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goldenwilliamson · 4 months

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hard launch | leah williamson

pairing: leah williamson x reader

a/n: merry christmas!!! enjoy some christmassy awfc fluff x

summary: reader and leah film their parts in the arsenal christmas gifting video. reader receives a gift that shows everyone who's girlfriend she is.

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The Arsenal media team had set up a Christmas tree lined with presents for all the girls to open for a video. You obliged happily, excited about having a present to open before Christmas. Leah however had to be convinced.

"It's bad luck! You can't have us opening gifts before Christmas!" She said, her voice firm.

"Ease up Lee, it's just a little present from the club," you said, rubbing the space between her shoulder blades while silently laughing at your girlfriends commitment to tradition.

"My Mum can't find out about this, she'll have a fit," Leah says, eyeing the tree scornfully.

"Well she might see this video when it goes up," Frimmy says from behind the camera.

You move out of the shot now and watch through the screen of the camera as Leah steps into frame and speaks directly to the lens, "Do I look as awkward as I feel? Because I'm sorry Mum, I don't normally do this before Christmas day, I'm being forced to."

Shaking your head, you and many of the other girls watch on in anticipation as Leah unwraps her gift, and when she pulls out the electric keyboard you all exchange knowing glances. It's no secret that learning piano has been Leah's latest mission, and you more than anyone have been along for the journey. Most evenings now your night was soundtracked by Leah sitting at the piano stool, reading her sheet music and practicing.

When she was preparing for her performance with the BBC orchestra you must have heard her play that Shania Twain song about 200 times before you had to cut her off.

"You've got it Leah, I promise," you had stressed to her.

"I'm just so nervous, I need to know I can do it perfectly!" She demanded, starting to play it again.

"Nope. No. I'm sorry, but I'm cutting you off. It's time for bed," you had said. Even though you were always supportive of her endeavours, you knew she was only stressing herself out with the drive for perfection.

"Baby, please just let me practice it one more time, then bed," she pleaded like a little kid asking for five more minutes of play time.

"Fine. Once more. But I am telling you it's been perfect 98% of the times you've played," you said.

She just waved you away and played it once more all the way through, perfectly of course, and then finally conceded to your request. When you finally crawled into bed together that night you turned towards Leah, murmuring into the darkness.

"I'm starting to get worried that I'll have Shania Twain stuck in my head forever."

Leah giggled but reassured you, "I won't be playing it forever. And trust me, I'm sick of it too."

Now today she was sitting down, playing the little electric keyboard and trying to get everyone to guess what she was playing. You knew straight away it was Adele, because she had played it for you just last night, but it took everyone else a little longer to catch on.

Leah, pleased with her present moved along to allow for the next girls to go through. You stepped in, ready to unwrap your presents with Steph and Kyra, but before you got to pull off the paper one of the Arsenal media people pulled you out.

"We'll get you to open yours on your own, Y/N," they told you. You weren't really sure why, but you trusted their vision and waited for your turn.

When you were finally standing in front of the camera after Steph and Kyra, you felt your present through the wrapping and you could tell that it was a piece of clothing. As you pulled it out, you unfolded it to reveal a t-shirt. And you instantly realised why they'd got you to open it on your own. It seemed to be a fan made t-shirt that had pictures of Leah all over the front as well as LEAH WILLIAMSON printed in large pink block letters running down the side.

You bent over laughing, not even sure if you should show it off to the camera. While you and Leah were officially together, it hadn't really been confirmed publicly. The media team knew that and obviously got you on your own so they could easily leave your clip out of the video.

"Really?" You looked up at the small crew, holding the shirt up next to your face.

Leah, watching on began to laugh now, seeing what you'd been given.

"Best present of the day guys!" She exclaimed.

"So ridiculous," you said as all the girls behind the camera laughed.

"Hard launch," Kyra said, teasing you both.

"Shut up," you smiled, "This won't be going on the Instagram," you said assertively, pointing directly down the barrel of the camera.

"Why don't you put in on, Y/N," Leah suggests.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" You narrow your eyes at your girlfriend, knowing how much of a kick she would get out of seeing you wearing the top, looking like a fan.

"Go on," Steph urges you.

Begrudgingly, you pull your training shirt up over your head, receiving playful wolf whistles from the girls before you pull your new t-shirt down over your body. When it was on you held your arms out, showing it off.

