#muse: Alessia
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A little over a year has passed since my old life ended, since I died and was reborn. The shadows remain, but only to give contrast to the light. I am no longer a distaff impersonation of someone else — I’m me, more me than I have ever been. I embrace it, and the light.
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“BABY. Sweetheart. Love muffin. Come on. You know it doesn’t mean anything. It was just a bit of schmoozin’. She called me Richard, for fucks sake.”
#amurderofcrxws: feat. alessia cirrilo#amurderofcrxws#muse: richard o'riley#i’m finally getting on this idea i’m sorry it took me a billion years
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Hot take: I actually think the argument in “The Talos Mistake” is a good one, and I kind of wish that it could be true.
The shrines to Talos work, so it’s probably not true, Talos really is a god, but I kind of hate that it happened.
#Musings#Reman never became a god#Alessia isn't a god#why does Tiber Septim#Seriously that makes no sense#The Thalmor are nazis but I just don't care about the Talos thing#Like fuck you Ulfric that's a stupid reason to start a civil war#The Elder Scrolls#Anti-Talos
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you think this is a joke ? (for Finn)
Truth be told, seldom was funny for Finn. A joke here and there by Kol once in a blue moon, or Maybe Elijah putting Klaus in his place, but seldom else. "I don't know, does this appear to be a face of amusement? Maybe after all this time I've lost my ability to properly discern emotions."
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My Emotional Choice of Songs
I tremble at the thought of confining the vast universe of music to a single sentence or choosing a favorite song from the countless masterpieces crafted by talented musicians. In a world where melodies dance in harmony with emotions, how can one possibly select a solitary life soundtrack? Yet, amidst this musical abundance, there are certain songs that have woven their way into the very fabric…
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#A Million Reasons#Alessia Cara#Chris Blue#Here&039;s Your Perfect#I Quit Drinking#Jamie Miller#Kelsea Ballerini#Lady Gaga#Lany#Music#Musings#Out of Love#The Voice USA#Tracks of My Tears#unsaid feelings#Writer#Writing
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musings on oranges
Alessia Di Cesare, Romero Barros, Wendy Cope, David Stevenson, Rebecca O’Connor, Andrea Kantrowitz, Nina LaCour, Augustin Rouart, Ocean Vuong, Chris Krupinski, Wendy Cope, Mickie Acierno, Jacques Prévert, Robert Spear Dunning, Wendy Cope
buy me a coffee
#oranges#web weavings#quotes#literature#art parallels#paralells#art#poetry#poems#clementines#food as a love language#wendy cope#ocean vuong#romantic academia#light academia#classic literature
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That's How You Know It's Home
Lia Wälti x Russo!Reader
Word Count: 938
The Thing About Families (Part One) // And The Things You'd Do (Part Two)
[WOSO Masterlist]
You’re comfortable when you wake. Your face is tucked into a neck, a warm body pressed to your front, fingers gently sifting through your hair.
You let out a happy hum, the gentle massage doing wonders for your pounding head.
Rarely finding the ability to wake at your own leisure, this is one of the only positive things about finding yourself out with a cold. It’s been only two days, but you’re already finding yourself replenished by the extra hours of sleep.
Another happy noise comes out of your mouth when the hand finds a particularly tender spot on your head. You’re slowly drifting back off to sleep when soft musings hit your ears.
“You’re cuddly when you don’t feel good.”
It’s almost comical the speed at which you throw yourself backwards at the sound of the voice.
A familiar blonde gives you a toothy grin from across the bed, fingers fluttering in a mini wave.
“Alessia, what are you doing here?” you groan, fixing your sister with a glare before smashing your pillow across your face. If you try hard enough you might just be able to smother yourself to death.
Deft fingers think otherwise, quick to lift the cushion off your face.
“I’m here to provide the best care for my favorite sister, of course.”
“I’m your only sister.”
Alessia shrugs. “My point still stands.”
When you finally muster up the strength to get out of your bed, it’s almost as if you’re transported 20 years into the past. You can’t seem to take a step without the shadow of your sister following after you. It starts with your trip to the closet. You don’t think much about Alessia trailing you to grab a change of clothes, but then she bumps into you at least five times as you try to pull your jumper on.
It only gets worse when you try to make your way to the bathroom. It’s already hard enough to ignore the eyes burning into your face through the mirror as you try to brush your teeth, but the crux of your issues comes when you try to give her the hint to give you space, heavily implying she might be more comfortable waiting on your bed only to be hit with a simple “no thank you, I’m fine here!”
When it looks like she’s going to follow you into the shower you finally put your foot down.
“I’m sick, not invalid. Let me shower in peace.”
“With Lia out on injury and you being… you,” Alessia ducks to avoid your swatting hand, “we weren’t going to take any chances.”
It takes a minute for you to digest what exactly she’s telling you. And when it sinks in, you know you’re going to regret asking the clarifying question. “We?”
Lia’s waiting in the living room when you and Alessia eventually leave the bedroom.
You’re relieved at first to see your girlfriend hasn’t drifted far, but the good feelings are quick to dissipate at the sight of a familiar menace sitting on her other side.
“Don’t you have a home? Or other Aussies to bother?”
Kyra sticks her tongue out at you, shuffling closer to Lia’s side.
You give Lia a look but she shrugs. “They brought us pastries.”
“From that place across the stadium?” you raise your eyebrow, noting the logo on the bag set upon the table.
Alessia presses a chocolate croissant in your hand, a kiss against your check, and then slides right into a spot next to Kyra on the couch. “Like I said, anything for my favorite sister.”
You eye the pastry with distrust but begrudgingly take a bite when Lia gives you her perfected ‘mom’ look. “Let me guess. Kim sent the two of you?”
Your sister scoffs. “I take offense to your tone of voice.”
Alessia falters at the look you give her. Kyra receives an elbow from the forward, something which she responds to with a hard shove. Alessia goes tumbling to the ground, but not before Kyra tries to give you an innocent smile. “Leah sent us!”
Instantly you’re choking, hacking through your mouthful of croissant. Lia gives you a comforting rub on the back, but it does little to soothe your racing heart.
“Relax babe. Katie sent them.”
“And that’s supposed to make me feel better?”
With a nod from Lia, both Alessia and Kyra go scurrying to your kitchen. You’re too drained to even question what they’re up to, eager to cuddle into the arms that Lia opens for you.
