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There Ain't No Love (Like Our Love) | Sydney Lohmann
warnings: some angst
word count: 1890
summary: syd suddenly gets insecure and worried about the age difference in your relationship with her
a/n: requested :)
Humming quietly, you push your face further into the crook of your girlfriend’s neck.
She smells heavenly and she must feel you moving around because her arms tighten around your waist.
‘Too early.’ Sydney grumbles.
You chuckle and press a good morning kiss onto her skin.
‘Love you sonnenschein.’
‘I love you more.’ She whispers.
Laughing softly, you cup her face with your hand.
Tenderly, you stroke your thumb across her cheekbone. It’s an act of immeasurable adoration, one that has your girlfriend’s heart skipping a beat.
‘Not possible.’ You murmur.
‘Believe me it is. I love you. I love you.’ She declares, as she sits up to kiss you properly.
Her lips move against yours with purpose, as she pours every ounce of her affection for you into it.
You sigh happily and the midfielder leans over you, pushing her advantage as she swings her leg over your body to straddle you.
With the way she’s kissing you, you know you are not getting out of bed anytime soon.
******
You’re right.
Both you and Syd rush into the locker room, just a fraction of a minute on time.
As you sit down in your cubby and begin to hurriedly put your boots on, Klara teases, ‘Had a late night?’
‘No. Not that it’s any of your business.’ You huff.
‘Okay kleine.’ The forward sings.
‘Not a baby.’
You know she’s riling you up and yet, can’t help but retort.
Klara laughs, ‘How old are you again?’
‘One week away from turning nineteen.’
‘Exactly! A child! The fans call you Baby Bayern for a reason.’
She flounces out of the room with a look of delight and you roll your eyes, shoving your shin pads into your socks.
‘Very mature.’ Giulia mocks.
You jump, having not noticed her earlier and groan, ‘Oh not you too.’
‘Relax…I meant her. For all of your eighteen years, you’re far more mature than we give you credit for. Certainly more responsible and sensible than Klara. Except when you let her get under your skin of course.’
Your teammate adds the last sentence cheekily and you smile.
‘Thanks Giuli.’
******
In training, you partner up with Syd as usual but when you give her a grin, she only responds with a small smile.
You don’t know what to make of it but try to assure yourself that she is simply tired.
It’s after the first drill, when she gets Georgia to switch with her that you know for certain that something is wrong.
Never once in your entire relationship or your previous friendship with her has she done that.
It throws you off and while you try your best to remain focused on practice, your passes do not connect and you miss easy shots on goal.
You’re an anxious mess by the time training ends and everyone can see it.
Everyone but your girlfriend apparently.
You spend a long time in the showers, trying to get rid of your thoughts under the hot water.
When you emerge, Sydney is gone.
The both of you had come together and with the blonde taking her car, you’re left without a ride.
You must look lost as you stand in the car park because Magda and Pernille take pity on you, offering to drop you off.
‘Syd’s place or yours?’ Magda asks gently and you hesitate before answering.
‘Mine please.’
Your voice is small but your words reflect how you are feeling. You don’t want to see Sydney right now.
You don’t say much for the duration of the car ride and when you reach your apartment, Pernille gets out of the car with you, to give you a tight hug.
One that you soak in and appreciate all the more because of how badly you need it.
‘Call if you need anything. Even if you just need someone to talk to.’
‘Especially if you need someone to talk to.’ Magda calls out.
‘Thank you.’ You softly say and give your teammates a little wave before you disappear inside the building.
******
Your apartment is cold and empty. It’s dusty too because you haven’t been here in weeks.
Not since you unofficially moved in with the midfielder.
Sydney had cleared two of her drawers and set aside half of her closet space for you, three months ago.
Your toiletries and hairbrush are in her bathroom, your makeup and perfume on her vanity table.
You live there now. Her apartment is your home too.
Maybe for not much longer though.
Because Sydney gives you stone cold silence. You check your phone repeatedly for the rest of the day but she doesn’t text or call.
When you curl up to sleep alone, you can’t help but cry.
How could a day that started so perfectly end in a completely opposite way?
******
Turning up to training the next day, you can feel everyone’s eyes on you and your blotchy cheeks.
Klara takes you aside immediately.
For all of her teasing, she cares deeply about you. Like an older sister, she can be very protective.
‘What’s wrong? Please don’t lie to me. I know something is wrong and if yesterday was anything to go by, it has to do with Sydney.’
She squeezes your hand and you feel the shaky dam you built overnight break.
Everything comes out in a rush, ‘She had Georgia switch with her during training. She left me here and didn’t say anything. Klara, is my relationship with her over? I-Is this her way of breaking up with me? I don’t know what to think.’
You sob and the forward pulls you into a tight hug.
‘I don’t know what’s going through her head but I don’t think she’s breaking up with you. She loves you. Everyone can see that.’
‘I know she loves me but I don’t feel it now.’
You muffle your crying in Klara’s shoulder and that is the reason why you don’t see Sydney until it’s too late.
‘I’m sorry.’ She breathes.
You flinch and she sucks in a deep breath, hurt flashing across her own eyes. You have never rejected her before but she guesses that in this current situation, she deserves it.
‘I am so sorry.’
The blonde looks like she has been crying herself, the entire night if the dark circles under her eyes are anything to go by.
You don’t know what to do. It’s one thing for you to be hurting and another for your girlfriend to be hurting too. No matter how much pain and confusion she puts you through, you will always care about her.
Sydney takes your lack of response as a refusal and she begs, ‘Please…I love you. Can we talk?’
The German woman’s face falls even further when you still don’t say anything. In fact, you squeeze Klara’s hand in yours even more tightly.
Your girlfriend sniffles but meaningfully says, ‘Okay. I understand that you need some time. Text me when you’re ready to talk. I’ll wait for you. I’m always going to wait for you.’
She turns back around to leave, quickly doing so to hide her falling tears but you quietly tell her, ‘Stay. We can talk.’
Letting go of your friend’s hand, you try to give her a reassuring smile.
Klara doesn’t buy it but respects your decision, kissing your cheek gently and leaving. She shuts the door behind her with a click, giving you and Syd privacy.
As soon as she does, Sydney is trying to explain herself, ‘I’m sorry I made you feel like I don’t love you. I do. I love you so much that every important person in my life has heard your name. Everyone I know will have to know you to understand me. That is how deep of an imprint you have left on me. I hope you will continue to do so forever.’
‘Oh.’ You breathe, not expecting the blonde to say anything of the sort.
‘I’m sorry.’ She says again.
‘I don’t understand. Why’d you have Georgia change with you? Why did you leave without me and not say anything? Syd, are you breaking up with me?’
‘No….I-I don’t want to break up with you. Not unless you want to break up with me.’
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
‘I mean that Klara is right. What she said about you…’
‘Me?’
Your confusion is growing with every word out of the midfielder’s mouth and you shake your head, ‘Sonnenschein, help me understand? I don’t want to break up with you.’
‘You are just about to turn nineteen. I’m twenty three.’
‘Sydney?’
‘Klara said you’re a baby and I know you are not but there is still a four year age difference between us.’
‘Does that bother you?
As hard as you try to keep it from happening, your voice still wobbles.
Your girlfriend squeezes her eyes shut for a moment before opening them with a quiet sigh.
‘No. But the fans judge. Our teammates might judge.’
‘Syd!’
There is no mistaking the anger that is rushing through you and the blonde winces.
‘Are you serious? You wait till we’re almost a year into our relationship to think about that? To want to back out?’
Sydney’s hazel eyes widen considerably, ‘No! I’m just worried that their words might affect you. That you might be hurt by whatever they have to say. I love you but I can love you from afar if it means it will be easier for you.’
You give her a shove, ‘Fuck you for being such an idiot sonnenschein.
‘What?’
‘I love you. I love you for being you but did it not cross your mind to talk to me? You spiraled and I could have pulled you out of it.’
‘I’m sorry.’ She mumbles.
‘I don’t care what anyone else says. You love me and I love you. Both our families support our relationship and none of our teammates have ever said anything less than positive. That’s all that matters to me. It’s enough for me, is it enough for you?’
‘You are enough for me.’ The German woman breathes.
‘Then let it go Syd. Don’t worry about all the outside noise and simply focus on us.’
Your girlfriend stares at you for a long moment before letting out a sob.
Tentatively, she asks, ‘Can I kiss you?’
Smiling through your tears, you tiptoe and kiss her gently in answer.
The blonde midfielder audibly sighs in relief.
‘Don’t know what I did to deserve you.’ She murmurs against your lips in between kissing you, one, two, three, four times.
‘I’m going to make it up to you. Won’t let my thoughts spin me around again and if they begin to, I swear I won’t shut you out. I’ll talk to you.’
‘Okay.’ You whisper and lean fully into her arms, as she presses one last kiss onto your forehead.
Her fingers delicately brush loose strands of hair out of your face and she cradles your face in her hands before she drops her hands in favour of hugging you.
‘I love you. Endlessly.’ Your girlfriend promises, holding you tightly against her.
‘I love you too and just to be clear, you’re not breaking up with me and I’m not breaking up with you?’
Sydney groans at your slight teasing.
‘No. Never.’
You laugh and slip your hand into hers, ‘Good.’
German Translations:
kleine - little one
sonnenschein - sunshine
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My muses
Laura Freigang x Sydney Lohmann x Reader
summary~ In which you fall for two German girls that are in a relationship with eachother. They’ve had their eye on you for a little while now and decide to make a move now you’re working with their national team.
Syd and Laura are bestfriends, everyone knew that. They roomed, sat and did basically everything together. They played for different clubs but that didn’t matter, they got to see eachother more than enough.
What most people didn’t know is that they are a little more than friends, girlfriends to be exact. They didn’t really try to keep it private but everyone just thought that they were good friends since they had always been like this.
When you moved from the Netherlands to Germany it felt like a big change, you were only twenty and, ofcourse you knew a few words and sentences but that was it. German sounds a bit like Dutch but it was still hard to understand all of the difficult business words, especially when they were talking so fast.
You’ve been a sports photographer for about three years now. It began with your love for women’s football. Watching your childhood club Ajax play week in week out, you wanted to capture it. After you realised your phone camera wouldn’t do the job anymore you bought a real professional camera, it had cost you a fortune and you had to work extra hours at the cafe you served at. But honestly, it was the best decision you’ve ever made. You tried to capture moments from your seat in the stands but that was hard when the bald men in the seats in front of you stood up at every exciting pass.
Eventually, you mustered up enough courage and mailed Ajax, asking them to get access to the field to photograph the players in action. A few days later you got a response back saying that they’d like that.
After capturing many more games you signed a contract with the club, not as a player but that didn’t matter.
That’s how you got here, signing a contract with the German women’s football team as media manager and photographer. You’ve photographed some of the players because some of the girls had played against Ajax. But this was all still very new to you, working in Germany and also managing the socials.
They also didn’t really bother to introduce you to the girls, you just had to start. Or well, that’s what you understood anyway.
The start of your new era began rather hectic. The German girls were going to Italy and Portugal for some friendlies. They would play against Iceland and England to prepare for the World Cup.
You were staying in the same hotel as the team and at dinner time you eventually met some of them. Sitting alone, Laura approached you.
“Hey, ich bin Laura, ich glaube, ich habe dich schon einmal gesehen.” (Hey, i’m Laura, i think i’ve seen you before.) she introduces herself. “Ich bin y/n, but uhh i don’t speak that much German. I’m the new media manager.” you say awkwardly. Why are you like this all of a sudden. “Oh sorry, i didn’t know but you’ve got an accent. Where are you from?” Laura asks you.
You tell her about your little journey, working for Ajax and photographing. Laura sits down at your empty table and you fall into a nice conversation. She apparently remembered you from a game she played against Ajax a few months ago.
Laura was telling you about her love for photography when a certain midfielder came crashing the conversation. “Laura, warum hast du mir diese Schönheit nicht vorgestellt?” (Laura why didn’t you introduce me to this beauty?) the girl said. Laura rolled her eyes at her, “Syd this is y/n, our new media manager and sports photographer, y/n this is Sydney my idiot girlfriend.” Laura explained.
You didn’t even know the girl but to say you were disappointed that she was taken was an understatement. You really clicked and thought that she was even flirting a little bit with you but you were just imagining things apparently.
Syd sat down on the chair on the other side of you and began to ask you things too. But she had other questions in mind. “So, do you have a girlfriend.. or boyfriend?” the midfielder asked you shamelessly. “Uh no, i don’t have a girlfriend at the moment.” you said with a red face trying to look anywhere but at the couple. The two German girls smirked to eachother and continued to pester you with questions.
