#woso player x player

[onathinker]

carve your name into my bedpost

“Anything you like in particular?” Suddenly quiet, Ona shrugged with her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Lucy realized it would take some coaxing and gave her an easy grin, smoothing over the skin of her abdomen tenderly. “Where do you like to be kissed?” or; one lazy afternoon, lucy and ona have a chat

rating: mature word count: 1.3k tags: foreplay, dirty talk, implied/referenced sex, communication is sexy

read on ao3 (chapter 2)

[meazalykov]

two worlds collide

emily fox x WNBA!liberty!reader

summary: going on a date with a soccer player, especially an arsenal player, was not what you expected to do during the WNBA break

you sit at the corner table of a cozy restaurant in new york city, your fingers idly tapping against the wooden surface.

the glow of soft yellow lights overhead casts a warm shimmer over the room, glinting off polished silverware and the dark, gleaming wood. 

it’s early evening, just the cusp of sunset, where the streets outside hum with the mingled voices of commuters, tourists, and the occasional street performer.

sabrina had sworn that this was the perfect spot. 

“trust me,” she’d said with a sly grin, eyes glinting with a playful mischief. 

“you two will hit it off.” you remember the way she had nudged your arm weeks ago, barely holding back a laugh when you asked for details.

“wait wait wait– who’s emily? what team does she play on?” you had asked, leaning back in the locker room after practice, beads of sweat still rolling down your neck from drills. 

the name was unfamiliar, and your mind scrolled through every possible wnba roster. nothing.

sabrina had raised an eyebrow, tying back her ponytail. 

“not an emily in the wnba. she’s a soccer girl. arsenal’s defensive player, plays for the uswnt, too.”

your breath had caught in a laugh. 

“an arsenal player? you know i’m a chelsea fan.”

“and yet,” sabrina said, crossing her arms with that knowing smirk, 

“you’ll survive. she’s nice. you’ll see.”

you glance at your phone now, the screen lighting up to show the time: 6:47 p.m. 

emily’s supposed to be here at seven. the soft murmur of voices around you doesn’t distract you from the nervous thrum in your chest. 

on the court, your playstyle might say you’re fearless on the court, storming and crossing up the other team without hesitation, but sitting here waiting for a first date feels like stepping up to the free-throw line with a championship game on the line.

the door opens, letting in a quick gust of cool air that makes your shoulders tense slightly. your eyes shift instinctively, and there she is—emily. 

she’s wearing a dark denim jacket over a white t-shirt, dark brown hair pulled back in a casual ponytail that still somehow looks effortlessly styled. you’re wearing a blue sweater with blue levi jeans, somehow casual. 

emily is scanning the room, eyes bright and clear, until they land on you. she smiles, a small curve that softens her sharp, athletic features, and it’s enough to make your heart skip.

“y/n?” she asks, voice smooth, accented just slightly in a way that tells you she’s been overseas for some time.

“that’s me,” you reply, standing up and offering your hand, which she takes without hesitation.

“nice to finally meet you,” emily says, slipping into the seat across from you. she moves with the ease of someone who’s spent her life in motion.

you both take a moment, the initial rush of introductions settling. you order drinks—her, a classic gin, and you opt for your usual. 

as the server walks away, emily leans forward, resting her elbows on the table.

“so,” she starts, eyes sparkling with curiosity, 

“sabrina tells me you’re a chelsea fan. should i be worried?”

you laugh, the tension in your shoulders easing at the playful jab. 

“don’t worry,” you say, smirking. 

“i won’t hold arsenal against you—at least, not tonight.”

“sounds fair,” she replies, and there’s a moment where you both smile, the warmth between you growing.

the conversation flows easily after that. you share stories about your college days at uconn—the relentless practices, the roar of packed arenas, the thrill of being drafted third overall for the liberty. 

emily’s eyes light up as she tells you about growing up playing soccer until the sun dipped low and her mother would call her home.

“and after some time in north carolina–arsenal came calling since caitlin really wanted me to play with her,” she says, sipping her drink. 

“wasn’t even sure i’d say yes. london felt like another world at first.”

“but you did,” you say, nodding, already picturing her on a pitch, stopping forwards with ease.

“and i did,” emily confirms, eyes catching yours with a look that lingers.

the night stretches on, the restaurant’s bustle slowing as patrons leave, and yet, you barely notice. 

you talk about the upcoming olympics, how emily’s gearing up for it, and she asks if you’ll be watching.

“i’ll be cheering louder than anyone,” you say, meaning every word.

she asks why you weren’t on the basketball team representing the USA in the olympics, you said it was due to an injury scare on your wrist. she understood as a girl who had many injures herself.

by the time the server brings the check, neither of you are in a rush to leave. 

outside, the city’s lights twinkle like a sea of stars, and when you step onto the sidewalk, the air feels cool against your skin.

“thank you for tonight,” emily says, and you catch the faintest hint of nerves in her voice.

you smile, hands slipping into your pockets. 

“anytime.”

“next time,” she says, with a hint of mischief, “don’t wear chelsea blue.”

you look down at your sweater, noting that the blue did match chelsea’s colors. 

“deal,” you laugh, already thinking about when the next time will be.

whenever the american girl comes back from london. 

masterlist

[woso-fan13]

2024 Whumptober: 7

No. 7: ONLY FOR EMERGENCIES

Unconventional Weapon | Magic with a Cost | "It's us or them."

Alex and Kelley make eye contact over your head, fighting to keep their composure as they watch you squirm in your seat. 

Your eyes are glued to the floor, refusing to look at either of the women. 

“You know,” Kelley starts, “just because you don’t want to do something, doesn’t mean you won’t have to.”

“Mommy,” you whine, stretching out the word, “don’t wanna!”

“I don’t know Kel,” Mama says, “she says she doesn’t want to go to bed but she seems pretty sleepy. What do you think?”

“No nap!” you shout, your frustration clear. 

Mommy gives you a look, quickly silencing your complaints, “certainly sounds like she needs one.”

You try to slip out of your chair at that point, determined to run away. You frantically toddle about two wobbly steps before arms scoop you up. You look up to see Mommy cradling you like she used to when you were a baby. 

It’s comfortable, you can admit that. And the way she starts pacing around the room is making you feel a little sleepy. And your eyelids start drooping just a little bit as she starts patting your bottom and whispering quietly to you. 

But you’re not that sleepy, and you’re a big girl. You don’t need a nap. 

But now Mommy’s coming at you with her secret weapon and you don’t even bother resisting. As soon as the tip of the bottle is in your mouth, you latch and start suckling lazily. 

You’re asleep before the bottle’s empty. 

[summer-princess]

Her Type- Ingrid Engen x Mapi Leon

Summary: Ingrid Engen had a type. Sitting on the couch with her girlfriend, casually making out, hands beginning to wander, she could definitely acknowledge that. Or, Ingrid tops the shit out of Mapi.

🔞Explicit Content, Minors DNI🔞

Originally posted on my ao3

Ingrid Engen had a type.

And no matter how much she blushed and vehemently denied it when Frido teased her, she knew it was true. What could she say? It was an observable fact, supported by the two serious relationships she'd had in her adult life. Ingrid had a bad habit of falling for pretty blonde girls covered in tattoos, just a little bit older than her, and they had the habit of falling for her too.

Another element of this truth, however, was better kept away from the public gaze.

Ingrid liked pretty girls covered in tattoos. And she loved taking them apart.

Sitting on the couch with her girlfriend, casually making out with hands beginning to wander, she could definitely acknowledge that.

Kissing Mapi was addictive, with every brush of the older woman's lips against her own making the Norwegian's heart beat faster, happy shivers covering her body. The Spaniard's mouth was slotted beneath her own as Ingrid slid her hand gently up Mapi's side, slipping beneath her shirt to feel the warm skin beneath. Although Ingrid dominated the kiss, the smaller woman was by no means passive- every once in a while she would let her teeth brush carefully against Ingrid's lips, claiming space in the chasm where their mouths met.

