#jflemings blurb night

[jflemings]

Alessia Russo + late night romantic moments // one listening to the other talk (or rant) about their day, the room being too dark for the other to notice how their partner is lovingly gazing at them, hanging on to every word that leaves their lips

— in the dark

alessia russo x chelsea!reader

blurb

(this might not rlly fit the prompt :/ sorry)

“and i wasn’t getting on the end of any passes. it was like my body completely forgot how to play football! i feel like i made a fool out of myself in front of sonia” you speak into the darkness, the worries of your first training session with your new coach playing on your mind.

alessia blindly reaches for you, gripping your hand tightly “i’m sure you didn’t make a fool out of yourself” she says confidently “everybody has bad training sessions but sonia sounds smart. she hasn’t gone into the job blindly, she’s watched your matches before. she knows how good you are”

“less—”

the sheets rustle with her movement and you feel the mattress dip closer to you, followed by your girlfriend’s arm draped over your chest. you can’t see anything — not even your own hand if it was two inches from your face — but you can feel her eyes on you. she looks at you with so much love and admiration that you can feel it radiating off of her.

“i’m serious” she says softly to you “one bad session doesn’t mean you’re a bad player or that she won’t consider you as a season starter. you’re talented and i know she knows it”

you let her words hand in the air and sigh, attempting to let all of your worries wash over you like water. you move closer towards alessia and pull her arm further over you so that she’s half on top of you, before you wrap your arms around her.

“i love you, do y’know that? i can’t think of another person that would let me rant about my day over and over the way you do”

“thats what i’m here for” she says as she kisses your cheek “and who else would give as great advice as i do? i can’t think of a single person”

“lotte, probably”

“hey!”

[jflemings]

jessie looks so good at the friendlies match…thinking about reader stealing things like her shorts etc when they go out (and jessie getting pouty because they are like. the only clothes she seems to own)

— closet raiding

jessie fleming x reader

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“jess are you ready?” you shout through your apartment as you get your shoes on

jessie walks out of the bedroom in a huff with two pairs of shorts in her hands: her yellow and blue nike ones that she insists on keeping, and a gray pair that she wears most days.

“no” she half whines “i can’t find my dark green shorts even though i’m positive i washed them two days ago. have you—” she stops mid-sentence and stares at you. or rather, the pants you’re wearing.

“you’re wearing them!” she points

you look down at yourself and shrug “sorry baby, i didn’t realise, i guess i just pulled them out of the drawer without looking”

“my drawer”

“sharing is caring” you smirk cheekily as jessie huffs again, her shoulders sagging and her lips turning into a pout.

“babe,” she draws out as her hands fall to her sides in defeat “i wanted to wear those ones especially for today”

you stifle a laugh “okay, okay. i’ll take them off”

you slip the shorts off right there in the entryway and hand them to her before quickly moving around her and heading straight back for the bedroom. jessie follows your half naked form with her eyes, trailing the length of your legs and the curve of your ass.

“that’s not fair!” she shouts to you “i can’t be annoyed at you when you’re in your underwear!”

[jflemings]

Alessia Russo + Post Argument make-up talk // Alessia tries to forget about the argument after a while and goes in for a hug, kiss, or any other form of affection that is a force of habit but Reader gives her the cold shoulder + “i don’t want to go to bed angry…can we please talk about this?” 

— attention

alessia russo x reader

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you have your back turned to alessia as she climbs into bed. she shifts as she slides under the covers and gets comfortable before letting a relaxed sigh past her lips. her arm slides around your waist and she begins to cuddle into your back, but you push her off without a word.

the argument earlier had been tiresome and quick, but it hurt as if she had screamed and cursed at you. it was silly. you had been feeling a bit neglected since the season started back up and alessia, tired as ever, had simply told you that you that she couldn’t give you the attention you wanted all the time and that you were just being needy.

perhaps you were overreacting by giving her the cold shoulder, but her words cut deep and you weren’t prepared to let her off the hook when she hadn’t even apologised.

