#chloe kelly

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Ck what a baller, please stay with us

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don't fall in love with a loan player

don't fall in love with a loan player

don't fall in love with a loan player

don't fall in love with a loan player

don't fall in love with a loan player

[enwoso]

SENSE OF FAMILARITY | alessia russo x child!reader

this idea came out of nowhere really, well really sparked from chloe first start back in an arsenal shirt x

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the arsenal training ground was quiet in the early morning, the crisp air filled with soft chatter as players arrived one by one. the sky still held a sleep blue hue, the sun barely peeking over the horizon.

among those trudging towards the entrance was alessia with her hand occupied with her bag she took to training and you curled up in her arms against her chest like a koala.

you were not a morning person.

your tiny arms were wrapped around alessia's neck, your head resting against her shoulder, face half buried in the soft fabric of your mummy's hoodie.

you were still deep in your half-asleep state, refusing to acknowledge the fact that you had been cruelly removed from your warm bed and dragged into the real world.

"still out of it, is she?" beth smirked as she walked in beside alessia, throwing a knowing glance at your snuggled up form - it being how you arrived most days to training.

"completely," alessia sighed, adjusting her grip as you were slightly sliding down. "i tried to wake her up at home but she just gave me the dirtiest look and went straight back to sleep. honestly i'm impressed she let me get her dressed."

beth chuckled, "i like her style, i'd love a few more hours in bed too."

as more of the team arrived, the conversation shifted to their upcoming training sessions. leah, katie and kyra joining in, discussing everything from the last match to the quality of arsenals breakfast option.

meanwhile, you remained blissfully unaware of your surroundings, you just remember curling up on the sofa as your mummy made her usual pre-work out smoothie, which for the record didn't taste very nice.

you had since curled further into your mummy's hold, your little hands gripping the hoodie strings like lifelines, your breathing slow and steady.

and then—

"so where am i supposed to be goin'?"

the voice was familiar. too familiar.

your head snapped up so quickly that alessia barely had time to react, catching her coffee just in time before it went everywhere.

one second you were barely conscious — the next, you were fully alert. blinking wildly as you searched for the source of the voice.

"huh?" you mumbled, still groggy but clearly on high alert.

alessia frowned. "you okay, lovie?"

but you weren't listening. you were twisting in your mummy's arms, eyes darting around the training ground searching for the voice you had just heard.

and then you saw her.

she was there, standing a few feet away dressed in full arsenal training gear, was chloe kelly.

you froze. your brain seemingly beginning to short-circuit as you stared at chloe, your mouth slightly open along with your sleepy confusion quickly morphing into absolute bewilderment.

chloe, meanwhile, was chatting casually with one of the coaches. it being her first proper day since signing the loan agreement with the arsenal. completely unaware that she had just rocked your entire worldview.

you turned back to your mummy's arms, eyes wide, "mummy.." you whispered, your voice filled with suspicion. "i think i seeing things.."

alessia not thoroughly entertained by your sleepy little delusions as she bit back a laugh. "what do you mean, lovie?"

you dramatically pointing towards chloe, as she stood clad in full arsenal training gear, "she's here," you stated, as if you were annoying a sight of a ghost.

alessia nodded, not understand quite what you were getting at, "yep?"

"but,, but she a man city player," you said slowly like you were trying to remind your mummy of something incredibly obvious.

"not anymore," alessia smirked, "she's playing for the arsenal now."

you squinted at your mummy, as if trying to detect the lie. then, you decided you needed a confirmation from the source. you wriggling from the warmth and comfort of your mummy's arms until you were placed on the ground.

the second you feet touched the ground, you were stomping your little feet straight towards chloe, hands on your hip in all your four-year old authority.

"what you doing here?" you asked, it coming out more of demand than a question.

chloe hearing your voice and now clearly amused at the sheer confusion on your face as she crouched down to your level. "i'm playing for the arsenal now" she explained with an excited grin.

you blinked, then frowned, then blinked again. confused.

"but, you play for man city... like viv" you insisted as if chloe had simply just forgotten what team she played for.

"not anymore, tiny" chloe chuckled at your stubbornness to accept the truth. "i got loaned out, im back with arsenal until at least the summer."

your little nose scrunched up, still deep in thought. your sleepy mind not helping with all this change so early in the morning. you crossing your arms, well tried to, your tiny brows furrowing. "so.. so you're here now?"

chloe nodded with a warm smile. "that's right." there was a beat of silence as you continued to process this unexpected development. and then - like a switch being flipped your face lit up.

"oh! well, okay then!" you immediately grabbing chloe's hand, nearly knocking the poor girl over as all your previous confusion was long gone. "come on, i gotta show you around!"

nearby, alessia had been watching the whole thing along with some of the girls. they all being very invested in the interaction before bursting into laughter.

"that's one way to wake Lovie up in the morning," steph quipped, chuckling slightly as she nudged alessia.

alessia shook her head fondly, watching you enthusiastically drag chloe toward the training facilities. "honestly, we should have signed chloe weeks ago. would've saved me a lot of grumpy mornings."

chloe shot a grin over her shoulder, "guess i've got a personal tour guide now?"

