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Catgirls you may say, in summer even.
From weekly comic Kennoarkkan and I are currently doing also starring Nightargen´s Kyra. Back on our patreons! You can read a bit fair ahead if you sub to any of my tiers at http://patreon.com/luxar92
It is very NSFW (and I mean it).
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you and kyra have always been together.. just not together?
probably one of my less structured fics. basically i get stressed when i write fluff. i don’t love how it’s written but cbs rewriting so here we go. might cop some hate for the story line but if you have a issue keep it to yourself xo also aware that this is short(er) for me but i struggle so much with writing fluff. hopefully you guys enjoy <3
warnings: none? that i’m aware of.
You can’t really remember a time when you and Kyra weren’t together. You’ve been a pair for your whole life, from mothers group to kindergarten to school to the Matildas to Sweden and then to North London. It’s a thing, she’s like your third arm and you’re like her third leg. It’s always been that way, you don’t remember a time or day where you haven’t been side by side.
You never really think about it, you’ve never known otherwise. The two of you are one, in every way possible. It’s never been an issue, whenever a new club or contract has always come up you’ve always been a two in one deal, the Australian midfield and forward duo that never fail to tear up whatever opponents you face.
It’s never been defined but there’s an understanding with everybody around you that you and Kyra are simply you and Kyra.
You suppose that Harper is the first person to question it all. In the same innocent way that children seem to.
“Are you and Kywa going to get married like mummy and Klara one day?”
Harper is hanging off your neck, Kobe sitting a few feet away with a duplo block in his mouth. Kyra is in the room next door supposedly making dinner for the kids whilst Kat and Klara are out for their monthly date night.
“What makes you ask that, huh monkey?”
You reach onto your shoulders and pull Harper down, laying her down on the carpet before assaulting her with tickles all over her tummy.
“Mummy says that her and Rara are getting married because they love each other very much and they live together. She says that if people want to be married then they should love each other, you and auntie kyra love each other lots.”
You can’t really argue the toddlers point, she’s right, you and Kyra do love each other a lot.
“And you kiss when you think I’m not looking, and you make fun of each other like mummy and Rara and you wear her clothes.”
You’ve never thought about it in that way, Kyra and you have always just been together, not in any way besides that. It’s simple really, or at least that’s how it feels.
“Well someone’s an observant little girl aren’t they. Would you want me and Kyra to get married?”
The thought has never crossed your mind, not for you and Kyra at least. Although you wouldn’t say no to it either.
“Only if I get to carry the flowers like I am for Rara and mummy and I have to get a pretty dress.”
You think about it for a second, white dresses and suits, flowers, an aisle, all of it. It flashes through your head like a little move and then it stops. You and Kyra aren’t like that, you don’t know what you are but you aren’t that. Or at least you don’t want to get your hopes up about it.
“Oi, munchkins, dinner is served.”
Harper scrambles off of you, as if she hasn’t eaten in three months and bolts into the kitchen, leaving just you and Kobe.
“What do you think Mister, is your sister crazy?”
Kobe just gives you a gummy smile.
“I’m talking to a baby, aren’t I? Maybe I’m the crazy one.”
Your coos at Kobe manage to elicit a giggle from the baby as you swoop him up off the ground and carry him into the dining room.
You place him down in his highchair before trailing into the kitchen, finding Harper hanging onto Kyra’s legs as she tries to plate up their meal.
“It’s not burnt, that’s an improvement.”
Kyra drops her spatula to hit you.
“Hey, not cool. I don’t see you helping with feeding the monsters.”
You smirked and reached down to pick up Harper, bringing her up onto your hip to give Kyra a moment of peace.
“That’s because I take my job as chief monster wrangler very seriously, it’s not for the faint of heart.”
Kyra snorts, picking up the two plates she’s made for the kid and leading out to the dining room.
Dinner goes by fairly well until Kobe throws a dino nugget at Harper and she retaliates by throwing her peas. Kobe’s easy enough to get into bed, two books and a warm bottle of milk and he’s out. Harper is a little bit more of a project with bathtime, three books, half an hour of cuddles and then death gripping you in her sleep. It takes you about ten minutes to pry her from your arms slowly before you’re finally free.
Kyra is already stretched out on the sofa, a premier league game playing on the TV that she looks like she’s hardly paying any attention to.
“How did chief wrangler go about getting the monsters to bed?”
You plop down on top of her, ignoring the way she groans as your body relaxes into hers.
“5 books and a lot of cuddles. It’s hard work being the favourite.”
Kyra reaches around you, her hands finding their place on your stomach and hips.
“I would be the favourite if you were injured less, not my fault that you have more free time then me.”
Kyra’s hands find their space so naturally, it’s from years of practice and muscle memory.
“What can I say, I have a talent for clumsiness.”
You roll over, stomach to stomach with Kyra, eye to eye.
