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moncharrow · 1 year ago

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water polo player! abby

a/n: hey!! i know i said id be posting for ellie first but this thought hasn't left me for a month. i love the though of this oh my god i am feral. thanks for reading! rb or comment to support a lil fic author :) also i'm gonna be referring to water polo as a super gay sport and that's because it is xoxo i mean high contact with buff women. like.

-content/warnings: 1.4k, mentions of contact sport violence, smut scenes (strap, riding abby, nickname 'beautiful', semipublic sex in a locker room, fingering, oral (both receiving), gn reader but has a pussy, mentions of roughhousing in water/ drowning (not really drowning but yk)

men dni.

water polo is one of the most intense sports- it's high contact, rough, with a high probability of being punched, getting a black eye, etc

but when you're as buff as ms abby anderson here, it's not as big of a deal

there aren't really many set positions in wp, but the most important one is center- placed front-and-center of the goal, they're the person everyone looks to to get a good shot

center has to be dependable, strong, and fast

abby is perfect! her drive is amazing (ahem ahem) and she's constantly swimming like crazy to get into position so her team can rely on her

she started in high school, learning the ropes and getting to know the sport

got crazy good, and was definitely a very proud varsity athlete. she knows she's good, so why shouldn't she flaunt a bit?

im gonna be honest she absolutely wore her varsity jacket for way too long during freshman year in college

she joined her collegiate team (possibly on a small grant/scholarship) and met the most amazing team

it's hard to be queer in sports a lot of the time, but her entire team is queer/allied!! she has a space to be herself which she really appreciates

she blossoms on that team

every girl at her college absolutely drops their panties for her im not even kidding. its not even that fun to her because she just wants someone to love, not just a hookup

((that doesn't mean she rejects them all though))

the pretty center draws crowds to the natatorium

and that includes you, of course

you're a friend of the goalie and you're not all that into sports, but once you hear that the hot girl you've been thirsting over in org. chem is there?? it's all over, goodBYE

you are seated right in the action, front row of the bleachers, cheering in school colors, pretty eyes glimmering in the bright sun, sweat drops dripping down the front of your shirt

abby is fully focused on her game but when she's benched she gets a liiiiiittle distracted ngl

like i said though, she's mostly game face

but after a win? she feels like she's never lost. she's pure confidence and she decides to keep the streak going and see if she can successfully get your number

it's slightly awkward because when abby gets closer she sees that wow you are so much more attractive than she first thought when she had chlorine water in her eyes

so she just doesn't ask you out lolol she bails and bugs the goalie about you for the week leading up to the game, asking who you are, if you're coming next time, if you like this or that

her hands are so large and strong from gripping that ball... just imagine what they could be used for !

her thighs are absolutely massive- she has to stay above the water somehow, and the kicking she has to do has sculpted her into a thunder-thigh goddess

eating her out is insane because she fucking clamps down on your head with her thighs LMAO

broad shoulders that you can hold while riding her

strong shoulders that you grip and squeeze onto for dear life every night before a game as she plows into you for "good luck"

-the room is filled with the rhythmic slapping of her skin against your thighs as she grips your hips and bucks up into you.

"taking it so well for me, huh? my little good luck charm..." and you can't say anything. you just whine as you feel every muscle in her body working overtime to treat you just right

the veins in her forearms throb and pop out as she bounces you up and down, touching and squeezing and groping everywhere she can. she looks up at you cheekily, biting her lips and grinning. "there we go, beautiful, look 't you go"

"i'll be sore tomorrow" she says. it isn't a complaint. she says it's her favorite workout

yeah she says she's done but she's also finger fucking you in the locker room during half-time

-"sorry coach, i'll be quick, i promise!" abby lifts herself out of the pool with pure upper body strength, muscles tensing and water dripping off her like some kind of lesbian wet dream. when she promises haste, she means you'll be quick, because you know the drill. you're already amongst the rows of lockers as abby pushes you against them, sliding past your underwear and shoving her fingers in. her thumb is on your clit, middle and ring fingers finding your g-spot immediately and going at it relentlessly. "think you can do 5 minutes for me, beautiful?

-you can because she won't accept anything else. you're cumming all over her fingers, groaning at the overstimulation as she fucks you through it. when you're done, she pulls out, inserting her fingers into her mouth and cleaning them. you shoot her a playful dirty look as she jogs back out the locker room door

-"thanks for the pep talk, babe!" girl.

she wins every game and says it's because of you

it's sweet, but she's just that good of an athlete

but if you met her because you play too? oh get ready for a whole 'nother world

you're her defense during practice, in the trenches with her and jumping over her shoulders to make sure she doesn't get the ball

but she'll do petty shit to fluster you, like turning and kissing your shoulder and holding your hand in the middle of wrestling for position like ???

-"anderson!" the team captain reprimands. she gives a cheeky smile and puts her game face back on, pinching your thigh underwater where nobody can see

water polo players' love language is straight up drowning people. like the coach yells for everyone to meet him in the corner of the pool and instead she's fucking barrelling toward you, wanting to pull you under

when you're waiting to practice throwing the ball into the goal, she'll slide under the surface and tug at your ankles to pull you

when you come back up, she's giggling like a child and acting like it was another teammate

-"abby, i know it was you, you idiot!" you say, grinning

despite not really having jerseys like in other sports, abby will have you wear her team merch with logos

you wear last year's team shirt to bed, her flannel pants to class, her two-piece tops when you go to the beach with her

you go crazy for her when she's in her polo suit. they're tight so that players can't get grabbed, but it's tight in all the right places

it showcases abby's broad shoulders and slutty waist, curving around her chest and tastefully contouring her back muscles

thank god for this sport, you think

she always complains about how the suit rides up her butt, giving her a slight wedgie, but it gives you perfect access to her tight ass

smacksmacksmack

-"can you hold off for one minute, babe?"

