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gamergirl929 · 4 years

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No One Talks To You That Way (Not While I’m Around) (Carli Lloyd x Reader)

Anonymous Request: Could you do one where T is seen as the sweetest one on the team (or let’s be real tied with christen as the sweetest) and even during many tough games she keeps her cool. Then one day someone says/tweets something about carli and she just goes off. (Cuz I will always have a soft spot for Lloyd)

“I mean, don’t you think it’s time to hang up your cleats? Give some of the newer talent time to shine? I mean we all know you’re certainly missing a step...”

Your eyes widen, as do the remainder of your teammate’s, each and every one of them looking at the reporter who’d asked the question incredulously, his fellow reporters looking at him in the same manner.

Carli Lloyd meanwhile is looking at the man in stunned silence, the woman trying to think of a reply to the clearly blatant jab at her, her career, and the fact that with a spot on the team she’s ‘taking’ from the younger generation.

The remainder of your teammates are OBVIOUSLY livid, each and every one of them shouting at the reporter, but the only clear response, comes from your microphone.

“Actually, I think I can answer that...”

Everyone turns to you, brows furrowed.

You were one of the sweetest members of the team, giving Christen a run for her money, Christen, who is currently looking at you with wide eyes.

“First off, you’re a literal dumbass.” You shrug, Ashlyn snorting loudly as Megan barks out a laugh, the group of reporters surrounding the man snickering.

“Ms. Y/L/N-

“SECOND off, how dare you.” You snarl angrily, an anger that leave your teammates taken aback.

You move to your feet, pointing a finger at the man who shrinks under your gaze.

“How dare you talk to someone like Carli Lloyd like that, she’s a fantastic soccer player, and no she doesn’t need to hang up her fucking cleats.” You swear, reporters on their feet, recording your current rant.

“She’s better at this than you’ll EVER be at your job, and she’s FAR from missing a step, how dare you talk to a legend like that, how FUCKING dare you. I WILL NOT, be silent when it comes to someone I care about, and that someone is Carli Lloyd.” You roar angrily, everyone staring at you with growing eyes.

“You’re a disgrace to your publication’s name, and this will be the LAST time you EVER comes to a conference like this, THAT is a guarantee. Carli Lloyd was and IS one of the best on the NWSL and on the USWNT, she loves this sport and this sport loves her, I love her, and if you can’t see that she's amazing you’re a moron...” You point at the reporter, who is currently red-faced.

“You sir are a fucking moron.”

You clear your throat, slowly taking your seat, your eyes locked with the man’s wide and fearful eyes.

“Now get the hell out of here.”

Wordlessly, and without missing a step, the man shuffles out of the room, his head down as he avoids any and all eye contact.

You pant heavily, angrily as you glare holes in the man’s back, that is until he moves out of sight.

Everyone stares at you in shock and awe, Carli’s cheeks blood red as she goes over all the things you’d said to the reporter, quickly realizing that in your tirade, a few things slipped out that caught her ear.

“I WILL NOT, be silent when it comes to someone I care about.”

“Carli Lloyd was and IS one of the best on the NWSL and on the USWNT, she loves this sport and this sport loves her, I love her.”

Meanwhile you’re at the end of the table, your chest heaving as your fingers drum on the table.

How dare he say that to her?

Who the hell does he think he is?

Your leg bounces up and down, pure lava running through your veins.

You wanted more than ANYTHING to go after him and give him a piece of your mind, to tear into him like a starving animal, but there’s no way you could, you weren’t going to lose your job because of him.

You sigh.

You weren’t going to lose your job, but no doubt there were going to be repercussions for your outburst, but honestly, you didn’t care, you didn’t care because coming after Carli Lloyd was coming after someone you cared about, and that, that was more important than any job could be.

