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updownlately · 7 months

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i like shiny things (but i'd marry you with paper rings)

randomly thinking about esme morgan and how she made bracelets for the engwnt during their down time and just picturing a reader x alessia where r does origami when they're anxious or in between games. idk if anyone's written this idea before so mb if it's repetitive (i feel like i read an origami-reader fic before but i believe it was with jessie fleming x r) not a fic, not a blurb, just an idea/storyline :) fun fact: an instagram reel prompted this 😅 | alessia russo x reader

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like imagine the first time alessia walks into your shared hotel room to see a handful of paper cranes of different colours laid across the bed, your tongue poking out slightly, eyebrows furrowed as you had a website open on your phone showing you how to make a dragon.

and you're so concentrated you don't hear alessia come in, you just fiddle with the paper and let out a huff when you realize you have to unwind the folds you just did.

it's only when she clears her throat at you, still standing near the door that you snap out of what you're doing, eyes going wide, the dinosaur that looks more like a worm flying out of your hands.

and you'd look at her with an embarrassed look, quickly gathering the seven or so different paper cranes, bringing them towards your lap in a futile attempt to hide em, as alessia would watch you with a fond smile on her face.

or can we talk about how she'd quietly get you more origami paper the next time she goes out with the girls to explore the city, shyly coming back with a fresh pack of origami sheets, this time in pastel colours, shades you absolutely adored.

the way she'd enter the room anxiously, thumb playing with the ring on her finger as she'd hide the package behind her with her other hand, shoulder's curled in, skittish smile on her face.

how you'd wave her in, a huge smile on her face, not suspecting a thing as you chatted with your mother on the phone.

she'd maybe sit on the edge of the bed, a few feet away from you, the papers still hidden as you'd talk animatedly on the phone for a couple more minutes.

it's during that time that alessia would cast her gaze across the room, taking in how many different little paper creations, varying from flowers to cranes to butterflies to shapes like stars and hearts littered the room, smiling tenderly to herself.

and when you'd finish up the call, looking over at the blonde with a large grin on your face you'd already be excited by her mere presence, your golden retriever personality making itself known.

that grin would only grow wider as she would shuffle closer to you, the origami sheets still miraculously hidden (not hard to do really since all your focus was on alessia, your eyes nearly in the shape of a heart) and she'd give you a gentle kiss on your forehead and then lips, before pulling back shyly, the words quiet as they left her.

'i got you a little something...'

you'd tilt your head in question, a singular eyebrow raising as you'd finally notice how her other arm was somewhat awkwardly positioned behind her.

and you'd kind of tense up into a sitting position, concerned at what it could be.

'relax, it's nothing crazy, just a small little item i've been meaning to grab for you'

the words would be gentle, with a slight teasing lilt.

and she'd carefully present you the origami sheets, placing them on the sheet between you two, biting her lip nervously as she'd wait for a reaction.

your eyebrows would scrunch up immediately, hands reaching out to grab the plastic package, examining it as your jaw would drop in a pleasant mix of shock and joy.

and the way your eyes would widen as you'd read the text on around the item, the words 'origami paper' written clear as day, your heart feeling so full, warmth coursing through your veins as you'd realize that alessia had noticed your stack was running out, even going as far as to get them in colours you loved.

the papers would gently be thrown to the side as everything would click, you launching yourself at the blonde, arms coming to immediately wrap around her shoulders and neck as you'd bury your face in her neck.

your excited 'thank you' would be muffled with how tightly you were hugging her, your grin from earlier returning, only now it was nearly twice the size.

the blonde would chuckle gently at your delighted state, hugging you back with just as much enthusiasm, placing a gentle kiss to your temple just before you'd pull back, nearly shaking with elation.

placing a few loving kisses onto her lips you'd mumble another thank you in between them, pulling away once your couldn't contain your excitement.

and you'd rip into the new packaging, old papers be damned because your girlfriend got you these and they were immediately, undoubtedly the better papers now.

