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yeeterthek33per · 9 months

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Here we go (Steph Catley x Caitlin Foord x Reader)

Very Adulty, Minors DNI, Do not read if you don't want anything 18+,

You'll bounce back, minor part two, was requested.

*I will mark the sentence with a star if you wanna only read up until the spicy point, though.

The cheers of the stadium were ruthless.

Deafening even.

But none of that bothered any of you. All you cared about was the roar of your own teammates as you ran to meet them on the pitch, jumping into the waiting excited arms of your adoptive older sister. (Unofficial, but your family ensured that it didn't matter after their blatant disinterest in your life.)

Charlie's just about screaming in your ear when you meet her in the air, and you match that.

They did it... they beat Canada. Four to nil at that. None of you had been expecting a blowout, not against the olympic champions.

But here you were, standing on the green pitch of the stadium in Melbourne, watching as your teammates, your real family, surround each other, screaming into the electrified air of AAMI Park.

As you drop from Charlie's grip and give her head a slight rub to make sure she still feels fine, your gaze turns to the Canadians, watching as Vanessa Gilles sobs into her teammates, an old friend of yours, having spent your days at Cincinnati together.

You jog over to her, finding Ellie beat you to her Lyon teammate, holding her and telling her how proud she is of the defender.

You grab the girl as soon as she let's go of the aussie defender, pulling her into you and she buries her face into your jersey, you can feel the tears pouring from her eyes as she shakes softly. "Hey Van, I'm so proud of you hun, you've done so well. You played so hard and did the best you could."

You hold her and rub her back for a bit, whispering (more like just saying with the volume of the crowd at this point) words of encouragement to her.

She nods slightly against your shoulder as you do so. She let's go of you after a quick kiss to the temple, and she goes off to find her other teammates in the lockers.

From there, you continue comforting what of the canadian players you can and turn to your teammates beginning to make their rounds around the pitch for the fans.

Each of them have their moment with the crowd, firing them up, throwing their arms in the air. You chuckle watching as Teagan and Sam take their turns, and you run over to the group, taking the opportunity to run into Charlies side, wrapping your arm around her neck and fulfilling that promise you made her a week ago.

She wacks at you and takes off running when you give chase, laughing the whole way. It only ends when one of the training staff grabs her to chastise her for running around while she's on concussion watch as it is.

You only feel a little guilty, though.

As all sisters do.

Mini gives you a slight shake of her head, though, which has you laughing harder, amused but disappointed with you as she walks beside you now.

The shorter woman wraps an arm around you as a wave to the fans, the noise growing louder with each passing acknowledgement.

You're surprised you haven't been defeaned given the level of noise. The support was something you'd never be able to forget. The turnout was amazing, and the warmth it spread through you to see so many people come to watch this game.

"Oi, y/nn, you gonna go see 'em yet?" Mini subsequently points to Steph and Caitlin as they walk just ahead of you, arms around shoulders. You shake your head. "I'll find them later. Let them have this."

She only raises a brow at you, and hip bumps you. You chuckle, but don't explain.

You'd let them have their moment. They spent the entire game on, this was their time, and you could congratulate them later.

Eventually, once you all round the pitch, you return to where the family section was, watching as Katrina climbs the barrier to go see Harper and her fiance, your impromptu second mom now, and Sam goes to pick up her nephew and throw him in the air in the excitement.

You join them in celebrating after a moment, hugging Clara as she cheers into your ear. You're joined by Cha Cha moments later, Harper very indignantly insisting she goes to her favourite player now. Charlie, of course, that is. You pout playfully and tickle her when she giggles at your expression.

She eventually does climb into your arms and gives you the biggest hug of the day, you hold her tight and proceed to blow raspberries into her cheek to which she squeals and holds out for Mum to take her from you. "Mummy, save me!"

Katrina just laughs, and you give Harps over with a grin. Katrina gives you a kiss on the temple when you lean down to hug them both.

Waving your temporary goodbyes with the family, you slip over to Sam and her nephew, giving Sam a playful whack to the butt as you pass by them.

"Oi! Watch it, missy, there are kids here!"

You laugh when she tries to flick you, dodging just out of reach before making grabby hands for the child nestled in her neck. He turns to you and does the same, leaving Sam with a playfully offended look on her face.

She reluctantly hands him over, and you hug him tight before giving him back to Sam's sibling.

You pat her on the back and eventually move to observe your teammates, watching on as they all celebrate with their families. Emily, with her fiance, Ellie, with her dad, Charlie, with her parents and brother.

You know you have the girls, they're your family, you have your girls, Steph and Caitlin, and they're your family too, but you can't help missing what it was like to have your biological parents cheering you on from the sidelines.

They would come to all of your games, and you'd swear they were always the loudest in the crowd, faces painted green and gold and screaming for you with every touch you made.

Too bad that had to end.

They'd stopped coming the moment you announced you were dating a girl. They stopped talking to you. Their last words to you were, "Get out."

You'd been kicked out, and from then, Katrina was very quick to take you in. When she was transferred to the swedish league along with the birth of Harper, the two of you became thick as thieves, soon joined by Charlie and eventually welcoming in Clara.

As much as you missed the cheering, adoring family you once had, you would never exchange it for the family you have now, the one that treats like you like a real human being, with respect and all the love in the world.

Your eyes water a little, overwhelmed by how far you'd come since then, ever glad to have found the family you'd finally been dealt.

You wipe any remnants away quickly, though, and by the time everyone's finished, you're all being urged to return to the changerooms. All haggard but buzzing nonetheless.

The celebrations are rapid to return in the changerooms, dancing around to what you assume is one players speakers blasting Christina Aguilera's "Feel this moment." Being careful not to test your ankle too much with the movement.

You shout out the lyrics alongside your best friend, arm in arm, as beers are passed around for an hour or so. Come time to leave, and everyone's packing up their gear, you hear Tony yell out. "Alright ladies, party hard, but we need you back tomorrow, ready for recovery and our session with cryo. Congratulations, and I'm so very proud of you all."

Whoops and cheers fill the air as you all file onto the bus. You sit next to Hayley, wanting the calmer aura around the winger, as the air around the bus still buzzes with life. You're met with victory chants. (Courteously led by one Lydia Williams herself) and you’re met with cheers and screams around the bus all the way back to the hotel.

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By the time you've all returned to the hotel, you're all more than a little exhausted and slightly buzzed, and yet the others all call out plans to head to one of the local clubs, ready to party further.

