#uswnt fanfic

[wordsbyrian]

Divine - Kelley O'Hara x Reader

Summary: Request was along the lines of Kelley x Reader where R is like divinely attractive. like the sun always hits her perfectly and everybody is in love with her. maybe she catches her teammates watching edits of her?

A/N: it was a request and then it was on the poll from ages ago and then i told @wosobullshit that i would write it so yeah. ta-da!

No one on the team is really sure how you do it.

It seemed like no matter what was going on around you, you managed to look perfect at all times, at least in your girlfriend’s opinion.

Doesn’t matter if you just finished running the beep test, or played a full 90 in a torrential downpour, or had just rolled out of bed for one reason or another. You always looked like you just stepped out of the pages of a sports magazine, even when you were forced to wear the hideous Portland jerseys.

The thing is, your girlfriend, Kelley, can’t even explain it but she’s more than willing to stand and stare and enjoy the view.

Currently, she and the rest of the team are watching as you help some of the trainers set up the cones for a drill and for some reason it seems as though no matter how you turned, you seemed to catch the light perfectly.

“Christ,” Sonny says, whistling lowly, “the fans might be right about Y/N.”

Kelley’s quick to reach out and swat at her young friend, “Hands off Sonnett.”

“I’m just looking.”

“No looking either!”

Unfortunately for Kelley (and the rest of the team) her voice travels just enough to be heard by the coaching staff, who are quick to rush them onto the field to get practice started.

Throughout practice, you do feel more eyes on you then normal but you brush it off as the training staff wanting to keep an extra close eye on you since you were still bouncing back from an injury. Of course, you noticed Kelley staring but that isn’t really anything new as you catch her staring at all hours of the day.

There’s also the cameras that feel like they're constantly on you. Which is weird to you but you push through and get on with the drills.

That afternoon when everyone has been loaded back onto the bus and you’re on your way back to the hotel, you notice the eyes on you again and you’re also pretty sure you hear someone whispering about the vein popping out on your forehead but you’re too busy arguing with Crystal to care.

“No, Y/N/N, there’s no way that you’re trying to tell me that ‘Hit Em Up’ is a better diss track than ‘No Vaseline,’” Crystal says, “‘No Vaseline’ is the diss track.”

A very important topic of conversation.

You shake your head fiercely before speaking, “Pac started the song by saying and I quote ‘that’s why i fucked your bitch you fat motherfucker’ then ended it by making fun of Prodigy for having Sickle Cell. Cube didn’t say anything that brutal.”

“Cube also didn’t need 3 of his friends to back him up in his beef,” Crys shoots back.

“He was beefing with the dudes that helped make him famous! HE DIDN'T HAVE ANY FRIENDS LEFT TO BACK HIM UP!”

The two of you have been having this argument on and off for weeks. Always over the same two songs and there is no doubt in your mind that your teammates are sick of hearing it. Especially the ones that have to put with you in POrtland and with the national team.

“Helped make him famous?!”

“Yes!”

“Seriously?!”

“Yes!”

The two of you are both leaning across the aisle, glaring at each other at this point, faces so close together that anyone else would’ve found it uncomfortable but the two of you had grown up together and as such were unfazed by it.

Out of the corner of your eye, before you or Crystal could continue, you noticed Kelley and Sonnett sitting in the back row glancing at a phone, then back at you, then back to the phone before giggling.

“I’ll get back to you in a second, Dunny, this isn’t over,” you say before getting up and heading towards your girlfriend.

It's not that hard for her to spot you coming, being in a confined space and all. The whole tall and tattooed thing you have going isn’t really beneficial to sneaking up on people either. BUt your height is currently working in your favor because it means you can easily see the way both Kelley and Emily scramble to hide the phone (and its screen) from your view.

“Hi, baby,” Kelley says when you reach them and drop into the seat across from them.

“Yeah, ‘hi baby’” Sonny mimics, earning an elbow to the gut from her fellow Georgian.

“That’s not suspicious at all,” you mumble under your breath. “Anyway, I was wondering if the two of you troublemakers made any plans for tomorrow or if I’ll actually be able to hang out with my girlfriend at some point this camp.”

“You can have her, Y/N/N, I’ve been trying to get rid of her days,” Emily jokes.

Laughing at the offended look on Kelley’s face, you press a kiss to the side of her head before heading back to argue with Crystal.

The next day, you and Kelley are basically attached at the hip, or more accurately, the hand with the way she’s been dragging you from place to place the entire time.

And now after much convincing (read: whining) from you, you’ve finally got her to agree that a nap is a good use of your afternoon.

There’s only one issue…

“Babe, the key to a successful nap is having your eyes closed.”

“My eyes are closed.”

“They aren’t,” you say.

“How do you know my eyes aren’t closed? You’d have to have your eyes open to tell.”

“I can tell,” you say, still not opening your eyes, “because I can always tell when you’re looking at me. Even in the world’s most crowded room, the feeling of your eyes on me is unlike any other. So close them so I can sleep.”

A soft kiss is placed on the underside of your chin and there’s a bit of shuffling as Kelley tries to get comfortable. You let her squirm for about 30 seconds before you tug her firmly against you.

“Yea that’s enough of that,” you say. “And for love of God, stop staring at me.”

“You say the sweetest things to me when you’re tired.”

“Mhmm, love you too. It’s time to go night-night now.”

“That’s the tone you use with Charlie,” Kelley’s voice is indignant.

“Shhh, it’s time to go night-night.”

There’s some grumbling from the older woman but you ignore her in favor of going to sleep.

When you wake up from your nap, Kelley is nowhere to be found which isn’t very surprising. Luckily you know exactly where to find her or so you thought.

The walk to Sonny and lIndsey’s room is a quick one but you get turned away at the door by LIndsey who tells you that neither Frat Daddy is inside. She tells you that they said something about the social media team but you instantly decide you want nothing to do with that.

So instead you head off to find your best friend.

Marcel.

But to find him you need to find his mother, an easy task especially when all you have to do is follow the music. Which leads you down the hallway to the room where the PTs are set up.

Walking in, you’re not surprised to see Crystal on one of the tables getting a massage, while Lynn plays with Marcel on the ground. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Uncle sitting on the other table getting her hands looked at, but you don’t pay any attention to that. Instead you walk in and pick your little homie up.

“Hey,” Lynn calls out.

“Sorry Lynnie,” you say, “Marcel and I have some very important business to discuss.”

“He’s one!”

“Gracie’s corner is incredibly serious stuff, Williams. Crys, I’ll come find you when he needs a diaper change.”

You hear small chuckles from Lyss and the trainers but you’re mostly focused on the way Crystal grumbles her breath while shoo-ing you out of the room.

As you leave you can just mak e out the voice of one of the trainers saying, "It's like she doesn't even know she's doing it."

Whatever that means.

You spend the next 30 or so minutes wandering around the hotel, alternating between letting the toddler run ahead of you and carrying him while he mushes his fingers against your face, babbling on about whatever 1 year olds like. You make sure to respond when he pauses, wow-ing or asking him simple questions to encourage him to continue.

Eventually, the two of you make your way down to the conference room that’s been converted to a common area for the team.

The amount of heads that immediately turn to face you makes you slightly nervous and the nerves only worsen when you see Kelley and Sonnett once again shoving their phones behind their backs.

Rolling your eyes, you go and ploop yourself and Marcel down next to Charlie, finding the company of the two toddlers more entertaining than that of your teammates. 

Unnoticed by you though, both of the kids' mothers as well as a member of the social media team taking photos of the three of you. There’s also a few unheard comments directed at Kelley that may or may not have something to do with baby fever.

Life at camp continues in the same manner for the next few days with you going about your business while your girlfriend, her goofball friend, and the social media team continue to act strangely.

It all comes to a head one day after training.

The media manages to corner you before you get on the bus and they ask you to react to a few tiktoks that fans have made about you.

It takes you all of 3 seconds before you realize what you’re watching.

“Are all of these thirst edits of me,” you gasp, not removing your gaze from the screen. “This one is captioned: I’d let Y/N Y/L/N tie me. NEVERMIND!”

You manage to get through the next 5 minutes.

You stutter and blush and sweat your way through all 5 but you manage to make it through.

Not all the videos are as sexual as the first one, some feature clips of you with Marcel and Charlie but it still makes you very very uncomfy.

When you get on the bus, you’re greeted by the sight of most of the team grinning at you like maniacs, clearly already knowing what just happened.

“Who’s idea was that,” you ask, still standing up front.

No one speaks, so you groan before beginning to trudge your way to your normal seat across from Crystal.

On your way you notice the way both Kelley and Sonny can’t seem to hold back their giggles, so you pass your normal seat and go and sit with them instead.

“The two of you aren’t nearly as funny as you seem to think you are,” you say, dropping into Kelley’s lap.

“But we really are,” Sonnet laughs while poking you in the back.

“Yea it’s not our fault that the entire internet thinks you’re divine. I’m not going to be the one who argues with them.” Kelley leans up to press a kiss to your cheek but pouts when you lean away then stand up. “I love you,” she tries.

“Love you too.”

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[delusionalfanficwriter]

forgive me

My heart pounded in my chest as I turned the key in the lock, the anticipation of finally being home after what felt like an eternity abroad making my hands tremble. I had missed Leah desperately during my time away, longing for her comforting presence after I missed the possibly winning penalty for the USWNT. But now, as I stepped inside our apartment, that longing turned to dread.

The soft glow of lamplight illuminated the living room, casting eerie shadows against the walls. And there, on the couch, lay Leah, wrapped in the arms of another woman. My stomach dropped as the scene before me registered, the shock and disbelief hitting me like a tidal wave.

I wanted to scream, to demand answers, to tear apart the fabric of reality until this nightmare dissolved into nothingness. But all I could do was stand there, frozen in place, my heart shattered into a million irreparable pieces.

Leah's eyes met mine, a fleeting expression of surprise and guilt flickering across her features before she spoke. "Y/n, I can explain," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart.

She quickly got up from the couch in her panties and long t-shirt while the other woman I did not recognize gathered her belongings and ran out without hesitation.

