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Oh Lordy I feel for reader’s hangover the next day in drunk dial 😵‍💫

thought i had posted this the other day but clearly not..

here’s a little blurb of readers hangover after drunk dial

the first thing as you opened your eyes was you became aware of was the warmth. then the second was the headache.

you groaned quietly into the pillow, immediately regretting it when the sound seemed to echo around your skull. every tiny movement made your head feel heavy and fuzzy, and when you cautiously cracked an eye open, the room tilted just enough to make you screw it shut again.

“no, nope.” a soft laugh sounded beside you.

you peeled one eye open to find alessia already awake, lying on her side facing you. her hair was messy from sleep, one arm tucked beneath her pillow while the other rested across your waist.

“there she is,” alessia murmured as you responded by burying your face further into the pillow.

“i think I’m dying.” you groaned out which was muffled from the face your face was in the pillow however alessia just managed to catch what you were saying.

“no, you’re just hungover, babe”

“so basically dying.”

alessia smiled, her hand immediately sliding into your hair. but the second her fingers began gently combing through the messy strands, you melted. your shoulders dropped. the tension in your face eased. as a pathetic little sigh escaped you.

“there it is,” alessia teased softly.

“don’t stop.” you whispered, as you melted more into her touch with strangely was helping with your headache.

“i wasn’t planning to.” as alessia’s fingers continued their slow path through your hair, occasionally scratching lightly against your scalp. it felt unfairly nice.

you shifted closer instinctively, pressing your forehead against her shoulder. immediately her arm wrapped around you properly. “better?” she asked.

“mhm.”

“head still spinning?”

“mhm.”

“thirsty?”

you groaned as the thought of a nice glass of water really came to the forefront of your mind, “mhm.”

alessia laughed quietly at your response, or so lack of response. “very talkative this morning.”

you opened one eye just enough to glare at her. the glare probably would’ve been more intimidating if your face wasn’t half buried against her neck. “mean.” you whispered as you placed her hand on the spot of your head which you wanted her to play with your hair.

“i’m taking care of you.”

“meanly.”

“that’s not a word.” alessia said quickly as a small laugh came from her as you chose to go back to not responding.

but that was mostly because her hand had moved from your hair to your forehead now, her fingertips tracing gently along your hairline. the motion was soothing enough that you nearly fell asleep again.

almost.

then another wave of hangover hit. you winced. “oh, that’s horrible.”

alessia immediately leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “you poor thing.”

you frowned immediately, “hey! don’t patronise me.”

but another kiss landed on your temple from alessia, “i’m not.”

“but you’re doing the voice.” you whined as another wave of spinning came across your head.

“what voice?”

“the voice.”

alessia’s grin widened as she knew exactly what you were on about.

“the one you use when I’m injured, ill or being dramatic?” you explained properly but your voice was still hoarse.

“so all the time?” alessia teased, as you groan loudly knowing alessia had that usual teasing smile spreading across her lips, the same smile she used every time she was winding you up

the groan however made your head hurt more which only made you groan again and alessia was openly laughing now. “baby,”

“my own actions have consequences.” you whined, screwing your eyes shut as if that was going to rid the headache you currently had.

“they do.” alessia whispered placing a warm kiss to the side of your head before you buried your face fully against her shoulder.

“i don’t like consequences.” you said although it was muffled and alessia only caught half of it, her hand returned to your hair immediately, fingertips moving slowly through it while she pressed another absent-minded kiss to the top of your head.

and for a few moments neither of you spoke. the room stayed quiet. just the two of you tangled together beneath the duvet.

but eventually you mumbled into her shoulder. “can’t believe you came to get me.”

alessia’s hand paused briefly before resuming its gentle movements. “of course i did.”

a small smile tugged at your lips. even with your head spinning. even with the hangover. even with the knowledge that the city girls almost certainly had enough videos to ruin your life.

you felt safe. comfortable. loved. “i love you,” you mumbled sleepily.

alessia laughed softly and kissed your forehead again. “i should hope so.”

“no.” you shifted slightly closer somehow. “i really love you.”

the smile in her voice was impossible to miss. “i really love you too, my champion.”

and with her hand still moving soothingly through your hair, you let your eyes close again, deciding that maybe recovery could wait another ten minutes.

[enwoso]

I was thinking about something that involves little Rosa? (I saw the photo Alessia uploaded of her telling her a story and this idea came to me) maybe Alessia and the reader spend a day taking care of her or something like that

here is someday, with you

hope you enjoy! ☺️

[enwoso]

someday, with you | alessia russo

masterlist | based on this request🙃

rosa was only supposed to be staying for the morning. well that was what alessia had told herself anyway.

yet three hours in, alessia was sat cross-legged on the living room floor with her ten-month-old niece balanced between her legs, watching rosa enthusiastically attempt to eat a soft toy giraffe while you laughed so hard tears had gathered in your eyes.

"roro, sweetheart, that's not food," you said through a grin. rosa instead paused with the giraffe half way to her mouth as she looked directly at you before immediately shoving the giraffe back into her mouth.

you groaned dramatically as alessia burst out laughing, "oh, she absolutely knows what she's doing."

"no she doesn't."

"she does."

"she's ten months old."

alessia pointed at rosa. "look at that face. thats the face of someone causing problems deliberately." and as if she understood every word, rosa let out a delighted squeal.

the three of you dissolved into laughter and that was the way it had been like that all afternoon.

easy. comfortable. but domestic in a way neither of you got to experience often with football constantly pulling you in different directions.

there had been bottle feeds and naps that didn't happen when they were supposed to.

there had been several dramatic tears because rosa had dropped her favourite toy and to her that was on par with the whole world ending.

there had also been countless moments where alessia had looked over at you and felt her chest ache. not in a painful way. in a way that made her wonder how she had gotten this lucky.

because every single time rosa reached for you, your whole face softened. every time she babbled nonsense at you, you answered as though she was holding a perfectly coherent conversation.

every time she smiled, you smiled right back and alessia couldn't stop watching.

at one point she'd caught rosa crawling determinedly across the rug towards you. you opened your arms immediately. "come on then." you cooed as rosa practically launched herself into your lap.

and the look on your face when you'd hugged her-

god. alessia thought she might have fallen in love with you all over again. not that she'd ever stopped. but somehow moments like this made it worse. or better. probably both.

"why are you staring at me?" you asked with a smile as the sound of your voice pulled alessia from her thoughts.

alessia blinked. "hm?"

"you're doing the thing." you pointed out as rosa stood up against you, pulling at small strands of your pony tail.

"the thing?" alessia questioned, confused at what you were trying to get at.

"the heart eyes thing." you said, not before pulling rosa's tight little grip from your hair as alessia immediately looked away her cheeks blushing a slight shade of pink.

"there it is."

"i wasn't doing anything."

"you absolutely were."

alessia rolled her eyes, yet when she glanced back over, she found you smiling at her. softly. fondly. the same way she knew she was looking at you. the warmth that settled in her chest made her feel almost dizzy.

then rosa sneezed directly into your face and the romantic moment was ruined instantly. as you sat frozen for a moment, processing what had just happened.

alessia stared, before she completely lost it. laughing so hard she nearly fell backwards. "oh my god."

"oh my god?" you looked horrified. "your niece just sneezed in my mouth."

alessia was crying with laughter now and rosa, well she looked incredibly pleased with herself.