***

It’s wasn’t long after that conference that your phone began to blow up, your Twitter Notifications, your Instagram Notifications, any and all social media accounts you have are currently being bombarded with comments and the like, fans commenting on your comments to the ESPN reporter about Carli Lloyd, nearly all of them praising you in your protection of the USWNT veteran.

A NUMBER of them though, pointed something ELSE you’d said in your rant, something you’d kept bottled up inside for so long that it was just itching to get out, and it HAD just not in the way you thought it would.

Oh my god, I KNEW THEY WERE MORE THAN FRIENDS!

SHE SAID IT GUYS. SHE SAID SHE LOVES HER!

Anyone could see that what you felt for Carli Lloyd was more than friendship, it went WAY beyond that, it always had.

You and Carli Lloyd were close, closer than close, no matter what, she was there for you and you were there for her, and you would be, no matter what.

You prop your elbows up on your knees, your chin resting on your fisted hands.

You planned to keep those feelings buried inside, planned to ignore them altogether, but now?

Now you couldn’t do that.

Just as the thought leaves your mind, there’s a knock at your hotel room’s door, your heart stilling in your chest at the prospect of who it might be.

***

Carli Lloyd looks down at her phone with a small smile, her cheeks flushed pink.

SHE SAID IT GUYS. SHE SAID SHE LOVES HER!

The second the words left your mouth Carli’s heart skipped a beat, the butterflies in her stomach erupting as if someone had sprinted through an empty field full of them, sending them skittering off into the wind.

The rest of your rant fell on deaf ears, the USWNT veteran staring at you in utter shock, not because of the words you were saying but because of what you HAD said, and what you hadn’t said.

All the smiles, and fleeting touches, all the instances you stood up for her on field when she was taken down by rival players, EVERYTHING had started to make sense.

All the signs were there but Carli hadn’t seen them.

Now though... Now she couldn’t ignore them, and she in NO way planned to.

“Well, are you going to talk to her?”

Carli jumps at the sound of a familiar voice, turning to find a number of her teammates standing beside her, each and every one of them wearing massive grin.

Carli remains silent, Julie Ertz snorting as she gives her longtime teammate a shove.

“Well? Get up there and talk to your girl Lloyd!”

Carli rolls her eyes, the woman grinning before she turns and darts to the elevator, her teammates cheering her on as she goes.

The closer the elevator gets to your floor, the more her heart races, the more her head tries to tell her it didn’t mean anything, you meant it in a friendly way.

As with the reporter’s comments, she tunes them out, ignoring them, ignoring the critical voice in her head as she makes her way to your room, stopping at your door.

She nods.

Once.

Twice.

A third time.

Then knocks.

***

It takes you a moment to gather yourself before you head towards the door, stopping in front of the only thing blocking you from whoever is on the other side.

That whoever possibly being the woman you’d stood up for when a reporter had the audacity to ask an idiotic question, and make idiotic statements.

A woman you’d had feelings for, for so long and wanted to confess to, a woman you may be facing in the next few seconds.

You swallow hard and pull the door open, revealing the very woman you’d be thinking about all day.

“He-Hey.” You mumble, unable to look at Carli, instead focusing on your shuffling feet.

Carli smiles.

“Hey.”

The two of you stand there, silent, that is until you clear your throat.

“S-S-Sorry, come in.” You step aside, still unable to look at the woman as she moves into the room the two of you are sharing.

Just as Carli goes to slip passed you, she catches your wrist, the woman pulling you towards the balcony.

The two of you step out into the warm night air, Carli pulling you to the balcony’s railing, her elbows resting on the barrier’s upper bar.

“I wanted to thank you.” She whispers, your eyes widening as you look up at her for the first time since she’d entered the room.

“You don’t need to thank me.” You whisper, the USWNT veteran smiling as she gives your hand, which she’s still holding, a squeeze.

“I do, you didn’t have to stand up for me but you did...” She smiles.

You scoff.

“Of course, I had to, there was no way I was going to let him talk to you that way...” You growl. “I’m not going to let him talk about someone I-

You swallow hard, turning away, your cheeks flushing bright red.

