#emily sonnett imagine

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From The Sideline (Straight To My Heart) (Emily Sonnett x Reader)

If there was one thing you didn’t expect when you became a sideline analyst, it was for Emily Sonnett to playfully flirt and tease you every chance she got, what you also didn't expect was to fall head over heels for the defender, and what you didn't know was that she had fallen head over heels for you as well.

The smile that stretches across your face as Emily Sonnett makes her way towards you is bright, it was always bright when it was directed at Emily.  

In all honesty, you were absolutely smitten with the woman, but you weren’t about to let her know how your playful flirting made your heart race, how her touches made your breath hitch.  

“There’s my favorite analyst.” Emily says, nudging you with her hip and you giggle, missing the flush on her cheeks.  

“There's my favorite player.” You say as she slings an arm around your shoulders, your cheeks darkening.  

“I better be your favorite.”  

You hum.  

“Hmmm, maybe I’ll have to find a new favorite...” You say, stroking your chin, the blonde pouting.  

“You wouldn’t break my heart, would you?” She asks, sticking her bottom lip out as far as it can go.  

You roll your eyes playfully, your gaze softening as your Y/E/C orbs meet Emily’s hazels.  

“Never.” You whisper, Emily visibly swallowing as her eyes flick from your Y/E/C’s to your lips and back.  

You clear your throat.  

“I really enjoyed watching you break the ankles of every Colombian player out there.” You smile and Emily snorts.  

“Were you impressed?” She says with a cocky grin, and you shake your head.  

“You always impress me, Emily Sonnett.” You smile and Emily’s eyes widen, the tips of her ears burning. 

You begin to giggle, Emily’s brows knitting in confusion.  

“What?” She asks, her head cocked to the side, reminding you of a puppy.  

“You know impressed me the most?” You ask and Emily’s head tilts even further to the side, the blonde studying your face.  

“What?” She asks again and you snort.  

“When you tripped over literally nothing.” You say, your tongue trapped between your teeth as Emily pouts.  

“Seriously, I have NO idea how you did it, I’m sure it took a LOT of skill.” You giggle, earning a playful shove from the blonde, her cheeks and the tips of her ears even redder than before.  

“Shut up.” She mumbles, your giggles tapering off as you stare at the pouting blonde.  

Boldly, you take a step closer to her, her eyes widening, her brows arching.  

“I do know one thing...” You whisper, Emily’s tongue swiping at her lips before her hazel orbs glance between your eyes and lips before again meeting your Y/E/C’s.  

“And what’s that?” She asks, her voice much softer than she intended, her playful lilt vanishing.  

“It was cute.” You smile, your fingertips brushing the hem of her jersey, the woman’s breath catching in her throat.  

“Hey!”  

The two of you jump at the sound of Trinity Rodman’s voice, she and Ashley Sanchez sprinting towards the two of you.  

“Stop flirting and get over here.” Trinity says, smirking when not only your cheeks, but Emily’s flush bright red.  

Emily shakes her head, mumbling as she’s dragged back onto the field.  

“I wasn’t flirting.”  

She wrenches her arm free, turning back towards you, her charming smile on display as she gives you an enthusiastic wave.  

“Don’t miss me too much.” She sends you a wink and you snort, shaking your head.  

“I won’t.”  

Emily scoffs.  

“Bullsh-- 

“Stop flirting.” Ashley says giggling as she drags the woman towards her teammates.  

You turn away, just barely hearing Emily’s murmur.  

“I'm not flirting.”

************************************************************************“Did you miss me...?” 

You chuckle, turning on your heels to face nonother than Emily Sonnett, the blonde cheekily grinning.  

“Always.” You wink, the blonde snickering as she chomps on her gum.  

She slips an arm around your middle, the two of you turning towards the game, watching as Lindsey attempts to head the ball into goal, missing it by inches.  

“Damn it.” She mumbles, subconsciously squeezing your side, making you squeak.  

Her eyes widen as she turns towards you, a smirk stretching across her face as your eyes widen.  

“Don’t.” You growl as the woman squeezes your side again, watching as you again jump, unable to bite back a giggle.  

The whistle signaling the half is over sounds, but you don’t realize, your entire attention on Emily Sonnett who digs her fingers into your sides, tickling you in front of thousands of fans.  

The two of you stiffen when someone clears their throat, both of you turning towards the field where Lindsey Horan is standing, her hands on her hips, a smirk stretched across her face.  

“Did you hear the whistle?” She asks, her green orbs darting between the two of you.  

“Ummm, yes?” Emily grins bashfully, the USWNT captain snorting.  

“Sureeeeeeeeeee you did.” She teases, shooting you a wink.  

“Come on, Twilia’s waiting.” She says, grabbing Emily’s arm, the blonde pouting as she’s again dragged away from you.  

“I’ll get you back for that!” You yell, the blonde snickering, her tongue stuck out childishly as she backs towards the locker room.   

“I’ll be waiting.”

***********************************************************************  Emily didn’t have to wait long, the blonde yelping loudly when you sneak up behind her, your own fingers digging into her sides.  

“Hey! Not fair!” She yells between giggles, her teammates watching the two of you, unable to bite back their smiles.  

It was obvious to literally anyone with eyes that the two of you had feelings for one another, well, except for the two most important people, you and Emily.  

They watch as Emily attempts to bat your hands away, your eyes widening when you realize you’re basically hugging her from behind, your cheeks dusted pink.  

Emily turns in your hold, her eyes widening when she realizes just how close the two of you are.  

She springs backwards, her cheeks an even darker shade of red as she scratches the back of her neck.  

“S-S-Sorry.” She stammers, gauging your reaction, but before you can even speak she’s sprinting away, bypassing her teammates and heading right to the locker room despite the fans calling out for her.  

Lindsey slaps her palm against her forehead.  

“Real smooth Sonny, REAL smooth.”  

************************************************************************Needless to say, the fans started to take notice of the relationship between you and Emily Sonnett, a number of fan videos being made of the two of you, something you hadn’t expected.  

Something you also didn’t expect was what was about to happen in the final of the CONCACAF W Gold Cup, the USWNT going head-to-head with Brazil.  

It happened in the 75th minute, a corner being earned by Emily Fox.  

You watch intently, scowling when the Brazilian’s, yet again, get handsy, the ref remaining stoic, turning away from the blatant fouls being committed by Brazil.  

Rose Lavelle holds her hand up before firing the cross, and number of USWNT getting bumped to the ground, but there’s one foul you’re focused on.  

Just as Emily Sonnett is about to jump and catch the header, a Brazilian player pulls her arm back, and accidently catches the blonde in the face, her nose almost immediately beginning to bleed.  

Your eyes widen as you move towards the sideline, and you screech to a reluctant halt, quickly realizing you couldn’t rush onto the field.  

Your heart races as you watch the medical team assess the damage, the blonde hunched over, the white towel quickly soaking with blood.  

You shuffle from foot to foot, your hands wringing together nervously as you do everything you can to hold yourself back, stopping yourself from sprinting onto the field and checking on the defender.  

Eventually, the medical team gets her to her feet, the blood-soaked towel still pressed against her nose. 

You watch with a frown as Emily is guided to the back, her hazel orbs visibly watering as she moves down the tunnel and out of view.  

You knew you should stay on the sideline; you knew that was your job, but Emily was more important, and with that you sprinted towards the tunnel, following behind her and the trainers.

***********************************************************************  You pace outside of the trainer’s room, waiting for the medical personnel to finish their jobs before you went in to see the blonde.  

Your head snaps upwards when the door creaks open, the medical personnel turning towards you.  

“We got the bleeding to stop, but it’s broken, she’s asking for you.”  

You nod, slipping past the pair, frowning when you see Emily resting on the bed, her nose clearly broken, the flesh beneath her eyes already shifting to purple.  

“Hey.” You whisper, Emily’s eyes flutter open, the woman turning towards you with a small smile, her nose packed with gauze.  

“Am I still good looking?” She asks and you chuckle, making your way to her bedside, taking a seat on its edge.  

“Of course.” You smile, your hand resting on her forearm.  

“Good, how else would I get all the ladies?” She smiles and you roll your eyes.  

“You’re the only person I know who would break their nose and still act like a goof.” You giggle and she chuckles, wincing softly.  

Emily’s breath catches in her throat when you gently cup her cheeks, her hazel orbs wise as you caress her bruising skin, inspecting her injured face closely.  

“Does it hurt?” You ask, snorting.  

“Of course it hurts.” You mumble, subconsciously caressing her cheek, unaware that Emily was slowly sitting up.  

Her hands settle on your shoulders, her thumb running along your collarbone as she leans in, your heart stalling in your chest.  

You meet in the middle, your lips gently pressing against hers, your hands leaving her cheeks and sliding to the back of her neck as your lips move.  

Your noses bump against hers and she whimpers, your eyes widening as you abruptly pull back.  

“Are you okay?” You ask, worriedly scanning her face, the woman nodding. 

"I'm okay, just fragile.” She says as she slowly starts to lean in.  

“Not fragile enough to stop kissing you though.” She whispers, her lips again meeting your own, the defender smiling against your lips as you kiss her gently.  

Your lips move in tandem, your thumbs tracing her jawline as you reluctantly part, her forehead resting against yours.  

“If all I had to do was break my nose to get you to kiss me, I would’ve done it sooner.” She chuckles and you giggle, leaning back in, your lips meeting hers. 

The two of you spring apart when the door swings open, your eyes widening when you see Lindsey Horan standing in the doorway, her hands on her hips.  

Trinity and Ashley peek over her shoulders, the two grinning.  

“She looks alright to me.” Trinity shrugs, shooting her a wink before she makes her way back towards the locker room, Ashley beaming.  

“A little bruised, but alright.” She comments before following after Trinity.  

Lindsey shakes her head, unable to bite back a grin.  

“Looks like you’re in good hands.” She winks as she makes her way out of the room, the door shutting behind her.  

You turn back to the blonde, her tongue running along her lips.  

“Now that, that’s over, where were we?” She asks and you smile, leaning in, your lips mere inches from hers.  

“Right about here.”  

Much to your delight, you’d share many more kisses with Emily Sonnett, every kiss you shared with Emily felt like the first you shared in the trainer’s room, all thanks to a Brazilian's elbow, and a broken nose.  

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

[lets-get-saucy]

First Game – Emily Sonnett x Reader x daughter (fluff)

Summary: Emily and your daughter has her first soccer game and is determined to be Emily’s mini-me.

It was early morning, still half asleep you were cuddled into your wife’s side, savoring one of the few Saturday mornings you had with her. Emily’s chest softly moved up and down, her heart beating under your ear. In your half-awake state you could hear noise coming from down the hall but it didn’t register what you were hearing. Ignoring the sounds you buried your face in Emily’s neck hoping to get a little more sleep. That wish was short lived as your bedroom door burst open and tiny footsteps ran in.

“mama, mommy, wake up!” Your four year old, Riley, shouted jumping up on your bed.

“Five more minutes,” Emily groaned, her face burying into your hair causing you to chuckle.

Baby name sat herself on top of you both gently grabbing your face in her small hands, when your eyes remained closed pretending to sleep she gentle shook your face back and forth.

“wake up mommy!”

Sitting up slightly, you wrap your arms around the little girl pulling her down with you as you lay back down, “but it’s so comfy in bed.”

Emily wrapped her arms around the two of you, her eyes still not opening.

“We might just have to stay in bed all day,” Emily sighed.

“Nooo” your daughter squealed trying to wiggle out of your arms. “wake up, wake up, wake up.” Riley jumped up and down on the bed.

Emily faked a groan sitting up, “what’s so important about today anyway, why can we sleep all day?”

Your daughter gasped, offended her mama could ask such a question.

“today’s my first game!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms out dramatically.

“How could we forget!” you said, your daughter crossing her arms.

“Come on, we can’t be late” the little girl tried to pull Emily and you out of your bed.

“Woah, baby sauce soccer stars have to get breakfast first,” Emily told baby finally getting out of bed, picking the little girl up in her arms, “what should we have for breakfast?”

“Waffles!”

“Waffles it is!” you rolled your eyes at Emily and her mini-me.

Getting out of bed you placed a kiss to your daughters head and one to Emilys cheek, “Ill join you two down stairs in a few for game day waffles.”

-

It was a little while later, pre-game waffles consumed, and you were currently standing in the bathroom trying to do Riley’s hair. Typically, she was an easy-going little kid but today she wouldn’t sit still and no matter how many times you redid her hair she wasn’t happy with it.

You were used to the crazy Sonnett pair, always dancing around or laughing. But right now after your third attempt of a ponytail, with your daughter wiggling around singing and trying to dance to the music Emily had put on, you were growing slightly frustrated.

“Baby, I need you to stand still while I do your hair” you said, in a calm voice, brushing Riley’s hair back.

The little girl looked up at you and noticed what you were doing with her hair.

“No, want hair like mama” she pouted seeing the ponytail you were trying to do.

“It is like mamas,” you said, switching tactics and trying to arrange your daughters blonde hair into the signature Sonnett messy bun.

“No it’s not,” the little girl said crossing her arms.

