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A Shoulder to Lean On [Preath x Daughter!Reader]

requested by anon: More preath with daughter!reader? Something a little angsty where the reader came from a toxic home and can’t communicate her feelings very well with them and they’re worried about her a lot. And she finally feels safe enough to tell them she’s not been doing well mentally and they comfort her.

A/N: hope everyone had a happy holidays and a happy new year!! after a much much needed break, here’s some writing! lol it’s pretty long but i hope y’all enjoy it :)

warnings: mention and brief description of abuse, mention of bullying, slight swearing

“You ready, kiddo?” Tobin asks, as she rolls her suitcase to the front door of the apartment.

“Mhmm,” you hum. “I still don’t see why I have to go with you guys. I’m old enough to stay at home alone, and I’ve done it before.”

“You know why.” Christen gives you a stern glare, reminding you of the exact reason, as you roll your eyes.

A couple days ago, you had gotten into a fight at school. One of the guys in your class had been picking on you, calling you names, hitting you, and asking why your moms would adopt anyone like you, not that you’d told Tobin or Christen any of this.

Ever since you had been adopted about two years ago, when you were 15, you hadn’t been the best at openly communicating with your moms, especially about your feelings. Your previous home life wasn’t the best, as your biological parents would verbally, and sometimes even, physically abuse you.

After going through that whole ordeal and then jumping around in foster care, you weren’t used to expressing your emotions nor were you used to having people, like Tobin and Christen, who actually cared for you.

So when the two soccer players took you in and adopted you, it was certainly an adjustment for you. You found yourself often bottling everything up and then lashing out, usually taking form in a yelling match between you and your moms.

Both Tobin and Christen, but particularly the curly-haired forward, were worried about you. They knew you hadn’t ever actually had the chance to process the traumatic events of your childhood, and your coping mechanism of keeping it all to yourself was not healthy. However, every time they tried to talk to you, you would brush them off.

Though, their worried had been heightened a couple of days ago, when they’d found out you’d resorted to physical violence, punching a boy in the face. But they couldn’t let your actions go unpunished, hence why you were traveling with them to Cincinnati for the USWNT’s SheBelieves Cup training camp and matches.

“Whatever,” you mutter under your breath.

“Come on, this is hardly a punishment.” Christen squeezes your shoulder, decidedly ignoring your comment, and picks up her bag, motioning for you to do the same. “In fact, I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself.”

“I doubt it.” You grab your duffel, as the three of you make your way downstairs.

“Emily and Lindsey will be there,” Tobin offers, knowing that might cheer you up. Living in Portland, you spent a lot of time with the two blonde women and formed a sisterly relationship with them.

You shrug, trying to hide the excitement bubbling within you.

“Come on you two,” Christen calls over her shoulder, as she packs the suitcases into the trunk of the Uber.

“Just try and tone down the attitude, for your mom’s sake, okay kiddo?” Tobin suggests, patting your shoulder. You roll your eyes but nod in agreement.

“Let’s just get this over with,” you huff quietly to yourself, sliding into the backseat, as the three of you make your way to the airport.

——————

As you walk into the lobby of the hotel, trailing behind your moms, you hear someone call your name.

“(Y/N)!” Emily runs across the room and hops on your bag, Lindsey following close behind.

You wince, as the two older women crash into you and squish your body.

“You’re here at camp!” Lindsey claps your shoulder. “We’re gonna have so much fun.”

“Yeah.” You shrug. “I’m gonna head up to my room.”

You give them a small smile, wiggling out of their hold, and approach your moms.

“Could I have a key to the room please?”

“Here you go.” Christen pulls out the card from her coat pocket, placing it in your hand. “We’re having team dinner at 6, so be down by then.”

You nod and head down the hall to the elevators.

—————

A couple hours later, after you’d unpacked, showered, and scrolled through your phone, you walked into the large conference room, where the team dinner was set up.

Knowing the routine by now, you grabbed a plate and began to serve yourself some food. Scanning the room, you decide to take a seat next to Sonny and across from Lindsey, your moms only a few seats down.

As you begin to take a bite of salad, you feel Emily nudge your elbow. “So was what you did so bad that your parents had to force you to come to camp?” The defender shovels a mouth full of food, looking at you expectantly.

You furrow your brow. “Huh?”

“Well,” Lindsey chimes in. “You rarely ever come to national camp anymore, and when you do it’s usually a punishment of some sort because you look miserable.”

“Fair.” You nod, taking another bite.

“Well, you gonna spill the beans?” Mal asks, joining the conversation.

“Just stuff at school.” You shrug, as the youngsters around you exchange glances.

“What happened at school?” Rose raises her eyebrows.

“Nothing,” you mumble, ducking you head. “I don’t really wanna talk about it.”

Ignoring you, Sonnett keeps pushing. “Did you not do your homework? Get a bad grade on a test? Ooooo did you get into a fight?” The defender leans forward on the edge of her seat, poking your arm, as the rest of the younger players pause their meal, eagerly awaiting your answer.

You feel yourself getting increasingly agitated, and you clench your hand around your fork.

“Emily!” Tobin calls out from across the table. “Stop being so nosy and cut it—”

“I said I didn’t wanna talk about it!” You yell, as you slam your fist down onto the table, causing the plates and silverware to clatter. The entire room goes silent, everybody turning to look at you to see what’ll happen next.

“(Y/N) (Y/M/N) Press-Heath!” Christen scolds, giving you a glare, nodding her head to the door. “Outside, now.”

You drop your utensils and push your chair away from the table, following your mom out of the room.

Once the two of you are alone out in the hallway, the silence becomes unbearable. Feeling ashamed and embarrassed, you hang your head and avoid eye contact with Christen.

“(Y/N), what happened in there?” Anger evident was evident in the forward’s voice, but she remained calm.

You shrug your shoulders, putting your hands in your hoodie pocket.

Frustrated by your behavior, Christen sighs, “That behavior is absolutely unacceptable, and you know that, (Y/N/N). You want to tell me what’s going on?”

“It’s nothing, mom,” you murmur, intensely staring at the plain pattern on the hotel carpet.

“Look at me, honey.” Christen gently lifts your chin with her finger, her eyes softening. “Talk to me.”

You lock eyes with your mom and feel guilt pulling at your heart. You knew that your parents wanted what was best for you and that they actually cared for you, unlike your biological ones, but after what you’d been through, you couldn’t bring yourself to open up very easily.

“I’m just tired,” you easily lie, your eyes fleeting from Christen’s green orbs.

“Okay,” your mom sighs in defeat. “Well in that case, go upstairs and get some rest.”

You give her a small smile and turn to make your way towards the elevators. Before you could get too far, Christen calls after you, “And don’t come back down until you’ve lost the attitude!”

Looking back at her, you throw up a thumbs up, before pushing the up button. After a quick elevator ride up to the third floor, you unlock the hotel room you shared with your moms. Glancing over at your backpack leaning against the desk, you know you should probably start your homework and study for your biology test, but the bed calls to you, and before you know it, you’re fast asleep under the covers, sleep taking over.

—————

The next morning, you wake up in a bed all by yourself. Looking over at the opposite bed, you notice it’s empty, your moms already up. You glance at the clock. 8:17 am. Rolling over to grab your phone of the nightstand, you check your text messages and see one from the group chat with your moms.

Ma 🤙:

Morning kiddo. Breakfast starts at 8 but we didn’t wanna wake you. Hope you slept well. Please be down before 9. Love u

You simply give the text a thumbs up, before sliding out of bed and making your way to the bathroom for a shower.

Once the water is to the temperature of your liking, you step under the hot water, steam filling the bathroom. You were honestly grateful your moms had already gone down to breakfast, as it left you alone to shower in peace.

When you were back at your old home, the shower was the only place you could escape. You would use it as a place of refuge, where the water would drown out all the noise of your parents’ yelling and screaming, numb the pain of your cuts and bruises, and leave you to empty your mind.

Closing your eyes, you let the water hit your face and drip down your body. You try to feel every single drop when it hits and as it falls, grounding yourself in the present.

