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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 · 1 year

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Silent Night (Rose Lavelle)

"Suprise" and Happy Holidays. Inbox is open as always.

Word Count: 2,360

Warnings: None

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For the first time in years, December felt normal. There was no December camp, no COVID, no friends halfway across the world, everyone was home.

“Y/N! Are you ready?” Standing in the doorway, paper wrapped boxes in hand and a beanie that was far too big for her head, was your best friend and roommate Rose Lavelle.

Smiling gently at the older girl, you nodded back as you finished buckling your heels. The OL Reign girls were hosting their annual Christmas gala and it was possibly the only thing Rose had talked about for weeks. Not wanting to delay the excited girl, you joined her at the door where she swung her free arm carelessly over your shoulder and pulled you into her.

Even attached, the two of you moved in perfect sync around the apartment to gather the last of the things you needed before you left. Cookies? Check. Gifts? Check. Keys? Check. Extra jacket for when Rose inevitably gets cold after claiming it wasn’t cold enough for her to need a jacket? Also check. You both made your way to the car in silence, not detaching until you stepped away to open the passenger door of the car for Rose. When you opened the door to get in your own seat, you were completely unsurprised to see Rose had already reached across the center console to start the car for you and was now fiddling with the knobs on the radio.

That’s just kind of how it went with the two of you most of the time. Comfortable silence and nonverbal communication was part of a practiced routine ever since you’d started living with each other at the beginning of the season. Nowadays, it was almost as if the two of you were simply extensions of one another. After getting on the road, you let your right hand fall from the steering wheel and onto the center console the midfielder had previously leaned over. Responding almost instinctively, the pale girl placed her own hand beside yours and linked your pinkies together.

Arriving at the venue in downtown Seattle a short time later, Rose let out an impressed whistle at the sight of the building. Laughing softly, you hurried to park the car before jogging around to open her door.

Again, it was just instinct.

And it was definitely just instinct that the two of you walked into the fancy event space holding hands.

Entering the room, Rose again let out a low whistle as she took everything in. This time it wasn’t met with your laugh but by the cheers of your teammates who noticed your arrival.

“Looks like the party is finally here!” Bethany Balcer hollered, crossing the room to greet Rose with a hug that forced your hand away from hers.

“Well we were required to be here.” Rose joked dryly as she pulled away from the blonde who just rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, and you know Rose would never miss an opportunity to dress up.” You teased, stepping forward to meet the young player with a hug of your own. To your side you could hear Rose scoff at the little jab.

“Right, and you just happened to have a brand new dress hidden away for the occasion because you don’t enjoy dressing up?” Bethany countered, bringing a heat to your cheeks.

You could feel the eyes of people around the room taking in your new outfit at the comment, most sparing a quick glance and flashing you a smile in approval. But on your right, you could feel a particular pair of bright eyes lingering on you that suddenly made you feel very exposed despite the floor length coverage of the dark evening gown.

“I never said I wasn’t guilty either! Now, do you guys want these gifts or not?” Turning to look at Rose, her eyes snapped up to meet yours for a moment before she rolled them in amusement at your threat.

“Not with that attitude!” Someone shouted but they were quickly interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Yes we do! Big girls just got paid bank from the boys' win so I will take my US Soccer funded present, please and thank you!” Nikki Stanton chimed in, causing the entire room to bust out in a mixture of laughs and cheers of agreement.

“Presents go under the big tree, any treats go to the lady in white!” Megan Rapinoe responded, the veteran moving around the space like a whirlwind. Which honestly should have been expected, seeing as helping plan this gala was kind of her favorite thing.

Laughing along with your team, you moved towards the kitchen area where you were greeted with the sight of Sue Bird wearing what seemed to be an all white suit. Realizing then that it was her fiancee that Pinoe has been referring to as the lady in white, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

The musical sound garnered the attention of the remaining girls who hadn’t spotted your arrival, leading to another round of cheers as they came to grab you away from Rose who now seemed to be responsible for putting the presents under the tree.

Falling into a familiar rhythm, you found yourself working with ease while making comfortable conversation with your teammates and friends. Lu was in the middle of telling you about how cute King and Fishlock looked setting up the Christmas tree this year when the familiar sound of bickering caught your attention. Flashing you a knowing smile, Lu promised to finish the conversation later and let you go with grace to figure out the source of the fighting.

The culprits were of course your little gaggle of junior goalkeepers.

“Now why can I hear you two arguing all the way from the kitchen?” You sassed, placing your hands on your hips as you raised an accusatory eyebrow.

Laurel was naturally the first to protest.

“We’re not arguing! We’re just having a disagreement because little Miss Tarheel over here doesn’t know how to work electronics!” The secondary keeper pointed at Claudia accusingly, earning an offended gasp from the other girl.

“Me?! You’re the one that broke it! How are you mad that I can’t fix what you broke?” Claudia protested as you rolled your eyes at their skirmish.

“Alright dumb and dumber, let me see.” Sighing, you waved the two out of the way so you could inspect the damage on what you could only assume was the controls for the venue's sound system.

The damage it seemed was not possibly something that could have been Laurel’s fault. The panel appeared to have been completely fried. A blast during a power outage maybe? Regardless, the thing was toast.

“Ivory you didn’t break it, Dickey you’re right that there’s no fixing it. We’ll figure something else out.” Satisfied with your work, you walked away from the perplexed duo and back out to the open space where much of the team was mingling.

You weren’t out there for more than two minutes before a familiar presence was behind you, leaning up to try and rest her chin on your shoulder.

“So, I heard the speakers are no good?” She asks, carelessly wrapping her arms around your waist in a way that had you relaxing more than you’d like to admit.

Humming in casual response, you swayed the two of you from side to side to your own imaginary song.

