#carrie kelley x reader

[alixandra-elizabeth-ellis]

Hiii loves. I hope you guys are doing amazing. heres a Batfamily gc!!! (Ik I have an obsessive and reader is dicks girlfriend!)

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Y/n:I wish I was a shark

Stephanie: mood

Jason: dick I think your girlfriend finally went insane with how much time she spends with you

Barbara: I never thought I would say this but...I agree with Jay

Dick: hey! If she wants to be a shark I fully support her decision

Y/n: awww you're the sweetest boyfriend

Dick: and you're the most amazing girlfriend

Jason: stop it.

Stephanie: they're adorable

Damian: disgusting...this family is full of idiots

Barbara: you're not any better!

Tim: You know that family group chats aren't usually like this...

**Bruce, who's in a meeting and just keeps reading the texts and sighs in disappointment**

after that conversation dick bought her a shark costume

[dxndxrxvxbe]

for the last year or so my little sister had been telling me her favorite Robin was "the girl one". Dude I thought she meant Steph she was talking about Carrie Kelley

[wosostories]

Heath Sisters PT 5 (USWNT x Teen!Reader)

Masterlist

USWNT X Teen!Reader

A/N: Sorry this took so long. I have a lot going on the last few weeks, but things have finally settled and I should be able to get back into some semblance of a writing schedule.

Summary: The first team meeting.

“We won’t tell them. Unless… It's someone at this table.” Abby said more than asked. Y/N froze and her eyes went wide at how easily they figured her out. 

“I-it might be.” Y/N grabbed her sister's hand under the table and squeezed it twice. This was their sign to one another that they were uncomfortable in their current situation. 

“Alright guys that’s enough. You can continue your speculating later.” Keriger says, stepping in before Tobin could. 

“Come on Kriegs, we're just having some fun.”

“But you're making her uncomfortable. If she doesn't want to tell you who her favorite player is then she doesn’t have to tell you.”

Abby sighed and looked at her, “Sorry kid, didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“It’s ok.” The table went back to eating their dinner and soon enough it was time for the team meeting. 

“Alright once you’ve finished up go ahead to the meeting room and we'll get camp officially started.”

Tobin turned to Y/N, “Go on up to our room. I shouldn’t be too long, but you can go ahead and start getting settled for the night.” Y/N hugs her sister and heads upstairs for the night. 

Tobin sighs as she watches her sister leave and follows the rest of her table to the meeting. 

“Hey where’s the kid?” Kelley asks as soon as Tobin walks through the door.

“I sent her up to our room. She would be bored sitting through a meeting like this. Well she would be bored sitting through any kind of meeting.”

“And you trust her not to get into any kind of trouble while she’s on her own?”

“I don’t think she’ll get into too much trouble if she's just up in our room. And on the off chance that something does happen she knows where I am.”

“She’s not you Kelley she doesn’t need to be monitored 24/7.” Sonnett adds on. 

“Hey! Not fair.” Kelley exclaimed before chasing her into the meeting room. 

When Tobin walks in she notices that the only empty seat left is up in the front, right next to coach. She holds in a sigh and takes the seat while some of her teammates snicker. 

The meeting goes over the camp schedule and outlines some of the tactics they’re hoping to use during the two friendlies against Canada. 

Jill is in the middle of talking about the formation she is hoping to use and stops abruptly as the door opens. Everyone’s head turns and they all find themselves staring at Y/N clad in her pjs. 

She sinks in on herself as soon as the eyes hit her. 

“You can come in Y/N.” Coach said. Y/N looked around and darted into the room as soon as she saw Tobin. She cuddled into Tobin’s lap and let herself be held as Jill resumed the meeting. It only took a few minutes for Y/N to fall asleep. 

Tobin sat running her fingers through her sister's hair trying to keep her focus on the meeting. It was just over an hour later that the meeting ended and the girls started heading up to bed. 

Tobin didn’t even bother to try and wake Y/N, simply lifting her into her arms and carrying her out the door. 

“You look like you do that a lot.” Cheney says as they enter the elevator. 

“She’s always liked when I’ve held her. I don’t mind. We both know she’s safe when I’m holding her.” Tobin replies. 

“Why wouldn’t she be safe?”

Tobin tightens her grip and shakes her head, “No reason. Just… Just forget I said anything.” Tobin walks out of the elevator and makes it to their hotel room.

[allaboutnayeli]

five things about you [k.ohara x reader]

prompt: five things kelley does while you're pregnant that makes you fall more inlove with her.

author notes: i think this is finally the end of my writers block. i have so many requests in my inbox, and i swear i'll get to them eventually (sooner than later i hope). hope y'all enjoy this kelley fluff!

I. how she talks to your belly when she thinks you're sleeping

ever since you started to show a bit with a small belly bump kelley has been talking to it. the moment you drift off to sleep she places her hands gently on your belly and places a few soft kisses on the skin there. smiling as she quietly says whatever comes to mind.

"your momma ate lots of fruit today, i hope you liked them" she says. laughing when she remembers how you refused to eat anything but fruit the whole day. claiming that anything else would be too nasty, too bitter. you needed something sweet and only that. "she walked around a lot today too. couldn't sit down until i picked her up and put her on the couch. did that bother you? huh, baby?" kelley smiles, placing another kiss on your belly.

what kelley doesn't realize is that you are wide awake, just too tired from the day to open your eyes. ever since you gotten pregnant you have became a light sleeper (one of the worst things pregnancy have gifted you in your opinion). it takes everything in you to not smile and tangle your fingers in the brunette's hair. however instead of doing that, you just let kelley continue saying nonsense to your swollen belly. internally reminding yourself to tease her about this when you two's baby is born, but for now you let her indulge.

II. how she lifts up your belly every time you complain about the weight

kelley has been very in tune with any pains you had since you started to show symptoms of pregnancy. finding a way to help with every one or aleast a way to support you though it. when your feet started to swell, she would massage them or carry you wherever you wanted to go even if you complained about how you would be too heavy. same with when your back started to hurt, she massages it with such care that you swear she must have took some classes. weird cravings? don't worry she already is on her way to the store to buy them.

your all time favorite though is definitely when your wife takes it upon herself to relieve you of some of that belly bump weight.

"is this good enough for you, babes?" kelley says against your ear as her hands up under your belly. smiling as she lifts up your bump. placing a kiss on your cheek when you groan out in satisfaction. "very good. thank you, baby" you say. turning your head to give a kiss in appreciation. the brunette hums into the kiss, savoring the domesticity of the moment.

III. how she excited she gets when you two go baby shopping

the best part of your pregnancy is the shopping part. going into different shops as you look at various adorable baby clothes, toys, and strollers makes all the pain worth it. the mental gymnastics you jump though to justify some of your purchases are sorta insane, but it's not like kelley is complaining. far from it. if she could spend half of her day in the shops, looking at baby clothes, she would.

you two's hands are interlocking as y'all walk into a small boutique. d.c is littered with similar shops like these and you enjoy that fact very much. the shop is nicely decorated with baby blue, white, and a light yellow being the main colors. you let go of kelley's hand to go over to the clothes section and you assume kelley walks over to the toys section as you hear a baby rattle that your wife is most likely playing with right now.

"pink or purple..?" you mumble to yourself as your hands rest on some baby dresses. the little ruffles on the dresses making you wish the baby was here faster than your due date. your indecision doesn't last long as you feel the presence of someone besides you. before you can even turn to see who it is, their voice already tells you who it is.

"do you think our little girl is going to like dinosaurs or whales?" kelley says with a t-rex plushie in one arm and a humpback whale plushie in the other. both are absolutely adorable, but you find kelley the most adorable out of the three. "does it really matter? she can just like both, so get both" you say as you go back to back to looking at the dresses.

"but babeee, it does matter!" kelley half shouts, half whispers. "little kids usually fixate on just one thing and i don't wanna get her the one she wouldn't fixate on" she pouts at your lack of attention to the obviously very big problem at the moment. you giggle, turning towards her fully to look at the plushies again. "i don't think that's actually true but okay baby, whatever you say" you grab onto the whale plushie and pull it out of kelley's grasp. holding it up to eye level to really get a look at it.

"hm.. this one," you hand the plushie back to your wife. she smiles at you before frowning again, "but what if you're wrong?"

"why would i be wrong? i'm the one giving birth to the little rascal."

"for one, she's not a rascal and for two, you can still be wrong babe!"

"okay okay, just get both" you say. kelley just nods before walking off, probably back to the toys aisle.

now back to those dresses..

IV. how she always carries you at every opportunity like you weigh nothing

it didn't matter if you were in pain or not, kelley was always quick to pick you up bridal style. you always whine that "you're too heavy" but your wife doesn't really care.

it's another day where your back is killing you and your feet feel like they are water balloons just waiting to pop. you try to ignore the pain by laying down on the couch and drowning yourself in stupid rom-coms until kelley makes it back home.

that method only works for so long so when you hear the sound of the front door opening, you sit up and call out for kelley, "babe!"

"hm? what is it, baby?" she says as she walks into the living room. dropping her bag down near the end of the couch. she realizes what is the problem as she notices how you are still on the couch just like how you were two hours ago when you were on the phone with her. "baby hurting you?" kelley chuckles as you nod, coming around the couch to stand next to where you are sitting up at. taking a single finger to lightly tap on your stomach, "bad baby."

"don't be mean to my princess," you joke, giving kelley a light slap on her hand. she grabs onto your hand and gives it a kiss before placing a kiss on your baby bump. "sorry, little one. just wish you didn't cause your momma so much pain," she says as she lays her head against the bump.

you smile hearing her words. letting out a light yawn that makes kelley look up from your belly to you.

"tired?"

"mhm. been tired the entire day, but i didn't feel like walking up the stairs to bed.." you mumble. the obvious sleepiness in your voice makes kelley frown. she stands up before picking up without any warning. you yelp in surprise, slapping your wife gently on the shoulder. laughter flows from your lips as kelley starts to walk out of the living room. you don't start whining about how you weight too much until she reaches the stairs. "i'm way too big to be carried up a flight of stairs," you whine out. trying to get out of kelley's grasp, but she holds onto you tight enough that you can't wiggle out of her arms.

"never too heavy for me. if that ever happens i guess i just need to hit the gym more," the brunette laughs out. empathizing her point as she easily walks up the stairs with you in her arms. not faltering once.

she takes you right into you two's bedroom and lays you down on the bed. placing a kiss on your forehead before going over to the closet to grab one of her oversized shirts. throwing it to you as she walks back over to the bed. "too sleep in. want you to be all comfy," kelley lays down on the bed beside you. "thanks baby" you say as you change into the shirt, being too lazy to change out of your pajama shorts.

it takes only ten minutes for you to slip off to sleep after your head hits the pillow. of course you wake back up five minutes later, turning over to cuddle into kelley's side before drifting back off. she places soft kisses all your face as you drift off, admiring how peaceful you look.

V. how she proudly shows you off

kelley considers herself to be a pretty private person when it comes to relationships. you two's relationship wasn't even confirmed until you posted a photo of your engagement two years ago. however, she was happy to show off your pregnancy. posting a photo dump of you being adorable doing pregnant wifey things every couple months. she just finds you to be even more beautiful after getting pregnant. that baby glow was doing wonders for you.

it was the day of the baby shower alex and your sister helped to plan. kristie was also the one to help you pick out an aesthetic for the venue, but that was pretty much it.

you have cried about five times since the party started. once because seeing your family come out made you emotional, another two times because all of kelley's friends were sweethearts especially alex who is by your side for a majority of the event, one more time after seeing harper (sam bought along some of her aussie friends and katrina wouldn't miss the opportunity to come to a baby shower) running around with charlie which made you think of the baby that is ready to pop in your belly, and one last time because the vanilla cake was really good.

after eating, it was time to reveal the gender of the baby to you two's family and friends. kelley's arm is resting over your shoulder as you hold a white balloon in your hands.

"ready, baby?" she whispers to you. smiling once you nod.

"alright!" kelley says loudly to the mini crowd infront of you two. "one, two, three!" they count down. on three kelley pokes the balloon and it pops out pink confetti. lynn is the first to gasp out in celebration and pretty soon everyone follows after.

while everyone else is celebrating the reveal, kelley is pulling you into a hug. your arms go to wrap around her neck. tears threatening to fall from your eyes despite having already known the gender of the baby before the whole event. "i don't even know why i'm about to cry. we both already knew it was a babygirl," you say into kelley's shoulder. she pulls back a bit to look at her. wiping the tears that did manage to escape from your eyes. "it's okay. it's not just about the reveal, but having everyone here with us makes it so special. i almost cried but you know.. i would rather not being teased forever" she reassures you.

you two take a few more moments to talk before celebrating with the rest of your friends and family.

later on in the evening, long after the kiddos attending the party were put to sleep, all of the adults sit at the tables. kelley and you are back standing at the front of the venue where all the gifts are. a glass of wine sits nicely in your wife's hands with her other hand resting on your belly.

"okay firstly i would like to thank everyone for coming out, we loved seeing you all. secondly i want to thank the beautiful woman standing next to me right now.." the brunette smiles as you roll your eyes in mock annoyance. "i want to thank my beautiful wife, y/n, for being the perfect woman for me. who happily supports me with every venture i done and is always there for me. you're going to be a great mother once this little one pops. love you, baby" she says before pulling you into a short kiss.

you almost use your hand to shelter you two but decide against it. the damage is already done and you can already hear sam starting her teasing. emily of course has to jump in on it too.

looks like kelley isn't going to go tease-free today after all.

[falseclosure]

Round of 16 | Kelley O'Hara x Reader

summary: kelley misses the penalty

warnings: none

word count: 1.1k

a/n: need an outlet after that disaster of a match and KO's one of the very first footy players i looked up to and i cannot handle that she missed that pk so here's something 🥹

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Ever since Kelley was subbed on, I was begging it would not get to a point where she has to kick the penalty. But here she was now, counting her steps for her run-up. I was whispering words of encouragement, knowing that Kelley doesn’t like it when the crowd was loud.

Closing my eyes, I was begging and praying that she makes her penalty. With one last prayer, I opened my eyes, seeing Kelley swing her right foot back; the ball making contact with her foot. It looked like it would go in, but with the curve of her kick, it hit the post instead. I can’t believe it. Kelley missed her penalty.

There were a lot of things on my bingo card, but Kelley missing her penalty was not one of them. She was calm and collected before she took the kick, but the physics behind it simply beat her. I looked at her sister beside me, tears welling my eyes because I knew that if the Swede makes her kick, it would all be over. I felt sick to my stomach.

Erin placed a hand over my shoulders, comforting me, knowing I never want to see my fiancee crying, especially because of major tournaments. Kelley always played her heart out, even when she is on the bench; she always supports her teammates, sending motivation their way. She has been doubting herself if she would make the World Cup for the past couple of months, and I knew that the missed penalty kick would only make it worse. She’s the strongest person I knew, but she’s just a person too.

As the VAR check ended and the referee blew her whistle, indicating Sweden’s win, I knew Kelley would blame herself. She was walking around her teammates, comforting them. She was holding back her tears because, for her, she was a veteran, someone that the kids could count on. She didn't want to show them weakness. I saw a few tears escape her eyes, but she was quick to wipe them away. As she gathered with her teammates for one final huddle this World Cup, I cannot help but think about the aftermath of this game.

“You think she’ll be fine?” I asked Erin beside me. She looked at me and sent me a reassuring smile.

“Of course, she would. You’re by her side.” I smiled back at Erin and thought of ways how to make Kelley feel better after this tournament.

After their huddle, Kelley and some of her teammates immediately went to the stands looking for their family. Erin and their parents nudged me and encouraged me to be the one who goes down the front of the stands. Servando and Charlie were beside me, Charlie already reaching out for her mom who was already in front of her. I sent a little smile towards Alex hoping it sends a little comfort her way. I turned my eyes back into the field and saw Kelley approaching. I immediately opened my arms and reached out to her because I knew she always found comfort in those hugs. No words were said for a couple of minutes as she continued hugging me.

“I’m sorry.” I heard her say a little sob escaping her throat. My heart felt like it was crushed into a thousand pieces hearing her sob like that. 

“It’s not your fault baby. You did your best. I know.”

“But I could’ve done more. I could’ve buried that penalty. I wasn’t good enough. I’m sorry.” 

Kelley's words hung heavy in the air as I held her tightly, providing a comforting presence amidst the turmoil of her emotions. I gently lifted her chin, making her look into my eyes, filled with sincerity and love.

"Kels, listen," I said softly, my voice carrying the weight of my genuine conviction. "You are an incredible athlete, a remarkable person, and a source of inspiration for so many, including me. One missed penalty doesn't define you, doesn't define your career, and it certainly doesn't diminish the passion and effort you've poured into this sport."

She sniffled, her eyes still glistening with tears, but she was now looking at me, absorbing my words.

"You've faced challenges before, and you've always risen above them," I continued. "This setback doesn't erase all the victories you've contributed to this team, and the memories you've created on the field. Remember the love you have for this sport, the love that has driven you to be the remarkable player you are today."

Kelley's grip on me tightened, and she nodded slowly as if beginning to find solace in my words.

"I know you're disappointed," I said, my voice tender. "But you're not alone in this journey. Your teammates, your family, and I—we're all here to support you, no matter what. And I have no doubt that you will come back even stronger from this."

“But what if this was my last major tournament?” She asked, fully aware that her clock was ticking with the sport she loved.

“That’s not the Kelley I know. The Kelley I know would tell me that she would give everything to be there at the next one. But if this was your last, you still have the NWSL season. I’d like to see you give them hell before hanging your boots up.” I told her with a small smile, trying to inject a bit of humor into the moment.

Kelley managed a faint smile in return, her tears gradually subsiding. "You always know how to make me smile, even in the toughest times," she said, her voice still quivering slightly.

"You're not alone in this, babe," I reassured her. "Your journey is shared by everyone who loves and admires you. Remember that your strength goes beyond what happens on the field. You've touched so many lives and inspired countless people."

As the stadium began to empty out and the players started heading back to the locker room, Kelley and I stayed embraced, finding comfort in each other's presence. The path ahead might be uncertain, but one thing was clear: Kelley was more than just a player on the field. She was a role model, a leader, and above all, she was loved.

In the days that followed, Kelley gradually found her footing again. She leaned on her support system, her teammates, her family, and me. She channeled her disappointment into determination, using it as fuel to push herself even harder in her training. The NWSL became a new focus, a chance for her to continue showcasing her skills and passion for the game.

And as time passed, Kelley's perspective began to shift. She realized that her worth wasn't solely determined by one missed penalty. She saw the bigger picture—the impact she had on and off the field, the resilience she had shown throughout her career, and the legacy she was building for herself.

[iguana-eyanna]

Baby Girl

Pairing: Niall Horan x curvy reader

Summary: after a night of drinking, you and Niall realize that you're more than flirtatious friends

Warnings: mature themes, explicit language and unprotected sex.

The music was thumping, the bass reverberating through the club as Niall and you made your way to the bar. You were both a little tipsy, having indulged in a few too many drinks during the night out with your friends. The playful banter that had become both your trademark was in full swing, as you teased each other with witty comebacks and flirtatious remarks.

"I swear that these heels would be the death of me." You said out loud.

"Thought you had that spot reserved for me?" Niall asked, smirking as he closed in.

