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The Call Up - Leah Williamson HIWTHI

Steph Catley x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Universe Masterlist! (Home Is Where The Heart Is)

Summary: You start to question your next season and what club you will continue your career at, your fellow Aussie teammates help you out. But the discussion isn't long when you get a call.

Warnings: None!

Authors Note: Hey guys! This is short but I haven't posted in a while so here you go!

Living in Australia was amazing. Being so close to home all the time was even better. You never left Australia, your home country, to play for another team.

Playing for Melbourne was life changing. It was like being playing on a team, but the entire team was your close friends and family. You never really thought about going anywhere else, when the time came for your contract to be up, another one was made and you stayed.

But lately you were getting a little bored at Melbourne, it was fun and all but it was just the same thing over and over again. You where thinking about a change of scenery, or a change of teams?

You started talking about it when you were on camp with the Matildas, in the hotel room with Steph, Kyra, harper, and Mini. You were laying on the bed on your side, watching Kyra and Steph make a stupid tiktok while mini was playing with Harper.

"Guys I think I want to leave Melbourne." You blurt out loudly, staring at the women in the room for a response.

They all turn towards you, both Steph and Kyra stopping their dance at the same time and turning their heads to you.

Mini and was also looking at you while harper was pulling at her hair.

"Why? Has something happened?" Mini asks with concern in her voice, both Steph and Kyra walk over to the bed you are siting on.

"No, I mean, I don't know. I just kinda want a change in my daily life." Mini nods at that, wincing as Harper pulled her hair a little too hard.

"Where do you want to go? You know Arsenal is a great club-" Kyra starts talking but is cut off my Mini.

"So is West Ham." She adds causing both Kyra, Steph, and Mini to start arguing about their clubs.

Rolling their eyes you speak up to end the fight.

"Arsenal sent me a email saying they want me, I just don't know if its the right choice." Steph and Kyra give each other high fives at the sound of arsenal, stopping mid way when you finish your sentence.

"I feel like you should take some time and think about it, its a big change and you should make the decision when you know that 100% what you want." Katrinas words make you start to think about it, maybe you didn't want to leave is what you told yourself. But you knew deep down you did want to leave, you just couldn't bring yourself to accept it.

Melbourne practically raised you. Spending your childhood on the youth team and young adult hood on the pro level.

Leaving would result in leaving that all behind, the friends and memories would stay on that field, but not you.

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You were working out with the Matildas, in the training room with Caitlin and Steph at your sides as you three do weights.

Laughing and talking about the upcoming season made the questioning of a new club arise once more.

"Have you decided?' Steph asked as she put down a 20 pound dumbbell.

"No, well I have been thinking about arsenal, but I haven't got a call yet." You saw spark in both of their eyes at the mention of their club, and the thought of you going and joining them.

"You should soon, your a great player and they have asked for you before." Caitlin says as she goes to grab a weight.

You nod and go back to thinking about the call.

Yeah they called for you before, but will they want you again?

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It was 10:24 am exactly when you got a call from an unknown number.

You were sitting in the lobby of the hotel eating breakfast with Kyra, Steph, Caitlin, and Alanna. Laughing at Steph and Kyra using funny snapchat filters of each other.

"Oh hang on guys someone is calling me." You don't look at them while you speak, staring at the phone wondering who this could be.

"Hello?" You answer the phone and a man responds back.

"Hey is this Y/n Y/L/N?" Your heart drops, what in the world is going on, how does this person know your name?

"Umm yes it is why, has something happened." Everyone at the table looked up at you with confusion on their face.

"Well we called from the Arsenal and we have looked at your stats and your season history at Melbourne and we would like for you to sign with us." You start smiling and look up at Kyra and Steph.

They continue to look at you in concern and you whisper, "Its arsenal" and they start yelling and cheering, causing weird looks from your teammates.

"Shhhhh" You hush them and go back to the phone. "Yes! Yes I would love to."