The next day Laura and Sydney wanted to take you out for the day since they had the afternoon and evening off. Laura had promised you some beautiful views and good food so you couldn’t resist a night out with the two girls.
You dressed up and had done your makeup and hair. The two girls knocked on your door and when you opened it you saw both of the girls looking you up and down. Sydney licked her lips and greeted you, “Du siehst echt gut aus” (You look really good) and Laura did the same, “Du siehst so schön aus.” (You look very pretty).
They walked you to the black BMW they had rented and Sydney opened the car door for you. Laura sat in the drivers seat and Sydney in the passenger’s. Sydney connected her phone and r&b played on the background of your lighthearted conversation. At some point in the conversation they stopped talking English and switched to German.
“Sie sieht gut aus.” (She looks good) Laura said looking in her little mirror. Syd hummed, “Sie ist sehr schön. Glaubst du, sie mag uns?” (She’s very pretty. Do you think she likes us?). You were looking out of the window, listening to Frank Ocean when you heard Laura speak English again. “I think so, i guess we’ll have to find out.” and with that she parked the car and opened your door.
They took you to a very nice restaurant, the vibe was good and the food and company was even better. They kept flirting with you and now it wasn’t just Laura when she was alone with you, they both were and they both seemed to be okay with it too.
“What got you into sports photography?” Sydney asked you. “Well, i wanted to capture the moments and you know, the women.” you laughed, your face heating up. The couple laughed at your answer and Laura spoke again, “I get it, i’m surprised none of my teammates made a move on you yet, you’re a pretty girl.”. You were surprised but flattered by her words. “Oh thank you, the both of you look really good too.” you complimented them.
“Sie ist niedlich.” (She’s cute) Laura said to her girlfriend. The brunette gave her teammate a smile and looked at you again. “Yeah, you think so, liebling?” Sydney asked you, trying to get more out of you. “Yeah- well i mean you know, you’re both really attractive and sweet and stuff.” you rambled and they let you. Both of the girls giggled at your rambling, finding it quite cute how you got flustered so easily.
The night ended after some more teasing and a nice dessert. They walked you to your door and told you that they enjoyed their evening with you and how they’d love to do something like this again sometime. Sydney kissed you goodnight on your forehead while Laura kissed you on the corner of your lips. You wondered of she did that on purpose or if she did it by mistake.
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viviannemiedema 😍😍
stanwaygeorgia got that portugal glow
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l0hmannbayernn wait but syd and laura were at that same restaurant too
↳ germany_w0men they’re probably friends i think since y/n works for the national team
You traveled to Italy with the team and arrived in the evening. When you stepped out of the travel bus Sydney approached you. “We’re going to the beach with the team, do you want to join us?” she asked you calmly. You accepted her offer and walked to the beach together.
Syd told you about the time she went to Rome with Laura and how they got lost and nobody understood them because of their German accent. It was so funny that your stomach hurt from all the laughing. “Syd! Stop, my stomach!” you giggled. “Okay, okay i’ll stop.” Sydney hugged you from behind, her hands on your stomach. “Better now?” she asked you, you could feel her little smirk. “Yeah, all better.” you hummed leaning into her.
Sydney took your hand in hers and with your fingers intertwined you arrived at the beach. Apparently there were boats for rent and you couldn’t resist, floating on the water at sunset, that’s a dream. Laura saw the two of you get on the boat and joined, not wanting to miss out on more quality time.
The three of you sat at the front of the boat, looking at the sun disappearing into the sea. “I’ve had my eye on you for a little while now.” Laura suddenly says. You’re a bit shocked and your first reaction is to look in the direction of her girlfriend who laughs at your motion. “We’ve had our eye on you.” Syd corrects her girlfriend. Now you’re even more lost.
Not knowing where to look you look into the distance. “What do you mean?” you ask just above a whisper. “We both like you, romantically.” Laura says for the both of them. You look up and Laura is staring at you expecting some kind of reaction. You look at Syd and she nods assuringly.
Laura took your face into her hands and leaned in for a kiss. Your lips met hers. You’ve wanted this for longer than you’d like to admit. Your kiss with Laura was hungry but sweet. When you disconnected your lips Sydney saw that as her chance. The kiss with the midfielder was a little more rough and longer.
Laura saw the state of you and couldn’t help but smirk at your swollen lips and messy hair. “I’ll take that as a ‘i like you too’.” Sydney said giggling and pulling a strand of hair behind your ear. Your cheeks reddened and you nodded furiously. The girlfriends laughed at that and Laura kissed you on your red cheek.
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The next few days you photographed the girls at training, made content, went on little outings with the team and you even got to steal a few kisses here and there. Sydney and Laura were absolutely wonderful and amazing models, both of them are pretty, beautiful, sexy, everything honestly. You liked taking pictures of them, especially when they weren’t looking or after a game they’d won. But all three of you knew that after this camp you’d probably see eachother again at the preparations for the World Cup and that was weeks away.
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y/n_y/l/n i got the best models out there
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You were going from club to club in the break since you still needed to get some work done. Syd and Laura texted and called you a few times and they had a few dates planned between the camps. It was nice, they were absolutely perfect. You loved them.
The time flew by and the team had to get ready for the World Cup. You knew how much this meant to all of the girls. For some it was their first and for others just another. There was so much pressure on them, their nation was a winning one and everyone knew it, you could feel it. Germany was in it to win.
The team ended on top of their group and won all the other games in the knockouts. Fighting for every goal they got into the final. The final against England, the nation they lost the Euros title to. They wanted payback.
When you arrived at the stadium it felt like a dream. The atmosphere in the stadium was magic, nothing like you’ve ever seen before. Fans from all over the world eager to watch the rematch of the Euros final. As the match continued, it became clear that it would be a battle till the very end.
With the score tied at 1-1, it got hard to watch the game. The seconds were flying by, and both teams were pushing themselves to their absolute limit. Lohmann, your midfield maestro, got past Keira Walsh and Georgia Stanway. Spotting an opening, she passed a perfectly calculated ball to Freigang, your quick forward.
Laura, known for her fast pace and clinical finishing, sprinted towards the goal. Millie Bright tried to tackle Freigang but just couldn’t get to her. With adrenaline running through her, she released her shot in the top bins. The stadium erupted as Germany took the lead in the dying minutes of the game.
Sydney flew into Laura’s arms, but Laura was searching for you. She knew you were there, capturing every moment through your lens. With one of her cocky smirks, she made her way towards you, with the high of scoring such and important goal she leaned in, planting a kiss on the camera lens. Her eyes meeting yours as she playfully winks at the camera.
The game didn’t last much longer. The extra time was over and the German girls ran towards eachother while the English girls sunk to the ground.
Your two footballers hugged eachother and you captured the moment. Nothing could top this moment you thought, atleast not for now.
The girls came running towards you and included you in their hug. “Saw what i did there?” Laura whispered in your ear. You laughed, “Yeah, couldn’t really miss it eh?”. The goalscorer poked you in your side and Sydney laughed at the two of you.
Things went really fast from that moment on, Syd and Laura asked you to be their girlfriend and you said yes ofcourse. You signed a contract with Bayern for when you weren’t working for the National team. That made it possible for you to see Syd almost everyday. As promised you had a date night atleast once a week with your girlfriends and Laura announced her signing. Both of your girlfriends were playing for Bayern and you couldn’t be happier.
It had all gone fast. You fell fast, you got close fast and you started dating fast. But in your eyes it felt like you’ve always known. You loved them and wouldn’t trade this for the world.
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laurafreigang finally learned some german
↳ y/n_y/l/n just for the both of you
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↳ laurafreigang awww you’re so sweet 😍
y/n_y/l/n you’ve charmed your way into my life
↳ laurafreigang it was the photographer rizz i think
↳ sydneylohmann no definitely the football rizz
sam_kerr_ freigang touring the world with her sidekicks
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A/N the ending is a bit abrupt so there’s a chance that i’ll make a second part?? Thanks to @totaly-obsessed i think i’ve done pretty well with the german nicknames and sentences.
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hiii!!! could you write something for Sydney lohmann please :)
friendly - sydney lohmann
sydney lohmann x reader
description: in which your teammates insist your best friend is in love with you and you deny it consistently, she’s just being friendly..right?
warnings: german in bold italics, swearing, longish
a/n: its syd!! thank you so much for the request lovely, enjoy!! ❤️
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you and your best friend, sydney can’t remember a time where you weren’t together. it was an endless cycle of being inseparable throughout every point in your lives. even your families were entangled, becoming close when you and sydney were both in the german youth teams.
the two of you gravitated towards each other and just stuck, a magnetic force keeping you both together throughout the years, following each other everywhere.
it was always you and sydney and everyone knew it. there was a certain sense of simplicity and familiarity when people saw you and sydney goofing off together.
it was not only a sense of comfort for you and your best friend but everyone around you as well. the two of you being so happy around each other radiated in waves to your teammates and was considered a necessity for everyone.
you and sydney knew anything and everything about one another, knowing more about the other person more than you knew yourselves. that’s why it was so shocking that the two of you didn’t notice the mutual attraction for each other.
it was obvious to anyone with a pulse that you were in love, it’s been like that ever since you were both 15, hopelessly in love and hopelessly clueless.
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it was bad enough at bayern when everyone had to watch you pine over each other but it was even worse during national team camps. you two were insufferable and your teammates have been dealing with it for years.
when you both arrived to camp together, there were numerous hopeful and expectant looks when you come in with sydney, walking in with her arm around your shoulder, only to falter when they realised you weren’t together yet.
sydney has always been affectionate with you but you just thought it was friendly, she was affectionate with everyone so there was no point getting your hopes up for it.
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you were currently in your cubby lacing up your boots, the first training session of camp was about to begin.
“bärchen! (little bear)” sydney calls out from her cubby where she’s laughing along with laura. she waves you over with a bright smile and you smile up at her before walking the short distance over to where the two girls were.
as soon as you were in front of them, sydney wordlessly passed you a protein shake and your water bottle filled with cold water.
“aw, syd! thank you” you stare down at the drinks with a smile, it was your usual pre-training necessities and she got it ready for you without a second thought.
you gave her a quick kiss on the top of her head while she sits in her cubby and she giggles at your contact. when you separate from her, she winks at you quickly before looking at a grimacing laura.
“why don’t you do that for me? the favouritism is crazy” she scoffs, you giggle at laura and sydney immediately defends herself,
“bärchen (little bear) was busy so i did it for her, you’re lazy and you can do it yourself, simple” she shrugs, laura lets out a laugh, “mhm lacing up some boots really is time constricting” laura smirks, your cheeks go slightly pink when laura bumps her hip with yours.
you smile nervously, thanking sydney again before going back to your own cubby. sydney watches you yearningly as you walk away, laura (sydney’s number one instigator) snickers when they make eye contact again, getting a hard punch to the arm from sydney in response when the teasing starts.
“you need to make a move” laura grins at the blonde, sydney shakes her head, “she doesn’t want that” sydney glances at you quickly before her gaze settles on laura again.
“i think she wants nothing more” laura shrugs, clapping her friend on the shoulder, “it’s mutual, i’ve been telling you that for years” laura grins,
sydney exhales loudly, throwing her head back with her eyes closed in frustration. she refuses to believe it, she loved you and you didn’t, and she was okay with that. she would do anything for you, even if it meant being in love from a distance.
when you make it back to your cubby, lena (your number one instigator) looks at you with a muffled laugh and you glare at her warningly, “don’t, she’s just being nice” you say lowly, only for lena to hold her hands up in defence “i didn’t say anything” she laughs, you shake your head with a sigh and look down, “you didn’t have to” you mumble.
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you and sydney pair up for drills as usual, giggling and whispering with each other about little inside jokes and other random topics.
the team gets instructed to do a mini game and you and sydney unfortunately get separated into different teams.
though, you both play in midfield so you really would be together most of the time regardless.
sydney would make an effort to hold you by your hips as she marked you, she just can’t help it. her hands made you burn from the contact but it was luckily disguised by the intensity of the game.
lena goes down for a slight tweak in her ankle and the medics asses her as you all stand around and wait. you huff out in frustration and fan yourself, feeling warmer than usual, partly from a certain blonde.
sydney stands next to you and nudges you with her shoulder, looking at you with a smile. “all good?” she whispers, you nod and look back at her, “just a little warm” you smile, sydney nods along with your words and rushes off to get your water bottle, coming back and placing it up to your mouth to drink before you take over to hold it.
you look at her appreciatively and she squeezes your shoulder in response, moving to stand behind you which made you extremely nervous.
she gently blows on the back of your neck while she fans you with her hands but it only made you more warm. lena gets up and you separate, running to put your bottle back and getting a little laugh from lena when you run passed, you flip her off before running back to your position.
