#meghan's mumblings

[magicsuga]

Okay as much as I love Buddie. I tbh I hope Buck/Tommy lasts for a bit. I rlly don’t want it to be a one off. I would like to see this relationship develop and grow. I don’t want it to be just a stepping stone to Buddie

#meghan's mumblings #911 #911 abc #911 spoilers #evan buckley #buck buckley #Buddie #buck/tommy

[daydreaming---barelybreathing]

Whoever invented empathy is a bitch and I'd like to speak to them.

#meghan's mumbles #work is a bitch

[hoodharlow]

solamente tú y yo

AN: 🤪🤭🤪🤭🤪🤭

Requested? No

Warnings: THAT question gets asked in the most inopportune moment, smut, slight angst but not really

Word Count: 3k words

Jack leaned against the doorframe watching Miriam layer on clothes. She wore some sweats and a long coat; under her coat she had a thick cardigan, a crew neck sweater, a long sleeve and a tank top. She completed the outfit with a huge scarf that looked like a shawl from Acne Studios and a beanie. Meanwhile Jack wore his signature cargo pants with a puffer coat and only turtleneck underneath. 

They were in London. Miriam was back at work. Jack took a few weeks off from working on his album after his work trip to Bahrain. He went to Louisville for a few days to and to work something out with a jeweler he knew. After that he flew back to London. 

"Okay, I'm ready." Miriam said, dabbing some of her signature pomegranate lip balm on her lips. 

"About time." Jack mumbled loud enough for her to hear. 

She glared at him and slipped her phone in her coat's pocket. She also grabbed her house keys. Sha checked on Daisy one last time then came to the foyer. She walked out with Jack following close behind her and locked the door. They pair made their way to the front gate and she unlocked the door then relocked it. 

They were on their way to get some fish and chips. One of Miriam's favorite spots was just a few blocks from where her parents had their house. They were going to walk since the neighbor was pretty chill and not that many people paid attention to others. Though for an extra measure of safety, their security was going to be tailing them in a SUV. As they walked down the street, in a British accent, Miriam gave Jack a quick tour of the neighborhood, pointing out a few of her favorite shops and even where she went for secondary school, middle school. Ten minutes later they finally reached the fish and chips place. 

Jack reached forward and opened the door for them. Once inside he took in the place. It felt homey and vintage, like an Italian mom and pop. There were several posters of the family and the generations that contributed to the restaurant's legacy. On a separate wall was all the famous people ate from Harry and Meghan Markle to Mateo Dominguez. There was another picture of Miriam’s dad and she was with him. She had to be about twelve years old. Her curls were all over the place and her bright smile was hidden behind braces. 

“Oh god they still have this up.” Miriam groaned seeing the picture Jack was looking at. 

“I like it.” he said. “I would have definitely annoyed the shit outta you in class.” 

“I would have requested to be removed from the class if you were in my class. I just know you would have messed with my expensive pens.” she bluntly.

“I knew a girl like that in high school. She gave me some of the best head at the time. Then I met you and you changed my life.” he smiled adoringly at her. 

“You’re so annoying.” Miriam playfully rolled her eyes. 

They took a table in the back. An older woman came by and she exchanged pleasantries with Miriam then she took their order. Miriam then explained that she’s known the older woman since she was a kid. There weren’t many stores that sold quality Mexican ingredients so it was rare for Mateo cooked for them. They mostly ate out and the fish and chips place was their go to 85% of the time. 

It really hit Jack how differently they grew up. He’s never lived with one parent at one time; much less lived with them in an entirely different continent as his other parent or sibling. He’s always had his parents together. The love they shared for each other was something he always wanted for himself but he knew with the lifestyle he had now it wasn’t something he could find. What he had with Miriam was completely different from what his parents had, but it wasn’t a bad thing. He really was lucky to have found her. She’s changed how he viewed love and what it was like to be in love. He wanted to grow a life and a family with her. 

“If we were to have kids where would–”

“Without a doubt Louisville.” Miriam answered, spreading butter on her bread. 

“You’ve thought about it?” Jack smirked, uncapping his sparkling water.

“I mean…” she trailed off, shrugging. “But like not right now. Like we’re both so busy with work. You have that dropping in April and then White Men Can’t Jump in May. Awards season is starting for me not to mention I’m in the middle of filming. Then I have to promote the mini series with my mom for mothers day–”

“Bro, I’m not asking you to pop kids right now.” Jack cut her off. He reached for hand and gently squeezed it reassuringly. “We’re in our twenties. We have time to add to our family. I was just asking to make sure we’re on the same page.” 

“Oh, okay.” she giggled nervously.

A server came by and set down their food.

Jack smiled to himself, watching Miriam as she used a fork and knife to cut her fish. He looked over at his plate and he was dipping his fried fish like how it came. Their mannerisms were so different, but Jack and Miriam always made it work. They complimented each other. He was nervous about asking her. But after almost two years he knew it was finally time.

*

After lunch they went and did some more sight-seeing. Jack had been to London a few times for work but he never had the chance to do any proper exploring with the packed schedule he had. He even rode on the ‘tube’ which he found out existed. They went back to Miriam’s home and made dinner with some of the things they bought. They were currently cleaning up and putting away leftovers.

“So… where do you really see yourself settling down after all this?” Miriam asked Jack as they finished cleaning the kitchen and dining room.

Ever since he casually mentioned them having kids during lunch. That’s all she’d been thinking about. 

“Wherever you settle down.” He said, carefully placing the glass cups on the shelf she couldn’t reach. 

“I’m being serious.” She giggled, pushing herself to sit up on the counter.

“So am I.” He said, leaning against the counter. He tugged her hand so she could pay attention to him. “Miriam, I’m not kidding. Where you go, I go. I don’t see myself with anyone else. Only you. You’re more than just my partner. You’re someone I see myself still keeping me on my toes by the time I’m 87 and some robot has to give me sponge baths. I see you at my side telling our grandkids that I fucking bagged a baddie. You’re the one I see myself waking up to every morning all bricked up. You got that?”

Miriam blinked away some tears. “Yeah, I love you so much.” 

“I love you too.” He smiled. 

Miriam stood on her tippy toes to kiss him but Jack curved her. “Okay, rude.”

“I don’t want to give your dad a show.” he said, looking into one of the many kitchen appliances. He opened a cupboard and peaked inside.

“I’m telling you he didn’t put cameras in the kitchen.” Miriam facepalmed herself.

“Then how did he know we fucked in here?” he gestured to the kitchen island. 

“Because you don’t have a serious bone in your body and play around too much.” she shrugged. She scratched her head. “I’m gonna go take this shit off and come back so we can watch The Menu.” 

For Poison Ivy, Miriam dyed her hair red. To conserve the mystery of the movie, she wore wigs that matched her natural dark curls. 

Jack nodded and went to the entertainment room. He went around taking the various paintings decorating the walls. They were similar to the ones Miriam’s had in her houses and some her parents’ had in their LA home. In his humble opinion, the paintings represented rich people and their love for obscure art that had no business costing more than $100k. Some were abstract paintings; random paint swatches with figurines, mixed media glued on top for extraness while the others were scenic paintings of places Miriam's family has been to. Each painting was completely different to the one before but at the bottom right corner of each one was ‘MDM’ in gold pen. Miriam's initials.

"You paint?" Jack asked her when she came back to the room.

"Yeah when I'm bored." She shrugged.

Jack got distracted momentarily watching Miriam’s ass as she bent over the armrest of the couch to get a blanket from the basket of blankets. He blinked back to reality and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Since when?" 

"I don't know for a while I guess. I mainly started when I moved here. My dad did best to keep me busy. He would sign me up for a bunch of stuff. It's why I'm so well rounded." Miriam explained.

"And in all of those extra curricular activities, he didn't think of signing you up for dance classes–" 

A pillow came flying at him, hitting his stomach. Jack dramatically fell to the ground like a pro soccer player and groaned in pain. 

"You're not funny." Miriam deadpanned. 

Jack rolled to his side, facing the tall shelf of DVDs and BluRay discs. At the bottom row were a bunch of white boxes with titles of musicals and plays hand written on the spine of the disc box. 

“What are these–”

“Don’t touch those.” Miriam pounced on him.

Jack was faster than her and scrambled to his feet. He held up the disc in the air, way out of Miriam’s reach. He turned the box and in the front was a picture of Miriam on stage. 

“So this is where you have your school plays. Your brother wanted to show me one of you when you were in fourth grade but he couldn’t find them.” he smiled.

Miriam ignored him as she tried her best to climb him. Thanks to her stunt work she was able to do it with ease and snatched the disc from him.

“So you’re a legit theater kid.” Jack teased. 

“Not really.” she shrugged. 

“Bro, there’s at least twenty boxes on the shelf.” His smirk grew even more.asit

“Whatever, so what if I did theater as a kid.” she crossed her arms.

Jack raised his arms defensively. “There’s not thing wrong with it. But it does explain…a lot.” 

Miriam rolled her eyes and got on the couch. Jack put the disc back and joined her on the couch. Fifteen minutes into the movie, Miriam made him spoon her 

Jack got a sense of deja vu as Miriam pressed her ass onto his crotch so she ‘wouldn't fall off’ the couch. It took him back to when she invited him to New York for a few days before her mom and he were on SNL. He couldn’t concentrate on the movie they watched. All he wanted to do was spend his time between her thighs. That was before they revealed their feelings and he was trying to be respectful. Now he had the privilege to not be respectful.

He pulled his arm off her waist and brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them. 

“Relax for me.” He whispered in her ear. He kissed her jaw. 

He slowly inched his hand in her sleep shorts. 

“So you can’t kiss me in the kitchen because of these alleged cameras but you can finger me in the tv room?” Miriam quirked an eyebrow.

“You don’t seem to mind.” Jack pointed out as he tugged off her now soaked panties.

Before she opened her mouth to make an unserious remark, her phone rang. She reached for it. Miriam made a face, confused why her mom was calling her so late. 

“Bueno…” she said, pushing Jack off her. 

“Baby, I’m so sorry you had to find out this way.”

*

There’s never a day where Jack isn’t impressed with something Miriam did. She was sitting in the shade with a paint kit she brought from London, painting away their beach view. They were currently in Turks and Caicos for a much needed break. Isabela had called Miriam to let her know that DC decided to scrap her movie so that the remaining budget could go to promoting The Flash. Miriam’s heart broke. She’d been working her ass off on the movie for almost four months and they had about eight weeks of filming left. 

Jack didn’t know what to do, all he knew was that he had to get Miriam out of London. He got a recap from last year’s Turks and Caicos work trip and thought the beach was their safest bet. While Miriam went to set to clean out her trailer and sign off some final contracts, he made the arrangements. He was able to reserve the same airbnb he stayed with her last year. Then he booked a flight to New York where he flew out Clay to pick up Daisy so he could watch her while they were gone for the week. From New York they took a direct flight to  Providenciales. His team had a field day when they saw the airport pictures of them in landing in Turks andCaicos, but he didn’t care. His main priority was to distract Miriam from being sad because she was in her ‘unemployed era’. Her words, not Jack’s.

Miriam walked back to the terrace, where Jack was going over his lines. He had booked a part in Dave and when they got back to New York he was going to film a few scenes. She carefully set the canvas down and cleared her throat for Jack to see. 

“Holy shit.” he said, impressed. 

He stretched his hand out, but Miriam smacked it away from the painting. “It’s still wet.”

“You’re still wet?” he asked, with a smirk plastered. 

“You’re not funny.” She looked at him unimpressed.

