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[13uswntimagines]

Luh Ooo (Baby!r x Kellex)

Request:  First time baby!r says I love you. Basically r is nonverbal and like 3, and preath or Kellex tell her they love her, and it’s the first time r speaks, she says it back

Alex and Kelley considered themselves incredibly lucky every time they saw your smiling face. Every time they saw your lips tilt into a grin, or heard a giggle slip past your lips, they counted their lucky stars that they got to whiteness it. 

Their teammates liked to tease them that they were a bit over the top when it came to you, but everyone understood why. Everyone agreed that they would probably be the same way if they had been through what you and your moms had been through. 

Alex’s pregnancy with you had been suspiciously easy. 

Her and Kelley had both been prepared for the worst after both of their sister’s horror stories about morning sickness and pregnancy cravings that had their husbands running out in the middle of the night. But Alex hadn’t experienced them herself. 

The morning sickness had been minimal. It hadn’t lasted at all past the first trimester and hadn’t ruined any of her favorite foods, so she considered it a win. Then the few times she did have midnight cravings, they hadn’t been for food-related items, and Kelley had definitely enjoyed waking up for it (the pregnancy sexcapades were absolutely worth the sleep deprivation). 

In hindsight, the 9 months of smooth sailing should have tipped them off that something was going to go wrong, but they had been too wrapped up in the excitement of welcoming you into the world to prepare themselves for the other shoe to drop. 

It made it so much worse when it finally did. 

Kelley would never forget the moment the nurses laid your little form on Alex’s chest. She would never forget how you blinked up at the both of them and for a second, everything felt right in the world. 

For a split second, your tiny eyes met hers and she felt her heart grow to accommodate the overwhelming love coursing through her. 

And then…

Their world tilted on its head.

Your eyelids fluttered rapidly, and the whole right side of your face drooped, before either of them knew what was happening the nurses had grabbed you and whisked you away, talking very fast. 

Kelley had made a move to follow them, to chase after you and figure out what was going on, but before she could the doctor was back, using big words and describing tests and procedures that he thought were necessary. 

The only thing she really picked up on was the word stroke and MRI, and then he was gone again, taking the happiness in the room with him. 

Alex pulled her into the bed with her, and both of them held each other as they both fell apart. 

Arteriovenous Malformation

A word Kelley and Alex hadn’t understood when the doctor returned hours later. 

A word that they googled and re-googled, hoping it would change what it meant. 

A word that would haunt them for the rest of their lives. 

The doctor said they were lucky because it was near the surface on the left side of your brain. They were lucky because they could operate and remove the tangle of blood vessels that had caused a clot. 

They were lucky because it had been caught early before it could cause too much damage. 

They didn’t feel lucky. 

Not until they were staring at your tiny form through a little plastic incubator box, a large bandage under the yellow knit cap on your head. Not until they could very carefully run their fingers over your puffy cheeks, or have let your little hand latch onto theirs. 

The surgery had saved your life, but it had also damaged the part of your brain involved in speech production. 

They wouldn’t learn until later how it would affect your development, and they would thank whatever higher power that existed that the only thing that had been impacted was your ability to create words. They thanked the universe that you were such a happy kid despite that. 

You loved running around with your many soccer aunts, kicking balls and clapping for your mamas. Just because you couldn’t talk didn’t mean that you couldn’t communicate. 

It wasn’t traditional but sign language and the little noises you could make never failed to show the people around you what you wanted. 

And while they thanked their lucky stars(and the universe) for the progress that you had made, they both still longed to hear three little words leave your lips. 

So yes, the team understood why they were so overprotective and doting. The team understood why they spent so much time working on the assignments your speech therapist gave them, and why they took every opportunity to try and get you to vocalize. 

It was why the team tried to help them as much as they could. 

*****

You smiled widely as Kelley very gently kicked a ball toward where you were on the sidelines, pushing off of the little blanket you were sitting on next to Bailey (your trusted babysitter). 

You clumsily stopped the ball with your feet, steadying yourself with a hand on Bailey’s shoulder and pointing to your Mommy.

You often spent your time on the sidelines, watching your mama’s practice with rapt attention, chasing after stray balls for your aunts and clapping excitedly when anyone ran past you. You knew you weren’t supposed to go onto the field until practice was over, and that any balls that came to you before it had to be returned to a coach. 

Kelley’s lips tilted into an indulgent smile and she nodded in encouragement. “Practice is over kiddo, send it back and we can play for a little while,” 

Your eyes lit up in excitement, and you didn’t hesitate to kick the ball back toward her. 

It rolled towards Kelley and she easily caught it, for a 4-year-old, you had very good aim, and tapped it gently back to you. 

You stumbled as you stuck your foot out to stop it, taking an extra second to regain your balance. 

“Great job!” Kelley cheered, clapping. 

Stopping the ball was something the team had been working on with you (your motor coordination, something Alex and Kelley were more focused on), and you were very slowly getting better at both. 

Lindsey joined in, appearing behind Kelley’s shoulder and gesturing to her foot. 

Your head tilted to the side and she gestured to her foot again, wiggling it to Kelley’s left. 

“Come on kiddo,” Kelley said, and all of your attention returned to her. 

You nodded, and hit the ball as hard as you could, toward Lindsey’s outstretched foot. 

Kelley kicked out trying to stop it, but Lindsey was faster, collecting the ball and turning to send it toward Emily with a laugh. 

“You little monster,” Kelley huffed indignantly, earning a delighted giggle from you and chuckles from the team fondly watching the interaction. “You’re supposed to be on my team,” 

You shrugged, pointing to your foot so Emily would pass it to you. 

She did, kicking the ball gently (dangerously close to Kelley) and your mommy “missed” her chance to intercept it, so you could catch it instead. 

The team clapped when you did, again taking a second to catch your footing before pausing with your foot on top of the ball as Kelley took up a defensive position in front of you. 

Your eyes immediately fell to her feet. 

You knocked the ball right and then left before sending it through her legs, copying your Mama’s famous move, brushing past Kelley as you raced after the ball. 

Several hands extended in case you tripped, even as the team fell into formation behind you. 

“I’m gonna get you,” Kelley called as you passed, collecting the ball with your little feet and charging towards the net. 

You squealed as Kelley chased after you, doing your best to keep the ball on track as you got closer to midfield. 

“Y/n,” Mal called, joining your run, and gesturing towards the wide open space in front of her as Kelley easily gained on you. 

You clumsily passed the ball sideways, just as you heard your mommy’s footsteps behind you. 

“Come on, it can’t be 6 vs. 1,” She groaned, sprinting towards Mal instead. 

“It’s only 5 and a half versus one,” Emily shrugged, taking up your other side as Mal crossed the ball towards Lindsey. “And Mini Morgan is too cute to play against,” 

Kelley threw her head back, arching her run to try and get to Lindsey, but it was already too late. Lindsey pushed the ball, sending it in front of Emily so it landed right in your path. 

You wobbled as you collected it, slowing down as you nearly tumbled over the ball. 

It gave Kelley the perfect opportunity to gain on you. 

“Y/n pass it to your Mama,” Lindsey directed, pointing towards Alex making a run to the box as Kelley got closer. 

You hadn’t realized your mama was playing too. 

She smiled widely, gesturing towards the giant space in front of her, and you slowed your run just enough to kick the ball mid-stride into Alex’s path. 

It went slightly off-target, but Alex had no trouble collecting it and sending it into the back of the net. 

“Goalllll,” Lindsey, Emily, and Mal cheered as Kelley finally caught up to you, scooping you up and gently tossing you in the air. 

“You’re a little gremlin,” She said, ticking you relentlessly even as she tossed you up and down. 

You giggled loudly, reaching for Alex as soon as she was close enough. 

Kelley passed you to her with little hesitation, and you patted Alex’s cheek. She was always the calmer of the two women, dancing you around but not nearly as much as Kelley did. 

You signed goal several times with your little hands and animatedly rehashed the entire play for them as though they hadn’t been watching it. 

They both shared a look and smiled gently at you. 

“I love you,” Alex said, leaning in and placing a kiss on your cheek after you finished, your aunts circling up around you. 

“Luh ooo,” You repeated, tapping her cheek again. 

The team froze.

Yes, they had heard you giggle, and cry and make noises, but nothing had ever come close to sounding like a real word. 

“Wait,” Kelley said, stepping closer to you, her hand landing on your back and rubbing circles. “Y/n say love you?” 

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Luh ooo,” 

“Oh my god,” Alex breathed out and Kelley sniffled next to you, trying to hide her tears.

“We love you too baby,” Kelley said, through trembling lips, kissing the side of your head. 

“Luh ooo,”  You repeated for a third time, frowning because both of your mommies looked sad, leaning up and placing a kiss on Alex’s nose just like she did any time you looked sad. 

“We love you more than anything,” Alex added, doing her best to hold the tears at bay. 

She had never been more happy to hear 3 little words in her entire life. 

It was everything Kelley and Alex had ever wanted. 

“And we love you too, short stack,” Emily said, throwing an arm over Kelley’s shoulder and using her other to tickle your tummy, interrupting the tender moment. 

You squealed with delight and wiggled widely in Alex’s arm, signaling that you would very much like to be put down, so you could run around with your aunts again. 

Alex squeezed you tightly for another long second before she let you down, kissing your forehead one more time before you ran off. 

“She said I love you,” Kelley sniffled, tucking her nose against Alex’s neck once she was upright, both women staring at you. 

“I know,” Alex said tearfully. 

The doctors always said it was a matter of time. Now, they could finally believe them. 

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[skipper1331]

Mini Swiftie // Jessie Fleming

a/n: based off this request. Hope you like it.

JFlem✔️

i miss you :(

see you tonight? x

you smiled at your phone, pressing the icon to call your girl. Leaving the room where your team mates were sat, watching a movie while you went down to the hotel lobby. "Hey" you said as she accepted your call, "hello, my girl" the freckled girl whispered, slipping out of her hotel room. "How was your day?"

Canada and the Uswnt would face each other at the weekend in a friendly but staying away from your lover was awful. In London you lived together, slept next to each other every day and now not doing so was something neither of you liked. But at least due to the friendly, your teams were in the same town.

One evening, the two of you found a little bench that was located halfway to each of your hotels. It became your spot. "Can i see you tonight?" she repeated her text question "yeah, same time, same place?"

"Yeah"

As you were about to say someting when you saw a glimpse of a small brunette. Kelley. "Gotta go!" Immediately, you ended the call.

You

sorry, Kelley is on her way

see you later x

"Mini Swiftie! We‘re watching your favorite movie and you‘re not there" the veteran ruffled through your hair. Your hands went back in your hair to straighten it. "Who did you talk to lover?" the lover was in the same sing-song voice as your sister performed it, "kelley, you need to stop with these references", you stood up as she dramatically clutched her heart, "don’t blame, love made me crazy" you rolled your eyes, walking to the elevators.

Ever since you made your debut for the senior team, the team loved to tease you with Taylor Swift song lyrics. You get it, you‘re a Swift but it‘s not your fault that she was your older sister, you loved her and she was your biggest supporter (Jess would fight her because according to her, she‘s your number one fan) but sometimes it was heavingly annoying.

"Come on, Mini Swiftie, you didn‘t answer my question!" she ran after you, jumping in the elevator just in time. "My mom" you replied nonchalantly, hoping she wouldn‘t realize that you‘re lying.

Nobody knew about you and the canadian girl and it should stay that way. Compared to your sister, you didn't like the stage. Yes, you played football on a world stage, you became a world champion in 2019, but the comparison to a sold-out stadium and a sold-out Taylor concert was something different. You only got to know peace through the Canadian woman who showed you how it was possible to live in peace despite the fact that you were in the public eye. You loved her for that, you loved her for so many reasons.

-

Midnight couldn‘t come fast enough. Mal was in a deep slumber already as you were wide awake. Mal and you roomed together all the time, you were one of the og-youngsters, gave your debut together and were great friends so it became a common thing. The forward was always in a deep sleep, you could scream next to her and she wouldn't notice, it made things a lot easier to sneak out of the room and sneak in later in the night without getting caught.

20 minutes before midnight, you got up, dressed yourself in a hoodie and some shorts. Thankfully, the weather wasn‘t cold or rainy. You sneaked out of the room and hotel, walking down the streets to your spot.

"Hi, baby" you greeted your girl as you took a seat beside her, your lips pressing against her cheek. "Gimme a real kiss" the canadian whined, chuckling at her antics, "so needy" nonetheless you gave her the sweet kiss she deserved.