You're left with Steph, Caitlin, Katrina, Sam, and Emily, the only group not wanting to exhaust yourselves any more than necessary.

All of you make your way up to your rooms, and you take the opportunity to shower off fully and slip out into the hallway, making your way down to your girls' room.

You're surprised when you don't even have to knock on the door before you're pulled into the room by hands from both girls.

Steph and Caitlin don't waste any time pressing you between them. Steph takes your lips with her own, and you let out a surprised hum against her. The striker behind you has you gripped by the hips, pulling you back into her as she nips at the skin on your neck.

You moan softly, and Steph slips away from your lips and moves kisses down your jawline, down the column of your throat and nips at the skin of your collarbone, tugging softly.

Letting out a breathy groan, leaning back into Caitlin, "I'm so proud of both of you, my group champs." Caitlin's breathy chuckle in your ear sends shivers down your spine.

"I think a little midnight feast is in order, don't you, Stephy?"

The look in her eyes says all you need to know.

*((Smut ahead))

((Seriously, if you don't wanna read smut, don't read ahead, the story ends at the star))

The defender smirks against your neck, looking up into the eyes of the girl behind you before stepping back from you completely to bring her hand up to your chin to tilt your head back to face her, locking gazes with you directly.

"I think, since you've so eagerly suggested as such, you should go first, pretty girl."

Behind you, Caitlin cocks a brow at the suggestion, barely waiting a second before she tugs at the hem of your shirt with a purr.

"Don't mind if I do."

You whine when you don't feel the warmth of your girlfriend pressed against your back. Your shirt is slipped off, and you're pushed back onto the bed with a heavy layer of eagerness.

Caitlin is quick to press down onto you and push you towards the middle before Steph nudges you to lean down on her front as your legs hang from the end of the bed. The striker's knees are pressed on either side of your hips, pinning your lower half to the matress, and she leans down to hover over you.

Her breath fans your neck for a moment as she kisses a path up your throat and takes your bottom lip between her teeth, tugging lightly at it before letting it go. Your chest is almost heaving at this point.

There's a lightheaded buzzing behind your eyes and heat settling in your gut as she kisses you again, sucking at your bottom lip to soothe her earlier ministrations. She then leans up to press a kiss to your other girlfriends lips, and Steph grabs her by the neck to hold her in place for a minute, Caitlin's tongue giving a cheeky swipe at her own, dragging a small groan from the defender.

Caitlin pulls away with a mischievous grin as she keeps her gaze locked with Steph's. She moves down to the floor, knees resting on the carpet as she moves to tug at your training joggers.

You all too happily lift your hips to allow her access, and when you go to grab her to urge her to move closer, you're met with Steph pinning your wrists to the bed below you.

You whine looking up at the defender. She simply chuckles, using your current position to hold you in place, distracting you just long enough for Caitlin to have grabbed you by the thighs to hold you down.

Their hands are hot on your body, and you feel like you're gonna combust at any point.

"Patience sweets, let her take her time, she's earned this meal, don't you think?"

And you can only whimper in response. Although something along the lines of a plea does come through, you're not entirely sure.

Everything feels so fuzzy, but in an ecstatic way.

Steph's lips on yours are grounding, yet they make your head feel light as you're settled back down onto the mattress. Steph's now sitting back on her haunches, hands still tight on your wrists, leaning over you.

Another kiss to your lips is enough of a distraction that the moment Caitlin's tongue makes contact, it has you keening and begging. It's on the fabric of your underwear, but it still has you gasping into the older girl's mouth.

The girl below you loosens her hold on your thighs, running her fingers gently over the skin above the waistband. She slips the tips of her them under the elastic, letting it snap back into place. Once. Twice. Three times. Your hips cant slightly the third time.

"Hold still for me baby." You let out a high pitched whine but keep your lower half planted firmly. She brushes the skin on the inside of your thighs, sending goosebumps down both of them. Before she sits up fully and

"Up."

You do as your told with little fuss, lifting up to allow her to tug the fabric down.

"Cait, please." It's breathy. It's almost whimpered out, but it gets your point across. She chuckles, but relents and her thumb comes into contact with your clit, pressing enough to have you moaning out loud. Steph hushes you softly. "Shhh pretty girl, we don't wanna be too loud. Wouldn't want to draw attention, would we?"

You obediently bite down on your lip, but it's then Caitlin decides is the perfect moment to lick a stripe up your slit and your mouth drops open. Steph is quick to let go of your wrist to silence you. Leaving your left hand free, but you only grip onto the white sheets, fisting them tightly.

The moan reverberates from your throat, though, and almost echoes in the room.

The smirk on the strikers face tells Steph that was entirely intentional. Not that you're paying much attention to that at this point. You can only focus on the feeling of her arms pulling your legs over her shoulders, holding her head closer to your centre.

"Careful."

It's a light scold, but Caitlin raises a brow cheekily. It's when she dives straight into your wetness, lapping at you before sucking harshly at your clit, that you know she'll be in trouble later. You're preening under the heat of her tongue, and her teeth have you shuddering when she tugs gently.

The knot in your stomach twists in on itself almost immediately, leaving you embarrassingly close to the edge already. She could tell immediately after she slips two fingers into you, pressing inside you just right, leaving you almost fluttering around the digits. Your chest is heaving, breath hot and heavy coming from your nose and into the palm of Steph's hand, intermittent with occasional cries of pleasure.

It's in this moment you realise she's dead set on making you cum as quickly as possible, though that doesn't surprise you given she's always competing with the other girl on how quickly they can get you to finish. You'd never had the heart to tell them who was winning that competition, besides, it certainly didn't hurt when they got into a competitive mood like this, especially with such a big win.

With a particularly harsh suck, and a loud keening whine escapes your throat, you're sent over the edge as your heels dig into the clothed shoulder blades of the girl below you and your other hands fingers intertwine with Steph's. Your hips buck against Caitlin's mouth, and she has to pin your waist down with her other forearm to hold you still.

You're still trembling when you come down, legs shaky as she places one last kiss to your clit before she's being pulled up by Steph into a searing kiss above you. The defender almost growls into the kiss, tongue quickly finding its way into the younger of the two's mouth.

When she feels you nudge her by the hip and your hands slip up under her shirt from beneath her, she pulls away, hand gripping Caitlin by the throat, not quite gentle but enough to cut off air.

"Since pretty girl here wants us to make some noise, I think we can put that mouth to use again. What do you think, puddin'?"

You pull yourself out from under them, hands tugging at her shirt as an idea pops to mind. You chuckle darkly.