"Great news! We will meet you in a month when the new season starts up! Can't wait to have you!"

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caitlin clark x fem!reader

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after tweaking her ankle, what caitlin needs is some r & r.

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comfort fluff explicit language light explicit smut NSFW

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I got kind of carried away with this one, so it may be a bit chaotic. not a lot of smut, but i thought it worked. thanks for the request. hope yall enjoy! love yall.

Watching Caitlin play always made me unbelievably nervous. It is not that I doubt her skill. I’m not crazy. I mean her constant record breaking, insane scoring, and media attention speak for themselves. I can’t deny that she looks absolutely amazing when she plays the game that she loves, but game day came with so many unknowns. In a perfect world, everyone would play their best every game and the better team would always win. Unfortunately, that wasn’t usually the case. People have off games, refs make bad calls, and sometimes good teams just lose. As nervous as I got, all of that faded when I saw that look on her face. A look of pure joy, passion and excitement. Few things are more beautiful than seeing the person you love accomplish everything that they’ve worked for. I wouldn’t miss one of her games for the world. Every little thing that she did was just more proof of her outstanding talent.There were few things that Caitlin hated more than losing. Those things definitely worried me, but there was another unknown that was worse. Injuries. 

Caitlin had been lucky to avoid major injury during her collegiate career, but that wasn’t the case for other talented players. Hearing about the horrific injuries that other talented players like Paige Bueckers and Azzi Fudd of UCONN and Rori Harmon of Texas and so many others have gone through just reminds you how easily your season could end. It certainly didn’t help knowing the strain that the point guard put on her body. She averages over 30 minutes a game. Her coach has even gone on record to say that she doesn’t take Caitlin out of games when they are winning by a lot. On top of that the brunette is known for selling her fouls as much as possible. She frequently comes to our shared apartment covered in bruises, but that’s just what happens when you are a household name. Defenses are coming after you with the sole goal to shut you down. It didn’t make it any easier on me though. Watching her get shoved and fall to the ground never failed to make my heart stop. Especially when the refs refused to make the obvious call.

When Saturday finally came around, I was pretty nervous. Indiana was typically a tough game for the Hawkeyes  Plus, the game was being streamed on FOX which was a big deal for this team. I vividly remember Caitlin’s buzzer beater against Indiana last year. I don’t think I’d ever seen Caitlin so excited since we started dating. It was moments like those that made up for all the times I held my breath waiting for her to get up or when she would be gone for what felt like weeks at a time. 

We started the day with our normal game day routine. Caitlin had to be at CHA at 1 PM for shoot around before the game at 7 PM. We slept in until about 8:30 which was pretty impressive for Caitlin who typically woke up before the sun. We didn’t actually get out of bed for another hour. I couldn’t bring myself to leave her warm embrace. Once we finally got up, we made breakfast together as the sun shined in through the window of our shared apartment. This had become somewhat of a tradition for the two of us. Intimate moments like this were hard for us to come by during the season. Caitlin had made it a point to spend home game day mornings at home with you. Small domestic things like this helped to calm her nerves and get her in the right mindset. Caitlin was one of the clingiest people I’ve ever met, so it was no surprise that she spent every moment she could with me.

As I cooked our eggs, bacon, and toast, her arms were wrapped around my waist as she stood behind me the entire time. I’d be lying if I said that it wasn’t absolutely adorable the way she followed me around. Once we sat down to eat, her hand was glued to my thigh as we talked about the upcoming game. Caitlin had a habit of rambling about the things that she was passionate about, basketball and occasionally the Chiefs. She explained the whole scouting report and their game plan for the day while we ate. Most of it went over my head, but I just loved to see how invested she got into games.

