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wyattjohnston · 21 days ago

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if you only knew - jeremy swayman

summary: abby shouldn't let her daydreaming get the best of her, but it's not that easy when sway is the one standing in front of you.

song: i can see you by taylor swift

word count: 3.2k

note: this is for The Eras Tour Fic Challenge that was all @comphy-and-cozy's idea, and i'm delighted she let me be part of the process. thank you to @laurenairay for reading this when it was getting started!

hoping to hell that this makes sense, please let me know!

The players filed off the ice at their own pace, some of them off of the ice the very second practice finished while the others hung around for a little extra ice time.

Abby didn’t mind waiting, capturing photos as they passed her that would probably never see the light of day. They were all friendly with her, despite her presence almost guaranteeing a camera being shoved in their face whether it be for a still photo or a TikTok video. Frankly, she didn’t know why they were still happy to see her.

The hulking figure of Jeremy Swayman in his goalie pads stepped towards her, his helmet tucked under his arm and his head tilting as he approached. Abby picked a spot behind him to look at so that she didn’t have to make eye contact.

“No question today?”

“I couldn’t think of one, so just the photos,” she said, smiling as she held up the DSLR to his unsuspecting face and held the trigger for a few seconds. “Logan has one for next practice that I think you’ll like.”

Jeremy didn’t look convinced, shifting from foot to foot—though he barely even seemed to register the camera or the many photos she’d just taken. He suggested, “You should ask us who our favourite social media person is.”

Abby lowered her camera completely, her shoulders sagging a littler. She refuted, “No. That’s mean and I don’t want you guys to all say Logan; I know he’s more fun.”

“Not a chance anyone says Logan over you,” he said emphatically. “Logan would agree it’s you, too, if you asked him.”

“That’s just not true. I’m not asking questions that will hurt someone’s feelings.” Her words were final, and she imagined that the hurt my feelings was implied.

“Fine,” he conceded, though the slight roll of his eyes showed he wasn’t happy about it. He added, “But you do ask better questions. You’re also way hotter than he is.”

Abby rolled her eyes back at him. The beating of her heart became louder in her ears, harder in her chest, despite her desperate attempt at nonchalance when she took the opportunity to greet Pasta as he wandered through the tunnel behind Jeremy.

“I didn’t mean that in an inappropriate way,” Jeremy said, glancing back over his shoulder to watch Pasta leave. “I just—I have eyes, you know? But like… I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s fine,” Abby said, shrugging. “It’s far from the most degrading thing a hockey player has ever said about me.”

Tension suddenly overcame them, and Abby froze in place. She couldn’t work out what she’d said that could have caused the sudden shift between them and found her shoulders curling in to try and get away with it.

“Here?” Jeremy asked after a few, long painful seconds. “One of the boys?”

A loud guffaw left her mouth entirely involuntarily and she gestured back to the ice to ask incredulously, “Those boys? No, they would never. Not where I can hear anyway. Just guys in college.”

The returning question was immediate and gruff: “Where did you go to college?”

“That’s not—Sway.”

Any and all tension dissipated as quickly as it had come, Jeremy somehow standing even taller than he had been, and a broad smile overcoming over his face, “Just making friendly conversation and trying to get to know you, Abs.”

Jeremy’s winks always disarmed her. He dealt them out so freely, so regularly, that she was sure they were just an unconscious behaviour whenever he was coming to or going from a conversation. And yet, even if she didn’t think he meant them, they still rattled her to her core.

In the same way his weeks were unintentional; Abby never meant to watch him for so long as he walked away. If anyone ever caught her—and maybe they had and were too nice to say anything—she wasn’t sure she’d ever get over the embarrassment.

That didn’t stop her, though. She didn’t look away until he was out of sight.

Abby posted up in her usual spot at TD Garden, waiting for the boys to arrive for the game. They were all painfully consistent, so she knew exactly how long she had between arrivals to quickly edit photos and post them in small groups. It was such a to-the-minute routine that she could have done it on autopilot—did do it on autopilot. A lot.

They all filed in as normal, nothing disrupting her routine until Jeremy’s arrival time came. Abby knew his arrival time just as well as she knew anybody else’s, but nervous energy always took over when it came to him.

She had her phone positioned and ready for the next group to come in, filming whether they acknowledged her or pretended she didn’t exist. The younger boys were more likely to say hello, she found, mostly because they’d come into the league when social media was already a big part of it. The older the player was, the more set he was in his routine and superstitions—even if they refused to call them superstitions.

Jeremy was always good for a greeting, oblivious to the damage his smile and wink did to her, but Abby steeled herself for him to step towards her.

She couldn’t have been prepared for the casual speed at which he reached into the inner pocket of his suit and pulled out his phone, holding it up in her direction. The shutter went off and he was walking past her before she could even work out what had happened.

Abby didn’t always stay late after games. She had to stay around for media, but on a normal day she was posting the post-game interviews and promptly jumping on The Orange Line before posting some game recaps from whatever corner of the subway she was crammed into. That all changed when Logan was hanging around and she was able to convince him to drive her home.

While it saved her a sardine packed trip, it did mean she had to hang around longer than she normally would to as he packed away videography equipment. She found herself a chair to sit on in the hallway near the Bruins’ family room, trying to make herself disappear into the brickwork.

It didn’t take long for Abby to run out of things to post, and for her eyes to grow heavy. She still didn’t know exactly what she had to wait for Logan to finish, but the sudden end to her busy day was enough for her body to realise she could relax—normally that end was when she was flopping onto her bed.

The players started to file out, crossing in front of her on their way to their families and their cars. Those she made eye contact with said goodnight, although most of them were on a mission to get out and only had eyes for the exit. She couldn’t blame them.

A shadow appeared over her lap where she’d turned back to her phone to respond to some people on the socials. When Abby looked up, Jeremy was looking down at her with head slightly tilted.

“Why’re you still here?”

His towering figure would never get old. It would have a hold on Abby until the day she died, she was sure of it, especially when he was in his suit.

“Getting a ride home. Would rather sit here than jump on the subway,” she told him, keeping her words and breathing measured. “Something must have happened because Logan’s taking ages.”

“You sure he didn’t forget?” Jeremy asked. “I’ll take you home if you need.”

Multiple things were wrong with that idea—primarily that she was positive that he did not live anywhere remotely close to Roxbury, but also that being alone in space as confined as a car was sure to ruin her life.

Abby assured him, even if she didn’t totally believe it, “He wouldn’t have forgotten. Thanks, though.”

“See you at practice, then. Hope you have something good planned.”

She did, and she would have told him if his wink hadn’t left her speechless.

Jeremy’s retreating figure was still in view when a text came through, Logan telling Abby that he had forgotten he was taking her home and he was already halfway gone. He would come back and get her if needed, but it didn’t take a genius to work out that he was hoping that wasn’t the case. He would have called if it was.

“Sway!” Abby shouted, not allowing any time for another possibility to come to mind.

He stopped instantly, yet his turn back to face her was slow. He didn’t say anything, just waited for her to gather her bag and rush in his direction.

“Can I get that ride, please?”

With a simple nod, he took her camera bag without being asked and led her to the player parking lot.

Even half empty, it was clear to Abby that she didn’t belong. She didn’t even own a car let alone the six figure vehicles she was being confronted with. One of them, if sold, could probably pay off her student debt.

There were many thanks, most embarrassed, while Abby sat in the passenger’s seat and tried not to touch anything except for the chair. Even then she was worried about all the potential damage she could do to the leather.

“Why are you so tense?” Jeremy asked. “Just relax a little.”

His words were accompanied by a large hand on her thigh. In what world that was supposed to relax her, Abby did not know, because even through the denim of her jeans she could feel the warmth and size of his hand. Looking down at it made her dizzy.

