Female Futbol Imagines

Barca, Gunners, and Liverpool fanatic | 27 | Aus 🇦🇺 | ✨Requests open ✨

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I hope you find what you're looking for! If not, send me a request and i'll write it for you :)

💫 Who I write for

⭐️ Leah Williamson 📍Arsenal / England 💬 Fics: TV, Misunderstanding (TV pt 2), My queen, Secret bows (my queen pt 2), "That's your wife!", prohibited touches, new year, new beginnings, winning hearts,

⭐️ Alessia Russo 📍Arsenal / England 💬 Fics: surprises, "come to bed", her name, more than anything, the soft side of grumpy, friendship bracelets

⭐️ Steph Catley 📍Arsenal / Matildas 💬 Fics: "we'll be okay", a wedding to remember, red cards to red hearts, ticket to you, no more secrets

⭐️ Kyra Cooney-Cross 📍Arsenal / Matildas 💬 Fics: café crushes, hurt doesn't explain it,

⭐️ Beth Mead 📍Arsenal / England 💬 Fics: My Girls

⭐️ Mapi Leon 📍F.C Barcelona 💬 Fics: zone breaker, chinese fortune, tillie teasing,

⭐️ Alexia Putellas 📍F.C Barcelona / Spain 💬 Fics: i need you, secret lover, communication issues, safe and sound, semi final surprises, captain's little sister, not in this lifetime,

⭐️ Niamh Charles 📍Chelsea / Lionesses 💬 Fics: welcome home soldier

⭐️ Millie Bright 📍Chelsea / Lionesses 💬 Fics: open your eyes, always be there,

⭐️ Sam Kerr 📍Chelsea / Matildas 💬 Fics: kisses , failed,

⭐️ Lucy Bronze 📍Chelsea / Lionesses 💬 Fics: one less lonely girl, one day,

⭐️ Viv Miedema 📍Manchester City / Netherlands 💬 Fics: "you are very welcome to do so"

⭐️ Alanna Kennedy 📍London City Lionesses / Matildas 💬 Fics: the one,

⭐️ Hayley Raso 📍Eintracht Frankfurt / Matildas 💬 Fics: Aussie love

⭐️ Mackenzie Arnold 📍Portland Thorns / Matildas 💬 Fics: yellow

⭐️ Katrina Gorry 📍West Ham United / Matildas 💬 Fics: unexpected meetings, baby #2, time (baby #2 part 2), name changes, christmas miracle,

⭐️ Alex Morgan 📍Retired 💬 Fics: "she's my daughter too!"

⭐️ Tobin Heath 📍Retired 💬 Fics: the end is near

[moonlight-alexia]

fhdjdks okay hear me out but this outfit…this pose…but teasing you with the strap harness peaking out…

[kodzevil]

getting called “my pretty baby” by a woman right now would actually save my life

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Finally figured out how to make a header. Although it looks slightly big, I will keep testing!

Hope you all enjoy this fic!

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Friendship bracelets - Alessia Russo x reader

Who needs an alarm clock when you have a 3 year old to bounce on you and wake you up. You reluctantly groan and open your eyes to see crazy curls and a floppy teddy crowding your vision. Your daughter Grace smiles and flops next to you, immediately cuddling into you like it’ll stop time or even slow it down.

“We see Lessi mummy?” Grace asks with excitement.

“I think something can be arranged bub.” You reply as you kiss her head.

You both head downstairs and to your surprise, Grace wanted scrambled eggs and toast. As you’re making breakfast, your phone starts ringing and you see it’s Alessia.

“Good morning my love,” You say and Grace perks up from her spot and runs over.

“Hi baby, what are you and the munchkin up to today?” Alessia asks. You look down at Grace and put her on your hip.

“We go to park Lessi! You come?”

“I will pick you both up and we can walk together. Does that sound good?” Alessia says hopefully.

“The best Lessi! Bye!” Grace wriggles out of your arms and you take her eggs over to the table.

You keep talking to Alessia and then sit and eat with Grace who cannot stop talking about what she’s going to play with Alessia. Grace decides on a football combo would be the best outfit for the park. She wanted to wear both your and Alessia’s jerseys, so you saved a tantrum and suggested that Grace wears Alessia’s jersey and your national team shorts. Just as you tie a knot in your shoes, you hear a knock on the front door and Grace sprints her little heart out so she can see her favourite person.

“Lessi! I miss you,” Grace shouts as she jumps in Alessia’s arms. She laughs and catches Grace with ease.

“There’s my girl,” You give Alessia the look and she chuckles quietly. “Okay, one of my favourite girls.”

“That’s better.” Alessia stands up and pulls you in for a hug and quick kiss. You feel a tug on your shirt and Grace looks up at you both with a cheesy grin.

“We go now?” Grace says jumping up and down excitedly. You grab your phone and keys and Grace grabs her football before heading to the park.

Grace holds her football under her arm as she holds Alessia’s hand with the other. You trail behind to take a photo of them then jog to catch up. Once you reach the park, Grace sprints to the playground and you and Alessia sit on the bench watching your little girl in her own little world.

“She loves you, you know,”

“I never thought I’d get this. I’ve been too focused on football to even think about my future, but I can see it clearly now.” You intertwine your hand with Alessia’s and lean on her shoulder.

