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brighter-by-the-daly · 3 months
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The kids are back together! 🤗
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hedghost · 5 months
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did i just go through like half the entire fantasy league just to find the best names? potentially…
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and a personal fave:
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mrchiipchrome · 9 months
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In pinterest we trust 🫡
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wosobullshit · 1 year
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"Those damn Brits." (Anna Patten x reader)
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Let's pretend Anna got a call up for the game against the us, okay?
Also, mentor pinoe >>
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warnings: none, I guess
“The last time we played England, they accused us of spying”, Megan recalls, her left arm lazily placed around your shoulder while the two of you walk towards the tunnel to the changing room.
As you were born and raised in Seattle, playing for the Reign came almost naturally. You started playing for them when you were about 6 years old; went through all of their youth teams successfully and eventually got your senior call up for the first team, two years ago. You were one of their own and when you got selected for the best XI in your first season for the OL Reign even Megan Rapinoe was surprised and more importantly - impressed. From that day on, she took you under her wing – not only in Seattle but also during most national team camps. At one point, your teammates even started to call you “Mini-Pi” as you had slowly started to adapt to Megan and unconsciously copied not only her playing style but also her behavior off the pitch.
You shake your head in disbelief, unable to suppress the scoff, “Please, as if we’d ever spy on them”.
Megan watches you in amusement, a proud smile lingering on her lips. “You really are a mini version of me, aren’t you?”. You shrug, opening the door for her “Maybe you’re just the big version of me.”
With a shake of her head, she walks into the changing room, mimicking your words in a mocking tone before Sofia’s voice interrupts her “Pinoe, I know she’s your whole pride, but rules are rules. The youngsters carry the equipment. Even Mini-Pi right here!”
Ignoring your hard glare, Sofia drags you out of Megan’s embrace back to the pitch, where the other youngsters already collect the bottles that had been thrown all over the pitch during practice.
“Don’t worry, we’ve all been there.”, the brown-haired defender grins, giving you one last pat on the back before returning to the older players.
Making a mental note to be extra hard on Sofia during the next drills, you make your way over to Ashley and Trinity – both of them seemingly enjoying their task more than you, as they bickered about their upcoming  games with the Spirit. You join their conversation, occasionally laughing at one of Ashley’s jokes or the way Trinity tries to bottle flip the plastic bottles she had already collected. After a while, the bickering about the Washington Spirit and Kelley’s behavior during their last game continues and you decide to actually focus on your task to get back to Megan and your other OL Reign teammates faster.
Your plan quickly fades, when you spot a few women coming out of the tunnel onto the field. You narrow your eyes across the pitch to make out who they are, and you soon come to the conclusion that they must be other players. England players to be specific. You quietly watch as they lazily kick the ball around and race each other over the field like Trin and Ash would do every single day at camp.
“Aren’t you a little too American to be here with us”, someone states from behind you, startling you a bit with it. Your head whips around to the unknown voice and your lips curl up into a cocky grin.
“Why? Are you afraid we’ll spy on you again”, the arrogance in your voice and your cocky grin, causing the young British defender to grimace in annoyance.
“Bloody hell, you Americans really are arrogant.”, she scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest as if she wants to shield herself from your intense gaze.
“You say arrogant, we say confident.”, you reply not letting her crossed arms stop you from checking her out from head to toes.
Another scoff can be heard at your words. “Let’s see how confident you are, when we kick your American ass tomorrow.”
You raise your eyebrows in amusement at her obvious hostility while placing your hands on your hips proudly. “Why so serious, princess?”, you mock her in your best British accent.
“Do not call me princess.”, is all you get in return, anger audible in her voice.
“Why? Aren’t you Brits all totally head over heels for your princess?”, the words leaving your mouth before you actually think about what you’re saying.
“It’s the queen.”, her correction comes out as a frustrated growl and you wonder how much more you can push her before she’d explode.
You think for a second, debating whether to say what’s on your mind or just end the conversation before one of you will do something they’ll regret.
Ultimately you decide to push your luck. “Ah no, you’re not queen worthy yet.”
“Fuck you!”, the brown-haired Brit hisses before storming off, visibly annoyed and frustrated with you and your cocky behavior.
