#kk harvey

[foreingersgod]

You (on my arm) . CH

pairing: caroline harvey x reader

synopsis: cute moments with kk throughout your relationship!

A/N: this came out kinda shitty, but i promise i’ll have better kk content coming haha

I wanna sit around and watch you do your hair

“you’re so pretty,” caroline sounded from the doorway of the bathroom “d’you know that?”

it was nearing 6:30 am on a friday morning. you hated getting up early with every fiber of your being, wanting to stay wrapped in caroline’s arms for as long as you could. but today, she had an away game, causing the both of you to pack an overnight bag and make an excruciatingly long drive.

you quite honestly looked a mess, dressed in your comfy clothes and your face decorated with the smallest amount of makeup. your hair was a disaster as you brushed it out, trying to style it in a somewhat presentable manner.

“shut up,” you laughed, looking at her through the mirror. she looked so good, also in her lazy day clothes as she leaned against the frame of the entry way, arms folded across her chest. she looked you up and down, smiling adoringly “i look like a disaster”

“not to me,” she came up behind you, moving stray hairs away from you neck so she could rest her chin on your shoulder. her hands planted themselves on your waist “you look gorgeous no matter what”

you turned your head, planting a kiss to her temple, humming against her skin. she sighed as she gave a gentle rub to your hip.

“love you” she mumbled, voice muffled by your sweatshirt.

“love you more” you confessed to her like you had a thousand times before. she was your person, your everything.

Talk it all into the ground

Have a ceremony there for something, don't know what it'd be

you were sprawled across the grassy meadow, long green blades standing tall, surrounding your body. your sundress rode up your thighs a bit, sneakers kicked off somewhere next to you. your arm was outstretched to your left as your hand fit snuggly into caroline’s. she laid next to you in the grass, smiling at you past the scattered flora. you looked radiant like this: skin glowing and sunkist, hair descending down your shoulders and onto the dampened earth beneath you, teeth sparkling as you let out the most infectious laugh.

she sat up, rolling onto her side and propping her head up on her hand as she stared down at you. her free hand maneuvered over to toy with the hem of your dress, fingers gliding across the soft material.

“i’m gonna marry you one day, i swear”

your cheeks burned from the sun, growing even hotter as she said that. there weren’t enough words to describe how caroline made you feel, so appreciated and wanted and loved. you had every intention of marrying her. although for now it would have to wait, you hated the idea of planning things and balancing school and a job and a full on wedding at the same time. but you both knew, without having to say it, that it didn’t matter if you married or not. the love was there all the same.

“one day,” you mirrored her movements, also rolling to your side “and i can’t wait for that day”

But it'd become nothing, it's nothing

And you'd smile at me

you had done it. through all the last minute study sessions, stressful midterms, and the nights spent crying at the kitchen counter as caroline rubbed your back sympathetically. you had finally graduated college. it was a beyond thrilling moment to slip on your gown and bobby pin the unflattering cap to the top of your head. just thinking of walking away with your degree made your stomach ache with excitement.

your high heel clad foot bounced against the floor as you stood in the long line. the room felt hot and crowded while you waited to make your way across that stage and get your degree. in the distance, the boom of the microphone could be heard echoing through the stadium as the names of the graduates were announced. with each passing moment, you were getting closer and closer to your turn. the hundreds of faces sat in the stadium made its way into the view as the line slowly inched forward. you strained your neck looking around the different sections, trying to find caroline’s familiar face.

unfortunately, your parents and the rest of your family couldn’t make it to this huge milestone in your life. you had gone no contact with the majority of them a while back once they ‘disowned’ you. when they found out you were dating caroline, a girl, they were furious and couldn’t stand having a daughter that followed such a lifestyle. your sister was the only one you stayed in contact with, but she was studying abroad and couldn’t make it back to the states in time to see you graduate. you were absolutely gutted about the whole situation.

but caroline was there for you through it all. sat with you while you sobbed the day before graduation because it was all settling in. she assured you that, even though it wasn’t the same as having your parents and sister there, she was going to be there front and center to watch you succeed. caroline was by far your biggest supporter, your rock through everything. you couldn’t believe you had gotten so lucky with someone so attentive and prideful towards you.

so as you finally reached the front, body shaking with excitement, your eyes bounced around all of the smiling faces. it was only when you handed the announcer your name card, taking your first steps onto the stage, you saw her. she was beaming ear to ear as she locked eyes with you. she had her phone out, ready to record her gorgeous girl accepting her degree. caroline had dressed up just for you, sporting a navy blue dress shirt and slacks to match the colors of your university. she watched as you accepted all the hand shakes, posing for pictures with the dean, and evidently walking off that stage with that cherished piece of paper.

you walked off the stage and started to make your way back to your seat to finish out the rest of the grad ceremony. you looked over to her, finally able to get a clear look at her face. you gave her an excited wave, showing off your degree to her. she clapped for you and blew you a kiss, still smiling as brightly as before.

‘i love you’ she mouthed ‘i’m so proud’

and you smiled, mouthing back to her with tears in your eyes ‘thank you’

I wanna be, I wanna buy you pretty little things

And never ever lie to you

“what’s all this?” you asked, stepping through the door into your shared apartment with caroline.

you had gotten off of work quite upset, driving home with irritation coursing through your veins. you got called in for a so called ‘emergency’ even though you had requested the day off for yours and caroline’s anniversary. in reality, it wasn’t an emergency, rather your boss just needed someone to run errands for him. your girlfriend was so sweet and had planned out the entire day to celebrate, you were in a bad mood the whole day wishing you could just got back home.

but when you walked through that door at around 7pm, the scent of pine wafting around the kitchen, your heart melted. a bouquet of your favorite flowers sat upon the marble countertop, a neatly sealed letter leaned against the vase. there was a small box that also sat next to it with a baby pink ribbon tied around it. caroline stood from where she was previously sitting on the kitchen stool, coming over to greet you.

“just wanted to do something since you had to work today, s’all” she shrugged, pulling you into her by your waist as you set your stuff down on table “happy anniversary, baby”

you felt like you could cry, tears welling up at your lash line. you had felt horrible for spoiling the day by going into work, but caroline was so sweet and understanding and always made sure you felt seen.

“caroline, you didn’t have to do this!” you gestured to the flowers and box, leaning in to smell the flowers “i spoiled our anniversary, i don’t deserve this”

“don’t be ridiculous, you didn’t spoil anything” she kissed your cheek, you could feel her lips curl against your skin “and of course you deserve it, you deserve the world. now open your gift!”

the small ribbon glimmered underneath your dim kitchen lights as you ran your fingers over it. you looked at her with a skeptical face, smirking slightly when she laughed at your expressed. she urged you on, promising that you would like the small little present. you untied the ribbon excitedly and lifted the lid carefully.

sat on a small bed of tissue paper, was the most beautiful charm bracelet you had ever seen. you instantly pulled it out, putting it up to your face to see it closer. it was only when you had gotten a closer look that you had realized what it was.

when you met caroline, you noticed she had always worn a small little bracelet on her left wrist. she told you about a month into your relationship that it was something she’s had since she was a kid, a way to keep important memories close to her. you adored the thing, always asking about the charms that she added and what her favorite ones were.

the bracelet she had gotten you was a near exact replica of hers. it shared a few of the charms that hers held, ones that you said were your favorite. but it also had several new ones. many came from the vacations you and caroline took together, others she bought because they reminded her of you, and one that had both of your initials in a heart. it was by far the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever gotten for you.

“caroline,” you exhaled, completely blown away “baby…i don’t know what to say”

she laughed, taking the bracelet from you and grabbing your hand. she delicately wrapped it around your wrist and secured the clasp. she pulled you in for a passionate kiss, wiping away the tears you seemingly couldn’t stop shedding.

“i hope you like it,” she said “i just know how much you like looking at mine and so i thought-i don’t know maybe it’s silly, but i thought you might like one of your own so we can match”

“of course i like it” you shook your head, looking back at your wrist to admire the charms “this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me…thank you so much, babe”

you spent the rest of that night on the couch, curled up into her side with a glass of wine as caroline explained each and every detail of the charms she picked out. she watched as you giggled at every fond memory she took inspiration from, noticing how you ran your fingers across the intricate designs of the little pieces, thinking about how much she loved you.

Watch you get dressed

And compliment your taste

she laid on your side of the bed, extended horizontally so that her stomach stretched along the width of the bed. her elbows were propped up to support her head as she watched your gorgeous figure from across the room. at first she was scrolling mindlessly on her phone to pass the time until you were ready to leave for your guys’ date, but now she was beyond distracted.

you emerged from the bathroom, hair done up and makeup dewy, walking over to your walk-in closet. you wore nothing except your nude bra and underwear, rushing around frantically trying to pick out an outfit. caroline was practically ogling at you, drooling at the sight.

“is this cute?” she had snapped from her trance when you came out, holding up a yellow dress to your body “i don’t know i can’t decide”

her eyes flickered back forth between your stressed expression and the frilly, lacey dress that had previously been tucked in some corner of the closet. she had seen you wear it a few times, remembering how much she loved the neckline and the way it flowed gracefully down your thighs. in truth, she loved everything you owned no matter what it was. she thought you looked good in everything.

she grinned at you, wanting to scream from how beautiful you looked “yea honey, that looks perfect”

“are you sure?” you asked again. she knew you liked things to be perfect, wanting to look your best for outings and such. but caroline always thought you looked your best no matter what “is it too fancy or anything? i don’t want to look like an overdressed loser or something-”

“hey,” she interrupted, making you quiet down and take a deep breath “you’re gonna look amazing, ok? you could be wearing a paper bag over your head and you’d still turn heads”

“you’re too sweet to me” you said rushing over to press a small kiss to her forehead before scurrying back into the closet to change. caroline observed you through the small crack you left in the closet door. not in a lurking way, she just wanted to appreciate her girl.

she bit her lip as she watched how you shimmied the dress over your hips, how you stuck your tongue out as you tried to zip up the back, and how you ruffled up your hair in the mirror probably a dozen times before deciding you were ready. then you waltzed out, just as beautiful as you were before, grabbing your bag and ushering her off the bed. you kissed the back of her hand as you interlocked fingers, making your way out the door.

man, she had really hit the jackpot with you.

…I'd be better armed

If you agreed to take it <3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[cosmopretty]

WOMANS SPORTS MASTERLIST !

