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Always The One | Sam Kerr x Reader
word count: 2.6k
summary: you have a huge fight but she’ll always be the one for you.
Warnings: angst, sorta some fluff?
I’m not sure if it was because I was tired from my shift, or the fact I’d waited at the restaurant for over an hour and my girlfriend hadn’t bothered to show, that had my crying in Jessie’s apartment at 9:03pm on a Thursday night.
Jessie Fleming was possibly the sweetest person to ever walk the earth, and my closest friend.
“Still nothing from her?” she asks softly from the kitchen.
I let out a slow hum, indicating Sam had seemingly not noticed her girlfriend of 3 years was missing from their shared apartment on such an important date. Then I quickly check my phone again to make sure I haven’t unknowingly shut it off or somehow just missed a text or call from the woman.
“Well, you still have a spare uniform you left here a couple months ago if you need it for your shift tomorrow. But now, we eat ice cream and watch Fantastic Mr Fox until you fall asleep.” She plops down on the couch next to me with a pitying smile gracing her face.
“Wait. Before we do that.” I grab my purse from beside my feet and pull out two small items.
“Are you kidding me?! You’re fucking joking, you’re pulling my leg. Are you serious!” She rushes out questions before snatching the items to get a closer look.
“These are really real!?”
I chuckle at her, trying to stop the tears that are forming behind my eyes.
Sam and I had begun the IVF process a few months ago after some encouragement from Katrina, Sam’s national teammate, and I’d missed my period a few days ago so I took a test. I thought it would be a nice surprise for our anniversary. That, and the small black band with a simple diamond that sat snug in a red velvet box in my bag for three months now. But obviously she didn’t show, and I wasn’t sure what to do now.
“Yeah… they’re real. I wanted to propose and show her the test tonight. But, well, you know.” I start crying again before I can stop myself, and I’ve fallen asleep not long after Jessie starts playing with my hair.
~~~~~~~~~
Work the next day did not help take my mind off the events of last night. Being a paramedic was obviously a difficult job, but I hadn’t had this amount of bad luck on a shift in a long time, and the calls just seemed to keep getting worse.
Our first call was an elderly lady whose grandson had accidentally pushed her down her front steps, she’d hit her head pretty hard, and her knee was dislocated but it wasn’t anything we couldn’t fix and get her help for at the hospital.
Later in the day we’d gotten called to a collision on the A3 motorway, 2 women and their daughter in one car and a drunk man in a large truck. One of the mums had passed away before we’d gotten there, the other fractured her clavicle and some ribs and had a broken leg. The daughter had been knocked unconscious, a broken nose and arm and a fractured C5 and C6. The man got out with barely a scratch.
That’s when I had to take a break and try to call Sam. Holding the hand of the woman and her daughter became harder when I pictured Sam and our daughter in their place.
She didn’t answer. That call or the 3 others I made before I clocked off at 6pm, uniform stained with blood.
I’d zoned out the whole drive home. I wasn’t even sure I was heading home until I’d pulled into the driveway.
I also didn’t notice the now filled space where Sam’s car sat, or the dirty Airforce 1s by the front door that were missing when I’d left yesterday morning (I’d gone straight from my shift to the restaurant), and I didn’t notice the figure slouched on the couch watching the AFL game she’d clearly missed during training today, a beer already in hand.
I went straight to the shower to wash off the blood and cry. Then I got changed into an oversized jumper and shorts, avoiding any of Sam’s jumpers I’d usually curl up in after a hard day, sat on our bed and cried some more.
I don’t get to cry for too long before the bedroom door slams open and Sam beings to yell.
“When the fuck were you going to tell me!?” I just groan in response and cover my ears with a spare pillow, but she grabs it and stands in front of me, forcing me to look at her and the pregnancy test she held tight in her hands. I’d fucking forgot to throw the other ones out.
“When were you planning on fucking telling me this round had worked hmm? That we’re going to have a baby!?” I look my girlfriend in the eyes for the first time in 2 days.