After we ate, I washed the dishes before helping her straighten her hair. This was probably my favorite tradition. It started the first night I spent at her place back when she was a freshman. We had spent a lot longer in her bed that morning than we did this morning. She eventually had to get up and get ready. That's when I learned that she straightened her hair before every game. I obviously wanted to help in any way that I could, so I did it for her. Of course, she went on to have a 30 point triple double which she insisted was a result of me doing her hair. Now she claimed it was her good luck charm, so I did her hair everyday. I think it was just an excuse for us to spend time together, but she insisted it wasn’t. 

As we made our way to the vanity as she sat down, I grabbed her brush and gently ran it through her brown locks. I plugged her flat iron in before spraying her hair with heat protectant. I quickly traded the brush for my hands as I gently ran my fingers through her hair. My nails lightly scratched her head as she relaxed into me. She leaned back against me. I sectioned her hair into 3 parts. I then started to straighten her relatively straight hair. We sat in a comfortable silence that was occasionally interrupted by her giggles as my touch sent shivers down her body. Once it was straightened to her liking, I brushed it into a perfect ponytail with no bumps. Finally, I slipped on her pre wrap headband. I placed a quick kiss on her head before speaking. “All done sweet girl!” I announce proudly. As much as I pretended to be annoyed by her clinginess, it was actually one of my favorite things about her. I loved to spend time with her as much as she did. 

“It looks perfect. Thank you baby.” She cocked her head to the side to ensure that there were no bumps. She slipped her ponytail to stand up and face me. Her hands found their place on my hips as she connected our lips. I couldn’t help but slightly giggle at her forward approach, but I quickly wrapped my arms around her neck an I kissed her back. Before I realized what was happening, her hand slid under my thighs, so she could pick me up. This only made me giggle again. She walked us back into our room where she set me on the bed. She kept our lips connected as she gently pushed me onto our bed. I pulled back and shook my head at the brunette. 

“Cait, you need to finish getting ready. You need to leave in like 30 minutes . Plus, it’s like a blizzard out there.” I giggled at her as her lips found their way to my neck. I tried to shimmy away from her. 

“Princess, you know I can do a lot in 30 minutes,” she teased as she continued to trail her lips towards my chest. “Plus it’s part of our routine. We can’t just skip it.” I rolled my eyes at her, yet a smile was still glued to my face. She was a really hard person to say no to. It’s not like I didn’t want this to happen. I had been waiting for this all morning, but I still had to attempt to be somewhat responsible. 

“Fine, I’ll give you 15 minutes.” I conceded. I felt her lips form a smirk against my collarbones. My hands rested lightly on the back of her neck as my breaths quickened from her touch. 

“Baby, I only need 10.” Her hands quickly slid under my shirt and she pulled the cloth over my head to expose my bare chest. She clearly wasn’t wasting any time. Her hands found my boobs. She squeezed them gently before wrapping her lips around my nipple and sucking lightly. This immediately elicited a soft moan from my lips as my back arched to bring our bodies closer. She continued to move down my torso, leaving sweet kisses as she went. I grabbed her shirt in an effort to get her to take it off. She giggled against my skin once she got the message. She sat up and pulled her shirt off while maintaining perfect eye contact with me. I bit down on my lip before pulling her back down to meet my lips. My hands cupped her cheeks while her's moved down to the waistband of my pajama pants. I moaned into her mouth. Her fingers quickly found their way under my thong as she softly rubbed circles over my clit. My head fell back to break the kiss as pleasure coursed through my body. Her finger quickly sped up causing me to practically scream. My nails clawed at her back as my hips bucked to meet her movements. 

“Fuck Cait…” I whined as I got extremely close to finishing. Caitlin could clearly sense that, so she gently pushed one of her fingers inside of me with a smirk plastered on her face. It was a smirk that I couldn’t see on account of my eyes being squeezed shut. She speed up her finger as they curved perfectly inside of me

“You look so pretty like this,” she whispered against my lips before placing soft kisses on my cheeks. Her words only made my moans more intense.  My legs slowly spasmed as I finished on her fingers. My breathing was heavy and rapid as the brunette helped me through my orgasm. She slowly pulled her finger out and placed a kiss on my lips. I kissed her back until she pulled back to stand up and change. 

