#chrislex

[spider-teef]

they are sooooo silly and definitely not gay what are you talking about 🤨 n e ways first public ship art ever so that's fun. chrislex shippers come get ya'll juice ig :3

#also sorry abt the shitty lighting i tried to turn up the brightness but ya'know #chrislex #chris dh00 #chris darkharvest00 #alex dh00 #alex darkharvest00 #darkharvest00 #dh00 #spider-teef art #slenderverse

[drrealityslenderverse]

Confessions

A03 Request: Chris and Alex comfort each other and end up confess their feelings. It can be a mix of angst and comfort.

We're starting this out with some angst but it'll end in some nice comfort!

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“You know what? I’m done!” Alex shouted, stalking off for the car. 

Chris flinched but was quick to run after him. “Alex, wait!” 

His feet skidded in the snow as Alex came to a sudden halt in front of him. The look of anger burned into Chris as he fell. 

“She’s dead because of us. Dead, Chris!” Alex snapped and gestured at the grave marker they’d just finished making—the thing was already threatening to fall over. 

Chris couldn’t meet his eyes. Heather was dead because she’d gotten hurt helping them. Without knowing who to trust, a hospital hadn’t been an option. Prior to Matt’s betrayal, he’d found her some help but after once again being on their own… The bullet wound’s infection had become too much. 

“We’ve lost too many friends, Chris.” Alex continued before striking home. “Our families would still be alive if it weren’t for you insisting we keep going.” 

“You don’t… mean it.” He felt like he’d gotten punched and then stabbed again. 

Alex just turned and headed back for his car again, leaving Chris where he sat. Chris stared, panic settling in him. All the stress and pain had made Alex lash out like this before. He’d come back… right? If there was one thing they each had always been able to count on it was each other. 

“Alex please wait…” He called out, watching the man pause. Hope fluttered in his chest. “I can’t lose you too. Don’t go. I… I love you.” 

Silence.

Dread churned his gut. The confession was out and it was met with nothing. Chris teared up as he watched Alex climb into his car and drive off. Well… there was his answer. “Stupid… Why did I think that was a good time to admit it?”

Chris drove back to the hotel they’d managed to scrounge up money for in silence. His chest ached, though for once it wasn’t from the stress of their situation nor the argument. Why did he say that? It was true but… Why say it then? Why couldn’t he have waited for a better time? Or said it so much earlier when things weren’t so… horrible.

Hands ran through his hair as he sat on the edge of the bed, eyes continuing to shoot glances at the digital alarm clock on the bedside table. “Alex always came back before…”

It was so late. Hours and not even a message on his phone. Anxiety ate at him. Chris couldn’t help but wonder if the Order had gotten him. What if he was lying trapped or dead somewhere waiting for him to stumble upon much like the two had done after going home and finding their families? A quick call rang until it went to voicemail and he let his phone drop onto the comforter as he ran his hands down his face. 

“He’s okay… he has to be okay.” Was he wasting time lying here when Alex was out there dying? 

Tears built up from months and years of stress, spilling over his cheeks as he rolled onto his side and curled into a ball. He was alone. His family, Greg, Jesse, Matt, Heather, and now maybe Alex were dead. What was he going to do with himself?

Time continued to pass. Against all odds, Chris finally managed to fall into a fitful slumber for a while. Nightmares plagued him but he wouldn’t wake until a hand firmly shook his shoulder. Chris’ eyes blinked open, registering his surroundings before jerking instinctively away from the hand with an embarrassing yelp.

“Chris, relax, it’s just me.” Alex sat on the edge of the bed, body blocking the view of the time, though Chris could only guess it was some godforsaken hour of the morning. 

“Fuck, don’t do that.”

“Sorry.” Eyes met his before quickly darting away. Alex cleared his throat, looking awkward. “And for earlier. You know I wouldn’t just leave you.” 

There was a weight behind those words of something not said but Chris didn’t push. He was ecstatic to see Alex was alive and well but exhaustion kept it from showing. 

“Are you alright?” The bed creaked as Alex shifted next to him. While the man didn’t ask it aloud, it was obvious Chris had been crying. 

“I’m just about as fucking peachy as I can be considering everything.” He winced, not meaning to make it sound like he wanted to argue further. 

Arms wrapped around him, tugging him further against Alex. “I didn’t mean it, earlier. I’ll keep following you through this insanity as long as you want.” 

Warmth flooded his cheeks; he could feel Alex’s steady breathing on his back and his chin resting on the top of his head. Was this real? Yes. Alex’s arms grounded him to the present despite the pain from the most recent deaths wracking his brain. This wasn’t something Chris would just imagine. 

“Did… you mean what you said earlier?” 