There was no way he was oblivious to what he was doing to her, she knew that for certain when she caught the smirk on his face after he finished talking. She didn’t know what he was talking about—it may have been about the game, or it could have been a question about the best way to get to her house. Abby would never be able to repeat what he said because the only thing playing in her mind was the feeling of his hand moving higher and higher up her thigh.

Never before had she wished she lived further away from the arena, but Abby was desperate for it to never end because by the time she could see that they were only a few turns away, Jeremy’s hand was pressing right into the crease of her hip. Squeezing her thighs together was really the only thing she could do because Jeremy was driving, and Abby did want to make it home.

A lot of the wanting to make it home was because she was desperate to find the words to ask him inside.

She didn’t need to find those words, though, because they were stopped on the street, and Jeremy hadn’t even killed the engine before he was asking, “Are you gonna invite me in?”

“Sorry!” a voice called, accompanied by the loud squeak of sneakers on concrete. “One of the cameras was fucking up and it needed—”

“It’s fine, Logan. Let’s just get out of here.”

“Sway’s looking a bit worse than I remember?”

“What? I haven’t noticed anything different.”

“Might want to proofread what you post to Twitter.”

Abby instantly reached into her pocket, her heart racing at the thought of having posted anything to the team socials that wasn’t absolutely perfect. The notifications were more out of control than normal, only adding to the sinking feeling in her stomach.

When she finally looked at the tweets coming from the Bruins’ official account, it was clear what Logan was referencing because staring up at her was a picture of their beloved captain—with Sway being the one mentioned.

She would claim it as a way to boost engagement and vowed to herself that she’d do it a few more times with other players throughout the week. Anything to stop the replies asking if Admin had the hots for Sway.

Finding a coffee shop on the road was something Abby did every road trip; sitting in a hotel room editing photos or TikToks or thinking up (or responding to) tweets was lonely, and sitting in the practice arena of the day was normally too loud to be in for longer than strictly necessary. The coffee shops weren’t always much quieter, but there was at least natural sunlight shining through the windows and some fresh air entering when the door opened.

On a normal day, Abby was able to work uninterrupted. Logan never followed her, just as she never followed him, and she was left to read through the mind-numbing analytics without losing concentration. She could count on one hand the number of times someone she knew had found her hiding spot which is why she was not at all expecting a hotel key and pair of sunglasses to be placed right next to her mouse and for someone to ask her what it was she was drinking.

Looking back over her shoulder, she made eye contact with Jeremy Swayman.

“Do you want one?” he prompted after being met with silence, gesturing to the empty coffee mug.

She considered whether she needed another entire coffee, before conceding, “a flat white with oat milk, please.”

He sat down on the empty stool beside her, pushing his sunglasses out of the way and resting his elbows onto the table. He looked exhausted, which wasn’t a great sign for it only being the middle of the season. Abby never knew what to ask the boys when she wasn’t holding a camera to their faces—not that she was regularly put into a position where she had to make conversation. It was so rare that she was certain that most of them didn’t even know her name. Jeremy didn’t seem bothered by the silence, instead opening up his phone and opening his Messages app with a red notification showing a very high number and responding to a text seemingly at random. Abby went back to her laptop, deciding to take a break from trying to work out what type of content needed to be scrapped in favour of opening up Indeed.

“What’s that website? Is that where people look for jobs?” Jeremy asked, peering over to her screen.

“Uh, yeah, most of the time.”

Her scrolling was half-hearted; it was nothing she hadn’t already seen before, and nothing she hadn’t already compared to what she was currently doing. Or making. The jobs she had the perfect set of skills for were few and far between because people didn’t tend to be leaving sports teams, and she hasn’t quite yet worked out how to transition out of that job yet.

“You want to leave the Bruins?” Jeremy asked after a few minutes of silence, leaning in just a little closer. His presence in her space was always hard to miss, and even more so when he was actively moving closer.

“No, not really. I’m just seeing what’s out there.”

“But what’s the point if you don’t want to leave?”

“You went to college; you have to have some understanding of what it’s like in the real world.” Abby, picking up on the ever so slight shrug in his shoulders, and the hint of embarrassment, continued in a gentler tone, “I have to check the market. It’s to see if there are similar jobs paying more, or if there’s a really good opportunity out there to get into marketing or something.”

“Check the market? Like testing it in free agency?”

“Yeah,” Abby nodded. “Except I don’t have an agent. I just have to do it myself.”

“Sounds really boring.”

“Boring and exhausting,” she admitted. “But hardly anybody gets any career progression by staying in the same job. I will have to leave the Bruins at some point.”

Jeremy’s eyebrows pulled together in the middle, but he nodded like he understood—Abby wasn’t wholly convinced that he did.

With his pre-game nap calling, Jeremy didn’t stay for much longer. He apologised for annoying her, and she hastily assured him that she was always happy to talk to him and left her with another coffee that he ordered for her on his way out.

He was long gone by the time Abby noticed a piece of paper he’d left behind where his hotel key had been. She lifted and flipped it to see it was important, expecting it to be the sleeve they were all given with their room keys, and did a double take when she saw something hastily handwritten instead of the hotel logo.

Room 914. See you soon.

A warmth that could only be brought on by Jeremy rose in Abby’s cheeks. She slammed her laptop shut, held her bag beside the table and swiped all of her belongings into it. It wasn’t anything she had expected, especially on the day of a game when she knew how specific a goalie’s routine was, but she wasn’t going to ignore such an obvious invitation.

The café was, thankfully, closer to the hotel than almost any other she’d found in other cities, so it was a short, fast-paced walk back. Her focus was so intense that she would have stepped out in front of a car if it weren’t for a woman grabbing her by the wrist to keep her on the sidewalk. It wasn’t one of Abby’s proudest moments, certainly, but she was on a mission and needed to make sure she was able to reach her destination before the rules changed.

Nobody else was in the lobby, that Abby noticed anyway, and her ride to the ninth floor was unimpeded—which was for the best because there was no way she would have been able to hold an intelligent, or intelligible, conversation had anybody tried.

Jeremy must have been waiting at the door with how fast he answered it after Abby’s first and only knock. He pulled her inside quickly, the door shutting heavily behind them as he crowded her against the door. She dropped her bag to the floor, the thud only causing a slight concern about her laptop, before his hands were curling into her hair and his mouth was drawing closer.

“Don’t leave,” he said, his breath moving over her lips. “Don’t find a new job.”

Abby wrapped her arms around his neck to stop herself from melting to the floor. She pressed her mouth to his, a silent promise that she wouldn’t go anywhere if he didn’t want her to.

His knee moved between her thighs, helping to keep her lift her further off the ground—closer to him—and added friction it gave to her jeans caused a breathy moan to leave her mouth.

“Are you done here?”

Abby looked up over the laptop screen she’d been staring at blankly, making eye contact with the aggressively raised eyebrow of the waiter and nodding sheepishly before slamming her laptop shut and leaving the café before anybody could read her mind.

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lily-s-world · 1 year ago

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I always wondered when Wymack really found out about Andreil, but when you think about it, the man had a front row seat for the entire thing. He was the first one to meet Neil and saw how Andrew almost broke his ribs with the exy racket, probably thinking “Great, another one that will hate the monsters”. Then the season started and as a coach you have to monitor your team, keep an attentive eye while they play so you can give pointers and feedback later, and the Foxes being the Foxes, he also needed to keep an eye when they weren’t on the court, making sure no trouble was rising – specially with Andrew and the new kid. So, Wymack saw it, from the murdering tension slowly fading away, to them feeling at ease around each other and then unconsciously searching to be near each other. He saw the looks change, from Andrew’s “who the hell is this junkie rabbit?” to “I may want to do things with this junkie”, and Neil’s “what is the problem with this goalie?” to “I want to fix all the problems that this goalie has”.

