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jessie reading a book abt parking, what a niche little nerd
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on top of being a world class player, viv is a stellar human. the loyalty that she has shown to the club, her teammates and the fans is truely admirable. she’s a player that can’t be replaced and that’s shown not only through her skill and talent, but also from the love the community have for her.
saying that the squad needs to be ‘refreshed’ and then not offering one of the greatest players to ever put on an arsenal shirt a contract renewal is absolutely absurd.
the ‘squad refresh’ starts with jonas. not vivianne miedema.
#i’m so fucking pissed off#not even offering a renewal???#arsenal you are bonkers#absolutely insane#arsenal#arsenal wfc#vivianne miedema
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blurb night is on friday (17th) !!
y’all know the drill. i’ll be pre-writing and queuing blurbs for the next 2-ish days which means that if you’ve got any thoughts (especially on smth i haven’t already written a blurb abt) now is the best time to put it in my inbox.
if you’ve got any questions lmk <3
#woso#woso x reader#woso blurb#jessie fleming#jessie fleming blurb#sam kerr#alessia russo#kyra cooney cross#katie mccabe#leah williamson#hayley raso#matildas#arsenal wfc
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Jessie gets so argumentative/is a little of a hot head on the pitch I’d imagine she’d be similar at home in an argument but she has a little more grace with you because she loves you
it’s when she pulls out the half laugh and smile when you’re arguing that shit really goes south because then you know that she’s not going to let up anytime soon
she is definitely more mindful of her tone, words and volume but sometimes she can’t help it. especially if she doesn’t feel as strongly about what you’re arguing over. clipped tone, short sentences, an eye roll, a frustrated sigh, it’s all there.
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what do you think an argument with jessie would be like? since she goes silent when she’s mad i think she’d refuse to speak to you, partially because she thinks she’s doing the right thing as she doesn’t want to say something she’ll regret, however i can imagine how infuriating that would be when you are trying to resolve it and she won’t answer back.
absolutely infuriating because she’s so stubborn. she won’t let up on the silent treatment until she’s sure she’s cooled down enough but by that time you’re riled up again because of how she acted.
the argument itself probably wouldn’t be overly loud unless it was about something that really got her fired up. there would be yelling, sure, but it wouldn’t be over the top screaming. maybe some mumbling, frustrated stomping off and probably an accidental door slam or two.
she’d get better through the relationship, but she still has her moments from time to time.
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Jessie making you try on the clothes you brought during the day while she was at training
makes you do a lil fashion show and compliments you/hypes you up. her lil grin when you do a twirl and a lame ass pose. her having her favourites and being so obvious abt it.
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real question for a mini blurb is jessie a tits or ass girl
we now know my stance, i am open to discussion
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thinking about your nsfw headcanons for jess saying she liked to hold your boobs when drunk…as a girl who’s boobs hurt SO BAD around her period all i want is for jessie to hold them with her big rough warm hands 🫶 phoning her after the match last night saying yes you lost but your gf wants you to hold her boobs so who really won???
her hands just find your boobs, it really isn’t even her fault
she’d take up your offer to hold them every single time
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okay i know you’ve done about jessie being jealous but how would the dynamics shift if it was reader being jealous…because on the one hand i think jessie would lowkey love it but on the other hand i feel like it’d be more angsty because as jess is a public figure there’s almost more of a right to be concerned? (reader meeting jessie’s ucla friends including her ex gf and it turning into an argument…)
i think that depending on the situation it would either be rlly angsty or jess would find a lil humour in it.
like if someone hit on her and you got jealous over that she’d probably tease you, but in the case of meeting an ex i think it would be different.
there’s every chance that jessie takes on your jealousy and maybe turns it into self doubt. like maybe she hadn’t assured you enough, or maybe she was too friendly. on the other hand it could just end up being a bit of a shit show because she really, wholeheartedly cares about the people she loves and tries to show them that everyday, resulting in her just being flat out offended that you even got jealous in the first place.