But you don’t stop and shout a satisfied “Sure princess. When?” after her, which causes her to stop and turn around to look back at you, her cheeks visibly flushed. “I hate you.”
You raise your hand in faux defeat, unable to suppress the grin at her flustered state.
“Is that how you Brits treat your guests?”
Before she can answer another unknown voice interrupts your teasing and you can see her desperately thinking about a witty comeback, so you wouldn’t be the one to win this argument but ultimately she turns around again, marching back to her teammates; some of them eying you carefully.
You watch her leave, eyes narrowing at the name written on the back of her kit. “Patten.”, you murmur to yourself, creating a mental note to look her up as soon as you’re back at the hotel, before you turn around to see that you were the only American left on the pitch.
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You hurry into the bus – hair still wet from the shower you took before changing.
“Jesus, Y/N, what took you so long?”, Rose mumbles before you plop down in the seat next to Megan who doesn’t even look up from her phone to greet you. “One of the English players wanted to say…”, you hesitate before adding a small “...hi.”
“Is she blonde? You like blonde.”, Megan finally acknowledges your return – still not looking up, but an amused grin plastered all over her face. You shake your head, scoffing at her words.
While Megan does not necessarily approve of your whole “I don’t do relationships” – attitude, she had decided to nevertheless support you in your decisions, blaming your young age and the thrill of the chase for your usually, only temporary lasting, relationships.
You, on the other hand, are quite happy with how Megan chooses to ignore your private life most of the time; the idea of someone knowing too much of you privately – even Megan – just doesn’t sit right with you. You like to keep those things to yourself. You appreciate Megan for this. She is an incredible mentor for you on and off the pitch and supports you wherever she can but she also allows you the freedom you need to grow as a person and to do things on your own.
“Just don’t get too distracted, alright?”, she nudges you carefully, eyes searching yours to signalize that she is being serious. You nod enthusiastically. “You know me.”
“Yeah, that’s exactly why I’m scared.”, she mumbles which earns her a sharp glare from your side.
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“Cleats?”
“Check!”
“Shin pads?”
“Check!”
“Brain?”
“Che- Hey!”, you turn back to Megan, who grins back at you adoringly. She lifts her hands to straighten your blue kit before she rests her hand on your shoulders, patting it nervously.
“Okay, we both know I’m not good at giving pep talks, but I want you to know that the whole team believes in you and that you earned this spot, alright? And…”, she trails off awkwardly.
“And?”, you whisper, overwhelmed by Megan’s praises.
“And I’m very proud of you.”, she blurts out, before shoving you after Lindsey as the game was about to start. The grin on her face matches yours, as both – mentor and mentee make their way into the Wembley stadium. While you had played several games for the US women’s national team before, you were never given the opportunity to start from the beginning but with Alex, Christen and Tobin out because of injuries, Vlatko decided to give you the opportunity to impress the whole world. And lord, you were planning on using it.
During the national anthem, you stand next to Trinity and Megan – both of them looking calm and relaxed while you nervously shuffle from foot to foot as you take it all in. Wembley – USA vs. England – your first cap from the beginning – what a way to make your full-time debut.
Your nervousness quickly fades into sparkling confidence when a pair of brown eyes meet yours. You wink at Anna, relishing in the way she slams back into her seat and how her face flushes bright red at your flirting.
“What was that?”, Ebony asks with raised eyebrows after witnessing the encounter between her teammate and the American forward.
“What was what?”, Anna mumbles, forcing herself to look away from you.
“Did Y/N just wink at you?”, she grins as she looks back and forth between you and Anna before ultimately turning her whole body to face her friend expectantly.
“Y/N? Do you guys know each other?”, the British defender crumbles under Ebony’s intense stare and tries to sink even further into her seat, feeling uncomfortable with not only your eyes pinned on her but also Ebony’s.
“Yeah, I played against her last season; I kid you not – that woman is a goddess.”, she mumbles, finally tearing her face away from Anna to look back at you.
“She does look good. For an American, I mean.”, Anna corrects herself, blushing brightly as Ebony raises an eyebrow and snorts amused.
“I didn’t mean her looks, though she does look amazing. Her way of playing is just absolutely brutal.”, she replies, watching cockily as Anna’s blush was now covering her entire face.