The question hung in the air between them. Chris swallowed nervously and tilted his head to at least face the man as he confessed for a second time. “Yeah. I love you…” 

For a moment he braced himself for an official rejection despite how they were currently cuddled up to each other. Alex’s smile was a rare sight these days but is spread across his face just as handsomely as Chris remembered. 

“Took you long enough to say something.” He chuckled, running a hand through Chris’ lighter hair. “You’re really obvious to the point I thought I was reading everything wrong… but I’m glad I didn’t. I love you too.”  

Okay, maybe he’d died at some point. Perhaps this was a dream. No way was this happening. Chris let himself sink further into the other man’s embrace. “Well, real or not, it’s better than what I normally dream about.”

“Alex… Don’t die, okay? I… I don’t want to see that.” Panic shot through him momentarily. Surely at any second this perfect moment they were sharing would be ruined. 

“Shh…” Surprisingly gentle touches as Alex rubbed a hand soothingly on his back, occasionally drifting to his arms to make nonsensical trails that caused goosebumps to rise on his skin. “We’re safe. We’ll be fine as long as we have each other, got it?” 

Chris hummed, muscles relaxing under the touch. His eyes drifted closed as he put down his guard; Alex’s presence made him feel safe and knowing his feelings were returned certainly took off a smidge of stress. 

“So… I guess we’re boyfriends now.” One last half-lidded look as the thought sent a spark of joy through him. One light amongst the dark reality of the Order hunting them. 

Chris would drift off in his boyfriend’s arms, Alex falling asleep soon after with arms still circling him and a smile still on his face.

#darkharvest00 #slenderverse #darkharvest00 au #alex darkharvest00 #alex dh00 #chris dh00 #chris darkharvest00 #one shot #a03 fanfic #chrislex #darkharvest00 one shot #dh00

[bagelbongos]

Do you ever think about how different things could’ve been if Alex had gone to Stanford and Kelley had gone to UNC like God and their parents intended? The og ot3/triangle/square/circlejerk is so fascinating because it’s not outright messy like any of the real woso drama *cough* Daly *cough* but at the same time there’s some deep history and weirdness still present which fans will never know about (thank god!!!).

yep i think about it often and ultimately believe we ended up in one of the best timelines possible for those 3 (or 4). kelley fitting in with the unc culture, i can't see it. chrislex as teammates in colleges, i can't see it lmao.

[gamergirl929]

What players do you write for? I seem to be catching different fan bases at the end of the fandom or when there is a huge writers block going around. But I’m curious and willing to give you ideas that might get you back to writing soon.

Honestly, I write for a shit ton of people, I write for the USWNT mostly, I've written for; Alex Morgan, Alyssa Naeher, Ashley Sanchez, Becky Sauerbrunn, Carli Lloyd, Chrislex (Christen Press/Alex Morgan), Christen Press, Emily Sonnett, Hope Solo, Julie Johnston/Ertz, Kellex (Alex Morgan/Kelley O'Hara), Kelley O'Hara, Krashlyn (Ashlyn Harris/Ali Krieger), Kristie Mewis, Lindsey Horan, Mallory Pugh/Swanson, Megan Rapinoe, Preath (Christen Press/Tobin Heath), and Tobin Heath.

Damn that's a lot, I have other random fics I've written too, some for WWE and other just random fandom ones.

[deerw00d]

i noticed you reblogged my "heather mccomber's gay" post. i scrolled and saw you also reblogged chrislex art that i requested years ago when my username was "harkdarvest00" (i was 14 or 15 lol)

happy pride month! :3

Happy Pride Month indeed!

Slenderverse is for the gays >:3

#slenderverse #DarkHarvest00

[socksnstuff00]

https://uswntpaesh.tumblr.com/post/186138884531/all-rise-chrislex-lovers-also-allie-gathering

instead of being productive i’m watching post world cup vids lol cp dancing on a table is truly a gift

😍 love it

[4stars-uswnt]

REDEMPTION!!! 💪🏼

#alex morgan #christen press #chrislex #uswnt #woso #olympics 2020 #tokyo 2021 #tokyo 2020 #1k

[awesomesaucerica]

See You (chrislex)

You slowly stand in front of her, not really sure where to begin. I’m sorry. You deserve so much more than me. You deserve someone who can love you fully, not someone who doesn’t even remember how we got here in the first place.

You deserve someone not in love with someone else.

You don’t realize how long you’ve been on that bench until your phone started buzzing with your dad’s text asking where you were. 

The sun has just started to descend on the horizon and your hair escapes from your messy bun because of the cool breeze from the water. This surprisingly secluded part of the beach has been a refuge from the last couple of months for you and you consider yourself lucky when you randomly found it from one of your runs. It was grueling, how you wanted your body back into tip top shape after the accident but it just couldn’t still. Nothing was falling into place. It was too early, too fast but that didn’t stop you. 