"How do I look?" You said, giving a little spin as the girls clapped for you.

Leah walked over towards you and held onto your waist, admiring herself on your shirt.

"I bet this inflates your ego," you say, seeing the cheeky sparkle in her eyes.

Leah didn't even say anything in response, she just moved to stand next to you, threw her arm around your shoulder in a very platonic manner and posed towards the camera.

"I love meeting fans," she said, smiling at her own joke.

"Ha ha," you said sardonically, rolling your eyes and nudging her away from you.

"We should get a photo of this though," Leah said, pulling her phone out of her pocket and handing it off to Steph who snapped a picture of you both. When you looked back at it Leah wore a very cocky smirk and looked as if you were posing for a photo with your favourite footballer.

Katie stood over your shoulder to peer at the photo, "Oh that's got to go in a photo dump girls."

"I don't think so," you said quickly, leaving it there. Though you did wear the top around for the rest of the day, finding it surprisingly comfortable, until you tucked it away into your bag before heading home.

You had honestly forgotten about it until Christmas Day when you were scrolling on Instagram in bed after the long day of festivities and you saw Leah had tagged you in a photo. She was right next to you sitting on her phone with a smirk on her face.

"What have you posted?" You asked, clicking onto it and swiping through the various Christmas photos until you saw your own bashful face reflected in the photo that Steph had taken of you in the shirt. The caption read, Best time of year (love my fans @Y/N.Y/L/N) x.

Katie McCabe had already liked the post and tagged you in a comment, President of the Leah Williamson fan club aren't ya? @Y/N.Y/L/N.

"Leah!" You said sharply, looking at your girlfriend in disbelief.

"What? It's a great photo," she said.

"You're fuelling the fire," you said, referencing the ongoing speculation online about your relationship.

"So what? I don't care if people know we're together, do you?" Leah said simply.

You realised that you also didn't care, in fact you would be proud for people to know, so you shook your head.

"Of course I don't," you said, reassuring her that you were okay with this.

"Good, then stop being grumpy about the photo," she said, leaning over to give you a kiss.

"It's such a bad photo! I genuinely look like a teenage fan girl," you laughed.

"That's what makes it so great," Leah says, giggling at her ability to annoy you.

You shake your head and pick up your phone again, feeling confident in your relationship with Leah, no longer caring if people know or they don't. This leads you to respond to Katie's comment with two simple words that are enough to send all the fans spiralling over the small confirmation: Hard launch?

#leah williamson #awfc #leah williamson x reader #woso community #woso x reader #arsenal women #woso #lionesses

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lovenona · 4 months

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Hey uh. Ur husband sukuna is fucking bodying everybody. Collect ur mans pls

please forgive him he hasn’t been domesticated yet we’re working on it

#i am holding choice meats going pspspspsps #i am saying pspspsps please stop escaping our electric fence little buddy #letters to adele

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dilemmaontwolegs · 5 months

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Setting Him Free || LN4

Pairing: Lando Norris x gf!reader Summary: You are given a once in a lifetime opportunity and accepted into an elite programme but the price is that it is on the other side of the world - far from where your boyfriend lives. Warnings: 18+ only, angst, implied smut, break up WC: 872 F1 Masterlist || Setting Him Free || Meant To Be || Yours, Always

The letter in your hands trembled, the only sound in the house coming from the crinkle of the paper. Your mouth was dry but your cheeks were wet. This moment had been months in the making and you had thought of every possible outcome, but now that it was here it was harder than the worst that you had imagined.

“Well, what does it say?” You tore your eyes away from your future written in the ink to look at Lando. He already knew, the truth showed in his misted eyes, but he needed to hear the confirmation from your lips.

“I got in.”

The quiet words were absorbed by the apartment you had shared with Lando for three wonderful years. You had thought the day you left this apartment would be when you outgrew it with the future you had planned together. But life was funny that way, when a once in a lifetime opportunity came your way everything changed.

“Congratulations.”

You tried to smile but, like his tone, you couldn’t fake feeling excited in this moment. “Thank you.”

The next week passed slowly as you both tiptoed around the subject of your departure, neither ready to have the conversation that hung like a guillotine above your heads. Lando noticed the small changes around the apartment; the spaces on the walls where pictures were framed, the gaps in the wardrobe where clothes hung, the lack of bobby pins he always complained about. He could feel you slipping away.