Whenever she did, Ingrid would let her have the reigns for a moment before tugging gently on her hair, responding by driving her own lips forward, deepening the kiss further until finally there was nothing else for it but to wrap her hands around Mapi’s waist, pulling the Spaniard into her lap and slotting one strong leg between her thighs.

“Fuck,” moaned the blonde, a sound that made Ingrid smile to herself as they kissed again. Lips still connected to her girlfriend’s, the Norwegian scooped Mapi up into her arms, hands coming to rest firmly on her ass as she carried her the few steps to the bedroom.

“Ingrid, fuck,” the older defender moaned as her girlfriend settled them on the mattress, Mapi on her back with Ingrid hovering over her, strong hands moving from her ass to slide up beneath her shirt, all the while maintaining the heavy contact between their mouths, sliding messily against each other. The Norwegian shifted, sliding her leg back in between Mapi’s.

"Hello there," she grinned. She might have said something else, but before she could utter another word, Mapi had tangled her hands in Ingrid's hair, pulling the already swollen lips back against her own. The kiss was bruising, its conclusion leaving both women gasping for breath. Ingrid's hands, still on her girlfriend's breasts, moved slowly, fingers searching out and finding pert nipples, drawing them into peaks with her touch.

Mapi squirmed, already rocking her hips against Ingrid's still-clothed leg. There were too many layers of fabric between them for her to really feel anything, but the Norwegian smirked at her anyway, a sudden pinch to the elder's nipple making her gasp.

"I love how sensitive your tits are," said Ingrid, voice saccharine despite the filthy words being uttered. "Every time I play with your pretty nipples it turns you into just the most darling desperate little thing. Like I haven't touched you a hundred times before."

Even as Ingrid brought her mouth down, pushing up Mapi's shirt to reveal her braless chest, she could sense the blush on her girlfriend's cheeks. She grinned to herself as she took one of the hard peaks into her mouth- when they had first started dating, it had been Mapi who made her blush most of the time. She still did, if Ingrid was being honest- every time the older woman called her princess or spoiled her with an expensive dinner or new dress, her cheeks would flame red. However, the Norwegian thoroughly enjoyed turning the tables on her, drawing the blood up to coat Mapi's cheeks before inevitably taking her apart.

"Ingrid," whined the Spaniard, distracted by how good her girlfriend's mouth felt on her sensitive nipples. "Ingrid, baby, c'mon."

"What do you want, Maria?"

"Touch me," she said, voice a gasp as Ingrid ran her teeth across sensitive skin. Bringing her mouth away with a lewd pop, the brunette grinned down at her girlfriend, ready to wind her up even further.

"That's not how we ask for things, love," she cooed, shaking her head in mock disapproval.

Mapi growled in annoyance, hands fiddling with the waistband of her own shorts as she shoved them down her legs, kicking them carelessly away along with her panties and leaving her bottom half bare, a feast for Ingrid's eyes.

"Please," she said, blush deepening. "Is that what you wanted to fucking hear? Please touch me, Ingrid."

"There we go," said the Norwegian. "Good girl."

With two long fingers, Ingrid began to circle her girlfriend's clit, dipping them quickly into Mapi to coat the tips with her wetness. She started out slowly, gently, barely brushing the swollen bud which was begging for her caress. Even as she got wetter and wetter, Ingrid's talented fingers gradually increasing the pressure, Mapi couldn't take her eyes off of her beautiful girlfriend. Before Ingrid, she had been the one who typically called the shots with her previous partners. The first time the Norwegian had turned the tables on her, though, she had been spellbound by it. Each and every time Ingrid did this, put her on her back or her hands and knees and called her good girl while making her ask for it, the spell was cast all over again.

Letting her eyes drift shut, Ingrid's hand continuing to rub circles around her sensitive clit, occasionally dipping a finger inside, Mapi only became aware of the world around her again when the motions stopped. A rather undignified whine slipping from her lips, she opened her eyes again to find that she had caught Ingrid in the process of undressing. Shamelessly, she devoured her girlfriend's body with her eyes, gaze dropping quickly to the wetness between her legs. Oh God, she wanted Ingrid on her tongue.

The younger defender smiled when she noticed that Mapi had opened her eyes, dropping the last of her clothing to the ground and turning around to dig through their drawer, providing the blonde with an excellent angle from which to admire her ass.

The strap which she pulled out of the drawer wasn't their biggest by any means, and it was only single sided, but it had a gentle curve which touched Mapi in all the right places. She clenched around nothing, already anticipating how it would feel as it slid into her, and so she was surprised when, rather than putting it on straightaway, Ingrid set the toy gently on the bedside table.

Climbing back onto the bed, Ingrid bent down to give her girlfriend another bruising kiss, tugging gently on her hair.

"I want to sit on your face," she whispered. Mapi nodded eagerly, resisting the urge to reach down between her own thighs, knowing that, with how dominant of a mood her partner seemed to be in today, she certainly wouldn't tolerate that.

"Please," she moaned. "God, yes, Ingrid. Please sit on my face."

Ingrid's grin widened as she straddled her girlfriend, lowering herself down until her soaked pussy was almost within Mapi's reach. The older woman stuck out her tongue, trying to reach it, but Ingrid kept it just out of reach, bringing down the hand not bracing herself against the headboard to toy with her own swollen clit, a sight that made Mapi think she might die there. Then, slowly, just as her partner was about to burst from the frustration of it, of having Ingrid right there yet not being able to quite reach her while still keeping her head on the pillow, Ingrid sank fully down, wet cunt finding a home against the other's swollen lips.

Ingrid let Mapi set the pace at first, the blonde beginning with gentle licks and kisses to Ingrid's clit, taking the bud between her lips and sucking it into her mouth, a movement which made Ingrid's hips jerk almost imperceptibly. Then, just as the Spaniard was getting into her rhythm, Ingrid started to grind down against her partner's face, her hole against Mapi's mouth directing her partner to focus her attention there. Ingrid's hand came down again, thumb rubbing roughly against her swollen clit.

Mapi watched, mesmerized, as her fingers moved, creamy thighs on either side of her head. There was something about it, about licking diligently at her girlfriend's hole while Ingrid toyed with her own clit, that made her want to melt into a puddle at her girlfriend's feet.

"Fuck, Maria," moaned Ingrid. "Your mouth, oh!"

Mapi couldn't be quite sure how long she was between Ingrid's legs, losing herself in the heaven of her girlfriend's juices coating her face, the feeling of being completely surrounded by the Norwegian's pussy, her own throbbing between her thighs. She only became aware again when the pattern changed, when Ingrid took her hand away from her clit to tangle it in Mapi's blonde hair, using it to direct her girlfriend as she approached her peak.

"There, yes," she gasped. "Just like that, fuck! I'm close!"

Redoubling her efforts, desperate for Ingrid to come for her, Mapi took her girlfriend's clit between her lips again. One of her hands, idle at her sides before this point, came up to slide two fingers into Ingrid's pussy, curling them gently to find her favorite spot.

"Fuck, I'm going to come on your face."

Ingrid had just enough stamina left to utter the statement before she was cresting her orgasm, cunt pulsing steadily around Mapi's fingers, juices leaking out to coat the Spaniard's tongue and chin, incoherent noises of pleasure falling from her lips. She rode out her climax against her girlfriend's face, hand still tight in her hair, only collapsing down onto the bed once the orgasm had faded.

Even though the longing between her own legs was becoming difficult to ignore, the older woman gave Ingrid a moment to recover before she pressed a kiss to the hollow of her throat, the remnants of Ingrid's orgasm leaving a wet spot where her lips touched Ingrid's skin.

"Mm," said Ingrid, shaking her head back and forth to refocus on the beautiful woman waiting for her to fuck her. "Let me strap up, love."