“Absolutely fried, it’ll be fine. Everything else is perfect!” You answered, leaning your head into hers and actively ignoring the sideways glances some of the people passing by spared you both. It was most teammates plus ones, as the team themselves had grown annoyingly accustomed to the two of you being so close.

“I was really looking forward to karaoke though.” And you could hear the pout in Rose’s voice before you even looked over your shoulder.

If there was one thing you were a sucker for? It was Rose’s pout and her puppy dog eyes. Honestly you think she could have Wilma Jean beat for those big sad eyes sometimes.

“What did you want to sing?” Formulating a potential plan in your mind to remove the pout, you mentally ran through every Christmas appropriate song you knew.

“Mmmm, just like Christmas carols? Maybe Silent Night or something?”

And well, you hadn’t planned on exposing yourself like this. But hey, it’s Rose.

“Well come on then.” With a sigh, you unlaced yourself from her and held out your hand. The midfielder looked at you in confusion.

“Trust me?” You prompted, and a flash of what was almost hurt immediately crossed Rose’s face.

“Always!” The older girl responded defensively.

“Then come on.” Rose gave you her hand willingly, following you blindly as you pulled her across the space, weaving between teammates who watched with partial interest in the shenanigans.

When you finally came to a stop, you were standing in front of what had first caught your eye when you’d entered the space. Sat slightly to the side, facing into the large room, was an old mahogany grand piano. You’d initially guessed that the Steinway was an antique and left it alone, but after having heard Balcer try her hand at it while you were in the kitchen you realized that it was seemingly fully functional. That is, if the right person were to play it.

With familiar ease, you moved to open the piano's top and pulled the lid prop up to keep it open. Looking down, you couldn’t help but take a moment to marvel at the preservation of the soundboard within. Feeling yourself slip into that familiar headspace, you crossed over and took your seat at the bench. Delicately, you pulled back your dress and placed a stiletto clad foot carefully on one of the pedals. Marveling at the difference in pressure required, you moved across each pedal before carefully settling on the damper.

Looking away from the beautiful piano, you were met with the equally as beautiful sight of Rose Lavelle intently watching you. There was a mix of both wonder and curiosity on her face as she watched you take on the peacefully tense form she only ever saw from you on the field. Outside of this little staring contest, teammates had started to drift closer after hearing your cautionary tapping of the keys and seeing you prop open the top.

Breaking the silence, you tapped a singular key gently. The note resonated throughout the space and gained the attention of anyone who wasn’t previously listening.

“C Major?” You asked softly, still looking at Rose.

The pale girl could only bring herself to nod as you tapped her starting note again.

Confirmation received, you took a deep breath and let your body begin to move in the familiar waltz of the Christmas classic.

Taking your typical artistic liberty, and also giving Rose time to actually prepare, you improvised for about six measures. Holding a solid base with your left, your right hand danced across the keys. Apart from the ringing notes, the room was silent as they Thwatched in awe.

Comfortable now, you let yourself look up at Rose who you had to admit looked the picture of her namesake in her scarlet velvet dress. Still playing you carefully nodded your head, switching to a gentle lead in which, in no surprise to you, Rose followed perfectly.

Silent night, Holy night. All is calm, all is bright.

As with everything else you did, the two of you worked together seamlessly. Each note aligned and Rose knew exactly when to sustain a note to let you add some flourish.

The room was captivated. If you looked, you would’ve seen the phones recording the moment. The look of motherly love on Megan and Sue’s faces. The tears falling down Sofia’s cheeks as Alana hugged her. The way Quinn pulled their partner in just a little closer. How Tziarra and Jess were already planning how to get you both to perform at their wedding.

But at that moment, it was just the music. Well, the music and Rose. Which was interesting. As many concerts as you’d played and performers you’d accompanied, you’d never felt this sort of partnership with a singer. While of course you always did your job to follow, it felt like Rose was actually letting you lead. Maybe she really did always trust you.

When the song concluded, you were torn from your trances by the applause.

“Holy SHIT, Y/N! I didn’t know you could do that!” It was Huitema of all people who shouted that out, quickly echoed by others.

“What can I say, I’m good with my hands.” You joked, getting a combination of eyerolls and laughter in return.

“No but seriously, why did you never play for us before?” Lu pushed, looking at you with a gentleness that only a veteran like her could hold.

“I didn’t ever intend to, it’s just not something I do much publicly anymore.” Shrugging, you began to study the ivory under your fingertips instead of your friends' faces.

“So why now?” Alana joined in, earning a grin from you.

Thank God, an easy question.

“Because Rose wanted to sing Christmas carols and the speakers were broken,” You pause to look at the guilty looking goalkeepers in the corner “but Rose gets whatever Rose wants.”

You said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Because to you? It was.

Laurel made her opinion on this known but fake gagging at the sweetness and the look you shot her that time was much more of a glare than a glance.

“Rose gets whatever Rose wants?” It was Rose this time, who had turned to look at you. Her eyes reflecting depths of tenderness melded with what might have been surprise.

“Whatever Rose wants.” You confirmed, smiling a little guiltily at the admission that the words held if anyone really looked for them.

“Anything?” Rose pushed further, and you just laughed.

“Anything, Rose.” And the pale girls flushed as scarlet as her dress.

Her only response was a shy smile and a soft whisper.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

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#surprise its more rose #yes that is the ending #uswnt imagine #woso imagine #woso x reader #uswnt x reader #rose lavelle x reader

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04mxfutbol · 2 years

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Habits Never Die (Rose Lavelle x Reader)

A/N: This fic idea has been on my mind for a while now and I’m just now writing it lol (: Enjoy!

You were sitting on a blanket in front of a body of water in Tacoma, Washington. Your friend sitting next to you, a friend who wasn't a friend for a long time.