“It’s only for a year,” Lando murmured in the dark as you perched on the precipice of sleep. “You’ll come back, right?”

“A year is a long time, Lan.” You reached for the lamp and illuminated the room before rolling over to face him. Dark bags hung under his eyes from the hours he laid awake watching you, wondering how many more opportunities he would get to do something so simple. “I want to say yes, but I don’t know where this opportunity will take me next.”

He rolled onto his back and stared at the shadows in the ceiling. “You could have just lied.”

“You want to play pretend?” you asked softly as you reached for his cheek. “You’re my best friend, Lan. You know me better than anyone.”

He cupped your hand against his face and memorised the way it felt, the warmth that radiated from your skin. “You’re more than just my best friend, and you’ll always be more. We don’t have to pretend that.”

“We do tonight,” you whispered. “Tomorrow…tomorrow is it, I’m going and I don’t want either of us stuck in limbo. A year is a long time, you might fall in love with someone else and I don’t want you to feel guilty for it because I’m not there.” The idea was a heavy weight on your chest and the words tasted bitter in your mouth but it was the truth. “I don’t want you to wait for me.”

Lando took your hand and draped it over his shoulder so he could pull your body closer until you were chest to chest. You could see the promise about to fall from his parted lips but you couldn’t bear to hear it, so you stole the words with a kiss.

Neither of you brought attention to the tears that dampened your cheeks, or that taste of salt on his lips. Neither of you broke the charade of lovers embracing in the small hours of the night.

Dawn came without the call of the gulls in the mariner or the colourful shades of yellows and oranges that usually greeted Monaco. Dawn came in a wash of grey that darkened along the horizon with a gathering storm.

“Aren’t you scared?” he asked, his voice breaking under the strain of the night.

“No, I’m not scared, Lan. Are you?”

He closed his eyes at the lie and just held you tighter as a tear escaped from the corner and hit the pillow loudly, breaking the heavy silence. You thought you were all out of tears, but the well was unending as you felt your own eyes burn once more when he too lied, “No, I’m not scared either.”

You swallowed the words that would make goodbye even harder, but you tasted them thick and sweet like molasses on your tongue. I love you, Lando, and there is some fundamental part of me that will always love you. “I should go.”

You kept a hold of his hand as long as you could while the distance grew, slowly slipping away from each finger as he stretched for you. Curling his fingers, he caught your pinky and held on as long as he could without hurting you, but it too was taken from his grasp. The sound he made when his hand fell limp into the warm space you had left in the bed would echo in the empty chambers of your heart long after you left.

“This is really goodbye isn’t it?” he asked quietly as you froze by the door. “What if I never love again?”

“You will, because you deserve it.” You swallowed the choked sound that threatened to fill the room as you opened the door. “Goodbye, Lando.”

Click here for part two.

#lando norris fanfic #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x you #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #formula one imagine #f1 rpf #Spotify

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unboundprompts · 8 months

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Character Name Ideas that Start With the Letter A

-> feel free to comment suggestions, I'll do my best to add them to the list.

Male:

Alistair

Archer

Asher

Ambrose

Arlo

Adrien

Allen

Arthur

Archie

Ace

Anthony

Andrew

Aaron

Adam

Ayden

Axel

Alejandro

Augustus

Andre

Atticus

Angelo

Apollo

Alvin

Austin

Amos

Ames

Alarick

August

Alexander

Aiden

Austin

Asa

Adler

Ashton

Atlas

Anderson

Ali

Aslan

Ansel

Alec

Abe

Female:

Adelaide "Ada"

Althea

Alexandria

Anne

Addison

Amalia

Amaryllis

Amelia

Abigail

Anneliese "Annie"

Adaline

Adalyn

Alessia

Alexa

Alexis

Ariella

Arabella

Ashley

Aubrey

Ava

Audrey

Alma

Autumn

Alice

Adelle

Agnes

Avril

Adelina

Aurora "Rory"

Aurelia "Aurie"

Alexandryn

Anaïs

Aela

Amber

Abbie

Asha

Aaliyah

Avari

Amari

Alina

Ainsley

Arianna

Acantha

Alana

Angelina

Ariella

Aria

Aleah

Gender-Neutral:

Ari

Avery

Artemis

Aspen

Aiko

Arwen

Ash

August

Asa

Arti

Aida

Asura

Arrow

Addison

Alex/Alix

Andy

Aaryn

Ainsley

Adaire

Aden

Avi

Amor

Azura

Alexi

Akita

#character names #character name ideas #name ideas #name suggestions #name list #character name analysis #oc names #ocs #oc name ideas #writeblr #original character #creative writing

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ardent-reflections · 11 months

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"I am far from you, but I can dream of you."