She reached for the dildo and harness that she had left on the bedside table, sliding it on before spitting into her own hand and giving the toy a performative stroke.

"Do you want me, love?"

Mapi nodded, spreading her legs to reveal her own soaked pussy, begging silently for Ingrid's attention. The Norwegian smirked, a predatory expression that sent chills across her partner's body. Even though she had just come, her clit gave an interested twitch at the sight of Mapi on her back, legs wide open for her, cunt just waiting for Ingrid to slide her cock inside.

"God," she said, kneeling down on the bed and gripping her girlfriend's hips. "Aren't you just the prettiest sight? So wet for me. It's almost obscene, isn't it? How wet you get for me."

“Fuck,” came the whine from between her girlfriend’s lips, the desperate sound music to Ingrid’s ears as she stroked her entrance, tantalizingly slow, with the head of their strap. Mapi was teetering on the edge of exactly where Ingrid wanted her- all she needed was a little push.

“Be good for me,” she crooned, letting the head of the toy come to rest up against the Spaniard’s hard clit and giving it another stroke. Her hands came up to Mapi's chest, the brunette noting absently that the shirt she had pushed up earlier was still bunched up at the base of her girlfriend's neck. Her fingers rolling Mapi's nipples drew another wrecked moan from the older woman.

“I’ll fuck you,” she continued, voice gentle as she made the dirty promise.

“All you need to do is beg.”

“Please,” came the whimper, before Ingrid had even finished speaking. “Please, Ingrid, fuck me! I need it so bad, please!”

“There you go,” cooed Ingrid, letting the teasing edge fully enter her voice as she pressed her hips forward, one hand still toying with Mapi’s peaked nipples. The noise the Spaniard released as Ingrid sank into her was truly sinful, provoking a smile of smug satisfaction from the younger woman. Ingrid watched the head of the toy disappear inside her girlfriend, her cunt swallowing it so perfectly.

“Was that really so difficult?”

Mapi didn’t respond- what was difficult for her now was keeping her hips pressed against the bed, trying not to buck upward and meet Ingrid’s thrusts with her own. The Norwegian’s hips moved slowly, torturously slowly, each thrust sending the toy a bit deeper. The older woman stretched around it and, for a few moments, the only sounds in the room were her soft gasps, accompanied by the filthy wet sounds her pussy was making as Ingrid fucked her.

"Fuck," moaned Ingrid, eyes locked on the way her girlfriend's face contorted in pleasure as she fucked her. Having not had any attention for a good fifteen minutes, the older woman's clit twitched under Ingrid's skilled touch. It wasn't going to take much, the Norwegian could tell, to get her there.

The smooth thrusts, combined with Ingrid's fingers circling her swollen clit, had Mapi teetering on the edge before she knew it. Locking eyes with Ingrid, the Spaniard saw her girlfriend give a slight nod and, permission granted, the muscles of the blonde's cunt spasmed with orgasm, gripping the toy inside her. Ingrid's fingers continued their path on her clit, working her through her climax, wave upon wave of pleasure drowning her. The thin digits worked her, playing her like an instrument, until her whimpers became oversensitive.

Easing her cock gently out, taking a moment to admire the copious wetness clinging to the toy, Ingrid took her fucked out girlfriend into her arms, pressing a kiss to her swollen lips.

"How was that, love?"

Mapi didn't answer right away, still occupied with catching her breath. Eventually, though, she turned to Ingrid, lips raised in the smile that had first captured the Norwegian's heart.

"Perfect as always, princess."

It was Ingrid's turn to blush as Mapi kissed her cheek, pulling the sheets up and over them.

[lets-get-saucy]

Media Girl - Emily Sonnett - Pt 1

Emily Sonnett x reader

 Summary: Sonnett isn’t very active on social media, but a certain media girl catches her attention. You work for Gotham assisting with their social media and notice a certain blonde become more active with content as the weeks go on.

Warnings: just cute fluff but we’ll see where it goes ;)

a/n: originally was only supposed to be one part but inspiration struck so not really sure yet how many parts it will be

You were new to the city, new to the job, well new to most things currently going on in your life. You had just gotten a job as a social media coordinator for Gotham FC, and it was your first week on the job. You had a social media job prior to this, but sports media was new to you. This week was mainly training for you, Sharon another coordinator on the team was showing you the ropes. What the training center was like, the different types of content Gotham expected, basically the run of the show.

While it was your first week on the job it was also the teams first week back at training. The air was filled with an excited energy, the team having won the championship just a few months ago. You had interacted with a few players, making tiktoks or creating Instagram post, so far they were all kind to you and super easy to work with. However, there were a few players who didn’t participate much even though they seemed to have great connections with the other players during training.

One was Emily Sonnett, a recent transfer to Gotham along with Rose Lavelle. Whenever asked if she wanted to partake in something for social media the blonde would find a way out. You shrugged it off, not everyone was into making a tiktok or posting on Instagram so you couldn’t blame the girl. But there was something about her that stood out to you. She was always making others laugh, dancing or cracking a joke that would send others around her into fits of laughter.

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As the weeks went on you couldn’t help yourself from watching Sonnett. You were drawn to her, and slowly she was coming around to participating in content more. It started off with a simple tiktok video where you asked the players a question.

“Whats something you miss most from home?” You asked from behind the camera.

“Waffle House” Sonnett said as a quick response, smiling into the camera her dimples popping out.

You stopped the video quirking your eyebrow at the other woman.

“You miss Waffle House?”

“Yeah, I mean I know New York has Waffle Houses but not that many. Back home there’s one on practically every corner. And don’t get me wrong the bagels here are great but your really can’t beat a waffle from Waffle House” the blonde rambled on gesturing with her hands.

You found yourself giggling at her, finding Emily to be quite charming.

“Where are you from?” you find yourself asking.

You had done research on the players when you got the job, but nothing to deep mostly just professional history.

“Georgia” she answered.

“Do you miss it?” at this point you know you should be moving on to other players to finish filming so you can edit and post the tiktok, but you can’t seem to pull yourself away from the woman in front of you. Her blue eyes looking into yours.

“Yeah sometimes,” Emily shrugs. “I do miss the weather. I’m not cut out for the cold.”

You laugh at her response, “Its not too bad, and don’t worry it gets hot up here to.”

Before Emily can respond Rose comes over laughing telling Emily about a funny incident that just happened. You didn’t want to leave Emily but you both had a job to do so you offered her a smile before finding another player to add to the video you were making.

However, as the weeks went on you couldn’t help but notice Emily taking more interest in Gotham’s social media. She would volunteer for videos when you would ask players if they wanted to participate. The first few weeks of you job, Emily would almost always tell you she didn’t want to be a part of them. But now she was a regular in Gotham’s content. This continued for a few weeks, Emily seemingly growing more and more comfortable with getting posted on Gotham’s social media accounts. She would pose for pictures or participate in various silly videos and after you two would talk. Sometimes she would crack jokes causing you to laugh but other times you both would talk about genuine things. You learned each other’s favorite places to eat in New York, each other’s favorite foods, sports you played as a kid. These conversations would continue until one of her teammates would interrupt cutting the conversations short.

Even when you weren’t actively making content you couldn’t stop thinking about the blonde. During practices you would stand on the side of the field, trying to get content but you could keep your eyes off Emily. The way her leg muscles looked as she ran or how the sun reflected off her hair, you were mesmerized.

Sometime during practices you would feel eyes on you and when you looked Emily would turn away quickly, her cheeks turning red. Smiling to yourself you would turn your attention back to whatever content you were working on at the time, but you mind would still be focused on the blonde woman. Even across the field you could hear her. Emilys voice carrying as she called out things to her teammates during practice.

It was after practice one day and you were walking through the training center typing up an Instagram post when you heard Emily talking to someone.