“So we’re good” You ask as you support yourself on your elbows. Your now friend again sitting next to you.

“We’re good, catching up with you really means a lot to me. I think we both needed that closure of a chapter.” Your friend says which makes you laugh.

You fix your posture which reveals your Rose Lavelle jersey that you bought at an OL Reign game. Unbeknownst to you, a pair of uswnt members were also sitting and enjoying the view as they were in the area for an upcoming game against the OL Reign.

“Hey look it's a Rose jersey. Sick.” Tobin says. Christen turns her head to spot the jersey Tobin kept talking about.

“Aw that’s cute.” Christen says as she pulls her phone.

For being private people, Christen unlocked her phone to attempt to take a picture of you.

“Rose did say if anyone of us finds her a qualified person to go on a date to let her know right?” Christen asks Tobin.

“Yes, but-.”

“She’s perfect for Rose, well dressed, clearly a fan of Rose. By the pride wristband, I’d say she’s qualified.” Christen says. Tobin shakes her head as she doesn’t know what to do.

“Here, do as I say. Just shoot her a text to come, we did see her on the way here.” Tobin says. Christen nods her head as she shoots Rose a text to come over and “spend” some time with them.

Meanwhile you were continuing to talk to your friend. Grabbing your camera you took some pictures of the view and taking some pictures of your friend.

“I have to get going, but let’s do this more often, it’s nice to have you around again. I forgot and missed how much of a ray of sunshine you are for me.” Your friend says making you chuckle.

“Let’s make it a weekly thing.” You say and your friend nods as she gives you a hug. You are then left alone, laying down, looking up and seeing clouds, it’s definitely going to rain, but what's new.

You soaked up all the fresh air, enjoying a nice Thursday evening. Your Red Bull in one hand and a leftover slice of pizza on the other. Perfect.

“Fuck am I single.”

Meanwhile the two players behind you suddenly realize that maybe you were on a date and they definitely screwed up.

“We didn’t think this through.” Christen says, Tobin shaking her head rapidly.

“It wasn't my idea. It wasn't my idea. It wasn't my idea.” Tobin repeats.

“Damn it.” You shout as you drop part of your drink on the jersey. “Such an idiot. Too precious to get dirty and what do I do? Get it dirty.”

Tobin and Christen continue to panic as they now try to make something up for calling Rose to “spend” time with them, not that they didn’t want to spend time with her but they had other intentions when they had called her.

You try to dry the jersey but it was too cold to bare with at the moment. You slip the jersey off of your body, but while doing so someone comes up to you.

“Hi, are you interested in a flyer for a new coffee shop that’s opening next week?” A girl asks you and you nod.

“Cool. You guys have any tea? I love coffee but not as much as I love tea.” You say. The girl flips the flyer over for you and you chuckle as you see the menu. “Well that’s smart.”

“Hope to see you there.” The girl says as she walks behind you and towards the two players.

“Yeah for sure.” You say and go back to doing your own thing.

Meanwhile behind you, something else was going on.

“Hey guys, what's up.” Rose says as she stands in front of the two women.

“Sit down and enjoy the view with us.” Christen says as she scoots over to make some room for Rose.

“The view is great here, lots of dogs pass by here all the time. It’s great.” Rose says.

“Hi are you guys interested in a flyer for a coffee shop that’s about to open next week?” The girl asks the now three women.

“Oh we’re not from here.” Tobin says, motioning to herself and Christen.

“You two may not be from here BUT I will gladly take one because I am from here, well I live here.” Rose says as she grabs the flyer from the girl. “Do you guys have breakfast sandwiches?”

The girl once again flips the flyer but this time for Rose.

“That’s convenient.” Rose says as she looks over the menu.

“That’s funny, that’s like almost what the girl behind me said. She also said something along the same question, very similar.” The girls says motioning behind her to where you are. You were shirtless and trying to find a hoodie in your bag. Rose laughs as she hears the coincidence.

“Thank you, I’ll be sure to go.” Rose says. The girl nods her head and leaves. Rose turns around to face the two women who are talking amongst each other. “You guys wanna see some pictures of Wilma? They’re great I promise.”

“Sure.” Tobin says. Rose goes to grab her phone when she lets go of the flyer.

“No!” Rose shouts as she tries to run in her flip flops.

You hear a sudden no and turn around to see a very pale person running for a piece of paper. You quickly forget trying to find a hoodie, and run to grab the paper. You run and grab the piece of paper before it would be falling into the water. You get up and see you’ve scratched your stomach from sliding on the concrete.

“Here you go.” You say as you hand the woman the paper. “Oh hey it’s the flyer.” You look up and see it’s the one person you’ve absolutely swooned for.

“Thanks.” Rose says as she grab the flyer from you.

You blank and stand there in awe as you rapidly blink. A smile forms on your face as you register who you’re talking to.

“Sorry about your stomach.” Rose says.

“Oh that? Pfft I’ve been through worse, don’t worry about it. If I would’ve known it was the flyer for that coffee shop I would’ve just let you take a picture of my flyer.” You say as you put your hands in your pockets, fidgeting with the small coin you have. A habit you had picked up as a kid, usually happened when you got nervous.

“You live around here?”

“Born and raised here, well not here but around here.” You say quickly. “But I’ve lived here in the state my whole life. Love the Pacific Northwest. You?”

“I’m here for work, I think I’ll be here for maybe three years? Maybe more, I kinda like it here.”

“That’s cool. Yeah it’s great, lots of places to explore if you look for it right.” You say nodding your head. “Helps that this state is just so beautiful and helps me with my work.”

“What do you do for work?”

“I’m a photographer.” You say nodding you head as you rock back and forth on your heels.

“Oh no way! My friend over there is a photographer too, she’s kind of new to it but she’s good at it.” Rose says pointing behind her.