She went to the house and carefully set down the painting on the table to dry. She set her art tote with all her art supplies on a chair. While she was at it, she removed her shorts, staying in her bikini bottoms. She was sitting on the grass and wore them so her ass wouldn’t get itchy. Now that she wasn’t she didn’t see the point of wearing them. As she walked back to Jack, she unbuttoned the linen shirt, making it known to Jack she wasn’t wearing her bikini top. She sat opposite of Jack and read a book while he memorized his lines. She felt Jack’s eyes on her, as she stretched her arms. The shirt fell off her shoulders and her breasts were on full display. The tiny gold necklace Jack got her with the letter ‘M’ glinted as Miriam pretended to be engrossed in her book.

She watched Jack from the corner of her eye. He moved with cat-like movements, slowly inching his way to her. He reached for her book and laughed when he saw she was on the table of contents and not the actual book. 

"You're not slick." He commented, putting the book face down.

Miriam untied one side of her bikini bottoms, exposing her arousal to him. "Are you sure?" 

That was all he needed to hear. He scooped up Miriam, securing her legs around his waist and carried her back to the house. She squealed and hugged him tight as he ran upstairs to their room. He gently tossed her in bed and scrambled to get naked. He got on top of her and Miriam pulled his neck down to claim his lips. 

With ease, she rolled him onto his back and slowly rubbed her folds over his cock. Jack groaned and reached up for her breasts. He cupped them with his large hands and used his thumb to play with her nipples. Miriam leaned forward and held Jack’s jaw as she kissed him. His hands were on her ass, guiding them along the length of his cock. 

“Fuck!” he groaned. 

He came seconds later while Miriam kept moving her hips. Jack’s stomach was coated with his release.

“Facetime doesn’t do this justice.” Miriam commented while drawing a heart with ‘MD+JH’ on his stomach. “Also I can’t believe all of this is inside me when you come inside me. How deep is my pussy? Do you think–”

“Marry me.” Jack blurted out.

“Okay I know I was rambling, but if you wanted to shut me off you–”

“I mean it.” He said more confidently. He sat up and rubbed her back. “Obviously I didn’t want to ask you after you dry humped me but it slipped out. You’ve been the one since I made you laugh at the soccer game. I meant it when I said I want to be with you even when we’re old and robots have to give us sponge baths. Before you get in your head about how I brought you here to propose I didn't. I wanted you for myself.”

“Oh that’s reassuring,” Miriam snorted and wiped tears from her eyes.

“I love you, Miriam and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Jack said.  

“Do you even have a ring?” she laughed as more tears streamed down her face.

“I’m glad you asked.” He grinned, earning an eye roll from Miriam.

Jack got off the bed and grabbed his discarded t-shirt to clean himself off. He slipped on his shorts from earlier and went to his suitcase and grabbed his toiletries bag. He pulled out a small box that Miriam recognized that was from his go to jeweler. He walked up to her and sat next to her, opening the box to the most beautiful ring Miriam had ever seen. 

“Miriam no middle name Dominguez-Miller, will you marry me?” 

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GROUP CHAT

Miriam: y'all....

Clauds ☁️: OMFGGGGGG

La Sandalias: 1. 😭😭😭 and 2. Girl it's 12am for you and me

La MILF 🦦: Danny caleld it lmao

Alina 🎤 : SAY SIKE RNNNN

G🥰🥰🥰: 😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭

Seesterrrrr: finally, he asked mom and dad since LAST December lmfao

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@'jackharlow: went all out on her necklace

@'mdm: you're so unserious

@'claybornharlow: are you sure it's not too big?

@'saintclauds: no is talking about that dragonfly brooch

@'Kehlani: respectfully GOD DAMN

-> @'mdm: you can say it disrespectfully too. I don't mind

-> @'jackharlow: but I do

@'mackshipper: damn for FREE

@'miriamfanbutjackhater: it's so obvious that he's only with her because of her body. It's so sad that she settle for him

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@'mdm: unemployed era

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#jack and miriam #jack harlow #jack harlow smut #jack harlow series #jack harlow fanfic #jack ahrlow imagine #jack harlow one shot

[jackandjackiekennedylover]

Pregnant

Imagine you telling jughead that you are pregnant but he tells you that he isn't ready to become a father just yet. So you go back to Hemlock.

December 11th, 2016

It's not my life ," Jughead said as he gave you a sad smile.

You watch him walk out of the door.

I need to get out of Riverdale and go back home," You sigh.

Welcome to Hemlock," You read the sign.

I wonder if Roman is home or not," You mumbled as you knocked on the door.

I'm coming," You heard Roman call from inside the house.

Y/n ," Roman said as he looked at you.

Hi ," You said with a smile.

Get in here before you get sick ," Roman told you .

You smiled at him as you walk inside.

I thought that you were in Riverdale ," Roman asked as he looked at you .

I was until jughead walkout ," You sigh.

Why did he walkout ," Roman asked ?

I told him that I was pregnant. His response was it's not my life. I'm so scared and I can't be a single mother," You said with a sad smile.

Ik that you are scared. But you aren't going to be alone on this," Roman said as he gave you a sly smile as he wiped the tears away.

You looked at him before a smile came upon your face.

A week later.

How are you feeling ," Roman asked as he rubs your knuckles?

I'm ok. Still bleeding a little but I will be fine after the miscarry," You sigh.

It going to be ok," Roman said as he gave you a sly smile.

Ik but I have you with me on this," You said with a smile as you lay your head on his shoulder.

A Year and Four Months Later. December 10th, 2017

Little Charlotte Meghan Godfrey is four months old now.

She is looking more and more like Roman as the days go by.

Good morning baby girl, " You said with a smile as you picked up charlotte.

Charlotte let out a yawn as she opens her eyes and her big green eyes looked up at you.

There you go ," You said as you moved her to your breast.

She lactated on and start to suck.

There you are," Roman said with a smile as he sits down by you on the couch.

Hi," You smiled at him as you look down at Charlotte.

I love you," Roman said as he kissed your head.

I love you too ," You said with a smile as you kissed his cheek.

#roman godfrey imagine #roman godfrey x reader #hemlock grove imagines #hemlock grove #bill skarsgard

[slimthicksonnett]

Little Miss Perfect (Tobin Heath)

(Woop Woop, re-upload alert!!!)

Based-ish on Little Miss Perfect performed by Taylor Louderman

Prompt: Y/N is a star. She has the perfect career, perfect sponsorships, perfect team(s), and arguably a perfect life. Or at least, that’s how she’s seen; Little Miss Perfect … or not?

Or alternatively

The 10,000+ word fic based on LMP that no one asked for but it’s one of my audition songs so I’ve been singing it nonstop for months and it now lives rent free in my head so here you go.

Warnings: Very very very long and full of detail, also it gets a little spicy in a few spots oops

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straight hair, straight A’s, straight forward

To the world, Y/N Y/LN was the golden girl of the USWNT. To her teammates, this same title held true. The fleet footed forward joined the senior team for her first cap during the WWC in 2019 after graduating from Stanford at the top of her class. 

Since her time playing at both the national and international level, the forward had grown to a level of stardom that rivaled even Alex Morgan since she, you know, didn’t piss off the entirety of England at the World Cup. However, Y/N would be quick to thank her communications major for this public relations boost and not her skills on the pitch.

Sadly, the weight of this attention brought so many expectations onto her which certainly made an impact on someone who was still so young and trying to truly figure out who she was outside of the game. 

i don’t black out at parties, i jam to Paul McCartney

“Are you sure I can’t convince you to come out with us?” Meghan asked, leaning against the wall in the shared living space. Y/N looked up from her spot on the couch, her nose having previously been buried in work of some sorts, sparing only a moment to roll her eyes at her flatmate. 

“Kling, I already told you that I’m perfectly content with staying in tonight.” The older girl sighed dramatically and Y/N just laughed, going back to scribbling in one of the countless notebooks scattered around her.

“You know we literally have people for that? Like that’s what they’re paid to do.” Kling mumbled, motioning to Y/N’s books filled with a variety of stats ranging from national team data to the stats for Portland last season and even her stuff from the ‘17-’18 season she spent with PSG.

“You know that part of my job is being able to assess how well myself and others perform? Like that’s what I’m paid to do.” Y/N mocked playfully, causing Kling to stick her tongue out at her childishly. The action gained a laugh from the young forward and both women broke out into full faced smiles. Though the two hadn’t played together long, Kling certainly regarded the decision to share an apartment with the girl as one of the best she’d made in recent years.

“Come on, please? Lindsey and Emily will be there!” The mention of the two women she played with on both the club and national level made her perk up slightly but it still wasn’t enough to get her to break her homebody habits. Frankly, even as much as Y/N liked going out, she had come to learn that house parties and unpredictable teammates could turn into a PR nightmare and she was happy to avoid the headache whenever possible.

“I saw them the other day, I can go another night without seeing them. Besides, I’d rather not go out with my back feeling like this anyways.” Y/N muttered, finding an extra excuse in the old pain of her lower back which was currently being treated with electrical pulses from the TENS unit wired to her.

“A little alcohol would loosen that back right up and you know it.” Kling whined and Y/N just shook her head, giggling as her teammate boo’d her loudly.

“Fine, but just so you know how lame you are for missing this one, even Tobin is going.” The young forward’s eyes widened as she was a little taken aback at the mention of the veteran player. 

Though they were both home in Portland, Y/N hadn’t seen the veteran forward since the Concacaf games earlier in the month. While Tobin was of course known to attend their teambonding nights, actual Thorns parties were not her normal scene. With the thought of Tobin in mind, the idea of spending an evening out drinking with the girls didn’t sound terrible but Y/N knew she still couldn’t agree to go.

“Well, even the hardest of chillers has to go out eventually I guess.” Y/N countered, causing Kling to stop and think about it for a moment.

“Fine, that’s fair. You’re still boring though!” The defender whined again, earning what must have been the hundredth eye roll from the girl on the couch.

“And you’re still annoying. Now leave and quit being so clingy, Kling!” Both girls laughed at the word play with Kling flicking Y/N off as she walked out the front door of the apartment. 

Sighing, Y/N relaxed back into the quiet that often befell the apartment when Meghan was out on one of her many adventures. While she often loved the fast paced environment of the professional soccer world that she had been absorbed in for nearly three seasons now, it was nice to have moments like these. While part of her may have preferred to go out and drink the night away with the Thorns, there was something equally as therapeutic about drinking in the Portland view from an empty apartment where the only noise was the sound of pen against the paper and  “Hey Jude” floating over from the record player.

i ask myself what did i do, to get as far as i’ve gotten.

As quickly as the peace came, it was gone.

Days after the great party debate with Meghan, Y/N found herself back on a plane and flying across the country for pre-SheBelieves training camp. While her Thorns counterparts had flown in days earlier, Y/N was coming in just on time as she had stuck around in Portland a few extra days for both a charity event and a magazine shoot. She couldn’t quite pinpoint when this had become her way of life with media days becoming more prominent and her social followings flying into the millions. Regardless of the how, why, or when, Y/N was more than happy to play her part in the grand scheme of the game if it meant putting women’s soccer on the pedestal it deserved. However, to say she was exhausted by the time she hit the seat on her flight to Orlando would certainly be an understatement. Somewhere in the back of her mind she made a mental note to text and ask Alex how the hell she did it all.

A pretty girl walks by my locker, my heart gives a flutter but I don’t dare utter a word…

Yawning, Y/N made her way into the locker room. The youngins were the first to see her and she was immediately taken down by the team’s oldest kid, Kelley O’Hara. With a trademark flying squirrel hug, the Utah player wrapped herself around the body of the younger girl who didn’t even miss a step at the impact. 

“Hi nerd, we missed you!” Kelley nuzzled into Y/N’s neck which had warmed under her touch as she blushed bright red. Sonnett and Rose were quick to join the tackle-hug situation as the forward shuffled towards her locker with the girls hanging off of her. 

“Oh my god, let her breathe!” The voice belonged to Sam Mewis who crossed the locker room easily and helped pluck the little soccer stars off of her. 

“Thanks Sammy, I could handle Kels but the other two nearly took me out.” Y/N admitted, brushing off and straightening her clothes.

