Hi, I was wondering how everyone felt about AI writing, and how to tell if it is? I've noticed a lot of recent one-shots that ask are really impersonal and read the same.
I'm not stye if I can really speak in this because I read acutely, but don't actually write, and I've been known to grammar check my work with AI at work.
I woke up a chose violence so enjoy a teasing part one of what is shaping up to be a very long fic that is going to take a hot second.
Word Count: 1,456
Warnings: Cliffhanger, mentions of past Soran
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Emily Sonnett was going to kill these kids one day. Okay, that might be a little bit dramatic, but she did silently vow to never volunteer to pick these two up for practice ever again. She had initially thought it would be fun but that was before the lost boot incident.
âTrinity, you literally have another pair at the facility. Get in the car.â Emily groaned, her foot tapping in irritation.
There was no way in hell they werenât going to be late. While the apartments were close to Audi, they werenât close to the girls training facilities and the drive wasnât an easy one.
âBut those ones donât match Ashâs!â Trinity whined, crouching down to check under her couch.
âYou can go one day without matching with your little girlfriend.â Barely managing to dodge the couch cushion that the rookie threw at her, Emily fought and failed at holding in her laughter.
âSheâs not my little girlfriend!â The younger player was standing now, arms crossed and an incredibly embarrassed look on her face.
âCouldâve fooled me.â Emily smirked, leaning back against the apartment wall. Feigning disinterest in the conversation, she opened her phone and was about to open the national team group chat that was suddenly going insane for some reason.
âBold words from someone who literally got matching tattoos with her little girlfriend!â Trinity snapped back, causing Emily to flush with embarrassment. Internally she was cursing the woman that is Kelley OâHara for ever telling these kids about her own rookie years in Portland and the chaos that it resulted in.
âLindsey was never my little girlfriend, Trin!â Throwing the couch cushion back at Trinity, who annoyingly dodged it with ease, Emily fixed the girl with a glare hard enough that almost anyone would back down. Unlucky for her, Trinity Rodman wasnât almost anyone.
âCouldâve fooled me.â She teased, turning Emilyâs own words back on her.
âThatâs it!â Emily fussed, stalking across the room and grabbing the girl in a headlock. It wasnât unusual behavior for the two of them to wrestle like this and Trinity was immediately game, trying to lean over and get the smaller blonde's feet off the ground.
âGuys, Iâve got them! Trin, you left them under my bed again. Seriously, youâve got to stop doing that. At Least put them with mine like last time so I know to grab them again!â Ashley Sanchez was standing in the open doorway, holding up Trinityâs neon boots and sporting a giant smile.
Both Emily and Trinity paused their fighting to look at the girl. Emily, who was now hanging onto Trinityâs back, looked down at her teammate with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. Trinity at least had the decency to look embarrassed by Sanchezâs discovery of her cleats, a heat burning in her cheeks. Ashley, now past her need to announce her find, finally took in the position that her teammates were in.
âAm I⌠interrupting something?â
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The shenanigans at the apartment complex proved to absolutely set the girls behind schedule as they managed to just barely get to the training grounds in time to meet their teammates who were standing around talking, ready to start practice.
âListen, itâs all Sonnettâs fault! She drives like someoneâs grandma!â Trinity exclaimed the second the trio made their way to the field.
âMy fault?! If you hadnât lost your boots in As- OOF!â Emily attempted to counter Trinity's accusation but she was quickly cut off by the taller player tackling her from behind.
âI got them here alive!â Ashley added, skipping over to set down her stuff and tie her boots on.
Still play fighting with Trinity, it took Emily a moment to recognize that all of her national team teammates were huddled together and staring at her.
âHello? Why are you all looking at me like Iâve suddenly sprouted a second head? I assure you, thereâs just the one of me and youâre all welcome for that!â Emily joked, smiling playfully at her teammates like usual. When her jest didnât even get a laugh from Kelley, she knew something had to be up. She took a moment, looking from face to face as they all stared at her in some mix of what looked like sympathy and also shock?
