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You Look So Pretty (Pretty Like The Sun) | Sydney Lohmann
warnings: not proof read
word count: 2557
summary: after making your own name, you realise it's not enough because you are still missing your sunshine
a/n: i wasn't going to post this but i'm on a mission to leave all my bad writing behind in 2023 so here's part two of this fic
It’s with a certain amount of trepidation that you walk onto the Bayern Munich training pitch.
Both you and the facility have undergone a major change in the years that you have been away but one thing is the same.
You know when the love of your life is near.
It seems that the blonde can still sense your presence too because she looks up and visibly pales the second she sees you.
‘Sydney.’ You breathe but she shakes her head.
The German player’s eyes are wide and panicked.
You are torn between staying where you are, on the very edge of the pitch or making your way to her.
This is the closest you have been to her since the day she broke up with you.
Luckily or unluckily, your new manager spares you and calls your new teammates over so that you can meet them.
Seeing Magda and Pernille again is a welcome distraction.
The older women had practically adopted you as their own when you were at Chelsea and you sigh contentedly as they wrap you up in a hug.
‘I missed you two so much.’ You mumble.
‘I hope you’re prepared for dinner at our place tonight. You can tell us all about why you didn’t tell us you were coming to Munich.’ The Swede says.
Pernille gives her a fond swat, ‘Oh don’t sound so serious love.’
Conspiratorially, she turns to you and loudly whispers, ‘Magda just wants the chance to mom you again.’
You giggle at the defender’s immediate protests.
******
Meeting the rest of your new club teammates goes smoothly.
All except for one.
Magda and Pernille help with the introductions, easing you back into the Bavarian team.
For all your fame, you’re still shy so you are grateful for the help.
They’re not all new faces, most are familiar.
You grew up playing for the youth teams with Klara and Lea. Some others you know from international games or as opponents that you once played against in the Frauen Bundesliga.
It’s with laughter that you reunite with Lea, the older woman teasing you that you’re still shorter than her.
Your introduction does not last long but by the time you have properly met all of your new teammates, Sydney is nowhere to be seen.
And you hate how awful that makes you feel.
Maybe you didn’t make the right decision in coming back to Munich.
******
Sydney is still Sydney. That much you have come to realise. The blonde has grown up but at her core, she’s still who you fell in love with.
You are content to watch forever as she shines on everyone. There is never going to be anyone else like her. Sydney Lohmann is a singularity.
She shows up to training sessions just a fraction of a second early and drinks far too many coffees for her own good.
Her fancy footwork on the pitch puts everyone else to shame.
The sound of her laugh still makes you happy and her smile brightens up every room that she is in.
Unlike before, none of that is directed towards you.
These days, all she has for you is indifference and silence.
She doesn’t even look at you and from the only interaction you have had so far, the one from your introduction, the midfielder has made it clear that she doesn’t want you back at her club.
You try not to let it affect you or your performance.
The faking it till you make it must be working because you are all set to be a starter just two weeks after rejoining the Bavarian club.
******
Syd doesn’t start that particular game and it gives you an overwhelming sense of relief.
It’s already stressful enough to have to prove yourself good enough to start without adding on your standing with your former girlfriend.
You’re doing well against Köln and you’re proud of how you are adapting back to the German style of play, if you do say so yourself.
There is only about a half hour left of playing time when the blonde is subbed on.
She doesn’t look at you and you keep your gaze down.
Unfortunately, for her, her playing time is cut short. It is like a bad deja vu of her previous injury against Köln, a few years ago.
One second she’s jumping down for a header and the next she is on the ground, holding her ankle.
You hear her cry out and then you are sprinting.
Lina is already at her side and just before you reach her, you freeze.
Sydney doesn’t want you anymore.
So you stay away from her but just far enough that you can still see how she is.
It doesn’t look good.
The medics come on and it is agonising for you to have to listen to Syd’s pained whimpers and do nothing about it.
You are trying your hardest not to flinch when Lea comes up to you.
‘Go to her. She needs you even if she doesn’t know it yet.’ She quietly says.
‘Schülli…’
‘Go. I know you want to.’
Hesitantly, you approach the injured midfielder.
Sydney’s eyes are tear filled and when she sees you, she immediately stretches out her hand.
It is instinct for you to put your hand in hers.
‘You’re gonna be okay.’ You murmur soothingly and she closes her fingers around yours.
The blonde shuts her eyes, more tears escaping despite her best efforts.
You keep holding her hand until the medics signal that she needs to come off.
Your ex girlfriend cries even harder at that and you help her get to her feet.
The German woman stifles a whimper as she does so and you worriedly ask, ‘Do you want a stretcher?’
‘No! Please no.’
‘Okay. Lean on me then.’ You whisper and Syd nods.
She puts her arm around your shoulders and you wrap your arm around her waist, supporting her weight.
‘I got you.’ You assure her, as she limps towards the sidelines.
Once there, it is with great reluctance that you let her go, the medics taking over.
You look over at the bench where your manager is preparing the subs and you signal for you to be replaced.
‘I’m coming off too.’
‘No.’ The blonde snaps.
‘Syd this is not up for debate.’ You insist.
Your meaning and intentions are clear, making Sydney let out a frustrated noise.
‘No. You are going to stay on and be a star. Okay? Go be a star and play for us both.’
She squeezes your hand tightly, wanting you to know how much she means her words.
‘Are you sure?’
Your ex nods, ‘Go.’
‘Okay.’
Syd’s hazel eyes are filled with tears and she looks so vulnerable that you can’t help touching your lips to the side of her head.
‘I’ll score a goal for you. Promise sonnenschein.’
In running back onto the field, you miss the way she lets out a soft sob.
She doesn’t know if she cries harder because of the old nickname, the feel of your lips back on her skin or because of the way the pain in her ankle practically doubles once you are gone.
******
You keep your promise to the German midfielder.
Scoring not just one goal but two before the referee blows the whistle for full time.
Then you rush straight to the medical room where you had been told Sydney is.
You slow down, the clicking of your studs becoming quieter as you approach. Tentatively, you knock on the door before you open it.
Syd’s all alone, sitting on the bed with her knees drawn up to her chest.
Her injured ankle has been fitted with a moon boot and her face is pale.
‘Sydney?’ You ask softly.
‘Why did you come back?’
‘Because I wanted to check on you.’ You answer immediately.
The blonde scoffs, ‘Not here here but Munich.’
‘I don’t understand.’ You murmur even though your stomach drops because you understand perfectly.
Sydney’s eyes narrow with anger.
‘Don’t give me some bullshit answer. You were doing so well for yourself over in Barcelona so why come back? You left before so why return now?’
Her words are clipped, filled with more than just resentment.
You sigh. She still knows you too well.
‘You. I came back for you.’
Sydney’s face goes blank.
‘No. You came here to win the league. You have won the English and Spanish leagues. The Champions’ League and Euros too. This is just one more thing on your list.’
Wincing audibly, you take a step forward.
‘I came back for you. You and you alone Sydney.’
‘No.’ The blonde adamantly says, even as her bottom lip starts to wobble.
‘Syd…I came back for you. I promise I came back for you.’
You are pleading with her now, almost begging for her to believe you.
The midfielder searches your face for traces of lies, tears spilling down her cheeks as she does so.
‘No. No. You chose to leave and I wasn’t enough to make you stay before. Why would I be enough for you now?’
‘Sydney I never wanted to leave you. It broke my heart to leave Germany with how things ended between us.’
Raw pain is evident in your admission and now it is your ex’s turn to flinch.
‘Why didn’t you come back earlier? You could have played for Germany. We could have played together just as we promised to all those years ago.’
You shrug.
‘I was eligible to play for England too and you made it clear that you didn’t want to see me anymore. I know me being here is the last thing you want but I just couldn’t stay away from you anymore. Not when I never stopped loving you.’
Sydney loses the little composure she has left.
Harsh sobs wrack her body and she covers her face with her hands.
‘I’m sorry. I-I’ll go now.’
You turn to leave but the blonde chokes out your name and a plea for you to stay.
‘What?’
‘I never meant for us to break up. I never meant to push you away. Fuck I am so sorry. S-So sorry.’ Syd stammers.
‘Sydney what are you talking about?’
Your words aren’t unkind, just genuinely lost. The German player’s actions have been plain and constant ever since you left. They have been nothing short of obvious in recent times.
Sydney doesn’t want you.
The midfielder wrings her hands, her voice barely a whisper as she says, ‘I love you too. There’s not been a fraction of a second where I haven’t.’
You are floored.
Literally because you have to sit down.
You stare at her silently and the only sound in the room is your ex’s quiet cries.
Eventually her tears slow and she sniffles, looking up at you.
‘Say something.’ She breathes after the painful silence continues.
You don’t know what to say so you go over to her and sit down beside her on the physio bed.
Sydney is trembling but she tentatively wraps an arm around you, getting you to lean your head against her shoulder.
After a few minutes, you curl completely into her side and the blonde sighs in relief.
It is how the rest of the team finds you later, Lea smiling a secret smile to herself.
******
You end up going with Syd back to her apartment. She gives you her address and you drive her there in your car since she can’t do it herself due to her injury.
The blonde keeps stealing glances at you as you drive, wondering if she is dreaming.
She thinks it would be too much if she puts her hand on your knee the way she used to, when you were hers and she yours.
Sydney is so busy overthinking it when you slip your hand onto her knee.
You keep your eyes on the road the entire time but a smile forms on both your faces as Syd covers your hand with hers.
Neither of you have said a word to each other but that’s okay cause there will be time for that.
******
It’s after you have helped the blonde onto her couch and brought her a mug of tea that you realise whose jersey is framed on the wall of her living room.
The three lions crest is familiar, the last name and autograph even more so.
‘Sonnenschein that’s mine.’ You murmur.
Your former girlfriend sets her tea down and nods.
With growing curiosity, you inspect the match worn jersey.
‘From the Euro final in 2022.’ Syd confirms when glance at her.
‘How?’
‘I bought it at an auction. I think it’s the one you wore during the first half.’
You remember now, the England staff had got the team to sign the jerseys before sending them off to some charity organisation.
‘Why do you have it? I would have given it to you for free if you’d asked.’ You question.
You have so many of them that this is as good a place to start as any.
‘Because I was so proud of your achievement. Even if you had to beat me to win that gold medal.’ She explains, picking up her mug again just so that she has something to fiddle with.
‘And I didn’t ask you because I was afraid.’
‘Of me?’
You try not to sound hurt but it bleeds through anyway.
Syd’s hazel eyes gloss over.
‘Not of you. Never of you. J-Just how you would react I guess. Nothing like your ex girlfriend coming up to you after you’ve won your first piece of silverware for your country to spoil the mood.’
The midfielder lets out a strained laugh.
You frown, ‘You wouldn’t have. I wanted to approach you that day too but I didn’t know how. I thought you hated me.’
‘I could never.’
‘It felt like it.’ You softly say. She's, after all, been point blank ignoring and avoiding you ever since you resigned for Bayern Munich.
The blonde grimaces, ‘I’m so sorry.’
‘You said that I made you feel like you weren’t enough when I left for Chelsea. I’m sorry for that.’
‘You needed to leave. I get that now. Leaving Munich was the best thing for your career. Bayern might be my home but it wasn’t yours. I couldn’t see that at nineteen and I can’t tell you how sorry I am for letting my selfishness ruin us. I treated you the way I did all these years because of how guilty I felt.’
‘Sydney…you didn’t ruin us.’
‘Didn’t I?’ She hopelessly asks.
‘I played a part too. It wasn’t entirely your fault.’
The German woman looks defeated and sad. Her hazel eyes are downcast and her usually healthily pink cheeks are pale.
You sit down next to Sydney and take her hand in yours, ‘We’re not ruined. You are still here and I am still here.’
She squeezes your hand in hers, ‘A-Are you saying that you want to give us a second chance?’
‘Only if you want to.’
Your former girlfriend doesn’t need a second to consider it. Her mind is made up.
******
Sydney is pretty like the sun. You’ve always thought so.
Now that you have your sunshine back, you’re not leaving her again. She’s not letting you go again either.
German Translation:
sonnenschein- sunshine
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Home is, whenever I'm with you | Lena Oberdorf
Lena Oberdorf x german!bayern munich!reader
Summary: Lena suprises you with her move to your childhood club. To finally be with you properly.
Warnings: a bit of angst, fluff
English is not my first language
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Girl, I never loved one like you
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You grew up in Munich. Everything you know is there. Your famil. Your friends. Your bestfriend, Sydney. Your club.... Everything you loved was in one place. Exept your home, your lover, Lena Oberdorf. She plays for Wolfsburg. That wouldn't be the problem, even trought its the rival, but Wolfsburg is too far away from Munich, to see each other more then once in a month. And its slowly infecting your realationship.
It's started when you both grow out of the honeymoon phase. That doesn't mean you're stopped being smitten about each other. But the distant made it worse. A 6 hours drive or a one hour flight. It started to come to much.
It wasn't because of the lack of trust you have for each other. You trust each other very much. But you missed the closeness, the cuddles or the kisses. The things you would only get, if you play each other or in the german camp. It was rarely that one come to visit the other. To caught up with training for your clubs.
So everytime the national break started, you follow each other like lost puppies. It's mostly Lena, who follows you everywhere. Her Wolfsburg teammates will tease all the time, when the break is going to start or gets closer. But she doesn't care. She only cares about being close to you.
But you follow her everywhere too. And your teammates tease you about that too. Like obi, you don't care either. You're just happy being with her again.
-
To the problem is only one solution. One has the move clubs. But you both are too stuborn.
"I'm not moving away, liebling. (Darling) I have everything here."
"I change would look on you, baby. You can't always stay in the same place your whole life." Obi argues back on a face time call. It wasn't a fight. More like a discussion, in wich you both bring the same arguments over and over again.
"You know i can't handle change. And it would be a change for you too."
"I know you can't. And i already had a change. I moved from Essen. There wouldn't be so much change. You know half of the from national and you got friends with Lynn."
You look away, to the wall, feeling defeated. "Ha Gotcha, Schatz. (honey)" Obi said happily. "If you move to Bayern, you can play with and see Lea more often." You knew what the Lea card would do. You know that Lena misses to play in the same team as Lea, like in Essen.
"Didn't you wanted to show me your new tattoo idea?" Obi distracts from the topic.
You knew Obi wants to distracts from the topic. She was a bad loser and she knew how right you were, Obi just didn't want to admit that. So you played along.
"What do you think of something like that?" You showed her a page from your sketchbook.
Since then none of you dared to bring up the topic again. In the meanwhile Obi has gotten an offer from bayern munich. She didn't know what to do with it. Should she tell you? Should she ignore it? These question were toturing her mind.
-
Her solution: She's going to ask on national break what you would say if she got an offer from your beloved club.
But unfortunately the right time wouldn't come to Lena. Everytime she was close of telling you something happened. So she finally decide to say it to you no matter what.
She walked into the chill room, wich she knew you mostly are. You were there but you talked with Sydney. She didn't mean to overhear, but she stayed as she heard her own name out if your mouth.
"I love Lena, but i don't know how long it's going to work" Obis face fell. She doesn't want you to think like that. She wants to be with you forever. With sad face she walks away. She talks to you after your conversation with Sydney. But she stopped as she heard Sydney speaking.
"Don't say stupid shit like that. It's going to work out. You both are so smitten and follow each other like lost puppies. It makes me love sick. It's getting to the point to become disgusting."
"Yeah because your Single" you chuckle and on Obis face a smile grows.
"But i'm serious. If you leave, then there would be nothing much different. You still have me and Klara. We still be friends and pull pranks on camp or annoy Laura. Okay? You still got us and the team. We're a big family." Sydney hugs you.
'That's why' Obi realized. You're scared that if you move, your friends will turn their back on you. Obi walked away with smile. Knowing what she's about to do, calling her agent.
-
You were more then suprised as Lena said she will be visiting for a few days, but gadly take it. With Lena being in Munich you were happier. Sydney and Klara took notice of it and asked themselves why. But they got the answer, when Lena picks you up from training.
"Hope it wasn't too boring, being alone." You kissed Obi. After you two broke apart, you hugged her. Behind your back Sydney, Klara and Georgia made gagging faces. Lena rolled her eyes at them.
"No it wasn't, Liebling" It really wasn't. It was exhausting. She was talking with the club, her agent and the Bayern coach. All to negotiate her move to Bayern Munich.
-
The day she signed the contract she had mixed feelings. The tought of leaving Jule behind haunted her. But the blonde told her to go, to get her girl. It made Obi feel a bit better about it, but not fully. The other side was excitment. To be near you. To kiss you everyday. To cuddle with you. To cook with you. To do everything with you.
-
Before the national camp in february the romurs of Lenas move spread over. You saw it too, of course. You didn't know how to feel. There was hope, but you knew to not trust rumors. And Obi wasn't a help either. She only said that she didn't know how or why there are rumors. It broke her heart to see your face fell, just to cover it up quickly with a smile.
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On the 14th february her move to Bayern will be officinal. She came to munich for the day, because of valentines. She knew you had a came on the evening, so she took you on a date for lunch. The whole day you weren't allowed to look on your phone. You wondered why and asked her. She only told you it would ruin her suprise.
After lunch in your favourite restaurant she took you to your favourite park, in wich you finally were allowed to look on your phone. You looked confussed at her but did anyway.
"Now go on insta"
"Obi what have you done?"
"Nothing" she smiles at you.
You looked on your phone your confussed look turned into shock. You looked up at Obi, who smiled slyly at you. "Suprise?"
"You fucking idiot. I love you" You run to Lena and hug her. "But why would you do that? You didn't had to"
"I know. But i love you. And Bayern didn't Sound that bad." With that she kisses you. Happy play with you next season and to in with you
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i’m proud. | Sydney Lohmann
category: fluff.
summary: where you and your girlfriend have to go up against each other in the euros final not knowing how either of you will react to the final result.
word count: 4.5k.
a/n: my first fic, it’s been a while since i last wrote anything, so, heads up i may be rusty.