You may have carried and given birth to your daughter but she was practically a clone of Emily. Looking at her through the mirror you were looking at a mini-Emily. Your daughters blonde hair now a mess from where you had let go of it.

“Mama!” you daughter yelled as Emily walked into the bathroom.

“Why isn’t your hair done?” Emily asked your daughter, looking at you questionably.

“Want hair like mama,” Riley explained.

Emily arched an eyebrow looking at you through the mirror.

Throwing your hands up in surrender “I tried, she didn’t like how I did it.”

Emily laughed at your response, before kissing your cheek, wrapping her arms around your waste.  

“It’s okay babe, I can do it.” Emily said. “Why don’t you finish getting ready, I’ve got baby sauce.”

You nodded, turning in her arms, placing a kiss to her lips then to the top of your daughters head. The little girl looked up at you with a full grin, dimples popping out.

“I’m gonna be just like mama!”

You chuckled, “of course you are baby.”

Heading to your closet to finish getting yourself ready, you smiled to yourself. Your daughter was the best thing that had happened in your life and even though she was Emilys clone it just made you adore the little girl more.

Half way through changing your outfit you heard music blaring from the bathroom followed by giggles from your two girls. After being married to Emily for many years you were used to her antics which often included music and dancing at the most random times.

“mama you’re silly,” you heard Riley call out.

“I’m not silly!” Emily exaggerates, arguing with her mini-me.

Suddenly a squeal came from the bathroom followed by a clattering a tiny footsteps running into the closet.

“Mommy help me, mamas gonna get me” you daughter ran into you hiding behind your legs with a huge smile on your face.

Emily walks into the closet pretending to look around, “Hmm, have your seen a little girl around here?”

“Nope, don’t think I have” you responded, your daughter giggling from behind you.

Emily moved through the closet looking behind clothes, under shoes, even in drawers much to Riley’s amusement.

“She’s gotta be around her somewhere” Emily said slowly moving closer to where you and your daughter where standing.

“Gottcha!” Emily picked your daughter up spinning her around, carrying her back to your bedroom.

Following behind them you shook your head at the pairs antics.

“Mommy help!” your daughter called out through fits of laughter as Emily started tickling her.

Emily stopped tickling the girl picking her up, “are you going to take it back now?” She asked.

“Never!” your daughter said sticking her tongue out.

Instead of responding, Emily stuck her tongue out back at the little girl.

Walking over to your two girls, you picked Riley up and started walking out of the room.

“Come on you two, we need to leave soon if we’re going to make it to your game on time” you said kissing your Riley’s cheek.

“let’s go, let’s go” your daughter said wiggling out of your arms running to grab her bag, causing you and Emily to laugh.

-

At the game Emily and you stood on the side of the field watching your daughters team play. Multiple of Emily’s teammates had come out to support your daughter at her first game. Kelley, Rose, and a few others made up Riley’s own personal cheer section.

Even though at this age it wasn’t really about skill or tactics, the women around you were talking to each other about little kid level soccer tactics and what position you daughter will play once she’s older.

 Half of the kids on the field were currently just running around not really knowing the rules of soccer yet. Except for your daughter, having been raised partially by and around professional soccer players, the rules of the game were practically ingrained in her from birth.

“Run!” Emily shouted toward your daughter when she got the ball from a kid on the opposing team.

“Go, go, go,” Kelley joined in, encouraging Riley.

Your daughter had a signature Sonnett concentration look on her face as she dribbled the ball down the field. Her messy bun still in place from this morning, bobbing as she ran.

“Come on baby sauce you got this!” Rose yelled from her place beside Emily.

 Continuing down the field your daughter noticed none of her teammates were nearby or able to be passed to, the young kids still learning the rules of the game, but there was an opening between players in front of the goal.

You watched as your four year old kicked the ball as hard as she could towards the goal. Holding your breath, you grabbed Emilys arm in anticipation. When the ball hit the back of the neck Everyone around you erupted into cheers, as well as your daughters teammates.

“Yes!” Emily shouted.

“Great job baby sauce!” Rose screamed, giving the girl a thumbs up.

Your daughter jumped in the air in excitement over her first goal before running back over to her teammates as the game continued.

Riley’s team ended up winning but both teams had been given ribbons to celebrate their first game. After pictures had been taken the little girl cam running over to Emily and you.

“I did it! I scored a goal!” she yelled jumping into Emily’s arms.

“You did a great job baby,” you said, giving both girls a hug.

“We’re so proud of you,” Emily said, smiling brightly at your daughter.

“Looks like you two have a future forward on your hands,” Kelley said patting Riley on the head.

“I wanna be just like mama!” Riley told Kelley, her dimples over taking her face.

Rose laughed at this response, “then you better learn all the positions baby sauce.”

Riley nodded as if she was making mental notes on how to become just like Emily one day.

“Should we get ice cream to celebrate?” Emily ask, taking your daughter out of her thoughts.

“Ice cream!” Riley looked over to you knowing you were pretty strict about sweets before dinner, “Can we go mommy?”

“I suppose, it is a special day after all,” you said kissing Riley’s cheek.

Riley turned to Rose and Kelley, “Rosie and Miss Kelley come?”

Kelley took Riley out of Emily’s arms spinning her around, “of course! We have to celebrate with our little super star.”

#emily sonnett #nwsl #woso #woso x reader #woso imagine #uswnt #emily sonnett x reader #emily sonnett imagine #emily sonnett one shot #rose lavelle #kelley o'hara

[reminiscingtonight]

Canceling Plans

Emily Sonnett x Reader

Word Count: 550

A/N: I am a petty bitch, what about it? Enjoy some Sonny softness

[WOSO Masterlist]

Eyes stinging, head pounding, and throat burning, you can only come to one conclusion. Being sick sucks. 

You only get to train and play with your best friends a handful of times a year, and of course you happen to fall victim to a bad bout of the flu traveling among your teammates and staff during one of those times. You barely trained for a day before you were downing Dayquil and whatever other cold medicines you could get your hands on. 

You’re halfway through your third pack of tissues when the door to your room swings open. 

“What are you doing here?” you croak out, hurrying to grab a tissue in a half-assed attempt to shield Emily from your germs. From the back of your snot induced fog, you’re pretty sure you remember Emily going on and on about the coffee shop she’s going out to explore with the rest of the gang today. Obviously this conversation happened back when you were still in good spirits, back before the two of you even got on the plane to camp. 

The defender simply bats your tired hands away and passes you a cup of tea. 

She waves away your mumble of thanks, moving to press a cool hand against your forehead. Emily clicks her tongue, flipping her hand to give you a fresher cool side. “You’re feeling a little warm but I don’t think you’ve hit a fever yet.”

“You shouldn’t be here,” you mumble, eyes fluttering shut at the comforting feeling of her hand.

“And why’s that?”

“You shouldn’t cancel your plans just to watch me hack out my lungs.”

Hopping into your bed, Emily maneuvers herself under the covers, nudging you in the side until you scoot over to give her more space. “Didn’t want to risk missing hanging out with my favorite person.”

“Don’t let Lindsey hear you say that,” you chuckle, snuggling deeper against the defender the second you’re both settled in. “She’ll get jealous.”

Leaning in as if she’s telling you a secret, Emily whisper-shouts, “Don’t tell Lindsey but I’d choose you over her any day.”

Winking at you, she gives your head a gentle pat. You snort, amused at the way she’s treating you, but a fit of coughing follows soon after. Emily’s eyebrows instantly furrow in concern. Her hand comes up to rub soothing circles on your back as you turn away from her, not wanting to cough right into her face. 

“Hey, come back.”

Ignoring the way your head throbs when you shake your head, you try to shrink away from the blonde’s hands. “You’re going to get sick,” you mutter, wincing at the sharp pricks in your throat. 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she scoffs. Emily all but pulls you back towards her, situating you so you’re sprawled on top of her. You’re too weak to fight against her hold, not that you really want to anyways. With Emily’s hands running soothingly along your back and her warm heat underneath you, your eyes are quick to grow heavy before you’re slipping into a deep slumber. 

If you end up canceling on your plans to go out with the others the day before you’re all set to leave, Emily all phlegmed up and coughing away, well then that’s no one’s business but your own.

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

[wosoimagines]

Jack Of All Trades - USWNT/Reader

prompt: based off of an incorrect quote from @incorrectnwsl; Emily Sonnett: No one likes a show-off. Kelley O’Hara: Unless what they're showing off is dope as fuck. Emily: [under her breath] Fuck. That's true.

warnings: none

words: 2122

also, a note, i literally speak none of the languages that is used in this fic so i have no idea if i used the correct grammar or words as i have used a translator.

(Y/N) POV

“You’re a really good cook, you know that?” Kelley said.

I looked up at her from where I was cleaning up in the kitchen.

“You are more than welcome to take some with you,” I assured her. I motioned to where the gumbo was still sitting. “There’s more than enough there. I honestly probably made enough to feed more than my family.”

“But who taught you how to cook?” Kelley asked.

“I grew up cooking with my grandparents,” I shrugged. It wasn’t something that I had really sought out. It was just one of those things that had happened. “I loved getting to cook with them. They always cooked for our family get togethers and we were always there early. I eventually asked if I could start helping and they let me.”

“Can you get traded to Washington and come be my personal chef?” Kelley asked. I shook my head at that cause I was perfectly happy playing at Gotham. “Sonny, come convince (Y/N) that she needs to move to Washington.”

“It would be pretty awesome if you joined us,” Sonny said from her spot at the island. I rolled my eyes at that. “We could all play in Washington together. Kelley and I on the back line and you up front. Would be pretty sick.”

“You just want me there so I can cook for you.”

“I mean, yes, but like no?” Sonny said. I shook my head at that because I knew that she did want me to cook for her more if I ended up moving to play for Washington. “Like it would just be fun to have you there in Washington anyways.”

“Well, you can count it out,” I said as I placed most of the dishes I needed to clean into my sink. “I’m staying with Gotham. You two will just have to get over it and come visit me to get my cooking instead.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Who’s playing?” 

I could hear the voice outside of the door ask. I didn’t pay it much mind though as I focused on hitting the right keys. Although, I wasn’t sure as to why I was so worried about messing up. I had been able to play this piece from memory for years now.

“Is there anything (Y/N) can’t do?”

My fingers slipped at that causing me to press all of my fingers down to create a horrendous crashing sound. I looked over my shoulder at my teammates as I sent them a glare.

“Will you all shut up?” I asked. A few of them made their way into the room. “It’s quite hard to focus when you have so many people talking and you’re trying to focus.”

“What were you playing?” Becky asked.

“I had made it all the way to Scarbo,” I said. I noticed her confused look at that. “It’s the third part to Gaspard de la nuit. It’s by Ravel.”

“I didn’t know you knew how to play the piano,” Christen said. I looked over at her and nodded my head. “How long have you been playing?”

“Since I was a little kid. Longer than I’ve been playing soccer,” I admitted. It was true. “I didn’t even stop my piano lessons until I left for college. This was one of the concert pieces I became good at.”

“Is it hard?”

“Is it hard?” I repeated. “You basically have to solve endless quadratic equations in your head while you play it. Is it hard. Unbelievable.”

“Can we hear it?” Becky asked.

I sighed but nodded. The rest of the group moved to take a seat around the room as well. I tuned them out as I focused on the piece.

Once I had finished the piece, many of my teammates clapped. I only sent them a smile. 

“I can’t believe you played that from memory,” Sonny said.

“Like I said, I’ve been playing piano longer than I’ve been playing soccer,” I shrugged. It was just something I had developed a talent for. “I was playing this piece of nearly four years before I stopped taking lessons. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve played it now.”

“But for real, is there anything you can’t do?” Kelley asked.

“Guess you’ll just have to find out.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Ooooh, here’s a good one,” Sonny grinned. She glanced between myself and Tierna. “Does (Y/N) know any other languages other than English and if so, how many?”

Tierna stared at me as I nodded. She knew this. I knew that Tierna knew this. I wrote down the number myself.

“Wait,” I said. Sonny turned to look at me. “Wait, wait wait. I have a question. Is this languages that I like know? Or does it include any languages I’m also learning?”

“That’s a good question,” Sonny said. She looked down at the paper in her hand. “I’m not sure. I guess the languages you know, but if Tierna can get the ones you’re learning then it’s an extra point.”

“That’s not fair,” Kelley whined. I rolled my eyes at her as I changed the answer. “They’re rooming together so Tierna gets to hear (Y/N) practicing.”

“Get over it, Kelley,” Tierna said as she wrote on her board. “Okay, I think I have this right.”

“Okay, on three,” Sonny said. Tierna and I nodded to each other. “One, two, three. Go!”

Tierna and I turned our boards around and I immediately looked at her board.

“Noooo,” I groaned when I saw the number. “One too high.”

“At least I got the one you’re learning right,” Tierna pointed out. She was right about that. I was currently learning Arabic. “At least I got that point.”

“Can you name the four languages that (Y/N) knows, Tierna?” Sonny asked.

This was challenging since Tierna had over guessed how many languages I knew. But I did have hope that Tierna could get it right.

“Okay, I know you know Spanish, I’ve heard you talking in Spanish a lot,” Tierna listed. I nodded at that because that was true. “You also did play in France and so I know that you did learn French. You knew you were going to go to France your senior year and so you spent the year learning French.”