“babe” she says tiredly, her hand on your shoulder “please”

you shrug her off once again and she sits up.

“i don’t want to go to bed angry… can we please talk about this?”

“talk about how i’m too needy?” you snap “yeah, sure. tell me all about it”

the striker sighs “i didn’t mean it like that. i just meant that with everything going on at the moment — the inconsistency of the team, the losses, the pressure — i’m not always going to be able to give you my undivided attention”

you shake your head and sit up along side her “i know that, less, and i don’t expect to have your undivided attention. what i do expect is a little communication” rubbing your arm, you look away from her briefly to figure out your words. she still doesn’t say anything, just listening to you as you speak.

“i won’t be offended if you need space or if you want to be left alone, i get that. i know how disappointing the season has been so far for you, okay? i see it, but completely brushing me off, giving me short answers and sometimes straight up ignoring me is not something i’m going to tolerate. your mood shouldn’t affect how you treat me”

alessia nods and places a tender hand on your back “i know, and i’m so sorry. it’s not right of me to treat you the way i have been, especially since i’ve not confided in you whenever you’ve asked me if i wanted to talk. you aren’t needy, and i know you don’t ask for my undivided attention very often.”

she leans into you and places a quick kiss on your cheek “and i’m also sorry for not speaking about it sooner”

you place your hand on her cheek and lean in to kiss her sweetly, pulling away and smiling softly at her “it’s okay. i’m sorry for not speaking about it too”

“can i get that cuddle now?”

“of course you can”

[jflemings]

could you build on the fox fic “the way i loved you”? Maybe Emily running into Reader for the first time at the club or her dodging Reader’s attempts at talking?

— breaking down and coming undone

emily fox x reader

part 2 of the way i loved you

“he looked right at me and then pushed the whole jar of sugar off the counter” katie tells emily animatedly “caitlin and i spent ages cleaning up the sugar and glass and i still got a cut on my foot”

emily shakes her head as she pushes the door to the physio’s office open. katie steps into the room, looking around for rose, but her eyes fall on an unfamiliar figure across the room.

“excuse me” the irishwoman says “is rose around?”

“oh!” you gasp in shock as you clutch your chest, turning to face the two footballers “you scared the life out of me” you laugh.

emily freezes. she can’t stop her jaw from dropping, or her heart from stopping, or her stomach from falling through her. it’s like cement has been poured over her feet the way she stays planted even after katie steps forward to greet you.

she can see your lips moving, can just faintly hear katie’s thick accent as she introduces herself, but she can’t snap herself out of it fast enough.

“this is foxy— emily” she catches katie saying.

you look at her with a glimmer in your eye and a shy smile on your face before you wave katie off “i know emily. we grew up together”

katie furrows her brows “really? em, you didn’t say anything about her being here now”

“well—”

“she didn’t know” you cut your ex off with a tight lipped smile “i didn’t tell her”

“well this must be a nice surprise!” katie exclaims before waving to you.

“yeah” emily interjects before katie can continue to talk about how good it is that you’re here “is rose around? she asked for us”

your face falls for a slither of a moment before nods in your head “she’s just stepped out for a moment, she’ll be back”

“great, i’ll just come back then” she tells you quickly, not sparing you or katie a glance as she walks out the door.

emily beelines it for the dressing room, ignoring kyra and alessia’s attempt to say hi and dodging leah as she steps into the hallway. she can’t think of anything other than the night she dumped you and how the disgusting feeling of regret has followed her since.

[jflemings]

Emily Fox + exes to lovers // They know each other best. Even after their break-up their ex is still the first person they want to call when something good or bad happens. + “It was the right thing at the time. We weren’t ready for it.” “Do you think we are now?”

— know me best

emily fox x reader

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emily knows that she shouldn’t have called you, shouldn’t have left you that voicemail, but she couldn’t help it. the deal with arsenal was finalised and you were still the only person she wanted to celebrate with.

now though, she freezes as your name buzzes on her phone. her hands feel numb as she swipes to answer your call.

