#team ucla

[gymfanconfessions]

“UCLA is lookin' freakiong amazing, hope they make it back to the nattys this year.”

[trulyhblue]

Way To My Heart

Jessie Fleming x Reader

warnings: period/menstrual pains, nausea, period guilt?? (idk how u would put it), fluff, hurt/comfort, coarse language.

thank you for the inspo!!! @jessiebronze2 <3

A/N — not all periods are the same!! Also, bit of a short one today

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You couldn't remember the last time you had comfortably moved without feeling the notion of your stomach twisting in the most ridiculing pain.

You always struggled with your period. It was something you had never seemed to get used to as the years went on. No amount of medication could soothe the pain that you felt. Nothing could cure the cramps, the migraines, and everything in between.

It was days of endless, excruciating torture that nothing could eradicate.

Except for your girlfriend.

You and Jessie met at UCLA, where you were studying for your degree, while she multitasked the confronting challenge of being a student-athlete. Everyone could see the talent the Canadian possessed from a mile away, and you were lucky enough to witness her growth throughout the years that she had prospered. While you weren't a football fan growing up, the fondness you felt for the girl must've coerced you to find some enjoyment in the game — though you must admit, the most rewarding part of watching the sport was actually watching your ridiculously hot girlfriend.

Jessie had felt reluctant to leave for training that morning. The early morning chill made a perfect excuse for your girlfriend to cuddle up to your side. There were many instances when Jessie would find herself begrudgingly peeling away from your sleepy figure with a scowl on her face. Training was hard work, full of sweat and grind. She loved it, of course, but she often had trouble shaking the image of you in bed, snuggled into a mound of blankets and pillows instead of her.

The Canadian was the same this morning, except she noticed a subtle change in the furrow of your eyebrows. The crease was pained. It was deep with exhaustion, and your body was curled up into a ball, feigning your figure into the smallest confinement it could muster. Beads of sweat peaked at your hairline, your skin a few hues paler than normal.

Jessie wisped the hairs that had fallen in your sleep away from your face, opening the windows in hopes that fresh air would calm your heated cheeks. At first, she thought you had a fever, or maybe even a cold. Both of you adapted to the London whether easy enough, save for the few times when a virus would spread through the city — that was where neither of you could fight it off. As hesitated by her closest, contemplating whether to call in and say she was unable to attend.

She watched as you tossed and turned, pulling on her training gear in an endeavour to fix her conscience off of you. She knew that if you found out she cancelled training for you, it’d only make your mood worse. You were as stubborn as each other. It was when you stirred from your sleep, feeling the drop of your stomach hurl your eyes open, that Jessie climbed over the duvet to you.

“Are you okay?” She asked, combing your hair softly. You clutched your stomach upon instinct, pulling taunt on the sheets beneath you.

“I'm on it.”

It took her less than a second to comprehend what you meant. Her eyes widened, unbeknownst to you, and shielded the bright light that streamed through the curtains away from you.

“Oh, baby,” she muttered, running her hand down your arm. “What can I do?” She shuffled to your side, maneuvering your body onto her chest, sighing at the way your body complied with her movements like putty.

“Just this is okay,” you replied solemnly, closing your eyes. Jessie made sure to keep her breathing balanced, using as much concentration as possible to keep her body still. The two of you stayed like that for a while, until you moved your head up with a wince, noticing the Chelsea logo adorned on your girlfriend's shorts.

“You need to go, Jess.”

The look on Jessie’s face told you all you needed to know. She must've forgotten all about training, bound by the comfort of your body pressing into her own, and pursed her lips together to show her contention to the statement.

You huffed, lifting your body to move back to your side of the bed. “C’mon Jessie Baby, you’ll be la—”

Your balance was shaky, your arms lacking the strength to hold you up for long. Jessie pulled you back into her chest, wrapping her arms over you, her hands resting on your arse and thighs.

“You're sick,” she stated, swaying you back and forth. The movement was comforting enough for the aches in your body. “I can stay, y’know. They let us stay.”