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you all have dinner at the hotel you’re staying at and you of course sit right beside sydney, being dragged by the girl without a second option. you both ate and conversed with the others, happy to be catching up with some of the girls you haven’t seen in a while.
every time you laughed, sydney would look at you with an affectionate smile, looking away before you could catch her.
everyone else caught it though, sending her teasing grins that she chose to ignore. sydney would move closer to you every couple of seconds, your thighs pressed up against each other as you ate and chatted.
sydney would occasionally take some food off your plate just to make you giggle, smiling when you would hold her back as her fork would try to stab something.
“you have your own!” you laugh, pushing her shoulder with your own, “you’re so mean to me, denying me of food! people die of starvation, you know?” she giggles when you roll your eyes, stabbing some of the food with your fork and holding it up to her mouth.
she smiles surprised with a slight twinge of pink in her cheeks, accepting the bite with a sheepish expression.
you both continue to chat with the others until you look up at sydney, noticing she’s not really engaging with the others, but she’s already looking at you, your breath caught in the back of your throat under her gaze, your proximity making your heart beat of your chest.
her eyes are lingering on your mouth for a second before her thumb brushes the corner of your mouth, casually bringing it up to her mouth to get rid of the remnants of food.
you freeze. there’s nothing else to say, you’re completely frozen. how could she do that so casually and expect you not to fall in love with her?
the silence around the table is deafening and sydney seems to realise what she’s just done. she looks at you with wide eyes, swallowing the lump in her throat.
“sorry, you had something there” she uses her pinky to point at the corner of her mouth, looking at you nervously for your reaction, her body feels like it’s on fire.
“okay,” you breathe out. you both look back around the table but everyone looks just as shocked as you are, you can feel sydney tense against your thigh and you don’t know how you did it but you started a conversation again for her sake, the table following suit.
your mind is hazy full of sydney, nothing else. sydney next to you is absolutely freaking out, unable to eat anymore, internally cursing herself for making her feelings so obvious.
you get up from the table after dinner and are immediately pulled away by feli and lena, “what the fuck was that?” lena whisper shouts in your ear, the two girls pulling you away from sydney. though you notice in your peripheral, sydney is under her own interrogation from laura.
“she’s just being friendly, oberdorf, i had something on my face” you grumble, feli laughs along with lena, “you’re so stupid, it’s cute” feli teases, pinching your cheek before you push her off.
“both of you, stop, she’s my best friend” you say shakily, the two girls look at you with sympathetic grins.
“so is laura” lena says simply, “she wouldn’t do that for laura” she adds, squeezing your shoulder before walking off with feli.
you’re left alone with your thoughts as you walk back to your hotel room, funnily enough, you guys got separate rooms this time, leaving you alone for the first time in a while. you’ve lived with sydney for a large portion of your life and haven’t really been separated like this.
all you could think about was sydney lohmann, the girl having an effect on you she couldn’t even imagine. unaware that you had her wrapped around your finger. so much so, at 11:30 that night, she knocks on your door nervously.
you open your door already knowing who was on the other side, a bundled up sydney grinning shyly at you from the other side.
“hi” she smiles, you grin at her and grab her hand, tugging her inside gently. when she gets inside, you don’t let go of her hand and it makes sydney smile.
“i can’t sleep alone” sydney utters, you nod and give her hand a gentle squeeze. “me too” you admit. in your shared house, the two of you have separate rooms but there was a sense of relief knowing the other was in a room just down the hall.
“come on then” you say gently, letting go of her hand to sit in your bed, tapping the side of you invitingly. sydney smiles softly, trudging over to you and flopping on the bed with a happy sigh.
you lie next to her perched up on her elbow to look at her, she follows in suit and copies your position.
sydney could tell your mind was racing and hers was too, but she cares about you more than anywhere so she ignores her own thoughts and focuses on you.
“are you okay, bärchen? (little bear)” sydney whispers, moving slightly closer to you. “mhm” you hum, your eyes trailing over sydney’s features.
she sits up slightly and cradles your face with her hand, the thumb brushing back and forth over the apple of your cheek. “(y/n)” she says sternly, contrasting her sweet actions. she knew you were bullshiting.
you breathe shakily and hold her hand on your face before moving to sit up, holding her hand instead. she follows you and sits up as well, watching as you move to sit in front of her with a nervous expression.
“hey” she calls out, dipping her head to make eye contact when you drop it, “it’s me, don’t be nervous” she says softly, taking your free hand so she could hold both of them now.
“sydney” you swallow, she nods, moving closer so your knees are brushing together, “i’m in with love you” your eyes are glossy and your breathing quickens. “i’m in love with you too” sydney says confidently without missing a beat, her own eyes glistening with tears.
you both look at each other, taking everything in. your long time best friend returned your feelings. you both giggle and sydney rushes forward to pull you into a hug. you move to sit in her lap with your arms around her neck, she tucks her face into the crook of your neck as she holds you tightly around your waist.
it’s such a sweet embrace, it makes you both feel sick. it just doesn’t feel real. you move back to look at her with a bright smile, moving the stray hairs on her face as you look into her eyes.
her eyes flicker between your eyes before falling to your lips and you grin at her, moving forward to press a quick kiss to her lips.
she instantly chases you to close the gap when you pull away, kissing you sweetly and pulling you close. you grin into her mouth and kiss her back, mouths moving together gently, better than both of you imagined.
she pulls away and you rest your forehead on hers, both of you smiling uncontrollably in the embrace.
“i’ve loved you ever since i met you” sydney whispers, you kiss her cheek affectionately and smile, “me too” sydney pulls you into another kiss that leaves you absolutely breathless, asking you to be her girlfriend a couple seconds later making you feel like you had a heart attack. both of you slept easily that night, holding each other feeling more like a dream than reality.
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sydney wakes up first for training, smiling brightly seeing you cuddling into her. you move to lay on top of her chest and snuggle into her and sydney can’t help but take a photo of you and setting it as her wallpaper. her heart soars when you wake up a few minutes later, smiling tiredly at her before burying your face into her neck.
“good morning, meine freundin (my girlfriend)” she says cheekily, smiling as she feels you grin into the skin of her neck. you move up to face her and smile,
“morning, meine freundin (my girlfriend)” you cheese out, moving down to place a quick kiss to her lips before she drags you out of bed, kissing you goodbye so she could change in her room.
she comes back 10 minutes later and as soon as you opened the door, she smiles brightly before pulling you into a passionate kiss. she squeezes your hips after she clumsily closes the door and pulls away with a satisfied smirk.
“i missed you” she smiles softly, you shake your head amusingly, “you just left” you laugh, “don’t care” she quips, kissing you again before you went to training.
when you both walk into the change room hand in hand, cheers are echoing in the room and sydney holds you hand up with a triumphant smile. both of you getting pulled into a group hug.
“finally” lena screams, pulling you into a tight hug while jumping around. sydney giggles at both of you before dragging you off to your cubby. and again, sydney went and made your protein shake and filled up your water, and you can finally kiss her thank you the way you wanted.
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you know the drill, just pretend it’s you! mwah x
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How Many People? (Sydney Lohmann x Reader)
I'm backkkkkk. My bad for not writing in like 2 weeks, but whatever. This was requested by an amazing anon. I hope you all enjoy it! My next fic is an Obi one so maybe I'll do that. I'm thinking of doing a part 2 to this in the near future. As always any feedback good or bad is welcomed! Have fun reading!
And shout out to @ares3460 @simp4panos @inlovewithwoso @wosofanstuff and the lovely 🧡 anon for helping me decide what kind of ending I should have
Word Count: 2.3K (Guys?!?!?!)
You watch fondly as Syndey runs around the paddock, taking pictures of everything she sees. While she had been to many races before, she just really loved Belgium for some reason. It could be that the track was nestled in the Ardennes forest or that the race was one of the most historic on the calendar. Whatever it was, Sydney was beyond excited to be there. She looked like a kid in a candy store the way her eyes darted around, taking everything in. You, on the other hand, were not that fazed by everything. Instead, you opt to stare at your girlfriend with heart eyes as you fall harder when you notice how happy she looks. Walking into the Williams garage, Sydney immediately seeks out Lily (our favourite WAG). They had become close friends as they watched you and Alex race around the track.
The weekend forecast was less than ideal. Everyone is predicting heavy rainfall on both Saturday and Sunday. Even on Friday, the dark clouds sat overhead, putting everyone on edge. Everyone knew the dangers of racing around Spa in the wet. Lando had a massive crash in 2021 and tragically, Dilano Van’t Hoff passed away at Spa, also in the wet. When you heard about Dilano your heart broke. You had raced against each other back in your karting days and become good friends. He was destined to reach Formula 1, both of you had dreamed of driving alongside each other in the pinnacle of motorsport. Now, due to the FIA’s carelessness, your friend who deserved to be where you are today was gone. Racing at Spa in the wet scared you. Not that you would admit it to anyone, although Syndey had kind of figured it out. That’s when you know something is wrong, when a driver who is usually crazy and ready to do anything, fears for their life doing something they love.
As you’re in your driver's room with your head in Syndey’s lap, her nails running softly through your hair, you can’t help but let your mind wander towards the conditions of the track. Your girlfriend notices the furrow of your eyebrows, indicating you’re in deep thought.
“So you gonna tell me?” She asks gently.
“Hm?” You hum quietly back. She rolls her eyes good-naturedly.
“You gonna tell me what you’re thinking about?” Sydney says trying to coax an answer out of you.
“Oh, nothing. Just thinking about the rain and stuff,” you speak softly as the rain patters against the window. Once the words leave your mouth Syndey knows what you’re thinking about.
“You don’t want to race do you?” She says.
“No, I mean, I don’t know. Of course I want to race, I love this track and I always want to race, but…” You trail off. Syndey stops her hand midway through your hair and raises her eyebrows in question. “But, it’s just, how many people have to die before they realize that it’s not safe in the wet?” You sigh out as tears threaten to fall out. The midfielder looks at you sympathetically before continuing her previous motion in an attempt to soothe you.
“If it’s really bad then tell them it’s not safe,” she shrugs.
“It’s not that simple, Syd. I can’t just go to the FIA and be like, ‘It’s raining too much, I’m terrified to put my foot on the accelerator, I think we should just cancel the entire weekend.’ I can’t do that.” She nods in understanding, opening her mouth to speak but is cut off when a loud knock brings the two of you out of your little world.
“Mate, let’s go! Quali is in like 20 minutes and the engineers want to go over some data,” a voice says loudly from the other side of the door. Both of you sigh as you stand up. Slipping your arms into your overalls, Sydney stands up and places her hands on either side of your waist. You freeze your movements and look at her. She places a feather-light kiss on your lips, then on your cheek, then on your forehead.
“Please, please be safe, liebe,” she mutters against your forehead. Trying your best to give her a reassuring smile you whisper against her neck,
“I will. I promise.”
Lily and Syndey cling to each other as the qualifying session progresses. Both of them praying that all twenty drivers survive the session unscathed. It doesn’t help that almost every other minute somebody new has gone for a joyride through the gravel or grass off the track. What does help is that both you and Alex Albon made it through to Q2. Your first lap in Q2 was solid, with a few moments here or there, but all together a relatively tidy lap. The lap put you P10; on the chopping block but you knew there was time to find so you weren’t necessarily worried. On the downside, the rain had only gotten heavier, opposite to what the radar suggested. Now, instead of only being on intermediates the teams and drivers had to make the switch to full wets. So, when you went back out for your second Q2 lap with four minutes left, it’s safe to say Syndey was scared shitless.
“Okay so, we have a good gap to the car in front of us so there shouldn’t be any problems with traffic. Gap to P11 is .098, again gap to the elimination zone is .098,” your engineer informs you over the radio.