I write for woman’s basketball and hockey and other sports if requested

not all of my fics are in here because I only put in the ones I like

💋- smut

🧸- fluff

🥀- angst

🎀- blurb

Paige Bueckers

please 💋

paige x cheerleader fem 🧸

her shorty 🧸

her princess 🧸

dating HCS 🧸

pretty girl 💋

good girl 💋

domestic HCS 🧸

protect her 🥀🧸

drunk in love 💋

work out 💋

ending game 🥀

sleepyhead 🧸

in the car 💋

anniversary 💋🧸

possessive 💋

stretching out 💋🎀

bad game 💋

dumb girl 💋🎀

pretty little girl 💋

Nika Mühl

dating HCS 💋🧸

nika x shy fem 🧸

nika x short fem 🧸

little sister part one 🧸

little sister part two 🧸💋🥀

her personal cheerleader 💋

more than friends 💋

jealousy jealousy 💋

basketball love 🧸

all mine 💋

Azzi Fudd

more than friends 🥀💋

azzi x model fem 🧸

jealous 💋

good enough 🥀💋🧸

better than him 💋

DATING HCS 🧸

verbal princess 💋

KK Arnold

stressed 🥀🧸

smut HCS 💋

bad prank 🥀🧸

whatever you want 💋

eat her for lunch 💋

welcomed 🧸

wisdom teeth 🧸

the world went quiet 🥀

first date 🧸🎀

Kate Martin

dating HCS 🧸

the draft 🧸

Caitlin Clark

dating HCS 🧸

nsfw HCS 💋

hard launch 🧸

forgotten date 🥀🧸

pussy drunk 💋🎀

bad game 💋🎀

Diana Taurasi

bully smut 💋

smut hcs 💋

Georgia Amoore

dating HCS 🧸

Emily Engstler

my teacher 🧸

Paige Bueckers x Fem x Nika Mühl

the bet 💋

Paige Bueckers x Fem x Azzi Fudd

their girl 💋

jealous girl 💋

intertwined 💋

tired baby 🧸

Pazzi ( Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd )

jealousy jealousy 🧸

BEING UCONN’S FEM MANGER

manger HCS 🧸

break up 🥀🧸

WOMANS HOCKEY:

Caroline Harvey

dating HCS 🧸

her star 🥀🧸

princess treatment 🧸

jealousy jealousy 💋

KK x figure skater fem 🧸

caught on live 🧸💋

tough loss 🥀🧸

Finally Reunited 🧸

Laila Edwards

dating HCS 🧸

height difference 🧸

little pink bow 🎀

[katelvr]

happy national gfs day to my beautiful gf !

[paigebueckersmommy]

elana’s master list

🌞 - smut

🪻- fluff

Paige Bueckers

parents house 🌞

court side🌞

what are we?🪻

not tonight.. but🌞

nervous🌞🪻

gf headcannons 🌞🪻

tipsy🌞

cheering for u🌞

hotel🌞

attitude🌞

paige x vb girl headcannons🪻

help?🌞

good luck charm 🌞

baby fever paige head cannons 🪻

permanent🪻🌞

nsfw paige head cannons 🌞

just tired 🪻

guilty as sin? pt.1🪻

guilty as sin? pt. 2🪻🌞

presents🌞

vacation🌞

paige x short girl head cannons 🪻

so high school🌞🪻

paige x injured or sick gf head cannons 🪻

on camera 🌞🪻

munch paige head cannons 🌞

nsfw paige heacannons pt. 2🌞

nobody gets me 🌞🪻

making out with paige headcannons🌞

safe word🪻🌞

paige x hairstylist gf headcannons 🪻

right there 🌞

ass girl paige head cannons 🌞

tits girl paige headcannons 🌞

pathetic 🌞

sub!paige head cannons 🌞

dom!paige headcannons 🌞

begging🌞

sexy 🌞

be quiet 🌞

maybe not enemies? pt.1 🌞

maybe not enemies? pt.2 🌞

summer with paige headcannons 🪻

i remeber everything 🪻

Nika muhl

team dinner🌞

grillz🌞

gf headcannons 🌞🪻

KK Arnold

on live 🪻

kk arnold gf headcannons🪻

Azzi Fudd

anniversary🪻

azzi gf head cannons 🪻🌞

Ice Brady

playing 🌞

gf headcannons 🪻

Kate Martin

kate martin head cannons 🌞🪻

Caroline Harvey

somewhere only we know 🪻

Headcannons

paige gf headcannons 🌞🪻

paige x vb player head cannons 🌞

kk arnold gf headcannons 🪻

baby fever paige headcannons🪻

nsfw paige head cannons 🌞

nsfw paige heacannons pt. 2🌞

nika muhl gf headcannons 🌞🪻

paige x short girl headcannons

ice brady gf headcannons 🪻

munch paige head cannons 🌞

making out with paige headcannons🌞

paige x hairstylist gf headcannons 🪻

ass girl paige head cannons 🌞

tits girl paige headcannons 🌞

sub!paige head cannons 🌞

dom!paige headcannons 🌞

azzi gf head cannons 🪻🌞

kate martin head cannons 🌞🪻

summer with paige headcannons 🪻

[star-girl69]

If You Lie Down With Me

Caroline (KK) Harvey x Fem!Reader

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synopsis: away game shenanigans

a/n: guys have i mentioned that i’m a genius… from this ask!! i hope you all enjoy!! this is like literally so bad i cant 😭😭

If You Lie Down With Me - Lana Del Rey

warnings: I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT COLLEGE OR HOCKEY, pls forgive me for inaccuracies 😞, texting again, phone calls blah blah, but some people might hate that so here is your warning, swearing and the usual, like mentions of kissing and some suggestiveness, cringey tik tok prank idc i think it’s cute, mentions of violence and black eyes, lmk if i missed anything!!

—-

Someone’s on top of you.

It’s early in the morning, so early that you would probably be insane to call it morning. The darkness presses around you physically, keeping your eyes shut even as an alarm you barely noticed before comes into focus- blaring loudly.

“I don’t want to go,” someone moans.

Is someone on top of you? Or is that just blankets? Or maybe it’s a physical manifestation of your exhaustion.

You open your eyes, feeling like you might actually die with just that little motion, trying to roll around and stretch- but you can’t. Yes. Someone is definitely on top you.

KK? You try to ask, but you’re so tired that the only thing that comes out is a garbled “K.”

“I don’t want to go,” your girlfriend repeats, pushing her face into your neck and wrapping her arms around your body.

Your eyes drift shut for another second, the alarm fading into the background. It takes another minute, in which KK falls back asleep on top of you, for you to fully wake up and for your brain to start working. You reach out towards the bedside table, fumbling with KK’s phone until you can finally see the alarm, the time of 4:30 A.M., and the name of the alarm-

flight at 7 wake up

“Fuck,” you gasp, trying to push your girlfriend off of you. She pouts and hugs you tighter, and all of that hockey muscle is simply dead weight when she’s asleep. “KK. KK, get up, I’m serious.”

It takes a few hard shakes, but she finally wakes up, adorable pout still stuck on her face.

“What the fuck could possibly be going on?” She groans.

“You have a game, KK. Get off of me.”

She reluctantly rolls off of you, quickly shuffling around. You would be stupid to think she’s actually getting up, so it’s no surprise when she simply presses her face into your neck and wraps her arm around your waist.

“Fuck the stupid fucking game.”

Why on God’s green earth did you agree to sleep over?

You wouldn’t call Caroline overly clingy, although her main love language is probably touch, she’s more into the little things. Hand holding, your feet in her lap when you’re sitting on the couch, arm around your waist in public- laying completely on top of you when you’re sleeping.

She’s always at her worst the day before away games, forcing you to sleep over and smiling so sweetly when she asks you can’t even think about saying no. She spends the entire night with you wrapped up in her arms, trying to soak in as much time with you as she can.

It’s horribly early on Thursday morning, and she won’t be coming back until Sunday night.

And you don’t blame her. Away games are hard, but it comes with the territory of dating a D1 athlete. She was so sweet about it when you first started seeing each other, claiming she understood if it was a dealbreaker but you knew you were too far in to say no.

You thought you could handle it, just a few nights away from her, but just doing every daily task knowing that she’s so far away from you just makes everything feel wrong. And when there’s a time difference, she’s often not just a phone call away.

Caroline, when she’s away, takes it upon herself to text and call you so much it sometimes feels like she’s never really left, until you’re on FaceTime with her at the end of the night and the sound of her voice is almost enough to make you cry, because she’s almost there with you- but not really.

She kisses the side of your neck, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes.

You’re going to miss her so bad. But it’s hard to remember that you’re going to miss her when you have to deal with her perpetually late self.

“Can you turn off that alarm?” Oh. You forgot to turn it off.

“KK,” you sigh. She frowns against your neck. “Get. Up.”

“Noooooo, Y/N, please. Five more minutes-”

Someone bangs loudly on the door. “Turn it off and get up!”

That grumpy voice can only belong to Laila.

They’re normally very happy people, you try to convince yourself. And normally you aren’t this cranky either- but it’s so early. And you would be lying if you said you weren’t going to miss KK too.

You slowly reach out and hit snooze on the alarm.

The blaring blessedly stops, and KK smiles and pulls you even closer to her. “Five more minutes.”

“I’m going back to sleep,” you mumble.

KK’s hand slowly runs down the side of your waist until she reaches the hem of your shirt, slipping her hand under it so her warm hand is pressed up right against your skin. You shiver a bit at the feeling, and she still hasn’t wiped that satisfied smile off of her face- you can feel it against your neck.

“Okay, baby,” she mumbles back, thumb rubbing back and forth against your skin.

She’s going to be late again, you resign. She’s going to make Laila late, and then you’ll have to listen about how bitter Laila is until they make up, and then until KK eventually makes her late again- it’s a vicious cycle.

“I’m gonna miss you,” she whispers. Fuck.

Now you miss her. You miss this slow moment already, and you haven’t even left it.

“I’m gonna miss you too. I hate away games.”

“I know,” she hums, pressing another kiss against your bare shoulder. “I hate ‘em too.”

“You gotta get up, seriously,” you say. Even if you dragged her out of bed right now, all of you know that KK is probably still going to be late, and Laila by extension. “You’re gonna get in trouble if you’re late again, babe.”

“Okay?” She scoffs. “Worth it.”

“No, actually, not worth it.”

You open your eyes at the new voice, too tired to question how the hell Lalia has silently appeared in front of you.

She pulls the blanket off KK, and you, causing you to gasp and shoot her a glare. She shoots one right back, before animatedly fake gagging at the sight of KK’s hand under your shirt and the fact she’s actively trying to burrow under your skin.

“Laila,” KK groans. You almost laugh at how much moaning and groaning there’s been this morning. “I’m saying goodbye.”