“That’s cool.” You say and Rose nods her head. “I actually have my camera with me if you maybe want to see some pictures I’ve taken?”

“Yes! You got any pictures of dogs?” Rose asks and you laugh.

“I do, I have a lot. I take pictures of many things, that sounds kinda creepy. I swear I’m not a creep.”

You both walk over to where you had your bag with your stuff. Your eyes widen as you see the jersey is out in the open.

“Wait a minute.” Rose says as she looks at you. “That’s my name.”

“Look I swear I didn’t do what I did just because it’s you. I swear I didn’t know it was you, it just so happened to be you.” You ramble as you try not to creep Rose out. “I just thought it would be better if you know I didn’t go all like ‘dude you’re Rose Lavelle let me get an autograph’ because I do believe it’s kinda wrong if you’re just trying to enjoy your time out”

“Creeped out? Oh god no, I just don’t really see my jersey around much. That’s awesome. Hey guys look she has my jersey!” Rose shouts as she grabs the jersey and shows the two women.

You look up to see Christen Press and Tobin Heath.

“Oh my god.”

The two women look up who quickly give Rose a thumbs up and a smile.

You quickly grab your camera from your bag so you don’t seem too shocked to see two of your many favorite players. You turn your camera on as you show Rose the pictures you’ve taken.

“Wow, these are so cool. Is this at the market place?” Rose asks and you nod your head.

“Yeah, I’ve also gone up on the big wheel to take pictures, the ferry, even the space needle. I get great pictures.” You say as you show Rose more pictures. While Rose looks at the pictures you take the time to finally put a hoodie on.

“Here come meet my friends, like I said one of them is a photographer.” Rose says as she leads you towards the two women who look like they definitely don’t want to be bothered but it’s Rose. “Tobin she’s a photographer, she takes good pictures. She’s like super good at it by the pictures she’s shown me.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” You say. Rose asks if she can show Tobin your pictures in which you obviously say yes because how do you say no to her, she’s so sweet.

“These are sick.” Tobin says.

“Oh, I’m Y/N I guess I should’ve started with that.” You say as you put your hands in your pockets again. “Nice to meet you.”

“I’m Christen, that’s Tobin.” Christen says and you gulp.

“Nice to meet you. Big fan.”

“We have a company, I don’t know if you’ve heard of it but it’s called Re inc. We could really use a photographer like you.” Tobin says as she looks at you then Christen. “I can’t do all the photography and I’m not the best at it either.”

“Hey woah, we just met this person. I just found someone who loves dogs as much as I do and lives here, someone that isn’t famous, I think. Are you famous?” Rose asks you and chuckle shaking your head.

“I’m nowhere near famous.” You say. “But yes I’ve heard of re inc, I love the purpose of the company. It’s inspiring.”

“She’s perfect for you Rose.” Christen says.

“Huh?” You ask.

“We’re not on the same page here. But how about you give me your number and I can contact you for maybe some photoshoots?” Tobin asks and you smile widely. “Would you like that? Because I’d love to have you on the team.”

“I’d love that. Yes.” You say quickly as you and Tobin exchange numbers.

Meanwhile Christen pulls Rose aside.

“She’s cute huh?” Christen whispers to Rose.

“Christen don’t you like have Tobin?” Rose whispers in disbelief.

“What? I’m talking about you! Don’t act like you two weren’t flirting.” Christen whispers making Rose laugh.

“She’s cute I’ll admit it.” Rose says.

“It was nice meeting you all, but I need to head home to finish my work.” You say as you shake all their hands.

“Lovely meeting you Y/N.” Christen says and you smile.

“Likewise.” You say. “Bye.”

“Bye.” The three women say.

You walk back towards your stuff, packing everything up so you can go home to editing your pictures. You pick everything up and look back to the three women. You bite the inside of your cheek when you take a deep breath and walk back over to them.

“This is going to sound weird but Rose would you li-.”

“Yes.” Rose says instantly before you could even finish your sentence.

“You didn’t even let me finish.” You say laughing.

“Sorry it’s a habit. Okay then, finish.” Rose says and you feel your cheeks heat up.

“Would you like to maybe go out to grab some coffee at that new place that’ll open next week?” You ask.

“Yes.” Rose says with a smile.

“Cool. Well umm, here’s my number.” You say handing her a piece of paper. “Just shoot me a message so I know it’s you.”

Rose quickly grabs her phone and texting you.

Unknown: It’s Rose (:

“Cool.” You say with a smile. “I’ll see you soon then.”

“Yes.”

The following week came by and sure enough you both hit it off good. Laughter and a small trip to the market place. Buying her a bouquet of flowers, roses specifically.

Days turned into weeks, which turned into months, which turned into years, which turned into and I do in front of your friends and family.

Rose learned about your habit and she also found it cute but made sure you were okay when you stuck your hand into your pocket. An easy sign she could always pick up on if you were nervous.

Rose would once again interrupt someone before they finished talking. That being the wedding officiant which would be Christen. Rose didn’t wait for Christen to say the line when she blurted out I do. She had a habit of doing that and you loved it, something you learned by the third date you went on, you thought it was cute. But Rose interrupting Christen is something you always remember.

“Do you Y/N Y/L/N take Rosemary Kathleen Lavelle as your wife?”

“I do.” You say with a smile. One hand in your pocket as you felt the coin inside your pocket.

“And do you Rosemary Kathleen Lavelle take Y/-.”

“I do.” Rose says cutting Christen off.

“Seriously? You didn’t let her finish.” You say laughing. “How am I not surprised?”

“It’s a habit.” Rose says making you all laugh. Then pulls your hand out of your pocket. “Just like you have this habit.”

“Habits never die.” You whisper and laugh as you look at Rose.

