Alright, real quick before the first game of the NWSL season kicks off, a few predictions.
First, here's how I think things are ultimately going to shake out at the end of the season:
Reign - after winning the Shield last year, the Reign have not lost many of their key players, and have added or re-integrated a few new ones, including Elyse Bennett and Emily Sonnett. Barring any injuries or extended absences during the regular season for national team duties, I think they're probably in a good position to repeat.
Thorns - just like the Reign, the Thorns did not lose many key players after winning the Championship game. They still have Sophia Smith, who will undoubtedly be scoring a ton of goals, and Crystal Dunn will be back on the field for them as well. I'm giving the nod to the Reign for the Shield again only because I think they are more consistent, and because I think they're better structured to survive any losses to international breaks.
Current - the Current dramatically exceded expectations last season, and have made some serious moves in the offseason, but I think they will still have a few flukey moments this season (especially given their first week's injury report). They'll do well, but won't quite make it into the top two.
Wave - much like the Thorns and the Reign, the Wave did well last season, and have kept their roster mostly intact. They did lose Carly Telford, one of the best backup goalkeepers in the league, to retirement, and I think they'll struggle a bit in any games where Kailen Sheridan is out. They also have a lot of young talent, but if Alex Morgan and/or Taylor Kornieck has a drop-off from last year, it will be difficult for them to do much better than they did last year.
Dash - Diana Ordoñez, Ebony Salmon, Maria Sánchez. With that forward line, the Dash will do better than they did last season, but I'm not sure that they have the players behind them to make it comfortably into the top four.
Gotham - With the return of Allie Long and the additions of Lynn Williams and Yazmeen Ryan, as well as goalkeeper Abby Smith, I think they will have a much better season than they did last year. However, despite having apparently every outside back in the league, I'm still not convinced by their defense, especially after losing Estelle Johnson, so I think they'll just scrape their way into the first round of the playoffs.
Spirit - The Spirit can't do worse than they did last year, right? (They absolutely can). I have a lot of questions about why they are structuring their defense they way they are, but based on everything we've heard from them, I think they're prepared to come into the season fighting. I think they will have a slow start, but ultimately come together to make a playoff push, although they won't quite make it in.
Angel City - This is really dependent on how soon Christen Press or Syd Leroux can get back on the field - even if they were both ready to go this week, I wouldn't have Angel City too high, but probably in the playoffs. However, as it is, they don't seem to have made too many moves to strengthen their midfield, which was a big issue for them last year, and without players who can make something out of nothing, I don't think they can do better than they did last year.
Racing - They've made a lot of solid signings in the offseason, but it never seemed like a lack of talent was their issue so much as team cohesion and tactics. With Carson Pickett and Uchenna Kanu, they could be a really exciting team, but I'll believe it when I see it.
Red Stars - Their entire midfield is new to the team, if not the league. Mallory Swanson (much like Christen Press) can often make something out of nothing, but I don't think it will be enough this season.
Pride - Seriously, where are all of the NWSL's midfielders?? (Kansas City, apparently). Marta is back, Messiah Bright is going to light things up, as will Ally Watt, but they are really lacking standout players in any other line.
Courage - This feels unlikely, given how the Courage seem to pull a rabbit out of a hat literally every season, but maybe this is the one where karma catches up to them. They lost so many of their goal scorers, and while they've brought a few new forwards in, many of them are young or new to the league, and I think it will take too long to develop the cohesion and feel for the system.
Predictions for this week's games:
Courage vs. Current: 1 - 2
Wave vs. Red Stars: 1 - 1
Spirit vs. Reign: 1 - 2
Thorns vs. Pride: 3 - 1
Dash vs. Racing: 2 - 2
Angel City vs. Gotham: 2 - 2
Basically, I think it's going to be a very exciting opening week - no shutouts! Go watch!
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sweet treat ; joe pickett x reader
summary: Joe and his girls help the neighbourhood baker plan the seasonal menu.
warnings: teeny bit of angst, but mostly fluff!
