#captain beckham

[invisible-pink-toast]

[player1064]

feeling really really normal about all this btw

[gay-jewish-bucky]

can yall believe that the upcoming april will be the 10th anniversary of the epic romance that is catws? 'then finish it, cuz i'm with you to the end of the line' the most iconic moment in cinema, will be a decade old

[chelseajackarmy]

Captain Messi 🐐

[spammiev]

This is Stockholm syndrome

i love queerbaiting if queerbaiting has no fans i am dead

[mysunshinetemptress]

Nepo Baby

Leah Williamson x Beckham!Reader

Warning: I hate this sorry love the request but hate this

The locker room buzzed with nervous energy. England was facing Ireland, An important match in the intense group all looking to qualify for the Euros next year, and the tension was thicker than hairspray. But for Leah Williamson, captain and undisputed leader, there was an extra edge, it was her first game back for England since her ACL injury last year and although she was excited to finally be leading England back out she knew it wasn't what anyone would be talking about, not even her best friends had acknowledged the importance of today for her, all to caught up in the fan fair of a new England debut that was Y/n Beckham.

You were David and Victoria Beckham's third child, twin sister to Romeo and from the moment your name had been announced to the squad list the media had blown up, but Leah had been a sceptic. The media fawned over you, the "Beckham heir," a title that felt more like a burden than a birthright. Leah had clawed her way to the top, her talent undeniable. You, she suspected, had a silver spoon where your foot should be.

England's first training session confirmed Leah's suspicions. Your skills were undeniable – your crosses were pinpoint, your dribbling silky smooth. But there was a certain arrogance in your gaze, a sense of entitlement that grated on Leah. During a passing drill, You intercepted a ball intended for Leah, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"Easy there, Williamson," You smirked, sending the ball sailing over Leah's head. "Maybe next time, try calling for it a bit louder."

Leah bristled. "Don't patronise me, Beckham," she growled. "This isn't your playground."

You began to regret your earlier arrogance as Leah began to nitpick her way through your play, through the rest of the training sessions at St Georges Leah found something to fault you on and you began to think back to all your past coaches who had put you on a pedestal only wanting to watch you fall. All training sessions continued like this and you hoped that she might let up but Leah seemed set in her ways.

Leah sighed walking into the conference room her first one back for England, her first one back as captain, she smiled letting out a soft hello before taking her seat beside Sarina.

Leah puffed out her cheeks as another reporter asked about you, She looked up as yet another report mentioned you and your father's talent. "Her dad worked hard to gain the career he had, Y/n has waltzed into her contracts thanks to his hard work, no other reason, she's an arrogant Nepo baby on a team of hard workers, now can we please move off this topic and actually talk about the upcoming games." The room fell into an awkward silence at the normally calm captains outburst.

The silence stretched, punctuated only by the nervous coughs of a few reporters. Sarina Wiegman, the England manager, cleared her throat, her eyes flitting between Leah and the press. "Leah makes a valid point," she finally chimed in, her voice calm but firm. "We're here to discuss the upcoming matches, and the entire squad deserves your attention. Y/n has earned her place here based on her talent, and we're all focused on bringing home a win."

Leah felt a sliver of guilt at the manager's words. She knew Sarina was right, the media frenzy surrounding Y/n wasn't fair to anyone, and her outburst was unprofessional. But the constant comparisons, the whispers of nepotism, they were a persistent itch under her skin. That guilty feeling however was made ten times worse when she caught your eye at the back of the conference room before you ducked your head and began to walk out.

You had avoided Leah for the rest of your time at St Georges as well as the short travelling day over to Dublin, and now you sat at your cubby head down staring at the ground the weight of the surname on your back, the weight of your very famous family sitting in the stands travelling to see your debut for England. You couldn't let them down, you couldn't let him down.

The anger towards you and your nepotism crept back into Leah as she listened to Kiera and Georgia harp on about you and your famous family completely forgetting that this was also an important moment for her, this was her first time back in the England squad in a year, her first time starting, her first time back as captain.

Lining up Leah grabbed your arm before you could walk out "You aren't talented, you're a kid using your father's hard work, you never had to fight for your spot it was given to you on a silver platter thanks to the name on your back." Leah spat the last part back at you and suddenly you couldn't move, Leah hit your shoulder before heading to the tunnel, but still you couldn't move, she was right after all.

Shame burned in your throat, acrid and bitter. Leah's words echoed in the empty hallway, bouncing off the lockers and amplifying the hollowness you felt inside. Tears pricked at your eyes, blurring the already dim lighting. You weren't a child, not anymore. But in that moment, Leah's words had stripped you bare, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable.

A shaky breath escaped your lips. You weren't a Beckham just because of your name. You'd trained relentlessly since you could walk, mimicking your dad's moves in the living room, begging him for extra sessions after school. You had the talent, you knew you did. But proving it to someone as entrenched as Leah felt impossible.

Suddenly, the weight of expectation on your young shoulders felt insurmountable. The image of your family in the stands, their hopeful faces etched in your mind, only amplified the pressure. You couldn't let them down, couldn't let your dad down after years of his unwavering support. A surge of defiance replaced the self-doubt. No, you wouldn't let Leah break you.

Suddenly, a hand touched your shoulder. You flinched, expecting another barb, but it was Lucy, her face etched with concern. "Y/n, are you alright?" she asked gently.

You shook your head, voice cracking. "I...she thinks..." you choked on the words.

Lucy understood. She'd been there, the pressure of a debut, the weight of expectations. "Listen," she said firmly, her voice laced with veteran experience, "Leah's hurting. She wants to prove herself again, and right now, she's lashing out."

"But it's true," you whispered, tears finally spilling over. "I haven't had to fight for anything."

Lucy wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into a hug. "Maybe not," she conceded, "but that doesn't mean you don't have talent. We wouldn't be here if you weren't good. Use this, Y/n. Prove them all wrong, yourself included."

Her words sparked a flicker of defiance in your chest. You weren't here just because of your name. You loved football, you'd trained relentlessly, pushing yourself as hard as anyone. Maybe you hadn't clawed your way up from the bottom, but that didn't mean you didn't belong.

Wiping your tears, you straightened your back, a newfound resolve hardening your gaze. "Thanks, Lucy," you said, your voice firm. 