After a few minutes, you pull your head out from under the water, wipe your eyes, and get on with cleaning yourself.

Once you’ve finished showering and getting dressed, you make your way down to breakfast. You grab a banana and a yogurt before sitting down across from your moms.

“Good morning, sweetie,” Christen coos. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good,” you respond, as you peel your banana.

“You feeling better?” Tobin subtly asks, raising her eyebrow at you.

You nod, your mouth too full to voice a response.

The two women exchange a worried glance, causing you to roll your eyes. “Moms, I’m fine.”

“Alright, kiddo,” Tobin sighs. “Just know if you ever need to talk about anything, we’re here for you.”

“Thanks,” you mumble, giving her a small smile.

“Well,” Christen starts, as she begins to clear her plate. “We have to leave for training in about ten minutes, so you either have two options: you can either come to the field with us and watch training or you can stay at the hotel and do your homework and study for that test coming up.”

You grimace at your options, not really like either of them. Before you can formulate your decision, your mom interjects, “And yes, you would actually have to do homework. Phil agreed to stay back with you of that’s what you choose.”

“Like a babysitter?” You scoff.

“No,” Christen calmly states. “Just someone to make sure you’re actually doing your work. And Phil does have an MD, so he’d probably be able to help you with your biology.”

“I think I’d rather come watch your training,” you decide, wanting to see your moms play, also having some interest in the sport of soccer.

“Awesome!” Tobin grins at you. The forward had been trying to warm you up to the idea of playing soccer, obviously not pushing anything onto you, but she couldn’t be faulted for trying.

“Okay.” Christen nods, putting a hand on her girlfriend’s arm to calm her down. “That means you will have to study and finish your work later.” She gives you a stern look, daring you to protest.

You nod, taking one last bite of your strawberry yogurt and putting the banana peel in the plastic cup.

“Okie dokie. It’s time to go. Let’s get moving.” Tobin slaps the table, getting up from her seat.

After quickly cleaning up breakfast, you follow your moms, along with the rest of the team, onto the bus. Looking down the aisle, you try to find an open seat, knowing your moms sit together.

“(Y/N)!” Emily shouts, waving to you from the back of the bus. “Come sit with us.”

You make your way towards where all the youngsters sat and see that Emily and Lindsey have squished together, making room for you on the aisle seat.

As you plop down, Sonnett rests her hand on your shoulder. “(Y/N), I’m sorry about yesterday. I shouldn’t have been so nosy. It won’t happen again.”

“Thanks, Em.” You nod, a small smile on your face. “And I’m sorry for snapping and yelling like I did.”

“It’s no problem, (Y/N/N).” Emily grins, ruffling your hair, as she goes back to being her goofy self.

For the rest of the bus ride, you watch and listen to the youngsters antics, ranging from Sam’s terrible puns to Mal’s mediocre rapping. To your surprise, you find yourself having a decent time, glad to be spending time with people somewhat close to your age.

—————

After getting off the bus and arriving to the field, the team slips on their gear and starts warming up. You find a seat on the bench, bundling up in your mom’s puffy jacket.

About an hour and a half later, Vlatko blows his whistle, signaling the official end of practice, but a bunch of the players remain on the field, either getting in some last minute shots or playing a fun game of 1v1 or 2v2.

“Hey, (Y/N/N)!” Lindsey yells from across the field, where her Emily and Mal are playing keep away. “Come join us.”

You glance over to your moms, silently asking for approval, to which they both give you a thumbs up and large grins, encouraging you to go play.

Getting up from the bench, you jog over to the group of younger players.

“So it’s gonna be me and you versus Sonny and Mal. Sound good?” The blonde midfielder asks you, passing the ball to your feet.

All you can do is nod, before Emily is quickly pressuring you, almost stealing the ball. Trying to remember a move you’ve seen Tobin do a million times before, you roll the ball out in front of you, baiting the blonde defender, and then quickly slip it through Sonnett’s legs, passing it to Lindsey.

“Wooooo!” Tobin cheers from behind you. “Nice move, kiddo!”

“You taught her well, babe,” Christen gushes to her girlfriend, bumping their shoulders.

For a second, all Emily can do is stand in disbelief. “I can’t believe you just megged me, (Y/N/N). How could you do that to me?” She gasps, feigning offense, as she puts her hand on her chest.

Rolling your eyes, you playfully shove the older woman. “Don’t be so dramatic, Sonny.”

As the four of you continue your game of keep away, you can’t help but love the way the ball feels at your feet and the way you have complete control over it. The control and freedom of the game feels nice, practically foreign.

Lindsey makes a pass to you, splitting the two defenders. Once you receive the ball, Emily is, once again, quickly on your back, but this time, as you hold the ball away from her, shielding it with your body, she can’t control her momentum and crashes into you.

You fall to the ground with a huff, feeling the wind knocked out of you, as you’re not really used to the physicality of soccer. Rolling over so you can sit up, you grimace. “Ouch.”

“Oh, come on, (Y/N/N),” Emily chuckles, as she moves to stand over you, holding out her arm to help you up. “That tackle wasn’t that hard, probably didn’t even hurt at all. Don’t be such a baby.”

The words ring in your head, triggering old memories of the man who called himself your father. ‘Don’t be such a baby,’ he’d say whenever you whined about something, even though that was to be expected of a five year old. ‘Don’t be such a baby,’ he’d say as he slapped or kicked you. ‘Don’t be such a baby,” he’d say when you told him about the bullies at school. ‘Don’t be such a baby,’ he’d say, and so you didn’t, at least you tried.

As you ground yourself back in the present moment, you to catch your breath, as you gasp for air. The rage ultimately consumes you, as your blinded by the pent up anger and resentment you held towards your father.

You abruptly push yourself up off the ground and get in Emily’s face. “Don’t talk to me like that!” You grit between your teeth.

“Woah, (Y/N).” Emily backs away from you, holding her hands up in innocence. “Calm down.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” You yell, pushing the other woman’s shoulders, causing her to stumble backwards.

“Alright, (Y/N/N).” Lindsey quickly moves in between the two of you. “You’re okay.” She tries to calm you down, but to no avail.

Tobin and Christen, hearing the commotion and your yelling, run over to you and gently but firmly grab you, pulling you away from the blonde defender.

“Come on, (Y/N),” Christen scolds. “We’re going back to the hotel. Now.”

The three of you make your way towards one of the team vans, your moms deciding it would be better than to ride back on the bus with the rest of the team.

During the ride back to the hotel, a tense silence hung in the air. You still hadn’t cooled off, your fists clenched and your knees bouncing. Though your mom was upset by your behavior, she couldn’t help but worry, stealing glances at you in the rear view mirror.

The elevator ride is much more of the same, no one daring to speak until you’re in the privacy of the hotel room. Even as you enter the room and take a seat on your bed across from your parents, you’re still silent, waiting for your moms to yell at you.

Tobin waits, her eyes darting between her daughter and her girlfriend, as she knows Christen is usually the disciplinary out of the two of them. Christen, herself, is choosing her words wisely, not wanting her frustration to boil over.

“(Y/N),” your mom begins her scolding. “That behavior is absolutely unacceptable! It’s one thing to be getting into fights at school, but here, at our workplace and with our teammates, that won’t be tolerated.”

You hang your head, as you fidget with your fingers, feeling ashamed and embarrassed.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, sweetie,” Christen gently directs. Lifting your head, you meet the looks of both your moms, and you can’t stop the guilt from bubbling in your chest.

“I’m sorry, moms,” you whisper. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you, or disappoint you.”

“Thank you for your apology.” Your moms move to seat on either side of you.

“We forgive you, kiddo.” Tobin says, taking your hand in hers. “But we’re worried about you. And until you talk to us and tell us what’s going on, we can’t help you and that’s all we want to do.”

You slightly shake your head in disbelief. “Why?”

“What?” Your ma furrows her brows, confused.

“Why do you wanna help me?” You say a little louder, getting frustrated by the thoughts in your own head. After having to fend for yourself for so long, the thought of depending on others was still difficult for you to accept.

