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lovecanyon · 1 year
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EPL!HARRY X READER
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“What do you fucking mean that wasn’t a goal-“
“It means you didn’t make the goal mate.” Harry chuckles, passing Leo who was fuming.
Almost like a reaction, the player tries to push Harry down but he’s quick to stand his ground. Turning around, the Styles man swiftly shoves Leo down onto the grass and succeeds.
The crowd immediately grows loud when they see both players from opposite teams begin to fight.
Y/N who was in the crowd with Sarah and Amelia stands up to get a better view of her husband. After trying and trying to find Harry in the mix, the Styles woman gets fed up and rushes out of the VIP section and onto the field.
Thank god the boys weren’t here to see this.
“Harry!”
The familiar voice makes Niall stop and turn around to see a furious Y/N pushing all the players out of the way. The once soft spoken woman was now yelling at the men to break up the brawl.
And the surprising part was the men were actually listening to her, even the ones not on her husband’s team.
Slowly the referees began pouring into the flock of people on the football field, attempting to calm the situation down but they failed.
“I fucking dare you to say that again!” Harry grunts, throwing another punch to Leo.
“Mate! Stop it!” Niall yells, trying to pull his friend off of the opposite player. He didn’t know why people tried to test Harry. If you did one thing to make him pissed off then just be prepared for the worst.
The blood seeping into his jersey didn’t stop him, Niall screaming bloody murder didn’t stop him, the crowds yelling didn’t stop him.
What stopped him was the referee threatening his wife.
Very quickly he forgot about Leo on the ground and focused on the referee yelling in Y/N’s face. She didn’t seem scared at all, she looked like she was going to rip his head off.
Once he stalked towards the pair, Y/N immediately jumped at Harry and grabbed his face, analyzing him for any injuries. Not even three seconds into trying to find out if he’s hurt, Harry softly grabs his wife’s hands and slowly puts them down.
After making his way around her, Harry now glares at the referee who still was scowling at Y/N.
Harry didn’t like that.
“Threatening my wife huh?” Harry clenches his jaw, now facing the man.
“She can’t be on the field. I asked her numerous times to leave but she seems to not listen-“
“This is my field, I play here. The only reason why the league is still in business is because of me.” He grits out. “Without me, there would be no Chelsea team. So if my wife wants to fucking come onto the feild she can.”
“With all due respect Harry-“
“Mr. Styles, it’s Mr. Styles to you.” Harry snaps, cutting the referee off.
“Mr. Styles.” The man corrected himself with a smirk. Harry could tell he was trying to act like a hot shot in front of everyone, it wasn’t his first day trying to be humiliated by someone. “Your fines are going to keep adding up and I don’t know if you could pay that much-“
“You think I can’t pay some fines?” Harry scoffs, shaking his head. “Me and my wife could buy you. My newborn daughter could buy you. So don’t tell me I can’t pay some fucking fines!”
Later on after the match when Harry was at home watching Y/N breastfeed their daughter Eden he suddenly got a text from the team’s manager.
The referee from earlier?
The league got your request, he’s let go.
Have a good night Harry! Oh and tell Y/N, Glenne needs nursery recommendations. Goodnight H!
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fitfootballers · 10 months
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Harry Winks 🔥
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moooo-spurs · 2 years
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Just H taking care of Sonny ✨
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pernillecfcw · 2 months
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Harry styles at the Luton vs united game , he’s not far from where I am💀😂
Btw why does he have to support united 🥴
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harrykanesankles · 2 years
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“arsenal looked good today”
yes they did. no sense saying otherwise
that’s good for us. strong arsenal makes for a competitive league.