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'What are we, little lady?' ;
He never thought he'd drag his own ass out of bed by his girls on his day off to help the cute lil' baker with the seasonal menu. Though it didn't take long to convince him for obvious reasons, he was worried you'd rather work alone, more so with what he assumed would be a busy month. But, with his eldest telling him that it was you who offered them to tag along, he gave in and hoped that she was right.
Their excitement grew as they were getting closer and closer to their destination, including Joe, who hid his hands in his pockets, hoping it wouldn't sweat any more than it already did.
Upon entering the bakery, Joe immediately noted the slight changes to the place; dried flower wreaths, decorative tree branches, mood-matching fairy lights, that little witch hat sticker on the glass display.
Okay, maybe he has spent a lot of time here to be able to notice such details so quickly.
"Is that who I think it is?" They perked up at the sing-song voice coming from the kitchen, beaming as you peeked your head out of the door, "Morning, girls!"
"(Y/N)!" The girls cheered, running up to you, where you lifted the flip-up countertop to greet them. He watched you quickly dust off the flour off your apron before kneeling down for a group hug. He was barely able to control the giddy smile, instead, he opted for a gentle one.
"I see you two brought company," You raised your brows at the man in question, "I take it that the girls used their secret weapon on you to bring you here?" You knew he wasn't spared from the puppy dog eyes that even you couldn't resist, though, deep down, you were thanking the heavens that they had such an ability.
"He's helping us today!" You looked at Sheridan in surprise, albeit more so pleasant than anything, missing the way Joe tensed up.
"Really?" When your focus was back on their father, he was already looking at his shoes, shifting in place.
"Mhm, He wanted to!" Lucy's response had your lips parted just a little. Your heart had already skipped a beat when you saw him at the door, now, it was close to stopping now that you'd heard that his arrival wasn't just to drop the girls off.
"Did he now?" You asked no one in particular, trying to think of an answer without sounding too giddy about it, "Well, if he came here willingly just to taste the treats, he could've just said so."
Your collective giggles put him at ease, prompting him to chuckle. He was partially thankful that he didn't have to rack his brain for an explanation.
"You caught me," He spoke for the first time since his arrival, "Should've known that my girls would throw me under the bus."
"What can I say?" You grinned at the two before giving him a closed-eye smile, "We girls like to share secrets."
I hope not.
He prayed that wasn't entirely true. He wasn't ready, physically or mentally. Even if he didn't have to worry, judging by your relationship with the girls, and somewhere at the back of his mind, he knew Marybeth would've wanted him to move forward. If he was going to proceed with this, he'd want to make it special.
For both you and his girls.
"Yeah? Then, should I worry 'bout you giving my girls a sugar rush, too?" His lighthearted remark caused you to snort.
"There's not a lot, I promise. I just need the validation of my best customers so I'll know what exactly the neighbourhood likes," You pursed your lips, "Oh, and well, your approval, too, I guess."
You grinned as he placed his hand over chest, feigning offense at your statement.
"Shall we get started? I'm sure you three have stuff to do," You stood up from your position.
"Not at all," Joe reassured, "The week's been pretty slow for us." The girls nodded at his statement.
"Well, whatever the case is, I'm grateful, truly," You've always adored the Pickett's. Other than your infatuation for a certain someone, the sisters, too, have a special place in your heart. Even if your day was crappy, their presence could lift your mood in a snap, "C'mon, I've got everything set up."
By the time they arrived, your pecan snickerdoodles had just cooled on the rack. Rather than making the common ol’ pie out of it, you wanted to kick it up a notch, much like the rest of your new seasonal menu, with some help, of course. You have yet to familiarize yourself with the comfort foods here, despite having lived in Wyoming for over six months now, so you needed the aid of true locals, and who better to ask than the Pickett’s?
You didn’t even have the time to ask their opinion on the cookies when they immediately told you to put them on the menu. One of the reasons is being a moreish grab-and-go; the town isn’t always busy, but everyone would always have something to do, so they’d be pleased to have a sweet treat ready in hand, no matter where they are. You couldn’t argue with that, in fact, it was a win-win situation.
