#emily sonnett x reader
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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.
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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.
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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."
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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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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.”
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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.
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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
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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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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
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Pumpkin Carving Gone Wrong - An Emily Sonnett Imagine
Hello I'm back! The first of 2 (two!!) Halloween fics. I know most of you voted jflem for this but the idea I had just fit Sonnett I really had no choice
Summary: Basically what the title says. Sonnett and R try to carve pumpkins and it all goes awry
TW: Blood mention
Y/N loves Halloween. It’s arguably her most favourite holiday of the year, the costumes, the candy, the whole vibe, she loves it. It’s great for her that her girlfriend, one Emily Sonnett, loves Halloween too. Halloween provides such a great atmosphere for pranking and scaring their friends, so naturally, Sonnett gets really into Halloween.
“You still wanna carve pumpkins this weekend babe?” Y/N asks.
“Of course I do, I wanna carve something funny on mine.”
“Like what?” Y/N asks. She walks over to where Sonnett is frying up a tortilla.
“It’s a surprise,” Sonnett says.
No matter how much Y/N asks, Sonnett won’t tell. As curious as she is, she knows her girlfriend is twice as stubborn and won’t say a word until she wants to. So Y/N knows she has to wait until this weekend to know what Sonnett is planning on carving onto her pumpkin.
Finally, when the weekend arrives, Y/N is doubly excited. Not only does she get to carve a pumpkin, which she loves, she also gets to finally find out what her girlfriend is planning. They go to the store and pick out two pumpkins, one each. Y/N’s is fairly normally pumpkin shaped, but Sonnett picked the most disformed, oddly shaped one they had. Typical.
They get home and start carving. Y/N splits her focus between her own pumpkin and trying to decipher what Sonnett is carving. Then Sonnett looks up and notices Y/N’s interest.
“Hey! Focus on your own pumpkin,” Sonnett says, “Let me work in peace.”
“I just wanna know what you’re carving!”
“You’ll find out when I’m done!”
“Please,” Y/N whines, “Just tell me!”
“No!”
Y/N leans over and tries to look at the front of Sonnett’s pumpkin. Sonnett laughs and pushes Y/N away. They struggle for a few moments before a sharp pain makes Y/N stop. She looks down and notices her own knife, which she set down before trying to look at Sonnett’s pumpkin was closer than she remembered, and that she accidentally dropped her hand on top of it. She sees a few inches long slice down her thumb and blood beginning to drip from the cut.
“Oh shit.”
“What? Did you mess up your pumpkin?” Sonnett asks. She looks over when Y/N doesn’t respond and her face pales when she sees the cut.
“Oh fuck.”
Sonnett scrambles to her feet and returns with a large amount of paper towel which she presses to Y/N’s hand. It’s entirely too much for how large the cut actually is, but Y/N doesn’t have time to say anything about it until Sonnett starts panic rambling.
“What do we do? Does it hurt? Do you feel dizzy? Do we need to go to the hospital? We should go to the hospital. We definitely should because it probably needs stitches and you could bleed out and oh god what if you bleed out–”
“Emily Sonnett!” Y/N says loudly. Sonnett’s head snaps to Y/N. “Take a deep breath. I’m not bleeding out.” Y/N looks down at the paper towel which is slowly turning red. “I probably need stitches, but I am not bleeding out. Calm down.”
“Okay. Okay. So what do we… What do we do?”
One long hospital trip and five stitches later, they’re on their way back home. Sonnett stayed with Y/N the whole time they waited for a doctor and the whole time they put the stitches in, even if she gagged a little when they were putting them in. They come back and see the pumpkins still waiting on the kitchen floor.
“Will you tell me now what you were carving?” Y/N asks.
“I suppose since you were willing to cut your own thumb off to know,” Sonnett says, “I was gonna do a ghost and then say it was Rose because she’s so pale.”
Y/N laughs, she can’t help it.
“Honestly, stitches and all, it was worth it to make you tell me before you were finished.”
#emily sonnett#emily sonnett x reader#uswnt imagines#uswnt imagine#emily sonnett imagines#uswnt#woso imagine
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Y/n: "I heard your alive"
Emily: "Ofcourse I'm alive"
Y/n: "How disappointing"
Emily: "Exuse me?"
Y/n: "Now watch me burn all the memories of you"
Emily: "What did I do?"
Y/n: "You betrayed me"
Y/n: "You took the last chocolate chip cookie"
Y/n mumbling: "Burn butcher burn"
Alex: "She is once again quoting song lyrics"
#incorrect quotes#incorrect woso quotes#woso x reader#incorrect uswnt quotes#uswnt x reader#woso#uswnt#alex morgan x fem reader#alex morgan x reader#alex morgan#emily sonnett x reader#emily sonnett
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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.”
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“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.”
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“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.”
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“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.
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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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Masterlist
Started: 13th October 2022
Last Updated: 24th Febuary 2023
Total Fics (so far): 32
Who I Write For
Footballers X Reader
Mapi León
Oh...F*ck...ow
Ah Sh*t
Couple Goals
Will you, Mi Amor?
Alessia Russo
You should wear that more often
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Good Look | Coming soon
Unfortunate | Coming soon
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Meeting The Fam
Euros Love
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Finally
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Mic’d Up
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Please Mi Amor
Caught Red Handed
Caught Read Handed Part 2
Mierda
She Said Yes
Nala
Damn...your stunning
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A Holiday! Finally | Coming soon
Plus One | Coming soon
Nobody Knows | Coming soon
Moving | Coming soon
Emily Sonnett
That’s a lot of People
Ouch | Coming soon
Guro Reiten
The Looks
Number One Supporter | Coming soon
Really?! Wow... | Coming soon
Clàudia Pina
Oh My God…
Georgia Stanway
So Annoying…
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Esme Morgan
Do It | Coming soon
Lauren Hemp
Forced Confession
Janine Beckie
Change Of Plans
Ellie Carpenter
Come On Then | Coming soon
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Cute | Coming soon
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Talented
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May I?
Pernille Harder
The Love of My Life
Niamh Charles
Wasn’t The Same
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Damn Baby
Corrupt System | Coming soon
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I Can’t Help It
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Not How I Planned
Millie Bright
Cheffin’ It Up | Coming soon
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Dios Mío
Couples
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Date Night | Coming soon
Reunited | Coming soon
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Unexpected Lovers | Coming soon
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Coming Out to Mother | Coming soon
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She’s My Mother
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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Going Under the Knife (Emily Sonnett x Kelley O'Hara x Reader)
You knew surgery was a big deal, which is why you'd did your best to hide it from your teammates, particularly Emily Sonnett and Kelley O'Hara, two women who were currently dating and two women you were desperately in love with. However, a single phone call draws them to the hospital, and to your bedside, where everything changes.
Your heart clenched roughly in your chest, your anxiety spiking as the IV punctured your skin, resting within a vein that would be used to lull you to sleep so the surgery could begin.