I’m completely sure that when Neil put Andrew’s hands under his shirt in Abby’s house; Wymack internal reaction was something like this:

#david wymack #That man needs the best retirement plan from dealing with the chaos that are the foxes #all for the game trilogy #all for the game #Aftg #the foxhole court #the raven king #the kings man #neil josten #andrew minyard #Andreil

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r3starttt · 5 months ago

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OBLIVIATE | 03

ellabs x reader | series m.list | > 02 > 04

CW: modern!au. +18 content. poly relationship. POC friendly. ellabs x reader| time skips (like fr). Dina appearance <3 suggestive. angsty. reader being a homewrecker basically for the millionth time.

SUMMARY: Lights, camera, action, and regret. What-ifs and temptations captured on screen. Maybe it should have stayed between two, forgetting it was ever three, but lovers' hearts, even shattered, retain their warmth. The chance to resolve unfinished words for the last time is something two can ignore, but not three.

AN: I don't know about hockey, so forgive if something sounds stupid? I watched a few vids on YouTube, so.... gotta be decent, at least, but whatever.

WAVE

The energy in the arena is electric, a tangible force that reverberates through the air as thousands of fans cheer for their favorite hockey teams. An ocean of faces painted in team colors, waving banners and flags, each cheer a testament to the anticipation and tension that had built up over the season.

The stadium lights shine brightly, illuminating the vast ice rink where Abigail Anderson, the most celebrated hockey player in recent memory, glides with grace and power. Almost every eye in the stadium and beyond was on her, every camera angle trying to capture the essence of her prowess on the ice as the commentators meticulously called her.

In the VIP section, you sit among family, friends, and celebrities, wearing a blue t-shirt with "Anderson" emblazoned on the back.

Abby's determination is visible in every stride, every maneuver. And how could she not, after a season marked by her brief hiatus to spend more time with you.

The commentators buzz with excitement, their voices echoing throughout the arena as they analyze Abby's every play, marveling at her skill and dedication.

The opposing team, equally formidable, pushed back with equal vigor, making the game a tight contest from the start. You watched Abby’s face on the giant screen, her eyes steely with focus, jaw set with determination.

The tension is palpable, each moment feeling like an eternity. You watch Abby weave through defenders, her eyes locked on the puck, her mind undoubtedly running through a thousand calculations. She knows the world is watching, knows how important this win is for her team and for herself.

As the game progresses, your attention is momentarily diverted when the camera shifts to another VIP room. There, amidst the laughter and chatting of her bandmates, sits Ellie Williams and for a split second, you swear your eyes met.

You knew what this game meant to Abby. She had taken a break an there were whispers of doubt about her ability to return to her peak. This game was the culmination of her efforts, a testament to her resilience. So you force yourself to refocus on the game.

The game is relentless, both teams pushing their limits. Each period drags on, the scoreboard reflecting the struggle. The commentators along crowd’s cheers and gasps created a symphony of excitement and anxiety. Every time Abby had the puck, you held your breath. You could feel the collective tension, not just from the fans but from the millions watching at home.

Game progressed into the third period, you could hear the buzz of conversations, a mix of admiration and nervousness. With the score tied and the clock winding down, every pass, every shot was critical.

Abby seized the puck, her eyes scanning the ice with laser focus. She weaved through defenders, you felt your heart in your throat, your eyes glued to her. The opposing team closed in.

She wound up and fired the puck with all her might, a perfect shot that sailed past the goalie and into the net.

The buzzer sounds, signaling the end of the game and Abby's triumphant victory.

The arena erupted. The sound was deafening, a wave of euphoria crashing over you. The commentators can barely contain their excitement, praising Abby's extraordinary performance and the decisive goal.

As the camera captures the jubilant aftermath, it once again pans to the VIP rooms, broadcasting your reaction to the world.

This time, you see Ellie watching the scene, a faint smile playing on her lips. She had a blue shirt as well, you couldn't quite catch the number or name, but the pure thought of her being aware of Abby, sharing space one more time, it had your heart anxious.

Despite the whirlwind of emotions, you focus on being there for Abby, reveling in her triumph. The arena is alive with celebration.

As she looks up into the stands, her eyes finding yours amidst the chaos, you know she sees you. She raised her stick in salute, a gesture just for you and you only.

The night is a blur of celebrations and interviews, but amidst it all, you remain collected. One main thought on your mind. Did Abby know Ellie was here?

"Abby, dear, it's such a pleasure to finally meet you. Your father was highly esteemed in our circles," your mother said, her voice dripping with admiration. "It's a pity we haven't had more opportunities to catch up, isn't it, darling?" She briefly glanced at your father.

He appeared somewhat disinterested but always eager to please his wife. With a nod and a drink in one hand, the other hand holding his wife's, he politely responded, "Well, it has indeed been a long time since Jerry and I last caught up."

Abby smiled at their comments, nodding to show she was engaged. "I was always impressed with his work. He had a talent for getting things done."

"Yes, he did. It's evident you've inherited his skills. And your beauty and grace—I'm captivated," your mother continued, caressing your father's hand. She was thrilled, eager to absorb everything from such a man.

"Thanks, really. I appreciate the nice comments about my dad. I'm very proud of him," Abby said, cutting into the chain of compliments, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

"Well," your mother continued, "we're certainly grateful you could visit. It's not every day we meet someone like you. Tell me, how have you found everything? The summer, the preparations for graduation? Quite an accomplishment."

"Oh sure, it's been quite a thing," Abby replied, her smile widening as she glanced over at you and Ellie, lounging by the pool. "It's been busy, but I'm excited about what's ahead."

Your mother’s gaze flickered towards Ellie, who was sitting a few meters away, detached as she scrolled through her phone. "And Ellie," your mother remarked dismissively, "our daughter is in awe of you both. Though I must admit, she has some rather interesting friends at times."

Abby’s smile widened slightly, her gaze shifting to where you and Ellie were. "Not at all. I’ve seen how hard Ellie works, and it’s admirable," she said, hesitating before continuing in a carefully crafted tone. "She's had to make do with a lot less compared to some of us, yet she makes the most of what she has."

Your father, who had been quietly observing, interjected with a hint of curiosity. "Ellie seems like a bright young woman. I'm sure she has her own talents," he said, glancing at his wife, who seemed quite displeased. "If she's... so close with a lady like Abby, she must be something special, right?" He looked back at Abby, hoping she'd understand the hint to change the subject.

Which was useless since your mother spoke once again. "I've always said connections can make all the difference. That's why I'm so eager for my daughter to find someone who fits well within our circle," she said, her eyes on Ellie.

Abby nodded, her voice laced with flattery. "I can see that." There was a brief silence, knowing that speaking too much could betray Ellie or you.

"Actually, your daughter mentioned you've been working on quite a few interesting projects recently?" Abby said, clearing her throat, arms crossed, catching a glimpse of your dad's smile.

Your mother nodded enthusiastically, clearly pleased. "Oh, you know, just the usual. But let's not talk about me. I'm more interested in your plans for the future. A young lady like you has so much potential."

"I'm still figuring it out," Abby replied with a small laugh. "I'd love to become a surgeon but I'm also interested in sports. Besides, I might wait a year, see how Ellie does, your daughter too—" Your mother immediately cut her off, seizing the opportunity.

"Oh? I thought she was in your grade as well," she said, narrowing her eyes as Abby shook her head. "Why would you wait then? Don't worry about our daughter; she has nothing to figure out."

Your father, overhearing the subtle shift in conversation, raised an eyebrow but remained quiet. Your mother, now more intrigued by Abby, leaned in, giving her little room to escape.

"Well, Ellie’s certainly doing her best. It's just that coming from a different background means she has to rely on others for support sometimes," Abby said awkwardly, yet it faded quickly at your mother's shift in expression.

"I see. That must be difficult for her," your mother said, almost proud of the revelation. "Haven't you thought she's searching for a sense of belonging? Or maybe validation?" Her tone was delicate yet pointed.