“Because we care, (Y/N). We love you,” Christen cries, as her voice cracks, and she rubs your back soothingly.

“Well I don’t need your help!” You exclaim angrily, shaking off your moms hands, as you stand up from the bed to turn to face them.

At your outburst, Christen’s heart breaks with the weight of defeat. Taking a deep breath, trying to compose herself, her face hardens.

“Watch your tone when you speak to us,” your mom sternly states, her eyes telling you that she’s not messing around. “You’re going to stay in this room and finish your homework and study for your test. No TV, no phone, nothing but your school work. Got it?”

You nod, gulping down the knot in your throat, as tears burn your eyes.

“Hand over the phone, kiddo.” Tobin holds her hand out and gives you a sympathetic smile.

Reaching into your back pocket, you pull out your phone and and place it into your moms open hand.

“We’ll leave you to it.” Christen moves closer to you, before kissing your forehead. “We love you, (Y/N/N), and that’s why we’re doing this.”

All you can do is watch as your moms exit the room, Tobin grabbing the television remotes on her way out. Sighing, you plop down on the bed and run your hand through your hair.

For a second, you contemplate just taking a nap and not doing any of your work, but you knew if you did that, your moms would be even more upset, and you did’t want to test that.

So, you unwillingly sit down at the desk and pull out your laptop and notebooks, starting with your history homework.

—————

After about two hours, you’d completed all your homework and started reviewing for your biology test. It wasn’t that school was hard or that you had trouble understanding the material, it was just that you did’t like doing the monotonous work. You never really saw the point in doing homework if you already understood the concepts.

You check the clock and notice it’s 6 o’clock, almost dinner time. Sitting up straight, you stretch arch forward, stretching your back and lifting your arms.

You wonder what your moms wanted you to do for dinner, but seeing as you had no way to contact them, you decide just to quickly grab something from the team’s buffet and pray they don’t see you. However, you have a feeling they wouldn’t be too upset at you for not staying in the room if you were getting food, but you knew you’d pushed the envelope earlier, so you honestly didn’t know what to expect.

Quietly closing the door behind you, you quickly make your way down the hall towards the elevator. Just as you’re about to turn the corner, you hear your mom’s voice.

“I just don’t know what to do. I mean she’s never really opened up to us that much, but she’s never resorted to violence.”

Immediately you press yourself against the wall, hiding yourself but also so you can hear what they’re gonna say.

“Well, I don’t know if you can keep bringing her to camp anymore, especially if she’s gonna act like that.” You hear Megan’s voice echo in the hallway, and you feel a pit form in your stomach.

“Hey,” Tobin protests, coming to your defense. “(Y/N)’s a good kid. I think she’s just been through some stuff, but I think she enjoys coming to camp and hanging out with the team, even maybe playing soccer.”

You fondly smile, hearing your ma defend you to her good friend, even when you weren’t there.

“I think I’m gonna run up some dinner to her after we eat,” Christen says, worry evident in her voice. “I may have been too harsh on her.”

“Babe, it’s a tough situation, but I think you handled it very well,” Tobin tries to ease her girlfriend’s concerns.

“Hey, why don’t I bring her her dinner and maybe talk to her a little?” Ashlyn offers. “I mean I just thought I might be able to get through to her, maybe even share some of my own experiences with her.”

“That’d be great, Ash, thanks.” You see your mom, but you can hear the smile in her voice.

You don’t hear the rest of the conversation, as you turn around and quickly make your way back to your room, now that you know Ash is bringing you some food.

—————

It was about an hour later when you hear a knock on the door. “Hey, (Y/N), it’s Ashlyn. I brought you some dinner.”

Getting up from the desk, you go to open the door, revealing the blonde goalkeeper holding a plate of food. “Hey, Ash. Thanks for the food.”

“Can I come in?”

You bite your lip, weighing your options. “Yeah, sure.” Opening the door wider, you move to let her in.

Following her into the room, you place your plate on the desk, after moving your work to the side. You sit down to start eating, when you notice that Ashlyn is still watching you from the end of your bed.

“Ummm,” you mumble awkwardly. “Was there something you wanna talk about?” You ask, even though you already had a good idea as to where this conversation was heading.

Ash takes a deep breath before talking. “Look, (Y/N), I’m just gonna be straight up with you. I know about the fight you had at school, and I saw what happened at dinner last night, and I saw the almost fight you had with Sonnett today at practice. And I know that you’re not that kid, because I’ve heard what your moms have had to say about you.

“But I also know that this aggression, this anger, that you have, it’s not healthy. I don’t know if it’s some pent up shit or if it’s something you’re going through currently, but whatever it is that’s bothering you, it’s not gonna go away if you keep it to yourself.

“And honestly, I should know because I’ve dealt with some tough shit that life’s dealt me, but you know what? I didn’t get through that alone, and neither will you. But luckily, you have two amazing and supportive moms that are there for you, and will support and love you, but only if you let them. You even have all of us because this team is a family, and so now you’re part of that.

“So basically, I’m just here if you wanted to talk. It doesn’t even have to be about school or what’s been happening. Could be about anything: your favorite food, the stupid biology test I heard you’ve been studying for, Tobin’s weird obsession with using the same three emojis, Christen’s morning routine, whatever you want, I’m here.”

During Ashlyn’s speech, a whirl of emotions circulate your body, but most of all, you feel warm. You feel warm knowing you have people in your corner rooting for you, something you weren’t entirely familiar with before.

Almost as if the older woman’s words had knocked down a damn, your eyes flood with tears, sobs wrecking your body.

“I just— I’ve never had anybody who— They were always so mean— I could never say anything— I didn’t want—,” you gasp, struggling to breath with the intensity of your crying.

“Shhhhh, it’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay. Everything’s gonna be okay,” Ash coos, as she wraps her arms around you, allowing you to cry into her chest.

After a couple of minutes, after your tears have subsided and your breathing’s evened out, you sniffle, pulling out of the goalie’s embrace.

“I didn’t really have the best childhood growing up with my biological family, you know, before Tobin and Christen,” you begin to explain the shortened and simplified version of your story.

“My parents weren’t the best, actually they were the worst,” you say with a chuckle, knowing that was an understatement. “The kids at school, Emily at the dinner table and at practice, it’s all just a trigger, reminding me of things my parents used to do and say. I guess, when I was younger, I never really processed what happened, so now, I just react with all this anger that I have for my parents.”

“(Y/N).” Ashlyn squeezes your shoulder. “Thank you for sharing that with me. I really think that if you talked to Tobin and Christen and opened up to them, even if it’s just what they told me, they’d still love you and support you.”

“Really?” You ask, uncertain.

“Mhmm,” she hums. “As much as it would calm their worrying, and you know how much Chris can worry sometimes,” the two of you share a laugh at that, “I think that this is something you need as well: to have parents in your life who will actually be parents for you, who will guide you, support you, love and care for you, tell you when you’re being stupid, give you advice, let you make bad decisions because that’s how you’ll learn, let you be your true self. I think, deep down, that that’s something you truly want.”

You follow her words and nod. “Yeah,” you sigh. “I do want that.”

Ashlyn gives you a soft smile, as she stands up from the bed. “How about I go get your moms and you guys can talk?”

“That’d be great,” you agree. Just as Ash’s about to leave, you call out to her, “And Ash?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.” You give her a sincere smile, trying to convey your gratitude.

Ashlyn just nod with a grin, receiving your message, before leaving the room and shutting the door behind her.

—————

After Ash left, you started to pace around the room, nerves fluttering in your stomach, as you were mentally rehearsing what you were gonna say to your moms.

About ten minutes later, a knock on the door interrupts your thoughts. “Sweetie,” you hear Christen’s muffled voice. “Can we come in?”

“Yeah,” you call back, resuming your pacing, as the two women enter the room.

“Hey, kiddo.” Tobin approaches you. “Ash said you wanted to talk to us?”

“Yeah.” You take a deep breath and shake your hands, ridding yourself of the nerves. As you sit down on the bed, both of your moms take a seat opposite you on the other bed.