“Its not like that, she’s just a friend” the blonde said, “plus we’ve never even hung out outside of practice.”

You stop walking, hiding behind a corner. You know you shouldn’t be listening in to the private conversation, but you do anyways.

“Well ask her on a date then” a voice you recognize as Kelley response to Emily, “you’ve talked about her for weeks now.”

You heart drops, the realization that you have a crush on Emily Sonnett sinking it, your stomach drops as it also hits you that she likes another woman.

“Kelley, I can’t do that”

Before either of them can say anything else you turn around walking in the other direction trying to get away as quickly as possible. Your heart pounding you make it to your office sitting down at your desk trying to take a deep breath. When did this happen? When did you develop feelings for Emily? Thinking back over the past few weeks it hits you. All the shared moments when you would talk to her. Her eyes meeting yours as you spoke. Her fingers grazing your back when she walked past you. How her voice along could bring a smile to your face. Or when she would tell a joke, even if it wasn’t funny you would laugh. You bury your face in your hands letting out a groan. You were screwed, totally completely screwed. Since you first meet Emily, you began falling for her, but it was all one-sided and now you were probably going to have to watch her fall in love with someone else while you stood on the sides and watched. Rubbing your hands on your face you sat up. While your heart might be weighing heavy you still had a job to do.

The rest of the day goes by in a blur as you post content and plan out new ideas to pitch to your boss. Before you know it you’re making your way across the parking lot to go home for the day. You’re half way to your car when you hear a familiar voice call out to you. Turning around you see a nervous looking Emily walking towards you.

“Hey” she says as she gets closer, fiddling with her bag.

“Hi” you mumble back, wanting nothing more than to get home and hide under blankets on your couch eating ice cream.

“Are you okay?” Emily ask you, looking concerned.

“Yeah, I’m fine its just been a long day” you lie, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as she looks at you.

Emily looks around fiddling with her bag. She looks… nervous.

“So, I was.. I” Emily looks around not meeting your eyes. “Do you want to get coffee with me sometime?” she ask so quickly you barely catch what she said.

“Coffee?” you arch an eyebrow.

“Yes, or something else if you don’t like coffee. Theres a really nice smoothie place or”

“Coffee sounds great” you cut her off.

“Awesome!” she smiles finally meeting your eyes.

Her blue eyes twinkle in the late afternoon sun making them appear bluer. Even though your still upset that she’s interested in someone else, maybe a friendship could work out. You enjoyed being around Emily, so if that meant just being friends then maybe you could learn to be okay with that. You did just realize your feelings for her today after all.

“Theres this coffee shop not too far from here, maybe we could meet one morning before practice” you suggest.

“Yeah, sounds good” she smiles.

You exchange information, promising to finalize your coffee plans before you saying goodbye for the day. You watch as Emily makes her way over to her car before you get into yours. Sighing you learn your head back wishing you never realized your feelings for the blonde. On the bright side, you were now friends with Emily Sonnett. You hadn’t even realized your feelings for the other woman until just a few hours before, you could ignore them if it means being friends with her.

[queen-of-reptiles]

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description: in which Deyna Castellanos is spotted at readers first tennis match back from injury while Alex Greenwood is there to support her best friend, and there seems to be something more than friendship in mind

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deyna castellanos x female reader

this is fiction - i am not saying Deyna’s sexuality is part of the LGBTQ+ this is all fiction! x

COVID NEVER EXISTED IN THIS AU

warnings: flufffffff and mentions of previous injuries

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y/n see you soon? #USopen22 🎾

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username1: QUEEN OF THE COURT IS BACK ❤️❤️

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username2: Why is the man city women's team here?

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username3: Alex and y/n have been best friends since childhood - so the team must see her a lot!

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alexgreenwood5: @deynacastellanos ...

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username4: omg ?? Does Deyna have a crush on her???

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username1: ALEX, DEYNA AND LAUREN ARE ALL AT THE US OPEN! AWWWWW

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username5: IF ANYONE IS WATCHING THE US OPEN - they just showed a video of all the players warming up and y/n waved at Alex and her friends and DEYNA FUCKIN BLUSHED

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y/n breathed in deeply, her hand gripping her racket tightly as she watched Caroline Garcia move slightly, one more point. One more point was all that was needed to end this three and a half hour match.

y/n hadn't been playing to her full ability her mind still slightly on her recently healed Achilles. It had been spotted by the commentators, and when she inevitably re-watched her matched later, she would cringe at their pity of her recent injury.

She had never watched the video of her going down, she couldn't. At the peak of her career, 2020 Tokyo, one last hurdle for her Gold medal.

She'd won Wimbledon this year, she'd conquered the singles and doubles in the US and French opens and she and Andy had finally taken the doubles in Australia.

Then it happened, she stretched and she could feel the snap of her Achilles tendon, her body crashing to the floor as the crowd all shouted in fear.

The cry of pain she let out, caused her best friend Alex to jump from the crowd, still in her GB uniform from playing and bounce onto court, ignoring the shouts of the guards.

Belinda Bencic was with her too, having rushed to her competitor the second she went down, y/n's body shaking with pain-filled sobs as the medics tried to decipher the source of her pain, finally realising she was holding her ankle.

It took two months for her operation, the rupture being so bad, yet the back up in the hospitals caused a wait time.

It took another twelve months for her body to heal, and then another six to get her fitness back up, at every stretch, ever jump, y/n expected to feel it again, the pain, the snap.

But it never came, and now here she was, one final serve and she would be through, back to the final of the US Open like she deserved to be, needed to be.

y/n breathed in, looking left slightly, her eyes meeting the kind ones of Deyna Castellanos, Alex's teammate and friend, and she smiled, before throwing the ball in the air and bringing her racket down harshly.

"Ace."

She heard the call before she acknowledged it's meaning, standing their confused as to why Caroline wasn't moving, then the woman who she had battled many times now grinned.

She leapt over the net and wrapped the still paused girl in a tight hug, the crowd bursting into cheers and applause.

"Oh my god!" y/n let out, finally realising what the call meant, and Caroline laughed again as she clung to her.

"You deserve this, petit combattant. You deserve this." Caroline promised as they pulled away.

y/n let out a tearful thank you as Caroline walked toward her coach, the man hugging her in sympathy, y/n turned to Alex and the crowd which were screaming for her.

She let out a cry of joy, tears slipping down her red cheeks as she fell to her knees in relief, the photo becoming one that would be used for weeks to come, showing the joy and love of tennis.

A body collided with hers, long nails scratching at her shoulders as Alex pulled her best friend tighter.

"Ace!" Alex grinned into her.

"Ace indeed!" y/n laughed as she stood up, keeping a tight grip on the closest woman in her life. The press loving the inter-sport friendship began snapping pictures, as y/n's coach Mark wrapped an arm around both of them and guided them inside.

"y/n!" A voice called and soon enough a familiar strawberry blonde was wrapped around her, the player laughing as she hugged Keira back.

Keira, Lucy, Georgia and y/n had bonded best of the group Alex had introduced her to, and even though y/n was aware of Keira's impending move, it didn't dampen their close friendship.

Georgia was unable to join today, but the brunette had promised her friend she would be there for the final, stating she had no doubt she would make it.

"I'm so proud." Keira murmured into her friend's shoulder. y/n smiled as they pulled away, pressing a kiss to the hair of Keira's head.

"Thanks Kei." y/n smiled, Lucy moving over to hug the girl, the two having become like sisters very quickly.

"Well done, kiddo." Lucy hummed, a tight hug reassuring y/n that this was real, she really had done it.

"Thanks Luce." y/n chimed as they pulled away, Lauren and Chloe wrapping her in a double hug quickly. Alex was grinning madly as she pulled y/n over to the newcomer by her hand.

"This y/n/n, is Deyna, she's the only one you haven't met yet." Alex explains. "She's a big fan, ain't ya lovie?" Alex then asks Deyna whose cheeks flush.

