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13 Eras of Us Era 2: It’s The First Kiss, It’s Flawless, Really Something, It’s Fearless (Taylor Swift X Morgan!Reader)

13 Eras of us Era 1

This is the Era where R and Taylor finally get together. There is a little spice (very clearly marked). R and Alex start to work on their issues, and we learn a little bit more about R's past... situationships. The team learns about "burrito girl" and Kelley saves the day and keeps things on track.

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13 Eras of Us (Taylor Swift x Morgan!R): Era 1 - We Were Both Young When I First Saw You

Request: Taylor Swift x Alex morgan's little sister. They start off as friends and realize that there may be something more.

Chapter synopsis: 1 of 13: The era where everything begins. R and Taylor meet, and become friends. Composed of little moments between them, r and the Team and R and her sister.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines #uswnt imagine #taylor swift imagine #woso x reader #taylor swift x reader

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One more year

#ali krieger #nwsl #gotham fc #championship #last game

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Sicktember 2023: 18 (USWNT)

“Wear Your Coat, You’ll Catch a Cold”

It’s funny, really, how a refusal to admit a minor mistake can change everything. Because you had gotten cold during the team walk, but you couldn’t admit that. Everyone had warned you that it was freezing out, but you had insisted that you were okay in just a sweatshirt.

Christen had fussed at you as soon as you appeared in the lobby, “why are you in just a sweatshirt? Wear your coat, you’ll catch a cold.”

You instantly corrected her, saying that being cold doesn’t cause you to get sick. You did omit the fact that being cold can significantly increase your risk of getting sick, but she didn’t need to know that. You just protested, saying that you would be fine.

And if only one person had said something, you may have admitted to needing a coat when you stepped outside. But almost every one of your teammates had stopped you, asking about your lack of a coat. You couldn’t admit to being cold now, you just had to pretend to be fine.

Really, though, maybe none of this has anything to do with not wearing your jacket that day. Maybe everything would have still happened the exact same way if you had worn the heaviest jacket you could find. There was no way to know now.

You were grateful that camp had ended the day after the fateful walk, as you were able to make it home and hide from your teammates before you got sick. It wasn’t bad in the beginning, a basic cold.

But you couldn’t admit to being sick, and you couldn’t explain to your teammates that you had become deconditioned because you didn’t practice while you were sick, so you ignored it. You ignored it until your symptoms progressed so far that you couldn’t ignore it any further.

You had, it appears, ignored your symptoms so well that you didn’t notice your cold turn into pneumonia. You also didn’t notice this infection leach into your bloodstream. You didn’t really notice anything until you were admitted to the hospital for septic shock.

So you stayed, alone, fielding every form of communication from your teammates besides text messages. You couldn’t answer any calls or video messages, in case they notice your surroundings. You simply texted them updates as if everything were fine at home.

Your teammates were unaware as your kidneys failed. They got a little mad that you hadn’t responded to any text messages, unaware that you were fighting for your life in the hospital.

They only became aware when Christen’s cell phone rang in the middle of the night, an unknown number. She almost didn’t answer, but something in her gut told her it was important.

It was. He was calling to inform her that your condition had progressed to the point of you needing to be intubated, and, as your medical contact, they needed her consent for various treatments because you were unable to.

Christen was, ironically, shocked. She woke Tobin quickly, explaining what the voice over the phone had told her. And, only then, she allowed herself to cry.

She cried for the little girl that she thought of as a daughter. She cried for the little girl who had made her a medical contact without her knowledge. She had cried for the little girl who felt too scared to tell her that she was the closest thing to family that she had.

She cried for the little girl, alone in the hospital, machines keeping her body alive.

And she cried when the earliest flight wasn’t for 3 hours.

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The news spread quickly through the team, and, thus, through the whole NWSL. Within the hour, it seemed that everyone knew that the funny, constantly happy young player who had wormed her way into everyone’s hearts was currently in the hospital, her own heart working to keep her alive.

6 hours- a quarter of a day- later, Christen and Tobin rushed into your hospital room. This time, it was Tobin who broke down, crying for her surrogate daughter.