Lia drops her voice when you get near, making sure she can’t be overheard by the other two. “Don’t tell your sister, but we’re supposed to babysit the two of them. Captain’s order.”
You’re not sure if you’ve heard her correctly, but the grimace on Lia’s face is all you need to know you’ve heard her exactly right. “Babysit?! Babe, you’re injured, I’m sick. Together we’re like half a person at most. How in the world are we supposed to supervise these hyperactive children?”
As if to prove your point, something loud crashes in the kitchen, instantly followed by bickering from the two younger girls.
“Look what you’ve done!” Alessia hisses.
“What I’ve done? You spilled the flour!”
It doesn’t even take a minute before Lia’s sighing and pulling out her phone. “I’ll get some reinforcements.”
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When you open the door half an hour later to see your vice captain, you almost slam the door in her face.
“Lia! Adding another child for us to babysit is the opposite of helping!”
In her defense, Leah doesn’t look happy to be here either.
#lia walti x reader#lia walti imagine#alessia russo x reader#alessia russo imagine#kyra cooney cross x reader#kyra cooney cross imagine#woso x reader#woso imagine#Ace writes
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Muse II
Alessia Russo x Popstar!Reader
Summary: You attend one of Alessia's matches
"Russo...Russo! Russo! For god's sake, Russo!"
Alessia grinned to herself before turning to look at Katie.
The stadium was barely half full but there was enough chatter and excitement to make it seem like it was packed twenty times over.
You were up on the big screen, a shy smile on your face as you waved for the camera. Underneath your smiling face was a title banner emblazoned 'y/n l/n, International Pop Sensation'.
"What?" She laughed.
"What d'you mean, 'what'?" Katie crossed her arms over her chest as they ran through their warm ups. "Your girl's up there. Think you can introduce us?"
"Why?" Alessia teased," Have you got a crush, Macca?"
"Pssh!" Katie shoved her with an eye roll. "Nah, I ain't stealin' your missus but my little sister's a big fan. Reckon I can make her jealous by snapping a pic of me and your girl."
"After the match," Alessia laughed," She'll end up on the pitch one way or another. She can probably be convinced to send your sister a video messaged. She's a sweetie like that."
Katie raised a brow in silent judgement as she threw an arm over Alessia's shoulder. "God, you've got it bad, Russo. Who knew you were such a snap?"
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Periodically, the overhead camera would switch to you.
It brought a smile to Alessia's face whenever she saw you. It boosted her even more when it switched to you when she had the ball - a look of absolute joy and wonder on your face as you screamed something that the camera couldn't pick up.
"Come on, Russo!" Katie yelled," Stop staring at your missus. She's not going anywhere!"
Alessia laughed, looking back at the big screen one last time before following Katie to the other side of the pitch.
The next time she had the ball in her possession, it was a struggle not to look at the screen, knowing that your face would be on it - cameras loved you, after all.
The ball was at her feet and she weaved between defending players like it was easy, sending the ball to the top left corner and straight passed the keeper's outstretched hands.
The rest of the team joined her in celebration a fraction of a second later and Alessia finally dared to look up at you.
You were going crazy - standing on you seat, screaming and clapping in a way that was definitely going to make you hoarse in the throat tomorrow morning.
Your shoulders were moving side to side in celebration as you jumped up and down. You turned to speak to whoever was next to you (either your bodyguard or manager, Alessia didn't really care) and the camera caught the number '23' and surname 'Russo' on the back of your Arsenal jersey, making it very clear who you were here to support.
"Jesus," Katie said when she followed Alessia's eye roll," I thought dating her meant you weren't meant to get star struck. Careful there, Russo, or the whole world will know what an utter simp you are."
Alessia rolled her eyes. "Do you even know what that means?"
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The results of the match ended with a very healthy four-nil win to Arsenal and Alessia was hyped up on adrenaline even though she had just played the full ninety minutes.
She rocked back and forth on her heels as she waited for you to make your way onto the pitch, busying herself with signing a few jerseys and posters as she waited.
You had disappeared off the big screen at some point into extra time, your seat remaining empty but Alessia knew it was only a matter of time before you appeared by her side.
She was acutely aware of the camera following her when she caught sight of you walking through the tunnel, not focussing on anything but her.
You collided in a mess of limbs and hair as arms looped around your waist and lifted you into the air, spinning enough times that you had to wrap your arms around the back of her neck to stay upright.
"Hi, Lessi," You said softly when you were placed back on your feet," I missed you."
"Missed you too," Lessi replied, although her words were muted by the way she had buried her face in your hair. She pulled away with a lopsided grin. "Did you see my goal? Did you see it?"
"I did see it," You replied," Absolutely stunning, Lessi baby. Keep scoring goals like that and you'll end up in another song."
"She's in all your songs," The final member of UNC-squad said with an eye roll.
"Not all of them!" You protested but the pointed look from Lotte had you wilting. "It's true! She's not in all of them! Some of them are about my family!"
"How many is that? One or two?" Lotte laughed.
You huffed in annoyance but still welcomed the hug she gave you.
The camera had been firmly on the three of your for a while now but it seemed none of you cared - even though the lingering crowd screamed their approval every time Alessia dipped down to steal a kiss as you spoke to Lotte.
"Ew," Katie said as she approached as well, nose wrinkled in disgust," You and the missus are disgutin', Russo. You always sucking face with her or what?"
"They were worse at UNC," Lotte said," All those hormones and no parental supervision. I had to make a rota saying when they were allowed to make out with each other otherwise they both would have flunked out."
"Stop airing out private information, Lotte!" You said, face slowly heating up in embarrassment. You couldn't even look up at the big screen, not wanting to see your blushing face. "Can't we talk about something else?"
"Oh!" Lessi said, stealing another kiss," Macca wants a picture with you to make her sister jealous!"
You grinned. "That I can do. I can do video message to her, if you want, McCabe. I've got a tour coming up too. Could probably swing some VIP tickets for her, if she wants."
"Jesus, Russo. Your missus is probably a bigger sweetie than you said."
