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mewi-or-lara · 2 years
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Shoosh, he's sleepin...
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bardengarde · 1 year
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I forgot to post it, but here's my half for an art trade with @mewi-or-lara !!!
I took inspiration from a drawing their wife did of Sawyer and Ed talking about seeing a circus during their travels, post-series!
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hardtchill · 2 years
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Hear me out id rather see Kristie start at the 6 solely for the fact that the bigot bitch doesn’t get to play. How tf does she get the captains armband too. He knows this shit doesn’t work why is he pushing it. I’m sorry for my rant but why’s he such a dumbass.
So we're just going to ignore the racist chant Kristie was apart of and never apologized for? Okidoki then.
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areyousanta · 3 months
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Happy Holiday season, @mewi-or-lara ! I was honored to be able to draw a warm cozy Ed for you for @fmasecretsanta ! I wish you all the best in 2024!
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roymaes · 1 year
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“Winters are much colder in this world, Al. You need to make sure to wrap up warm.”
“You too, brother. You’ve got your automail to worry about.”
@mewi-or-lara - I’m your @fmasecretsanta ! Here’s the Elric bros looking after each other as they always do. Forever one of my favourite things to draw :’)
Have a great new year!
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gamergirl929 · 2 years
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You’ll Get Better Soon (Because You Have To) (Kristie Mewis x Reader)
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The little coffee shop on the corner was your home away from home, a home you spent most of your time in, the clock ticking by, drawing closer and closer to the end of your life, it isn’t until a blue eyed blonde makes her way into your home that you find something to live for again.
A/N: I want to make it clear that I am no medical professional, and I’m not well versed in illnesses, specifically in this case, cancer, so some of parts of this fic may not be entirely accurate, but I did my best and did as much research as I could to make it as accurate as possible, I really hope you enjoy it. 
Your eyes widened dramatically at the sight of, who you would deem, the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen, across the coffee shop making your heart skip a beat.  
The closer she gets to your seat, the better of a look you get at her, your eyes tracing her sharp jawline, her blue orbs as bright as her blonde hair and her smile dazzling.  
The second her eyes lock with yours you turn away, focusing on the cup of coffee in your hands, missing the tiny smile she shoots your way, the blonde eyeing you intently.  
You were visibly pale, a little on the thin side, but your cheeks were flushed a bright red, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.  
“For Kristie Mewis?”  
You pick your head up, catching the blonde’s fleeting gaze as she heads towards the counter to retrieve her drink before making her way towards the door, sparing one last glance over her shoulder at you before she makes her way out of the coffee shop and out of sight.  
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The familiar jingle of the door's bell would typically pull your gaze away from your coffee and to the door, especially when you had a bright blue eyed, blonde incentive, but you weren’t about to look desperate, it’s not like you’d ever have a shot with her anyway.  
The bell rings again, yet this time you find yourself picking up your gaze, your Y/E/C orbs widening when they meet familiar bright blue orbs.  
The blonde smiles, your cheeks flushing when you realize she’s smiling at you, and you specifically.  
She makes her way towards your booth, her hands stuffed in her hoodie’s pockets, that is until she reaches you, the blonde giving your table a tap on her way by.  
“Hey.” She smiles, blue orbs locking with Y/E/C.  
Your mouth opens and closes multiple times before you clear your throat.  
“H-H-Hi.” You stutter, the blonde’s smile impossibly widening.  
She nods her head towards the counter and you wordlessly nod, watching her go with a smile.  
When she leaves the coffee shop that day, she again gives your table a tap, sending you another dazzling smile as she makes her way out of the coffee shop, leaving you to watch her go with a grin.  
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You squint your eyes, your temples throbbing as you stare absently across the booth at no one, that is, until a familiar face slides into the seat in front of you.  
“Mind if I sit here?” She asks, and you shake your head, a smile stretching across your face, your lips splitting in a grin.  
“Not at all.” You rasp, clearing your throat to stifle a cough.  
“Kristie? Right?” You ask, the blonde nodding.
“That’s right, what’s your name stranger?” She asks and you smile.  
“Y/N.”
She smiles.  
“Nice to finally put a name to a face.” She giggles and you nod, your pale cheeks flushing.  
“For Kristie Mewis?”  
Kristie moves to her feet, as you glance over your shoulder, glaring slightly at the barista who just called her name.  
“Well, Y/N.” She smiles, stopping beside you.  
“I’ll see you around?” She asks and you nod.  
“Definitely.”  
Kristie gives you a beaming grin before making her way towards the counter and grabbing her coffee, the blonde’s eyes on you as she makes her way passed and out of the coffee shop.
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Kristie became a constant in your life after that, instead of just catching her gaze on her way passed, she’d make it a point to stop at your table every day, taking a seat across from you, the blonde wearing a beaming grin each and every time.
The more time she interacted with you, the paler you became, the clothes on you growing baggier and baggier by the day.  
You were feeling particularly unwell that day, the treatments taking their toll on you, your stomach churning.  
“You don’t look so good, are you alright?”  
You pick your head up, smiling when you see Kristie sliding in the seat across from you.  
You shrug.  
“I’m alright, don’t worry about me.”  
Kristie’s brows furrow, the woman zeroing in on the beanie on the top of your head, a beanie that she was just now realizing, was covering an obviously bald head.  
“What’s wrong?” You ask, pulling the blonde from her trance, the woman giving you a soft smile.  
“Nothing.”  
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You inhale sharply, coughing loudly into the sleeve of your jacket, your eyes watering from the exertion of coughing so hard.  
“Are you okay?”  
You pick your head up, taking a lengthy swig of your drink before turning towards the voice, a voice belonging to Kristie Mewis.  
“Ye-Yeah, I’m fine.”  
“Are you sure?” She asks as she takes a seat across from you.
You nod letting out another round of loud coughs into your sleeve, the blonde leaning across the table.
“You’re pretty pale, are you sure you’re alright?”  