With one down, you told them other sets of treats you had in mind, hoping to find two more that could potentially win the hearts of the neighbourhood.
“Pumpkin doughnut sounds nice!”
“But pumpkin cupcakes sounds better!” You didn’t have to ask Joe to know that there was going to be a little argument over this. Luckily for you, he caught on.
“Girls, not in front of the little lady.” His warning was soft but firm enough that they muttered ‘sorry’ to you. You felt bad, knowing they just wanted to help and thought of an idea.
“Tell you what,” You stood between both sisters, stroking their backs, “One day, we can make both the doughnuts and cupcakes, just for you guys,” Their eyes sparkled, looking at you with a silent ‘really?’, “I promise. For now, how about we stick with some good ol’ pumpkin pie?” They didn’t oppose it, so you turned to Joe, “What’d you think, Joe?”
“Can never go wrong with the classics.” He agreed, curtly nodding when you mouthed him a ‘thank you’ for easing the situation with the two. Their slight tension immediately disappeared when they asked you what a crumb cake tasted like. You thought they were joking, but the curiosity in their eyes and even Joe’s head tilt had you realizing that they were in fact, not kidding around.
So, you knew what you had to do.
The four of you got started with the pumpkin pie, considering how long both baking and chill time it would take. You and Sheridan prepared the filling while Lucy and her father worked on the crust you made in the morning. You couldn’t hide your amusement at how the duo were so careful, especially when Lucy repeatedly whispered to him to be careful as he transferred the dough to the pie dish.
"Sorry ma'am." He apologized, despite the guiltless smile on his face at Lucy's pouty glare.
Thirty minutes into its baking time, the girls were still playing tag in the dining area while Joe helped you wipe the cutleries you've washed. Just then, you noticed him looking over the bowl of cream you just whipped.
"Don't think I didn't see you dip your finger in the cream, mister," He whirled around, eyes wide and lips still wrapped around his pinky before he raised his hands in defense. You nearly broke out of your demeanour just remembering how he licked the side of his lips, "What will the girls say if they ever saw their father do such a crime?"
"They'd probably join me," He shrugged.
"Are you accusing them of something, Mr Pickett?"
"I'm just speaking the truth, ma'am," He rested his side against the counter next to you, "They're only behaving now, but God knows if they'd stay that way the next time y'all have another baking party."
"'Next time', huh?" You smirked, hiding your excitement with a teasing look.
"I—" The realization had him snapping his lips shut in a thin line, even praying that the girls would barge in, "Well, I don't doubt that the girls love spending time with you."
"I love spending time with them, too," You put away the last dish, wiping your hands with the rag perched on your shoulder before turning to him, "Between you and me, they're my favourite kids in the neighbourhood."
"Because they visit here almost every day?" He snorted, even if he, too, visited the bakery often.
"Okay, that, too," You pushed his shoulder lightly, "I mean, they've always been… the highlight of my day, y’know? Always sparing their time asking how I've been, even making friends with my staff. They, well, the three of you, are more than just my valued customers."
It was your turn to feel shy, but also nervous, afraid you've crossed the line with your rambling. You nearly said something that could've potentially ruined what you have with the Pickett's, so you stopped there.
But, that man was sharp-eyed.
"Yeah?" He began, sounding more intrigued than you thought, "Then, what are we, little lady?"
His emphasis on 'we' made you wonder if he was talking about all three of them or just Joe himself.
His hand slid across the counter, approaching yours slowly as if he feared he was overstepping boundaries. You didn't move, in fact, you were hoping that he was going to do what he had in mind.
Your breath hitched at the feel of his warm touch. No doubt his hands were bigger, encompassing yours with no problem.
You stared into his eyes, entranced by its ocean blue hue as he waited for your response with much wonder and dare you say, eagerness.
"Joe, I—"
Ding!
The tiny footsteps that approached the kitchen door had you both pulling away at the same time. You were caressing your hand with the other subconsciously, missing the warmth you felt just moments ago. Joe wasn't doing any better, clenching that same fist as if he didn't believe what he did.