“I told you I only needed 10 minutes.” She had checked the time on her phone.  I laughed at her cocky attitude. 

“What about you?” I asked softly. 

“We don’t have time for that right now, but you can return the favor after the game.” She smirked before starting to get ready.

When she turned around, I noticed the red scratches that I left down her back. I couldn’t hold back the giggle that left my mouth at the sight. Caitlin turned around to look at me with a confused look on her face as she scrunched her eyebrows. 

“Are you laughing at me?” she said with a small smile on her lips.

“No, no, I’m not, I swear!” I protested with a slight smirk still on my face. “It’s uh just…”  I paused as I considered not telling her about the marks on her back. “Um maybe you should go look at your back-” I said quietly. Caitlin finished pulling her sports bra on before heading to the bathroom and turning around to look in the mirror.

“Oh fuck, that’s hot.” She called out to me. “It’s okay. My jersey should cover it.” She said as she walked back into our room. She placed a quick kiss on my lips before she pulled on her Hawkeyes shooting shirt and a pair of shorts. “The girls may have a few questions though,” she winked. I stayed curled up in our bed as I watched her grab her bag. She stood there for a moment as I could tell that she was going over a list of everything she needed. She grinned when she realized that she had everything that she needed. Then, she turned to speak to me before she headed out the door.

“Okay, I’m going to head to Carver-Hawkeye. I’ll see you after the game. Meet me at the tunnel?” 

“Yeah.” I agreed. “Please try and be careful out there, okay? You know how much I worry.” I said sincerely.

“I will. I promise.” Her voice came across soft and sweet. I knew that she wasn’t actually going to do what I asked, but there wasn’t exactly anything I could do about that. “I left you something to wear on the dryer. I love you.” She said as she turned to leave. 

“I love you too, sweet girl! You’re going to do great!” I called out to the point guard. I blew her a kiss as she walked out the door. That was the last part of our routine. She instinctively turned around and grabbed the air as if it was to grab the kiss I blew her. She put her hand over her heart before leaving the apartment. 

I mindlessly scrolled through my phone before I forced myself out of bed to get ready for the game. I found one of Caitlin’s jerseys sitting on the dryer and quietly laughed to myself. I remember the first time I wore her jersey. The look on her face indicated that it really did something for her to see me with her name and number on my back. I got dressed and realized that I was definitely going to need to wear something on account of the blizzard and the bruises on my neck from our earlier activities. I pulled on a pair of jeans and one of Caitlin’s gray hoodies before pulling the jersey over it. I finished getting ready before heading to CHA.

After shoot around in the Hawkeye locker room

The girls were enjoying an hour of down time to change into their jerseys and get ready for the game. Jada, Hannah, Kylie, and Sydney were making a tiktok. Molly and AJ were talking in the corner. Gabbie was braiding Kate’s ponytail. The rest of the girls were getting their hair put up, jerseys on, or looking at their phones. Caitlin had been goofing around for a while before she finally got changed. She pulled her shooting shirt over her head as she grabbed her jersey from her locker when she heard a gasp come from one of the girls and a laugh from another. 

“Oh my god Caitlin, did you get attacked or something?” Taylor asked as she saw the marks on the brunette’s back. Caitlin was confused at first before she remembered the state her back was in. She just laughed at the comment. 

“Holy shit Caitlin…” Kate laughed uncontrollably. “I guess you and your girl had some fun this morning.”

“You’re just mad that I’m getting laid and you're not.” The point guard spoke bluntly as she pulled her jersey over her head. This only caused more laughter to erupt throughout the small room.  Caitlin headed over to the mirror to make sure that they wouldn’t be visible to the thousands of people that would be watching the game. 