You give her a small smile.
“Don’t worry about me.” You rasp, clearing your throat.
“I’m fine.”  
You glance at your sleeve, hiding your arm beneath the table when you see the blood staining its fabric.  
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Kristie’s brows furrow, the woman unexpectedly finding the usual booth you occupied empty.  
The barista nods to the closed door nearby.  
“She just went to the bathroom; she’ll be right back.”  
Kristie nods, slipping into her usually seat across from you in the booth.
Nearly 5 minutes pass and still you have yet to make an appearance, leading Kristie to her feet, the woman making her way to the bathroom uncertainly.  
“Y/N-” She calls start only to be, cut off by a round of loud, and violent coughing. 
She turns her head, catching sight of you at the sink, her eyes widening when she sees crimson staining the bright white porcelain.  
“Y/N?” She whispers, your eyes wide as you pick your head up, turning rapidly towards her, blood at the corner of your mouth.  
“Oh my god, what happened!?” She rushes over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder.
You turn away, a lump forming in your throat as you clear the deep red droplets from your face, your Y/E/C orbs bloodshot from so much coughing, though the eyes you find yourself gravitating to in the mirror aren’t your own.  
You swallow hard, shivering as the taste of iron slides down your throat.  
You clear your throat, a rattling sigh leaving you as your shoulders hunch.  
“I think we need to talk.”  
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You weren’t sure how, but the pair of you ended up at the nearby park, sitting side by side on the only empty bench available.  
You swirl the contents of your coffee cup, your eyes watching intently as the mesh of colors swirl inside.  
You shrug.  
“I have lung cancer.”  
Kristie’s eyes widen, a lump forming in her throat as she searches your face intently.  
“W-What? H-How long have you known?”  
You shrug, shaking your head.  
“About a year.”  
You tilt your head back, sipping your cold coffee, Kristie eyeing your profile.  
“It’s progressing fast.” You whisper, glancing her way, your eyes meeting hers.  
You shake your head.  
“It’s not good Kris.” You whisper, the urge to cry becoming far more prominent as you stare into Kristie’s blue orbs, blue orbs that are welling up with tears.  
Kristie shuffles closer, slipping an arm around your middle, the blonde resting her head on your shoulder.  
Your eyes flutter shut, as you rest your head on top of hers.  
“They don’t think I’ll last the year.”  
Kristie takes your hand, giving it a squeeze, her bottom lip trembling.
“I’m here for you Y/N, and I will be every step of the way.”  
You turn towards her, your eyes widening when you realize how close in proximity you are to the woman.  
Your eyes widen even further when she leans in, her forehead resting against yours.  
“We’ll get through this, together.” She whispers and you swallow hard, your eyes filling with tears.  
Thus far, you’d been perusing this journey alone, no friends, or family by your side, but now, knowing that someone was willing to travel alongside you, despite how painful of a road it may be brought foreign tears to your eyes.  
Kristie delicately cups your cheek, the blonde’s blue orbs fluttering open.
She frowns, the sight of tears streaming down your cheeks making her heart ache.  
She swipes the tears away with the pads of her thumbs, doing so until your cheeks are rid of the wet droplets, the only sign that you were crying being your bloodshot eyes.  
“T-Together?” You whisper and she nods without an iota of hesitation, the tears that had been welling up in her eyes running down her cheeks.
“Together.”  
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You grimace, the sight of the IV making you shudder, the approaching sting making you tense.  
“Hey.”  
You blink rapidly, your eyes widening slightly when you see Kristie sitting in the chair beside you, almost surprised to see her at your side despite coming to the hospital together.  
The blonde reaches for you, taking your free hand and giving it a squeeze.  
You glance back at the IV, your brows arching when you realize it’s already embedded in your skin.  
You turn back to Kristie, the blonde smiling softly, tracing the lines across your palm with her fingertips.  
“That tickles.” You say with a smile, the blonde only continuing her ministrations, giving you a smirk as she does so.  
You close your hand, your fingers wrapping around hers.  
“You don’t have to stay the entire time you-
Kristie eyes narrow, the woman sending you a somewhat playful glare.  
“I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”  
You lay back, your eyes fluttering shut as the medication drips down the IV and into your system, the medicine one of the only things that could combat the disease ravaging your body.  
Kristie's eyes dart rapidly around your face, the woman tracing the IV from your hand, up the tube and to the bag of clear fluid making its way into your system.  
She reaches for you, delicately cupping your cheek, your eyes lazily fluttering open, locking with hers.  
“What is it?” You rasp, the woman caressing your cheek.  
“You’re so strong.” She whispers and you smile softly.  
“Right now, I don’t feel very strong.” You mumble, sighing softly when her hand runs from your cheek to your arm before her fingers again wrap around yours.  
“Well, you are.” She whispers softly and you shiver, a freezing cold settling in your bones, much like it always had during treatments.  
You shiver again, smiling when Kristie moves to her feet, the blonde searching before coming back with a long, and fuzzy blanket, draping it over top of you.  
“Better?” She asks with a smile, her hand resting on top of yours.  
“Better.”  
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You grimace, shifting every so often in the booth across from Kristie, the blonde frowning.  
It has been over a day since your chemo treatment, and needless to say, you were uncomfortable, your body protesting against the medication running through your veins.  
You grunt in pain, taking off the mask secured to your face, the mask protecting your compromised immune system, the look on your face making Kristie frown.  
Suddenly, she moves to her feet.  
“What’s up?” You rasp, the blonde eyeing you intently as you slip your mask back on, the woman silently, holding out her hand.  
Your brows furrows as your eyes lock with hers, darting from her blue orbs to her hand and back.  
Without a second thought, you take her hand, the blonde grinning as she helps you to your feet.  
“Come with me.”
With no reluctance, you let yourself be dragged out of the coffee shop and out onto the busy sidewalk.
“Where are we going?” You ask, blushing when Kristie intertwines your fingers.
