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helen-with-an-a · 13 hours

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Out of Position

Hi. So, I'm not really sure I like this but hey-ho. I'm trying to write my masters dissertation so fics may be few and far between loll but I wanted to write something. Anyway, hope you enjoy.

Lucy Bronze x reader

Description: R has to play out of position for Barça

Word Count: 1.5k

The season had been … tough, to say the least.

The start of the season was great, you were playing your favourite 6 or 8 positions. You were happy there – you were racking up assists, you had your name on score sheets more regularly. Things were really looking good for you. You were in the Starting XI regularly, slowly increasing the minutes to full matches every week. Your national team coaches had noticed your efforts to, soon earning that number 8 shirt at international level. Things were looking really, really good.

And then Mapi got injured. That was a blow to the team, no doubt. Her infectious energy was sorely missed during trainings, her technical prowess and defensive knowhow that were so integral to the team was difficult to replicate. But everyone was managing incredibly well. Slowly but surely, you were being played further away from where you were comfortable. And then Alexia was out again too. Another massive knock. Not just for the team, seeing the Captain out of commission was hard on everyone, but for you in particular. You were slowly being played further back on the pitch than you were entirely comfortable with. You weren’t a defender. You did your part, when necessary, but you weren’t a defender. You were never fully happy making those harsh tackles and committing essential fouls. Your main form of defence came from interceptions – your speed was something to be noted by all commentators. You were always the first onto a wayward ball. It was something you prided yourself on. It was something the whole team prided themselves on, none-so more than Lucy.

You didn’t know how it happened really, but by the away El Clásico, your picture was being displayed on screen in the no. 5 position. Who would have thought you would end up playing against Real Madrid as a centre-back? Especially when considering you started the season as an attacking midfield and borderline striker?

“I can’t do this.” You were full on panicking in the changing rooms. Your hands were gripping the bench so tightly your knuckles were turning white; your wide frantic eyes flittered nervously around the room; your skin was cold and clammy, your breathing erratic. You were on the verge of a panic attack.

“Sí, puedes, chica.” Patri soothed, running her hand in wide comforting circles along the length of your back. You had been fine during training, and most of the warmup but you had seen Moller Hansen give you, what you interpreted to be, a menacing glare, and something had snapped in you. “Amiga, you need to breathe” Patri reminded you, exaggerating her own breathing to try and prompt yours. It wasn’t working. Marta and Irene were with you, both looking on with some concern. “Ves a buscar la Lucy.” Patri ordered one of them, not taking her eyes off you. You had moved one hand from the bench to your thigh, your nails pressing harshly into the muscles, dragging unforgiving lines up and down.

Not 30 seconds after the door swung shut behind Marta, a very concerned Lucy appeared by your side, worry etched on her face.

“Can’t … do it,” you struggled to get the words out. Lucy’s heart shattered at your words. She had seen the hours you had put in, the number of dates you had rain checked to stay late with the defensive coaches, the frequent mornings when she had woken up, alone with your side of the bed cold with a note on your pillow telling her that coffee was in the machine, she just needed to press start and that you’d see her at training. If she didn’t know where you were, she would be concerned you were cheating on her. But no, you were in the gym at the crack of dawn, strengthening your muscles and pushing yourself to go beyond your previous limits. She was exhausted just looking at the work you were doing. But it wasn’t in vain. You looked so natural in the back line; anyone that didn’t know you would think you were comfortable. But no one saw these moments and sheer and raw terror that coursed through your veins moments before you stepped out of the changing rooms.

“You can, pretty girl. I promise you; you can do it.” Lucy said, gently crushing you to her chest. She was sad to admit that this was a common occurrence.

“Scared,” you croaked out. “let the team down.”

“No, my love, you will never let us down. I promise. You can never, ever let anyone down.” She cooed, her fingers dipping under your shirt to run her nails over your bare back. She pulled back after a few moments, waiting until your breathing evened out a little bit – her comforting smell washing over you and soothing your body more than any words could do. She cupped your face, gently running her thumb across your cheek. “I love you, so, so much. There are 10 other girls on that pitch, all of them believe in you. You wouldn’t be out there if the club didn’t think you could do this.” She said her words with such conviction. You took a deep breath and nodded – not believing her words, but the noise outside the changing room was growing louder, signalling that both teams were ready to go. You were still incredibly nervous, but you did have a job to do after all. You both left the changing room hand-in-hand, taking your customary places at the back of the line.

“Look at me, pretty girl.” She whispered in your ear as she caught you staring off into the distance. You turned to look at her, a slightly guilty look on your face as your bite your lip harshly. “I love you,” she said emphatically.

“I love you,” you said softly back, not as nervous as you were before, but definitely not good.

It was a tough match. Real Madrid had really stepped up their game since the last time you were out. It was a 1 – 1 all draw that was growing more precarious every minute. You had just 10 minutes left of the match and both sides were determined to break the stalemate.

