#cole palmer x you

[pedriache]

Hi! Would it be possible to request fluff with Cole Palmer, like a lazy morning in bed when he doesn't have training and then getting up to make breakfast together? I love your work sm

Mornings like this — Cole Palmer.

Pairing: Cole Palmer x Fem!Reader

Summary: You loved when Cole didn’t have training. It meant you got to have a normal day together, doing normal things like cook breakfast together without needing to rush.

Word count: 620+

Disclaimer/s: Fluffy + banter !

A/N: I’m finally going through my reqs heyyy

Sun seeping through your curtains had to be the most annoying thing. On Cole’s rare day off, you two liked to sleep in, but the sun had a vendetta against you, clearly. Your boyfriend shifted behind you with a groan, nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck.

“How many times do I have to beg you to get blackout curtains?” He grumbles, his voice raspy with sleep.

A small breath of laughter escapes your lips. “Baby, if you want them so bad, you can buy them.”

Cole’s eyes fluttered open, an amused grin on his lips when his eyes met yours. “Fine. Today, we go get them today.”

Shuffling around to face him, you nod in agreement. “Breakfast first though. Are we in the mood for anything specific? I would kill for Belgian waffles.”

“Do we have flour?” Cole quirks an eyebrow, “because if we do, then we can make some, but I want bacon.”

“Bacon and waffles is an odd combo, but i’m so down.” You sit up, stretching your arms and back. “Okay, I need to go to the bathroom first, i’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

The man nods, climbing out of bed alongside you. He goes to place a kiss on your lips, but you dodge him. “Oh.. we need to brush our teeth first.”

His lips purse and he has to suppress a groan, but nods in agreement anyways. So instead of making his way to the kitchen, he follows you to the bathroom.

After your morning routine was done and you both make your way into the kitchen, you begin preparing for breakfast cooking. You both move in slow motion, too tired to make a hasty breakfast like you usually would on his training days.

“Pass me the measuring cups?” You sigh, putting your hand out patiently.

Cole steps away from the stove where he was making his bacon to grab the cups. Handing them to you, he goes back to where he was previously.

Your phone was connected to a speaker, playing soft tunes while the two of you cooked. “Ay, can I have a drink?”

Your lips pull into a frown. You’d just poured the perfect cup of orange juice. Reluctantly, you hand your boyfriend the glass. “Don’t drink it all, Cole.” You point at his accusatorially, which he feigns offense at before taking two large gulps just in spite.

You gasp, resisting the urge to lunge at him. “Hey! What did I say? You’re such a—“

“Woah!” He laughs, “watch it!”

“A loving, kind, boyfriend.” You grit through a forced smile, “hand it over.” Your boyfriends laughter echoed throughout the kitchen as he hands you the now half empty cup.

Once breakfast had been made, you two sit down at the table across from each other. “So, we go get curtains at around one, and then stop at the new café down the road? I want to try it, your sister said it’s amazing.”

Cole hums, “after that can we stop by the mall? I want to get a new hoodie.”

“You have like—five thousand. Why do you need another?” Your lip curls into a teasing grin.

“Yeah, and so why is my closet empty? Oh, should we go take a peek in yours?” He shoots back. Your smug look falters. Well. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Oh, shut up.” You huff. “New hoodie, got it.”

The rest of the morning goes smoothly, both of you showering and getting ready for the day at a snails pace. You were grateful for his days off, they always made for the perfect lazy days. Plus, any extra time with Cole was time well spent, no matter how productive.

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[n0vazsq]

No surprises | Cole Palmer x Reader

pairing . . . cole palmer x photographer!reader

summary . . . It was too late. Too late to capture him, to kiss him, to keep him. And every single day since the separation, you regretted it. That lingering gaze as you looked back meant he was still there. But when it got too overwhelming, he was there to catch you.

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1.6k+

warnings . . . angst!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . havent written angst in centuries saur..... moodboard is shitty so ignore that like this man has NO good pics im sorry

. . . The stadium was alive with energy as the winning goal went into the net, the roar of the crowd almost deafening. The overhead lights shone brightly, resulting in a harsh glow over the field as the fans cheered on the team, the air filled with excitment.

Hurriedly, you grabbed the massive camera sat next to you as you prepared to run to the field. The smell of the grass invaded your nostrils as distant sounds of the commentators rang through your ear, the pulse of adrenaline pumping in your veins as you set foot on the pitch.

Weaving through the crowd to get to the centre was a tough mission, making you constantly bump into others; partially because of your eagerness, and partially because of the hoard of people gathered there.

Finally, after a few minutes, you made it to the centre of the pitch, where all the players were gathered, posing for the cameras or celebrating with each other.

It all seemed magical; the noise of the fans, the shouts of the players, the joy from the coaches. You knew you didn't want to be in any other place right now. This felt right, this felt like home.

People were scattered throughout the pitch, some still celebrating, others catching their breath, their voices echoing as they shouted to one another. The smell of the grass mixed with the faint scent of sweat in the cool evening air, creating a strange calm amidst the chaos.

Your camera clicked away, capturing the moments, but your focus never truly wavered. You knew exactly who you were looking for. The crowd around you began to thin, the players shifting in position as they moved for the next round of photos.

And then, without catching yourself, your eyes quickly scanned the field out of instinct. Searching for his.

Cole's.

You could have stopped, could have torn your gaze away and focused on continuing on taking pictures of the other players. You could've totally ignored his presence, pretending that he didn't exist. But no.

As if time slowed down, yours eyes were greeted with his. You didn't want to notice it, you really didn't, but you couldn't help but note the way his eyes glinted under the stadium lights. The sight of him made your heart flutter, but it was fleeting, almost like a dream you could never quite hold onto.

Anticipation filled your chest, at the thought that maybe Cole felt the same way. Maybe you two were thinking the same thing. That there was a homuncular percentage that his eyes were searching for yours, like you were with his.

You held your breath, heart pounding inside your chest. He still hasn't looked away, the hope and anticipation grew larger. You could just-

Cole tore his eyes away, and the moment was gone.

Just like that.

He didn’t look back, his focus shifting elsewhere as he started to walk across the field. The familiar sense of being invisible settled over you like a heavy weight.

And then, just as your heart began to sink, he brushed past you, his shoulder barely grazing yours. The touch was brief, and you could've swore that he hesitated, as if a ghost of his hand came over yours. But then he continued walking, leaving you there. Your chest stung with pain, stomach already by your feet.

That touch; a small, unconscious act to people, but what felt like a secret connection to you, now nothing more than an afterthought.

He moved towards a family member, arms opening wide for a hug. You stood there, camera in hand, and watched as he embraced them, his attention fully on someone else, leaving you to fight the growing lump in your throat.

The smile on his face brought back memories; heavy, deep memories that you've kept buried in the back of your mind. Now, they were resurfacing, the remnants of your heart shattering piece by piece.