"How about we turn that mouth into a nice seat for you?"

Caitlin's pupils dilate a little as she's holding direct eye contact with Steph and Steph's eyes darken with grin.

"Perfect idea, baby girl, down on the bed, pretty girl."

Caitlin can barely get a word out before her shirt and bra are basically tugged from her, and she's pushed onto the bed with a rough grunt. Though she has complaints. Steph steps off the bed for a moment to strip completely before she's hovering over the striker, head near the side of the mattress.

Unbeknownst to her, you're currently knelt in front of her, Steph facing you, watching as you give a smirk, gently running your hands over the muscled thighs in front of you, making her jump at the touch.

However, She's quick to pull the blonde brunette down onto her mouth, diving straight in and not wasting any more time than necessary. Steph has to quickly slap a hand over her own mouth to cover a moan as she leans down on the other, which is placed on Caitlin's abs.

Your eyes are hazy watching the two, and when you blink back to, you slip a hand back up to her slit, running a single digit over it before slipping it into her. Caitlin whines below the defender at your touch, urging you on with a small jump of her hips. You abide and slip another in, her warmth clenching around your fingers as you slowly move them. Your mouth soon joins when Steph lets out soft curses and words of encouragement. Which gives you another moment of clarity.

The moment you can feel Caitlin start to tighten around, you slow your ministrations, making the girl on the bed protest.

"Ah ah." You scold lightly. "You don't cum until she does pretty girl."

Your words make Steph herself moan, and she's nearly thrown over the edge by that alone, Caitlin on the other hand, just about doubles her efforts, tongue flicking harshly and sucking on Steph's clit, and you have a smug look on your face as you return to a moderate pace.

It's when Steph has to steady herself as her thighs tighten around Caitlins head that you curl your fingers just enough in a way you know makes the girl finish every time, paired with a particularly sharp suck and both of them tip over the edge, Steph cumming just before the girl below her, hand tight over her mouth to cover any noises leaving her, Caitlin's own moans being muffled by the girl on top of her.

With a shaky breath, Steph carefully pulls away from Caitlin's head after a tap to the leg from the girl and leans back against the headboard as both of them try to catch their breath, Caitlin more so given she was nearly smothered.

You slip up onto the matress with them, kissing both of them, honestly ready to call it in, but Steph has other ideas.

"Not yet, puddin', I think you still have a couple more in you."

Caitlin sits up suddenly with a grin. She looks directly at Steph with a knowing look, and the girl nods at her.

The striker pushes you back down onto the bed. This time, your head lay on the pillows as the other crosses the room to her suitcase, pulling out a dark green and yellow pouch.

What she pulls out of it both almost makes you laugh and moan at the same time. "Really?" Is what comes out instead.

They both laugh, and Steph shakes her head, "I'm not the one who picked it, but I didn’t mind. We have one in Arsenal colours already anyway."

The strap in her hand is bottle green and sparkly gold striped, which looks ridiculous, but at the same time, you can't help the pride you feel when you see it.

"Touché."

You grin as you watch her step into it, the harness, tightening it around her waist and legs. Caitlin is about to slip a pillow under your hips when Steph then motions for you to turn over onto your stomach instead.

This sends you reeling back into a dazed state almost, breath hitching when you feel her spread your legs out against the pillow now under your hips, bent back at the knees.

She grips your hips, pulling you just back enough to lift you up enough off the bed to get access to you. She runs her fingers through your folds, dipping two finger into you before bringing them back to her mouth to suck off the juices with a small groan.

She grabs the bottle of lube Caitlin had pulled out of the pouch for her and douses the dildo and a little bit in you as well. She spreads it evenly before tossing the bottle back to the striker.

One hand splayed in the dip in your back, Steph guides the dildo into you with the other before sinking down to the hilt. You gasp and gulp, trying to take in air as she fills you with the silicone toy, your hands gripping at the sheets as your face is buried into the them as well before turning it to the side to look at the mirror attached to the wall.

You watch as her hips press into yours deliciously, holding there until you can give her the go-ahead to continue. You adjust a little to give her more room to move, and she takes it, pulling out slowly and pushing back in a little harsher, leaving you to pant out her name.

She does it again, and you cry out this time as she does it repeatedly before setting a rough pace. She sets herself on her knees as her hips thrust into you roughly, one hand holding you hips, pulling you into her, the other gripping the back of your neck, pushing you into the matress.

Your moans turn louder, and you find yourself chanting Steph's name paired with swears as you clench your eyes shut with a grit of your teeth.

Suddenly, she slows much to your disapproval, and with a tut, she turns your head back to face the mirror. "Watch me fuck you baby girl, or you dont get to come again."

You nod, and she picks up her pace again, pounding you into the pillow, your ass bouncing every time she thrusts into you. It throws you closer with every nudge of your g-spot and sends you gasping into the open air of the bedroom.

"F-fuck Steph!".

Meanwhile, you can see Caitlin in the mirror, pupils dilated as she watches the defender fuck a you shaped indent into the matress. However, she slips off the bed, and you find out why, snatching up the underwear she tossed earlier, she balls it up and uses it to muffle you.

Your eyes roll back when she does, and Steph has to hold back her own orgasm at the sight, feeling you tighten around the strap, starting to push back to meet her thrusts. You almost push up to your elbows, but she only doubles down on you, and you cry out into the soaked fabric, vision blurring, and your thighs clench around hers from the back as your orgasm rips through you, Steph soon joining you afterwards with a muffled cry of her own, hips shuddering as she slows her thrusts, a slew of curses and praises leaving you preening as you just manage to hear them over your heart beating into your ears.

Caitlins hand rests on the girl's back, rubbing gently as she unclips the strap from her hips suddenly.

You shiver when the strap is pulled from you, and Steph has to push herself up to go sit on the other bed. However, you nearly protest hearing the clips of the strap being clipped back in again, and she turns you over onto your back.

"Jesus baby, I don't think I can-." You're cut off by your own moan when she kneels down to lap at you for a few moments, as she raises s questioning brow at you.

"I- oh- for the love of- oh- okay! Okay!" You just about squeak out.

She chuckles and lines you back up, hands on your hips, thumbs dipping into your hips bones to pull you down onto the strap once again.

Not waiting a second longer, she's pounding into you with the same ferocity, panting into your neck as she settles on her feet and elbows. Your legs wrap around her waist as she fucks you. Your vision is already starting to blur again, only this time the sensitivity is higher, leaving you canting and bucking as she takes you.

