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Fans or Foe (Rose X Singer!R)

Request: Part 2 to Hesitate where r meets the team.

Author's Note: Hey guys, I'm sorry that it's been grad school has been kicking my ass. I hope you guys enjoy this.

There was a reason that you were so cautious with how much you shared with the fans and the media. Every move you made was meticulous, calculated to give them the glimpse into your life that they desired, but not enough for them to actually know anything.

Still, they took whatever crumbs you left them, thinking that they had the whole story and running with it.

It was why you had been so careful with the way you came out to the fans, and why you had guarded your relationship with Rose as tightly as you had.

You weren’t ashamed. Not at all, and Rose knew that.

But you had been worried about how the fans would treat her. Sure, she was famous in her own right, but your fans could be intense. You were afraid of them coming after her with hate.

She didn’t deserve to be bombarded by people who had never met her before.

That’s why it had taken you so long to devise a plan to reveal your relationship.

But even with your planning and your prepping, nothing could have prepared Rose for the flood that followed the release of your music video.

It was instant, and overwhelming in a way that she had never experienced for herself before.

The wave of media and fans was one that she had seen you handle time and time again with practiced ease. She watched as you ran invasive reporters around in circles when they asked rude questions and as you smiled gently at sobbing fans, giving out as many photos and autographs as you could.

Of course, you got overwhelmed.

She had seen the bad days when you couldn’t even pick up coffee without getting mobbed. Where you saw flashes of cameras through every open window. Where you wondered if getting to do the thing you loved was worth the harassment.

She had witnessed meetings with your publicist, managers, and team (your war council as rose liked to call it) where you strategized how to combat bad rumors and tour drama, or to deal with being linked to every person you so much as looked at (except her funnily enough).

But you handled it all with a nerdy grace that Rose wasn’t sure she was capable of.

She could turn off her Twitter and Instagram notifications. She could avoid the windows and have her teammates shield her from the paparazzi that had set up outside the hotel. She could handle the USWNT media team’s never-ending begging for a segment with her.

What she couldn’t handle was the nosiness of her own team.

They were driving her crazy, and she wondered again how you could deal with it all without losing your smile because she was going to murder her teammates.

“You guys have seriously got to stop,” Rose groaned, running an irritated hand through her hair and dropping her fork, suddenly losing her appetite. “You're giving me a headache,”

“Come on Rosie, you’re marrying The Y/n Y/l/N,” Emily whined, tossing a grape at the midfielder.

“No. I’m marrying Y/n,” Rose said slowly, hoping that they would be able to catch the distinction. She wasn’t marrying the character that you and your team had created. She was marrying the person behind the character, the woman she had known since your junior year of college. “A person none of you cared about until you found out her last name,”

A small grumble of agreement rumbled around the group, acknowledging the point Rose had made just after the video. If they had asked the right questions then they wouldn’t have been so blindsided. It wasn’t like she hid her relationship from them.

They actually knew quite a bit about you. They knew you liked music, and that you memorized poems and movie quotes for fun. They knew you were a writer (just not a songwriter) and that you were obsessed with rocky road ice cream. They knew more substance about you than most of your own fans did, they just didn’t know they knew.

“I’m just surprised you listened to us thirst after her as much as you did,” Kelley muttered, taking a bite of her sandwich as Lindsey nodded along with her.

“I’m not sure I would have been able to reign in my jealousy if I was in your position,”

Rose shrugged. “You weren’t saying anything that wasn’t true. At least you guys were respectful. More respectful than some of her fans,”

It was the truth. She had learned how to share part of you with the public. That was why she treasured the parts of yourself you didn’t reveal so much. There were parts of you that only she saw. It was a reminder that it was her you called after a show, your voice froggy, and her bed you ended up in as much as you could.

Listening to her teammates hadn’t bothered her. It had been incredibly entertaining, actually. At least they didn’t talk about you like you were a piece of meat.

“I deal with millions of people telling her how gorgeous she is every day. She deals with the same,” Rose continued, squinting to try and get the wording right. “You learn to get over it because I know things that everyone else doesn’t,”

She knew about the smile you saved only for her. She knew about the curl that always popped out behind your ear by the end of the day. She knew all the little things that no one else ever would.

“Her fans are kind of over the top,” Sam agreed, decidedly ignoring the fact that their own fans also thirsted after them.

“Like scary over the top,” Mal snorted, flipping her phone and showing a Twitter update on where the fans thought your private jet was. A dangerous game if Rose did say so herself. “Right now they’re trying to track her private jet. They're convinced she's flying into DC right now,”

It was scary how invasive your fans got, and how convinced they were that the crumbs you left for them were the entire picture.

Your security team had gotten larger as your fanbase had for a reason. Crazy people trying to track the private jet you didn’t own was definitely one of those reasons.

Rose snorted at the page and all its inaccuracies.

“She’s not,” She said, shaking her head. “She won't be here until very late tonight probably,”

The table seemed to pause, Emily’s jaw dropping.

“How do you-?”

“They’re engaged dipshit,” Lindsey cackled, throwing her roll and whacking Emily in the face.

The defender grabbed the roll, taking a bite as she pouted at her girlfriend.

“She has an interview with Falon to promote the album, and then she’s going to see Wicked for like the 50th time,” Rose rolled her eyes. “She’ll Fly here after that,”

She said it casually, like knowing your entire schedule wasn’t a novel thing for the team.

“She’s actually coming?” Emily asked, practically bouncing in her seat, earning another eye roll from Rose.

“Yeah, she wanted to see the game,” Rose shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, because to her it wasn’t anything new. “Apparently, watching soccer is relaxing for her,”

She wouldn’t tell them your actual quote, that watching her ass was the reason you enjoyed it so much.

Emily’s blue eyes widened, and her bouncing increased so much that Rose was afraid she was going to tip her chair over. “What room are you in?”

“No,”

Rose’s response was immediate, sharp, and left no room for argument. She knew her friends too well to divulge that kind of information. They could be worse than your own fans at times, and she knew you were going to be exhausted when you got in. You didn’t need any more harassment, not with the way fans were already tracking your every movement.

“What?” Emily asked incredulously, trying too hard to seem innocent.“It’s just for my curiosity,”

Rose’s eyes narrowed at the statement, as it confirmed her suspicion.

“You’re not camping outside of my door and waiting for her to get here,” Rose said, leaving no room for argument. “Don’t think about staking out the lobby either, she’s not coming in through the front, and it’ll be hella late anyway. You’ll get to see her in the morning,”

“Why is she flying in so late?” Kelley asked, ignoring Emily’s pout. “Why not wait until tomorrow morning or something?”

Rose shrugged, unable to stop the small blush that colored her cheeks. “It’s easier,”

She wasn’t going to tell them that you had trouble sleeping without her. That you just couldn’t wait the extra 12 hours to see her. That she didn’t want to wait to see you either.

“Yeah, right,” Lindsey snorted.

“It probably is,” Mal said, her eyebrows furrowed. “The airport is probably less crowded, and there's probably fewer paparazzi to track her every movement,”

Rose nodded. “There are also fewer fans,”

The table seemed to pause as it took in the information, and Rose could practically see the wheels turning in their heads.

“I thought she liked meeting the fans?” Emily frowned, sounding deeply wounded. It was one of the things your fans loved most about you, your commitment to them.

Rose sighed. It was another difficult concept to explain.

You loved your fans. You loved giving them special moments, like when you always pulled someone up on the stage for your piano set, or the hundreds of free meet and greets you did, but there was an invisible line that separated your working self from your actual self. The line between Y/n and The Y/n Y/l/n. It was dangerous when your fans chose to cross that line.

“She does,” Rose hedged, biting her lip, trying to think of how to explain to them that meeting a giant crowd of people wherever you went was not only overwhelming but a threat to your safety. “It just makes things more complicated when a thousand people are waiting for her wherever she goes,”

“I think that’s understandable,” Sam agreed easily, and the table nodded along with her. “She did get mobbed in time square when she went to pick up her album last night,”

Rose winced at the fact, silently grateful for the distance between you for once. You had told her that it would have been even worse if she was actually with you. She hadn’t been able to stop herself from scrolling through the thousands of Tik Toks and Snap Stories of the incident, or the way her heart beat a little faster at the nervous smile you had sent to everyone you passed that night.

They had all deemed that it was a grateful look. That you were happy they had shown up. They couldn’t see the anxiety that was clear to her.

“And that’s exactly what we want to avoid,”

“So we don’t get any details?” Emily asked again, her pout deepening when Rose shook her head.

“I’ll introduce you tomorrow, and you can harass her before we leave for the game and after we get back,” Rose said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Before that, she’s off limits,”

“We’ll respect tonight,” Kelley hummed soothingly, sending a look to her fellow chaos defender. “But I make no promises for tomorrow,”

Rose blew out a breath. “All I ask for is tonight,”

*******

You were no stranger to sneaking in and out of hotel rooms. You practically lived in hotel rooms 200 days out of the year, avoiding hotel staff and fans for some semblance of privacy. You spent another 50 following your girlfriend around the world.

You knew how to get in and out without people knowing, and your staff was well-trained in doing the same.

But you appearing at Rose’s door when her teammates were still texting the group chat convinced your airplane hadn’t left JFK yet, was something that would never get old.

“Hey,” You smiled softly at the woman, leaning on the doorframe.

Her nose scrunched at your voice, froggy from too many performances. “Hey you, wanna come in?”

You hummed, stepping forward and pulling the midfielder into your arms. She melted into you, wrapping her arms around your neck as you buried your face in her hair.

You held her tightly, rocking side to side as the door slammed uncaringly behind you. “I missed you,”

It was a soft admission, vulnerable in a way that most people would never get to see. It was an admission that she didn’t need you to verbalize for her to know. She could feel it in the way that you held her, in a way that seeped from your bones into her.

“I missed you too,” She breathed into your shoulder, holding you just as tightly. She had missed you just as much.

Despite your ability to write music, she had learned long ago that you were actually rather terrible at putting your emotions into words, but that didn't mean that you didn’t express yourself.

You just preferred to use bad quotes and physical contact to convey how you felt, and She let you.

The hug went on for a long few moments, before you pulled away, your eyes tracing over her features. “No, I missed you,”

She smiled softly up at you, leaning in and connecting your lips. She knew what you meant, that you struggled to show how much you cared for her when there was so much distance between you. You hadn’t just missed being near her, you missed the comfort and stability she brought you. You missed being able to hold her and make her feel as safe as she made you feel.

The kiss was soft and slow, your tongues gently dancing together in a familiar waltz, your hand tighten around her hips, and her fingers tangled in the baby hairs at the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

“I know,” Rose smirked, against your lips. “Are we going to make out in the entranceway all night?”

You shook your head once. “That wouldn’t be very economical of us, not when the part we’re paying for is the bed,”

“Then why don’t we put it to good use?” She wiggled her eyebrows at you, earning a slightly pained smile.

She frowned, trailing her hands across your neck to cup your cheeks. “Hey, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,”

You leaned heavily into the touch

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” You started softly, biting your lip as the words seemed to get caught in your mouth. You didn’t think there would ever be a time when you didn’t want her. “I’m just-...”

Rose knew how difficult vocalizing your emotions could be for you. How you always struggled to express what you were feeling, but you didn’t have to say it for her to know. She could see the droop in your eyelids, the dark circles that accented your face.

She ran her thumb over the marks, and you sighed.

“Completely exhausted,” She murmured, and all you could do was nod.

You weren’t opposed to sex, but you knew that you would never be able to finish (or guide her to a finish) if you started. You wanted to be present when you were intimate with her, and with how worn out you were, you knew it wouldn’t be that kind of experience.

“When was the last time you slept?” She pressed, already guiding you to sit on the edge of the bed. She stepped between your legs, running her hands through your hair as your eyebrows furrowed. Your plan had been to sleep on the way to Colorado so you could be more awake for her when you got there, but you had been so totally consumed by a song idea that you hadn’t been able to sleep. You hadn’t planned on staying awake for the entire 4-hour flight, but once you started, you couldn’t stop.

“I was working on a project on the airplane and I got distracted,” You mumbled in answer, leaning forward and resting your forehead on her chest, breathing her in. You ran your thumb along the small sliver of skin between her shirt and her pants, tapping out random patterns. “I just want to feel you,”

She hummed, scratching your scalp more deeply. She understood what you meant, you wanted the intimacy that you only got with her, and she was happy to give it to you.

“Come on,”

She used the hand in your hair to pull your head back, and placed a very soft kiss on your lips. “Let's get more comfortable and then we can cuddle,”

Her fingers hooked the bottom of your sweatshirt as you pulled away, maneuvering it over your head and pulling your shirt off with it.

You let out a low sound in the back of your throat, reaching for her shirt and tugging the hem. “Can this come off too?”

Rose sent you a small smirk, running her hands through your hair again. “That was the plan babe,”

You made another low sound, tugging again at her shirt. She rolled her eyes at you, pulling the material over her head and chuckling at the way your eyes roamed over the creamy skin of her chest and down her abs (she wasn’t wearing a bra).

The way you looked at her never failed to send a shiver down her spine. It made her feel wanted and powerful. She knew that you didn’t look at anyone else like you looked at her. You didn’t look at anyone else with so much love and devotion and want, despite how many people looked at you that way.

She made more of a show pulling down her sleep shorts, turning away from you to toss them into her bag, and wiggling her ass for you just a bit before turning back towards you and kneeling between your legs.

“Now, let's get you out of your pants too,”

You groaned, falling back onto the bed as her warm hands landed on your stomach, just above the button of your jeans. “I want you so bad, but I’m so fucking tired,”

She chuckled, shaking her head and undoing your pants. “I know. We’re just going to cuddle. You like naked cuddles the best,”

You nodded, lifting your hips so she could pull your pants off. “They’re the best,”

“Move to the middle of the bed so we can cuddle then,” She hummed, grabbing your pants and underwear and tossing them next to her own abandoned clothing next to her bag.

“So bossy,” You grumbled, following her instruction nonetheless, and tucking yourself under the blankets.

She huffed, settling under the blanket next to you, drawing you in so your head rested on her chest. “You love it,”

“I do,” You murmured, kissing the skin in between her breasts. “I love you so much it hurts, and I’m so happy to see you,”

“I love you too,” She hummed back, kissing the crown of your head, and rubbing your back. “Now sleep. You’re too sappy when you’re sleep deprived,”

You hummed back, your eyes sliding closed. There would be time to be sappy in the morning when you were more awake.

******

Early morning light flickered through the window, casting soft shadows over the alabaster skin of Rose’s back.

It would never fail to be one of your favorite sights, her hair spilled across the pillows wild and untamed, the blanket pulled down just below her shoulders, and her hand reaching out and resting on your stomach, where she had drawn circles for most of the night. It was so domestic, foreign, and familiar all the same (That’s what you got with only 60 days a year with neither of you on the road).

You had never really been a morning person, always preferring the twinkling lights of stars and buildings over the budding sunrise, but Rose was slowly changing that. Seeing her in the lantern-like oranges and yellows of dawn was something to behold. It was better than any painting or work of art you had ever seen.

What you wouldn’t give to wake up to her every day.

You shook your head, reaching for your bag, but never leaving the bed, and pulling out a very famous little black notebook.

It always made you chuckle how people freaked out about your songbook or assumed that you only wrote songs on one platform.

It was a ridiculous notion that your entire musical career was held in a singular bound notebook, but you never felt the need to correct the fans. You always did prefer little black books to write out your song thoughts, and it made you laugh when they went crazy when they saw it.

You hummed lightly to yourself, opening the book and flipping to the page you had already started on.

Your eyes scanned the partial lyrics on the page, looking at the little notes you had made about chords and patterns, using your pen to make a few edits and additions. You had the tune in your head, but figuring out how it fit with the story you wanted to tell was always a fun challenge for you. One that sucked you in.

You weren’t sure how long you sat, Rose’s hand on your abs as you worked through your song before you noticed her fingers moving in slow circles. They trailed up your stomach, to your book, and pulled it down, drawing your attention to her.

You complied, tossing your book towards the bedside table, before drawing her up in your arms, enjoying the way your skin felt pressed together.

“How long have you been up?” She asked, her voice groggy, and you squinted glancing at the clock.

The truth was that you weren’t quite sure. You hadn’t looked at the clock, but the sun had been just barely peeking through the window, and now it was streaming in a constant ray.