Euro 2022, the summer of pure success for the lionesses. Not losing a single game in any of their runs, they were in it to win it on home soil.
Cruising through the tournament, you didn’t once stop to realise that you could face your lover in the final. The overwhelming pleasure of striking a ball in the back of the net in front of tens of thousands of people, didn’t once make you come to terms with the situation.
Of course you didn’t forget about Sydney, face timing every night, not before pushing an annoyed Georgia Stanway out into the hallway to get a private moment with her.
Every time her face popped onto the screen after a few seconds, all and every part of your conversation didn’t mention the topic of football or the pressure of getting to the designated final. Just ‘I miss you’ and ‘i love you’ s were said and the mentioning of plans for your awaiting holiday to ibiza you had booked with some of your Bayern teammates.
After winning the semi final against the swedes, with a cheeky 4-0, is only when you come to realise the possible line up for the final.
After scoring two of the goals against Sweden, you were the top candidate to do the after match press. So, in which, you were pulled away to do so after congratulating the other team on their somewhat successful tournament.
“Y/N, congratulations on securing England a place in the final of the Euro 2022 tournament on home soil. How does it feel?” The interviewer asks, eagerly holding up a microphone for you to take hold of.
“I can’t even begin to imagine, this is what me and the team have always wanted. I can’t even describe the feeling, I feel the need to win the trophy!” You gasped, trying to catch your breath and overcome the immense feeling in your chest.
“Aha, so, you winning this game has concluded us with the final of England v either Germany or France. Which team do you think will head through tomorrow and would you rather fight for the cup?”
Your heart stopped for a second, completely forgetting the countries included in the other segment.
“Erm, well… i know, for sure, that both teams have had a good run thus far. I have different opinions on both, to be fair, if i had to choose… i wouldn’t choose either but whatever comes for us we’ll attack from point forward.” You looked down while answering that question, the intensity of your mood to celebrate almost halving.
“I have 100% confidence in this lionesses squad and i definitely can tell you that we are the best chance England has to winning something, we’ll give it our all, Germany or France.” You nodded, regaining your composure.
“Thank you Y/N, and congrats again we’ll see you at wembley!” The brunette lady smiled at you, taking back the microphone she previously gave you.
“Thank you.”
With one last final smile, you hastily walked back to the changing room waving at some of the remaining fans while doing so.
“There she is, our star player of the match! What took you so long?” A slightly intoxicated Ella Toone shouted across the changing room of Bramall Lane.
You didn’t reply, simply sitting in your cubby, yanking off your boots and stripping off the sweaty gear you still had on. You blocked out the terrible singing coming from your teammates and focused on what you were doing, grabbing your wash bag and wrapping your towel around you to head to the showers.
Before you could do so, Leah had grabbed your arm.
“Is everything okay? Did the media say something?” She looked concerned, a slight frown appearing on her face.
“No, no nothing bad. Just… a bit overwhelmed is all.”
“I know it’s a lot, being so young in a massive tournament with a lot of newfound pressure… but trust me, your acing it so far. Look at where we are, the final baby!” She exclaimed with a passionate smile on her face, her eyes glistening over. You took notice to the fact that she must have been crying earlier, the visible streaks still showing.
You gave her a reassuring smile, but don’t say anything.
“Hey, it’s not just that is it? Is it about, maybe, facing Germany in the final?”
You look up at her with a slight expression that revealed the answer.
“Y/N, you don’t need to worry. Sydney will love you no matter the circumstances, besides it’s not even decided who our opponent is in the final yet.” Leah cups both your cheeks as it was obvious you hadn’t seemed to have stopped debating it. “Look, we will all watch the game tomorrow, maybe give her a call tonight explaining your concerns. That might help?”
“I don’t want to distract her with my worries though, she could become off her game tomorrow…”
“Okay, but don’t ignore her. I know what your like when your mind controls you, couldn’t get hold of you for weeks the last time that happened.”
You giggled slightly due to your pettiness, Leah let you go with a soft smile and a rub of your arm and you made your way to the small shower room.
Everything will be okay.
syd<3
you: i love you❤️.
The next day, Englands opponents were named for the final: Germany.
After beating France 2-1, the Germans appeared just as confident as the lionesses were. With their famous history of winning 8 euro championships, Germany were automatically pinned the favourites.
After watching the match in SGP’s game room, the lionesses showed no bother. None of them but one.
You were picking your nails harshly the whole time, due to feeling bad for wanting Germany to lose so you didn’t have to face Syd or even your other Bayern teammates in the final.
Seeing the smiles on their faces, especially hers as she was televised chatting to Klara and Laura in the middle of the pitch brought great dread upon you.
Leah was looking at you the entirety of the game, noticing your out of body stance. You continued like that until way after the match, that is until your phone started vibrating on your lap.
Turning it over, your lock screen was full of text messages from your girlfriend, opening them to read them.
syd<3
see you at wembley, baby.
Love you loads xx
:)
miss you xx
You stared at the messages for a while with a sleepy smile on your face, beginning to type until you were interrupted by a flick to the head.
“Come on, we’re all going to our rooms. Don’t want to be a loner now do you?” Your best friend and soon-to-be Bayern teammate, Georgia Stanway bends down to look you square in the face.
Your phone dropped to the side as you swung your arm lazily at her head, obviously missing her on purpose. She put her hand out to help you up, you allowed her to and picked up your belongings making your way to the comforts of your room.
You didn’t mean to leave her on opened.
Meanwhile, sitting on the coach to go back to the training grounds the german women’s national team were currently using, Sydney looked at the bubble appearing at the bottom of her screen, eagerly awaiting your answer.
She couldn’t wait to see you in real life again, to hold you, to kiss you. She really had missed you. Her mood dropped when that bubbled elipsis stopped moving, she thought that you’d come back and reply. Yet she was wrong.
Sydney automatically felt she had done something wrong, scratching her head to think of anything she’s said.
Maybe, Y/N isn’t happy i got through. I was happy? I replied to her message. I’m proud. Sydney’s head nearly combusted due to her overthinking, biting her nails and fiddling with her jumper.
“Hey, you okay?” She heard her all time best friend, Klara Bühl whisper next to her.
“Yeah fine.” She smiled looking at Klara quickly before flipping her phone over in her lap and looking out the window.
Obviously, Klara didn’t take the excuse. Having known each other most of their lives their friendship came with a few perks, knowing when something is wrong is one of them.
Klara can read Sydney like a book and vice versa.
“Is it Y/N?” Klara rose an eyebrow as she stared at the side of Syds face.
“No, not exactly. She hasn’t done anything wrong. Just i miss her and she didn’t reply to my messages. I’m sure it’s nothing.” Sydney gave Klara a reassuring smile, but really it was to reassure herself. “I guess it’s a bit hard to come to the terms that one of us has to break another’s heart to win what we’ve always been working hard for.”
“Mhm, i’m sure nothing too bad will happen. Will u still love Y/N if England win?”
“Of course, what kind of question is that?” A look of horror washed over Sydney’s face.
“Then you have nothing to worry about, i’m sure Y/N thinks the same.” Klara gave her a grin, “Besides, you’ll have to practice your comforting skills. We’re definitely winning this tournament.”
Sydney giggled slightly before flipping her phone back over to see if she had any new notifications. Klara saw what she was doing and engaged in a new conversation, something other than football to distract her.
England v Germany, Wembley Stadium. 31st of July, Kick off: 5pm.
The lionesses had managed to fill the stadium for the first time ever. 87,192 people came to support them, them being a few girls from around the country who loved to kick a ball for a living. It was incredible.
You hadn’t managed to bump into Sydney yet, both opposing teams having done their pitch inspection one after the other.
Once out for the warm up, you noticed Germany had beat the lionesses to their home pitch. Eagerly awaiting to ‘smash’ the lionesses once again in a final.
You spotted a small ponytail of blonde hair in the middle of a scrimmage, full focus on her face. The cute expression brought a smile to your face, always did.
“Y/N! Eyes forward! Focus!” One of the trainers shouted at you as you missed your turn to practice shooting.
A bright blush came to your cheeks as all your teammates realised who you were looking at before smashing the ball into the top corner, too quick and too far for a talented Mary Earps to save. All while Sydney was getting the same treatment for her reaction to that shot.
Germany were as quick to leave the pitch back to their changing rooms as they were to enter, leaving the lionesses to trail behind.
You weren’t too far behind Syd, whistling lowly to grab her attention before she pushed open the changing room door. You gestured for her to come over to where you were standing against a wall away from both the changing rooms.
“Hey..” You whispered, biting your lip as your lover came into close view.
“Hi..” A small sparkle of adoration flickered across her eyes as she got as close to you without touching. “How are you?”
“Nervous, I can admit to that.” Holding your hand out for her to finally hold, while standing up straight, “but ready to beat your ass.”
“Haha, yeah sure. Dream on, we’re taking it home.”
“You wish.”
You both stood in a calm silence for what felt like a while, until you blurted out:
“Are we going to be okay? After this? I know i’ll be proud if you win and i won’t be angry or anything or hold it against you, i promise our relationship will stay the same and...” You quickly rambled out, twisting your hands together.
A small frown appeared on Sydney’s face, her hands lifted up to cup your cheeks and she leant her forehead against yours.
The small action made you calm down immediately.
“Everything will be fine, our relationship will be fine, the feelings mutual. I win? I win. You win? You win. There’s no going back. There’s no going back from the i love yous, Y/N. You’re mine forever.”
Your eyes met hers as she gradually released herself from your hold, your lips brushing against hers as she lifted her forehead back.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Just as you were about to finally pull her in for a good luck kiss, you were both interrupted by two slamming doors. Georgia and Lina.
Like you had been caught doing something much more, you both jumped away immediately and headed for your designated rooms not before giving Sydney a quick kiss on the forehead.
Again, everything will be okay.
Due to your mishap and unfocused situation during the warm up, the trainers advised to Sarina that you should be benched. Harsh, i know, we know but oh well. You took it with a pat on the back and a reassurance to go on with Alessia and Ella as a ‘super sub’. Sydney was also on the bench, so that left you to watch on before you could make your impact when the time comes.
The first half was tense, both teams creating chances, having shots on target and collecting yellow cards. It was obvious both teams wanted that trophy and accompanied medal today.
During half time, you and the other two super subs were informed you will be heading on about 10 to 15 minutes into the second half.
Fran Kirby for Ella Toone.
Ellen White for Alessia Russo.
Beth Mead for Y/F/N Y/L/N.
When it came to the time, you three were standing together. Stretching and warming up while waiting for the 4th official to make the call. You could hear the crowd go nuts, the appearance of the three young star players of the tournament giving them hope. You were gonna give them that hope.
Looking back, you could see the German bench. A familiar figure taking off her sub bib and tying her laces ready to also be substituted.
Tactical. She knew you better than any of the other german players. Credibly, you are the one to stop now.
Once Beth came off, you switched your game mode on and sprinted into position. You felt relaxed, calm and composed. You had confidence with the attendance supporting you and looking at your teammates faces, they thought so too.
Your thoughts came true as in the 62nd minute a long ball from Keira Walsh to Ella Toone, led the English side ahead. It was a beautiful goal, and assist, Ella chipping the ball calmly over the keepers head. The stadium was rocking, everyone was celebrating so hard you think the whole of London thought there was an earthquake happening.
1-0, England.
Before the restart, Germany decided to make a few substitutions. Your girlfriend being one of them, coming on for Sara Däbritz. You looked at her as she jogged into position, but she didn’t reciprocate, choosing to stay focused and not let any distractions bother her.
That proved right for her as we were taken off guard, Lina Magull’s shot, assisted by Tabea Waßmuth, went directly into the top corner. There’s was no way that could have been saved by the keeper, the defence was broken into and we were stolen from.
One all. Extra time.
Gathering over into a huddle beside the dugout, we all looked at each other as we sipped our water bottles. This was going to be tricky. Sarina decided to push us, wanting to get the trophy decided to the winner during extra time. There was no way any English player would want to go to penalties in an all important final, female or male. It wouldn’t work out. No way.
Sarina, being as relaxed as she is, brought great composure on the whole team. Ever since she arrived the whole team has never trusted a manager more, she wanted us to win, english or not. We wanted to make her proud.
Starting extra time was tricky, but not too tricky. England was gaining and creating more. One specific corner came in handy. Lauren Hemp stood up to take it. Thank Fuck she did.
It was an alright corner, you stood outside the 6 yard box waiting for the arrival. It was like time went slow and you could see exactly where the ball was going and coming in a perfect light.
You slammed your head on it and it slotted right past the keepers hands and you slipped right past your girlfriend who was marking you.
2-1, England.
You didn’t know quite how to react, you may have just scored the winning goal of the euro final. You just took off at lightening speed towards the dugouts, no need for a celebration as your teammates had all jumped onto your back causing you all to fall over.
You were shaking, your eyes already glossed over but there was still minutes on the clock, still time for Germany to react.
One thing you knew you and your team were good at was time wasting. Sarina asked you all to keep pushing during the second half of extra time, but you all reassured her that this technique will work. We are all English and arrogant, we always like to poke fun at our opponents, especially when they’re losing.
Our tactics definitely worked, winding up the Germans to the point where yellow cards were flying everywhere, more than the ball itself. We got the better half of it, gaining corners after corners and throw ins after throw ins until finally that whistle is blown.
Sarina’s face said it all, England have won their first ever tournament, on home soil, at Wembley.
Dropping to the floor, you covered your mouth with your hand as it fell open. You looked around and took it all in from there, you had done it.
“Y/N!! OH MY GOD.”
Alessia was the first one to you, as she was closest, pulling you up and gripping you into a hug.
The hug brought you back to reality, a few tears escaped the corner of your eyes and you looked over the pitch to see your teammates all the same. A pure look of euphoria spreading around the team.
Until you eyes caught sight of you opponents. They were all crying, laying on the floor, in each others arms, staring at the ground. They were the complete opposite.
Even though the German WNT had a lot of trophy history, the players still deserved it. Most of them young and new to the senior team, so they were in the same boat as any of the lionesses.
After the trophy ceremony, your eyes landed on a broken Sydney along with Laura and Klara fiddling with their silver pendants. You pondered whether you should walk over, not wanting it to be too soon. You choose to though, risking your chances.
Approaching carefully, you laid a small smile upon your face before a clumsy Ella Toone swings her arm around your shoulder and screams in your ear, “Champions baby!!” Right in front of them.
You jokingly pushed her away with a grin on your face before returning to your route. You took small steps until you were given a hint that it’s okay.
Klara noticed you first as Sydney bent down to sort her shin pads out. Removing her arm from around Laura, she gave you a quick hug and you reciprocated without a doubt and made sure to rub her back in sympathy.
“Congratulations.” She sniffled, giving a timid smile.
“You guys did so well, i’m so sorry. You deserve this just as much as we do.”
“Next time.” Laura winked.
You looked at Sydney next, her eyes big and wide. You heart immediately cracked, as she looked at you. You’ve never wanted to see her this upset in your life, ever, it made you forget everything that you’ve just achieved.
You took her into a tight embrace and she buried her face in your neck. You could feel a puddle of tears droop down the front of your jersey and the slight shake of her body. Your arms managed to hold her as tight as possible, rubbing her back as gently as you could before she abruptly pulled away. That made you panic, but her expression made you think twice.
“Stop. Go celebrate.” She managed to let out, nodding, “I’m fine.”
“Your not fine, i’m staying.”
“Y/N, please. I’m not asking you to i’m telling you.” she caught your hand in hers after you wipe a tear from her face and gave your palm a quick kiss, “Go.”
“She has us, she’ll be fine.” the others responded and encouraged you to go on.
“I’ll find you later, okay?” You whispered in her ear as you gave her one last hug on the pitch.
“No, celebrate with your team Y/N. Have fun. Don’t stress. I’ll see you in a few days. I promise.” Now getting impatient, she tries to push you away feeling that she is distracting you from the fun your teammates are having with the fans.
Unsure, you started walking backwards still looking at her, her shooing you away with her hands causing a little giggle to escape your mouth.
The lionesses had done it, they won their dear trophy.
Later on in the night, the lionesses were dancing the night away in a big room situated for them in their hotel. Loads of alcohol was passed around to family and friends, your parents already slightly tipsy becoming clingier to you and saying how proud they are.
You had your fair share of alcohol and dance floor moments, now you were sitting down on the floor against the wall with your phone in your hand.
Syd<3
you: you up still?
You didn’t have much hope she was still awake, but you had a feeling.
Syd<;3: yeah x
Your phone buzzed in your hand, the notification displayed at the top of your screen. You smirked slightly placing the top of your phone on you lips, an idea popping into your head.
You checked Sydney’s location on find my iphone and said goodbye to your parents, telling them you were tired and was going to bed. Not before picking up a bottle of champagne.
You had made it out to the lobby when you catch sight of Leah.
“And where do you think your going, missus? Especially with booze.” Leah slurred, pointing at you.
“You’re so drunk,” You laughed, “I’m going out.”
“Where?”
“To where the german team is staying.”
“Oh right, you go see your girlfriend. Don’t worry about us.”
“I won’t.” You waved over your shoulder at her and chuckled at her when she tripped on a little step.
Luckily, outside your hotel there were a group of taxis and so after telling them where you would want to go, you were on your way.
Once you arrived at the entrance to their hotel is when you remember that you didn’t know Sydney’s room number, deciding to try the front desk to squeeze the information out of the small man that was just sitting there looking at you blankly.
“Hi. Do you happen to know what room Sydney Lohmann is staying in? Please?” You gave him an unsure grin as you tapped your fingers on the desk.
“I’m sorry but i can’t give that information out, you know… safety reasons.” He went back to typing on his computer.
“okay…” You turned around and headed towards the lifts, hoping to find someone you knew from the team.
“Y/N?” An unsurprised voice sounded from behind you.
“Lena.. hi.” You twisted your body around to face her and gave her a cheeky grin.
She sighed immediately knowing what you want. “She’s in room 236.”
“Thank you, thank you.” You turned back to the row of lifts and called for one. The lift doors opened and she got in with you.
