When Dreams Collide: Y/N and Elizabeth Olsen RE WRITING

Chapter 25: New Beginnings, Old Memorie

Chapter 25: New Beginnings, Old Memories

The Red Bull Arena buzzed with electric anticipation, a sea of Gotham FC fans standing shoulder to shoulder, chanting, cheering, living every second of the most intense game of the season. The championship was on the line, and Gotham was in trouble.

With their starting goalkeeper sent off in the first half and Seattle Reign capitalizing on the chaos, the score was 2-0. Time was slipping away.

But Gotham still had Y/N.

And Dua Lipa knew better than anyone—when Y/N had her back against the wall, she was at her most dangerous.

Dua had arrived just in time to witness what no football fan ever wanted to see.

The stadium fell into a stunned hush as Y/N lunged for a desperate tackle against Seattle’s star midfielder. Her body twisted mid-air, and she landed awkwardly, clutching her knee the moment she hit the turf.

Dua’s stomach dropped.

The moment stretched endlessly, a cruel loop of past injuries flashing before her eyes. The silence of the crowd was deafening, interrupted only by the distant calls of the medics sprinting onto the pitch.

From the VIP section, she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

Her body moved on autopilot, pushing through security before they even realized what was happening. She barely registered their shouts behind her as she rushed toward the edge of the field, her pulse pounding in her ears.

“Come on, baby, please...” she whispered to herself, eyes locked onto Y/N’s unmoving form.

This was her worst nightmare.

Y/N had promised her she’d always get back up. They had talked about this exact moment just a few nights ago, lying in bed, tangled in the comfort of each other’s warmth.

“You know I hate watching you get hurt, right?” Dua had murmured, her fingers tracing absentmindedly along Y/N’s collarbone.

Y/N chuckled, pressing a kiss to Dua’s forehead. “I know, babe. But you also know I always bounce back.”

“That’s not the point,” Dua huffed. “One day, what if you don’t?”

Y/N had smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Okay, how about this? From now on, every time I go down, I’ll give you a thumbs up. That way, you’ll know I’m okay. Just a little knock. Deal?”

Dua had hesitated, searching Y/N’s gaze for any sign of uncertainty.

“Deal,” she finally whispered. “But if you ever break that promise, I swear I’m running onto the pitch.”

Now, standing just feet away from the touchline, she waited.

Seconds felt like hours.

Then—movement.

Y/N, still on the ground, slowly lifted her arm.

And there it was.

A thumbs-up.

Dua exhaled so hard she nearly collapsed. A relieved, tearful laugh bubbled up in her throat.

“That’s my girl,” she whispered, wiping at the moisture in her eyes.

Y/N pushed herself up, shaking off the impact. The moment she stood tall, the energy inside the stadium shifted.

She turned to her teammates, her expression fierce.

They weren’t losing this. Not tonight.

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What happened next would be replayed for years to come.