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it wasn't me [t.rodman x reader]
prompt: trinity refuses admit to stealing your clothes
author notes: the word for this mini fic is "steal" obviously. i swear this is the most trinity coded fic i have written for her. i'm knocking out a request for more trin fics and helping myself write more, killing two birds with one stone. hope y'all like it 💞
trinity has a problem. actually the right word would be an addiction. she can't stop herself from stealing your clothes. the mix of your perfume and body wash you use rubs off on your clothes, making her heart all happy so can you really blame her? it was a cute habit except for when you needed to actually wear your clothes and half of your closet was gone. still you never stop her, so trinity happily indulges in her you-based addiction.
the only downside of this is the fact trinity does not like admitting it. even if everyone obviously knows it. this isn't even due to a pride thing, the american player just doesn't like to admit it. in her mind technically your clothes are her clothes so is it really stealing?
"baby! have you seen my mickey mouse pajama pants? it's going to be a little chilly and i wanna wear them," you shout out as you look through the closet in your bedroom. trinity comes into the room when she responds, "nope. haven't seen it, babes." she leans against the door frame, watching you look through your closet.
unlike you, trinity was already dressed. it was around ten am and practice started at twelve pm, so you forced her to get up eight to get ready. she groaned the entire time and demanded kisses after she did every part of her routine. you happily obligated every time.
"ugh.." you let out a groan. just deciding to give up on your idea of being extra comfy in your pajama pants and instead grabbing some black sweatpants. at least it matches your white graphic tee and the grey jacket you planned to wear out. you turn, dropping the sweatpants on your bed before coming over to trinity. "are you sure you haven't seen them?" you mumble into her chest after hugging her. trinity straightens up to hug you back properly. swaying a bit as she rests her face against the top of her head.
"nope. i don't even remember you having a pair of mickey mouse pajama pants. maybe you just made that up"
"wow, am i being gaslight right now?" you joke making her laugh loudly. the hug goes on for a long moment before you pull away. "gotta slip on these pants so we can go. i want to stop by that brunch place you like to get breakfast," you move away from the door and go to stand next to your bed.
"what? the spirit cafeteria breakfast food isn't good enough for you anymore?" trinity leans back against the doorframe. a badly hidden smirk on her lips as she watches you near your bed.
"don't you know? when someone gets famous they have higher standards. it comes with the fame," you put on a fake sad tone when saying the last sentence. trinity snorts, rolling her eyes. "oh god, where has my humble girlfriend gone?" she says.
"she's dead," you shrug before glancing at the clock sitting on one of your nightstands, "alright. get out so i can change."
"i can't watch my own girlfriend?"
"sorry, no. that choice expired after the last time we didn't go anywhere," you give her a fake pout before making a shoing gesture. the american player lets out a long groan before moving away from your room. going off into the kitchen to eat up half of your snacks.
it doesn't take long for you to get fully ready. having to also do your hair and find your training kit which somehow ended up in the guest bedroom. trinity and you leave out of the house at 10:40. with you carrying both of y'all bags since trinity claimed her arms hurt. you throw the bags into the back seat before getting into the driver's seat. trinity was already in the passenger seat before you put the bags away. you get ready to drive off, but is stopped by trinity saying, "wait!"
"what?" you look over at her, a confused expression on your face. the american player just smiles, "i have to go grab something. i forgot."
you just shrug when she gets out of the car. five minutes after going into the house, trinity comes back out. the shock on your face can't even be described as you watch trinity walk out of the house in your mickey mouse pajama pants. the one that she specifically said she didn't even knew you had.
trinity gets into the car just like before. snapping in her seat belt before looking over at you, "alright. let's go! i'm still starvinggg."
you give her a blank stare. thinking that would be enough for her to realize the current irony going on, but nope, trinity just looks away from you. focusing on connecting her playlist to the aux. "you know ashley texted me yesterday and she's actually getting along well in north carolina. i never thought i would hear her say that, weird," trinity's face scrunches up in slight disgust before shrugging.
"baby.."
"what?"
"why do you have on my pajama pants? i was looking for those!" you say as you pull out of the driveway. the american player side eyes you before looking out of the window instead of directly at you.
"i don't know what you're talking about," after saying this trinity tries to change the subject, but you aren't letting up. you keep reminding her of the earlier conversation you two had, but trinity denies that it even happens.
you drop the topic at brunch. enjoying the moments of eating nicely made bacon and pancakes while trinity gossips her head off. you try to bring it back up when y'all get back in the car to drive to practice, but trinity still doesn't let up so you drop it.
practice goes by smoothly with trinity annoying you every five minutes. you two go back to your place afterwards and slow down for the rest of the day. it's around ten pm when you bring the topic back up; and it wasn't even your fault.
trinity is in the shower while you're scrolling on twitter. mostly seeing fan tweets and bad jokes when a post about trinity catches your eye. on the tweet is the photo the washington spirit posted on instagram of trin's pre-practice outfit. she's waving in the photo while walking, with you trailing closely behind her. the tweet says the way the pants don't even reach trin's ankles. we all know who pants those are 😭
you immediately send that to trinity's phone. ready to start up the conversation once again after your thoughts were affirmed by some stranger on twitter; thank you to that fan.
© thinkingaboutjaedyn
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WAG Life//Trinity Rodman
Authors notes: this is really bad but idc I love trinity we are actually married trust
"Does this look good or am i doing to much? "you ask your friend who is sitting on the bed behind you. "you look hot she wont be able to take her eyes off of you." she says looking up from her phone.
The two of you are getting ready for one of trinitys games against Gotham FC, you were wearing one of trinitys jerserys and a pair on ripped jeans and pulled you hair up in a high ponytail so you could see "Rodman" on your back more clear."Ok if we leave now we will be 30minutes early so lets get going." you told your friend.
In the car as she drove to the staduim you were texting trinity before her warmups just wishing her goodluck and letting her know you are on the way.In the staduim you and your friend find your seats and they are right behind the bench. "damn your girl really hooked us up with these seats huh." your friend says laughing."What can i say wag life has its perks." you say shrugging your shoulders laughing. usually you would sit with trinitys mom in brother but they were not able to make it.
skip to the end of the game Washington spirit won 4-2. you watch as the players make their lap around the pitch then come to meet the fans. you see trinity coming your way pratically ignoring everyone around her(she goes back and talks to them shes not mean swear) and gets to you "hi baby" she says after she basically climbed over the barrier to hug you. "hey" you say wrapping your arms around her neck and kissing her cheeck. "you played so good im so proud of you." you say "she pulls away and smiles down at you chewing her gum "thanks sweetheart you know your my luckycharm so thank you." she says leaning down to kiss you.
You hear wolf whistles from her teamates and your friend so you push her away. "trinitys got herself a wag over here." you hear ashley say. you start blushing and hear trinity telling her to shut up. "ill see you later at home ok?" trinity asks jumping back over the barried to meet her teammates in the locker room "Ok" you say to her watching her smile to you while walking backwards then turning around.
later that night you are getting ready for bed when trinity comes up behind you and wraps her arms around your waist "thank you for coming out today and supporting me." she says kissing your neck you look up at her at pull her head out of your neck to kiss her "ill always be your biggest fan you know." you say looking into her eyes. "you really are a wag now huh." she says laughing at you. you pull her in by the back of her neck and whisper against her lips "your wag." you say finally kissing her.
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No Idea Who They're Dealing With (Trinity Rodman x Reader)
Ummm, it's like 1am and I just banged out like 2k words?!?!? This was requested by a lovely anon (hope this is kinda what you wanted). I'm gonna go have a nighttime snack real quick so, byeeee. As always, any feedback good or bad welcome. Enjoy!
Word Count: 2k (actually it's like 1987 but that's basically 2k so fuck it)
You hated Trinity Rodman. With a passion. She was always getting the best of you, no matter how hard you tried she always seemed to be one step ahead. The rivalry between the two of you went back to your U-18 days. You played for Canada during the U-18 World Cup, in that tournament you had really shone, putting yourself at the top of the list for up-and-coming Canadian soccer players. While you had done well, Trinity had done even better. You never played against the USA in that tournament, but she beat you out for the Golden Boot and the Player of the Tournament award.
The next time your rivalry was rekindled was in the U-20 CONCACAF Championships. Both Canada and the US came top of their groups, respectively. In the semi-finals, the two teams faced off. It was a pretty physical game. Tackles were flying in left and right. Numerous cards were given out. Throughout the match, you and Trinity had been at each other’s throats. It started with just some shoving. Then, it escalated to pulling on each other’s jerseys. The tackles kept getting dirtier and dirtier. It didn’t help that Canada was 2-0 down. At one point, you were both going for the ball, you thought you had definitely beat her to it when you felt a cleat connect with your ankle. You screamed out. Toppling to the ground while clutching your ankle, you knew it was bad. Like, tournament ending bad. With your face buried in the grass, you can hear loud voices, presumably your teammates who had come to defend you. The whistle was being repeatedly blown, but all you could focus on was the immense pain shooting through your leg.
Trinity was horrified. She hadn’t meant for that to happen. Of course, she was getting frustrated with the physical battle between you. But she really hadn’t meant to hurt you. She had never seen you in so much pain. Your reputation preceded you, everyone knew that you were tough and that if you went down something must be seriously wrong. A number of your teammates came to your aid. They shoved Trinity and got all up in her face. She tuned all of them out, though, preferring to watch the trainers as they started feeling your ankle. When you were on your feet and limping off the field, she wanted to go over and apologize, but one of her teammates dragged her away before she could.
You had ruptured your Achilles tendon. It took almost six months before you stepped on a soccer pitch again. While Trinity was off becoming a star in the NWSL, you were sitting in physio, fuming. It was mentally and physically exhausting to return to full strength. And when you finally returned you tore it up. At UCLA you established yourself as one of the best players in college soccer. Bev Priestmann was impressed enough to give you a call-up for your first-ever senior national team camp in 2021.