“We have each other, that’s all we need.”

Grace comes running back to us and climbs into Alessia’s lap. You hand Grace her water bottle and she drinks almost half of it in one go. Grace leans against Alessia and looks up at her.

“Lessi make friend brace-um. Mummy what it called?” Grace asks, confused on the right words.

“Friendship bracelets bub,”

“Yeah that! Can we make that at home?” Grace asks, turning back to Alessia perched on her thighs.

Alessia’s eyes shimmered, as the golden light of the morning sun filtered through the park trees. She buried her face in Grace’s hair for a moment, before pulling back to meet Grace’s expectant gaze.

“I would love that more than anything, Gracie,” Alessia whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She looked up at you, a silent message passing between you. It was a mixture of profound gratitude and a shared realization that this, was the life you had both been building toward without even fully knowing it.

“Are we going to be bestest friends then?” Grace asked, her small fingers tracing the chain around Alessia’s neck.

“We already are,” Alessia beamed, squeezing Grace’s hand. “But a bracelet would make it official.”

The afternoon passed in a blur of laughter, kicked footballs, and Grace’s tireless energy. By the time you made the short walk back home, the excitement had begun to settle. Grace was unusually quiet, her hand firmly gripped in both yours and Alessia’s as she swung between you.

Once inside, the living room floor was quickly transformed into a craft station. You pulled out the box of beads from the hallway cupboard and within minutes, the coffee table was covered in an explosion of color.

Grace was focused with a level of intensity usually reserved for her football games, carefully threading tiny plastic stars and hearts onto a piece of elastic string. Alessia hummed a soft melody as she worked on her own creation.

“Mummy, look!” Grace held up a shaky, multicolored creation. It was a chaotic mix of neon pink, yellow, and blue, but to you, it was a masterpiece.

“It’s beautiful, bub,” you said, helping her tie the knot. Grace immediately insisted it go on Alessia’s wrist. As the elastic snapped into place, Alessia held her arm out, admiring it as if it were the most expensive jewelry in the world.

“Perfect,” Alessia murmured, turning her wrist to show you. She then reached over, picking up a smaller strand she had been working on. She leaned toward Grace and carefully fastened it around her little wrist. “A matching one for my best friend.”

Grace gasped, her eyes going wide as she wiggled her wrist to hear the beads click together. She looked from the bracelet to Alessia, and then threw her arms around Alessia’s neck.

“You know,” Alessia said softly, catching your eye over Grace’s head. “I think I could get used to being the ‘friend’ who makes jewellry on a Sunday afternoon.”

You reached out, covering her joined hands with yours. “I think you’re pretty good at it.”

Grace looked up, sensing the shift in the mood. “Lessi, you stay for dinner? We have pasta!”

Alessia laughed, that infectious sound that always made your heart skip. She looked at you, though she knew the answer before she even asked.

“Pasta sounds like the perfect ending to a perfect day,” Alessia agreed, and as she stood up to head to the kitchen with Grace leading the way.

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For headers you should reach out or check out ellieputellas! she's a fellow author and posted free headers, ideas and stuff not too long ago.

-widow

I will do that, thank you!!!

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How does one make a header for fics? If someone can point me in the right direction I’ll love you forever!!

I’ve been looking at canva and I can’t seem to find something, or is it a different app altogether 🫣

[lesbiannbat]

Opening Tumblr every morning as if it is my newspaper, but instead of being filled with news, is filled with lesbian sex

[creativepromptsforwriting]

I do not write to be the greatest writer out there. I write because...

I LIKE it

someone else might LIKE it

it is FUN to do

I get those THOUGHTS out of my head

it's fun to look BACK on

have I mentioned it's FUN?

it's CATHARTIC

it's nice to see what I CAN DO

And also because I just like it.

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Which fic to write next?

1. Friendship bracelets - Alessia Russo

Your 3 year old daughter wants to make friendship bracelets with your girlfriend.

2. Wedding fever - Leah Williamson

After attending Ella and Joe’s wedding, you have been adding to many Pinterest boards full of your dream wedding ideas then out of no where, you get engaged.

3. The last cabin - Steph Catley

During preseason camp, there’s only one cabin left and it has one bed. Do you act normal or act on your feelings?

4. Signed, B - Beth Mead

Someone starts leaving little motivational notes in your locker, only as the weeks roll on they get increasingly more flirty.

.

1. Alessia x reader

2. Leah x reader

3. Steph x reader

4. Beth x reader

Voting ended onJul 6

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Alright so it looks like Alessia and Leah tied so they will be coming out first, followed by Steph and then Beth

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Which fic to write next?

1. Friendship bracelets - Alessia Russo

Your 3 year old daughter wants to make friendship bracelets with your girlfriend.

2. Wedding fever - Leah Williamson

After attending Ella and Joe’s wedding, you have been adding to many Pinterest boards full of your dream wedding ideas then out of no where, you get engaged.

3. The last cabin - Steph Catley

During preseason camp, there’s only one cabin left and it has one bed. Do you act normal or act on your feelings?

4. Signed, B - Beth Mead

Someone starts leaving little motivational notes in your locker, only as the weeks roll on they get increasingly more flirty.