“Last night. At the restaurant. You know… for our anniversary?” and I know it’s sick, but I found joy in the way her face dropped and realisation appears behind her eyes.
“Fuck Y/N! I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry I forgot. How did I forget??”
“I don’t know how you forgot Sam. I sent you a text after you left for training. And another during my lunch break at work. And right as I was heading to the restaurant. And I called, got Jessie to remind you too, which I know she did. How the fuck did you forget Sam?” I get up from the bed and approach her.
“I don’t know, I got carried away hanging with Mills and Guro, but for fuck’s sake drop the attitude.”
Dro- drop the attitude!? She cannot be serious.
“What was that?”
“Drop the attitude Y/N. I’m sorry I forgot but the condescending tone is unnecessary, you’ve forgotten shit too.”
“Yeah! I have! Like if it’s my turn to cook dinner or if you have a physio appointment. Not a fucking anniversary Sam!”
“And this isn’t just about the anniversary anymore. I called you four times during work today and you didn’t pick up. You didn’t think calling four times during work meant I might really need to speak to you? Because when I held the hands of a little girl who had to say goodbye to one of her mum’s and the other mum who had to say goodbye to her wife all I could think of was you and you didn’t answer once. And then I see you for the first time in nearly 48 hours and the first thing you wanted to do was yell at me instead of calmly asking? It’s too much.”
I start running my hands through my hair and pacing around the room. This can’t be happening. What the fuck is happening here? Before I can think about much more, I grab my work bag and start packing a uniform and some clothes.
“Wh- what are you doing? Oh come on you’re not leaving over a silly argument.” We’d made our way to the front door by now.
“No! I’m not! I’m leaving because you can’t seem to see why I’m so fucking upset over any of this Sam. And the fact you got so ‘carried away hanging with Millie and Guro’ to forget your 3-year anniversary and just ignore all my calls. I was really excited to share the test with you, have a family, I’m not really sure what to do about that now. Oh, and here, was going to give this to you too.” I slam the small velvet box down on the counter by the door before grabbing my work boots and rushing to my car.
I hear the door slam behind me, but no footsteps follow, so I hop in and drive to Jessie’s apartment once again.
~~~~~
I’m laying between Jessie and Erin, the latter of whom Jessie had begged to come over to try and make me smile after I’d been crying non-stop, when there’s a banging on the door.
“Jessss! I know Y/n’s there please let me talk to her.” The familiar Australian accent makes me tear up again.
Erin gets up instead of Jessie and tells us she’ll handle Sam, send her away somehow.
3rd pov
Erin opens the door to a very dishevelled Sam Kerr, who’s eyes are red, hair a mess, having finally been let out of the low ponytail so she could run hands through it in a panic.
“Ez. What are you doing here? Where’s Jessie, and Y/n?”
“Sorry Sam, Y/n isn’t here. Jess ‘n’ I decided to have a sleepover so she can take me to training tomorrow because my car’s in the shop.”
“Erin come on I’m serious, she wouldn’t go anywhere else except here.”
“I’m sorry mate I haven’t heard from or seen her since our game against Man City when she had the day off.” Sam let’s out an angered sigh but accepts the idea that maybe her girlfriend had run off to one of the other girls, seeing as most of her friends were Sam’s teammates, either from Chelsea or The Matildas.
“Yeah ok, um, let me know if you hear anything yeah? I really need to talk to her.” Sam’s hand shakes as she pats Erin’s shoulder before turning away, getting back into her car to try Kyra’s or Ann-Katrin and Jess’, both friendships that seemed so unlikely to Sam, yet were some of her girlfriend’s closest friends.
1st pov
I let out a breath of relief when Erin returns to us without a certain striker trailing behind her.
“Maybe you should talk to her. She might fucking crash in the state she’s in.” the thought makes me feel bad for a moment, but she shouldn’t be allowed off that easily.
“No, she’s stupid but not that stupid. And she deserves to worry for a moment.” It was probably really mean, but I refuse to believe she doesn’t deserve a taste of her own medicine.
