#what about Audi field

[falsamoneda]

Me @ DC United when their ownership group partners with the new super league.

[meazalykov]

Could I make a request for Obi please?

They already have a established relationship.

With her recently getting injured, could it be something along the lines of Reader got injured a few months before the World Cup and had to miss it, but Obi mostly was there for Reader. Now with it being the other way around this time, Reader feels conflicted about going to the Olympics as see knows those first few weeks are the hard but she won’t be there to support Obi.

my home is with you

lena oberdorf x uswnt!reader (requested)

authors note: i'm sad about her injury :( I wanted to see her at the olympics and start with bayern soon.. I know she will come back stronger ❤️ here's your request! normally i wouldn’t decide to write about this because it’s so soon, but i do requests (unless it’s too dark & much) so i hope you like :)

warnings: many injury mentions, very long chapter.

being back in your hometown gave you a sense of peace and warmth.

you haven't stepped foot in washington dc since 2018. you left your childhood club to go play at gotham for a year-- before moving to lyon (2020-2022) and then bayern afterwards.

waking up in the morning, you wished obi the best of luck against her game against austria. yes, she will be your competitor in the group stages against germany, but she is still your girlfriend of 2 years.

afterwards, you put your phone on dnd and put it in your adidas bag that you will take to the audi stadium. on game days, the captain (lindsey) highly discourages the players being on social media before games.

as the second captain after her, you agreed to follow that rule. social media can be toxic.

if someone really wanted to reach out to you for an emergency, they can do it through lindsey, emma, or your sisters who came to the game to support your send off to paris.

that's exactly what happened. while you were getting ready in your hotel room-- lindsey got an emergency call from sara dabritz, her lyon teammate who played for the german national team.

sara isn't on the german roster for the olympics, but alex popp asked her to call lindsey-- since she needed you to know of the news as soon as possible.

"sara?" lindsey's eyebrows knitted together. sara calling her during international break and the off-season has never happened before.

"where's y/n?" sara asked, ignoring lindsey's confused tone.

"I haven't seen her since this morning, she might be getting ready now. what's going on?"

"the entire german team is trying to get ahold of y/n. lena went down pretty badly during todays game-- it was her knee." sara swallowed.

lindsey was sad to her about the news. nobody likes when another player goes down with a *possible* acl injury.

however, she was scared on how she was going to tell you the news.

hours later at audi stadium, you walked into the stadium alongside trinity and hal. both of them play on this field for washington spirit, and the three of you bonded over the last few days-- knowing washington dc so well.

trinity and hal stopped at a water fountain to fill up their empty stanley bottles with water. your owala bottle was filled with cold ice water already, so you continued on with walking into the dressing room.

as you turned the corner into the room, you hear your coach Emma, say something along the lines of "well we can't tell her until-" before lindsey stopped her with her finger pointing at your entrance.

you were the first to arrive before the rest of the team, surprising to the captain and coach talking in the room.

"hey!" you smiled, unaware of what they know.

"hey y/n, ready for the game!?" lindsey casually says with a smirk on her face.

the poker face of the lyon player is perfection. something could be wrong but as the main captain, she can't let her emotions take over her logic.

as the second captain of the team, you had every right to question what emma and lindsey were just talking about.

however, you didn't. you were too excited to play in your hometown again. many uswnt fans came just to see you play on your turf again.

"I'm so pumped! my family came just for the send off to paris. some of them talk about "oh we can't never see you play since you're in germany." but now they're here so-" you rambled as you giggled.

for a moment, emma frowned at your happy sight. lindsey turned around to look at the coach with a guilty look, hating that they both agreed to not tell you *that news* until the end of the send-off.

"that's exciting. I'm positive we have a great game ahead." emma says.

your happy mood became a miserable one at halftime. being nil-nil against costa rica was not motivating since you wanted to impress your hometown community.

in the 70th minute, you scored off of a set piece shot by mallory swanson. the crowd screamed as they've realized that it was you, their fellow dc native, that scored the goal.

the game ended with a 1-0. you knew that the team needed tons of things to work on if you wanted a chance at winning gold in the olympics, but that will come with time.

after the send off ceremony, lindsey asked if she could personally talk to you in one of the empty conference rooms.

you agreed. at first, you thought that she was going to discuss olympic matters and what will drive the team to win gold once you reach france. since she is the first captain and you're captain whenever she isn't-- along with alyssa naeher.

however, lindsey was very tense as you sat down beside her in one of the wheel chairs. she made sure to close and lock the door as well-- this is when your heart started racing.

she is your friend and hates to give you the bad news.

"I need to tell you this before you go on your phone and see it in the locker room in front of the other girls." lindsey speaks.

your eyes widened, confused.

"what's wrong?" you start to panic.

"alex-- alex popp-- said that lena went down during the game against austria. it's her knee, y/n."

your heart shattered into a million pieces. you looked away from lindsey as you took a few deep breaths.

the blonde understood why you couldn't say anything after that moment. you thought about lena having a possible acl injury.

you panicked knowing that you weren't there to help her.

"I need my phone!'" you jump up from the wheel chair.

"here." lindsey said, pulling your phone out of her jacket pocket. she made sure that she had your phone on hand-- in private-- so none of the other girls were alarmed about seeing you so upset.

after you switched your iphone off from dnd, you had nearly 200 notifications.

the first is lena's parents-- asking you to call them whenever you had time before or after your game.

others came from lea-- updating you on what's going on with obi. she understands you were playing a game and couldn't answer right away.

some messages were from other footballers in the community that you're friends with, asking you to send well wishes to lena on their behalf.

is this how lena felt back in 2023?

back in april 2023, you were a starter in the second game against Ireland.

you weren't feeling the greatest, your friend mallory suffered a bad injury in the first game and you knew she wouldn't see the pitch for a very long time.

in the second half as the ball was coming from the air, you jumped up to head the ball. at the same time, an Irish player's foot went up in the air to get the ball.

the sharp part of the boots kicked at your ribs extremely hard. your breath was caught in your throat and you landed on the ground-- injuring your ankle by landing awkwardly.

the irish player received a red card, but you were struggling to breath as you needed medic immediately. alex and kelley stayed with you as you couldn't even sit up without squealing in pain.

your ankle was on fire and your lung felt like it was beaten in. torture would've been an understatement.

lena finished playing the game against brazil when jule pulled her-- harshly-- to look at the tv in the dressing room.

the german girl watched in horror as she seen her lover on the grass, you were crying your eyes out as you balled yourself together.

she noticed your hands going back and forth between your torso by your right lung, and your left ankle, as the medics tried their best to figure out what's wrong.

"what the fuck happened?" lena said angrily, in english-- confused as she rushed to grab the remote and turn the tv up.

"this isn't good for the united states before the world cup-- mallory went down on the first game against ireland and now *reader's last name* can barely move without a reaction." a german commentator speaks.

the entire german dressing room looks in horror.

your bayern teammates looked horrified as jule tried her best to comfort a stressed lena.

a replay of the injury happened on the tv a second later. everyone could see quinn's cleat harshly kick your ribs-- the landing on your ankle afterwards made some of the dressing room cringe as if they could've felt it themselves.

"yeah, I don't think we will see her in the world cup after this one." the woman commentator on the tv speaks when a stretcher takes you off the pitch moments later.

lena was quick to immediately call your mom and sisters, since they were there and she wasn't.

she knew how excited you were to play in your second world cup after winning the first one at age 17.

when you got back home to germany, lena was there for you. you suffered with a broken rib and grade 2 ankle sprain.

obi helped you stand up most days and picked up heavy things, since you couldn't even breathe without feeling pain for the first three weeks. lena did your chores at home, helped you with showering (your ankle made that hard to do), she did your hair. she did everything to make sure that you were okay.

you couldn't go to the world cup and watch her play, but you were still so proud of her-- even if she got eliminated in the group stage.

the injury that happened to you made lena fully committed to wanting to marry you. even through your bad injury-- you were there to comfort her once she was back from australia after a failed world cup campaign.

back in the conference room in dc, you rushed to call lea.

she answered in a heartbeat, you were surprised since it had to have been 5:30am in germany while 11:30pm back in washington dc for you.

"lea?" your voice cracked. you hated this for lena, more than your own injury from a year prior.

"how was your game?" lea tried to calm you down.

"it was fine, now what happened?" you ask.

lea didn't take offense to you wanting to know what happened. this reminded her on how lena was with you.

being her closest friend at bayern, and the one that put lena onto you, she understands the bond you have with your girlfriend better than anyone else.

"lena tried to tackle and get the ball away from a player but her knee popped. I think you need to watch this for a better understanding." lea speaks.

on the FaceTime you can see lea typing on a few things on the phone.

you looked up at a confused, yet guilty lindsey. she felt bad for you since you were far from your home in germany.

the notification on your phone showed that lea sent a link to a twitter video. you clicked on it and watch the whole thing play out.

its hard to tell at first, but slowly you could see obi's knee pop out.

this made you sick to your stomach.

after talking to lea for a few more minutes, then waking up lena's parents to talk to them (they didn't mind, they really wanted to hear from you), then laura, then klara-- you were exhausted.

you were allowed to go on the bus early and choose if you wanted to sit alone on the way back to the hotel.

lindsey told all of the girls that something happened- she explained the situation which caused the girls to feel bad for lena and your situation.

you called lena, in private, once you were back in your hotel. she sounded so hurt which caused your eyes to let out tears (quietly) as she talked about her medical scanning tommorow.

many people would do anything to participate in the olympics. you were grateful to be a bronze-medal olympian already heading to seek gold-- but you wanted to go home to lena in munich.

the best player on the uswnt was you, no debate. after scoring in the 2019 world cup final at 17, winning two champions leagues with lyon, being the second best-player now in the bundesliga with bayern, and carrying the national team to bronze in the last olympics-- the team looked up to you.

the girls let you have your space for a while. even on the plane on the way to france.

tierna, your closest friend on the national team, sat beside you. she was quiet as she watched movies while you anxiously looked at your phone to receive some kind of news.

after the plane landed, the girls were quiet as they headed out. you realized that you couldn't sit in pain waiting for the day that you will get home to munich-- that will affect the team chemistry.

as you were in your hotel room, lena called you.

"hallo liebe." you spoke softly.

you heard lena cough before a few seconds of silence started.

the fact that lena called you instead of facetiming you, you knew it was bad. the three letter injury is something u feared for lena as your eyes widened.

"its both." lena mumbles.

"its both?" you question softly as you request to switch the call to FaceTime.

lena accepts and you see her in the hospital room, tears dried down her cheeks as her red face is covered by her hands.

"acl and mcl." she breathed out as she looked at you through the camera.

you frowned as reality hit.

lena couldn't start a bayern next month.

lena won't go to the olympics.

she will have to sit out for at least eight months.

you know she will be okay, since she has the team and medical doctors to help her heal.

however, you were sad that you couldn't drop everything to go back to munich.

"obi." is all you could say.

"I already know what you're thinking-- and don't." lena randomly says.

your eyebrows knit together in confusion as she looks at you with a unreadable look.

"don't leave your team just to come here. they need you-"

"but you need me a lot more." you cut lena off.

she knows you're right, but she can't be selfish-- even with her injury.

"you will be home soon liebe, I know you love me and will care for me as soon as you can." lena says.

"once I'm back in munich, I will be there for you. you aren't going through this alone-- we will fight through this together and you will be stronger." you gave a sad smile as lena smiles for the first time since she went down on that grass.

"Ich liebe dich" she whispers.

"Ich liebe dich auch" you say back.

"when is your surgery scheduled?" you ask.

"we don't have an exact date yet, but they said it might be the week of the 29th." lena says as she lays back in the hospital bed in her black shirt and black shorts.

you didn't respond as lena flipped the camera, showing you a closer look at her knee.

"I am so sorry." you say.

"its not your fault." lena says.

"I know- but again-- I just want to be there for you."

"and you will soon, don't abandon your team." lena made it clear.

"okay, I won't" you sigh.

of course you felt bad that you didn't want to be in france, but in germany instead helping lena. however, you were sad about the group stage match against germany.

lena and you talked about that match as being one of the last moments where you will be "rivals" before she joins you in the season for bayern. now, neither will happen.

days later, the united states plays germany in the group stage after beating zambia 3-2.

you were in the starting lineup. emma needed you for this match, making sure that you talked to a sports psychologist before this match-- just so you were mentally prepared.

you knew how the germans played, so you would be a key to winning the group stage match.

as the teams were going to take their starting eleven picture, you see the germans hold up a shirt in honor of sydney and lena-- who were injured and couldn't be in the olympics.

you sadly smiled at this, happy that they're remembering them.

however, you got your act together fast. lindsey wasn't in the lineup so you were the captain of the match.

at halftime, it was 1-1. trinity rodman scored a goal in the 10th minute but klara equalized in the 34th after an error from #3 on the USWNT.

in the second half, you scored a golazo in the 55th minute after dribbling around sara doorsoun and alex popp.

unfortunately, lea equalized in the 88th minute.

the game ended 2-2 and you weren't happy or sad about it.

all of the german girls greeted you immediately with hugs and kisses on the head. you accepted them. you missed them dearly and they were the closest thing you had to lena right now.

"lea love!" you sigh in relief when you hug her tightly for thirty seconds. the cameras capture the beautiful sight as most know the significance.

"I wish obi was here right now." you lean your head on lea's shoulder as she kissed the side of your head, above your left ear.

"I do too. I hate how fate works." lea speaks through her german accent.

"same." you roll your eyes. not in anger, but in disappointment for the situation and how things can play out for the worst.

"how are you?" lea asks.

"can I be honest?" you ask. lea nods her head.

"I want to be with her. I am so grateful to be here for a second time but I can't imagine her being alone without us." you whisper into her ear.

you didn't want any of your teammates to hear you. lea is your closest friend so you know she won't tell on you.

"she's not alone, she has her parents-- but I totally understand. she will be okay." lea smiles lightly as she pulls a piece of hair of yours behind your ear, a piece of hair that fell out of your ponytail during the match.

lea is right, lena's parents are staying with her at the new house you both own until you can go back to munich-- which could happen in a few days or weeks depending on the outcome of the olympics.

"I know. she's a fighter.' you smirk.

"and a lover." lea winked at you.

lea loves the way that you and lena respect and are in-love with each other. being the third wheel is annoying sometimes (when she has to hang out with y'all instead of her own girlfriend) but she is happy for the both of you.

after multiple matches of the olympics, the united states is awarded silver after losing against france 2-1 in the final.

you were the one that scored against france.

if you said that you weren't in a rush to get home to munich, you'd be lying.

lena's surgery was pushed back to this morning. so you took the uber straight to the hospital from the airport.

the taller german was asleep as you quietly walked into the hospital room. obi's parents hugged you and congratulated you on silver.

knowing that they've been with their daughter for many days, you offer them a break.

"you guys should go down to the cafe and grab lunch for yourselves, please don't take offense to this but ihr seht beide sehr müde aus." (you both look very tired) you whisper since you didn't want to wake lena.

they loved you like their own daughter, so it didn't take them much convincing for them to get a break-- knowing their daughter was in safe hands with you.

when they shut the hospital doors behind them, lena woke up from the noise.

you took out a blanket from your carry on luggage, your back faced towards lena so you didn't see or hear her wake up.

