#rush 2008 | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

pitchsidestories · 4 months ago

Text

The Little Lioness II Keira Walsh x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | word count: 2008

summary: Keira steps in as a stepmother for Reader's child. requested

author's note: Hey everyone, we had a great time writing this oneshot, and we hope you enjoy reading it. As always, your feedback is very appreciated ! 💗

disclaimer: everything in this fanfiction is purely fictional and nothing corresponds to reality.

You knew it was a good idea. You and Keira had been on a few dates already and it went extremely well between the two of you. So, it was only reasonable that it was time for Keira to finally meet your daughter from your previous relationship.

Still, the thought made you a bit nervous. For the past two years, it had only been you and her. And even though she said she was thrilled to meet Keira, you weren’t fully convinced that your toddler had understood what that meant for your family.

But Keira didn’t have to know. So, you kept a polite smile on your lips when you opened the door to your flat and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.

“Lou’s so excited to meet you, Kei.”

“I can’t wait to meet her either.”, she said, her own smile a bit wobbly. For some reason, seeing Keira being nervous too, calmed you a bit.

You asked her in and called for your daughter: “Lou, we have a visitor.”

You heard her close the picture book she was reading with force and jump up from the sofa. She came running within seconds, her eyes wide with curiosity.

They even turned a bit rounder when she laid eyes on Keira. Her mouth dropped open in a small o-shape.

“A lioness…”, she whispered quietly to herself.

“Hi, uhm… I’m Keira.”, the football player waved awkwardly, clearly surprised by her reaction.

Lou nodded happily: “I know, mum talks a lot about you.”

You felt the blood rush into your cheeks instantly: “I promise it’s actually a normal amount.”

Keira grinned at you with raised eyebrows before turning back to your daughter: “Well… she talks a lot about you too.”

This time you couldn’t deny it. “I do.”, you admitted.

“Really?”, Lou asked, still not tearing her gaze away from Keira.

The football player nodded, seemingly becoming more confident around your child.

“Yes, like how you love football training with your friends and that you love to draw in your free time.”, she told her.

“Oh.”, was all Lou could say. Her facial expression was somewhere between impressed and overwhelmed, but you were convinced that she liked getting Keira’s attention.

As if Keira could read your mind, she smiled at your daughter: “We can play some football later. Only if you want to of course.”

Without missing a beat, Lous entire face lit up and she bridged the gap to Keira to hug her. Lou was only tall enough to wrap her arms around Keira's thighs, which made for a funny picture. You chuckled quietly.

“Of course I want.”, your toddler nodded enthusiastically.

With a reassuring smile, you whispered in your girlfriend’s ear: “You’re doing great.”

“Thanks,” Keira muttered gratefully, a shy grin appearing on her lips.

When you noticed your daughter already on her way to grab her little football boots, you reminded her: “But we’ll have dinner first before playing football.”

“Ugh, Mum,” Lou groaned, clearly annoyed.

You looked at her apologetically. “Sorry.”

After dinner, Keira and Lou were in their element, passing the ball back and forth and cheering when the ball landed in the small goal. You couldn’t help but admire the beauty of the moment.

Normally, you were the one taking photos at women’s football matches, capturing everyone in a good light. But this time, they encouraged you to play with them, which was a fun change of pace.

Time flew by as the three of you had fun together. By sunset, when Lou started to get tired, you all headed back home.

To both your and Keira's surprise, Lou, now ready for bed, asked, “Mum, can Keira bring me to bed tonight?”

“Sure, love,” you replied, her question warming your heart.

The midfielder turned to you nervously. “What do I have to do?”

On the pitch, she knew exactly what to do, organizing and dictating the play for both her team and the opposition. However, when it came to putting a young girl to bed, she had no experience.

“Usually, she just reads from her picture book,” you explained, giving her an encouraging squeeze on the shoulder.

The footballer stepped into the child’s room and was immediately charmed by the way it was decorated. In the centre of the room stood a bed that looked like a tent, softly illuminated by a string of lights.

