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youngfcs · 8 months

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[ NORWEGIAN MALE FCS ] - PART 1.

Arthur Hakalahti (1995)

Axel Bøyum (1995)

David Stakston (1999) - Born in U.S.A | Norwegian-American

Henrik Holm (1995)

Herman Tømmeraas (1997)

Jonas Hoff Oftebro (1997)

Jonas Strand Gravli (1991)

Tarjei Sandvik Moe (1999)

Thomas Hayes (1997)

#norwegian #norwegian fc #norwegian male #norwegian fcs #norwegian male fcs #ethnicity #ethnicity fc #nationality #nationality fc #arthur hakalahti #Axel Bøyum #david stakston #henrik holm #herman tommeraas #jonas hoff oftebro #jonas strand gravli #tarjei sandvik moe #thomas hayes

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jellco · 2 years

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CANDICE KING, GIF PACK

⟶ ✨ CANDICE KING, 1987 ; SUITCASE KILLER: THE MELANIE MCGUIRE STORY. candice king is white (english, swiss-romansh, french, norwegian), please cast accordingly and use appropriately. Click the SOURCE LINK to be redirected to [ 304 ] gifs. All of these gifs, including the colorings, were made from scratch and cropped at 268 x 151 by jellco. If you plan on using them or found them useful, please give this post a REBLOG !!!

YOU MAY NOT: repost, claim as your own, edit in any way, include in gif hunts, redistribute, turn them into gif icons

TRIGGER WARNINGS: domestic violence, blood, kissing, nsfw, partial nudity, weapons

#candice king #candice king gif pack #gifsociety #gifpacknetwork #fcxdirectory #thegifpackreblogs #gifpackshq #gifhunthub #white fc #female fc #english fc #swiss fc #romansh fc #french fc #norwegian fc #underused fc #gif pack

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soccer-love · 1 year

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Vilja the wing-woman

Tuva Hansen x reader

I guess Tuva and I would have never met, if Vilja hadn't been.

The brown Cockapoo dog, moved with Tuva to Munich in the winter of 2022 and while they where exploring their new neighborhood, I was walking home from work.

She was throwing Vilja’s toy and it accidentally landed right between my feet.

But the small dog didn't walk back to her owner, she picked up the toy and looked up at me.

“Hey, little one.” I say and kneel down.

“Vilja?” I hear someone shouting and look up, meeting her blue eyes.

“Bad girl.” The women says as she notices that Vilja had laid down on my shoe.

“No, she’s really cute actually.” I say and she smiles.

“I’m sorry, normally she is not that...clingy.”

“No really, it's okay, I could never be mad at someone this sweet.” I answer and softly pet Vilja between her ears.

She makes a sound, that sounds like she agrees with me.

I get up and cant help but think, that I never saw someone as beautiful as her.

“I’m sorry but I have to go home, still need to do some work.” I say and Vilja pushes her head against my leg.

“I live that way.” I add and nod towards the street behind her.

“Me too, would it be okay for you if we walk back with you?” she asks and I nod, smiling at her.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” I say as we start walking.

“Tuva and this is Vilja.”

“Nice to meet you two.” I answer and look down at Vilja who is walking between us.

After around five minutes and doing some small talk, we stop at my apartment building

“That's where I live.”, I say and Tuva nods.

“We actually live over there.” she says and points at the building, right across the street.

“Really, I never seen you two before.”

“We moved her only three weeks ago, for my work” she explains.

“Wow, you must really love your job then.” I say, I could never move for my job to a city, where I know nobody.

“Yes and I really like it here so it's not to bad I guess.”

I go down on my knees and softly pet Vilja behind her ears, before getting up and smiling at Tuva.

“It was really nice to meet you two and thanks for walking me home.” I say and she smiles back at me.

“It was really nice to meet you too.” I say, pulling my key out of my pocket and unlocking the door.

I turn back and watch Tuva walk across the street and unlock the door to her own house, I cant help but smile at my self as I walk upstairs and into my apartment.

In the next days and weeks, I meet Tuva more often.