-

The following days, you met up with Jess at the same time and same place. During the day you hadn’t had much free time so midnight was perfect to update on how your day was and the missing kisses, something important for the both of you.

"Do you think Mini Swiftie is acting weird?" Sonnett asked her friends, looking at you as you smiled at your phone (texting with Jessie) "how come?" Alex asked. Trying to explain what Sonnett meant, Christen cut her attempt short, "give her a rest, she‘s young" you didn‘t hear Christen protect you but if you had, you would‘ve been very thankful. The defender took the matters in her own hands as she looked at Kelley and Alex. They shared a look before they nodded.

-

"Today was awful" you grumbled as you flopped down next to your girlfriend, ready to rest your head on her chest. "What happened, love?" lovingly, she scartched through your hair, a method to calm you down. "Sonny and Kelley didn‘t leave my side all day long and when I said something they replied with lyrics"

"Oh my girl, you have to tell them If you don‘t like it" her voice was quiet, understanding. "Jess, you know how they are" the midfielder sighed, she knew exactly how they were, "can you just hold me?"

You loved your team mates to death but sometimes they‘re just too much. You had no problem with their teasing, you‘re proud to call yourself a Swift and you didn‘t care If they called you Mini Swiftie but if they don’t give real answer after every spoken sentence of you, only a lyric, it made you angry. That way you couldn't have a real conversation with them and you didn‘t want to either. How do they even come up with (you hate to admit that) a perfect song line in such a short time slot?

"Anything, baby" your girlfriend pulled you closer as she continued to massage your scalp.

-

"Hey, was Y/n with you guys last night?" Mal asked the group. "No, why?" came the reply from the Room Morgan-O‘Hara, Press-Heath, Lavelle-Mewis and Sonnett-Horan. "Weird" your room mate mumbled. Last night, she drank a cup of coffee before going to bed which was why she had to get up 3 times during the night to go to the bathroom.

The first time was shortly after midnight - your bed empty. She thought you were in the bathroom so she waited, no light was on, you weren‘t there.

The second time was around 2am tending towards 3am - your bed still empty.

The last time she went to the bathroom was around 5am, you were soundfully asleep in your bed.

The big question: where had you been?

"Interesting. She's hiding something from us." Kelley had a mischief smile on her face while clapping her hands together. "Detectives, let‘s go!"

Hard to believe but everyone agreed to Kelley's plan.

-

"Good night" Mal whispered in to the dark room, ready to fake her sleep. Her back was facing you while you laid on your bed, staring at the ceiling. Mal‘s phone was hidden under her pillow as your team mates waited for a signal. Sonny had even created a groupchat 'Mission: Swift' with Tobin, Chris, Alex, Kelley, Mal, Rose, Sam and Lindsey.

20 minutes before midnight you checked If Mallory was asleep, "Mal, are you up?" she didn‘t answer you - in your eyes she was in her deep slumber. You got out of your pyjama and dressed into the same outfit as usual. The forward could only assume what you did, her eyes closed.

When she heard the door open and shut, she grabbed her phone and texted.

Mal

suspect left the room.

Team Kellex and Preath were down in the lobby, Chris and Tobin sitting at the bar while Kelley and Alex sat in the armchairs which were not in your sight. The other group members were still in their rooms, waiting for the next sign.

Kelley

down.

As soon as they saw Kelley‘s text, everyone sprinted out of their rooms, down the stairs to join the rest of the group. "She went this way" Alex whispered as they arrived, Chris and Tobin already by their sides.

They kept enough distance from you as they followed you yet always had an eye on you. Every once in a while you turned around but didn't see anyone so you just kept walking like nothing happened, maybe your mind was messing with you.

The team felt like fbi agents, working on an undercover case or like they‘re in a movie, either way it was exciting.

"My love, hello" you sat down next to her, giving her a kiss.

"Did she- did she just-" Sonnett started, completely shocked.

"..kiss someone?" Rose ended the question, eyes wide.

Everyone‘s mouth was agape, mini swiftie with a girlfriend? What? "I didn‘t expect that" the tall blonde said, looking at her friends.

"Yeah, yeah, but who is she?" Lindsey chipped in, her curiosity on high-levels.

Tobin was the first to approach you and the mysterious girl by your side, Chris, Kelley and Alex close behind, Mal, Rose, Sam, Sonny and Lindsey following. Tobin scoffed, clearing her throat. It made you turn around, your eyes wide as you stood up, pulling Jessie behind you. The first who opened her mouth was Kelley though, who would‘ve thought. "What‘s this?" Kelley asked, her tone strict, kind of like a mom. The others gathered around you, glaring a the girl behind you "Baby Canada!" Tobin said, walking around the bench. "H- Hi" the canadian gave a little wave, shaking slightly as all the women stared at her. "So?" the small but scary brunette asked, she wanted an answer, everybody wanted. You looked at your girlfriend, you didn't want to tell them anything she wasn‘t comfortable with. "We saw you kiss so don‘t lie to us" Alex added. As Jess nodded with a reassuring smile, you turned back to your team mates "Jessie is my girlfriend. We‘re a couple" you squeezed her hand for your own sake. "Well, well, well, baby Canada" Kelley joined Tobin, intimidating the freckled girl "do we have to give you the shovel talk?" It was Alex who was talking, taking some steps to stand next to Kelley "Stop it guys" you didn‘t like how that turned out at all, you had a feeling that your girlfriend was scared, not that she wouldn‘t face them but it was dark and late and 9 women were just to much. "Go back to the hotel, we‘ll talk in the morning" you said about to walk away with Jess. "What‘re you gonna do?" Rose asked.

"I will walk her to her hotel"

"She‘s old enough to walk alone!" you glared at Kelley. "I don‘t care, I’ll walk her back to the hotel and then go back to ours."

"Well then we‘re all gonna bring her, we won‘t let you walk on your own" Christen added, not liking the feeling to let you walk home alone. She liked that you felt the same way with Jess walking alone.

"Fine"

Jessie and you walked ahead of them as they trailed behind you, gushing over the new information they had about their Mini Swiftie. "I‘m so sorry" you murmured while you pulled her into you, your arm around her shoulders as hers went around your mid section. "It‘s fine, they love you"

"They‘re annoying" you grumbled.

The rest of the walk was spent in silence, you ignored your friends, your only focus: the midfielder in your arms. As you arrived at the hotel, Kelley instantly opened her mouth again "Now say bye, we all want to sleep" rolling your eyes, you looked at your girl, smiling fondly. You were so in love with her. "Good night, my love. Sweet dreams" you pushed your lips against her forehead, not giving her a real kiss as your team mates stared at you. "Good night, baby" she gave your cheek a peck, understanding why you didn‘t give her the proper good night kiss like usual.

You watched her as she entered the hotel, waiting till she wasn‘t in sight anymore before you turned around.

"Tell us everything, Mini Swiftie"

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[gotham--fc]

You’re What? - A Kellex/Jessie Fleming Imagine

Request: I combined two here! First is kellex x adopted!daughter where R has a gf/bf and kellex get super protective of her and the second is R tells the team she has a gf and reveals it’s Jessie, enjoy!

“Mom?”

 Kelley turned from where she was putting away laundry to see Y/N standing in the doorway.

 “Hey kiddo, what’s up?”

 “Can I talk to you about something?” Y/N was wringing her hands nervously. Kelley immediately stood up straight and left the pile of laundry she was folding.

 “Of course, come here,” Kelley climbed in bed and patted the spot beside her. Y/N joined her.

 “How did you know…” Y/N said after a minute, “That you were… That you… That you didn’t like boys?” Kelley took a deep breath. She won’t lie, she knew this day would come. Y/N was getting older and it was only a matter of time before she started dating, but Kelley wanted to prolong the time she had left with her baby.

 “Oh. Okay,” Kelley said, “Well, I always knew I didn’t feel the same way as the other girls did about boys. But I never knew there was another option until I went away to college and I met girls who were like me and who were happy. But it’s a personal journey for everyone. You might not always know, you might think you know then change your mind. But one thing is for certain.” Kelley nudged Y/N’s shoulder until she looked up. “I will always love you, no matter what.”

 “Okay,” Y/N said quietly.

 “Do you wanna talk about something with me?” Kelley asked. Y/N shook her head. “Okay then you can help me finish this laundry before your Mama comes home and yells at us.”

 ***

 Alex was surprised when Y/N asked if she could come grocery shopping with her. Y/N usually never wanted to come along, because Alex went on Saturday mornings and Y/N wanted to sleep in. But Alex wasn’t going to say no to company, especially if it meant more hands to carry the grocery bags.

 Y/N was quiet on the car ride, despite Alex’s attempt at conversation. She didn’t even perk up when her favourite song played on the radio. Alex was worried but knew Y/N would open up when she wanted to.

 “When did you start dating someone?”

 Y/N’s question shocked Alex. Kelley had shared what Y/N had asked her the other day, but Alex wanted to play it off as simple curiosity. She didn’t want to think that Y/N was going to start dating someone.

 “I was fourteen,” Alex finally said, “And he played on the school soccer team. We dated for a few months before we broke up when he plagiarized my English essay and we both failed the assignment.”

 “When did you start… dating girls?”

 “I,” Alex took a deep breath, “I had a brief… relationship in high school with a girl but I didn’t start seriously dating girls until I was older. It was hard for me to accept myself and be out because I didn’t have anyone in my life to look up to. I imagine it’s easier for kids now because there’s so many people who are out and happy.”

 “Like you and Mom?”

 “Exactly,” Alex said, “Is there something that’s been bothering you?” Y/N shrugged, but didn’t answer. “Well, if there’s ever anything you know you can talk to me or your Mom about it, okay?”

 “Yeah.”

 ***

 Kelley walked past Y/N’s room and heard voices.

 “No, I haven’t heard,” Y/N said, “I’ll have to ask.” There’s a beat of silence, then: “They probably will, I mean I normally do… No I didn’t… What am I supposed to say? They’d never let me leave the house if they knew.”

 Kelley’s hackles instantly rise. What was Y/N plotting? She wanted to know so badly who Y/N was speaking to, so she could know who to scare away before they made Y/N do something rebellious.

 “And it’s not like you’ve told anyone,” Y/N said, then she giggled. Kelley had heard many kinds of Y/N’s laughter. A snort at Sonnett’s stupid puns, a chuckle at a TV show, a full belly laugh when Kelley tripped over a rock in a parking lot. She didn’t know Y/N knew how to giggle.

 “Stop it,” Another giggle, “I have to go, it’s almost time for dinner. No! Stop, I’ll call you later. Bye.”

 Kelley rushed quietly from the hallway, knowing Y/N was probably going to come out for dinner and not wanting her to know Kelley had been eavesdropping. For the first time in a long time, Kelley had no idea what was going on with her child.

 ***

 “Are you sure you still want to come to camp with us?” Alex asked. Y/N nodded. “You don’t have to, I know it’s probably not as much fun now that you’re older. There isn’t going to be any kids your age there.”

 “Canada’s staying in the same hotel,” Kelley said, “That Fleming kid is going to be there. You’re alright hanging out with her right?” Y/N nodded, turning away so her moms won’t see her blush.

 “Oh you’re right,” Alex said, “Well if you’re sure you wanna come with, we’d definitely enjoy having you there.”

 “Yeah, so we can cuddle and snuggle you whenever we want,” Kelley grabbed Y/N and hugged her close, kissing her face while Y/N laughed and tried to squirm away.

 “Oh let her go,” Alex said, prying Kelley off Y/N, “It’s my turn.” Then Alex grabbed Y/N and squeezed her tight, rocking back and forth.

 “Okay okay we get it, you love me, let’s just go to the airport before I die of embarrassment.”

 ***

 When they arrived at the hotel, there was a group of Canada players already in the lobby, Jessie Fleming among them. As soon as Kelley saw them, she grabbed Y/N’s arm and dragged her over.

 “Hey! Great to see you all again,” Kelley said, “I just wanted to introduce Y/N to Jessie, since they’re the only teens here.” Kelley pushed Y/N forward.

 “Um, hi,” Y/N said.

 “Hi,” Jessie said back.

 “Great! I’ll let you two chat while me and your Mama check in, okay?”

 Before Y/N could say anything, Kelley was gone. The Canadian players moved away as well, leaving the two teens along. As soon as everyone was out of earshot, the two burst into laughter.

 “You could’ve at least told her we knew each other,” Jessie said.

