref.

You weren't the only one though because Katie was yelling too.

"Do you need glasses?!" You had demanded," Are you competent at your job?! There's clearly yellow cards that need to be handed out."

"You're right," He had replied and finally you felt vindicated only for him to flash the yellow at Katie and then you.

It was Katie's first of the match but your second.

Her hand clamped around your arm quickly when it looked like you were about to get physically aggressive (you weren't but it did cross your mind to get all up in the ref's face).

"I didn't do anything!" You yelled anyway.

"Dissent," Was all he answered, indicating with his head to get off the pitch.

"Come on," Katie said although she looked equally as angry as you.

You stormed off down the tunnel, your feet slamming into the ground.

"I don't want to talk about it!" You snapped at Leah as soon as she appeared behind you.

"Too bad," She said and Kim (who had been benched today) also appeared," We're talking about it."

"I didn't do anything!" You yelled," Just because he's a fucking-"

"Hey!" Kim wasn't really one to raise her voice so you shrunk down into yourself when she did. "I understand you're frustrated but there's no need to insult him again."

"Frustrated? Frustrated?! I'm fucking fuming! That wasn't worth another yellow! Lia and Caitlin could have been seriously hurt!"

"You're sixteen," Leah replied," It's not your job to defend them."

"Well no one else was fucking doing it!" You clenched your hands into fists and you felt a bit like a cartoon, like smoke was about to come out of your ears. "Maybe if the rest of the team actually did something then I wouldn't have to-"

"Go and shower," Kim ordered," Take the time to cool off. We'll discuss this later."

When Kim didn't speak to you after the match ended, you thought you were home free.

It was only when she, Leah and Jen cornered you in the break room that you realised why it had taken so long.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" You said in disbelief," A sticker chart? What am I, a fucking child?"

"You're acting like one," Jen replied.

You glared at her, crossing your arms over your chest. "I'm not using that!"

"You don't have a choice," Kim said," For every match where you don't go off the rails, cause a fight or get a yellow card, you get a sticker."

"I don't need stickers," You said bluntly," I'm sixteen!"

"What you need," Leah said firmly," Is an attitude adjustment. You want to keep playing? Keep getting minutes on that pitch? You'll deal with your sticker chart."

You thought about arguing with them, about blowing up and yelling but you just knew that would get you treated with more kid's gloves than right now.

"Sticker charts get a reward at the end," You bit out, scrunching your hands up into firsts to keep from yelling," What do I get?"

Leah and Jen exchanged a look. It was clear that they hadn't thought that far ahead.

"Er..."

"What do you want?" Kim asked.

You shrugged. "Free food. As unhealthy and greasy as I want."

Kim looked physically in pain when she agreed with you, shaking your hand.

"Hey!" Jen said as you moved to leave," Take your chart with you!"

Katie thought it was hilarious, teasing you relentless when you came back to the locker room with your new chart but shut up pretty quickly when you muttered that they might put her on a sticker chart too if she wasn't careful.

Somehow, she ended up being your greatest ally in keeping your temper on the pitch. She was always there to redirect you away from the ref before yelling at them herself when you were safely standing by people like Steph or Viv who definitely wouldn't let you wander closer.

Your sticker chart filled pretty quickly when Leah and Jen threw their own hats into the ring and promised to buy you food too if you completed it.

You fell to the ground with a crash, swearing under your breath as you grabbed at your knee. It wasn't seriously injured (thank god) but it was a little scraped up.

You looked up to throw a glare at the back of Zelem's head as she waltzed off. It was clearly an unfair tackle. She slid in on you after you had kicked the ball up to Vic already.

"Hey," Lessi said as she jogged over," You okay?"

"No," You said, gritting your teeth," Did the ref at least see it?"

You knew your answer the moment Alessia hesitated to reply. You got to your feet and brushed off your knee. It bled a little but it was mostly just a graze.

You could see the ref talking to Zelem briefly before letting her go on her way. Your blood boiled and, with no Katie on the pitch to get on the ref about his bad call, you felt a rush of anger through your system.

