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[gpcwsl]

Not you all already wanting a pt.2 for unicorn castle .

I wasn’t even thinking of doing an pt.2, my gawd.

[mbsneur]

I want to show you something

Alessia Russo x Williamson!reader

Summary: Your big sister wins the European Championships and you think you can celebrate normally

Warnings: Fluff,angst?,maybe bad writing

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(it's probably poorly written it's not my best and it has a weird ending and it‘s a really short one)

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The final whistle sounds and the whole Wembley Stadium screams out everyone cheers and hugs. Your big sister has made history with her girls, becoming European champions for the very first time and in their own country

You jump into your brother Jacob's arms. Tears of joy run down your cheeks. Your emotions are going crazy. You're so happy for your sister

Leah falls into Millie's arms full of tears. Ella jumps into Alessia's arms. Everyone is happy in their own way. You haven't seen her so happy in a long time

After the first great joy was over, the girls went to stand for the German team so that they could pick up their silver medals. Then it was their turn. Each of the girls picked up their own gold medal. Leah went last, she carried the trophy

The girls waited eagerly for Leah. They all counted down and with a big jerk the girls jumped up and lifted the trophy

After Leah celebrated with her girls on the field, everyone went to their families to bring them to the field

Leah ran straight into your arms and lifted you from the stands to hug you tighter

“I’m so proud of you Lee” you tell her in your tight embrace

Leah couldn't say anything, tears just flowed down her cheeks and she hugged you tighter

She let go of you to hug your brother. You saw Nikita come up to you and give you a big hug. The rest of the team came to hug you but you were only waiting for one person

You looked around and looked for her but didn't find her. You felt Leah pull your arm and pull you into the middle of the field and then you saw the familiar face that you were looking for the whole time

alessia. She literally jumped on you and took you tightly in her arms and cut off your breath

"I'm so incredibly happy to see you here y/n"

she screams

"and so am I" You said laughing, squeezing her tighter

“Come with me, I want to show you something,” she moves away from you to take your head in her hands

She took your hand and pulled you towards the changing room

She pulled you down the long hallway until you got to the lionesses' cabins. She pulled you into the toilets

"lessi where are you taking me" you say smiling and tramp after her

“Just let yourself be surprised,” she says, her cleats echoing across the floor

She opened the door to the toilets, pulled you in and closed the door behind you

As soon as the door is closed she presses her lips to yours. Your eyebrows furrowed. You feel slightly confused about the kiss. You don't know if it's just the flood of her emotions

You pulled back slightly and she looked at you with her bright blue eyes. Never in your life had you seen Alessia so close to you and her eyes so bright

"lessi what will it be" you say shocked

"You know I once told you when I was drunk that I've had feelings for you for a long time we never talked about it again and it broke me that I never spoke to you about it again"

You couldn't answer. You just pressed your lips against hers again and pulled her into a painful kiss. You try to get control of the kiss but Alessia pushes you against the wall and her hands move up and down on your hips

She moans softly into your mouth, which gives you the opportunity to stick your tongue between her lips. Your head hits the wall and Alessia starts kissing you harder than before

"y/n where are you we want to go to the after party soon"

you hear your big sister screaming in the changing rooms

“fuck lessi shit stop leah is here” you said in a panic

"Calm down, she won't come in here" Alessia says and starts to push your head up to get access to your neck

You tilt your head back and groan

Leah comes to the toilets and opens the door

“What the fuck is going on here oh my god” she says almost screaming and her eyes widen

Keira and Lucy follow her

Lucy steps into the bathroom next to the shocked Leah Lucy starts laughing loudly

"Oh oh oh Keira come here" she says laughing loudly

"How long has this shit been going on with you guys? Did you plan on telling me at some point?" Leah says, visibly upset

"It's not long- it's nothing i- le-"

you say frozen, embarrassed that she caught you already

"I really don't have to give myself that" Leah says angrily and turns around and leaves

You wanted to go after her and stop her but Lucy steps in front of you and stops you

“Give her some time she’ll cool off” she says with a laugh and turns her back to you

You look at Alessia who just shrugs her shoulders

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Request: Alessia x Foord!Reader; (reader isn’t a footballer, but the team loves to hang out with reader) Beth and Viv invite a few players (Alessia, Leah, Katie, Caitlin and Caitlin little sister who is 24). Caitlin doesn’t really want you to be there as it’s a ‘team bonding’ but she knows everyone will be mad about it. After a few hours, someone requests to do spin the bottle just for fun (not Beth and viv obv). Caitlin not wanting reader to do this, but reader ignores her. Alessia spins the bottle, it landing right on reader. Of course Caitlin immediately dislikes this. Though it’s a game so Alessia and reader does kiss, lasting a little longer than expected. Making Caitlin break it up. The two can’t stop thinking about the kiss, and maybe involves feelings for eachother. Take you time if you do end up taking my idea. ❤️🤍

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I need a part two!!!