“Copy. Visibility is very, very poor. So is traction. I’ll go for it, though,” you respond. Mentally you lock in. You tune out all the other distractions and prepare to give it your all for one lap. However, you can’t shake this bad feeling sitting at the bottom of your stomach. As you slam your foot down on the gas pedal, a ton of water smacks against your visor. Leaving you practically blind. At this point, you're just driving on instinct and memory. Smoothly gearing down as you approach Turn 1, you slowly apply pressure to the brake being careful to not lock up and slide through the corner. You straight-line it as quickly as possible and make the run towards your favourite corner, but also the most dangerous one, Eau Rouge. Usually, in dry conditions, you would take this flat-out, with no hesitation. The thrill of nailing it at 300kph was something you could never get enough of. As you turn left slightly to begin your climb up the hill, you feel the back end slip out. Immediately, you try to correct it, quickly switching the steering wheel to the right. This only causes the rear wheels to lose even more traction. The car starts to spin around wildly. Then, it smashes into the barrier with such force that your helmet jerks forward, threatening to rip your head off from your neck. A searing pain makes its way through your neck and your ribs rattle from the impact. It’s only when hit another solid object that you realize that you’re still moving. The second impact is a lot less painful, but you still figure that you hit the barrier at around 180kph. Everything stops shaking for a second. The rain continues to pour all around you. Yellow flashing lights can barely be made out in your peripheral. Your internal organs start to reorganize back to normal when through the sound of rain spattering on the asphalt you hear the roar of an engine getting nearer. Then, everything goes black.
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The Williams garage is absolute chaos. Everyone is scrambling, trying to see if you’re okay if the ambulances are on their way, or trying to watch the replay of what happened. To Sydney, everything was happening in slow motion. The second Pierre Gasly’s Alpine collided with you, tears rolled down her face. Lily was also crying at the sight of your car broken in two. Out of the corner of her watering eye, Sydney could see your race engineer frantically repeating your name into his headset, trying desperately to get you to acknowledge him. Her head feels like it’s underwater with everyone's muffled voices. Her mind directly goes to the worst possible outcomes. All the negative thoughts swim around her brain for a few minutes until the wailing of the ambulance sirens breaks her out of her trance. Desperately, she looks at the cameras on the pit wall only to see that they have lost connection. After five more agonizing minutes that felt like hours, Sydney was informed by one of the team members that you were being airlifted to the nearest hospital. She was also told that they arranged a car to take her there. Lily refused to leave her side and slipped into the car with her, holding her hand as an act of comfort. Alex’s girlfriend also had the Sky Sports live coverage playing on her phone so they saw the camera zoom in on Alex’s wide eyes as the TV replayed your accident. It was like some sick joke the way your car just snapped in two like a twig.
Finally, they arrived at the hospital, Sydney running through the rain towards the front desk.
“I’m-I’m here for Y/N Y/L/N,” she pants out, her eyes watering and her clothes drenched making her quite the sight. The receptionist nods her head as she scrolls through her computer,
“Uh huh, Ms. Y/L/N is currently in surgery. You are welcome to sit in the waiting area,” the young lady says pointing towards a room full of chairs and concerned looking family members. The Bayern player mutters out a thank you before finding a seat. Lily comes in a few seconds later and sits in the chair beside Sydney.
“I’m sure she’ll be fine,” Lily attempts to sooth your girlfriends nerves. She continues to talk about how you’re a fighter and how you’ll be fine, but this all goes in one of Syndey’s ears and out the other. After what felt like an eternity, but really closer to about an hour, a nurse comes into the waiting area saying your name. Instantaneously, Sydney shoots out of her seat and makes her way towards the nurse.
“Is she okay? What are her injuries? Oh God, please tell me she’s okay,” the young midfielder rants out quickly. Unfazed, the nurse replies,
“Relation to the patient?”
“Girlfriend.”
Sighing, the nurse looks down at her clipboard and starts to read,“Ms. Y/L/N suffered many injuries. Major trauma to the head, a collapsed lung, a broken leg, and severe damage to her spinal cord.” The tears threaten to fall once again as your girlfriend gets told the extent of your injuries.
“Is she…Is she like stable?” Her bottom lip quivers. Again, the nurse sighs,
“She is in critical condition, currently she is hooked up to a heart monitor and an artificial ventilator to help her breathe.”
“Can I go see her?” The nurse nods before motiong to follow her.
“RIght now the doctor is just finishing up, but he will tell you more about Ms. Y/L/N’s condition.” They arrive at a brightly lit room, white covering every inch of the walls. Then, Sydney sees you. Your body laying limply on the hospital bed with what seems like a thousand different tubes and cords attached to you. You seem so small, your usually bright face now covered by an oxygen mask. The smile that can make anyone’s day better no where to be found.
“Hi, I’m Dr. Khan, I’ll be overseeing Ms. Y/L/N for the next little while. Have you been briefed on her injuries yet?” Syndey tears her eyes away from you to see a tall man in a white lab coat talking to her. She nods in response to his question. “Perfect. Well, right now she is in critical condition. The next forty-eight hours or so will be crucial. If she makes it through the first couple days her chance at surviving and making a full recovery will greatly increase. I’ll give you some privacy now, but a nurse will be in to check on her every hour. If you need anything just give me a shout.” He then turns before briskly walking out of the room, leaving Sydney and your unconscious body alone. She takes a seat in a chair alongside of your bed. Her vision goes blurry as the tears flow freely,
“Y-Y/N, please d-don’t leave m-me,” she chokes out in between sobs, “I need yo-you. I don’t k-know what I’d do without you, please liebling.”
For the next fifty minutes Sydney stays silent, her mind racing as her eyes rake over your body. The only thing brining her the slightest bit of comfort being the steady beep of your heartbeat on the monitor. Soon enough, a nurse comes in to check on you, inspecting all of the machines you’re hooked onto. Sydney for the most part ignores her, that is until a small curse leaves the womans mouth.
“What? What’s wrong?” She questions the woman. All of a sudden the nurse shouts for the doctor and presses a red button near your bedside. Within seconds Dr. Khan and more nurses come flooding into the room, one or two of them pulling Syndey out of the room. She tries to fight them, desperate to see what’s happening.
“She’s gone into cardiac arrest!” Someone shouts. Her eyes widen as the words sink in. With one last tug from behind she’s taken completely out of the room. But, she sees one last thing before they slam the door shut in her face.
The line on the heart monitor going completely flat.
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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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My heart is numb, has no feelings | Sydney Lohmann
Sydney Lohmann x reader
Summary: Comforming Sydney after she put soul and heart into the game, but it wasn't enough.
English is not my first language
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A/n: Is a bit rushed, 'cause I'm still heartbroken
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
You couldn't believe it. No one could. Germany is out of the World Cup. A dream of yours destroyed. How you wished you hadn't injured yourself against Columbia. If you didn't, you would be on have been on the pitch, maybe making a difference. But this was not case. It was a historical moment and maybe the fall of Germany.
The game started without the luck for Germany. In the 6th minute South Korea score the leading goal. A shock to everyone. The whome time you had Waru by your side as you sat next to your girlfriend, Sydney, on the bench. You hoped he would give you luck abd dammn it did. The 42th minute Alex Popp shot a header. 1:1 Germanys is in. The bench jumped up. You quickly glanced to the big screen in the stadium, but the camera wasn't on you. So you kissed your girlfriend, before she could jump up to Laura.
Everthing was fine until you went to the changing rooms. The smile quickly turned away, when everyone git told that Marroco was leading 1:0. Now Germany needs a win. And the tension was there again. The pressure of winning. To not let history repeat itself from 2018 with men team. To not also fall down like them, in a big hole. To not be a part of the big tragedy of german football.
When you returned on the pitch and were about to sit down you looked at your teammates. Fear, nervousness, tension were the things you could see in their faces. And with that Germany went trought the game playing poorly. After a few minutes into the second half your coach came up to Sydney and told to warm-up.
The 57th minute, Popp put the ball in the net with her head but laid down injured. In the end it was offside. So still out of the World Cup.
The moment Sydney stood besides the coach with Lena Lattwein you could see the feeling from the pitch went now also to her. You just watched her waiting to get subbed in. The moment you found the right words, she ran off to the pitch.
The time was ticking and ran against Germany. And you watched with horror as there seemed no chance for Germany to score a second goal. South Korea defened very well. No chance to break trought. It started to feel like Germany lost hope. But not your girlfriend Sydney. She tried over and over again. She didn't want it to end.
Then 9 minutes of stoppage time. But the South Korean played on time. Their goalkeeeper stayed on the ground for a long time. The player got injured. They did everything to let it be a draw. But as soon as Germany had the ball they shoot and shoot and shoot at the goal. Hegering and Sydney win the ball by duels. But the last action didn't work out. A few times even Sydney tried it by herself. But the ball wouldn't go in. After an offensive foul from Lea Schüller to win the ball back. The ref whistle her whistle.
For a moment you couldn't move. It still felt so unreal. You looked to your right seeing Laura on verge of crying. The next you looked to your front, meeting the eyes of your bestfriend, Lena Oberdorf, who tried to cry. Then you were searching for yor girlfriend. You stood up, trying to hide your tears, looking for Sydney. After a few seconds you found her perched and hiding under her jacket.
"Syd..." You whispered while carefully tuching her shoulder. She looked up at you. And you swore you would have break down. The way she looked at you. Tears streaming down her face, checks red and sobbing. You helped her to get up and to put her jacket on. Then you put her into a hug. With that Sydney fully broke down and sobbed into your shoulder and neck. You were also about to break down, but you knew you needed to be strong for her.
"I-I..." You hushed her down and put your hands on her checks.
"You did everything you could, Schatz. In the end you were the only one who tried and was brave, Syd. I'm proud of you because you played incredible. You gave your heart and soul into the game." You gave her a kiss on the forehead. "But sometimes it's not enough." You stopped speaking. Tears running down your own face.
"Thank you" Sydney whispered before hiding her face in your neck.
After while Martina, your coach, gathered everyone in a circle and spoke a speech. To be honest you don't even know now anymore what she told you. You were more busy holding your girlfriend, trying not to break down yourself and looking at everyones sad faces.
And this wasn't even the hardest part yet. You also needed to go trought the reporter. You were happy nobody sent Sydney in there. But they were meaner then this and put the two youngest up to the Interviews.
Everyone was a bit happy when they arrived at the hotel. It seemed like they all came down a bit. And everyone went to their rooms in silent. When you arrived your room next to Sydneys you quickly grabbed a short and shirt to wear for bed and change into it. You knocked on Sydneys door to let her know someones about to enter. When you opened the door you saw her laying in her bed, already changed. She didn't look up to the door. You stayed silent and made your way to the bed, laying next to her. Her eyes were closed but you knew she didn't sleep. You lead her head to your chest and running a hand through her hair. You know doing this will alsways help.
"I love you" She whispered and you smiled. "And it's not your fault that you didn't play today. The columbians played very dirty. I'm just happy you're okay and it's nothing serious" She added her eyes still closed enjoying the moment.
You opened your mout to say anything but Sydney already talked again knowing what you were about to say. "Don't. Do not find the guilt now by yourself, Liebling" Sydney said leaving no room for an argument. You just sighed and closed your eyes too. Trying to find some sleep.
"And by the way you didn't say 'I love you too'" Sydney mumbled into your neck.
A chuckle left your lips. "I love you too"
With that both of you trying to find some sleep in each others arms.
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How You Get the Girl
Word Count: 3117
Warnings: None
A/N: Getting back into my writing era, I guess. This is for @lana-del-reys-gf because apparently this is something she wanted me to write and I (being the unbelievably kind and generous human that I am) happily obliged. Obviously, it's also for anyone else who wants to read it. As always, let me know if you like it and what other requests you have!
“G, wait.” You grab your best friend’s hand, stopping her before she can drag you into the bar. Georgia looks back at you with knit eyebrows. “I’m not sure about this. I don’t want them to think I’m trying to ruin your team bonding time.”
“Oh my god, Y/N.” She groans, tugging on your hand. You refuse to budge. “I already cleared it with the girls, they’re happy to have you. Who wouldn’t be excited to spend an evening with the Y/N Y/L/N, after all? Come on, idiot.”
With that, you allow her to lead you inside and to a booth filled with her Bayern teammates. They greet you, introducing themselves one by one (although you already know all of their names from playing against them at both the club and international levels for so long), and then settle into easy conversation. You observe, still not wanting to intrude on their time together despite Georgia’s insistence that you wouldn’t be. It’s nice to be on the outside for once, actually. You’ve been with Barcelona for so long that it’s impossible for you to feel like a stranger with those girls and while that’s usually a nice feeling it can get a bit overwhelming. They all know you so well that it’s impossible for you to be on the outside. Seeing a different team dynamic than the one you’re used to is unfamiliar but refreshing.
“Hey, Y/N, wanna help me grab another round of drinks?” Sydney interrupts your train of thought, extending her hand to you. You allow yourself to be pulled to your feet and accompany her to the bar.
