When you’re dismissed and practice ends, you feel like you’ve just run a marathon. The team could tell you were off your game, but they just assumed you were up partying and were hungover or something, and so no one commented anything on it. Practice was a mess, you were a clumsy mess around the ball, missing shots you’d normally never miss. You arrive to practice the next morning with heavy bags under your eyes, religiously chugging coffee in an attempt to make up for the lack of sleep you’d gotten the night before. When 4 am hits, you (thankfully) finish everything, and as soon as your back touches the mattress, you’re out. You set an alarm for 4 am, promising yourself to work just one more hour, so then you can arrive to practice with…a healthy…3 hours of sleep.? Vlatko would kill you if you missed practice, and your professor would kill you if you didn’t finish the homework. You had yet to figure out the last few chemistry problems assigned that day, but unfortunately for you, you had training the next morning at 8. You were thankful you didn’t have a roommate, as your late night study sessions would most likely be of annoyance. You take a glance over at your clock, sighing when you realize it’s already 3 am. When you’ve made your way out of the room, it’s Pinoe who’s first to break the silence.Įveryone shrugs and shakes their head in an “I don’t know” motion.Įverything for the first two years had been smooth sailing, but with the additional practices and trainings for the upcoming Olympics, your life quickly began to spiral out of control. Your teammates stared at you with heavy interest, no one daring to stop you. You run out of the weight room as fast as you can, cursing under your breath when you forget your bag, coming back to pick it up, then sprinting out of the weight room and across the street to your hotel. Your chemistry lecture had started twenty minutes ago, and you were just now getting out of training. “Shit.” You mutter under your breath as you check your watch. for the other players, it doesn’t seem like a big deal, but for you, the 20 year old forward who is also currently attending stanford university, that means staying up until 4 am for classes.Ī/n: for anyone that’s confused, your classes are all online! (also i’m kinda a very big press stand if y’all haven’t noticed :D) also this is a pretty bad imagine so just bear with me here :/ The team was prepping hard for the upcoming olympics, including extra practices and trainings every week. Everything else is up too you if you want. they don’t notice cause she doesn’t have a roommate and stuff. dagný brynjarsdóttir, appearing utterly unfazed by this whole thing but still managing to scream ‘HEY’ really loudly from two feet away is one thousand percent chaotic.Request: You could do a uswnt x reader where they are overworking themselves with soccer and staying up to late with school work. defending your ten sheets to the wind teammate while also stopping her from starting a revolution is pure, that’s right, chaos. screaming and pointing at a confused frat daddy junior is chaotic. because let’s be realistic, this is a chaotic choice. instead this is a friday night in sandy, utah and apparently that’s all it takes for 22 people to go from earnestly playing sports to completely fucking losing it. but this isn’t hollywood and no one is pirouette-battling to a synth-pop beat. if this were a made-for-tv musical, someone’s honor would be defended by a dance-off. She marches over to sonnett like she’s invading a small country or kicking off a protest in the street, sending her ponytail sashaying with the sort of supermodel swagger tyra banks would be proud of.
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