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And the only thing that the two could do was sit and wait and pray to whoever may be listening that you would be okay.

This time, they had to wait 3 days until the next change, as the doctors began weaning you off of your sedation, seeing if you would wake up.

This time, it was 6 days before your eyes were opened and you were breathing on your own. You were still very out of it, but the presence of the two women comforted you and allowed you to rest.

One week after Christen received that awful phone call, she was making a different phone call. She held the phone steady as familiar faces joined the call, your teammates anxiously waiting for Christen to update them.

One week after Christen received that awful phone call, she sat on the edge of the hospital bed and tilted her phone screen.

One week after Christen received that awful phone call, she couldn’t help but smile as she watched the relief wash over her teammates when you appeared on the screen.

You were awake and sitting up. You were smiling and talking and alive.

Two weeks after Christen received that awful phone call, you were walking out of the hospital tucked between Christen and Tobin. Your coat was on and tightly zipped.

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“I am surprised at how awesome I am” lmfaooo

#christen press #tobin heath #uswnt #reinc #the recap show

13uswntimagines

Promises We Make (Lindsey Horan x Soulmate!R)

Request: A Lindsey x reader soulmate AU where people know they’re soulmates because they share dreams with them. Something angsty and happy and a lot of things.

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Is She Safe? Part 2 - Kelley O’Hara

Kelley was playing a match when she heard the news. She didn’t want to leave the hospital, didn’t want her girlfriend to be alone. Even if her girlfriend was in a coma and probably didn’t know she was even there. It she would talk to her, hold her hand and tell her stories, she’d even read her girlfriend’s favourite books and play her favourite music.

When the doctors told her she might not make it, she decided to go home and take a breath, take a moment to gather her thoughts. She started rummaging through drawers, hoping to find something that would connect her to her girlfriend on a desperate level, something she really craved.

That’s when she found it, a letter addressed to her in her girlfriend’s bedside table. She didn’t open it, she just sat on the end of her bed and stared at the letter in her hands. She was desperate to know what it said but she was paralysed, reading the words of her girlfriend who she can no longer hear the voice of scared her. She was scared of what she would read, was it a break up? A break up planned in advance? Or was it a love letter? Something to make her smile after a bad day or a bad match?

Finally building up the courage, she peeled the envelope open and unfolded the letter. Vows. Wedding vows. Tears ran down her face before she even got through the first sentence, a watery laugh escaping when she read the slight insults to her cooking and the way she makes the bed. Her hands shook when she got to the end, she didn’t want it to end, she wanted to read her girlfriends words forever.

‘Because of you, I laugh, I smile and I dare to dream more than I ever have. Thank you for the miracle of you. You are and always will be, the love of my life, my best friend, my soulmate, my person.’

The letter fell from her grip, no longer able to keep herself steady. She flopped onto her back and sobbed, gripping her shirt like it was a lifeline. Because it was a lifeline, the shirt was her girlfriends, it was her debut shirt for Gotham. Her most important shirt, that represented everything she strived for and Kelley couldn’t help but think she might be the only one wearing it from now on.

She sat up suddenly, a thought crossing her mind. If there was vows, there had to be a ring. But where would it be? She turned the house upside down, dumping contents of drawers and bags on the floor and moving on when she didn’t see a ring box. By the end of her search, the entire house was a mess, you could barely see the floors. But the ring wasn’t there, so it had to be somewhere else. Somewhere she could keep an eye on it.

And then it clicked, her training bag. It was in the back of Kelley’s car so she grabbed her keys and ran to the driveway. She slammed into the side of the car to stop herself from running and pulled the back door open. And then she paused, she looked down at the bag and she felt faint. She wanted to see the ring but looking at it felt like she had already given up hope on her girlfriend making it through this. So she closed the door and went back inside, she was tempted to turn around and go back to it but she couldn’t, not yet.

She went back to the hospital and spent every day there after training and matches, she listened to the doctors when they said there was no hope, and she had hope anyway. This was Y/n Y/l/n they were talking about, she was strong and she was a fighter. It was worth having hope when you knew your girlfriend wouldn’t give up so easily.

