#scotland national team imagines

[fletchysohot]

VI.

Oh how I miss her! (feat. Andy Robertson)

Lil cheeky request from @yellowkitkieran because sometimes we all need someone else hold down the fort and write about our fave people for us so we don't have to. Kieran at Scotland camp, missing his girlfriend so bad he decides to get a 2nd opinion from a teammate about how to woo a girl. Cute and sweet.

Hope you are all enjoying int break!

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Days on international break have become mundane and repetitive to say the least, the weather of somehow always cold and rainy Scotland making the days seem grimmer. Kieran used to yearn for international break, the chance to play for his country and wear the crest above his heart being his favourite time of year. But this time it's different. This time he had to leave you behind and travel back up north. His heart had almost broken and shattered when he had to get out of your comfortable and warm bed to say goodbye, painfully aware that you would be out of his reach for so long. He had however not expected missing you to be this hard and painstaking. He did not account for that worry that you have somehow forgotten him would cloud his mind once in a while, even though you texted at any chance. He had also not accounted for the fact that not being able to spoil you would somehow make him feel less worthy of your time.

The man has spent the last three hours pacing his room trying to figure out how to make you feel loved and appreciated. He knows you are not the type for grand gestures like hiring a skywriter or a limousine that would take you to Scotland, although the thought has crossed his mind. He also doesn't  want it to come off as a second thought like sending you a balloon that said I love you. It was too early for that and somehow also too late for that. 

Kieran has always insisted that his one true love is the beautiful game of football. Ever since he was a wee lad his life has revolved around the ball at his feet. No matter what was happening around the man, whether it be teenage breakups or moves across the country to follow his dream, to a place where he has no friends, football had been the one constant in his life. But now after you have come into his life everything has changed and been tossed upside down.

No matter how he tries to wrap his head around the issue and live up to his own expectations, somehow none of the ideas in his mind seem to measure up to what he thinks you deserve. 

—-

And so here he is, standing at the door bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet. He stretches the sweaty fingers from the fist they have been the whole way here, trying to calm down. The man tries to stretch his neck, to hopefully get rid of the cramp that has formed between his shoulder blades. He's never been stressed to talk to any of his teammates, let alone Andy. But somehow he is thrown back in time, back to being a child about to ask one of the older kids if he can join their football game after class. Kieran considers giving up and retreating to his room and spending another five hours trying to find a way to swoon you. 

But it's too late, because the door is swinging open and he is met by the warm brown eyes of his captain.

“Kieran!” the older man sounds excited, the surprise evident on his face. 

Kieran doesn't reply, suddenly a knot is stuck in his throat, all the colour drained from his face. 

“Are you okay?” Andy's eyes fill for worry and honestly it almost makes the Kieran cry. Andy's eyes have always given away every ounce of his emotion he's feeling and now seeing himself be the reason for those same usually gleeful eyes to be full of pain and sadness and worry makes him want to scream into a pillow.

“Yeah I'm okay.” Kieran almost doesn't recognize his voice from how strained it sounds. 

Andy doesn't reply.

“I-” Kieran stammers “I- Can I come in?”

“Yes, of course,” Andy replies instantly, stepping aside so Kieran can walk into the room. “You are not making my worry less however.”

“Now tell me, what's wrong?” Andy asks Kieran, who stands awkwardly in the middle of the room, feeling the burning gaze of his friend on him. “Kieran? Sit! You are stressing me out!”

“Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” The younger scrambles to plop down on the end of the bed. Andy sits down on one of the chairs in the corner of the room. 

An awkward silence falls between the pair, the only sound is Kieran awkwardly and rather desperately running his hands up and down his thighs in an attempt to dry his hands over his pants.

“Kieran!” Andy is the first to break the silence, his voice dripping with urgency.

“I shouldn't have come here,” the younger groans. 

“I'm worried about you and I won't let you leave. You look absolutely distraught, dripping with sweat and pale as a ghost…” Andy raies an eyebrow, “and that's coming from me!”

Kieran cracks a smile letting out a heavy breath. “I need advice” he finally let's out.

“Oh God if you need me to check a spot that may be a std-” Andy exclaims, rubbing his hand over his face. 

“Ew no! Is that something that happens?” Kieran looks at him startled. 

“Oh thank God! You would be surprised and slightly concerned if you knew how often.” A heavy sigh of relief tumbles out of Andy's chest.

  “Who?” Kieran cracks a half smile.

“Did you come here to gossip or?” Andy laughs lightly, an undertone of authority still evident beneath the playful exterior. 

“Okay okay.” Kieran rubs his temple in defeat.

“Well?” 

“Okay so…” Kieran begins and pauses.

“Okay so?” Andy repeats as if to encourage Kieran to talk.

“Okay so… I miss my girlfriend.” Kieran pauses waiting for Andy to laugh, but no sounds follow, instead Andy watches him with genuine kindness and almost love in his eyes. 

So Kieran continues, “Like, it's new and I know it's silly but she's so different from anyone before. Like usually I love being here, but right now there is nowhere else I'd rather be than on her couch watching one of her stupid shows and laughing about the people on the screen or walking around London trying to find the best kebab in the whole city or trail behind her as she explores every inch of the museum, observing her never ending curiosity to learn new things in real life. Fuck I'd even gladly sit shoulder to shoulder with her on the stuffy train, just cause she needs to try a specific doughnut flavour on the other end of the city just to find out they had a store around the corner from her apartment a few days later. As long as she's next to me. Like how the hell have I fallen this bad for someone in a few months…”

He looks at Andy through his lashes, a helpless look in his eyes.

“I get you,” Andy says without much thought. The earnest look in the older's eyes almost shocks the younger, but then Kieran realises that Andy and him may not be in such different situations. It's the way Andy looks beyond Kieran's shoulder, his gaze searching for someone or something. Kieran thinks about how he's seen Andy and his wife embrace whenever they have games, how the older looks at the woman and how she looks at him. Like they are each other's light in the dark, he thinks about how Andy always sneaks off away from the other lads to call home and wish her goodnight, to read bedtime stories. Kieran thinks back to how he's never seen his captain more happy than when his son runs into his arms at games. 

Andy might not have a hot, sexy girlfriend that makes his head spin and butterflies erupt in his stomach, but he has a family. He has a wife that loves him through all the highs and lows, someone he's withstood the trials of time with. Andy has something Kieran wishes he would have with you in a few years. 

“So what can I help you with?” The curiosity in Andy's voice brings Kieran out of his little daydream. The suddenness of reality makes his cheeks sting and burn. 

“I'm not sure she knows how important she is to me,” he croaks.

“Now that I doubt. I'm sure she knows how important to you she is.” Andy softens his voice, mistakenly thinking Kieran is here looking for comfort. The slight unintended pity makes Kieran want to crawl into the ground never to be seen again.

“No! It's not that!” the words fall from his mouth like a waterfall, harsh and messy. His hands grow sweaty and shame fills his eyes. This was a mistake.

Andy straightens up, clearly slightly taken aback by the younger's outburst. The older's face is contorted in concentration, searching for an answer without having to ask. He must have noticed the panic in the eyes of Kieran.

“I wanted to ask for advice on how to make her feel special… Like you have a wife, you know these things.” He scratches the back of his neck, each word making him internally cringe and retract.

“Oh?” At first it sounds like a hiccup but based on the expression on the other man's face Kieran deduces that it was Andy who was left surprised. 

“Do you think,” Kieran is suddenly overly aware of everything around the two of them, “you might have any advice?”

“I can try.” Andy laughs, the sound making Kieran feel more safe and relaxed instantly, “Does she like flowers?”

“Uh I think she does,” Kieran says unsure of himself.

“What's her favourite flower?” Andy asks, leaning forward, waiting for an answer.

Kieran doesn't reply at first. He closes his eyes replaying every moment of the two of you together, trying to remember you mentioning flowers or plants. With each passing second his heart beats faster, his skin becoming moist again and worry creeps up his spine inch by excruciating inch.

“I don't know." Kieran's voice sounds pained and small and full of shame. His eyes are now lined by tears. 

“It's okay,” Andy says softly. “It's still early in the relationship. Maybe you just forgot at the moment. How about we go off what flowers remind you of her?”

Kieran nods.

“How about roses?” Andy offers.

“She's not basic like a rose,” Kieran instantly retorts.

“Okay no roses.” Andy nods, mentally noting down the comment, “I'll know not to get you roses too.”

The comment makes Kieran ease up again, to relax back onto the bed.

“What about lilies?” Andy asks again.

“Too posh.”

“Daisies?” “Not special enough.”

“Irisis?”

“No…” Kieran feels frustration creep into his mind at coming off so difficult when it's just flowers. It would have been so much easier if he had just known what your favourite flower is.

“What about peonies? They are very beautiful and I think those are special.”

Kieran shakes his head, eyes filling with tears again and his lip quivering. There has to be a million types of flowers in the world and none of them seem to hit the mark. 

“Okay no peonies.” Andy nods “How about you tell me what she reminds you of? Maybe then we will know what flower to look for?”

“She's like the sun. She makes every day worth waking up to and she brightens my world. Until I met her everything seemed to just be chaos but now I feel like she's pulled me into her orbit and now we revolve around each other. Like it's not been so long since we started dating but all I think about is her and I know I sound crazy and whatever but something about her just pulls me in and I can't explain it.” Kieran's face lights up as he talks about you. 

“You really like this girl huh?” Andy's smile illuminates his eyes.  

“Yeah.” Kieran feels himself blush.

“You should get her sunflowers,” Andy says,  “they are pretty and special and have the name sun in them.”

Sunflowers! Sunflowers are perfect! You took Kieran on your first date to the art museum to see an exhibit about Vincent Van Gogh and you spent hours telling him about how much you loved his art, especially the painting of sunflowers. You were wearing a lingerie set with tiny embroidered sunflowers the first time the two of you were intimate. 

“I should send Rachel some peonies,” Andy wonders to no one in particular. “It's been ages since I sent her flowers just for fun.”

Kieran smiles at the older.

“You want some company at the flower store tomorrow?” Andy asks Kieran. “I'm sure they will let us sneak out for a few hours.”

“I'd love nothing more,” Kieran grins at his friend.

As Kieran and Andy stand at the door Kieran hugs him tightly.

“Thank you so much Andy ” his voice is muffled against his friend's shoulder.

“Any time,” Andy chuckles. “I'm here to help you on and off pitch after all.”