Victor Hugo, from a letter to Adele Foucher

#victor hugo #literature #poetry #spilled thoughts #lit #quotes #love quotes #poems and quotes #words #my love

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abandonedography · 1 month

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A Well-Preserved Abandoned Time Capsule House

Along a scenic road lies this incredible time capsule house with everything left behind. This large home built in 1956 features interior design elements from the 70s including shag carpeting in the bedrooms, a carpeted wall in the primary bedroom, appliances from the same era, and even an Asian-themed tiki bar/room in the basement. There are several personal items left behind as well from clothing, to photos and even letters from the children to their father.

The Home was owned by a German man named Hans. He was born in 1923, and he married a woman named Emma at a relatively young age. Hans was a school teacher by profession, teaching at a nearby school. He was a hard worker and was always furthering his education, as seen in several certificates found throughout the home. I believe he also had a small business selling renewable energy sources such as solar panels and wind turbines which he operated out of a separate part of the home. In his spare time, he liked to build and maintain his elaborate model train display in the basement.

He and his wife Emma enjoyed travelling and did so often until finally deciding to settle down. They had two children, Adele and Michael. They led an idyllic life for a few years but as time went on cracks began to emerge in the marriage. Emma decided it was time to leave and she moved with their children a couple of hours away from Hans.

Hans moved on and met a woman named Ida. Michael would occasionally send letters to Hans and from what I read, they did not have the best relationship. Michael being very religious, was always optimistic they would see each other during the holidays but from the sounds of the letters, that likely didn't happen. He was also upset about the fact that his father did not call him regularly. In one of the letters Michael said that after a phone call with his father, he was scared to death of visiting him after speaking his mind. Emma did not get along well with her ex husband and this likely played a role in the ability for the children to visit with their father as well.

Life continued on for both families until Hans passed away in 1980, he was only 57. Ida lived in the home until at least 1983 as seen in a handwritten letter from Michael addressed to her. At some point after that, Ida moved to Pennsylvania since she likely had friends/family there. The house has sat abandoned ever since.

Emma passed away a few years ago but I have not been able to find out any information about Adele. Michael however spent a lot of time in school training to work in a religious-related field. He had inherited a strong work ethic from his father, reminiscing about how Saturdays were work days and how that impacted his life. He has since found a very rewarding and successful career in religion.

source - video of the house

#abandoned #time capsule

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psychelis-new · 2 years

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pick a pile: "Letter from your future partner"

take a breathe and choose the photo/number that calls you the most to read a love/encouragement letter (or some messages) from your future partner. Could be your future spouse (the person you're destined to meet and spend a lot of time with) for some of you. Thanks @sayaliii for the suggestion.

don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you.

(photos found on unsplash)

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My love, my little flower, how are you?

Who am I joking, I know how are you. Don't be shy. We're connected. I know what you're up to. I know you're fighting hard against your past, against your shadows, and you're healing. And I cannot explain you how happy and proud I feel about you. I'm trying to do the same with my stuff, so to come clean to you. Be patient for a little more please.

I know life has been harsh with you, too harsh. But don't worry. Keep going on this path, you'll soon find your happiness. And don't be scared of your feelings, don't hold them inside. Don't let them grow too big, especially your fears: you need to be able to control them, my little one. I know you're strong and you can afford anything, but still I want you to know I cannot wait for the day in which I will be able to protect you and care about you as well. And it's gonna be soon, so get ready my dear.

For now, just pay attention while walking your path. And don't forget we're connected, and meant to be. So enjoy doing what you like, cause you feeling happy makes me happy as well. And remember to drink water and care about yourself.

P.s. I loved to meet you in my dreams. Did you like that too?

Until our day,

all my love to you.