Moments before tip off at CHA

My heart was racing as I watched the hawkeye starting 5 take the court. I had a feeling that this was going to be a good game. The first quarter was pretty rough for Caitlin. She missed all 6 of her three point attempts. I could tell that she was frustrated. She was yelling at the refs for not calling fouls which only made me more concerned. Her shot finally fell through the hoop in the second quarter. A wave of relief washed over me. The Hawkeyes were up at the half, so I could finally breathe. It didn’t look like the team was going to have to rely on Caitlin to make another buzzer beater to win the game. Molly was having a great night which made it more fun. Caitlin absolutely loved to watch her teammates do great things. Everything was going well until she went for a layup and got knocked to the ground. I held my breath as I saw her grab her elbow as she layed on the ground for longer than usual. She of course got back up and shot her free throws. This would normally be a good sign, but I knew that she could still be hurt and keep playing. I watched her carefully and she seemed to be doing okay. She made some big shots and some good passes, so I relaxed a bit. 

It wasn’t her best game, but the Hawkeyes had a decent lead of almost 20 going into the 4th quarter. Of course 40 seconds in, Caitin starts limping on her left ankle. Thankfully, she quickly went to the bench and got checked out by the trainers. All I wanted to do was race down to the table and check on her, but before I could move , she was already at the scorer’s table getting ready to check back in. I couldn’t say that I was surprised. There were very few things in this world that could keep her off of the floor. Tweaking her ankle surely wasn’t one of them. She played for about another 6 minutes before coming off of the floor for the rest of the game. Iowa finished the game with a strong win, 84-57, over Indiana. I waited in the tunnel for the girls to come out like I always did. It didn’t take long before I saw Kate. 

“MONEY MARTIN!” I called out playfully which made her look up from her phone. Her lips contorted into a sweet smile when she saw that it was me yelling at her. She walked over and gave me a quick hug. “You guys killed it tonight!” I beamed at the 6 foot blonde. 

“Thanks!” she said through a wide grin. “Cait’s getting checked out by the trainer. You can go and see her if you want.” She spoke softly. 

“Oh okay.” I said as my face turned to one full of worry.

“She’s fine. It’s just a precaution.” She said comfortingly as she rubbed my arm. I nodded as I tried to force a smile. “Besides by the looks of her back. She’s got plans for you…” she teased.

“Oh shut up kate!” I said as I pushed her shoulder. She had started laughing at this point. 

“I’m going to head out. Go get your girl!” She called out as she turned to leave. 

I shook my head as I headed towards the training room. I leaned in the doorway as I watched Caitlin wince in pain as Sarah, one of the athletic training assistants, wrapped her ankle in ice. She roughly ran her hands down her face. 

“Hey…” I called out gently. My voice immediately grabbed her attention as she looked at me. “How’s her ankle?” I asked Sarah. 

“It looks like she just tweaked it, so she should be okay. It’s probably going to be sore for the next couple of days. She needs to take a few days off. I talked to Coach Bluder and we think she should skip practice and rest until Tuesday.”

“Wait what?!” Caitlin interrupted to  protest. “I’m not missing practice. I’m literally fine.” 

“Cait, you are going to do whatever they tell you to do.” I said sternly as I walked over to her. I sat down on the edge of the table she was sitting on. 

“But-” She tried to protest, but I slapped her arm. 

“Stop.” I said before turning back to Sarah to allow her to continue. 

“She needs to take some Advil and ice and elevate it tomorrow. She really should just stay off of it for a day or so. It should feel fine by Tuesday.” Sarah explained. 

“You’ve got it!” I said looking at Caitlin. She took the hint and nodded. Sarah smiled before leaving.

“Alright, let’s get you home, pretty girl.” I said after placing a kiss on her forehead. I reached out my hand to help her down from the training table. 

“I’m fine, you know.” She said as she took my hand and hopped down. She winced slightly when she put weight on the ankle. The adrenalin from the game had come down and caused her to feel the pain in her ankle. 

“Sure,” I said sarcastically as I pulled her arm over my shoulder and picked up her bag. She shifted some of her weight on to me as we walked to the car. 