As Keira and your daughter settled in, the midfielder noticed the starry mobile hanging above their heads. This is magical, she thought to herself, feeling a sense of wonder. The cozy atmosphere calmed her as she began reading aloud from the picture book.

Amazed, Lou glanced at Keira. “I love your hair.”

“You do? I didn’t straighten it today,” the older woman said, flustered by the attention. She ran her fingers through her curly hair, trying to regain her composure.

“It looks a bit like mine,” your daughter realised in awe.

Your girlfriend confirmed with a smirk, “Yes, it does.”

“That’s so cool,” Lou yawned, a happy expression spreading across her little face.

“Yeah, I think so too.”

Smiling fondly at her, Keira tucked your daughter in before quietly closing the door behind her as she left the room.

Watching your girlfriend walk toward you, looking tired but content, you questioned, delighted: “Worked well, huh?”

“Very, she was asleep in no time.”, Keira nodded, a slight hint of pride in her voice.

You winked at her: “Must have been the football session earlier.”

“Maybe.”

You considered Keira for a moment and took a step closer to her, quietly changing the topic: “Do you want to stay here tonight?”

You would fully understand if she said no, if it was too much already. So you weren’t too surprised when her eyebrows knotted together, forming a little crease.

“Is that okay? For her too?”, she asked.

You blinked at your girlfriend, speechless. You hadn’t expected such a thoughtful answer at all.

“Yes, we talked about it earlier and she said it would be okay for her.”, you finally replied, suppressing the overwhelming urge to kiss Keira right there.

She smiled, nodding slowly: “Okay then, I would like to stay.”

You pressed a quick kiss to her lips and led her to the bedroom.

As it turned out, your initial anxiety had been unfounded. Lou had embraced Keiras presence in your life and the two quickly became inseparable. Watching those two together, your heart always did a little happy jump. You could have never imagined that it would be that easy.

Lou had a deep admiration for Keiras football skills too. So when Keira surprised the two of you with tickets to the England vs. Spain game at Wembley, and even asked Lou to be her mascot for the game, your daughter was completely smitten.

While you took your seat among the 46,550 fans in the stadium, Lou was excitedly bouncing next to Keira in the players tunnel. With a quick grasp of her hand, she had Keira's full attention: “Mum?”

Keiras had snapped towards the little girl: “Mum? I’m Keira. Your mum is waiting for you outside.”

Lous little face shifted into a frown: “Should I call you mami then?”

Keiras eyes widened: “What? Wait, are you calling me your mum?”

“Yes.”, Lou nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Not only Keira was surprised. Her England teammates turned towards the pair, holding their breaths.

“Wow, that’s big.”, Leah mouthed in awe.

In contrast to her, Lucy covered her mouth with a fist in order to stifle her laughter as she watched Keira struggle for words.

“I uhm… I think I like mum.”, she stammered.

Lou seemed satisfied with the answer and gave a court nod: “Me too.”

Keira cleared her throat, pointing towards the field: “Ready to go out?”

"Ready," the little girl beamed at her.

An amused grin tugged at Lucy’s lips as she tapped the midfielder’s shoulder. “Hey, Kei, that kid’s amazing.”

“Yeah, she is,” your girlfriend agreed, a warm smile lighting up her face as she gazed affectionately at her special mascot for the night.

The football player tried to see the world through your child’s eyes��the dazzling fireworks, the pitch bathed in floodlights, and the grandeur of the stadium.

A few minutes later, the national hymns were sung, and each team gathered in a circle. Leah slipped into her captain mode, clapping her hands with energy. “Let’s beat Spain, girls. Lou, you’d love that, right?”

"Yes, go Kei!" she shouted, her voice bubbling with excitement.

Quickly, Keira knelt down, taking Lou’s hand and nodding toward your direction. "Run back to Mum, okay? I’ll meet you after the game."

"Okay, good luck," Lou replied, squeezing her hand one last time before darting straight into your open arms.

A wide smile spread across your daughter’s face as she bounced up and down, practically vibrating with excitement. "Mum! Did you see us?"

"Yes, did you enjoy it, Lou?" you asked, feeling her joy rub off on you. Without missing a beat, she began to rave, "I loved it! Keira is so cool."

