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tobin-heaths · 4 years

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I didn’t mean to

request: Reader is on a different team than Tobin. Tobin had been having a bad day and made a bad tackle on Reader, ending in Reader hurt. After the game she goes to find Reader to apologize? Maybe ask her on a date as to ‘repay’ her, or Reader suggests it?

pairing: Tobin Heath x Morgan!Reader

words: 1056

Your feet left the ground as you jumped into the air to head the ball that was flying straight towards you. The ball was barely scratching your hair before another body slammed into yours mid air, knocking you both down onto the harsh turf.

Nothing could've prepared you for the pain you felt once Tobin's cleats made contact with your skin, ripping it open. Her body laid heavy on yours, pushing you further into the turf as she rolled off you.

You could barely hear the whistle being blown and could not see the yellow card the Ref was now pointing at Tobin, warning her to be on her best behavior and watch out. "Next time it'll be a red one immediately."

You would've argued that this should've been a red either way instead of just yellow but you were way too engulfed by the pain in your knee. Your body was still laying on the ground, several teammates surrounding you as Tobin sat next to you, holding her head, maybe in shame or pain, you couldn't tell.

"Oh god." You groaned, rolling onto your side, careful to not move or hurt the knee even more. "Y/N!" Your eyes snapped open and focused on your sister kneeling down next to you. "Shit, this looks nasty. Don't move."

"Tobin! What were you thinking? That's my damn sister!" Alex turned towards her friend who had stood up already, appearing fine enough to continue the game.

Before Alex could shove her away, or worse slap her, Medics arrived at the scene and several of your teammates and opponents separated the two of them.

Tobin stood behind everyone else and stared at you, biting her lip in deep thought, her eyes traveling down your leg and you followed her eyes. They widened in shock once you saw how bad it truly looked. It was swollen, scratched open, small droplets of blood running down your skin.

The adrenaline numbed your pain as much as possible, so you tried standing up but your Medics pushed you down immediately, warning you to not move until they say so.

Another thing you didn't notice right away was the slight pain in your head. It must have connected with the floor rather badly, no wonder with Tobin landing right on top of you.

The Medics did the roughest and made you sit up. "We have to take a closer look at this in the locker room. It might be more serious than we can see." They explained and carefully helped you to your feet. Putting both your arms around their shoulders they made sure you wouldn't have to strain the knee and carried you off the pitch as the stadium crowd applauded.

You were confused, a little bit dizzy and high on adrenaline from the match. It was running so smoothly against Portland and now Marc had to send someone else in for you.

You might as well could've cried from the setback you're about to face now, for god knows how long and not from the immense pain.

"Hey, don't worry, accidents happen. It wasn't your fault, Tobes." Emily stood next to Tobin, holding her shoulder but the brunette wasn't having it. "That was no accident. I went head first into her, I could've knocked her unconscious for all I know!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands up in anger and frustration as she stared after you.

She did have a bad day. The team not managing to hold the ball for long or the offside goal wasn't reason enough to just blatantly foul you, she felt sick and guilty.

Once the game was over, lost for Portland, she was the first one off the pitch and waiting for Alex to walk towards her locker room. "What do you want, Tobin?" Alex eyes shot invisible daggers at her National teammate.

"I want to apologize to her. Could you show me where she is? Please." She begged. Alex sighed and gave in to nod, making sure Tobin was following her. It was better than nothing.

"You literally have five minutes." Halting in front of the medical examination room Alex knocked and waited until she could hear your faint voice before turning around to leave Tobin alone.

Her nerves flew through the roof once she opened the door and spotted you resting on this big chair, your leg all wrapped up, another cool pack on your forehead, your phone in your hand. "Tobin?" You frowned.

"Can we talk?" She looked beat, frustrated, ashamed and sad all at the same time, confusing you much. "Sure." You replied and motioned towards another chair.

She cleared her throat, unable to meet your eyes just yet and buried her face in her hands. "How bad is it?" Her voice sounded muffled. "Looks worse than what it actually is. I'll be out for some time but it's not the end. Things happen, Tobin." You touched her upper arm, startled as Tobin jumped in surprise.

"Things don't just happen. I'm terribly sorry for fouling you like that. Now you're hurt badly, stuck at home with a bad knee and all because of me and my bad mood today. I'm sorry, Y/N." Tobin's voice seemed to relax you some more, caught at the thought of the beauty this woman possessed.

"I told you it's fine. I'm not sure if Alex will share the same mindset as me, but I can always talk her out of it, don't worry, she won't kill you. Not unless I say so. " You snickered.