Madrid were on the attack, having been able to pick out weaknesses in Barça’s defence. Lucy had drifted too far from her position, letting Carmona utilise the space by making a speedy break for it. You were the furthest back in your team’s line up. Your muscles were aching, your face was red with effort, yet you had to win this ball back. You couldn’t let Cata take on Carmona and Caicedo all by herself. You ran. Hell, you practically flew down that flank, pushing yourself harder and faster than you ideally wanted to.

You knew exactly what Olga was going to do before she did it. Maybe it was your experience up front? Maybe it was all the hours you had spent reviewing footage of various players you would face in the league? But you abandoned your chase on Carmona, changing your momentum to catch up to Caicedo just at the right time. Cata had drifted to the right in anticipation of Olga’s strike, but you knew she wouldn’t attempt the shot – not when Caicedo was sitting wide open with a goalkeeper-less net in front of her. You threw your body into the header – it was easily the harshest one you had given all season – possibly your whole career. Your technique was perfect though as you caught only the ball, using your momentum to bounce the ball away from the goal before bouncing painfully on the ground. You quickly rushed to your feet, watching Cata take advantage of a very confused Caicedo and a disappointed Carmona to chase the ball and boot it out into the stands.

There was a moment of quiet – at least it was quiet for you – before the world came back into focus. Your heartbeat was in your ears, your chest rising and falling dramatically as you sucked in precious oxygen. Cata was the first to get her hands to you. She shook your shoulders almost violently, your head wobbled comically at the action.

“Tu nena preciosa,” she shouted, kisses raining down on your forehead. You felt head pats and light taps on your back as you made your way back into your position.

Finally, the full whistle went. Barça had won El Clásico yet again (although it was tougher than anyone cared to admit)

“You …” Lucy said as her warm arms wrapped you in a hug. “That was the best defending I have ever seen.” She smiled, clearly wanted to say and do more.

“I learned it from you,” you whispered as you squeezed back. “The flying header. A Lucy Bronze special,” you teased.

“And you said you couldn’t defend.” She scoffed. “I’m so proud of you.” She said, pressing kisses into your sweaty hairline. You blushed profusely but smiled, nonetheless. That was all you really wanted, to make Lucy proud. “I think this calls for a treat, don’t you?” She whispered seductively into your ear as she dragged you into the changing rooms, a sly smirk dancing on her lips.

Hope you enjoyed reading <3<3<3<3

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shaisuki · 3 days

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Can you please do Reo's reaction to pregnant y/n's death?

REVENGE IS A DISH BEST SERVED COLD

FT. YANDERE! HUSBAND MIKAGE REO

content warnings: character death, complications of birth and pregnancy, blood, suicide, talks about killing a child. dead dove not eat.

notes: i hope i did this one justice.

synopsis: you got the best revenge you can ever serve to him.

everything was a blur.

from the moment your water broke and the contractions coming apart since you insisted on walking around the hospital. a week from your due date and the baby is coming.

you were instantly whisked and prepped up for your birth. nurses and doctors surrounding you and you were like the fucking vip and treated like you were about to give birth to a king. it could pass as well. since you were going to be the mother of the mikage heir.

reo arrives within the first minute of your contractions. dressed in a medical gown and he's by your side. holding your hand and whispering sweet nothings to you. encouraging that you were both to have a baby and it will be done in the next minutes.

fucking asshole. he's babbling. this is how reo gets when he's happy. excited that you were about to give birth to his child and you wondered if this was really his intention to you in the first place. popping his heirs like they were easy to come by. he should have hired woman who were willing to be a surrogate or someone whose more than willing to give his wants and demands.

unfortunately for you. reo wants you and he wants he gets it.

the pain was blinding. your muscles screaming for you to rest. your eyes who can't stop the tears from flowing from how painful it was. the doctors encouraged you to push. the baby is crowning and you need to get it out. you muster what strength is left in you and with that flashes of light dances in your vision and your ears ringing.

it took a you a few seconds to register the cheers of the doctors and your baby's cries echoing in the room.

it's alive?

the baby's alive?

this couldn't be happening. the chances are high of you losing the baby so then why this damned child of yours have to live. does they want to suffer the same fate as you? why are you having this thoughts you were sure you were to suffer.

you make out reo's smile despite the harshness of the light in the room. he's all smile. you barely can make out the words he's spouting but you feel his hands on you. your head hitting the pillows once again.

this is it. he's finally a father. you gave him a son. a heir. he couldn't be more prouder than what he is feeling right now. he have a family he can call his own. he can continue his legacy.

he looks at you proudly. kissing you like there's no tomorrow but why are you frowning? aren't you happy that you're a mother now? what are you sad? why are you turning pale?