-"no."

it's like there's no person attached to that ass. and she's just as obsessed with yours dw! she uses those big hands to grasp your entire cheek and land a harsh slap! on there that makes you jump. she just smiles n laughs

water polo! abby who takes you out to dinner after games and ends up stealing your food because "ohmygodbabeimsohungryyoudontevenunderstand"

it's like she's never eaten

speaking of eating... (im sorry)

she will throw your legs open when she eats you out. if you try to shut them she'll use the full force of her forearms to pin your thighs down and dig her face deeper in your pussy, sucking and licking like a woman starved

who wrote that. i didn't. anyways..

you put her hair up in a fishtail braid for her !! then she'll ask you to put her swim cap on and give you a cute smile when you screw it up

-"i fucked it up! sorry!"

-"babe it looks great" while she's tucking all her shorter hairs into the bottom of it

if her team is winning by a lot, she'll mess around a bit and point at you after she scores a goal, and you roll your eyes and your face feels hot because she's so ridiculous

but you do feel a lil special.

anyways water polo abby mi amor :3333 take me in the locker room

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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 · 4 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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strawberryblondebutch · 16 days ago

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PWHL/NHL Comparison: Aerin Frankel

Hello everyone and welcome back to the latest installment of my PWHL/NHL comparisons. Today, we'll be looking at everyone's favorite Green Monster, Aerin Frankel. A couple disclaimers before we get started:

While some people don't like making cross-gender athlete comparisons because women should be their own players, not "the female [insert guy athlete]", I think these comps are useful for someone getting into the PWHL. Plus, I have fun with them!

I have a unique perspective with this one, having played with Frankel in net behind me and having scrimmaged against her (which, yeah, was no fun for me as a playmaking skater...)

That being said, I was never a goalie. Well, maybe once in peewee, but I was so bad at it that they said never again. My best analysis will always be for centers, because that's the position I know inside, outside, and upside down.

In some ways, it feels unfair to try to make a Frankel comparison, because she's spent her whole career cultivating her own unique style, and there's not going to be a perfect fit in the men's game. That's what makes this a fun thought experiment for me.

Let's talk first about size. I reference size a lot when I talk about playing style, because your height and weight impact your momentum on the ice. Megan Keller uses her weight to disrupt her opponents' puck-carrying. Casey O'Brien's smaller size gives her better acceleration and agility when setting up plays. With Frankel, the scouting report on her had two knocks against her. The first was that, playing for an elite prep school, she just... never had to face that many opposing shots (which is funny when you look at all her playoff saves this past season). The other was her height. At 5'5", she's on the smaller end of WoHo goalies. The position is getting smaller (Maschmeyer and Hensley are both 5'6"), but you generally want to be at least 5'9" to start in net.

There is such a thing as being too tall to play goalie. Sure, you block more of the net, but one of the things Ivan Fedotov (6'8") had to unlearn when he came to the NHL was to look around screens instead of over them -- he physically could not see a puck going through the five-hole. But for the most part, common wisdom is that you want to be pretty big - both tall and wide, because that gives you a longer reaction time to block the puck. The less space you take up, the more on target your movement has to be.

Frankel's solution to being small? Getting aggressive. She moves faster and more assertively than almost any other goalie. She positions herself way up in front of the net relative to her taller peers, because that gives her more time to set up and cut off shooting lanes. Where she intercepts the puck is farther from the net than her friend Abby Levy, who's 6'0". One thing other goalies have noted is that Frankel doesn't set up based on the puck: she sets up based on stick blades. The move she's anticipating is a half-second before most goalies. It's actually a similar mechanism to baseball hitters' timing: hitters read the pitcher's arm movement rather than the ball itself, because if you're tracking the ball, you're already behind.

So, who in the NHL has also fine-tuned their reflexes to make up for their smaller size? That would be Juuse Saros on the Nashville Predators.

(sorry, no fun graphics, JFresh only makes them for skaters)

Saros is generously listed at 5'11" and 180 lbs, making him the only goalie in the NHL this season under six feet. And yet, during the 2019-20 season, despite having the smallest target, he had the highest percentage of pucks strike him in the chest. Like Frankel, it's not so much that Saros is faster than his peers: it's that he made a conscious decision to move more and anticipate plays faster because he had to. Ann-Renee Desbiens (5'9") is just as active in the crease (some would say too active), but she also has the luxury of sitting back and letting more plays come to her.

Both Frankel and Saros have pucks hit them in the chest, which common wisdom suggests means that they were perfectly set up in their posts. Reporters have also casually said of both of them: they don't make pretty saves, but they get the job done.

What impresses me about both players is that, while their reflexes and movement started as adaptations around their smaller sizes, their ability to process the game would benefit anyone at G, no matter the size. Saros' old teammate Pekka Rinne (6'5") said that he improved as soon as he started putting his shorter teammate's skills into practice. Goaltending has already seen the most dramatic changes in style since its inception, and I wouldn't be surprised if the next change we saw was an increase in dynamism.

(Want more comparisons like this? Throw me an ask!)

#kiera watches hockey #pwhl #boston fleet #aerin frankel #juuse saros #nashville predators

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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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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 · 3 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 · 10 months 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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wosowrites · 2 years ago

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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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