Lalia rolls her eyes before smiling wide, completely fake, sleep evident on her face. “Bye, Y/N! I love you so much, you’re the best girlfriend ever! I’m going to be so, so miserable without you and your lips and your attention-”

“I do not sound like that,” KK huffs.

“Oh, you do. Anyways, goodbye, Y/N. See? I just did it- not hard at all.”

“Y/N,” KK says.

“You do kinda sound like that,” you shrug.

“Both of you are assholes,” she says, finally letting go of you and sitting up. “I’m getting up, okay?”

Lalia stares at her expectantly, waiting for KK to actually get up.

You laugh as she mutters something under her breath, again being all pouty, probably cursing you and Laila out.

“Goodbye, my wonderful, very talented hockey players,” you sigh, waving before pulling the sheets back around you again. “Good luck!”

“Bye, Y/N!” Laila says, seemingly much more happy now that KK is at least out of bed.

KK smiles down at you before pulling the blanket over you, tucking it around you as she leans down and quickly kisses you.

“Goodnight, baby,” she whispers.

“Good morning,” you whisper back, unable to help yourself from wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling her down into another kiss. When you pull away, you smile at her, feeling so in love that annoying as being away from her is, you wouldn’t trade it for anything. “Good luck, babe. Although you don’t really need it.”

You softly squeeze her bicep, knowing a good stroke of her ego is probably the best going away present you could give her.

“Call you tonight?” She whispers, not even gone yet but already planning the next time she can talk to you.

“Obviously.”

—-

hockey queen: r u alive

you: surprisingly yes

you: life is colorless without u and i can taste sounds

hockey queen: really bc i can hear tastes

hockey queen: anyways our flight landed

you: thank god. i was terrified

hockey queen: haha. u love me

you: 🧐

hockey queen: i hate u ttyl

you: ☹️

you: ☹️

you: ☹️

you: ☹️

you: it’s been 10 mins… no answer… might die

you: ☹️

you: ☹️

hockey queen: i’m not responding to people who don’t love me and don’t care about my safety

you: ily and i care about ur safety

hockey queen: and suddenly i don’t hate u anymore

—-

hockey queen: just got back to hotel

hockey queen: practice was hell

hockey queen: pls can i call u now

hockey queen: pls y/n

hockey queen: y/n

you: one sec sorry almost done w hw

hockey queen: ok cool idc

Incoming call from: hockey queen

Call Declined

you: I SAID ONE SEC

Incoming call from: hockey queen

Call Declined

you: omg i’m so serious i’ll block u

Incoming call from: hockey queen

Call Accepted

“You are literally the most annoying person I have ever met in my entire life.”

You prop up the phone against the lamp on your desk, seeing a flash of your girlfriend’s face in an otherwise dark hotel room.

“You know you love me.”

You resist the urge to say something mean back, remembering earlier today when she had ignored you for entire 10 minutes, despite your persistent sad emojis, she’ll probably be petty and hang up on you.

And you want to hear her voice.

“Yes,” you say through gritted teeth. “I love you!”

“Aw, just what I wanna hear.”

Finally, you look at the screen, seeing KK smiling widely at you, and your stomach does an embarrassing flip. That fucking smile.

You smile back, feeling heat rise to your cheeks with the way she stares at you adoringly.

“The plane ride was really pretty this morning, with the sun rise. You would have liked it a lot.”

“And to think, at the same time I was probably looking at your ceiling.”

She hums suggestively, and you roll your eyes.

“Fuckin’ freak. Ok, I’m done,” you sigh, finally setting your pen down and stretching your hand out.

You sigh, grabbing your phone as you stand up, stretching and not caring about what unattractive angle your phone is currently catching you in. You flip the lights off and climb into bed, thankful your roommate had decided that tonight she was taking an everything shower and would probably be gone for a long time.

“How was your day?” KK asks as you get into bed, holding the phone a foot in front of your face against the bed as you lay on your side.

“Hm, it was okay. Kinda boring, really.”

“Cause I wasn’t there?”

“…Yeah, sure.”

KK frowns. “You’re actually so fuckin’ mean to me. Laila too. I don’t deserve this, for real.”

“I’m teasinggggg,” you smile. “I love you. My life is miserable without you. I can barely function without you. I miss you so much it’s consuming me. I-”

“Babe, shut up.”

“So you don’t love me?”

“I love you,” she scoffs. “My roomie’s gonna be back soon, though. And I’m exhausted, sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you reassure. “I just wanted to hear your voice for just a little bit. I’m tired too.”

“I miss you,” KK says, dropping her voice to a whisper, making it sound like she’s admitting a deep dark secret.

You could tease her about how it hasn’t even been a day. But you miss her too.

“I know. I miss you, too.”

You stare at her through the screen, watching as she smiles sleepily at you, eyes drooping.

“You’re so pretty,” she says after a second.

“Maybe try telling me that when your eyes are actually open, babe.”

“Don’t need it see you to know how beautiful you are. I can feel it through the phone.” Now, her eyes are fully shut and if you were there with her, you could imagine hearing her breathing even out if your head was pressed against her chest.

“Goodnight,” you smile. “I love you. So much, baby.”

Your heart sometimes feels like it’s literally going to burst. Maybe you have an unknown heart condition, but knowing that KK loves you, the way she shows it, and just… KK. How beautiful she is. How she makes you feel and how you make her feel. Her loving you and you loving her feels so impossibly perfect. So good, so right. The feelings you get when you’re with her don’t even have words in the English language.

You feel everything with her, happy and sad and whatever- but under all of it there’s this layer of belonging, of calmness. You belong with her, to her, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You stare at the screen with a smile, that same smile slowly fading when she doesn’t answer.

“KK?”

Silence.

“Caroline. Caroline. You didn’t say I love you.”

Her sleeping face is beautiful, but you just want to hear her say goodnight and that she loves you back.

“Okay, fine. Whatever. Wait until tomorrow.”

—-

Call ended by: hockey queen

hockey queen: it was so amazing to wake up to ur drooling face on my screen this morning. felt like i was right there with you

hockey queen: we have a workout super early today but text me when u wake up pls

—-

you: super busy all day but i’ll text later

you: also i don’t drool

hockey queen: what r u doing on a friday without me

you: i have friends and school yk

hockey queen: ok be safe and call me later i miss ur face

you: look at a picture then??

hockey queen: i am rn but it’s not the same

you: u r actually so clingy when u go away it might fr be a medical problem

hockey queen: ur fault bc ur so hot 😫

you: thanks…

hockey queen: you’re welcome ❤️

When you finally get home after a busy day of lying to KK that you were out doing something, your friend in your first class had actually helped you come up with a good plan to get back at her.

You had actually forgotten about the fact she didn’t say goodnight or I love you when you woke up, but when you saw that she didn’t even say an actual “good morning” to you… would it really hurt anyone to do a harmless Tik Tok prank?

It would probably scare the shit out of Caroline, which is exactly what she deserved.

You put on your best pouty face, taking a picture with the filter on. It actually was a pretty convincing black eye.

You had kinda failed by letting yourself text her back like everything was normal, but the element of surprise was probably a good thing.

you: *picture*

you: 🤕

hockey queen: what the actual fuck

hockey queen: r u ok???

hockey queen: wtf who did this to you

hockey queen: y/n r u ok

hockey queen: text me

hockey queen: y/n

hockey queen: what the fuck happened

One missed call from: hockey queen

Two missed calls from: hockey queen

hockey queen: y/n i’m so serious answer ur phone

hockey queen: u can’t send that and then not answer

Three missed calls from: hockey queen

you: *picture without filter*

hockey queen: what

you: i’m sorry it was so funny 😂😂

hockey queen: r u serious

hockey queen: i actually hate u

hockey queen: i was so scared

you: ik it was so fucking funny i’m still laughing 😂

hockey queen: i’m blocking u don’t talk to me

hockey queen: why did u do this fr

hockey queen: i don’t deserve this

you: u forgot to say goodnight last night

you: and didn’t say good morning either

you: karma 🤷‍♀️

hockey queen: r u serious

you: deadly

hockey queen: and i’m the clingy one?? ur lucky i love u

hockey queen: ok i have to go get ready for the game but i’m calling you later just to say goodnight

hockey queen: i think u gave me a heart attack

you: aw ur so sweet 🥹

you: ok srsly goodbye ily ur gonna do amazing good luck 😘

hockey queen: thank you baby

hockey queen: ilyt

hockey queen: goodbye

hockey queen: ok make sure you see that goodbye my heart can’t take another stupid prank

you: yes ma’am i see it and no more pranks 🫡 maybe

—-

hockey queen: go to my place

you: huh

hockey queen: flight gets in at 11 ur gonna sleepover

you: so when did i agree to this

hockey queen: when i asked u to be my gf and u said yes look over ur contract

you: oh silly me i see it right here

you: “due to caroline’s excessive clinginess and obsessive tendencies, she reserves the right to force y/n to sleepover at any time”

hockey queen: 🙏

hockey queen: just go hang out at my place u can order dinner and i’ll pay

you: awww how sweet

hockey queen: i love my gf 🔥

—-

You wake up to the feeling of someone cupping your face, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. The feeling of someone hovering over you.

“Wha?” You mumble, stretching, opening your eyes into the darkness but seeing nothing. You eyes slowly start to adjust, but they don’t need to.

“Sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Caroline whispers. She smooths your hair back, and your eyes drift shut again at the calming motion. “Go back to sleep, okay? I’ll be back in a minute.”

“KK?” you ask into the darkness, mind foggy.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I missed you.”

She laughs a bit before kissing the top of your head, hand drifting down to cup your cheek again. “I know.”

You unknowingly latch onto her wrist, holding her hand in place against your face. “Come to bed,” you mutter. “I missed you.”

She softly detangles herself from you, and you feel like a child about to throw a tantrum. “One second, okay, baby? I still gotta get ready for bed, I just wanted to see you.”

You groan but let go, the darkness of her room pressing around you similarly to the morning when she left. Your mind drifts back to that, to how good it felt to wake up next to her, how utterly right. You think about how mean you’ve been to her since she left, using sarcasm to cover up the way your heart literally beats crookedly when she’s away from you.

Wow, maybe you’re the clingy one.

You think about the sound of her voice on FaceTime as she’s falling asleep, and you think about how good it will feel now right in your ear. You think about your empty bed back in your dorm, sleeping lonely even in her shirts that smell like her.

You roll over onto your stomach, blankets sliding off of you as the sound of the sink running in the bathroom makes you so fucking impatient.

“K,” you groan, deciding she’s taking too long.