Your father, who had been quietly observing, nodded thoughtfully. "It's indeed a complex situation, darling. But not necessarily do people's backgrounds shape their expectations and needs," he said, tightening his grip on your mother's hand.

Abby seized the opportunity to solidify her place in your parents' favor, mostly for your sanity. "Absolutely, and it's praiseworthy that she’s managed so well despite—"

"But sometimes, one can’t help but notice the contrasts. If you say so, I'm sure she tries her best, but it’s clear she's not quite in the same league. It's a tough world out there, and not everyone can keep up, no matter how hard they try," your mother interrupted again.

Your father, who had been less engaged, now leaned in with a thoughtful expression. "You and your father are so kind to handle these situations."

Abby’s smile became a touch more genuine, one of thankfulness towards your dad. Her gaze shifted to include both your parents. "Absolutely. We're always happy to help where we can."

Your mother, not missing a beat, continued, "I'm just saying, it must be such a different world from where Ellie comes from. I can only imagine the...disparity."

Abby cleared her throat, feeling trapped, mad even. "Not at all, we've always been close... we are in great teams actually."

Your mother’s gaze softened, a bit amused with the direction of the conversation. "I apologize if my comments—"

"I understand your worries," Abby quickly interjected.

Your mother, taking advantage of that, pushed further. "It’s been great seeing how supportive she is of her friends, even those who aren’t as well-off. Isn't it, love?" she glanced back at her husband, who nodded in agreement.

“It’s such a pity your dad and my husband lost touch. They were so close back in the day," your dad spoke, shy if not ashamed. "We would love to have someone like you as part of our family. After hearing how humble and kind you and your dad are... we had hoped that—"

Abby’s eyes flicked towards you, who were still lounging with Ellie. “We would love that too. Your daughter is quite remarkable."

"We mean it, sweetheart, really, the way you handle everything—so poised and effortless—my daughter could learn a lot from you," your dad quickly interrupted. "And from Ellie as well."

"Perhaps we should arrange a dinner sometime soon. It would be lovely to get to know you better. It could be a new chapter for all of us," your father suggested.

"I’d love that"

"Yeah? You really don't have to-" sweaty strands of hair brushed her cheeks as she shocked her face.

"It's the least I can do for having you here supporting me, babe. No worries," she replied.

You had a premiere coming up soon. Your latest movie had been heavily promoted, and you'd taken a break, making use of already recorded interviews.

But as soon as Abby returned to work, so would you.

"We really should watch it" a hint of a small laugh bettwen her words, quickly shushed by her hungry lips drinking water like she haven't ever drink in her life.

"You won't like it," you replied dismissively.

"What? Seeing my wife covered in blood, mad, and panting?" she said with a sarcastic smile.

You rolled your eyes and walked over to her, leaving your phone on the chair. You pressed a tender kiss to her still-sweaty lips. "Come on then, let's get dinner so you can watch your hot wife being creepy."

"Before that" she grabbed your wrist, a gentle grip. her fingers running down yours, brushing your ring very briefly before she let go "Was she wearing my shirt?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to process her words. "Really?" you said, tilting your head in disbelief and disapproval. Your reply was a nod along a mocking smile on her face. "I didn't see."

A quiet "huh" fell from her lips. "You miss her, but when she's right there you-" she started, but you cut her off.

"She'll be at the premiere. Get over it," you said firmly. "Plus, she did it on purpose," you murmured, trying to prove you weren't the only one playing dumb.

Her eyes flashed with caution before taking another sip. "We're all just doing our jobs."

You turned around and picked up your phone, scrolling through it with your nails tapping loudly on the screen. After a few minutes, you showed it to her.

A post from Ellie's band, featuring a moment from the game with a lengthy caption praising the team and Abby's performance, caught your eye.

"They just get to be your number one fans? They probably don't even know how the game works," you said, annoyed, as she took the phone from you to get a closer look.

There were a few silent seconds shared between both. She didn't seem as bothered as you'd expected, and it somehow was bothering you instead.

"She's wearing it," Abby commented, showing you the screen. Ellie was in the last slide, holding a beer, her current girlfriend resting her head on her shoulder, both wearing blue shirts with 'Anderson' on the back in white letters.

You eyed at the picture, at the caption. The post already flooded with comments. Likes growing each second.

"That's her girl?" you took the phone off her hand "Abby" You furrowed you eyebrows in annoyance, shaking your head very slightly, your tone warning her to stop.

"You think she'll bring her?" once your phone was tossed somewhere next to her, she brought it once again. "To the premiere? I hope not"

"You don't get it, do you?" Her frustration was a force, hazel eyes brimming with disbelief and pain. They were fierce, unyielding. "I gave you what you wanted. I played along. Everyone’s putting on a show for your family—just look at Abby." Her hands slapped the sides of her thighs, a stinging finality in the motion. Knitted eyebrows forming a bridge of impatience.

Your gaze flickered reluctantly towards the blonde figure. Her long hair, usually a cascading waterfall, now seemed like a veil hiding her true self. Her typical bravado was missing, leaving her persona bare and vulnerable. A hollow facade.

Her eyes, though full of unspoken hurt, seemed to offer an invitation, a silent plea for you to continue.

Everything was supposedly fine. You hadn't questioned the underlying issues they’d been discussing in hushed tones for days—issues your mother had hinted at repeatedly. You had assumed she would grasp the situation herself. The woman had a knack for perceiving the imperceptible, as if her eyes could read secrets written in invisible ink.

“My family,” you sighed, the weight of frustration and anxiety crashing down like a wave. Your breath was heavy, filling the room with a palpable tension, as if the air itself was charged with unspoken conflict.

"They’ve always been like this—I didn’t know it would go this far." Your voice was neither angry nor annoyed, but carried the resignation of someone who simply wanted the turmoil to end.

Ellie’s senses felt overwhelmed. Her ears seemed to hum with the rhythm of her own heartbeat, her eyes blinked in quick succession as if seeking escape. The atmosphere felt so thick with unresolved energy that stepping back seemed like a reasonable response.

“Oh really?” she retorted, sarcasm dripping from her voice. “You think I’m—” She paused, her voice losing its edge.

“I know why you did this,” she said with a groan in each word, stepping closer with the creaking of the wooden floor echoing her frustration.

The guilt was a lead weight in your chest, a regret for needing and wanting their presence despite knowing the selfishness of your actions. Her words a stark reminder of your regret, but hindsight offered no solace.

Ellie’s face was a canvas of anger and hurt. Abby, however, remained calm and composed, caught between her loyalty and the pressure, appearing distant and detached as a defensive measure.

“I’m so stupid,” Ellie said, her head tilting, her gaze shifting away from you to focus on Abby. “Has she told you what she discussed with your parents? Mhm?” The emphasis in her voice was a sharp blade, and you chose to remain ignorant of the conversation's specifics rather than face it.

“They think they’re doing what’s best,” you said, moving to sit beside Abby. The small gestures of comfort were unsettling in their own way, fueling the auburn's frustration.

“What’s best?” Ellie repeated bitterly. “Making me look like some kind of gold-digger? Accusing me of trying to come between you and Abby?” each word brushing her mouth murroring the feeling of absurdity, as if she was not only complicit but actively drawing everyone closer, as if her thirst for more was unquenchable.

“Hey,” Abby interjected, straightening her posture on the bed. Her eyes rolled, a gesture of irritation rather than confrontation.

“Ellie, you can’t just act fuck in this house and expect it to go unnoticed. My parents don’t know about anything- We discussed this before coming here because I didn’t want to deal with this shit.” Each word from you felt like a punctured balloon, deflating the tension but filling the room with an uneasy silence.

“I needed you to stand by me, and you couldn’t even do that,” Ellie snapped at Abby, ignoring your presence. You chuckled bitterly, the sound a hollow echo in the charged atmosphere.