The roar of the Dublin crowd washed over you as you stepped onto the pitch. You glanced at Leah across the line, her jaw clenched, eyes hard with determination. It wasn't a friendly look, but it wasn't a dismissive one either.

Every touch, every pass, fueled by the need to silence the doubts, both internal and external. You played with a tenacity that surprised even yourself, weaving through defenders, your crosses finding their targets with pinpoint accuracy.

Then, in the second half, a chance. You intercepted a pass deep in your own half, broke free, and sprinted down the wing. The Irish defense converged, but you remembered Leah's words from training, the ones buried under the avalanche of criticism. You feinted left, then right, sending two defenders sprawling.

With only the Courtney Brosnan to beat, you took a deep breath, you curled the ball towards the far post. It dipped just out of reach of the goalkeeper's fingertips, nestled perfectly into the net.

The stadium erupted. Your teammates swarmed you, a joyous tangle of limbs. Even Leah offered a hesitant smile, a flicker of pride in her eyes.

The final whistle blew, and England was victorious. As you celebrated with your teammates, a hand landed on your shoulder. You looked up to see Leah, a genuine smile on her face.

"Good goal," she said, her voice the softest you've heard.

"Thank you." you smiled back before clearing your throat, your eyes pricking with tears before let out a surprised gasp at Leah pulling you into her chest.

The unexpected warmth of Leah's embrace sent a jolt through you. It was the first genuine human contact you'd had from her all camp, and for some reason, it felt like a dam breaking.

"I just want to prove myself," you mumbled against her shoulder, your voice thick with emotion. "Everyone expects me to be this prodigy, just because of my name. But I don't want to be David Beckham's daughter, I want to be Y/n Beckham, the footballer."

Leah pulled back to meet your gaze, her voice softer than you expected. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to prove yourself. I was out of line. The whole 'nepo baby' thing...it was unprofessional and unfair. You deserve to be here, Y/n. Your talent speaks for itself."

That night, under the soft glow of the locker room lights, a tentative friendship blossomed. It was a friendship forged in shared passion, mutual respect, and the unspoken understanding of the immense pressure that came with wearing the England shirt.pen_spark

You wouldn't see Leah again until England's camp in preparation for the doubleheader against France and this time the training sessions became a battleground, not of barbs and put-downs, but of fierce competition, each of you pushing the other to be better. You learned to anticipate Leah's sharp passes, and her instinctive runs, and she, in turn, began to appreciate the subtle artistry in your footwork, the way you could unlock a defence with a single, deft touch.

Late nights turned into conversations in the locker room, sharing stories, dreams, and the anxieties that came with leading a team like England. You confided in Leah about the suffocating weight of expectation, the fear of never living up to your father's legacy. She, in turn, opened up about the loneliness of being the captain, the constant scrutiny, the burden of always having to be strong.

The evening before the team were set to travel to Newcastle, after a particularly gruelling training session, you found yourself lingering in the empty team room. Leah was still there, sat on the couch scrolling in the corner. You hesitated, then walked over.

"Fancy a game of Ping Pong." You rubbed your neck nervously as Leah met your eyes before smiling "Yeah sure." You both spent the night laughing over your terrible ping-pong skills before quietly wishing each other good night.

As weeks turned into months, your friendship deepened, blossoming into something more. Stolen glances across the training field, lingering touches during celebrations, late-night texts filled with silly jokes and words left unsaid. It was a slow burn, a gradual realization that the person you once considered your rival had become someone you craved, not just on the pitch, but off it as well.

The turning point came during the final Euro qualifier match against Swede. The pressure was immense, and the score tied with only minutes remaining. You received the ball deep in your own half, the Swedish defence swarming around you. You saw a gap, a flicker of movement, and instinctively passed the ball.

Leah, anticipating the play, met the ball perfectly, unleashing a powerful shot that rocketed into the net. The stadium erupted, your teammates mobbing you both in a joyous frenzy. In that shared moment of triumph, your eyes met, and a silent confession hung heavy in the air.

Later that night, back at the team hotel, you found Leah pacing the balcony overlooking the city lights. The nervous tension that had been simmering for weeks finally broke.

"Leah," you started, your voice barely above a whisper "Are you ok." Leah walked straight for you before gently grabbing your face before you placed a hand on her chest stopping her advances. "This...us...it's not fair to the team, is it?"

She didn't move, her eyes searching yours. "Maybe not," she admitted, a small smile playing on her lips. "But it feels pretty damn right."

You dropped your hands to her waist as she pulled you into a searing kiss before you pulled back again Leah let out a whine in frustration, "And to think you hated me only a few months ago." Leah let out a scoff "I never hated you, how could I ever hate a girl as gorgeous as you." you laughed before pulling her into another kiss

[clare-875]

Hey Clare😙 love your writing so much! Could I request a shanks x jealous!reader, where the reader feels as though their love for is unrequited due to shanks’ many flings (but it’s actually not)? Thank u so much, muah!❤️

Envy (Shanks x Reader)

_____ Pairing: Shanks x Female Reader Summary: You think your love for him is unrequited. Warnings: Jealous reader, harassment, alcohol, angst/fluff A/N: I'm so glad you like my stories <3 I hope you enjoy this one! [One Piece Masterlist] _____

There he goes again.

You watch your Captain from where you sit in a dimly lit bar, lips pulled into a tight frown. The feeling bubbles up within you before filling you so much, you could suffocate. Jealousy. Shanks has a wide grin on his face as once again, beautiful women gravitate towards the red-haired man. Who wouldn't? Your Captain, who was so powerful and skilled he upheld the status of an emperor. Your Captain, the famous leader of the Red-Haired Pirates. Your Captain, so charismatic and charming and frustratingly attractive. You let out a deep, decrepit sigh.

Why did you have to fall for him?

He has an arm wrapped loosely around a blond-haired woman with a model-like body, cradling a drink in his other hand. Two more women sit by him and linger, fighting for his attention. You can faintly hear them laugh at something he said in the distance. Gritting your teeth, you force your gaze to the drink in your hand, swirling it periodically like it could help the turmoil you feel now. It had been the same cycle over and over the past few months, with Shanks flirting and bringing a woman to bed each night you were ashore. Then, that same woman would leave the next morning, his form nowhere to be seen.