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Long Distance Call
Jessie Fleming x Reader
Summary: Jessie and you are doing the long distance thing. What's she to do when you surprise her with a fun photo?
Warning: Smut. Phone sex. Explicit language!
A/N: Based on this request.
“Alright, everyone. Settle in. We have a big game this Friday and we’ve got lots to go through to prepare. Let’s look at some footage.”
Jessie was honed in on the analysis until she felt her phone buzz in her back pocket. Coach was addressing the defenders, so Jessie took the opportunity to check.
Jessie had to stifle a gasp, nearly choking in the process as she shot straight up in her chair so aggressively that it caused the chair to scrape loudly against the floor. The noise immediately drew curious looks from the team.
“Sorry,” she offered quietly as a deep blush began to radiate off her cheeks.
It wasn’t the “Morning, baby 🥰” message that’d caught her so off guard. It was the accompanying picture of your mostly naked body that had her shook.
She’d alluded to wanting photos like this, you know, for some added inspiration while you were apart, but you’d never followed through - until now.
Jessie subconsciously cleared her throat as she settled back into her seat. It took valiant effort to not fidget and squirm as heat was now pooling in a totally different area than her face.
She chewed the inside of her cheek as she tried desperately to refocus on game day tactics, but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t thinking of how she was going to get you back for messing with her. Mostly though, she thought of how she wanted to fuck you ragged until you could barely think and the only words coming from your mouth would be her name.
But she couldn’t. Not a while anyway. She swallowed her irritation and frustration. Long distance sucked.
“What was that all about?”
Janine’s overly intrigued query caught Jessie’s attention as the blonde fell into step with her as they were all leaving the meeting. Of course Janine had to inquire.
“Nothing really. A reminder came through on my phone and I thought I’d missed something, but it’s all good,” Jessie fibbed.
“Uh huh,” Janine responded, clearly not buying it, but benevolently let it go. “So, what are you up to tonight?”
“Dreaming of fucking my girlfriend silly,” Jessie thought.
“Not much. Maybe a bit more prep for the game, but I’m pretty tired, so it’ll be a low key evening,” she said instead. “You?”
“It’s date night,” Janine said with a bright smile. A moment later she offered an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. I know it’s hard with Y/N so far away. How many weeks until you see her again?”
“5,” Jessie responded without missing a beat. She could even tell Janine the exact number of days if she’d asked, and there was a countdown on Jessie’s lock screen to prove it.
“It’ll go by quickly,” Janine said with dogged positivity. Jessie nodded and gave her a half smile.
“I know.”
Laughter suddenly erupted from a group of their teammates, drawing Janine’s attention away and leaving Jessie to fall back enough to find some privacy. When she was sure she was alone, she opened your text once more.
She inhaled deeply as she took in the image and a smirk tugged at her lips. She replied.
“Best text ever. Well, surprising - I opened it during analysis, btw! You look so fucking sexy. I miss you so much. I can’t express it. I wish I was coming home to you.”
She locked her screen and was about to leave when her phone buzzed again.
“That would be too much fun 😘. I wish I was waiting at home for you.”
Jessie expelled a slow, shaky breath. It was going to be a long afternoon.
By the time Jessie got home, the heat between her legs had only gotten worse. The image of you was burned in her mind and she kept replaying past times you made love and kept envisioning what she’d do to you if you were around.
She dropped her bag by the front door and immediately opened up the picture you sent.
“Fuck,” she breathed as she took you in.
She walked over to the couch and sat down heavily on it and immediately tucked a hand underneath the waistband of her shorts and into her underwear.
“Jesus,” she muttered when she felt how wet she was just from picturing you. She ran her fingers through her folds and dipped them briefly inside. The wet sounds each motion made would’ve made her blush on some occasions, but not today. She drew her fingers back and began circling her clit as she looked at your naked body.
