#i’m p sure i pulled a muscle while taking the ref for this

[els-moonleaf]

hey! *rotoscopes your fool*

[wonder-kid-pugh]

Her Defender - (Tobin Heath x reader)

I growl for I'd say about the sixth time as I see Tobin being thrown to the ground again by Chapman. But it seems like the ref must have lost her whistle or maybe she's blind because once again there's no foul called. But like always Tobin still gets up. I'm in the middle of glaring down Chapman when Alyssa calls my name. I turn around to see her giving me a look, "Keep focus Y/n! Don't lose your cool".

"No promises" I mutter as I get back into position. I swear Tobin had spent more time of the ground than I have had on the ball. The US vs Canada game was always a tough match and was known for being a really scrappy and chippy game. But it seems that they were extra aggressive today.

Especially against Tobin

And the only reason I hadn't decked Chapman myself is because I'm too busy making sure no one gets down my side.

And because Alyssa has stopped me everytime I've tried

Matheson made a run up my side but I quickly shouldered her off the ball and dishes it off to Lindsey who played it up to Tobin. Tobin had barely gotten a touch on the ball when Chapman rammed into her from behind. Finally the ref called a foul which Chapman had the audacity to argue. I growl again sick of all these bullshit challenges about to march up to her but I feel a hand on my shoulder, "Y/n don't".

I keep my eyes on Chapman hoping that if I glare at her hard enough she'll somehow drop on the field with an injury, "She keeps going after Tobin". "I know but it won't do us any good if you get sent off" Alyssa says. After being checked out Tobin gets up and looks for me, giving me a thumbs up showing that she's okay. "See? Tobin's okay now don't do anything reckless" Alyssa tells me before going back to the goals.

The play continues but I don't get a chance to get revenge because half time is called. Making sure my path doesn't cross with Chapman's, Alyssa wraps an arm around me and guides me to our dressing room. "Lyssa let go" I grumble as we make it to the tunnel. But she tightened her grip making sure I couldn't get out, "No cause I don't want you doing anything stupid". I scoff as she pushes me into the locker room.

I turn around to glare at her but I'm met with my girlfriend, "Hey". I let out a heavy sigh letting my shoulders slump for the first time since the game started, "Hi". I look her up and down frowning at all the grass stains on her jersey and shorts, "Are you okay?" She grins up at me and stands on her tippy toes to reach up and kiss my cheek, "I'm fine. Definitely going to be sore tomorrow". I furrow my eyebrows and let out a low growl.

"Hey. Hey what's wrong?" She asks wrapping her arms around my torso. I hug her back hiding my face in her hair, "They keep going after you". She lets out a chuckle as she rubs her hands up and down my back, "Yeah but I always get back up don't I?" "Yeah" I mumble into her hair. She tilted her head up putting her chin on my chest looking up at me, "So you have nothing to worry about"

I pout as she chuckles giving me a quick squeeze. She leads me over to her cubbie and makes me sit down in front of it while she sits behind me. She starts to rub my back, tracing the numbers on my jersey. I hum as she digs her fingers into the tense muscles in my back. I close my eyes as I focus on her massaging my back leaning back into her.

I'm vaguely aware that Vlatko walks in and starts talking but I just sit and relax. Tobin pulls my hair out of my hair tie and runs her fingers through my hair while massaging my scalp. In just a few minutes I was purring under her touch.

"I'm sorry. Did you just pur?" Rose asks from her seat beside us. "Shut up" I grumble as Tobin stops her hands. I turn and look at her and whine, "I didn't say stop". Tobin laughs before bending down to kiss my head because continuing on her menstrations. I sigh as I relax back in between her legs.

"How did you do that?" Sonnett asks mouth wide open. "Do what?" Tobin asks. "How did you get the big bad 6 foot giant that is Y/n L/n, to turn into a soft cuddy teddy bear?" Sonnett says waving their arms around. "Shut up" I narrow my eyes at the defender and she shrinks back. But Tobin tilted my head back and gave me a quick kiss. I drop my head back down with a dopey smile. "Vicious to soft in point 5 seconds" Christen teases to which I stick my tongue out at her.

"I've never seen Y/n so soft before" Kelley cackles but is quickly silenced by a glare from me. We have to head back out for the second half but Tobin stops me holding my hand giving me a stern look, "No killing out there". I try and pout at her but she holds her look, "I mean it Y/n. You can't be making reckless tackles just because I get hurt". I sigh and tighten my ponytail and mumble, "Fine".

Tobin gives me her signature grin before grabbing me by the jersey and pulling me down to her height and giving me a kiss. A dopey smile appears on my face when she pulls away and pats my cheek and jogging into position. But not before shouting over her shoulder, "Make sure she doesn't do anything stupid, Lyssa!" Alyssa shrugs as she gets into goals, "So business as usual'.

"Hey!"

