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“UNCLE LALA!”

A bright smile spreads across your boyfriend's face as he catches the small bundle of energy catapulting herself toward him. Mila’s legs fly behind her as he spins and she relishes in her uncle's attention. 

Smiling softly at the sight, the Christmas lights decorating his parent's country home glisten in the background. You begin unloading your suitcases from the car as tiny footsteps and little giggles disappear across the sprawling gravel driveway.

Soon enough Lando’s arms sneak around your waist, halting any attempt at movement. “I can do that, Lovey.” His lips pepper kisses to your hairline as he inches you aside gently.

“I can help too,” you insist, stubborn words contrasting your actions as you grin at the roll of eyes and scoff he returns. 

“You know that’s not how this works baby.” 

Smirking a little to yourself you resign yourself to watching happily. The Christmas jumper spread taught across his back, muscles rippling through the knitwear as he works. Catching his eye with a wink when he turns.

When you pull yourself from focusing on the handsome man you begin working in tandem, unloading his packed SUV of presents and suitcases for your week ahead.

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The home that greets you is warm, the air scented with a glorious mix of gingerbread and cinnamon. You manage a single step through the front door before Cisca immediately fusses over you.

Exchanging hugs, collecting coats and ignoring her son entirely. Which has you giggling as he huffs and grumbles behind you. 

Further down the hallway Adam and Oli have gathered, baby Athena resting peacefully in her grandfather's arms. They let out much fuller laughs at your boy as the Belgian woman continues to dot on you.

Your hands emptied and you're ushered towards her daughters (and daughter-in-law), all watching on in amusement, hot drinks in hand.

Lando has lugged both of your large suitcases inside and is midway kicking off his shoes when his mother finally turns to him. A sassy remark falls from his lips as he embraces her tightly, a loving grin on his lips as he catches your gaze over her shoulder. 

'I love you,' your lips form the words silently as you mouth your affections, and he returns the silent words as you're both swept in different directions. The Norris women surround you and drag you further into the open-plan kitchen, pressing a warm mug into your hold, desperate to hear all about the ski trip you had recently returned from. Meanwhile, Mila hurricanes into the entryway gaining the full focus of the Norris men. Cisca stands back, admiring her family finally gathered together under one roof.

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After a big family breakfast and a long thirty-minute attempt at getting the entire family out the door, you were squished in Lando’s backseat between his sisters. You had given up your passenger princess privileges so Adam could sit up front with his son. Who had adamantly refused to give up the control of driving to ride in his parent's backseat. The rest of the Norris clan follows behind you in Savannah’s car. 

In following family tradition you’d all decided to spend Christmas Eve in the local town. You were beyond excited to see the small countryside town your boyfriend had been raised in. 

Festivities were in full swing when you arrived. You were quickly informed that it was the last day of the holiday market, which annually caused the whole community to gather and have a collective celebration. With Lando’s hand wrapped warmly around yours, you gazed around in awe. 

Music was playing from speakers throughout the small village of stands, all set up by local businesses. There was even a small petting zoo and stable where families gathered for a chance to meet donkeys, sheep, goats, chickens, and even reindeer.

What took your breath away though was the big, bushy, towering tree standing in the centre of the town square, draped in lights and baubles, a gold glowing star shining on top.

“Woah.”

You breathe the word almost silently, catching Lando’s attention his head turns to eye you adoringly. “Pretty, huh?” He offers, giving a squeeze to your hand.

You nod in return, childlike glee shining in your eyes as you peer up at him. Giggles escape as he enjoys your joy, tugging lightly to pull you with him into the maze of festive joy in front of you.

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The sun begins to dip beyond the horizon as the family gathers together, you among them. Empty hot chocolate cups littering the table in front of you. Mila perches on your lap, both tiny hands wrapped protectively around the carrot she had spent seven minutes meticulously picking. She had spent the whole time excitedly bouncing on the balls of her feet, eyes wide, as she anticipated providing the treat for Santa’s reindeer that evening. 