Weeks passed and she was still in a coma, Kelley was missing training but her managers never let her miss matches, whether it was for USA or Gotham, she had to be there. And she was. She didn’t miss a game and she hated herself for it. She was in the locker room when her phone buzzed on the bench next to her. It was the hospital.

She picked up with shaky hands, they had never called her before. She wasn’t prepared to hear whatever they had to say. The girls in around her stopped what they were doing and looked at Kelley with baited breath.

“Hello?” Kelley’s voice is weak and hoarse from crying, she had only managed to stop five minutes before the call.

“Kelley O’Hara.. I”m so sorry..” and that was it, that’s all she heard before her phone fell to the ground, her heart shattered and everything around her faded into nothing. Her back hit the wall and no matter what her team did to get her attention, she didn’t move, she just stared at the wall in front of her.

Someone had picked up the phone and talked to the doctor, she didn’t know who and she didn’t really care but she tried her best to hear what was happening around her. “What happened? What’s going on?” That was Alex, her best friend. She reached out to her and Alex held her hand right away.

“She’s gone.. Y/n flatlined an hour ago.” That was Sonnett this time, Y/n’s best friend. She was sobbing, curled up in a ball next to Kelley but she couldn’t comfort her, she was too numb. Her girlfriend had stopped fighting, her girlfriend was dead. Everyone in the room was heart broken, trying their best to comfort each other.

Kelley stood up, she was determined to honour her girlfriend tonight, they had no choice but to play the match so they would play it for Y/n. “Listen up girls. Y/n was the heart and soul of this team so today we honour her. We play this match for her and we win it for her. I want you all focused, she needs us.”

She needs us. Those words rattled in her brain and took her back to that day right before the match. ‘The team needs you’. The team would always need her and tonight they needed her in spirit.

She looked at the space that would’ve been Y/n’s, her shirt hanging there like it did every match, it kept the teams hopes up. “I’m wearing her shirt tonight, no matter what you say.” She says, turning to her manager but all she did was nod. She knew Kelley needed this.

And so they walked out, commentators questioning why Kelley was wearing a shirt that wasn’t hers and what it could mean. Every goal scored that night was celebrated with a hand to the sky from everyone on the team while Kelley pointed to the name and number on her back. That match was one to remember for all the players and staff and fans. Everyone had realised after the first goal what was had happened, most of them were inconsolable but they celebrated every goal the same way the team did.

That match ended 12-0 to USA. Kelley laughed, recognising that Y/n was watching over them by helping them score until the score board showed her shirt number. Kelley went home that night and pulled out the engagement ring from her girlfriend’s training bag, she put it on her finger and didn’t take it off for years. And when it was time for her to take it off, she wore it around her neck instead, having it close to her heart was what kept her at peace.

#uswnt imagines

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Is She Safe? - Kelley O’Hara

Anxiety is when the butterflies in your stomach turn into bees. I felt it as soon as I opened my eyes, as soon as the breeze from the open window hit my bare back. The curtains flowing with the the soft wind, the birds chirping peacefully, but there was a storm in my chest. Crashing into my rib cage, making me breathless in the worst way possible. The anxiety was strong, immobilising, penetrating my heart like a dagger stabbed into my chest.

I chalked it down to anxiety for the match, pushing it deep down inside of me even though I knew it wasn’t about our opponents. I didn’t want to think about the possibility of what this feeling meant. I let my eyes focus on the woman wrapped around me, her relaxed breath fanning my neck, sending goosebumps down my spine.

I caress her cheek with the side of my finger, her nose twitching and her eyebrows furrowing softly. I smile as her eyes flutter open and she stares into mine, that adoring look on her face, the same as every morning we wake up together. “Hi” she whispers as she leans towards me, pressing her lips against mine, the taste of sweet apples lingering on my lips when she pulls away.

“Hi” I whisper back, smiling against her lips. With her lips against mine, I can forget every bad thought or feeling I have and just focus on her.

“Are you okay?” Her eyebrows crease together in worry this time instead of tiredness, one look at me and she just knew I wasn’t okay. But I couldn’t let her know what I was feeling, there was no need to worry her too.