You rolled your eyes as you turn around, grinding in front of him seductively.

"Try all you want lover boy, but you can't handle all of this." You said, biting your bottom lip as your cheeks heated up.

Niall couldn't deny of how much he needed you.

"I'll do my best."

You met on the Voice where you did a guest appearance. He thanked Kelly as you were a guest on her show to promote your latest album. Once you said you were a fan of the singing competition show, Kelly invited you with no hesitance. You kicked it off with the other judges as Kelly introduced you to Niall after the show. He was blown away by your voice and the way you brightened up the room.

You two kicked it off quite strongly, already skipping the awkward of meeting someone for the first time. Everyone witnessed it. Tabloids and late night shows were already skeptilizing that you two were an item. Kelley, Chance, and Blake would even tease Niall when he was tying the knot with you.

All he could do was chuckle and shake his head.

But tonight, with the alcohol fueling his emotions, he found himself looking at you differently. Everything about you was beautiful to him, and he couldn't help but admire how you carried yourself with such grace and charm.

As you stood at the bar, waiting for the bartender to take your order, Niall's gaze lingered. You were wearing a stunning green dress that hugged your curves in all the right places, and he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to touch you, to taste your lips.

Niall leaned in closer to your ear, whispering with his husky voice. "What can I get you, Baby Girl?"

Your cheeks flushed at Niall's sudden change in tone. You were used to your flirty banter with him, but the way he called you "baby girl" sent shivers down your spine. You couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards him either, and the alcohol was making your inhibitions slip away.

"You know what I like," you replied, with your voice slightly breathless.

Niall ordered drinks and you two found a quiet corner to sit in. As the night went on, your conversation grew more intimate, and touches more lingering.

"I never realized you wanted to be an author." Niall asks when he just asked you what occupation you would do if you didn't pursue music.

"Yeah, I really loved to write stories when I was kid. When I got older, I took every opportunity just to write. Had to wake up from that dream when my University denied to publish one of my works I was most proud of."

"Hey." Niall said, placing a gentle hand on your thigh.

"They don't deserve to have your works publish, you can do that yourself, cause you know why? You're the most talented, gorgeous person I know. Those who say otherwise can come through me." Niall said, defending your honor.

The sexual tension between you two was palpable, and Niall found it harder and harder to resist the temptation to kiss you.

You could visibly see him staring at your lips, but you realized that this wasn't the right moment.

With enough drunken courage, you dared to say the sentence that would change your friendship forever.

"How far is your place from here?"

Before he knew it, you were both outside, the cool night air hitting you two as you stumbled towards an Uber. Niall's hand found its way to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. You didn't protest, instead leaning into his touch, your own hands gripping his shoulders. The ride felt like an eternity, as you tried to take your hands away from him but you couldn't.

When you reached Niall's apartment, the moment of truth arrived. Niall hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never been one for casual hookups, but he couldn't deny these feelings stirring inside his chest. And the way you looked at him with those dark, longing eyes made him lose all reason.

Without another word, Niall pulled you into his apartment and closed the door behind him.

You leaned towards the wall as you tried to untie the strings of your heels.

Niall closed the distance between you and whispered to you.

"Let me."

He slowly bends and unties the wraps around your legs. You look down, thinking this is the most sexiest thing anyone has done for you. Once he was done, you lift his chin up to connect your eyes back to his.

"I need to know what we're about to do isn't a mistake. I don't want to be a regret."

Niall got up, hovering as his hand leaned over you as your back laid flat to the wall.

"You will never be a regret. I want this, and I want you... more than you know."

Without hesitation, your lips crashed together in a hungry, desperate kiss, hands roaming each other's bodies with urgency. The heat between the two of you was electric, as the desire for each other reached a fever pitch.

Niall's hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer to him as he whispered against your lips, "You're mine, baby girl."

Your breath hitched at his words, and found yourself melting into Niall's embrace. His hands traveled to the back of your dress, trying to find your zipper as you tried unbuckling his pants.

You both staggered upstairs half dressed as you landed onto his bed. His piercing blue eyes try to memorize every part of your skin. All was left was your underwear and Niall had to resist from tearing it straight off your body. He uses his finger to drag down the little material and trailed it down your legs.

He released a breath, sitting up a bit. He combs his fingers through your hair and kisses you softly. You melt under his hot touch as you closed your eyes. Niall hastily undresses himself soon he finds his hands on your waist, steadying you on top of him.

You gasp as you began to feel him within you. His hands hold you tighter as you began to have a steady rhythm.

"God, you're fuckin- perfect." Niall huffs out.

You smirked down at him as you bite your bottom lip.

"I can say the same about you..." you teased.

Niall became undone with your words. Your confidence, your beauty, and damn that luscious body - all he could see was stars.

You thought the same about him: the way he held you so tenderly and how his eyes looked up to you like you were a goddess.

You both wished that the night wouldn't end.

By the end, you two were breathless (almost lifeless too.) You laid down next to him, placing a hand on Niall's heaving chest.

"Next time, you're on top." You said, catching your breath.

Niall looks over at you with a twinkle in his eye.

"Next time?" He asks.

"Well, we'll just see by morning." You said, knowing he's teasing you as you're already sinking in the pillow next to him.

His hands glue back to your side as he pulls you in.

"Oh, you'll like what I have planned," he said before you two drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, you felt light-headed as you turned around to meet Niall. He was nowhere to be found. You thought he somehow left for work but you were gladly wrong when you saw him coming in shirtless, holding a tray of breakfast and drinks.

"Wasn't sure if you wanted coffee or juice, so I made both." Niall said, walking towards the bed and laid the breakfast tray on the mattress.

You smile, holding the blanket over your chest as you sat up.

"It's definitely a coffee morning." You said, grabbing the mug.

"Wanted treat my baby girl." he said as he grabbed the other glass, taking a sip.

"Thank you Ni, you're definitely the sweetest man I ever met." You said, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

His cheeks grew red by your action, so he took your free hand and kissed it.

"I want to spend these mornings with you, and hopefully to be with you if you'd like to." He asks, his heart slightly thumping as he awaits your answer.

You place the coffee down by his nightstand and turn to him, smiling like you're lovesick.

"I'd like that very much." You said, as you two began to kiss and laid down on the bed.

Let's just say the breakfast Niall just made was long forgotten.

[notsoattractivearenti]

Future (Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader)

WC: 1.2K

Warnings: none

A/N: tried to rewrite the lost bday fic for christian but i couldn't, instead i wrote different fic! another short fic cuz i haven't been able to write a long one. hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍

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You came to visit Christian in Milan with his family: Christian’s parents, Mark and Kelley, his sister, Devyn and his niece, Avery. They were there for 4 days while you stayed for another 10 days – you were able to take some time off of work, and it had been 6 months since the last time you saw your boyfriend in person. You got to spent your early days in Milan together with his family especially when Christian was training during the day. 1-year-old Avery loved to be around you and Christian – most of the times she would ask for you to carry her and play with her. At the beginning of your relationship, you and Christian had a talk about how you envision your future, together or separately, and it was completely clear that you both want a marriage and kids. Even so, you don’t want to rush into anything yet because you know how hard it is to raise kids, no matter how cute or sweet they are as babies. Right now, you’re still enjoying being the “fun aunt” and a “dog mom” to your and Christian’s newly-adopted puppies, Bubba and Coco, and you have no intention of having a baby anytime soon.

But Christian, he couldn’t stop thinking about how great it would be to have a little human with you right now. He basically was surrounded by adults with little kids and it made him think maybe it was time for both of you to consider adding the newest member to your family – yes, even though you weren’t married yet, you already considered both you and him as a little family, and your puppies are also a part of it. When he saw how close you were with Avery, it was so moving and adorable his heart couldn’t handle it. His mind was basically occupied with the possibility of growing your family, but he wasn’t sure if you were on the same page. 

When it was time for Christian’s family to go back home, he and you drove them to the airport. Since the day before, Avery didn’t seem excited to go home. She was completely attached to you, not wanting to let you go – at night she wouldn’t stop crying unless you put her to sleep. And shortly before they boarded the plane, Avery cried and pulled your shirt – she was likely trying to get you on the plane with her – and it broke yours and Christian’s hearts. But you promised her you would see her right when you’re back from Milan, and she calmed down for a bit. And at that moment, Christian realized he had to tell you what he had been thinking about this whole time. Still unsure where you would stand about the whole baby thing, but he thought it was better if he was being open with you, although he was a lot nervous about how you were going to react.

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As a part of your nighttime routine, you always read a book – at least a chapter – before going to sleep. That night, you were sitting quietly on the bed, already in your pajamas with your bottom half wrapped under the blanket and just started reading a chapter when Christian came in and sat on his side of the bed. He genuinely loves this unique routine of yours – he finds it really adorable. Christian rested his chin on top of your shoulder.

“Y/N, I’ve been thinking for a while about expanding our family…” he spoke softly into your ear, “I think I’m ready for a baby.”

Your eyes suddenly widened and the clock stopped ticking for a moment. You were so caught off guard by what you just heard – you had to make sure he really said what you thought he said.

“Sorry, what was that?” You asked in shock.

“I want a baby. Our baby.” He affirmed.

“Oh, uh…” He really got you startled.

“Christian, I… I just… Uh…”

“Sweetheart that’s okay, we don’t have to try for one so soon. We can wait until you're ready. I’m just saying what I needed to say.” He assured you.

You closed your book and put it on the table next to your bed. You couldn’t continue reading as you were no longer able to concentrate on the book. 

“Sorry, Chris, it’s just so sudden… Geez, what’s gotten into you?” You nervously laughed.

“I don’t know, seeing you being all affectionate with Avery makes it feel right. I know we have our fur babies but I just can’t stop thinking about having our little human baby… But again, only when you’re ready.” He emphasized.

“Okay, listen. You know me, Chris, I also want to have children with you. But there’s just a lot to think about, such as where are we going to raise them, or how do we fit our work schedules around them, or how much childcare will cost if we’re going to need it, or most importantly, are we mentally and emotionally prepared to be parents?” You expressed your thoughts to him.

“Kids are going to need stability and as for right now, I’m still going back and forth between USA and Italy to be with you. You spend most of your year here in Italy while I spend mine in the States. I’m okay with that, but for a child, it could be a lot.” You continued.

“Y/N, sweetheart… Those are some really good points. Yes, a lot to consider, and that’s why I keep saying ‘when you’re ready’. You’re the only person I want to be the mother of my children, and I will wait no matter how long it takes.”

He always knows what to say, that smooth talker. Your heart felt so full and warm and at the moment, the biggest grin appeared on your face.

“Awww, how lucky am I to be with the sweetest man alive!” You booped his nose.

“Okay, genuine question. How many kids do you want, Chris?”

“Up to you. You’re the one who will go through the pregnancy and give birth. So I want children as much as you want, and when it happens, I will be by your side all the time.” He answered softly while looking deeply into your eyes and held both of your hands.

“You know, maybe we can just… Plan things out before actively trying for a baby? But be prepared, we’re going to have a lot of long conversations.” You suggested.

He agreed. “Sounds great. Looking forward to planning our life with you, my love.”

“Oh and um, I don’t see any rings on my finger,” you jokily pointed at your ring finger, “maybe give me one first?"

“Oh trust me, you won’t see it coming!” He chuckled then kissed you on your cheek.

“You know, Y/N,” he adds, “you’re going to be a wonderful mom. Our kids would be so lucky to have you.”

“Chris, stop making me blush!” You covered your face which was already turning red.

“And you’re going to be the best dad, I can tell. I’m excited to see the day you become one.” You said as you kissed his shoulder.

He smiled at you. “Yeah, so am I.”

“By the way, I know we’re not making babies anytime soon but… Are you interested in making love instead?” He teasingly asked.

“Christian Mate Pulisic!” You playfully gasped. “Yes, yes, I’m very much interested. Now take off your clothes!”

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The Robins x reader w/ low body positivity

  a/n: I did some like scenarios (I guess that’s what you would call it idk) of the robins because one of my friends was feeling a bit down about his body(yes, I’m saying that males get self conscious of their bodies too which so many people have the misconception that they don’t) and I decided to make some robin scenarios for anybody else out there who was feeling a bit down about their bodies and I want all of you to know that you are beautiful just the way you are.  (I know some parts were longer than others and I’m sorry but I hope they’re all equally lovable.)

(side note: I didn’t do Stephanie Brown even though she was a robin at one point because most people know her more as batgirl rather than robin and also the fact that she wasn’t even really robin for that long of a time so I decided to not put her in this but if someone wants me to do her I’d be glad to do it.)

(another fucking side note:  This post is quite long and I’m so sorry but it’s because I added all the robins.  Sorry again, if its like so long and annoying.  It’s just easier for me to upload it all at one time but I’ll post them separately if it’s more convenient for others.)

Dick Grayson

You were standing in the mirror getting ready for a night out with your friends as a pair of arms wrapped around your waist.  Before you could stop yourself the words, “Do I look fat?” slipped out of your mouth.  Dick’s arms slacked a little as he looked into the mirror at your face.  “What?” he asked with a slightly amused look.  “Never mind.  Forget what I said. It doesn’t matter.”  “No no no.  It does matter.  Why would you think that?”  He grabbed your wrist and turned you around saying, “You look gorgeous.  And besides you’re the sweetest, hottest person I’ve met, (y/n).”  Then, he proceeded to press kisses along your jawline.  You felt your cheeks burn a bright red as he looked into your eyes sweetly and said, “You know we can do other fun things here, rather going out today.” “No, I made a reservation, Dick.  But maybe, afterwards we can have a little dessert.” you said seductively while walking out the room.  *later after dinner*  “This isn’t the type of dessert I thought you were, (y/n).” you heard Dick whine for the 2nd time.  “It’s not my fault you have a naughty mind.” You said while slowly licking your spoon to free it of the rest of your ice cream.  Dick rolled his eyes as he tried to make a move on you for the 4th time while running his hands up your thighs and whispering your name into your ear softly.  You guys did have a fun night though after dessert *wink wink*

Jason Todd

You were running your hands up and down your body tracing your self conscious spots.  Jason came out in his swimming trunks and grabbed the bag that you had pre-packed from last night.  “Come on, (y/n).  We have to start going.  I wanna kick Dick’s butt at volleyball when we get to the beach.”  You smiled softly as you nodded and grabbed your sandals and a cover up.  “Is Alfred picking us up?”  “Yup, Bruce told me that they should be arriving here in about 5 minutes.”  Jason pressed a kiss to your cheek and he placed his free hand on your ass.  *at the beach*  “You sure you don’t wanna take that off and go for a swim or join us in volleyball?”  Jason asked you for the millionth time.  “No, I’m fine.”  You whispered as you looked around at the girls who had joined the family’s game of volleyball.  “At least take off that cover up.  You look like you’re burning.”  Jason’s voice started to change into a sound of worry and slight irritation at your stubbornness.  You shook your head while sighing and crossed your arms like a child who was rebelling.  Jason took a seat next to you and pulled your cover up off and started putting more sunscreen on you.  “Okay, if you don’t wanna play I’ll leave you alone but if this is because you feel self conscious then I’ll keep bugging you till the day ends.”  he said while puffing out a deep breath.  “You look great, y/n.”  He said before letting out a frustrated sigh and started again, “I suck at this.  I just want you to know that you’re hot, y/n.  Especially, at night when we play rumble.” he chuckled softly at your red face and kissed your collarbone then he got up to go play volleyball again.  “Hey,  I’m back guys.” he yelled out cheerfully as he hit a ball out of his face and towards Tim’s face.  You smiled at him and looked around as you thought “How did I get so lucky with a dumbass like him?”  Then, you went out onto the sand as a ball flew past your face by inches.  “Oh, it’s on, Drake.”

Tim Drake

Tim was typing away on his computer as you read over his shoulder.  “Is it an essay?”  “Yeah,  it has to be 5 pages.” he said without even looking up at you.  You smiled at the way that his eyebrows furrowed when he was concentrating, and the frustrated look that came upon his face when he was trying to think of a good word to use.  You left the room quietly and went to the kitchen to make Tim and yourself some food.  You fixed (y/f/f) and placed it on a plate.  You walked back into the room and placed the food in front of Tim.  “You should take a little rest, Tim.”  He smiled up into your (e/c) and then he kissed your wrist.  You watched him eat and just picked at your own food and took small bites.  “Are you not hungry?” “Uhhh. No not really.”  He looked into your eyes as he tried to see if you were telling the truth. You met his eyes as he looked away.  “You always (n/h) when you’re lying or nervous.  Also, you think I haven’t noticed that you pick at your food a lot lately.”  You laughed and said, “Of course.  I wouldn’t be able to fool one of the best detectives.”  He smiled softly and kissed the space between your lips and jaw.  “You’re perfect to me, y/n.  I….um...I”  Tim looked at you and stroked him thumb on your hand.  “Tim?” you asked getting concerned.  “I love you, y/n.  Why would you think that you’re not pretty or whatever.”  You smiled as he took another bite of the food and you kissed his forehead as you said, “This is why I love you.  You adorkable twat.”  Tim rolled his eyes slightly as he pinched your cheeks.  “I’m gonna go back to my paper.”  

Carrie Kelley

(side note:  I don’t really know that much about Carrie’s character so if I suck ass on this one, I’m sorry.  Also, this is like the millionth side note.)

You walked past Carrie as she was packing for a small camping trip that she was having at one of her friend’s backyards.  “Hey, do you know where my shirt is?  You know the one that has a whole bunch of holes in it but I still wear it.” You yelled in the direction where she was.  “Uhhhh.  I don’t think so.  Maybe you left it in the laundry?” she yelled back. “Why are you looking for it?”  You walked into the doorway of her room and said, “I was gonna wear it to go workout.  Or at least look like I went working out.”  She laughed slightly at your statement.  “I wish I was more like you, Carrie.” you said, “You’re cute, fit, and….just everything.”  Carrie looked up at you in surprise and laughed a little. “You’re perfect too, y/n”  She started to stand up and grabbed both of you wrists.  “You’re cute, pretty, awesome, great, and so much more that even I can’t name them all.”  You smiled at her comment as she pulled hair out of your face.  “Thanks.  I don’t know what I’d do without you.”  “Nothing.  Absolutely nothing because we’re like puzzles.  Without us together nothing will be right because we won’t make the picture.  I love you and you should know that.  You’re gorgeous.”  Your face started to light up like a red stoplight and you stroked her cheek in appreciation as you pulled her into a soft kiss.  

Damian Wayne

(side side note:  so, (b/f) means best friend and (l/f/t) means least favorite teacher.  (e/c) means eye color.