#football fanfic #football imagine #footballer x reader #footballer x you #premier league #arsenal fc #kieran tierney #scotland national team #scotland nt #Scottish nt #andy robertson #lfc

[masonsrem]

gonna miss kieran tierney tonight he should’ve been in the scotland squad :(

#scotland national team #scotland nt #scotland fc #scotland football team #kieran tierney #kieran tierney imagine

[hoe4sports]

Caroline Graham Hansen | Discovering a new side (18++)

A/N: This is a mature +18 imagine. Do not read if you are under 18, easily triggered or in an unsafe place. The Spanish is taken directly from google translate, so do not judge the Spanish. You get the point.

TRIGGER WARNING: Semi angry, strap on, light spanking, riding, domination, mommy. All the warnings basically.

(IMAGINE STARTS UNDER GIF)

The referee blew the whistle signaling for the match to be over. The fans broke out it screams of Joy, and the home team was jumping together in a circle screaming about their victory. My girlfriend had just played a game against low ranked Scotland, and lost tremendously leaving their chances of the next World Cup in the trash. We both played on the national team; but i was currently not playing as my acl was causing me pain. Caroline would always take it very personally when Norway lost, and it didn’t help that she hadn’t been scoring goals with Barcelona lately either.

As the match was over some of the girls fell to the ground,. Aurora Mikalsen, Norway goalkeeper kicked the goal and chucked the ball out of sight. Everyone was finding ways to release their dissatisfaction, disappointment and imagining the dreaded headlines. Caroline was different. She would go quiet until she had processed what was wrong, and usually within a few hours she would be okay.

“Baby, come here” I said as I walked towards her on the field. She walked straight into me, and wrapped her arms around me for comfort. I looked up at the tall winger and she looked like she was dissociating. Dissociating was always her escape in times like this.

We walked into the warderobe where some of the girls were sobbing while others were trying to be as fast as possible. Gemma Grainger was Norway’s newest coach after the last coach had mentally ruined multiple of our star players. Gemma was a good woman and she was handed a national team that was a mess. “Girls, listen. We are allowed to feel sad right now. It’s okay, we need to process. Tomorrow, we start fresh. Our ranking has climbed from 12th best to 7th best. That’s something to be proud of. I want all of you, playing or not, to remember that you are the reason as to why we have skyrocketed the rankings.” she finished as the spirit in the group slightly brightened up.

As we got to the hotel, Caroline was watching the game on her phone. In a closer inspection, she was watching her mistakes over and over. When she finished, she jumped to the next game, watching all of her mistakes again and again and again. “Baby” I mumbled as I leaned towards the disappointed woman sitting in the chair by the desk looking more like an analyst than a player. “Maybe it’s time to put the phone away?” I suggested as I kissed the back of her neck lightly. No response. “Caz, how about some food?” I suggested as I kissed her cheek. “Caroline, perha-“ I started as she cut me off by turning around. “No Y/N, I need to figure out why I am not working!! I need to find a solution to this problem or I will end up never playing again!” She screamed as her eyes moved over to the phone again. I sighted, Caroline wasn’t one to yell and I had probably only heard her yell 2-3 times within the time we had been together. Strangely enough, I always felt a burning sensation between my legs as she showed her more, let’s say dominant side. That side only came out when she was angry and would yell. I decided to push my luck, and tried again. “Baby.. Let’s try to decided what to-“ I started as I once again was cut off by her turning the chair around to face me. “I said no, I don’t want too. Stop being so fucking annoying before..” she screamed, but stopped as her eyes got glued back to the screen to see herself appear in the picture. I wanted to rest my luck. I wanted us to have rough sex. To have her be dominant. Assertive. In charge. But she would always be careful and sweet, and I loved that. But sometimes..

“Baby, take it out on me please..” I whispered in her ear as I let out a quiet moan. She didn’t respond, but I could sense that she was tensing up. “Baby, use me, please.. I can take it, I can make it feel better..” I continued as I could see her focus become less and less sharp. “Will you please take it out on me, baby? I’ll be a good girl for you.. ” I whispered seductively while letting my hands slip her shoulders and under her shirt to reach for her breasts. She broke contact as she turned around and looked up at me. It was almost like her eyes had shifted to something darker, like her lust was pouring out of her eyes. Her breathing was heavier and I could tell that she was looking at my breasts. She was definitely a booby girl rather than booty. Lucky for me, as my boobs were bigger than the standard football player’s chest. I could tell that she was considering letting go, and I needed to act quick.

“Amor, por favor desquitate conmigo. Usa mi cuerpo, puedo soportarlo. Por favor, úsame hasta que te sientas mejor.” (Love, please take it out on me. Use my body, i can take it. Pretty please, use me until you feel better. )

Her eyes sharpened as she dropped her phone. “Como quieras princesa” (as you wish princess) she said as her voice sounded lower than before. She stood up from the desk chair, and with one motion; she picked me up and forced my legs around her waist with her hands resting on my ass.

“Seré muy bueno contigo, lo prometo.”(I'll be so good for you, i promise.) I whispered in her ear as I scratched her back with my nails. She let out a small moan, and laid me with my back facing down on the bed. She crawled over me, so that she was practically on top of me. I sent her my “fuck me” look and she sweared under her breath as her hands started exploring my waistline. She leaned down and kissed me softly before a grabbed her hair in a makeshift ponytail and tugged on it forcing a moan out of her lips.

“No princesa, ahora estoy a cargo” (No princess, i'm in charge now.) she said as she looked down on me forcing me to let go of her hair. I nodded, and she went back in for another kiss leaning herself on her toned tanned arms. She touched my lips with her tongue forcing it inside to dominate mine. I moaned softly into her mouth as I couldn’t simply get enough. This was all I had dreamed about for the last year, and finally she let her dominating nature out. I could feel her hand loosing the strings on my pants.

All of a sudden, she flipped me around on my belly and yanked the pants off of me. I gasped as my wet thong came into contact with the cold air. On my back, I had her name as I was still wearing her jersey from the game. She was massaging my ass violently as she moaned. “Fuck baby, my jersey.” She moaned as she tugged on the jersey. “Yes baby, I made sure to let everyone know that I belong to you” I said as I could feel her hand stroking the back of the jersey where her name was located.

“Eso es correcto. Todos ustedes me pertenecen, baby” (That's correct. All of you belong to me.) she said in a low voice as she started kissing my neck from behind while pulling on my hair. “Are you gonna be good?” she asked as she grabbed one of my boobsfrom behind forcing me to moan. “Yes, I’m gonna be so good. So good.” I obeyed as she pulled my hair tighter. “Let’s test just how good you are then, princesa.” she growled as she let go of my hair and body to stand up. She pulled me up from the bed and carried me to the desk, laying me with my ass over the desk.

Suddenly, her hand made contact with my ass. That itself was enough to send me over the edge. I moaned out loud as she grabbed my ass pulling it upwards towards her. “Be a good girl for me, and stay still.” She growled in my ear as she had me pulled back by my hair. Fuck, this was really going as I had hoped. I loved this new side of her leaving me wanting to obey everything she would request me to do.

I stayed still trying to move my hips in the hopes my red lacy thong would relieve me of some pressure. Caroline was rumbling around the room and I wanted so bad to turn around to see what she was doing, but I wanted to be good for her. I had imagined this the day I purchased a double sided strap on. The one for the giver was shorter and upwards, while the one for the receiver was longer and wider. Let’s just agree that I had a clear vision in mind when I purchased it a few months back.

I was standing bent over the desk as I could feel Caroline coming back for me. She smacked my ass again, and I moaned louder than ever before. “Oh, fuck baby, I need you” I whimpered in hopes of her long fingers making their appearance. Instead, I was surprised by the strap on I had purchased going full force inside my pussy from behind instantly hitting the sweet spot. “AH, fuck baby, yes please” I screamed out in pleasure as I held on to the desk. No time to adjust. I knew from the treatment on my ass that I was already close. “Fuck babygirl, you are taking it so well.” Caroline moaned out as stopped without any warning. She lifted one of my legs up on the chairs next to the desk. “My perfect girl, wearing red lacy underwear underneath my jersey for a whole day without letting me know” she whispered in my ear sending chills down my spine. Her hand was barely touching my folds through my panties making me desperate for her.

As I was about to whine, she went in with the strap at full force going even deeper than before. Her hips thrusting harder and deeper with every trust. I could feel the tension growing in my abdomen, and I instantly knew what was about to come. “Caz, I’m so close, I’m gonna cu-“ I started as I was cut of by my own orgasm making an entrance. She pulled out immediately.

“Te dije que te corrieras princesa o eras una chica mala?” (Did i tell you to cum princess, or were you a bad girl?) she growled as she turned me around and looked straight into my eyes. I couldn’t help myself but look at her soaked pussy with the double strap. “yo era una chica mala” (I was a bad girl) I replied with attitude forcing her eyes to widen as she let out a quiet moan.

She picked me up again, and practically threw me on the bed. She ripped off my tiny panties and I moaned as I could feel the cold air make contact with my throbbing pussy. As I was enjoying the cold sensation with my eyes closed, I hadn’t discovered that Caroline had positioned herself with her head between my legs. My eyes opened up as she entered my sensitive pussy with her tongue licking my folds and nibbling on my clit. “Ah, Caroline, more please” I moaned as I gripped the sheets while she continued exploring my insides. Her tongue started throbbing in and out of my walls. “AH, more daddy, more!” I screamed out in pleasure as she continued not realising what I had just said. She responded with her thumb rubbing my clit while her soft tongue pushed in and out of me. “Ah, baby, I’m gonna have to cum” I moaned as I arched my back. “Beg babygirl” she responded as I noticed that I was barely able to talk. “I can’t hear you” she repeated, and I moaned again. “Please, I need to cum. I have to cum, please let me cum in your mouth daddy.” I cried out as I grabbed her hair and tugged on it. “Do it for me baby” and with that I came hard, I squirted on her face and buckled my hips upwards. She grabbed my hips, and forced them down again as she glared at me. “MINE” she growled as she started licking up all my squirt.

When she had gotten every last drop, she laid down besides me and propped me on top of her. This was new. She looked into my eyes and brushed my hair behind my ear. “¿Cuánto puedes tomar antes de venir princesa?” (How much can you take before you cum princess) she whispered as I swallowed. “As much as you need me too.” I said as she kissed my head and dragged me out of bed. She put me on my knees as she stood with her strap levelled with my mouth. I looked up at her with the most seductive look that I could, and with that she took the strap and held it infront of my lips.

