#kristie mewis

[woso-dreamzzz]

Chook and Gremlin

Kewis x Child!Reader (Chook) x Gremlin

Summary: Gremlin's your future best friend

Kristie watches warily as Katie and Caitlin's daughter goes stomping around her living room.

It's the first time they've babysat Katie and Caitlin's little Gremlin before and, despite Sam insisting you'd get along with the little toddler, Kristie still has her doubts.

You seem a little wary too, shuffling on your feet and clutching a dinosaur in your hand as you watch as Gremlin explores her new surroundings.

"You don't have to play just yet," Kristie says, hand carding through your hair gently as you hide behind her leg," We'll go at your own pace, chook."

You nod, a slight up and down motion of your head that Kristie barely feels against her hand.

"Mommy," You whisper," Does she like dinos?"

"I'm not sure. Do you want to go and ask?"

"I...I have another dino mask. We could be dinos together?"

"It's sweet of you to share your toys."

"I go get them?"

"Of course."

You disappear into your bedroom and Kristie sits at the kitchen table supervising Gremlin's exploring.

You don't really have any friends outside of those at school and you certainly aren't friends with someone so many years younger than yourself.

But there's a baby coming, another little presence that you have no idea about. A baby is coming and Kristie can't help but worry that she's made a terrible decision and already ruined your life.

She and Sam had floated the idea, of course, about how you would feel having a little sibling. You'd been dismissive and uncaring with only a quick question of 'do I have to share all of my toys?'.

You'd given no indication of your feelings on the matter. No indication if you had suspicions on why you'd even been asked.

Kristie had never seen you interact with kids younger than you before and yet, here is one now.

A little toddler with a face like thunder and a little wrinkled nose as she attempts to climb the cat tree to pet Helen.

Kristie goes to stand but Sam's quicker, crossing the room and plucking Gremlin away from harm by the back of her overalls.

"Cats can scratch," She warns," If you pet them wrong."

Gremlin's little face scrunches up. "I know! Have two cats at home! Coopurr an' Spicy!"

"Mommy!" Kristie's attention shifts from Sam and Gremlin to your voice and she finally heaves herself up to walk the path to your bedroom.

"My chook? What's wrong?"

"Can't-Can't find my other dino mask! Jus-Just the dragon one!"

You look distraught, your velociraptor mask in one hand and your dragon mask in the other.

"That's alri-"

"No! What if she doesn't like dragons?"

"I'm sure she'll love dragons." Kristie sits on the floor, gently reaching for your waist and drawing you forward until you're standing in front of her. "What's wrong? Huh? What's got you so worried?"

Your bottom lip wobbles dangerously and Kristie can see your eyes get all watery like you're about to cry.

"What...What if she thinks I'm broken?"

"Broken? Why would she think you're broken?"

You look down, silent for a moment as you shuffle your feet. "Because I'm sick," You whisper," And sometimes I'm not really here..."

"Oh, chookie...You're not broken. I promise. You're not broken at all. You're just a little different to other kids and that's okay. I promise that Gremlin won't think you're broken at all and I'm sure she'd love being a dragon instead of a dino."

You sniffle. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Do you want a cuddle before we go back out there?"

"Yes, please."

When you finally end up back in the living room, Sam is dangling Gremlin by the back of her overalls while the toddler giggles hysterically.

"You've got this," Kristie whispers to you," You and Gremlin are going to be great friends. I know it."

You shuffle forward slowly, tugging on Sam's leg so she knows to let your new friend down.

"Here," You say, handing over the mask," It's a dragon. They breath fire."

"Dragon?" Gremlin asks, head cocking to the side.

You nod. "Dragon. They're like dinosaurs but with big wings and fire."

Gremlin grins. "I like dragons. Dragons eat people!"

She turns to look at Sam as she pulls the mask on.

Her eyes dart to your velociraptor mask. "Dinosaurs eat people too?"

You nod. "They can." You slip on your mask.

"Good," She says," Now, we eat auntie Sam!"

[wileys-russo]

uhhh well now we know why Kristie hasn’t been playing 🥹🥹 congratulations to the mums to be!!!

[meazalykov]

nothing straight

catarina macario x uswnt!reader

warnings: reader being very downbad. best friends to lovers.

since being called up to the uswnt in 2018, you’ve become a world cup winner, and an olympic bronze medalist. you’ve done more by your early-twenties than some people dream of their whole lives.  

yet it always felt like you were alone.  

you weren’t, not really. you had mallory who was your closest friend on the team for years. the two of you had inside jokes, a rhythm on the field, and memories from nearly every camp. however, she had a boyfriend who she mainly paid attention to. it was a serious relationship. when camp ended, your close friend went back to chicago while you returned to barcelona.  

you'd grown used to the ocean between you and everyone else. it was a quiet loneliness, the kind you dressed in smiles and gold medals.  eveyrone on the roster always played for an NWSL club, while your name always had a european one attached to it. you were distant from everyone, having different experience.

in 2021, many new names were being called up to the roster since the olympics were over and the coach needed to start the world cup prep happening in two years. with that call up, you heard a new name for the first time… catarina macario.

you didn’t expect much. rookies came and went, but when she started showing up to every training session with that unbothered look on her face. cool, calculating, and smart…you got annoyed. 

especially when she kept beating you in drills. somehow she was always just a step ahead. that smirk she gave you always pissed you of.

catarina is only a year older than you, you wondered how she was not called up to the senior team before.

however, the attitude of hers is how you both became best friends.  

the rivalry was playful, somewhat annoying, very magnetic. as time went on, it became more. she was your shadow at camp, your roommate during travel games, your pre-game playlist partner. when everyone else slept, you stayed up talking about your lives in back europe, trading barcelona and lyon stories. 

national camp became something to look forward to, because cat would be there. however, the more time passed, the more your teammates started seeing things you didn’t.  

they all saw the way you looked at her and the way she looked at you. they all saw the way your hand stayed on her arm a second too long during stretches. everyone seen the way she always sat next to you, always leaned her head on your shoulder during rest time.  

everyone knew, though you didn’t or maybe… you were just too afraid to say it aloud.  

unfortunately, cat tore her acl a year after you met her.  

you were still in barcelona when it happened. you watched the replay on your phone, alone in your apartment. you knew immediately.  

you cried knowing the consequence but not in front of anyone. when you flew to lyon to see her? when she sat in that brace, eyes tired, voice trying to stay strong? you broke. of course you had quiet sobs in her arms, and her holding you like you were the one who got hurt instead of her.  

you were in love with her. you knew it then but you kept it quiet for two years.  

barcelona was home for four years, but you finally left in 2023, signing with chelsea.  

why? you said you wanted a new challenge. a new league. what you did not know was that catarina wanted the same thing after lyon… she also chose chelsea.

the thing with being around cat every day was that it made hiding your feelings impossible.  

“fuck… i’m in love with my best friend,” you whispered to yourself one night in your apartment living room. you thought you were alone in the room, while your friends were in the kitchen.  

“yeah. no shit,” sam said entering your living room.  

you flinched.  

“what?”  

“you heard me,” she smirked, “it’s obvious. even kristie said so, and she usually misses everything.”  

you tried to laugh it off, “you guys are just reading into things—”  

“no. you’re just terrified but she’s literally in love with you, you idiot,” sam added, grabbing her water from the coffee table, “talk to her or at least stop eye-fucking her during tactical meetings.”  

you didn’t talk to cat about your feelings at all until one night in 2024.  

it was the post-match. everyone had left to go home after the win against arsenal. london stayed blue (as it should). catarina and you were the only ones still left in the locker room. this wasn’t new. you both liked quiet and liked staying late, never rushing to leave.  

however, this night nearly crushed you.

she had her sports bra on, joggers on and hugging her hips, leaning against the bench, scrolling through her phone.  

your eyes were on her abs and on the curve of her hips… and on her lips. when your gaze lingered too long, she looked up and caught you.  