“Trust me I know, it was only last week that you woke me up in the middle of the night cause you hit your head on our bedside table.”
You don’t really have a comeback in response, so you let your eyes float to the TV.
“Harper asked if we were going to get married someday.”
You expect Kyra to laugh, or say something, but instead her body just jolts.
“Funny, right? She was telling me about all the ways we were like Kat and Klara so that should mean we should get married as well.”
Kyra laughs finally, but it’s not in the same way she normally does. It’s kind of choked and stuck in the back of her throat.
“Yeah funny what kids come up with.”
You take your eyes off the TV and back to Kyra’s face, her eyes flash away as soon as yours land on hers.
“I thought about it for a minute, the dresses, our families, on the beach. It was stupid but it would have been nice.”
Kyra laughs again, the exact same way. You try to ignore the way it twists around your throat and makes you feel like it’s harder to breathe.
“Cause we’re just us, and I just love us, you know?”
You know you’ve well and truly fucked up when Kyra nods, still averting your eye contact completely. You don’t want to risk it completely though by going all in, it’s all uncharted territory.
“Yeah, it’s not us.”
You consciously ignore the way that Kyra’s face scrunches up as she says it.
If Harper is the first to question then in typical Meado fashion Beth is second.
It happens in the midst of a team bonding session at Kim’s house, it might be the midst of London winter but for whatever reason the occasion for the day is a barbeque and pizzas. Steph’s on barbeque because everyone agrees that the Australian way is the best way and Lia, Manu and Codi are all in charge of pizzas and everyone else is tasked with a variation of tasks like making drinks and for the most part having fun. It’s one of your first team bonding nights, so you’re yet to have been tasked with a specific role and aren’t quick to give up your spot lounging in Kim’s backyard. For whatever reason Beth has managed to weasel out of her own job to join you and a group of the other girls as you enjoy the very rare occurrence of the sun in the winter months.
Kyra, who should be enjoying it as well, is in a particularly pesty mood and has tasked herself with the job of seeing how much she can get on everybody else's nerves without being screamed at. So far you’ve observed as she’s stuck the clothes pegs from Kim’s washing line to whatever article of clothing or ponytail she can, pull a chair out from underneath three of your teammates and steal Steph’s tongs 6 times only for her to put them back three minutes later once Steph had gone off in search of them. It’s entertaining for you, mostly because you’re the only one who's used to her antics. You’ve seen every prank from the past 23 years of life, you basically have a detector inside of you that goes off when Kyra is plotting something.
You watch, you observe and you laugh a little bit to yourself at the obliviousness of your teammates as Kyra continues her mostly harmless attacks on your teammates.
“It’s disgusting how in love the two of you are.”
You lean over to look at Beth, your eyes still trained on Kyra in your peripherals.
“She’s my best friend, dork.”
You shrug it off like it’s nothing, because it kind of is.
“Your best friend who you sleep in the same bed with, fuck when we win, kiss when you’re drunk, don’t date or look at anybody else and have wrapped around your finger. Sounds totally like best friends, really gay, really in love with each other, best friends.”
You look away from Beth to stop her from seeing your blush, but partly to look back at Kyra.
“Kyra, no.”
Kyra in your lapse of attention has managed to somehow find a watering can and is hovering a few feet behind Vic as she watches the barbeque whilst Steph has gone on her seventh search for her tongs.
In a matter of seconds, possibly milliseconds the watering can is dropped, deserted on a bench beside her as she glares at you as if you’ve wrecked her master plan.
“And you can get her to stop her pranks. You can’t fool me, the two of you are clandestined lovers and I cannot be convinced otherwise.”
Kyra continues to pout at you, completely oblivious to the conversation happening between you and Beth. You pat down on the cushion beside you and Kyra trudges over like a kid who has just been told off even when they know that they’re being naughty. She collapses down next to you, her arms knotting themselves over your shoulders as she does so.
“Meado, why are you smiling at us like that?”
There becomes a common understanding amongst the team that you and Kyra’s dynamic is not quite like anything else. It kind of becomes an unspoken rule that most people don’t talk about it, but there are a few people who take it upon themselves to try and force you and Kyra to take your heads out of your asses and just acknowledge that you are more than the two of you seem to think. There are other people, some of your teammates, who believe it’s easier to let the two of you live. You’re both so happy, it’s so clear to see. People like Steph, Caitlin and Kat are so used to it that they hardly bat an eye at the two of you. At least that’s how it goes for the most part.
Kyra is at Steph’s house for dinner whilst you’re in London for the night at a brand event.
It’s mostly a nice dinner, Beth pops in and out but Viv’s over so for the most part they do their own thing.
Steph makes a great bolognese, life changing almost.
For the most part their conversations revolve solely around football until it somehow lands to you.
“I’m surprised you didn’t get the plus one invite tonight, huh?”
