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agentmaxa · 9 months

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Late to the Game (Uswnt x Reader)

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"Kelley I swear if you don't-

"Sorry Y/n, I can't hear you from all the way down there."

Kelley teased the youngest player of the national team by resting herself on Y/n while propping herself up.

The 17-year-old let out a huff, as the teammates around them laughed at Kelley's antics. Only a handful of them had seen the look in Y/n's eyes that told them this was about to take a turn.

Taking a large step to the side Y/n caused Kelley to fight gravity which was a losing battle.

O'Hara basically face-planted it on the turf and everyone burst out laughing.

Y/n chucked along as Kelley got up.

"You think that's funny?" Kelley teased.

Y/n replied, "Absolutely hilarious."

Causing O'Hara to purse Y/n while shouting, "Get back here shortstack!"

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Y/n went to get a ball from off the sidelines, picking it up in hopes of doing a few tricks to pass the time during a small break in practice.

Until O'Hara bumped into Y/n by accident. "Oh, sorry L/n-"

"It's fine-"

"Guess I just didn't see you from all the way down there."

"It's one freaking inch," Y/n said exasperated, over the fact that Kelley kept pointing it out.

Kelley chucked to herself, "That's what she said."

On any other day, Y/n would have found that humorous as well.

But not today.

"That's it!"

Y/n tackled Kelley to the ground, putting her in a headlock, and attempting to give Kelley a noogie.

They tossed with each other for a few minutes gaining the attention of most of the team.

"Hey look, they're starting a new line of mini WWE Wrestlers for the national team."

Sam and Sonnett joked as they saw Y/n and O'Hara's roughhousing had turned into a little bit of a wrestling match.

Unfortunately, for them, Kelley and Y/n had also heard the comment.

Partially out of breath, Y/n looked at Kelley, "Truce?"

"Truce."

The two grinned and Sonnett and Sam soon realized their mistake.

"Nonononon- wait!"

Nothing was stopping Kelley as she tackled Sonnett to the ground while Y/n pursued Sam.

Chasing her, Y/n gained enough speed to leap onto Sam's back dragging her down to the ground the two laughing as they stayed there for a little.

Only interrupted by the whistle calling the whole team to circle up.

Y/n and Sam got up but saw Kelley had sat on Sonnett's back keeping the woman down.

"O'Hara, I'm warning you."

"I'd like to see you- AAAHH!"

Kelley tried to grasp onto something but Sonnett managed to throw Kelley off and get up.

"How's it feel being down there for a change?" Y/n teased.

"Pretty nice actually, maybe move to the left a bit. You're not blocking the sun enough, mini."

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Getting ready to leave for the plane, Y was packing some final things.

"Ready to leave already squirt?"

Letting out a heavy sigh, Y/n turned to O'Hara.

"Almost."

"I'm still not sure how you're okay with this."

"Do I have a choice?"

Kelley shrugged her shoulders.

Y/n wasn't going to the World Cup. Reason being there were more players with more caps under them to choose from. Y/n had done the camps and games but just didn't make the cut.

"I mean I know it's not the worst thing possible for you but just saying you've proved your spot more than enough."

"Let's be real here Kels you just need me so you have a headrest."

"That too."

"Just don't lose too badly out there."

Kelley dawning a hurt expression, "I see how it is."

The woman took Y/n by surprise, taking them both down, and roughhousing ended in fits of laughter.

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Y/n was woken by the blaring alarm, "Nnnnooooo."

As tempting as the snooze button was Y/n knew being late wasn't an option.

Gathering some belonging and packed luggage Y/n heard a familiar voice from just beyond the bedroom door.

"Sweetheart you up?"

"Yeah, I'll be downstairs in a few Dad."

Getting everything ready, Y/n left a few things by the front door and headed into the kitchen to see Dad and Papa.

"Ready for another camp, sprout?"

"Yeah, although I do wish you'd stop calling me that. The sprouting has stopped in case you haven't noticed."

"And did I ever say anything when you called me Pop-pop?"

Y/n laughed, "I haven't called you that since I was like eight."

"Your point?"

Y/n let out a chuckle, "Okay Pop-pop. I need to get going, don't want to miss my flight."

"Wait, I packed you a small snack."

"Dad small or normal people small?"

Y/n teased Dad knowing sometimes he over-packed.

"Har-har. I just want you to have options."

"Love you too, old man." Y/n kissed his temple as he drank his coffee grabbing the bag that had the 'snack' in it.

Y/n looked down a little as Papa could kiss the top of Y/n's head.

Hurrying out of the house Y/n heard one of them say, "Call us when you land!"

"Always do!"

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Y/n walked into the hotel lobby, not seeing anyone else yet Y/n just checked in with the receptionist.

Heading up to the room, Y/n double-checked for any messages left by the team.

Hearing the elevator open to the room floor Y/n walked out and then did a final check on messages from anyone and saw one from Ash.

'Do you have a tall twin by chance?'

Not even replying Y/n looked to the elevator to see Ash and Ali already trying to figure out who just walked past them.

"Hey, guys."

"Bubs?!"

Ali and Ash both said the nickname they personally had for Y/n, shocked that this was the same person.

"A few inches taller but yeah."

Ash, without warning, ran towards Y/n, clinging to Y/n like a koala to a tree.