She was releasing a heavy breath when her phone suddenly vibrated and a notification came up startling her. She drew her hand out of her shorts immediately and her heart raced until her mind caught up, realizing it was you calling.
She took a few deep breaths before she answered.
“Hey babe,” she said, still feeling hot and flustered in a couple of ways.
“Hi baby,” you greeted cheerfully. “How was training?”
“Uh, good,” Jessie said, a bit stilted in her reply as she tried to refocus. “Yeah, it was a long day, but good. How was yours?”
“The day was fine,” you answered easily. “I missed you. In case you couldn’t tell.”
“Jesus Christ,” Jessie breathed as she was brought right back to what she was doing a moment ago. “That was,” she struggled to find the words, “so hot. I was not expecting that at all. But holy shit - you are so sexy.”
“Yeah? Well, I have to make sure you miss me, too,” you joked.
“No challenge there.” Jessie breathed heavy into the phone.
“Well, if I can’t be there in person, the least I can do is give you some inspiration.” You told her in a flirtatious tone. Jessie gave a breathy chuckle.
“Mission accomplished.”
“Mmm, is that so?” You asked, a lilt in your voice. “Tell me more.”
“Um,” Jessie felt her cheeks start to warm. “You’re just super sexy.” She paused momentarily before relenting, lowering her voice unnecessarily to a near-whisper. “And I was definitely wet.”
You didn’t skip a beat. “Mm, baby. Tell me more. Did you think you were wet or did you confirm?”
Jessie blushed further. “Confirmed,” she nearly mumbled.
“God. I wish I was between your legs right now. I’d love to taste you and see for myself just how wet you are.”
“Jesus Christ.” Jessie’s voice was raspy and she fidgeted in place as the need between her legs was reignited and began to pulse once more. She cleared her throat quietly and added, “Pretty fucking wet.”
“Right now?” You asked. Jessie hummed a bit before replying.
“Maybe.”
“Ugh, baby, don’t tease me,” you told her and she responded with a short laugh.
“Excuse me? Who’s teasing who here?”
“You know, for someone who wanted nudes and finally got one, you seem to be complaining,” you joked, knowing she’d offer an immediate rebuttal.
“I’m not! I fucking loved it. And yes, I’m wet right now,” Jessie countered. She fidgeted again and went on in a hushed voice. “In fact, I was…you know, doing stuff, when you called.”
“Jesus,” you said with a sharp inhale. “Now that is the sexiest thing. Oh my god, Jess.” She could hear the satisfied grin in your voice. “Don’t let me stop you,” you went on in a soft voice. “Maybe I can even help you.”
“Yeah?” Jessie asked, shifting her jaw subconsciously and very intrigued now. “How so, baby?”
“Imagine it’s my hand between your legs. Lower the phone and let me hear how wet I make you,” you instructed.
Jessie grit her teeth, eyes rolling into the back of her head already at the events that were unfolding. She gave you want you wanted; lowering the phone and dipping her fingers back through her slick folds. Her arousal was obvious right away.
She held the phone back up, but began to circle her clit.
“Holy fuck, Jessie. That was so incredibly sexy. I’m aching for you - I need you so bad.”
“Fuck, baby,” Jessie breathed, a lazy smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She rubbed her clit with a firmer touch and rocking her hips up in slow gyrations. “I was so wet at training too just thinking about what I’d do to you if you were here.”
“Baby, please, tell me,” you pleaded. You heard her chuckle softly, but you detected how her breathing grew heavier in your ear.
“Only if you’re a good girl,” Jessie smirked. “Touch yourself for me. Two fingers - tracing around your clit and between your lips. Dip them down until you can tell me how wet you are for me.”
“Oh my God.” You nearly panted. Jessie often took control in the bedroom, but you hadn’t explored this facet of it before. Hearing her speak like this was unexpected, but so sexy. You did as you were told and moaned softly into the phone. “Baby, I’m dripping wet,” you told her as you drew your fingers back up and the tips were covered in your juices.