You knew your teammates would be livid when they realized you’d hidden your injury from them, but if there was one thing you didn’t like, it was to be fussed over.
You’d assured them time and time again that the slight limp you developed after a rough tackle during the World Cup was nothing to worry about, that the grimace on your face when you walked was nothing, and that the groan when you pulled your cleat off was in relief and not excruciating pain.
You stare at the white ceiling above you, glancing at the empty seat resting at your bedside.
You knew you should’ve told someone, anyone, that you were about to face a four-hour surgery, but again, you didn’t want to be fretted over.
Despite that, you knew you should’ve told THEM specifically, knowing that once they found out you were in the hospital and hadn’t told them, they would be far from happy.
Kelley O’Hara and Emily Sonnett had been dating for well over a year and considering this had been the first actual holiday they had together, you didn’t want to intrude on that.
Your heart again clenches in your chest, the surgery the furthest thing from your mind when you think about the couple.
It didn’t take long for feelings to develop between you and the couple, the light caresses, and the flirty retorts making you fall harder and harder for the pair.
No matter how hard you fell, you knew that they would never be interested in you, how could they when they already had each other?
You’re pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of a clearing throat, your eyes widening when you see your doctor standing before you, the man wearing blue scrubs.
“Are you ready Ms. Y/L/N?” He asks and you inhale deeply, your eyes fluttering shut as you nod reluctantly.
“I’m ready.”
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Alex Morgan rolled her eyes playfully as Servando chased her daughter around the living room, Charlie giggling wildly as he caught her, swinging her up into the air and kissing her face over and over again.
Alex’s brows furrow when her phone, which was resting on the counter begins to ring, the woman making her way across the room to pick it up.
She hums at the sight of the unknown number stretched across the screen, a number starting with, what she knew, was the area code for Seattle, Washington.
She clears her throat before answering, ducking into the kitchen to escape the noisy living room.
“Hello?” She asks.
“Is this Alex Morgan?” The woman on the other end of the phone clearing her throat.
“Ye-Yes, this is her.”
“Hello Ms. Morgan, this is UV Medical Center, calling in regards to a patient of ours, Y/N...”
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Considering you spent your early years on the Orlando Pride alongside Alex Morgan, she almost immediately took you under her wing, the woman becoming not only a mentor to you, but something akin to an older sister.
It was soon after that, that she became your emergency contact, the woman the only one you trusted to handle an emergency.
Thankfully for her, she had yet to receive a call concerning your health, unfortunately, this was the day everything changed.
The second she’d hung up with the receptionist she immediately called the first woman who came to mind, her longtime friend and teammate Kelley O’Hara, who she knew was in Seattle with Emily Sonnett.
“Hey Al, what’s--”
“Did you know Y/N was in the hospital?” Alex cuts her off, noting the hitch in Kelley’s breath.
“N-N-no, what happened?!” She asks anxiously, her voice quivering, her distress alerting the blonde who’d just made her way back from the bedroom and into the living room.
“What’s wrong?” She asks, Kelley waving a dismissive hand in her direction, the defender listening intently to the woman on the other end of the phone.
Without warning, Kelley leaps to her feet before rushing towards the door, stuffing her feet in her shoes before grabbing her jacket, the anchor holding her into place being Emily Sonnett, the woman’s hands resting on her back.
“Kel, what’s wrong?” She asks nervously, the woman turning towards her, her brown orbs wide.
“Y/N’s in the hospital, we have to go.”
And with that Emily too begins rushing to grab her things, the pair slamming the apartment door shut behind them as they rush to UV Medical Center, and to your side.
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Despite the fact that UV Medical Center was MASSIVE it didn’t take them long at all to find where you were, Kelley rattling off what Alex had relayed to her on the car ride to the hospital.
You’d gone under the knife for ankle surgery over 5 hours ago, the extent of the injury you’d entered surgery for becoming much more prominent the deeper the doctor’s dug beneath your skin, which eventually resulted in a call to your emergency contact, that being, Alex Morgan.
“While we’re here, we’re getting added to the Emergency Contact list.” Kelley had mumbled as they rushed through the hospital towards the waiting area outside of the surgery suite you were currently located in.
Seemingly, the receptionist knew who they were, considering the second they spoke their names, she’d waved someone over, that someone leading them out of the waiting room towards a nearby elevator.
“The surgery went on longer than we expected, there was more damage to the ankle than we anticipated.” He explains as the elevator doors slide shut.
“Is she awake?” Emily asks, the man shaking his head.
“We had to increase the amount of anesthesia we used, so we’re having a hard time getting her to wake up.”
Kelley turns to Emily nervously; the nervousness Kelley is feeling conveyed right back at her from Emily’s hazel orbs.
“Do you know how long it’ll take for her to wake up?” Kelley asks, her fingers tangling with Emily’s, the blonde giving her hand a squeeze.
“We don’t know.”
The second the elevator door opens the man is leading them down the hall and into a nearby room, that turns out to be a secluded waiting room, offering the pair privacy.
“We’ll inform you immediately when she wakes up and leaves the recovery room.” He smiles softly, leaving the pair in the empty room, a TV hanging in the corner playing softly as the pair sit side by side on a small couch.
"Do you think she’ll be okay?” Emily whispers, resting her head on Kelley’s shoulder, the woman taking her hand, giving it a squeeze.
“She will be.” She whispers, unwilling to put her anxiety and worriedness into words, choosing to remain hopeful for the sake of the blonde beside her.
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As the time ticked away, the anxiety and fear within both women began to grow, and after an hour had passed, that anxiety was near teeming over, that was until the door clicked open softly, the man from earlier giving them a small smile.
“Ms. Y/L/N is in her room; I’ll take you to her.” He smiles, the pair jumping to their feet and rushing down the hall behind him.
“She may be in and out, she’ll DEFINITELY be groggy thanks to her pain medication, but she’ll be back to herself in no time.”
It doesn’t take long for the pair to be ushered into a room, the two immediately zeroing in on your ankle, which hangs well above you, your ankle wrapped tightly in bandages.
Kelley glances at Emily, seeing her own concern written on her face, the two slowly making their way hand in hand to your bedside.
A soft whine draws their attention to your face, your face which is currently scrunched up as you tiredly survey your surroundings before your eyes again flutter shut.
Silently, the doctor makes his way out of the room, the door clicking shut softly behind him, the three of you now left in complete silence.
You hum, turning towards the two, your eyes remaining shut before you peek between your eyelids.
“They must’ve really given me the good shit if I’m hallucinating.” Your tired eyes darting from Kelley to Emily and back.
“I’ll call and tell you guys later.” You whisper tiredly, your eyes fluttering back shut.
“You don’t have to tell us anything Y/N, we’re right here.” Emily says, giving your hand a squeeze.
“Alex called us.” Kelley says, shaking her head when you start to sit up.
“Well, I better call her back then.” You grumble, glancing around the room, your eyes still shut as you search for your phone.
“Sit still Y/N.” Kelley whispers, placing her hand on your shoulder to hold you in place.