With his flings came his distance.

He could barely meet your gaze the following day, and it had felt like there was a greater space between you since his cycle of women had started. It hurt you. Not only because the man you were in love with paid more attention to someone who wasn't yourself, but because he didn't even seem to care about the women he brought to his bed. You felt as though he cherished time with faceless women more than you. You thought the two of you had been friends, maybe even inkling to the beginnings of something more. Countless times have you stayed up late, talking about your dreams. Countless times have you drunk and danced together, laughing uncontrollably. Countless times had you bantered, and smiled and gazed at the other.

All for it to be suddenly lost. Like you hadn't meant anything to him.

This one-sided love, his carelessness. You had been holding out hope that maybe he would look to you like he used to all those months ago. But now you start to see that it is getting helpless, and you feel like you are going crazy. He had entrapped you in your feelings. You knew you had to move on - you can't bear this a second longer - you just didn't know if you could. Faint tears sting your eyes but you force them away. You can't cry for him anymore.

"Hey, you alright?"

Your eyes travel upwards are you are met with the knowing gaze of Benn Beckham. "You know he's an idiot right?" Maybe it was the way he too, was good with women and frequently brought them to bed, but he had somehow seen so clearly that Shanks's flings were getting to you. Maybe you hadn't been hiding your feelings well enough, but you could barely care anymore. "I'm fine Benn, I'm just gonna go get another drink." You smile to the best of your ability and leave him be, walking up to the bartender, hoping you could just drink your troubles away.

It is your turn to order when a man approaches you.

"Hey, I'll get that for you." The voice of a stranger reaches your ears and you look up surprised to see a man offering to pay for the drink you ordered. You weren't necessarily scarse of men approaching you, but you hadn't found the courage to pursue anything amid your feelings for Shanks. Maybe it was time to move on. Maybe it was time for a change. "Thank you." You try to push your inner turmoil aside and force your lingering gaze away from your Captain. "No problem." The man is surprisingly attractive, and a polite smile reaches the corners of your face.

His gaze holds keen interest. "You know, you caught my eye the minute you walked in." You smile at the man's sudden boldness, raising a brow as you hold your drink in one hand. "Really?" He grins wide at your amusement. "You don't happen to have a boyfriend, do you?" You feel your heart tug sharply in your chest at his words and suddenly you're fighting a frown. You spare one last glance at your Captain. He was distracted by the woman under his arm and grinning wide. Your eyes dart back to the man in front of you waiting expectantly.

"No, there's no one in my life."

Moments pass well enough, and the man who sits in front of you is nice at least. He just wasn't the man you wanted. Maybe moving on wasn't that easy. You smile and nod and listen intently, you shake your head and pitch into conversation. But soon, you fight a yawn as he speaks mainly of himself and his glory, barely showing the interest he claimed to have had in you. What's more, you realise his boldness quickly, as he closes the space between you with each minute that passes. Maybe it wasn't interest you saw earlier in his eyes, but lust. The smile you keep on your face starts to strain against your skin.

"Hey," your gaze snaps forward as you realise you have been lost in your thoughts, most likely looking into the void. The man in front of you doesn't seem to notice, however, as there is no change in his attitude. "Do you wanna get out of here?" His hand reaches out to touch your thigh, and you suddenly feel ill. You see it then so clearly, that he simply wanted you in his bed from the beginning, most likely to be discarded the morning after. What was it with men these days? You try to maintain your composure and you reach for the hand that touches your skin, removing it promptly from your thigh.

"Actually, I'm good thanks."

You go to stand, placing an empty glass on the counter. "This was nice," you say, "but I should go now." As you move, however, his hand that lingers reaches for your arm. You freeze at the contact, but he is all up in your space again, and his sudden actions take you back. "What-" But he interrupts moving closer to your face. "I don't think so, sweetheart. I like what I see. I want to see where this goes..." A frown instantly marks your face, as your blood pumps hot within you. Does he know who he's talking to? Yes, you may seem like any other woman at the bar, but you were a pirate. A pirate on an Emporer's crew. "Why, you-"

"What's going on here?"

The man freezes. There is darkness that fills the air along with the suddenly dangerous atmosphere. A figure looms behind you.

"I- I-," the man drops your arm instantly, stuttering as fear creeps up on his features. Who wouldn't in the face of an emperor? You don't turn, but you know it is Shanks who stands behind you, and his sharp eyes are trained on where the man had touched your skin. Though you do not see, Shank's face morphs into one of unusual, pure fury. It has the man in front of you basically falling to your feet. "Get out of here." Your Captain's words are spoken low and he places a hand on your shoulder, pulling you back into him.

The man all but runs from your side.

There is a tension that lingers in the aftermath, but it is broken by your movements, shrugging off Shanks's hand. There is a brief silence that follows. "I was fine." Your words are muttered softly, and there is a pain that lingers in your chest. Why did it have to be he who came? Didn't he know how painful this was for you already? Shanks watches your darkened expression carefully and lets out a deep sigh. "Look [y/n], I won't stop you from pursuing guys but at least pick better ones-" You turn as your facade cracks, bringing forth anger.

"You're the last person I need to hear that from Shanks. Why don't you go back to your little group, I'm sure they're missing you."

Shanks freezes under the weight of your glare and sharp words. He had never seen you look at him in such a way. You fight your emotions as you look at the surprise in your Captain's face, and you move. You need air, there was no oxygen in this bar and it felt like you were suffocating. "Wait, [y/n]-" But you don't stop, you were tired and hurt and envy filled your senses. Why couldn't he see how much you loved him? Why can't he see how much he hurts you?

"[y/n]!"

Finally feeling like you can breathe in the crisp evening air, Shanks has caught up to you before barely a moment passes. "[y/n], is there something wrong?" His words are what make you break completely. With alcohol still burning in your system and your raging feelings, you finally let it spill. A laugh of disbelief escapes you. "Wrong? You're really asking me if something's wrong Shanks, now?!" Shanks watches wide-eyed as you eye him with a mixture of sadness and anger.