“Oooooh,” I hummed. Sonny turned to me. “That is two of the four.”

“I wanna hear you speak Spanish and French now just to prove it,” Kelley said. I rolled my eyes at that because Kelley had heard me speaking both languages before.

“Ooooh, yes,” Sonny agreed. I shook my head at that. “You have to repeat what I say but in each of the four languages. Let’s start with Spanish. ‘She was between a rock and a hard place.’“

“Ella estaba entre la espada y la pared,” I repeated back to Sonny in Spanish after a moment.

“If anyone watching this video knows Spanish, tell us in the comments whether or not that was correct,” Sonny said as she turned to look at the camera before turning her attention back to me. “Now for French. ‘She won the challenge against all odds.’“

“Elle a remporté le défi contre toute attente,” I said this time in French after I thought about it.

“Again, viewers, I’m relying on you guys to tell me if (Y/N) is actually saying these things correctly,” Sonny said as she looked at the camera. “Tierna, we are still missing two languages.”

“You also know Japanese,” Tierna said. I nodded at that because it was true. “You learned it when we were teenagers so you could watch anime without subtitles.”

My jaw slacked at that. I hadn’t expected for Tierna to rat me out like that.

“Tierna, you weren’t supposed to tell anyone that,” I said as my face heated up. I turned to the camera. “You guys are cutting that out. I’m serious, the world is not gonna know that it’s actually true.”

“Did you really only learn Japanese to watch anime without subtitles?” Alex asked.

“Shut up, Alex.”

“Okay, okay,” Sonny said as she held up her hands. “Now we have to hear something in Japanese. ‘You cannot alter your fate, my prince. However, you can rise to meet it if you choose.’“

“Isn’t that a quote from Princess Mononoke?”

“Shut up and translate it, (Y/N).”

“Okay, okay,” I said as I held my hands up. “王子様、あなたの運命を変えることはできません。ただし、必要に応じて立ち上がることができます。”

“Okay, that one I really do want to make sure was quoted correctly,” Sonny said as she pointed at the camera. I rolled my eyes at that. “Do you know the fourth and final language, Tierna?”

“I’m drawing a blank,” Tierna shook her head. I groaned cause Tierna had been doing so good.

“You know this,” I said. Tierna looked over at me. “Come on, T, we were roommates in college. You know this.”

“Oh. Oh! OH! It’s, um... It’s German. It’s German!”

“Is that your final answer,” Sonny asked Tierna. Tierna nodded at that. “All right, (Y/N)?”

“It is German. I studied it in college. I can’t believe it took you that long. You used to literally hold my notecards,” I said to Tierna.

“Listen, I wasn’t concerned about learning it with you,” Tierna said.  “Oh, you should say that pick-up line you would always use when we were teenagers. What was it?”

“Do you mean, ‘You know what you would look wonderful in? My arms’?” I asked Tierna. She nodded and I groaned at that. “Weißt du, worin du wunderbar aussehen würdest? Meine Arme.“

“And that actually translate to your pick up line?” Sonny asked. I nodded in confirmation.

“Dude, is there really anything you can’t do?” Kelley asked.

“Guess you’ll just have to stick around and find out.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Did you just land a toe flip?” Tobin asked causing me to turn my skateboard around to look at her. I nodded in confirmation. “Dude, I didn’t even realize you could skateboard.”

“So now you can skateboard?” Sonny asked me. 

“Jealous of everything I can do yet?” I asked her. I knew that Sonny and Kelley had both been amazed at everything that they had been learning that I could do. “It’s okay to admit it, Sonny.”

Sonny only rolled her eyes at me. I turned back to look at Tobin as I kicked my skateboard into my hands.

“I haven’t been skating for long honestly,” I shrugged. It was something I hadn’t picked up when I was a kid. “I picked it up in college so I could get around Stanford easier. Plus it’s great for when it isn’t winter and I can’t go snowboarding in Colorado or when we aren’t surfing at the beach.”

“Seriously?” Kelley asked. I turned to look at her. “What are you? Just a jack of all trades?”

“No,” I shook my head. “I did only get a B in calculus.”

“I hate you,” Kelley said. 

I set her a soft smile before I rode away from the group on my skateboard. I did at least make sure that I stayed close to them since we were supposed to be exploring the city together.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I grabbed the ball from the back of the net before turning to face the defenders. Kelley and Sonny had approached me while I was working on my skills and tricks once our practice had ended. They offered to defend the goal in case I wanted to get some practice against defenders in.

“You two ready to give up yet?” I asked the two.

They were both leaned over with their hands on their knees as they were both trying to catch their breath. I jogged past the two and out of the box even. I turned back to look at the two.

“Don’t worry, I can always practice these without defenders,” I assured them.

Neither of them said much as they both nodded and moved to the sideline where they each grabbed their own waters. I immediately started to move the ball. I made sure that my back was to the goal before performing a rainbow flick and then jumping up to bicycle kick the ball into the net.

“No one likes a show-off,” Sonny called out.

I knew that the two of them must have been annoyed by how many skills I had shown the two considering they had spent a lot more time with me this off season.

“Unless what they’re showing off is dope as fuck,” Kelley pointed out.

I grinned at that because I knew it meant that Kelley thought what I had been doing was cool. I was too focused on the ball in front of me as I started to dribble it again to catch what Sonny had said next.

“Fuck,” Sonny said under her breath. “That’s true.”

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[slimthicksonnett]

All Coming Back (Emily Sonnett) PART 2

Part One, Part Two

Word Count: 2,020

Warnings: "Cliffhanger" again, Sad (?) Sonnett, Unedited

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It had been almost 7 years.

That’s the first thing you’d realized when you stepped onto the tarmac. You hadn’t stood on American soil in almost 7 years. And now, here you were. 

“Y/LN!” A familiar voice called, stopping you in your tracks as you stepped off the plane.

Turning around, you were faced with the only other player who had flown in internationally to this camp.

“Horan.” You greeted the blonde, though much less enthusiastically than she had. Which Lindsey had to have expected considering the state of things the last time you had seen the Lyon player. 

“Long time no see!” Lindsey grinned, earning an eye roll from you. 

“You saw me a month ago, Horan.” You corrected, beginning to walk towards the all too familiar USWNT van that waited for you both.

“Sorry, all of that beer after we won must be affecting my memory.” The midfielder taunted and you couldn’t help but feel like this picking was about much more than any football match.

“Was it there beer or the amount of times your head hits the ground?” Your sickly sweet smile contradicted your harsh words, but both worked to leave the older woman stunned as you loaded up.

“Wow, you are harsh.” Lindsey muttered as she joined you in the backseat. You took a deep breath, attempting to maintain your composure in response to the comment.

“I only give back what I am given.” You retorted, tiredly leaning back against the headrest.

“So why did you leave? It seemed like you were being given plenty here.” Lindsey snapped, causing you to slowly turn your head in her direction. 

Her jaw was set in defiance and her eyes burned with what you had thought was anger but now assumed to be loyalty.

“Why did you go to Lyon?” You countered, watching her resolve falter under your own gaze that was known to rattle even the strongest of opponents. Though you were overseas, you made it your business to stay involved with the happenings of the league. While to many it seemed you had gone completely ghost, you still had friends in high places and knew much more than they’d give you credit for.

Lindsey didn’t have an answer for that. 

“Everything isn’t always what it seems, Lindsey. I think you’d do well to remember that.” Your voice was soft, hardly above a whisper.

In fact, it was so soft that Lindsey wasn’t even certain she’d heard you correctly. Between the depth of the statement and your use of her first name, the midfielder once again couldn’t bring herself to formulate a response.

Instead, the entire ride to the hotel was spent in silence.

–

It was late by the time you and Lindsey finally made it to the hotel, the street lights long having since turned on.

The midfielder got out of the van first, stopping to stretch for a moment. You watched observantly as she breathed in the surroundings, clearly content with the thin air that surrounded you.

“Happy to be home?” You asked, too preoccupied grabbing your duffle to take in the look of shock on the other girl's face.

“You know I’m from Colorado?” The shock you’d missed in Lindsey’s expression was unhidable from her voice.

Laughing softly, you shrugged your shoulders.

“I live in Barcelona, muñeca, not under a rock.” Shaking your head, you made your way into the lobby to greet the apparently very sleepy staff member who was waiting for you both. 

“Y/N! Glad you could finally make it.” The man greeted, clearly pushing as much fake enthusiasm into his voice as possible and you couldn’t help but chuckle again.

Inclining your head respectfully to him, you managed to produce a tired smile of your own. With Lindsey trailing in after you, the man gave another welcome which gave you time to glance at what he was holding.

Room keys.

You hadn’t even thought about this part. This wasn’t your club where every away journey you’d have your room with Alexia. And it wasn’t strict COVID times where you’d have a room alone. 

After giving brief instructions on what stairs to use and where your rooms were, you were handed the room key and sent on your way. The only additional information you’d received was that your roommate was already here so to knock before you entered- as if you were raised in a barn and intended to not give your teammate a warning. 

And that’s what led to you being in front of the hotel room door, hand raised, and standing completely still. The anxiety of having to face a new person (or maybe someone not so new) was terrifying.

However, your pride (and maybe your tiredness) outweighed your anxiety and you knocked sharply twice before opening the door. 

You had prepared to face a lot of things on the other side of that door, but you hadn’t quite prepared for the sight you were greeted with. Laid out comfortably on the far bed with a book in her lap was the grown up version of your childhood best friend.

“Sunny.” You gasped softly, unable to withhold the emotions of seeing your former Stanford teammate.

“Y/NN.” Andi echoed, standing from the bed slowly in almost a state of shock as she looked you over. 

Sensing your discomfort, the Spirit captain’s expression somehow softened even more as she opened her arms up to you. Without thinking twice you dropped your bags and threw yourself into the embrace.

“You always did love a hug!” The younger woman laughed, rocking the two of you from side to side.

“I missed you.” Your voice was muffled from where you’d buried it in her shoulder but the contented hum she let out in response let you know that she’d understood.

“I missed you too.” She answered, somehow hugging you just a little tighter.

Wrapped in your old co-captains arms, it was like you’d never left. Maybe camp wouldn’t be so bad afterall.

—

For the first time in probably ever, Emily Sonnett did not want to go to breakfast.

“Come on, Son! They won’t leave us any coffee if we don’t get down there.” Kelley groaned, practically attempting to pull the stubborn defender out of the room.

“It’ll be fine.” Emily snipped, yanking her hand away from Kelley and focusing her attention on retying her laces for probably the fifth time.

“Fine? What do you mean FINE?!? This is coffee we’re talking about! Also, why are you wearing your real shoes? Did you forget your slides again?” Dramatically, Kelley threw herself onto the bed beside Emily but stopped her antics to staredown at the other girl's shoes.

“Didn’t feel like wearing slides today.” She grumbled, not wanting to admit that putting on her real sneakers would make the process of getting down to breakfast take longer.

“Right…” Kelley hummed. She had a knowing look on her face but the defender was at least kind enough not to press the matter further.

Emily was content with that. Tying her shoes in the silence. Kelley didn’t seem to be rushing her anymore and the blonde was now confident that her plan was going to work and she wouldn’t be forced to interact with anyone until they were in the controlled environment of training.

Of course, the plan was poorly formulated.

“HEY! Are you two ready for breakfast or what? Quit taking so long.” 

Emily nearly jumped out of her skin in surprise, falling forward off the bed and narrowly avoiding face planting on the floor at the interruption of the new voice in the room. Looking up, she was shocked to see Trinity and Ash standing in the doorway staring at her impatiently. 

“How did you tw-” She stopped herself short when she caught sight of Kelley’s slightly guilty face and the keycard in Trinity’s hand.

Yeah. She was definitely going to kill these kids one day.

–

When the group of Spirit players finally get down for breakfast, it is revealed that Emily had been worrying over nothing. Spread throughout the room were the familiar faces of her teammates who were sitting contently enjoying their morning meal.

You were nowhere to be seen. 

“Andi’s not here either.” Ash whispered to her, obviously hearing Emily’s incredibly loud silent thoughts. 

“Pretty sure they both came and left before I even got down here.” It was almost as if her teammate's goal was to scare her to death today as Becky creeped up beside them, injecting herself into the conversation smoothly as she sipped her coffee.

“How lovely.” Emily huffed, stalking over to pour herself a cup of coffee.

“Your breakfast is on the table!” Becky called out after her.

Looking in confusion, the defender realized that there was in fact a plate already made for her waiting at an open space at the table beside Lindsey.

“Thanks.” She muttered, dropping into the seat beside her friend. 

Lindsey smiled broadly at her, knocking their shoulders together teasingly at the lack of actual greeting.

“Hey bestie, I missed you too! Oh yes, I’m doing great. Thank you for asking.” Lindsey mocked, dramatically taking a sip of her water as Emily rolled her eyes and chuckled.

“Hey Linds, it’s good to see you.” Emily softened, feeling some of the tension seep from her shoulders at being reunited. Taking a bite of her eggs she looked over at friend , a little skeptical as dots began to connect in her brain.

“What time did you get in?” She asked.