“I noticed you getting a little quiet there and wanted a chance to get to know you on my own.” She explains as you walk side by side. You’re not complaining–Sydney’s gorgeous and you’ve been sneaking glances at her all night.
“Ask me anything, I’m an open book.” You smile at your feet, appreciating the German’s genuine tone.
“How did you and Georgia meet, exactly? You’re American and play for Barcelona, so I’m not exactly seeing the connection there.” She asks after you place your orders.
“I actually played for City a ways back. We met there and something just clicked–she’s been my best friend ever since. I wanted her to come to Barca with Lucy and Keira last year but that clearly didn’t work out.”
“I mean, it worked out for us.” Sydney jokes, nudging you. “G’s been a beast here. You should think about making a move - Munich’s a pretty cool city. Would you ever consider that? Leaving Barcelona, I mean?”
“Maybe someday, but not now. The team chemistry is unbelievable, you know? It feels like home and that’s a hard thing to find.” You surprise yourself with your honesty. Something about Sydney just makes you feel instantly at ease. “But tell me something about you. I feel like I’m doing all the talking here.”
“What do you wanna know? I’ll give you three questions.”
“What’s your favorite place in the world?”
“That’s too easy, even you should know that and we just met tonight. Munich. It’s my home.”
“Fair, fair.” You nod to yourself. “A harder question this time, then. What would be your perfect date?”
“I’m easy to please, honestly. Dinner, a walk, something with time for plenty of conversation. Last question.”
“Can I have your number?” The German woman is clearly surprised by this, but she smiles and gestures to your phone. You hand it to her and she puts her number in.
“I’ll be expecting a text.” She winks at you and turns to head back to the booth, drinks in hand. You trail behind her, unsure of how a night out with Georgia and her teammates led to you getting Sydney Lohmann’s number. This was not at all how you’d expected the evening to go, but you weren’t exactly complaining.
One Week Later
“Y/N! Get off your phone and join the fun!” Mapi teases from her spot on the couch, lunging to grab your phone from your hand. You dodge her, but in the process find yourself rolling onto the floor.
“You have been on that phone a lot lately, Y/N.” Keira chimes in. “Who are you talking to on that thing?”
“Sydney.”
“Sydney?”
“Lohmann.”
“As in the one that plays for Bayern?” This is Mapi again, her voice incredulous. You nod, blushing. “Y/N, I can’t believe you! I thought you were just visiting Georgia when you went to Munich but you were getting yourself a girl. And here I thought I was the slut of Barca.”
Mapi’s final comment earns her a shove, but in reality, her comments don’t bother you all that much. It’s only been a couple of weeks, but you’ve found yourself falling for Sydney quicker than you thought possible. She’s witty and kind and if you could talk to her 24 hours a day you would. Just as you’re thinking this, your phone buzzes.
Syd: Y/N? Still there?
Syd: You’ve gone dark on me
Y/N: Sorry, got pulled away there.
Syd: All good. I had an idea while you were gone, though.
Y/N: Care to share?
Syd: Well, I’ve got some time off coming up…
Y/N: …?
Syd: And I was thinking that maybe I could come visit you
Syd: Only if you’re up for it, of course
Y/N: Are you serious?
Y/N: I would love that.
You can’t help the smile that breaks out on your face as you continue to text Sydney about her upcoming visit. The noise of your teammates fades into the background and she is all you can focus on. The fact that she’s so willing to come see you after only one in-person conversation adds a level of attractiveness to her persona that is new to you. You’re not used to women being so invested in spending time with you but it’s a welcome unfamiliarity.
“Y/N, we’re going to get gelato, let’s go!” Ingrid’s voice pulls you from your thoughts and you look up to see your friends gathered at the door, looking at you expectantly. You scramble to join them, pulling your shoes and jacket on haphazardly. You slip your phone into your pocket, wanting to focus wholly on your team for the remainder of the night, but Sydney doesn’t leave your mind once.
Three Weeks Later
You shift nervously at the kitchen counter, trying not to let your anxiety get the best of you. Your eyes are locked on the door and you can’t seem to do anything other than wait. She’ll be here any minute and all of your attempts at distraction have failed. You’re not even sure why you’re so nervous–it’s not like this is your first time meeting and the two of you text practically nonstop. Still, though, this will be your first date (and, in true sapphic fashion, it will extend through the weekend as you insisted she stay with you instead of at a hotel). At this point, Sydney knows you better than most but you can’t shake your worries that when she arrives she’ll regret everything.
All of this goes out the window when the door to your flat opens, however. You’ve intentionally left it unlocked and instructed her to let herself in, wanting to avoid the awkwardness of having to greet her at the door. Sydney walks in looking as though she’s just come from a spa rather than the airport, skin glowing and not a hair out of place. She stops in front of you and you have to remind yourself how to speak.
“You’re here.” Is all you can manage to say, a smile spreading across your face. She smiles back at you and nods, stepping closer to you.
“I’m here.” She murmurs, grabbing your hands and pressing her forehead to yours. The sudden contact makes you inconceivably nervous, causing you to squirm out of her grasp.
“So!” Your voice is overly loud, compensating for the nerves you’re feeling. “I guess I should give you a tour of the place. This is the kitchen, obviously, and that’s the living room,” You make an awkward sweeping gesture in that direction. “I set up the sofa bed for you–it’s actually pretty comfortable. The bathroom’s over there and if you need anything else just let me know.” You begin to back slowly towards your room. “I’m gonna, um, go get ready now. Bye”
“Y/N?” Sydney stops you before you can shut your door. You look at her slowly, praying you haven’t somehow already messed this up, but a smirk is playing at her lips. “Pick you up at 6.”
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Six o’clock comes much quicker than you anticipated and, before you know it, Sydney is knocking on your bedroom door. You swing it open to find her looking even more radiant than earlier in the day if that’s possible. Her brown hair is loose around her shoulders and she’s dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt. The simplicity suits her and will be perfect for your evening plans.
“I wasn’t sure what to wear since you refused to tell me where we’re going, so I had to guess.” She grumbles as you drag her out the door, grabbing the bag you had packed earlier.
“You look perfect.” You reassure her, still not giving up any details about the date you have planned. Since the city is yours, it only seemed natural that you take the reins on planning your date, although Sydney had attempted to make an argument that she could show you parts of the city you’d never seen before (you were doubtful). The result of your careful planning means that much of your anxiety has dissipated. For the most part, you know what to expect for the rest of the evening and that fact alone brings you relief.
After walking a ways, you arrive at a small park with a view overlooking the city. You lead Sydney to an empty spot in the grass and spread out the picnic blanket you’d stashed in the bag. She sits, pulling you down along with her. You immediately busy yourself with unpacking the meal you’d brought, not wanting to ruin the moment, but as it turns out you don’t have to worry. The silence is broken by Sydney’s laugh. You look at her, confused.
“Sorry, I’m not laughing at you.” She explains. “You just—you brought all my favorite snacks. I wasn’t sure what to say.”
“You sound surprised.” You say, raising your eyebrows. “You don’t think I pay attention to what you tell me?”
“No, it’s not that! I’ve just never had anyone plan such a specific date for me and I was…nervous I think? Not because of you! I mean, yes because of you, but, like, in a good way.” Sydney’s rambling proves to you that her nerves are just as high as yours and this makes you feel infinitely better–and instills you with a new sense of confidence.
You lean forward, pulling the German in for a kiss and effectively shutting her up. It’s the first hat you share and it’s everything you’ve been waiting for. The second that your lips meet you know that it will be the first of many, not only tonight but for many months–years, even–going forward.
Later, when you return to your apartment, you linger in the doorway to your bedroom watching Sydney bustle about. She’s unpacking and getting water and somehow it’s all just so perfect. You’d set up the sofa bed for her, not wanting to be presumptuous, but all of your worries have gone out the window. Now all you want is for her to be the one sleeping next to you.
“Syd.” Your voice startles her and she looks up at you. “Do you wanna–you don’t have to–but would you want to sleep in my room, um, with me?”
“In your room.” A smirk is slowly spreading across Sydney’s face as she walks towards you. “With you. In your bed? I thought you’d never ask. I thought I was going to be banished to the sofa forever.”
“Shut up,” You can’t help the smile that creeps into your voice as you take her hand and lead her into your room. This is certainly going to be a very good night.
Three Months Later
“I can’t just up and leave, Sydney! I have people here–a home here. I would never ask you to leave Munich for me.” You resist the urge to throw yourself face down onto the sofa as you pace, in the midst of a heated argument with your girlfriend.
“I don’t understand though, it’s not like I’m asking you to give everything up. Bayern made an offer, I’m just saying it would make a lot of sense. G is here and your family is back in the States anyways, so it’s not like you’d be losing much by moving.” You can hear Sydney sigh through the phone. “I want to be with you but this whole long-distance thing is hard, Y/N.”
This argument has been going on for the past week, ever since you were approached about a possible transfer to Bayern. You didn’t really even consider the offer but when you told Sydney she seemed to think that you should accept it. You can’t see yourself leaving Barcelona anytime in the near future, long-distance or not.
“I know it’s hard, Syd. I know that. I miss you like crazy but I can’t leave my home.”
“So what do you suggest? We just keep doing long distance forever?” The bite in Sydney’s voice is unmissable and you wince slightly.
“I don’t know–I mean, no. Not forever. We’ll figure something out but I can’t leave right now. I’m not sure how else to explain it to you.”
“Let me know when you have a plan.”
It’s clear that the German woman has become checked out of your relationship all in a matter of seconds and you know it will be easier for both of you if you don’t prolong the inevitable any further.
“I think…” You pause, willing yourself to think of another solution. “I think we both need some space. Maybe this is it for us.”
“Yeah. Maybe it is.” Sydney’s voice has turned cold and there’s a distinct lack of emotions behind her words. “I guess this is goodbye.”
And with that, after the three blissful months you’d spent together, Sydney hangs up the phone, taking your heart along with her. In a rush of emotion, the tears you’d been holding in since your argument started begin to flow. You weren’t together for all that long, but even in the short months of your relationship, it became glaringly obvious that Sydney knows you better than anyone else–better, even, than Georgia. She listened and asked questions and was so unbelievably genuine that you often found yourself in disbelief that someone this perfect wanted you. You had just lost all of that. Everything you’d built, everything you had yet to build, was crumbling around you in a matter of moments.
One Week Later
A sudden knock on your door wakes you from your nap and you roll over to look at the clock, confused about who could be trying to visit you right now. It’s your one day off and you’re fairly certain that you’ve made it clear to Mapi that if she even thinks about dragging you to some coffee shop you’ll kill her. It’s been a week since the breakup but your schedule has been so busy that you really haven’t had time to wallow–today is the day you’d set aside for that. Somebody, however, seems to have different plans. Groggily you stumble to the front door and open it–the person on your doorstep isn’t Mapi or Keira or any other of your Barcelona teammates, but someone much more shocking.
“Can I come in?” Sydney is soaked from the downpour outside and looks as frazzled as you feel. You stand to the side, letting her walk into your apartment. She sees herself over to the couch and sits down. You opt to stand in the kitchen, wary of why she’s here (both in your apartment and in Barcelona in general).
“What are you doing here, Sydney?” You ask, arms folded against your chest. “You couldn’t have given me a little warning?”
“I’m sorry, I just–I had to see you.” The midfielder’s voice is shaky and as you look at her longer you can see just how red and puffy her eyes are. She’s been crying. “The way things ended between us, I just couldn’t bear it. I don’t want us to be over.”
“Well, me neither, but you made it pretty clear that if I don’t move to Munich we’re doomed.” As you speak, you move to sit next to her on the couch. “Unless that’s changed?”
“I still think living in different countries isn’t ideal–” Sydney starts, and with her words, your hopes deflate.
“So nothing’s changed then.” You cut her off, voice flat.
“You didn’t let me finish. I do think it would be easier if we were in the same place.” She takes your hand as she says this, and you don’t pull away. “But if I have to choose between what’s easy and what I want, I’m choosing what I want every time. Especially if what I want is you.”
“Okay, but Syd, you were right before. This whole long-distance thing is really really hard. There has to be something to make it easier, right?” You look at her almost pleadingly, hoping she’s come up with some sort of solution.
“I mean, I do have an idea.” Your ears perk up at Sydney’s words, “It’s not perfect but it might work. In the off-season, we find a place together–I don’t care where but I think for both of our sakes it might be best if it’s not Munich or Barcelona. Or we both evenly split time between the two cities? Either way, we’re always together. During our seasons we see each other every chance we can. It will still be hard but I think we can do it. What do you think?”