and eventually, as it would become time to check out of the hotel a few days later, alessia would find herself once again standing in the middle of the room, this time the whole room nearly taken over by butterflies, dragons (which you now finally mastered), toads, cranes, rabbits, stars, hearts, chains, and like twenty other things, some in various colours of the rainbow, and more than half of them made of the pastel origami sheets. (it was clear to see you had a favourite, evident by the way nearly half the pastel paper had already been used).

and then can we talk about how maybe you both would be coming back from a really tiring game, the whole engwnt sat on the bus, the two of you choosing to sit closer to the middle-front-ish area, alessia knowing you preferred the peace and quiet as you'd fold paper and calm down from the exhilarating events of the game.

so you'd sit there, a pair of wired earbuds shared between you two as the paper pad would be precariously balancing on your thighs, rattling with every bump and uneven surface of the road.

alessia would be sat beside you, watching you with a lovestruck face as you'd continue to do fold after fold, making something new this time, what it was, alessia didn't know, you wanting to surprise her.

what she did notice however was that you had two pieces of paper out, one that was her favourite colour, and one that was your favourite colour- surely that couldn't be a coincidence, right?

and as teammates saw you back at your usual task, very much accustomed to your tendency to relax by creating little items, they let you be, a few gently requesting you for a rabbit or dragon (stanway nearly begging you to make her dinosaur, pestering you until you had finally agreed with a quiet 'later' with a fond eye roll).

you'd been very much focused since though, head nodding along to the music, the familiar 'furrowed eyebrows' look on your face, tip of your tongue peeking out as you did meticulous fold after fold, tilting your body ever so slightly so alessia couldn't make out exactly what you were creating.

it was only when you were done, two small heart rings resting in the palm of your hand, one each in your and alessia's favourite colour, did you turn around, a bashful smile on your face as you hid the two papers in a loosely closed fist.

quickly scanning to make sure no one was watching, your fear of being teased for your sappiness emerging, your leg shook with nervous energy as you realized the coast was clear.

'i made you- us- i made us paper rings in our favourite colours.'

the words would come out slightly rushed, a soft blush coming to coat your cheeks as alessia's eyes widened in joyful shock,

'i'll get you a proper one eventually, this is just a promise of that in the meantime...'

and alessia would shrug at your words, a lovesick smile crossing her face as she'd examine the heart-shaped ring intently, absolutely adoring the way it rested on her hand, loving it more than any other jewellery she owned simply because it was made by you.

and placing the ring-clad hand up to rest on your cheek, the blonde would nudge you to look at her, bringing your faces close as she'd place a gentle but loving kiss on your lips, pulling back only a few centimetres as sky blue eyes would meet yours, her next words a whispered secret between you, eliciting twin smiles, lovestruck looks crossing both of your faces.

'as long as it's you i'm marrying, i'd happily do it with paper rings.'

#not proofread #ilst #fluff #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo imagine #alessia russo #woso one shot #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso #woso community #my writing #storylines

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sewercl0wn · 2 years

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Plot tables: Mapping out and organizing all your plots and storylines

Can't organize your plot and are juggling between several plot lines? I got your back, I present: Plot tables!

(I'm probably not the only person to use these, but I have no idea if these are commonly used and I just don't know about it or I actually did something with this)

Here's a loose example I threw together. It's just a normal table where each column represents a different storyline within the same story. It shows you roughly what should happen in each chapter / scene.

e.g., from the example table, we see that in chapter / scene 1, there's a chase scene where the police lose track of the criminal they're following, as well as in the same chapter we see character B and C break up.

It's nothing groundbreaking, but it's something I want to share considering the amount of people I see complaining about juggling 50 million storylines and having no orderly way to keep track of it

#writers #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing inspiration #your local sewer rat #navigation #writing tips #writing help #writing advice #creative writing #writing #plotting #writing plot #storylines #storyline #organizing plot #planning plot #planning a story #story planning

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maze-mind · 3 months

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I'm sorry, but I can't get this out of my head. Thominho, but it's Thomas's birthday.