"You've barely spoken to me, let alone looked at me these past few weeks! You have a new woman in your bed every other day! There's nothing here anymore. What happened to friendship? What happened to-" You pause, realising you've spoken too much of your mind, but Shanks's eyes only widen further in surprise. "I liked you, Shanks. I actually thought you-" A tear slips from your eye that you wipe harshly from your cheek, turning away. But Shanks reacts before you can take a single step, and a hand holds you to him before you are engulfed in his embrace.

You struggle in his arms, tears now pouring as you tell him to let you go. "I don't want your pity Shanks! Go! You have people waiting for you inside-" But Shanks doesn't budge an inch, instead all that fills him is utter regret, and shame, and pain. All this time, you liked him too? All this time he had spent trying to push his feelings aside with nameless women, only to feel deep remorse when he saw your face the next morning. All this time he had pushed away your friendship, and the inkling of something more. He had pushed you away because, for the first time, the Red-Haired Shanks were scared. Scared of losing you.

He was a coward.

"Shanks-" The red-haired Emporer can feel his heart clench against his chest at your words to leave you be, but he can't let you go. He won't let you go, he doesn't think he can bear your absence any longer. What torture had he put the both of you through, for no reason at all but his stupidity? Would you even forgive him? "[y/n]... I'm sorry." You freeze suddenly at his words, feeling your heart drop even further within you. Of course, here it comes, the rejection. But Shanks's words are beyond what you thought they would be.

"I like you too... no, I'm in love with you." You feel your breath caught in your throat as you start to shake your head against his chest, fighting to move from his arms once more. "Liar! Then what about all those women you slept with! You wouldn't even look at me-" Shanks quickly interrupts before you spill your words once more. "I thought that pushing you away would make the feeling fade. All those women, they were part of that too. But, [y/n], they're nothing compared to you. Believe me." Shanks finally releases you from his embrace and you scramble back a few steps watching his pleading expression with wide eyes.

"Forgive me."

You meet his burning red eyes with trepidation, but all you see is his sincerity, his regret. You are utterly speechless. Shanks was in love with you? Shanks returned your feelings? You move forward, anger suddenly filling you as you move closer and you swing, one punch right into his chest. Shanks doesn't move or flinch, he merely takes the brunt of your attack though it barely does anything to the emperor. "You, you're telling the truth?" Your words are spoken as though still unsure, and you let your arm fall to your side. Shanks observes your darkened expression, but his remorse does nothing to fade.

"Yes."

One step forward, followed by another, you move once more. Holding the collar of his shirt you pull him down to you with what strength you can muster, and suddenly your lips are on his. Shanks stops in surprise but is quick to pull you close to him and return your fervour. The kiss is angry and passionate and all you had dreamt it would be. Your hands move deep into his hair, and his arms wind themselves around your waist. You feel his warmth and want against you. When you part, it is only because you need a breath.

"You're stupid."

You speak low, but with the lingering joy that fills your senses. You had kissed him.

"You were jealous."

Shanks retorts, murmuring his words into your skin, but you don't miss the teasing undertone. You frown, hitting him lightly in mock irritation. "Shanks, do you really want to be-" But he quickly cuts you off with another kiss to your lips.

"I still haven't forgiven you, you know."

Shanks leans his head against yours, finally content.

"I know."

Let's just say the following weeks are spent with Shanks bending to your every will and want. It takes a while for you to get over the flings that put a gap between the two of you, but soon you forgive him. He couldn't be happier with you by his side. You were all he wanted, and all he could ever want.

[judesbelligoal]

I think Tuchel will favour Jude. He is a v intense coach and seems to like intense demanding characters. I’m so interested to see how he handles Jude. He isn’t afraid to call out his teammates, express frustration and Tuchel is crazzzzzy like that!

Jude gets quite mixed opinions here in the UK because he’s not afraid to back himself and take up space and English people are taught that’s wrong. I think we need more of that and really respect it. I loved what Iain Wright said about Jude being similar to American athletes- the UK press aren’t ready for that kind of unapologetic confidence hence the backlash at the euros. The UK press are crazy racist too- a successful young black man being demanding- daily mail is like 😱. Even the Guardian wrote a weird article about his ‘destabilising charisma’ during the euros. I think it’s exciting- there’s not really been an England player like Jude before. Even Beckham- very quiet and modest. Jude’s type of presence is refreshing.

I think the heightened emotions of Tuchel will be interesting- the total opposite to Southgate. I also hope he chooses a new captain- fresh start plssssss

Hmm I think you’re right i think I remember seeing tuchel trying to adopt jude and thinking “he’s going to chelsea 🤔” or it might’ve been pep im not too sure…

but the part about jude being closer to American athletes than uk athletes makes so much sense. He’s very confident but also very grounded and humble and they cant seem to understand it cause in their eyes you have to be one of either. Daily sport started a hate campaign against him during the euros cause he didnt want to give them an interview like??

Southgate needed to grow a backbone but the players all seemed to love him and tuchel seems to be a peoples manager too but very different from southgate so i cant wait for this teaa

[player1064]

Footy RPF Fictober, day 1 - First game against each other

also available on ao3

MORE excuses to not carry on with my WIPs? shocking....

Hoping I can keep this up the whole month - I'll do a mix of different ships for the prompts (though if you really want to see a specific prompt with a specific pairing lmk!!!)

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“I think I’m gonna be sick.”

Gary’s head feels fuzzy. His heart is racing, every time he takes a breath he can’t seem to get in enough air so he’s breathing deeper, faster, until his gasping breaths don’t feel like they’re doing anything at all.

And then, Paul. He rests his hand on Gary’s back, warm and solid between his shoulder blades, and it makes the world stop spinning. He’s stood next to the bench, hovering above Gary awkwardly like he’s not quite sure what he’s meant to do with him

(Fair enough, Gary’s not quite sure what he’s meant to do with himself either.)

“Teams are up,” Paul tells him simply. “He’s only on the bench, Gaz, chill out.”

“Wasn’t even thinking about him,” Gary lies.

He hears a scoff. Yeah, right.

He’s been lucky, he is aware of that. Seven years and this is the first time the draw’s gone against him, the first time he’s had to face down the prospect of David Beckham walking onto the pitch in a different colour kit than his.

The Boss had kept him on the bench for the first leg, no need to question why. Gary’s finally getting back to good form again, feeling like his old self – he’s been playing every three days for the past few weeks but he was never going to be picked to play away in the Champions’ League, and not against him.