He was now posing for the other photographers, acting like you weren't even there, like you didn't exist to him.

Once, you were the only one getting those special pictures of him. You were the only one who would see that side of him. The one person he went out of his way to get good pictures for.

"Cole! Stay still!" You grinned widely, the cold winter wind biting at your cheeks. Cole's laughter rang out as he shifted from one foot to the other, trying to dodge the camera's lens.

The snow crunched beneath his boots, but he was still a blur of motion, making it impossible to get a clear shot.

"How am I supposed to stay still with you acting like this?" he teased, his voice warm despite the chill in the air.

You rolled your eyes playfully, tightening your grip on the camera. "You're impossible," you muttered, but your smile couldn't hide the fondness that came up whenever he acted like this.

Cole grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Come on, just one good picture, and I'll stop moving."

You focused the lens, watching him settle into an exaggerated pose, his usual grin wide and careless. The wind blew through his hair, and for a moment, everything around you seemed to fade. It was just him; looking at you like you held the entire world in your hands.

Your hands tightened around your camera as the memory played like a movie in your brain. And then suddenly, everything came crashing down; the stolen kisses between shots, the way he'd briefly brush his hand against yours, the little comments whispered as you worked, the glances mid game.

Those things all held a deep place in your heart. And now they were gone.

Gone because your busy schedules pulled you apart, because it wasn't fair to hold onto something that was slipping away. He was always traveling for games, and you had your own commitments. Late night calls turned into unread messages. The time you spent together shrank until there was nothing left.

Deep down, neither of you truly wanted to let go. He told you it was for the best. That it wouldn’t hurt as much this way.

But standing there, watching him ignore you like a stranger, you wonder if he really meant it, or if he just got better at pretending.

Regret seeped into your veins, like the venom of a snake that struck its teeth into your skin. You should've taken more photos of him when you had the chance; the realisation had you clutching your camera tightly, fingers wrapping around it like a python strangling its prey. You wished you had a thousand more moments frozen in time.

The crowd almost felt distant now, the stadium was too big, too overwhelming. Your head spun slightly, and someone bumped into you, almost knocking you off balance.

The click of the camera felt empty now, like capturing moments that no longer belonged to you. You should’ve taken more pictures back then. Maybe if you had, you wouldn’t feel like everything was slipping through your fingers now.

Exhaustion washed over you like a rain shower, causing you to feel slightly nauseous. Everything felt too much; the lights were too bright, the cheering was too loud, the moving crowd making your head spin. You felt a major imbalance wash over your body.

The feeling intensifies when you see him there, standing between the crowd, somehow catching your attention even though he was just another figure. It was too overwhelming. Everything felt weird, your vision blurred and your head spinning like a carousel.

Suddenly, as if a switch had flipped, your knees give up from under you. Your breath caught in your throat, closing your eyes, the drowsiness and nausea getting too much. You braced yourself to hit the ground, but instead, you fell into something else.

You opened your eyes, instantly regretting your decision as they opened to the blinding lights. Cole was standing next to you, hands gripping your shoulders and waist to keep you from falling. He blinked, eyes scanning your face for any hint of injury.

Even though he acted distant, he still cared for you. His immediate instinct was to catch you, having watched you struggle to stand up straight for the past few minutes. As soon as your knees buckled, he rushed over, gribbing your upper body to make sure you didn't fall.

His touch felt grounding, like something familiar in the midst of chaos. He hesitated for a second, then let go of you, but not before making sure you could stand up on your own.

Cole noticed your pale face, but he forced himself to step back. He wanted to make sure that you were okay, but he also didn't let himself linger too long. Finally, he spoke, his words sharp and sudden.

"I have to leave."

You shouldn't have been surprised, but it felt like a stab to your heart. It felt like he was forcing himself to create distance again.

He handed you a water bottle, giving you one last stare before he left. He didn't even give you a chance to talk, a chance to say anything.

As you gulped the water, the dizziness faded, but the emotions were still there. It felt like the moment left a deeper mark than just physical exhaustion, it left a big, deep cut right across your heart. The contrast from how grounded you felt when he was holding you and now was almost inconceivable.

And then, as you turned to leave the field, you felt a pair of eyes watching you. His. You didn't look up, didn't glance around to see where he was.

Instead, you took a deep breath and left the pitch, leaving everything that happened behind. As you entered the stadium floor, you looked back and saw him watching, eyes never leaving yours.

Your phone rang, the vibration snapping you out of the moment. You grabbed it, checking the caller ID.

Cole

Maybe this wasn’t the end. Maybe it was.

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[insidekatmind]

A Rainy Night and a Game of Truth or Dare~ Jadon Sancho

Request: yes!

The storm outside howled as rain lashed against the windows of Sancho's house. Inside, the living room was warm and filled with laughter, snacks scattered across the coffee table, and a group of friends gathered in a circle on the floor.

Someone — probably Noni, with his wild ideas — had suggested they play Truth or Dare to spice up the night. The game had been harmless fun at first, with silly dares and embarrassing truths. But things took an unexpected turn when someone pulled out a bottle to make the dares more interesting.

Sancho's friend, Cole, spun the bottle with a mischievous grin. It whirled and twirled, capturing everyone's attention until it finally slowed… and stopped.

It pointed directly at you and Sancho.

A chorus of gasps and giggles erupted from the group.

"Alright, here’s the dare," Cole announced, her eyes gleaming. "You two… ten minutes in the closet. Together."

Sancho immediately shot up from his spot on the floor. "Nah, am I seriously going to have to stay here with her?"

His friends laughed, blocking his escape. Noni stepped in front of the door, arms spread wide. "Oh no, Sancho. Rules are rules. You know that!"

"But this is stupid!" Sancho groaned. He turned toward you, as if seeking an ally. But you just shrugged, amused by how desperate he looked.

"Come on, Sancho," Cole tased. "What’s the worst that could happen? It’s only ten minutes."

Realizing he had no way out, Sancho sighed heavily and ran a hand through his messy hair. "Fine."

His friends cheered as they opened the closet door. Sancho stepped inside reluctantly, and you followed. The door closed behind you with a soft click, cutting off the laughter from outside.

The closet was dark and cramped, filled with the scent of cedar wood and faint traces of cologne from Sancho’s jackets. He leaned against one wall, arms crossed over his chest, staring at you with an unreadable expression.

"So… what do we do now?" he mumbled.

You shrugged again, leaning back against the opposite wall. "I don’t know. You’re the one who wanted to leave so badly. Why don’t you come up with something?"

He rolls his eyes, sighing and trying to think of something to do* "I’m bored." Sancho mumbled, looking around and then back at you.

"Isn’t there something we can do to get the time to go faster?" he crosses his arms again, looking away from you and looking at the ceiling

"What do you want to do?"