 “I didn’t know she was going to do that,” Y/N said.

 In all honesty, Y/N didn’t tell her moms the real reason she wanted to come with them to camp. She wanted to come just to see Jessie. No one knew except them but they were sort of maybe dating. Y/N was really happy, she was nervous of course, about how her moms would react, how their teams would react, but mostly she really liked Jessie. Everything was still new, they met a few months earlier when Canada and the US played a friendly and both Y/N and Jessie were there. They didn’t really try to be sneaky then, it just happened that whenever they saw each other, no one else was around, but the last night before they flew home they snuck out on purpose. They hid in the stairwell talking and when Y/N had to sneak back into her room before her moms woke up, Jessie had kissed her and they’ve been dating ever since.

 “Well at least we won’t have to sneak around,” Jessie said.

 “Yeah for now, but like…” Y/N looked at the ground and blushed.

 “But like?”

 “Well… maybe I wanna kiss you and stuff,” Y/N mumbled.

 “That’s good, because I wanna kiss you and stuff,” Jessie said quietly back.

 Y/N moved subtly closer until her pinky brushed the back of Jessie’s hand. They were both smiling shyly at each other. Y/N jumped when a hand clapped onto her shoulder.

 “Got our room keys!” Kelley said, holding three room keys in her hand, “I’m glad to see you two getting along, but we should go unpack. I’ll see you around Jessie.”

 “Bye,” Y/N said.

 “Bye,” Jessie replied.

 ***

 The next day after both teams were done practicing, the teams decided to take advantage of the nearly empty hotel and the free large conference room they hotel reserved for them. Kelley and Alex were getting ready in their room while Y/N lounged on the bed.

 “Are you sure you don’t want one of us to stay?” Kelley asked, “We don’t know how long we’ll be gone.”

 “It’s okay,” Y/N said.

 “Are you sure? We don’t want you getting bored.”

 “I’m okay,” Y/N hadn’t looked up at them at all, instead looking down at her phone.

 “Who are you texting that’s so important you can’t look at me when I’m talking to you?” Kelley asked. Y/N looked up sheepishly.

 “Sorry,” She said, “It’s just Jessie. She’s not going tonight either. She’s sixteen so… also can’t drink. Is it okay if I go hang out in her room while you’re gone?”

 “Of course!” Alex yelled from the bathroom, “We think that’s a great idea, just try and be in bed by 11 okay?”

 “Okay Mama,” Y/N said.

 “If you promise to get at least six hours of sleep tonight,” Kelley said, “You can spend the night in her room.” Kelley winked at Y/N. For a moment, Y/N was terrified that her Mom knew. Then she realized if her Mom knew, she wouldn’t be letting Y/N spend the night with her unsupervised.

 “Okay,” Alex said, coming out of the bathroom. “You know where we’ll be and call us if you need us, okay?” Y/N nodded. “I love you,” Alex kissed Y/N on the forehead.

 “Love you too.”

 “And I love you three,” Kelley said. She gave Y/N a hug, “Be good,” She said.

 Y/N waited a few minutes after her moms left before she left and headed to Jessie’s room. Jessie had already told her that her roommate had left so they had uninterrupted alone time for a few hours. Y/N knocked on Jessie’s door and grinned when Jessie let her in. They sat down side by side on Jessie’s bed.

 “So what did you want to do?” Jessie asked.

 “Well,” Y/N bit her lip and let her hand slide over Jessie’s, “I missed you.”

 “I missed you too.”

 “And I thought that maybe… since we’re alone… we could… you know…”

 “Yeah?” Jessie said, shifting closer. Y/N nodded. “I would like that.”

 “Yeah?”

 “Yeah.”

 Y/N let her eyes slip shut when Jessie’s face moved closer to hers, their hands tangled together between them.

 ***

 “And then we scrimmaged,” Jessie said.

 They were laying in Jessie’s bed, Y/N with her head on Jessie’s shoulder and their hands raised above them, their fingers tangling together. They had kissed a bit (a lot) and now they were cuddling while Jessie told Y/N all about her day.

 “And I scored,” Jessie said.

 “You did?” Y/N said, “That’s so amazing, baby.”

 “Baby?” Jessie questioned. Y/N blushed and hid her face in Jessie’s neck. “Noooo, don’t be embarrassed, I like it, it’s cute.”

 “You’re cute,” Y/N mumbled.

 “You’re cuter.”

 Y/N lifted her head to stick her tongue out at Jessie. Jessie just laughed and Y/N couldn’t help but kiss her again. They were so distracted, they didn’t hear the door open.

 “Whoopsies!” Janine said loudly, “Didn’t realize you had company.”

 The two sprang apart. Y/N watched Janine’s eyes widen when they made eye contact.

 “Oh,” Janine said, “Jessie you dog!” Jessie groaned.

 “Janine please–”

 “I’m proud of you! I didn’t think you had it in you to bag Kellex’s kid, but I was wrong clearly,” Janine said, “I can leave if you two want privacy.”

 “No!” Jessie said loudly. Janine blinked.

 “No one knows yet,” Y/N said quickly. Janine nodded understandingly.

 “I see, well your secret’s safe with me,” Janine zipped her lips, “But since we’re all here, can I give Y/N the best friend speech or is this not the right time? And I do need to say, Jessie, no way you’re switching alliances ‘kay? You can do whatever you want when I’m not here but Jessie we still hate the Americans.”

 “You’re American,” Y/N pointed out.

 “Eh,” Janine waved her hand, “Legally maybe. But not in spirit.”

 Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, and soon Jessie and Janine joined in. After Janine changed out of her party clothes, she laid on her bed and the three turned on the only TV channel the hotel had. Y/N had to admit, it felt really nice to be able to open with someone, to not have to hide the fact that Jessie Fleming was her girlfriend. Maybe she needed to tell her moms.

 “Jess?” Y/N whispered after Janine fell asleep. Jessie hummed in response. “I think I wanna tell my moms about us, if that’s okay.” Jessie nodded.

 “Yeah, I’ve been thinking maybe I should tell my parents too.”

 “Okay,” Y/N whispered, “I’ll tell them in the morning, then we don’t have to sneak around so much.”

 “It’s gonna be okay,” Jessie said.

 ***

 “How was your night with Jessie?” Alex asked.

 “Good,” Y/N said. Alex handed Kelley a water bottle which Kelley took with a slight groan. Y/N should’ve expected her Mom to get a little too drunk and wake up feeling a little worse for wear. “Actually,” Y/N said. Her moms both look at her. “I wanted to talk to you guys about her.”

 “Why? Did something happen?” Kelley sat up, despite her earlier protests that her head hurt too much to move. “If she upset you in some way I will have words, no one hurts my baby.”

 “No!” Y/N interrupted quickly, “It’s nothing like that. I just… I wanted to tell you both that she’s kinda… We’re kinda… dating.”

 “You’re what?”

 “Dating?” Y/N squeaked out.

 “I didn’t say you could start dating,” Kelley said, “You’re still a baby, she’s way too old for you.”

 “She’s only a year older than me!”

 “That’s too old!”

 “Mom!”

 “And what did you do last night? I can’t believe we let you stay overnight with her, you are not allowed to be alone with her anymore,” Kelley said, “You’re too young for sex, you’re too young for dating.”

 “Nothing happened last night!” Y/N said, “We were just talking!”

 “Oh sure ‘just talking’.”

 “Her roommate was there! We just watched TV and talked, god Mom I’m not stupid.”

 “Kelley,” Alex said before Kelley could say anything else, “Let’s be adults about this. Y/N, how long has this been going on?”

 “Just a few months,” Y/N said, “Since the last camp we were both at.”

 “And do you like her?” Alex asked. Y/N nods emphatically.

 “If she hurts you I’ll kill her,” Kelley said, “She’ll never play soccer again I can promise that.”

 “Kelley!”

 “Mom!”

 “No one hurts my baby.”

 “Look,” Alex put her hands on Y/N’s shoulder and looked into her eyes, “We just want you to be happy and if she makes you happy then we’re happy. Right Kel?” Kelley stubbornly glared at the wall. “Right Kel?”

 “Fine,” Kelley said, “We’re happy. But that doesn’t mean we’re not going to scare the ever living shi–”

 “We’d like to meet her and get to know her,” Alex interrupted.

 “I think she’d like that,” Y/N says nervously, worried about whether her moms will scare her girlfriend off.

 ***

 “So,” Kelley started, “Jessie, tell me about yourself.”

 The four of them, Kelley, Alex, Y/N, and Jessie, were out to dinner. Kelley and Alex arranged it, all Y/N and Jessie had to do was show up. Y/N was sweating, nervous about how her moms would act and how Jessie would respond. Y/N wouldn’t know what to do if her moms didn’t like her girlfriend or if her girlfriend didn’t like her parents.

 “Well, I’m sixteen, I’m from London, Ontario, but I’m currently living in BC. I have an older brother and a younger sister. I play soccer, well,” Jessie blushed, “You already knew that.”

 “And do you have any future plans?” Kelley asked.

 “Oh, uh, yeah, well I’m planning on going to college. I haven’t committed yet but I’ve been looking into UCLA and I think I’ll uh, take some kind of engineering. But obviously, going pro is the goal.”

 “What if Y/N decides to go to school elsewhere? How long will you want to do long distance? What about after your soccer career ends? What about–”

 “Mom!” Y/N hissed, “Mama, tell her to stop.”

 “Kelley,” Alex said. Kelley leaned back in her chair. “I would like to know your intentions with my daughter.”

 “Mama!”

 “Well, I really like her,” Jessie said.

 “Just like?”

 “Well, it’s not that… I mean, we’ve only been dating a few months and–”

 “That’s such a short period of time, how can we know you’re serious about her?”

 “I just meant–”

 “I’m not going to sit here and watch you break my daughter’s heart.”

 “I–”

 “Mom! Mama!” Y/N snapped, “Stop it!” Her throat felt tight and she felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. “You’re supposed to be getting to know her not interrogating her! Why can’t you just trust me?!”

 Y/N stood up and stormed away from the table, wiping her eyes furiously. She ignored the calls that followed her, focusing on getting away from the situation. Part of her felt bad for leaving Jessie alone with her parents but she needed to get away. Y/N slammed the stall door in the bathroom and locked it, locking herself away from everything. She leaned against the wall and tried to get her breathing under control.

 “Y/N?” Alex voice sounded, “Baby? What’s going on? Please open the door.” Y/N ignored her.

 “Y/N, come on, open the door,” Kelley this time, “Let’s talk about this.” Y/N ignored her too.

 For a few minutes, Kelley and Alex tried, and failed, to convince Y/N to come out of the stall. Y/N didn’t want to face her moms, after how they acted. She was angry, she was embarrassed, and she was stressed. What if Jessie didn’t want to be with her anymore after that?

 “What are you doing here?” Kelley’s voice had hardened. It was clear she wasn’t talking to Y/N.

 “I just came to talk to Y/N.” Jessie.

 “Well, we’re fine here.”

 “Kel,” Alex said, “Just let her talk.”

 “Y/N,” Jessie said, having moved closer to the door, “I know you’re upset and I would be too, but your moms just love you and I… They’re just trying to look out for you. They didn’t mean to hurt you and you don’t have to worry. Nothing they can say to me is going to make me run away. I meant it when I said I really like you, and I’d go through a hundred interrogations if it meant I still got to be with you.”

 Y/N shyly opened the door, just enough to stick her head out so she could look at Jessie.

 “You mean it?”

 “Of course I do,” Jessie said.

 Y/N came out of the stall and let herself fall into Jessie’s arms. After a moment, and with one arm still around Jessie, she reached out to her moms, who came closer to join the group hug.

 “Let’s go back to the hotel,” Alex said. Everyone agreed.

 The walk back was quiet, with Y/N and Jessie walking together behind Kelley and Alex. Kelley and Alex were whispering together about something and Y/N, honestly, didn’t care to find out what it was. When they reached the hotel, they lingered in the hallway. Y/N was nervous about what would happen when they leave Jessie. Then, Kelley turned around and put her hand on Jessie’s shoulder.

 “I won’t lie, I didn’t like you when tonight started,” Kelley started. Y/N rolled her eyes. “But then I saw how you handled what happened earlier and how much you clearly care about my daughter. And how much she clearly cares for you. So, all I want to say is that I like you kid.” Alex cleared her throat. “Okay, and I’m sorry for how I acted.”

 “We just want Y/N to be happy,” Alex said, “And we’re happy that it’s you who makes her happy.” Y/N grinned.