.

1. Alessia x reader

2. Leah x reader

3. Steph x reader

4. Beth x reader

Voting ended onJul 6

[enwoso]

plus 1 | alessia russo

not a request as such but just a random thought i had:)

masterlist

it was the wedding everyone had been talking about for months: ella toone’s long-awaited big day.

when the invitations had gone out, alessia had barely given you a chance to answer before asking you to be her plus one, and there had never really been any doubt that you’d say yes.

the only downside was that, once the celebrations actually began, you saw far less of your girlfriend than you’d hoped.

as maid of honour, alessia had thrown herself into the role with typical determination, spending most of the day darting between responsibilities, fixing last-minute problems, and making sure everything ran perfectly for her best friend.

so while you were technically there together, you’d spent most of the wedding catching glimpses of your blonde girlfriend across the venue rather than having her by your side.

but you’d made your own entertainment, speaking to ella’s extended family and some of alessia’s teammates and now you had survived exactly four hours of ella's wedding before realising two things.

one: weddings were far more emotional than you'd expected.

and two: alessia russo in a tailored bridesmaid dress should probably be illegal.

you were stood near the edge of the reception venue, drink forgotten in your hand, completely distracted as alessia laughed across the room with some of the other bridesmaids.

she looked ridiculous. never in a bad way but in a devastatingly good way.

her hair curled perfectly and softly away from her face, gold jewellery catching under the lights, cheeks pink from laughing too much all day.

you genuinely couldn't stop staring. next to you, one of ella's cousins who you had been in conversation with before you got distracted had noticed immediately. "you're gone for her, aren't you?"

you blinked, not hearing exactly what they had said. "hm?"

the woman grinned knowingly. "you haven't looked at anything else in twenty minutes."

you glanced back toward alessia just in time to catch alessia already looking at you too. immediate eye contact, an immediate loving smile like it was instinct now.

you felt your chest tighten helplessly. "yeah," you admitted softly, with a knowing smile. "just a bit."

the whole day had felt warm. not just because of the summer weather, the endless champagne or the fairy lights wrapped around the outdoor reception.

just... emotionally warm.

ella had teared up during the ceremony. alessia had cried during ella's vows. half the team had cried because of they were watching their good friend take the next step in life.

not that you would ever admit it aloud but you had spent most of the ceremony watching alessia instead of the actual bride. but hey, who could blame you.. that was your girl.

because every time alessia smiled at ella from beside her at the altar, you caught this tiny glimpse of what alessia would look like on her own wedding day.

and honestly? that thought alone nearly finished you off.

then came the speeches. joe's best man's was chaotic. her mum's was emotional. and alessia's...

you thought she might actually combust halfway through it. you watched her spent nights writing it and rewriting. asking her if she'd give you a sneak peek of what she had written but her claiming it was strictly off limits until the big day.

so watching alessia stand there clutching cue cards with shaky fingers trying so hard to keep composure while talking all things ella and their friendship was so refreshing.

about growing up together. about football. about friendship.

and then she got emotional halfway through. voice wobbling slightly. you watched her laugh through tears while ella cried across the room, and suddenly everyone else disappeared for a second.

but you couldn't stop thinking: "god, i want this forever."

not even with the whole fuss of a wedding necessarily. just alessia. always.

when the time came around for the reception starting and winding down properly, most people had migrated back inside to dance.

you had found yourself at the bar mostly by accident.

the dancefloor had become chaos about twenty minutes earlier after somebody convinced half the guests to attempt some awful coordinated dance routine, and you had escaped before you got dragged into it.

the venue glowed warm around her fairy lights overhead, music humming through the room, people laughing loud enough to echo off the walls.

it was nice. really nice.

"oi."

you turned just in time to see ella appearing beside you, bridal heels already abandoned, veil missing, expression completely smug but glowing like a bride should on their big day.

"the big bride," you greeted solemnly with a smile as you milled over drink options for the night.

"the exhausted bride," ella corrected. "buy me a drink, y/n!"

you snorted at her dramatics as she lay slightly on the bar. "you literally have an open bar." you pointed to the bar you both were stood at.

"exactly. open for you to buy me one."

"that's not how open bars work, els."

ella leaned more dramatically (if possible) against the counter, grinning persuasively. "i'm the bride, y/n. have a heart or i'm telling less you upset the bride"

you sighed heavily knowing ella always used alessia to your expense, as you turned like it physically pained you, "your lucky i like you. one drink then i'm bankrupt."

"that's so generous of you."

a minute later they were both leaning against the bar with drinks in hand while the reception buzzed around them.

ella looked happy. not just wedding-day happy but settled happy. the kind that sat softly in someone. you noticed it immediately.

"you alright there?" ella asked suddenly, changing the topic from her favourite songs.

you blinked. "hm?"

ella grinned into her drink. "you've looked across the room at alessia at least twelve times since we've been stood here."

you glanced over instinctively again and there she was.

alessia stood near the dancefloor with a couple of teammates, laughing at something leah was saying. her hair had started falling loose from dancing, cheeks flushed pink beneath the warm lights.

she looked beautiful. painfully beautiful.

you didn't even realise you were smiling until ella nudged her shoulder. "oh, you are down horrendous."

you laughed softly, taking a sip of your drink. "shut up."