“But I have to call Alex, she called me.” You mumble, completely unaware that the woman had indeed NOT called you.
“No Y/N, she called us.” Emily says, unable to bite back a smile when you turn to her in confusion.
“She called me, she didn’t call you, you’re not real.” You slur, the older defender on the opposite side of the bed cupping your cheek.
“But we are real.”
You shake your head.
“No, Kelley and Emily are on holiday together, because they love each other, not me, they wouldn’t come visit me.”
Kelley and Emily share a glance, Emily tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“What do you mean Y/N?” She asks softly and you growl.
“Just what I said, they don’t love me, not like I love them.”
The pair stiffen, hearts stalling in their chests as the stare at one another in not only shock, but elation.
“What do--
Kelley’s cut off by a loud snore, the pair turning their attention back to you, realizing you’re again fast asleep.
Kelley gently caresses your cheek as Emily runs her fingers through your hair.
“Looks like we have a lot to talk about when you wake up, huh?” She whispers, ducking down to kiss your temple, Emily following suit moments later.
The blonde reaches across the bed, covering Kelley’s hand with her own, the pair sharing soft smiles before turning back to your sleeping form.
It didn’t take a genius to see that Kelley O’Hara and Emily Sonnett were absolutely smitten with Y/N Y/L/N, the moment they met.
The pair had been fearful when it came to their feelings for you, fearful it may end their relationship, but when they came to the realization that they both felt the same way about you, both had attempted to pursue you, something you were unfortunately not aware of.
However, with the sudden realization that you too felt the same, they knew everything was about to change.
“Do you think she meant it?” Emily whispers and Kelley smiles, glancing across the room at your sleeping form.
“I think she did, high mouths speak sober thoughts. I guess we’ll just have to ask her when she wakes up.” Kelley smiles, turning abruptly towards Emily when she sniffles.
“What if she didn’t mean it?” She asks, voice barely above a whisper.
Kelley cups her cheeks, resting for forehead against the younger woman’s before she presses a kiss to her lips.
“We’ll just cross that bridge if we come to it, okay?” She whispers, and Emily nods, the blonde unable to bite back a smile when Kelley kisses the tip of her nose.
“Okay.”
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It’s well into the afternoon that you begin to stir, pulling Kelley and Emily’s attention away from one another and onto you, the two leaning forwards in their seats, which they’d taken residence in beside your bed.
Your eyes crack open, your teeth clenching in pain, the overhead lights making your head throb.
Despite that, you keep them open, Y/E/C orbs darting from Kelley, to Emily and back.
“Wh-What are you guys doing here?” You ask, your voice rough and raw.
Kelley grabs a nearby cup and holds in to your lips, letting you take a greedy sip before she speaks.
“Alex called us.”
Your brows furrow.
“Alex?”
Kelley nods.
“The hospital called her, they found more damage to your ankle then they first thought, they wanted permission to continue the surgery.”
You hum, glancing sadly at your ankle, which is still hanging high off the bed.
“Looks like you’re going to have a lot of down time.” Emily smiles sadly, caressing the back of your hand, causing your cheeks to flush.
“Yeahhhh...” You sigh, leaning back, your eyes fluttering shut as your head rests against the pillow behind you.
“Why didn’t you tell us Y/N?” Kelley asks and you sigh.
“I didn’t want you guys to worry, I knew you planned on spending the holidays together, and I didn’t want to ruin it.”
Emily scoffs.
“You could NEVER ruin our holiday, honestly, we were going to come see you anyway.”
Kelley’s hand rests on top of yours and Emily’s.
“We really wanted you to be a part of it.”
Your eyes double in size, your heart skipping a beat in your chest as you glance down at your joined hands, your cheeks flushing.
“You had some things to say when we got here...” Kelley starts, and your brows furrow.
“I-I did?” You stammer and she nods.
“You did.”
You swallow roughly, your heart racing wildly in your chest, the thought you may have confessed your feelings making your palms go clammy.
“Wh-Wh-What did I say?” You stutter, eyeing your blankets nervously.
“Well, you didn’t think we were real.” Emily smiles and you chuckle, shaking your head.
“What else did I do?” You ask Emily and Kelley sharing a glance, which goes unnoticed by you.
Kelley clears her throat.
“You said we didn’t love you.” She whispers, your head snapping upwards, your eyes locking with her dark brown orbs.
“Wh-What...?” You stutter, sliding your hand out from beneath there’s only for Kelley to catch your hand before you can rest it in your lap.
“You said we didn’t love you, like you loved us.”
You mouth falls open, your eyes darting between the two women as your cheeks redden, the tips of your ears beginning to burn as your gaze falls to your lap, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.
“I-I-I'm so sorry... Y-You weren’t supposed to find out... I-I-I... I mean...” You mumble, unable to look at the two women.
Unbeknownst to you, Kelley glances at Emily, who nods, the woman cupping your cheek before turning you towards her, your eyes glassy as they meet her brown orbs.
“I don’t know where you got that idea.” She whispers, your eyes widening dramatically when Emily glances at Kelley.
“What idea?” You ask, your voice quivering, Kelley tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“The idea that we don’t love you like we love each other.”
Your heart stalls in your chest, your eyes darting from brown orbs, to hazel orbs and back, your breath hitching when Kelley’s brown orbs drop to your lips, her tongue running along her lips before she begins leaning in.
Your breath catches in your throat, the thought that this may still be a hallucination still prominent in your mind, that is until Kelley’s lips meet yours for the first time, her hands gently cupping your cheeks.
All thoughts of this being a hallucination leave your mind as the woman kisses you softly, your bottom lip trapped between hers as the two of you kiss, parting with much reluctance.
Kelley’s forehead rests against yours the woman smiling softly.
Moments later she’s pulling away, her forehead being replaced by Emily’s her hazel orbs locking with yours as she leans in, her eyes fluttering shut as her lips too, meet yours.
You cup her cheek boldly, your fingers tangling in her hair as you kiss, the woman sighing against your lips.
Again, you part, the blonde pulling back, only to turn your head, kissing your temple softly, the older of the pair resting her head against your own as well.
“So, what do you think now?” Kelley whispers and you chuckle.
“I’m thinking I REALLY hope I’m not still hallucinating.”
Kelley chuckles as Emily giggles, their laughter contagious despite the pain you’re currently feeling.
"How can we convince you that this is real?” Kelley asks and you grin.
“I mean, a few more kisses might help.” You shrug, unable to bite back a grin.
Kelley and Emily share a glance, the two grinning before Kelley leans back in.
“I think that can be arranged.”
#uswnt x reader#kelley o'hara x emily sonnett x reader#so'hara x reader#kelley o'hara x reader#emily sonnett x reader#id love to hear what you think!#ive never written for so'hara so be gentle. XD
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You destroyed me (when all I did was love you) (Emily Sonnett x Reader)
This is a bit different to what I normally write. I like happy endings, I like writing happy endings, but my world is falling apart so this time there isn't one. Hope you enjoy this anyway.