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C’s MASTERLIST
DE ORANJE LEEUWINNEN
☆ Esmee Brugts x Reader
that stupid smile of hers I
that stupid smile of her II
☆ Victoria Pelova x Reader
relationship launch, socials I
relationship launch, socials II
fuck you, stargirl
shadows are to protect II
shadows are to protect III
shadows are to protect IV
☆ Daphne van Domselaar x Reader
world cup, socials
☆ Jill Roord x Reader
lovey dovey
LA ROJA
☆ Aitana Bonmati x Reader
home is where the heart is, socials
☆ Jana Fernandez x Reader
the best view, socials
☆ Salma Paralluelo x Reader
secreta
focus I
focus II
THE LIONNESSES
☆ Grace Clinton x Reader
the bestest of friends
wingteam
☆ Lucy Bronze x Reader
almost impossible
☆ Georgia Stanway x Reader
bet on it
☆ Leah Williamson x Reader
the williamsons, socials
magic euros I
magic euros II
the girlfriend scarer
☆ Alessia Russo x Reader
won us the world cup
shadows are to protect I
shadows are to protect II
shadows are to protect III
☆ Maya Le Tissier x Reader
the extrovert to my introvert
☆ Aggie Beever-Jones x Reader
green looks good on you
☆ Lauren Hemp x Reader
to your rescue
BLÅGULT
☆ Fridolina Rölfo x Reader
blind date
DIE NATIONALELF
☆ Laura Freigang x Sydney Lohmann x Reader
my muses
THE MATILDAS
☆ Kyra Cooney-Cross x Reader
pretty fangirl, socials
THE CANUCKS
☆Jessie Fleming x Reader
why so shy?
THE GIRLS IN GREEN
☆ Katie McCabe x Reader
mrs. mccard, socials
Other
☆ Mapi León x Ingrid Engen x Reader
little soulmates
☆ Mapi León x Ingrid Engen x Fridolina Rölfo x Reader
all eyes on you I
all eyes on you II
disclaimer, english isn’t my first language, i’m dutch so i’m sorry for any grammar mistakes.
I’ll write for almost any female footballer so if you have any requests or ideas, send them in :)
#woso x reader#woso community#arsenal wfc#barca femeni#nedwnt#esmee brugts#victoria pelova#daphne van domselaar#aitana bonmati#woso fanfics#fridolina rolfö#kyra cooney cross#laura freigang#maya le tissier#alessia russo#leah williamson#lucy bronze#grace clinton#jill roord#ingrid engen#mapi leon#woso smut#woso imagine
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I know it's hard to see it now, but you will overcome this, and what's to come - and everything that comes after. For now, find comfort that you are not alone in this, you are not alone with what you're going through. I promise you are not alone.
#w. alessia#w. prospero#musing. alessia#musing. prospero#musing. the three#mirror.#musing.#nothing says happy birthday like pain - love you dany <3
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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 | @amurderofcrxws
SEE, Richie knew there was something off about the clowns. The entire carnival transforms into something out of a horror movie. It’s like walking through one of those haunted houses but the chainsaws are real and the blood is probably from someone he’s seen around town. Thankfully he had the forethought to bring a weapon and while it’s supposed to be part of the costume, the bullets in it would probably be better used to staying alive.
Adrenaline pumps through his veins, the desperate need to find Alessia pushing him to run with no actual direction in mind. He could only hope that she’s still alive because if anything were to happen to her, he would burn this whole fucking city to the ground.
The maniacal laughter that echo through the night sky seems fitting and Richie would appreciate it more if the love of his life isn’t in danger. By some miracle, he sees a flash of blonde enter the hall of mirrors and so he follows, quiet in case there’s someone nearby ready to lose their life
#muse: richard o'riley#amurderofcrxws: feat. alessia cirrilo#amurderofcrxws#verse: sinning in santa ysabel
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alessia russo | white lies
five secrets alessia could keep (and one she just couldn’t)
first-time post from a long-time lurker. i absolutely did not intend it to be this long, so i apologise, but i wanted to do the idea justice! feel free to give me thoughts or requests :)
word count: 6.6k
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famously, alessia could have her blonde moments. the occasional blank stare when she missed the tail end of a question, a furrowed brow as the punchline of a joke flew over her head.
honestly it didn’t bother her; so what if people thought she was slow? she knew her own intelligence. certainly, on the pitch, it was evident that she wasn’t stupid. she could be funny, she knew things, she spoke well, and she always made sure to think before she spoke. although that was less about seeming measured, and more because, if there was one thing alessia did know, it was the value of a secret.
after a few years in the spotlight, alessia had learned the hard way that there were certain things that were just better left under wraps. some things the media or the fans shouldn’t know, and some things best kept between friends. she kept a long mental list of secrets for different people, collecting them, and keeping them clutched to her chest. alessia took a small pride in knowing she was the one people went to, the one person they could trust with their darkest secrets.
alessia mused over her list as she drove to the stadium before the next match. mentally laying each secret out in front of her like a prized collection, dusting them off, and storing them back inside. the first she knew would be brought up again today, knew it would take her usual efforts to make sure it remained a secret.
walking into the changing room, alessia only narrowly dodged a flying shinpad that went clattering into the doorframe. alessia’s quick reactions only really served to cause her to lose her footing, just to be caught by your steady hands.
“oops, sorry less! i was aiming for tooney,” you smiled sheepishly, your hands still firm around her waist. alessia swallowed.
“idiots,” she laughed. you let go and stalked over to grab the wayward shinpad. this time, your throw found it’s mark, hitting ella squarely in the forehead and causing the changing room to erupt into laughter.
this was no real deviation from the team’s usual pregame ritual. typically, you and ella, ever the jokers, would engage in some play-fight of slapstick-esque proportions, entertaining the team while they all got ready. this of course meant you two then had to scramble to get changed as the rest of the girls walked out onto the pitch. alessia, who was never really found without at least one of her two best friends, would wait behind with you as you tied your boots.
you always had a lot of nervous energy before games, and ella’s constant faffing and time wasting as she collected her boots, tied her hair up for the billionth time, checked her mascara etc., would, without fail, mean you’d end up leaving the two of them behind, only for them to jog out and join you with seconds. this was the ritual, and alessia liked it.