—

by the time afternoon rolled around, rosa was becoming noticeably sleepy. she’s gone from excited crawling and babbling to rubbing her eyes every few minutes and becoming increasingly clingy.

currently she was curled against alessia’s chest whilst alessia sat on the floor leant against the couch. a pictured book rested in one hand. the other rubbing slow circles quietly in the doorway.

you stood just across the room, watching on as you made two cups of tea. the room was warm from the sunlight filtering through the windows.

everything felt peaceful and safe.

alessia’s voice had dropped to a soft murmur as she read. not because rosa understood the story. she most likely definitely didn't. but because she liked hearing alessia speak.

the little girl was completely relaxed. one tiny hand curled around alessia’s shirt. her eyes fluttering more heavily with every page.

you couldn't stop smiling. alessia looked beautiful like this. her hair slightly messy. voice gentle as she held rosa as though she was the most precious thing in the world.

your heart squeezed painfully. because this wasn't football alessia. this wasn't the alessia everyone else knew. this was your girl. your alessia.

soft, patient and incredibly loving

the woman who melted whenever she saw her niece. who ried over sentimental videos. who still reached for your hand in crowded rooms but who would also mange to trip over thin air any chance she got.

eventually rosa’s eyes drifted closed completely. alessia continued reading for another few moments just to be safe.

then carefully closed the book as the room became quiet, just the small sound of you pouring milk into the cups.

you watched her stand slowly. every movement careful and deliberate.rosa didn't stir once and she gently settled her into her bouncer tucking a small blanket around her before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

as she stepped back, moving towards you as you handed her a hot mug of tea. as you both looked at the tiny sleeping baby. the little ride and fall of her chest and how peaceful she looked.

alessia leaning lightly into you as you placed sweet kiss to the side of her head before you both moved towards the couch.

the house felt strangely quiet after rosa had fallen asleep and you both found yourselves curled together on the sofa. a blanket thrown across both your laps.

alessia leaning into your side her head resting against your chest and for a while neither of you spoke. simply enjoying the rare silence.

then alessia sighed softly. "what?" you asked as you felt her smile against your shoulder.

"nothing." she said quietly, her hand tracing over a tattoo on your wrist.

"liar." as a quiet laugh escaped her making you tilt your head towards her with a small smile, "what are you thinking about?"

you watched as alessia hesitated and you immediately became curious. because alessia russo was rarely speechless. "less?"

she looked up at you and there it was. that look. the one that always made your stomach flutter. "i really love her." she said quietly.

you smiled. "i know."

"no, i mean..." she laughed softly. "i know she's my niece so obviously i love her. but every time i spend time with her i somehow love her more."

you nodded."roro is pretty easy to love."

"she is." alessia agreed as her gaze drifted towards the ceiling, thoughtful. "i think seeing her grow up has been one of my favourite things."

your expression softened. alessia rarely talked about things like this at least not out loud or very often.

"i like watching you with her." you admitted, as you looked down at her.

her eyes found yours again. "yeah?"

you nodded. "yeah."

the smile that appeared on her face was small. shy. almost. "i like watching you with her too."

you stomach flipped. "you do?"

"course i do." alessia smiled as she reached for your hand. threading your fingers together. "and you don't even realise you do it."

"do what?" you asked as your brows furrowed together.

"the voice."

"what voice?"

"the baby voice."

you groaned immediately, now knowing exactly what she meant as she laughed, “no but it’s cute baby”

"it is not."

"it is."

"it absolutely isn't."

she was grinning now. "it really is." as you shook your head yet you were smiling too. because there was no winning these arguments. not when alessia looked at you like that. not when she seemed so happy.

a comfortable silence settled between you again. then alessia spoke.quieter this time. "do you ever think about it?"

you looked at her. "think about what?"

she swallowed and suddenly looked nervous. "having kids."

your heart skipped. not because the question scared you, the two of you had briefly mentioned it before but scared you because of how vulnerable she sounded asking it.

tou turned slightly towards her, giving her your full attention. as alessia’s eyes searched yours. as though she was trying to gauge your reaction before you'd even answered.

"yeah," you admitted softly. "i do."

something immediately relaxed in her expression. a tiny exhale escaping her.

"yeah?"

you nodded. "yeah." as smile tugged at your lips. "maybe more than i probably should."

alessia laughed quietly. "me too."

the confession hung between you. gentle as neither of you rushing the conversation. neither trying to force it into something bigger than it needed to be.

your brushed your thumb over her knuckles. "you’d be an amazing mum, you know."

the words slipped out naturally because they were true. the way alessia’s face softened nearly broke your heart.

"you think?"

you stared at her. "in every universe, less."

her eyes immediately became suspiciously bright. you leaned forward. pressing a kiss against her forehead. then another against her cheek. “you're patient."

kiss.

"kind."

kiss.

"ridiculously loving."

kiss.

"you read the same page six times because rosa kept trying to eat the book."

alessia laughed through her smile. "that did happen."

"it did." you tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "and any kid would be more than lucky to have you."

for a moment she just looked at you. completely overwhelmed. completely in love. then she reached up cupping your cheek. "i think about it with you."

your breath caught. the confession was quiet. almost whispered. but it hit harder than anything else she could have said.

"i don't just think about having kids." she said in the same quiet tone as her thumb stroked softly across your skin. "i think about having them with you and..”

you felt your eyes sting. not from sadness. from the sheer weight of being loved so completely. so intentionally.

you leaned into her touch. smiling. “and?"

alessia’s small smile returned, slow and beautiful. “and one day… not yet.” she pressed her fore against yours, before planting a kiss to your lips as you chased her lips as she pulled away. “but one day, i think we’d make a pretty good team”

you laughed softly, finding her lips again peppering a few light kisses, “we already do.”

alessia smiled, then kissed you properly. slow and sweet. as her hand rested on yours chin. the type of kiss that felt like home.

and just in the other room, rose slept peacefully through all of it. completely unaware that she'd spent an entire afternoon making two people who were already hopelessly in love somehow fall even harder.

[enwoso]

As much as it hurts… Chelsea was her favourite club as a child

yeah it was, respect to her tbf cause it’s got to of been a difficult decision

[enwoso]

no way has THE katie mccabe made the move to chelsea-

i mean lowkey knew deep down she’d be staying in london but chelsea my god..

derby days are going to be interesting🫪🫪

[enwoso]

Lessi taking care of a drunk R?

here is drunk dial :))

[enwoso]

drunk dial | alessia russo

masterlist | based on this request😋

the celebrations had started on the pitch and that was part of the problem.

because by the time you and your manchester city teammates had dragged themselves onto the coach towards central london after the last game of the season against west ham, you were already tipsy off adrenaline alone.

the medals had been handed out on the pitch and the trophy was finally lifted by you and your teammates. the champagne had been sprayed and interviews rushed through the team finally ended up in some ridiculously expensive private bar near soho.

you were absolutely gone and alessia knew it from the very first text you had sent.

you| you would look fit in a city shirt btw x

alessia started at her phone from where is buzzed against her chest, half asleep on the sofa with some terrible reality show playing quietly in the background.

lessi<3| traitor.

the typing bubbles appeared instantly.

you| not traitor champion

then another message.

you| i have medal

you| *one attachment*

the photo which followed immediately after was blurry beyond belief. alessia could just about make out your medal pressed directly against the camera lens and half your forehead.

alessia laughed to herself before replying, shifting slightly on the sofa to a comfier position.

lessi<3| very proud of you baby ❤️

the response took nearly two minutes.

you| call me

and because alessia was weak when it came to you, she did.

the second facetime connected, all alessia saw was flashing lights, blurry movement, and your face way too close to the camera.

"HELLOOOOOO." you shouted, your arms in the air and a dopey smile across your face.

alessia winced dramatically, not expecting the loudness of it all. "jesus christ."

you gasped, stopping your jumping a second and slouching down onto the a seat in a booth . "don't say his full name like that.

"what?" alessia questioned, confused.

"i don't know." you frowned. "that just felt disrespectful."

alessia burst out laughing. your grin widened instantly at the sound. there was music pounding somewhere behind you, teammates yelling over one another, glasses clinking constantly.

you were sat in a booth, man city blue on and a champions 26' in shiny gold writing on the shirt and your medal still proudly on display around your neck.

"you're drunk." alessia giggled watching you having seen this demeanour of yours more than once when you'd had a few drinks.

"no," you said confidently. a beat. "i'm celebratory."

"right." alessia nodded along seriously as a small smile was appearing in her lips watching you take in this moment.

"i've had like..." you squinted in concentration, lips pouting slightly. "...a normal amount."

"and how much is normal?" alessia questioned as you pulled once again the same concentration face before holding up your hand to count but immediately was distracted by the rings which were around your own fingers.

"ooo these are pretty."

"baby."

"sorry. um..." you looked genuinely deep in thought. "i erm.. i don't know."