“Chupa la polla de daddy ahora, princesa. Muéstrame lo desesperada que estás por mí.” (Suck daddy’s cock now, princess. Show me how desperate you are for me.) She growled as she touched my lips with the tip of her cock. I didn’t even realise that I had called her daddy, I just obeyed. I opened my mouth and she put it in, gagging me as she held my hair and pounded it in my mouth. I sucked her off as she was eyeing me as I was gagging.

“Fuck baby, I’m so close” she stunned as she threw her head backwards. And I stopped. Her head flashed towards me and her eyes was even more lustful. “You need to be punished.” she moaned as she pulled me up on my feet by pulling my hair. She then picked me up as she sat herself on the bed and laid back. Leaving me sitting on top of her.

She grabbed the cock forcing her to moan as the giver cock moved with the receiver part. She rubbed the cock along my folds before inserting it. “Ride me, babygirl. Show me how it’s done. Let me cum first.” and I? I obeyed as I started bouncing on her cock giving friction to the part inside of her. She moaned loudly as her breathing was becoming heavier. I picked up the pace, and my boobs were now bouncing ruthlessly. She looked at me, and forced me to lay forwards so she could reach my boobs with her mouth while still riding her. She put my nipple in her mouth and used her other hand to massage the other boob.

I could see her starting to shiver meaning that she was close as I kept riding getting closer and closer to my own edge. “Ah, baby, yes, yes, don’t stop, be a good girl now, let daddy cum” she stunned as I continued. Her cries were stopped by herself moaning so loud that I was worried that the neighbours was gonna hear her. “Ah, fuck, yes!” I looked at her “I’m gonna cum, baby”. I said as I felt my insides tensing up again. “No, I’m gonna cum first. Keep going, baby.” She commanded and I swore I was about to have my eyes roll back into my head.

I was slowing the pace down as I was so close and so sensitive, but Caroline was in charge and she started bouncing her hips picking the pace up. “Oh my god!” I yelled as she thrusted deeper and deeper with ever move. She was working her hips in ways I had never imagined. “Say my name babygirl.” She commanded. “Ah, yes, yes , Caroline please, please let me come!” I screamed loudly as she moaned. “No” she growled, “the other name.” And then it clicked for me. “Yes, daddy, yes please let me cum!!” I screamed as she was shaking, trying to hold herself back from coming. “Please,” I screamed “only you can make me cum like this! Fuck, Caroline!” I screamed on the top of my lungs as I was a second away from cuming. “Cum for me princess” Caroline growled as i came all over her cock in sync with her orgasm. She slowly stopped thrusting by going slower and slower with every move until our synched orgasms were over. We passed out next to each other, and I couldn’t believe what had just happened.

I turned to face her, and noticed that she looked a little bit taken back by her newly discovered side. We were both pretty out of breath as we laid next to each other. We had talked about boundaries one time when she was drunk, and agreed on a colour system if we ever needed one. She was laying on her back, staring upwards. “Color?” I suggested. “Orange” she motioned back. I jumped up immediately, and helped her unbuckle. Orange was different to us then to others. We had traffic light systems for during and after sex. Green was no aftercare needed, Orange was that aftercare was highly wanted and red was that aftercare was pretty much required. I kissed her forehead, and rushed to the bathroom as I turned on the water to the bathtub. I grabbed a cold water from the fridge and dragged her along with me to the bathroom. She sat down first in the tub, and I sat down behind her guiding her to drink from the waterbottle. She relaxed in my arms as I kissed her head. I kept repeating how much I loved her, how beautiful she was and that she was safe. After a few mins of cuddles, she got back to herself. “Hi baby” I said as I smiled while she looked up on me. She smiled back. “Thank you baby.” She muttered and I hugged her tight. We sat in the tub for a while until she was ready to go to bed. As we turned around to walk to the bedroom, she tossed her jersey at me. “I like you better with my name” she said as she smiled knowing that one day, I was gonna have her lastname.

#caroline graham hansen #woso imagine #smut

[pitchsidestories]

Girlfriend Material II Jen Beattie x Reader

masterlist I word count: 3223

summary: in which Jen Beattie falls in love with a sports journalist who is also a single mother.

A/N: based off this request here. We hope you enjoy this one and we agree with you that Jen Beattie is really underrated. As always this is just fiction.

audio transcript of the interview with Jen Beattie for the bookproject

Jen: sips on her coffee So, how did you..?

Reader: laughs amused do I have to remind you Jen Beattie that I'm the person here asking the questions and it's about the Scottish Women’s national team?

Jen: I thought we weren’t starting yet!

Reader: You said you got your coffee in front of you and that we can start recording that conversation.

Jen: I didn’t know you meant immediately.

Reader: So now you know.

Jen: okay, sorry. I’ll let you talk now.

Reader: Thank you can see jen lifting her finger Yes?

Jen: No, sorry. I forgot I’m not allowed to ask questions.

Reader: Maybe you can ask a few so it feels more like a natural conversation? Maybe that works better for you too.

Jen: Okay, fine with me. How did you get the idea to write this?

Reader: Easy your team’s story is very intriguing and inspiring. I really wanted to cover more than a story, and, in a book, you get the chance to tell multiple of stories.

Jen: I like that. But I always think, we’re just Scotland, you know? There are more interesting teams to write about.

Reader: Yes, I get that but it might sound like a stupid reason, but I grew up in Edinburgh, so Scotland is very dear to my heart, also everyone loves the underdog.

Jen: I like that.

Reader: So, what I’m trying to say with this is you can trust me.

Jen: I do. Why would I not trust you with this topic?

Reader: Good point

Jen: See.

Reader: going back to our topic, when and how did you feel when you were getting your first call up for Scotland?

Jen: chuckles Oh that was a long time ago but as a football player you always dream of that call so as you can imagine I was very excited.

Reader: Do you remember that exact moment?

Jen: Yes, I do. I still played for Glasgow, and I almost missed the call because I started at the phone for too long.

Reader: You did?

Jen: Yes, I’m not sure what would have happened if I missed it.

Reader: I guess they would have tried it again.

Jen: Who knows, right?

Reader: I think it was meant to be.

Jen: It probably was. I’m glad I took the call though. It changed a lot for me.

Reader: This must have been a big step forward in your career.

Jen: It is. I don’t know if Arsenal would have wanted me if it hadn’t been for that call.

Reader: but Arsenal did want you. Lily entering the room Oh sorry this is my daughter Lily.

Jen: She’s adorable. Hi Lily.

Lily: Hello, are you mum’s new friend?

Reader: Actually, I’m interviewing Jen for my book.

Jen: But it’s almost something like that.

Reader: True. Can you give me five more minutes, Lil? And when we’ll go to the park to play football like I promised you earlier.

Lily: Okay.

Reader: Thanks love. Sorry, so where were we Jen?

Jen: Uhm.. oh, Arsenal.

Reader: Yes, right, you got the chance to play there.

Jen: I did. Together with my Scotland teammate.

Reader: So, you must have been very young when you made your move to London?

Jen: I was 18.

Reader: Right.

Jen: Kim was 18 too when she moved to London the year before, so I was glad to have her there too.

Reader: That’s really sweet.

Jen: We both were the youngest and now we’re the grandmas.

Reader: protests You’re not grandmas !

Jen: No but we like to joke about it.

Reader: I can see that.

Jen: With all the youngsters here.

Lily: wears a Scotland jersey Mum, I’m ready !

Reader: Shit, the five minutes are over.

Jen: You probably shouldn’t let her wait.

Reader: Sorry, that’s so unprofessional.

Jen: No worries. I understand that.

Reader: Thank you.

Jen: Have fun.

Lily: Do you want to play with us?

Jen: I would love to, but I have training. Another time, I promise.

Lily: Oh okay.

Jen: Lily?

Lily: Yes?

Jen: I mean it.

Lily: I trust you.

Jen: I’ll see you soon.

Reader: Goodbye, Jen. Thank you for taking your time.

Jen: Thank you for inviting me. And don’t forget to call me, so Lily and I can play some football.

Reader: I’ll call you. Promise.

Lily: whispers Mum, she likes you.

Reader: I think she likes you more.

Lily: But she likes you too!

Reader: Do you think so?

Lily: Yes!

Reader: When it must be true.

Lily: Its true.

The London Derby was about to start. The crowd at the Emirates was roaring with excitement. Amazed, you took in the atmosphere from the side of the pitch alongside some of the other jounalists.

Across the grass, you caught Jen’s gaze who was standing next to the tunnel in a big puffer jacket. She subtly waved at you which you answered with a small smile.

Kim Little appeared next to Jen, telling her something with a stern face. You knew the game was about to start so you turned back to your work.

“Has anyone seen Lily? Jen, you were supposed to look after the daughter of your girlfriend. “, Kim scolded Jen on the other side of the pitch. Reluctantly, Jen turned away from you and towards her teammate; “You said you would babysit.“ “After the match! I’m in the starting line up, remember?“, Kim replied, more amused than annoyed.

Laughing, Jen rolled her eyes; “Ugh, show-off.“ Her smaller team mate gave her playfully offended look; “Hey, you’re still talking to your captain here.“ “Yeh, sure. I’ll go find Lily.“, Jen answered with a grin and brushed past Kim into the dressing rooms. “Good!“, the Arsenal captain called after her.

Jen opened the door of the dressing room where the Arsenal players were just getting ready for the important game against Chelsea; “Lil?“ “Here!“, the voice of a child piped up. The little girl waved with one hand from her place between Alessia Russo and Kyra Cooney-Cross. In the other hand, she held a crumbly granola bar. Jen walked towards her, a big grin on her face; “What are you doing here? Having a snack?“

“Yes, Lessie gave me something. And Wally promised to do my hair.“, Lily nodded with pure joy. Jen ruffled her hair; “Lucky girl.“ “Comes from the one who only ever wears a bun on match days.“, Lia laughed while she pushed past Jen and took Kyras place.