Now, heading into the 2023 SheBelieves Cup you’ve become a regular on the national team. You had played against Trinity a couple of times, but you had tried your best to just ignore her presence altogether. It most certainly confused Trinity. She thought you would be pissed at her and that you would hold a grudge forever. You hadn’t. Actually, it was like Trinity didn’t even exist anymore in your world. Within the Canada camp, there was a lot of things going on. The players, yourself included, were in a dispute with Canada Soccer. Everyone had decided to wear their practice shirts inside out to protest, among other things. Heading into the opening match against the USA, the battle between players and federation was anyone was talking about. Janine and Christine had done an interview with TSN, you hadn’t even spoken publicly about the job action, other than putting the players’ statement on your Instagram. Yet, you were on the receiving end of all the blame coming from Canada Soccer. There had been multiple interviews and statements by Canada Soccer officials and they all stuck to the same narrative, your arrival in the past year or two had changed the mindset within the team. You were the root of this. If it had not been for you, everyone would have been happy still, and the team would not be asking for something that was impossible. You chose to handle this with class, not wanting to stir the pot anymore, you did not respond to those comments.
The USA had watched all of this happen in complete shock. First of all, the fact that a job action had to be put in motion in the first place. Considering you guys were Olympic champions everyone thought you would have earned a little more respect from your federation. Second, you specifically were enduring most of the public bashing. It was absolutely insane for Canada Soccer to put this all on one player, especially you. This entire fiasco made Trinity’s blood boil. No way they thought they could actually get away with blaming you. When asked by the Canadian team if they would join in making a pre-match protest, they of course agreed.
Soon enough, the two teams were standing in the tunnel, preparing to step out on the pitch. There had been a few hugs given out among the different players. Rapinoe had said some encouraging words to you as she passed by. You didn’t realize how much you needed to hear them until you started to tear up. As the US lines up alongside you, you try your best to not let anyone see the emotion overcoming you. All of a sudden, you feel a hand land on your shoulder. Looking over, you’re surprised to see Trinity Rodman giving you a warm smile.
“Hey, you’re doing a really good job, don’t let them get to you,” Trinity says softly to you. You wipe at your eyes before mumbling out a quick “thanks.” She removes her hand and you immediately miss the contact. Before you can say anything more to her, the refs have started to move forward, with the teams following close behind. The cameras start to click rapidly as Canada’s national team appears wearing the purple “Enough is Enough” shirts. After the anthems, the two teams form a heart around the centre circle. You end up standing beside Trinity. The taller woman’s hand lands on the small of your back, sending shivers up your spine. She notices this and smirks at you.
That entire game, Canada looks flat. You guys looked like a team that was mentally exhausted, which you were. It was only through pure determination that you were able to put your name on the score sheet. The game finished as a 2-1 US win, it probably should have been more.
When the game ends, you and the rest of the team refuse to do any media and head straight back to the locker rooms. Trinity ends up at the ESPN panel, standing alongside a man she doesn’t recognize and the hosts. It’s only when the hosts introduce the man as the Vice President of Canada Soccer that she realizes what’s going to happen. This was definitely set up by Canada Soccer to continue putting down the players. The hosts ask Trinity a few questions about the match before they address the elephant in the room. For a bit, Trinity thinks that maybe she was wrong. Maybe the vice president wasn’t here to blame the players, maybe he was just here to try to appease the public or something. He wasn’t saying anything too controversial, mostly trying his best to deflect, saying he can’t comment and things like that. For a few minutes, everything is going okay. Until it isn’t.
“Obviously, we only want our women’s teams to thrive. They have shown just how world-class they can be playing against some tough opponents. We just think that some of the demands they’re making are unreasonable. It’s possible that Y/N Y/L/N has gotten some far-reaching goals inside of her teammate's heads. Before, the team was making reasonable demands and we were happy to negotiate with them,” the vice president says with such contempt that Trinity doesn’t know how such an asshole can be elected for anything.
“Interesting…” ESPN’s host slowly starts to say before Trinity jumps in.
“Or maybe, you guys have just been taking the entire team for push-overs and they, including Y/N, have finally realized their worth. That they are deserving of more than just whatever you have left in the bank account. Also, if you’re going to start publicly bashing Y/N, then you better know that she’s not going to back down without a fight and that she is going to come at you guys with everything she has. You have no fucking idea who you’re dealing with.”
This leaves everyone on the panel in a little bit of shock. Trinity decides that she doesn’t feel like being interviewed anymore. She gives the mic back and then walks off, not having the slightest clue about why she did that. As she gets closer to the US locker room, she stops in her tracks when she hears a voice.
“What the hell did you do that for?” She takes a deep breath before turning around to be met with your beautiful face.
“Uhh, I don’t know,” she stutters out.
“Trinity, you just blew up at a Canada Soccer official and swore on national television. You must know why.” There’s something about how her name sounds coming off your tongue that drives Trinity crazy.
“Y/N…” she starts as she takes a step towards you. You can feel a blush creeping up your neck as the space between the two of you closes.
“Yeah?” Your voice comes out small and it only encourages Trinity. She takes another step closer, at this point you’re chests are close to touching. Trinity is looking down at you with a smirk that makes your knees weak. It doesn’t help that she’s got probably five inches on you so, you feel incredibly small this close to her.
“I’ve never really hated you, y’know?” Her voice is so smooth, it makes your stomach do flips.
“Oh yeah?” You say not daring to take your eyes off of hers. She starts to lean in slowly.
“Yeah,” she whispers against your lips before connecting them. Her hands go to your waist, pulling you as close as possible to her. Your fingers find their way into her hair, giving it a light tug. Her lips were like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. They were soft and perfect and moved perfectly against yours. You couldn’t believe what was happening, not too long ago you swore you hated her, but now, she was too good of a kisser to even think about hating her. Soon, you both pull away. She leans her forehead against yours.
“When do you guys leave for the next game?” The American asks quietly.
“I think two days from now,” you reply, “why?”
“Do you want to go on a date with me, say tomorrow?” You can’t help the grin that takes over your face.
“Thought you’d never ask.” You kiss her one last time before entangling your fingers with hers. “I’m not sure you have any idea who you’re dealing with, though,” you joke. Trinity just laughs.
“Trust me, I know exactly who I’m dealing with,” she says with a chuckle. You smile one last time at her before moving to head back to your own locker room. But, she pulls you back and presses a firm kiss on your forehead, then she decides you are free to go.
When you were named to the World Cup roster, the first person you called was your girlfriend.
“The world has no idea who they’re dealing with, babe.”
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Trinity Rodman Appreciation
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Right Person, Wrong Time
Trinity Rodman x Reader
This was so fun to write honestly. Thank you to @deynacastellonaswife for the request and prompt. I hope I wrote to your expectations.
Also haven’t wrote a fic with over 1,000 words in a long time so that felt nice.
If you like this, please let me know!
-grey
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You were standing in the middle of your apartment, figuring out what you should take with you to London, and what you can get rid of. You didn’t realize how much stuff you had until it was all laid out in front of you.
You’ve received many offers from plenty NWSL teams and many abroad, but when Arsenal put in an offer, it was one you couldn’t refuse. You decided to not finish college and go straight into playing what you love. You’ve always been a fan of Arsenal, watching the likes of Leah Williamson, Caitlin Foord, Alex Scott and so much more.
You know you wouldn’t stay in London permanently because you’d be homesick and missing your family. You’d also be missing your girlfriend of two years, not being ready for long distance at all.
You were so far into your own head that you barely heard someone ringing your doorbell and knocking on your door. Opening it, you smile at the sight of your girlfriend, but it quickly disappearing after seeing tears running down her face.
“Hey, hey. What’s wrong?” You try pulling her into your arms, but she pushes past you into your apartment. You close the door behind you and follow after her.
“I-I-I need to talk to you.”
“Okay. About what.”
“I don’t-I don’t really know how to say this, but I-I can’t do this.”
“Do what?” You try to reach out for her, only for her to pull away, hurt showing on your face.
“You’re going all the way to England and I’m staying here and I-I don’t want you to go.”
“I thought we talked about this Trin?”
“We did, but thinking about it more, I don’t want to hold you back, tie you down. You’ve always wanted to play for Arsenal.”
“You’re not tying me down babe.”
“My decision is final. Focus on your career, I’ll get drafted here and maybe we’ll still see each other sometime.”
“You won’t even talk to me while I’m there? I could be there for years. I can’t just not talk to you.”
“You’re an amazing player. You’ll do amazing there, so focus on that, don’t worry about me. Maybe we’ll come back together in the future, but now is not our time.”
“You’re sure about this?” Your bottom lip trembles, trapping it between your teeth to make it stop.
“I am.”
“You’re younger than me but so much wiser, I swear.” You can’t help but let out a small laugh, Trinity letting one out too.
“I love you and I can’t wait to see how you play with them.”
“Can I have one last kiss?”
She doesn’t reposed but grabs both sides of your head, smashing her lips to yours. You wrap your arms around her waist, holding tight, not wanting to let go.
‘Right person, wrong time’, you thought.
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Here you are now, January 2023, in a similar situation three years before. Having packed all the essentials and must haves into boxes and suitcases and sent some off to be shipped to your new apartment.
After three years in London, playing for Arsenal, truly making a name for yourself, it was time to go back home. You’ve requested a transfer and your managers and teammates were very supportive of you.
You’ve already said your goodbyes to everyone, especially to Leah and Caitlin who’ve taken you under their wing, with lots of tears shed, you’re off to the airport for a long journey home.
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Trinity Rodman, a star player for the Washington Spirit and the US Women’s National Team, got ready for practice like normal. But today was a little more exciting. Newly drafted and signed players are arriving for their first practice with the Spirit.
Arriving at the stadium, she went straight into the locker room to get her gear on, many of her teammates joining her. Gathering everything she needs, she heads to the field with everybody else. Their head coach, Mark, asks them all to gather around, to welcome all the new players.
“Now, we do have one more person, but she seems to be a lit—”
“—I’m here! I’m here! Sorry for being late!” You come running towards them, gear in your hands, shirt only halfway on.
Trinity froze. She hasn’t heard your voice in such a long time. She didn’t know if she should go up to you, but her body decided for her, not being able to move from her place, looking at the ground.
“Right. This is Y/n Y/ln. Wanna introduce yourself?” He gestures to you.
“Right. Uh, again, my names Y/n and I played in Arsenal and now I play here. I’m twenty-three and I’m a CM.”