Her habit never went away, neither did yours. When you were about to announce that you two were adopting a baby, Rose once again blurted the news out before she was supposed to. It was only the beginning for you both. But Rose’s habits never die and you loved her for it. Just like she loved you for your habit of having a coin in your pocket.

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

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reminiscingtonight · 1 year

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She’s All Mine

Rose Lavelle x Reader

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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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writtenbymisunderstoodnerds · 2 years

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USWNT Masterlist

Thought I would make a masterlist to make things a bit easier. Indented titles are other parts of the one above it. Please feel free to send me any prompts/ideas you might have or a player you'd like me to write for 😊

* = Smut (Minors DNI)

USWNT x Reader

>Not how this was supposed to go

>Not how this was supposed to go part 2

>Comfort

>Just tell them

>Family is who you choose >With you, everything's okay >It can't come soon enough >Best day of my life

Christen Press x Reader

>Date

>Talk to me

>Slipping away

>There for you

> There for you part 2

>It’s enough

>You deserve the world*

>Friendsgiving

>I'm Y/n by the way*

>How could I forget*

>Christmas surprise

>My favourite time of the day

>You can't flirt with her

>The voice over the phone

Tierna Davidson x Reader

>Can’t sleep

>Should be special*

>Do me the honor?

>Something to think about

>Blind date

>You hate each other, right?

Tobin Heath x Reader

>Snow

>I kinda, maybe slept with your bestfriend*

>Our story is my favourite

>Flirting and jealousy

>It's time they knew

>You didn't actually think I would miss this, did you?

Alyssa Naeher x Reader

>Slipping away part 2

>Unexpected

>Reignited passion

>Forced marriage

>You had your chance

>Hugs and neck kisses

>Distance makes the heart grow fonder

>Are you sure they like each other?

Emily Sonnett x Reader

>I don't hate you

>Protector

>Protector part 2

>You destroyed me (when all I did was love you)

>You're stuck with me

>Valentines day

Sofia Huerta x Reader

>Happy birthday

>Holiday in paradise*

>Hate? More like love*

>Let me help you heal

>From everything, to nothing and back again

>Not my best idea

>The date

Christen Press x Tobin Heath x Reader

>It's your birthday too

>This only happens in dreams

>Don't doubt our love

>I never wanted this, but maybe it's not such a bad thing

>I never wanted this, but maybe it's not such a bad thing part 2 >I never wanted this, but maybe it's not such a bad thing part 3*

>Why won't you tell them?

Kelley O'Hara x Reader

>For you, I would do anything

>First thanksgiving

Rose Lavelle x Reader

>Unconditionally, uncontrollably, undoubtedly

Ashley Sanchez x Reader

>Secret Softy

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #alyssa naeher #tobin heath #christen press/reader #tobin heath x reader #tierna davidson #alyssa naeher imagine #emily sonnett x reader #sofia huerta x reader #preath #kelley o'hara #rose lavelle x reader #rose lavelle #rose lavelle imagines

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wintersaffairs · 1 year

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Who I will write for

USWNT

Alex Morgan

Christen Press

Emily Sonnett

Kelley O'Hara

Rose Lavelle

Sam Mewis

Kristie Mewis

Sofia Huerta

Sophia Smith

Tobin Heath

NEDWNT

Vivianne Miedema

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lets-get-saucy · 1 month

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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.

#kelley o'hara #woso #kelley o'hara x reader #woso imagine #woso x reader #miss kelley #gotham fc #nwsl #emily sonnett #rose lavelle #jenna nighswonger #uswnt

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gamergirl929 · 2 days

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Age Is Just A Number (It Shouldn't Hold You Back) (Alex Morgan x Reader)

If there was one thing you didn't expect when you joined the USWNT, it was to develop a relationship with Alex Morgan, one that consisted of playful teasing and flirting. Despite the fact that she was ten years your senior, something she continuously reminded you of, you couldn't help but fall for her, age be damned, now if only Alex felt the same way.

Your tongue swipes along your lips as you watch Alex Morgan move to her feet, the woman’s uniform now drenched thanks to the waterlogged pitch you were being forced to play on in the semifinals against Canada in the Women’s Gold Cup.

You move past her, a smirk on your face.

“Looking good, as always Morgan.” You tease, and she rolls her eyes, giving you a playful shove as you all gather in the box for the incoming corner kick.

“Shut up.” She shakes her head, though she can’t bite back a smile.

You lick your lips, watching as Rose Lavelle sets up the corner kick, her hand held high in the air as she prepares to fire the ball.

The second the ball leaves her foot you know it’s yours, your teammates covered by the Canadian players.

You leap into the air, using your height to your advantage, jumping high above the Canadian players defending you, the ball ricocheting of your head and inches past Kailen Sheridan’s gloved hands.

You again jump into the air, throwing a fist above your head as your teammates surround you, ruffling your hair.

Rose jumps into your arms, and you lift her in the air before twirling.

“Nice corner as always Rosie.” You say, the woman giggling.

You turn towards Alex, a smirk stretching across your face.

“Are you impressed yet?” You flirt and she snorts, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

“It WAS an impressive header.” She says and you snicker.

“Don’t worry, you’ll fall for me soon.” You wink and she giggles, her cheeks flushing slightly as she makes her way towards her place on the field, ready to put the ball back into play.

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The whistle blows and you sigh in relief, your clothes sticking to your body considering the rain had started back up towards the end of the second half.

A number of your teammates jog your way, Emily Sonnett in particular jumping on your back.

“Way to use your freakish tallness to take us through to the finalssss!” Emily says, her chin resting on the top of your head and you snort.

“I knew it was good for SOMETHING.” You snicker as the woman slides of your back before sprinting towards Lindsey and Rose.

