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alessiasfreckles · 3 months

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Advantage (Leah Williamson x reader)

After colliding with another player, you have a concussion and have to stay home. Leah volunteers to look after you.

warnings: injury / concussion, sick, very mild angst if you squint

A/N: based off this request! I hope you like it! also any doctors pls don't come for me i've never had a concussion idk what the recovery looks like. part 2 here!

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The crowd went silent as your body fell limply to the ground. The game had been going so well up until that point, you were 3-0 up, and you were racing towards the goal with the ball high in the air, your eyes never leaving it as you jumped up to hit it with your head. That was all you could remember. Your teammates rushed towards you, the ball lying forgotten on the grass as the ref ran over.

“Shit, she’s not moving,” Katie exclaimed, turning around to flag down the medics who were already making their way across the pitch. “Get over here, she needs help, now!”

Leah was knelt down by your side, careful not to touch you in case it was something serious, like a back or neck injury. “It’s going to be okay, y/n,” she said, her voice wavering slightly. She was mostly saying it to calm her own nerves, trying to convince herself you were okay.

“What happened?” Lotte asked Alessia, who was stood anxiously chewing her lip.

“I’m not sure, I- I was so focused on the ball as well,” she said, feeling guilty for not paying better attention. “She jumped up for the ball and the defender, fuck, what’s her name, the big one, went for it as well, they must have hit heads.”

Everyone was gathered around you like a protective wall, guarding you from the cameras and the crowd, who were talking quietly amongst themselves, worry rippling through the stadium. The medics carefully moved your limp body onto the stretcher, and the last view most of the girls on the field had of you was your body being carried away.

Your eyes fluttered open to see the overhead lights of the hallway as the medics carried you towards an ambulance waiting outside. “What’s- what’s going on?” you asked, groaning slightly.

“You’ve had a head injury, y/n,” one of the medics told you gently. “You have to go to the hospital to be checked for a concussion.”

“Oh,” you said weakly, “okay.”

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The hospital released you after keeping you in for observation for a few hours, determining that whilst you had a concussion, it was only a mild one. The team doctor drove you home, telling you to rest up and make sure to drink lots of fluids. You were surprised to see the lights on in your house, when you pulled up, but brushed it off thinking that maybe you’d forgotten to turn them off that morning.

When you opened the door, however, you were surprised to find Leah, Beth, Viv, and Katie sat on your sofa.

“Y/n!” Leah exclaimed, standing up quickly and rushing over to give you a hug. “How are you feeling? Thank god you’re okay.”

“Remember, Lee, don’t crowd her,” Katie said with a grin, but she couldn’t hide the concern on her face.

“How are you feeling?” Beth asked. “Jonas told us that they said it’s a concussion, but not too bad, right?”

“Uh, yeah,” you said weakly, with a smile. “yeah, I’m okay, mostly. But, um, what are you guys doing here?”

“Oh!” Leah blushed. “Well, we thought someone should be here, so you’re not just home alone, and we all wanted to make sure you were okay- well, the whole team did, obviously, but we thought it’d be better if it was just a few of us so we weren’t crowding you!”

“That’s really thoughtful, thank you,” you said, stomach fluttering at the thought of Leah being so worried about you. “The doctor did say that it’d be better for someone to be here tonight and tomorrow. Sorry, I know it’s our day off, so everyone probably has plans, but-”

“Don’t be silly, y/n!” Leah said quickly, and behind her, Beth and Viv shot each other a knowing look. “We’re all happy to look after you. I can stay, at least tonight.”

“Thank you,” you smiled warmly, before you were hit with a wave of nausea. “Oh, I think I’m going to be sick-”

You clapped a hand over your mouth as Katie grabbed a bowl they’d put nearby and quickly put it in front of you. Leah held your hair back and rubbed a hand on your back as you threw up, and you grimaced.

“Ugh, ‘m sorry, that was gross,” you said weakly.

“Here, have some water,” Viv said, holding a glass. You took it gratefully as Katie stood up.

“I’m sorry, chick, I’m going to have to head out,” she said apologetically, looking slightly queasy herself. “You know I can’t handle sick. But I’ll come round tomorrow to check on ya, with some of the other girls?”

You nodded, feeling your head start to pound. “No worries, thank you for being here. I’m starting to feel pretty tired, actually, and my head is killing me, so I think I might just go to sleep.”

Beth and Viv stood up as well, both hugging you before saying their goodbyes. And then it was just you and Leah.

“Hey, um, what actually happened, on the pitch?” you asked her. “I don’t really remember much. The doctor said that’s normal, but it’s weird, not being able to remember.”

“Well, it was the 39th minute, I think,” she began, frowning, and you couldn’t help but smile at the fact that she even knew the exact minute. “You were running for the ball, and you went to header it, but that big defender from the other team was going for it too and their head hit yours. Then, well, you just… fell to the ground.”

“Oh,” you said quietly. “Was the other player okay?”

“She was bleeding a bit, a cut on their head, but she was fine other than that.”

“That’s good. I’m… sorry,” you told her, and she looked confused.

“Sorry for what?”

“For not paying more attention. I should have seen the other player-” you started, and she cut you off with a vehement shake of her head.

“Absolutely not, y/n, don’t apologise. You didn’t do anything wrong, okay?” she said.

You nodded, still feeling somewhat guilty, but too tired to argue. Leah chuckled as you let out a big yawn. “Bed?” she asked. “For you, I mean. I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

“What? Don’t be silly,” you told her, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach. “There’s plenty of space in my bed.”

“Okay,” she smiled. “Right then, sleepy head. Did the doctor say anything about sleeping, or anything we should watch out for?”

“Um, just that it’s important that I rest a lot, I think,” you frowned, suddenly not sure. “I don’t really remember. Oh, I think she gave me some paper with information on it.”

You found the info sheet in your bag and showed it to Leah, who read through it quickly, nodding. “Well, let’s get you to bed.”

It wasn’t the first time you and the captain had shared a bed. After all, the team was like a family, people sharing beds all the time when you went away or slept over at someone’s house. Still, if you weren’t so tired, you probably would have been more nervous about the idea of sleeping so close to Leah, who you’d been harbouring a crush on for a while now. As it was, you fell asleep fairly quickly, exhausted from the day’s excitement. Leah however, still worried about you, laid awake for a while, thoughts racing. She listened to your slow, steady breathing as she scrolled on her phone, first googling ‘recovery from concussion’ and ‘what to do when someone has a concussion’, despite the fact that she knew full well what the recovery for a concussion looked like from having had one herself just a couple years before. Still, she couldn’t stop thinking about you.

“Lee?” you groaned, rolling over in bed as the sun shone through your curtains. “What’re you doing here? Fuck, it’s so bright. Ugh, my head.”

“Oops, yeah,” she said, quickly closing the curtains a little more and dimming the bright morning light. Smiling at you, she sat back down on an armchair in your bedroom, her laptop balanced on the armrest. “Sorry about that, I forgot. Anyway, morning sleepyhead! I slept over, remember? To keep an eye on you.”

“Oh, yeah, right” you mumbled, pressing a hand to the side of your head and wincing in pain.

“Here,” Leah said, jumping up and picking up a glass of water and some pain medicine she’d put on the bedside table. “Take this, it should help your head.”

You nodded, taking it from her gratefully.

“How are you feeling?” she asked.

“M’ head hurts. And I feel a bit weird. Head feels fuzzy,” you said, before sitting up. “Wait, what day is it? Do we have training? We’re going to be late!”

You stood up quickly, grabbing onto the bedpost as your head started swimming.

“Woah there!” she put her hands on your shoulders, gently pushing you back onto the bed. “Today is Monday, we don’t have training, remember? We played yesterday.”

“Oh, yeah,” you say, frowning. “I forgot.”

“That’s okay,” she told you. “It’s normal to be a bit confused after a concussion. My brain felt so fuzzy after mine.”

You nodded. “Yeah, fuzzy is a good word to describe it. Wait, you were here when I got home, right? How did you get in?”

“I have a key, remember?” she said with a laugh. You’d given her a copy of your key at some point after you started hanging out more outside of training. It came in handy when you forgot your own key, which happened more often than you’d like to admit. “Speaking of, some of the girls are going to come over later, if that’s okay? Or do you want to rest a bit more?”

“Um, I think I'll rest more for now, but it’d be nice to see them later?” you asked, still feeling tired despite having slept in.

“Of course,” Leah said, smiling warmly. “Do you want me to stay? I don’t mind, but I can come back later too, if you want? Or, I mean, I don’t have to come back at all, if you’re sick of me already.” she teased, her voice confident but a hint of worry behind her voice.

“Oh, if you have something you have to do, that’s okay, you can leave,” you told her, feeling guilty that she was spending her day off looking after you.

“I don’t have anything to do!” she quickly said. “But, I might do some shopping? I had a look in the kitchen last night and honestly, y/n, I don’t know how you survive. All you had in was some milk, a half empty jar of pesto, and some bread.”

“Oops,” you smiled lazily, the pain medicine starting to kick in. You couldn’t remember what the doctor said it was exactly, but it was strong. “I’ll be okay whilst you go shopping, Lee. I can handle myself!”

She raised an eyebrow at you and laughed. “Yeah, okay hun. Look, I’ll be back in half an hour, an hour tops, okay?”

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True to her word, 45 minutes later the front door opened. You had slowly made your way over to the sofa after she left, planning on putting some TV on but had ended up falling asleep. Your eyes opened to the sound of the key in the lock, and when Leah came through the door carrying multiple shopping bags you smiled widely.

“LeeLee!!” you beamed, rubbing your eyes sleepily. Oh yeah, the pain meds had definitely kicked in.

“I see the pain meds have kicked in,” she said with a grin, and you gasped.

“OMG, that’s what I just said! Well, in my head. Said in my head. Ha, that rhymes,” you chuckled to yourself, before getting distracted by how many bags Leah was carrying. It was at least three.

She laughed. “Is that right?”

You nodded seriously, sitting up. “Yep. Anyway, look at all those bags! You must have bought soo much. And you’re carrying it all! You’re so strong,” you swooned, and her cheeks had a slight pink tinge to them.

“Wow, those pain meds must be strong. They’ve turned you into a right little loopy Lou,” she said as she carried the shopping through to the kitchen.

“Loopy Lou, loopy Lou,” you repeated quietly a few times. “Huh. That’s fun to say.”

“How are you feeling?” Leah asked as she came back, sitting down next to you on the sofa.

“Good,” you said, drawing out the word.

“Any nausea, any pain?”

“Hmm, nope! Actually, head hurts a bit. Right here,” you said, poking the lump on the side of your head. “Ow.”

“Yeah, that’d be where you knocked heads,” she said, carefully brushing your hand away from the sizeable lump, and you blushed when her fingers touched yours.

“You’re so pretty, Lee,” you sighed, a dopey smile on your face, and Leah let out a surprised laugh. “And your hands are so nice.”

She raised an eyebrow, curious to hear what else you had to say, but not wanting to push it. “Is that right?” she asked, her voice light.

“Yup,” you nodded, trying to make your face look more serious, but you got the feeling that it wasn’t working. “So pretty.”

“Okay, y/n,” she laughed, but the flush on her cheeks was undeniable.

“You’re blushing!” you exclaimed gleefully, poking her dimple with an outstretched finger. “You’re so cute!”

She batted your hand away playfully, still blushing. “Yeah, yeah. You’re the cute one,” she said, not looking directly at you, like she was scared of your reaction.

“Me?” you gasped dramatically. “You think I’m cute?”

“Sure do,” she looked back at you and smiled, a hint of relief in her eyes. “But I’m guessing you won’t remember any of this by tomorrow.”

