USWNT & NWSL One-Shot Collection

@^ - R.Lavelle/Fem!Reader - Concussion Protocol

READER USES They/Them Pronouns! 

USWNT vs. CANWNT 

Reader - Goalie - Jersey #1 

Rest of team as Roster-ed, unless specified. 

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POV: Y/N

A Corner Kick: That's how my time in the Summer Series: US vs. Canada Friendly ended. Or I guess the correct thing to say would be the head on collision with the goalpost would be what actually took me out of the game. Let's go back to the beginning of the game.

I stood between the posts, my favorite place. Ever since Hope Solo retired, I had taken up the starting goalie spot and her jersey number, #1. It was hot in Orlando, hotter than we normally trained in, but having grown up in Florida I was sort of used to it.

The first half was brutal. Canada and US games were always brutal, it was a sibling rivalry on a national scale. The US had the record to back the cockiness. We had beaten the Canadian team in the vast majority of our meetings. But the games were always brutal. Halftime showed a score of 0 all, not for a lack of trying on either side. As we came back in from the half, things turned up a few notches.

About ten minutes into the second half, Christine Sinclair was on a breakaway, her red uniform bright against the sea of dark blue uniforms of the US team. She took a shot, only for me to bat it away easily, Ali Krieger knocking it out of play just a few seconds later. This caused a corner kick. I lined myself up, a few defenders and attackers in my way. I wasn't paying attention to where in the goal I was standing, solely focused on the incoming attempt.

Jessie Fleming took the corner, kicking it into the fray and I watched it get tipped forward by Deanne Rose. I jumped, prepared to block the ball, only to get knocked backwards and the world to go black.

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POV: Rose Lavelle

After the half, I was subbed out for Sam Mewis. It was fine, my hamstring was bothering me anyway. I sat with the trainers, stretching and massaging my leg as I watched my partner bouncing on their feet in goal. My eyes landed on the lone red clad figure making a break away towards Y/N in goal. Sinclair, based on the name on the back of her jersey, took a shot. Y/N batted the ball away easily, and Krieger kicked it clear.

The two teams set up for a corner kick. I could tell that Y/N was a bit out of her normal place, which didn't concern me too much. Fleming took the shot and Y/N jumped for it. They were pushed backwards and then a very loud thud rang through the whole stadium. Those in the seats near the goal went silent, shocked. I couldn't see anything in the chaos that had erupted in the goal.

"What just happened?" I asked, as I looked at Lindsey who had jumped to her feet when the loud noise happened.

"Looks like someone's down in the goal, but I can't tell who." She answered, trying to move around to see if she could stop a number or a color.

Krieger ran forward, facing the bench and signaling for help. The ref directly behind her was motioning for the trainers to attend to the fallen player.

Kelley and Carli both ran over to Coach Ellis and quietly explained what happened. Kelley kept looking over at me and that's when my heart dropped. It had to be Y/N. Kelley caught my eye and for once, she didn't smile. I got to my feet and made my way over to the three women.

"What's happening?" I asked, my voice slightly uneven.

"You need to go sit down before you hurt your hamstring." Ellis said, pointing towards the bench.