Your hands grip onto her shoulder blades, fingers digging into the skin of her back, panties still settled between your teeth. Your nails bite into her back, and she has to hold back a growl of pleasure. She loves it when you and Steph mark her, leave bites and scratches in her skin when she fucks you both. Her ego is only boosted by the shouts of pleasure she draws out of you two.

To which, when she hears you cry out louder, she fastens her pace, doubling down and angling her hips slightly more up to hit your spot better. With that, your vision goes flash hot white as you release with a muffled scream.

Caitlin cries out with you, hips jutting, and she moans when she feels the mess you've left on the fronts of her hips and thighs and the sheets below you.

Slowly moving to bring you down, she stops and waits for your breathing to slow as she pulls out of you. You gasp, finally feeling empty as the strap is unclipped and tossed at the suitcase once again, the girl just about collapsing on top of you, still placed with your legs around her.

Steph gets up off her own bed with a slight wobble, and that's when you notice the lack of feeling in your trembling legs. You let out a laugh of disbelief, and Caitlin can only smugly grin, one at having made you squirt and two at having left you with jelly legs. It's only happened two other times, and they were both times done by Steph.

You yank the pillow from under you both and toss it at the doorway to sneak into the wash later.

Steph helps you onto your side, having grabbed a cloth from the bathroom and carefully wipes you down.

If it wasn't for the fact they were professional athletes on a high, you'd be amazed by the energy they still had in them after all of that and 90 minutes of gameplay. After that, both of them clean themselves with a relatively quick cloth bath and settle back into bed with you as you begin to doze slowly. Caitlin settles against your back, and Steph settles against your front.

They both wrap their arms around you, bringing the single bed sheet up to cover what they can of the three of you. Your breathing finally recovered. You press a deep but slow kiss to Steph's lips, and Caitlin sits up on her elbow, so you do the same with her. The mumble whispered words of affirmation against your skin.

"God I fucking love you both."

They both laugh, hands caressing your face, shoulder and hip. "We love you too baby girl."

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Breakfast the next morning is a shit show. Emily can't quite look you all in the eye, though she does poke fun at Steph, and Sam lets rip into you about keeping her up for three whole hours. Katrina just shakes her head, rubbing her temples, glad she remembered earplugs for Harper before she left sweden.

The other girls who were out had returned just an hour later to find a dead looking Sam, Mini, and Em, and they all nodded at Caitlin and Steph's door. Of course, they all then just layed into the three of you, teasing and pointing out visible hickeys, Charlie poking the most fun at you, with several hickeys now visble on your collarbone as you sit there with your face in your hands at the day ahead of you all.

"Y/L! CATLEY! FOORD!."

"Oh shit." Caitlin.

Steph just facepalms.

Sam looks vindicated but slightly scared for you at the same time.

All the other girls just ooh and whistle at you all.

Except for Mini, she just slaps you upside the head and glares as you all walk away in a way that only mothers can.

All you can mutter as you all skulk into the meeting room where a furious looking Gustafson is standing, is.

"Here we go."

*Oh my lord, and we're done folks, here you guys go.

#steph catley x reader #caitlin foord x reader #steph catley imagine #steph catley imagines #caitlin foord imagine #caitlin foord imagines #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines

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virtchandmoir · 8 months

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andrea_tiller: Loved working, meeting & connecting with Olympic&World Champion⛸️🥇 + wonderful person @tessavirtue17 for her @breitling#nyfw events 😘❤️🇨🇦

Thank you @sheristroh for connecting us ❤️

#andreatillermakeup#tessavirtue#breitling#skatingchampion#skating#worldchampion#canadianathlete#canadian#tomatomakeup#onlygoodvibes

#tessa #off ice #candid life #that professional lighting

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rfxiii · 8 months

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Hey :3

I love your writing ITS SO INSPIRING!! Lately I remembered that Trevor used to play hockey as a kid, so it means he is good at skating?? I saw ur headcanons post AND OMG YEA THAT'S SO REAL!! Could you maybe write a story with Trevor trying to teach Mikey skating? That would be so adorable xdd

Thank you!! 💕💕 take ur time

I’m trying to get better at writing stories (I’m not very good) so tysm for requesting this and letting me practice!! I hope you like it 💕

Tw: none

*slight implied Trikey-ish interactions

[567 words]

Trevor attempting to teach Michael to ice skate:

“Why the hell are we out here, T? This is- Fuck!- This is fucking stupid.”

“Stupid? Mikey, Mikey, Mikey! The only thing stupid is how you look right now.”

Sky blue meets chocolate brown in a vicious glare as Michael Townley clings to the edge of the ice rink- his legs wobbling beneath him like a baby deer, while Trevor Philips grins sharply, unbothered as the ice below the blades on his feet feels natural to him.

“Shut up! When you said you wanted to do something today I thought we’d go to the bar, maybe go see a movie. Not..this!” Michael growls defiantly, his feet scrambling beneath him as just the act of standing up becomes an Olympic event on the slick ice.

But Trevor, a Canadian native and ice hockey champion, takes Michael’s struggle in stride as he sways casually and sports that god-awful grin,

“Come on now, Mikey! You’ve never been one to pussy out! It’ll be fun- trust me!” he taunts, giving Michael’s shoulder a jostle,

“Seriously! Mandy can skate just fine. Even Brad managed not to fall on his fuckin’ ass!”

Michael fights to correct his posture as Trevor’s rough treatment leaves him slipping,

“Mandy has always been athletic, you ass! And Brad- Fuck! He’s got a bigger center of gravity- I dunno! Fuck him and fuck you! I’m gonna break my neck out here, T!”

“Nope! No givin’ up now, Mikey! Let’s go!”

Without prompting, Michael finds his fingers ripped away from the solid edge of the rink; Trevor’s rough, calloused hand gripping his own and pulling him to the center of the ice. It feels like the ground is being wrenched from beneath him, and against his better judgment, with legs scrambling below him like a fool, his arms shoot and wrap tightly around Trevor’s shoulders to steady himself.

“Wooah! Hey, Mikey!” Trevor heckles while a hand catches at Michael’s waist,

“I know ice skating can be romantic, but at least buy me a drink before gettin’ handsy!”

“T, I’m so fuckin’ serious! Cut it out!”

“Alright, alright! Just chill out. Look- quit bein’ a prude, gimme your hand, and fuckin’ indulge me on this for once. Huh? Can ya handle that, pork chop?”

Michael wishes to argue more than anything, but it’s a rare moment that he and Trevor get to hang out alone without Amanda in his ear complaining, the kids needing his attention, or Brad leaving him annoyed by tagging along. It felt like old times when they were each other's only friends. And honestly…he misses that.