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Part 2
"You cheated on me."
It was like a slap to the face that Emily would accuse me of something like that. She was the person that I wanted to spend my life with. Emily was the only person I wanted, I loved her more than anyone would ever know. I had never even thought about anyone else since I met her. I had planned on proposing to her tonight, "What are you talking about? Emily I would never do that, you know that."
Emily scoffed, "Don't fucking deny it Y/n. They saw you with him, they saw you holding hands, kissing him for fuck sakes."
"Emily, I didn't cheat on you, I would never cheat on you. I love you."
She stepped back when I reached for her, tears welling in her eyes, "I can't do this Y/n. Just go."
Tears started to for in my own eyes, the fear of losing her making it hard to breath, "Em-"
"I said go!"
Reluctantly, I walked out. Deciding it was better to give her space right now. Instead I decided to go find the team and figure out what the fuck happened that caused this. Looking at the time, it was likely they were all at lunch. So I took a minute to compose myself before heading to the meal room. All the conversations silenced as I walked in, glares being thrown my way.
"What did you say to her?" Everyone ignored me, "Tell me what you fucking told her, now!"
Kelley pushed her chair out loudly, storming up to me until we were practically chest to chest. She always was protective over Emily, "We told her the truth. That we saw you with someone else. You cheated on her Y/n, did you really expect us to keep that from her?"
I took a deep breath, calming myself as my anger rose. It wasn't necessarily their fault, they just could have handle it slightly better. If they had just come to me first, it wouldn't have gotten to this far, "And what exactly did you see?"
"You all over a guy, in the middle of a café, like you didn't even care if you got seen."
It clicked who they had seen. My twin sister and her boyfriend. I hadn't thought to tell them that they were around the area for the weekend, "You seriously think I would cheat on her? Let alone with a guy. You didn't see me."
"We saw you!"
"No you didn't!" I pulled up a picture of me, my sister and her boyfriend, holding it out for them to see, "You saw her. If you had just taken a second to talk to me instead of running straight to Emily, this could have been avoided."
Kelley took a step back, face softening, "Y/n.."
"Don't, I have to go try save my relationship." I ran up the stairs to mine and Emily's room, not hesitating to go straight in. Emily was it for me, she was the person I loved most in this world, I wouldn't let her go without a fight.
My heart shattered when I opened the door. A sight greeted me that made me want to be sick. All I could do was stand and stare as I watched Emily on top of Lindsey, her lips attached to Emily's neck, Emily's head thrown back. It felt like the world came tumbling down around me. I wanted to yell, scream, cry, anything, but all I could do was watch. The door slammed behind me, making the two of them jump apart. Emily's eyes widened slightly, Lindsey's following suit as they scrambled further apart.
"Y/n," Lindsey said carefully, but my focus was on Emily. The girl I thought would be my forever, the girl I had grown up with, the girl I trusted with everything. The girl that had just shattered my heart into pieces that would likely never be able to be fixed.
My voice was calm as I spoke. A bad sign to anyone who knew me, "I guess I know how much I actually meant to you."
"You cheated on me first," Emily replied, trying to sound confident, but her voice faltered.
"No I didn't. The girls didn't see me, they saw Maya with Andy. You know my sister? The one that looks exactly like me."
I watched as Emily's face fell as she realised what had happened. She stepped forward, but I just stepped back. If she touched me, I would break completely. If she touched me, I would go back to her, but I would never trust her again. I would never be able to kiss or touch her without seeing Lindsey's mouth and hands on her. Constantly worried that if something happened again, then she would run to someone else. I couldn't live like that.
"Y/n I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. This didn't mean anything, I just wanted to hurt you like you hurt me. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry please forgive me. I lov-"
"Don't. If you loved me, you would never have even thought I would cheat on you, with a guy of all people. You never would have allowed someone else to touch you regardless of what you thought happened. I trusted you Emily, I trusted you with the parts of me that no one else ever saw, I trusted you with my heart. My heart which you just ripped into pieces that can never be fixed. All I ever did was love you, I would have done anything for you. I was going to ask you to marry me tonight, all I wanted was to spend my life with you, but you destroyed me Emily. I can't do this anymore. We are done Emily. I'll send your stuff back to you."
Without another word I packed my stuff and walked out, ignoring Emily's pleads and Lindsey's apologies. Coach gave me permission to skip the rest of camp so I decided to go home. I knew everything there would remind me of her, but it was better then here. The rest of the team were leaving the meal room as I entered the lobby. They stopped when they saw my bags, "What happened? Where are you going? If Emily didn't believe you, we can talk to her."
"Emily and I are done. She has Lindsey now."
"We're sorry Y/n."
I didn't blame the team, they were only doing what they thought was right. It wasn't their fault that Emily had jumped straight into bed with Lindsey. I just couldn't be around Emily, maybe one day, but not right now, "I'll see you guys soon."
I walked out of the hotel, throwing my bags in my car before turning to throw the ring box in the water. It wasn't something I wanted to hold onto anymore. Just as I was about to get in the car, a hand on my shoulder stopped me. I turned around to find Christen and Tobin, the only two people that hadn't been apart of this. They had been out, having a lunch date. "Where are you going?"
"Home."
"Why? What happened? Where's Em-"
"Don't say her name. We're done. She can tell you what happened. I can't be here anymore."
Christen pulled me into a hug, one that I accepted gratefully. She has always been my bestfriend. I don't know if I'll ever be okay again, be able to open myself up to anyone like I had with her, but I knew I had them so one day I might be okay. I pulled away, wiping the tears that had escaped.
It was a 2 hour drive back to my house in LA, but I was already thinking about all the ways I wouldn't make it back. All the ways I could end the pain that was radiating through every part of my being. I didn't want to die, but the pain was overwhelming. If they hadn't shown up, I don't know what I would have done. "Can you drive me home? I don't think I can without doing something stupid, but I can't be here anymore."
"Of course I will Y/n." Tobin ended up driving as I curled into Christen in the back seat, tears falling as sobs ripped through me. Christen held me tightly without a word, hand rubbing my back until the sobs died down and only the occasional sniffles remained. I knew Christen was texting the team to find out what happened, but I didn't care. I couldn't bring myself to explain what happened.
Christen wouldn't let me go home, not after she found out what happened, not when she knew that everything would remind me of Emily. So I ended up at her apartment, cuddled between them in bed. Christen had decided she was going to stay with me despite my protests that she would be missing camp. She wouldn't take no as an answer though, claiming that a few days wouldn't cause any harm. I knew it was bullshit, there was still at least a week left of camp.
One of the girls was going to pick Tobin up tomorrow morning. She had offered to stay as well, but I had managed to get her to reluctantly agree to go back. It was bad enough that Christen was missing camp just for me. It eased the pain just a tiny bit knowing that Christen and Tobin had my back no matter what. I eventually fell into a restless sleep, comforted by the warmth provided by Christen and Tobin while still wishing it was Emily instead. It would never be her again though.