"that's reassuring." alessia hummed as she watched you turn your rings around before looking back up at the screen with that same drunk but dopey smile.

you smiled lazily. "but i do know that i love you" alessia physically softened. drunk you was dangerous because every thought in your head came out completely unfiltered.

"you're cute," alessia mumbled.

"no, you're cute." your eyes narrowed suspiciously. "wait."

"what?"

"why aren't you here?"

"i had training this morning and unlike you, some of us didn't win the league today." alessia smiled softly at you as your brows furrowed.

before you gasped loudly enough that somebody beside you turned around. "that's so bitter."

"mhm so is." alessia hummed as you nodded along thinking of your next cheeky comment.

"i'd still buy you a drink." you shrugged, before mumbling along to the words of the song which was blasting over the speakers.

"and you'd spill it on me." alessia corrected, knowing there wasn't a night out where you hadn't spilt a drink whether that be on yourself, someone else or the floor.

"and that's just part of the experience baby." alessia smiled helplessly as you leaned further into the booth.

in the background, she could spot a few of your city teammates dancing terribly near the bar. someone had climbed onto a seat already. as someone else blurred in the background was waving a napkin around like a victory flag.

"you still wearing the medal?" alessia asked as you had just gone mute grinning at her on the phone.

but that drew your attention as you looked offended at her that she even had to ask. "obviously." as you proudly lifted it again. "i earned this."

"you did."

your expression softened instantly at how genuine she sounded. for a second, the chaos around you disappeared. "i wish you were here," you admitted quietly as alessia's heart squeezed.

"i know, baby." she whispered as you sat with a sad smile on your face

"i would've kissed you when they gave me the medal." you rambled out taking another sip of the drink in your hand.

"baby you probably can't stand straight."

"i absolutely can."

and as if on cue, somebody bumped into you from behind and you nearly slid straight off the booth. alessia barked out a laugh. "perfect balance there."

"i was attacked." you gasped as alessia hummed knowingly.

you narrowed your eyes at the phone before suddenly perking up. "WAIT."

alessia immediately sighed, pinching the top of her nose, "that never ends well."

you stood abruptly, nearly dropping your phone, and started weaving through the packed bar.

"where are you going?" alessia voice could barely be heard by anyone else in the bar over the music but you were zoned in on her voice only.

"an important mission." you clarified as you wandered through the crowd of your teammates and their family.

"what mission?" alessia asked again but you just grinned back at her, before hugging of your your teammates, grace.

"you'll see."

alessia then watched the ceiling for a solid ten seconds while you stopped and said hello to some friends you hadn't seen since the start of the night as you stumbled around one of london's trendiest bars with absolutely no coordination whatsoever.

you eventually propped your phone against a pillar at the end of the bar, leaning on the front of the bar with a dramtic groan as your arms had basically stuck to the wooden frame.

your cheeks were flushed warm from the alcohol and excitement and your hair messy from the hours of celebrating. your winners medals till hanging proudly around your neck as you kept absentmindedly touching it like you couldn't quite believe it was real.

the music in the private bar was deafening now bass vibrating through the floor, lights flashing across the room while your teammates shouted over one another nearby.

and through all of it, your attention stayed fixed on the tiny image of alessia on your phone screen.

"less?" you asked softly, head now leaning on your arms as the smell of beer filled your nose.

"hm?" her voice came warm through the speaker, quieter and sleepier compared to the chaos around you.

your expression softened immediately. "i won the league." there it was again. that tiny little crack in your voice underneath the drunken happiness. the disbelief. the emotion.

alessia felt her chest ache a little at the sight of you. she could tell this meant everything to you. "yeah," she said gently, smiling properly now. "you really did."

you stared at her for a second with glassy eyes before ruining the emotional moment entirely. "and," you added seriously, lifting a finger for emphasis, "i looked really fit doing it."

alessia snorted. "there she is. that's my girl" your grin spread instantly, all sleepy and smug.

a waitress suddenly appeared beside you as she was carrying another tray of shots and your eyes lit up immediately. but before your hand could even reach for one, alessia narrowed her eyes through the screen. "no."

you blinked slowly. "no what?"

"no more shots."

your mouth dropped open in genuine offence. "but—"

"nope."

"it's literally a title celebration."

"you can celebrate with water."

you recoiled like she'd personally insulted you. "that's actually evil behaviour."

"drink. water."

"you sound exactly like my physio right now." you said as you scowled at your phone, moving the shot that was left by your teammate closer.

"and yet your physio is probably correct too." alessia sassed back with a small grin.

but still muttering complaints under your breath, you grabbed the water glass dramatically, glaring at it like it had personally wronged you before taking the tiniest sip imaginable.

then you held it up proudly toward the camera. "there." before turning your head off camera and downing the shot in one.

alessia laughed softly, shaking her head. "wow. incredible effort. gold star for you."

"i deserve praise."

"you deserve supervision."

your smile turned all soft and lazy at that. "mhm," you hummed, sinking lower into your arms at the bar. "maybe."

the flashing lights caught against the medal around your neck and you looked down at it again, fingertips brushing over the silver absentmindedly.

alessia watched the way your entire expression changed every time you looked at it. still emotional. still processing it.

"come over after?" you asked quietly, eyes lifting back toward the screen.

alessia glanced at the time on her bedside clock. 12:56am. "you're still gonna be out for hours."

"probably."

"and you're drunk."

you smiled faintly. "mhm.”

"and you smell like tequila through the phone."

you let out a surprised laugh, shoulders shaking slightly. "that feels scientifically impossible."

"and yet somehow true."

you laughed properly then head falling back while the sound disappeared slightly beneath the music around you. god, alessia loved hearing you laugh.

when you looked back at the phone your expression had gone soft again. completely unguarded. "you know you're my favourite person, right?"

the sincerity in your voice hit alessia immediately. her entire face softened. "even when i'm annoying?"

you frowned like the answer was obvious. "especially when you're annoying."

a tiny smile tugged at alessia's mouth. you looked so ridiculously fond of her it almost hurt.

then, after a long thoughtful pause, your eyebrows furrowed slightly. "i'm keeping the medal on during sex later."

alessia nearly inhaled her own tongue. "OH MY GOD."

you burst into helpless giggles immediately, shoulders shaking while you hid your face briefly behind one hand. "what?" you laughed. "it's earned jewellery."

"you are actually unbelievable."

"but you love me."

alessia just shook her head, laughing quietly to herself before she really looked at you again.

at the happiness written all over your face. at how relaxed you seemed for the first time in weeks.

and suddenly she felt a little guilty for keeping you on facetime so long when tonight should've been about celebrating with your team.

"baby?"

"hm?" you looked up instantly.

"you should go enjoy your night properly."

your face fell immediately. "i am enjoying my night."

"i know," alessia said gently. "but properly. go be with your teammates."

"but i can do both."

"you've been on facetime to me for over forty-five minutes."

"that's because i like you." the words came out so matter-of-fact that alessia laughed softly.

"i know you do baby"

you slumped further down dramatically until your cheek was squashed against your arm.

"don't make me hang up." the pout on your face was genuinely ridiculous.

"you literally just won the league," alessia smiled. "go celebrate it."

"but i miss you."

"and i'll still be here tomorrow."

you stared at her quietly for a few seconds, visibly torn. then one of your grace suddenly appeared behind you, dropping an arm over your shoulders. "come dance, loser."

you frowned immediately. "i'm busy right now grace."

"with your girlfriend?" grace teased knowingly as she waved to alessia in the background

"yes."

grace then leaned down toward the phone. "she's refusing to socialise, less!"

alessia pointed instantly. "see?"

you groaned dramatically. "you all gang up on me."

"no, we're encouraging fun," alessia corrected quickly as another groan came from your lips.

"i'm already having fun."

"go have more fun."

you sighed heavily, fingers tapping against your medal while you thought about it. then quietly: "will you answer if i call later?"

the softness in your voice made alessia melt all over again. "of course i will."

"promise?"

"i promise."

you looked slightly more reassured at that, shoulders relaxing a little. then your expression turned fond again. "love you."

alessia smiled immediately. "love you too, my champion."

grace grabbed your wrist suddenly, trying to physically drag you away from your set up at the bar. "come ON."