“Fuck you... Fine. But you’d better not let me fall!”

“Quit your naggin’! Don’t ya trust me, Mikey?”

As the words leave his scarred lips, a grin twists Trevor’s cheeks and the hand on Michael’s waist moves to extend itself in an offering that Michael was free to reject…at the risk of falling on his ass. So, wordlessly, Michael accepts with eyes clenched shut; his fingers wrapping tightly around Trevor’s hand for support and giving the other man full control over whether or not he went home tonight looking foolish and covered in bruises. But Trevor steadies him, and Michael finds himself drifting easily against the ice that has antagonized him throughout the day.

“See? Not so bad? Right?”

“Alright... Yeah. I trust ya, T. So, what do I do next?”

“Next, you’re gonna try movin’ on your own!”

“WHAT?!”

#asks #gta v #gta 5 #grand theft auto v #grand theft auto 5 #trevor philips #michael townley

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tsarisfanfiction · 21 days

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Champion

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Gen Genre: Family Characters: Kayla She always said she was going to make it to the Olympics, and aged eighteen, it finally happened. TOApril day 5 - For the Best, and maybe I twisted that prompt a little bit here but Kayla deserves to be the best so here we go, ft. some background very proud fathers!

It seemed stupid, being so nervous. There wasn't anything to be nervous of, not really. Kayla was an amazing archer and she knew it - she couldn't not know it, with her upbringing, with her fathers.

It was just another target to hit.

The fact that it was in a different country, a different continent, and there were more eyes on her than ever before shouldn’t mean anything. A target was a target was a target, and she’d been able to hit gold every time without fail at far greater distances than this since she was fourteen. Aged eighteen, with a far more powerful recurve bow than most people expected to look at her, a mere seventy metres was nothing.

Except this was the Olympics. This was Kayla’s dream, the thing she’d aimed for since the first time she’d held a bow – and Kayla didn’t miss her shots.

This was the world stage, with laurels and medals and broken records waiting for her. The current women’s world record was 680. Kayla could beat that. Kayla had beaten that, training in Camp Half-Blood, where mortals couldn’t see her and would never know.

Part of her thrived on that, the little bit of showmanship flair she’d inherited from her dad.

(It had been one of the things she’d shared with Michael, for the scant few months she’d known him. The inborn talent to show off, to settle comfortably into the self-assuredness that she could do whatever she set her mind to, and be good at it.

Would Michael be proud of her, for making it to the Olympics? Would he be proud of her if she won?

She thought he would. She hoped he would. He’d been rough, didn’t understand how to be gentle, and she knew she’d only known him while he was grieving and stressed, but he’d been her big brother, and he’d grinned whenever she shot better than she had before. She couldn’t imagine him not being proud of her.)

These mortals didn’t know her. Well, some did, because Da had been an Olympic coach for years. The Canadian team had watched her grow up, aside from the years she disappeared to what they’d always claimed was a boarding school – and she knew they’d feared her skills hadn’t had a chance to bloom away from her coach of a father, because they didn’t know that camp meant archery training as often as she could get away with, that there were days she’d been at the range from dawn til dusk just because she could.

But most of them didn’t. She was an unknown, to the world stage. Barely any competitions to her name, and even less of them recent. By all rights, if she was someone else looking at her, she wouldn’t expect much. Clearly something got her on the team, and it wasn’t nepotism because Da didn’t do that and Dad wouldn’t belittle her like that, either, but the other archers, the coaches from the other countries, the audience didn’t know that.

They didn’t know where she came from. There were expectations, of course, because the name Knowles held weight in the world of archery – Da had worked hard for that – but no knowledge.

Kayla shouldn’t be nervous, because this was easy, she had made far harder shots when she was eleven and crying because she didn’t know if her favourite big brother was alive or dead.

But it was the Olympics and there were nerves creeping into her chest that had no right to be there, because this was her dream and how dare something as unnecessary as nerves interrupt it, but of course they were. She hadn’t expected anything else, not really.

Da was on the sidelines, a distance that felt far further than the target ahead of her even though it was actually closer. She was pretty certain Dad was somewhere in the crowd, too, and Artemis might be as well. Not for her – or at least, not exclusively, in the case of Apollo – but because this was their domain and Dad had told her enough stories of Olympic competitions over the years that she knew he always went.

Why wouldn’t he?

That didn’t matter, though. That couldn’t matter. What mattered was that Kayla had one arrow left to shoot, and then her Olympic journey was over, one way or another.

Because she wasn’t so unknown to the crowds watching her, really, or the world, because she’d battled her way through all of the stages to this one. The last one.

Whoever scored better here got the gold medal, and Kayla wanted it.

Eyes were on her, the upcoming, unknown archer with the record breaking score (not perfect, because Kayla was holding back. She couldn’t stand out here too much, had to still seem realistic to all those watching mortals, and no-one scored perfectly in all of their shoots at the Olympics. That just didn’t happen. She’d ease that in slowly, next time and the time after, getting better and better until everyone knew her name and she held records that could never be beaten, only matched). The official Olympic record was 680 for women, although the unofficial record was actually 682, and Kayla was one last arrow away from breaking the men’s record of 700.

She would do it; she knew she would. This arrow would hit a perfect bullseye and catapult her to 703 – a far cry from the perfect 720 she had done at camp (had done several times at camp), but a broken record that put her name on the map without letting room for cheating allegations to take root.

(There would be some regardless, Da warned her. Not everyone was gracious in defeat, and she was making waves breaking the records like this. There was nothing to find, nothing to prove, because the only way Kayla could be considered a cheater was because she was the daughter of Apollo, a demigod born directly of the god of archery himself, and she refused to consider that cheating when it was just who she was.)

It was almost anticlimactic, in the end.

A perfect bullseye, the best arrow she’d shot all Olympics, because she’d been holding back but couldn’t do that to herself completely, if she was going to win, she was going to win, and the world exploded.

The immediate aftermath was a blur. There was Da, jumping up and down in sheer delight and barely waiting for her to put her bow down before he was swinging her around as though she was still a little girl. There was handshakes and hugs and congratulations from the other archers, no-one begrudging her score because you could be disappointed in yourself, in archery, but never in others doing well.

There was microphones and flashing cameras and the Canadian flag draped across her shoulders, and so, so, slowly, the realisation that she’d done it, that Kayla Knowles was the Olympic champion, the new World Record holder, and the youngest to do all of that, too.