“Erm do you happen to know…”
“floor 3.” She mumbled still looking at her phone.
“mhm.” You hummed pressing the button, guessing hers was the same when she made no move.
When the doors finally opened, you scrambled your way out looking at every room number until you found 236.
Knocking gently, in case she was now asleep, you leant your head on the door frame waiting for the door to move.
When it does you are given the sight of Sydney in her towel, her eyes immediately widening, “What the fuck?”
“Hi.” You gave her a little wave, the past alcohol now hitting you. “I brought this..” You mumbled as you held up the bottle of champers in her face.
Tucking her towel securely in place, she lifted her hands to stop you waving the bottle around and pulled you inside. “I can see that. How did you know where i am? I never told you?”
You stared at her as you flopped onto her bed, immediately coming to the knowledge that these were significantly more comfier than yours. “Your beds are much comfier than ours, that’s not fair.”
“Y/N, listen to me.”
“Huh? Ok, ok. I stalked you on find my iphone and Lena was in the lobby.” You gave her a big grin, looking up at her.
“You’re so stupid. Why didn’t you just ask me?” She giggled, walking over to her suitcase for a pair of underwear.
Getting up with her, you pulled her into your front by her waist and started tracing your lips down her neck.
“Y/N, no this is not the time.” Sydney sternly mentioned when your hands tried undoing the knot at the top of her towel. “You’re drunk.”
“Am not drunk.”
Sydney gave you an ‘are you serious look’ as she pulled on her underwear, grabbing the rest of her pyjamas to put on in the bathroom.
“Hey, where you going? Not fair.” You whined as you sat back on her bed.
She simply blew you a kiss in return.
Once she returned from the bathroom, she found you sound asleep on the bed. She sighed at the fact you still had your shoes on and the trickiest things to get off of you without waking you up.
After she had achieved to do so without waking you up was when she realised how intoxicated you actually are. Going back to the bathroom to rummage through her wash bag for any pills, she found a near empty pack of paracetamol and placed it on the bedside table closest to you with a glass of water.
After tucking you in she travelled round to her side, where she was pulled in roughly by you. Your arms clung on to her, almost afraid she’ll leave. Sydney ran her hands through you hair as you laid upon her chest, “I love you so much and i’m so proud. Always.”
Placing one final kiss on the top of your head before drifting off as well.
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we'll always have Paris II Élisa de Almeida x GERWNT! Reader
masterlist I word count: 1292
a/n: hi, this oneshot was requested, to the one who sent it in, sorry that it took so long.
It was France versus Germany in the half final of the Women’s Nations League. In this match you were playing against a lot of your teammates but also your girlfriend from Paris Saint-Germany. Each team just had finished singing their national hymns, so it was time for you to shake the hands of your opponents.
“Ohh, your amour is starting to walk to us.”, Laura Freigang who was standing right before you in line, turned her face to comment with a huge smirk on her lips. Much to your own annoyance Sydney Lohmann made kissing noises to highlight the Eintracht Frankfurt players observation.
“Shut it, Lau and Syd.”, you rolled your eyes at them before turning your attention to your girlfriend who was about to take your hands in hers.
“Salut, Élisa.”
“Salut.”, Élisa greeted you accompanied with a boyish wink.
“I’m going to puke!”, Laura who was bad at staying quiet for too long exclaimed jokingly.
“Don’t forget you play for our side because of that French charmer.”, Sydney reminded you grinning.
“I’ll never forget that.”, you replied sincerely.
“They think you’re that unprofessional?”, your girlfriend rose her eyebrows in surprise.
Clearing your throat, you told her:” Get to your position De Almeida. We’re here to play.”
“Whatever you say, mon amour. I’ll make sure to lift my shirt enough times to distract you with my abs.”, she smiled cheekily at you.
“That won’t work, ma chéri.”, you answered confidently.
“We’ll see about that.”
“Good, luck babe.”, you said before you both turned to your starting position on the pitch waiting for the referee to start the match.
During the game, it was still 0:0 at that time, Sara Doorsoun whispered amused into your ear:” Y/n, the abs of your girlfriend, she’s kind of hot.”
“Stop it, Sara and please stay focused.”, you replied laughing.
“I’m focused.”, the older defender stated.
“Good.”, you nodded satisfied.
“But not bad.”
“Sara!”, you yelled at her.
“Just saying.”, she responded sheepishly smiling.
Secretly, you knew that your teammate was right about your girlfriend, but this was an important game and you always wanted to win even if it was against Élisa. Unfortunately, the football match went in favour of the hosts and Germany lost 2:0.
Exhausted you fell onto your knees after the final whistle of the referee. “We lost.”, you muttered more to yourself than to anyone in particular.
“Shit. You still had a good game.”, Laura tried to cheer you up and padded your shoulder encouragingly.
“And don’t forget we’ve another game to qualify for the Olympics.”, Sydney added.
“Yeah, let’s beat the Netherlands.”, Lena Oberdorf sounded motivated.
“Against Jackies team.”, you remarked, the blonde Dutch was one of yours and your girlfriend closest friends in Paris.
Deep in your own thoughts you didn’t hear Élisa coming, only until she spoke directly to you:” You’ll win the next game.”
“Congrats to your win.”, you mumbled.
The French defender thanked you as she helped to lift you from the ground, so you both could look into each other’s eyes.
You swallowed hard, trying to hide your own disappointment: “You played really great.“
“So did you.“, Élisa replied. Her face was serious. Evidence that she actually meant it and wasn’t just trying to cheer you up.
“That’s what Laura said to.“, you told her.
A small smile appeared on your girlfriends face. With a wink, she reached out and tilted your head upwards with her fingers under your chin: “She didn’t lie to you. Now come on, chin up. You’ll win the next game and qualify for the Olympics.“
“Hopefully.“, you sighed. Your girlfriends optimism was lost on you.
“Also, remember, we’ll always have Paris.“, Élisa grinned, quoting the famous line from the movie Casablanca.
You involuntarily snorted about her dumb joke. “Okay, Humphrey Bogart, I’d like my girlfriend back who gives me a hug and a kiss to make up for this loss.“
Élisa looked at you with a smirk: “A hug and a kiss, huh?“
“Yes. You know, we still have a few days in camp left until we’re back in Paris.“, you said, blinking at her with big innocent eyes.
“And you can’t wait for that long.“, your girlfriend concluded.
“No but if you can, I have to join my team now.“ You pointed over your shoulder where Sydney impatiently bounced on her feet and Laura mimed looking at an invisible watch.
“Okay, come here. One quick kiss.“, Élisa smiled and pulled you close.
You quickly pressed your lips to hers while wrapping your arms around her waist.
“See you in Paris.“, you whispered as you pulled apart.
Lena passed the two of you and grimaced in disgust: “Okay, enough hugs and kisses from the wrong team.“
“Obi, you’re awful!“, you laughed.
Still, you gave your girlfriend one last hug goodbye before following your team mate to the rest of the team.
Sydney determinedly shook her head: “No, she did the right thing.“
You were used to their teasing by now so you only rolled your eyes fondly: “If you girls say so.“
“We do!“, Laura said with emphasis.
You smiled. This team was really something very different than Paris Saint-Germain.
Your second game was against the Netherlands. Whoever won this game would be qualified for the Olympics. The stakes were high and everyone knew it. But your team put on a brilliant performance, beating the Oranje Leeuwinnen with 2:0.
After extensive celebrations the night of the game, you arrived at your apartment in Paris on the next day.
“Hi, I’m home!“, you called, letting your suitcase drop right on the floor. You were still exhilarated from the win.
Élisa appeared from the kitchen: “Hi.“
You crossed the distance to her quickly and jumped right into her arms: “We’re going to the Olympics!“
Laughing, she tried to hold her balance: “I know, I’m so happy for you.“
“Poor Jackie though remind me to invite her to dinner soon.”, you sighed empathetically.
“She’ll be fine, trust me. That’s football. You win some, you lose some. No one should know that better than you.”, the defender reminded you while carrying you to the sofa to place you down on it.
“Yes, it was really a rollercoaster ride.”, you admitted as your girlfriend sat down next to you.
“But with a happy ending.”, Élisa grinned at you.
“Right.”, you nodded enthusiastically.
“Can’t wait to go to Paris with you.”, she muttered.
“Actually, that’s great, we’re already there.”, you joked laughing.
“I meant at the final of the Olympics and you know that.”, the French player corrected you.
Her mentioning the end game made your cheeks turn hot: “I know but I couldn’t resist.”
“The qualification clearly has gotten to your head.”, Élisa teased you.
Swiftly you changed the topic away from football: “So, what should we do now?”
“Oh, I have a few ideas.”, the dark-haired woman answered with a dirty smile on her lips.
“Does this involve the bedroom?”, you asked her cheekily.
“Absolutely.”
“I like that a lot.”, you confessed. The weeks away from each other due to national team duties always made you hungry for your lover’s touch, you could feel the sexual tension rise in air.
“Follow me then.”, Élisa said, holding her hand up for you to grasp it before leading you to your shared bedroom. Seeing the bottle of red wine on the nightstand and the rose petals on the bed send you thrills of excitement through your body.
You might have lost against her in the nations league game, but you knew you won her heart as you followed her to bed, awaiting the kisses and touches you both have missed. Knowing deep inside that Paris and the women you loved were always worth coming back to.
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Loving your fics and would love a lea Schuller fic.
Thank you that means a lot to me.
I hope you like this one as well. I may have gotten a little carried away😅
Lea Schüller/ The best day of our life
The Euros should have been her tournament. And it startet as such. Scoring the first goal in Germanys first match.
But then Covid happened.
The morning after the match Lea woke up with a headache and a sore throat.
With a sinking feeling she stood up and called their team doctor telling him they should probably do a test. And how right she was. As soon as she looked at the test sitting on the little table in her room. Two strips. She cursed and started coughing almost instantly.
She never had it before and now she got it at the worst time possible.
After sitting in her room trying to understand and accept that she wouldn’t be playing in the next few matches, she called you.
You were at a team game night when your phone ringed. Looking at the caller you frowned.
Lea and you had decided to only call after either of you played a game as to not loose to much focus.
Leah had looked at your phone over your shoulder while you were still unsure on what to do.
“Go on Y/n. She wouldn’t call you if it wasn’t important.”
You thanked your captain and accepted the call walking out of the room to be alone.
“Lea? Is everything alright? Why are you calling?”
As soon as she started to talk you heard her raspy voice and the slight cough she tried to cover up.
“I am positive. I’ve got covid. Baby, I don’t now what to do. I am out for at least the next to games.”
Your heart sunk for her. You know how hard she had worked for this tournament and she had such a good game yesterday.
“Lea, I am so sorry. I wish I could be there with you.”
“No Baby, even if you could I wouldn’t let you. It is enough that I am not able to play. No need for you to get sick too.”
You couldn’t help but smile.
“You are so strong love. You will be back before you now it. Even stronger as before.”
You didn’t know how wrong you were.
After five days in quarantine Leas test was finally negative and she was allowed back on the pitch.
But even tho she had the all clear to play again Martina decided to not play her. So while Lea had to sit on the bench,
Alex played the tournament of her life. She was happy for her teammate but she couldn’t help but feel down. She didn’t play another minute in the tournament until the day of the final.
Alex injured herself in the last training before the final and Lea was told she potentially would be starting in the final.
As soon as she heard the new she wanted to call you but that wasn’t possible. You yourself would be playing in the final against her. England vs Germany. She vs you.
So when you read her name on the German starting line up you were happy and scared at the same time. You had talked about the possibility of playing against each other but you somehow you hadn’t thought that it would really happen.
Georgia must have noticed your mood change as she came over and pulled you into a hug. “Nothing will change between you two. You love her, she loves you. And after the this game we will all be teammates.”
You couldn’t help but smile.
“Thank you G. You now, if we win..” She interrupted you “You mean when we win.”
“Of course, when we win, we will be teased endlessly when we are back in Munich. I can’t wait what you will have to do at you initiation.” You laughed while Georgia groaned.
You looked at Lea when you were standing in line waiting to finally walk out into a sold out Wembley. Once you caught her eyes you smiled at her and she smiled back. Instantly you felt calmer and you let out a small sigh. “Whipped” Keira whispered into your ear. You just look at her with a raised eyebrow looking pointedly at Lucy’s hand that is rubbing soothingly over her shoulder. But before anymore could be said Leah started to walk outside and you followed your captain.
121 Minutes. You were exhausted. But as the final whistle sounded you couldn’t help the scream that left your mouth. Running to your teammates you started to celebrate. You were European Champion. You loved the feeling.
But when you looked at the German girls you heart sunk. Most of them were sitting on the grass, tears running down their faces. You searched for your girl. Desperate to hold her, to console her, to tell her that everything would be alright.
Lea didn’t know what to do. She knew she didn’t play as good as she could have. It was hard to play in a final after not playing a single minute since the first game. But she couldn’t help but blame herself. She knew it was a team sport but still.
She was on the verge of breaking down, when she was suddenly embraced in a tight hug. “I am so proud of you. You played so well.” You said but Lea couldn’t help the tears that were rolling down her cheeks. “Not good enough” You hugged her tighter and you felt how Lea relaxed into you.
“You played so so good. I know that this wasn’t how you hoped the tournament would go, but you just played in the final. You can be so proud of yourself. I am so proud of you!”
“Can I kiss you?” You were surprised by Leas request but who were you to say no. So you leaned in and kissed her. You ignored the wolf-whistle’s that erupted around you and deepened the kiss even more.
After you pulled away Lea smiled at you. “You now, I love it and I hate it at the same time. I am so proud of you, Schatz. And I am so happy for you but I can’t wait to play on the same team with you again.”
You kissed her on the forehead before she told you to go celebrate with your teammates.
Lea watched you walk back.
“Du bist so verliebt. Ich hab dich noch nie so gesehen. Wenn ich nicht zur Hochzeit eingeladen bin, dann rede ich nie wieder mit dir.” Said Lena once she reached her best friend.
Lea stiffened, thinking about the ring box that was sitting in her bag.
“Lena, ist es der falsche Zeitpunkt sie zu fragen?”
“Was? Du hast einen Ring? OMG Lea! Ich glaube du würdest den Moment für Y/n nur noch unvergesslicher machen.”
And with that Lea had made up her mind. After you got the medal and lifted the trophy Lea watched as her girl came running up to her and in that moment she knew she was doing the right thing. So when y/n reached her Lea got down on one knee and watched as you gasped.
“This tournament had so many ups and downs for us. And while it may not have been the tournament I dreamed of you certainly are the girl I always dreamed about. You are there for me when I am feeling down and help me up again. I love you more than anything and I hope to be the that person for you. I want to live my whole life with you by my side. Holding more trophies together and fighting thought thick and thin together. So I want to ask you, Y/n will you make this my dream tournament, my dream day by becoming my wife? Will you marry me?”
Lea watched as tears fell down you cheeks and you started to frantically nod “A thousand times yes, Lea! I love you so much! You made this the absolute best day of my life.”
After Lea put the ring on your finger she grabbed you and kissed you once more.
It may not have been the tournament had wished for. But you were way more important than any trophy could ever be.
* Du bist so verliebt. Ich hab dich noch nie so gesehen. Wenn ich nicht zur Hochzeit eingeladen bin, dann rede ich nie wieder mit dir- You are so in Love. I have Mercer seen you like this before. If I am not invited to the wedding I will never talk to you again.
* Lena, ist es der falsche Zeitpunkt sie zu fragen?- Lena, is it the wrong time to ask her now?
* Was? Du hast einen Ring? OMG Lea! Ich glaube du würdest den Moment für Y/n nur noch unvergesslicher machen- What? You’ve got a ring? Oh my God Lea! I think you would just make the moment even more unforgettable for Y/n
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I am on holiday and the weather is shit so I have too much time to think about ideas to write😂 so there may come some more in the next days, as the weather is supposed to remain shot for the next few days🫤
So if you want to see something specific let me know🙃☺️
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labyrinth. (jule brand)
word count: 984
based on taylor swift’s song ‘labyrinth’
in which you leave jule behind in wolfsburg causing unwanted feelings to erupt on the surface
There she was in all her glory, she made no effort to approach you, she merely glanced down at you before turning her gaze to the floor. She’d always been the shyer one out of the two of you, but it felt like an eternity since you last saw her gaze upon your face, but in reality it had been two months since the last time you saw her eyes glance over your features.
There was no time to dwell on the nonexistent interaction as Klara and Sydney stole your attention away as they started asking you about the new club experience.
It was your first time playing at a club that was outside of Germany. So everyone was dying to know about your new life in England.
When you were fifteen and nothing more than friends, you and Jule made a pact that neither of you play for a different club than the other person. Of course that was super unethical, but pinky promises aren’t meant to be broken.
It was meant to be a given when Wolfsburg offered both you and Jule contracts, but it wasn’t that simple. Manchester City had offered you an unbelievable offer. Playing for the blue side of Manchester would be a dream come true, it was an opportunity to step out of your comfort zone and gain new experiences and skills.
Jule had signed the contract with Wolfsburg before you even had the opportunity to speak to her about moving to England.
That night in your shared apartment you told the blonde that you would be moving and no matter how much you apologised or promised that nothing would change in the ‘friendship,’ you knew that you would be breaking another promise.
Everything changed, the atmosphere in the apartment, your connection on the pitch and even off the pitch the two of you would get into arguments over the slightest things. “Vielleicht ist es gut, dass ich nach England ziehe!” (maybe it’s a good thing that i’m moving to england!) you sigh as yet again you found yourself picking a fight with Jule after she forgot to do the dishes after dinner. Looking up from her phone the taller girl glances over to you with a frown on her face, “das meinst du nicht so, und du weißt es.” (you don’t mean that, and you know it.)
“Du gehst in fünf tagen. Können wir bitte einfach aufhören zu streiten?” (you leave in five days. can we just stop arguing please?) You merely nod your head in response before turning around to do the dishes that she had indeed forgotten to clean after dinner.