“Well, good to have you here. Now let’s start practice.”
The whole practice, Trinity was distracted. She couldn’t get her foot on the ball properly, even missing some open shots. Her friends/teammates notice her distracted, but decided to talk to her after practice.
She found herself staring at you. Some times you would catch her eye, her turning away just as quickly. It was weird seeing you after all this time. It was extremely awkward too because she wanted to just be wrapped up in your arms like you did years ago.
Practice ended, Trinity rushes to the locker room grabbing her stuff and leaving, not bothering to use the showers there like she always does.
You, on the other hand, try to look for Trinity, rushing into the locker room to see if she’s still here. Unfortunately, you just missed her.
“What’s got you looking stressed?” Ashley asks you.
“Nothing. Nothing. Just probably still jet lagged or something.”
“Alright. Let me know if you need anything.”
Needing to cool down, you hop into the showers, taking a cold shower. You didn’t know what kind of reaction you could’ve gotten from Trinity after not seeing you for a long time, but it definitely wasn’t her ignoring you and practically running away from you. Quickly getting dressed, you look for Ashley.
“Hey, do you happen to know where Trinity lives?”
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Trinity was not chilling on the couch, watching her favorite show when there was a knock on her door. She looks through the peephole, not expecting to see you standing outside. She didn’t know if she should open the door for you or not, opting to stay silent.
“Trin, come on, I know you’re there looking through the hole. Let me in, please.” You sounded so desperate for her to answer.
Giving in she opens the door, moving aside to let you in.
“What do you wanna talk about?” “Why are you ignoring me?” You both asked at the same time.
“You first.”
“Why are you ignoring me?”
“I wasn’t.”
“You practically ran away after practice. Couldn’t even catch up with you!”
“I-I didn’t know if I could still talk to you. You’ve been gone for years and it’s not the same anymore!”
“‘Cause you told me not to talk to you when I left. Said to focus on me when all I wanted was to tell you whenever some good, something great happened in my life, but you blocked me!”
“Because if I didn’t I would be calling you.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“You we’re with me. If I hear your voice and you’re not near me I’m gonna cry and I’ve cried for so long already.” Her voice breaks, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
You close the space between you and wrapped your arms around her. She tries punching and punching you away, but you hold on tighter, not wanting to let go.
“I’m not leaving you ever again, you hear me?” You voice muffled into her hair.
She finally wraps her arms around your waist, holding tight as if you’d disappear.
“Don’t leave me again.”
You gently grab her face with both of your hands, looking into her eyes. “I’m with you. I’m staying. Wherever you go, I go. You’re it for me.”
She leans her face up to yours and kisses you passionately, missing the feeling of your lips on hers.
She pulls away, mumbling into your lips, “You’re it for me too.”
Now is our time
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Grinch - Trinity Rodman x Reader
Summary: You wouldn't say you're the Grinch but your friends would. Luckily for your girlfriend, you'd do anything to see her smile, even if you complain a bit along the way.
A/N: Requested by a Anon. For the rest of month, holiday fics on Sundays and normal fics on Wednesdays or Thursdays.
Despite what science may say, you are a firm believer that all people are not meant for all weather.
Using yourself as an example, you know that being from Florida means that you are not built to survive in temperatures below 55 degrees Fahrenheit at the lowest.
You also firmly believe that there is nothing worth celebrating in December that can’t or shouldn’t be scheduled for a warmer month like June, Christmas included.
Obviously, this is not something that a lot of people agree with and every time you tell people that you hold this opinion, they call you the Grinch.
People also always ask what happened to you that made you hold these grinch-like beliefs and the answer is nothing, honestly.
Even when you were a child, the holiday never made sense to you and you couldn’t figure out why your classmates believed in a creepy old man who came down the chimney to deliver presents. Half of their houses didn’t even have chimneys.
And this year, with your parent’s going on an empty-nesters cruise and all of your brothers with their significant others, you were fully prepared to spend the holiday alone.
At least, that was your plan until your girlfriend told you that she wouldn’t let you wallow on your own this year.
This fully explains how you ended up walking around DC in the middle of the night checking out displays of Christmas lights.
“Trin, it’s too cold for this, babe,” you complain for what must be the hundredth time since you left your apartment to pick her up.
Trinity, with her seemingly endless patience, just looks at you before pulling your linked hands into the pocket of her coat and continuing to walk toward her destination.
You’re certain that you look like a complete idiot, being practically dragged around the tourist areas of DC in your thick coat and hat with a pout firmly situated on your face. But you also don’t care, it’s too cold.
Eventually, the two of you come to stop in front of the Capitol Hill Christmas tree.
“Are you going to keep pouting or are you going to smile so we can take these pictures,” she asks, turning to face you.
“What do I get if I smile for you?”
“I’ll buy you a fancy hot chocolate and the mix from the stand we passed on our walk here.”
“I also want a kiss,” you respond.
Trinity rolls her eyes at you but agrees to your additional term of the deal.
So the two of you stand there taking selfies in front of the tree until a stranger offers to take a couple for you.
Pictures successfully taken, the two of you head back home, armed with your hot chocolate of course.
During the ride back, you notice Trin fiddling with her phone but you aren’t worried about it, figuring that she’s texting Ashley and Andi about how she managed to get you to leave your apartment.
It isn’t until you open the door to your apartment that you realize that isn’t the case.
“Trinity, why does it look like a reindeer puked all over my apartment,” you ask, shutting the door behind you and observing the concerning amount of decorations that definitely weren’t there when you left.
To her credit, your girlfriend doesn’t look guilty in the slightest.
“I don’t know, baby. Does Sanchez still have your spare key?”
You glare at her a little before deciding to give up and going to put both of your coats in the closet.
Walking into your bedroom to change, you notice what has to be the ugliest onesie you’ve seen in your entire life.
“Trinity,” you call out, “What the actual fuck is this?”
“Just put it on,” she yells back from the hallway bathroom.
Frowning, you change into the offending garment and walk out to meet her in the living room, where you see that she has already cued up a Christmas movie on Netflix.
“You’re really lucky I like you, Rodman,” you say approaching her.
“Just like,” she asks, placing her hand on your chin and tilting your head up slightly.
“Ugh, fine, I love you.”
“I love you too,” she responds softly, kissing you lightly, “Now cuddle me while we watch this movie.”
“What movie is it,” you ask, stretching out on the couch before opening your arms for her.
Before she answers, Trinity climbs into your arms, back against your chest so you don’t see her face when she says, “How the Grinch Stole Christmas.”
“You’re not funny.”
“But I am,” she says, pressing play.
In what is probably one of the least surprising events of the night, you find yourself completely ignoring the movie in favor of focusing on the feeling of being able to hold Trinity.
It’s even less surprising that you find yourself falling asleep, not at all interested in watching Jim Carrey dressed as a weird green creature, and less interested still in watching Christine Baranski be in love with the creature.
Unfortunately, your impromptu nap means that you missed your phone going off with the notification that Trin tagging you in an Instagram post with the photos you took.
You didn’t see it when she woke you up and led you by the hand to bed.
Honestly, you don’t see it until lunch the next day when you get a call from Sanchez.
“Y/N/N did you like the surprise I left in your apartment,” she asks, not even bothering to say hello.
“No,” you say bluntly, putting her on speaker so you can keep cooking, “Your spare key privileges have been revoked.”
“What? Why?”
“Because you let yourself be suckered by Trinity into turning my apartment into fucking Whoville,” you say glancing at your girlfriend sitting on the counter near you, “Do you hate me that much?”
“Woah, don’t put this all on me, Andi helped,” Ashley cries indignantly. “Besides, Trinity is the one who posted that picture of you sleeping.”
Turning around slowly, you stare at your girlfriend who is trying to slowly back her way out of the kitchen.
“Ash, I’ll call you back,” you say hanging up without a reply, “Don’t move Trin.”
Taking a deep breath, you open Instagram and head to Trinity’s account, and there it is a post from last night.
Three photos.
A selfie of you both in front of the tree.
A photo taken by the stranger of you kissing in front of the tree.
And just as Ashley said, a photo of you asleep on the couch, the light from the TV (and the decorations) illuminating your face and showing the tight grip you had on your girlfriend.
Liking the post and closing the app, you walk to where Trinity is still standing in the doorway.
Leaning up slightly you place a kiss on her cheek before walking back to the stove to finish making lunch.
“You’re not mad,” she questions, still standing there shocked.
“We’re watching Die Hard tonight instead of whatever you had planned,” is your answer.
“Die Hard isn’t,” a quick glare over your shoulder has her backtracking, “Die Hard it is. Alan Rickman was great as the villain.”
“You’re lucky you’re cute, Rodman.”
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Pent Up Energy
Alex Morgan x fem!reader
a/n: 100% based off the game last night
SMUT 18+
Beads of sweat roll down the side of your head from the exhaustion. Colombia has decided not to play cleanly, instead wanting to be as physical as possible and you were bearing the brunt of it. Only 20 minutes into the game you have gotten tackled at least 3 times, each moment being more brutal than the last.
Luckily, there hasn’t been too much conflict between anybody, but that’s until your thoughts are interrupted by a bunch of shouting. Looking over to the left, you see your girlfriend stepping in the face of a Colombian player as the rest of the visiting team tries to meddle in. You quickly rush over to stop Alex, noticing she’s getting more heated every moment.
Slipping your way through the multiple bodies, you place your hand on the forward’s chest, gently pushing her back. You try your best to defuse the situation, but she just ignores you and continues to yell at the player, earning her a yellow card from the ref.
When she notices your hand on her chest, she wipes it off while scoffing before walking away. Trinity notices and quirks an eyebrow towards you, but in response, all you do is take a deep breath and shrug.
After the halftime whistle blew, Alex stayed clear of you. Usually, you both pep each other up for the next half but instead, she stayed quiet and to herself until everyone was sent back onto the pitch. Horan pats you on the back, giving you a sympathetic smile before running over to her position.
The game never dims down with players all showing their fiery side, specifically Alex and Trinity. That ends up playing a part when they both end up getting subbed out at the seventy-second minute.