“I just wanted to explain some stuff to you guys, tell you my story or whatever, you know, all that jazz,” you stammered awkwardly.

“(Y/N/N), we don’t want you to feel pressured to tell us anything if you’re not ready,” Christen assures.

“No, I need to share this with you. I want to,” you insist, adamantly shaking your head.

“Okay, we’re here for you.” Tobin nods, giving you an encouraging smile.

You take another deep breath before diving into the story of your life. “As you obviously know, my biological parents weren’t really fit for raising a child, which is why you adopted me, but you already knew that.”

You run your hands through your hair, as this was proving to be more difficult than you thought. But looking at the warm and understanding eyes of your moms, you push through.

“My parents, especially my father, were abusive, both verbally and physically. It started as early as I can remember. They would always be calling me names and insulting me if I didn’t do things correctly, even for the tiniest mistakes like leaving the toothpaste on the counter.

“Growing up with that and hearing it everyday, I started to believe it. I thought I was useless and stupid, a no good child, those words ingrained in my mind. But I was taught not to show any emotions. ‘Don’t be such a baby’ is what they’d always say to me.

“So, I learned to hide it all, even if that meant keeping it all to myself. I guess that’s why I’ve been acting out recently; it’s all bubbling over, exploding out of me.”

You quickly glance at your moms, scanning their faces for any hints of disgust or anger, but all you can see is empathy and sadness.

“I didn’t tell you this, but I guess I should’ve: the kids at school bully me, calling me names, insulting me, and sometimes even kicking me. Sometimes, they even talk about you two, why you’re together or why you would adopt someone like me.

“At dinner yesterday, Emily just kept pushing me to talk, which I’ve never really encountered before, and I was really uncomfortable, so I just snapped. And at training, she said ‘don’t be such a baby’ after she’d tackled me, and those words triggered all those memories of my father, and all that anger and hatred I have for him just came out.

Hanging your head, tears falling down your cheeks, you bite your trembling lip. “I know that doesn’t excuse my behavior, and I accept my punishments, but I just thought you should know my past, especially because your my moms and I’m your daughter.”

Through the blur of the pools in your eyes, you see your moms giving you a sad, fond smile.

Sniffling, you choke back a sob. “I’m sorry I’m not the perfect daughter you guys wanted, but I love you, moms.”

Tobin and Christen immediately move to either side of you, wrapping you up in their arms and rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“Oh, (Y/N/N),” Christen whispers, kissing your temple. “Sweetie, will you look at me.”

Lifting your head from the crook of her neck, you meet her teary eyes.

“(Y/N), we don’t want a perfect daughter. We want you, every single part of you, even the most scarred and damaged parts of you, because you know what?” She brushes loose hair out of your face.

“Hmm?”

“All those parts of you are what make you you. (Y/N), you are an incredibly intelligent, kind, caring, and beautiful soul, even with all your scars.”

“Don’t forget talented!” Tobin chirps from next to you. “I saw that nutmeg earlier today.” She smirks, as she gives you a knowing look, causing you all to share a wet chuckle.

“Thanks, moms.” You lean your head against Tobin’s shoulder and hold Christen’s hand, giving it a tight squeeze. “I’m so grateful for you, moms. I love you guys.”

“We love you, too, kiddo.” Your ma leans down to kiss the top of your head, as Christen lovingly snuggles against your side, humming in agreement.

“And just know that if you ever need to talk to anybody or just need a shoulder to lean or cry on, we’re always here for you.”

You nod against her shoulder and close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of contentment and warmth, the feeling of home that you found between the love of your moms.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #preath x reader #preath x daughter!reader #uswnt #tobin heath #christen press #preath

[gamergirl929]

Teenage Heartbreak (Christen Press x Reader)

When Harper, your teenager daughter, comes home in tears, you decide to be her shoulder to cry on, which leads to a conversation about love, and how you found your wife, and Harper’s mother, Christen Press.

The sound of screeching tires makes your brows furrow, you and Christen sharing a glance, the movie before you completely forgotten as the front door swings open, revealing your disheveled, and red rimmed eyed teenage daughter, Harper.  

“Honey what’s-

Before Christen can even finish her sentence Harper is making a beeline upstairs, leaving the two of you completely and utterly confused.  

“Let me go talk to her.” Christen says sadly as she prepares to move from where she’d be lying between your legs, her back against your chest.  

“Wait.” You wrap your arms around her, holding her in place.  

“What are you-

“Give her a second, if we bombard her, she’ll just withdraw.” You whisper as you rest your chin on her shoulder before you turn your head to kiss her cheek.  

You wait, reluctantly, for a few minutes, you, yourself wanting to rush upstairs to see what had hurt your daughter so much.  

It’s when you hear a soft sniffle from upstairs that you give Christen a squeeze.  

“Let me talk to her.” You whisper and Christen’s brows arch.  

You were a hands-on parent, yes, but Christen was typically the one Harper would go to for relationship advice, or for personal questions.

Though she knew if she needed you, you were there.

"Are you sure?” Christen asks, and you nod.  

“I’m sure.”  

You press a kiss to your wife’s lips, the retired soccer player watching as you make your way upstairs towards your daughter’s room, instead of entering though, you choose to take a seat in front of her door, your back against the wooden barrier.  

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask, frowning at the soft sniffles coming from behind the door.  

“No.” Harper croaks and you shake your head.  

“Well, I’ll be here. I’m not going anywhere.”  

She again falls silent, the soft sniffles from the room the only sign that there’s life beyond the door behind you.  

The sound of your daughter shifting makes your heart lighten in your chest, considering by the sound of it, she’s moving closer.  

You feel when she leans back against the door behind you, a small smile stretching across your face.  

You remain silent, waiting for her to find her voice, it takes a bit, but eventually, she finds it.  

“He cheated on me, he broke up with me for her.”  

You frown, your upper lip twitching in anger.  

You’d never been a fan of her boyfriend, his attitude towards your daughter rubbed you the wrong way, now you wanted nothing more than to pummel him into the ground.

“I thought he loved me.”  

You sigh sadly.

“Trust me Harper, you’ll know exactly what love is eventually, you’ll see someone and everything will fall into place, this bump in the road will make sense and you’ll wonder why you ever were with someone like him in the first place. You’ll feel whole.”

Your daughter sniffles wiping her tears with her sleeve.

“Is that what it was like with mom?”  

You snort.  

“Your mother hit me in the face with a soccer ball and broke my nose.”  

Your daughter barks out a laugh, the girl’s laughter a welcoming sound, even if it’s over one of the most embarrassing moments in your life.  

“Yeah, laugh it up.” You snort as you cross your arms across your chest, the girl behind the door giggling.  

“What happened after?” She asks in between giggles and you shake your head.

“It was during a game, so she helped me off the field, and took care of me when she was subbed off.”  

Harper snorts.  

“And?”

You smile.  

“I really looked at her, looked at the way her eyes shined when she smiled and I knew she was the one for me.”

Harper pulls you out of your daze with a retching sound.  

You snort.  

“Shut up, if it wasn’t for that, you wouldn’t even be here.”  

The two of you fall silent for a moment before the door is pulled open, causing you to fall inside, your eyes narrowed as you glare up at your daughter.  

“Thanks for that.”  

Harper grins.  

“You’re welcome.”  

You sit up with a grimace.  

“You’ll have to help me up, you hurt my back.” You groan as Harper pulls you to your feet.  

“I’m not as young as I once was.”  

Harper rolls her eyes.  

“You’re barely 40.”

You snort.  

“That’s being generous.”  

You look down at your daughter with a growing smile.

“So-

You’re suddenly cut off by the sound of your daughter’s ringing phone, the girl making her way across the room to fetch the vibrating device.

You sigh, leaning against her door’s frame.

You hoped that if it was her ex-boyfriend, she wouldn’t give him the time of day, but whatever her choice was, you’d support her nonetheless.

Suddenly, the phone goes silent, pulling you from your thoughts.

You grin when your daughter turns the phone off entirely before she tosses it on her bed.