Meanwhile, you make your way towards Alex, a smirk stretching across your face.

“So, what did you think of my performance?” You ask and she shakes her head.

“Ehhh.” She says and you throw your head back with a groan.

Alex nudges you with her hip.

“I’m kidding, you did great.”

You smile, throwing your arm around her middle, giving her side a squeeze, something that makes her cheeks flush.

“I do have to admit...” You say, leaning towards her, the proximity between you making her cheeks darken.

“I really like seeing you all wet.” You wink and she gives you a shove.

“Stop it.” She says, sticking her tongue out.

“I already told you, I’m too old for you.” She says exasperatedly and you shrug.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.” You bite your bottom lip, noting the way Alex’s throat bobs.

“Y/N?” You turn, smiling when you see that you’re being waved over for an interview.

You back away from Alex, your eyes raking down her front, your tongue swiping at your lips.

“I think you’re JUST the right age for me.” You smirk, sending her another wink before jogging towards the waiting analyst.

Alex groans, rolling her eyes.

Despite the fact that Alex had told you multiple times that she was far too old for you, you continued to flirt relentlessly.

In all honesty, she HAD thought about it, but she knew you should be with someone your own age, not someone 10 years your senior.

“Mommyyyy!”

Alex smiles scooping Charlie up in her arms as she darts across the field, her little arms wrapping around her neck.

Not only was she 10 years your senior, but a mother as well, meaning her number one priority was Charlie, and would always be Charlie.

Across the field, you watch the pair with a soft smile.

“Jesus Christ, do you ever think of ANYTHING else?” Emily asks, throwing an arm around you and you grin.

“Hey, you can’t blame me for trying.” You smirk, unable to take your eyes off the forward as she makes the way around the field, Charlie in her arms.

“I mean, Alex IS milf material.” Emily shrugs, not realizing Kelley was standing behind her.

“I’m totally going to tell her you said that.” The older woman snickers and Emily’s eyes widen, her cheeks flushing.

“You wouldn’t dare...!” She says, chasing after Kelley as she sprints towards Alex.

You shake your head as you turn, shaking your opponent’s waiting hands.

You knew deep down you probably never had a chance with Alex Morgan, but there was no harm in flirting, was there?

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“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were falling for me.” You tease as you hoist Alex to her feet after she goes down at practice.

Alex’s blue orbs widen when you reach towards her face, delicately brushing a piece of grass off her forehead.

She’s unable to stop her breath from hitching when your fingertips lightly graze her jawline, your eyes holding a softness she hadn’t seen all that often.

You clear your throat, your cheeks flushing as your bravado completely shifts, a cocky grin stretching across your face.

You send her a wink before making your back to your position on the field.

Alex’s throat bobs as you lift your shirt, using it to wipe the sweat from your face, revealing the chiseled muscle that hid beneath your shirt.

“Jan, you’ve got some drool on your chin.” Kelley teases as she jogs passed, earning a glare from the seasoned forward.

“I do not.” She grumbles and Kelley snorts.

“Could’ve fooled me.”

Alex turns away with a growl, again finding you on the field as you sprint towards Emily Sonnett, sliding in and swiping the ball from her, the blonde playfully nudging you on her way by.

Watching the interaction makes something stir within Alex, her blue orbs narrowing as she glares at the blonde.

She clears her throat, giving her head a shake before making her way down field and back into the scrimmage, putting whatever was churning in her stomach at the back of her mind.

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The more she saw you and Emily interact, the more her stomach churned, it didn’t take her long to realize exactly what she was feeling.

It was jealousy.

She tried her best to ignore it, but it continued to rear its ugly head.

It was then she realized she needed to put distance between the two of you, she had to ignore what she was feeling, you deserved someone your own age, not someone 10 years older than you.

It was in that moment she decided she had to put distance between the two of you, she had to ignore your constant flirting, she had to avoid you, she had to stop the feeling in her chest when she saw you with Emily Sonnett.

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“Looking good as always Morgan.” You wink as the huddle breaks, your eyes widening when Alex completely ignores you and turns away, jogging onto the field.

You frown, your brows knitted in confusion.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Emily asks, her hand resting on your back.

You shake your head.

“N-Nothing.” You mumble, slowly making your way towards the bench.

Maybe she hadn’t heard you?

Maybe she was so focused on the game that she just forgot to respond?

Whatever it was, it made your heart ache.

The whistle blows and you jump, pulled out of your thoughts when the fans cheer and the game ultimately starts.

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When the halftime whistle blows, you jog towards Alex, her throat visibly bobbing.

“Showing off for me?" You tease, screeching to a halt when Alex silently walks past you, in no way acknowledging your presence.

It was then you realize that she HAD heard you earlier, she'd just chose to ignore you, something that tears your heart in two.

“Why the long face?” Emily asks as she slings her arm around your shoulders, your frown deepening.

“Alex is ignoring me...” You mumble sadly, Emily’s brows furrow.

“Did something happen between the two of you?” She asks and you shake your head, the two of you making your way towards the locker room.

“Not that I know of.” You say, Emily humming.

“Maybe she’s just focused on the game?” She says, her head cocked to the side, and you shrug dejectedly.

“Yeah, maybe.”

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It turns out, Alex’s refusal to talk to you had absolutely nothing to do with the game considering once you’d gotten onto the bus, when you even looked in her direction, she turned away, shoving her air pods in her ears.

Your shoulders hunch as you drop down into an empty seat, your head hanging sadly.

“Hey, what’s wrong kid?” Kelley asks, rubbing your back on her way by and you shake your head.

“Nothing.”

Kelley scoffs, flopping down in the seat beside you.

“That’s bullshit.” She says and you sigh deeply.

“Alex won’t talk to me, and I don’t know why.” You mumble sadly, Kelley’s eyes narrowing, her brows furrow.