Mostly when one of us I coming back from work or she went on walks with Vilja and sometimes I went with them and we went and grab some Coffee.

And we talked a lot.

She told me that she's from Norway and moved here to get her dream job as a pro soccer player for FC Bayern, and since her family still lives in Norway she is happy that she has Vilja with her.

And to be honest I really really like her.

Probably more than I should.

This weekend she went to Norway to visit her Family and I offered to look after Vilja.

Its Sunday evening and we are laying on the couch together, watching some movie, Vilja laid her head on my tight, while I pet her behind her ears.

“You miss you mom, don't you?” I ask and she pushes her head against my head.

“I miss her too.” I say and look over to the clock on the wall.

Tuva said that her flight lands at 8:30pm and that she need around one hour to get back from the airport.

During the end of the movie I fall asleep and only get woken up by the sound of the doorbell.

I get up and quickly open the door.

“Tuva.” I say and smile at her.

“Hello Y/N.” she answers and pulls me into her hug.

I wrap my arms around her and hold onto her, she smells good, like cinnamon and a little bit like grass but mostly like herself.

After we brake apart, I think her smile is a little bit bigger than before but maybe I’m just imagining things.

“Vilja?” she calls out but I don't her the sound of her paws on the floor, something I really have gotten used to in the last days.

“Come in.” I say and follow her into my small apartment.

Vilja is still laying on the couch and doesn’t even bother to move as Tuva walks in.

“I think someone likes it here, more than they should.” Tuva says, looking at me.

“Its okay, did you eat something for dinner?” I ask and Tuva shakes her head.

“I have some leftover pasta, if you want.” I offer while I’m already on my way into the kitchen.

While I reheat the pasta, Tuva watches me and after a couple of minutes she walks up behind me and wraps her arms around me.

“Thanks for watching over my little girl.” She says and rests her chin on my shoulder.

“Every time.” I say and lean against her.

From the door we hear a loud woof and Tuva stumbles back.

“Look who finally got up.” I say and grab the plate and a fork.

Together we sit down at the small table and I watch her eat, while Vilja climbs on the chair between us.

“How was your weekend?” I ask and watch her looking up at me.

“Good, it was great to see my family again and Bryne is still one of my favorite places.” She explains and I nod.

She tells me more about her weekend and after she finishes her dinner, I grab a bottle of wine and we move over to the couch.

“So you are telling me that everyone in your family is or was playing soccer.” I ask after she told me where she got her love for the game from.

“Nah not everyone, only my siblings and my Dad.”

“Is it hard being the youngest child?”

“Well I cant really tell you that, because I never knew it any different. I mean is it hard being an only child?” she asks back and I nod.

“Yeah, I guess there is no answer to that question.” I say and she laughs.

“Jesus, how can someone be so beautiful.” I ask myself and almost say it out loud.

At some point I catch my self staring at her lips.

“You know, I thought a lot about you, in the last days.” she says, her cheeks turning red.

“Can I try something.” she adds and I nod.

“Close your eyes, please.”

I do as told and feel her coming closer.

So close that I can feel her warmth. So close that I smell her sweet scent. So close that I feel her breath on my face.

And after what feels like eternity, I feel her lips on mine.

Softly.

And slow.

Like she's afraid to hurt me.

After a couple of seconds she notices that I don't pull I way.

I actually do the opposite.

I kiss her back.

And that gives her the confidence, to lay her hand on my cheek and to pull me closer.

I wrap my arms around her shoulder and she softly pushes me back into the couch.

“Wow.” is the only thing I can say after we brake apart, her basically laying on top of me.

“And I thought about doing this.” she says and smiles, while I get lost in the beauty of her eyes.

“I really like kissing you.”

“I really like kissing you too.” she replies and I smile back.

I feel something pushing against my shoulder and look to the side, seeing Vilja there, now that she got our attention she walks towards the door.

“What? Now you wanna go.” Tuva says and rolls her eyes.

“Hey.” I say and her attention shifts back at me.

“If she hadn’t been, we wouldn't be her.” I remind her.