Instead of answering, you pull Sydney into you as a response. As her lips meet yours you are reminded of your first kiss, all those months ago on your first date. This kiss is different–you’re much more familiar with one another now, for one–but you get that same feeling as you did on that night. This kiss is indicative of much more than what is right in front of you. It’s indicative of everything to come.
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SECOND; sydney lohmann x fem!reader
Summary: in which sydney started flirt with reader during the game.
Warnings: fluff.
Note: English is not my first language.
not my gif.
Germany against Spain.
The match that could decide the position that they would stay in the third match.
Y/N jumps on the spot, behind Mariona. They are waiting in the tunnel, alongside them was Germany's players.
Ones of the referee came to check if everything was in order. For Y/N's lucky, it was.
"Y/N." Patri turned towards her, calling. The mentioned raised her head and looked at her. "Look to your left." Y/N furrow confused.
She did what Patri said and to her left was their rivals. Y/N doesn't understand what Patri means, until she saw how a player was looking at her from time to time. Ironically, she was in the same line than Y/N, it only changes that they are on different teams.
Y/N blushed a little, looking away. She saw how Patri wiggles her eyebrows subtly. Mariona turned towards her questioningly, Y/N shrugged, trying not pay attention to the other side.
"Why has she done that?" Mariona muttered, leaning a little towards Y/N.
"Because is silly." Y/N muttered back.
Mariona raised an eyebrow, smirking. "I know that. But why exactly is she dumb this time?"
"VAMOS CHICAS! PODEMOS CON ELLAS!!" The captain's voice interrupt the conversation, starting walk outside of the tunnel.
"For now it stay here, but later I'm going to ask." The Balear hummed, patting her shoulder and turning to walk, Y/N following her.
They positioned in horizontally when they approach the center, waiting for the anthems to sound. The first anthem to sound was that of Spain. All the players put together, the first chords sound, making the people chant it. Since this anthem has no lyrics, the players listened to the anthem in silence. Once it finished, they applauded and separated a little from each other, waiting to sound Germany's anthem.
When it finished, Spain's players went to greet the referees and rivals, wishing them luck. Y/N shakes hands with them, smiling politely. When she approachs the girl that was looking at her in the tunnel, the German player winked, smirking when she saw Y/N's pink cheeks. Y/N shakes her hand rapidly and passed to the next, hearing how the brunette laughs softly.
Once they finish to shakes hands, Spanish players went to take off their jackets, throwing it towards a member staff team. Then they take the photo quickly and Irene went with the referees and the other captain.
While, the Spanish players went to hug each other. Y/N hugs Ona and successively until she reached Patri, who once again wiggles her eyebrows this time more noticeable. Y/N shakes her head funnily, patting her back. Then the last one was Mariona.
"I saw that interaction." The Balear comments on her ear.
"What interaction?" Y/N asks innocently.
They separated from the hug and Mariona looked at her smiling. "You know what interaction." She kissed her cheek and went towards her position.
Y/N puts herself next to Aitana, who wink at her. In front of her was the German player that winked her before.
"Du siehst süß aus, wenn du rot wirst." She muttered at her.
Y/N clearly didn't understand what she told her.
"Si vamos a jugar a ese juego, yo también puedo hablar en otro idioma." Y/N said to the woman.
"Or we can talk in English. I'm Sydney but you can call me Syd." The German introduced herself, smirking seductively.
Y/N furrow. "You understood what I said?"
Sydney shakes her head. "No, but I can have an idea."
Y/N looks to the center and saw how Aitana turned her head to the other side, clearly she heard everything because she have a smug smile on her face.
Soon, Lucía García moves the ball towards Laia Aleixandri, searching in a long ball some of the striker catch the ball, failing.
When she saw that Sandra Paños at the time of clearing she accidentally gave the ball to Klara Bühl and this one scored, Y/N bites hard her lip. In the 2nd minute Germany scored and it was another team that scored on the first minutes of the game.
Y/N puts herself in her initial position, waiting for Lucía to moves the ball.
"Don't hurt yourself, hertz." Sydney muttered, signaling with her head to her lip when Y/N turned to look at her.
The Spanish player remained quiet, releasing her lip between her teeth. Sydney smiled when Y/N released her lip.
"That's better." The brunette said.
Soon Lucía moves the ball, starting a new play. Spain was dominating it, creating occasions that finish on nothing. Y/N, Mariona and Aitana was creating many occasions, they are being a real nightmare for Germany. They are all trying but the goal was resisting and it didn't help when Alexandra Popp score the second goal.
Y/N shakes her head, really annoyed. It angry her why they was having bad luck and why the rival arrived less and scored. Mapi patted her back when Y/N passed next to her. With her jaw clenched, once again put herself in the line, Sydney accompany her in front.
"I'm sorry..." The German whispered, seeing Y/N's mad face.
"You're sorry because your team are winning? That make you all leaders?" Y/N scoffed. "Because if I was winning, believe me when I tell you that I will don't feel sorry." She whispered.
Sydney smiled playfully. But surprisingly she stayed quiet.
The first half finished and they all went towards their respective locker rooms. Y/N sat down in her bench with a water bottle on her hands while heard how her coach was giving them a speech. Mariona was by her side, her free hand on Y/N's knee, trying calm at her friend. Their coach after gave them some new tactics, he went away giving them some space.
"We have this second half. We can." Mariona encouraged Y/N.
This one bites her lower lip, unsure if she shares what exactly she thought about it, but decided stay quiet and not be negative. So she nods with her head, bringing the indelible smile on her face.
"I saw you talking with Lohmann." The Balear comments, sipping from her bottle.
"Mainly she talked at me." Y/N muttered.
"She was flirting with you?" Mariona asks, laughing softly when Y/N blushed rolling her eyes. "I guess that is a yes."
"She is cute." Aitana comments sitting next to Y/N, drinking water.
"We are talking about Lohmann?" Patri came too, putting herself in front of them.
"No, they are." Y/N answered, the other two snorted.
"I bet that she would ask you on a date when we finish the game." Patri said convinces.
Y/N rolls her eyes. "Well, it would be a no for my part." She said, standing up.
The other three disagree with it, standing up too and following her.
"Come on! She seems nice." Aitana said.
"And have an interest on you." Patri said too. "I think I never saw you with someone in a relationship." She comments to herself, blushing when she notices that she said it loud. "Sorry."
"Anyway." Mariona said, coming back to the topic they are talking before. "Give her a chance. Aitana have right, she seems nice." Mariona spoke with some knowledge.
They are walking back to the pitch, just like the German's players and like if the brunette know that they are talking about her, approached in the room. Patri and Aitana nudged her sides, making Y/N hiss from the blow.
Mariona grabs they both for their arms and bring them with her towards the pitch, letting behind Y/N.
"Hey Spanish girl!" Sydney greeted her, approaching by her side. "You never told me what is your name."
Y/N looked at her, seeing a smirk on her face. "My last name was on my back, but my name is Y/N." She said shyly.
"Nice to meet you, Y/N." Sydney said, pronouncing her name slowly. "Good luck." She said, extending her hand towards her.
Y/N furrow, shaking it. She notices that Sydney's hands was soft. "Thanks, I think you don't need it." She muttered, laughing softly.
"Maybe we need it." The German said, shrugging smiling.
They let out their hands and went outside, Sydney going with her teammates and Y/N with her teammates.
"Alright, since when you and that player are talking?" Leila muttered by her side, passing her right arm for Y/N's shoulders.
"Yeah, I thought that you and I had something." Ona said, putting a hand on her heart.
"Leave me alone." Y/N mumbled, walking fast to her initial position. She heard how the other two laugh.
With every minute that passed, Y/N was getting frustrated, pissed. She almost score in the 58th minute, it was so clear that really angry her.
"Stay like that." Mariona muttered on her ear, hugging her briefly, giving her support.
Y/N huffled, jogging.
When she turns look to the German goalkeeper, she notices someone put her hands on both sides of her waist. Y/N looks behind seeing Sydney's intense gaze, looking at her.
"Almost, schatz." The blue eyed girl muttered, squeezing briefly her sides.
"Stop calling me pet names in your language." Y/N said blushing, her gaze focusing in the goalkeeper that moves the ball in short.
"Okay... bebé." Sydney said, snickering when Y/N rolls her eyes, but was hiding a smile.
"Que idiota eres." Y/N said before running to steal the ball that Lena Oberdof have in possession, winning it and passing the ball to Aitana.
Sydney let out a small smile before she runs to steal it, mission imposible when Aitana pass the ball to Mariona and she almost score again. For her dislike, the Spanish coach subbed off Y/N, the girl clapping to the public who were chanting her name. Sydney clapped shortly too, earning some weirds and curious looks from her teammates.
"I hope you ask her out later after follow her throughout the match." Mariona whispered by her side, going away after say that.
Y/N watched the game from the stands, to her right was Olga, who sometimes they comment about a play. For their bad luck, Spain lost and they need win in the last game against Denmark if they want pass to quarters finals that it surely be against England. Y/N stood up and went to shake hands with the rivals, hugging to her teammates too, giving support.
Sydney avoided Y/N to shakes hands with her the last, hopefully to have some time to talk with the shy girl. She saw that the girl have now a messy bun, some strands of hair adorned her face.
"Take it easy there, Lohmann." Leila muttered on her ear, tending later her hand to shake. Her face was serious.
Sydney shakes it, swallowing hard feeling a little intimidated. Leila notices it and give her a small smile, patting her shoulder.
"What did she tell you to make you have that face?" Klara asks, passing an arm around her shoulders.
"Nothing." Sydney lies, giving her a lipped smile while grab a bottle that Lina was offering her.
"It's about that girl that you can't stop flirt?" Sara joined the three girls, snorting when Sydney blushed. "You spoke with her now?"
The blue eyed girl shakes her head. "I left her for the last." Sydney confess, removing Klara's arm around her shoulders and going to where Y/N is talking with Merle.
Her blonde teammate saw her and greeted her with her head, it called Y/N's attention, who looked to where Merle was looking. Her cheeks burned when saw Sydney walking towards them, hugging to her teammate first.
"Wir haben bestanden!" Merle exclaims.
Sydney smiled, looking at Y/N. "I hope you pass too." She said after separate from the hug.
Merle looked at them, specifically at her teammate with a raised eyebrow.
"Thanks." Y/N muttered shyly, accepting Sydney's embrace. "Congrats by the way. You pass like leaders." They separated from the hug, but the brunette remained her hands on both Y/N's sides.
"I guess we have luck, everything can happen in quarters finals now. But thanks." Sydney stayed with that silly smile while she looked intensely at her.
Merle watches the interaction with a smug smile. The blonde goalkeeper was trying hard to hold her laughter with Y/N's red face. Actually she thought that the Spanish girl was too cute and sweet.
"Sorry to interrupt you. But Syd, we need come back with our team." Merle said, feeling a little bad for take away her teammate from clearly her new crush.
Sydney grunts, not wanting to go. But she lets her hands fall and in a bold move, Sydney kiss Y/N's left cheek and follow her teammate, leaving behind a speechless Y/N.
This one walked to her teammates with her cheeks like her jersey, red. She puts herself between Laia and Lola when their coach was giving reassuring words.
"I saw that." Mapi whispered on her ear when they hugged after the speech.
"Only you?" Y/N said ironically.
"Nope. A lot of us." The blonde said giggling when she saw Y/N's face. "Don't worry, I think we can accept that German. But not other, you hear me?" She says jokingly.
Y/N pushed her softly, earning more laughs from her. Soon, they are walking back to the locker room after clap to the people who approached in the stadium to support them.
Once there, Y/N sat down with Mariona and Claudia to talk. In the background muffled noises was heard, but Ona managed to listen when someone from outside knocked at the door.
The Catalan walked to the door and opened it, her furrow was replaced by a smug smirk. "Well, hello alemana. Wanna see someone?" Ona leaned in the doorframe with her arms crossed about her chest, looking at Sydney mischievously.
Sydney blushed when Ona asked her. She cleared her throat and with confidence nods. "Can you call Y/N, please?" The German asked in a low voice, her gaze on Ona's.
The freckled girl made a grimace with her mouth and giving Sydney another smug smirk, the defender went inside, closing the door.
Ona walked to where Y/N is sitting. "Someone is asking for you." She states in front of her, crossing her arms once again.
Y/N furrow, confused. "Who?" She asks, standing up.
"Sydney Lohmann." Ona answers, smiling widely. "I let her enter or you are going?"
Y/N grabs Ona's wrist when after a moment she was to start walk, probably to let the German gets inside. Y/N cleared her throat and with a warning look towards Ona and Claudia, she walked to the door.