"i'm going!" you complained, laughing breathlessly as you nearly dropped your phone. before hanging up, you pointed lazily at the screen. "you better still fancy me tomorrow."

alessia laughed. "goodnight, baby."

then the call ended.

—

at 2:06am, alessia's phone buzzed violently against her bedside table. she blinked awake sleepily, squinting at the bright screen in the dark room.

y/n❤️ calling...

a smile tugged at her lips instantly. alessia answered immediately.

this time your face appeared much blurrier on screen. you were very obviously more drunk now. hair completely ruined. medal completely on the wrong way as your shirt was slightly ruffled up. eyes glossy and heavy-lidded. you looked overall exhausted.

"hi," you whispered.

alessia laughed quietly, voice rough with sleep. "oh, baby. you are gone."

"no," you argued weakly, blinking slowly at the camera. "i'm fine." you were swaying slightly despite sitting down. definitely not fine.

the music behind you was louder now, more chaotic somehow, while the city girls shouted drunkenly somewhere in the background.

"did you have fun?" alessia asked softly, rubbing her eyes.

you nodded immediately. "mhm."

"good."

a pause. alessia waiting to find out if there was a reason you called or just more drunken ramble.

but then your face crumpled just slightly. "can you come get me." there it was.

alessia's expression softened instantly. "baby..."

"i know," you mumbled tiredly, rubbing one hand over your face as you mascara smudged just that little bit more under your eyes. "i know i said i'd celebrate."

"you did."

"but now i just..." your voice got quieter. "i just want my girlfriend."

the words hit alessia right in the chest. because the adrenaline had worn off now. the excitement had started fading into exhaustion.and after hours of noise and people and drinks and celebrating, you just wanted comfort.

you just wanted her.

"where are the girls?" alessia asked gently.

"dancing." you mumbled flipping the camera around to show the girls dancing and singing along to some club classic.

"and you?"

you looked down at the table for a second before glancing back at the screen. "thinking about you."

alessia smiled helplessly. "that's concerning at two in the morning."

you gave her a sleepy little grin. "please come get me."

"you alright?"

"mhm." you nodded slowly. "just miss you."

alessia sighed softly, already pushing the duvet back and reaching for the hoodie hanging over her chair. "you're lucky you're cute."

you whole face brightened instantly. "so you'll come?"

"yes," alessia smiled. "i'll come get you."

the relief on your face was immediate and obvious. "hurry though."

"why?"

your voice dropped quieter again. "because i want cuddles."

and honestly? there was absolutely no recovering from that.

[enwoso]

wait… alexia is actually leaving barca🫪

i thought that was just a tiktok joke

where is she gonna go next then?

[enwoso]

does anyone have any requests, got some free time and really in the mood to write (for once🫣)

obvs can’t guarantee i’ll write them all but i’m happy to do a few🙃

open to anything x

[enwoso]

strawberry | alessia russo

seen this on tiktok and was inspired so here we are x

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the rain had started sometime after sunset. soft droplets tapped rhythmically against the bedroom windows, mixing with the distant sound of cars on wet roads below the apartment.

the room itself was warm though dimly lit by the fairy lights you insisted on keeping up all year round and the glow of the television neither of you were actually watching anymore.

alessia was lay sprawled against the headboard in one of your hoodies, fresh from a shower, her damp hair messy against the pillow. you were tucked into her side beneath the duvet, one leg tangled lazily with alessia's while alessia absentmindedly scratched her nails over the skin at the back of your neck.

it had been one of those rare quiet evenings. match day +1. no media. no travel. no early alarms for once.

just the two of you.

you tilted your head slightly, listening to alessia hum softly under her breath while scrolling mindlessly on her phone.

then a thought crossed your mind. a terrible thought. the kind that would absolutely annoy your girlfriend.your smiled to yourself. "love?"

"mhm?" alessia replied sleepily, eyes still on her phone.

"can i ask you a question?"

that immediately made alessia suspicious. her eyes flicked down slowly. "why are you saying it like that?"

"like what?"

"like you're about to psychologically evaluate me."

you gasped, moving slightly. "i would never."

"you literally once asked me what kind of kitchen utensil i'd be in an apocalypse."

"and you said whisk." you pointed out, your voice going flat.

"because you said survival depended on honesty!" alessia fired back quickly a little giggle escaping from her as her phone stayed her in her hand.

you grinned. "exactly."

alessia narrowed her eyes but pinched your side affectionately anyway. "go on then. ask away."

you shifted slightly so you could look up at her properly. "do you like strawberries?"

alessia blinked, slightly confused. "...what?"

"you know strawberries, the fruit."

"yes, i know what strawberries are."

you hummed waiting for her to finish speaking, "do you like them?"

alessia looked at you for a long moment before snorting quietly. "this is absolutely some silly thing from tiktok."

you immediately shook your head, it absolutely was something from tiktok. "nope."

"your such a bad liar."

"no, i'm just curious."

"you are never 'just curious.'"

you poked alessia stomach impatiently. "answer the question less."

alessia sighed dramatically, throwing her head back against the pillows. "yes, y/n. i like strawberries."

you hummed thoughtfully like you were filing the information away even though you knew already exactly how she liked her strawberries never mind if she even liked them. "how much?"

alessia laughed. "what does that even mean?"

"like are they your favourite fruit?" you expanded further, looking up at the ceiling as you felt alessia's arm move slightly her hand moving to play with a few strands of your hair.

"no."

"but would you choose them willingly?" you ask again as you hear a little noise from her as you already know her though process of knowing this is something silly that your gonna trap her in.

"i guess so?"

"interesting." you hummed, pausing as alessia finally put her phone face-down on her chest, now fully invested despite herself.

"you're weird," alessia informed you fondly, a smile on her lips as you ignored her comment completely.

"okay," you continued. "so if you were really, really hungry... and you walked past a strawberry field... would you take one?"

alessia frowned slightly, genuinely considering the question you had just asked her. "i mean..." she murmured slowly, eyes flicking up toward the ceiling as she thought about it properly. "probably?"

your eyebrows lifted immediately. "probably?" a smile tugged at the corners of alessia mouth at the immediate suspicion in your tone.

"if i was starving, yeah," alessia confirmed, glancing back down at her girlfriend carefully like she was already trying to figure out where this was going.

you only nodded slowly, suspiciously calm. "and you'd just eat it?"

"well yeah."

"you wouldn't wash it first?"

alessia let out a soft laugh, the sound vibrating underneath where you were laying against her. alessia looked genuinely amused now.

"if i'm hungry enough to steal strawberries from a random field," alessia said, grinning slightly, "i don't think hygiene's my top priority."

you bit the inside of your cheek hard to stop yourself smiling. the fact alessia was answering every question so earnestly was making this infinitely funnier.

"okay," you said carefully, like you were building toward something very serious. "what if there was a fence?"

alessia's eyes narrowed instantly. "there it is."

"there what is?"

"the weird part."

you gasped in mock offence. "its not weird."

"you're asking increasingly concerning questions about fruit theft. what have you done?"

you shifted slightly so you could properly look up at her, folding her arms over alessia's stomach dramatically. "i haven't done anything? answer the question"

alessia rolled her eyes toward the ceiling before looking back down at you with exaggerated patience. "if there was a fence," alessia said slowly, "i'd probably just climb over it."

your mouth fell open. "so easily?"

"what?"

"you'd just break into someone's strawberry field?"

alessia burst into laughter then, head tipping back slightly against the pillows. you could physically feel the shake of it underneath your cheek.

"you're acting like I'm planning a heist."

"you basically are."

"its one strawberry!"

"one strawberry quickly becomes two strawberries, lessi." alessia laughed harder at that, one hand instinctively rubbing up and down your back as if she couldn't help touching you even while laughing at you.

"oh my god."

you propped your chin back on alessia's chest, staring up at her with narrowed eyes. "you have to answer seriously."

"i am answering seriously!"

"no you're not."

"yes i am."

you continued staring at her silently. alessia sighed dramatically. "fine," alessia muttered. "maybe i'd just take the strawberries near the edge instead."

you looked genuinely horrified now. "so now you're finding loopholes?"