You came back from the day's class and walked into the apartment that you shared with your (b/f).  “Hey, babe.”  your friend called out to you as she pulled you into a one sided hug.  “Hey.”  You proceeded to drag yourself to your room in a tired feat.  “God, I hate (l/f/t). He always gives a pile of homework that isn’t even related to the actual class.”  You started taking your clothes off and sighed as the air passed your skin in a slight breeze. “Is that so?  Is the teacher doing his job correctly?”  you heard a voice come out from inside your closet.  Your whole body froze with goosebumps as you grabbed your sandal from the ground.  “Who the hell are you?”  you questioned as you pulled open the door and got into a defensive stance.  Your boyfriend Damian Wayne pulled you into a hug as he spinned(a/n: is spinned even correct.  IDK anymore at this point. I’m tired) you around and dipped you.  “Really?  A sandal.  Now, I know you can do better than that, y/n.”  He let out a soft chuckle as you struggled slightly and sat on the edge of your slightly messy bed.  Damian’s face went red as he noticed your half naked state and looked away.  “Put some clothes on.”  You looked down at your bare skin and grabbed a random shirt on the ground in embarrassment.  “You ready to head out, my love?”  Damian asked from outside the room.  You looked at your outfit one last time before stepping out the door.  *at fancy restaurant*  Your (b/f) was laughing with their s/o as you and Damian slipped into your own conversation.  Damian’s gaze looked past yours towards a blonde girl in the back of the room.  She was tall, skinny with perfect skin.  She kept winking and making smoochy faces at Damian.  Damian’s hand moved to your thigh and he smiled at you.  “Isn’t she pretty?”  you asked looking at the thigh that Damian’s hand was resting on.  “Huh?”  Damian looked down at your (e/c) eyes and stroked your hair.  “See.  You can’t even answer, Damian.”  “No.  It’s just that it’s so startling that you would think that.  You’re beautiful.  At least better than her I mean she’s making moves on me who is clearly taken by a beautiful beast like you.  You make me feel more attached to life, my love.”  He pulled your lips to his in a gentle gesture as your (b/f) suddenly burst out laughing and said, “Suck the food not each other’s faces guys.  At least wait till we’re home you two.”  You pulled your quickly reddening face away from Damian’s.  *later that night*  You and Damian just sat in you room and watched movies that you liked in a peaceful silence that couldn’t be anymore perfect than you imagined.

[greynatomy]

WHAT?!

Emily Sonnett x Fem!Reader

I decided to split this into multiple parts because I didn’t want it to be too long. Hope you enjoy! Feedback is appreciated :)

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“Come on Sonny.” Kelly whined. “You need to get laid. It’ll help with your grumpiness.”

“Kelly, I don’t need to get laid!” Sonny exclaimed, walking into the meal room.

“Who needs to get laid?”

“Sonny does!” Screamed Kelly, jumping up and down around Emily.

Hums and nods of agreements are heard throughout the whole room.

“Fuck you guys!” Sonnett yelled, throwing up the middle finger while grabbing some food.

“Nah! Someone need to fuck you— OW!” Kelly rubs the back of her head.

“KELLEY!”

Oh, are they in for a treat.

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Getting ready, you decided to take a shower with your daughter because you’d been running around the backyard and she’s been playing with your dog, Gus, in the dirt.

“What do you wanna wear bubs?” You ask your four year old daughter, Isabella. 

“Be like Mommy and wear Mama jersey?”

“We can do that.” You grab some black joggers, your guys’ Sonnett jersey, and a blue beanie for the both of you. “Let’s take a picture for Mama bubs.” You both stand in front of the mirror taking a picture, Isabella being silly, she puts up peace signs and sticks her tongue out.

Me: Ready to watch you play.

Superstar: You guys look so cute. Can’t wait to see you both. I gotta go. I love you!

Me: Good luck out there! I love you more!

Superstar: Not possible.

You had just arrived at the stadium where the USWNT game was being played. Giving your ticket to be scanned, you make your way to your seats, front row, behind the U.S. bench, carrying your daughter on your waist.

“You ready to see Mama play bubs?” You say, putting some ear muffs over her ears.

“YEAH!” Isabella screams as loud as she could.

The game was about to start, the person they were here for was sitting on the bench. Emily sees both you and Bella, giving a subtle wink.

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“OH MY GOD! Look at that baby!” Rose yelled excitedly, smacking Sonnett’s arm repeatedly.

“Ow—ow—OW! Stop hitting me!”

“But the baby is so cute!”

“You know who else is cute?” Kelly asks, joining the conversation. “The person holding the baby.”

Emily glares at Kelley. “Don’t say that.”

“Why? You want her all to yourself?” Emily stays silent. “Oh my god! You do want her all to yourself!”

“Shut Up! No I don’t! And she’s probably not even single.”

“But if she was… you would totally hit that— OW!”

“KELLEY!”

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“Mommy, Mommy! Mama goin’ in! Mama gonna play!” Bella yells excitedly, but drops her mini flag over the railing and onto the ground. “Mommy, I drop.”

“Oh, no bubs. That’s okay. Maybe you can get another one.” You say, holding onto her so she doesn’t fall over the railing like her flag. 

“I think you dropped something.” You hear someone say. You look down, over the railing to see Pinoe holding the mini flag.

“Yeah, sorry. She got way too excited.”

“We all get a little excited when Sonnettt goes in.”

“Yeah, we do.”

“Why don’t you guys come down after the game to meet Sonnettt?”

“What do you think bubs? Should we go down there after?” You feel her nod against your side, getting shy when she sees new people talking to her. “Alright, we’ll see you down there.

———

The final whistle blows. The crowd cheers loudly for the 3-0 win for the U.S.

“YEAH! Mommy, Mama won! Mama won!”

“She did!” You said with the same enthusiasm as Isabella.

A couple minutes later, a security guard comes to get you and escort you on the field. You carry Isabella on your hip so she doesn’t get lost in the crowd.

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After greeting a couple fans, Emily starts walking towards the tunnel with Kelley, Rose, and Mal.

“MAMA!” They all hear.

Emily looks towards the voice and sees Isabella running towards her. She crouches down to her height and Bella crashes into her, making them both fall back.

“Hi, Bubs.” Emily gets up with Bella in her arms.

“WHAT?!” Multiple voices ask.

“Wait wait wait. That baby just called Sonny Mommy.”

“I not baby!” Bella told Kelley sternly.

“But you’re mine and Mommy’s baby.”

“…fine.”

Feeling arms wrap around the both of making Sonnettt relax in them.

“You did so amazing superstar.” You whisper in her ear, kissing it lightly.

“Nooo, my Mama.” Bella wined, pushing her Mommy away.

“But she was mine first.” You said, jutting your bottom lip out.

“You guys can share.” Your wife said, kissing your lips and Bella’s forehead.

People clearing their throat interrupts you little family moment. You and Emily turn around to see the whole team standing. Some staring in shock, others in confusion.

“I think you got some explaining to do Sonny.”

“Alright, fine. Can we wait until later? Little miss here needs to take a nap soon. Everyone can just meet in my room.”

“How about everyone freshens up and we all meet at our place in like… 4 hours? We can have a late lunch, early dinner. I can cook.” You suggest.

“Oh, you don’t have to. We can all bring some things.” Alex says.

“No, no. I insist.”

“It’s settled then, Bye everyone!” Emily said, walking away with a sleepy Bella in her arms.

“See y’all soon.”

Dropping both your wife and daughter at home, you go to the grocery store to buy some ingredients for the dinner.

Couple hours later, all the food is cooked and laid out around the kitchen, buffet style. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it.” You wife shouts from the living room.

“Hey, guys. Welcome to my home. Come in. Come in. Let’s go to the kitchen. Babe they’re here!”

“Hey, guys. Welcome. Before we start getting to know each other, let me just tell you what I made so that’s out of the way.” You walk further in the kitchen with them following not far behind. “Okay so for starters, I just made a basic caesar salad. For the main, I made some seafood paella and roast chicken. And mac and cheese. Simple.” Walking to the other side of the island, “Over here, I made another caesar salad, but it’s vegan. Uh, this is some bolognese with high-protein mushroom and lentils mixed in with some hand cut pasta. And some butternut squash curry. All vegan. And dessert, we have peanut butter cookie bars and a chocolate cake with light mousse frosting. Again, all vegan.” You turn towards Alex. “Emily mentioned you were vegan and I wanted to make sure you had options that isn’t basically just leaves.”

“You made all this? From scratch?”

“Yeah, so, dig in everyone!”

Once everyone is settled in the backyard, Ashlyn asked the important question, “How’d you guys get together?”

“It’s a really funny story actually…”

[storiesbyrhi]

Angel of the First Degree - Chapter 7: Prizes

Eddie Munson x Chubby & Inexperienced!Reader 4511 words Series Masterlist

Previous Chapters: 1 - Valium; 2 - Carrie; 3: Honey; 4: Starcourt; 5: Buzzkill; 6: Monsterous

Warnings: Anxiety; fatphobia including internalised; drug use; bullying; body issues; discussion of body function and fluids; period shame/stigma; disclosure of sexual assault (chapter 2); disordered eating and thoughts of food; shitty/abusive/critical parents; porn magazines; smut; reference to suicide (specifically Virginia Woolf's); no beta; warnings updated each chapter

Synopsis: When Eddie Munson finds you in the midst of a panic attack, it is the beginning of something. A fic featuring body and sex positivity, Eddie in a dress, soft small moments, scary big truths, and all the usual special feelings you’d expect from one of my stories.

Chapter Summary: This machine slays dragons.

At first, you tried to be exactly what you thought the ‘right’ thing was. Small. Quiet. Helpful. Clean. Sanitised.

If you weren’t doing homework, you were cleaning. Eddie had to literally drag you away from it sometimes. He’d pretend it was a game, kidnap the princess, but he knew he couldn’t convince you with words. Meals were cooked for Eddie and Wayne, but left mostly unconsumed by you. The washing was always in rotation. The dishes always done. Even the shower and bathtub were sparkling.

“It’s been a month,” Wayne said with a sigh. He and Eddie were sitting on the couch on the porch while you were having a shower. “Thought she’d have settled in by now,”

“Me too,” Eddie admitted.

Both the men had chalked it up to the shock of what happened, then to the stress of mid-year exams. But they had come and gone, aced by you and passed by Eddie. So, it was setting them on edge, having you slink around the trailer, trying to be useful but unnoticed. They were worried about your eating. They both hated to think you felt you owed something to them, owed them utility.

“I’ve been trying to figure out how to talk to her… about her parents and… everything.”

He really had. He even did what was absolutely against his nature and better judgment – he asked an adult for help. He had sat across from Ms. Kelley and been as vague as he could be.

“I have this friend… She’s been through some shit. I just… I don’t know. I don’t always know how to talk to her? I did at the start. But things got worse for her. Now it’s harder.”

Eddie remembered that you had said Ms. Kelley wasn’t much help to you. He was disappointed to find much the same. It was stock standard psychobabble. Discouraged but determined, Eddie asked one more person. His freshmen year woodwork teacher.

“Munson?! No. Get out. I’ve already had a fire and a sophomore cut the top of his thumb off this week. Even seeing you in here is giving me hives,” Mr. Barnes said as soon as he clocked Eddie’s wild mane walk into the shed.

Eddie threw his hands up in surrender. “Just need to ask you something. Need some advice,”

“Whatever it is – no. Stop. Don’t. Give up. It’s not worth it,”

“Nice to see your chipper optimism hasn’t waned since I graced your roll call,” Eddie said with a grin. “I’m serious though. It’s about a girl,”

“Your ex-cheerleader Virginia Woolf girlfriend?”

“Jeez. I mean, she cries a lot but she’s not throwing herself into Lover’s Lake. Not on my watch,”

“Right. What do you want, Munson?”

“I just need to know how to… cut through the bullshit. All the sadness and self-hate that being a cheerleader with shitty parents did to her. And, you’re a straight shooter, right? No bullshit. Honest. So… How do you do it? How do I do it?”

“Firstly, if you think I talk like this to my wife, you’re insane. Second…” Mr. Barnes sighed in the same way Wayne tended to. “You’ve always been a good kid. Just be yourself, Munson. Look after her like you do with all those weird freshmen that follow you around. I don’t know. I’m a shop teacher, not a goddamn marriage counsellor,”

“Right. Sorry,” Eddie replied, nodding and stepping to leave. “And, uh, sorry about the fire. And thumb. Also – there’s a rumour going around that the basketball team is going to break in a steal a bunch of tools for some senior prank thing? Heads up, I guess,”

“Jesus fucking Christ. Carver is a hypocritical pious little shit,” Mr. Barnes muttered, storming past Eddie and leaving him alone in the woodwork shed.

Just be yourself.

Look after her.

All in all, it wasn’t bad advice.

…

There was not a single thing left to do. Both you and Eddie had finished your homework. The trailer was clean. Eddie had found a barrel to set fire to a bunch of trash, letting it get co-opted by other park residents. You’d even cleaned out the van.

“Angel, come ‘ere,” Eddie called from the bedroom.

You had been standing in the kitchen, deciding if it was too early to start on lunch.

“Here here,” Eddie ordered, patting the bed when you arrived in the room. You climbed next to him, sat cross-legged between his legs. He stared at you, making you feel hot and uncomfortable. “I, uh, I’m… worried about you?” The inflection in the sentence hooked up at the end like a question. “Just want to check in. We haven’t really talked properly since… you know.”

In addition to not having talked properly, you also hadn’t let him bundle you up in his arms properly, kissed properly, or slept properly. Eggshells. All the fucking time.

“I’m fine,”

“Yeah, but you’re not. Not really,” Eddie said as gently as he could. “Listen, I get not wanting to talk about shit. So, I’m not gonna force you to talk about your feelings or go see a shrink or anything. But you act more like a maid than like someone that lives here. This is your home. And I don’t know if it was stupid of me to think, but I kinda thought you’d be happier here. With me. But… I don’t know if you are.”

The broken cognition in your mind gave you faulty logic. If Eddie thought you were unhappy living in the trailer, that meant he was unhappy with you living in the trailer. You started to cry.

Eddie was relieved when you went ragdoll in his arms as he pulled you across the bed and into his lap. He held you tight.

“I love you. I just… I need you to tell me how to help you. I’m going crazy here. And this isn’t… I’m not trying to be an asshole, but you’re kinda going crazy too. You’ve cleaned the oven like three times this week. What do you need, angel? I’ll do anything.”

It was easier to cry than speak, so you did until you couldn’t anymore. Eddie rocked you, kissed the top of your head, held you so tightly you thought you might fall apart when he let go, which you hoped he never would.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for. Like I said, it was stupid to think you’d be… cured… by being here,”

“I am happier here,”

“‘K, that’s good. I’m happier with you here. I’d rather you be sad here with me, where I can try to look after you, than sad anywhere else. I mean, I’d rather you be happy, but it’s okay for that to be a work in progress,”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you said, making an admission that you’d been avoiding. “Everything is… it’s good right now, you know? I don’t get yelled at every day. I did good on the mid-year exams. Hayley hasn’t done anything in a while. I don’t know why I feel like this.”

Eddie understood. It was only in the safe, warm, quiet of Wayne’s trailer that he really began to feel the effects of what his own parents had done. “You’ve been in survival mode. An’ not just since Andy and quitting cheerleading. Forever? Maybe? I don’t know. A long time. Takes a while for all that shit to get out your system. But you gotta let it, you know?”

“I don’t know how,” you said, reminding Eddie of a mouse in the pocket of someone who doesn’t understand their strength. Small. Afraid. Vulnerable.

“Less cleaning, for one. Looking after yourself more,” Eddie suggested.

“You mean eat more.”

Eddie can’t remember if you’ve ever directly acknowledged the disordered eating. Hesitant to scare you away from the topic, he paused, but he decided he couldn’t leave the call unanswered. “Yeah. When you didn’t eat lunch at school you’d say it was ‘cause you had a big breakfast or had some fancy dinner thing going on. But you can’t use that excuse now, you know?”

When you nodded, Eddie took it as a huge step forward. He continued, “And, maybe we can do it together. Break some bad habits. I’ll smoke less and you can eat more,”

“We should get a sticker chart,” you joked.

Eddie snorted, then went quiet. “Actually, I might be dumb enough for that to work,”

“You’re not dumb!” you quickly countered, sitting up a little to look at him with your best angry face.

“Oh, sorry. Forgot that you’re the only one allowed to talk shit about yourself,” Eddie quipped.

Angrier face. Too cute. Eddie caught you in a kiss and melted as you kissed him back. Properly.

…

“What happens when we get to the end? It says here we get prizes.”

Eddie and Wayne both looked over at you in unison, mirroring each other in a sweet Munson moment. You were standing at the fridge looking at the charts. Eddie had bought them from the grocery store. They were clearly aimed at families with children, meant to reward behaviours like doing their homework or brushing their teeth. Primary colours and creepy smiley faces.

You were putting a sticker on yours for eating a decent size meal on Saturday night. Eddie was on his way to one for not having an after dinner cigarette.

“Guess that’s Wayne’s job as the designated adult,” Eddie said with a shit-eating grin.

Wayne grumbled, but said, “Fresh guitar strings,” as he pointed at Eddie. It wiped the grin off his face. “And, uh, ‘nother one of those teddies you like?”

Eddie was almost embarrassed at the kindness. He should have been used to Wayne’s goodness, but sometimes it still threw him. He looked over at your brilliant smile.

“I can make a Wayne bear!” you preened.

Wayne was concerned at the sound of that, but you seemed happy, so he was too. He nodded at you, then started looking through his box of records. “Alright, kids. This week’s lesson is gonna be…”

When Eddie had first come to him, he tried to make the boy feel more at home by, well, making a home. Dinners together. Movie nights. That kind of thing. He hadn’t talked it through with Eddie, but he figured it would work with you too.

Once a week, Wayne would cook something with a lot of vegetables, then proceed to give you young people an education. Bob Dylan. The Rolling Stones. Willie Nelson. Johnny Cash. Creedence Clearwater Revival. And,

“Woody Guthrie.”

Wayne sat in the recliner and talked for a bit, and you and Eddie listened, enjoying the lesson. To keep Eddie from itching out of his skin, nicotine withdrawals hitting him hard, you made him sit on the floor while you lounged on the couch behind him, brushing his hair and massaging his scalp.

“Made friends with, ah, what’s his name? You were readin’ his book at the start of the year,” Wayne recalled. “The Mice…?”

“Of Mice and Men? John Steinbeck?!” you filled in the blanks. Eddie rolled his head back and looked up at you, smiling at the memory of the novel that played a role in bringing you together.

“That’s the one.”

At the end of the lesson, filled with mostly accurate information, the three of you listened to the rest of the record without speaking. As silence filled the room, Eddie repeated a phrase that Wayne had said.

This machine kills fascists.

“I have an idea,” he said suddenly, jumping up and running from the room, quickly returning with his acoustic guitar and a pot of his D&D miniature paint.

This machine slays dragons.

“What do ya think?” Eddie asked, holding his work up to the room.

Wayne laughed, shaking his head. “There was only one Woody Guthrie, but there’s only one Eddie Munson, huh?”

Eddie smiled ear to ear, then looked to you for more praise. You didn’t need to say anything; that starry-eyed I love you so much expression was plastered all over your face. He saw the way your feet had curled up in the pink socks with lace trim he’d bought you (for reasons…) and how you sucked in your bottom lip.

Eddie put the guitar down, then looked back to you. “You wanna go for a drive?”

You were nodding and up looking for shoes before he finished the question.

“You need anything while we’re out?” Eddie directed to his uncle, who shook his head and laughed to himself as he watched you both nearly fall down the front steps, too excited to be alone.

Eddie backed the van up and tore out of Forest Hills, clouds of dust blooming along the road.

…

There was a secret kept by the weirdos of Hawkins – the location of a place safe from the judging eyes of churchgoers, the whisperings of cheerleaders, and the egos of basketballers. A place where boys would bring boys, and girls would bring girls. A place for breaking curfew and making vows.