“When did that start?” She asks, her brown orbs darting from you to the back of Alex’s head and back.

“Today.” You swallow hard, wiggling in your seat.

“Do you want me to talk to her?” Kelley asks, your eyes widening in horror as you turn abruptly towards her.

“Please don’t, maybe she just wants space, I don’t know.” You shrug, Kelley studying your face for a moment before nodding.

“Okay kid, but if you want me to, let me know.” She says, ruffling your hair, which makes you smile.

“I will.”

Kelley makes her way towards the back of the bus, taking a seat beside Emily.

“Do you know what’s going on with Alex and Y/N?” She asks the blonde shrugging.

“Y/N just said she’s ignoring her.”

Kelley hums, her brown orbs staring holes in the back of Alex’s head.

She had no idea why Alex’s was ignoring you, but she intended to find out.

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“What’s going on between you and Y/N?” Kelley asks that night when Alex makes her way into the room after taking a shower, the woman stiffening.

“N-Nothing.” She says nonchalantly, refusing to look at the defender whose eyes narrow.

“Emily said she tried to talk to you and that you ignored her.”

Alex’s throat bobs, something her friend takes note of.

“I-I just didn’t hear her.” She says, the excuse lame, even to her own ears.

Kelley hums, eyeing the woman intently.

“Well, it really upset her.” She comments, the thought of you being upset making her stomach lurch.

“Oh, I didn’t realize.”

Kelley hums, turning to her phone when it chimes, busying herself with whatever is on its screen.

Alex turns away, her gaze falling to her lap.

She knew it would be better for the both of you if you didn’t speak to one another at all.

If you spoke again, the flirting would start back up and she wasn’t sure if she could handle that, not with the feelings currently stirring in her chest at just the thought of you.

Alex takes a deep breath, laying back in bed, her head resting against the hotel’s pillows.

She was convinced she was making the right decision, you deserved someone your own age, and that obviously wasn’t her.

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Unfortunately for you, the remainder of your time spent together is much of the same, you attempting to speak to Alex, and Alex completely ignoring you.

Needless to say, when you went home to Gotham FC, your tail was firmly trapped between your legs.

“Come on kid, cheer up.” Kelley says as she slings an arm around your middle.

You whine.

“I just don’t know what I did wrong.” You mumble sadly, Kelley frowning.

“I don’t think you actually did anything wrong...” She sighs, running a hand down your back.

“What do you mean?” You ask, your head cocked to the side, brows knitted in confusion.

“Whatever is going on, it’s on her end, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

Your eyes widen, a small smile ticking the corners of your mouth upward.

“Really?” You whisper the older woman pulling you in and giving you a squeeze.

“Really.” She says, her brown orbs widening at the sound of a whistle blowing.

“That’s our queue.” She says as she darts across the field, twisting on her heels midway.

“Just, don’t let it get to you, okay?” She smiles and you nod, jogging after her, hopeful that practice would take your mind off of the San Diego Wave captain.

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Your mind isn’t off of Alex Morgan long considering Gotham FC and San Diego Wave go head-to-head in a clash at Red Bull Arena soon after the international break.

Much like she had during the Gold Cup, Alex refused to acknowledge your presence, avoiding you as much as possible, the only close contact you made with her being on the field.

It’s only after the game that Alex approaches you, your heart stalling in your chest, the thought that the woman may acknowledge your presence making your heart race.

That’s until she actually gets to you, her blue orbs darting to your Y/E/C’s before she turns away.

“Good game.” She mumbles, refusing your outstretched hand and continuing to make her way around the field.

You stay rooted in place, tears stinging your eyes as you watch Alex walk away.

Unbeknownst to you, Kelley O’Hara and Emily Sonnett had witnessed the exchange and needless to say, they were FAR from happy.

“What the hell was that about?” Emily asks Kelley before jogging towards you, wrapping her arms around you from behind, pushing herself up on her tiptoes so her chin can rest on your shoulder.

“It’s okay.” She whispers in your ear, frowning when you turn in her hold, revealing the tears glistening in your Y/E/C eyes.

Emily holds you tightly, shooting a glare over your shoulder at Alex when she catches her blue orbs.

That’s not all she sees, however.

She also sees Kelley stomping her way towards Alex, Alex’s eyes widening when she sees the look of anger on Kelley O’Hara’s face.

“What’s--

“What’s your problem?” Kelley growls, the San Diego captain’s brows arching.

“What do you mean?” She asks, dumbly and Kelley scoffs.

“You know what I mean Jan, look at her.” She motions behind her at you, Emily’s arm wrapped tightly around your middle, the woman catching sight of the tears on your cheeks as the blonde guides you towards the benches, her hazel orbs narrowed as they meet Alex’s blues.

“Do you even care about what you’re doing to her?” Kelley asks, Alex’s gaze falling to her feet, unable to look at the defender standing in front of her.

“Of course I care.” She whispers and Kelley shakes her head.

“It REALLY looks like it.” She growls, stepping closer to Alex, her voice dropping below a whisper.

“The sooner you accept what you’re feeling for her, the sooner you’ll both be happy.”

Alex’s head snaps upward, her eyes locking with Kelley’s.

“I don’t have feelings for her.” She mumbles and Kelley scoffs, rolling her eyes.

“That’s why you’re pushing her away, isn’t it?” She asks but gets no response.

“You know, your age doesn’t matter.” She says, noting the bob of Alex’s throat.

“It does Kel.” She mutters and Kelley rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, only to you, no one else cares Al.” She shakes her head and Alex’s nostrils flare.

“I’m a mom Kelley, I have more than just screwing around on my mind.”

Kelley groans.

“You do realize, it isn’t JUST about screwing around for her, right?” She asks, Alex’s brows knitting in confusion.