“Yeah, whatever.”, the British defender retorts, keen on ending the conversation.
You watch the whole interaction from where you are standing. Oh, how you are wishing to know what the two of them are talking about – more specifically: if they are talking about you. A gentle push from Megan reminds you actually had to move your feet to jog to your position on the other side of the pitch.
Getting up after the needling, you lock eyes with Megan one last time, only to see her mouth a supportive “good luck”, before the game finally starts.
It’s a tough game – exhausting. It’s clear to see that the US is missing some of their best players with Kelley O’Hara, Alex Morgan and Emily Sonnett all out due to injuries. While the youngsters are bringing a lot of fresh energy into the US’ playing style, they’re simply lacking the experience to handle the newly crowned European champions. So, unfortunately, it is no surprise when England takes the lead, leaving you frustrated and annoyed when Megan pats your back supportively. You jog back to your position, not daring to look at your British princess; knowing exactly that she had been watching you the entire game.
So, the game continues and you soon find yourself in a 1v1 situation against Keira Walsh, sneakily outmaneuvering her before sprinting across the pitch to see that Megan and Sophia are both following you – normally you’d chip the ball to Megan without a second thought but in the corner of your eye you see Lucy Bronze and Alex Greenwood both marking her like dogs; so you try another approach, sending Sophia the ball instead of Megan. Sophia shows once again why she’s one of the best generational talents in the game and equalizes for the US, before she jumps into your arms and wraps her legs around your torso. You carry her for a while, only letting her down when your teammates join the embrace, shouting words of encouragement into both your ears.
Slowly, everyone returns to their position and you finally sneak a peek at Anna again, sending a wink her way before you hear Megan calling out for you “Neither the time nor the place for it. Keep your dick in your pants, Y/N”, she commands, and you shudder at her annoyed tone.
England scores again; Georgia Stanway successfully wins her penalty kick against Alyssa. You shake your head in disappointment, when you hear a familiar name getting subbed in through the speakers. You watch as Anna jogs to her position on the pitch, completely ignoring the smug grin on your face. From that moment on, you are like a different player. Your passes are accurately delivered, creating more and more chances for the US and you often find yourself taking shots on your own, making sure to keep Mary Earps and her defenders occupied during the game, leading to them huffing in frustration and relief after a shot from you almost ended up as the equalizer.
While everyone waits for Megan to deliver the corner kick, you spot an opportunity to rile up a certain opponent of yours even more. It doesn’t take a genius to see how frustrated the young defender is with your constant presence around her and not being able to make a single step without you following her.  
You position yourself behind her, letting your hands rest on the small of her back before breathing a seductive “Fancy meeting you here, princess.”, into her ear and she immediately stiffens under the contact. You – on the other hand – enjoy the way her neck reddens, clearly not from the exhaustion but from the placement of your hands, and the way her breath hitches at your closeness.
“You’re hot, when you get all worked up because you can’t keep up with me”, you continue, gripping her waist more firmly as you prepare yourself to jump into the air for Megan’s delivery.
Anna’s heart is beating rapidly, and how she curses herself for knowing that it’s not only because of the intense game but also because of your touch. She desperately tries to fight the goosebumps covering her arms; fortunately for her your hands are placed on her hips, so you don’t see the way your words affect her – at least she hopes so.
You watch as Megan raises her hand to signal that she’s about to shoot and you find yourself gathering all the strength you’ve got left to jump up for the header. You miss; instead feeling a body crash into your ribs before colliding with the ground.
You groan in pain, cowering on the ground while your hand grabs the fabric of a shirt for support. Keeping your eyes shut, you try to breathe out; instantly wheezing when the pain overwhelms you once again, making you grab the fabric even tighter.
The young British defender under you, blushes furiously when she finds you in her arms, grabbing onto her shirt for support. You are in obvious pain and do not seem to notice whose shirt you are instinctively grabbing – yet her breath hitches when you bury your head into her stomach, moaning in pain. After a second Megan appears, staring daggers at the Brit and Anna knew: if looks could kill – she'd be dead by now.
“Mini-Pi, you have to stay still, okay?”, Sofia’s voice is calm and you feel her tugging on your shirt to inspect your ribs and the rapidly forming bruises.  