“Not too long I don’t think,” You shrugged, running your free hand through your hair, squinting.“I had an idea and I didn’t want to lose it,”

You felt more than you saw her roll her eyes. “You always have an idea you don’t want to lose,”

“Guilty as charged,” You chuckled, kissing her head. “It’s just easier for me to think when i don’t have so much music tangled in my head,”

You knew that she wasn’t a fan of your sleep schedule, but it wasn’t really something you could help. You and sleep had never been good friends, though it had gotten much better when you moved in with Rose, it was still never something that would be considered normal.

She let out a long breath, rolling over so she was facing you, kissing your lips. “I know, I just worry about you,”

Your arm tightened around her waist and tilted your head to capture her lips again.

Rose had seen you at your worst. She had seen you work yourself to the edge of insanity. She had seen you push yourself to please your record label and neglect your own needs. She had seen how self-destructive you could be (the break between your second album and your third had been rough). She would never not worry about you pushing yourself too far.

“I know,” You murmured, pulling away from the kiss. “But I’m doing ok. I’ve got a better team, and a good balance,”

She hummed, her lips finding your neck and leaving little kisses there.

“Speaking of teams,” She muttered, trailing lower toward your collarbone.

“I have to meet yours don’t I?”

“Yeah,” She sighed, looking up at you and resting her chin just above your heart. “They're going to be invasive and annoying,”

“They gonna give me a shovel talk?” You asked, chuckling just a bit. “Even though I’ve known you for longer than any of them?”

Rose chuckled too, pushing herself to a sitting position and essentially straddling your waist (and you tried very hard to maintain eye contact and not be a pervert and ogle her breasts). “I think Emily is going to be more interested in grilling you about all of your music,”

You scrunched your nose. “She knows I’m not going to tell her any details about who i sing about right?”

Rose smirked. “I think she’s convinced she’s going to get the whole story now that she knows The Y/n Y/l/n,”

“I think the only person other person who knows the whole story is you,” You grumbled with a roll of your eyes. “I don’t know why they’re so obsessed. Why can’t they just enjoy the music,”

It was Rose’s turn to roll her eyes. “Because then you wouldn’t have so much fun leaving breadcrumbs for them to piece together,”

You shrugged. “I leave them breadcrumbs and they were still blindsided by us announcing our engagement,”

“It’s because your puzzles never have only one answer,” Rose said, slapping your shoulder and pushing herself out of bed. “You design them so they can come to multiple conclusions, so I hardly think that's fair,”

Your eyes followed her as she bent over, grabbing a towel tossing a shirt towards her bag, your shirt from last night, and heading towards the bathroom to shower. You also knew she was taking every opportunity to tease you.

It was kind of her MO.

“And what you do to me is fair?” You asked, earning a smirk. “We both have the games we like to play,”

“At least you actually get satisfaction in the end,” Rose said, raising an eyebrow at you.

You couldn’t help but nod in agreement, following after her toward the bathroom.

“I give them so much of myself already,” You said softly, as she turned the water on. “The last things I have are the stories behind the songs. I want to keep it sacred,”

Rose’s entire body paused, and she very slowly turned towards you, kneeling down in front of where you had sat down on the toilet.

“First of all,” She started gently. “Your music is not the only thing you have. You have me, and you’re never going to lose me,”

She kissed your lips before she continued. “Second, you don’t have to give up anything you don’t want to, and I won't let any of my friends force you to, not that they would,”

You nodded again. “I know you won’t Rosie,”

“Now let's shower, and then we’ll meet my crazy teammates,”

******

Your entire life was based around the public’s opinion of you. It was why you were so good at handling people. At painting a charming smile on your face and playing the charismatic singer.

And from the moment you stepped out of the hotel room, Rose knew that she was in the presence of the character you so often played instead of her significant other.

It was what you knew the team wanted and expected.

But it wasn’t what she wanted.

She wanted her friends to meet the women she fell in love with. She wanted them to meet the real you.

Her hand tightened around your arm, pulling you to a stop before you could hit the elevator button, and she immediately had all of your attention.

“Don’t do that,” She said seriously, stepping into your personal bubble, her nose nearly touching your chin.

You frowned, tilting your head at her. “Do what? Press the elevator? Would you rather take the stairs?”

She shook her head, pressing impossibly closer to you. “I want them to meet my fiance, not Y/n Y/l/n Singer, songwriter, superstar extraordinaire,”

“But your fiance is Y/n Y/l/n - Singer, songwriter, terrible chief extraordinaire,” You smirked.

She chuckled at how you changed her line, but didn’t move away from you. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know what I mean,”

You blew out a long breath. It was easier to meet people as your alter ego. People had expectations of her and it was fairly easy to meet them. What was more difficult was actually being yourself.

Your fans only got glimpses of the person you were underneath the persona, mostly through your songs and acoustic sets. Letting people closer required vulnerability and you didn’t share that often. The only person you felt comfortable seeing it was Rose.

Your expression softened, and you brought your hands up to very gently hold her waist. “I just know what they’re expecting,” You confessed softly. “I don’t want to embarrass you,”

“Baby,” She cooed with more gentleness than she usually used with you, her hands sliding up your arms to cup your jaw. “Why would you being yourself embarrass me,”

You opened and closed your mouth several times, trying to find the words.

The Y/n Y/l/n was cool. She was suave and dapper and knew how to make the fans feel seen and heard even when she had never met them. She knew how to be charismatic and charming. She wasn’t… you.

You were a dork, obsessed with music theory and chord progressions that made absolutely no sense. You were shy and introverted.

You were not what the team was expecting.

You closed your eyes under the weight of her stare, leaning forward so your foreheads touched.

It was so easy for you to get stuck in your head when you had to be your actual self around anyone who wasn’t Rose.

Her team thought she had gotten a catch, but in reality, it was her who was so far out of your league.

You weren’t quite sure how you of all people had become an international pop sensation. You were just an abandoned kid from Kansas who sang about your pain.

“I’m not…cool,” You mumbled, your fingers tightening around her waist. “Really, I’m a loser who got famous for putting together songs about a fucked up situation,”

You felt her suck in a deep breath, and the finger on your cheek tapped twice. Your eyes opened to meet her blue.

“We’re all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, that’s all.”

You cracked a smile at the familiar line, shoving her away just a bit. “You know I hate the breakfast club,”

“Yes,” She hummed, grabbing your belt loops and pulling you back in. “But you gotta admit, it has some good quotes,”

“Dont forget about me was the only good part of that movie,” You scoffed, shaking your head. “If it wasn’t considered a cult classic, no one would care about it. At least other cult classics have better tunes,”

“Like Rocky Horror?” She raised an eyebrow at you.

You shrugged a rye smile etching its way across your features, a sharp contrast to the mask of The y/n y/l/n. “Time warp will never not be good, and really I was talking about Batman and Robin,”

Rose chuckled at the mention of your favorite campy movie, leaning up to kiss your lips. They weren’t as sophisticated as Christopher Nolan’s Batman, but they were a staple in your childhood. “I didn’t think poison ivy sang in that,”

“She doesn’t,” You agreed, as she pulled back and pressed the elevator call button. “Mr. Freeze does,”

She rolled her eyes at your explanation, tugging your hand as the doors popped open. “They stole that from A Year Without a Santa Claus,”

“I liked that one too,” You shrugged, unbothered.

The banter with her made it easy for your shoulders to relax. Made it easy for you to feel like yourself, and you knew that didn’t go unnoticed by Rose.

You just hoped her friends liked the real you.

*****

You knew that meeting Rose’s team was going to be absolute chaos.

You had heard enough stories to know exactly how crazy they could be, and you expected the normal questions you were peppered with anytime you met new people. You knew that many of the women on the team were fans, but you hadn’t realized how big of fans they were.

You hadn’t expected to be swarmed as soon as the elevator door binged open, and it took everything in you not to paint your million-dollar smile on your face.

“You have to tell us who all the songs are about now that we know you,”

“What’s it like to sing on a stage in front of thousands?”

“How do you pick the person you serenade during the love song set?”

“Did you date Taylor?”

Their voices blended together in a symphony that would rival even the loudest crowds you performed to, and the sudden attention made the hairs on the back of your neck prickle.

Contrary to popular belief, you didn’t like attention unless you were on stage.

“Jesus guys, it’s not even 10 yet,” Rose said, holding up a hand to silence her friends. “Calm your tits,”

Kelley smirked. “You just asked for peace until this morning. That’s all we promised,”

“You talked about me?” You asked, your eyebrows furrowing.

Rose rolled her eyes, “These looney toons wanted to ambush you outside my door last night,”

You hummed, noting how her fingers tightened around yours. It told you how much she had stopped her friends as much for her own sake as she had done it for yours.

You couldn’t help the way your famous smirk danced across your features. “That would tie for one of the craziest things a fan has done to meet me,”

Rose squeezed your hand again. A reminder that she wanted them to meet you, and not who you pretended to be, but it was too late.

It was so easy to slip into character, and give her friends exactly what you knew they expected.

“Oh!” Emily’s eyes lit up, and she launched herself at you, pulling you away from rose and dragging you towards the meal room. “Tell me more,”

“Yeah y/n what’s your crazy fan story?” Kelley chimed in, smirking towards Rose as they trailed after you.

You glanced behind you, catching Rose’s frown just before she slid her own mask into place.

It made your chest ache, but the show must go on.

You wiggled your eyebrows at her teammates. “Well…-“

********

“So I’ve gotta ask,” Emily said, leaning forward as you finished your chicken and whipped your mouth. “Are all of them about her?”

Your eyebrows furrowed at the question. “Are all of what about who?”

Rose snorted from across from you. She had been pouting since the youngins and Emily called dibs on the seats next to you.

“The songs,” Emily clarified a slight whine to her voice. “Are they all about Rose?”

“They can’t be,” Lindsey groaned, leaning back in her chair. “There’s an entire set about breakups,”

You shrugged, smirking as you started in on your rice.

“She’s not going to tell you,” Rose sighed, shaking her head with a slight smile. At least she wasn’t angry with you, even though you hadn’t been able to keep your promise to her.

“But why?” Sanchez whined.

“It would ruin the fun,” Your smirk widened. “Plus, who I think the songs are about isn’t important,”

The youngins around you gasped like you had spoken the most blasphemous thing they had ever heard.

“You can’t be serious,” Emily grumbled. “You’re entire fandom hinges on the theories,”

Rose snorted again, stabbing her lunch.“She’s deadly serious,”

“I am,” You agreed, meeting Rose’s eyes. “When I put music out, it’s no longer my own. It belongs to the fans. It’s theirs to create theories about or to apply to their own situation. When I sing it at concerts, I don’t sing it to the person I wrote it for. I sing it for the fans, and they sing it about their situations. It’s kinda like inception, a meaning within a meaning,”

The table went quiet at your explanation.

“That was deeper than I thought it'd be,” Kelley mumbled.

You shrugged, just as your phone started ringing in your pocket.

You glanced down at the device, your eyebrows furrowing. “I’ve gotta take this,”

You pushed yourself up from the table, waving Rose away as you stepped out to answer, not noticing the little black book you had left in your chair.

But Emily noticed it.

She reached for it, holding it up. “Is this what I think it is?”

“You guys are too much,” Rose rolled her eyes. “Let me have it before she freaks out,”

“So this is what I think it is then?” Emily asked, raising an eyebrow at Rose. “The sacred book that all our theories are based upon,”

“It’s just a songbook,” Rose grumbled, holding her hand out for the book. “Not the fucking bible. Give it to me,”

“It’s the Y/fan base/n bible,” Ashley added unhelpfully. “You should see what she’s working on,”

“That’s a massive invasion of privacy,” Rose huffed, reaching to pull the book out of Sonnett’s hand.

“But you wanted us to get to know her,” Emily said, raising her eyebrow.

“And if we just… happened to drop it, and looked at the page as we opened it… it wouldn’t be an invasion,” Ashley shrugged.

“No,” Rose growled, glaring at the blondes.

“Yes,” Emily smirked back, holding the book up and casually dropping it, so it landed on the page you were working on, before leaning over and scooping it up.

The youngins clambered around her to get a good look at your loopy writing, squinting at the page, and Rose sat back in defeat.

You barely let her read your book as it was.

“What are the symbols above the words?” Lindsey asked, glancing up at Rose from the page.

“Those are the notes,” Rose said, her eyes narrowing. “Sometimes she’ll include dots to indicate the rhythm. It’s mostly shorthand,”

Emily hummed, flipping it around for Rose to see. “Looks like a love song to me. She even said your sleepy smile is her favorite sight in the margin,”

Rose leaned forward, eyebrows furrowing as she tried to make out your scratchy handwriting.

Her eyes followed Emily’s finger, making out the sketch of a Rose, and the line right next to the lyrics you were working through.

“She didn’t say it was me,” Rose huffed, sitting back. “She just likes to doodle sometimes,”

“The line she wrote next to it is - Doesn't matter if the world falls apart Or whatever comes tomorrow I will always keep you in my heart-. It’s about you,” Emily said, rolling her eyes and pulling the book back. “But I wonder what the little ladder she drew means,”

“It’s the bridge,” You said, plucking your book out of her hand and pulling it to your chest. “It’s impolite to read things that don’t belong to you, or to show those things to other people,”

“Oh, it fell,” Sanchez tried to argue, but you held up a finger, silencing them.

“It didn’t fall into your finger,” You muttered. “She wasn’t supposed to see that yet,”

You could feel your mask cracking. Your frustration at them showing her the song you were working on overwhelmed the easy-going character you normally played.

You had been working on the song for months, to surprise Rose, maybe for your wedding.

You cleared your throat, ignoring the concerned look your fiancé was sending your way. “I need to go meet with my manager. There’s a problem. I just came back to tell you I’d see you after practice,”

You didn’t wait for a response before you turned on your heel and left the room again.

“Nice going guys,” Rose muttered, grabbing both of your plates and chasing after you.

This was not how she expected your first meeting with the team to go.

*****

You hadn’t been lying when you said you had a meeting with your manager and your publicist. There was an apparent crisis that you had to deal with. It was annoying, but you weren’t sure if you were more irritated by some front desk person posting a picture of you in the USWNT hotel, or from Rose’s team showing her your book.

Only you got to show her stuff in your book.

“I literally don’t care,” You muttered to your publicist, sipping your coffee. “I’m wearing her jersey to the game tomorrow, so there’s no need to be subtle,”

“You don’t need to be snippy,” Kara (your publicist) said gently, pulling the cup from your hand.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Sorry, I’m just frustrated,”

“I thought Rosie would have worked all the frustration out of you,” Lena (your manager) chuckled. “You’re usually a ray of sunshine after spending the night with her,”

You shrugged, blowing out another breath. “I was in a good mood and then I met her team,”

“They read you the riot act?” Lena raised her eyebrow at you.

“No,” You muttered, furrowing your eyebrows. “They read my songbook and showed it to Rose while I was in the phone with you,”

You ran a frustrated hand through your hair, shifting uncomfortably under the gaze of the two women who had been with you since the beginning. “They showed her the page with the song I was gonna sing during our first dance,”

Lena and Kara shared a long look. They knew how protective you were over your music before it had been perfected. They knew how rare it was for you to show anyone, barring Rose herself.

“What did Rose say?”

Your shoulders lifted and fell as you picked your cuticle with your nail. “I didn’t give her time to catch up for a conversation,”

You had perfected the art of disappearing as much as you had appearing. You had slipped out by the time she had made it to the lobby, and you hadn’t answered her text messages since.

Lena and Kara both sighed, and your green-eyed manager reached out and caught your hand. “I thought the two of you agreed, no more running,”

“I know,” You ground out, pulling away and meeting Lena’s green eyes.

It had been one of the most important promises in your relationship. It was hard for you to talk when you were upset, and your childhood had taught you it was better to run than face the consequences. That you couldn’t be hurt if you didn’t talk.

But you wanted it to be different with Rose. It was different with her.

“It’s not her fault they read it,” You muttered. “I heard her tell them to stop,”

“So why not talk to her?” Kara pressed.

You chewed your bottom lip.“Because she read what isn’t done yet. It’s too raw,”

“Too vulnerable,” Kara supplied easily.

You shook your head. You didn’t mind being vulnerable with Rose, she was going to be your wife. You minded that all of her friends had been watching. You worried that one of those pages would wind up on some tumblr somewhere and she would be exposed. That your private thoughts would be stolen from you.

You already struggled enough with not feeling like a person with how much people felt comfortable taking your privacy away.

“Rose wanted them to meet the real me, and I couldn’t give her that,” You said slowly. “And now they’ve ruined my surprise for her,”

“Kid,” Lena sighed. “You know Rose doesn’t care about any of that. She loves you,”

“But I care,” You muttered. It was a hard thing for you to put into words. That you felt so … violated by something so seemingly innocuous. “I care that I didn’t get to show her my song in my own time. It’d be like… Davinci being forced to put his last supper on display before he was ready,”

Kara hummed. “Then why don’t you show her in your own way,”

You frowned, not understanding.