Carefully, she started brushing Lilys hair. “It’s the least complicated and most effective hairstyle.“, the Scot defended herself with a shrug. Kim rolled her eyes; “And it makes you even taller than you are.“

With raised eyebrows, Jen made a point to look down at her captain; “How can you even tell that from down there?“ “Rude.“, she replied before turning towards the toddler whose hair was now in a high ponytail, “Lil?“ “Yes?“ “Tell her to stop making fun of small girls.“

Lily nodded determinedly, causing Lia to start over with braiding her little ponytail; “I’ll.“ “We’re done.“, Lia smiled a minute later, satisfied with her finished work. Lily happily jumped up on the bench, standing on her toes to eye her new hairstyle in a mirror. Laughing, Jen picked her up; “Good. Because these girls have to go out and play and important game now.“

“Good luck!”, Lily hummed. Gratefully Lia patted the shoulder of the little girl:” Thank you, Lily.” “Can you give me a hug as an extra motivation?”, Alessia asked her with a big smirk on her face. Enthusiastically Lily nodded, opening her arms up to hug the tall forward:  “Of course.” That sight alone melted Jen’s heart in the blink of an eye.

In her bossy tone which was such a contrast to her relatively smallness Kim clapped motivated into her hands:” Alright girls, time to get out there.” While the playing footballers went on to the field Jen and the toddler took their seats on the bench.

Big eyed Lily pulled on the defender’s jacket: ”Jen?” “Yes?”, attentively the Scottish player put her little hand into hers. Deeply amazed Lily whispered: “This is huge.”  “I know, right?”, Jen solemnly agreed. Not long into the game Beth Mead scored the first goal which made Lily jump from her seat shouting happily:” Yes, Meado!”

“Good job, Beth! She’ll be so happy about that girl.”, the defender commented with a satisfied smile. A bit less enthusiastic the girl added:” Mum told me she had a bad injury.”  “Yes, she didn’t play football for almost one year.”, the Scottish Woman replied seriously.

Quite taken by that she mumbled: “ That’s forever.” “And her girlfriend Viv had the same injury.”, Jen explained the past situation to her.  Moved by those words Lily observed: “That’s not fair.” “No but it happens in football.”, the defender reminded her.

The mood was lightened when the little girl was catching where the older woman’s eyes were wandering:” Jen, you keep staring at mum!” Caught of guard the Arsenal player’s cheek turned red:” I’m not I was just looking if she’s looking.” “Sure.”, Lily giggled.

After the match she ran to Alessia, telling her visibly very animated:” Lessi, your goals were soo cool!” “Thank you, Lily! You were our lucky charm today.”, the forward declared beaming.

After the live recording ended you greeted Jen with a huge grin, while she was wrapping her strong arms around you::” Hi love, did Lil behave?” “You know her of course she did. She’s too focused on the game in front of her.”, the Scottish woman answered cheerfully.

Glad about that news you changed the topic easily: “Good. Remind me, where are you taking me out tonight, again?” “You’ll see when we’re there.”, Jen smiled mysteriously. Excited about what the evening would contain you said: “I’ll be right back I’ll be just saying goodbye to Lily and tell her that it might get a bit later tonight, so she doesn’t need to try to stay awake until we’re back.” “Alright.”, with that word the Arsenal player let go of you for now.

A few minutes prior Kim wanted to know from the toddler:” Have you decided whose jersey you want, Lily?” “Can I have yours?”, she asked innocently. The captain was surprised by that wish:” Mine?” “Yes, please.”, Lily nodded quickly.

Flustered the older woman gave the little girl her jersey:” Oh, sure. Here you go.” “Thank you.”, the toddler gratefully pressed the shirt onto her.  Trying not to show how touched she was Kim waved it off:” You’re welcome.”

Lily was already wearing the oversized jersey when you entered the dressing room. Your daughter happily ran into your arms. You wrapped her into a tight hug while you told her; “Hi Lily, I just wanted to say goodbye for now and that Jen and I’ll be back tonight. But I’m sure you’ll have a lot of fun with Kimmy.“

You shared a quick smile with Arsenals team captain. “Okay, have fun, Mum.“, Lily replied, obviously already distracted by what was happening around her in the dressing room. You pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before saying goodbye; “Love you, Lily.“ You could feel your daughters eyes on you while you caught up Jen outside.

Kim realized that Lily was confused by the situation so she kneeled down in front of the toddler; “Tell me, Lily, what do you want to eat now?“ “Can we eat pizza?“, the little girl asked with big eyes.

While Kim nodded, Leah Williamson joined the conversation; “Can we join the pizza party?“ “Please?“, Laura Wienroither added, her facial expression almost identical to Lilys. Kim nodded with a sigh before turning back the toddler; “Sure. How about we make our own pizzas, Lily?“ “Yes!“ “Alright, let’s go.“, the captain decided and got up to grab her bag. She took Lilys hand in hers while Leah and Laura followed them.

At Kims home, they immediately got to work, making small individual pizzas. “I’m jealous. Yours and Kims pizza looks so good.“, Leah complained, eyeing the ham and mozzarella pizza that Kim just took out of the oven. “It’s because Lily and I are a good team.“, she replied, holding up her hand for Lily to high-five. “True.“, the little girl agreed.

Laura laughed; “Not bad, Little team.“ “Thanks.“, Kim said, only partly annoyed by the pun. Excitedly, Leah took her pizza out of the oven next; “Time to eat our pizzas.“ But there was a loud bang that told everyone in the room that Leahs pizza did not even make it to the table. “Oh no.“ “Leah!“, Lily yelled, amused by the mess the tomato sauce and hot cheese made on the tile floor. “Yeah, I know, very funny.“, the defender sighed.

Kim immediately turned back to the kitchen table; “It’s okay, we can make a new one.“ “Lee, you can have a bit of mine.“, Lily offered, gently pushing a piece of pizza towards the defender. Gratefully, Leah picked it up and took a bite; “Thank you, Lily, you’re very sweet.“ “You don’t need to tell her that, she knows.“, Kim grinned while making more pizza. “Still. She shared her pizza with me!“

Finally, the captain admitted; “Yes, okay, it’s cute.“ “See, that’s adorable.“, Leah said. Laura disrupted their conversation, pointing towards the toddler; “Oh my god, girls. She fell asleep with her head next to her plate.“

A soft smile appeared on Kims lips as she watched the child sleep, a piece of pizza still in her tiny hand; “I think it was a long day for her. Winning against Chelsea is exhausting.“ “Very true.“, Leah agreed with a laugh. Carefully, Kim picked the girl up; “I’ll bring her to bed.“ “Good night, Lil.“, Laura whispered. Lily blinked tiredly and yawned against Kims shoulder; “Nighty.“

Meanwhile, you looked at your surroundings being in awe of the restaurant your girlfriend chose:” Jen, this is so fancy here.” “I told you; I’d take you somewhere nice.”, the Arsenal player replied with a warm smile.  Proudly she kept holding your hand until you reached your table and took a seat each. “Yes, you weren’t lying about you.”, you had to admit delighted.

In an honest tone she stated: “As much as I love Lily, you also deserve to be treated to something nice.” “She loves you too, in her kindergarten she refers to you as her mum.”, you confessed, cheeks flushing. Surprised but flattered Jen asked:” She does?” “Yes.”, you nodded cautiously, unsure if this information was too much for your girlfriend.  

The defender let out a shaky breath: “Wow.” “Sorry, if that was too much.”, you stammered an apology. Immediately she reassured you:” No, I like that.” “Anything you would recommend from the menu?”, you tried to lighten up the mood, but the football player was taking your hand meaning you to pause for a second.

Softly the Scottish woman said:” Love..”  “Yes?”, you looked up to her, your free hand was nervously putting a loose string of your hair behind your ear. A deep sigh escaped Jen’s lips, before she confessed: “I want to be honest with you. I never wanted to be a mum; it just wasn’t one of my life goals like it is for other women. But I’d love nothing more than being Lily’s mum.”  

“You’re already a great one.”, you confirmed visibly moved by her words. Equally touched Jen answered: “Thanks. That means a lot.” Because words couldn’t encompass how much her confession meant to you, you kissed her, hoping the kiss could encompass everything you felt in that moment. “I love you.”, the Arsenal player whispered. “I love you too.”  Her voice was filled with gratitude:” I’m so glad you were writing that book.” “It’s coming out soon.”, you announced happily.

Hopefully Jen wanted to know: “Can I read it first?” “Of course, I’ll leave you a copy on your nightstand.”, you promised her excited. A bright grin was on your girlfriend’s face: “Thank you. I can’t wait to read it.”  “I hope you and the team will like it.”, you bit your lip.  “I’m sure we will.” From that on you two had a very pleasant date night.

After the dinner you gratefully greeted Kim in her home:” Hi Kim, thanks for watching after Lily.”  “You’re welcome. She was really tired and already fell asleep at dinner.”, the Arsenal Captain told you. Understandingly you nodded:” To be fair it was a long, exciting day for her.” “That’s true. I hope you had a good date night.”, Kim smiled at you both. Beaming Jen replied:“ We did.” “That’s good.”, the midfielder seemed pleased by the happy faces in front of her.

“Mums?“, Lilys voice interrupted your small talk. The little girl stumbled into your direction, her eyes were barely open. “Yes?“, Jen answered. “You’re back.“, your daughter yawned. You crouched down, your arms outstretched and Lily let herself against your chest. “We are.“, you confirmed as you carefully picked her up. Jen reached over, ruffling the little girls hair; “Yes, and we’re going home now.“ “Okay.“, Lily mumbled, almost asleep again. Jen chuckled quietly; “She is so cute.“

You said your goodbyes to Kim and made your way back home. You placed the sleeping Lily in her bed, carefully tucking her in and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead; “Good night, Lil.“ “I think she had fun today.“, Jen commented from where she leaned on the door frame. You grinned; “Yes, they had pizzas together.“

“Oh, Kim just texted.“, Jen said in surprise. You watched her read something on her phone; “What did she write?“ “That she hopes we got Lily home without waking her up.“, your girlfriend summarized the message quickly. You shrugged; “Kind of. She’s asleep now.“

With a smile on your lips, you took Jens phone out of her hand to snap a photo of your daughter, fast asleep with her favourite plushie in her arm. Grinning, Jen followed up her message to Kim with the photo while you both left Lilys room. “She and the girls seem to like being aunties.“, Jen thought out loud. You nodded happily; “They do. Even though Kim always pretends to be annoyed when you ask her to babysit.“ “Yes, but she secretly loves it.“, Jen replied with a laugh. “Oh yes.“, you agreed while you both slipped into your bed.

Only as your head hit your pillow, you realized how tired you were. Yawning, Jen slipped an arm around your waist and gently kissed your neck once. Just before you two were about to fall asleep, Jens phone screen lit up again.