Harper flops onto her floor, her back resting against a nearby wall.

“Tell me more about how you and mom fell in love.”

You grin as you take a seat beside her.

“From the beginning?” You ask and she nods.

“From the beginning.”  

                                                             ***

That’s how Christen finds the two of you later that night, Harper smiling as you retell the tale of how you met her mother and fell in love.

Christen listens closely, her heart fluttering much like it had when the relationship between the two of you developed years ago, like it still fluttered when you smiled.

“Preath was a huge deal back then, so-

“Wait, what’s a Preath?” Harper asks and you snort, Christen slapping a hand over her mouth to keep from giggling.

“Your mom and Tobin’s ship name.”  

Harper’s eyes widen.  

“Wait really?”  

"Oh, and they shipped Alex and Chris too, Chrislex.”  

Harper glances away with a smirk.  

“I mean, I’d ship me and Alex.” She shrugs and you snort.  

“She’s married, and has two kids.”  

Harper shrugs.  

“I’m fine being a homewrecker, maybe they need a step mom.”

You turn to her with a malicious grin.  

“I‘m totally telling her next time we see her.”  

Harper visibly pales.  

“You wouldn’t dare.”

You shrug.  

“Oh offspring, I would dare.”  

Christen shakes her head as Harper lunges at you, the two of you wrestling playfully, the tears from before long forgot as the two of you tussle.  

Christen’s smile widens as you pull Harper into a headlock, your knuckles digging into the top of her head.  

“I bet you were totally jealous of mom and all her ships.”  

Your eyes narrow.  

“I was not.”  

Harper wiggles free of your grasp, the girl giving you a nudge.  

“You totally were, weren’t you?”  

Christen clears her throat, making her presence known.  

“She totally was.”  

You cross your arms across your chest, your bottom lip jutted out.  

“Way to gang up on me.”  

Harper giggles, missing the glance you and Christen share, the two of you happy that her ex-boyfriend is the furthest thing from her mind., and that was all thanks to you.  

#uswnt #uswnt x reader #christen press x reader #christen press imagine

[13uswntimagines]

Secret Santa (Alex Morgan x Reader)

Reader is in the military and surprises her wife and daughter (with a little help from Preath). Merry Christmas from @literaryhedgehog and Me!!!

“Little bit still hasn’t told you what she wants for Christmas yet?” Kelley asked, munching on some pretzels and hummus.  

Alex rolled her eyes sliding into a seat next to her. “No, she utterly convinced that it won’t come true if she tells anyone but Santa.” 

“Didn't she write a letter? Why didn’t you just take a peek?” Tobin interjected, sitting on Kelley’s other side. Her fiancé had been so excited to have her niece for the day. 

“She mailed it to god knows where with Christen before I could,” Alex sighed, shaking her head. She had been fine with the whole mailing letters thing (actually watching your four-year old try to write out something heartfelt in blue crayon was kinda adorable), but then Camren had insisted on mailing it herself. Alex felt a little bad for the person in Antarctica who was getting the random letter. 

“Damn,” Kelley huffed, blowing her cheeks out, trying to drum up ideas. 

“Yeah, apparently it’s a Press family tradition or whatever, and Chris did it because Y/n isn’t here to. If she was she at least could have curbed some of her enthusiasm long enough to take a picture of the letter.” Alex grumbled, chewing thoughtfully on a pretzel. Your big sister had been picking up a lot of slack while you were away with the SEALs, but it just wasn’t the same as having you there. 

“We hired a Santa, so just listen to whatever she tells him,” Tobin shrugged, a look that Alex didn’t recognize crossing her features. 

“And pray to god it gets here overnight,” Kelley snorted. Hopefully whatever Camren wanted could be found at a local Walmart. 

 *****

The holiday party was in full bustle. There were benefits to doing training in Florida, so while Camren still had her heart set on snow for christmas, the adults had strung the outdoor tent with string lights and decorated it with holly and mistletoe. Camren had promised to eat at least two bites of every food there -- even the healthy ones that looked weird (her words not Alex’s) -- before she ate too many of Emily’s double chocolate chunk brownies, and so Alex was feeling rather proud of herself. She and her daughter were both there, dressed up, and only 15 minutes late for the party-- not bad for single parenting skills. Maybe after Camren was done talking to Santa, Carlie or Lindsey could be persuaded to babysit for a bit so Alex could go introduce herself to that lovely bottle of merlot she saw hiding in the corner. 

Alex was surprised with how comfortable her daughter seemed on Santa’s lap. Camren was a bit nervous walking over, but it was nothing compared to her fear last year, when she had bawled until you eventually gave up and held her behind the poor man. Perhaps it had to do with how tenderly the poor suited person seemed to hold the small child, and the little glimmer in their eyes. . 

Santa’s eyes met Alex’s for a split second, and the sense of security the slight contact brought her was slightly alarming. They looked so familiar and sent warm tingles through her chest. 

“Did you get my letter?” The little girl asked, drawing the bearded one’s attention back to her. Alex bit her lip, there was no way this random stranger got the letter addressed to Rudolph at the North Pole. 

The Santa nodded, their features softening. “I did. It seems you were very concerned about your mama getting her gift?”

The little girl nodded rapidly. “How do you know where to take it, if she’s on top secret missions all da time?” Her brow furrowed, “what if she doesn’t have a chimney to hang her stocking on?”

“I just know. Remember I know if you’ve been good or bad, or if you move. I promise she’ll get everything she wants. Now back to you. What do you want for Christmas?” Santa tried to explain. 

The little girl thought for a moment, her finger tapping on her chin, before she leaned up to cup the person’s ear. She whispered a few words, leaned back to look the bearded person in the eye. The (very fake) white beard at the top of the red coat bobbed up and down in a nod, and Alex saw a sparkle in their eye as their lips twitched above it. 

“Well that’s quite the order.” 

“Pwease? Its not that tall, and It’s the only thing I really want,” Camren pouted, pulling the puppy dog eyes that never ceased to make her parents melt. This was important, and if she only got one real chance to talk to the person who could make it happen, she wanted them to know just how much she wanted it. 

“I’ll see what I can do,” the Santa said, nodding seriously and stroking the beard as Camren jumped up and ran back to Alex. 

“What did you ask for?” Alex whispered. Good grief, wasn’t the whole point of hiring a Santa to hear what the munchkin wanted?

“Can’t say. Want it to happen,” Camren whispered back, twirling slightly as she buried herself in the hem of her mom’s skirt. This was going to be the best Christmas ever. 

****

Alex smiled widely as the Santa pulled another wrapped present from the gaudy red bag. It was a nice spin on their usual tradition, and she just hoped Pino didn’t get her for a secret Santa. That woman forgot every year, and Alex’s name hadn’t come up yet and that bag looked suspiciously empty. No wait, there was one- nope, that was Beckey’s present from Alyssa. Maybe there was a gift card in there somewhere? Alex looked down at Camren, who despite practically nodding off in Sonnet’s arms an hour ago, had woken up during the secret santa exchange. She was now sitting on the ground playing with the toy horses, blind to her surroundings.

“Hey, um Kelley? Who was running the secret santa exchange again?” Alex whispered, grabbing her arm. “I think my person forgot to get me a present.”

“What?” Kelley, turned to her shocked. “I think maybe Tobin was in charge this year, we’ll ask her if someone wrote down who your person was.”

“Oh that’s not necessary,” Christen’s voice broke in. Alex and Kelley turned to look at her and Tobin, who were standing with a very confused Emily.  “I’m really sorry, we just didn’t get a chance to wrap your gift. You’ll get it at the end of the party.” 

“Isn’t it like against the rules for Christen to get Alex since they actually spend Christmas together every year?” Sonnett whined. If she couldn’t buy presents for Lindsey, and Sam couldn’t do it for Kristie then that totally wasn’t fair.Sister-in-law and fiance-of-sister-in-law definitely had an unfair advantage on the ”knowing what presents to buy” front. She had to buy Jullie’s gift, and had just settled on some tea-rex patterned socks and a starbucks gift card. 

