#what if reader is a sideline analyst and she and the player are always flirting and shit

[gamergirl929]

May have a fic idea thanks to this song...

[gamergirl929]

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.