Despite the light tickles you leave up and down the sides of the tiring girl in your hold your focus is towards the curly-haired boy across from you. His attention is captured by the youngest Norris, little giggles escaping her as he pulls faces and blows raspberries against her rosy cheeks.

Moments later collective cheering distracts you and all heads turn towards the stage which has stood empty all day. The town band now stand upon it, jingle bells sounding as they begin to play. Folk around you start to dance and sing away. A bright smile beams across your face and the little girl in your arms perks up as well, jumping to her feet in front of you. 

“Tee! Tee! Dance with me!” With her calling out for her aunts you direct your attention to the stage, but only for several seconds before an insistent hand is tugging at yours. “Tee! Tee! Dance!” 

You look around for Flo or Cisca before your eyes meet back with the small ones honed on you, “… me?” You ask the girl, pointing at yourself, confusion laced in your tone. 

“Duh!” You see your boyfriend in her at her sassy remark, feeling another impatient tug on your fingers. Scrambling over your shock you scramble to your feet, taking both tiny hands in your own as you jump, twirl, giggle and sing with the two-year-old.

Collapsing heavily onto the sofa beside you Lando grumbles, dramatically clutching at his stomach.

“I. Am. Stuffed.” He declares, shuffling around to get comfortable before draping his limbs around you lazily. 

You laugh at the boy as he clutches to you like a child, still wiggling into the perfect position. He continues to groan in frustration before huffing and forcing your hand upon his head. “Scratch.” He demands.

Internally you can’t help but be amused and a little enamoured with his sass, loving his clingy moods and the fact he’s so comfortable with you in front of his family.

But outwardly you quirk an eyebrow, Lando puffs his lips into a pout giving you big puppy eyes as he adds a soft, “please,” to his sentence.

A little laugh escapes you and you concede easily to his wishes, watching the immediate way his face relaxes. 

The TV plays low in the background as the family slowly filters through to join you lounging in the living room. Mila plays with a collection of toy cars on a mat in the middle of the carpet as you speak in soft tones with Flo and Oli as their brother dozes in your lap.

The matriarch of the family is the last to enter through the door of her living room, arms stacked high with gifts.

Adam jumps from the armchair he’d claimed, quick to help his wife with the wobbling pile. She smiles gratefully and leaves again only to reappear moments later with two boxes and a second stack.

Hearing the crinkle of paper your boyfriend's eyes flutter open and his head perks up, swivelling to face his parents as they distribute packages to the occupants around the room.

“Christmas Eve packages,” Lando informs you, “my parents have done them ever since we were kids, usually something matching just to ‘get us in the spirit’,” his explanation finishes with finger quotations, his reaction speed only barely quick enough to catch the present launched towards his face in the process. 

“And this one’s for you darling,” Cisca’s motherly tone reaches you and her warm eyes meet yours. She hands the gift to you a loving smile on her face, one you recognise all too well from the way you saw it mirrored on Lando’s daily. Watching the shy smile that plays on your lips as you flip the parcel over in your hands Lando can’t help but press a kiss to your cheek. 

“You’re one of us now baby,” he grins, noticing the surprise tracing your features. His grin morphs into a smirk as a thought flicks through his head.

Linking your fingers together he raises them up. Lips brushing against your ring finger, “only thing left now is for me to put a ring on it.”

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“Hey, bubs?”

Lando hums in response, snuggling his nose further into your neck, as if he could get any closer. His position already left half your body smothered by him. Carding your fingers rhythmically through his dark hair you continue, your voice gentle, unwilling to break the peaceful bubble you’d created within his childhood bedroom. 

“Thank you.”

His head pulls back from you, yours tilting down to meet his eyes. Lando rolls off of you but still manages to create no distance as he props himself on his side. “What for Lovey?”

Your eyes roam down his, now bare, chest to spy his plaid pyjama trousers as you are flooded with the recollection of your evening. Of how only hours before you had watched him stubbornly argue against the matching nightwear until you batted your eyes at him. Of the teasing he’d received for the quick dissolve of his resolve. Of Mila’s excitement as she placed her carefully selected carrot beside the cookies you’d helped her bake. Of Lando’s boyish grin as you dusted the crumbs of said cookies from his chin several hours later. Of the giggles shared over glasses of mulled wine and tipsy twister once the young ones were sound asleep. 