Steph doesn’t miss the way that Kyra’s lips immediately perk up at the mention of you, it’s the same way it’s always been.
“We’re not like that.”
Steph also doesn’t miss the way Kyra’s face scrunches up as she says it.
“But you want to be?”
Kyra bites her tongue, and then her lip. She doesn’t really know what to say to that. Not when you’re so adamant that you two are just that.
“We’re best mates.”
Steph wants to pick up a piece of garlic bread and throw it at Kyra, she really does.
“Best mates who spend every single minute together or on the phone with each other, best mates who can’t sleep without being next to each other, best mates who I’ve seen kiss multiple times, best friends who plan their whole lives around each other. You are not best mates, not in the way that most people are with their best mates. Beth and I are best friends, do you see us kissing and fucking when we feel like it? Do you see us bloody buying houses based on the fact that it accommodates the other person. Do we plan our whole holiday break based on which place is going to make the both of us the happiest? Look Kyra, you’re clearly in love. I’ve never seen a person more whipped in my entire life. You’ve only been like that in the few years that I’ve known you, but the two of you have been doing this your whole lives. You’re going to keep doing it, that’s fine, but it’s also okay to want more. Look, I’m not saying one way is better than the other but it seems like you’re struggling and if you need the sway I’m happy to help.”
Kyra’s whole body tenses, like she’s been caught out on the prank of the century. Except her usual cheekiness is completely gone.
“She likes us how we are. I don’t want to be greedy and end up losing her forever. What we have is good, being just us is enough.”
Kyra pushes her fork around her plate because she doesn’t know what else to do with Steph staring at her.
“You don’t have to settle for enough. I can guarantee that she is just as scared as you to say anything. The both of you will spend your life wondering what if. If you love her, more than she knows then you have to tell her, you will spend the rest of your life regretting it if you don’t.”
Steph thinks she’s watched enough romance movies to know it’s true, it’s always the case of two people being so in love that they don’t know how to tell the other.
“She-She doesn’t want me like that. She always says that we’re just us, every time anybody mentions anything else she always says no. I have enough, asking for anything else would be stupid.”
Steph’s heart throbs at the words, this really is like the rom coms she watches.
“But if the opportunity was there, if she asked, you’d say yes.”
Kyra doesn’t say anything but the twinkle in her eyes tells Steph everything.
“You need to take your head out of your ass and tell Kyra how you feel because she thinks that you don’t want her.”
You’re lying on a physio bed, half awake whilst your calf gets massaged when Leah shakes your whole body. You haven’t even had your coffee yet, you struggle to understand half of the words that leave her mouth.
“Sorry, what?”
Leah sticks her head underneath the table, looking up at you.
“All I’ve heard from Steph all morning is all the plans revolving around somehow getting you and Kyra to realise that you’re in love with each other. Kyra’s worried that you don’t want her that way, you’re a doofus, yadayada. I’m telling you now to pull your finger out and tell her that you liked her more than just being companions or whatever the fuck you are because if I have to hear another second of it I will combust.”
You don’t know whether it’s the decaffeination or how fast Leah is speaking but you still struggle to understand what she’s saying.
“I’m sorry, what are we talking about?”
Leah looks like she wants to hit you.
“You and Kyra and your stupid fucking situationship that nobody understands. Tell her you love her and not in the stupid way you do now but in a I love you and I want you to be my girlfriend even though you already are and get married and spend the rest of my life with you.”
You blink a few times because you don’t really know what to say.
“Okay?”
Leah smiles.
“Glad we have this talk, you have until the end of day or else Steph is locking the two of you in a storage closet until you can work it all out.”
You still feel like you’re in a fever haze by the time you find Kyra. She’s in a recovery room using compression boots when you come in.
“You know I love you right?”
Kyra smirks, lazily like it’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever said.
“I know, I love you too idiot.”
You ignore the fact that sitting next to Kyra is Vic, Codi and Lessi.
“No, like I love you because you're the person I want to spend my life with, like my girlfriend or partner or whatever. I love you like that, just not as a friend.”
Kyra’s mouth gapes, big and wide and then she clamps it shut.
“O-Okay.”
It’s kind of cute, actually, it’s really cute. It makes you feel bad for having not established this earlier.
“You’re cool with that, life, marriage, kids. All of that, if not maybe tell me now and we can like move out or whatever. Just wanted to let you know that’s how I feel. I’m sure we can talk about it at home, just thought I’d make sure before we get locked in a closet together.”
Kyra nods, her mouth still gaping a bit.
“Yeah, I’m cool with that.”
You smile in the same way you have since you were 6 and the two of you were taking kindergarten photos.
“Good to hear, I’ll see you at training.”
You’re gone before Kyra can ask much more.
Alessia is the first one to speak.
“I’m so confused, please tell me everybody else is confused.”
Everyone else nods, almost the same look on their faces as Kyra.