‘Knew you’d come’ PART TWO! Part one HERE.

Leah Williamson x PhysioResponder!Reader

Part Two

WC: 2.6k+

MasterList

Warnings: kissing, making out at the end?

The fact I literally finished part two before you sent it in was comical.

The past few days had been a blur for Leah—medical checks, endless concern from teammates, and a stubborn frustration at her own body for giving out on her. She hated being seen as vulnerable. Hated that everyone had been looking at her like she was fragile.

But you—you had been different.

You didn’t treat her like she was weak. You had been steady, calm, in control when everything around her had been slipping. And you’d been the first face she saw when she woke up. The first hand she felt grounding her.

That’s why she was here now.

Leah took a deep breath, gripping the bouquet of flowers a little tighter as she knocked on your door.

A few seconds passed before it swung open, and whatever speech she had prepared in her head immediately disappeared.

You stood there, looking like you hadn’t expected company—not in the disheveled, caught-off-guard way, but in the effortlessly casual way that made Leah momentarily forget how to function.

You were wearing a pair of loose grey Arsenal sweatpants, hanging comfortably on your hips, paired with a cropped black tank top that left just enough skin exposed to make Leah’s brain short-circuit. Your hair was damp, stray strands clinging to your collarbone, and she caught the faint scent of something floral—shampoo, maybe.

You blinked at her, surprised. “Leah?”

Leah opened her mouth. Then closed it. Opened it again.

“Uh—hi,” she finally managed, shifting the flowers awkwardly in her grip.

Your eyes flickered down to them, then back up. “What’s all this?”

Leah cleared her throat, trying to pull herself together. “I just—I wanted to thank you. For… you know. Being there that day.” She held out the flowers, feeling utterly ridiculous but too deep in it now to back out.

You raised an amused eyebrow but took them anyway, glancing back at her with a small smile. “Leah, you didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” she blurted, then immediately regretted how eager she sounded. She quickly lifted the small bag in her other hand, desperate for a distraction. “And, um. I also got you—”

You peered inside, pulling out a box of your favorite chocolates and a bottle of the same sports recovery drink you’d given her days ago.

A soft chuckle escaped you. “You really didn’t have to.”

Leah exhaled sharply, heart hammering as she forced herself to push forward before she lost the nerve completely. “And also,” she started, voice quieter this time, “I wanted to ask if you—if you’d want to go out. With me. On a date.”

The second the words left her mouth, she felt like she was holding her breath.

You blinked at her, the smile on your face growing as you leaned against the doorframe. “Are you nervous, Williamson?”

“No.” The word came out way too fast, way too defensive, and your grin widened.

Leah groaned internally, running a hand down her face. “Okay—maybe a little. But just—give me a straight answer before I embarrass myself further, yeah?”

You laughed softly, reaching out to pluck the chocolates from the bag and holding them up. “Only if you promise I don’t have to share these.”

Leah exhaled, relief washing over her as a smirk finally tugged at her lips. “Deal.”

Training had run a little later than expected, but you didn’t mind. It gave you time to finish packing up in the physio office, carefully placing everything back in order before heading home for the evening.

You had just slung your bag over your shoulder when you heard a soft knock on the doorframe.

Turning, you found Leah leaning casually against it, arms crossed over her chest, hair still damp from her post-training shower.

She had changed into a pair of dark-wash jeans and a fitted black long-sleeve shirt, the fabric clinging in all the right places. There was something effortless about the way she carried herself, yet the slight shift of her weight from foot to foot betrayed the confidence she usually exuded.

You smiled at her, adjusting your bag. “Hey, Leah.”

She exhaled, as if working up the courage to speak. “Hey. I was, um—wondering if you wanted to grab dinner?”

Your smile softened, a warmth settling in your chest. “Are you asking me on our first date right now?”

Leah huffed a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

You tilted your head slightly, pretending to consider it, before finally nodding. “Alright. Let me drop my stuff off, and we can go.”

Leah grinned, something almost relieved in her expression, before she quickly covered it with her usual cool demeanor. “Cool. Yeah. No rush.”