“For everything,” you eventually respond, “for inviting me to spend the holidays with you, for your family accepting me, for you loving me, for everything.” The twinkle of love in your eye shines brightly, and is returned in his as he sees the emotion take hold of you.

“You never need to thank me for loving you, Y/N L/N. It’s an honour in itself for you to allow me the pleasure of loving you. And my family agree.” His palm raises to cup against your cheek, fingers tucking a few rogue strands of hair behind your ear as his lips tenderly meet yours, plushy and perfect.

Warm…

She was warm.

Why?

She rolled over suddenly, slowly returning to consciousness. Morning. It was morning, and she’s in bed, that explains why she was warm. Blankets, pillows, and… Julian.

Wait, Julian?!

Her eyes snapped open suddenly, panic flooding her veins as she realized she was snuggled up against him. Why was he here? He should be gone! Nadia’s going to-

… Wait. Wait a second.

Her anxiety subsided when her semi-muddled brain recalled what happened. Julian’s almost hanging. The masquerade. The fiery goat man. … Free. Julian was a free man.

Gloria looked up at his peacefully sleeping face, grin slowly stretching from ear to ear. He was free. No more having to worry about ducking from guards, secret rendezvous, stolen kisses, and gone-before-mornings. She could finally wake up in his arms; she could kiss him good morning.

She snuggled closer to him at this thought, both excited for him to wake up and wanting to stay in his arms for hours. His cuddles were the best, she reasoned, nuzzling his neck.

Warm….

She could feel her drowsiness overtaking her again as she laid in his arms, sighing contentedly. It was completely peaceful…

…. Until she squeaked, feeling his arms tighten around her and smoosh her face closer to his, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Good morning, my love.” He mumbled against her forehead, and she giggled from shock.

“G-good morning Julian?” She laughed again, grin returning at full force. “And here I was, planning to surprise you.”

He grinned back, touching his nose to her forehead. “Were you now?”

“Of course. I’ll get you for that.” She sighed again, scooting closer to him. “How's it feel to be free?”

“Dreadfully boring,” came his flatline answer, “but… it has its perks.”

“Boring is good sometimes,” she mused.

“Yes, but most of the time, it's not,” he grinned, “and you know my penance for trouble. If I cannot find it, I'll make it.”

“Don't do anything too troubling, now.” She laughed again, and he joined in, pressing their foreheads together.

“Freedom is a good thing,” he said, softly, “as long as I can be with you.”

“I don't plan on going anywhere,” she winked, “so we should be set, then.”

“.... I love you.”

“I love you too, Ilya.”

And his lips were on hers in a barrage of kisses, his arms wrapped around her, and she was bringing her hands to rest upon his chest.

“Freedom sounds good,” he said between kisses, “but forever sounds better. Would you like that?”

“I don't think I would mind.”

“Good. Perfect, actually.” After one last, lingering kiss, he whispered, “Stay with me.”

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Alessia would never make any claim to know anything about ice hockey before she met you

but if interrogated she couldn't deny that Y/N L/N was a prominent face in her mind since she was a teen

most people had only recently began to recognise you with your increasing sponsorships

Alessia however had known of you from your college days

she had been dragged to a UNC friends hometown in Minnesota where she attended her first ever ice hockey game

it was an unfamiliar sport to the Brit, the violence definitely shocked her

she thought football was physical enough

number 23 immediately drew her attention though

the way she managed to dominate the rink while still gliding so gracefully was addicting

it wasn't until four years later when your face was plastered across all the sporting outlets that Alessia was reminded just how attractive she found the sport

or maybe it really was just you

the next time you crossed Alessia’s path you were a lot more physical, a lot more real, and a lot more directly in front of her

both being sponsored by Beats by Dre you had been invited to their rooftop event in LA, launching a new product

laying eyes on the blonde from across the dance floor you knew immediately you had to meet her

approaching her at the bar it was evident that she was shocked to see you

although that did nothing but spur your ego

the cocky glint appearing in your eye only attracted Alessia more

"hey, pretty lady. any chance I can interest you in drink? some company perhaps?”