Sancho looks back at you, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and looking at you with a sarcastic smile on his face

"What do you think I want to do?" He looked you up and down, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know, I'm not in your brain" you say sarcastically

Jadon chuckles, still looking at you, his eyes on you as he takes a step towards you and slowly starts approaching you, looking at you smugly

"You don’t even have a hint of what I want?"

He continued to approach you, getting closer and closer

he smirks, now right in front of you, so close that your bodies are almost touching. He continues to smirk, looking down at you and leaning in a bit closer

"I think you should." he responds, still with the same smirk.

the smirk was still on his face as he leaned even closer to you, until he’s almost pinning you to the wall. He looked you up and down, still with his smirk, his body almost on yours

"Don’t you even have a guess?" He asks again, his smirk still on his face

"should I?" you tease him. Jadon lets out a laugh, his smirk widening, looking at you with a gleam in his eyes and leaning in ever closer, so close that one of his hands reaches out, gently holding onto your waist

"You’re very good at teasing, aren’t you?"

He lets out a laugh, his smirk widening, looking at you with a gleam in his eyes and leaning in ever closer, so close that one of his hands reaches out, gently holding onto your waist*

"You’re very good at teasing, aren’t you?"

"maybe" you look at him amused. Jadonlaughs, looking you up and down again and then back at your eyes, a slight smirk still on his face and one of his hands still on your waist

"You are definitely very good at teasing, princess." he says amusedly.

Jadon slowly, very slowly, began to start closing the distance between your bodies, pressing himself a bit more against you, both of his hands on your waist now

"You know, you look very cute when you tease me like that." you get closer to him

Jadon laughs again, his smirk widening as he feels your body against his. He looks down at you, his hands on your hips, pushing himself against you, his body flush against yours

"You’re cute, you know that?" He says amused

Jadon looks down at you, his smirk turning into a slight, soft smile, his hands still on your hips and his body pushed against you.

"You’re adorable, princess." he responds, his voice slightly quieter now, looking at your face and his eyes traveling down.

His hands slowly start to move up your body, from your hips to your back, his eyes following them as they go up.

"You know, we still have a few minutes left."

"So why don't we make the most of them?" .he laughs, looking at you with a sly smirk, his eyebrows raised. He leans in, his face getting closer to yours, his hands moving to your hips again, gently gripping them

"Oh, I like the sound of that."

Jadon laughs, looking at you with a sly smirk, his eyebrows raised. He leans in, his face getting closer to yours, his hands moving to your hips again, gently gripping them

"Oh, I like the sound of that." He moves closer to your face, his nose almost touching yours, his lips close to your ear. He whispers in your ear softly

"How about we make these last few minutes the most interesting minutes of this game? He laughs softly

"I'd be happy" you whisper. Sancho responds by getting even closer to your face, his nose almost touching yours. He chuckles, his eyes darting down to your lips before going back to your eyes, a smirk on his face

"Do you think you can handle that, princess?" "Try me"

Jadon laughs again, amused by your response. He looks at you with a smile on his face, a bit of a challenge on his eyes.

"You’re playing with fire, princess." He says quietly. He moves his hands to your hips again, gripping them, his face still close to yours, his lips just inches away, his smirk growing

"You’re being bold, princess. Am I rubbing off on you?"

"go on" you whisper. He lets out a laugh, amused by your response and your boldness. He moves a bit closer towards you, closing what little distance is left between your bodies and gently gripping your hips, his face now only inches away from yours

"Oh, I think I definitely am rubbing off on you, princess."

Jadon moves one of his hands up to your face, gently tucking a lock of hair behind your ear and his other hand still on your hip. He looks down at you, his smirk ever so slightly growing

"You know, I kind of like this bold version of you, princess."

you look at him mischievously and stroke his hair. Jadon lets out a low chuckle, amused by the feeling of you stroking his hair. He leans in a bit more, his lips just a few millimeters away from yours

"Are you getting cocky all of a sudden?" he asks, his smirk still ever-present.

smile and kiss him. He freezes for a second as you kiss him, surprised by your boldness for a moment, but he immediately kisses you back, his hands moving from your hips to your face, gently cupping your face as he kisses you back.

Jadon pulls away, breaking the kiss for a moment so that he can look at your face, a smile on his face, his hands still on your face, gently cupping it

"You're being very daring today, princess." He says, his voice low and soft.

"and you like this" you say mischievously. He laughs, looking at you and still with a bit of a smirk

"Oh yeah, I definitely like this new you." he moves his hands from your face back to your hips, gently gripping them again.

Jadon laughs, looking at you and still with a bit of a smirk"Oh yeah, I definitely like this new you."

He moves his hands from your face back to your hips, gently gripping them again.

"I could say the same thing" you whisper and suck his bottom lip. Jadon lets out a low chuckle, amused by your response, but still trying to maintain his demeanor. A slight shiver runs through his body as you gently suck on his bottom lip, the sensation sending a pleasant feeling through him

"Careful, princess. You're really getting bold."

smile and kiss his jaw. He shivers slightly as you kiss his jaw, the feeling of your lips on his skin sending a bolt of electricity through him. He closes his eyes for a moment, before opening them again to look at you.

"You’re making this really difficult for me to be this whole nonchalant, arrogant thing, you know that?"

Jadon lets out a laugh, trying to maintain his smirk while at the same time trying to hide the effect you’re having on him, his hands gripping your hips a bit tighter

"You don’t realize how hard you’re making it for me to keep up the whole ‘sarcastic, nonchalant’ act. You’re making it really difficult for me to not just-“

He breaks off mid sentence, cutting himself off before he said something incriminating

"just?" you whisper seductively. Jadon freezes for a second again as you say that, a shiver running through his body at the tone of your voice. He pauses for a moment before answering, a hint of a smirk on his face

"Just shut you up. In the best way possible." he responds jokingly, his tone clearly masking a bit of desire.

You look at him seductively and move closer to him "I don't think so".

He laughs softly, clearly noticing that you’re trying to get a reaction from him. He looks at you with a smirk, his eyes running over your face

"Don’t you? You should be careful, princess. You’re making this really hard for me to control myself around you."

Jadon looks at you for a moment, his eyes looking down at your face before gently gripping your hips, pulling you a bit closer to him. He looks at you, his eyes holding something like a challenge in them

"Are you trying to drive me crazy?” he mutters looking at you

"Yes" you respond with a little smile

He lets out a soft laugh, his eyes still looking into yours. The look on his face is a mix of amusement and a bit of frustration, his hands still on your hips

"You’re doing a damn good job at it. And you know exactly what you’re doing too, don’t you princess?"

Jadon moves a little closer to you again, his body almost flush against yours, his hands gripping your hips a bit tighter

"You’re really testing my limits, princess. You’re really pushing it.”

you smile and kiss his jaw "time is running out"

Jadon shivers a bit as you kiss his jaw, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again to look at you. There’s a mixture of desire and irritation in his eyes, and he lets out a slight laugh

"Oh, you’re just trying to provoke me at this point, aren’t you? Teasing me and pushing my buttons."