“Oh,” you pouted. “But I like that you think I’m cute.”

“You do?”

“Yeah!” you nodded emphatically, then stopped quickly, wincing at the throbbing in your head. “Oof, ouch. That was a bad idea. Can I have some more pain meds?”

“Uh, yeah, I’ll get them,” Leah said, standing up. Despite her excitement at learning that apparently you felt the same way she did, she felt a twinge of guilt, a voice in the back of her mind telling her that she was taking advantage of the state that you were in.

“Thanks, LeeLee!” you beamed when she brought you some meds and a glass of water. “You’re the best.”

“Haha, yeah,” she said, shuffling awkwardly. “Um, look, y/n, I’m going to go, if that’s okay? Katie and some of the others will come over in a bit to check on you.”

“Oh, okay,” you said, frowning, and within a few minutes Leah had packed her things and left.

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A week later you were almost back to normal. Your head still hurt a little occasionally, and you preferred to wear sunglasses when up and about, still a little sensitive to bright lights, but the lump on the side of your head had almost disappeared. You’d spent the week recovering at home, Leah by your side for the first day and girls from the team coming by after training every day since. Leah had pulled back somewhat after that first day, and you weren’t really sure why, though you had the feeling that maybe you’d said something stupid when you were on the particularly strong pain meds you’d been given.

You’d been instructed to come back to the training grounds so that the team doctor could give you a check up and you were looking forward to being back, even if you weren’t officially back yet. You were also hoping to see Leah. The checkup didn’t take long, the doctor declaring that you could come back and slowly start training again the next day, but to take the rest of the day off. You didn’t see any of your teammates on your way to the doctor’s office, and figured that they were outside on the training pitch, which was fair enough, but you were still a little disappointed.

You left the doctors office and started to make your way to the car park, when the door to one of the changing rooms opened and someone came out, almost knocking into you.

“Shit, sorr-,” they said, holding out a hand to steady you, when you both looked up at the same time. “Y/n! Hi!”

“Hey,” you said softly, looking at Leah. You still felt like things were weird, but you didn’t know why.

“Did you just have your checkup? What did they say?” she asked, and whilst her excitement at seeing you felt genuine, you couldn’t shake the sensation that something was off.

“Oh, that I’m looking good!” you told her, debating whether or not to say anything. “Yeah, they said I can come back tomorrow. Not, like, full steam ahead, obviously, but I can slowly start training again.”

“That’s great!” she said, and then bit her lip. “Um, I should probably get going.”

“Wait-” you started as she began to turn away, and she looked at you with wide eyes. “I, um, did something happen? Did I do something? I feel like you’re upset with me, or not upset but, I don’t know. Something seems wrong.”

“I’m not upset with you,” she frowned.

“Then what’s going on? Please, talk to me, Leah,” you asked, your stomach tying itself in knots.

She sighed. “Do you remember much from Monday?”

“Not really, I guess. I vaguely remember you being there, and then some of the girls being there, but that’s kind of it,” you said, and knocked on the side of your head, smiling wryly. “A concussion and strong-ass painkillers will do that to you.”

She let out a forced laugh and you felt your stomach churn. Oh god, had you embarrassed yourself by telling her about your crush? “Why, did something happen? Did I say something?”

“Kind of,” she said, not meeting your eyes. She thought about lying but had a feeling that you’d know if she did. “You, uh, called me pretty. A few times. And cute. And, um, said that I had nice hands.”

“Oh,” you said in a whisper, desperately fighting the urge to run and hide. “I’m sorry.”

“No, no!” she interjected. “Shit, sorry, no, that’s not what I, uh. No, please don’t apologise. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

You frowned in confusion. “What do you mean? Why have you been avoiding me then?”

“It’s my fault,” she started, and sighed again. “Look, I said some stuff back, okay? And it wasn’t professional or even just okay of me to do that, whilst you were in the state you were in.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“I, well, I might have said that you were the cute one.”

“Okay…,” you said slowly, waiting for the rest. When nothing came, you let out a laugh. “Wait, that’s it? You’ve been avoiding me because I told you I think you’re cute, and you said it back?”

She shuffled her feet, looking down. “Well, I didn’t want to be taking advantage of you!” she protested, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“I hardly think that counts as taking advantage of me,” you lightly countered, stepping closer to her, emboldened by her confession. “So, you think I’m cute, huh?”

“So, you think I’m pretty, and cute, and have nice hands, huh?” Leah retorted, the guilt and worry she had been feeling fading away.

“Sure do, Williamson,” you smirked, taking another step towards her, figuring that you’d already told her once so you might as well admit to it. Now you were only a few inches away from her, and as you glanced at her lips and back up to her eyes, she reached up a hand to cup your cheek. Leaning forward, she placed a soft kiss against your lips, and you tried very hard to ignore the way your stomach felt like it was flipping, focusing on the way her lips felt against yours, something you’d spent so long imagining.

“You know,” she said as she broke away, smiling teasingly. “Last week you kept calling me LeeLee, not Williamson.”

#i really struggled with this one but i hope it turned out okay #leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #arsenal wfc x reader #woso #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso x reader #awfc #leah williamson fluff #hannah writes fics

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lazyjellyfish300 · 5 months

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Miguel O'Hara parenting head canons

I randomly thought of this and thought it would be fun as a new young mom myself to make this list. These are just things I pulled from my brain of what I imagine he'd be like as a parent. Reader is his s/o.

TW: minors DNI, slightly suggestive, breeding, child free, infertility, parenting, childbirth

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Pt 2 as well:

-His kids come first over everything. In the universe where he's a single dad to Gabi he definitely takes a longggg time before introducing anyone he's dating to Gabi. He wouldn't introduce them to her unless he's 10000% committed and sees a future with them.

-One of the best ways to crack through his rough exterior or grumpy moods is to ask him about his kids. Especially if you have kids of your own, start talking about them and he'll slowly forget what he's doing and listen/calm down (proof: when Peter brings Mayday to work) and when it comes to talking about his own kids he'll rattle on and on.

-He goes the extra mile on Christmas for Gabi. He's normally cheap/frugal asf but not on Christmas. Gets her a stocking and buys so much stuff it barely fits in the stocking.

-Gabi loves stuffed animals. Her bed is like piled high with squishables and squashmallows. Miguel knows each one's name.

-If you don't want kids/child free or can't, no problem. As long as you love Gabi as much as he does Miguel doesn't have issues. He still loves you & you two still share a lasting love based around love of travel and adventure and he's extremely sensitive to your feelings. (Aka he nearly fought your aunt at Thanksgiving for asking when you two are going to have kids)

-if you have kids already/want kids ooooh he's trying to get you pregnant yesterday. And he absolutely adores your kids as much as his own. He never uses the word "step," when describing his step kids. He's a little intimidating at pick up but he's civil with your ex, mostly for your sake. He loves the family life with you and is on board for whatever fun craft night/family game night/movie night ideas you have. He supports you if you have a career or if you want to stay home with the kids he is behind you 100%.

-He definitely does not have McDonald's money. (We have food at home)

-He believes in the theory of Gentle parenting but has a hard time applying it. (catches himself being kind of hard on the kids but he's determined to break the cycle and be the father he never had, always apologizes to the kids)

-He thinks Disneyland is way overpriced and over hyped but he loves going purely for yours and Gabi's reaction to the magic. He carries Gabi on his shoulders and carries her in his arms when she naps after a long day at Disney when you head back to the hotel.

-He does tea parties/plays dolls with Gabi 1000% but he forgets to stay in character when playing with dolls and Gabi has to remind him to use his girly voice.

-learned how to do hairstyles for Gabi and always braids her hair/does ponytails for her soccer games. He's a bit of a perfectionist at it and has made them late for games in the past because he wants to get it right.

-If you want kids, you want like 2 or 3 max and he goes along with whatever you want because it's your body your choice, but if it was up to him he'd want like 5 or 6.

-He definitely gets a little too carried away at the kid's sports games and got into an argument with the ref at Gabi's soccer game once, but after you had a stern talking to him now he just mutters under his breath after every call.

- He's at every single doctor's appointment and asks the pediatrician way too many questions.

- He loves taking Gabi and the kids trick or treating on Halloween while you stay warm at home with the younger kids/babies. He definitely dresses up in a scary costume and sits on the porch really still like a statue and scares the kids.

- He completely misses the fact that all the moms at soccer practice and school pick up are flirting with him.

-When the kids are sick he's the first one to offer to call off work to stay home. If you don't work then he'll take a sick day to be with you and the kids.

- he's actually a really good cook, but when it comes to packing the kids lunches he's more of a simple man (pb& j or turkey sandwich with carrot sticks, goldfish, and milk) whereas you go all out with the star shaped fruit, cutting the crust off the sandwiches and handwritten notes.

- he's a workaholic but he'll miss work or a meeting for Gabi's choir performances any day.

-overly excited for the science fair at Gabi's school and is involved with her project/signs up to be one of the judges.

-he's at every single parent teacher conference

- He has a no cell phones at dinner rule, and is big on talking with the kids, asking about their day and school.

- if you want kids, he's at all your prenatal appointments and saves all the ultrasound pics and cried when you told him you're pregnant

-he completely passed out on the guest couch for like 5 hours straight in your hospital room after your delivery because he was awake all night with you tending to you and the new baby, helping you to the bathroom with your postpartum undies and changing the baby's diaper

-blood doesn't bother him at all, being the scientist he is he asks the doctor a lot of questions and is comfortable watching the medical procedures while you're in labor.

-he babies you when you're pregnant and occupies the kids so you can rest/won't let you go anywhere by yourself/carry anything heavier than 5 pounds.

-definitely cries at his daughters wedding but complains about the cost of everything through the whole planning process.

-also gets teary at the kids graduation, brings in noisemakers/giant posters even though the principal said not to.

#miguel ohara #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel atsv #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderman #across the spiderverse #headcanon #miguel headcanons #Spotify

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iinsertblognamee · 8 months

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body slam

summary ― a guy runs on the field mid-game and does the one thing that set's sam off. he touches you.

pairing ― sam kerr x reader

warning/s ― angst? dickhead, fluff

based off this request

You loved meeting your fans. It was one of your favourite things in the world, people coming to cheer you on - your name on their jersey. After every game, you would go to the stands, talk with fans, take as many photos and sign as many items as you could before you were called back to the changing rooms. And as much as you loved your fans, sometimes they took it too far.

You were well into the second half of the game by now, neither Chelsea nor Juventus had yet to score any goals and both teams, as well as the fans, were getting tired. You had been sticking to the right side of the field for most of the game, a play you and the trainers had been trying out. The screaming of your name would come and go as you would move from play to play, and although you were heavy in the game, one voice kept standing out to you.

There was something different, you couldn’t put your finger on it but that particular voice kept you on edge all game. Guro had noticed the distress almost immediately, you brushing it off - not wanting to take hers or your attention off the game at hand.

The time moved along, minute after minute - still no points on the scoreboard for either team. The calling of your name got more aggressive as the game continued, slowly creating more space between you and the stands as you moved further into the middle. You could hear Emma calling out for you to move back into position but your gut told you to keep as much distance as you could.

You knew the game was almost over, looking around at the girls as you attempted to catch your breath. Games like this were hard, the team putting in the effort although the scoreboard doesn’t show it. Cheers from the crowd keep you going, although you seem to miss the moment the cheers change - the sound of your name being called coming closer and closer.

You shift your body to take a look at the voice, a man making his way over to you with his phone out.