“Nothing baby, just a bit anxious about this match. I’ll be fine once I’ve eaten, don’t worry.” I roll out of her arms and sit up, pressing my feet against the carpet to ground me and grabbing my shirt off the floor, throwing it into my open suitcase. I hear the sheets rustle behind me, an indication that Kelley was slowly getting up too.

Today is the day the team has been most nervous about, facing Spain on our terf means we have to win, we couldn’t let an entire stadium of fans down. We had been staying in a hotel close to the stadium for over a week, for bonding time and plenty of training without a single person being late because they were constantly monitored by staff.

“We’re going to win today Y/n.” Kelley says confidently and reassuringly, I sent her a small smile that I hoped would convey confidence, it clearly didn’t as Kelley came over to me and wrapped her arms around my waist from behind, pressing feather light kisses to my neck. I melt into her embrace, resting the back of my head on her shoulder as she continues to kiss my neck. “You’ll do great, we’ll win and then we’ll come back to our room and celebrate. How does that sound?” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, bringing a real smile onto my face and her eyes light up with triumph.

Happy that she got me to smile, she places one last kiss to my neck and let’s go, I watch her throw everything around the room as she searches for her training kit. Kelley has never been the tidiest person, I always find myself picking up after her, it’s the cause of many petty arguments that end with soft kisses and hot chocolate on the porch swing.

That feeling was back, the feeling that I would never argue with her over her mess again, or sit with her on the porch with a nice hot chocolate, or sing with her in the car on the way to training. I shake the thought out of my head and get dressed ready for breakfast with the team, Kelley still searching helplessly for her clothes.

By now, most of the girls would be already grabbing breakfast, choosing the group of people they wanted to sit with and getting rowdy. Christen would probably be dragging Tobin to a quiet table with Alex, far away from the loudest table. Kelley would join them and I would most likely join Mail Pugh and the other youngens, hoping it will clear my mind.

“Alright, let’s go. I have to tell Toby about my dream.” Kelley claps her hands together in excitement, a massive grin on her face as she thinks back to the dream. I give her a weird look but follow her down the hallway regardless, completely used to her weird ways and her even weirder dreams.

Her last dream had me riding a seagull over a mountain to save Queen Kelley and her kingdom from an ice breathing giant raccoon. She had explained it in so much detail, it put me back to sleep. I had to apologise with a special pancake breakfast for ‘insulting her brilliant mind’.

“There they are!” Megan shouts across the room, standing up at her table and her arms spread wide, everyone’s heads turning towards us after Rapinoe’s dramatics. Mal waves me over to her and I kiss Kelley’s cheek and go over to her. Sitting next to her and resting my cheek on her shoulder, she feeds me a piece of bacon off her plate and tells me I look like shit. I roll my eyes at her and thank her sarcastically for the lovely comment.

“Seriously teddy, what’s going on?” She goes serious, teasing no longer her main priority. I just shrug and steal another piece of bacon off her plate. She scoffs and slaps my hand. “I aready gave you one, don’t push your luck.”

Breakfast went by really slowly, I took in every moment, telling myself I did that because we’d be separating after the match but deep down I knew it was something else that made me want to memorise their faces and the sound of their voices.

Everyone piled onto the coach, the staff rounding us up like a herd of sheep, counting heads and checking off names on a list. You’d think we were children going on a school trip and not fully grown adults capable of getting ourselves on a coach ready to do our job. I take myself to the back of the coach, putting my earphones in straight away and blasting some heavy music, leaving me no room to think.

I could see the glances from the girls randomly throughout the entire ride. I knew they were worried, I was normally really talkative before a match, never once putting my earphones in and always striking up conversations with as many girls as possible. I turn to look out the window, ignoring them completely.

The drive wasn’t long, so the girls didn’t have much time to deliberate and guess what exactly was wrong with me. All of us getting called off the bus when it pulls up outside the stadium. I keep my headphones in, loosely hanging my bag on one shoulder and following the team into the stadium, waving at some of the fans behind the barriers watching us arrive.