“what was that?” she asked, voice smooth. teasing.  

“what was what?” you asked, already folding under pressure.  

“that look.” she put her phone down, stepped closer, “you don’t look at anyone else like that.”  

you swallowed hard, “cat, i don’t know what you mean.”  

she tilted her head, “okay sure…you’re bold with everyone else and you don’t take shit from anyone but with me you are somehow the opposite?”  

you blinked.  

“you get all shy. all soft,” she whispered, stepping even closer. the woman’s bare arm brushed against yours, “why’s that?”  

you wanted to speak but you couldn’t.  

she reached down in front of you and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “you gonna answer me, y/n?”  

your voice came out small, “fuck… it’s because i love you, ok?”  

the air left her lungs like a laugh and a sigh combined. cat’s hand dropped from your face to your waist.  

“took you long enough.”  

quickly, her lips were on yours.  

they were soft at first. tentative. it felt like a question.  

luckily you answered with your whole body, tilting your head, pressing into her.  

you kissed her like you had been waiting years because you had.  

your hands found her hips, hers slid along your spine. macario’s tongue brushed yours and you gasped against her lips, pulling her in closer. the kiss deepened and slowed. after a few minutes, you pulled away with your forehead pressed against hers, you both caught your breath.  

cat’s fingers grazed your bare waist, the hem of your shirt bunched in her palm. your hand splayed over her ribs, the heat of her skin grounding you.  

it felt like a dream.  

you could’ve stayed like that forever…half-clothed, sweaty from the match, stealing kisses in a dimly lit locker room.  

suddenly, she grinned. that damn grin that your bestfriend loves doing.  

“i can’t believe you never told me your feelings, you jerk.”  

you rolled your eyes, breathless, “i thought you wouldn’t like me back.”  

“why not?”  

“i don’t know. i thought you were just… fooling around. maybe straight.”  

she laughed, “you look and act more straight than i do.”  

she wasn’t wrong.  

“i don’t think there’s anything straight about the way i feel about you, cat,” you whispered.  

she leaned in again, kissed you softer this time.  

“good,” she murmured, “because there’s nothing straight about how i feel about you either.”  

masterlist

[lovethelifeyoulive123]

Cute❤️

[desperate-gay]

Kristie mewis x reader panic attack or maybe a little relapse with reader and Kristie is there as her girlfriend .

Safe With You

Kristie Mewis x fem!reader

summary: during a girls’ night out, you encounter someone you never thought you’d see again, triggering a panic attack. Your best friend Kristie helps you through it and later helps reveal true feelings

“Ooo, this one right here!” Kelley yells, pointing out the downtown club. Some of the gotham girls, along with you, decided it was a beautiful night out and since you didn’t have any responsibilities the next day, it was a perfect time to go out.

“How many more do you think we’re gonna go to?” You ask, leaning over to Kristie’s ear so no other pondering friends can listen in.

“Let’s hope this will be the last.” Kristie huffs, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and dragging you along with the group.

None of the girls are drunk but most are definitely tipsy. You have only had about two and a half drinks within the past couple of hours, so you’re not feeling any effects while Kristie has only had three.

Kelley is the most drunk out of everyone, even the younglings, and when Kelley is drunk, she never wants to stop partying. Many of the girls are not protesting considering this is the first free day they have had in weeks, especially Ali with having to take care of her kids.

The group finds a table somewhat in the corner of the bar, and a few of the girls go to the bar to order drinks. Kristie and you both sit on the high-top chairs across from Midge and Jenna. Kristie and Midge are in a heated discussion on what’s the best way to style and take care of your eyebrows while you and Jenna watch them with amused smiles.

Suddenly, a prickling at the back of your neck makes you turn around and flit your gaze nervously across the crowded room, almost as if a sudden fog made its way into the bar. As much as you look, you can’t seem to find anything out of the ordinary.

Relief washes over your face when Lynn arrives with hands full of drinks, sparking cheers around the table. Sure you haven’t drank much yet, but that just gives you reason to drink more now. Once you get a hold of your drink, you begin to take multiple large gulps, shocking the girls around you.

“Damn girl, the drink isn’t going anywhere.” Lynn teases while the other girls laugh along.

Kristie just stares at you in bewilderment, not being used to this side of you. You blush under everyone’s gaze and look around the dance floor to try and remove the unwanted attention.

Within minutes, many of the girls are pulled onto the dance floor, leaving you with Kristie and Midge at the table.

“How about you? What was the last date you had?” Midge asks you since you’re the only one who hasn’t shared. You shift a little uncomfortably at the two girl’s stares, especially one being your best friend who you have grown attracted to within the past year.

“Umm, it was a blind date set up by my friend a few months ago. He was sweet and all, but I just didn’t see it going anywhere.” You shrug, taking another sip of your drink.

“What did he do? Profession wise.” Midge wonders, intrigued by your love life you barely share any detail about.

“A lawyer.”

“So let me get this straight. He was sweet, a lawyer, and a good friend of your friend. Was he ugly?”

“No, he wasn't ugly at all, it’s just, I don’t know honestly.” You exhale, rubbing your hands on the glass cup sitting on the table.

“There has so got to be more to that story, but I’ll let you off the hook. For now.” Midge teases with a daunting glare directed at you.

You didn’t even realize how silent the blonde next to you had become. You couldn’t say the real reason as to why the blind date didn’t become a second one when the reason is sitting next to you. Around the time of the date, you began to feel new feelings about your best friend, and you’re still trying to depict them.

“You never told me about that date.” Kristie states, finally speaking up.

“I didn’t think it was that important.” You say, tensing your shoulders up subconsciously at the scene. Kristie just hums, not believing you for a second but deciding to let it go.

Soon Kelley returns to the table, drunk and ditsy, claiming everyone is such party poopers. You all roll your eyes at the girl but chuckle, and soon the blonde next to you is dragged by Kelley to the dance floor.

Kristie looks at you with pleading eyes as her arm is getting tugged off, begging for you to get her out of it, but you just shrug with an entertained smile. You notice the midfielder lipping something at you with a glare, but you’re too tipsy to understand.

“So, about that lawyer.” You laugh at the younger girl’s persistence, shaking your head with a disbelief look.

“Midgey, like I told you-”

That’s when you hear it. That booming, raspy laugh just a few feet away from you. You thought you’d never have to hear that ugly sound ever again, but of course, you’re proven wrong.

You slowly turn around, and when you do, you catch eyes with someone you haven’t seen since Boston College. His sinister smirk stretches across his face as he takes a sip of his beer, eyeing you up while the fear in your eyes grows.

Pins and needles spread through your limbs, leaving you numb. The glass in your hand feels distant, as if it belongs to someone else. Your ears become muffled, blocking Midge’s worried calls out for you. And then your heartbeat. It starts to speed up five times its usual pace, causing your breathing to match its fast rate.

“Midge, what’s going on?” Ali asks, having come back to rest from all the dancing.

“I have no clue, one second we were talking and the next we weren’t.” Midge furrows her eyebrows with a worried expression, trying to figure out how to help.

“Here, help me take her outside.” Ali demands, continuing to try and grab your attention and ask if it’s okay if she touches you.

When you don’t answer, Ali softly touches your arm and when you don’t react, she wraps your arm around her shoulder to support your weight. Midge wraps her arms around your midsection once Ali stands you up, and you can’t even feel either touch.

The girls get you so close until you suddenly become deadweight in the corner of the bar, dragging the two girls down with you so you don’t get injured. Your knees curl up to your chin, and your arms wrap around your legs. Your whole body feels like TV static, numbing your mind along with it.