“Y/N I need to speak with you. I’ve been trying to get in contact with you for months”

He continues to walk towards you, you taking two steps back - almost running into Guro. You look around, the refs looking around although not seeming to make any attempt to create distance between you and the man calling out for you.

He manages to get close enough to you, his hand reaching out to grab you as Guro pulls you into her. You catch girls from both teams coming in closer, Millie’s voice telling the guy to back off breaks through his rant.

You remove your gaze from him, looking around for your girlfriend. Sam came into view, a frown on her face. It’s the wrong move, as before you could comprehend what has happened, you feel your head being pulled back - your body following from the force. His grip twists your ponytail as you fall into his chest.

You hear the yells of team members from both sides, arms going in the air, as multiple people pull you out of his grip - he doesn’t let go easy, you letting out a cry as he tries to hold onto your hair tighter before ultimately letting go. Your heart is beating a million beats per second, your hand on your chest as you feel someone’s hands on your cheeks trying to grasp your attention.

You manage to focus on the person in front of you, Guro. A frown on her face as you watch her scan over your face and body to look for any injuries. “You okay?” she asks, her hands now on your shoulders. You nod your head in response, not sure what else can be said in the moment as you break your eyes away from Guro and look for Sam once more.

You catch sight of the man once more, although your attention turns to Sam - and almost in slow motion you watch as she charges up to him, slamming her shoulder and hip into his body and watching as he falls flat on his ass. The cheers of the stands break through your shock, the ref coming up to give Sam a yellow card and you find yourself running over to them - ready to tell the ref off.

What the hell is wrong with them?

You manage to catch the end of Sam’s rant with the ref, her arms up in the air as you watch her shake her head and scoff. “-He physically touched one of my players, and you two stood there and let it happen”.

The refs attempt to argue back but Sam shakes her head once again, walking off as Millie watches past you and towards them to defuse the situation at hand. Sam and you catch each other’s eyes, and within seconds you are in her embrace. Her hands now checking all over to ensure you were okay. You let out a small wince as she grazes over the back of your head where your (loose) ponytail now sat - her lips dropping into a bigger frown.

“It’s okay, just a little sore”

It’s not the right thing to say, Sam’s grip on your waist hardening.

“Shouldn’t have happened love” she mumbles, letting out a controlled breath. Something you had taught her to use whenever she was feeling stressed or frustrated in a game. You bring your hand behind her ear, bringing her closer to you as your foreheads touch.

“I’ll be okay, I have you to nurse me back to health once this game is finished”

She lets out a small hm in agreement, her eyes closed. You can tell she’s just focusing on the breathing technique and from what you could tell it was working.

You could feel team members from both sides coming up to you asking you if you were okay, taps on your back. The situation rips through the whole group. Soon enough the refs state that the game is to continue, and although you are physically okay - you choose to sub the rest of the game off. Cheers erupt as you walk off, the rest of your teammates waiting for you, patting you on the back as you grab a side off to the side.

Soon enough the final whistle blows, and Sam is back in front of you within seconds - water bottle in hand. She practically forces you to take sips, as she suggests seeing a medic (which you refuse). Team members came up to ask if you were okay, some wondering what exactly had happened as they were too far away to catch the scene. You explained multiple times that you were fine, just a small headache and that you didn’t really know what had happened exactly - all that you remember was seeing the guy coming towards you and then him pulling you by your hair.

Through the madness of team meetings, giving your reports on the incident and convincing Sam you were okay you had managed to make it home. Sam put you on bed rest as she ran around to ensure you had an icepack for your head, water and food on the bedside table and after many times of begging Sam to calm down and join you - you had your girlfriend holding you as she massaged your head. the current TV show two of you were bingeing and playing on the screen in front of you.

Between the massage, the forehead kisses and Sam’s body heat calming you down, you drifted off to sleep - Sam joining you not long after.

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skipper1331 · 4 months

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Penalty // Jessie Fleming

a/n: based off this and this request.

Anger was the only thing Jessie felt when she stormed off the pitch. How could that be fair?! A penalty, really?!

Chelsea was about to face Real Madrid in the Champions League group stages. Everybody was excited as it was the first CL match for the team this season. One simple instruction to follow: win.

Emma Hayes wanted to win. She chose her starting eleven very carefully as she had analyzed Madrid’s last games - it should be easy to win. She addressed every weakness of the opposing team and fixed her own on exploiting those exact weaknesses. She was determined to win.

Jessie was in her chosen starting lineup while you were on the bench. You felt so much pride, knowing that she was in it. The girl was so hardworking, ambitious and caring, she deserved her start. Gladly, Emma shared that opinion, for once.

Sadly, Emma’s plan didn’t go as she had hoped, Real Madrid already getting on the scoreboard in the 10th minute - Olga Carmona scoring from distance.

The equalizer didn‘t come until the 41‘ Niamh getting her name of the scoreboard. It was 1-1, Emma Hayes not pleased with the performance of her team.

Her halftime talk was harsh, pointing out each mistake they had made before she got more tactical for the new playing style which the team should play in the second half.

The second half started with chaos as the blues tried to find their rhythm with the new orders from their coach - no changes made yet. 10 minutes in, they found it, trying their best to get in the lead which they did in the 74‘

When Athenea del Castillo ran with the ball towards Chelsea’s box, Jess sprinted after her.

Unfortunately, the midfielder slide tackled her, the Madrid player deciding to let herself fall in the box - the ref blowing her whistle, immediately pointing to the penalty spot. All the subs jumped from their seats, yelling as the players on the field started to argue with the ref. No way, that was a penalty! Jess was shocked about the decision. She didn’t touch her! Let alone in the penalty area!

The ref‘s decision stood - penalty.

Steam was radiating off Jessie‘s body, she felt so mad. Where was var when you needed it? Her decision was ridiculous, every Blue agreed on that opinion yet Madrid happy with it.

The Canadian prayed that Olga would miss.

She didn‘t.

2-2.

Emma Hayes furios. No, she wasn‘t mad at Jessie but angry at the referee and the scoreline. Beating Real Madrid should‘ve been easy.

Despite the teams best efforts to make it 3-2, every attempt was stopped by the goalie or even earlier by the defence.

The final whistle blew, the score 2-2.

Jessie was angry, beyond angry. She was disappointed in herself, angry at the referee and sad about the result. What did she do to deserve this? For once, she was in the starting lineup and then something like that happens. Nobody was blaming her but the ref, yet that didn’t help to lift her bad mood.

Sweet girl Jessie was angry, a sight people rarely ever see. Of course, she shook every opponents hand - she wasn’t childish by any means.

But as soon as she did so, she left the pitch, storming off to the changing rooms.

Your eyes watched every movement, your mind debating if you should follow her. Your heart told you not to, not yet. She needed some minutes to calm down and you knew she could only process her feelings in silence. Respecting her boundaries, you gave her some time to cool off, the team going to the Chelsea fan side, saying their thank yous as they signed some jerseys and took some pictures.

After some time, you excused yourself from the team, walking towards the changing rooms.

You knocked at the door, not wanting to startle her as you entered the locker. The girl sat in her cubby, shin pads in front of her, no doubt that she had smacked them on the floor. She was still in her gear, her cheeks red and puffy - she had been crying. Wordlessly, she sat beside her, not caring whose cubby it was. All you cared was about Jessie. You didn‘t say anything and you wouldn‘t until she made a move. There was no pressure in your action, you were with her - she wasn‘t alone.

"Can… can you hold my hand?" she whispered, breaking the silence. Gently, you lifted her hand from her lap, intertwining your fingers before you settled your holding hands back down. Her head fell on your shoulder, hiding in the crook of your neck while she wanted to shut out the world. At least for as long as she could.

When the first few girls started to enter the changing room, Jessie left your touch completely. She didn‘t want to seem weak in front of her friends nor did she want any pitty from them.

She was a girl of privacy and even though the team knew the two of you were a couple, a very lovey-dovey one as well, there wasn‘t much pda.

Respecting her act, you stood up and went to your cubby, getting ready to leave. Every now and then you would glance towards the Canadian, only to find her eyes already on you. To be honest, you couldn’t read her eyes or facial expression - you could only imagine what she was feeling. Normally, you didn’t have a problem with reading Jessie‘s body language as you knew her like the back of your hand but this was different, this was something new.

On the way to the airport, the girl sat beside you - she hadn‘t said a word since her question in the locker. She stared out of the window, watching the streetlights disappear in the darkness of the night.

Every inch in her body was fighting against the urge of crying and falling in your arms. I am strong, she told herself. But the only thing she wanted, was to have your arms wrapped around her securely, your soothing voice whispering sweet nothings as you drew some patterns on her back, making her fall asleep in an instant.

The plane ride went the exact same; Jess didn’t say a word, caught up in her own world yet her hand holding yours tightly. She needed your touch.

Arriving in London felt like a relief for Jess, she could breathe again.

Late at night, early in the morning you arrived at home, "Do you want to talk about it?" you asked gently, placing your bags on the floor and guiding her to living room right after. You took a seat on the couch, pulling her on your lap. Her facade was gone. It was just the two of you. As you looked at her, she broke down, all emotions spilling at once. Tears ran down her cheeks as she started to sob in your chest. She held onto you for her dear life. Your hand rubbed her back, trying to calm her down as you held her just as tight. "It’s all my fault!" she cried, guilt eating her up alive. Because of her, the team had jeopardized their lead, the game ending in a draw because of her mistake.

"Baby, no it‘s not" you whispered, adding more sweet nothings which you knew she liked.

"It is!" she leaned back, eyes locking with yours as so much emotion was written in them, "that stupid tackle! I didn‘t even- it wasn‘t even- that shouldn‘t have been a penalty!"

Furiously, tears ran out of her eyes while it broke your heart to see the sweetest girl in so much pain. It wasn‘t her fault, "I know, my love, I know" you told her, thumb caressing the apple of her cheek.

The brunette let herself melt in your embrace, the only comfort that would help as she hid in your grasp. Your arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer before you laid down on the couch properly. Your head rested on one of the cushions, Jessie‘s on your shoulder, breath tickling your neck while her hands grasped your shirt. Your legs were tangled together, both of your arms around her waist as the one hand started to draw patterns on her back. "I love you so much" you whispered, kissing the top of her head as you continued whispering sweet nothings.

Her eyelids became heavy and body exhausted, your voice calming her down as your pattern drawing relaxed her. Slowly but surely, she drifted off to sleep. You carried on with your actions, wanting to bring her as much comfort as you could, not minding that she was asleep. You were glad that she was.

And even though the girl was fast asleep, she knew you‘re comforting her - you always were because you were her comfort.

#jessie fleming #jessie fleming x reader #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso #chelsea wfc #chelsea women #chelsea x reader #canwnt #canwnt x reader #canada #olga carmona #real madrid femenino

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ninjago-oc-appreciation · 1 month

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Ninjago Oc Secret Summer 2024!

What is a Secret Summer? - It's basically a Secret Santa (A secret gift giving event) but in Summertime/Not-December instead! - For this event, you'll be secretly assigned someone to draw/write a gift for based around their oc(s) - It's very important that no one knows that you are making them a gift and vice versa, that you don't know who is making you a gift!

Are there any rules?

- Absolutely no N/S/F/W or Suggestive content is permitted for prompts, gifts, or references. This is /not/ an 18+ event.

- No direct contact with the person you're making a gift for; you can communicate through me or someone helping run the event, or ask through anon on tumblr if you can.

- No AI art/writing, Gacha edits, face claims, picrews, or bases will be permitted for oc reference submissions or gifts.

- Oc x Canon and Oc x Oc ships are 100% allowed.

- Fankids, sonas, and self inserts are also allowed; my only rule is that fankids of Lloyd x Canon ships are not permitted.