(for some: you may first communicate through phone/computer; some of you may have problems related with your feminine caregiver/energy around you; some of you may be into cooking/baking; I think they've experienced almost your same problems in their life, huge mirror energy)

song: set fire to the rain | adele

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Honey, it's me. You know it. You have the power to know it. And feel it. Don't lock me outside for what has been in the past. Let me in. I can warm you up. Let me in. I can make you happy and rich, in all fields. That's all I want to do. That's what I was born for. Look inside yourself, you have all the answers you seek. Start this journey.

I know it's scary when things change and you have no clue about what is going on, and you also have no clue about the person you are becoming, but it's fine. Trust the process. Trust that all you've learnt in the past, and are still learning, will serve you and help you.

Trust our signs as well, don't search for other confirmations: the dreams, the angel numbers, the words we share, and our past together. I know you can feel my energy and recognize it. Follow your guts: when you feel you need to do something or go somewhere, it could be me calling for you. Fate is working for us, to bring us closer asap.

My queen/king, all I want to do is to shower you with love and affection, flirt with you, make you blush. You can try too, but you know it's not that easy to make me blush (smirk).

Remember to stay balanced and don't fear this change. Just embark on this new journey with all you have. I'm here waiting for you, waiting to walk with you.

Your love.

(for some: you may have a telepathic connection with this person; letters T and W and the -next- month of November can be of relevance; many water elements in your charts can be present -could also just be a very emotional connection-; some may have shared a past life or more together, also in Medieval Era; if you feel cold, let them warm you -I mean let their energy in-)

song: hey lou reeds | the servants

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Babe, I love to send you letters and poems. You know it. You inspire me. And you'll know it even better once we'll be together. I'll try to always leave you notes around, to remind you how lovely you are. Cause you are. You're amazing. Far more than you can see.

You're such a strong, creative and brave soul, even those days you think you're far from that. It breaks me that I cannot be by your side yet to remind you about this. Once I'll be there, please let me know your struggles, I want to fight them with you.

I'll bring you pizza, or any other food you want, to cheer you up. I will take you to a concert, or sing for you, or make you a playlist you'll love. I will help you heal. I'll do whatever to nurture you and make you happy, my beautiful one. I want you to not be scared about the future, cause it's gonna be bright. We'll make it so through our words and desires. I will help you change your life, and reach any of your dreams, through my words, and your words. I will help you grow stronger and more confident. As you'll help me. We'll balance each other so well!!

Even being physical together, I promise is gonna be different. I promise I will heal you in whatever way I can. Please keep speaking to me, tell me what you want, and I'll try to make it reality.

(I saw someone kneeling and kiss your hand)

(for some: I feel they'd rather use their words than mine, they were reclutant to let me write and in fact I couldn't really write everything too well; they may be foreign to you; I also got some anxiety from them, and they could be a bit of an overthinker whan it comes to you and how you feel (please talk with them, even when you're upset); color pink, number 3 -house of communications, ugh-, venus and neptune signs could be important; you can be divine counterparts)

song: the kill | 30stm

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My sweetheart, we are two pieces of the same puzzle, don't you think? We fit and complete each other so well... Just keep your mind under control and let me explain.

You know exactly what and who you want to attract in your life, you know it's me, as I know it's you. So keep working on that. Write your desires, don't hide them away, don't feel they're too much. Be bold.

Your wishes are now blocked cause you are in need to make a choice: do you want to take a leap of faith and trust yourself and the Universe, or you just want to keep hurting yourself and let everyone around hurt you? You have the choice, you are in charge.

Know that I am here for you. I will soon make an offer to you, you'll hear from me. You're special, I cannot let you go too far: someone else may take you away from me. But beware, once I'll get to you, you'll have to be sure of what you really want: stay where you are or come with me?

It can be a tough decision, but even a tough decision can bring happiness, not just pain.

Just know that I cannot wait to watch sunsets with you, and sunrises as well. And bite your lips (you look so beautiful when you bite them while you are stressed and thinking about what to do).

I cannot tell you anything else for now, just find your balance and make your mind up about your wishes.

With love and respect.