“Do you trust me?” She asks, shooting a glance over her shoulder.
You smile, giving her hand a squeeze.
“More than you know.”  
She beams, her cheeks dusted pink.
“Well then let’s go.” She says, dragging you across the crosswalk, leading you in the direction of where, you aren’t really sure.
Even though you aren’t sure where you’re heading, as long as you’re with Kristie, you knew you’d follow her anywhere.  
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It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Kristie had taken you to her apartment building, the woman leading you towards a closed door, the blonde riffling through her pockets before producing her keys.  
She pushes the door open, giving your hand a squeeze.  
“I hope you don’t mind that I brought you here.”  
You step inside, glancing around the large apartment, smiling when you see a number of pictures littering the wall, pictures of what you expect are Kristie’s family.  
“Not at all.” You smile as you slip your mask off, your smile splitting into a grin when you see a picture of Kristie when she was much younger, standing side by side with another, much smaller blonde.  
“That’s my little sister.”  
“I didn’t know you had a sister.”  
She nods.  
“She's a year younger than me.”  
You bite your bottom lip to stifle a grin, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by Kristie.  
“What?” She asks and you shrug, glancing her way.  
“You look adorable.”  
Kristie rolls her eyes, giving you a nudge, her cheeks noticeably flushed.  
“Shut up.”
You grin breaks through.  
“It’s true, look at that little face.” You chuckle, Kristie gives you another nudge, the blonde rolling her eyes.  
You laugh, turning towards her with an arched brow, the woman wearing a look you hadn’t seen before.  
“What’s wrong?” You ask, turning entirely towards her.  
Your eyes widen when Kristie cups your cheeks, the woman dragging her thumb along your slightly chapped lips.  
“Kris?” You whisper, the woman taking a step closer, her nose brushing yours.  
“Wait...”  
Kristie frowns sadly, the woman’s brows furrowing.  
She’s about to take a step back, though when you grab her waist, she stills.  
“I don’t have long left Kris... I don’t want you to have to go through that.” You whisper, swallowing hard, your throat visibly bobbing.
Kristie shakes her head, again cupping your cheeks.  
“You don’t know that Y/N.” She whispers.
“You don’t know that.” She repeats.  
You sigh, leaning forward, resting your forehead against hers, your eyes darting to the hands resting on Kristie’s waist, hands that had noticeably paled.  
“I think we both know it.” You whisper, bumping your nose against hers.  
Kristie’s arms wrap tightly around you, the blonde squeezing you tightly, in a way that said, she had no intention of ever letting you go.  
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After that night, you weren’t sure where the two of you stood, you wanted more, she wanted more, but you weren’t ready to take that step, not when you most likely had less than a year left to live.  
“Hey.”  
You pick your head up, smiling when Kristie slides into the booth across from you, the woman’s eyes glazing over as she searches your face.
“How are you feeling?”  
You shrug.
“Better.”  
She reaches across the booth, covering your hand with her own.
“That’s good, right?” She asks and you nod, your fingers playing with hers.
Kristie pulls your hand across the booth, ducking down to press a kiss to the back of your hand.
Your cheeks flush.
Despite having rejected her kiss at her apartment, you longed for her, desperately wanting to press your lips against hers.  
But how could you do that when you had less than a year to live?  
How could you put her through that?
“Y/N?”  
You jump, pulled from your daze when Kristie slides into the booth beside you.  
“What’s wrong?” She asks and you swallow hard, your eyes dropping to her pursed lips.  
Kristie’s eyes widen as you lean in, your forehead meeting hers, your noses brushing.  
“Now that you’re here?” You whisper, your eyes fluttering shut, giving her hand a squeeze as her opposite hand rests on your chest, right over your beating heart. 
“Nothing.”  
As if pulled forward by a magnet you lean in, unable to stop yourself from pressing your lips tenderly against hers, the woman gripping your jacket as her lips move against yours.  
You pull back, swallowing hard as you lean your forehead back against hers, your thumb running along Kristie’s bottom lip.  
Delicately, she presses a kiss to the pad of your thumb, a smile stretching across your face.  
“If you have only a year left to live, I want to spend that year showing you just how much you mean to me.”  
You close your eyes, tears forming in your eyes as you sniffle, your eyes fluttering open just as a tear streaks down your cheek.
“Will you let me?” She whispers as she delicately cups your cheek.  
You lean into her touch, your eyes again fluttering shut.  
“Yeah.” You whisper, turning your head, pressing a kiss to the center of her palm, the woman’s blue eyes glazed over as she leans in, her forehead resting against yours.  
“I will.”
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Kristie stops dead in her tracks when she sees that the booth you typically occupied was empty, as it had been the day before that, AND the day before that.  
She slinks towards the counter, the blonde frowning when the barista shakes her head, telling her exactly what she needed to know, and that was that you had yet to enter the coffee shop.  
Silently she turns on her heels, forgoing the idea of even getting a coffee and instead leaving the coffee shop.  
She sighs, wandering aimlessly into the park you’d first told her you had lung cancer in, the woman making her way towards the same bench you’d sat on and taking a seat.  
Her hand rests on the empty seat beside her, the woman wishing you were there beside her.  
She’s pulled from her trance when her phone begins to ring, the blonde’s brows furrowing at the unknown number gracing her screen.  
She briefly thinks about letting it go to voicemail, but something leads her to pressing the green button, the woman bringing the phone to her ear.  
“Hello?”  
“Hello, is this Kristie Mewis?”  
The blonde swallows hard, her leg beginning to bounce.  
“Yes, it is.”  
“I’m calling in regards of Y/N Y/L/N.”
Kristie stiffens, tears immediately forming in her blue orbs as she jumps to her feet.
“Is she okay?! What happened?!”
After some shuffling on the other end of the phone the woman clears her throat. 
“She was admitted to the hospital 3 days ago after collapsing during chemotherapy.”  
Kristie shakes her head rapidly, darting in a random direction, hoping it’s the direction to the hospital you’re currently in.  
