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#Kadeisha Buchanan
zwedexx · 2 months
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Worst Women’s Football Fans IMO but I’m fine with having a target on my head
Possessive Australian Arsenal Fans, specifically the ones who think the Aussies should be starting every game and playing it til the end and are mad when Caitlin Foord doesn’t start. Look KCC and Catley, underrated as fuck and need more playing time but Foord can have a break, we have other class wingers.
Chelsea fans that shit on players for having one bad game.
English Bias Chelsea fans. Jess Carter can play so bad it looks like she’s never played in her life but it’s just a bad game but if Kadeisha Buchanan has a mediocre game then she’s just a shit player. Lemme just say this… which one has won the UWCL 5 times and their country’s POTY 3 times.
Young Barcelona Fans who attend each game and sit in the front seats and heckle the players.
‘USA is the best’ fans
THE ‘I don’t care abt football just the players and their relationships’ fans
Lionesses fans that don’t acknowledge that the English Bias exists
Real Madrid fans that think Olga Carmona should be in the TOTY/Ballon d’Or or GOAT conversation
Chelsea fans who make fun of Jessie for causing the PK against Real Madrid in the UWCL when they know full well that it was a BS call.
Chelsea fans who don’t understand why players might want to leave their club if they aren’t getting any playing time.
Most Old Male Man UTD fans, they all give such toxic vibes and shit on everyone and everything.
General Football fans that don’t think Christine Sinclair should be in the GOAT conversation because she wasn't ‘memorable’. Just because she wasn’t flashy, didn't showboat and chose not to be on camera doesn’t mean she’s not the GOAT. 190 is 190 and no one currently playing has come close.
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tomorowisjustamystery · 2 months
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Oh my Blues…
Alsu, Jessie, Niamh and Pernille now all have the same number 21
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wosowrites · 9 months
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Jessie Fleming (In Front of the Camera)
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warnings: none
prompt: in which you and jessie have a day of picture taking which makes jessie nervous
a/n: she. looked. amazing. holy. cow.
Jessie was a behind the camera girl. You were an in front of the camera girl. She was the one behind all the amazing pictures on your instagram feed. But you loved taking pictures of her. You thought she was perfect, amazing, beautiful… and you never felt more lucky then when you read comments under a post of hers. People loved her, fangirled over her, but she was all yours. You were all hers.
"I just don’t get why they want me to be in the photoshoot. I would rather be taking the pictures, they know that," she complained, sitting on her couch sipping a cup of coffee. "Because, people love you. They love seeing you. And also you look… amazing. Literally perfect on camera," you said to her, walking in the kitchen and putting together things for a salad bowl. "People love you. They like seeing you, y/n and you’re the most beautiful person ever. All they need in the shoot is you. But they also got… Keish, and Millie. Z, Sam, Lauren, Reanna and Ashanti and then people from the men’s team. What do I add to the group?" She asked you. "Beauty, perfection-" you started listing before Jessie cut you off.
"Oh shush. They got all that from you," she rolled her eyes.
You abandoned the ingredients in the kitchen and walked over to her, sitting in front of her on the couch. "Baby. You don’t go on social media but man the people on there absolutely love you. I see edits of you and people commenting on your perfection. And I know it’s not because you’re insecure it’s just because you hate being the center of attention but it’s just one shoot my love," you said.
She held eye contact with you for a bit, smiling slightly. "Okay. But I want to be with you in the pictures. Not just me," she begged.
You smiled at her and leaned in to her gently, your lips connecting sweetly for a few seconds. "Supper’s ready," you said with a smile, standing up and letting her follow you to the kitchen.
The next morning you woke up at 8:00 am. Jessie’s hair was spread wildly over her pillow, her eyes closed, her freckles even more visibly due to the bright summer sun. You watched her, gently brushing your fingers through her hair, being soft enough to make sure she didn’t wake up. You knew the second she woke up that her brain would be filled with worries of the upcoming photoshoot and you wanted to make sure her mind stayed peaceful for as long as possible.
You delicately moved the covers off of yourself and slipped out of bed. You were wearing a big tee shirt that Jessie had accidentally ordered in XXL, the same shirt that was the butt of most of your jokes towards her. You walked into the kitchen and got started on coffee and then on some bowls of yogurt with fruit, granola and honey. You put it all on a tray and brought it to her in bed.
By the time you were in your room, she was sat up in your bed on her phone.
"Morning baby," she said to you, putting her phone down and smiling widely. "Morning, you look… oddly peaceful," you said, placing the tray on her lap and kissing her quickly. "Why wouldn’t I? And what’s the breakfast in bed for?" she asked after kissing you back. "The photoshoot…" you said gently.
"Oh shit. I forgot," she groaned, throwing her head back. "My love, it’s going to be okay. You wake up looking how most people do after an hour of getting ready. You’re gonna be fine, I love you," you said to her, giving her the most reassuring look ever.
"Have I ever told you how much I love you," she smiled. "Hmm… maybe not enough," you smiled.
"Well let me tell you then, because this breakfast looks good but you look even better," she smiled. "Okay you flirt. Not now. You need to eat," you laughed. "Boo," she pouted.