As she held up the phone and blinked against the brightness of the screen, you caught a glimpse of the message. It was from Kim, reading; “Haven’t seen you that happy in a long time. You deserve this, Jen.“ You could feel a smile spread on your face, similar to the one on your girlfriends and you couldn’t deny that you felt a little bit honoured by that message.

Jen put her phone back on the nightstand and pulled you closer to her. You both didn’t need any words to express how right it felt to be there in each others arms.

#jen beattie #jen beattie x reader #woso x reader #woso one shot #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso community #woso #arsenal wfc #arsenal wfc x reader #arsenal wfc imagine #awfc #leah williamson #alessia russo #kim little #kyra cooney cross #jen beattie imagine #beth mead

[unhetalia]

this is really weak of me but I really do have to headcanon the Nations as having nothing to do with their governments and at times actively working against them because otherwise the atrocities are Not Fictional...

and anyway these beings hundreds of years old absolutely know that governments do not always have the people's best interests in mind. Do not always take care of the land. Nations believe their role is to take care of their land and their people, and maybe the older Nations tried to work with those in power in the beginning, but quickly learn their lesson.

because of this headcanon, I imagine the Nations all have 'departments' they belong to that focus on a certain issue. It would be impossible to have one individual try to have intimate knowledge of every single issue a country faces, and I love the implications this has on how much the Nations rely on each other, and how much their relationships are not reflective of human politics, because their purpose is not to reflect their people but to protect them and the land they're on.

SO finally, to the point of this post.

Here's what I think certain Nations do:

England and Russia are in charge of information gathering AKA espionage, as both have infiltrated their own governments at a very high level. Arthur is in MI6, Ivan is in the KGB-turned-FSK-turned-FSB. They're valuable assets to the rest of the world because they tend to have information on what everyone's governments are doing. Some other Nations who work in this department are Hungary, Philippines (F), Canada, Cuba, Ukraine, Scotland, Wales, Northern Ireland.

A lot of Nations work on environmental issues - Sweden, Finland and Denmark focus on governance as a way to mitigate environmental issues, while Australia, New Zealand, South Africa are focused on conservation, Brazil, Colombia, Congo focus on deforestation and air pollution, the Pacific Islands on rising sea levels and ocean pollution.

China, France, Ireland and Turkey are focused on food security - each one focuses on a specific aspect of it. China on availability, Ireland on access, France on utilisation and Turkey on stability.

Social welfare is headed by Austria and Belgium, with Spain, the Italies, Greece and Portugal focused on it.

Internal security is handled by the Germany brothers and Switzerland - this is the protection of the Nations themselves. Arranging identities, extraction of Nations who land themselves in trouble, and also the keeper of their arsenal.

America heads the research and development department that connects everything together - they develop the gadgets used by Arthur and Ivan's team, help develop technologies and conduct research focused on the environment and food security, help trial new ideas on addressing poverty, hack databases in order to help create identities for Nations. This department includes Japan, South Korea, India (F), Taiwan, Tony (not a Nation but heavily involved), Liechtenstein, Hong Kong, Belarus, Netherlands, Estonia, Mexico (F).

EDIT: I have to re-think a lot of this because I keep thinking about how very little countries there are compared to shit happening in the world and it messes with this universe a little bit. SO. WILL BE RE-WORKED.

#hetalia #aph #hetalia world series #hetalia world stars #hws england #hws america #aph america #aph england #too many people to tag #i think theres a lot of like TOPICS im missing that are relevant to nations #but its 1am this is the ones i thought of #the people i chose for each department are a mix of like #canons headcanons vague stats #also when i have an (f) next to someones name it means i headcanon them as ladies despite himaruya having them as men #✎ #m: hetalia #hetalia: headcanon (au) #hetalia au: no government

[scotianostra]

Happy Birthday Scottish actress Blythe Duff, born 25th November 1962 in East Kilbride.

Her love of acting started with youth theatre. On leaving Hunter High School she joined The Company, a youth opportunities theatre company, based at the Glasgow Arts Centre in Washington Street and spent her summers with the Scottish Youth Theatre. She entered the profession in 1983 with her first job at the Young Playwrights Festival, I’m sure she would have known my old school friend, who won The Young Scottish Playwright of the year award back then, may he rest in peace.

Blythe worked in theatre for seven years, appearing with Scottish Opera in Street Scene as Shirley Kaplan in 1989, and at the Coliseum Theatre in London with the English National Opera. She also performed on the soundtrack album which was released on Decca Records in 1989. She was working for Scottish Opera when she landed the role of Jackie Reid in the sixth series of Taggart in 1990. Her first appearance was a community police officer in the second episode of the sixth series, “Death Comes Softly”, on 3rd December 1990, in which she is credited as playing WPC Reid. In the third episode, which first aired on 31st December 1990, she was credited as playing Jackie Reid and her character was seconded to CID as DC Reid. By series eight in 1993 her character was promoted to Detective Sergeant. She became the longest-serving member of the Taggart cast after James Macpherson left the show in 2002. The last Taggart was shown in 2011, seeing Jackie Reid finally reach Detective Inspector.

Apart from Taggart, and a couple of short films Blythe has only really appeared as herself, voice overs and quiz shows etc as well as crime shows and documentaries. She has however performed on stage regularly and was a double winner, in 2013 and 2014, of the Critics Award for Theatre in Scotland, for her role as Fay Black in Iron, Rona Munro’s psychological drama set within a women’s prison.

Duff is married to former police officer Tom Forrest and became stepmother to his two daughters Sarah and Katie. She was made a patron of Scottish Youth Theatre in the year 2000. Blythe was Chieftain of Bute Highland Games in 2009 and Chieftain of the Cowal Games in 2011.

She was given an Honorary Doctorate in June 2011 from Glasgow Caledonian University for her outstanding contribution to the performing arts.

In 2020 Duff and singer Cameron Barnes teamed up to re-imagine the classic Christmas song Fairytale of New York to raise funds for freelance creatives and their families.

In the past month Blythe has bee touring some Scottish theatres in James IV: Queen of the Fight, by the acclaimed playwright Rona Munro.

Last year Blythe said about growing up in Calderwood, East Kilbride, surrounded by references to Shakespeare due to the new town’s habit of clustering local street names around a certain theme. “The streets all had brilliant names” she says. “You live next to Edmond Kean and Hamlet and MacBeth, all these theatre references on street signs. I wonder whether or not that was soaking into my subconscious from an early age. I only thought about that when I was older but I like the idea.”

On acting Blythe said

'I'll never retire but don't tell my husband that'

In September Blythe returned to the No Mean City streets in a new music video based on the role which made her a household name for 21 years. Described as ‘an homage to Taggart, and a love letter to Glasgow’, the film echoes the opening credits and gritty underworld scenes of the long-running cop show which made her a household name longside Mark McManus, Colin McCredie and Alex Norton until its demise in 2011.

It sees the actor crouched over a dead body behind police lines in a back alley, surrounded by rubberneckers and the dead boy’s devastated mother.

Have a wee look and listen to the video, Blythe has a fine voice and it is a powerful emotional video.

#scotland #scottish #history #glasgow #actress #singer #Youtube

[skeptiquewrites]

10 First Lines

tagged by @wolfpants (post), @teeteringpileofunusednotebooks (post), @the-starryknight (post), @maesterchill (post). Thanks friends, I love seeing these!

I couldn't pick so I'll do 5 of my last published works, 5 WIPs. Published 1. The first time they were mistaken for a couple was a week before their second year of Healer Training. - A Little Time 2. Dear Malfoy, Have you ever told a lie that spiralled completely out of control? - Yours Truly 3. “He was the last person I expected to see in the entire world, you could imagine." - Lights Down Low 4. Harry had been looking forward to napping at his desk since no one at IntCoop would bother looking for him before the next round of bargaining began at three and would likely continue long into the night.  - Thrice Bound 5. Every Saturday morning is the same. - On The Shore WIPS 1. Aunt Andromeda says an idle Slytherin is trouble, a pack of idle Slytherins is a criminal conspiracy waiting to happen. - Winner Takes It All (Draco/Harry) 2. Contrary to popular belief, Percy was well aware when something was dull. - Started Out With A Kiss (Percy/Oliver) 3. Minister-elect Kingsley Shacklebolt brings an all-star team to the Wizengamot for a second term in government. - Crossed Wires (Draco/Harry) 4. There was a Prophet story about a special mirror at the National Magical Institute of Scotland that allowed you to talk to yourself at fifteen. - A Little Bit Closer (Cho/Hannah) 5. The closest Draco ever felt to absolution was this. - Moments (Draco/Harry) What can I say? I like a one-liner.

Tagging @elskanellis @goblinmatriarch @floydig @mintawasalreadytaken @oflights & @ghaniblue. Only if you'd like! I've lost track of who has and hasn't been tagged.

#tag game #wips #i doubt wip 5 is ever seeing the light of day but never say never #drarry #perciver

[rockislandadultreads]

Read-Alike Friday: The Poisoner’s Ring by Kelley Armstrong 

A Murder in Time by Julie McElwain

Beautiful and brilliant, Kendra Donovan is a rising star at the FBI. Yet her path to professional success hits a speed bump during a disastrous raid where half her team is murdered, a mole in the FBI is uncovered and she herself is severely wounded. As soon as she recovers, she goes rogue and travels to England to assassinate the man responsible for the deaths of her teammates.

While fleeing from an unexpected assassin herself, Kendra escapes into a stairwell that promises sanctuary but when she stumbles out again, she is in the same place - Aldrich Castle - but in a different time: 1815, to be exact.

Mistaken for a lady's maid hired to help with weekend guests, Kendra is forced to quickly adapt to the time period until she can figure out how she got there; and, more importantly, how to get back home. However, after the body of a girl is found on the extensive grounds of the county estate, she starts to feel there's some purpose to her bizarre circumstances. Stripped of her twenty-first century tools, Kendra must use her wits alone in order to unmask a cunning madman.

This is the first volume in the “Kendra Donovan” series.

The Strings of Murder by Oscar de Muriel

1888: a violinist is brutally murdered in his Edinburgh home. Fearing a national panic over a copycat Jack the Ripper, Scotland Yard send Inspector Ian Frey. Frey reports to Detective "Nine-Nails" McGray, local legend and exact opposite of the foppish English Inspector. McGray’s tragic past has driven him to superstition, but even Frey must admit that this case seems beyond belief...

