WOSO Imagines

Forfeit (USWNT x Reader)

Warnings: Death, just overall sadness, angst

You were always there for others, they however weren't always there for you.

The second an opponent went down you were helping them up. When Christen missed her PK you were the first to comfort her.

Perhaps it was the kindness you valued when you played, some say it was the bright light in your eyes. Whatever it was it made the world favour you.

Love you.

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It was Canada vs USA, semi final for the Olympics. One of the biggest game of the year, thousands of fans, live and virtual.

This was your first Olympics, if I had known this was my last I might not have gone.

Canada was winning by one goal curtsy of the one and only Jessie Fleming.

With 10 more minutes to go you were subbed on, the last hope to see gold.

In the end only I saw gold, everyone else saw something not so bright. And not so pleasant.

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2 minutes in and it was rough. 

"Morgan has the ball and sees Y/l/n is in the box. She passes to the young star for a hopeful goal." The announcer yells into her mic.

You indeed were going for a goal but was blocked by a player clad in red.

So you passed to Mal and went near a goal post in case her shot reflected. You were always know for your sixth sense, and it did bounce off the crossbar and landed at your feet.

As you winded up your foot you didn't have time to see Beckie slide on your balance foot, and the goalie deflect the already flying ball by crashing into you.

If hell was pain you were in it deepest chambers.

Your head clanged the metal post making an indent, marking it clear with red water.

Your foot, well what people could see was obviously badly broken.

This pain...

Vlatko and your teammates on the bench didn't watch you worriedly, no they were full scale rioting.

The ref stopped the game and when Jessie Fleming ran to you, checking your wounds, her face went from worry to panic to horror.

Not a good sign.

Instantly she screamed and waved for the medics, whom were already jogging over to you.

"Y/N?" You hear a person's voice, unable to tell whose it is, the blurred figure making their way towards you.

You had collided with a camera when you fell, and the last thing fans saw was your bloody tear-stricken face rolling to the side, as the scream of pain died in your throat.

"Y/N!" You hear the same voice scream as you hit the ground, the world becoming an ashy haze.

In the end we're all made of flesh that can be cut, and bone to be broken and blood to be spilled.

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Your teammates are on you in seconds, Kristie shaking you in an attempt to wake you up, but you didn't budge. A little part of her knew you were already dead and not coming back, but she was desperate to prove that part wrong.

"Wake up," Tobin shakes you, tears streaming down her cheeks "Please." she whispers as her shakes slow to a stop. 

Depite the desperate attempts of your make shift family, you don't move. Your chest ceasing to rise and fall, the soft beating of your heart absent beneath Tobin's fingers.