“What hospital?” She asks, barely able to hear the woman over her own voice calling for a taxi.  
Thankfully, one stops rather quickly, the blonde sliding into the backseat.
“I’m on my way.”  
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The second your room number is rattled off to Kristie, she’s off like a shot, racing through the hospital before rushing into you room, the blonde panting heavily as she moves towards the bed you’re currently occupying.
Y/E/C’s meet blue, your head cocking slightly to the side, your mind foggy.  
“Y/N?” She says, your eyes widening when you realize who the blonde is, your momentary confusion fading away at the sound of her voice.  
“Kris...?” You whisper, sighing when the woman makes her way towards the bed, gently cupping your cheeks.  
She ducks down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.  
“Why didn’t you tell me you had chemo?” She asks, and you sigh.  
“I didn’t want you to see me like this.” You rasp, your voice rough, your hand covering hers on your cheek.
Kristie swallows hard, her eyes darting to the IV buried in your hand, the oxygen mask secured to your face.  
Gentle fingers trace your jawline, your eyes fluttering shut.  
“I told you, I would spend the year showing you how much you meant to me, and that includes me being here for you through any and everything.”  
You shake your head, tears forming in your eyes.
“I don’t think I have a year left...” You swallow hard, your mouth opening and closing as you try to find your words.  
“I’m dying, Kris.”
She shakes her head rapidly.
“No-
“We both know it.”
Kristie falls silent shaking her head rapidly.
“I won’t let you.”
A light knocking pulls your attention from the blonde, a frown tugging the corners of your mouth downward.  
“Y/N, how are you feeling?” The man says, Kristie glancing between the two of you.  
“I’m fine.” You sigh, watching as Kristie moves to her feet.  
“Hi, I’m Kristie, Kristie Mewis.” She says, extending her hand to the man who gives it a shake, smiling kindly.
“I’m Dr. Fitzgerald.” He glances your way. “It’s nice to see that you’ve established a support system.”  
The man makes his way towards the machines beside your bed, glancing at them fleetingly before he makes his way towards the clipboard resting nearby.  
“I assume you told her about the lobectomy?” He asks, curiously and your eyes widen, Y/E/C orbs meeting blues.  
“Lobectomy?” She asks, confused, her eyes narrowing as she stares at you intently.  
He nods.  
“A Pulmonary Lobectomy to be exact, it would remove the cancerous tumor located in the lobe in her lung.”
Kristie’s eyes widen, the blonde turning abruptly towards you.  
“Why didn’t you tell me?” She asks, taking your hand and you sigh.  
“Because I’m not getting it.” You say, shooting the man a glare.  
He clears his throat, his brown orbs darting between the two of you.  
“I’ll let you guys talk, I’ll come back to check on you before I leave, okay Y/N?” He says and you nod, swallowing hard at the look on Kristie's face.  
“Y-Ye-Yeah.”  
Kristie suddenly springs to her feet and follows him out the door, Dr. Fitzgerald’s eyes widening as she grabs his wrist.  
“Doctor?” She asks, the man turning her way with a small smile.  
“Yes?”  
Kristie takes a deep breath, tears forming in her blue orbs.
“Will it save her?” She asks, her voice cracking.
He places a hand on her shoulder.  
“It could, I can’t promise anything, the surgery is incredibly risky, but we’re lucky the cancer hasn’t metastasized, if we do the lobectomy now, there’s a good chance we’ll be able to remove some, if not all of the cancerous cells.”  
Kristie nods rapidly.  
“It’s her best chance of survival, because if she doesn’t get a lobectomy, there’s a chance she won’t make it to next year.”  
Kristie nods.  
“Thank you for telling me.”  
He smiles.  
“Anything I can do to help her, I will, she deserves to get better, and I think with you, she will.”  
The man gives her a nod before taking his leave, Kristie’s blue orbs boring into him as he makes his way down the hallway.  
She turns towards the door, the woman taking a deep breath before making her way back into the room, eager to confront you about what the lobectomy meant. 
Just as the door swings open her lip's part, then she sees you, now fast asleep in bed, her voice dying in her throat.  
The door clicks shut softly behind her, the blonde tiptoeing towards the bed, gently cupping your cheek, your eyes tiredly fluttering open.
“Kris?” You rasp, the woman ducking down, pressing a kiss to your bald head.  
“Go back to sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.” She whispers, stroking your cheek.  
“Promise?” You whisper, attempting to fight your tired eyelids.  
Her thumb runs across the oxygen mask secured to your face, the woman’s voice dropping to a whisper when she realizes you are fast asleep.  
“I promise.”  
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You knew she wanted to ask; you knew that every time you saw one another that the question was perched on the tip of her tongue.  
“You can ask me...” You say one day, nursing your cup of coffee.
Kristie’s eyes widen, the blonde’s mouth opening and closing before she finds her voice.  
“Why won’t you get it? The lobectomy?” She asks, sipping her coffee and you sigh.  
“It’s dangerous, at least I’ll survive a little longer if I just get chemo and radiation...”  
Kristie leans across the table, her hand covering yours.  
“Wouldn’t you rather take the chance and live, then not and just die?” She asks, giving your hand a squeeze.  
You take a deep breath, gazing down at her hand, a hand you cover with your own.  
“Honestly...” You swallow hard, your throat bobbing.  
“I used to think there was nothing to live for.” You shrug, staring at your joined hands, Kristie leaning across the table to cover the hand that’s resting on top.  
“And now?” She asks, your eyes locking with hers. Kristie’s eyes widening when you move to your feet, rounding the table before taking a seat beside her and gently cupping her cheek with your cold hand.  
“I don’t want to die, not now, not when I have you.”
Kristie smiles, turning her head to kiss the center of your palm.  
“Will you get it?” She asks and you take a deep breath before nodding.  
“I will.”  
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You were scared, terrified really, who wouldn’t be terrified when they were about to lose a literal part of themselves?  