âWhat? Seriously, Trinity couldnât find her stupid bootsâŚâ She muttered, shifting uncomfortably under so many stares.
âYou seriously donât know?â It was Ashley Hatch who spoke first but didnât do anything to clear Emilyâs confusion.
âDonât know what?â She asked, brows furrowing together. Emily had no idea what was going on with her teammates but if someone didnât explain soon she was convinced sheâd have a permanent worry wrinkle formed on her face.
âEm, whenâs the last time you checked your phone?â Kelley asked softly, stepping forward to place a hand on the blonde's shoulder comfortingly.
âUh, I donât know? Probably this morning when I got my coffee. Why?â It seemed like a stupid question for Kelley to ask. The older defender knew that ever since Sweden, sheâd been limiting her screen time.
âThe Colombia camp roster dropped.â Hatch supplied, as if this cleared anything up.
âCool? Vlatko called me last week, I know Iâm on it. So whatâs the big deal?â Emily still wasnât understanding what was going on. When everyone had gotten the call last week, the seven Spirits who had been called up had celebrated together. Therefore, she knew everyone already knew sheâd been called up and she knew they had to.
âOh my God.â Trinity whispered behind Emily, the latter turning to look in confusion at her teammate who was staring at her phone.
âWhat?â Emily whined, resisting poking her head in to see Trinityâs phone screen.
âItâs Y/LN.â
And Emily could almost feel all the blood drain from her face.
She turned to look at her captain, jaw set and eyes narrowed.
âItâs what?â Emily gritted out, trying to see if sheâd just heard correctly.
âMal isnât coming to camp. Vlatko called Y/N Y/LN and she answered.â Andi answered sympathetically.
While Trinity and Ashley looked at each other in excitement, every remaining ounce of color drained from Emilyâs face. The younger players didnât know anything about Y/N Y/LN. Not anything personal, anyways. They only knew her for the legendary footballer sheâd become. But Andi Sullivan knew her very well. Worse than that? Andi knew of Y/Nâs history with Emily Sonnett.
âEmily?â Kelley whispered, squeezing her shoulder gently to shake her out of the trance she was in. Of course, Kelley knew about Y/N too so it was no surprise she was currently treating Emily like the most fragile thing to ever exist.
âOkay.â Emily finally said, earning several more shocked looks.
âOkay?â Andi questioned, and Emily just nodded her head.
âOkay. Itâs time to start training, move your asses!â As if sheâd hit some hard reboot button, Emily was immediately back to her normal self. A smile on her face and a pep in her step as she raced onto the pitch.
Kelley and Andi exchanged concerned looks as the blonde raced past them. It was an act that her close friends knew well, the forced smile and change of subject. If they gathered one thing from that reaction? It was that Emily Sonnett was absolutely not okay.
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Y/N Y/LN was on track to be the top pick in the 2016 College Draft. Fresh out of Stanford with a record that surpassed even Christen Pressâs, the young forward was shaping up to be the pride of the NWSL. But then Barcelona called and you didnât even hesitate to leave it all behind.
All of it. Everything.
Everyone.
You didnât give anyone a reason. Nothing substantial, atleast. Just âwhen the best football club in the world comes knocking, you donât say no!â and then you left.
US soccer fans were ecstatic. It was the first time they had ever seen something like that, a young US player being called to Barca of all places. Everyone was excited for you to go overseas, hone your skills, and earn a spot on the senior USWNT where you could showcase what youâd learned in front of the entire nation!
But you never came back. Not for Friendlies. Not for the Olympics. Not even for the World Cup.
And it wasnât for lack of trying on US Soccerâs part. Jill Ellis in particular was belligerent. Before every camp your phone would ring. And every camp, it went to voicemail.
You gave some credit to Vlatko though. The first time you ever sent him to voicemail? He never called back.
Until for some reason, early in 2022, he called again. But this time you answered.
Thatâs it. Someone gots to say it. (I know the feedback will be not so good.) nevertheless, can someone, anyone write some Sonnett ⢠Kmew love? â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
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