"no seriously," ella continued, delighted. "i've known less for years and i don't think i've ever seen her look at someone the way she looks at you."

you expression softened automatically. because you knew that look. that look across crowded rooms. the instinctive searching for each other. the little unconscious smiles whenever you both caught eye contact. it still got you every time.

"she's had a long season," you said quietly after a second. "i just like seeing her happy."

ella hummed knowingly placing her drink back down on the bar. "and she's happiest with you."

you looked back toward alessia again. almost like she felt it too, alessia glanced over at that exact moment. immediate smile. immediate softening. like the entire room shifted into focus the second she spotted you. you felt your chest tighten stupidly hard.

"oh my god," ella laughed beside her, asking the bar tender for another round of drinks. "that's actually disgusting."

you rolled your eyes but couldn't stop smiling. "she's staring now too," ella informed you, passing another drink with a dainty straw placed down the side of it.

"she's always staring."

"because she's obsessed with you."

you took another sip of your original drink, trying and failing to look unaffected. "i'm aware."

ella leaned closer conspiratorially. "wanna know something funny?"

you looked at her suspiciously, brow raising slightly. unsure with what was about to come out of her mouth. “always concerning when you start a sentence like that."

"before the ceremony less was panicking because she thought you might think she looked weird." ella admitted as she had a slightly smile on face as she waited for your reaction.

you looked genuinely offended. "weird? she looks unreal."

"exactly what i said." ella grinned. "she changed earrings three times."

you burst out laughing, your head immediately imagining the scene taking place this morning having encounter it a few times yourself whenever waiting for alessia to get ready. "no she didn't"

"she absolutely did. then she asked me if the dress made her shoulders look 'too broad.'"

you nearly choked on your drink. "the woman plays professional football for a living and still worries about that?"

ella shrugged dramatically. "love makes people stupid."

you smiled helplessly at that because maybe it did. maybe love was staring across crowded rooms all night like somebody hung the stars specifically for them.

maybe it was knowing exactly where alessia was even without looking. maybe it was how your entire body relaxed whenever alessia touched her.

across the room alessia laughed again at something, head tipping back slightly. you genuinely couldn't take her eyes off her.

ella noticed immediately. "soooo.." she said smugly, dragging the word out, "when are you proposing?"

you this time nearly inhaled her drink, placing the glass down abruptly "jesus christ, tooney."

ella cackled loudly. before you could defend herself, alessia finally made her way over through the crowd, immediately stepping between your knees while she stood against the bar like second nature.

her hands settled automatically on your waist. "you two talking about me?" alessia asked suspiciously, looking more so at ella then you as you placed a quick kiss to the side of her head.

ella took one look at your completely soft expression and lost it laughing again. "oh, absolutely."

alessia shook her head, before slipping back into a conversation with the two of you as she ordered herself another drink from the bar.

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after sitting and talking with ella and alessia for a bit, they both bolted back to the dance floor when once of their songs came on, alessia pulling you over with a small pout telling you that you hadn't danced enough with her tonight.

even though you hated dancing, you let her drag you through the crowd as she swayed you around for a few songs. but once the dance floor began to die down again you managed to slip outside for some air.

the gardens behind the venue were quieter now. soft music drifted outside through the open doors while fairy lights glowed overhead

ella words of 'when are you proposing' circling your head. now because the words scared you but because it was what you wanted it and maybe this was the first realisation of what reality could be.

not that you hadn't thought about it, cause you had. maybe more than you'd like to admit but you knew alessia was the one for you.

but as you stated of into the distance, letting the cool air drift over you, sound of footsteps behind you. then alessia's arms wrapping around your waist from behind automatically making you jump a little before melting into them when you realised who it was.

"found you." she whispered as she kissed the top of your head.

you smiled immediately, leaning back into her. "you survived maid of honour duties then?"

"barely." alessia groaned dramatically against your shoulder. "i'm exhausted."

"so is this you escaping already?" you teased as you wrapped your arm around her.

"needed five minutes." she mumbled, playing with one of the bracelets on your wrist.

"five minutes away from the wedding?" you questioned as your mind replayed alessia's day just being surrounded with people having the best day ever.

alessia let out a laugh, as a breeze of air drifted past the two of you. "just minutes away from tooney and her walking on broken glass song."

"fair."

for a moment the two of you sat in comfortable silence, the muffled sound of music and laughter drifting through the venue doors behind you.

the evening air was cool against your skin. inside, the dance floor was packed. outside, it felt like the entire world had slowed down.

you glanced sideways at her, she was quiet but you could tell her mind was busy "you okay?"

"yeah." her answer came easily, but there was something softer underneath it.

she looked back towards the venue, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "its weird, isn't it?"

"what is?" you asked, looking down at her a smile still on her lips.

"ella being married." she answered, still looking ahead as if her mind was replaying all the memories from her childhood of the two growing up together.

you nodded, agreeing, "feels like five minutes ago we were all kids."

"exactly."

alessia laughed quietly. "i spent half the ceremony trying not to think about that."

"you did cry though." you pointed out, the moment replaying in your head as you tried to take your eyes off how gorgeous alessia looked in the moment.