“What do we do? She’s clearly panicking!” Midge begins to freak out, becoming extremely worried at your state, watching tears run down your wide eyes.

“Go get Kristie.”

“What?”

“Go grab Kristie! Now, Midge!” Ali doesn’t mean to yell, but she’s not sure how long you’ll go without passing out. Midge nods her head determinedly and runs onto the dance floor through the sweaty bodies to find the midfielder.

You never thought you’d run into that pathetic excuse of a man again. The beginning of your relationship was great sophomore year, but then it began to grow more tense. Arguing about the future, miscommunications, and disagreements turned into pushes, then slaps, and finally full-on punches.

It took you getting a concussion to finally put an end to what was happening. Kristie was there from the beginning, constantly trying to get you to move in with her and leave him, but you just couldn’t. Despite the abuse, you felt as if he still loved you.

Then a few months after the breakup came the stalking and threatening. He would follow you to classes, work, and even practices just to scare you. Along with that, we would make burner accounts and threaten to lie to the dean to get you kicked from school, and show explicit photos to your friends and family.

It took Kristie speaking up for you to finally file a restraining order. Ever since then, you haven’t seen or heard a peep from the man.

“What’s going on!” Kristie’s voice cuts through the loud air, approaching your curled-up body.

“We don’t know.” Midge admits, biting her lip anxiously at the scene of Kristie trying everything to get your attention.

“Well, what the hell happened!” Kristie’s voice raises, absolutely terrified at the state you're in and wanting to do whatever she can to get you out of it.

“One second we were talking and then the next she looked around and went into this!”

“Looked around?”

The midfielder quickly glances around the room, attempting to follow in your footsteps, and that’s when she sees it. More like sees him. That same smug smirk she remembers seeing years ago.

“Kriegs, I need you to go grab security. Quickly.” Without any hesitation, Ali runs to look for bouncers while Kristie turns her glare from the man over to you with a softened look.

Your eyes are looking everywhere and nowhere all at once. They’re moving yet you can’t focus or see a thing, but when you hear that familiar soothing voice, your vision begins to unblur.

“There you are.” The blonde states, watching your gaze finally make contact with hers.

Within seconds, your breathing begins to slow, reverting back to its original pace as soon as it can, helping your body relax and unnumb. Just the sound of Kristie’s voice and the soft touch of her hand have helped tremendously, although you aren’t in the clear.

Your breaths have slowed down from before but it’s still rapid compared to the normal rate, and most of your body remains dizzy.

“What can I help you with, ma’am?” The bouncer asks, approaching you two with Ali right next to him.

“I need you to get that man out of here.” Kristie demands, pointing to the cause of all this chaos.

“We can’t kick him out without cause. We haven’t heard any complaints.” The man asserts with furrowed brows, but Kristie doesn’t seem to take it.

“Is a restraining order enough? Escort him out or I will, sir.”

Many of the girls who have now gathered around, not too close to overwhelm you, eyes widened with impressed looks and smiles as they watch the bouncer scram to escort him out.

“Wow. Don’t wanna mess with Kristie and her girl.” Nealy mumbles to a nodding Jenna.

Meanwhile, you’re finally making progress on being able to talk, hear, and breathe normally. A lot of your body remains tingly along with weakness, but the blonde girl alongside you helps you with everything.

“Here she is.” Kristie murmurs softly, her voice cutting through the haze in your mind like sunlight breaking through a curtained window. Her steady tone anchors you, and your frantic gaze finally meets hers.

“You’re okay, you’re safe. I’m right here.” She calmly says, her touch is gentle but firm, hands rubbing slow, deliberate circles on your arms.

Your chest heaves as you fight to regain control of your breathing, each inhale catching like a hiccup in your throat. But her words, her presence, they’re a lifeline. Slowly, the static buzzing in your body begins to fade, replaced by a dull ache and a tingling warmth where her hands rest on your arms.

“That’s it.” Kristie encourages, her eyes locked on yours. “Breathe with me, okay? In and out.”

You nod shakily, mimicking her deep breaths. Your lungs still feel tight, but the rhythm she sets calms the chaos in your chest. Gradually, the room sharpens around you; the distant thrum of music, the faint chatter of the girls nearby. It’s overwhelming, but Kristie keeps your focus tethered to her.

“There you go.” she says when your breathing finally steadies. “You’re doing so good, honey.”

Your heart stumbles at her words, warmth spreading through your chest despite the lingering fear. You manage a small nod, though the effort feels monumental.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, your voice hoarse and shaky. “I don’t know what happened. I saw him, and-”

“Stop, you don’t have to explain right now. It’s not your fault.” Kristie interrupts gently, shaking her head.

“She’s right, Y/n. None of this is your fault.” Midge steps closer, her face lined with concern.

You exhale shakily, the pressure in your chest lightening as you take in their words. Slowly, with Kristie’s help, you rise to your feet. Your legs wobble, lightheadedness threatening to pull you down again, but her arm is already around your waist, holding you steady.

“Easy, I’ve got you.” She says softly, her steady grip grounding you.

Her closeness, the protective strength in her touch, is almost too much to bear. Your cheeks flush a deep red, and you glance away, hiding the way her presence affects you. But Kristie notices, of course she does. Her hand lingers on your waist as her gaze searches yours.

“How about we head home, yeah?” The older girl suggests with a small smile.

“Yeah.”

—

When Kristie suggested going home, you both decided to just stay over at her apartment. It was close and for some reason comfier than yours in your opinion.

The midfielder was quick to offer you her clothes to sleep in which included a t-shirt and shorts. You were so relieved to take off the tight pants you had on along with your bra that felt like it was pushing your breasts all the way into your back.

You’re both cuddled together on the couch watching some sitcom on the TV. Cuddling isn’t new to you two, but ever since you realized your feelings for the older girl, your chest tightens and your cheeks flush whenever she gets this close.

Within minutes you’re asleep on the blonde’s chest, your cheek resting on her grey sweater and hair splattered across your face. Kristie is not too far behind, having soothed herself to sleep by threading her nails through the top of your head while the show in the background plays lightly.

The night passes in a peaceful blur, and when morning comes, sunlight streams through the window, warming your face. You squint against the brightness, groaning softly as you blink yourself awake. The warmth of Kristie’s arm draped over you lingers, grounding you in the moment, but you still try to sit up as well as you can without waking the girl.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Kristie rasps, her voice low and husky from sleep, with a sleepy grin spreading across her face as she stretches her arms over her head.

If you were half asleep before, you sure as hell aren’t now. The sound of her morning voice, paired with the pet name, sends a shiver down your spine. You’re not used to this side of her, so confident, so close. It makes your pulse race in ways you’re not sure you can control.

Kristie immediately notices the change in your posture despite only being up for a few minutes. She slowly sits up next to you, watching the side of your face and observing your reaction to her getting closer to you. When you turn, you slightly jump having not actually seen her move up close to you.

“Hi.” You manage a shaky smile, your heart still racing from the sudden closeness.

“Hi.” The girl’s lips curl into a soft grin, her blue eyes flickering between yours as if searching for something unspoken. The way she leans closer makes your breath hitch.

A new tension rises between you two as you both stare at one another with longing eyes, wanting so much more but not making a move. You don’t want to pull away. Maybe this is when something can happen between you two, but you’re too afraid to make the first move.

Suddenly, Kristie’s voice breaks the air with something unexpected.

“Please tell me to stop if I’m doing something you don’t want or like.”

Your breath catches in your throat as her words hang in the air. Kristie’s voice is quiet, almost hesitant, but there’s a certainty in her tone that makes your pulse quicken once again. Her gaze remains locked on yours, searching for any sign of hesitation.