~~~~~
It takes me 2 more days of her calling before I start to really miss Sam, and decide to head back to our apartment just to see if she’s there, because Jessie told me how she hadn’t shown up to training on Yesterday and she wasn’t on the pitch as I watch Chelsea verse West Ham on Jessie’s tv.
As I walk through the door, the only thing I hear are the tiny meows of our cat Helen, who runs up to me to rub against my legs. I missed her.
But then I start to look around and realise what a mess the place is. Beer bottles are spread across every room and there are takeout containers that clearly hadn’t been put away since they arrived, sitting on the coffee table in the lounge room. I walk further down the hall but trip of some random pair of sneakers. No more than two steps after that, glass crunches under my boots and I frown when I see a photo of Sam with the FA Cup I had taken after their win last season. It was my favourite picture of her in her Chelsea kit.
“Sammy?! Where are you?” my voice echoes throughout the space as I creep towards the bedroom.
As I pry open the door, I’m met with a sight that both warms and squeezes my heart. Sam is covered in blankets, snoring softly. Her eyes are puffy and there are both fresh and old tear stains running down her cheeks. She looked strangely angelic, peaceful. Like the girl I’m in love with.
When I pull the blankets back, I see her hugging the teddy I got for her to take on international breaks when I couldn’t make it, doused in my perfume. I’d got it for her on our 6-month anniversary, and it didn’t take her long to buy me one for when she went away. The same one that is currently sitting on our windowsill, seeming very lonely.
She’s dressed in only a sports bra and some checkered boxers she’s been obsessed with sleeping in, but doesn’t seem to have changed in the past 2 days.
Her eyes blink open as I softly shake her away, but once she catches sight of me, she bolts up-right and scrambles to hug me.
“Hey Sammy.” I’m too tired to be angry at her anymore. I just miss her.
“I’m sorry, I’m so so so sorry I was so horrible to you. I don’t deserve to be forgiven but I’ll do anything to prove how sorry I am and how much I love you and this baby.” I then catch a glimpse of a ring, the ring, that is placed perfectly on her ring finger.
“Y- you’re wearing the ring?” and she doesn’t get a chance to reply before I’m kissing her.
“This doesn’t mean I forgive you! I’m still mad at how you treated me.” I pull back to tell her before she can reciprocate the kiss.
She doesn’t meet my eyes but nods. “I’m so sorry, I love you so much and I want to show you that and show you how sorry I am.”
“I expect you to get me every single thing I crave in the next nine months and give me cuddles whenever I ask.”
Before she can I agree I add. “And that’s only for not letting me give me whole speech about how much I love you before I propose. There’s a lot more ground to cover for the other shit.” But I smile and kiss her again.
“I would have said yes before you could talk any way. Oh! And I have a surprise for you too. I was going to give it to you on our anniversary too.”
Sam gets up and rushes to the drawers, pulling out a familiar box.
“No fucking way were you going to propose on the same day.” She simply pulls out the ring and holds it out to me.
“Will you be my wife? If you say no I might actually drop dead.” I cry before anything else. But then I catch her looking at me expectantly and I just nod before hugging her tight.
“I can’t wait to have a family with you.” I whisper in her ear.
“I bags being the fun mumma!”
“Nooo way!”
“Yuh huh! You’re going to be the safety conscious one. You literally make me renew my first aid with you every single year. I’m definitely the fun one.” I groan but hug her tight. I don’t know what I’d do without her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“SAM I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU ONCE THIS THING IS OUT OF ME HOW DID YOU CONVINCE ME TO DO THIS!?” I couldn’t tell you how long I’ve been in labour by now, but I’m sure Sam’s hand was about to break and everyone in the building could hear me swearing my head off.
“You’re almost there chickee, just a few more pushes I promse.”
“You said that last time and it was not just a few more pushes!”
Before either of us can say anything else I’m pushing again, and 6 minutes later, a baby’s cries fill the room, and Maeve Wren Kerr-Y/l/n joined her twin sister Charlie May Kerr/Y/l/n in their mothers arms.