Lindsey glared in her direction. “Can it disonny,” she wasn’t about to let her girlfriend mess up a surprise that had been 6 months in the making. 

“It’s fine Chris, you didn’t have to get me anything,” Alex smiled sadly. 

“I mean that would have been cruel since Camren has been campaigning pretty hard for your present,” Christen snorted. It was all your daughter could talk about. She had even harassed every Santa she saw while they went Christmas shopping, and wrote several letters (that she forwarded to you) about the issue. 

“She told you what she wants, and you didn’t tell me?” Alex asked exasperated. She had been fighting with your daughter for a month to know what she actually wanted. Why on earth would she tell her aunt but not her mom? She was going to have to have a conversation with Camren about how Santa had different rules from wishing on a star or a birthday candle. Namely that she should tell her mom what she wanted!

Christen shrugged, a smile pulling at her lips, though Alex didn’t know what she was so amused about. “Well, it was for you, so I get a pass,”

“I for one think that Christen’s present is totally on point, even if it’s wrapped in ugly, sweaty red velvet,” A new voice joined the conversation, just as arms wrapped snugly around Alex’s waist. 

Alex froze, her eyes going wide and her mouth opening and closing several times. 

You chucked from behind her, spinning her around so you were face to face for the first time in almost a year. 

“Hi love.”

“Holy shit,” Alex breathed. Her hands reached up to touch your cheeks, the sense of touch confirming what she couldn’t trust her eyes to see. 

“Surprise,” You mumbled, leaning in and finally connecting your lips. You sighed into the kiss, thoroughly enjoying the way they moved together, and the taste of your wife. She impatiently pulled down the beard when you paused to breathe, and your hands found her hips, pulling her closer, while her fingers tangled in that baby hairs at the base of your neck. “Let’s do that again,” you said, your breath fanning against her lips before she pulled you back in. You had an awful lot of time to make up for. 

“Why is mommy kissing Santa Claus,” Camren asked from somewhere below your feet. You were fairly certain you heard one of your wife’s teammates explaining in the background that Santa left a little while ago, and Mama had just dressed like him to surprise Mommy. You were a tad busy to explain anything right now.

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #alex morgan x reader #alex morgan imagine

[jessicaaatje]

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Pulling A Morgan

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Rewrite the stars/ this is me

LEGACIES

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The Hybrid

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STRANGER THINGS

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I would never hurt you

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[lholland14]

Can I make a preath x little reader fic. It’s preath final game for the uswnt and they still haven’t announced their relationship (surprise surprise 😂❤️) and at the end of the game they are given microphones to talk to fans etc and presented with jerseys all that jazz. Then before they walk out they call little reader onto the pitch and all the fans are in awe. Then that night they make a family insta post basically thanking everyone for the years and introducing their daughter ?????

LOL sure I could totally see that happening

[whatisthiswritingthing]

Hey dude I have a request feel free to ignore if you wish. Preath x little daughter reader where the trio is at camp. The youngies offer to take reader out for the day after much begging to Tobin and Christen who finally allow it. While they are out reader gets hurt in some way (can be serious or not) and basically the younger players try to find a way to tell preath and then lots of fluff between reader and preath 🤔

Yea I could something like that

[arination99]

Tobin Heath x daughter!reader

Having a parent that is a soccer star can be challenging for a kid, but not for me because my mom was at every game and school event. Even if she wasn’t she would send one of my Aunts to fill in for her and tell her what she missed.

Being the child of a soccer star, and having the world knowing about you it puts a lot of pressure on you to be like your mom and better. Especially in the world of sports, everyone wanted you to follow in your mom’s footsteps and play soccer, but your mom sat you down and let you know that you could play whatever sport you wanted and you loved that about her.

Once sports came into play you essentially started playing two sports because you always loved a challenge and that’s what came with playing two sports. Also with playing two sports, came double the responsibility, practices and whatever other challenge that came with playing two sports at a time.

—Skip to moments before the Basketball game—

“Are you nervous?” Mom asked while I was lacing up my shoes to get ready for the game that was to take place in less than an hour.

“Is it weird if I say I’m not?” I asked.

“It’s not. You have dealt with a lot more challenges than playing in a championship game.” Aunt Christen said —who in my opinon should become my mama, but that’s another story—.

—Championship game—

Everyone knew how much this game meant to not just me, to the team, the school, this town, and the state. This would be the first championship that the school had won in over 5 years. Every year they would just fall short of getting to the championship, but not this year and not if (Y/N) Heath has anything to do with it.

——

We are now in the last minute of the game and a foul that I have never seen or witnessed had been done, an opponent from the other team pulled on my ponytail. As soon as she pulled it our fans went crazy, but all I heard was my mom’s screaming at the referee to call something, but sadly she didn’t. That was the extra push we needed in the final stretch of this game.

—30 seconds—

We are down by two and I have the ball dribbling up the court while watching the time slowly dwindling. Looking for either an opening to the basket or an open teammate, the shot clock showed we had 15 seconds to get rid of the ball or we would face a shot clock violation and our chances for that championship are as good as gone. Thankfully I saw the opening I needed and I knew they were gonna send a double my way no matter what. So as I’m driving to the basket I see out the corner of my eye a teammate is open in the corner for a three, so instead of settling for the basket I get an assist out of it and my team takes the lead.

All we can hope for now is a steal or two more points to have this out of there reach.

Once they inbound the ball, one of my teammates runs and steals it and passes it to me for an easy two as time expires, but as I come down from the layup an opponent pushes me while I am still in the air and she causes me to fall. But the way I fell caused nothing as we won the first championship for my school in basketball in 5 years.

After shaking hands with the opposing team and having the ceremony, my cheering squad has vanished from the gym, but I know where they are. As I am walking back to the locker room I get stopped by the US Women’s Olympic basketball teams coach asking if I would like to play with them.

“I would have to ask my mom.” I said.

“That’s alright, here is my card and call me when you are ready and nice win.” She said. I thanked her and walked a little bit further and got stopped again by someone I wasn’t expecting, Coach K.

“Hey (Y/N) good game out there.” Coach K said.

“Thank you coach that means a lot coming from you.”

“No problem, I know you are in the 10th grade, but how would you on behalf of the women’s basketball organization and the women’s coach at Duke,like to come and play with the team for a day?” Coach asked.

“That is an amazing opportunity, I would just have to ask my mom first that’s all.”

“I understand, take my card and give me a call ok.”

“Thanks again coach.”

—locker room—

As soon as I walked into the locker room I was sprayed with water as if I was drenched in enough liquid. But in all that I was given hugs and told congratulations. The person I was looking for was in front of my cubby with a huge smile on her face and arms waiting for me.

“I’m extremely proud of you.” Mom told me with tears in her eyes.

“Thanks mom.”

“I have two announcements to make.” I said grabbing everyone’s attention. “The first thing is, I was invited to play basketball in the Olympics by the coach” I say and everyone starts cheering “that’s not all. I was also offered to play with the ladies basketball team at Duke for a day by Coach K on behalf of the women’s coach.” After saying the last part mom hugged me and everyone else surrounded that hug.

“I’m sooo proud of you.” Mom whispered in my ear.

———

On the way home mom said Aunt Christen was coming over to hangout and I was fine with that because I love Aunt Christen.

While we were waiting for Aunt Christen I told mom I wanted Aunt Christen as my mama and she wanted my approval before she did anything.

—1 1/2 years later—

Hi and before you ask, yes, I am still playing two sports. Yes, mom and mama are still together. Yes, it is time for me to pick where I wanna further my education and athletic career. But throughout this entire process, I love challenges and I love what they bring.

I know it’s just Tobin, but it’s a flash of Preath at the end.

This imagine was also inspired by the Gif above.

Hope you like it, sorry if it was 🗑.

Ari❤️

#tobin heath #christen press #uswnt imagines #nwsl #preath #preath!daughter

[4stars-uswnt]

Stuck with the Best Moms [Preath x Daughter!Reader]

requested by anon: Heyy! Love your writing! Could you do one where R is Preath teen daughter? And how they are doing during quarantine?