You go down to his neck and kiss him .

Jadon closes his eyes again as you move to his neck, your lips on his skin sending a jolt through him, a low, almost involuntary moan escaping his lips, which he quickly tries to cover up but fails

"You’re making this hard. So damn hard. You know that, don’t you? You know what you’re doing to me.”

"maybe" you tease him and give him a hickey. Time's up and you're out of the closet

Jadon lets out a soft curse as you give him a hickey, shutting his eyes for a moment and letting out a soft, very quiet, moan. He slowly opens his eyes, looking at you with a look that looks a bit like a combination of irritation and desire*

"Damn it, princess. You���re gonna get yourself in trouble if you keep that up."

He lets out a frustrated but amused laugh, running his hand through his hair and looking at you with an expression of slight anger but clear desire in his eyes, frustrated and a bit annoyed that you got the best of him

"Yeah, the game is over. You’re going to be the death of me, you know that princess?"

You came out of the closet and your friends Noni and Cole they were watching you. Sancho follows you out of the closet, coming face to face with Noni and Cole, who are both looking between the two of you, a very clear look of amusement on both of their faces.

He tries to maintain his demeanor, his usual cocky and nonchalant expression crossing his face, but it’s clear that he’s a bit worked up. HIs friends are clearly enjoying this, giving him looks that say ‘nice job, dude.’ Noni looks at you and then looks at him, her expression screaming the words ‘oh, you’re so screwed.’ Cole looks amused, and gives the two of you a look that clearly says ‘oooooh, trouble.’

Sancho tries to play it off, rolling his eyes and giving them a look that says ‘knock it off.’ The two of them continue to look very amused, Noni laughing quietly to herself, and Cole giving him a smirk

[footballerimaginess]

Interviewer

hi!! I saw your requests are open and I was hoping you could write a fic for Cole Palmer. Maybe one where reader goes to one of the euros games and celebrates with him after. Or maybe one where reader sports journalist/interviewer in a secret relationship with Cole and they have an interview together or something like that. Have a good day/ night! Word Count: 546 England were through to the final after a 2-1 win in the 90th minute against the Netherlands. Working as a sports journalist for BBC, you were lucky enough to be pitch side to interview the players.

"Hi" you whispered as you watched Cole walk towards you, he had the biggest smile on his face after he assisted the winning goal. The relationship was a year in and had moved to Chelsea with Cole, you had randomly met at a festival and clicked from there. You smiled as he stood in front of you with Ollie as you interviewed them. "Good luck boys" you gave your congratulations to the boys as you finished taking some photos and videos for your social media account. Once you had finished up pitch side, you headed upstairs in the lounge to go and edit everything., As you made your way down the tunnel, you heard someone shout your name as you span around and saw Cole running towards you. "Hey, what are you doing here? you are going to get caught" you laughed. "I don't care, people are going to know about us eventually. We can't hide us forever and I don't want to hide you, us" Cole smiled as he put a piece of hair behind your ear. "Oh yes okay, that makes sense. We need to still be careful though, I don't want you getting in any trouble being here though" you told Cole. "No babe it is fine, we are all seeing our families. So we are very much allowed to be down here. Nobody is here, what are you so afraid of? It is just me" Cole whispered as he pressed a kiss on your cheek. "I'm not afraid, I don't want to get caught but I feel like a naughty little school girl hiding away from my parents" you nervously giggled as you leaned in and kissed him on the lips. "COLEY, what? who do we have here?" you turned around and saw his team mates walking up the tunnel. "Shit" you muttered under your breath as you watched the boys walk towards you both. "Hmm so you aren't as single as you made out" Conor laughed. "Shh boys, nobody knows about us yet. This is y/n, she works for BBC doing all the interviews." Cole smiled, looking down at you as you met each other's eyes. "Oh right, really are we just hiding your relationship or you scared that people will find out" Marc said as you both nodded. "Well we were keeping it secret for a while, but I guess people can find out soon" you suggested. "Come on then" you nodded as you took Cole's hand as you headed back out onto the pitch as you felt all eyes were on you as you stood with Cole and his family. Luckily for you that you had already met his family a fair amount of times since being together, so you were grateful that you had someone that knew about you both. "This feels odd, us two" you muttered as you cuddled into him. "Ahh it is okay, nobody needs to know about anything. You are allowed to be up here with me so that is all okay?" Cole kissed your cheek gently.

[tomsparkyr]

heyyyy uh can someone req some stuff pls! i’m thinking footballers / stiles stilinski? need to write some more !! love u all xxx

[chelseajackarmy]

[captainreecejames]

Tale As Old As Time || My Ex is a Footballer OB38 Edition

links [masterlist] [my ex series masterlist]

summary you have a best friend and a boyfriend, too bad you're in love with the wrong one

pairings ex!cole palmer x reader, ollie bearman x reader

warnings cursing, hate to yn,

notes this was born because i realized that I hadn't written the classic friends to lover trope so here you guys go! also the next one will be george because I've had that one in the drafts forEVER so I want to get it out there for everyone!

july 2023

september 2023

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ynusername Ollie that's 3 wins this season!!! I'm so freaking proud of you but here's a reminder of what you looked like to keep you level headed

olliebearman did you really need to post that last one? ↳ ynusername yes bearboy

kimiantonelli 😃😃 ↳ ynusername be careful kimi

username1 ugh, i love their friendship! ↳ username2 yeah... friendship ↳ username1 she's got a boyfriend that's not Ollie ↳ username2 doesn't mean she isn't in love with ollie and playing with the new guys feelings

December 2023

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ynusername dates out with you

username11 so she goes out with ollie the night before and now her man... yn they could never make me like you ↳ username12 for real!!! that was clearly a date with ollie last night so she had to post with this mystery man

olliebearman does cole let you win like me? ↳ colepalmer nah mate ↳ colepalmer oh fuck ↳ olliebearman oh fuck ↳ ynusername you both are idiots

username13 COLE PALMER IS DATING YN LN????? ↳ username14 did not have that on my bingo card for 2023 ↳ username13 seriously does she go around collecting sports prodigies?

username15 wait, ollie lets her win in chess? (pouty face) ↳ username16 ollie bearman plays chess????? ↳ olliebearman only with yn ↳ ynusername and contrary to popular belief he only let me win once

username17 not ollie exposing yn and cole ↳ username18 and cole had to really back it up by commenting ↳ username17 if Ollie had just deleted his comment none of this would have happened and we'd still be speculating

january 2024

ynusername posted a story -----

march 2024

ynusername posted -------

liked by scuderiaferrari, charles_leclerc and others

ynusername HOLY FUCKING SHIT YOUVE JUST HAD YOURR FIRAT FORMULA ONE RACE AND YOU SCORED POINTS! I'm so proud of you and this whirlwind of a weekend. Nowhere I'd rather be than supporting you here.