When I look over at Sam, she’s smiling adoringly down at Charlie, and I see a tear run down her face.
“You’re so beautiful.” I reach to grab her hand while Maeve sleeps in my arms.
I don’t think I could love anyone, or anything more than I love Sam. In 8 months when we get married, I’ll look her in the eyes as we say ‘I do’ and I’ll know she was always going to be it for me. She’ll always be the one.
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[fanfic] Always Prepared: chapter 1
“Hello!” Fubuki caroled as he tapped on the door, right after he’d opened it. Having a key to his best friend’s apartment came in so very handy now and then. Sometimes Ryou got a little upset at him for just coming in, but he always said hello first, so they knew he was there.
Once in a while he’d interrupted Ryou and Edo in the middle of things, but once he knew they were involved, he would either politely excuse himself or just wait until they were done, depending on just what they were doing, and how far into it they were, and if whatever he needed them for was really that important. By their standards, not his.
He looked around, a slight frown forming between his eyebrows. Normally he got some sort of answer when he said hello, at least if they were there. This wouldn’t be the first time he’d come in when they were gone, though. He moved in a bit further, ready to get down to business if they really weren’t there.
“Hello?”
“Fubuki?” Ryou’s voice came from the bedroom, which truly didn’t surprise Fubuki in the slightest. What did surprise him was that he sounded annoyed. Ryou very seldom let people hear that he was annoyed. Fubuki came in for a lot of friend privileges, but this wasn’t always one of them. It tended to depend on exactly what it was that bothered Ryou in the first place.
Fubuki took a few quick steps in that direction. Then he stopped.
“Are you two decent?” He’d seen Ryou not-decent many times – the perks of sharing the school bathhouse more than once – but he knew Edo didn’t always appreciate someone coming in before he could at least put his shorts on.
Ryou sighed, a sound Fubuki couldn’t remember having heard in a while. “I’m the only one in here. Edo won’t be back until tonight. Get in here.”
That was more and more unusual, but Fubuki ambled his way in. “I came over to help you guys get things set up for your party.” It was ‘theirs’ only in the sense it was for their anniversary. Fubuki had put all the plans in order himself, sent out the invitations, and now would decorate their place for it.
At least that was the plan, until he stepped into their bedroom and saw what was bothering Ryou. He blinked. He rubbed his eyes. He stared until he was certain of what it was he saw, even if he didn’t fully believe what he saw.
“Ryou, could you explain to me, why you’re handcuffed to the bed? I mean, I know why you’re handcuffed, but I mean…” Fubuki rubbed the back of his head, trying to put t his into a question that made the kind of sense Ryou would understand.
“Why am I handcuffed and Edo’s not here, and it’s not the kind I can get out of on my own?”
“Yeah.” Fubuki nodded. “I’d really like to know.”
To Be Continued
Notes: I have the whole story written already, so my updates will come on Wednesday and Friday.
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[fanfic] Always Prepared: chapter 3 [end]
Fubuki brought up a finger to tap on his lips, then grinned. “I think I know what I can do!” He didn’t wait to hear if Ryou wanted him to help or not. Instead, he dug around in the bag he’d brought – not the one that had the party supplies, but the one he kept with him that had a solution for almost every occasion and issue that he could think of.
Someone had to take care of things, after all, and it might as well be him. Not that many people he knew could do that.
“What is that?” Ryou asked suspiciously as Fubuki pulled something out of his bag.
“Watch what I can do!” Fubuki grinned, flourishing something small and light in one hand. He bent over the bed and started to work at the handcuffs, ignoring how Ryou wriggled around trying to get a good look at what was going on. By some quirk, Fubuki was able to work at the cuffs without Ryou getting that look.
“Fubuki, tell me what you’re doing!” Ryou snapped. Fubuki paid no mind to his tone. He had too much he was doing, like dealing with this lock.
“I’m getting you out of here!” Then there was a pop and the first handcuff came off. Fubuki grinned widely before he started on the second one.