"liebe?" you turned around quickly when you saw lena awake.

she had the same tired look that you're used to seeing when you wake up beside her, but she was smiling at your sight.

you pout in happiness as you walked up to hug her upper body.

"my sunshine, I'm so happy to see you awake." you kissed the top of her forehead as her head pressed against your chest.

lena closed her eyes in comfort, she missed you the most.

"to see me awake? omg I didn't die." lena laughed.

"oh lena shut it, you know what I meant." you giggled back, happy to see lena cracking a joke through her pain.

you look down her body to see the scar on her knee peak out from her hospital gown.

on the inside, you felt terrible. you hated seeing lena in pain. you'd rather it be yourself than her.

on the outside, you looked at lena as she gave you a peak on the lips.

after that, you saw the ponytail of her hair tangled.

"hold on lena." you pull yourself away from her arms and reach into your tote bag.

"no don't leaveeee!" lena says

"I'm not I'm just going to help you with your hair-- it will help you relax."

you pulled out a soft brush from your bag, refusing to use a comb and risk pulling on her hair after she had surgery.

"you're so sweet" lena looks at the brush in your hand and turns her head to the side, so you have better access.

"anything for my baby." you tell her as you kiss the right side of her temple.

"i'm just glad to be back home." you mumble as you start brushing through obi's hair, getting the tangles out slowly and softly.

"isn't washington dc your home?" lena giggled, joking and teasing about the game you played in dc almost a month ago.

"nope, my home is with you."

I hope you're happy with what I wrote from this request! #comebackstrongerlenaoberdorf ❤️🙌

[scribblesofagoonerr]

howdy, america! | buddy & monkey: double the trouble

my favourite fic to write. it did start out as a sick fic but then it turned into well, this.

pairings: leah williamson x reader!buddy x reader!monkey

summary: preseason has kicked off in america and it's chaos all round!

double the trouble masterlist

thank you @alotofpockets for the help with this one! there's also a special appearance from @lvnleah character Rory as well.

“Nana, it’s too hot!” You whine, not a fan of this hot and sticky weather in the middle of August, “I don’ like it!”

“I know sweetheart,” Amanda sympathises with your fussiness that you’re not entirely used to being in another country as she adjusts the little sun hat on your head, “How about you try and drink some water to see if that helps at all, hm?” She suggests.

“Okay,” You shift restlessly in your seat as you take small sips from the bottle that you’re handed, “I don’ feel good,” You whimper, unhappily.

You are so excited to watch the game, you love it usually. However, today's a bit different with the fact of the unbearable heat in America is that you’re not at all used too, it makes you feel all icky inside.

You don’t like it, not one bit.

You're sitting in the stands with your Nana as you watch the football match unfold as Arsenal take on Washington Spirit in a preseason game at the Audi Field. The sun is blazing down and the stadium is packed with fans all eager to see their favourite players on the pitch.

Donned in your own Arsenal football shirt as you sit perched on your Nana’s lap, with a pale pink sun hat on the top of your head to keep the sun out of your eyes but it didn’t help the fact that you felt uncomfortable with the newfound heat you weren’t all that familiar with.

“I don’ like this heat,” You whine in discomfort, continuing to get fussier as the minutes draw on into the first half of the game, “I feel icky!”

“Oh sweetheart,” Amanda coos, doing her best to comfort you despite the fact you’re just getting more restless by the second as the game goes on, “I know it’s a lot to handle. Shall we see if we can find a spot in the shade?” She wonders.

“I wan’ Mummy,” You whine upset, looking out to where Leah is standing on the pitch with her usual stern expression she always has.

“I know you do, but Mummy is still on the pitch at the minute,” Amanda explains, taking control of the situation to bring you into a more shaded area with hope that you might feel a bit better, “It won’t be long until you can see her, sweetheart.”

“Too hot Nana, I feel icky,” You continue to whine in discomfort, thrashing around in the older women’s arms as you feel a pain in your tummy, “I’m gon’ be sick, Nana!” The tears brim your eyes, wanting nothing more than to be in Leah’s arms again.

“Oh no, sweetheart,” Amanda furrows her eyebrows as she prepares for the worst case situation, “Just a little longer sweetheart. You can see Mummy soon, I promise,” She tries to keep you calm for the rest of the first half of the game.

Despite her best efforts to keep you hydrated and in the shade away from the sun too much, the heat only seems to make you feel worse. 

Amanda is more than thankful for the whistle at the end of the first half to be able to signal to Leah, who’s just finishing up with a small interview.

“I wan’ see Mummy now,” You murmur with a pout on your face, not entirely understanding why you can’t have her straight away.

“Hang on sweetheart, let’s see if we get her attention,” Amanda lightly sways with you in her arms, “Leah!” She calls out, trying to catch the blonde before she dips off into the changing rooms for the half time talk with the rest of the team.

Leah looks over straightaway, concern immediately crossing her face when she takes in your flushed cheeks and drooping posture, “Hello my little bubba,” She jogs over to the sidelines and gently brushes a strand of hair away from your sweaty forehead, “What’s the matter?” She questions, her worry evident for you.

“I don’ feel good, Mummy!” You immediately reach out for the blonde as your bottom lip quivers.

The blonde doesn’t hesitate to scoop you up into her arms and hold you close to her despite the heat, “Oh it’s okay, my little bubba. I’ve got you.” She murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I feel icky, it’s too hot!” You whimper in her arms, snuggling into her embrace despite the blazing heat that there currently is right now, “I gon’ be sick,”

“I’ve got you. You’re gonna be okay, bubba,” Leah kisses the top of your head and holds you in her arms, “It’s very hot here, isn’t it? It’s no wonder why you feel sick,” She adds.

“She’s been fussy the whole of the first half. It might be a good idea to take her indoors for a bit out of the heat,” Amanda suggests the idea, “I know you might need to go back on, so I can take her?” She offers.

“No, it’s fine. I’m not going back on if my little girl is feeling sick,” Leah declares without a second thought, “I’ll go and take her inside myself for a little bit, I just need to let Jonas know Buddy’s not well,” With a quick word passed over to the coaches about being subbed off for the game, you’re heading inside in Leah’s arms to a more secluded area where there is air conditioning available.

“I don’ like this feeling,” You whimper tearfully, “I wan’ watch Monkey though!” You mention your favourite person, you always like to watch her play football and now you couldn’t while you’re inside.

“I know you don’t,” Leah coos, settling down on a chair as she cradles you in her arms while the air conditioning works wonders to cool you down, “We can go and watch Monkey if you want too as long as you don’t feel too sick still?”

“Wan’ watch her,” You murmur quietly.

“Okay, that’s fine. We can do that,” Leah replies in agreement before she stands up again from her seat and carries you in the direction of the changing rooms, “How about we take a little quick shower first to cool you down and then we’ll go back out, hm?” She suggests.

“There’s my favourite little Buddy!” You hear your favourite person speak up as you turn your head and give her a small smile, “What’s wrong?” She asks, concerned.

“Buddy’s not feeling that great at the minute with the heat,” Leah informs the girl, brushing another strand of your hair away from your sweaty face.

Monkey’s eyes widen in concern as she sees you nestled in Leah’s arms, your small frame seeming even smaller as you clung to her and normally, you would be bouncing with excitement to see her, eager enough to run into her arms but today was a completely different story.

The heat had drained all of your energy, leaving you feeling icky and weak.

“Oh no,” The girl frowns, stepping closer towards you as her playful demeanour is replaced with worry, “You’re not feeling well?” She asks.

“Too hot,” You murmur, your voice barely above a whisper as you still hold on tightly to Leah.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Monkey pouts at your fragile state she’s not used to seeing you like, “I… I can stay with her if you need to go back on and play?” She offers, turning to look at Leah.

Leah shakes her head in disagreement, “It’s okay, I’ve been subbed off and I am going to sit with her,” She pauses, “Besides, little miss wants to watch you play when you get subbed on.”

“If you’re sure?” The younger girl offers, her usual energy subdued as she watches you with careful eyes, “I don’t have to play today. Buddy’s sick!”

“No, you’re going to play,” Leah replies against the idea, “Buddy will be fine, I’m going to be with her the whole time. Now, go head back out there and we’ll see you out there in a bit, okay?” She encourages Monkey to go back and join the rest of the team that are still sitting on the bench.

“Urgh fine,” The girl huffs reluctantly and shuffles out of the changing rooms in a sulk.

“What is she like, eh? Silly Monkey,” Leah laughs lightly and shakes her head about Monkey’s sudden mood change as she walks over to the shower and turns it on to a lukewarm temperature, before carefully placing you down in the shower as she lets the cool water spray over your body, “There we go, bubba. Does that feel better?”

Despite her teasing Monkey about her mood swing, her focus never once wavers from you as she takes care of you.

“Uh huh. Better, Mummy,” You nod as the water washes away the discomfort.

“Good, I’m glad,” Leah says with a warm smile, reaching for a towel to wrap around you as she turns off the shower, “Let’s get you changed into some fresh clothes and then we’ll go sit back down with everyone else.”

“Sit with Auntie Beth?” Your wonder, curiously.

“Yeah, I think Auntie Beth has been subbed off as well,” Leah confirms, her hands working quickly and efficiently to get you dried off and into a fresh set of clothes, “It’s a good job that I packed spare clothes, isn’t it?”

You scrunch your face up when you realise that you won’t be able to wear your own Arsenal shirt now, “I don’ get to wear my Arsenal top no more,” You mumble, a hint of sadness in your voice.

“It’s okay, I know that you’re still my little cheerleader, Bubba,” Leah kneels down to your level as she smiles reassuringly at you, “For now, it’s between one of these ones,” She says, holding up a couple of options for you to choose from.

You take a moment to decide before you finally point to one you like more, “Green one.”

“Green? Oh that’s a good choice, Buddy!” Leah praises, helping you into the t-shirt along with a pair of white shorts, and you were more than happy to go back out to find your aunties, “Ah, ah, not so fast. You still need some more sun cream on, little miss.”

“No, I don’ like it,” You grumble in protest and try to pull away from her, “Don’ like it, Mummy. it’s icky!”

Leah chuckles softly, her hands already applying the suncream despite your reluctance, “Oh I know, but it’s better than looking like a lobster now, isn’t it, hm?”

“Icky,” You mutter, making a face even if you know she’s right about that, but it still doesn’t mean you have to like it.

You definitely do not like sun cream.

“I know,” Leah agrees with a sympathetic smile as she finishes applying the sun cream to your squeamish body, “All done, see that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“Gross,” You whine in response, shaking your head in disagreement.

“It’s not that bad,” Leah smiles in amusement, “Shall we go and see which of your aunties we can find now then?”

“Yeah, watch Monkey play!” You declare, your earlier excitement starting to return now that you’re feeling better.

“Yeah, she’ll be playing soon,” The blonde agrees with a fond smile, holding her hand out for you to take as you make your way back to the bench where you spot a familiar face sitting there, “Look who it is, it’s Auntie Beth!” She points out the blonde woman.

“Hi, Buddy!” Beth greets you with a small wave as she has Rory, sitting on her lap looking grumpy.

You’re not sure if it’s the heat or the fact that she’s missing Viv, but she’s definitely not having a good time in America.

You do miss Jordan while you’re out here though but you’ve been able to FaceTime her, Blu and Tater-Tot as well.

You’re excited to be able to see them when you’re home!

“Hey, pipsqueak!” You hear the familiar Australian voice of Monkey’s best friend and partner in crime, Kyra, “Where’s your Arsenal top?” She jokes.

“Couldn’t wear it no more,” You pout in disappointment, your fingers touching the hem of your new t-shirt which isn’t as cool as your own Arsenal one.

“Aw, no. That’s a shame, but don’t worry you still look cool in that one!” Kyra notices your glum expression and gives you a sympathetic smile, “And hey, you’re wearing green now!” She winks, trying to lift your spirits.

“Yeah, you’re reppin’ leprechauns’ colours now!” Monkey jokes as she chips in on the conversation, although you're not entirely sure who she is talking about.

“Oi, I heard that,” Katie chimes in, rolling her eyes playfully.

Monkey just laughs, “Good, you were meant to,” She says before she ruffles your hair knowing it’ll wind you up, “Glad that you’re feeling better, Buddy!”

“Monkey, stop!” You do your best to perfect the glare that is almost identical to Leah’s.

The girl holds her hands up in mock surrender, “Oh, now I know you’re feeling better if you’re scowling at me like Mum does,” She jokes, sticking her tongue out at Leah for good measure.

“Oi, watch it you," Leah fires back with her own stern look, though there’s a hint of amusement in her eyes, “Go on, go start warming up, Menace.”

“God, you’re always so bossy,” Monkey remarks, rolling her eyes dramatically but not without a smirk.

“Go on, go, Menace,” Leah says, pointing toward the sidelines with an exasperated shake of her head.

Monkey huffs dramatically but gets up from her seat, dragging her feet a little for the show, “Fine, alright, I’m goin’ now,” She mutters, throwing one last playful glance over her shoulder as she finally makes her way to the pitch.

“That girl sometimes, eh?” Beth chuckles amusedly after she watched Monkey’s theatrical exit from the seats.

“Tell me about it,” Leah replies, adjusting the sun hat on your head to keep the sun out of your eyes, “She’s a pain in the butt sometimes, but we love her, don’t we, Buddy?”

“Monkey’s my favourite person,” You declare confidently, snuggling closer to Leah.

Beth dramatically gasps in outrage, clutching her chest as if she’s been mortally wounded, “What? I thought I was your favourite person!”

“No, that’s me,” Katie pipes up from the other side of Beth, her tone playful.

“No, you’re both silly!” You giggle at the pair of them, “Monkey’s my favourite!”

“I’m offended,” Beth continues to faux upset as she keeps one arm around Rory, who’s still grumpy because she misses Viv, “I’m your favourite, right, Roo?” She asks her daughter.

“Yeah,” Rory agrees quietly, fiddling with the hem of her own Arsenal football shirt that had Beth’s name and number on the back of it.

“Well at least my daughter agrees,” Beth jokes, trying to lighten the mood, though she sneaks a glance at Rory, who’s clearly not her usual cheerful self.

Leah notices the exchange and leans a bit closer to Rory, “You know, Roo, I know you’re missing your Mamma but she’s going to be so happy to see you when you’re back home. I bet she can’t wait to hear all about your time here.”

Rory looks up to Leah with a small smile at the mention of Viv bringing her a bit of comfort, “Really?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Leah nods, her voice warm and reassuring, “And just think of the big hug she’s going to give you when you see her again. She’s going to want to hear every single detail.”

Rory’s smile grows a little wider, and she finally relaxes a bit against Beth, “I miss her,” She admits softly to the blonde.

“I know, sweetheart,” Beth says gently, rubbing her daughter’s back, “I miss her too, but Auntie Le is right. Mamma is going to be so excited to hear about everything that you’ve been up to.”

Leah gives Rory a warm smile before she looks between the two of you, “I think I might have an idea to cheer you girls up after the game,” She pauses, “I think we should get some ice cream! What do you think?”