“Stupid late. I didn’t even get to see a single second of sunlight! And now they expect me to do fitness? No matter how many times we do this? I’ll never get used to it.” Lindsey groaned, looking over in exasperation. 

But the older girl paused because, as always when it came to the two of them, Emily sucked at hiding things.

“But that’s not what you’re really asking about is it?” Lindsey sighed.

Emily almost felt bad honestly. She hadn’t seen her friend in forever but the only thing she could think about was you. 

“What? No! Of course I was-” She started, trying to cover her tracks and hopefully not hurt Lindsey’s feelings but she stopped short when she saw the look she was being given.

“It’s alright Sonn, I get it. And yes, we met at the airport and rode back here together.” Lindsey answered softly as her hand reached to settle on Emily’s thigh comfortingly.

The defender couldn’t bring herself to ask anything further and Lindsey, being Lindsey, knew that. Of course, that didn’t stop her from providing a little more information.

“She seems good, by the way. Different! Really different. But good. After everything I’d heard from you and then beating Barcelona, I thought she’d be an absolute bitch. Especially to me!” The midfielder laughed, obviously fondly remembering Lyons' win.

“And she wasn’t?” Emily managed, still slightly stuck on what she could have possibly meant by ‘different’. Lindsey just hummed thoughtfully as she took a bite of her food.

“She had some interesting things to say honestly I… Well, I didn’t really expect it. But no, she really wasn’t. Even asked me how it felt to be home!” Lindsey chuckled, oblivious to the shocked look on Emily’s face.

In what world did you care or even know that Lindsey was from Colorado? 

“Alright slowpokes, time to load up! Can’t avoid it forever.” Becky called out, inclining her head towards the door where the rest of the team was exiting.

“I can try.” Emily muttered.

When she did get onto the bus, Emily was again greeted by the lack of your presence.

And, once again, scared shitless by her captain.

“Staff told me they took a van to the fields earlier. She wanted to go ahead and get her new player evaluations out of the way so she could do fitness with the rest of us.” Becky said softly from behind her.

Emily just nodded and walked forward towards her usual seat, dragging her feet a little bit as if taking her time would somehow change her inevitable destination. 

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[wordsbyrian]

Anymore - So'Hara x Reader

Summary: R is the lead singer of a punk band and performs a song that's half apology-half regret. Request was So'Hara x Famous!Reader from an Anon

A/N: I don't know if punk bands count as famous but I know for a fact that my music taste is different than most people in the woso world. This is based off the Menzingers' song 'I Dont Wanna Be An Asshole Anymore', they're one of my favorite bands but they aren't very mainstream.

It isn’t unusual for you to find yourself standing on a stage in front of a large crowd on a Thursday night.

You’re the lead singer of a punk band, it’s literally what you get paid to do.

What is unusual is for you to be spending so much time searching the crowd looking for people, your girlfriends specifically.

You guys are in the midst of a pretty big argument and admittedly you haven’t spoken to them in a couple of days (yes it was that bad) but they had promised to be here tonight. Plus, you sent them a text with the address this morning and had gotten a thumbs up in response, so you were pretty hopeful.

At least you were until now because your set is about to start and they’re nowhere to be seen.

Taking a deep breath, you shove that to the side and launch into your first song, strumming your guitar hard and pouring your soul into the words.

It isn’t until you're finishing the fifth song of your set that you see them standing in the back of the small room.

Letting the final chords ring out, you push your sweaty hair out of your face and begin to speak into the microphone.

“Thank you, guys, so fucking much,” you say, smiling widely, “We know how hard it is to get to shows in the middle of the week when you have work the next day, so we really appreciate each and every one of you for being here.”

You stop for a moment, letting the crowd cheer while you try to catch your breath.

Laughing a bit at their enthusiasm you continue, “Now, obviously, we have a lot of songs left to play for you tonight but I figured right now would be a good time to debut an unreleased one, here live in DC.”

You try to keep speaking but are cut off by the crowd’s cheers.

“Bit of backstory, that last song Obituaries was written at the start of my relationship when I was afraid of well, fucking things up,” you explain when they calm down. “This next one is so new that there isn’t even a demo version of it yet because it was written a few days ago when I fucked this up. This is ‘I Don’t Wanna be an Asshole Anymore.’”

Taking a step away from the mic, you turn your back to the crowd, using the moment to silently check in with your bandmates before you start playing again.

When you turn back around, you manage to make it through a majority of the first verse before you look at them again.

“I’m always making a mess, always stumbling out the door but,” you sing, staring directly at them, “I don’t want to be an asshole anymore, woah, baby, baby, I’ll be good to you.”

There seems to be something magnetic about singing an apology to the women you wrote it for and although you find it hard to do, you manage to stop staring at them long enough to sing most of the rest of the song. They really only need to hear the last few lines anyway.

When you get to that part of the song, you stop playing guitar putting both hands on the mic in an attempt to ground yourself.

“You’re the only lovers that I’ll ever miss, ever been hopelessly in love with,” you sing leaning forward slightly, looking at them, “Look at this tangle of thorns, I don’t wanna be an asshole anymore.”

Between both the sweat and the light assaulting your eyes, it’s hard to make out exactly what the looks on their faces could mean but it’s impossible to miss the slight smiles on their faces.

Later that night, after the concert has ended and as you and your bandmates load your gear back into your cars, you hear a very familiar pair of voices calling your name.

Turning around you’re greeted by the sight of both Kelley and Emily walking toward you at a slightly hurried pace.

“Uh, hey,” you say once they’re standing in front of you.

It’s slightly awkward but the three of you haven’t really spoken in days and you don’t know what to say.

The tension is thick and you don’t know how to break it but luckily you don’t have to.

“So,” Emily says, trying to step into your personal bubble, completely undeterred when you continue moving backwards until you collide with your car. “You wrote us a song?”

“I mean technically, I’ve written you loads of songs, you just heard a new one tonight.”

“Whatever, Y/N,” she says leaning into you, “It’s just as sweet as it was the second time.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Kelley laughing at the inside joke as she comes to stand next to you.

“I think this one might fall into the same category as the first song though,” Kelley says, slipping her hand into yours.

You look down at your joined hands then at where Emily has her body pressed against yours then back again, a confused look plastered on your face before you speak.

“I have no idea what’s going on right now,” you tell them.

“About what?”

“Are we not in the middle of a fight,” you say, brows still scrunched together.

Kelley laughs again and so does Emily as she lets her hands move to grab you by the waist.

“Y/N/N, you’re an idiot,” Emily says with a slight squeeze, “It was barely an argument, much less a fight.”

“You called me an asshole and told me to get my shit together.”

“But we didn’t tell you to leave,” Kelley says softly, “We told you to get it together because it was the fourth time in three weeks you came home with a bruise on your face.”

Honestly, you don’t know how you’re supposed to respond to that, you do have a tendency to blow things out of proportion, especially when you feel like you’re being attacked, so you respond the only way you can.

“Oh.”

It feels as though everything from the last couple of days is becoming much clearer and the thing that’s become the most obvious is that you need to stop going to the bar with your drummer Dylan, who is a professional instigator.

“Oh, indeed.”

It’s then that you’re interrupted by none other than the instigator himself trying to get your attention.

“You coming out with us,” he shouts across the parking lot when you look at him.

With the help of your new found realization and the prospect of being able to sleep in your own bed instead of on his couch tonight, it’s the easiest thing in the world for you to shake your head at him before redirecting your attention to the women next to you, both of whom looked shocked.

“You’re not going for post-show drinks,” Emily asks.

“I think I need to spend less time with Dylan,” you say, “He’s always getting me in trouble. Plus, I haven’t really seen you guys in a couple days.”

“You get yourself in enough trouble without his help,” Kelley says with an eye roll, “But we wouldn’t be opposed to you hanging out with us instead.” She pauses for a moment, leaning up to kiss the side of your jaw. “We’ll see you at home.”

With that she pulls her and away from yours, taking one of Emily’s instead and begins dragging her towards the car they came in.

“Wait,” you call after them, “Can’t I get a real kiss?”

“Maybe when you get home,” she calls back.

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[reimagine7]

Pretend girlfriend (Emily Sonnett x reader)

Lindsey pov

We were all laughing and mocking Emily right now.

An hour ago we had just ended the gym session, when she said she had to go to the market before the movie session the team had. No one wanted to go with her, so of course she went to make Y/n go with her.

“Please, Y/n/n. For me. I don’t want to go alone.” “But Em, we have to be here in an hour.” “See, plenty of time for us to come back. Pleeease!” Emily was now hugging Y/n and pouting, while looking at her with pleading eyes. We all know Y/n couldn’t say no to her. “Fine, but if we get late for the film session you’re the one doing my laps.” Emily made a ‘yeah’ sound and kissed Y/n’s cheek, holding her hands and taking them toward a near market. 

“I don’t know why Y/n even try to say ‘no’ in the first place. Everyone knows she can’t deny anything to Emily.” Tobin commented after the duo got out of the room. 

And that’s how we got here now. Emily came back, with some bags, but by herself. She arrived here saying she couldn’t find Y/n and for one of us to inform Y/n that she was already here, because she left her phone with Y/n so she couldn’t inform. 

Of course we would mock her, she begged the girl to go with her and then left her there.

“Stop mocking, it’s not funny.” “Of course it is, you lost a person.” I answered her. “And not any person. Y/n. How is that even possible, you both never unstuck from each other.” Caitlyn mocked her. “And why is your phone with her?” Tobin asked. “It wasn’t the plan. But I asked her to go see if they had some lactose-free milk and I couldn’t find her anymore. She always carries my things, you know that.”

Before we could say anything more, Y/n entered the room with a bag in her hand and with an angry look toward Emily. But we could all see she wasn’t actually mad.

“You left me there? Really? I agreed on going with you and that is what you do?” Emily now had a guilty look. “Sorry, I couldn’t find you. You went to look for the milk and never came back, I went to look after you but you were nowhere. So I came back.” “You couldn’t find me, so you abandoned me there? I was in front of the cashier waiting for you.” Emily didn’t answer, just shrugged her shoulders. So Y/n continue. “And I, the idiot and stupid that I am, even bought an açai for you.” Y/n got out of the back two cups of açai. Emily's eyes immediately widened and she spoke. “No, and I swear that I also bought you açai.” We all laughed at the duo, especially after Emily took from her bags another two cups of açai. “If you're an idiot, I am as well, because I bought you açai too. There were only four, so I bought two.” “And I bought two.” Y/n answered. 

“And I went to the cashier and said ‘Lady, I’m not finding my best friend. But I will take this for her.’ and came back.” Emily said, trying to explain herself. “And I went to the cashier and stayed there in front of it, waiting for you. And then the lady came and asked if I needed help because I was just standing there. And I said ‘I’m waiting for my best friend, because I know she wouldn’t just leave me here.’ Well, I was wrong.” “But I'm a good friend as well, I remembered you.” Emily was now pouting at Y/n, being sorry for what she had done. “But I’m a better friend, because even with you abandoning me there I bought you this.”

“Okay, okay!” I intervened. “Both of you are good friends for each other. Now, we have to go to the film session and I will accept one of those.” I grabbed one from Y/n’s hand and she just rolled her eyes. “Next time, ask first. Come on Em, before she also decides to steal our seats.” Both of them got out of the room together, chatting about something else.

“Their sync is so good, that even when they do stupidity they do it together.” Caitlyn spoke and we all laughed. “Right?! They work together better than a lot of married couples.” Tobin was the one who commented now. So I have to give my thoughts. “Well, if you think about it. They are basically a married couple already, but are the only ones who can’t see it.” 

Y/n and Emily are always together, even though they don’t live in the same house, you can be sure to always find one sleeping or hanging out in the other place. Y/n is whipped for Emily, she can’t say no and if Emily says she wants something Y/n is there getting it for her. Emily is not far behind, she is not a big surfer fan, but it’s been some time that she is going with us to get some waves, just so she could stay close to Y/n. Last week Y/n got sick for three days and Emily slept the whole week at her house, just so she could take care of Y/n. They are always cuddling and whispering to each other during film sessions or team bonding nights. But according to them they are just friends.

You pov

“Y/n! Sonnett! I need your help.” Lindsey yelled, running to our direction. Practice has just finished and we have the day off tomorrow. So we were planning what we were going to do. “What happened?” Emily asked. “I have a date tomorrow, with this guy I met a few nights before.” “Okay… and what do you need our help with?” I was the one asking this time. “Well, I barely know this guy, and I don’t want to go alone there. So I told him that we were going on a double date.”

I looked at her confused. “I still don’t get it, what do you need our help with?” “Isn’t it obvious? I’m asking you to go on the date with me.” “Me? I think that ruins the double date thing, with only being one couple and a friend.” “Not only you, both of you. And then you pretend to be a couple and we go together. The plan is that if during the middle of the date he seems like a nice guy, then you both get out and leave me there.” “Lindsey! What were you thinking?” Emily was surprised with Linds’s idea. “What? You’re my best friends and are the only ones who I think could pretend well enough that he won’t get suspicious.” “So you don’t only want us to go on the date with you pretending to be a couple, but you are also kicking us out of it if it is great? That’s rude.” “ Come on, I can pay you dinner another time.” 

