Millie Bright/Mary Earps
Millie & Mary fanfics on Ao3.
Written by me, uploaded by my girlfriend :)
~Masterlist~
Love After Loss - a series (4/4)
Part 1 - All's Not Lost (Mature; words: 3,800)
It was still so raw; so fresh in your memory like you’d just that minute walked off the pitch, the Spanish team still cheering behind you. You felt like a failure. You were beyond proud of your team for getting into the final. You made history. Yet there was a heavy weight pressing down on you.
“Come on, babes,” you said softly to her, gently moving out from her grasp and standing up. She took the hand that you were holding out to her and led her into the hotel room you shared. Her Golden Glove award was laying on the bed, along with her silver medal. She couldn’t look at them.
"Bed?"
Part 2 - All's Found (Mature; words: 2,976)
Since understanding what love was supposed to feel like, you’d gotten to a point in your late twenties that you decided you weren’t capable of it. So many chances, hopes, maybes. But no. That part of you just didn’t exist. You learnt to be okay with it. That was, of course, until your then-friend stopped becoming just that and turned into your deepest desire.
Falling in love with her was easy. However, it was - holy crap - so painful. Sometimes you wished you went back to being the cold-hearted bitch you always thought you were.
Part 3 - All's Not Broken (Mature; words: 2,677)
She’d had her heart set after the World Cup on transferring to Arsenal. Her club wouldn’t let her go.
You joked that when the time came, she should come play for Chelsea. You both laughed and she told you not a chance. You were okay with this. You enjoyed the bit of rivalry.
You weren’t worried about not spending enough time together. You lived together and played for England together.
Part 4 - All's Well (Mature; words: 3,217)
She was due to be away for a week and you missed her terribly.
You’d never felt loneliness like this before and you didn’t like it. You felt silly. You could be surrounded by people but there was always such a big part of you that wanted no one but Millie. You often told yourself to stop being so pathetic. You felt like you couldn’t function properly without her.
Your friends told you that’s what it’s like when you really love someone. And goodness, you really did love her. You adored everything about her.
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Nature's Morphine (Mature; words: 1,593)
You were the only person to ever get under her skin. She’d never bothered with relationships before, always said she didn’t have time for them. Football was her one and only love. You, however, turned her world upside-down and changed everything.
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Vexation Gratification (Explicit; words: 2,086)
She brushed past you and went upstairs. You didn't move. You felt upset, but anger was also starting to arise in you.
She came back down after a couple of minutes. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw what she was carrying.
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Near Misses & Forehead Kisses (Teen&Up; words: 5,549)
The ringing in your ears became so loud that you could no longer make out what was being said as you approached the window.
You first saw her parents in there, either side of the bed. Her mother was leaning over her, kissing her on the forehead. You saw Mary as she pulled back and you couldn't breathe. The wires, the tubes, the ventilator. You fell to your knees.
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Revelations (Mature; words: 11,157)
It had captured everything: the intended purpose of the video, the laughing, the joy from you both, the jumping on her... the smile fading from your face. You recognised the second you felt it.
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Departures and Distractions (Mature; words: 5,497)
Emma had been your one constant throughout your football career.
She was there for you when things got tough. She was your mentor and your guide on and off the pitch.
She really was like a mother figure and you don't think you could ever be without her.
Now she was leaving.
Your heart was breaking.
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Eighteen (Mature; words: 4,612)
It was always nerve-racking joining a new team, especially when all the other players were established and comfortable there.
They all made you feel very welcome - especially the two who were also lucky enough to be picked for the under-nineteen's England team.
You got on very well with one of them in particular.
Her name was Millie Bright.
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One Kiss Is All It Takes (Explicit; words: 4,195)
Celebrations on the pitch at full time were as special as when you won the Euros and this time, your personal life changed quite as much as your professional career.
You screamed and cheered with a number of your teammates, not even remembering who they were as individuals; it was all a blur.
You remembered Mary, though.
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Haunted (Teen&Up; words: 1,720)
*triggers: self-hatred/suicide ideation
You couldn’t hold it in any longer when the final whistle went. You really fucked up.
You cried on TV. God, you were so fucking pathetic. Useless. You hated yourself.
All you wanted to do was get your shit and leave.
(Set after the England v The Netherlands game 1/12/2023)
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Look At You (Explicit; words: 1,782)
Give me a call if you ever get desperate… xx
You regretted sending it immediately. You didn’t even have time to delete it before she could see it - those two blue ticks made your heart pound so loudly in your ears
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High On You (Mature; words: 4,369)
“You’re so fucking stubborn,” your girlfriend told you angrily as the medics lowered you to the floor to lay down.