Once we got home, I helped her up the stairs before sitting her on the couch inside our apartment. I put her bag in our closet before heading to the kitchen to make her something to eat. She tried to get up to be closer to me, but I immediately shut her down.

“Nope. Go sit down.” I pointed as I walked over to her. She begrudgingly sat down. I propped her ankle up on a few pillows and handed her water and Advil that she promptly took. “What are you hungry for?” I asked softly.

“You.” she smirked as she tried to pull me onto her lap. I immediately moved out of her reach and rolled my eyes. I walked back into the kitchen and dug through the freezer. 

“We still have some pasta from Trader Joes?” I called out to the brunette.

“That’s fine.” She said 

“Okay, I started you a bath, so why don’t you go wash up while I finish dinner. I put some epsom salt in the water to help with your ankle.”

“Baby, I’m not some sick puppy. You heard Sarah say that I’ll be fine.”

“Caitlin, why do you have to make everything so difficult? I’m just trying to help.” I sighed as I started the stove. 

“Fine, I’ll take a bath if you get in with me…” 

“I’m finishing dinner right now. Just go take a bath. If you listen to me and let me help you I promise you’ll get what you want. Okay?” 

The thought that you would eventually give in if she just listened to me became intriguing to her as she got up and headed into the bathroom. I headed up the pasta and baked some bread. After about 30 minutes, Caitlin walked out in a USA basketball shirt and a pair of sweats. Her hair was soaking wet. She sat down at the counter and I put her plate in front of her. 

“I’m sorry for being difficult. I really do appreciate you trying to take care of me.” she said sincerely. Her words brought a smile to my face. I sat down next to her. We ate in silence, just enjoying each other's company. A yawn left Caitlin’s mouth after she finished eating which reminded me that she was probably exhausted.

“You ready for bed?” I asked as my hand softly caressed her arm. She nodded and stood up. I followed suit and wrapped my arm around her waist to help her into the room. She headed into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. I headed back to the kitchen to clean up before doing the same. I changed into my own pajamas. Then, we both climbed into bed. Her arm was loosely wrapped around my shoulder as my head laid on her chest. 

“I’m really proud of you, Cait. You played great!” I mumbled into her chest. My fingers played with the hem of her t shirt. 

“Thanks, baby. I really liked seeing you in the stands with my name on your back.” She placed a kiss on my head. Her attention was focused on the brightly colored graphics for numerous new shows as she scrolled through Netflix to find something for us to watch. My hand gradually moved down. “What about this?” Caitlin asked as the cursor landed on some new show. My hand was now fidgeting with the waistband of her sweatpants.

“Sure,” I said, not even bothering to look at the TV. I had a feeling that we wouldn’t be watching the show for long. Caitlin started the first episode. Her focus was captured by the motion on the screen. She hadn’t seemed to notice my hand getting dangerously close to her panties. I took that as an opportunity to take advantage of her lack of attention. I slipped my hand under the waist of her sweats.

“W-what are you doing, baby girl?” Her voice was slightly shaky as she looked down to meet my gaze with a smirk. 

“I’m returning the favor like I said I would.” The brunette immediately relaxed as she heard my words. I took that as a sign to continue. I used my other hand to pull her in for a kiss. Our lips moved perfectly in sync as I leaned over her as my hand traveled to her panties. A soft moan left her mouth as I rubbed her clothed pussy. I quickly pushed my tongue into her mouth. Her hips grind themselves against my hand. I pulled my lips off of hers. I shifted my body lower as I pulled her sweatpants down along with her underwear. My mouth left soft kisses down her muscular thighs. Caitlin was never especially loud when I went down on her. Her breathing would speed up and she would let out a few groans. She wasn’t one to moan or scream out from pleasure. She would mumble words of praise though. 