That night you felt tears prick in the corners of your eyes as you slowly started taking all your photos off the walls. Your room felt bare, empty and cold as you looked around. Only your bed and your desk remained in your room, there were only two photos left on your desk. One of you and Jule from when you were younger and a team photo from your last game with your childhood club.
Staring up at the ceiling the tears slowly began to fall as they hit your pillow, the coldness of your room had started to affect your bed. The once warm and comforting mattress felt like a pile of bricks as you tossed and turned. All night long.
it only hurts this much right now
Your pointless arguments long forgotten as the blonde holds you tightly in her arms, your flight was due to leave in an hour and you hadn’t even gone through security yet.
She places a kiss atop your head before you pull away from her warm embrace. You use the pads of your thumbs to wipe away the tears on her face, “Wir sehen uns in zwei Monaten. Ich rufe dich an, sobald ich gelandet bin, versprochen. Ich liebe dich, J, für immer und ewig.” (i’ll see you in two months. i’ll call you as soon as i land, i promise. i love you, j, forever and always)
The minute your plane landed you picked up your phone instantly messaging the blonde. She called you the minute she saw your message.
The calls were extremely frequent at first. Until they weren’t, they had turned from everyday, to every other day, to once a week, to never.
You missed seeing her smile when she told you about her day, her eyes that would look at you as if you could give her the whole world when you said “ich liebe dich.” (i love you.)
But now she was standing not even four feet away from you not trying to engage in a conversation with you, or even look at you.
Of course, your luck meant that you and Jule would be sharing a room during the national camp. When you walked into the shared hotel room she was already there, but this time she decided that talking to you was the only reasonable option. You would be sharing a room for two weeks so avoidance was not the way to go about the situation.
Over the two weeks the pair of you had found which conversation topics you needed to avoid and what conversations brought awkward silence.
But none of that mattered as it was the final night of camp. The final night of camp the two of you later in bed together watching a movie. Her hand squeezed yours ever so tightly when a scary scene would pop up. Her hand was still laced with yours as she lay sleeping sound besides you,
Your best friend meant more to you than you would ever realise.
uh oh, i'm falling in love. oh no, i'm falling in love again
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Bayern/Gerwnt Masterlist
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To React in a Flash: A Drabble Collection
A few (cracky) impressions of the year 2015, from both men and women's leagues... enjoy!
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(Featuring: VfB Stuttgart, Karlsruher SC, VfB II, Frauen-Effzeh, Frauen-KSC, RB Leipzig, Dynamo Dresden, and FC Ingolstadt 04!)
A New Force Awakens
RB Leipzig emerged out of the theater with tears in his eyes, ignoring Ingolstadt’s whines. He couldn’t care less that the older club had to take many small steps to keep up with just one of his ground-eating strides, he just needed to come to terms with the fact that neither Mara Jade, Ben Skywalker, the Solos, Xizor, Thrawn, nor secret agent Wrenga Jixton was canon now. Fuck, why did Jar Jar Abrams had to do this? Yeah, it was far better than tacky Phantom Menace, maybe some fans saw it as an apology and all, but it was far from perfect. Heck, it was a fucking ripoff of the original Star Wars, even if Bandwagon Inge didn’t know that! Just because it has better CGI… and is more ‘progressive’… bullshit.
Fuck, he needed to meditate or something on this change. He wasn’t going to throw an emo fit like that stupid, even-Bayern-is-more-intimidating Kylo Ren, though. He wasn’t fucking ready!
It was ironic for a club like Die roten Bullen to think about this kind of thing as he stormed out of the movie theater , but damn Lucasfilm – or Disney – to just disappoint a whole group of fans just to milk the cash cow! Not to mention the upcoming Han Solo film, or Rogue One, whatever it was…
CRASH!!!
Leipzig collided with a fellow mall-goer, sending his unfinished popcorn flying in the air, raining over the three of them (panicked, little Inge had run to RB’s aid, but he was just plain useless.)
Cringing, the two adults stood up at the same time, RB pulling the Bavarian up as he did. “Sorry, Sir–“
When they heard each other’s voice, they broke off in unison–
“Dynamo?”
“Soda?!”
“What are you doing here?!”
Dynamo's red eyes and Leipzig's blue ones bore into each other, leaving poor Ingolstadt alone with his BB-8 plushie.
“Watching Star Wars,” spat the Dresden club.
“What?!” the Retortenverein roared, “we couldn’t have been on the same theater, could we?!”
Dynamo folded his hands over his chest. “Show me your ticket.”
RB handed the other club his Premier Pass with a scoff, knowing that he couldn’t afford it. “Inge’s dad paid for it.” The lie rolled easily from his tongue, and he paid his fellow ‘plastic club’ no heed.
The blond-and-black-haired club, unfortunately, saw through it, what with the condescending scowl contorting his angular features, or maybe it was his words, “Whatever you say, you’re still a money club with no fucking tradition, so cut the crap, Soda.”
“And whatever you say, you’re still a third division club who’ll probably go bankrupt in a few years,” Leipzig retorted, “now give me your ticket.”
“No need,” Dresden said gruffly, returning the ticket as hastily as he could, as if it was deadly radioactive poison that could turn him into goo, “like a true fan, I go for the actual movie, not for the massaging chairs and whatever posh shit you two bandwagons eat inside.”
“I’m not a bandwagon!” Ingolstadt whined.
The club with the record-breaking banner not-so-playfully smacked Germany’s tiniest club in the head. “Shut up.”
“Hey – you can’t do that, I’ll tell my Papa!” the crybaby continued, “and you can never, ever bully us again!”
While the two clubs went on with the useless banter, RB Leipzig focused into himself, calming his mind – the Light Side of the Force called to him, whispering calming tones as he breathed in… and out. And in… and out. He shouldn’t be so angry… but stars, a whole fucking expanded universe! From semi-canon references with compelling stories, memorable characters, and world-shattering tech, was now mere… fanfictions. Those mouse-controlled bastards may have called it ‘Legends’, but…
SLAP!
“Oi! Red Bull!”
He blinked, barely registering the pain at first, but a second later, his nerves decided to be jerks and made him rub it uselessly.
SGD shot him an even dirtier look.. “What the fuck are you high on?”
“What?”
“You were fucking standing in front of a furniture store with your eyes closed,” the Dresdener continued, “what else would you call that, huh?”
“Oh I know!” Inge piped up from under the grown ups’ armpits, “he’s meditating! With the Force!”
Dynamo started laughing. “Are you freaking kidding me?!”
“Well… I…” Leipzig paused, fighting his blush in vain, “I was just thinking about the EU.”
Silence.
The 2009-born club swallowed his pride – maybe the violent Traditionsverein could be civil in this common ground. “It’s just a shame,” he continued, “that Episode VII throws away the effort of tens, maybe hundreds of EU writers… just like that!”
The older Saxony club ‘hmm’ed mock-thoughtfully. “I second that,” he replied, “but you know… it reminds me of your situation, Soda.”
“How?” Leipzig wondered aloud.
“Imagine SSV Markranstädt as the EU,” Dynamo said in a low, dramatic voice as they walked to a nearby restaurant on the pint-sized Bundesligist’s insistence, “the fruit of thirty years of labor with thousands of fans, fanfics, and merchandise.”
RB let out a growl, knowing full well where this conversation was going.
“And you, the money bastard who bought his license and replaced him, erasing years of tradition, is The Force Awakens,” the 3. Liga club paused, gauging Soda’s reaction, “so it’s fucking ironic that you hate the new, glamorous Star Wars while being Mateshit’s new, glamorous rent boy.”
Ingolstadt stared at the two eastern German personifications, from Red Bull’s clenched fists to his glowering eyes to Dynamo's casual steps and eye-to-eye smirk, and shuddered.
It can’t be the Dark Side, can it?
Social Media Shenanigans
1. FC Köln - its women’s team, to be exact, logged into her account, giddy to share (the photo of) her first win in what seemed like ages. Sure, it was ‘only’ DFB-Pokal, but a win was a win, right? Especially against the Baden Cup winners!
(photo)
MsEffzeh SIEG IN KARLSRUHE! 4:1, baby! - with @karli_ksc :3
#sieg #victory #dfbcup #dfbpokal #football #fußball #soccer #koe #effzeh #ksc #happy
Not a minute later, the Rhine club received notifications from clubs she barely knew:
GeissbockVIII , StuttgarterSnarker and VfB_jungundwild liked your photo.
StuttgarterSnarker and Karlsruh_94 commented on your photo.
Out of curiosity, she decided to check them out.
StuttgarterSnarker Congratulations, kid! >:)
Karlsruh_94 @StuttgarterSnarker @MsEffzeh she’s an oberligist, big deal
StuttgarterSnarker @Karlsruh_94 Someone’s a sore loser, isn’t he? @MsEffzeh Remind me to treat you sometime, eh?
Köln giggled like a lovestruck teenager.
MsEffzeh @GeissbockVIII ayyyyyyy~ @StuttgarterSnarker awww, thanks!! <3 @Karlsruh_94 a win is a win :p
After replying to the boys’ comments, she switched tabs to DFB’s website to watch the highlights of her game… Karlsruhe’s Mädels played well, but they were surely no match for hers!
Just when the second goal touched the southern German club’s net, she got a new notification. If it was possible, her face lit up even more. I hope it’s Stuttgart, she thought, mouth watering at the prospect of being treated to delicious food, or even better, a new costume for Alaaf!
Click!
karli_ksc commented on your photo.
“Aww, it’s not Stuttgart,” she lamented. But… was the sister going to be as butthurt as her brother? Better click the link, then.
karli_ksc @Karlsruh_94 COULD YOU PLEASE STOP EMBARRASSING ME FOR ONCE
The Cologne-born woman doubled over in laughter. This banter might just be the cherry on top of the whipped cream that was her victory!
Karlsruh_94 @karli_ksc but he’s bullying you! and i’m your big brother, i should protect you
StuttgarterSnarker @Karlsruh_94 @karli_ksc Awww, the joys of having a baby sister!
Karlsruh_94 @StuttgarterSnarker shut the fuck up, asshole
karli_ksc @Karlsruh_94 @StuttgarterSnarker I DON'T NEED TO BE CODDLED OK I’M NOT A BABY
StuttgarterSnarker Ah, I wish I had a sister… (sigh emoticon)
StuttgarterSnarker @VfB_jungundwild No offense, little bro.
VfB_jungundwild @StuttgarterSnarker :( :( :(
Karlsruh_94 @StuttgarterSnarker she’d disown you (middle finger emoticon)
karli_ksc @Karlsruh_94 I’M DISOWNING YOU
StuttgarterSnarker @karli_ksc Sweet!
Wait, scratch that, Köln grinned, leaning back further on her bed, it definitely was.
One Thing For Sure
“Miss Hertha, how would you explain your third place finish in this Hinrunde?”
Hertha Berlin flashed the reporter a warm smile, as she was wont to do. “There are a lot of factors at play, which will be explained further by the coach,” she intoned, “but one thing’s for sure,” she exchanged a glance with the Hungarian sitting beside her, “Dardai is the best Pal we’ve had in years.”
(End Hinrunde)
EU: Expanded Universe
And yes, I know RB only 'replaced' SSV for one season, but Dresden doesn't bother with his research :p
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We’ll Be A Fine Line (We’ll Be Alright) | Felicitas Rauch
warnings: descriptions of blood, injury and general angst along with mentions of smut
word count: 4612
summary: feli accidentally injures you during an international game
a/n: happy monday. i’ve actually always wanted to write this prompt so i’m pretty excited about this. also i couldn’t resist adding that last part, i’m not sorry 😂
You love international breaks. The chance to represent your country on the world’s stage is not something you would ever take for granted.
After you made the move to Germany, to play for VfL Wolfsburg, international breaks become even more special.
They become one of the few times you’re able to be in the country of your birth, with the friends you have grown up with.
This time, you’ve been given an even more special chance, a rare opportunity to play against your German, Wolfsburg teammates.
You’re especially looking forward to playing against one particular teammate.
She’s a defender and you’re a striker. It’s a cliche really.
Ahead of the upcoming Arnold Clark Cup, your girlfriend had bet you that you wouldn’t be able to score against her and you had countered her bet with your own, that she wouldn’t be able to prevent you from scoring.
The reward of the bet is interesting, that the winner will be able to do anything she likes with the other.
And you really really want to win. The thought of being able to have your way with a certain Felicitas Rauch being more than enough incentive for you.
******
England playing against Germany is the last fixture of the tournament so playing against Feli isn’t really on your mind yet.
You do however, text her frequently and in return, receive a constant stream of TikToks that she has found funny.
You’re laughing at one of them when Georgia plonks down in the seat next to you.
‘What’s so funny?’
‘Nothing Georgie.’
‘Aw come on! You’re never here anymore and now that you are, you won’t even tell me what you’re laughing about.’ Georgia pouts.
You soften at her words and quickly unlock your phone, showing her the video Feli had sent you.
The Manchester City player chuckles.
‘That is funny.’ She says and you laugh again.
‘I didn’t know you had a dog though.’
‘Me?’
‘Yes you? Your lockscreen is a brown poodle.’ Georgia says in confusion.
‘Oh! She’s not exactly my dog.’
‘Okay…’ Georgia’s confusion only increases and she makes to ask more questions only to be unable to do so because Sarina starts giving instructions.
As you listen to your coach, you glance down at your lockscreen of Cinnamon before unlocking your phone once more, this time to look at your wallpaper.
It’s a good thing Georgia had only seen your lockscreen because your wallpaper, a photo of Felicitas kissing you would have been a lot harder to explain.
******
It had completely slipped your mind to tell your England teammates about Feli.
There had just been so many things going on, your recent move to Germany, a new apartment for you to settle, a new style of play for you to adapt to and your struggle to learn a new language.
Your relationship with Feli had started amongst all that and before you knew it, months had passed by.
How could you tell them about your German girlfriend now?
******
On the contrary, Feli’s national teammates know all about you.
So many of them played at Wolfsburg with you and the rest have heard all about how head over heels Felicitas is for you.
They would never miss an opportunity to tease Feli who is usually reserved and a tad shy.
The perfect opportunity lies in whenever she calls you.
Somehow even when you are countries apart, you always manage to make your girlfriend blush.
Her German teammates love you for that and you frequently get sent photos of Feli’s red cheeks during the international breaks.
******
Having headed up to your hotel room early, you make the most of your roommate’s absence to call Felicitas.
She answers almost immediately, her smile being the first thing you see.
‘Hi my love.’
‘Hello.’ She greets, cheeks already dusted with pink from the term of endearment.
You grin, ‘How’s England treating you?’
‘Good but I miss you.’
‘I miss you too Feli but we’ll see each other tomorrow.’
‘I can’t wait.’ Your girlfriend murmurs.
She adjusts her phone, giving you a glimpse of her surroundings. It looks like she’s out on her hotel room’s balcony.
Having finished propping her phone up, she cheekily asks, ‘Ready to lose?’
You laugh, ‘You wish.’
‘Liebling, being able to do whatever I want to you is pretty good motivation. There’s no way that I am losing.’ Feli states.
Confidently, she adds, ‘I’m sure you’ll like what I have planned.’
‘Well as nice as that sounds, I think that both you and I will prefer what I have in mind for when I win.’
There’s no mistaking the tone in your voice.
Feli swallows hard, her blush intensifying as she stammers, ‘S-Sorry liebling. No can do.’
You giggle and your girlfriend looks away in embarrassment, clearing her throat.
‘I love you but I won’t be losing. You’ll see.’
‘We’ll see.’ You agree.
You’re content to just look at her but you hear the door of your hotel room opening.
‘I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you Felicitas.’
Feli nods, having heard your roommate from her end of the call.
‘Ich liebe dich. I’m really excited to see you.’
She ends the call, just as your roommate enters the room fully.
‘Who were you talking to?’ Leah asks curiously.
‘A teammate from Wolfsburg.’ You answer honestly.
‘She speaks German to you?’
‘She’s trying to teach me to pick it up faster. I’ve not been too good at it so far.’ You laugh self deprecatingly and your roommate giggles.
‘Are you feeling okay about playing against your club teammates tomorrow? It must be a little weird for you.’ Leah asks, unintentionally slipping into her role as captain.
‘It is but I’ll be okay Lee. We had a conversation about it before I left Germany. We promised that there would be no hard feelings and we’re actually quite looking forward to it.’
******
Sarina and the other coaching staff had asked you about how your German teammates at Wolfsburg played. You had given them as much as you could, telling them about your personal experiences with their playing styles.
They have also come up with their predictions for Germany’s starting lineup.
It’s no surprise to you that they think Feli will be playing.
Your girlfriend had gone from being left out of the 2019 World Cup to being Germany’s starting leftback and you could not be any prouder of her.
You see the work she puts in day in and day out and you know that she deserves to be there.
When you arrive at the stadium, you see that Sarina is right. Feli is starting for Germany and as you line up near her in the tunnel, you give her a brief hug that lets her know that you are proud of her.
You know that the extra tight squeeze she gives you in return means that she understands and is proud of you too.
******
Ellen White scores first, with you assisting her goal.
You can’t help but smirk at Feli as you walk back to your position.
She rolls her eyes at you and later when you’re within earshot, reminds you that you haven’t won the bet yet as you weren’t the one who scored.
******
The rest of the game goes as expected, with Germany playing physically and England playing the ball forward as much as possible.
Your Wolfsburg teammates have landed quite a few tackles on you but have helped you up each time.
You don’t take it to heart, having expected it already. It’s not like you have not done your fair share.
Playing in Germany has rubbed off on you and you now have a tendency of being a little more physical.
You haven’t had any direct contact with Felicitas though, the defender being kept occupied by your English teammates.
By the 94th minute, you know you’re going to win. While you yourself have not scored, Millie and Fran have added to England’s goal tally.
Lina Magull scoring in the 41st minute is not enough for Germany.
You’re thinking about ways to somehow convince your girlfriend that you’ve won the bet anyway as you begin lining up for a corner.
It’s in Germany’s favour but you’re not particularly worried, knowing that Mary has the safest hands around and that this corner will probably be one of the last actions of the game.
Feli’s taking the corner and you focus back on the game just in time to see the ball fly.