You ran and ran and ran, your mind on autopilot. You were about to break down—physically, mentally—that random Tuesday afternoon but as you caught your breath, you look up and see this misplaced bench at the end of the path overlooking the beach. It was near a tiny clearing which can be a parking area, too far from the main activity area on the beach. It beaconed you and a sudden calm carried you through the next few steps. As you sat down and stared into the water, the weight of everything that happened gently lifted. You wonder how many people felt this way when they go here. You wish you were the only one who knew it’s powers.

You give a small smile and wish the view a see you later, alligator. 

Sending a quick reply to your dad, you gather your things and get up from your seat. 

You see a figure a few steps off the path and immediately know who it is. Hunched from the wind, with eyes closed, taking a deep breath and exhaling as if releasing all the pain she must’ve felt. 

It strikes you at how the universe liked to play games with your life, with what happened in the past year, with how is it that you’re both here, in this very spot at the exact same time. How much heartbreak can one endure in this life? It seems like you’ll both find out. 

And as much as you don’t want to think about it, it also strikes you again at how beautiful she is. And how sorry you were with what happened.

She looks down without really acknowledging her surroundings and starts to turn back to her car. You know this is a mistake, a very big one, but this is your only chance, maybe for a while. And the weight in your pocket reminds you that you had to do this.

“Al,” you say softly into the wind.

She stops, probably thinking she imagined it so you say it again more firmly this time.

Her hair whips around as she turns turns. “What are you doing here?” She whispers. 

You get taken aback by the question because what were you doing here—either in this place or even in starting this conversation?

You don’t know so you just shrug. “I come here sometimes.” 

Pain flashes behind her eyes before her walls and cool exterior take over again. You’re surprised at how well you’re able to tell as you’re sure not everyone can. A little voice in your head logically says that you would know though. Even if your memories can’t confirm it, you spent two years of your life with the person in front of you. There are photos, stories from people you know, hell—even articles and fan threads to prove them.

You both don’t say anything else for a beat and it’s killing you. You’re not one to fill any silence but you have a feeling that if you didn’t, she’ll be gone for good without knowing that you found it.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were flying out today?” You ask but you second guess yourself. Do you want her to know that you’re keeping tabs? You tell yourself she’s still your friend so there’s no harm in knowing. Even if you just found out today and the urge to go to this spot was so great that’s why you ended up here in the first place. You don’t want to think about if that means anything.

“Yeah, I’m flying out tonight. Just thought to stop by before heading to the airport,” she replies softly. Her blue eyes becoming lighter as the golden rays hit her face. It’s unfair at how beautiful they look.

You shake off the thought before changing the subject. “I’m proud of you. Tottenham, huh? Must be exciting.”

“Yeah, needed the change,” she pauses as if revealing too much. You guess there’s not much to reveal.

The last time you saw each other was at the house, with you picking up the last few boxes you had there. Mindlessly, you packed up things, some of them you didn’t recall but packed them anyway since it was in your side of the closet. You said a tearful goodbye to Blue, who you think knew what was happening. You don’t remember what your relationship with Blue was like but from the way he waits for your beck and call and how he constantly never leaves your side, you think it was a good one. Adding to the fact that from looking through your Instagram, he was probably the star of your feed the last few years more than anything else.

Alex hugged your dad goodbye with a soft see you later, Papa C. He turned to you with sad eyes and let you know that he’ll be waiting in the car.

That left you with Blue, who was downcast, head on his paws on his too tiny for him bed, and Alex who was looking anywhere but you, face blank with a hand on the open door. Only her white knuckles gripping it gave away any emotion.

You slowly stand in front of her, not really sure where to begin. I’m sorry. You deserve so much more than me. You deserve someone who can love you fully, not someone who doesn’t even remember how we got here in the first place.

You deserve someone not in love with someone else.

“Al—,” you started but before you could go any further, she had you in her arms in a crushing hug. It was a different feeling, being hugged by someone you knew meant so much to you and that you meant the world to them. As you wrapped your arms around her, you felt her let go. Her silent tears felt hot on your skin as she buried her face on the crook of your neck. You held on tighter.

After being spent, she mumbled a quiet sorry and pulled back slowly to wipe the tears on her face. She leaned her forehead against yours and you closed your eyes as you couldn’t take this much devotion from someone who got caught in the middle of what the universe dealt. 

You felt her hands cupping your face as she said, “please take care of yourself, Chris. Please.” She pulled away and you felt her lips on your forehead one last time. You opened your eyes at that and you saw how her her blue eyes were red from the tears and exhaustion. But you also saw how she wanted to be strong for you. 