After breakfast, it was straight to getting dressed. You put on sweatshorts and a hoodie as it was a chillier summer day in London. You also didn’t have a lot of loose clothes left as you were both packing to go Down Under.
You showered, washed your face, and covered some blemishes with concealer before getting dressed. Jessie put on a similar outfit and tied her hair up.
"Let it loose," you said as you looked at her through the mirror. Jessie looked back at you an pulled the hair tie out of her hair. You stood behind her, looking over her head at her through the glass due to your height difference. You gently smoothed out her hair and tucked it behind her ears before kissing her cheek. "Ready to go?"
At Cobahm, the main area had been redecorated. They had installed a fake wall with pictures of Chelsea through the ages. There was a black leather couch pushed against it and a yellow curtain that didn’t have a widow behind it was hung up on the wall. They had an area full of props, phones from the 90’s, old radios and then a rack full of the new kits with tags with everyone’s name on it.
There were then separate sets with different colour walls, different pictures and chairs with yellow and grey pillows. There were a bunch of people on set. Photographers, media designers, icons like Dennis Wise and Roberto Di Matteo were already taking pictures.
You met with the rest of the people in the same photoshoot as you, talked to the photographers and then they started figuring out who went where.
"Okay. We can play this two ways. Split up the people who are seen together constantly, so moving Zecira, Jessie and y/n away from each other. Or we keep the groups together. But I think the first idea is better," the photographer said to the group. "Not the latter. Mixing it up is better," the other photographer answered.
They then spent the next twenty minutes trying to figure out who goes where. You could tell within five minutes Jessie was getting tired of this already. But after a bit, they figured it out. "Yes. Yes this is it. Y/n between Keish and Z is what it’s gonna be. Okay. Perfect. Pose!"
Sam and Keish threw up peace signs, Lauren leaned on Millie as instructed by the photographers. Everyone was doing their own thing for the camera. "Okay, good. Let’s try Jessie and y/n beside each other. Look at one another, smile… yeah beautiful!"
"It’s over now, right?" Jessie said after the group photos were done. She whispered it to you but the photographer heard. "Eager now aren’t you?" she laughed. "And sorry but it’s not. Individual pictures now," she smiled before walking off.
"She’s kidding right," Jessie said. "Uhm… listen i’m sorry I made them not tell you I just didn’t want you to stress out all day," you said. "Y/n…" she groaned, dragging out your name. "I’m sorry, i’m sorry," you said. "It’s okay. I get it. But you owe me a huge meal from Joe and the Juice," she bargained. "Deal,"
They then announced the order of the shoot. Jessie and Sam would be photographed where the group picture had been taken with the yellow curtain as a backdrop. Millie, Z and Keish had been assigned to a large wall with pictures of the clubs highlights which Jessie would go to later while you and Lauren were sent off to a pink backdrop.
"Ready LJ?" you asked. "Come on now. You know the cameras out thinggg," she winked, slinging her arm around your shoulder.
The photographer loved you. You were a natural. Your poses were natural, your fake laughs seemed all too real. Quicker than ever, you were done.
You walked over to where Jessie was taking a picture with an old white phone from the 90’s (the theme of the shoot) and looking at it weird. She looked beautiful for someone who posted a picture with herself in it once every 5 months.
You filmed her discreetly as she laughed at her own awkwardness and posed again.
"Y/n! Photo wall please!" the photography director called. At the sound of your name, Jessie’s head turned to look at you. You smiled at her lovingly and winked. "You’re doing amazing," you mouthed before giving her a thumbs up.
You then turned around and walked over to the other set up where they made you change into another jersey. You sat on the couch, crossing your legs and leaning into the corner of the couch with your arms on the back of the piece of furniture.
They guided you enough the shoot, the poses and the facial expressions you should be wearing before letting you go. "You’re done!" he said after he snapped a few pictures.
You smiled at him and let out a breath, you couldn’t wait to take off these jeans and runners and put your sweatsuit back on, to get into the car with your girlfriend and buy her whatever she wanted before cuddling up on the couch and watching a movie.
But your girlfriend still had a few more solo pics to do and she was getting tired.
She sat on the couch you were just on as the photographer put on a special lense on the camera. He snapped a few pics but she was unfocused and her gaze kept on glancing to you. You were leaning against a chair and tapping away on your phone.
"Fleming, over here?" the photographer said, looking over to where she was looking. "What? Oh. Yeah sorry," she said. "Do you want her in the pictures? Would that be better?" he asked, trying to accommodate Jessie. "Yes. Is that a possibility because that would be so much better," she exhaled. "Yeah, let’s get her over," he said, smiling at Jessie.
He sent over the other photographer, the woman to get you. "Hey, can you be in a couple more pictures. Jessie is just distracted and clearly wants to go so maybe if you were with her it would be easier." she pitched.
"Oh yeah of course," you said, dropping your bag with your clothes after putting your phone in it.
You hurried over to Jessie and let yourself fall onto the couch. You layer your head in her lap and smiled up at you. This was probably the most PDA you had ever done on camera, but Jessie seems relaxed, comfortable, happy.