“Fuck, please baby girl. Stop teasing.” Her voice was desperate, but still had an edge of dominance. Her hands were tangled in my hard. I couldn’t help, but giggle hearing her beg. I slid my hands under her thighs and brought her pussy close to me. I gently dragged my tongue through her folds. Her breath sped up and her grip on my hair grew tighter. She pulled me closer to her which I took as a sign to speed up my tongue. I sucked on her clit which only caused more groans to leave her mouth.

“Good girl. Just like that.” she mumbled. She pushed the stray hair out of my face, so she could see better. Her eyes were fixed on the sight of me between her legs. I pulled back for a moment. My eyes met Caitlin’s brown ones as I put 2 fingers in my mouth. The site only made Caitlin wetter as I sucked on my fingers. Once they were wet enough, I gently pushed them inside of the point guard. The wave of pleasure that washed through her body caused her head to fall back on to the mattress. My fingers gently curled inside of her tight pussy. Her quick breath and soft groans told me that she’d adjusted to the size. I thrusted them into her faster before reconnecting my lips to her clit. The pleasure caused her hips to buck into my face. I used my free hand to hold her down. Her legs shook slightly as she got closer to the edge. I sped my fingers up as they hit her sweet spot.

“Fuck yes,” she moaned quietly as her legs tightened around my face. She finished soon after as cum ran down her thighs. I thrusted a few more times before pulling my finger out. I wiped the mix of saliva and cum of my lips before shifting myself upwards to connect my lips with hers. Her breath was still erratic, but she quickly gave into the kiss. I pulled away and saw her eyes were heavy.

“I love you, Cait.” I whispered into her ear before returning to my place, curled up next to her side. She wrapped her arm around me to pull me closer to her frame. 

“I love you too.” She spoke through a yawn that reaffirmed my decision for us to go to bed. I shut my eyes and we both drifted off to sleep. 

The Next Morning

I woke up as the sun started to pear in through the window. Despite the freezing temperatures outside, I could still feel the warmth as the light shone into our room. I pulled myself out of bed to make some coffee and a light breakfast. I left our bedroom door open, so I would know when Caitlin woke up. Thankfully, she slept the entire time I was cooking. I brought her a cup of coffee and a plate of food into our room and set it on her nightstand. I crawled back under our covers and into her arms. Her eyes slowly opened when she felt my presence return. 

“Morning,” she mumbled against my forehead.

“Good Morning, baby,” I beamed at the sleepy brunette. “I made you breakfast. It’s on your nightstand.”

“Thanks, pretty girl.” She rubbed her eyes in an attempt to wake herself up. She then pulled me closer into her body. I giggled into her chest. She sat up slightly and took a slip of coffee. I had already eaten, so I just stayed in her embrace as she ate. She tried to get up and take our plates to the kitchen, but I quickly stopped her.  

“I got it,” I said as I grabbed her plate and took it into the kitchen. I turned back to the room to speak to my girlfriend. “Don’t even think about getting out of bed. You are on strict rest and recovery.” She rolled her eyes at me, but listened to my request. I came back with an ice pack which only made her roll her eyes harder. 

“Stop with the attitude. You heard Sarah. Besides you can’t tell me that it doesn’t still hurt,” I sat down on Caitlin’s side of the bed, so I could wrap the ice pack around her ankle. “It’s not super swollen, so I think that's a good sign,” I smiled. 

“Yeah, it’s a little tender, but it doesn’t hurt too bad,” she admitted. She winced slightly as the cold pack touched her skin. I murmured a ‘sorry’ before crawling back into her arms. “Thanks for taking such great care of me. I’m sorry for being a pain in the ass.” She laughed.

“It’s fine. I get it, but we are going to spend the rest of the day resting and relaxing, okay?” I said softly as I laid on her chest.

“As long as I get to do it with you.” 

She said it first...

I will no longer be writing for Emily Engstler

Point blank periodt

I will be taking the requests I have for her and changing them to a different player

The articles are real.

All eyes on Rafah.

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