"oh, you've got no choice, it's lovie's way of saying welcome back!" alessia called back. "you're hers now."

you now fully embracing your role as chloe's personal tour guide - as if she was completely new to the building.. as you tugged her along eagerly. “come on lolo, i gotta show you where we eat lunch! and i'll can show you the best spots for naps — which is very important. oh! and the best part.. the snack cupboard!"

chloe laughed, letting you just lead the way, immersing herself in your well thought out tour. "sounds  like you've got your priorities sorted, kid."

you beamed proudly as chloe just smiled, "yep! and now you do too!"

with that, you marched chloe into the training ground, her mission clear: make sure chloe felt right back at home.

[bbangsoul]

chloe kelly's first start, goal, assist, AND yellow card she's collecting all the infinity stones 😭😭😭

[wileys-russo]

perfect 10/10 no notes 🤌🏼🤌🏼 new media team is serving

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Wholesome scenes after the final whistle. 🤍🤍

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[jade4956]

Lights Out

Wembley was buzzing. The energy in the stadium was unreal, England vs. Spain, the Nations League decider. A packed crowd, a fiery atmosphere, and the Lionesses looking to get revenge after the World Cup final heartbreak.

Tahlia Bliss shifted on her feet, glancing at the scoreboard. England 1-0 Spain.

The game had been a battle. Lauren James’ goal had given England the lead early, but Spain were relentless. Ona Batlle, Aitana Bonmatí, and Salma Paralluelo had been causing problems all game, forcing England’s defense to stay sharp.

Tahlia took a deep breath, standing near Keira Walsh and Ella Toone in midfield as Spain tried to build from the back.

Then, out of nowhere—

Blackout

The entire stadium plunged into darkness.

For a moment, there was absolute silence—a stunned pause before the crowd collectively gasped. The only light came from the thousands of phone screens flashing around the stadium.

“What the hell?” Keira’s voice came from somewhere in the dark.

“Wait, did we just get power cut mid-game?” Leah Williamson asked, sounding half amused, half confused.

“You’ve gotta be joking,” Lucy muttered.

A few nervous laughs rippled around, but most players stood frozen, unsure of what to do.

“Oh my God, I can’t see anything,” Chloe Kelly said

“Nobody move,” Millie Bright warned. “I swear if someone runs into me, we’re scrapping.”

“I already ran into Keira” Niamh decided to yell

Mary Earps, of course, took it as an opportunity to be Mary Earps.

She dramatically flopped to the ground in the box. “Right, wake me up when we’re back on.”

“Mary, we’re literally still playing,” Alex Greenwood groaned.

“Not anymore, we’re not,” Mary quipped.

The referees were trying to figure out what was going on. Meanwhile, players started making their way toward their benches to wait it out.

That’s when Tahlia made her mistake.

In the complete chaos and darkness, she accidentally walked toward the wrong bench.

She wasn’t thinking, just moving with the crowd, too busy muttering about how insane this was. She followed the closest players—except they weren’t England players.

She only realized when she heard someone next to her say—

“Bliss? Since when did you play for Spain?”

The stadium lights flickered, then flashed back on.

And in that exact moment, Tahlia found herself standing in the middle of the Spain technical area.

“And… well, the lights are back on! And it looks like Tahlia Bliss has transferred to Spain!”

The commentator’s voice echoed through the speakers, making it ten times worse.

Tahlia blinked.

Looked around.

Saw Salma Paralluelo and Olga Carmona standing beside her.

Saw Irene Paredes and Athenea del Castillo covering their mouths, trying not to laugh.

Saw Ona Batlle patting her on the back like she was a long-lost teammate.

“Uh… Tahlia?” Salma grinned. “Wrong team, amiga.”

Tahlia’s face went bright red.

“Oh my God—oh my actual God—I’m so sorry!” She took three horrified steps back.

The Spain players were dying.

“Stay with us!” Jenni Hermoso teased.

“Yeah, we won’t tell Sarina,” Aitana smirked.

Tahlia covered her face. “I swear I—this is the most embarrassing thing ever—”

Back at the England bench, Chloe Kelly was literally on the floor laughing.

“Nah, this is unreal,” Lauren James wheezed.

“Tahlia, mate,” Leah Williamson called, still chuckling. “You’re not even trying to hide your transfer anymore, huh?”

Still red-faced, Tahlia turned to the Spain players, apologizing one last time before sprinting back to the England bench.

As she sat down, Sarina Wiegman just shook her head, smiling.

Tahlia groaned. “That’s going viral, isn’t it?”

This was going to haunt her forever.

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Thank you for the request to the Anon that sent it I fear I may not have done it justice but here you go. I hope you like reading in and as always my requests and asks are open

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CK with her first start in the champions league and she went and got 2 assists

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IM FUCKING CRYING

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And now they’re gonna be teammates😂