“You played well.” You whisper, brushing your hand against Alex’s passing body. She spares you a quick look before walking off and onto the bench. Sighing, you lean down to fix your socks and peek your head over to your girlfriend only to see her staring into space with a stoic look.
The rest of the game is grueling but rewarding as you have beaten Colombia and are advancing to the semifinals. After an hour or so you’re boarding onto the bus, taking an open seat and hoping for your girlfriend to join you. Sadly, when she gets on, she doesn’t even glance toward you and decides to sit several seats behind you.
Slightly frustrated with the brunette, you huff and drop your head back against the cushion of the headrest before being interrupted by a giddy smile. You can’t help but smile back at the sweet girl.
“Hi, Naomi.”
“Hey, what are you doing once we get back to the hotel?” She asks while readjusting herself and setting her bag down by her feet.
“Well, I was planning to see if I could room with Alex, but it doesn’t seem like she wants anything to do with me at the moment.” You send Naomi a weak smile which she returns with a sympathetic one.
“Nonsense, we all know Alex gets moody at times but never directly at you. I’m assigned to be her roommate so why don’t we switch? I heard you got Soph anyway.” The defender digs in her bag, pulling out a keycard and holding it out to you.
You wearily accept the card with a small thank you and give her yours in exchange. For the remainder of the ride, Naomi helps you cheer up with a few stories and jokes about her little hangouts with some of the team.
“Time to cheer up the monster.” You groan in which Naomi just laughs and offers you a hand to stand up.
“I believe in you. Go save your knight in shining armor.”
“More like my beast.” You grumble, receiving chuckles from some of the girls who have overheard, none of them being Alex, thankfully, as she is still getting off the bus.
Walking into the hotel, you make your way to your room and are met with your girlfriend soon after. You shyly glance at her and see her confused gaze.
“I thought I was roomed with Girma?” Alex frowns while you give her a look of slight discomfort.
“Umm, Naomi wanted to trade so she could room with Soph and I thought rooming with you would be nice. I could go switch it back if you want.” You whisper, slightly scared she doesn’t want you near her and your voice might betray you.
“No, just stay with me.” The girl mumbles, opening the door with her key and rushing in with her baggage.
Your eyes follow her movements like a lost puppy while you stand by the door. Alex takes in the silence and looks up at you, stopping her scavenging in her back.
“What?” She asks, looking at you with an annoyed expression. You swallow back your nerves before making your way over to the bed and getting everything that you need out of your bag and ready for the night.
The thick silence lasts for around twenty minutes before you begin to feel irritated. Alex is in the little kitchen, leaning against the counter and looking at her phone.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” You finally ask gently, trying your best to keep your growing frustration with the striker at bay.
“Nothing.” Her tone remains empty, clearly not wanting to open up.
“It has to be something. You’ve been avoiding me all day, along with being quiet.” You explain, walking over to her but still keeping a little bit of space between the two of you.
“I told you, I’m fine.”
“Alex, you did amazing out there today, we won 3-0 and we’re advancing. If it’s about the card-“
“It’s not about the fucking card!” Alex finally snaps, dropping her phone on the counter and looking at you with a fiery gaze, but it doesn’t tear you down.
“Then tell me what it’s about, please. I can’t have you concealing all this anger. It’s not fair to you or me.” You try, voice becoming more and more desperate.
“Just shut up,” Alex warns, clenching her jaw as her hands tighten on the counter while shifting her eyes away from you.
“I’m just trying to help-”
Your sentence is cut off when your girlfriend storms over to you and she reaches out, gripping your jaw while pinning you against the wall. You look up at her with wide eyes, taking in her appearance. Wet hair, red cheeks, a zip-up training kit covering her body, and blown pupils.
“I said to shut up.” She grits, her hand never leaving your face. Her eyes look down at your lips for a split second and you luckily notice.
Without warning, she smashes her lips onto yours in a harsh kiss. Nothing about it is sweet or romantic. Both your tongues and teeth clash together like you’re trying to see who can last longer to this roughness. The hand on your jaw leaves and finds a new place around your neck, controlling every movement of your head.
“God you’re so hot. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to have you all to myself again.” The taller girl rasps against your lips before moving down to nip at your neck.
While she attacks your neck, you finally put two and two together. You realize Alex may have been aggravated by this game but all of her pent-up anger mainly resulted from a little sexual frustration. With the NWSL preseason starting and the Gold Cup, you both have been busy at training camp and too exhausted to even think about starting anything.
But with Alex, she needs an outlet after she’s played, which is mainly sex. She can finally have total control of something and that something being you. You’re at her total submission, allowing her to do whatever she wants to you and making you do whatever she wants to her.
Her lips disconnecting from your neck pulls you out of your thoughts. You look up at her with your doe eyes and watch as her tongue licks her lips while she eyes you up and down.
Soon her hands grip your waist and tug you over to the bed. She sits at the end of the mattress and leans back with her hands holding her up while you remain standing in front of her.
“Strip,” Alex demands, watching as you slowly grip the bottom of your shirt and cautiously pull it over your head. When she takes sight of what seems to be a new bra, she sits back up and grips your naked hips.
“If you need to use me, use me, Alex.” You say boldly, returning her lustful gaze. Her jaw almost drops before she quickly starts unbuttoning your jeans and yanking them down so you’re only in your bra and panties.
“Get on the bed.” When you don’t immediately do as she says, she pulls you down herself making you squeal in the process. “When I say to do something, you listen, got it?” You nod your head, earning you a satisfied grin.
Alex’s body hovers over you with her wet hair curtaining any view other than her face. You blindly reach down and tug on the zipper of her hoodie, asking if you can take it off. She swiftly sits up and removes all of her clothes, leaving her bare.
“I guess I should take these off you now, shouldn’t I?” She taunts, hooking her finger on the waistband of your panties and letting go of them with a sharp snap against your skin.
“Please, Alex. I need you.” You whine, bucking your hips closer to her hand. She chuckles before leaning down and kissing on your chest. Her hand reaches around your back and unclips your bra, letting it slide down a little before taking it off altogether.
Instead of moving down, her lips move up your neck and to your ear. “So beautiful, I can’t wait to have you trembling underneath my touch and screaming for me to let you cum.” Her breath fans against your ear while her breasts are smushed against yours. She tugs on your earlobe with her teeth before sitting back up, admiring your body.
“I bet you’re already wet for me even though I have barely touched you. You probably like me roughhousing you around to my pleasure. So obedient for me.” You moan as she carelessly speaks of you while trailing her finger down the center of your stomach.
“Alex, baby, I need you. I need you to touch me, please.” Your body squirms while she continues to trace her finger down to your core.
She finally dips her hand in and spreads your arousal around, completely lost in her head on how wet you are. Her finger teasingly dips into you but only for a split second, causing you to whine out.
“God, I’ve missed this pretty pussy so much.” Your girlfriend groans before angling her arm in an awkward manner and plunging two fingers into you.
Her body leans down so her lips can latch onto your breasts, leaving hickeys anywhere she pleases. Moans spew their way out of your mouth at the long-needed pleasure, but her thrusts are nowhere near fast enough to get you off, mainly because of the way her arm is angled, so you reach down with a huff and kick off your panties, leaving no restraint for Alex.
“Faster.” You pant, rolling your hips with each thrust of the forward’s hand. She chuckles and moves her arm lower so she can pump in and out of you at an ungodly pace.
“Is this what you want? Want to get fucked so hard you won’t be able to think properly, huh?” She questions without her fingers even stuttering. The loud wet noises of her thrusts echo throughout the hotel room along with your whimpers and moans.
Her finger reaches a point inside of you that has your head spinning. The build-up in your lower stomach becomes more apparent as your core tightens around your girlfriend’s digits.
“I’m gonna cum, baby.” You moan, digging your nails into her bicep, leaving dark crescent indents in her skin which she loves.
Suddenly, the pressure in your stomach subsides due to Alex pulling her fingers out, making you whine at the sudden emptiness.
“You’re not gonna cum that easily, sweets. I still have so much I want to do to you.” She says in an uncharacteristically sweet tone while placing a kiss on your cheek.
Both of her hands rub up and down your sides as she kisses from your sternum down to your thigh. She bites at the inside of your skin before soothing the sting with her tongue. Alex looks over and sees your hands clenching and unclenching the sheets below you while your breathing picks up in impatience.
“So beautiful.” She whispers against your thigh before pushing it open with her large hand and latching her mouth onto your core. She lets out a low groan at the taste of you while dipping her tongue into you.
Your hips twitch into her as her tongue laps around your clit, sucking and licking the swollen surface. Your girlfriend’s hands lay flat on your stomach as she pushes her head further into your wet heat. Subconsciously, your legs begin to close in on Alex’s head as the familiar knot in your stomach returns.
Just as your hips begin to rise to your release, the brunette once again detaches herself from you, making your orgasm fade away. Tears start to build up in your eyes in frustration from the denial, but Alex wipes them away with her thumb.
“It’s okay, baby. You’re doing so good for me.” She coos, placing a few pecks on your lips in reassurance. “Do you think you’ve been a good girl?” She asks, pulling you to sit up so you’re both facing each other.
“Yes, yes, I’ve been a good girl.” You nod, nuzzling your face into her neck for some sort of comfort.
“I think so too.” Alex brushes your hair behind your ear once you pull back to look at her. She grabs the back of your neck and brings you into an intoxicating kiss, roaming her tongue inside the roof of your mouth
Alex pulls you onto her lap without breaking the kiss, placing you onto her slanted thighs due to her sitting on her legs. You grind slowly against her, attempting to get some kind of friction as your chest presses up against hers. Your girlfriend smirks into the kiss, feeling your arousal smear across her skin.
She slips two digits back inside of you, curling them into your g-spot. A loud moan escapes your lips as your legs tighten around her waist, causing the heels of your feet to push into her back. Your hands also find their way to her shoulder blades, leaving dark red scratches as she pumps her fingers into you.
“Right there.” You gasp as Alex thrusts her fingers into the perfect spot. The bed frame pounds against the wall from your girlfriend’s digits bouncing in and out of you.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” She whispers into your ear, pressing a sweet kiss under it to your jaw. You quickly nod your head as your eyes squeeze shut with a loud moan, enticing the girl below you to thrust faster.