There was Dad, too, making his way down and seamlessly merging in with the team even though he wasn’t one, and a flash of silver somewhere up in the stands was Artemis, too, although Kayla didn’t expect the goddess to congratulate her anyway, so she wasn’t bothered when it was only her father that came down to give her a massive hug and beam with pride. Her siblings hadn’t made the journey, not because they didn’t want to but because they had responsibilities and there were so many of them it would’ve been impractical, but she knew they’d been watching from wherever they were and made sure to wave directly at all the cameras for them.

But it was the medal around her neck that finally brought her back to clarity, the Canadian flag high behind her, flanked by the South Korean flags of the silver- and bronze-medallists, and O Canada playing for everyone to hear.

She’d done it.

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Otabek Altin Halfway to Impressive Fourth World Title

Leroy, de la Iglesia in the hunt

Thursday, March 21st

MONTREAL, CANADA – Defending and three-time champion Otabek Altin of Kazakhstan is halfway to an incredible, and not often done, fourth world title. The 26-year-old skated a clean and fantastic short program to score 113.45. “I would, of course, love to end it on a fourth world title,” said the three-time Four Continents Champion. “I will accept any placement as long as I skate well. It’s a tough competition, so I know I am going to have to skate my absolute best.”

In the hunt, currently in second, is reigning Olympic Champion Jean-Jacques Leroy of Canada, seeking to earn a medal skating at home. He scored 110.87 for his short program. “I’m from Montreal; I was born and raised here; I train here,” said the nine-time Canadian National Champion. “Skating well at this Worlds is very important to me. I want to do well in front of all my family and friends. Worlds has not been a good competition for me, but I’m going to keep trying until it’s my last one.”

Three-time world medalist Guang-hong de la Iglesia of China is also in the hunt, less than a point behind Leroy with a score of 110.22. “It’s such a close competition; anything can happen!” said the reigning Grand Prix Final Champion. “I know I beat Otabek once, but that doesn’t mean it will happen again. I’m just going to do my thing, and let the chips fall where they may.” When asked about having a fourth world medal be gold, he said, “That would be great, of course! I just want to do two skates that I’m proud of.”

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Barbara Ann Scott OC OOnt was a Canadian figure skater. She was the 1948 Olympic champion, a two-time World champion, and a four-time Canadian national champion in ladies' singles.

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Members of the Olympic champion Canadian women's soccer team told a committee of MPs Thursday that their program is being held back by a lack of support from their governing body.

The team, like its male counterpart, is embroiled in a bitter labour dispute with Canada Soccer, the sport's governing body. Team captain Christine Sinclair and players Janine Beckie, Sophie Schmidt and Quinn brought their case before members of the heritage committee on Thursday.

"There is no greater honour as an athlete than to step on the competitive stage and represent our country," Sinclair said in her opening remarks. "These have been some of the greatest moments of our lives. But they've not come without frustration."

The players gave a scathing review of Canada Soccer, saying the organization paid male players five times as much as it did players on the women's team in 2021. But they said pay equity is only a part of their fight. [...]

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“Though a growing body of data suggests women in sport are more likely to sustain a concussion, have more severe symptoms, and to take longer to recover, most sports-related concussions protocols are based on data from men.

In a review in the British Journal of Sports Medicine, researchers looked at 171 concussion studies written since 1967 which are used to inform the most influential consensus and position statements in treating sports-related concussions.

Clinicians rely on these documents to guide their medical practice when treating athletes -- but most of the studies are focused on men. Only 1% of them was looking exclusively at concussions in women and 40% of them didn't have any women in a sample of participants at all.”

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Kelly Catlin and Ellie Soutter never met, but they had a lot in common.

Both were commanding athletes: Catlin, a US track cyclist, was a three-times world champion and Olympic silver medalist, and Soutter, a snowboarder, was tipped to be one of Team Great Britain's strongest contenders for the 2022 Winter Olympics, having already won a bronze medal at the 2017 European Youth Olympic Festival.

Both were incredibly smart -- Catlin was studying for a master's degree in computational and mathematical engineering at Stanford University, while Soutter learned to speak French in about six months, according to her father.

At times they almost seemed superhuman. In 2013, after only three weeks of formal training and having broken her wrist, Soutter became British Champion with her arm in a cast. Meanwhile, Catlin, who had a tenderness for children, once rode 80 miles through sleet and snow to speak to a grade school about her Olympic experience.

Yet these two women's lives were tragically cut short after they sustained serious head injuries in their pursuit of sporting greatness and then took their own lives. Catlin was 23, while Soutter died by suicide on her 18th birthday.

Females may be more susceptible to concussion, and they also have worse and prolonged symptoms after their injury than men, according to a review of 25 studies of sport-related concussion published in the Orthopaedic Journal of Sports Medicine.

However, women remain significantly underrepresented within sport and exercise science research. This, leading experts warn, means they often do not get the treatment or aftercare they need following a head injury.

Women's sports have historically not received the same attention or funding as men's sports, Dr. Ann McKee, Director of the Boston University Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy (CTE) Center told CNN.

"It's been shown that women athletes are more likely to get a concussion, they tend to have longer recovery periods," McKee added.

"We do not have enough information about what happens in the female brain. We don't know if women are biologically more susceptible to these injuries," she said, adding that some research suggests the size and musculature of women's necks could play a part.

Before becoming a track cyclist, Catlin, a triplet, was a national champion road cyclist and time trial national champion, her father Mark, told CNN. After winning a Canadian international race at 17 she was invited to an Olympic training camp for a try out, where, impressed by her performance numbers, coaches immediately offered her a position on the track pursuit team.

Catlin's father, Mark, told CNN, that his daughter was "intense" and "ambitious," attributes she channeled into her sporting life.

Her life changed irrevocably in January 2019. Practicing fast downhill descents in the hills near Los Angeles, she crashed and went skidding down the road. Despite suffering road rash, Catlin got back on her bike, and finished the ride. It wasn't her first crash -- she had experienced 4 or 5 hard crashes before this, her father said, and after the latest, she didn't have any symptoms at the time.

But soon after, at a World Cup track event in Berlin, Catlin was gripped by a sudden and severe headache.

"She couldn't compete," her father said. "Kelly is kind of this stoical individual. And if she's rolling around on the ground, clutching her head, it has to be a severe thing."

On closer inspection, Catlin's helmet from LA had dents in it. Her father told CNN that this, coupled with her symptoms, caused her family to become aware she had suffered a concussion, which was later confirmed with a diagnosis from Stanford's Health Centre.

