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Keepers Don’t Run - Alyssa Naeher x Reader

Prompt: Alyssa Naeher x reader where they play on the team and r gets injured? Alyssa is so sweet🥺

Note: This was option A

Being in goal, Alyssa always had a full view of the field. She could see things before they would happen, she learned to read players and could predict where they would go. This ability was what made her such a good keeper. She never would have predicted this, no one could have, it was a fluke. A freak accident. A one in a thousand type thing.

Keepers don’t run. But Alyssa ran, she fucking ran. Fast.

Y/N had gone for a slide tackle, it was clean. She had gotten the ball away, like she had done countless times before. But some rookie was out to try and make a name for themselves that game and didn’t take well to losing the ball. She poorly attempted to hop the midfielder, coming down hard on Y/N’s exposed side. Studs meeting ribs. Thin jersey the only thing protecting the flesh.

The ref immediately pulling out the yellow. JJ adamantly protesting to the ref for a red.

But Y/N didn’t get up. Y/N always gets up. That was when Alyssa knew it was bad. She started by taking a couple tentative steps out of her box, the trainers hadn’t been called on yet and Tierna was at Y/N’s side. Alyssa could see Y/N digging her heels into the turf, the rest of her view block as more players crowded around her.

Then Alyssa saw the look on Tierna’s face when she was pushed away from the injured midfielder. She took off across the field as soon as their eyes met.

Skidding to the knees next to the midfielder, Alyssa could see the red forming on the once clean, white jersey. Pushed out of the way while the trainers applied gauze to the torn flesh.

One trainer leaned over Y/N, encouraging her to continue to breath, helping catch her breath after it was all forced from the contact. Another gently probing to get a quick sense of the damage.

Alyssa gripped the hand closest to her, allowing Y/N to squeeze it, taking over encouraging her to regulate her breathing.

“Hey tough guy,” Alyssa awkwardly wiped a piece of grass of Y/N’s face with her gloves still on.

“Fuck, fuck,” Y/N groaned, wincing as one of the trainers continued to press down.

Her breathing was still uneven, each breath clearly a struggle, but had at least became more regular.

“When you’re ready, we’ll sit you up then walk off,” one of the trainers shifted the jersey back down with gauze temporarily taped in place.

Y/N nodded, beginning to push herself up with another groan. Alyssa helping pull her up with one hand while the other supported her weight on her back. Hand firm between her shoulder blades.

“Shit,” Y/N’s brows furrowed tight, working to even her breathing. Preparing herself to stand up, leaning slightly into Alyssa’s side.

“Ready?”

Y/N nodded, leaning more into Alyssa and she started to push herself up. Alyssa slid her hand to her hip, pulling her standing.

Once standing, one of the trainers moved to stand and assist in supporting Y/N’s weight. Alyssa soothingly rubbed a hand up and down her back while they slowly walked toward the sideline.

Before Alyssa could leave the field, the other trainer slid in to replace her.

Alyssa hesitated, she wanted to follow and stay with her girlfriend, but knew she needed to finish the game.

“Finish the game Lyss,” Y/N grunted out, trainers continuing to walk her to the change room.

Alyssa hesitated again, glancing back to the goal before nodding and jogging backwards, watching Y/N tense form leave the field.

Thankfully, there was only ten minutes left in the game, plus five minutes of stoppage time. Alyssa willed the game to go faster, her eyes drifting to the tunnel her girlfriend had been taken every time the ball was away from her.

As soon as the final whistles were blown, Alyssa took off to the medical room, bursting into the room.

Y/N was already half seated on the bed, dressed in a hoodie, shorts and slides. She was pale, one arm across her eyes, not even reacting to Alyssa’s sudden presence.

Alyssa gently sat on the edge of the bed, pushing the arm out of the way, rubbing her thumb along the deep worry lines between her eyebrows. Y/n rolled her head to the side, giving Alyssa a small, pained smile.

“Hey tough guy,” the keeper whispered, leaning down and pressed a small kiss to Y/N’s hairline, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

Y/N gripped the forearm that had rested next to her shoulders.

“We are just waiting for the x-rays,” the trainer offered from the other side of the room. One of the benefits of being a professional athlete; immediate access to medical imaging. “We are assuming there is at least three broken ribs. We’ve already stitched her up, so once we get those back, she is good to go. She can take ibuprofen for the pain, but we are sending her with a prescription for something stronger if needed.”

Alyssa dutifully nodded, ensuring she took in all the instructions.

“I’m right here,” Y/N rasped from the bed.

The trainer smiled and continued to give instructions to the keeper, pausing only to confirm that the ribs were broken.

Alyssa left briefly to change and gather both their things as fast as she could, before making her way back to her girlfriend’s side.

The pair gingerly made their way to the Alyssa’s car. Y/N’s movement slow and stiff, doing her best to stifle any sounds as she moved. Alyssa felt her heart sink watching how much Y/N was struggling at the simplest movements.

“Let’s get you in the shower,” Alyssa suggested softly as they entered the house, arm still curled around Y/N’s waist. Y/N nodded and began to the shuffle towards the bathroom.

The keeper followed along, turning the shower on, she turned back around and placed her hands on the hem of Y/N’s sweater, looking in her eyes for permission to help undress her.

Y/N nodded wordlessly again while they slowly worked together to undress the midfielder, soft gasps and groans hardly heard over the running water.

Alyssa undressed as well, helping Y/N step into the tub, bracing her to make sure she wouldn’t slip.

“Face the wall gorgeous, we don’t want your stitches to get wet,” Alyssa tenderly turned her around.

She methodically washed her girlfriend, lathering her body with body wash, massaging shampoo into her hair. Alyssa tried to avoid looking at the dark bruise already forming, the studs of cleats obvious and distinct in the center of it, skin darkening and spreading across her chest.

Alyssa stepped out of the tub, firmly holding one hand while the other held her hip, guiding y/N out behind her. By now Alyssa could feel Y/N trembling as the pain radiated throughout her body.

Finally dressed and settled for the night. Alyssa leaned against the arm on the couch, keeping Y/N against her chest, rubbing a hand across her legs to help relax her, massaging the tense muscles.

“How you feeling now Y/N/N?” Alyssa leaned in, whispering in the midfielders ear, kissing the tip.

“Like I got hit by a truck,” Y/N tried to turn to burrow her face into Alyssa’s, only groan and tense. “fuck, everything hurts.”

“Shh babe, remember breath like normal,” Alyssa soothed, rubbing a hand across her chest.

Y/N took a shaky, shallow breath. Alyssa squeezed a hip, “full breaths.”

Y/N shifted as best she could to try and get closer to the keeper, Alyssa keeping a protective hand on her belly, the other up and down her thigh.