I looked at her and then at Emily. I don’t know if this is a good idea. Emily and I pretending to be a couple, things won’t end up okay. I have already watched movies like this before. “Only if you are comfortable with that. Don’t do it if you don’t want to.” Emily spoke, getting me out of my head. “And you want to?” “I mean… I wouldn’t mind being your girlfriend…” I look at her surprise with what she said. “... for the night, for the night of course. And pretend, pretend girlfriend.” She corrected herself, rubbing the back of her neck. “Okay, we can do it then. But I will charge you the dinner.” Lindsey smiled and hugged me. “Thank you!” 

The next day arrived, and it was time for the date. Emily was getting me in my house and we were going together to the place Lindsey told us. I heard a knock on the door and it was her.

“Wow, you looked beautiful.” Emily said, giving me a single rose. “Thanks. You are as well. A rose?” “Well, I know you don’t like flowers that much, so I thought a bouquet was gonna be too much. So I got a rose. I was gonna bring you a sunflower, I know it's your favorite, but the flower shop didn’t have any.” “The rose is beautiful, Em. Thanks. But you remember this isn’t a real date right?” I don’t think I imagined it, but I swear I could see a little disappointment in her eyes. “I know, but I’m getting in the character.”  

We got in the car and went to the restaurant. Arriving there we told the reservation names and we were taken to our table. But there were only two chairs. “Sorry, but I think there was a misunderstanding, the table was supposed to be for four people.” “No, the woman who called said it was a couple.” I looked confused at Emily, she only shrugged and asked the waitress. “Two couples, no?” “No, I’m sure it was only for one.” “Maybe she called before inviting us. You think you could add two more chairs?” “I will see what I can do.”

The waitress left and I looked at Emily. “I think I will text Lindsey, see if she is arriving already.” I grabbed my phone and texted her. A few minutes later came the response.

“I promise, I will kill Lindsey tomorrow.” “Why?” Emily gave me a confused look. I showed her the text. “She canceled the date and didn’t think about warning us?” Emily exclaimed. “Should we warn the waitress and get out?” “Why don’t we stay here and have dinner? We are already here anyway, we should just keep the act.” Emily suggested it to me. It wasn’t a bad idea. “We can do that.”

We sat on the table and waited for the waitress to come back. We let her know that the other chairs wouldn’t be more necessary and order our food. “So what do we do on a fake date?” I asked Emily joking about the situation. She smiled at me but it didn’t reach her eyes. We kept talking and acting normally, enjoying each other's company. 

“This fake date is being nice.” I told Emily after a while. “Yeah.” She didn’t look at me this time. But before I could ask if she was okay the waitress came and asked if we needed anything else. “Sorry to interrupt. But the couple wants to order a dessert?” “Yeah, want to share a Petit Gateau?” I asked Emily, we always share the dessert. “Of course.” The waitress took our order and left. “I think this dinner is going well, even the waitress believes we are a couple. We are great pretend girlfriends.” “I need to go to the bathroom.” She didn't even wait for me to respond, she just stood and walked away. Okay something is wrong.

Emily pov

I needed to go to the bathroom. It was getting too much. I just needed a breath and then I could go back and keep the acting. I started washing my face, when I heard the door opening. I didn’t pay much attention to it, since it was a public bathroom, but when she spoke I knew immediately who it was.

“Okay, what is happening?” I finished washing and drying my face and answered. “Nothing, I just needed to go to the bathroom.” “Come on Em, you know you can’t lie to me.” “You’ll be surprised.” “What do you mean with that? What is bothering you?” 

Okay, this is it. “Why do you keep saying and emphasizing that we are pretend girlfriends, that we are on a fake date?” She looked surprised with my outburst. “Because we are on a fake date, we are pretending to be girlfriends. Aren’t we?” I rolled my eyes. “The idea of dating me is too repulsive for you?” “Em, what are you talking about?” “What if I don’t want this to be a fake date? What if I don’t want you to be my pretend girlfriend?” “I don’t get it. You were the one who said first you were okay with coming on this date.”

I lowered my head and shook it. “I know. But I don’t like the idea of us getting out of here and I don’t get to hold your hand anymore and calling you babe.” 

She was in silence, she didn’t respond and for the first time in a very long time, I couldn’t read what she was thinking.

“Please, tell me something.” I begged. “Do you want to know why I kept saying this was a fake date and that we were only pretending?” I just nodded. “Because I have to keep reminding myself that this wasn’t real, that you were only my best friend, that you didn’t want this. Because if I didn’t say so, I would get fouled by thinking it was all real and I don’t know how I would recover when this was all over.” 

“So what about we stop pretending, and make it all real?” I grabbed her hand and we were looking at each other’s eyes very closely. “That depends.” Y/n told me. “Of what?” “Will you ask me on a real date this time?” I laughed, leaning in. “Definitely.” “And you won’t leave me behind this time?” “Come on, it was just one time. And I said I was sorry.” “I know, now come here.” She pulled me by my shirt and we kissed. God, I love this girl!

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

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It Takes 200 to Tango (Emily X Dancer!Reader)

Request: R is a back up dancer for a singer like Taylor Swift or Lady Gaga, and is dating Emily. They end up going to a club and doing the tango or something. The team is shocked emily can dance.

Author's note: So this one is a very very old request. Special thanks to @literaryhedgehog. We hope you enjoy. Hit us up with comments or requests.

You sighed at the table, taking a long sip from your beer. You wanted be with Emily on your weekend off, but that didn’t necessarily mean you wanted to be here. 

There had been a time when you were comfortable at a club, maybe when you and Emily were younger. When the two of you were still in college and you didn’t spend hours rehearsing. When you had more than a weekend together every 6 weeks. 

Your eyes followed her as she approached the bartender, ordering for her and several of her teammates. 

Being here was better than her being there without you. Even if you had to deal with bad music and people who didn’t know a jazz square from a chassé. 

“So you’re telling me Emily used to dance?” Kelley asked you, raising her eyebrow at you. 

You hummed, dragging your eyes away from your girl to meet hers, taking another gulp. “Yeah, she was a ballerina. She hasn’t told you?” 

Megan's head tilted at the information. “No. Is that why her posture is so impeccable?” 

Your shoulders lifted and fell. Emily’s posture had always been good. 

“Is that how you two met? Dance class or something?” Alex asked, wiggling her brows. “Did you teach her how to tango?”

“No. We met after she launched a soccer ball into my face,” A small smile played at your lips. “And I didn’t teach Sonnet to tango. She taught me,” 

“Taught you what, babe?” Emily asked, sliding into the spot next to you at your table, cocktail glass in hand. 

“The tango,” You answered, shifting so your arm was wrapped around her shoulders. “Taylor is still jealous I won’t dance it with her,” 

“Taylor… as in Swift?” Alex’s eyebrow arched. 

“Yeah,” you shrugged off handedly. “I’ve been one of her dancers since Red. She’s obsessed with all things romantic. Dances included.” 

“Valid. I still swoon every time I see the dancing in the Love Story music video.” Megan sighed. “That and the dance at Netherfield in the 2005 Pride and Prejudice movie have ruined my expectations for love.” 

You smirked. “That’s nothing compared to the Eras tour choreography. She’s letting me dance with a girl too,” 

Emily turned slightly to frown at you, setting her drink down sloppily on the table so a few drops slipped over the side of the glass.

You smirked. You always thought it was adorable when Emily was jealous. “But I wouldn’t let her put me in the tango she’s doing for I knew you were trouble,” 

“You told Taylor no?” Kelley asked incredulously. 

“Not exactly,” You said, leaning forward. “She knows that there are some things I don’t share,” 

“And the tango is one of them?” Kelley’s frown deepened. 

“Yep. My tango belongs only to Emily,” you said, moving your arm around her shoulder to trail your fingers over her skin. 

“That’s like weirdly romantic,” Lindsey chimed in, sipping her own drink. “Still, I won’t believe it till I see it,” 

“Yeah, Em is clumsy as fuck,” Kelley agreed. 

“Okay rude,” Emily protested. “I scored the winning goal game against Colombia,” 

“You whiffed so hard you did a backwards roll the last time we faced them,” Alex said looking at her nails in mock absentmindedness. “If you want us to believe you’re really that good a dancer, you’ll have to prove it.” 

“Yeah kid, put your money where your mouth is,” Kelley agreed, sharing a look with her girlfriend. “I say like… 50 is fair,” 

“200,” Emily shot back immediately. “That’s half of Y/n’s rate,” 

“Whoa, I’m not involved,” You said, shaking your head. You had learned long ago not to get involved in the shenanigans of the USWNT. The last time you had, you had ended up with blue hair and a fine from Lady Gaga’s tour manager. 

Emily shot a look at you. “You love me right?” 

You gulped, nodding. 

She leaned forward, so her grinning face was inches from yours. “Then you’re involved.” 

“I’ll pay the full 400 if you can actually dance,” Kelley shrugged, sipping her beer. “Wouldn’t want Y/n to feel cheated,” 

“200 is fine,” you said, rolling your eyes as you got to your feet, anticipating where this conversation was going, “I’m sure when we win, Emily will pay me back more than enough for making me dance - on my only day off - once we get home. Won't she?”

Emily smiled at you as she stood. “I’m sure I can make it worth your while.” She didn’t look away from you as she told Kelley what song to request from the DJ. 

Her fingers linked with yours as she guided you to the floor. 

You had never really been a fan of dancing in clubs. It was too chaotic. Too… unstructured for you to actually enjoy it. Too many people who would try to cut in like they knew anything. 

“Don’t worry, once we start, they’ll probably form a hole for us,” Emily hummed as if reading your mind. “Everyone likes to watch when people actually know what they’re doing, and you like it when people watch.” 

“That’s part of the fun of tour,” You agreed, closing your eyes as the song that was playing was slowly mixed into the song that belonged to you and Emily. 

You let the opening chords wash over you. You let the notes calm your racing heart as Adele began to sing. 

Skyfall was familiar, and you found it easy to slip into the leading role. 

Your leg slotted between hers, and you pulled her back into you. “Let’s see if you remember anything of value,” 

Your lips grazed Emily’s ear, and the shiver if sent down her spine didn’t go unnoticed. She liked the confidence that the music gave you. 

“Bold of you to assume I’d forget.” 

Your hips swayed together through the opening verse, slow, but steadily building. The warm up for what was to come. On the line before the chorus you slowly dipped Emily back, pulling her up so when the chorus hit, you both spun carried by her momentum. Her leg hitched around your hip, allowing you to lift her, even while her back toes dragged behind you in a familiar sequence. 

She twirled through and around your arms like it was second nature, and you guessed by this point in your relationship, it was. You didn’t have to think about how far to dip her as you spun, or worry about where her feet were. 

You just knew. 

It was the part of dancing that you loved. The moment where nothing else mattered besides you and your partner. The part where you didn’t have to think. 

It let your mind wander to more pleasant places. Like how Emily’s skin felt sliding against yours. How her fingers dragged against you more than they needed to as you spun her. How she completely let go and trusted you to support her weight as she leaned on one leg, the other out as high as it would go.  

It was clear she was teasing you as much as she was teasing her friends. 

You had danced with some incredibly talented people in your line of work, but that was work. Emily may not have the same level of training, but to dance with her was to dance with passion. You lifted Emily up into the air, and as the final note of the song held slowly let her slide down, eyes locked with hers. 

You couldn’t help but lean in and place a soft kiss on her lips, ignoring the clapping that surrounded you. 

“You know, you already messed up my plan for the evening. I was serious about that payment,” You said, pulling away and breathing heavily. 

She smirked, her finger catching your collar as she pulled away. “Don't worry, I’ll put my money where my mouth is.”

A low groan left your lips as she guided you back to the table where her friends were staring at you with wide eyes. 

“Pay up bitches,” 

This night was going to be very long if you had your way. 

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines #uswnt imagine #emily sonnett x reader #emily sonnett imagine #literalhedgehog

[desperate-gay]

oh my god I need a sonnett x reader for my SOUL,,, maybe a lil smut,,, some strap action- 👀👀👀

if you want a specific request maybe the reader plays for portland and has a rivalry with sonny and things get a lil heated after a match,,, 👀 xx

Rivals

Emily Sonnett x fem!reader

SMUT 18+

It is a friendly game between OL Reign and Portland Thorns. Even if the game had no potential value, it doesn’t mean the competition is any lower. Both teams have held a deep rivalry with each other for so long that neither will admit to defeat easily.

So here you are in the second half with only 5 minutes left of stoppage time and a tied score of 2-2. There have been many fouls called on both sides from the roughness of trying to keep possession of the ball, like right now. You’re trying to maneuver the ball closer to the penalty box, but the relentless defender Emily Sonnett will not allow you to do so with her arm wrapped around yours and her feet kicking at your legs. Eventually, she times her kicks a little too early, causing you to trip and fall.

The ref blows the whistle, signaling for a free kick as Emily approaches her trying to defend her behalf. The foul was committed a little outside the box, making it easy for you to kick it in or close to goal. After a minute, the defender stops her protests and gets in position while you adjust the ball to your liking. The sound of the whistle signals it is time to start, so you hold your arm up and kick high in the air, flying over the wall of defenders and allowing Smith to head it into the goal.