I don’t go out with the rest of the team onto the pitch before warm ups, I stay sat at my cubby in the changing room, head in my hands, taking deep breaths. “Babe, this isn’t just about the match is it?” Kelley says once everyone else has left the room. I don’t look up, I just shake my head against my hands and sigh,

“I have a really bad feeling about today. Something doesn’t feel right.” I say to her, she puts her hands on my shoulders, willing me to look up at her.

“Nothing is going to happen. The team needs your mind to be clear today. You’ve got this, you dot. Have to worry about a thing.” She squeezes my shoulders comfortingly and then leaves the room, leaving me sat alone. She’s right, I needed to push this feeling way down deep inside of me until it feels like it never even existed. This match needs my full attention, I can’t be worrying about a feeling that mean anything.

An hour later, we’re lined up in the tunnel, Spain across from us, serious faces and tense body language coming from all of us on both teams. Both teams desperately wanting the win, fans from both sides have been talking about this match for weeks. High expectations surrounded all of us and no one wanted to be the one to let down their fans. I had played with some of the Spanish girls back when I was a teenager, I had stayed particularly close friends with Mapi.

She looks over at me and sends me a tense but happy smile, I send her one right back. Both of us saying good,jock without actually saying anything. And then both of our faces turn stoic, looking forward instead of at each other, it was time.

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The first half was over, Alexia had scored 15 minutes in and we had equalised 5 minutes later with a header from Kelley. I had jumped right into her arms and kissed her, telling her I was proud of her, that the goal was amazing. Nothing else happened for the rest of the match, ending the first half in a draw.

That was the last time any of today would feel normal for us. Walking down the tunnel, deep in conversation with Mapi, was the last time I would hear her light jokes today. The sound of screaming travelled down the tunnel towards us, not the excited kind you normally get at a match. But the terrified, life flashing before your eyes kind of scream. It stopped us in our tracks, turning around to see the tunnel filling with fans and staff, petrified faces, tears streaming. We were shoved forwards by our trainers, told to run to the changing rooms. I looked around for Kelley but I couldn’t see her, not while I was being shoved in a different direction. I kept a hold of Mapi’s hand, making sure I didn’t lose her in the crowd, that she was in the changing room with me, safe from whatever was happening.

We ran to the back end of the changing room, my team and hers pouring in after us. The door was slammed shut and locked after everyone was inside, the girls hugging each other to feel a sense of security. “What’s happening?” Mapi asks, looking around at everyone, hoping for an explanation.

“There’s a shooter, I saw him in the stands.” sonnets says, her voice shaky and weak. She had clearly been traumatised by what she saw him do not too long ago. The memory being something that would haunt her for a long time.

“Where’s Kelley?” I push past people, my head swivelling in every direction. “She’s not in here. Where is she!” Alex starts to panic, shaking her head in disbelief. “She was right behind me the whole time, how did she not make it in?” The fear makes her legs go weak and her knees buckle, Alexia catching her in her arms before she can hit the ground and slowly lowers her to sit in a cubby.

I push past the rest of the players and grab the door handle, immediately being pulled back by some of my teammates and Mapi. “You’re not going out there Y/n.” Mapi says to me, I shake her hands off of me and scoff. “Like hell I’m not.” I twist the lock open and shove the door open, the room goes silent. Too scared to attract the attention of the shooter.

“Don’t open the door to anyone, not even if you think it’s me okay?” Everyone nods weakly, I close the door and hold onto the handle for a few seconds. ‘Deep breath, you’ll be fine’ I say in my head, repeating it a few times over. Eventually building up the courage to walk down the hallway back towards the pitch, making sure to keep my foot steps as silent as possible.

I could still hear the screaming, the sobs from people I assumed had already been injured and didn’t see the point in being quiet when they’d be dead soon anyway. The hall I walked through was completely empty, the gunfire a distant sound, I knew for now that I was completely safe. I didn’t know how much time I had to find my love though, and that’s what scared me the most.