"Alex." The girl whined, a thick Venezuelan accent ingrained in her voice which nearly made y/n's knees weak.

She turned to y/n, a small smile on her face as she tried to remain calm at the girl in front of her. y/n suddenly felt self conscious of her looks.

Her hair greasy with sweat, face sticky with it too, her eyes were probably slightly red from the tears and she had some many fly-aways she could guess she looked like a manic scientist.

"Hola un placer conocerte, eres una delantera, ¿sí?" y/n asks softly.

hello, lovely to meet you, you're a striker, yes?

"¿tú hablas español?" Deyna asks, eyebrows furrowed.

you speak Spanish?

Sí, pero sé que la versión venezolana también tiene un ligero dialecto, así que disculpas si todo esto es muy básico." y/n smiles.

yes, but I know the Venzuelan version has a slight dialect too it, so apologies if this is all very basic.

"No no eres fantástica!" Deyna exclaimed happily.

No, no, you are fantastic!

y/n smiled, her cheeks heating as Chloe gawked at her friend, confused that she didn't know the girl could speak Spanish.

"You speak Spanish?" Chloe asks confused.

"Chloe, I learnt to play tennis in Spain?" y/n questioned back confused.

"Yeah, but I just assumed they all spoke English." The blonde shrugged.

"Maybe that's why you didn't react when they called Ace, too used to it being in Spanish." Lucy teased and y/n laughs mockingly before shoving her.

This action causes the two to begin to fight playfully, acting like siblings as the rest just huff and roll their eyes, used to the twos childish ways.

"Alright, alright stop!" Keira chides, her voice stern as the two part and sheepishly look down.

"Sorry Keira." y/n chuckles as footsteps move to them.

"Well, well, well." A voice says and y/n turns and grins at the player.

"Andy!" She squeaks, running at the man she saw as a father, he'd done more for her than either of her parents had anyway.

"Told ya you would be fine." The man chuckles as he hugs the girl tightly. "21 and the best in the world." He adds kindly and y/n smiles as the pull away.

"Think that's cause I have a pretty awesome mentor." She denies and Andy chuckles, kissing her head before letting her continue with her friends.

"So, tomorrow?" Alex asks and y/n lets out a small breath.

"Tomorrow, one day to show them all I'm back." She nods. The girls all nods supportively as they begin their walk back toward the recording room, where y/n would have to sit through some classic interviews.

"Un día." Deyna hums.

one day

"Un día." y/n agrees.

one day

"Un día para demostrarte que has vuelto. Ellos ya saben que lo eres." Deyna tells her.

one day to show yourself that you're back. They already know you are.

y/n smiles softly at Deyna's words, realising that maybe she was right and she nudges her shoulder slightly in thanks.

"Ya estoy de vuelta." y/n nods. "Ya estoy de vuelta." She repeats stronger.

I'm back.

Deyna nods, believing her as Alex looks back, smiling sneakily at the pair she had hoped would get along well, Lucy sees her look and rolls her eyes, but as she hears y/n laugh at something Deyna had said she shares a knowing look with Keira.

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keirawalsh: The photo of your shout of joy will now be my phone background 🥹

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y/n: don't cause I'm still crying all the time...🥹

lucybronze: So proud little fighter!!

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y/n: ly!! 🩷

lauren_hemp: Do I understand tennis? No. Do I love watching you win? Yes.

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y/n: love you hempo!

stanwaygeorgia: Gowan girl!

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This was the longest match of her life. Even during her Wimbledon win, y/n had never been on the court for over four hours, and now they were running over their fifth, nearly at their sixth.

Iga Świątek was younger, fitter, and was not recovering from an injury. She was clever, a fantastic player, but she was not the world number 1.

Neither was y/n, in fact, she had dropped. She was slower, older that Iga, and recovering still, even now, her mentality taking a bigger hit than her ankle.

But today, she needed this win, she had to have it. Iga was younger, fitter, but she wasn't one point from victory. y/n was.

Her chest moved slowly as y/n inhaled deeply, her head tilting up slightly as the crowd waited, holding their breath. y/n's eyes met the soft ones of Deyna once more and a small smile was sent at her.

That soft smile at the lips of the Venezuelan sent small waves of belief down y/n, and she threw the ball in the air. She brought her racket down, watching as the ball flew.

"Ace!"

y/n's hands flew to her head, she heard it this time, she recognised it this time and she sunk to her knees in tears as Iga sunk to her own in sadness.

y/n took a moment, breathing in as the crowd erupted in cheers, she had done something almost impossible. She had beaten an injury everyone thought would be the end of her.

Rising to her feet, y/n moved over to Iga, helping her to her feet as she cupped her face.

"Jesteś tak młoda. Tak utalentowany. Nie pozwól, żeby to miało na ciebie wpływ." y/n spoke softly.

You are so young. So talented. Don't let this affect you.

Iga seemed shocked that the English player spoke Polish, but she smiled thankfully as she wiped her eyes, and hugged the woman in thanks.

"dziękuję, mistrzu." Iga said kindly.

thank you, champion

y/n chuckled, shaking her hand as she walked away, fling her body against Andy who caught her, her body finally letting out the tears she was desperately trying to hold in.

"I did it." She breathed.

"You did it." Andy promises.

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y/n Two little girls, who knew they would be a European Champion and US open winner.

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We did it guys.

Thank you x

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username1: this is so cute 😭😭

username2: I NEED A FRIENDSHIP LIKE THIS

username3: her reaction made me cry so much 😭

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username4: HER RUNNING TO ANDY 😭😭

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username5: AND THEN IN THE POST INTERVIEW SAYING HE’S MORE OF A FATHER THAN HER PARENTS EVER WERE AND HIM WIPING HIS EYES IN TBE BACKGROUND 😭😭

alexgreenwood5: I cannot express how proud I am - you have been through so much, you deserve every second of this win ❤️❤️

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y/n: Cannot ever say how grateful I am to have you in my life Lex, I love you ❤️

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keirawalsh: SO PROUD 🩷🥺

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y/n: 🩷🩷🩷

lucybronze: Georgia was screaming so loud, and THEN WE JOINED IT YOU DID IT 🖤🖤

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stanwaygeorgia: I’D DO IT AGAIN 🖤

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y/n: 🥹🖤🖤🖤

username6: Her comforting Iga was so lovely and the fact Iga said she spoke Polish and when asked about it, y/n said she learnt a bunch of things the night before so she could communicate in her language 🥹🥹🥹🥹

lauren_hemp: GO ON!!!

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y/n: LOVE YOU!!!!

chloekelly: Go on babe !! So proud <3

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y/n: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR COMING <3

andymurray: Couldn’t be prouder, you are so fantastic!

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y/n: Thank you Andy, for all you’ve done xo

cocogauff: AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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y/n: AKDJCIAHWNFKCOSN

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username9: then why are you here??

username10: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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y/n maybe stick to the day job lovie xo

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username1: OMG they are hanging out again AHHHHHH 🥹🥹

username2: this is so cute omg 🤭🤭

username3: do you think they're 'getting to know' each other???

chloekelly: ace! 🎾

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y/n: ace! 🎾

deyancastellanos: I blame my teacher for me not being very good...

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alexgreenwood5: well, if you spend all lesson staring at the teacher you probably won't learn anything 😘

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y/n smiled as the comments continued to flood in, her eyes watching the people call out Deyna for her now deleted comment, the said comment having been seen by the blushing y/n.

"They're going crazy." Deyna hums, a small smile on her face.

"Hmm, well they still think you're useless at flirting." y/n chuckles, leaning back to catch the last bit of sun on her face.

"Luckily you know better." Deyna says and y/n hums.

"Well..." She teases, but she begins to laugh as Deyna's hands begin to poke and squeeze at her sides, tickling her into a breathy apology.