You jump up, along with everyone else but Leah is the one who gets her head on the ball.
She clears it and then you’re off, sprinting clear of the other players. Maybe you would be able to win your bet properly.
The ball gets passed to you and you make a run for the goal, only to be taken out a fraction of a second later.
You scream.
There’s no other way to express the horrific pain you are in.
You’re not even aware of the way your body curls in on itself or the way your hand blindly clutches at your injured ankle.
Sobbing into the grass, you cry out again as gentle hands turn you over.
If your eyes weren’t squeezed shut, you would see that your girlfriend looks like she’s about to throw up.
‘I didn’t mean to. Oh my god I never meant to hurt her.’ She repeats, over and over again.
Feli is inconsolable, shaking all over as she looks at you on the ground.
Your English teammates push her away, in their rush to get to you.
She doesn’t register Keira shouting at her or Lucy holding the ginger back.
Laura grabs her and moves her aside, just enough so that she can still see you but not be in the way of the worried England team.
‘She’s going to hate m-me.’ Felicitas stutters.
‘Hey Feli she won’t. It was an accident.’ Laura tries but Feli isn’t hearing any of it. She trembles harder when Laura hugs her tightly, the Eintracht Frankfurt player doing her best to keep her friend’s breakdown from the cameras.
The German players gather around Felicitas, helping Laura to block her.
Your English teammates are trying to do the same for you.
You’re still crying, unable to answer any of the questions the medical staff are asking you.
‘Feli.’ You whimper.
‘Felicitas.’ You plead again.
Leah squeezes your hand. You hadn’t even realised that she’s holding your hand.
‘Yes. It’s Felicitas Rauch that tackled you.’ Leah tells you, thinking that it’s what you want to know.
It isn’t.
‘I want Felicitas. I want my girlfriend.’ You beg.
Leah blinks but doesn’t question you, knowing that you are in no shape to properly answer anything.
She just gets you your girlfriend.
******
‘She didn’t mean it.’ Alex Popp states, as Leah approaches.
‘I hope not. Rauch needs to go to her girlfriend now.’
‘No. I can’t be near her. She won’t want me there.’ Feli cries, furiously shaking her head.
Leah glances at you and then back towards her before firmly saying, ‘Look I don’t know you. But she’s in a lot of pain and asking for you so I’m bringing you to her whether you like it or not.’
******
‘Liebling, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I should never have gone in for that tackle.’ Felicitas rushes out.
‘Feli…’ You gasp and your girlfriend chokes back a sob, taking your hand in hers.
‘I’m sorry.’
‘It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean to but Feli it really really hurts.’
You’re trying your hardest not to cry more but a few tears slip free anyway.
The expression on your girlfriend’s face looks like heartbreak but she whispers, ‘I know. I know. You’ve got to let the medics take you off the pitch now okay?
Trying to be brave, you nod and the medical staff takes it as their cue to put you on the stretcher.
‘Please don’t leave me.’ You beg and Felicitas scrubs her tears off her face. She angrily thinks to herself that she doesn’t have to right to cry.
‘I promise. I’m right here liebling.’
Her gaze remains on your face but the briefest glance at your bloodied and bruised ankle, now visible thanks to the medical staff who had removed your boot and rolled down your sock makes her want to be sick again.
Feli’s face is pale and tear stained but she never lets go of your hand.
She’s right beside you, holding your hand and walking off the pitch with you.
The referee decides to end the match there but that doesn’t matter to your girlfriend who would have walked off the pitch anyway, regardless of what the referee and coaches had to say.
******
Your girlfriend is carefully stroking your hair, doing her best to soothe the pain she had unintentionally caused you.
The bed you are sitting up on is cold but Feli’s hands are warm. You try to focus on that, letting her familiar touch give you some comfort.
The medical staff are examining your ankle now but by just looking at it, you think that there’s little chance you would escape with a mild injury. You are sure you would be on the sidelines for a while.
When your team doctor looks up at you and gives you a little head shake, you know your suspicions have been proven.
‘I’m really sorry but you’re definitely going to have to go to the hospital now. We’ll contact your club and let them know.’
‘How bad is it?’
‘A few months out at least. Your ankle is badly sprained and the hospital will give you a more thorough x-ray but from what I can tell, it’s been fractured.’
Your face crumples and you bury your face in Feli’s shoulder. Her arms wrap around you, holding you close.
‘I’ll give you a moment.’ The doctor murmurs before leaving.
‘I’m so sorry.’ Felicitas breathes.
You cry even harder, the throbbing pain in your ankle doing you no favours.
Your girlfriend inhales shakily, kissing the side of your head before beginning to pull away.
You stiffen the instant you feel her loosening her grip on you.
Your eyes widen in fear and you panickedly ask, ‘Feli w-where are you going?
‘Don’t you want me to go? I’m the reason you can’t play let alone walk. I hurt you liebling.’
‘No. You didn’t mean to. Stay please. I need you. Please Felicitas, don’t go.’
‘I won’t.’ She whispers, her heart breaking all over again as she realises exactly how vulnerable you are.
‘You promise?’
Your girlfriend hugs you close, ‘I promise. As long as you want me here, I’m here.’
******
You don’t want Felicitas to leave your side. You think she understands as well because she’s still sitting by the side of your bed and holding your hand when you wake up.
Her Germany kit has been replaced by a hoodie and shorts so you think that one of her teammates must have helped her out.
The German player’s eyebags have always been pronounced but the sleepless night she has had have made them so much darker, like bruises under her eyes.
‘You’re awake.’ She mumbles, when she feels you moving around.
You frown, trying to wiggle your toes only to fail. The new cast on your leg sees to that.
You don’t remember it being there so you assume that the doctors at the hospital must have done it after you had taken the painkillers which knocked you right out.
‘Felicitas? Does this mean I’ve won my bet?’
‘The bet? Liebling, that’s what you want to talk about right now?’ Feli’s tone is incredulous and surprising to you.
‘Why not Feli?’
‘Because I hurt you. My mistimed tackle broke your ankle.’
‘Fractured.’ You correct but your girlfriend winces all the same.
‘You are here because of me. You won’t be playing for three months. Can you please yell at me? Be angry at me liebling.’ Felicitas insists.
‘No.’ You answer simply.
‘No?’
‘I’m not mad at you. I know that it was an accident. You would never hurt me intentionally.’
‘I would never and it was an accident but please be angry at me. I deserve to have you hate me.’ Your girlfriend begs.
‘No. I will never hate you Felicitas. I love you. You’re the love of my life.’ You easily say.
The words come naturally to you because it’s all true. You know it in your heart.
Felicitas bites back a sob, ‘I love you so much. You’re the love of my life too.’
‘Don’t hate yourself Feli. It really was an accident. An unfortunate one but an accident nevertheless.’ You softly plead.
Your girlfriend exhales shakily, leaning in close and pressing a kiss onto your forehead.
You shiver, closing your eyes and soaking in the feel of her lips on your skin.
‘Feli?’ You breathe.
‘What is it?’
Your request is barely audible, ‘Can you kiss me please?’
Felicitas kisses your cheek carefully in response.
‘A proper kiss Felicitas. I-I haven’t had one of those for weeks and I miss it. I’ve missed you.’
You’re so shy that prior to the events of the last twenty four hours, Feli would have teased you before showering you in as many kisses as possible.
But now she quietly checks, ‘Are you sure? I have missed you so incredibly much but I don’t want to cause you more pain.’
‘You won’t. Felicitas I know you won’t.’ You swear fervently and your girlfriend gives in.
Her lips brush against yours gently and so tentatively that it makes you want to cry.
‘More. Please Feli please.’
Felicitas can’t deny you. She has never been good at doing so but now she finds herself completely unable to even try.
Her hands cradle your face tenderly and she gives you the most loving kiss she can.
You would have cried if the door of your hospital room didn’t open. As it is, Feli pulls away from you with a sharp jerk.
‘Okay then…Is this a bad time?’ Leah asks.
Behind her, Alessia and Tooney’s faces are tomato red from the display of affection. It makes you giggle.
‘No. I’d say come in but you’re already inside.’ You joke.
Leah laughs and places the bouquet of flowers she had been holding on your bedside table.
‘They’re beautiful, thanks Lee.’ You genuinely tell her.
The England captain smiles at you, ruffling your hair in the manner that only an older sister does.
Alessia and Ella settle themselves onto the couch along the side of your hospital room and you give them a warm smile.
Felicitas stands awkwardly beside you and as Leah starts telling you about how the other England girls will be along any minute, she murmurs, ‘I’ll give you a moment liebling.’
‘No don’t go. Stay. I’d like you to meet my national teammates.’
Your girlfriend hesitates and you add, ‘They’ll be nice to you, I promise. You can tell them what the doctor said because I was asleep for most of it.’
‘Okay…’ Feli sits back down by your bed and you grin, reaching out to intertwine your fingers with hers.
Leah looks at you expectantly and you sheepishly grin at her.
‘I’m sorry for not telling you earlier but this is my girlfriend. I always meant to introduce you guys to her but I guess she made her own introduction.’
All three of your national teammates chuckle at your sense of humor.
‘Nice to meet you.’ Feli cautiously says.
‘It’s nice to meet you too Rauch. Next time have a less dramatic introduction okay?’ Leah teases.
You laugh and Feli has a tiny smile on her face when she agrees.
******
You think your hospital room must be the noisiest one around. You’re actually worried that the nurses would kick all of your fellow players out.
When Laura Freigang arrives, bringing a pack of Sharpies along with a couple of other German players, the noise level gets even higher.
Your friends argue over who gets to sign your cast first but you put a stop to it.
‘My girlfriend gets to go first.’
Laura hands the Sharpies over without protest.
Felicitas takes it and after a reassuring nod from you, goes over to the end of your bed, where your injured foot is propped up on a pillow.
Gingerly, Feli begins to draw.
She sticks her tongue out in concentration and everyone in the room can see your obvious heart eyes.
Kathy takes a photo subtly.
Felicitas finishes soon after, pressing a kiss onto your forehead before sitting back down at your side.
There’s a small grin on her face and you look at your cast to see a brown dog.
‘Is that meant to be Cinny?’
‘Yeah.’ Feli’s smile widens and you laugh.
‘Thank you.’
There’s a moment where it’s just the two of you in your little bubble before Tooney loudly says, ‘My turn now!’
******
As your fellow players continue to talk, you can see that your girlfriend is exhausted. She rests her head on top of her folded arms that are on your bed.
The dark circles under her eyes are worrying you.
You know she hasn’t slept since before the match so you decide that despite how well meaning your England teammates and Feli’s national teammates are, visiting hours for you are over.
It doesn’t take much convincing on your part. All you had to do was tell a half truth and say that you are tired.
Leah wrangles the English players out and Sara Doorsoun shepherds the German players out so that you’re left alone with your love.
Feli anxiously smooths loose strands of your hair out of your face.
‘You’re tired? Do you want to sleep more liebling?’
‘Only a little and I wouldn’t mind another nap but that’s not why I asked them to leave. I asked them to leave because you need to sleep.’
‘Me?’
‘Yes you. Now get in with me.’ You insist.
The hospital staff had informed you that you wouldn’t be discharged till later in the day so you could let your girlfriend get some rest first.
Felicitas hesitates, eyes flicking down to your injured foot. Your friends have seen to your cast, ensuring that it is now thoroughly decorated.
‘You won’t hurt me. There’s a pillow propping it up so I’ll be okay.’ You assure her, already shifting to the side of your hospital bed to make space for her.
It takes you lifting the covers and staring at her expectantly for her to tentatively settle down beside you.
‘I missed you.’ You mumble into her shoulder.
‘Ich liebe dich.’ Feli promises and you give a contented sigh once you bury your face into her neck.
Inhaling deeply, you begin leaving little kisses on her tanned skin.
Your girlfriend lets out a soft moan.
‘Liebling…now’s not the time or the place.’ She breathily says.
Drawing back slightly, you sheepishly mumble, ‘Sorry.’
Felicitas carefully scoots closer to you, so that your back is pressed against her.
She kisses your shoulder, pushing your hospital gown to the side so that she has access to a larger expanse of skin.
‘Feli this isn’t fair.’
Your voice is tight and it’s taking every ounce of your self control not to turn around and kiss her silly.
‘I thought you said that this isn’t the time or the place?’
‘I’m sorry.’ Your girlfriend apologises but you can feel her smile against your shoulder so you know that she isn’t sorry at all.
Felicitas presses another kiss onto your skin and you audibly groan, ‘My love you’re supposed to be sleeping.’
‘Soon. But first I need you to know.’
‘Know what?’
‘You win the bet. I’m yours.’
You smile, turning to face her with some difficulty.
Your girlfriend’s smile matches yours and you can’t resist tracing her dimple with your finger. It makes Feli smile wider.
‘I had a plan but it’s got to wait a while.’
‘What did you have in mind?’ Feli asks curiously.
You blush furiously and quietly admit, ‘I wanted to fuck you in the shower.’
Your girlfriend giggles.
‘Shower sex? Liebling, that's what you want?’
‘You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Don’t feel like you owe me anything, especially sex.’ You quickly tell her.
‘Liebling no. I want to. I just- You didn’t have to make a bet to have sex with me. In the shower or anywhere else. It’s actually kind of hot.’ Feli murmurs.
She brushes a feather light kiss against your nose.
‘You’re really hot and I kinda sorta am always at least a little turned on by you.’ Your girlfriend happily confesses.
Your eyes widen and your blush that you don’t think can get any darker, does.
‘How about this? When your ankle heals, you can fuck me in the shower as many times as you’d like. But when we get back home, as your ankle is healing, I’ll give you the shower sex that you want.’
‘Really?’
‘I promise liebling.’
‘Okay. Now I’m really looking forward to getting home.’ You breathe.
‘Me too.’ Feli agrees.
You can’t resist kissing her affectionately.
Her eyes shine a little and you find yourself kissing her again, whispering against her lips, ‘Felicitas it wasn’t your fault okay? It was an accident.’
‘Okay.’ Feli quietly answers.
‘I mean it.’ You emphasise, wanting your girlfriend to know that she doesn’t have to blame herself.
She gives you a tiny nod in response, ‘I know you do.’
‘Are you gonna sleep okay? I’ll be here if you have nightmares…’
Your girlfriend exhales in surprise. There’s no way you could know that unless Sara had told you.
And her friend had.
When Feli had been distracted earlier, Sara had taken full advantage and confided in you that when she brought a change of clothes for your girlfriend, Feli had admitted that she could not sleep without hearing your scream of pain.
Her guilt ridden nightmares are the main reason for the dark circles under her eyes and you needed to help her see that she had absolutely no reason to feel guilty.
Feli takes your hand in hers, ‘I won’t. I know I didn’t mean to injure you and I know that you aren’t angry at me. It wasn’t my fault but I will definitely be working on my slide tackles from now on.’
‘Good.’ You whisper, giving her another kiss.
You try to pour all your love for her into it, needing her to know how much she means to you.
Felicitas must feel it because she sighs into your mouth, her entire body relaxing.
She wraps her strong arms around you, letting you find comfort in her embrace and in her effortless ability to make you feel safe.
And loved. So incredibly loved.
The painkillers have eased the throbbing pain in your injured ankle but it’s Feli’s presence that helps you get through the remaining ache.
Your girlfriend takes in a deep breath, soaking in the moment.
It’s brought to an end by her yawning loudly.
She tries to stifle it but fails, the resulting tinge of pink on her cheekbones making you giggle.
‘Love, get some sleep please.’ You instruct and Feli huffs a laugh, kissing your forehead protectively before finally, finally letting her eyes slip close.
******
If she spends the flight home thinking about how best to pin you against the bathroom wall and fuck you gently with her fingers, all while making sure that you keep your weight off your injured ankle and are in no danger of slipping, well she would just say that she’s being thorough with her preparation.
German Translation:
liebling - love
ich liebe dich - i love you
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Flowers, Cuddles And A Hair Bow | Sydney Lohmann x Child!Reader
warnings: none :)
word count: 1083
summary: little eyes watch, little minds learn, you try to do some of the things Momma does for Tante Syd, part of Sydney's Little Liebe
a/n: requested, i hope you like it
‘Tante! Tante Syd!’ You demand, tiptoeing as much as you can to look over the counter top.
You hop up and down, snatching quick peeks of your Tante in between them.
She laughs from the other side of the breakfast bar, looking at your little head bopping up and down.
You huff impatiently as she continues giggling.
‘Tante!’
There’s another snort and then she comes around, her strong arms lifting you up and onto a seat.
‘Hi.’ She grins and you all but shove the flowers you are holding into her face.
‘For you.’ You cheer.
Your Tante chuckles, taking them from you carefully.
The petals and stems are slightly crushed from how hard you had been holding it, the roots and accompanying soil still attached.
‘Wow. They’re really beautiful, meine Little Liebe. Thank you.’
You practically glow at her praise.
It had taken you a long time to decide which flowers you wanted from the garden and you ended up choosing some pink ones because the kind of pink they are, are the same kind of pink your Tante’s cheeks sometimes turn when your Momma kisses her.
‘I give you flowers like Momma.’ You proudly explain.
Your Tante Syd kisses your forehead.
‘I love you, you’re too cute for words.’
Even though you are now four fingers old and know a lot of things you didn’t before, you still don’t know what being too cute for words is.
But Tante Syd puts your flowers into a mason jar, right next to the one of your Momma’s flowers. She keeps them there until they wilt, then dries them and puts them back into the jar.
So you think that just like your Momma, you must have done something right.
******
Momma gives Tante a lot of cuddles.
Just like you, Tante Syd likes the big bed and sleeps there often.
Every now and then, on mornings that you wake up early, you find your Momma holding her and running her fingers through Tante’s hair.
Momma always pats the spot next to them both and lets you lie there as you wait for your Tante to wake up.
You have to be quiet and still so you don’t disturb Tante. Sometimes you are so good at it that you fall back asleep.
On those days, everyone gets out of bed late.
Today though, your Momma has to go to work early.