 “So you approve?” She asked.

 “Yes,” Kelley and Alex said together.

 Y/N turned to Jessie, who turned to her, and the two embraced and then Y/N nuzzled her nose against Jessie’s and then leaned in to kiss her gently.

 “Okay don’t get ahead of yourselves now, we’re still your mothers,” Kelley said, separating Y/N from Jessie. Y/N giggled. “Okay that’s enough say goodnight to your girlfriend and lets leave before I change my mind and forbid you from dating until you’re 35.”

#alex morgan #kelley o'hara #kellex #uswnt imagines #uswnt imagine #alex morgan imagines #kelley o'hara imagines #kellex imagine #uswnt #jessie fleming #jessie fleming imagine #jessie fleming x reader #canwnt imagines #woso imagines

[gamergirl929]

Kellex VS Preath (USWNT x Reader)

Anonymous Request: USWNT x baby of the team where she’s new and just socially awkward and Preath and Kellex fight over who would be their team moms

You were ABSOLUTELY terrified, so terrified you were trembling.  

A call up to the USWNT was something you never expected, but the second you joined the NWSL you turned heads, turning enough heads in fact that you were about to compete with THE best of THE best.  

“You alright?”  

You jump, turning abruptly towards the women standing beside you, those women being Christen Press and Tobin Heath, the two women grinning.  

You swallow hard, attempting to swallow the lump in your throat.  

“Wh- You’re...” You stammer, the two women sharing a glance.  

“Breathe kid.” You feel a pat on your back, jumping when you realize the person behind you is Kelley O’Hara, Alex Morgan standing beside her.  

“You’re...”  

The four women smile and you clear your throat, cheeks blood red.  

“Sorry, I’m just...”

“Scared to death?” Alex asks and you nod, shuffling from foot to foot.  

Tobin throws an arm around you and you stiffen, the happy go lucky forward grinning.  

“Well, don’t worry, we’ve got your back.”  

You hear a hum before another arm slips around you, this one belonging to Kelley.  

“Well, so do we.”  

Alex’s eyes widen as she glances at Christen, Kelley and Tobin staring at each other with narrowed orbs.  

Meanwhile you stand in the middle, eyes wide.  

You don’t realize it, but in that moment, you had become the prize in a battle between the two women with their arms around you, and by extension, the two women standing behind them.  

                                                           ***

“We can’t let them win.” Kelley growls and Alex snorts.  

“Win what?”  

Kelley nods across field, seeing you sitting in between Christen and Tobin on the bench, the two women grinning as Christen ruffles your hair.  

“Look at them, already acting like her team moms, that could be us, SHOULD be us.” Kelley spits angrily and Alex snorts.  

Alex can’t help but grin as you give Christen a small smile, though you still have issues maintaining eye contact, fidgeting nervously between the two women.  

Kelley smirks as she glances at Alex, a familiar sparkle in her blue orbs, a spark of competition.  

“Ohhhhhh, I know that look.” She rubs her hands together and Alex grins.  

It’s then that Christen and Tobin look across field, seeing the two of them smirking at them across field.  

Christen’s green orbs narrow as she glances at Tobin, their shared smiles completely missed by you.  

“Oh, it’s SO on.” Alex whispers and Kelley nods.  

“Fuck yeah it is.”  

                                                           ***

It wasn’t only Tobin and Christen who’d taken you under their wing, but Kelley and Alex as well, the two women making you feel just as welcome.  

If you were being honest though, you were terrified. Having so many talented women taking you under their wing was overwhelming in a sense considering you’re absolutely awkward when it comes to social situations.  

“Hey, you okay?” Mallory Pugh asks and you nod, fidgeting.  

“I’m just uhh... Not the best at... Socializing?” You wince, the forward giggling.  

“I understand, it’s definitely scary, but everyone here is really nice.”  

You’re completely unaware of the conversation going on between Preath and Kellex at the back of the bus.  

“Would you look at that...” Tobin smirks, glancing at Kelley whose eyes narrow.  

“Yeah, looks like Y/N and Mallory are bonding.” Christen shrugs, and Alex growls.  

“Doesn’t mean anything.”  

Tobin hums.  

“I think it means a lot of things...”  

Kelley scoffs.  

“Well, you’re wrong.”

Tobin smirks.  

“Someone seems a little agitated... Maybe because she knows someone would like US as team moms...” She shrugs and Alex scoffs, even louder than Kelley.  

“Not a chance Heath.”

Christen smirks.  

“We’ll just have to see who Y/N picks, but from where I’m sitting we’re winning.”

Kelley snorts.

“Dream on Pressy.”  

                                                           ***

The sound of clanking glasses and crashing dishes makes you jump, but it’s then you realize that Kelley is sitting in the seat beside you, panting, Alex on your other side.  

Tobin and Christen settle across the table, the two glaring at Kellex, much to your confusion.  

“Y/N, look...!” Emily leans across the table with her menu and Kelley scowls.  

“THAT is an alcohol menu, Y/N is a baby.”  

You pout, your bottom lip hanging out and Kelley gives you a playful nudge.  

“They’re always like that.” Tierna giggles and you smile, glancing at Kelley, the defender grinning as she shrugs.  

“That’s what happens when you’re team babies.”  

You fidget.  

“So, I’m a team baby?” You ask and Alex giggles, ruffling your hair.  

“Yeah, you are.” She grins and your cheeks flush.  

“Now you just need team moms.” Kelley whispers, her eyes narrowed as she glares across the table at Tobin, the forward grumbling under her breath.  

Your brows furrow, the tension between Kelley and Tobin palpable, the same tension hanging over Christen and Alex, the two women staring narrow eyed across the table.  

You shake your head, as per usual, remaining silent.

                                                           ***

You knew skirmishes weren’t fun and games, but watching Kelley and Alex go up against Christen and Tobin was like watching the USWNT compete in a World Cup, the four women tearing up the field, making tackle after tackle until Christen eventually sinks the ball into the back of the net, Tobin walking over and wrapping her arms around Christen, sending a triumphant smirk towards Alex and Kelley, the two growling.  

“How does it feel to be the rope in a middle of a tug of war?” Emily pats your back as she flops down on the bench beside you and your brows furrow.  

“I-I-I don’t know what you mean...” You frown, the blonde grinning as she nods to the field where Alex and Kelley celebrate a goal, Tobin and Christen glaring on.  

“They aren’t usually like that, but they’re fighting over you.”  

You turn towards her, eyes wide and cheeks blood red.  

“Wh-What?! Me!?” You stare at her, eyes bulging and she nods.  

“Yep little wall-flower. You.”  

You shake your head rapidly.  

“Why me? I’m just-” You motion to yourself and Emily chuckles.  

“They take being team moms VERY seriously, and they’re fighting over which couple are going to be your team moms.”  

You scoff, shaking your head in disbelief.  

“Why would anyone fight over me?”  

Emily jumps to her feet, ruffling your hair.  

“Because you’re a cutie.”  

Your cheeks flush.  

“I’m not a cutie.”  

                                                           ***

The following month it becomes VERY apparent that the two are fighting over you, which you STILL couldn’t believe.  

“You alright?”  

You jump, turning to Alex, the forward grinning as the two of you walk down the strip’s sidewalk, littered with multiple buildings, clothing stores, etc.

Kelley swipes the snapback off you head and you smile softly, the defender plopping it onto her own head.  

“I should’ve known you’d be into snapbacks.” She teases, fiddling with the hat before placing it back on your head, just the way you had it.  

A sudden whistle makes you jump, Kelley and Alex sharing a glance when they see Christen and Tobin making their way towards them.  

“Oh, what a coincidence!” Christen places a hand on her chest, her lips split in a grin.  

Kelley growls.  

“Yeah, real coincidence.”  

Tobin throws an arm around your shoulder, nodding to your hat.  

“Nice.” She smirks and you smile, cheeks flushed.  

“Th-Thanks.”  

“What do you say we get something to eat?” Alex smiles and you nod, noting the way everyone glances at one another, the spark of competition in their eyes.  

This was going to be an interesting lunch.  

                                                           ***

Lunch had of course been interesting, Tobin and Christen winning the fight when it came to sitting beside you, Tobin and Christen grinning whereas Kelley and Alex are glaring across the table at them.  

The tension becomes too much for you and you move to your feet, smacking your hands on the table.  

“OKAY THAT’S ENOUGH.” You yell, the USWNT veteran’s staring up at you with wide eyes.  

“Y/N...” Christen starts and you shake your head.  

“NO! YOU GUYS TREAT ME LIKE I’M SOME PRIZE TO BE WON AND I’M NOT.”  

You glance around with wide eyes, your cheeks blood red when you realize everyone’s eyes are on you.  

In an instant you’re slipping from the table and running out of the restaurant, leaving a guilty Kellex and Preath behind.  

                                                           ***

It’s hours later when a hesitant knock sounds on your hotel room’s door, a few seconds later the same door creaks open.  

“Y/N?” You hear Tobin whisper and you sigh, burying yourself in your blankets.  

“Go away.”  

Alex frowns as she moves to the bed, she and Christen sitting down beside you. 

“Y/N, we’re sorry.” Kelley sits at the end of the bed, patting the lump under the covers and you sigh, poking your head out from beneath them.  

“You’re right, we were treating you like a prize, and you’re not, we just... We want to...” Tobin sighs and you sit up, your eyes narrowed as your eyes dart from guilty face, to guilty face.  

Alex takes a deep breath, her hand on your back.  

“You’re the team baby, and we want to make sure you know we love you.”  

Your cheeks flush as you glance down at your lap, your fingers nervously fiddling with one another.  

“I know you do...” You mumble, leaning against Christen, the forward smiling.  

“Did you ever think maybe I’d be fine with all of you being my team moms?” You ask, everyone’s eyes widening as they share a glance, all grinning.  

“Well we didn’t think of that...”  

                                                           ***

Emily rolls her eyes, smiling as you snuggle between Kellex and Preath, the four women snuggled around you.  

Since you’d made the USWNT roster, the four were more than excited considering their baby had made the team.  

Your cheeks flush as Alex ruffles your hair, the woman kissing the side of your head.  

“We’re still sorry about what happened Y/N.” Tobin whispers and you smile.  

“I know, but I think you’ve more than made it up to me AND I did get four team moms out of the deal.” You smirk, the four women shaking their heads.  

When it was all said and done, the only thing better than having two team moms was having four.  

#uswnt #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #kellex x reader #preath x reader

[dimitrescus-bitch]

Masterlist Pt. 1

I’m gonna split it up a little at a time just because it’s very time consuming.

WoSo

Alex Morgan

Expansion

More Than Bros

The one I didn’t title

Morgan’s Afterthought

Kellex

Relax

Perfect

Lindsey Horan

Alex Knows

Shorty

Red Redemption

Sneaky

Tank

Christen Press

Someday

Rock Star

Future Star

Mishap

Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Crowded

Colors

Photographs

Sugar

Yours

Cap it Off

Mystery

Support

The Best Kept Secrets

Kailen Sheridan

That Morgan

#masterlist #women's soccer imagines #kailen sheridan imagine #kailen sheridan x reader #kailen sheridan imagines #alex morgan x reader #alex morgan imagine #alex morgan imagines #rpf #kellex imagines #kellex imagine #christen press imagine #christen press imagines #christen press x reader #lindsey horan x reader #lindsey horan imagine #lindsey horan imagines

[whatisthiswritingthing]

Weenis - Kellex x Reader

Prompt: kellex x adhd! reader? Maybe where reader has a really hard time getting homework done and gets frustrated, but kellex helps her out?

Yes, I wrote this when I should have been doing my own paper. No, I’m not stoked about how this one turned out.

“Can Y/N come out and play?” Sonnett knocked on the younger soccer players door, Alex keeping the door partially closed.

“You guys aren’t six,” Alex rolled her eyes, still keeping the blonde defender in the hall.

“So, she can come play?” she perked up, “We found a perfect spot to…”

Sonnett stopped talking at the firm glare Alex gave her.

“Perfect spot to study, perfect spot to study is what I was going to say,” Emily frantically nodded her head up and down.

“Go away Sonny, Y/N is doing homework,” Kelley called from inside the room.

Sonnett trotted off once Kelley joined in. Alex closed the door, moving back into the room where Y/N was hunched over the desk, typing away at her laptop.

“Come on guys, like 20 minute break,” Y/N tried to plead with them.