There was no way in or out of the locked music studio. And there are black magic symbols on the floor. The dead man’s maid swears there were three musicians playing before the murder. And the suspects all talk of a cursed violin once played by the Devil himself. Inspector Frey has always been a man of reason—but the longer this investigation goes on, the more his grasp on reason seems to be slipping...

This is the first volume in the “Frey & McGray” series.

The Map of Time by Félix J. Palma

This rollicking page-turner with a cast of real and imagined literary characters and cunning intertwined plots stars a skeptical H.G. Wells as a time-traveling investigator.

Characters real and imaginary come vividly to life in this whimsical triple play of intertwined plots, in which a skeptical H. G. Wells is called upon to investigate purported incidents of time travel and to save lives and literary classics, including Dracula and The Time Machine, from being wiped from existence.

What happens if we change history?

This is the first volume in the “Trilogía Victoriana” series.

The House on Vesper Sands by Paraic O’Donnell

London, 1893: high up in a house on a dark, snowy night, a lone seamstress stands by a window. So begins the swirling, serpentine world of Paraic O’Donnell’s Victorian-inspired mystery, the story of a city cloaked in shadow, but burning with questions: why does the seamstress jump from the window? Why is a cryptic message stitched into her skin? And how is she connected to a rash of missing girls, all of whom seem to have disappeared under similar circumstances?

On the case is Inspector Cutter, a detective as sharp and committed to his work as he is wryly hilarious. Gideon Bliss, a Cambridge dropout in love with one of the missing girls, stumbles into a role as Cutter’s sidekick. And clever young journalist Octavia Hillingdon sees the case as a chance to tell a story that matters—despite her employer’s preference that she stick to a women’s society column. As Inspector Cutter peels back the mystery layer by layer, he leads them all, at last, to the secrets that lie hidden at the house on Vesper Sands.

#mystery #historical fiction #fiction #Library Books #Book Recommendations #book recs #Reading Recs #reading recommendations #TBR pile #tbr #tbrpile #to read #Want To Read #Booklr #book tumblr #book blog #library blog

[putellas14]

Prompt List

(last edited: 4/1/23)

I think this is a complete list of the prompts that I have right now. But if you think I missed something, let me know.

And let me know which ones you're most excited for!

My Ideas

Laia x Reader – long term secret relationship and now R returns from NWSL

Jenni x Alexia – married separation angst, misunderstandings

Jenni x Alexia – Chapter 5 Only Us, angst

Jenni x Alexia – moms with their kids after a game

Jenni x Alexia – Always Moving Forward part 2

Ona x Reader – R takes care of Ona after a tough game

Bend it Like Beckham inspired fic

Imagine Me and You inspired fic

Prompts

Ona x Reader – secret relationship at United

Ona x Reader - R tells Alexia she likes Ona, Ona tells Jenni she likes R

Alexia x Reader – Post-covid reunion

Alexia x Reader – Ale caught checking R out during game

Alexia x Reader and Lola Indigo – Lola wants to know R and asks Alexia for an introduction, jealous Alexia

Alexia x Reader – both tear ACLs around the same time

Alexia x Reader - Ale heart eyes during a live interview

Alexia x Reader - ficlets for It Was Only a Matter of Time

Alexia x Reader - R presents Ale’s Uefa best award

Jenni x Alexia – young JA fall in love

Jenni x Alexia – separated while J’s at PSG

Jenni x Reader – vacation fluff

Laia x Mapi’s sister Reader – R returns from college and Laia shamelessly flirts

Lucy Bronze x Reader – jealous Lucy

Lucy Bronze x Reader – secretly in love with each other

Leila x Reader – roommates at away game

Leila x Royal!Reader – love at first sight

Leila x Reader - Secret lovers

Fridolina x Reader – R steps back when Frido’s ex comes back

Jana x Reader – grew up together, Jana helps R with professional debut

Pina x Reader – secret relationship announcement at national team camp

Pina x Reader – close friends from U-20, jealous Pina when Jana flirts at senior camp

AMC x Reader – R steps back when she thinks AMC wants Mapi back

Mapi x Reader – R has a car accident when she’s home in England

Mapi x Reader – Mapi super touchy with R after a game

Mapi x Reader and Barca girls - the pressure of being the only out lesbian on the team overwhelms Mapi one day and the team is all there for her

Patri x Reader – About Damn Time, part 2, Patri’s date with R

Leah Williamson x Reader – R surprises Leah at the final

Sandra Panos x Reader – La Rosa Roja part 2 (self care day off), part 3 (R goes to her first game)

Mapi and Alexia x Reader – What Are Friends For prequel, R catches Mapi watching porn

Mapi and Alexia – bros fic, Mapi takes care of Alexia after she tears her ACL in England

Mapi and Alexia – bros fic, Alexia lets Mapi tattoo her

(Alexia/Pina/ or Patri) and Reader - bros fic, R gets a puppy and takes her bff with her

Fics I probably won't write anymore

? x Reader – R appears at training on a motorbike and fans try to figure out who she is

Mapi x Reader - Mapi tells Barca she injured her cervix

ESPWNT and Ona x Reader – team reactions when Ona fucks R in public  

Mapi x Reader – insecure R because she’s not as fit as her gf

Mapi x Reader - team bonding on boat, R seasick

Mapi x Reader - R is nervous to leave Barca for her childhood club in England

AMC and collegestudent!Reader

AMC x Reader - R has never been with a woman before and is nervous

Leila x Reader - Leila uses R as a shield everytime ESPWNT teammates scare her

Leila x Reader – jealous Leila of ex-R who’s friends with Alexia

Alexia and Alba x Reader – both sisters fall for the new Barca player

Jenni x Alexia – soft during Spain v. Scotland

Jenni x Alexia – angst, amicable break up, Christmas chaos reconciliation

Alexia x Reader - jealous and possessive new love

Alexia x Reader – Ibiza fic, R takes those photos of Alexia and Alexia tags her on insta

Alexia x Reader – Ibiza fic, Alexia covers R up in photos

Alexia x Reader – R wakes up sick on game day but tries to power through

Alexia x Reader – Reader loves playing football in the rain

Alexia x Reader – Alexia tackles R and falls on top of her

Alexia x Reader – almost accidental kiss at training

Ona x Reader – Ona workout distracting R

Ona x Reader – subconsciously finish each other’s sentences

Ona x English!Reader – best friends, R wears Spain jersey to Euros

Alexia x Reader – reckless and hotheaded R

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this list doesn't include any ficlets unless I've decided to make them longer fics

#fic talk #fic request #prompt list

[terresdebrumestories]

I really loved your coming out fic but I was just curious if you meant the Europa League (the 2nd flight of Europe, as opposed to the top flight Champions League) or the CL when you said Europe League? Or did you mean the Euros with England? Do you imagine Jamie having played for Richmond his whole career, or moving on to other top flight teams to pursue more trophies? I would love to know what his life has looked like during that time, as well as the image of Phoebe at what must be about 18!

Also, interestingly - the UK doesn't actually enter a football team in the Olympic Games. This is not meant as a critique, but it's a fascinating factor of English football that I'm not sure many people who watch the show are aware of. The UK does the Olympics, for all sports, as Team GB, so England, Wales, Scotland and NI, but FIFA treats those countries as individuals. British football has resisted the Olympics because there's big fears that if they concede to being Team GB at football in the Olympics, it'll open the door to FIFA revoking individual country status for England, Wales and so on in other competitions. When London hosted in 2012, there WAS a Team GB at football, basically because they had to represent the national sport, but it wasn't made up of major professional players, there were like three veteran players and mostly youth players. It isn't something that pro footballers are involved in, especially because it falls the same year as the Euros. Roy, in 2012, for example, wouldn't have been in the Olympics, he would have been focused on winning the Champions League with Chelsea and then playing in the Euros with England. It's just a weird thing about English football, the Olympics is not an important part of it the way it is for other sports.

Hi, and thanks for the question!

(Also thanks for bringing football knowledge my way, it will be useful as I give said coming out fic a proper round of edits xD)

So, I know barely more than nothing around football, and my sport ancestry is a family full of basketball players, where competitions go from France Championship to Europe to World Championship, as far as I can tell (they're not pro players, though two of my cousins are angling for that) and so I figured it might be similar in football... turns out, nah xD

(Also I researched this fic for a grand total of ten minutes and five of those were spent on Mancunian grammar and accent, so. There's that :P)

All this to say, thanks again: I'll be modifying some stuff in the cleaned up fic x) Now, for the rest of your questions:

While I see why people like the idea of Jamie staying with Richmond his whole career, I can't say that's something I can really picture happening.

First of all, Jamie is competitive (as all high-level athletes are) and good enough to play with/against the biggest team, which AFC Richmond is not. It's presented as a medium club for the Premier League, and this is not something that easily changes in a perennial way, I think (both because they don't have the same resources as clubs like Manchester City (or United) to help maximise their players' potential, and because the funnel effect of bigger clubs will draw a lot of aces away.)

Second, this is a job, and Jamie has been shown to be a hard worker and fairly ambitious. Eventually, as he grows better, I think what Richmond asks of him will cease to be engaging enough for his taste, especially as the team changes with our current cast retiring or going to other clubs (Sam for example seems the type who would be happy to continue progressing as well, though of course that's probably true of all the teammates)

As to where Jamie goes...I don't think I know enough about Football to make an educated guess x) I don't think he would go back to City, if only because of the bad associations that already drove him away. I think by the time he makes peace with that, he'll probably have found another club to settle in. I do like the idea of him playing with the PSG or the Olympique de Marseille, purely because I like the idea of him spending time in my country and learning my language :P

(Also, Marseille would mean he wouldn't have to be freezing all the fucking time xD)

Poetically, I could see him ending in either Chelsea (closing the circle in his paralleling of Roy) or Manchester United (if you assume he's attached to his birth city enough to want to go back there, if not with the club he thought he would.)

Ultimately, I do think in a universe where he's in a stable relationship with Roy and Roy keeps training Richmond, Jamie would want to stay close by and probably not venture beyond Spain/Northern Italy so he could stay close to his loved one, but England is the endgame I see him work towards the most. I can still give him a stint in France so I can have him insult Richard and Van Damme in their birth language from time to time.

I do think he eventually grows close to Roy's sister (whom I named Ruth because I like the headcanon of the Kents as a Jewish family to mimic Brett Goldstein) and becomes a beloved surrogate uncle for Phoebe. My headcanon is that she remains a passionate football fan and player her whole life, and maybe even briefly entertains a professional career in the US (mostly because afaik women's football isn't as well paid in Europe, could be wrong), but ultimately decides she values the sport for its connection with beloved family rather than for itself, and remains at the amateur level.