“fucking hell, ella stop fannying about!” you whined.
ella, as always, was the last to put her boots on. she was combing back flyaways in the mirror, in just her socks. you and alessia watched on, fully kitted out by now. alessia leant back against the door and smiled as she watched you try to hurry ella on. she'd been through this many times before.
alessia knew the routine. she knew you would leave in a second, and she knew ella would stop dithering immediately after you did. and then, as always, she would tie ella’s bootlaces for her, and they would catch you up.
this was the big secret. alessia, to be honest, didn’t see the big deal, but ella was insistent that no one could ever find out, not even you. and as silly as alessia thought it was, and as much as she hated not telling you things, this was her duty as secret keeper and she did it diligently.
it had started years ago, long before you had arrived and turned the duo into a trio. ella had been in a state before an away match, refusing to tell anyone what had her fretting so much. alessia had taken her to the side, and it had slipped out; she didn’t know how to tie her own laces. her dad had always been at games, always tied them tight as a last good luck measure. in a flash, alessia had knelt at ella’s feet, tying the boots without saying a word. then she’d taken ella’s hand, and pretended not to see her swipe at tears as they walked onto the pitch together.
ella had found her before the next game, shyly asking her to repeat the action. alessia had done it without question, and just like that, it became their thing.
alessia had tried, of course, countless times to teach ella how to do it herself, but she suspected at some point it had become more superstition that anything. alessia had tied ella's boots once, and she’d played well, so now alessia would tie her boots forever. even now that many players preferred to play with laceless boots, ella never wavered. she said she just preferred the look, but alessia (and only alessia) knew the truth.
alessia watched on as you got increasingly impatient with ella. she smirked as you rolled your eyes once again.
"come on ella, if we leave now you might be in time for the second half,"
alessia had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. you were cute when you were frustrated. ella ignored you, still checking her reflection in the mirror, completely unfazed.
as annoying as ella was being, you felt bad that alessia was always the one to stay and deal with ella's antics. you were determined to remain, if only to give alessia moral support. little did you know that meant it was you who was holding up proceedings.
alessia, however, had been through this many times before and was practiced in the art of secret-keeping, and therefore distraction. she had a few tactics up her sleeve yet.
she looked over to where you leant against the doorframe, and flashed you her sweetest smile.
"y/n? i think i left my gatorade in the shower room, could you go grab it for me?"
as always, those eyes made you putty in her hands, and you pushed yourself off from the wall to go and look. as soon as you turned your back, alessia was knelt at ella's feet, her nimble fingers moving with practiced ease as they followed the path they'd traced countless times before. she was standing again by the time you returned.
"there's no gatorade in there less, are you sure its not in here?"
she flashed you a sheepish smile, putting on her best ditzy blonde impression, "oops, its right here! sorry y/n,"
you shrugged in response. before you could tell her not to worry, ella cut you off. she had moved to walk out the door, yelling over her shoulder as she did so,
"come on, what are you waiting for?"
you watched after her in exasperated incredulity as she exited the room. alessia laughed brightly at your expression, slinging her arm around your shoulder and dragging you out to the field with her. ella's secret was safe for another day.
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you and alessia settled in next to each other as you took your seats on the plane for the lionesses' next away game. the two of you had been thick as thieves for years, and you couldn’t deny that the thought of having alessia nearby had been a deciding factor in your recent transfer move. still, you treasured each quiet moment you spent in each other's company, as you had for years.
you and alessia hadn’t always been close. you’d known each other through the youth age groups of course, but your relationship only really went from acquaintances to close friends around the age of sixteen. sure, you loved your teammates and got on well with all of them, but you were a fairly shy teenager, keeping them at all at arms length, and often finding yourself only hanging around the edge of conversations.
alessia was a nostalgic person, and liked to reminisce often about the circumstances that had led to your close relationship.
when you were younger, seeing as how you typically kept to yourself, it was usually easy for you to sink into the background. although sometimes this was a point of insecurity, you relished the chance for solitude whenever it came to flights. you’d always been a particularly anxious flyer, and you appreciated that you could usually nab a seat at the back to yourself, allowing you to hide your panic.
usually you got away with it. usually, you could find a pair of seats to yourself, deal with the panic quietly and alone, saving yourself from embarrassment.
of course, at some point, your luck ran out.
“hey! mind if i sit here?” came a familiar voice. you looked up in surprise, but you knew whose bright blue eyes would be looking down at you well before your gaze found them. alessia gave you little time to respond before settling herself into the seat next to you with a sweet smile. you had no time to concoct some lame excuse. you could only nod, and accept your fate.
of course it was her. of course, out of anyone, it was the person who would be the sweetest about it, the most understanding. how embarrassing.
alessia didn’t seem to notice your internal panic, instead sweeping you up immediately into conversation. and for a while, it worked to distract you. you barely noticed take off, didn’t even flinch as your stomach dropped and ears popped, too enraptured in alessia’s bright conversation.
that is, until the first bout of turbulence. the plane rocked, and you stopped mid-sentence. mentally gathering yourself, you tried to calm down, managing to carry on as though nothing had happened. alessia didn’t seem to notice your plight. you’d got away with it. then the plane dropped again.
this time, alessia was quick to notice the way your breath caught, the way your arms held tight to the arm rests, the white knuckle grip you had on them. you vaguely heard her say something, but you couldn’t focus on her voice enough to comprehend. all you could do was try to regulate your breathing, stave off the panic long enough to preserve your dignity.
a gentle touch on your arm brought you back to reality, “y/n? are you okay?”
you tried to speak, to respond, but you couldn’t muster the words. you shut your eyes tight, trying to turn away from alessia.
“hey, hey,” she soothed, her hand over yours, “it’s okay, we’re safe, everything’s okay,”
you wanted to pretend it was all fine, but you were too far gone. you buried your head in your hands, tried to focus on alessia whispering to you to ‘breathe, just breathe’.
you don’t know how long you sat like that, her guiding you through blind panic with soft touches and gentle words. at some point, your hand found hers, and you clutched it like a lifeline as the plane rode out its last bits of turbulence.
eventually, your breathing returned to relative normal. you hesitated to look up and meet alessia’s eyes, instead burning holes into your clasped hands. you noted her perfectly done manicure, how the light caught each painted nail, how the soft skin of her fingertips felt caressing your calloused palms.
“you okay y/n?”
finally you tore your gaze away from her hands, only to be met with her eyes. you’d never noticed how strikingly blue they were. you nodded, swallowing harshly. you were sure she’d be able to feel your pulse rising in your joined hands, praying she’d chalk it up to your panicked episode, not something completely different.
“not a big fan of flying then?” she prompted.
“no, not exactly,” you laughed, mouth dry. as much as you hated to admit it, alessia’s presence had definitely calmed you. you were barely conscious of the fact you were still thousands of feet in the air.
“that’s okay, i’ll distract you,” you hoped you weren’t blushing . if only she knew, you thought, but alessia had already plowed on, chatting about god knows what to distract you.
she kept it up until you landed. as she stood up to exit the plane, she squeezed your hand and offered a small smile. she went to pull away, but you pulled her hand back,
“could you please not tell anyone about this?”