Minho being Minho, is very awkward about affectionate dates and events. I believe he would just write a card— and OH MY GOD,

I THOUGHT OF THE MOST ADORABLE SCENE.

-Thomas looking at the card Minho wrote out for him in messy handwriting, showing his anxiety about picking the right words. Just staring at it. The card just goes into one of his pockets. And when it's time to sleep in the Safe Haven, he stays up thinking about his feelings about Minho, how much he cares about him, and how much Minho loves him. And when he wants to go to sleep, he presses the card against his chest, wrapping his arms around it and hugging it all night. A love-struck smile plastered onto his face all night.

I can just imagine Minho getting flustered over seeing him being addicted to this card for a few days

#the maze runner #tmr #thomas tmr #tmr minho #thominho #the safe haven #tmr fandom #absolutely adorable #they are in love #and cute #and i love gays #im so warm now #storylines #fluff

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brunetteswriting · 2 years

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PLOT BUNNY 001 ; based on ‘ wish you were sober ’ by conan gray.

muse a & muse b aren’t really from the same ‘ crowd ’ so to speak . while muse a is shy and reserved , muse b is significantly more outgoing and the life of the party . however , life has brought them together , resulting in muse b dragging muse a along with them to all of the parties they go to . they have feelings for each other , mostly unspoken , the problem is , muse a doesn’t like seeing muse b all over other people at these parties , then muse b wants muse a to go home with them afterwards so they can enjoy themselves . muse b is only affectionate / themselves with muse a when they’ve both been drinking , and muse a is realizing this doesn’t work for them anymore , so they’ve slowly begun pulling away from muse b , lying and saying they need to go somewhere else after . while muse a cares deeply about muse b and loves the moments they share , muse a wishes that muse b would treat them the same way when they’re sober . bonus / eventual outcome ; muse b has slowly taken notice of this and is determined to figure out what’s going on / make it up to muse a .

#1x1 rp #1x1 roleplay #plot bunny #wanted plot #wanted storyline #storylines #𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 ↪ storyline.#discord rp #want this to be m/m or f/f tho so like this if you're interested

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kerkosims · 4 months

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khai met brennan on a blind date after creating her meet and mingle profile. it's safe to say the second date was a success.

#ts4 #sims4 #khai greenburg #thegreenburgs #greenburgtwins #thesims4 #simblr #brennanluna #wicked whims #the sims 4 #storylines #dating #love #life #kisses #posing #sims cc

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philtatosbuck · 1 year

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Creating a new wonderfam character solely to have a dynamic with dami and jon while not doing shit with the other wonderfam characters.... king ur going to hell

#wonderfam #why can't we GIVE THE CHARACTERS WHO EXIST #storylines #PLEASE #that being said I hope this gets some of the other wonderfam characters some time to shine #doubt it. but.#yara flor #donna troy #cassie sandsmark #diana prince #:((((#lizzie prince #i fucking guess

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damien-ward · 1 year

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Okay people I have a question for you! Tell me which of these would you like to see the most! Now I may work on the others as well, but this poll is to help decide which I should focus on more.

More Details:

Damien's Tale: The Fall of Gilneas

This story goes into detail about what all happened to Damien during the events of the Fall of Gilneas; from being bitten all the way to up to him leaving Darnassus to find his father in Stormwind.

Dragonflight Story

I don't have a fancy name for this just yet, but it would be a continuation of Damien's current story after meeting his new family members; his uncle Elijah Ward, and his cousins Lukas and Vicki Ward. This adventure deals a lot with Damien's family and their adventure in the Dragon Isles.

The Mystery of Lana Reed

Yes I am still planning on doing this! I posted about it back during the beginning of Shadowlands, before that expansion killed my drive for WoW. But this story is about Damien taking a job where he investigates the disappearance of Lana Reed. You the tumblr people will get to vote in certain chapters to decide what choices Damien makes! This story obviously takes place during the events of Shadowlands, and thus is in the past and has already happened technically.

