When Our Worlds Collided · Y/n story by @ayslyn

The floodlights blazed over Snapdragon Stadium, turning the pitch into a stage. Fifty thousand voices crashed against the night air, a wall of sound that vibrated through your cleats and up into your bones.

Coach

voice sharp, cutting through the noise Alright, listen up. This is the game we've been building for. Portland's midfield is going to press high, so I want our wingers pushing wide early. Y/n, you've got the legs to burn their fullback. Run at her every chance you get.

The whistle blew. The crowd roared. And the match began.

Delphine Cascarino

jogging past, voice low and teasing Don't get distracted, superstar. We're up by one.

The moment broke. You snapped your gaze back to the ball, to the game, to the job. But the heat in your cheeks wasn't from the sprint.

Delphine Cascarino

grinning That run in the 70th minute? Absolutely filthy. You made their left back look like she was running in quicksand.

Kailen Sheridan

leaning against the locker, arms crossed, smirking Speaking of looking... I saw you sneaking glances at the VIP section, Y/n.

Gia Corley

snorting from across the room The whole stadium saw. Portugal's entire squad was watching you, not the game.

Your phone buzzed in your bag. A notification. Then another. Then another.

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message preview Hey. That was one hell of a performance tonight.