"She is," you agreed, pausing before quietly confessing, "I love her." Exhilarated, Lou added, "And she said she’ll be my mum too."

"Really? That’s sweet," you replied, your voice thick with emotion as you tried to hold back happy tears. You realized, in that moment, that you hadn’t just found a girlfriend, but also a second mum for your beloved daughter.

The match continued with intensity. Suddenly, Lou jumped out of her seat, raising her arms in celebration. "A goal from Jess!"

"That’s great," you told her, sharing her enthusiasm.

After the match, the two of you made your way down to the pitch to meet Keira and her teammates.

Unlike the midfielder, Lou wasn’t shy around adults. She approached one of the defenders with wide, animated gestures. "Lucy! Did you see the blackouts?!"

"Yeah, weird, right? Were you scared?" Lucy raised an eyebrow playfully.

"A bit," Lou admitted, trying to appear casual in front of the older woman. "But when everyone turned on their smartphone lights, that was beautiful."

"Yeah, that was pretty amazing," the defender agreed with a smile.

"Oh, yes.”, the small girl continued, nodding enthusiastically.

While Lou made a new friend, Keira wrapped her arms around you and pulled you in for a celebratory hug. With your chin resting on her shoulder you paused, taking it all in.

“Wow, you hug her but not me, Kei?”, a familiar voice interrupted.

You looked up to see your girlfriends captain grinning at her.

Keira let go of you and rolled her eyes: “Why would I hug you?”

“Yeah, okay, fine. Lovers first.”, Leah winked , her smirk only making your girlfriend groan in annoyance.

“Leah, we’ve been in camp together the whole time.”, she said plainly, letting her best friend subtly know that she had seen enough of her.

The defender continued to tease her: “Yeah, and I know you missed her and Lou terribly.”

“Is that true?”, you asked, turning to Keira.

Her cheeks reddened slightly: “I mean…”

A soft smile tugged on your lips: “It’s okay, we missed you too.”

You pressed a quick kiss to the corner of her mouth, completely unaware that Lou had appeared on your side, tugging on Keiras hand.

“Keira, when are you coming home again?”, she asked, her voice quiet but hopeful.

“Very soon. It was our last game of this camp.”, your girlfriend explained, stroking your daughters hair.

“Great.”, she smiled, seemingly happy with her answer.

“So probably around dinner time tomorrow.”

Lous eyes went big: “Promise?”

“Promise.”, Keira nodded gently.

She scooped Lou up with ease, carrying her across the grass while they both waved to the fans that remained in the stadium. You heart felt like it was about to jump out of your chest.

In this moment, surrounded by the echoes of celebrating fans, you realised that after all the time spent alone with Lou, you never imagined someone could complete your little family the way Keira did.

image sources: pinterest

506 notes · View notes

spencereidluver · 1 year ago

Text

L is for Lover Boy

december 14, 2008

summary: After you have to drive back to your apartment for the third time in two days to get stuff, Spencer clears out two drawers in his dresser for you while you're gone and can't wait to show you.

word count: 2.6k

warnings: just lots of fluff and spence being a good bf

“No, don’t go,” Spencer says as he gently claws at your hips trying to pull you back into him. You were cuddled up with him on the sofa in his living room watching some documentary he’d put on. This was your third day at Spencer’s house, having come over Friday after work and spending the night, then being begged not to leave, so after paying a quick visit to your home in order to get a toothbrush, clothes, and anything else your heart desired, you returned to Spencer’s apartment for a second night.

“Spencer, baby, I have to,” you try to pry his hands from your hips, though he is a lot stronger than he looks. He gets a hold of you, pulling you onto his lap. He starts to tickle your ribs, making you hunch over him. You try to push his hands away, but ultimately fail as you yell his name between giggles.

“Stay and I’ll stop,” he smiles into your neck.

“One more night,” you say and grab his wrists in order to calm his movements. “But I have to go home and get work clothes, so let me go.”

He pouts, but obliges. It’s so hard to tell such a sweet boy no, plus falling asleep in his arms every night is something you could see yourself getting used to.