“Nope, you never come back and actually finish your stuff. Once your paper is done you and Sonny can go do whatever it was you were going to do,” Alex smoothed a few of Y/N’s stray hairs behind her ear, Y/N nodded along.

Y/N went back to her laptop, typing away for a few minutes, before turning around to the pair both sitting on the bed reading.

“Did you guys know the plastic part of a shoelace is called an aglet?”

“Yes,” Kelley deadpanned, not looking up from her book.

Y/N huffed and turned back to her paper.

“Did you know tickling is technically a panic response?” She turned around after another couple minutes.

“Ok that one is kind of cool,” Kelley lowered her book this time.

“Right? It’s supposed to be as defense for small predators on the skin, such as spiders,” Y/N turned around fully, proud to have gotten the attention.

Kelley nodded along, “Is that why people can’t tickle themselves?”

“Kelley no, Y/N needs to focus on her homework. Y/N you can tell us after you finish you’re done your paper.” Alex chastised both.

“But I really want to know more about the tickling thing Al,” Kelley whispered to Alex.

Alex rolled her eyes, “How about this, you can tell us a random fact for every page you finish on your paper? Can you handle that?”

“I have so many random facts! I’ve got this!” Y/N whipped back around to the desk, quickly typing away at her computer.

Y/N abruptly turned back around, “So! You can’t tickle yourself because our body doesn’t register our own touch; more specifically, the sensations made by our movements. Also, we don’t register the action as a danger or threat.”

“Dude, how do you know this?” Kelley asked, Alex’s eyebrows shot up at the technical response.

“Meh I don’t know, I read. I’m actually smart guys, I just sit don’t still well,” Y/N responded, hurt lacing her tone.

“We know you are kid; you always have an answer for everything and you’re killing it at school,” Kelley sat up straighter, softening her eyes at the young player.

“We just want to help you focus, so you have more time to play with your friends,” Alex added, rolling her eyes when she realized it sounded like she was talking to a child.

“I know you are, and I appreciate it,” Y/N nodded sincerely, “because Sonnett and I convinced…” she trailed off when Alex raised a single eyebrow, “we convinced no one of nothing. Look! My laptop!” She exaggerated her excitement, turning around and began typing again.

Kelley laughed softly and shook her head; Alex rolled her eyes.

The room remained quiet for the next several minutes, typing the only thing heard while Y/N focused on finishing her paper.

“Did you know your weenis is the crinkled skin on your elbow? It’s actually a slang term, the technical name being olecranal skin. The slang term is supposed to have been derived from an ancient Egyptian pharaoh named Wenis.”

“What the fuck Y/N? Why do you know that?”

“I don’t know, It was a funny word, so I looked it up,” Y/N smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

“Why is it named after the pharaoh?” Alex was interested now.

“I don’t know, I just know a little bit about a lot,” Y/N shrugged again and turned back to her computer, focussing back on her paper.

Alex and Kelley made eye contact, surprised at the variety in Y/N’s random facts.

“Did you know chimps, gorillas and koalas all have fingerprints? Koalas are very similar to humans.”

Without waiting for a response she turned back and continued to work. The couple gave each other another look, now wanting Y/N to finish her paper faster so they could see what she was even working on.

Both kept glancing up from their books to see if Y/N was ready to give them another random fact.

“Boom! Done! Can I go play now?” Y/N closed her laptop, jumping out of the and fist bumping the air.

“Wait, you’re done? How are you done do fast?”

“Yea, you didn’t even fight us.”

“Giving you guys random facts gave my brain a chance to jump around a bit. Physically moving helps, but some time I just need to mentally move. If that makes sense. Distract myself with random different topics,” Y/N shrugged.

“What were you even writing a paper on?”

“Oh post-concussion syndrome and active recovery techniques and subsequent psychological factors associated,” Y/N offered nonchalantly, while she looked for her room key to go find Sonnett. “Later losers,” she gave them a peace sign and opened the door.

“What the fuck Y/N, what fucking class are you writing a paper like that for?”

“Pathophysiology of Post-Concussion,” Y/N stopped at the door.

“What so you’re like smart smart, not just smart,” Kelley stopped her again before she could leave.

“Meh I guess,” Y/N just shrugged again.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines #uswnt imagine

[tobin-heaths]

Perfect timing

request: Kellex x reader and the reader is young + you awake feeling sick but decide to act like everything is fine until it really isn’t

pairing: Kelley O’Hara/Alex Morgan x Reader

words: 1615

"Y/N, wake up." Someone was gently stroking your cheek. "No, leave me alone." You said groggily and turned onto your stomach, raising the blanket above your head.

Kelley looked over to Alex and giggled. "You try, babe." Alex shrugged her shoulders and laid down next to you. Reaching over she tugged the covers down a little so she was able to see your sleepy face.

"Kelley, give me my phone please." She whispered and took the phone from her girlfriend's hand. Blowing her a kiss as a thank you she captured a picture of your sleepy form.

Your hair was a mess all over the pillow and your mouth was slightly opened, a little drool leaking onto the fabric. Alex couldn't help but giggle. "You'll be late for breakfast if you don't get up now. Do you really want Dawn marching in here dragging you onto the field?"

You couldn't care less as you were feeling absolutely terrible. This had to be the worst night of your life. You were comfortably sleeping in your bed as suddenly a wave of nausea hit you, ultimately waking you up. On top of that came the headache.

You groaned and turned around leaning against the headboard. The headache was still there and made you wince. Your nausea was gone, to your delight. But nonetheless you missed a fair amount of sleep and your face was extremely pale.

"Are you feeling alright, love? Your face looks like a zombie." Alex chuckled.

"Real smooth, Alex. You know just how to make me feel better." You replied sarcastically. Both of them laughed.

As Alex received a message on her phone you turned towards Kelley. "To answer her question, I'm perfectly fine. Just sleepy, that's all." You forced a smile.

"Good, now get your ass out of bed and dress. Jill expects you down in ten minutes. We'll leave for training immediately after, make sure you pack all your stuff." The forward climbed out of bed and grabbed the keycard laying on the table.

"Should we wait for you?" Kelley asked. "No, no. Go ahead. I'll be down shortly." You nodded and motioned to the door.

Arriving at breakfast the whole team was there, typing on their phones, finishing their meals or having conversations. The smell of food hit your nose and as fast as your nausea was gone it came back.

Hopefully nobody would notice your condition, at least not the medical team or Dawn. It would mean no training and you desperately wanted to workout.

You strolled over to the table filled with your girlfriends and the rest of the gay club.

"How the hell did you manage to get her out of bed?" Pinoe asked and laughed as you reached the table, sitting down on the chair next to Tobin and Christen.

"It's not that hard, you just need the right techniques." Kelley replied.

"Right techniques my ass, Kels! I actually decided to get up after they threatened me with Dawn." You answered with a pout as the rest of the table fell into laughter.

"Nice picture by the way." Lindsey appeared behind you, kissing your cheek and running off. Whipping around you stared after her in disbelief.

"What photo? Wait– you did not show her the photo right?" You looked back at your girlfriends with a frown.

"I don't know what you mean. Kelley, do you know what she's talking about?" Alex asked. "No idea." Kelley shook her head.

"Everybody saw." Pinoe said in a bored tone as if it wouldn't be the most embarrassing thing for you.

"What?" You exclaimed and watched all of them laughing, Ashlyn, about to fall from her chair, hit the table with her first repeatedly.

"Don't mind them. They're just kids. Why don't you get some food, Y/N?" Christen turned to you with a kind smile. Bless her good soul.

"Oh, uh. Yeah sure. Thanks, Chris." You said and reluctantly stood up. Your tired legs dragged you over to all the food, deciding scrambled eggs should be enough and returned back to your table.

"That's all you're gonna eat?" Tobin asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Shhh, don't be so loud, Tobes. They might hear you and then I'm dead." You pointed over to Alex and Kelley, who were deep in a conversation with Ali and Julie, who had turned around in her seat to talk to them.

Tobin held her hands up and continued her conversation with Christen and Ashlyn.

Now that you were left alone in between everyone you looked down to your food, the sight making you sicker. No chance you could finish this all without throwing up on the table.

Unbeknownst to you Christen was keeping an eye on you since you stepped through the door. The way your face was looking worried her and now that you had trouble touching your food she immediately knew what was up. She leaned towards you.

"Y/N? If you cannot manage to eat this then don't. If you're sick you should see medical staff immediately. You should not workout today!" She whispered and you halted with the fork in your hand.

"What are you talking about? I'm fine, just tired. That's all. See?" You promised and shoved egg after egg into you. You had trouble keeping the food inside your stomach and forced a smile for Christen once the plate was empty.

Once the horrible breakfast was done and you still managed to appear somewhat normal it was time to stretch and warm up. You managed to get through that in one try, your energy running low very fast.

The nausea became too much at one point, it was hard to keep your posture. You knew it was only a matter of time until you'd throw up.

"Alex, I don't like this one bit." Kelley said as the both of them sat on the bench, tying their cleats, watching you get ready for some sprints, holding your stomach with a pained expression.

You were up to run with Crystal and Julie, Dawn giving you the signal to start. You tried your best to run as fast as possible but in your current state that wasn't very much.

Your legs slowed until you had to stop completely to take deep breaths. Your eyes widened as you felt the vomit coming up.

You ran off the field and to the nearest thrash can, emptying your stomach with teary eyes.

Your girlfriends were the first ones to jump into action, calling for a medical and running over to your side. "Y/N!" Alex was the first one to reach you and placed her hand on your back. Kelley joined the other side.

You sank to the floor as soon as you had emptied your whole stomach and gagged at the taste left in your mouth, both women taking you into their arms.

"Why didn't you tell anyone that you're sick?" The forward asked concerned. "I can't believe you wanted to pull through like this."

"It actually feels better now that I've thrown up." You declared and waited for Dawn and Medicals to arrive, both women not leaving your side for one second.

"Y/N! What is going on here? Care to explain?" Dawn asked, obviously a little bit too worried about you, since you were the youngest on the team right now.

They knelt down in front of you trying to reach your side but neither Alex or Kelley seemed ready to leave your side.

"Ladies, please. I know you're worried but we need the space." You looked towards Kelley, the brunette was rolling her eyes and reluctantly stood up, taking Alex with her.

"Fine, but we stay right behind you." You groaned at her words. "Guys, I appreciate it but really! I'm fine!" You protested.

"We will see." One of the medics mumbled. "For now let's get you off the field so the others can go back to working. Let's go, ladies!" Dawn yelled and clapped her hands to shoo your teammates away.

"You know that this will be it for a few days at least right? We will go over this with Jill later. How's her pulse?" Dawn asked while Alex gently rubbed your shoulder.

"It's a bit too low for my liking, I know she said she feels better but that might be so for only a moment. We have to take her inside." He explained, letting go of your arm. "Can you stand up?" Another woman asked, all of them rising to their feet in front of you.

"I guess, lemme try." With the help of Kelley you managed to get back onto your shaky feet.

Together they walked you off the field and towards the locker rooms. "Guys, I love you, but you gotta get back to training." You nudged Alex and smiled at her.

"No, I will not leave your side, you're my baby, I stay with you." She stated and your cheeks tainted pink. "I'm not a baby." You grumbled in embarrassment.

"It's alright, if Alex can stay I'll get back to it. Just make sure she'll be fine." Kelley said as you reached the destined room and kissed your cheek before running off after you nodded.

“Alright, let’s sit you down here and get to work. Alex you can sit down there.” Dawn pointed towards a chair next to the treatment bench as your pulse was measured once you emptied a glass of water. Alex smiled tenderly and grabbed your unoccupied hand.

All in all you’d be missing training for at least until you completely recover as to not worsen your situation but with the help of Alex and Kelley it won’t be too boring.

#kelley o’hara imagines #alex morgan imagines #uswnt imagines #kelley o'hara #alex morgan #uswnt #woso imagines #woso

[13uswntimagines]

Honorable Fight (Reader x Kellex)

Request: R is a UFC fighter, and there's fighter who is talking shit about her family (Charlie, Alex and Kelley) and R goes off on him in the cage, and can only be calm after she sees her girls.

Author's Note: Hey Guys, so this one was super fun to write (most UFC ones are). I should mention Sean O'Malley is a UFC fighter, I should also mention Kelley and R are both G!P in this. Let me know what you think! your comments and anonymous messages give me life.

You sighed deeply as Alex ran a soft hand through your hair. You turned further on your side, burying your face in her stomach, every cell in your body relaxing into her touch like putty. 