It was behind the drive-in, hidden in the forest’s shadowy darkness. From its position, you could just make out the screen, perspective making it as small as a television. And sometimes, if the weather was right and nobody else was riding the radio waves, you could pick up the film’s audio too.

A couple of old unsalvageable cars had been left to rot there. Their seats had been pulled, left for the weirdo audience. The shells became metal to be smashed with bats and anything else, the punching bags for mistreated youth. Eddie himself had more than contributed to the carnage, kicking through one of the windscreens, watching it shatter into hundreds of pieces.

Eddie navigated back streets and dirt roads to the secret place, surprised that you hadn’t asked where he was taking you. You had been more than happy to curl up in the front seat, watch Hawkins get darker the further from the town centre you got. He parked on the side of an unmarked road and pulled a couple of old blankets from the back of the van.

“We’ve got to walk the rest of the way,” Eddie told you, holding his hand out for you to take.

“You just happen to have those?” you joked.

“Wish I could say I’m that organised, but they’re for the band gear. You know? So everythin’ doesn’t knock against each other.”

It was a short walk and a jump over a fence to get to the spot. There were two kids already there, spray paint cans in hand as they tagged the cars. You recognised them from school – juniors that hung out in the safety of the library.

“Munson,” one of them greeted.  

“Hey, man,” Eddie replied, holding his hand out for some sort of half handshake half fist bump motion. “I’ll give you guys twenty to find somewhere else to be?”

“Yeah, dude. Sweet.”

Eddie handed over the money and the boys disappeared the way you’d arrived.

Eddie turned to see you look down the hill at the drive-in, Stand By Me playing. “You know that’s based on a Stephen King book,”

“Really? Doesn’t seem like his thing,” Eddie replied.

“That’s ‘cause you’ve only read his spooky stuff. And I mean, even the spooky stuff is actually about the horrors of growing up. Monstrous adults. Loss of innocence,”

“You’re so smart,”

“Shut up,” you replied with a huff, sitting down on the ripped-out back seat of one of the cars, putting your feet up on the milk crate table.

Eddie sat next to you and cast the blankets over you both. “Never.” He grabbed the radio that sat on the crate table and started tuning it.

“Does that just live here?”

“Yeah. Last one to leave puts it in the boot so it doesn’t get rained on or smashed up,”

“Last one of… who? What is this place?”

“It’s Hawkins’ best kept secret.” Eddie found what he was looking for – not the audio to Stand By Me, but a radio station that passed the very high standard of Munson musical acceptance. “Sooooooo,”

“What?” you replied, turning to face Eddie, letting him scoop your legs up and hang them over his.

“How are you, you know, doing?”

“Right now, or in general?”

“Both,”

“In general, better. But you know it’s only been, like, a week, right?”

“Yeah,” Eddie said. “But it’s been a good week,”

“Yeah. It has,” you agreed.

“And right now?”

“Now, I ammmmm…” You paused for dramatic effect, watched how Eddie’s eyes reflected the moon. He was beautiful in any light, but basking in the very last of summer’s night time warmth, he was glorious. “Good. I feel… Hope,”

“Hope,” Eddie repeated and the word sounded like a prayer.

“That’s a big thing… for someone like me. You know? Optimism,”

“I know. I get it.” He pulled you towards him so he could kiss your forehead. “I love you,”

“I love you too. Like, probably an unhealthy amount,”

“Oh, the flattery. You’re killin’ me, angel,” Eddie sang, planting a gross, wet, and wonderful kiss on your lips. You giggled and pushed him away, which only made him tighten his grip on you. “If you want to talk about unhealthy, I have a list of thoughts that would totally get me locked up.”

You laughed at his hyperbole. “In jail or an asylum?”

“Both. Asylum for the criminally insane,”

“Eddie, you’re literally the sweetest person I have ever met,”

“Shhhh. We’ve talked about this!” Eddie whispered, looking around with wide eyes as if he was scared someone would hear.

“Oh right, sorry. Your scary reputation,”

“Mean and scary.”

You laughed again, deeply. It was Eddie’s favourite sound. Better than music. When you settled back in his arms, you looked at him, smiling. He could see something in you that had been missing since the night you let him touch you and all hell broke loose. It was like you had settled back into your skin, finally, after six long weeks.

Eddie ran his knuckles gently along the line of your jaw, upwards, until he could thread his fingers into your hair. “I love you so fucking much,” he said, voice low.

He kissed you with so much neediness that you couldn’t help but smile into his mouth. He never gave you the chance to say it back. Kiss after kiss after kiss. When you felt short of oxygen, you nuzzled into his neck as he kissed yours, nipping and sucking freely. There was nobody to be wary of anymore.  

“Good?” Eddie managed to mumble out.

“Uh-huh.”

One hand was under your shirt, sitting on the warm skin just below your bra, Eddie’s other slipped between your thighs, holding on for dear life. You had one arm wrapped around his neck for support, while your free hand couldn’t decide between clutching his necklace and running your hand up his chest under his t-shirt.

“I want,” you tried, breathless and drunk on love. Eddie paused for only a second before returning to your neck, breath hot against you. “To try… To… do more.” It was all he was going to get, but it was enough to make him groan and let go of your body to hold your face in his hands.

“Anythin’. I’ll give you anything you want,” he babbled. You liked this part. Between the sweetness and the sex there were the moments where Eddie was a mess, only a few minutes from regaining his composure but it was just long enough for you to soak up some confidence.

You wanted him to want you. In that simplicity, you were already satisfied. You wanted him to do what he wanted, to be rewarded for his patience and tenderness.

“I want you to do what you want,” you said so quickly it almost sounded like one word.

Eddie pulled away at that and looked at you carefully. Whatever he was searching for in your face, he found it, moving quickly and not requiring further instruction. He slid you off his lap and pulled the blanket from both of you. On his feet he chucked the blanket over you playfully, making you laugh as you got your head out from under it.

A lascivious grin and he was on his knees, the grassy forest floor hardly a comfortable cushion for them but Eddie wasn’t thinking about any part of himself. He had his hands on your hips, fingers wriggling to get under the waistband of your acid wash jeans.

“Can I?” he asked in a gentle voice that was in graphic contrast to everything else about him. You nodded and didn’t stop, even when he was unbuttoning and pulling your jeans down your legs.

Eddie kissed the top of your feet, your ankles, and behind your knees. He was working his way back up to you, leaving licked trails and quick kisses in his wake. When he was back at your underwear, he looked up at you to check in. Your head was rested against the seat, leaving you to face up at the night sky, stars sparkling just for you.

When he pulled your underwear down, Eddie was thrilled to find you had not talked yourself into a haphazard attempt at removing any pubic hair. You were always messing with your eyebrows and legs and he would never have said anything, but fuck, he was a happy man.

“Such a good girl,” he said almost by accident, but the way you wriggled at the praise caused Eddie to double down. “Yeah, angel? You’re perfect.” He couldn’t see the blush burn your cheeks, which was an awful shame. He would have loved it.

The gasp cut through the stillness around you. You almost startled yourself with it. But the feeling of Eddie’s tongue making contact with the most sensitive part of you was cataclysmic. His arms hooked around your thighs, pulling you closer to him and him deeper into you.

Your hands waved around looking for something. One landed in Eddie’s hair, immediately tangling into the curls. The other found Eddie’s hand. He took yours, somehow managing to rub his thumb along your skin, like he wasn’t doing ten other things at once.

It was harder to breathe and you felt so hot, pushing the blanket not just off but away from you entirely. You thought maybe Eddie should fold it up to kneel on, but thinking was a mistake. Another thought popped into your head. What if those kids came back? What if someone else arrived? What if someone was watching?

“Angel, you with me?” Eddie’s voice brought you back down to earth. He was looking at you, lips wet and eyes concerned.

You nodded. “Yes. Yes. Ah-huh,” you answered.

Eddie grinned, and kept his eyes on you as he returned to work. He watched as your head lolled back again and your mouth opened. When he was sure he had you, he let his eyes close like yours.

He didn’t know exactly what he was doing, but what he lacked in experience he made up for in confidence. You wouldn’t have known the difference, and it didn’t matter anyway. Eddie felt you climbing and climbing closer and closer. He kept a strong hold on your hand, and with his other, he helped you along.

Eddie didn’t think he was moving with any sort of hesitation, so maybe you just knew what he needed to hear. “It’s okay,” you said on a breath out. Your history with, well, fingers, was complicated. But, you didn’t just trust Eddie – you wanted him entirely. “I’m okay. You can… Please.”

Your good manners were going to be the death of him.

Although you were plenty wet, Eddie spat on his fingers before gently slipping one into you. Your back arched and you pushed his head harder against you, much to Eddie’s infinite delight. When he had you panting, he added a second finger, never letting his mouth leave you for long.

Eddie’s movements were all synchronised, melodic even. His thumb running back and forth over your hand. His fingers curling inside you, pumping fast enough to have your legs shaking on either side of his head. His tongue lapping around his fingers and up to your clit, where he’d stop to suck, forcing whines to come from your mouth.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he crooned. He thought he heard you try to say his name. “S’okay, I got you.”

Eddie remembered then, once before you had asked him to keep talking. The closer you got to an orgasm, the more Eddie focused on the pacing of his fingers, but he kept his mouth to you, talking almost against your skin.

“Come on, angel,” he whispered with increasing desperation. “You can do this. I got you. I got you, baby.” The talking – it was working. You were writhing and whimpering and nodding. Eddie grinned. “Such a good girl. Such a good, good girl. Yeah?” He definitely heard a broken ‘ah-huh’ come from you. “You so soft, baby. My little angel.”

You were so close. It was all consuming. You’d lost control of your body at least ten minutes ago, somewhere at the point of fingers. Eyes shooting open, you let go of Eddie’s hand to pull at his hair with both your hands and you just… let go.

It wasn’t like with the other girls. The wetness that pooled around his fingers and dripped along his arm. The way your body clenched around him, then shuddered erratically as you came down from the high.

Eddie licked you clean, kissed you once more, then stood. He pressed your legs together, then stranded you on the seat, holding his weight above you, a hand against the backrest on either side of your head. With your eyes closed and your mouth in a wide, closed-lipped smile, you looked stupidly happy.

Eddie laughed and kissed your forehead. “Come on, angel. Let’s go get milkshakes.” And just like that, he was up again, helping you stand on shaky legs and step into your underwear and jeans. “You good?” he asked when you still hadn’t spoken.

You looked at him, mouth open ready, but nothing came out. You just nodded, gave him that same stupid love drunk smile.

“Did I do that good?” Eddie asked with a chuckle.

“Mmmhmm,” you replied, biting your lip.

“For the record,” he said, taking your hand and setting off back in the direction of the van. “You taste good, babe. Tupelo honey good.”

You cackled with laughter. “Did you have that one all lined up ready to go?!”

“Ah-hah!” Eddie yelled, coming to an abrupt halt, turning around after you bumped into him. “I knew that would get you talking,”

“Shut up,” you deflected, walking around him. “I want a strawberry milkshake.”

Eddie jogged to catch up, grabbing you around the waist and walking with you step by step, making the walk back physically awkward, but beautifully happy and perfectly carefree. Finally, something perfect.

NEXT CHAPTER: Interlude

End Note: Okay, so how perfect was it that I used Of Mice and Men in the beginning of this fic, then we get 'this machine slays dragons,' and Guthrie and Steinbeck being friends. Oh yeah, it's all coming together.

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Forever you

Sam Mewis x fem reader 

Sam Mewis x fem reader

 Y/N Pov.

“Okay, He’s just not that into you or My big feet greek weeding?” Sam asks as I exit the bathroom, I laugh as I see her.

She’s in her favorite grey Nike hoodie; her blanked pulled up to her chest, cuddled in.

“Sam-“ I say but she cuts me off.

“No we’re not watching Tomb Rider again, we watched this movie like a 100 times.”

“Sam.” I repeat and she finally stops scrolling through Netflix and looks up at me.

“I can’t watch a movie with you tonight, Kelley set up a Date with me, some friend of her that lives here.” I explain and see her jaw drop.

“I’m sorry.” I add but she shakes her head.

“No, go. You shouldn’t let them wait.” She says and I nod.

“Okay, see you later.” I say, grabbing my key, wallet, phone and a jacket.

This is the last Camp this year and it’s in Santa Barbara, Sam and I are roommates. Honestly I just love it, she is one of my favorites on the team (Even I would never say that out loud).

I see Kelley standing in the hotel lobby with some guy.

“Oh, this is Y/N, Y/N my old friend Brian.” She introduces me and he smiles at me politely.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” he says and I return his smile.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” I say, even I’m not sure if I really mean it.

“Great, have a nice evening you too now go.” Kelley interrupts almost kicking us out.

“Chill.” I say and follow Brian.

He leads me to his car and we drive to a fancy restaurant somewhere near the beach.

“So what position do you play in?” he asks after the waiter brought or drinks and took or orders.

“Midfielder, what do you do for living?” I ask back and he starts a whole speech about his work as a High School teacher and what excuses his students tell him why they couldn’t make their homework.  

I nod and smile, try to laugh about some things but it just gets more boring, the food is great. And when he goes to pay at the waitress table I take a look at my phone, I missed a call from my mom and there’s a message from Kelley asking how it goes. But I only have eyes for the background, it’s a picture of Sam and me from last year. We had a Camp two weeks before Christmas and they decided it would be a funny idea to go around to hotel, caroling. Sam dressed up as reindeer and I as a elf, she carried me on her back around and it was honestly just hilarious.

I want her to be her instant of that boring teacher guy, Sam would be funny and make me laugh the whole time, while we play smash or pass with the other guest and share dessert like we always do.

Fuck I miss her right now.

 “So Y/N, I really loved our dinner but should we take this date somewhere else?” Brian asks as we leave the restaurant.

“Uhm…I would love to but I have practice in the morning and it’s already late.” I lie, tomorrow is my day off, I just don’t want to “Take this date somewhere else” if you know what I mean.

“That’s okay, I’ll give you a ride back.” He says and gives me a smile as we walk back to his car.

 Sam Pov.

I watch Y/N leave and wipe a tear away as she closes the door behind her, she looked so breathtaking, the dress/suit hugging all her curves perfectly.

I let out a sigh and turn the TV off, a couple of minutes later there’s a knock on the door and I practically run to open the door. Maybe it’s Y/N and she decided to stay.

“Hey, sis.” Kristie says as I open the door.

“Hi.” I say, trying to hide my disappointment.

“The team wants to make a movie night and I wanted to ask if you and Y/N are coming.” She explains and I shrug.

“Y/N isn’t here, she has a date.”

“Oh…Sam…I’m so sorry.” Kristie says and hugs me, I told her about my feelings for Y/N shortly after I realized it.

“Come on, you need to get your mind of her.” She says, taking my hand as she steps back.

“I don’t know.” I say but she cuts me off.

“I won’t take no as an answer, come.” She pulls me out of the room and down the hall, we stop at Alex and Kellys room, most of the girls are already there and I sit down next to Pino.

“Okay please anything but Love-Drama I can’t take the “Oh my god I love you but we can’t be together” movies right now.” Sonnett demands as she and Abby come in with snacks in their hands.

“Okay, any suggestions?” Alex asks, scrolling through Netflix.

“Tomb Rider.” I say, suddenly feeling the wish to watch Y/Ns favorite movie.

“Yeah but the new one.” Pino answers and somehow everyone is okay with the movie choice.

 At the scene where Lara ends on the island after the boat sank, I miss Y/N usual comment about how hot Alicia Vikander looks. I pull my phone out of my pocket and the first things I see is her smile as my background picture. It’s from last Christmas, I’m dressed as a reindeer, Y/N is on my back dressed as a elf, she looks so beautiful in the green suit, laughing about something I’ve said, holding onto my shoulders. I can exactly remember the moment after, she leant down to kiss my nose and left a red lipstick mark there.

“Now you look like Rudolph.” She whispered and laughed at my face, sadly the person that took the photo already walked away so this moment only exist in our memory.  

There I can still feel her lips against my skin, I can hear her laugh, I can smell her sweet sent, that’s where I can still feel her.

That’s what I’m missing in the last months, I feel like I can’t feel her anymore. We’re drifting apart and every time I try to hold her she’s slipping through my fingers, it’s like I would try to catch smoke with my bare hands.

I put my phone away and stand up.

“I’m gonna go back to my room, I’m really tired.” I excuse myself and they nod, only Kristie gives me a knowing look.

 I lay down in my bed and look over at Y/Ns empty bed, there’s a stuffed animal sitting next to her pillow, another memory rushes through my mind.

“Come on, Sammy please. I can’t do it because of my hand.” Y/N begged, we we’re at the beach in Los Angeles and stooped at a sport store. Apparently if you could hold yourself on a pull-up bar for more than a minute you win something. Y/N broke her wrist a couple of weeks ago, she could still play soccer but wasn’t allowed to do anything with her hand.

After a couple of minutes I gave in and managed it to hold myself for three minutes, Y/N chooses a grey elephant. “He is a Salvador Dali elephant and his name is Samanther.” She said with a serious voice, I laughed about the fact that she named him after my nickname.

I get up and grab the elephant before laying back down, holding the animal close to my chest. “Why can’t you just want me?” I whisper to Y/N’s empty bed “Why can’t you be mine.”

  Third Person Pov.

It’s almost 1 in the morning when Y/N enters the hotel again, Brian tried to kiss her as they arrived at the hotel earlier that night but she leant back, not wanting it at all.

Instate of going inside she decided to go for a walk, clearing her mind a bit and the cold night air helped her relaxing.

Sams bedside lamp is still on but the blond midfielder is asleep when Y/N comes in, she goes into the bathroom and chances into her pjs and brushing her teeth, when she goes back to her bed she notices the grey elephant is gone.

As she looks around she sees Sam is holding something close to her chest, just a grey ear looks out under her blanket, slowly trying not to wake her up Y/N kneels down in front of her.

She watches the sleeping woman for a while, admiring her, with her thumb she touches Sams cheek, feeling the soft and warm skin under her.

Out of a sudden, Sam opens her warm blue eyes, looking back at Y/N, there’s not a single word spoken, there’s no need to.

Slowly and as gentle as possible Sam cups Y/N check with her hand, leaning forward but still her eyes are looked with Y/N’s.

They lean closer and just when there about to feel each other’s lips, Y/N closes her eyes and Sam does the same. And without a single back thought or worry but finally they meet in a soft, loving kiss, sharing feelings they both hold back for so long, in attempting to not ruin their friendship.

When air becomes a problem they pull away, but there still close enough to feel each other’s breath against their skin.

“I love you and fuck I’ve loved you for so long, to long.” Sam whispers in the space between them, breaking the silence.

“Samantha I love you with everything that I am and I feel the love that I have for you even in the last tiny corner in my heart.” Y/N answers and somehow it’s obvious now, both of them realizing the sings they ignored for too long.

The moments they caught the other one staring, the times they feel asleep watching movies just to wake up cuddled close together, the team meetings where they always sat next to each other, or the late night talks they had.    

Sam wraps her arms around the other woman and pulls her into bed next to her, holding her close to her chest, like the elephant before.