"i was not the only one."

"you were one of the worst."

she nudged your shoulder. "i'll remember that." but you grinned. the venue doors opened briefly as someone slipped outside before disappearing again, letting a burst of music spill into the night.

alessia watched them go before looking back out across the gardens. "its nice, though."

"what is?"

"this."

you raised an eyebrow, not following. "sitting on a cold stone step?"

she rolled her eyes at your sarcasm, "no." you waited for her response to follow as alessia's smile softened. "watching your best friend marry the person she loves."

there was something thoughtful in her voice now. something almost distant. you followed her gaze back towards the glowing lights of the reception.

ella and joe were probably somewhere inside being dragged into another round of photographs or speeches or dances. the whole day had felt like one giant celebration of love.

"i know what you mean," you admitted as alessia hummed.

another few seconds passed then you smiled to yourself before turning pulling alessia in just that little bit closer and for a second neither of you spoke

you both just sat there quietly beneath the lights. alessia looked beautiful still, despite the slightly smudged makeup and tired eyes.

maybe even more beautiful now, more real.

you reached up, brushing a loose curl back behind her ear gently. "you've had a nice day?" alessia asked quietly.

you smiled. "yeah," then softer: "i think it might be one of my favourite days actually."

alessia's expression melted a little at that as she could hear the genuineness in your tone. "yeah?"

"mhm."

inside the venue someone started loudly singing terribly to the music and both of you laughed. then you glanced back toward the reception room where ella and joe were dancing surrounded by everyone they loved.

"you know," you said so casually, just saying what your brain had been thinking all day, "you'll be next."

alessia blinked, thinking she had misheard you. "...what?"

you shrugged lightly like you hadn't just changed the entire atmosphere. "you. us. wedding. eventually."

alessia stared at you for a second. actually stared like you had grown horns on top of your head for a moment.

you then suddenly realised what you'd said and laughed nervously. "okay wow that sounded way smoother in my head..."

"you want to marry me?"

you stopped talking because alessia wasn't teasing. she looked genuinely stunned. soft and hopeful. your expression gentled instantly. "well... yeah." the answer came so naturally it almost surprised you. but it was true, completely true.

alessia looked at you like you'd just handed her the entire world. "you do?"

you laughed quietly. "less, i followed you to three different countries this season and sat through approximately nine hundred ice baths. obviously i want to marry you."

alessia's eyes crinkled at the corners, all emotional again in that way she got. "you're serious?"

you cupped her face carefully. "one hundred percent serious."

for a moment alessia just looked overwhelmed then she leaned forward and kissed you. slow. certain and full of feeling. you felt alessia smiling against her mouth halfway through.

when you both finally pulled apart, alessia rested your foreheads together, laughing softly under her breath. "you can't just casually say things like that."

you grinned. "why? scared?"

"no," alessia said immediately. then quieter "just really happy."

[enwoso]

all for one day | alessia russo

by popular demand… the plus 1 universe is here:)

masterlist | plus 1

training was supposed to be the easy part of your day.

half a day where nobody asked you whether ivory and off white were actually different colours, where florists didn't email asking for final number, where venues didn't suddenly decide they were unavailable unless deposits were paid within twenty four hours.

instead, you'd somehow turned arsenal's media day into another wedding planning session for yourself

the photographer was still setting up for the next round of content, giving everyone a forty-five minute break. most of the squad had scattered, majority were making coffees while others were just chilling in the players' lounge.

you however… you were hunched over a laptop at one of tables, your phone wedged between your shoulder and ear. three colour coded notebooks open around you, tabs multiplying across your screen faster than you could close them.

"...no, i understand that's your policy..." you pinched the bridge of your nose, a huff coming from your lips. "...i'm just asking if moving the seating plan by two tables really requires an entirely new floor plan."

silence followed by another pause. you closed your eyes in frustration, "...right"

click. the call ended.

you let your forehead fall against the laptop with a soft thunk, for exactly three seconds before sitting back up.

- email.

- venue.

- spreadsheet

- guest list

- budget

- accommodation

- transport

you clicked between documents so quickly even you couldn't exactly be sure what you'd been trying to do anymore. "why isn't this saving?" you groaned, hitting the save button repeatedly.

nothing.

"...you've got to be jokin'!" you huffed the screen loading and that annoying little buffer sign spinning annoyingly, taunting you and again nothing.

"oh, come on." you whispered, the laptop had now frozen that stupid little buffer sign now sitting still in the middle of your screen.

you stared blankly at it in disbelief, "no, surely not-"

click. nothing"

"no, no don't you dare."

click. but still nothing.

your jaw clenched, your patience running thinner "you've actually got to kidding me-"

across the room, beth looked up from where she'd been arguing with alessia over a game of monopoly deal. "...is she talking to herself?"

katie glanced over, putting her cup of coffee down on the table nearby, "she's been sat there for half an hour"

leah frowned, looking over with a furrowed brow "i thought she was just editing media stuff"

"no," beth laughed, loudly. "she's deep in the wedding planning."

"still?" leah questioned as beth nodded, it being a common theme for you at the minute.

katie just looked over her shoulder, "didn't she spend four hours doing that yesterday?"

