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aaronhotchnersquarterzip · 3 years

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Meeting you Flipped the World Upside Down - Or Maybe Just Mine

Here is Chapter 9, I’m going to apologize in advance for the angst thats going to happen from here on out. As much as I love Aaron I stand strongly behind the belief that he just wouldn’t be that great of a partner and my writing recently has been very open about that. I’m not completely cynical, there will be a resolution at some point. Maybe.

Summary: Reader has been a rut, stuck in a never ending cycle of college worries and job interviews. Never did she think that SSA Aaron Hotchner, or Agent as she likes to call him, would walk into her favorite late night diner and flip her world upside down. And he for sure didn't expect to fall in love so quickly with the soon to be college grad. They navigate finding love and working together to rediscover what that means for each of them.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner X Female Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Love Isn’t Supposed to Feel Like This

The summer green slowly faded into fall browns and reds. The best season, in your opinion of course. Aaron stuck to his promise on visiting when he could, Jack tagging along when he had long weekends. You also drove down when you had the chance, so not as often as you would’ve liked. Halloween was coming up and you were determined to go trick-or-treating with the Hotchner boys so right after your Thursday class you packed the Subaru and drove to DC. You knew Aaron would still be at the office so you dropped your stuff off at his apartment and made your way to Quantico. Jack was with Jessica so you didn’t need to worry about picking him up until tomorrow anyways.

You parked in the visitor lot and walked into the lobby, going through the rigorous security to get your visitor pass. You were finally on your way up to the 5th floor after 20 minutes. You were practically bouncing with anticipation. Aaron and the team had been on back-to-back cases lately so it’s been longer than normal since you’ve seen him. Of course he called and texted you in his free time but being with him was a whole separate experience.

When you pushed the glass doors open Emily spotted you first, waving you over for a hug.

“We weren’t expecting you! Does Hotch know you’re here?”

“No, I thought I’d surprise him. I know you guys have been working incredibly hard these past few weeks. I figured it wouldn’t hurt if I came for Halloween.”

“How did Hotch deserve you? Seriously.”

“He does his fair share of surprises, I’d say we're both lucky.” You quipped back, still smiling. Spencer waved to you from the kitchen and you saw Rossi from his window.

“If you don’t mind, I’m gonna head up to see him. It’s been a while.”

“Of course, text us how long you’re in town and we’ll try to plan something.”

“Thanks Em.” You climbed the stairs to Aaron’s office and knocked softly. He muttered something along the lines of “come in” when you pushed the door open.

He hadn’t looked up from his paperwork when you stalked in so you slowly made your way over to his desk. Placing one hand on the desk, leaning towards him, you whispered,

“Hi honey.” His head shot up at your voice and he broke out in one of the biggest smiles you’ve seen the man give. He stood up and embraced you in a tight hug.

“I wasn’t expecting you. What’re you doing here?” You tilted your head to give him a soft kiss.

“I missed you. And I wanted to spend Halloween with the Hotchner men. Figured you two could show me a better time than campus could.” He smiled into another kiss. And another. And another.

“Let me finish up this file and then we can head out okay?”

“I’ve waited weeks, I’m sure I can wait an extra hour. I’m gonna go check in on Dave, if you finish before I get back you know where to find me.” You kissed him once more before walking next door.

“Hey Dave.”

He was quick to walk over to you and hug you, similar to Aaron.

“Bella! What’re you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be cramming for midterms or something?”

You laughed lightly, “technically, yes. I missed Aaron and Jack so I took a couple days for myself. Plus Jack wanted me to come and see his costume in person. How could I say no?”

He chuckled before taking a seat on his couch and gesturing for you too as well, “I suppose you’re right. I need to have you over before you head back to campus.”

“I would really like that. I’ve missed DC more than I would like to admit. I thought New York was where I wanted to spend the rest of my life but I don’t know anymore. I’ve been looking for jobs here, obviously. But I’ve also been applying more west, Montana, Wyoming, Colorado, Utah. I can see myself out there. I got an offer the other day from the office in Billings for once I graduate, I just don’t know what to do.”

“You need to do what's right for you kid. None of us would judge you for following your dreams, but I’m not the one you should be having this conversation with.”

“I just don’t want to ruin the weekend, it’s been so long since we’ve all been together. I just want some normalcy, for both of us. You know?”

“If I know Aaron, and I assure you I do, he would want to know what you’re feeling. It’s not fair to either of you if you don’t communicate what you’re thinking.”

“I know that Dave. I’ll talk to him about it soon, just, not right now.” Of course Aaron had to stick his head in at that exact moment.

“What not right now Y/N.” He stepped closer and put a hand on your hip.

“Nothing Agent,” that was one way to get him to smile, “you ready to go?”

“Yeah, I can drive and we can get your car tomorrow morning. Goodnight Dave.” He pulled you with him out the door and you called out goodnight as well.

You and Aaron were curled up on his couch, you on top of him with your head on his chest listening to his steady heartbeat. His hand was in your hair massaging your scalp.

“Somethings on your mind love, you know you can talk to me about anything right?” He sounded unusually nervous, it felt unnatural. You lifted your head up to look at him and he looked nervous as well.

“I just want to be here with you Aaron, please. Can we talk in the morning?” He slowly sat up and effectively moved you off of him. I guess you are gonna have this talk now.

“I want to talk now, I won’t be able to sleep unless I know what's going on in that head of yours. It can’t be that bad Y/N, we tell each other everything.”

“Aaron it’s nearly 3 am, I don’t want to talk about it. Why can’t you respect that. I’m going to go to the bedroom to get ready for bed, you’re welcome to join me.” Before you could fully stand up he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back down to the couch. Maybe it was the late night getting to him but you had never seen him this mad. He held a firm grip on you and it’s like his skin was burning you. This was a different man, not the one you fell in love with.

“We’re going to talk about this now,” he pulled a little harder on your arm now, leaving marks for days to come. “Stop being a bitch and just talk to me. What? Did you cheat or something like the whore you are?” He practically spit in your face.

Scared. Scared was the only word you could formulate. You had no idea how to deescalate the situation, you were hurt and shaking. You somehow held it together enough to flatly speak.

“Aaron, let go of me. Now.” It’s like a lightbulb went off in his brain, his eyes widened in shock and immediately dropped your hand. Your resolve was breaking and you don’t know how much longer you could stand being near him. All you ached for was his comfort but your brain wasn’t letting you to allow it.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what got into me Y/N. I’m so sorry.” He reached for you but you flinched from his touch. “Y/N.” He was pleading now.

“I was offered a job in Billings, Montana. I’m gonna take it. I wanted to spend the weekend with you before discussing it. There isn’t anything to discuss anymore Aaron. I’m gonna go stay with my parents before heading back to campus.” You grabbed your bags from the entrance way before reaching for your jacket and keys. You could hear Aaron’s footsteps behind you, all you wanted was to leave this nightmare. This isn’t how the weekend was supposed to go.

“Y/N, talk to me. Please. We can figure this out. Don’t just walk away from us.” How dare he accuse you of walking out on him. You wanted to spend the rest of your life with this man but he made the decision easy for you.

“I said we're done talking, Aaron. I’ll be back tomorrow to grab the rest of my stuff and say goodbye to Jack. This isn’t easy but you made the choice for me. I love you Aaron, but I deserve better than what you did tonight. We both know that.”

“That wasn’t me Y/N, you know it wasn’t. I love you and I’ll do anything to prove that to you. Please, just, don’t leave. It’s been a stressful three weeks, I just want another chance.”

“I hope you learn from this.” You open the door and don’t look back until you’re down the steps, “goodnight Aaron.” You didn’t let him see your tears, he held his at bay until you were already down the street.

That’s not how this weekend was supposed to go.

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imaginesandinserts · 4 years

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Irreverent Pt. 32 - The Ball

Title: Irreverent Pt. 32 - The Ball Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader Rating: R Words: 3024

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Jack had had a sleepover the night prior and his friend had just left. The two boys barely slept all night and you and Hotch could both tell that Jack was exhausted. So, at the first sign of a yawn, you nudged him towards his room for a nap. You'd come over in the morning to help with breakfast because Aaron had been on his own the night before. You would've joined, but he'd insisted he could handle it and had pushed you to go hang out with Penelope and Emily instead. You hadn't told the team - even Emily - about the two of you yet. It had only been a couple of weeks since your first date and both of you wanted to keep this to yourselves for the time being.