- Please respect requests regarding holiday or seasonal preferences when making a gift. Don't depict an oc participating in a holiday or seasonal activity that the creator asked not be depicted. - For the art portion, you must draw the character(s) you were assigned and they must be visible (feel free to ask for clarification).

How many ocs can be submitted total? - Three ocs can be submitted but only one is required.

What will I need for sign ups? - Refs or art that show a clear, colored depiction of your oc - OR at least two pieces of writing for said oc (does not need to be a whole fic. Could easily just be a quick blurb showing how they're written as a character) - Basic Information/Fun Facts about your character. This can be background information, relationships, likes/dislikes, age and height, personality, etc. - Suggestions or prompts for your gift giver. Stuff to help get their brain going. - Your blog name (not the name you go by but the url name. Like @/Ninjago-Oc-Appreciation, for example. Make sure it's a tumblr url, and not from any other social media).

What's the General Timeline for this event? - Sign ups will be rolling out April 14th and will remain open until the 21st. Requests can be made for small extensions if needed. - Assignments will be made sometime after the sign up forms close; posting week will begin late June (exact date to be announced with sign ups) - There will be exactly one week designated as a late period at the start of July.

How do I sign up? - In April, I'll post a google document where you can submit your ocs! There will be one for writing and one for art! - Please reach out to me after signing up in some way. This can be through messages, asks, comments, etc. In the past we've had issues with the forms, where they'd "eat' a submission, and I'd like to know when to check to make sure this doesn't happen again.

Event Tags

- We'll be using #NOSS2024, #NinjagoOcSecretSummer2024, and #SecretNinja2024 as tags for this event!

That's all! If you have any questions feel free to let me know, I tried to cover everything but I may have missed something!

Feel free to reblog this post and share with people who might be interested!

#ninjago oc #ninjago ocs #Ninjago #ninjago events #NOSS2024 #ninjago secret santa #Ninjago secret summer #SecretNinja2024 #Ninjagoocsecretsummer2024 #Aries posts #Aries talks #Idk my talking tag

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froot-batty · 6 months

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Ozzie's most terrible employees!

Ive decided that "less important" characters are gonna get these smaller refs, so I can save some sanity. Most will get the fancy ones, but I've gotta start getting through some of these LMAO

Anyway. These two don't have very much in the way of lore, but I'll throw down some fun facts

-I based this Victor HEAVILY off of the Gotham version, because that's the only Batman media where I've seen it be interesting at all. He is a killer (hehe) assassin and all-around weird guy

-Also as you can see I have changed up Pyg a LOT too. She's a gal now because I'm a sucker for fucked up women. She definitely didn't kill her family and her apron is definitely not human leather I promise you can come close to her I swear

-If you've ever seen Gotham, that one thing that Victor does to Butch is basically what Pyg does to people. She "reprograms" them, or at the very least tortures the hell out of them so they learn their lessons (or until they die). Oz kind of lets her run free as long as she deals with whichever person he sends her way and doesn't get too crazy

-Pyg's name is shortened to just Pyg in this version, not Professor Pyg. She has really no license to dig around in people. Her name was just a mean nickname given to her by the press/other criminals when she started out, because everyone thought she was dumb and piggish. Much like Oz, though, she made it her brand. (Also, Pyg's real name is Leslie Valentine :] )

-Victor has alopecia. Yes this does mean they wear falsies

-Oswald takes blood pressure medication solely because of these two (I'm only half joking)

#sarsee it's funny you sent me that cunty pyg panel because i planned to drop my pyg design today LMAO #frootverse #pyg #leslie valentine #victor zsasz #oswald cobblepot #the penguin #rogues gallery #batman #rogue design #my art #its my sworn duty to make batman villains milfs god bless

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groovygladiatorsheep · 6 months

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The Amazing Digital Circus x Alice in Wonderland au !! Part 1 - Refs

Have a crossover of mine I cooked up with the help of @kattanimates :3

Here’s the reference of Pomni and Ragatha !!

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Credits -

This au was made by me :3

The Amazing Digital Circus belongs to - Glitch

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Story lore part 1TM -

Here, the universe Pomni lends in truly is a mix of her original universe and Alice’s.

Basically, it has the same layout as Digital Circus’s, as in its a world hypothetical humans get trapped in, but ! It’s Alice in Wonderland inspired inside the game and as such the twos universe morals merges.

I’ll probably end up doing a plan of how the digi-land look !!

All the cast of TADC is here, but since Alice has much more characters, the story will adapt differently.

One interesting thing about this au is that, you get a ‘role’ when you enter this world, based on your basic personality traits, and how you’ll react to being stuck there. Usually there’s so many empty roles we end up finding a match for the newcomers, but !

Sometimes you end up having the same role as someone else ; I call it multiplaying. Which is what happened to Pomni n Ragatha !

Info -

• Pomni

- Very visibly not okayTM

- Eyes turns into clean spirals when confused !

- Her bells rings everytime she runs..

- saw her face in a pond’s reflection instead of a mirror ! :0

- Unlike in the og TADC where you choose your name, here you have to type it as you enter the world ! You can also randomize it, which.. is what happened to Pomni.

• Ragatha

- Optimistic101 + Subtle Stockholm Syndrome

- Is the self proclaimed one who introduce newcomers and can easily guide around Pomni since. You know.. same role.

- Favourite food to look at is tea.

- Cards stitched in her left eye.. who knows why ?

- Tries to stay positive, and is actually almost doing it !!

- Dollface 🎎

#mdraw #refs #ref #tadc au #tadc #tadc fanart #the amazing digital circus #Pomni #Ragatha #the amazing digital circus ragatha #ragatha fanart #the amazing digital circus pomni #pomni fanart #tadc pomni

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fredmcsm · 5 months

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Admins refs!

Finally done… only took me all week… feel free to ask questions about them! (please)

Funfacts:

- Xara is based off: the End, dragons, lizards, reptiles etc., bats. The people of the Oasis are fancy but still need to wear outfits suitable for living in a Mesa so it comes around to something like Xara wears.

- Fred is based off: the Overworld, birds, deer, bears, angels. People in Fred’s Keep are all farmers/builders/creatives and from what you see in-game of what they wear, it’s similar to what Fred likes to wear. He likes to be comfy ^_^

- Romeo is based off: the Nether, cats, goats, demons/imps. Romeoburg citizens which are of COURSE called Burgers, they all wear thicker clothing for the colder environment tucked away at the mountains & fjords. There’s a lot of leather and furs, and long hair.

Armour refs

I don’t really like these but the idea is there. I needed their armours to suit their fighting styles and their general aesthetics including the ones of their towns.

Quick weapon refs

- Ending Eye is a longbow and its arrows are the sharpest hit you’ll ever get from a bow, owie

- Hoemeo is Fred’s diamond hoe, named this as a joke and it stuck, Fred couldn’t think of another name. He thought it wasn’t going to ever need to be used as a weapon so it didn’t matter. All I can say is that Romeo is lucky he wasn’t the one who died because that would have been an embarrassing death message.

- Ruby is like minecraft zenith and is very good at killing Freds

The pets

- Bonbon is a smaller-than-average creeper that is diffused and acts like a therapy cat to Romeo. He didn’t get a normal cat because he’s Romeo.

- Jean is THE Ender Dragon and was raised from a baby dragon into fully-grown Jean. She is often badly behaved and will only listen to Xara, if anyone.

- Waffles is Waffles… ya. Silly immortal chicken who also has an immortal need to peck Romeo to death

- Nugget, the old Clydesdale horse who is just happy to be there, happy lad ^_^

OK thats all I think. PLZ ask me questions. I will be joyous OK BYE

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #xara mcsm #fred mcsm #romeo mcsm #mcsm admins #BOY THIS POST IS SO LONG ITS STARTING TO LAG #tumblr cant take the power of my uber autism it seems….#my art

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xhollandlilsx · 1 year

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Red Card (pt 2) - (Leah Williamson x Reader)

Concept- Leah and Y/N have been broken up for months, but things kick off when Leah gets jealous during the game against Y/Ns team.

Warnings: Shit Ending.

Pt 1 << Here.

“You ready?” Ella asked as I sat down next to her on the bus, we were still waiting for a few players to arrive but because of the cold they let us on the coach early.

“Of course!” I replied excitedly. The recovery period was awful. 6 weeks of not playing, my first training session back I could not keep up, I knew I’d be on the bench at the start of the game, Marc had an idea of me being a ‘Super Sub’.

I’d only been back for one game before international break started and we were thrown into the England base camp, we had a game against

“You heard from-“

“Yep. A good amount of messages and calls”

“Did you answer?” She asked as we waited at a traffic light and I put ABBA on for her.

“Nope.” I sighed, “She tried to talk to me at training this week too, I just walked away, I couldn’t.”

She did refrain from asking any more, when she realised my tone had changed. It hurt me to ignore Leah but she messed up. Big time.

I pulled my AirPods from my England puffer jacket I had wrapped around me, and offered one to Ella. I wanted to get my head in focus, so I put mine in as Ella shrugged and accepted it putting it in her ear.

*******

We got off the coach and I took a deep breath, before stepping off after Lucy, I’d spent the week with Georgia, Lucy and Kiera, whenever they weren’t with Leah. I wasn’t petty, I was pissed off.

I looked into the camera to the right of us as we walked into Wembley, preparing for the game against Brazil. Raised a fist up and silently cheered before laughing and carrying on walking.

We all made our way to the changing room as I walked over to my shirt, putting my duffel bag on the floor. I smiled at my name in big letters along with the number 11, taking a deep breath I left it on its hanger and sat under it, seeing Georgia pull her phone out and take a photo, so I posed for it before grabbing my shin pads and throwing them on under my joggers.

When it was time to go out and warm up, the atmosphere was insane, ever since the euros there has been a massive influx of fans. I jogged over to the other side line, as fans cheered and clapped, I ran along side Alessia and Chloe. All of us running almost in waves to the side line as fans cheered, the three of us ran over and started to pass one of the balls back and forth between us.

“You alright?” I asked Less, as she looked slightly nervous, like something was bothering her.

“Yeah!” She smiled before kicking the ball to Chloe.

After we’d all warmed up, we began to walk back inside. I shoved my hands in my pockets, only taking them out to wave at a few fans sat around the tunnel.

*******

The game kicked off, and I was not in the starting eleven. If I’m honest I didn’t want to be. I liked the idea of being a ‘super sub’ for this game, I knew the way Brazil operated.

I sat on the side rubbing my hands together trying to generate some heat, the whistle blew for the kick off after everyone took the knee.

The game started off with England having most possession, but Brazil were putting up a good fight. I spent most of the first half an hour ruining my vocal chords, screaming and shouting while sat next to Alessia and Nikita.

“We aren’t playing wide enough” Nikita spoke as she watched. I nodded before I saw one of the Brazilian players collide, hard, with Leah.

“Ref!” I shouted from the side line. It was dirty and anyone with eyes could see that. Leah was stopping that player at any opportunity Brazil made, so you could tell the player had enough, “What the fuck!”

I shook my head as I crossed my arms and watched the ref hold up a yellow card, though Leah was limping back into position.

“Serena, how long?” I asked, hoping to go on soon. My eyes stayed trained on Leah, how she was limping.

“Not yet” She shook her head, I trusted her more than anything, I knew she was only keeping me off because of my injury, and worry that I wouldn’t be 100% like I usually am.

******

Half way through the second half I saw Serena wave me over. I quickly threw my bib off and warmed up, running up and down the side line a couple times.

I adjusted my socks before the ref called for the substitution, Chloe ran over to me and high-fived me before whispering ‘number 15’ in my ear. Meaning number 18 is gonna be my biggest problem.