In her squirming, neither have seemed to notice y/n has wriggled herself sideways across Deyna's lap and the tanned woman sighs softly, leaning down and pressing a light kiss to y/n's reddening cheek.

"I'm very glad you made that bet with Alex." Deyna hums as she pulls y/n into her chest, switching her to face forward so the tennis player's back was against Deyna's chest.

The football player sunk further into the trunk of the tree she was resting on as y/n's head fell back against her shoulder, enjoying the feeling of Deyna's arms around her.

"Same." y/n laughed, the bet being made on the day of the final in her head.

"you win a set by an ace today, tonight you kiss Deyna." Alex offered her hand outstretched.

"Alex I met her yesterday?" y/n answered confused.

"And? She's been your crush for years, and you're hers!" Alex fights back, a smirk on her face.

"Ace?" y/n asks, as her hand comes up to shake her best friend's.

"Ace." Alex confirms and the two shake hands.

"Yeah, I'm really glad I made that bet." y/n repeats and Deyna laughs as she cranes her head down, her lips pressing into y/n's.

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I really got into this one … is it obvious ?? 😂😂

apologies if the Spanish and Polish was off it was ALL google translate xoxoxoxox

requests are open and I am super grateful to all the love for these xo

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[pitchsidestories]

Beth Mead x Vivianne Miedema x Reader

oneshots

looks can be misleading

never judge a book by it's cover

[darkstar225]

@woso-fan13 Updated Masterlist

Updated: 04 January 2024

I have no clue why I did this, I just love this writer sm and wish I could check everything in one place since I keep re-reading the fics lol

PS: If the writer wants me to delete the post and send it to you so you'll post it, feel free to message me! I just love the fics and felt like doing this :D

It didn't fit everything so check out @woso-fan13 for the other masterlist with the rest S2

Sicktember 2023

Number 1: Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care

Number 2: Quest For A Cure

Number 3: “What Happened To Your Phenomenal Immune System, Huh?”

Number 4: Hiding an Illness

Number 5: Preventative Measures (Not Taken)

Number 6: Sick & Injured

Number 7: “You’re A Jerk When You’re Sick”

Number 8: Persistent Fever

Number 9: White Coat Syndrome

Number 10: “The Only Place We’re Going Is To The Pharmacy”

Number 11: Beginner’s Guide To Faking Sick

Number 12: Home Remedy/Old Wives Tale

Number 13: Anxious Stomach

Number 14: “I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason I am.”

Number 15: Sick in an Inconvenient Place

Number 16: Consulting the Internet/Web MD

Number 17: Magical Remedy/ Healing Potion

Number 18: “Wear Your Coat, You’ll Catch a Cold”

Number 19: Curled Up With a Pet

Number 20: Cramping Pain

Number 21: “But if you stay, you’ll get sick too.”

Number 22: Terms of Endearment/Nicknames

Number 23: Coughing Fit

Number 24: “Did you just sneeze?”

Number 25: Confused/Disoriented

Number 26: Forehead Kisses

Number 27: Uncooperative Patient

Number 28: “I should have stayed home”

Number 29: Side Effects/Adverse Reaction

Number 30: Patient 0

WHUMPTOBER 2023

Number 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”

Number 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”

Number 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.”

Number 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.”

Number 5: “You better pray I don’t get up this time around.”

Number 6: “Do or die, you’ll never make me; Because the world will never take my heart.”

Number 7: “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.”

Number 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.”

Number 9: “Learning everything ain’t what it seems, that’s the thing about these days.”

Number 10: “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”

Number 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.”

Number 12: “I haven’t slept in days but who’s counting?”

Number 13: “It comes and goes like the strength in your bones.”

Number 14: “Feed me poison, fill me ��till I drown.”

Number 15: “I don’t need you to help me, I can handle things myself.”

Number 16: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

Number 17: “You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.”

Number 18: “I tend to deflect when I’m feeling threatened.”

Number 19: “I’ll take one final step, all you have to do is make me.”

Number 20: “People don’t change people, time does.”

Number 21: “See the chains around my feet.”

Number 22: “They never saw us coming, ‘til they hit the floor.

Number 23: “It’s gonna get me by the end of the night.”

Number 24: “I’ve got a head full of chemicals; mouth full of ridicule.”

Number 25: “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave.”

Number 26: “Sometimes I get so tired; I don’t even know myself.”

Number 27: “You drew stars around my scars; But now I’m bleeding.”

Number 28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.”

Number 29: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.”

Number 30: “It’s okay, just to say, ‘I’m not okay’.”

Number 31: “I thought that I was getting better.”

Comfortember 2023

Safe

Sweater Weather

Leaves Changing

Warmth

Treehouse

Notes

Sick/Illness

Grief/Mourning

Aftermath

Sadness

Comfort Show/Movie

Dreams

Baking

Late Night Phone Calls

Plushies

Coffee/Tea Break

Heirloom

Cuddles

Loved Ones

Shopping

Relapse

Cry

Anxiety

Blankets

Rain

Friends

Soup

Flashbacks

Sleepover

The New Normal

[onathinker]

don't turn away, i'm still awake

She didn’t have enough hands to do it right. She needed Lucy’s weight pressing her into the mattress, her mouth, her fingers, her rough palms and soft eyes raking all over her body. “Need you,” she muttered, hips rolling into empty air as Lucy watched her closely through the screen. “I can’t…” “Can’t come without me?” She snickered. Ona scrunched her nose in irritation. or; tipsy and reeling from a game-winning high, ona facetimes her girlfriend

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tags: smut, fluff, phone sex, mutual masturbation, praise kink, finger sucking, mention of strap sucking, mention of choking (⚠️)

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[meazalykov]

on top of the world

alex morgan x actress!reader

summary: 2019 was the biggest moment in your career, and hers.

2019 is a busy year. endgame, the film you've poured your heart into for the last couple of years, is about to hit theaters, and it’s set to be one of the biggest movies in history. 

the buzz around it is insane—press tours, interviews, red carpets. you’ve barely had time to breathe, but there’s something, or rather, someone, constantly on your mind. alex morgan.

your relationship with alex has always been something special. it's been private, quiet—at least as much as it could be, considering you’re both public figures. her, one of the biggest stars in women’s soccer, and you, one of the biggest actresses in hollywood. 

the rumors about you two have been swirling for months, ever since that time the media caught you at one of her orlando pride games, but you’ve both kept things under wraps. still, it’s getting harder to hide how deeply you care for each other.

alex is about to head to france for the world cup, and you’ve promised yourself you’re not going to miss a single one of her matches, no matter how crazy your schedule gets. she’s been laser-focused on the tournament, and you’ve been equally invested in your work, but that doesn’t stop the late-night texts, the phone calls after her training sessions, the video chats where she shows you around their team hotel.

“are you nervous?” you ask her during one of those late-night video calls, your phone propped up on your pillow as you lay in bed.

“a little,” she admits with a small smile. “but mostly excited. it’s the world cup. we won last time and i have confidence that we will win again.”

“yes! and you’re going to crush it,” you say confidently, leaning in closer to the screen as if that could somehow bring you closer to her. “i know you will.”

“i wish you could be here,” she says, her voice soft, a little wistful.

you feel the same ache in your chest. “me too.”

the group stages kick off, and despite your packed schedule, you make time to watch every game. sometimes, you’re in a hotel room in new york after a bunch of press interviews; other times, you’re sitting on the couch at home, gripping a cup of coffee as the u.s. takes the field. 

your heart races every time alex touches the ball. she’s brilliant—strong, fast, lethal in front of goal. you scream when she scores her first goal of the tournament, jumping off the couch like a little kid, and immediately text her afterward.

“did you see it?” she asks later, when she had a few minutes back in the hotel room before she went to sleep.