I had faith that she hadn’t been hurt but I was also terrified that I might find her in a stat I’d never want to see her in. I got to the end of the hallway that left me in a massive open space with nowhere to hide if the shooter came through here, there was so much blood it set me on edge. Nausea stirring in my stomach, I had to turn away. Sucking in a deep breath as I leaned my head against the wall and squeezed my eyes shut.

I had to push on, I had to find Kelley, no matter what I saw along the way, I had to find her.

I pushed away from the wall and headed towards the shooting, it wasn’t the best idea but I had no idea where else to go, I didn’t know whether she had managed to get to a safe place so I decided to search the dangerous place first. Every hallway had bloody handprints on the walls, bullet holes in doors, barely conscious people begging god to save them. I couldn’t concentrate on them, on their pleading me to help them, to keep them alive.

I need to get to Kelley.

“SHUT UP!” I heard a deep, grating voice around the corner and then a single gunshot. I took a step back into the safety of the hallway I was currently in. He was so close, I gripped my shirt over my chest, willing myself to calm down.

“Please, she’s just a kid. Let her go.” My head snapped up at the voice. Kelley’s voice. I shook my head, this couldn’t be happening, she’s not in the same room as a killer, she’s not begging for someone else’s life over her own. But of course she was, of course she had tried to save someone’s child, she’d sacrifice herself if she had to and there was no way I was going to let that happen.

“Neither of you are going anywhere.” He sounded like he was losing his mind, like he had taken something before he pulled out his gun. I peeked around the corner, he was pacing back and forth. Hand pressed to the back of his head as he scratched it excessively, he was nervous. I looked down and saw Kelley pressed into a corner, a little girl in her arms clinging to her shirt and sobbing into her neck. Kelley kept as much of the girls body shielded with her own as she could.

The guy was distracted, I knew if I wanted to save them, I had to act now. Risk my own life for hers, she’d do the same for me. I ran at the shooter, wrapping my arms around him and tackling him to the ground. He let out a low groan at the impact, his hand still firmly gripping his gun as he wrestled to get me off of him.

“GO!” I shouted at Kelley, briefly looking back at her to see her still in the corner, eyes wide as she watched the scene in front of her. She shook her head but sent the girl off in the direction of the front entrance with the point of her hand. “I’m not leaving you.” She says adamantly, the guy is slowly succeeding in overpowering me, I couldn’t let Kelley stick around to get hurt.

“Kelley. Go, now. The girls are in the changing room.” She knew by the sound of my voice that I wasn’t messing around, she stepped from foot to foot, hesitating but eventually leaving, running as fast as she can to the changing room. I knew she’d get the girls out while he’s distracted with me.

It wasn’t long before he was the one on top of me, grinning down at me with a sick, twisted look in his eyes. “Bad idea girl” he mutters before his finger squeezes the trigger, the sound making my ears ring, a searing pain shooting through my stomach and up to my chest. I gasped, all the breath in my lungs escaping and struggling to bring it back in. He got up off of me, a laugh leaving his mouth before he walked away with a sort of joyful hop in his step.

I just lay there, unmoving, no energy to even open my eyes. I was lying in a pool of my own blood, coughing and spluttering, and all I could think about was how stupid it was for me to ignore my gut feeling this morning. I should’ve known this would happen, should’ve seen it coming, should’ve warned the stadium and the girls. It was delusional thinking, blaming myself for something I had no control over. I had to push that out of my head, Kelley would kill me for thinking that way. I let out a weak chuckle because how could she kill me if I was already dying?

Kelley. thoughts of her flooded my brain, memory after memory passing by like a speeding train. It was over, I was going to die and we’d never have another moment together again. I wondered what she’d think, how she’d react to the news of my death. Would she find the engagement ring I always carried with me in my training bag? Would she find the vows I wrote months ago with the complete belief that she would say yes to my proposal? Would she receive the email accepting us for our first round of IVF?

I needed to get outside, I needed to be saved. I couldn’t leave her, I didn’t want to leave her. I pushed myself up, screaming at the pain and quickly covering the wound with my hand. I couldn’t stand but I could crawl, I crawled and I counted all the handprints I left behind. Wondered who would be the unlucky person to clean it up, to see the devastation of todays events.