“I’m gonna, oh god, ‘m gonna cum, baby.”
“Cum for me.”
Your walls clamp around Alex’s fingers as a flow of juices runs down her hand while you moan in ecstasy, grinding down to push you through your orgasm.
Once your hips stop, she pulls her fingers out of you and places them in front of your mouth. You obediently open and suck, licking off all your arousal while swirling your tongue around them. She watches you with blown-out pupils and a slacked jaw.
“If you think we’re done after you just did that, you’re sorely mistaken.” Her arms wrap around her waist and slam you back onto the bed, making you giggle at her riled-up nature.
The next morning you make your way into the breakfast lobby with Alex’s arm around your waist. Right as everyone catches eye on the both of you, a bunch of whistling and whooping sounds through the room.
“Get it, Morgan. Didn’t know you could do all that.” Trinity cheers while smacking on her gum with a smirk.
Everyone gets their little comments in while your girlfriend just smiles smugly and continues to kiss your temple with her arm remaining on your shoulders. In your flustered state, all you do is hide your face into her neck and try to avoid all of the attention.
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Teammates, or lovers?
emily fox x uswntplayer!R
warnings: none
Emily Fox and Y/n L/n are in a year long relationship together. The 25 and 23 year old first met when they both played for North Carolina Courage in 2023. Since then, Emily moved to London and Y/n L/n moved to Lyon to continue their football careers. So, their relationship turned into a long distance relationship.
The two lovers were sad about it, and the first two months were pretty hard to adjust to. However, they both moved to the same continent so it was easier to see each other during small breaks in their careers. Y/n made the effort to visit London to see Emily, even if it's only a day trip. Emily made the same efforts as well, coming to Lyon to watch Y/n play with their USWNT teammate Lindsey Horan whenever it's possible.
You remembered the night in North Carolina when you cried to Emily about your career. For a while, you lost your passion and struggled to find a challenge in the sport. Everyone involved in the NWSL knew that you were one of the best left wingers out there. You moved to North Carolina from the Chicago Red Stars to see if the team was the problem, it wasn’t.
Emily understands your feelings completely. She cried with you as well since your feelings with the sport related with hers.
The next day, Y/n’s agent told her that Olympique Lyon wanted to offer her a contract. The girl’s jaw dropped at the news. Lyon is one of the most developed clubs in the world, in terms of women’s soccer. She knew Lindsey Horan, her friend and USWNT teammate, transferred there after a year long loan deal. Y/n accepted the offer, hoping that Lyon would give her the passion she wanted back.
“Emily, I have to tell you something.” Y/n sat down beside Emily as she held her hands. The brunette swallowed in nervousness, wondering if her girlfriend saw the rumors about her on instagram.
“I am transferring clubs–” Y/n confessed, before Emily had the chance to talk, the left winger cut her off.
“Not a NWSL club.. Um.. I signed a contract and I’m moving to Europe—-France specifically.” Y/n frowned. She looked at Emily and saw a look… of relief??
“Em what's the matter?” Y/n questioned Emily’s expression.
“Nothing n/n. I was going to tell you this soon but maybe I'll tell you now too– but I am moving to Europe as well. A club offered me a contract and I signed a few days ago.” Emily confessed.
Y/n raised her eyebrows, she knew Emily wanted to transfer clubs, but wondered which lucky club signed Emily.
“Where?” Y/n asked.
“England...well London to be exact.” Emily answered. Y/n smiled and the two girls embraced each other in a hug.
When Emily and Y/n played at Courage, many fans started to suspect that they’re a couple. Many WOSO fanpages shipped the duo due to their close proximity at events. The girls decided that they didn’t want to go public with their relationship until a few years in, since they’d be established enough to not let external factors affect them.
As the two girls moved to Europe, they found their love for the sport back. Y/n fits into Lyon perfectly, being the highest goalscorer in France and in the Women’s Champions League. Emily is considered to be one of the best defenders in England since her transfer. The “rumors” about their relationship died down completely, but some fans do miss the duo at Courage.
Now it's March 2024, the USWNT faces off Brazil in the 2024 CONCACAF Gold Cup final. Y/n L/n and Emily Fox were both on the roster for the tournament which excited the couple. The couple excited the fans too, as Emily and Y/n’s pictures together during training practices excited the fanbase.
At halftime, the score is up 1-0. Y/n’s Lyon teammate Lindsey Horan scores a header that gives the United States the lead. Emily started the match but Y/n didn’t, but the forward subbed on and replaced Trinity Rodman in the 61st minute.
In the 79th minute, Emily fox gained possession of the ball after an error caused by a Brazilian midfielder. She passes the ball to Sophia Smith, seeing the striker in a nice path free from the opposition.
Sophia Smith struggles with keeping control of the ball when she found contact with a Brazilian defender, so she looks forward seeing Y/n L/n onside and free to receive a pass.
Y/n L/n is known for her dribbling and perfect finishes when she shoots from outside the box. The crowd knew this, so the screams got louder as y/n moved the ball to her left. She looks up to see that the Brazilian defender in front of her didn’t move quick enough at her move, so she goes to take a shot.
The soccer ball goes up high in the air and curves, the Brazilian goalkeeper jumps up and the ball barely grazes her fingers before it lands in the net. Goal!
Y/n jumps in excitement before she runs to the corner of the pitch, the crowd erupts and y/n has her arms spread out in celebration.
USWNT 2-0.
The forward turned around and saw Lindsey Horan running to her, y/n jumped up on the blonde girl in excitement. The rest of the team on the pitch gathered around the girls as they’re guaranteed to win, unless Brazil had a miracle.
As the group disbanded from the celebration, y/n saw her girlfriend who smiled brightly. Not caring about the amount of photographers that could capture the moment and the crowd as witnesses, the forward hugs the defender in a tight embrace. Emily accepted it, naturally putting her head on y/n’s shoulder for a few seconds before letting go and tapping her on the lower back in praise.
Twenty minutes later, the game ended 2-0. The USWNT wins the first women’s CONCACAF Gold Cup. Y/n and Emily run and give each other a hug. Well, y/n jumped on Emily who held her as the two celebrated their win. This didn’t go unnoticed by fans and shippers.
The team knew about their relationship, so they gave the girl’s their own moment before the whole team celebrated. This is before going up to receive the trophy and gold medals.
Emily and Y/n stayed side by side the entire night. The idea of hiding their relationship wasn’t ideal to them anymore, now they wanted the world to know about their love.
(pretend this is you in all the pictures below)
y/n.l/n
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a month of hard work ended in victory 💙 forever proud snd grateful for being with this team.
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Draft (Ashley Sanchez)
Olivia is dating fellow Spirit and USWNT player, Ashley Sanchez. The yearly NWSL draft breaks more hearts than anyone imagined.
Im currently in Portland with Sophia. I play for the Spirit but it’s currently off season so i am spending some time with Soph, one of my best friends.
“You excited?” Asked Soph as she sat beside me on the couch.
“For sure. We’ve got three first round picks.” I said.
“Trading Sam Stabb though?” Sophia asked me, looking at me as i sighed.
“Yeah, look, the whole system is messed up. I hate the whole trading thing. I don’t understand why we can’t just adopt a normal transfer policy like everyone else. I mean, you don’t even need to agree to the move here, if the club wants to trade you then they will no matter if you agree or not and it’s not fair.” I shrugged back. I’ve always had an open opinion on the way things are done in this league.
“I agree. Oh, look, it’s starting.” Soph said as the draft began.
I watched the first three before i rushed off to the bathroom. When i came back i stopped in my tracks as i saw Soph, sitting staring at me. The look in her eyes told me everything. Something had happened. Something bad had happened. I slowly walked over and she stood up, giving me a tight hug before we both sat down. She sighed, looking at me softly.
“What happened, Soph? Have you been traded?” I asked, chuckling at how stupid that sounded. Of course Soph hadn’t been traded.
“No. It’s Ash.” Soph said and my eyes widened as my jaw dropped.
“Shut up. Stop playing. You’re lying. She signed a new deal. There’s no way.” I stuttered out, grabbing my phone.
“She was traded to North Carolina for the 5th draft pick.” Soph stated and i immediately grabbed my phone.
“Who even decided that would be a good move? Ashy under Jona was going to be insane. She loves DC, she loves the club. We let her go in order to sign an extra rookie? Nothing against them, i’m sure they’re great. We already had multiple first round picks. I don’t even understand.” I sighed and Soph immediately put her arm around me.
I opened my phone and saw the official confirmation on Spirits instagram, i scoffed as i read the short goodbye. As i opened the comments they were full of Spirit fans bashing the club for this decision as well as people worrying about not only Ash but me and Trin as well. I decided to comment.
“You deserved better, Ashy.”
She does. She deserves so much better. She didn’t agree to this. I know she didn’t. It’s not fair. Will i get in trouble for my comment? Yeah, probably. Do i care? No. They broke her. They broke a lot of people. It’s stupid.
My thoughts were so loud, so loud that Soph tightened her grip around me. I was pulled out of my thoughts when my phone began to ring. I rolled my eyes as i neared it but when i lifted it up to read the screen and saw my girlfriend was face timing me, i immediately answered.
Ashy❤️
She was crying which made me tear up. This is so unfair.
“Ashy..” I whispered so softly as my voice broke at the sight.
“It’s okay, love. It’s all going to be okay.” She whispered, trying to not only convince me but also convince herself.
“Did you know? Did they tell you?” I asked and my girlfriend gave me a look as if to say it dosent matter.
“Ashy, did they fucking tell you?” I asked again.
“No. I didn’t know. I found out on Instagram. No one told me. I didn’t want to leave. I signed a new deal. This is my home, i wanted to stay.” She said, a couple of tears falling down her face.
“Unbelievable,”I scoffed,”I’m coming with you.” I blurted out. Sophia looked at me softly, she understood my heart break. Ashley looked at me like she always does, her eyes were full of love and i couldn’t help but smile softly at her.
“No. Liv, you’re not going anywhere. You have a contract until 2026, just like Trin. In two years you can leave.” She told me and i sighed.
“Yeah, a contract? You had one of those too. They don’t mean shit over here. NCC wanted me last season, i said no. I know they still want me. If i just tell my agent i want to go, i can force Spirit to trade me.” I stated, confident.