“Calm down,” she whispers, voice very amused, and it feels so right when you suddenly feel the covers pull back and someone slip in next to you. She runs her hand along your upper back where her last name is printed on. “You look so sexy in my shirt.”

“Thanks,” you mutter, already half asleep again and shifting around as her arms slide around you, pressing yourself back up against her. Too tired to flip back around but still needed to be touching her as much as possible.

“Was your dinner good?” She asks, kissing your neck.

“Yeah,” you yawn. “Thank you for paying, babe.”

“Mhm,” she hums, squeezing the arm wrapped around your waist. “Come closer.”

“I am closer.”

“Fine,” she mumbles, yawning herself as she settles against you. You can hear the smile in her voice when she speaks. “Goodnight, Y/N,” she enunciates.

You almost laugh at how petty it seems to prank her for not saying goodnight.

“Goodnight, Caroline,” you say back.

Maybe you’re both just really annoying and really clingy, but when you’re wrapped around each other like this, and everything feels so perfect that you can’t even imagine her ever being away from you ever again, pieces of her always carried in your heart, you can’t be bothered.

Maybe you’ll regret this in the morning, though, when KK doesn’t let you leave her bed until noon.

—-

[hansslut]

u masc lesbians that look like abby anderson, kate martin, caroline harvey and paige bueckers wanna hmu soooo badddd. like soooooooo baddddd....

[lvlyfawn]

caroline “kk” harvey x gymnast reader

— on the edge of her seat, and holding her breath during your olympic trials. had her phone out recording like a proud mom. her teammates were there too knowing how close you were with them, and that you might need a good cheering up if this doesn't go your way.

— you, kk, and laila made the "non-gymnasts try gymnastics" video. at first you gave the two girls jumps or easy skills to do, but knowing them they asked for harder skills and it became overly competitive. the next day caroline is complaining about how she tweaked her back.

— claims to not love the gymnastics docuseries you make her watch on netflix, but any given day she's hopping into bed and watch a simone biles documentary with you.

— after trying out gymnastics, she tells you how proud she is and how she adores how hard you work.

— you're phone is blown up with text messages about how badly she misses you. wishes you spent more time in her dorm and not the gym, but is super understanding as to why you have to do what you do.

— loves hearing the commentators say your name.

— when you are at home she's stuck like velcro (no matter how much laila makes fun of her for it, calling her a "velcro baby").

— THE PRAISE. caroline already praises you 24/7 but when it comes to praising your ability and skill it makes you go so much crazier. (real life example is me).

— cannot get enough of your arm muscles and could genuinely stare at them all day. the two of you have asked laila whose muscles are bigger about a million times.

"would you two shut up?" laila said, clearly annoyed by you and caroline's antics.

"please lai! you won't hurt kk's feelings, right kk?"

— her and laila making food for you on live while you just sit in the back decompressing after practice. post practice pasta !!!

— posts your routine just because she loves to show you off.

— brushes and braids your hair after your post competition shower, then cuddles with you until you take worlds biggest nap.

— your wrists hurt from practice? she’s got kt tape ready to go. your back hurts? she’s got a massager and biofreeze ready. you just need a good hug because today wasn’t a good practice? she’s right there.

[rosemariiaa]

the way i’m so ready for basketball and hockey 😣

[vamptizm]

hi .ᐟ you can call me ana — 𖤐𝄞

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PAIGE BUECKERS

mission jealousy series

i. not a secret

ii. pretty like a princess

iii. white christmas

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if you’re zionist

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anything you consume is your responsibility, i am not your mother but i will provide the necessary warnings

i will not be writing for : emily engstler / any other suspected weirdos / anyone under 20 unless it’s sfw

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also english is not my first language, nor my second so let us pls all keep that in mind in case i fuck something up lol

[womenaremymew]

caroline >>>

[foreingersgod]

Pls do Caroline Harvey HCs

with just an eeny weeny teensy tiny bit of smut plss 🙏🏾

Headcannons . CH

pairing: caroline harvey (kk harvey) x reader

warnings: a mix of fluffy content and smut, so read at your own discretion and minors and men please do NOT interact!

this is my peace offering for being so busy and slacking on writing, full length fic coming soon!!

also not spell checked, sorry!!

SFW (barely but no smut)

i feel like she’s a pretty domestic person, i think she’d prefer quiet nights at home with you as opposed to going out and partying. i imagine her being the one to beg you to stay and do date night at home anytime you suggested getting dinner or seeing a movie.

“but babe why can’t we just stay home?! we have food and plenty of movies here!” she’d whine when you asked “i’ll even make you dinner myself! come on, i jus’ want you all to myself”

on a similar note, i also think she’s not huge on PDA and that’s why she loves staying in with you so much. it’s not that she doesn’t feel comfortable being seen with you, it’s just that she’s kind of reserved and prefers to keep her personal life as private as she can. for her sake and for yours.

which has its perks, don’t get me wrong. you almost prefer it that way, subtle little touches when you’re out with friends or something like that, her hand gently resting on your lower back or her head resting on your shoulder when she gets tired. and then you’d get home, and she wouldn’t be able to help herself anymore. she’d be all over you in an instant.

“fuck,” she pants when you finally walk into your shared apartment for the night. you had been out for your mutual friends birthday, and you unintentionally intentionally decided to wear something fairly revealing “y’know what you do to me? wearing something like that?”

and believe me…she’d make up for the lack of public affection in other ways.

i’d like to think that her love language is acts of service. like she still loves to touch you and validate you and all that lovely girlfriend stuff, but she shows her love in more ways than just words.

she’d often leave you sticky notes on the fridge when you got home later than she did, maybe leave some on your nightstand when she had to leave early in the mornings when you’re still asleep. always leaving an “xoxo C” at the bottom to tell you she’s thinking of you.

not only that, but she’d do a lot of household chores for you when you were busy with school and work, run you relaxing baths when you were sick, or even something so little as running to the supermarket to grab your favorite ice cream when you started your period.

she’d be one of those stereotypical lesbians that just absolutely worships the ground their girlfriend walks on. she never fails to bring you up in conversations and is quite willing to do anything you ask.

one night you’re winding down after a long day, watching tv and painting your nails whilst caroline sits beside you to keep you company. she’s quite honestly not paying attention to what’s playing on the screen at least, rather her eyes are glued to you. she watches the way the lavender lacquer glides across your nail, how your tongue sticks out in conversation and she’s in complete awe of how beautiful you look doing the most mundane things.

“hey caroline?” you asked with a pout.

“yeah baby?” she hums in response, pretending like she wasn’t just watching you like a hawke.

“d’you think you could help me with this hand? i keep messing up”

and she’s already perching herself on the floor in front of you, pulling you into her lap as she grabs the bottle of nail polish to finish painting them.

she’s a snorer. i’m so sure of it. although i don’t think she snores like in a heavy type of way, but instead she lets out light little grumbles here and there.

i can just picture her, face pressed into the pillow, her cheek smushed against the fabric as she sleeps peacefully. her hair is all over the place and her lips are slightly parted. and then to top it all off, as if she couldn’t be any cuter, she lets out the softest snuffs.

definitely has a scrapbook, shoved somewhere deep into her closet, that her mother gifted her. it’d be filled with several baby pictures and photos/drawings from when she was in grade school, hiding it away because she was unbelievably embarrassed for you to see them.

you remembered when her family visited you both when you had finally settled into your place together, her mom bringing the scrapbook as a housing warming gift of some sorts. caroline immediately tried to tuck it away, but you were more than stubborn and demanded that you sit down and look through it.

it’s still one of your favorite memories. laughing with her parents at all the goofy pictures from when she lost her first teeth, when she won her first hockey trophy, and when she graduated high school. you even loved reading all the poems she wrote in middle school english, loved seeing all the ‘1st place” ribbons that her mom neatly taped to the card-stock pages.

you only got to look at it twice since then, kk utterly miserable whenever it was pulled out, but you cherished those pictures more than anything.

she’s probably such a dad in the sense that she pretends to not care about the cheesy reality tv shows you’re into, but then secretly starts getting hooked on it and makes you record each episode so you can watch it together.

“what do you mean lisa called meredith a ‘garbage whore’?” she gasped, running into the living room with a bowl of popcorn in her hands “wait, wait i told you to pause it! i don’t want to miss it!!”

her favorite place to kiss you is definitely your forehead. sure, she loves kissing you everywhere, but there’s something so intimate to her about small forehead kisses.

she never fails to give you one before you both fall asleep, before you leave for work, when you’re sad and need comforting or when you’re so excited and it’s her way of expressing her support. you’d probably get her kiss mark tattooed there if you could.

she often gets overwhelmed with sports and school and family and all sorts of things. she tends to be reserved with her feelings, but you’re the only person she can genuinely open up to. sometimes she comes home from practice with this look on her face, and you can immediately tell that she’s struggling.

most times she doesn’t even want to talk about it, she just wants you to hold her, run your fingers through her hair and tell her it’s all going to be okay.

and she loves to teach you new things. wether that’s teaching you how to skate, how to cook a family dish she always ate as a kid, or how play the games she learned in elementary school, she just wants you to be involved in everything she loves.

you think you love it more than she does. you’d never get over how excited she gets when you ask if you can help her make that ‘dinner she made one time’ or if she’d tell you a funny story from when she was a rebellious teen.

like that one time you were having lunch in the park one summer, sprawled out on a handmade quit atop the freshly cut grass as you laid side by side. you picked mindlessly at the dandelions beside you as you both chatted about each others day.

“you know i used to make those when i was younger?” she spoke, motioning to the flowering weeds “flower crowns, i mean”

“really?” you smiled “no one ever taught me how, i always wished i could though”

i didn’t take long before she was picking some herself and instructing you on how to tangle them together so easily. she took it as serious as she took hockey, determined to make sure you knew how to make a perfect flower crown. it wasn’t really a big deal to you in the long run, but something so important to her was just as important to you.

NSFW (for realsies this time)

getting straight to the point, i don’t think she’s huge on the strap. don’t get me wrong, you both still use it often, but i think she much prefers eating you out or scissoring.

there’s something about the appeal of physically feeling you on her that makes her crazy, a sensation that beats using the strap any day.

she loves it when you bite her or scratch her. it’s a pleasant mix between pleasure and pain and it’s probably her favorite part of intimacy.

she likes to look in the mirror the next day, just before she gets in the shower, to admire the long red marks that stretch along her back. she often teases you about too, but if you ever stop, she’s guiding your hands to her back again.

she’s not as drawn to the marks that your bites leave as much, instead she loves the feelings. when she’s making you feel so so good, so much that you can barely hold it in anymore, that you have to bite down on her shoulder or her bicep to keep yourself grounded. it’s like an ego boost to her, a sign that she fucks you so good that you can’t even function properly.

she’s cocky in bed, i feel like she’s the type to say:

“yeah baby? feels good huh?”