Tuva nods while Vilja sits down and looks at us proudly.

“Yeah, okay.” she says and gets up. “If the princess wants to go home, then I guess we go home.”

I watch her grab her jacket and softly pet Vilja goodnight, before placing a soft kiss on her head.

I’m really gonna miss her.

“You know, if she gets a kiss, its only fair if I get one too.” Tuva says and I look up at her.

I softly grab her by her waist and pull her closer, connection our lips.

“Good night, Tuva.” I whisper, in the small space between us.

“Good night, Y/N.” she answers and opens the door.

I watch them walk down the stair before closing the door and running over to the window to watch them walk into there own house.

At the door, Tuva turns back and spots me watching them.

She blows me a kiss and I feel my cheeks burning red before she follows Vilja inside.

“Damm I’m so in love with you.” I say to myself, knowing that I miss her already.

But I know that I’m gonna see her again, soon.

And I thank god for Vilja.

I don't wanna imagine what happened, if Vilja hadn't been.

#Tuva Hansen #fc bayern frauen #fcbfrauen #fcbfrauen x reader #Tuva Hansen x reader #woso #woso x reader #womens soccer #Norwegian Women's soccer

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chelseajackarmy · 1 month

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The GuRoar

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colorsofmyseason · 1 year

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Happy birthday, Captain Ø!

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#happy birthday martin!#martin odegaard #martin ødegaard #arsenal fc #arsenal #my norwegian prince

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xxhakka · 1 year

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he truly loves us. he finally found home ❤️❤️❤️

#martin ødegaard #arsenal fc #norwegian wizard

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littlechillis · 2 years

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here is martin odegaard making a smoothie to cleanse the disappointment of today

#the cc of this vid is only in norwegian but go on youtube desktop and click auto translate to english - works like a charm 😍#martin odegaard #arsenal #arsenal fc

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uptheredslfc · 2 years

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@ LFC I DARE YOU TO SIGN HIM

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fitfootballers · 2 years

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Martin Ødegaard 🔥

#martin odegaard #arsenal #afc #norway national football team #premier league #fit footballers #photoshoot #portrait session #headshots #football #footballers #footballer #hot football players #arsenal fc #epl #norway nt #norway national team #norwegian footballer

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wallpapers4screen · 1 year

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Download wallpapers 4k, Erling Braut Haaland, goal, blue neon lights, Manchester City FC, soccer, Man City, Premier League, norwegian footballers, blue abstract background, Erling Braut Haaland Manchester City, football, Erling Braut Haaland 4K for desktop free

#4k #Erling Braut Haaland #goal #blue neon lights #Manchester City FC #soccer #Man City #Premier League #norwegian footballers #blue abstract background #Erling Braut Haaland Manchester City #football #Erling Braut Haaland 4K

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highschoolarchetypefc · 1 year

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ULRIKKE FALCH as vilde lien hellerud in SKAM (2015-2017)

#ulrikke falch #teen fc #teen faceclaim #fc find #high school fc #faceclaim #faceclaim find #highschool faceclaim #girl #norwegian #blonde hair #blue eyes #green eyes #preppy #pink #bubbly #mom friend

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youngfcs · 1 year

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[ Norwegian Female fcs ] - part 1.

Alisha Boe (1997) - Born in Norway | Somali (father’s side) and Norwegian (mother’s side) descent

Danu Sunt (1995) - Born in Norway | Norwegian (mother’s side) and Sri Lankan (father’s side) descent

Emma Bones (1999) - Born in Norway

Iman Meskini (1997) - Born in Norway | Norwegian (mother’s side) and Tunisian (father’s side) descent

Josefine Frida Pettersen (1996) - Born in Norway

Kristine Frøseth (1996) - Born in New Jersey, U.S.A. | Norwegian descent

Eili Harboe (1994) - Born in Norway

Thea Sofie Loch Næss (1996) - Born in Norway

Ulrikke Falch (1996) - Born in Norway

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magdasabs · 2 years

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Love how much they are leaning into having Scandis 😅

https://twitter.com/EvertonWomen/status/1565435327166169089

every time they embrace their scandi fc identity, they make me love them a little bit more