I didn’t respond and as Leah took another step towards me, I took one back, shaking my head in disbelief. 

“Say something, y/n. Please. I know I fucked up, but I can explain.”

I block out her words and just stare at her, tears filling my eyes as my heart breaks every second I stand there. I take a shaky breath before saying, “I am going to pack a bag and go.” She goes to argue but I shake my head and interrupt, “Leah, you need to let me go.”

Leah's face crumpled in anguish as my words hung heavy in the air, the weight of them pressing down on us both like a suffocating blanket. She reached out to me, her hands trembling with desperation, but I recoiled from her touch, unable to bear the thought of her hands on me after what I had just witnessed.

"No," she whispered, her voice thick with tears. "Please, y/n, don't do this. I love you, I swear, I never meant to hurt you."

Her words cut through me like a knife, reopening wounds that had barely begun to heal. I wanted to believe her, wanted to cling to the illusion of love and happiness we had shared, but the reality of her betrayal loomed large in the space between us, an insurmountable barrier that threatened to swallow us whole.

"I can't do this anymore, Leah," I said, my voice cracking with emotion. "You've hurt me in ways I never thought possible. I’m sorry I wasn’t enough for you."

Leah's eyes brimmed with tears as she reached out to me again, her desperation palpable in the air. She knew how hard I worked in my self-confidence but this just took the biggest blow to it. "Don’t for a second think you are not enough, y/n. I’m the problem. Please, y/n, give me another chance. I'll do anything to make this right, anything to prove to you that I love you."

But I shook my head, my resolve hardening with each passing moment. "It's too late for that, Leah. You've broken my trust. I can't just forgive and forget."

I ignore her as she begs for forgiveness while I head to our room to grab a few extra items as I already have a suitcase filled because of my trip with the national team. 

As I hastily packed my belongings, Leah's pleas echoed in my mind, each word a painful reminder of the love we once shared. 

Leah followed me into the bedroom, her footsteps hesitant as if she were treading on thin ice. "Please, y/n," she implored, her voice choked with tears. "Don't leave like this. We can work through this together, I promise."

Her words stirred a flicker of doubt within me, a small voice whispering that perhaps forgiveness was possible. But as I looked into her eyes, I saw not just remorse, but a deeper struggle, a fundamental flaw in our relationship that could not be easily mended.

"I need some space, Leah," I said, my voice firm despite the tremors of uncertainty coursing through me. "I need time to figure things out on my own."

Leah's shoulders slumped in defeat, her gaze falling to the floor as tears streamed down her cheeks. "I understand," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the din of my racing heart. With a heavy heart, I zipped up my bag. As I made my way to the door, Leah's voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Y/n, wait," she said, her voice wavering with emotion. "Just know that I'll always love you, no matter what."

I let the tears I have been holding back drop silently as I look her in her eyes one more time. I love her so much but obviously I am not providing enough if she’s seeking more elsewhere. 

I get into my car and drive around aimlessly before arriving at Katie McCabe's place, seeking refuge in the familiarity of her warm embrace, she immediately sensed something was amiss. Concern etched across her features as she ushered me inside, her voice laced with worry.

"Y/n, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost," Katie exclaimed, her eyes scanning my face for any sign of explanation.

I managed a weak smile, attempting to mask the turmoil raging within me. "It's nothing, Katie. Just... a rough day."

But Katie wasn't easily fooled. She took my hand gently, her touch grounding me amidst the chaos of my emotions. "You know you can tell me anything, right? I'm here for you, no matter what."

I hesitated, the weight of my unspoken truth threatening to suffocate me. But as I looked into Katie's compassionate gaze, I knew I couldn't bear to burden her with the tangled mess of my heartache.

"It's complicated," I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I don't want to talk about it."

Katie's brow furrowed in concern, her instincts urging her to push further. "Is it Leah?" she asked softly, her words hanging heavy in the air.

I flinched at the mention of her name, the pain of betrayal still fresh in my mind. But I couldn't bring myself to tarnish Leah's name, not when the love I once felt for her still lingered like a ghost in the recesses of my heart.

"I can't," I choked out, tears threatening to spill over. "I can't do that to her. I still love her, Katie. I can't bear the thought of anyone hating her."

Katie's expression softened with understanding as she wrapped me in a comforting embrace, her presence a soothing balm to my shattered soul. "You don't have to say anything you're not ready to, y/n," she murmured, her words a whispered promise of unwavering support.

…………. ……….. ………… ………….

As the days passed, life seemed to go on as usual. I returned to my routine, throwing myself into training with the Arsenal team, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Despite my efforts to appear unaffected, the tension between Leah and me was palpable, a silent rift that threatened to tear us apart.

At practice, the atmosphere was strained, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. My teammates exchanged knowing glances, their curiosity piqued by the unspoken tension between Leah and me.

Leah, ever persistent, continued to plead for forgiveness, her desperation evident in every fleeting glance and tentative touch. But I remained steadfast in my resolve, refusing to entertain the possibility of reconciliation until I had fully come to terms with the betrayal that had shattered my trust.

As we gathered on the field, preparing for another grueling session, Leah approached me tentatively, her eyes brimming with remorse. "Y/n, please," she whispered, her voice pleading. "We need to talk. I can't bear this distance between us any longer."

I shook my head, my resolve hardening with each passing moment. "Not now, Leah," I replied, my voice firm despite the turmoil raging within me. "I need time to process everything that's happened."

“Please, y/n. I can see you training extra hard just to avoid thinking about this. Please, I don't want to see you hurting.”

“You did that, amore. You hurt me. I knew I wasn’t enough and you reassured me countless times I was. I was stupid to believe you… that I was enough for you.” I whisper before walking away. 

“Y/n, wait! At least tell me why no one else knows? I was expected to get some lash back from the gals.” She grabs my arm before I face her once more.

“Despite all you have done, and might think, I still love you.”

As Leah and I stood on the training field in our emotional exchange, a voice interrupted from the sidelines, cutting through the weighty atmosphere with unexpected levity.

"Well, whatever Leah did, it must be forgivable if she's still alive," came a joking remark from one of our teammates, interrupting the solemn moment with a touch of humor.

I turned to see Alessia smirking playfully as she approached us, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Despite the seriousness of the situation, her lighthearted comment momentarily lifted the heaviness that had settled over us.

"Seriously, y/n," Alessia continued, nudging me gently with her elbow. "You must be a saint to consider forgiving whatever she did. I mean, I can barely forgive her for stealing my snacks, let alone whatever this is."

A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips, the tension easing slightly under the unexpected reprieve of humor. "Trust me, Alessia," I replied, my tone light despite the lingering ache in my heart. "It's going to take a lot more than snacks to make things right."

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[woso-fan13]

Trouble

“Y/N, are you even paying attention?” a frustrated Vlatko sighs. 

Your gaze focuses on him when you hear your name, sitting up straight in your chair. Your cheeks flush and you squirm slightly when you notice that everyone’s attention is on you. It brings back countless memories of getting in trouble at school either because you couldn’t sit still or because you were too deep in your daydreams to follow directions. 

Today, though, you had been on your best behavior. Even though it felt like you needed to move or you would scream, you kept still the entire meeting. Well, mostly still. And you had done your best to pay attention, but your mind was racing and you knew if you had to stay in your chair much longer, your body would start racing too. 

Christen leans over slightly from her chair next to you, whispering,

“Did you take your meds this morning?”

You knew what she meant- it’s probably what everyone on the team was wondering at this point. It was no secret that you had ADHD, but you usually were on top of taking your medications. Except there was currently a shortage on (it seems like) everything, including Adderall. But you would be playing intense soccer for hours a day, and spending your free time in the gym. You really didn’t think anyone would notice if you skipped a few doses. 

You shake your head no, looking at your lap to avoid her eyes. Christen gives a slight nod, looping an arm around you and pulling you closer. She keeps her arm wrapped firmly around you as a grounding pressure, and deposits her other hand in your lap. You get the hint quickly, and start fidgeting with her rings, trying to keep yourself occupied. It wasn’t an ideal solution, and it certainly wasn’t long-term, but it should allow you to sit still for the last 20 minutes of the meeting. 

—-

Almost as soon as the meeting ended, most of the team headed out to the field. Practice was already done for the day, but there was a collective agreement to try and wear you out before the sun went down. 

Becky headed into the back, grabbing a bag of soccer balls. Coming to centerfield, she unceremoniously dumped them out and let everyone loose. You instantly grab a ball and start juggling until someone gently kicks it away from you. Kelley’s standing in front of you, eyebrow quirked in challenge. Honestly, she may only be doing it because she was your roommate and she wouldn’t be able to sleep if you were up all night. But a challenge’s still a challenge. 

You chase after the ball, quickly dribbling it back over in front of her. You pause only briefly before taking off, trying to get past her. She manages to get contact with the ball, but only detours it a few feet. You quickly regain control, and just when you think you’re going to be able to get past her, you look up to see Emily waiting behind. 

It’s almost an hour before you finally stop to take a breath. You hadn’t even shot a goal, just circled the field trying to get past people. You laughed at Tobin’s shock when you managed to nutmeg her, and teased the forwards about their lack of defensive skills. You babbled about nonsense, dribbling and tackling, running away with screams of laughter when you managed to get past someone. But, finally, your body and your brain were calm, neither begging to move. 

Sensing that you were tiring, everyone collects the balls and packs up. Tobin scoots up behind you, lifting you up and placing you onto Christen’s back. You wrap your arms and legs around her, your head dropping onto her shoulder. You stick your tongue out at Tobin after she ruffles your hair, but you’re otherwise content.  

—-

You had been dropped in your bathroom and given strict instructions to quickly shower. By the time you got out, there were pajamas sitting on the counter. You dried and dressed, brushing your damp hair and your teeth. 

Exiting the bathroom, you see the door to your room propped open and about half the team already spread out across the beds and floors. Christen and Tobin weren’t there yet, so you plop onto Kelley. 

Soon, everyone else enters the room and a debate about what movie to watch starts. For once, you don’t have much of an opinion. You’re warm, comfortable, and tired. You’ve ended up laying basically on top of Kelley, your head on her chest rising and falling as she breathes. Her hand is on your back, rubbing gentle circles.  