"No growing up anymore!"

Y/n lightheartedly chuckled, thinking about how Dad and Papa nearly had the same reaction when noticing the very late and sudden growth spurt.

"Don't worry, I think this is as tall as I go."

Y/n put Ash down. Ali was looking at Ash and Y/n with a smile, noticing Y/n must've only been an inch or two taller than Ash.

"It better be." Ash acknowledged that Y/n was the tallest out of the three.

"Alright, come here bubs." Y/n smiled at Ali, not used to leaning down while hugging the majority of the team.

"It's good to see you guys again."

"I didn't know Sam was here." The three heard Crystal's voice, the hug ending.

Y/n turned around, "Hey Dunn."

The woman just put a hand on her hip, "Well if this isn't a surprise."

"Believe me, I'm still getting used to it myself."

"I'm gonna miss my short buddy."

"I mean I'm pretty sure that just means I give better piggybacks."

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Giggling and laughter were heard through the hallway to the cafeteria.

Everyone turned to see who was making the commotion.

Suddenly Y/n came through the doorway with Dunn piggybacking. Both laughed at the situation.

Nearly every person froze. Not seeing Y/n since the last camp before the World Cup.

Dunn got off of Y/n's back, giving the young player a pat between the shoulder blades.

"Shortstack?!"

"Hey, Kels," Y/n said nervously as Kelley's jaw went slack.

"You're.... you're..."

"Tower of Power 2.o?"

As Kelley continued to fumble Sam walked up to Y/n, "Damn, yeah. Welcome to tall people club."

Sam smiled seeing Y/n was still around an inch shorter than her.

While everyone went back to what they were doing before the chaos, Sam and Y/n sat together with Kelley, Sonnett, and a few others.

"Hitting your head a lot?" Sam inquired.

"Not as much, mainly when I just don't think about it."

"Don't worry, you'll learn to auto-duck."

Y/n chuckled, "I think I'll just miss the lost bed space. My bed feels so small now."

Sam nodded in solace.

"The price we pay."

"Were you bitten by a radioactive spider?"

The whole table kind of froze and slowly turned to Kelley.

"Not that I recall?" Y/n answered a little confused

"I'll find out soon enough."

"You wanna tango with my extra muscle, O'Hara?"

While not the most notable change in Y/n, the growth spurt caused Y/n to eat more and in turn, needed to work off more food. It also meant more time in the gym to work out some muscles.

Kelley thinking Y/n just meant the height difference mumbled, "The bigger they are, the harder they fall."

Y/n shrugged the woman off.

"Well, none of that matters because now I get to ride all the grown-up rides!"

The enthusiasm caused the room to erupt in laughter.

#uswnt x reader #woso x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #woso imagine #woso imagines

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gamergirl929 · 3 months

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Going Under the Knife (Emily Sonnett x Kelley O'Hara x Reader)

You knew surgery was a big deal, which is why you'd did your best to hide it from your teammates, particularly Emily Sonnett and Kelley O'Hara, two women who were currently dating and two women you were desperately in love with. However, a single phone call draws them to the hospital, and to your bedside, where everything changes.

Your heart clenched roughly in your chest, your anxiety spiking as the IV punctured your skin, resting within a vein that would be used to lull you to sleep so the surgery could begin.

You knew your teammates would be livid when they realized you’d hidden your injury from them, but if there was one thing you didn’t like, it was to be fussed over.

You’d assured them time and time again that the slight limp you developed after a rough tackle during the World Cup was nothing to worry about, that the grimace on your face when you walked was nothing, and that the groan when you pulled your cleat off was in relief and not excruciating pain.

You stare at the white ceiling above you, glancing at the empty seat resting at your bedside.

You knew you should’ve told someone, anyone, that you were about to face a four-hour surgery, but again, you didn’t want to be fretted over.

Despite that, you knew you should’ve told THEM specifically, knowing that once they found out you were in the hospital and hadn’t told them, they would be far from happy.

Kelley O’Hara and Emily Sonnett had been dating for well over a year and considering this had been the first actual holiday they had together, you didn’t want to intrude on that.

Your heart again clenches in your chest, the surgery the furthest thing from your mind when you think about the couple.

It didn’t take long for feelings to develop between you and the couple, the light caresses, and the flirty retorts making you fall harder and harder for the pair.

No matter how hard you fell, you knew that they would never be interested in you, how could they when they already had each other?

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of a clearing throat, your eyes widening when you see your doctor standing before you, the man wearing blue scrubs.

“Are you ready Ms. Y/L/N?” He asks and you inhale deeply, your eyes fluttering shut as you nod reluctantly.

“I’m ready.”

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Alex Morgan rolled her eyes playfully as Servando chased her daughter around the living room, Charlie giggling wildly as he caught her, swinging her up into the air and kissing her face over and over again.

Alex’s brows furrow when her phone, which was resting on the counter begins to ring, the woman making her way across the room to pick it up.

She hums at the sight of the unknown number stretched across the screen, a number starting with, what she knew, was the area code for Seattle, Washington.

She clears her throat before answering, ducking into the kitchen to escape the noisy living room.

“Hello?” She asks.

“Is this Alex Morgan?” The woman on the other end of the phone clearing her throat.