“Fine, but hurry. I want to cuddle,” he sighs.

You lean down, planting a kiss on his forehead and fluffing his hair with your fingers. “I love you, Spencie,” you say. “I love you.”

You trudge to the door of his apartment, slipping your shoes and coat on and grabbing your keys. “I’ll be back,” you call out to Spencer before you exit the apartment and make your way to the stairs and out to your car.

_____

At your apartment, you grabbed the one clean work outfit you still had and tossed it over your shoulder. You’d been at Spencer’s place so much recently you hadn’t done laundry in weeks. He was gonna be sad when you broke the news that tonight was the last night. For now anyways. You loved staying with Spencer… The only issue was all your stuff was at your house.

You studied the walls of your apartment. How was it that a place you’d been so comfortable in for so long had become barren? How was it that Spencer’s presence is truly what made you feel at home? You neared the entryway of your unit, letting your fingers track on the surface of the wooden table to the side of the door. You brought your hand up to your eye level: Dust. Your apartment had sat empty for so long that even the most communal surfaces had become neglected. Normally you’d stop to wipe the dust clean, but right now, all that was filling your consciousness was returning to Spencer. You grabbed the pack of gum off the dust-covered table and clenched your keys in your fist. You rush out the door of your apartment and head straight for the elevator.

_____

You’re practically tripping over your own feet as you rush back into Spencer’s apartment complex. You take the stairs as you don’t see waiting on the elevator as time efficient since you’re only going up to the second floor. As you approach his unit, you slow your steps, careful not to alarm any of the tenets. You reach his door, shuffling the items in your hands in order to knock. Two hits of your fist on the wood and the golden number “twenty-three” is replaced by a smiling Spencer Reid.

“Hey Spence,” you say, handing over the bag in your arms as he’d grabbed the strap, signaling he wanted to take it from you. He was always chivalrous: opening doors, wrapping you in his sweaters, buying you flowers, and this was another example of such. He always carried your bag for you, even if he had his own. If there was anything Spencer could do to make your day the slightest bit simpler, he was jumping to it. His world revolved around making you happy. And he did a damn good job of it.

“Hi, how was your apartment?” He asked as he stepped aside so you could enter his. He followed you, shutting the door and turning the lock behind him.

“It was alright,” you said. “Just how I left it.” You watched as he placed your bag gently on the counter. He was always extremely gentle with your things, even if he didn’t need to be. He cared as much for your things as he did for you, and treated all things, great or small, as if they were as delicate as his love for you.

“That’s good, I’m glad no one had intruded in your absence.” He turned his attention away from the direction of the counter and toward you. His eyes focused on your face, studying you. “Hey, I want to show you something,” he said as he brought his hand up to meet your waist. He pulled you into a hug, letting his hands linger on you after you’d pulled back. He stared at you for a moment before pulling you back into him, his lips crashing into yours. The kiss was rough- like getting hit by a bus. A very pleasant bus, but a bus nonetheless. His hands gripped on your waist, surely leaving marks, as his lips moved feverishly into yours.

You giggled into his kiss, pushing him away gently by his chest. He gives a small pout which makes you feel a bit bad, so you lean to give him one last small peck. He smiles.

“Sorry,” he says, his cheeks forming a light blush, “I just love you.” His hands fall from your waist. He shuffles to the front of you, grabbing your hand and pulling you behind him as he leads you to his bedroom.

“I love you, Spence,” you say while trailing behind him. “So much. Now, what are you showing me?” He drops your hand as you enter his room, moving it to the small of your back and giving you a slight shove in the direction of one of his closet.

Spencer’s closet was a small room jutting out of the wall adjacent to the door. In it was a six drawer chest, a floor mirror, and a horizontal rod that harbored his polo shirts, sweaters, and suit jackets. In front of the mirror sat his three pairs of shoes- his black converse, his brown leather dress shoes, and his black suede dress shoes. Typically, his converse were just thrown in front, as they were his most common choice and he didn’t see the effort to put them back nicely every single time was worth it. You took notice of the fact that they were set up nicely like the two pairs of dress shoes, him even having tied them to make it more visually appealing. You also noticed the knickknacks he had atop his dresser had been rearranged, and some books had been relocated from somewhere.