Kelley pinches the bridge of her nose.

“Her bravado is all an act Jan; she only acts that way because she’s afraid of facing her real feelings for you.” She sighs deeply, watching as realization dawns on Alex’s face.

It’s then that she spots you across the field, Charlie racing towards you, wrapping her tiny arms around your legs.

Almost immediately, you lift her into the air with a small smile, giving her a playful spin, the little girl giggling wildly.

“Oh.” Alex whispers, and Kelley snorts.

“Yeah, oh.” She says with an annoyed eye roll.

“Now, fix it.” She says before making her way towards the sidelines where her teammates have gathered.

Alex turns back to you, her blue orbs catching your Y/E/C’s, the smile that graced your face shifting to a small frown as you slowly place Charlie on the ground and nod in Alex’s direction, the little girl sprinting towards her mother.

It was in that moment, as you turned away from her, that she knew she had to fix it.

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When you shuffled through your apartment that night, you were exhausted, not only from the physical exertion on the game, but emotionally as well.

You never expected for Alex to ignore you directly to your face, but she did, and that fact made your heart ache.

You still didn’t know what you did wrong, maybe you’d come off too strongly with your flirting?

Maybe she’d finally realized that your bravado was only for show, used to mask your true feelings for the older woman.

You flop down on your couch’s surface, your eyes fluttering shut, hopeful that sleep would take you momentarily.

Just as you’re on the cusp of sleep, however, a light tapping makes your eyes flutter, open your brows furrowed in confusion.

It isn’t long before the light taps repeat, and it’s then you realize that someone is knocking on your apartment door.

You reluctantly leave your place on the couch before shuffling to the door and leaning against it.

“Who is it?” You ask, your voice scratchy.

You listen intently, a soft shuffling behind the door before a soft voice replies.

“It’s Alex.”

Silence envelopes the two of you before you slowly open the door, your brows furrowed as you peer through the crack, coming face to face with the woman who had been avoiding you for months.

You pull the door the rest of the way open, your eyes studying Alex’s face intently, the woman shuffling nervously from foot to foot.

“I’m sorry.” She suddenly blurts out, your eyes widening as Alex’s blue orbs remain focused on the floor.

You find yourself taking a step to the side moments later, waving your arm, beckoning her to enter your apartment, something that she almost instantly does.

Your throat bobs as you push the door shut behind her, your back to the older woman.

You knew whatever was about to happen, there was no going back, but now you had no choice, you had to face Alex Morgan, you had to find out what was going on between the two of you.

Your breath catches in your throat when a pair of arms wrap around you from behind, your heart racing when you feel Alex bury her face between your shoulder blades.

You stiffen, unsure of what you should do, did you cover Alex’s hands with your own, or did you push her away?

Subconsciously, your hands drift to Alex’s gently resting on top of hers, the woman sighing against your back.

“I’m sorry I was so stupid.” She whispers, nuzzling against your back.

Your heart swells in your chest, the feeling of her pressed against your back everything you’ve ever wanted and more.

“Why did you ignore me...?” You ask, humming when Alex pushes her fingers between your own.

“I was jealous.” She mumbles against your back, your brows furrowing as you turn in her hold.

“Of what?” You ask, your hands finding their way to Alex’s waist.

She shrugs, her breath hitching when you gently take her chin between your thumb and index finger.

Her mouth opens and closes repeatedly before she sighs loudly.

“Seeing you with Emily, I couldn’t help but think you deserved someone your own age.” She whispers and you shake your head, Alex’s breath hitching when you turn the tables, pressing her back against your apartment door.

“I don’t want anyone my own age, I want you.” You whisper, Alex’s throat bobbing as her eyes dart from your Y/E/C orbs to your lips and back.

Much to your surprise, she lunges forwards, her lips meeting yours in a tender, and long overdue kiss.

You kiss back without hesitation, your palms resting on the wall on either side of Alex’s head as you kiss softly.

Alex’s hands slip to the back of your neck, her fingers tangling in your hair as you kiss passionately.

You’re unable to stop yourself from chuckling when you pull back, the woman pinned to the wall whining loudly as you bury your face in her neck, nuzzling her jawline.

“Our first kiss and you’re already addicted.” You tease, earning an eye roll.

“Shut up.” She mumbles before pulling you back in for another kiss.

Eventually, you make your way to the couch, Alex’s pinned beneath you as you kiss softly, giggling loudly when you bury your face in her neck, peppering her flesh with kisses.

You pull back reluctantly, your eyes locking with Alex’s bright blue orbs.

She smiles softly when you lean in, kissing her lips over and over again until she starts laughing.

It isn’t long before you’re lowering yourself on top of her, her legs spread as you rest your head against her chest, the woman drawing small patterns against your back.

You nuzzle into the crook of her neck, your eyes fluttering shut as your heart rate slows, your earlier exhaustion making itself known.

“What does this mean for us...?” You slur, unable to fight your fluttering eyelids as they close.

Alex hums, her lips parting to answer, that is until she realizes you’d drifted off.

She holds you tightly to her chest, feeling you smile against her neck as you nuzzle closer.

“It means I’m going to stop being such an idiot and worrying about what others think, and worry about what I want, and that’s you.” She turns her head, kissing your forehead before her own eyes flutter shut.

Thankfully, Kelley had offered to keep Charlie for the night, meaning she could remain where she currently was, your body weight on top of her as you slept soundly in her arms.

You were the first to wake the next morning, beaming when you realized that what had happened the following night wasn’t a dream, Alex Morgan was fast asleep beneath you, her arms wrapped tightly around you as she slept peacefully, a smile on her face.

You hum, burying your face back in her neck as you fall back asleep, eager to see what the future held for you and Alex Morgan.

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