I do think she's driven enough to actually end up a wildlife veterinarian, or her artistic aptitude (she draws those boobs real good y'all) take her in a bit of a different direction. Either way, I like to headcanon her as queer in some way, also because of the fascination with breasts, though in real life this isn't necessarily indicative of anything xD

Roy stays in Richmond, I think, unless Chelsea calls and begs him to get there. Mostly because my headcanon is that he picked Richmond as a retirement club because it's close to Chelsea and his family, and I don't think he'd want to move too far away again, especially if Ruth doesn't remarry.

This is about the extent of my thoughts on the subject tbh, although I never say never to writing more in any given universe so, who knows... we'll see if inspiration strikes xD

#fic: Bouquet Final #Ted Lasso #Roy Kent #Jamie Tartt #Jamie x Roy #Roy x Jamie

[miraculousmitzi]

Here's a headcanon thread I made on my Twitter account that I wish to return to...The UK bros and Ireland, what Pokémon they'd have and what kind of type they'd specialise in if they were gym trainers!

England:

I feel like Arthur would likely specialise in fairy type Pokémon if he were a gym leader, a direct reference to his use of magic that we see canonically.

For his gym, I feel like it would take place in an English country house whereby the trainer has to solve a series of puzzles located within a garden maze whilst battling other trainers to reach the house where Arthur, and the main battle, would be located. If you win your battle, Arthur will invite you to have afternoon tea with him (and of course you get your badge).

Potential Pokémon on Arthur's fairy type team: Sylveon, Mawile (with mega-evolution as a 'card up his sleeve' so to speak), Gardevoir, Galarian Rapidash, Galarian Wheezing and Grimmsnarl.

Now if Arthur were a trainer on his journey, I feel he'd still have a soft spot for fairy type Pokémon but that he'd have a more varied team with Pokémon such as: Polteageist (a direct reference to his love of tea), Alcremie (reference to British baked goods like scones), Luxray (the lion is his national animal symbol) and Roserade (the rose is his national flower).

Wales:

Now for Wales, I think given his love of dragons as noted canonically that there'd be no question that as a gym trainer he'd specialise in dragon types!

For his gym, I imagine it to take place within a castle, but trainers enter the battlegrounds through a network of underground tunnels. The trainer must enter the castle, then the underground network and collect five gems whilst battling other trainers along the way. Upon defeating the trainers, the tunnel (good luck guessing which one leads to the right direction!) opens up into a sort of cenote with Wales at the center ready to battle. If you win, you'll get your gym badge, and Wales will gift you some dragon themed snacks for you and your Pokémon (a reference to the scene in the manga whereby he uses magic to conjure up crisps).

Potential Pokémon on Wales' dragon type team: Garchomp (with mega-evolution as an additional bonus to boot in battle- his ace so to speak), Salamence, Haxorus, Hydreigon, Kommo-O and Druddgion.

Now, if Wales was a trainer on his journey I can definitely see him, like Arthur and his fairy types, having a soft spot for dragon types but with a more varied team. I think he'd have Pokémon like: Meloetta (a reference to Wales being known as the "land of song" and my headcanons about Wales singing), Wooloo (a reference to the number of sheep in Wales and a nod to the stereotype), Sirfetch'd (a reference to Wales and leeks) and Glaceon (a reference to Snowdonia).

Scotland:

I imagine Scotland to be a Steel type gym leader, a reference not only to the industrial revolution that took place but also to Scotland's numerous creations and contributions to the world such as television, the telephone and many more! I also headcanon Scotland to be quite inventive, so this also refers to that.

For his gym, I feel it would take place in a medieval castle whereby other trainers, dressed as medieval swordsmen and blacksmiths battle you, the castle would be celebrating a medieval fayre where Scottish culture would be showcased in every direction (dress, food, music, etc). Upon entering the castle, there's one last battle with a jester before you reach Scotland himself, who is dressed for the occasion as a king on a battlefield that looks like a chess board. Once you win, not only do you get your gym badge and a chance to explore the fayre properly, Scotland will gift you your very own kilt pin that he crafted himself!

Scotland's steel type team: Lucario (tera-forming steel type as an ace), Steelix (mega-evolution could be useful too if needed), Klinklang, Bisharp, Aegislash and Corviknight.

Now if he were a trainer on his journey, like his other two brothers, he'd have a soft spot for steel-types but a more varied team with Pokémon such as: Ferrothorn (a reference to Scottish thistles- prickly!), Galarian Rapidash (his national animal is a unicorn), Gyarados (a reference to the Loch Ness monster) and Milktank (a reference to the Highland Cow).

N.Ireland:

Now for N.Ireland I can see him being a rock-tyoe gym leader, in direct reference to the gorgeous scenery such as the Giant's Causeway and Mourne mountains that is famed among so many others!

I imagine N.Ireland's gym to take place in the mountains, whereby the trainer has to advance up the mountain to reach him to battle. Along the way, they'll have a chance to take some snapshots of nature and the beautiful scenery to post online with something kind of cheesy like '#NIrockgymbattle' (this links into a headcanon I have about N.Ireland being quite technology savvy and the most active on social media out of his brothers) and of course they'll encounter hikers and walkers along the way to battle. Upon reaching a point close to the top, there will be a gym area set out and N.Ireland will be waiting there for you. Once you win and gain your badge, he will offer you a packet of Tayto crisps (he canonically loves them) and give you a map of the coolest places to visit within his land and he may, reluctantly, take a selfie with you if you pester him enough.

N.Ireland's potential rock type team: Lycanroc (midday form), Stonjourner, Terrakion, Gigalith, Rhydon, and Tyranitar (with mega-evolution).

Now if he were a trainer on his Pokémon journey, like his other brothers, he'd have a more varied team including Pokémon like: Pangoro (a reference to Irish boxing and the number of boxers from N.Ireland), Vaporeon (a reference to N.Ireland's coasts and lakes), Buneary (a reference to C.S. Lewis, from Belfast, and the rabbit from his infamous tale "Alice in Wonderland"), Vulpix (foxes are an animal that are common in N.Ireland).

Ireland:

Now for him, I can see two options.

1. Grass type: a reference to his nickname as the 'emerald isle', his beautiful lands and scenery, and his national flower of the Shamrock not to mention the stereotype associated with Ireland and green.

2. Psychic type: a more subtle nod to Irish mythology and its mythical creatures (I had contemplated giving him fairy type but I felt that it fitted England more).

So in light of this, I will make two for him and you can choose which one you like for him best :) (Note, I also considered making him a ghost-type trainer).

For Grass:

I feel his gym would take place at a place inspired by Cliffs of Moher. As a trainer, you'd encounter tourists and tour guides who will direct you to his battle grounds but only if you beat them in a battle! Along the way, you'll be tasked with collecting stamps. Once you beat Ireland and get your badge, he'll invite you to have a drink with him in a local pub (inspired by Temple Bar)- an alcoholic drink if you're of age and a soft drink if you're under age.

Ireland's grass type team: Shaymin (sky forme), Decidueye, Torterra, Breloom, Roserade and Leafeon (tera form grass type).

OR...

For psychic:

If Ireland were a psychic type leader I feel like his gym would take place at the ruins of an ancient castle hidden deep in a forest. There, as well as battling trainers along the way which will gain you clues as to where Ireland is located, you'd be tasked with finding pieces of a broken mural which when put together, would give you the last clue you needed as to where Ireland was located. His battlefield would take place on the ground with ruins surrounding you, the moonlight casting a beautiful glow across the setting. Once you won and got your badge, he'll invite you to the pub for a drink (see above, the same applies).

Ireland's psychic type team: Galarian Slowking, Espeon, Meowstic (male), Hatterene, Farigiraf and Gallade (mega Gallade as an ace).

Now if Ireland were a Pokémon trainer on his journey I think he'd for sure have such a varied team. With Pokémon such as: Pumpkaboo (reference to the fact that Halloween is drawn from the Irish holiday Samhain), Daschbun (reference to Irish food in particular potato bread and soda bread), Jigglypuff (reference to Irish music and the fact that Ireland has been very successful to date in Eurovision), Sawsbuck Summer form (red deer are native in Ireland's wildlife).

[fletchysohot]

II.

Sleepy Kisses

Lil' 1.2k sleepy pondering about Kieran idk what else to tell you lot

As far as new relationships go dating someone who had a schedule just as busy as yours had been hard to say the least. It was almost like the two of you were just two ships in the night most of the time, having to settle for mostly FaceTime calls and texts. That had not kept you from falling head over heals for Kieran in just a few months. His accent didn’t help much when it came to not seeing heart eyes. The two of you had finally found a night where you were both free and in London. You had been dying to have a proper date night, but the thought of paparazzi’s and prying eyes had instantly put both of you off the thought of going out in public. You wanted to savour the intimacy of the honeymoon period without speculation about what this was even before either of you had the answer that question for yourselves. 

So when Kieran had offered a movie night at his apartment you had jumped at the opportunity. On paper it was the perfect date idea for both of you. However what you did not account for was that both you and Kieran were exhausted from traveling, games, training and work. So when one movie had turned into a mini marathon both of you had fallen asleep on the couch, tangled together into a mess of limbs. 

You both woke up in the middle of the night looking at each other grinning at each other. Originally the plan had been for you to drive home after the movie but now was too late for that. Kieran had suggested you just sleep at here, he even offered to take the couch while you enjoyed the comfort of his big bed. You had called him a muppet for even thinking that you didn’t want to spend the night tucked safely in his arms, breathing in his scent, wearing one of his old t-shirts,

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When you woke up the early morning sun filled the room with a pale light, making everything seem quiet and peaceful. You opened your eyes letting them adjust to the light. The room around you was quiet, filled only with the hum of distant traffic mixed with the slow and steady breaths of the sleeping man next to you. 

