woso x celeb!fem!reader, leah williamson x celeb!fem!reader,
↳ 𝓽𝔂𝓹𝓮 — fluff
↳ 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 — you and leah are in a relationship, however due to your agency and their t&cs, you and leah are forced to keep it under the radar.
↳ 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 — 25/26 season
↳ 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ❗️ — kissing, anxiety mentions(?),
↳ 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 — r’s a sort of model/influencer, • debating whether to make this into a series fic aswell please lmk if you’d like that!🤍• SO SORRY IF THIS SEEMS BAD😭
↳ 𝓷𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷.
→ you and leah met when you were modeling the new arsenal kit for the new season, creating a few advertisements for the socials.
↳ the videos and advertisements popped up on leah’s feed, and she couldn’t help but be adorned by your beauty. she ended up clicking onto your account scrolling through your content and ended up sliding into your dms.
→ slowly, you both began to get close, she started inviting you to games and her team mates began picking up on you — not only because your known, but also because they realised you and leah may have something going on.
→ however one thing you were deeply afraid of, was if this volcano would erupt. you was afraid of your relationship with leah getting leaked onto the media, your agency seeing.
↳ the agency you’re under has an agreement that your personal life should not overlap with your work life, as in the past there has been incidents where they have gotten into legal conflict due to an ex—model’s love life.
→ leah invited you to a game she was playing in and ofcourse you said ,yeah’. dressed in the third kit and some flares, you had your hair in a half up half down do, a black birkin bag and a pair of adidas sambas decorate you.
→ you watched her play effortlessly, she’s not the vice—captain and captain of the engwnt for no reason. every step she took you were charmed. how can one play so effortlessly? oh and when she got the ball, no words could describe how mesmerising it was.
→ now her players could tell how perfectly she was playing — as if she was trying to impress someone. “who you tryna look good for hm?” mead nudges at leah, a smirk adorning her face “not your business, beth.” she snapped back.
→ meeting her in the changing rooms, you complimented her, she couldn’t help but stare at your smile, the very one she got attracted to when she watched the arsenal advertisement. “you played well,”
“i had to with you watching”
“oh and who do we have here?” a teasing voice behind you caught your attention. turning, you saw katie mccabe walking up to you both, and leah introduced you to one another, “that arsenal advertisement you did, really good” katie complimented, teasing leah further.
before you can say a thanks, taylor offers, “we’re all going to have a movie night at mine, you should come join us,”
→ sat next to leah, her arm rests behind on the sofa, as the movie plays on the tv, whilst kyra keeps launching popcorn at steph.
→ you end up excusing yourself to go use the bathroom, but you end up taking longer than you anticipated, your anxiety taking the better of you, fussing over your makeup and hair, especially your lip combo that got ruined from the food you ate. suddenly you end up hearing a knock, startled you hear a familiar voice, “y/n, you in there, is every thing alright?”
“uh yeah leah, i’m okay, i’m coming out now ha”
opening the door, you look panicked, and she notices. ofc she does, she’s a pro footballer, a captain who always has to notice when her players aren’t okay. “y/n, love, are you okay?”
“uh yeah, i am leah,” taken aback from the affectionate nickname, you smile once again and she folds, “have i ever told you how pretty that smile is?”
you chuckle, biting on your lip, now your faces are inches apart, “i mean, your eyes, your ears, all of you”
before she can even press her lips against yours, you flinch away. leah’s expression sterns. but not in anger, in worry.
“what’s wrong?”
“nothing, it’s just, just my agency,”
leah’s aware of your agency’s strict policy.
“y/n, you don’t have to worry, i’ve got you, i won’t let us get released,”
her hands cup your face, he brows furrowed in reassurance and you can’t help but feel safe.
a slow smile reappears, “okay”
biting your lip, you lean forward and kiss leah, hands cupping her face whilst one of hers rest at the back of your head and the other lifting your leg.
safe to say the bathroom will be occupied a lot longer.