“Don't lie, Fleming, I swear to God.” You retorted, using all your strength to push yourself back against the sheets. The woman looked at you with the utmost concern. Her eyes were beady and broad, empathy scattered across the constellation of freckles dotted across her cheeks.

“You are going to training, Jess.”

Jess took her time in replying, hoping the silence would make you rethink your decision. She would love nothing more than to shower you with praise and affection. She’d make you breakfast without you getting out of bed, then run you a bath so that your muscles would ease from the heat.

She’d bring you whatever you wanted whether that was chocolate, ice cream, cuddles, kisses — anything. In times like this, she was completely at your will. But on the other hand, she knew you had made up your mind. Jessie loved football, you thought. You weren't going to make her stay home for you, especially when you were experienced with this sort of pain prior to now.

So that's how you were left to yourself for most of the day.

Jessie left reluctantly after ten minutes getting the rest of her things. She made sure to bring you in some food and multiple heat packs before she ran out the door, already inevitably late. You stayed in bed for the most part, finding yourself huddled into a ball with your phone in front of you. After a while, a recurring, dull discomfort flared in your head, and you weren't able to scroll aimlessly on social media due to the light sending hurt across your face.

Jessie sent you hourly questions, asking if you were okay or if you were feeling any better. She was talking to Niamh about her worry for you when Emma sent the Canadian around the field for being late. Niamh told her the best thing for you was Jessie herself, which unfortunately sent a new wave of guilt through the woman as she moved through drills.

By a little after noon, you were feeling hungry, but your body was not equipped to get itself out of bed in search of anything to soothe your hunger. Instead, you drank the rest of the water next to your bed, the thought of Jessie being home soon sending you into a comforting sleep.

It didn't last long though. You sent upwards, a wave of nausea overtaking your senses. You had only just made it to the toilet in time, sitting in the bathroom, by the toilet, in silence.

You were dazed, fatigued, and hungry — not a good mix for a woman. You wanted to be productive — the apartment was in ruins, and there was so much you could be doing instead of lazing about on the floor of your bathroom feeling sorry for yourself. You hated that Jessie would come home from a rough day at training to a messy house and the burden of taking care of you.

The thought almost made you laugh — you would've if your body would've allowed it — Jessie would be appalled if she heard those words come out of your mouth. The woman was endlessly caring, sympathetic and kind. She always made sure you were okay, even if she was having issues of her own. Your relationship was a saving grace for both of you. Together, you built each other up in all different ways. You moulded as a couple but also as friends. You laughed, played and talked like you had known each other forever, even if you had only met her in college. You complimented each other in ways no one else could. If she had heard you call yourself a burden, you’d be in for it.

Jessie loved you in ways you couldn't comprehend. Turns out, you felt the same for her.

You were too stuck in your own thoughts to hear the front door open, or the way your girlfriend announced her arrival. You stirred by the toilet, only looking up when the bathroom door swung open, revealing your girlfriend in all her glory, holding a handful of flowers and chocolate.

“Oh, baby,” Immediately, she placed all the things down, kneeling by your side to scoop you up into a hug. “You’re okay. I'm so sorry you're feeling like this.”

You weren't crying, but the overwhelming sensation of Jessie with you was overstimulating. You weren't usually this sentimental, but the way Jessie picked you up, placing you gently on the bed with a wet cloth over your head. She slipped off your shirt and replaced it with a new one of her own. You listened to her with your eyes shut, hearing she hurried shuffle across the room.

When she met you with cuddles, you knew she had changed from the sweatpants and jumper she had replaced her training kit for. You engulfed her scent, letting it soothe the dryness in your throat.

The two of you were slowly breathing in each other’e ambience when Jessie finally spoke, her whisper sending shivers down you ear.

“I love you so much, Y/N.” Her breath fanned over your neck. “You're my favourite person in the whole world.”

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[athleticperfection1]

From UCLA to the Lakers!

[beatrack92]

Kate Jendrezak (UCLA)

2022 Pac-12 Championships (Eugene)

[tvmusiclife]

1,016 days since their last loss. A record 43 game win streak. Upset today by UCLA...