“hello?”

“congrats” you say immediately “i got your voicemail. this is a really big deal, em. you deserve it”

emily bites the inside of her cheek “i’m sorry, i just… i talked to you all the time about playing in a european league and i couldn’t help but call you. i know that’s probably not what you were expecting”

“you’re right, it wasn’t” you tell her honestly, no annoyance or malice in your voice “but i’m glad you did. i’m proud of you”

emily’s throat runs dry “you’re still the only person i want to tell things to — good or bad.” she pauses “and it’s really good to hear your voice”

“it’s good to hear your voice too. i missed it a lot”

a moment of silence reveals the awkward elephant in the room and emily can’t hold her tongue.

“do you think – um, do you ever think that maybe we didn’t make the right choice”

you remain quiet but she can hear you kiss your teeth and sigh, almost like you were expecting her to ask. she wonders if you’re going to sugarcoat your answer just to end the conversation or if you’ll respond with honesty.

“it was the right thing at the time. we weren’t ready for it,” you say carefully “and i had to do what was best for my career”

“i know” she responds softly “do you think we are now?”

she tries to bury the sound of her hopes but her voice gives way at the end of her question. it’s loaded, and probably not what you were expecting to hear when you called her, but you haven’t hung up yet. emily counts that as a win.

“i think our careers are too important to us right now” you sigh “and you’re moving to a different continent. i’m not ready for that kind of distance even if i was ready to be in a relationship with you again”

“i understand”

you pause again, collecting your thoughts, before emily hears your door open and close. she can tell you’ve pulled the phone away from your ear as you speak in a hushed tone.

she hears a woman’s voice calling you baby.

she hates the fact that she tried to call you in the first place.

you put yourself back on the phone “i’ve gotta go—”

“i know. thanks for calling back”

“yeah. no problem”

[jflemings]

IDK if this fits but a fic or headcanon where Katie and Caitlin take Piper out for a day maybe to the zoo or a museum.

— meerkat mccabe

mcfoord x child!oc

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about a month ago piper and jessie had watched a nature documentary about meerkats and everything to do with them. every detail that could be put into an hour and a half long doco had been, and piper had become quickly obsessed. she went to training the next day rattling off all the facts that she could remember to anybody who would listen, showing off her impressive memory.

she had decided that katie was going to be the person she followed around that day — and by extension, caitlin — which meant that the irishwoman was on the receiving end of your daughter’s info dump right up until you went home. the next week katie and caitlin came to you asking if they could take piper to the zoo for the day as an early birthday present, which has led them here.

katie hoists piper up onto her hip so she can see into the enclosure, the both of them eagle eyed as they look at the meerkats scurrying around. piper’s eyes are wide and her jaw is dropped as she points and giggles at the animals, her eyes going wild.

caitlin unzips piper’s backpack hanging off the pram, retrieving her hat and waterbottle. “here pip” she says as she places the hat on her head.

piper doesn’t falter “you’re like a meerkat, katie” she says as caitlin hands her the waterbottle.

“how do you figure?”

“they have big packs like your family!” she says cheerily before taking a long drink of her water “and sometimes you look like a meerkat”

“i do not look like a meerkat” katie almost splutters as caitlin laughs. she blindly swats at her girlfriend whilst piper continues to talk, completely engrossed in the animals.

“when they stand on their back legs and smile”

caitlin shrugs “i agree. you do look like a meerkat when you smile”

[jflemings]

jessie x emotional reader that cries at every stupid hopecore video they see and jessie finds it so endearing and cute even if it’s a little bit silly <3

— hope

jessie fleming x reader

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when jessie sees you curled up in bed crying, her mind kicks into overdrive. she comes up behind you and tucks her head into your shoulder “are you okay baby? why are you crying”

you sniffle loudly but cut yourself off with a sob, causing jessie to press herself further into you. she wipes your tears as best she can and peppers the side of your face with soft, comforting kisses.