(for some: they could be foreign to you or live in another city; you may end up marry them; this year or next year can be important for your meeting -it could be related to a job offer btw-; this person is kinda secretive/private, could be important in their field; I almost forgot to channel a song and then I found out I cannot channel a song with lyrics, just music. They really don't wanna tell anything more)

song: release | ken elkinson

#intuitive readings #pick a picture #pick a pile #pick a card #free tarot #intuition #pac reading #pac #pac tarot #tarot reading #intuitive #free tarot reading #free tarot readings #pick a card readings #pick a pile readings #divination #psychic readings #psychic

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skipper1331 · 9 months

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Love from afar // Jessie Fleming

a/n: based off this request. I hope you like it!

Studying in a foreign country was difficult, you had to leave your home, your comfort zone. You didn't know anyone, you didn't know your surroundings, everything was just so different. It scared you and the first few months were hell but when you met the football team it got better. You started to feel comfortable, even meeting up with them. They became your friends. And then there was Jessie. The sweet canadian whose face was covered in freckles. She was by far the person you felt most comfortable around. With her calm nature she broke down your walls and crept her way into your heart. She was more than a friend. When you were around her, your heart would race, every touch would make you weak and every smile would follow you in to your dreams. Each day became more bearable when she was there. She reminded you early on when you had to turn a paper in, she went through your checklist for away games and she would ask if you called your family.

She was your anchor in the sea.

You fell in love with, how couldn‘t you? She was more than perfect. Every goal you scored was dedicated to her, you even had a special celebration that was only dedicated to her (she didn't know that though). The two of you were inseparable, for other eyes you were just best friends, towards each other you were best friends but secretly you both wanted more.

At some point during your time at UCLA you wanted to tell her. You wanted to tell her that you‘re in love with her yet you never did so you loved from afar.

After you graduated, the canadian moved to London, having the opportunity to play for Chelsea while you transeferred to Eintracht Frankfurt.

Jess had already left the country before you even got the chance to say goodbye to her but she left you something. She couldn‘t just leave you.

It was at your last day at UCLA when a mutual friend of yours handed you a box. "What‘s that?" you asked, the box kind of heavy. "Open it when you‘re alone"

"Okay?" Confusion was written on your face.

Finally, finding some free time you opened the box. The first thing you saw was an envelope with your name on it. Jessies handwriting.

My dearest y/n,

First of all, I want to apologize for not saying goodbye to you in person but it would have been too difficult. My heart couldn't have taken it. When you're reading this, I'm probably in the plane or have landed in England already.

I want you to know that it was my greatest honor to play alongside you. You are a wonderful person and I wish nothing but the best for you. (Ha. Adele reference, I know she’s your favorite.)

Under this letter are 6 journals. They are all fully prepared, all you have to do is tick the boxes If you’ve done one of your tasks, write down the date and score. I know you don‘t like changes so I thought this might help you.

Go smash it in Germany! You can do it.

I‘ll love you from afar.

May we meet again. (the 100 reference, your favorite show. I know you too well)

Sincerely,

Jessie

Wow. Tears streamed down your face as you read the note over and over again. You looked through each journal, Jess hadn‘t forgotten one thing. In there where all the things she reminded you to do.

4 years later

You made a name for yourself in the German league. Top scorer, shot bangers (you still had the same goal celebration as it was at UCLA - you loved her from afar) against clubs like Bayern Munich or Wolfsburg and were even considered as one of the nicest players.

Despite the fact that you and Jess were no longer in contact, you still kept an eye on each others career. When Jessie had the time, she would watch your matches or at least the hightlights of it. The same as you did. She was so proud of you. She loved you from afar.

But your time at Frankfurt came to an end. You wanted something different so when the offer from Arsenal came you didn‘t say no. You wanted this. You left Frankfurt with a heavy heart, but promised to keep in touch with Laura Freigang and your other teammates. They made Germany a home for you and you‘ll be forever grateful for that.

At Arsenal you were greeted with open arms, knowing already a few people due international duty. Jess knew about the transfer, you were in the same city as her, of course she knew. Her fingers hovered over your contact so many times, just a click away from calling you. She had also typed a message several times but never sent it. She was too shy. You had loads of fans now and got the recognition you deserved, it didn‘t feel right to text you out of nowhere.

Again, she loved you from afar.

Media wasn‘t something you enjoyed fully but it wasn‘t that bad either. Arsenal fans should have the chance to get to know you. You did welcome videos for them to post on social media and had some photoshoots. To be honest, you couldn‘t keep track but you could remember one specific filmed video. It was a Q&A and there was this one question which made you think.

"You've played in several countries, right?"