Today would leave a mark on so many people, a crack in the armour we all wear. I reached the hallway that was full off victims trying to get out, it looked like the people who had made it out unharmed. I saw Alex at the back of the group, saw the rest of the team pressed around Kelley as she shouted about needing to know I’m safe. I rested against the wall, chin falling against my chest. I couldn’t keep going but that was okay because I was close enough for people to find me.

“Hey! Get a medic in here! It’s Y/n Y/l/n! She’s hurt!” I heard someone shout and their heavy footsteps as they ran towards me.

“Y/N! Let me through!” It was Kelley’s voice this time, the person by my side lifted my head gently and I looked at Kelley from the corner of my eye. She was pushing and shoving but the team wouldn’t let her come to me, they didn’t want her to see the state I was in. They held her back and fans seemed to form a wall, protecting her from the sight of my bloody form.

The last thing I heard was her heartbreaking scream, I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore. I thought I did enough to keep myself alive but it turns out, I probably wasn’t supposed to live today. She’d be okay, she’d love and the girls would help her grieve and move on. “She’s okay right? She’s safe?” I mumbled to the guy holding my cheeks in his hands, my voice coming out slurred and barely audible.

“She’s safe, I promise.” Good, I could stop fighting it now.

#uswnt imagines

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I never wanted this, but maybe it's not such a bad thing (Preath x Reader)

Soulmate Au, requested by anon. This turned out to be really long and it's still not finished so I decided to split it up into 2-3 parts. Hope you enjoy!

If I haven't done your request yet it will be coming. I try to write in order of request, but my brain chooses what I write without my consent and I can't focus on anything else. Perks of ADHD.

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Soulmates. It was a concept that I had always despised. Why did the universe or whatever you want to call it get to decide who I was meant to spend my life with? I didn't like being told what to do at the best of times, let alone when it came to one of the biggest decisions one might make in life. Apparently when you meet your soulmate a tattoo appeared somewhere on your body of something that represented where or how you first met. I hadn't found my so called soulmate yet and I really didn't care if I did or not. It's not like I would do anything about it anyway.

"Where are you heading in such a hurry?" Ali asked, as I was getting my stuff together. Ash was my older sister, Ali had practically been my sister since they met, I loved her as much as I did Ash. They had let me stay with them after I got out of the marines last year after being injured in a bad wreck, I was struggling to readjust to normal life and move past the wreck. There were a lot of bad dreams and sleepless nights which had me turning to alcohol. Ash had pulled me out of it before it turned from a bad habit to an addiction. She got me into therapy, stopped me from drinking, slept with me every night for over a month until my dreams started to settle down.

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Reality (Pt. 2) (Christen Press x Reader)

A/N: I listened to My Tears Ricochet by Taylor Swift on repeat while writing this. Safe to say my tears have been lost somewhere in the fic. Okay enjoy (:

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Secrets & Lies (Christen Press x reader)

Based of this request.

A/N: This is the longest fic I have ever written with 11,599 words. I hope it isn’t too long and that you all like it. One more thing, ANGST!!!

You had been keeping a secret since the day you were born. Only a few people knew about it and that’s because someone else told them but at what point does a secret turn into a lie?

You spent your childhood having bi yearly surgeries but they were only temporary fixes until the doctors felt your heart was strong enough to take the stress of a more complicated surgery. This came when you were 15, it meant you could play the sport you love, and to the naked eye your condition was non existent as long as you took your medication. It wouldn’t be the last surgery you had, in fact the doctors told both you and your mom that they would have to do the same surgery again in around 10 years.

It resulted in you learning to live one day at a time and you never looked too far into the future but you couldn’t ignore the fact that every year is one step closing to needing a second surgery. So when you turned 25 you couldn’t help but feel like you were on borrowed time. Two years after that, the hospital visits became a monthly occurrence in order to keep an eye on your condition and your doctor was surprised that your heart was holding up well and it was but that feeling of being healthy soon came to a halt.

First came the shortness in breath followed by the chest pains, they are symptoms that you are all too familiar with. At first it was manageable but then it got hard to hide the toll it was taking on your body.