“No, Liv. You have a story to write here in DC. You and Trinity have not finished that story yet. You still have so much more to accomplish here.” Ashley said, softly as usual but i wasn’t convinced.
“None of that seems as important as it did when you were apart of it. Mine and Trin’s stories will never be complete, not without you in them. They played you, and i’m so mad at them. Me and Trin could easily come with you. I don’t want to be without you, either does she.” I sighed, tears finally spilling from my eyes.
“Soph…Help me out here.” Ashley pleaded with the Thorns forward who gave me a soft smile.
“She’s right. You love DC and you love the club. You don’t want to leave, kid. I know you don’t, and you know it too.” Sophia said, but she was wrong.
“You’re wrong! Both of you! I do love it here, it’s my home away from home and being here has given me the best years of my life. I’ve met so many amazing people here, who will remain in my life forever. But not wanting to leave? I have no desire to stay anymore. The organisation is messed up. They don’t care about us players, if they did none of this would have happened. Both you and Sam were traded without any warning. I don’t want to be apart of that.” I was clear in what i was saying.
“Jona is coming soon. You were so excited to play under him.” Sophia said to me and Ashley hummed in agreement.
“You were jumping around like crazy when he was announced.” Ashley added.
“I was excited, you’re right, but so were you. I would love to play under Jonatan. Look, i love DC so much. I love the fans and my Spirit teammates. Yesterday, i had no desire to leave. It wasn’t something that was fully off the cards, but it wasn’t something i was desperate for or looking for. Now, i have no desire to stay. I feel betrayed for you.” I told Ashley.
“Wait, Trin is calling.” Ashley told me.
“Add her.” I said and so she did. Trinity joined the face time, quite clearly crying.
“I’m coming with you.” Trinity said softly.
“I just had this conversation with Liv. No one is going anywhere.” Ashley said but Trinity had a look in her eye, one that told me she was being serious.
“No, Ash. I’m being serious. I forced a trade. I’m being traded to NCC, too.” Trinity said and Ashley’s jaw dropped but soon a smile formed on her face.
“Liv…” Ashley began but my mind was made up.
“No. I’m leaving.” I simply stated before leaving the group face time.
“This is it then?” Sophia asked and i nodded before hugging her.
“I love her. She’s my world, Soph. I need to be with her. She means more to me than anything in this world. This club betrayed her and i cannot be apart of something that does not respect the players. It’s crazy.” I said into her shoulder and she nodded, holding me close for a few minutes.
***
After a couple of hours, i was also traded to NCC. It wasn’t difficult really. I was pretty clear with Spirit and they basically had no choice.
After it was done, i joined the group face time again. This time with a smile on my face. Ashley knew as soon as i joined due to the smile on my face. As soon as she saw me she grinned.
“Any room for a third?” I asked as i joined while they were talking about apartments and both girls smiled happily.
“Great. Just when i thought i wouldn’t need to third wheel anymore.” Trinity teased.
“You’ll still get your own room, be grateful.” I joked back and she laughed.
“Olivia, i love you wholeheartedly.” Ashley said to me and i blushed slightly.
“Forever, Ashy. I love you, forever.” I said back and she gave me a soft smile.
***
Both mine and Trin’s trades were announced to the world that evening. It didn’t really come as a shock to anyone. I felt the need to put out a statement, alongside my goodbye. I felt the fans deserved an explanation because they don’t deserve any of this.
Spirit family…Wow. I have no words. Being here, in DC, has been extraordinary in so many different ways. These past few years have been the best of my life and i never expected it to end so soon. I would like to express my gratitude to the fans and my teammates for everything. This has nothing to do with you! Thank you, i’ll miss you all!!
Leaving DC was never something i desired. I signed a new deal because i was happy and confident in this teams ability, the later never changing. However, earlier today everything changed. I felt betrayed by the actions of the people higher up and my heart was broken. Some things are a lot more important to me than this game, so yes, moving to follow my partner was an easy decision especially after the absurd treatment she received from the club.
The ruled need to change for the players sakes. Our future is never guaranteed. Contracts mean nothing and this NEEDS to change.
“I don’t regret anything.” I sighed happily as i lay my head on Soph’s shoulder, content with my decision.
“I knew you would go with her.” She simply said.
“You did? How?” I asked my best friend who smiled.
“Livy, you are so lovestruck it’s incredible. You would do anything for her, and she would do the same for you. If the roles were reversed she would leave with you, that’s for sure. Shes your soulmate, the love of your life. She is the person you want to spent the rest of your life with, you want to be with her every single minute. The way everything happened opened your eyes. You need to protect her, you feel. I think you’ve made a good decision. Maybe this will hurry you up in putting a ring on her finger.” Sophia said, chuckling at the end.
“We have only been dating for 4 years.” I said, laughing.
“That’s a very long time. Shes turning twenty five this year, so she was twenty one when you started dating and, wow, you were eighteen. That’s a long time ago, lil sis.” She shrugged and i blushed. I then got up and walked away, going into my suitcase and pulling out a box. I walked back into the room and Sophia practically jumped up from her seat.
“Shut up!!” She screamed and i laughed.
“You’re doing it? When? Where? How? What? Since when?” The questions were flying as excitement overcame her.
“Since the world cup. We were talking about it, she said she wants to marry me sooner rather than later. I asked her what age and she said between 24 and 25, before walking away. She basically hinted at it and then i went and bought a ring. I don’t know what i’m going to do. Get her to come to Portland, make up a reason. We’ll go somewhere and i’ll ask her.” I said and Sophia jumped into my arms.
“Oh my god!! I’m so excited!! Shouldn’t you ask her to come, though?” She asked me.
“I’m not sure, Smith, guess you’ll need to figure out how to get her here.” I shrugged as i slipped the ring back into my pocket.
“You’re a real pain you know.” She said and i just smiled.
#woso x reader#woso soccer#uswnt#uswnt x reader#uswnt imagine#sophia smith#trinity rodman#ashley sanchez#uswnt players#woso#woso imagine#woso fanfics#woso one shot
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From The Sideline (Straight To My Heart) (Emily Sonnett x Reader)
If there was one thing you didn’t expect when you became a sideline analyst, it was for Emily Sonnett to playfully flirt and tease you every chance she got, what you also didn't expect was to fall head over heels for the defender, and what you didn't know was that she had fallen head over heels for you as well.
The smile that stretches across your face as Emily Sonnett makes her way towards you is bright, it was always bright when it was directed at Emily.
In all honesty, you were absolutely smitten with the woman, but you weren’t about to let her know how your playful flirting made your heart race, how her touches made your breath hitch.
“There’s my favorite analyst.” Emily says, nudging you with her hip and you giggle, missing the flush on her cheeks.
“There's my favorite player.” You say as she slings an arm around your shoulders, your cheeks darkening.
“I better be your favorite.”
You hum.
“Hmmm, maybe I’ll have to find a new favorite...” You say, stroking your chin, the blonde pouting.
“You wouldn’t break my heart, would you?” She asks, sticking her bottom lip out as far as it can go.
You roll your eyes playfully, your gaze softening as your Y/E/C orbs meet Emily’s hazels.
“Never.” You whisper, Emily visibly swallowing as her eyes flick from your Y/E/C’s to your lips and back.
You clear your throat.
“I really enjoyed watching you break the ankles of every Colombian player out there.” You smile and Emily snorts.
“Were you impressed?” She says with a cocky grin, and you shake your head.
“You always impress me, Emily Sonnett.” You smile and Emily’s eyes widen, the tips of her ears burning.
You begin to giggle, Emily’s brows knitting in confusion.
“What?” She asks, her head cocked to the side, reminding you of a puppy.
“You know impressed me the most?” You ask and Emily’s head tilts even further to the side, the blonde studying your face.
“What?” She asks again and you snort.
“When you tripped over literally nothing.” You say, your tongue trapped between your teeth as Emily pouts.
“Seriously, I have NO idea how you did it, I’m sure it took a LOT of skill.” You giggle, earning a playful shove from the blonde, her cheeks and the tips of her ears even redder than before.
“Shut up.” She mumbles, your giggles tapering off as you stare at the pouting blonde.
Boldly, you take a step closer to her, her eyes widening, her brows arching.
“I do know one thing...” You whisper, Emily’s tongue swiping at her lips before her hazel orbs glance between your eyes and lips before again meeting your Y/E/C’s.
“And what’s that?” She asks, her voice much softer than she intended, her playful lilt vanishing.
“It was cute.” You smile, your fingertips brushing the hem of her jersey, the woman’s breath catching in her throat.
“Hey!”
The two of you jump at the sound of Trinity Rodman’s voice, she and Ashley Sanchez sprinting towards the two of you.
“Stop flirting and get over here.” Trinity says, smirking when not only your cheeks, but Emily’s flush bright red.
Emily shakes her head, mumbling as she’s dragged back onto the field.
“I wasn’t flirting.”
She wrenches her arm free, turning back towards you, her charming smile on display as she gives you an enthusiastic wave.
“Don’t miss me too much.” She sends you a wink and you snort, shaking your head.
“I won’t.”
Emily scoffs.
“Bullsh--
“Stop flirting.” Ashley says giggling as she drags the woman towards her teammates.
You turn away, just barely hearing Emily’s murmur.
“I'm not flirting.”
************************************************************************“Did you miss me...?”
You chuckle, turning on your heels to face nonother than Emily Sonnett, the blonde cheekily grinning.
“Always.” You wink, the blonde snickering as she chomps on her gum.
She slips an arm around your middle, the two of you turning towards the game, watching as Lindsey attempts to head the ball into goal, missing it by inches.
“Damn it.” She mumbles, subconsciously squeezing your side, making you squeak.
Her eyes widen as she turns towards you, a smirk stretching across her face as your eyes widen.
“Don’t.” You growl as the woman squeezes your side again, watching as you again jump, unable to bite back a giggle.
The whistle signaling the half is over sounds, but you don’t realize, your entire attention on Emily Sonnett who digs her fingers into your sides, tickling you in front of thousands of fans.
The two of you stiffen when someone clears their throat, both of you turning towards the field where Lindsey Horan is standing, her hands on her hips, a smirk stretched across her face.