“No problem, I never understood why they made your tiny self team pack mule.” Sam laughed, ruffling her hand through the smaller player’s hair. 

“It’s those muscles, makes it easy to carry us.” A new voice added to the conversation. Y/N, who had sat down on the bench to begin the process of putting on her gear, looked up with wide eyes and a beet red face. Sam laughed and nodded her head in agreement as the veteran player walked towards them. Tobin wore a signature smirk as she offered Y/N a wink that the latter nearly missed as she became focused on the laces of her boots.

“It’s good to see you again superstar, it’s been a minute.” Tobin said as Y/N simply nodded her head in response, not being able to find her words. 

Though both women had been in Portland during their short break, neither had seen the other since the Concacaf games had ended. It wasn’t as if Y/N had purposely been avoiding the other forward, she wasn’t sure she could ever bring herself to do that, but admittedly it was odd that the two who had been so close since Y/N’s first cap had gone such a time without seeing each other. 

Thankfully, Tobin had grown used to this nonverbal state that the normally chattery girl seemed to always enter around her. Frankly, she took it as a compliment that Y/N felt she could be quiet around her instead of putting on what the team loved to call her ‘media face’. Gently, she placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder and gave it a soft squeeze of reassurance. Tobin felt her heart nearly stop in her chest when Y/N looked up and their eyes locked, both girls’ cheeks now beyond rosey with a blush.  If it had been anyone else the interaction would have been regarded with raised brows and questions from their teammates, but not with Y/N. 

Cause that would be absurd behavior for Little Miss Perfect…

Practice continued in a predictable cycle over the next few days. 

With the depth of the bench for forwards on the national team, practice could often feel like a battle. Y/N went strong and gave her all on the field, doing everything she could to secure her starting spot in the SheBelieves games. Despite the competition, she found herself bubbling over with energy every time there was a chance to scrimmage.

“Alright, the field is yours!” Vlatko announced at the end of their Friday practice. The sun was beating down on the group of women and practice had been long and hot. Still, there was no way that the majority of them were letting an open field and an early ended practice go to waste.

“Kids versus vets!” Pinoe screamed already running towards the pitch. There were groans of complaints from some of the girls and mutters as they tried to figure out how to divide themselves.

“Fine, but only if vets wear the pinnies! And we get Kelley!” Mal yelled back, hands on her hips and a pout on her lips. Many of the vets laughed at Mals list of demands but they all agreed which is how they got to where they were now, standing in a loose huddle. Y/N stared at her teammates with a serious expression and crossed arms as she and Kelley surveyed the group and tried to figure out how they were going to pull this off because frankly neither of the girls wanted to get their asses beat before their off day. 

“How are we about to pull this off?” Kelley muttered, looking around the group. Y/N smacked her gently as she scanned the roster of youngins in front of her. With a wave of her hand, she set Jane and AD off to play rock-paper-scissors or something to figure out who would start in goal since she really couldn’t pick. Second later Y/N’s eyes lit up as she saw her opening.

“We have Rose!” She exclaimed suddenly, gaining weird looks from her teammates and an even more confused look from the midfielder herself.

“Um, obviously?” Sonnett said, looking at the girl like she was an idiot.

“Exactly. Which means we have the attacking midfielder.” Y/N explained slowly, waiting for the rest of the youngins to catch on.

“Which means that Ertz will need support…” Tierna muttered, slowly realizing where their captain was going with this.

“And we know Sammy isn’t going to be the one providing it.” Rose quipped, causing the girls to laugh as they all cast a glance over to where their Tower of Power had collapsed in the shade of the stands at the end of the day’s practice.

“So they need someone else in midfield. Someone who is going to be aggressive but calculated and can try to push the ball forward…” Y/N was excited now, itching for one of her teammates to take the bait and catch on to what she was implying.

“Oh my god, they’re going to try and surprise us because they have to put Tobin in midfield!” Kelley gasped, jumping up and down in her spot.

“Exactly, but we’ll be ready.” Y/N grinned, ready for the challenge that the vet would certainly present. As if a switch had been flicked in her brain, a suddenly scheming Y/N began to whisper to the girls her plans to beat what would certainly be a 3-2-2 since the vets declared Pinoe as captain. 

With Ash and AD taking their places as the self declared referees of the match, the vets moved to their spots on the field. Pinoe was grinning as if she’d done something miraculous as Tobin joined Julie in the midfield but the smile was wiped clean off her face as the newly dubbed Coach Tierna waved ‘her players’ onto the pitch. When the girls countered the 3-2-2 with a 2-3-2, Pinoe threw her hands up in exasperation. 

“Oh come on! How did you even think of that? A 2-3-2? Who even does that!” The older forward was clearly frustrated that her plans of throwing the youngins off with Tobin in midfield had been thwarted but the rest of the vets looked a mix of either amused or impressed, Tobin included.

“What can I say, we saw it coming from a mile away. You know what they say, can’t teach an old dog new tricks.” Y/N’s little quip was met with a gasp from Pinoe who furrowed her eyebrows at the young player as their teammates howled in laughter.

“Oh, it is so on Y/LN.” 

And so it was, at least for the other half of the field. Y/N and Mal were both bouncing on their toes in anticipation but the ball was constantly getting caught up in the midfield. When the youngins had made the assumption that Rose against Ertz was going to be a powerful match, they had certainly been right. The two women were at eachothers throats and even if the ball escaped them, it was quickly funnelled back by one of the wide midfielders. 

“Y/N, go!” Tierna yelled from the sidelines and that had simply been the approval she’d been waiting on. If anyone read the field on the same level as Y/N, it was Tierna, and Y/N certainly trusted her judgement as she threw herself into the mix of the midfield and left Mal behind to prepare. 

The ball was at Julie’s feet when Y/N joined the action, but Rose was quick to see the opportunity and she snagged the ball and shot it immediately to the forwards boot. With a normally unrivaled speed, Y/N shot off down the pitch and back towards Mal. 

However, before she could get too far, a familiar lean frame was on her tail. She cursed mentally, knowing that outrunning Tobin wasn’t an option and at this point neither was passing to Mal as the newly moved midfielder closed in on her. The entirety of the field took a collective breath as Y/N juggled with the ball at her feet as Tobin closed the gap between them. The two players were a pair who normally worked incredibly well together so seeing them face off set a tension over the pitch that the rest of the team wasn’t quite sure they were allowed to disrupt. 

“Coincidence seeing you here.” Y/N jested, sliding the ball around her body and away from Tobin’s darting feet. The midfielder wasn’t sure what kind of game Y/N was playing here but she was determined not to let her even get near the defensive line. As someone who had played this position with Y/N before, Tobin knew the danger that was coming if she let the younger girl get to Mal. 

“Not a coincidence, you knew she’d put me here.” Breathing heavy, her tone came out in a rasp that made the little breath that Y/N had catch in her throat. Refusing to let the butterflies that had for some reason erupted in her stomach derail her, she plastered a confident smirk onto her face.

“Maybe I did, and maybe that’s why I’m here. You should play midi more, it looks good on you.” The unexpected confidence along with the wink that Y/N threw Tobin was enough to stop the normally confident player in her tracks for a mere millisecond. She had to be imagining the interaction because there was no way that Y/N, the beautiful girl who turned nearly mute around her, had just offered her a compliment and a wink all at once. That would be, well, absurd. 

Regardless, something must have happened, because in the millisecond that Tobin was distracted, Y/N found her window. Without so much as a second thought, she twisted her body and kicked the ball through Tobins legs before whipping around her and sending the ball barreling towards Mal. 

“No fucking way!” Crystal yelled on defense, jaw on the ground. Mal in turn took the shock of the back line in her favor as she turned and layed in a shot that slipped just over the gloves of Uncle Naeher and into the right corner of the net. 

Tobin’s eyes went even wider than they had moments ago as she let herself sink to the grass, attempting to process the last minute in her mind. There was no way that their golden girl had just done that.

Something about her drew me in.. what? It’s totally platonic.

It seemed like that was a common theme for Y/N today, acting out of character that is. After the embarrassing 1-0 loss, the team had made their way back to the hotel where everyone had retreated to their respective rooms. That was, atleast, at first. 

Within an hour of being back, Y/N and Rose’s room had been overrun by the team’s younger players and their unexplainable amounts of energy. Kelley and Sonnett were the main culprits, retelling the details of the scrimmage for the thousandth time as if the tale of the two chaotic defenders holding down the back line was the best thing since sliced bread. Already having taken her shower and starting the process of winding down for the day, a tired Y/N decided to seek solace from her teammates. 

Her first stop would normally have been Alex’s room, but since she was still out with an acute case of a Charlie horse, she tried her other options. Ashlyn and Ali didn’t answer her knocks, Alyssa was already asleep in her own bed, and Tiernas room was somehow noisier than her own.

That’s how she ended up at the door she had been accidentally avoiding with her fist raised to knock but something gnawed at her and stopped the motion. Her internal dialogue was bitter for a moment, snipping about how the woman she had brutally nutmegged earlier certainly didn’t want to see her. But some small part of her that needed so desperately to see the other woman made her hand move forward.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up?” The forward turned midfielder asked, leaning against her door frame. For some reason, the confidence that Y/N held earlier had completely disappeared as she took in Tobin in her re-inc shorts and muscle tank. 

“Um, the girls are being loud.” She muttered, looking towards the ground and finding interest in Tobins slides. 

“Need a place to chill out?” Tobin questioned, raising an eyebrow at the girl in front of her. Part of her was pleased to have the quiet, blushy girl back while another part of her wondered where the self confident girl on the pitch had gone.

“Please?” Y/N sighed deeply as Tobin stepped aside and let her into the hotel room.

“I was watching some documentary on the history channel if you want to join?” Tobin asked, inclining her head towards her bed that was situated in front of the hotel’s crappy TV. While Y/N doubted any documentary would hold her interest, she nodded her headed and moved towards the bed. 

Without another word, the two women slipped into the bed. Y/N, who wasn’t characteristically a cuddler, somehow found herself half asleep and curled into Tobins side. The older of the two bit her lip at the unexpected contact, feeling the heat of Y/Ns touch. Not knowing what else to do, Tobin wrapped her arm around the girl and pulled her closer as she moved the blankets to cover them up. Humming in content, Y/N fell into a deep sleep, something her brain would later blame on the smell of rainstorms and fresh linens instead of the woman that was holding her tightly.

“She looks like she’s a part of you, Tobes.” Midge giggled after walking back into their shared hotel room. Tobin shushed the woman and sent her a pointed glare that disappeared the moment she looked down at the girl sleeping peacefully in her arms, a hint of a smile pulling at the corner of her mouth. 

“I’m just glad she’s comfortable, Rose said she hadn’t been sleeping well.” Tobin admitted, allowing her fingers to trace delicate patterns across Y/Ns exposed skin. Midge smiled softly at the two women as she watched their interaction, letting out a soft sigh.

“Tobin…” She whispered, giving the woman a knowing look. Tobin let out a sigh of her own as she bit her lip and shook her head.

“Don’t Midge, please.” Her voice cracked slightly, brimming with unspoken emotions that made Midge tear up. Nodding her head, Midge turned to leave, giving the girls the room. Before she could exit the room though, she turned back towards a hurting Tobin.

“You never know, Tobes.” She intended for the words to give the player some sort of hope but they appeared to have the opposite effect as a tear tried to slip from Tobins watering eyes. 

“Even if she was, she’s untouchable.” Tobin admitted, her eyes never leaving Y/N’s sleeping form, carefully monitoring the rising and falling of her chest to make sure she was asleep.

“Maybe, but nearly half the world wants her and yet she’s always stayed here with you instead. That has to count for something.” Midge whispered finally, before sliding out of the door. 

Tobins eyes wandered over the younger girl’s face as she carefully attempted to regain her composure. Finding her composure wasn’t coming easily though as her thoughts wandered to Midge’s words. Maybe it did mean something that she was single, but there was no way it was anything that concerned her. The two were certainly close but their connection was purely platonic, right?