“Ye-Yes, this is her.”

“Hello Ms. Morgan, this is UV Medical Center, calling in regards to a patient of ours, Y/N...”

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Considering you spent your early years on the Orlando Pride alongside Alex Morgan, she almost immediately took you under her wing, the woman becoming not only a mentor to you, but something akin to an older sister.

It was soon after that, that she became your emergency contact, the woman the only one you trusted to handle an emergency.

Thankfully for her, she had yet to receive a call concerning your health, unfortunately, this was the day everything changed.

The second she’d hung up with the receptionist she immediately called the first woman who came to mind, her longtime friend and teammate Kelley O’Hara, who she knew was in Seattle with Emily Sonnett.

“Hey Al, what’s--”

“Did you know Y/N was in the hospital?” Alex cuts her off, noting the hitch in Kelley’s breath.

“N-N-no, what happened?!” She asks anxiously, her voice quivering, her distress alerting the blonde who’d just made her way back from the bedroom and into the living room.

“What’s wrong?” She asks, Kelley waving a dismissive hand in her direction, the defender listening intently to the woman on the other end of the phone.

Without warning, Kelley leaps to her feet before rushing towards the door, stuffing her feet in her shoes before grabbing her jacket, the anchor holding her into place being Emily Sonnett, the woman’s hands resting on her back.

“Kel, what’s wrong?” She asks nervously, the woman turning towards her, her brown orbs wide.

“Y/N’s in the hospital, we have to go.”

And with that Emily too begins rushing to grab her things, the pair slamming the apartment door shut behind them as they rush to UV Medical Center, and to your side.

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Despite the fact that UV Medical Center was MASSIVE it didn’t take them long at all to find where you were, Kelley rattling off what Alex had relayed to her on the car ride to the hospital.

You’d gone under the knife for ankle surgery over 5 hours ago, the extent of the injury you’d entered surgery for becoming much more prominent the deeper the doctor’s dug beneath your skin, which eventually resulted in a call to your emergency contact, that being, Alex Morgan.

“While we’re here, we’re getting added to the Emergency Contact list.” Kelley had mumbled as they rushed through the hospital towards the waiting area outside of the surgery suite you were currently located in.

Seemingly, the receptionist knew who they were, considering the second they spoke their names, she’d waved someone over, that someone leading them out of the waiting room towards a nearby elevator.

“The surgery went on longer than we expected, there was more damage to the ankle than we anticipated.” He explains as the elevator doors slide shut.

“Is she awake?” Emily asks, the man shaking his head.

“We had to increase the amount of anesthesia we used, so we’re having a hard time getting her to wake up.”

Kelley turns to Emily nervously; the nervousness Kelley is feeling conveyed right back at her from Emily’s hazel orbs.

“Do you know how long it’ll take for her to wake up?” Kelley asks, her fingers tangling with Emily’s, the blonde giving her hand a squeeze.

“We don’t know.”

The second the elevator door opens the man is leading them down the hall and into a nearby room, that turns out to be a secluded waiting room, offering the pair privacy.

“We’ll inform you immediately when she wakes up and leaves the recovery room.” He smiles softly, leaving the pair in the empty room, a TV hanging in the corner playing softly as the pair sit side by side on a small couch.

"Do you think she’ll be okay?” Emily whispers, resting her head on Kelley’s shoulder, the woman taking her hand, giving it a squeeze.

“She will be.” She whispers, unwilling to put her anxiety and worriedness into words, choosing to remain hopeful for the sake of the blonde beside her.

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As the time ticked away, the anxiety and fear within both women began to grow, and after an hour had passed, that anxiety was near teeming over, that was until the door clicked open softly, the man from earlier giving them a small smile.

“Ms. Y/L/N is in her room; I’ll take you to her.” He smiles, the pair jumping to their feet and rushing down the hall behind him.

“She may be in and out, she’ll DEFINITELY be groggy thanks to her pain medication, but she’ll be back to herself in no time.”

It doesn’t take long for the pair to be ushered into a room, the two immediately zeroing in on your ankle, which hangs well above you, your ankle wrapped tightly in bandages.

Kelley glances at Emily, seeing her own concern written on her face, the two slowly making their way hand in hand to your bedside.

A soft whine draws their attention to your face, your face which is currently scrunched up as you tiredly survey your surroundings before your eyes again flutter shut.

Silently, the doctor makes his way out of the room, the door clicking shut softly behind him, the three of you now left in complete silence.

You hum, turning towards the two, your eyes remaining shut before you peek between your eyelids.

“They must’ve really given me the good shit if I’m hallucinating.” Your tired eyes darting from Kelley to Emily and back.

“I’ll call and tell you guys later.” You whisper tiredly, your eyes fluttering back shut.

“You don’t have to tell us anything Y/N, we’re right here.” Emily says, giving your hand a squeeze.

“Alex called us.” Kelley says, shaking her head when you start to sit up.

“Well, I better call her back then.” You grumble, glancing around the room, your eyes still shut as you search for your phone.

“Sit still Y/N.” Kelley whispers, placing her hand on your shoulder to hold you in place.

“But I have to call Alex, she called me.” You mumble, completely unaware that the woman had indeed NOT called you.