You had, however, discussed telling Strauss. With the Ball nearly upon you, you figured you should tell her and make the relationship official sooner rather than alter to avoid having it seem as though you were hiding it. Aaron had agreed, though you could tell he didn't love having Strauss know his business. The two of them still had somewhat of an antagonistic relationship ever since she'd questioned his ability to lead the team soon after his divorce. When he'd told you about this, you'd been shocked. That would have been right around when you joined the team, and while yes he had been more subdued and quick to anger those first few months, you had hardly seen reason for Strauss to have questioned his leadership.

"Jack's asleep," you told him, when you found him in his room, finishing up folding the laundry. The yawn you'd been suppressing for a while finally came out.

He smiled at you as he folded the last shirt. "Sleepy?"

"Mm a little. Emily is seeing someone new and so of course Penelope pulled out her computer and now I know that he has a cousin in Utah that was arrested for a misdemeanor charge in 2006," you explained, as you helped him put the clothes away in his closet. You appreciated that Aaron was a very neat and orderly person. Everything had a spot and it was just how you would've done it yourself.

"Well," he said conspiratorially, as he came and hugged your from behind, "Jack is taking a nap. We could also take a nap."

He was holding you so close and he smelled just like his Irish Spring soap and musk and something sweet that was uniquely him. "I hope you actually mean a nap," you mumbled, as you felt his lips against your neck "because that sounds amazing."

He gave a low chuckle as he dragged you over to the bed so you both could lay down. You laid down right next to him, his arm under you as you slung an arm over his stomach and your leg over his. You were quiet for a few minutes, as he tried to let you actually sleep. His hands played gently with your hair and Aaron always ran so warm it was like sleeping with a personal heater. However, now that you were actually lying down, sleep was elusive. You tilted your head up to see him watching you with a slight smile on his face.

"That's not sleeping," he murmured, as he continued to gently massage your head. You'd always liked having someone play with your hair - it was so soothing.

"I'm not actually sleepy anymore," you admitted with a small pout.

"Hmm." His voice was still low and quiet, in the hope that you might be lulled into a nap anyways.

You reached up to his face, a single finger tracing the outline of his face, down his perfect nose, across his pink lips. You'd really allowed yourself to appreciate him lately and it continued to amaze you how breathtakingly beautiful he was. Part of you couldn't believe you hadn't noticed it before but the other part knew that you hadn't let yourself go there. He seemed to be enjoying your exploration as he closed his eyes and just let your fingers ghost over his features.

"Aaron?"

"Mmhm."

"Where do you want to be after the BAU?"

He opened his eyes to look at you, not expecting the question. "Why do you ask?"

"I don't know…I guess with the Ball approaching and us talking about my career and future and all that…I guess I just kind of wondered. What's next for you?"

He let out a large breath as you sat up slightly on your elbows to look at him properly.

"I don't know. When I first started I wanted to do the whole move up thing, but the longer I'm here I don't know if I'm suited for that." He had a far away look on his face - like it was a thought from so long ago that it was entirely removed from the person he was now.

"Why not?" you asked, as you watched him carefully.

"It's a lot of paperwork and a lot of…difficult decisions. With the BAU it's more clear cut - we catch bad guys. Occasionally things are more complicated, but overall I feel like I do good in the world and I get to go home and not worry about the politics of moving up."

"Hmm," you said, coming back down to lay on his chest again.

"What is it?"

"I think Director Hotchner has a nice ring to it," you shared, pressing a kiss to his chest.

"Director?" You could hear the amusement in his voice.

"Yeah, you'd be a great Director for the Bureau." You really truly believed that. He was such a great leader who commanded respect - yours and everyone else's.

"Well I'm glad I have someone's vote," he laughed, trying to brush off what you'd said. That was an ambition for the old him - the one that had just had a kid and was married to Haley and had a whole life in front of him.

"You'll always have mine," you confided, as you hugged him closer, burrowing in more to his side. "McKinney should be scared."

He had a really soft, perfect, I-am-Aaron-Hotchner-and-I-make-women-swoon smile on his face as he looked at you. Aaron brought his arms around you at that, kissing the top of your head. "I'm sure he's shaking in his boots as we speak."

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The meeting with Strauss had gone as well as could be expected really. You and Hotch had asked to meet with her early in the day, before anyone else got there and when you'd explained that you needed to declare an official relationship, she hadn't seemed all that surprised. Which was surprising to you at the very least.

"Have you told your team yet," she'd asked, as both you and Hotch sat in her office and filled out the required paperwork.

"No, not yet." Aaron had responded quickly, not looking up as he said it, concentrating on filling out all the details.

You smiled and looked at her, knowing you had to compensate for his utter dislike of this whole situation. "We just want to keep it to ourselves for now," you'd explained. "It's hard enough working with profilers without everyone knowing everything."

She'd nodded understandingly, but added, "Well, I doubt anyone would be too surprised. I wouldn't wait too long if I were you."

Aaron had simply smiled and stood up, but Strauss asked you to stay behind for a moment.

You looked at her in question as he walked out and closed the door behind him.

"You should know that this could impact the tapping process. I will do my best to ensure that it doesn't, however situations such as this can raise some eyebrows. Are you sure about this?"

You thought about what she was implying, turning to look at the seat Aaron had vacated just a moment ago, before looking back at her. "He's worth it." The answer came easily. It was just that simple.

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The night of the FBI Director's Ball came sooner than expected. You'd chosen to get ready beforehand with the girls, and the four of you had made a day of it. Aaron saw you when you entered the venue, having arrived only minutes earlier himself. You walked in with Emily and you were wearing a dark green gown which complimented you perfectly.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

Aaron startled, only to see Dave standing next to him in a matching tux, with a shit-eating grin on his face. Sometimes he forgot that Dave knew, since the rest of the team still didn't. He grabbed the drink proffered by Dave and rolled his eyes good naturedly. No use denying he'd been staring. "How're you liking her odds tonight?" he chose to ask instead, changing the subject.

It was common knowledge that the annual Director's Ball was where up and coming talent was recognized. Aaron himself hadn't gone through the tapping process, but had heard of Bureau stars who were tapped at the Ball, go on to lead new taskforces, teams, and missions - have great careers within the Bureau and beyond it.

"Good," Dave responded, taking a swig of his drink. "I spoke with Erin about it and she still seems pretty confident in her recommendation. She did have to bring up the matter of you two to McKinney, and the final decision will be his."

Aaron nodded as he saw you approach with the rest of the team. Everyone had decided to meet up early on and grab a table together, so you all began to walk over. Aaron conveniently made sure to find himself right beside you. "You look beautiful," he said, leaning in just barely. He saw the slight blush rise to your face as he complimented you, his eyes running appreciatively over you again.

"Thanks," you smiled, "you look pretty good too." He really did. The man could always pull off a suit, but a tux was just a whole new level of attractive.

He pulled out your chair for you as the group found an empty table in the main room and grabbed the seat right next to you. Emily had grabbed the one on your other side and everyone else had found a spot around the table. Past years, the Ball had been nothing more than an excuse to drink and eat on the Bureau's dime and have fun with your coworkers. This year, however, you had to network and get to know other Section Chiefs and anyone who rolled up directly to McKinney. Both Hotch and Rossi had told you that having all of those people on your side was of the utmost importance. Aaron had already been helping you out in that regard, making sure to bring you along to some inter-departmental meetings and getting your name and face out in front of other leaders. You'd asked if he was giving you special treatment, as you couldn't recall him having done this for anyone else. However, he had assured you that he was not, and that if Reid or JJ to want to move along a similar path, he'd do the same for them. Prentiss and Morgan had a lot more experience and connections of their own, so they wouldn't need him to run interference as much.

Once dinner concluded, the string band started playing ballroom music. You all watched as some coworkers began to lead their partners out onto the dance floor. Derek quickly asked Penelope to dance as well, and the two of them were off, with Will and JJ joining them soon after.

"Alright kiddo, let's do this." Rossi reached for your hand across the table and you quickly accepted, allowing him to lead you out onto the dance floor. He knew that with you, he'd at least be guaranteed a decent partner - Emily had both left feet.

"He's right, you know," Rossi said, as he gently spun you around the dance floor, "you do look beautiful."

You smiled. It was nice having someone know about the two of you.

"You really think I have a chance tonight?" Dave had some experience in this matter - more so than you or Aaron.

"They'd be idiots not to pick you." As he said this, the music changed, and Director McKinney had walked over to ask Rossi for your hand. Rossi graciously handed you off, swaying back to the table for his tenth drink of the night.