“come on, speak up, i can’t hear you”

or if you’re on top…

“fuck yeah, just like that, making me feel so good baby. keep going…gonna make me come”

a sucker for praise

she loves when you tell her that she’s going a good job, that’s she’s exceeding your expectations each time. she’s a bit of a perfectionist and an over achiever that way, but hey, you’re not one to complain.

whilst she loves fancy lingerie and nice dresses, she folds for you even when you’re in sweats and one of her t shirts.

“really? right now?” you huff as her hands dance up your shirt, massaging your tits roughly. she’s kissing up your neck painfully slow and you can’t help but wonder what’s gotten her so worked up “i look like shit”

“are you kidding?” she scoffs “i’d fuck the shit out of you no matter what you’re wearing, you look so sexy even in this”

i’m a firm believer (maybe this is a self insert but idc!!) that she appreciates all body types, especially a chubbier figure. like she’s absolutely obsessed with your pudgy tummy and your thick thighs, a sucker for how plush and soft your body is. don’t even get her started on those stretch marks of yours…

you’d be lying if you said you didn’t struggle with your body image often, but you never had to be insecure for long when caroline walked into your life. she seized every opportunity to make you see what she saw in you, willing to do whatever it took to prove to you that she loved your body.

“shit, look at you” she moaned, smirking as she watched you on top of her, grinding your wet pussies together. her hands gripped feverishly at your hips, often wandering down to squeeze your thighs. her hands were all over you the entire time, letting you know that she loves every inch of you “so pretty on top of me, i’ll never get sick of lookin’ at you, got it?”

[cosmopretty]

Princess Treatment

Caroline Harvey x fem

✦•〰〰〰〰〰〰•★•〰〰〰〰〰〰•✦

Dating Caroline Harvey was one of the best things that could ever have happened to you. She was the sweetest girl you have ever met and she loves treating you like a princess. Her team treats you good too, not only because your dating there teammate your also there manager and do so much for them.

You walk into the gym where some of the girls were working out after practice. You sit down next to Laila another one of the girls on Wisconsins hockey team, “Hey how was practice sorry I missed it” you say looking at her before your eyes move to your blonde girlfriend whose bench pressing.

Laila nudges you “I’ll tell you if you stop oogling at ya girl ya freak” she laughs and you turn your head to face her a blush covering your cheeks, body warm. You shove the taller girl back “Shut up” you say dragging your words together. The taller girl rolled her eyes “Me and Caroline are watching the game tonight in her dorm. Are you gonna be there too?” Laila asks you knowing damn well you moved in with Caroline weeks ago.

“Girl you know damn well” you tell her before Caroline drops her sets and comes up to you all sweaty. She sits down next to you and puts her head on your shoulder “Hi baby” she whispers kissing your cheek. Her sweaty hands grab your waist and you move away “No your sweaty go shower now” you tell her inching closer to Laila who was all ready showed and clean. Laila nods “Hit the showers Harvey” she laughs at the groan the blonde made before getting up and stomping away from both of you who were laughing at her.

Once KK gets out of the showers she meets you, outside of the locker room “How was practice KK?” you ask her wrapping an arm around her waist, while her arm goes around your shoulders. She squeezes you closer to her “It was okay baby” she tells you leading her back to her dorm.

She opens the door for you and her hand finds the small of your back, leading you to your bed. Her hands take off your shoes for you and massage up your calves “I should be giving you a massage not the other way around” you whisper. Caroline shakes her head “but you’re my princess” she teases kissing up your calves before standing up putting her hands on your thighs and kissing you.

You smile into the kiss and she pulls away “Are you hungry? I’ll make you whatever you want” she asks you standing above your looking down at you, sitting on your bed. You shrug “I don’t know maybe pizza, but not the fast food one, homemade” you tell her looking up into her pretty blue eyes. You hand comes to her cheek caressing it brushing a piece of her blonde hair from her face. She nods “I’ll cook it for you” she winks walking into the kitchen. You grab a pair of KK’s shorts and a random black tube top, before going into the bathroom. You start a hot bath for yourself and grab your phone playing some R&B, you put lavender and rose oils into the bath and slowly get in.

Your body relaxes in the warm water and you close your eyes leaning your head back. You don’t know how long time has passed until you here the bathroom door open, Caroline smiles at you and gets in her knees next to the bath “Hi princess” she says before running her fingers through your hair.

“Hi baby” you lean back more into the bath looking at her “When’s Laila coming over?” you ask her wondering when you should get out of the bath. Caroline shrugs “Soon I think pizzas in the oven I made your favorite for you” she tells you her big hand still in your hair.

Caroline is so thoughtful like that, if you want something she’s getting it for you. You smile at her tilting your head to the side “Thank you KK” you look at her face then down to her lips before leaning up and out of the tub to kiss her. Her hand moves to hold the back of your head while she kisses back. She pulls away and caresses your cheek “Come on baby let’s get you dressed so we can watch the game” she says holding your hands helping you of the tub. She looks at you up and down licking her lips “God you’re fucking gorgeous” she tells while wrapping a towel around you.

You blow her a kiss and she drys your body off for you before helping you slide into her shorts “I need underwear KK” you deadpan and she shakes her head while saying“Na” you roll your eyes and slide the black tube top over your body. She grabs your brush and takes you down to your guys bed before making your sit down with her behind you. She brushes out of your wet hair for a bit before moving it to the side and kissing your neck lightly you moan quietly “Fuck KK” you whisper before she stops and gets up grabbing your hand leading you into the living room.

She flinches getting in front of you blocking you from walking further “Bro Laila where the fuck did you come from” Caroline says rolling her eyes before going into the kitchen to check on the pizza. You smile at Laila and sit next to her while she laughs her ass off on how she scared KK. You slap her shoulder “Shut up it’s not that funny” you defend.

KK comes in the living room and puts the pizza down infront of you and hands you some water. You kiss her cheek “Thanks Babe” you tell her.

Caroline points her finger in Laila’s face “How did you get in here? You scared the shit outa me” she asks looking at you for a second then back at her teammate. Laila shrugs “The door was unlocked dumbass you lucky it was me and not some crazy ass fan” the taller girl says rolling her eyes before grabbing a slice of pizza. Your girlfriend side eyes her before turning the game on and you put your legs in her lap. She grabs a slice of pizza and takes a bite before bringing it to your lips so you can eat. Laila groans “Ugh why do I gotta third wheel all the time” she complains. You turn your head to look at her and wink “You mad you single Lili” you tease pouting at her.

“Open baby” KK says before feeding you another bite of pizza. You grab the pizza from her hand and wave it in Laila’s face “Want to be feed to babygirl” you tease laughing at the girl. Laila shoves your hand out of her face and flips you off ignoring you and turning her full attention to the game. KK massages your calves with both her hands you take a few more bites of the pizza while watching the hockey game. You turn your head to KK and kiss her cheek before leaning close to her ear “Thank you baby” you say before laying your head on her shoulder.

She brings one hand to wrap around your shoulders, and she opens her mouth as you feed her the rest of the pizza. Laila sits at the other side of the couch groaning “I need a new pookie because this ain’t fair” she groans again. You laugh at her and throw a pillow at her face, she catches it and ignores you. KK kisses your forehead and pulls you closer to her as you both watch the game together.

[patscorner]

Over and Over

Summary: A rival game turns sideways.

wc: 1,512

Contains: short physical altercation, mention of an injury(?), a kiss, Ohio mentioned once

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The game had been physical from the beginning. Wisconsin was playing Ohio State, a team that they were known to have beef with. Even before the game, the tension grew, so it was only a matter of time until it boiled over on the ice.

Before the game, you'd accidentally run into one of the girls on the other while walking with Caroline to the locker room.

You had begun to apologize, but the girl turned around, gave you a stank face, and told you to “watch where you were going, bitch”. At first you didn't recognize her, but KK did, and she heard what she said, and wasn't having it.

KK was already in a grumpy mood, having woken up with a headache. Coach had also been putting a lot of pressure on her, and she felt like she held the world on her shoulders. You'd spent that morning trying to figure out what was up with the girl, but when she broke down in tears over dropping a mug, you got an answer out of her.

Even though you comforted her, whispering sweet nothings, you know some of her uncertainties were still in her heart still. And this girl was about to be collateral damage.

“What'd you say?” Caroline had said, dropping your hand and moving so she could see the girl better.

“I said she should watch where the fuck she's going.” The girl answered, her tone threatening. You immediately put your hand on KK's chest, attempting to softly push her back, but your efforts failed.

She pushed back against your hand, looking around you to talk to the girl. “No, no, no, come say that last part again, bitch.” You could tell the interaction was escalating, and you knew you had to get the both of you out of there as soon as possible.

“C’mon, let's go, baby.” You said, pulling her arm lightly. The girl stepped forward, reacting to KK’s threat. Hell no. The girls were standing uncomfortably close to each other. The tension grew as you pushed KK once more, this time with more force.

“Let's go, KK.” She breaks eye contact with the girl, her gaze softening as it fixates on you. “But-” She started, but you interrupted.

“No, Caroline, let's go.” Your voice stern. She huffs in defeat before walking ahead of you slightly.

“Yeah, Caroline, let's go.” the girl mocked. You spin on your feet, inches from her face. “Watch your fucking mouth.” You said, before walking away, leaving the girl in speechless

That was earlier, before you scored a goal on them with an assist from KK, making the score 1-0. You'd celebrated, chest bumping and butting heads with your teammates, and then blew a kiss and winked at the Ohio bench, pissing them off.

You knew they were upset, but you didn't know how upset until you got shoulder checked by none other than the girl who called you had interacted with earlier. You fell to the ice, landing on your back so hard that it knocked all of the air out of your lungs. You heard the whistle and indistinguishable yelling as you tried to regain your breath, wheezing harshly as you sat up so that you were on all fours, head hanging down between your shoulders.

Meanwhile, KK watched the entire thing. She watched as you fell to the ground. She watched as the girl smiled proudly. She watched as the girl's teammates dapped her up, celebrating the injury.

Then she snapped. She skated towards the girl, full speed, giving her a remorseless shove to the ice. The girl falls harshly, a breath of surprise leaving her lips.

“How's that medicine taste you dumb bitch?!” KK shouts, her animosity from earlier hanging over her like a cloud as she stands over the girl. It didn't take long for the girl to retaliate, the pair engaging in a shoving match, helmets being thrown off, along with gloves.