The stadium starts rumbling while the whole team runs to both you and Sophia, hugging you both in the middle. Reign kicks off the ball for a second only to be stopped by the blow of the final whistle. Everyone goes to hug the opposite team players, and when you go to hug Emily and back up, her hand grabs your hip and pulls you in her direction.

“You’re going to regret that foul when you’re panting underneath me tonight, begging for me to let you cum.” She mumbles it so the cameras can’t catch what she is saying to you.

Yes, both of your teams are rivals, and yes, you shouldn’t be sleeping with the enemy, but ever since you both ran into each other at a club, it’s really hard to stop. You were going out with a few of your teammates and you got a little too tipsy for your liking, but so did Emily. She started with teasing you and then dancing, but it led to you making out in the corner of the dance floor and stumbling into a cab together.

The two of you get along quite well, but you’re both afraid of admitting you could be something more than just fuck buddies, so you leave it like that. You’re also very competitive against one another on the field so that dampers both of your prospects on a relationship forming. There’s no harm in getting a few mind-blowing orgasms occasionally by someone you find extremely attractive.

“I bet you regret losing, don’t you?” You taunt back before making your way toward your team, stunning the blonde who stands still in her place. Yes, you both have your fronts, but whenever Sonnett makes a bold phrase like that, you’re usually immediately under her control. Today, basking in your win, you’re not going to give up that easily.

When you’re done rinsing off and changing, you head out of the locker room only to get pulled by your arm right away, confusing you and giving you whiplash. Noticing it’s Emily, you relax a bit, but you’re soon shoved into what seems to be a janitor's closet. Her hands grab your hips and slam you against the now-closed door before viciously attacking your neck without warning. She kisses any skin available and nips at the spots she knows drive you crazy.

“Sonny, what are you doing? Someone will find us.” The words spurting out your mouth are supposed to be filled with worry, but with her teeth scraping along your sweet spot, the words come out as broken sighs.

“The door is locked, and if you keep quiet, no one will know that we’re in here.”

“We are not having sex in a janitor's closet!” You whisper yell to get your point across without someone hearing you.

The older girl pulls away from the crook of your neck with a grin on her face. “Why don’t you come over to mine then, baby? I’ll show you who the rightful winner is.” You practically gulp at her sentence, answering her question with an eager nod, causing the blonde to chuckle. “So obedient.”

Emily opens up the closet and slips out to see if anyone is around. Once she sees that the cost is clear, she knocks 3 times on the door, signaling it’s okay to come out. When you come out, her arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you into her as she takes you to her car.

She leans down and presses a subtle kiss to your ear and whispers, “We’re gonna have so much fun, princess.”

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“Is this what winners look like? Begging underneath the supposed loser to cum?” Emily’s fingers drag tortuously in and out of you for what feels like the 30th time.

A thin layer of sweat covers your skin from the hours of edging as your legs tremble due to your body being overly sensitive. Right when you walked through her door, you were pushed against the door while Emily ripped off all your clothes one by one. You thought you’d be more on the rough side and still be able to get off, but boy were you wrong.

Her idea of showing you who the winner is is by having total control. Making sure your hands stay to yourself, feeling your walls clamp around her fingers only to pull away so you can’t cum, driving your body into overstimulation, making you look like a rag doll. Emily has been competitive at heart since she was born always competing against her twin sister to now playing professional soccer.

She adores it when you look weak beneath her. How she would love to just take a picture and show it to all your teammates to prove that you’re such an obedient girl for her, something no one would know from your facade on the pitch.

“Em, let me cum once. Just once, please.” You pant, whining when her fingers halt, once again stopping your approaching orgasm.

“Fine. But you wait until I tell you too, okay?” She grins seeing you instantly nod your head, showing just how much of a wreck you are, wreathing and panting under her.

Her hands hook under your knees, pulling them up and gesturing for you to hold them in place, spread wide enough for easy access. Right as her index and middle finger slip into you, a loud moan escapes your mouth which only makes the blonde’s smirk widen. Instantly, her digits are pounding into your dripping hole relentlessly, the wet noises from each thrust echoing through the room.

Your moans start to become more like squeaks, the overwhelming feeling of pain and pleasure flowing through you. Emily’s other hand comes up and her thumb begins to rub fast circles around your clit, making your orgasm build up faster.

“I’m close.” You pant, hips arching further into her hand only to be cut off by the blonde’s stern voice.

“Hold it.”

You whine, squeezing your eyes shut, trying your best to hold it in. Your whole body is going against the intruding pleasure, afraid if you do cum, you won’t be able to walk the next day. Reaching down, your hand grabs her bicep to catch her attention.

“Em, I can’t hold it much longer.”

“Wait until I give you permission.”

The build-up flowing through your bones is almost painful, so when Emily hears you whimper and whine, she gives you a sympathetic look before speeding up her thrusts even more. Broken moans spew out your mouth as your grip on her arm tightens, leaving moon-shaped indents on her skin.

“Cum.”

That’s all it took for your back to arch further up and your muscles to start twitching. Your eyes clamp shut as if it would hurt to ever open them again. Once the pleasure washes over, Emily’s thrusts never stop. Your body tries to run away from her hand but she quickly holds your waist down, trapping you beneath her.

“Awe, you thought you were done? Baby, we’re just getting started.” She tuts, maneuvering her fingers inside you, thrusting harder in the spot where she hears you gasp loudly.

A tear begins to run down your face from being so sensitive, but the mix between the sting and bliss makes you want to keep going, also to make the girl above you happy.

“Right there.” You pant, feeling your orgasm approaching already. Looking down, you see the defender’s veins popping out of her arm, turning you on even more and causing the coil in your stomach to snap suddenly.

You didn’t even mean to. You felt it coming but didn’t expect it to happen so easily. As you come down from your second high of the night, you turn your head to the side, afraid to see a fuming look from the blonde. The feeling of her lips attaching to your neck makes you jump and twist your head sharply to look at her.

“Flip over for me, baby.” Her raspy voice thicker in lust, hand grabbing your side to help you move. You let out a shaky breath and do as said, flipping onto your stomach. “You’re not in trouble, you’re just going to give me one more.” She assures, sensing your nerves.

Nodding your head, you take a few deep breaths and wait for the girl’s instructions. Her hands rub up and down your body, while her lips trail kisses from your neck down to your lower back.

“You’re going to ride my fingers and cum as soon as you have to. I won’t stop you this time.”

Her intentions softening but only slightly. When your arms hold your body weight as you slide up and down her digits, your hips stop at the edge of her fingertips, slightly stopping the overstimulation. Emily figuring it out, her other hand grips her side and slams your body down for you. She smirks when she hears a squeal slip from your mouth, her free hand now clutching on your ass, guiding your movements.

One tear now turns into strips of them running down your face. Your body feels slightly numb, but the way your muscles clench tightly against Emily’s fingers, you figure out you’re about to cum. You cry out as your hips stutter, your orgasm finished.

Emily pulls her hand away and flips you over, kissing your temple, whispering that you did so good for her. You hum in delight as she scratches your back, your face nuzzling into her neck.

After a few minutes, she gets up to grab a glass of water for you and a rag to clean you all up. Once you’re done, you settle onto her chest while you both sit in comfortable silence, listening to each other’s breathing, but when Emily takes a deep breath, you know she’s going to say something.

“I was just wondering, would you like to eat me- I meant eat with me. Damn it. Go somewhere and have…food?” She stutters over her words, making you smile.

“Is Saucy Sonny asking me on a date?”

“Depends on your answer. If you say yes, then yes I am, if you say no, I’m asking you to go somewhere with me so we can talk about how you’re going to get crushed the next time we play against each other.” She teases, her nerves washing away from your soft smile.

“I’d love to go out with you. It would suck to make you feel like a loser two times in a day.” You smirk but soon shriek from Emily biting your ear.

You both start to have light-hearted conversations, almost like you’ve been together for years. Rivals to lovers seem unrealistic but maybe you’ll accept that it can happen.

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

[writtenbymisunderstoodnerds]

Valentines day (Emily Sonnett x Reader)

I don't really know what this is. The idea randomly came to me so I hope you like it :)

Summary: Emily loves valentines day so despite them being in a fight, Y/n still does something for her.

Warnings- Tiny bit suggestive at the end

Words: 1.8k

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Emily and I had gotten into a pretty big fight a few days ago. We had barely talked or even see each other since with her staying in the spare room. I was meant to move to be with her, but there was a big project at work that I had to finish before I could. Well, I could have not done the project. It just meant likely missing out on a big promotion with my transfer. Understandably, Emily wasn't very happy about that because it meant a month or two before I could make the move. 

It was valentines day, we still weren't talking, but I wasn't going to not do anything because of that. With how pissed she was at me, she likely hadn't done anything for me, but I didn't care. I didn't care much about the day anyway. Emily loved valentines day though, I wouldn't take that away from her, no matter how annoyed I was.

Although I had to work today, I still wanted to make it as special as possible. Months ago I had made reservations at the fancy restaurant Emily had wanted to try. I didn't know if Emily would come to dinner with me, but I was going to be there to pick her up regardless. Before work, I made Emily her favourite breakfast. She was likely awake so I quietly peeked in the room to find her sitting up, scrolling on her phone. Emily didn't acknowledge me, only looking up when I placed the tray on her lap. I walked back to the door, stopping briefly before leaving. 

"Happy valentines day. I love you."

Just before the door closed I heard a quiet 'I love you'. It was something at least. I hadn't heard that in person since our fight. I would never go that long without telling her I loved her, so I had messaged her at least once a day. Emily always replied, sometimes even messaging me first.

Before leaving, I left flowers in a vase on the counter, making sure to put a fake flower in with it. Every time I got Emily flowers, I would add a fake one in. It had become sort of a tradition after we were messing around in shops one day and I jokingly held up a fake flower, telling her I would love her until it died. I also added a massage/spa voucher, a nail voucher and a letter. It was written before our fight. Everything in it was still true though so I wanted her to read it.

Hi my love, 

Happy valentines day. I want you to know how much you mean to me, not just on Valentine's Day, but every single day. You are my rock, my partner-in-crime, and my favourite person to spend time with. I love you more than words will ever be able to express. 

You bring light into my life in ways I never imagined possible. Your laughter and smile is infectious, it fills me with so much happiness, love, and warmth. Everyday with you is an adventure, filled with love, laughter, goofiness and so much more. Being with you is the happiest I've ever been. I can't wait for the adventures, the boring, the fun and everything else that awaits.  

Unfortunately, I have work to do today, but you deserve to be pampered like the royalty you are. Go enjoy your day getting pampered, then put on something semi fancy and a little sexy ;) I'll pick you up at 6:30. 

I love you more than words can describe <3

P.S I'm going to love you until the last flower dies.

-Y/n

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Today had probably been one of my least productive days at work. I had spent the entire day thinking about if Emily would actually come to dinner with me. I would convince myself she would, then the doubt would creep in and I would convince myself she would stand me up. 

At 6:30, I was waiting in the living room for Emily. To be honest, I was still half expecting her to not come out. Thankfully, a few minutes later she appeared, wearing a knee length, halter neck red dress with black heels. My eyes roamed over her body, taking in every inch of her. Fuck, she looked incredible. I stood in front of her, not touching her because I wasn't sure where we actually stood. "You look incredible Em."

"Thank you, you look amazing Y/n/n."

I offered my arm, internally smiling when hers looped with mine, "You ready to go?"

"Yeah. Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

Emily was super excited when she saw where we were. Throughout dinner, things were slightly awkward, but we had both seemed to put our fight to the side for now at least. We talked about our days and any light hearted topics we could think of. Even though things were still a bit awkward, I was incredibly happy to be talking again. I did miss touching her though. We were a very touchy couple, especially in private. Normally, there would be arm or leg touches, random kiss or cuddles. Tonight there was only a few minutes of hand holding and a cheek kiss. 

"Thank you for today by the way. I haven't been pampered like that in a long time. You didn't have to make me cry with that letter though."

"You deserve to be pampered Em. You also know I'm better with written words then spoken."

"It was beautiful. I didn't forget or just not do anything by the way. Your gift is just running late, it should be here tomorrow."

"You know I wouldn't care if you didn't get me anything."

"I know, but you deserve to get spoilt as well."

After dinner, we found ourselves walking along the waterfront. We weren't talking or touching, but it was nice regardless. I didn't want to go home still on bad terms with Emily. The fighting was exhausting, I missed my girlfriend and just wanted to finish the night cuddled up with her. So when we came across a bench, I sat down, patting the spot next to me. 

A few minutes of silence passed before I decided to speak up, "I wasn't sure if you would come tonight. Honestly, I was expecting to be stood up."

"We may be fighting, but I wouldn't miss this for the world Y/n/n. I know you. Which means I know you thought about this and booked this months in advance. I know you put a lot of thought into valentines day because you know I like it. You put so much effort into this for me, I love you too much to just disregard that."

My fingers laced with hers, kissing the back of her hand,  "I don't want to be fighting anymore. I miss you."

"Me neither. I guess I was just hurt that you didn't want to come with me."