“i saw everything,” you reply. “you are incredible. i’m so proud of you.”

you’re glued to the screen through each stage of the tournament. when the u.s. faces france in the quarter-finals, you find yourself on the edge of your seat, heart in your throat. 

it’s a tough game, and alex looks exhausted, but when the final whistle blows and they’ve won, you exhale a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

then comes the semi-final against england. by now, you’ve memorized every corner of your living room, pacing nervously back and forth. 

it’s a tense match, but when alex scores that iconic goal, raising her hand in that cheeky tea-sipping celebration, you burst out laughing, pride swelling in your chest.

“i can’t believe you did that!” you text her after the game, still grinning.

“had to,” she later replies with a wink emoji. “for the drama.”

the u.s. wins, and with that victory, they’re headed to the final. and that’s when you make your decision. 

no matter how packed your schedule is with the upcoming premiere of endgame, you have to be there for alex. you clear a few days, book a flight to france, and don’t tell her a word about it.

when you land in lyon, your heart is racing. you can hardly believe you’re here, sitting in the stands with alex’s family, her sisters beside you, chatting excitedly about how well she’s been playing. 

the fans around you are buzzing, and a few of them notice you, pointing and whispering. the rumors about you and alex have never stopped, and your presence here only fuels the fire.

“you think she knows you’re here?” her sister, jeni, asks, a smirk playing on her lips.

“nope,” you reply, feeling a thrill run down your spine. “it’s a surprise.”

the stadium is electric. the u.s. faces off against the netherlands, and the stakes couldn’t be higher. you sit on the edge of your seat, fingers crossed, your eyes never leaving alex. 

she’s a warrior on the field, pushing through exhaustion, chasing every ball, and leading her team with that fire you fell in love with. when megan rapinoe scores the first goal from the penalty spot, you leap to your feet, screaming with the crowd. then rose lavelle seals it with a second goal, and that’s it. 

the u.s. are world champions again.

tears prick your eyes as the final whistle blows. you watch alex drop to her knees, overwhelmed, before being swarmed by her teammates. 

the celebration is wild, but you’re still holding your breath, waiting for the moment you’ll finally see her.

and then, there she is, searching the stands, her eyes scanning the crowd. when she spots you, her face lights up like the fourth of july. without hesitation, she runs over, her smile wide and tears of joy glistening in her eyes.

“you’re here,” she breathes, pulling you into a tight embrace, her hands gripping the back of your neck.

you laugh, your heart racing in your chest as you cling to her. “of course i’m here. i wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

she pulls back slightly, her forehead resting against yours, her breath shaky. “you’re supposed to be in l.a. for the premiere.”

“i’ve got a few days,” you say, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “you were worth the trip.”

her eyes fill with emotion as she cups your face with both hands, her thumb gently stroking your cheek. “i can’t believe you did this.”

“you’ve done so much for me,” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion. “this was the least i could do. you’re my world, alex.”

“i love you,” she says, her voice barely audible over the roaring crowd.

“i love you too,” you reply, and the kiss you share feels like the perfect ending to the perfect day.

four days later, you’re back in los angeles, decked out in a designer dress for the endgame premiere. the energy is electric, the press is everywhere, and fans are lining the streets, eager for a glimpse of the stars. 

you’ve done the red carpet, given interviews, posed for countless photos with your co-stars. but now, as you wait in the hallway for the theater to open, you’re chatting with scarlett, trying to keep your nerves at bay.

“you nervous?” she asks, grinning as she adjusts the hem of her dress.

“always,” you admit, laughing softly. “no matter how many of these i do, it never gets easier.”

then, you feel it—those familiar hands resting on your shoulders. your heart skips a beat, and you turn around, a huge smile already forming on your face. 

there, standing in front of you, dressed in a sleek black suit, is alex.

“alex?” you gasp, eyes wide with disbelief. “what are you doing here?”

she grins, her eyes sparkling with that familiar mischievous glint. “i couldn’t let you have one of the biggest nights of your life without me. you came to france for me, so i had to be here for you.”

you throw your arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug, the world around you fading away. “you didn’t have to do this.”

“yes, i did,” she says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “you’re my world too, you know.”

you pull back just enough to look into her eyes, your heart swelling with so much love it feels like it might burst. 

“we’re really doing this, huh? the whole “on top of the world” thing.”

alex laughs, nodding. “yeah, we really are.”

and as the theater doors open, the lights flashing and the crowd cheering, you know in your heart that nothing will ever break what you have.

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[woso-fan13]

Whumptober 2024: 2 (uswnt)

No. 2: TRUST ISSUES

Amusement Park | Role Reversal | “You got away with the crime while the knife's in my back.” 

There was a reason that you never liked to go to amusement parks- namely, the annoyingly long lines. So when the team decided to have a day out, you were hesitant. Nevertheless, you agreed and had been having a fun day. 

The day got even better when you wandered to a stand to get some water and bumped into a soccer fan who happened to work at the park. He instantly recognized you, asking you for an autograph. You had opened your mouth to agree when he offered to exchange an autograph and a picture for an exclusive fast pass for you and your teammates. 

It was pure luck. 

You agreed, snapping a quick picture and following him to what you believed to be a help desk. As you got closer, he placed a hand on the small of your back, quickly propelling you forward. You stumbled over your own feet. 

You didn’t want to go with this man anymore. 

This man definitely wanted to go with you, and he wasn’t planning on anything messing this up. 

Your eyes are wide in terror, trying to work out how to draw attention to yourself that would allow for someone to notice and come help. You grow nearer and nearer to the edge of the park, the crowds slowly dwindling. 

“Y/N,” a voice bellowed- it must have been your guardian angel coming to save you. 

You whip your head around. Not an angel, but Sonnett was looking pretty perfect at this moment in time. 

“Em,” you shout, turning quickly from this man and tucking yourself under her arm. 

The glares he was receiving from Sonnett were enough to send him scurrying on his way, but Emily’s arm never loosened from your shoulder. She held you close, pulling you tight to her chest and wrapping her arms around you. 

“You’re okay, Y/N,” she whispered, feeling your tears soak her shirt. 

[wosotales]

Behind The Kit: Arsenal's Chosen Family - She Will Be Loved

Laia Codina accepts her long-awaited national team call up, but it comes at a devestating cost with the loss of a friendship. Struggling with heartbreak and guilt, her transfer to Arsenal finds her a shadow of her former self, consumed by the belief that she is unworthy of love and acceptance.

When Laia first got her call up to the national team, she didn’t feel joy - just a quiet, suffocating apprehension.

Was her call up deserved? Maybe, but it wasn’t because she had earned her place outright - it was a last resort.

Would her acceptance cost her friendships? Definitely, without a doubt.

A national call up is a dream come true though, this is one thing that as a pro athlete you work hard to achieve in a career but when it comes as a result of players refusing to play then there’s bound to be backlash from it.

It felt tainted, more of a burden than a blessing. The national team was fractured, divided by a storm of conflict, and Laia knew that her call up would paint her as a traitor to her friends who had chosen to stand against it.

Of course she knew not everybody would be in agreement of her acceptance, Laia thought she could weather the fallout. She knew it might sting, but in time, it would heal

What she never expected was her acceptance ended up with a loss of a friendship with Aitana as well.

During the time of the call up, Laia was out on a loan so the last thing she expected was to be shunned by her friend, her best friend especially.

The daily phone calls where they once chatted about anything and everything dwindled down to less and less before there were no phone calls exchanged at all.

That really hurt Laia more than she cared to admit.

Maybe it was just a rough patch? At least that’s what she told herself.

Then came the fight that blew up between her and Aitana, the fight that cost her, her entire friendship and with that, a change of clubs.

It happened a few weeks after the initial call up, when Laia returned to Barcelona from the loan spell from AC Milan. She expected somewhat of a cold shoulder, but it hurt a whole lot more.