“No Y/N, she called us.” Emily says, unable to bite back a smile when you turn to her in confusion.

“She called me, she didn’t call you, you’re not real.” You slur, the older defender on the opposite side of the bed cupping your cheek.

“But we are real.”

You shake your head.

“No, Kelley and Emily are on holiday together, because they love each other, not me, they wouldn’t come visit me.”

Kelley and Emily share a glance, Emily tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“What do you mean Y/N?” She asks softly and you growl.

“Just what I said, they don’t love me, not like I love them.”

The pair stiffen, hearts stalling in their chests as the stare at one another in not only shock, but elation.

“What do--

Kelley’s cut off by a loud snore, the pair turning their attention back to you, realizing you’re again fast asleep.

Kelley gently caresses your cheek as Emily runs her fingers through your hair.

“Looks like we have a lot to talk about when you wake up, huh?” She whispers, ducking down to kiss your temple, Emily following suit moments later.

The blonde reaches across the bed, covering Kelley’s hand with her own, the pair sharing soft smiles before turning back to your sleeping form.

It didn’t take a genius to see that Kelley O’Hara and Emily Sonnett were absolutely smitten with Y/N Y/L/N, the moment they met.

The pair had been fearful when it came to their feelings for you, fearful it may end their relationship, but when they came to the realization that they both felt the same way about you, both had attempted to pursue you, something you were unfortunately not aware of.

However, with the sudden realization that you too felt the same, they knew everything was about to change.

“Do you think she meant it?” Emily whispers and Kelley smiles, glancing across the room at your sleeping form.

“I think she did, high mouths speak sober thoughts. I guess we’ll just have to ask her when she wakes up.” Kelley smiles, turning abruptly towards Emily when she sniffles.

“What if she didn’t mean it?” She asks, voice barely above a whisper.

Kelley cups her cheeks, resting for forehead against the younger woman’s before she presses a kiss to her lips.

“We’ll just cross that bridge if we come to it, okay?” She whispers, and Emily nods, the blonde unable to bite back a smile when Kelley kisses the tip of her nose.

“Okay.”

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It’s well into the afternoon that you begin to stir, pulling Kelley and Emily’s attention away from one another and onto you, the two leaning forwards in their seats, which they’d taken residence in beside your bed.

Your eyes crack open, your teeth clenching in pain, the overhead lights making your head throb.

Despite that, you keep them open, Y/E/C orbs darting from Kelley, to Emily and back.

“Wh-What are you guys doing here?” You ask, your voice rough and raw.

Kelley grabs a nearby cup and holds in to your lips, letting you take a greedy sip before she speaks.

“Alex called us.”

Your brows furrow.

“Alex?”

Kelley nods.

“The hospital called her, they found more damage to your ankle then they first thought, they wanted permission to continue the surgery.”

You hum, glancing sadly at your ankle, which is still hanging high off the bed.

“Looks like you’re going to have a lot of down time.” Emily smiles sadly, caressing the back of your hand, causing your cheeks to flush.

“Yeahhhh...” You sigh, leaning back, your eyes fluttering shut as your head rests against the pillow behind you.

“Why didn’t you tell us Y/N?” Kelley asks and you sigh.

“I didn’t want you guys to worry, I knew you planned on spending the holidays together, and I didn’t want to ruin it.”

Emily scoffs.

“You could NEVER ruin our holiday, honestly, we were going to come see you anyway.”

Kelley’s hand rests on top of yours and Emily’s.

“We really wanted you to be a part of it.”

Your eyes double in size, your heart skipping a beat in your chest as you glance down at your joined hands, your cheeks flushing.

“You had some things to say when we got here...” Kelley starts, and your brows furrow.

“I-I did?” You stammer and she nods.

“You did.”

You swallow roughly, your heart racing wildly in your chest, the thought you may have confessed your feelings making your palms go clammy.

“Wh-Wh-What did I say?” You stutter, eyeing your blankets nervously.

“Well, you didn’t think we were real.” Emily smiles and you chuckle, shaking your head.

“What else did I do?” You ask Emily and Kelley sharing a glance, which goes unnoticed by you.

Kelley clears her throat.

“You said we didn’t love you.” She whispers, your head snapping upwards, your eyes locking with her dark brown orbs.

“Wh-What...?” You stutter, sliding your hand out from beneath there’s only for Kelley to catch your hand before you can rest it in your lap.

“You said we didn’t love you, like you loved us.”

You mouth falls open, your eyes darting between the two women as your cheeks redden, the tips of your ears beginning to burn as your gaze falls to your lap, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

“I-I-I'm so sorry... Y-You weren’t supposed to find out... I-I-I... I mean...” You mumble, unable to look at the two women.

Unbeknownst to you, Kelley glances at Emily, who nods, the woman cupping your cheek before turning you towards her, your eyes glassy as they meet her brown orbs.

“I don’t know where you got that idea.” She whispers, your eyes widening dramatically when Emily glances at Kelley.

“What idea?” You ask, your voice quivering, Kelley tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“The idea that we don’t love you like we love each other.”

Your heart stalls in your chest, your eyes darting from brown orbs, to hazel orbs and back, your breath hitching when Kelley’s brown orbs drop to your lips, her tongue running along her lips before she begins leaning in.