A concussion is a brain injury which happens after a hit to the head or body causes the brain to move back and forth inside the skull, according to the CDC.

When Catlin returned to the US, her father says she was examined by the track training center in Colorado, whose work-up didn't find anything.

"There wasn't any follow-up from Colorado after this. I believe they assumed she would seek care at Stanford," he told CNN.

Catlin's symptoms didn't improve, and in weekly phone calls with her parents, she admitted she was struggling with schoolwork and was unable to concentrate.

Stanford Health Center, having diagnosed Catlin with concussion with ongoing symptoms, recommended that she decrease her training for 2 weeks and then gradually build back up and start sessions with an athletic trainer, medical documents sent to CNN by her father show. She was referred to a concussion specialist, the document adds.

She tried to train, but "she would have to stop because she got a severe headache just from walking," according to her father. Her heart rate would also accelerate rapidly from even the smallest exertion, leaving her with "no exercise tolerance whatsoever," he added.

Wherever she turned she could not find help."

Mark Catlin

Her injury had other consequences.

"As far as we knew she was never a person that suffered from depression. She had an interesting sense of humor. She was always upbeat and bubbly about things," her father told CNN.

"She basically thought her life was over. She was no longer able to be the athlete that she was, she was failing her teammates. And she wasn't able to succeed in school now. And I think ultimately, that's why she took her life, because she thought her life was over," he added.

At the end of January, Catlin made a serious but unsuccessful suicide attempt, and was involuntarily admitted to the locked psychiatric ward at Stanford, her father told CNN.

A month after that attempt, she took her own life.

Soutter's father Tony said there were many dimensions to his young daughter -- not only was she an "adrenaline junkie," but she was "very conscientious" and excelled in school, even after moving from England to France.

Aged 12, Soutter took up snowboarding at school -- and just months later, she was spotted in her hometown resort of Les Gets and trialed by Team Great Britain in February 2013.

"It was quite obvious why she kept winning competitions because she just made it easy," her father said. "She just made it look graceful and beautiful."

But training took its toll -- Soutter told CNN that his daughter suffered seven major concussions in five years, between 2013 and 2018.

"I was being advised by doctors "Oh, don't worry, she's young enough she'll bounce back. As she progressed, becoming an elite athlete starting on the World Cup circuit, every time she had another concussion, they got worse, and they took longer to recover from," he told CNN.

"With every concussion, with the exception of a few minor knocks, Ellie saw a doctor in person," he added. "I was always told that she was young enough to bounce back to full health after each case and therefore never consulted with the doctors that I met, about any previous concussions."

But Soutter's final concussion was so "huge" that she spent two nights in the hospital.

"When I got there, she didn't even know who I was or where she was," her father said.

Soutter was then selected for the Junior Snowboard World Championships in New Zealand August 2018. But a month before the competition, she died by suicide.

I truly believe today that my daughter would be alive had I had...even the smallest bit of information."

Her father said a neurologist conducted a CT scan of her brain and reaction tests three months after her final concussion, but said she was "absolutely fine" and could continue competing.

Like Catlin, Soutter had issues with studying and concentrating, becoming more insular as she suffered from crippling headaches. She also started suffering from insomnia.

"She would literally sit with the tutor a good month after a concussion, and suddenly, she'd go blind. She'd not be able to see -- everything would go black and dark," her father said.

After missing a flight to snowboard training, Soutter died by suicide on her 18th birthday.

Team GB referred CNN to GB Snowsport when approached for comment, adding that Ellie only competed for Team GB at one event.

In order to represent Britain in international competitions, GB Snowsport says athletes or their coaches are required to demonstrate that the athlete has reached established performance criteria, is of the relevant technical ability to compete, and has appropriate medical clearance to compete. A large number of athletes can represent Britain at different levels of international competition but are not part of a programme delivered and overseen by GB Snowsport.

"As Ellie was not part of the GB Snowsport programme, we were unable to implement a personalised recovery and management programme for Ellie," a spokesperson for GB Snowsport told CNN in an email.

"She was, however, covered by national policies and protocols around fitness to compete, and would not have been cleared for any activity -- training or competition -- overseen by GB Snowsport without being able to demonstrate appropriate medical sign-off," they added.

The spokesperson for GB Snowsport told CNN: "We take concussions and head injuries incredibly seriously, and in reviewing contemporaneous records from the time that Ellie was involved in snowsport we are confident that GB Snowsport staff applied and followed every appropriate process."

Catlin and Soutter aren't the only young sporting women whose lives have been cut short in this way.

After 29-year-old Australian rules football player Jacinda Barclay took her life in 2020, post-mortem research by scientists found that she had degradation to her cerebral white matter unusual for someone her age.

"For someone her age, you would expect to see lovely pristine white matter, and hers looked like she was an old woman in that it was basically degraded," Michael Buckland, founder and Executive Director of the Australian Sports Brain Bank, who studied Barclay's brain, told CNN.

"We haven't gone back and done specific white matter studies on our donors," he told CNN, adding that the bank hasn't done peer reviewed research on this. "But what struck me, just as someone that sees a lot of brains -- this is not normal for someone of that age."

Damage to white matter has been associated with dementia, according to research published in the Journal of the American Medical Association.

Opportunities missed

Suicide after concussion is rare. However patients diagnosed with concussion or mild traumatic brain injury had double the risk of suicide and a higher risk of suicide attempts and suicidal thoughts than people without brain injuries, a 2018 study from researchers at the University of Harvard published in JAMA Neurology found.

Dr. Robert Cantu, clinical professor of neurology at the Center for the Study of Traumatic Encephalopathy at Boston University School of Medicine told CNN that there are several theories as to why incidence of suicide is higher in people who have suffered concussion.

One theory, he explained, is that those suffering from persistent post-concussion symptoms may have structural or functional brain damage and could be experiencing "behavioral dysregulation: short fuse, irritability, [and] can't suppress impulses the way you normally could."

With these emotional problems, "they would be more prone to perhaps do something impulsive, like commit suicide," Cantu told CNN.

A second theory, Cantu noted, is that post-concussive symptoms prevent people from getting back into their sport and stop them "from being the person that they were before their injury."

Neither theory is proven to the exclusion of the other, Cantu said, adding he thinks increased suicidality was "a combined factor involving both in many, if not most cases."

There are also differences in the way brain injuries affect women.

A study of female soccer players across US high schools found they are nearly twice as likely to suffer concussion as their male counterparts, according to research that looked at over 80,000 adolescent athletes, published in the journal JAMA Network Open.

