WOSO Imagines

I Choose a Lifetime of Happiness (Fran Kirby x Reader)

[I changed some of the details of the actual game to fit the story]

"And Barcelona has beaten Chelsea for the Champions League with a harrowing win of 5-nothing!" The commentator yelled.

Alexia immediately ran over to me to hug me since I was the closest, but I dodged her hug in favour of comforting my girlfriend.

She was dejectedly sitting on the ground, obviously angry at her performance. 

Super Fran Kirby, the love of my life. 

Sitting on the ground, pouting. I have to admit, she looks adorable right now, even if I might sleep on the couch tonight.

I slowly walked over to her trying to create a mental encouraging speech in my head.

After preparing it I stuck my hand out in front of her. The second she took it and stood up, I abandoned all thought and did what came naturally. I hugged her.

I hugged her like there was no tomorrow, and she hugged me like I was her lifeline.

Thats the funny thing about Fran, she's like a drug. The second I have her in my arms I can't let go, and the second she's gone I need her back.

Maybe that's just love. The utter need for that person, living your entire life revolving around that one soul. Going to bed just to wake up to a certain face. Making a fool of yourself to hear the most incredible sound in the world. Telling embarrassing stories just to see a blinding smile.

Doing anything and everything just to make one person out of 7 billion happy.

Maybe love is just a choice to commit to someone, no matter the obstacles that stand in the way. 

Maybe love is making that same choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year. Never faltering, never pausing, just that same choice over and over.

And that's how I loved Fran Kirby, day in and day out, year after year. Never faltering, never pausing, the same choice over and over. 

When I finally let go I felt like I couldn't breathe, but I was still living. Living in a moment of greatness, yet here I was not celebrating, but here with my girl.

I never doubted that choice.

"I'm proud of you." She looked up at me, smiling. I could tell that it was a hard thing for her to do.

"Y/n/l" My team started shouting at me to come over since the medal ceremony was starting.

I felt a burst of pride when I was awarded the gold medal and kissed the trophy. 

However I frowned when I saw Fran's angry face when she took off her medal. I wanted to desperately hug her again but I couldn't since Vicky had the trophy in her hand to raise in our victory.

Throughout the champagne, my friends yells of joy, the confetti everything. I still looked back to my girlfriend, who was staring at me with a small smile on her face, clapping.

The second it was all over I swiftly grabbed the trophy and quickly walked over to Fran and kissed her, still holding the trophy.

She grinned at me. Suddenly all those hard practices, all those early mornings, all those stupid games all seemed worth it. 

Screw it, if I lost and she smiled at me like that I would be the luckiest girl in the world.

"Here," I told her, replacing her medal with mine "You deserve it."

She looked down at it before replying "I don't need it" she smiled "Your already the best trophy I've already won."

I laughed and kissed her cheek.

At this point the Champions League trophy was completely abandoned and forgotten, but the photographers didn't forget.

The next morning I would wake up to a headaches worth of social media notifications and texts.

But all that didn't matter, only the person in front of me did.

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After the game I had the unfortunate pleasure of media duties.

"Why did you not celebrate with your teammates after you won?" One reporter asked.

"Well," I started "Don't get me wrong winning the Champions League is a major feat, and I'm insanely proud of my teammates. However I can't celebrate when my friend is crying. "

"Winning is everything. Being first is everything. But being with my girl is everything to me. It takes a lot of work to get to the final.

'Form is temporary, class is permanent and it's going to take everything you've got to stay at first place.' that's what my high school coach told me when we got to our 3rd championships final. Thats stuck with me for years, and so has that winning mentality.

"Winning is fun... Sure. But winning is not the point. Wanting to win is the point. Not giving up is the point. Never letting up is the point. Never being satisfied with what you've done is the point." (Pat Summitt) I told the reporter. 

"Winning means a lot to me, but it also does to Fran and in the end only one of us can win. This time it was me."

"Years later people are going to be talking about the current champion, not the one that happened 5, 10 years later." I smiled at the camera.

"But I'd choose Fran over a trophy any day." I grinned at Fran, who smiled back.

"I'd chose a lifetime of happiness over a moment of greatness"