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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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peak at my upcoming sonnett fic
“Sonny, what are you doing? Someone can 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 janitors closet!” You whisper yell to get your point across without someone hearing you.
The older girl pulls away from the crook of your beck 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. “Such a needy girl, my needy girl.”
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All’s Well That Ends Well
Emily Sonnett x Reader
Word Count: 6k
[WOSO Masterlist]
The first time you meet Emily Sonnett, you think she’s the hottest person you’ve ever seen. Granted you don’t know her name or who she really is during that first night, you can’t deny how attractive you find her.
Celebrating the successful launch of your latest business project, you’re out with a few coworkers and friends when you hear the rambunctious laughter break out somewhere behind you. Your head snaps to the side, trying to find the source, quickly zooming in on a table tucked into the corner, a group of women drunkenly playing a game of darts.
The woman you’re drawn to instantly is dressed in a muscle tee, armed with two beer bottles, and giving zero fucks about messing with her friends’ dart shots. She jumps from person to person, nudging them right before they shoot, screaming random phrases, really anything to be a thorn in everyone’s sides. You find yourself lost in her looks for a moment, nearly choking on your breath when she pulls her shirt up to wipe away some sweat on her face. Holy shit, she’s got some abs.
You force yourself to quickly look away before your brain takes you to an extremely inappropriate place. You’re not sure if you want to order yourself another drink or go splash water on your face.
You do your best to feign interest in your suddenly dull conversations with your coworkers. Every couple seconds you hear a loud noise from the corner and you have to fight the urge to look over there.
You think you’re doing a pretty good job at being covert, only stealing glances every now and then, but when the object of your admiration comes sauntering up to you, a confident smirk on her face, you know you’ve been caught.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
You hide your flusteredness with faked bravado. “Does that line actually work for you?”
The blonde’s smirk only deepens. “It does when the woman I’m trying to charm has been stealing multiple looks at me from across the room all night.”
You cough, choking on the sip of beer you’ve unfortunately decided to take at that moment. You know you’ve been caught, but you didn’t think she’d outright call you out for your staring.
“Sonnett.”
You tilt your head in confusion. “Like the poem? Uh, what about it?”
The blonde lets out a bark of laughter, shaking her head. “No, my name. Sonnett, Emily Sonnett. All my friends call me Sonny or Sonnett or some sort of variation of that.”
“Oh are we friends now? I’ve known you for, what, twenty seconds?”
Emily gives you a grin. “Feisty, I like it.”
You roll your eyes at her but there’s a smile playing on your lips.
“This is usually the part where you tell me your name…” she trails off, giving you a look when you don’t offer the piece of information yourself.
It’s your turn to smirk at her, seeing the way she blushes when she asks for your name. “Who’s the eager one now?”
But she doesn’t back down from a challenge. You should’ve known someone like her loves to play dirty.
“What will it take? Do you want me to flex for you?” Emily’s words are accompanied by a demonstration.
You can’t help the way your eyes instantly drop down to her arms. If you thought her muscles looked attractive and drool worthy from the other side of the room, that’s nothing in comparison to seeing them up close and personal.
Noticing the dazed look on your face, Emily smirks. “Or if you’d prefer something else…”
Your hand shoots forward to stop Emily before she can lift her shirt up to show you her abs. The way her eyes sparkle tells you she definitely didn’t miss you staring at them earlier either.
Faced with two choices, tell her your name or suffer a slow strip tease, you know there’s only one way this will all end.
Emily Sonnett’s going to be the death of you.
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It’s easy being Emily’s friend.
After the first night you run into her and her friends, you’re not embarrassed to say you look her up the second you get home.
You’re surprised when you find out that all of them are professional soccer players (not that it’s that surprising, given their pristine physiques). You’re even more surprised when you spot the message in your DM’s by the Portland defender the morning after.
[Sorry, I hope this isn’t weird. But I totally forgot to get your number last night.]
It’s followed by three equally as adorable texts.
[My friends and I are getting a late brunch later today if you want to come?]
[Oh shit, sorry, I hope you don’t think it’s weird I looked you up.]
[I also probably shouldn’t double text. Or quadruple text now? Sorry. Just ignore me. I won’t be offended.]
You end up joining brunch. It’s not as awkward as you think it might be.
The two of you trade multiple texts back and forth the next couple weeks. Emily sends you countless memes, you send her slightly more coherent comments about your day.
A month passes and you’re not sure how you ever lived a life without knowing the soccer players. You go on weekly coffee dates with Emily, hikes with Lindsey, art museum explorations with Tobin. Their whole crew is lovable and you often find yourself looking forward to the next time you get to see them.
Today you’ve all made plans to go try out this new cafe down the street from Providence Park. This has been their latest venture in trying to convince you to go to one of their games. They’ve all taken to bribing you with all sorts of treats and although you have no qualms with going to a game, you just want to see how far you can drag it out before they catch onto your amusement.
You’re late to show up, having to fix a late minute bug in your project before you left. Most of the girls are already sitting down with their drinks by the time you arrive. Although Ellie slides you your drink with a smile, you can’t help but notice the lack of a certain jokester hanging around.
“Where’s Em?”
Lindsey looks confused for a second, not sure who you’re referring to. The second it clicks, she’s gesturing over her shoulder to where the blonde is still at the counter. “Oh, Sonny’s somewhere over there.”
“Probably in the process of charming the barista’s pants off,” Caitlin smirks into her mug.
Your face instantly falls. You could’ve sworn you and Emily were building something, the flirting between you guys growing more genuine and softer with every day. Trying to act unbothered, you nonchalantly ask, “Oh… she does that a lot?”
Ellie throws her arm around you. “Sonny’s a wild one, that girl. Give her thirty minutes and she’ll have made the whole room fall in love with her.”
You miss the way Lindsey glares at Ellie, whispering harshly into the younger player’s ear after she pulls her off you. You deflate even more at the Australian’s words, staring dejectedly into your coffee.
Your solemn mood only lasts for a couple seconds. Clenching your jaw, you huff out an annoyed breath.
You know what? Screw Emily. If she didn’t see you the way you saw her, that’s her loss. That night in the bar brought you her, but it also brought you these other, cooler people you’ve had the pleasure to get close to.
Lindsey eyes you carefully, not missing the set in your shoulders.
The midfielder is in the middle of telling you about the team’s recent game in New Jersey when Emily makes her first appearance.
“You’re here!” The blonde’s face brightens as she plops into the empty seat beside you. You simply give her a hum before turning your attention back to Lindsey.
Emily shoots her friend a look from behind your back but Lindsey shrugs, also confused by your sudden disinterest in the defender.
You spend the rest of the morning ignoring the defender. You get more than a couple weird looks from everyone, all of them having already spotted the way you’re often found glued to the blonde’s side during days out together. Emily tries getting your attention a couple times, but the petty bitch within you only gives her one word responses.
When the lot of you head out the door, ready to go your separate ways, Emily grabs ahold of your hand. You spin around, feigning a look of annoyance. In reality, your heart’s racing at the thought that Emily cared enough to chase you down.