“Ice cream!” You squeal in excitement, you sure do love ice cream a whole lot.

Beth laughs at your enthusiasm and peers down to look at Rory, “Oh ice cream does sound good, doesn’t it, Roo?”

Rory’s face brightens a bit at the suggestion, “I like ice cream,” She tells Leah with a small smile.

“I know you do,” Leah says, giving Rory a soft smile, “And you know who else likes ice cream? That big kid over there,” She gestures onto the field where the subs board is being changed for Monkey to go on to the pitch along with Kyra, Steph and Caitlin.

“Monkey likes ice cream a lot!” You reply in agreement.

“Yeah she does, so we’ll have to make sure that Monkey doesn’t eat it all before we get there.” Leah jokes, playfully.

“No, Monkey can’t eat it all!” You whine in protest, knowing that Monkey also likes ice cream as well, “You have to stop her, Mummy!”

“Don’t worry we will,” Leah laughs in amusement, “Look, she’s about to go on the pitch now so you can watch her,” She points with her index finger to where Monkey is racing onto the pitch.

“Go, Monkey! Go!” You shout enthusiastically, waving your little hand in the air in support of your favourite person.

Monkey spins around and looks over in the direction where you are and quickly waves back before she gets her head focused on the game, running all over the pitch with a burst of energy that matches her whole personality.

“Mummy, you and Auntie Beth look silly!” You can’t help but giggle at the current way that Leah and Beth both have the brightly coloured yellow bibs on their sun to protect their heads from the sun.

You don’t have that problem though, since you’ve got your own pink sun hat to keep your head safe.

“It’s the only way to keep us from getting too hot,” Leah tells you as she laughs, “I’m not fortunate to have a sun hat like you do, bubba.” She explains.

“Yeah, where can I get one of those lovely pink hats?” Beth chips in, her tone playful as she nudges you slightly.

“Mine,” You giggle at the blonde’s playful antics.

“I can’t see her,” You whine in protest, losing track of seeing your favourite person running with the ball.

“She’s over there, see?” Leah gestures to where Monkey’s running on the pitch with the ball under her feet, “Do you see her now, bubba?” She questions.

“I do! I do!” You squeal in excitement and clap your hands enthusiastically.

You find it hard to keep up with the rest of the match, the heat was relentless and despite Leah’s best efforts to still keep you cool and comfortable, it’s not long before you feel agitated again with it so your enthusiastic mood dips once again.

“It’s hot,” You whine pitfully, shifting around in discomfort.

“I know it is, bubba. It won’t be long until the match is over now,” Leah tries her best to reassure you, using a programme that she got her hands on to fan you and keep you cool again, “You don’t feel sick again, do you?”

“Nuh uh, just hot,” You grumble in disagreement with the heat. 

You miss home and the terrible weather, it’s not always hot there like it is here.

There’s a quick water break and you notice as Monkey comes bounding off the pitch, her energy still high despite the intensity of the game, though she spots you squirming in Leah’s lap and immediately notices your discomfort.

“What’s wrong, Buddy?” She jogs over, her face flushed but she still has her usual bright smile, taking the towel that she was just handed over to Leah to give to you as she knows you’re more in need of it right now, “This might help a little bit.”

“Thanks, Monkey,” Leah thanks the girl appreciatively, adjusting the damp towel over your shoulders to help you cool down.

“Anything for my favourite little buddy,” Monkey shrugs her shoulders, taking small sips of her own water bottle as she gets her usual mischievous glint in her eye, not thinking twice before she sprays a little cool water over you from the bottle, “Gotcha, now gotta go. Buh-bye!” With that, she drops the bottle and rushes back onto the pitch to carry out the rest of the game.

“M’ wet now,” You pout up at Leah, who chuckles softly and shakes her head.

“Monkey is a menace, isn’t she?” Leah asks, her eyes twinkling with amusement, “Don’t worry, you can get her back when she least expects it.” She adds, playfully.

“Yeah, I’ll get her back!” You smile cheekily, snuggling against Leah as you attempt to watch the rest of the match play out with the opposing team.

You’ve never been more grateful for a match to end as the heat is unbearable and once the final whistle blows, you peer up to look at Leah with hopeful eyes with the idea in mind to seek out Monkey on the pitch, and get your own back with the water bottle, “Can we go see Monkey now?” You ask.

“Come on, bubba,” Leah replies in agreement, taking a hold of your hand as she carefully helps you down the big steps that lead out to the pitch, “Do you see her?” She asks.

“Yes!” You spot her straight away as she has also spotted you and starts to race towards you, “I see her!” Letting go off Leah’s hand, you run towards her.

“Ah, my favourite little Buddy!” Monkey grins and lifts you up into her arms before she proceeds to spin you around, “Did you like the match?”

“Lots of goals scored!” You nod enthusiastically.

“Careful or she’ll be sick,” Leah states wearily as she finishes high fiving with the other team before she makes her way back to you both, “And then you’ll be the one to deal with it.”

“I know, I know. I’ve got her,” Monkey replies, holding you close to her as she walks back to join the post-match huddle with the team, standing on the other side of Leah.

“Proud of you out there, my girl,” Leah tells her, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead.

“What about me?” You ask, pouting at her.

Leah smiles and gently prieses you from Monkey’s arms, “I’m proud of you too, my little bubba,” She says, keeping you close as she listens to the post-match talk with Jonas and the rest of the team.

“Get down now please,” You ask politely, wanting to run about and kick the ball on the pitch now the match is over, you’re not so keen to listen to all the grown ups talk about stuff that you’re not sure about and maybe now Rory would play football with you?

“Don’t wander off,” Leah murmurs protectively, kneeling down to place you back on the floor, trying to pay attention to the post-match chat but more concerned about you wandering off somewhere unknown, though there’s a high chance of that happening when there’s a lot of staff here.

“Kick the ball with me, Roo!” You ask your cousin, who agrees with you and the two of you wander off to the stray football on the pitch, “Kick it, Roo!” You exclaim, pointing to the ball.

“I can’t believe you’re playing football without me,” Monkey gasps dramatically, making way to join your football game as you guess the chat must have finished now.

“I wanna join as well!” Kyra chimes in, joining the makeshift game with you, Monkey and Rory.

“Looks like your mini-me’s are putting you both to shame,” Caitlin jokes with Leah, seeing you put the ball in the back of the net before Monkey chucks you up on her shoulders to celebrate the goal.

“That doesn’t surprise me,” Leah laughs, shaking her head in amusement before making her way to greet her friend and follow England team mate, Esme Morgan.

You want to continue to kick the ball around, but your attention has been diverted to the white and red Gunner branded cowboy hat that Leah’s been handed, and so has Monkey’s as well.

“Howdyyyyy!” You hear Leah shout loudly from the other side of the pitch.

“Ooo, I want it!” Monkey bolts in the direction to where Leah is standing alongside Lia and Amanda on the other side of the barrier to block off the pitch.

“Wait for me, Monkey. I got little legs!” You whine and run after her, not wanting to be left out.

“Mine, I call dibs!” Monkey shouts aloud, trying and failing to reach for the hat on top of Leah’s head due to her short height, “No fair, gimme. I want it!”

“But it’s mine,” Leah retorts with a laugh, amused to watch Monkey try and get it from her, “Get your own hat, Menace.”

“No fair, I want it though– It would look better on me!” Monkey grumbles, doing her best to still and grab a hold of the hat, jumping and stretching her arms up.

“Fine,” Leah rolls her eyes with your favourite persons persistence and takes it off her own hat to plonk on her own, “There you go, Cowgirl.” She teases, patting her on the head.

“Thanks, Malfoy. You’re the best!” Monkey grins, happy with the hat for a few seconds before she shocks everyone around her and takes it off to gently place it on top of your own head, “Howdy, Cowgirl.”

“Cowboy hat!” You squeal in excitement.

“That was kind of you. I didn’t think you’d be willing to give it up so quickly,” Leah tells the younger girl, momentarily taken aback by Monkey’s sweet gesture to give it to you instead,

“It’ll help protect her from the sun,” Monkey tells her, trying to not make a big deal out of it, “Oh I’ll be back, I hear someone calling my name.” With that, she dips in the direction of a group of fans calling over to her, asking her to sign their shirts.

“Superstar on the pitch and fan favourite,” Lia jokes from where she stands beside Leah, speaking to other fans as well, watching out of the corner of her eye as one of the fans gave Monkey a white plush jellycat bunny.

“More like Menace,” Leah replies in amusement, taking the time to chat to Amanda in the stands as she lifts you into her arms so you can see her as well.

“Are you feeling better now, sweetheart?” Amanda questions in concern, not liking to see you so unsettled in any situation.

“Better now,” You nod in agreement, snuggling up closer to Leah while keeping the red and white cowboy hat on your head.

“It’s just a very hot day isn’t it,” Leah coos, doing her best to protect you from the harsh sun, “We’re going to get ice cream after this to help with the heat, aren’t we?”

“Ice cream!” You reply enthusiastically.

“Whoa, ice cream? That sounds great,” Amanda exclaims with a hint of playfulness in your voice, “You had better make sure that Monkey doesn’t eat it all.” She jokes.

“I heard my name,” Monkey pops up with the newfound white rabbit clutched in her hand, “Here you go, Buddy. This is yours,” She hands the rabbit to you.

“Thank ‘ou!” You take a hold of the fluffy rabbit and snuggle up closely to it.

“Hang on a second,” Leah says, shifting you to one arm while she uses her other hand to rest on the back of Monkey’s forehead, playfully pretending to check her temperature.

“What’re you doin’?” Monkey asks, confused, trying to bat Leah’s hand away from her face.

“Checking if you’re not coming down with something,” Leah responds, laughing slightly as she pulls her hand away, “Since when do you willingly give Jellycats away?”

“I’m just being nice!” Monkey insists, shrugging her shoulders, “It’s not a big deal, Buddy’s not having a great day and I thought it would cheer her up.”

“That’s really sweet of you to do something like that, Monkey,” Amanda states, kindly.

“It was,” Lia chimes in agreement.

Although Leah isn’t all that convinced, “What’re you after? If this is your way of trying to get out of being grounded after that stunt you pulled at home, think again,” She states, reminding the girl of what happened prior to your trip to America.

“It’s not I swear, I just… I thought it would cheer her up,” Monkey admits, looking sheepishly as she doesn’t know if anyone else is aware of what happened with the TV back home but she’s not about to tell anyone about it, regardless.

Leah eyes her for a moment longer before her expression softens, “Alright, I believe you. Now, how about we go and get that ice cream, huh?” She wonders.

Your own eyes light up at the mention of ice cream and you nod enthusiastically, “Ice cream!” You exclaim, clutching a hold of your new bunny, “Auntie Beth and Roo coming as well?”

“Course we are,” Beth pipes up from where she walks over to you all from the other side of the pitch with Rory in tow, “We wouldn’t miss out on the chance to get ice cream now, would we?”

“Ice cream!” Rory repeats enthusiastically, bouncing up and down on her feet, eager for the sweet treat.

Leah laughs at the enthusiasm, “Alright, ice cream it is. Before we go, we need to get changed out of our kits first,” She gestures between herself, Beth and Monkey, “We don’t want to be sitting in these sweaty clothes while we eat.”

Monkey groans playfully, clearly impatient, “Can’t we just go as we are? I want ice cream now!” She whines, dragging out the last word in complaint.

Leah chuckles at the younger girl’s impatience, shaking her head, “Come on Menace, it won’t take that long,” She reassures her, taking her by the arm and leading her back toward the changing rooms, with Beth and Rory following close behind.

You stay outside with Lia and Amanda, who keeps you entertained while you wait and it doesn’t take long before Leah, Beth, Monkey and Rory reemerge, now dressed in cooler, more comfortable outfits.

“Now we get ice cream?” You ask eagerly, practically bouncing on your toes.

“Yes, bubba, now we’ll go and get ice cream,” Leah confirms with a smile, ruffling your hair gently.

With everyone ready, the group heads off to find the nearest ice cream stand. You race ahead with Rory and Monkey, all of your excitement infectious as the adults follow behind, chatting amongst themselves.

“Ooo, I want mint chocolate chip!” Monkey calls out eagerly, practically bouncing with anticipation.

“Strawberry,” Rory chimes in, her eyes already scanning the ice cream options as you approach the stand.

Leah smiles down at you as you look at the bright menu in front of you, “How about you, bubba?” She asks, her voice gentle as she watches you contemplate the choices.

You glance at the colourful display of flavours, each one more tempting than the last, “Ummm… chocolate,” You start, then spot the bubblegum and your eyes light up, “Nuh uh, wait– I wan’ bubblegum, Mummy!”

The blonde laughs at your excitement, “Bubblegum it is then, bubba,” She says, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before checking what everyone else wanted in the small group and placing the order.

“Mm, this ice cream is great,” Lia says, savouring the treat.

Amanda nods in agreement with the Swiss woman, “Are you enjoying that, sweetheart?” She chuckles as she watches you dive into your ice cream with enthusiasm and end up getting it all around your face.

“Messy bubba,” Leah teases, wiping away some of the ice cream with a napkin as her tone is filled with affection.

“This has gotta be the best ice cream I’ve ever tasted!” Monkey exclaims, eyes wide with satisfaction.

Beth laughs and nudges her slightly, “I swear you say that every time you have ice cream,” She teases as she peers down at Rory, “How is it, Roo?”

“So good, Mummy!” Rory replies with a big smile, “I like it!”

“That’s cos’ it’s the best ice cream I’ve ever tasted!” Monkey states as a matter of fact, “Can’t prove me wrong on that one!”

“Alright, menace. It is good ice cream,” Leah rolls her eyes and laughs in agreement with your favourite person, taking another bite of her own treat as she enjoys the moment with everyone around her.

It was only the beginning of preseason in America, but she is determined to make it fun for you.

© scribblesofagoonerr

[babysisterallgrowdup]

My boss turned the corner and stepped in front of me as I was taking some clothes to the back room.

“Hi Faith,” my boss said. Her name was Maria, but I called her Ms. Kennedy. “I understand you had to ride the bus today. I’d like to give you a ride home.”

“Oh, that’s ok Ms. Kennedy,” I said. “It’s not bad.”

“I insist Faith,” Ms Kennedy said. “I’ll pick you up at the exit when you get off.”

“Okay, did I do something wrong?”

“Not at all,” Ms Kennedy said. “I’ll see you when you get off.”

“Do you know when that is?” I asked.

“Of course.” Ms. Kennedy walked off, her heels clicking on the tile.

I was worried. It made me uncomfortable to be singled out like that by the boss. I hadn’t done anything wrong. Did she know I had a crush on her? I don’t see how, I’d not told her or anyone else for that matter. How bad could a ride be though?

When I walked out of the exit doors part of me was hoping she wouldn’t be there and I could just hop in the bus and go home.

It there she was, in her Audi, with the top down. She waved at me as she pulled to the curb from her parking spot. She had her cellphone pinched between her shoulder and ear.

“Hey babe,” Ms Kennedy said to whomever she was talking to. “I’m going to be a tad bit late tonight.”

I sat and buckled up as she continued her conversation.

“Yeah, I’m giving that sales associate I was talking about last night a ride home. Won’t be long.”