You glanced around quickly, just to check who was paying attention to you before you moved towards the ref. Your hands clenched into fists and you anger bubbled in your throat.

You walked right past him on your way back to your position, letting out a deep, shuddering breath as you did so.

You refused to look over at the bench where Kim, Jen and Leah were sitting. You knew they were going to be wearing those god awful smug smirks that they always did when you ignored the anger stirring inside of you and turned away.

You sighed as you waited for the throw in, stretching out your legs and pulling your socks up to cover your knee.

You just needed to get through this match.

Just this match without a yellow card and your sticker chart would be complete and you would finally be able to drain Kim, Leah and Jen's bank accounts for all they were worth.

[imnosuvu]

no bc i randomly get some sort of brain blockage and i completely blank not knowing what to write😓

Ready to throw hands because after writing 4k+ words my brain has officially stopped working and the words aren’t wording anymore?!?!?

Respectfully I’m in tears

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𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 — series masterlist!

🎀 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓪𝓬𝓮 — teen!reader’s profile here!

more soon to come!

check my current drafts to see the upcoming fics!

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𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓪𝓬𝓮 — teen!reader’s profile.

woso x teen!fem!reader, lionesses x teen!fem!reader,

↳ 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ❗️ —

↳ 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 — woah all my woso fics are flooding out whilst my marvel, the rookie etc fics are js waiting to be acknowledged😓

↳ 𝓷𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷.

name. y/n l/n.

nickname(s). ‘miss ACE’, ‘england’s cub’, ‘arsenal's pup’,

age. 15/16.

nationality. british.

ethnicity. [r’s ethnicity if has one]

languages able to speak. english, spanish, [r’s ethnic language if has one].

academic year. year9/10.

teams playing for. england women's national football team (international debut at 15/16), arsenal wfc (awfc debut at 15/16).

clubs previously played for. [your local club — preferably a club that’s not well known in women’s football] (debuted at 15).

originally from a small town within the west midlands, y/n adapts a big passion within football, however, her family doesn’t agree with it, believing the game isn’t for girls like her, but instead for boys. living in a toxic household, it was always difficult to get her way.

it wasn’t until y/n’s pe teacher realised how skilful and passionate y/n was in sport — specifically football. she convinced her parents into getting her into her local football academy. due to her impeccable skills within the sport, y/n was able to make her debut from the U17s to the senior team of your local club at fifteen.

towards the end of her first season, she got a call-up from sarina wingman to become a lioness and have her first camp. she then makes her international debut at sixteen. after her first tournament within the lionesses, she receives many offers from big, well-known clubs — one being arsenal wfc, a club she has always looked up to at a young age. she then takes the offer and makes her awfc debut at sixteen.

comment to be added on the taglist of this series!

[imnosuvu]

𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓱 — drabble(ish)

lionesses x teen!fem!reader, woso x teen!fem!reader,

↳ 𝓽𝔂𝓹𝓮 — fluff (platonic)

↳ 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 — teen!reader loves to pull mischievous pranks on the lionesses — especially during camp.

↳ 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 — unspecified.

↳ 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ❗️ — swearing,

↳ 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 — guys send requests i beg, i’m so bored recently as i’m free most the time (check who i write for here, and my request guidelines here.)😓 • i’m currently in london but i’ll be going back to my ends🌚tmrw • also this is my first drabble sort of thing so i hope you like it💞we air how poor it is and possibly slightly inaccurate this is.

↳ 𝓷𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷.

“tooney shush!” you giggle out to the united player, recording yourselves on a camera,

“me? shush?” tooney replies, feigning her offence, “y/n, you're giggling the whole place down!”

both you and tooney tiptoe through the corridors of the hotel, giggling at each other like drunk idiots.

“we’re gonna lock leah in the bathroom,” tooney explains to the camera whilst you giggle, “but before anyone says anything, this was all y/n’s idea!”

“TOONEY!”

now you both sneak into leah’s room, and you hear faint singing in the bathroom and water coming out the sink’s tap,

“oh we should sign leah up for britains got talent,” you snigger, and tooney giggles at that.