You wanted to be strong too. “If you ever need me, I’m just a phone call away, okay? We’re still friends, Alex.”

“Of course, me too,” she said, more in the tone of blindly agreeing to get this over with more than anything.

There wasn’t much else you could’ve done at that point so you nodded, and with one final pat to Blue and a final glance at her, you said, “Bye, Al.”

You haven’t seen her since that day, 5 months ago now. 

She clears her throat and looks out into the ocean again. The sun almost halfway into the horizon. “How’s Tobs?”

You’re glad she wants to talk to you again but you know how much this was gutting her. You opt for honesty as there’s really nothing else you can give her.

“She’s good, I’m helping her look for apartments in the area. She starts training with us in a week too.”

“That’s good,” she says, nodding to herself. But you know she’s not asking the thing she wanted most to ask. You don’t want to dare her to either.

With a sigh, she says, “Look Chris, I have to get going. I need to get my stuff from my parents’ house and say bye to Blue.” She glances up at you and gives you a small smile. 

A sudden panic engulfs you. “You’re leaving Blue here?” 

She smiles at you, understanding your concern of leaving Blue alone. She doesn’t know that you’re thinking who’s going to be with her when she’s all alone there.

“Just for a couple of weeks. My parents will take him when they come to visit, when I’m all settled. You don’t need to worry about him, he’s going to be so spoiled by his grandma and grandpa he won’t even have time to miss me.”

“Can I come visit him?” You don’t know where that came from but as you said it, there is nothing more you wanted.

Her smile widens. “That’s not even a question. I’m sure he’d love to see his mama.” Her eyes widen at that and gives you a sheepish smile as if to say sorry.

You smile in return though. Thinking about earlier today, you were going through your Instagram feed and saw a photo of Alex, eyes bright, with Blue and the caption, Mama loves her baby Blues. You thought that was clever of you.

With nothing else left to say, she looks at her watch. “Okay, I have to run,” she mumbles. She looks back up at you, hands in her pockets. “It was nice seeing you, Chris.”

She was about to move but your hand catches her arm. 

“Alex, wait.” 

She turns fully back to you and looks down to see what you brought out of your pocket. “Oh.”

You lift it up, as if she doesn’t know what it was. “I saw this tucked into a pair of joggers, I figured it was from you?”

The pain in her eyes suddenly comes back in full force. She takes a deep shuddering breath before answering. “No, it was from you.”

“Me?” You whisper back, as if a puzzle has finally slotted into place. This ring, clearly an engagement ring, was from you.

“Yeah,” she points to the inscription of your name and the C+A inside it as proof. “You gave this to me the day before your accident.”

You file that nugget of information away for a second because there’s a pressing matter that suddenly bubbled up and you can’t help but ask.

“Then why do I have it? Did you say no?” The prospect that she said no is inconceivable, even to you, the one who had no memory of how you got together in the first place. 

The corner of her lips go up a bit. She knows you by now, every quirk, every facial expression. At first, it was disconcerting. How can someone know someone that way? In your mind at the time, you were just friends—very casual friends if you were being honest. And then one day you wake up apparently from a coma and it was 4 years later and she’s supposed to be the love of your life? When you clearly remember it was someone else? 

She lifts up a hand to touch you, as if understanding the thoughts that plague you, but stops. “I would never say no to you,” she says softly, bringing her hand back down inside her pocket. “We wanted to keep it a secret but I really wanted to wear it already. On the ride home from the proposal, I kept pestering you so you said you’d hide it somewhere I wouldn’t find it until it’s time to tell everybody. Where did you end up hiding it?”

“A ratty old pair of Stanford joggers.”

She smirks. “Smart. I wouldn’t touch that even if you pay me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Would it have changed anything?” she asked rhetorically. Would it have? You’re not exactly sure but it would’ve been good to know.

With your stare, she sighed. “I didn’t want to add to your stress. You already had too many things to think about, four years worth of things. There’s really no need to confuse you further. Besides, it’s just me who knows. At least I think,” she trails off.

“Here,” you say, thrusting it towards her. “You should keep it. It’s yours anyway.”

Silence descends upon the two of you as she stares at the ring in your hand. She closes her eyes after a beat. “Please don’t let me keep it,” she whispers.

She could’ve shouted that at you but it wouldn’t have been as powerful as the impact of her softly said words. Of course, she can’t take it. It was a reminder of another life, another path they could’ve been on together. 

You resign yourself to the fact that there’s nothing to be done anymore. The chances of you getting your memories back are getting slimmer by the day and it has been almost a year since then. You both tried everything but nothing worked. You can’t let her hope anymore or sacrifice anything else.