When he no longer feels like he’s fighting for air he shrugs Paul’s hand off his back and looks up at him with a grimace. Paul grimaces back.

“Is Gaz dying?” he hears Wazza call out from the other side of the dressing room.

“I’m fine,” he dismisses, at the same time that Paul is saying “yeah, probably.”

“Still got another eight weeks ‘til I retire, Scholesy.”

“You’ll be dead before then.”

“Oi! Thought you were meant to be making me feel better?”

“Thought you said you were fine.”

The Boss walks in without fanfare – nobody stands to attention, they all just keep talking among themselves, joking around and drinking their lucozades and stretching out tired muscles. Gary watches, though, as he wordlessly starts copying names out onto the whiteboard. 4-5-1, get the ball to Wazza and eventually he’ll score. Standard procedure.

Milan’s line-up isn’t too different to what it was for the first leg, except that Becks is out and Flamini is in. More defensive, but then they’re going into this leg a goal down, of course they’re going to play it safe.

Gary doesn’t keep the captain’s armband in his locker anymore, these days it’s passed too frequently between him, Rio, and Giggsy for it to really belong to him. So, he stands up and wanders over to the corner the Boss is in under the guise of looking for it, hopes he doesn’t look too pale or run-down after his little – whatever that was, a minute ago.

The Boss looks up as he walks over, gives him a tight smile that tells him he’s not fooling anyone.

“We’re the better team,” he tells Gary, voice low. “We’ll win, no question about it. We’ve already got them on away goals.”

“Boss –” Gary starts, then realises he has no idea what he’s meant to say. If they bring him on I think I might die? Twenty years and they’ve never been on opposite sides, not even really in training. They were a unit, Gaz and Becks down that right hand side – why bother splitting them up? “Boss, I –”

“You won’t play against him.”

Sir Alex reaches out to place his hand on Gary’s elbow, feather-light but it feels heavy as always. “Gary, listen to me. I will not make you play against him. He comes on, you come off. Got it?”

Gary looks up to meet his eyes and nods, feeling small. “Thanks, Boss.”

*

Becks comes on in the sixty-fourth minute. Gary comes off in the sixty-sixth. He sits on the bench and watches his old teammate fumble passes that a ten-year-old could’ve made, tries to hide the vindictive sort of joy he’s feeling that we’re better than you, bigger than you. And we always will be.

It only takes a few minutes for Paul to come and join him on the bench. He looks annoyed about it, same as he always does. Gary had been brought off, to put it simply, because the Boss doesn’t trust him around Becks; he has no such problem with Paul, but he’s getting older too and if he wants to keep him going (one more year, one more year, one more year), then he needs to make him rest.

“He’s playing like shit,” Paul says, hand held up to cover his mouth – a holdover from 2003, from that one stupid game against Madrid when everything had started to fall apart at the seams.

Gary smirks. He reaches a hand up to scratch the scraggly hairs on his chin, tries to make it look subtle. “He’s playing like an American.”

Paul snorts, sways to the side to bump his shoulder against Gary’s. “Didn’t think you had it in you, Gaz.”

“Bet you fifty quid he’ll say it’s on purpose. That he didn’t want to disrespect the United fans, like.”

“Gary Neville, you little bastard,” Paul says, voice proud. “What’s got into you, eh?”

He shrugs. It’s easier, now that United are three goals up. It’s easier now that he’s losing. Reminds him that the club has had better players than David Beckham, that he needed them more than they needed him. Reminds him that maybe that’s where it’ll start and that’s where it can end: football, Manchester United. That none of the rest of it has to matter.

“Dunno if I should speak to him, after the match. Might be rubbing it in his face,” he says, which really means please help me shake him off before I make a fool of myself.

Paul looks at him for a long moment, then he nods and kicks Gary in the ankle, just a light little tap. I’ve got your back.

[takiki16]

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these are my emotional support grand pas. i watched them kick ass at football's peak and i will watch them suck ass at retirement home

[saintmeghanmarkle]

This has to be an OUCHY for both of them!! by u/media_lush

This has to be an OUCHY for both of them!! https://ift.tt/2O6CYdz King Charles met David Beckham privately while Prince Harry was in Britain - after the Duke said his father was too busy with 'various other priorities' to see himRyan ProsserKing Charles met David Beckham to discuss his charitable foundation while Prince Harry was in the country, the Mail understands.The Duke had said that his father was too busy attending to 'various other priorities' to see him while he was in Britain this week.No pictures were released of the meeting and it is unknown where the pair met.The revelation that the King met the former England captain, 49, while his son was home and attending an event two miles from Buckingham Palace may widen their rift further.Prince Harry's visit was planned months in advance and while the King's visit this week to a barracks was called a 'surprise', his diary is also tightly choreographed.But the Duke of Sussex had reportedly invited his father to St Paul's Cathedral for the tenth anniversary of the Invictus Games although courtiers were not aware Harry had made any specific request to see the King.The King met David Beckham to discuss his charitable foundation while Harry was in the UK, the Mail understandsPrince Harry and Meghan during in Abuja during a quasi-royal visit to AbujaThe Palace has remained tight-lipped as to why the two never met despite virtually crossing each other's paths.While in the UK, the prince said it was 'great' to be back, but refused to rule out the possibility of him applying for American citizenship. In a previous Netflix series, Harry had also suggested that he had been blocked from seeing the late Queen, despite his grandmother inviting him and Meghan to stay. Harry rushed over in February when his father was first diagnosed with cancer, but only got a brief meeting with the monarch and Queen Camilla before they left for Sandringham.Meanwhile the Duke of Sussex and his wife were given a rockstar's welcome during a trip to Nigeria.Harry during his visit to Kaduna state in Nigeria. The prince has previously complained that he and his wife had been blocked from seeing royals, including his grandmother, the late QueenDespite Foreign Office official advice warning against travel to several parts of the west African nation, Harry travelled to Kaduna state to visit a military hospital.Leaving his wife in Abuja, the prince apologised for her absence as he arrived in the state, which is partly controlled by armed bandits and is known for reports of rapes and kidnappings.The visit was dubbed a 'quasi-royal' tour, with Harry faced with accusations of 'hypocrisy' after travelling to high risk areas having raised concerns over his security back in the UK. On Monday, the King is due to hand over the colonelcy of the Army Air Corps to his other son and heir, Prince William. post link: https://ift.tt/ytKdCRb author: media_lush submitted: May 11, 2024 at 03:24AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[antspaul]

HOME for Neville is a converted barn north of Manchester. He has another place in Dubai. Not much else is known about his off-field life — there is not much interest — and that’s fine by him. Beckham tells a story in one of his books that says a lot about the chalk-and-cheese nature of the England captain and his best mate. United at one point had a deal with Honda to supply their young players with new cars. Once they had played 21 first-team games, the youngsters received a Prelude. When Beckham got his, he fitted it with a leather interior, new CD player, personalised number plate and alloy wheels. “Gary,” he writes, “an old man even then, changed his for a four-door Accord.”