and when we do the league double over them this season, it will be that much sweeter x
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kazifatagar · 6 months
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Heung-Min Son Now New Top Star for Spurs after Harry Kane’s exit
Following Harry Kane’s departure, Heung-Min Son has seamlessly embraced a new role under manager Ange Postecoglou at Tottenham. Despite initial concerns about the impact of Kane’s exit, Son has thrived, earning the Premier League Player of the Month award for September with six goals in four appearances. Social Media Links Follow us…
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sportearly · 1 year
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Transfer Speculation on phenomenal Man City player as Fabrizio Romano confirms he may leave for Real Madrid
Transfer Speculation on phenomenal Man City player as Fabrizio Romano confirms he may leave for Real Madrid
Fabrizio Romano provides an update on Joao Cancelo’s status, according to Manchester City’s official news outlet.Fabrizio Romano claims that Joao Cancelo, a defender for Manchester City, wants to stay with the club until the conclusion of the next season despite rumours that he would be joining Real Madrid. Breaking down Cancelo’s City future The fullback signed a contract in February that…
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minyu-blog · 2 years
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[CHAMPIONS LEAGUE] Tottenham's first beaten game this season
[CHAMPIONS LEAGUE] Tottenham’s first beaten game this season
Tottenham flied to Portugal to against Sporting as their 2nd match of the Champions League. Many sites were predicting Tottenham would win, but Sporting was the first club who beat Tottenham this season. I would say both clubs’ performances were not that good today. Especially, Tottenham players’ forms were very bad except Kulusevski who was sent in at 72 minutes instead of Son Heung Min. Yeah,…
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𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 |𝑅𝐼𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑂𝑁 𝑑𝑒 𝐴𝑁𝐷𝑅𝐴𝐷𝐸 x Reader
TW: Sexual Content, Cursing
AO3 LINK!!!
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Summary:
Richarlison de Andrade is a kind person who genuinely cares about his team! Nothing gets on his nerves or provokes his hidden rage. All but his personal manager and interpreter. Richarlison is managed by Y/N, a former professional badminton player. She has a... distinct personality. Even though she is not a football player herself, she frequently criticizes Richarlison and offers him advice on how to play. But eventually, Richarlison is fed up with her criticism and lets out his rage.
It seems Y/N is going to have to manage his anger now.
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Notes:
idek why tf im writing this, i hope none of my football loving friends and fam find this, im gonna go hide now😭
I'm an Gunners (arsenal) fan so i felt like a traitor writing this, ur welcome you anon requester, i disregarded my morals for u
NORTH LONDON IS FUCKING RED GET THAT SHIT INSIDE YOUR HEAD
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The raucous screams of Spurs Home fans died away. Arsenal had won the North London Derby 3-1 once more. The Gunners' and their fans' loud applause only added to the pressure on Richarlison, who has yet to score for the Spurs.
Y/N L/N stood on the sidelines, shaking her head. She disliked playing on a team because it required her to interact with others. Y/N was a former professional badminton player with the most powerful smashes and drops in the game. A year ago, she retired and focused more on "helping" other players. She had to get used to the warmth and kindness of a team since she had never been on one.
Y/N had to admit that Arsenal this season was bloodthirsty for victory, and their passion was stronger than any other EPL team. She followed Richarlison, Sonny, Harry K., Hugo Loris, and the other players into the changing room.
"Fucking hell! That was incredibly embarrassing!" The manager, Antonio Conte, yelled as he paced around the room. "How could we have allowed that to happen? It's a disappointment for our home fans as well as for London. I'm not heading to training tomorrow; I need a break from this bullshit! Come to training if you want, but I doubt you will because it appears that your training has been doing shitswork!"
Antonio Conte stormed out of the room, leaving a tense atmosphere in his wake. Y/N turned to face Richarlison, who had tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Richie, hurry up and take a shower; we need to speak about something." Y/N spoke while her arms were crossed across her chest.
Without missing a beat, Richarlison exited the locker room to freshen up.
"You shouldn’t be too rough on him." Sonny said while walking up to her.
"It's the only way he'll learn, and the only way he'll understand how cruel the EPL can be," Y/N said before heading to the garage to retrieve the car.
(In the car)
"Your passes were too conspicuous, and you were moving slowly; it took Ødegaard less than a minute to catch up to what you were doing." Y/N spoke while paying attention to the road.
Richarlison, who is used to receiving criticism, responds, "What would you know? The last time I remember, badminton never used a ball or had an exhausting effect after playing."
Y/N’s eyebrows scrunched: "Do not speak of my sport with such disgrace; you do not understand how fast you have to be on the field and how fast the shuttlecock is. And unlike you, I would actually score.”