Sydney's blue gaze was the first that Y/N saw when she opened the door. She closed it and stood in front of her, crossing her arms timidly.
"Hi." Y/N greeted in a small voice.
"Hallo." Sydney said, smiling softly. "Look, I want say it from once." She started said, grabbing Y/N's hands when she asked with her eyes and this one nodded. "I like meet sometime with you... To drink a coffee or have lunch time. Like a date. I don't know if you notice it but I was flirting with you and... You don't look to reciprocate it, so I'm asking directly now. Do you want go on a date with me?" The blue eyed girl bites her lower lip nervously when she finished talking.
Y/N pass her tongue for her lips, nervous too. Her gaze wondered for the wall behind Sydney.
"We can try that date..." Y/N muttered, smiling timidly when she saw Sydney's big smile.
The German nods with her head and letting out a hand, she grabs her phone and extended it at her.
"You can put your number there." Sydney explained, unblocking her phone on Y/N's hand.
Y/N nods and typing her number, she gave it back to the owner, who was smiling toothy towards her.
"Alright I let you alone now." Sydney said, letting her other hand fall.
Y/N in a brave move, she hugged the girl. She passed her arms around her shoulders, making the other hug her for her waist, surprised.
"I will waiting that text or call." Y/N whispered on her ear.
Once they separated from the hug, Sydney's smile widened when Y/N this time, kissed her cheek, going inside of the locker room.
"I told you!" Patri was the first on speak, going towards Y/N hugging her.
"Our Y/N is going to go to a date with a German? Leila are you alright with it?" Pere asks, like if Leila approves, the others too.
The Catalan defender walked towards Y/N and puts an arm around her waist. "We can let her go to this date and if it goes well, we need deal with a German." She said the last part faking being defeated.
Y/N punch her on the arm jokingly while the others laughs.
"Wait! We need another approval from another person." Pere once again talked, grabbing her phone and calling someone. "Hola reina! How are you? Well I know we lost but later we speak about that. I don't know if for tv you watch how our Y/N had a German enthralled and right now that German came and ask her on a date! We need your approval if not, Y/N can't date this cute girl." She fastly explained.
Y/N rolls her eyes, but the truth was that she was nervous.
"Pass her the phone." Andrea approached Y/N and extended her phone towards her. "Holaaa." She greeted her when saw her shy face on the screen. "Look, if you accept that date it's okay. I just ask that she treats you well." Alexia said, smiling when Y/N did it.
"Thanks, capi. I think she is a good person." Y/N confess.
"That's all that matter." Alexia said.
"Who would spy on them?" Aitana asks loudly, like if Y/N wasn't there.
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26. “I didn’t know where else to go” for Syd 🥰
“I didn’t know where else to go” - (Prompt List 5)
Note: there’s smut in this one. now you warned lol. I really don’t like writing smut, but my head made me do it 😭
Y/n was standing in her kitchen, washing the dishes as her doorbell rang.
Then Y/n dried her hands and walked to her door.
When she opened her door, she was surprised to see her ex-girlfriend Sydney.
“Sydney?” Y/n mumbled, confused.
“Hi…” Sydney said with her hands in her pockets.
Then there was a bit of silence.
“Can I come in?” Sydney asked.
“Yeah” Y/n answered and let Sydney in, closing the door behind her.
“Do you want a cup of tea or anything?” Y/n asked.
“No thanks, I-i just want to talk…with you” Sydney answered.
“Uhm…okay” Y/n said.
“Take a seat” Y/n added and pointed at her couch.
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“So, what makes you come here? You just played a game, right?” Y/n asked.
“I did play a game. We lost 4-0 to Wolfsburg” Sydney answered, taking a deep sigh.
“I saw. I’m sorry about the result. You played amazing” Y/n said, whispering the last part.
“Thank you,Y/n. I’m sorry about just showing up, but I didn’t know where else to go” Sydney replied.
“I needed comfort” Sydney added and then Y/n felt Sydney’s hand in hers.
“Sydney…” Y/n whispered, feeling Sydney coming closer.
“What?” Sydney asked as she looked Y/n right in the eye.
“We broke up for a reason” Y/n answered.
“I just need to be close to you” Sydney mumbled as she now sat right in front of Y/n.
The two of them looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds.
“Then kiss me” Y/n breathed.
“What?” Sydney asked.
“You heard me…kiss me” Y/n repeated.
Then Sydney looked a bit at Y/n’s lips and then leaned forward, pressing her own lips against Y/n’s.
The kiss was everything Y/n had dreamed of for 4 months since they broke up. She wanted to feel Sydney close, but didn’t dare ask before now when she found out Sydney felt the same.
The kiss was first slow, but it then started being more passionate when Sydney pulled Y/n into her lap, making Y/n straddle her hips.
“I want you so bad…” Y/n mumbled against Sydney’s lips.
Y/n then got a bit of a shock when Sydney lifted her up and pushed Y/n up against the wall nearest to them.
Sydney then attacked Y/n’s neck, making Y/n throw her head back in pleasure.
“Syd…” Y/n breathed.
“What? Do you want me to stop?” Sydney asked.
“Oh god, no. I- let’s take this to the bedroom quickly” Y/n managed to get out of her mouth.
“As you wish princess”
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#woso imagines#woso imagine#woso x reader#sydney lohmann x reader#sydney lohmann imagine#sydney lohmann imagines#woso#gxg
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Darling, You’re The One I Want (In Paper Rings, In Picture Frames, In All Dreams) | Sydney Lohmann
warnings: f for fluff!
word count: 2655
summary: syd's been asking you to marry her since you were both little, before she ever had a proper ring
a/n: had this idea three days ago and knew it had to written right away so here you go 🥰 (update: made a little moodboard too)
Sydney has been introducing you as her ‘almost wife’ for as long as you remember.
You have been together since you were both in kindergarten, with your best friend proposing to you with a gummy ring.
Her mother had packed a small bag of peach gummy rings into her lunch box and so it’s on the swings in the playground that Sydney proposes to you for the first time.
‘There! You are my almost wife now.’ She declares, sticking the melting gummy onto your finger after you say yes.
You giggle and pull the ring off, eating the gummy ring with a smile.
Syd laughs, eating one of her own gummies.
‘I’m gonna marry you when we grow up.’ She says seriously.
You look at the girl sitting on the swing next to you. She has scuffed knees, messy braids and is missing one of her front teeth but you are sure that you want the same thing.
As the gummy ring is so short lived, the German girl steps up her game. She brings a ring pop that she has persuaded her father to let her buy after kindergarten the day before.
The ring pop lasts longer but at the end of the day, it is still gone.
So Sydney gets you a new ring pop, in a variety of different flavours every day. She asks if you will marry her each time and your answer never wavers.
It is always yes and you eat a ring pop daily until your parents intervene, telling you that eating so much candy is bad for your teeth.
You relay this to the blonde with the saddest of looks, completely convinced that this is the end of your so-called marriage with her.
She is undeterred by the setback though, showing up with a knotted piece of string next.
That piece of string stayed around your ring finger on your left hand until it disintegrated, at which your best friend promptly found another.
And so it continued, going from a piece of string, to a ribbon through primary school, to a folded paper ring in secondary school.
Sydney and you spend more time together than ever now, going to school together and playing football together.
The blonde had got you into it, sometime early into primary school. She had eagerly wanted you to experience what she loved so much about the sport.
It was easy for you to fall in love with kicking a football around, just as it is easy to fall in love with your best friend who proposes to you every time she gives you a new ring.
At fifteen, she kissed you for the first time and it came so naturally that the both of you just knew.
Neither of you would ever have eyes for anyone else and the transition from friendship to something more is remarkably smooth.
With each new paper ring, comes a kiss and a proposal from Sydney.
‘Will you marry me?’ She asks, holding out the paper ring she’d folded during her math class.
The blonde had noticed that the one you have been wearing has gotten worn down, the paper it is made out of is getting kind of icky.
‘Yes I’ll marry you sonnenschein.’ You say with a giggle.
Sydney’s hazel eyes sparkle and she is practically glowing with happiness when she slides your old ring off and replaces it with the new one.
It is why you call her sonnenschein. She lights up your day, every single day.
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When you tear the tendons and ligaments in your knee so badly that your doctors tell you that you will never play football again, Syd spends the entirety of the first night in the hospital with you.
She had been there when you had been injured, heard the way you cried out and felt her stomach drop.
That look on your face, she had known right away that it would be a devastating sort of injury.
Sydney’s had plenty of experience with injuries herself and even before the doctors get a chance to look at your knee, she is aware that this one is different.
In her heart, she hates how she knows that no matter how hard you try, you will never be able to come back from this.
The blonde sits in the awful, uncomfortable plastic chair by your hospital bed, holding your hand although you barely talk. You’re far too caught up in what is the end of your short lived football career.
You and Syd had a shared dream and the both of you were on the verge of switching from your local sports club to one with more promise.
This injury of yours, could not have come at a worse time.
Your mind is spinning because what are you to do now? You are sixteen and all you have thought about is playing football.
Sydney stays with you till the doctors come in, to take you into surgery.
Her parents and yours are there but she pays them no mind, finally letting go of your hand and kissing you gently.
‘I’ll be right there when you’re out of surgery.’ She promises.
The German girl keeps her word because when you come to, she’s sitting by your side.
‘Hi.’ She breathes.
‘Hey sonnenschein.’ You weakly say.
Your head feels fuzzy but at least your knee isn’t hurting anymore.
Sydney strokes your baby hairs back lightly.
‘I love you. I’m going to be here for you, every single step of the way. However long it takes and no matter how uncertain it gets. That’s what almost wives do.’
You cry and laugh at the same time.
The blonde has a habit of introducing you as her almost wife because she hadn’t known the proper word when she was a kid. Now she knows the word fiancée but still chooses to stick with almost wife.
Your best friend reaches for your hand, pressing comforting kiss after comforting kiss onto your cheeks and forehead until your tears slow.
Then she shows you a somewhat lopsided beaded ring in the palm of her free hand. The way it’s strung together tells you that Syd probably made it for you herself.
You’d lost the paper ring you had been wearing, sometime in between your injury and the ambulance ride to the hospital.
Sydney must have noticed and it causes your heart to swell with emotion for her.
‘Will you marry me? Whatever you decide to do after you get out of the hospital, I will love you.’ She murmurs.
‘Yes I’ll marry you. I love you too.’ You answer softly and the German girl slides the beaded ring onto your hand, being extra careful of the IV in it.
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That beaded ring stays on through your recovery and through your decision to pursue sports therapy now that professional football is not in your cards.
Until ultimately, the blonde signs for Bayern Munich’s first team.
With that bit of money that she gets, she goes out and buys you an actual ring. It is a simple piece of costume jewellery but it means the world to you.
Sydney doesn’t really make a lot, she had moved out of her family home to be closer to the training grounds so she certainly does not have enough to buy you a proper ring, on top of paying her rent, utilities and keeping up her football.
You are both only seventeen and you are completely okay with the ring she’d given you, faithfully wearing it each and every day.
It discolours after a couple months and the plastic gem in it falls out after a year.
Still, you keep wearing it till the midfielder buys another ring, also costume jewellery but definitely one in better condition.
That one lasts you until she signs another contract for Bayern, one that gets her significantly higher pay.
It is still not enough to buy you a real wedding ring but Sydney diligently puts aside part of her salary each month.
The monthly savings are not a lot because she has decided to start online university studies and the fees cost her on top of her usual spendings but it is a start.
In the meantime, she loves you and you love her. Twenty is the age where everything starts to get serious, you with your studies and the German girl with her football.
She is working on sealing her place on the national team, having made her senior debut two years ago.
With an incredible amount of pride, you watch her play and happily give her a kiss at the end of all her games.
Syd’s injury prone and she likes to tease you, telling you that you need to focus on your studies so that you can help keep her match fit.
As it is, she often benefits from your massage and anatomy classes.
‘I’m helping you get better by being your learning model!’ She insists all the time.
You don’t mind. The blonde sometimes trails after you with pleading eyes when she wants a massage. It is cute really and you’re happy to oblige her.
When she has tough training sessions, she never has to ask. You know right away whenever she does so and Sydney is often exhausted enough to fall asleep during those massages.
Then you just sit with her head in your lap, running your fingers through her hair until she either wakes up or you fall asleep with her.
Being intimately familiar with the German girl’s body is something you will never take for granted.
As Syd continues to play for Bayern, you more or less move into her apartment.