You don't have to see what's happening to know that there was a fight, but you still didn't know who it involved. Tears pooled in your eyes as you tried to inhale, only for the relief to never come. You were more scared than anything, not being able to breath, excluding the shaky wheezes, making you extremely lightheaded.

It took a while, everyone focused on the fight, but eventually one of your teammates flagged down the medical staff.

This caught the attention of your girlfriend, and even though she was being held back, she pushed the refs off of her somehow, and skated toward you swiftly, beating the trainers. She immediately kneeled next to you, putting her hand on your back as you coughed and wheezed.

“Hey, hey you're okay.” KK soothes, rubbing small circles on your back.

You bang your fist on the ice in frustration, the fact that you couldn't get back up making your agitation grow.

“Here, let me-” the medical staff arrived as she took your helmet off and stretched out your collar. Even though she'd popped some of the stitching on your jersey, it helped more than you'd like to admit.

“What's going on?” The athletic trainer asked, setting his bag down.

“She got the wind knocked out of her.” You hear KK reply. You close your eyes as tears fall from them, freezing on the cold ice.

“In through your nose, baby- easy…” You nod as she directs you, following her instructions. After a minute of attempting to steady your breaths, you let out a gasp of air, panting harshly.

Caroline takes one of your hands and squeezes gently. You squeeze and nod to let her know you're okay. “Can you stand?” The trainer asked. You nod slowly before moving to stand.

KK helps you up, her hand never leaving yours as you skate towards the bench. The crowd's cheers echo in your ears as your team pats you sympathetically, and KK sits next to you, hand on your thigh.

“You okay?” She asks softly, eyes filled with love and concern. You nod. “I'm okay.”

Before she can reply, the refs announce she needs to go to the penalty box for 5 minutes of game time. “What did you do?” You ask, watching her as she stood up to leave.

Your eyes don't leave hers as she shrugs and smiles. “What I should've done sooner.” She said as she left.

That didn't answer your question, but the replay of her violently shoving the girl onto the ice does. You shake your head, looking up to see her grinning at you from the box.

You don't smile back, how could you? With you still not in the best shape, and KK in the box, you've left your team to fend for themselves.

Finally, KK is let out of the box, skating over to the bench, taking her seat next to you. These past few minutes hadn't gone great, the defense lacking severely as one of their best players was giving a penalty for not being able to keep her emotions in check.

You don't say anything to her as she settles next to her, and she immediately notices. “What's wrong?” She asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“Why didn't you tell me you shoved the girl?” You ask, eyes locking with hers.

“Because I knew you'd be mad at me, like you are now.” She said, running her hand through her sweaty hair.

“Damn right, I'd be mad at you. What the fuck were you thinking?” You say, your voice raising.

“I already got yelled at by Coach. Can you lay off?” She rolled her eyes.

You wipe your face in frustration. “No- you can't just go around shoving people, Caroline. What were you thinking?” You repeat. At this point, you didn't care that you were in public. She had to hear you.

“I was thinking that the bitch just shoulder checked my girlfriend for no fucking reason!” She's standing in front of you now, making hand gestures dramatically. “You think I was just gonna let it slide?!”

“I understand that but-”

“No, you don't. You know how scared I was when I watched you go down? Anything could've been wrong, anything. This is hockey, I had no idea what the issue could've been.” her voice cracks, and your gaze softens. She didn't do it to avenge you, although that probably had something to do with it, she did it because she was terrified. Of what could've happened.

“KK…” You start, but you can't find the words.

“I just didn't like seeing you get hurt.” She practically whispers. It falls silent, the two of you lost in your own world, and all you can do is sigh. You pat the bench, and she sits back down, putting her head on your shoulder.

“I'm okay, baby.” You whisper as you place a kiss on her head.

Even though you wish she hadn't pushed the girl, you can't help but smile as your heart swells for the girl. Her love for you was undeniable, and you knew she'd do it again.

Over and over.

[paigebueckersmommy]

somewhere only we know - c.h

caroline harvey x fem!reader blurb

warnings- nothing just really bad fluff cuz i suck at writing it

a/n: i gave up with the banner and trying to make it look better 😭 anywho send more kk requests the earth is lacking with kk fics anywho i iterally hate this

you were sitting on your couch, not doing much of anything, you phone starts ringing, it’s kk.

you answer her, “hiii baby” kk says over the phone, sounding excited. “hiii kk, you sound excited?”

“uh yeah- do you think you can be ready for me to pick you up in a couple minutes?” kk says, you immediately sit up, knowing you were in sweats and looked pretty rough,

“uh- y-yeah? where are we going sweetheart?” you asked her, “it’s a suprise, nothing fancy. i’ll see you soon ma.” kk said before hanging up.

a couple minutes later kk texts you, “here baby” and you walk down, seeing kks car in the parking lot. she opens your door for you, “hiii pretty girl,” she says with a smile opening your door.

she kisses you softly when you sit down in the car before going to the drivers side. she got situated in her seat with a smile. “how far is the suprise kk?” you say looking at her,

“just 15 minutes, it’s in a town a couple minutes from here, poynette i think.” kk said as she started driving from the campus of your college.

as she said, about 15 minutes later you arrived at a building, and kk parked. “what is this place?” you said confused, it looked almost like a church.

“you’ll see, ma.” she said before coming to open your door, and holding your hand as she took you down a few steps on the side of the building, a gazebo and a lake with greenery surrounding, the sunset behind the lake complimenting it.

“this is beautiful kk.” you say taking in the view. “how’d you find out about this place?”

“i came here a few months ago, before we started dating, for a banquet i think. this t place is used for all types of things.” she said as you two walked closer to the lake, when you two reached the small gazebo, you two sat on a bench in it.

you two sat in silence for a few minutes, until you put your head on her shoulder, she broke the silence. “i love you sweetheart.”

“i love you too.” you say before a couple minutes pass by and your be real notification going off, perfect timing. kk saw and brought her hand from your shoulder to your face, pressing your faces together and the other side showing the sunset.

“i love how excited you get over those.” kk said as you hit send, smiling.

[star-girl69]

Can’t Help Myself

Caroline (KK) Harvey x Fem!Reader

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synopsis: nights out are supposed to be fun, but when someone mistakes you for being single, caroline can’t help herself.

a/n: GUYS IM BACK!!!!! also i love you alexandra savior… anyways from this ask, i hope you all enjoy!!

Can’t Help Myself - Alexandra Savior

warnings: alcohol obviously, lots of it, swearing, violence, mentions of blood and such, ummm idk i don’t want to give too much away 😣😣 that’s pretty much it tho, tell me if i missed anything!!

—-

The last time you went to a bar you were sneaking in with a fake ID.

You were 20, so close to that precious age of 21, a freshman in college and itching for that movie like experience you had grown up seeing. After a friend of a friend hooked you up, you got so drunk you swear you started seeing stars, but those might have just been the checkerboard black and white tiles on the bathroom floor.

Memories of that cold tile on your knees hit you every time you thought about going out and, besides- your major didn’t allow for much partying. A fact your friends and girlfriend all detested- but you refused to get behind on classwork just to end up on the bathroom floor again.

But, here you are. Holding onto your girlfriend, Caroline’s hand as she guides you through the crowds of people and towards the bar. You look around warily- is it just you or is there too many people in this building? Are they seriously not breaking some sort of fire code?

Caroline had asked so nicely- and by that, literally got on her knees and begged you- you were all caught up on school and had no homework, she had just won the NCAA championship and was on a high- plus you had a three day weekend.

Really, there wasn’t any excuse you could use.

Maybe, if you really wanted to, you could have said you were too nervous, and Caroline would have stayed home with you immediately at the first sign of you being anything other than happy. But, you knew she wanted to celebrate with her team. And why wouldn’t she? She worked hard for this, scoring 3 goals during the entire Frozen Four tournament.

Caroline suddenly squeezes your hand before pulling you towards her, arm moving around your waist.

“You good, baby?” She asks, looking around the bar for the collection of red jerseys.

“There’s a lot of people,” you say, hesitantly. You don’t want to lie to her, but you don’t want her to take you home. You know she will. Not yet, at least. “I need a drink.”

She laughs and kisses your cheek, and your stomach twists at the sound of her contagious laugh- you find yourself smiling too. “I’ll get you one, then.”

She immediately makes a detour towards the bar, and you press your hip into the counter while she wraps her arm around you, standing next to you so closely you probably look like one person in your matching Harvey jerseys.

“What’d you want?” She asks, her breath tickling the side of your neck. God, it’s loud in here, too.

You stare at her blankly for a second before shrugging. “I dunno, you’re the one who actually drinks.”

She smiles. “Okay, don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

The bartender asks what she wants, and you block out what she says- kind of wanting to be surprised. Next thing you know, she’s saying thank you and putting some money on the counter, telling the bartender to keep the change before turning to you, two glasses in her hand.

And, suddenly, despite the uneasy feeling in your stomach and the fact that this place is so bright and so loud, she looks into your eyes and it’s suddenly just the two of you.

“Thank you for doing this for me,” she whispers.

“Of course, baby,” you smile. “You deserve to celebrate. Don’t worry about me, okay? I’ll be fine. I want you to have fun.”

She rolls her eyes. “I’m always gonna worry about you, babe.”

“If I really want to leave, I’ll just grab your hand and squeeze two times.”

“You better not lie to me, though. Are you sure you’re still good?”

You kiss her nose. “All good. Let me have some of that drink now?”

She smiles, and you shouldn’t be surprised by the way she completely bypasses your open hands and lifts the drink to your lips herself, watching intently at the way your lips part around the small black straw, then at the way your cheeks slightly hollow.

It’s… disgusting, really. The drink, at least. Having Caroline look at you like this, pupils wide and bottom lip now drawn between her teeth, is absolutely exhilarating. All you’re doing is taking a sip of her drink and she’s acting like you’re doing the sexiest thing in the world right in front of her.

It’s slightly fruity, and there’s vodka in it, and maybe some soda? It’s disgusting. You don’t know what it is, and you don’t want to know. You continue to force it down, managing to down almost half of the glass before Caroline snaps back into reality, ripping the drink away from you.

“Okay, slow down, please,” she chuckles.

You gag a bit, shaking your head. “That’s disgusting. Ugh, I hated that.”

“I can get you something else?” She asks, frowning. You almost chuckle at how concerned she is. “Or just water?”

“No,” you roll your eyes. “I’m just trying to chug it as fast as I can.” You try to grab the drink from her again, but she holds it back.