Abby looked up at Ellie, taken aback by the sudden outburst. “They were just talking, and I was trying to be polite,” she said defensively, her tone soft yet tinged with mockery. She was skilled with words, wielding them as a shield.

“Polite?” Ellie snapped, her anger flaring. “They were humiliating me, Abby. And you just stood there and smiled.” Her frustration was a tempest, throwing her hands in the air as if to cast off the invisible chains of humiliation. “You know how much their approval means to me.”

Abby’s eyes met Ellie’s with an unbothered glare. “Yeah? And why’s that?” Abby retorted, her voice sharp. “You both wanted something, didn’t get it. Fucking get over it.”

Your and Ellie’s eyes met Abby’s, both reflecting disbelief and the sting of exposure. The rawness of her words laid bare the vulnerability that had been masked until now.

“Abby,” you groaned, your voice a desperate plea for calm. Your brain was a whirlpool of confusion and offense. “Stop.”

“Is that you or your mother talking?” Abby tilted her head, her gaze piercing through you. Her legs now crossed on the bed.

"I don't know and don't care either about whatever shit's going on with you" their bodies being eyed by your flickering eyes.

"I think we can deal with my parents, three fucking days. We leave" you signaled your hands as in 'it's all over'

But Ellie didn't even hesitate, even with Abby's warning "If you leave I don't ever want to see you again"

And to this day, she had upheld that promise. Everything to please Abigail.

Barely long nails traced the deep black lines carved on the auburn's skin. Each brush eliciting such warmth on their hearts who now seemed like one, shared.

"What're you doing?" The light reflecting on Ellie's eyes disappear the second that question hit her ears. Turning her phone Inmediatelly and tossing it somewhere in the bed. a muttered 'nothing' in response.

"You think you'll see them?" She took a deep breath, the air loudly brushing her nose once she exhaled. turning her body to meet the girl on her side- puppy eyes meeting her own as the touch on her skin stopped.

"I shouldn't have told you, huh?" she tried to laugh it off "Yeah" the brunette answered in a laugh as well. her body instictively moving closer to Ellie's.

"You should take me. We see them... talk, solve your shit because you're clearly traumatized-" Ellie's hand hit very softly the brunettes skin, followed by a dramatic 'ouch'

"Imagine you just wanna fuck me and end being acused for trying to steal money or shit? like, I just wanted to- I dunno, doesn't matter" the more she spoke, the more her tone lowered.

A small pout on her lips as she looked down to Dina's hands. Her tattooed arm leading her hand down her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze to bring her closer, which she didn't hesitate on doing.

"It'll be fun, yeah? plus... I want the pictures taken" Ellie let out a nasal laugh at the words. Both the anxiety of just going there and bringing company made her physically weak.

But she nodded. She still had a week to think about it.

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aerinfrankellove · 27 days ago

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@chirpingfromthebox @through-rosey-glasses

My New York Sirens primer for @amandayetagain:

Forwards:

Sarah Fillier - #10 - first overall draft pick after New York kind of was trash enough to get out of the playoffs first and then actually win a few games (I’m not gonna bother explaining the gold plan it’s not relevant just understand they were terrible hence the first draft pick). There was some drama about whether she’d sign and about how long so she’s on a one year contract which means New York needs to make the most of her while she’s not a free agent and try and claw themselves back into respectability. There was some murmuring in my circles at least about her being overrated but she got a hatty in the preseason so I’m not too worried about it

Abby Roque - #11 - commits lots and lots of ice crimes but most of them are objectively funny. She’s actually hilarious and an icon and when she’s not in the penalty box she’s a pretty good scorer for New York and plays at the National team. (Micd up: https://youtu.be/WUbzv7Iq7HI?si=PnRc98KRX8s35cbI)

Alex Carpenter - #25 - weary veteran who carried her team on her shoulders last season. When no one could score she was there and she just looked exhausted. Is an alternate captain in reality but deserves all the honors for dealing with last season

Honorable mention:

Jill Saulnier - #44 - is really close with the Montreal players for some reason spent all offseason training up there maybe some of the iconique rubbed off on her

Defenders:

Ella Shelton - #17 - scored the first inaugural goal and never really stopped was the only person beside Carpenter to do anything offensively when the team was at its worst, probably got snubbed for defender of the year. In comparison to carpenter though she looks pretty cheery about everything.

Honorable Mention:

Micah Zandee-Hart - #28 - gluten free and the captain. Didn’t do much last year but neither did my captain so

Goalies:

Corinne Schroeder - #30 - she was my first goalie crush she was an icon all of last season and really only struggled bc her team couldn’t do anything and she wasn’t part mythological being (*cough* aerin frankel). Is a little snubbed by team Canada and iconic nonetheless great at what she does

Honorable mention:

Abbey Levy - #39 - a really solid number 2 with banging pads

#pwhl #I’m not an expert on the team or on hockey in general #This is just my memory of them #Pwhl sirens #pwhl new york #pwhl lb #sirens lb #new york sirens

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s-4pphics · 2 years ago

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look, wild cherries! 1 (a.a)

wc;cw: 1.4k, cherrychaser!abby, scumbag!abby, corruption kink, descriptions of sex MDNI, mentions of weed n alc, dubcon, my baby sucks in this but she’s hot so who cares <3, smut l8r duh, riley makes an appearance :D

The first time Abby took a girl's virginity, she didn’t leave her apartment for four days.

She hadn’t been… hunting for a virgin that night, it was completely by happenstance: she was a sophomore at the time, and she’d got invited to a party at the girls soccer team’s frat house by one of her friends. It was pretty exclusive, and she was scared that she would be overlooked as a mere plus one by the entire team, but she ended up getting along really well with everyone there.

Including a girl with a number seven pinned on her crop top.

Abby was crossed as fuck, and she barely has any memory of that night, but she can’t forget the desperation on the school’s star goalie’s face when she pulled her into her bedroom by her shirt, asking—no, almost demanding to take her virginity. Please, Abby? Treat me good? Be my first?

It’s almost comedic that she forgot the athlete’s name because she’ll never forget the pink fairy lights twinkling, the array of plushies stacked up on her bed, the glittery duvet; All of it still picks at her brain til this day, and it had been two years since it happened; she was about to graduate, for fucks sake!

The girl’s pussy had been so wet, squirting all over her pillows and blanket, crying out about how her stashed dildo was too big and couldn't take it, but Abby was able to convince her that she could. And she did, she’d took it so fucking good.

Their fucking had started out pretty basic; Abby gave her some nasty, sloppy head, fingered her, made her squirt all over her blanket twice. It wasn’t until she slipped the fat tip of the dildo into the tight entrance and the girl let out a pained shriek of Abby! Oh, God, you’re taking my virginity! that her brain chemistry completely rewired, and her obsession ignited.

She doesn’t know if it was the weed or liquor that made her core clench so tight that she moaned out at the statement, or if she’s always been a goddamn sicko, but she can proudly say that she hasn’t been the same since.

The girl, however, would not leave her the fuck alone after Abby fucked her. She somehow found her account on Instagram and Snap and was obsessed with asking her out on coffee dates and inviting her to watch her practice, in which she politely declined every time.

It had gotten so bad that Abby thought inviting her over for a quick fuck would make her stop, get it out of her system, but she ended up falling asleep in her bed right after she squirted on her dick. What the fuck!

Abby wasn’t an asshole often, but after the girl showered and ate the last of her Cinnamon Toast Crunch four days later, she lost it. She cussed her out and told her to leave. She made the girl cry, before she clumsily put her pants on, and left with a slam of the door. Abby never saw her on campus after that, thank god.

Besides that weird ass experience, she loved fucking virgins. Loved making them dirty with her corruption.