McKinney smiled at you and respectfully took your hand in his, his other at your waist. "Hello Agent L/N."

"Good evening, sir." Your heart was thudding in your chest, knowing this was the moment.

"You dance very well," he remarked, as he easily led you through the motions.

"I used to dance as a kid. Not easy to forget." You quickly flashed back to the numerous recitals and lessons - most of which your parents had missed.

"I see." He looked contemplative. Sighing, he says, "You should know, the recent revelation of your relationship complicated the decision making process slightly."

You choose to just nod, not trusting yourself to say anything constructive.

"However, I would like to inform you that you can consider yourself officially tapped."

You felt your heart jump as a large smile broke out across your face. "Thank you sir! I really appreciate it."

"You will be working with me directly. You should also know, the only reason this process was not pushed off the tracks is because it is Aaron you're with."

You looked at him in question, imploring him to continue.

"Agent Hotchner is above reproach. Were it anyone else, we'd have questions about the recommendations and reviews. However, I trust Aaron and so I trust that the two of you have done your due diligence and kept everything above board."

"We have, sir. Thank you. I very much appreciate the opportunity."

As he continues to spin you, you catch Aaron's eye over McKinney's shoulder. You quickly shoot him a grin and a wink, indicating that you got it. His face breaks out into the biggest smile, and you can see him making his way towards you through the crowd. He reaches the two of you right as the music changes, and seeing Aaron approach, McKinney stops.

"Aaron, good to see you."

"Director, how are you?"

The two of them shake hands and exchange pleasantries, before McKinney takes your leave to tend to other guests, promising to have his assistant get in touch with you very soon. Aaron takes that as an opportunity to grab your hand for the upcoming dances, pulling you in much closer than Rossi or McKinney had.

"Congratulations sweetheart," he whispers into your ear as he holds you close, swaying along to the music.

You look up at him and it takes everything in you to not kiss him right there in front of everyone. He catches the look in your eye, because he maneuvers the two of you to a corner of the dance floor where no one on the team is around. Squeezing your hand, he quickly looks around, before leading you off the end and out a side door. Having seen a supply closet across the way, he urges you to follow inside, closing the door behind.

Before you could take another breath, his mouth is greedily on yours, tasting you and drawing out a breathy moan, his name on your lips. Your back is pressed up sharply against a shelf, but the need to just touch him and feel him far surpasses the discomfort. You find yourself unbuttoning his shirt, just to be able to feel skin while he continues to explore your mouth.

His hands have worked their way under the dress and his hands roamed upwards and came in contact with your bare ass. Aaron pulls away, a little surprised at the thong, before returning to his exploration.

You'd managed to open up the collar of his shirt and move your mouth from his, resulting in a whine that turns into a moan as your lips come in contact with his neck. The desire to mark him as yours is something new you're experiencing, but your dedication to the task at hand rewards you with more sounds.

Not satisfied being alone in his ecstasy, Aaron's hand grazes over your breast, drawing a sharp inhale from you as a knot starts to form in your stomach.

"Do you like that?" his voice smooth despite him being a moaning mess a second earlier. You watch as his fingers ghost over your breast and your nipple hardens under his touch. "What about that?" He looks up finally to meet your eyes and his pupils are dilated beyond belief. Briefly you wonder what you must look like.

You'd never really pegged yourself for being much of a talker, but having Aaron talk to you as he touched you was definitely a turn on. You nod shakily, prompting him to cup your breast and run his thumb over the bud, maintaining his eyes on yours. You're afraid you're going to be too loud, so you reach up and kiss him again, allowing him to swallow your moans as he continues his ministrations. You can feel the dampness growing in your underwear and you swear you blacked out for a second when he breaks away from your mouth and takes a nipple into his mouth instead, biting gently through the fabric of your dress.

"Aaron!" You meant for it to be a sharp rebuke but instead what came out could really only be a groan of pleasure.

He looked up at you with false innocence, knowing exactly the effect he'd had on you. However, taking note of where you two were at the moment, he returns his attention to your mouth with promises of continuing later.

By the time the two of you leave the supply closet, trying not to look as though you'd spent the past thirty minutes engaged in intense foreplay, the party was dwindling down and your friends had been looking for you for quite some time.

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ladyreapermc · 5 years

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So to keep you entertained, from the Kiss prompt: kisses on the spine with Johnny Utah 😉

this turned longer than intended. Not that I’m complaining LOL

You knew trying to go surfing with Johnny would be a bad idea. The only sports were ever good at was contact sports in which you could workout your frustration in your opponent.

He promised it would feel almost as good and you were at that point in your flirting game that your would be up for almost anything if it meant getting one-on-one time with Johnny.

You regretted now of course, because every inch of your body hurt, but your back especially. It felt a lot like that first day back in the gym after spending to much time away, only multiplied tenfold.

“It can’t be that bad,” he said with and eyeroll and you glared at his profile. It was that bad, hence why you’ve been complaining the entire day and shifting uncomfortable on the car seat.

You could of course give Johnny a snarky reply, but instead you just stepped out of the car as soon as he parted outside your house, without saying goodbye. It wasn’t until you were almost on your porch that you realized Johnny had followed you.

“What? You need the bathroom or something?”

“Since it’s my fault you’re all sore,” he started giving you a smirk at his bad innuendo. “I thought it was only fair if I fixed it.”

Giving him a suspicious look, you let him walk into your house almost regretting due the mess, but since Johnny didn’t comment on it, you weren’t about to bring it up either.

You hung your coat and put your keys, gun and badge on the sidetable, Johnny doing the same.

“Bedroom?” he asked and you just gaped at him. Did he really ask you that? “Or do you prefer the couch?”

“For?” you inquired in confusion and hoping your cheeks weren’t as red as they felt.

“Back rub,” Johnny flashed you a grin and you froze for a second. Was he really offering that? Were you actually considering it? “I mean, bed would probably be nicer to my knees.”

After another moment, you forced your legs to move, leading the way to your bedroom without saying a word, still too stunned to speak.

“I’ll need massage oil or lotion,” he announced, rubbing his hands together and you suddenly realized that Johnny was as nervous as you, because this was the moment. After this, everything would change between the two of you.

“Bathroom cabinet,” you replied, turning your back to him as you started to undo the buttons of your shirt, letting it fall to the floor before you unhooked your bra and let it follow.

You heard Johnny’s inhaling loudly as he stepped out of the bathroom a moment before you crawled in bed, lying on your stomach and holding your breath in expectation.

After a couple of seconds, the bed dipped under Johnny’s weight and the scent of lemongrass reached your nose as he uncorked the massage oil.

at the first touch on your back you jolted because you were expecting his hands, instead you felt his lips pressing featherlight kisses on your spine.

“Just relax and let me take care of you,” he said, his breath warm against your skin before his lips were replaced with his hands.

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the-awkward-outlaw · 5 years

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I’m obsessed with modern au Arthur. Possible to do one with him and a female reader where they’re well into their relationship, he asks her to marry him, she says yes and it turns smutty? (And possible to make her chubby?) thanks!

Ooh thanks for sending this!!!! Now I don’t know how to write anything in a short essay, so I just did like 7 pages. Whatever, I had fun writing it.

Warnings: swearing, smut (do I really need to put this in?)

(Author’s note: this is an image of the lake referenced in this piece. If you’re curious, it’s Mirror Lake in the Uintah mountains of Utah.)

You’ve been together for three years. Three long, mostly good years. Arthur can still remember the way you looked when he first met you. So beautiful, with your gorgeous eyes that he could swear saw right into his soul. From the moment he saw you, he wanted to know everything about you. Your talents and your flaws.

You’d been on your way to your favorite lake in order to get away from your life for a day. You had to travel through the small town Arthur lived in on his ranch in order to get there, but your car started to make weird sounds, so you stopped at the one mechanic shop and gas station in the town. Arthur happened to be there too when you pulled in to fill up on gas. He’d heard the sounds your car were making and he approached you, asking if you needed help. You smiled and said you’d hire the mechanic, but he was always generous and willing to help a lending hand he offered to look at your car and try to fix it for free. As you were in college still and on break for summer, you were willing to cut any financial corners you could.

The problem turned out to be an easy fix, but it would have cost you a couple hundred bucks. Arthur, good on his word, fixed it for free. The two of you talked while he worked and he really liked you. The way you talked (though he could tell you were guarded), the way you smiled at him, the way you brushed your hair from your face. He couldn’t let you leave without asking you out. At first, you thought he was joking. No way in hell was this hot guy asking you out. You, an overweight woman who’d spent the last few years completely alone. No one noticed you or thought you were pretty because of your weight, so why in the hell would he? Arthur’s smile seemed so genuine though you finally said yes.