Jessie groaned into the phone and bit her lip.
“Just what I like to hear,” she affirmed as she continued to rub circles around her swollen clit. “God, I miss fucking you.”
You groaned in need and agreement as you continued to run your fingers through your lips and grazing your clit. “Me too, baby. My fingers and toys just aren’t the same.”
Jessie breathed heavy as a satisfied grin crossed her face. “Damn right they’re not.” She moaned faintly as her hips bucked against her hand. “If you were here, I’d have you on your back, legs on my shoulders as I pin you down, and I’d be knuckle deep in you.” She dipped her fingers inside of herself and her eyes fluttered shut. “God, I can feel your cum all over my fingers. And you know I love the way you start to pool around my knuckles and in my palm.”
“Jess,” you panted. “Oh my god. Keep going. I love the way you fill me up. The way you fit perfectly inside of me, stretching me just right.”
“Fuck, baby,” Jessie breathed as she went back to rocking her hips against her fingers on her clit. “You’re perfect for me. I’d be stroking you hard and deep. I’d be pumping my whole body against yours I’d be fucking you so hard. The bed would bang against the wall every time I bottom out inside of you, pushing you deeper into the mattress.”
“Oh god, Jessie, you fuck me so good,” you praised. You could vividly picture the prideful and smug look on her face and it turned you on even more.
People loved talking about how humble Jessie was. But when it came to fucking and pleasing you, there was nothing humble about her. And frankly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
“I love when you say my name,” Jessie said, her voice growing strained as her breathing continued to pick up. She grinned once more. “But I love it even more when you scream it.”
You moaned loudly into the phone, letting your head fall back as you rubbed your clit harder and faster.
“So make me,” you challenged her.
Jessie groaned, biting her lip again, her back arching off the couch. “I love you so much,” she breathed with a laugh of appreciation. “Baby, you know I’d be hitting your sweet spot with every stroke. I’d be making sure that every time I fill you to the hilt I’m sending a wave of pleasure through your whole body. My thumb’s on your clit, circling and rubbing it. And after I kiss you deeply, my lips hard on yours, I’ll kiss your neck.
“I won’t mean to suck on your skin too hard, but feeling you buck and writhe beneath me, moaning in my ear as I pump in and out of you makes me fucking feral for you. Like I can’t get close enough or love you hard enough. I mark you, but I don’t feel so bad about it because that’s how much I want you, to the point where I can’t control myself.
“When you moan as I latch down on your neck, I push a third finger inside of you. You wrap around me tightly, but you’re so fucking wet I just slip in. Feeling your walls grip me and pulse around me as I move nearly sends me into a frenzy.”
“Jesus Christ, Jess. I’m so close,” you warn her, your voice high and faint.
“I can feel your body start to tense up. Your legs start to shake and your breath quickens as I continue. I curl my fingers inside of you, relishing each punctuated moan you release each time I make contact. Your arousal is pooling on the sheets now as I’m driving my hips into you. I’m absolutely soaked because of how sexy and beautiful you are beneath me.”
“Holy shit. Jessie.” Your eyes screwed shut and her name was loud and strained as your climax hit. “I’m cumming.”
“Umph,” Jessie moaned as she bit her lip. “Baby girl. So fucking hot,” she said as she bucked her hips against her fingers which desperately rubbed her sensitive clit. The tightening sensation deep in her core built rapidly as she heard you cumming in her ear and she envisioned your body against hers.
A tight groan worked its way up Jessie’s throat as her core began to pulsate. Her hips jerked against her fingers as she brought herself over the edge.
You both whimpered and breathed heavy into the phone as you rode out your joint orgasms. Jessie’s chest heaved up and down and she slumped into the couch, her underwear thoroughly soaked through and too lazy to remove her hand from them. She could barely hold up the phone and had yet to open her eyes. Eventually, you spoke.