“Are we okay?”
“Why wouldn’t we be?” You meet her gray green eyes with a steely gaze.
Emily only looks more upset at your detached tone. You have to stop yourself from crumbling right in the spot.
“You’ve just been… are you mad at me? Did I do something?”
A beat passes. You really want to say something else that will hurt her. To make her feel as insecure as she’s made you feel this morning.
But Emily looks like she’s two seconds away from bursting into tears. Like even one wrong word will change the uneasy look on her face into one of despair.
“No, I’m just…” you sigh, knowing you’re going to hate yourself for folding so easily. “I’m sorry, it’s been a long past couple days.”
Emily perks up a bit, looking a bit relieved but also concerned. “Oh, okay. Is there anything I can do?”
You let the soccer player wrap an arm around your waist, rest her head against your shoulder. You want to curse at the way your body instantly melts against her, letting the hands running up and down your back sooth you.
“No, it’s fine, I-- just keep being you.”
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A couple years pass. You’re there when the people who’ve become your best friends play in one of the biggest tournaments in their lives. When the people who’ve become your best friends go to the World Cup. Win the World Cup.
A couple years pass and your feelings never go away. You still get a flutter in your chest every time Emily looks your way. You still want to kiss her every time Emily gives you a soft smile.
And then Emily tearfully announces her departure to Orlando. You think that’s as much as you can take until you convince yourself that three hours won’t be too bad. She’ll just be on the other side of the country but it won’t be that bad.
But then a couple months later Emily tells you about Sweden and you nearly break down in tears. You’re well aware that’s not a normal reaction from a friend, but you’ve already been missing Emily so much, having never gotten used to the lack of her presence in Portland. Lindsey has grown to have a bigger part in your life, you rarely spending a day without seeing each other, but still, she’s no Emily Sonnett.
The two of you make do with what you have.
Emily wakes up early just so she can catch you before you leave for work. You set an alarm in the middle of your day just to call Emily before she goes to bed. On days she has games, you make sure to watch them, no matter what time they’re at.
Having Emily so far away in Sweden hurts, but it gets slightly better with each passing day. At least that’s what you tell yourself. You tell yourself it’s getting slightly better when you can’t bike down the streets without thinking about the way Emily would poke fun at your lack of biking skills. You tell yourself it’s getting better when you can’t try your hand at latte art without thinking about the way Emily would do a much better job at it than you.
You tell yourself it’s getting slightly better until one day it actually does.
It all starts with Emily telling you about her return to the NWSL. You're instantly clutching your stomach, laughing so hard you can barely stay upright.
“Why are you laughing?” Emily looks a little peeved, but not too annoyed through the screen of your phone.
“I’m not laughing at you, promise. I just… I’m moving to DC too, Em.”
Emily looks stunned for a second. “Wait, you’re not pulling my leg, are you? Because if you are, that’s mean.”
“I’m not joking. I got a promotion but the position is in DC.”
It’s quiet for a second. Emily’s mouth has fallen open, a look of wonder and awe written all over her face.
“We’re going to be in the same city again?” Her voice comes out soft, disbelieving.
Emily’s face breaks out into a smile when you nod.
“Holy shit we’re going to be in the same city again!” Emily’s wiggling so hard that you’re half afraid she’s going to fall out of her seat. “Wait until I tell Linds, she’s going to be so jealous.”
Your life in DC is not too different from the way it was in Portland.
The only difference is now instead of watching Emily through the screen of your phone or laptop, you get the joy of seeing her in person.
You and Emily slip back into life together smoothly. You slot right back together where you left off. Emily brings you to most of her events, you take her to yours. It’s rare to find one of you without the other. The other day you’re pretty sure you heard Kelley call you “Emily’s support person.”
Today the two of you have plans for a lazy cheat day at a pizza joint Emily found by accident weeks ago. You’re just pulling into the parking lot when you get the text message.
[DUDE I HAVE NO CLOTHES HERE]
You can almost hear the panic in Emily’s voice through the phone. A piece of you wants to send back an ‘I told you so,’ the blonde swearing up and down that she had an extra set in her locker when she left this morning. You told her she should grab something extra in case she didn’t, but the blonde waved your concern away.
You’re on your way back on the familiar path to her apartment before Emily has a chance to say otherwise. One of the joys of having the blonde live so close to their practice field is that you’d be in and out before Emily could even trudge out to the parking lot.
You couldn’t have been in the apartment for more than a couple minutes when you hear the door unlock behind you. You’re unable to stop your sigh. Leave it up to Emily to not listen to you. Such a classic Emily move.
“Okay, I know you’re obsessed with your bike and being eco-friendly, but I told you I’d get the clothes for you! You didn’t have to bike after me the second I left.”
When you spin around, however, you come face to face with someone who is definitely not Emily.
Emma Sonnett raises an eyebrow at you.
“Oh, you’re not Emily,” you say rather dumbly.
The blonde crosses her arms. “No, I’m her sister, which explains why I’m here. Why are you here?”
You rack your brain, trying to remember if Emily told you anything about her sister visiting this week. If she had mentioned anything you wouldn’t have used your key so willy-nilly. “Uh, Em forgot her change of clothes for dinner tonight so I’m just… dropping by to get it…”
You trail off when Emma follows you out the door, all the way to where your car’s parked outside. She leans against the driver’s side door, blocking your path nonchalantly.
“Oh cool, where are we going for dinner?”
“Um.” You’re not sure how to leave without accidentally insulting Emma. Plus, she looks so much like Emily and you can never say no to anything Emily wanted you to do so--
Emma happily gets into your car when you unlock it.
You hope Emily’s fine with having an extra person at dinner tonight. If she’s not… well there’s nothing you can do about it now.
When you pull up, Emily’s right where you left her. She looks up with a smile on her face, but it freezes when she catches sight of her sister sitting in the passenger seat of your car.
“Emma, what are you doing here?”
Her twin gives her a devious grin. You’ve seen that look in Emily’s eyes enough times to know Emma’s about to do something that neither you nor Emily’s going to like.
“Emmy, you didn’t tell me your girlfriend’s such a charmer! How in the world did you convince someone this out of your league to settle for you?”
Emily flushes red, from embarrassment or anger, you’re not sure, but you don’t miss a beat. “I think you’re mistaken. Em here is the one who’s out of my league.”
Emma looks pleased with your answer. Emily, on the other hand, looks a mix of flattered and enamored with you. You try not to think about what it means.
Dinner is a blast. Despite her earlier ribbings, Emma is actually quite fun to hang around. The two of you trade Sonnett stories, you telling her about living in Portland and now DC with Emily, Emma telling you about life back in Georgia. Emily spends the entire time sinking in her seat, hiding her reddening face in her hands.
After a particularly funny story about a failed prank Emily tried to pull on Lindsey, Emma keels over in laughter, slapping you in the arm. “The way we haven’t met each other until now!” Emma clicks her tongue in disappointment before turning to glare at Emily. “Emmy, I know you’re a bit possessive but (Y/N)’s a hoot! You should’ve introduced us earlier!”