Arthur remembers that first date almost like it’d just happened. He took you to a nice Asian restaurant and you talked for hours. For once, you decided to wear your nicer clothes and not your usual shirts that had logos from movies or tv shows. The colors you chose made your eyes shine all the brighter, but Arthur could sense your hesitancy. However, he was ecstatic when you agreed to a second date.

After your third date, he knew he was in love with you. You had so much in common and you were gorgeous. He didn’t even notice your size, not that it was a dampener to begin with. He also loved that, even though you struggled a lot with your image in high school, you no longer let it hold you back. You simply said, “Yes, I am a chubby girl. But that doesn��t define me.” He didn’t like that you always added you had much larger flaws than your weight. He thought you were perfect.

He learned on the fourth date though that you were suffering from a broken heart, which was why you’d gone running up to your favorite lake the day you met him. It was also the main factor for your hesitancy. Your best friend of over a decade had passed away from a brain tumor the past winter and you were still struggling with it. You didn’t have many friends so this one was a particularly harsh blow. However, as you and Arhur became closer and more intimate, he started to help you heal that heartache.

He can still recall the first time you two made love. You were always a guarded person with thick walls, but when you two first laid down together after a few glasses of wine, they all came tumbling down. He was already crazy about you before, but after that he was completely head over heels. You never said anything, but he felt you were the same way about him.

Two semesters later, you graduated college but had nowhere to live unless you wanted to move back in with your parents, which you really didn’t want to do. Arthur lived alone on his ranch with his dog. He knew you moving from the city to his small town might be an adjustment for you, he asked you to move in with him. You jumped on the opportunity as you had been offered a job that allowed you to work remotely and although the town was small, it wasn’t too far from the city. Plus, it was the gateway to your favorite lake, an added bonus.

You two lived together famously. Sure, there were a few fights, but for the most part you worked together extremely well. He wanted to ask you to marry him only a few months after you moved in, but you went off one night about how stupid some people could be when it came to their relationships. Your sister had just gotten divorced from your husband of four years because he turned out to be cheating and then she also told you he’d been abusing her, both physically and mentally. You’d seen it coming, of course. You never liked the guy to begin with and they didn’t live together before they were married and she told you if she’d known some of his living and financial habits before, she’d never have married him. You ranted at Arthur half the night about how crucial it was for people to not only make sure they were sexually compatible before marriage, but also financially and habitually compatible. Arthur decided on that night, he’d wait until you’d been living together for at least a year before popping the question.

It’s been well over that mark now and your relationship is the strongest it’s ever been. Your job pays great and he’s still making good enough money on his ranch to make your lives comfortable. He’s also taught you how to help him run it, and you actually like the work. He’s ready to marry you; no one has made him happier and he couldn’t imagine life without you. He just wonders how to do it. He has a ring, he went and bought one that he knew you’d love and the stone wasn’t a diamond. You hated diamonds, they were too common. Instead, the stone was your favorite color. He smiled whenever he thought about it.

He’s been thinking about what to do in order to ask. A million ideas run through his mind. He doesn’t want to do the “sit at dinner and put the ring in your drink” thing. Too unoriginal. You’d certainly say no because there’d be no thought behind it. He wanted to do something that said he knew you. You love animals a lot, he knows. Maybe something at the zoo or proposing in the tube at the aquarium’s shark tank? No, too crowded. You’ve never liked crowds and you suffer from social anxiety. He knows you’d probably say yes but mostly from the pressure of any witnesses. He wants you to say yes because you genuinely mean it.

Then it comes to him. The perfect idea. Luckily, it’s June, which means the weather won’t be a problem. That night when you get home from running an errand that took you longer than it should have, he kisses you like he always does, but there’s something else behind it you can put a finger on. Some kind of desperation. He looks hot as ever in his blue plaid button down. You like to tease him by stating he looks like a lumberjack, especially when he hasn’t shaved for a few days. You love his scruffy look though, so he typically keeps his beard trimmed the way you like.

When you walk into the kitchen, you find he’s already got dinner started. You love whenever he does this, it takes pressure off of you. His hands suddenly grab your shoulders from behind and he starts massaging them. You tilt your head back and let out a moan, making him chuckle.

“Hey,” he says after kissing your neck. “I wanna go up to the lake. You too overloaded with work for that?”

“No,” you say. “I can spare a few hours of free time to go up there. Unless you wanna push it to the weekend?”

“With everyone else?” he says. “No. I want it to be just you and me, darlin’.”

He kisses your neck again, sending goose bumps down your entire body. “Okay, cowboy,” you say. He chuckles at the nickname.

“Water’s boiling,” you say and he lets you go to take care of it.

A few days later, you're both in Arthur’s truck driving up to the lake in the mountains. It’s a good 45 minutes away, mostly consisting of winding roads through thick forests and canyons, but you’re definitely not going to complain. Arthur loves the way your eyes sparkle when you see the forest. He rolls down the windows so the scent of it floods the car and he laughs when you take in a deep breath, your long hair streaming out the window. He drives slower than usual so you can really enjoy the view and the smell.

The lake finally comes into view at the bottom of a tall mountain and he pulls the car over at an overlook sight so you can get out. You look at him curiously, he’s never done this before. You decide not to question him and just get out, taking in the view. It really is stunning. From up here, the lake looks much smaller but it sparkles in the sun. Arthur thinks it has nothing when it comes to your eyes. He holds your hand as you both look down at it. After a few moments, he suggests moving on.

The truck finally pulls into the public parking lot and you get out, pulling out the fishing poles and tackle box. Arthur knows you like to fish, even though you don’t have the greatest luck, much like himself. You like doing it though because it allows the world to slow down but you still have something to do with your hands.

You and Arthur walk hand in hand down the boardwalk skirting around the east side of the lake. It’s not the biggest you’ve been to, but it’s definitely one of the most gorgeous. The forest goes right down to the edge of the water and it's not uncommon to find wild flowers and see lots of wildlife. While you look around at the trees, the water, everything, but he’s staring at you as you walk. The way your hair shines in the sun, how the light kisses your shoulders. The way you hold yourself proudly. The shape of your nose, your chin, your lips. Everything of yours. He desperately wants to ask you then and there, but he wants it to be perfect because you’ve been so perfect for him.

Along the boardwalk, you step out into a meadow. People don’t walk along it because it’s usually flooded with lake water, but those determined enough to face the mushy grass can walk onto what you call the island, which is really just a bubble of land attached to the shore by a thin strip of grass and mud. Arthur asks if you want to go to the island and you, of course, nod. You love the island. No one else goes to it because they don’t want to get their shoes muddy and it’s only big enough for maybe a dozen people to stand on amidst the trees and bushes. But that is why you love it. And it’s the perfect spot.

When you get to the island, you begin positioning yourself at a good spot to start fishing. The sun’s dipping to the west, meaning the fish will start biting soon. However, Arthur grabs your pole and sets it down before taking your hands.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“Something I been wantin’ to do for a long time,” he says in his gruff voice. He plays with your fingers for a moment, searching for the right words. “Darlin’, I… I’m in love with you. I know you know that, I said it often enough.”

You blush and look down before smiling up at him. “I love you too Arthur.”

“That ain’t what I came up here with you to say, though,” he says, clearly scrambling for the right words. He shuffles his feet nervously. “Darlin’, before I met you, I was happy with my life, I didn’t think I needed anything else. But then you came along and it was like I’d seen the moon for the first time. Radiant and completely necessary. I always want ya around, darlin’. I couldn’t imagine what my life would be like without ya.”

He’s about to take out the ring when he sees your face fall, your smile fading away. You suddenly shake your head, your brows furrowed as you stare at his feet.

“You don’t mean me, Arthur,” you say, pain in your voice. “You… deserve someone so much better than me. Someone pretty and… and skinny.”

His heart breaks when he hears your words. “Darlin’, you’re gorgeous. So what if you’re not like one of them CW girls or a size 6? Can I tell you somethin’?” He puts a finger under your chin and lifts it so you look at him. “If everyone’s body matched the beauty inside ‘em, you’d be the most beautiful woman who ever lived.”

Your eyes suddenly sparkle again, making his stomach flip. “Darlin’, I wanna marry you.”

Your heart leaps into your throat as he takes a knee and pulls out the ring. He looks up at you, not saying anything, and waits. Tears spring to your eyes and you nod. “Yes, Arthur. I love you so much, I’m scared of thinking what life would be like without you. Yes, yes.”