You should say something. Anything. But all you can do is stare at her, your heart pounding in your chest like it’s trying to escape, too nervous to do something wrong.

“Kristie.” You finally whisper, unsure of where the courage to speak comes from.

Her name falls from your lips like a plea, and that’s all the confirmation she seems to need. Slowly, carefully, she closes the small space between you.

Her hand brushes against yours, the touch featherlight, as if she’s giving you the chance to pull away. You don’t. Instead, your fingers curl slightly, brushing hers in return.

“Is this okay?” She asks softly, voice trembling just enough to betray her own nerves.

“Yeah. It’s more than okay.” You nod, barely able to speak.

A small smile tugs at her lips before she leans in, her forehead resting lightly against yours. Her breath is warm against your skin, and you swear the world outside her apartment melts away. It’s just you and her now, caught in this fragile, perfect moment.

Her hand lifts to your cheek, her thumb tracing the crevices of your skin. The touch sends shivers down your spine, and for the first time, you realize just how much you’ve wanted this. Just how much you’ve been concealing these emotions.

And then, finally, she kisses you.

It’s gentle at first, her lips brushing against yours like a question, but when you don’t pull away, when you kiss back, it deepens. Your hands find their way to her shoulders repositioning and anchoring yourself to her as her fingers tangle in your hair.

Time slows. The sitcom that played throughout the night fades into white noise. All you can feel is her warmth, her touch, and the way she makes you feel like the center of the universe.

When she finally pulls back, her cheeks are flushed, and her grin is sheepish.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while.” She admits, her voice barely above a whisper.

You laugh softly, your own face warm.

“Me too.”

For the first time in what feels like forever, the tension between you two isn’t uncertainty. It’s the start of something new.

[didalexiabreakupwitholgaisback]

i find it extremely troubling the ease at which media are willing to rip into Sam Kerr as her court case starts today also. The body cam footage has been released to the public domain without a second thought. public money is funding a witch-hunt of a trial

meanwhile the premier league shields rapists and abusers and even puts them on a pedestal

the more i read about this trial, the more angry i get that we are wasting judicial resources on this, and not other types of cases, as you have mentioned. and that this is happening the same week as the rubiales trial is frankly too much.

i also have to mention that every single woman i know (including myself) has a dodgy story about riding in a taxi/uber/whatever with a male driver that has made you feel deeply uncomfortable. and then to have the police officer automatically believe the taxi's version of events...😤

[greynatomy]

yall i wake up and kewis is having a mini kewis!!

[samkerrworshipper]

My Masterlist

WIPS

Leah Williamson -

seeing her tonight, it's a bad idea right?

just some friends with benefits smut that’s ends with confessions of love

medication

r stops taking their anxiety medications during the euros finals to get rid of three side effects… but what happens when it seriously effects them on the pitch

let me love you

r struggles after her and leah break up after some drunken kisses with other people… can they mend it all before r’s health is seriously affected?

the call up

when r gets the news notification from the Spanish federation regarding the forced call up the espwnt

safe and sound

r having suicidal thoughts and leah just being there to support them and be there for them

playgirl

friends to lovers smut w cocky as fuck playgirl leah who secretly only has eyes on r

losing

what happens when r loses for the first time?

asthma attacks

what happens when r has a asthma attack whilst Leah’s out for the night?

i will wait for you.

r gets injured in the champions league final and finds herself pushing out everyone, is it to late to make up with the people that matter most?

lost cause

r doesn’t want to do life anymore… leah’s there to make it all better and let her know how loved she is

tourniquet

r struggles with self harm and Leah helps her with it in theee different examples

pain, sweet, pain.

leah’s return from her acl injury is nothing like what she wanted nor expected, but her team are there to help her up when she’s down.

scars and all

leah finds out about her girlfriends past mental health issues

beautiful girl series (leah + jordan as coparents)

part 1 -> close you’re eyes: leah and jordan’s daughter is struggling after their breakup

part 2 -> have no fear: jordan and r have a heart to heart and somethings are revealed

part 3 -> the monsters gone: leah confronts her daughter

part 4 -> she’s on the run: r runs away

part 5 -> and your moms are here: reconciliation

part 6 -> beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girl: final part

Lucy Bronze -

mamacita

jersey smut with lucy after winning

daddy?…. sorry

just a little drabble about dom daddy lucy

a shoulder to cry on

lucy is there for r after she has a career shattering injury

euro champs and abs

lucy’s prize for winning the euros

leg shakes and body aches pt.2^

after care for the fic above

epiphany

random grief drabble - more r focused then lucy tbh but if u want a good cry then readdd

Alexia Putellas -

movie night

cheek voyeurism smut with r and alexia at team movie night

lap dance

stripper smut with Alexia after the world cup

on the sidelines

wag Alexia on the sidelines for wnba girlfriend

i remember everything

r struggles with eating disorder… alexis is to absorbed in her own life to notice.. what are th consequences?

the party

songfic based off the song the party & the after party by the weeknd… pure filthy smut

exile

songfic based off the song exile by taylor swift

the last time (pt.2^)

Alexia tries to apologise to r after what happened at the club… another songfic based off the song the last time by taylor swift

between thighs

just a little quickie fic

back between villages

alexia tears her acl.

sugar, baby

u have a little arrangement with la reina

bar-ca

babyfic with newborn alexia and r as parents

rockin’ around the christmas tree

fluffy kidfic with christmas with the putellas’ family

underneath the surface

alexia finds out about your endometriosis

Sam Kerr -

cock blocked

team night with the arsenal girls who r keeping you from being thoroughly fucked by your girlfriend

smut headcanons

just smutty dom headcanons with sammy k

a whore’s punishment

literal smutty porn without plot… that’s it.

concealed

little drabble about sam concealing a strap during a photo shoot

the phone call

based off the scene in the uswnt doc with the different call ups except sam x reader coded

acls

based off sam’s acl injury :(

Katie Mccabe -

nails

katie comes home from ireland camp with a new set of nails and she shows you just how much she can do even without using her hands or

Mapi Leon -

massage therapy

mapi gets injured… reader tries to resolve some of the tension in her body

warmed

cockwarming… that’s about it

las 15

based off of the spanish players boycott pre world cup

Alexia Putellas x Reader x Lucy Bronze -

twos a company, threes a crowd

| pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 |

pure filth between my three girlies

Leah Williamson x reader x Lia Wälti -

all yours

just a little friends to lovers angsty fic about lia and leah getting together when the three have always been best friends and r struggling with it

Mapi Leon x Reader x Ingrid Engen -

long distance

touch starved and anxious reader who’s been away from mapi and ingrid for a while and needs a reminder just how much the love her

Vivianne Miedema x Beth Mead -

bad days

Viv has a bad anxiety day… Beth’s there for her no matter what

Kristie Mewis x Sam Kerr -

pinky promise?

little anxiety fic about kristie stressing about meeting Sam’s parents for the first time

wet dream

kristie can’t sleep.. sam has a wet dream..