Running into one another at the training grounds, Aintana looked at her like she was a strange - the girl’s gaze was ice cold, cutting through her like a knife. That was when Laia’s resolve broke, and she couldn’t stand the silent treatment anymore.

“What’s your problem, Tana?” Laia plucked up the courage to ask her best friend, her voice wavered as she forced her words out while her chest was tight with dread.

Aitana scoffed in response before she proceeded to talk, “My problem? You really want to go there?”

The tone of Aitana’s voice made Laia cower in fear but she wanted answers on why she was practically being ignored, “I do,” her voice trembled as she spoke, “Ever since I’ve been back, you’ve been giving me the cold shoulder and you’ve… you’ve barely uttered a single word to me at all! You’ve been avoiding me for weeks, ignoring my calls and messages, just like I don’t even exist. What did I do so badly?”

“You accepted the call up,” Aitana’s tone of voice was venomous.

Laia blinked in surprise, “I… I didn’t think about it–”

“No, you didn’t think, did you?” Aitana interrupted harshly, “You didn’t think about us. About me. You chose them, Laia. You took their side. You knew why we stood down, why we refused to play, and you still took their side!”

Laia could feel her chest constrict as Aitana continued her harsh words, not allowing her the chance to speak, “Tana–”

“No, you don’t get to call me that. Not anymore, only my friends are allowed to call me that!” Aitana’s tone of voice was still ice cold as she cut Laia off, “You don’t get it, do you? If you actually cared about any of us– If you cared about me then you could have said no. But you didn’t. You made your choice, so live with it.”

Laia’s mouth opened, but no words came out. She stood there, stunned, as Aitana turned and walked away without even a backwards glance at Laia, who was left there feeling small and in fear.

That was the last time they spoke before Laia made the move to Arsenal.

The weight of their fight consumed her, hollowing her out from the inside. She tried to focus on football, the world cup tournament, on training, on anything else, but the ache of that loss never left her.

The silence from the rest of the Barcelona girls only made it worse. Nobody stepped in to defend her or offer her comfort.

Nobody was there to tell her it would be okay.

To her, it felt like they’d all quietly agreed that she wasn’t worth the effort anymore.

The loss of her friendship with Aitana was like a wound that refused to heal, and the silence from the rest of her former teammates only deepened the ache.

By the time that Laia made the move to Arsenal, she was a shell of herself. Her confidence was shattered, her spirit dimmed. She walked into her new club with the shadow of rejection still hanging over her, her shoulders tense and her gaze wary.

It didn’t take all that long for her teammates to notice.

At first, they thought it was just the usual nerves of someone adjusting to a new country, a new team, but it became clear that Laia’s hesitance ran much deeper than that. She rarely spoke unless spoken to, and she hovered on the fringes of group conversations like she wasn’t sure if she belonged.

But the most heartbreaking part was how terrified she seemed - like a pup who had been scolded too harshly and was afraid to come near anyone.

If someone so much as placed a hand on her shoulder or moved too close, Laia would tense up like she was bracing for something. 

“Nice, Codi!” Katie complimented, trying to pull her into a hug after a goal she had scored in training.

Meanwhile, Laia stiffened at the sudden touch before she muttered an apology.

It was incredibly heartbreaking for some of the girls to witness, especially those who had grown closer to Laia in the time she’d been part of the team.

Lia and Kim couldn’t help but exchange worried and concerned glances whenever they saw Laia standing on the outskirts, quiet and unsure whether to get involved.

“She’s terrified,” Lia murmured one day after another failed attempt to coax Laia into joining the group conversation, her tone was soft but laced with heartbreak, “I think she’s convinced she’s not worth the effort.”

“We’re not giving up on her,” Kim replied back, hopeful to get her out of her shell.

Then there were her newfound sisters, Laura, Vic and Kathrine, who had taken it upon themselves to make Laia feel at home with their personalities all blending together - Laura, with her bubbly personality, often tried to coax Laia into conversations during meals or training while Vic, sharp and witty, kept slipping little Dutch phrases into conversation just to make Laia crack a smile, and Kathrine, the youngest of the group, hovered close to Laia like a protective shadow, quick to defend her whenever anyone joked a little too harshly.

But no matter how much everyone tried, Laia seemed locked in her belief that she didn’t deserve any of it.

“She looks so scared,” Alessia was the first to broach the conversation with a weary look shared between a few of the other girls, watching Laia sit alone in the dining hall, eating in silence while the rest of the team chatted and laughed around her.

“Why won’t she talk to us?” Kyra furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

Leah shrugged her shoulders slightly in response, “I think we just need to give her space, I guess.”

“Easier said than done,” Katie murmured.

“She’s scared to let anyone, isn’t she?” Lotte questioned, exchanging a glance with the two doms.

“I think so,” Lia responded quietly in agreement, “She’s been through something, but we just don’t know what yet.”

“It doesn’t matter what has happened,” Kim chimed in, sitting nearby, “We just need to show her that she’s safe here now. That she has a family here now.”

Lia nodded in agreement with Kim, “Agreed.”

It definitely was easier said than done, though. Every time someone got too close - emotionally or physically, Laia would pull away and leave her teammates feeling helpless.

But if there was one thing that this Arsenal team prided itself on, it was its family, and Laia Codina was family now, whether she believed it or not.

And family never gave up on their own.

[iamnathannah]

I guess I can say this finally...

Yes, my Glorbie NWSL soccer prompt (that I'll maybe post one day) does feature Sophia Bush-adjacent slander and Barbie is pretty much Ali Krieger because I can't deal with cheaters and Gloria is her salvation as the new owner, a Honduramerican Rebecca Welton (America looks hot in a suit skirted or panted, it's required).

[whatinthehale17]

Well here it is. 14,000 words of pure chaos. Read it if you want to. 😁

[pitchsidestories]

Do you not write pxp?

Hi anon, yes we write p x p, you can find the stories here. 🫶🏻

[jennyboom21]

U.S. women’s national team legend Megan Rapinoe has spoken out amid the discovery of controversial social media activity from one of the team’s newest stars, Korbin Albert.

This week, USWNT fans began to notice that Albert’s TikTok account has either shared or reposted a host of anti-LGBTQ+ content.

In addition, Albert liked a post on Instagram from November 2023 that made light of the torn Achilles that Rapinoe suffered in the NWSL championship game — the final match of her career.

Rapinoe, along with several of her USWNT teammates, has been an outspoken advocate for LGBTQ+ rights throughout her career.

As the controversy around Albert began to grow, Rapinoe posted a story on her Instagram account that looked to be directed toward the 20-year-old PSG midfielder.

“For people who want to hide behind ‘my beliefs,’ I would just ask one question, are you making any type of space safer, more inclusive, more whole, any semblance of better, bringing the best out of anyone,” she wrote.

“Because if you aren’t, all you believe in is hate. And kids are literally killing themselves because of this hate. Wake TF up!

“Yours truly, #15.

“For all my trans homies enduring this horrific treatment day in and day out, I see you and hear you and I am WITH YOU.”

Rapinoe signing the message with “#15” appears to be intentional. After Rapinoe wore the No. 15 for years with the USWNT, Albert has now taken that number as her own.

Longtime USWNT captain Becky Sauerbrunn reposted Rapinoe’s story along with the caption: “Well said, @mrapinoe.” Other notable names reposting Rapinoe’s story included Sam Mewis, Kristie Mewis and Lynn Williams.

Later on Thursday, Albert released a statement of apology on her own Instagram story.

Albert, who made her USWNT debut in December, has been called into the USWNT’s roster for the SheBelieves Cup, which kicks off next weekend with a match against Japan.

The midfielder scored a tremendous long-range effort in PSG’s Champions League quarterfinal second leg against on Häcken on Thursday, showing that at least on the field, the controversy wasn’t affecting her.

Pro Soccer Wire has reached out to Albert’s representation for comment, and will update this story if there is a response.