You weren’t exactly public. People knew you were dating, but you had never launched it. You had never said "this is my girlfriend, Jessie Fleming" even though you wanted too so badly. People just knew, and that was enough for you and for Jessie. Or so you thought…
You left Cobham beyond excited to see the pictures that had been taken, but also nervous from the proposition you wanted to ask Jessie. You got into your car and turned on the engine. "You looked beautiful," Jessie said to you, watching you concentrate on the road ahead of you. "Says you, baby" you smiled, taking your eyes off the road to check her out.
"But…" she said, reading you immediately. "There’s no but. What makes you think there’s a but? Why would there be a but? I mean you did look beautiful and you’re all I need but- I mean no there’s no but! Fuck," you rant, ending your sentence with a groan. You felt your eyes tearing up and you didn’t even know why. You fixated on the road.
Jessie put her hand on your thigh and looked at you with concern. "Baby, hey what is it. What is happening right now? Tell me my love," she said to you, ushering you to pull over.
You did and leaned your head against the head rest. "All I need in the world is to be with you. For me to be yours. That’s all i’ve ever needed and wanted, you hear me?" you started off by saying, wanting her to hear you loud and clear. "I hear you. I hear you y/n/n," she said, "look at me honey," Jessie said, gently making you look into her eyes with her hand.
"I want the public to know about us. I’m not saying kiss in public, or even hold hands on camera. And like- I don’t want to make a whole post about us being together but- look Sam took this video she sent to me a couple minutes ago," you said, pulling out your phone.
You clicked on Sam’s profile on your text message app and opened the video. You were lying on Jessie’s lap and she brushed a strand of hair out of your mouth. You laughed and kissed her hand before she jokingly said ew and wiped her hands all over your stomach. You squealed and then pinched her nose gently before looking at the camera and smiling.
The video cut off and Jessie looked at you. "I want people to see it. I want to caption it… my love or something stupid and yucky and cheesy. Something you would hate. But you don’t even have to see it because i’ll post it on my story and then ditch instagram for a week," you said to her, looking into the comfort of her eyes.
"Okay," she said.
And it wasn’t a reluctant okay. It wasn’t a "I want what you want even though I don’t really want that" okay. It was an "I love you and I don’t care about what people think" okay.
"Really?" you asked, a small smile forming on your face. "Yes. Yes 100%. I just want you to be happy. And clearly you are but if this makes you even more happy then… sure," she smiled.
You had never kissed her so hard and so softly at the same time.
Once you got home, you change into a sweatsuit and sat down on the couch. Jessie curled up beside you, her head on your shoulder and watched your phone. You opened instagram, selected the video and thought what to type out.
my lovely girl ♾️❤️
And then it was posted, and the confirmation that you were Jessie’s was out to the world. You threw your phone aside and looked down at Jessie. The fingers on your left hand brushed through her hair, your fingers on the right hand traced over her stomach. "This is scary," she said. "It is. But i’m with you. And I’m never leaving," you said to her gently.
Jessie pulled her phone out and went to your story. She reposted it. "You never post stories, Jess," you said, looking at her. "Yeah. But this is a team thing. It’s you and me, we’re the team," she said.
She put a pink smiley sticker and posted it onto her story. To the public eye it didn’t seem like a lot, but to you, you knew how much it meant.
Jessie closed her phone and placed it on the table beside the couch.
"I think this is good," she smiled.
You smiled back and leaned your head on hers. "You mean everything to me baby, I love you," you whispered to her.
You broke social media.
All your friends were texting you, freaking out that you went public. People were tagging you in posts on instagram and edits on tiktok. It was insane what the launch of your relationship made.
But there was also the hate. The hate of the confirmation of yours and jessie’s queerness. Jessie was never on social media, so she didn’t see any of it. The realization that you didn’t live in some happy little gay bubble and that there actually was homophobia in this world hit you like a truck. But through that, Jessie was there.
Jessie was just always there.
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jessieflemingsgf · 11 months
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oh i am going INSANE!!!!!
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chelseafcwmemes · 10 months
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It’s been a rough season but here we are
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Their back everybody 🇨🇦
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pernillecfcw · 12 days
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Painting the town blue 💙🖌️
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justbackgroundnoise · 8 months
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I just love them so much.
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letabbyfight · 8 months
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i love them
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glimmerofawesome · 2 months
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redleaframble · 8 months
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THIS VIDEO IS PURE GOLD!!!
I don't think I've ever died from laughing so many times before in such a short amount of time!
If you're a Canada fan who is still sad/upset/worried/stressed/frustrated after their opening match, watching this will definitely improve your mood!
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thesoccerfan · 9 months
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Ready for it?
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tomorowisjustamystery · 3 months
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I think Zecira is exited to go to Sweden
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woso-photography · 5 months
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Aston Villa v Chelsea | 4th November 2023
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morgan harlow: bescot stadium, aston villa v chelsea
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teamhardersson · 10 months
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🥰☺️��
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chelseafcwmemes · 1 year
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