“she’s coming out, hurry!”

now you both lock the door from the outside and then the door rattles,

“OI WHOS THERE?” the english captain yells from the other side and you can’t help it but laugh whilst tooney tries shutting you up so you don’t expose yourselves

unfortunate for you, leah clocks you from your laughing, “Y/N, OPEN THE DOOR!”

“shit she’s clocked you!”

“stop i’m cooked”

“Y/N WHOS WITH YOU?” leah yells from the bathroom, “IS IT BETH?”

tooney then bursts out laughing at the poor guess

leah then also clocks the united player, “TOONEY.”

“IT WAS Y/N’s IDEA” tooney exclaims

“OFCOURSE IT IS,” the captain sarcastically yells through the door, aware of your mischievous antics, “KID, IF YOU DONT OPEN THE DOOR, YOU’RE GROUNDED.”

not wanting to be grounded during camp, a period that you love so much, you immediately opened the door, just to be met with the annoyed english captain, the camera turning to her,

“hi leah..”

tonney bursts out laughing at your pour attempt of reasoning, and leah just shakes her head, “can’t believe you just pranked me by locking me in my bathroom—”

“wait how did you both get in…”

you and tooney both look at each other, stifling your giggles again and then leg it out of leah’s room,

“Y/N, TOONEY, YOU DIDN’T ANSWER MY QUESTION!”

[imnosuvu]

𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓼 — fics that are in the making!

001. 𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼,

• 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒 — thomas shelby x fem!wife!reader

𝓉𝓎𝓅𝑒 — smut, oneshot

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 — the wife of the birmingham's most feared gangster, rewards him for his hard work, and he gladly accepts it with open arms.

• 𝓉𝒶𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 — thomas shelby x fem!assassin!reader

𝓉𝓎𝓅𝑒 — smut, series

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 — an infamous female assassin has been paid an enormous amount of money by an italian to assassinate a fearful gangster, however, what once she thought would be simple, turned out to become a hectic mess once she realises she's fell head over heels for her target.

002. 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓲𝓮.

• 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁 — tim bradford x footballer/soccerplayer!fem!reader

𝓉𝓎𝓅𝑒 — fluff, oneshot

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 —

• 𝓌𝑒 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝑔𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹 — tim bradford x fem!shieldagent!reader,

this is marvel's S.H.I.E.L.D crossover, where reader is a highly qualified agent under shield. the avengers etc don't exist in this fic, however, characters like maria hill and nick fury do (ifygwm).

𝓉𝓎𝓅𝑒 — fluff, oneshot

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 —

• 𝒷𝓇𝒶𝒹𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒹’𝓈 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉 — tim bradford x fem!wife!uc!reader,

𝓉𝓎𝓅𝑒 — fluff, series

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 — a year ago today, tim bradford, a stoic, hard faced cop, has a wife that went missing on a dangerous undercover mission. The officer reunites with her wife that went MIA.

• 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 — tim bradford x fem!detective!reader,

𝓉𝓎𝓅𝑒 — fluff, series

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 — ghosting the LAPD and beyond due to an incident that effected you deeply, they track you down and get called back, however, now from an agent that dealt with UC work and severe issues, to a regular police officer.

003. 𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 (𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝔀𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷’𝓼 𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓯𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓶) —

• 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝒶𝒸𝑒 — lionesses x teen!fem!reader, awfc x teen!fem!reader,

𝓉𝓎𝓅𝑒 — fluff, platonic, series

↳ 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑒'𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎 — part one of the series, ‘miss ace’

→ 𝓉𝓎𝓅𝑒 — fluff, platonic,

→ 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 — teen!reader loves to pull mischievous pranks on the lionesses, especially during camp.

↳ 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝒶𝓁 — part ? of the series 'miss ACE'

→ 𝓉𝓎𝓅𝑒 — fluff, platonic,

→ 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 — during your first international debut, you score for your country, shocking the public with your ability, dispite your young age.

↳ 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝒶𝒸𝑒 — insta post ver.

↳ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝑜𝓉𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇 — headcannons

→ 𝓉𝓎𝓅𝑒 — fluff, platonic, club+country,

→ 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 — teen!reader hates ice baths, which is one of the most crucial parts of being a professional footballer, so in response of her kicking off, her team players force her in.