Women remain significantly underrepresented within sport and exercise science research: a 2021 study examining papers from some of the most influential sports medical journals found that only 6% of the studies were solely focused on women, compared with 31% of studies that included just men.

Other researchers have pointed to female sex hormones, with risk of concussion changing with hormone levels during a menstrual cycle.

McKee said all athletes can also experience "non-concussive" injuries: "hits to the head that can be of the same magnitude as concussion, but they don't rise to the level of symptoms for whatever reason, so a player tends to play right through it."

Cumulative exposure to repetitive head impacts -- including concussion and non- concussive injuries -- increases the risk for the neurodegenerative brain disease chronic traumatic encephalopathy, known as CTE, McKee said.

The disease, which can only be formally diagnosed with an autopsy, has mostly been seen in either veterans or people who played contact sports, particularly American football, say researchers. The disease occurs when the brain starts to degenerate likely due to repeated head traumas, according to the Mayo Clinic, which notes CTE is "associated with recurrent concussions."

But scientists aren't only concerned about concussions.

Previous studies have shown subconcussive head impacts -- repetitive hits to the head and body that do not cause symptoms -- can still result in long-term neurological disease.

According to The Concussion Legacy Foundation, "the best available evidence suggests that subconcussive impacts, not concussions, are the driving force behind CTE."

There have been cases of CTE discovered in athletes who have never been diagnosed with a concussion, according to the Concussion Legacy Foundation.

And other changes in the brain after repetitive head impacts aside from CTE are likely "equally important," McKee said.

"We also see damage to the white matter. And that appears to be mostly in the frontal lobe, but also in the temporal lobes," she said.

"We're trying to understand the relationship of those white matter changes to behavioral and mood symptoms, perhaps even suicidality," she said.

McKee stressed that concussion management is important, but physicians and athletes should also be aware of other injuries.

"The problem is the subclinical hits -- the non-concussive injuries that aren't detected, you don't pull the player off the field -- and they can be in the hundreds or even the 1000s in a single season," she explained.

Lack of research

Though a growing body of data suggests women in sport are more likely to sustain a concussion, have more severe symptoms, and to take longer to recover, most sports-related concussions protocols are based on data from men.

There is another risk factor for women in sport when they sustain head injuries, Katherine Snedaker, founder and executive director of PINK Concussions, a non-profit dedicated to women's health and brain injury, told CNN.

There is a gulf of millions of dollars separating women and men when it comes to average annual salaries in most professional sports.

Outside of elite sport, Snedaker says, female athletes often don't have access to the same medical care as men, meaning head injuries aren't spotted as routinely.

"They tend to push really hard through the injury," she said.

And many women can't afford to take time out to recover: even professional athletes will supplement their sports income with other jobs, she added, and many are caregivers.

"When they really crater, it's a couple of days or weeks later."

Snedaker said female athletes often weren't aware they had suffered a head injury.

If they were, she said, there were no appropriate medical or sporting staff to inform.

Not enough support

The families of Catlin and Soutter feel the young women didn't get enough support after their injuries.

After Catlin's first suicide attempt, she was released from an involuntary admission to the psychiatric ward after threatening legal action, and a conference between psychiatrists, her coach and her parents.

She attended therapy sessions, which she agreed to attend during the conference, but found "they were geared toward suicidal freshman with a whole set of different issues than an elite Olympic athlete," her father told CNN.

She got a referral to a sports psychologist that worked with the Stanford athletic department, but the department forbade the psychologist from seeing Catlin because she was not a varsity athlete, her father added.

She contacted the office of a sports psychologist with whom she had developed a rapport while in the hospital -- but, his appointment secretary said he had no openings for six months, her father told CNN.

"Wherever she turned she could not find help," he said, adding that his daughter tried a suicide hotline several times: she was once put on hold and once received no answer.

Catlin described his daughter as a "stoic, female warrior type person that isn't going to admit that she's struggling."

"She needed a sports psychiatrist that really could understand what she was going through and understand the rigors of her life in terms of preparation for competitions and the athletic side of it and what it could potentially do to you."

Her father said a major factor in his daughter's death was "a lack of communication between the facilities that were involved in Kelly's care. No one was in charge and they assumed the other institutions were following up when they weren't," he added.

In a statement sent to CNN, Luisa Rapport, director of emergency communications and media relations at Stanford University did not address any of the specific allegations made by Catlin's family. She said while the university does not discuss in the media the details of individual students' experiences, "supporting the mental and emotional health of students is a critical priority for Stanford."

"Students in need of mental health crisis assistance -- including students having suicidal thoughts -- and those who are concerned about students in need of assistance, can contact the University's Counseling and Psychological Services (CAPS) 24 hours-a-day, seven days-a-week," she added.

Rapport said that in addition to this, "there are multiple places where psychological services may be provided for students depending on individualized need and treatment recommendations, including, for example, affiliated hospital services and clinics through Stanford's Department of Psychiatry and Behavioral Sciences, and mental health programs and clinicians in the community."

In a statement sent to CNN, USA Cycling said it was "devastated" by Catlin's death, adding: "She brought focus and determination to everything she did, and served as an inspiration to everyone who knew her.

"As the National Governing Body for the sport of cycling, USA Cycling prioritizes the holistic wellbeing of the riders on the U.S. National Team and has a longstanding commitment to providing both physical and mental health resources to members of the team," a representative for USA Cycling added.

After his daughter Ellie's death, Soutter was contacted by the UNITE Brain Bank, who wanted to study her brain as part of their research into CTE.

But even in that facility -- the biggest of its kind in the world -- of some 12,190 brains, only 3% belonged to women, Ann McKee, Director of the Boston University Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy (CTE) Center told CNN.

"When I actually started looking into CTE -- all of the work that they've done with the footballers in America, she had every single symptom and more," Soutter told CNN.

"It was quite obvious to me that there was a definite link in her starting to get into dark places and feeling bad and anxious and not sleeping properly. All of those symptoms ... Every one that's involved in CTE was part of Ellie's life," he added.

"I truly believe today that my daughter would be alive had I had any inkling, you know, even the smallest bit of information."

Editor's Note: If you are in the US and you or a loved one have contemplated suicide, call The National Suicide and Crisis Lifeline at 988 or 1-800-273-TALK (8255) to connect with a trained counselor.

For support outside of the US, a worldwide directory of resources and international hotlines is provided by the International Association for Suicide Prevention. You can also turn to Befrienders Worldwide.

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