Richarlison sighed and slumped into the seat while looking out of the car into the streets of North London.
(Y/N's office, at players compound)
Y/N opened the glass door to her office and dropped the folders and keys on the desk while Richarlison waited for her speech as always. Y/N turned around and folded her arms while leaning on the desk.
"That was shit Richie. You’ve been with the Spurs for almost 2-3 months now and haven’t even scored one goal! Your passes are shit, you tire out too fast because of your damn height, you have no coordination with Sonny, and half the time you look lost in your own head!" Y/N harshly judged.
"I know, I've been trying, but it doesn't seem to work," Richarlison said, his eyes glazing over. "This team is different; it's too much."
"Then try harder or give up. It's not the team, it's you," Y/N abruptly cut him off. "Make no excuses for actions you know you're committing. Kane was ready for the ball, and so was Sonny! You were just too arrogant to try and prove yourself."
Richarlison sighed before responding, "It’s not like that you don’t understand-"
"Oh, but I do! I know what it feels like to thirst for validation. To try and prove that you are the best. Badminton players don’t have teams, so they strive to beat their opponents. That’s what makes them dangerous and ambitious. But you, oh you, are just arrogant and believe you can beat Sonny, so you try and fail over and over and over again." Y/N expresses her growing anger.
Something shifted in Richarlison’s stance and aura. "No. You’re the one failing. You retired not because you had accomplished your goal but because you were lonely. So you decided to find a team. A team where you can feel loved."
Y/N scoffed, "Keep telling yourself that. Without me, you would be nowhere. Without me, your voice would be nothing."
Richarlison took slow steps towards her; his anger was finally emerging. "No. Without me, you would be lying in a pit of your own tears, with nothing but yourself. Alone and broken." Richarlison was very close to her face now, and his eyes showed nothing but rage. "Your sister is all the way across countries saving lives in the OR; your parents are 6 feet under the ground and dead."
"Richarlison, watch your mouth!" Y/N screamed in his face.
"Keep your voice down. Word here spreads fast, darling." Richarlison said while placing his hand over her mouth.
Y/N’s eyebrows scrunched up, and she pushed him off of her. "You asshole! You are nothing to me. How dare you speak of my family in that way! I swear I-"
With his large hand wrapped around her throat, Richarlison spun her around in less than a second and slammed her into the wall. He was breathing heavily, and his eyes were locked on hers. His lips were so dangerously close to hers that one might think it was an attempt at a kiss, but in reality, it was a release of anger.
"I am tired of your critics. Your harsh words cut too deep, Y/N," Richarlison muttered.
Y/N smirked and kept her gaze on his. "Good. The deeper it cuts, the more you learn."
"No, it’s the more I get angry. You have made me hold this rage for so long, princess. I’m ready to let it out."
"You’re pathetic, Richarlison. And so are your abilities; you'll never be as good as the team, and you'll never fit in. I can promise-"
Before Y/N could finish her sentence, Richarlison’s lips roughly smashed on hers, and Y/N’s breath hitched. She didn’t kiss back, so Richarlison pulled her body closer to his. She fell into his warm embrace, and her lips molded with his. Richarlison’s hand, which was previously wrapped around her throat, moved to her waist.
"Be quiet. Not a word from you." He growled out.
His lips moved across her neck, leaving marks all around. Her top had a straight zipper in the front, so he clamped around the zip and dragged it down to her belly button. He continued the attack on her chest and bit the top of her breast. Y/N couldn’t help but release a groan from her mouth, which made her place her hand over her own mouth.
"Move your hand. I want to hear you." Richarlison spoke against her skin; it wasn’t a request, it was an order. And so she obeyed.
His lips dangerously moved lower and lower while Y/N just went along with him. Her short pencil skirt was riding up, showing her thighs off to him. Richarlison released a small, agonizing breath, and not a second later, he ripped off her panties and threw them to the floor. Y/N kicked her heels off and wrapped her arms around his neck as he moved up her body. Once again, his warm lips met hers, and they moved in harmony with hers. He propped her legs around his waist and carried her over to the desk. With one of his arms, he knocked over everything on her desk with one swipe and placed her on it. Through all of this, his lips never left hers until Y/N broke apart for a second.