"Can I take you on a date?" She blurted out, quickly shutting up as if she didn't mean to say it right here in a situation like this, afraid you would reject her. "I mean only if you want, it's the least I could do and if I'm honest, I always wanted to get to know you better. And I'll only take you somewhere safe for you. We could stay at my place and I'll surprise you–"

"Tobin. Yes, I'd love to." You interrupted her and smiled, excited to spend an evening with her alone. She seemed to calm down as well, thinking about endless ideas for a perfect date at home, no longer beating herself up for the accident that happened earlier.

All she wanted was making you happy, no matter what.

#tobin heath x reader #uswnt imagines #tobin heath #uswnt #woso imagines

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nomorelonelydays · 7 years

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Single Dad!Sid but instead they live in a tiny town in Pennsylvania because I can't stop watching Gilmore Girls and need to get these emotions out. - (anon fic submission)

Sidney was sixteen when a newborn baby was pushed into his arms with a, “Congratulations it’s a boy” from the doctor, and a, “good luck” from the mother. The mother in question was a girl Sidney had hardly known, save for the one biology class they shared sophomore year, and it was due to an unfortunate incident involving alcohol and the desire to fit in that he was now stuck with a newborn.

The baby was wrapped in a blue blanket, snuffling quietly in Sidney’s arms and it was at that moment that he knew he couldn’t give up the child. When he broke the news to his parents, he wasn’t expecting their full support but he also wasn’t expecting to be looked at with such frustration and disappointment. His mother, holding back tears, couldn’t look at him. His father’s face was emotionless when he spoke, “you’re really doing this? After everything we’ve done for you and this is how you act?” He felt there was no other option but to leave with the child and hope to find a place to stay.

That evening Sidney, along with baby Avery, boarded the next bus out of Pittsburgh and rode as far as the amount of change in his pocket would take him. It wasn’t far, only thirty minutes away from his home, but far enough that he didn’t fear he would be recognized.

The town he ended up in was small, only about eight thousand people, which was nothing compared to the 300,000 of Pittsburgh. The bus driver was kind enough to direct Sidney to the lone hotel in the town, a placed fondly nicknamed “The Igloo” because of its all white exterior. It was owned by the Lemieuxs, a kind family with four children of their own. They allowed Sidney to stay with them, granted that he helped work around the inn.

Fourteen years later, and Sidney has worked his way through the ranks, currently working as the manager of the Igloo. Avery, now fourteen, has just begun his first year of high school, much to the dismay of his father.

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Sidney is hurriedly pouring two bowls of cereal when Avery comes clomping down the stairs. His hair is stuck up in awkward angles and he makes no move to fix it. Instead, he pushes past his father to the fridge and removes the milk to pour into the bowls.

Sidney flashes him a smile, “I know this isn’t the traditional first day of school breakfast but I’m running a bit behind schedule.”

Avery shrugs and places two spoons on the table. He doesn’t mind cereal, especially not the sugary kind that Sidney only buys for weekends. If he has to miss eggs in favor of cereal with marshmallows, then so be it.

“You were out late.”

“And how would you know that? You were supposed to be asleep.”

“The phone woke me up.”

Sidney gives him a pointed look, “uh huh.”

“Where did you go anyway?”

“Geno needed help with inventory at the restaurant.”

“And it took a few hours?”

“There were a lot of boxes.” Avery wouldn’t have thought twice about this answer, but the tips of his dad’s ears were flushed red so he knew he wasn’t being told something.

Before Avery could ask another question, Sidney ushered him into his seat, “are you excited?”

“I guess,” Avery answers through a mouthful of food.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

Avery swallows, “you’re the one who asked me a question while I was eating.”

Sidney rolls his eyes fondly and takes a sip of his coffee. Sometimes he can’t believe how lucky he is. He has a great job, a nice home, good friends, and the best kid he could ever hope for. If someone had told him all those years ago, while he was only a kid himself, clutching a sleeping Avery in his arms, that his life would turn out just fine, well he would have asked what kind of chill pills you were on and if he could have any.

Avery looks up at his dad, “what?”

“Nothing. I just can’t believe you’re starting high school! My little kid is all grown up.”

“Gross, dad. I’m not a kid anymore.”

“Oh forgive me, Mr. High Schooler.”

“Somehow, that is worse.” The two turn back to their cereal and eat in a comfortable silence. Sidney can’t help but sneak a few glances back at his son; he really can’t believe how old he is. The alarm on Sid’s phone breaks up the silence and has him glancing at the clock.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath.

“I heard that.”

“You heard nothing, now go brush your hair quickly and I’ll drop you off on my way to work.”

Avery grabs a comb, “I can walk. It’s not far.”

“It’s your first day, I don’t want there to be any chance of you being late. Now hurry up.”