"you're the one creating impossible strawberry scenarios!" you dissolved into quiet giggles for a second, your forehead pressing briefly against alessia's shoulder while you tried to compose herself.

alessia looked down at you fondly despite herself, lips twitching. she loved this. loved how weird you got when you were tired. loved the randomness of it all. loved the way you committed entirely to stupid jokes like this.

"okay," you continued eventually, lifting your head again. "what if the farmer catches you?"

alessia thought for a moment, lips pursing slightly. "i'd apologise?"

"that's it?"

"what else am I supposed to do? run?” alessia snorted. "no! i'd say sorry, probably offer to pay for them or replace them or something."

you nodded thoughtfully like this was all extremely important information. "but..." you continued slowly, "if the farmer left... and you were still hungry... would you go back?"

alessia stared at you now. actually stared at her. "babe."

"what?"

"you are definitely setting me up."

you blinked innocently. "no, i'm literally just asking."

"you're terrifying."

you reached up and poked her cheek. "answer."

alessia groaned loudly, dragging a hand down her face. "if i already had a whole basket," she said carefully, "then what difference would going back make?"

your eyebrows shot up instantly. "a whole basket?"

alessia froze. the immediate regret on her face made you nearly lose it completely. "oh no," alessia whispered.

"a whole basket?" you repeated, sitting up slightly now, eyes wide with fake betrayal.

"you manipulated me!"

you were grinning so hard your cheeks hurt. "and how would you feel," you asked, voice suddenly suspiciously calm, "if you got away with the whole basket?"

alessia snorted as if the answer wasn't obvious, "happy? not hungry anymore?" you nodded once.

then you slowly turned to face her fully, expression deadly serious despite the laughter dancing in your eyes. "funny thing is," she said quietly, "i'm the farmer."

alessia blinked at you. "...what? your a footballer love?"

"and the strawberries are other women."

silence, complete silence. alessia stared at you like her brain had physically stopped functioning.

"what are you talking about?"

"you said you'd climb fences for strawberries."

"FOR FOOD." alessia quipped back quickly, you completely disregarding her words.

"the fence is our relationship." alessia's jaw dropped. "y/n!"

"you said you'd go back even after getting caught."

"because i was hungry!"

"for other women."

"for strawberries!"

you crossed your arms and turned away dramatically, lips twitching as you fought not to laugh too early. "so you admit it."

alessia stared up at the ceiling like she was asking the universe for strength. "i cannot believe this is happening."

you sniffed sadly. "i thought what we had was special."

alessia made the most offended noise you had ever heard before suddenly grabbing you around the waist and dragging you backwards against her chest.

"y/n l/n."

you burst into laughter immediately at the serious use of your full name. alessia tightened her arms around you stubbornly anyway, chin dropping onto your shoulder.

"i would never cheat on you," alessia said firmly, though there was already helpless amusement creeping back into her voice. "ever."

the sincerity underneath it softened you instantly. your smile turned smaller, warmer. "i know," you admitted quietly.

alessia huffed against your hair. "good."

you stayed quiet for about three seconds before ruining the moment. "but the strawberries—"

"the strawberries are fake."

you giggled again. "you're ridiculous," alessia mumbled, burying her face into your shoulder. "actually ridiculous."

you turned slightly in her arms, just enough to see alessia properly. even after all the dramatics, alessia was still looking at her with sleepy fondness, hair messy against the pillows, eyes soft around the edges.

"you really got defensive there," you teased gently.

"because you accused me of emotionally cheating via fruit analogy!" you laughed so hard you nearly rolled off the bed.

alessia immediately grabbed you tighter before you could. "don't laugh at my trauma."

"oh my god."

"i mean it," alessia continued, muffled slightly by the duvet as she pulled it dramatically over both your heads. "i've just been psychologically attacked in my own home."

you were still giggling underneath the covers. "you said you'd jump the fence."

"you said i was starving!"

"you said you'd take a whole basket!"

alessia groaned loudly. "i'm never answering your silly tiktok questions again."

your laughter softened into quieter giggles as you settled back against her properly this time, alessia's arms still wrapped tightly around your waist underneath the duvet.

the room fell comfortably quiet after that. just rain against the windows. your breathing.

the occasional rustle of blankets as alessia absentmindedly traced shapes against your stomach.

then, after a moment, alessia spoke again — quieter this time. "for the record..."

you tilted your head slightly.

alessia looked at you for a second before leaning forward to press a soft kiss against the corner of your mouth. "i don't want anyone else's strawberries."

you felt warmth spread immediately across your face, helpless and sudden. "no?" you asked softly.

alessia shook her head, smiling sleepily now. "i already have my favourite one."

you groaned instantly, hiding your face against alessia's shoulder. "that was disgustingly smooth."

alessia grinned into your hair. "i know."

"you definitely practiced that."

"nope, natural talent" alessia murmured smugly as you hummed teasingly, "you still love me"

you pretended to think about it.

alessia gasped dramatically and immediately started peppering kisses all over your face until you were squealing and trying to shove her away through laughter.

"possessive," you accused breathlessly.

"protective," alessia corrected quickly.

"over your strawberries?"

alessia grinned against her cheek. "exactly, over my strawberry."

[enwoso]

there’s something about girlypop atm.. i think it’s the hair-

creds to @/woso.recents on tt

[enwoso]

all these arsenal departures- my god. in one week too. i’ll admit i’ve shed a tear. the katie one really caught me off guard-

i know lovie is somewhere really upset and confused as to why her aunties are leaving..

[ilovealessiarusso]

this woman wow 😛😍

[enwoso]

not lessi and reader swapping shorts like lucy and ona 😭😭😭

it was based on that..🫣🫣🫣

[enwoso]

short swap | alessia russo x spanish!reader

just a quick heads up; any spanish in this i have used google translate (sorry😞), few suggestive comments, also included aggie in this but ik she not been in the squad this time around but let’s pretend she was:), tad bit of jealous lessi and i think that’s it..

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the roar at wembley hadn't quite settled yet. even as the final whistle faded and players began drifting into handshakes, hugs and post match routines. the energy lingered, charged, electric and unfinished.

england versus spain always carried that edge now. history. rivalry. a match where nobody could really tell who was gonna be the winner until the 90 minutes were up. the match something a little more personal for some.

alessia stood with her hands on her hips, chest rising and falling, trying to slow her breathing. england had won. hard fought. frustrating in places, a scrappy goal, good chances in other areas.

but her eyes, predictably weren't on the scoreboard. they were on you. spain's number 3.

the two of you had always sort of known each other, mutual friends on social media before the two of you had ever properly met. youth camps, international tournaments, campaigns and passing mentions from teammates.

alessia with england, you with spain. the kind of familiarity where a name rings a bell, a face feels vaguely recognisable but you've never actually shared a conversation. just two players orbiting the same world, crossing paths without ever colliding.

until the one night in london, a mutual friend by the name of niamh charles finally closed the distance and you were introduced to the blonde properly. it was meant to be casual but the music was loud and the people milling everywhere.

but alessia barely noticed any of it once you started talking. there was something disarming about you, the easy confidence and the spanish twang of your accent when you spoke even though you've been in england for the past five years, that and the way you held eye contact just a second too long.

alessia had laughed more than she meant to, stayed closer than she planned to and by the end of the night, when you leaned in with that same quiet charm and said something in spanish that alessia didn't understand but somehow could feel, alessia then knew she was in trouble.

the rest, as it turned out, didn't take long at all. now nearly two years later your both happily living together and still in the same little love bubble.

but now across the pitch though you were still in spain red, hair slightly damp and pushed back in a bun, laughing at something one of your teammates had said. you looked annoyingly unaffected like you hadn't just played ninety minutes under wembley lights.

alessia huffed quietly to herself as she watched from afar walking along the pitch with lotte and georgia. but before she could make her move though she watched as you wandered towards a couple of the england girl more specifically some of the chelsea girls.

alessia's brows pulled together slightly, watching as you effortlessly spoke with aggie, lauren and lucy.

aggie of all people grinned when she saw you wandering over, already tugging at the hem of her shirt. there was a quick exchange, words which alessia couldn't hear and then just like that they swapped.

you handed over your spain shirt, aggie handed over england's. and while alessia shouldn't really be this upset about a silly spain shirt which she knew there was a draw filled of your spanish shirts back at home there was still something underlying in her chest as she watched the interaction.