You send a wink Emily’s way, feeling a bit proud to have won her sister over. You think you’re imagining things when Emily’s eyes fall to your lips, teeth biting her own.
When the night comes to an end, neither of you realize you haven’t told Emma you’re not actually together.
---
When Kelley asks you out for coffee, you don’t think too much of it. All of Emily’s friends have become yours, the two of you only growing closer in the time you’ve been back in the same city. It’s normal for Kelley to ask you to hang out, the two of you having bonded over finding out you’re both Stanford alums. What isn’t normal is the way Kelley jumps at the opportunity to buy your cup of coffee. You sit at the table, waiting for the brunette to return with skeptical eyes.
Kelley drops into her seat with a huff, sliding your mug across the table to you.
“Okay, I’ve got a favor to ask.
You eye the coffee on the table, knowing very well it’s more a bribe than anything. But free coffee is free coffee. You shrug. “Cool, shoot.”
“I need you to hold off on revealing anything until at least the end of the season.”
You blink. Kelley keeps giving you an expectant look as if you have the ability to read her mind. Sadly you haven’t figured out how to activate that power yet. “Reveal what?”
Kelley’s face widens into a grin. “That’s the spirit!”
It’s during times like these that you understand why Kelley and Emily get along so well. You sigh. “Kel, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
The defender rolls her eyes. “Nice try. You and Son? You’re not as subtle as you think you are.”
“What exactly do you think we’re hiding from the rest of you?”
“That you’re together, obviously.”
It’s the way Kelley says it so nonchalantly, as if it’s the world’s worst kept secret that has you instantly choking on your coffee. “I’m sorry, what?”
Kelley gives you a wink. “Relax, your secret’s safe with me. The whole team’s got bets going, but I’m obviously not going to say anything that costs me the--”
“Kelley, Emily and I aren’t dating,” you interrupt.
The defender sits up, a confused frown falling upon her face. She opens her mouth but you’re quick to interrupt her again before she can say anything.
“I’m being serious. We’re not dating.”
Kelley looks dumbfounded. “Wait, really? But the two of you are… there’s no way the two of you aren’t dating. Emily’s so enamored with you and you with her--”
“I’ve been flirting with Emily since the day I met her, Kel. Trust me, if she was interested I would know.”
Kelley’s frown returns. “I dunno, I’m pretty sure she likes you. Like 98% sure.”
You roll your eyes at her. “Thanks for trying to make me feel better but she definitely doesn’t see me that way.”
When you steer the conversation to Kelley’s “Beat Everybody” venture a couple seconds later, the defender has no choice but to follow the change in topic. She still doesn’t look convinced about where your relationship with Emily stands, but you don’t pay her skepticism any mind. None of it matters because you know the truth.
Emily Sonnett has never and will never love you the way you love her.
And there’s nothing you can do about that.
----
You don’t realize you and Emily are dating until Lindsey invites the two of you to dinner at her place.
It’s been a while since you last saw the midfielder, so you’re quick to accept the invitation. You and Emily both show up with a bottle of wine in hand.
“You said you were going to get a cheese platter!”
Emily nearly blows a gasket when you remind her she was the one who told you to get wine. She pouts when you pull up your texts to prove it.
Lindsey finds the whole thing amusing, ushering the two of you in before you could convince Emily to go to the nearest store.
The three of you are busy catching up when the topic comes up. It all starts with your overexcited urge to tell Lindsey about the new addition to your family. When Lindsey finishes telling you about Ferguson’s latest adventure with her parents, you take the segway with ease.
“Did Em tell you? We got a puppy.”
Lindsey frowns. “What do you mean ‘we’?”
Emily gives Lindsey a weird look. “‘We’ as in the two of us?”
If anything, Emily’s explanation only makes Lindsey look more confused. “I’m sorry, when did the two of you become a ‘we’? How do you even get a dog together? Like how does that work? Do you trade off weekends or something?”
“Well it all started last week when Em woke up and had the crazy idea to get a dog. Two hours later we had a puppy chilling on our couch, watching the Orlando, Houston game with us. Plus, you know I’ve always wanted a dog and Em has too, and since she already spends most of her time at my place it seemed like the logical next step--” you come to an abrupt stop when Lindsey jerks forward, eyes growing in size with every word until she couldn’t hold herself back anymore.
“Wait! Sorry, hold up. When did this happen?
Emily rolls her eyes, finally exasperated at her best friend. “Were you not listening? We got her last week.”
“No! Not that! This!” Lindsey gestures between the two of you. “When did you guys start dating?”
Blinking, you and Emily look at each other. Your eyes drop to your intertwined hands, the two of them unconsciously finding their way to each other during the course of dinner.
You think about the past couple months. How Emily has spent every second of her freetime with you. How you’ve spent the little time you’ve been apart craving for your next dose of the blonde.
You think about the way you stay up late when Emily’s flying in from an away game just to spend as much time as you can with her, the way you won’t let her return home to an empty apartment, to an even colder bed. You think about the way you love Emily the most right when she wakes up, when she clings to you and tries to convince you to stay in bed longer with her, the way she gets grumpy when you refuse and then cuddly when you promise to let her snuggle if she can make you a stack of waffles before her spot in bed gets cold. You think about the way Emily makes you stupidly happy, the way she can turn your day around by simply just being herself.
Now that you think about it, the two of you have been doing all of the dating things without explicitly saying you’re dating.
“Huh. I guess we are dating, aren’t we?”
It’s Emily’s turn to blush, face pinkening at your declaration. Your hand tightens around hers and Emily gives your hand a squeeze in response.
Miffed by Emily’s silence, Lindsey turns to her best friend. “Son, please don’t tell me-- I cannot believe-- how do you accidentally start dating someone?!”
Emily shrugs, nervously scratching the back of her neck. “I mean it all started when Emma came to visit? She just assumed we were dating, and then our waiter thought the same thing… and then a lot of other people did too? And then we kinda just-- stuck with it, I guess? Honestly, I haven’t really put too much thought into this until… until now, actually.”
Emily gives you a questioning look and you nod, confirming her perspective of your relationship. Lindsey looks at the two of you like you both just sprouted wings and started breathing fire.
“Are you seriously telling me you guys haven’t talked about the fact that you’re dating? Much less how you seemingly unknowingly got there?? How does that even happen?”
You huff, not understanding why Lindsey’s making such a big deal out of all of this. “Well I like Em and it’s pretty clear she likes me too so I don’t see a problem.”
Lindsey blinks.
The corner of her mouth twitches.
Emily stiffens next to you. You’re not doing much better, actively beginning to curl into Emily’s side, as if there’s any hope the defender can protect you from Lindsey’s wrath. Lindsey is a great friend, but you can acknowledge how terrifying you find her on the regular. A pissed off Lindsey is a whole nother beast to deal with.