Your breath catches in your throat, the thought that this may still be a hallucination still prominent in your mind, that is until Kelley’s lips meet yours for the first time, her hands gently cupping your cheeks.

All thoughts of this being a hallucination leave your mind as the woman kisses you softly, your bottom lip trapped between hers as the two of you kiss, parting with much reluctance.

Kelley’s forehead rests against yours the woman smiling softly.

Moments later she’s pulling away, her forehead being replaced by Emily’s her hazel orbs locking with yours as she leans in, her eyes fluttering shut as her lips too, meet yours.

You cup her cheek boldly, your fingers tangling in her hair as you kiss, the woman sighing against your lips.

Again, you part, the blonde pulling back, only to turn your head, kissing your temple softly, the older of the pair resting her head against your own as well.

“So, what do you think now?” Kelley whispers and you chuckle.

“I’m thinking I REALLY hope I’m not still hallucinating.”

Kelley chuckles as Emily giggles, their laughter contagious despite the pain you’re currently feeling.

"How can we convince you that this is real?” Kelley asks and you grin.

“I mean, a few more kisses might help.” You shrug, unable to bite back a grin.

Kelley and Emily share a glance, the two grinning before Kelley leans back in.

“I think that can be arranged.”

#uswnt x reader #kelley o'hara x emily sonnett x reader #so'hara x reader #kelley o'hara x reader #emily sonnett x reader #id love to hear what you think!#ive never written for so'hara so be gentle. XD

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reimagine7 · 1 year

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They'll have to try harder to break me (Alex morgan x reader)

Request: Alex Morgan x R where the reader has a reputation for shrugging off injuries? During a big game she takes longer to get up and people worry until she says they have to try harder to break her?

Okay, I took a loooong time to write it down. Sorry, my life is a crazy mess right now and it was hard getting inspiration, motivation and time to write something. But I will try to start writing again, at least during the break. I hope you enjoy!

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Your pov

“I’m fine. It’s nothing, it was just a scratch.” I told Alex while cleaning the blood out of my knee. “Are you sure? You’re bleeding and it’s a little swollen.” She said, trying to get a closer look at my knee. But before she could touch it I finished the cleaning and put my knee down again. “Yes, I’m sure. Now stop worrying. I already told you it was nothing.” “I know, but you told me that last time as well, and where were we the day after? In the hospital with four stitches on your hips.”

I rolled my eyes, opened the door for us and entered the locker room where a few of the girls still were.

We had just finished the last practice before the friendly game we have tomorrow. During one of the drills I somehow was able to trip on my own feet, bumping and falling into one of the free kick mannequins. Earning a few scratches on my right knee. Nothing major.

“Y/n? How is your knee?” Christen asked. “It’s good, just a scratch.” “As always. You still even ask, Chris?” Sonnett jokes, coming to me and passing her arms around my shoulders. “Y/n is always tripping on her own. Tell me one time though that she admitted she was hurt?” Sonnett said, looking at the other girls. Everyone just shrugs agreeing with her. “That 's because I’m not.” I defended myself. “Right, do I have to remind you the other time then when you said you were fine, that it was nothing and we ended up discovering you had a concussion?” Alex said to me, giving me a serious look. Passing me our bags and walking toward the bus and out of the locker room. I looked to the door she just left and then back at the girls. “Don’t worry Y/n as long as you keep getting up right away like you always do, we are okay with it.”

I nodded at them and went after Alex.

Alex pov

It’s always like this. She gets hurt, but acts like it was nothing. I know that most of the time it is nothing, she is a defender after all, so she is always involved in tackles on the field. But I can’t help but worry. And Y/n don’t make it easy for me as well, she is always shrugging off injuries.

“Can I at least get a kiss?” Y/n came from behind me and hugged my waist. “That depends. Were you telling me the truth?” “I promise I’m okay. It was nothing. It’s just a…” “A scratch, yeah I heard it before. So why won't you let me look at it?” I said, turning around in her arms. “Because you will only get more worried, and it looks worse than it actually is.” I rolled my eyes. “Fine. But next time, if it hurts you promise to tell me?” “Of course.” I raised my eyebrow, not actually believing her. “As soon as it happens?” She took a little longer to answer me this time. “Yeah?” “Y/n!” “Will you be happy if my answer is, as soon as I think is important?” “No, not at all.” She just pouted at me, but in return I gave her a warning look. She was almost giving in, when a knock on the door stopped her. “Come on guys, dinner is in 10 minutes.” Y/n looked back at me and gave me a kiss. “Come on babe. We can’t get late.”

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The game is 1-0 for us, it is now the 70th minute of the game and I got subbed off. I sat on the bank beside Tobin and she handed me a water bottle. “Tired?” “Yeah, a little. The game is tougher than we thought it would be, Germany is being hard on us.” I answered her not taking my eyes out of the game, after a good tackle from Y/n taking the ball out of bounds. “I know, Y/n is killing it though. They didn’t even get the chance to get close to the goal through her side yet.” I smirk at that. Of course I love to play, but I grew to love watching my girlfriend play just the same. Every tackle she makes and then quickly standing up celebrating each one of them. It’s hot.