"Girls, you're just in time!" You sported a tight smile, partially disappointed that the moment had to end but at the time, thankful that it did; you weren't sure how to answer even if he had given you a day for it, "The pie just got done baking but we gotta leave in the oven for a little bit so it doesn't crack at the top. Is it okay if we work on the crumb cake first?"
"Okay!"
"Cool, cool," You clasped your hands together before turning to Joe, "Uh, could you put the cream in the fridge for a bit, Joe?"
"Right, right." He gave you a thumbs-up, turning around with the bowl in his hand and muttering 'fuck' before making his way to the fridge. Yet, it wasn't out of regret. Not when he was certain that you never did try to push him away.
Throughout the second baking, you and Joe have been exchanging shy looks, which was definitely not a bad thing. Whether or not the girls noticed, you definitely didn't want to find out. His touch lingered till the very end of your activity, even after two hours. His hands were rough, a stark contrast to how gentle he caressed yours. You wouldn't be surprised if he heard how fast your heartbeat grew the second he stood right in front of you.
In the end, you took a piece each for leftovers, a couple of all three treats for the Pickett's and the remaining for the dear old lady and her huge family that you'd often bump into almost every morning.
"Oh wow, it's three already?" Being the last person to leave the kitchen, you gasped at the time, "I made you guys miss lunch! I'm so sorry!"
"Hey, hey, hey, none of that now," Joe interrupted before you could even repeat your apologies, "Had you been doing these all on your own, who knows when you'd take a break," He had a point; you would've been so caught up with work that you wouldn't even realized your own needs.
"Maybe…" You scratched your cheek, "But you guys must be hungry. I know all that sugar couldn't cut it."
You watched as the Pickett's glanced at one another, possibly communicating telepathically before Joe opened his mouth.
"Tell you what," He began, "We don't want you feeling guilty over this 'cause mind you, I—we," He corrected, though everyone caught on pretty quickly, "We had a great time. And here, I thought, I'd leave the place covered in flour."
He preened as your guilt turned into soft giggles.
"But what I'm trying to say is, how's about you join us for lunch?"
You straightened up at his offer.
"You want me to join you guys for lunch?"
"I don't see why not. Girls?" Your eyes dropped to the sisters', not expecting the puppy eyes. He chuckled, noticing their little game, too, "Well, there you go."
"I…" You weren't even sure if the girls leaning forward for your answer was just your own imagination, "I'd love to."
Oh, how wish Joe could cheer the way the girls did, so one could imagine the self-control he needed to respond with a smile.
"Good. Now, come on," The girls walked ahead of the two of you, giving him an opportunity to talk to you one-on-one, "I know a joint who makes good biscuits."
"Oh yeah? Better than mine?"
"You don't make biscuits… Right?" He furrowed brows, trying to remember if you ever did.
"You don't know that, I could make a mean batch," You crossed your arms, "Why, you doubting me, sheriff?"
He playfully rolled his eyes, though the upturn of his lips gave it away. Even after months of knowing you, you still loved to call him sheriff. You argued that it had a better ring to calling him 'Sheriff Pickett' rather than warden or chief.
Not that he minded, really.
"Hey, I never said I did," He stated as-a-matter-of-factly, "But I am going to need proof."
"Careful, sheriff," You tutted, "You might not like it when I'm right."
"Oh, 'when', not 'if'? Pray tell what's it in if it works in your favour?" He moved an inch closer to you, his breath growing heavier when your eyes locked.
"Who knows?" You took him by surprise when sidestepped out of his vision, a cheeky grin at his blinking state, "Only time will tell."
You exited the bakery, taking the seconds-long chance to regulate your burning skin before laughing with the girls as they chased around you. Joe, being the one who offered to close up the shop for you, finally let out a mix between a sigh and a chuckle as he watched the wholesome moment from the window.
Not once did you or Joe ever forget about whatever happened in the kitchen nor did any of you tried to. At this point, there was no way you could mistake it for anything else and yet, you were still too scared to make a move.
Guess you were right about one thing.
Only time will tell.
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