When she’d ended her conversation and put the phone away, I said, “Thanks for the ride Ms. Kennedy, but I can take the bus if it’s inconvenient. I promise, it’s no trouble.”

“I won’t hear of it, Faith.”

She sped out of the parking lot and started heading toward my house without my having to giver her an address.

Ms. Kennedy leaned back in her seat and drove with her left hand. Her right arm was in the dearest between us. I was surprised when her arm was rubbing against mine. I swore it was deliberate.

She passed the street my father turned on to get to our house and I was about to speak up when she did.

“Don’t be alarmed,” Ms. Kennedy said. “I would like to make a quick stop before I drop you off. Is that okay?”

“Sure,” I said. “Takes forty minutes if I’m on the bus. I got all sorts of time.”

“Good,” she said.

Five minutes later she pulled into a big park. I loved that park with its tall trees and swaths of verdant fields.

She drove to the rear of the park through a winding drive to stop in a circular turn around.

She turned to face me, her leg canted on the seat.

“I would like to talk with you for a minute if you don’t mind.”

I swallowed. I must’ve done something, I thought. She must’ve recognized my wariness.

“No, no, Faith.” She reached out and rubbed my forearm. “Everything is fine. I just wanted to talk with you privately and there is no privacy at the store.”

I gulped. Did someone catch me, knew what I’d been doing in the changing room? Oh shit, I thought, this could be bad.

Ms. Kennedy swallowed. At least I think she did because I saw her beautifully smooth throat work as if she had.

“Faith, it has come to my attention that you might—“ she stopped like she was uncomfortable.

I felt my face growing hot. I must’ve been blushing. By the heat level I might’ve been glowing. Fuck! She knew. I felt tears sting my eyes. I was gonna get fired. I needed the job. It got me out of the house.

I looked at her and felt my chin quiver. Stop! I told myself. Keep it together.

Her eyes were soooo deep brown, gorgeous.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Kennedy,” I said. “It’ll never happen again. It was only the one time. I promise”

Her head cocked to one side, like my dog Scooter does when he doesn’t understand what I’m saying to him.

“Please,” I said. “I love this job. I don’t want to lose it.”

Her warm hand tightened around my forearm.

“Faith. What’re you talking about child.”

I’m no child my mind momentarily raged. I’m old enough to work.

I sniffed. Drew my free hand across my eyes as the hot tears spilled down my cheeks.

“Faith?”

I shook my head. How could I tell this beautiful woman, who was married, I guess, probably had a beautiful family. A perfect life.

How could I tell her, a girl from my side of town, had a crush on her. Fantasized about going down on her. Had even masturbated in the changing room thinking of licking her ass that I’d watched walk done the hallway at work.

“Faith,” Ms. Kennedy said. “I want you to tell me what’s got you so upset.”

“It won’t happen again. I promise.”

“What won’t happen again?” Ms. Kennedy asked. “What’re you talking about?”

“That time in the changing room,” I said with a crack in my voice. “Never again.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about child,” Ms. Kennedy said. “Tell me, please.”

“Don’t make me,” I said. “Please.”

Ms. Kennedys brows knit, her eyebrows bunched almost together. I couldn’t tell if it was anger or maybe concern behind her sparkling eyes.

“It’s so embarrassing,” I said.

“Your secret is safe with me, Faith,” Ms Kennedy said. “Trust me.”

I didn’t speak and just concentrated on breathing. Keeping my breathing steady and normal. My face burned like I’d laid in the desert for a week, however that would feel.

“Please.” She said.

“I . . .”

When I didn’t continue, Ms Kennedy shook my forearm gently. “Go on.”

“I masturbated in the changing room,” I said.

Her eyes popped open and she smiled.

“I didn’t know security could be watching.”

Ms. Kennedy threw back her head and laughed.

I sat there stunned. Not the reaction I expected.

Her amusement settled after a long moment.

“Well,” Ms. Kennedy said. “Maybe I’m the one who should be embarrassed.”

I didn’t say anything but I couldn’t take my gaze from her stunning eyes.

“My turn to confess.”

She squirmed in her seat.

“Someone,” she said. “No need to say who. Told me they thought you had a crush on me. They’d noticed you watching me closely, with what she said was a glint in your eye.

“Now look at what I’ve done,” Ms Kennedy said. “I’ve given you a clue who spoke to me. It was a girl. A girl would recognize that hungry look in another girl’s eye.”

I didn’t say anything, nor did I shake my head. It I didn’t wonder if she’d put two and two together and realize who I was fantasizing about.

“Anyway,” she continued. “I started watching you and I did notice that your eyes followed me whenever we were close. And I thought I recognized the look in her gaze.”

She stopped and stared at me. She blushed. “Were you think of me when you were masturbating?”

I broke my eyes from her gaze with some difficulty and stared at my lap. I felt the heat growing in my loins.

I nodded.

She laughed again. Her voice soft, almost musical. She stared at me for a few moments before swallowing again.

“I’m going to take a chance,” she said. “I was planning to anyway. I’ve got a crush on you too, Faith.”

My face shot up and our eyes met.

“That’s right child,” she said. “Obviously I’m risking my career, even my freedom perhaps telling you that. Is that ok?”

I nodded again.

“So.” She leaned in and I saw her blush deepen. “Are you a clot or penetration masturbator?”

My turn to swallow. “Both.”

Her mouth was getting closer to my ear. She whispered. “Which do you prefer?”

“Clit.”

Her hand slid under my skirt and started to stroke the front of my panties. Were she to go lower she would’ve felt that hot moistness that was the fabric guarding my pussy.

Her finger snagged the edge of my cotton panties and pulled them aside enough for her to run her finger tip across the smooth, hairless mound. She slid the finger lower, running along my labia.

Electricity shot through my nervous system and I almost came on the spot. Her lips pressed again my neck.

“Is this what you did in the changing room?”

I couldn’t respond, only breathe and tilt my head back, concentrating on the rules of softball, trying to prolong the deliciousness of her touch before I came all over her hand.

“Mmmmmmm mmm,” Ms. Kennedy purred in my ear. “Cum for me child. I’m your boss and I’m giving you permission to cum.”

I fidgeted and croaked in a hoarse voice. “Ms Kennedy, I don’t want to make a mess on her car seat.”

“Baby,” she purred. “That’s why I got leather seats. Cum. Squirt. Whatever.”

Her finger slid easily into my cunt. I felt the walls of my pussy clamp, even as she removed her finger and began to run my exposed clit.

My hips bucked and I felt the pressure release. My chest compressed and I felt my core clamp and then I heard Ms Kennedy chuckle as I released a stream of fluid that splashed against her seat and sprayed me and her and the inside of the windshield.

As my convulsions subsided, she shifted into gear.

“I can’t take you home covered in cum,” she said. “Your mom and dad will get suspicious. “We’ll go to my house and clean you up first.”

“But your husband,” I gasped.

She laughed that brilliant, light musical laugh of hers.

“That’s my wife sweetie,” she said. “And we have plans for you. We talked about it all night as we fucked one another with our straps. You’re gonna be one happy teenager before we’re through with you.”

As she navigated the park, I slid my fingers into my pussy and stabbed myself until I came again, but this time without the flood.

“Oh yeah,” Ms Kennedy purred. “We’re gonna love you child. Leave some for Jan. She’s gonna want to lap it from the tap.”

I came again as she laughed and steered away from the pedestrians so they wouldn’t see my wanton self, legs spread across the dash, my fingers pounding my smooth pussy, my head thrown back in rapture.

[eirianerisdar]

I’m seeing mixed reactions online about Carlos to Williams and while I completely understand why a Ferrari to Williams move will hurt a little no matter what, there are many reasons that Carlos’ choice is the better one of his limited options.

1. Alpine has proven time and again they’re a logistic and corporate mess. Nevermind the car isn’t at the back of the field anymore - the team’s been hemorrhaging upper management for the last few years and a lot of people who have left them previously (Daniel, Este for example) have said the red tape is horrendous.

2. Williams is a historic and developing team. Yes. They currently still are at the lower midfield. But they’re slowly developing their factory and logistics to get back to improving the car. Carlos is far more likely to get a hand in upgrading and developing the car towards what he likes in Williams than he is elsewhere.

3. Audi seemed a lucrative option but given they’ve just fired their two most senior people and hired Mattia we see why Carlos wouldn’t touch that team with a ten-foot pole.

4. This is the only way we actually get to SEE Carlos aside from race content. Williams had the only decent social media department out of all the other options. We’ll get him and Alex rambling on team torque every week. If he went to Alpine or, worse, Audi, he’d disappear off the face of the earth.

All in all the best option for him, and the best for us because we’ll see him.

[thef155]

Note: this was posted prior to the LH->Ferrari news

I really, really hope the rumors that Carlos might have only a short-term contract extension (i.e. until the end of 2025) are true. That may be a blow to his pride, and I feel for him deeply, but breaking away from Ferrari by 2026 would be the absolute best thing for him.

If you don’t know, Carlos and Charles are both currently contracted to Ferrari until the end of 2024, and both are now currently in talks for extensions. According to La Gazetta (grain of salt required), Charles is taking a five year extension to 2029 (whyyyy Charles? why do that to yourself?). Meanwhile, Carlos has asked for a 2-year extension, but Ferrari reportedly only want to offer him 1 year for now. Carlos potentially becoming a free agent for 2026 is very significant because that's the start of the next regulations era in F1; a new formula and new rules come into play, ushering in new engines and new cars and opening up the field for new contenders. It’s also when Audi will be stepping onto the grid as they take over at Sauber (currently Alfa Romeo). Importantly, Audi have been long-rumored to be interested in Carlos as the driver they want to sign and build their new team around.

I'm not going to delve into how much Ferrari has treated Carlos like shit, because we all know that story, and none of us are actually surprised to see the team undervalue the man who keeps them afloat when all else fails and gives them their only win in a season. I don't think Ferrari ever expected Carlos to be so competitive and push il Predestinado the way he has, and now it's bit awkward for them. But the fact is that Ferrari have now gone all in on Charles with this 5-year deal, and now they have no choice but to make every other decision around that. It makes sense that they would offer just a 1-year extension if Carlos is asking for 2 years because they know a 2-year contract would be no more meaningful than a 1-year if other teams are seriously interested in Carlos. If Audi (or McLaren, if Lando leaves) really want to get Carlos for 2026, they will have no qualms about swooping in during the 2025 silly season to buy Ferrari out of Carlos’s last contract year. They know what they have with Carlos even if they aren't going to publicly recognize it, so it's in Ferrari’s best interest to keep their options open for shopping if they don’t want to risk being caught out dry in 2026.

But let’s forget all that and talk about the most interesting part of all this to me: that Carlos asked for something as short as a 2-year extension. He knows Charles is getting 5 years, so why?

This tells me that Carlos has finally begun to lose faith that Ferrari is the best place for him. That’s a pretty damn big deal, because—although this gets overshadowed by Charles’s love story with the Scuderia—Carlos’s passion for Ferrari and the Tifosi is no small thing. I think he smiled bigger on the third step of the podium at Monza than he did at Silverstone for his maiden win. Winning a WDC with Ferrari is (or was) his life’s dream.

But maybe 2023–his best year ever—is what Carlos needed to stop ignoring the writings on the wall. Maybe he’s starting to admit to himself that he’s never going to get the support (or competence) he needs from Ferrari to achieve his dreams. Maybe he's understanding that he's found success not because of Ferrari, but in spite of them.

Carlos is too good to be a No. 2 driver. We know it, Ferrari definitely knows it (and that’s their problem), and—most importantly—Carlos knows it. Ferrari can go ahead and search for someone this talented who's also willing to roll over and be their next Rubens Barrichello. Because it sure as hell won’t be Carlos Sainz, Jr.

[abbysbasement]

ABBY ‘WAR MACHINE’ ANDERSON

—short thoughts

• A honey girl, always keeps a summer tan, usually from working out on the quad all day. Practically glowing all of the time and the girls are insane about it.

• Sorry, the braid is dead. Only ever really wears it on the rugby field, and when she’s walking around campus, her hair is usually down, or up in a bun and held back with a sweatband. Whatever mental image you’re conjuring in your mind, it’s correct. Even that one.

• Her father is the country’s premier neurosurgeon, and he’s donated a lot of money to Jackson University. A library there, a faculty building there, even refurbishing the rugby field for the season. He practically gives a blank check each year, and because of this, consequences don’t really exist for Abs and she gets away with any and everything. The reason why she has an air fryer in her dorm and the RAs pretend like they don’t see it.

• Proud community strap. Was notorious freshman year for having a rotating cycle of girlfriends and side pieces. ‘Those are not healthy coping mechanisms, Abby.’ Her therapist says, but is there really any better way to ease your mind that slipping deep into a warm body, tight and soft and wet? No, probably not.

• Has the prettiest smile, smiles with her eyes, always so charming with plump, kissable lips. Has perfect teeth, never missed a dentist appointment and gets check ups religiously. Had braces in the 10th grade and when she had her first kiss with a girl she cut her lip and it bled all down her mouth. She probably fainted idk.

• Girl himbo (I know what I said.) butch himbo? Butchbo? Actually super smart and well read, majoring in animal science to become a vet tech. Spends a lot of her time in the school library, when she’s not on the field, or at a party, or in a stranger’s bed. Or in her own bed, nursing a hangover, whatever’s more common.

• Still roommates with Manny since freshman year. Originally she got set up with Leah, who then of course wanted to room with her boyfriend, who was conveniently dorming with Manny. A little form-filling here, some schmoozing there, a little ‘my dad owns this school’ over yonder and it was a match made in heaven. Nobody has a deeper, more intimate connection than a butch lesbian and her boy best friend.

• Terribly afraid of needles. She can’t pinpoint specifically what she has against them but they inspire the same nausea in her that heights do, so when she can she steers clear of them. In a turn of drunken, reckless events, Manny convinced her to get her ears pierced, because pretty girls love stud earrings, obviously. By the time the piercer did one ear, Manny had to carry her out of the parlor because she had COMPLETELY passed out.

• Between classes and practice, she forgot to clean her piercing and her ear got infected. She had two large-scale mental breakdowns; the first when she woke up leaking and burning from her ear, which had already sucked the metal halfway into the flesh, and the second, when her dumbass roommate said, “it’s okay, man. I have pliers, I can pull it out for you and then you’re good as new.” She almost threw up.

• The great piercing debacle of ‘21 ended in her calling up her dad, bawling, because she didn’t know what to do, Manny sitting on the couch listening to her freak the fuck out in the bathroom. “This is what happens when you put foreign objects into your body, Abs.” He chided, as *another* needle was plunged into her skin —local anesthetic— before he sliced open her earlobe with a scalpel.

• The proud driver of a cherry-red enclosed Jeep Wrangler, fully paid off by her dad as a highschool graduation gift, an upgrade from the white Audi she got as a 16th birthday present. She gets it rewrapped every six months —the ice blue was real popular with the ROTC girls, the olive green got the environmental club girls out of their panties, the red and black is a pretty good catch-all— (school colours, by the way!)

• Gets her car detailed once every two weeks, the back seat has those mud mats laid down. they’re not for mud.