“The hotel has a piano,” Kara explained gently. “Why don’t you show her the song the way you had planned? The one in your notebook might not be finished, but the one in your head is,”

You nodded, running a hand through your hair. “I wanted to play to clear my head anyway,”

“Then I’ll get you set up,” Lena nodded. “We’ll take care of it,”

*****

Your fingers gently danced across the white keys, caressing them like they were a long-lost love, an old friend that welcomed you with familiar comfort. With nearly as much reverence as you touched rose with.

You had once heard Michael Phelps talk about how the pool drowned out his thoughts. The piano was that for you. The world around you went silent, and you could be at peace, even surrounded by a hundred thousand of your closest friends.

You sighed, humming along as your fingers pressed out the bridge again.

It was the one part that had been bothering you. The one part that wasn’t quite right. You squinted, running the same line again, switching out one of the notes, and shaking your head.

It still wasn’t right. You grit your teeth, slamming both hands on the keys.

You went to do it again, but her voice stopped you.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Rose asked you, landing a hand on your shoulder, and you gently lowered your fingers to the keys.

You blinked up at her, painting your famous smirk across your lips. “Sure you won’t sell them for a dollar?”

Her lips ticked up at your joke as she settled onto the bench beside you. “Becky had a long talk with Emily and Sanchez, expect an apology tomorrow,”

Your shoulders lifted and dropped, and your fingers returned to their starting position.

You didn’t need team dynamics to get involved in something that wasn’t a team problem.

You could feel Rose’s eyes on you, trying to read what was going through your mind.

“I’m not upset that they read my book,” You muttered, your fingers catching on the keys as you played through the bridge again, “they’re fans. I should have expected that,”

“No,” Rose growled, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at her. “Them being fans does not give them the right to invade your privacy. You being famous doesn’t negate your right to your thoughts,”

You pulled away, shaking your head. It was a familiar argument, one the two of you had had many times over.

Rose knew how you struggled to separate the parts of yourself.

“They don’t see me as a person,” You mumbled, closing your eyes as your fingers danced across the keys again, stumbling over the bridge. “To them, I’m just a character on a stage. My book is a part of that. It’s part of their lore. I’m not upset they looked,”

Rose paused, her eyes searching you. “You’re upset I looked?”

Again your shoulders lifted as you played through the section again. “They ruined my surprise,”

Your voice came out soft, and weak, showing the vulnerability that you knew only Rose would understand.

Rose’s eyebrows furrowed as you played the same riff again, missing the same note that you had several times. It wasn’t like you to miss notes, or to be indecisive.

Her hands moved to cover yours, stopping you from playing it again. “Baby, look at me,”

You sighed, your finger landing on the wrong note as you looked up at her, finally making eye contact.

Her thumb traced across your cheek as she searched you. It felt like she was peering into your very soul. “What’s going on?”

“I know you’ve been struggling to pick a song for our first dance,” You said slowly. “I was trying to surprise you. They ruined it. You saw it and now I can’t finish it,”

You watched as her face morphed from awe to something so much softer, and you leaned into her touch as she pulled you in for a very sweet kiss.

“Baby,” She smiled gently at you as she pulled away, and you saw the playful glint in her eyes. “They haven’t ruined everything. I may have heard a few of the words, but I can’t put a tune together with a few notes written on a page,”

You shook your head. “Still,”

You wanted it to be perfect. You knew your wedding day was likely to turn out like a fucking zoo, so you wanted to give her what you could. She deserved to have her dream wedding, and you hoped that you writing a song for her would help to make it that.

“I had it in my head, and now it’s just,” You flicked your hand. “Poof,”

Rose hummed, she knew how finicky your writing could be. How you could so easily be derailed. “You’ll figure it out, and then you can show me in your own time,”

Your shoulders lifted and dropped, and Rose knew that was all she would get out of you.

“But what I wanted to talk about more was your disappearing act,” She said seriously, and your shoulders hunched.

“I’m sorry,” You mumbled earnestly. “It was just too much,”

She nodded. If anyone understood it was her. You were a flight person more than you were a fight person, but you had promised her you wouldn’t run anymore a long time ago.

For the most part, you kept that promise. It worried her that today you hadn’t.

“I know, but pushing me away means I can’t help you,” She said gently. “It would have been better even if you just let me give you a hug before you ran off to meet Lena and Kara,”

You swallowed hard. You hadn’t waited because you didn’t want to fall apart on her. You needed to collect yourself before you faced her, and your management team always knew how to put you back together.

“I’m sorry,” Your voice broke as the words left your lips, and Rose pulled you closer to her. “I just needed to… process what I was feeling. It’s not always so cut and dry,”

She hummed, letting you tuck your face into her chest and just breathe her in. She knew it would comfort you more than anything she could say would.

She ran her hand through your chair, scratching your scalp, and enjoying getting to have you close. Enjoying that you were allowing her to comfort you.

You let out a long breath before pulling away and looking up at her. “I’m sorry I made a bad impression on your friends,”

She shook her head. “You didn't. They were fucking thrilled that you scolded them. Apparently, they think you're going to write a song about this or whatever,”

She waved her hand for effect, the same gesture you used most of the time when you were talking about the overzealousness of your fans. You couldn’t help but chuckle at her, shaking your head.

You would never truly understand your fans, no matter how much you tried or pretended to. But these weren’t just fans, these were her friends.

“I hope that someday they get to meet the real me,” You said, squeezing her hips. “Preferably before the wedding,”

Rose couldn’t help but cackle. “I’m sure we’ll get it all straightened out tomorrow. They were far less excited to get yelled at by Becky,”

You hummed, squeezing her hips again and just basking in the long moment. You knew you would have to break it. While you were technically on vacation, she was not.

“You have practice,” You said finally, glancing over at the clock. “And I should really work out this line before I go insane,”

“I know,” She shot you a sad sigh. “At least I’ll see you later,”

“I’m here for you all week babe,” You agreed with a nod. “And I’m taking you to dinner,”

She smirked. “You missed dessert last night, so be ready,”

You wiggled your eyebrows at her. “I’m always ready,”

“You’re too much,” She slapped your shoulder, and leaned in to kiss you, but before she could there was a knock at the door, and Becky’s head popped into the room.

She send a sorry smile your way, but you waved her off. You understood that Rose had things that she needed to do. You would never stop her from chasing after her dream.

You pulled away. “Go score some goals for me, I’ll be here when you get back,”

“Just don’t work too hard alright?” She said, moving a curl from in front of your eyes.

Your smirk widened. “No promises,”

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Rose said, her smile never leaving her face as she leaned in a placed a very sweet kiss on your lips.

“I love you,” You hummed against her,

“I love you too,” She smiled against your lips, lingering for another long second, her hands accidentally pressing into the keys behind you before pulling away.

Your head tilted at the sound, even though your eyes didn’t move to the key until Rose was out of sight.

Your finger landed on the key again, experimentally pressing it.

The A rang out across the ballroom like the hum of a tuning fork.

You shook your head, your lips parting. It was perfect.

Maybe you wouldn’t have to work so hard after all.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines #uswnt imagine #rose lavelle x reader #rose lavelle imagine

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wosoimagines · 1 year

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Touché - Rose Lavelle/Reader

prompt: based off an incorrect quote from @incorrectnwsl ; Find the quote here.

warnings: none

words: 455

Sorry that this took me longer to get to than I thought. My brother decided that since I graduated college that I must know how to identify parts of a sentence even though I do not and we had to use google to figure it out.

(Y/N) POV

I was laying on the couch as I watched the game on the tv. I hadn’t been too surprised when Wilma made herself at home on top of my legs. I had grinned and reached down to scratch behind her ears.

I knew that dating Rose meant that Wilma came with her. And I can’t say that I hated it. Wilma was honestly great. Maybe even better than Rose.

The most surprising thing was that Rose had yet to join me. I thought she would have joined me for the game already, especially since Wilma had joined me.

“Hey, girl,” I said softly. Wilma lifted her head up to look up at me. “Where’s Rosie?”

Wilma only stared back at me. I shrugged and sent her a small shrug. I knew that Rose would show up eventually. I just wasn’t sure when that would be.

It was nice just hanging out with Wilma as we watched the game.

“There you two are.”

Wilma and I both raised our heads in almost perfect sync as we looked up at Rose who was standing at the end of the couch.

“Hey, I was wondering where you’ve been,” I said as I grinned at her. I motioned to the tv. “The game started a little while ago.”

“Sonny called. She wanted to tell me the news first.”

I raised an eyebrow at that. If there was news involving Sonny then she either did something stupid and got hurt or something good happened. There really was no telling with her.

“So, what’s up with Sonny?” I asked.

“She got traded to Seattle.”

I groaned at that. It wouldn’t bode well at all for us in Los Angeles.

“Better backline, baby.”

“That’s not fair! God, I hope Christen makes it back to the pitch soon.”

“In your dreams.”

I rolled my eyes at her as she pressed a kiss to my forehead and mumbled that she’d be right back.

Imagine my surprise when Rose finally came back with her hair pulled back, an oversized blazer on (let’s be honest, it was probably one of mine), and a hairbrush that she was holding onto as if it was a microphone.

“Ma’am,” Rose said, completely serious as she walked toward Wilma, “it has been reported you are, in fact, a good girl. Do you care to comment?”

I looked down at Wilma as she gave out a low woof.

“Riveting,” Rose said, still completely serious.

“Am I interrupting something?” Janet, Rose’s mom, asked as she came into the living room.

“Just Rose acting like a crazy lady.”

I chuckled at the slap that connected to my shoulder.

“Isn’t she always like this?”

“Well, she is your daughter.”

“And she’s your girlfriend.”

“Touché.”

#rose lavelle imagine #rose lavelle imagines #rose lavelle x reader #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #USWNT #Rose Lavelle

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slimthicksonnett · 2 years

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Idiots. (Rose Lavelle)

A/N : Another reupload of an old fic! Wrote this one the day that Rose traded to OL Reign and I think it's safe to say she has been killing it over there. Long live the OL Gays <3

Request : R and Rose have been dating for a while and thought everyone on the team already knew because they never tried to hide it, but the whole team had no idea because Rose is so unemotional and R is just touchy with everyone. So one day Rose could just casually call R her girlfriend or something and doesn’t think anything of it until the team is just like “wait what?”

Word Count: Honestly, I’m scared to find out. -> 4106

It wasn’t unusual to find you cuddled up to your teammates. Something that all of the girls had accepted since you had joined the team was that your love language was certainly physical touch and many were happy to comply with your random hugs and hand holding. In hindsight, you think that this may be the reason it took them so long to realize that your affections for Rose were different.

“Good morning!” You grinned, bounding into the lounge-turned-meeting room where most of the team had gathered for their morning meeting. The team groaned at your early morning enthusiasm and Sonnett even deemed it necessary to throw a water bottle your way to show her annoyance. With goalie level reflexes, your hand snatched the bottle out of the air and you sent a wink towards the defender who groaned in response.

“How do you have so much energy in the mornings?” Mal, who was laying face down on the floor, asked.

“Yeah, you were literally out until late last night!” Your roommate Ash added. You simply raised an eyebrow at the goalie which sufficiently shut her up and caused a blush to grow on both her and Ali’s cheeks. The action, of course, didn’t go unnoticed by some of your teammates who all began to fake gag at the team’s couple.

“Must be genetics.” You said, giving a small shrug as you laid down on the couch. Or, more accurately, laid down across Rose and Sam’s laps as they were the ones sitting on the couch.

“You’re insufferable.” Rose murmured as she looked down at you with a small smile.

“That’s not what you said last night, Tulip.” Rose blushed as you reached up and booped her nose with your finger, rolling her eyes as she pushed your hand away. Sam laughed but seemingly thought nothing else of the comment as Jill walked into the room to start the game day meeting. You had a hard time paying attention though as Rose’s hands seemed to absentmindedly start playing with your hair. Eyes fluttering shut, you reveled in the rare physical contact as her fingers gently scraped against your scalp.

“Y/N, you with us over there?” Jill suddenly asked, and your eyes shot open. As the team turned towards you, the hands that had previously been laced in your hair were placed on your shoulders and shoving you to the ground.

With a yelp, you landed on the carpet of the hotel floor. Hissing slightly at the pain in your shoulder from hitting the floor upper body first, you shot a quick glare up at the short girl who was staring bashfully at her hands. Your teammates were all howling in laughter from your fall and your cheeks were burning bright red at being caught off guard.

“You okay down there, kid?” Carli asked, not laughing like your teammates but definitely trying to hide a smile. Groaning, you pushed yourself up so your back was against the couch and you gave your captain a quick thumbs up as you winced slightly.

“Yup, all good, just hit my shoulder wrong.”

“Good thing you use your feet in the game and not your arms, you’ll be fine.” Kelley’s comment sent the team back into their fits of laughter while you simply rolled your eyes. The defender put her hand over her heart in mock hurt as you flicked her off and turned your attention back to Jill.

“Anyways, as I was saying, the friendly with Spain tomorrow..” As the girls all began to return their attention to Jill, you reached your hand out and pinched Rose’s calf between the pads of your finger. The midfielder jerked her leg away quickly and offered a dismissive tight lipped smile to Sam who was giving her a concerned look.

When Sam looked away, Rose was quick to give you a look that was clearly asking you what the fuck that was for. Pointing at your shoulder you mouthed to her that it hurt, sticking out your bottom lip in a pout as you fixed her with award winning puppy dog eyes. As you did so, her tight lip smile split into the toothy grin you loved to see. Rolling her eyes playfully, she kissed her fingers and then reached down and touched them to your shoulder.

“Better?” She whispered, and you nodded your head vigorously as she held in her laughter. Often Rose thought that one reason she loved you so much was the similarities between yourself and a puppy with your need for affection and attention. Though she wasn’t one for PDA, your constant desire to be near her or touching her certainly made her smile.

Continuing to listen to Jill ramble on about something that you were sure to hear again later, you leaned your head against Rose’s leg. The two of you finally both deep in focus about the game day ahead of you.

—

“IT’S GAME DAY!” You screamed, jumping onto Kelley’s back as you both walked down the bus aisle.

To say you made an entrance would be an understatement. Christen nearly jumped out of her skin, Tobin almost dropped her water bottle, Becky DID drop her water bottle, Pinoe hit her head on the window, Alex ripped off too much pink pre-wrap, and the rest of the team generally looked startled.

“GAME DAY!” Sonnett and Kelley screamed in response, Kelley having her phone out recording the chaos as she carried you towards the back. This was of course echoed by various members of the team, Crystal even dancing in her seat and gaining a series of hollers from the girls.

“You sound like a team of high school football players.” Naeher grumbled and the girls all laughed, poking fun at their favorite grumpy uncle.

When you finally made it to the back, Kelley dumped you into your seat beside Rose. Like, literally dumped you. Thankfully Rose had taken the inside seat as always or else you probably would have crushed her under your weight. Instead, you landed safely in your seat and your head landed in Rose’s lap.

“What a coincidence seeing you here pretty lady.” You winked up at the pale girl who rolled her eyes playfully.

“Shut up before I push you into the floor again.” She huffed and now it was your turn to roll your eyes as you sat up in your seat.

“Happy game day to you too, Petunia.” Rose laughed and leaned on your shoulder, initiating physical contact wasn’t something she normally did but game days were a little different as she found your touch calming. She slipped in her headphones and started to focus as you placed her stuffed English Bulldog plush in her lap. You stayed like that for a while until Rapinoe got her music going over the speaker and it was time to jam out. A little tap to Rose’s leg told her it was time to lean off of you as you jumped up and were equally as hyped as the veteran forward.

—-

Watching Rose play absolutely filled your heart with joy and as the first whistle of the game blew you were on the edge of the bench with your eye on the ball. It was a tense first half and you were constantly switching between sitting and standing as you yelled at your teammates, Spain, and everyone who came in between. Watching Spain keep possession was painful but what hurt even more was the look on your girls face when she came off the field at half. You were quick to join her side as you made your way to the locker room.

“You’re playing strong, Peony.” You whispered and Rose simply shook her head, clearly upset with her performance. Her focus wasn’t where it should be, still stuck in the third minute where her shot on goal had been deflected by Spain’s defense. As you both sat down in the locker room, you laced your fingers through hers.

“Let’s do our breathing exercises, okay?” Rose nodded and the both of you switched your focus to your inhales and exhales, counting each as you went. Around twenty, Rose stopped and nodded her head to show that she was done and even the look in her eyes told you that she had recentered.