He smiles like a kid seeing his presents on Christmas Day and he stands up, slides on the ring and pulls you into a tight hug. His heart pounds in your ear and then he pulls away to kiss you.

“Thank you, darlin’. The happiest man in the world wouldn’t feel as ecstatic as I do right now. I love you.”

After Arthur’s proposal, he treated you to dinner at your favorite restaurant in town (even if it is just a burger diner). As he drove you home to his ranch, a familiar light came into his eyes and you know what he wanted. It sent tingles down your body and between your legs.

The moment you get into the house, he pins you against the wall and kisses you hard. His hands start feeling you up, but you push him away and dash into the bedroom. He chases you in but you grab him and throw him down onto the bed. You climb up onto him and rip open his shirt. God, he’s so fucking sexy. Working on a ranch all his life has kept him firm and strong, even though you sometimes make fun of him for his farmer’s tan. He has just the right amount of hair on his chest and stomach, a dark streak leading from his stomach to below his belt.

You start kissing his neck and down to his chest, making him groan. You kiss your way down to his pants and quickly unbuckle them, desperate to see him. His length springs out and you immediately take it into your hands. His hips buck slightly, but you don’t want to get him worked up too quickly.

You release him and sit up straight, stripping out of your shirt. Arthur’s eyes immediately go to your tits and you smile, reaching back and undoing the clasp of your bra. You feel his response beneath you as you throw your bra across the room. His hands reach up and grab your breasts, squeezing and pinching your nipples. You put your hands over his and stare hard into his eyes, panting a little.

He suddenly flips you onto your back and undoes your pants, sliding them off your legs. Then he hovers over you, his eyes dark.

“Mind if I try somethin’ new on you, darlin’?”

You love that he always asks before doing so and you nod. He quickly strips himself and then grabs your knees, spreading them. His eyes rake over your body until he finds your slit. It makes you shiver with anticipation. His right hand leaves your knee and goes right to your folds, spreading them and his finger finds your clit with ease. His fingers are so warm and calloused, it doesn’t take long for your heat to grow to a boiling point. Arthur’s always been talented at finding your buttons and making you come. He’s the only man you’ve ever slept with who even knew where your clit is, nonetheless how to tease you and make you explode. You remember for a second how your second boyfriend was adamant that the female orgasm wasn’t real. Arthur’s well experienced in the reality of them.

He plays with your clit and teases your nub until you’re writhing beneath him, your heart pounding in your ears. Your knees are starting to shake and a bubble is starting to grow in your stomach, fixing to be popped. He suddenly removes his hand.

“Arthur, please-” you gasp. You open your eyes and find him smiling darkly down at you. Suddenly, he lowers himself and his tongue slides into your folds. His bumpy tongue studies your anatomy and then he begins to suck. You clench the bedsheets to avoid ramming your hips into his face. The warmth and moisture of his mouth is almost enough to make you go off, but with the addition of his sucking, your quickly fixing to burst.

“Oh God! Oh Arthur!” you scream out, the bubble quickly inflating and then bursting. He sucks again and again, further stimulating you and prolonging your orgasm. You finally let out a loud yelp, you simply can’t take anymore. “Arthur, please!” you cry out, your eyes getting wetter.

He pulls away finally, wiping his chin dry. He smiles at you. You pant beneath him and then push him down, grabbing his cock and pumping him with a firm hand. He groans and you drag the fingernails of your free hand down his chest and stomach. He moans and pants beneath you as you take complete control of him. You study his length with your hand, memorizing everything about it. It’s curved slightly, but it’s convenient because it fits you perfectly and the curved tip is able to brush your spot with ease. You hunger for the feeling now.

You stop pumping him so you can angle your hips over his and then sink down onto him. He feels so good as he fills you up. He groans again and he starts thrusting up into you. His hand goes back to tease your clit as his cock brushes your spot over and over again with each thrust, sending you hurtling towards the edge again. His other hand squeezes your hip as his thrusts become more erratic and he starts losing his rhythm. He’s close.

“Shit, Arthur,” you hiss. He chuckles and teases your throbbing nob with his fingers. They go back to tease your sensitive clit and then without warning, you let out a sharp yelp as your orgasm pulses through your body. He grins wickedly and rubs you again and again, sending jerks down to your toes as he prolonges your explosion again.

“Keep it goin’, darlin’,” he grunts.

“Arthur, I…. I can’t…. I’m gonna… gonna…” You pant as another orgasm threatens to overtake you.

“Let it go, sweetheart,” he says, thrusting into you as he circles your clit again and again. On command, you release yourself onto him, turning into jelly as a low scream exits your lungs. As if waiting for you, he suddenly pulls out and releases himself, making a mess on both your stomachs.

“Fuck,” you pant, coming back down to earth. He smiles from down beneath you and then looks down at your joined hips.

“God, darlin’, you know how to make a man happy.”

“Arthur, you did all the work. Let me return the favor,” you say. You slide off of him and begin pumping him with your hands again. Adding to his pleasure, you start kissing all over his neck, chest and stomach. His length is pulsing in your hands, slippery from your own slick. One hand continues to slide up and down his shaft as the other leaves to study the tip, gliding along the slit.

“Fuck!” he groans, his hips bucking up and then he explodes in your hands, adding to the mess on him. You continue pumping him, torturing him as he’d done with you. “Oh, darlin’, please!”

You giggle and then climb back onto him. He grunts and pushes you down again, his length never leaving your folds. He pounds himself into you, clearly working his frustration out on you. He kisses your neck, sucking and licking as your hands squeeze his back.

Within seconds, he releases himself into you. It’s the first time he’s done that. He’s always been careful about not putting his spend into you, but you clearly overworked him.

“Shit,” he says, slumping down onto you. You pat him so he’ll stop crushing you. Your legs are kept spread by his hips, the heat fading into a pleasant fizzle, although you’re definitely going to hurt in the morning. He kisses you soft and gentle, so different from a few moments ago.

“Come on, beautiful,” he says. “Let’s get a shower going.”

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(Y/N) POV:

“In conclusion, these women are nothing more than your typical arrogant Americans who think they are better than the rest of the world based purely off of the fact that they are American.”

“Jesus…” Kelley said as Alex finished reading one of the hundreds of articles about how we are a bunch of bullies. We are currently in a room getting massages and doing recovery as we are talking about controversy that followed last nights game.

“I don’t think I am better because I am American…I think I am better because I’m more talented.” I said earning a few chuckles from some of the girls around the room.

“That might be the attitude that got us into this mess.” Pinoe said as I shrugged my shoulders. “Way to stay humble though…”

“I can’t help how amazing I am….” I said laughing as they shook their heads.

“Kaylyn Kyle is also on Twitter talking about getting death threats after her comments about us.” Alex said as she continued scrolling on her phone.

“Listen, this is the World Cup. Goal differential matters and maybe we celebrated too hard, but again this is the World Cup. I’m going to celebrate every single goal like it’s the last.” I said as there were a few head nods.

“I’m over talking about it already to be honest…” Alex commented as I nodded my head along with her.

“You’re going to get asked a million times about it.” Allie said as she groaned.

“I know…”

“In other news, most of America has decided that they don’t like that you didn’t put your hand on your heart and that you didn’t sing the anthem.” Allie said looking to Pinoe who rolled her eyes.

“We been knew about this…next!” she said as Allie laughed.

“Most of our fans are calling you out for flirting with Alex during the game…” she said looking at me as I grinned.

“I was flirting, and she was flirting back…” I said looking to Alex who blew a kiss at me. I grinned at her sending her a wink as the others groaned.

“Oh hey!” Kelley said looking across to me. “I finally figured out why you and Christen don’t like admitting your best friends…”

“Oh, pray tell…” I said with disinterest as I turned to look at Alex who shot me an amused smile.

“So, when she first got to Utah, I really did think you guys had like a thing…” I could have got whiplash with how fast I turned my head as Alex scowled at Kelley who grinned at us. “Wait…hang on let me explain…”

“You thought we had a thing?” I asked with a disgusted look. “I mean like yeah she’s hot…but like also gross…”

“Excuse me?” I turned to Alex who was now scowling at me.

“I think you’re the hottest person I have ever met…” I said as Allie and Pinoe were practically on the ground cracking up. Alex shot me a look as Kelley continued.