"no, five," alessia corrected absentmindedly before looking back at the card game they were playing. alessia had stopped keeping track as you insisted you were fine and had everything happily under control and that you were really enjoying the planning process

and alessia had believed her, mostly. until now as you let out another frustrated groan from across the room.

"that makes absolutely no sense." you swore, thinking aloud as your head sunk into your hands, your mind spinning in circles.

katie wandered over first, placing a hand on your shoulder as she sat beside you, "you al'right?"

you took your head out your hands quickly but you barely looked up from the screen as you hummed a little in response to katie's question.

"your a terrible liar"

"'m fine."

katie looked at the screen, eyes widening wonder how on earth you were able to make any sense of what was on the screen, it just being filled with words and charts. "...what are you supposed to be lookin' at?"

"it's not matching." you pointed to the screen, katie nodding her head as if she understood but really she was still just as clueless if not even more so.

"what isn't?" she asked as you turned your head to look at her, seeing the confused look on her face.

"the seating software." you said as if it was the most obvious answer katie could able come up with.

katie blinked, "sorry.. the what?"

you sighed, "the seating software." you repeated a little louder this time.

katie looked genuinely horrified but still confused before asking. "there's software for stuff like that?"

"there are seventeen different seating software programmes." you pointed out, only knowing that because you had tried each and every single one out before deciding on the one you were using, deeming it the best on however you were now having doubts.

"...why?"

"i don't know!" your voice cracked with frustration the stupid software starting to buffer again, "i just need it to work!"

katie slowly stood back up, lingering for a minute watching as you stared intently at the screen she was slightly worried your eyes may turn square. "i'll be back in a minute"

within minutes beth, leah and caitlin had all wandered over, crowding around the table alongside katie.

beth pointed at the screen sitting in the seat katie previously had been, "so..." you nodded distractedly, humming to acknowledge their presence. "...what's wrong?"

you gestured helplessly at the screen which hadn't been making sense to you for the last hour, "everything,"

leah leaned in over the top looking at your laptop, "you've got spreadsheets linked to spreadsheets.." you nodded as leah continued to analyse your work, "and colour coding... and formulas?... what do you need them for?"

"and...is that a seating simulation?" leah continued as you dropped your head back into your hands mumbling a 'yes'

there was a brief silence before beth eventually spoke, ".. you are aware people usually use pegs and plates for that type of thing..."

you lifted your head and turned to look at beth like she'd just suggested setting the venue on fire. "it's our wedding."

"yeah?"

"it has to be perfect."

leah softened, a concerned look flashing across her face at your words, "y/n..."

"what if someone can't see because they're behind a flower arrangement?"

"...could always move the flowers?" beth pointed out as you dismissed it straight away.

"and what if cousins who don't like each other get put too close together?"

"...move the cousins?" caitlin suggested but again you dismissed it straight away.

"what if—"

"y/n." leah said sternly over the top of your voice as you stopped talking. leah exchanging a glance with beth who nodded understanding the signal as she quietly slipped away.

"so..." katie whispered, trying to bring the sound back to another conversation that wasn't colour schemes and seating arrangements.

"where are you going?" caitlin asking spinning a little as she watched beth back away a little

"i'm getting her fiancée." beth called out walking straight in the direction of your blonde wife to be.

alessia was halfway through having photos taken when when appeared beside the backdrop.

"less." beth called over a worried look on her face as alessia looked up and around for the sound of the voice before landing on beth sending her a smile.

"i think your future wife might be having a breakdown."

alessia immediately lowered the football she'd been holding, brows furrowing immediately. "what?"

beth nodded towards the lounge, alessia following the movement and seeing you sat once again with that laptop.  "she's been wrestling with seating plans for about forty minutes now." beth said as alessia looked between beth and you.

"and?" alessia waited knowing there was something else as this was the 'norm' for you at the minute.

"and i think she's genuinely considering fighting the laptop." beth continued, as alessia hummed she knew there was going to be something else.

alessia's smiled faintly. "that bad?"

"less..." beth's grin and usual joker expression disappeared, "i don't think she's okay."

the smile slipped from alessia's face as she thanked the photographer before quietly making her way across the room. spotting you immediately still exactly where she'd left you after the first round of media attention.

your shoulders still tense and jaw tight with hair messier than usual from repeatedly running your hands through it. your eyes glued to the screen with an intensity normally reserved for major finals.

you didn't even notice alessia walking up behind you. alessia looked at the screen: seven different tabs, an inbox overflowing with unread replies, a spreadsheet she'd never be able to understand, notes, timelines, colour codes, checklists half written.

you had done all this... for one day. a day just for the two of you. the thought made alessia's chest squeeze.

without saying a word, alessia stepped behind your chair and wrapped both arms gently around your shoulders. you startled slightly at the sudden contact, but you knew exactly who it would be. "..hi"

alessia rested her chin against the top of your head. "hi"

you immediately reached for the keyboard again. "i've nearly fixed it." a sense of achievement in your tone slightly, however it came across more tiredly than you expected.

"you've said that for the last hour babe" alessia said sweetly, knowing you and your stubbornness that you wouldn't leave it be until there was a sense of accomplishment.

"but.. but i actually have this time." you said quietly, tapping away at the keyboard.