"I hate you," whispered Y/N with a breathy voice.
"Oh yeah? Good. I’m gonna change that for you, love," Richarlison muttered against her lips.
He moved down to her legs and kneeled in front of her. He looked up at her and smirked at her lust-filled eyes. Y/N smirked and said, "Look at you. Down on your knees for me. How disgraceful."
Richarlison just chuckled before saying, "The only thing that will be disgraceful are the noises that will come out of your mouth when I fuck you."
Y/N’s eyes widened as his hand moved to the underside of her left knee and pushed her leg back. His face met her thick thighs, which were cold due to the air conditioning. The warmth of his cheeks pressed into her thighs.
Richarlison hummed before placing his lips on her inner thigh. "I’m going to love having these wrapped around my face."
His tongue met the juices seeping out from her cunt and spelt his name out. This action made Y/N undone. Her hand tangled in his short hair as he explored her. He pushed in and out of her with his warm tongue, and that’s when she lost it. Y/N gasped, "Richie, fuck! Right there, baby, mm, good boy."
Richarlison paused for a split second, looked at her, and said, "Say that again, princess."
"Say what?" Y/N spoke agitatedly.
"Call me a good boy again."
"Good boy, make me feel good?" Y/N asked, tilting her head.
That broke Richarlison and he continued his attack on her supple flesh between her thighs. His fingers made their way over, and he easily slipped his ring and middle finger inside of her. Y/N moaned at his action and tried to hold herself together so the staff wouldn’t suspect anything. This was dangerous for both of them and their careers. But at this point, they needed to release all of that pent-up rage boiling inside of them. And what better way to do so than with hate sex?
"Im going to make you reach ecstasy so much you will beg for me to stop. This is my revenge. I’m not going to give you the real deal until you beg for it, princess." Richarlison states as he pauses for a quick second, continuing on the moment he’s done speaking.
His tongue never stops moving, rubbing and circling around her clit, stroking her cunt's lips like a hungry predator on the hunt. Y/N's grip on his shoulder tightens as she desperately pumps her hips against his tongue, whining for more. As he made her cum in such an unusual way, Y/N dug her nails into his tanned flesh. She began to rock against his mouth; the knot in her stomach tightened, and his right hand gripped her hip. "That's it, pretty girl, let go for me," he said, his voice heavy and slightly hoarse, after pulling away from her flesh. One more thrust from his fingers, and she was coming undone.
"Richie, oh fuck, oh my god," Y/N moaned, trying to keep quiet.
Richarlison got up off of his knees and grabbed the back of her head, pushing his lips against hers harshly. He pulls away and says, "I’m not done with you yet. Let’s pray that no one is outside, because I’m going to make you scream bloody murder."
He lets go of her, picks her up, and throws her over his shoulder in a swift movement.
"Richie, if someone sees us, we are fucked," Y/N said frantically.
"That’s their problem, not mine; you caused this, remember that. So you are going to manage my anger," Richarlison replies as he opens the door to her office.
Every action has an equal and opposite reaction, according to Sir Isaac Newton. But the consequences of Y/N’s actions were more than equal. The consequence wasn’t painful; it was heavenly and torturous at the same time. Y/N had a job, and that job was to manage every need Richarlison de Andrade had, and this time it was his anger she would need to manage. And so she would, regardless of the cost.
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littlelarrythings · 2 years
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This is one of my favorite things ever and it’s basically never talked about
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This is Des Styles’ twitter. Des is Harry’s dad. (As you can see only Harry and Louis follow him) he doesn’t post at all anymore but he used to be active.
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He’s a big United fan and a lot of his tweet are about football in general. (He has very standard EPL thoughts tbh and I’m not mad about them 😂)
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(An aside I love to think what the three of them watching a match would be like. X)
Anyway! After Midnight Memories dropped Des was asked his favorite song off the album. Remember this is the first album the boys all actively wrote on. Harry wrote two songs on the album without any of the other boys! But what did Des choose?
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Strong 🙃 the song written ABOUT his son 🙃 interesting choice indeed. Love that. It will live in my head rent free for eternity.