“Yeah I thought you guys had a thing…you spent a lot of time together at each other’s places. So, naturally…I was like they like each other which was confusing because you know as far as I knew Chris and Tobs were together and you were madly in love with Alex…then I realized that yes you were in fact extremely into Alex so I was like okay so they aren’t together…”

I was staring at her in disbelief as Alex just settled on glaring at both of us. Allie was grinning looking back and forth between us as Pinoe was still trying to stop herself from laughing.

“So, it settles that you guys are best friends because you spend a lot of time together, you have your own little inside jokes, and you genuinely just seem to have each other’s backs. You also love to annoy each other, and you hate to admit that you are best friends. Which leads me to believe that you have a very antagonistic friendship. Normally, I would just say these are two people who don’t like each other and leave it at that, but like you do care about each other so much.” She finished as I thought about it. I mean she wasn’t completely wrong, but the idea of admitting that Christen was my best friend just seemed annoying.

“That actually makes a lot of sense. You do love to annoy each other, but your also like one of the first to defend each other. You seem to be pretty informed on each other’s lives and your connection on the field is super strong which would indicate that you are in fact close...” Pinoe commented as I made a face. I turned to face Alex who still looked mildly irritated.

"Look away. I’m not over your comment yet.” She said as I looked back at Kelley who shot me a grin and thumbs up.

“I didn’t know you were such a genius Kelley.” I said sarcastically as she nodded her head.

“I keep telling you…” she said before getting a serious look. “Do you not agree though?”

“I feel like…your half right…”

“I’ll take it.” She said with a wide smile as I rolled my eyes. I finished my massage before everyone else, so I offered to wait with Alex who shot me a small glare.

“Okay. Your still not over the comment…I’ll give you a little space.” I said as I kissed her forehead. “I love you”

As I walked out of the room, my phone rang. I picked it up with a smile when I realized who was calling.

“Well…I didn’t realize that my best friend was such an arrogant jerk.” I laughed at Sebastian’s comment.

“Me neither.” I joked as he laughed.

“We watched the game yesterday. We were very proud of you.” He said as I smiled. “Mom was freaking out when you scored. Though, she does think you could have been nicer to the other team.”

“It’s the World Cup. I don’t have time to go easy on anyone. You can tell Mama Alvarez that I am sorry though.” I said as I approached my room. I opened the door and sat down as I continued talking to him.

“I understand that and I’ll let her know. Santiago thinks you weren’t ruthless enough.”

“Santiago just likes to watch people cry.” I commented earning a chuckle from Sebastian.

“Yeah…how are things though?” he asked as I laid there thinking about it.

“It’s going pretty good. I’m relieved that the tournament has finally begun for us.”

“Yeah I get that…I am really sorry we can’t be there.”

“I know.” I said not wanting to have this conversation again. “You guys all have jobs and lives. It doesn’t just stop because I am playing in the World Cup.”

“Yeah, but I am sure everyone else’s family is there and technically we are your family.” He said as I nodded my head. “We aren’t being a very good family right now.”

“Seb…I don’t want to talk about this right now.” I said as I felt my eyes stinging slightly. “I appreciate everything you guys have done for me…and hopefully I will be able to come home and stay home soon.”

“You’re still trying to do that…” he said with a little bit of shock in his voice. “I thought you were happy in Utah.”

“I am, but I also want to come home and be with you guys…my family.” I said as I heard him sigh.

“Aren’t you worried about the consequences of your actions?”

“A little…there’s no guarantee that anyone finds out what I did…in this case, the reward is worth the risk.”

“Does your girlfriend at least know?”

“No…I need to tell her, so she isn’t blindsided, but it’s not exactly easy saying you fucked over one of your friends…”

“I can only imagine….how are things going between you guys?” he asked me curiously and I couldn’t be more grateful for the subject change.

“It’s going really well…I opened up to her about what happened with my family…”

“Yeah Santiago told me…he said he was super proud of you and so am I…” I smiled a little at his comment of being proud of me. “I imagine it was really difficult for you…”

“Yeah…it’s hard letting people in. She took it all really well though…I was pretty grateful.”

“Santiago said something about her threatening to fight you family…?” I let out a laugh.

“Yeah, she definitely wants to fight them…” I said as I heard the door open. Alex walked in and she still looked a little upset. “Seb I think I need to call you back.”

“Okay. I got to get going anyway. I’ll talk to you later. Love you.”

“Love you too.” I tossed my phone to the side as I watched her move around the room. She was refusing to look at me which only caused me to smile.

“Are you really giving me the silent treatment?” I asked as she glanced at me which only caused me to grin and let out a laugh. “You are…”

“Shut up…” she mumbled as I pouted and stood up. I walked towards her and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind resting my head on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry.” I said as she stopped what she was doing. I took that as encouragement to go on. “I think that you are the most breathtaking thing I have ever seen…the first time I ever saw you was in 2014…I was playing for FCKC and you were playing for Portland and I saw you and you took my breath away. I was too afraid to talk to you because you were Alex Morgan and I was just some random person. Then, I came onto the team and I started to get to know you and when I say I fell completely head over heels…it’s an understatement. I already thought you were beautiful, but you took my whole heart with your mind and the way you look at the world. I was a goner. Completely and irreversibly in love.”

She had completely relaxed into my arms at this point as I swayed us slightly. She had intertwined our fingers as I placed a small kiss on her neck. I turned my head slightly as I looked at her.

“There’s never going to be anyone who means more to me or makes my heart beat the way you do.”

That seemed to be enough as she then turned in my arms slightly bringing her hand up to the back of my neck as she connected our lips. I kept my hands on her waist as the kiss got deeper. Eventually, air became a necessity as she leaned her forehead on mine. Our breaths were short as we stared into each other’s eyes.

“I need you so much.” She said as I nodded my head slightly.

“I need you too.” I said as she leaned in and kissed me again. “Loving you is the only thing that has gotten me through the past couple years…I mean yeah we’ve been together for like a month, but it feels like so much longer than that…”

“I know what you mean…I feel like we’ve been together for years at this point…” I picked her up as I laid us down knowing our best conversations came when we were laying down comfortable with each other. She rolled her eyes but happily accepted my actions.

“I can’t imagine my life without you…” I admitted as she adjusted her position, so she was laying directly on top of me with her head on my chest looking up at me.

“Me neither...I see my future with you and only you.”

“It might be a little premature, but like…I see it all with you…” I said as she gave me a soft look. “I see marriage and kids and having a house near our families and growing old together…” She had a smile on her face as she leaned up to kiss me and then hovered over me.

“Do we have a dog? Or any pets at all?”

“Plenty of pets…a house close to the beach so we can take the kids there…Kelley can teach them to surf. Tobin will try to teach them to skate until one of them falls and then it’s immediately vetoed. Sebastian and Santiago will fight over which one of them is the favorite Uncle while Jeri and Jeni duke it out with Kelley and Sydney and the others over who the favorite Aunt is...we will lose our minds over the amount of people who try to spoil them…” She had a grin on her face as I smiled up at her.

“Everyone knows you buy the love…” she commented as I nodded my head.

“Obviously, I’ll take them to Sebs and Santi’s moms house so she can teach them all the good recipes like she taught me…”

“Oh, I didn’t know you could cook…” she said with a playful smile

“Yeah, it’s one of my many talents, but it’s better they learn from her…”

“Will our kids play soccer?”

“Only if they want to…we wouldn’t want to force them into anything…whatever they decide to do is what we will support…and we are going to love our kids unconditionally…they will know that we would do anything for them. That we will always protect them and care for them and never make them feel like they can’t come to us…” I said getting slightly emotional. She gave me a soft kiss.

“I can’t wait to have kids with you…you’re going to be an amazing parent.” She said as I smiled at her.

“I only want kids if I can have them with you…” I said as she nodded her head.

“How coincidental because I only want kids if they are with you too…” I grinned at her as I leaned up and kissed her with as much passion as I could muster up.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” She smiled at me as I stared into her eyes. “I am sorry by the way…”

“It’s fine. I overreacted. I just get protective because what we have is so special and I don’t want anything or anyone to ruin that.” I gave her a soft smile.

“There isn’t a thing in this world that could take me away from you.” I said as she smiled at me.

The rest of that day and the next few days seemed to fly as we got to the Chile game. Alex was pulled away a little more because of having to do media for the team with Pinoe. So, that sucked. I spent the time she wasn’t around with Christen, Becky, Tierna, and JJ. I sort of rotated between the four. Mainly Christen or Becky though. Becky had been pleasantly surprised upon finding out that I had opened up to Alex about my past. She called it a breakthrough. I disagree, but she’s a little smarter than me so I don’t have enough ground to stand on to disagree.