• 𝓈𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝓅 — lionesses x teen!reader,

→ 𝓉𝓎𝓅𝑒 — fluff, platonic, text imagine

→ 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 — during the night, you decide to sneak out of camp, promising yourself that you’d be back before sunrise but end up staying out later than planned. your phone starts blowing up with concerned athletes.

004. 𝓪𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝔀𝓯𝓬

• 𝒶𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓃𝒶𝓁’𝓈 𝓅𝓊𝓅 — arsenalwfc x teen!fem!reader,

𝓉𝓎𝓅𝑒 — fluff, platonic

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 —

• 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝒶𝒸𝑒 — lionesses x teen!fem!reader, awfc x teen!fem!reader,

↳ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝑜𝓉𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇 — headcannons

→ 𝓉𝓎𝓅𝑒 — fluff, platonic, club+country,

→ 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 — teen!reader hates ice baths, which is one of the most crucial parts of being a professional footballer, so in response of her kicking off, her team players force her in.

005. 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓿𝓮𝓵

• 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 — steve rogers x fem!shieldagent!avenger!reader,

𝓉𝓎𝓅𝑒 — fluff, oneshot

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 — seventy years later, the ww2 soldier opens his eyes, just to be met with beauty that sticks to his side throughout the battle of new york.

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𝓪 𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮 𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓻 — headcannons, where teen!reader gets tackled more than once to the ground, seemingly being targeted by many of the opposing players.

woso x teen!fem!reader, lionesses x teen!fem!reader

↳ 𝓽𝔂𝓹𝓮 — fluff (platonic)

↳ 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 — teen!reader gets tackled more than once to the ground, seemingly being targeted by many of the opposing players.

↳ 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 — unspecified.

↳ 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ❗️ — swearing, mentions of slight physical violence, t!r getting tackled to the ground numerous times,

↳ 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 — guys this is the first headcannons i’ve wrote so i hope they’re not bad, we air any mistakes! 😓 • this is also my first piece with teen!reader so i hope you enjoyy 💕

↳ 𝓷𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷.

→ it’s your second tournament within the lionesses — the FIFA world cup.

↳ your first was the european championship — and you absolutely outshone and shocked the public with your skills despite your young age. because of your astonishing performance, sarina put you in the line up for the FIFA world cup.

→ ever since you joined, everyone pretty much looked out for you bc they new how hard it can be to be a pro footballer — especially at such a young age.

↳ they defo made sure to keep you up on your school work cause they couldn’t afford you slacking — hannah and lucy defo took it upon themselves to help you with your spanish (which is probably why you’re pretty much fluent in the language).

→ it’s the third tournament in and you get subbed on in the first half, replacing LJ because she was previously lightly injured in the last match but now was feeling some pain in her ankle again.

↳ you were a common sub, often seen as ‘the lionesses’ game changer’

→ the first time when you got tackled you didn’t think much of it until it started repeating, getting more aggressive to the point you started getting slammed to the ground.

↳ it was leah who first noticed — she’s always kept an eye out for you, especially a lot more then she does with the others due to your young age, as she’s the captain.

↳ lucy then realised right after leah and so did the others.

↳ sarina also picked up on it when she saw how the opposing players started marking you more than the other lionesses.

→ one of the incidents was when hemp passed you the ball and you successfully obtained it and as you were about to dribble it, a player from the other team shoved you harshly from behind, causing you to get slammed to the floor, rolling onto your front. the pressure with the floor colliding onto your front caused a wave of pain jolt through you making you groan out. you ended up getting so pissed, clenching your jaw, staring daggers into her and ready to box the women’s face in.

↳ leah had enough of it and furiously went up to the player who shoved you, having a right go at her, lucy joined her whilst alessia and beth got you up asking if you were okay. beth was checking you like a protective mother until the medical staff came to make sure you were okay from that nasty fall.

↳ when the medical staff got up to make sure you were okay, sarina quickly stopped one of the staff before he/she was able to step onto the pitch, sarina asked her/him to ask if you would rather get subbed off or want to stay in the game — she knew you’d say you’d rather stay on because you’re fine (even if your not but you’re too stubborn to admit).