“Did you hear the whistle?” She asks, her green orbs darting between the two of you.
“Ummm, yes?” Emily grins bashfully, the USWNT captain snorting.
“Sureeeeeeeeeee you did.” She teases, shooting you a wink.
“Come on, Twilia’s waiting.” She says, grabbing Emily’s arm, the blonde pouting as she’s again dragged away from you.
“I’ll get you back for that!” You yell, the blonde snickering, her tongue stuck out childishly as she backs towards the locker room.
“I’ll be waiting.”
*********************************************************************** Emily didn’t have to wait long, the blonde yelping loudly when you sneak up behind her, your own fingers digging into her sides.
“Hey! Not fair!” She yells between giggles, her teammates watching the two of you, unable to bite back their smiles.
It was obvious to literally anyone with eyes that the two of you had feelings for one another, well, except for the two most important people, you and Emily.
They watch as Emily attempts to bat your hands away, your eyes widening when you realize you’re basically hugging her from behind, your cheeks dusted pink.
Emily turns in your hold, her eyes widening when she realizes just how close the two of you are.
She springs backwards, her cheeks an even darker shade of red as she scratches the back of her neck.
“S-S-Sorry.” She stammers, gauging your reaction, but before you can even speak she’s sprinting away, bypassing her teammates and heading right to the locker room despite the fans calling out for her.
Lindsey slaps her palm against her forehead.
“Real smooth Sonny, REAL smooth.”
************************************************************************Needless to say, the fans started to take notice of the relationship between you and Emily Sonnett, a number of fan videos being made of the two of you, something you hadn’t expected.
Something you also didn’t expect was what was about to happen in the final of the CONCACAF W Gold Cup, the USWNT going head-to-head with Brazil.
It happened in the 75th minute, a corner being earned by Emily Fox.
You watch intently, scowling when the Brazilian’s, yet again, get handsy, the ref remaining stoic, turning away from the blatant fouls being committed by Brazil.
Rose Lavelle holds her hand up before firing the cross, and number of USWNT getting bumped to the ground, but there’s one foul you’re focused on.
Just as Emily Sonnett is about to jump and catch the header, a Brazilian player pulls her arm back, and accidently catches the blonde in the face, her nose almost immediately beginning to bleed.
Your eyes widen as you move towards the sideline, and you screech to a reluctant halt, quickly realizing you couldn’t rush onto the field.
Your heart races as you watch the medical team assess the damage, the blonde hunched over, the white towel quickly soaking with blood.
You shuffle from foot to foot, your hands wringing together nervously as you do everything you can to hold yourself back, stopping yourself from sprinting onto the field and checking on the defender.
Eventually, the medical team gets her to her feet, the blood-soaked towel still pressed against her nose.
You watch with a frown as Emily is guided to the back, her hazel orbs visibly watering as she moves down the tunnel and out of view.
You knew you should stay on the sideline; you knew that was your job, but Emily was more important, and with that you sprinted towards the tunnel, following behind her and the trainers.
*********************************************************************** You pace outside of the trainer’s room, waiting for the medical personnel to finish their jobs before you went in to see the blonde.
Your head snaps upwards when the door creaks open, the medical personnel turning towards you.
“We got the bleeding to stop, but it’s broken, she’s asking for you.”
You nod, slipping past the pair, frowning when you see Emily resting on the bed, her nose clearly broken, the flesh beneath her eyes already shifting to purple.
“Hey.” You whisper, Emily’s eyes flutter open, the woman turning towards you with a small smile, her nose packed with gauze.
“Am I still good looking?” She asks and you chuckle, making your way to her bedside, taking a seat on its edge.
“Of course.” You smile, your hand resting on her forearm.
“Good, how else would I get all the ladies?” She smiles and you roll your eyes.
“You’re the only person I know who would break their nose and still act like a goof.” You giggle and she chuckles, wincing softly.
Emily’s breath catches in her throat when you gently cup her cheeks, her hazel orbs wise as you caress her bruising skin, inspecting her injured face closely.
“Does it hurt?” You ask, snorting.
“Of course it hurts.” You mumble, subconsciously caressing her cheek, unaware that Emily was slowly sitting up.
Her hands settle on your shoulders, her thumb running along your collarbone as she leans in, your heart stalling in your chest.
You meet in the middle, your lips gently pressing against hers, your hands leaving her cheeks and sliding to the back of her neck as your lips move.
Your noses bump against hers and she whimpers, your eyes widening as you abruptly pull back.
“Are you okay?” You ask, worriedly scanning her face, the woman nodding.
"I'm okay, just fragile.” She says as she slowly starts to lean in.
“Not fragile enough to stop kissing you though.” She whispers, her lips again meeting your own, the defender smiling against your lips as you kiss her gently.
Your lips move in tandem, your thumbs tracing her jawline as you reluctantly part, her forehead resting against yours.
“If all I had to do was break my nose to get you to kiss me, I would’ve done it sooner.” She chuckles and you giggle, leaning back in, your lips meeting hers.
The two of you spring apart when the door swings open, your eyes widening when you see Lindsey Horan standing in the doorway, her hands on her hips.
Trinity and Ashley peek over her shoulders, the two grinning.
“She looks alright to me.” Trinity shrugs, shooting her a wink before she makes her way back towards the locker room, Ashley beaming.
“A little bruised, but alright.” She comments before following after Trinity.
Lindsey shakes her head, unable to bite back a grin.
“Looks like you’re in good hands.” She winks as she makes her way out of the room, the door shutting behind her.
You turn back to the blonde, her tongue running along her lips.
“Now that, that’s over, where were we?” She asks and you smile, leaning in, your lips mere inches from hers.
“Right about here.”
Much to your delight, you’d share many more kisses with Emily Sonnett, every kiss you shared with Emily felt like the first you shared in the trainer’s room, all thanks to a Brazilian's elbow, and a broken nose.
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RULES / INFO:
-> no male players/readers, readers will be written either with they/them or with she/her
-> 18+ only for suggestive/smut fics
-> only writing for player x reader, however I will also write player x reader x player
-> no child!reader or teen!reader
-> I know pregnancy fics are sort of common, I however am not the biggest fan of them so they may take longer to write !!
open to writing: angst, fluff, suggestive/smut, hurt/comfort, and sick fics but open to requests and if it isn't something I feel comfortable writing, i'll respond saying so :)
-> also doing camera rolls, instagram stories, instagram posts !! these can have multiple parts !!
• regarding smut;
-> I will write either TOP!reader or BOTTOM!reader, just let me know in the request if you have a preference, if not i'll just write whichever fits best!
-> will NOT write anything non/dub con! for certain kinks, it depends so just send a message before requesting & I can let you know! also no to any sort of offensive "fetishes"
⚡️ WHO I WRITE FOR
-> for players NOT listed here I will still do camera rolls/IG posts/stories and NSFW alphabet
England
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Australia
Hayley Raso | Steph Catley | Caitlin Foord | Sam Kerr | Kyra Cooney-Cross | Mary Fowler | Alanna Kennedy | Ellie Carpenter | Charli Grant
USA
Alex Morgan | Christen Press | Emily Fox | Naomi Girma | Trinity Rodman | Ashley Sanchez | Sophia Smith
Spain
Alexia Putellas | Aitana Bonmatí | Ona Batlle | Patri Guijarro | Jenni Hermoso
Sweden
Stina Blackstenius | Fridolina Rolfö | Amanda Ilestedt
Others
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-> players listed above can be requested for any length of fics, camera rolls, IG posts or stories, NSFW alphabets, etc.!
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the kitty surprise [t.rodman x reader]
prompt: trinity sneaks you two's cat to practice without you knowing.
author notes: this is probably trash 💔💔 not too much on me, writing is hurting my brain these days. enjoy it!
"why can't i?" trinity whines as she leans against the counter. the little white furry body of you two's cat, coco, in her hands. the woman was really trying to convince you to let her bring coco to practice today which was out of the question.
"where would she even be while we practice? what if she runs out onto the field and gets hurt? what if she scratches someone?"
"okay, okay. i get it, god," trinity says. stopping you from listing off more reasons on to why coco can't come along. "but you know she gets lonely, babe," your girlfriend pouts at you. moving closer to you as she holds up coco, "just look at this cute face."
the sight of coco and trinity's faces next to each other is an adorable sight, but not adorable enough for you to say yes. you giggle before placing a kiss on trinity's forehead than the cat beside her.
"she will be fine. now put her down and go get your bag so we can go," you move away from them. going off somewhere in the house to find your missing cleats. meanwhile trinity was hatching up a plan that she knew you would hate, but coco would love (she hopes).
the american player grabs some of the white cat's snacks before going over to where her bag was on the couch. "you just have to stay in here for like 20 minutes tops, okay, baby?" trinity baby talks to the cat. putting the bag of cat snacks open in her bag with coco following after. she worries all of the soccer items in the bag might make it uncomfortable for her furry baby, so quickly she grabs one of you two's small blankets that could hardly fit you both and stuff it inside. coco seemed to be just alright with this arrangement. snuggling up to the blanket before dozing off.
just as you come back into the living room, cleats in hand, trinity zips up her bag enough that you wouldn't be able to tell a cat was in there on the first glance.
"alright, let's go, babe," you say. moving towards the front door with trinity right behind you until you stop with your hand on the door knob. "forgot to say bye to coco," you try to move to go over to her cat tree in the dining room, but trinity stops you.
she speaks loudly (so that you can't hear how coco meows at the sound of her name being called) as she says, "uh.. actually she's.. shitting! yeah she's shitting and you know how long she takes." you look at her in confusion but just shrug it off since y'all don't have enough time to worry about that right now.
"whatever. let's go," and off you two went to practice.
now getting coco to practice wasn't that hard. the cat slept the time away in the backseat of the car while trinity and you sang along to your playlist. soon enough y'all came to the training facilities for the washington spirit. "you two are late!" andi shouts, leaving from her own car.