[imaginespazzi]

Hey bestie, it’s me 🙋‍♀️ but this time for something non-ucla fic related (omg!)

Was just inspired after the top 16 reveal, so here’s what i’m predicting based off the current top 16 and bracket assignments even though there’ll likely be a lot of movement between now and selection sunday. Also, forewarning, some of these are purely based off vibes (and the assumption that all 16 make it to the sweet 16 even though i’m sure there’ll be 2nd round upsets) 😅:

Elite 8:

South Carolina vs Oregon State (yep i’m calling Oregon St “upsetting” Iowa in the Sweet 16)

Ohio State vs LSU

Stanford vs Texas

UCLA vs UConn

Final 4:

South Carolina vs UCLA (I wanna say I see us upsetting UCLA real bad but i just can’t i’m sorry 😭 plus i’m punishing ucla fic paige for ucla fic azzi 😌)

Ohio State vs Stanford

Championship game:

UCLA vs Ohio State (i know i know, i have ucla upsetting socar 🫣)

Champs:

Ohio State (note: I loooove Jacy, Cotie and Celeste so this may be slightly biased 🤪)

I know it’s not the most bold of takes given i have all no 1 seeds making it to the final 4 but i tried sprinkling in some hotter takes?? I’m keen to know your predictions bestie!

Big love always 💗💗

Hi my love <3

These are some SPICY predictions omg I love them. South Carolina not making the championship game? OSU winning it all?? 🔥

I feel like mine are much more basic ngl.

Elite 8

SC vs Oregon State (I'm with you babes, I just don't think Iowa has it personally)

Colorado vs LSU (this was actually really hard but I'm a staunch Jaylyn Sherrod fan and what is USC outside of Juju lol)

Stanford vs NC State (could easily be Texas, I just think NC state might have a little bit more to give)

UCLA vs UConn (Paige > Georgia, Aaliyah > Liz everybody else is whatever but I'm still kinda terrified)

Final Four

SC vs UConn (I just think that we played the worst basketball of our lives and only lost by 10 and if we just play well we could beat UCLA *famous last words*)

Stanford vs LSU (LSU is not gonna lose to the same team twice...I think)

National Championship

SC vs Stanford (I feel like this is pretty self-explanatory though I will say March Li and P)

Champions

Stanford (CAMERON BRINK SUPREMACY)

For all my thoughts and vibes, apparently I'm still holding out hope on UConn but also this actually seems like an okay enough bracket for us to get through (more famous last words). Anyways this bracket isn't gonna hold either but I actually do think Stanford could win at the end of the day.

Thanks for coming, love you bestie <3

(I feel like we write letters to each other lol)

[viktoriakomova]

I wish UCLA’s fanbase weren’t so fucking insufferable bc i actually really like the team this year lol

[shakira-fan-page]

New photo | Shakira with the UCLA Women’s Basketball team in Los Angeles, California. (Jul 30, 2023)

[cherrywoso]

introduction

hiii!!

you can call me cherry and im a part of the wbb and woso community on here

my teams

wbb

stanford

uconn

south carolina ( go gamecocks !)

ucla ( go bruins !)

woso

arsenal

england

spain

barca

portland thorns

[gymfanconfessions]

“Why does the entire tumblr gymternet seem to root for UCLA? Is there something I'm missing? Was there a memo I didn't get?”

[beatrack92]

Shae Anderson (UCLA)

[indeedgoodman]

[kdsburneraccount]

Mark few rly said “call the ambulance but not for me” today

[patellatubbies]

i’m also going to say something controversial which is that uconn could well end up w the natty at the end of the year, but they just haven’t had a strong enough schedule yet to be #1 over a team that beat the #1 ranked returning undefeated national champions by TWENTY.

uconn lost 2 of their best players last year and even though azzi is back from injury, it could still take her the rest of the season to get up to full strength. paige is amazing and so are a ton of others on that team, but they can’t get #1 on reputation alone when there’s so much parity this year

[shakira-fan-page]