"y/n."

"i'm serious." you quipped back, your brow creasing with concentration as you carried on tapping away furiously at the keyboard.

"i know." alessia kissed your hair. "so serious you've forgotten you've not eaten lunch."

you paused. "...have i?" you asked looking around the room for signs of lunch but there wasn't any, everyone else was back to doing their media duties so you had in fact missed lunch,

"you've also ignored three messages from me." alessia listed her arms tightening around you.

"...did i?" you reached for your phone and along with messages to do with the wedding also sat alessia's messages which you hadn't even remember popping up on the screen.

"and you've been frowning so hard i'm worried your face is going to stay like that." alessia pointed out as she poked at your cheek with her nail.

you couldn't help the tiny smile. "it might."

alessia gently slid the laptop a few inches away and immediately you reached for it. "no."

alessia reached first, closing it with a soft click as you gasped dramatically as if she had just personally offended you. "babe-"

"no." alessia deadpanned looking at you dead in the eyes.

"but my work, our wedding"

"it'll still be there tomorrow."

"it won't if i don't—"

"it will, i promise baby" alessia said constantly as she held you hand in hers before kissing the top of your head again.

you sighed, leaning slightly back into her feeling somewhat of comfort for the first time since you arrived at training.

"it has to be perfect" your voice was quieter now, smaller and more vulnerable "its just.." you swallowed, the words on the tip of your tongue, "i only get to marry you once"

alessia felt her heart ache that little bit more cause you weren't stressed because you cared about centrepieces or the seating charts or the colour of the table linen.

you were stressed because every decision carried the same thought. this is the day i marry the love of my life.

alessia loosened one arm before gently taking your hand. "y/n." alessias blue eyes finally meeting yours, "i don't care if someone sits three chairs further away."

you opened your mouth to try and interrupt but alessia shut you down, "i don't care if the flowers aren't exactly the right shade."

"they're not—"

"i don't care if it rains." alessia carried on, before shrugging slightly "it probably will"

that drew a weak laughter from you as you agreed "it probably will."

"and do you know why?" alessia asked as you shook your head, "because i'm marrying you"

alessia brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear."i could marry you in a registry office with two plastic chairs and a tesco meal deal afterwards."

you just laughed, as alessia continued, “i'm serious!"

"i know."

"the only thing i've ever cared about..." alessia leaned forward until your foreheads rested together. "...is that, at the end of the aisle, it's you waiting for me."

your eyes shimmered as you nodded lightly, alessia carrying on with her loving words, "so stop trying to build the perfect wedding."

a thumb brushed gently across your cheek. "because the moment you asked me to marry you..." alessia smiled, impossibly soft pressing a quick kiss to your lips, "...it was already perfect."

you breath caught. every spreadsheet, sleepless night, colour comparison, frantic email, backup plan, every moment you’d spent worrying...

all because you wanted alessia to have the best day of her life. and alessia... alessia had never needed any of it. she just needed you.

you let out a shaky laugh. "i hate how easily you fix me."

"i don't."

"no?"

"i quite enjoy reminding my future wife she's allowed to breathe." alessia smiled, kissing the side of your head as you finally stood, turning in alessia's arms until you could wrap both of hers tightly around her waist.

you buried her face into alessia's neck. "i love you."

"i love you too." alessia whispered into the side of your ear.

"i just wanted it to be worthy of you." you whispered, while it was quiet alessia still heard and felt every word as she held you a little tighter.

"you are."

you frowned, "the wedding"

"no." alessia shook her head lightly before pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes. "you." your eyes filled despite yourself.

across the room, beth nudged katie. a proud smile spreading across beth's lips. "told you she'd sort it"

katie watched you melt completely against alessia. "its actually disgustingly cute"

leah smiled over the rim of her water bottle, standing like a proud mum, "no." she watched as alessia pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead before leading you away from the abandoned laptop and towards the lunch room.

"its exactly why they're getting married."

[moonlight-alexia]

two years ago, at the last renewal, we thought we still had forever, who knew time could go by so fast ☹️💙❤️

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Steph Catley x reader where the have just won the champions league together. They have been dating for a year maybe but only their teammates and families know as they like their privacy. At the after party Steph asks reader to kiss her , reader is like what ? ( not that she doesn’t want to she does) it just isn’t what they do. Steph goes on to say how she’s tired of hiding , she wants to be able to hold and kiss her girl on the best night of their lives regardless of who’s filming or watching.

find the fic here!!

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No more secrets ~ Steph Catley x reader

This is from a request that got sent ages ago! Sorry it took so long

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The whistle blows after 90+8 minutes of a hard fought battle. Arsenal have won their first Champions League trophy in nearly two decades. The noise of the crowd roars through the stadium, it’s almost deafening. As you look around, some of your teammates are still in disbelief that this happens while the others are hugging and jumping on each other in pure adrenaline. The confetti continues to fall all around you and as you turn, you spot Steph almost instantly. You want to run over to her so badly, but you let her be. Her smile and the way she throws her head back laughing with her family shouldn’t be interrupted. Your chest starts to tighten and your breath catches right when Steph looks over at you. She gives you a small smile before sadly turning away to move over to your other teammates. 