Despite that fear, despite that, Kristie Mewis was by your side, the woman playing gently with your fingers, whispering soft reassurances in your ear.  
You turn your head, giving the blonde a small smile, one she immediately returns.  
“Are you alright?” She whispers and you sigh.  
“I’m scared.” You confess, the woman cupping your cheek.  
“I don’t know anyone who WOULDN’T be scared.” She caresses your cheek, smiling when you lean heavily against it.  
“But what I do know, is that you’re strong, and we’ll get through this.”
You swallow hard, turning your head and kissing the center of her palm.  
“Together?” You whisper against her palm, the woman nodding, tears swimming in her blue orbs.  
“Together.”  
Shortly after, the doctors come to take you, Dr. Fitzgerald specifically stopping beside Kristie, his hand on her back.  
“We’ll take care of her.”  
They’re about to wheel the bed away when you stop them, your voice cracking.  
“W-W-Wait.” You stammer, Kristie’s brows furrowing.  
“What is it?” She asks, making her way towards your bed.  
You smile, motioning for her to lean down, the woman smiling when you press your lips against hers.  
She delicately cups your cheeks, your eyes fluttering shut as you lean into her touch.  
“I-I...” You swallow hard, your heart hammering in your chest.  
“I love you.”  
Kristie’s eyes widen, her cheeks dusted pink as she leans in, closing the distance between you again.  
“I love you too.” She whispers against your lips, a grin stretching across your face.  
“I’ll see you after, okay?” She whispers and you nod.  
“See you after.”  
With one last smile, Kristie watches as you’re rolled down the hallway to the OR, and out of sight, the woman only hoping that, it wasn’t the last time she ever saw you.  
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Needless to say, Kristie was unable to sit still, calling Sam multiple times, her little sister reassuring her as best as she could that you would indeed be fine.
It was during one of those phones calls that Dr. Fitzgerald made his way into the room, her eyes widening as she abruptly hung up, jumping to her feet.  
The man gives her a soft smile.
“It went well, she’s going to need to stay in the hospital for a bit, but she’s okay.” 
Tears of relief spring to her eyes and roll down her cheeks, the woman surprisingly throwing her arms around the doctor, giving him a squeeze.  
“Thank you.” She whispers and he smiles, patting her back.  
“You’re welcome.”  
She pulls back quickly, grinning apologetically.  
“It’ll take some time, but we’ll get her into a room after she wakes up, alright?” He says and she nods, the blonde able to release the breath she’d been holding since you’d been wheeled away.  
Kristie glances down at her phone, knowing she owes her sister a phone call.
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Kristie stays curled up in the chair beside your bed, the blonde fast asleep considering she was up all day and night with you, sure to spend as much time with you as she could, just in case.  
It’s later that day that your eyes flutter open, a grimace curling your lip upwards. 
“K-Kr-Kris?” You rasp, turning towards the blonde, smiling when you realize she’s fast asleep, the urge to tuck a loose strand of hair hanging in her face behind her ear becoming incredibly prominent.
You’re so enchanted by the sleeping blonde that you don’t realize the door has opened, a nurse making her way towards the two of you.  
“Well, look who’s finally awake.” She smiles kindly, her voice rousing Kristie from her much needed sleep.
“Y/N?”  She yawns, her eyes widening when she realizes you’re awake.  
“Y/N!” She says, springing to her feet, the blonde gently taking your hand.  
“Are you okay? How do you feel?” She asks, caressing the back of your hand.  
“Hurts.” You rasp, giving her hand a squeeze, your nose crinkling as you shift the tubes in your nose.  
“I’ll be sure to tell Dr. Fitzgerald about your pain, he should be in to see you anytime now.”
You meanwhile can’t take your eyes off Kristie, a smile stretched across your face.  
“What?” She asks, the blonde’s cheeks flushing when you bring her hand to your lips, pressing a tender kiss to the back of it.  
“I never thought I’d get to see you again.” You confess, the blonde pulling her chair as close as she can before she takes a seat.  
“Well, I’m here, and what matters most...”  
She trails off, cupping your cheek.
“Is that YOU’RE here.”  
You smile tiredly, leaning into her touch.  
“I am, aren’t I?” You mumble, your eye lids drooping.  
Kristie beams.  
“You are.”
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As one would expect, you didn’t get too much sleep in the hospital, nurses and doctors coming in and out of your room at all hours of the day and night, one constant however, was Kristie Mewis, the woman at your bedside every day.  
Thankfully, the pain hadn’t been too bad, the doctors monitoring you closely, the breathing therapy they had you do combating the chance of developing pneumonia.  
“How are you feeling?” Kristie asks, her fingers tangle with yours as you make your way down the hallway.  
“I’m okay.” You cough, giving her hand a squeeze, the two of you rounding the corner into your room, coming face to face with a sweetly smiling nurse.  
“How was your walk?” She asks and you hum, crawling delicately into bed, to not jostle the tube currently in your chest.  
“It was good.” Kristie says, taking the seat beside your bed.  
“Well, Dr. Fitzgerald says that you’re able to go home today.” She smiles and your eyes widen as you turn towards Kristie.  
“Really?” You ask and the nurse nods.  
“Really.”  
You sigh deeply, grimacing at the slight ache in your chest.
“We just have to take care of a few things, then we’ll send you on your way.” She smiles before leaving the room, a grin stretching across your face as you turn to Kristie.  
“Are you still going to stay with me?” You ask, already knowing the blonde’s answer, the woman looking at you with an arched brow.  
“Of course, I am, you didn’t think I’d leave you to take care of yourself, did you?” She asks and you smile, bringing her hand to your lips, peppering the back of it with kisses.  
“Of course not.”
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Thankfully, with the tube removed from your chest, you were able to move more freely, however, you were wheeled out of the hospital, the nurses wanting to make sure you didn’t strain yourself by walking through the massive hospital.  
The second you reached the taxi, Kristie was on you, holding your hand tightly as you slipped into the yellow car.  