I nodded before jogging on and into position, where there was a throw in being taken.

‘Substitution for England, coming off, number eighteen, Chloe Kelly. Being substituted for number eleven, Y/N Y/L/N.’

It always felt good when fans screamed when your name was called out, but nothing like Wembley. The crowd erupted, making Georgia look at me with a ‘what the-‘ look to which I mirrored.

I tucked my fly always behind my ears and waited for the ref to blow the whistle to start again. When she did we were off.

It didn’t take long for me to get the ball from one of their players, passing it out wide to Ella. I didn’t waste any time in running up the pitch, Ella made it around the players coming at her and attempted a cross, at which when I went to connect my foot to it, I felt a huge shove to the back by a pair of hands making me fall forward to my knees.

“What the fuck!” I shouted standing up again, as the ref blew the whistle, almost squaring up to the girl.

“Não havia nada de errado com isso. Eu mal toquei em você!” She argued to which I lost it.

“Você me empurrou pelas costas! Foda-se cara.” I shook my head as the ref came and stood between us, holding up a yellow card, booking her.

“Back into position!” Leah shouted over the fans cheering at the ref’s decision, I shook my head before walking back into position, fans chanting ‘my’ chant, the reaction from fans never ceases to amaze me, especially when you actually look up and see signs with your name on, or backs with your name on.

Around the 80th minute we were drawing 1-1, Leah had been subbed off due to her limp along with Lauren and Fran. My eyes scanned every player wearing a white shirt and nodded to myself a million plays taking place in my head. I waited until I had the ball at my feet, before passing it long out wide to Ella again, only I just about made it to the edge of the box when a cross came in from Ella.

My foot made contact with it sending it above the goalkeepers hands and into the back of the net. Excitement filling my body as I ran over to the side and jumped turning mid air and pointing to the name on the back of my shirt with my thumbs.

The crowd was ecstatic, I smiled as Georgia jumped into my arms. I lifted her up and laughed as a bunch of the other girls ran over and hugged us too. On my run back to my position I looked over to see Leah cheering too ^^, giving me a proud nod.

I kept my head down for the rest of the game managing two more goals in the space of 11 minutes, including five minutes added time. I couldn’t have done it without the amazing assists from the girls but I was happy for once with the way I’d played.

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On the walk back to the changing room we made our way to the tunnel, and Kiera jumped on my back, messing my ponytail up.

I shook my head before shrugging her off and smiling at a group of fans with their phones out and holding signs up with my name on it. I saw a little girl smiling with her beanie on a little too low and a United shirt with my name on for me to sign.

I shook my head before pointing to the pen in her hand, and mouthing ‘pen’ to her knowing she wouldn’t hear me over the music and the fans, and she threw it down to me. I saw Leah stop beside me looking up in confusion as to what I was doing.

I took my England shirt from over my head and told Leah to turn around so I could sign it on her back. She did so without any protest, silently hoping this was a sign we were good again. I just knew there was no point being at odds when there’s this many cameras on us.

I signed it and wrapped it up in a ball with the pen and threw it up to the little girl. I saw her begin to cry as I blew her a kiss and waved at a few others before walking inside with Leah and now Georgia.

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The game ended on a 2-1 win to England, Lucy and I scoring the goals for England. Once in the changing room after I sat next to Georgia as she was wearing number 10, and we were talking about the game when I saw her look over to the other side of the room and nod.

I followed her eyes but there was a few of them, so I didn’t know who she was nodding to.

“Y’alright?” I asked her to which she nodded and closed her duffel bag.

“Please talk to her. I know what happened, and it was shitty. But please” Georgia begged me before walking out with a few of the other girls, leaving just Leah, Ellie and I.

Although I think Ellie got the picture when she looked between us and excused herself taking her half opened bag with her.

“Y/N.” She started before stopping obviously not having planned this out, “You have every reason to hate me. Like really hate me. I already hate myself, If I could take it back I would, I don’t even know what came over me. I was blind with anger.”

“Why?”

“W-when I saw you… with Russo. I lost it… I thought you’d moved on, and I couldn’t bare to see you move on. I know it’s selfish.” She sighed sitting opposite me, resting her elbows on her knees like I was.

“Leah you fractured my ribs.” I told her, with a heavy breath, “Alessia told me you had been giving her the cold shoulder all week too. I told you time and time again when we were together that I had no interest in Less. That I only wanted you, but you never accepted that. But what you did, Leah…”

“I know. God Y/N I know, I hate myself for what I did, when I saw you in that hospital room I was disgusted with myself, and I know I was a dick to you, but Y/N I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I just… I’m not asking you to be with me, I just need you to hear that I’m sorry.”

“I hear you.” I nodded, my tone a little more blunt than I intended to be, before picking my duffel bag up from the floor and attempting to walk out of the door to my left when she shot up and stopped me by placing her hands either side of my cheeks, with a ‘no…’.

We both stumbled slightly before she placed her forehead against mine, “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. Im sorry, I’m sorry.”

She repeated like a prayer whispering, as I closed my eyes, as much as she hurt me, I couldn’t deny the full feeling in my heart, the small ache when she stood so close to me. We’ve all done things we regret when angry, said things, punched things, threw things, but this wasn’t something I was gonna take lightly.

The way her hair eyes watered as she let a small sob interrupt her ‘sorry’s’. I wrapped my arms around her waist as she wrapped hers around my neck, I sighed, realising no matter what happens, I will love this girl with every fibre of my being.

I knew I couldn’t forgive her fully yet, but I also knew I couldn’t stay mad at her, I wanted to forgive her, but I had to take the first step.

Acceptance.

A/N: I hate this. I hate the ending but oh well, Bon appetite.

#leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #alessia russo #ella toone #lionesses #wlw imagine #football #lgbtlove #lucy bronze #georgia stanway #england

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im-bored-so-i-draw · 22 days

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Burst of inspiration :DDD

I have this concept of silverfish!silverr for such a long time and this is me trying to write the idea down

My drawing pad(?) broke and its been so long since i tried watercolor so the colors are not right in here..

Ref part 1

WARNING: i ramble below about this idea but my English is bad (and its long)

So first of all i just want to point out that I made him TOO buff. Just saying.

So you know these guys right (This is what my whole reference page is 😭).

'They are fast and they are named SILVERfish so why not base silverr from this?' Is my thought process. He is fast and silver(fish)rruns is not safe from my designing-everything-in-sight-manias ass.

(Thorax: legs)

We start off from the horns. The horns/antenna is a solidified shell around his antenna, slowly covering the whole part in an extremely slow process. The antenna part that is still exposed is working normally to help silverr see. Since you know. He's blind.

Now his back/legs. Well. Legs. Why is it on the shell? Ok now every silverfish spawned is just like that. I have no defense but it looks cool.

2 upper thorax has 4 joints and is bigger than the lower thorax. This made these legs move more freely and faster. But the drawback is that they are heavy.

The lower thorax is a lot lighter and shorter. These two legs are mainly a support for the upper thorax. These thorax also only have 3 joints.

His arms are actually his legs but got mutated(? Modified?) You can actually see the joints visible (some joints are dead so he can't use them). It also has the same hard shell with the horns/antenna at the top.

His legs are also a mutated form of thorax. With some hard shells covering most of his lower leg. The lil hairies is in every part of his body but most visible in the lower legs!

About his tail? Its not actually a tail but a decoration from his cape. (Page 2) he does have a tail but it doesn't get carried to his human form.

Now about the whole deal with him.

Silverfish usually don't live too long, mostly being 8 years or so. Silverr, who is no different, have a different approach for this topic. Instead of growing old, he started to collect this magic orb/pearl from dragons, willingly or not. This magic pearls contains a fraction of dragons power and magic. But having just 1 of these only extends his life for 1 month. One dragon can produce 1-21 pearls, depending on many reasons. Mainly of how powerful the dragon is, technique to absorb it, and how long the dragon lived. The ability to absorb some of the dragon's power and turn it into an object is only possessed by some mobs, and silverfish is one of them.

Most silverfish have 2-10 pearls, scavenging anything remains from a dead dragon. They are not capable of fighting the dragon so they usually wait for a player to slay it.

Silverr is quite lucky to spawn on a completed portal and a freshly slain dragon (more likely by a speedrunner too!). He managed to restore all 23 pearls from the dragon.

Dragon orbs not only can extend their life, but they can use that magic to do... Magic and spells? With this power, they can also change into a human. Well lets say silverr starts running.

Silverr goal is not only to live longer, but he is planning to become a dragon. Why? Immortal. At least until someone kills him. A dragon can live forever as long as there are no one slashing his neck. Also power. Also cool i guess. (Draft)

That's why he went from worlds through worlds to kill their dragon. A part of this dragonification is the growing of hard shells all across his body. When all of his antennas get hard shells around them, he finally counts as a dragon.

Clearly there are a lot i havent write down, but im too sleepy for it.

#silverrruns #im not really drawing these past weeks so its a surprise i made these #mcsr #mcsr fanart #what do you call these kind of posts #sketchbook #?#idk man #rambles #sketch #ok bye <3 #i literally learn how to anatomy part 3371 just hecause of this piece

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glitch-karma · 10 months

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Bsd as Spidermen

Dazai:

His name would be Spider Stray

He was investigating something with the detective agency when he was bit

Sees his new abilities as a nuisance and tries to ignore them, much like the og Peter Parker

Dazai's dark and sarcastic personality carries over into his version of Spider-Man ofc

He would make dry and morbid jokes while fighting crime, often using his mind to outwit his opponents rather than relying solely on strength

Dazai's spider-like abilities would include enhanced agility, reflexes, and ofc spider-sense, but to go with no longer human I'd like to say he can minimally dull powers

His spider suit would be a sleek black with a light red web pattern, I think of his webbing as black instead of white as well. He does still use traditional web-shooters tho

Definitely does the classic spider kiss with you (like a lot of other people on this list..)

Immediately made it very obvious to you that he was the famous spider stray

He accidentally drags you into a lot of shit though

Kunikida:

Introducing: The Web Detective

Kunikida was bit the same way as Dazai

His new powers are the same as normal petter parker

initially, he struggles to accept his new powers, feeling burdened by the responsibility

utilizes his detective skills to investigate and stop criminal activities in the city

often targeting corrupt organizations that threaten the peace of the city

operates primarily as a solo hero, but he occasionally partners with other members of the Detective Agency

His suit is also black, with accents of dark greens as reds along with white webbing patterns

Idk why but he is giving real webbing vibes.. ew

Tried his very hardest to not involve you in anything

After all the stress built up, he confesses his identity to you

Was still very keen on keeping you out of it though

Ranpo:

welcome The Yokohama Webcrawler

Was bitten while in an abandoned sweet shop

retains his highly intelligent and observant nature as Spider-Man

uses his deductive skills to unravel criminal activities and solve mysteries

Although, his laid-back and somewhat lazy demeanor remains intact, often getting him into trouble

Ranpo focuses more on detective work and strategic planning rather than actually getting out there and fighting

uses his deductive abilities to analyze crime scenes, anticipate criminal activities, and identify potential threats

He has enhanced agility, sight, analytical combat, and stealth

Has a dark suit with light blue accents, his webbing pattern is off-white. I'd like to imagine he also keeps his hat lmao

His web-shooters are upgraded to include various detective gadgets, such as tiny cameras (Shapped as spiders ヾ(•ω•`)o), fingerprint scanners, and chemical analyzers

Told you immediately

Was casual abt it too

"Oh btw I'm actually the Yokohama Webcrawler." "Oh cool."