She loves having sex, but nothing strokes her ego—and dick—more than popping a pretty girl’s cherry. She’s seven virginities down, as of now. She loves making them sweat and beg and cry. It makes her so hot—

“Bitch, what the fuck are you staring at?” Her best friend, Riley, leaned closer to whisper to her. Abby blinked blankly as she broke her trance.

Abby hadn’t taken her eyes off you since she walked into the campus library.

Riley had texted her after class demanding that they go study for their chemistry exam. She almost didn’t show up, but she was so close to failing; One more D on a test would completely destroy her GPA and her scholarships would disappear with the snap of a finger.

She wasn’t expecting the study session to consist of her mind trailing off as she stared at you, thinking about bending the pretty receptionist at the desk over and making her scream in front of everyone in here.

You were so fucking cute: circle frames around your eyes, two puffs surrounded by clips atop your head, cropped, purple sweater and jean shorts that showed most of your legs. She could see that you had on a pair of worn sneakers through the little gap of the desk you sat at, and all she could think about was your knee-high socks above her head as she pounded into that tight, gooey cunt—

“Abby, bro, what the fuck. Can you pay attention?”

“Yeah, gimme a sec,” and she shot up out of her seat to walk towards you.

She could see that you had your AirPods in the closer she got, mindlessly scrolling through your phone.

She cleared her throat, “Excuse me?”

You instantly looked up when you heard her, and she was met with your bright smile. You smelled like candied apples, fucking shit—

“Hi! How can I help you?” you spoke in a hushed tone, and she nearly went cross-eyed. She could hear you begging for her cock, now!

You can help by letting me rail you!

“Umm… I’m a chem major, and I was wondering if you could help me find something on… like… ionic liquids?”

She’s been in love with chemistry since she was a goddamn freshman in high school, she knew what ionic fluids were! She just needed an excuse to talk to you. She’s desperate!

You nodded immediately, your smile softening, “Of course! I love chemistry, all the books are down this way.”

You stood and walked out from behind the desk, guiding her to a secluded spot of the library, right by the windows. All she wanted to do was press you up against them and dig you out—

“Abby, you okay?” your gentle voice cut through the raunchy visuals in her head.

“Y-Yeah! Don’t worry, did you say something?”

“Yeah… there’s some books right here about ionic liquids!” you said cheerily, a bright smile growing on your face once more.

“Oh, yeah, cool. Thanks.”

“No problem! I’ll be over there if you need anything!” you said to her before turning to leave. She stopped you before you could.

“Actually!” Fuck, come up with something! “I… uh… you said you liked chemistry?”

“Sure do! It’s so interesting!”

“Facts, I love it. I’ve loved it since I was little.”

“Me, too! I used to get picked on for it, but I’m so glad I stuck with it.”

“Oh, wait, do you major in chem, too?”

“Not anymore! I used to before I transferred, but I switched over to sociology when I got here. I still volunteer as a chem tutor, though.”

Her ears immediately perked up. That’s the door she needed; she’d have that cunt in no time!

She smiled slyly at you, “That's crazy you say that! I actually needed a tutor for this biochem exam next Monday.”

She watched your brows furrow as she spoke, “Do you… would you mind helping me study? I’ve been having some trouble focusing, and I think having someone there would be a big help.”

She noticed your hesitation, “Oh… um…”

Fuck! Dammit! “I mean if you’re not busy! If you are, I totally get it!”

You shook your head at her quickly, “No no no! I’m… just a little swamped right now with some other students.”

“… Oh,” Abby said, disappointment evident in her tone before she disguised it. “That’s okay— “

She watched your expression drop at her tone before you shook your head, “I would have to cancel some sessions, but I think I can see you on Saturday! How’s that sound?” Abby grinned widely at your proposal.

Sounds so good, fuck it sounds so fucking good. “That’d be great, I really appreciate it.” You smiled back at her.

“Great! Here, lemme get your Snap,” you pulled out your phone and she pulled out hers. She was locked in, for sure!

After Abby added you, you gave her a gentle wave before walking back to your desk. She watched your ass switch in your shorts with every step you took. She couldn’t wait to watch it clap on her dick!

She smirked to herself before walking back to where Riley angrily sat.

“You’re a cunt, what the fuck took you so long?” Her best friend scolded her with furrowed brows.

“Just talking to the librarian, damn, chill.”

Abby opened her book with a cheerful grin, suddenly in a much better mood.

She couldn’t wait to see you this weekend!

a/n: damn another impulsive writing prompt😳 uhhhh this is gonna be short n nasty :p literally have the whole thing mapped out already LOL just needed to write abby so bad like i couldn’t hold back anymore shes so hot n sexy need her to corrupt me even tho im a worthless slut already <3

pt. 2 :0

#abby x fem!reader #abby anderson smut #abby x reader #abby anderson #abby tlou #abby x you #abby the last of us #lesbian #black!reader #black!oc #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x black!reader #works 𖧧࣪#*. cherries 𓆩♡𓆪 #scumbag!abby

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dnvrsmedia · 1 year ago

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dude i got in a fight in the middle of my soccer game today and now i'm thinking ab how goalie!abby would react. -if you still write/take requests for goalie abby-

i’m a center attacker and this attacker on the other team was talking mad shit so i told her to chill tf out and she got up on me shoving me n cussing me out. so i shoved her back and said “you heard me chill the tf out" and we kept shoving eachother until her teammate held her back - the entire game they played dirty and hurt my teammates and THE REF DIDNT CALL ANYTHIFN butttt back to abby

i know abby would get so protective seeing you and another player fighting or seeing her team get hurt by them - she would be pissed, yelling at the ref to call it when a teammate can’t stand back up or running down the field to stop you and this girl from throwing down in the middle of a game

why is this hot LMFAO but slay for standing ur ground!!! fuck the ref for not calling it though smh

abby would be so concerned especially bc she can’t leave her post! you best believe that she’d be furious though. especially if the other team got a corner & the player messing with you within the box!!! oooo abby would step in between you two and tell the player to fuck off!!!

after the game when you shake hands w the refs and the team abby def whispers in the players ear while squeezing their hand ridiculously tight with a bight smile on her face.

“you do that shit to them one more time and i’ll make sure you never play again.”

the player scurries away past you with a quick sorry as she makes it back to her locker room.

you have a knowing look on your face as you go over to abby, her strong arms wrapping around your torso.

“do i even wanna know what you told the poor girl.” you laugh and kiss her shoulder discreetly.

“nothing too crazy, just taking care of what’s mine.” she beams.

protective goalie!abby ugh i love!!!!

#dnvrsmedia #ask em!#tlou #the last of us #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #goalie!abby #goalie!abby au

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femlesbianbarbie · 1 year ago

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Fútbol Abby headcanons

Fútbol Abby is either defense or goalie. Everyone calls her a brick wall.

Fútbol Abby who is an amazing captain with all of her team only having nice things to say about her.

Fútbol Abby is the softest sweetest baby girl off the pitch but the coldest bitch on the pitch.

Fútbol Abby who has body slamed a pitch invader on multiple occasions.

Fútbol Abby is the first one to pick a fight with a ref. Especially if she strongly believes they have called something wrong.

Fútbol Abby spends all of her interviews gushing about her wife(you).

Fútbol Abby does a whole soft launch for you on her Instagram. She spends months hinting at who you might be.

Fútbol Abby posts its many pictures of you after you go public it’s like she has to share your beauty with the world.

Fútbol Abby who’s teammates love you and think of you and Abby as secondary parents.

Fútbol Abby who has a whole room dedicated to her trainers and kits she has saved.

Fútbol Abby who will eat anything you give her because she has no skill in the kitchen.

Fútbol Abby who takes your homemade sack lunches to practice everyday. The girls love to make fun of her for it.

Fútbol Abby has the funniest goal celebrations that somehow leave even more girls thirsting after her.