“its just a video on tiktok” you tell her, nodding your head towards your phone that’s laying face down beside you.

jessie sighs “again?”

“they just fill me with so much hope!” you cry and roll over to face her, tears tracking down your face. she smiles softly at you and wipes a thin under your eye

“baby” she coos, climbing into bed with you “you’re too cute”

you shake your head and wrap your arms tightly around her, pulling jessie into you. using all the strength you can muster, you roll the two of you over so that jessie is laying on her back. she puts her arms around you and kisses you all over your face repeatedly, making you giggle loudly.

“i love you” you tell her whilst she attacks you “so, so, so much”

“i love you more” she says against the side of your face “my baby”

[jflemings]

Emily Fox + exes to lovers + giving their new partner advice on how to treat them, and it resulting in a row when the other person finds out + “You broke up with me!” “Yeah, well, I regret doing that!” 

— i feel like

emily fox x reader

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in all fairness, you dug your own grave the minute you decided to open your mouth to emily’s new girlfriend. you overstepped an obvious boundary and now, as emily yells at you,

“i cannot believe you!” she shouts at you, pointing an accusing finger at you “what makes you think you have the right to speak to her? you broke up with me!”

“yeah, well, i regret doing that!” you shout back at her, rendering her silent. she open and closes her mouth before staring at you blankly and dropping her arms by her sides.

her face screws up “don’t lie to me” she sneers.

defeated, you sit down on the bar stool behind you and put your head in your hands “i’d never lie to you” you tell her quietly “i have never lied to you”

“you told me that we weren’t working”

“and i wasn’t lying” you tell her earnestly “but just because we weren’t working doesn’t mean i stopped loving you. i wanted nothing more than to work on it with you, but then arsenal came calling and you moved to another country, and it just seemed like the right thing to do”

looking at her, your eyes soften “i’m sorry em”

a beat passes and emily sighs “why’d you talk to her?”

“because she asked. i didn’t randomly offer her information about our relationship and why we broke up”

the defender comes to sit beside you, mirroring your position. “is it true that you got offered a position in the london branch?”

you nod “how do you know that?”

“i asked olivia” she confesses quietly “i couldn’t help it”

your eyes shift to the clock on your oven on the other side of the kitchen “she’ll be wondering where you are”

“let her wonder” emily mutters “she’s not coming back to london with me anyway”

emily taps her nails against your countertop. you grasp her hand gently, grabbing her attention.

“how would you feel if i went to london?”

“i feel like that’s all i want”

[jflemings]

jessie coming home late one day to find piper and reader cuddled up asleep in reader and jessie’s bed <3

— warm welcome

jessie fleming x reader, jessie fleming x child!oc {piper’s world}

ficlet

jessie quietly closes the front door behind her and toes off her shoes, leaving them on the shoe rack. she puts her keys in the glass trinket tray on the buffet table next to the door, shrugs off her canada coat and rubs her hands down her face.

exhaustion suddenly overcomes her, and all the adrenaline and stress of the national camp she’s coming off leaks out of her. her shoulders slump as she drags herself off in the direction of your room, sneaking into the darkness quietly and placing her bags at the end of the bed.

she flicks on the lamp on her bedside table and is faced with both you and piper under the covers, curled in the same foetal position facing eachother. the soft warm light illuminates your figures and makes your most prominent facial features stand out, making you look like an angel.

she gets changed into a pair of your matildas shorts and a grey sweatshirt before climbing under the covers with the both of you, curling herself around piper and flicking the lamp off.

“welcome home” you whisper into the dark, slightly startling jessie.

jessie reaches for your hand and pulls you closer to her and piper before placing her lips on the back of your hand. “did she travel okay?”

you hum “her and kyra fell asleep on the plane ride back. they wore eachother out”

the canadian’s eyes slowly begin to close but she stroke your arm delicately in the dark “and you?”