—

"alessia.”

her name had barely settled in the tunnel before aggie appeared at her side, all bright-eyed mischief and barely-contained excitement, like she’d been waiting for this exact moment.

there was something slung over her shoulder.

red. spanish red. your shirt.

alessia’s gaze dropped immediately. no hesitation, no pretending this time, just instinct. the familiar number, the name she knew by heart even without seeing it properly… yeah. that one stung a bit.

aggie noticed. of course she did. her grin widened, sharp and playful. “you look like you’ve just lost something.”

alessia blinked, straightening slightly, forcing her expression into something neutral. casual. completely unaffected. “no i haven’t,” alessia said quickly. too quickly.

aggie hummed, unconvinced, shifting the shirt so it hung a little more obviously between them. she smoothed a hand over the fabric like she was handling something precious, which, to be fair, she probably thought she was.

“shame, though,” aggie said lightly. “thought you might’ve wanted it.”

alessia let out a scoff, turning away with a dismissive shake of her head, like it didn’t matter in the slightest. like she hadn’t clocked it immediately. like her chest hadn’t done that annoying little thing the second she saw it.

“you swapped,” alessia shrugged. “that’s your problem.”

behind her, aggie let out a soft laugh fond, not mocking. there was no real bite to it, just the kind of teasing that came from knowing exactly what buttons to press.

“yeah, i did,” aggie said, stepping around so she was back in alessia’s line of sight again, still holding the shirt.

“cause she’s,, well… her.” she shrugged, a little sheepish but still grinning, alessia knew how much she appreciated your game as a footballer even if you didn’t play in the same position. “but of a full-circle moment, innit? chelsea and all that.”

that softened it. just slightly.

alessia’s eyes flicked back to the shirt despite herself, then up to aggie. “you’re such a fan.”

“massive,” aggie said, not even pretending otherwise. “always have been. she’s cool”

there was a beat. then her grin turned wicked again. pest mode was back. “but also,” she added, tilting her head, “thought it’d be funny.”

alessia narrowed her eyes immediately. “funny how?”

aggie lifted the shirt again, giving it a little swing. “dunno… just… taking my teammate’s girlfriend’s shirt right in front of her.

alessia couldn’t help it she let out a short laugh, shaking her head. “you’re a nightmare.”

“and you’re jealous,” aggie shot back, far too quickly.

“i am not.”

“you are a bit.”

“i’m not,” alessia repeated, though there was less conviction in it now, her eyes betraying her as they flicked back to the shirt again.

aggie’s expression softened just a touch still teasing, still playful, but warmer now. she bumped her shoulder lightly against alessia.

“y/n was asking about you, by the way,” aggie said, almost as an afterthought.

that landed. alessia’s head turned back sharply. “what?”

aggie grinned again, clearly pleased with herself. “relax. not in a ‘i’m stealing your girlfriend’ way,” she added quickly, laughing. “more like… making sure you weren’t sulking somewhere.”

alessia rolled her eyes, but there was a small, involuntary smile tugging at her lips now. “i don’t sulk.”

“course you don’t,” aggie said, completely unconvinced.

she patted alessia shoulder, already starting to back away down the tunnel. “don’t worry, i’ll look after it.”

alessia watched her go, arms folding across her chest, jaw tightening just slightly.

because yeah she got it. aggie admired you. looked up to you. same club, same badge, same dressing room most weeks. of course she’d want your shirt.

didn’t mean alessia had to like it.

she exhaled sharply through her nose, glancing down the tunnel again.

two steps. three.

—

the tunnel had settled into that strange in-between state. no longer the chaos of full-time, but not quiet enough to disappear into.

staff from both teams drifted past with a post match buzz and headsets, a few players lingered in clusters still chatting on, laughter echoing faintly off the concrete. somewhere further down, cameras were being set and the low hum of media chatter building again.

and yet alessia spotted you instantly. like her eyes had been looking for you before she’d even realised it.

you were leaning back against the wall, one shoulder pressed to the cool concrete, mid-conversation with one of the spanish staff. relaxed. focused. completely at ease in a way that made something in Alessia’s chest tug.

you hadn’t seen her yet.

alessia slowed without meaning to completely forgetting what she had left the england changing room for.

she could go over. she should go over.

but instead, alessia hovered off to the side, thumb dragging aimlessly over her phone screen, not actually reading anything. every few seconds, her gaze flicked back up quick, almost guilty glances, like she might get caught staring.

waiting. and it took longer than she liked.

long enough for her to start overthinking it. long enough for alessia to consider just leaving it, catching you later on a blurry screen and sleep eyes, pretending she hadn’t been—

then you shifted. conversation done, body turning slightly as if to head further down the tunnel back to the away end of wembley.

alessia didn’t think. she just moved. fast.

closing the distance in a few quick strides, alessia reached you before you’d taken more than a step her hand slipping instinctively around your waist, fingers pressing in just enough to anchor you as she tugged you sideways.

out of the flow of people. into a quieter pocket between stacked equipment cases and a wide concrete pillar, tucked just enough out of sight.

you startled, just for a second, your body tensing under her touch before recognition settled. “what on—oh, lessi.”

“hi,” alessia said, a little breathless from the sudden movement, a little pout still lingering in her tone.

her arms stayed where they were. wrapped loosely but deliberately around your waist, hands resting warm against your sides, thumbs absentmindedly brushing small, slow arcs through the fabric of your under shirt.

you blinked at her, then smiled soft, immediate, like it was automatic whenever you looked at her. “hi.”

there was a beat.

neither of you moved away.

alessia didn’t loosen her hold instead, if anything, her grip shifted slightly, fingertips pressing a fraction firmer, like she was grounding herself in you.

“…you swapped shirts,” alessia said, attempting casual and missing it entirely.

your lips twitched. “i did.”

“with aggie.”

“mhm.”

alessia’s eyes narrowed just a touch, trying to look annoyed but the way she leaned in closer, the way her fingers curled slightly into your sides, gave her away completely.

“didn’t even look for me.”

“i did look for you,” you said gently, tilting your head, your hands coming up instinctively to rest at her hips. not grabbing just settling there, familiar, like they belonged.

“you were busy.”

“i was not.”

“you were talking with Lotte.”

“i wasn’t for—” alessia cut herself off, exhaling sharply, her grip tightening for a second before easing again. “that’s not the point.”

your smile widened, fond and just a little bit teasing. “no?”

“no.” alessia muttered, stepping that tiny bit closer without thinking, until there was barely any space left between you. “i wanted it.”

“what? the shirt?”

“yes, the shirt.”

you hummed, like you were considering it deeply, even as your thumbs started to move slow, absent strokes along the sides of her hips, tracing the fabric there, grounding and warm.

“un poco posesivo de tu parte…” you murmured softly. (“a little possessive of you”)

alessia blinked, immediately suspicious. “what?”

you just smiled, all innocence, your fingers slipping a fraction further under the hem of her shirt barely there, just enough for your fingertips to brush warm skin.

“nothing, te amo.”

her frown deepened, though she didn’t move your hands away. “no.. what did you just say?”

“mhm?” you tilted your head, feigning confusion. “i said it’s unfortunate.”

“you did not say that,” alessia shot back instantly. you bit back a grin. “maybe you should learn spanish.”

“or maybe you should speak english.”

“¿dónde está la diversión en eso?” you teased, your voice softer now, your hands settling more securely at her waist, thumbs pressing gentle, rhythmic circles against her skin. (“where’s the fun in that?”)

alessia stared at you blankly for a second, then sighed, her forehead tipping briefly toward yours. “…i don’t know what that means either.”

“that sounds like a you problem,” you said lightly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips.

quick. but warm.

your hands tightened slightly at her waist as you did, anchoring her there, like you didn’t want her slipping away anytime soon.

alessia rolled her eyes, but there was a smile tugging at her mouth now, her hands shifting one sliding from your side up along your back, fingers curling lightly into your shirt.