“course not,” she smiled “our secret.”
then she’d strolled off the plane as though she hadn’t just changed the course of your life.
from then on, alessia always managed to slip away from her other friends and wind up in the seat next to you. it had become a steady constant in your routines. you'd never had a bad flight since, and true to her word, alessia had never told a soul.
three
the perks of england camps were numerous. from the training, to the facilities, the matches, even the food, alessia enjoyed it all. arguably the best thing of all though, was the ample opportunities for downtime with the team.
alessia was nestled in between you and maya on a sofa, only half listening to leah and keira regale some embarrassing tale about georgia, involving a bad date and what sounded like a lot of alcohol. georgia was burying her head in her hands as the rest of the team dissolved into fits of giggles at the story. alessia laughed along, dropping her head to your shoulder as the conversation moved onto other player's poor tastes in partners and shitty date experiences.
"okay wait! lets all go around the circle and say our most embarrassing crushes!" alessia felt your shoulder stiffen underneath her at beth's suggestion, and she knew exactly why.
alessia herself had only found out by accident, stumbling in on you crying out the aftermath in the bathroom. she'd held you as you calmed down, before you made her swear not tell anyone.
the night had started out well enough. you both were at an 18th birthday party for one of your england teammates. you'd joked around with all the other girls, dancing and singing, and drinking probably a little too much. the alcohol would end up being a bad idea, especially for you.
the girl who's birthday it was had an older sister in her early twenties. aged 17 and a bit, you were absolutely infatuated with her. you'd met her a few times before at games and training, she was cool and collected, and you were obsessed. the fact she would be in attendance at the party had definitely been a factor in your outfit choices, and probably in the amount of alcohol you had downed with alessia and ella at pres.
the whole night long, you were hyper aware of her presence in the room. too shy to ever make a move, you stuck to longing glances and daydreamed fantasies.
your downfall was soon to come though, when one of the older girls suggested an innocent game of spin the bottle. most of you were well past tipsy at this point, and so you all agreed readily. you laughed as your teammates kissed each other one by one; the messy, inexperienced kind of kisses only drunk teenagers could perfect. soon enough it was your friend's sister's turn, and you couldn't help the prayers you mentally uttered.
you would decide later that whoever answered those prayers had a sick sense of humour. the bottle landed on you. you leant forward, trying to contain your excitement. it was only a peck, but to you it was fate and poetry rolled into one. the game continued on, but all you could think about was the feel of her lips against yours. soon, the game faded into non-existence, as people began to get distracted and get up to refill drinks or amuse themselves elsewhere. you saw your crush slip out into the garden, and instilled with misplaced confidence from the peck, you saw your opening.
stepping into the cool air, you were relieved to see she was alone. you approached, placing a shaking hand onto her arm.
"oh hey-" you cut her off, pressing your lips against hers. it barely lasted a moment, before she pushed you off, nothing short of disgust on her face.
"woah there! i'm not a fucking lesbian!" she turned on her heel and stalked back inside, only stopping to utter one last crushing remark, "and i don't kiss kids!"
to your teenage self, it was an earth-shattering rejection. you managed to make it to an empty bathroom before you broke down. your ears rang with her comments as your cursed your own stupidity. in your rush to be alone, you'd forgotten to lock the door, and you jumped when gentle hands wrapped you up into a hug.
alessia had been watching you all night. she'd seen the glances you cast over at your friend's sister, before she lost sight of you after the ill-fated game. that was until she saw you duck into a bathroom, cheeks red and head bowed. she'd followed in a heartbeat.
alessia's heart ached for you as you sobbed into her shoulder. the sting of rejection had worn off, leaving space only for pure embarrassment.
"i'm such a fucking idiot," you mumbled into her shoulder when the tears had stopped.
alessia pressed her lips to your hair, "no you aren't, don't be silly," she knew the pain of unrequited crushes all too well. she knew the way they consumed you, blinded you to sense. "shh, it'll be okay," she murmured, "don't cry, its okay,"
"oh god, i bet she's already told everyone how weird and gross i am. i can never show my face again,"
alessia laughed at your dramatics, "shall we go home?" she said, and you nodded wearily, "let's go,"
as it turned out, the girl hadn't told anyone, and you'd been in the clear. the secret stayed between you and alessia, the single witness to your most embarrassing night.
alessia knew you didn't want anyone to know about that, even now, six years later. she also knew you well enough to know that instead of coming up with an alternate answer to beth's question, you were likely frozen, reliving your embarrassment. she had to think fast to preserve your secret. everyone laughed as rach shamelessly announced her childhood crush on some celebrity she'd never heard of, and then everyone turned to you expectantly. alessia cleared her throat.
"pretty sure y/n used to fancy that woman off countdown," she lied, and the room erupted into laughter once again. thankful for lessi's quick save, you groaned and buried your head in your hands, going along with her white lie. crisis averted. alessia carried on, giving her own fake answer about a boy from school. a practiced lie. once the group's attention had passed on from the two of you, she felt you grab her hand. you squeezed her fingers in thanks, and she squeezed back. she was getting good at this lying business. anything for you, and your secrets.
four
alessia was widely regarded as an excellent friend; someone who could be depended on, completely and utterly trusted without question. alessia knew this, and held such compliments with high regard. she had long ago cemented her place as someone to be trusted within her circle, and therefore concentrated her efforts in keeping that reputation. she knew her friends just thought she was a good secret keeper because it was in her nature, that she was just a good person through and through.
alessia herself knew however, that the reason she placed such strong value on other people’s secrets was because she had been keeping one of her own for far, far longer than she had kept any of theirs.
it had first become apparent as a teenager. as she listened to her friends fawn over their latest male obsession, or regale their recent kisses with boys at parties, or debate who the hottest boy in class was. she tried her best to engage, to get involved, but with every boy who came close to kissing her, she was finding it harder and harder to force interest. eventually, she came to realise the way she felt about certain teammates, the way she'd avert her eyes in the changing room, the way her gaze followed pretty girls in the hallway, wasn't the norm. the realisation had hit her like a truck. alessia russo was gay, and she had no clue what to do about it.
she kept the feelings buried for a while. she faked attachments to boys, tried kissing a few just to throw her friends off the scent, before eventually she stopped bothering. she said she was too busy with football to date, and that remained her excuse. that didn't stop her falling head over heels for multiple girls over the years, didn't stop her heart fluttering whenever certain people looked her way. a certain someone.