"WAIT WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY-"

Yosano:

Let's hear it for Arachne!

stumbles upon a hidden laboratory where she accidentally gets bitten by a genetically enhanced spider

Powers included; enhanced physical attributes, healing for herself, spider-sense, and a healing venom

She has permanent fangs (Coughs in Miguel O'Hara)

She has a black form-fitting suit with purple accents and light purple webbing, also includes a red hourglass-shaped symbol on her chest to ref the black widow

Uses a classic web shooter

You figured it out after she accidentally called you a nickname as Arachne

Classic spiderman kiss <3

Prioritizes you at all coasts

Chuuya:

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH coughs

The beloved, the great, the amazing, Spider Venom

Was transformed against his will by a threat to the Port Mafia

Although Chuuya is already pretty agile, his new powers include enhanced agility, reflexes, strength, and Spider Sense

Chuuya's gravity manipulation is incorporated into his web-slinging techniques

Instead of using mechanical web-shooters, he generates and controls threads of gravity that act as webs

He can swing from buildings and create web-based constructs to trap or immobilize enemies

His suit would be a sleek, form-fitting style (I am actively drooling)

His spider web pattern would be red and have a slight glow effect to it and the spider symbol on the chest would have a gravity-inspired design, incorporating swirling patterns around the spider

He also keeps his coat and hat <3

Chuuya cracks jokes during battles and maintains a cocky demeanor, even in the face of danger just as usual.

However, he is also a deeply compassionate and principled individual, using his abilities to protect the innocent and stand up for what is right

He did his rich girl voice to hide himself from you..

It didn't work.

CLASSIC SPIDERMAN KISS EVEN THOUGH HE CAN DO THAT WITHOUT THE SPIDER ABILITIES LOLZ LET ME SIMP

Terrified of you getting hurt

Has a moment where he almost was too late and has a full panic attack over you

(Can you tell he was the reason I wanted to do this?)

The best one in this list prove me wrong.

I was planning on doing more but tbh I couldn't think of anything for a lot of them

But I hope you enjoyed

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd #chuuya x reader #bsd fanfic #dazai x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #kunikida x reader #ranpo x reader #yosano x reader #bsd x spiderman #across the spiderverse #glitchs✧works

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emiplayzmc · 2 months

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Yes hi hello I am completely normal about the Advertisons.

YIPPEEE, my designs of the main four Addisons! Headcanons + Individual information under the cut :) (Long Post, as usual).

I think I started working on this in January?? In any case, THIS TOOK TOO LONG BUT I AM SO HAPPY ABOUT IT!!

From left to right: Target (Pink), Banner (Orange), Broadcast (Yellow), and Sample (Blue)

Part 1: Body Ref Sheet + Headcanons

Part 2: Random Headcanons

Sample James (The Blue Addison) [He/Him]

I am not immune to Blue Addison = Oldest and most responsible propaganda. So... yeah! Sample is the eldest / second-eldest next to his twin, Broadcast, of the group! He's an employee of a gift shop / Cyber Shoes location (the shop that gives out free samples!) They're the most level-headed of the group, being the type to offer gentle advice, comfort, and care, along with a listening ear and a calming presence. They're not exactly... enthusiastic about their job? But it pays the bill, so he doesn't try to find a new one that fits into his purpose within Cyber City's Addison workforce. Sample also has pica, so occasionally he's selling / giving Lightners (like Kris) products from the gift shop like they're comsumables rather than items.

Sample is closest with his twin, Broadcast - in fact, they're the only pair of Addisons to have spawned in at the exact same time on the same day in Cyber City. Even if they're not biologically related, they still consider themselves twins, and they were the first people that each other saw. Broadcast is a bit like the Yin to Sample's Yang, as they're an influencer to getting Sample to be more outgoing, while Sample is the influence that (sometimes) mellows Broadcast out.

Sample's advertisements tend to hinge between survey advertisements (like sample sizes) and advertising websites that work with coupons and saving money like Honey and Rakuten.

Broadcast Nikola (The Yellow Addison) [He/They]

In my interpretation of the main four Addisons, Broadcast is, as his name suggests, a commercial broadcaster! Tehy work very long hours at Cyber City's TV station as the sole host of Cyber City's shopping channels, advertising products sold by Addisons across the city nearly 24 hours a day. Despite the long hours, he's a huge ball of energy, constantly speaking quickly and fidgeting with a pair of metal spheres that they carry everywhere. In addition, they're... very much a coffee and sugar addict, keeping a thermos on him at all times that's filled with coffee mixed with obscene amounts of cinnamon and sugar.

Of course, they're closest with their twin, Sample. Most of their free time off work is spent with him. Broadcast is also the type to wear Hawaiian shirts and meme clothes (like that one ADHD shirt that parodies the ACDC merch), and was the one who suggested they and Sample dye portions of their hair in the other's colour, and the one who suggested the family spend their Friday nights at the Cyber Grill (a lot of the time, he was singing at the karaoke stand with Spamton or Banner).

As you probably guessed, Broadcast's advertisements are all television / video based, with commercials on television and advertisements on websites like YouTube.

Target Tourmaline (The Pink Addison) [He/Him]

Target is the middle child of the main four Addisons! He runs a combination jewellery store / Cyber Shoes location - the place where you buy the Freeze Ring / get the pitch for the Dating Shoes. He also runs the tea shop, so he is a bit of a workaholic. He's very no-nonsense and by-the-book, and VERY strict with time management since he already runs three stores. He's also very picky about what he eats and drinks, watching the amount of data that consumables have and pretty much only drinking tea and occasionally battery acid.

Out of the main group, he's the most powerful with his magic, having studied and practiced with it for a long time. Outside of being very uppity, he does care a lot about his siblings, and is usually the one to be called for tough love and harsh truths that need to be heard. He's the closest with Banner, but was also pretty close with Spamton in more of a teasing older sibling - egotistical little sibling dynamic.

Their type of advertising is targeted ads, giving Lightners ads based on their browsing data. He and Spamton used to run a dating website where he did the matchmaking, and Spamton sent out the emails to promote the website.

Banner Hestia (The Orange Addison) [They/Them]

Banner is the youngest of the main four! They run the shop where you buy the Mannequin, and is the most successful of the group with a very popular boutique. They tend to hyperfixate HARD on their clothing designs, and brings a sketching tablet practically everywhere with them. They can make clothes and designs very VERY fast, buuuut tend to fall asleep at their own desk late at night.

They're the closest with Target, usually going to him for advice and just general hanging out, but it's very well known that Banner wears their heart on their sleeve, and cares deeply for every one of their little family - to the point where it may be a little bit obsessive / possessive. They're known for their excellent customer service and speed at getting work and commissions done, being very helpful and supportive towards the customers that come to their shop. Simultaneously the most and least salesman-like of the group since despite their great success they still form a lot of connections with customers and clients and never just like another sucker to buy their stuff.

Banner's type of advertising is, of course, banner advertisements. You have them to thank for the absolutely insane amount of banner ads covering most of the Fandom wiki.

#art #digital art #deltarune #drawing #artists on tumblr #digital artwork #illustration #fanart #yellow addison #orange addison #blue addison #pink addison #addisons #deltarune addisons #spamton #addison headcanons

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snowblossomreads · 5 months

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Day 1: Chimney Full Of Soot

Pairing: Detective David Friedman x UnhingedFem!Reader

Summary: David gets radioed in to check on a house fire. When he gets there he finds someone unexpected at the scene.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Cop things, house fire, vague ref of murder.., roughish! Smut (oral M receiving, penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, etc etc reader is a bit of a slut [affectionate] so take that as you will, implied age gap)

Word Count: 6.2K

A/N: WELCOME WELCOME TO THE BEGINNING OF RICKMAS! Thank you to @deepperplexity for hosting this wonderful event again I'm so excited for all the stories that are to come!!

A/N+: We are starting of hot and heavy today though! Shout out to the detective friedman simp anon who directed me to the song dangerous game by lana del rey which is what this fic is loosely based on LOL. I hope you guys enjoy this warm start to the season!

MDNI!

“Unit 340 we need someone to go down to Panola Street. We got a call about a house fire that needs investigating. Over.”

“10-4 I’ll head that way. Over.”

The drive to the location was less than 10 minutes and when David got there he was greeted by the remains of a smoldering house fire and fire trucks. There were also some regular beat cops talking to a few of the neighbors no doubt trying to figure out what had happened.

What captured his attention though was a young woman clad in a short nightgown who seemed more inconvenienced than any of the others as one of the cops questioned her. He could also hear her over everyone else as she was being interviewed, and her tone could only be described as annoyed and slightly offended as she crossed her arms against her chest and glared.

Foot tapping the ground and a scowl on her features, it seemed that she had felt him staring or at least noticed the arrival of someone new as she turned her head in his direction and caught his gaze.They locked eyes for a moment, her own narrowing at him before she went back to talk to the officer in front of her who was trying and failing to calm her down.

“Whaddya’ got?” David asked raising an eyebrow in the woman's direction before turning his attention to the approaching officer who held a clipboard of statements that had been taken thus far.

“Two deceased when we got on the scene and a whole bunch of shit burned down as you see,” the man responded nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders and handing the clipboard over to David who caught a glimpse of the man’s name tag ‘P.Williams’ before he looked over the details.

Two deceased male and female. Cause of death possible smoke inhalation not confirmed yet. Apparent victims Raymond and Martha Broussard.

Broussard?

Those names rang a bell in the older man’s mind as he read over the rest of the report quickly to get up to speed about what may have happened.

“Raymond Broussard ain’t he some representative or something in the state house?” David asked rubbing his chin in thought, eyes flicking over to the woman before back to the officer in front of him who hummed in affirmative. “Media’s gonna have a damn field day with this when they find out.”

“You tellin’ me, surprise none of them are down here yet. They damn near beat the us sometimes.”

Nodding in agreement with the other man’s statement, David continued looking at the scene before his attention returned to the woman who was still talking to the other officer. Yet this time her voice was much lower and her arms were uncrossed from her chest as she spoke to the man whose demeanor had taken her original one.

This time he seemed to be aggravated and the hostility could be sensed from where David was standing.

“Any reason your partner over there is questioning that girl so hard though? I’ve only just got here but seems like they didn’t just get into it.”

“Well, apparently she’s the niece and was the only one to get out of the fire. Both Broussard and his wife got trapped. Or so she says,” Williams explained as he looked over in the same direction. “Thinking about taking her down to the precinct and asking some more questions.”

A noise of intrigue left David’s throat as he raised an eyebrow at that before asking, “you really think she’s got somethin’ to do with it?”

“Nah probably not but can’t ever be too sure with these things. They didn’t have no kids so maybe there’s an insurance policy out there and she wanted to cash out sooner than later.”

“Hmph, well look I’ll handle her from here,” David grunted. Looking around and noticing the increase of people who seemed to come out of nowhere to rubber neck he let out an irritated sigh. “You just get these nosy people out of here, they’re walkin’ all over a potential crime scene.” He huffed, handing the clipboard roughly back to the officer who muttered a ‘yes sir’ before going to clear the crowd out.

Shoving his hands in his pockets to warm them up a bit from the seasonably cool New Orleans air, David approached the woman and officer who were still in conversation which he could hear better as he got closer.

“Look officer I’m telling you that’s all I know! I was downstairs and then I started smelling smoke and when I went up to let my auntie and uncle know their room was already on fire.”

The man gave her a skeptical look, long having stopped taking her statement and more interested in letting her weave her tale around herself. Each time it made her look guiltier and guiltier as she tried and failed to explain what had happened.