I turned so I was facing her, hands holding both of hers. I wanted her to see how serious I was, to remove any doubt about me wanting to be with her. After closing the distance, I couldn't imagine ever going back to that long term. I needed her to understand that. 

"Emily, I'm still coming with you. Not coming with you has never been a thought let alone an option. I just need a month or two to finish this project. It's not ideal, I know that, but this project will get me to the point in my career that I've been working toward for years. It'll mean less hours, more autonomy over what I do."

"Maybe didn't want to come was the wrong way to say that. I was worried that you would change your mind and decide you didn't want to move. Or what if the project runs longer or something happens."

"Hey, listen to me. You are my future Em, there is nothing that would make me not want to move with you. If I stay, even if the project runs longer, I will be coming to you in 2 months at the absolute most."

"If that happens you won't get your promotion."

"I'll figure it out if that happens. There will be other options if it comes to it. Look, if you really don't want me to stay, say the word and I'll move when you do. Our relationship is more important than a job."

Emily squeezed my hands, shaking her head quickly, "No, this is a huge opportunity for you. I'm not going to take that away from you because I got scared. Besides, you're moving because of me, it wouldn't be fair. Get that promotion then come home to me. I know it was a bit of an overreaction, we've done long distance before, it's just been a while and that fear creeped in. I love you Y/n/n."

"I love you. I will always come home to you, you are my home Em. Now that we've sorted that, kiss me because I miss that."

Emily cupped the back of my neck, lips connecting with mine in a rough, passionate kiss. Things got heated quickly so I pulled away as we were still in public. "I missed you."

"I missed you too. I'm sorry for being so stubborn."

"It's okay, let's not make a habit of it though. Since it's valentines day, can you tell me what my gift is?"

Emily chuckled, pecking my lips quickly, "Nope. You can be patient one more day."

"Fine. Can we get ice cream then go home and cuddle now?"

Emily winked, "Just cuddles?"

My fingers ran along her thigh, slipping under her dress, "Maybe spicy cuddles."

---

The next day, Emily and I had spent most of the day in bed sleeping after a long night and cuddling. I had surprised her with breakfast before confusing her by getting back into bed. Normally, I would have to work, but after the last few days, I had decided to take the day off to just spend time with her. About mid afternoon, Emily dragged us out of bed to shower and finally get dressed. I didn't understand her rush to get ready until there was a knock on the door.

"Are we expecting someone?"

Emily smiled excitedly, "That's probably your gift. Go open it."

I slowly opened the door to find a large teddy bear on the other side. I figured it was a delivery person holding it so I awkwardly said hello, waiting for them to move or something. The teddy bear was handed to me, though when I looked up, it ended up on the floor. Standing in front of me, was my bestfriend that I hadn't seen in person for over a year. He had moved out of the country and things were busy so visits were few and far between. I jumped into his arms, holding him tight for who knows how long. We had been friends since birth pretty much, this was the longest we had gone without seeing each other. 

I pulled away, letting him inside before hugging Emily, "You did this?"

Emily smiled, wiping away my tears, "I know you how much you were missing him."

"Thank you Em. I love you so much."

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[lets-get-saucy]

All You Can Eat – Emily Sonnett x reader (smut)

Summary: I mean, the title kinda says it all

Warnings: smut with the tiniest bit of plot ;)

Normally, Emily was the one in the relationship to do all the cooking. It wasn’t that you couldn’t cook, you just didn’t like too. Plus, Emily’s cooking just tasted better. Tonight, however, was one of the rare nights that you were in charge of dinner. Emily had a late practice tonight and knowing she would be tired and hungry after, you told her you would make dinner.

You decided on something easy that you knew Emily would also enjoy, pasta. How hard could it be? You just boil the noodles and dump them in sauce. Simple. Sure you could make something a little more complicated but pasta was good and there’s no way you could mess it up.

You were just pouring the noodles into the boiling water when you heard Emily walk through the door.

“Babe?” she called out, you could hear her taking her shoes off, before setting her keys down.

“In here love” you called back.

Stirring in the noodles, you felt two arms wrap around your waist. Emily’s front to you back as she held you. She placed a kiss to your neck sending shivers down your spine. Leaning your head to the side to allow her better access, you tried to focus on the pasta in front of you.

“Someone’s needy today”

“Just missed you” Emily said, placing more kisses along your neck, her fingers softly moving against your lower stomach.

Turning around in her arms you place a kiss to her lips, your arms wrapping around her neck pulling her closer. Emily nips at your bottom lip before pulling away slightly causing you to frown.

“What are you cooking?” she ask, her fingers squeezing your hips.

“Just some pasta,” you say before turning back around to check on the noodles.

Emily rest her head on your shoulder, her fingers still taunting you. In another pot you put sauce, stirring it around trying to focus as Emily’s fingers trace the waist band of your shorts.

“Babe, I’m trying to cook” you push back against her.

This only eggs Emily on more as she grips your hips pulling you into her so your body is flush against hers causing a gasp to slip out.

“I’m not doing anything, just admiring my girlfriend cook dinner,” you can her the smirk in her voice.

She kisses the back of your neck before resting her head back on your shoulder. It's becoming harder to concentrate as need pulses through you.

Emily lets out a chuckle as you almost drop the spoon you were using to stir the sauce when she bites at your sweet spot.

You could feel how wet you were getting, “Em, please.”

“Just keep cooking baby” she says against your neck, her hands slipping slightly under the waist band of your shorts.

Cooking pasta never requires that much attention but your mind was now completely preoccupied. One of Emily’s hands dipped into your underwear, her fingers tracing down your slit.

“You’re so wet for me,” she moaned biting at your ear.

You lean back against her, one hand gripping the edge of the stove the other grabbing Emily’s forearm. Her fingers lightly brush against your clit causing you to moan. Her fingers softly work at your clit, you try to move your hips, needing more, but Emily’s other hand has a firm grasp on you hip holding you in place.

Taking her hand out of your shorts, Emily brings her fingers up to her mouth sucking on them.

“so sweet” she moans.

Turning around in her arms to face her, you grab her neck pulling her in for a kiss. You can taste yourself on her lips as your tongue traces her bottom lip.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” Emily said in between kisses as she moved down your neck “its been distracting me all day.”

“Em, please” you say with a whine.

That was all it took for Emily to lift you up, your legs wrapping around her waist, before she sat you down on the counter away from the stove. Lips never leaving yours, her tongue slips in your mouth, while her hands knead at your ass. Moaning your rock your hips forward needing some kind of friction. Pulling away, Emily takes your shirt off, sucking and biting at your collarbones as she slides your bra straps down your arms before taking it off.

“Gorgeous,” she mutters, her hands tracing up your sides.

You nipples are hard under her gaze. One of Emily’s hands comes up to play with your nipple, softly teasing. You can’t hold back a moan as Emily’s mouth connects with your nippl,e her tongue swirling around it. Your hands find her hair as you arch into her touch. Emily’s hands run down your thighs, scratching gently before moving back up to your shorts. You lift your hips to help her get your shorts off, the cold air hitting your center causing you to shiver, goosebumps spreading across your skin. Emily grabs your hips again pulling you to the edge of the counter, her thumps stroke at your inner thighs making you clench around nothing.

“Look at you baby,” she says leaning back to look down at you, “already a mess for me.”

“Emily just touch me already,” you say, your body thrumming with need.

Emily arches an eyebrow at you moving her hands down you thighs, further away from where you need them. You huff in annoyance. Emily had worked you up and was taking her sweet time with you.

“Want to try that again baby girl?” Emily ask, her hands barely touching you now.

“Please touch me, I need you so bad,” you say with a pout.

“That’s better,” the blonde smirks at you.

Emily leans down pressing a kiss to your lower stomach as her hands move you legs apart even further allowing her full access to your core. You’re practically dripping and cant help the gasp that leaves your lips as she nips at your inner thigh. Emily knees down on the floor in front of you placing your legs on her shoulders.

The sight of Emily between your legs almost has you coming undone without her even really touching you yet. Her fingers scratch up your thighs before she grabs your hips holding you in place.

“god, I don’t think I’ll ever get over seeing you like this” Emily says before licking up your slit.

Your fingers fist her hair trying to pull her closer, “Emily please.”

She gives in to your plea, her tongue finding you clit circling it before licking down to your entrance dipping her tongue in. You moan arching back as her nose brushes against your clit. Licking back up you, her tongue finds your clit again and you grind your hips into Emily’s face.

“Do you want my fingers baby?” the blonde ask, pulling away for a second.

“god, yes”

“Yes what?” Emily stops what she’s doing causing you to whine.

“Yes please.” You say and are rewarded with two of her fingers entering you.

Emily’s tongue goes back to your clit, this time with more pressure. Her fingers start off slow, building you up but the combination of her fingers pumping in and out of you as well as her tongue on your clit has you overcome with pleasure. Emilys free hand holds your hips still, keeping you close to her face. She picks up the speed of her fingers, thrusting into you hitting your g-spot with each thrust perfectly timed with her tongue. You feel your orgasm begin to build low in your stomach.

“I’m so close baby,” you manage to get out.

“Be a good girl and come for me,” Emily says, her fingers somehow increasing their pace.

Emily swirls her tongue around your clit, gently sucking. Her actions send you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you. Moans and Emilys name fill the kitchen as Emily works you through your orgasm. Your breathless as you come down, Emily licking up your juices, pressing the occasional kiss.

“You did so good baby,” Emily says as she gently takes your legs off her shoulders before standing.

You pull her into your body, wrapping your legs around her waist. Emily tucks some of your hair behind your ear before kissing your lips.

“The pasta,” you say, pulling back with a jolt.

You could smell the food burning, the scent burning your nose, Emily just laughs pulling you back to her.

“It’s okay baby, I just ate” she says with a wink.

Rolling your eyes you here her stomach growl. You look at her with one eyebrow arched.

“Okay so maybe we can just order food,” Emily offers.

“I like that idea,” you say pulling her back in for another kiss.

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[reminiscingtonight]

Emily Sonnett [Masterlist]

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All's Well That Ends Well

Endlessly

Canceling Plans

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[wosoimagines]

Saucy Wedding - Emily Sonnett/Reader

This is Part 2 to Lover. Also not really chaotic, but I think it is pretty cute.

prompt: I absolutely loved Lover! Is there any chance for a follow up with USWNT chaos & a wedding?

warnings: none

words: 2531

(Y/N) POV

I sighed as I messed with my bow tie once again. My hands were quickly swatted away from the bow tie. I sighed as I turned to look at Christen who sent me a small glare.

“You can’t even fix it yourself,” Christen scolded. I rubbed the back of my neck at that. I knew that she was right. “Why are you so nervous?”

“Well, for one, I decided to let Lindsey of all people officiate,” I pointed out. Christen only raised an eyebrow at that. I knew that I had ultimately decided to let Lindsey officiate after Emily had begged me. “Two, I am marrying the literal love of my life.”

“Yeah, but it’s Sonny,” Tobin pointed out from where she was standing next to Christen.

“Which somehow makes it a little worse too,” I said. Tobin and Christen shook their heads at me. “It would just be right up Emily’s sleeve to plan chaos for today.”

Both of them went silent at that. They knew that I was right. It didn’t help that the entire national team was here, along with some of the retired vets as well. And some of Emily’s old Portland teammates. We both even had college teammates and friends in attendance as well.

There was absolutely no telling what Emily would have planned with them.

“We’re ready. We’re ready,” Kelley said as she darted toward us. I looked down at the defender. “Frat Daddy Jr. is ready. Just start the music and we’ll be good to go.”

I nodded at that before giving Christen and Tobin one last smile. The three of them moved to take their seats as I moved to talk to Lindsey one last time.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N),” Lindsey said as she put a hand on my shoulder. “Emily loves you. Trust me on that.” 

I nodded at that. I moved to stand at the front as everyone began to find their seats. Once everyone had sat down Lindsey gave a nod to the pianist and the cellist who began to play Cannon in D.

I raised my head to look to the doors that opened to where I saw Emily standing. Everyone stood up as they turned to look at Emily. 

I, however, was immediately reaching for the tissue in my jacket pocket. I used it to wipe at my tears.

Emily began walking forward before Lindsey gave me a small nudge. It snapped me out of just staring at Emily before I walked down the aisle to meet her in the middle. Emily grinned at me once I held my hand out to her. The blonde placed her hand in mine allowing me to lead her the rest of the way to the alter.

Once we reached the front, we both faced Lindsey.

“Don’t worry, I’m not like Sydney and won’t make you all stand the entire time,” Lindsey joked. A lot of our national teammates chuckled at that as they remembered how Ash and Ali’s wedding had been. “You can be seated.”

Everyone in the audience sat down. Emily and I slightly turned to each other.

“Welcome everyone!” Lindsey greeted after a moment. “On this beautiful day, (Y/N) and Emily have brought us together to celebrate their love and union in matrimony. Thank you all for joining us and being a part of their love story.

“After years of nurturing a beautiful, strong relationship, it’s great to see these two tying the knot and taking the next step towards building a family. If you’ve had the fortune that I have, you have witnessed (Y/N) and Emily meet, from a rom-com worthy friendship that started with Emily smacking (Y/N) in the face with a soccer ball to falling deeply in love with each other.