the machine beeps in a hurried manner. mimicking your heartbeat and the doctors surrounding you are in full attention. sweat drips in their forehead at the sudden beep of the machine. eyes wide at the sudden symptoms of one of the complications of birth they didn't think would happen. you were bleeding. soaking the sheets in a heavy flow that the doctors were almost shouting at the nurses to prepare the equipment to aid you.

what was happening to you?

suddenly you were aware of what's about to happen to you. your body aches more than usual. muscles turning weaker and your eyelids felt heavy. you can hear them. desperately trying to save you but you were beyond saving. it looks like your prayers were heard.

you would relish on the expression reo was having. horrified at the sight that his wife is dying on this table. you deserve it. you ruined my life and i will ruin yours.

reo sees you trying to grab him and he takes your hand in his. a smile plastered on your face and you pull reo with your remaining strength and then you began to whisper. the words that will haunt him for the rest of his life.

“this is your karma, reo.” his eyes widens at your confession. “you're going to lose me and i-i feel bad for our child, he didn't die with me instead he won't grow up without his mother and he would have a father like you.”

and with that, the futile attempts of the doctor came to stop when your heartbeat turned into a flatline in the monitor and you closed your eyes. forever.

it's finished now. you were gone. he drops your cold hand. the image of your laying in the table with your cold, lifeless body will continue to replay for the rest of his life. this should not be happening. he wants to scream to the doctors attending to you why such tragedy happened. to himself. you were supposed to be alive. raising his child with you.

he left the room shortly after you were pronounced dead. walking aimlessly at the hospital and his sight caught in the corner of his eyes are nurses tending to his newborn child.

he couldn't bear to look at his child for a second longer and that's how you get your revenge on him for the hell he put you through.

#♱ ⋮ shai's works⸝⸝#chubby reader #blue lock #blue lock x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x chubby reader #yandere blue lock x reader #yandere mikage reo x reader #yandere mikage reo #mikage reo #reo mikage #mikage reo x reader #blue lock x chubby reader

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ohworm-writes · 7 months

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When the girls say to treat yourself, they mean treat yourself.

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catharsim · 8 months

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Hello, not sure if you answered this before but I was wondering what Reshade preset are you using? Your pics are so beautiful and soft. Thanks.

Ahh thank you so much! *forehead kiss* I switch between two presets I made myself!

#no one has ever cared about my presets before 🥹#I appreciate u #I hope both sides of your pillow are cold

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yandere-romanticaa · 1 year

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I’m not trying to stop you, but you do know that changing your url will break all of your links right? Including the readmore link on any reblogs of your posts.

Would you look at that, the desire for change is gone

#no i did not know that #and you're very kind for informing me #bless you #i hope both sides of your pillow are cold #anon asks #girlie says

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iwas-baby · 2 years

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is it this one?

YES IT IS THANK YOU

#i hope both sides of your pillow are cold #you’re amazing #angel.responds

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messenger-of-stupidity · 10 months

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To all the people that leave encouraging comments on Ao3 I hope you know that you are amazing.

#messy rambles #i hope both sides of your pillow are cold #your charger works at all angles #lego corners never dig in between your toes #mwah

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star-mum · 10 months

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Finally able to play The Sims 4 again

#nature is healing #a lonely girl with a lot of fictional crushes is playing the sims #started my Danganronpa babes yesterday #might fuck around and do some Titans 👀#as crazy as the plot actually is they’re all just some guys #so I won’t need specific outfits or cc #might be able to find the suits tho 👀#i want every single person who’s EVER made and shared the sims cc to get a kiss on the forehead #i hope both sides of your pillow are cold #and that you never run out of your favorite drink #OH AND ONE PIECE TOO #might share some of my babies later #idk which cc I used for everything else BUT outfit and hair #Mondo the boyfriendsest of them all...#why must your hair look like corn on the cob ??? i had to grt creative #(went with Hair Down Mondo)#and the outfit ???? I wish I’d saved the first one I picked out #now he looks perfect 🤧🤧🤧#(couldn’t find any cc for his jacket sadly enough)#Toko looks genuinely so gorgeous #i am in love with her #no joke #(they all look really good)#(im actually amazing at designing faces)#(as long as they’re not based on real life ppl)

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niekiddo · 2 months

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Now I think I know What you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen, they're not listening still Perhaps they never will

#Cas listening to Vincent by Don McLean is my roman empire #whoever made a decision to feature this song in the show is my hero!#thank you for your service!i hope your pillow is cold on both sides!#my art #castiel #supernatural #spn

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kreuzwalt · 7 months

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Dancing— 止めても止められないんだろ

#wwx #wei wuixan #mdzs #yiling laozu #if there are any folks out there who know this song #i love you and i hope your pillow is always cold on both sides

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uppastthejelliclemoon · 9 months