You turn around to see your family coming onto the pitch along with everyone else's, more specifically your younger siblings running at full speed towards you. Your mom trails behind them along with your dad, who you haven’t seen in what feels like forever due to both of their filming schedules.

After the excitement barely dies down, the makeshift stage is prepared for the medal presentation and the trophy lift. You stand next to Steph and start clapping for the Barcelona team on their way up to get their runners up medal. Alexia spots you and gives you a quick hug before she jogs to catch up with her team. You can see out of your peripheral Steph tensing a little with a small angry smirk on her face. 

The teams swap and Arsenal make their way to get their medals. You feel Steph’s hand on your lower back, slowly pushing you forward. You get a slight rush but remember where you are. During the trophy lift, you stand a few people away from Steph. Close enough to make meaningful eye contact but still so far away. You battle with your thoughts in the lead up to the trophy lift. You snap out of it for the sake of the cameras and celebrations but your emotions start to get a little too much. You go back to your parents and let them know about the after party and that the team will be there after you all shower. 

As you all walk back to the locker room, bottles of champagne are pushed into your and Leah’s hands. You drink some before handing it to Katie, which was a big mistake on your part. People start pouring champagne on the floor then Stina and Kyra run full speed and slide on their bellies. While everyone’s cheering on the others, you take the opportunity to slide in next to Steph. She looks at you with her eyes glassy and is more clingy than ever before. You look down at her and realise that this win means more to her than you know, something deeper. You kiss her temple subtly, or what you thought was subtly, then the comments started.

“OH MY GOD - nah nah nah, did everyone just see that?” Katie practically screams with zero inside voice.

Leah was next to comment. “...you two done pretending or are we all going back to ignoring it professionally?”

“Oh this is better than the final.” Beth says, grinning while sipping champagne.

While the girls are discussing your relationship, Steph hides her face in your shoulder while having a death grip on your shirt. Renee comes into the locker room and announces that the bus for the after party will be leaving in 45 minutes so everyone needs to be showered and ready. 

The bus arrives at the hotel and everyone files off the bus and into the room. You and Steph walk in together but not together. When the doors open and all the families start cheering, you are instantly made aware of the cameras constantly flashing and people recording the team. Steph whispers to you that she is getting a drink from the bar and to go see your family. You take her hand, give it a few squeezes and she gives you a faint smile in return.  

You make your way over to your parents and your brother and sister instantly want to dance with you. You pick up your sister and hold your hand of your brother as you make your way to the dance floor. The DJ changes the song to a more kid friendly one and you have the best time dancing with your siblings. 

From a far, Steph nurses her gin and tonic and just sits there watching you. She turns her head and sees Viv and Beth being all couple-y and then Leah and Elle hard launching on Instagram. Steph has had enough, she thought. She waits to catch your eye and when she does, she gestures for you to meet her on the balcony. When you come through the balcony door and close it, the action makes the music more muffled and the space more intimate. Steph wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you closer to her.

“I’m so proud of you,” Steph almost whispers in a soft tone.

“I’m proud of you too baby” You reply, tucking a strand of Steph’s hair behind her ear. 

“Kiss me” You look at her confused and slightly caught off guard. 

“We - we don’t do that,” You say with your eyebrows furrowed before you look around, like you’re afraid someone will see you.

“I’m tired. I’m tired of pretending you’re not mine when you are the best thing to ever happen to me. And I can’t even express it anywhere because we’re scared. We just won the best thing in our club careers and I can’t even kiss you” Steph’s eyes are brimming with tears and voice cracking slightly as she spills her raw and honest truth to you. 

When you see Steph and how this is affecting her, you get that pitt in your stomach of guilt and the feeling of holding her back. You think about the headlines and what people on the internet will say. You think about the early memories of your relationship. The stolen glances, sneaking Steph in so Leah wouldn’t see. But then you realise that you are not only protecting the relationship but also limiting it as well. Then that guilty feeling resurfaces in your stomach. You feel a hand cupping your cheek and you get brought back to reality. You don’t even know you’re crying until Steph uses the pad of her thumb to wipe the single tear that’s fallen away. 

You both hear the door open behind you and you pull away instantly, reinforcing the problem that you’re discussing. Steph looks sad and maybe even disappointed at the sudden action. Without saying a word, she turns to walk back inside. Watching her walk away like that pulls something in you. You jog up to Steph and grab her wrist, effectively spinning her around. Without saying a word, you pull her into you and kiss her without caring who sees. Steph pulls back and looks at you with a confused but happy look on her face. You intertwine your hands together and start to walk back into the party. 

The moment you step back into the room everything feels louder and brighter. You realise that people are still recording and there’s unfamiliar people but you don’t care. You love your girlfriend with every fibre of your being and you don’t care who knows it. 

You turn Steph in your arms and briefly hesitate. She closes the gap and kisses you right there in front of everyone. The kiss is not rushed, but it is confident. 

“We did it” Steph whispers.

“We sure did, my girl”

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Steph fics coming soon!!

I’m so proud of this one, after a little break from writing. I hope everyone enjoys it and a big thank you to the anon that sent in the request (a little while ago 🫣😅)

[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.

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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.

half watching the tv, half watching you scroll through your phone.

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."

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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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