We were watching the game when during one attack Y/n stole the ball from one of the germany players and looked around trying to find someone to pass the ball to. Becky took a little longer to appear, long enough for a second player to get to Y/n and they both to tackle her. The ball got out of bounds, but the referee called the foul. “Hey, ref. That’s a card. A red.”

Everyone stood up from the bench yelling. The ref ignores us and only gives a warning to the player. I shook my head and looked to the field to try to see what Y/n was doing, she normally would be yelling at the ref as well. But when I noticed, she was still on the ground. “Why is she still on the ground?” Tobin looked back at me and then to Y/n, probably thinking the same thing. Y/n never stayed on the ground, not even when she was needing stitches. She is that stubborn. I start panicking. The doctor ran to her and she gave them a small smile. We couldn’t see much from here, but she soon stood up and the doctors gave us a thumbs up, which means she will be back on the pitch. Thank, god!

As the doctors had to take a look at her, she had to get out of the field and wait for the referee to allow her in again. Giving me just enough time to ask how she is. I don’t even get to ask her, because just by looking at my face she knew what I was thinking. “I’m okay. They will have to try harder to break me.” She sent me a wink and went back on the field.

The game passed fast after that. Y/n kept playing like always, Germany only got one more chance of goal, while he had a few, but none of the teams scored. The score remained 1-0.

I greeted a few players, but went as fast as I could to Y/n. Hugging her when I got to her. “How are you? When I didn’t see you standing up, I got so scared. You always do.” “And I did it again.” “I know, but you took longer this time.” “How is your knee?” “My knee is good.” “Great, I thought they had got you this time.” I gave her a peck and went to look at her, just then I noticed her guilty face. A frown immediately appeared on my face. “They did? But you said your knee was fine.” “Well…”

“Y/n!” One of the team doctors called for her. I looked back at her with worry. “So, remember when I said they had to try harder to break me?” I only nodded at her. “They kind of did.” “What do you m… where?” “The doctors think my forearm is broken.” “And you kept playing?” “Yeah? It was noth…” “If you say ‘it’s nothing’ one more time, you will be sleeping on the couch for the rest of the week.” I gave her a stern look. She just smirks at me and kisses my cheek. “Now let’s go, I should have made you promise to tell me yesterday.”

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womanwithahotdogstand · 2 months

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Trinity Rodman got American football tackled (in the fucking box, might I add.) Rose Lavelle got body slammed. And now Emily Sonnett get’s absolutely trucked.

None of them were deemed fouls.

#okay #cool #uswnt

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heinziderheld · 9 months

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My concept for USA vs Sweden:

Ertz, Mewis, KO, Horan & Sonnett as starters with the goal to tackle every opponent on the pitch. There’s no other chance at surviving the next game.

Pull yourself together, USA!

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slimthicksonnett · 1 year

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All Coming Back (Emily Sonnett) PART 1

I woke up a chose violence so enjoy a teasing part one of what is shaping up to be a very long fic that is going to take a hot second.

Word Count: 1,456

Warnings: Cliffhanger, mentions of past Soran

Part One, Part Two

Emily Sonnett was going to kill these kids one day. Okay, that might be a little bit dramatic, but she did silently vow to never volunteer to pick these two up for practice ever again. She had initially thought it would be fun but that was before the lost boot incident.

“Trinity, you literally have another pair at the facility. Get in the car.” Emily groaned, her foot tapping in irritation.

There was no way in hell they weren’t going to be late. While the apartments were close to Audi, they weren’t close to the girls training facilities and the drive wasn’t an easy one.

“But those ones don’t match Ash’s!” Trinity whined, crouching down to check under her couch.

“You can go one day without matching with your little girlfriend.” Barely managing to dodge the couch cushion that the rookie threw at her, Emily fought and failed at holding in her laughter.

“She’s not my little girlfriend!” The younger player was standing now, arms crossed and an incredibly embarrassed look on her face.

“Could’ve fooled me.” Emily smirked, leaning back against the apartment wall. Feigning disinterest in the conversation, she opened her phone and was about to open the national team group chat that was suddenly going insane for some reason.

“Bold words from someone who literally got matching tattoos with her little girlfriend!” Trinity snapped back, causing Emily to flush with embarrassment. Internally she was cursing the woman that is Kelley O’Hara for ever telling these kids about her own rookie years in Portland and the chaos that it resulted in.

“Lindsey was never my little girlfriend, Trin!” Throwing the couch cushion back at Trinity, who annoyingly dodged it with ease, Emily fixed the girl with a glare hard enough that almost anyone would back down. Unlucky for her, Trinity Rodman wasn’t almost anyone.

“Could’ve fooled me.” She teased, turning Emily’s own words back on her.

“That’s it!” Emily fussed, stalking across the room and grabbing the girl in a headlock. It wasn’t unusual behavior for the two of them to wrestle like this and Trinity was immediately game, trying to lean over and get the smaller blonde's feet off the ground.

“Guys, I’ve got them! Trin, you left them under my bed again. Seriously, you’ve got to stop doing that. At Least put them with mine like last time so I know to grab them again!” Ashley Sanchez was standing in the open doorway, holding up Trinity’s neon boots and sporting a giant smile.