Lia Wälti x Alexia Putellas -

captains connection

sometiems the captains are the ones who need the most help after games..

auswnt -

togetherness

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3

just some tillies angst and fluff

arsenal women -

found family

r goes out in the snow and gets really sick, but is scared to bother their arsenal teammates, two captains show up at their door after them not showing up to training for a few days and help them out and show them just how much the team loves them

homework help

when r moves to england she struggles with the adjustment of new school… arsenal team are there for her though

sticker chart

r and kyra r the pranksters of the team… but what happens when they take it too far and the arsenal parents seperate them as a result

revival

arsenal reader has been struggling more than she’d ever admit.. when it becomes to much she attempts to take her life but her teammates refuse to let her kill herself when she has so much more to live for.

hard times

arsenal reader struggles with PTSD and new year’s eve is a particular struggle… but the arsenal girlies are there for her even if she doesn’t know she needs them

narcotics

reader has a drug problem.. her arsenal teammates help her to realise and overcome it

how did it end?

suicidal ex-arsenal reader who retired after leaving the club

barca women -

suffer in silence

r struggles with self harm after the problems with the spanish federation.. mapi, ingrid, lucy and alexia are there to pick up the broken pieces

exhausted

insomnia reader with concerned alexia

initiation orgy universe

initiation:

pt.1 -> pt.2 -> pt.3

celebrations:

pt.1 -> pt.2 -> pt.3

[woso-dreamzzz]

Torn VI

Kewis x Child!Reader

Summary: You go to hospital

Kristie is at training.

Summer holidays usually means preseason for Sam. It usually means a few weeks where the three of you get to do fun things together before going back into preseason.

But with her knee, it means more time lazing around the house with you.

You're having a lot of fun playing dinosaurs with her, not yet changed out of your fuzzy Spinosaurus onesie as one of the Land Before Time episodes plays on the tv.

You drop your toy though and Sam gently moves it away.

Your seizures have gotten easier to deal with now that you've gone on your medicine. They've gone down to maybe two or three every few days and, while you're none the wiser about why your seizures are a bad thing, it makes Kristie and Sam feel safer.

But this one is different.

Usually, your seizures are only a few seconds long but, as Sam checks her phone, she knows it's been a few minutes now.

That's never happened before and, as your mouth opens and closes in repetitive chewing movements, she jerks into action.

There's blood in your mouth.

Blood that definitely shouldn't be there.

She fumbles with her phone for a moment, almost dropping it completely.

"Hello? Yes, er, I need an ambulance! My-My kid's having a seizure and she's bleeding and-and I don't know what to do!"

Questions rattle off the operator's lips faster than Sam can keep up.

"Yes. She's five, nearly six. Er, she's got CAE but this is different. I-I don't know! She's kind of jerking a little bit? And I think she's bitten her cheek because she's bleeding. She's on medication but...Yes, I'm Mum."

Sam rattles off more information, anything she can think of and the operator is nice enough to stay on the phone until the ambulance gets there.

It's only when Sam's at the hospital that she realises Kristie's at training.

Kristie's at training and is none the wiser about what's just happened.

Riding in the ambulance was the scariest thing Sam has ever done with you, far eclipsing the other scariest thing she had ever done with you which was hiding all of Kristie's eyebrow pencils.

You'd had an accident in the ambulance which all the paramedics said was normal. You bit at your cheek again which all the paramedics said was expected.

You'd jerked your little limbs and suddenly looked smaller than your almost six years as you lay in the stretcher in your fuzzy dinosaur onesie.

"Chook, baby," Sam had said in the ambulance," It's going to be okay. Alright? You're going to be alright."

It takes Sam a while to pluck up the courage to call Kristie, to let her know that something's happened to you and now you're in hospital.

Kriste's there within the hour, just as you wake up.

You'd briefly been awake when your seizure was over but so exhausted and so confused, Sam had coaxed you to sleep again.

“Mommy,” You say as your eyelids flutter open, reaching out for her.

Kristie grabs your hand quickly, squeezing ever so slightly like she’s making sure that you’re with her. “Hey, chook,” She coos as Sam appears at your other side,” How are you feeling?”

You frown. “Mom talked to me,” You say instead.

“Huh?”

“When I went all funny. I heard Mom talkin’ to me.”

“You could hear that, huh, chook?” Sam asks, taking your other hand and you nod.

“You said I was going to be okay. What happened?” You frown, looking down at yourself. “Where’s my dino pjs?”

“They’re going in the wash, chook,” Sam says,” They…They got a bit dirty in the ambulance.”

“Ambulance?”

“Yes, the ambulance. Do you remember, chook? You…You had a pretty bad…episode, didn’t you?”

“My arms went all floppy and weird.”

“That’s right. That must have been scary, huh?”

You shake you head. “No, ‘cause I had Mom saying everything will be okay. Mom doesn’t lie about important things like that.”

Kristie smiles. It’s a weak smile though and Sam knows that a crying session is inevitable once this is all sorted out. Kristie can hold herself together for you. She has to be strong for you, her little girl that only kind of understands what has happened to her.

“The doctors are going to come in and have a look at you, alright?” Kristie runs a finger over your nose and you giggle a little bit, going cross eyed to track its slope downwards.

“Okay and then we go back home?”

“Maybe,” Sam says,” We’ll see what they say. They might want to keep you a bit later.”

It’s not unlike your other doctor appointments, when they put you in the big machine and did tests. The inside of your cheek is a little tender when you run your tongue along it and your arms are kind of bruised and weird looking. You think your head is a little achy too but you’ve got pillows behind it so you don’t really notice.

“And you think this is a one off?” Kristie says from outside your hospital room, glancing back inside as you and Sam watch another Land Before Time episode on her phone.

“It’s not uncommon for children with CAE to experience other types of seizures. They go away with age-“

“That’s what they said about the CAE but look at her! She’s in hospital. The meds…They’re meant to be helping-“

“Miss Mewis,” The doctor says,” I understand completely but these things do happen. She’s happy and healthy and we’ve got information leaflets to help parents get through this kind of thing. We recommend a follow up with her neurologist and GP just to be on the safe side but this is all normal. Plenty of people live with seizures every day.”

Kristie releases a noisy breath. “Right. Yes. How soon until we go home?”

“Tomorrow should be good. We can set up a bed for one of your to stay here with her overnight but this is all just precaution. As long as everything is a-okay tomorrow morning, we can get you all in your way.”

“Thank you,” Kristie says,” I’ll just go in and tell her.”

You look up as Kristie comes in, head tilting to the side and hair falling over your eyes. “Mommy?”

“I’m going to stay here with you tonight,” Kristie says, sitting on the bed with you,” And then tomorrow, we’re going to go home. Sound good?”

You think for a moment. “And then my dino pjs will get washed?”

“I’ll wash them tonight,” Sam promises you,” And I’ll make sure they’re all toasty warm for you when you get home tomorrow.”

“Okay,” You say,” We can stay here for the night.”

[newbiesquadgoals]

It's been a long time since I've been this shocked by woso news and I couldn't be happier. 🥺❤️

[wileys-russo]

lani please what is this outfit it’s like a mixture of steph, katie and sams fits combined 😭😭

[meazalykov]

after the storm is when the flowers bloom

lauren james x uswnt!reader

summary: you were proven wrong about her

warnings: "enemies" to lovers, angst, swearing, long chapter (4.7k words), happy ending of course

in 2022, the hum of wembley stadium rang in your ears, the cheers of over 70,000 fans vibrating through your chest. 

you could feel the weight of the moment—the united states women’s national team facing england in a friendly that felt anything but friendly due to many things. political history being one of them. 

this carried the intensity of a world cup match. 

you’d been playing as a defensive midfielder for years, your positioning and timing honed to perfection. you’ve been at gotham for a couple of years now, joining when covid stopped the world for a period of time. 

in the game against england, the 54th minute ticked onto the scoreboard, and england were pressing hard. their midfield was relentless, georgia stanway was orchestrating their attack with precision.

she was dangerous, but you knew her style. aggressive yet predictable. she wasn’t going to break through you easily. 

georgia picked up the ball and drove toward the edge of the box. you tracked her movements, your instincts kicking in. the moment her touch was slightly heavy, you seized the opportunity. you lunged forward, sliding into a perfectly timed tackle. 

the ball ricocheted off your boot, rolling cleanly toward lindsey, who was already pivoting to start the counterattack. 

at the same time, georgia crumpled to the ground, clutching her ankle as if you’d taken a crowbar to it. the crowd roared, some booing, some gasping. you stood up, your face a mix of frustration and disbelief. 

it was clean, you knew it was clean. you’d felt the ball, not her. 

the referee hesitated, her whistle hanging loosely in her hand. from the corner of your eye, you saw georgia writhing on the ground, her teammates gesturing angrily toward the official. 