“you’re annoying.”

“y todavía me amas,” you murmured, leaning in closer, your nose brushing hers. (“and you still love me,”)

alessia squinted at you, suspicious. “that better not be something cocky.” your grin gave you away instantly. “y/n.”

“what?” you laughed quietly. “you don’t even know what i said.”

“that’s the problem!” your expression softened just a touch at that something gentler slipping in. you leaned in again, this time slower. a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

then another proper kiss this time, lingering just long enough for her to melt into it slightly, her grip on you tightening in response.

her thumb brushed unconsciously along your side as she pulled you a fraction closer.

“…that doesn’t replace it,” alessia murmured when you pulled back, though her voice had lost all bite it previously had.

“mh,” you hummed, lips trailing lightly along her jaw, just beneath her ear. “no?”

“no.”

“qué pena…” you whispered against her skin. (“what a shame…”)

alessia let out a quiet, frustrated sound, her head tipping back just slightly before she caught herself. “stop doing that.”

“doing what?”

“speaking spanish when you know i don’t understand.” you pulled back just enough to look at her, your hands still steady on her waist, thumbs brushing slow, absent patterns.

“i can translate, my love.”

“then translate.”

you considered her for a moment, eyes flicking between hers, then shook your head slightly, a teasing smile returning.

“mhm… just that i love my girlfriend.”

alessia let out a disbelieving laugh, shaking her head, her hand pressing lightly against your shoulder. “you’re unbelievable.”

“and you’re still pouting.”

“i am not.”

you lifted a hand, thumb brushing gently over her lower lip, soft and deliberate. “you are.”

alessia huffed but didn’t pull away. her fingers tightened slightly in your shirt instead. “…i still wanted your shirt,” she admitted quietly.

that softened you completely. “okay,” you said, voice gentler now. “next time, in the reverse fixture. your the first person i find.”

alessia searched your face for a second, like she was weighing it. “…promise?”

“pinky promise.”

there was a small pause.then your smile shifted mischief creeping back in.

“but…”

alessia narrowed her eyes immediately. “what.”

“we can swap something else.”

alessia blinked, still a little dazed. “like what?”

you shrugged lightly, like it was obvious, your hands giving her waist a small, playful squeeze. “shorts?”

alessia froze. “…what?”

“my shorts,” you repeated casually. “you can have them.” she stared at you, completely thrown.

“in the tunnel?” alessia hissed, glancing instinctively over her shoulder, her hand flattening briefly against your side like she might physically keep you in place. “are you serious?”

you grinned. “what? it’s efficient.”

“there are people here.”

“they’re busy.”

“and there are cameras here.”

“not right here,” you murmured, leaning in again, your lips brushing just beneath her ear, your fingers pressing a little firmer into her waist as you held her there.

“and besides…”

your voice dropped, softer now. “en casa puedes verme sin nada cuando quieras…” (“at home you can see me without anything whenever you want...")

alessia went completely still. her hands stilled on you, grip tightening just slightly. “…i don’t—” she started, then stopped, she didn’t know what you had said but she had a feeling it wasn’t exactly family friendly as her eyes widened a fraction. “wait.”

you pulled back just enough to see her face, clearly enjoying yourself far too much.

“that sounded suspicious.”

“you think?”

“yeah,” alessia said immediately. “translate it.” you just smiled. “y/n.”

“hmm?”

“translate it.”

“no.”

alessia gasped quietly, shoving at your shoulder, though she didn’t actually create any distance. “you’re actually the worst.”

you laughed under your breath. “you’ll survive.”

alessia glanced around again, lowering her voice, but her hands had crept higher now one settling more firmly at your back, pulling you just that little bit closer again. “you cannot just say things like that when there are people around.”

“why?” you said lightly. “you don’t even know what I said.”

“i know you and i know that tone.”

you grinned. “ok fair.”

alessia shook her head, but she didn’t let go if anything, she leaned in closer, her forehead brushing yours for a second.

“…later,” you muttered. your expression softened again, all teasing slipping away just for her.

“later,” she agreed.

then, quieter, right against her lips “te lo traduzco después.” (“I'll translate it for you later.")

alessia exhaled softly, something between exasperation and a smile.“you’re unbelievable.”

“and you love it when i in talk spanish.”

alessia didn’t even try to argue cause it was true even if she had no idea what it was you were saying the accent, the confidence that radiated you when you spoke in spanish made her melt.

so instead, alessia pulled you in properly this time one hand firm at your back, the other still at your side as she kissed you again.

quick. warm. familiar in a way that made the rest of the tunnel fade out for just a second.

the kiss lingered just a second longer than it probably should have soft, warm, grounding in a way that made everything else blur out for a moment.

alessia’s hand stayed firm at your back, fingers curled slightly into the fabric like she didn’t quite want to let go yet. your thumb brushed once more along her side, slow and absent, before you finally pulled back just enough to breathe, just enough to look at her.

alessia was smiling now. not the pouty, jealous one from before something softer, a little quieter, like she’d settled again.

“you’re trouble,” alessia murmured, though there was no real complaint behind it.

“and you love it,” you replied easily.

alessia huffed a small laugh, eyes flicking down briefly to your lips before back up again, like she was considering going back in.

and she probably would have—

“LESS!” the shout echoed down the tunnel, cutting straight through the moment. taylor.

alessia froze. you didn’t even try to hide your grin.

a second voice followed, louder, more dramatic. the one and only ella toone. “i swear to god, if you’re still loitering! you’re literally the last one left!”

alessia squeezed her eyes shut for half a second, her forehead dropping lightly against yours in defeat. “..unbelievable,” alessia muttered.

you laughed softly, your hands sliding from her waist but not completely letting go fingers still hooked loosely at her sides like you were reluctant too.

“go,” you said gently, nudging her slightly. “before they come looking.”

“they already are,” alessia mumbled, though she didn’t move straight away. her hands lingered one brushing down your arm, slow and absent, like she was memorising the feeling. the other gave your waist one last small squeeze.

another shout from down the tunnel— “LESS!”

this one followed by a chorus of exaggerated groans.

“COMING!” alessia called back, finally pulling away but only just.

she took a step back, then another… then paused, looking at you again like she’d forgotten something important. “you better keep that promise,” alessia said, pointing lightly at you.

you tilted your head, all innocence. “what one?”

alessia narrowed her eyes, though her smile gave her away. “don’t start.”

you laughed, stepping back yourself now. “go shower, lessi.”

alessia rolled her eyes, but there was that softness again as she leaned in quickly stealing one last kiss, fast and fleeting, like a secret. “…later,” alessia murmured against your lips.

“later,” you echoed.

then she was gone jogging back into the noise of the tunnel, getting an immediate round of teasing the second she rejoined her teammates.

you watched her for a second longer than necessary, a quiet smile settling in.

yep. worth the wait

[enwoso]

who? y/n’s girlfriend | alessia russo

this was such a random idea that popped into my head, it doesn’t flow as well as i wanted it to but🤷

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you didn't know exactly when it shifted.

one minute you'd just been there watching your girlfriend of just over six months play football. just another face in the crowd, tucked into the stands with a coffee warming your hands enjoying the football in front of your eyes.

your girlfriend, alessia, name on the back of your shirt and then the next the people were recognising you before they even recognised the players walking past,

it was subtle at first. a double take here. a whisper there.

then-

"y/n? oh my god, hi.. can i get a photo please?"

you blinked at the young girl, startled, instinctively glancing over your shoulder like they must be talking to someone else. but no, the young girls' phones was already halfway raised with a hopeful smile waiting.

"yeah.. yeah, of course," you said, a little shy as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, stepping forwards a little. you were kind of unsure what to do. you'd watched alessia have hundred of times be stopped by people for photos but never yourself.

it should've felt strange and it did the first couple of times it happened. but the thing was, people weren't treating you like a celebrity. they were treating you like... part of it. like you belonged.