“Babe. That was insane. And totally incredible,” you relayed in pure appreciation and admiration. “You’re amazing.”
Jessie chuckled languidly, slowly opening her eyes.
“Amazing what one can do with a great muse.”
You laughed. “Well, I have to say, long distance may not be quite so unbearable if we have repeats like this.”
“I’ll take care of you, baby,” Jessie assured you. “You send me fun photos, and I promise I’ll take good care of you. Deal?”
“Deal.” You agreed with a breathy laugh.
“For real though,” Jessie started, “I really miss you. I love you, you know that, right?”
Again, you chuckled. Of course you knew. And you knew how lucky you were too.
“I know, baby. I love you, too. And I miss you more than you know.”
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Duck on a String II
Jessie Fleming x Child!Reader
Hardersson x Child!Reader
Summary: Uncle Magda gets you a duck
When Mama is busy doing things for the Blue Team, you get to hang out with your auntie and uncle.
Auntie Pernille and Uncle Magda always take you to the park to feed the ducks, even when it's raining like it is now.
Auntie Pernille pulls up your duck coat and Uncle Magda flips up your hood so you can look like a real life duck.
"Uncle Magda!" You squeal as she pulls the hood down to cover your eyes.
"Huh? Did someone say something? I thought I heard something."
"Uncle Magda!" You say again but she keeps looking around in confusion.
"I could have sworn I heard someone say my name. But I'm auntie Magda so I must have misheard."
You puff out your cheeks in annoyance. Uncle Magda is silly sometimes. She thinks she's an auntie like Pernille is an auntie but that's not true. Niamh once told you that Magda gives off dad vibes so you're pretty sure that makes her your uncle.
It's silly for her to think otherwise.
It hardly matters though because auntie Pernille rescues you from her teasing by picking you up so you can finally leave the house.
There's a lake at the park near the house with lots of ducks and swans. You don't quite like swans as much as ducks but they're still cool and you still feed them.
Auntie Pernille holds your hand as you throw duck feed off the jetty towards the waiting ducks.
Uncle Magda would usually stand on your other side but she slipped on the lake bank and fell into the bushes earlier so she's trying to dry off further away.
"Auntie Pernille," You giggle when you've run out of duck food," Uncle Magda's all wet!"
"She is," Pernille laughs too," She's a bit silly, isn't she?"
"And wet!"
"And wet."
Uncle Magda looks a bit depressed as she waits for you both, wringing out the bottom of her shirt. "It's not funny," She says," I'm going to catch a cold."
"It's your fault," Pernille says," You're the one who fell!"
"A duck tripped me! It was an accident."
"Ducks aren't mean, Uncle Magda," You tell her," You tripped yourself."
She gasps in mock outrage. "Well, just for that, Duckie, I won't give you the duck egg I found."
You freeze. "Duck egg?"
She nods, bringing the egg out of her pocket. "It was all by itself. I reckon it needs a mummy."
You cradle it in your hands.
"Magda," Pernille says reproachfully.
"Pernille," Magda replies," It's probably not even fertilised. It was abandoned. There's no harm in giving her a dead egg."
You don't know it's dead though and when you get home, you make your Mama set it up in a little straw box with a lamp over the top.
Jessie's happy to oblige your little pet project, mainly because you're taking such good care of it. She isn't quite sure why she hadn't given you an egg to look after before.
You're being so good with it, so nice and helpful.
Her whole world comes screeching to a halt though when one evening your little feet go pitter-patter, pitter-patter towards her.
You aren't much of a runner, preferring to toddle along with your string of ducks. Running means something has happened.
Jessie shoves her seat back and looks away from her laptop, already turning to comfort you.
But you're smiling and your little hands clutch a baby duck.
Jessie's mouth hangs open.
"I...Duckie..."
"My Quackers! Finally hatched!"
"Duckie..."
"Need to keep him warm, Mama!"
"Duckie..."
"And give him cuddles!"