“Love?” Carli whispers, your eyes widening as they lock with Carli’s brown orbs.

Your mouth opens and closes a few time before you take a deep breath.

“Carli-

“Is it true?” She whispers, nervously.

She hadn’t planned on coming right out and asking, but apparently, that’s what was happening anyway.

You can’t find the words, and instead, go with a wordless answer, giving the woman a nod, not daring to look at her.

Carli is unable to bite back a smile as she stares at your profile, the woman’s hand leave yours in favor of sliding up your arm, fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake as Carli hand moves to rest on your cheek.

“Would it make you feel better if I said I loved you back?”

You stare at the buildings before you, your eyes widening as you turn to Carli, the woman’s hand caressing your cheek.

“You...” You shake your head, mouth opening and closing a few times before you find your words, whispering. “You love me?”

Carli’s tongue swipes at her lips, the woman’s thumb running along your cheekbone.

“How could I not...?” She asks, voice below a whisper as she takes a step towards you, her chest inches from yours.

“T-This isn’t just because I stood up for you...?” You ask, uncertainly and Carli smiles, shaking her head.

“Of course, not...” She laughs. “I guess we were both just as blind to one another's feelings.”

Your eyes widen, darting from sparkling brown orbs, to parted lips and back.

You take a deep breath, covering the hand on your cheek with your own.

“I guess we were...” You whisper, Carli watching as you lean in. “But we aren’t now.”

Carli meets you halfway, her lips pressing gently against yours, the feel of her kiss more than you had ever possibly imagined.

Her opposite hand moves to cup your cheek, the woman pulling you closer, tilting her head to change the angle of the kiss, your hands settling on top of hers.

You pull back, of course, only for a moment before leaning back in, the two of you smiling as your lips again tenderly meet.

Eventually and reluctantly, you part, your eyes fluttering open at roughly the same time, lips splitting into massive grins.

Carli leans back in, her forehead resting against yours.

“You know, we’ll probably never see that ESPN reporter again... I never expected YOU to be the one to tell him off.” She laughs, and you snort, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips.

“I don’t think anyone did, but I’d do it again, no one gets to talk to the woman I-” You stop mid-sentence. “No one gets to talk to the woman I...”

“Love?” Carli grins, your cheeks flushing as you nod.

“Yeah... No one talks to the woman I love that way...” You whisper, grinning when the forward closes the distance between you again, lips touching yours so gently that you wonder if they even touched at all.

Again, with much reluctance you part, the two of you grinning.

“Just so you know...” Carli whispers, your eyes fluttering open to lock with her brown orbs, a grin on the woman’s face as she whispers words you know hold nothing but truth.

“I love you too.”

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yourmomswallet · 5 years

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Rugby Star

Jonathan will always be your MVP.

The big day. The final game of the semester. Jonathan’s moment: leading the college to victory. He’s been working his team and himself to the bone over the last few weeks to make certain that they would nab the championship.

With nerves on edge, Jonathan is the first to arrive in the locker room. Of course, as the captain, he makes sure to always be the first to show up to anything related to the team. Setting down his bag, he takes his shirt off to change. The way his hands noticeably shake would give away his nervousness about the game. If only you were here to calm him down.

The past few weeks had been gruelling on the poor man. With finals, theses, and the final games, Jonathan seemed to be made of stress, ready to burst at any moment. You were like his saving grace, his personal “coach.” You were at his side whenever you could be, always trying to assist him, give him advice. He couldn’t remember a time when you didn’t at least try to help him out in his times of need.

What he wouldn’t do to be held by you, back to chest, your hands running through his thick hair. You fingers seem to work magic whenever they met his scalp. Just what he needed when he became stressed like this.

As the players start to rush in, the energy in the room changes. Jonathan straightens up and mimics the energetic atmosphere around him. When he walks around to chat with everyone, he can’t help but take his time before looking in his bag. He hasn’t changed into his full uniform, all but his shirt and shoes missing.