That night was so exciting. Her smirk was so enticing.. 

Sometime later, the pair found themselves lounging together on a coach in Pinoes room for some captain called team bonding. While Y/N and Tobin would have been content to have stayed in Tobins bed, Frat Daddy Sr. and Jr. had declared that the two simply had to participate as it would be the only night for a while where they could drink or “partake in adult beverages” as Sonnett had put it. 

“Are you sure we should even be drinking?” Y/N asked, eyeing the bottle in her hand questioningly as most of the team chuckled at their little rule follower. 

“We have the day off tomorrow so there’s no reason we shouldn’t!” Pinoe grinned, clinking the neck of her bottle against Kelleys. Y/N’s encouragement to actually start drinking came when she let her eyes flit over to Tobin who once again wore a signature smirk.

“Unless of course you pulled an Alex and got pregnant or something…” Tobin choked on her beer as she looked at Crystal with wide eyes, the woman merely shrugging in response. 

“Doesn’t hurt to ask since we know next to nothing about Y/N’s personal life. For all we know she could be in some sort of serious, committed relationship!” There was a mischievous glint in Dunny’s eyes as she cast a sideways glance at Tobin who had now resorted to chugging the drink that she was holding. 

“Jesus..” Y/N muttered, eyeing her beer again for a moment before quickly chugging it. Many of the women in the room let out whoops and hollers at this newly found talent of Y/N’s as she finished the drink without hesitation. Setting the empty bottle down on the table beside Tobins, Y/N let out a long sigh before relaxing backwards.

“So I’ll take that to mean you’re not pregnant?” Pinoe teased, causing the room to fill with laughter. 

“No, definitely not pregnant and certainly not in some top secret relationship.” She wasn’t sure whether it was the buzz from the beer or the tightening of Tobin’s grip around her waist that let the admission stumble out, but somehow she was glad it did. The team shared surprised glances, seeing inside the life of their fairly private forward for the first time, while Tobin let out a sigh of relief. A sigh that didn’t go undetected by the younger player who was currently leaning into her side. 

“Well if you’re not in a serious relationship now then is there someone you want to be in a relationship with?” The question surprisingly came from Ashlyn this time as the goalie leaned forward in anticipation. 

“Babe!” Ali gasped, quickly reprimanding her wife.

“What? I’m just asking! Because this team is going to need a new power couple and so far the rest of the youngins have failed me.” Hearing Ashlyn’s words, Y/N’s eyes went as wide as Tobin’s had been moments ago as she struggled to somehow speak. A power couple? Before she could form a sentence though, Tobin’s voice snatched the room’s attention. 

“I thought we came in here for team bonding, not team interrogation.” The quip came out more serious than she had meant, her tone low and voice nearly at a growl. Shocked, Ashlyn and others leaned back in their seats, trying to put some distance between themselves and the clearly irritated woman.

“Tobin’s right, let’s play a game.”

Hours speed by like seconds then, what happens is iconic.

How Tobin got in her current position was simple. However, where she was going to go from here seemed much more complex.

See, when Tobin had suggested the girls switch to actual team bonding, Miss Lindsey Horan had been quick to jump on the idea. Ever the scheming gay, Lindsey suggested the girls play Strip Truth or Dare which was certainly just a ploy for her to be able to see Sonnett’s abs. All seemed to go according to plan as after a few targeted questions, Sonnett did in fact end up shirtless. The rest of the game though was much more random and left many of the girls either shirtless or shortless as they shied away from some of their teammates’ more challenging dares. 

“Here you go Tobbito. Give it a spin.” Kelley was grinning mischievously as she handed the empty beer bottle to Tobin who eyed it with distaste. Having opted to take O’Hara’s dare, Tobin now had to spend seven minutes stuck in a tight linen closet with whoever the bottle landed on. It was a classic Kelley style dare as the woman loved to see how far she could push her teammates to go but it was also one that Tobin always turned down. Tonight though, her options were to take the dare or take off her shorts so she regrettably chose the former. 

As the bottle spun around on the table, her teammates watched in excitement. She could feel the girl beside her tense as it slowed and she was damn near sure she felt her heart stop when the bottle finally stilled. Tobin could sense many of her teammates less than thrilled reactions when the bottle stilled and Kelley clearly scrunched her face up in displeasure. 

“The one time I get Tobin to actually do this and I’m not even going to get anything messy? Ugh, fine. Go like, bond for seven minutes or something.” With an air of fake confidence, Tobin stood to her feet and reached her hand out to the other girl who almost grudgingly took it. Tailed by Kelley and her timer, the two somehow settled into the tiny closet together.

She tells a joke, I nearly choke. Next thing I know, I lose control. I finally kiss her but oh no.

“Coincidence seeing you here.” Y/N joked for the second time that day, forcing herself to meet Tobin’s eyes.

“I’d say it wasn’t a coincidence but there’s no way either of us saw this one coming.” Tobin countered, and Y/N nodded her head in agreement as she laughed softly.

“True, because if Kelley had seen this coming she wouldn’t have wasted a dare on it.” 

“Poor Kelley was expecting a show and instead she got us.” Both of the girls laughed at that but Y/N’s laugh caught in her throat as Tobin adjusted her position, accidentally running her hand across Y/N’s exposed thigh in the process.

Blushing profusely, Tobin ducked her head and mumbled some sort of apology as Y/N attempted to shift herself backwards. However, the closeness to the wall caught her off guard and she tumbled forward instead. Out of instinct, Tobin immediately leaned towards Y/N and grabbed the girls waist in an attempt to steady her. But, in the confined space, the action only made it so that the pair were now hovering inches apart as Y/N’s hands pushed against the wall on either side of Tobins head.

“You think you can’t put on a show with me?” Y/N attempted to jest but it came out much closer to a whisper as she shut her eyes, daring not to even glance at the woman who held her waist.

“N-no. It’s just, no one is expecting you of all people to sit in a closet and makeout with a teammate or something.” Tobins response was rushed and stuttered as her eyes darted around Y/N’s face, taking in every freckle and scar.

Maybe it was Tobins stutter, or the feeling of her deep breaths ticking against Y/N’s lips, but something willed Y/N to open her eyes. The bold movements didn’t stop there though as she moved her hands down and brought them so that they were laced together behind Tobins neck.

“I’m tired of following everyone’s expectations.” Her voice was deeper now and any tone of annoyance that should be expected with the sentence was simply absent. 

“Then don’t follow them.” Tobin’s own voice was raspy and daring as she broke eye contact and let her gaze drift down to the other girl’s lips. 

As though the words were the final push she needed, Y/N shifted to her knees and leaned forward, lightly placing her lips against Tobin’s. As she moved to pull away from the kiss, she felt the hands on her waist tighten slightly. Tentatively, Y/N leaned back in to kiss Tobin again and was surprised when she was met halfway. With the girls finally realizing that both sides wanted this, the pressure behind the kiss increased. 

Without hesitation, Tobin pulled Y/N in closer by her hips so that the younger girl was fully straddling her. The kiss was all teeth and tongue as the two clashed against each other, each touch filled with need. 

Tobin wasn’t sure at what point Y/N had leaned back for air, and she was less sure of when she had attached her lips to her teammates neck. What she did know was that between the little sounds that slipped past Y/N’s lips and the way she tugged at Tobin’s hair, she never wanted to stop.

“Tobin…” The defender gasped, head falling backward as Tobin nipped at her newly exposed collarbone. 

She wasn’t sure what she was thinking when she left the marks on Y/N’s neck and it was truly possible that she wasn’t thinking of anything at all. Well, nothing other than the feelings of the other girls muscular thighs under her fingers and the warmth of exposed skin against her lips. Y/N couldn’t place any blame on Tobin though, because at no point would she ever have asked the forward to stop what she was doing. In fact, she was certain that if she could find her voice that she would beg her to do just the opposite. 

The only thing that finally ripped them apart was another voice, an outside voice. 

“Alright idiots, you can come out now.” Kelley yelled, banging twice against the closet door before walking away.

If the two hadn’t been so startled by the interruption, they probably would’ve laughed at the word choice. Instead, they sat together in silence, simply staring into eachothers eyes without moving from their previous position. 

Ultimately it was Y/N who regained her composure first, pulling herself upright. Tobin stayed in her spot on the floor, watching the way Y/N straightened her shirt and ran her fingers through her hair as she took deep breaths in an attempt to steady herself. And then she held out her hand, a silent offer to help Tobin up, which Tobin hesitantly expected. Of course, in the still cramped space, pulling Tobin to stand upright once again put the pair nose to nose. 

Once again, it was Y/N who snapped out of it first. With burning cheeks, she cleared her throat and turned her head away from Tobin as she opened the door to let them out. 

“Took you two long enough.” Ash remarked as the pair made their way back into the lounge area. Without a word, Tobin made a beeline for her spot beside Christen which had remained open. Her best friend gave her an odd look but Tobin simply shook her head in dismissal and Christen didn’t push it any further than that. 

Meanwhile, Y/N just laughed and shrugged her shoulders as she fixed the girls with one of her award winning smiles. In that moment, she found that she was actually grateful for the years of media training that had taught her to force a fake smile as she stood in front of her teammates pretending that watching Tobin just dart to the safety of Christen Press’s side didn’t hurt her in the slightest.

“Yeah well we got a little tangled up.” The team just laughed and thought nothing of the statement, except for Tobin who nearly choked on air at the double meaning of her words.

As much trust as Y/N had in her acting skills, she couldn’t stand to stick around and smile any longer. With a very exaggerated yawn, she happily took her leave and waved goodnight to her ever oblivious teammates. 

It wasn’t until she finally found herself in her own room, cocooned tightly in the warmth of her comfort hoodie and hotel sheets, that she let her smile fall. Because here she was on top of the world, performing at the highest level of women’s soccer like she had always wanted. It had taken so much hard work to get here, but also so much personal sacrifice. Soon the warmth of her blankets was matched by the warmth of the tears that streamed down her face as she laid alone and contemplated just how much of herself she was willing to continue to deny. 

You’re just confused believe her when she says there’s nothing there

“Okay seriously, where is this girl?” Mal whined, looking around for the woman who was usually her partner in crime. 

“Maybe she’s hungover.” Rose mused as her best friend pouted. 

“Well she’s almost late, and she promised she’d go to brunch with us today for our off day.” It was Pinoe who was pouting now, looking very much like someone’s angry grandma and the majority of the team was fighting the urge to laugh. 

“You know if y’all were so worried I was going to be late, you could’ve called.” The girls’ heads all turned in the direction of the voice as their teammate appeared in the hotel lobby. Kelley and her fellow crackhead children let out a long round of wolf whistles and cheers as the young player stepped into the room. 

“Well damn, nevermind. If we had known you were going to come out looking that good, we wouldn’t have complained about you taking so long!” Mal hollered while Y/N giggled and ducked her head, a blush spreading over her cheeks that nearly matched the pink silk tank that she wore. 

When she lifted her head, her eyes made contact with a sparkling pair of brown ones that couldn’t be torn off of her. Tobin somehow couldn’t even summon one of her dashing smiles as she took in Y/N’s ensemble. Without the suit jacket hanging on her shoulders, the outfit would arguably be scandalous for Y/N as she almost purposefully allowed the top to leave little to the imagination.

“Quit gawking you gays and get to the cars, I need coffee.” Y/N laughed as she tossed her hair over her shoulder and clicked past the girls, linking her arm with Mals and heading out the doors.

When the girls did get to brunch, they filled the little cafe up with the sounds of their laughter and conversation. As Y/N joked around with Mal and Sonnett, she’d occasionally glance up to find her favorite pair of brown eyes struggling to look away from her. Focusing on the latte she was sipping, she allowed herself to think of the night before, of the feelings of Tobin’s nails scraping her thighs, of her lips ghosting across her neck, of her tongu-

“Oh my GOD, Y/N!” Startled, Y/N nearly dropped her coffee as she looked up like a deer in headlights at Crystal whose jaw was nearly on the floor. 