"Yes. As a kid I played in my home country, then I played in the United States and after that in Germany."

"Different countries, different languages, what helped you to adapt?" You thought about the question for a minute.

"To be honest, the question is more a who question instead of a what question" you smiled, people always appreciated your honesty. "I hated change, it made me anxious and because of that I forgot a lot of things. So, coming back to your question: an old friend of mine. She‘s a mastermind. She reminded me to do this and that or wether I had packed this and that. When we parted ways, she still made sure I didn't forget anything. She prepared some journals for me where I only had to tick the boxes."

After the interview you had to see Jess. It just reminded you how important she was to you, even if you hadn't seen each other for years. A part of her was always with you. You loved her from afar.

You

I need to see you.

Immediately her reply came.

Jess🧠

Where and when?

You

20min.

You texted her the location of a small café which you discovered at your first day in London. 8 minutes early, you sat down at a table in the corner, shielded from the other tables yet with a perfect view to the door. Perfect on time, your lost love entered the café, she looked breathtaking. As she felt some eyes on her which turned out to be yours she walked towards your table, neither of you breaking eye contact. "Jess" you breathed, almost inaudible while you stood up, only an arm length away from her. The urge to touch was her massiv. Was this real? Was she really in front of you. Instead of touching her, you touched your neck, nervously scratching it. "You look beautiful" you blurted out, not being able to think straight in her proximity. Scanning your face, she launched forward to hug you. She held you like her life depended on it, afraid the moment she would open your eyes, you wouldn‘t be there anymore. After what felt like eternity, you pulled apart "Take a seat?" you asked which she did. At first it was weird between you both. You had so much to say but didn‘t know how but as the barrier was broken you talked about everything that happened in life. Neither of you mentioned the journals or the way things ended, it was just the two of you in your own little world. The world you created years ago. You sat in the café until it closed yet the evening wasn‘t over yet. Walking through the streets of London, Jess showed you around. "And that‘s were I live" the brunette pointed to door where you stood in front of. "Can I see you again?" you questioned the slightly smaller woman as you placed a loose hair strand behind her ear. The last four years haven‘t been enough to get over her. She just had to look at you and you would have weak knees, a racing heart. Again. "Tomorrow?"

The canadian and you met up nearly every day. Both of you happier, having each other close but just like in the old days, nobody said anything about the feelings for one another.

It wasn‘t until derby day.

The game was pretty intense and the score was still nil-nil which made everyone more desperate to score. Your team was up for a corner kick as Ann-Kathrin Berger, the Chelsea keeper, kept her goal clean. As you stood near the back post Katie took her shot. You remember jumping and then something nasty hitting your face before you hit the ground. You groaned in pain, liquid running down your face. Your head was aching while you felt dizzy. "Y/n!" soft hands grabbed your face as the owners eyes examined the wound. "You look so beautiful" you admitted sheepishly. "Can I count your freckles?" The studs of Erin Cuthbert had hit you pretty bad as you babbled gibberish. When the medic team came they immediately took you of the field to bandage your head.

Steph laid you down on the couch after she drove you home. You didn‘t talk nonesense anymore but the medic team ordered you to rest for a few days. "Thank you Stephsteph" you waved as she left your apartment, meeting a specific canadian at your door. "How are you feeling?" the blue asked as she entered your living room. "My head hurts but i‘m fine, now" you smiled at her while she took a seat beside your resting figure "i‘m glad"

She stayed the night and the night after that just to be sure you‘re alright. "Jess, i‘m alright" you whined as started to cook again for you "I know but I love to cook for you" your arms looped around her waist as you turned her around. "Four years isn‘t enough time to get over you," you admitted, resting your forehead against yours "I love you. I‘ve loved you since we were at UCLA"

"What?"

The freckled girl pulled her head away, staring in your eyes. Your body tensed, arms loosening its grip around her waist. "I still have your letter and the journals, they helped me a lot." scratching your neck out of habit. You took steps back, leaving her some space since she didn‘t reply to your confession. Her voice full of shock while she asked, "You love me?"

"Yes"

Within the seconds Jessie recovered from her shocked state as she pulled you down by your collar, pushing her lips against yours. Out of reflex you grabbed her hips, pulling her body against yours.

Your kiss was full of passion; it told its own story about the hidden feelings, the missing and the loving from afar.

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