eventually, especially playing women's football, a lot of her friends started to come out. alessia knew she could've done the same, knew she'd be met with no judgement, but it was as though there was a mental block stopping her. as outgoing as she was, she didn't enjoy opening herself up. and so, never one to wear her heart on her sleeve, she guarded the secret closely. months turned into years, and it became just something she did. she was too far gone to announce it now.
she knew she'd tell people at some point in her life, but why bother when there was no girl on her arm to show off?
and it wasn't like she hadn't come close. especially to you, who had been open about your sexuality for years. alessia couldn't count how many times she'd opened her mouth to tell you, only for the words to catch in her throat. it was almost as though she'd left it too late now, built it up in her head, and the moment just never seemed right.
she'd been with girls before of course. in dark corners at clubs where no one would see, fumbled kisses with strangers in bathrooms. but never anything deep, never the connection she ached for.
alessia listened as you complained to her about your recent date with the latest girl. 'a complete dead end', you described it, 'like talking to a brick wall,' you laid your head across her lap and shut your eyes.
"god, i wish the girls i dated were more like you less. then i'd actually have something to talk about with them," alessia swallowed, her fingers working their way through your hair. god, if only you knew.
five
being gay wasn't the only secret alessia held close to her chest. there was another, far worse, far more guarded. the secret that kept her awake at night, that spiked guilt deep in her stomach whenever you smiled at her. painful memories of that fateful night, which she wished more than anything you would remember.
it happened at the celebration party last summer. the lionesses had been victorious at the euros, and euphoria was running rampant amongst the whole team. everywhere you looked, people were drunk off elation. the drinks had started flowing in the changing rooms, and they had kept coming ever since.
the constant flow of people meant you and alessia had only spent passing moments together. every time you seemed to find each other in the crowd, someone new would turn up and pull one of you away, with ecstatic congratulations, or the promise of a drink.
in a brief break from dancing, alessia found herself sat at the bar with ella and a few others. she sipped her drink as the others chatted excitedly. recently, she'd been finding that her eyes sought you out unconsciously. more and more, she'd been realising that wherever you were in a room, she'd notice. tonight was no different. her gaze finally landed on you, carefree and dancing amongst a crowd of people.
usually, she had the sense to not stare for too long, but with her inhibitions hindered by the drinks, and her mood high off the back of the win, she allowed herself a moment of grace. the soft smile that crept onto her face as she looked longingly after you was unbidden, but she didn't care to look away. alessia was sure that if anyone followed her eyeline she'd be found out, but everyone was too wrapped up in their own elation to bother.
across the crowd, your eyes met hers. you grinned widely, before freeing yourself from the crowd just long enough to grab her hand and pull her onto the dance floor. emboldened by the alcohol, she let herself dance a little closer than she usually would, let the touches linger a little longer.
neither of you knew how long you danced, just riding the wave of the win for as long you could. alessia could tell you were equally as drunk as she was, if not more. eventually, you leaned closer to be heard over the music,
"come with me to get some air?" alessia could only nod, hyper aware of your breath on her cheek. she let herself be led away by you, into the cool summer air.
you all but collapsed onto a bench, laughing as you clumsily pulled alessia down with you. you leant into alessia, her arm finding its familiar place around your shoulders as you let the comfortable silence descend. it was the early hours of the morning by now. alessia could hear the thump of music and shouts of people from inside, but out here, you were completely alone. despite her lack of sobriety, she was hyper aware of the way your body felt against hers.
"what a night hey," you laughed, and she nodded. "we fucking did it less!"
"champions of europe baby!" you yelled into the night, making alessia laugh and slap your arm.
you smiled, leaning back into alessia, "proud of you lessi" you whispered. when she didn't respond, you shifted to look at her.
"i'm serious less. i'm so proud of you. proud of us."
alessia couldn't find the words to respond. she could only think about how close your face was to hers. you smiled softly, and she smiled back. her eyes never left yours. you seemed to be breathing in sync. it was now or never. the alcohol spurring her on, alessia began to speak,
"y/n, i-"
she was cut off by you leaning in to close the gap. her eyes fluttered shut as your lips grazed hers, and she melted into the kiss. you pulled back to assess her reaction, but alessia barely gave you a second to breathe before she kissed you again. alessia poured all the years of pining, every pent up emotion into that kiss, and you gave her everything and more back. her brain short-circuited as your hand went to caress her cheek, her own hands fumbling clumsily to wrap around your waist.
at some point, one of you broke away. you pressed your forehead to hers, "we should probably get back to the party," alessia nodded. she was caught in a haze of euphoria. she would've done anything you asked in that moment; would've chased you to the moon and back. you smiled, before pressing your lips to her forehead and pulling her to her feet.
alessia would've liked to stay attached to your hip all night, but as soon as you re-entered the party you were both swept away by your respective friends, and she was left staring after you. the rest of the night was a blur, but alessia had truly never been happier.
alessia woke the next morning to the memory of your lips against hers. her head pounded with the hangover as she dragged herself out of bed and over to your room next door. it was customary for the two of you to end up in each others rooms after a heavy night to discuss the events and ride out the hangover together, but today, her heart pounded as she knocked on your door. she wasn't sure what the events of last night meant for your friendship, but she was running through various speeches and declarations as she waited.
eventually you cracked the door open, peering out at alessia with bleary eyes. "morning," you whispered with a smile, opening the door fully for alessia before collapsing back into your bed.
alessia followed you in, mouth dry and heart pounding as she perched next to you on the bed. she decided to let you take the lead with the conversation, though she ached to bring up the kiss.
"god, what even happened last night," you moaned from the covers, "i don't remember a thing,"
alessia's heart dropped to her stomach. "you don't remember anything?" she asked. you looked up at her curiously.
"i mean, i remember dancing, and then, literally nothing," your eyes widened, "oh god, did i do something embarrassing? lessi, please say i didn't."
alessia forced a smile onto her face, forced herself to push down the emotions coursing through her veins, "no, you didn't do anything," she forced herself to settle further into your bed.