“Thank you.” She whispered, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. You smiled and ducked your head, a blush creeping up your neck at the act of affection. Somehow, none of your teammates made a comment on the action the same way they did with Krashlyn or Preath but you decided not to let their behavior distract you from the gesture. Moments later, Jill entered the room and began discussing subs and plans for the second half of the game.

—-

After reentering the stadium and being subbed in for Pinoe at the half, you were bouncing on your toes in anticipation. Watching Becky nearly give the ball to Spain’s forward had your full body coursing with anxiety and you couldn’t even begin to fathom standing still as you raced forwards to attempt to somehow beat the opposing teams one-touch pattern. Somehow, Rose beat you to it. Quickly, you hollered at your favorite midfielder who didn’t miss a beat in crossing the ball over to you.

From there, instinct took over. Just as you had been taught, you channeled every ounce of anxiety into speed and pulled past the Spanish player who was gunning for the ball at your feet. You could feel Alex’s presence towards the middle of the field but there was no way to get a clean pass so you simply did what you did best. Run. As you neared the goal you seized the first opportunity you had to beat Pereira out, kicking the ball in just above Paños glove. When the ball hit the net, you opened your arms to the stadium and jogged back onto the field where a small body slammed against your chest.

Smiling from ear to ear, you wrapped your arms around your teammate who had thrown herself onto you. You were always happy to hug Rose but hugging her after scoring a goal that she assisted on was what you imagined heaven felt like.

“You did it baby!” She cheered, kissing your forehead in an unusual display of affection that made you grin even wider. Tobin and Alex who had both reached you just as quickly followed Rose’s lead in throwing their arms around you and leaving kisses of their own on your head. You didn’t miss the glance that Alex had given Rose though, as if something had surprised her about the kiss.

Forcing your teammates off of you, everyone launched back into the game which eventually ended with a solid score of one to zero and you once again being attacked by all of your teammates.

As everyone started to disperse, talking to fans or teammates, you of course made a beeline for Rose. Before you could get there however, Jill was calling out to you. Groaning internally, you jogged your way over to your coach who placed a hand on your shoulder.

“You’re on for press duties.” Now you groaned out loud. It’s not that you disliked doing press but after what was a game winning goal, you’d much rather be spending your time with your girls. Or, well, your girl to be specific.

“Why are we even doing a conference after a friendly?” The backtalk was basically your brand, never holding back from asking your questions, even with Jill.

“After that loss to France, this win is important. It’s a World Cup year and we need to show the media that we’re back on our feet.” Coach explained, and you nodded in understanding.

“Fine. Anyone with me?” You asked and Jill nodded, pointing to Pinoe who made a frowny face and gave you a thumbs down that made you laugh. When you made it to your fellow forward, she didn’t hesitate to jump onto your back.

“Onward, my steed!” She shouted, pointing the way to the little press room.

As you walked in you were greeted with the sound of cameras and flashes of light that you knew were catching all of the sweat sitting on your brow. The amount of interviewers weren’t overwhelming like you knew they’d be at the Cup in a few months but there were enough that you began to do your breathing exercises, wishing that Rose was beside you. The press began asking questions and Pinoe handled most of them with ease as you generally faked interest. That was until a question was directed towards you.

“Miss Y/LN,” You turned your attention to the woman who called your name, inclining your head towards her to let her know you heard her and for her to continue. “Firstly I wanted to say congratulations on your goal tonight, you played beautifully. I may be a Spain fan but I was certainly excited to see you sub in at the half.” You let out a laugh and smiled at the woman, beaming under the praise.

“Thank you so much, it was a tough half. I was grateful to be on the field but subbing in for Raps here always leaves me with some big boots to fill.” Rapinoe, as well as many of those in attendance, awed at your statement. The older player threw an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into her for a quick side hug before letting you go back to your seat.

“Well, you did amazing. We simply wanted to ask how you’re feeling after such a game. I mean, your one goal in the fifty-sixth minute and then thirty-four more of just brutal defending, that couldn’t have been easy.” The reporter was right on the money with that one, it wasn’t an aggressive game physically with only one card on Spain but it had been tiring nonetheless.

“Absolutely. Like I said before, it was a tough half but I truly am thankful to play. Frankly I am kind of mentally exhausted and so when Jill told me I was on press I was less than thrilled, sorry.” Admitting the last part made you blush a little as you scratched the back of your neck but the reporters all simply laughed and Pinoe nodded her head in agreement.

“Is there somewhere in particular you’d rather be?” Another reporter asked and you bit your lip and laughed a little, trying to push away the thoughts that had entered your mind. There was definitely somewhere you wanted to be right now.

“Of course. I mean, I always like to celebrate wins with my girlfriend whenever I can.” The answer seemed to rattle everyone in the room including Pinoe who tried, and failed, to cover her look of surprise. God, you knew that was going to be memed later. Regardless, you kept your confident smile on as the press began to clamor with questions about your relationship. Instead of answering, you let management conclude the little conference as you stood up from the table and made your way to the locker room to get out of your sweaty jersey.

However, changing was not an option once you entered the room and were immediately mobbed by the majority of your teammates.

“Your girlfriend?!” Kelley screamed, nearly tackling you to the ground with a flying squirrel jump as soon as you entered the room. You gave all of the women a weird look but just kind of nodded your head, confused at their shock.

“A girlfriend?!” Andi Sullivan yelled, as Sonnett once again chucked a water bottle your way.

“I just watched the livestream, Y/N’s gay?” Sam shouted as she crossed over to you. This one you answered because… really?

“Samantha Mewis, you really thought I was straight? Ew, fuck no. I literally made multiple posts during pride month last year and went to a gay bar with Krashlyn and Raps.” Prying Kelley off of you, you attempted to move towards your locker. Krashlyn and Raps, who had recently entered the room, all looked at each other in surprise.

“We just thought you went because you literally love beer as much as Kelley and we offered free drinks.” Ashlyn admitted.

“Yeah, you’ve never actually said that you’re gay.” Rapinoe added and you recoiled from the statement.

“And I shouldn’t fucking have to!” You spat, shoving the girls away from you as you made it to your locker and stripped off your jersey that had started to cling to you. “Y’all are acting like you didn’t know I have a girlfriend.”

“We didn’t.” Alex muttered, the entire locker room dead silent as you stood there in your sports bra, staring at the team with your mouth agape. Before you could pull yourself together enough to answer, a pale body raced into the locker room and jumped into your arms. Stumbling backwards, you nearly dropped the tiny girl who had her legs wrapped around your waist but you managed to catch her in time.

“I still can’t believe you made the freaking game winning goal! I’m so proud of you baby.” Rose squealed burying her head in your neck. Holding Rose in your arms made you forget about your idiotic teammates for a second as you felt her press a kiss to your neck where she knew she couldn’t be seen. You hummed in response, hugging her a little tighter. The two of you were pulled out of your little dazes by the sound of a water bottle hitting the floor. Turning your head back towards your teammates, you were met with looks of shock and confusion. Setting Rose back down on her own two feet, the two of you turned to face the team together.

“What’s going on?” Rose asked, extremely confused as she had only just gotten back from being with the trainers.

“The girls are having a fucking fit because of what I said at the press conf.” You grumbled running a hand through your hair in frustration.

“Literally what in the flying fuck are you all still staring at.” The sentence came out as a growl and your eyes narrowed. As much as you liked affection and attention, this had become both annoying and uncomfortable for you as you stood there shirtless.

“She..” Sonnet started, motioning between you and Rose who now had her back to the team as she rummaged through your bags on the bench behind you.

“What…” Kelley started, again trailing off before she could say anything.

“Can someone around here speak in full sentences?” You laughed attempting to lighten the tension as you happily accepted and threw on the blue athletic shirt that Rose had handed to you out of your bag.

“Rose called you baby.” Ashlyn finally managed to get out and you raised an eyebrow in confusion

“Yeah, what about it?” You asked.

“And she’s the only one who doesn’t seem shocked by the fact that you have a girlfriend.” Tobin muttered, seemingly more so thinking out loud than speaking.

“Why would I be shocked?” Rose asked, looking up at you for help but you simply shrugged your shoulders.

“Holy shit!” Mal yelled as everything started to click.

“Rose is Y/N’s girlfriend, they’re dating.” As soon as the words left Alex’s mouth, the girls all started to argue. You could hear bits and pieces of everyone’s discussions as they all yelled over each other but what got your attention was Rose reaching out and grabbing your hand.

“Did they really not know?” She asked quietly and you just kind of shook your head in disbelief.

“I mean, it kinda seems like it.” You muttered, squeezing her hand gently.

“Idiots.” Rose grumbled, electing a laugh from you.

“For fucks sake, they’re holding hands!” Sonnett yelled, the arguing settling down now as everyone turned to look at you two. Rose’s face went bright red at the attention over the physical touch as her gaze became fixated on the ground and you glared at the team.

“Did y’all seriously not know this?” You finally asked and the team all started to stutter and look around guiltily. Their idiocy made you bark out a laugh, causing Rose to punch you in the side. You turned to your girlfriend and fake gasped in pain while she simply rolled your eyes and muttered something about you being dramatic.

“So this is like… for serious?” Alex questioned, motioning between you both and you two gave her identical nods.

“For how long?” Ashlyn asked, she and Ali both looking at the two girls like proud parents and it was almost gag worthy but the looks of approval in their eyes had Rose practically glowing.

“Since the SheBelieves Cup.” Rose answered, finding confidence through Krashlyn to speak up. You looked down at her lovingly, happy to see her speaking about your relationship.

“No way, that’s like a year.” Sonnett said in disbelief.

“March 7th, 2018.” You answered with a shrug.

“Right after you scored the goal against England and won the cup.” Christen stated, the gears clearly turning in her head as she and Tobin both thought about the timeline of events.

“Yup, she asked me out right there on the Orlando Pride field in Exploria Stadium. That’s how the tradition of us going out after every game she scores in started.” Rose explained, her blue eyes trained on your face as you tilt your head and smile down at her as you unlace your fingers from her. The lack of contact didn’t last long though as you brought your arms around her shoulders and pulled her so her back was against your chest and your chin rested on her head. Once again, the team seemed shocked.

“There’s literally no way. You two could not have been dating for nearly a year and none of us noticed.” Julie shook her head, crossing her arms.

“I mean, I don’t know how you didn’t notice. Besides JJ, you and like half the team were maybe two feet away when I asked her. Literally right after she said yes Alex and Christen came over and hugged us.” The three women all shared looks of disbelief that this had happened right in front of them.

“I still don’t believe it. This is just some sort of elaborate prank like the ones you’re always pulling! Rose acts like she doesn’t even like you half the time.” Kelley said, crossing her arms like Julie had moments ago. Some of the team muttered in agreement and the words cut you deeply. The thought of your girlfriend not liking you was hurtful to say the least.

“I do not!” Rose defended, leaning further back into you.

“Yes you do.” Sonnett countered and Rose’s face scrunched in annoyance.

“Fine, if you don’t believe what we say then believe this!” Rose huffs, and without warning the small girl has turned in your arms and put her hands on the side of your face.

Quickly she looked you in the eye and you nodded, giving her your complete consent. Milliseconds later, her lips were on yours and you nearly melted in her touch. Without a second thought you put your hands on your girlfriend’s hips and picked her up so her legs were wrapped around your waist instead of having her standing on her tippy toes. Turning so that the girls could see the sides of your faces instead of the back of Rose’s head, giving them a full view of the little midfielders lips locked with yours, you could hear several of the girls let out gasps and others catcall you both. Gentle as ever, Rose leaned back so your foreheads were resting together. You carefully went to set her down but not before leaning in and stealing another quick kiss, Rose responding immediately as she moved her lips softly against your own.

Panting slightly, you both turn to face the girls who seem a mixture of shocked and happy. You pointed at Pinoe and glared slightly as she had of course recorded the entire thing on her phone.

“Send me that but don’t you dare post it anywhere.” Pinoe grinned as she quickly sent the video to the groupchat of inner circle players.

“Believe us now?” Rose asked with an air of sass that made your heart eyes grow even bigger.

“I stand corrected.” Kelley says with her eyebrows raised, holding her hands up in defeat.

“Good. Now, I believe I scored a goal. So if you’ll excuse us, Snowdrop and I have a date to go on.”

another reupload, hope you enjoyed the read or re-read. this will always be a personal favorite of mine and i know @grapefruit-personified loves it too.

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lets-get-saucy · 2 months

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Collecting Strays - Kelley O’Hara X Reader (platonic)

Summary: Miss Kelley is known for making friends with younger players and taking them under her wing. When she notices you, a rookie at Gotham, are having a bad day, she does what she can to make you feel better, adding you to her collection of younger players she looks out for.

Warnings: slight angst

It had been less than a month since you signed with Gotham. Just a few short weeks ago your mom had helped you move in to your new apartment and get set up in this new city. At first everything was fine. You seemed to fit in well with the team making a few friends with your fellow teammates.

One in particular was Kelley O’Hara. One your very first day with Gotham, Kelley took you under her wing, showing you around, giving you tips during training, and just being a supportive teammate.

Normally, you were excited for practice but today you just couldn’t muster up the energy to even try to seem excited to be there. First, your coffee had spilt in your car leaving you un-caffeinated. Then, you couldn’t stop shivering as you walked outside to the training pitch. The wind was blowing in your face making you even colder despite the training jacket you had on. The sky seemed to get greyer and greyer as training went on. You also weren’t playing as well as you could.

At the end of practice you took a deep breath, not wanting your teammates to see you cry. Showering as quickly as possible and throwing on clothes, you quickly made your way out of the changing room trying to avoid conversation.

Today was just a hard day, your teammates didn’t need to know that.

You were halfway out the building when a hand on your shoulder stopped you.

“Hey kid,” Kelley said turning you to face her, “what’s up? You’ve been off all day.”

You try to shrug off Kelley’s hand, not bothering to take your eyes off the floor.

“Nothing’s up, I’m just having an off day,” you lie.

“That’s not going to work with me kid,” Kelley crossed her arms in front of her.

Still not looking up you just shrug in response.

“Come on, your gonna come over to my place,” Kelley demanded pushing you towards the door.

“Kelley, really I’m fine I just want to go back to my apartment,” you try and pull away from her.

“Spending an hour at my apartment wont kill you,” Kelley said practically dragging you to her car.

That’s how you ended up on Kelley’s couch, hot chocolate in hand watching some random show.

“So, you want to talk about it yet?” Kelley ask, once you finish your drink setting down.

“No, not really,” you say, turning your attention back to the tv.

Kelley lets out an exaggerated sigh, causing you to roll your eyes.

“I told you early, I’m fine.” Looking over Kelly arches an eyebrow, causing you to sigh this time. “Okay, it’s my mom’s birthday and I miss home and I miss my dog and I really wish I could be there celebrating with everyone and I love it here but…”

Kelley cuts you off “woah, take a deep breath,” pulling you into a hug you burry your face in her neck wrapping your arms around the older woman.

You hadn’t realized you were crying but now it felt like you couldn’t stop.

“I miss home,” you whimper in Kelley’s embrace.

“Shh, I know,” she says rubbing your back. “I know.”

You don’t know how long you to stay like that. With you practically in Kelley’s lap letting it all out as she runs her fingers through your hair and rubs your back, holding you until you calm down.

Once she notices your sobs had stopped Kelley pulls back slightly, wiping your tears away.

“I know its hard,” she says her thumb stroking your cheek. “I wont lie to you and tell you it gets easier. In this profession, you’re always going to miss something. Birthdays, holidays, weddings, but you get so much more and make so many amazing memories and travel to new places, it’ll make it worth it. I’m sorry you miss home but just know this team is here for you. I’m here for you.”

Fresh tears make its way down your cheeks and you whip at them with your shirt sleeve. “Thank you Kelley. Not just for today but for being there for me even when I first joined the team.”

“Of course” Kelley smiled pulling you in for a hug. “Now how about we get some ice cream, ice creams guaranteed to make anyone happy.”

You laugh for probably the first time today, “okay.”

It had been a few hours since your breakdown to Kelley but you were still in her apartment. A knock at the door startled you both. Kelley rolled her eyes when a familiar voice called out. You could tell that a few people were outside, namely Rose and Sonnett, but you couldn’t tell who else.

At first you had thought Kelley had invited them over but when someone knocked Kelley rolled her eyes mumbling how some people just wouldn’t leave her alone as she went to open the door. You knew her annoyance was fake though when Jenna walked through the door Jenna launched herself at Kelley. Kelley picked her up spinning the younger girl around. Rose and Sonnett followed behind walking into Kelley's apartment. You smiled in greeting to your teammates.