And for a long time, they just lay there, holding onto each other, feeling each other’s fast heartbeat.

“Why did you go out with him?” Sam suddenly asks, remembering why Y/N weren’t there when she fell asleep.

“It was Kelley’s idea, she wanted to get my mind onto something else, but it was really boring.” Y/N answers, turning onto her stomach, looking up at Sam.

“He is nothing compared to you. You are the only one I want, I want your loud, funny, charming and sometimes foolish everything. I want you.”

“You are everything I want too, everything and more.” Sam says, letting a tear falling down. She doesn’t care what happens outside this room, there’s nothing that could make her leave, not even if the world was ending right now, the only place she would want to be is here, safely wrapped in Y/N’s arms,

 3 years later:

Y/N takes Sam’s hands in hers as she smiles at her.

“Samantha, I love you with everything that I am and I feel the love that I have for you even in the last tiny corner in my heart. You are my person, my favorite, my best friend and the love of my life. There wasn’t a single day in the last three years that I didn’t think of you. I love every little moment we shared together and I love that even when we lost both sets of our car keys that we still could laugh about it. And still after all this years of knowing each other we still have something to talk about every time we two are together, we never got bored of each other, I honestly just can’t get enough of you, you still make my heart jump when you smile at me and I still feel like my skin is on fire when you touch me. Love isn’t easy, it’s not perfect but loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done and to me you are perfect, in every way. I will be there for you, as your wife, your friend, your team mate, your soul mate. I love you and all I have left to say is that I’m gonna love you till the day I die. ” Y/N ends, watching a tear running down Sam’s face, but she isn’t the only one crying today.

“Y/N, my lover, my bestie, my everything. When we first meet, a part of me knew that you’re something special and that you will take a special place in my heart, but I never imagined that I would end up here, marrying the love of my life, the person that knows everything about me and never gets bored of my creasy ass, I never imagined that you’d be my forever. But now, I am so happy that I get to call you mine, for the rest of my life, I love you!”

It takes much for them not just to kiss now, instead they wipe there tears away.

“Y/N.” the weeding officant says making both of them look at him.

“Do you take Samantha June Mewis as your lawfully wedded wife, for better or for worse, in good times and bad, for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” Y/N answers, sliding a ring onto Sam’s left ring finger.

“Samantha, do you take Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N as your lawfully weeded wife, for better or for worse, in good times and bad, for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” Sam answers, sliding a ring onto Y/N’s left ring finger.

“By these acts and according to the laws of the State of Massachusetts I hereby pronounce you wife and wife.”

There family’s and close friends cheer behind them as the couple leans in, kissing each other softly, letting each other feel there love.

“I love you.” Y/N whispers as they pull away.

“I love you too, Mrs Mewis.”

 It was a small weeding, only close friends and family, many people would think it wasn’t a perfect day to get married, it was a cold rainy December day in Boston, but for Sam and Y/N it was perfect. Not just because it was exactly two years, two months and two days after their first kiss, it was perfect because they had each other and that was enough.

They love each other and that’s enough for them.

That’s everything they ever need.

And everything they could care about in the moment they shared their first kiss as a married couple.

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Girlfriends Share Clothes (Christen Press x reader)

Anon Request:Pleas do a Christen x reader imagine. The Media and by extend all their teammates find out they are dating because in pictures they post Christen somehow always ends up wearing readers clothes.

You stood in the doorway as you watched your girlfriend riffle through your closet.

In this moment you stay quiet, admiring her from a distance.

This had become somewhat of a habit. Christen loves to wear your clothes despite the numerous times you told her that it would lead to questions.

The thing about been a professional athlete is that everyone wants to know everything about you. So when you and Christen started dating, she suggested that you kept it between the two of you. At first it worried you, did she want to keep it a secret because she was ashamed? However Christen make it very clear that she would love nothing more than to tell the world about how much she loved you but then the rest of the world would get involved in your relationship and the both of you didn’t want that.

“You know it’s considered rude to stare?” Christen says not taking her eyes off your hoodie collection.

“I’m not staring, just admiring the view” 

You walk over to Christen, wrapping your arms around her waist, resting your chin on her shoulder.

“You know, you will probably find more of my clothes in your closet” You joke as you place a kiss on her cheek.

Christen turns around draping her arms around you neck.

“You have been shopping” she says playfully

You roll your eyes, of course Christen was already eyeing up your new clothes.

“Well I kinda had to. Someone keeps stealing hoodies, sweatpants, t-shirts “ you count each item of clothing on your fingers “In fact they like to take everything”.

Christen pouts “But they smell like you”

“Only if you let me wear them” you say poking holes in her logic.

“That is true. You can wear these and I will keep the ones I have” 

“People are going to catch on Chris. Especially if you keep posting photos wearing my clothes on Instagram” you thought it was cute but some fans already have already started to speculate.

Christen doesn’t say anything. You look in her eyes and you know exactly what she is thinking.

“Or is that the point?”

Your girlfriend simply shrugs her shoulders, you shake your head in response.

“This will be fun” you tell her.

“Not as fun as this” Christen says.

She leans forward, connecting her lips to yours. What is calm at first soon turns passionate as Christen deepens the kiss. You hold on her hips become tighter before Christens jumps, her legs now around your waist. You carry her though to the bedroom, it didn’t matter if she was wearing her clothes or yours, they were coming off.

The next morning you leave for national camp. Last time you made the extra effort to arrive separately so your friends don’t suspect anything. This time however you arrived together and it does not go unnoticed.

“And now you carpool?” Allie says when she sees you and Christen arrive.

“You know me, all about saving the environment one step at a time” You joke.

“But I thought you spent the off season in New York and Christen was in LA” Alex says joining in the torment.

So it begins, the sleuthing of the USWNT.

You turn to look at Christen, she should take this one.

“I had an event in New York and met up with Y/N afterwards” Christen says.

“Christen then suggested have a little road trip” You decide to throw a little truth in there.

“Is that all this is?” Kelley says suspiciously.

“I have no idea what you are talking about” you say waving the defender off. 

At the team meeting you learn that you all have an open training session later on in the day. They were always fun because you got to goof around a little which made the session a little bit easier to enjoy.

When you get ready you change in your USWNT shorts, vest and hoodie or at least what you thought were yours.

Training was certainly interesting, to say the least. Everyone split up into the two teams and would spend the majority of training separately so you didn’t notice when Christen took her jacket off.

“Christen is looking good today” Sonny tells you.

“Excuse me?” You say shocked at her admission. 

“I agree, especially in that vest. Don’t you think Y/N?” Kelley asks.

How strange you thought, everyone was wearing the same vest. It isn’t until Christen turns to face you that you realise why Sonny and Kelley made their comments.

Slap bang in the middle of the vest was a number but it wasn’t 23, it was 7 which was your number.

You tug on your hoodie so that you can see your vest and low and behold yours said 23, let the teasing begin.

What’s worse is that fans were here and the media. You knew that you and Christen would be allover social media by the end of the day.

You were going to kill Christen.

“Screw it” you say taking your hoodie.

Kelley and Sonny fake a gasp, you roll your eyes in response.

“Press” You run towards the forward.

You watch as she furrows her brows, clearly she hasn’t noticed the little mix up. Judging by the rest of the team’s faces, they did.

“What’s up?” She ask innocently.

You have to tell yourself to focus, do not get distracted by Christen’s, well her everything.

“Nice vest” You tell her, looking to her vest then back to her.

She copies your eye movement before gasping and covering her mouth, similar to what to Sonny and Kelley did.

The rest of the team tease the both of your for the majority of training. The team photographer even asked for a photo of the two of you to show the mix up. You were tempted to ask Christen to swap but the damage had already been done.

As predicated by the time everyone meets up for the team meal you and Christen were trending on social media.

“Have you seen this?” Pinoe asks as you and Christen approach the table.

“Hard not to” You say slightly pissed off at the situation.

It wasn’t just the vest mix up that was on instagram. Your fans had decided to breakdown every time you wore something of Christens, when she wore something of yours and when you two were in the place but nobody ever realised. 

You knew this was going to happen but you had hoped that you were going have a few more weeks inside yours and Christen’s little bubble.

“Your fans are genius’, they have all these theories” 

“Y/N last year you told us you went on a solo trip to Italy but Christen posted a photo and the backgrounds are identical”

“And this ring” Kelley holds up your hand “is Christen’s”

To be fair, you were surprised that they hadn’t spotted the ring sooner. Christen used to wear it 24/7 then she gave it you and you now wear it 24/7.

This is how the next hour went. Each player would bring up a fan account post and quiz the two of you on it.

Your were reaching your limit, there is only so much you can take. 

Christen on the other hand seemed cool as a cucumber, or so you thought.

“Oh my god, that hoodie is Y/N’s” Alex says pointing to the hoodie Christen was currently wearing “She used to wear it constantly at camp last year”

“And the joggers you were wearing when you arrived this morning, look Y/N is wearing them in this post” Allie shows her phone to the table.

“Girlfriends share clothes, what’s the big deal!!” Christen is the first to crack.

You throw your hands in the air before sinking into your seat.

“I knew it!” Sonny says

“I told you so” Kelley tells Alex.

Christen lays her head on your shoulder “Sorry”

“No need to apologise, now I tell the world that you are all mine”

[mushrubes]

10 | Trouble

I was made for lovin’ you

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Pairing : Eddie Munson x (they/them) Henderson! reader

Summary : Robin and Nancy find out new information which leads them one step closer to figuring the murders out meanwhile the other’s break into the school to retrieve some ‘highly personal’ profiles as well as Max having her first vision.

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"Anything...juicy over there?" Robin queried. Nancy looked at the next page, huffing. "Nothing new." she huffed, Robin agreeing. Victor seemed like a normal guy. Dead family, missing eyes, took a plea deal, sent to Pennhurst." Robin read out, Nancy losing hope. "What are we looking for exactly? Any mention of dark wizards or alternate dimensions? Things in that vein?" Robin asked. "I don't know. Okay? It's starting to seem like this was just a big waste of time and you're obviously bored so why don't you just call Steve? I'm sure he'll come pick you up and I mean, I'm not really in danger here, so..." Nancy finished, walking off. Robin followed, standing behind Nancy once she had found her. "You do know that Steve and I are like, totally not a thing, right?" Robin mentioned, Nancy looking at like she was crazy. "What?" she responded. "So, I figure you and Jonathon are still going strong 'cause you guys are going to college together and you're like one of those unstoppable power couples, but I... I just, I wanted to make sure that you knew...that Steve and I are just friends. Like, platonic with a capital P." she sighed, Nancy nodding. "Just in case that's adding any tension between us." Robin added, not knowing what else to do. "It wasn't." Nancy responded bluntly.

"Holy shit, The weekly watcher. I can't believe they have this." Robin commented, picking it up and looking at it. "Don't they write about, like, bigfoot and UFOs?" she questioned, now more calmed and less agitated. "First, UFOs are absolutely real. Bigfoot, I'm still on the fence about. But may I remind you, we are looking for information on dark wizards? If someone's gonna write about that, it's gonna be these weirdos." Robin finished, Nancy nodding. She placed it in and waited for it to load. "Ah. 'Elvis cloned by aliens.'" she joked, ignoring Robins comment of 'you never know.'. Robin carried on looking through, reading through the pages. "'Victor Creel claims vengeful demon killed family. The murder that shocked a small community.'" Robin read out, Nancy rolling her eyes as she searched through more stuff. "Ha, ha. Very funny." she said sarcastically. "I'm not kidding. Get over here." Robin confessed, Nancy walking over. "According to several insiders, Victor believed his house was haunted by an ancient demon. Victor allegedly hired a priest to exorcise the demon from his home. Victor claimed this exorcism failed, but it angered this demon, which then murdered his family, removing their eyes. Victor believed he was spared as a punishment." Robin read, connecting the dots in her head. "That's pretty convenient for victor." Nancy commented as Robin stopped her. "Yeah, or super inconvenient. Victor was declared legally insane by the court, right? What if this is why? I mean it sounds insane. Just didn't go public because..." Robin paused. "The plea bargain. the records were sealed." Nancy finished. "What if a demon did invade Victor's home? It's just, this demon wasn't any old demon." Robin suggested.

"It was Vecna."

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"Dustin, do you copy?" Robin asked, talking into the spare walkie talkie and heading towards the car. "Yeah, I copy." Dustin replied instantly, everyone listening to the conversation. "So, Nancy's a genius, Vecna's first victims date back all the way to 1959. Her shot in the dark was a bull's-eye. " Robin rambled, Dustin nodding. The group walked through the schools dark hallways, finding their way to Ms Kelley's office. "Okay, that's totally bonkers, but I can't really talk right now." Dustin said, watching the others. "Wait, what are you doing?" Robin asked, getting in the car. "Breaking and entering school to retrieve confidential and extremely person files." Y/n commented. "Can you repeat that?" Robin asked, confused as she received static. "Just get your ass over here, stat. We'll explain everything." Steve said, taking the walkie talkie. Nancy sighed and face palmed. "I thought they were talking to Ms. Kelley. We leave them alone for two hours!" the girls huffed before Nancy started the car up.

Max unlocked the door, stepping in with the others behind and went straight the cabinet. "Holy shit." Max commented, y/n walking over. "You found it?" they asked, unable to stand still. Their anxiety was running high, not wanting to get caught in school, worried for their friends and on top of that, worried about Eddie getting caught now they knew Jason was after him. "Yeah, and not just Chrissy's file. Fred was seeing Ms. Kelley too." Max stated, sitting down in the chair and looking at the papers.

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Max walked out of the office, looking down both sides of the flashlight as she heard the noise again. Another chime. She took small steps, walking towards the direction of where the ticking was coming from, almost as if with every step she'd take, the noise purposely got louder. She looked down the hallway, shinning her light on a grandfather clock that was stuck in the wall. Another chime. Max cautiously walked closer, not moving the light off of it. Her breathing quickening, heart rate speeding up and hands gone clammy. Another chime. She was practically right in front of it now, nothing changing about it as she stared at it, not wanting to move her eyes of it, nor turn around. Another chime.

"Max."

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They Hate Each Other (No They Don't, Not Really)  (Alex Morgan x Reader)

All would agree, your arch nemesis showing up absolutely anywhere you were would ruin your day, but that’s EXACTLY what happens to one veteran USWNT player, Alex Morgan, when she runs into her arch nemesis at the USWNT camp.

Alex Morgan’s eyes widen, pure rage running through her when you strut towards her, bag in hand.

“You shouldn’t look at your soon to be teammate like that Morgan, frowning gives you wrinkles.” You wink, the forward’s lip curling in a snarl.  

“What’s she doing-

“I DON’T KNOW.” Alex yells, nearly making Kelley jump out of her skin.  

Alex was absolutely livid, seeing you at the USWNT camp had been a surprise, and not a wonderful one.  

The second Alex spotted Vlatko Andonovski she advances angrily on the man, who’s looking at her as if he expected this reaction.  

“Alex-

“What the hell!? We’re you going to tell me? To tell US?!” She yells, louder than intended, but you’d riled her up in way no one had before.  

“I didn’t know you were the coach this year Morgan, if I did, I would’ve stayed home.” You snark, your smirk making Alex growl.  

“Shut UP!” She yells and you laugh.  

“We should room together Morgan, I think we’d make GREAT roommates.”  

Alex growls, mumbling under her breath.  

“It’ll be easier to smother you in your sleep then.”  

You smirk cockily.  

“Kinky.”  

Alex snarls angrily.  

“Listen.” Vlatko holds a hand up, glancing your way before turning back to Alex.  

“Y/N is one of the best players in the world, having her at our camp, and possibly on the team brings our team up to the next level. I saw a chance, and I took it.”

Alex shakes her head.  

“But-

He shakes his head.  

“I’m sorry Alex.” He pats her on her shoulder before turning away and walking off.  

Alex meanwhile is standing stock still, her mouth agape.  

Her biggest rival had just joined the USWNT camp, and would PROBABLY join the USWNT.  

She growls.

“Fuck.”  

                                                            ***

If you were being honest, you absolutely hated Alex Patricia Morgan, the woman knew how to push your buttons and she did so whenever she could.

You’d met during college, of course, on rival teams, ultimately where your rivalry began, a rivalry that seeped into your NWNT career, and when Alex came overseas, donning the Tottenham Hotspur’s jersey, you were there, wearing a red and white Arsenal’s jersey.  

Needless to say, when the two teams squared up, your rivalry continued.  

Alex hated you just as much as you hated her, making the competition between the two of you even more fierce.

It surprised literally EVERYONE that the two of you hadn’t killed one another yet.

At this current moment in time though, you were currently literal moments from killing one another.  

“I didn’t mean to step on your cleats Morgan, just go to the store when practice is over and buy another pair.” You snort.  

Alex lets out a feral growl.  

“You are SO fucking infuriating!”  

You blow the woman a kiss, which only infuriates her more, the woman stomping her foot before she trudges off.  

“Fuck off!” She yells over her shoulder and you scoff.  

“You too!”  

                                                            ***

Vlatko rubs the back of his neck watching as you and Alex hurl insults at one another. He’d known about your rivalry, but he wasn’t aware that it went to the extent of actual hatred.  

Alex was absolutely fuming as you walked past her, moments after sinking a goal in her team’s net.  

“Don’t look so mad Morgan, we both know I’m better than you could ever dream of being.”  

Alex stomps passed you, the woman’s shoulder slamming into yours.  

You flip around, eyes full of absolute fire.  

“Body check me again Morgan, I fucking dare you.” You growl in her face, so much so that your nose brushes hers.  

Alex pushes you backwards.  

“Nobody tells me what to do on MY FIELD.”  

You snicker.  

“Your field?” You throw your head back, barking out a laugh, though when you stop laughing you lean towards her, smirking.  

“Let’s see how much longer this field is yours, you numpty.”  

Alex growls as you walk towards the nearby benches with a confident strut.  

“WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN!?”

                                                            ***

“I don’t get why you hate Y/N so much ANYWAY, she seems nice...”

The second the words leave Emily’s mouth she feels as if she’s about to burst into flames from the absolute fiery glare she’s getting from Alex.  

Kelley immediately slips in between Alex and Emily, her hands held up in surrender.  

“Jan, please don’t kill Emily, who else will carry on the Frat Daddy legacy!?” The defender asks, pleading for her child’s life.  

Alex snarls, stomping away from the two of them, all the while mumbling angrily under her breath.  

“Y/N NICE?! How could ANYONE put her and NICE in the same fucking sentence???” She snarls, deciding that some time on the field would clear her mind.  

                                                            ***

Though what Alex DOESN’T expect when she gets to the field is to find you there, the field between you and the goal littered with soccer balls.  

Alex ducks down when you turn her way, an aggravated snarl leaving you.  

“BLOODY HELL!” You yell, Alex’s eyes widening at the thickness of your accent.

She peeks out from her hiding place, watching as you drop down onto the pitch, sitting in a cross-legged position.  

Alex frowns when she sees your face is buried in your hands.  

“Fuck that shite.” You sigh as you move to your feet, wiping the sweat from your brow with your bare arm.  

Alex isn’t sure what possess her to stay for so long, but nearly an hour later you’re still on field, sinking ball after ball in different angles, it’s when you miss one that you angrily snarl.  

“Nothing but a right, cock-up!”  

Alex shakes her head, her brows furrowed.  