Lifting her glass to her lips, Lindsey drains her wine in one sip. She reaches for the bottle again, pouring herself another healthy glass. Then, her jaw flexes. “The problem is, the two of you need to have a conversation. Preferably when I’m not around, so,” she fixes you with a stare. “Tell me about the new puppy you’ve adopted.”
You’re a bit taken aback by the sudden change in topic, and if the furrow between Emily’s brows is any indication she is too. But by now you’re a little too scared to not go with the flow of conversation. “So her name is Bagel Bongo.”
If Lindsey grips her glass any harder, you think she might snap it clean in half. Lindsey breathes in, sharp and exasperated. “What even-- what kind of name is that?!”
You frown, instantly defensive. “What kind of name is Sir Ferguson?”
Lindsey’s mouth drops open. “Fergy’s named after the legendary football player--”
You wave your hand, cutting her off. “Eh, don’t care. Bagel Bongo is a much cooler name. She’s also a much cooler dog.”
Lindsey’s gasp of offense is loud.
Emily snorts next to you, drawing Lindsey’s eyes to her. When she finally realizes Lindsey is staring, however, Emily tries to cover up her amusement. She doesn’t do too well of a job.
Lindsey sighs, the beginnings of a smile creeping on the corner of her lips. “Okay, the two of you are actually perfect for each other. I see why you idiots attract each other.”
Lindsey looks convinced and for the first time you finally see what everyone else has seen all this time.
Emily Sonnett has always and will always love you the way you love her.
You owe Kelley an apology and a pack of beer.
---
Three years later the two of you have finally gotten your own place, a real place where the both of you mutually agree to live in as partners.
Just a couple weeks prior Emily had signed with the newly added Atlanta expansion team. You’re quick to follow her back to her home state, not minding the move at all.
The season comes and goes, all of your friends are quick to converge on your new place. It’s only at the insistence of Kelley that the two of you finally host a party here, letting your friends see your house for the first time.
You’re not sure you’ve ever had this much fun. After a couple drinks, Rose is ready to break into karaoke right in your living room. Lindsey and Mal throw heckles at her, while Sam (and you) cheers away.
Emily spends most of the night glued to your side, only ever leaving it once when she gets into what looks like a heated conversation with Lindsey on the other side of the room. You’re two seconds away from making your way over there yourself, but it’s only Kelley pulling you into a conversation about your vacation plans that derails you from doing so. When you next look up, Emily’s returning with two drinks in hand, pressing a quick kiss against your cheek.
When the clock hits three am, most of your friends are conked out in various locations of your house. All it takes is a singular raised eyebrow and Emily is following you out to the balcony with a half finished bottle of wine and two wine glasses.
When the two of you get out there, Emily’s quick to pull you towards her. Emily leans in, pressing a sweet kiss against your lips.
You can’t help but smile into the kiss. “What was that for?”
Emily pulls away with a shrug. “Just because.”
“Just because, huh?” you chuckle, snuggling deeper against your girlfriend.
Emily mirrors your grin. “It’s been a long day. I just wanted to kiss you because I love you.”
Humming, you settle against Emily’s front, basking in the calm presence of your lover. Emily presses a kiss against the side of your head. You stand in silence, content with just watching stars glitter overhead.
It’s a while later when Emily speaks up again. By then, the two of you have finished your glasses of wine, a buzzing haze settling over the two of you.
“What are your thoughts on keeping the Christmas lights up until January?”
You’re sure Emily can feel how hard you roll your eyes at her question. “We both know there’s no reason anyone should be keeping their Christmas lights up that late. Once it’s the 26th, all decorations should be gone.”
When Emily falls silent, arms tightening against your waist, you know she’s pouting at you. Without turning around you can imagine the way she’s giving you her best puppy dog eyes, willing you to do her biddings without saying a word.
You’ve always had to fight your girlfriend to stop her from decking your apartment out in Christmas decorations the second Halloween ended. Emily liked to go all out, the whole nine yards, leaving no inch of your living space untouched. You, on the other hand, preferred not setting up anything at all, begrudgingly putting up a tree and a couple lights only once December rolled around at the insistence of your girlfriend. But things changed the second you moved in together. You had to learn how to compromise. “Compromise” being a loose term.
This year Emily claimed free range in decorating once the spooky season ended. You were too tired and content from all the orgasms she gave you to voice your dissent. By the time you realized what she had done, there were nutcrackers in every cranny, mistletoes in every doorway, and lights and garlands on every wall. Since it was too late to do anything about it, you resolved to stand your ground towards when it all had to go.
You try to stay strong, you really do. But in reality you last less than three seconds.
“You’re lucky I love you,” you grumble.
You expect a joke, Emily to poke fun at how quickly you crumble. Instead, when you hear a slight sniffle and then a wet “I really love you,” you spin around. You’re met with the sight of a teary eyed Emily, trying her best to fight back her tears.
“Em? Baby, what’s wrong?”
Emily’s eyes flutter shut when you take her face into your hands. If anything, she leans into your touch. “I just… I really love you.”
Your heart skips a beat. Even after all of these years, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to hearing that from her. “And I really love you too. Are you okay? Did I say something--”
“Will you marry me?”
Your mouth drops open, stunned to silence. You and Emily have definitely discussed the topic of marriage, so this proposal is no surprise to you. But you definitely did not expect Emily to propose when she was bawling her eyes out just moments prior.
Emily pushes on, unbothered by your silence. “I… I had a whole speech planned. It was supposed to be great and grand and make you cry but I--” Emily sighs, looking down at the ground. Scuffing her feet against the ground, she mumbles out, “I lost the ring. Lindsey was supposed to hold onto it for me and she said she gave it to Rose and Rose said she gave it to Sam and… it’s gone. I can’t find it but I don’t want to wait anymore.”
She turns her gaze towards the sky, hoping the cold air will help dry her tears. It doesn’t work. You frown when you see more tears fall down her face.
“Like I’d get it if you say no, you can’t really do the whole proposing thing without a ring--”
“Emily,” you cut her off, making sure Emily raises her eyes to meet yours before continuing. “Don’t get me wrong, I love jewelry as much as the next girl, but I don’t care about any of it. I’d marry you with paper rings if I had to, Em.”
Emily rubs at her eyes, sniffling again. You gently grab ahold of her wrists, pulling her hands away from her face. You press a kiss against each hand before letting go to brush away Emily’s tears yourself.
“I love you so fucking much, Emily Sonnett. You’re my favorite person in the world and I don’t care whether or not you have a ring. I love you and want you, not some shiny piece of metal.”
Emily’s breath hitches and you can tell she’s close to crying again, so you quickly take a step back, intertwining your hands again.
“Ask me again?” you prompt, giving her a soft smile.
Emily takes a deep breath, relaxing against your hold. You can tell when her confidence comes back, the blonde squaring her shoulders and standing up taller. “Will you marry me?”
“A thousand times yes.”
And when Emily kisses you again, lips a little salty from the tears but heart bursting at the seams, you know you’d wait your whole life just to get a chance at forever with her.
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