You saw a tear roll down her face which she hastily wiped away.
“I think it’s broken,” you said. You felt hot and clammy. Why did you continue playing?
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The Woman You Are (Teen&Up; words: 2,194)
"Holy shit," Rachel breathed, "this is my favourite."
"Why?"
"Why? Jesus, Millie, those words. I feel jealous this girl isn't writing these for me."
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Captain and Her Vice (Mature; words: 4,281)
You had dreamed of being part of the England senior squad and there was always hope bubbling away in you that you might make captain one day.
This was it, you thought. This was your chance.
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Guide To Your Goal (Mature; words: 2,000)
Mary didn’t like Sam Kerr.
You mean she *really* didn’t like her.
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Unbreakable (Mature; words: 1,921)
Millie’s club could score twenty goals against you - hell, she could score twenty goals against you herself and you’d still love her.
Playing for your club and winning meant a lot to you - but she meant more.
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Cruel Summer (Explicit; words: 2,797)
Your time away in Australia for the World Cup was the best of your life. The tournament was going just as you’d hoped - you and your team made it to the final.
Behind the scenes of the pitch, something else had been happening in your life.
Mary.
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Enrapture (Explicit; words: 14,722)
She rested her head on your shoulder and you stroked her arm gently. You could feel goosebumps under your fingertips.
"Are you cold?" You asked.
"No," she replied, "not at all."
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Save That Light (Explicit; words: 2,141)
*triggers: past suicide attempt
It frightened you sometimes - the depth of your feelings for her. You wanted to be with her all the time and when you weren’t with her you were thinking about her.
You adored everything about her. Her mental health was debilitating to the both of you at times but it was a part of her that you accepted long ago; and it was something you promised her you’d see through together.
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Clean Sheets (Explicit; words: 3,053)
“You know nothing turns me on more than seeing you make those saves; even better when you get a clean sheet.”
Her hands left your thighs and ran up under your shirt. The coolness of her fingers against the warm skin of your belly made your abs twitch.
“Isn’t it funny how whenever I keep a clean sheet, our bedsheets never remain that way?”
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Take Me Into Your Darkest Hour (Mature; words: 5,001)
*triggers (graphic description): past sexual assault/rape, unwanted pregnancy/abortion, physical assault/violence
“He said I’m so shit that anyone would be better than me in goal; that he only plays me because he likes seeing my arse in my shorts.”
You swallowed hard. You covered her hand with your other and held it tightly as she went on. The anger you felt towards her manager was instantly unprecedented.
“He said I’m only good for one thing now.”
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Truth or Dare (Mature; words: 3,721)
You think you were about fifteen years old the first and last time you played truth or dare.
Now, at thirty-one years old, alcohol coursing through your system - you thought it was a great idea when Lucy suggested it.
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Coming Home
Day 2
Frozen
It was the hottest dream I've had in a long time. Hands and lips slowly caress me. I tangle my fingers deeply in beautiful dark waves of hair. A low voice murmurs heatedly into my ear, my neck, my chest and on down my body until I'm engulfed and swallowed whole. The hot mouth and tongue worship me with unhurried thoroughness as the pressure builds.
I wake shouting your name.
Once my brain returns to me, I am stunned and horrified. My come covered hand is still firmly wrapped around myself.
I can't believe it.
The memory of your imagined mouth tries to intrude.
No! I like women.
Your lust filled voice whispers in my ear
I have a wife!
Oh. My. God. My wife!
I finally take stock of my surroundings. It’s late afternoon. I can hear the kids playing in the yard, and she's rattling around in the kitchen. Fortunately for me, the day was warm and I had spralwed out on top of the covers, so the mess was confined to my boxers.
Somehow my body takes over for my brain. I flee to the bathroom and climb directly into the shower where I strip and let the water pound my shame out of the fabric while I scrub myself frantically.
Twenty minutes later I'm dressed and hiding my boxers deep in the laundry basket when the phone rings. I hear my wife answer and then she's calling my name.
I hurry down the hall to the kitchen.
“Honey,” she says, her hand over the receiver, her face creased with worry. “it's Dr. Brackett.”
She holds the phone out to me, but I can't take it. I can't move. I can't breathe.
Everything, everything, hinges on this call.
Fear holds me in its frozen grasp.
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