#lindsey heaps

[walshespasses]

Masterlist

Alexia Putellas

My Cousins Captain 18+

No One Watching But The Waves 18+ - One Shot

Come Find Me

Mapi Leon

The Tattoo Artist 18+

Lost In Translation

Lucy Bronze

Falling Into Frame - Ongoing

Steph Catley

Straight Girls Don't Kiss Like That Part 2 18+

Caught In 4K Karat Gold - One Shot

Never Meant To Worry You - One Shot

Patri Guijarro

I Was Never Ready To Be Next - One Shot

Leah Williamson

White Dress, Old Wounds - One Shot 18+

Eyes Up Williamson - One Shot 18+

Kika Nazareth

First Daughter ch.1 ch.2 ch.3

Jenni Hermoso

Off Limits ch.1 ch.2 ch.3

Geraldine Reuteler

Home Isn’t A Place - One Shot 18+

Irene Paredes

The Shadow Of Number 4 - One Shot

Vicky Lopez

Growing Pains - One Shot

Niamh Charles

Crossbar Challenge

Clara Serrajordi

Twenty Five Miles - One Shot 18+

Freya Godfrey

Blue Instead - One Shot

Keira Walsh

Something’s Don’t Need Words

Lindsey Heaps

For Everyone’s Sake

[meazalykov]

home is where you are

selma bacha x f!exbayern!reader

you couldn't keep a secret. everyone knew why you were coming to france.

warnings: established relationship

the air felt different from what you were used to in germany.

yes, france is only on the western border of germany, but the air felt crispier and you noticed a faint scent of lavender coming from some distant field.

as you stepped out of the airport doors, seeing a row of cars and people pushing their suitcases along their walking feet, your heart thuds in your chest.

this is not from nerves about the new club or the weight of replacing dann v donk who left lyon, but because of selma.

the fired up french woman is your girlfriend of three years. everyone always suspected that you were the left-back's girlfriend.

neither of you never confirmed but never denied.

however, she has been the one who’s been your lifeline during each injury period, every match through late-night calls when you were in munich and she was here, in her childhood city, playing for her childhood club.

aka the best club with the most history in women's football.

you tug your black hoodie’s drawstrings tighter, hiding the grin that’s been plastered on your face since you signed the contract two weeks ago after lyon paid bayern the transfer fee.

it’s supposed to be a surprise.

you’ve been meticulous, dodging selma’s questions during your video calls, changing the subject when she asked why you seemed so giddy lately.

now, as you wheel your suitcase through the airport, your phone buzzes in your pocket.

you glance at it, and your stomach drops at the notification on your lock screen.

sel:

lindsey spilled. you’re coming to lyon, aren’t you?

your grin falters.

damn it, lindsey.

you wanted to see selma’s face when you told her, wanted to catch the way her eyes would light up, maybe even tear up.

you text back quickly, fingers fumbling.

you:

maybe i’m just visiting? 😏

sel:

don’t play with me, y/n.

magou told me that you said goodbye to the bayern locker room yesterday.

i’m at the training ground.

get here.

now.

you laugh under your breath, warmth spreading through your bones.

she’s onto you, but that doesn’t dim the excitement. you slide into a taxi, the driver glancing at you in the rearview mirror, probably recognizing you.

you don’t care.

all you can think about is selma waiting for you, probably pacing, probably trying to act cool in front of her teammates.

the drive to lyon’s training facility feels eternal, but when you finally pull up, you spot her immediately.

she’s leaning against the fence, arms crossed as she stands beside sara, her dark hair pulled into a messy bun, and her lyon kit still damp from practice.

she’s trying to look stern, but the second your eyes meet, her lips twitch into a smile she cannot hide.

you grab your bag, thank the driver, and jog toward her.

she pushes off the fence, meeting you halfway, and before you can say anything, she’s in your arms, her face buried in your neck.

selma smells like grass and sweat.... and home.

“you’re such a terrible liar,” she mumbles against your skin, her voice soft but teasing.

“a surprise transfer? really? I'd call you corny for this but im more surprised that you thought you could keep this from me?”

you pull back just enough to look at her, your hands resting on her waist. selma's brown eyes are bright, a little glassy, and you swear your heart skips.

“i almost pulled it off,” you say, smirking.

“blame lindsey. she’s got a big mouth.”

selma laughs, the sound bubbling up like it always does when she’s trying to act mad but can’t.

“oh, i did. she told me two girls were coming from german clubs, and when i asked who, she just smirked and said, ‘well, jule from wolfsburg… maybe your special friend from bayern too.’”

selma mimics lindsey’s american accent, rolling her eyes.

“i knew it was you. i knew you’d do something stupidly romantic like this.”

“stupidly romantic?” you raise an eyebrow, stepping closer until there’s barely space between you.

“i’m moving across countries for you, selma. that’s, like, peak romance.”

selma's smile softens, and she reaches up, brushing her thumb along your cheek.

“you didn’t have to,” she whispers, her voice quieter now, like she’s letting herself be vulnerable.