“you’ve got to be kidding me,” you muttered under your breath. shaking your head, you turned to jog back to your position. 

that’s when it happened.

you barely had time to register the harsh push before you were airborne. a force like a freight train barreled into your back, sending you sprawling face-first onto the pitch. the impact knocked the wind out of you, your chest and elbows scraping against the rough grass. your head spun, your heart pounding as you lay there for a moment, stunned. 

“what the hell?” you thought, pushing yourself onto your elbows. your vision cleared, and standing above you was lauren james. she looked very nonchalant, as if she didn’t care about what she did. 

“what’s your problem?” lindsey’s voice sliced through the noise as the ref whistled for the game to pause. the blonde lyon player was sharp and furious. she stormed toward lauren, her usual calm completely shattered. 

“you can’t just shove someone like that!” 

trinity rodman wasn’t far behind, her fiery temper ignited due to seeing her bestfriend being shoved onto the cold grass. 

“are you out of your fucking mind? she didn’t even touch her for you to do all of that!” trinity’s voice was practically a roar, her hands gesturing wildly as she got in lauren’s face.

lauren didn’t back down. “whatever!” she tried to walk away, her voice low but venomous. 

you pushed yourself to your knees, still catching your breath. your elbows burned from the scrape, and your back ached from the impact of the shove. the adrenaline coursing through your veins made everything sharper—the noise of the crowd, the shouts of your teammates, the pounding of your heart. 

“she hit the ball, not georgia!” lindsey shot back, stepping closer to lauren. 

“don’t worry about her, she's just pissed because they’re having a bad game!” you suddenly heard alex whisper into your ear.

“enough!” leah, england’s captain, shoved her way into the chaos, trying to diffuse the situation. 

“back off! let the ref handle it!” 

the referee’s whistle pierced through the noise, sharp and commanding. she ran into the middle of the commotion, her arms outstretched as she tried to separate the players. 

you stayed on the ground for a moment longer, your mind racing. the shove wasn’t just aggressive; it was intentional. lauren had lashed out, and you couldn’t wrap your head around it. 

sure, the game was heated, but this was something else entirely. 

as you stood, trinity and lindsey turned their attention to you. “are you okay?” lindsey asked, her voice softer now, concern etched across her face. 

you nodded, brushing the grass off your navy blue kit. “i’m fine,” you muttered, though your back throbbed where you’d hit the ground. 

trinity wasn’t having it. “fine? she shoved you like a damn linebacker! you’re not just letting this go, right?” 

you glanced at lauren, who was still being held back by her teammates. she looked carelees, but beneath that, you saw something else. frustration. embarrassment, maybe. it clicked in your mind—she was lashing out because she was struggling. 

her touches had been off all game, her passes misdirected. england was losing, and she was frustrated. 

“drop it,” you said quietly, making a subtle hand signal to trinity. she frowned, clearly unhappy with your decision, but she stepped back. lindsey hesitated, her eyes searching yours, but eventually she relented too. 

you turned and walked away from the commotion, your focus shifting back to the game. the referee called for the match to resume, and you shook off the lingering frustration, burying it deep. there was no time to dwell. 

england were still pressing, and you had a job to do. 

the minutes ticked by, england growing more desperate with every passing second. they managed to pull one back in the 78th minute, but the united states held firm. the score sat at 4-2 as the clock hit 90 minutes, and the fourth official signaled five minutes of added time. 

in the 92nd minute, you found yourself in a pocket of space 35 yards from goal. the ball rolled toward you, and instinct took over. you didn’t think, you just struck it cleanly with the inside of your boot. the ball sailed through the air, curving just enough to beat the keeper’s outstretched hands and slam into the back of the net. 

the stadium erupted, the noise deafening as your teammates swarmed you. you jogged toward the corner, a grin spreading across your face. 

reaching the edge of the pitch, you threw your arms out in your signature shrug, a gesture so casual it almost felt out of place in the chaos of celebration. 

as you turned back toward midfield, you caught the cameras lingering on you, the commentators speculating. you could already imagine the headlines, the social media takes. they’d frame your celebration as a dig at lauren, a retaliation for the shove. they didn’t understand—it was just your thing. it wasn’t about her. it was never about her. 

still, as you lined up for the restart, you couldn’t help but glance at lauren. her expression was unreadable, her eyes fixed on the ground. you wondered if she saw it differently. wondered if she thought it was personal. but you pushed the thought away. 

the game was yours, and nothing could change that.

however, you were right about the media speculation. 

the morning after the game, your notifications were flooded with articles, tweets, and videos dissecting the moment between you and lauren. headlines framed the shove as a grudge match, with some going as far as painting you as a victim of lauren’s frustration. 

at first, you ignored it, thinking the talk would die down quickly, but it didn’t. 

what started as a niche topic among women’s soccer fans spread further. people who rarely followed woso casually chimed in, turning it into a viral talking point. microaggressive comments about lauren’s maturity and emotional control flooded the conversation. 

at first, you tried to rationalize it. you told yourself it wasn’t your problem, that you couldn’t control what people said online. as the vitriol against lauren escalated, it started to disgust you. you didn’t hate her—not even close. she was a competitor, and in the heat of the game, players sometimes did things they regretted. you understood that. 

later that night, as you tried to get some rest, your mind wouldn’t quiet. eventually, you drifted off, only to wake up around 2 a.m., your phone buzzing with yet another notification. this time, it was a text from lauren through instagram.

lj10: hey, i just wanted to say sorry for what happened in the game. i was frustrated with how we were playing and took it out on you. it wasn’t fair. i’ll do better with controlling my emotions.

you stared at the message for a moment, caught off guard. most players didn’t reach out like this, especially not after something so small in the grand scheme of things. 

you typed back quickly, not wanting to leave her hanging. 

y/n.l/n: thanks for saying that. i get it. tough games can bring out the worst in all of us. I appreciate the apology.

her response came almost instantly. 

lj10: still, it wasn’t okay. i respect you as a player, and i shouldn’t have let my frustration get the better of me.

you smiled faintly, shaking your head. “respect you as a player” sounded oddly formal, but it was clear she meant it. the conversation lingered for a bit, with her reiterating how sorry she was and you assuring her that you held no grudges. 

what surprised you, though, was that lauren kept texting you even after the apologies were over. her messages were lighthearted and casual—a meme about players pretending to be fine after getting tackled, a question about how you stayed so composed on the pitch, even a random message asking if you liked english things. 

you replied when you could, but life got busy. the club season with gotham was in full swing, and between training, games, and travel, you barely had time to check your personal messages. 

still, you and lauren both issued public apologies, hoping to calm the online storm. hers was gracious, taking full responsibility for her actions, and yours was a simple statement reminding everyone that these things happen in the heat of the moment. 

for a while, it seemed like that was the end of it. then, in the middle of the 2023 season, things with gotham started to fall apart. your contract was nearing its end, and negotiations for a renewal weren’t going well. 

promises had been made about the direction of the club, but none of them had been kept. it became clear that staying wasn’t an option. 

chelsea were one of the first clubs to reach out. their offer was incredible—competitive wages, a clear vision for your role on the team, and the chance to play alongside some of the best players in the world. you couldn’t say no. 

when you arrived at chelsea’s training center for your first day of training, the nerves hit you hard. the new colors on your training gear felt surreal, and the sight of players you’d admired for years made your stomach flutter. 

among them was lauren. 

she was standing off to the side, tying her cleats, but her gaze flicked to you the moment you stepped onto the pitch. her posture stiffened slightly, and she gave you a small, hesitant smile. it was the first time you’d seen her in person since that infamous game. 

you smiled back, unsure of what to say. the entire situation felt oddly surreal, and you weren’t sure if she was as nervous as you were or if you were just imagining things. 