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people just hate fun ig

#cats the musical #every so often broadway fans start shitting on cats #and i want to explode them with my brain #cats fans i'm kissing you in the forehead #i hope your pillow is cold on both sides #and you get tickets to see the show <3

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caelanglang · 11 months

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"From afar the Fata Morgana makes absolutely no sense. It's a floating fucking ship, and you probably think you're going insane, right?" - Mors Vincit Omnia, Chapter 10

no thoughts empty head, just think about. @itotypes well-written well-designed pirates orz

no srsly pls read it it’s so darn good im so aksdfhakjhakg *frantic hand gestures to express my love*

anyways i’m gonna ramble about it so-- spoilers ahead (pls don’t let me ruin your reading experience)

hi Ito!!! I finally finished Mors Vincit Omnia and there are so many things I wanna scream about it but at the same time I am just at a loss for words—it's so so good!! ToT) I don't think I caught all of your well-made metaphors and motifs but I absolutely adore the ones I noticed!! Especially Odasaku's pendant TvT !! Your storytelling was really well-done! I was on my toes the whole time reading this ;v; I really love the entire vibe you built in the story, it really felt like I was sucked into the world and and and each of your characters is so lovely and endearing from the people in Decay to Stormbringer ToT all of them, no matter how little screen time they had, you could really feel their personality and humanity !! I am absolutely in love with your fata morgana analogy too—it's so darn good IT'S LIKE MAGIC AUASGASGKLJSA And that dam line "Chuuya genuinely wants Dazai to suffer like a human." BRUH THAT WAS SO WELL EXECUTED MY JAW DROPPED IN REAL TIME READING IT *banging head on the floor* aughaugha i still have so much more i wanna say but idk how to express it so *drops a drawing instead* (one of my fav moments from the entire fic im so aksjhdgslkg) So many darn times while reading i was debating if I should book bind this fic I swear that’s how good it is aklsjdhfaksgj anyways I’m sorry for the ramble I just wanna thank you for sharing this fic with us and blessing us with your wonderfully drawn designs aaaaaaaaaa I know you’re probably tired reading this again but I LOVE IT SO SO SO SO MUCH !!!!!!!

#okay bye i will stop embarrassing myself #i hope both sides of your pillow is cold and fresh and inspiring you with ideas <3 #READ THE FIC GUYS PLS #brb gonna promote it on twt too #bites this fic and never letting go #bsd #skk #Mors Vincit Omnia

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ask-the-invincible-crew · 1 year

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oh no! mistledrone! anyways.

#Markiplier #iswm #in space with markiplier #celci #burt #Celci f kelvina #main #ask-the-invincible-crew #Scheeze art #MISTLETOE ARC 2022 #BURT I DONT THINK CELCI'S PAYING ATTENTION TO WHAT YOURE SAYING RIGHT NOW #to the anon that sent me this i hope both sides of your pillows are cold #burtci #invincible polycule

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freckledhylian · 1 year

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“I looked for you! I looked everywhere for you!”

#I DONT REMEMBER WHICH ARTIST BLESSED ME WITH THE MOLE RIKU HEADCANON BUT WHEREVER YOU ARE I HOPE BOTH SIDE OF YOUR PILLOW ARE COLD AT NIGHT #manifesting long hair Riku for KH4 cause the only person who’s allowed to cut his hair is Sora #pink eyes too because you know he’s deep down the pit of love #NOMURA LET HIM CRY WERE BEGGING #you can’t see it but Sora is hugging him tightly and crying too lol #I’m actually so happy with how this turned out #I love them so much #Soriku #sora #riku #kh3 #kh4 #kingdom hearts #dream eater Riku #my art #mars draws

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jackstheprinceofhearts · 10 months

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I've followed your account for a while and I've owned BONA for over a year but I have only just now started reading it due to 1. Scared to read it and 2. Not wanting to wait a year for the third book.

should I be scared? and can you tell me your favorite chapter so I can look forward to it?

bro you're so sweet 😭😭 thank you for following my silly little blog i appreciate you fr❤️

MY FAVORITE CHAPTER IS CHAPTER 32 BEMABSHSKANSHSHA CHAPTER 32❤️❤️❤️❤️🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

also maybe be a bit scared if you don't wan tto be emotional 😭 the whole book is so beautiful though including the ending pleaseeeee read it

also my god i was simping the ENTIREEEE book like dhakshshaj i'm so excited for acftl!!!!! also, if you're interested in the bonus content after i read it you can find it on my blog!!! ❤️

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oneshortlove · 2 months

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😎

I LOVE YOU MORE!!!!!

#LITERALLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH #YOURE SO AMAZING AND SO FREAKING BEAUTIFUL #I HOPE YOURE DOING AMAZING #YOUTE DESERVE PILLOWS COLD ON BOTH SIDES #YOURE BED PERFECTLY COMFY #EVERYTHING

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