In the middle of the night, I felt myself being lifted from the bed that I shared with Tobin. I opened my mouth to say something, but a hand quickly covered it. Whoever it was dragged me out of the room and down the hall to a closet and pushed me in. In the dim light, I saw Pinoe standing over me and grinning. She had a roll of duct tape in her hands. "Oh, no you don't!" I said. Pinoe put a piece of tape over my mouth. "Oh, yes I do." She said, and proceeded to bind me with the tape. When she was finished, she closed the closet door and locked it. Shit.
Tobin's P.O.V.
Thalia wasn't next to me when I woke up, which puzzled me. Usually, I was awake before she was, and had to drag her out of bed. I shrugged it off, thinking that she might have gone down to breakfast already. I got dressed and went downstairs to breakfast. Thalia wasn't there. "Yo, Tobin, where's your girl?" Abby asked. "That's a really good question, actually." I said. "I don't have the faintest idea. Pinoe, have you seen Thalia at all?" "She's a bit tied up at the moment." Pinoe said. I facepalmed. "Where did you put her?" Pinoe grinned. "I'll show you." She said. "Come on." She led me up to a fourth floor closet and opened the door. Thalia was lying on the floor of the closet bound hand and foot with duct tape. There had been a piece of tape over her mouth too, but she had apparently been able to get it off. "Pinoe, I'm going to kill you." She said as I released her from her bonds. "This means war."
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USWNT Oneshots
FanfictionA variety of oneshots involving the US Women's National Soccer Team. Ranges from funny to romantic-ish to feelz.