“Okay,” you say in finality as you tuck the ring back.

Silence takes over the both of you again before she takes a deep breath. 

“Since we’re being honest,” she offers. “I came here today because I told myself I need to let you go. And that’s what I intend to do.” She takes her hand out of her own pocket and shows you one of the most beautiful rings you’ve ever seen. 

You stare at it, at a loss for words. 

“I ordered this the day of your accident. I was waiting for you to come home to tell you all about it. I would’ve probably told you if you called me but I got a different phone call instead,” she smiles sadly.

You clear your throat, not really knowing what else to say. “It’s really beautiful, Alex.”

“Thanks,” she stares admiringly at her hand. A smirk is on her face as she looks up, “Came here to see if I could throw it in the ocean.”

You give a tiny chuckle. “Very dramatic.”

“Yeah but I couldn’t so…” she shrugs. “I’ll just donate it to charity instead.”

Both of you look out into the ocean again, this time, the sun is at the final stages of its descent. The breeze has started to pick up again and you know your time together is about to come to a close. 

“Hey,” you start. “Why here though?” Out of all of the places she can throw the ring—she wouldn’t do it though, you knew—but why here?

The pain in her eyes a few moments ago transform into something else. Sadness. “Thought it’d be pretty symbolic. Let’s just say this place meant something to us. Lots of memories but my favorite one,” she stops as she points to your left pocket, “was that one. That happened here.”

Your breath rushes out of you heavily, the weight of everything that happened burdening you again. None of you deserve this.

“I’m so sorry, Al,” you say, probably for the thousandth time since you woke up in that hospital bed.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, it wasn’t your fault. It was the drunk driver’s fault, never yours.”

You know that, but you push on. “I’m sorry this happened to us. You deserve everything, Al. I’m so sorry I can’t be that for you.” 

“I know. You don’t have to feel guilty about this. I still wouldn’t change the past 3 years.”

“Even if it ended this way?”

“Even if,” she smiles at you, sad eyes mixed with something else. Something you recognize from even before all of this happened. Determination. 

“When we were waiting for you to wake up, not knowing if you ever will, I prayed to every higher being out there to bring you back. To take me instead,” she has a faraway look on her face, as if reliving the moment. “If they won’t take me then I promised that if you would come back, I would take care of you the way you deserved, help you achieve everything you set out to do, and make sure you will be as happy as you make me.”

“I won’t ever break that promise, even if it means I’m not with you. Because you’re here. Breathing. Standing on your own two feet.”

What do you say to that?

The wind picks up again and the trance is broken with the buzzing of her phone. She looks down and shakes her head.

“I really have to go now, Chris,” she says apologetically. She gives you the briefest hugs, one you think doesn’t deserve to be that brief given the conversation you just had. 

You nod as you pull away and you see her go back to her car.

“Bye, Al.” You realized you said it the same way as last time you saw her. This time though, tears are threatening to slide down your face. You can’t figure out why.

“See you later, CP-lligator,” she says with one last smile. With that she enters her car and leaves.

You don’t know how long you stood there. Again, a text from your dad bringing you out of your stupor. You quickly reply back that you got sidetracked and now you’re really heading home. As you walk the path to the more crowded area of the beach, you give a small chuckle at the stupidest inside joke you both had. 

Alex got fed up one day with you emphasizing the al in alligator every time you said see you later. 

“It’s really not that funny. See, let me do it with your name.” Then proceeds in adding -lligator to every variation of your name. The funniest one for the both of you was ‘CP’. It’s very stupid, so much so that you remember after your first date, and Alex dropped you off at your doorstep, she actually said that after she kissed you for the first time, and you almost punched her. But of course, you were too distracted with—

You stop dead in your tracks, sand flying everywhere from the sudden momentum change. Heart beating so wildly, you think it might actually go out of your chest.

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

______

Part 2 here.

#rpf #chrislex #christen press #uswnt #alex morgan #alex morgan x christen press #woso #very very very tiny preath of you squint #angst #amnesia #exes #all the tropes #one shot #fic #fanfiction #christen press imagine #alex morgan imagine #Don’t know why I wrote this got inspired by a lot of different fics and cliches so we’re going with it. Enjoy! #fic: see you

[swiftobin]

Photos from the NZ game

Most of these are of Chrislex because I couldn't stop myself 😭

#uswnt #woso #tokyo 2020 #olympics #preath #talex #chrislex #nzwnt #alex morgan #christen press #tobin heath #rose lavelle #sam mewis #julie ertz #lindsey horan

[more-cptham]

That chrislex connection tho…

#uswnt #christen press #alex morgan #chrislex #tokyo olympics

[joanmu]