As you hear a movie start playing in the background, the neckline of your shirt works its way into your mouth. As one does, you begin chewing on it distractedly, the sensation soothing. The repetition motion is pulling you further to sleep. 

Seeing what you’re doing, Kelley reaches her arm out to get the attention of Christen from where she had settled next to you. She gently nods her head towards you, and watches as Christen gets the message and leans over to the bedside table. She pulls your shirt out of your mouth, quickly replacing it with a chew tube. 

You had protested when she had originally presented them to you, claiming that you were neither a teething infant or a dog, so you didn’t need a chew toy. But she persisted, sick of your constantly chewed clothing and seemingly ever present wad of gum. Now, you don’t even hesitate when handed one- or, usually, it’s just stuck in your mouth. 

The lights in the room are off, the soft glow from the tv serving as the only illumination. The low whispers from teammates and the chatter from the movie became white noise in the background. Kelley’s hand was still on your back, but she had switched to tracing your spine with her nails. One of your hands was holding onto her shirt, the other held firmly in Christen’s grasp. Your brain was quiet, your body was quiet, and you could sleep. 

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[uswnt-imagines]

Accidents

Reader gets in a bad car accident and the team freaks out. Does the gif match the vibe? Absolutely not.

“Okay. Yes, I’ll let them know. Keep me updated.”

Vlatko sighed as he hung up the phone. He had no idea how he was going to break this to the team.

The team sat in the conference room as they waited for the meeting to start. Sam Mewis, who sat next to Rose Lavelle, looked around, noticing they were missing someone. "Hey guys, where's Y/N?" Everyone stopped their conversations. Kelley spoke up. "She's probably running late. As usual. Kid can't keep track of time."

As the words left the defender's mouth, Vlatko walked in the room, looking sad. The girls immediately picked up on this. Alex spoke up. "Uh, Vlatko, you wouldn't happen to know where Y/N is do you?"

The look on the man's face told the story. "Y/N couldn't make it to this camp." The team looked at him in shock. "What do you mean she couldn't make it? It's all she was talking about." That was Christen Press. She had taken Y/N under her wing when she signed for Angel City. Her and Tobin became her adopted moms since her parents weren't present in the girl's life.

Vlatko cleared his throat. "Y/N is in the hospital. In a coma." It was so silent, a pin could drop. "What do you mean in a coma? I just talked to her yesterday morning!" Mal Pugh (aka Y/N's adopted sister) yelled. The man sighed.

"She was in a car accident."

To say the hospital workers were overwhelmed was an understatement.

A couple of hours ago, there was a bad car accident, which led to the nurses finding out they had a USWNT superstar on their hands. Following that, hundreds of paparazzi swarmed the outside of the hospital. The stressed nurses had called almost every police department to come help. But the biggest cop couldn't stop the storm that was coming their way.

The nurse sitting at the front desk popped an aspirin as the doors slammed open. 22 angry, worried women stormed in, heading right towards her desk.

"Where is she!?" The woman's eyes went wide at the sight of an angry Christen Press. "Excuse me ma'am, please calm down, I'll have a doctor come talk to you shortly, Y/N is still getting moved."

The words silenced the hoard of women. The woman sighed internally as they all dispersed and sat down in silence.

After what felt like hours, a doctor emerged from the doors. "Y/N Y/L/N?" The team shot up from their seats and swarmed the man. Questions were shot at him left and right.

"What happened?"

"Is she okay?"

"Where's the ass who hit her?"

The doctor chuckled at the reaction of the women. "Yes. I will answer all of your questions. Please take a seat."

The team sat with bated breath, waiting for the doctor to speak.

"Now, Y/N was brought to us after a drunk driver hit her car. The car hit the drivers side, where you friend was sitting, so she took most of the hit."

Christen grabbed Tobin's hand, squeezing for support.

"She suffered 8 broken ribs, her radius in her left arm was shattered, her leg got pinned and shattered, the surgery on that went very well. She has a severe case of whiplash so we are going to keep an eye on her neck, luckily, no spinal injuries that are too bad, there's some swelling but nothing to worry about yet. As we told your coach, we currently have her in a medically induced coma because of slight swelling in her brain. We are keeping an eye on that as well. She is expected to make a full recovery, but it is going to be hard."

The team all sat in silence, letting the man's words wash over them.

A sniffle was heard, which set everyone off. Tears fell from 22 pairs of eyes as reality set in.

Y/N was never going to be the same.

The doctor informed the women that the room Y/N was in was big enough to accommodate everyone as he lead them to where they settled the girl.

He stopped outside of the door. "I do have to warn you, she is pretty banged up so it's gonna be hard to look at her at first. But she's going to be okay. I can tell by how you burst into the ER that she was in good hands."

The women thanked him as he opened the door, revealing their teammate.

Y/N looked so small with all the wires and machines hooked up to her. Ali turned and buried her head in Ashlyn's chest, the taller woman wrapping her arms around her wife tightly.

Christen was beside herself. Her sunshine was hurt and there was nothing she could do about it. Her and Tobin stood next to Y/N's bed.

"Hey baby. We're all here. We just need you to wake up so we can take care of our sunshine girl okay? You wake up when you're ready. No rush."

All the girls spread out in the room, all ready to spring up just in case. After getting comfortable, sleep enveloped the team.

Excessive beeping woke the girls up as Christen and Tobin shot up and flanked Y/N's bedside. The girl was now awake and her eyes were full of fear as she tried to tear the tube out of her throat. Christen gently grabbed her hands and held them tightly.

"Hang on baby. A nurse is coming and then we can get that tube out okay?" Y/N nodded with tears in her eyes.

After a nurse came in and took the tube out, Y/N hacked violently. Mal stood with a small cup of water, gently tipping the cup back so Y/N could drink.

The team all stood around Y/N's bed. The girl's eyes filled with happy tears. "You're all here." Alex smiled. "Of course bub. We wouldn't wanna be anywhere else." The girls nodded as Y/N looked at her adopted "family". Mal slipped into bed with Y/N gently guiding her head to her chest. "I'm so glad you're okay. I don't know what I would've done if you weren't." Y/N sniffled and nuzzled into Mal's chest.

Christen and Tobin wrapped their arms around the two girls. Pinoe sneakily took a picture of the group and posted it.

@m.rapinoe: Thank you everyone for the kind wishes and thoughts about our girl. She's awake and thriving. It's gonna be a long road, but she's got her family to guide her down it. We will see you guys soon.

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[slimthicksonnett]

All Coming Back (Emily Sonnett) PART 2

Part One, Part Two

Word Count: 2,020

Warnings: "Cliffhanger" again, Sad (?) Sonnett, Unedited

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It had been almost 7 years.

That’s the first thing you’d realized when you stepped onto the tarmac. You hadn’t stood on American soil in almost 7 years. And now, here you were. 

“Y/LN!” A familiar voice called, stopping you in your tracks as you stepped off the plane.

Turning around, you were faced with the only other player who had flown in internationally to this camp.

“Horan.” You greeted the blonde, though much less enthusiastically than she had. Which Lindsey had to have expected considering the state of things the last time you had seen the Lyon player. 

“Long time no see!” Lindsey grinned, earning an eye roll from you. 

“You saw me a month ago, Horan.” You corrected, beginning to walk towards the all too familiar USWNT van that waited for you both.

“Sorry, all of that beer after we won must be affecting my memory.” The midfielder taunted and you couldn’t help but feel like this picking was about much more than any football match.

“Was it there beer or the amount of times your head hits the ground?” Your sickly sweet smile contradicted your harsh words, but both worked to leave the older woman stunned as you loaded up.

“Wow, you are harsh.” Lindsey muttered as she joined you in the backseat. You took a deep breath, attempting to maintain your composure in response to the comment.

“I only give back what I am given.” You retorted, tiredly leaning back against the headrest.

“So why did you leave? It seemed like you were being given plenty here.” Lindsey snapped, causing you to slowly turn your head in her direction. 

Her jaw was set in defiance and her eyes burned with what you had thought was anger but now assumed to be loyalty.

“Why did you go to Lyon?” You countered, watching her resolve falter under your own gaze that was known to rattle even the strongest of opponents. Though you were overseas, you made it your business to stay involved with the happenings of the league. While to many it seemed you had gone completely ghost, you still had friends in high places and knew much more than they’d give you credit for.

Lindsey didn’t have an answer for that. 

“Everything isn’t always what it seems, Lindsey. I think you’d do well to remember that.” Your voice was soft, hardly above a whisper.

In fact, it was so soft that Lindsey wasn’t even certain she’d heard you correctly. Between the depth of the statement and your use of her first name, the midfielder once again couldn’t bring herself to formulate a response.

Instead, the entire ride to the hotel was spent in silence.

–

It was late by the time you and Lindsey finally made it to the hotel, the street lights long having since turned on.

The midfielder got out of the van first, stopping to stretch for a moment. You watched observantly as she breathed in the surroundings, clearly content with the thin air that surrounded you.

“Happy to be home?” You asked, too preoccupied grabbing your duffle to take in the look of shock on the other girl's face.

“You know I’m from Colorado?” The shock you’d missed in Lindsey’s expression was unhidable from her voice.

Laughing softly, you shrugged your shoulders.

“I live in Barcelona, muñeca, not under a rock.” Shaking your head, you made your way into the lobby to greet the apparently very sleepy staff member who was waiting for you both. 

“Y/N! Glad you could finally make it.” The man greeted, clearly pushing as much fake enthusiasm into his voice as possible and you couldn’t help but chuckle again.

Inclining your head respectfully to him, you managed to produce a tired smile of your own. With Lindsey trailing in after you, the man gave another welcome which gave you time to glance at what he was holding.

Room keys.

You hadn’t even thought about this part. This wasn’t your club where every away journey you’d have your room with Alexia. And it wasn’t strict COVID times where you’d have a room alone. 

After giving brief instructions on what stairs to use and where your rooms were, you were handed the room key and sent on your way. The only additional information you’d received was that your roommate was already here so to knock before you entered- as if you were raised in a barn and intended to not give your teammate a warning. 