Ryou stared up, his expression just visible from Fubuki’s point of view, and Fubuki wished that he could get a picture of it to show Edo. Ryou so rarely showed that much surprise.
The second one came off a few moments later and Fubuki stepped back, waving his hairpin in triumph. “You can thank me later. You should probably put some pants on now.”
That got a very annoyed look, one of those that Ryou reserved for Fubuki.
“You picked the handcuffs with a hairpin,” Ryou said. Fubuki shrugged.
“I thought it might work, and it did. You should find that key, though. Maybe put it where it’s not likely to fall off again. Or not use those handcuffs anymore.”
Whatever Ryou muttered to that, Fubuki didn’t quite hear. He was all right with that, though. Instead, he put his hairpin away and stepped back toward the door.
“You get dressed, I’m going to start getting ready.”
“Fubuki, why do you carry a hairpin?” Ryou wanted to know, getting out of bed and looking for his clothes. At least Fubuki thought he was.
But he shrugged again at that question. He’d expected it, after all. And he had what was probably the only answer he’d ever need for it. “Why shouldn’t I carry one? It came in handy now, didn’t it?”
He wasn’t surprised at all to find that Ryou had no answer to that. Satisfied, he headed out to get the party preparations going.
He also wasn’t that surprised to hear one more flat statement from Ryou.
“We’re not telling anyone about this.”
Well, Ryou probably wasn’t. But Fubuki wasn’t going to make any promises.
The End
Notes: Fubuki is prepared for anything. At least he didn't try to play his ukelele at it?
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[fanfic] Always Prepared: chapter 2
Ryou let out a very long, very exasperated sigh and closed his eyes. Fubuki could not wait to hear this explanation. He knew the sort of thing that Edo and Ryou got up to and while he wasn’t as quite into the same things they were, he also knew they took precautions so this kind of thing wasn’t really supposed to happen.
“These handcuffs are set up so I can unlock them, but I need the key to do it with.” He tilted his head so his chin pointed to a spot on the bedstead. “That’s where the key is supposed to be.”
Fubuki took a look. There wasn’t a key there. He responsibly reported that.
“I know. We had an earthquake this morning, remember?”
That got a nod. It hadn’t been much of one; hardly enough to wake most people, but it happened all the same. A few ornaments fell here and there, and that was about it.
Then it clicked and Fubuki could almost not believe it. “Did the key fall off?”
“It fell off. Edo had already left by then. He wanted to check on some things at the stadium.”
That too didn’t surprise Fubuki. Not too long after Edo and Ryou started their relationship, Edo joined in with Ryou and Shou’s own Pro League, becoming part owner. He kept a firm eye on their stadium, and even a small earthquake like this could upset things. Better to check and make sure than to not bother and something unwanted turned up.
“Why didn’t he unlock you before he left?” Fubuki wasn’t always one for logic, but this seemed a good time to make an exception.
Another sigh. “I told him not to worry about it. The key hadn’t fallen out of reach then, but I was trying to get to it, and it fell farther down. I think it’s under the bed now.” Ryou twisted around to give the floor, and part of the bed, a very stern look. “And I can’t get to it.”
His cell phone wasn’t in reach either, sitting on the desk, peacefully recharging. Fubuki strolled over and bent down to look under the bed. Ryou might not ask him to help, but Ryou wanted him to help, and Fubuki would do just about anything for his friends.
“I can’t see it,” he reported. There wasn’t anything under the bed at all. Wherever the key vanished off to, it wasn’t there.
Ryou said a few more words. Not all of them were in Japanese. Clearly being with Edo improved his vocabulary all out of bounds.
Fubuki leaned back and examined the handcuffs. “You know, you’re kind of in a bind here.”
“I noticed that.” Ryou bit the words off as of biting into a thick side of meat. “Is there anything that you can do?”
Fubuki considered suggesting a locksmith. He didn’t think that would go over very well, not with how hotly Ryou glared. Some things not even Hell Kaiser would face.
To Be Continued
Notes: So what will Fubuki do?
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