“What?” She questioned, confused as to why Crystal and now more of her teammates were looking at her as though she’d sprouted a second head. 

“Where the hell did those come from?!” Sonnett half shouted, her cold fingers brushing against Y/N’s collarbone. Flinching away, the young player looked to see what the girls were staring at. When she saw them, she both internally laughed and cursed. Right on her collarbone were two dark bruises, now completely visible to everyone as her blazer had since shifted to the side and off her shoulder.

“Who in the hell gave you hickeys?” Kelley hissed, growing very protective of the young girl.

“Huh? Ohhhh, these? I don’t know. Must be from the ball Tobin nailed me with at practice yesterday.” This time, Tobin actually did choke, sputtering on her coffee. Luckily it was only Y/N who noticed the reaction, doing her best to keep an innocent face as her teammates struggled to accept her lie.

“Are you sure? Because those look a lot like hickeys to me.” Lindsey challenged as she looked at her longtime teammate who just chuckled and shrugged.

“Well I guess you’d certainly know, wouldn’t you?” Y/N teased, of course referencing the array of bruises that Sonnett had left all over Lindsey’s chest on her last Portland visit. Lindsey and Sonnett both went wide eyed and turned bright red.

“This isn’t about me!” Lindsey attempted to counter but it was too late, the girls had already caught on and were fully invested in this new discovery.

Sighing deeply, Y/N pulled her blazer back into its place as she tuned back into the conversation at the table. Mal was still eyeing her with a slightly skeptical look but other than that, Y/N was in the clear. 

That was until they got back to the hotel.

“Alright, fess up.” Mal fixed Y/N with a pointed look as they walked into their hotel room. 

“To what?” She questioned, sitting down on the edge of the bed to kick off her heels. 

“Where did those actually come from?” Pointing an accusatory finger, Mal jumped onto the bed beside her best friend. 

“I already told y’all at brunch. We were at practice yesterday and I accidentally stepped wrong and took a ball to the chest from Tobin.” Y/N grumbled the excuse in a dismissive fashion as she finally got her heels off and turned to sit cross legged on the bed facing Mal.

“Please, I’d sooner believe that Tobin ACTUALLY gave them to you herself before I believe you accidentally stepped in front of a ball.” Mal snorted, not realizing at first the way that her bestfriends face completely flushed. 

“What?” The forward asked, finally realizing that Y/N had gone completely silent.

“Nothing.” Y/N simply whispered back, focusing on the pink polish on her fingernails. Mal stared at her in confusion, trying to figure out what was going on and why she’d suddenly shut down. As Mal mentally rewound the conversation in her head, she realized exactly what it was he had said.

“Holy shit, Y/N/N! You’re not seriously telling me tha-”

“NO!” Y/N yelled with the full force of her chest, startling the small girl in front of her. “No, I’m not telling you anything.” Her voice was lowered to a whisper this time as she still refused to look up at Mal whose jaw was currently dropped to the floor.

“Okay so if you’re not telling me anything then I guess we’ll have to talk about another situation.” Y/N looked up now, eyeing her friend suspiciously.

“Hypothetically speaking,” Mal began and Y/N nearly laughed. “Could those bruises on your neck that are totally not hickeys be from one Tobin Heath.”

“Hypothetically?” 

“Hypothetically.” 

“Then yes, hypothetically.” Y/N was certain that Mal’s eyes were near the point of falling out of her head at how wide eyed she’s gone. In fact, it would’ve been humorous if she wasn’t engaged in an internal civil war. What on god’s green earth was she admitting to?

“Hypothetically, this was during team bonding night? In the closet?” The irony wasn’t lost on her now but she nodded in confirmation regardless.

“Okay… but why does it matter this much? You’re not ga-”

“Hypothetically!” Y/N hissed, wanting to, needing to, hold this false sense of anonymity for some time longer.

“Okay, okay. Well, hypothetically speaking, you’ve never had a girlfriend and you’ve never even kissed a girl?” Mal questioned, tilting her head to the side in confusion as she attempted to connect dots.

“Never. It’s always been boys but I mean I never dated much anyways because of soccer…. Hypothetically.” Y/N admitted, fixating on the way the pink flakes of nailpolish fell from her fingertips.

“Alright. So if you’re not gay, why does it matter so much?” 

“Hypothetically, I don’t know. Hell, realistically I don’t know.” She finally conceded, her head falling into her hands as her voice cracked.

“Hey, hey, babygirl come here.” Mal opened her arms and pulled her best friend into her, running her hands gently through the hair as they rocked together slowly.

“It’s okay Y/N/N, you’re probably just confused right now.” She knew it was supposed to be reassuring but somehow it felt like the exact opposite.

“Confused?” Y/N asked, sniffling as she sat with her head buried into Mal’s chest. The other girl simply hummed in response as she continued to play with Y/N’s hair, attempting to find the words to say. 

“Mhm, it’s probably been a while since you’ve been with anyone and Tobin gave you what you wanted, y'know? It probably doesn’t mean anything. I mean, I’ve kissed Rose a hundred times playing silly games like that with the team but that doesn’t mean that it has to mean anything. You’re just confused and overthinking it all right now, there’s nothing there.” 

And that was that. Neither girl said anything else. They just sat like that for the rest of their evening, Y/N wrapped securely in Mal’s arms as they laid together in the silence of the room. That was, until Mal got up to go to dinner. A dinner Y/N refused to go to as she stayed in bed, saying that she didn’t feel so great. She would blame the mimosas at brunch but somehow she knew it was something or someone else that had her stomach turning.

It’s never worth it when you’re Little Miss Perfect…

It turns out Y/N was confused.

She was confused at breakfast, confused during warmups, and even confused on the pitch during practice. 

It didn’t take long for her teammates to pick up on it as they watched their normally hyperactive forward hardly jog after the ball. Her passes were sloppy and her defense was weak, a clear sign that her head was in the clouds.

“Y/N, here!” Vlatko called from the sidelines, pointing at the spot beside him. Y/N jogged off the pitch and over to her coach who nodded for her to sit down on the bench. Tailing her were a pair of trainers, fixed on taking her temperature and checking for injuries to try deduce if there was a physical ailment holding her back. 

“It’s nothing,” Y/N sighed, shaking off the worried hands and eyes fixated on her. “I’m just having an off day Coach, I’ll be alright.” Vlatko nodded his head in understanding but couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t being told the whole truth. 

“No, I know you, this isn’t just an off day for you to push through.” His words were firm in his normal, coaching way, but there was a gentleness behind it that he often reserved for the young star. Having played for Vlatko in the NWSL over the years had curated a strong coach and player relationship between the two that was now proving to be as important off the pitch it was on.

“It’s not benefiting anyone for you to be out there if you’re off like that, we don’t need you getting hurt or hurting someone else. Why don’t you change out and rest or see Hacker. You can rejoin us at weights this evening.” It may have seemed to be a question but there was a finality to Vlatko’s words, implying that he wasn’t about to take no for an answer. 

In response, Y/N simply nodded and trudged off to the locker room where she grabbed her bag and didn’t even bother to change. With a halfhearted wave to her concerned teammates, she loaded herself into the van and let the staffer drive her back to the hotel. While the suggestion of going to see the team’s psychologist still stood, Y/N was certain she’d much rather prefer the comfort of her hotel bed than the judgemental eyes of Hacker. 

And that’s where she stayed, once again cocooned in her blankets and hiding from the outside world. 

It’s only for a little bit, I just need a break, was what she told herself. It’s also what she told her troubled teammates as they slowly filtered back from the field, peaking their heads in to check on her. One by one they all did this, peaking in to see how she was holding up. 

All of them but one. 

She wasn’t going to say that it bothered her, but it did. Of course it did. How could it not? Tobin was one of her best friends and checking up on her would be the best friend thing to do, right?

Coincidentally, that was the same argument Tobin was having in her head as she stood outside of room 117. 

Though, her argument was more: could she control herself not to say or do something stupid while checking up on Y/N, the girl who is supposed to only be her close friend and teammate, when they’re there in her hotel room alone. 

The simple answer was no. Ever since the incident in the closet, ironically enough Tobin thought, the two girls had avoided each other like the plague as they attempted to tackle dealing with everything going on. Though, in truth, Tobin didn’t want to ignore her teammate. She missed her smile, her laugh, and everything else about her that had molded her to grow into the star that she was. 

But that was the real problem, wasn’t it? Everything Tobin loved about Y/N were the same traits that made it impossible to get a hand on her. Those traits that she loved like her contagious laughter and smiles, her focus and ambition, her drive to be the best that she could be but never pushing down anyone in her way. She was perfectly convinced that these traits were everything that the world had come to see and idolize her for as well, putting her on a pedestal that was far beyond Tobin’s reach. 

Because even if by some chance she was gay and liked Tobin,  Y/N was the football worlds Little Miss Perfect and there was no way she would risk that title for someone like Tobin. Right?

So, friends it is. 

And friends check on friends.

So Tobin knocked. 

She figured it would be unlocked, that after a day of being pestered by her teammates, Y/N would have just left the door open so that they could come and go. But it wasn’t. 

The door was locked and there was knocking, which meant an emotionally exhausted Y/N was forced to find her footing and open it. When she did, she wished she could close it. 

Standing eye to eye with Tobin Powell Heath was perhaps one of the most terrifying things a human being could experience.

When you add the fact that Y/N fully knew she looked as though she had been run over by a bus, this experience somehow became scarier. She had no fancy clothes or makeup to shield her from Tobin’s pensive stares or a USWNT crest on her chest to boost her ever shaking confidence. 

Standing in that doorway, it was just Y/N and Tobin. 

“Hey…” Tobin muttered, somehow daring to be the first to break the silence between the two.

“Hi.” Y/N whispered in response as she slowly stepped aside to open the door wider, a silent invitation for the forward to enter the room 

The tense silence ensued as the pair both crossed into the room, the only interruption being the soft click as the hotel door locked back into place behind them. 

“I’m sorry.” Tobin finally managed, standing with her back against the wall and crossing her arms in close to her chest. Y/N took a moment to observe the pose as it felt unusual for her to see Tobin so tense and lacking her regular chilled expressions. Unknowingly to her though, Tobin was taking this silence as a moment to do the same, watching closely as Y/N settled herself onto the edge of the bed, her small frame practically swallowed by the large, thin cotton shirt she had certainly stolen from Sam’s suitcase. 

“Oh it’s fine, I’m feeling much better now. I just haven’t been sleeping well and really needed to be up here and rest.” If the forward wasn’t easily fooled by Y/N’s dismissive response or her tight lipped smile, the way that she couldn’t bring herself to look up into Tobin’s eyes completely gave her away.

“That’s not what I’m talking about.” Y/N’s gaze flitted upwards now, a small storm of panic flashing in her eyes as Tobin spoke.

Did they really want to go there right now? 

“I know everything from the other night must have confused you and it didn’t mean anything-” Crack.

Apparently so.

“-but it was just a game and Kelley is stupid so like don’t worry about it. I mean, if you need to keep avoiding me-”

“Shut up, Tobin.” Y/N”s voice barely reached above a whisper, not nearly loud enough to interrupt Tobin’s continuous rambling.

“-because you’re disgusted or whatever so like it’s fine if-”

“Tobin.” Still soft.

“And I can just give you space or whatever you need so yo-”

“Tobin!” This time, Tobin stops. Now standing mere feet away from Tobin and looking, well, frustrated, Y/N stood within reach of the forward who currently resembled a deer in headlights.

“For the love of God, please shut up.” Y/N sighed, pinching at the bridge of her nose in frustration. 