And that’s what led to you being in front of the hotel room door, hand raised, and standing completely still. The anxiety of having to face a new person (or maybe someone not so new) was terrifying.

However, your pride (and maybe your tiredness) outweighed your anxiety and you knocked sharply twice before opening the door. 

You had prepared to face a lot of things on the other side of that door, but you hadn’t quite prepared for the sight you were greeted with. Laid out comfortably on the far bed with a book in her lap was the grown up version of your childhood best friend.

“Sunny.” You gasped softly, unable to withhold the emotions of seeing your former Stanford teammate.

“Y/NN.” Andi echoed, standing from the bed slowly in almost a state of shock as she looked you over. 

Sensing your discomfort, the Spirit captain’s expression somehow softened even more as she opened her arms up to you. Without thinking twice you dropped your bags and threw yourself into the embrace.

“You always did love a hug!” The younger woman laughed, rocking the two of you from side to side.

“I missed you.” Your voice was muffled from where you’d buried it in her shoulder but the contented hum she let out in response let you know that she’d understood.

“I missed you too.” She answered, somehow hugging you just a little tighter.

Wrapped in your old co-captains arms, it was like you’d never left. Maybe camp wouldn’t be so bad afterall.

—

For the first time in probably ever, Emily Sonnett did not want to go to breakfast.

“Come on, Son! They won’t leave us any coffee if we don’t get down there.” Kelley groaned, practically attempting to pull the stubborn defender out of the room.

“It’ll be fine.” Emily snipped, yanking her hand away from Kelley and focusing her attention on retying her laces for probably the fifth time.

“Fine? What do you mean FINE?!? This is coffee we’re talking about! Also, why are you wearing your real shoes? Did you forget your slides again?” Dramatically, Kelley threw herself onto the bed beside Emily but stopped her antics to staredown at the other girl's shoes.

“Didn’t feel like wearing slides today.” She grumbled, not wanting to admit that putting on her real sneakers would make the process of getting down to breakfast take longer.

“Right…” Kelley hummed. She had a knowing look on her face but the defender was at least kind enough not to press the matter further.

Emily was content with that. Tying her shoes in the silence. Kelley didn’t seem to be rushing her anymore and the blonde was now confident that her plan was going to work and she wouldn’t be forced to interact with anyone until they were in the controlled environment of training.

Of course, the plan was poorly formulated.

“HEY! Are you two ready for breakfast or what? Quit taking so long.” 

Emily nearly jumped out of her skin in surprise, falling forward off the bed and narrowly avoiding face planting on the floor at the interruption of the new voice in the room. Looking up, she was shocked to see Trinity and Ash standing in the doorway staring at her impatiently. 

“How did you tw-” She stopped herself short when she caught sight of Kelley’s slightly guilty face and the keycard in Trinity’s hand.

Yeah. She was definitely going to kill these kids one day.

–

When the group of Spirit players finally get down for breakfast, it is revealed that Emily had been worrying over nothing. Spread throughout the room were the familiar faces of her teammates who were sitting contently enjoying their morning meal.

You were nowhere to be seen. 

“Andi’s not here either.” Ash whispered to her, obviously hearing Emily’s incredibly loud silent thoughts. 

“Pretty sure they both came and left before I even got down here.” It was almost as if her teammate's goal was to scare her to death today as Becky creeped up beside them, injecting herself into the conversation smoothly as she sipped her coffee.

“How lovely.” Emily huffed, stalking over to pour herself a cup of coffee.

“Your breakfast is on the table!” Becky called out after her.

Looking in confusion, the defender realized that there was in fact a plate already made for her waiting at an open space at the table beside Lindsey.

“Thanks.” She muttered, dropping into the seat beside her friend. 

Lindsey smiled broadly at her, knocking their shoulders together teasingly at the lack of actual greeting.

“Hey bestie, I missed you too! Oh yes, I’m doing great. Thank you for asking.” Lindsey mocked, dramatically taking a sip of her water as Emily rolled her eyes and chuckled.

“Hey Linds, it’s good to see you.” Emily softened, feeling some of the tension seep from her shoulders at being reunited. Taking a bite of her eggs she looked over at friend , a little skeptical as dots began to connect in her brain.

“What time did you get in?” She asked.

“Stupid late. I didn’t even get to see a single second of sunlight! And now they expect me to do fitness? No matter how many times we do this? I’ll never get used to it.” Lindsey groaned, looking over in exasperation. 

But the older girl paused because, as always when it came to the two of them, Emily sucked at hiding things.

“But that’s not what you’re really asking about is it?” Lindsey sighed.

Emily almost felt bad honestly. She hadn’t seen her friend in forever but the only thing she could think about was you. 

“What? No! Of course I was-” She started, trying to cover her tracks and hopefully not hurt Lindsey’s feelings but she stopped short when she saw the look she was being given.

“It’s alright Sonn, I get it. And yes, we met at the airport and rode back here together.” Lindsey answered softly as her hand reached to settle on Emily’s thigh comfortingly.

The defender couldn’t bring herself to ask anything further and Lindsey, being Lindsey, knew that. Of course, that didn’t stop her from providing a little more information.

“She seems good, by the way. Different! Really different. But good. After everything I’d heard from you and then beating Barcelona, I thought she’d be an absolute bitch. Especially to me!” The midfielder laughed, obviously fondly remembering Lyons' win.

“And she wasn’t?” Emily managed, still slightly stuck on what she could have possibly meant by ‘different’. Lindsey just hummed thoughtfully as she took a bite of her food.

“She had some interesting things to say honestly I… Well, I didn’t really expect it. But no, she really wasn’t. Even asked me how it felt to be home!” Lindsey chuckled, oblivious to the shocked look on Emily’s face.

In what world did you care or even know that Lindsey was from Colorado? 

“Alright slowpokes, time to load up! Can’t avoid it forever.” Becky called out, inclining her head towards the door where the rest of the team was exiting.

“I can try.” Emily muttered.

When she did get onto the bus, Emily was again greeted by the lack of your presence.

And, once again, scared shitless by her captain.

“Staff told me they took a van to the fields earlier. She wanted to go ahead and get her new player evaluations out of the way so she could do fitness with the rest of us.” Becky said softly from behind her.

Emily just nodded and walked forward towards her usual seat, dragging her feet a little bit as if taking her time would somehow change her inevitable destination. 

#you all asked for it #emily sonnett imagine #emily sonnett x reader #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #uswnt fanfic #woso x reader #woso imagine

[marthaclas86]

Cracksh-lyn 💩

I genuinely feel sorry for #Ashlyn’s sorry self. Because she’s gunna wake up in a few days or weeks or maybe months and see how things unfolded and probably be very very unstable. Even more than she is probably now. Not good enough for the national team yet trying to act like she is. Always victimizing and also ooooof the naracissiticness. Gosh.

Fame hungry and the sorry ass and lame celebrity she thinks she is…leaking story to the press and self inflating her ego. Sheeeeeesh. 🤦‍♂️

I feel sorry that Ali wasted so much of her time with Ashlyn’s sorry antics. I’m sure there was/maybe still is love. But goodness gracious, Ali got rid of 💩 finally!

oh and PSA 📢 🔊📣📣📣:

Ashlyn & Sophia —— STAY TF AWAY from Christen and Tobin’s beautiful altar of a relationship 🙏🏽🥰😭🧿

#ashlyn harris #ali krieger #krashlyn #uswnt fanfic #uswnt imagine #uswnt #angel city fc #woso couples

[whatinthehale17]

Well here it is. 14,000 words of pure chaos. Read it if you want to. 😁

#emily sonnett and lindsey horan #uswnt #emily sonnett #wlw fanfiction #emily sonnett x lindsey horan #soran #hogwarts au #alex morgan x kelley o'hara #woso fanfics #uswnt fanfic #uswnt players #uswnt woso #womens football #kellex #preath #krashlyn #Quidditch #emily sonnett and kelley o'hara #kelley o'hara #alex morgan #lindsey horan #tobin heath #rose lavelle #christen press #ashlyn harris #ali krieger

[adangerousgame13]

#leah williamson #alessia russo #katie mccabe #caitlin foord #tobin heath #christen press #emily sonnett #uswnt fanfic #woso fanfics #woso #uswnt #Lindsey horan

[thebluedragoncave]

It's up! Chapter 6 is all yours! I hope it was worth the wait, and I aim to have the next one up sooner :) Dropping the link to the playlist agian as well if anyone is interested, haven't put it on here in a while so here ya go!

#fic: drag my dark into the dawn #fanfic #uswnt fanfic #Spotify

[wordsbyrian]

Surgeries and Surprises - Alex Morgan x Reader

Summary: "Skater!R gets injured", "Skater!R skates in XGames", "IDK but more Skater!R"

A/n: Look, I finally wrote a thing you guys! From multiple request for more Skater!R

Despite popular belief, skateboarding is an incredibly multifaceted activity.

There are so many different disciplines: street, vert, park, freestyle, downhill (and its variation street luge), and cruising.

For the first four, there are different competitions that skaters can compete in if they are so inclined. And in all honesty, you are usually not inclined to compete, preferring the unpredictable nature of actual street skating to the polished finish of comps like Street League, XGames, and Dew Tour.

But the chance to be one of the first skateboarders to compete in the Olympics.

Well, that’s not really something you can pass up on.

Which is why you’re skating in your 5th comp of the summer.

Not the worst schedule but you’re an idiot and made the choice to also try and get clips for your next video parts in your very limited free time.

Free time, that was only made more limited by the way you were constantly flying back and forth to France to support your wife in the World Cup.

All of this is to say that your body is currently going through it.

And, unluckily, it’ll keep going through it because XGames comps are not set up in a way that plays to your strengths, with only three 45 seconds runs to string together a line and show the judges what you can do.

Luckily, on the other hand, your flight out of Minneapolis is booked for immediately after the contest ends.

Your first two timed runs went pretty well but you know you can do better which is why you saved your best stuff for your final run.

And for the most part, your final run goes pretty well until you get to your last trick with 10 seconds remaining.