“Are you ok kid?” you feel a hand rest on the small of your back as you bend over in attempt to catch your breath after a sprinting drill.

“It’s getting worse” you look up at your captain Christine Sinclair “I’ll be ok, I have to be. The olympics are around the corner and I can’t miss them” the panic in your voice sparks concern within the Canadian.

“Ok, ok, calm down. We will handle this like have in the past, just me, you and the doctors. Have you told Tobin or any of the others how bad it’s getting?” you shake your head “Maybe it’s time you tell Christen. The two of you have been tog—“

“No! Christen doesn’t need to know”

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Ashlyn: Uh oh.

Tobin: What?

Ashlyn: I see an angry girlfriend heading our way.

Tobin: Yours or mine?

Ashlyn: Does it matter?

Tobin: If it’s mine, there’s a chance we’ll live, but if it’s yours, we’re dead.

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When I was 18 I took a ballet class at college and every morning our beginner adult class started just as the Ballet Majors in the studio next door took a mid-class break.

Many mornings they would gather in the doorway of my classroom and watch us struggle through our bar warmups or jumble up a new technique while they smiled and whispered to each other.

And every morning I dreaded seeing them there because I knew they were making fun of me.

I had other classes with some of them, and I was always embarrassed when ballet came up, and it always did, them being ballet majors, because I loved to talk about it but knew they’d seen me dance, and I was sure they thought I didn’t belong in the conversation.

At the end of the semester, our instructor announced that she’d like to invite the dancers from the next door studio to sit in on our final performance as an audience, and everyone in my class hesitated. We’d worked so hard, we wanted to celebrate our progress during our final without being judged. Most of us left class that day suddenly more anxious about the final than we’d ever been.

The next morning, in one of my other classes I had with the ballet majors, one of them approached me, and as if she’d been reading our minds the entire semester, she said

“Hey. I just wanted to say that I know we watch you guys dance a lot, and I wanted to make sure you know we’re never laughing at you. When we watch you guys learn the basics…..it reminds us of when we first started when we were younger. It’s like…looking at ourselves when we first fell in love with dancing. That’s why we love watching you guys.”

It shocked me. I felt awash with relief and utterly stupid all at once.

Here I had spent an entire semester assuming the worst of people who had otherwise been nothing but nice to me in every other setting, and I had no one to blame for that but my own insecurities that I’d allowed to rule me for months.

I’d been so unfair to these girls, because I was self conscious. I was so worried about being judged that I’d judged all of them.

Here I was worried they were laughing at me, and all along they were looking at me with nothing but absolute delight, even envy for what I was getting to experience.

This encounter changed my entire attitude, permanently.

It made me realize that, yeah sometimes people are jerks for no reason, but more often than not, people really are just….Good.

Since that day, I’ve started giving everyone the benefit of the doubt until they prove me wrong, for their sake and for my own.

And I’ve learned that the world becomes a lot better and life becomes a lot easier when you accept that maybe not everyone is judging you. Maybe you’re the one who’s hardest on yourself.

Let yourself be. Let yourself exist and breathe and be happy.

The world is a much better place.

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SHE SAID I’M GOING OUT IN GUCCI

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Steady Love

Christen Press x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Originally I had written a scene about the cascadia rivalry between Tobin and Heath!reader. After the report and documentary came out, just the thought of keeping her there sickens me. In order to keep the structure of my story somewhat true to its original form, I’ve decided to write an alternative timeline au where Tobin’s playing for the WA Spirit.

It all starts with an innocent statement.

“Christen’s been going steady since ‘09.”

It’s spoken in an offhand way, you not realizing the ramifications that would follow your words spoken in a moment of frustration. You see, it had been a long game. You were tired, ready to call it a night, pack up your things, head back to the hotel, and snuggle with your girlfriend. What you weren’t ready for was to hear Pinoe’s latest idea about setting Christen up with an old classmate of hers. So, with half a sock pulled down and dressed in only a sports bra and your underwear, you grunted out your thoughts, thinking that would be the end of the conversation.

Oh, how you were wrong.

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