The game against Chile was going to be a good one. We’d be fools to count them out especially considering they have Christiane Endler. I knew how talented she was, and I wanted to play against her so badly, but alas Alex and I were both not starting because most of the starters were left on the bench to rest. I was disappointed to not get to play but ultimately, I was happy to cheer on the rest of my teammates once the game actually started.

Christen was tearing it up during the whole game, yet she never scored which was injustice given some of her shots. I cringed a little when Carli missed the penalty. I could tell the entire bench was shook as we watched the midfielder miss.

“We are never going to hear the end of this…” I said as Alex gave me a look shaking her head. Though, Kelley shot me a small amused smile. It ended up being okay though because Carli scored two and JJ walked away with one goal. All in all, we were in a good mood because the win meant we were going to knockouts. That was the goal for the first couple games, so we did exactly what we set out to do. So Far.

The next big test would be Sweden and I was pumped to get to play against them. I knew the big storyline was that they had knocked the US out during the Olympics, but I knew it was exhausting to talk about with everyone.

“Well done!” I said giving Christen a hug as the forward smiled. “I’m actually really mad that you didn’t score.”

“It’s fine. We got the win. That’s what matters.” I nodded my head as we walked towards the rest of the team after the game.

“On to the knockouts.” I said as she nodded her head.

“Got to play Sweden first though…”

“Yeah, you nervous for that game?” I asked as she shook her head.

“A little. I know everyone is going to make it about getting knocked out of the Olympics.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking…” I said as we approached our team. We joined the huddle as Jill talked for a few minutes before walking off. Christen and I continued walking as I saw and pulled JJ in for a hug.

“Nice goal my friend…” I said as she smiled at me.

“Thanks!” she said as I kissed her forehead.

“You’re beautiful head.” I joked getting laughs from her and Christen as they hugged.

“It was a good assist.” She said as I nodded. I searched around the field for Tierna and spotted her talking to Kelley and Becky.

“Yeah, I feel like she’s the future of this team…I mean she can do that at her age…where will she be in five years?”

“I know right?” Christen said as we came across Lindsay, Mal, Rose, Sam, and Sonnett. “I used to think the same thing about Mal.”

“What about me?” she asked as she looked between us.

“You had so much potential and now I just think what went wrong…” I said as her jaw dropped, and a pout formed.

“She skipped college and went pro…that’s what happened.” Christen said as I grinned and hit her shoulder getting a smile in return.

“I hate you guys.” Mal said with a pout as I pulled her into me.

“Oh, come on…we are just playing…we love you so much…” I said as the forward tried to get away from me.

“No, you guys are jerks…” she said as Christen let out a laugh.

“The Non-Best friends strike again…” Lindsay said as everyone laughed when Christen and I both immediately made faces at each other and shook our heads.

“Not best friends.” Christen said as I nodded my head to her statement. JJ shook her head as the others immediately started disagreeing with us.

“If you guys aren’t best friends, then Lindsay and Mal never skipped college to go pro.” Sonnet said as Lindsay and Mal both turned to Sonnett with glares. I laughed as I shook my head.

We all then started making our way to the locker room as Christen and I continued talking about the Sweden game…eventually the topic switched to Alex and me.

“Things are going really well…getting pretty serious…” I said as she smiled.

“I’m really happy for you…” she said softly as I looked at her and nodded my head.

“I am equally happy for you and Tobs…but if you tell anyone I said that…”

“I know.” She said before I could finish my sentence. “You’ll kill me.”

When we got into the locker room, I gathered all my stuff. I walked towards Alex who sent me a small smile. I hugged the forward as she stroked the back of my hair.

“To the Knockouts, but first Sweden.” She nodded her head to my statement.

“Got to get past Sweden first.” We exited the locker room and made our way back to the hotel, mostly everyone was pretty tired, so it was off to bed.

As I was laying with Alex in bed, she was tracing patterns on the portion of my skin that was exposed from t-shirt being up a little.

“You’re disappointed you didn’t get to start huh….” She said after a moment. I nodded my head a little.

“Yeah…I was at first at least…I think it’s the first time that I have ever enjoyed just watching the team play…with me not playing at all and you not being on the field either…”

“You like to watch when I play…?” she asked looking up at me.

“Yeah, I am fascinated by everything you do…especially when you play.” She smiled leaning in to give me a kiss.

“You always know just what to say huh…” she said as I grinned and nodded my head.

“Another one of my many talents” she shook her head giving me another kiss.

“Yeah, well go to sleep Ms. Talented” she said turning our light off and snuggling into me.

“I love you.” I said kissing her forehead.

“I love you too.” She mumbled as we both drifted off to sleep.

To Be Continued…

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Lifeguard

warnings: smut smut smut, bad language, the ocean? I think that’s it

a/n: I promised I’d write a Johnny Utah one-shot when I hit 100 followers, so here you go my horny little cuties. ❤️

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You sat in your perch, scanning the beach and water for signs of trouble. The morning sun beat down with relentless heat, and you could feel the sweat trickling down your back. You itched to jump into the salty water to cool down, but you knew you couldn’t leave your station. It was going to be a hot one.

Seeing movement out of the corner of your eye, you glance over to see the single hottest man you have ever laid eyes on is jogging towards the beach with a surfboard under his arm. Johnny Utah. Of course you learned his name a while back, the first day you saw him out hitting the waves. Occasionally he would come talk to you, and then you had to focus all you energy on not raking your eyes up and down his wetsuit covered body. Not that looking into his eyes was any better—it felt like he was staring straight through your soul. Not to mention the way his gaze often flicked down to your mouth as you spoke, making you quiver in place. He was F I N E.

You prayed that he’d come say hi to you and grant you a brief reprieve from your watch. Maybe today I’ll ask why Tyler hasn’t been with him lately…but you let the thought go. He was just talking to you to be nice. He definitely wasn’t interested.

Your shift drags on without incident, and you catch yourself zoning out a couple times. God, I need to focus. You notice an excessive amount of splashing in the distance and you perk up, bringing the whistle to your lips. You whip out your binoculars, and sure enough there’s someone showing every sign of drowning in the stretch of water in front of you. Blowing the whistle wildly, you leap down from your seat and sprint down the sand, buoy in tow. Oh God oh God oh God, you think, heels burning as you pick up the pace. You run in up to you knees, then dive into a freestyle stroke, slicing through the water. You reach a vacant surfboard and dive, grasping for the victim. You blurrily make out a hand, and hook the arm over your shoulder, kicking hard to resurface. You ready yourself to throw this guy back onto his board and tow him back, but when you finally come up for air he starts laughing. Johnny Utah.

“Hey, what the FUCK?!” You push him off you, glaring.

“Sorry sweetheart, you just looked so goddamn sweaty sitting on your little tower…” he catches his lower lip between his lip and skims your outraged face. “Figured I’d cool you off a bit.”

Your mouth drops open. How DARE he… you splash him with water and smirk. “Cute strategy, but if you wanted to get me wet, all you had to do is ask.”

His eyes darken dangerously. “Oh yeah?”

“Oh—oh my god. I didn’t mean it like that! I meant…shit.” Inside, you’re screaming. Everything is on fire. Social interaction? Flirting? Out the window. I just told Johnny motherfucking Utah he could get me wet… You sink into the water in shame, but Johnny pulls you towards him and speaks lowly into your ear.

“Why don’t you and I have a go at that later? I’ll pick you up at 7.”

You gasp and hardly have time to form a coherent thought before he’s back on his board. “See you then!” he calls, winking as he paddles away. Soggy and confused, you paddle back to shore and drag yourself back to your post. Is this a date? A booty call? …Do I care which?

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How do you dress for a date when A.)You haven’t been on a date in forever and B.)You don’t even know what the date is??

You stare in the mirror at yourself, wanting to look your best but not wanting to look like you’re trying too hard. Your salty, windblown hair flows about your face in a way you hope is sexy and not a rat’s nest, and you’ve decided to forego makeup. You throw on a black v-neck tshirt that hugs your frame nicely and a pair of washed out denim shorts. That could work for nearly anything, right?

The doorbell rings and your heart leaps into your throat. It’s him. You snatch up your purse and rush to the door, opening it with shaking fingers. Johnny leans in the doorframe, towering over you with relaxed confidence. Hot damn. Somehow—even though you’ve seen pretty much his entire physique through his tight wetsuit—he looks even more alluring fully dressed. He had on jeans, a white t-shirt that stretched temptingly across his broad chest, and a light jacket. It seemed like he was having similar thoughts as you watched his eyes slowly make their way down your body, and you felt yourself getting damp between your legs. You blushed nervously and broke the silence.