You watched as his sculpted chest rose rhythmically, his lips slightly ajar. You could lay here and watch him sleep forever, you thought. You wanted to spend eternity studying the way his rosy cheeks faded into the pale skin of his cheekbones. Your hand twitched at the urge to run your fingertips along the porcelain like skin draped over his boyish features. You bit your lip, holding your breath, when his eyes fluttered under his closed lids for a second, worried he would wake up and catch you staring, but much to your delight he did not stir awake instead letting out a content hum. A sigh of bliss escaped your lips at the chance to spend just a little while longer admiring your sleeping boyfriend. You wanted to savour each inch of his body, meticulously filing away each inch of Kieran in your memory. You wanted to be able to recall each freckle and every mole that covered his body even when the two of you were apart. To trace them like consolations in your mind whenever you couldn’t manage to fall asleep and counting sheep seemed redundant. You wanted to map out the way his slender fingers fell on to the blanket, how his arms bled into those strong shoulders, how the muscles that shaped his chest moved with each breath. 

You allowed yourself the luxury to get lost in the way his hair was a mess atop his head, loose strands falling against his forehead, framing his brow perfectly. He would probably say he needed a haircut, but all you thought he needed in this moment was your fingers tangled in his locks. 

He looked like a statue that may belong in the Louvre or Vatican museum. Perfectly still and breathtakingly beautiful, most certainly crafted by the hands of the most talented artist on the globe. The only thing indicating he was not cut from marble, shaped specially for you was the boyish pink of his cheeks and lips. His lips. They looked much like a juicy peach would, sweet and delectable on a hot summer day.  

All you wanted in this moment was to hold his perfect statuesque face and taste those lips. To kiss him till you were both breathless, for the only sound filling the room to be both of you gasping for breath, grinning like idiots. However you did not want to wake him, to disturb the beautiful sight of his serene state. To intrude on something as celestial and pure as this moment, seeing him illuminated by the morning sun, much like if he was some mystical being sent to walk amongst the living. 

You shifted closer to him, trying your best to not disturb him, wanting to soak up the warmth his beauty was emitting, your faces inches apart. His breath hitting your body, creating the familiar tingle of goosebumps appearing wherever it hit your skin. You would only need to move a millimetre to connect your lips. To taste him, let him fill you with a sense of life and belonging. But instead your eyes scanned the way his lashes curled, the way his nose curved, the way his perfect lips curved.

“I swear if you don’t do it I will” Kieran’s scratchy morning voice sapped you out of your trance making your cheeks burn with embarrassment. His eyes were still closed as a lazy smile danced on his lips.  

You didn’t reply, not trusting your brain to form a sentence in your embarrassed state. 

“Well?” He asked opening his eyes, rising an eyebrow.

The moment your eyes met his you could swear you were a goner. You felt like you had died and gone straight to heaven. You were usually weak in the knees for his glance, but something about the way he looked at the moment, innocent and pure, the softness of sleep still evident in his hazel eyes, made you lose any ability to think. Maybe it had something to do with the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the world, like you had hung the stars in the sky. You wanted to wake up to this every single day for the rest of your life.

You opened your mouth but no words came out, making Kieran chuckle. He leaned forward connecting your lips. Your hands instantly cupped his jaw as you felt a grin spread against your lips. You felt like the world around the two of you disappeared and this moment of pure bliss would never end. The way his lips lazily moved against yours, with no rush making your heart skip a beat. And at that moment, in the privacy of Kieran’s bedroom you knew there was no way back. You had fallen in love and there was nothing in the world that could change that. 

#kieran tierney #arsenal #premier league #scotland national team #scotland nt #football imagine #football fanfic #footballer x you #footballer x reader #arsenal fc #afc

[sidecharactersdomatter]

How I imagine Himaruya creating his Country characters

Shounen Jump editor: Well I think it goes without saying, that with the addition of Scotland, Ireland, Northern Ireland, and Wales is going swimmingly. Yes absolutely, we have fans in the UK going insane over seeing all of England’s brothers now together. Great job team!

Himaruya: And what of the Southeast Asian fans?

Shounen Jump editor: Still a bunch of squealing fangirls from seeing Philippines, Indonesia, Malaysia, and Singapore! The numbers are looking great.

Himaruya: やった! I guess the only question now is, “Who’s next?”

SJE: Well I dunno. We’ve got like this divide and conquer routine, with that whole Micro-nations subplot. So if anybody’s dumb enough to pay attention to those guys, they’ll run the risk of having their favorite countries appearing in the series based on your perspective.

Himaruya: Maybe African countries?

SJE: Ehhh! Gotta be careful with that one! We received a ton of backlash from the Seychelles dating sim. Plus they’re going through enough already.

Himaruya: Hmm, alright… I’m gonna need you to pick out a six sided die. You know the ones they use in those kiddy games, and assign each face to a continent. Whichever face it lands on is the next to have it’s nations stereotypically depicted from my perspective and unknowingly offending the people from said country. Good job go team!

#my post #incorrect quotes #source: nicque marina #hetalia #aph hetalia #hetalia hws #hetalia world stars #hidekaz himaruya #shounen jump #I try not to get political on this sight just a heads up #hws england #hws scotland #hws northern ireland #hws ireland #hws wales #hws philippines #hws indonesia #hws malaysia #hws singapore #hws sealand #hws wy #hws seborga #hws kugelmugel #hws seychelles

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

What does SH know about ‘Hope’?

Not too much... In SH's interview at 92NY, he talked about working as a waiter and opening a bottle of champagne at an event at the Victoria & Albert Museum almost hitting the whale skeleton that hangs from the ceiling in the great room.

There is a drawback. Victoria & Albert Museum is the world's largest museum of applied arts, decorative arts and design and houses a permanent collection. But the V&A museum was never home to the blue whale 'Hope'🐋, a scientific artefact installed at the National Museum of Natural History in London in 2017, three years after Outlander began... In other words, there is no skeleton of a blue whale at the V&A museum. SH’s stories are more fictitious than true accounts of his life.

Victoria & Albert Museum

‘Hope’ the blue whale skeleton is the centrepiece suspended from the ceiling at the Natural History Museum in London, it took the place of Dippy the Diplodocus in 2017.

Dippy then left the Museum in 2017 to complete a whirlwind tour of the UK.

Dippy was commissioned for the Museum in 1905 by American businessman Andrew Carnegie, who that year bought the bones of the first Diplodocus ever discovered for his museum in Pittsburgh. Dippy had been on display in Hintze Hall since 1979, before being taken down in January 2017 for his tour.

A BIG ARRIVAL

The skeleton now on display in Hintze Hall is from a whale that became stranded in 1891 in Wexford Harbour, Ireland, 10 years after the Museum opened in South Kensington. It was bought by the Museum and first went on display in the Mammal Hall in 1934, where it was suspended above a life-size model of a blue whale. Curators, conservation teams and engineers worked on the blue whale skeleton for months - mostly in an off-site warehouse due to its enormous size - cleaning and preparing it for its new home in Hintze Hall.

The entrance hall, at the Natural History Museum, a favourite of childhood, Dippy, was easily replaced by a blue whale skeleton that hung from the ceiling on 14th July 2017. It is an actual skeleton taken from a young female blue whale that washed up in Ireland in 1891. Although some whales live to 100 years old, Hope may have been only 15 years old when she died. Despite her youth, she stands at an incredible 25.2 m and her bones alone weigh 4.5 tons.

NEW STAR

Hope takes centre stage in Hintze Hall in place of Dippy, the Diplodocus dinosaur skeleton cast that is soon to embark on a two-year tour of the UK, visiting Scotland, Northern Ireland, Wales and five regions across England. The tour aims to connect the nation with nature and spark the imagination of a new generation of scientists, naturalists and environmentalists.

[rosiewitchescottage]

Michaela School is located in one of the most disadvantaged areas of London.

Yet the outstanding results, both academic and otherwise of the pupils, suggests that 'Britain's Strictest Headteacher' is onto something good.

With a wide ethnic range represented, Mrs Birbalsingh has lessons for us all that are worth emulating, for healing the cultural and political divisions plaguing Britain.

With an increasingly culturally conservative outlook of my own. I'm not a bit surprised by the success of her approach, because of course the security of structure is beneficial to children/teens.

But I'd imagine that some of her methods might surprise a lot of people.

Results don't lie, though.

A school that focuses on inter cultural harmony, through treating classes and the school as a whole as teams working together.

(The UK as a whole should be a team, the individual nations England, Wales, Scotland and Northern Island are also teams.

Shouldn't we be focusing on working with our teammates, not against?)

I'm with Mrs B, all the way.

#Youtube

[mortonmattd]

Amazing Historical Events That Occurred on 5/16 🎉 #shorts #history

Have you ever wondered about the significant events that have occurred on a particular day? May 16th is an extraordinary day in history that has witnessed some fascinating events that have shaped the world as we know it. In 1220, England's King Henry III initiated the construction of a new Lady Chapel, which marked the beginning of the extensive rebuilding of Westminster Abbey. The Lady Chapel is one of the finest examples of Gothic architecture and is considered a masterpiece of medieval art and design. The rebuilding of Westminster Abbey continued for several centuries and remains one of the most iconic landmarks of London.

In 1532, Thomas More resigned from his post as the Lord Chancellor of England. More was a prominent philosopher, writer, and statesman who had served King Henry VIII's court for several years. However, he refused to acknowledge the King's decision to dissolve his marriage to Catherine of Aragon, which led to his resignation. More's decision to follow his conscience over his loyalty to the King led to his eventual execution.

The year 1568 saw the defeat of Mary Queen of Scots at the Battle of Langside. Mary was the last surviving legitimate child of King James V of Scotland and was also the Queen of France. After her husband's death, she returned to Scotland to reclaim her throne. However, she faced stiff opposition from the Scottish nobility, led by her half-brother, James Stewart. The Battle of Langside marked the end of Mary's hopes of reclaiming the Scottish throne and forced her to flee to England in the hope of receiving assistance from Elizabeth I.

In 1860, Abraham Lincoln was selected as the Republican candidate for the presidential election. Lincoln was a lawyer and politician from Illinois who went on to become the 16th President of the United States. He led the country through one of its most turbulent periods, the American Civil War, and played a pivotal role in ending slavery in the United States.

Finally, in 1894, a devastating fire engulfed the South End Grounds baseball stadium in Boston, along with 200 other buildings. The South End Grounds was the home of the Boston Braves, who were a professional baseball team that played in the National League. The fire destroyed the stadium, and the Braves had to relocate to a new venue.

In conclusion, May 16th may seem like any ordinary day, but the events that have occurred on this day have had a significant impact on our world. From the rebuilding of Westminster Abbey to the resignation of Thomas More, the defeat of Mary Queen of Scots, the selection of Abraham Lincoln as a presidential candidate, and the devastating fire at the South End Grounds baseball stadium, these events have shaped history in ways that we can only imagine.

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