Jessie's not quite sure what else she can say but your name as she stares in shock at the little duck. She was certain that Magda told her it was a dead egg.
If she'd known any different then she'd have been prepared for having two little ducks in the house.
Briefly, she wonders if she can send it away to a shelter but you've already named it. You're already saying sweet things to it and it's already looking at you with what Jessie can only describe as awe.
You're attached to each other and Jessie can't separate you now.
Two little ducks for her to take care of now.
She sighs, unable to keep the smile off of her face. "Come here, duckie," She says," Lets order stuff so Quackers can be comfortable."
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House Party
Jessie Fleming x Reader
Synopsis: your classmate Teagan drags you to a party to meet one of her teammates. You have no interest in the party or meeting this girl, until you meet her accidentally.
Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of drinking
WC: 1.8k
A/N: this is just a little fluff piece for UCLA!Jessie☺️
“Oh come on Jessie! Just let wingwoman you here!” Teagan shouted at her teammate and roommate.
“No, Teagan because the last time you tried to wingwoman me, you went home with her instead.” Jessie turns to look back at Teagan.
“Okay, that’s not my fault she was just looking for a fuck and you’re too much of a prude to do one night stands.”
“I have had one night stands, I just wasn’t feeling it with her.”
“Jessie making out with a girl and then going home alone doesn’t get to count as a one night stand.”
“Shut up.” Jessie sits down on the beanbag in the middle of the living room the two shared, picking up the pillow laying on the floor and chucking it at her teammates head
Teagan dodges the pillow and collapses onto the beanbag next to Jessie. “I’m serious, I think she’d be a good fit for you, not just as a hookup either, she’s not like that.”
“Then why haven’t you brought her up before?”
“I don’t know, I just haven’t, you’re always so busy between soccer and schoolwork, but now that’s it’s off-season, I thought maybe now’s a good time.”
“I don’t know Teagan.” Jessie looks at her teammate.
Teagan, not wanting to give up on her plan, continues to push. “Just come and meet her, she’s smart like you too. I’m not saying you have to get married and have babies with the girl, I’m asking you to talk to her.”
“Maybe, I’m not saying yes, now leave me be I have assignments that must be finished.” She stands up from the beanbag and heads to the kitchen table to pull out school work.
“Nerd.” Teagan says before following Jessie to the table, knowing she had her own work to complete.
“The last girl you tried to set me up with was crazy Teagan, so for the third time, no!” You pushed out the door, walking out onto the sidewalk to head back to your apartment. You and Teagan had had just spent three straight hours in class. Half of that time Teagan was busy sending you notes about convincing you to come to a party hosted by one of her other teammates.
When class had ended she started talking about wanting you to meet a different teammate. A teammate she wanted to hook you up with.
“I promise she’s normal. She’s on my team, she’s an engineering student, she plays for the Canadian National team and like has since she was like 15, she cares about school, she’s your type, brown hair, brown eyes, she’s cute.”
“Okay what’s the catch?” You eye up your friend.
“What do you mean?”
“If she’s really that perfect, why hasn’t someone else snatched her up? Why haven’t you taken her out?” It was a fair question to ask. Teagan was making her out to be an ideal woman.
Teagan scratches the back of her neck. Her silence has you worried.
“What? Is she like, weird? Is she insufferable in some way?” You needed to know what the catch was with this girl before you agreed to try and talk to her.
“No, she’s just shy. She doesn’t really know how to put herself out there, and quite frankly she’s oblivious to the people who have tried to snatch her up. Plus I’m just having fun, no commitments remember? Jessie isn’t a hookup girl.”
“Whatever. I just think you’re hiding something about her.”
“I’m not! I promise, just come meet her and you’ll see!”
“Fine!”
“Good now I just have to convince her to come. It might be harder, she’s not a party person.”