Sonnett and Rose made their way into the living room, saying quick hellos as Kelley sat Jenna back down on her feet.

“You guys ate ice cream without us,” Sonnett frowned when she noticed the two empty bowls on the coffee table.

“Ice creams for invited guest only,” Kelley said following Jenna and Rose into the living room.

“I’m hurt Miss Kelley,” Sonnett placed a hand over her heart pretending to be offended.

“What are you guys watching,” Rose said sitting down between you and Sonnett.

“Just some trash reality tv show,” You said causing Kelley to scoff.

“First, they barge in then you insult the tv shows I watch.”

“We should watch a movie,” Jenna interrupts as she squeezes herself in between Sonnett and Rose.

“I agree,” Sonnett picks up the remote, looking for a movie to watch.

“You guys know this is my apartment, right?” Kelley is still standing, her hands on her hips looking at all of you.

“Please Miss Kelley? That show was boring,” you stick out your bottom lip, giving Kelley the best puppy-dog eyes you can.

“Sonnett, look what you’ve taught her,” Kelley gasp causing the room to laugh. “My sweet innocent baby calling me Miss Kelley.”

Kelley pinches your cheeks, swatting at her hands trying to get her to stop as the others laugh at you two. “I’m not a baby,” you pout.

“You’re one of the youngest on the team, of course you’re a baby,” Kelley says finally sitting down next to you pulling you into her side.

You cross your arms sinking back into the couch.

“Does that mean I’ve been upgraded Miss Kelley?” Jenna ask leaning forward to look at Kelley.

“Ugh not you too,” Kelley groans covering her face with her hands.

“Shh guys, Sonnett picked a movie,” Rose said kicking her feet up on the coffee table.

The movie started and everyone was quite watching as the opening credits came on the screen.

“Wait!” Jenna stood up from the couch, walking to the kitchen. “We need popcorn.”

After the movie, Sonnett, Rose, and Jenna started getting their things together.

“Thanks Miss Kelley for letting us crash your place,” Jenna said pressing a kiss to Kelley’s cheeks.

“Yeah yeah,” Kelley said taking empty bowls to the kitchen.

A chorus of byes followed as the other women made their way out of Kelley’s apartment, leaving just you and her. You grabbed the remaining bowls from the coffee table, taking them to the kitchen.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Kelley said taking them from your hands.

“It’s okay, it’s the least I can do since you let me stay here all day,” you shrugged.

“If I remember correctly, I had to drag you to my car earlier,” you roll your eyes at Kelley’s response.

You lean against the counter as Kelley loads her dishwasher, “about that, how am I getting to my apartment?”

“Why don’t you just stay her tonight and I’ll drive us to training in the morning?”

You try to come up with an excuse but you don’t have one and you don’t really want to be alone right now any ways.

Nodding, your wrap your arms around yourself, “okay, thanks.”

“Yeah its no problem,” Kelley says giving you a soft smile.

Now that a few hours had gone by you realized you weren’t sad anymore, or as sad. Kelley had succeeded in taking your mind off things. You didn’t realize how desperately you had needed the company. If you hadn’t come over to Kelley’s you would have probably gone back to your apartment after practice and spent all day crying in your bed.

“No Kelley, I mean thank you, for today,” you admit. “I really needed this.”

“I know kid,” Kelley says pulling you in for a hug.

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alotofpockets · 9 days

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Rose Lavelle Appreciation

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#woso appreciation #rose lavelle #uswnt #uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader #uswntsoccer #gotham fc #gotham city #woso #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines #wofo

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writtenbymisunderstoodnerds · 10 months

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Unconditionally, uncontrollably, undoubtedly (Rose Lavelle x Reader)

So it's been a really long, stressful few weeks, I lost my motivation/energy to write. However, I'm lucky enough to be in the same time zone as the world cup which has definitely given my motivation back. With my upcoming holiday and moving, sorry to say this is probably going to be the last fic I post for at least a month.

First time writing for Rose, hope you enjoy :)

Words: 1.1K

Between media, training, recovery and exploring with the girls, it had been an incredibly long week. You would think with how exhausted I was, sleep would be coming easy, but it wasn't. I missed sleeping next to my girlfriend. Knowing she was only a few doors down didn't help. Of course Rose and I still spent time with each other, it just wasn't as much. Tiredness and missing my girlfriend turned into grumpiness which became obvious to the team at training when I practically ignored everyone or gave one word answers. Even to Rose.

Once training had ended, I skipped team bonding deciding to go float in the pool instead. It was relaxing and I knew no one would look for me there except maybe Rose. After maybe half an hour there was a disturbance in the water making me look over to find Rose crouching down next to the pool.

"Hey."

I swam over, leaning up to peck her lips, "Hey yourself."

"Glad to see you're not mad at me."

"Sorry about today, I was just grumpy in general not at anyone in particular."

"I noticed, everyone noticed actually. Do you want to come watch a movie in my room with me?"

"Can't promise I'll last a whole movie but I would love that. Let me go shower quickly and get changed, I'll meet you there?"

"Deal."

When Rose opened the door, I was met with a dim room lit only by fairy lights and the TV. There were flowers lying on the bedside table, my favourite pasta and chocolate waiting on the table. Rose stood next to me, playing with her fingers as a nervous smile appeared. It was understandable. While I had never really snapped at Rose because I was tired, I hated doing stuff when I was this exhausted. Preferring to either just watch tv or go to sleep with very little conversation. However, at this point I would do pretty much anything to spend time with Rose. My heart fluttered at the fact she had done this for me. I wrapped my arms around her, kissing the top of her head. "What's all this?"

"You get grumpy when you're tired or stressed. I know we haven't had a lot of time together and like me you're probably struggling to sleep. So I thought we were overdue for a date night. I know you don't li-"

"I love it Rose. I love you. You know me too well."

She smiled proudly, kissing my cheek, "I love you Y/n. Coach gave us permission to have a sleep over tonight since tomorrows an off day. He also said he doesn't mind if we do it more often as long as it's only on days off. "

"Really?"

"Really. When I said everyone noticed your grumpiness, I meant everyone."

"Thank you Rosie. I really needed this."

"I know. So did I."

Rose picked up the flowers, holding them out to me, "These are for you."

"They're beautiful, I love them. Thank you."

Rose took my hand, leading me over to the table. She had lit a few candles, spread a few rose petals over the table and set the table nicely with my favourite pasta, some garlic bread and a wine glass of cranberry juice. Maybe odd combination, but it was my favourite. I cupped Roses cheek, kissing her with as much love and passion as I could. I loved this girl more than I ever thought was possible.

When we had first started seeing each other, I wasn't really that into her. She was nice enough, she just wasn't my type. My friend had set us up and really wanted me to at least try, claiming that we had a lot in common. It turns out the only real thing we had in common was our love for dogs and soccer, but Rose had actually been interested in hearing about my interests and learning more about them. It had been a long time since anyone was so interested try some of their hobbies from time to time what I was saying so despite not being into her, I had agreed to a second then a third date. To this day, 6 years later, that was the best decision I had ever made. The more we saw each other, the more I fell for her. Now I couldn't imagine my life without her. Turns out you don't need a lot in common with someone to be with them, you just need to be willing to listen.

After eating, we just sat and talked for a while. Something that we hadn't had much time for over the last few weeks. It was the most I had been able to relax since the world cup started. I knew there was still a long way to go, there would be more sleepless nights, less time together and stress, but it felt like a weight had been lifted and I could breathe again.

One of Rose's favourite songs started playing quietly from my phone, making her smile widely. I held my hand out, Rose quickly taking it without hesitation. I spun her around, giggles spilling out as my arm wrapped around her waist, the other still holding her hand. Rose looped her arm around my shoulder, pecking my lips quickly. "You don't like dancing."

"Maybe not, but here, with you, it's my second favourite thing in the world."

"Second? What's the first?"

"You. No matter how many dogs we may get, it will always be you. 6 years ago, I made the best decision of my life when I agreed to go out with you. You've changed my life in a way I never expected. I can't imagine a day where I don't get to see your smile, hear your laugh or your voice. I look forward to the day when there's no more travel or nights apart, where we wake up and go to sleep together every single day. Those are my favourite times of the day, no matter what the day will or has brought, they never fail to bring a smile to my face. This isn't how I planned to do this. Actually, I didn't have a plan, all I knew was it would happen sometime during the world cup when the time was right. There's never been a time that's felt more right than now."

I pulled out the ring that had been accompanying me everywhere we went for the last month or so, just waiting for the right time. A hand covered her mouth, the other clutching mine. I dropped down to one knee, only letting go of her hand for a second to open the box before finding it again.

"Unconditionally, uncontrollably, undoubtedly, I love you Rose Lavelle. Will you marry me?"

Rose fell onto her knees in front of me, holding me tightly, warm drops falling against my neck, "Yes, yes I'll marry you. What is it you said? Unconditionally, uncontrollably, undoubtedly, I love you Y/n Y/l/n."

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #rose lavelle #rose lavelle imagines #rose lavelle x reader #woso x reader #woso imagines

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agentmaxa · 10 months

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Show and Tell - Uswnt/Woso Master List

LAST UPDATED: July 27, 2023

TEAM

- I Never Knew - Very angsty there is a warning before the fic of all the things in there

- No Warnings - Fluff, bullying included

- She's been corrupted! (Part 1, Part 2) - Fluff for both

- New to this - Being overwhelmed by Social media, autism-hate(?)

- Late to the Game - Fluff

KRASHLYN

- I’m Back - Mentions of being in military via bad dream and introduction at the beginning, fluff otherwise

- Meet Your Sister (Part 1, Part 2) - pt2 has hinted self-deprecation, fluff otherwise

- Running Home (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4) - a.b.o fic - Separation-anxiety, insomnia, and anorexic

- I Dare You - a.b.o fic ? - Dealing with homophobia, brief classism mentioned if Alpha and Omega count

- Short-Fuse - bad refs, fluff otherwise

- Blankie! - Child!R, fluff

- Love is the best medicine - Fluff

- Oh, Really? - Very suggestive smut (?) Fluff otherwise

- Quality Time - Bad communication, mentions of possible cheating, fluff ending

- Snuggles - Fluff

- Scary Man! - Fluff

- Not As Bad As It Looks - Blood mentioned, homophobia and slur mentioned.

TOBIN HEATH

- The Chill Isn’t Working - Fluff

- No One Likes Being Hurt - bad communication, mentions of soccer injury, fluff ending

- Stars Colliding - Fluff

- Paint My Love - Vandalism(?), escaping arrest, and suggestive end

CHRISTEN PRESS

- It’s You and Me - Fluff with angst sprinkled throughout

- Ride or Die (Part 1, Part 2) - Fluff

- Baby Fever - Fluff

ALEX MORGAN

- Not Made Of Stone (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4) - Pt1 is fluff, Pt2 has mentions of young character death, Pt3 and 4 are fluff

ROSE LAVELLE

- What is happening?! - Fluff

BECKY SAUERBRUNN

- The Red Skull - Fluff with small suggestive bit in middle

ALYSSA NAEHER

- No, My Fiancée - Mentions of concussions, fluff

KRISTIE MEWIS

- Amuse Me - Fluff

JULIE JOHNSTON/ERTZ

- Loki did what?! - Fluff

JESSIE FLEMING

- Once Rivals (Spy AU) - Torture, blood, and brief character death

If you want me to write one for your favorite player(s) just go to my blog and type it into the ask me or message me. No guarantees though. I also do AUs so please include that if you want.

#woso x reader #uswnt imagines #woso imagine #woso imagines #uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader #jessie fleming x reader #alex morgan x reader #alyssa naeher x reader #krashlyn x reader #tobin heath x reader #christen press x reader #rose lavelle x reader #becky sauerbrunn x reader

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reminiscingtonight · 1 year

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She’s All Mine

Rose Lavelle x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

She’s All Yours (Part One)

[WOSO Masterlist]

When there’s a slight knock on your door, you barely stop your automatic groan before it escapes.

The past couple days have been rough. Between a new case being assigned to you and the fallout of a previous case falling upon your desk, you can’t even recall the last time you slept in your own bed. You’ve been living off shitty coffee and fumes the past couple of days, doing everything you can to sort through all of your documents, trying to get everything in order.

Rubbing tiredly at your eyes, you look up just as your secretary opens the door, an apologetic look on her face when she takes in the files thrown everywhere on your desk.

“What’s up?”

“Someone’s here to see you.”

You frown, eyes already back on your files, sorting through the papers. “Are they on the list?”

“Uh, well… no.”

You sigh, not looking up. Although you’ve been at this for a while, you still haven’t made too much progress. There’s one specific document you were looking for, and if you don’t find it before your meeting tomorrow, you’re more than screwed. “Liz, you know the rules. If they aren’t on the list, they don’t get access--”

“Well I can’t exactly say no to them.”

Her voice is tight, making you look up with furrowed brows. “What do you mean? I’ve seen you say no to people twice your size or those big suits who think they hold all the power.”

She fidgets in her place, looking more and more uncomfortable as the seconds tick by. “No I mean it, I can’t say no to her. Like it’s… It’s not possible. At all.”

Your confusion has morphed into concern, seeing your normally calm and collected secretary so unsettled. “Liz--”

“It’s Rose Lavelle. She’s here to see you. And turning her away is like… it’s like turning away royalty.” The last word is whispered out in awe. Liz is a huge soccer fan, that much you know. Now you understand why she’s so hesitant to turn away your visitor.

After running into Rose by accident all those weeks ago, the two of you have struck up an interesting relationship. She kept true to her word, taking you out to coffee a few days after your initial meeting. And then she did it again. And again. Along with coffee came late night dinners, catching meals after her games, going out to see movies, things of the sort. The two of you have gone out quite a lot, if you’re really thinking about it. The only thing the two of you haven’t done is put a label on anything.

All at once you’re dropping the papers in your hands, subconsciously running a hand through your messy hair. You nervously clear your throat. “Uh, it’s fine, she’s fine, you can-- go ahead and send her in.”

Liz nods, quickly ducking back out the door.

In your head you’re quickly counting to twenty, trying to make yourself look a bit more presentable before you know Rose is coming in. A brief look at your reflection through your laptop has you cringing. You really did look like you haven’t been home in days.

Before you have too much time to worry about your state of dishelvement, there’s another light knock at the door and then a familiar brown head of hair is poking its way in.

It’s embarrassing how just the sight of her takes your breath away.

“Hi.” Rose gives you a soft smile that you can’t help but return.

“Hey.”

She takes a seat on the other side of your desk, careful not to knock over any of your papers.

“Sorry for the mess. It’s been a hectic week.”

Rose chuckles at the way your eyes are quick to zero in on the cups of coffee in her hands. “Sorry, you look busy.”

“No! Don’t worry about it, I can take a quick break. I’m never too busy for you.”

It isn’t until Rose blushes that you realize you accidentally said the last sentence out loud.

You nervously scratch at the back of your neck. “Um, how’s your day going?”

Rose shrugs. “Had an early practice. And then I missed you so I thought I’d drop by.”

Your heart does a funny little jump at the thought of Rose missing you.

“I’d ask how your day is going, but I think I can guess by this…” she trails off, crinkles by her eyes betraying her amusement at the state of your desk.

When Rose reaches across your desk to hand you your drink, you both pretend not to notice the way her hand lingers. As casually as you can, you drop your free hand onto the table, gently grasping her hand in yours.

Rose’s cheeks turn pink, but she flips her hand over, intertwining your fingers.

“Anyways. So there’s this event tomorrow night.” You nod, taking a sip of your coffee. It takes everything in you not to moan out in content. Sometimes it’s amazing, and sweet, how Rose remembers the little things you like. You’re a little too busy savoring the sweet taste of your drink to notice the way Rose has started to nervously fidget in her seat. “I was wondering if… would you like to come?”

You look up, drink forgotten in your surprise. “Like… as your plus one?”

Rose is looking everywhere but at your face now. Her cheeks are slightly red and she tries to untangle your fingers in embarrassment. You don’t let her. If anything, you tighten your grip. “I mean, only if you want to. No pressure or anything. The others are bringing their partners too-- Not that we’ve labeled ourselves, or anything! Um, I uh-- I just, it would be more enjoyable if you wanted to come? I don’t know, it’s totally okay if you don’t want to--”

“Rose. Breathe,” you chuckle, giving her hand a light squeeze. Rose blushes again, mouth instantly closing shut. “I’ve got a meeting in the early afternoon tomorrow, but if I’m out in time I’d love to be your plus one.”