Now the two friends are almost 1,000 miles apart, a distance no amount of picture messages can bridge. Does Gary miss David? “Yeah, I miss him at times. Obviously, there’s a gap in my life socially. But I think you mature, and we both have friends who have left for other clubs — it’s part of football. You accept that things change, and David going to Madrid was right for everybody.

“Fans come up to me sometimes and say, ‘We wish he was still here’, or ‘How’s David?’ and I just say, ‘He’s doing fine, but it’s time to move on’. It’s finished with. David’s enjoying his life and his career elsewhere and we’re still enjoying playing for United. I’m just delighted he’s been such a success. When he went over, I told people that it won’t be the great free kicks or the unbelievable passes or the shots on goal that will impress everyone. It’ll be his willingness to run for 90 minutes non-stop. That’s what’s happened.”

converted barn in manchester and a house in dubai. most gary neville combination of things ever

"there is not much interest" IM interested.

"an old man even then".... life imitates art

hes sooooo "i dont miss him we grew apart. ill miss him for football reasons only" jilted ex. okay girl

[vale-isei]

Vale!Days Union

Official Name: Scary_Day

Title: The Sovereign’s Guard

Rank: Guard

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[UNREDACTED FILE 001]

Name: Sebastian Cassandra

Age: [contents not found]

Origins: [contents not found]

Family: Annie Despina-Cassandra (deceased), Esther Despina-Cassandra (deceased)

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Valedy’s Notes

◉ Outside of his bodyguard duties, Scary is an extension of Great. In a sense, he---alongside Operative Practical---are the leaders when Great is off on his own. He makes sure the Operatives remain in order and that city issues are taken care of.

◉ His killing style is brutal. Precise, but the brutality of it overshadows the technique. Scary is known for dealing with people in a messy manner…

Official Name: Sorrowful_Day

Title: The Priest

Rank: Guard, Sniper

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Name: Santiago Reis

Age: [contents not found]

Origins: [contents not found]

Family: [contents not found]

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Valedy’s Notes

◉ As stated, Sorrowful’s specialty is sniping. He’s a good shot that rivals Operative Placid’s own ability to wield a gun. He wasn’t always the resident sniper, though. After The First Counselor disappeared, he was appointed the role of sniper due to his innate ability to accurately pinpoint locations from far away. He seems to have immense military experience from before his time with the Days Union.

Official Name: Practical_Day

Title: The Counselor

Rank: Artillery, Mechanic

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[UNREDACTED FILE 004]

Name: Parker Ellis

Age: 29

Origins: Sunset Town, Aurora

Family: N/A

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Valedy’s Notes

◉ He was always slotted to be the second-in-command if something happened to The First Counselor. He takes on the responsibilities of second-in-command, the research unit, and overseeing The Garage with Operative Unstable’s help.

◉ His strong suit lies in mid-range/close-range fighting. His skills with aiming are very precise and very textbook.

Official Name: Placid_Day

Title: The Acolyte

Rank: Enforcer

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Name: Damian Riveria-Rose

Age: [contents not found]

Origins: Misnebalam, Balio

Family: N/A

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Valedy’s Notes

◉ The best overall sharpshooter in the Days Union. He’s exceptional in every area of firing bullets, and from this came his other name “Santa Muerte”, or the Grim Reaper. His body count is beyond numbering. Everyone knows not to provoke the killer within him. Nobody knows how he became this way.

◉ Rumours are that he was a mercenary.

Official Name: Dreadful_Day

Title: The Overseer

Rank: Scout

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Name: Jan Nowak

Age: 24

Origins: Verity City, Avalon

Family: N/A

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Valedy’s Notes

◉ As a scout, Dreadful’s fighting style is quick. He works well in close combat, often falling under the style of strike fast and step back, or keep landing hits at a fast pace. His weapon of choice is throwing knives.

◉ Despite being constantly moody, Dreadful is very competent at assessing situations and making the right decisions---not quick, but his instincts are spot on. He was once a captain under The Governor's military command.

Official Name: Benevolent_Day

Title: The Doctor

Rank: Medic

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Name: Beckham Heilan

Age: 32

Origins: Nachtson, Rheinlands

Family: Ada Heilan (deceased)

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Valedy’s Notes

◉ As the Union doctor, he’s in the heart of the battlefield dragging soldiers to safety or bandaging them on the spot. His shooting style is similar to Practical’s, if not more refined and deadly. His ability to assess a situation and make quick decisions is superb---as it should be.

◉ When Malevolent controls the body, he’s significantly more messy and forceful. He plays with his victims quite often and lets them die slow, painful deaths while watching and smiling. He enjoys the entire process, from the chase to the capture.

Official Name: Dynamic_Day

Title: The Artist

Rank: Scout

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Name: Makaio Akin

Age: 30

Origins: Anatoli, Aurora

Family: Kalani Akin (deceased), Ikaika Akin

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Valedy’s Notes

◉ Dynamic is very flamboyant with his fighting style. He enjoys the dramatics of pretending to lose, but then regaining the upper hand in one swift motion. Definitely exceptional with close-combat and prefers his personal baton gifted by his older brother. That’s not to say that his firing skills are bad, they’re well off like the rest of his coworkers.

◉ He acts as Great’s diplomat. Dynamic writes official statements for Great due to his influential writing style and will represent The Supreme Leader at gatherings/events if he cannot appear himself.