She tells you before you sleep and your Tante promises that she’ll be there when you wake up.
And she is.
You wake up very early so she’s still asleep.
Instinctively, you climb up into the big bed and settle yourself beside her.
‘Hey Little Liebe.’ She mumbles sleepily, pulling the covers over you.
The warmth makes you yawn and you let her wrap an arm around you.
It’s super comfy and you yawn your biggest ever yawn.
You want to sleep but you remember Momma is not here to run her fingers through Tante Syd’s hair so you do it.
Your Tante sighs softly, ‘Both you and your Momma are way too good at that.’
Hugging Tante Syd, you push your face into her hair and yawn.
She giggles, ‘Sleep sleepyhead. You need your rest to help me make pancakes later.’
You want to protest that you’re not tired and very excited to be your Tante’s assistant chef but another huge yawn bubbles its way up and you give into it.
You hug Tante Syd extra tight and she pulls you snugly into her side.
It’s how your Momma finds the both of you later, still cuddled up and fast asleep together.
******
‘Tante you have to stay very still okay?’ You warn.
Your Tante Syd can’t help giggling simply because you sound so much like your Momma. Her girlfriend tells you exactly the same thing, in exactly the same way, when she’s tying your hair.
Sticking your tongue out in concentration, you focus very hard on brushing Tante’s blonde hair out and putting it up into a ponytail. She’s sitting on the floor of the locker room, where all your Tantes get ready for work and you are sitting in her cubby, just above her.
It’s the only way you can reach Tante Syd’s hair because she’s so tall. Taller than your Momma even. You make sure to eat all your veggies no matter how icky they are so that one day, you can be tall like her.
Momma always does Tante Syd’s hair on game days and you decide that today, you want to be like your Momma and help her tie her hair for practice.
Making the hair tie go around your favourite Tante’s hair is difficult but you manage.
With a bright smile, you clap your hands and announce that you’re done.
‘Danke meine Little Liebe.’
Your Tante pulls you into her arms to hug you tightly and your smile gets bigger.
‘Did I do a good job?’
Tante Syd lets you go, running a hand over her ponytail and nodding.
‘The best job.’ She promises. There’s more than a few strands out of place but she is honestly impressed with how well you’ve done.
You do a little dance to celebrate and she laughs.
‘Do you want to know a secret?
Tante Klara once told you that you must be quiet when hearing a secret so you freeze and stop your happy dance before nodding rapidly.
Your Tante Syd bends down, leaning in close to your ear to whisper, ‘I think you’re way better at tying my hair than your Momma.
‘Really?’ You ask in awe.
‘Really.’ Tante tells you seriously and you’re so pleased with her words that you quickly rummage through your pink backpack and pull out one of your spare bows.
You have a bunch of them in different colours and your Momma’s been putting them in your hair ever since you were little.
There’s a special red and white pair that you wear only on gamedays because they are the same colour as your Momma and Tantes’ jerseys.
You don’t have them with you now but you do have a blue one which you hold out to Tante Syd.
There is a soft smile on her face as she understands what you want and kneels down so you can reach her ponytail.
You pin the bow there and your favourite Tante lifts you up onto her hip.
‘Let’s go find your Momma now okay? I want to show her how pretty you’ve done my hair.’
German Translations:
tante - aunty
danke - thank you
meine Little Liebe - my Little Love
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Think I Forgot How To Be Happy, Something I’m Not (But Something I Can Be) | Felicitas Rauch
warnings: reader’s prior messy break up
word count: 3642
summary: you leave north london broken but maybe in germany, you’ll meet someone who helps you to heal, part two can be found here
a/n: requested, some fluff for my fellow germany fans. also my brain kinda went off on it’s own tangent here so this is what it is 🥺😂
Germany is not somewhere you thought you would ever live in. Yet here you are, in your new and empty apartment, having signed for Wolfsburg.
Arsenal had been your home for as long as you could remember and you had never planned on leaving your childhood club.
You were happy there. Until you made the stupid decision to date a teammate.
That’s where it had all gone wrong for you.
The way your relationship had ended, you wouldn’t wish that on anyone. The initial dismissal and pulling away by your ex had left you with trust issues.
The inevitable break up led to you falling out of love with North London. All the little corners and places in the city that you had once loved so much and therefore shared with your ex were now tainted with painful, sour memories.
So encouraged by your Arsenal teammates who have had a front row seat to the way your relationship had fallen apart, you had left the only home you had ever known for Wolfsburg.
******
You arrive in Wolfsburg to Jill’s open arms, the former Arsenal player having been instructed to look out for you.
She picks you up at the airport and brings you to the apartment where you would be staying.
The Dutch woman offers to stay and help you unpack but you give her a small smile and tell her you would be fine on your own.
You don’t want to say it but you need a moment alone, to process this enormous decision that you had made.
Jill understands and leaves but promises to be back so that you can carpool with her to your first training session with the German club.
Alone in your apartment, surrounded by cardboard boxes, you sigh and sit down to think.
******
Jill introduces you to your new teammates. They’re all welcoming, friendly and nice, excited to meet their new English teammate.
You’d remember a few of them, from international friendlies.
Lena Oberdorf especially because she had almost taken your ankle out with a solid tackle.
She rushes to greet you first, saying she is so glad to meet you and worrying if you hold any hard feelings towards her.
You didn’t and you tell her as much, giving her a warm smile.
Svenja Huth is next, taking her duties as captain very seriously and wanting to make sure you are fitting in okay.
The following faces you meet kind of blur together, unfamiliar German accents being the only thing you catch.
Until a brunette steps forward, meaning to introduce herself only for a blonde to interrupt her loudly, ‘I’m Jule and this is Felicitas.’
‘Don’t call me that.’ She mumbles, making Jule giggle.
‘Ignore her please. I’m Feli and it’s really nice to meet you.’
You laugh and shake her hand.
Feli smiles and you give her one in return.
******
As lovely as your new teammates are, you’re still not letting them in and keeping your guard up.
It bothers them, when you make excuses to miss team meals and leave team bondings early.
You play well with them on the field, connecting easily and creating goal scoring opportunities. Your talent is not something that was ever in doubt but now it shines through. The German style of play suits you.
But your distance concerns them enough that they ask Jill, the only one who you seem willing to open up to about why you seem so closed off and sad.
Jill tells them about your messy break up and how much it had hurt you.
She doesn’t share enough to violate your privacy but what she said had been enough.
Your Wolfsburg teammates are kinder to you after that, patiently waiting for you to let them in.
Especially Feli who is particularly enamored with you. With your English accent and smile.
The German has been trying to keep her growing feelings for you under wraps but it’s been getting harder for her to do so.
She loves spending time with you, adores the way your eyes light up when you find something funny.
When she finds out you’re a dog person, she brings her dog to training.
Feli watches as you laugh, letting her poodle lick your hand. Her heart skips a beat when you look up at her, a big grin on your face.
The sound of your laughter gives her a warm feeling inside, so much so that she’s smiling like a fool.
Jill leans against the wall with her and quietly says, ‘Well done. This is the most relaxed I’ve ever seen her since she got here.’
‘I just want her to be happy.’ Feli murmurs, shrugging lightly.
In that moment, Jill realises exactly how smitten her teammate is.
******
You weren’t blind. You know that your teammates know what is up with you.
But slowly and surely, their patience and kindness begins to pay off.
Feli is a big part of that.
The German player had caught onto how much you love her dog and had repeatedly invited you to a park not far from the training grounds.
At first you had made your usual excuses but Felicitas had been gentle but persistent in her asking, so much so that you had acquiescenced.
In the time you spend with Feli and Cinnamon, you get to know them both.
Cinnamon loves getting the spot behind her ears scratched and Feli loves her coffee.
As you grow more and more familiar with a certain German, you find yourself developing feelings for her.
Eventually it gets to the point where you wake up one morning, on an off day and catch yourself excitedly getting ready to see her at the park.
You don’t go that day.
You ignore all her subsequent texts and calls.
They are anxious and worried at first but soon get even more frantic.
You hide under your blankets and keep your phone far away from you.
So great is the pain in your heart and so heavy are the thoughts in your head that you forget that you gave Jill a spare key when you moved in.
The depth of Feli’s feelings for you are not to be underestimated because soon enough, she’s there with Jill.
Jill who takes one look at you in your room and quietly sits down beside you on the bed, where you’re curled up.
‘Schat, I know that you’re scared of what you might feel for Feli but for what it’s worth, I believe that she couldn’t be more different than your ex.’
The Dutch woman waits a moment and upon not getting any response, sighs.
‘She was so worried you know. Feli practically begged me to come here and check on you.’
‘Was she?’ You softly ask, tearing up slightly as Jill talks about the German woman who has found her way in your heart despite your best efforts to keep her out.
‘She still is. I couldn’t convince her to go back to her apartment so she’s here. I managed to get her to wait in your living room till I spoke with you.’
‘She’s here?’
You panic and stand up, rushing to pull your bedroom door open.
Felicitas freezes, she’d been pacing you think.
Cinnamon barks happily and runs up to you. The brown poodle gets an absentminded pet from you before you straighten back up.
You keep staring at Feli and barely notice Jill leaving the apartment after saying that she’d give the two of you a moment.
‘Hi.’ Feli softly says.
‘Felicitas.’
‘You’re the only one who I don’t mind calling me that you know? Well, other than my parents.’ The brunette gives a tiny laugh before she takes a step towards you.
‘You mean a lot to me. The way I feel about you isn’t a secret.’
The sharp inhale that escapes you is loud. You didn’t know that your feelings were returned and the anxiety her confession causes must be clear on your face.
Feli’s eyes widen and she quickly says, ‘I know someone hurt you badly and I want you to know that I would never do that. I really care for you and I'd just like you to know that if you ever want to let me in, I'll be here. You don’t have to feel the way I feel but I'm here. I'm always going to be here for you. I'm not going anywhere, I promise.’
‘You promise?’
The way your voice wavers makes your unsurety apparent.
It’s why Feli doesn’t hesitate to answer with certainty, ‘I promise.’
You stay silent, trying to see if she really means it.
After a moment, you decide she does. You trust that she does.
‘Okay. D-Do you still want to go to our park now?’
It’s a tiny nervous step from you but a step nonetheless.
‘Of course.’ Feli is quick to agree, a wide smile on her face.
The fact that you had referred to the park as yours and hers, gives her butterflies in her stomach.
******
You join your teammates for lunch.
If Feli had to bring Cinnamon and sit beside you for the whole meal, she didn’t care.
Neither did your teammates who are over the moon that you are finally comfortable enough to start letting them in.
They don’t explicitly say anything to you but the way they grin and hug you, shows you that they care.
The meal is lighthearted and fun, situated at a pet friendly restaurant, to accomodate Cinnamon.
By the end of it, you have decided that getting to know your teammates outside of training wouldn’t be so bad.
Especially if Feli was going to hold your hand every time she thought you were anxious.
******
You begin going over to Feli’s apartment.
She convinced you to come over one day, after playing fetch with Cinnamon, saying that she’d like to introduce you to proper homemade German food.
You’d hesitated but she had looked at you so pleadingly you could not say no.
So you said yes.
And that is how the twice a week dinners started because the food that Felicitas makes is just so good.
You might even say that it makes you fall a little harder for her.
Feli tries to teach you how to cook but it doesn’t really work out. It’s almost laughable really, how hard the both of you try, you to cook and her to teach you.
Eventually the two of you just resign yourselves to the fact that it wouldn’t work and settle into a new routine.
One where you go shopping for groceries together and cook together in Feli’s apartment.
A routine where you insist on paying for the groceries since she cooks and where you sit on the counter, sneaking pieces of food to Cinny as you watch her cook.
******
As the months pass by in Germany, you make sure to keep in contact with your old Arsenal teammates.
Your English teammates you still see at camp but you miss your other teammates.
Especially Lia who you have always been particularly close to.
Lia who you call one night, to have her answer your video call with a knowing smile.
‘Lia?’ You nervously question.
‘You’re falling in love.’
‘What? Lia no.’
‘I was watching the game today. I saw you run to a certain Felicitas Rauch as soon as she went down. You were the first one by her side.’
‘I care a lot about all my teammates. I’d do the same for you.’
Lia doesn’t just laugh, she giggles.
‘Yes but you wouldn’t be smoothing sweaty hair off my face or helping me sit up. Or holding my hand as you walk me back to my position.’
You frown, remembering the moment from earlier.
Feli had been tackled and had gone down holding her ankle. She had not got back up, so you had sprinted right over.
Upon hearing her pained gasps, you had immediately tried to soothe her pain as best as you could.
It hadn’t occurred to you that it would be broadcasted on live television.
You had just been so focused on Feli and the fact that she had been hurting. Everything else was unimportant then.
The way Felicitas had gratefully held your hand as the medics checked out her ankle, it assured you that you had made the right decision.
Lia’s new fit of giggles brings you out of your thoughts.
‘I’d hold your hand and walk you back to your position if you wanted.’ You grumble.
The Swiss woman laughs once more before looking at you seriously.
‘I’m so glad you’re healing. It wasn’t easy to see how broken you were before.’
‘Feli’s been…’
You trail off, not knowing how to explain exactly how kind, patient and warm the defender has been to you.
Lia nods, ‘I know Feli and I know you. I also know that you’ll be good for each other.’
‘I don’t know Lia. I’m just so scared. Feli means so much to me and she’s been incredibly sweet but there’s always the chance that this all goes wrong. I love Germany and I feel at home here now. I don’t want to lose that again.’
Your former teammate nods once more, understanding your fears.
But then she asks something you should have asked yourself a long time ago.
‘Why does Germany feel like home?’
The answer is one you know deep down. Germany only feels like home because of Felicitas.
******
You curl into Feli’s body, your palm resting on her stomach.
She shifts, allowing you to get more comfortable.
‘Thanks.’ You whisper, so as to not disturb the rest of your teammates during the movie screening and she presses a kiss onto your hair in response.
You don’t stop her when she presses a second and then a third affectionately.
If anything, you relax even further into her.
With her so close, you can hear and feel the way her breath stutters every time the movie picks up.
It seems that Feli scares easily and you find that adorable.
******
Twice a week dinners at Feli’s apartment become a nightly occurrence.
One evening when it’s her turn to host team bonding, you answer the door.
Jill smirks.
You roll your eyes.
She catches you alone, in Feli’s kitchen later on.
‘Whatever you two are, it’s not just friends.’
‘I know.’ You say softly and despite Jill’s excited follow up and slightly invasive questions, you don’t say anything else.
******
Despite how close you and Feli are, she’s not your bus buddy.
Your bus buddy is Jill and hers is Kathy.
Today though, Felicitas is having a hard time.
It didn’t matter that Wolfsburg had won the game. By her high standards, she had played an awful game and she’s just so tired. She is exhausted and furious at herself.
All she wants is to go back to her apartment and sleep. And maybe cuddle with Cinnamon a bit.
Feli is so out of it that she doesn’t notice Jill nudging you and not too quietly murmuring, ‘Go to her.’
Kathy switches with you easily once she sees you coming towards her.
It doesn’t occur to Feli that you have noticed her change in behaviour and would want to check in on her.
So when you slide into the seat beside her and reach out to hold her hand, she jumps with surprise.
‘I got you.’ You promise and guide her to lean against your shoulder.
Felicitas does so with a breath of relief.
When you carefully kiss her cheek and pull her even closer, Feli thinks that everything is going to be okay.
******
You’re more affectionate with her than ever and Feli loves it.
She loves how comfortable you are around her now, from holding her hand on team walks to cuddling with her on her couch.
Now, having traveled back to North London, for the Champions League, Feli is especially glad you’re letting your walls down.
She knows it would be hard for you to be back in your old home so she wants to be there for you, as best as she can.
Svenja had given out the room assignments and you had eagerly pressed a kiss onto Feli’s cheek when you found out she would be with you.
‘Hi roomie.’ You’d teased and she had held out her hand to you.
‘Hello.’ Feli murmurs, smiling when you take her hand.
As she follows you into the elevator, she makes a mental note to thank her captain.
******
You’re so excited to be back in North London. You’ve missed the city and your friends.
You’re even more excited to take Felicitas to your favourite cafe.
She loves coffee more than anyone you have ever known and you hope that she likes the coffee there.
Unfortunately that has to wait till after the game. You will have a chance to do that tomorrow, before you fly back to Germany.
First you have to play and hopefully win against your former team.
But for now, you’re content to watch Feli get ready for bed.
Felicitas who looks so cute with her glasses on.
So you tell her that and she blushes, making you laugh.
******
Feli squeezes your hand in hers as you line up in the tunnel. The Arsenal players aren’t here yet so the defender takes a moment to check on you.
‘You okay?’ She asks and you nod, wrapping your arms around her waist and burying your face into her neck.
You take a deep breath in and Felicitas rubs your back soothingly.
She smells nice and you allow her to calm you down.
Feli places a brief kiss onto your forehead and then steps back as the Arsenal players join your team in the tunnel.
‘Lia!’
The Swiss player hugs you immediately. Lia’s eyes meet Feli’s and she mouths, ‘Thank you.’
******
Your game ends as a draw.
As you go around shaking hands and sharing hugs with your former teammates, there’s a lot of laughter.
But when you’ve made your rounds, you’re back at Feli’s side, slipping your hand into hers as she walks back towards the tunnel.
Feli looks at you in surprise.
‘Don’t you want to spend time with your old teammates?’
‘I have.’ You answer but Felicitas squeezes your hand.
‘Don’t you want to spend more time with them?’
‘Nope. I want to spend time with you now.’
‘Oh.’ Felicitas’ cheeks turn a bright pink and she brings your joined hands up to her lips so that she can kiss the back of your palm.
If Lia or your ex sees the short moment, they don’t say anything.
If your ex-girlfriend glances at Lia, the Swiss woman’s only response is to shrug as if to say, ‘You’ve lost her.’
******
‘To go or having here?’ The barista asks.
Feli eyes you in question and you say, ‘To go please.’
As you wait for your coffees to be ready, you explain, ‘There’s somewhere I want you to see. It meant a lot to me when I was growing up here.’