It was a rare serene moment in the chaos of fight week. A rare moment where the only thing that needed your attention were your beautiful wives. 

Sure it was fun fighting for a title, but the media shitstorm that came with it was overwhelming. Especially when you were on the tail end of your weight cut, and your opponent seemed more content to shit talk than any other you had met before. 

Then again, you were convinced it was his mouth that got him his title and not his fighting. 

You would be the pin that popped his pretentious bubble on his first title defense. 

But here, in this moment, none of that mattered. They were an island of calm. Of normal. They had always been a grounding force for your sanity, and that didn’t change when you became a big-name fighter. In fact, you treasured the levelness they brought to your life even more now. 

They were the voice of reason. The encouragement. The prize was better than any belt known to man. 

“It’s kind of amazing,” Kelley hummed quietly from the couch across from you. 

You rolled back over, squinting at your other wife. “Hmm,” Alex hummed. 

Kelley smirked. “That the big badass fighter turns into a puppy,” 

You growled lightly at her, bearing your teeth. “Alex is comfy and I’m in pain,”

Your stomach growled as if on cue. 

Cutting weight fucking sucked, even if your normal weight wasn’t that much higher than what the scale had to read. 

“And you’ll weigh in in 12 hours and get to eat whatever you want,” Kelley rolled her eyes at your dramatics, more than used to it. 

“Wan my candy mama?” Charlie asked, toddling up to the couch, and patting your belly. “Make tummy monster go bye-bye,” 

You smiled softly at your daughter, easily reaching over and pulling her to sit on your stomach. 

“Thank you, baby. I promise I’ll eat all the candy with you after I come off stage,” 

She pouted down at you. “And we pway with Cwarke and wexa?” 

You nodded seriously at the mention of your striking and Jujitsu coaches respectively. “Lexa and Clarke will play with you after we get off stage,” 

It was adorable to watch your normally stoic jujitsu coach play wrestle with your daughter, and your amazing striking coach encourage her through basic combinations. You trusted your team with your life. They had been your family for as long as you could remember, and you loved how well they meshed with the loves of your life and your daughter. 

Your watch beeped, and you glanced down at the text. You were exactly 12 hours out from the time you had to be on weight. It was time to go and do the not-fun part. 

“You’ve gotta go,” Alex hummed, running her hand through your hair again. 

“I’ve gotta go,” You nodded, sitting up with a sigh. Kelley sent you a sad smile. 

She knew part of the reason you hated weight cutting so much was because you had to leave your family to do it. You never wanted them to see you in so much pain, or for them to be involved in something that could so easily go wrong. 

You sighed again, sliding Charlie off your lap and grabbing your shoes. 

“Come with you?” Charlie looked up at you with wide eyes. 

Your lips formed a thin frown. “Sorry bug, but you’re gonna stay here with momma and mommy and watch some movies,” 

“Nooo,” Charlie whined, throwing her head back dramatically, earning a chuckle from both Alex and Kelley. You sent a glare in their direction. 

You gently rubbed her back. 

“Yes baby,” you murmured, holding her close for a long minute before you pressed a kiss into her hair. “I’ll see you tomorrow right after I go on stage,” 

“Pwromise?” Her eyes which looked so like Kelley’s stared up at you. 

“I promise,” you nodded, kissing her forehead. 

She echoed your nod and released you, pointing towards Kelley and Alex. “Kiss for Mommy and momma,” 

You rolled your eyes at the order but pushed yourself to your feet nonetheless. 

“She’s so your daughter,” you hummed, leaning over Alex to give her a nice kiss. 

“Hmm, yours too,” She chuckled, pulling you in for another, longer kiss. It turned slightly dirty, a promise she always liked to leave you with. 

It was a reminder of what you were coming back to. 

You pulled back with a pop, ignoring Alex’s smirk as you turned toward Kelley. 

“Go kick some ass, make your abs really pop,” She chuckled as she pulled you into an equally dirty kiss. 

“Just for you,” You hummed as you pulled back. “I’ll always win it for you guys,” 

******

Things always felt more volatile when you were on weight. You always felt more volatile, like one word would break the immaculate calm you always projected. 

It was part of the reason you separated yourself from your girls. You never wanted them to have to see you like that. 

Maybe your edginess could be chalked up to lack of sleep, or lack of food and water to get on weight. Or maybe it was due to the way Lexa and Clarke had acted as a wall between you and him backstage, preventing you from strangling him for the never-ending stream of vitriol that came out of his mouth. 

Whatever it was, you were nearing the end of your patience as you stepped off the scale, shook Dana’s hand, and turned towards where Sean would come on stage. 

“I don’t want any funny shit,” Dana said, as Sean jumped up onto the stage with a rattle, the president's arm already between you and the man you were going to face. 

“I won’t if he doesn’t,” You hummed, stone-faced, your eyes never leaving your opponent. 

You felt Dana’s glare as he muttered “You know he will,” 

You did know. 

That had been O’Malley’s game from the beginning, even before you agreed to the fight. 

You were going to show him how much you… appreciated his comments as soon as the octagon door slammed shut, but you weren’t prepared to tip your hand before that. 

Your lips curled as he flipped double birds on the scale, and moved towards you, his chest puffed out in a poor imitation of Connor McGregor. 

He didn’t have the same swagger to pull it off that the Irishman did. He didn’t have the skills to back out his mouth either. 

You held your ground as he approached, your chin tilting slightly so you could look into his muddy, brown eyes, even as he shoved against Dana’s arm to get as close to you as possible. 

“Must be fucked sharing a woman,” He hissed, his nose almost touching yours. “Not that you could satisfy one on your own,” 

You kept your face calm, something that seemed to only infuriate him further, as you stared into his eyes. They reminded you of dirt, grimy and disgusting. 

They were a reflection of his soul. 

“Must be fucked to not know if your kid is actually yours,” He continued, shoving Dana to be impossibly closer, pressing for a reaction he would never get. 

He wanted to see your emotions, your rage, and you wouldn’t give that to him. 

You wouldn’t show him how the comment felt like a punch to the chest. 

It was true. 

Charlie couldn’t biologically belong to both you and Kelley, but that didn’t matter. She was your child, no matter which one of you actually made up the 2nd half of her DNA. 

You and your wives had chosen to get pregnant the way that you did so you and Kelley could equally be her parent.

It was a low blow, one he expected you to react to. But you didn’t move. You didn’t flinch. 

And you saw a flash of fear course through his eyes. 

He was hitting you with his best to get into your head, and as far as he knew, it wasn’t working. 

There was a reason your calm was legendary after all. 

His lips curled, and you knew the last exchange between the two of you would just be words. “Don’t worry, your shot probably wouldn’t be potent enough anyway. At Least tomorrow you’ll know who your daddy is,” before using both hands to shove you backward. 

And you let him. 

You let him push you, keeping your hands at your side and a stoic expression on your face, hiding the rage that was bubbling in your chest. 

Dana was between you in an instant, preventing Sean from shoving you again as his coaches tried to restrain his thrashing, spitting form. 

You stared him down, completely still, which only served to make him angrier. He shoved more violently against his team, confirming one very important fact in your mind. 

He was making so much noise because he was afraid. 

A snake only rattles when it’s scared after all. 

You were in control as you allowed your coaches to back you off of the stage, unwilling to look away from him until you were through the curtain and down a deserted hallway in the underbelly of the stadium. 

It was only then that you let your emotions out, your foot landing heavily on a trash can. 

“I’m going to fucking murder him,” You growled, hitting the trash can again. It was despicable of him to bring up your family. A massive breach of the code most of the people signed seemed to follow. “He’s got 22 and a half minutes of fucking hell in front of him, and he doesn’t even know it yet,” 

You were going to make him suffer for mentioning your family. 

“Let’s not get too cocky,” Clarke said, pulling the trash can away before you could hit it again, as Lexa stepped in front of you, both hands up in a pacifying motion. 

You blew out a long breath. “He’s a fucking twat and he needs to pay,” 

Lexa nodded, shoving a water bottle at you. You took it, bringing it to your lips and pulling long greedy sips. 

The water helped to calm the beast in your chest. 

“We know, but we don’t want to give up finishing chances to prove a point,” She reminded you, her voice soft, forcing you to pay attention. 

“He’s dangerous, we can’t overlook that in the name of revenge,” Clarke added, stepping towards you and placing a calming hand on your back. 

“I know,” You grumbled, taking another long sip. 

You knew what the game plan was, even if your nutrition-deprived body wanted to make him beg for you to finish him. You had to fight smart, especially when he was trying to make you reckless. “You didn’t hear what that little-“

“Let go, mommy!” 

The little voice cut you off, and you whipped around to face it, the rage that dominated your chest dissipating at the sight. 

Alex was crouched behind Charlie, holding her tightly as Kelley kneeled on her other side as the toddler tried to wiggle herself free of the restraining arms. 

“Let’s give mama a second,” Alex said, raising an eyebrow at you as if she was telling you to get yourself in check. 

You gulped, taking another deep sip of your drink. It did little to help you. 

From the beginning of your career, you had agreed that you never wanted them to see you when you were struggling to control yourself. You never wanted them to see the self that you were in the octagon when you weren’t in the cage. 

You rolled your shoulders, hoping it would help, but it didn’t. 

Charlie pouted. “But she promised we eat candy as soon as she off stage,” 

Clarke moved from behind you, patting your shoulder. “Why don’t we run through some boxing drills first monkey? Then you and your mama can eat your well-deserved rewards,” 

Charlie squealed at the prospect. Running bags was one of her favorite pastimes, and Clarke had been pretty busy with you this week so they hadn’t gotten to do much. 

“Come on then,” The blonde coach smiled widely, holding out her hand, and Alex released Charlie so she could run to your coach. 

You would forever be grateful for how good they were with her. With all your girls really. 

You stood frozen until you heard the telltale thump of your locker room door shutting, before both of your wives slowly approached you and Lexa passed you your shirt. 

You slipped the material over your head, just as Kelley and Alex got to you, slowly wrapping you in their arms. 

“That looked pretty heated,” Alex said softly, her hand finding your overexpressed abs underneath your shirt, and tracing the defined lines. 

You hummed, tucking your nose into her neck and letting the last of your anger bleed out of you. 

It had been pretty intense, more intense than your staredowns usually went. 

You had never had someone shove you before. 

“Did he hurt you?” Kelley pressed further, her fingers finding your spine and tapping gently. 

You shook your head. “No. He pissed me off more than anything,” 

The weight of the confession hung in the air between the three of you. 

You rarely ever told them when a fighter was actually annoying you. You usually let the comments they made roll off, but if he had said something that had stuck, that was a sign in it itself. 

“What did he say?” Alex asked, trying to be gentle, but also unwilling to let you bottle it up. 

“Nothing worth repeating,” You scoffed, shaking your head again. They didn’t need to hear the garbage that came out of his mouth. They didn’t need to know he was using your relationship against you. That he was using your daughter against you. 

“I think the poor trash can would disagree,” Kelley chuckled, pointing to the dented can and breaking the sudden tension that had overtaken you. 

You winced at the distorted can. “I’ll make him pay for it anyway,” 

“We don’t doubt that,” Alex agreed. “But talking it out might help you calm down,” 

You blew out another long breath through your nose. 

They didn’t deserve to have to hear the shit that came out of his mouth. They didn’t deserve the hate he was throwing your way, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to shield them from it entirely. 

Not with the number of cameras on you. 

“He likes to mention you two and Charlie,” You started slowly, “He thinks he understands our relationship, but he doesn’t. He wants to get under my skin and make me make mistakes tomorrow,”

“And it’s working,” Alex supplied easily, running her hand through your hair as you leaned closer to her, taking all the comfort she was offering. 

“It’s not,” You protested, and she scratched your scalp a little harder.

“It is,” Kelley chuckled. “You demolished a trash can,” 

You squinted, shaking your head. 

That had been the person Y/n reacting to. It was the mother and wife in you enraged that he would bring up something so private. You could fantasize as much as you wanted about pushing him to the limit, but when that octagon door slammed shut, you knew it wasn’t the mother in you that he would be facing. 

He would be facing the fighter. The cold and calculated side of you that you trained to no end. There were no emotions in the octagon. No dreams of revenge. Only analysis of the fighter in front of you, and a game of chess that you couldn’t lose. 

It was a hard transition to explain. Difficult for even your wives to understand how you could just turn off your emotions seemingly at will. It was a side to yourself that they rarely got to see. 