Official Name: Radiant_Day

Title: The Musician

Rank: Enforcer

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Name: James Enjelte

Age: 32

Origins: Sunset Town, Aurora

Family: Voskir Enjelte

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Valedy’s Notes

◉ His general style is a combination of Operative Dynamic and Malevolent’s. He enjoys a good show and is quite sadistic, contrary to his sunshine-y title. It’s not very expected of him to be this way, watching his victims die without mercy, but outside of orders and those Radiant smiles, he’s… terrifying.

Official Name: Unstable_Day

Title: The Pilot

Rank: Air Support

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[UNREDACTED FILE 011]

Name: Voskir Enjelte

Age: [contents not found]

Origins: Elipol, Valisik

Family: James Enjelte

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Valedy’s Notes

◉ As The Pilot, he rarely is ever on the battlefield. He leads the Force One Squadron and fights in the airspace, providing air support whenever he can.

◉ Only recently has he had the surgery to resolve his aphasia caused by The Incident. He’s perfectly talking now, but that surgery didn’t resolve the trauma still plaguing his brain.

Official Name: Macabre_Day

Title: The Tragedy

Rank: Enforcer

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Name: Angel Reyes

Age: [contents not found]

Origins: Cebulan, Mariana Archipelago

Family: [contents not found]

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Valedy’s Notes

◉ Operative Placid is no longer the only antihero on the Union. Macabre was once an assassin for Aurora’s previous king, however he was negotiated into a deal to serve Avalon. Nobody knows of his former past, though. The only clues to it would be his skills that rival Operative Placid’s.

((These are subject to change. However, I wished to write down their basic premises. Please feel free to ask about lore and world building, I do not mind answering.))

[svld99]

So I was thinking about how David Beckham waited in line to pay his respects to the queen even though he was given a pass to skip it. I can imagine Issac seeing this and calling a team meeting and this meeting included the coaches and Rebecca and Higgins and Keeley. The meeting is held in the film room. Will stands by the door with a list checking off names. So this is how the speech goes in my head. Listen up we are going to pay are respects to the queen and just like David Beckham we are going to wait in line. Also we will be watching the funeral together as a team. No wearing trainers we are all wearing suits and yes Dani before you ask we are wearing dress shoes again. Colin we will be making a donation to a welsh charity of your choice. Because we all know that the welsh people deserve their freedom. After training today everyone go home rest and be up here at midnight. Ted just stands up being the man that he is. Says okay everyone you heard the captain insisted of training go home rest and we will go over plays in line. Also I will have portable chargers their are spots in line for food and bathroom breaks. So since their so many of us we will take turns going to do that you will have a time limit. After that Keeley stands up being the PR person that she is says that their going to take photos for the afc Richmond social medias. Also all the guys need to make a post on their own social medias taking about it and how important the queen was. They get in line when the wait was sixteen hours and through the night they talk with fans and they watch film on a iPad Ted and beard brought. Jamie, Roy and Sam get interviewed on why they’re in line and they explain how they were inspired by David to do it. It turned out to be the best bonding experience for the team and brings them together.

[worstqueerbaittournament]

Submission list

organised by @kindalikerackham (THANK YOU)

This is a list of all of the submissions. It will be updated continuously. Italics are still being decided in the polls, crossed out have been decided on “no”, bold have been decided on “yes”

By character name (or ship name if given)

Akira Kurusu and Goro Akechi from Persona 5 Royal

Alix from Miraculous Ladybug

Allison and Patti from Kevin Can F**k himself

Anna and Marnie from When Marnie was There

baron draxum and master splinter   rise of the tmnt 2018

Batman and Joker/ Bruce and John Doe from Batman Telltale

Beca and Chloe from Pitch Perfect

Beca from Pitch Perfect

Betty and Veronica from Riverdale

Blake Belladonna and Yang Xiaolong, aka Bumbleby from RWBY

Blitzen and Hearthstone from Magnus Chase

Buck and Eddie from 9-1-1

Chad/Ryan from High School Musical

Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr (aka Professor X and Magneto) from anything X-Men

Cory and Naveed from Ackley Bridge

Dani Ramos and Grace from Terminator Dark Fate

Darling Charming and Apple White from Ever After High

Dean Winchester

Destiel

Drs House & Wilson from House MD

emma woods/emily dyer from identity v

Faberry from glee!(Rachel Berry + Quinn Fabray)

Fuffy, faith and buffy from Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Finn and Poe from Star Wars

Firestar and Greystripe from Warriors

foot clan lieutenant and brute  rise of the tmnt 2018 

Ginji Amano & Ban Midou from GetBackers

goro majima and kazuma kiryu -  Yakuza/Ryu Ga Gotoku

Grif and Simmons from Red vs. Blue

Hannibal and will from Hannibal tv show

H.G. Wells and Myka Bering from Warehouse 13

Hikaru Sulu from Star Trek Beyond

hypnopotamus and warren stone  rise of the tmnt 2018  

Ineffable Husbands from Good Omens

Jade and Bella from Rainbow High

Jade and Tori (Victorious)

Jake Peralta (Brooklyn 99)

Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles from Rizzoli&Isles TV series

Janis from Mean Girls

Jeremy and Michael from Be More Chill

Jess/Jules from Bend It Like Beckham

Johnathan Harker and Dracula from Dracula (Netflix)

Johnathan Harker and Dracula from Dracula (1897)

Juleka and Rose from Miraculous Ladybug

Julian Bashir and Elim Garak from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

Jun and Tatsuya from Persona 2

Kaoru Nishimi and Sentarou Kawabuchi from Kids on the Slope (Sakamichi no Apollon)

kanji/naoto from persona 4

keith and lance from voltron

Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk from Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint

klavier and apollo from ace attorney

L and Light from Death Note

legolas and gimli from lotr

Legoshi and Louis from Beastars

leo and adam from tatort saarbrücken

lightcannon, Jinx and Lux from league of legends

Loki from The Loki show

Luca & Alberto from Luca

Luigi and Bowser from the Mario movie

marc and nathaniel from miraculous

Masumi Itachi from blue flag

Matsuoka rin and haru from Free!