“Thank you.” You smile sweetly, the blonde rounding the car and taking a seat in the back beside you.  
“Ready to go home?” You ask and Kristie shuffles closer, her head resting on your shoulder.  
“Ready.”
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The decision was made well before you left the hospital that you’d be staying at Kristie’s apartment, the blonde taking your apartment key and bringing over the necessities you’d need from your apartment; clothes, your medication, etc.  
You shuffle out of the elevator, Kristie on your heels as she leads you to her apartment, the blonde holding the door open for you.  
“Come on, we’ll get you set up.” She says, a hand caressing your back as you make your way into the living room, taking a seat on the couch with a lengthy sigh.  
“Easy.” She whispers her fingertips running along the nape of your neck as she passes the couch, a hum rumbling in your chest.  
You tilt your head back, watching as she disappears further into the apartment, coming back with a blanket moments later, the blonde draping it over you.  
You smile, reaching for and taking her hand.  
“Come here.” You whisper, pulling the blonde down beside you on the couch, the woman’s cheeks flushing when you press a kiss to her cheek.  
She turns her head, her nose bumping yours playfully as she presses a kiss to your lips.  
“I love you.” She whispers, your lips splitting in a grin.  
“I love you too.”  
She caresses your cheek.  
“Now let’s get you more comfortable.”  
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Sleeping in Kristie’s apartment was a complete contrast to sleeping in the hospital, the beeping machines that had been beside you now replaced by the sound of Kristie’s soft snoring the exhaustion she felt finally catching up with her.
You lean toward her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, the woman humming softly in her sleep as she snuggles deeper into your lap.  
You grimace slightly, a slight burning in your chest, making you squeeze your eyes shut.  
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Kristie asks, woke by the sound of your sharp intake of breath.  
“Just some pain.” You shrug, shaking your head.  
“Nothing to worry about.”  
Kristie yawns, stretching her arms above her head with a squeak, the sound making your lips split into a grin.  
“We’ll keep an eye on it, just in case.” She grumbles, wiggling closer her head resting in your lap, considering you had to sleep in an upright position for a while.  
You brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear, stroking her face tenderly, her blue orbs fluttering shut.
“I love you.” She whispers, turning her head and kissing the palm of your hand.  
“And I’m so glad I met you.” She whispers, her voice trailing off as sleep takes her.  
You smile, your eyes going glassy as your hand falls to her chest, resting over her beating heart.  
“I love you too, and I’m so, so glad I met you.” You reply despite the fact that she’s asleep.  
If living meant you got to spend more time with Kristie, then you would live that life to the fullest.
And with that knowledge you fall fast asleep, your fingers tangled in the blonde locks of the woman who you loved more than anything in the world.  
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daemewn · 8 months
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you may be on my mind
everyday, baby, say you’re mine
you and me, on my mind
everywhere, baby, say you’re mine <3
[id: a digital art page of a modern human design for the character mollymauk tealeaf. the text on the right side reads: (modern human) tealeaf. system (l/m/k/??) molly primary fronter, on estrogen!, hand-poke tat artist, molly dating caleb + essek. below there is a drawing of a grey stuffed cat named mewi, a “plush kitty” that’s “taken everywhere”.
below this text is an uncoloured (except for blush) drawing of molly sitting with crossed legs, leaning his head on his left hand. he looks towards the viewer and is saying “mister caleeeb~”. his tshirt has the word ‘boys’ in a heart and the short sleeves show the tattoos on his right arm: a snake sleeve and the trans symbol.
on the left of the page is a full-body coloured drawing of molly. he’s tan and chubby and has dark purple curly hair that goes past his shoulders. on the right side of his face and neck he has peacock feather tattoos that lead to his shoulder. he’s wearing a cropped tank top, a stripey cropped hoodie, star patch baggy jeans, platform shoes, and has a tamagotchi attached to his belt loop. end id]
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stagbells · 1 year
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Message: "Hello, Spider! I adore Hollow Knight OCes, because it is an endless field of creativity. I fell in love with Petrichor and Comet and I just couldn't not draw them together! Happy holidays!"
From: @mewi-or-lara
To: @spiderscribs
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jemwolf · 3 months
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Hello friends I wrote in Cyrillic just for a silly joke that only like three of my friends will care about 😎
The proportions are... way off but trying to draw anything yesterday was such a struggle that I just called it good. I might try and fix it up digitally someday tho!
Anywho, the joke here is that Scout is originally Drachman (basically FMA's equivalent of Russian) and I headcanon that Patricia also knows some Drachman, so they just gossip right in front of people sometimes when they know they won't understand them.
Translation! (Big thanks to @mewi-or-lara so I didn't butcher it with google translate):
Scout: So Casther slept in Val's room last night.
Patricia: *gasp* No way-
(Also, if anyone else finds it interesting like I do, here's the pronunciation!)
Scout: I tak, proshloy noch'yu Kaster spal v komnate Vala.
Patricia: Ne mozhet byt'-
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mewi-or-lara · 3 months
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Hi @imorphemi! I was your @fmasecretsanta!
Happy Christmas and holidays, I hope you'll enjoy your gift!
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djcarnationsblog · 9 months
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REVENGE AGAINST @mewi-or-lara I WILL NOT BE TAKEN DOWN SO EASILY-
I DECLARE WAR ON THIS WONDERFUL HOOMAN BEAN IN THE NAME OF I LOVE DRAWING SAWYER TOO MUCH-
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shesgreenshesmean · 1 year
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I used to post artwork here as Arishynya but then got depressed and deleted my blog. However, recent Mutation day and TMNT 2012 10 year anniversary made me nostalgic and I decided to draw some OCs for the occasion
In the first pic we have S’Thgala (@zivazivc ’s OC) with my salamandrian baby Quww’Ulhy or just Uly and in the second one there’s Tesla my gf’s (@mewi-or-lara) nextgen OC. and also some Kiba because I missed drawing her so much :)
I’m quite nervous about all that and that’s not my comeback to Tumblr as an artist, but honestly I’m just happy to be here again
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decoloraa · 3 months
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Happy new year!