“Yeah?”

You nod, not able to hide your smile. “Yeah.”

Rose’s lips split into a shy grin.

You spend the next couple of minutes catching up with one another. You haven’t seen Rose since last week when you dropped by to watch one of her games, so you take this time to relish in her company. The two of you chat about anything and everything. Time always seems to fly by when you’re around each other, so when you next catch sight of the time, it takes everything in your power to not let your panic show. You’ve spent way more time catching up with Rose than you thought you had. As much as you hate it, you know you have to get back to work. Especially if you want to make it to the party tomorrow.

Rose notices the way your eyes have drifted to your computer, correctly guessing what has caught your attention. “I should probably let you get back to work, huh.”

When she stands up, you’re quick to follow her onto your feet.

She waits until you walk around your desk before she’s leaning in, arms wrapping around your waist in a tight hug. You try not to melt too much against her, but you’re only human. And Rose gives some of the best hugs you’ve ever had.

When the two of you break apart, Rose leans in to press a kiss on your cheek. It lands dangerously close to the corner of your mouth, and you’re not sure if you’re imagining things when she seems to linger for a moment, still in your personal space. Rose’s eyes dart down to your lips momentarily, almost as if she’s considering closing the gap.

For an exhilarating second you think she’s going to kiss you.

The hope fades just as quick as it comes when Rose steps back with a nervous cough.

“Call me when you get off work tonight?”

You let out a light laugh. “Not sure if I’ll make it home any time soon but I’ll try.”

Her face scrunches up adorably in disappointment. “You need to take better care of yourself.”

You raise a hand up to your head to give her a stupid little salute. “I’ll try my best, ma’am.”

Rose laughs, punching you lightly on the shoulder. “You’re an ass.”

“Drive home safe,” you chuckle in return.

With one last look over her shoulder, Rose lets the door close behind her.

It doesn’t even take a second before you find yourself missing her already.

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Soccer players are fun. If there’s anything you’ve taken away since getting to know Rose and her friends, it’s exactly that.

After drowning in paperwork for nearly a week, this party is definitely a welcomed break.

The second your meeting finishes, you rush to get home. It’s a scramble, getting ready for the party, but you manage to get dressed in time. Despite your protests, Rose is there to pick you up, a shy smile in place.

From the second you lay eyes on her, it takes all of your self control not to drag her in for a kiss.

She’s hot. Like even more than she usually is. And that’s saying something. Her dress has you nearly salivating, and you have to try your best to not ogle her like a schoolboy.

Sometimes the cat and mouse game the two of you have going on is fun. It’s a dangerous game you’re playing, toeing the line between friends and something more. Neither of you are stupid, you both know you’re eventually going to get together, but at this point it’s just a matter of seeing who’s going to crack first.

Of course you can always make the move first, but you’re nothing if not competitive. And while you find it hot, Rose is unfortunately also just as competitive. She also doesn’t happen to like playing fair.

The two of you haven’t even been sitting down for five minutes before she’s dropping a hand onto your leg. And it would be fine, really, but her hand rests dangerously high on your thigh. Although you’re trying your best to listen to the story Lu has started, it’s taking everything in you to just keep your composure. Your skin feels hot under her touch, and it doesn’t take long for you to start questioning your sanity.

The smirk living on Rose’s lips tells you she knows exactly what she’s doing.

It’s infuriating how much her cockiness makes you want to kiss her more.

A loud noise has you craning your head to find its source. When you do, it’s hard not to smirk yourself. All you need is to see a glimpse of Sonnett before a plan pops up into your head.

“Wow, Sonny really looks like she’s out to get some numbers tonight.”

Rose turns her head in the direction you’re looking at. Sonnett’s good looking. You know that, Rose knows that, everyone knows that. Honestly it’s a surprise that no one’s snatched her up yet.

Rose shrugs, eyes narrowing inquisitively at you when she looks back your way. “Son’s just dressing up as she does. The numbers would be an extra perk, not her intention.”

“Five bucks.”

“What?” Rose tilts her head in confusion, amusement dazzling in her eyes.

“Five bucks I can get Sonny to kiss me.”

The amusement’s quick to drop. Rose tries to play it off with a scoff, but you’re not fooled. Rose is cute, but even more cute when she’s jealous. “No way. I’m not a perv.”

It’s hard to hide your grin. Step one achieved. Now onto step two. “Fine. A kiss if I can get Sonnett to give me five bucks.”

For the second time in seconds, she freezes. There’s a confused question floating around in her eyes, but she still snorts out a response. “Are you serious?”

“Deadly.”

It only takes one word for her to realize your intentions. Rose narrows her eyes at you, annoyed at how quickly you played her. “You know what, go for it. If she doesn’t give you the money, you owe me a kiss.”

It’s a win-win situation no matter if you get the money or not, but the only thing at stake is which one of you will have to break first tonight.

“Deal.”

Rose’s eyes feel hot on your back as you push your way through the crowd. Sonnett’s quick to give you a grin when she spots you heading her way.

“‘Sup dude?”

You don’t waste any time with introductions. “Sonnett. Give me five bucks.”

The blonde quirks an eyebrow at you. “Have you ever heard of this thing called ‘asking’?”

“Sonnett,” you sigh.

“No!” she laughs. “Why do you even want five dollars?”

“I bet Rose a kiss if I can get you to give me five bucks.”

At that, Emily puts her drink down. She turns, catching Rose staring at the two of you. Emily’s always been one of the most vocal of Rose’s friends. The blonde has lamented, whined, and groaned about when the two of you were finally going to make things official, oftentimes muttering about how this back and forth was annoying her, not that she really had a stake in anything. But now that it’s actually come down to it, you can almost see the gears turning in her head.

It only takes a couple seconds before she’s sighing, digging through her wallet for what seems like way more than five dollars. “Take my whole wallet. Go get your kiss.”

Sonnett’s pushing you away with a laugh, ushering you back towards Rose.

You give her a little stupid salute before you’re skipping back to the midfielder.

Rose is struggling not to laugh when you pop back up next to her, sliding the money gifted to you from your friend across the table to her. “Do I even want to know how you got this?”

“No. Now about that kiss…” you trail off, definitely not missing the way Rose bites at the bottom of her lip.

God was she sexy. And god did you just want her to kiss you already.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she stutters out, face turning red at the thought of actually finally getting to kiss you.

“Rose,” you huff. “Do you really think I went through all that trouble just to not get my kiss?”

“You actually want to kiss me?” She sounds surprised, almost as if she’s forgotten how long the two of you have been pretending not to be into each other.

“Like insanely so.” You’re not even embarrassed by how desperate you sound.

Three years later, Sonnett will stand up with a mic, taking all the credit for finally getting the two of you together. You’ll be dressed in white, rolling your eyes at someone you have now long considered your best friend while Rose does exactly the same, only with a slightly peeved look on her face. Pinoe will try to argue her case for being the one responsible, given that she’s the one who told Rose to invite you, while Sofia will offhandedly try to give credit to your shared ex-boyfriend. It’s honestly a shit-show, your wedding reception, but the two of you won’t care much, more than happy to finally have matching rings on your hands.

But in the present day, you and Rose are happy to just finally have your first kiss.

“Go on a date with me. Like an official one,” you murmur seconds after you break apart.

“Only if I get to pay for it,” is her response, Rose never one to be outplayed.

She’s a competitive one, she is, but Rose is a competitive girl you get to call yours, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#rose lavelle x reader #rose lavelle imagine #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #Ace writes

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kamotecue · 8 months

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the bet ➶ r. lavelle

pairing: rose lavelle x reader

summary: you were just a bet that rose had accepted, you didn’t know until you overheard lindsey talk about it with emily. uswnt!reader, angelcity!reader.

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you had a soft smile on your face as you swung your keys around your fingers. it’s almost your first year anniversary with rose, little did you know how quick the smile would wipe off your face.

“wait, if it’s true then why is rose still dating y/n?” you heard emily’s loud voice, as you turned the corner to see lindsey and emily talking in the quiet hallway.

you hid behind the wall, as you heard lindsey shushed emily.

“be quiet, we don’t know who’s lurking in these halls. like i said, there was a bet that rose agreed to which was to make y/n fall in love with her.” lindsey said, as the smile from your face had dropped.

so, i’m just a bet? did she even have feelings towards me? you thought, as you put a hand over your mouth to muffle the sounds that were threatening to come out.

“it’s incredible that she managed to keep it this long.” lindsey said, as you heard their voices getting farther away.

you slumped to the ground, a few tears have fallen as you heard footsteps coming. you got up quicky accidentally head bumping into the person you didn’t want to see right now.

“n/n, i was looking all over for you.” rose said, as you averted your eyes.

“what’s wrong?” she took note of your silence, as she tried to touch your shoulder, you stepped back.

“is it true that i’m a bet?” you asked, as your voice broke. her eyes widened, as she looked a bit frantic.

“where have you heard this?” rose asked, as you shrugged.

“lindsey was talking about it with sonnett. well, you didn’t deny it. seeing as i’m just a bet, let’s break up.” you watched as she held onto your hands in a panic.

“no—it’s true, you are a bet n/n. however, i never meant for it to get this far.” rose said, as you scoffed.

“did you ever care at all? was your feelings even true, or was it a lie?” you said, as she shook her head.

“i never meant for you to get hurt-“ you cut her off, pulling your arm away from her.

“well, you did. just stop trying, okay? you broke my trust, maybe you should’ve tried harder.” you walked past her as she tugged on your arm.

“what was i supposed to do!” she yelled, as you gave her look.

“i don’t know, rose. maybe you should’ve told me i was a bet, that this whole thing was a lie! anything would be better than this!” you yelled, as you looked across the hall to see julie with a concerned look.

“you don’t have to hear from me ever again, i’ll swear that we won’t cross paths. i’ll quit from the national team.” you said, as your voice broke at the last word.

she watched as you packed your bags, julie tried stopping you but it was inevitable.

#rose lavelle #rose lavelle imagine #rose lavelle x reader #uswnt x reader #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso one shot

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04mxfutbol · 2 years

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Introvert & Extrovert (Rose Lavelle x Reader)

A/N: This was requested, haha my first request! (: Yeah, enjoy! I hope I did it justice. Also I think writing for Rose is becoming something I like lol. She’s too pure for this world. Also Reader plays for the Seattle Storm (:

“Get up! Get up! GET UP.” You hear Sue shout from outside your room. Groaning you pull your blanket over yourself.

“It’s so early.”

“You still want free housing?” Megan shouts and you grumble as she knocks on the door.

You quickly kick your feet on your mattress like a toddler, the blackout curtains doing their job. A little too well for Sue and Megan’s liking.

Megan and Sue helped you get comfortable into the city. Being drafted to the Seattle Storm was always a dream of yours, playing beside one of the greatest, Sue Bird. Although Diana always tries to convince you she’s better and she often tries to persuade you into maybe joining her. Although you’d love to, Seattle has become your home. It’s been your home for three years now. Plus Megan and Sue have become basically your mothers. Don't do this, don't do that. Y/N don't forget your shoes, don't forget your sweats.. again.

“Come on kid.” Megan says knocking on your door again.

“But I’m tired. We had practice yesterday, I’m beat.” You groan out as you flip onto your stomach.

"You handle this, I have to get going." Megan says as she leaves.

“We’ll see a certain pale person.” Sue softly says from the other side of the door.

“That’s not fair you know you can’t pull that card.”

“But I just did. Now get ready so we can head to the stadium. Stewie is waiting for us.”

“Fine. But I’m tired. Don’t expect me to stay awake on the drive.” You say as you grab the first thing you can find that’s appropriate for today’s event.

But also something nice and comfortable because it is cloudy and windy. Typical.

As you had said previously, you were in fact asleep the whole drive to the stadium. Head against the window, your mouth slightly opened as you try to gain back those hours of sleep that you were robbed of because of this trip.

Stewie woke you up as you had arrived at the stadium.

“Did anyone grab my gum?” You ask as you get out of the car and head towards the stadium.

“I have it Y/N.” Sue says.

“What about my-.”

“Yes Y/N, even your slides.” Sue says as you walk into the stadium. “If I didn’t I wouldn’t be a good guardian now would I?”

You all walk onto the pitch, the Reign training for the game that’ll be happening soon. You feel an arm resting on top of your shoulder, you look to see who’s arm that belongs to and that arm belonged to Sue.

“I look good right?” You whisper to Sue.

“Oh for sure kid, rocking those nice shoes I bought you, a little of some over expensive stuff Megan bought you. All good, all good, you’re dressed wonderfully to impress a certain someone.”

“Don’t sweat it, it’s not like you two haven’t been dating for like a little less than six months?” Alysha says.

“Hey I’m just trying to look good for the people.” You say as you fix your hoodie.

“I think she meant for the girlfriend.” Stewie says wiggling her eyebrows, nudging your side with her elbow.

“So am I free to roam around now?” You ask Sue.

“No. Why are you always so impatient?”

“I have a short attention span you know that.” You say bouncing on your heels.

“Sue how do you deal with them all the time? It’s too much.” Stewie says and you scoff.

“That hurts.” You say looking at her.

“Trust me it’s not easy.” Sue says.

“Oof. Now that hurt.” You say as you walk away from the trio and over to Jewell. “They’re bullying me.”

“I got you kid, no worries.” Jewell says and you smile.

Meanwhile while Jewell kept you company, on the field there was quite the people surrounding said pale person.

“Rose, I see a certain someone.” Sofia says, making the cheeks of said pale person to heat up.

“Go talk to them.” Tziarra says.

“Why are you all like this?” Rose says as she walks away.

“Because we’re nosy.” Jess says, but is immediately hit on the arm by Lauren. “I mean we want you to spend time with them?”

“Nice try.” Rose says as she walks further away from everyone. “I’m very happy right here.”

"You two are just so adorable. The way Y/N just loves you is pure love." Ally says.

“I agree. Y/N has big heart eyes for you, just like you do for them.” Tziarra says as she puts her hand on Rose’s shoulder. “They are your number one fan. Just like you are theirs.”

“Y/N makes sure to hype you up every time you play. Posting you all over their social media.” Sofia says. "What I would do to have someone treat me like that."

“You would think that after your very cute picnic together, you two would be more affectionate.” Bethany says and Rose laughs.

“Please. We all know Rose hates too much spotlight.” Nikki says.

“The pictures of you two were absolutely cute, the polaroid pictures were also VERY cute.” Sofia says making Rose blush. "Give us more."

“Alright girls, the Seattle Storm are here as special guests.” Laura says as she walks towards the team, the team right behind her.

You walk over to Rose grabbing her arm as you pull her away from the crowd.

“Good luck, I’ll be cheering you on from the stands.” You whisper to Rose, giving her hands a squeeze. “You’ll do great.”

“I’m a little nervous.” Rose says and you smile softly.

“Just beat Portland’s ass. Do your crazy footwork and everything, make their defense fall and crumble!”

“You want us to win that bad?” Rose asks and you nod your head.

“Fall and crumble!” You shout.

“Everyone’s staring babe.” Rose whispers and you look around.

“I swear none of you know what privacy is.” You say as you pull Rose close into you.

“No we do, we’re just nosy.” Jess says. “I mean we’re- oh what the hell, we’re nosy.”

“Come on kid.” Sue says as she pats your shoulder.

“Is this new?” Megan says pointing to you and Rose.

“No?” You say confused.

“Sue?” Megan says as she looks over to Sue.

“It’s not new and you’d know that if you would pay attention to them instead of having an obsession over what kid here should wear when we go out.” Sue says and you nod your head.

“Yeah! Give me attention.”

“I do. Plenty.” Megan says flicking your ear.

“Suuuure.” You say and turn to face Rose. “Anyway, good luck baby.”

“Mmm.. Give me some time to get used to it.” Megan says as she walks away.

“Hey Rose, wrap it up! We get it you’re dating but you don’t have to rub it in.” Sofia shouts.

“Yeah kid we get it, come on let’s go.” Stewie says.

“Before I leave look at my shoes.” You say lifting your foot up. “Customized and bought by my good friend Sue.”

“I’m ‘good friend’ now?” Sue says. “I’m basically your mother.”

“Not now friend.” You whisper as you try and wave her away.

“Sixteen.” Rose says with a smile, tracing the number that’s been engraved on your shoes. “Cute.”

“We get it you both have the same number.” Sofia shouts.

“Fate baby!” You shout back with a smirk.

“Come on you. Bye Rose, we’ll see you after the game.” Sue says as she drags you away.

“Hey!” You shout. “Bye baby, kick Portland’s ass! Long live the Pacific Northwest! Long live the Pacific Northwest!”