You had planned it out perfectly so that you had enough time to take a breath before giving it a go. A necessary precaution for a trick you're familiar with but not a master at, a frontside flip noseslide to fakie, especially since you’re trying it down the biggest obstacle, the 4-block rail.

A little homage to Reynolds, something you’ve been doing throughout the contest season.

Except there are a couple of problems.

The first is that, unlike Reynolds, you are not a master of the frontside flip.

The other is that after a long day of being skated by just about everyone, the rail had picked up the wax from everyone’s boards, making it slicker than you need it to be for your noseslide.

Which is why you aren’t very surprised when you hit the ground. The only surprising thing is how much it hurts.

You immediately roll over and begin to stand up and take a few steps, only to drop to one knee after barely making it anywhere.

As you try to gather the strength to stand again, you’re stopped by someone placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Stay down, Y/N/N.” It’s Reynolds. “You just used your head as a basketball and your arm is fucked. They’re bringing out a stretcher.”

“I’m fine,” you say, trying to get up again. “I don’t need a stretcher.”

His hand gets firmer and you feel him pushing you to sit down properly.

“I’m serious, Y/N, I’m serious,” he says. “I’m telling you this as your friend, not as your boss. You need to go to the hospital, your shit is fucked.”

It’s at this moment that you realize how quiet the arena is.

It’s almost as if you can hear the individualized breaths of everyone in the building and honestly, it's making your head pound in a way that you wish you weren’t familiar with.

Then you see the EmTs rolling the stretcher towards you.

“Fuck dude,” you groan, resigning yourself to your fate. “Just don’t call Alex, man, she’s gonna freak out.”

“It’s too late, she already texted me she’s trying to get on the next flight out.”

“Shit.”

The entire process of letting the EMTs do their jobs is a hassle because it’s painfully obvious that they don’t deal with skateboarders often. And it takes a lot of convincing for you to even let them strap you to the backboard.

Your memory blurs out a bit after that.

The only thing you really remember besides waking up in the hospital is telling Reynolds to make sure that they don’t give you anything stronger than a Tylenol (that didn’t happen).

When you regain consciousness it’s to the sound of voices, two you recognize and one you don’t.

“She should be coming out of the anesthesia soon,” the recognizable voice says, a doctor maybe. “In addition to her mild concussion, there were some moderate tears to her deltoid that were repaired in surgery. Unfortunately, there’s not much we can do about the fractures to the humeral head as we can’t cast the area.”

“She’s not going to like the sound of that,” you hear Alex say, “Not going to like that at all.”

“Unfortunately, whether she likes it or not doesn’t really matter. She needs to be in the sling for a few weeks at least,” the doctor says.

“Alright, thanks doc,” Reynolds' loud voice makes the headache you forgot you had worse. “Don’t worry Alex, she’s been through worse. Besides, the medal will make her feel better.”

“Not now Andrew.”

The door to your room opens a tiny bit and through squinted eyes, you watch as both your wife and mentor slip through the crack, closing the door behind them.

When they get close enough that you can make out the details on their faces, you stick your hand out to Alex and attempt to pull her into the hospital bed with you.

She doesn’t let you though and instead releases your hand to pull the only chair closer to the bed.

“Not so fast, hotshot,” she says, keeping her voice low.

“I told Andrew to tell you that you didn’t need to come all the way out here. You should be at home resting,” you tell her.

“And I told him that I was already on my way to the airport.”

“And I told you,” Reynolds says, frowning at you, “that I wasn’t going to risk having your wife mad at me.”

You roll your eyes at him.

“Now here’s your medal, silver’s not too bad considering you knocked yourself out,” he says, placing the item on the edge of the bed. “I’ll see you around bro.”

Both you and Alex watch as he quickly exits the room, moving sort of like his ass is on fire, and leaving the two of you alone.

The second the door fully shuts behind him you turn back to Alex and see more than her sigh deeply.

“How do you feel…”

“Why weren’t you…”

You both try to speak at the same time.

“No, you go ahead,” you tell her.

“Well, first of all, were you just about to ask how I’m feeling while you are literally laying in a hospital bed,” she asks.

You shrug somewhat sheepishly and say, “I mean you just flew halfway across the country and I know you haven’t been feeling the best lately.”

“Y/N/N, you’re ridiculous.”

“Anyway,” she says, rolling her eyes at you, “Why weren’t you wearing a helmet? You can only smash your head so many times before the damage is irreversible and I don’t like constantly being called to hospitals wondering if this time is the one.”

You take a second to let her words sink in.

She’s right.

Ever since the two of you reconnected and subsequently got together roughly 4 years ago, you’ve been injured quite a bit.

This is your 3rd concussion and 4th broken. You’ve also ruptured your achilles, cracked a few ribs, had one of your lungs collapse, and gotten over 50 stitches from various gashes gained from getting cut open skating some sketchy spots.

That’s not even counting the smaller ones that you haven’t told her about, like when you sprained your ankle visiting her during the Rio Olympics.

But admitting that Alex is right has never been something you’re great at.

So instead you just scoot over in the bed and ask her to lay down with you again.

It takes a bit of pleading but you do get her to join you and when she does, you’re quick to wiggle around into a position that's comfortable but still allows you to hold her.

With the knowledge that your current position makes it impossible for her to see your face, you can’t help but crack a joke.

“C'mon, babe, you know that helmets are for hills and hills only,” you say, finally answering her question, only to immediately recoil as she pinches you. “Okay, I’m sorry. I know I really freaked you out today and I hate that I keep forcing you to come see me in hospitals. And I…” she cuts you off.

“You’re not forcing me to do anything,” she protests, keeping her voice light. “I love you even though you seem dead set on destroying your body.”

“It’s not really on purpose,” you say, pulling her impossibly closer. “I don’t know how to explain it but sometimes when I skate it’s like an out-of-body experience. Nothing matters except how good it’s gonna feel when I roll away. I can barely even think straight when I’m on my board but that obviously means I don’t think about how my choices affect others and that’s not fair to you.”

When you finish speaking, the first thing you hear from your wife is a sigh that can only be described as annoyed.

“What,” you ask.

“You’re an idiot,” she says.”

“Babe,” your voice is indignant, and too loud even to your own ears.

“I’m sorry but you’re so dumb,” she says. “I’m not concerned because of how it affects me, I care about how it affects you. You’ve been acting strangely all summer and I don’t really want to see where this path takes you.”

Once again Alex is right.

And her pointing out your recent odd behavior, something you hadn’t noticed yourself, is like a bucket of ice water over your head.

Taking a deep breath, you nod even though she can’t see you and say, “I think I need to call my sponsor.”

“That sounds like a good idea.”

Unfortunately, between your concussion and having to travel back to Orlando, the call to your sponsor had to wait a few days.

And in those few days, you begin to really notice the behaviors Alex had mentioned.

Even before your injury, you were stressed and anxious but you had ignored it, believing it was tied to the comps and upcoming deadlines.

But now with those things mostly out of the way, the intensity of these feelings is familiar and you aren’t very fond of the places you ended up the last few times you felt like this.

And the isolation of being trapped at home, unable to do much more than stare at the walls and wait for Alex to get back from training, only made those feelings stronger.

When you’re finally able to make that call and the first words finally come out of your mouth, it’s as though the weight of the world comes off your shoulders.

Recovery isn’t an instant process but you do instantly feel a little better as you explain your recent behaviors that you now recognize as somewhat erratic.

And when the call ends, you have a list of dates, times, and locations so you can go to a meeting whenever you need to.

The only thing that's really left for you to do is talk to your wife when she gets home but that might be the hardest part.

So you wait, completing as many boring household tasks as you can to make the time pass more quickly.

It doesn’t really work that well because you only have one arm to work with. And you're just unlucky enough that it's your dominant hand out of commission.

You’re in the middle of unloading the dishwasher when you hear the front door open and shut.

It doesn’t take long for Alex to find you and in the back of your mind, you know that the only reason she didn’t shout your name across the house like she normally does is because of your lingering headache.

“Hey babe,” you hear her greet as you bend over to place a pot in its designated cabinet.

“Hi,” you respond, standing back up and turning to face her, only to see that she’s already taken a seat at the island. “Oh, that’s the serious conversation chair,” you note, going to lean on the counter opposite her.

“I mean it is serious but it’s nothing bad.”

“If it’s nothing bad, do you mind if I go first,” you ask, “Mine isn’t bad either but I finally got around to giving Noah a call.”

When you say that it's almost as though you can feel the energy in the room shift.

“How did that go?”

“It definitely went.”

“Are you going to elaborate or…”

Sighing deeply, you shuffle your feet, focusing on the way your socks slip over the tile.

“Apparently, when you’re really stressed and overly tired your brain chemistry changes,” you tell her, now looking up at the ceiling. “Which makes people look for things to relieve the stress, which can be a bad thing for addicts. And between the video parts, qualifiers, and flying all over the place, I haven’t actually had a chance to sit down and think, much less attend a meeting. But now, when I would’ve had a chance to, I can barely be in a room with lights on for more than 15 minutes.”

There’s a moment of silence before Alex responds and as it passes, you can feel your heart sink further and further into your stomach. This is the moment that she finally decides that being with you is far more work than it's worth.

Your downward spiral is broken by the sound of her voice.

“I guess that means that we have to come up with ways for you to handle stress when you're busy,” Alex says, “because you’re only about to get busier.”

“What? No, I’m not, the next two competitions are at the end of the month and I literally can’t skate for the next month and a half.”

“3 months,” she shoots back, “and yes you will.”

“You’re not making any sense Alex.”

Alex gets up from her seat and makes her way toward you. Before you know it, she’s reaching out for your good hand, which to this point has had a death grip on the counter behind you, not that you’ve noticed.

With a confused look on your face, you watch as she pulls your hand to rest against her stomach before covering it with both of her own.

Still confused, it takes you longer than you’d like to admit to figure out why she would do that.

It’s only when you remember the seemingly never-ending nausea Alex has been dealing with that you connect the dots.

“Oh shit.”