“He’s afraid,” You explained carefully. “He’s saying stuff because he knows that the only way for him to win is for me to make a mistake. My emotions won’t follow me tomorrow. I shouldn’t have let them take over, especially in front of Charlie. I’m sorry,” 

“Don’t apologize, babe,” Alex’s voice was soothing in your ear as both of them held you tighter. “you’re human, you’re allowed to feel,” 

“And she only saw Lexa moving it so you didn’t hit it again,” Kelley added gently. 

They knew how hesitant you were to let them see the more destructive side of your job. 

“He’s just,” You closed your eyes tightly, the words getting stuck in your throat, his cackle echoing in your brain. “It’s wrong for him to drag you into it, and for him to speak about you the way he did,” 

“We know,” They sighed in unison, holding you close to them, knowing the only way to make you feel better was through their touch. 

Their reassurances that they would be there no matter what happened. 

It was the perfect moment, only interrupted by the loud moaning of your empty stomach. 

“We better go. Charlie is very insistent that candy will help your tummy monster,” Alex chuckled, patting your abs as your stomach rumbled again. 

They were painfully defined in a way that looked great but felt horrible.

You made a pained expression. Candy would not be enough to satisfy you. 

“A steak too,” 

Your stomach rumbled again earning a chuckle from your wives.“Maybe 2 steaks,” 

“Whatever you want baby,” Kelley smiled widely, carefully untangling herself from you and beginning to guide you in the direction your coaching staff had disappeared with your daughter. 

You would enjoy this moment because before you knew it, you would have to leave them again to put an asshole back in his place. 

*****

Your hand clenched around the balcony railing, your other squeezing your phone so tightly you were afraid it would shatter. 

You knew that the embedded crew had picked up on what Sean said to you, but having them send you the pre-edit where it was so clear was… infuriating. 

You didn’t necessarily want the world to begin forming opinions on something they didn’t understand. And putting Charlie out there felt… too over the line. 

Your hands clenched again as you watched the clip over, the words burying themselves impossibly deeper in your brain. 

You couldn’t let them post the clip. You had to protect your family. You-

“Hey, what are you doing awake?” Warm arms wrapped around your waist, and a nose nudged just under your ear. 

You hummed, leaning back into Alex’s slightly taller form. “I got up for a midnight snack,” 

You lazily gestured to the half-eaten pack of Oreos left forgotten on the table next to your balcony. “what are you doing up?” 

Her, Charlie, and Kelley had been knocked out after your movie marathon, cuddled up together as the credits of Moana rolled across the screen. 

It had been hard to untangle yourself from the trio, but you didn’t want to wake them with your overthinking. You thought that the Vegas lights would help, and your favorite cookies, but then the media team emailed you and started that spiral all over again. 

“Charlie got up to go to the bathroom and missed you, I volunteered,” Alex explained gently. “What are you watching?”

“A precut of the clip for UFC embedded,” You mumbled, restarting the footage and holding it up for her to see. 

She could feel your mask slip into place as the clip of Sean taunting you rolled across the small screen. She could feel the tension run up your spine, and the way your entire body seemed to harden as he spoke (more like spewed) the words she knew had impacted you so much. 

“Well,” She hummed softly, nudging your ear with her nose. “I can see why you destroyed a trash can,” 

“I don’t want the world to see this,” You admitted, your voice rough. “I don’t want Charlie to find it one day and wonder what he means. It doesn’t matter how badly I beat him tomorrow,” 

Alex let a beat of silence pass between you, holding onto you as tightly as she could. She knew you were the most worried about how Charlie would view you and your career after she actually understood what it was you did. You worried that she wouldn’t be able to grow up normally because of the media. 

“She won’t,” Alex hummed. “She’ll remember how much we love her. She won’t listen to what that douchebag has to say. She’ll understand what we did and why we did it,”

You shifted heavily. “I just hope you’re right,” 

“Don’t worry, I am,” She said, hugging you for another long minute before stealing one of your Oreos. “Now come back inside. I don’t think the little monster will go back to sleep until you’re in bed with us,” 

You shook your head. It was a special thing that Charlie got to sleep with the three of you instead of in her own bed, but you liked to have them close during fight week. 

“Just know I would do anything to protect you three,” You said, your voice heavy as you both turned to head back into your hotel room. 

“We know,” 

****

The 2nd time you had to say goodbye to your family before the fight was always the easiest for you and the hardest for them. 

You could feel how much they didn’t want to let you go in the way Kelley and Alex kissed you and how Charlie clung to your neck until Kelley had to pull her off. 

But you had a routine. They never came into the locker room with you, even before you were warming up, and you never knew exactly where in the venue they were sitting. You didn’t want to know. You didn’t want to be able to look out into the crowd and find them if something started to go wrong. 

You didn’t want to have to see their faces if you weren’t the one who won. 

Them leaving you early was easier for you. It gave you time to get into the right headspace for what you had to do. It let you disconnect from the more… human side of yourself. It was hard to beat a man senseless when you were thinking about the family that he also had. 

You watched the live stream of the PPV out of the corner of your eye as Clarke began the long process of taping your hands for the fight. You fought to keep your fingers relaxed as they flashed to an interview with Sean before the fight.  “I’m going to make him regret every word he’s ever said,” 

“I know it’s hard, but you need to think clearly right now,” Clarke said, gripping your hands and beginning to wind the pre-wrap around each of your digits. “You need to remember the game plan. Don’t let him turn this into a pissing contest,” 

You grit your teeth. “I’m trying,” 

You felt Clarke and Lexa share a look more than you saw it. 

Lexa's hand gripped your jaw and she turned your head to force you to make eye contact with her. 

“If you go out there with him in your head, you will not go home to Charlie, Alex, and Kelley in one piece.” 

“I know,” You growled, “I just want to make him regret saying those things so badly,” 

“You will,” Lexa assured you, “You’ve gotta fight smart though. Stick to the plan and he’ll regret every word,” 

“If you let him egg you on, you’ll fall right into his plan,” Clarke added, beginning to tape your other hand. “He’ll force you to make a mistake and then what?”

You blew out a breath. You knew the answer. 

You’d make a mistake and then you’d get hurt. 

“He’s an ass, we know,” Clarke said slowly. “But the only way to do this right is to fight your fight. Not the one he wants you to fight,” 

“I know,” You muttered, breathing heavily through your nose, and pushing the anger and rage out with the air. 

You had to fight with a clear mind. Emotions killed inside of the octagon, and you couldn’t allow yours to control you. You needed to come back to your family safe and sound. 

“Tell me the plan,” Lexa said, as Clarke finished the tape job on your hands. 

“Keep him on his toes with leg kicks, nail a few to his stomach and go high when he drops his hands,” You recited, allowing yourself to slip into the fighter side of your brain. 

Allowing yourself to forget that Sean was a man, and viewing him as a chess piece instead. Just another thing you had to defeat. 

“What else?” Lexa pressed. 

“Cut the angles, switch feet,” You continued, the mask of the fighter slowly slipping into place. “If he shoots, catch him with the knee and follow it with a hook,” 

“And combinations,” Clarke reminded you. “Strings of 3 or 4 each time,” 

“Combinations,” You nodded. You knew that too. 

“Fight with your head and not your heart,” Clarke added, tapping your knuckles as she slid your gloves into place. “Let’s get you stretched and warmed up,” 

You could do this. You could keep your emotions out of it.

*****

You sat heavily back on your stool, sucking in deep breaths as Lexa pulled your mouthpiece out. Round 3 had not gone how you wanted it to. You were being shoved against the cage wall, and defending takedowns for the majority of the round. 

Having Sean’s entire body weight pressed into you was exhausting and so much less fun than punching him in the face. 

“You need to stop playing Y/n,” Lexa said, as Clarke squirted water into your mouth and placed a bag of ice on the back of your neck. 

“I got sloppy,” You agreed, your eyes locked on Lexas. 

The first two rounds had been fine. You caught Sean at least 3 times, knocking him on his ass. 

But each time you had let him back up. You wanted him to pay for what he had said. 

You weren’t going to give him an easy way out in under 2 rounds. 

“You're fighting with your heart instead of your head, and he probably took that round,” Lexa said sternly, as a ref shoved vaseline in a cut he had opened just under your eye. 

“He’s dipping left,” You answered. You only had 30 seconds. You needed to make sure what you were seeing was actually what was happening. 

“He is. Let’s pull a one-two fake and come over the top with your right. You’ll nail him just like you did in rounds one and two,” Clarke jumped in, from your other side. 

“Ok,” You nodded. 

“Watch for him to shoot. It’s what he did last round when you started to light him up,” Lexa added as the center official gestured that you had 10 seconds left. 

“Ok,” 

“We just need to keep sitting him down, and when we do, don’t let him back up this time,” Lexa finished as you pushed yourself up from the stool and the team began to file out of the octagon. 

You nodded. You could knock him down again. When you did, you would finish him. 

“Ok,” 

You leaned back against the cage, staring O’Malley down as he tiredly shoved himself off his stool. 

He was tired, and you were ready to finish him. This was the part of the fight that you thrived in. The championship rounds were what defined you, and Sean was about to find himself way over his head. 

Herb Dean gestured for you and clapped his hand, and you knew. You could see exactly what Sean was going to do before he did it. 

And you were ready. 

Sean lunged in for the double leg, but you were faster, leaping up and catching him with a knee as he dove. 

You had too much momentum to stop yourself from tumbling over him, but it wouldn’t matter. 

You had landed flush, and you weren’t going to let him up this time. 

*****

Kelley and Alex would never get used to seeing you covered in blood. It never failed to make their hearts stop. 

It was one thing for them to see you back in the locker room, red coating your hands and abs after a 2 round beatdown. It was one thing for them to rush you after a 3-second knockout, not even a hair out of place. 

This fight had been something different. 

This fight had been a war. 

This time most of the blood you were covered in was your own, courtesy of the nasty gash just under your left eye. 

They were positioned just off to your left, behind the announce table, protected by the barricade of the friends and family section. Close enough to see your coaches leap up onto the apron as you landed an insane flying knee to Sean’s head, but far enough away that they hadn’t been in your direct line of sight between rounds. 

Alex held Charlie tighter as the crowd exploded around them, the officials rushing you as you landed more punches to your own opponent, and Kelley moving to block Charlie’s other side. 

“Mama ok?” Charlie’s voice barely carried over the crowd. 

“Yeah baby,” Alex hummed, bouncing her as the officials shoved you away from the downed fighter and towards your corner. The fall as you leaped over Sean had opened the gash on your cheek wider. “She’s just a little excited right now,” 

Kelley snorted at the description, the gross downplay of how you were pressing against the officials and screaming toward the grounded man. 

“She flew,” Charlie agreed, pointing to where they were showing the replay on the screen above them. “Mama fly again?”

“I don’t think so baby,” Alex said, carefully repositioning the edge of Charlie’s ear protectors. 

It was a signature of yours to do a flip off the cage after a win, but with how amped up you were, Alex doubted you’d be doing the celebration. 

“Mama have too many boo-boos?” Charlie asked as you finally turned away from the army of officials holding you back. 

Both Alex and Kelley shook their heads. They weren’t quite sure how bad it was yet, but Lexa had sent them a nod before the start of the 4th round, so they knew it probably looked worse than it was. 

“Mama is ok,” Alex said, as an official approached them to escort them to the cage now that your team was finally starting to get you to calm down. 

Kelley nodded towards the man, using a hand on Alex’s back to guide them forward. “Let’s go see mama,”

Hopefully, Clarke would be able to coax you into a shirt before they got there. 

****

You were not a fighter who often showed emotions inside the octagon, especially after a fight. You weren’t one who landed extra punches after your opponent was clearly down. 

But Sean had pushed you too far, and you just couldn’t calm down. 

Even as Lexa’s arms wrapped around your heaving abs, and the official pressed a heavy piece of gauze to your cheek. 

“Y/n he’s down, you need to relax,” Clarke ordered, snapping a finger in front of your eyes, and drawing your attention from where Sean was still sucking in stilted breaths on the ground. 

You blinked at her. “Y/n you have to calm down. You don’t want Charlie to see you like this,” 

It was like ice in your veins, instantly pulling the red tinge from your vision. 

Your eyes darted around the cage, spotting Alex, Kelley, and Charlie standing just outside the door. 

It was what you needed to release the tension in your shoulders, finally relaxing in Lexa’s arms. 