He remembers what you said that afternoon before he left.

“I know you’re stressed, so I left a little special something in your bag.” He couldn’t miss the wink you gave him as you waved goodbye to him.

It was now or never. Opening the zipper, he doesn’t find any surprise, other than a small plastic bag of granola. He smiles at the joke you wrote on it. A snack was a pleasant surprise, but he thought it would be something a little more special than that. You always left a little something to eat for him.

Reaching for his jersey, he can see a bit of light pink fabric. What could you have possibly put in here?

Not wanting to show anyone what you had picked out for specifically him to see, he looks around to make sure no one is close to him. He lifts the jersey and sees the intricate panties. It wasn’t a full piece of fabric at all, just strings of lace. His heart rate picks up and his head feels hot. He can’t stop his quick, flashy hand movements from the surprise as he tried to cover up the panties with a towel in his bag. Of course, his frantic hands caught the unwanted attention of a certain blonde.

“What is this, dear JoJo?” Dio waltzes up to see exactly what Jonathan was trying to cover up. Dio’s hands rest upon him as he manoeuvres solid shoulders to get a peek at what’s inside the duffel bag.

“N-nothing that’s of your business!” Jonathan takes a defensive stance, trying to zip the duffel back up. His face is red hot.

“Then what’s this?” Dio snatches something out of Jonathan’s hand.

Escaping to the middle of the room, Dio looks at his hand. Before Jonathan can register what happened just moments ago, his eyes see pink lace in the hands of Dio.

“Look here, boys! Our seemingly innocent captain has a dirty secret!”

Hands reach out for the panties so everyone can get a good look at them. Dio’s face is smug and mischievous as Jonathan’s turns bright red and exasperated.

“Tell me now, JoJo. Is it your girlfriend who wears these? Or does she make you put them on?” Dio pretends to be in deep thought with hand on chin.

“Dio, we have quite an important game coming up in just a few minutes. As your captain, I’d appreciate it if you’d stop with the childish antics and get ready.” Jonathan’s resolve is slowing fading, just not his blush.

“So it is you who wears them.” He states for the rest of the team to hear.

“That’s not appropriate for anyone here to know. It’s also not true.” Jonathan ends the discussion.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist,” Dio says playfully, purposely bumping into Jonathan as he walks past him. Somehow, panties end up back in Jonathan’s possession.

Jonathan dresses and puts the panties back into the bag. He’d have to be sure to get back at you for this. Maybe the whole team knowing wasn’t your intention, but he knew you’d feel bad for him and want to make it up in any way possible.

His phone buzzes and dings. Sitting down on the small bench, he reaches for his phone to look at the lock screen.

-hope you like your present. I know they’re your favourite ;)

Jonathan can’t help but blush again as he thinks of the panties you left him, how you looked in them when you were together a few days ago. He can remember it so vividly. The pink panties and one of his shirts. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, even if he had that important exam the next day.

-I need to talk to you about something before the game. meet me outside the locker room now?

-am I in trouble??

-Just get over here please

He sets his phone down. His socks are the last to be put on, as well as his cleats. He has to be ready for the field as soon as he finishes speaking with you.

Walking out the door, Jonathan sees you waiting for him. You’re decked out in the school colours, some paint on your face to match as well as bright red lipstick.

“Hey!”

Looking up from your phone, you see him waving at you. You push your phone into your pocket and walk to him for a hug. He takes you into his arms without speaking. You can tell he’s stressed out.

“You’re not mad at me, are you?” you question into his chest, not being able to reach him any higher.

“I appreciate the sentiment, but it caused a bit more trouble than needed or intended.”

“How… uuuh... d-did the whole team see them?” Your head digs deeper into his body.

“I bet you can even guess who showed them off, too,” he strokes your hair.

“Ugh. Dio.”

“Right on the dot.”