Max from Miraculous Ladybug

Mel and Naomi from Vermonia

merthur (merlin and Arthur from the BBC show merlin

Milo and Bisco from Sabikui Bisco

Mobius and Loki from the Loki show

nana komatsu/nana osaki from nana

narumitsu - Ace Attorney

Naruto and Sasuke

Newt and Hermann from Pacific Rim

Nina and Lily from the movie Black Swan

Peggy Carter & Angie Martinelli from Agent Carter

Quentin and Eliot - The Magicians

Ravenpaw and Barely from warrior cats

Raya & Namaari from Raya and the Last Dragon

rei and nagisa   from Free!

Sam and Max

Sam and Bucky from The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

Sherlock and John Watson from BBC Sherlock

Sherlock and Moriarty from BBC Sherlock

Shiro and Adam from voltron

shiro and keith from voltron

sophie and agatha from The School of Good and Evil

Spirk (Spock and Kirk) from Star Trek  The Original Series

Spirk (Spock and Kirk) from Star Trek  the reboot movies

Sterek  (Stiles and Derek from Teen Wolf)

Steve and Bucky from Captain America

Steve McGarrett and Danny Williams from Hawaii 5-0 (the 2010 version)

stiles stilinski from teen wolf

Supercorp! Lena and Kara from Supergirl!

Superman and Batman from the DCEU

SwanQueen (Regina Mills/Emma Swan from Once Upon a Time)

Sylvie from Loki

Thiel and Boerne from Tatort Münster

Thomas & Newt from the maze runner

troy barnes and abed nadir from community

wednesday and enid from wednesday

Yumihisu (Ymir x Historia Reiss) from Attack on Titan

yu/yosuke from persona 4

Zari and Charlie from Legends of Tomorrow

Zoro and sanji - one piece

By Property:

9-1-1 - Buck and Eddie

ace attorney - klavier and apollo

Ace Attorney - narumitsu

Ackley Bridge - Cory and Naveed  

Agent Carter - Peggy Carter & Angie Martinelli

Attack on Titan - Yumihisu (Ymir x Historia Reiss)  

Batman Telltale - Batman and Joker/ Bruce and John Doe

Beastars - Legoshi and Louis

Be More Chill - Jeremy and Michael

Bend It Like Beckham - Jess/Jules

Black Swan - Nina and Lily

blue flag - Masumi Itachi

Brooklyn 99 - Jake Peralta

Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Fuffy (faith and buffy)

Captain America - Steve and Bucky

community - troy barnes and abed nadir

DCEU - Superman and Batman

Dracula (1897) - Johnathan Harker and Dracula

Dracula (Netflix) - Johnathan Harker and Dracula

Ever After High - Darling Charming and Apple White  

Free! - Matsuoka rin and haru

Free!-  rei and nagisa 

GetBackers - Ginji Amano & Ban Midou

Glee - Faberry (Rachel Berry + Quinn Fabray)

Good Omens - Ineffable Husbands

Hannibal (tv) - Hannibal and will

Hawaii 5-0 (2010) - Steve McGarrett and Danny Williams

High School Musical - Chad/Ryan 

House MD - Drs House & Wilson

identity v - emma woods/emily dyer

Kevin Can F**k himself - Allison and Patti

Kids on the Slope (Sakamichi no Apollon) - Kaoru Nishimi and Sentarou Kawabuchi

league of legends - Jinx and Lux

Legends of Tomorrow - Zari and Charlie

Loki show - Mobius and Loki

Loki show - Loki

Loki show - Sylvie

lotr - legolas and gimli

Luca - Luca & Alberto

Magnus Chase  - Blitzen and Hearthstone

Mario Movie - Luigi and Bowser

Mean Girls  - Janis

Merlin (BBC) - merthur (merlin and Arthur)

Miraculous Ladybug - Alix

Miraculous Ladybug - Juleka and Rose

Miraculous ladybug - marc and nathaniel

Miraculous ladybug - Max

nana - nana komatsu/nana osaki from

Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint - Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk

Once Upon a Time - SwanQueen (Regina Mills/Emma Swan )

one piece - Zoro and sanji

Pacific Rim - Newt and Hermann

Persona 2 - Jun and Tatsuya

persona 4 - yu/yosuke

persona 4 - kanji/naoto

Persona 5 Royal - Akira Kurusu and Goro Akechi

Pitch Perfect - Beca

Pitch Perfect - Beca and Chloe

Quentin and Eliot - the Magicians

Rainbow High - Jade and Bella

Raya and the Last Dragon - Raya & Namaari

Red vs Blue - Grif and Simmons

Rise of the TMNT 2018 - baron draxum and master splinter

Rise of the TMNT 2018 - foot clan lieutenant and brute

Rise of the TMNT 2018 - hypnopotamus and warren stone

Riverdale - Betty and Veronica

Rizzoli&Isles TV series - Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles

RWBY - Blake Belladonna and Yang Xiaolong, aka Bumbleby

Sabikui Bisco - Milo and Bisco

Sam and Max - Sam and Max

Sherlock (BBC) - Sherlock and John Watson

Sherlock (BBC) - Sherlock and Moriarty

Star Trek AOS - Spirk (Spock and Kirk)

Star Trek Beyond - Hikaru Sulu

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine - Julian Bashir and Elim Garak

Star Trek TOS - Spirk (Spock and Kirk)

Star Wars - Finn and Poe

Supergirl - Supercorp! Lena and Kara

Supernatural - Dean Winchester

Supernatural - Destiel

Tatort Münster - Thiel and Boerne

tatort saarbrücken - leo and adam

Teen Wolf - Sterek  (Stiles and Derek)

teen wolf - stiles stilinski

Terminator Dark Fate - Dani Ramos and Grace

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier - Sam and Bucky

The Magicians -  Quentin and Eliot

the maze runner - Thomas & Newt

The School of Good and Evil -  sophie and agatha

Vermonia - Mel and Naomi

Victorious - Jade and Tori

Voltron - keith and lance

Voltron - Shiro and Adam

Voltron - shiro and keith

Warehouse 13 - H.G. Wells and Myka Bering

warrior cats -  Ravenpaw and Barely

Warriors - Firestar and Greystripe

wednesday - wednesday and enid

When Marnie Was There - Anna and Marnie

X-Men (any) - Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr (aka Professor X and Magneto)

Yakuza/Ryu Ga Gotoku - goro majima and kazuma kiryu