#elsa gardner

⸻ 1x1: “Has it been hard to connect with him? Yeah, it always has been.” ⸻ 4x10: “Can I come to Antarctica with you?”

In my view, she's an awesome mom. Even if Casey doesn't like her very much or Sam takes things for granted sometimes. She's a great mom

On season 4 she talks about how when she was 16 her own mom went to rehab and she had to go live with her auntie Maddie. She says Maddie was great, but she wasn't ready to live without her mom yet. And despite not having the best model of family she still made a beautiful family herself and does everything to make it work

She's so supportive of everything Sam wants to do, buys his favourite foods... I know at the beginning the family kinda pushes Casey aside given the amount of attention they give to Sam, but later on she's supportive with her coming out, tells her about the GSA meetings at Clayton.

What I mean is: she's always there for her kids even tho there wasn't anyone there for her. She's an awesome mom despite some mistakes.

All I Need Is You

A/N: I wrote more about how you got the injury than actual Casey content but uh, enjoy?

Word Count: 1.1k

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The whistle blew and before you knew it, the ball was hurtling towards you from the other side of the court.  You were the setter on the volleyball team and you were currently playing the game that would determine whether or not your team would make it to nationals.  In the last 5 years at Clayton the girls volleyball team had not even made it as far as yours had, but you were sure that this was the year you would make it.  

The girls at Greenwich Academy were proving to be  great opponents.  The last 4 sets had been a constant back and forth between the two of your teams with especially long rallies.  The current score was 18-17.  All that your team needed was this one point to win and you would make it.

“I GOT IT I GOT IT!”  you heard the words coming from your mouth before you even had time to register the speed that the ball was coming at.  

As the ball bounced off your arms and towards the libero behind you, the screaming of one particular girl in the crowd could be heard.

“Go Y/N! You got this just one more point!”  Your girlfriend Casey was screaming at the top of her lungs.

You didn’t have to even look at her (not like you hadn’t been looking over at her any chance you got) to know that she and her mom were there sporting matching shirts that Elsa had made just for you.  The shirts were quite obnoxious looking, with them being bright pink with orange letters spelling out your name, but the thought that went behind those shirts had moved you to tears.

You ran off the net and yelled at the libero to send the ball back to you.  The timing on this hit had to be absolutely perfect.  Your steps were exactly where they should be placed, your arm drawing up to hit the ball in the best spot possible.  The rest of the world was tuned out for the 5 seconds you were in the air and all you could see was your hand hitting the ball as hard as you could.  You saw the ball hit the court right in the middle with everyone diving to try and get it, even though they were ultimately too late.  The crowd went wild and so did your teammates and coaches, so excited that the team was finally going to nationals.

The glory of being the last and final point was short lived, however, your happiness faded as soon as you landed. You felt a sharp pain in your ankle and fell to the ground.

While you were falling, you briefly saw Casey booking it down the bleachers before your view was covered up by your teammates and coaches trying to see if you were alright.

“Give her some space!  And someone get Lauren!”  Coach Sampson yelled to the girls around you and the crowd slowly dispersed to allow the athletic trainer to get to you.

You looked around trying to find Casey but it was no luck, there were too many people around and the pain in your foot was making it incredibly hard to focus.  The amount of people in your personal space was enough to make you panic and you were about to until you saw the trackstar literally running to get to you.  The look of worry on her face was adorable and you would’ve told her so, but as your girlfriend knelt by your side the trainer bent your ankle in a way that caused you to cry out in pain and grip onto Casey’s hand, holding on as if your life depended on it.

“Are you okay?”  She asked, her eyebrows furrowing as she tried to figure out what she could do to help you.

You shook your head as tears slipped out and rolled down your cheeks.  Casey wiped the tears off with her free hand and left it to rest on your cheek, whispering to you over and over again about how you would be okay.

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The sound of someone knocking on your bedroom door woke you up, even though all you wanted to do was sleep.

“Mom, it's too early, just let me sleep.”  You grumbled out, upset at having been woken up.

As the door swung open you were surprised to see your girlfriend of 7 months walk in the door holding a grocery bag from a drug store.

“Dude it’s like 2pm, that is not too early.”  Casey said as she walked over to your bed with a huge smile on her face.

Casey had been over at your house every single day since you got the news about your ankle.  You had broken a rather common bone to break and had to stay off of it for the next 4-8 weeks, meaning that with nationals in 2 weeks, you definitely were not allowed to play.

It hurt and tears were shed, but Casey was at your house and with you all the time, so she was making the pain a little more bearable.

“I got your favorite.”  She said in a sing-song voice, pulling a soda and a chocolate bar out of the CVS bag she had.

Your eyes lit up as you pulled the covers down a little bit to reach for the snacks.  Just as you were about to grab them she pulled them back, still with a smile on her face.

“Uh-uh, what’s the magic word?”  Her eyes sparkled as she let out the slightly childish statement.

“Please?”

“Nope! But I guess I could give you these…as long as you do something in exchange.”

“And what would that be?”  You questioned the girl standing in front of you as your eyebrow instinctively raised.

She leaned in a little closer to you, her smirk somehow getting wider, “I want a kiss.”

You giggle at her antics and pull her down by the back of her neck into a sweet kiss.  Somehow it felt like kissing her got better and better each time that you did.  You pulled away for a second but she brought you back in with slightly more force than you were expecting.

When the two of you finally did pull away, the smirk on her face had changed into a small smile and she was looking at you with what could only be described as heart-eyes.

You matched her smile and pulled back the blanket for her to join you in your bed.  She wasted no time as she crawled in with you, putting the snacks on the side table next to your bed.  You rested your head on her chest and listened to her heartbeat speed up a bit because of that.

At some point in your cuddle session, you had fallen back to sleep.  Casey looked at you resting so peacefully and then joined you in your nap.  

The two of you ended up sleeping the day away, seeing as you didn’t wake up until 8pm when your mom knocked on your door and asked if you were going to eat dinner.  You would be tired tomorrow, but Casey was with you, so did it really matter?

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