"nothing at all,"
plus one she couldn't
after the euros, and the ensuing heartache, alessia had tried to distance herself from you. she'd lasted all of a week of subdued contact before you'd pulled her back in again. she couldn't resist you or your company, utterly powerless to do anything but come running back to your side like a lost puppy. you didn't even have time to notice something was up.
and so alessia settled back into your orbit, and tried unsuccessfully to get over you. despite how you'd acted that night, you once again gave her no indication of seeing her as anything more than a best friend, and so she tried her best to see you the same. she longed to bring up the kiss, to do anything to remind you, but your clear lack of memory told her that it hadn't meant anything to you.
playing together for club and country, you spent nearly all your days together. alessia spent each of those days in silent turmoil. her heart would pound with each innocent touch, her brain would malfunction every time you flashed her a smile. only at night, in the quiet of her room, would she allow herself to feel. she'd stare at the ceiling into the early hours of the morning, replaying each encounter, eyes glistening with unshed tears. she envied you for not remembering the kiss. god how she wished she could forget it. it replayed behind her eyelids every time she blinked: she felt the brush of your lips against hers every time she glanced down at your mouth as you spoke.
since it became apparent that it couldn't have meant anything to you, she'd done her best to get over you. but now that she'd experienced it, she could never go back. her love for you had swelled to the point of utter consumption, and she couldn't even begin to remember what it felt like to see you only as a friend.
being as experienced in the art of secret keeping as she was, she'd managed to keep you in the dark, but it was getting harder and harder to act like everything was okay. whilst you remained clueless to her plight, other people were starting to notice.
alessia was finally caught out after a particularly bad day. training had been rough, the weather was awful, and the stress and emotion of it all was starting to become too much for her. her heart ached for you every time you laughed. every time you called her name it was like a stab to the chest. she winced as she felt the beginnings of a headache, desperate to leave the training ground and crawl into bed as soon as she could.
noticing something was wrong, you'd rubbed her back and pulled her in for a hug.
"you okay less? headache?" you'd murmured, trying to meet her eyes. normally she revelled in how well you could read her, but right now, she hated it. she could only nod in response. you reached a gentle hand up to touch her forehead, "are you coming down with something?"
alessia wanted so badly to relax into your familiar embrace and sink into the comfort she craved, but she pulled away, ignoring your question and mumbling a lame excuse about getting home, before speeding to her car.
hearing someone chase after her, she steeled herself to face you again. instead, when she turned, she was met with ella.
"lessi, what's wrong?"
"nothing, ella, it's just been a long day," she sighed. she turned to get into her car, but ella blocked her path.
"don't bullshit me lessi, i know you. you think i haven't noticed how weird you've been acting lately?"
the confrontation was too much. alessia could feel tears begin to prick at the corner of her eyes, and she knew there was no escaping it.
"not here," she mumbled, opening the car door and motioning ella to get into the other side. she barely gave ella time to sit down before she drove off, only making it to the end of the road before the tears started flowing. she pulled over and buried her head in her hands.
ella didn't seem to know what to do, clearly she hadn't expected alessia to do this. her shock was only momentary though, and her hand reached out to stroke alessia's back.
"hey, hey, its okay, less, its okay. talk to me,"
alessia could only shake her head against her hands.
"i can't do this anymore ella, i just can't,"
ella just rubbed her arm, clueless to what she was talking about. in ella's presence, she let her facade fall apart a little.
"it's so stupid, i'm so stupid."
"is this about y/n?"
alessia whipped her head up to look at ella, who smiled wryly.
"you aren't very good at hiding it less,"
"fuck, i just-" she pressed her head into her hands again. "it's so embarrassing. i just don't know what to do. i can't keep doing this, it just- it hurts,"
"i think you need to tell her,"
"that's the worst possible solution to this ella,"
ella smiled again and raised an eyebrow, "i wouldn't be so sure,"
"you're an idiot, and your advice is awful," alessia muttered. she breathed deeply, collecting herself, before starting the car again, "i'm dropping you home, and we're forgetting this conversation ever happened,"
"whatever you say, less," said ella, smirking as she leant back in her seat, "whatever you say,"
despite her best efforts, the conversation with ella stuck in alessia's mind all week. even you were starting to notice how distracted she was being, and you brought it up one night, as you lay sprawled in your usual position on her sofa.
"have you been avoiding me lessi?" you joked, but alessia caught the flash of doubt in your eyes. she mentally cursed herself, once for not hiding it well enough, and then again for making you feel guilty about it. she decided she could only attempt to laugh it off.
"what are you talking about? we've literally been together all day."
"no, yeah i know, but you just seem, i don't know, distracted? closed off," alessia felt your head turn to look up at her, but she kept her own gaze firmly planted on the tv screen.
"i'm fine. just tired. its been a long week," she knew as soon as she said it that you'd see right through the flimsy excuses.
"well okay, but, you know you can always talk to me, yeah? if there was something bothering you?" your voice trailed off. alessia swallowed harshly. when she spoke, her voice was barely a whisper.
"i can't,"
at this, your full attention was on her, the tv long forgotten. alessia felt sick at her own barely there confession.
"lessi, come on. you can tell me anything. i'm your best friend,"
that was the last straw. best friend, she reminded herself. any hope alessia still had of preserving her dignity flew out the window, and she had to press her lips together to keep from crumbling. you saw her falter, and you sat up in a heartbeat, your hands taking hers. alessia tried to pull away, but the grip you had on her was magnetic.
"y/n, i-" she bit her lip, shaking her head and looking away. if she spoke she'd say something she'd regret. the confession was on the tip of her tongue, just begging to be let out. alessia resolved herself, mentally replaced the confession with another white lie. but then she looked up, and her eyes met yours. god, those eyes. alessia was taken back to the night of the kiss, when she'd been enraptured in those same eyes; when she'd looked into them to find the brazen reflection of her own adoration.
it was all she could do to look away. she felt her mouth move, heard her own voice as though from a distance, speaking completely unbidden.
"i'm in love with you,"
they were the truest words she'd ever uttered, but god how she wished she could take them back. her brain raced with excuses, but she could only whisper disconnected thoughts and jumbled apologies. she regained just enough control over her words, but the damage was done.
"i know you don't feel the same - i'm sorry - i didn't want to make it weird - i'm sorry - please don't let this ruin us - i'm sorry."
alessia didn't dare look at you; your silence was indication enough. however, as always, alessia could never stay away from you for too long. as she braved one glance up, her words fell away from her.
you stared back at her, looking at her as though she'd hung the moon and all the stars.