A/N: i tried to get this done when they announced their moved to man united but oh well better late than never

“Ma! I’m bored.” You whine.

Tobin chuckles at your position on the couch, as you’re upside down, head hanging off the edge.

“What are you complaining about?” Christen calls, entering the room.

“Mom, there’s nothing to do!” You exasperate and move to sit up right. Your mom rolls her eyes, taking a seat next to you.

“(Y/N), you are 17 years old. Certainly, there’s something you can find that will entertain you.”

“But I wanna do something with you guys.” You huff. Christen and Tobin soften at that and exchange a silent conversation. During the lockdown, the two forwards had been quite busy with re-inc, leaving you to your own devices.

“Have you been feeling a little neglected, kiddo?” Tobin coos, moving to the other side of you.

Leaning your head on your ma’s shoulder, your cheeks flush. “No.” You mumble.

“(Y/N), you know you can tell us anything.” Christen takes your hands in hers.

“It’s just—— When we went into lockdown, I thought we’d finally get to spend some quality time together, but you guys have just been really busy with re-inc.” You spill.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Your mom asks, her eyebrows furrowed in concern. She knew that her and her wife’s schedules were always so busy with travel for both the national team and their respective clubs, leaving little time for all three of you to spend quality family time together.

“I didn’t want to bother you, and I know how important re-inc is to you guys.” You sigh. Because of how often either one or both of your parents were traveling, you were a very independent teenager. Therefore, you never really wanted to disturb your mothers, as you were very proud of their accomplishments both on and off the field.

“(Y/N), will you look at me?” Christen gently lifts your chin, causing you to look directly into your mom’s green orbs. “Yes, re-inc is important to us, but you are a thousand times more important to us.” She emphasizes, as Tobin nods along in agreement, rubbing your back.

“Chris is right.” Your ma adds. “And we are so sorry that we haven’t been making enough time to spend with you.”

“It’s okay.” You give your mothers a soft smile.

“We love you, (Y/N).” Christen whispers, kissing your temple. “So much.”

Tobin wraps her arms around you, pulling you in a tight hug. “How bout this?” She starts. “I’ll try and see if I can get us into Providence later today, then we can go pick up some Gilda’s on the way home, and we can watch whatever movie you want tonight.”

Your eyes widen at your ma’s suggestion, as you nod your head excitedly. Although you were already getting call ups from the national youth team and scholarship offers from many D1 schools, you were always eager to get some touches on the field, and it didn’t hurt that two of the best forwards in the world were your parents.

“Alright then. Why don’t you get changed, while I make a call to Mark, and then we’ll walk over there.” Before Tobin could even finish, you were already rushing to your room, leaving your moms to chuckle at your enthusiasm.

—————

Upon arriving to the field, you immediately pull out a ball and start juggling. Before beginning their own warmup, Christen and Tobin stop to watch their daughter, their hearts bursting with pride for the young woman they’ve raised.

The three of you spend almost two hours at the training center. Tobin and Christen put you through a couple of drills and competitions and then all three of you play a little keep away.

“Did you just meg me?!” Tobin gasps, chasing after you.

“Don’t hurt me!” You scream, giggling, as you run away from your ma, who eventually catches up to you.

You pass the ball to Christen, before Tobin tackles you to the ground, tickling your sides.

“Stop! Stop! You win!” You pant, as you try to catch your breath, admitting defeat.

“That nutmeg wasn’t very nice, kiddo.” Tobin playfully scolds.

“You were the one who taught me that!” You tease your mother, who throws her head back with a laugh.

“Alright you two.” Christen approaches with an ear-splitting grin across her face. “Let’s go get some food.” She helps the two of you up, as you pack up the balls and head over to Gilda’s.

—————

Entering the apartment, takeout in hand, you place the food on the counter, ready to dig in.

“Ah, ah ah.” Christen grabs your wrist, stopping you from opening the container. “You go shower. We’ll dish out the food and set the table.”

“But—” You protest.

“Go! You stink.” Your mom insists, sticking her tongue out at you. Pouting, you reluctantly head to your bathroom.

Once you’ve cleansed yourself off and changed into a re-inc crewneck and a pair of bike shorts, you reenter the kitchen, smiling at the sight in front of you. Tobin was finishing setting the table, whistling along to the soft hum folklore in the background, while Christen was bringing the plates of food the counter, humming to the music. You wanted to cherish these small moments with your parents, not only because of how rare they were, but also because you would be heading off to college soon.

“Kiddo!” Tobin beams, noticing your presence. “C’mon let’s eat.”

Taking your seat at the counter, you dish out everyone’s food. A couple of bites in, you let out a moan of satisfaction.

“Ugh. This is delicious.” You shove another mouthful of pasta into your mouth.

Both of your mothers share a light-hearted chuckle. “I take it you like it, love?” Christen smirks, as you nod enthusiastically, your mouth too full of food to respond.

“So, kid, anymore offers?” Tobin casually brings up, receiving a warning glare from her wife. College had been a delicate topic the past couple of months, as you were having a difficult time choosing a school that met your needs both athletically and academically, causing you a great deal of stress.

You gulp down your food. “Ummm. Yeah. I got some calls from Duke, Portland, Cal, and Washington. And USC, Stanford, UCLA, and UNC called again, wanting me to meet the rest of the team.” You mutter, fidgeting with your hands.

Tobin bounces in her seat like an excited child, going to ask you more questions. But before she can speak, Christen shoots her another glare, effectively silencing her.

“That’s exciting, dear. You excited for the Premier League to start?” Your mother smiles, before changing the subject, knowing you didn’t particularly like talking about college. Christen herself was not particularly fond of the subject either, not ready for her baby to leave her. Although, you wouldn’t be that far, considering you’d most likely be called up to the national team pretty soon.

As dinner progresses, you and your mothers catch up, discussing recent events, soccer, and even a little gossip. Tobin eventually does coax the college conversation out of you, resulting in your moms having a mini argument over Stanford versus UNC.

As you finish up dinner and clear the table, Tobin starts making some popcorn for your movie night.

“What do you wanna watch, love? It’s your choice.” Christen asks, turning on the TV and grabbing a couple of blankets.

“Can we watch Clueless?” You give her a cheeky grin, knowing your mom didn’t particularly like the chick flick.

“Of course.” Christen sighs, playfully rolling her eyes, as she kisses your forehead.

“What’re we watching?” Tobin plops down next to, popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth.

“Clueless.” You grin, as your ma throws her head back, groaning.

“Again?”

“You did say it was my choice.” You sing.

“I guess I did say that.” Tobin grumbles, snuggling into your side, Christen doing the same, so you’re sandwiched between the two women.

“Good, because it’s starting so shh.” You stuff your mouth with a handful of popcorn.

—————

Towards the end of the movie, you find your eyes slowly drooping. You move to lay down across your moms, your head in Christen’s lap, your feet across Tobin’s.

“You tired, sweetie?” Christen runs her hand through your hair.

“A little.” You mumble.

“Yeah, you played pretty hard today, kiddo.” Tobin massages your calfs.

Turning around, you look up at your parents. “Can we do something tomorrow?” You sheepishly ask. “I mean, like it doesn’t have to be as time consuming as what we did today, but maybe a game or just like sitting down for a cup of coffee.” You elaborate.

The two older women feel their hearts melt, wanting nothing more than to spend time with their daughter.

“Of course, (Y/N/N).” Tobin squeeze your leg.

“We would love that.” Christen adds, placing a kiss to your hair.

“Awesome.” You beam and turn back to face the television.

As the credits start to roll, you stretch.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed.” You yawn.

“Alright, good night, kiddo.”

“Good night, baby.”

Getting up from the couch, you give Tobin a hug and kiss Christen’s cheek. “Thanks for today, moms. I had a great day.”

“See, it’s pretty awesome being stuck inside with your parents, eh?” Tobin smirks.

“Uh, I wouldn’t go that far.” You call back to her, biting back a smile, as you make your way to your bedroom.