Charlie waved excitedly at you, and you lifted a hand to wiggle your fingers back, keeping your head still for the official. 

“You’re gonna need stitches after the official decision,” He muttered gruffly, letting your face go. “And you’re gonna have to do the mandatory ER visit,” 

“We’ll make sure she does,” Lexa answered for you, finally dropping her arms, convinced you wouldn’t try to hit Sean again. 

You groaned under your breath. You didn’t like the ER. 

“Let me get the blood off you before your girls get in here,” Clarke said, passing Lexa the dark-colored shirt you would wear after, and stepping towards you with a bright, white towel. “Charlie will be upset if she can’t get a hug,” 

“We don’t want that,” You muttered, closing your eyes as she methodically cleaned your face, staying away from the gash in your cheek, and moved on to wiping down your shoulders, stomach, and back. Your legs would be able to wait for the shower. 

“No, we don’t,” Lexa agreed, holding the collar of your shirt so you could pull it over your head without getting blood all over it. “I’m sure round 3 already gave her quite the scare,” 

You winced, as you lifted your arm through your shirt. “Only like the last minute and a half,” 

“Still,” Clarke said sending you a meaningful look, as you popped your head through the collar. “I don’t think Kelley or Alex like it when you’re under anyone but them,” 

“Very true,” You agreed, again glancing over your shoulder towards your little family. “I just needed him to pay for what he said about them. What he said about Charlie,” 

You were acutely aware of how dangerous your job was. How terrifying it had to be to watch Sean lift you and slam you. How painful it was when he opened up the cut on your cheek with a slicing elbow. 

“I think he’ll remember this lesson,” Lexa hummed pushing you forward, as the officials finally let Alex, Kelley, and Charlie into the cage. “Now, say hello and get a hug so they can read the official decision, and then you can go to the hospital,” 

You painted a half smile on your face and took the four steps over to your girls. “Hey,” 

Alex smiled widely, fighting to hold onto your wiggling daughter as Kelley stepped up to gently wrap her arms around you. 

“Hey babe,” Kelley's voice was as soft as her hands, her eyes searching your face for further injuries. 

“Mama, you win!” Charlie cheered, wiggling harder in Alex’s arms. “Mommy down,” 

“Easy,” You hummed, towards your daughter, eyeing the man now sitting pressed up against the cage behind you. “I think it’s best if Mommy holds you,” 

You didn’t think he was still dangerous, but you would never take a chance with them. 

“But hug,” She whined, kicking her feet and earning a chuckle from Kelley and Alex. 

Your smile softened, carefully pulling out of Kelley’s arms and taking a step towards them. You slowly wrapped your arm around Alex and Charlie, squeezing gently and ignoring the pain in your ribs. 

Charlie tried to lean into you, using her little hands to grab your chin before you could pull away. 

“Gentle baby,” Alex reminded her, as Kelley carefully moved her fingers so they didn’t accidentally touch your cut. 

Charlie nodded, her eyes searching you just as Kelley’s had. “Mama hurt?” 

You shrugged. “A little, but I’ll be ok,” 

Charlie hummed, leaning up to peck your cheek just below the gauze covering your cut. “I kiss it better for you,” 

“Thank you, baby,” You said, as the officials gestured for you to come over so they could read the decision. 

You landed a kiss on her forehead and one on Kelley and Alex’s cheeks before you turned toward the officials. 

You let him take your arm in the center of the octagon, standing in front of Dana White. 

“The officials have called a stop to this contest 4 seconds into the 4 round. Your winner by Knockout is Y/n Y/l/n,” 

Bruce Buffer’s voice rang through the arena, and Dana carefully strapped the belt around your waist, but your eyes never left your girls, even as Joe Rogan stepped up for his post-fight interview. 

All that mattered to you was them. 

“First off, congratulations on your win,” He said, trying to draw your attention to him. “I want to ask you about this knockout. Clearly, he was down after the knee, do you think those last 3 punches were necessary?” 

You smirked towards him, your pre-fight song running in your head.  “They were super necessary. If a man talks shit then I owe him nothing, don’t regret it one bit cause he had it coming,” 

Sean did have it coming. He had messed with your family. 

Your job was difficult. It was dangerous. 

You were supposed to fight with your head and not your heart, but at the end of the day, you fought for them. 

They were yours and you were theirs, and you would give anything for them. You would give up your new championship if that was what they needed. 

They kept you grounded, and you would always fight for their honor. 

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines #uswnt imagine #kellex x reader #kellex imagine

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First Christmas - Kellex/Reader

I really did probably take at least a whole year to get to this and I'm so sorry. However, I'm really excited about this one. When I was clearing out my inbox, this was one I made sure to keep because I really did like the idea.

prompt: sorry i have no idea if your requests are opened but i was wondering if you could continue your kellex x reader fic and make one where r and kellex experience their first christmas together. maybe add some cute moments in and fluff between all three? idk it’s up to you!

warnings: none

words: 1199

(Y/N) POV

"(Y/N), wake up!"

It wasn't exactly the best way to be woken up especially considering I wasn't even in school at the moment. I groaned as I looked over to my clock.

"Go away," I grumbled as I shoved my face back into my pillow. "It isn't even 11 am yet."

"Nope, you're getting up."

I felt Kelley pulling at my blanket and I immediately let go of my pillow to grab a hole of it. The two of us struggled for a moment before Kelley eventually won due to the fact that I was still practically asleep.

"Get up," Kelley said as she shook my shoulder. I only groaned again. "We're going to open up presents and then have breakfast as a family."

"Why can't we do this at a reasonable time?" I asked.

"This is a reasonable time."

"6 am is not a reasonable time, Mama. I don't even have homework to do."

I got not response from Kelley which made me smile as I started to doze off again.

"Nope! You called me Mama, so that means you have to get up and join us downstairs because it's Christmas and you're apart of this family."

I hadn't even realized that I had in fact called Kelley Mama. It was true to be fair. I had even admitted as much to my therapist, but I hadn't exactly expressed the feelings to Kelley or Alex yet.

"Then I vote that we change this tradition to start after 11 in the morning."

There was a knock on my door but I didn't have to look at it to know who was there.

"Alex, (Y/N) isn't getting up."

"And I thought I was supposed to be the kid in this family," I mumbled into my pillow

I ignored the two as they continued to talk to each other. That was until Alex sat next to me on my bed.

"You know if you get up, you can go back to sleep after breakfast."

"Hmmm, or I could just sleep until 11."

"She's not gonna stop until you get up," Alex softly said to me. I ignored her as I only shoved my face farther into my pillow. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

I felt Alex move away from me and off of my bed. I didn't even bother to question it, but I should have known better by now.

One second I was happily falling back to sleep with both of my parents leaving me to sleep.

And then the next, I had a bowl of cold water splashing on my head.

I couldn't jump up fast enough from that.

"DUDE!"

I immediately took to shaking my head to try to get the water off of my head, which in hindsight was a bad idea because I just made a bigger mess.

"What was that for!"

"It's Christmas!"

I glared at my shorter parent. I knew I couldn't entirely blame them. They still often forgot that I didn't have the same childhood as they did.

"I don't care! Christmas for me does NOT mean the same thing that it does for you!" I snapped. It was entirely fair of me to snap at them for them just wanting to include me in their holiday traditions, but in the moment I didn't care. "For me, it's just another day! It's just a day to be reminded that I'm not like other people my age! I'm not supposed to get things on Christmas! It's always just been another day for me!"

I shoved past both of the older women as I headed for my bathroom. Neither of them made a move to follow me as I slammed the bathroom door behind me and locked it.

I didn't even bother moving toward the shower as I slid down against the door. I kept my head between my knees as I took a few deep breaths.

It had been uncalled for. It truly had. Kelley and Alex were just trying to make sure that they included me. It wasn't fair to them that I had blown up on them for doing exactly what they should have.

I sighed before I got up and grabbed a towel. I used it to dry my head off before I brushed my teeth. I was at least going to make sure I had time to gain the courage before I accepted my consequences.

I was just about to put my hand on the door knob when the door echoed through the door.

"(Y/N)? I'm sorry," Kelley said from the other side. I froze as I placed my hand on the door instead. "I shouldn't be trying to push you so hard. I know that you aren't used to this. I know that, but I just want you to feel like you're apart of this family because you are. It's something I have to work on, I know. It's just... I want you to call me Mama and I want you to call Alex Mom. I just want to make sure you know you're apart of this family."

I sighed as I took it in and rested my forehead against the door. They were both so good to me. I really didn't deserve it. I wasn't sure how long I stood there processing what exactly she had said, but I knew it must have been a couple of minutes at least.

"I'm gonna be downstairs with Alex. We'll wait on you until you are ready to join us."

I quickly opened the door before darting forward to wrap her into a hug.

"I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry."

"Hey, (Y/N), you have nothing to be sorry about."

"But I hurt your feelings. I know I did."

"No. No, you didn't. I promise, (Y/N)," Kelley said as I refused to let her go. "I swear, you didn't. You were right. We keep trying to throw you into things that you aren't ready for. You can take all the time you need. We will even change our traditions because you are want is important here."

"I want to be apart of the traditions."

"Hey, and you will be," Kelley assured me as she pulled back so that she could look at my face. "You always will be. I promise. Alex and I aren't going anywhere. And if we have to change traditions, then we'll change traditions for you. Just keep in mind that we're still getting used to this as well."

"I love you," I admitted. It was my first time saying it. "I love you both. Please just don't leave me."

"We won't. I promise, (Y/N). We won't leave you."

I pulled her back into a hug. It meant so much just to hear that.

"Tell you what, we'll start talking with you about traditions so that we can all have fun with them," Kelley said. "How about that."

"Could we... Could we keep the early morning Christmas tradition?" I asked hesitantly. "Maybe not the dumping water on my head, but I think I'd like to have the early morning Christmas next year."

"We can do whatever you want. I promise."

"Thanks... Mama."

#alex morgan imagine #alex morgan x reader #alex morgan imagines #kelley o'hara imagine #kelley o'hara x reader #kelley o'hara imagines #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader

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Bros- expect a full length Kellex x kid reader fic sometime this week.

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Hey that’s no problem at all I totally get it! I’m in nursing school so I really shouldn’t be on tumblr and actually be doing school work but procrastination is sneaky like that. I was wondering if you could do another Kellex x reader request? Maybe the reader is hard of hearing (she was born with very bad hearing) and Alex and Kelley know about it since they are her “team moms” and have conversations with her in sign so it’s easier for her. Maybe people (you can make this part up) have been bullying her for her hearing so she asks Alex and Kelley to stop signing when talking to her even though she can’t really communicate without it. The girls get concerned and eventually find out through their other teammates the reader is getting bullied for it?

You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to or uncomfortable writing something like that. Also again totally get the commitment to grad school so don’t sweat it at all if you can’t get to it! Also good luck in grad school you’re doing to do amazing!

Nursing school sounds fun! I’m in a PhD program so things are kinda nuts.

I don’t know if I’d write this one. I’m kinda fixated on the Arsenal girls right now; so I think that’s where I’m gonna stay.

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What was your most recent posted fic?

What are you working on right now? Any specific ships

Promises we make is my most recent fic. It’s also the one I’m most proud of besides gravity and breathe again.

I think it’d be easier to ask what I’m not working on…

I have a Taylor swift x Morgan!r that has become a multi part giant thing. I have like 4 Kellex x r. 6 so’hara x reader (one is an amnesia fic slated to be long too. We’ll see once I actually get past the first part). I have a couple of preath fics. 2 Sanchez fics. And like a sprinkling of other ones.

Of that, I know off the top of my head that 3 are little!r fics. There’s at least 2 kid!r fics. But only one abo (I’d like to do more so we’ll see if any transform).

But yeah. I have a shit ton of stuff in my drafts. I just have to find the time and motivation to actually finish one.

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Hi, I just wanted to say I absolutely love your Kellex x Reader post so much, I love all your writing actually! I was wondering if you are still taking requests?

Hey thanks!

The answer is kinda? I’m in graduate school and this year I have to take a super big exam that’s kinda stressful, so I’m being a bit more selective with what I write and things are taking a lot longer to come out because I have so much going on.

You can send your request, but with the caveat that you have to understand that it might take forever for me to write it, or I might not write it at all.

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Kellex x omega reader

?

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For the a/b/o little! fic

Kellex x reader or preath x reader

And they are playing and maybe after everyone goes to watch a movie or something

Or

angsty

Do you have any specifics? Also r is totally an omega.