“So you’re telling me you didn’t hear any screaming or nothin’? You just went up there found the door lock and could smell smoke coming out of the room?”

“Yes that’s what I said and then-.”

“That’s enough officer I’ll handle it from here,” David stepped in not very much interested in hearing the woman spin a tale that was probably, no, most definitely not true as she looked up at him with surprise at his sudden appearance next to her.

“But sir-.”

“I said I’ll handle it, officer,” he repeated eyeing the man who was silent for a moment as they had a brief stare down before he let out a disgruntled noise and threw his hands up in defeat.

“All yours detective,” the man sighed noisily before walking away but not without muttering something under his breath about needing a drink after this shift.

Wouldn’t they all?

“A bit cold out here to be wearing that ain't it?” He asked as the officer was finally out of earshot and he could examine her more closely.

His eyes roamed up and down her nightgown clad body before he gave her a quizzical look. Noticing his steady gaze on her, she couldn’t help but smile bashfully looking down and realizing she was dressed a bit light to be outside. It hadn’t been the first time though.

“Yeah but I’m alright,” she answered rubbing her arms as the chill of the air finally registered against her skin and she shivered a bit. “Well with most of my clothes probably burnt to a crisp I guess I’ll have to be alright.”

“I guess so,” he replied. “So any other friends or family we can get you in contact with here?

“No already called my parents but they live up in Natchitoches so ‘bout time they get here it’ll be morning so I’m a bit stuck.”

“Then how about I take you back to the precinct it’s better than staying out here and I’m sure you’re tired.”

“Well thank you detective that’s mighty kind of you, I mean it’s better than nothing so I guess I’ll have to take you up on that offer.”

“Mhm come on then, don’t want you catching a cold,” he said about to turn around and guide her to his vehicle keen on getting out of here even if he had just gotten there.

It would just be a quick trip.

“Oh?” Her questioning noise stopped him and he raised an eyebrow at the woman who mimicked his action before she asked, “don’t they usually handcuff people and put them in the back?”

Another sigh.

“No, only if we’re arresting someone we do, and I’m not arresting you am I?”

“No but,” she paused tilting her head subtly to the side, causing David to look over to see the two officers he talked to earlier staring at them. Realizing they had been caught staring, they were quick to turn their attention back down at some papers that were in their hands. “Well, I think some of your boys are thinkin’ you should arrest me and for the sake of show you may want to.”

The boldness of her statement had him pausing, quirking his eyebrow at her as a tiny smirk appeared and disappeared in that one moment on her lips.

“I guess I should, though I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone ask to be handcuffed.”

“Really?” Her voice pitched with surprise before she tilted to the side as to look at something on his left. “I was gonna say your wife is missing out but…” She uprighted herself and continued with an air of no consequences, “I don’t see a ring! Lucky me I guess.”

The alarm bells in anyone's head would have been ringing at this point yet David only felt the beginnings of a migraine coming on.

“Uh-huh, right,” he mumbled ignoring her little attempt at flirting, if that’s what it was called. “You might want to also make a show of it since you got us out here playing cops and robber,” David said, reaching behind him and pulling out the handcuffs.

He could have sworn she winked at him before her posture changed completely from being open to antagonistic. Her eyes narrowed at him and her hands flew to her hips before she began to loudly shout at him about how she was being unfairly accused of something she didn’t do.

It seemed to have been realistic enough that it had the officers from earlier calling out to him,

“Need some help over there detective? Can take her downtown if she’s acting up.”

“No I got it,” he shouted at them as he grabbed her arm roughly and turned her around causing her to hiss at the pressure he placed on her wrist as he cuffed her. “Alright alright calm down since you wanna act up we’ll handle you down at the precinct.”

“Hey stop it I didn’t do nothin’!” She yelled as she tried to wiggle in his grasp only finding that it was solid as he began to push her towards his car. “This is fucking ridiculous let me go! Do ya’ll see this!” She continued whipping her head to the side and looking at some of the neighbors who began to talk amongst themselves while David ignored her and the onlookers.

The commotion continued all the way up to the car where he opened the door and practically shoved her in the backseat. It was so rushed that she didn’t bend down quick enough and tapped her head against the top edge of the door frame. And while it was only a tap she made sure to let him know she was not enjoying the unjust manhandling she was receiving.

“Ow Jesus could you be a little gentler,” she yelped as she shimmied herself onto the seat before throwing a threatening glare at him.

“Sorry doll criminals don’t get gentle treatment.”

“Hey I told you-!”

Before she could get her sentence out he slammed the door causing her to jump in place and shout again as he turned and walked over to the driver's side.

When he got in he could still hear her grumbling in the backseat before she was huffing out a,

“That hurt you know!”

Rolling his eyes he glanced at the rear view mirror and he could see the scowl on her lips as he turned the ignition.

“You’re the one that wanted to put on a show for ‘em so I put one on,” he stated matter of factly as he began to pull off from the parking spot, “don’t go blaming me for you smackin’ your head.”

She had muttered something to herself but all he caught was a soft ‘meanie’ which caused him to smirk just slightly before focusing his attention on the road.

They were only about 15 minutes into the drive when David pulled into the driveway of an unassuming house on the end of a street cutting the car off and hopping out of it. Going back over to the woman’s side he opened the door and held his hand out only for her to feign concern as she leaned away from his help.

“Well detective, I may be young but I’m not a dummy and this is not the precinct!” She blurted out loudly for the world to hear and it caused him to glare at her as he went to slap his hand on her mouth to shut her up.

“Mphm!”

“Enough would you be quiet? And you don’t gotta keep puttin’ on whatever this is,” he hissed already feeling more exhausted than he would be on a regular night.

Her laughter was muffled by the hand on her mouth and she could only nod as David internally cursed himself for getting into situations like this more often than he wanted to admit. Dropping his hand the same way she dropped her charade, she wiggled close to the door allowing him to help her out of the car before closing the door behind her.

“They got you burning down people's houses now do they? [Y/n].” David asked as he turned her around to unlock the handcuffs and put them back in the holster as she rubbed her wrists.

“Maybe maybe not,” [Y/n] grinned tiptoeing up and kissing him on the cheek and giggling a bit at the feel of his perpetual five o’clock shadow on her skin. “But I promise it’s always for a good cause!”

“Really and what was the good cause this time,” he sighed as he rubbed his temple and leaned against his car door. “You know what never mind don’t tell me. I’m too damn old to be still gettin’ pulled into inside jobs I swear I need to just go ahead and retire.”

“Oh hush I know you like it, plus isn’t getting to spend time with me nice?” Leaning against him she began playing with his tie before looking up at him with doe eyes and pouty lips. “All handcuffed in the back of your car, with a little nightgown on. Gosh! I’m so glad that none of those other officers tried to arrest me! But I bet they couldn’t handle me as well as you do,” she purred this time planting a brief kiss on his lips.

“[Y/n]!”

“Don’t be so uptight Dave,” she threw right back at him with a devious smirk as her hand traveled down his front before stopping on the very obvious tent in his pants.

The involuntary sharp intake of breath from him had her licking her lips in anticipation of the scene that always seemed to play out with them. Him somehow coming last minute and bailing her out of trouble and then her offering to…reimburse him for his troubles.

“Mmm so you do like spending time with me, don’t you? Now,” with a raise of an eyebrow and a tilt of her head, she wore the coyest expression that somehow only spelt trouble from him.

“What do I owe you for tonight?”

The fact that he gave any of this consideration was very telling and honestly, he probably needed to get some help of his own as he stared at [Y/n] who held his gaze. Jesus Christ Friedman, you’re a lunatic.

“Get up in the house I’ll be in there in a minute,” he grunted as he dug into his pocket before handing her a set of keys, “I need to make a call don’t need folks gettin’ suspicious do we?”

“No sir that we do not,” she answered taking the keys, her innocent looking demeanor dropping to a very pleased one. “Don’t make me wait too long though detective,” she added stroking him once more causing him to groan lowly. “Who knows what I’ll get up to all alone in bed?”

Winking at him she took the keys and made her way towards the house but not without swaying her hips more than usual as she walked away from him.

The phone call was indeed only a minute long and he wasn’t really sure what he thought was going to happen. All the chief told him was that he didn’t know what he was talking about and that [Y/n] being where she had been was just a coincidence pure and simple. It was the same game as last time and David honestly didn’t understand why he hadn't turned in his badge the first time it happened.

The conversation went in circles for a short moment and ended with him more frustrated than to begin with as he kicked the tire of his car before sulking into the house mulling over his current predicament.

Walking through the front, he was met with silence and the warm glow of the lights that were turned on in the living room. The TV that he had turned off before he left was on playing some late night show but [Y/n] was nowhere to be found. Granted he did have an inkling of where she would be hiding as he began to make his way through the house stopping when he found her.

Laid out on his bed there she was, nightgown discarded in a pool of fabric at the entrance of the room and her casually lounging against the pillows clad only in a skimpy set of underwear. While she could definitely be considered the stuff wet dreams were made of for some, to him she was a bit of a nightmare. A very pretty nightmare that he occasionally dabbled in when things like this happened yes, but a nightmare no less.

While it sounded like an insult he was sure she would agree with him whole heartily as she surely knew that she was also a cause of the grays that were appearing in droves in his hair. The thoughts stopped though when she saw him appear the little simper that she wore whenever they were in these situations showed up immediately.

“Finally coming to join me,” she purred as she got up from her position and began to crawl on all fours to the foot of the bed swaying her hips seductively side to side as she moved. “Good because I was getting lonely,” she continued as David began to stalk over to her, loosening his tie and kicking his shoes off in the process.

“I’ve been needing somethin’ to warm me up all night,” she finished as the older man stood in front of her looking down at her with an expression of apprehension yet there was no missing the way his pupils were dilated with ill hidden lust.

“Really? That fire didn’t warm you up enough?” He mused while reaching out to thumb the side of her lips causing her to turn slightly just to kiss the digit before her eyes traversed downward.

“Mm yeah, but not enough, not the way you do it.” Her tone was low and sweet as honey as she practically salivated at the tent in his pants that she was eager to unwrap. “Plus.” She turned her gaze up at him, brows furrowed and a feint look of sorrow on her features. “I just lost my poor aunt and uncle ‘cause they didn’t clean all the soot out in the chimney so I’m feeling a bit down. But I think you can help me feel better.”

Had it been another man, they would have probably turned tail with how easy it was for her to be so nonchalant about maybe being the cause of a fire that just killed two people. There was little to no empathy yet for whatever twisted reason it hadn’t bothered him. Maybe the first two times but at this point it was just par for the course. Plus they had to be doing something that caused them to deserve it, all of the past ones had.

‘Making an excuse for your murdering friend now are we Friedman?’

Ah yes, he was definitely going to be having a drink after this.

Letting out a flustered sigh and running his hands through his slightly disheveled hair, David looked down at her before his shoulders sagged.

“Fuck,” he breathed out before relenting. “You better make this worth my while.”

Her eyes lit up at his permission and before she could even get the words ‘yes sir’ out of her lips, she was reaching to undo his belt buckle and zipper to free him from the confines of his pants. A deep groan left his lips as she stroked the outside of her boxers squeezing the silhouette of his arousal before giving it a quick kiss. Fingers gripping the edge of his boxers, she carefully dragged the piece of garment down along with his pants and couldn’t help the low moan that left her as his cock sprang free.

“Mmm just as big as I remembered,” she breathed out before leaning down and spitting on the already glistening head of his cock. “Shame you don’t let me take care of it as often as it should be.”

“Didn’t know the offer was on the table,” he grunted half jokingly yet intrigued as she took him in her hand, making a fist before stroking him causing a throaty moan to leave him. His hips jerked in her direction and a pleased hum left her lips as she began to stroke him with a firm yet comfortable grip.