"well I'm pretty sure it's an open bar, so drinks are free" 

*eyes widen in rejection*

*she touches your arm*

she TOUCHES your arm!!

"but I could do with some company"

you then spend the following many drinks sat a little too close to be friendly

talking, giggling, and flirting around the fire pit

within an hour the pair of you had abandoned the groups you arrived with and tumbled into whoever's hotel room was closest

the following morning of room service in bed and further extra-circicular activities had Alessia thinking maybe something more would come

but after watching your broad shoulders walk away from her, freshly showered back buried in her duvet, there was no contact to follow

after several months of teasing from Ella about her new interest in hockey you appeared again

you had been visiting England to complete several press and media requirements, one of which being a photoshoot campaign with Beats

grumbling to your best friend and manager after a long train ride and cramped Uber to the studio in Manchester the last person you expected to be faced with was Alessia

not learning her lesson, again Alessia ended up in the same bed as you by the end of the night

as well as a supply closet, restaurant bathroom and hotel pool before that

this time though she was the one to walk away, and not without the promise of a regular arrangement

you were by no means in a relationship

but every time you were in the same country you sought each other out

neither of you had time for that anyway

a year later when Alessia joined her team in the Euros final you made the decision to fly out and surprise her in the stands

As soon as she made eye contact with you Alessia lost all interest in the impending afterparty

staying only as long as was polite before dragging you off to yet another hotel room

You were more than happy to accommodate her wishes though

the entire trip being made to celebrate her achievements in the first place

Alessia is demanding in physically wrapping your arms around her naked body when you try to stand and leave

on the high of the win she is extra confident

and the exhaustion catching up to her reigns her filterless

"why do you always leave me, am I just a warm body to you?"

*you gape, too stunned to speak*

*her pout is dramatically adorable*

"Alessia you are SO much more than a warm body to me! how could you even think that?!"

holding her tighter in your arms you listen as she explains her insecurity

all the while she played with your tangled fingers, resting on her stomach

hearing her out you admitted your intimidation of her being too good for you

the simple solution, that pleased both of you, came when she finally asked you to be her girlfriend

of course you agreed immediately

sealing it with a kiss

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Wandering into training you can’t help the yawn that escapes you as you straighten the glasses on your face. Despite being known as one of the more timely members of the squad you have not managed to do yourself justice today. Having crawled out of bed a mere thirty minutes ago you hadn’t had the chance to follow your morning routine as you would have liked to. 

You knew it wasn’t the smartest decision to be awake until near midnight the day before you were due to play Bayern Munich in the second leg of the champions league quarter-final. But when it comes to your football and your girlfriend you will never deny that your she came first. 

Easing the bedroom door shut gently you tiptoe across the carpet, trainers in hand, in hopes to avoid stirring Leah from her sleep. Despite telling her you were visiting some old school friends for dinner you had actually spent the evening at Amanda’s house planning the following day's birthday celebrations and proposal preparations for the girl you both loved. Now you just had to hope you could secure the win to keep spirits high. 

You make it silently to the drawers to dig and change into an oversized t-shirt of your girlfriend’s. Pausing as you make your way back from the bathroom your eyes run over the snoozing figure of the blonde occupying the bed in the centre of the room. Your eyes fall to the alarm clock as the glowing numbers flicker from 11:59 to 12:00. Unable to help yourself you settle your knees into the rug beside the bed, lifting a careful hand to brush fallen strands of hair behind Leah’s ear. 

As you admire your girl you see her eyelids flicker and then open, drowsily. “Hey, pretty lady,” your soft whispers earn a lazy smile from the girl in front of you, “happy birthday.”