Both Emily and Trinity paused their fighting to look at the girl. Emily, who was now hanging onto Trinity’s back, looked down at her teammate with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. Trinity at least had the decency to look embarrassed by Sanchez’s discovery of her cleats, a heat burning in her cheeks. Ashley, now past her need to announce her find, finally took in the position that her teammates were in.

“Am I… interrupting something?”

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The shenanigans at the apartment complex proved to absolutely set the girls behind schedule as they managed to just barely get to the training grounds in time to meet their teammates who were standing around talking, ready to start practice.

“Listen, it’s all Sonnett’s fault! She drives like someone’s grandma!” Trinity exclaimed the second the trio made their way to the field.

“My fault?! If you hadn’t lost your boots in As- OOF!” Emily attempted to counter Trinity's accusation but she was quickly cut off by the taller player tackling her from behind.

“I got them here alive!” Ashley added, skipping over to set down her stuff and tie her boots on.

Still play fighting with Trinity, it took Emily a moment to recognize that all of her national team teammates were huddled together and staring at her.

“Hello? Why are you all looking at me like I’ve suddenly sprouted a second head? I assure you, there’s just the one of me and you’re all welcome for that!” Emily joked, smiling playfully at her teammates like usual. When her jest didn’t even get a laugh from Kelley, she knew something had to be up. She took a moment, looking from face to face as they all stared at her in some mix of what looked like sympathy and also shock?

“What? Seriously, Trinity couldn’t find her stupid boots…” She muttered, shifting uncomfortably under so many stares.

“You seriously don’t know?” It was Ashley Hatch who spoke first but didn’t do anything to clear Emily’s confusion.

“Don’t know what?” She asked, brows furrowing together. Emily had no idea what was going on with her teammates but if someone didn’t explain soon she was convinced she’d have a permanent worry wrinkle formed on her face.

“Em, when’s the last time you checked your phone?” Kelley asked softly, stepping forward to place a hand on the blonde's shoulder comfortingly.

“Uh, I don’t know? Probably this morning when I got my coffee. Why?” It seemed like a stupid question for Kelley to ask. The older defender knew that ever since Sweden, she’d been limiting her screen time.

“The Colombia camp roster dropped.” Hatch supplied, as if this cleared anything up.

“Cool? Vlatko called me last week, I know I’m on it. So what’s the big deal?” Emily still wasn’t understanding what was going on. When everyone had gotten the call last week, the seven Spirits who had been called up had celebrated together. Therefore, she knew everyone already knew she’d been called up and she knew they had to.

“Oh my God.” Trinity whispered behind Emily, the latter turning to look in confusion at her teammate who was staring at her phone.

“What?” Emily whined, resisting poking her head in to see Trinity’s phone screen.

“It’s Y/LN.”

And Emily could almost feel all the blood drain from her face.

She turned to look at her captain, jaw set and eyes narrowed.

“It’s what?” Emily gritted out, trying to see if she’d just heard correctly.

“Mal isn’t coming to camp. Vlatko called Y/N Y/LN and she answered.” Andi answered sympathetically.

While Trinity and Ashley looked at each other in excitement, every remaining ounce of color drained from Emily’s face. The younger players didn’t know anything about Y/N Y/LN. Not anything personal, anyways. They only knew her for the legendary footballer she’d become. But Andi Sullivan knew her very well. Worse than that? Andi knew of Y/N’s history with Emily Sonnett.

“Emily?” Kelley whispered, squeezing her shoulder gently to shake her out of the trance she was in. Of course, Kelley knew about Y/N too so it was no surprise she was currently treating Emily like the most fragile thing to ever exist.

“Okay.” Emily finally said, earning several more shocked looks.

“Okay?” Andi questioned, and Emily just nodded her head.

“Okay. It’s time to start training, move your asses!” As if she’d hit some hard reboot button, Emily was immediately back to her normal self. A smile on her face and a pep in her step as she raced onto the pitch.

Kelley and Andi exchanged concerned looks as the blonde raced past them. It was an act that her close friends knew well, the forced smile and change of subject. If they gathered one thing from that reaction? It was that Emily Sonnett was absolutely not okay.

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Y/N Y/LN was on track to be the top pick in the 2016 College Draft. Fresh out of Stanford with a record that surpassed even Christen Press’s, the young forward was shaping up to be the pride of the NWSL. But then Barcelona called and you didn’t even hesitate to leave it all behind.

All of it. Everything.

Everyone.

You didn’t give anyone a reason. Nothing substantial, atleast. Just “when the best football club in the world comes knocking, you don’t say no!” and then you left.

US soccer fans were ecstatic. It was the first time they had ever seen something like that, a young US player being called to Barca of all places. Everyone was excited for you to go overseas, hone your skills, and earn a spot on the senior USWNT where you could showcase what you’d learned in front of the entire nation!

But you never came back. Not for Friendlies. Not for the Olympics. Not even for the World Cup.

And it wasn’t for lack of trying on US Soccer’s part. Jill Ellis in particular was belligerent. Before every camp your phone would ring. And every camp, it went to voicemail.

You gave some credit to Vlatko though. The first time you ever sent him to voicemail? He never called back.

Until for some reason, early in 2022, he called again. But this time you answered.