↳ the medical staff delivered sarina’s message and you looked over to the technical area just to see sarina look at you concerned. you shake your head towards her — in a way of saying ‘i want to stay on’ and then let the staff know your final choice whilst grace gave you a drink from the medical’s sack to drink from more like feeding it to you like a baby just to take the piss out of you.

↳ the medical staff came off after assessing you, saying your fit to continue playing and then informed sarina with your final opinion, but she still was debating whether to keep you in or take you out despite your opinion because she didn’t want anything worse to happen to you or anyone (she knows for well that once your temper snaps you’ll kick off at the opposing team and full on scrap them) as she picked up on how the opposing team started marking you and targeting you. she knew you well enough to know that you would have said you’d rather stay on (to which no surprise, you did).

↳ the ref barely does anything, to which greenwood has a go at and the player ends up getting a yellow card and you get a free kick.

→ you get tripped, but you try no to think much of it as you know if you make it a big deal, you could get disqualified from the whole tournament.

↳ the others were ready to have a go again, not liking the way you keep getting targeted, though every part of your body wanted to join them, you knew better and told them to not bother as it’s not worth it. they then stop for your sake, giving the person who tripped you up a stern look and return to the game.

↳ the english captain gets your attention by grabbing your arm, placing her hands on your shoulder looking at you, “do you want to get subbed off, bub? me and the others don’t want you getting hurt or end up hurting others knowing your temper.”

↳ leah knew for well that you were not willing to sub off but she still asked in case you changed your mind — which you didn’t.

→ it then happens again, even though you’re not even in possession of the ball. the other team gets a corner kick. as the ball gets kicked, you jump to head-butt it away, but then another player from the other team infront of you acts as if she’s also head-butting the ball but instead of doing it away from the goal, it’s towards the goal. however, she actually ends up banging her head into your forehead harshly. you then stumble backwards, holding your forehead, a light bruise forming. hannah was the nearest to you as you was close to the goal and she looks at the small bruise forming.

↳ as hannah was trying to see if you’re okay, your patience snapped and you pushed the chelsea goal keeper away, shoving past everyone in irritation. your brows furrowed in anger, jaw clenched in fury going towards the player who hit you and shoving her to the ground, having a go at her, “what the fuck is wrong with you, ey!?”

↳ beth was trying to stop you from hurting her any further. as the other player that was shoved on the floor by you was trying to get up, you were about to launch at her again, about to give her a right punch planning to break her nose, but before you could, strong arms pulled you away and stopped you from becoming physical. it was lucy. you didn’t even need to look, you knew it was her. “calm down, kid, i know you wanted to box her face in — and so do i — but we can’t have our best player disqualified, aye?”

↳ as lucy spoke to you, your eyes were glued onto the player who made your temper snap. the medical staff came again, to check your bruise and assess it. luckily it wasn’t brutal however they still treated it and applied a cold compress onto it. they also announced how sarina has decided that she’s going to sub you off for your safety regardless of your opinions. lucy lets you go as you walk off the pitch, all the players watching, aggie running on as she subs for you, giving you a quick hug as you both pass. leah pats your back, praising you, “you did well, bub,”

→ as you went to the technical area, the english manager went to you as to say down, she passed you a coat to protect yourself from the cold breeze, speaking to you, “you did well, kid, but next time i want you to come off if things go too far.”

↳ you put the coat on, thanking her and nodding at what she said. you sit next to niamh and ella, listening to ella’s stories with niamh whilst your hand is holding the ice pack in place.

[imnosuvu]

𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 — part three of a list to navigate my fics.

𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 (𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝔀𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷’𝓼 𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓯𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓶) — “back to back two times women european champions!”

🎀 𝓪 𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮 𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓻 — headcannon here!

↳ 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 — where teen!reader gets tackled more than once to the ground, seemingly being targeted by many of the opposing players.

↳ 𝓽𝔂𝓹𝓮 — fluff, platonic.

🎀 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓱 — drabble(ish) here!