Felicitas simply holds your hand and smiles at you reassuringly in answer.
When you leave the cafe, she deposits your joined hands in her jacket pocket for warmth. In doing so, she catches the expression of complete adoration on your face and feels the familiar butterflies in her stomach flutter around.
‘How’s your coffee?’ You ask, as you lead her down the street.
Feli grins, ‘It’s good. I understand why this is your favourite coffee.’
‘It isn’t anymore.’ You whisper.
‘It isn’t?’
‘Yours is.’
Felicitas visibly tries and fails to fight back her smile.
‘It’s the cinnamon I put inside isn’t it? I told you it would grow on you.’
‘You were right.’ You admit and Feli laughs. Her thumb brushes over the back of your hand and you duck your head to hide the way your cheeks burn.
‘Come on. We’re almost there.’
‘Okay.’ Feli murmurs.
******
It’s only a short walk from there and it’s spent in comfortable silence.
When you reach a small side street, you gently tug Felicitas with you, into a park just beside it.
‘It’s beautiful here.’ Feli quietly says.
‘It is. But you should see it in the summer. There’s so many flowers then.’
You and Feli sit down beside each other on the bench. You rest your head on her shoulder and Felicitas exhales.
She finishes her cup of coffee and then sets it aside.
‘Why’d you bring me here? Not that I don’t want to spend time with you but why?’
Sitting up properly, you look at Feli for a long moment.
Her eyes are so pretty you think.
Gingerly, you reach out to trace the contours of her jaw. Felicitas melts, leaning into your touch.
Very very slowly, you begin to close the gap.
Feli catches on immediately and she gently stops you.
Your eyes widen with hurt and you pull away, making the German player rush to stop you.
‘Liebling I want this. I really really do. I just need to make sure that it’s what you want too.’ She softly says.
‘Felicitas…’
Feli tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. It’s an infinitely sweet gesture that has your breath catching.
‘You met your ex-girlfriend last night and I know you’re saying you’re okay but that couldn’t possibly have been easy for you.’
‘It wasn’t. But I am okay Felicitas.’
‘But you-’
‘Feli I don’t care about her. I care about you!’
Felicitas stares at you wordlessly.
‘I never brought her here, I’ve never brought anyone here except for you. This is the park where I first learnt to play football.
Your voice is barely audible when you say, ‘It means the world to me and so do you Felicitas.’
This time, when you try to kiss her, Feli doesn’t stop you. She meets you halfway instead.
Dutch Translation:
schat - darling
German Translation:
liebling - love
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Girl Put Your Records On (Tell Me Your Favourite Song) | Sydney Lohmann
warnings: syd’s injury 😔
word count: 2077
summary: requested, domestic fluff with sydney
a/n: syd’s back! syd’s back! syd’s back!
It’s no secret that Sydney loves cooking. She has even said that if she wasn’t playing football professionally, she would be a chef.
And maybe you’re a little biased as her girlfriend and frequent beneficiary of her cooking but you are sure that she would have made an amazing one.
The German woman cooks a large variety of things and she is always down to experiment but her favourite is pasta.
Sydney’s homemade pasta is one of your favourite things to eat and you would even go so far as to call it your comfort food.
Your girlfriend makes the entire dish from scratch and you swear you can feel the love and care she puts into it.
The extent of your fondness for it and for any of Syd’s cooking really, is well known. There has been more than one occasion where your fellow Bayern teammates have teased you that you’re only with Sydney for her skills in the kitchen.
That couldn’t be further from the truth though.
You love everything about your girlfriend, from her every perfection down to her littlest flaw.
If it were up to you, you would say that a certain Sydney Matilda Lohmann is complete perfection.
There is so much you adore about her and that includes each moment that you spend with her.
Making pasta together with your girl is one of your favourite moments.
You and your girlfriend frequently have teammates over for meals. Sydney’s cooking tends to have that effect on people and while making pasta with friends is nice, you love making pasta with Syd much more.
When it is just you and her, the Bayern Munich midfielder putting her vintage record player on to as she put it, set the vibe.
Your girlfriend spins you around the kitchen when any of her favourite records come on and you’d ask her, her favourite song in between fits of laughter.
Sydney’s favourite song changes all the time based on how she’s been feeling so you like to ask her what it is. It gives you an idea of her current mood and state of mind.
Her hazel eyes are always bright when she answers you and you cherish all of her answers and the way she looks as she gives them.
More often than not, she has flour on her clothes and hair. She leaves streaks of it behind on you, a visible reminder of her hands on your body.
You love these smudges of white, left on your hips, shoulders and stomach, sometimes on your cheek if Sydney’s feeling mischievous enough to swipe her flour covered finger across your cheek.
It’s especially heartwarming after tough games and it goes like this.
Sydney makes her pasta dough and you hand her the ingredients in the right order, reading out the recipe from one of her cookbooks. Her scribbled handwriting in the margins of said cookbooks mark them as hers.
You continue leafing through the recipes, giggling at some of the notes and comments she has left while your girlfriend wraps the dough up before putting it to chill in the fridge.
The German woman then proceeds to make the sauce, tomato or cream based, depending on her mood.
She lets it simmer over the stove and it always smells so damn good. Syd stirs it and lets you taste test it as she cooks. The Bayern player feeds you those spoonfuls of little tastes with anxious smiles and hopeful looks, always waiting for your feedback.
You don’t know what she’s worried about because her pasta sauce is constantly amazing.
It gives you great joy to watch her face light up whenever you tell her so.
Sitting on the kitchen counter, most of the time in Syd’s clothes as you swing your legs back and forth, you fall even more head over heels in love with her.
You love watching her hum along to the song playing as she does little dance moves whenever inspiration strikes her.
Every now and then, she turns around to check on you and you have no shame in showing her just how captivated you are.
You’re starstruck because of her.
The way you look at her makes her blush and your girlfriend often ducks her head, looking back down at her pot of sauce to hide it. It really is cute of her.
When the sauce is done, Sydney washes her hands before pulling you off the kitchen counter. The German woman always takes the opportunity to kindly suggest that she can help pass the remaining time more quickly.
And you always take her up on it because who would say no to what she has in mind?
Making out with your girlfriend is like something out of a dream. With her lips on yours and whispered sighs, her hands skimming your bare skin, well you’re in love with the feeling and her.
The last minutes of chilling time for the pasta dough go by fast and then Sydney is waltzing you back into the kitchen.
You stand beside her, the only place you ever want to be, even if you are given the whole world to choose from and roll out the pasta dough with her.
The both of you take turns to run the pasta wheel over the rolled sheets and Syd never fails to make fun of you for how much neater hers turns out.
It is quick work after that, for the meal to be ready.
You set the plates out and your girlfriend finishes off her dish.
It is almost sacred to be able to curl up with the hazel eyed woman, with whatever show the two of you are binge watching playing on the television while you eat together.
Moments like that give you the much needed break from football. It’s lovely to be able to chase a dream you’ve had since you were a little girl but it’s also lovely for you to be able to spend time with your girlfriend.
Since Syd cooked, you pick up the plates and take them to the kitchen to wash.
It is everything to you, to be able to share this domestic bliss with Sydney.
******
Now that she is injured, things have to change.
Not by much but rather, a simple reversal of roles.
You make the pasta and let your girlfriend taste the sauce. The German player directs you from your usual perch atop the kitchen counter.
As much as she insists that she wants to help, you simply shake your head, giving her a firm no.
You just want her to rest her ankle.
The injury had been a devastating blow to your girl who had been so excited to start the season. Prior to the injury, her form had been brilliant and she’d just come off a solid win against Iceland.
Your girlfriend was just getting back the sparkle in her eyes every time she steps onto the pitch. It had been missing since Germany’s exit from the World Cup and now you feared it would be a while more before you saw it in its full beauty.
You hate how injury prone Sydney is, hate the way the world is so unkind to her. Her bad luck has it that she is always getting into a really good flow right before it is cut short. Fate is cruel sometimes.
There’s nothing you can do about that but you can make her dinner. It is the least you can do for the hazel eyed woman you are so in love with.
You’ve only finished simmering the pasta sauce and turned off the stove for a moment before Sydney is making grabby hands at you.
It’s tomato tonight because that is what the midfielder had been wanting.
You laugh at her gestures and scoop out a spoonful of sauce as she’d asked.
Carefully, you feed it to her but not before you make a show of blowing on it, to cool it down.
‘Good?’ You ask, taking a step back expectantly.
‘It’s really good.’ Your girl replies.
‘Yeah? Why do you sound so surprised?’ You tease.
‘I’m not! I-’ Sydney backtracks defensively, her eyes widening rapidly.
It’s adorable how easy it is to fluster her.
‘I’m just kidding sonnenschein.’ You admit and she scowls, crossing her arms and huffing, ‘I knew that.’
‘You sure?’ You mock and the taller woman deigns to reply you by dramatically rolling her eyes.
‘I’m sure. I am also sure that your tomato sauce isn’t as good as mine though.’
‘I know. Yours will always be better.’ You shrug easily, stepping back in between Syd’s legs and planting a gentle kiss onto her lips.
Your girlfriend chuckles and your heart lightens.
******
Eating dinner with the German player sitting next to you has your heart fluttering in all kinds of good ways.
You are never going to stop cherishing these moments with her.
Syd notices you staring at her and she blushes, mumbling, ‘Why are you looking at me like that?’
‘Because you are so incredibly beautiful and I love you.’
It is a simple, effortless confession but your girlfriend’s face lights up.
‘I love you too.’
She sets her plate down on the coffee table and smiles, ‘I fall more and more in love with you with each and every day that I spend with you.’
Sydney’s words give you the warmest of feelings inside and when she smoothly straddles you, despite the walking boot she has on, you know the feeling is mutual.
‘Syd…’ You groan, torn between wanting to make sure she is being cautious about her injury and wanting her to kiss you.
‘I’m being careful.’ She insists before leaning down to connect her lips to yours.
She tastes like tomato sauce and cheese but you don’t care because it’s Sydney.
Sydney who is the living definition of sunshine. Sydney who for reasons you can’t fathom is as in love with you as you are with her.
You have a lot of reasons to be thankful but your girlfriend is the biggest one.
******
It’s with kiss swollen lips and messy hair that you take yours and Syd’s dinner plates into the kitchen.
Your girlfriend trails behind you with her crutches, her lips and hair in a similar state.
There is no mistaking the satisfied smirk on her face though.
‘Here.’ You breathe, lifting her up onto the kitchen counter after depositing both your plates into the sink. Her crutches are propped next to her.
Sydney wiggles comically as she gets comfortable and you giggle.
You put her record player on and start on the dirty dishes.
‘Let me help please?’ The hazel eyed woman implores.
You’re going to refuse and assure her that you manage but remember how helpless the rehab has been making her feel despite her best attempts to hide it.
Ever selfless, you know that Syd would never do anything she deems might harm the team dynamic, even if it really wouldn’t.
You want to spoil her but know that that is not what she needs right now.
So as a compromise, you offer her a dish towel and ask, ‘You can dry if you like?’
The Bayern midfielder gratefully takes the towel from you. She knows you know and the soft look of adoration in her gorgeous hazel eyes makes you melt.
It’s quick work, made enjoyable by the music playing and Syd’s humming along.
******
Normally you brush your teeth together and your girl links her little finger with yours but now you support her with an arm gently wrapped around her waist.
Syd has taken her walking boot off for the night so she needs to be careful not to put any sort of weight on her injured ankle.
Before she’d taken it off though, she had affectionately touched the yellow smiley face sticker you had put on it.
She hopes you know how much you and all your little gestures mean to her.
Her injury is hurting her but you make it all bearable.
So she leans into you and soaks in your touch, giggling through the toothpaste foam in her mouth.
Your gaze meets hers and you know that you want this to last the rest of your life.
With the way Syd whispers about how much she loves you as she settles down to sleep with her head on your chest, you know in your heart that she wants the same.
German Translation:
sonnenschein - sunshine
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Laura's Honigbiene | Laura Freigang x Baby!Reader
warnings: preemie baby and medical stuff
word count: 546
summary: laura calls you her honeybee
a/n: very much of a short one but we will see where this goes i guess, part of Laura's Honigbiene
You’re born so absolutely tiny that Laura can’t hold you.
She has to watch you lie in an incubator instead. The neonatal intensive care nurse puts a special eye mask on you, to protect your eyes and your Mama can’t stop looking at you.
The doctors tell her that the lights in the incubator will treat your jaundice and the incubator itself will help keep you warm.
They also tell her that it will be weeks before she can take you home because of how early you were born.
Premature is the term the doctors had used because you weren’t supposed to have been born for another two months.
Your Mama sits by your enclosed plastic bassinet and just listens to the beeping of the monitor measuring your vitals.
To Laura, the soft hum of the machines working kind of sounds like the buzzing of a bee. She takes comfort in it, knowing that it means you are going to be okay.
‘My Honigbiene.’ She murmurs fondly, associating the sound and insect with you after that.
She watches you grow in the incubator, watches you squirm around and begin to become more alert.
The overwhelming relief she’d had when your doctors told her that you were now big enough for her to hold you, your Mama doesn’t think she’s ever felt relief like that.
She cries when they put you on her chest, you’re still so small and you kind of wiggle around under her shirt until she puts her hand on your back.
Then you still and blink up at her slowly.
Laura simply cannot tear her gaze away from you, soaking in the feeling of finally being able to hold you. She can feel your breathing against her bare skin as precious little puffs of air.
There are still chest leads, your feeding tube and a pulse ox attached to you but your Mama doesn’t care. She’s holding you close and that’s all that matters.
‘I love you.’ She repeats, over and over again.
Kangaroo care seems to be your thing because you regularly fall asleep on your Mama. Something about the direct skin to skin contact soothes you and Laura falls in love with the way your tiny body feels on her chest.
Her body warmth helps to regulate your body temperature and she makes sure to spend as much time holding you as she can.
******
You are allowed to go home when the doctors are sure that you can bottle feed and breathe reliably on your own. Your body temperature has stabilised and you have gained weight in the time you’ve spent in the hospital’s intensive care nursery.
Bringing you home is a special moment for your Mama. She cradles you gently as she walks you through the front door.
‘Welcome home Honigbiene.’ She softly says.
Your Mama gives you a tour of your home, monologuing to you about anything and everything as she goes.
When she reaches your nursery, she gives you a little kiss on your forehead.
‘And this is your room. I think I’ll need to add some honeybee decorations to make it truly yours. What do you think?’
You make a little grunt, one of your many newborn noises and Laura smiles.
‘I’ll take that as a yes.’
German Translation:
Honigbiene - Honeybee
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It’s All My Love (You Got All My Love) | Felicitas Rauch
warnings: major fluff
word count: 2114
summary: felicitas has all your love
a/n: part two of Think I Forgot How To Be Happy, Something I’m Not (But Something I Can Be)
‘Felicitas!’ You manage to greet, before the German player has you wrapped in her arms.
She spins you around and you laugh. The door of her apartment is kicked shut, Felicitas far too occupied with you to close it properly.
‘I missed you.’ Feli mumbles as she sets you down gently.
‘I missed you too.’ You admit and Feli’s eyes light up.
Her hands grab onto yours and she leans down to share a kiss with you.
‘Felicitas.’ You breathe, eagerly chasing after her lips when she pulls away.
‘Feli please.’ You half beg and she obliges.
Two weeks away from her at national camp was far too long and now that she’s here, you can’t get enough of her.
‘I made you dinner.’ Felicitas tells you, in between kisses.
‘It’s gonna get cold.’ She tries.
Switching it up, you become a little firmer with your kisses. Feli groans and lets you.
‘What did you make?’
You keep kissing her and Feli struggles to answer.
‘Your favourite.’ She gasps eventually.
‘You’re too good to me.’ You confess and Felicitas shakes her head.
‘No…I promise you, you deserve to be happy. I’m just lucky that you’ve found it with me.’
‘Believe me, I’m the lucky one.’ You answer and Feli simply pulls you back into her arms.
******
Felicitas hands you one of her earbuds and you hand her Cinnamon’s leash.
‘Come here Cinny.’ Feli says and then grins as her poodle runs up to her.
Cinnamon stays still long enough for Feli to clip her leash on and then she’s jumping around, excitedly waiting for her walk.
You laugh and open the German player’s apartment door, making your way outside. Feli passes you her poodle’s leash so that she can lock her door.
It’s a little cold so you tuck your hands into the pockets of Feli’s hoodie.
Initially, Feli had lent it to you, with every intention of getting it back but now she’s learnt that she likes you in her clothes and you’ve learnt that you like wearing her clothes. Feli smells so good and her clothes smell just like her.
Cinnamon barks impatiently and Felicitas laughs.
‘Okay okay I’m hurrying.’
Feli finishes locking her apartment door, hits the play button on her music and then takes your hand in hers.
You grin at her choice of music and Felicitas simply shrugs, kissing your cheek lightly before letting you and Cinnamon lead the way.
******
Feli sighs happily as your fingers comb through her hair.
You massage her scalp lightly and Feli leans back, letting the back of her head rest against your legs.
Running your fingers through her hair again, you begin braiding it. Felicitas starts to doze off and you’re just finishing the braid when Jule and Lena come barging into the rec room.
Feli jumps at the loud noise, eyes flying open in panic.
You laugh, pulling her up, off the floor and beside you on the couch.
‘Go back to sleep Felicitas. It’s just Lena and Jule.’
The German player mumbles indistinctly, pushing her face into your shoulder.
Stroking her hair gently, you let her fall back asleep. It takes some skillful maneuvering on your part to get her laying down without waking her, with her head in your lap but you succeed.
You keep up your ministrations, even as more of your teammates file into the room.
Felicitas sleeps soundly through several rounds of card games and the resulting disagreements. Nothing is too trivial for professional athletes to be competitive about.
Lena, Jill and Lynn seem to subscribe to the above sentiment, their playful argument growing in volume.
Still, Feli continues to sleep. Her chest is rising and falling with even breaths when Sveindís sits down beside you.