You slump down on the couch with the same beer you had been nursing for an hour in your hand. You weren’t a big drinker but holding something made you feel less uncomfortable. You looked around the house, the rooms covered body to body with people, Teagan had said it would be a small party. Clearly she was wrong.
You’re sitting, zoned out thinking about your plans for tomorrow when you feel a cool, wet rush down your thighs.
You jump up from the couch to see who you assumed was an over-served sorority girl standing in front of you with her now half empty cup, her eyes wide open.
“Oh my gosh I am so sorry!”
At least she apologized, most people here don’t, too self absorbed to care or too inebriated to know they spilled.
“Here let’s go get you cleaned up, I’ll go get you a towel or something. I am really so sorry!” She holds her hand out. “You probably think I’m some wasted sorority girl don’t you?”
“I mean to be honest that was my first thought, yes.” You’re honest with the girl, you’re not sure why but she seemed genuinely sorry and despite your initial anger you weren’t too upset.
“I’m not, I don’t even really drink, I just got handed this. I wasn’t going to drink it, I don’t even know what’s in it. I hate these kinds of things.” She gestures to the mass of people around you. You finally take a glance at the girl's face instead of the wet patch on your pants. She’s cute, not much shorter than you are, she’s got brown eyes, and matching brown hair. She’s got a hat on, a face covered in freckles and pink rosy cheeks.
“Me either, I’ve had this beer in my hand for an hour or so and have barely made it halfway through it.” You hold up the bottle for the girl to see.
You follow the girl as she begins to take you through the house, weaving through the crowd of people, your hand gripping hers hard as to not get pulled apart. She pulls you up the stairs and around a long hallway, thankfully this level of the house was a lot quieter, only a few people scattered.
She opens a door leading into a bathroom. You’re happy to see it looks surprisingly clean. You step inside and the girl follows you. “Sit.” She taps the countertop next to the sink and you watch as she starts searching through the cabinets. You can’t help but notice how she seemed to know where she was going, knowing this bathroom would have towels.
“Do you live here?”
“Oh, no I don’t, one of my teammates does though.”
“Oh.” It doesn't register to you that Teagan had also mentioned that her teammate was hosting.
“Yeah.” She finds a towel and turns the faucet on next to you. You watch as she runs the towel under the water and then brings it toward your thigh where the red liquid she had spilled was. She lightly rubs the towel on the liquid, cleaning it up a little.
She works in silence, focusing on her movements. Once she had removed what she could of her drink, she placed the towel down on the counter.
“I’m really sorry.” She points at what was likely stained into your pants.
“Oh it’s alright, they’re not my favorite pants, I wore them thinking they’d get gross here.”
“They look good on you. I mean, the pants they’re nice, they look good, like nice pants ,” she stutters a bit before saying in nearly a whisper. “They’re nice pants.”
“Thanks.” You’re not sure if the girl meant to compliment you or not with the way she seemed to get flustered.
“So, if you hate parties, why are you here?”
“My teammates pretty much made me, this one girl, she’s always trying to get me to go out to parties with her and she wanted me to meet some girl I guess, I don’t know. What about you?”
“Invited by a friend, I was supposed to meet up with her when I got here but I haven't been able to find her, so I gave up and sat down.”
Theres a hard knock on the door. “Hurry up, bathrooms are for pissing not fucking.” You recognize the voice, the accent coming through.
“Teagan?” You say as you reach for the door, when you open it you see Teagan, a blonde girl wrapped up against her side.
“Oh, hi!” Teagan says to you before looking at the girl next to you, her jaw drops open and a laugh comes out. “Jessie? Well, I definitely didn’t expect to see you two doing a bathroom hookup.”
“What? We weren’t hooking up, I was sick of trying to find you so I sat down and she spilled on me. She was helping clean my pants up.” You point at the stain on your jeans. That’s when you look again at the girl standing beside you. Brown hair, brown eyes, obviously an athlete since she mentioned teammates, it clicks in your brain. This is the shy girl Teagan was trying to get you to meet. “You’re Jessie?”