Why were you so hard on yourself after you’d done so well within an hours time?

Alex’s eyes widen when she sees you glance her way your brows furrowed.  

“Oi! Is someone there?!” You shout, standing stock still.

When no one replies, you give your head a rapid shake, unaware that Alex is currently sprinting away from the scene.

“Must’ve imagined it.”  

                                                            ***

Alex had seen how hard you were on yourself that day, but that in no way quelled her anger entirely considering you were at each other's throats after the fact.  

“You did that on fucking PURPOSE!” Alex growls as she’s helped to the bench, her leg injured from an accidental cleating by yours truly.  

You pinch the bridge of your nose as you jog over to the bench.  

“I didn’t!” You growl as you drop to your knees in front of her, the forward’s eyes wide and brows furrowed when you gently slip her cleat off her foot, along with her sock, now noticing the hints of blood dotting the fabric.  

“Shite.” You mumble, swiping the nearby first aid kit from the team’s doctor.  

“Yeah, I don’t like you, but I wouldn’t make you purposely bleed.”  

Alex watches in something akin to disbelief when you begin to clean her injury with a delicacy that she hadn’t seen from you in, well, ever.  

Your touch sent a jolt from her leg through her entire body, a warmth spreading throughout her from a delicate brush of your fingertips.  

Moments after you finished dressing her wound, you glance up at her.  

“This doesn’t mean I hate you any less.”  

You move to your feet, sending the woman a glare before you head back on field.  

“Don’t use your leg as an excuse for the shite way you’re playing, you know it’s just because I’m better than you.” You smirk cockily.  

Alex’s eyes narrow.  

“Better my ass.”  

                                                            ***

The first person who finds out about you making the USWNT, well, besides yourself, is Alex Morgan, considering you actively sought her out, a cocky smirk on your face.  

Alex sighs in annoyance.  

“I know you made the fucking team, go away.”  

You grin grabbing an apple from the table in front of you and take a bite, the apple crunching loudly.  

“I’m right where I’m supposed to be actually. Isn’t this where the USWNT members sit?” You grin, earning an eye roll from the forward.  

“Yes, but your seat is over there.” She nods towards the trash and you laugh, sucking a piece of apple down your windpipe, garnering no help from the woman beside you.  

“Blimey, let one of the ONLY reasons you’ll be winning any and all major tournaments this year die, real dull mate.”  

Alex growls.  

“I’m not, ‘dull mate.’” She says, doing her best to mock you and your accent.

Your eyes widen.  

“Oh my god, that was rank awful. That actually hurt to hear. My nan is rolling over in her grave right now.”  

Alex blows a raspberry at you.  

“Real mature love, real mature.”  

“Don’t you have someone else to bother?” She growls.

“I’m busy bothering you right now.”  

Alex snarls, jumping to her feet and storming off.  

“See you later teammate!” You yell, waving over exaggeratedly at her as she marches off.

                                                            ***

Where your feelings for Alex, at least off the field, were based more off of annoying her until the point of insanity, your feelings for her on the field was a competitive hate, something Alex mirrored, but her hate for you off field?  

Well, it was complete unbridled hate.  

“Seriously, if you’re going to play like that, then stay off the field, England needs you more than we do.” Alex shakes her head and you smirk.  

“You over shot it! Not me!” You shake your head in disbelief.  

Alex lets out a mock laugh.  

“Maybe you should’ve actually ran faster.”  

You throw your head back with a groan.  

“If I was in your position, we would’ve scored.”

Alex stomps her foot, the look in her eyes something you’d seen before, but never to this extent.  

“You’re not made for the USWNT and you’re NOT made for soccer at a national level, you sucked in college, and you still fucking suck now.”  

The field goes silent, everyone turning to look at Alex, their eyes wide.  

Meanwhile, Alex’s blue orbs are locked on your face, a face that holds literally no hints of the cockiness it TYPICALLY holds, instead, it holds what she reads, as a hint of sadness.  

You clear your throat, your mouth opening and closing a few times before you nod.  

“Th-Thanks.”  

Alex reaches out to you as you turn your back on her, the woman frowning as you make your way towards the bench, grabbing your things hastily before you head towards the bus.  

Alex’s head hangs in shame, the looks of her teammates burning holes in her back.  

“Alex-” Megan starts, only to be cut off by the forward moments later.  

“I KNOW! OKAY!?” She yells, sending the rest of the USNWT a look.  

Her shoulders hunch.  

“I know.”  

                                                            ***

The second she steps on the bus you turn away, unwilling to look at the woman as she walks past, though, unfortunately for you, she doesn’t walk past, she instead sits right beside you.  

“Are you lost?” You ask, voice rough.  

Alex shakes her head.  

“No, I’m not.”  

You move to your feet.  

“Well, if you’re not lost, then I’ll get lost.” You say, frowning when Alex doesn’t move so you can get out of your seat.  

“Move Morgan.” You growl angrily.  

She shakes her head.  

“No can do, Y/L/N.” She shrugs and you growl, about to climb over the seat, but the look on Alex’s face stops you, causing you to flop back down into your seat in annoyance.  

“Why are you holding me against my will Morgan?” You huff.  

She sighs, rolling her eyes.  

“Look, I’m sorry, I took it too far.”  

Your eyes narrow, brows furrowing as you lean back, away from the woman.  

“There’s no WAY that you’re Alex Morgan, she never apologizes, especially not to ME.” You bark out a laugh and she shakes her head.  

“As much as it PAINS me to do so, I shouldn’t have said what I said on field, you do deserve to be on the team, and you don’t suck... That much.” She shrugs, and you can’t help but smile.  

You begin chuckling, the woman looking at you in confusion.  

“What’s so funny?”  

“Yeah, you still suck.”  

Alex growls.  

“Fuck you Y/N.”  

You grin.  

“Right back at you love, right back at you.”  

                                                            ***

The lineup for the first match against Portugal was rather surprising, you weren’t expecting to start, not when players like Megan Rapinoe, Tobin Heath and Christen Press were on the team, but you were named to the starting lineup.  

You wouldn’t show your surprise to the team, but you’d been sure to ask Vlatko multiple times if the lineup was correct, and he of course, told you repeatedly it was.  

You did your best to not look nervous when standing in the tunnel, a number of Portugal’s players were glancing your way worriedly, everyone knew who you were, and everyone knew what you could do.  

The crowd cheered as the USWNT and Portugal made their way onto the field, everyone excited to see the new editions to the USWNT and what they had to offer.  

You completely blank out the National Anthem, standing stock still your eyes darting around the sold-out crowd.  

It isn’t until you’re taking your place on field that you snap back out of it, your eyes unconsciously darting to the woman with a big 13 on her back.  

You smirk.  

“Show time.”  

                                                            ***

You can feel it, the moment you’re about to make your first goal with the USWNT, your entire body shaking with excitement.

Alex can’t help but smile when you expertly slip the ball passed the Portugal player who’s on you and fire it in on goal, the ball with a bit of a spin on it.  

You still, the ball looking like an overshot, but thanks to the spin on it, gravity pulls it downwards, passed the goalkeeper’s fingertips and into the back of the net.  

You throw a fist in the air with a massive grin, a grin Alex mirrors when she walks over to you, patting your back, her reaction tame considering Tobin was currently hanging off your back, along with Kelley and Emily.  

Alex shrugs.  

“Lucky shot.”  

You snort.  

“Luck had nothing to do with it.”  

Alex snorts even louder.  

“I mean, I DID assist.”  

You roll your eyes.  

“Didn’t need your assistance.” You smirk, the forward’s eyes narrowing as she sends you a glare, receiving only a wink in return.  

Alex growls.  

“Still so infuriating.”  

                                                            ***

By the end of the first half the score is 2-0, and by the end of the game, it’s 4-0, one of those goals being yours, and another belonging to Alex Morgan.  

It’s when you’re heading to the bus that you turn to Alex with a smirk.  

“Had to copy me, huh Morgan?”

Alex scoffs.  

“Copy? You got a goal before me, big deal.”  

Tobin shakes her head as she takes a seat beside Christen on the bus.  

“Do they argue about everything?” She asks and Christen giggles, watching as you and Alex bicker, though instead of sitting far away from one another, Alex sits right behind you.  

“I mean, I guess that’s how they say they’re into each other.”  

An incredibly loud laugh makes Christen jump, the woman turning to her bus buddy who is looking at her in shock.  

“They literally want each other dead.”  

Christen rolls her eyes.  

“No, they don’t, they like each other.”  

Ali turns around in her seat towards Christen and Tobin.  

“I mean, it’s obvious.”  

Ashlyn scoffs.  

“Obvious that Y/N would poison Alex’s food if she could.”  

Kelley, who comes in from out of nowhere snorts.  

“Yeah, I mean, they’ve hated each other since college, Jan talks about it all the time.”  

Christen and Ali share a glance, the two shaking their heads.  

“They’re totally into each other.”

“Oh, I know.”  

                                                            ***

“Wait, there HAS to be a mistake...” You say as Vlatko turns to you, Alex’s eyes wide and filled with absolute horror.  

“No, the two of you are rooming together. It seems.” He shrugs, knowing full well that it was he who decided the two of you would room together, and it wouldn’t be a onetime deal either.

The two of you glance at one another, eyes narrowed.  

“I get the shower first.” Alex mumbles and you smirk, swiping the key from Vlatko before sprinting to the elevators.  

“The FUCK you do!” You yell, Alex sprinting after you.  

“Y/N YOU GET BACK HERE!”

Everyone watches as Alex chases after you, their eyes wide.  

Tobin turns towards Christen.  

“You call THAT being into each other?”  

Christen turns towards Ali, the two yet again, shaking their heads.  

“Oblivious.”  

                                                            ***

“DON’T USE ALL THE HOT WATER!” Alex yells, smacking the bathroom door and you growl.  

The door swings open moments later and you walk out, wearing nothing but a sports bra and a pair of boxers.  

“Morgan, we’re in a hotel, that’s impossible.”  

Alex watches as you head to your suitcase, riffling through its contents.  

She can’t help but stare, the wide expanse of flesh and muscle usually hidden beneath your uniform now on display for her to see.  

You turn around, holding a wad of clothes, your brows furrowed.

Alex jumps when you reach out, poking her in the forehead with your index finger.  

“Hey!” She growls, slapping at your hand.  

“I just wanted to see if you were still alive.”  

Alex’s eyes rake down your front, stopping on your very prominent abdominal muscles.  

You turn away and step in the bathroom, kicking the door shut behind you.  

Alex stands there for a moment before she glances around.  

“Yeah.”  

                                                            ***

Alex had TRIED to tell herself that she was in NO way ogling you like a horny frat boy, but when you walked out wearing basically the same thing to sleep in, she knew she was, for a fact, ogling you like a horny frat boy.  

She’d made a quick retreat to the bathroom moments after, but she couldn’t avoid you forever.  

You meanwhile were completely sprawled out in bed, Nintendo Switch in hand. You briefly wondered if Alex had drowned, but when the bathroom door swung open you sighed.  

“I thought you might’ve drowned, I was going to see if you wanted to smash.”

Alex stops mid-stride, dropping her clothes on the floor.  

“WHAT!?”  

Your brows furrow as you hold your Nintendo Switch up.  

“Smash...?”

Alex clears her throat, her cheeks blood red.  

“O-O-Oh...”  

You snort.  

“Christ Morgan.” You shake your head and she rolls her eyes, stomping to her bed.  

“What?”  

You shrug.  

“Get your mind out of the gutter, at least now I know you want in my trousers.” You smirk and she snarls, a pillow flying from her bed and smacking you right in the face.  

“Fuck you.”  

“SEE!” You grin, throwing the pillow back on her bed.  

“I’m going to kill you in your sleep.”

You shake your head.  

“Get over here and we’ll smash.” You hold a controller out to her and her eyes narrow.  

“Sure, you’re okay with losing?” She asks cockily and you grin.  

“Are you?”

Alex scoffs.  

“I’d never lose to you.”  

“We’ll see about that.”  

                                                            ***

“Why do you look so tired?” Kelley asks Alex the following day and the forward yawns.  

“Y/N and I were Smashing.”  

Kelley’s brown orbs widen, as do Alex’s the forward punching her friend in the arm.  

“Super Smash Brothers you bitch.”  

Kelley hums.  

“I mean I could see you and Y/N hate fucking each other.” She shrugs and Alex’s cheeks flush bright red.  

Alex punches Kelley in the shoulder, the defender groaning.  

“Jesus Christ, Jan. You didn’t have to hit me so hard.”  

Alex turns her attention towards her breakfast and away from the pouting defender beside her.  

Though you were absolutely irritating and Alex thought about killing you a total of 48 times last night, she enjoyed spending time with you.  

You yawn as you make your way towards the table, sitting across from Alex.  

“You have to get used to losing if we keep smashing every night.”  

Suddenly a plate falls to the table, hard, the sound making everyone jump.  

Tobin is standing beside you, her eyes wide, Ashlyn meanwhile is smirking as she sits down beside you.  

“Who’s smashing?” Megan asks and you roll your eyes.  

“Smash Bros.” You shake your head and Megan rolls her eyes exaggeratedly.

“Boring, there’s only one Smash that’s actually interesting.”  

Tobin gasps dramatically, her hand on her heart.  

“I beg to DIFFER.”  

You shake your head, watching with amusement as the two bicker, leading to Ashlyn chiming in.

You glance at Alex.  

“You just HAD to tell everyone we Smashed.”  

Alex rolls her eyes.  

“Of course, I did, because I won.”  

You bark out a laugh, shaking your head as you sip your orange juice.  

“Like one time, Morgan.”  

Alex growls.  

“WELL, WE’LL SMASH AGAIN TONIGHT!” She yells, every single one of her teammates turning her way.  

Alex clears her throat, rubbing the back of her neck.  

“Are we talking about the SAME Smashing?” You smirk and Alex sends you a glare.  

“SHUT UP.”  

                                                            ***

Alex rubs her temples angrily.  

Playing in the rain had always been a hassle, but playing in the rain against SWEDEN was a nightmare.  

Sweden was the USWNT’s rival and the fact that the USWNT were currently down by 2 of COURSE, didn’t sit well with Alex Morgan.  

The whistle blows, signaling the end of the first half and Alex sighs in relief, she needed a break, not only for her tired legs, but to quell the irritation inside of her.

Someone bumps into her and she snarls.  

“Watch where the FUCK you’re going.” She turns towards, who she now realizes is you, you who looks as equally pissed as she does.  

“Listen Morgan, I’m seriously not in the fucking mood, I’m just as mad as you are, so don’t start your shit with me.” You snap, your USWNT teammates stopping to stare at the two of you with wide eyes.  

“Fuck you.” She snarls turning to walk away and you sneer.  

“Yeah? We’ll fuck you too!” You yell before you follow after her and into the locker room.  

“Why are you following me!?” She yells and you scoff.  

“WE SHARE A LOCKER ROOM.” You deadpan, flopping down on the nearby bench.  

“Well, you can still sit away from me.” Alex gripes and you shake your head.  

“I’m not moving Morgan.”

Alex, being purposely annoying sits down behind you, rather closely in fact.  

“Well, I’m not either.” She mumbles and you snort.  

“Mature Morgan, REALLLL mature.”  

                                                            ***

By the time the game ended the USWNT had a comeback, winning the game 3-2, much to Alex’s elation, as well as your own.  

That elation didn’t erase the fact that the two of you had argued during the match, the two of you cold, wet and incredibly angry.  

Alex is pulled out of her trance when the bathroom’s door in your and her hotel room swings open, a rush of steam flowing out as you leave the room.  

Alex glances away from you, not only because you’re, yet again, barely dressed, but also because she’s ashamed of her behavior earlier that day.  

You flop onto your bed without even looking at her, choosing to fall face down against its plush surface.  

You remain silent, the air within the room incredibly heavy.  

The silence is broken by Alex’s soft whisper.

“I’m sorry I took my frustration out on you.”  

You remain silent as you roll over, your hand slipping into your suitcase.

You search blindly until you find what you’re looking for, holding the Nintendo Switch out to Alex.

“Smash?” You ask and Alex smiles.

“Smash.”  

Alex flops on the bed beside you, taking the controller she’d used a few nights prior.

You glance at her out of the corner of your eye.

“I’m sorry too.”  

Alex’s brows arch, the woman unable to bite back a smile, something that makes you send her a glare.

“Enough of this shite, ready to lose Morgan?”  

Alex scoffs.  

“I should be asking you that.”  

                                                            ***

You grimace as the body beside you shifts, a pair of arms wrapping tightly around you from behind.  

“I’m not the little spoon.” You growl, attempting to wiggle free from the hold you’re in.  

“Get over it.”  

Your eyes flash open, as do Alex’s the two of you abruptly sitting up when you realize you’d in fact fallen asleep together the night before.  

You turn to face her, the two of you looking at one another in absolute horror.

“I was just-

Alex leaps out of bed, the woman making a beeline towards the bathroom the two of you share.  

You nod, your cheeks flushed.  

“Ye-Yeah.”

You clear your throat, turning away from the bathroom to instead look at the alarm clock beside you.  

3:13 AM

You grumble, annoyed at the fact that you’d woken up so early.  

If you were honest with yourself, you were also annoyed that Alex wasn’t currently beside you, but you weren’t really in the mood for honesty at the moment.  

You flop backwards, rolling towards the center of the bed where it just so happens Alex had been laying moments later, the smell of the woman’s perfume left behind on the sheets.  

You attempt to resist temptation, but find yourself failing when you bury your nose into the sweet-smelling fabric, the smell clouding your senses.  

The bathroom door creaks open sometime after, the sweet-smelling fabric lulling you to the cusp of sleep, as you fight your eyelids you watch as Alex tiptoes to her bed, the woman glancing over her shoulder at your ‘sleeping’ form with a smile before she makes her way to her own bed.  

She falls down onto the cold sheets with a frown, thoughts of what the following day would bring running through her head.  

                                                            ***

Much to everyone’s surprise at practice the following day, neither you nor Alex had been at one another’s throats, in fact, you’d been ignoring each other as if the other had contracted the Black Death.  

Even when you slip a ball passed Alex and into goal, you don’t gloat, instead choosing to just jog away as if you hadn’t scored.  

“Okay, what the hell was that?” Kelley asks, her eyes narrowed as she stares inquisitively at Alex.  

“What?” Alex asks dumbly.  

Kelley scoffs.

“THAT, Y/N didn’t even gloat! She didn’t rub in your face that she scored passed you!” Kelley points at you and Alex shrugs.  

“Beats me.”  

Kelley’s eyes narrow even further as Alex walks away, the defender’s eyes burning holes in her back.  

“I WILL FIND OUT WHAT’S GOING ON JAN!” She yells across field, drawing the attention of each and every one of her teammates, including you.  

You clear your throat, your cheeks flushing when you realize Alex’s blue orbs are on you.  

The two of you abruptly turn away from one another, thoughts of the events that transpired that morning running through your heads.  

You clear your throat as you rub the back of your neck, your cheeks flushing further when you think about Alex’s arms around you, and how much you’d liked it.  

                                                            ***

That night was even worse considering the two of you were still rooming together.  

Alex refused to look in your direction and you refused to look in hers, making the situation even more awkward.  