“same old, same old”

silence overtakes the two of you once again and jessie can hear your breathing begin to even out once again. she allows herself to fall into sleep’s embrace rather quickly, the thought of waking up next to you and piper only encouraging her to fall asleep faster.

[jflemings]

kk harvey x shy!reader, a party, ‘eyes speak’

:)

�� across the room

caroline ‘kk’ harvey x reader

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caroline sways slightly as she pushes herself off the wall and exits the conversation her friends are having without her. she slowly pushes through the crowd, her eyes never once leaving your face.

when you turn your head and lock eyes with her, kk stops in her tracks. the way the room slows down and blurs around your figure feels like something straight out of a movie — like one of the overly cheesy, borderline cringe ones the girls will force her to watch when she gets outvoted on movie nights.

your eyes sparkle under the low hazy light of the party, and caroline’s feet become unstuck. now, she moves through the crowd with intent and a newfound determination about her. your eyes draw her closer and closer until she’s standing right beside you.

“hey pretty girl” she says lowly, leaning against the wall next to you.

she can tell you’re blushing. you always blush whenever she talks to you.

“hi caroline” you reply, now turning your body towards her.

the way your tongue wraps around the vowels of her name makes a tingle runs up and down kk’s spine like a chill on the first morning of winter. she gives you a smile that she hopes is somewhat attractive in her drunken state, but she can never be sure when she’s as wobbly as she is.

she leans her head on the wall that she’s leant on and looks at you through hooded eyes “are you having a good time?”

you shrug and swirl the contents of your drink “i guess. this isn’t really my scene”

kk pauses for a moment, taking the time to study every minuscule detail of your face. from the colour of your eyes to every mark and imperfection, she tries to memorise it all.

“do you wanna get out of here?” she asks before she can think about it

you look behind you for a fleeting moment “i told my roommate i’d be back before one”

“i can walk you to your dorm” she offers easily “just so i know you got home safe”

you cock your head and give her one of your soft smiles “yeah, okay”

[jflemings]

can we get some piper and lana headcanons 💗💗

— alanna & piper headcanons

— piper likes to be carried in alanna’s shoulders

— alanna bought piper a little tutu and a pair of ballerina flats because the two of them would pretend to be ballerinas on camp

— alanna will sneak piper extra bacon at breakfast

— they love watching the barbie movies together

— if piper gets up before you on camp, alanna will take her for a walk with mackenzie to get coffee and hot chocolate

— piper isn’t particularly bossy but for some reason she can be when it comes to alanna because alanna will do anything she says

— piper will frequently drag alanna and mackenzie to tea parties in your room during camps (with imaginary tea cups)

— alanna once bought piper a $200 pair of shoes because she genuinely couldn’t help herself

— alanna can really bring piper out of her shell if she’s feeling shy or gets embarrassed

— piper insisted on making christmas tree ornaments for the whole team one year, alanna keeps the ornament hung up on her fridge all year round because she thinks it’s so cute

[jflemings]

Hello! Love your fics very, very much :) Loved your Sammy K fic heaps, not many people write for her :'( But I thought I'd shoot my shoot and send you a prompt for her.

Sammy K, "you're short Sam, deal with it."

Take it if you please, if it doesn't tickle your fancy, leave it be. Also not sure if I missed blurb night, it's late afternoon on the 21st for me where I am.

Love your stuff and very, very grateful that you share it here with us crazies

— above average

sam kerr x reader

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you roll your eyes as your fiancée continues a dead argument. she holds her hand flat at the top of her head “babe, i’m serious. i’m at least 5’9”

you continue to fold the laundry — separating yours and sam’s clothes and then organising them by item — as she goes on and on about her height.

“isn’t emily 5’10? how can you be 5’9 if she’s so much taller than you”

sam drops her hands by her side “she is not that much taller than me. and when’s the last time we saw em? i think your memory is a little foggy”

you shake your head “honey” you say almost mockingly “my memory isn’t foggy”

she’s quick to step out of the kitchen and cross the room towards you, immediately putting the back of her hand to your forehead “bub you’re burning up!”

you smack her hand away “you’re short sam, deal with it”

“i’m above average!”