With another year filled with oc art and brainrot, I wanted to share this little overview here and say thank you <3
It still amazes me that people are interested in my characters and their story and I feel truly lucky to have found friends through them. A big thanks to everyone who listens to my oc rambles and engages with my art. Every single one of you makes my day and motivates me to improve my storytelling and art. I mostly do all this for myself but having people react with the things I create makes a shit ton of fun.
I‘m sorry for being kinda silent here recently, it‘s because uni life is very busy at the moment. But as always I‘m motivated to create and share!
It‘s also crazy what my characters did for me in the last two years. They brought me back into drawing and now I‘m having more fun with it than I ever have. Casther and Val started of as background characters I created for a very old self-insert oc. Wishing the matter of weeks they took so much shape and felt more alive each day.
For the next year I want to keep on making art and sharing lore. My biggest goal for 2024 is to finally start writing my lore and story down (yes so far it‘s mostly in my head, I know how problematic that is sdjhasf). I still dream of properly sharing Casther‘s and Val‘s story through a comic one day, even if only three people end up reading it. So with that in mind I hope I can offer you more story and even more characters next year!
Also I came to the conclusion that I should and want to draw my ocs with canon fma characters more. I somehow rarely did that last year, so I‘ll give that a go again! (Gotta lure people in the fma fandom into my ocs some way)
I wish y‘all an amazing year!
And lastly, special thanks to Jem, Bard, Tea, Mewi, Sam and Al for listening to my oc rambling!
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equal-pay · 1 year
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I’m curious if you think some of the mentality comments are fair? i.e. may some of it be that the rest of the world is catching up in skill and physicality? And if mentality is an issue, how much of that might be related to system or coaching vs players themselves? I’m only a casual fan and you seem thoughtful and knowledgeable so would be interested in reading your thoughts if you have any/care to share. Cheers.
Hey there, I honestly do think some of the mentality comments are fair, and I think at least some of it is rooted in the coaching. Of course other countries are catching up as you say, but that's only part of it. Other countries are catching up (which is good for the game!) but this is also a very talented squad, even with the injuries, and the results should be better and games and results speak for themselves. If I'm fully honest, the ruthlessness, finishing and midfield issues have been there in the majority of games against stronger opposition this past year. We've seen results against teams outside the top 10 or 15 ranked teams that leave a lot to be desired and hint at a problem. Beating lower ranked teams like Mexico and Nigeria by one goal, the draw with Czech Republic etc. (No disrespect to these teams but they should be scoring more vs lower ranked opposition).
I do think some players need to step up, that the tactics need to be, changed (please, no more of the planned subs!), that covid and external factors such as the competition they've been playing prior to these three games, issues in NWSL, changing of the guard and teething pains with new players being integrated, injuries/pregnancies with key players etc all play a role also.
These past three games have shown (btw I did think they were mostly much better vs Germany so definitely some improvement there) what happens when some of those cracks are exploited and you're not playing a team like Uzbekistan etc. The team seem to have lost some of their joy too, and some players aren't playing freely, while some of the newer ones are lacking a bit of bite at times. I think the vets are badly missed, and I also think Lindsey is not being used well at the moment and also is not the one to wear the armband right now. She seems to play better in a different system and when she's competing with Sam Mewis for minutes tbh. Feels like she's missing her spark so hopefully that comes back soon.
In terms of why I think Vlatko has a role in all of this- aside from the obvious (he's thr coach and responsible for overall performance), over the last year Vlatkos made comments that concern me -
Playing not to lose at the Olympics (instead of playing to win as they always have)
Openly saying in the media that some players have starting spots or roster spots locked in very far in advance (doesn't seem to drive competitive mindset imo)
Saying some friendly games results don't matter/won't be remembered once World cup comes etc (strange mentality, this is the team that used to say 5 vs 5 at training was do or die, every little scrimmage result mattered and now playing vs euro winners with 80k people is apparently irrelevant)
Constantly ignoring or downplaying concerns presented to him in post game pressers, seeming to deny there are issues with specific areas of the teams performance or tactics
Saying he was not concerned after they lost the last 3 games, breaking a 30 year streak, breaking a 5 year, 60+ streak of not losing at home. (Speaks for itself)
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raygirlramblings · 2 years
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Artfight 2022 Attacks - set 04
Ceallach for @mewi-or-lara
Breezie Daze for @thessdrawsstuff
Pancake for Frogcanvas (Artfight)
David Faulkner for Aerospiders (Artfight)
Rakuna for BenLeDessineux (Artfight)
Raspberry Sunshake for Eclipsepearl (Artfight)
Set 4 already?  I can’t believe I’ve done 24 Artfight attacks XD  I didn’t even know if I was going to get 10 done!  I can’t help myself, people just have too many fun oc’s to draw!
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gamergirl929 · 2 years
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A chance meeting in the grocery store brought the two of you together, and it was the cruelest of fates that tore the two of you apart.
A/N: You’ll need tissues for this one, because it’s hella angsty, also thank you to @kj-1130​ for requesting angst and helping with this one! 
Kristie Mewis stepped out of her bedroom and into the living room, a frown tugging the corners of her mouth downwards.
If it were a typical morning, you’d be singing in the kitchen, most likely burning whatever breakfast you were making, a cheery grin on your face when noticed her, that grin accompanied by a kiss.  
She longingly stares at the stove, hoping to will you into existence, though she knew that was impossible.  
She shakes her head, her eyes darting around the empty house, a house that would no longer be filled with your presence.  
“Kris?”  
Kristie jumps, hopeful to see you when she turns around, instead, she finds her younger sister, Sam standing behind her, the blonde frowning as she makes her way towards her.  