Fútbol Abby who will hunt you down in the crowd so she can give you a kiss on camera after winning a game.

Fútbol Abby who begs you to do interviews with her so she doesn’t have to be by herself.

Fútbol Abby who is just a little baby who needs a hug.

#abby x reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #tlou imagine #the last of us

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foxufortunes · 5 months ago

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Some random tips and trivia for anyone wanting to take a slightly more realistic look at exy and sport in their fanfics:

Long jogs are not good for sports like exy. The best you can say is they're good cardio, but most exercise they should be doing anyway is good cardio. To oversimplify: long term energy and fast action energy have different power supplies and training one doesn't really help the other. There's a reason sprinters and marathon runners are not the same people. Exy is a sport of fast bursts and in some cases long jogs can actually be detrimental to your ability to play these sports.

Dear lord, warm up and cool down. I know most of us just assume this is in there and glossed over, but if you're going into details, warm up and cool down and wear warm jackets after. Especially cool down. I know Kevin and Neil have already fucked their bodies but don't make it worse. Also, rest days. You body needs time to recover. Kevin and Jean will be lucky if they recover enough not to have any career after college given how much Tetsuji has fucked the Ravens with his training. Thea is probably in agony the entire time and she doesn't have long left playing.

Goalie's lead the defence line. If you want to throw around a defence captain type plot, it's your goalies, it's always goalies. Because they have the best view of the entire court. You dealer should control the entire team's plays, as the person who should be going from defence to offence and back (assuming they work similarly to other sports with a similar position) but the defence is always run by the goalie, and your goalies are usually really fucking loud about it.

Your division/class is actually nothing to do with your team's skill, but your school's sports program and budget. The Foxes are not a Class I team, Palmetto is a D1 school. To get this status, your school has to have a certain level of sports program, featuring a certain number of sports, sports for women, upcoming/rarer sports and certain required sports. While EAU blatantly ignores all of this as presented in canon (they seem to be D3 status, maybe D2 at best) who got their status through bribery and corruption and their coach, Palmetto, as presented in canon, clearly meets D1 school status. Your school's division also affects what kinds of scholarships they offer. Typically, only D1 schools offer full ride sports scholarships. It's most likely Palmetto was looking to fund an exy team and Wymack went to them because they're a D1 school, or they approached Wymack, unlike the Ravens who clearly don't understand how this works.

On the topic of Wymack: the ERC couldn't have had anything to do with Andrew's miracle in October. We'll get to this but the ERC is just not that powerful, and, see above point, they have nothing to do with Palmetto's status. Now, Nora actually gives us a far more likely and better reason in the EC, that she then overcomplicated in canon trying to make the ERC more powerful for no reason, especially given Kevin wasn't even with the Foxes at the time. In the scene where we see Wymack recruiting the cousins, Andrew brings up the idea that Wymack's initial four year will be on it's last year that year and he needs results or the school will decline renewing his contract and rebuild the exy program from scratch under a new coach. This is far more likely a reason for him to need Andrew's miracle. It's his final year of his contract, the school wants results, and if they drop out now with so few games won, he's done for. And given how many NCAA rules he and Abby help the Foxes break, it won't be long before the rest of the Foxes lose their scholarships too.

Four years might seem like an odd amount of time for an initial contract, and it sorta is, but one thing mentioned in TSC that's never brought up in the original trilogy is redshirting. Basically, for all you have a five year contract, you can only play four seasons. One season, you get to practice, but not play games, this is called red shirting, and in my experience and what I've heard from others, it's typically the freshman, for obvious reason, but this does bring up issues for Wymack's team design, and means Neil will have to take a year off eventually. And don't even think about how this affects the Ravens.

Speaking of Ravens, this is honestly one of the most basic NCAA rules: you cannot play professionally and play NCAA. Kevin and Riko literally cannot be playing for professional teams and be playing for the Ravens, the NCAA would boot them instantly. And, up until very recently, you also cannot be paid for your photoshoots, or using your likeness or sponsorships. To play NCAA, during the period AFTG is set, you cannot make any money as a player. Now, there's an argument that Tetsuji could probably make that Kevin and Riko didn't make money as players, but as celebrities in their own rights, but that's a very grey area. But, no, they weren't getting paid for photoshoots or interviews or sponsorships or anything like that. The only exceptions are tournament winnings, and there is a very strict cap on that, and stipends which there was a lot of debate over whether that counted as payment or not. They cannot be paid for anything related to exy because the second the NCAA makes an exception for exy, every other sport wants it too, and I'm sure some of them are mafia backed too. Mafia bribery doesn't fix everything, and if your trying to write your mafia as not a bunch of idiots, they'll know where to stop.

And then the ERC. They're just not that powerful, y'all. I get that Nora wanted to make them seem powerful, but given how Riko does most of the shit not Tetsuji, even that's pointless. So, for a start, the ERC needs specific scope. It's cool to call it the Exy Rules and Regulations Committee, but for what? Sports tend to have an overall ruling body, but they don't actually control everything. They control things like national tournaments and teams. Then you have the country's body, that controls things like the leagues, and they often have different rules that take time to catch up to each other. Different leagues within the same country can have slightly different rules. And often the NCAA also has its own rules. (To use volleyball, because that does have wildly different rules, in the NCAA liberos can serve in certain conditions, and that's about the only place in the world this rule exists). Basically, they only have control if you're competing in their tournament or affiliated. For the ERC to have such control over the Foxes, they're likely an NCAA committee, this means the ERC only has power over rule and regulations of Class I exy (oh yes, each division has their own committee), meaning they control things like gear regulations, rules on bench size, foul rules ect. Not which class the Foxes are in, not if Andrew's allowed to play with them, nothing like that. It's strictly the rules of the game. And they are the bottom of the power chart. Above them you have things like the division committee, the student athlete's committee and so many others. The ERC actually has very little power because the NCAA is a massive, slow moving, complicated bureaucracy. Even if they could drop the Foxes a division or get rid of Andrew, it would take years.

#all for the game #the foxhole court #aftg

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otdiaftg · 1 year ago

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When Wymack dismisses them for break Andrew immediately sets off down the length of the court wall. Renee glances at Neil. Neil isn't sure it is an invitation until he turns toward her and gets an approving smile. He is keenly aware that they are attracting attention as they set off after Andrew, but Neil doesn't look back at anyone.

There was a good chance the others didn't want him hanging out with the goalies, and it wasn't because it meant he and Kevin were still on the outs. The Foxes might be leery of Andrew and Renee's friendship, but there was over three hundred dollars in the pot on their would-be relationship working out. Neil distracted them from each other. Neil harbored no such illusions about Renee's chances. Besides, Renee did a good enough job distracting herself. She faded out of the conversation several times to check her phone and tap out quick messages. Neil picked up a little of the slack because they were planning evacuation routes and critical supply stops in case of a zombie invasion. Surviving on the run was Neil's forte and, even though it was a ridiculous scenario, it was interesting to see how his priorities compared with theirs. Renee stressed the importance of collecting survivors, which Andrew shot down immediately. "You wouldn't go back for anyone?" Renee asked. Andrew turned his hand over. "I can count them on one hand." "I think Coach would be good in a fight," Renee said as they passed the benches again. Wymack glanced their way, hearing his name, but only needed a moment to realize they weren't talking to him. "He's got a weapons permit, too." "He sold the gun when I kept breaking into his apartment," Andrew said. "What about Abby?" "What use is she to me?" Andrew asked. "You can't bandage a zombie bite and she wouldn't let us execute the infected. Besides, Coach wouldn't let her leave his sight. Let him keep her safe as long as he can." Renee conceded the point with a nod, and the conversation moved on to less crazy ideas. It stuck with Neil, though, and he tuned out their next debate. He wondered what he'd do if an invasion really happened. Neil was used to cutting all ties and hitting the ground running. Chances were it'd be instinctive to abandon all of them if the undead put in a ravenous appearance. It wasn't exactly an uplifting realization, but Neil could accept the ugly truths about himself.