“hey hey heyyyy,” a familiar voice pulled you out of your thoughts. mia jogged over, her face lighting up with a grin. 

“finally! another american on the team besides cat. i thought i was gonna have to keep the whole country on my back.” 

you laughed, grateful for her presence. mia was someone you knew from the national team, and her easygoing nature was exactly what you needed to calm your nerves. 

training was intense, the pace faster than what you were used to, but you managed to hold your own. still, you stuck close to mia and occasionally sam kerr, who you’d met through her fiancée, kristie. 

it wasn’t that you didn’t want to get to know the others, but your nerves were still getting the better of you. 

during a water break, lauren approached you cautiously. she held her water bottle in one hand, her other fidgeting with the hem of her training shirt. 

“hey,” she said quietly, her voice barely audible over the chatter around you. 

“hey,” you replied, giving her a small smile. 

she hesitated, then added, “it’s, um, good to see you here. i mean, on the team.” 

“thanks,” you said, unsure of how to navigate the conversation. “it’s… good to be here.” 

an awkward silence hung between you for a moment before she nodded and walked away, leaving you to wonder if the tension was real or just in your head. 

over the next few weeks, you settled into life at chelsea. the team was welcoming, the facilities top-notch, and the football was everything you’d hoped for. lauren, however, remained somewhat distant. 

she wasn’t unfriendly, but she wasn’t as chatty as she’d been over text either. 

one day after training, as you were packing up your things, she approached you again. this time, she seemed more confident. 

“i’ve been meaning to ask,” she said, her tone casual, “are you as good at fifa as you are on the pitch? because some of the girls want to start a tournament, and i’m not going easy on you just because you’re new.” 

you raised an eyebrow, smirking. “you don’t go easy on anyone, do you?” 

she laughed, the sound light and genuine. “not really. but it keeps things interesting.” 

“i’ll take you on,” you said, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “but don’t throw a fit when i win.” 

“we’ll see about that,” she shot back, her confidence shining through for the first time since you’d joined. 

overtime, beneath the surface, something about lauren james’s attention to you began to feel... different. at first, you thought it was just her being friendly. she was always the first to help you out during training, pairing up with you for drills before anyone else could. 

she’d linger near you during team bonding moments at the bar, her gaze sometimes lingering a beat too long. 

you’d catch her watching you during warm-ups or across the locker room, her expression unreadable. at first, you brushed it off as coincidence. but then there were the small things—her eagerness to volunteer when you needed something, her insistence on being your partner during tactical sessions, her quick smile whenever your eyes met.

you did not  hate it, in fact, you looked towards her a lot to see if she was watching what you were doing. 

the moment everything shifted for you came when your car broke down, leaving you stranded. you showed up at training that day after catching a ride with mia, lamenting to your teammates in the locker room about how inconvenient it was. 

“you don’t have a car?” lauren asked, her tone casual, though her eyes flickered with something you couldn’t quite place. 

“not until it gets out of the shop,” you said, pulling your navy colored boots on. 

“hopefully, it’s just a day or two.” 

“i can pick you up,” she offered quickly, her voice steady but almost too quick. “and drop you off. it’s no trouble.” 

“really? i don’t want to bother you.” you hesitated, glancing around at the others. 

“cat already said she could do it.”

“yeah, i can,” catarina added, leaning back in her seat. 

“you’re literally on the way to here for me.”

lauren shrugged, a hint of a smirk on her lips. 

“i’m closer. plus, i don’t mind. i need the extra excuse to get out of bed early anyway.”

you raised an eyebrow. 

“an excuse? what am i, your alarm clock?” 

“something like that,” she said lightly, and though her words were playful, her eyes stayed on you, searching. 

you finally relented, smiling. 

“okay, if you’re sure. just don’t oversleep and leave me stranded.”

“promise,” she said, grinning, and you could feel the attention of the room shift as sam kerr’s sharp eyes flicked between you and lauren.

it didn’t take long for sam to figure things out. during another training session a few days later, she pulled lauren aside, her expression tinged with amusement.

“so,” sam began, her australian accent playful, 

“you’ve got a little crush, don’t you?”

lauren’s face reddened instantly. 

“what are you talking about?”

“oh, come on.” sam rolled her eyes. 

“you’re not exactly subtle. always volunteering to help y/n, staring at her during drills while moisturizing your lips. i’ve seen it.”

lauren sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. 

“fine. yeah, i think she’s… i mean, she’s gorgeous, sam. how couldn’t i?”

sam’s grin widened. “well, no one’s arguing that. but seriously, what’s stopping you? she doesn’t seem like she’s holding a grudge or anything.”

“the friendly,” lauren muttered, her gaze dropping to the ground. 

“i shoved her. it was stupid, and she probably remembers.”

“laur,” sam said gently, “she’s not holding onto that. my kristie was on the pitch that day, and even she said y/n let it go. you should too.”

you, meanwhile, were grappling with feelings you didn’t fully understand. after a few weeks of lauren driving you to and from training, you noticed something had shifted within you. 

it wasn’t just her kindness or her easy humor—it was the way you missed her when she wasn’t around. even after she dropped you off, you’d find yourself wanting to text her, to hear her voice again. 

one night, you couldn’t keep it to yourself any longer. you called catarina, needing her perspective. 

“so, what’s going on?” cat asked after you’d explained everything. 

you hesitated, chewing on your lip. “i don’t know. i just… i feel like i want to be around her all the time. it’s weird.”

cat laughed softly. “that doesn’t sound weird. that sounds like a crush.”

“no,” you said quickly, shaking your head even though she couldn’t see you. “it’s not that. i mean, it can’t be. i just saw her a few hours ago, and—” you sighed, cutting yourself off. 

“i miss her.”

“y/n.” her tone was teasing now, but there was an underlying fondness. 

“that’s literally the definition of a crush.”

you groaned. “don’t tell her. if you tell her, i swear you’ll regret it.”

“i won’t say anything,” cat promised, though you could hear her smirk through the phone. 

“but you should think about why you’re so scared of her knowing.”

the next day, chelsea faced arsenal in a tense league match. the score was locked at 1-1 late in the second half when your team won a corner kick. the atmosphere in the stadium was high, the fans roaring as lauren positioned herself to take the kick. 

you stood near the penalty spot, ready to make your move. 

lauren raised her hand, signaling the play. her brown eyes flicked toward you briefly before she delivered the ball with pinpoint accuracy. 

you surged forward, timing your jump perfectly. the header was clean, the ball soaring past arsenal’s goalkeeper and into the back of the net. 

the stadium erupted in cheers, your teammates rushing to you in celebration. the energy was overwhelming, the roar of the crowd and the adrenaline coursing through your veins making everything feel surreal. 

amid the chaos, lauren was the last to reach you. as your teammates peeled away, she stepped closer, her arms wrapping around you in a hug that felt… different. 

the english woman’s strong hands rested lightly on your waist, her grip firm but gentle. 

“great header,” she murmured in your ear, her voice barely audible over the noise. 

“perfect cross,” you replied, your breath catching as you realized how close she was. 

the moment stretched longer than it should have, the world fading around you as the two of you lingered in the embrace. your heart pounded, the realization hitting you like a freight train. 

whatever this was between you and lauren, it wasn’t just in your head. 

after the game and the post-match interviews were done, the adrenaline was fading, and all you wanted was a hot shower and some quiet. 

before you could even step into the tunnel, sam pulled you aside, her expression unreadable, though there was a mischievous glint in her eye.