“I-I’m sorry, I’ll just g-”

“No!” In a flash, Y/N reached out and snatched Tobin’s wrist before she could fully turn to walk away.

“No, no. It’s just, God, I’m sorry.” Releasing the other woman’s wrist, she stepped back slowly, shakily. 

“What? What for?” Tobin was rubbing her sore wrist, ignoring the tingling heat that spread up her arm from the touch, while fixing Y/N with a questioning look. Hadn’t she been the one who came in here to apologize? Why was it that she was the one saying sorry instead? 

“Just, everything I guess? I shouldn’t have pushed you to play that night or gone to the closet with you or, yeah. Yeah.” Her back was to Tobin now, not wanting her to see her face as it was taking everything she had just to hold back the tears she knew were threatening to choke her up. 

“Hey, no, it’s okay. What’s that thing Kelley always says, it takes two to tango or whatever?” Y/N couldn’t help but snort at how on brand the comment was. In such a tense moment, leave it to Tobin to awkwardly quote one of their stupid teammates because she couldn’t find her own words.

“Yeah, that’s it.”

“See, it’s okay. So if you need to keep avoiding me than I understand that because I know you need space because you’re disgusted by m-”

“Wait, what?” Interrupting Tobin seemed to be a theme now as Y/N spun on her heels to face the woman, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“I said I understand that you need space?” Tobin repeated, not quite getting the confusion of her words.

“No, not that. The other part, about being d…” She trailed off, not quite liking the taste of the word in her mouth.

“Disgusted? The part about you being disgusted by me?” A look of dismay washed over Y/N’s face and Tobin was rather taken aback by the glint of sadness that flashed in her eyes. 

“You think that I’m disgusted by you now, Tobes?” The nickname rolled sweetly off her tongue and straight to Tobin’s heart. Everything in Y/N’s body was screaming at her. How could she do this? How could she make her favorite person in the entire world think that she was disgusted by her?

“I mean, yeah? I figured since we kissed and you avoided me like the plague after that you just wanted nothing to do with me.” Tobin admitted, her gaze falling down to her hands where she anxiously twisted at her rings.

Then, much to Tobins surprise, Y/N laughed. It wasn’t her normal laugh, the full bellied cackle that the team had gotten so used to hearing echo across the pitch, nor was it her interview laugh, the kind that held an air of politeness and rang like little silver bells. This laugh was something that could only be described as rueful. 

“I could never be disgusted by you.” It was Tobin’s turn to now look at Y/N in confusion, and if Y/N wasn’t so close to tears she probably would’ve laughed at the way Tobs tilted her head like a little puppy. Tobin though, was deeply perplexed. She reasoned with herself that perhaps she hadn’t heard her right, as the other woman’s voice had once again become just the shadow of a whisper.

“What?” Another rueful chuckle came from Y/N now as she finally removed her eyes from the floor and looked up into Tobin’s, stripping back any boundary of emotion left standing between the two.

“I said that I could never be disgusted with you. Maybe with myself, but never with you.” Tobin’s confusion softened, whether it was her words or their closeness, she couldn’t be sure.

“But, you’ve been avoiding me ever since… wait, disgusted with yourself?” The corner of Y/N’s lips ticked up ever so slightly, finding herself somewhat amused that Tobin would think that her avoidance was at all her fault.

“I have been, and I’m sorry for that. It wasn’t your fault, the avoidance I mean, that was on me because honestly I was disgusted with myself and everything I was feeling, I guess?” The admittance came out rather sloppily, Y/N’s words hardly stitching themselves together into coherent sentences. 

“Feelings?” Tobin’s voice was the soft one now, barely daring to question what she thought she was hearing. 

“Yeah, feelings. I mean, I’m this football golden girl who has always done everything for her love of soccer and now suddenly I can’t even trust myself to be close to my best friend? I think that warrants a little disgust.” Y/N sounded somewhere between defeated and distraught. 

“Why couldn’t you trust yourself to be close to me?” Tobin echoed her friends last sentence, her voice nothing but a low rasp and she took a step away from the wall and further into her friend’s space, eyes full of concern and… something more. 

“Because,” Y/N swallowed harshly as Tobin stepped closer, somehow noting that behind her legs was the end of her bed and that she was practically pinned in her current position. 

“Because I can’t trust myself. I meant what I said in that closet, Tobin. I love everything that football has given to me and I am so thankful for my platform but I am so sick of these expectations.” Tobin was nearly toe to toe with her now and Y/N was holding solid eye contact as she talked, sputtering out her sentences as her breathing turned shallow. 

“I meant what I said too, it’s amazing how you are who you are but…” At this point, the two were close enough now that their bodies were nearly pressed together and Y/N could hardly keep her knees from giving out.

“…if you don’t want to follow their expectations,” Tobin’s hands were on Y/N hips now, her thumbs gently brushing over her hipbone as the rest of her fingertips dug gently into her barely covered skin. 

“Don’t.” 

Without another word, Y/N’s hand grasped the front of Tobin’s shirt and pulled her in so harshly that their chests collided and Y/N’s knees gave way, causing both women to collapse to the bed beneath them. Their bodies seamlessly fit together as their lips met for the second time. Unlike the kiss in the closet, this kiss wasn’t based in lust or in need, but in passion. Moving together, the pair continued this kiss until Y/N’s head was spinning, though she wasn’t sure if it was from the forwards touch or the lack of oxygen. Tobin certainly felt it too as she reluctantly pulled away, biting softly on Y/N’s bottom lip before finally letting go, causing a soft whine to come from the girl beneath her.

But in that moment, with Tobin hovering above her with swollen lips and her hazel eyes staring down at her softly, Y/N decided that if loving someone is never worth it when your little miss perfect, that maybe she needed to find a new title. 

Because Tobin Heath? Tobin Heath was worth it.

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i swear to every god that exists i do not know what drugs i was on when i was writing this but this is so long and such a damn piece of work. hope you liked it and managed to get to the end oops?

#tobin heath imagine #tobin heath x reader #uswnt imagine #woso imagine #uswnt fanfic

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Walk Away - Billy Hargrove × Plus size reader

Guys this could have a part two if you wanted it.

Short description - Reader has been dating Billy and he asks her to keep it a secret, his friends embarrass her at a party and they end up breaking up.

Pairing – Billy Hargrove x Plus Size Fem reader

Warnings – Swearing, Angst (or at least I tried), bullying, fatshaming, name calling – it’s just a mess.

Au Note – This is the first time in a while posting something on here, feedback would be great.

I do requests – My requests are open for all characters on Stranger Things and some Marvel characters.

Word count – uh, no idea to be honest?

Please enjoy and sorry if this is shite, literally wrote it in an hour and decided to post it, have been feeling all down in the dumps. Again, sorry if its terrible.

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“(y/n), are you sure we were invited?” Sandy, my best friend asks. “And not just invited so they can make fun of us?” She added, nervously chewing on her bottom lip. I took a deep breath, looking at the house across the street to where Billy invited me, my Billy, my secret boyfriend for the past few months, Billy. ‘King of the school’, Billy.

 “Billy gave me this address and a time-" Sandy cut me off, scoffing. “That asshole has been nothing but terrible to you since you started being lab partners.” Did I mention that she doesn’t know we’re dating? “And then he leaves this piece of paper in your locker, why? Because he wants to hang out? I think not, it’s a bad idea, I think we should go.”

Her words get to me, and not being able to tell her we’ve been dating for weeks now is a big deal, but I dont think he would invite me and then do something bad, would he?

 “Okay, how about you wait in the car and I’ll go in quickly and be back out in like twenty minutes?” I try to negotiate with her, she’s thinking about it. “fine, but if you’re not out in twenty minutes or less I’m coming to get you.” I nod, watching as she walks back to the car. “Twenty minutes.” She yells after me.

 I try to smile, to be amused by her but my nerves are getting to me. I adjust my sweater and pull it tight around my stomach, a terrible habit I needed to get rid of. “You can do this.” I try to give myself a pep talk but I’m failing, still, I manage to move my feet and before I know it I’m inside, pushing through people to get to the middle of the house, searching for those blonde locks.

 I see him in the kitchen, talking to Meghan, a super skinny cheerleader in my maths class. She’s sitting on the counter in the kitchen with her legs wrapped around Billy's waist. I feel the jealousy burn through my body, followed along with a terrible hurt feeling.

 Before I could process the fact that he’s leaning into her, talking directly in her ear with his hand landing on her hip, a pair of hands clamp around my shoulders.

 “I fucking knew it!” Tommy H yells over my shoulder, pushing me towards the kitchen. “Carol, you owe me ten bucks.” I see Carol turn and we make eye contact while Tommy is still pushing me forward. Billy turns his attention away from Meghan and as soon as he sees me he steps away from her, sporting a very confused look on his face. A few of their other friends join us in the kitchen when Tommy shoves me a bit hard and I need to catch myself on the counter.

 I feel unshed tears burning my eyes as I take in what’s happening. “See, I told you this fat loser is like, in love with Billy.” Carol says, turning to Meghan who scrunched up her nose while looking at me. “Disgusting.” She spits and everyone starts laughing, and to my surprise, so does Billy, but it somehow doesn’t reach his eyes.

 “I should go.” I mumble, trying to turn to leave. “Already? But you just got here.” Tommy says, slinging his arm over my shoulder, hand grabbing so hard he’s probably going to leave a bruise. I try to pull away, “Come on man, you’re hurting her.” Another friend says who I recognize as Adam, a nicer one of the people surrounding me.

 I see Billy’s eyes flash to my shoulder and then at Tommy’s face, he looks like he wants to say something, “Yeah man, just let her go, she’s not worth our time.” He mumbles, turning to get another drink.

 “No, Tommy is right, she just got here. Please, have a drink.” Meghan says, stepping forward and throwing her drink in my face. I gasp, stepping back and trying to clear my eyes. I feel her hands on my shoulders and then she pushes me, I fall back, landing straight on my back and hitting my head.

 “Enough!” Billy’s voice booms through the kitchen. I open my eyes, staring up at the ceiling, seeing stars. My head hurts and I try to focus when hands grab at my shoulders to try to help me sit up. “We’re just joking around.” Meghan says, stunned by his outburst. I see Billy look down at me, sitting up on the floor staring at him, waiting for him to stand up for me, to help me up and hopefully take me home. But all he does is smile, “Yeah, but we wouldn’t want to kill her or injure her badly, her uncle is the sherriff, remember?”

 Whispers break out and I let the tears go, streaming down my face as I stare at someone I thought I could love, someone I thought I understood, someone I was willing to be kept a secret for because I believed his stupid excuse of not wanting a girlfriend right now because of the terrible stuff that’s happening with his dad.

 “What the fuck are you staring at? Get up and get the fuck out, I’m sick of seeing your face.” His eyes are pleading with me, begging me to take the chance and run. I sob at his terrible words, I can’t help it. A hand reaches out for me to help me stand and I look up into the eyes of Steve, Harrington, the former ‘king of the school’ with Nancy by his side.

 “Let me help you up.” His voice is soft and people are watching, waiting for my response. I look up at Billy again and I think I’m going to hate the color of his eyes for the rest of my life. He’s waiting for me as well, waiting to see what I’m going to do.

 I reach out and take Steve’s hand, cringing when I pull my shirt away from my chest. “Is your head okay?” Nancy asks, stepping closer. I flinch at her hand reaching for my head, “I’m fine.” I croak out and turn to leave, walking out the front door.

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“You guys are a bunch of fucking assholes!” Steve yells at his friends, Billy turns and takes the two shots of clear vodka he poured into the shot glasses for Meghan and himself before he slips out the back door while his ‘friends' are fighting inside.

 He feels his heart hammering inside his chest while he runs around the house, seeing your figure walking away from the house he actually feels his heart break at the way you looked at him, the sob that left your mouth, the sound your head made when it made contact with the floor beneath you.