Avery tosses the comb aside and scrambles to find his backpack. He’s glad that his dad made him pack it the night before because now he doesn’t have to worry about looking for all his books. Sidney on the other hand is tearing up the desk in the living room looking for his wallet. Avery spots it on the coffee table, tucked between one of Sidney’s biographies and the checkers game board that they failed to put away last night. Avery grabs it and hands it to his dad. Sidney smiles graciously and unlocks the front door. The two stumble down the steps to the car and finally set off.

Sidney pulls up to the front of the school and Avery unbuckles his seatbelt. His hand is halfway to the door handle when his dad makes a noise.

“What? Are you too old for your dad to hug you goodbye.”

“A hug is fine, but I draw the line at a kiss.”

“I’ll take what I can get.”

Sidney reaches awkwardly over the gear shift to wrap his arms around his son. Avery, despite the faces he is making, cares a lot about his dad and doesn’t mind the affection. That’s not something he’ll ever repeat out loud seeing as most of his friends have rocky relationships with their parents. Avery isn’t sure if it’s because his dad is so much younger than the other adults, but they have always been very close.

Sidney lets go first, “you better get going. You don’t want to be late on your first day.”

Avery nods and gets out of the car. With a final wave, Sidney watches him join the crowd hurrying to get inside and takes a second to compose himself. Once he is sure he won’t have a breakdown while driving, he sets off towards The Igloo.

Not even two steps into the lobby and Sidney’s path is blocked. Alexander Ovechkin, the assistant manager and constant thorn in Sidney’s side smiles at him in a way that shouldn’t be creepy but because of Alex’s missing teeth, makes him feel unsettled.

“You late.”

Sidney knows he isn’t late but glances at his watch anyway, “I am not late.”

“You almost late. Not like Sid.”

“I was not almost late.” Sidney was in fact almost late, but he would never let Alex have the satisfaction of being right.

“Sid up late?” He wiggles his eyebrows. “You finally get some?”

“I was up late but that was only because Geno needed help reorganizing the pantry to accommodate for the accidental extra-large shipment of pickles.”

“Oh Zhenya needed help with his pickles?” The emphasis on the word pickle combined with Alex’s gap-tooth smile has Sidney flushing and ducking his head.

“Stop being so vulgar! It was not like that and you know it. Not that it is any of your business but I got up at my normal time this morning.”

“So why you late?”

“Not late,” Sidney pointed out. “It’s Avery’s first day of high school so I dropped him off.”

“Ah Avery! Best Crosby. He come visit?”

Despite Alex making Sidney’s life five times more stressful than it needed to be, he adored Avery and never failed to remind Sidney which of the Crosby men he liked more.

“He is supposed to drop by after school and help set up for the large group getting in this evening. The work retreat I think.”

Alex nodded as if this was serious information, “I teach him new Russian word. Maybe he learn full sentence this time.”

“Are you ever going to tell me what you’re teaching him?”

“I teach you too, then maybe you know.”

“I don’t have time to learn a new language.”

“I teach, then you finally woo Zhenya.”

Sidney felt his cheeks flush, “I am not trying to woo Geno.”

“I’ll say. I see how you talk to him. Very sad.”

“That’s it,” Sidney swats at Alex’s shoulder. “Get back to work.”

Alex easily dodges Sidney’s hand and darts behind the front desk. Sidney doesn’t know why he puts up with Alex but the guests seem to adore him, missing teeth and all.

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Sidney pushes through the door that leads to the kitchen and finds the head chef Marc-André elbow deep in dough. Matt Murray, the sous chef, doesn’t even bat an eye at the dough spilling over the counter and deftly scoops it up before it can hit the floor. Flower is attempting to knead the several pounds of dough into a much more manageable pieces and narrowly avoids cutting his fingers off when he spots Sid in the doorway. Before he can bring the knife down, Matt plucks it from his hand and hip checks him away from the counter. Flower goes easily and approaches Sidney.

“You’re late.”

Sidney rolls his eyes, “I am not late. I don’t understand why people keep saying that. So what that I cut it a little close.”

“A little close for you is usually thirty minutes early. Anything after that is late by Sidney Standards.”

“I was up late working last night and it is Avery’s first day of high school so this morning was hectic. Do you have any coffee? Please say you have coffee.”

Marc-André pulls a mug out, “what were you doing last night? I know for a fact that you get crazy before every first day of school. You make Avery go to bed super early and force yourself to do the same to ‘set a good example’.”

“It was just a work thing.”

“A work thing?”

“Geno needed help over at the diner, that’s all.”

“Ohhhh,” Flower began smirking.

“What? Why are you making that face?”