#christen press #alex morgan #chrislex #uswnt #tokyo olympics #tokyo 2020 #myedit #uswntedit #pressedit

[bagelbongos]

what are the 2 chrislex fics that you liked

none of your concern by tansymeadows, and dream of ways (to throw it all away) by blake0tyler

[tobinheath]

Christen liked Alex’s post with Charlie…Chrislex rise!!!!!😂

Omg she did 🥺 aunty chrissy rise

[gamergirl929]

The PPC (Chrislex x Reader)

The PPC, or the Polyamorous Power Couple find themselves on field together for the first in a match against Sweden, but when fouls go uncalled, and tackles become a bit too hard, the duty to rein in her two spicy girlfriends falls on Christen’s shoulders. 

“I mean, there’s no way we can lose, not with the PPC leading the charge.” Megan smirks and your brows furrow.  

“PPC?” You ask with a snort and Megan grins.  

“The Polyamorous Power Couple.”  

Christen giggles, her cheeks flushing when Alex slips an arm around her.  

You, meanwhile can't help but pout, wanting to be between the two women, but unfortunately there wasn’t anywhere on the bus where the three of you could sit side by side.  

“Awwwwww.”  

Your brows furrow when a pair of arms wrap around you from behind, a pair of arms belonging to Tobin Heath.  

“Don’t pout, I’ll give you a hug.” She grins and you laugh, leaning back against her chest.  

Alex’s brows arch, as do Christen’s their eyes narrowing playfully as they glare across the aisle at you and Tobin.  

“Hey, she was pouting.” Tobin gives you a squeeze.  

Megan leans from her seat and into the aisle, the woman’s eyes narrowed as she stares Christen and Alex’s way.  

“You know the power that Y/N’s pout holds.”  

You smirk, knowing full well how that pout effects both Alex and Christen, the two immediately caving at the sight of it.  

Christen glances at Alex.  

“Oh, trust me.” Alex snorts and Christen giggles, the two speaking at roughly the same time.  

“We know.”

                                                           ***

You exhale loudly, bouncing on the heels of your feet as you stare out of the tunnel and at the field, a field you would be on soon, a field you would be starting on against Sweden.  

Your eyes widen when a pair of arms slip around you from behind, the owner resting their chin our shoulder.  

“Are you nervous?” Christen whispers in your ear and you sigh, leaning back heavily against her chest.  

“A little, you remember what happened last time against Sweden...” You mumble as your eyes flutter shut, the last game against Sweden weighting heavily on your mind.  

Christen frowns, remembering all too well what happened during the last bout against Sweden, the way you crumbled to the ground, clasping your injured leg after a reckless tackle.  

A growl makes your eyes flash open, a smile stretching across your face when you see Alex standing in front of you, her arms crossed across her face and eyes narrowed in a glare as she eyes the players donned in yellow.  

“Oh, it better not happen again.” She growls, a number of the Swedish players taking a step back when they see the look in her smoldering blue orbs.  

You shake your head, grabbing her arm and pulling her to you, your arms slipping around her as you kiss her cheek.  

“Save that spice for the field.” You whisper, grinning when Alex kisses the tip of your nose.  

“Oh, I have enough to go around.”  

Christen giggles, her hot breath tickling your ear, the woman pressing a kiss to your cheek before she moves to her place in line.  

You take a deep breath, your eyes drifting to Christen’s back, before drifting to the large number thirteen adorning Alex’s jersey.  

You nod curtly to yourself, smiling when both Christen and Alex glance your way, Alex sending you a wink whereas Christen simply grins, a smile you can’t help but return.  

Kelley gives you a pat on the back from her place in line behind you, the defender smiling when you turn her way.  

“Ready?” She asks and you nod.  

“Ready.”  

The line begins to move and you take a deep breath, your fear completely dissipating as you make your way out of the tunnel and onto the field.  

                                                           ***

The snarl that left you was inhuman as you made your way towards Alex, pulling her up off the ground for what was the fifth time in just the first half.  

Sweden had been particularly hard on the forward, who’d basically gone down anytime she’d been in possession of the ball.  

Alex moves to her feet with a grimace, her cheeks flushed and face contorted in anger, anger she directs at the ref who hadn’t been calling any of the fouls committed against her.  

Sweden had committed a NUMBER of fouls, against not only Alex but you as well, though none had been called.  

You wipe a blade of grass from Alex’s shoulder a scowl on your face as you glare at the player who’d fouled her.  

You shake your head as you make your way across field, your shoulder knocking with hers, roughly.  

A whistle makes you stop dead in your tracks, the incompetent referee marching towards you, her hand in her back pocket.  

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You growl under your breath as she stops in front of you, a yellow card held high above her head.  