“You cleaned your closet!” you said, reaching out to fondle the Curta calculator that was placed on the edge of the dresser.

“I did,” he responded, still having ahold of your back. “Open the bottom drawers.”

You were a bit confused. Why was he giving you a closet tour? What could possibly be so intriguing about the contents of these drawers that he had to give you the rundown? You obliged nonetheless, partially because you were curious, but mostly because you could sense his excitement and knew this was a big thing for him.

Leaning down to grab the parallel knobs on the very bottom drawer, you braced for something slightly heavy, a wooden drawer filled with clothing, but were taken aback when the drawer practically flew open. It was empty. You were confused. Was he getting a head start on spring cleaning? Maybe you just opened the wrong drawer. You silently opened the next drawer up, it being empty as well.

You stood and faced Spencer who had a big goofy grin on his face. You furrowed your brows at him, softening your voice to say, “I’m confused.”

“It's for you,” he said, still with his dorky smile. “I just thought, since you’ve been staying here so often, and I really hate to have you traveling to and from your apartment for five minutes every other day, maybe you could store some of your clothes and things here.”

“Spencer, I-”

You must’ve had a passive tone because his smile faded as the words fell out your mouth.

“I-if you don’t want to then I understand, I know we really just started dating and rushing things is statistically bad for relationships, and I’m n-not saying you should move in with me, I just-”

“Spencer,” you interrupted him, desperate to save him from his pointless embarrassment. His eyes are wide as he looks down at you, almost as if he’s pleading. “Spence, this is so sweet,” you say, “it’s perfect.”

His smile, though more calm this time, returns. “Really?” he asks.

“Really. Such a good idea too.” You ruffle his hair. “I love you.”

His smile widens, his eyes squinting from the contortion of his cheeks.

He can barely spit out an “I love you too,” before his expression changes to one of remembrance.

“Oh!” he exclaims, “I also took my books out of this nightstand, you can put stuff in there too.” He gestured to the nightstand on the closet side- the right side- your side- of the bed.

‘That’s where those books on the dresser came from,’ you thought to yourself. You glance at the bed, noticing that he’d not only done your laundry, but also folded your clothes and separated them by outfits for you.

“Wow,” you say as your hand grazes the fabric of the folded clothing, “you really didn’t have to do all this, Spencer.”

“I know,” he said, “but I wanted to.” He picks up one of the stacks of your clothing off the bed and carries it the few steps to the closet. “You want to go ahead and put these in here?” He gestures toward the dresser.

“Sure, these can be my ‘Spencer’ clothes!”

He giggles at your little pun. That was something you loved about Spencer; no matter how bad a joke you made was, he always laughed. Maybe he was just being nice, but it made you feel good, so you weren’t complaining.

_____

You awoke before Spencer for the first time since you’ve been staying over.

‘Doing all that rearranging last night must’ve really knocked him out,’ you thought.

You lied still in his embrace, careful not to move a muscle. He was lying on his back, left arm tucked underneath you, right draped across your waist. You lied on your stomach, left leg wrapped around his hips, the other down parallel to his. Your head rested on his chest allowing you to hear every breath taken by him. You were worried if you moved even a tiny bit it would stir him awake and this would end. You were far too comfortable in his arms and with your thoughts to do such a thing.

Unintentionally, you found yourself matching his breathing patterns. You found yourself unintentionally matching a lot of Spencer’s mannerisms as of recently. Granted, you spent almost all your time with him, but you could never have ‘too much’ Spencer Reid. You thought about what he said last night: “I know we really just started dating.” While technically he was correct, it had only been three months since your first date, and a little over two since you guys had become official, it felt like a lifetime with him. Maybe this was because you were just as close before, the only difference now being that you kiss. Sometimes you have to remind yourself this is his first relationship. You’d be lying if you didn’t say you were weary to begin the relationship at first, though now you’re more than happy you did. Spencer has been the best decision of your life. Turning him from your nerdy best friend to the love of your life has been the best decision. He was perfect.