The restaurant was small, tucked away from the usual busy streets—a cozy Italian place that Leah had picked out last minute, though you suspected she had been planning this longer than she let on.

The lighting was dim but warm, fairy lights strung across the ceiling, casting a golden glow over the wooden tables. Soft chatter filled the air, mixed with the occasional clink of wine glasses and the scent of freshly baked bread.

You both sat across from each other in a booth near the window. Leah had been the perfect mix of confident and flustered all evening—cool and composed when ordering but slightly pink in the cheeks whenever you caught her staring at you.

She played with the stem of her wine glass, eyes flickering up to meet yours. “So,” she started, “do you always save stubborn footballers from themselves, or am I just special?”

You chuckled, taking a sip of your drink. “You’re special, alright.”

Leah smirked, but the pink in her cheeks deepened. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

The conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with teasing remarks and genuine moments of connection. Leah listened intently whenever you spoke, her blue eyes locked onto you like you were the most interesting thing in the room. And every time you smiled—soft and knowing—it sent her heart into overdrive.

By the time dessert arrived, Leah had given up pretending she wasn’t completely enamored with you.

As you took a bite of your tiramisu, she rested her chin on her hand, watching you with a small, lopsided grin. “You’re really something, you know that?”

You raised an eyebrow, amused. “Something good, I hope?”

Leah exhaled a laugh, shaking her head. “Yeah. Really good.”

And for the first time in a long while, Leah Williamson—the ever-composed, ever-cool footballer—felt completely and utterly smitten.

The drive back was quiet but comfortable, the air between you both thick with something unspoken. Leah’s hands rested lightly on the steering wheel, her fingers tapping absentmindedly as she stole glances at you when she thought you weren’t looking.

You noticed, of course. But you didn’t say anything.

Instead, you let the soft hum of the car’s engine and the occasional flicker of streetlights passing through the windshield fill the space between you. The date had been perfect—effortless in a way that made you wonder why you hadn’t done this sooner.

Leah pulled up outside your place, shifting the car into park. Before you could reach for the door handle, she spoke.

“I’ll walk you up.”

You turned to her, raising an amused eyebrow. “Leah, I think I can manage.”

She huffed, shaking her head as she unbuckled her seatbelt. “I know. But let me, yeah?”

There was something earnest in her tone, something so Leah that you couldn’t say no.

You led the way to your door, Leah falling into step beside you. The night air was cool, crisp against your skin, but the warmth radiating from her presence made it barely noticeable.

When you reached your door, you turned to unlock it, expecting Leah to take it as her cue to leave. But when you glanced back, she was still there, standing just a few feet away, hands shoved into her pockets, staring.

It wasn’t just looking—it was deeper than that. The kind of gaze that made your skin prickle and your heart pound just a little harder. Her blue eyes traced over your face like she was committing every detail to memory, like she wasn’t quite ready for the night to end.

You felt it then—the pull.

Without thinking, without second-guessing, you stepped toward her, closing the space between you.

Leah barely had time to react before your hands found the collar of her jacket, tugging her forward. Her breath hitched, eyes flickering down to your lips just as yours brushed against hers—light, tentative, testing.

And then she moved.

Her hands found your waist, fingers pressing into the fabric of your sweater as she pulled you even closer. The kiss deepened, slow and deliberate, as if neither of you wanted to rush, as if time itself had decided to stretch in this moment just for you.

Leah kissed you like she meant it. Like she had been waiting for this—hoping for this. Her lips were warm, soft but firm, moving against yours with a perfect mix of confidence and restraint.

You sighed into her mouth, and she responded instantly, tilting her head slightly to fit against you better. One of her hands slid up your back, fingertips grazing your spine, sending shivers down your body.

The world around you disappeared—the night, the street, the quiet hum of the city. It was just Leah, her hands, her lips, the intoxicating way she tasted—like wine and something uniquely her.

When you finally pulled away, just enough to catch your breath, Leah’s forehead rested against yours. Her eyes remained closed for a moment, like she was savoring it, before they fluttered open, locking onto yours with a dazed, breathless look.

“Wow,” she murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

You couldn’t help but smile, your thumb tracing the edge of her jaw. “Yeah. Wow.”

Leah exhaled a laugh, shaking her head slightly. “I was gonna wait.”

“For what?” you asked, still close enough to feel the warmth of her breath.

Leah smiled, lopsided and utterly smitten. “For the second date.”