The young Icelandic player glances at Feli for a moment before saying, ‘I’ve never seen your girlfriend with a braid before.’
You softly answer, ‘She’s not my girlfriend.’
‘And you’ve never seen her in a braid before because she doesn’t know how to braid her own hair.’ You add lightheartedly.
‘Oh. It’s just that you both seem so close.’
‘You mean you’ve seen us kiss.’
Sveindís flushes with embarrassment, ducking her head and looking away.
You chuckle, understanding her confusion, ‘It’s okay. We aren’t officially dating but I know what I mean to her and she knows what she means to me. I think that’s enough right now.’
******
‘Dinner at my place tomorrow?’ Feli asks, smiling when you agree.
It wasn’t like she expected you to say otherwise. It is routine now, for you to come straight from the airport, to her apartment after international breaks.
‘I miss you Felicitas. See you soon.’
‘Miss you more. Have a safe flight.’ Feli tenderly says before blowing you a kiss and ending the video call.
Kathy snorts. Her roommate had been calling you every night of the international break and she thinks that she’s never seen Feli so soft. Not even with Cinnamon who Feli had once swore was the love of her life.
‘When are you going to actually ask her to be your girlfriend?’ She asks.
‘She knows that I’m hers and I know that she’s mine. Isn’t that enough?’
‘Feli…’
Felicitas sighs and then admits, ‘I don't want to push her. She’s still healing and I’m willing to wait until she’s ready. For now, I don’t need a label on what we are.’
******
‘Hey you.’ Felicitas drops a kiss onto the top of your head.
‘Hi.’ You grin.
Feli lightly tugs on the Germany hoodie you are wearing.
‘You look good in my clothes babe.’
Your heart flutters but you don’t know if it’s because of the way she’s looking at you or the pet name.
Your cheeks turn red and Feli hums, ‘Can you paint my nails for me please?’
‘Of course.’
Felicitas hands you her box of nail polish bottles and you ask, ‘What colour are you wanting?’
Feli hums again, ‘It’s up to you.’
That’s how you end up sprawled on Feli’s bed, Cinnamon beside you as you blow on her freshly painted nails, to dry them more quickly.
‘They’re pretty. Really subtle.’ Feli laughs, looking at the rainbow nails you had painted for her.
Each of her nails are a different colour and you had left kisses on the tips of her fingers in between your painting.
Giggling, you admit, ‘I couldn’t help myself.’
The German player chuckles, admiring her nails before glancing at you.
‘Do you think they’re dry yet?’
‘I think so.’
Touching her nails lightly, you give her a smile when you realise that they are in fact, dry.
‘Good. Because I really want to kiss you now.’
‘Okay.’ You whisper and Felicitas takes this as the go ahead to slide her fingers into your hair as she brings her lips down to meet yours.
******
Wolfsburg wins the league.
And Feli chases you around the confetti strewn pitch with a bottle of champagne.
‘Feli.’ You breathe, when she finally catches you, drenching you in alcohol as she tumbles down on top of you. You’re flat on your back, Felicitas trapping you beneath her.
She supports herself with one hand, making sure she doesn’t put too much of her body weight on you.
The empty bottle of champagne is left forgotten and Feli’s breathing is a little heavy but she carefully pushes sweaty strands of your hair out of your face with her free hand.
‘Felicitas.’ You murmur and she nods, understanding the intensity of the emotions in your eyes.
She can hear your breathing catch and knows that your heart is pounding in your chest.
‘Not here. I promise you that we’ll have time later.’
******
Later as it turns out, is back in your apartment, one of the few times that Feli’s ever been there.
She doesn’t care about that now though, too busy slipping her hands under your shirt.
‘If anything gets to be too much, you tell me okay? I’ll stop.’
Feli’s fingers reach the band of your bra and you shake your head.
‘I need you to verbalise this for me liebling.’
Felicitas emphasises her words by keeping her previously wandering hands still. The feel of her warm hands on your bare skin is driving you crazy.
‘Don’t stop. Feli don’t stop.’
The desperation in your voice is clear but Feli waits for you to say what she’s been waiting for.
‘I swear I’ll tell you if I need you to stop.’ You promise and Felicitas decides that’s good enough for her.
Your shirt ends up on the floor, next to hers and you never have to ask her to stop.
******
You wake up in an empty bed but one with warm sheets so you know that Feli hasn’t left you alone for long.
Anxiously, you pad out into the rest of your apartment, looking for the German.
You find her in the kitchen.
‘I didn't think you’d be up yet.’ She sheepishly murmurs when she sees you.
‘You’re here.’ You whisper, rubbing your eyes to make sure you’re not seeing things.
‘Of course I am. I would never leave you.’ Feli assures you.
Walking up to her, you wrap your arms around her waist and rest your head against her chest.
Felicitas brushes a kiss onto your hairline in response.
‘I meant to make you a coffee.’
You pull back just enough to look her in the eye.
There’s nothing but warmth and affection in her gaze but you still say, ‘Don’t do that again.’
‘I’m sorry.’ Feli blinks, meaning to take a step back but you refuse to let her, tightening your arms around her waist.
‘I want to wake up with you beside me next time.’
‘Next time?’ She asks, in a mixture of joy and confusion.
‘Always Feli. You’re great in bed but I think you’ll make a brilliant pillow and big spoon too.’
The German player blushes and you laugh before ceasing your teasing.
The next few words you say are quiet and shy.
‘Felicitas I’d like to be your girlfriend. If you’ll have me? I'm ready now.’
Feli kisses you with all the emotion she has in answer.
‘I'd love that.’ She breathes before kissing you once more.
******
Feli teaches you to surf.
Unlike her, you’re not a natural at it but eventually you do manage to catch a wave.
Watching Feli cheer you on, with the sun and complete joy on her face, you know that you’ve fallen for her.
As you sit on the beach with her after, watching the sun set, you lean into her arms.
‘Thank you.’ You whisper.
‘For what?’ She asks, amusement clear in her eyes.
‘Everything.’
Felicitas’ only answer is to pull you even closer and place a kiss onto the top of your head.
******
‘She loves you.’ Feli softly tells you as she watches you play with Cinnamon, on the floor of her living room. The brown poodle licks your hand, as if trying to tell you that she agrees with her owner.
You look up and smile at her.
Feli smiles back and then says a sentence that changes your world.
‘I love you too.’
‘Felicitas.’ You breathe and she takes your hands in hers.
‘You don’t have to say it back yet, or ever. It's okay. I love how we are and I'm perfectly alright if it stays this way.’
‘Felicitas, I'm in love with you.’
‘You a-are?’ She stammers.
‘I am. I love you Feli.’
‘T-That’s so good.’ Felicitas chokes out and she’s just so emotional that you laugh, hugging her tightly.
Feli wraps her arms around you in response, burying her head in your shoulder.
‘Feli are you crying?’ You ask, as you feel your shirt beginning to get wet.
‘No…maybe…they’re happy tears.’
‘Okay.’ You giggle, rubbing her back lightly.
Cinny is pawing at you and you tell the small dog, ‘I think I broke your mom.’
Felicitas laughs, her voice muffled when she says, ‘Did not.’
‘Whatever you say Feli, whatever you say.’
Feli takes a few more moments to herself before she looks back up.
Her eyes are a little red and you carefully brush away the remnants of tears on her cheeks.
‘I love you Feli, I’m sorry that I made you cry.’
Your girlfriend shakes her head, a smile on her face as she answers, ‘Don’t be sorry. Like I said, they’re happy tears.’
Gently, she places a kiss on your forehead, your nose, both of your cheeks and then on the corner of your mouth.
‘I love you.’ She says seriously before finally giving you a proper kiss, one with an intensity that lets you know that she means it and that she is your forever.
German Translation:
liebling - love
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You Are In Love (True Love) | Felicitas Rauch
warnings: none :)
word count: 2076
summary: you’re in love with feli and feli is in love with you, part two can be found here
a/n: in honor of 1989 (taylor’s version) being announced 10 days ago, i meant to write a short something but it ended up way longer than i thought it would so my bad for that lol
Morning, her place
Feli’s arm is slung around your waist, the familiar weight a source of great comfort to you.
You can feel her even breaths as puffs against your cheek.
Your girlfriend mumbles something indistinctly and she presses a kiss against the side of your forehead.
A smile grows on your face and you gently scratch her scalp.
There’s only a little bit of sunshine coming in through the crack in the blinds.
The early morning air is cool but it’s warm under the covers.
Warm enough that you never want to leave.
You have your person with you and that is always going to be more than enough for you.
Burnt toast, Sunday
Sunday is game day.
Felicitas always makes breakfast on game days. On every day really because when she doesn’t, you end up with something inedible.
Really, you should leave it to her from now on but you honestly thought you would be able to manage toast at least.
You’re staring at your burnt toast in disbelief when your girlfriend enters your kitchen,
She catches sight of your failed breakfast immediately.
The German player covers her mouth, trying to stifle her giggles but she’s more than unable to do so, holding onto her stomach as she laughs out loud.
‘Feli…’ You plead, cheeks getting redder by the second but she can’t.
‘I’m so sorry.’ She pants.
Breathlessly, she gives you a little kiss, seeking forgiveness.
‘I’m sorry.’ She mumbles and you reluctantly smile.
‘Don’t be. It is funny.’
Your girlfriend giggles again, kissing you again but this time with a lot more enthusiasm.
Glancing back at your burnt toast, you let out a soft laugh.
‘I really thought I was going to get it this time.’
There’s a mixture of sadness and wistfulness in your tone but you brush it off with another self deprecating laugh.
Felicitas kisses you gently, ‘It’s okay liebling. Now why don’t I make us some proper toast? I’ll teach you and you’ll get it soon I promise.’
You keep her shirt
You sneak your girlfriend’s shirt into your suitcase.
Feli’s been affectionately complaining that you’ve been stealing one too many of her shirts.
So reluctantly, you’d returned them all and she had thanked you with a long kiss.
But you can’t leave for the international break without at least one of her shirts.
Even if you’re not going to be wearing it, you want to sleep with it. You want to sleep with your girlfriend’s unique and comforting scent, especially when you are countries apart and she’s not there to hold you.
Your England roommate, Georgia, takes a photo of you sleeping, with your face buried into Felicitas’ shirt.
While she doesn’t have Feli’s number, her Bayern teammate, Sydney does.
Sydney forwards it to Feli immediately, teasing your girlfriend about what she could possibly have done to make you that smitten with her.
Felicitas herself doesn’t know the answer but she lets you keep all the shirts you want after that.
She keeps her word
The age gap was something that bothered Feli initially. The older German woman had been so hesitant to start a relationship with you, wondering if she was too old for you and if it would be better for you to date someone closer to your own age.
It had been her friend Sara who had knocked sense into her.
Quite literally, she had flicked Feli on her forehead and firmly told her that a six year age difference is not the end of the world.
Sara had made Felicitas see how lucky she is, to have the chance to love someone and the chance for that same someone to return that love.
Your girlfriend’s close friend had quietly asked her if she was willing to let you go, in spite of how deep her feelings ran for you just because she was afraid of what others would think.
And Felicitas had decided that she wasn’t willing to do that.
So she had shyly asked you to be her girlfriend and neither of you have looked back since.
Now Feli had agreed to a night out with the rest of the team but you couldn’t go due to your backlog of university work.
It isn’t easy to be in university while being a professional footballer.
You struggle a lot with math and you are so thankful for your girlfriend who unlike you finds it easy.
She loves math and even has a Master’s degree in a related field.
Felicitas had suggested she stay and help you out but you had insisted she go with the rest of the team and have a fun night out.
Your girlfriend had come up with another round of protests before leaving, feeling guilty about leaving you behind but you had waved her off.
You made her swear to enjoy herself without worrying about you.
Eventually Feli had relented, kissing your temple gently and promising to be back by eleven so that she can help you with your work.
After your girlfriend leaves, you work through several of your assignments productively until when you reach a particularly hard question which you procrastinate by deciding to give yourself a little break.
You scroll through Instagram, inadvertently coming across the various stories your teammates have posted, of the good time they are having.
You see Felicitas on Lena’s story, see the way she’s smiling and begin to doubt that she will be back at the time she promised you she would be.
Therefore it comes as a complete surprise to you when you hear her key turning in the lock, fifteen minutes before eleven.
‘Hey liebling.’ She greets, planting a kiss onto the top of your head.
‘Hi.’ You mumble, trying to keep your shock hidden.
‘Do you still need my help?’
‘Yeah.’ You nod blankly.
‘Okay. Let me just take a quick shower and then I’ll be right with you okay?’
‘Okay.’ You answer, still in a daze.
Felicitas kisses your cheek and then disappears into her bedroom.
You refocus back on your work this time with a bright smile on your face.
And for once, you let go of your fears and your ghosts
Felicitas pulls you closer to her, burying her nose into your hair.
She breathes in deeply and then reaches for your hand so that she can intertwine her fingers with yours.
‘What’s on your mind?’ You whisper, kissing the back of her hand.
Your girlfriend stays silent for a moment and then softly asks, ‘Move in with me.’
‘What?’ You breathe.
Felicitas sits up and you follow suit.
Your girlfriend gently rubs her thumb over the inside of your wrist.
‘You spend almost all of your time here. We spend every night together. Practically all your things are here, from your football boots to your books. I love you and I know you love me.’
‘Are you sure? Because I know you hesitated to date me. Feli I’m not sure I can take it if you decide to back out after I move in.’
Your heart is pounding in your chest but Felicitas simply places a delicate kiss onto your pulse point.
‘I’m sorry I ever made you doubt my commitment to our relationship. Believe me, I regret my hesitation every day but I promise you that I love you. My heart is yours and yours alone.’
‘I love you too Felicitas.’ You quietly say.
It’s not the answer your girlfriend is expecting so she takes it as rejection, her shoulders slumping with disappointment.
‘But you’re not ready are you? That’s okay…I can wait till you are and in the meantime, I’ll do everything I can to show you that I’m not going to leave you-’
You cut her off, pulling Feli into a passionate kiss.
‘I’d love to move in with you.’
Letting go of all your past anxieties, you repeat yourself, ‘I’d love to move in with you.’
‘Really?’
‘Really.’
One step, not much but it said enough
‘Here you go.’ Felicitas says, a bright and clear joy shining from her eyes.
She hands you the spare key to her apartment and you close your hand around it eagerly.
Your girlfriend laughs happily and kisses you excitedly.
You’re just as happy to reciprocate the gesture.
You kiss on sidewalks
‘Liebling?’
‘What?’ You ask, wondering why your girlfriend has suddenly stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.
‘You have a little something here.’
Felicitas points to the corner of your mouth and you hand her the ice cream you have been eating so that you can wipe your mouth.
‘Better?’ You ask and Feli smirks, now holding two ice creams.
‘No.’ She states unhelpfully before licking your ice cream and you roll your eyes at her.
Your girlfriend shrugs, taking a tiny step forward so that she’s right in front of you.
‘Feli?’
‘Oops.’ She whispers, pressing her lips onto yours.
She tastes like her coffee flavoured ice cream and after she pulls away, you blush.
Felicitas grins and passes you your ice cream back.
‘There wasn’t anything on my face was there?’
Your girlfriend simply shrugs again and you laugh, reaching out to hold her hand.
You fight and you talk
The thing about moving into Feli’s apartment is that when you both get into an argument, there’s nowhere for either of you to go.
Especially this late at night.
So you leave your girlfriend in the bedroom and make up your mind to sleep on the couch.
She doesn’t follow you out and you refuse to go back into the bedroom.
Felicitas has always been an early riser but you’re surprised to find her sitting beside you when you wake up.
‘I’m sorry.’ She whispers.
You sit up, rubbing your eyes before looking at her.
‘I’m sorry too. I get where you’re coming from because we have had such packed schedules lately.’ You apologise.
‘I should never have said you didn’t want to spend time with me. I know you do. Spending time with your family is important and I’m glad that the short break we have coming up gives you the chance to do that.’ Your girlfriend explains.
‘You’re right, I love spending time with you and I love spending time with my family.’
‘I know. It wasn’t fair to make you choose. I’ll go with Sara and the girls. They’re planning a weekend trip and I’m sure they won’t mind me tagging along.’
‘Or you could come to England with me? That way you get to spend time with me while we visit my family.’ You quietly ask.
Your girlfriend blinks.
‘I’d love that.’
One night she wakes, strange look on her face
It’s a kind of an off feeling that you have, like something isn’t right.
It is the reason you wake up, in the early hours of the morning.
‘Felicitas?’ You whisper, sitting up immediately when you see that not only is she not sound asleep beside you but sitting at the bay window across the room and gazing out.
She turns to look at you, her expression a mixture of contentment and something else that you can’t quite put your finger on.
‘What are you doing up liebling?’
‘The bed’s too empty without you.’ You admit and your girlfriend softens, crossing the room quickly to press a kiss against your cheek.
‘Why are you up?’
Feli shrugs lightly, ‘I came to a realisation.’
‘Yeah?’ You prompt, leaning into her when she sits beside you.
Pauses, then says, you’re my best friend
Your girlfriend smiles gently before confessing, ‘You’re my best friend.’
She says it like it’s the easiest thing in the world and it makes your heart fill with more love than you ever thought possible.
For Felicitas though, it isn’t.
‘Not in the way Pauline is. You’re a different kind of best friend. It’s like you make every room you walk into brighter. Your laugh is my favourite sound and I just want to spend the rest of my life hearing it.’
‘Feli…’ You breathe.
‘You’re my best friend too. I love you.’
Your girlfriend gasps quietly, eagerly pulling you by your shirt towards her so that she can kiss you.
And you knew what it was, she is in love
Being in love is different than simply loving someone. You learn that difference because of Felicitas.
In the way she kisses you, you know she feels it too. She is in love with you.
German Translation:
liebling - love
#feli rauch#felicitas rauch#feli rauch x reader#felicitas rauch x reader#woso x reader#woso imagine#woso imagines#dfb frauen x reader#dfb frauen imagine#gerwnt x reader#gerwnt imagine#katelynnwrites#uswnt imagine#uswnt x reader#woso
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