“so,” she started, crossing her arms as she leaned casually against the wall, “what was that?”

you blinked at her, confused. “what was what?”

“don’t play dumb,” she said, her lips curling into a smirk. “that moment between you and lauren after the goal. everyone saw it.”

heat rushed to your face as you quickly shook your head. “it was nothing,” you said, trying to sound convincing. 

“just teammates celebrating a goal.”

sam raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with your answer. “uh-huh. you’re really gonna stick with that?”

“because it’s the truth,” you replied, avoiding her gaze.

“right.” she dragged out the word, clearly not believing you. 

“you’re coming to my place after this. kristie and i are gonna have a little chat with you.”

you frowned, trying to protest. “sam, it’s not—”

“don’t care,” she interrupted, her tone cheerful but firm. “see you there.”

you couldn’t wiggle your way out of it. after a quick post-match meeting with the team, you found yourself standing in sam and kristie’s living room. kristie had just finished setting out a plate of snacks, and sam was already sitting cross-legged on the couch, her arms folded as she watched you like a hawk.

“all right,” kristie said, sitting down beside sam. “let’s hear it.”

“hear what?” you asked, feigning ignorance.

“don’t play dumb,” sam said, echoing her earlier words. 

“we’re talking about you and lauren. what’s going on?”

you sighed, sitting down in the armchair across from them. 

“nothing’s going on. i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

kristie tilted her head, her expression soft but probing. 

“y/n, come on. we’re not blind. everyone has seen how you two look at each other.”

“and that hug after the goal,” sam added. 

“i’m pretty sure the crowd thought you were about to propose to eachother.”

“it’s not like that,” you said, shaking your head. 

“i just… i don’t know. it feels too early to think about it like that.”

sam snorted. “too early? the first time you seriously talked to lauren was what, a year ago?”

the words hit you like a ton of bricks. “wait, that friendly was… a year ago?” 

“yep,” kristie confirmed. 

“almost to the day. so, don’t tell us it’s too early.”

“fine,” you muttered, slumping back in your seat. 

“but what if i’m reading this wrong? what if she’s just being friendly?”

sam let out a dramatic groan. 

“you’re not reading it wrong, y/n. trust me. your feelings are not one-sided.”

you opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, your phone buzzed in your pocket. pulling it out, you saw lauren’s name flash on the screen. your heart skipped a beat.

“well, speak of the devil,” sam teased. 

“go on, answer it.”

“i—okay,” you stammered, getting up and retreating to the bathroom for some privacy. 

closing the door behind you, you took a deep breath before answering. 

“hey, lauren.”

“hey,” she said, her voice warm but slightly nervous. 

“i just wanted to ask– uh, are you free later?”

“yeah, i should be. why?” 

“there’s this italian place in the city i thought we could go to,” she said. 

“if you’re up for it. i heard it’s really good.”

your stomach flipped. it was one of your favorite spots in london, though you’d never mentioned that to her. 

“yeah, i’d love to. what time?”

“seven? i can pick you up if you want.”

“sure, that works.”

“great,” she said, and you could hear the smile in her voice. 

“see you then.”

after hanging up, you stayed in the bathroom for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. when you finally emerged, sam and kristie were waiting expectantly.

“well?” sam prompted.

“she invited me to dinner,” you said, sitting back down. 

“at my favorite italian place.”

“your favorite?” kristie asked, eyebrows raising. 

“did you tell her that?”

you shook your head. 

“no, never. do you think… did you say something, sam?”

sam held her hands up defensively. “wasn’t me. maybe cat or mia?”

“maybe,” you muttered, though the thought made your chest tighten in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

“so,” kristie said, leaning forward, 

“you’re gonna tell her how you feel, right?”

you hesitated. “i don’t know. what if it’s too soon?”

“if you don’t tell her tonight,” sam interjected, her tone playful but firm, “i will tell her at training tomorrow morning.”

you groaned, running a hand down your face. “fine. but if this blows up in my face, i’m blaming you both.”

kristie smiled, her expression softening. “it won’t blow up. trust me.”

“just be honest,” sam added. “she likes you, y/n. you’ll see.”

at 6:55, lauren pulled up outside your apartment, her car idling as you stepped out the door wearing one of your favorite casual outfits. the drive to the restaurant was surprisingly easy, the conversation flowing naturally as you talked about the morning game against arsenal. 

by the time you arrived, the tension you’d felt earlier had mostly dissipated.

the restaurant was cozy, with dim lighting and the warm scent of garlic and fresh bread wafting through the air. lauren held the door open for you, her hand lingering on the small of your back as you stepped inside. 

the gesture sent a shiver down your spine.

“this place is amazing,” lauren said as you were seated. 

“i’ve heard so many good things about it.”

“yeah, it’s one of my favorites,” you admitted, smiling. 

the meal was perfect—delicious food, easy conversation, and the kind of laughter that made your cheeks ache. lauren was more relaxed than you’d ever seen her, her usual shyness replaced by a quiet confidence that made you feel at ease.

as the night wore on, though, the weight of what sam and kristie had said lingered in the back of your mind. you kept waiting for the right moment to bring it up, but every time, the words caught in your throat.

finally, as dessert arrived, lauren broke the comfortable silence. 

“can i ask you something?”

your heart skipped a beat. “of course.”

instead of speaking right away, lauren reached across the table, her fingers brushing against yours before gently taking your hand in hers. her touch was warm, her grip firm but careful, as though she was afraid you might pull away. 

your breath caught in your throat as she softly ran her thumb over the back of your hand, the gesture so intimate it made your cheeks burn. 

you glanced down, feeling a sudden wave of shyness, but you didn’t pull your hand away.

your breath caught. 

“after your goal earlier, did you feel something in that moment between us?”

“i… yeah, i did,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. 

she smiled, a soft, almost shy expression that made your chest ache. 

“good. because i’ve been meaning to tell you something.”

you leaned forward slightly, your pulse racing as she kept a light grip on your hands. 

“what is it?”

she hesitated for a moment, “i like you, y/n. i have for a while now. and i know things didn’t start off great between us, but… i really like being around you.”

her words hung in the air, your mind racing as you tried to process them. “lauren, i—” you paused, taking a deep breath. 

“i like you too. i’ve been trying to figure out what to say, but… i just didn’t want to ruin anything.”

lauren’s bright smile widened, and she gave a light squeeze to your hand. 

“you’re not ruining anything. trust me.”

“good, because i’ve wanted to be your girlfriend for a while now.” you boldly admited. 

“oh really?” lauren smirked, teasing you as she gave a light kiss on your knuckles. 

“yes, really.” 

“so, am i your girlfriend now?” lauren teases. 

“yes, am I yours?” 

“you are, my sweetheart.” 

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sam mewis emily sonnett fans everywhere love and appreciate you so much!

[melodiousoblivionao3]

For all the talk about Sonny fighting I think preventing Kristie from fighting half the Colombian team is up there with the hottest thing she’s done. Something about the hand on the chest and the “absolutely not” attitude.

The Kronnett girlies were on one with that.

That whole sequence of events was insane. First of all, HATCHY started that shit! And then you had Kelley have to come in to grab Trinity because she was looking like she may be about to start something, and Kristie was still in the middle DEFINITELY about to start something so then Sonnett had to grab her and get her about as far away as humanly possible while Mal looks at the situation and just says ‘fuck this’ and walks away. As a treat there were also the incredible reactions of Howell, Horan, and Rose on the bench. Heritage.

[aus-wnt]

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Kristie versus the wind