You grinned, pressing a quick, teasing kiss to her lips before stepping back toward your door. “Guess we’re ahead of schedule then.”

Leah chuckled, running a hand through her hair as she watched you. “Yeah. And I don’t mind one bit.”

The night had settled in, but neither of you seemed ready to let go of the moment.

Leah lingered on the doorstep, her presence still filling the space around you even after you stepped back inside your apartment. The warmth from her lips, her touch, and the sweet hum of excitement in your chest were still there, keeping you tethered to the moment.

You looked back at her over your shoulder, a soft smile still tugging at your lips. “You don’t have to go yet.”

Leah, whose hands were shoved back into her pockets, looked like she hadn’t expected that. But the flicker of something—relief, maybe?—flashed in her eyes before she made her way toward you. “Well, if you insist,” she said, voice low and teasing, like she was still caught up in the aftermath of your kiss.

You stepped aside, allowing her to enter. The apartment was modest, cozy—the kind of place where you could just be without worrying about putting on a show. You gestured toward the couch.

“Make yourself comfortable. Want something to drink?”

Leah shook her head, though her eyes softened as she surveyed the space. She seemed to appreciate the simple comfort of it all, as if it made everything feel more real. More grounded.

“I’m okay,” she replied, her tone a little quieter than before. She stood in the doorway for a moment, not quite sure where to put herself, but you didn’t miss the way her gaze lingered on the bookshelves, the photos scattered across the walls.

You moved to the kitchen, reaching for the kettle and setting it on the stove. The soft clink of porcelain against the counter broke the silence between you both, but neither of you said anything. You could feel the weight of her presence in the room, like a silent invitation, a tension between the two of you that neither of you had to put into words.

When you turned around, she was standing by the window, her back to you, her fingers absently tracing the edge of a photograph. She wasn’t looking at it, but you could tell it wasn’t about the picture. It was about something else—something she was working through inside her head.

You stepped closer, the air between you thick with something unspoken. “You okay?”

Leah turned slowly, her lips curling up into a half-smile. But there was something in her eyes—something deeper than that surface-level smirk. “Yeah,” she said softly, her voice catching for just a second. “Just thinking.”

You tilted your head, curiosity piqued. “About what?”

She took a step forward, crossing the room to close the distance between you. There was a hesitation in her movements, but she didn’t look away. “About how… about how right this feels. About how much I’ve wanted this.”

Her voice dropped even lower as she reached out, gently brushing your hair back from your face. The touch was soft, but it felt like everything was moving in slow motion, the air thick with anticipation.

“Leah…” You whispered her name, barely able to finish the sentence as her fingertips grazed your cheek.

She leaned in, her breath mingling with yours as she kissed you again—this time slower, more deliberate, her lips brushing against yours with an intensity that sent a ripple of heat through your veins.

The kiss was different than before. It wasn’t rushed, and there was no urgency this time. It was tender, exploring, savoring each moment. Her hands found your waist, pulling you close as her body pressed against yours, and you could feel the warmth of her heartbeat under your fingertips.

Every movement felt instinctive, like you were both getting lost in the rhythm of each other, learning how to make this feel right. Leah’s lips moved against yours with a kind of hunger, but there was an undeniable gentleness that kept you grounded in the moment. Her breath came in soft, shallow gasps as she parted her lips slightly, letting you deepen the kiss.

Your hands slid to the back of her neck, pulling her closer as you melted into the kiss. The world outside faded away again, and all that existed was the space between you and Leah—the warmth of her touch, the softness of her skin, the rhythm of your heartbeats syncing together.

When you finally pulled away, your forehead rested against hers, both of you breathing heavily, taking in the closeness.

Leah’s voice was a whisper, the words laced with something raw. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

You let out a breath, your fingers still tangled in her hair as you spoke softly, “Me too.”

And that was all it took—no more words needed. The promise was in the kiss, in the way you held each other, in the way you both felt like you’d been moving toward this moment your entire lives, waiting for it to happen.

The evening stretched on, slow and peaceful. You both shared more moments of quiet intimacy, laughter, and soft conversation. It didn’t matter that the world outside your door kept spinning—what mattered was what was happening here, now, between the two of you.

And for the first time in a long while, Leah felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be.

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Its arsenal/lionesses x teen reader where reader is the chaos merchant and very close to Kyra like the chaotic sisters. Both of them had made a plan to scare their arsenal teammates after they returned from international break. On their first day from the break , both of them arrived first in the training with a clown mask and hid behind the doors to scare their teammates and it is chaos as they scare their friends and the entire arsenal team and coaches are also not spared. The chaos ends with kim making them run laps but both kyr and reader do not mind with the chaos they caused..