#uswnt fanfic #uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso x reader #alex morgan x reader #alex morgan imagine #alex morgan

[delusionalfanficwriter]

truth comes out

The day had finally arrived. The day Y/N would face Leah on the field, the first time since their breakup. As the referee's whistle blew, signaling the start of the match between the USWNT and England, a complex mix of emotions swirled within Y/N.

The tension between them was palpable. Y/N could feel Leah's eyes on her, the intensity of her presence like an electric charge in the air. The pitch, once a place of shared joy and camaraderie, had become a battlefield where past love and shared memories had turned into heartache and distance.

Y/N was determined to focus on the game, but every glance, every challenge, seemed to carry an extra layer of meaning. It was as though their personal history was playing out on the field for everyone to see. The weight of unspoken words and unresolved feelings hung heavily in the atmosphere.

“Watch it, Y/N.” Leah seethed as she knocked Y/N on her ass when challenging for the ball. Y/N didn’t say anything understanding where Leah’s emotions were coming from. Y/N couldn't help but steal a glance at Leah. Their eyes locked for a brief moment, and Y/N saw the pain and frustration mirrored in her ex's gaze. The game had become a proxy for the emotions they hadn't been able to voice.

Y/N's teammates noticed the tension, even if they didn't know the full story. Tobin and Christen exchanged concerned glances as they sensed something was amiss. A few whispered words passed between them, but no one dared to breach the subject with Y/N. She had always been the one to keep her private life private, and they respected her boundaries.

But it was a passing remark from Sonnet that broke the unspoken rule. With a wry smile, the player said, "Guess there's some tension there, huh?" as Y/N and Leah clashed on the field once again.

However, it was Daly who had overheard and decided to set the record straight. "Oh, you didn't hear? Y/N broke up with Leah," she explained, not realizing the storm she was about to unleash.

The revelation sent ripples through the teams. USWNT players exchanged surprised glances, while Leah's teammates tried to hide their grimaces. The secret Y/N had guarded so fiercely was out in the open, and the discomfort was palpable.

The intense match was reaching a breaking point. As the play continued, Leah's aggression escalated. It was a move that took even her teammates by surprise, and their confused glances suggested that they were equally puzzled by her actions.

The referee's whistle cut through the air as Leah committed a blatant foul on Y/N. She went in for a dirty challenge, walking away as if nothing had happened. Y/N, however, didn't get up. She lay on the ground, wincing in pain.

Tobin sprinted over, shouting at the referee, "Ref! That's a yellow!" She made it clear that Leah's actions were not going unnoticed. Christen, Kristie, and Sonnett, who were nearby, immediately rushed to Y/N's side. They knew that if Y/N wasn't getting up quickly after a hit, things were not good. 

Leah's eyes widened as she saw the extent of the damage her reckless play had caused. Concern and guilt washed over her, and she instinctively moved toward Y/N, intending to check on her. But before she could approach, Tobin, who had been a few steps ahead, physically blocked her path, a stern expression on her face. Tobin pushed Leah away, keeping her from getting any closer to Y/N. She didn't mince her words, her voice low not wanting her words to reach Y/N and laced with frustration, "You need to stay away right now. You've done enough."

Leah could feel the weight of Tobin's words and the intensity behind them. It was clear that her actions had crossed a line, and Tobin was not going to tolerate any further interference. Leah bit her lip, holding back the apologies and explanations that were on the tip of her tongue and instead turned to walk away knowing how protective they were of her. 

Medics and trainers took Y/N off the field on a stretcher before taking her to the locker room for a more detailed exam. 

“It’s fine. My back spasmed when I hit the ground awkwardly. I promise I am fine.” Y/N tells the trainers who ultimately do their physical exam and don’t see anything concerning. With that, they let Y/N go to the locker room that held her concerned teammates and she reassured them that she was okay. 

Tobin spoke gently, her eyes filled with understanding. "Y/N, are you sure you are okay?"

Y/N took a deep breath and nodded, mustering a small, brave smile. "I'm fine, Tobin. Just a tough match."

But it wasn't just the match that had been tough, and Y/N's teammates knew it. They exchanged knowing looks, silently vowing to be there for her, even when she wasn't ready to talk.

After the game though , as Y/N and her teammates made their way to the bus, she couldn't help but notice the shift in their demeanor. They exchanged furtive glances, whispered in hushed tones, and wore expressions that ranged from concern to sympathy. Y/N felt like she was missing something, something important.

During the bus ride back to their hotel, she couldn't ignore the quiet, lingering stares directed her way. The atmosphere was heavy, and her teammates' unusual behavior was impossible to ignore. Their silence, usually filled with banter and laughter, felt oppressive.

Dinner that evening was another revelation. Y/N joined her teammates in the hotel's restaurant, and the moment she sat down at their table, the conversation fell silent. It was as if her presence had disrupted the natural flow of camaraderie and conversation that usually accompanied their post-game meals.

Sensing something was amiss, Y/N furrowed her brows and looked around at her teammates, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Hey, guys, is everything okay? You've been acting a bit strange since the game. Did something happen?"

Tobin, usually the one to lead conversations, cleared her throat and glanced at Christen, seeking support. Christen nodded and took a deep breath. "Y/N, we heard about your breakup with Leah during the game."

Y/N felt her heart drop as the truth hung in the air. She had kept her personal life separate from her soccer career for so long, and now the team knew. Her emotions were a whirlwind, torn between relief at not having to keep the secret and vulnerability at having her heartache exposed.

She managed a small nod, not trusting her voice to speak. Her teammates exchanged glances again, and it was Alex who finally spoke up. "Y/N, we're sorry we didn't know sooner, and we're here for you. You don't have to go through this alone."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, touched by her teammates' support. She had expected them to be curious or invasive, but their response was nothing short of genuine concern and understanding. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice catching in her throat.

#uswnt fanfic #uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader #woso fanfics #woso x reader #leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #engwnt #lionesses

[woso-fan13]

Comfortember 2023: 21 (uswnt)

21. Relapse

Kelley wants more than anything to go back to sleep. The pounding on her door is preventing this. More specifically, you pounding on her door is preventing this. 

Grumbling, she crawls out of bed and goes to the door, opening it. She’s about to say some very mean words to the person on the other side when she’s met with your tear stained face. She can’t yell at that. 

Kelley doesn’t bother with words, pulling you in the door and wrapping you up tightly. She keeps a hold of you as she closes the door and leads you over to the sofa. Sitting herself down in the corner, she tugs you into her lap. 

You go limply, sinking into her body as your head falls to rest in the space between her neck and her shoulder. She presses a kiss to the crown of your head, humming lightly as she rocks the two of you. She waits for you to calm down. 

“Hey bug, it’s okay, you’re safe,” she coos, “what’s going on?”

You sniff, gathering your thoughts. 

“Kel, I- I promise I didn’t do it.”

That scares Kelley, as is evidenced by the tightening on her arms around you. 

“You didn’t do what, kiddo?”

“I really wanted to, but I didn’t. I came here instead.”

“I’m so proud of you for coming here, but I need to hear you say it. You know that.”

You take a deep breath, knowing what Kelley needs. 

“I didn’t hurt myself, I came here instead.”

Kelley squeezes you, kissing the top of your head twice. 

“Good girl, I’m so proud of you. I’m so glad you came here. Now you and me, we’re going to get through the night together and then talk in the morning. You made it through the hardest part, now you just let me help you through the rest.”

You nod into her chest, keeping your body pressed against her. Kelley has resigned herself to not getting anymore sleep tonight, but she knows she needs to ensure that you get some. 

She pulls a blanket off the back of the sofa, draping it over the two of you as her hand lazily scratches up and down your spine. The air fills with the quiet words of reassurance she whispers to you, quieting your mind enough to allow dreams to take over. 

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[uswnt-imagines]

Sick Days with Press

Reader gets sick in the middle of the night and her girlfriend takes care of her

Christen woke up feeling Y/N jump out of bed, running into the bathroom and slamming the door. at first, The woman thought nothing of it due to the fact that she often overslept because she hit the snooze button so often.

After listening for her to turn on the shower or the sink and not hearing anything, the forward started to worry a little at the silence.

Christen got up from the bed and slid on one of Y/N's sweatshirts, making her way to the bathroom door and knocking on it.

"Y/N? Is everything alright baby?" She asked, her voice gentle and soft.

"Yeah... uh yeah... everything is fin— oh fuck." Y/N gagged, leaning over the toilet to throw up again.

As soon as she heard her gag, Christen opened the door and quickly made her way over to Y/N, her heart aching at the sight of her girlfriend. She was so pale and sweaty, her arms shaking as she held herself over the toilet seat. She looked over at the forward, trying to give her a small smile to reassure her, but the small movement only made Y/N groan and throw up again.

"Oh baby." Christen whispered, grabbing two washcloths and wetting them with cool water. She crouched down on the floor next to her, pushing her hair back from her forehead and dabbing it with the cloth before laying the other one on the back of her neck.

"Don't want you to get sick.” She mumbled, her hand reaching out to squeeze Christen's thigh, trying to reassure the girl that she was okay.

"Don't care about getting sick baby, I just wanna take care of you like how you take care of me and everyone else. Do you think you maybe picked up something from work or something?" Christen's mind was running wild, trying to determine where her girlfriend could have picked up the stomach bug from, making a mental list of everything that she was going to have to go out and get.

"Babe, really I'm– fuck– I’m fine." Y/N gagged, picking herself up and leaning against the bathroom counter. She was shaking as she tried to reach for her toothbrush to get the vile taste out of her mouth and she could feel Christen's eyes on her.

"Nope, we're not doing this. You’re not going to get out of me taking care of you the one time that you're sick just because you want to play the 'my immune system is higher than yours' card." Christen placed her hands on her shoulders, giving them a light squeeze before helping Y/N back to bed.

She helped her lay down, grabbing one of Y/N's sweatshirts out of the drawers when she saw that she was shivering and helping her pull it over her head. The brunette propped up some pillows for her before pulling the covers over her, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"Thank you love." Y/N mumbled, leaning up into the forward's touch, her eyes fluttering closed at the intimate gesture.