↳ 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 — teen!reader loves to pull mischievous pranks on the lionesses - especially during camp.

↳ 𝓽𝔂𝓹𝓮 — fluff, platonic.

🎀 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓪𝓬𝓮 — universe here! (series masterlist)

𝓪𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝔀𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷'𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓬𝓵𝓾𝓫 — “north london forever!”

🎀 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓪𝓬𝓮 — universe here! (series masterlist)

𝓯𝓬 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓯𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷í — “camp nou starts chanting alexia the way they chant for messi”

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𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵’𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭 — requested here!

thomas shelby x fem!inexperienced!shy!wife!reader, peaky blinders x fem!inexperienced!shy!reader

↳ 𝓽𝔂𝓹𝓮 — smut mdni❕

↳ 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 — the feared brummie gangster melts under the gaze of his newly wedded wife, teaching her the art of love making.

↳ 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 — season two.

↳ 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ❗️ — age gap, pwp, swearing, p in v, unprotected sex (guys wrap up that 🍆 b4 it’s in that 🐱!)

↳ 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 — guys this was my first proper smut so we air how bad it is😓 • also i’m very sorry to whoever requested this as it took so long, i promise i’m not always this late in responding! • also not proofread so i’m sorry for any mistakes!

↳ 𝓷𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷.

the night of yours and tommy’s wedding, he carries you bridal style to your bedroom and places you ever so gently onto your shared bed.

you’ve always believed in after marriage as in your family, it was always frowned upon.

tommy never pushed you into sex — he knew how important it was to you to uphold your family’s tradition and never slept with anyone else just to prove his loyalty towards you. ever since he laid eyes on you, he’s waited for you.

“this okay, love?” tommy asks, as he makes sure you’re comfortable on the bed, “are y’ready?”

“more than ever, tommy,” you mutter as you press a small, innocent kiss onto his lips.

smirking against your lips, he deepens the kiss, his left hand traveling down your thigh, pulling it to his hip and using his right hand to angle your chin. his kisses travel down your neck, leaving marks. you let out a light gasp, feeling slightly embarrassed as this sort of thing is very new to you.

he smirks against your skin, knowing how embarrassed you feel, finding it cute. his hands go behind your dress, unzipping it and waisting no time to chuck it away, unbothered on where it lands.

you lay almost bare underneath him — only thing that’s stoping him from seeing your beauty is the red lingerie you hesitantly decided to wear for tonight.

his eyes roam down your body, the tent in his trousers tightening with every glance.

fuck you looked heavenly.

tommy leans back down, pressing kisses to your cleavage. “all mine, y’my wife, my property”

“all yours” you whisper, hands going into his hair, nails grazing the shaved bits.

he lifts back up, unbuttoning his waist coat and chucking it carelessly away like he did with your dress, followed by his white dress shirt revealing his toned and defined chest.

your hands travel down his body, admiring him. it’s not the first time you’ve seen him shirtless — he always sleeps without a shirt — but whenever you see him shirtless it always makes you feel an unusual sense of desire.

you lean forwards, kissing him again. as you make out, his fingers slyly travel down your back and unclasps your bra, revealing your beautiful tits to him causing him to groan. “fuck, so pretty, darlin’”

the tip of his thumb grazes your hardened nipple which causes a whine to come out your soft lips making tommy smirk, “yeah, you like that, baby?”

“tommy” you gasp out as he sucks on your right nipple, playing with your right. the unfamiliar yet welcoming feeling makes you want more of him.

he kisses around your nipple, worshiping your beauty, as if it’s the end of the world. he swaps nipples, now taking your left one in your mouth and rolling your left between his fingers, pinching them.

“oh, tommy,” you whisper, the foreign feeling taking over you as you crave more.

he begins to kiss down your body, making sure you’re comfortable and consenting.

“you okay?” he asks softly — the dangerous impatient gangster who gives no fuck on anyone’s feelings and gets what he wants even if he has to take a life, is replaced with a gentle, caring, patient-for-only-his-woman man.