#ooc #what should I write #Help me choose!#Storylines

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silentsundown · 1 year

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Like many people, I think Jacques Villareal killed his wife. He str*ngled her with her bathrobe belt and then hung her body to make it look like she did it herself. It was suspected he did it, but his wife had also not been in the best of states before this happened and expressed some really dark thoughts, so the idea of su*cide couldn't really be completely dismissed either. Max was too young to remember his mother and both Luna and Hugo always thought their mother did it herself.

Morgan Fyres and Ulrike Faust don't have much of an age difference (think, Ulrike is around 20 while Morgan is 17, nothing too shocking) and have a crush on each other. They will end up together for sure.

Geeta Rasoya is the annoying old lady who is always trying to gossip the crap out of people and constantly talks about her son. Whenever she meets a woman Raj's age, it seems that she turns the conversation to the possibility, even sliiiight, that she might be a good marriage candidate for Raj. Young single ladies know to avoid her because otherwise they never get her off their back. Even Raj is embarrassed about his mother's antics.

Akira Kibo is gay and feels a bit embarrassed by the fact Miko is so much into him.

Lily Feng's distaste for children and romance, more generally coldness, is due to her own upbringing. She was raised in a very cold and stern family, solely focused on money, and has never learned how to properly manage and express emotions, or even be a child with all that it entails. Children remind her precisely of that, which is why she hates them so much. She doesn't feel anything romantic for Victor, and at the beginning he didn't either, but she grew on him and despite the fact she mostly likes him as a life companion, he's got such an important place in her life that being without him would feel empty.

Jess Sigworth dated both boys and girls in her high school years, but ultimately chose to marry Dylan due to wanting a family and him being a good dad. However, she's way more female-leaning in her attractions. She also gets crushes pretty easily, but keeps those feelings away from her home life as to not disturb the stability of her home life and it possibly having effects on Christie.

Dylan Sigworth, even though he enjoys being a stay-at-home dad, feels that something is missing in his connection with Jess. It feels like they're not on the same intellectual level, not that she's dumb, but he simply craves more mental stimulation. He has a crush on a certain Alice Martin, who he met at the library one afternoon, and feels conflicted between his attachment to Jess and the fact he feels much more "at home" with Alice, intellectually.

#ts4 simblr #new simblr #my headcanons #storylines #the sims 4 #jacques villareal #lily feng #geeta rasoya #akira kibo #morgan fyres #ulrike faust #jess sigworth #dylan sigworth #ts4 headcanon

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vultureboi · 7 months

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Communication

So I was reading manga and I realized communication would fix so many things. Like- a lot of stories involve miscommunication! If they just spoke to each other, the problems they face would be so much easier!!

COMMUNICATION SOLVES PROBLEMS!! That’s the whole reason drama exists is because people don’t communicate properly!!

A lot of love stories, if they’re just honest with each other, they’d learn that they love each other! But instead, they avoid the truth and so much drama happens. THIS is why communication is important!!

I never realized that you can’t make a story without having communication issues in it! If everyone just spoke the truth, everyone would be on the same page and there would be no real storyline!!

But because of the main stream lack of communication, people in real life lack the skills to communicate! This causes our lives to be extra troublesome.

Yes, I know, it’s not easy to be honest a lot of times. But if we literally just spoke to each other about our feelings? Like- everything would be okay.

Here’s proof that I found:

I had a friend who was VERY different from me. We shared NOTHING in common. But we still got along. We shared different views and had different political opinions. She didn’t believe in trans people and thought they were made up. I’m a trans man. I spoke to her about it. Told her why I feel the way I do. Why I do what I do. She told me why she thought it was ridiculous. But in the end, we came to a conclusion. We decided, “you know, we’re going to disagree. And that’s okay. But I appreciate you as a person.” And instead of focusing on our differences, we worked together to create a compromise. Instead of using my chosen name, she used the first two letters of my new name which is the initials of my first and middle name. That way, we could be at even terms. They would be technically deadnaming me, but it was agreed upon as it was closer and more acceptable. It was less offensive to me and I could think of it like my name. We found a way around our differences. Sadly, I moved away and lost touch with her.