username20 oH MY GOD YN JUST ADMIT YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH HIM!! ↳ username21 that hand holding picture???? that is not just best friends i am sorry

olliebearman thank you so much for flying out on such short notice YN! ↳ ynusername you know i had to when you're dad called me!

charles_leclerc congrats again to ollie ↳ ynusername charles!! you were amazing as well

carlossainz55 where's my appreciation? ↳ ynusername thank you carlos for getting appendicitis and then needing it removed so ollie could make his f1 debut and also thank you for showing him around ↳ carlossainz55 you're welcome!

kimiantonelli well done to Ollie, and you yn for surviving that race ↳ ynusername it was hard but I had david with me to help ↳ kimiantonelli ahhh, love david

username22 she really flew out on saturday to be there? yn please

username23 need cole palmer to realize that she really doesn't care about him

June and July 2024

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liked by premaracing, scuderiaferrari and others

ynusername monza!!!!! featuring some race winners and prema racing or one direction, couldn't be sure

username30 not yn being online enough to know about one direction prema racing>>>> ↳ ynusername i sent that tweet to ollie, it makes me laugh every time

username31 the hand heart??? yn we know what you are ↳ username32 yeah but also she loves charles so idc she can do no wrong now

username33 at least we know that her and cole aren't together anymore

username34 yn magnussen got a race ban!!! is ollie gonna take his seat? ↳ ynusername oh kmags, the fia is just silencing him cause he's too good

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ynusername ollie once again I'm so proud of you! and back in the points as well! couldn't be prouder to call you my best friend and boyfriend

username40 WHAT THE FUCK WE GOT A OLLIEYN CONFIRMATION??

ynusername also you raced alongside lewis hamilton can you get me an autograph? username41 you know what?? she's part of cultLH and I'm gonna defend her forever now

ynusername shout out to kmags for the race ban but I'm gonna miss you next year

username42 OLLIE ACKNOWLEDGE YOUR GIRLFRIEND!!! olliebearman

olliebearman i love you yn, and I'll get you that lewis hat don't worry ynusername best fucking boyfriend ever

francolapinto LEWIS ↳ ynusername LEWIS!!!!! ↳ olliebearman LEWIS!!!!!!!!! ↳ username43 your honor i love them all

[judecole]

caught on film. cp20

pairing: you x cole palmer

summery: you’re a famous retired footballers daughter and have been dating cole for a few months. the media hasn’t caught on to your relationship just yet but your appearance at the euros final in a certain players shirt causes quite the stir.

word count: 2114

authors note: idk

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.

You’re not exactly sure what you did in your past life to end up here, in this beautiful grand hotel in central Berlin. Despite your luxurious lifestyle, being born with a silver spoon in your mouth and having everything you ever wanted, you never took a single thing for granted. The hotel foyer is vast and grand, great marble columns dwarfing everyone in sight and traditional historic paintings in huge gold frames hanging on every wall. It’s beautiful. You stay in these kinds of hotels regularly but they never cease to amaze you. Your family PA is checking you and your family into the hotel as the several concierges begin collecting your luggage. You smile warmly at them and thank them before the manager greets you to show you to your suites. As soon as you enter your room you lay flat out on the bed, exhausted from your day travelling. You’d been flying back and forth from the UK to Germany for the last month. Any major footballing tournaments were a big deal in your family, you’ve been to pretty much every one since you were born. You can remember being a small child, wearing a shirt with your father’s name and number on the back and feeling so proud every time he stepped on the pitch. However now, things were a bit different. Your family were now invited as special guests and given all the best treatment, a private box in the stands where members of staff would meet your every need. You did truly feel blessed and very appreciative for everything your parents had done for you and your siblings.

You pull your phone out from your trouser pocket and check for any messages. Nothing. You bite your lip and open up iMessage and clicking on Cole’s name. You had been dating Cole for about six months. Things were going very well for the two of you, your parents loved him, especially your dad who was amazed by his talent on the pitch. You’d initially met him when he played at Manchester City after being invited to watch an U21’s match. You loved his laid back style and calm manor when he was playing. You smile as you remember the first time you spoke to him, all sweaty after the game. You’d gone down with your dad to congratulate the boys on their win and chatted with them. You swear you’d fallen for him right then and there, not being able to get his stupid grin out of your head. You begin typing a message to him when your younger sister walked into your room, plopping herself next to you on the bed. “You texting Cole?” She asks, a smirk on her face. She loved to wind you up about your relationship with the football player, often saying that the pair of you made her feel sick. You roll your eyes before replying, “Yeah, I’m gonna see what he’s doing after training.” You type out the message, “I know ur probably training rn but what are u doing tonight? I wanna see youuuu.’

You place your phone down on the bed and lay back, resting your head on the soft pillows. “Are you nervous about tomorrow? I hope Cole gets to play.” Your sister says, actually not being mean or sarcastic for once. “Yeah. I hope he does too.” You hear your phone ding. Picking it up, Cole’s name flashes on the screen. ‘Defo getting an early night but i can see you in the afternoon. Love ya.’ You smile at the words. You know how serious he takes his job, but he never fails to make time for you too. You text him back quickly and lay back again, smiling. “You’re so in love with him it’s gross.” Your sister playfully hits your arm causing you to slap her back.

A few hours later you’re getting ready to head to the England Squads hotel, a little trip planned by your father’s management team that conveniently lined up with your plans to meet Cole that afternoon. Your mum comes in to your room as you’re putting on some makeup and compliments your outfit, a simple pair of jeans and a top that was sent to you by a company that no doubt cost more than a night in the hotel itself. You smile and thank her, pulling her into a gentle side hug as she kisses your head. Your mum was definitely surprised when you told her about your relationship with Cole. Given your previous dating history he would never had been your type. But there was just something about him that instantly pulled you in, you still don’t know what it was to this day but you weren’t complaining.

Arriving at the squads hotel you check your hair and makeup in a compact mirror, brushing a few stray hairs into place with your nails. Your sister rolls her eyes, something that had now become the norm and makes a comment under her breath you can’t really hear. You get out the car and are greeted by some of the staff who lead you in through the hotels modern entrance. The hotel looked more like a spa than a hotel, every piece of furniture placed exactly, in a way to promote relaxation. You follow through the entrance into a board room, filled with players, staff and other prolific footballing legends and their families. You scan the crowd, looking for Cole. It doesn’t take you long as you see your dad pulling him in for a hug and patting him on the back, obviously congratulating him on reaching the finals. You grin as lock eyes with him, quickly wrapping your arms around him. He places a kiss to the top of your head, surprising you. He wasn’t the biggest fan of PDA, even the smallest things like holding hands made him panic. Maybe it was the fact you were one of the most famous people in the world which constantly occurred to him but never to you. You noticed some eyes laying on the pair of you which made you release him. You quickly returned to your professional manner and wished him good luck before finding your mum. She nudges you and gives you a cheeky smile when you reach her. “You two are silly. Why does it matter if anyone finds out?” She says. “It’s not that. I want to be public with him but not now. I want him to focus on football and I don’t want the media circus for him right now.” You say and give her a small smile. “Well that’s very thoughtful of you but make sure you’re public before Christmas because I’m not editing him out of the Instagram pictures.” She wraps an arm round you as you approach more people and chat about the final tomorrow.