“Look.” Alex started, causing you to turn her way, when your eyes locked, she fell silent.  

“This was easier when you weren’t looking at me.”  

Your eyes widen momentarily before you turn away.  

“Alright Morgan, go ahead.”

Alex huffs.  

“I’m sorry about last night, I didn’t mean to, ummm...”  

You chance a glance her way, smirking when you see how flushed her cheeks are.  

“What?” Alex asks when she sees the smirk on your face and you shrug.  

“Nothing.”  

You fish your Nintendo Switch out of your bag and nod towards your bed.  

“Let’s go Morgan, or are you too shy to Smash now?” You ask, a brow arched and Alex scoffs.  

“Not a chance.”  

                                                            ***

It’s an hour into playing that it happens, though neither you, or Alex realized it was happening until your shoulders brush.  

You both stiffen, your eyes widening, though neither of you dare look at the other.  

Something else neither of you do though is scoot away from one another, your shoulders still brushing.  

You clear your throat, your body untensing as you settle back against the pillow behind you, the feel of Alex’s blue orbs boring into you making goosebumps sprout on your flesh.  

“Come on Morgan, head in the game.”  

You miss the tiny smile that adorns Alex’s face as she focuses on the screen before you, though what you don’t miss is the brush of her leg against yours.  

The inevitable of course happens when you feel Alex’s head rest on your shoulder, the woman fighting her fluttering eyelids.  

You glance at the nearly unconscious woman on your shoulder and snort.  

“Lay down Morgan.” You smile, the forward grumbling.  

“But I don’t want to get up...”  

You roll your eyes, taking her controller and laying your Switch on the table between your beds.  

You wiggle until your head hits the pillow behind you, which results in Alex’s head falling onto your chest, the forward’s eyes widening.  

You remain silent, waiting for her to make the next move, when she cuddles into your side, your cheeks flush, that flush spreading to the tips of your ears.  

“Is this, okay?” Alex asks in a hushed whisper and you smile.  

“It is.”  

                                                            ***

The two of you sharing a bed becomes a regular thing, so much so that Alex’s bed remains untouched 95% of the time, usually housing your luggage instead of Alex like it should be.  

The rivalry you had on the field soon disappeared, something that came as a shock to literally everyone, even Vlatko.  

You knew what you felt for Alex wasn’t friendship, it went well beyond that, your hatred for her turned into something you never ever expect, and that was love.  

You loved Alex Morgan and there was no going back.  

                                                            ***

You were pissed, absolutely pissed, and how could you not be when no fouls were being called against Canada?  

Fouls that were currently being directed at #13, Alex Morgan.  

You snarl when yet again, Alex is taken down in the box, but YET AGAIN, the foul isn’t called.  

“COME ON!” You yell, stomping towards the downed forward whose hand you take before you pull her to her feet.  

“Are you okay?” You ask worriedly as you scan the forward who nods.  

“Yeah, I’m okay.” She smiles and you nod.  

“She better call the fouls or I swear-

The whistle blows and you growl.  

“Nothing but a right bitch that one.” You mumble before jogging away, missing the snort that Alex lets out, the forward shaking her head.  

Her cheeks flush from more than exertion when she realizes your anger that’s directed at the ref is because the fouls have been directed solely on her, considering she was the only one being fouled.  

And that was about to happen yet again, but this time, Alex wasn’t going to get up.  

                                                            ***

The look on your face was one of pure horror when Alex went down with a cry, the Canadian player’s cleats digging into her skin, soaking her socked ankle with blood.  

The whistle blows loudly, the ref finally carding the player who’d fouled Alex with a red card, but that wasn’t good enough for you, not when Alex was currently bleeding.  

Alex watches from her place on the ground as you advance on the player in red, landing a right hook that would make any boxer jealous, the woman falling to the ground with a thud.  

Time literally stands still, your knuckles throbbing in pain as the player cups her cheek, her eyes wide as she stares up at you in shock.  

“OFF THE FIELD! NOW!” The ref yells, the woman producing a red card immediately and holding it high above her head.  

“Bugger off, wanker.” You mumble as you make your way towards Alex, who’s currently surrounded by the medical team.  

“What the hell did you do that for!?” She growls at you and you frown.  

“I-

You glance around, watching as the Canadian player, you were so angry you didn’t know her name, is aided off field, the woman still clasping her cheek.  

Your mouth opens and closes a few times, the taste of bile on the back of your tongue.  

Deep down, you knew why your reaction had been so visceral, but you couldn’t tell Alex that could you?  

So instead, you decided to do the only thing you could do, and that was turn on your heels and sprint towards the nearest exit.  

                                                            ***

Alex frowns as you sprint towards the exit, leaving her and the team behind.  

The medical team hoists her to her feet, the woman limping off field, the fans clapping in respect for the USWNT player as the final whistle blows.  

The second Alex gets off field though she pulls away from the medical team, choosing instead to limp after you, the forward hoping she wasn’t too late and was able to catch you.  

Alex limped down the tunnel and rushed towards the nearest exit, hoping it was the exit you’d went through in your haste to put distance between the two of you.

She rounds the corner, a sigh of relief leaving her when she sees you marching down the sidewalk, away from her.  

“Y/N!” She yells, causing you to stop in your tracks.  

The dark clouds overhead that had been teasing rain all day had finally opened the proverbial floodgates, the soft sprinkles becoming somewhat of a downpour in literal moments.  

Slowly, you turn around to face the forward who’s advancing on you, the woman limping as quickly as she can, closing the distance between the two of you.  

You swallow hard, unable to look the woman in the eye as she tries catching your gaze,  

“Y/N?! What was that!?” She yells, pointing back at the field and you shake your head.  

“What was that!?” She yells again and you swallow hard.  

“She was on your ass the entire game Al, and no one was calling the fouls! I had to do something!” You yell over the heavily pouring rain, the nickname slipping unknowingly off your tongue.  

“That’s not your job, Y/N.” She frowns and you scoff.  

“So, I’m just supposed to watch her hurt you? Watch her make you bleed!?” You cry, the feel of frustrated tears welling up in your eyes.  

“Why does it matter so much to you!?” She asks, and you shake your head.

“Because I love you!”  

Alex stiffens, as do you, your eyes widening in horror when you realize what you’d just said.  

Your mouth opens and closes, the taste of bile on the back of your tongue as you take a step back from the injured USWNT forward.  

Alex reaches out for you, her fingertips brushing the back of your hand.  

“Y/N...” She whispers, taking a step towards you.  

You’re about to take a step back when she grabs your wrist, effectively holding you in place, you weren’t about to jerk away, fearful that you may hurt her.  

You swallow hard when she steps even closer, the distance between you closing as her chest brushes your own.  

“Say it again.”  

You shake your head as you turn away, though when Alex’s fingers intertwine with yours, you turn back towards her, the woman’s blue orbs focused on your hand in hers.  

“Say it again...”  

You shake your head, a lump forming in your throat.  

“Alex-

“Please Y/N.” She whispers as she tucks a strand of hair, that had been stuck to your face, behind your ear.  

You blink rapidly, Alex’s fingers tracing your jawline before she cups your cheek.

Your mouth opens and closes a few times before you find your voice.  

“I-I...” You stammer, your eyes shutting as you swallow.  

“I love you, Alex, and I think I always have I just-

You stiffen, your eyes wide and hands hovering in the air as Alex’s lips meet yours in a tentative, first kiss.  

Just as your eyes flutter shut the team rounds the corner, their eyes widening before they turn Christen and Ali, the two smirking as they bump their shoulders together.  

“We told you.”  

Meanwhile your hands find purchase on Alex’s waist, the woman pulling back only to lean right back in, the brush of her lips sending a jolt throughout your entire body.

A crack of lightning makes the two of you jump, though neither of you pull back, your lips brushing as the two of you smile, toothy grins on full display.  

Alex’s forehead rests against yours, her hair stuck to her face thanks to the water entirely soaking the two of you.  

The reasonable members of the team usher the chaotics back into the arena, leaving you and Alex alone, the two of you so wrapped up in one another you hadn’t noticed them anyway.  

Your tongue swipes at your lips, your Y/E/C orbs focused intently on Alex’s.  

“When did you know?” Alex asks, her voice pulling you out of your trance, your cheeks flushing.  

“Know what?” You ask dumbly, earning a look that says Alex knows you’re just playing dumb.  

You sigh.  

“The first time you yelled at me during a match in college.”  

Alex’s brows arch.  

“It was cute.”  

Alex scoffs.  

“It wasn’t meant to be cute.”  

You shrug.  

“Well, it was to me, and I was right smitten.”  

Alex’s lips split into a massive grin, the woman leaning in to bump her nose playfully against yours.  

“Your nose crinkles up when you’re angry.” She giggles and you bite your bottom lip, your cheeks dusted pink.  

Alex tilts her head back, kissing the tip of your nose, your lips splitting into a grin.

“I guess we better get back in there...” Alex sighs and you huff.  

“I guess so.”  

Alex reluctantly takes a step back before she turns around, the two of you walking back to the door that led back into the arena.  

Before Alex can make her way through the tunnel, you grab her wrist, giving her a gentle tug until she’s back in your arms again, your nose brushing hers.  

“I never ACTUALLY hated you.” You whisper softly, giving her wrist a squeeze.  

Alex smiles, the forward closing the distance between you with a feather light kiss, her lips feeling as if they barely brush your own.  

“And I never ACTUALLY hated you either.”

You cup Alex’s cheek, the woman’s blue orbs disappearing behind her fluttering eyelids as she leans into your touch.  

It’s in that moment when you spot them out of the corner of your eye, a snort sounding in the back of your throat as you watch your teammates scramble to make themselves scarce.  

Alex follows your gaze, the woman rolling her eyes in annoyance when she spots your nosy teammates.  

“Idiots.”  

You wrap your arms around her from behind, pulling the woman close, your chin resting on her shoulder.  

“So, you yell at them, and I watch? I bet it’s even cuter when you’re yelling at someone else.” You grin, grunting when Alex elbows you in the stomach.  

“It’s not cute when I’m angry.” She pouts and you grin, shrugging.  

“Actually, it’s adorable.”  

Alex growls, a furrow forming between her brows as she tries, and fails to scowl at you.  

“Still so infuriating.” She grumbles, the woman about to turn away, but before she can you catch her lips, unable to bite back a smile as the two of you kiss.  

“I’m so infuriating, but you still smitten, aren’t you love?” You ask and she rolls her eyes, her cheeks flushed red.  

She gives your shoulder a playful slap and you snicker.  

Looking into the pools of blue that are Alex Morgan’s eyes, you knew coming to the US was the best decision you’d ever made.  

You lean in, tilting your head back to press a kiss to her forehead.  

“What do you say we go kill our nosy teammates now?” You ask with a grin and Alex takes your hand, intertwining your fingers.  

“Lead the way.”  

[jade-likethegemstone]

I've Been Waiting Almost 20 Years (Carli Lloyd x Reader)

A/N: This was inspired by Carli’s retirement announcement. It's almost like a small little tribute to the GOAT.

The final whistle blows and Carli drops to the ground, her head in her hands as her tears flow freely. They had lost, they weren’t going to the Olympic gold medal match and she’s devastated. She did everything she could, but it wasn’t good enough. They needed her to step up in a big game and she couldn’t find the back of the net and it’s killing her.

She can feel the hands of other players patting her on the back and trying to comfort her. She’s sure she heard Kelly come over and try to comfort her, but nothing could help ease her pain and heartbreak.

You’re busy hugging Julie and trying to comfort her when Kelley walks up to you, tapping your shoulder.

“She won’t get up.” Kelley says, nodding over to a distraught Carli.

You just nod before taking a deep breath and walking over to Carli. You can only imagine what’s going through Carli’s head right now. The woman was always hard on herself and no doubt she would be over analysing and criticising her performance today.

“Hey, c’mon.” you say softly, wrapping your arms tightly around the forward. Carli shakes her head, shrugging your arm off.

“Come on Carls, you need to get up.” you whisper softly, pulling the reluctant woman into your embrace.

“I should’ve scored. I-I I should’ve saved us.” Carli says and the tremble in her voice has your heart breaking all over again.

“It’s not on you alone. We could’ve all played a better game. This isn’t your fault, you played your heart out.” you say, trying to reassure the woman in your arms, but you know your words are falling on deaf ears.

You’ve been playing with Carli for almost twenty years. You two have gone through everything together, heart racing wins and heart-breaking losses, so you know exactly how Carli reacts to different situations.

“It’s not your fault.” you repeat strongly, sending up a silent prayer that Carli actually listens to your words.

“It is.” Carli mutters helplessly as a fresh set of tears start making their way down her cheeks. You bring your hands up to her face, using the pads of your thumbs to wipe away her tears.

“No, and I’m not going to let you sit here and bawl your eyes out blaming yourself for this. There’s no I in team. We win together and we lose together and there’s some players that I think really need to see Carli Lloyd get up and show them that she’s not done yet.” you say, slowly pulling Carli’s body up with your own.

“They actually look scared seeing you like this.” you muse, looking over at the worried players who are watching you and Carli.

“I need to do my after-game routine.” Carli says, when you start walking towards the others who are gathering in a huddle.

“We’ll do it after the huddle.” you say, still trying to guide Carli over to their team.

“You promise?” Carli asks wearily.

“I promise. I will run as many fucking shuttles as you want. But now, we go be part of this amazing team that we’re going to win bronze with.” you say, letting out a sigh of relief when Carli relaxes and lets you guide her over to the group.

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Carli walks into Megan’s room – or the newly dubbed headquarters of sadness and mourning – and sees some of her team members strewn across the room, some holding each other – Christen and Tobin – and others just trying to cheer up and comfort the most devastated members of the team. Those that weren’t here were probably in their rooms trying to find peace in sleep or in the comfort of their family.

Those in the room who see Carli stare at her tentatively. They know she isn’t taking the loss well. They watched as she ran countless suicides with you before you had to force her off the pitch. They watched you carry a sleeping Carli, who was mentally, emotionally, and physically exhausted, from the bus all the way to their hotel room.

To see her already awake and in the room had most of them unsure on what to do or say, especially without your guidance.

“Hey Carls, how are you feeling?” Megan asks, seeing that no one else was making a move to talk to the woman.

“Where’s Y/N?” Carli asks, ignoring Megan’s question.

“I thought she was in the room with you?” Becky asks.

“No, she was but when I woke up, she wasn’t there. I tried calling her, but she isn’t answering.” Carli says softly. Some of the younger players stare at Carli in shock, not used to seeing her so timid and defeated.

“I’ll call her.” Megan says, pulling her phone out, but before she can press the dial button, you walk into the room.

“I thought you might be here.” you say softly, walking over to Carli.

“You weren’t in the room when I woke up.” Carli says, a little accusingly. You ignore the bit of accusation, just walking over to the forward and pulling her into your arms.

You learned early on that Carli, although it doesn’t seem like it, craves physical touch when she’s feeling down.

Emily’s eyes narrow when she sees how easily Carli melts into you embrace. She’s never really seen Carli upset and sad like this, but she has seen how much closer she seems with you over the last few months. She knows you’ve been teammates and friends for decades, but she’s never seen you as close as you are now. She’ll have to ask her fellow Frat Daddy about you two, because from where she’s standing, it looks like there might be something more there.

“Sorry, Hope called and I didn’t wanna wake you.” you explain apologetically.

“Well, why don’t you guys come and join us, we’re discussing what we’re going to do tomorrow since Vlatko gave us the day off.” Megan says, patting the empty spot next to her on the bed.

Carli allows you to guide her to the bed, falling once again into your embrace, not caring that she was being uncharacteristically vulnerable in front of some of the younger players in the room.

Her divorce last year was ugly and you had been the one who was there for her and would make sure that she didn’t let the heartbreak consume her.

After that it was like you were the only person, besides Hope, that Carli would allow to see her vulnerable and broken. You may also be the only person who could bring a smile to Carli’s face no matter how distraught she was feeling. You made her feel safe, and right now, she really needed to feel safe, so if she looked vulnerable cuddling up to you then fuck it, she’ll look vulnerable.

Megan, smiles when she sees Carli burrow herself into your arms, finding comfort in the warmth of your embrace. She had seen over the past year or so, how you became Carli’s rock. The divorce and the knee injury almost broke her, but you were there to make sure that Carli came out of it stronger. Megan wasn’t sure if Carli would’ve made it back to the team if she didn’t have a support structure like you helping her through a difficult year.

˳˳˳˳

In the morning, you’re sitting alone in the breakfast room with your phone against your ear as you sip on your coffee.

“How is she feeling?” Hope asks.

“I don’t know, she just woke up as I was leaving, which is a miracle.” you answer truthfully.

“Have you told her what you told me last night?” Hope asks, getting straight to the point of her call.

“No, and I don’t plan on it.” you answer.

“Come on, you need to tell her how you feel.” Hope says. She’s been trying to get you to admit your feelings to Carli ever since you uncharacteristically called her in tears, telling her that you thought you were in love with Carli, and that was just over ten years ago.

“I don’t understand why you won’t. From what I’ve seen and heard, I'm sure that she feels the same way.” Hope says.

“Because there’s a high chance that she'll probably reject me. Carli has other things to worry about, not my feelings for her.” you say.

“Fine, but I’m not gonna stop asking you.” Hope says with a sigh.

“What about you, we’ve spoken a lot about Carli and the others, not you. How are you feeling?” Hope asks and you take a sip of your coffee before answering. You know you can’t lie to Hope, you’ve never been able to lie to her, ever.

“I don’t know. I just can’t help but feel that I let them down, that I let her down. I promised her gold Hope. I promised her that I would make sure she knew, and the world knew, that she made the right decision to chase this Olympics. I wanted her to feel like she proved Brian wrong. I know we have a shot at bronze and it’s still a good medal, but I wanted her to get her gold.” you say, not noticing that Megan and Kelley have walked into the room.

“I think she’s proven everyone wrong already. Carli’s still one of the best players on that pitch and she’s proved it. You can’t hold all this on your own. What did you always tell me, it’s not my fault, we win as a team and lose as a team?” Hope says, repeating the words you had told her over and over throughout your time as teammates.

Kelley and Megan share a look before stopping themselves from approaching you. They hadn’t heard your feelings about the loss yet because you were more focused on helping Carli and a few of the others in the team. So right now, they were going to seize the opportunity to eavesdrop.

“I know she’s still one of the best, but fuck Hope, people are trying to pin this on her for being the veteran. It’s hard seeing the woman you love face so much criticism. She thinks I don’t notice that it gets to her, but I notice the small things, I always have.” you say with a soft sigh.

Megan and Kelley’s eyes go wide, when they hear you refer to Carli – at least they think you’re talking about Carli – as the “woman you love”. They both had their suspicions about your feelings for Carli, but they figured that it was because you two had been friends for almost twenty years now and were just that comfortable with each other.

“I just want to see her happy. Her smile is the most beautiful thing in the world and I’ll do anything to make sure I see it at these Olympic games.” you say, still oblivious to your two teammates.

“Then you’ll tell her that you’re in love with her?” Hope asks.

“No, I am not going to tell Carli that I’m in love with her. She doesn’t feel the same way Hope. I’ve been telling you this for months now.” you say with an exasperated sigh.

Alex walks into the room, only to be stopped and silenced by Kelley and Megan, who by some miracle, are still hidden from you.