“You’ve got to be fu-

The sound of a whistle blowing makes you fall silent, the first half coming to an end in a rather irritating fashion.  

A hand gently takes your own and you growl in anger, though when you realize the hand belongs to Christen you fall silent.  

She practically drags you towards Alex, the forward grabbing an equally angry Alex’s hand, earning a similar reaction as she’d gotten from you, an irksome growl, though when blue orbs lock with green she too falls silent.  

“Come on.” Christen whispers as she squeezes your hand, as well as Alex’s.  

Despite your anger, you squeeze back, as does Alex.  

                ��                                          ***

Christen’s eyes dart from you, to Alex, to you, to Alex, her head on a swivel as she does her best to calm her girlfriends down, the two of you scowling angrily.  

Fingers slip gently between your own and you sigh, the feel of Christen’s hand in yours bringing you a sense of calm, a similar thing happening to the woman on the other side of Christen.  

She gives both your hands a squeeze and you sigh in unison, the two of you leaning against Christen who’s all too happy being between the two of you.  

Momentarily your hand leaves Christen’s, only to slip around her moments later, your fingertips caressing Alex’s arm.  

“Are you okay?” You whisper lowly as to not be heard.  

Alex smiles, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze before she kisses the back of it.  

“I’m okay, are you?” She asks and you nod, your cheek resting against Christen’s back.  

“I am.”  

Alex sighs as she leans against Christen’s back, the tip of her nose brushing yours.  

Christen smiles at the feel of the two of you resting against her back, the woman wanting nothing more than to stay like this, but they had a game to play, a game that was currently nil, nil.  

Reluctantly, you leave your resting place when Vlatko enters the locker room.  

Christen grins when you press a kiss to her cheek, her cheeks flushing further when Alex does the same to her other cheek.  

“What would we do without you?” You smile and Megan snorts from her place across the locker room.  

“Probably get detained by the police.”  

You lean around Christen, grinning when your eyes catch Alex’s, a grin stretching across her face.  

“Well, we still have a second half to get though, don’t we?” Julie snorts and Christen shakes her head, her green orbs wide as she looks from you, to Alex and back.  

“Please don’t get arrested.”  

Alex shrugs.  

“No promises.”  

Christen turns towards you and you grin innocently.  

“Same.”  

She shakes her head, nonetheless taking your and Alex’s hands.  

“What am I going to do with you two?”  

                                                           ***

Unfortunately for Christen moments after the start of the next half you’re on your back staring up at the cloudy sky above you.  

You roll over onto your front before moving to stand, angrily brushing the bits of grass from your uniform.  

Christen jogs towards you, her hand resting on your back.  

“Are you alright?” She whispers in your ear and you nod.  

“I'm fine.” You growl, sending the Swedish player who’d taken you down a glare, a glare only rivaled by the one Alex is currently sending her.  

It seemed as if Sweden had turned their attention from Alex and onto you, seeing as a few minutes later you were back on the ground again.  

You snarl as you jump to your feet, trying to decide whether to go for the ref, or whatever Swedish player was closest, but before you can Christen moves to stand in front of you.  

“Don’t she isn’t worth it.”  

“THAT WAS OBVIOUSLY A FOUL! COME ON! THIS IS FUC-”  

At the sound of Alex’s voice, Christen jogs away, grabbing Alex’s arm and dragging her away from the ref, the forward grumbling angrily under her breath as she’s pulled away.

You want more than anything to advance on the ref yourself, but an arm slipping around you makes you still, an arm belonging to Kristie Mewis.  

“Thought I’d help Christen reign in her spicy girlfriends.”  

Your bottom lip juts out in a pout.  

“Why’d you pick me?” You ask and the blonde snorts.  

“You’re shorter than Alex.”  

You huff, sending her a harmless glare.  

“Not that much shorter.” You mumble and Kristie snorts.  

“Are you sure about that?”  

You growl, your nose crinkled.  

“Bite me Mewis.”  

She holds her hands up in surrender.  

“That’s Christen territory, not mine.”  

Christen, who’d just jogged over, brows arch.

“What’s my job?” She asks, confused her brows furrowing in confusion at the deep red flush on your cheeks.  

Kristie shrugs.  

“Ohh, nothing.”  

                                                           ***

Unfortunately for Christen yet again, Alex is taken down in the box in the last few moments of the game, a foul that is, YET AGAIN, not called.  

That is seemingly the last straw for you, as you march across field towards the referee, the woman entirely unaware that you’re quickly advancing on her.  

The whistle blows loudly, signaling the end of the game, giving Christen free reign to chase after you, the woman literally throwing you over her shoulder before jogging to Alex who is also stomping towards the ref.  