My fellow teammates laugh as we wait for the game to restart. We get back into play and Canada are already back to their obvious fouls and the ref still isn't calling them. Thankfully we're up 3-1 and there's only around 10 minutes left if the game. Tobin is making another run up the wing but once again gets taken to the ground which the ref thankfully calls. But Tobin doesn't get up straight away.

And at that point I had had enough

"That's it!" I growl before marching up to Chapman who is being pulled away from the ref by her teammates. Alyssa tries to stop me but I've already made my way to the Canadian player before she can do anything. I shove her backwards which she returns weakly barely moving me at all.

I get in her face, well as best as I can with me towering over her, glaring at her, "Touch her again and I'll make sure you'll have to be carried off the field. I see her gulp hard before I'm pulled away and shown a yellow by the ref for shoving her. I wave him off before going to Tobin who is still on the ground. I hold out a hand to her helping her up, "You okay?" She nods, "Yeah just knocked my knee a little. I told you no killing". I shrug, "She's alive last I checked". She rolls her eyes before laughing, "Let's just finish the game".

We finish out the game with nothing much happening. Chapman didn't so much as move within 2 metres of Tobin resulting in her getting subbed off soon after it resulting into another goal for us. Once the whistle blew we shook hands, with me giving Chapman a tighter squeeze than necessary before she scrambles off the field.

I glare at her watching her get off the field which I feel arms slip around my waist, "I think you scared her". I shrug, "She'll live". She chuckles as she nuzzles herself into my side, "Thank you for standing up for me". I duck my head kissing the top of her head, "Anything for you". Tobin smiles as she takes my hand leading me to the dressing room, "Cmon I want to go back to the hotel and cuddle". I smile letting her drag me towards the tunnel, "I'd like that". I hear Kelley scoff behind us

"Softie"

"Watch it O'Hara before I kick your ass back to the hotel".

[wordsandshawn]

AU: Uni Shawn - athlete/trainer

Requested: An imagine based on these bullet points with Shawn as a hockey player and y/n as a trainer.

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You grab the foam roller before re-entering the training room. Handing Steve the roller, you look around the room as a few more players are filing in, needing different things before they start to suit up and warm up for the game tonight. “You can go over there,” You tell him, pointing to the side of the room where he’ll be out of the way, so he can roll out his tight muscles.

He takes the foam roller from you, and says, “Thanks, y/n,” Before turning and heading over to the spot you told him to.

Now that he’s taken care of, you turn your attention to James who you noticed just walked in. “How’s your ankle?” You ask him, while motioning for him to take a seat on the table.

“Still sore,” He responds truthfully, while sitting down and lifting his foot up a bit so you can take a look. It still looks bruised.

“Have you been icing it?” You ask, and he nods. After moving it a bit, and taking into account his pain levels, you say, “It isn’t ideal, but I can wrap it, and you’ll be able to play tonight.”

“Thanks, y/n, you’re the best.” He tells you.

“Alright, I’ll be right back,” You tell him then you walk to the cabinet to grab the pre-wrap and tape. While you’re digging through the cabinet, wondering what happened to all the pre-wrap, you feel someone come up behind you. A hand lands on your shoulder, and he presses a kiss to the back of your head before continuing on his way. When you turn around, Shawn is already halfway across the room, greeting Steve with a handshake. You just smile and shake your head at the fact that even after all this time, he still manages to make your heart speed up when he enters the room. Returning your attention to the cabinet, you finally locate the pre-wrap, and go back to James to wrap his ankle.

After wrapping James’ ankle, you notice Shawn is seated on the other trainers table, just looking at his phone. “Is there something wrong?” You ask him, wondering why he’s in here when you’re pretty sure he wasn’t injured or anything, and he should be in the locker room getting his gear on by now. He looks up at you and shakes his head, “I just wanted to see you,” He says, reaching out for you, but you don’t let him grab you or pull you closer to himself, “Shawn, I’m working,” You remind him, sparing a glance at the other trainers, but they’re both too busy to be looking your way.

“Yeah, I know, but,” He pauses, a small smile spreading across his face. “My wrist, it really needs to be wrapped.”

You roll your eyes at his antics, but you can’t help but give in. You quickly retrieve the rolls of pre-wrap and tape you were using earlier, and you hold out your hand for Shawn to place his in yours. He does, the warmth radiating from his large hand warming your cold fingers immediately. “Your hands are so cold.” He comments squeezing your hand in his.

“Its cold in here,” You defend yourself, and he just laughs as you begin to wrap his wrist.

After five minutes of wrapping his wrist and talking to him about nothing in particular, you’ve finished. “Go get ready now,” You tell him, “Good luck tonight babe, you’re going to kill it.”

“Thanks y/n.” He tells you. You want to give him a kiss for good luck, but you know better than to do that while you’re still on the clock, so instead, you just pat him on the shoulder and move on to see what Tony needs.

-

After you finish up in the training room, you walk out to the rink to see the players warming up. You stand on the side, watching them play. You’re lucky that you get to work as a trainer because you love watching hockey, and pretty much all sports, and you’re even luckier because your boyfriend is on the hockey team. This means you’re able to be at every one of his games, and you get paid to watch him play hockey.