Later that night after an expensive dinner in a posh restaurant near the squads hotel, you text Cole and tell him you want to see him before he goes to bed. He replies almost immediately and you ask your driver to wait outside the hotel and that you were just going to take a quick walk. You could see his tall figure on approach which made you speed up, not wanting to waste any more time not having his arms around you. “Hey.” He says softly when you reach him, extending his arms out and enveloping you in them. “Hey.” You almost whisper. “Wanna go for a walk?” You nod your head and begin walking hand in hand. It was dark now but the city of Berlin was still bustling, what with the warm weather. You walk past busy restaurants and bars packed with what you could only assume were England fans based on the noise. Cole squeezes your hand every so often, he can feel his palms become clammy when you look up at him. He still couldn’t believe his luck. After the first time he met you he couldn’t get you out of his mind. He was glad you made the first move though, otherwise you probably wouldn’t have been in this position now. Once you reach somewhere quieter Cole lets go of your hand and wraps his arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your temple at the same time. “Are you nervous about tomorrow?” You ask him. You almost knew what he was about to say, “Not really. You know me.” He cracks a smile.

“I hope Southgate plays you, Cold Palmer.” You joke and poke his side playfully. “Me too. Hopefully I’ll get some time.” You end up sitting on a bench overlooking a river, the hustle and bustle far behind you now. “It’s really pretty here.” You mutter. “Not as pretty as you.” He winks as you roll your eyes. You continue talking for a while before Cole regretfully tells you it’s getting late and he probably needs to head back now. He places a quick peck on your lips and stands up, offering you a hand. “I’m so excited for tomorrow. Are you gonna score a goal for me Palmer?” You tease as you approach the hotel. He shakes his head at you and smiles. When you return to the hotel entrance he turns to face you, you look up at him and he swears his heart starts beating a hundred times faster. “I’ll see you after the game, okay? I love you.” He places a soft kiss on your lips making you blush. “Good luck babe. I love you too. You’re gonna smash it.” You wave him goodbye and open the door of the car, getting in and thank your driver for waiting.

You wake up the next morning with a nervous feeling in your tummy. It sticks around for pretty much the whole day. You feel especially nervous when getting dressed. You grabbed your England shirt that you’d hung carefully in the hotel wardrobe and put it on, turning around in the mirror to see the back. You’d always wanted to wear his shirt to a game. You snap a quick picture and keep it for later, maybe to post on Instagram. You knew the absolute carnage that would take place when you did. You arrive at the Olympiastadion Berlin in your families usual fashion, through the back in all blacked out vehicles with staff waiting for you at the other end. The nerves had well and truly kicked in now. You check your phone to see if Cole had texted you. You knew he wouldn’t be nervous, very sure in himself and the team’s quality but you wanted him to text you to ease your nerves. Your dad shook the hands of the staff that greeted you and you thanked them as they took you all up to your private box. You were sharing with a few other well known people, you eagerly greeted them with big smiles.

(We all know how the game went so we’ll just leave it at that.)

A devastating loss for England. You were gutted. But also immensely proud of Cole. He’d been subbed on in the seventieth minute and scored only three minutes later. The only goal for England that game. You headed down to the pitch once everything had calmed down and spotted Cole in the stands with his family. His eyes were glassy with tears as he spoke to his dad. You approach slowly and he notices you, standing up immediately and wrapping you in a tight hug. You could hear the snapping of cameras behind you but neither of you cared in that moment. “I’m sorry baby.” You spoke quietly as you pulled away, cupping one side of his face with your hand. “You were amazing.” He sniffled slightly, trying not to cry in front of you but failing miserably as he pulled you in again. You rubbed his back reached up to kiss his cheek. His dad walked towards the both of you and pats Cole on the back before sitting with Cole’s mum. “I can’t believe we lost.” He reaches up to dry his eyes as you pout and rub his arm. You turn around slightly hearing his sister call your name. “Love your shirt.” He smirks a bit, it clearly cheering him up. He wraps his arm around your shoulder as you begin chatting with his sister.

You’re on your way back to your hotel when your phone begins to blow up. Story after story about your relationship with Cole, using the picture they clearly got when you were consoling him after the game. You save the picture, setting it as your lockscreen and then posting the picture of you in his shirt from earlier to your Instagram story.

[heaven4lostgirls]

moonwater but it’s a sports au.

mention of sexual content below

football player!regulus x manager!remus

regulus who’s a midfielder, same team as james (forward), sirius (also midfielder) and peter (medic)

reg is like cole palmer to me (for those of you who know football). completely nonchalant on and off the field, not as thick as cole but just a chill guy yk

and remus is the anxious manager standing on the side of the pitch, watching as two of his best friends and love of his life absolutely batter the other teams in the league.

remus who fights the urge to run on the pitch when another player’s elbow lands into reg’s side in an obvious foul.

moonwater never announcing that they’ve gotten married but reg’s jersey changes from ‘black’ to ‘lupin’.

remus who’s out of his seat and yelling at the ref about a red card being handed out to his husband (regulus needs to fuck him after that display)

reg scoring a winning penalty + regulus running into the stands to kiss the absolute fuck out of his manager.

(the fa have a talk with them about pda in the future)

regulus who gets an injury during training and remus self appoints himself as his physician (the only stretching they do is not for anyone’s eyes)

regulus getting loans and other contracts for better paying teams but turning them down (much to the chagrin yet slight pride of his husband)

regulus who performs badly and remus knows he’s got to yell at him to get his shit straight but he sees reg’s little doe eyed, distraught expression as he runs into the changing rooms so he just holds himself back

remus who deffo plays favorites but the team knows that reg is the best player in their squad.

regulus, who that same night, gets on his knees to really apologize for fucking up a play

[rafecameronsgirlfriend]

Smut about spoiling a smug cole after he scored a hat-trick

Hat-trick-cole palmer

Warnings: smut, porn w/out plot, unprotected sex. I think that's it but if there's more please let me know. I also don't like the ending at all so please don't judge me for it🙏🙏

First time actually publishing smut, so I'm sorry if it's not good or how you wanted it, but i hope you enjoy x

Cole lifts his head up off of the pillows and looks down to where you both connect and groans at the sight of a white ring around the bottom of his cock, made from a mixture of his and your cum. “So tight baby, shit taking me so fuckin’ well, your doing such a good job.” Hands tight around your hips, he bucks his hips up, tip grazing your g-spot prefectly, it was enough to make your eyes roll into your head and feel things no man has ever made you feel before. “C’mon, baby,” cole grits out, he felt like he could cum again just from the way your pussy was tightening around him like a vice.