“Okay,” she smiles. “You can… do that, I guess. If you really want to, but in a few minutes. Take it easy, yeah, baby?”

“Okay,” you echo, feeling your stomach twist at the way she’s so knowledgeable in this, the way she’s looking out for you-

“Good girl,” she smiles, kissing your cheek before wrapping her arm tightly around your waist again and leading you through the crowd.

She has to know what she does to you.

You look at her out of the corner of your eye- satisfied smirk on her face- oh. She’s trying to kill you.

Fine, you tell yourself. She’s acting all cool as if she wouldn’t be leaving this bar if you squeezed her hand twice. She’ll do whatever you want, you both know that, but if she’s gonna try to rile you up in the middle of the bar by saying that- well, two can play at that game.

She leads you towards the other side of the bar, where you find a huge booth filled with red jerseys, half-full glasses strewn about the table.

Laila’s phone is propped up against one of those glasses, and she stares intensely at the screen in a way you call tell she’s reading comments on live.

“Laila!” KK calls, loosening your grip on you as the floor opens up a bit.

She smiles when she sees the two of you, beckoning you over. She’s sitting at the end of the circular booth, so you let go of KK to give her a quick hug. Wrapping your arms around her neck, pressing your cheek to hers to say hi to the live.

“Hi, guys!” You smile, watching as a flood of comments come in, all of them saying hi, or complimenting you. “Aw, thanks everyone. You’re all so sweet.”

“Guys,” Laila says, “Do you see this right now?”

She plucks at your red jersey.

“She’s a liar. She does not play for the Wisconsin Badgers! And her last name is not Harvey, either!”

KK suddenly appears next to you, pushing her face into frame.

“One day, though.”

user-1 omg they’re so adorable

user-2 Y/N I CANT BELIEVE YOU STOLE MY GF

user-3 tbh she’s beautiful i cant be mad

user-4 y/n harvey has a ring to it tbh…

user-5 NO DONT GET MARRIED KK COME HOME

user-6 @/user-5 KK THE KIDS MISS YOU

“I’ll believe that when I see a ring,” you tease.

“God, nothing ever pleases you.”

“Can you not?” Laila groans, fake gagging.

user-7 aw poor laila third wheeling

Laila scoots over and you sit down next to her, allowing Caroline to press a kiss to your cheek, saying she’ll be back soon.

user-8 y/n fit check pls??

“Y/N do a fit check!” Laila shouts, not quite aware of her volume level. You take another sip of your drink, gagging yet again.

“Okay. I don’t feel like getting up, though. Um, top is from Caroline Harvey’s closet, bottoms are from, like, Old Navy I think. I dunno, they’re just jeans. And then I’ve had these shoes for years, so…”

Laila turns to you, bored look on her face.

“Y/N, you’re not very good at this.”

“Girl, whatever. I tried.”

user-9 y/n ur so real

user-10 i would die for you y/n

user-11 what method of manifestation did you use?

“My method of manifestation? Listened to Bags by Clairo on repeat, of course.”

user-12 Y/N CLARIO STAN CONFIRMED????

user-13 u are my new fav celebrity.

user-14 what are you guys drinking?!?!??!!?

“What are we drinking?” Laila repeats. “Um, I don’t know if we can say this. Take a wild guess, though.”

“I don’t even know what this is,” you laugh, picking up your glass and swirling it around, listening to the ice clink. “Caroline ordered it for me.”

You take a deep breath- moving out of the screen- abandoning the straw and placing your lips right on the rim, downing the rest of the glass.

user-15 GOD THEYRE SO ADORABLE

user-16 i’m still in mourning…

user-17 the day they hard launched a part of me died

user-18 IF Y’ALL DONT SHUT UP YOU NEVER HAD A CHANCE ANYWAYS

user-19 @/user-18 EXACTLY if i see ANYONE bullying my queen y/n i will attack

“Aw, thank you guys,” you coo. “I’m so sorry that I took your girlfriend, really.”

user-20 GOOD

user-21 YOU SHOULD BE.

user-22 pls tell kk to pay child support

“Okay, so, guys, you didn’t hear this from me but unfortunately KK is actually in debt from all of the child support payments, so you might want to find some other income.”

Laila, who had zoned out reading the comments next to you, laughs so hard she has to take herself out of frame.

“No, because KK actually is so broke right now.” She says, coming back into frame, her eyes so wide she looks like a crazy person.

user-23 y/n pls take laila home 😭

user-24 laila ily pls stop drinking

Laila gasps, dropping her jaw in shock.

“I’m literally not even that… D-R-U-N-K!”

“Laila,” you say, biting your lip to keep from laughing. “Maybe it’s time to let the live go.”

“Yeah, I wanna dance. Okay, bye, guys. Sorry for tripping out. I love you all, see you guys soon.”

You blow a few kissy faces at the screen. “Love you guys!”

The live ends and Laila immediately perks up, looking towards the dance floor. “Okay, move!” She says, trying to push you out of the booth. You scramble away, chuckling at how disoriented she is.

“Sure you wanna dance? Your 6’1 self might fall over and kill someone.”

“Shut up, Y/N.”

Dancing does sound nice. You need to let go a bit, and where better to do it then in the middle of a bunch of people so drunk they won’t remember this tomorrow?

Laila grabs your hand, despite the fact she just told you to shut up, and starts to drag you into the crowd of dancing people. The music seems louder, now.

“Y/N!”

Someone grabs your other hand, pulling you and Laila to a stop. KK stands there, concern on her face and her drink back in her hand.

“Where are you going?” She asks.

“To dance,” you roll your eyes. Maybe you’re kind of a lightweight, but you already feel a little tipsy. That might be a placebo effect, though. This place just feels so freeing, with all the pretty lights and the music that you swear is getting louder by the second.

You grab her drink, taking another big sip.

Her eyes widen and Laila groans, tugging on you.

“I wanna danceeee.”

KK looks between you, drunk Laila, and the crowded dance floor.

“Y/N,” she grimaces. You take another sip.

“I wanna dance, KK. Don’t be a… freakin’ party pooper.”

She blinks at you. “Oh, my God, you are such a lightweight.”

“Okay, can you relax? Overprotective? Your precious girlfriend will be fine,” Laila smiles, flexing her bicep.

“See?!” You smile, gesturing animatedly to Laila before taking another sip.

She grabs her drink back from you. “All done with that.”

“Aw,” you pout.

Caroline sighs, looking again at the dance floor like it’s some entity that’s gonna hurt you.

“Baby,” you start, wrapping your free arm around her neck and drawing her in close to you, burying your face into the side of her neck.

“Y/N.”

You kiss her neck, tongue darting out to swipe across her sweet skin. “Please let me dance, Caroline.”

There’s a breathy lilt to your voice you both know she can’t resist. This is how you win every argument, just bury your face in her neck and ask pretty please.

“Shit, Y/N,” she says, her voice strained. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” you ask, kissing her neck again.

She puts her free hand on the back of your head, smoothing down your hair for one second, savoring the moment before she pulls you away.

“Can I go dance?” You ask, barely licking your lips- but she sees it.

She sighs and rubs the back of her neck.

You both know she can’t resist you, not right now. Especially not when you’re wearing her last name and you’re kissing her neck.

“Be safe.”

“Bye! Love you!” you shout, tugging on Laila. She drops the hand that was covering her eyes and smiles.

“Thank God that’s over.”

You turn to look back at Caroline, and she’s staring after you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. You’ve never thought that Caroline’s overprotective nature was too much. You’ve never shied away from it. How could you hide away from something that feels so perfect? So good? So right?

Belonging to her is the most fulfilling thing you’ve ever known- you can’t help yourself from loving every crazy part of her.

And, besides, she deserves to spend time with her friends. She deserves to celebrate her win in whatever way she wants. You’re kind of surprised that she didn’t follow you out onto the dance floor, but you’re happy about that. She needs her friends and you need yours.

The music gets so loud you swear your eardrums are about to burst.

It’s the best thing you’ve ever felt.

—-

After dancing with Laila for so long your legs feel like they’re about to fall off, they start playing a slightly slower, more sexual song. Couples quickly form on the dance floor- whether it be actual couples or just random people deciding to dance together.

Laila hits your shoulder, and subtlety points to a man wearing the ugliest neon yellow jacket. Maybe it’s not so bad on its own, but paired with an equally neon orange shirt underneath, he looks kind of like a traffic cone.

You laugh, but this new song has changed the vibe, and suddenly you wish your girlfriend was dancing with you.

“I want Caroline,” you say to yourself, spinning around, trying to find where the red jerseys are- quickly getting dizzy. Definitely a little drunk.

“Who would have guessed,” Laila deadpans, and you swat her shoulder while she laughs.

You suddenly feel eyes on you, but Laila is searching the crowd. You look around, suddenly locking eyes with a man dressed in black dress pants and a blue shirt- the top buttons open.

The first thing you notice about him is how startlingly pale he is. You actually kind of get the shivers- he’s deathly skinny, with a goatee he cannot pull off- and he kinda makes you feel uneasy.

Besides for his somewhat startling appearance, he licks his lips as he looks at you like you’re a piece of meat.

“Ugh,” you say, cringing, unable to hide the disgust on your face. You feel kinda bad when his face falls- maybe he’s just drunk like you. Yet, here you are, criticizing his appearance and gagging at him. You shoot him an awkward smile, and his eyes trail up your body- okay. So much for giving him the benefit of the doubt, whatever. “Help,” you whisper to Laila, somewhat jokingly, grabbing her hand.

“Huh?” She asks, grabbing back and looking around.

“Really pale weird guy staring at me like he wants to fuck me.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ, Y/N. That’s fuckin’ disgusting, don’t tell me that.”

“Sorry!” You laugh, watching her eyes widen as she seems to finally spot him.

“Oh, wow… he’s so handsome! When my eyes are closed.”

You laugh and quickly slap your hand over your mouth, turning to her to keep from him seeing you.

“He’s still staring, though,” she frowns. “Okay, this dude is actually so creepy- I’m done dancing, you too?”

You suddenly remember how much you miss Caroline.

“Yeah, all done. Miss my girlfriend.”

“Y’all are so clingy, God… anyways, where did we come from?”

“Um, there, I think.” You start leading her through the crowd, immediately forgetting about the man, thinking only about your beautiful girlfriend and how excited you are to see her again. Forgetting the fact that’s only been about 20 minutes.

Suddenly, a flash of blue appears in front of you and you’re slamming into someone.

“Oh, sorry!” You apologize, steadying yourself by grabbing onto Laila. “You okay?”

You’re met with a pale face and a goatee.