“No reason.”

Flower turns away from Sid and starts sorting through the fresh fruit delivery. He pointedly keeps his attention on the produce which signals the end of the frankly confusing conversation and prompts Sidney to leave.

It doesn’t stop him from remarking, “why are all my employees so weird?” on his way out.

Flower’s cackling is the answer he gets.

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Back in the lobby Alex is typing away at the computer with a phone balanced between his shoulder and his ear. It looks work related until Sidney gets closer and can hear the nauseating conversation between Alex and his mysterious boyfriend. Alex refuses to give Sidney any details claiming something along the lines of being afraid that Sid’s pathetic lack of a love life will somehow jinx his own. Sidney tried to explain on numerous occasions that one, his love life wasn’t pathetic and two, that in no way could he be the resulting factor in the success of someone else’s relationship. Alex is adamant though about keeping it to himself at least for the time being but if Sidney decided to fix his own problems then maybe the introduction could be sped up.

Just as it sounds like their conversation is coming to a close, Sidney presses the button on the phone’s housing and ends the call.

Alex pouts, “very rude Sidney. Nicky think I hang up on him.”

“Don’t take personal calls during work. Wait until your break like everyone else.”

“It was important.”

“What was so important that couldn’t have waited another,” Sidney looks at his watch. “half an hour?”

“Nicky is doing errands. Call and ask if I need anything.”

“Did you need anything?”

“More condoms. We run out last night. Need to remind him.”

Sidney can’t help the eye roll, even if he tried. “Get back to work.”

“Yes sir,” Alex salutes him.

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The middle of the day on a Monday during the off season for vacationers means that Sidney doesn’t have much to do. Since only a handful of people are checked in and Alex finished his lunch break fifteen minutes ago, he decides to go into town for lunch. Sidney and Avery are both frequent customers at Geno’s, the diner so cleverly named after its owner: Geno.

Geno, who’s real name is Evgeni, is a 6’3” Russian man that moved into town a few years ago and has since become one of Sid’s closest friends. The warmth that seemed to pour out of every window of Geno’s is what first drew the Crosby clan in and when they finally met Geno, well the rest was history. His kind face and loud personality, mixed with his incredible food made eating at the small diner a common occurrence.

“I’m taking my lunch break now,” Sidney said to Alex as he walked to the front door.

“No glove, no love,” is Alex’s response.

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Sidney uses the brief time to himself during the walk to gather his thoughts. His life is almost constant chaos so any moment of silence is greatly treasured. It’s a bit later than he normally eats when he gets to Geno’s so the lunch crowd has mostly cleared out. Geno is nowhere to be seen when Sid walks in so he takes his place at his normal table and waits. As if predicting Sidney’s arrival, Geno walks out from the kitchen, his eyes immediately landing on Sid. A big smile breaks out on his face and he grabs a menu to take to him. It’s almost silly at this point to even bring Sid a menu, he has a few lunch items that he cycles through like clockwork and today’s meal is a classic turkey club with a fruit cup on the side and a water.

“Sid try something new today?”

Geno’s attempts to get Sid to branch out are once again a failure. “No thank you. Just the turkey club and fruit for me please.”

“No fun.” Geno frowns momentarily before smiling brightly again and winking.

Sidney feels himself blush. While Geno makes his order, Sidney goes through his phone to make sure he hasn’t missed any calls from The Igloo. He hasn’t been gone long but leave it to Alex to somehow cause trouble. A few minutes later, two plates are slid in front of Sid.

“I didn’t order this,” Sidney indicates to the second plate. It appears to hold some kind of dessert.

“I know. Is on the house.”

“Geno you can’t keep giving me free food.”

“My food, my rules.”

Sidney isn’t sure what it is, but it looks tempting. It takes a lot more will power than he’d care to admit to not eat the pastry first. Geno pulls out the chair across from Sidney and sits down. He doesn’t say anything, seemingly content to just sit and watch Sidney eat.

“Where is little Crosby?” Geno asks, finally breaking the silence.

“He started school today.”

“How old he now?”

“Fourteen. He just started high school, so ninth grade.”

“No way. He so little.”

Sidney chuckles, “everyone seems little to you, G.”

“Sid not little.” Geno winks at him.

Sidney is very sure he understands the implications behind Geno’s words but chooses not to look too deep into them. He tends to overthink things and doesn’t want whatever is going on between them to be added to his long list of disappointments. He’ll put aside his feelings for friendship if it means that Geno will stay a part of his life. He can’t risk it, especially not with how much Avery loves Geno too.

#not written by me #wow!!!!!!!!!!#okay ive never watched gilmore girls so i have 0 idea what is happening hahahha #submission

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