Thank you 🙏🏻

Arsenal x teen reader; Kyra Cooney-Cross x Bestfriend!Reader:

Behind the mask

WC: 729

MasterList

Warnings: clown masks? Short?

Song: Don’t stop me now - Queen

The morning sun filtered through the windows of the Arsenal training ground, casting a warm glow over the empty halls. Kyra Cooney-Cross and I were always the first to arrive for training, and today was no different. But today, we had a plan—a chaotic, mischievous plan that would make everyone remember this day.

“Ready for this, Y/n?” Kyra grinned, holding up the clown mask in front of her face. The plastic smile seemed to mock me as she pulled it over her head, eyes glinting with excitement.

“You know it,” I said, already feeling the adrenaline rush through my veins. The international break was over, and it was the perfect time to bring some chaos to our unsuspecting teammates. After all, we hadn’t seen them in ages, and what better way to break the ice than a little bit of madness?

We snuck into the locker room, trying to be as quiet as possible as we disguised ourselves in our creepy clown masks. Kyra fixed hers in place, making sure it was secure, and I did the same, grinning behind mine. We exchanged a glance and a nod—time to execute the plan.

“I’ll grab the doors,” I whispered, glancing toward the training area. The plan was simple: hide behind the doors and scare whoever entered first. It was a foolproof prank. Or so we thought.

Leah Williamson, was the first to step in. She usually arrived early, and we were ready. As soon as she pushed open the door, we jumped out, both of us bursting from behind the wall, our laughter escaping as we saw the shock on her face.

“Lee, you should’ve seen your face!” I laughed, clutching my stomach as she staggered back, nearly falling into a bench.

“Seriously, you two are insane!” Leah gasped, still trying to catch her breath, her hand over her heart.

Kyra and I exchanged a wicked look. This was just the beginning.

Next came Kim Little, entering the room with her usual calm demeanor. She wasn’t prepared for the chaos that awaited her. As soon as she saw us, the shock registered in her face, followed by a burst of laughter.

“You two need help,” Kim chuckled, shaking her head as she adjusted herself, still wiping tears from her eyes from laughing.

“It’s all about fun, Kim!” Kyra said, her voice full of mischief. But we didn’t stop there.

Then came Beth Mead, who was visibly caught off guard. As she opened the door, our masks jumped into her line of sight, and she screamed, nearly knocking over a water bottle in the process. She laughed, though, despite the shock.

“What is wrong with you two?” Beth gasped, barely able to keep it together.

We had everyone going. The team’s reactions were priceless, and the chaos was unfolding perfectly.

As the door opened, Rénne Slegers, the manager, walked in, looking all business as usual. But as soon as she laid eyes on us, a surprised laugh escaped her.

“Alright, alright,” Rénne said with a playful shake of her head. “You two are trouble.”

We winked at each other, our prank clearly succeeding, but we weren’t finished. The best part was coming next.

As we saw a few younger players still entering, we decided to make our final move. Sprinting toward the center of the room, we delivered one last, heart-stopping scare to the last few unsuspecting teammates. By now, everyone was either laughing or shouting at us to stop, but the chaos was so delicious we couldn’t help ourselves.

Finally, Kim stood before us, looking like she was about to lose her cool. “Alright, you two,” she said, a mischievous grin tugging at her lips. “You’ve earned this. Run laps.”

Kyra and I shared a look, knowing full well there was no escape. “You think we care about laps?” I teased, already getting ready to drag my feet dramatically.

“I’ll race you!” Kyra shot back, her voice playful, though we both knew the chaos we’d caused was well worth it.

And so, with laughter still echoing behind us, we started running the laps. We may have been the ones getting punished, but we were too caught up in the fun to mind. The echoes of laughter from our teammates made it clear—today, we’d won the chaos game, and we’d earned every second of it.

[gpcwsl]

Okay with this fiction I was talking about: https://www.tumblr.com/gpcwsl/778727117218316288/guys-the-6th-of-march-i-wrote-probably-my

It’s 4k+ words - now I’ve written it in one part but I dunno if you guys want it in one part or two parts.

This fiction will be out after this poll - so I’m thinking around 17:00-20:00 tomorrow.

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Thank you for fulfilling my request. I couldn't stop smiling reading the whole part. You are so amazing 🤩. Thank you again. My only complain is that your fics ends. I can read your fica for hours 💐

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