“as a footballer, maybe”

the striker’s jaw drops and she makes a noise that sounds like a mix of a squark and an outraged cry “maybe?! i’m one of the best in the world and i’m not even being cocky”

you kiss her cheek and go back to folding her t-shirts “i know baby, you’re the best”

she nods decisively once and crosses her arms over her chest “and i’m tall”

“no, sam, you aren’t”

[jflemings]

jessie having their daughter as a mascot when she’s like 3/4 for canada and she’s gets overwhelmed/nervous and starts crying in the tunnel so jessie carries her out on the walk out :(

— shy

jessie fleming x child!oc

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josie tugs on piper’s shorts to gain her attention as tears brim her eyes.

jessie pouts and places her hand on top of her daughter’s head “aw jose” she coos as she picks her up “what’s wrong?”

josie doesn’t respond and instead tucks her head into the crook of jessie’s neck like she’s trying to bury her head in some sand. it doesn’t matter how much coaxing jessie does, josie doesn’t remove her face from her neck.

“it’s okay. all we have to do is walk out and stand on the pitch for the national anthem and then you can go back to mum, okay?” the canadian says softly “it’ll be quick and you don’t have to look at the crowd”

“what’s going on little miss” kailen asks softly, brushing her finger over josie’s tightly closed fist that’s caught up in jessie’s canada jacket “are you a bit shy?”

josie nods and peers at the keeper from over jessie’s shoulder

“can i tell you a secret?” her voice drops to a whisper “sometimes i get shy walking out too. and so does your mama”

josie shakes her head “mama doesn’t get shy”

jessie chuckles shortly “sometimes i do”

“you should ask sincy about your mama��s first camp, she’ll tell you how shy she was”

jessie turns around and shoots her teammate a pointed look, continuing to comfort her daughter in her arms. she leans her head on josie’s and turns back around.

“it’s okay to be shy. everybody gets shy sometimes”

josie pulls her head out of jessie’s neck and wipes her few stray tears with the back of her hand. she sits up in jessie’s arms more confidently and peers over her shoulder at the rest of the team lining up.

the familiar faces of the canadian women’s nation team seemingly give her a boost of confidence. she gives jessie a small smile.

jessie shifts her hold and swipes a thumb under josie’s eyes “you ready?”

she nods “i’m ready”

[jflemings]

thinking about those calm moments of newborn life where you’ve got the baby laid on your chest while you are resting on jessie’s sat in between her legs watching tv on an evening and you are both exhausted and in need of a shower but it’s so perfect

— calm

jessie fleming x reader

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jessie pushes you forward slightly so she can slip in behind you on the couch, slotting her legs on either side of yours before pulling you back against her chest. sighing, you wriggle against her to get comfortable.

“i need a shower so bad” you say with a disgusted tone “i smell like spit up”

jessie rubs your shoulders “i can take her, you go have a shower”

the thought of freshly washed hair, clean smelling skin and clothes that weren’t covered in spit up and other various bodily fluids was very alluring to you. you pursed your lips and thought about it for a moment, looking down the hallway and towards the bathroom wistfully as jessie runs her hands up and down your biceps.

your brain says you could spare ten minutes. your daughter is asleep on your chest, and jessie is more than capable of looking after your newborn, but the feeling of her slightly calloused hands on your skin keeps you rooted in place.

you get settled again and sink further into jessie’s chest “in a minute. this is nice”

“you just said you stink”

“yeah but you’re not complaining so i can’t smell that bad”

[jflemings]

guro x kerr!reader being completely oblivious to guro liking her and sam finds it so funny

— it’s so obvious

guro reiten x kerr!reader, sam kerr x sister!reader

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sam resists the urge to laugh as you, once again, take guro’s blantent flirting as just being friendly. the norwegian visibly deflates as you walk away and begin talking to niamh and cat, the look on her face being priceless.