When you open your eyes you see Megan next to you, replacing the fabric of the shirt you’re gripping with her own hand, giving it a soft squeeze and you let out a shaky breath, feeling something move under you. Turning your head to inspect the source of the discomfort, you watch as Lucy drags Anna away from you – her eyes narrowing at you with obvious concern. Seconds later, the referee steps into the picture pulling out a yellow card; almost shoving it into Anna’s face and she nods immediately, accepting the punishment with dignity before wiggling out of Lucy’s grasp to return to you.
The brown-haired defender ignores her teammates' warning to just let it go and kneels down next to you. “You okay?”, she smiles softly at you.
You don’t answer, the pain makes it impossible for you to form a coherent sentence. Megan watches the interaction for a moment before she interferes, growling dangerously at the England players behind Anna – although her gaze is completely fixated on the defender.
“Someone better get her away from here or I will.”
Lucy reacts immediately, sensing that the situation is about to escalate, so she grabs Anna by the shoulders and drags her away from you and your teammates.
The medical team is quick to decide that you need to be taken off. Sofia, who gets subbed off with you, promises Megan to stay by your side and follows you into the medical room.
Once the medics disappear you and Sofia fall into a comfortable silence. She senses that you’re still in pain and quietly grabs the ice pack from your hand, pressing it softly onto your bruises while her other hand soothingly strokes your head. The American watches, as a single tear slowly makes its way down your cheek and her heart breaks at the view of the young forward in front of her.
Suddenly, the door cracks open and a certain British defender peeks into the room. Anna stops her movement as she sees the way Sofia is huddled over you – one hand pressing onto your ribs while the other strokes your head. She knows that the two of you are playing for the same club, so she expected you to be close but the situation in front of her makes her stomach churn uncomfortably.
She clears her throat awkwardly, causing Sofia to look up to her; eyebrows raised in hostility as she observes how the young Brit is slowly tiptoeing into the room.
“Can I please talk to Y/N?”, her voice is stained with fear, and she shifts uncomfortably from one foot to the other, “I want to apologize.”
“Go on then.”, Sofia growls just like Megan had earlier.
“Alone, if that’s okay.”, Anna is quick to reply with a sharp nod towards Sofia, who immediately shakes her head in distrust “Not a chance.”
“Y/N?”, the younger woman is sending her plea straight to you, ignoring Sofia’s answer entirely.
You squeeze your teammates hand in reassurance, silently promising her that you’d be fine on your own. “Thanks, Sof – you’re the best.”, you murmur as she walks towards the exit, eying the young Brit suspiciously before nodding lovingly at you “Always.”
As soon as the American had left, an uncomfortable silence filled the room. Carefully, the young woman plops down in the seat, Sofia sat in minutes prior.
“Bloody hell, you are infuriating, do you know that?”, she scoffs, eyes roaming shamelessly over your naked abdomen to make out whether the injury was serious or not – at least that’s what she told herself.  
“See something you like?” you grin, the painkillers in your veins pushing your boldness to new levels.
“Good to see that you’re still the old, cocky Y/N I know.”, she wants her reply to come out way harsher than it ultimately does, making you quirk up your eyebrows at her soft tone.
For a moment you decide to take in her flustered state, enjoying the obvious effect you had on her. “We only met yesterday, princess. You hardly know me.”
Before Anna can even think about answering the door opens again and Megan rushes in, followed by Sofia who smugly grins at the young Brit next to you. “Get the hell away from her.”, your mentor hisses – voice tight from the anger she had held back ever since she heard your scream when you hit the ground.
You chuckle in amusement as Anna backs away from you in horror, shooting Sofia an annoyed glare. Before she leaves the room entirely, she stops to give you one last look.
“You’re right, I don’t know you. I guess, what I’m trying to say is, that I’d like to get to know you.”, with that she winks at you – leaving you in a flustered state and for the first time in a while – absolutely speechless.
With that she disappears, clearly thinking she’d never see you again. Little does she know what her future has in store for the two of you.
“Those damn Brits.”, Megan’s voice is still tight but a hunch softer as she checks out the bruises on your stomach “And damn you – you scared the shit out of me!”
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The good peeps😩
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am i still in denial
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