After taking a few shots, he skates to the side where you are, “Can you help me stretch?” He questions, and you nod. It’s basically your job, and you’d much rather be helping him stretch than anyone else.

-

You always have one of the best seats for watching the hockey games because you’re on the bench. James had just gotten off the ice, and you’re checking in with him about his ankle, making sure it’s still okay. Shawn walks by, getting ready to sub in. He has both his gloves and his stick in one of his hands. As he passes you, his free hand brushes against your butt, lingering for just a second, making it obvious it wasn’t on accident. You just glance at him briefly, and then turn your attention back to James. Shawn always gets jealous when you’re helping the other guys, and you can tell by the smallest gestures, or the glances he shoots you. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you so much as he doesn’t trust most of them, and he just doesn’t like it that you have to touch them so much, even if it is your job. You end up joking with him about it, but he doesn’t normally find it as funny as you do.

After about ten minutes, the game has suddenly increased in intensity for some reason. You’re carefully watching the play, but you sort of wish you weren’t when you see Shawn take a big hit and go down. He’s extremely tough. He has to be since he’s played hockey his whole life. This means most of the times he gets hit, he just gets right back up, but that doesn’t happen this time. The ref calls for a trainer, and you’re on the ice, rushing towards Shawn before anyone else has a chance to even get to the opening. He’s writhing in pain, but he isn’t making a sound, and that’s how you know its bad. “Is it your shoulder?” You ask him once you’re kneeling above him.

He just nods. The other trainers have followed you onto the ice, and John, who is in his forties and has been doing this nearly as long as you’ve been alive, is trying to figure out what is wrong. You’re on the side of Shawn opposite of the shoulder he injured, so you unconsciously grip his forearm since you can’t hold his hand because of his glove. It only takes a few seconds for John to tentatively diagnose Shawn with a dislocated shoulder. You both help him up, being careful of his injured shoulder, and he skates off the ice, trying not to move his shoulder any more than necessary. Once you’re off the ice, John says that he’ll have to pop it back in because based on the pain Shawn is still feeling, it is still dislocated, and it isn’t good to leave it like that for long. Shawn takes a seat on the bench, and you sit next to him, probably too close for a trainer, but you don’t even care at this point. Shawn is in so much pain, it is breaking your heart, and you just want to hold him, but you know you can’t.

John pops Shawn’s shoulder back into place, and that helps with the pain. Although it is still hurting, you can see it on his face, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. You quickly get him ice, hoping that will alleviate some of the pain. Shawn insists on sitting and watching the rest of the game, although you can barely see anything else that happens because you’re too busy worrying about him. He says that if he doesn’t move it, then it doesn’t hurt, but that doesn’t really help to ease your worries much. You want to kiss him, to be closer to him, to make him feel better, but you can’t. You’re already sitting, as close to him as you can, and you don’t want to be unprofessional. Although you’ve already probably behaved in unprofessional ways, you couldn’t help it.

-

You enter Shawn’s apartment to see him sitting on his couch and working on a paper.  After you greet him, you ask, “How is the shoulder?”

“It’s the same.”

“Did you ice it?” You ask, and he just shakes his head. “What do you mean you didn’t ice it?”

“I forgot.”

“I texted you to remind you, twice.” 

“But I wasn’t home when you texted me.” He tries defending himself, but you just roll your eyes and head over to his freezer to grab an icepack. You place it on his shoulder, and he looks up at you, “You’re the best.”

“You’re an idiot, you need to take care of yourself.”

“I know babe, I’m sorry.”

-

It’s about an hour into the three-hour drive to the University that the team is playing at that night. You had stayed up most of the night before to finish a paper since you knew you wouldn’t be at class, but you had to turn it in before you left this morning. Because of that, you’re exhausted. You had been sitting with the other trainers and coaches at the front of the bus, but you stand up from your seat and head a few rows back to find an empty row. You sit down, and lean your head against the window. Just as you’re about to fall asleep, you feel someone slide into the seat beside you. There is only one person you want it to be, and when you open your eyes, you’re glad that it’s him because you wouldn’t want to have to make conversation with someone or worry that you’re taking up more than your share of space.

“Tired?” He questions.

You just nod, and he reaches out his arm, pulling you towards him. You let yourself lay across the seats, resting your head on his lap, and he gently rubs your shoulder. The sound of voices pulls you from your sleep. You can’t exactly identify who’s talking, but also, you don’t really care, you just want them to stop so you can sleep again. “Aww you guys are so cute.” The statement is sweet,  but you hear the teasing in Shawn’s teammates voice as he says it. 

“You’re whipped, Shawn.”

You feel his hand find its way back to your shoulder, gently rubbing it. “Shut up,” He tells them. “Go away before you wake her.” He whispers to them, and they tease him a bit more, but finally the bus is mostly silent again, and you fall back asleep.