But she was a good friend not because we shared a lot in common but because we communicated. It was odd at first, being completely vulnerable and open. But when you both understand how the other thinks, it’s easier to get along.

Currently, I have a friend who doesn’t understand mental illness things or LGBTQ, has a lot of bad experience with people that identify with them. But when they met me, they learned they aren’t all bad. I was open, honest, I accepted his opinion and didn’t try to change it. Instead I worked to find a compromise. They are now my best friend. They moved away but I still have lots of contact with him.

Communication is so important for our lives and media is teaching us to not communicate properly. I think we need to change it. If we can find a way to tell a story without the conflict of miscommunication. At least some! That way we can learn more effective ways to communicate with each other.

Sorry for the 5AM rant while reading manga. But it just dawned on me and I thought I should tell others to be aware of this.

It won’t work for everyone because some people don’t want to understand others. But it’s worth a shot. I think it can really improve our everyday lives.

Thank you for reading this, I know it’s random.

#communication #political differences #relationships #TALK TO EACH OTHER DAMMIT!!!!#can we just get along?#unlikely friends #rant #stories #storylines #writing plots #self help

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silently-judgingyou · 8 months

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Storylines

My main story will be MCU canon excluding the spell causing everyone to forget Peter Parker. Other than that, everything will be according to Canon.

Option 2, if you want to do something where the spell did take affect, that is acceptable to a certain degree. Let’s just talk it out together first.

Another option is let me know your ideas! You can either dm me or drop a question in my ask box. Either are acceptable.

#michelle jones #mj watson #spiderman #Michelle jones roleplay #MJ Watson roleplay #storylines

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updownlately · 10 months

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can't stand (when you're not close to me)

absolutely cannot get this idea out of my head so i need to share it somehow. if you're confused on what this is, check this out :) song: notice me by role model

might not ever write this properly tbh

smidge of angst with fluff, just softness between the two characters

in my mind its an alessia fic (im just on an alessia arc don't mind me)

the whole thing really starts after you come back in after a night out with a bunch of friends

the group was huge, a mix of teammates and a few of everyone's personal friends just coming together to enjoy the start of summer

everyone was having fun, at least you were trying your best to make sure of that

alessia however, had been slightly quiet the whole night, not letting herself be as loose as she normally would

it concerned you, but you brushed it off after the first three times she told you she was fine

you tried to stick by her for a lot of the night but you eventually got swept away by friends, old and new

the night passes, you both don't interact much, not for your lack of trying, but it was just like the universe didn't want you beside each other. plus, even if you absolutely tried your hardest to be near the other girl, she was distant, no matter how close you guys sat

when it comes time to leave, alessia's quiet, not protesting like she normally would, adding to your worry

"you sure you're alright babe?"

a hum is all you get in response

when you make it back to your shared apartment, the walk back one of the quietest you've both ever had (and not in a good kind of way) she wordlessly puts her handbag to the side, removes her shoes and heads to your guys' bedroom, not waiting for you

you just stand there, sighing, locking the door behind you. you didn't realize it till now but her distancing herself took its toll on you

the whole night, all you wanted to do really was be by her, in her arms, kissing her, touching her in one way or another, anything really, just wanted her near you, yet she didn't want the same

it didn't help that she was dressed to the nines too, the black dress that she wore hugging her frame perfectly, her hair in loose waves, a personal favourite of yours, and makeup making her look ever so angelic, the world's most beautiful, ethereal human in your opinion.