“you were another captain at bayern. by that I mean you’re a star there. you could’ve stayed, and i would’ve—”

“no way,” you cut her off, shaking your head.

“you’re here. lyon’s your home. if one of us was gonna switch clubs, we all knew it was always gonna be me. besides,” you add with a grin, “i’m ready to boss the midfield for your childhood club. danielle’s shoes were big, but i’ve got this.”

selma’s eyes crinkle at the corners, and she pulls you into another hug, tighter this time.

“you’re such a dummy,” she says, but her french accent is thick, like she’s holding back tears, “i can’t believe you’re here. like… really here.”

you rest your chin on her head, swaying slightly, the world narrowing to just the two of you.

“i’m here,” you murmur, “and i’m not going anywhere unless you tell me to.”

she pulls back, giving you a playful shove.

“don’t tempt me. you’re gonna have to fight for your spot, you know. lyon’s not bayern. you know our history. we don’t just hand out starting roles to defensive mids who think they’re hot stuff.”

“oh, but you know i’m hot stuff,” you tease and give your girlfriend a wink, “and i’ll earn it. just wait till you see me breaking up plays and pinging balls to forward up top. we’re gonna run this league, selma.”

she grins, grabbing your hand and lacing her fingers through yours.

“we better since we already do,” she says, tugging you toward the training ground.

“come on, the team’s dying to see you. they’ve been buzzing since lindsey let it slip.”

you follow her, your bag slung over your shoulder, her hand warm in yours.

the large lyon facility sprawls ahead, all sleek lines and green pitches, but it’s selma’s excitement that makes it feel like home already.

she glances back at you, her smile wide and unguarded, and you know, without a doubt, that moving here was the best decision you’ve ever made.

“hey,” you say softly, stopping her for a second. she turns, eyebrows raised.

“i love you, you know that?”

sel's expression melts, and she steps closer, smiling at you gently, right there in the open, like she doesn’t care who sees.

“i know,” she says, smiling.

“i love you too, y/n. welcome to lyon.”

masterlist

authors note: this was a request from @sleepychelseafan :) thank you for your patience I hope you loved this :)

[lionessesuswnt]

“Lindsey sits next to me” 😂❤️

[drex223]

God damn, Lindsey really bulking up before her return to the nwsl

[lightcastlenineteen]

I can’t prove it but they definitely used a mens body for Viv and put in absolutely no effort for Heaps 😭

[tiswhatittis]

Brazil and USWNT - Let's Talk About It

Now that I've gotten some sleep, there are so many things about last night's game against Brazil to talk about.

TBH I'm not mad at the win. I think the US earned it.

The US clearly had the better mental game. It's easy to get frustrated, and lash out, but aside from a few outliers (including the captain) the US did a good job keeping their heads on straight. Shit-talking is part of the game, and Sonnett and Trinity clearly outmatched their Brazilian counterparts in that aspect, and clearly got in their heads and I'm not mad about it.

The unfortunate thing about a physically aggressive style of play, like Brazil, is that you're going to be treated as if you're aggressive. You could see that in some of the calls, and also some of the lack of calls. Do I think the refs were fooled into thinking Sonnett was actually hurt when Bia pushed her? Not even a little. But it was the right call. Maybe soft, but reaching outside of your body frame that far to make contact with another player, especially off the ball, is unnecessarily aggressive posturing. That being said, Lindsey also seemed to do it more than once and probably also deserved to be sent off. And when you take into consideration the abysmal behavior by the Brazilian coaching staff before that, I completely understand why a ref would make that call, telling the players on the field that they can't just act however they want.

I think sending Bia off was supposed to send a message to Brazil and prevent an egregiously malicious foul, but obviously that didn't happen. That being said, the game should have ended before then. Brazil was getting increasingly more reckless. I think they knew that the US had them, especially on the mental side of the game, and the game didn't need to go on for as long as it did. In that moment

I would've loved to have seen how a Tara Rudd and Lilly Reale coped with a game like that, but overall I think the defense was better up to the task and more cohesive in this game than the last and earned that shut out.

Michelle Cooper was absolutely POTM, hands down. She showed a level of adaptability that the US needs and I hope that Emma gave her her flowers for the absolute showcase she put on.

I agree with what Foudy said, that Brazil does not need to play like this. They have the talent to outplay the US, but were so focused on hitting the players instead of playing the game.

I think my most unpopular opinion is that Marta should not have been on. She didn't contribute to the football side of the game, and I think that her "passion" ultimately led to Brazil's complete unravelling. I also am not a fan of the way she went straight to the media after the game, people are at least trying to act like a football match was played, and Marta's already yelling into a microphone. I love her as a player, but I don't think she was a player last night. Marta is 40 years old, she knows how to act.

These are obviously all just my opinions, but let's chat if you want!

[woso-appreciation]

Sonnett, Rose, Lindsey & Sam Appreciation

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[offtothesidesfc]

USWNT vs. Columbia Ft. Sonnett, Lindsey, and Foxy being absolutely over it.

(you know if Foxy is mad things are really starting to get out of hand.)