“What are we doing?” Alex whispers.

“Eavesdropping, now shut up.” Megan says.

“You want me to kiss Carli Lloyd on a medal podium in front of the whole world? How is that easier than telling her?” you say loudly, still thinking you’re alone.

You hear a loud noise in the background and whip your head to the door behind you. What you see causes your heart to drop and sets your nerves alight.

“Shit.” you mutter to herself when you see an embarrassed Kelley being scolded by Megan.

“Y/N, you still there?” Hope asks, getting worried with you not answering her.

“I have to go.” you say, hanging up the phone before looking fearfully at your teammates.

“How much of that did you guys hear?” you ask, a noticeable tremble in your voice.

“Just the end.” Alex says quietly.

“A little more than the end.” Megan says honestly as all three women walk up to sit at the table with you.

“How long have you been in love with her?” Kelley asks carefully, also watching the door to make sure no one else is coming into the room.

“I’ve been in love with Carli since the moment I saw her swagger into the U-21 team and try to take a distance shot against Hope.” you say with a chuckle, remembering an overconfident Carli Lloyd try a shot from about 50 yards out in a scrimmage on her first day at camp. Hope obviously caught the shot but you, along with a lot of your teammates, were impressed by Carli’s balls.

“Isn’t that like almost 20 years?” Megan asks, genuinely surprised to hear just how long you’ve been in love with Carli.

“It is.” you sigh.

“Why haven’t you told her?” Kelley asks.

“Because up until last year, she was with Brian and I would not dare do anything to jeopardise her relationship with him or me. And I would really appreciate it if you guys keep it to yourselves. She’s got enough to deal with, she doesn’t need this.” you say seriously. You didn’t want to add any more stress onto the already stressed-out woman.

“I won’t say a word Y/N.” Alex says, reassuringly squeezing your hand.

“I think you should tell her.” Megan says.

“Not you too.” you grumble, your head dropping into your hands.

“Come on Y/N, she’s not with Brian anymore, she’s already told all of us that she isn’t completely straight and from what we saw yesterday, I think she might feel the same way about you.” Megan says.

“No. It’s been twenty years Pinoe, she’s not in love with me, trust me.” you say, the sadness in your tone clear.

˳˳˳˳

Carli is in the hotel room getting dressed while talking to Hope on the phone.

“How are you feeling today? I spoke with Y/N earlier and she said yesterday was heavy.” Hope asks.

“I’m feeling better. I just needed a day to mourn everything, and Y/N was a real help. I don't know what I would've done without her here.” Carli says.

“So you’re still making heart eyes at Y/N?” Hope asks.

“Hope!” Carli says in a warning tone.

“What? You’ve been making heart eyes at Y/N for how long now? It’s about time you tell her how you feel.” Hope says, rolling her eyes at how clueless both of her friends are.

“I can’t tell her that! What if she doesn’t feel the same way and I ruin our friendship? I can’t risk losing her. I just can’t Hope.” Carli argues.

Hope sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. She doesn’t know how long she’s been trying to get her two best friends to finally admit their feelings to each other.

Carli told her about her crush on you before you told her about being in love with the forward, but of course Carli had quite the gay panic and she stayed with Brian – even marrying the man – before finally accepting herself and her feelings.

A lot of people think that Carli’s marriage fell apart because Brian was done waiting for Carli and stopped being the supportive boyfriend and husband he was known to be. In all honesty, it was a lot deeper than that. Carli realised that her heart wasn’t in the relationship and eventual marriage that she ran to because of how overwhelming her feelings for you were. She couldn’t deny that you had her heart, and she couldn’t stay in a marriage that eventually turned toxic.

“I really wish you would just tell her so you two can live happily ever after. You deserve a happily ever after with someone that you love and that loves you with all their heart.” Hope says and it’s Carli’s time to sigh as she listens to one of her closest friends. She doesn’t know how many times Hope has told her this over the past few years.

“That’s easier said than done y’know.” Carli says and Hope chuckles.

“Yeah well, you’re Carli Lloyd, your M.O. is all about doing things that are easier said than done.” Hope says.

Carli gets a notification on her phone and sees that you sent her a message asking her where she is, and that breakfast is being served.

“Look, I need to go, there’s breakfast, but I’ll talk to you later and maybe you’ll stop bugging me about my feelings for Y/N.” Carli says

“I’ll talk to you later, but the only way you’ll get me to stop bugging you about your feelings is if you finally admit them.” Hope says.

“Goodbye Hope.” Carli says rolling her eyes.

“Bye Carls.” Hope says.

˳˳˳˳

Later in the day you’re sitting with Carli in the hotel bath which she filled with cold water and ice.

“I hate ice baths.” you grumble, and Carli throws her head back and laughs at you.

“Even after all these years you’re still a fucking baby about this.” Carli teases.

“Well sorry I’m not a fucking polar bear like you.” you grumble, still shivering while Carli continues laughing.

No matter how many times Carli watched you take an ice bath it always made her laugh. She thought that after all these years you’d finally get used to them.

“If you don’t like them why do you keep doing them with me? You could use the big legs.” Carli asks.

“Well if you must know. I enjoy spending time with you, and back then this would be the only time when you’d actually somewhat relax.” you say.

“What if I had more time to relax?” Carli asks.

“What do you mean?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at Carli.

“I think this is it for me. I’ve been thinking about it for a while and it’s time I hang up the boots and start enjoying life.” Carli says softly, trying to gauge your reaction.

The only time you’d ever spoken about her retirement was when you managed to convince her that she was doing the right thing by not retiring and chasing the Olympics instead.

“Is this about Brian again or all those people that are talking shit about you retiring, because Carls, you could still play for a good couple years. I mean look at Formiga.” you say, confused at Carli’s sudden admission. You didn’t think Carli would actually consider retiring so soon, not after she had to fight so hard to get people to accept that she wasn’t.

“No, god no, it’s not anyone else. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now and this seems like a good year to hang it up and start enjoying life. Hope always talks about how great retirement is and how she’s enjoying it and I want that now. I want my happy ending, and this seems like a great year to cap off my career.” Carli explains and you listen intently.

“So this is all you, nothing else?” you ask.

“Yeah. I wanna spend more time with my friends and family and enjoy the next chapter of my life chasing that happily ever after.” Carli says with a soft smile and you can feel the tears running down your cheeks as you realise that this is it, Carli is actually retiring. It’s the end of an era in soccer and soon you won’t be lacing up for a match while sitting next to the woman you love.

“Oh god, what is it with Olympic Games and retirements.” you say, wiping the tears that are falling from your eyes as Carli pulls you into a tight hug.

“Thank you for always being there for me through all of it. It’s been a wild ride.” Carli whispers in your ear as she rubs your back trying to console you.

“Forgive my tears, I’m just… this is the end of an era and I’m getting emotional in a fucking ice bath. I’m just gonna miss playing with you so fucking much Carls.” you whisper as the two of you separate, Carli wiping her own tears away.

“I’m not retiring right away so we have a few matches left together and anyway I’m pretty sure you should start looking at retirement too. You’re not getting any younger.” Carli jokes, trying to cheer you up.

“Fuck you Lloyd. I’m three years younger than you. I could still go for another World Cup and Olympics.” you say with a mock glare.

“Then I’ll support you from the stands at every single game until you finally join me and Hope in retirement.” Carli says and you chuckle, albeit watery.

“Well you’ll be waiting for years because I’m only retiring when I turn fifty and become the most capped player in the whole goddamned world.” you say with playful smirk.

“Then Hope and I will be there with our walkers cheering you on until they pull you off the fucking field in a wheelchair.” Carli jokes, her heart skipping a beat when you let out a full bellied laugh.

Carli takes the moment to just look at you and commit this moment into memory. The way your y/e/c eyes glisten with tears that are still trickling slowly down your face despite the huge smile you’re wearing. She takes in how you’re still holding her hand, a small sense of comfort for the both of you, and how you’re still shivering slightly as you finally start to settle. She commits it to memory because she knows that these rare moments of sitting in an ice bath with you are going to come to an end soon.

“What?” you ask when you notice Carli studying you with a strange twinkle in her eyes and a soft smile on her face.

“Nothing. Just trying to remember all these moments for when they’re gone.” Carli says.

“These moments are never gonna go away. Even when you’re retired and enjoying life, I’ll show up in Jersey with ice so we can share an ice bath. This is never gonna end and there are so many more moments we’ll create together.” you say seriously, moving forward and wiping away a stray tear that’s fallen down Carli’s cheek.

The soft moment is disturbed when the alarm signalling the end of the ice bath rings loudly in the bathroom causing both of you to burst out laughing.

“I should get more emotional in ice baths, I forgot all about the cold.” you joke as you start getting out of the bathtub. Carli just shakes her head, biting her bottom lip to stop the “huge lovesick grin” – as Hope calls it – from escaping.

˳˳˳˳

It’s the day of the bronze medal match and everyone is in the locker room as Vlatko finishes off his pre-match speech. When he ends the speech and the cheering dies down, you stand up and go to the centre of the locker room.

“I just want to say something before we go out there.” you say, watching how everyone’s attention turns to you, all your teammates and members of the coaching staff watching you.

“This isn’t the medal we wanted, but it’s still a fucking medal. We have no option but to win this game and that should’ve been our motto since the beginning. There is no other option for us. This game is going to be one of the most important games that we’ll ever play. We are the first US Women’s National Team to get the chance to play for a bronze medal and we are going to be the first to win one. Not for our country and not for anyone else except for us and for those who have and are still paving the way forward. This is our chance to honour every single player in here.” you say, looking directly at Carli when you say the last sentence.

“I BELIEVE THAT WE WILL WIN!” you scream, starting a chant that has followed the team for decades.

“I BELIEVE THAT WE WILL WIN!” you say again, banging on the bench in front of you as the others join in.

Soon the entire locker room is chanting, and your eyes find Carli who is looking at you with a look you can’t describe but you see a smile so it can’t be bad.

˳˳˳˳

The final whistle blows and you drop to the ground, your head in your hands as your tears flow freely. You won, you just won the bronze medal match, and you are absolutely overjoyed. You did everything you could and it was finally good enough. The team as a whole needed to step up in a game as big as this and everyone stepped up and did their part. Carli was just amazing, those goals and just the way she played, it was absolutely breath-taking.

“Is she okay?” Sam asks as she stands with some of the girls on the pitch who watch as you sit on the pitch, tears flowing freely down your face.

“Yeah, why is she crying like that? We only won a bronze medal.” Rose adds.

“Oh dear children. This medal means more to Y/N than any of you will know.” Megan says with a small knowing smile.

“What do you mean?” Sam asks.

“My dear Tower of Power. This is more than a medal. This is validation. This is love.” Megan says just as Carli and Emily reach the group.

“What are you guys looking at?” Emily asks and Lindsey points to where you’re sitting on the pitch, your face in your hands as the tears are still running down your face.

“Is she crying?” Emily asks, shocked that you were actually crying. You were normally one of the more composed players. You didn’t even cry when you won the World Cup, at least until you got out of the view of any cameras or the public.

“I’m gonna go check on her.” Carli says, having an inkling as to why you might be crying.

“Should I get my phone so we can film this?” Kelley asks Megan when Carli is halfway on her way to you.

“Yes. They’re gonna wanna show it to their children.” Megan says and the others around them look at her confused before looking at where Carli sits next to you on the pitch.

“You do know that we won right?” Carli asks as she sits next to you and a watery laugh escapes your lips.

“I know. I’m just really emotional right now.” you say with a smile as you wipe away the last of your tears.

“I never thought I’d see the day that Carli Lloyd played her last Olympic Games match and now here we are and we fucking won. You’re going out with a medal and a motherfucking brace. I’m so proud of you.” you say, smiling when you see the glowing smile on Carli’s face.

“Now you’re gonna make me cry.” Carli says, wiping a stray tear from her eye.

“Wow, Carli Lloyd crying twice at one tournament, damn.” you joke and Carli just laughs.

“It’s the last one, might as well.” Carli shrugs and you turn your head to look at her.

“What?” Carli asks when she sees a look on your face that she can’t decipher.

“It’s crazy that this is it.” you say with a sense of melancholy.

“Yeah.” Carli says, dropping her head to rest on your shoulder.

˳˳˳˳

“They’re so cute.” Kelley squeals as they watch you and Carli, the both of you looking like you’re in your own world.

“Cuter than Sam and Kristie and that’s saying something.” Megan says, nodding over to where Kristie is sitting with Sam Kerr.

“You think Y/N will tell her?” Alex asks and Megan shrugs.

“Tell her what?” Emily asks.

“That she’s in love with her.” Kelley says without thinking.

“I knew it!” Emily exclaims.

“Ow!” Kelley says, rubbing the spot on the back of her head where Alex hit her.

˳˳˳˳

“I’m gonna miss this.” Carli says as you play with her fingers.

“Me too.” you say with a soft smile.

You continue to sit with Carli for a few more minutes, the two of you just enjoying each other’s company before you stop playing with Carli’s fingers and look straight at the woman. Carli tilts her head, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“I love you Carli Lloyd and it has been a privilege and an honour to play beside you for all these years. Thank you.” you say softly before placing a soft kiss on Carli’s forehead, missing the faint blush on the forward’s cheeks.

“You’re really trying to get me to cry now.” Carli jokes, not knowing what else to say.

“I can’t be the only one with a splotchy crying face.” you say nudging Carli with your shoulder.

“I think maybe we should get back to the team. I really think some of the other players really need to see you get up. They’re not used to seeing the normally always composed Y/N Y/L/N break down crying for a bronze medal.” Carli says after turning to look back and seeing quite a few of the players looking at the two of you and trying to make it look like they’re not looking. Kelley also has a phone in her hands, why?

“I kind of want to live in this moment forever.” you confess.

“Me too. But I’m feeling it in my knees, and I think I need ice.” Carli says and you can’t help but laugh out loud

“C’mon old lady.” you say, getting up and pulling Carli up with you.

“Hey Carli.” you call out as you follow her to the group of your teammates watching you.

“Yeah?” Carli asks, turning around to look at you.

You can feel your heart stop and the words you were about to say get stuck in your throat when you see that smile on Carli’s face, the very same smile that has had you falling for the women for almost 20 years.

In that moment you surprise yourself by letting your heart lead instead of your head. You step forward, cupping Carli’s cheeks with your hands and you press your lips against hers. Carli gasps in surprise before closing her eyes and leaning into the kiss, her lips moving effortlessly against yours as though you had been kissing for years.

“YES!!” Kelley screams, punching her fist in the air while Megan grabs the phone out of her hand before it falls and they miss the moment.

When you and Carli separate, both of you are laughing when you hear the cheers of the team and a voice, that sounds suspiciously like Emily Sonnet’s, screaming, “GET IT!”.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Carli whispers against your lips.

“Oh I think I do.” you say with a soft chuckle.

“I’ve been waiting almost twenty years.” you say before pulling Carli into another kiss.

[wososage]

I’m not allergic to fruit: USWNT x reader

Request: But maybe one where baby R has an allergic attack and faints in front of the team and they get really worries especially most of the older players like Kelley, Alex, Becky, Julie, Tobin, and Christen

Word count: 788

Warning: none

A/N: originally i was gonna write two and post them when i got to 500 followers but i have a calc exam tomorrow that i have been studying all weekend for so here is one and i will try to write another one tomorrow after the exam before i start studying for my physics exam.

Y/N POV

“To dinner!” I yell from my spot on Sam’s back. “Come on go faster I am hungry!”

“Y/N I am moving as fast as I can, if you want to get there faster you could always walk.”

“Ew no, why would I do that when you can carry me. It’s great because I don’t have to walk and I get to cuddle with you.”

“Alright, you leech,” Sam says as we enter the meal room. “Time for you to get down and eat dinner.”

“Thanks for the ride Sammy!” I say before I get distracted by all of our options for dinner. I grab all my favorite foods before I go to the table that Becky and Alyssa are sitting at to prove that I am eating a healthy meal.

“Please get some more fruit, Y/N,” Becky says. “Then you can go sit with the kids and eat.

I immediately pout because fruit is so gross. 

“Can’t I eat more vegetables instead?” I whine, trying my best to get out of eating fruit. “I’ll even take vitamins.

“You already take vitamins kid,” Alyssa says. “Go sit with the kids, I will get you some fruit. Which you will be eating if you want dessert tonight.”

“Fine,” I say with a huff. I walk over to the kids’ table and sit next to Mal and Tierna.

“What’s wrong little Y/N,” Mal asks.

“I’m not little,” I grumble. 

“You are the shortest and the youngest on the team,” Tierna says. “You are always going to be our little Y/N.”

I start to eat my food, which starts to make me happy, but the mood immediately disappears because Alyssa puts a bowl of fruit in front of me. 

“Eat,” She says with a pointed look.

“Okay,” I whine, hoping she will leave and stop babying me so the rest of the kids don’t make fun of me.

“Awww is baby Y/N mad that they have to eat fruit,” Rose says. “Maybe you will grow up to be big and strong if you eat your fruit.”

“Leave me alone Rosie,” I say quietly. “I’m a teenager, not a little kid.”

I focus on eating my food and ignore everything that is happening at the table. Eventually, I am left staring at the bowl of fruit.

Tierna pokes me and nods to the bowl of fruit.

“The sooner you eat the fruit, the sooner we get to go upstairs and chill,” she says.

I eat a strawberry and grimace as I try to not freak out at the fact that I am eating fruit. 

“Hey Y/N/N,” says getting my attention. “Why don’t you like fruit?”

I swallow down a few blueberries before I turn to her and answer.

“It always makes my throat itchy,” I say. “And my face gets really red.”

I eat some pineapple before I realize that everyone at the table is staring at me.

“What?” I ask to no one in particular. 

“Y/N,” Sam says with concern evident in her voice. “What do you mean that your throat gets itchy?”

“It’s like when I have a cold,” I explain while finishing the bowl of fruit. “It goes away after a while but it is really annoying.” 

“Y/N! Are you allergic to fruit?!” Tierna asks with panic. “Why did you just eat a whole bowl of fruit if you know that you are going to have an allergic reaction?”

“I’m not allergic to fruit,” I say. “Doesn’t everyone’s throat get itchy when you eat fruit?”

“No!,” pretty much everyone at the table yells at the same time, which gains the attention of everyone in the room.

Becky, Alyssa, Tobin, and Christen come over to our table to see what all of the chaos is about. 

“What’s going on over here kids,” Christen asks. 

“Did you guys know that Y/N is allergic to fruit?” Sam asks while pointing at me.

“I’m not allergic to fruit,” I say. “Everyone’s throats get itchy when they eat fruit.”

“No!” Tobin says. “No one’s throats get itchy when they eat fruit.”

“Y/N, you have hives on your face,” Alyssa says. “Do you have an EpiPen?”

“No,” I say. “Why would I have an EpiPen?”

“Y/N, how do you feel?” Becky asks. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”

“It usually isn’t this hard to breathe,” I say. “And my face is more itchy than normal.”

“We are taking you to the hospital,” Becky says.

“Does this mean you won’t make me eat fruit anymore?” I ask with some hope in my voice. 

“No Y/n, you don’t have to eat fruit anymore.”

“Can I eat dessert before we go?”

“No!”

“That’s stupid.”