Alessia Russo Oneshot

Rookie Makeup Mishap

You never thought the day would come when you, the self-proclaimed tomboy of the Arsenal squad, would be enlisted to do someone's makeup. Least of all, your girlfriend Alessia Russo's makeup. But here you were, sitting in the midst of giggling teammates, armed with an array of brushes and palettes that looked more like foreign artefacts to you than beauty tools.

It all started innocently enough. Kyra Cooney-Cross, the mastermind behind today's TikTok challenge, had proposed a "Makeup Roulette" video. Each player would draw a name out of a hat and do that person's makeup blindfolded. As fate would have it, Alessia drew your name. After a round of laughter and teasing from the team about how clueless you were with makeup, Alessia surprised everyone by suggesting that you do her makeup unblindfolded for the video.

And that's how you found yourself nervously swatching foundation shades on the back of Alessia's hand, muttering under your breath about undertones and coverage while the girls looked on, suppressing laughter.

Alessia sat in front of you, trying her best to suppress a nervous giggle as you wielded a mascara wand like a sword and stared at the assortment of makeup products like they were alien artefacts.

"What's first?" you muttered, flipping through a makeup tutorial on your phone.

"Foundation," Alessia replied with a grin.

You squeezed a dollop of foundation onto your fingers and began spreading it on Alessia's face, trying to mimic the motions you had seen countless times on YouTube. The room fell silent as everyone watched with bated breath, waiting to see the magic unfold.

"Um, I think you missed a spot," Leah Williamson, one of the teammates, pointed out with a stifled snicker.

You furrowed your brows and leaned in closer, dabbing more foundation on Alessia's cheek until it resembled more of a cake batter consistency than a flawless base.

"Oops, sorry," you muttered sheepishly.

"You got this, Y/N," Alessia encouraged, trying not to laugh herself as you squinted at the eyeshadow palette like it held the secrets of the universe.

"Right, um, okay," you mumbled, picking up a fluffy brush and dipping it into what you hoped was a neutral shade.

"Are you sure about this, Less?" Caitlin chimed in, biting her lip to hold back a snicker. "I mean, she can't even tell mascara from lipstick."

"I can too!" you protested weakly, earning a chorus of teasing groans from the team.

Undeterred, you soldiered on, sweeping colours across Alessia's eyelids with determination. Halfway through, you caught Vivianne Miedema's amused gaze and her barely concealed grin sent you into a panicked frenzy. "Is this... okay?" you asked Alessia in a stage whisper, holding up a mirror for her inspection.

Alessia bit her lip, trying to stifle a laugh. "Um, maybe a bit more blending?"

"Right, blending!" you exclaimed, attacking Alessia's eyelids with renewed vigour.

As the minutes ticked by, you amassed a small crowd of onlookers, each offering their own commentary on your newfound makeup skills.

"What's that, a smokey eye or a black eye?" Manuela Zinsberger quipped, earning a playful shove from Alessia.

"Oh, come on, it's not that bad," Alessia defended you half-heartedly, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror and barely recognizing her own reflection.

"Blush next?" you asked, feeling a bit more confident now that you had warmed up.

You grabbed a blush brush and swept it across Alessia's cheeks with a flourish. Unfortunately, you got a bit too enthusiastic, and Alessia ended up looking like she had just run a marathon in the Sahara Desert.

"Maybe a bit less?" Kim Little suggested through her laughter.

Finally, it was time for lipstick. You uncapped a bright red tube and carefully outlined Alessia's lips, trying to stay within the lines. The effect was more 'clown at a birthday party' than 'chic footballer ready for a night out'.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was probably only fifteen minutes, you stood back triumphantly, presenting Alessia to the group.

"There! Done!" you announced proudly, admiring your handiwork.

The room erupted into laughter as Alessia inspected herself in the mirror, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and amusement. "Y/N, babe, I look like I just stumbled out of a paintball match," she managed to say between giggles.

You couldn't help but join in, laughing at the masterpiece you had created on Alessia's face. It was a bold look, to say the least, with eyeshadow that extended well beyond her eyelids and blush applied with the precision of a toddler wielding a crayon.

"Wow, I think we've found our new makeup artist," Katie joked, pulling you into a hug. You shrugged, grinning despite the playful teasing. "Anytime. I think I missed my calling."

"Hey, at least we can say you tried," Leah offered with a grin, patting you on the back.

Alessia leaned over and kissed you on the cheek, her eyes sparkling with affection. "You're still the best, even if you did turn me into a Picasso painting."

And with that, you joined the rest of the team in the laughter, thankful for teammates who could find humour in even the most unexpected situations. Even if it meant your brief stint as a makeup artist would go down in Arsenal history as the day Alessia Russo rocked a look that was anything but ordinary.