"Of course baby. You take care of everyone else all the time, so let me take care of you too okay? It's what I'm here for. now, I'm gonna place this trashcan next to you in case you feel sick again and I think we have some ginger ale or something like that in the cabinets. and oh I’m pretty sure we have some saltines and..." Christen's ranting was interrupted by Y/N grabbing her hand to get her attention.

"You can go get all that in a minute love. right now... right now all I want is for you to come get in bed and hold for a bit until I fall asleep. then you can go get me all of those things please?" her bottom lip was jutted out, batting her eyelashes as a small smirk formed on her face when she saw Christen caving.

"Okay, okay. I'll lay down with you for a bit but then I'm gonna have to go get some medicine and all of that other stuff you need okay? We gotta have my girl feeling 100%." Christen giggled, placing a kiss to her forehead again before crawling behind her girlfriend and wrapping her arms around her waist.

#christen press x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt fanfic

[slimthicksonnett]

Rock, Paper, 1v1 (Catarina Macario)

Surprise! No plot, just vibes, because it's missing Cat hours.

Prompt: here

Rated: S for Scissors and Stupidity and Soccer, also R for Rose Cameos

Word Count: 4,003 (don't know how I managed that)

Playing overseas was all fun and games until you had to be back for international break. Lyon had always been picky about letting one of their star forwards go during the middle of season, and Cat being there now too certainly didn’t help. 

“One of you can go now, one of you can go later.” They had said.

You had tried to plead your case but US Soccer had apparently agreed that one of you could come to camp late, as long as you both arrived eventually. This led to the two of you having to play a very heated round of rock, paper, scissors to decide who would leave on time and who would stay to play the Sunday morning game against Angers. 

Seeing as it was now somewhere around 8 am and you were just arriving at the team hotel in Columbus, it is pretty clear that you lost this round. 

“GOOD MORNING USA!” Someone yelled, an arm slinging around your shoulders and catching you in an impressively solid headlock. Groaning in annoyance, and maybe a little bit of pain, you attempted to wiggle out of your teammates hold. When you got your bearings and realized it was Kelley, you stopped squirming, knowing full and well it was a futile effort and the defender wasn’t letting you go until she wanted to. 

“There’s our brace baby!” A voice that you quickly recognized as Andi’s called out, saving you from KO’s hold as your best friend and former captain pulled you into a hug. 

“The first goal was just a tap in.” You grumbled in lieu of a greeting as you let yourself sink into the embrace.

“A tap in is still a goal!” Andi tutted, giving your shoulders a firm squeeze as she pulled back and looked at you seriously. It wasn’t that you weren’t confident in your abilities as a forward, it’s just that you tended to be a little too modest when it came to things like goalscoring. A trait that Andi had found incredibly annoying ever since Stanford.

“Hope you saved some of that goalscoring fire for us!” It was Midge who got to you next, her arms wrapping around your waist and spinning you around in the air, drawing a stream of laughter from you. 

“She always does.” Though Midge had already set you down, the soft words from your Lyon teammate were enough to make you feel dizzy again.

“Hey Y/NN, long time no see.” Cat joked softly as she replaced Midge in front of you, pulling you into a hug that felt as natural as ever as her arms settled around your waist and she buried her head into your neck. 

“Hey there, chaton.” Your response was muffled by her curls, but she clearly heard you anyways as she hummed softly in response against your skin.

“Alright that’s enough, you see her like every single day. Hand her over greedy!” Cat let go with a huff and you were about to laugh but before you could, you were squeaking in surprise.

“Cookie!” You scolded, staring up at the woman who had quite literally swept you off your feet and was now carrying you bridal style. For her part, Alana just laughed and shrugged her shoulders as best as she could while holding your weight.

“What? We need to get to breakfast and if someone didn’t take you away now, we would’ve been there forever.” Alana has a smug look on her face, knowing the double meaning to her words, and the team could be heard laughing in the distance. 

Craning your head backwards to look around the defender's strong build, you caught Cat’s eye. The smile on her face mirrored that of the rest of your teammates and all she had to offer was an innocent shrug as you rolled your eyes at her part in all of this.

–

Even with a camp full of newer players, breakfast was what it always was with this team. Trouble. 

“So Y/N! Finally decided to gift us with your presence, huh?” Ashley Sanchez called out as you sat down at your breakfast table. Rolling your eyes, you greeted the Bruin with the obviously appropriate reaction of your middle finger. 

“Oooo, she’s gotten feisty! Horan, is that what happens when you hang out with the French?” Rose teased, earning herself a grape to the side of the head from the blonde midfielder. “I’ll take that as a yes…” 

“Seriously though, we missed you.” Emily Fox said sincerely, taking the empty seat to your right.

“Thanks Foxy, I missed you guys too.” You smiled softly at the blonde, appreciating her effort to recenter the conversation. While Fox hadn’t been with the senior team for long, the two of you had history at the youth level and you were glad for her company.

“Really? We couldn’t tell. You seemed a bit busy scoring bangers to be thinking about us peasants!” And just like that the conversation ramped back up again as Sanchez, another player you had youth team history with, brought everyone back to the conversation she had previously started.

“Can a woman not multitask?” You questioned, an eyebrow raised in a teasing challenge as you sipped your smoothie. 

Some of the team took that for an acceptable answer, nodding their heads in understanding. However, the woman to your left just scoffed loudly causing everyone's heads to turn her way.

“Any other woman? Maybe. You? Absolutely not.” Cat said, poking at the eggs on her plate as she fought back a laugh.

“Who invited you into this conversation?” You deadpanned, staring at her blankly as a round of “ooo’s” went around the room. 

“Damn, she really did get feisty!” Kelley exclaimed, noises of agreement coming from the team.

Truthfully, you couldn’t be bothered by their antagonizing. Your focus was fully on Cat who was now shoveling eggs down her throat and trying to look anywhere but at you. It seemed normal enough but you knew Cat well enough to know that this was her way of trying to avoid the awkwardness that she was absolutely feeling. 

“Please, she’s not feisty. Just mad at Cat.” Abby Dahlkemper jumped in, pointing it out as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

This, of course, caught Cat’s attention. Awkward situation and antagonizing teammates be damned, she was not about to have these girls saying serious shit like that so casually.

“She is not mad at me!” She protested, turning to look at you with her honey brown eyes full of concern.

The team continued to joke around you both but the two of you were stuck in a silent conversation as you stared each other down. It wasn’t that you were mad at her, necessarily, but you were still a bit upset by the whole situation. While you’d certainly had a good game with Lyon, you hated playing without her. When they’d brought you both the news that one of you could leave and one could stay, you’d wanted her to fight. Wanted her to say that if one of you wasn’t leaving that neither of you were leaving. Not for her to beat you at rock, paper, scissors and leave without you!

“I am a little mad.” It was a little childish, you knew that. But it was also the truth, in a roundabout way.

“What did I do!” Cat fussed, looking at you with wide eyes as she tried to work out how she, who hadn’t seen you in days, somehow managed to make you mad.

“I didn’t say I was mad at you.” You pointed out, crossing your arms a little defensively over your chest.

You could see the wheels turning in Cat’s head as she tried to work out what was going on. Realizing just how serious she was taking the possibility of you being upset with her, you softened a bit. Nudging her with your foot under the table, you offered her the tiniest smile possible, an indicator that you were still very much being playful and this wasn’t a real argument. The two of you had always preferred talking about your feelings privately and directly, this wasn’t a conversation you would be having seriously in front of all of your teammates. All of your teammates who were, in fact, still watching you both very intently. 

“Oh come on, that’s not fair!” The forward protested, scrunching her face up in annoyance at the realization of your half admission.

“What’s not fair is that if you hadn’t beat me, I wouldn’t be having to do the beep test today after not sleeping in over twenty-four hours!” The fork you were holding was now pointed harmlessly at her chest, poking her gently as you made your argument.

“It’s not my fault you ALWAYS start with scissors!” Cat pleaded, desperately trying to defend herself against your whining about having to stay at Lyon while she got to come to camp early.

“Well I’m SO SORRY that I’m just a predictable lesbian, CATARINA!” Throwing your hands up while Cat just facepalmed at your dramatics. 

Your nosey teammates however, were stunned. All around the room jaws were on the floor at this fake argument and “admission” that had just unfolded in front of them.

“Does this count as TMI?” Jaelene asked no one in particular, eyes still very wide.

“What ever happened to no girlfriends at camp? Did we stop that rule?”  Rose whispered to Sofia.

“No way is Pinoe not even here and we are discussing scissoring at the breakfast table.”  Alyssa groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose at the absolute nonsense that was going on. 

“Woah pause, who said anything about scissoring?” You asked in subtle panic, eyes wide as you looked from Cat to Alyssa while your face flushed a bright shade of pink. You didn’t think you’d said anything about THAT in front of your teammates.

“Cat literally just said you always start with scissors.” Horan clarified casually, biting into a piece of fruit as she fixed you with an almost uninterested look. 

“Oh my god you absolute- we meant scissors like ACTUAL scissors. Well, not actual scissors but like rock, paper, scissors. Because I always start with scissors because it’s obviously superior but Cat lovessss to start with rock for some reason.” Rambling was a natural thing when you were nervous and in this moment you were so flustered you weren’t sure if your words were even comprehendible as they spilled out of your mouth. 

Cat, on the other hand, was sitting beside you trying not to die of laughter as she placed a reassuring hand on your thigh.

“Wait. Rock, paper, scissors? You two played rock, paper, scissors to decide who got to leave on time?” Kristie asked, looking at you both incredulously. 

“Of course we did! What else were we supposed to do?” You scoffed, looking at her like she just asked the stupidest question known to man.

“Leave it to two of the top footballers in the world to play a children's game to make their decisions instead of doing a 1v1 like normal people.” The blonde midfielder laughed, shaking her head as she went back to her breakfast while you stared at her with wide eyes.

“Wait, that’s an optio- Why didn’t we think of that!” This time it was the wheels in your brain that were turning as you smacked Cat lightly on the shoulder at the presentation of this clearly superior solution to your problems.

“Who is we? I thought of it.” Cat admitted, shrugging her shoulders casually.