all in all, all you really wanted was a nice night out with your friends and then a soft night in with your lover, someone who clearly couldn't stand to be near you right now, this night immediately losing its place as one of your favourites taking a deep breath to call yourself down, you follow her lead,

removing your shoes, locking up the rest of the house and heading to the bedroom

entering, you could hear the water of the shower running, sadness enveloping you just a little more

more often than not, practically an unspoken ritual of yours now, you both would get ready for bed with the other, showering the night out away together, just a small little tradition that charged both of you up, the intimacy of it all calming to you, strengthening

you wait for her to finish up, sitting on the edge of the bed, her appearing out of the bathroom practically ready for bed

catching her softly by her arm when she doesn't look at you, you ask "hey, are you sure we're okay? did i do something to upset you? cause if yeah, please tell me so i can fix it" you're practically begging, looking up at her, alessia barely meeting your eyes before darting them elsewhere

"we're fine. i'm just tired"

you knew that was bullshit. any time a woman, especially a girlfriend, said she was tired whilst she was ignoring you meant that you fucked up, one way or another. it was very much a no brainer. yet, in that moment you chose not to press it, knowing alessia and aware that it wouldn't end well if you prodded right now.

so instead you nodded, placing a tender kiss to the back of her hand before heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed yourself

what you didn't see on the way out was the unshed tears in alessia's eyes, how she stood frozen in her spot for a minute, the ghost of your lips on her hand taunting her

she didn't know how to tell you, but ever since the both of you had walked into the dinner venue and heads had turned, many of the gazes taking you in, your outfit and the air of confidence that surrounded you, (in my mind reader's wearing a suit or maybe just a button down with slacks, radiating an aura of power), alessia had been uneasy with the attention

it wasn't often that she doubted herself, rarely on the pitch or during trainings and even more seldomly when she was with you.

so she didn't know why, here in this moment, the assault of thoughts telling her she wasn't good enough for you was the only thing on her mind.

the repeated thoughts of how you could do better, how any of your other friends or the other girls at the dinner would look so much better on your arm instead of her were on the forefront of her mind throughout most of the dinner, only easing just slightly in the club due to the sheer loudness of the music playing.

she thought about telling you, aware that you wouldn't mock her for it like she feared, yet the fear itself of the possibility of you leaving her at how pathetic she was stopped her

instead, she willed for the thoughts to go away, waiting until they would pass before she came in contact with you, knowing you'd otherwise read her like a book (being in a relationship for two years would do that to a person). deciding that sleeping it off would be best, she had made a beeline for exactly that the second you had both entered the apartment.

she knew she was hurting you, you never one to hide your emotions from the blonde, but yet, in the this moment, fear with its hand wrapped around her throat, alessia didn't know what else to do but protect her heart (something a part of her knew you would do too, without a second of doubt)

however, her plans fall short the second you reenter the room, ready for bed, smaller frame being swallowed in a hoodie of hers

as you tuck yourself in onto your side of the bed, alessia facing away from you, the back of her head and torso the only things visible, you consider giving it one more try, going for a gentle approach this time

you roll onto your side, your front facing her back now, running a featherlike touch over her bicep, trailing down to her forearm before wrapping it around her waist

"please talk to me love. it's killing me seeing you like this...seeing you so far away from me, your sweet smile not on your face." its a hushed whisper, too afraid that if its just a decibel too loud the whole world would crash and burn

when seconds pass, turning into a minute, then almost nearing two, you're about to give up and just call it a night

right as you go to pick up your arm from where it laid across the striker, you feel the mattress move from body movement that most definitely wasn't your own

holding your breath, you wait

slowly but surely, alessia turns to face you, her head hung down, eyes not meeting your own

reaching out, you intertwine your hands with hers, your other hand coming to rest at her hip

"i'm sorry"

"less...don't be. just let me in yeah? what's going on in that pretty mind of yours?"

swallowing hard, her eyes flicked up to meet yours before coming back down, gaze fixed on your interlocked fingers

"i just-" taking a sigh, she reminded herself this was you. the same you that had stuck by her even after seeing her at her worst after losing so many important games. the same you that had always diligently taken care of her the few times she was sick. the same you that would always know how to take care of her on her worst days, magically always making the perfect dinner, running her baths, cuddling her until she couldn't help but smile. this was that you. you were that you. and you were safe. she knew that. she just had to believe it, had to trust in it.