“Yeah?” The girl looks confused, you introduce yourself. Jessie still looks confused, so Teagan steps in.
“She’s in my class, I told you about her.” You watch as Jessie’s eyes widen as she puts together the details.
“Oh!” Jessie turns to look at you. “You’re the girl I’m supposed to be meeting I guess then.”
“Alright, cute, now get out I have some business to take care of.” She glances at you then to the girl clinging to her side, the blonde placing kisses along Teagan’s neck.
“Hey I thought you said it wasn’t for fucking.” You say as you and Jessie swap places with Teagan and her girl.
“That’s because hen I thought it was a gross frat boy in there.” She gives a smirk before closing the door, locking it behind her.
You turn to Jessie. “Seems like she’s busy.”
The girl giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. She then looks at you, pointing toward the staircase. “Would you want to leave? Go somewhere else? Grab pizza or something?”
You nod your head quickly at her, “I’d rather be anywhere else than here.”
“Perfect, sounds like a date. I mean, a plan, sounds like a plan.” Jessie trips over her own words, not that you minded, you couldn’t help but notice how, while shy, the girl was adorable, and incredibly hot, a detail Teagan had left out.
“A date works for me.” You hope you’re not being too forward, but at least she was the one who mentioned a date first.
“Oh.” You watch as Jessie’s cheeks blush a deeper red. “Okay, yeah a date.”
“You’re cute, Jessie.” You gently bump your shoulder against hers. “Teagan was right.”
“Oh don’t ever tell her that, we’ll never hear the end of it.” Jessie says, grabbing your hand once again to pull you down the stairs and out of the house party and down the street to a small pizza shop.
That pizza shop became a tradition on every anniversary the two of you shared after that night. And down the road Teagan made it a point to emphasize how you two have her to thank for your relationship during her speech at your wedding.
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okay this is long but currently imagining being married to jessie and pregnant and you are visiting her parents house (maybe for like christmas? because it’s closer than your parents). obviously now you are relatively settled in with her family and can be just as comfortable as you are in your own home. ANYWAYY thinking about you being at that stage in pregnancy where you are exhausted all the time and you get ordered by her mom to be effectively on bed rest and they help look after you and jessie comes and lays down next to you to keep you company <3
jessie gets out of helping with dinner or doing other things around the house by saying that she’s laying with you, talking to the baby, being a good wife ect. her mum isn’t having it and makes jessie help but then lays down with you instead just to talk.
jessie cracks it when she comes to tell you that dinner’s ready and she sees her mum telling the baby stories from when jessie was growing up
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my plans for may:
blurb night is happening next week so send anything that’s bouncing around ur lil noggin in. in the mean time, here’s some things about blurb night that you need to know:
when requesting a blrub, don’t just give me the player’s name! give me a prompt or an idea you have so i can expand upon smth
if blurbs are similar, i’ll only respond to one and delete the rest so i’m not repeating myself
don’t be disheartened if i don’t answer yours! sometimes things just don’t spark inspiration or i keep them for future fic reference
the players i mostly write for outside of jessie are the matildas and arsenal! they’re the teams that i follow, which means i have more insight into the players and their personalities
i’m going away for the weekend and i’m not sure how good the internet will be so there’s a chance that for the next three days i’ll be radio silent
my birthday is in two weeks and i’ve decided to hold a birthday bash of sorts. this means that i’ll be posting fics, blurbs and headcanons consistently all week. if you have a fic that you’d like me to consider, lmk!
jessie wip week is coming at the end of the month (i think) so lmk what wips you want done! viral is already on the list as it has been the most requested.
if you’ve got any questions about anything i’ve listed please ask!
#jessie fleming#jessie fleming blurb#kyra cooney cross#alessia russo#sam kerr#woso#woso blrub#woso x reader#kyra cooney cross fic#sam kerr x reader#leah williamson fic#katie mccabe
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