Your eyes widen but you manage to bite your tongue, Laila squeezing your hand so tightly it might snap off.

“All good, pretty girl. You okay?”

“Fine, thanks!” You manage to bite out, Laila’s resolve slowly falling as she starts laughing a bit, and you try desperately to pull her away.

“Hey,” the guy starts, but you pretend not to hear him and tug Laila past him. You can’t bear to look behind yourself, scolding Laila softly as she starts boisterously laughing.

“Oh, my God- you bumped into him!”

“Laila!”

This entire night has felt perfect so far, and it feels kinda picturesque that a super cliche movie thing happened to you. All you can do is laugh about it.

“What’cha laughing about?” Caroline asks, and you suddenly realize you’ve escaped the dance floor and made it back to her.

“KK!” You smile, wrapping your arms around her neck and pressing a short kiss to her lips. She smiles back at you, looking at you in a way that can only be described as adoringly.

“Okay, bye,” Laila says, jokingly covering her eyes as she walks away to talk with some other teammates.

Caroline rolls her eyes at Laila but wraps her arm loosely around your waist, just keeping you close to her. “You’re having fun, baby.”

“So much, this is great. Why don’t I go out more? Why don’t I drink more? Oh, can I have that?”

Caroline stares down at her drink that you’ve already drunk most of-

“C’mon, sweetheart, I’ll get you another one.”

“Okay!” You smile, feeling on top of the world with her arm around you again. She leads you around the outskirts of the dance floor, and you end up back at the bar- leaning against her while she orders.

You’re standing side by side, and she’s dropped the hand around your waist to pull out cash from her wallet. You miss her touch, so you lean your head against her shoulder, adjusting her jersey that’s started slipping down your shoulder.

“Can I buy a drink for the pretty girl and her friend?”

At first, you don’t even realize someone’s talking to you.

You hear about it in the movies, the creepy guys at bars. You hear the horror stories from your friends and family. And you know it’s real, you know it happens- but you never ever think it could happen to you.

Suddenly, there’s that same pale man right next to you, staring into your eyes with such and intensity you wonder if he has a medical condition or if this is some weird attempt at flirting.

“What?”

Its the only thing you can think to blurt out.

Caroline looks up from her wallet, stuffing it back into her pocket and turning to you, hearing your voice but confused as to what you’re talking about.

“Can I buy you a drink?” The guy repeats in a hopeful tone- but the way he carries himself irks you. He’s self-entitled. It’s not quite confidence, but it’s more so this idea that the entire world should bow at his feet. And, unfortunately, that includes you.

“Excuse me?” Caroline asks, quickly wrapping her arm around your shoulder and pulling you even closer. “Thanks, but she doesn’t want anything from you.”

“Really?” He asks, smiling in that same self-entitled way. “C’mon, honey. You’re gorgeous, I’m gorgeous, let me buy you a drink and take you home.”

You feel utterly frozen. Is this actually happening? Are there cameras somewhere?

“Uhhhh…” you say, looking between him and Caroline- the two of them currently engaged in a deadly staring competition.

“Sorry, let me rephrase. My girlfriend doesn’t want anything from you.”

“Caroline,” you mutter, hearing an edge to her voice that’s turning from protective and wary to something a little more… violent. “Let’s just go, babe.”

“Yeah, let’s just go,” she echoes. She turns around with you still under her arm, positioning herself between you and the other guy.

He scoffs as you both turn around- completely offended and shocked at the idea that you don’t want him.

Maybe Caroline glaring at him sets him off. Maybe he just doesn’t know when to quit.

“C’mon, baby- you know you want it. Stop being a little bitch.”

Your mouth parts slightly- and you almost want to laugh- him? Calling you a bitch?

You can feel Caroline’s entire body tense against you.

“Caroline-” you start, knowing her protective nature is going to get to her. You’ve seen it a thousand times on the ice when a girl on the other team gets too close to her goalie, or roughs up another Badger- Caroline fights on the ice.

God, you’ve even confessed to her how sexy you think it is when she suddenly shoulder checks some girl, or slams her stick into someone’s chest.

She whips around, her arm out in front of you, while the arm that was previously around your shoulder whips around and slams into his face.

You let out a yelp at the sheer speed of it all- one second you were walking away, and now Caroline is shaking out her hand as the man doubles over, clutching his jaw.

“You stupid fucking bitch!” He shouts, a crowd quickly forming.

Thankfully, she ignores that comment.

“Listen to me. You don’t touch my girl, you don’t look at her, you don’t think about her- or I swear to God you will not be able to fuckin’ talk.”

She turns back around, her jaw clenched, and you gape at her- mouth opening and closing like a fish, you feel so stupid- but you don’t even know what to say. Do you scold her? Do you kiss her? Because you kinda want to do both right now.

Your mind is literal mush. Not only was that the hottest thing you’ve ever seen in your entire life- but also terrifying. Thankfully, you don’t have to do anything, because Laila and a few other Badgers break through the crowd, grabbing KK and dragging her back towards the exit.

Laila softly taps you, and you tear your eyes away from the fuming man still clutching his cheek- mouth still stupidly dropped open.

“You good?” Laila asks, softly putting her hand on your shoulder.

“Good,” you breathe. “Oh, my God- I can’t believe that just happened.” Laila leads you out of the bar, following behind KK who is getting… forcefully escorted out by her teammates.

The whispers and the staring stops when you exit the bar and into the fresh air. It’s nice out here, still warm but there’s a cool breeze running through. The bar was stuffy and hot, and you didn’t even realize you were holding your breath until the fresh air is right in your face.

“Okay.” Britta Curl, Wisconsin’s captain sighs heavily, rubbing her temples. “What the fuck happened.”

It’s not quite a question.

KK’s teammates let her go, and her jaw is clenched, fists also clenched at her sides. She’s like a tight little ball of anger right now, about to explode.

She’s obviously not going to answer, so Britta turns to you. Her frustration softens a bit, and you’re sure you look a little shaken up- you can’t stop thinking: what if Caroline wasn’t there?

What if he got his hands on you? What if he had stepped closer?

“You okay, Y/N?”

“Yes,” you breathe. All of the team knows you well, and most of them are truly your friends. Despite the fact it’s become a running joke to refer to you as “KK Harvey’s Girlfriend” you know they all do care about you. “I’m fine, thank you.”

“Shit, Y/N,” KK breathes, running her hand through her hair. It’s nothing like earlier tonight when she said those words, when you were kissing your neck.

God, if you could go back to that.

She takes a few deep breaths. “Shit. I’m sorry, Y/N. I… I just couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t let him say that shit. Call you that, fuck.”

You can practically see the memories flash behind her eyes, and she’s getting herself all worked up again.

“Harvey,” Britta cautions, putting her hand on her shoulder. “Take some breaths.”

“Okay, hold on,” Laila starts. “Was that who I think it was? Pale guy from the dance floor?”

“Yeah,” you affirm, and Laila rolls her eyes.

“What a creep.”

“Wait, who?” KK asks, suddenly completely still, staring at Laila in a way that reminds you of a predator about to attack. She’s still got that rage in her veins, and she’s chasing the high, the retribution.

“There was this guy on the dance floor, he was staring at Y/N in this, like, sexual assault-y way, super creepy-”

“A what way?”

Her voice is calm. But you know her, you know her voice- you can hear the pure rage behind it. That deadliness, all of that precision and strength from hockey honed to one target.

“Okay,” Laila says, sticking her palms out in a calming manner. “Not the best choice of words. Deep breaths, KK.”

“No, like what? He was staring at my girlfriend like what?”

“Caroline.”

You walk towards her, placing your hands on her chest.

“Caroline, sweetheart, I love you… but you have to calm down, okay? He was just a fucking weirdo at a bar. And you punched him, remember? He’s not going to talk to another girl, let alone me, for a long time.”

You force her to meet her eyes, and she stares at you for a few seconds- her face slowly starting to soften.

“Sorry,” she mumbles after a moment.

“Why do we even try?” One of her teammates whispers. You resist the urge to smile.

“Why don’t we go home, K?”

She looks over your shoulder at the door to the bar.

“Yeah.”

“Thank God,” Laila mutters. “This was about to become a bloodbath. Everyone say ‘thank you, Y/N.’”

A few of her teammates laugh, and even KK cracks a small smile as they all repeat the sentiment.

Britta turns to KK, glaring at her still somewhat disapprovingly.

“I’m sorry,” KK mutters again.

Britta sighs. “I… probably would have punched him too if I was there. I can’t blame you.”

“Exactly, like? What was I supposed to do? He called my girl a bitch and I was supposed to just walk away? Nah. No way.”

“Overprotective!” Laila chimes in with a sing-song voice, and all of you laugh.

Finally, you all manage to bid your goodbyes, Laila saying she’ll hitch a ride back from someone else- “I don’t want to hear what’s about to go on in that bedroom. Keep the biohazards to a minimum, though.”

Caroline opens the car door for you, moving around to the other side and quickly climbing in. She puts her hand on the inside of your thigh, not starting the car yet, and making no move to.

She hesitates for a moment.

“Did I scare you?” She finally asks, turning to you with such vulnerability etched into her face it fixes any part of your heart that had ever hurt.

You smile softly, because you love this girl and you can’t believe she cares about you this much.

“No, baby.” You put your hand on her face and she leans towards you. “I was scared… because I kept thinking about what would have happened if you weren’t there.”

“I’m never letting you out of my sight at a bar again. Or ever, actually. Would you be down to tattoo Property of Caroline Harvey on your chest?”

“Caroline.”

“I love you.” You smile, the joking scold dying on your tongue. “I love you so much. And I can’t believe you’re all mine.”

You fake gasp. “I cant believe you’re all mine. Caroline Harvey, Olympian, star-athlete, heartthrob of women’s hockey-”

She shuts you up with a kiss. You’re both smiling into it, your thumbs rubbing her check, her hand squeezing your thigh and her other hand coming up to lightly hold the base of your neck.

When you finally have to pull away for that stupid thing called breathing, you grab her hand and squeeze twice. She quirks her brow at you before realization washes over her face.

“Well, when my beautiful girl says it’s time to go, it’s time to go.”

She doesn’t move her hand from your thigh the entire drive. And despite Caroline being a little hot headed and a little overprotective, it’s just her way of showing you she loves you- you can’t think of it any other way.

There’s no one else in the world who would succumb to whatever you want just because you kissed their neck, no one else who you would feel confident completely placing your trust in, no one else who can love you the way she loves you.

And if tonight is any indication- she loves you to the point of violence. Which is kind of alarming, but mostly sweet.

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