“So… where to?”

He grinned in response. “You’ll see.” He led you to his car and opened the passenger door for you. A gentleman. As you slid past him and into the seat you felt an electric heat radiating off him, and as you caught a whiff of his woody cologne you had to resist grabbing him and taking him right there. You could sense the danger lurking beneath the surface of his manners, and boy did it turn you on. He had you shaking and he hadn’t done a single thing.

You couldn’t help but notice how sexy he looked driving; his face relaxed but seemingly chiseled from stone, long legs bent slightly as they worked the gas and the clutch with ease. His left hand draped over the wheel and his right gripped the shifter with confidence. You wonder what it would look like gripping something else. His hands are so huge…You imagine one reaching over and hooking into your thigh, and you sigh lightly at the image. To your surprise, Johnny does just that. He had been stealing glances at you the whole ride, noticing how delicious your lips looked, how soft your skin must be. He couldn’t stand to not be touching you, so he slides his right hand off the stick and lightly grazes your thigh with his fingertips, as if asking for permission. You lock eyes, and try to telecommunicate your thoughts into his brain. YES, please god do it Johnny.

He must get the message. His long fingers wrap around your inner thigh and squeeze it slightly, thumb tracing small circles into your skin. He turns his eyes back to the road, but you see a small smile playing at the edge of his lips. Every so often he has to remove his hand to shift to a different gear, and in the absence of his warmth you get goosebumps. Each time his hand returns, it has moved slightly higher up your leg. Your heart is pumping so loud in your chest you swear he could probably hear it, but you don’t care. Suddenly you realize you’d let him do anything to you, and you’re a little scared of your own libido. As if he’s had the same realization, you feel Johnny’s fingers sliding partially into the leg of your shorts, slowly caressing the smooth skin only a few inches below your panty line. You inhale sharply and stare at him with raw need in your eyes. You no longer care if he thinks you’re desperate—you are.

He glances over at the sound you make, and you see him take you all in: legs splayed open, hands gripping the armrests, eyes wild and lips parted, breathing his name. He feels his blood rush somewhere south, and the zipper of his pants digs into him as he throbs with desire. “Shit,” he mumbles, and moves his hand to cup your heat through your shorts possessively.

You grind against him for a minute before taking his hand in yours. You massage his palm with your thumbs, then place a warm kiss in the center. He glances between you and the road frantically, torn between safety and watching your every move. You kiss each of his fingertips lightly, loving the feeling of your mouth on his slightly salty skin. Your last shred of dignity thrown out the window, you flatten your tongue and run it up his index and middle fingers—base to tip. He lets out a low moan and you notice his growing erection. Good. You eye his zipper and begin to contemplate if you could suck his dick without hitting your head on the steering wheel, when he whips the car to halt.

“Wait here,” he commands, though he looks like he really doesn’t want to leave you. He strides to the back of the car and pulls something out of the trunk. You can’t make out what it is before he disappears over the crest of a grassy hill. You wait patiently, and he returns empty handed. He approaches your door and opens it, holding out a hand to help you up. You take it, clinging to him for dear life as you follow him on shaky legs. He leads you over the hill and you gasp.

“Oh, Johnny…”

The sun was setting on one of the most beautiful views you had ever seen. You stood next to him on what looked like the edge of the world. The ocean stretched out before you, glinting pink and gold flecks in the dying light. He had laid out a large blanket on the hill facing the sun, and had even brought a box of donuts. You look up at him, not knowing what to say.

“I uh, thought you might like to watch the sunset,” he said, shuffling his feet a little. He looks so sweet, but he had also teased you the whole way there, and you were dying to kiss him. So you do.

You step up to him, placing both your hands on his chest and feeling his heartbeat thudding as fast as yours. You lean up to his face, parting your lips, and he meets you halfway there. His large hands cup the sides of your face, and you melt into each other. He playfully nips at your bottom lip and you moan into his mouth at the sensation, allowing his tongue to enter. If you had been kissed before, you couldn’t remember. When Johnny Utah kissed you, everything else slid away and all that was left was your mouths and your bodies, wrapped in ecstatic embrace.

Without breaking contact, Johnny swept you up in his arms and laid you out on the blanket beneath him. He shed his jacket and propped himself up on his forearms, hovering over your face. He looked at you like he wanted to devour you, chocolate eyes lapping up every feature on your face.

“Want a donut?”

You’re confused at the change of pace, but quickly comply when it becomes obvious he means to feed it to you. He brings a powdery pastry to your lips, and he watches intently as you take a bite. Powdered sugar falls over your chin and chest, but he licks it up, peppering your skin with kisses along the way. Your entire body lights up at his every touch, and your arousal is beginning to soak through your underwear. You loved the gentle attention he was showering you with, but dammit you needed him NOW.

You tug at his shirt, pulling it up over his head and trailing your fingers up and down his bare back. He grins at you, grabbing yours. He pulls your shirt up but traps your wrists within the cloth, pinning your arms above your head as he trails his tongue down the line of your bra. You squirm beneath him, crying out in frustration and pleasure as he teases. You nip at his neck and he moans your name into your ear and its the hottest thing you’ve ever heard.

“Please—” you whimper, biting at his ear, “Please fuck me Johnny. I’ve never wanted something so bad…”

In one swift movement he lifts you out from under him and places you in his lap. You rut against him, desperately straddling his waist as he unclasps your bra. He nuzzles into your breasts, sucking on your nipples while his hands get to work on unbuttoning your pants. You feel hot streaks of pleasure shooting to your core at the suction of his mouth, and you wind your fingers through his dark hair, unable to resist tugging at him slightly.

Johnny practically throws you back down on the blanket and roughly strips you of your shorts. He kisses his way back up the inside of your leg, then tugs at the edges of your underwear with his teeth. You want to kill him. If he keeps teasing you like this, you think you might actually explode. You reach down and fumble at his belt, unhooking it and unbuttoning his pants. He helps you remove the rest of his clothing, and you gasp as his cock swings free. I’ve seen him in a wetsuit but I never knew it was THIS big…

He slides his length over your now soaking undergarments, creating friction on your clit that causes you to cry out. You gaze up at his muscular form, silhouetted in gold by the setting sun. His hair hangs partially over his eyes as he stares into your soul and pulls your panties to the side. You feel so exposed and sinful doing all this outside, the threat of being caught heightening all your senses.

“Tell me you want it,” he growls, on the edge of losing control. His dick throbs in his hand, almost painful with neglect.

“I want it! I want it Johnny…”

“What was that? I didn’t hear you.” He smirks, swirling his tip seductively around your dripping entrance.

“I WANT IT,” you practically shout. “Fuck me, PLEASE!”

Right as “please” leaves your lips, he thrusts inside you and a guttural moan leaves his lips as you scream in pleasure, curling your toes.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby girl.” You feel every inch of his cock slowly pulling out of you, slick with your own wetness. You whimper, wanting to be full again, nails raking down his back. He slams his hips back into you and works his way to a rhythm, bringing your legs up so your knees hook over his shoulders. He leans down and pushes in deeper than you though possible, muttering delicious obscenities in your ear before sticking his tongue in your mouth to muffle your moans. You snatch up one of his hands and suck on two of his fingers vehemently, needing some sort of outlet and knowing what it would do to him. His eyes roll back in his head.

“SHIT. Y/n, I need you to do something for me,” he leans in close, breath tickling your ear.

“YES. Anything! Anything Johnny!”

He bites your earlobe and begins swirling your clit with his thumb, motions of firm confidence.

“I want you…” he growls through gritted teeth, “to come for me.”

His words send you over the edge, and you tighten around him, screaming his name. He clutches you to his chest and fucks you hard, chasing his own orgasm and prolonging yours. Finally you feel him shudder with release, and you wrap your legs around him, holding him inside you. He collapses against your chest, panting.

“Thank you…” you mutter, running your hands through his hair and down his sweaty back. He groans in delight.

“You’re perfect, baby girl.”

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You hold each other as the sun finally dips below the horizon, and Johnny wraps the blanket around you both. He kisses your forehead lightly, pushing your hair away from your face. He looks down at you with so much compassion you could almost cry.

“Well,” he laughs, “I think we got you sufficiently wet.”

You smack him playfully and cuddle into him, both drifting off into a post-orgasm slumber.

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