“I’ve got you, baby.” coles words send a shiver down your spine, and you brace yourself on his broad shoulders. Your pussy flutters around him, “Fuck cole” you cry out. You wanted to spoil cole for playing so well on the pitch tonight and for scoring a hat trick but you didn't expect the night to go like this. After you told him that all you wanted to do tonight was to please him, he couldn't stop touching you. You thought one round would be enough to show how proud you were off him, but clearly not.

He leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead, then captures your lips with his. He swallows every moan you make as he begins to pound into you, only slowing down the slightest bit when you clench tighter around him. He genuinely didn't think you could get any tighter. Stars begin to cloud your vision, and the pleasure that you feel over takes every other feeling in your body.

You hear a string of cuss words leave his lips again. He drops his head back onto the pillows again and places his feet flat up on the bed. You let out a loud cry as he fucks back up into you faster than before, He’s speaking into your ear, but you cant register what hes saying as your orgasm begins to over cloud every sense in your body, leaving you shaking.

You drop your body down onto coles chest and let him continue to fuck up into you as your orgam overwashes you. You let out a small moan at the feeling of coles cum filling you up again for the second time tonight. You and cole just lay there catching your breaths before he begins to speak again, "you done such a good job baby, you feeling okay?" You can hear the slight concern in his voice.

Moving yourself up slowly being careful with his cock still buried inside of you, you look at him and smile,"I'm fine baby, that was perfect." You say throat sore from all of the moaning. You move yourself off of his chest and place yourself back on the bed, laying flat on your back.

You feel cole move closer towards you, he kisses your cheek before getting up off of the bed and making his way into the bathroom. You hear him start running a bath before returning back to your side to make sure you were still doing okay.

[pedriache]

Thank you for replying to me so fast <3 Could I please request Cole Palmer x female reader including this prompt "Do you have to go right now?" "I can stay for a little longer". If you don't write this that is fine and thank you either way. Have a good day! ^_^

Sea of love — Cole Palmer.

Pairing: Cole Palmer x Fem!Reader

Summary: You just wanted a few more minutes alone with your boyfriend before he left for the day.

Word count: 319

Disclaimer/s: fluff !

A/N: my req’s are open to anyone you guys want btw + i hope i followed this req a little idk what i was doing if im being honest

The early morning sun seeped through the white curtains of your bedroom, though that wasn’t what woke you up. The release of pressure that came from your boyfriend’s arm that was once draped over your waist, was what had you stirring from your slumber.

“‘Morning.” You mumble, eye’s squinting as you roll over to face him. He’s still half asleep, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

Cole glances at you for a moment, the corner of his lip curling at the sight of your messy hair. “‘Morning.” He mutters right back.

Neither of you were morning people unless you both had duties that day, because it meant you got to spend extra time together. But on the days that you had work off and he had practice, those mornings sucked.

You watch him make his way to the dresser, pulling out a plain white t-shirt. “Do you have to go right now?” You ask, lips pull into a frown, eye’s fully opening as you push yourself onto your elbows.

Cole tugs the shirt over his head, turning around to face you. He half contemplates for a moment, scanning your pleading face. You wanted him to stay a while longer, and Cole couldn’t help but oblige.

“I suppose, I can stay for a little longer.” He nods, trudging back to bed as if he wasn’t eager to spend more time with you.

You grin, lifting up the covers to invite him back into your arms. Cole slides under the sheets, pushing his arm beneath you, and pulling you close to his chest.

“Thank you.” You murmur into his neck, arms wrapping around him tightly.

Pressing a kiss into your hair, your boyfriend lets out a satisfied hum. “Of course.” He didn’t bother saying ‘you’re welcome’ because of course he’d do what you ask, of course he would do anything to make you happy. He just loved you that much.

likes , comments , & reblogs’s are all appreciated :)

DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !

[n0vazsq]

smooky pooky SO cole palmer… photographer reader with that lip smacking aura that’s a hefty amount of undeniable rizz.

ANON WHAT AN IDEA OMGGGG

(me acting like i didnt know you were gonna request this)

anyway its straight up angst fuck the fluff am i right?

[cryptfile]

ᝰ FANDOMS I’M CURRENTLY WRITTING FOR:

those marked in colored letters are the ones i’m currently simping on. Feel free to send promps, requests of characters or anything honestly. Always nice to recieve a message! / This list will be updated regularly so you guys can know what i’m into, also, if I forgot someone.

THE BOYS

Billy Butcher, Soldier Boy, Victoria Neuman, Starlight/Annie January, The Deep, A-Train, Frenchie, Sister Sage, Queen Maeve, Firecracker, Homelander, Hughie Campbell, Kimiko.

GEN V

Cate Dunlap, Jordan Li, Sam and Luke Riordan, Marie Moreau, Emma Myers.

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

Rhaenyra Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Alicent Hightower, Jacaerys Velaryon, Aemond Targaryen, Aegon Targaryen, Harwin Strong, Criston Cole.

MARVEL

Loki Laufeyson, Sylvie Laufeydottir, Moonknight x3, Hawkeye/Comic!Clint Barton [recasted as Oliver Jackson-Cohen], Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop, Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Matt Murdock/Daredevil, Deadpool, Peter Parker/Spider-Man’s in general, X-Men’s in general, Thor Odinson, Carol Danvers, Tony Stark, Doctor Strange, Bucky Barnes, Fantastic Four, Adam Warlock, Ant Man, Druig, Natasha Romanoff, and more since there are too many characters, feel free to ask!

HARRY POTTER

Remus Lupin [marauders era, post I war, nothing weird], Sirius and Regulus Black [marauders!era], James Potter [usually recasted as Dev Patel], Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott.

BRIDGERTON

Eloise Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton, Francesca Bridgerton, Daphne Bridgerton, Simon Basset, King George.

THE BEAR

Carmy Berzatto, Sydney Adamu, Richie Jerimovich, Luca.

TWILIGHT

Carlisle Cullen, Charlie Swan, Bella Swan, Edward Cullen, Alice Cullen, Rosalie Hale, Emmett Cullen, Jasper Hale, Leah Clearwater, Alec and Jane Vulturi, Benjamin.

YELLOWJACKETS

Natalie Scatorccio, Jackie Taylor, Shauna Sadecki, Van Palmer, Lottie Matthews, Taissa Turner, Misty Quigley.

GRISHAVERSE

Nikolai Lantsov, Kaz Brekker, Alina Starkov, Matthias Helvar, Aleksander Morozova / The Darkling, Nina Zenik, Inej Ghafa, Malyen Oretsev, Zoya Nazyalenski.