“Oh detective, the offer is always on the table for you,” she purred thumbing the slit of his head, smearing the wetness all over the darkened tip before leaning down and licking the salty fluid that had already begun to pool there.

“You didn’t think me giving you my number was just for business did you?”

He didn’t have a chance to answer that as the moment he had opened his mouth to respond, she was wrapping her lips tightly around his cock sucking noisily as she stroked the rest of him that wasn’t in her mouth. The shocked shout of her name morphed into a loud groan as she bobbed her head up and down, tongue darting out her mouth and licking the underside of his shaft each time she could.

The wet noises of her mouth being filled along with his groans and grunts echoed around the room as she expertly sucked him off with a fervored glee. Pulling away for a quick moment with a soft ‘pop’, she began swirling her tongue inside the sensitive tip again, purring at the taste of the liquid that was constantly leaking from him.

While it probably wasn’t on the top thing on everyone’s list, [Y/n] had to admit that her favorite thing when it came to sex was getting on her knees and sucking cock. Especially the one that was in between her lips right now as she began to suckle at the head.

This caused David to let out another moan as he bucked his hips in her direction causing her to giggle and lap at the angry pulsing head. She was more than happy to be the one making the usually sullen man make such noises if indicated by the fervor of her actions.

“Fuck! You suck cock like a damn slut,” he groaned as she gave him a sly look before she took him back into her mouth.

This time she hollowed her cheeks in an attempt to get as much of him in her mouth as possible to savor. It was a struggle and while she wasn’t one to give up, it seemed that David was more impatient than he let on as his hand shot forward and found a tight grip in her hair.

Her muffled gasp of surprise was cut short when he began to force her forward on his cock setting the vicious pace himself as he slid down her throat causing her to gag noisily. Yet she didn’t pull away as he cut off her airflow only looking up at him with red rimmed doe eyes that were wet before letting out an enthusiastic,

“Mhmm!”

Agreeing happily to his statement as he began to fuck her mouth. Doing her best to widen her mouth and breathe through her nose she relaxed her throat causing him to slip further down. And the moan he let out as he began to thrust his hips forward while pulling her towards him in tandem had her stomach clenching and pussy throbbing.

She had to say, she quite liked when he was riled up this way. Hair disheveled, full of annoyance and downright rough with her, that she wasn’t surprised one bit when she snaked a hand down into her underwear and found herself completely soaked. Her nimble fingers brushed over her clit lightly causing her to groan, sending those vibrations straight to the older man’s cock as he continued to fuck her face without pause.

He honestly had great stamina, she thought absentmindedly as she rubbed tight circles against herself causing more moans and sighs to leave her lips. The movements were not missed by David who let out a humorless chuckle as his eyes spotted her fingers in between her legs.

“Sucking cock got..ugh..got that greedy pussy of yours…fuck…wet huh?” He asked only pausing his movements for a moment to let her get her answer out. Though his cock still sat heavy in between her lips.

“Mhmh yeshh.” She tried to answer around his cock only able to garble out her response before he began anew with his assault.

Saliva and cum dribbled from the corner of her mouth as he buried himself down her throat again all while her fingers danced against her sensitive clit before finding their way to her soaking lips. With one push her digits easily slipped inside of her and the lewd whine she made as she fucked herself on her hand had caused his cock to throb even more at the sight and sound of her.

This noisy symphony of theirs went on for a bit, both of them too high on adrenaline and pleasure to care as they only had one goal in mind. His cock was borderline suffocating her each time he stuffed himself down her throat yet she only whined when he pulled out completely from her mouth.

She would give chase like a hungry kitten wanting milk. Going to suck and kiss it before it was filling her mouth again with the salty tang of his precum that was leaking profusely and the sound of his chuckle filling her senses. He could be as devious as she was and it somehow made her wetter which she didn’t think was possible. All this while her fingers filled her pussy that was aching for something bigger to hit the spot that was crying for attention as she felt herself close to the edge yet not having enough to go over.

An irritated whimper of his name left her lips the moment he pulled away again and a bemused look blanketed his expression.

“Oh what’s that?” He drawled, wiping the sweat from his brow as he went to grab her jaw. He hooked his thumb on her bottom lip causing her to lean down just a little to suck on the digit. Tongue swirling around it like it was his cock, which at that moment pulsed at her little action, she tried to muster up an innocent look. Well as much as one could in the position she was in. “Fingers ain’t good enough for you? Need somethin’ else?”

“Mhmm,” she mumbled, her fingers still thrusting shallowly inside of her warm channel as he removed his thumb from her lip only to replace it with the tip of him. “Need your cock, please Dave just fuck me I need it.” Her little plea was met with him pushing himself just barely past her lips and again she sucked the warm flesh without complaint in hopes that if she did good enough he would oblige her.

“You need it huh? And here I thought I was the one that was supposed to be getting paid back,” he groaned as her tongue teased the sensitive slit of the tip dipping into it and lapping the salty liquid up.

Pulling away from him she threw one more pathetic looked at him, and with her red rimmed eyes courtesy of him fucking her throat she truly looked pitiful. Though the words coming out of her lips were anything but.

“Mmm please!” She whined wanting to feel that familiar burn and stretch that her fingers couldn’t give her no matter how hard she had tried. “I’ll make it good I promise,” she begged as she pulled away only to hoist herself up to her spread knees.

Fingers slipping out of her with a slick noise she continued stroking herself while looking at David with lidded eyes. Biting her bottom lip and lightly fondling her breast with her free hand in an attempt to look seductive in all her dishevelment she let out a breathy whine.

“Please detective please teach me a lesson,” she sighed breathlessly, looking him up and down, admiring how good he looked with his thick strong thighs that she had fantasized about being bent over on many times.

His slight belly that had dark hair trailing down to his cock that stood erect and heavy. Dark hair that had begun to grey on the edges and amber eyes that were darkened by lust as he watched the show she was putting on for him. He was fucking gorgeous. And a gorgeous man like him deserved to have a warm and willing body writhing underneath him until he had his fill and was filling them up.

“I want you so bad, please you can do anything to me,” her voice soft yet her eyes alight as he made a move towards her and she knew she had him. “Just want you to fuck and come in me as much as you want I promise I’ll be good. Please?”

He had heard enough and lucky for her no sooner had she gotten those words out the David was on her with incredible speed that had her squealing in surprise.

“Dave!” She squeaked as he turned her around with such force that she was disoriented as he spun her around and pushed her face down on the bed.

Pulling her soaked underwear off and tossing it to the side, he knocked her hand away from her folds that glistened with her arousal before he replaced the hand with his cock. Tapping the tip at her entrance, she let out a clipped whine before he slid into her with zero resistance and a very loud broken moan from them both.

“Oh fuck oh shit yes!” [Y/n] slurred as David’s hips were pressed closely against hers as he held her still for a moment groaning loudly at the wet heat that enveloped him greedily.

“Fuck [Y/n]!” David hissed as her cunt squeezed and sucked him in as he began to viciously and quickly snap his hips against her backside causing her to slide further into the mattress with an incoherent cry. “Gonna come all in this tight little cunt,” he groaned as he pulled her towards him while thrusting, causing his cock to bully the rough area inside her that had her crying and begging.

Desperate little chants of ‘fuck me,’ and ‘please,’ left her lips as she clawed at the sheets and let him abuse her aching pussy that fluttered the moment he began talking about filing her with his cum. He felt it of course and couldn’t help but let out a broken chuckle as he began to thrust faster leaning over her body and causing his cock to slider deeper into her channel.

The action had her shattering as a sharp wail was ripped from her lips just as he ripped an equally world shattering orgasm from her trembling body. Her pussy bared down on him trying to force his cock out with the sheer intensity of her climax but he only continued his assault on her.

“That’s it,” he moaned still thrusting into her regardless of the over stimulation he was causing her shaking form as juices began to leak all over his cock. Her little cries fell on deaf ears as he sped up, “that’s my little slut…fuck…that’s it, that’s it…mmmh..[Y/n]!”

Her name left his lips before it transformed into a loud and elongated pleasured groan. He snapped his hips one final time before he was stilling against her body as he shot his seed into her coating her insides. The warmth spreading in [Y/n]’s body had her whimpering and burying her face into the blankets as she felt his arms wrap around her waist and hold her tight as they both tried to catch their breath.

Had she thought he was done with her, she was thankfully wrong as while he had come, his cock hadn’t softened only meaning that he had another round in him. It didn’t take much before he was thrusting into her again with his body on top of hers like a weighted blanket. This time everything was much slower and less in a rush as they had been but just as good as he explored her even more.

His fingers pinched and pulled at her nipples massaging the nubs that had her a moaning and drooling mess as his thrusts while slow were powerful. One hand then found its way to her clit and before she knew it she was clamping down on him once more as she spasmed around him once again. She came with a muted cry as her eyes fluttered closed and she writhed underneath him.

A few more thrusts and he was releasing into her already filled body but she couldn’t stop the noisy pleasured moan that fell from her lips when he laid on top of her. His cock softened yet still plugged her messy pussy full of him while his weight rested on top of her keeping her pinned down.

God did she love this. Was the only thought in her mind as her eyes fluttered closed while taking in the moment her body buzzing and still high on from her multiple orgasms.

Heavy breathing filled the room along with nosy groans as they lay unmoving for what seemed like hours. And only when her bones began to ache and the warmth of his seed began to cool and dry did she make a move to signal to him that she needed to get up.

A low groan filled her ear as he slipped out of her causing her to hiss quietly as remnants of their transaction spilled out of her. Without a word or question, she tiredly dragged herself off the bed and waddled toward the ensuite bathroom to clean herself up only stopping halfway there before turning

“Dave~” His name came out in a sing-song manner that had him opening his eyes even though he hadn't realized he had closed them

She stood there naked only with her bra on that somehow managed to survive the encounter and he could see the remnants of his seed leaking down her thighs in the dim light of the room. Had he been younger, he probably be hard again though he did feel his cock twitch once again and he wanted to glare at it for giving him away.

Noticing this, [Y/n] just grinned mischievously as she gave him one last showing before she went to clean herself. Fingers dipping down her body she swiped at her opening collecting the mixture of their arousal before bringing it up to her lips and sucking the digits with an exaggerated sound of delight.

His breath caught and a groan that was between one of annoyance and one of woefully hidden desire slipped from him and he could see how her eyes lit up at the sound. Giving her fingers one last suck and one more obvious swirl of her tongue, she popped the digits out her mouth cheekily purring,

“See, told you it be worth your while, detective.” Before she disappeared into the bathroom closing the door behind her.

God was she a fucking menace. But from the way his cock twitched as blood began to flow back to it because of her little show, he was sure he was even worse.

When he returned to the office a few days later, there was a case folder sitting on his desk with the name: Broussard written on it in all uppercase. Letting out a grunt as his memories replayed the meeting between him and [Y/n], he had to quickly shake it off not wanting to be fired for public indecency as he felt himself stir in his pants.

Sitting down he opened the file to review it and the thing that caught his eye was the cause of death and findings. Crime scene investigators had found soot buildup in all of the chimneys in the house (or what remained) after figuring out that the bedroom chimney was the source of the fire. With that in mind, they had inferred that the soot obstructed the smoke from leaving and ended up suffocating the couple before causing a fire to break out.

“Well I’ll be damned,” he muttered to himself tossing the file down and leaning back against the chair.

Huh, apparently she hadn’t been just teasing about the chimney soot.

A/N: EHEHEH I hope you lovelies enjoyed that nice warming up! ❤❤❤

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