#now announce the norwegian so I can brag it's a true scandi fc #right now it's just a swe-den fc

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totaly-obsessed · 5 months

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Omg omg omg i have an idea

r is the team baby and mapi is like a big sister to her

it’s gameday and mapi always braids readers hair before a match, but with mapis injury, she can’t do it. So Aitana takes the role of being your big sister and helps you with everything,

Changes

Barcelona Femení x reader request

-> With Mapi injured, your usual plan gets changed

-> Very short! I hope you like it - was very fun to throw something quick and small together

-> Little pt.2 - On the Road

➳ Masterlist

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It was weird.

Ever since joining the team last season, Mapi had been a constant in your everyday life, and one day to the next, she was gone. She didn’t die, duh, but she was injured. And while a lot of people on the team injured themselves or sometimes just had to sit out – never Mapi.

She had taken you under her wing as soon as she saw you, but her plan of making you her accomplice didn’t work, as you were much too introverted to embarrass yourself in public like she intended to do.

Ingrid had always just scoffed at her girlfriend whenever she had sent you on a wild goose chase for something completely made up, while Maria would laugh at you. The Norwegian was always quick to solve the mysteries, pressing soft kisses on your forehead whenever you got annoyed, ignoring her girlfriend until she stopped.

While everyone on the team was great friends, even a family, the relationship between you and Mapi was just different and everybody knew that – which is also why everybody could see just how much it affected you that your favorite defender wasn’t there. Especially when you were in the starting eleven.

Ingrid had religiously been updating her girlfriend, reassuring her that you were in fact totally fine and not freaking out. But you weren’t fine.

The girls tried to help where they could – Lucy and Keira had picked you up from home, Pina sat next to you on the bus (Patri and Ona behind you, making for a very funny ride), Jana and Bruna had made you a new playlist that you were all listening to and Alexia did what she did best – she observed and helped when needed.

In the changing room, most things took their natural course as every girl had their slightly different routine and needs before a game.

You were so incredibly nervous. Making the starting eleven was big, especially for a club like Barcelona, but the team for the day was quite experienced, calming you down just a little. Esme looked just as nervous as you, she was a striker alongside you, making for a very young frontline.

Aitana saw you brushing your hair again and again and again, just to do absolutely nothing with it, just patting your own head in a calming manner. After three minutes she took pity – remembering that your older sister figure wasn’t there.

“No need to rip out hair Cari. Let me do it.”

The entire team had affectionally started to call you Cari in your first season – it was short for cariño, and you loved it.

As still as humanly possible you sat in your cubby, letting the ballon d'or winner do her thing, sometimes handing her a brush, a ponytail holder, or a bobby pin.

“I can’t do it like Maria, so I did something else. Do you like it, Cari?” She indeed had done a different hairstyle, but it was still braided out of your face and it looked cute.

“It’s perfect Tana, thank you!” The brunette couldn’t help but smile, seeing you come to life just a little more after such a simple action from her. In thanks you kissed her cheek, squeaking when Sandra poked you into your side, making all three of you laugh.

“Let me help you with your shirt.” The goalkeeper didn’t even wait for an answer, helping you tuck your shirt inside of the shorts – just like Mapi would do for you. “Thank you!”

Now you felt much more prepared and ready to take on FC Rosengård.

Walking in, instead of a mascot's hands you were holding Lucy’s who smiled at you so brightly that you couldn’t be sad anymore. “You’ll do her proud kid – don’t worry.”

The Brit had indeed been right. Mapi had been close to tears sitting next to Frido in the stands, as you scored an amazing goal in the second half, dedicating it to her, as you sprinted over to where they sat, pressing a kiss to your palm, and practically throwing it at her.

“Look at my sister!”

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso #woso imagines #barca femeni #barca femeni x reader #barcelona femeni x reader #aitana bonmati #aitana bonmati x reader

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lovestenius · 25 days

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New girl

Guro reiten x Kerr!reader

A/N - another short one sorry guys.. but lmk what you think and drop some requests please!! :)

The Chelsea Football Club training facility buzzed with energy as players and staff prepared for another day of intense workouts and practice sessions.