“Chris-

“No.”  

The remainder of the USWNT watch as Christen carries you, and drags Alex off the field, the two of you snarling and spitting angrily at the ref and any Swedish player nearby.  

“Chris! Let me go!” You whine with a pout and Christen shakes her head.  

“No.”  

“Then let ME go!” Alex growls, trying to wrench her arm free, though halfheartedly as to not hurt Christen.  

The woman simply shakes her head.  

“No, and if you don’t stop, you’re both sleeping alone tonight.”  

You lean around Christen, your eyes catching Alex’s blue orbs, the woman’s pout just as jutted out as your own.  

Alex pulls her arm free, instead of running away though, she crosses her arms across her chest.  

You follow suit, crossing your arms across your chest, though Christen doesn’t put you down, instead opting to carry you to the locker room.  

“You can put me down you know.” You huff when she passes into the locker room and she scoffs.  

“No, I can’t.”

Alex snorts.  

“You’ll probably run out onto the field and kill the player that took Alex down.”  

Tobin snorts as she passes by.  

“And then the ref.”  

You shake your head.  

“No, the ref would be first.”  

Christen turns to Alex, smiling when her girlfriend opens her arms.  

You grunt as Christen passes you off to Alex, the woman wrapping her arms tightly around you from behind, your back against her chest.  

“You know, most people would kill to be where you’ve been in the past five minutes.” Megan snickers and you hum, your arms uncrossing, your hands moving to rest on Alex’s.  

Alex’s finger's part, allowing yours to slip between them.  

“Oh, so SHE gets to hold your hand and I don’t?” Christen pouts, her pout disappearing moments later when you take her hand.  

“That’s better.”  

Megan shakes her head as she looks around the room, she and Tobin sharing a glance.  

“Idiots.”  

Emily shakes her head.  

“Correction.” She wags her finger, the blonde grunting when Kelley pulls her into a headlock.  

“They’re gay idiots.”  

You smirk, giving both Alex’s and Christen’s hands a squeeze.  

“It’s okay, we know you’re jealous.”

Kristie snorts.  

“I mean honestly...? A little...” She snorts and Sam elbows her.  

“I’ll tell Rachel.”  

She scoffs.  

“Bitch, you know she’d agree.”  

                                                           ***

Much later that night you’re grunting as you fall face first into bed between Alex and Christen, the two women giggling.  

Christen rolls over on her side, the woman’s hand slipping under your shirt and running up and down your back in a gentle caress that leaves you basically purring.  

Alex glances at the forward, her smile splitting into a grin.  

Fingers tangle in your hair and you hum, your eyelids drooping.  

“Noo...” You whine, though you make no attempt to move, your chest rumbling.  

“No what???” Alex asks with a giggle and you grumble.  

“I should be the one taking care of you guys...”

Alex grins apologetically, reaching over you and cupping Christen’s cheek.  

“If it wasn’t for Chris, we’d probably both be in jail.”  

You snort.  

“Probably?” You ask, your voice muffled.  

Christen’s hand leaves your back as you roll over, a smile stretching across your face.  

“Still, I wish you would’ve let me have a go at the ref.” You pout, your eyes widening and cheeks flushing as Christen ducks down, the woman pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose before she kisses your lips.  

“Then you wouldn’t be between Alex and I right now.” She smirks, and you huff.  

“True.” You blush, rubbing the back of your neck.  

Alex leans down, the woman kissing the nape of your neck, before she wraps her arms around you, pulling you back against her chest.  

You sigh, your eyes fluttering shut as your smile splits into a grin.  

“Unless you don’t WANT to be between us.”  

You scoff.  

“Now who said that?” You giggle, sighing in content when Christen scoots closer, her nose brushing yours as her head rests on the pillow beside you.  

Christen covers Alex’s hand with her own, their fingers intertwining where they’re resting on your hip.  

Christen grins when she realizes you’re fighting off sleep, your eyelids fluttering shut before you snap them back open.  

She brushes her nose playfully against yours.  

“Sleep.” She whispers and you yawn.  

“But...”  

Alex nuzzles into the spot behind your ear.  

“We’ll be here when you wake up.” She tickles your earlobe with the tip of her nose and you smile.  

Sleep is moments from taking you when you find your voice, words slurring as you fight off sleep.  

“I love you guys.”  

Alex gives Christen hand a squeeze, the two grinning.  

“We love you too.” Alex whispers, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck again. 

Christen pecks your lips, her grin widening when you attempt to reciprocate, but fail immensely.  

“So, so much.” She whispers.  

You hum, unable to fight sleep any long, surrounded in the comforting heat coming from the two women on either side of you, two women you love more than anything in the world.  

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