• Retired horse girl, ALMOST got a pony for her fourteenth birthday! Then, shit happened… and she didn’t get the pony for her fourteenth birthday.

• Loves revenge and power plays, actually! It’s her specialty at this point😚 Got into some medium-tier beef with some dickhead on campus, and somehow his mouth got ahead of him and ended with her being branded as the town’s bulldyke. Interestingly enough, the day didn’t end in Anderson-typical violence. Instead, as one does, she trailed him home one day, borrowing Nora’s black sedan for recon. Just for field research, obviously!

• In the interest of honesty, Abs was definitely planning on stealing the wheels off of his car, or putting bleach in his gas tank, —sugar is a myth, just so you know— until she saw the most beautiful creature strolling out of the house and into a white SUV. Then, her plan changed for absolute scorched-earth total destruction, to an excruciating slow-burn.

• The next week, while shopping at the grocery store which she totally didn’t drive 30 minutes out of her way to go to, she had her first meet cute, coincidentally, with a gorgeous 40-something that just so happened to be some asshole’s mom.

• Before she knew it, she was fucking her on every surface in her house, —artfully furnished, great feng-shui— the kitchen, the bathroom, her marital bed, the couch, essentially the full tour, until they got to her son’s bedroom. Kept a mental note, and when she excused herself to the bathroom she probably erased all of the little shit’s PlayStation saves, too.

• When you start fucking a guy’s mom, it changes you. Your wardrobe especially. Including an arsenal of completely coincidental, just for fun slogan tees, with hits like “I ❤️ HOT MOMS!” “PROMOTED TO DADDY” and a personal favourite, “MAN, I LOVE FISHING!”

* And of course, she comes back to campus fresh off of a 3 hour stint of eating out a woman twice her age, to greet her new best friend with a smile and a, “Hey, your mom makes a good apple fritter! Dessert was fuckin’ greaaat, too! Practically finger lickin’ :)”

* CEO of revenge, comedically evil.

[mylordshesacactus]

I got to do some like, legit atmospheric horror work a month or so back.

The party, after ditching the giant dragon turtle, was making their way through the forest in search of a small village they’d seen from its back--the only sign of civilization. Their unicorn friend Albion had dropped them in a region of the faewild he said contained a trusted ally--but no one had come to find them, and they need to get moving, so the village is as good a place to start as any.

Along the way they ran into a pair of charming rabbitfolk brothers named Brush and Briar, struggling on the side of the road to right a partially-smashed cart. After cautious, exact-words exchanges in which Max the bard did some serious work to make the party appear nonthreatening and avoid accidentally imposing a debt, the brothers explained that they were from the nearby village of Little Ivywood, and they’d been attacked by bandits on the road and nearly lost all their worldly possessions because the bandits accused them of “betraying their queen”. They explain that Little Ivywood surely has some pro-mortal sentiments, but that certainly neither of them have betrayed any queens!

The party, who were headed that way anyway, of course take the brothers under their wing and help them get their cart back to the village. Along the way they chat about the faewild, about the bandit problem (bandits are described as “bestial” and there are claw marks on the cart), about how about 20% of their carrots “bite back” and it’s very offputting, dontchaknow, but such eternal suffering does seem to be somethin’ of our people’s lot in life.

So they pass several pleasant hours before coming up on the village of Little Ivywood.

The............very....very. Quiet. Village of Little Ivywood.

Max and Andromeda are the first to see the bodies in the fields.

The party puts Brush and Briar behind them and--in a moment that made me the DM ache over how recently they were a ragtag bunch of misfits half of whom had never taken a life before--do a VERY professional check-and-clear sweep of the village. It’s...bad. If there are survivors, they’re nowhere near.

The wounds are grisly, and the attack was...thorough. Nimbus the ranger finds the marks of boots and cloven hooves in the dirt, but is having trouble checking trailsign--he grew up in a village just like this. While checking houses, Audie the wizard finds a cellar door thrown open with the bloody body of one rabbit dead on the floor outside it, and a rug thrown aside under the trapdoor--someone who gave his life to hide his family, only to have them die anyway.

Andromeda, the aarakocra paladin, stays in the air on overwatch. While checking the perimeter, she sees a glimmer in the treeline and drops down to check--expecting to find enemy scouts coming back for stragglers, or perhaps an injured survivor taking shelter in the hedgerow, and finds--

Snares.

Iron running snares, set in between rows of crops, paths in the hedgerows, along gaps in the underbrush. A cruel, condescending kind of joke--the kind of perimeter you set up when you intend for no one, not a single living rabbitfolk, to escape the slaughter. 

With no small amount of guilt, the party takes what they can from the homes--they haven’t been looted, this wasn’t a bandit raid. And then--something moves.

The trio of liondrakes emerges all spite and fury; held at bay by the heavily-armed party but hissing insults, calling Brush and Briar traitors, demanding to know why the party would defend them, swearing to kill them all in the name of their queen or die trying. And something--doesn’t add up. The liondrakes scoff at the idea of serving the Courts--it was the Summer Court, they say, who killed these people, and their own queen, the Queen of the Wilds, who tried to save them. They say, again, that the party is harboring traitors, and...

and it’s Nim who makes the 20+ insight check.

Brush and Briar lived in Little Ivywood. They were farmers, not merchants. So, on the night their families and neighbors were slaughtered by the Summer Court...

What were they doing in the middle of the woods with all of their worldly possessions?

[mecachrome]

https://x.com/ThisIsFormu1a1/status/1812000331460747414

And this is coming from someone who babysits Lando every time, even if Lando makes a mistake XDDDDDDDDDD I think it would be better for Oscar if he found another team

hey anon!

i like jenson and consider him a good pundit but sometimes he just has bad takes and doesn't know things and that's not a reflection of his relationship to lando, lol, simply him being a know-it-all who is wrong from time to time. also understand that there's a difference between explanation and accountability; objectively oscar "should" have left space to make the double stack easier, but actual accountability goes to the team for not foreseeing this and better managing the gap (or better yet pitting oscar a lap before, since if they were so indecisive about the changing conditions they could have used the car behind on track to try something relatively riskier, seeing as red bull was willing to take the plunge with max; the problem is that as a team used to being in the upper midfield, mclaren still subscribe too much to a conservative risk management mindset and their reactive blunders are what's killing them. under key this was also their problem with development and upgrade timelines and is the first thing that andrea fixed, but it's clear there are growing pains and areas in need of rehabilitation across different parts of the organization. but that's just a Corporate Reality 🤷‍♀️). of course it's stupid for anyone to insist that this was oscar's fault at all but it is what it is tbh

again i feel like there's no use in entertaining ~mistreatment~ clickbait narratives so apologies for your other ask hlksdfh but re: finding another team... i think if a few mclaren fans followed other teams they'd have a bit of a reality check about what makes a good working environment, haha. mclaren's incompetence is from their growing pains, yes, and it is still pure incompetence, no excuses, but there's a scale of Bullshittery every organization falls onto just as in real normal-people life that i think oscar and his team are capable of evaluating as much as anyone else is. assuming new regs aren't delayed, there's still one more year of convergence left before the field is essentially reset, so oscar and mclaren have another season together of optimizing how a competitive team is meant to operate. also i'm not going to pretend that newey isn't a genius, but really there's no guarantee that he'll impact design from 2026 onward to the same degree he did in the onset of the ground effect era, so on top of the advantage being less pronounced now that teams have accrued so much more experience with it it also won't necessarily matter That Much which team he chooses to go to.

so really at the moment alpine, williams, audi, haas, am, and vcarb (6/10 teams) aren't even worth the consideration; ferrari have 1644 and have put a LOT of effort into bea, i mean the fda is mostly a farce and he was their only serious junior back in 2022... still is now in most categories lol. plus is ferrari even any more convincing of an environment than mclaren? both have shit strategy but one is less beholden to its own myth and hasn't regressed with any of its upgrades for the past 2 seasons. merc is on the up currently but is in a similar position in terms of their kimi buy-in, and then... with red bull there's no guarantee they'll even be dominant with the new regs, and either way is that really a place where you think oscar would thrive more than he currently is? it's nice to say that drivers should be willing to take risks and go somewhere more competitive, but this can also easily backfire on them and you have to objectively consider the options and whether there's even anywhere to GO that will offer them that. looking at carlos's current silly-season woes it's clear that it's a tough environment to find an optimal seat + contract in atm.

sorry for this long explanation but anon i truly think oscar will be just fine... he's p5 in the championship in only his 2nd year and is the sole driver to have completed every lap and still has a perfect q3 appearance rate and scored points in every race weekend so far. yes there have been frustrating losses despite the consistency but in the same vein that tyre management is something that can't be fully simulated and instead requires real experience to properly hone, top teams need to be put in these situations to fafo/learn from. it'll be okay!

[slimthicksonnett]

All Coming Back (Emily Sonnett) PART 1

I woke up a chose violence so enjoy a teasing part one of what is shaping up to be a very long fic that is going to take a hot second.

Word Count: 1,456

Warnings: Cliffhanger, mentions of past Soran

Part One, Part Two

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Emily Sonnett was going to kill these kids one day. Okay, that might be a little bit dramatic, but she did silently vow to never volunteer to pick these two up for practice ever again. She had initially thought it would be fun but that was before the lost boot incident.

“Trinity, you literally have another pair at the facility. Get in the car.” Emily groaned, her foot tapping in irritation.

There was no way in hell they weren’t going to be late. While the apartments were close to Audi, they weren’t close to the girls training facilities and the drive wasn’t an easy one.

“But those ones don’t match Ash’s!” Trinity whined, crouching down to check under her couch.

“You can go one day without matching with your little girlfriend.” Barely managing to dodge the couch cushion that the rookie threw at her, Emily fought and failed at holding in her laughter.

“She’s not my little girlfriend!” The younger player was standing now, arms crossed and an incredibly embarrassed look on her face.

“Could’ve fooled me.” Emily smirked, leaning back against the apartment wall. Feigning disinterest in the conversation, she opened her phone and was about to open the national team group chat that was suddenly going insane for some reason.

“Bold words from someone who literally got matching tattoos with her little girlfriend!” Trinity snapped back, causing Emily to flush with embarrassment. Internally she was cursing the woman that is Kelley O’Hara for ever telling these kids about her own rookie years in Portland and the chaos that it resulted in.

“Lindsey was never my little girlfriend, Trin!” Throwing the couch cushion back at Trinity, who annoyingly dodged it with ease, Emily fixed the girl with a glare hard enough that almost anyone would back down. Unlucky for her, Trinity Rodman wasn’t almost anyone.

“Could’ve fooled me.” She teased, turning Emily’s own words back on her.

“That’s it!” Emily fussed, stalking across the room and grabbing the girl in a headlock. It wasn’t unusual behavior for the two of them to wrestle like this and Trinity was immediately game, trying to lean over and get the smaller blonde's feet off the ground.

“Guys, I’ve got them! Trin, you left them under my bed again. Seriously, you’ve got to stop doing that. At Least put them with mine like last time so I know to grab them again!” Ashley Sanchez was standing in the open doorway, holding up Trinity’s neon boots and sporting a giant smile.

Both Emily and Trinity paused their fighting to look at the girl. Emily, who was now hanging onto Trinity’s back, looked down at her teammate with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. Trinity at least had the decency to look embarrassed by Sanchez’s discovery of her cleats, a heat burning in her cheeks. Ashley, now past her need to announce her find, finally took in the position that her teammates were in.

“Am I… interrupting something?”

—

The shenanigans at the apartment complex proved to absolutely set the girls behind schedule as they managed to just barely get to the training grounds in time to meet their teammates who were standing around talking, ready to start practice.

“Listen, it’s all Sonnett’s fault! She drives like someone’s grandma!” Trinity exclaimed the second the trio made their way to the field.

“My fault?! If you hadn’t lost your boots in As- OOF!” Emily attempted to counter Trinity's accusation but she was quickly cut off by the taller player tackling her from behind.

“I got them here alive!” Ashley added, skipping over to set down her stuff and tie her boots on.

Still play fighting with Trinity, it took Emily a moment to recognize that all of her national team teammates were huddled together and staring at her.

“Hello? Why are you all looking at me like I’ve suddenly sprouted a second head? I assure you, there’s just the one of me and you’re all welcome for that!” Emily joked, smiling playfully at her teammates like usual. When her jest didn’t even get a laugh from Kelley, she knew something had to be up. She took a moment, looking from face to face as they all stared at her in some mix of what looked like sympathy and also shock?

“What? Seriously, Trinity couldn’t find her stupid boots…” She muttered, shifting uncomfortably under so many stares.

“You seriously don’t know?” It was Ashley Hatch who spoke first but didn’t do anything to clear Emily’s confusion.

“Don’t know what?” She asked, brows furrowing together. Emily had no idea what was going on with her teammates but if someone didn’t explain soon she was convinced she’d have a permanent worry wrinkle formed on her face.

“Em, when’s the last time you checked your phone?” Kelley asked softly, stepping forward to place a hand on the blonde's shoulder comfortingly.

“Uh, I don’t know? Probably this morning when I got my coffee. Why?” It seemed like a stupid question for Kelley to ask. The older defender knew that ever since Sweden, she’d been limiting her screen time.

“The Colombia camp roster dropped.” Hatch supplied, as if this cleared anything up.

“Cool? Vlatko called me last week, I know I’m on it. So what’s the big deal?” Emily still wasn’t understanding what was going on. When everyone had gotten the call last week, the seven Spirits who had been called up had celebrated together. Therefore, she knew everyone already knew she’d been called up and she knew they had to.

“Oh my God.” Trinity whispered behind Emily, the latter turning to look in confusion at her teammate who was staring at her phone.

“What?” Emily whined, resisting poking her head in to see Trinity’s phone screen.

“It’s Y/LN.”

And Emily could almost feel all the blood drain from her face.

She turned to look at her captain, jaw set and eyes narrowed.

“It’s what?” Emily gritted out, trying to see if she’d just heard correctly.

“Mal isn’t coming to camp. Vlatko called Y/N Y/LN and she answered.” Andi answered sympathetically.

While Trinity and Ashley looked at each other in excitement, every remaining ounce of color drained from Emily’s face. The younger players didn’t know anything about Y/N Y/LN. Not anything personal, anyways. They only knew her for the legendary footballer she’d become. But Andi Sullivan knew her very well. Worse than that? Andi knew of Y/N’s history with Emily Sonnett.

“Emily?” Kelley whispered, squeezing her shoulder gently to shake her out of the trance she was in. Of course, Kelley knew about Y/N too so it was no surprise she was currently treating Emily like the most fragile thing to ever exist.

“Okay.” Emily finally said, earning several more shocked looks.

“Okay?” Andi questioned, and Emily just nodded her head.

“Okay. It’s time to start training, move your asses!” As if she’d hit some hard reboot button, Emily was immediately back to her normal self. A smile on her face and a pep in her step as she raced onto the pitch.

Kelley and Andi exchanged concerned looks as the blonde raced past them. It was an act that her close friends knew well, the forced smile and change of subject. If they gathered one thing from that reaction? It was that Emily Sonnett was absolutely not okay.