Among them was you, the younger sister of the renowned Australian football star, Sam Kerr. Unlike your sister, who had made her mark on the pitch, you had recently joined Chelsea as a physiotherapist, eager to contribute to the team's success in your own way.

As you stepped onto the training ground, you were met with warm smiles and greetings from your sister and her teammates. It was a relief to see that

Your presence was welcomed by the tight-knit group, despite your initial nerves about joining the club.

However, amidst the familiar faces, one certain brunette caught your eye - Guro Reiten, the confident and pretty Norwegian footballer who had become a standout player for Chelsea FC. When she approached you and shook your hand, a rush of nerves washed over you, leaving you momentarily speechless.

"Nice to meet you!" Guro said with a friendly smile, her dark green eyes sparkling with warmth.

You managed to stammer out a response, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment. From that moment on, Guro seemed to seek you out during training sessions, always finding an excuse to strike up a conversation or offer a playful wink.

As days turned into weeks, you and Guro developed a close friendship, with her endearing personality and easy charm putting you at ease. She was always there to offer a listening ear or a friendly joke, and you found yourself looking forward to your interactions with her more and more.

You suspected the feelings you felt towards her were more than just anxiety, you thought she was amazingly beautiful and intimidating, you immediately rid this thought from your head, swearing to not tell anyone about your newfound feelings.

One evening, your sister Sam suggested having a team bonding night at your house, and you hesitantly agreed, your shy nature not liking the idea of so many people in your space. As the players gathered to watch a movie, you found yourself sitting next to Guro, your arms and thighs pressed together, the warmth of her presence sending a flutter of excitement through you.

As the movie progressed, you felt your eyelids growing heavy, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to you.

Without thinking, you leaned against Guro's shoulder, finding comfort in the solid warmth of her body.

-

When you woke up, you realized you were nestled in Guro's lap, her fingers gently stroking your hair as you slept.

Blushing furiously, you started to apologize, but Guro silenced you with a soft smile.

"It's okay," she said, her voice warm and reassuring. "I enjoyed having you there."

Before you could respond, Guro leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, leaving you speechless and incredibly flustered. You lifted your hand to your cheek, touching the place where she kissed, your cheek hot to the touch from embarrassment.

-

The next morning, as you made your way to training, you couldn't shake the memory of Guro's kiss. Your heart raced with anticipation as you approached in the physio room, nerves tingling with uncertainty.

"I'm sorry for falling asleep on you again," you blurted out, your words tumbling out in a rush. "I hope you don't hate me now." you whispered.

“It’s fine, I promise, stop overthinking kjæreste” Guro said sincerely, but let out a giggle at your seriousness.

“But I really am I pro-“ You started again, Guro's response was unexpected.

Without a word, she closed the distance between you, cutting you off. Her lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. You melted into her embrace, feeling her hands run over your body, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine.

She deepened the kiss, you desperately trying to keep up with the rapid movement of her lips. You knew that people said when you kiss for the first time, it feels like fireworks. But thats not what this felt like, it didn’t feel like magic or sparks, it just felt right. Your lips fit perfectly against Guros and all you could think is how right it felt, like you were perfectly molded for eachother.

Your thoughts were cut off quickly, you gasped as her strong arms gripped your thighs and lifted you up, seating you on the physio bed. You felt her slot herself in between your legs, groaning when she moved her hands to your backside, squeezing your ass with both of her hands.

As she pulled away, a mischievous glint danced in her eyes. "Are you free later?" she asked, her voice husky with desire.

You nodded, unable to form a coherent response as she walked away, leaving you breathless and eager for what the future held.

#guro reiten #guro reiten x reader #woso x reader #woso imagines #woso community #woso fanfics

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xxhakka · 2 years

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our norwegian ballers scored today ❤️❤️

#norwegian supremacy #frida maanum #martin ødegaard #arsenal fc

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