"hypocrite!" you shout back. giggling once andi puts up the middle finger at you. meanwhile trinity was trying to cover up the fact she was having a crisis; how was she supposed to sneak coco in? and where would she go? those two questions bounce around the american player's head as she takes your and hers bag out of the car. sticking her tongue out at you when you try to grab yours. "nope. princesses don't carry their own bags," trinity says.
you roll your eyes, hiding the bashful smile on your lips. you check the time on your phone before shaking your head, "whatever. we are already ten minutes late." trinity happily follows along after you. just grateful that you haven't noticed the little white furball that's trying to stick her head out of trinity's bag.
the moment you two get into the locker room you separate. you go off to change while trinity acts like she's trying to change. instead she was looking in her bag, making sure coco was okay. with you two being late the rest of the team was out of the locker room so trinity didn't have to do any explaining just yet.
"i'm going to let you out, okay? just stay right here and nobody's going to know," the american player whispers to coco. the cat just meows as she looks up at her owner. trinity gives her a few pets before letting her out of the bag. pulling out the blanket as well so it can cover the space in her cubby. "stay, okay?" she gives coco a kiss before pulling away. the white cat just lazily lays there. enjoying the warmth of the blanket combined with being in a space that smells like one of her favorite people. trinity closes the door of her cubby the moment ashley walks in.
"coach says hurry up or we are all running suicides," ashley says. those words got trinity to quickly change and head out of the locker room.
everything was going well and exactly to plan until break. trinity was laying her head on your legs as you two catch your breath. coach still made you two do suicides despite trinity coming out as fast as possible.
"i can't wait to go up against-" before you can even finish your sentence, someone was yelling out from the locker room.
"it's a cat in here!" one of the spirit players shouts. everyone else out on the practice field looks around in confusion, but you already knew who the culprit was. "babe-" you look down at trinity whose face is ridden with panic. she sits up before you can even finish your sentence.
"i swear i can explain!" trinity doesn't even have a chance to as coco runs out of the building onto the field. immediately she clings onto you. the annoyance in you was rising as you realize trinity didn't listen to you, but that wasn't even the focus at the moment with coco in your arms. all of your other teammates came over to you and trinity. good thing coach wasn't anywhere near here.
"well.." andi says as she looks at the white cat in your arms. trinity was waiting for the yelling or something about telling coach, but it was none of that. instead your teammates just cooed at how cute coco is. fighting over who gets to hold her first.
that doesn't mean you aren't annoyed still, but you can't deal with that with everyone crowding around trinity and you, so you leave that for later.
coco was absolutely spoiled at practice. the spirit coach even said she can come back some days; basically as an unofficial emotional support animal for the team. everyone was on board with that. the day went better than you thought it would, but that doesn't mean trinity wasn't about to get it.
"i can't believe you brought her along without asking me," you say. trinity lets out a groan hearing your words. she already knew you would get on her later about her lil cat smuggle, but still. the cat in question is happily sleeping in trin's arms. tired from a full day of playing around.
"she gets lonely, babe. i explained that to you," trinity reasons.
"she's a cat!"
"a cat who gets lonely! like she has separation anxiety i swear"
"she does not!" you roll your eyes at trinity's childishness. this woman is twenty one and still pulls shenanigans like this. she just falls silent as she pouts. the car falls silent as you stop talking as well. when you two reach your apartment you sigh and look over at trinity after parking.
"i'm not mad, so.. whatever just tell me next time," you say. trinity perks up before leaning over slightly for a kiss. you give her what she wants, smiling once you pull away. "but you're cleaning her litter box today since you wanted to sneak her along," you give her a cheeky smile as she groans.
"but babe!"
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Trinity Rodman as your girlfriend:
author notes: these are very much self indulgent
Makes sure you ALWAYS go to her games because like wag life duh.
Always wants to be around you and just loves touching you.
Gives you her clothes to wear because she knows you will steal them either way.
Makes you play fortnite with her because she cant get off the game.
Her instagram is basically a fan page for you and yours for her.
Her nicknames for you are stuff like babe,sweetheart,baby,babes, the basics yk.
After a game she will come and find you in the crowd and kiss you, the amount of times yall have gone viral from this is crazy.
Always makes you be in her tik toks and makes you learn the dances with her.
she just always such a cuddle bug yk like she always wants to hold you and just falls asleep like that.
Ashley always be third wheeling on your dates🙄
Always talks about you like literally always during a press conference, to her teammates, to her family, your just always in her mind.
She will give you fashion advice and dress you for her games
And if you are also a soccer player and are on different teams she most likely will go soft on you
Lastly she is just always making you feel like you are the only girl in the world and to her you honestly are.
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would we want a part 2 to m Trinity Rodman fic?
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trinity rodman as your girlfriend would be like..
author notes: this is filler while i work on fics 😋 (this is also self indulgent)
➜ trinity is definitely the type of girlfriend to show her love by annoying you like putting you in a headlock just to kiss the top of your head
➜ forces you to stay on facetime while she plays fortnite and gets offended if you don't pay attention
➜ does all those stupid couple tiktoks like the dancing ones (and says you don't love her if you don't want to)
➜ you're always the first one to get pictures when she gets a new hairstyle or buys new clothes. if you don't compliment her right away than you must hate her
➜ randomly gives you kisses all over your face because why not?
➜ your clothes = her clothes
➜ if she ever posts a photo dump than you are in half of the photos
➜ trinity is the type to get (playfully) mad if you call her by her actual name like do you even love her anymore?
➜ loves going on vacations with you. especially when you two wear matching swimsuits.
➜ will be cuddling with you than randomly get hot and get off of you but if you do that than you must hate her
➜ a big my girl, my girl, my girl type of girlfriend
➜ occasionally does those stupid couple texting pranks (she finds them so funny and your reaction even funnier)
➜ calls you a certified wag and calls you that even more if you also are a soccer player
➜ 100% the type to call you pooks, pookie, stinka cause she finds them stupidly cute
like just imagine her texting you at 2am like..
from: babe 💞
babyyyy im about to hop on the game. facetime me?
to: babe 💞
i'm literally half asleep.. and don't you got a game tomorrow?
from: babe 💞
that's not important right now. a new map just dropped so..
to: babe 💞
??? ur priorities are messed up
to: babe 💞
just play without me on the phone. i'm basically dead right now
from: babe 💞
c'monnn you're my lucky charm. you don't even have to pay attention
to: babe 💞
fine 🙄
from: babe 💞
ty baby 🤍
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Plz more trinity😊
beach day fun! [t.rodman x reader]
prompt: you and trinity spend a day at the beach.
author notes: the people wanted more trin and i love her so i'm giving it. this is so summer vibes since i miss summer so bad. hope y'all enjoy!
one of trinity's favorite pastimes during vacation is to go to the beach. the feeling of the sand under her feet, the sun hitting down on her skin, and the coolness of the water. the best part of the beach is definitely bringing you along.
you two are laying on the beach in matching white bikinis. trying to get alittle tan or whatever trinity was mentioning. your skin touches hers as y'all lay side by side. "so how long do we have to do this?" you mumble as you open your eyes, squinting as the sun is nice and bright today.
"just like thirty minutes," she says with her eyes still closed. you groan in mock annoyance. tanning isn't the most fun beach activity. your girlfriend slaps your arm, laughing, "it's not that bad."
"it is that bad. don't you get another tan from soccer all day?" you groan out again. the american player opens her eyes just to roll them.
"ugh, you know it's not the same, babe" she sits up, pulling her knees up to her chest as she looks at you. that bikini on you looks great especially with the sun beaming down your skin. the whiteness of the sunscreen on your skin does ruin the sexiness factor of the sight a bit though.
you sit up beside, leaning your head against her shoulder. "i want to go get into the water or even try to surf!" you grin. interlocking your arm with trinity's. "we don't even know how to surf," she giggles as she turns her head to give you a quick peck. you return the kiss, smiling against her lips. not wanting to have a mini make-out session on the beach you are the first to pull away. trinity pouts at you, "do you just hate me?"
"as if!" you laugh loudly as you stand up, pulling her along with you. trinity shoves you as she almost stumbles over her own feet. you just laugh even more.
"last one to reach the water has to pay for ice cream!" you shout out as you go off running. the sound of trinity's laughter behind you makes you try to run faster. huge emphasis on the try. trinity is still a fast runner so she catches up and even goes past you as she runs. reaching her arm out to hit your shoulder as she pasts. "hurry up, slow poke" the american player teases. sticking out her tongue at you after she reaches the water.
you shove trinity fully into the water the moment you come close enough to her. she falls back. frowning once she comes back up from the water, "babee, my hair!"
"that's your fault! stop being so fast and your braids wouldn't be wet right now" now it's your turn to stick out your tongue. teasing trinity doesn't last long as she grabs onto your ankle and pulls so that your full body falls into the water as well.
"now we're both wet."
you two play around and swim in the water for a good hour. you forcing trin out of the water the moment your skin got alittle too wrinkly for your liking. she whines the whole way to the ice cream stand. only stopping once the vanilla ice cream is in her hand.
"thanks baby" she leans close to kiss you on the cheek, but you move away. giggling as she continues to try to kiss you. "ew no! you have ice cream all over your lips," you start to physically run away from your girlfriend. she chases after you. trying to make sure her ice cream wasn't dropped during the chase.
unfortunately for you, halfway though the chase your ice cream falls out of your hand. landing straight into the sand, leaving you with just the cone. trinity bursts out laughing as she comes closer to you.
"that's what you get for rejecting my kiss," she shrugs before slinging her arm over your shoulder and pulling you against her. "shut upp," you cringe as she kisses with all that melted ice cream on her lips. leaving a vanilla colored kiss mark on your cheek.
once the sun starts to set is when you and Trinity stop playing around. y'all have gotten ice cream twice, tried to surf & failed horribly, swam for half of the day here, and even went on the boardwalk to grab some food.
now you two are back where you started.
laying on y'all's beach blankets, looking up at the sky but this time around trinity is forcing you to tan. pink, red, and orange paint the sky to look beautiful as the sun sets. trinity turns to you, smiling, "can we come back tomorrow?"
"and do this all over again? sure baby" you smile back at her. she pulls you into a kiss. you happily kiss her back. this time around you allow it to turn into a lil make out session. it's not that many people still at the beach regardless.
what a great day at the beach, you were 100% ready to do it all again tomorrow.
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