“I remember the day Emily told me about their first date. There was a light in her eyes that I’d never seen before. She was excited and nervous. She worried that (Y/N) didn’t feel the same connection she felt. Little did she know that (Y/N) was already calling her ‘the one.’“

“How could I not fall in love with you so fast?”

Lindsey shoved my shoulder which drew more laughs from everyone else.

“Did Saucy Sonny put you up to this?” I asked. Even more laughs came from the audience and even from Emily. “So that you two could make it a Saucy Wedding?”

“Shut up and let me conduct the ceremony,” Lindsey hissed.

“Don’t worry, I fell in love with you fast too,” Emily said softly.

We both ignored Lindsey’s glare as we stared at each other.

“It warms my heart to see the way (Y/N) looks at Emily. (Y/N) looks at Emily as if she’s the last and only woman on Earth, and to (Y/N), I know she is. I’ve seen these two be there for each other through life’s unexpected twists and turns, only growing closer and stronger from each setback. I’ve seen them share laughs, collect a library of inside jokes and most shocking of all, I’ve seen (Y/N) share her desserts with Emily, which is when I knew this was serious.

“Marriage isn’t easy but I trust these two. I have trust in their love, their friendship, and their commitment to one another. I know they’ll be there for each other, I know they’ll be loyal, and I know they’ll spend the rest of their lives growing and learning from one another. With that, I think it’s time to let them speak on their love.”

“(Y/N) and Emily, have you come here today of your own free will to declare your commitment to one another?”

“We have,” Emily and I both said at the same time.

“Do you promise to be there for each other in the good and the bad? To grow with, understand and respect one another during your life together?”

“We do.”

“Then please face each other and share your vows.”

“You know, I started writing this months ago, but goodness how they have changed in the past twelve days,” I admitted. Emily smiled at me and I could only return it. “What a week we have had. The first of many hard decisions we will have to make together, the first of many challenges we will face.

“With you, I know I will never have to do anything on my own. This past week has been a true testament to the woman you are and the wife you will be. A drop everything because I need you, work past midnight to catch up kind of wife. An ‘it’s never too late to do the right thing’ kind of wife. A ‘what can I do to help you’ kind of wife.

“I knew you were ‘the one’ when I realized that you truly are a better person than me. I admire you and look up to your for all the good you bring to this great big world. You are so blessed with the rare heart of a servant and your thoughtfulness touches everyone’s life you are a part of. Your core is one of a kind and I am the richest person to get to marry you, Emily Sonnett.”

I didn’t miss the tears that escaped Emily’s eyes.

“I think I’m going to need that tissue you have.”

I chuckled at that but I pulled it out to offer it to Emily who took it before wiping at her own eyes. Emily took a deep breath before she looked back up at me.

“(Y/N), of all the people you’ve met and places you’ve visited you ended up here - with me. It is a very powerful and humbling fact,” Emily stated. I grinned at that. “Through the years we have faced obstacles, some harder than others, that have helped us build the strong foundation of our relationship. It has shown me your unwavering love, constant support, and silent strength.

“Thank you for loving my fun, crazy, loud self. I promise to encourage you to follow your dreams. I promise to continue to challenge you to be the best version of yourself. I promise to make you laugh, when you’re taking life too seriously. I promise to love you unconditionally. I promise to put you first and never lose our spark. I promise to never stop singing my own made-up songs, although I know you wish I would. Our journey as a family has only just begun and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.

“(Y/N), you are the person I choose to spend forever with, as my true soulmate. As my lover. I chose you in 2018, I choose you today, and I will continue choosing you forever. I love you.”

After a moment of silence, Lindsey softly cleared her throat as she pulled out the rings.

“Let these rings represent your eternal love and the promises you have made here today. Let them be a symbol of your unbreakable bond and this new beginning of your life together with no end in sight.”

“(Y/N), take Emily’s ring and place it on her finger and repeat after me,” Lindsey said. She gave me a moment to pick up Emily’s ring. “With this ring, I promise to love and cherish you to the end of my days.”

“With this ring,” I started as I began to slide the ring onto Emily’s finger, “I promise to love and cherish you to the end of my days.”

“Emily, take (Y/N)’s ring and place it on her finger and repeat after me,” Lindsey said. She gave Emily a moment to pick up my ring. “With this ring, I promise to love and cherish you to the end of my days.”

“With this ring,” Emily started as she slipped the ring onto my finger, “I promise to love and cherish you to the end of my days.”

“Your love has now been strengthened by the promises you have made here today and the rings you have exchanged.”

I grinned at that before bringing Emily’s hand up to her ring.

“(Y/N) and Emily, we have heard the sincerity in your promise to share your lives in marriage. We recognize your love and support your decision to build a home together. By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you wife and wife. 

“You may kiss the bride!”

I immediately pulled Emily closer me before I pressed the kiss to her lips.

“Everyone, give it up for Mrs. and Mrs. (Y/L/N)-Sonnett!”

I grinned as Emily and I took down the aisle. I knew that everyone else would be headed to the reception while Emily and I took pictures. The two of us had fun getting the pictures with just each other before we had pictures taken with our families and even some of our friends. I had made sure that Christen and Tobin were included in our family pictures though.

Soon enough we were back at the reception eating before our first dance. Eventually, Kelley was the one to announce that we were going to have our first dance finally. Everyone crowded around the dance floor as I wrapped my hands around Emily’s waist and her’s wrapped around my neck. Lover filled the silence as we both danced to it.

Once Kelley announced it was time for the father-daughter dance, I let go of Emily after I pressed a kiss to her lips. I watched her for a moment as she moved over to her father before I turned. I easily found Tobin and Christen who were standing together. I walked over to them before I grabbed Tobin’s wrist.

“Come on,” I grinned at her. Tobin and Christen threw a look at each other. “Look, you and Christen and practically my parents. And between the two of you, you’re the dad in the relationship.”

“(Y/N),” Tobin hissed as her face flushed.

I didn’t listen as I dragged her out onto the dance floor. How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You) by James Taylor started to play and I didn’t give Tobin the option as I forced her to dance with me.

“Come on, admit it,” I said softly. Tobin only tilted her head at me. “You appreciate that I dragged you out to do this.”

“Okay, I am a little,” Tobin nodded her head. “But Christen will be even happier if you drag her out for the mother-daughter dance I assume you guys are doing as well.”

“Wait until you find all of the pictures we’ll have,” I grinned. 

While we had a professional photographer for most of the day, we had also gone ahead and given our guests disposable cameras to turn in at the end of the night so we could get the pictures that our friends and families wanted to take. I was sure that Emily and I would sit down and go through all of them one day since we had nearly a month off for our honeymoon. 

“No bad ones will be given out, right?”

“I can’t make any promises about that.”

Before long, the song ended and I moved to where Christen was standing before holding my hand out as Kelley announced that we would be having a mother-daughter dance before we invited everyone onto the dance floor. Christen sent me a smile as she took my hand.

Lean On Me by Bill Withers started to play as I swayed to the music with Christen. I had caught a glance at Emily dancing with her own mom and they looked like they were having fun.

“I never have thanked you,” I said softly. Christen opened her mouth but I shook my head. “You and Tobin both took me under your wing in 2015. I can never thank you two enough for that. You gave me the family I had been looking for.”

“You never have to thank us for that,” Christen said as she reached up to wipe a tear from my cheek. “Tobin and I love you and we would do anything for you, (Y/N). Maybe one day we’ll even make you a big sister.”

“Yeah?” I asked. Christen nodded in confirmation. “I’d like that. Big sister has a nice ring to it.”

“You’d have to come over and help though.”

“Emily and I could be like the older sisters/cool aunts just because of the age difference.”

“Maybe Emily doesn’t always come over.”

“Don’t like my choice of a wife?”

“You know I love your choice of a wife. It’s just Emily can get a little chaotic.”

“What do you think I love so much about her?”

Christen shook her head at me. Once the song had ended, the DJ immediately began to play even more music allowing the rest of our guests to flood the floor as I found Emily before the crowd completely descended on us.

This was what I had been waiting for. This moment where my life was complete. I had the family I had spent most of my life searching for. And I had the love of life who was now my wife.

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[storiesforthemoonchild]

Family Day | Emily Sonnett x Reader

dropping this cause the USWNT doc came out today. I feel like Saucy would be the most chaotically fun wife lol. request is here... Enjoy :)

“FAMILYYYYYYY DAYY!” A mess of blonde curls makes her way into the room screaming. 

“Amelia, inside voi-,” you attempt to remind your daughter only to be cut off. 

“FAMILYYYY DAYY,” Your wife jumps up from the bed matching the energy of your 5 year old. 

“YESSSSSSS!”

“My loves please!” You sigh. “Inside voices.” 

“Sorry mom,” Emily mocks, making a face that your daughter smirks at.

You shoot your wife a warning glare that makes her throw her hands up in surrender. “Are you two ready to go?” You ask while throwing the last of your necessities in a bag. 

“Yes ma’am,” your wife says saluting you and immediately having it mimicked by your daughter. You roll your eyes and Emily seems to finally pick up on your slight annoyance. “Go put your shoes on baby saucy,” she ushers her mini me out the room. 

“Actual shoes baby girl, not your cleats,” you yell after her. “Please stop calling our child baby saucy.”

“Aw come on she loves it and this one,” she places her hand on your 6-month pregnant belly and rubs, “baby saucy #2 will love it too.” 

You accept the kiss she places on your lips before speaking, “I need you to be my wife today, not my second child okay?” You joke stroking along her arms. 

Emily huffs, crossing her arms in a pout, “I’m always your wife.” You kiss away the pout, smiling as she pulls you into her arms. “All good?”

“All good. Now go make sure she puts on an actual pair of shoes please,” again she salutes you before sprinting out of the room. You roll your eyes playfully at the gesture.

You can’t help but love her playful nature, that’s what made you fall for her in the first place. Emily had the title of fun parent sealed from the moment you gave birth, probably even before. She would tell jokes to your stomach and jump in excitement when she felt the baby kick in response. You adored your very adult second child.

The time she spent away during the season between national team duties and away games was hard. While the result didn’t end how they would have liked, you were happy to have her home consistently for a while, but nowhere near as happy as your daughter, Amelia.

The 5-year-old had planned a whole family day to the Zoo and Aquarium down to the very last detail. It was the focus of every conversation over the last week. Emily entertained her with poorly drawn out schemes of how they would travel through every exhibit. A star placed over the lion and shark exhibits, as they were ‘TOP PRIORITY’.

When you walk to the living room to gather the troops, the sight you see is absolutely adorable. The two perched identically on the edge of the couch, Amelia with one shoe on and the other in Emily’s hand as she uses it to point out different tactics taking place during the WSL game on the TV.  You snap a quick photo before making your way in.

“Oh are we staying in? Let me take off my shoes and get back in bed. Baby Saucy has been a bit moody in here all morning anyway,” you say dramatically.

“NO!” They both shout, scrambling to put on the final shoe and rushing towards the door.

You shake your head amused and meet them by the door, “I knew you liked the nickname,” Emily teases, placing a kiss to your cheek as you quickly shove her away with a laugh. 

The day goes about how you would expect. You are being dragged around by both arms, one in Amelia’s and the other in Emily’s, going through each exhibit. 

“Mommy LOOK!” 

“Babe, keep up.”

“Mommy quick the lions are out.”

“Do you think we should get her a baby lion for Christmas?”

“Can we take the baby shark home?”

“Scratch the baby lion, maybe a baby shark?”

“LOOK! LOOK!”

They would say things to you and sprint away before you could even give a response. You were rightfully tired, a grateful sigh leaving your lips when you finally made it through the last exhibit. “Okay my loves, let's get ready to wrap it up.”

“Should we throw mommy in?” Emily jokes, acting like she’s going to lift you up bridal style.

“Nah, I want to meet the baby,” Amelia shrugs, rubbing at her eyes a tell-tale sign she was tired.

Emily scoops the girl up in her arms, causing her to immediately snuggle against her. All the excitement quickly being replaced by exhaustion. “Ready to go baby girl,” Emily coos, only to get a sleepy nod against her chest in return.

You’re endeared by the bond the two of them share. While she loved to play and joke around with the 5-year-old like they were best friends, nothing was better than seeing her be the protective mama bear. She rubs a soothing hand against her back, “Mama, can we get a shark?” Amelia asks.

“Yeah baby girl. We can get whatever you want.” 

Your eyes triple in size at the statement, making Emily smirk. She pulls you into her side, placing a kiss on your forehead. She grabs your hand, leading you towards the gift shop and you chuckle in realization. 

Amelia is knocked out before you even make it to the car. Emily puts her in her carseat sure to tuck her new stuffed shark securely in her arms for the drive. “How are you feeling?”

Your head hits the back of the seat with a sigh, “Very happy and very tired,” you smile.

“Today was fun. I love you both so much,” Emily leans over the center console to kiss you. “And I love you the most baby saucy #2,” she coos at your stomach. 

“We all love you too babe. I think I deserve a foot rub and massage tonight. What do you think?” 

“I think that sounds amazing,” Emily agrees, switching the car into gear and placing her hand on your thigh. 

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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

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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?”

—

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.

—

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.

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