DAISY JONES AND THE SIX

Daisy Jones, Karen Sirko, Billy Dunne, Warren Rhodes, Eddie Roundtree.

THE HUNGER GAMES

Peeta Mellark, Finnick Odair, Young!Haymitch Abernathy, Katniss Everdeen, Johanna Mason.

STAR WARS

Anakin Skywalker, Qimir / The Stranger, Kylo Ren [yes, I have a type], Shin Hati, Han Solo.

MISC

Rafe Cameron [OBX], James Beaufort [Maxton Hall], Drew Starkey, Dean and Sam Winchester [Supernatural], Aaron Taylor Johnson in most of his roles aka Kick-Ass or Bullet Train, Robin Buckley [Stranger Things], Steve Harrington [Stranger Things], Rick Flag [DC], Harley Queen [DC], Battinson [DC], Art Donaldson, Mike Faist, Nicholas Chavez.

[hexagon-club]

I'm going to try and put together a list of youtube channels of detransitioners. I'm going to try to include an archive of all these channels. Because I've seen quite a few channels like this disappear. I should add that this is not necessarily an endorsement of all the content on these channels or the political and religious views of these people. I've cast a pretty wide net here so there's a range of different personalities and beliefs. But I have tried to limit it to channels that actually talk about detransition rather than ones that just so happen to belong to people who have detransitioned. This isn't an exhaustive list, but I'm going to try to fit in as many channels as I can think of right now.

Female detransitioners:

Chloe Cole/ChoooCole:

Probably the most prominent detransitioner I can think of right now, or at least the most prominent one to have their own youtube channel.

KC Miller/Kacey Emerick/dyke_in_denial:

You might remember KC as that woman who Hasan Piker made fun of when she made her first video about detransitioning. More recently she was in the New York Times.

Alia:

Elle Palmer:

Jade Martin/jaderants/atreuz:

I think she uploads her newer videos to twitter/x and tiktok and not youtube. Still, here's her channel anyway. Jade almost died as a result of 3 years on hormones. If her twitter is anything to go by she is still dealing with health problems, even though she has been off HRT for a few years.

[footballerimaginess]

Hi its me the same anon about Palmer, I would like to change my blurb idea

So reader is a singer gets seen papped with Cole around in and around england and he does feature in the IG stories but still no for sure confirmation from either side fans speculate about them untill reader is seen at a chelsea match and viewers at home see her on screen with the commentator saying "looks like we have singer y/n with us supporting Cole Palmer and Chelsea even tho its not her team"

After the game they hard launch via their own social media and chelseas social media x

Thanks !! P.s I love your writting !!

Thank you! As I already wrote the first one for you, i will change this one up a bit x You made your way up the stand as you were sitting in the corporate box to support Cole, nobody knew that two of you were official. You had been seen around with him, but neither of you had confirmed it. The commentators had mentioned you when you appeared on screen, "looks like we have the singer y/n here with us supporting Cole Palmer and Chelsea. Even though she doesn't support them"

The phone was going crazy with mentions when you pulled it out and had a scroll through on social media. "Oh my god" you whispered as you looked at all of the mentions of you being at Cole's game. - After a great game for Cole, you headed downstairs to see him at the tunnel. "Hi baby" you whispered as you grabbed him around the waist. Most of his team mates knew about you because they teased him when he was in the changing room. "You played amazing" you smirked as you cuddled him tightly as you felt the cameras on you. "Hi, can we use one of your song lyrics with a photo of Cole to celebrate his man of the match performance" the social media assistant asked. "Of course" you smiled as you loved the idea. "Cold(e) as ice tonight with you" the lady asked as she handed you to the phone to check it as you nodded in agreement. "Sounds great" you laughed as she pressed send on the tweet and instagram post which practically confirmed the fact that the pair of you were dating. "Guess that means a serious hard launch" you laughed as you saw all the posts coming in about the two of you.

[ometochtli2rabbit]

13.0.12.4.8

joj[5] LAMAT/Q'ANIEL - junlajun[11] MUWAN

galactic tone: empowerment/the center

sun sign: STAR| rabbit/yellow[blue]/south

ask for abundance in all relations - MAYA

macuilli[5] - TOCHTLI [rabbit]

Tlazolteotl | Mayahuel

itzthotli[black hawk]

lord of the night: Centeotl

trecena[5]: Itzlacoliuhqui

x: macuilli [5]- toxcatl - NAHUA

depicted is Macuiltochtli [five-rabbit] who is the patron of feather- mosaic workers. In order to do the beautiful work done by these artisans, you must have a great sense of design and TOUCH:

Divinyls: I Touch Myself

Depeche Mode: Personal Jesus & Fly on the Windscreen

Joan Jett: Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh, Yeah!)

Dan Hill: Sometimes When We Touch

Tammy Wynette: Sometimes When We Touch

Samantha Fox: Touch Me (I Want Your Body)

Hall & Oates: Out of Touch

Sarah Mclachlan: Touch

Grateful Dead: Touch of Grey

Heart: Lighter Touch

MC Hammer: U Can't Touch This

RAYE: Please Don't Touch

Daft Punk: Touch It

Susan Sarandon: Touch-A, Touch-A, Touch Me

R.E.M.: Just A Touch

Ariana Grande: Touch It

Squeeze: Out of Touch

Katseye: Touch

Natalie Cole: Touch Me

Judas Priest: Touch of Evil

Lady Gaga: Applause

The Killers: Losing Touch

Carpenters: Touch Me When We're Dancing

Mudhoney: Touch Me I'm Sick

Shania Twain: If You Wanna Touch Her, Ask!

Journey: Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin'

Buck Owens: Touch Me

Britney Spears: Touch of My Hand

Midnight Star: Midas Touch

Genesis: Invisible Touch

Peter Gabriel: I Have the Touch

Blood, Sweat & Tears: Touch Me

AC/DC: Touch Too Much

Indigo Girls: Touch Me Fall

Earth, Wind & Fire: Touch

Mariah Carey: Touch My Body

Rick Springfield: Human Touch

Alanis Morissette: Human Touch

Bruce Springsteen: Human Touch

The Cars: Touch and Go

Cher: Touch and Go

Robert Palmer: Keep in Touch

Soundgarden: Touch Me

Juice Newton: Touch Me

Willie Nelson: Touch Me

Dolly Parton: The Tender Touch of Love & The Last One to Touch Me & Touch Your Woman

The Rolling Stones: Losing My Touch

The Doors: Not to Touch the Earth

Diana Ross: Reach Out and Touch (Somebody's Hand) & Touch

Big Youth: Touch Me in the Morning

Nina Simone: The Human Touch

George Harrison: Soft Touch

Prince: Touch Me

Buzzcocks: Why Can't I Touch It?