Game-day duffle bag over your shoulder you rush your way into the meeting room at London Colney. Jonas had called you all in for a strategy meeting prior to this evening's game. Typically you and Leah would make your way in together but after early morning cuddles, she insisted you get some extra rest before the game while she headed for a birthday brunch with her family. Except your lie-in had lasted longer than intended and joining your teammates you are hit with instant teasing for your tardiness. 

“Oooh, look who decided to show up!” Katie McCabe’s voice is the loudest and the first to reach you as you enter. With a grimace, you prepare yourself for the onslaught of teasing. 

“So it turns out it wasn’t Leah making you later all these years, huh L/N?” Jen Beattie is the next to speak resulting in an eye-roll and shake of your head as your eyes naturally direct themselves to the blonde in question, she smirks at you, basking in you receiving the teasing for once.

Settling beside the birthday girl, you greet her with a soft peck, “happy birthday my love, you have a good morning?” she simply smiles with a nod and settles a hand on your thigh in response, the notion being all you needed to communicate. 

A smartass remark to your teammates is on the tip of your tongue but before you can utter a syllable a new topic is introduced. “Y/N? I didn’t know you wore glasses?” Wally’s questioning tone attracts the attention of the room and several heads turn your way, to analyse the frames on your face for themselves. 

Your eyebrows furrow, your lack of sight is never something you had intentionally hidden from the Arsenal girls, just something that never came up. “Wait! Y/N you look so cute right now! Look at you with your little gold frames!” Lotte’s declaration results in a number of the other girls also hyping you up.

You can’t help the rosy blush which rises on your cheeks, burying your head into Leah’s neck as she watches the scene in amusement. She had expressed her attraction to you in glasses, very clearly, many moons ago. It occurred when you had first stayed the night and had timidly made your way from the bathroom, apprehensive of her judgement. 

With a light chuckle, she brings a hand to stroke your hair, “you are adorable baby, they’re right about that. A real birthday treat you’re giving me by not putting your contacts in.” You feel her smirk grow as her cheek rests against your head.

“Everything for you, doll.” You mutter in response, nipping teasingly at her collarbone.

Katie, again, makes herself known over the crowd as Leah grumbles scoldingly at you. “Don’t hide from our compliments Y/N/N! God knows you’re both too sickeningly cute to receive them very often.” Always the class clown her words hit the mark and the room is filled with laughter. 

A smirk still present from teasing your girlfriend you groan and reluctantly agree. Giving a light kiss to the area you’d nipped you pull away, a little more ready to face the day. You don’t get a chance to banter back however as Jonas enters the room, drawing a focused silence from all of you.

Having made it through the day with each of your teammates making at least one comment about the glasses adorning your face. The team coach pulls up outside the Emirates and with Leah’s hand clasped in yours, you make your way past fans and media, into the changing room. Settling beside each other, the group of you work on getting prepped for warm-ups.

Clad in red and white you disappear from the view of the team, washbag in hand, to the sinks around the corner. For the first time today, you remove the metal frames from your face and exchange them for your contact lenses.

Returning to the communal area you find it emptied of all teammates, minus one. A grin grows on your face as your eyes land on the beautiful blonde adjusting her socks from her spot in her cubby. 

Approaching her almost silently, it's the discarding of your washbag which draws attention. Entranced with the girl before you it's a natural instinct when your hand raises to stroke lovingly along her jaw.

“My gorgeous, gorgeous girl.” Your words are gently mutterings, lips brushing against hers as they rest together without the finalisation of a kiss.

Leah’s lips turn upward at the attention, a rosy tint coating her cheeks. A secure grip on your hips has her pulling you towards her, settling you on her lap as she finally receives the kiss she had been longing for since she left you in bed that morning. Lips moulding together as easily as breathing and gently hands caressing the body of the other as you take in the moment of peace between you.

When the pair of you separate it is only by mere centimetres as your forehead comes to rest against her, “I hope we can win this game,” the words escape in a rasp as you speak them, “for you. On your day.”

Leah only hums in response, “that’d be nice.” After chasing another peck of your lips she continues, “but after 26 spins around the sun I’d much prefer the knowledge I would spend each one from now with you.” 