“Why are you like this kid? I give you love, food, a home. Why must you do me like this?” Sue asks and you smirk.

“You love me despite me being weird. Come on let’s grab some food so I can maybe throw on you when I get excited or frustrated.” You say.

“Oh great. Yes wonderful.” Sue says as you both walk away from the pitch. "How Rose puts up with you, is beyond my mind."

“Y/N does know Portland is also considered the Pacific Northwest right?” Stewie asks Sue.

“Oh yeah, she chooses to ignore it though.”

After grabbing some snacks for mostly yourself, that will also most likely end up on Sue because you tend to just throw whatever you have when Rose plays. But also is it really your fault that Sue is the one who ends up the way she does? No, there’s other places to sit. So no it’s not your fault. It’s hers.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING! PASS THE BALL!” You shout as you jump up from your seat. “PASS IT!”

She is quick to grab the bag she brought with your stuff, searching for what could potentially save her from food getting dropped on her again.

“Y/N hand.” Sue says, you’re too busy watching the game to even bother why she wants your hand.

Sue places something in your hand, you’re quick to realize it’s your stress relief ball that she bought for you. Not only is it for stress relief, but seeing as your attention span is very short, it sort of distracts you.

“Oh thanks. I’m better.” You say as you take your seat.

Meanwhile the whistle blew signaling halftime.

“I swear I can hear the kid.” Megan says as she walks into the tunnel.

“Rose, your girlfriend is absolutely my favorite person.” Sofia says, tapping Rose on her back. “You can tell they know their stuff.”

“Yeah that’s Y/N for you.” Rose says with a smile, looking up to see where you and the team are sitting. “Y/N is the best.”

“Ten dollars Sue already gave Y/N the stress relief ball.” Jess says.

“Twenty dollars, that Sue gave it to Y/N by the fifteenth minute.” Lauren says. “Rose?”

“I know my Y/N pretty well, you’re all wrong.” Rose says walking into the locker room.

“Joining us tonight your very own, our very own, Seattle Storm!” You hear the announcer say through the stadium.

Halftime was gone and the game resumed, you were fidgeting the ball in your hand, looking where the ball was going every play. Silently cursing as Rose missed a shot.

Two minutes later Bethany scored. Making the score 1-0. You jumped from your seat as you waved your Reign scarf.

“LET’S GO!” You shout. “Sue support your girl.”

“Oh she knows I do.” Sue says as she and the rest of the team clap as the team had just scored.

“LONG LIVE SEATTLE! The superior Pacific Northwest city!” You shout.

In less then five minutes, Ally had scored, making it 2-0.

“YES!” You shout.

“Why exactly does Y/N not acknowledge that Portland is part of the Pacific Northwest?” Alysha asks Sue.

“Y/N is just Y/N I don’t know what goes through her mind.” Sue says shrugging her shoulder.

“GOAL.” You shout.

Megan lifting her foot up just enough to pat her cleat and pointing up to where you and Sue were. You knew exactly what that meant.

Megan and Sue definitely thought of you as their kid, Megan made sure that when she would get her cleats, to have not only Sue’s number engraved, but yours as well. A little family.

“YEAH MOM!” You jokingly shout which Megan heard surprisingly, which made her laugh.

As the final whistle blew Rose made her way over to Sofia and Bethany.

“Assisting for your girlfriend’s mom huh?” Sofia says chuckling.

"Shut up." Rose mumbles, cheeks heating up as she looked your way.

“Who’s superior?! SEATTLE!” Rose hears you shout. “Long live the superior Pacific Northwest city!”

“Oh god.” Rose mumbles, cheeks heating up as she looks away.

“The shy one and the extrovert. How romantic.” Jess says walking past Rose and the others. “Good job team.”

“Y/N’s asking for you.” Alana tells Rose.

Rose made her way towards you, big bright smile on her face. The smile you loved and the person you loved dearly.

“Baby you did great! 3-0!” You say and Rose smiles at you. “Proud of you.”

“I’m glad you were able to come.” Rose says as she reached for your hand. “I’ll see you outside?”

“I’m actually going to dinner with the team.” You say awkwardly.

“It’s a combined dinner. Both teams.” Sue says.

“Oh then I’ll see you outside.” You say with a smile.

“See you then.” Rose says.

“Rose is so shy then there’s you.” Sue says.

“I can be shy too.” You say and Stewie snorts.

“What?”

“It’s impossible.”

“Is not.”

“Is so, now come on we have to go meet the team outside so we can all go to dinner plus I don’t need a grumpy Y/N not being able to see Rose as soon as possible.” Sue says.

“You know me so well.” You say hugging Sue.

“I wonder why.” Sue says as you both walk out of the stadium.

You patiently (sort of) waited for Rose to come outside so you could finally see her. While doing so you happily met some fans, signing some shirts and taking pictures.

As soon as Rose was coming out, you said your goodbye to the fans so you could finally spend some time with your girlfriend.

"Hey you." You whisper as you grab her hands. "Ready to leave?"

"So ready, I'm hungry." Rose says.

You and Rose make your way to the car, leaving your teammates behind.

"So they're together?" Megan asks Sue.

"Megan. Why else would Rose be over all the time." Sue says.

"I don't know. They're so polar opposite. Y/N is more extroverted, Rose is not."

"You gotta admit they are kind of cute." Sue says.

"Kind of? They're so cute." Sofia says walking past them.

“So cute.” Nikki says walking past the couple. “Sue you’re raising a good one.”

“I’m technically her mother too.” Megan shouts, making Sofia and Nikki laugh.

“Yet you didn’t know they’re dating.” Nikki says.

“Long live the superior Pacific Northwest city!” You shout. “We rule the rivalry!”

The girls all look over towards the both of you, Rose shaking her head as she tries to hide the fact that she’s with you.

“They complete each other.” Sofia says.

“Every extrovert needs an introvert. Just like every introvert needs an extrovert.”

#rose lavelle x reader #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #woso imagine

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13uswntimagines · 2 years

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Hesitate (Rose Lavelle X Singer!Reader)

Request: Reader is Famous and releasing a music video. The team watches it, not realizing that it’s actually a relationship reveal or that rose is remembering how you two shot it.

Basically it’s just team chaos and Rose x Reader romantic fluff with a touch of humor mixed in inspired by the song Hesitate by the Jonas brothers.

Authors note: Hey dudes, I had fun with this one, so i really hope you enjoy it! Hit me up with Requests (especially baby reader or ABO ones) and comments. Its super motivating to hear what you guys think!

Rose rolled her eyes at her friends, not for the first time. Hell, probably not for the 50th time in the past hour.

She understood that they were all excited for your new single and music video drop, but they were annoying the shit out of her.

“Come on Rosie, get hype with us,”

“No.”

She didn’t want to get hyped. Not without you there. It was why she didn’t even want to attend the team's stupid watch party. She didn’t want to see your face on the projector they used to watch film. She didn’t want to watch the music video the two of you had created together with her friends.

She just wanted to stay under the covers and call you while it came on. While the world found out your secret.

But here she was.

“I heard that this album is more romantic than the last one,” Lindsey said, popping a piece of popcorn in her mouth, as you answered a few more fan questions.

Rose had to hold back her hum. She knew just how romantic the album was. She had heard all of the songs in various stages of completion. (It kinda came with dating).

You had trouble expressing your feelings in words, but it was easy for you when you could sing them.

“I mean, the last one was a depressing breakup album,” Kelley easily pointed out, bumping shoulders with her girlfriend.

“She seems like she’s in a much better place this time,” Kristie chimed in.

Rose knew you were, but she didn’t feel the need to explain that your last album had not been about a girl. Instead, it was about your family.

You had called it your most cathartic album, and frankly, she knew it was. She knew how freeing it was to finally say what you had been waiting to for so many years.

“Why don’t we ask her,” Emily suggested, whipping out her phone far too fast for anyone to feel comfortable.

“Emily no,” Sam gasped, already reaching for her phone.

“Emily, yes,” The defender said back, bolting to the other side of the room and already typing out a comment. “It’ll be fun to watch the other fans freak out,”

And then suddenly they all saw Emily's comment pop up on the screen.

Is the single about your new significant other?

And the stream of illegible comments that followed it from the fans.

Rose rolled her eyes, though she didn’t protest further. You also loved to watch the fans freak out. It was just more fun when she was there to laugh at what they were saying with you.

Hanging out on your album drop night was a tradition the two of you had kept for the 7 years of your relationship.

She was slightly disappointed she wouldn’t be able to be there for your time square album purchase, but she had responsibilities and you understood that.

At least she didn’t have to communicate with you on a public forum. She pulled her phone closer to her face.

You look cute in that bowtie

She typed the text and hit send (not for the first time that night), smirking when your phone pinged with her ringtone on the projector (a version of the fans chanting 7 nation army).

You furrowed your eyebrows as you read the text, and a blush bloomed across your face. You cleared your throat, “You guys know I don’t talk about who the songs are about,”

Your tongue poked out as you read some of the disappointed comments, showing off one of your dimples as your smirk grew. “Plus, I think it’s about time to get this show on the road,”

You wiggled your eyebrows.

“Thank you guys for tuning in and hanging out with me, this is Hesitate. I hope you enjoy,”

You sent one last megawatt smile to the camera and wiggled your fingers as the screen faded to black.

Pitter patters of rain filled the background, and the black screen turned into wet asphalt.

Rose closed her eyes, remembering the sound of the waves as you stood on the concrete pier and the smell of the ocean from the perch you had shot the scene on.

“Love is inherently terrifying. I think that being in love is working through that fear because you would do anything for that person,”

Your voice filled the room as the camera panned up to show you and a mystery girl on the Pier. You ran your finger through the girl's hair, brushing it out of her eyes.

And suddenly, Rose was transported back to that moment, with you.

******

“This is weird,” Rose mumbled, glancing over at you as you both leaned over the pier railing.

“It is, but it'll look cool in the end,” You shrugged, you wouldn’t deny that watching the waves below you while 10 different cameras were trained on you was kinda strange, but it was necessary. It was better than having every movement you were supposed to make scripted. “They’ve gotta have shots for the beginning and ones that they can filter in between the other shots,”

She hummed at the explanation. It made complete sense why you had to do it, but it didn’t change how odd the whole experience felt. But it didn’t feel bad. She was glad about that. It was why it had taken you nearly two years to convince her to be in one of your videos with you.

“So what do we do, just stand here and sway?” She asked, a slight scoff in her voice.

You knew the tone well and were glad it was the playful scorn that indicated some form of enjoyment over her actual annoyed voice.

“For a bit,” You said, turning towards her and grabbing her hand. You brought it up to your shoulder to get ready for the next section of the video. “And then we’ll get ready for the rain scene,”

Her nose scrunched, as her other hand came up to your shoulder and yours fell to her waist. “Do I have to?”

“No,” You chuckled, beginning to sway. “But it’ll be fun,”

She pouted, her head shaking slightly.

You smirked at the expression, glad that she was having an ok time with all of this (especially with how uncomfortable she had been with the idea in the beginning). “Haven’t you ever dreamed of dancing in the rain?”

“No. I’ve played soccer in the rain and that was more than enough for me,” She grumbled, still leaning into you.

“At least this rain will be warm,” You nudged her cheek with your nose.

She rolled her eyes, trying to fight the slight uptick of her lips. Your insistence was pretty adorable, and she was actually looking forward to being able to say that she had danced with you in the rain. “You say that like it’ll change my mind,”

You hummed, hearing the fondness in her tone, mixed with slight anxiety.

You knew rose didn’t believe she was the greatest dancer in the world, but together, the two of you would no doubt look amazing. Especially in a rainstorm.

“I promise I won’t let you fall,” You promised gently, leaning in and pecking her nose.

She chased your lips, her hands sliding off your shoulders to grip the collar of your leather jacket and pulling you back towards her, connecting your lips in a steaming kiss. You let her, savoring the way your lips moved together. Like they were made for each other.

Too late She thought, smoothing your collar as she let you pull away. “I didn’t think you would,”

You very carefully brushed a strand of hair from in front of her eyes, your features suddenly turning serious.

“I would do anything for you,”

The honesty in your voice should have terrified her, but it didn't. It sent a warm feeling through her chest. It made her feel safe, and it made her love you that much more. The earnest side of you was her favorite after all.

You slowly leaned forward, connecting your foreheads, pulling her a bit closer to you by your hands on her waist, and carefully beginning to rock to the rhythm of the music.

She noted how gentle your hands were on her. How you molded yourself to her with so much care. How you held her like she was the most important thing in the world.

She was after all.

You placed another very soft kiss on her nose and her cheek, starting to hum the words to the song like they were meant just for her.

They were after all.

“Pull me close and hold me tight, don’t be scared I’m on your side. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you,”

She knew you meant those words, and she instinctively pulled you closer to her with the arms wrapped around your neck. Her fingers gently tangled in the baby hairs at the back of your head, scratching lightly at your skin.

It reminded her of the first time she had ever heard that part of the song. How the early morning light was filtering through the windows of your shared Seattle apartment, clueless to the fear coursing through her. You both had just gotten your schedules for the year, and between your tour schedule and her soccer schedule, your days together had been limited to under 50. It had been scary, but in the morning light, you promised the two of you would make it through. Together.

You had kept your promise.

She tilted her head up, just slightly unable to fight the urge to connect your lips softly. You hummed in surprise, but leaned into it nonetheless, unbothered by how it had probably ruined the take.

You would never complain about kissing Rose. Ever.

You pulled back, smiling gently down at her. “What was that for?”

“Do I have to have a reason to kiss you?” She smirked back, her finger playing with the curls at the very back of your neck.

You shook your head lightly. “No, I’m just surprised. You’ve kissed me twice today,”

“I’m full of surprises baby,” Her eyes glimmered with the words, and you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. “Trust me, I know,”

You did know. Rose seemed to make it her mission in life to keep you on your toes, and you loved it. Your banter was one of your favorite aspects of your relationship, and you were glad that it hadn’t faded in the six years that you had been together.

You pulled her back into you, beginning to sway to the music again, enjoying the way she felt pressed up against you.

“There's nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” You hummed to the song, twirling her away from you and rolling her back in so her back was to your front.

Her little giggle made you smile, and you couldn’t fight the urge to kiss her cheek again. She made you feel giddy. Like a small child, and you loved it.

You twirled her again, and pulled her close, rocking her as the song loop restarted.

“Cut!” The director yelled, pulling you out of your moment with Rose, and drawing both of your attention to him.

You liked Tony. Despite his outward cockiness, he had always treated you well, and his partner Steve was an absolute sweetheart.

He passed his assistant his shiny aviators and took his clipboard as he approached the two of you, and you leaned away from rose slightly, just because you could never focus when she was so close to you.

“That was amazing you two,” He smiled widely at you, patting his clipboard. “I think the chemistry between you is off the charts on camera,”

Rose’s cheeks flamed at his assessment, and you couldn’t help but kiss them again.

“Thanks,”

“We’ve got everything that we need for the first scene. Are you two ready for the water scenes?” He asked, glancing down at his clipboard.

You made eye contact with Rose. It was her comfort that really mattered to you. “You ready?”

“With you, always,” She hummed, leaning further into you.

“Then let's do it,”

*****

“It’s gotta be weird filming these things,”

Rose blinked up at the sound of Lindsey’s voice, and Kelley’s little nudge to her shoulder.

She shared a look with the older defender, blushing at being caught daydreaming.

“Like imagine actually dating her while she’s doing things like this with some random actress,” Lindsey continued, completely oblivious to the silent conversation happening next to her.

Rose had to agree though. Watching you do music videos with random actresses (or random singers) was a very very weird experience.

She was proud to say that the only one that had ever sparked her jealousy was your performance of Senorita with Camila at the VMA awards, and that was because the young singer didn’t seem to understand that you were already in a committed relationship.

Maybe that's part of the reason she had agreed to do the music video with you. Maybe she was just ready to be out to the world with you.

She was so proud to be yours and you hers that you wanted to share it.

“It’s interesting that they haven’t shown her face yet though,” Sam added, gesturing towards the screen where they could see the girl back, surrounded by white sheets and too fluffy pillows.

Your finger dragged against her cheek as you transitioned into the first chorus, and she had to admit that it looked amazing and romantic, despite how awkward she had felt filming it.

******

You flipped your hand, holding Rose’s palm up with your own.

“Just relax,” You smiled impishly at her, moving your joined hands in slow circles through the air just above your faces. You pushed and pulled, making random shapes in the air for a long minutes before you dragged your fingers down to intertwine with hers.

“You’re a dork,” Rose chuckled, rolling her eyes when you brought the back of her hand to your lips.