"it's stupid"

"wanna let me be the judge of that? plus anything that's bothering you isn't stupid my love. in fact, if it's bothering you as much as this is, it's actually quite important to me. you're important to me"

closing her eyes, alessia inches closer towards you, foreheads nearly touching now.

"i can't help-... i can't help but think sometimes how you'd be better off with another girl. it's silly, i know. but like even today, when we walked into the restaurant, so so so many people turned to look at you, and before you say anything, yes they were looking at you, i saw their gazes scan you.

you couldn't help but smile at how well she knew. even with her eyes closed she was ready to cut off your imminent statement.

shoulders relaxing at your silence, recognizing your genuine intent to listen (mentally cursing herself for ever doubting your love for her) she continued.

"even at the dinner and then the club afterwards, you just looked so...i don't know...relaxed? with the other girls around you. and they weren't worried about you like i was. they weren't stuck in their own heads. they were just there. just pretty, holding the conversations well, making you and others laugh, not stuck in their own heads, questioning why you were with them, doubting yourself, and it just...i can't help but think, you'd be so much better off y'know..."

alessia trailed off, eyes still closed, the last sentence hanging heavily in the air

you took a deep breath in, shaking your head ever so slightly before pulling the taller girl into you.

"less, baby...i don't want any else but you." pausing to place a soft kiss on forehead, you continue. "all night, all i could think of was how gorgeous you looked y'know? the whole time...dinner, the club, even the walk home love, you didn't leave my mind. i couldn't wait to get home to be with you, just us two, in our apartment, our bedroom, together."

you could hear alessia hum at your pause, her eyes still not meeting yours, her heart still not believing you.

"i want you. just you. only you. i can't stand it when you're not close to me y'know. just having you near, hands intertwined, or maybe not, maybe you're just beside me, yet each time my hearts doing summersaults. hell sometimes i can't even manage to fathom how i got you to date me. you're perfect, and everything in between y'know."

it was as your last sentence trailed off that Alessia finally looked up, meeting your eyes for half a second before they fell on your lips.

giving her a nearly imperceptible nod, you let yourself lean in, meeting her halfway.

your grip on her waist tightened, alessia's own hands reaching out, grasping at your hips, tugging you closer to her, bodies now flush.

between gentle kisses, featherlike touches, and quiet whispers, sighs, and gasps, you let your actions speak.

chaste kiss after chaste kiss, you chased her lips each time she pulled away, not wanting to spend even a second an inch apart, not when she'd been so far from you all day.

it was when alessia pulled away, air likely finally an issue that you scanned her face. this time though, all you could see was apologetic eyes and a tired mind.

"i love you alessia. so fucking very much. and just know that you're the only person i ever wanna love. ever in my whole life. i want to love you forever."

and when you received your favourite soft smile in return, followed by a quiet murmur of 'i love you too, so much' against your lips, before another kiss is placed upon them, you know that this may not have been the best night of your life, but it was one of your favourites with the blonde. just the pair of you, cuddled up, loved up, relaxed, together.

you both knew that the intrusive thoughts hadn't left her mind, at least not yet, but you were going to make sure that eventually, no matter how long it took, you'd make sure that she knew she was the only one for you.

(a small part two to the initial idea, read if you want :) technically a continuation)

its why just before going to bed that exact night, you suggested having a date the next day. "just the two of us, you and me, lets spend the day together yeah?

and so when you wake up the next morning, you do so with the blonde's arms wrapped around your midsection, your back pressed tightly to her front, her face snuggled into your neck, slight puffs of her breath tickling your collarbones.