—

match days were sacred. they always had been.

you had your routine down to muscle memory at this point: same coffee order, same walk toward the stadium, same seat as you sat in the box with alessia's family with the same quiet buzz settling in your chest as the floodlights came into view.

but there was always a moment, the moment, that made everything else fade.

warm-ups. because that's when alessia would come out.

and without fail, without hesitation, her eyes would lift straight to the stands. straight to you.

it didn't matter how many people were there. whether she was playing in wembley or meadow park, how loud it was, how chaotic, how overwhelming. alessia always found you.

and every single time, you felt it. that tiny, invisible thread pulling between the two of you.

sometimes alessia would give a little wave, subtle and quick. sometimes it was just a look, soft and grounding but enough to say 'i see you'.

and you would smile back, heart already full before the match had even started.

—

the internet, however, had other ideas. it started with edits. then tweets. then entire compilations.

you reacting to goals. you clapping from the stands. you wrapped in an oversized jacket which people knew deep down would be alessia's, cheeks pink from the cold, eyes never leaning the pitch.

people noticed the way you watched alessia. watched her like nothing else existed.

'the way y/n looks at alessia... yeah, that's love.'

'i don't even watch football anymore, i just watch y/n watching football.'

and then, the joke. the one that refused to die and was commented on every one of alessia's posts.

'alessia russo? oh you mean y/n's girlfriend?"

'y/n's girlfriend is playing good atm!'

you discovered that one lying across alessia's chest one evening. alessia sprawled across the couch half watching the tv, half watching you scroll through your phone as you sat between her legs.

you let out a soft snort, reading all the different versions of the comment. alessia glanced down immediately, fingers absentmindedly playing with the hem of your sleeve, "what?"

you tilted the phone slightly so alessia could see a little better. then there was a pause, she was reading them. "..that's rude-"

you grinned, shifting so your chin rested properly against alessia's shoulder, "i think it's quite accurate, personally."

"of course you do," alessia huffed, while trying and failing to not smile, "i'm the one who scores the goals for a living."

"and yet," you say start teasingly, eyes sparkling before kissing the corner of her mouth, "you're still only just my girlfriend."

alessia shook her head, but her hand slip up, fingers curling gently at the back of your neck, tugging you just a little closer.

"unbelievable," she murmured but her voice had softened, fond in a way that gave her away completely.

you just tilted your head, brushing a slow kiss along her jaw. "jealous?"

alessia didn't even hesitate. "mhm a little bit."that earned you a quiet laugh, warm and soft, the kind that lingered between them. "you're ridiculous," you whispered.

"yeah, maybe," alessia said, turning her head just enough to catch your lips lightly. "but i'm your ridiculous."

the words barely had time to settle before you kissed her properly this time. deeper, slower. it wasn't rushed or teasing anymore, but something steadier, more certain.

alessia leaned into it instantly, her grip tightening at the back of your neck as she pulled you closer, like she couldn't quite get enough.

you hummed softly against her lips, one hand sliding to alessia's waist, anchoring her there as the kiss lingered—unhurried, warm, familiar in the way only they were.

when the two of you finally pulled back, it wasn't by much. your foreheads brushed, breaths mingling, both of them smiling in that quiet, content way.

"still only just your girlfriend, yeah?" alessia murmured, voice softer now.

you smiled, nudging your nose gently against hers. "for now."

—

after matches, you never rushed off. you waited. always. no matter the weather, rain or shine. you'd wait. even as fans started to recognise you more, gathering near the barriers with hopeful smiles, you'd still wait.

'y/n! could we—just one picture? please!'

'y/n, you looked so nervous during that last corner—'

"oh i wasn't nervous," you'd laugh, even though you absolutely had been. you never said no.

even when it got overwhelming. even when there were more people than you expected. you stayed soft, patient, present—like you couldn't quite believe anyone wanted a piece of your time in the first place.

but the whole time, your eyes flicked back to the tunnel. waiting. looking.

alessia noticed that too. of course she did. she noticed everything about you.

the way you shifted your weight when you were tired. the way you smiled a little too politely when you didn't want to disappoint anyone. the way your fingers curled into the sleeves of whatever you were wearing when the crowd got a little too loud.

so she made it a habit.

no matter what; win, lose, exhausted, buzzing.. she went to you first.

the first time it properly clicked for everyone was after a late winner.

the stadium was still roaring, teammates pulling alessia in every direction but she broke away, scanning the stands with a kind of urgency that didn't go unnoticed.

and then. there. you. hands over her mouth, eyes shining, already halfway leaning over the barrier of meadow park.

alessia didn't slow down. didn't hesitate. she jogged straight over, grin breaking across her face in a way that cameras definitely caught, reaching up to take your hands for just a second.

just long enough.

"you saw that?" alessia laughed, breathless. you shook your head, smiling like you couldn't quite believe it either. "such a show off."

alessia squeezed your fingers. "only for you love."

and then she was gone again pulled back into the chaos but the moment stuck. online, it exploded.

'she scored and immediately went to y/n... yeah i'm unwell.'

'no because why is that so intimate???'

'y/n isn't just a WAG, that's her PERSON.'

'alessia russo: professional footballer, part-time y/n enthusiast.'

later that night, you were curled into alessia's side again, legs tangled, the quiet of your flat wrapping around the two of you.

alessia was scrolling, frowning slightly. you peeked over slightly. "what now?"

"...they've made another edit."

"let me guess," you said, already smiling, ready to joke on. "i'm the main character again."

alessia turned the phone toward you. it was a compilation—you in the stands, you laughing, you reaching out for alessia, all set to soft music.

and right at the end: alessia, looking up at you like you hung the stars. your smile faded into something softer.

"oh."

alessia locked her phone and tossed it aside like it suddenly didn't matter anymore."they don't get it," alessia said quietly.

you frowned slightly. "get what?"

alessia shifted, propping herself up on her elbow, her free hand brushing gently along your cheek. slow, deliberate, like she was memorising you all over again.

"that it's not..." alessia hesitated, searching for the right words. "it's not just you supporting me." your expression softened as you listened to the way she spoke.

"it's you," alessia continued, voice low, steady. "it's always been you. before the noise, before any of this. you show up every single time like it's the most important thing in the world."

you swallowed slightly, her hand coming up to rest over alessia's wrist. "because it is," you said softly.

something in alessia's expression cracked. just a little, just enough to let the affection spill through completely unguarded.

"no one," alessia murmured, leaning in until their foreheads touched, "no one takes top fan from me, yeah?"

you smiled, breath warm where it mingled with hers. "bit possessive, no?"

"very," alessia admitted with a slight smirk. and then she kissed you. not rushed. not playful. just slow, warm, certain like something steady and unshakeable.

you melted into it almost instantly, your hand coming up to rest lightly against alessia's jaw, thumb brushing there in a soft, absent rhythm.

alessia leaned closer without thinking, deepening it just slightly, her other hand sliding from your neck to your shoulder, holding you there like she didn't plan on letting go any time soon.

it was the kind of kiss that lingered. no urgency, no need to prove anything. just the quiet reassurance, built in the way your lips moved together, familiar and easy. you tilted your head, chasing it when alessia shifted slightly, a quiet hum slipping between you both as you smiled into the kiss.

alessia felt it, of course. she always did and it made her soften even more, if that was possible. her thumb traced small, absent patterns against your hip, grounding herself in the moment, in you.

when you both finally pulled back, it was barely an inch close enough that your noses brushed, breaths still shared.

alessia didn't say anything straight away. she just looked at you, eyes softer than before, like the kiss had said everything she'd meant to.

you smiled first, quieter now. “i love you” alessia huffed a small laugh, nudging their noses together again. “i love you so much more."

—

the next match, same routine. same glance up to the stands. same smile. but this time, when alessia scored. she didn’t do her usual jump in the air and then run straight to her teammates.

she tapped the badge on her chest, then pointed straight at you.

clear and intentional. yours.

obviously later on, post match, the internet went wild again.

"y/n’s girlfriend strikes again." plastered across the caption of fan page posting about alessia’s goal

alessia reposted it to her main story, this time with a small photo in the corner which no one else but her had, a sweet photo of you mid-laugh, slightly blurred but completely perfect.

writing a small note underneath it, ‘always her person’

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