Day: Tuesday, January 16th Time: 4:45 PM EST

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All Tatted Up Part 2 (Jessie Fleming x Reader)

Warnings: ⚠️talk of trauma and su!c!de⚠️

A/N: Part 2 :)) Also, by the way this fic ends i know some people will want a part 3 but i don’t write smut for jessie. it’s also a v short fic sorry :(

Prompt: In which you and Jessie talk about your tattoos, and you confess your feelings for her.

You walk back to the locker room, leaving a probably very confused, but happy Jessie in the medical examination room.

You made your way back into the Chelsea’s changing room where the rest of the team was. Emma was very happy with the teams performance and had seemingly finished her speech as she walked out as you walked in. "Great game. Clean sheet really helped us today." Emma said, tapping you on the back. "And don’t worry about Fleming, I’ll make sure the medics take great care of you." She said to you gently. "Thank you. A lot." You told her. You had always liked Emma, she never judged you for your cold personality or stern exterior. I guess she knew that there was more under the surface.

You walked into the changing room where the girls were putting on their regular clothes. "Hey! Is Jessie good?" Magda asked, standing up. "Uhm. Head. I mean head injury. But like it’s just a cut. She’ll be okay." You said, quickly rushing to your cubby. "Okay weirdo." Erin joked. You shot her a glare and she quickly looked away. You took your clothes and walked into the shower room. You let the water wash away the dirt over your body, you never know how it managed to get under your layers, but it did. You then walked back into the changing rooms where most girls were putting on their post match outfit. You were quick to take off your shirt and replace it with a plain white tee shirt. You then put on beige cargos and a higher cut beige hoodie. You rolled up the sleeves and put on your jewelry and brown dunks. As you laced them up, you saw Jessie coming out of the shower room, her cut was clean and stitched up and her hair was wet. She was drying it with a towel and had put on jeans and a yellow tee shirt. You looked down, hiding your furious blush and knowing she had caught it. You concentrated on lacing up your shoes and then stood up and grabbed your bag. Your teammates watched you walk out of the room in confusion. "What’s up with her?" Sam said in confusion. "Seems like she’s still pretty shook from that hit you took, Jess." Niahm teased. "She is not. She’s okay." Jessie answered, hurrying to put on her shoes and rush out after you.

You were signing things in the parking lot, taking pictures and talking briefly with fans. One mother smiled at you and you walked over to her and her little girl. "Hi!" You said, smiling at the mother and then the little girl. "I like your jersey." You said, looking at the chelsea jersey. "Thank you." She basically whispered. "Do you have a name on the back?" You asked her. "Come on sweetie. Show her." The mother said. Her daughter turned around, showing a number 17 Fleming jersey. "Ahhh, you’re a Jessie fan." You said, smiling at her as she nodded. "Let me tell you a secret. I am too." You said to her. "Do you want a picture, Abby?" Her mother asked. Abby nodded and her mother picked her up and handed her to you. You smiled at her as you put the 6 year old on your hip and smiled at the camera. She was watching you though, mesmerized. Her mother took a few pictures and then she turned to you. You looked at her back. "Do you play football?" You asked her gently. "Yeah. I’m a… i play goalie." she said. "No way! Really? Well i cannot wait to play against you one day." You smiled at her, other people were now photographing you both, taking angles to show off the back of the young girls jersey. You gave Abby back to her mother who thanked you. You then waved goodbye to the girl and walked into the bus that would return the group back to Cobham.

Later that night, you were scrolling on your phone when you got a notification saying Chelsea had tagged you in a post. You clicked on it and saw a series of pictures with the little girl. One of her watching you as you smiled at a camera, the other one of her talking to you and another of you smiling widely at her showing you her jersey. The caption read.

Our keeper- a clean sheet, a pk save and inspiring the next generation all while being the biggest @_jessflem fan there is.

You smirked at the post and shared it to your story but you were soon interrupted by the doorbell.

You put down the meal you had been eating in front of the TV on your coffee table and walked towards the door. You opened it to find the last person you were expecting to be standing there. Jessie Fleming. She had her phone open to the post chelsea had just published, and was smirking at it. "You’re my biggest fan, are you?" She said, looking up at you. "I- they’re just kidding. The girl had your jersey." You said. "I noticed. I signed it. She was sweet." Jessie answered, still standing in the doorway. "Oh, sorry. Uhm, come in." You said, moving to the side. She smiled gently and walked in. "Sorry, I didn’t know you were eating." She said, eyeing the food on the coffee table. "Oh it’s all good. I was done anyways." You said, closing the door and rushing to the table to put your dish on the counter. "Can I get you anything?" You asked her, leaning against the counter awkwardly. "You know, for someone who’s so strong and confident and loud on the pitch, you’re pretty awkward and quiet off of it." She said, ignoring your question. "Yeah. Yeah I guess so. I don’t have a lot to say." You said. "I don’t believe that. I think you have a lot to say, but you’re not used to being… aloud to say it?" Jessie said. You eyed her for a second, propping yourself up to sit on the counter. "Where’s this all coming from?" You asked.

She made her way towards you, pushing your legs open to stand between them. "I want to be the person you can talk too. I know it’s hard, not having Mapi or Alexia, not seeing Ona or Aitana often. And I know you love Chelsea, and the girls all love you, but I don’t think you have anyone to talk too." Jessie said. You looked down at her. The fact that you were on the counter and she was shorter than you made the height difference significant. You watched her, using your index to lift her chin up so she looked into your eyes. "I want to be with you. I like you a lot. But I don’t know how to be with you. I’ve never been with anyone… romantically." You told her. "Me neither." She said gently.

You smiled at her, leaning down to kiss her as she slipped her hands under your tee shirt, feeling yours abs. "Tell me about your tattoos." She said, pulling away and grabbing your hand to pull you off the counter. "Okay. I have a lot though." You said. "And I have a lot of time."

You dragged her over to your L shaped couch where your plopped down beside each other. Jessie scooched down, leaning her head on your chest. "Arms first?" You asked. "Yeah."

"Okay so I got this sleeve when I was 20, Mapi and I actually got ours done at the same time. Emotional support you know. Anyways. The mountains are for hiking, I’ve always loved hiking. But this one here, that’s mount olympus from greek mythology. I’ve always been fascinated with mythology. It was like the only good thing I got out of my dad. He was a drunk. But when he wasn’t under the influence, we would read mythology together. The flowers here are for my sister, her name was Rose, she… she died when I was 14. She was really unhappy and she overdosed." You started saying. "I’m sorry. I can’t imagine loosing Elysse. She’s going to love you." She told you, brushing her fingers up and down your stomach. "Thank you. Anyways, the lion here is for protection. From others but also to signify that I’m a protector. Which sounds stupid as hell but it’s true." You said, looking down at her and twirling your fingers through her hair. "I know. I saw it on the pitch today." She joked.

You blushed and Jessie smiled up at you. "Other arm?" She said. "Hmm. This one has less. It’s more little tattoos here and there. And they’re mostly meaningless. A fairy, a rainbow, a sun, i have a little car here."

You guys spent the next fifteen minutes talking about your tattoos. You showed her the writing on your upper thigh, the one behind your ear. And eventually you wanted to show her the ones on your back. "Obviously you’ve seen all of these before but you don’t know what they mean." You said. You stood up and slipped off your shirt, making Jessie stand up herself and walk behind you. She traced her fingers on your lower back and on the back of your shoulder. Her touch was intoxicating. "They’re really beautiful." She said. "But tell me later. Don’t tell me what they mean now. I want to figure you out bit by bit." She said, turning you around. "Okay then, Fleming. Figure me out."

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