—

Y/N Y/LN was on track to be the top pick in the 2016 College Draft. Fresh out of Stanford with a record that surpassed even Christen Press’s, the young forward was shaping up to be the pride of the NWSL. But then Barcelona called and you didn’t even hesitate to leave it all behind.

All of it. Everything.

Everyone.

You didn’t give anyone a reason. Nothing substantial, atleast. Just “when the best football club in the world comes knocking, you don’t say no!” and then you left.

US soccer fans were ecstatic. It was the first time they had ever seen something like that, a young US player being called to Barca of all places. Everyone was excited for you to go overseas, hone your skills, and earn a spot on the senior USWNT where you could showcase what you’d learned in front of the entire nation!

But you never came back. Not for Friendlies. Not for the Olympics. Not even for the World Cup.

And it wasn’t for lack of trying on US Soccer’s part. Jill Ellis in particular was belligerent. Before every camp your phone would ring. And every camp, it went to voicemail.

You gave some credit to Vlatko though. The first time you ever sent him to voicemail? He never called back.

Until for some reason, early in 2022, he called again. But this time you answered.

[emotionalmessss]

Punishments

A/N: lloyd hansen one-shot because I am obsessed with his character. sorry for any mistakes in advance. I tried to capture his character to the best of my abilities.

Synopsis: lloyd kidnaps six's girlfriend to get back at him.

Warnings: violence, torture, rape/non-con, humiliation, kidnapping, hostage situation, manipulation. This is dark. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Word count: 6.2K

My eyes slowly scan over the parking lot of the restaurant that I work at. The street lights had flicked on and barely illuminated the street beside me. I had worked over eight hours, greeting and waiting on people who would drink until they could barely stand and talk about their next business venture. High end restaurants often brought in many douche-bags, but it also provided me with good money. I would be lying if I said it did not pay off waiting on the old men who would eye up my body and slide me an extra hundred for my ‘services’. I learned to smile and laugh when this would happen, whilst holding in my puke.

Six had told me that I should just quit, and that I would be well provided for. Which was not something that I wanted to do. He was always working, and never really home. I loved him, but I always felt forgotten about. I barely knew anything about what he did, but it raised a few questions when I started to see the scars on his body.

“It’s for your own safety.” He would always say.

Sometimes I felt like it would be safer if I did know what his job was. I knew he worked for the government, and that he needed to be away for awhile. It had been a week since I last saw him, which was unusual.

I had to be shunned from everything in his work field. I was again told that it was for my own safety and security reasons.

Even with Six’s work putting a strain on our relationship, I always found that I completely forgot about it when I was with him. My past relationships had instilled an ungodly amount of insecurities and trust issues upon me. Since being with Six, I had begun to let go of those feelings and worries.

I let out a heavy sigh as my heels clicked against the pavement, removing myself from my thoughts and focusing on finding my car. It was not hard, since there were very few vehicles in the enormous parking lot. I had finished my last table for the night and was ready to get home and crawl into bed.

The night air left my body feeling hot and sticky, clinging to my skin like latex. I could not wait to get out of this dress and eat my leftover Chinese from the night before.

My fingers looped through the keychain that was attached to my car keys, pulling it out of my purse and swinging it back to my side. I pressed the unlock button a few times, hearing the beeping of my car in the distance.

I approached my black Audi, opening the driver side door and sliding in. I slung my purse over and onto the passenger seat, letting out another sigh. This was the first time I was able to sit down all night, except for the rare moments I caught a small break in the kitchen. I realized just how exhausted my legs were now that I was able to sit down. My feet were cramping up in the heels and my calves felt like they were going to collapse under my weight at any second.

My fingers tried to find the push start, fiddling around aimlessly in the dark. The car slowly rumbled to life and I reached around to grab a hold on the seat belt. It extended with a small whine and then stopped immediately, unable to wrap completely to the buckle.

“The fuck?” I said before I felt the excess belt wrap around my neck and pull tight. My hands immediately shot up to my neck, attempting to get the looped belt off of my neck. I strained as I felt it tighten against the soft skin of my neck, digging in painfully with every move I made.

My heeled foot slid off the brake in my panicked state and I went to scream.

It was short and shrill before I felt a sharp tug of the belt, causing me to cough and sputter as I slammed back against the headrest. A groan tried to escape my throat when I hit the seat, hard. I shut my eyes for a moment, trying to get an understanding of my situation.

“Nice car. What is it? 2020 or 2021?” The voice came from the back seat. “It smells new, I would say 2021?” The voice continued as a cold sense of fear washed over my body as I remained silent.

My hands were still fighting with the seatbelt strap, wanting it off my neck.

“Don’t go doing that now, you’re going to hurt yourself.” His voice taunted as my eyes attempted to strain back to look at him. They were widened in panic and my breathing became erratic at the sound of his voice.

The man’s hand fell to my bare shoulder, keeping it there. I felt myself taking large gulps of air and glancing around wildly. “There’s money in my purse and you can take the car.” I rambled out quickly, my chest rising and falling quickly.

The man let out a deep chuckle and tightened his grip on my shoulder, reminding me that he was very much still here and this was not a dream. The cool side of a blade touched my jaw line, but now enough to break the skin. It was a silent threat, causing me to shudder and try to edge myself away from it.

The seat belt strained and the tip of the knife dug further into my neck.

I heard the man click his tongue and tsk at me, almost like he was disappointed in me.

The sound of him sliding closer on the leather seats filled my ears and my eyes darted up to the rearview mirror, where I was able to see a glimpse of his face. His eyes were bright, as if he was smiling at me, but I could not see the rest of his face. I also caught a glimpse of my own terrified eyes, which were illuminated by the dash of my car.

“I don’t want either of those things.” He purred, much closer to me now. His warm breath hit my ear and I could faintly smell chocolate on his breath.

“Then what the fuck do you want?” I whined, straining my head back to remove some of the pressure on my neck. Which only brought me closer to the man that rested directly behind me.

The man hummed. “I want a lot of things, but we’ll get to that soon.” He continued to taunt me, his lips grazing the side of my ear now. His breath was hot and wet, making goosebumps rise up on my bare arms.

I felt my mind shift over to Six for a moment, wondering where he was and what he would do in this type of situation. I also feared that I would not see him ever again after this moment. I wanted nothing more than to be at home with him, anywhere but here.

My eyes moved away from his, looking everywhere but at him. “Awe, you’re so nervous you won’t even look me in the eye, cupcake.” I clenched my jaw at his words and looked back into the mirror, locking eyes with him.

I opened my mouth to scream and tried lurching forward, my hands were reaching for the shifter as I slammed my foot onto the brake.

“Ah, ah. Where do you think you’re going?” The man said, grabbing onto the seat belt once again and pulling it tight again. He exhausted all of the belt and let it whine back up, keeping it tight without him touching it.

His free hand now covered my mouth and pulled me against the seat again. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a woman so eager to get away from me before.” His voice oozed out from beside me and I glared back at him in anger, unable to get any words out.

“You’re going to be a good girl now, or I’m going to put a bullet between those pretty eyes, okay?” The man sounded annoyed and humored all at the same time.

I did not react to his words until his hand squeezed my cheeks together, painfully. “Okay?” He repeated and I forced myself to nod in agreement. A rush of heat came up to my cheeks and I felt humiliated at his actions.

“Now, I think it’s time for you to take a little nap. You’re a bit cranky.” His voice mocked in a high tone as he released my cheeks.

My eyes widened in realization. I tried again, to launch myself towards my purse for my pepper spray that I kept in the console, in one last attempt to escape this strange man, but was caught by the belt. I felt a wet and smelly rag press into my nose and mouth and my head whipped from side to side, trying to get his hand off me. I involuntarily took a deep breath in when he pressed it into me.

“Tell me, does this smell like chloroform?” The man asked, his voice once again mocking me and my current situation. By the tone of his voice and the way his eyes squinted, I knew that he was smiling from ear to ear.

I tried to hold my breath as long as possible. My lungs felt like they were going to burst and I knew I would never be able to get his hand away from me, even with my hands attempting to pry it away from me. My vision began to grow fuzzy and my eyes rolled back as I let the darkness take over.

******** My eyes lazily adjusted to the light as I began to open them. My vision was blurry and gray in some spots. I blinked a few times, trying to get my vision to straighten out. After a few moments, it did. Although, I could feel a raging headache start to creep up behind my eyes.

I shook my head for a moment, trying to gather up as much information as I could. Work. Parking lot. Stranger. Knife. Kidnap. My mind raced with thoughts as I began to glance around. There was a blinding light above me and a dirty ground beneath me.

I tried to pull myself forward to stand, only to find out that I was tied to a chair by my arms and legs. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. My mouth felt dry and I also realized that there was a gag in my mouth, preventing me from screaming.

“Nice of you to finally wake up. Did you have a good nap? Feel refreshed?” A man stepped out from behind me, placing himself in front of me. He was smiling proudly as he looked down at me.

I narrowed my eyes on him as he cocked his head to the side.

“Are you into bondage or anything? I can’t help but note how good you look like this, cupcake.” There it was again, that sick nickname he came up with for me. It made me nauseous every time he said it.

I watched him nervously as he stepped forward and removed the rag from my mouth, dropping it to the ground. I shifted my tongue around freely and swallowed hard, still tasting the bitter rag on my taste buds. I flicked my gaze away from him and noticed my purse sitting on a shiny metal table a few feet from us. It was tipped over and my phone laid there, all out in the open.

“Are you worried your mommy called or something?” The man asked, seemingly understanding what I was thinking. He stepped back into my view as he walked over towards the table, his body standing tall and proud.

“What do you want from me?” I asked, trying to create some saliva in my very dry mouth. The feeling of the rag being stuffed into it was still present. My body was awkwardly tensed on the small chair that I sat on, feeling way too exposed in my current situation.

His back was turned away from me as he rummaged through my purse, throwing the contents all over the table. My eyes moved up and down his body. He was wearing a black turtleneck shirt that was tight around his muscular body and a pair of gray dress pants, along with some god awful loafers. His hair was slicked back and he had a thick mustache above his lip.

The man turned back towards me, his head cocking to the side. “Six.”

I sucked in deeply and frowned, averting my eyes for a brief moment at the sound of his name. “Why would you need me for him? You seem perfectly capable of finding him yourself.” I muttered back to him, rolling my eyes. I tried my best to maintain my composure around this man, something in the back of my head told me that he fed off fear.

The man raised his eyebrows in surprise, his smile widening as he did so.

“He’s your boyfriend, isn’t that right? Where is he?” His back faced the table, which he was now leaning against casually. I refused to answer him, remaining silent. The man’s eyes closed for a moment as he shrugged. “I’ll get it out of you soon enough.” He clicked his tongue and crossed his arms as he eyed me.

I felt a flash of embarrassment. I knew that he was studying every inch of my overly exposed body and it made me feel sick to my stomach. His eyes paused for a moment at my exposed tits, which were shoved up by the bra I was wearing. I watched in humiliation as his eyes then scanned down to my legs, taking in every inch of them. I felt the anger and humiliation nip at my skin, trying to claw its way out. I wanted to make him feel the way he made me feel.

“And you have a horrible mustache.” I felt myself saying it before I could stop myself.

The man’s reaction surprised me. He began to laugh deeply, placing his hand on his stomach and bending his knees slightly. His hand went up to wipe his eye and he shook his head in amusement.

“Oh, you’re too funny!” The man laughed hard, too hard. Confusion washed over my face before I could hide it. I could not even blink before he was leaning over me, his hands placed on the armrest of the chair as he glared down at me. “But a little predictable don’t you think? Not very original.” The man deadpanned, his demeanor changing within a flash.

“I’ll ask this one more time before I resort to measures you won’t particularly enjoy. Where is he?” His threat was clear and promising, his grip on the armrest of the chair tightening.

The warmth of his body was discomforting, his body hovering over mine and making me feel tiny beneath his strong figure.I leaned back into the chair, attempting to create some distance between us. “I’m not telling you anything.” I argued back, knowing that I was testing his limits.

The man’s eyes glistened and he smiled, his shiny white teeth filling up his face. “Have it your way then.” He straightened himself as he began to reach into his pocket. I inhaled deeply, feeling like I could finally breathe again. I glared up at him in defiance, feeling the hatred for this man bubble up in my stomach. I had no idea what he wanted with Six. The less this man knew, the better.

“Lloyd!” A man came rushing through the door, causing us to both break our eye contact.

“What have I said about interrupting me when I’m working!” The Lloyd man spoke, seemingly annoyed. “Can’t you see I have a pretty guest waiting for me?” He shook his head slowly as he walked over to the man who called to him.

He tilted his head to the side as the man whispered something to him. I edged forward in the seat, trying to catch a word of what the man was saying. Lloyd’s eyes widened and he pursed his lips forward. “Who knew it would be that easy to get Six out of hiding with you. Looks like you’re more useful than I thought.” His attention turned back towards me, a toothy grin reappearing on his face.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” I played stupid as I tried to hide the feeling of fear at the sound of Six’s name. This was new information for me too, I had no idea where Six had been for the past week. My thoughts raced as Lloyd closed the distance between us once again.

“Don’t play dumb. Your boyfriend stole something rather important from me and ran, sunshine. And you’re the perfect leverage to get him out of hiding.” He pointed up and down to me, and I frowned. He knows too much, I cursed.

I looked up at him. “I have nothing to do with this. I haven’t seen him in-”

“A week or so?” Lloyd interrupted me, his smile taunting. I frowned deeper and averted my attention from him. “Does it ever get lonely?” He suddenly asked, taking a step closer to me. His hands were in his pockets and he leaned back slightly, as if he was catching up with an old friend.

“Does it ever get tiring being such a dick?” My eyes lazily flicked back over to him, barely giving him a second gaze before looking away again.

Lloyd’s eyebrows raised once more and he crossed his arms, his smile not changing. “Does it ever get tiring picking shitty boyfriends? Trying to fill the void that daddy left you with? Hm?” He rebutted, crouching down in front of me now. His shoes squeaked on the floor beneath him, adjusting to his new position, he looked up at me with a fake sense of sadness on his face.

My eyes widened for a moment and I sucked in a sharp breath. A new sense of anxiety washed over me now, one that I could not hide due to my shaking body. My teeth were clamped down so hard that I thought I might shatter my teeth. My cheeks heated up with anger and embarrassment. I didn't even want to know how he knew so much about my personal life, or what else he knew about me.

Lloyd was seemingly enjoying my reaction, he fake pouted as he rested his elbows on his knees. “You just can’t catch a break, now can you cupca-” I spat at him before he could finish his sentence. I knew I had met my target when he stiffened for a moment, his eyes closing and his nostrils flaring in anger as he let out a deep breath of air.

I instinctively leaned back in the chair and watched him with a stoic face. He fed off my reactions, and I was not about to feed into his sick mind.

Lloyd reached into his pocket and pulled out a small rag. He dabbed his face slowly, keeping his eyes closed as he breathed slowly, like he was trying to contain his anger. Once he was finished, he tucked it neatly back into his pocket.

His eyes finally opened as he looked back at me, anger flashing within them. “I’m going to gut you like a fish when Six gets here, but not before I kill him in front of you.” His threat immediately took me by surprise and my jaw dropped. So much for not giving him any more reactions.

“I- What? Six is coming here?” I blubbered, my face contorting up in confusion.

