Alessia Russo Oneshot

Inked Bonds

The Arsenal team bonding night at Beth Mead and Vivianne Miedema's place was always a mix of laughter, camaraderie, and a touch of friendly competition. Tonight, though, the dare circulating among the players was more daring than usual: get matching tattoos.

Alessia Russo, always up for a challenge, had immediately thrown herself into the idea, rallying everyone with her infectious enthusiasm. You, on the other hand, were a bit more hesitant. Tattoos were permanent, after all. But as the night wore on and everyone's spirits soared, the dare became more enticing.

"You know you want to," Alessia teased, nudging you playfully as she leaned against the kitchen counter. Her smile was infectious, and you found yourself nodding before you could second-guess yourself.

"Fine, I'm in," you replied, trying to sound more confident than you felt. "But let's keep it simple."

Alessia grinned, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Simple it is."

With the decision made, the group pooled together to decide on a design. It was a flurry of ideas and laughter, finally settling on a small, intricate symbol that represented unity and strength—something that resonated deeply with the team's spirit.

The tattoo parlour was thankfully still open when you arrived, a testament to Beth's persuasive skills when she called ahead. As you sat side by side in the waiting area, nerves began to creep in. Alessia, sensing your tension, squeezed your hand reassuringly.

"We got this," she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of excitement. "It's just ink. Plus, we'll have a story to tell."

Her words eased your nerves, and soon you found yourself seated in front of the tattoo artist, your chosen design laid out carefully on the table. Alessia went first, her expression a mix of determination and exhilaration as the needle buzzed to life.

You watched her closely, marvelling at how composed she seemed, despite the sting of the tattoo gun. When it was your turn, you took a deep breath, glancing at Alessia for support. She smiled back, a silent encouragement that grounded you.

The pain was bearable, more of a persistent irritation than anything unbearable. Alessia chattered away, distracting you with stories and jokes, and soon the tattoo was done—a permanent mark etched into your skin, symbolising a night of daring decisions and deepening friendships.

As you walked back to Beth and Viv's place, the night air felt cooler against your newly inked skin. Alessia linked her arm through yours, a silent gesture that spoke volumes. You glanced down at your matching tattoos, feeling a surge of warmth and belonging.

"Thanks for pushing me to do this," you murmured, grateful beyond words for the adventure Alessia had led you on.

"Anytime," she replied with a grin, squeezing your arm affectionately. "Who knew matching tattoos could be so much fun?"

And in that moment, under the moonlit sky, surrounded by the laughter of your teammates, you knew that this night would be etched into your memory forever—a testament to friendship, courage, and the bonds that tattoos couldn't help but strengthen.