"alessia," you whispered her name like a prayer on your tongue, "you have no idea how long i've wanted to hear you say that,"
years of pining, of heartache, of sleepless nights and longing glances, had not prepared alessia for this outcome. she stared at you, frozen in shock. all the fight, all the panic, had abandoned her, and she could only stare.
you leaned in, and she let herself fall into the kiss. she'd thought nothing could've been better than the first, but my god was she wrong. with one touch, you silenced all her doubts. you poured out the answer to every question she had. the two of you curled impossibly closer into each other, until alessia wasn't sure how you could've ever been separate.
you smiled against her lips, eyes blissfully remaining shut.
"why didn't you tell me sooner?"
alessia shrugged shyly, "it was a secret," you pulled away fully, eyes searching deep into hers.
"not anymore," you said, and alessia flashed a bright smile. your heart flipped at the sight.
"no," she murmured, "never again."
thanks for reading! hope you enjoyed :)
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requesting a quick imagine for Lessi: reader is Lessi’s girlfriend, and is a global superstar/ musician less wants to play a song on guitar so reader does that thing where they’re stood behind Less guiding her hands to play along and it’s just so fluffy
Muse
The days you got to spend with Alessia doing nothing were the days you loved the most. Since both of your jobs require you to travel and train a lot, rest days meant spending all day cuddled up on the couch ordering sushi.
After the 4th episode of friends your girlfriend was bored and looked around the room to find what she was looking for you.
There it was, your favourite black fender guitar with lots of stickers on it. You were collecting them from all the places you were playing concerts at and those were going directly on your guitar.
„Y/n can you show me how to play?“
The blonde asked as she brought back the guitar to where you were sitting. You smiled softly looking at your girlfriend before you told her to sit in front of you. You sat behind her placing your hands over hers trying to guide her fingers on the right strings.
"what song do you want to play my love?"
You asked her while resting your head on her shoulder.
"Ours"
she replied simply and you knew exactly which one she meant.
"So the chords for the first part of the chorus is B, F#m, A, E and B. After that it's F#m, A, E, B. And for the last part its F#m,A E, B."
"Baby you know I'm a beginner right"
She turned her head to look at you
"We're doing this together don't worry"
You chuckled as you placed her fingers on the correct chords before guiding her fingers to pluck them. It was more difficult than it seemed since alessias hand kept plucking the wrong chord.
"Wrong chord baby"
You chuckled before receiving a huff from the blonde.
"I didn't know it would be this hard"
She mumbled as she kept trying to play the right tunes.
"What if I sing the line? it'll help"
The blonde only nodded as her focus was on getting the song right.
"We start with B my love, ready?"
She nodded and gave you a sweet smile before you started singing the lines.
"Cause all of the small things that you do"
"Are what remind me why I fell for you"
"And when we're apart and I'm missing you"
"I close my eyes and all I see is you"
"And the small things you do"
"This was pretty good less"
"Thanks to you superstar"
She smiled as she gave you a sweet kiss. Her familiar strawberry taste making its way onto your lips.
"You never told me when you wrote our song"
She asked as she put the guitar away and leaned back into you.
"It was a little before I told you that I'm in love with you, remember the party after the euros?"
"The one at Leah's?"
"Yeah that one, on the way back to my place I just knew. I had most of the lyrics written out but the chorus was missing. But in that moment it just came to me.
"I love it so much"
The Italian smiled softly at you before hugging you tightly.
Short one but thanks to @ohgrays for the song choice <3
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Flora and Helia Moodboard
It was like they saw each other for the first time and their souls just kind of went… ‘oh… there you are’.
They’re both in the middle of healing from very traumatic stuff and bond over this. They’ve both learned to wring softness and love out of pain
They’re like the universe balancing out the pain and trauma that it’s dished out to them by giving them someone that completely understands and that will love them unconditionally
She’s his muse but we already knew that
They would crack and kill for each other because there is no way that they’ll lose each other, not after everything they’ve been through. No way.
Labyrinth by Taylor Swift, Canada by Lauv/Alessia Cara and Light Shower by Melanie Martinez are their songs
Masterlist
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Fem February: Music
Okay my brain instantly went hard mode when I saw 'female fronted bands', before catching 'singers'. Because I was having a hell of a time remembering names of mixed gender bands with female singers.
Five faves, huh? Of Women Singers/Fronted Bands?
Muses of Yore, if you ever grace me with the name of the black heavy metal lady with the braids I will love you forever. I remember her from Headbanger's Ball but never did remember to write her name down. If this rings a bell with anyone, HER. She had fucking stage presence like whoa, and was awesome.
Anywho, moving on to the ones I can actually name.
TRACY CHAPMAN. Fucking hands down, Tracy is my all-time favorite woman singer AND song-writer. "Fast Car" might have been the gateway drug to knowing about her, but "Talkin' 'Bout a Revolution" sits in my soul and won't let go, right beside "Give Me One Reason". Her voice is in the perfect range to soothe and call to me, and the lyrics bring all the emotions, evoking a lot of how I grew up.
Janelle Monáe. She is (they are? I cannot remember where Janelle stands on pronouns at this moment), without a doubt in my mind, the absolute perfect heir to Prince's legacy. From the concept albums to the sheer vitality of the music and lyrics blending, Janelle is my favorite of this century so far.
The Bangles. Wait, Asp, really? A bubblegum pop girl group? At least pick the Go-Gos or something — NO. "Walk Like An Egyptian" slammed them onto my awareness. I LOVED the way vocals alternate between the women. I was over the moon that one of their names was Michael. That she was connected back to the Runaways just made that sweeter. The videos were great (they got Leonard Nimoy in one!). I truly blame the music business for them not going further, with the insistence on headlining Susanna Hoff as the lead singer.
Basia. While it is common for non-English speaking singers to lose their accent when singing English songs, Basia's still came through on her earliest albums. It added a different quality to the music that hooked me. Her second album was one of several in rotation as self-soothing on-repeat listens for me.
I'm going to cheat on number five, because I have three younger stars of the current century to highlight, and their sound/subjects all pull at me in a very similar fashion. Maggie Rogers ("Light On"), Rosa Linn ("SNAP"), and Alessia Cara ("Scars to Your Beautiful") were likely all introduced to me by my son's musical sharing. All three of these woman have a soothing range that I can listen to for hours. The way they approach life and love in their songs strikes a chord with me.
(I could go on for hours. Others considered for this included Donna Summer, The Pointer Sisters, Dionne Warwick, Florence Welch, Sarah McLachlan, Tina Turner, The Eurythmics, Enya, and Melissa Manchester.)
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