Lloyd chuckled, his reaction giving me the answer I needed. I was confused and scared, and he was enjoying every minute of it. His eyes were scanning me up and down, watching me with a new found excitement.

“Awe,” he mocked. “Are you sad our time is coming to an end, cupcake?” My eyes narrowed at his words and I turned my head away from him. This sick, twisted man was going to kill me. The only thing I knew was it involved Six, which is probably why he did not want to tell me much about his job.

“Opposite, actually. I’m glad I won’t have to look at your face anymore.” I twisted my head to the side and huffed. “And you should really consider shaving that thing off your face, you might end up on a sex offender list if you don’t.”

I turned my head back towards Lloyd as I heard him stand up quickly. “You know what, I’m going to enjoy this so much more now.” His words did not register in my brain until I heard the click of a knife. The metal flashed in the light and I flinched back into the seat, half expecting him to make word on his threat.

I squeezed my eyes shut and felt the ropes suddenly loosen from my body. I opened my eyes and in a flash, I was hauled up by my armpits and pressed into the wall behind me. My legs struggled to keep up with his long strides and I let out a small cry of surprise when my back hit the cool metal of the warehouse.

The air knocked out of my lungs and my head collided with the wall. My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, desperately trying to get the air that had escaped my lungs, back inside me.

“Sorry about that, didn’t mean to bash your head there.” Lloyd was pressed into my body, his chest brushing against mine as I swayed slightly. His hand went up to rub the side of my head and I jerked away from him.

My eyes met with his and I groaned. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

Lloyd’s tongue clicked and he chuckled. My arms were pinned to the sides of me, and even with my heels I had to look up at him. “Beautiful dress. Did Six buy this for you?” He let out a breathless sigh as I blushed at his words and turned my head away from him.

His eyes trailed up and down my body, his large hand moving to cup my waist. I shuddered and bit down hard on my lip. I turned my head back towards him, desperately trying to plead with this man silently.

Lloyd’s eyes were filled with excitement and a smirk pulled at his lips, he was once again enjoying my humiliation.

“Sorry to say that I’m going to have to ruin it.” He says as he tucks the knife back into his pocket.

Both his hands touch my waist now, slowly moving their way up to my tits. His eyes hungirly watched over my body like I was a piece of meat. His hands grasp at my breasts, kneading them through the material of my dress. A sigh of surprise leaves my lips and my skin riddles with goosebumps at his touch.

Another rush of humiliation washes over me and I turn my head to the side, no longer wanting to see him smirk at my demise. I squeeze my eyes shut as I hear him groan in satisfaction. My body reacts before I can stop it, I try to buck him away from me, only to have him tut and dig his hips harder into me.

“Are you going to be shy with me now?” He sneers at me, humor filling up his voice.

Lloyd’s hand finds the thin straps of my dress and he rips them in one strong pull. My dress drops slightly, exposing my tits and upper torso. I hear him suck in a sharp breath as he watches my tits bounce slightly from his hands tearing my dress.

“Hm. Would you look at that?” His head tilts to the side as a smirk pulls at his lips, all the while his bright eyes not leaving my chest.

Before I could say anything in response, his hands were cupping my tits again. I began to shake with fear as his thumb slipped into the dark material of my bra and flicked over my erect nipple. His eyes shoot back up to my red and teary ones, giving me a look of surprise.

“That’s a surprise.” His smug voice makes me want to spit at him again, but I decide against that idea almost immediately. “What if I just…” Lloyd mutters to himself as he tugs my bra down, my tits all out in front of him and I cringe.

He palms my exposed chest, his eyes glistening with amusement.

I shrink back into the wall and feel my lip start to quiver. My body was reacting to his touch and I could do nothing to stop it. I knew where he was going with this and there was nothing that I could do to stop him, which didn’t mean I wouldn’t try.

I tried to jam my knee up into his crotch but his reflexes were almost inhuman. His hand left my breast and caught my knee before I could reach my target. I groaned in fear and shook my head frantically.

Lloyd let out a humorless laugh. His hand gripped my thigh tightly as he rammed my leg back down to the ground. I wobbled as he jostled me against the wall, trying to adjust myself on my tall heels.

I sucked in hard when his knee wedged between my thighs, keeping them spread open for him. He leaned down towards me, his mustache tickling the side of my ear as he spoke slowly, “Too slow.” His knee parted my leg further and I cried out in fear.

“No!” I tried to fight back against him, only to have him lean further into me.

I felt Lloyd’s tongue press flat against my collar bone, trailing upwards to the lobe of my ear. His tongue left a trail of saliva on my skin that made me shudder and shrink back into the wall. My face contorted up with disgust and I whimpered.

Lloyd pulled back and looked at me, “Not into that?” He shrugged.

The soft material of his shirt pressed into my tits, rubbing against them every time he swayed or laughed. I knew he could feel it too. One of his hands locked onto my jaw, twisting it to the side as he began to kiss at my neck. While the other trailed down my waist, stopping at the hem of my dress.

“Fuck you!” I managed to cry out after not saying anything for so long.

Lloyd halted his actions and I felt a small vibration against my chest with his laughter.

“If you say so.” His voice was deep and gruff as he gripped onto my shoulders, ripping me away from the wall and taking me down to the ground with him. He landed on top of me and I cried out in pain when my back slammed against yet another hard surface.

“Sorry about the mess,” he said as he glanced around the room. “Maid is away on holidays.” He continued to taunt me as I lay beneath him. I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to look at him. The fatigue had started to take over my body now. My muscles were sore and achy, but I refused to give in.

“Don’t you just look beautiful like this, cupcake.” Lloyd’s voice was deep and lustful, his breath fanned across my face as he spoke.

“You’re a sick man.” I growled back at him, my eyes narrowing dangerously back up at him.

Lloyd’s expression never faltered as he gave another toothy grin. “Never said I wasn’t.” His legs once again found their way between mine, spreading them wide for him. My dress strained due to its tight texture and I heard a few seams pop.

The cool air wafted between my thighs and I tried to close them back up, but Lloyd’s legs were much stronger than mine. His hand found its way between my thighs once again, fiddling with the hem of my underwear. His thumb pressed hard against the thin fabric and he chuckled.

“That’s another surprise.” I frowned in disgust at my own body reacting to this, feeling so ashamed.

His thumb moved up to my clit, rubbing the sensitive bud through my underwear. I bit down on my lip hard, feeling a tear slide down the side of my face. Lloyd’s thumb moved quicker and I started to breathe heavier. I soon felt the cool air hit my pussy as he slipped his middle finger inside me.

My mouth opened his shock as he began working his finger around inside me and on my clit.

“So wet for me, cupcake.” Lloyd groaned deeply, his eyes closing for a moment. “Hear that?” He stopped talking and picked up his movements with his fingers. I frowned in shame when I heard the wet, squelching noises that I was making.

I could barely take anymore of Lloyd’s taunts and my body betraying me.

“You’re loving this, cupcake. I wonder what Six would think if he knew what was happening?” I cried out at Lloyd’s words. His fingers left my heated core, lifting them up in front of my face. As much as I tried to deny the fact I was this wet, his fingers showed otherwise.

I opened and closed my mouth quickly, shaking my head as he watched me with an amused expression.

I suddenly felt his hand grip onto my jaw and his other fingers slam into my mouth. I cried out once again at the intrusion and strained my head back away from him. His fingers prodded around my mouth, making sure that I tasted myself. Lloyd laughed hard at my grimace and shrugged.

“More for me.” My pussy clenched at his words. His fingers retracted from my mouth and found the top of my dress, tearing the rest of it off of me. He bundled them up at the bottom of my legs and pulled at my underwear.

A shrill cry escaped my lips, his face now leering down at me. “Shh, shh.” His fingers pried my mouth open and stuffed my underwear inside. I gagged at the sudden intrusion and snapped my head to the side. My tongue rubbed against the soft material, trying to push it as far away from my throat as possible, so I wouldn’t keep gagging on it. His large hands slammed my jaw back shut, before I could spit it back out at him.

“That’s better, don’t you think?” He let out a heavy sigh and trailed his eyes along my body. His hands moved to find the buckle of his belt, the sickening sound snapping me back to reality as I laid there, stunned.

My body ached from holding up his weight for so long. I could feel my legs starting to cramp and my arms grow weak from all the fighting.

I couldn’t help but glance down as Lloyd moaned from above me. His cock sprung out freely, glistening with precum as he stroked himself. My body went cold and I tried to move back from him, only to earn a sharp glance from him.

“Now then.” I watched Lloyd wipe the sweat that had formed on his forehead. He leaned forward with a grunt and gripped onto my shoulder, flipping me over onto my stomach without so much of an ounce of struggle. My arms lay in front of me, outstretched and clawing at the floor. My tits press into the cold floor, sending another shiver down my back.

“You’re not going anywhere.” Lloyd warned as he pulled me back towards him. His hands grip at my waist, pulling my bare ass towards his cock. Saliva suddenly hits my bare pussy and I jump at the feeling. I feel his finger enter me once again, another joining soon after. My walls were stretching to their capacity and I groaned at the foreign intrusion.

“So wet for me.” He moaned. His fingers dug into my waist, keeping me flat against his body while his fingers thrusted in and out of me. My back arched awkwardly, trying to relieve some of the pressure that it was under.

“Lloyd!” I tried to cry out through the gag, but it sounded muffled.

His fingers curled inside me, my walls clenched around him and my face pressed into the cool floor. “You feel so good.” His voice purred from behind me as he pulled his fingers out from me. My head strained back to look at him.

“Don’t look at me with those pretty doe eyes when I’m fucking you like this.” He grunted as he placed his cock at my entrance. My eyes widened and I whimpered, trying to move my ass away from him.

Lloyd slapped my ass hard, the sting registering immediately and my ass reddening at his action. My ass slumped back against him as he rested his cock at my entrance. Without warning, he slammed into me. A sharp cry escaped my throat and fresh tears poured out of my eyes. Lloyd let out a loud and satisfied grunt, his thrusts not relenting.

My tight walls tried to adjust to his size, straining under the feeling of this throbbing cock entering me so hard and fast. My nails dig into the floor underneath me, trying to scramble away from the force being applied to my cervix.

“Oh no you don’t.” Lloyd catches me with one hand, bringing me back towards him. His hand tangles its way through my hair and he tugs my head back. My neck strains and I cry out. I open my mouth and push the gag out of my mouth, gasping for air.

“Please, stop this.” I cried, feeling his movement pick up as he slammed into me, over and over.

I was panting for air as he seemingly ignored my pleas.

My tits bounced as he rubbed his pelvis against my ass, digging into the soft skin painfully hard. My pussy feels like it's being split open and I cry out once more, wanting him out of me. My walls burn like fire and my body screams at me for release.

I feel Lloyd’s hands on my shoulders once more, flipping me over onto my back. My lips part in surprise, but only for a moment. Lloyd’s movements do not cease as he quickly leans down towards me. His lips meet mine, hard. My eyes snap open in surprise and I groan at the feeling. His mouth moved hard and sloppily against mine, his tongue invading my mouth and swirling around.

I bite down hard when I catch his bottom lip between my teeth, feeling the skin break beneath my canines and blood fill my mouth.

Lloyd cries out in surprise and pulls away from me. This time, he stopped his movements. His fingers touched his red lips, looking down at the blood on his fingers. His brows furrowed in anger and a low rumble came from his throat. His angry eyes meet back down to mine, looking at me with a whole new sense of rage.

“You stupid bitch!” Lloyd’s hand wraps completely around my throat, cutting off my air supply immediately. My lips burn from his mustache and his blood sits on my tongue, leaving a metallic taste.

“You want it rough? I’ll give it to you rough.” His hand tightens around my neck and my mouth hangs open.

He slams into me harder now, the sound of flesh hitting flesh filling up the room. His cock rams into my core hard, making me cry out in agony and throw my head back. His hand never leaves my throat and I can feel my vision grow spotty. Before I can black out, his hand leaves my throat and pinches my nipple hard. He lowers himself down, sucking and biting down at the sensitive bud.

“You like to bite? So do I.” He growls and brings his hand back down to my clit. I feel him take the throbbing numb in between his two fingers and squeezing hard. My body jerks forward and I scream out louder, feeling a rush of heat up to my chest.

Lloyd continues to suck and nibble at my nipples, moaning to himself. “You taste so good.”

I cringe at his words and twist my body.

Time feels like it has slowed as his movements grow sloppy and more erratic. My vision blurs with tears and I feel them soak my cheeks. His cock twitches and throbs as he cums inside me, feeling me up with his hot and thick liquid.

His cock slips from my pussy, along with some of his cum, which had spilled down my thighs and onto the floor. I feel him push himself off me and stand up. My vision sways as I stare up at the bright lights.

“Let’s see what Six thinks of this.” Lloyd laughs.

[nonpracticingintellectual]

Formula 1 2026 Engine Regulation Changes - TEXT BLOCK

I wrote up this explanation of each of the engine regulation changes for my WIFE and it's good enough I wanted to share it here.

Formula 1 2026 Engine Regulation Changes:

1: **New fuel must be 100% carbon free fuel, part of the FIA's plan for "net zero carbon" F1 racing by 2030.** ARAMCO is leading the research into the new carbon-neutral fuel. The goal is to be able to reuse municipal waste, food waste, or even gas pulled from the atmosphere to fuel cars. As of now it's being tested only in Formula racing, but the goal is to slowly release this fuel for road use as well across the world. Right now the F1 cars run on E10 (90% gasoline, 10% renewable ethanol). F1 and the FIA are the best people to lead this project because they know that full electric cars are not attainable for most people in the world and so replacing fuel with a carbon-neutral fuel (carbon is pulled from the environment to make the fuel, and the same amount is emitted by the engine. This essentially maintains the carbon equilibrium.) Formula 2 and Formula 3 are already running on a fuel mix comprised with 55% of this new biofuel. F1 is really driving sustainable practices. They are the first motorsport to use FSC (Forest Sustainability Council) certified tires, McLaren is releasing their new carbon fiber recycling (first industrial scale use), all of F1's DHL delivery trucks for European races run on 100% biofuel as of last year, all 10 teams have received the FIA's 3-star environmental accreditation.

2: **Increased electric power in the cars** - as of right now its 75% engine/25% electric power. The goal is 50%/50% by increasing the MGU-K unit from 120 kW to a 350 kW generator - this is what Verstappen is worried about as there isn’t an equivalent increase in battery size meaning the current ~30 second max boost from the electric motors will be reduced to ~10 seconds with the larger motor and same battery size. Drivers will have to downshift during straights to charge the battery more often, hopefully leading to closer racing as people won’t be able to just fly off using the electric motors.

3: **No more MGU-H** (this will help people like Stake or other small teams) - this was primarily driven by the fact that we have 2 new engine producers in 2026: Audi and Honda are joining the field and will need time to develop engines to catch up with teams like Ferrari and Red Bull. The issue is the MGU-H almost completely solved turbo lag (if you notice in your car, the turbo doesnt spool up until a certain RPM, the MGU-H spools the turbo from the time of acceleration, allowing for all waste exhaust to be used for charging the battery instead of wasting some spooling the turbo). This may lead to the return of Schumacher level throttle control to keep the turbo spooled during cornering. It’s going to be a learning curve for the racers who have only ever raced with an anti-lag system like the MGU-H.