The second she reaches her, the tears begin to flow, a sob tearing its way up her throat, her sister throwing her arms around her, allowing the older of the two to sob into her shirt.  
She’d become accustomed to Kristie’s tears recently, something she never wished to see again, but that wouldn’t be the case, not for months to come.  
A particular sob makes Sam’s eyes squeeze shut, the blonde holding her sister with all her might, doing her best to keep the older woman from shattering.  
It doesn’t work.
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Kristie’s hands clench around the steering wheel, her blue orbs glazing over as she spots the restaurant, the two of you had frequented often.  
“Kristie?” Sam says, the blonde paying her no mind as she stares at the corner nearest to the restaurant, thrown headlong into one of the many memories she’d made with you.  
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"I know it was nothing REALLY fancy, but I thought--
Kristie cuts you off, the woman boldly cupping your cheek as the two of you exit the restaurant, coming to a stop on the sidewalk outside.  
Your breath hitches, the woman’s thumb brushing your bottom lip as you lean into her touch.  
“It was perfect.” She whispers, the blonde grinning.  
“YOU were perfect.” She says, leaning in.  
You meet her halfway, your lips meeting in the first kiss of many in the relationship the two of you would share.  
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“Kristie?” Sam repeats, knowing the blonde hadn’t heard her the first time, several horns blaring behind her as she sits at a green light.  
Her throat constricts, her chest beginning to tighten as the blonde remembers the way the two of you giggled after your kiss, the two of you leaning immediately back in.  
Kristie blinks back tears as she rolls through the intersection, her bottom lip trembling as she passes the spot you’d frequented so often.  
The place where your relationship truly began.  
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You’d met in the grocery store, the two of you accidently colliding with one another, both of you on your way to get a tub of ice cream after a bad breakup.  
It wasn’t until you caught one another’s gaze that you smiled; a smile that immediately made Kristie’s heart skip a beat.  
Approaching her after that had been easy, the megawatt smile not only she wore, but you as well, drawing the two of you into one another.  
“Hi.” You said sweetly, unable to take your gaze off the blonde, who’s grin only widened.  
“Hey.”  
You chuckle, holding up your tub of ice cream.  
“Rough breakup.” You shrug.  
Kristie smiles.  
“Same. Ben & Jerry’s solves everything.”
You chuckle motioning down the ice cream aisle.  
“Come on, I’ll show you the best flavor for a breakup.” You smile, the blonde giggling as she moves alongside you, unaware that you’re smiling softly her way, your heart stuttering in your chest.  
She grins, the two of you walking side by side down the aisle.  
“I’d like that.”  
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Kristie’s pulled from her daze, the woman staring longingly at a picture the two of you had taken together, both smiling cheerfully as you held one another tightly.  
Her stomach begins to twist violently, the woman knowing she’d never be able to make another memory like that with you again.  
She isn’t sure how long she stands there, but when Sam’s hand settles on her back, she jumps, her glassy blue orbs locking with her sister’s for a moment before she turns back to the photograph.  
“What do you say we go see her tomorrow?” Sam whispers, brushing a loose strand of hair out of her sister’s face.  
Kristie nods silently, tears that had been in her eyes streaming down her cheeks as she looks back at the photograph, your face forever etched in a beaming grin, one you only reserved for her.  
“I’d like that.” She whispers caressing the photograph’s surface, the woman attempting to swallow the lump her in throat.  
“I think she’d like that too.”  
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Later that night, Kristie wakes with a gasp, the sound of screeching tires and the smell of gasoline clouding her senses, her heart pounding as she surveys the room, frowning when she finds your side of the bed empty.  
She rolls on her side, tears in her eyes as her hand settles on the cold sheets, the blonde imagining you were fast asleep beside her, her hand on your slowly rising and falling chest.  
She grabs the pillow you’d used every night, sending the blonde a cheeky grin as you’d shuffle closer, wrapping your arms tightly around her as she fell fast asleep.  
She pulls the pillow against her chest, your scent still clinging to it as she buries her face in it, the woman wishing she had her arms around you instead.  
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It was early the following morning that Kristie pushed open the wrought ironed gate leading to the place you were buried, the woman holding a bouquet of flowers, precisely made with a message in mind; I love you, and I miss you.  
She makes her way through the graveyard, coming to a stop before your grave, her hands tightening on the flowers in her palm.  
She swallows hard, her eyes zeroing in on your name etched across the grey stone, the blonde sighing as she takes a seat in front of you.  
“Hey Y/N.” She whispers, stroking the headstone, her throat constricting, tears forming in her eyes.  
“I miss you... I miss you more than words can describe; I can’t go a day without thinking about you....” She lets out a sob, leaning heavily on the cold stone, hopeful that, somewhere, somehow, you were listening.
“I love you Y/N, so much, I wish you were here, I wish I didn’t have to visit you here, I just want you to come back home.” She cries her cheek resting on your tombstone.  
She isn’t sure how long she lays there, her eyes tightly shut, the woman imagining your arms wrapped tightly around her.  
Reluctantly, she sits up, a pressure mark on her cheek from her time laying against your tombstone.  
She ducks down, pressing a kiss to your name, her eyes fluttering shut as her forehead rests against the stone.
“I love you, Y/N, and I always will, I’ll be back soon\, okay?” She whispers, moving to her feet.  
She stares longingly at the headstone before she turns on her heels, leaving you to your eternal rest in the soil beneath her feet.  
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It took over five months for Kristie Mewis to finally get back in her groove, and get on the pitch, the woman staring longingly at the sky as she sunk her first USWNT goal since she’d taken some time off, her teammates surrounding her, hugging her tightly.  
She tilts her head back, tears streaking down her cheeks as she looks skyward, up to the heavens, hoping that somehow, you were there, looking down on her.  
She glances at the stands, her eyes widening when she spots you in the crowd, a beaming grin on your face, however, when she blinks you’re gone.  
She smiles, knowing full well that wherever she went, you were right there beside her, and that you would be with her always. 
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