since you’d started working for chelsea’s media team last season, guro had been absolutely smitten with you. she had endured endless teasing from the girls over your obliviousness but she didn’t care.

sam waves her over to the booth they’ve claimed in the bar, biting off a smile when she sees the defeated look on her friends face. guro slides into the seat and puts her chin in her palm “i can’t believe she thinks i’m just being friendly! i’ve made it so obvious at this point”

“she doesn’t know you like her because you have asked her out on a date” erin says from opposite her “obviously the girl’s not going to think you like her if you haven’t made a move”

“I’ve made plenty of moves!”

sam swirls the ice in her glass “complimenting her t-shirt and telling her she’s good at her job doesn’t count” she says confidently “i’ve known her her whole life. trust me, you’ve just got to be up front and honest. nip it in the bud”

guro’s brows furrow as she watches you and niamh chat all the way to the bar. you’re clearly very invested in the conversation and whatever niamh has to say, even though guro is sure that with her intoxicated state she isn’t making much sense.

without warning — to herself or her friends around her — guro stands and marches straight up to you and niamh, putting her hand on your shoulder to get your attention.

your eyes brighten as you turn to face her “i was wondering where you just got too!” you tell her over the loud music “do you want a drink?”

“would you like to go on a date with me?” the words tumble out of her mouth and she bites the inside of her cheek “i mean—”

“finally” niamh says loudly next to you “wait ‘till i tell jessie about this. should i call her?” she contemplates out loud.

you pay your friend no mind as you lace your fingers through guro’s “i would love to go on a date with you” you say with a smile “can i get you a drink?”

guro smiles and nods, the alcohol only making her blush more prominent. beside you, niamh fiddles with her phone.

“i’m gonna call her. what time is it in portland? who cares, she’ll want to know that guro finally grew some balls of steel”

“niamh”

[jflemings]

jessie blurb? headcanon? that when you guys move to portland she makes it her mission to find stuff like assorted snacks that you’d get from back home so you don’t feel homesick :)

— snack isle

jessie fleming x reader

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no specific snacks are mentioned

the move hard been hard but exciting. from the moment jessie took the offer to her very first time on the pitch for the portland thorns, emotions had been high.

she had trouble with her work visa, you had two suitcases arrive later than the others, a leg on your brand new couch broke when the both of you sat on it for the first time, and jessie had woken up with a killer migraine the day before her first game.

on top of all of that, you were feeling incredibly homesick.

you had been so excited to start this new chapter with jess but one bad thing happening after another had begun to weigh you down tremendously.

jessie felt horribly guilty about it, too. you had moved for her career and whilst she missed london at times, she had seen her family way more than she had before, and she had janine and sinc ready to welcome her to the club. you only had her.

so, here she was, in the snack isle of a small grocery store that sold international food. she looks over the array of packaged food with a misson. she needed to find your all time favourites, and she wasn’t going home empty handed.

she takes a bit of everything. chips, sweets, an extra sugary soda that she can’t stand, and a pack of biscuits that you’d have with your tea almost every night before bed. satisfied, the canadian pays for the food and then makes her way back to her car with a newfound determination.

she walks into the apartment and hurriedly throws her keys onto the kitchen bench before getting all her purchases out of the bag. she arranges them neatly on the bench, nodding and giving herself a satisfied hum of approval just as she hears you walk through the door.

“jess?” you call out.

“kitchen!”

you walk further into your still plain apartment, sighing tiredly.

“did you get ahold of the guy that’s meant to mount our tv? i only had a short break today and couldn’t call”

you stop when you see the pile of snacks in your kitchen, your girlfriend standing beside them like she’s presenting you with a prize.

“i didn’t talk to the tv guy but i did get all your favourite snacks” she says with a smile, putting her hands behind her back “i know you haven’t really been settling very well so i thought this was the least i could do”

you frown and pull her into a warm embrace “thank you”

she leans her head on your shoulder “it’s what i’m here for”