4: **Reduced fuel allowance** - cars burn through around 100 kg of fuel per race, in 2026 this will be limited to 70 kg. The new engines ARE more efficient so it should equal out to the same power for less fuel.

The FIA is also pushing teams towards focusing less on raw engine power and more on aerodynamics and drag reduction to improve engine efficiency. Essentially, this is a test bed for the future of all high end racing by developing incredibly efficient powerful engines with a smaller form factor and better

[niniluvsainz]

anyways i just posted my first george fic, but i wanted to talk about some “news” i’ve seen recently in the f1 community.

checo pérez quite literally has his seat threatened if he doesn’t perform by summer break? like, firstly redbull renews him for the next two seasons, but now they’re saying if he doesn’t perform this season he’s gonna be dropped? also, saying you renewed him just for confidence? christian horner i will hunt you down. and who is in talks to replace him… daniel ricciardo. moving on to daniel ricciardo.

daniel is also not performing what he should. given, yeah he’s in the shitbox. but he is also in news of “risking his seat for next season” but they’re gonna promote him to redbull? where’s the logic in that. he’s underperforming in a mid-field car, how is that helpful for him to be upgraded to one of the best cars on the grid. if i want someone to replace checo, it’s gonna be liam lawson. until the death, i will wish for liam lawson in that redbull seat.

next, ollie bearman to haas. ever since i knew ollie existed in the f1 world, i have been a fan. i’m not a big watcher of f2, but i’ve seen his stats. and saudi arabia? that was a mighty performance he gave! he absolutely deserves the seat next year, and i can’t wait to see him race in f1.

paul 👏🏼 aron 👏🏼 deserves 👏🏼 an 👏🏼 f1 👏🏼 seat 👏🏼!!! the man who is LEADING the f2 championship WITHOUT A WIN, who is leading based on pure CONSISTENCY, does not have a formula one seat for next year and this is an absolute crime!!!! (kimi antonelli hate incoming, cover ur eyes if you don’t wanna read this) paul aron deserves a seat much more than kimi.

KIMI ANTONELLI, MAN OF THE MERCEDES HOUR. needs more experience to be in f1. toto rushed the poor child. you pull him from f4 all the way to f2. you wanted him to be moved to f1 to replace logan, so he wouldn’t even have finished his f2 season. would’ve been from f4 to f1. is the man crazy?

lastly, carlos mf sainz. there’s rumors he’s holding on to signing because he’s also “replacing” checo, that versainz ship has sailed long gone. and as the biggest self-titled versainz 2025 truther before my dreams were crushed, i can come to terms that carlos will not be waiting for horner to drop checo mid-season. HOWEVER, i want carlos in that mercedes. goodbye williams, sauber, and alpine. give me carlos in mercedes 2025. see, listen to my mind logic. carlos to mercedes for two years, 2025 and 2026. 2026 will be the year audi comes in. carlos can see how audi performs, and if they have the potential carlos seeks carlos can move to audi. and once carlos’ 2-year contract ends, i can see kimi coming in to take the mercedes seat.

also did y’all see that whack ass movie trailer for f1? couldn’t come up with a better title. it’s just, f1. i love twitter, because they’re making pages about the movie’s team, such as the actual team twitter accounts, the drivers (team joshua or sonny? i’m team joshua), they even had nyck de vries on the team and he was also dismissed, gossip pages, it’s all over the place. it’s the best thing to come out of f1twt.

thank you for reading my rant 🫶🏼 it was nice to leave twitter for a bit and log in here.

[cosmica-galaxy]

FSR Headcanons with Audi and Tricky

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AUDITOR

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+ The auditor is easily fascinated with the large foreign being from "the outside realms" of Nevada. The chances of a creature actually breaching into Nevada is so slim, it's practically non-existent. So to have such an opportunity to study a being from the outer realms is a privilege in itself.

+ The first contact goes well and the Auditor finds himself growing more and more curious as the studies of the being start to come through. Revealing their complex inner mechanisms and their general make-up to be similar to his own master in a way, just much more streamlined and organic.

+ Since the being isn't hostile, his agents and numerous units can work around the being effectively and study it without risk of losing all of his crew. Color him surprised when the being even COOPERATES and tolerates scientists and agents crawling all over them.

+ When the testing begins, his interest only deepens. With granted permission from FSR, they decided to test out their weapons on the being. The shocking results revealed that not even BULLETS or MISSILES can damage it. They simply bounce off and FSR gives the assaulter nothing more than an annoyed look. Sharp weapons were even ineffective, since FSR was covered in thick armor. The only weapons that they discovered that can hurt FSR, using small reasonable doses, were more along the lines of Nexus Core weapons. Dissonance and lasers have a much stronger effect and FSR was recorded even wincing when the small dosage was used.

+ Field testing came later on once FSR was actually moved to a more appropriate holding cell. The Auditor took in everything he could, almost as if he was eager to obtain such forbidden knowledge about those that dwelled on the outside. The field tests were even much more intriguing than simple studies. FSR enthralled him with their ability to pick up massive vehicles, an active demonstration of their arm cannon (That morphed in from their own digits!), and the ability to fly at speeds over 200 MPH.

+ The Auditor was EASILY convinced that FSR would serve his purpose greatly, possibly becoming the most strongest unit in his army if they joined, but he can see the hesitance of the being. They're nervous...or just simply unconvinced. He NEEDS them to join his side and he'll do anything he can to make sure that recruitment is the definite result.

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TRICKY

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+ Tricky is a maniac and the moment he finds a larger, possibly stronger enemy, roaming the desert all by themselves, he pounces on them. Much to his surprise, and both parties frustration, his attacks simply can't break through the armor that covers the body of his enemy. Even prodding the cracks in the chassis didn't pop any of them off!

+ FSR is easily annoyed by Tricky's antics and swats him off repeatedly. But Tricky always bounces back and tries again and again. To the point where the larger being hovers in the air to get away from his attempts at attacking them. Of course, Tricky screams out "NO FAIR" when this happens.

+ It's almost hilarious at what transpires after that. Tricky's enemy will ALWAYS be Hank Wimbleton, but this tall foreign creature is just so intriguing to the clown zed that once it begins to head off somewhere else, Tricky finds himself compelled to follow it. It has no set destination, that becomes apparent, but Tricky is never too far behind when it decides to settle down for a rest. Pouncing on FSR and merely irritating them for hours on end as they try to get some sleep.

+ Tricky also comes to notice how FSR is annoyed by other factions. Be it the AAHW, Nexus Core, Fanatics, Zeds, and whatever else happens to be crawling around in Nevada. Still, it confuses Tricky to no end at why they just simply won't kill whatever is annoying them. Even him! They never choose violence and just simply stare at the aggressor in annoyance before pushing them away or knocking them over. Yet none of their enemies come to harm.

+ Tricky quickly finds out that FSR is practically nomadic and travels by air most of the time. He's even lost them a couple of times, but he will eventually find them again if he looks hard enough. Soon enough, the creature pretty much tolerates his antics and bothersome presence enough that they won't just fly away whenever he irritates them enough. They just simply lay there while he chews on their armor or breaks his stop sign against their hull. All while they stare at him in indifference.

+ What really confused Tricky, was the day when he finally caught up to them after another long pursuit, and they gave him a series of gentle pats instead of brushing him off like usual. It stunned Tricky into a frozen state. Then from that moment forward, Tricky found himself following them around and even clinging onto them when they began to move from one place to another. They even seem to grow fond of his presence as well. Taking him with them across Nevada without a care.

[charles-leclerc-official]

RB thoughts! I don't deny that SP11 is doing well! It's just that if RB wants to win the WCC they can't expect for Max to carry the whole team on his shoulders! One off weekend and the gap went from 60ish points iirc to 24 points. 24 points is almost nothing to flip if we consider we're a third of the way through the season. On the topic of possible teammates for Max there are quite a few options, but few viable ones. SP11 staying is the most probable because he's a known quantity. NH27 would've been an option before he signed with Audi. Looking at who other could have been an option, they're not viable for a plethora of reasons: AA23 & PP10 were cut off from the team, DR3, LS2, VB77, ZG24 & KM20 are not actually better than SP11, EO31 & CS55 have historically clashed with Max and they won't absolutely tap in YT22 because he's a Honda academy graduate and Honda is moving to AM for 2026. Their reluctance to put LL in that AT seat for 2023 or 2024 will cost them dearly. I can't see any other candidates for that RB seat in the near future, so RB effectively screwed themselves over with the musical chairs they were doing up until 2020. I feel like this whole situation is a clash between managements of RB and AT, which has in turn led to a Gordian knot of a situation. (DR3 in that AT seat is the sticking point for me, because if they wanted him for PR, he was already theirs as the reserve driver and there was absolutely no need to put him in a F1 seat full time). I feel like H*rner and RB in general have been mismanaging drivers since the inception of the team, and I can't see it getting any better, sadly. For as much as Ferrari is known for not treating their drivers well, it's still better than how RB treats theirs, I feel.

I agree with you on Checo, he's a good driver, but his results are likely not going to be strong enough to secure the constructor's(we'll have to see that could change) And next year the constructor's is going to be more up in the air I think. So do they stay with the known quantity or take a risk on someone new? I seems they aren't taking that risk and it will likely be what costs them the WCC(not that someone new would come in and make that happen either but it might be worth trying)

This is actually a very good summary of things and the likely trajectory of the team in terms of talent recruitment. Very nicely put anon.

And yes, the reason the team has artificially looked stronger than they are is because of Max. I don't know how he's still standing from carrying that team both on and off the track. Max being good has made Horner look more competent at talent management than he is.

Like people look at VCARB and we don't really know what they are doing. They are there, racing, they are connected to Red Bull, but why? What is the goal? Apparently to develop young talent for other teams to eventually take. Whatever team gets Yuki is going to be very lucky.

And Ferrari gets a far worse reputation than they really have. Most drivers still say very good things about Ferrari in spite of the brutal environment. Then you have Alex who is out there openly saying how bad Red Bull was to him. And some of it comes down to the environment at the front of the field being brutal no matter which team you are in.

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (18-24 Feb 2024)

i'll always prefer the og but this iteration is entertaining

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

😍 The Old Codgers Greatest Hits Album (AggressiveWhenStartled, author; quietnight, narrator) - 57K series, canon-divergent stucky co-starring peter parker. Reread of this hilarious forever fave where first teenage peter is forced to deal with two body-swapped geriatric supersoldiers and then bucky is forced to deal with two teenage spidermen trying (and failing) to stealthily rescue their "dog". Great podfic by quietnight, absolute hilarity

🥰 History of American Capitalism (Zenaidamacrouras1) - 85K, shrinkyclinks college AU with superstar QB!Bucky & history nerd Steve - incredible found family dynamics, can't believe @zenaidamacrouras1 made me actually really get into an AU that involved both undergrads AND football. The nerve! The talent! (the fic is single POV but there's an amazing companion piece that's Bucky's convos with this sister that give a his POV on some of it and it's equally amazing)

💖💖 +347K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Half sleep, half waking (softestpunk) - The Sandman & Rivers of London crossover: dreamling, 8K - amazing crossover! I wish there was 60K of this for me to read

Road to Joy (Oddree13) - Stranger Things: steddie, 25K - latest chapter in this omegaverse steddie series that I absolutely adore

Knit One, Purl Two (mollus) - MCU: stucky, 32K - reread; forever fave WS recovery fic with lots of softness in the form of: knitting, dancing, soap making and senior citizens

Red, White & Royal Goose (fairestfaerie) - RWRB: alex/henry, 7K - I just love a good Soulmate Goose of Enforcement fic

This Sunlit Land (eyres) - MCU: stucky, 38K - wonderful canon/timeline-divergent WS recovery AU

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Resident Alien - s1, e1-3

QI - series S, ep 7-9

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "The Fall of New York City" (s7, e1)

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "Heaven and Hell on Earth" (s7, e2)

D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "Stress Tested" (s21, e7)

D20: Adventuring Party - "A Negroni and a Bowl of Spinach" (s16, e7)

Ghosts (US) - s2, e16-22; s3, e1-2

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Vibe Check - Hey, Sis: featuring Kimberly Drew

The Sporkful - Can A Restaurant Makeover Make Diners Spend More?

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Boston’s Blue Hill

Short Wave - The Life And Death Of A Woolly Mammoth

Desert Island Discs - Sheku Kanneh-Mason, cellist

I Said No Gifts! - Jay Jurden Disobeys Bridger

The Assignment with Audie Cornish - Where Does Fani Willis Go From Here?

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - World’s Loneliest House

⭐ Switched on Pop - Adult Contemporary, but make it cool (with CHROMEO)

Shedunnit - The Unpleasantness at the Bellona Club (Green Penguin Book Club 1)

Up First - Julian Assange Extradition Hearing, Egypt Buffer Zone, Louisiana Special Session

Today, Explained - The Panama Canal is drying up

It's Been a Minute - Jada Pinkett Smith, the artist

Vibe Check - Welcome to Tip Check

Outward - True Detective: Night Country’s Lesbian Subtext

⭐ Code Switch - Why menthol cigarettes have a chokehold on Black smokers

Short Wave - When The Sun Erupts

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Stone of Destiny

⭐ 99% Invisible #571 - You Are What You Watch

Films To Be Buried With - Tyler James Williams

Ologies with Alie Ward - Black Hole Theory Cosmology (WHAT ARE BLACK HOLES?!) Part 1 with Ronald Gamble, Jr.

Off Menu - Ep 226: Noel Fielding

NPR's Book of the Day - 'Thank You Please Come Again' pays homage to Southern gas station food shops

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Buffalo Soldiers National Museum

The Assignment with Audie Cornish - Jake Tapper on American Political Scandal

⭐ Throughline - Dance Yourself Free (Throwback)

If Books Could Kill - The Better Angels of Our Nature

Our Opinions Are Correct - We Don't Give a F*ck About Canon

⭐ Today, Explained - Fight at the Museum

The Sporkful - Deep Dish With Sohla And Ham: Bagels

Dear Prudence - My Friend Has a Master’s Degree in Lying. Help!

What Next: TBD - The Coasts are Sinking

Short Wave - Didn't Get A Valentine's Love Song? These Skywalker Gibbons Sing Love Duets

Endless Thread - Endless Thread: The Musical

⭐ Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - Industrial Musicals

Strong Songs - "Black Hole Sun" by Soundgarden

You're Dead to Me - Queen of Sheba [turned out to be really perfect timing to have this knowledge right before getting to certain relevant bits in my current read The Adventures of Amina al-Sirafi]

It's Been a Minute - Have we hit celebrity overload? Plus, Miyazaki's movie magic

Simply Reflecting - Did You Say Delusional?

Under the Influence - Seeing is Believing: The Power of Demonstration Commercials

Hit Parade - The Bridge: Bon Soir, Barbra

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Chromeo

Living Colour

Chicago House Foundation

Presenting Soundgarden

Swing Fever [Rod Stewart & Jools Holland] {2024}

Adult Contemporary [Chromeo] {2024}

Campfire Classics