And one last thing… look who was using Happy Days before someone else adopted it 😊 you do tend to pick up your family’s speech patterns X
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lovecanyon · 1 year
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posted epl!harry onto patreon!
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posted dad!harry onto tumblr!
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fitfootballers · 1 year
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Harry Kane 🔥
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moooo-spurs · 1 year
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Harry Kane hits 200! 🥳
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new-berry · 9 months
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I’ve jammed together a couple of those get to know you things:
last five google searches / Records / books / WIP.
Google search enjoy my terrible spelling / grammar/ typing for the lols exactly as I wrote them
Are glaciers freshwater
How many kits foxhave
Cal cornflakkes keloggs
epl games—-
Sheffield blades squad
That wasn’t as bad as I thought!
I recall this being favourite books?
Choo Woo - Lloyd James look this book was devastating. I read it once and I can’t ever read it again. I can’t even be sure I can recommend it.
Krakatoa - the day the world exploded Simon Winchester
After the quake - Haruki Murakami
English Passengers- Matthew Kneale
Island of the lost - Joan Druett
Last full albums, I’ve been working though the history of music. Man do I not give a shit about The Beatles. Anyway left the album with my favourite song.
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This is my Frank Lampard AU song
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WIP titles and description
The ocean on top of the ocean (the world ends. It’s not all bad. This has a hopeful happy ending, the middle bits I don’t want to trick you in to reading but they all happen off screen)
The Parade. (Ghosts haunt John Stones. They aren’t real. Well they are real. They aren’t ghosts. He doesn’t deserve it. (He does sort of deserve it.).)
Flyboys (I have yet to decide on a proper name. Harry Kane used to be an accountant, and a pilot and a (redacted).
Spain 3 (also still settling on a name) Frank Lampard / John Terry (if John was that way inclined. The shadows of hard men hang over Frank.)
Getting there. The third part, so Jordan / John. (What turns me on is you being turned on, also condoms are terrible and you should meet this guy…)
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moonlitsgarden · 10 months
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did you see dele's interview? after your last fic i kept thinking about those boys so it's unbearably painful. just hope they're all happy. just hope h and sonny get their happy ending like your story.
hi! yes, i did see it. it broke my heart. i’ve been a spurs fan since i got into football at a young age (completely irrespective of my family, they did not and still do not care about football which is very amusing) but really got into the epl around 2012/2013. dele was one of the best players to put on the spurs shirt i have ever seen, not just because of his raw talent but because of his passion. i still remember how he would tear down to the fans at the lane after scoring a goal. he’s so symbolic of that era of spurs to me—young, hungry, in love with the game, ready to die for the badge.
it was real special what we had going on there in that era, the brotherhood between the teammates and that spite to prove everyone wrong (eric: “i hear what people say about tottenham and i don’t like it.”), you were hard pressed to find that anywhere in the rest of the league, in the rest of the world. when dele said that people like harry and eric and sonny and ben tried to look out for him, it made me tear up. that’s spurs, you know, that care and love that is woven into the fabric of the club. i wish del had had more time to sit with everything before coming out about it rather than be almost pressured into it by tabloids but i hope he knows just how brave he is and how many people this will help.
he is so loved. any proper spurs fan, none of those football melts on twitter, will tell you all about the love they have for dele and how he was everything to us when he played for us, and still beyond. the reception he got when he came back to the lane playing for everton from our fans—i’ve never seen quite anything like it in football. there’s nothing more we want than for him to be happy, to be rested, to be at peace, to heal. and maybe one day we’ll see him back at hotspur way, back at the lane. if the universe puts any faith in happy endings it’ll happen. we love you dele. 🤍
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sportearly · 2 years
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Nathan Ake sends huge message to Man City defenders over his first team spot
Nathan Ake sends huge message to Man City defenders over his first team spot
“I’ve had the entire preseason and a few additional weeks since I arrived early, but it’s nothing like this. “Thomas Tuchel, the manager, asked me whether I felt prepared, and I responded, ‘Of sure,'” Chilwell added. Manchester city latest news “I’m not sure whether I am, but I think I am. I put in a lot of effort during the summer, so I’m emotionally and physically prepared to support the…
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