“yes.” you innocently respond and tommy can’t help but melt at it.

his kisses begin to go down your torso, reaching the waist band of your panties. before he does anything, he looks up, silently asking for consent, which you shyly nod to.

his fingers slowly pull the thin fabric down your honey-soft legs and the cold air hits your pussy, the wetness shining from the light.

“look at you,” tommy growls out, “all wet f’me,”

his fingers collect your slick, the new feeling of his fingers sent a wave of lust through you,

he takes the fingers covered in your arousal and brings it towards his lips — sucking it clean off, moaning at your sweetness,

spreading your legs with his thick hands, he releases himself, his angry tip glistening with precum. your eyes widen at how big he is, feeling a bit nervous to take him, anxiety overtaking you.

tommy reads you like an open book and takes your hand, reassuring you, “it’s okay, m’love, if y’want me t’stop, i’ll stop, just say the word, yeah?”

“yeah,” you shyly reply, “but i want this,”

tommy smiles, leaning down again to press a soft kiss on your forehead. he then begins to position himself to your entrance. he slowly slides in and stays still, letting you adjust to his size. you let out a light wince of pain, the stretch causing a slow burn of pain in your lower abdomen.

“shh, baby it’s okay,” tommy whispers in your ear reassuringly, “it’ll go away.”

your hands go to his bare back, trying to blink away your tears. tommy then slowly pulls out, and then slowly pushes back in. you wince again, but less painfully as the pain slowly goes away and gets replaced with pleasure with every slow thrust. your winces slowly turn into shy gasps.

“tommy, can you…” shyly, you try to find your wording without making it seem awkward and embarrassing, “can you go faster?”

tommy chuckles in response at your shyness, “of course, baby,”

he then speeds up, thrusting in and groans at the tightness, “so tight, darling,”

you let out soft gasps, the welcoming pleasure overpowering you.

you then let out a moan which to then you cover your mouth with your hand in embarrassment.

“no darling, let me hear you, eh?” he groans out, taking your hand from your mouth

his pace quickens as he then brings his hand down to your pussy, playing with your clit. the feeling makes you dig your nails into his bare back, groans and moans with the sound of skin slapping occupy the room as sweat prickles on both your skins.

moaning his name out, you feel a weird sensation in your lower abdomen, like a tight knot forming which will soon explode.

“tommy.. tommy.. i feel—” you breathe out, but before you can register his comforting words, you feel yourself coming to your climax, the pleasure becoming overwhelming and you cry out his name, clenching around his dick making him moan out and arching your back as you feel a sort of release. tommy rises and watches as you milk his dick, groaning at the sight, a white ring forming at the base.

“fuck baby, you just came on me cock.”

your breathing quickens, resting your back onto the bed, you become sensitive. “tommy..”

“shhh baby, come on just a bit longer, eh?” tommy growls out, feeling himself about to release, “m’almost close,”

tommy’s pace quickens and then slams into you, burying his head into your neck, spilling his seed into you with a loud moan of your name.

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Hello! Love your work!! Could you possibly write a Thomas Shelby x a very shy, inexperienced reader? I kind of like the idea of them being freshly married and her not having of really learned totally about what sex was? So Thomas is being like a gentle dom, guiding her through it and stuff? With like cute pet names for reader like baby, bunny, kitty puppy, darling, just stuff like that? Sorry if this makes zero sense!! I write jumbly, also if possible could it be age gap, if not that perfectly fine and I understand!

hiya, i hope you’re okay💞

thankyouu and ofcourse i can write this💕 don’t be sorry at all i love this idea, and i get where you’re coming from. i hope this fic fits the idea you had in mind.

[imnosuvu]

𝓶𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 — the requests i’ve gotten and am working on/completed!

001. annon: Hello! Love your work!! Could you possibly write a Thomas Shelby x a very shy, inexperienced reader? I kind of like the idea of them being freshly married and her not having of really learned totally about what sex was? So Thomas is being like a gentle dom, guiding her through it and stuff? With like cute pet names for reader like baby, bunny, kitty puppy, darling, just stuff like that? Sorry if this makes zero sense!! I write jumbly, also if possible could it be age gap, if not that perfectly fine and I understand!

this req has been completed here.

thankyou!