An adoring smile drapes goofily across your face at her words and your mind briefly flickers to the ring box you know you have secured in the depths of your bag. Returning her brief peck you nod against her head, “now that, my dear, I do believe can be arranged.”

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• for the first time since you were sixteen you were single

• and you had anticipated it'd stay that way for at least a year

• but when millie bright walked into your life all the hesitancy in the world couldn't stop the inevitable

• growing up in a single father household in Kingston you had been raised a Chelsea fan

• no matter how much your toxic Brummie boyfriend turned baby daddy turned husband turned ex tried to switch you Villa

• having gone through a recent divorce and sexual awakening you were trying to navigate your new life as a single mum of three

• with inherited new funds and incoming child support your first instinct was to do something spontaneous

• something you never could have before

• with your youngest barely able to hold his head up

• your eldest daughter a football fanatic nonstop talking about the upcoming world cup

• and your middle girl obsessed with all wildlife, and a particular new interest in sea turtles, the answer seemed obvious to you

• hopping online you had one goal and within an afternoon had secured flights to spend the entire summer in australia

• for your family being in australia and not watching the Women’s World Cup would have been a travesty

• so you secured tickets to the first England group game and the final

• within a week of arrival you were all sat in matching jerseys, front row, awaiting the England vs Haiti kick-off

• flags and signs waving in the air ecstatically it was no surprise your littles were noticed

• by the cameras

• but also by the team themselves

• Georgia directed her celebrations first to her family and friends, but secondly to the two young blondes going crazy goalside (aka your daughters)

• after the match all the lionesses made their way around the pitch, spending extra time in the fan section where the four of you collected a number of signatures

• the absolute adoration on the captains face as she caught your eye for the first time was unmissable to her best friend

• Rachel joining her side immediately to distracted and entertain the kids beside you

• having gone through a somewhat recent breakup herself Millie had found herself a bit of a player in recent months

• so when her charm isn't so quick to work with you she falters

• somehow your total oblivion is even more adorably endearing to the older blonde

• it’s not intentional of course, you simply hadn't had enough experience flirting to recognise it

• especially from an International footballer!

• you agree to spend her recovery day with her, knowing just how many irreplaceable memories it'd create for your kids (and maybe you a little too)

• spending the day behind the scenes at australia zoo with the lionesses was more than you could have dreamed

• football for Kolby, animals for Ayla, and twenty-three football players all dotting attention on Lex

• other than exchanging numbers at the end of the day nothing romantic happens that day

• but Millie was unable to ignore her obvious attraction to you

• texts between you becoming increasingly common and tickets to all matches being offered

• it took longer than either would've liked but eventually Millie found a free hour and a teammate willing to babysit

• a sunrise beach walk with coffee in hand was too romantic for even you to ignore the signs of

• somehow you became groupies, discovering the country while following the team to every game

• falling for Millie came surprisingly easily

• watching the way she bonded with your children was heart melting

• and just a glance in your direction had you pinching yourself

• how was this your real life after the shit deal you'd been dealt so far?!

• she felt the same way though, not believing someone like you had walked into her life and xoukd be interested in her

• semi-final celebrations were moments of dreams

• neither of you being found too far away from the other at the after party

• ending the night on the beach, both a little tipsy, laid watching the stars, you finally share your first kiss

• the labels of your relationship not coming at quite as happy a moment

• england had just come second in the world cup and you couldn't be prouder, especially after coming to know the girls personally

• but with captaincy resting on her shoulders Millie couldn’t help but be disappointed in herself, despite her pride team in the as a whole

• finding a quite moment to pull the older girl away from the post-match madness and media you held her as she finally allow the mask to drop