“Hmm, but I’m your dork. Only yours” You smirked back, glad that she was at least having an OK time despite all of the cameras. You knew that this was the scene she had been most nervous about. It was the most intimate, with her in a tank top and you in just a crew neck, surrounded by fluffy white sheets.

She let out another low chuckle, using her other hand to brush a curl out of your eyes. “You are,”

“And you’re mine,” You said. You felt the honesty in your words, and you knew that Rose did too. You pulled her hand to your chest, right over your heart.

“I will take your pain. And put it on my heart. I won't hesitate. Just tell me where to start” You hummed softly, staring into Rose’s blue eyes like it was only the two of you here in this moment.

She couldn’t help herself.

She leaned over you, bracing herself with a hand next to your head, her lips very close to yours. “I thank the oceans for giving me you, you saved me once now ill save you too. I won’t hesitate for you,”

You hummed the words in tandem, and you knew that she meant them as much as you did.

You let go of your connected hand, instead choosing to wrap it around her hip, steadying her.

“Am I yours?” She asked coyly, her breath fanning across your lips.

You unconsciously licked yours, smirking.

You surged forward, dropping your hand from her hip to the back of her thigh, using the momentum to flip your positions.

“You are,” You hummed confidently, leaning down to very gently connect your lips with her.

“Don’t you ever forget it,” She mumbled against your lips, her hand wrapping in the collar of your shirt to pull you down even further into her.

“And cut,” Tony’s voice broke you out of the moment, and you jerked back, nearly falling off the bed.

“Great job you two. Your chemistry is unparalleled,” He continued. “Now I just need some shots of y/n singing,”

Your cheeks flamed just as much as Rose’s did this time. You hadn’t meant to get so caught up. You didn’t like exhibiting the more intimate aspects of your relationship in front of people. The softness was only for Rose’s eyes. It was just so hard not to with Rose. She made you feel things so deeply, and even now it was difficult to keep your hands to yourself when you were with her.

You cleared your throat. “Can do,”

Rose smirked at you, nudging your ribs under the covers. You glared at her.

Tony clapped, smiling brightly at you.

“Maybe recreate the moment with Rose's hand on your chest?” He suggested.

You nodded, intertwining your fingers with Rose’s. You kissed the back of her hand and pulled it back down to your chest, right over your heart.

You were sure she could feel how quickly it was beating.

“Like this?” You asked, looking over your shoulder at where he was stationed behind one of the camera screens.

“Rose lean in just a bit, and you look directly at the ceiling” He directed, his fingers fluttering as she shifted down on the pillow and closer to you. So close that her nose nudged your cheek, helping to relax the sudden tension that had overcome you.

Relaxing you enough so you could feel natural.

“Perfect,” He called out, and you glanced at him from the side of your eye, staring directly up at the camera placed above your head. “if you could just say the I’m yours again, and then we’ll take it from the chorus,”

“Sure,” You hummed.

Rose chucked from beside you, moving her nose against your cheek again. You wouldn’t want to do this type of video with anyone else.

******

“I mean, they have to be close to each other,” Emily said, waving her hand towards the screen. Rose had to agree. Though the shot again didn’t show her face, it did show the way her nose pressed into your cheeks, even as you moved your joined hands to your heart.

“Look how comfortable they look together,” The defender continued, oblivious to Rose’s thoughts.

Lindsey’s head cocked to the side, “Do you think that this is like an actual relationship reveal?”

Kelley snorted at both of her girlfriends, “Why else would they hide the actress’ face?”

Rose rolled her eyes at the obvious answer, but that was your plan after all.

You wanted the fans to know how important the person in the video with you was. You wanted them to be drawn in and pay attention to how the two of you moved together. That’s exactly what it did.

It still amazed her how you knew how to get your message across to your fans, and the artistry it took to do it with the subtlety and grace that you did.

“Like, how cliche is it to come out in a music video,” Emily cackled, earning a glare from Rose.

You put so much thought into every aspect of what you did, she wouldn’t let her friends minimize that.

“She’s not coming out,” Rose grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. “She‘s just revealing her relationship,”

“It’s more than we’ve ever gotten before,” Lindsey shrugged, raising an eyebrow at Rose as the image on the screen changed.

It was a high shot of a full stadium, each fan holding up a light so they looked like stars. All except for one.

The spotlight on you also happened to light up a girl in the audience, but again all the fans would be able to see was her back. Your eyes never left her, despite the camera flying over the audience.

It was an incredible shot, one that conveyed that no matter how much you were singing to the fans, really you were singing to her.

“God, imagining being the only one she’s actually singing to when she’s on stage,” Kelley said, waving her hand at the shot.

“Imagine them actually shooting it,” Sam countered, and Rose couldn’t help but shrug.

*****

The hum of drones was loud, even as you stood together in front of the stage. It was weird to watch the audience file in and still have you next to her.

You almost never got to see the audience trail in with her. You were always backstage, getting ready, or tucked away so no one saw you were a surprise guest before they were supposed to.

But here, with only 500 people, it was easy to stay.

“Don’t worry, Quinn and Lexa will be with you the whole time,” You mumbled, kissing her cheek and pulling her more tightly to your chest.

“I wasn’t worried,” she hummed, her hands scratching over your arms as she leaned back into your warm form.

She wasn’t used to you being so openly affectionate in public, but she couldn’t find it within herself to complain.

She knew you were nervous about her being in the crowd without you. That’s why you had assigned your top security to be beside her, but the fans didn’t know who she was. Not to you anyway.

“I know, but I was,” You muttered, earning a giggle from her.

Your overprotective nature was something the two of you constantly joked about.

“I don’t know what I would do if I lost you,” you added, squeezing her just a bit, unaware of the cameras on you or the microphone recording your conversation.

Rose chuckled, turning in your arms so you were facing each other, and pressing your foreheads together. “You haven’t lost me this far, I’m not gonna go running away now,”

You tensed slightly.

Your relationship had been far from perfect. You had a hard time expressing yourself in the beginning, and your track record in relationships wasn’t great when you met Rose.

But she had stuck with you through the 3 am fight and makeups, through the pressure of your first album and the success that had only brought more pressure, through your growing pains.

She taught you what unconditional love was, and you learned how to let down your walls for her.

You loved her with your whole heart.

“I’d chase you if you did,” You hummed. “You’ve got a piece of me that I’ll never get back,”

“I’ve got no plans to give it back,” She chuckled, tilting her head slightly to connect your lips, her fingers tangling in the little curls at the very back of your neck.

You let out a low groan in your throat, your fingers squeezing her hips gently and pulling her impossibly closer to you.

“Very good ladies,” Tony clapped, and you jerked away from Rose, earning a giggle from her as she caught your shoulders to steady you.

“Oh, Um thanks,” You mumbled, adamantly not looking at the man. You may or may not have forgotten him and the crowd were even there.

Tony smiled gently at you, “We’re ready if you two want to get into position?”

Your fingers flexed around Rose’s hips. You weren’t ready to let her go. You would never be ready.

“We’re going to do the wide shots, and then we’ll clear the stadium for the water shots,” Tony continued with the wave of his hand, already heading back towards the cameras.

“I guess that’s our cue,” You breathed out, all of your attention turning back to Rose.

She smiled gently at you. “We’ll only be apart for like an hour. It’s not gonna kill you,”

You pouted. “I know, but I’ll still miss you,”

“You’re a dork,” Rose rolled her eyes, shoving your shoulder.

You grabbed the limb, pretending to be wounded. “But I’m your dork,”

Rose rolled her eyes again, reaching out and grabbing your belt loops to pull you back to her.

“Say it again for me?”

You leaned closer, connecting your foreheads again.

“I’m yours. Every part of me,” You murmured against her lips, the sincerity dripping through every syllable, even as your lips ticked up into a smirk. “even the crazy music parts,”

Rose’s lips ticked up to mirror your expression. “I’m yours too,” She hummed. “all weird soccer traditions included,”

You tilted forward, connecting your lips again, just as she finished the sentence.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” You said as you parted.

“Now go rock the stage,”

She leaned up and pecked your lips before shoving you away again.

“You better enjoy it,” You huffed, stepping away from her and towards where the stage managers were waiting for you.

“You know I will,” She laughed loudly, moving towards her own waiting managers.

You blew her a kiss before turning away. You would put on a show just for her.

******

“Holy shit,” Rose’s eyes went wide as the sound of the audience overwhelmed the music, and the shot zoomed in over her shoulder so you were front and center.

Then the shot changed, flashing to you in the same position in every scene you had shot. The noise of the audience got louder as the images shifted more rapidly, suddenly going still on a closeup of your face.

It was easy to see you had someone wrapped in your arms, your lips close to her ear.

And then your voice sounded, soft but sincere just over the audience.

I don’t know what I’d do without you. You have a piece of me I’ll never get back. I’m yours.

The scene shifted on screen, pulling out wide to show you holding her at the pier.

The sound of her own voice shocked her. I’m yours too.

But she didn’t have time to process before the song restarted, the bridge building as the rain crashed around the two of you on screen.

“Damn,” Emily muttered, leaning back in her chair.

It truly was an incredible sight, you twirling a girl in the rain on the pier, spliced in with the image of the same dance on the beach and in an entirely empty stadium.

It was a breathtaking shot, but Rose was still caught up in how they had used her voice. How they had taken words that were meant only for you and her.

“Imagine fucking dancing with her in the rain,” Kristie cackled as the video rolled on.

“Imagine her saying that to you,” Lindsey countered.

“And then writing a song about it,” Kelley hummed. Side eyeing where Rose was still frozen on the bed.

She could have sworn that the last, whispered line was Rose. The midfielder also held a strong resemblance to the girl you were with on screen.

She knew the midfielder was in a relationship and had been for a long time, but it couldn’t be with you, right?

Rose let out a low sound of agreement from the back of her throat. It did feel good that you wrote songs about her.

It felt even better that she was one of the first ones to get to hear the songs you wrote. There was nothing quite like you sitting on your living room floor, strumming your guitar to a tune she didn’t quite know, or the two of you listening to a new track in the car for the first time.

“But it’s gotta suck filming rain scenes,” Emily said suddenly. “Like imagine all that cold water crashing around you, and then having to stay out in it,”

Rose shrugged. “It’s warm rain,”

****

“Easy,” You hummed, very carefully steading Rose as she tripped over her own two feet in the sand. “Can’t ruin the outfit before we even get it on camera,”

She rolled her eyes goodnaturedly at you, leaning further into your form. She hadn’t expected the sand on the beach to be so deep. “You’re an asshole,”

You shrugged, your fingers tightening just a bit where they rested just above her hips as she wobbled again. “No, I’d be an asshole if I threw you into the tide,”

You tilted your head towards the water growing closer to your position, just barely away from where the light stands stood. Soon they would be touching, but you didn’t really mind. The production staff had it all planned out anyway, and you were sure they were waterproof considering that the rain was coming.

“You wouldn’t,” She huffed, pinching your side and earning a chuckle from you.

“No, I won’t,” You agreed, chuckling slightly. “It’d ruin the video,”

She actually pushed you this time, earning a louder laugh. “You’re an ass,”

You had expected it. The two of you had been in the sand for hours, taking various shots.

“So you’ve said,” You smirked, pulling her back to you. “Just a few more minutes and we can go back to our hotel and chill,”

You followed that up with a kiss on her forehead, ignoring the low hum of the rain machine above you.

“I still can’t believe you booked a five-star,” Rose mumbled, leaning her head back on your chest. “I don’t even want to know how much it costs per night,”

“I didn’t pick the hotel,” You said, beginning to rock with her again as the rain machine made another noise. “It’s in the production budget or whatever,”

“Just know I plan on putting it to good use,” Rose huffed, moving her body in time with you, trying not to glance up at the machine.

They never told you when they started it, wanting your reactions to be real, but she had learned from the pier not to stare up at it. A face full of water wasn’t very fun, not when the droplets were made to show up on screen.

“How very economic of you,” You chuckled, twirling her gently before pulling her back.

“I’m nothing if not pragmatic,” She said back seriously as the machine above you gave a loud whoosh and the water started to fall.

“It’s one of the reasons I love you,” You mumbled sweetly, kissing her hair again.

“Is it?” She asked, letting you twirl her again, her hair spinning out in the rain.

“Hmm,” The sound came from the back of your throat, your eyes following her form as you spun her again, before rolling her back towards you.

She batted her eyes at you. “Tell me more,”

“Well,” You rolled your own eyes, swaying as the song restarted. “How do I love thee, let me count the ways,”

Her lips ticked up at your mention of Shakespeare. While she loved his work, she knew you weren’t a major fan. You still sat through every production she wanted to see for her.

She also knew you had memorized the poem, and translated it into the song All of Me just for her.

“Are you going to quote the poem for me?”

You shrugged, seeming unbothered by the water crashing around you. “I wasn’t, but I can if you want,”

She hummed. “Your own poems are fine,”

You blushed, even as cool water washed over your face, leaning in and kissing her gently. “I love you. I am who I am because of you. You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I've ever had, and no matter what happens to us in the future, every day we are together is the greatest day of my life. I will always be yours,”

She couldn’t help but laugh at the quoted line from her favorite movie. “So are you my Noah?”

“And cut!” Toney bellowed before you could answer, and the rain ceased with as much vigor as it had started. “While I love your chemistry still, we can’t use any direct quotes, so try and keep it off the cuff,”

“That was off the cuff?” You pouted, whipping a fallen curl out from in front of your eyes and into the rest of the hair plastered to your head by the rain.

“Yeah, she’s just a dork who is good at memorizing literature to pull out at random moments,” Rose agreed.

It had been a quark you had since high school. One she had grown to cherish.

“I’m not a dork,” You grumbled.

“You are,” Rose cackled, shoving your shoulder, laughing harder when your pout deepened.

“Fine, but I’m only your dork,”

“This is what im talking about,” Tony interrupted you, as you pulled Rose closer to you. “Keep it out of copyright law,”

You rolled your eyes, waving your hand dismissively. “Shakespeare is in the public domain,”

“Not the point,” Tony said seriously, frustration breaking into his tone for the first time. “Give me something organic to work with,”

The problem was that it was organic from you. It was easier to talk using the words of others than it was to use your own. Especially when there were hundreds of cameras on you.

It was easier for you when you were alone with Rose, or you felt alone at least.

You gave him a node and he spun on his heel waving his hands towards the cameramen.

“From the top,”

You took a deep breath as the rain machine creaked above you, wrapping your arms around Rose's waist as hers found their way to your shoulders, her fingers tangling in the damp curls at the back of your neck.

“I’ll be your Noah too, if that’s what you want me to be,” You whispered conspiratorially, toying with the back hem of her shirt.

“Let’s keep our clothes on until we get to the stupid fancy hotel,” Rose said back, equity as soft, her voice dipping. “And then you can show me how much of that scene you remember,”

You wiggled your eyebrows at her change in octave, beginning to sway as the music started. “As you wish,”

She slapped your shoulder at the line, shaking her head, just as the rain restarted around you.

“Shut up and dance with me,”

You smirked at your own line being repeated to you. “Remember we need to be organic,”

*****

“How do you know that?” Emily asked, pulling Rose back into reality.

She blinked at her friends and their accusing faces, how was she supposed to tell them?

Again the music on screen paused and she turned just in time to see the closeup of your face, your drenched curls stuck to your forehead, your lips just inches from the microphone.

You took one breath and then another, the sound echoing through the room just as it had echoed through the stadium.

“Because,” Rose muttered, entirely engrossed in the music video.

The shot slowly pulled out and turned to show herself standing just across from you, close enough that she could almost touch the microphone too.

“I won’t hesitate for you,”

Her on-screen self took a step forward and allowed you to pull her into your arms. “I know,”

“You’re dating Y/n?!”

“Why didn’t you tell us?!”

“Damn,”

“How long?!”

The words of her friends blended together as the two of you shared a long kiss on screen, chaste by any real measure, but obviously full of love. “Yes, I’ll marry you,”

It was genius to cut out your actual proposal. The words you had said while the two of you were alone on stage, another moment when you didn’t know the cameras were rolling. It fit in so well to how you described it, writing your vows before you actually wrote your vows.

The song was a promise to her, and the video showed how much you intended to keep it.

“I’d give it all for you,”

The screen turned black and the words she said yes were written in your messy cursive, and a smaller yes in her own scrawl joined your words.

The squeals of her friends nearly drowned out the last line of the song as they threw themselves at her.

She would give everything for you too.

Even if you were a dork.

“Yes, you’ll get to meet her Sonnett. Stop shaking me,”

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