“I’m so sorry. I just wanted to surprise you.” You sound defeated as you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck.

“Come now. Don’t dwell on the past. Just, maybe… send a picture next time instead,” he suggests.

“Oh. So you want pictures? I thought I send you plenty as is,” you tease him.

His face fills up with pink. He groans and pulls you tighter to him.

“You know what I mean. Sometimes I think you’re worse than Dio.”

“Don’t compare me to that dick. He’s in a league of his own.” Your eyebrows furrow and you point a finger at his chest. He holds your hand and kisses it in apology. The playful anger in your eyes melts and you’re stuck looking lovesick at him. Jonathan has a certain ability to take your breath away and make you fall in love with him all over again. Or maybe you just have asthma.

“So, are you going to wish me good luck or…” he trails off and sticks his cheek out for you. Clearly, he wants a kiss.

“I don’t know,” you pretend to be unsure. Of course, you want to kiss him, but it’s fun to see him worked up. “I gave you a gift for you to see in private and you go show it off like that. Even worse, in front of Dio. I don’t know if you deserve it.” Your head turns away from him.

Jonathan groans at how you twist the situation.

“Oh, come on. I’m sorry. I panicked and he stole them from me. You know I wouldn’t do that.” He turns your head with his hand under your chin.

You can hear how genuine he’s being and begin to feel guilty for making him feel bad, especially right before the game.

“Don’t be mad, please. You know I can’t stand-”

Your lips meet his, effectively cutting him off from talking anymore. He gasps a bit from the shock of the contact but does reciprocate your actions. Your arms pull him in closer to your face, lips moving with his. Jonathan takes this as your acceptance of his apology.

The two of you lose track of time in each other’s arms. The stress seems to melt away with the kisses you give him, as well as Jonathan himself. You hope he feels calmer now from your touch. Your kisses make their way up and down his jaw and neck, leaving red marks in their tracks.

The door opens and Dio’s head pops out, startling you both.

“Best get a move on, Captain. The rest of the team is waiting for you to lead them out.” He slams the door quickly to make sure you don’t get a word in to tell him off.

“Ugh. I’d like to smack the highlights out of his head.”

Jonathan laughs and gives you another hug.

“I have to go now, I guess. Will you be in your usual spot?” He lets you go and holds your hands in his much larger ones.

“Of course I will.” You peck his lips once more and let his hands go.

“Good.” He starts off towards the door, looking back at you one more time.

“Love you, JoJo. Kick some ass!” you shout at him. You wave goodbye and walk away.

Jonathan leans on the door as he watches you leave. What would he do without you?

“Get over here!” yells Dio.

“Coming!”

Running out onto the field was always liberating for Jonathan. Seeing the size of the crowd, the many faces watching, the opponents on the other team. He feels like a new man. The crowd is elated as they see their fearless captain, ready to fight and lead the school to victory. But they start to laugh more than cheer once they catch a closer glimpse of his face.

Confused, Jonathan smiles and waves to just play along. What could be so funny? Did he put his jersey on inside out?

Finally, one of his teammates that weren’t snickering interrupts the silence.

“You know lipstick isn’t part of the uniform, right mate?”

Jonathan’s confused face tells it all. His hand wipes his mouth and finds it to be red. Embarrassed, he quickly walks to the bench for a towel and wipes his mouth and face off. Looking down at the towel, the whole thing is stained red. Even without the lipstick on his face, he still stays red.

He walks back on the field, his mates still snickering. Being the captain of the team, he has to make sure to not let this distract him or teammates. He looks back to see you grinning in the stands, the school's colours on your face in two stripes under your eyes, and of course a fresh application of lipstick. You wave your fingers at him teasingly.

“L-let's do our best!” he cheers as he walks past the team, trying to avoid their gazes. He tries to cover up his quite apparent embarrassment with a cheery smile and encouraging words. He’d have to find some way to pay you back for all this.

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