“And you didn’t mention it because…” With the glare you now had fixed on her, Cat seemed to quickly lose the casualness as her spine straightened up just a bit.

“Because she didn’t want to lose!” Sophia Smith called out, smirking. You looked over at your usual training partner and winked, blowing her a little kiss that she pretended to catch and press to her heart.

“I would not lose!” Your best friend interjected, now being the one to cross her arms over her chest.

“Oh really, is that so?” You pushed, knowing just how competitive Cat could get when the right amount of pressure was applied.

“Obviously.” She huffed, clearly aiming for dismissiveness but sounding a lot more defensive.

“Fine. You and me. After practice.” Cat turned to face you now, eyes narrowed at the challenge as you smirked at her. There was a challenge sparkling in your eyes that Cat could never turn down.

“Fine. What are the stakes?” Your face lit up at her agreement, but quickly fell when you realized that maybe you hadn’t thought this all the way through.

“Bragging rights?” You offered weakly, earning multiple “boo’s” from the team and a soft laugh from Cat.

“I am not doing an entire national team practice and then playing a 1v1 against you of all people just for bragging rights.” Cat said, giving you a pointed look that made your face scrunch up even tighter in focus.

“Ugh, fine. Let me think!” 

The team resumed their meal, some peeking up at you curiously here and there as they talked among themselves. You, on the other hand, were deep in thought trying to figure out what offering satisfied such a bet. Cat, who had returned a hand to your thigh, was absentmindedly drawing shapes on your skin in a vain attempt to maybe get you to calm down and stop tapping.

“I’ve got it!” You suddenly shouted, “Winner gets top for a month when we get home.” A proud grin covering your face as you held out your hand.

“Deal.” Cat said immediately, a similar grin mirrored on her face as she shook your hand. The two of you stayed like that for a second longer, eyes locked, an unspoken message passed between you. And then you were both jumping up out of your seats.

“Hold up, the winner gets WHAT?” Rose shouted, but the two of you were already gone down the hallway.

---------

“FULL FIELD?” You called out to Cat, who had wandered to the sidelines for a water break after Vlatko had called practice done for the day. You, on the other hand, were overflowing with energy and bouncing on your feet in anticipation for this little challenge. 

All practice, the promise of getting to go against Cat is what kept you going. Even though you were incredibly exhausted and ran a beep test by yourself, you were able to push to nearly your normal level with the simple goal of getting to the end of practice. Okay, so maybe you were a bit competitive too.

Your teammates found themselves walking slower than usual, no one in any particular rush to get to the locker room today. Some like Alana and Midge even went as far as to settle down on the sidelines of the training pitch, waiting for the two of you to get on with it.

“I mean if that’s what you want to do, bunny.” Cat teased, walking over to meet you in the circle. You opened your mouth to snark back at her but stopped when you saw the bottle she extended to you. When you looked at her skeptically, she pressed the bottle of colored liquid into your hands.

“As much as I want to beat you, I don’t want it to be because you blacked out. Drink your training mix.” It wasn’t a request and you knew there was no room to fight her on this so you accepted the drink. Under Cat’s ever watchful eye, you unscrewed the top and drank the salty mix of electrolytes that even years of the game could never make you enjoy.

Meanwhile on the sidelines, more of your teammates have gathered. 

“So, are we just going to ignore the whole ‘winner gets to top for a month’ thing?” Rose commented as she settled onto the grass beside Alana.

“Technically she said gets top, not gets to top. So who even knows what that means.” Sofia countered.

“We already got it wrong with the scissoring thing this morning so I think maybe we should just stop questioning them.” To everyone's surprise, it was Fox who spoke and dropped down into the grass next. It seemed like Kelley was going to question Fox’s comment but commotion on the field snapped their attention back to the two of you.

“Okay, ball in the middle. Ten paces back to start. First to score wins.” You set the rules, adjusting a traditionally smaller drill into something actually bet worthy, while Cat nodded in understanding. 

“Are you sure about this?” Cat questioned, offering you an out.

At any other moment it would be sweet the way she worries about your health. But right now? You just wanted to win.

“Catarina, darling. I haven’t slept in 36 hours and am being fueled only by iced tea, espresso, and my unbridled rage. I am more than sure.” Your declaration was loud enough to be heard from the sidelines, gaining whoops and hollers from your friends while Cat took in the all to familiar fire in your eyes.

“Alright then, let’s do this.” 

The ball was set in the middle of the circle and as per the rules, both girls took ten steps backwards away from the ball in opposite directions. As you did, you formulated your plan. 

Now, you had no doubt that you were fast, but you did distance. You weren’t stupid enough to think you’d beat Cat in a sprint to the ball. She’d get there probably one step ahead of you, kick the ball past you, and use the second it would take you to turn to take off down the field. And so when the countdown, courtesy of Sanchez and Smith, hit one, you took a different path. 

Instead of sprinting straight for the ball, you went diagonal. Just as you’d predicted, Cat reached the ball first and gave it a swift kick to get it in front of herself. Clicking your tongue, you took off after the ball. Thankfully, the angle you had taken placed you further down the field than Cat and thus, closer to the ball. You could hear her huff of frustration when she lifted her head and read this, could feel her steps on the ground as she sped up even more and closed in. But you got there first, tapping the ball to a halt between your boots and turning to face the speeding forward head on. The pace Cat moved at was impressive, but it also had its disadvantages. Such as the fact that she had so much momentum in her run that when you turned abruptly with the ball at your feet, she couldn’t slow down in time to stop in front of you. Delicately, you slid to the side, just narrowly avoiding the collision as Cat came to a halt in the spot you’d just been standing. 

Seizing the momentary advantage, you ran. You kept the ball close, feeling Cat at your heels as she had managed to cut quickly and return to chasing after you. You were almost inside the eighteen when she got to you, her hand reaching out to tug at your jersey.

“Putain!” You cursed at the clear foul as the younger girl managed to slow your run.

Now she was pressed against you, hand hard against your lower back as she put a foot between your legs in an attempt to poke out the ball. Growling in frustration, you planted yourself as you maneuvered your upper body in an attempt to box her out. You were successful for the most part until one particular shove. Cat’s hips pressed forward in your backside, not only catching you off guard but also catching you off balance. In an attempt to keep yourself upright, your left foot stuttered forward. That second was all it took for her to gain enough space to poke the ball to the side, spinning past you, and getting it back at her feet. 

She only got a few steps away though before you were charging in. Suddenly you were losing and the air of “little challenge” had shifted to “life or death”. Your brain seemed to recognize the stakes and kicked back into a mode it hadn’t really been in since college. At Stanford, you didn’t believe in position based practices. If your defenders were practicing, you wanted to be practicing too. And suddenly it was a mindset you were extremely thankful for.

As you ran alongside her, you took the deepest breath you could manage at this speed. Locking your eyes on the ball, you let instinct kick in. Bending in your left, fully extending your right, you went to ground. It was a damn near textbook slide tackle. Your hip hitting the ground just as your laces hit the ball, scooping it back towards you as Cat tumbled forwards. Without a moment's hesitation, you were popping right back up and taking off towards your own goal. If you listened closely, you would’ve been able to hear two very proud Stanford defenders losing their minds. 

But your focus was on the ball. You managed to get back to the box before Cat caught up with you. Contrary to common belief, you’d always argue it was actually so much harder to shoot on an empty goal. Difficulty aside though, you quickly realized that was the only option. Three more seconds and Cat would be trapping you again to get the ball back and the whole dance would start again. And so you did the logical thing, flicked the ball in front of you, and took the left footed touch that you so often sought out in games. The ball smacked the back of the net with a satisfying crack, and you fell straight to your knees.

Within the same amount of seconds it would’ve taken Cat to catch up with you, you were now being swarmed by your teammates. Compliments and cheers came from every angle and Kelley wrapped you in a hug tighter than the headlock she’d had you in this morning.

“Didn’t know you remembered how to do that.” Cat commented as your teammates pulled away, leaving you sitting on the ground.

“Do what? Beat you?” You quipped, cheeks pink with exertion but a smirk on your face nonetheless.

“No, I’d never think you’d forget how to do that.” She smiled, holding out a hand to help you up. Taking it gratefully, you pulled yourself up so that the two of you were chest to chest. You stayed that way for maybe a moment longer than necessary, keeping your hand in hers. 

“You’re right, I could never.” Giggling, you let go of her hand and went to walk towards the locker room for a much needed shower.

But of course not before turning over your shoulder to remind the girl of the bet she’d just lost.

“Oh, and I expect all of your clothes on the bottom before the end of the day once we get back! I’m expecting a full month of wrinkle free clothes.” You sent a final wink before disappearing into the locker room while Cat just rolled her eyes. It was a constant argument for the both of you about how hanging clothes on the bottom rung of the stupidly small closet always resulted in things getting wrinkled because of how they touched the floor and got scrunched up. Problem was, you both had too many clothes to fit all of your hanging items on the top rung together.

“Wait a fucking second, they were talking about a CLOSET?!?!” Rose yelled, jaw on the ground in disbelief that that’s what you’d meant by ‘winner gets top’. 

But maybe if she would ask the right questions, she’d get the answer she was actually digging for. Afterall, you were talking about your and Cat’s shared bedroom closet. But no one seemed to question that part…

#i had no clue where this was going and we ended up here so enjoy i guess #uswnt imagine #uswnt fanfic #woso imagine #woso imagines #catarina macario imagine #catarina macario x reader #it wasnt ever intentionally about cat im gonna be honest it just ended up here oops #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader

[marthaclas86]

🔬 Looking for a fic on Archive of our Own - Help!

does anyone know the.m name?

Christen and Tobin are Representing team Canada and USA for ice hockey a (?olympics or World Cup) trophy?

And they’re asked by the PR person to “act as a couple” for the ratings! And at the same time, Tobin starts probing Christen and Christen has gay panic! slow burn and Christen/ team mates initially plan to distract Tobin by the PR love story but Obviously Preath falls in low!

does anyone remember this story? Help pleaseeeee! :) 🙏🏽

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[thebeautifulgame92]

Alex Morgan (USA 🇺🇸)

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