• as you held her crying in your arms you still found her the most beautiful person you'd ever met, you knew you had to make her yours

~~~~~~~~~~

And here it is! The first blurb of the Wag diaries!!

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if being called up to play in England’s 2022 Euros wasn’t rewarding enough

it was also what led you to meet Leah

outside of a rival environment at least

despite playing in the WSL from 16-yrs-old and junior England squads from even younger, the nerves for your first senior call-up were real

having your older sister, Millie, and her vast experience, accompanying you should have been comforting

but the moment she teased you over your stuttered introduction to the skipper you were questioning whether that was true

you’d known each other less than a day before Leah was helping you through a panic attack

and another 48 hours later and you were pulling her out of her own stress spiral 

a moment that happened to lead to a movie playing on her laptop and her head on your chest as she napped

but you accepted that a crush on the England captain was probably not a recommended thing to act on

unfortunately Rachel and Millie (aka your honorary pains in the ass) wouldn’t let it go quite so swiftly

with their encouragement, you found yourself in for some harsh rejection

Leah didn’t feel mid-competition was the right time to begin a relationship 

particularly not with a fellow teammate

despite it being expected, it hurt

as quiet as you tried to keep it the news spread

your camp mums (Lucy, Mary & Jill) finding out particularly fast

the mother hen in them all jumped out, leading Leah to receiving a stern talking to

and maybe some threats

hearing the message loud and clear Leah spent days asking to speak to you

not intending to hurt you, she had just done what she thought was best for both of you

after some incredible, slightly mortifying, begging you finally let her explain

in doing so you realised just how much you’d missed her

enjoying falling into the routine of laughing with and teasing the older blonde

but when Leah let it slip she did feel the same, you have to make a bet

“Oh, so you do like me back, Miss Williamson? Hmmm. That’s not what you said before”

*splutters in response at the cockiness*

“Well in that case how about we make a deal? If we win the Euros you have to take me out. And then we can reconsider this whole girlfriend thing?”

Leah had never found herself so speechless

she was usually the one making bold claims not the other way around 

she liked it

she had to agree

and low and behold you won the euros 

unfortunately the mass introduction of media to both of you following the Euro’s was not healthy for your relationship 

nor was the league rivalry of Arsenal vs. Chelsea when you were both as passionate for your teams as you were

you didn’t even make it to Christmas

but of course that wasn’t the end of your story

as passionate as you were about football you were about each other too

it came down to figuring out a balance 

the realisation came first to Leah when she got injured and the one thing she longed for more than anything was to have you at her side

two weeks later you were playing your dream match-up

a Champions League semi-final, away at Camp Nou

what wasn’t a part of the dream was the part where your sister limped off the pitch, an injury in her knee

and even less dreamlike was the moment where you got barged roughly, mid-save

the shove causing you to land uncomfortably on your shoulder, excruciating pain immediately shooting through your body 

after being rushed to the hospital, you’re told later that evening you had severely torn your rotator cuff

worse than that, you were out of the Champions League

you were out of the game for at least six months according to the doctors

joining the ranks of the England injury gang you spent even more time with Millie

who had happened to be spending a lot more time with Beth Mead

who was of course spending time recovering with Leah

Millie knowing she was likely to be back in time for the World Cup forced you into outings with the Arsenal players

she thought it’d help you process your injury and loss

it only made you hurt more, seeing how distraught Leah was 

and not being able to help

you had more time for these big competitions

even the last one still felt like a fluke to you!

slowly though you returned to the roots of your friendship with Leah

supporting each other when you needed it most

taking it slow this time you worked to build a healthier relationship

you developed good communication and set plans in place for when you were stressed

or competing against each other 

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Hygge

taking pleasure from the presence of gentle, soothing things

Halcyon

Peace and tranquility at is best

Mellifluous

having a smooth rich flow

Amourousness

a feeling of love or fondness

Appetence

intense desire; instinctive inclination

Ramé

something that is both chaotic and joyful at the same time

Redamancy

the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full

Enarmoured

to be filled with love for

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Welcome to WAG Diaries!!

This is fully a late night thought come to fruition but I hope it’s something people enjoy.

It’s essentially a multiverse I have created for partners of a range of WOSO players. I’ll be posting interconnecting imagines, blurbs, and social media edits for all of them.

It’s totally a collaborative process if anyone ever has requests or thoughts to discuss.

I also hope to add other players into the mix but this current but this first six are the ones I currently have established. So no guarantees but feel free to suggest ideas to establish partners for others too.