#emily sonnett imagine #emily sonnett x reader #uswnt imagine #woso imagine #woso x reader

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uswnt-nation · 9 months

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halftime thoughts

idk what the hell vlatko said to this team but whatever it was it lit a fire under all of their asses and every single player on that field has been playing some of the best soccer I've seen since 2021 pre-olympics

emily fox is having herself a great game

although there may have been some doubts to her inclusion in the starting XI, sonnett has been proving everybody wrong. a few shaky tackles and avoidable grabby hands here and there but overall having a solid half

alyssa naeher coming up with tremendous saves

crystal dunn looks like she's been playing soccer all her life, so what now alexi lalas?

girma holding down the defense as always

trinity rodman is knocking on the door and I think she's getting a goal this game

horan, sullivan, smith also having a great game

low-key forgot ertz and morgan were on the field tbh

I'd probably leave this XI just how it is until maybe around the 70th min mark then sub in lynn for alex and move either smith or rodman to the 9

this game is also begging for sanchez to make her debut in this world cup, give sullivan a well deserved break

if USA scores a goal or 2 then maybe sub in any combo of huerta/mewis/cook/o'hara/ whoever to give a few players some fresh legs and then help keep a defensive low block

overall so far this first half was worth waking up for. let's keep it up for the second half!

#uswnt #nwsl #woso #fifa wwc #wwc 2023 #emily fox #emily sonnett #crystal dunn #naomi girma #trinity rodman #lynn williams #sophia smith #alex morgan #sofia huerta #kristie mewis

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itsmaddienotmaddy · 2 years

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Whom else survived the lightning delay and finished up this weird ass game??

Anyways.

USWNT V COLOMBIA (Tuesday edition)

I love Alyssa Naeher. She’s the best. That save 😍

The backup back line with Huerta, Sonnett, Girma, and Pickett was really solid.

Huerta with the CROSSES, the forced own goal. She’s settling into her place comfortably and I love that for her.

And then Kelley coming in to just continue the right back goal supremacy for the game. Good shit.

Pickett with her first cap!! She did great and her crosses were excellent as to be expected from her.

I… really liked Sonnett and Girma together. Girma was this calm, Becky-esque final defender which I think relaxes the whole line. Sonnett’s passing into the midfield was extremely precise and it seemed like she was asked to play this CB/6 flex position. She was challenging the 50/50 balls in the middle and had a lot of success stopping any play from starting. A v classic, look how a player does when they play their preferred position.

Rose and Sanchez are very very very fun together and I’d love more lineups where we can figure out how to get them together. However, I do think the pair lacks a physical presence. They obviously have the foot skills so it’s not a huge problem, but it’s a factor. Sanchez had a quieter game. I think consistency is going to be v important for her. And feisty Rose with a card.

Lindsey… let’s say, if I had a professional coaching license and was in charge, she would not be playing. Her knee is clearly not okay. It’s held together with bubble gum and paper clips. Her running speed is slowed down and she’s clearly backing out of tackles. It’s a self preservation play that’s so unnecessary when she could instead be resting and rehabbing. Thankfully, Colombia wasn’t pressuring to a point where she was allowed to play make without people crashing into her.

and all this 6 nonsense. We don’t have one. Julie is pregnant and Andi isn’t healthy enough. Why we are not trying other formations is BEYOND me. 4-3-3 is not the end all be all. And to be honest, between club, high school, and college, I never even played in that formation. We don’t need double CB’s. Put Alana or Sonnett or fucking Becky at a stopper. Play North Carolina Courages weird ass box midfield. Stop trying to make fetch happen.

Kristie was about to fucking fight at the end of the game and lololol. The fact that Sonnett sprinted in to pull her away is even funnier. About her actual play? She’s also not a 6. Though she did serve the best diagonal long balls.

Hatch also. Starting fights!! Go Mormon go! Hometown brawl!

Alex should have been involved in more national team camps earlier in the year. She’s on fire right now in club. There’s no explanation for her play other than a lack of chemistry. And having Pinoe barely counts because 2022 Pinoe and Alex are NOT the same as 2019 Pinoe and Alex.

Midge was fine. She had very bright spots and other moments where it made sense why she came off at half.

Mal was the best player driving into the box, hands down. Finishing? Could use a little tightening up. But hey, she didn’t shove a photographer today. Proud of her!

Trin had great energy. She’s going to be a PROBLEM for international defenses in the future.

Korn sure was out there being tall!! She had trouble settling in, which is fine. She’s on cap 2, she came in late and there was a delay.

The team disconnect down both sides came down to chemistry. Crystal Sam Lindsey Pinoe Tobin Press Kelley. Those lineups had this innate connection. The chemistry was so obvious. Pickett Sanchez and Pinoe and the opposite side of Huerta Rose and Midge simply did not have the vibes.

I’m not a coaching expert but we gotta click some more pieces into place before I could be confident we’d win a major tournament with this squad. BUT TRULY, with everyone out with bébés and extremely rude injuries, it’s not the full squad yet.

Big whatever though. I still love these players and will still scream at my TV at midnight!

#uswnt #alyssa naeher #Naomi Girma #Emily Sonnett #sofia huerta #carson pickett #kelley o'hara #rose lavelle #ashley sanchez #Lindsey Horan #Kristie mewis #taylor kornieck #alex morgan #Ashley hatch #Trinity rodman #midge purce #Megan Rapinoe #mal pugh

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