 He knows he’s a dick, a terrible person if you must, keeping you hidden away, all to himself. But he swears he’s only doing it to protect you, there’s only a few months of high school left and then he can take you away from here, to a new state, a new city. Take you away from the horrible people here, people he somehow became friends with.

 He’s protecting you.

 --

 “(y/n), wait, shit, baby are you okay?” Billy stops me, standing in front of me, but I can’t get myself to look into his eyes, maybe if I walked faster I could’ve made it to the car without him getting to me first, but I didn’t expect him to come to me in the first place.

 He reaches for me, hand lifting my head up to look at him. His worried expression amuses me. I slowly reach up and take his wrist, pulling him away from me.

 “You should go, your friends are waiting.” I don’t have it in me, not one mean bone, not any feeling that I need to hurt him back.

 His frown is deep, “Baby, what the hell are you doing here?” he’s bending forward so he can look me in the eyes. My head hurts, I’m soaking wet and all I want to do is leave.

 “You asked me to be here.” He’s shaking his head, “When? I never asked you to come here.” I can’t get the picture of Meghans legs wrapped around him out of my head. “Are you fucking her?” I blurt out, stepping away from him. “Who?” he asks, trying to reach for me again, but my delayed anger is kicking in.

 I feel my cheeks blush as I think back to everything that happened. “Meghan, are you fucking her?” he doesn’t answer straight away and I feel another sob break through me.

 “You know what, you ruined my fucking life here! Yeah, I’ve always been fat and a loser but at least everyone left me the fuck alone, until you came around, until you started showing interest in me! I never wanted to be with you, you’re a fucking asshole and you made me fall in love with you, now I have all these feelings towards you that I don’t want to feel because I literally never want to see you again.” I’m out of breath by the end of it.

 His eyes are glistening while he stares down at me, my chest is heaving and my clothes still sticking to me.

 “You love me?” he’s frowning.

 “Yes, unfortunately I fucking love you, you made me care for you and then you treat me like shit in front of your friends, watch them abuse me me and torture me and make fun of me while doing nothing!” I’m yelling at him. Then a car door slams and I hear feet running up to us.

 “(Y/n), oh my god what happened?” Sandy’s voice is loud and I jump at the sudden intrusion. “What the fuck did you do to her?” she’s yelling at Billy now. “It wasn’t him, it was his fucked up friends.”

 “He just stood there and watched.” I mumble, looking at him as his face falls and something stirs in my chest seeing him turn emotional.

 I take my car keys from Sandy and turn to leave,

 “I won’t ever be good enough.” He says and I stop, causing Sandy to stop next to me, silencing her ramblings I didn’t ever hear. “You’re too good for me, I’ve said this over and over. I keep this private and I keep this between us because I don’t want people ruining that, like they did tonight.”

 I turn and walk up to him, “They didn’t ruin this, you did.” I say, poking his chest.

 “I love you too.”

 His eyes are so sincere that I get lost in them for a moment, not missing the exaggerated gasp leaving my friends mouth after his confession. I shake my head, “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to treat me like shit, turn around, say you love me and expect things to be okay.”

 “You don’t get to hurt me anymore.”

 “No!” his voice is loud, “you don’t get to tell me you love me and then walk away from me, from us. You don’t get to let me think I have a person who cares and then walk away from me, I need you.” He’s begging me now.

 “I do get to love you, and I also do get to walk away from something that’s hurting me.” I let him take my hand, “You’re hurting me, Billy. You’re keeping me a secret because you’re ashamed of me, that’s not fair because I would never in my life do that to you, or another person.” I reach for his face, “I would never want you to feel the way I did in there because I love you, but I don’t ever want to feel that again so I think it’s my turn to walk away, pretend nothing happened and walk away.”

 I move to leave but he pulls me back, “How can you say that!? How can you walk away from someone you love.” He’s pushing my hair behind my ear, searching my face for an answer.

 “How can I not walk away? Because if you loved me you wouldn’t be ashamed to tell people that you’re with me, you wouldn’t let them treat me like that, you wouldn’t sleep with other people. It’s time I take care of myself.” I pull my hand out of his.

 “I’ll go in there right now and tell everyone that you’re my girl, that I love you and I want to marry you someday.” He’s begging again, and I can’t help the way my breath hitches when he mentions he wants to marry me, at the way he calls me his girl.

 I step forward and kiss his cheek one last time, I don’t know if it’s my tears or his I taste on my lips.

 “Its too late for that. Goodbye Billy.”

 He’s grabbing my hands and trying to pull me back but I get my hand free, “(y/n) wait! Please, please don’t leave me, (y/n) I’m sorry! I’m a fucking idiot and a coward and I’m so fucking sorry! (Y/n) I love you please, please don’t do this.”

 I’m ignoring him as I close my door and lock it, starting the car, he’s banging on the window as I pull away, surprised and relieved that I didn’t run him over in the process.

 “I know you probably don’t want to talk right now, but .... what the fuck just happened! Why are you wet! What is going on!” Sandy yells.

 “I just broke up with my boyfriend.”

 “What!”

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Missing Part 3

A/N: Female reader, I’ve had this needing to be edited for like so long.

Summary: Gustave and Taina finally reunite with you but it doesn't go exactly the way they had hoped.

Word count: 1839 

Warnings: Canon typical violence

AO3 Part 1 Part 2

Taina wasn't lying when she said she could cut that time in half. If Gustave hadn't spent the last three years getting used to your driving he would have been clinging on to dear life. Speed limits were suggestions and by god was she ignoring them. Halfway there, Gustave had an alert on his phone pop up. It had only taken about twenty minutes for Miles to get them the files he had requested. "It's the human trafficking case."

"Anything stick out?" Tania asked over her shoulder before turning down the music just a tad. Gustave continued to scan the work.

"It seemed almost everyone got locked away, a lot of them didn't get out away on the human trafficking charges but meth manufacturing charges."

"How long were they put away for?" Gustave paused as he looked after about seven different names.

"Eight years."

"Shit which means it could be them, but how did they find out about her being in America? I can't imagine it's very popular information." The car sped up considerably as they cleared a corner onto a long empty road.

"John Mathewwaters," Gustave mumbled under his breath, his face scrunching up as he continued to read the rest of the file. "He's the credited man in charge of all of this but he only stayed in prison for two years despite being sentenced to forty."

"Porra." Taina cursed out. Someone like that would definitely have the resources and information to be able to track you down.

"Surely he would have done so earlier? If I'm reading this correctly she's only referred to as The Asset. They seem to have gone to considerable lengths to protect her identity. Unless you already knew who she was I can't imagine knowing anything from this."

A location on Gustave's phone popped up, an intersection. Taina glanced over to it for a moment, ten minutes away.

Keeping you at red lights as long as possible.

A text from Meghan popped up and silently the pair of them thanked her.

"You said you have been to America with her before?"

"A few times, we spent a holiday here, a road trip driving over the country."

"And never did anyone approach or attack you?"

"Never. I would have brought it up if someone had." The pair of them went silent after that, Taina didn't have any more questions at that moment.

Taina drove ever faster, yet careful not to be reckless. "K spotted." Gustave's eyes flashed up to the windscreen to see your car. With their tinted windows, there was no way for you to know it was them. Now they had to decide on their exact course of action. They had the opinion of trying to stop your or waiting until you next stopped, tailing you. The mental debate that Gustave had started was answered by Taina when she slowed down, putting a decent distance between the pair of you. Just far enough not to be too suspicious but close enough to keep an eye on you.

The Corolla in front of them mocked Gustave. So close yet so far away, so many questions unanswered. How would you react when you saw them? Anger? Would you avoid them? Happiness? Would you see them as support? Guilt? Had you betrayed Rainbow and everything you had stood for? The questions gnawed at Gustave's core. He needed to know.

The white car moved forward through the intersection, the light had been continuously green yet as he watched your car move he couldn't help but see everything in slow motion. His eyes flickered to the side, the black Jeep didn't stop at the right light as it ploughed forward. You didn't have time to move, not that it would have mattered, the Jeep would have corrected any course changes you had made. There was a hard crunch as it smashed into the back of your car.

"Merda!" Taina slammed on the brakes as she watched the scene in front of them unfold. Your car spun to the side as the Jeep continued forward, this was no accident, that much was obvious. It continued to push your small white car forward. All cars around came to a stop, rubbernecking at the incident. So when another Jeep came barreling in the opposite direction it was obvious that there was a purpose. On the other side of the road and seconds ticked by as it swerved into the line of the white car. A sickening crunch that had Gustave's chest drop filled the air. If you had been in an American car, it would have been game over. Saved only by the fact that you were on the right side of the car rather than the left.

Time sped up again as the Jeeps stopped their movements and a group of men piled out of the Jeeps. Guns. That was the first thing Taina's trained eyes went to. The automatic weapons were strapped to their chests with no identification at all. They weren't any type of government. Gustave and Taina moved at the same time. The sound of their doors clicked open together. Gustave found his way to the back seat where it held their vests while Taina went to the trunk for their weapons. With the way the enemy was packing, they would need it. These guys weren't amateurs.

There wasn't any focus on Taina or Gustave as they set up, all focus on your car while any civilians fled the scene, some peering out from the safety of shop windows. In the middle of the intersection, they set up a circle around your crunched car. Gustave set up his MP5 behind their car. The ACOG sight gave him the needed zoom for him to line up but at their angle, he couldn't get a glimpse of you, and neither could Taina. The M12 in her hands weighed as they waited for the enemy to move. Both Taina and Gustave knew that once they had identified themselves as part of the fight, there was no going back.

Slowly two men approached your door. One held onto the handle while the other aimed his gun up. With a nod, a swift motion came as he yanked the door open. Two shots ran out through the air. The man in front of the door went flying through that air and slammed down onto the ground. The man who had opened the door had his head flick back, a line of blood splattered into the air and his body smashed back into the asphalt- motionless. Both Taina and Gustave knew that sound rather well, the familiar sound of your unsuppressed shotgun. Which meant you were very much still alive and kicking.

Everyone jumped into action as the man ran towards the now open door in urgency. The two Rainbow operatives worked together in unison, their guns roaring to life as they started to take them down. "I'm going in closer." Taina yelled over the gunfire right as Gustave found his mark in one of the man's head.

"Covering you!" Without coms, it would be harder for them to communicate when separated but they could manage. Taina stuck to the shadows of the cars, both you and Gustave drawing attention while she kept up on the men- her pistol being put to good use keeping her location a secret.

As she neared your vehicle she could hear the telltale sound of your pistol, using it where your shotgun didn't have the range. The battlefield went quiet all of a sudden. Gustave couldn't spot any more enemies and neither could you. Ever so slowly you dragged yourself out of the crumpled car, pistol in your hand while the shotgun was now strapped to your back. "K." Taina purposely gave away her position as she rounded the corner to not startle you. Yet you moved without hesitation, your pistol raised and firing at her. "Stand down! Hold your fire." She hissed out, ducking back around the corner.

"Piss off lady!" Your voice called out, it was choked, tired and coarse. Her head tilted slightly as she listened for your steps, the limp in your legs obvious as you slightly dragged your leg. Just as you rounded the corner, shogun in hand she grabbed it, forcing it to the sky while it went off. Muscle memory ruled your body as your elbowed her face but in the process lost your gun which was tossed to the side. Taina's fists caught your face and you tucked down punching down into her lower torso. A few grunts left her lips but she used your lowered form to her advantage. Hiking up on the car she gained height and swung a leg around your throat.

She didn't want to knock you out but for the sake of her own safety, she would. The clawing of your nails against her pants made little purchase as you gasped out, her body leaning on the car for support. In a second of desperation and clarity, your hand raised ever higher and subconsciously found the knife attached to her leg. In one swift movement, you yanked it out and sliced it against the leg around your throat.