Spencer stirred beneath you, rolling over and burying his face in the crook of your neck. You reached your hand up, tangling it in his hair, and gently ran your nails through his scalp. He brought his knees up toward his chest, now lying in a loose fetal position with his legs tucked into the gap yours left. He was like a baby. Your baby.

You could hear his breath getting caught in his throat as his body fought to stay asleep.

“Hey,” you whispered softly into his ear as you let your hand trace down his hairline to cup his jaw. He gave you a small groan in response, being awake but not yet conscious.

“Spence baby,” you hummed. You tilted his face up toward you while rubbing your thumb back and forth on his sharp jawline. You pressed several small kisses on his forehead. From the way he was leaning into you, it was obvious he was awake. You looked down at him, his eyes still shut.

“G’morning,” Spencer mumbled as his eyes fluttered open and met yours.

“How’d you sleep?” You brushed a stray piece of hair from in front of his eyes.

“Pretty good. I uh, I had a dream about you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. We were just reading. You know, actually they say when you dream of your partner it means you’re wanting to spend more time with them, which is strange because aside from when you went home for an hour last night we’ve been together for the past 56 hours with no cases as a distraction. That’s the longest time we’ve been together.”

Only Spencer could wake up and immediately start sharing facts.

“Maybe it means you enjoyed the last 56 hours and wish for them to continue, rather than for them to come into existence since they already have.”

He smiles at you, in awe. “That- that’s a really good point.” “You’re not the only smart one, Dr. Reid.” You boop his nose to acknowledge that you’re teasing him. Spencer sometimes struggles with social cues; it doesn’t take a genius to know that. You always try your hardest to do something to let him know you’re just teasing.

He’s still smiling. “Y/n, you never fail to amaze me.”

His eyes sparkle in the light. More than usual. A tear falls from his left eye. He’s crying.

You wipe the tear away and grab his chin, lifting up toward you.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You ask, using your soft voice again. Another set of tears falls from his eyes.

“Nothing, nothing’s wrong,” he said, “I just…” His voice hitched. Tears stream down his face seemingly uncontrollably. “I just love you so much, Y/n.”

“I love you, Spencer.” You say earnestly, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss on his salty, tear soaked, lips. He melted into the kiss instantly, chasing your lips as you pulled away.

“Please, Y/n. Kiss me,” he said, sitting up to allow easier access. You sat up as well, criss-crossing your legs in front of you to match Spencer. You lean forward, grabbing ahold of his thighs to keep yourself from face planting into him. He doesn’t waste a second before he’s pressing his lips onto yours. You taste his tears with every opening of your mouth. He still has morning breath, you know you do too, but that taste belongs to what you call home. This boy, this bed, this room, this apartment; it's your home.

_____

next chapter: M is for Merry Christmas

other parts: Spencer Reid A-Z Masterlist

view the masterlist in a calendar version!

_____ BUY ME A COFFEE _____

a/n: hi! long time no see... i'm really sorry for my unannounced absence :( i got really busy with school and work and just had a major burnout. i'm really gonna try to push some stories out for you guys as i really do enjoy writing them and seeing your guys' reaction to them. thank you guys for sticking with me

_____

Have Recommendations? visit my recommendations page to submit your suggestion, no matter how big or small!

_____

taglist: @justlivinginadaydream @dij-ology @navs-bhat @sammy-4103 @ada--44 @moongirl27

@hopelessheaven @shycreationdreamland @cultish-corner @violetvsworld @ivyflowers13 @taygrls

@hookergutss @random-3455 @nmw-am @bookworm124 @hizzielover @jem08

@princessbowbaby @theofficialfunk @skylions-den @smalltownbeautyqueen @spencereidapologist @lunajay33

@softlysunrays @maybe-not-this @wannabewolf @sylv3in @silver138 @sarcasm-and-stiles

@pillsbury-doughgirl @monfleurr @novaeatsworld @pleasantwitchgarden @vivixir @lolita-hc

@pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @guacam011y @super-nerd22

#spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x bau!reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fic #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #spencereidluver #spencer reid a-z

2K notes · View notes