Although being stuck in lockdown was extremely boring, you had to admit that you had the best moms, and yeah, it was pretty awesome.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #preath x reader #preath x daughter!reader #uswnt #tobin heath #christen press #preath

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Sky High (Preath x Daughter!Reader)

Anonymous Request: one where preaths teenage daughter has to travel with them to camps and one night she sneaks away and meets up with some friends and comes back to the hotel high as a kite and the team has to take care of her? and the momma bear preath? please and thank you🥺 love your writings btw

“You realize they’re all going to kill you right?” Your best friend coughed as she handed you the rolled up piece of paper and you smirk, bringing it to your lips.  

“I’ll be fine...” You take a puff from the joint, coughing.  

“How are they going to find out anyway?”

                                                         ***

You rub the back of your neck as you wander back into the hotel, taking a bite out of the massive hamburger you’d gotten from the diner down the street.

Your blood shot orbs wide when you see literally, everyone of your mother’s teammates standing in the hotel lobby.  

“Oh fuck.” You mumble through your mouthful of food, which must’ve been louder than you thought because everyone abruptly turns your way, their eyes narrowing.  

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?” You hear a shout and you wince, cringing when you see the look on your parent's faces.  

You look at Tobin pleadingly and she shakes her head, holding her hands up.  

“I’m just as unhappy with you kid.” She sighs and you glance away, taking another bite of your hamburger.  

“I was...” You point at the hamburger. “Ju-Just getting some food.” You glance away and Christen scoffs.  

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, you are the worst liar on the planet!”  

You hadn’t realized that the others have made their way closer until Kelley, Ashlyn and Megan hum.  

“I know that look...” Kelley mumbles and you turn to her, eyes wide.

You bite your bottom lip as Ashlyn strokes her chin.  

“Have you been smoking the reefer kid?” The goalie asks and you snort, loudly, erupting into a fit of giggles.  

“No! Of course not, that’s...” You glance away, scoffing and snickering, that is until your bloodshot eyes lock with Christen’s.

“Chris...” Tobin whispers, putting her hands on her wife’s shoulders and Christen snarls.  

“YOU HAD US WORRIED SICK! AND YOU GO OUT TO GET HIGH!?” Christen yells and you swallow hard, but take a bite of your burger nonetheless.  

Sonnett leans towards you, whispering under her breath.

“I’d tell you to run, but Christen would catch you and beat that ass.”  

You shuffle backwards, away from your snarling mother who’s being held back by your other mother back, her hands on her shoulder’s as she whispers in Christen’s ear.  

“You’re fucked little Press-Heath.” Lindsey face palms and you swallow hard.  

“Tobin, I WILL NOT CALM DOWN.” She yells at the forward who shrinks away and you shake your head.  

“Don’t yell at her, I’m the one who did something wrong.” You pout, shuffling nervously from foot to foot.  

Christen’s green orbs narrow.  

“You’re right, you’re the one who snuck out, who did you even get high with!?” She throws her arms up and you hang your head in shame.  

“Just some friends.”  

“WHAT FRIENDS!?” She yells and you wince.  

“Hang on...” Kelley moves to stand beside you, a hand on your shoulder.  

“Yeah, what she did was stupid, but if I remember correctly...” Kelley’s brow arches, narrowed green orbs belonging to your mother burning holes in the defender.  

Kelley swallows hard.  

“At the risk of my murder, I’ve gotta stand up for little Press-Heath... I’ve gotten high before.” Kelley shrugs and everyone turns to her, their eyes wide.  

Christen’s eyes narrow.  

“Kelley...” She growls, but the defender shakes her head.  

“And you were there, getting high WITH me.” She points at your mom and your mouth flies open.  

“NO SHIT!?” You yell and your mom’s both yell.  

“LANGUAGE.”  

You nod, shoulders hunched.  

“Sorry...” You mutter.  

Kelley pats the top of your head.  

“If you want me to help, quiet your munchy brain.” She ruffles your hair and you grumble.  

“Okay...” You whisper and Kelley smiles.  

“The point is, we’ve all done stupid things Pressy, even you, but we learned from it and I’m sure Y/N has too, because you look like you literally want to murder her even though there are witnesses.”  

You glance up at your mom, your bottom lip jutted out in a pout, the woman’s green orbs softening.  

“I don’t want to murder her... I’m just, disappointed.”  

You hang your head in shame.  

“I’m sorry mom...” You mumble, staring at your shuffling feet.  

Tobin gives Christen a pat on the back before moving towards you, her arms wrapping tightly around you, Christen of course is soon to follow.  

“I’m sorry...” You mumble, Tobin shushing you as she kisses your temple.  

“We still have to discuss your punishment, but for now, we’ll take care of you.” Christen runs her fingers though your hair and you smile.  

“Thanks mom.” You whisper, the woman leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead.  

“Come on little Press-Heath, let’s get you upstairs.” Megan ruffles your hair and you grumble.  

“Can we get a snack first? I’m starving.”  

Christen pinches the bridge of her nose, shaking her head, whereas Tobin just rolls her eyes.  

“What are we going to do with her?” Christen mutters and Tobin shrugs.  

“She’s a teenager, so just, learn as we go?” She snickers and Christen sighs, wrapping her arms around Tobin’s neck and pressing a kiss to her lips.  

“Learn as we go.”  

                                                         ***

“What was mom like when she was high?” You ask, shoving another handful of Doritos in your mouth.  

Your mother’s teammates, your aunts, had went a little overboard in the snack shop, buying you a literal shit load of snacks that you were currently tearing through like a starving animal.

“She kept giggling, about everything.” Kelley rolls her eyes and Christen scoffs, swiping one of your Doritos.  

“I did not.”  

“You saw a spot on the carpet and thought it was the funniest thing in the world.” Kelley rolls her eyes and you throw your head back with a laugh, literally choking on your Doritos.  

Tobin smacks your back until you clear your throat.  

“Thanks mom.” You grin, the forward shaking her head as she wraps her arms around you.  

“Anytime hun.”  

“You know...” Ashlyn hums, her eyes darting between you and Tobin.  

“What?” Tobin asks, brows furrowed and Ashyln grins.  

“Little Press-Heath smoked the Devil’s Lettuce and she STILL didn’t even get remotely close to Tobin Heath level of Zen.” The goalie snickers and you snort.  

“I don’t think that level is obtainable.”  

Megan nods, as does Alex who leans heavily on Kelley as she munches on a cookie.  

“It’s the level of Zen all stoners dream of.” She snickers through a mouthful of cookies and you cackle, your teammates all following suit as Tobin grumbles, pouting.  

Julie shakes her head.  

“No, no, the level of Zen all stoners dream of, is Shaggy from Scooby Doo.” She laughs, as does everyone else.  

“Yeah, he was ALWAYS stoned.” Mallory giggles.  

You shuffle around until you’re leaning against both of your parents, Christen and Tobin both smiling.  

“I love you guys.”  

Tobin grins, as does Christen.  

“We love you too.”  

You hum tiredly, letting out a yawn.  

Christen clears her throat.

“But you’re still grounded for 2 weeks.”  

“Fuck.” You mumble, hearing a growl.  

“3 weeks.”  

“Okay, sorry, sorry, it’s the devil’s lettuce’s fault.”  

Tobin rolls her eyes.  

“Shut up and go to sleep Y/N.”  

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #preath x reader #tobin heath x reader #christen press x reader

[4stars-uswnt]

More preath with daughter!reader?

Something a little angsty where the reader came from a toxic home and can’t communicate her feelings very well with them and they’re worried about her a lot. And she finally feels safe enough to tell them she’s not been doing well mentally and they comfort her.

I love your writing keep up the amazing work 💕💕

just posted this! thanks for being so patient and thank you for the kind words:))

https://4stars-uswnt.tumblr.com/post/639221325531152384/a-shoulder-to-lean-on-preath-x-daughterreader

#anon

[4stars-uswnt]

Can you continue the Preath-Daughter stories!💜

For sure! At the moment, I don’t have any requests for preath x daughter!reader, so if you have ideas, send ‘em my way!

#anon