Blood trickled down her leg and you slammed the knife into her thigh causing her grip to loosen. "Filho da puta!" Taina swore as pain screamed throughout her body, the wetness of the slice covering her leg and your chest before you ducked down to escape. But the shadow of someone stopped you.

"Stop." With hardened eyes, the revolver aimed at your head. He didn't want to pull the trigger, he wasn't sure if he could do it but his training overrode that screaming inside of his chest. His focus was protecting Taina at the moment, not whatever conflicting feelings he had about you.

"Fuck." You groaned out and slumped against one of the Jeeps. "Go on then, get it over and done with then huh." You egged him on. "That's what you're here for huh? Just don't miss. I don't think your sweetheart over there is looking too hot." Your head gestured to Taina who started to lean against the car in an attempt to prevent the blood from coming from her wound. She was smart enough to know not to pull the knife from her leg despite the pain it caused her.

His brief flicker of eyes to Taina was at it took, so used to listening to your voice, your callouts, he did it subconsciously. That one second was all your needed. The fire of your pistol forced Gustave to fall to the side for cover. As your rose from the ground, your eyes were on Gustave as-

SMACK!

The butt of Taina's pistol collided with your head and you fell towards the ground, one of her arms reached out to grab you in the process. "Clear." Her voice groaned out and Gustave came back into view. The pair of them shared an expression, both trying to process what just happened.

#rainbow six siege #r6s #doc x reader #gustave kateb

[the-empress-7]

I swear if Charles still invites these two pieces of absolute sh!t to his coronation… it would be a dumb decision and wouldn't bode well for the rest of his reign point. blank. period. If they are invited, I don't think there is a way around Meghan not wearing the robes or tiara. She simply has to. The press will just focus on her second big tiara moment. Imagine her getting that kind of glory after all she has done?

And you know what will be really annoying? Harry will be so desperate for an invite behind the scenes and absolutely pissed if he isn't invited, but if he does go he'll just put on an act for the cameras like he doesn't really want to be there. Like Charles forced him to go and he's fulfilling his duty. He has to remind everyone that he is still Diana's son and isn't on board with any of that monarchy nonsense 🙄 He will mumble and unenthusiastically sing God Save the King like he did during QEII funeral and frown like a big grumpy baby the whole time. That's the thanks Charles will get for inviting them and he would deserve it. Ugh just thinking about it annoys the heck out of me.

Which is why I am not remotely excited about the Coronation.

[magicsuga]

!!!

#meghan's mumblings #evan buckley #buck buckley #911 #911 abc #bi #bisexual #911 on abc

[daydreaming---barelybreathing]

I've still never watched an episode of Miraculous Ladybug but every post I see of Chst Noir just gives me Odd Della Robbia vibes. My rewatch of Code Lyoko doesn't help the vibes either.

#Can someone tell me if I'm right? #Is it the kinda dumb but funny French boy vibes #or the blonde cat boy vibes? #only difference is that Odd doesn't have a consistent love interest #code lyoko #Miraculous ladybug #meghan's mumbles

[sussex-sweetheart]

You really think Meghan has a nice voice?

Here we go with the Meghan hating stalking.

Yes, Meghan really does have a nice voice. It's not just me either. You can go online and find speech analysis videos that have talked about her tone and eloquence. Meghan has a very good speaking voice.

There's nothing wrong with Kate's tone, its just that she mumbles too much.

[theladyinwhite13]

i wanna see your(!) last christmas ranking

god I wanna say something about the other message so bad but I’m being so mature right now

alright this isn’t every cover obviously, just the six that I have on my christmas playlist

6. meghan trainor

it’s like the most average one but it still makes the cut for my playlist, it’s like the perfect one for a boring christmas party where you don’t want anyone to mumble “this girl ruined the song” and start a fight, sometimes it comes on and I don’t even notice until it’s halfway over but it’s still a solid cover

5. ashley tisdale

GOOD!! BUT sometimes when it comes on I associate it with candace flynn before I think sharpay (which would be my ideal first thought) but I love ashley like A LOT plus she has lots of sparkly sounds in the song so she wins (idk what she wins though)

4. taylor swift

taylor probably deserves a higher ranking really, actually I kinda feel bad put her this low but this is how it has to be, BUT points for baby taylor voice and little country music sounds, I’m a simple girl and I have a very happy reaction when a taylor song uses the banjo

3. danna paola

she was gonna be higher, but then I found lucy and the ranking switched up, but she gets ultra points for her vocals on the second verse, and like if we were going strictly off the vocals on the lyric “merry christmas I loved you and I meant it” then she would probably win

2. lucy dacus

I know I said earlier that she was first but I had to switch it but OH MY GOD this cover also wins (still don’t know what they’re all winning though) cause it’s ajdnaojdlqidpamsiajlsnksjwlsm akusoamsiajsomaisiwiksksssnjakskwkdkksskd im sure you understand what that means I really like this one

CARLY!!!

did you know that i’m in love with carly rae jepsen but like in a platonic way? I would die for her and I would die for her cover cause I think she’s very adorable and I want to own a bakery with her, also points for her sparkly sounds (they all kinda have sparkly sounds though) BUT HER’S HAS THE BEST SPARKLY SOUNDS also I love her

[jackandjackiekennedylover]

Child

Imagine you wanting to have kids with Jason but he doesn't want kids and leaves Gotham for a while. So Damian helps you with the little problem.

I'm leaving Gotham ," Jason sighs .

Seriously. All bc I want kids with you. You are leaving Gotham bc of that  ," You said as you shake your head at him.

Yes. Goodbye y/n ," Jason said as he walks out of the bat cave.

Fuck you, Jason Peter Todd. I hope that you burn in hell ," You yelled at him.

Why are you yelling," Damian asked as he lays his sword down.

Sorry. I'm just mad at Jason ," You sighs as you run your fingers threw your hair.

Why are you mad at Todd ," Damian asked as he moved closer to you .

He is leaving Gotham ," You told him.

Ok. What are you so mad at him for leaving gotham ," Damian asked as he raised an eyebrow at you .

The reason is bc I want kids with him and he doesn't want them. Maybe he is right. I would be horrible mother ," You sighs.

Todd is stupid. You would be a fantastic mother and and what if someone made you a mother," Damian said as he grinned at you.

Who," You asked with a small smile.

Me ," Damian said as he gave you a sly smirk.

Jason already doesn't like you thought.  The thought of me being pregnant with your baby will kill him. Ok, Let's do it," You said with a grin.

Damian glanced at you with a smirk.

A Year Later.

Welcome to Gotham," Jason reads as he drives past the sign.

I wonder where y/n and demon spawn is at," Jason mumbled as he walks into the bat cave.

Where the hell are they ," Jason mumbled as he was about to leave when a little baby girl around 6 months caught his attention .

What the hell. Where did this baby come from," Jason thought.

Why do you look like demon spawn so much," Jason mumbled.

There you are meghan ," You said with a smile as you picked her up.

Meghan. Who's baby is that and why does she look like demon spawn ," Jason asked confused .

Todd. I see that you are back," Damian said with a sly grin as he walks up to you.

Yeah I am. Who's baby and why does she look like demon spawn,” Jason asked.

You glanced at Damian.

She is Damian’s, “ You said with a smile.

Oh. That explains a lot. Who's the mother of his child,” Jason asked.

Damian chuckled.

I'm her mother,” You said with a smile as you hand her to him.

What,” Jason asked a little hurt and angry at the same time.

I had wanted kids and you told me that you didn't so. Damian had made me a mother,” You said with a smile.

Oh. I'm happy for you two, “ Jason said with a fake smile.

You glanced at him as he walks out of the bat cave.

#damian wayne x reader #injustice2robin #injustice2damianwayne #jealous jason todd

[ingek73]

Following Prince William’s efforts to end homelessness, which involved posing for a picture with a Big Issue seller who is still homeless three years later, he and Catherine have launched an initiative to end hunger, which involves posing for pictures with poor people so the public think they’re nice.

William and Catherine are bravely venturing into food banks for a minimal amount of time, hoping they don’t catch something from the peasants, and running back to the safety of a chauffeured Rolls Royce where they can breathe a sigh of relief and say: “Thank god that’s over with!”

This initiative is hoped to improve royal favourability among young people who keep asking why one family has so many palaces when they can’t afford a mortgage. It’s understood the initiative should do much more to help hungry people than creating a fairer society without haves and have-no-palaces.

I was privileged enough to witness the latest photoshoot and I can confirm the fifteen minutes the royals endured in a food bank were full of hilarity.

A huge security guard searched everyone at the door and growled: “Make sure you bow, don’t make eye contact, and only speak when spoken to, or else you’ll be sent to the Tower of London.” This meant everyone who set foot in the food bank looked terrified, as they rightly should.

William, who was wearing a £3,000 Turnbull & Asser suit (but took off the jacket to show humility), stared in confusion at a tin of Aldi Macaroni and Cheese, asking: “Is this food?”

When his servant mumbled: “I think so, your highness,” William generously handed the strange item to a mother with a baby stroller, saying: “I assume you know what to do with this,” and laughing.

“So why do you have no food anyway? Was your servant unable to order shopping for you this week?” William asked.

“I don’t have any servants,” the peasant woman explained and William fell into stunned silence.

“Have you thought of getting your husband to shoot one of the pheasants on your estate? Men enjoy doing that,” Catherine helpfully piped up.

“My council estate doesn’t have any pheasants. Closest thing we have is seagulls and we’d probably be shot by police if we started blasting the local wildlife,” the peasant woman explained.

“Oh,” Catherine frowned, looking perplexed. “Well, I’m sure it won’t be long until one of your friends is inviting you to a lovely banquet.”

Thankfully, a security guard shoved the mother and child towards the door so they couldn’t cause any more of a scene. It’s unclear if the mother was arrested, but I can confirm the tin of Aldi Macaroni and Cheese was confiscated as punishment for confusing the royals. Serves her right.

One awful man wearing a tracksuit was arrested when he suggested William invite hungry people around to the next royal banquet and Catherine fainted, knocking over boxes of vegetables. Let’s be honest, no poor people were going to eat the vegetables anyway because they didn’t come with microwave instructions.

I can confirm Catherine is now recovering from her trauma in hospital where she is trolling Meghan Markle on her alt Twitter account, and the vegetables have been incinerated. The royal household is exploring the possibility of sending lookalikes to the next event to spare our future queen any further discomfort.

Some awful people (lefties) have suggested it was embarrassing for Catherine to faint in public, but I must assume they’ve never been face to face with council estate dwellers. Honestly, it’s terrifying. It’s like being surrounded by wild animals. At one point, I thought they were going to eat us.

A royal insider told me the food bank ordeal was traumatic for Catherine who had initially suggested they go in wearing biohazard suits with chainmail underneath. I can only imagine her reaction when she was told not to wear so much as a face mask because it might seem “aloof”.

I must emphasise Catherine was the consummate professional before she fainted and she performed important tasks such as checking labels because poor people are obviously too stupid to read for themselves.

This was a huge privilege for the scroungers who got to see what people who matter look like up close. This is what animals must feel like when I visit the zoo!

At one point during his fifteen-minute shift (his longest in a decade), William told an old woman: “You must feel so grateful that someone as important as me has decided you’re allowed to eat today,” and the old woman burst into tears. I can only assume they were tears of joy x

#satire #royals #abolish the monarchy

[forgedcold]

Hosin comes in, heaving two heaping bags of steaming Chili’s takeout. It’s 4 am. This is your private habsuite. He is not leaving until you two have dinner.

“Good morning, Meghan! I brought imported Chili’s as promised!”

"I wish you hadn't," he mumbles. With a resigned sigh, Megatron gestures to this ... Chili's. "Apologies, but I can't eat that. Our kind uses energon as fuel."

It's a half-truth. It would be fine if he activated his holoavatar, but he still would rather not. "My energy levels are sufficient at present. Perhaps you have another friend in need?"

#&; so decreed ( asks ) #staticsqueaks