your guys' morning goes by quietly, just pure softness really

it starts of with you both just laying in a bed a bit longer, cuddling after you eventually wake up alessia (after you've taken the time to admire her and her little freckles, and the curve of her nose, and ran your finger over the gentle wrinkle lines that were beginning to form on her face ofc),

the pair of you brush your teeth together, you pulling silly faces and catching your lovers eyes in the mirror before you end up making a mess around the counter, you both giggling whilst cleaning up after your impromptu mr. bean impressions

after freshening up, the pair of you head downstairs, you starting the coffee pot while alessia hangs off your back like a koala, hunching over just a little so she can comfortable smush her forehead into the space between your shoulder blades

breakfast goes by without a hitch really, you both not leaving the other's side for more than a minute at any given moment, even going as far as eating at the island so you could pull two stools impossibly close together

its as you get both get dressed and alessia's asking you where you want to go out for the day, that you decide that now was the perfect time to set your small surprise into motion.

convincing the blonde to go to an outdoor shopping centre isn't hard at all, since she's smitten with you

what is difficult though, is hiding your intentions from her

so when you eventually lead her into the fifth jewelry store of the day alessia can tell something is up

and when she prods you on your intent, you can't help but shrug, wanting her to witness your idea for herself

so as you talk to the jeweller (you have a good feeling about this store having what you're looking for) you can feel alessia drape herself over your back once more. except this time, alessia sneakily slips her hands under your (technically her) hoodie, resting them on your stomach, skin only separated by the thin cotton t-shirt you had on under.

you do your best to try to finish telling the jeweller what you were looking for without stuttering too much, the warmth of her palms pressed flat against your midsection sending butterflies throughout your chest

as you chastise her quietly without turning around (not wanting her to see the smile on your face). "lessi you need to stop, they're going to end up asking us to leave otherwise" you pout

despite of your tone, you can feel her silently laugh into your neck, placing apologetic kisses along your nape

slapping her arm, you composed yourself just in time for the person you were talking to earlier to show up, a velvet box in her hands

taking the box from her hands, you gently opened it, revealing the small platinum chain, a small 'R' hanging off the middle.

tapping alessia's arm, you grab her attention, her head popping out from where it rested in the crook of your neck

"whatchu think?"

flipping over the charm, you felt alessia take in a sharp breath, her grip on you getting just a tad bit tighter

"i-... what? are you sure?"

you shrugged in response, a smile taking over your face.

"pretty sure yeah. i know what i want babe. it's you."

letting her finger run over the engraving on the back, alessia couldn't hold back her smile, in awe of the way you knew exactly how to make her feel better.

and as you go ahead and finalize the purchase, alessia offering to pay before you can even take out your wallet, you both have the biggest smiles on your face.

just before you walk out, you let her examine the 'alessia' written on the back

"can i put it on you?"

you nod eagerly, moving your hair out of the way.

you feel her fingers skim your nape before she sets the necklace perfectly across your collarbones, clasping it into place

finally walking out, ready to make your way home, you reach out intertwining your hands with hers

you knew you both would have your ups and downs, your love for each other being tested so often. but you also knew that if you had to walk through hell for anyone, with anyone, it would be the blonde beside you, the striker that had your heart.

letting your love envelope the quiet surrounding you both, you quietly made your way home, the silence comforting this time, a unsaid promise of support, of love, of forever.

lyrics this is based off of (not many btw, the idea came to me first, the song after but oddly enough so many lyrics fit perfectly with my idea):

"you're perfect, and everything in between"

"keep going, until they tell us to leave"

"let's dance when we're not supposed to be"

"can't stand when you're not close to me"

"damn, can't believe you notice me"

"now i'm angry, cause i'm fallin' in love"

"i'm mad, 'cause i used to hate all this stuff"

"and i won't let this go, never fell this far"

okay damn. i had to make multiple text blocks, i wrote that much holy shit. its 3k words of an unfinished idea...this is killing me.

i don't know if i'll ever write this one out properly, but i might maybe. we'll see. anyways, this was just a nice little idea/scene that played out in my head that i decided to continue and then eventually added the second little part bc i thought it would be cute (i'm sorry you cannot tell me alessia wouldn't absolutely lose her mind seeing you wear a necklace with her initials). hopefully the cuteness was retained as the ideas went from visuals in my head to actual text.

anyways, i hope y'all enjoyed and that this makes sense grammatically bc this was not at all proof read.

take care 🫶

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