There is no point travelling back and forth between your family home and your university if the blonde’s place is nearer. You spend almost all your free time with her anyway so it only makes sense that you stay with her and contribute fairly to her rent.
She protests against the second part, protests that you ignore but as for the first, Sydney loves it. She loves that she has you to come home to and loves that she gets to go to sleep and wake up beside you.
‘My almost wife is waiting for me back home.’ She always explains before rushing off the second she gets back from away games.
Your sonnenschein adores spoiling you with home cooked food too. It gives her joy to cook and even more to share it with you.
Two years go by fast and Sydney does so well with her football that eventually, she finishes runners up in the Euros.
Then the split prize money, combined with her savings is enough.
You’d travelled around England to support her and watch her live her dream. You being there, cheering her on each and every game, only seals it in Syd’s mind that this is what she wants.
She wants you. Forever.
The second she is back in Munich and free of commitments, she’s off to a jewellery store to pick out a proper ring for you.
It does not take her long, one of the rings on display standing out to her immediately. The Bayern Munich player had not just saved up for any ring. She had intended on choosing a specific piece, with you in mind.
She knows that’s the one.
On your bedside table, you keep a box with all the rings the hazel eyed woman has given you over the years.
Sydney didn’t even know you were keeping them until you moved in with her.
Seeing the bits of half disintegrated string, ribbon and paper, along with the wonky beaded ring, it had let her know that her proposals mean just as much to you as your answers mean to her.
So it is with confidence that she buys a packet of peach gummy rings on the way home, for old time’s sake.
You’re sitting on the kitchen counter and snacking on some biscuits when she gets back.
‘Hey sonnenschein!’ You greet excitedly.
‘Hello.’ Syd hums.
She pulls herself up onto the counter beside you and happily accepts the kiss that you give her.
‘Want some?’ You offer.
The midfielder smirks, ‘I have something better.’
She shows you the peach gummy rings and you giggle, ‘Just like when we were little?’
‘Just like when we were little.’ She confirms.
With the two of you sharing the gummies, the packet empties quickly.
Sydney takes the last one and holds it out to you, asking, ‘Will you marry me?’
You smile at her.
‘Of course I will Syd. I love you.’
The blonde sighs contentedly and you laugh, taking the gummy ring and beginning to put it on your finger only for her to stop you with a gentle, ‘You can eat it. I got you something that will last much longer.’
‘Yeah?’ You question curiously, expecting another one of her costume jewellery rings as you pop the peach gummy into your mouth.
‘Yes.’
Sydney hops off the counter and reaches into her back pocket.
To your complete surprise, she gets down on one knee and reveals the ring box in her palm.
‘Sonnenschein?’
Your voice is trembling and your heart flutters in all sorts of ways as she opens the box to reveal the most beautiful of rings.
‘I’ve asked you to marry me countless times, with gummies, ring pops, strings, ribbons and beads. You have said yes each time and now I’m asking you one last time after finally getting a proper ring. Will you marry me?’
Sydney’s hazel eyes, the ones you are so in love with are radiant. Her cheeks are blushing a bright pink and easily, you get off the counter.
‘I’ve been saying yes since we were children. My answer won’t change now.’
The midfielder grins, ‘It won’t?’
‘No it won’t.’ You whisper.
Pulling Syd up onto her feet, you kiss her with every ounce of emotion that you have for her.
The safety and comfort you’d felt with her from the very first moment you met, the shyness you had felt when she kissed you for the first time, the pride you feel whenever you watched her play and most of all, the overwhelming love that you feel for her. The love that has been growing since she proposed to you with a peach gummy ring, in the kindergarten playground.
Your sonnenschein gasps against your lips, her hands going to your waist as she steadies herself.
It’s a heated kiss, one that leaves the pair of you breathless.
With closed eyes, she leans her forehead against yours.
‘Say it. Please.’
Her words are barely audible but you hear it all the same.
It is with all the affection in the world that you murmur, ‘Yes. I will marry you Sydney.’
The blonde can’t help eagerly scattering kisses all over your face, punctuating them with the words, ‘I love you. I love you. I love you.’
You laugh and are truly honest when you tell her, ‘I have loved being your almost wife but I think I will love being your wife so much more.’
Syd tilts her head upwards, in a failed attempt to hold her tears back because they slide down her cheeks anyway.
Ignoring your own escaping tears, you delicately wipe hers away.
She soaks in the gesture and quietly but assuredly affirms, ‘I know I will love being your wife.’
Her hands find yours and she slides your old ring off the fourth finger of your left hand, replacing it with her new one.
‘Hopefully this one will last.’ She teases.
You let out a tearful giggle, pressing your lips onto hers once more.
She tastes like peach gummies and it isn’t a proper kiss by any means because the two of you are smiling way too hard but when you draw apart, your words have never been more sure.
‘It will.’
German Translation:
sonnenschein - sunshine
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The next Leah Williamson fic will be out tomorrow morning or later this evening. Leah Williamson x McCabe!Reader, The girlfriend scarer
I’m thinking about writing a Stanway x Lohmann x Reader fic, anyone interested? And also what would you want to read about them?
Anyway, kinda shocked about all the transfers and Sam K’s ACL?!!
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hiii, love your work. could you maybe do a friends to lovers with Sydney lohmann!!
roommates - sydney lohmann
sydney lohmann x reader
description: in which you and your best friend move in together and it completely changes your dynamic, you don’t want to be friends anymore
warnings: little angsty but not much, german is in bold italics!, swearing
a/n: hi!! thanks so much for the love and the request, lovey, hope you enjoy!
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you always hear people say: “don’t move in with your friends. it ruins the relationship”. but in your case, you moving in with your best friend did in fact change the dynamic, but not in the way you both expected.
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you and your long time best friend, sydney, met in the german youth teams. the only times you really got to see each other was during national duties but the two of you were joint at the hip. you talked everyday, texted everyday and when you saw each other again, it felt like no time had passed at all. when you finally got to see one another in person, you were incredibly affectionate.
it was always hard to say goodbye to each other when camp was over, often ending in a tearful hug. while sydney played at bayern munich, you played in england for arsenal.
sydney always told you how proud she was to see you doing so well overseas, though she would notice the way your face would slightly fall every time you talked about england. it’s not that you don’t love it here, you do, it’s been your home for over 5 years and you loved playing for arsenal immensely. but you were homesick, talking to sydney everyday made each day harder than the last.
what sydney didn’t know was that you had gotten offered a contract at bayern and you took it immediately. she’d been talking to you about the new signing and how she had no idea who it was and it made you smile.
“i just want to know who it is, häschen (bunny)” (she loved to call you this, ever since you were little)
“i know who it is” you shrug with a smirk, laughing when the girl’s eyes widen in shock on your screen.
“excuse me? and you didn’t tell me?” she scoffs, narrowing her eyes at your cheesy grin. “do i know her?” she sighs, your grin broadens and you wink at her. “you know her very well, mein liebhchen (my dear)” you mock, her nose wrinkles at the nickname, you loved to take the piss out of her and she knew that.
she guesses random people for a couple of minutes, groaning in frustration when you would shake your head every time with that smirk.
“ugh! i don’t know! next you’re gonna tell me it’s you or something” she huffs out a laugh, looking down at her nails but snapping her head up when your side of the screen went dead silent. she sees you with a bright grin. her mouth opens slightly while she looks at you in disbelief. no one has said anything for a minute, just silence with her looking at you in shock while you grin at her brightly.
“syd” you sing out, she leans forward and covers her face with her hands. “babe, you okay?” you say softly. she shakes her head in response and you can hear her sniff. “are you crying?” you question in shock, she rips her hands off her face and glares at you tearfully. “no” she huffs, roughly wiping a cascading tear from her chin.
“you’re serious?” sydney assured pleasingly, “i’ll be there in 3 months” you affirm, her face finally breaks out into a smile, “i’ve never been so happy, häschen (bunny), but we need to discuss business right now” her face turns stern and you knew not to play around with her anymore.
“well it only makes sense you move into my house, i have a free room that has your name on it” she says simply, her head resting on her hand as she trailed her eyes all over your face. your cheeks turn slightly pink under her gaze, you had to admit you’ve had quite a few romantic feelings towards your best friend but chose not to acknowledge them, she didn’t feel the same and you knew that.
“did you move in there in hopes of me in your second room?” you say cheekily, surprised when she nods slowly. “well, it’s a guest room but i’ve always wanted you to live with me, so yeah, i was hoping” she shrugs, you feel your cheeks grow hot and you step out of the frame, letting out a silent scream off camera.
“hey! we agreed to take each other on the phone wherever you go on the call, kleine (little one)!” she argues, you sit back down at your desk, flustered.
“sorry” you giggle, “are you okay? you look a little flushed” she asks worriedly, you clear your throat and nod, dismissing her quickly which she frowns at. you talk about your days for an hour before you end the call.
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the lead up to the move, you and sydney would call at least 3 times a day. she would call you to ask random things about the house, what you needed, your flight times, what you wanted to do when you landed first. she was so cute, she would melt your heart everytime you answered the phone to her happy voice saying, “hello, häschen (bunny)!”.
when sydney didn’t call you, she was freaking out. she was moving in with the girl she’d been in love with since she was 14 years old. how on earth was she going to survive? all she wishes was that she could tell you, but you most definitely did not feel the same. (dumbasses)
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the day had finally come, you’d landed in germany and you look for a certain blonde that insisted to pick you up from the airport. you walk around for a short time before your eye falls on sydney, looking absolutely beautiful holding a small plush rabbit and a little sign saying: ‘häschen (bunny) ❤️’ her face brightens when she sees you, beckoning you over with an excited smile.
you quicken your pace to her when she opens her arms to you. you walk into her embrace and wrap your arms around her neck while hers tightly hold you at the waist. she presses your body into hers while you share the hug.
“welcome home” she breathes out almost in relief, she tucks her face into the crook of her neck and you stop breathing when you feel her lips graze the skin there. “hi” you rush out, squeezing her tightly before pulling away.
“i think i need to get some england air, how did you manage to become even more beautiful?” she gawks, grabbing your hand and twirling you around. you blush, hard and she notices it and takes a mental note of the interaction to think about for the rest of her life.
you give her a light shove on the arm and both of you smile sheepishly at each other. “you’re absolutely gorgeous, sydney” you say in awe, still holding onto her hand as you look up at her. she feels her heart stop and she forces herself to look away, handing you the toy and the sign while rushing to get your bags.
“syd! no! i’ll do it,” you plead, receiving an icy glare in the process. she smiles as she leads you to her car, handing you the aux cord when you’re seated. you both chat and scream out your favourite songs on the drive to your new home, the two of you stealing glances at each other every couple of seconds.
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once you got to the house, sydney ushers you in while she gets your bags, looking at you nervously while you take in the apartment. “it’s so you, i love it” you smile, walking over to her fridge to see a photo of the both of you. “obviously we’ll redecorate, i was waiting for you” she rubs the back of her neck nervously, grabbing your hand to take you to your room. it was across from hers, plain and simple.
“whenever you need anything, i’ll be right over there, so come and get me” she smiles, bringing your bags in and getting you situated.
you order takeout and spend the night chatting and watching movies with sydney. you were cuddled up under a blanket, sitting extremely close to each other but there was no other way you’d both want to be right now.
“i’m so happy you’re here” she says suddenly when you’re watching the movie, you look over to her direction to see she was already looking at you. she smiles affectionately and your breath hitches. “i’m happy i’m here” you swallow, “with you” you breathe out, sydney flickers her eyes between yours, quickly glancing at your lips before swallowing and looking back into your eyes.
your breathing quickens when you notice her eyes focusing on your lips for a split second. she clears her throat and suddenly stands up from the couch, fake yawning and stretching. you look up at her confused, she seemed like she was going to kiss you, you think something’s wrong.
“h-häschen (bunny), we have training tomorrow and it’s getting late, night!” she laughs nervously, refusing to look you in the eye as she rushes off to her room.
when she gets inside, she repeatedly pounds her head on the back of her door, making you stand from the couch worriedly. you knock gently on the door and she flinches at the sound of your soft voice. “syd? you okay?”
“yep! i’m fine, really tired. good night” she blurts, internally cursing herself for not speaking normally. “okay” you sigh, moving away from the door, “goodnight” you say quickly, you hear her make a noise of acknowledgment and go into your room.
it was embarrassing to admit, but you broke down. it was clear now that she didn’t like you, you needed to pull away.
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“good morning!” she gleams happily when you walk into the kitchen in your bayern training kit. “morning” you say dismissively, brushing past her to get a glass of water. she frowns at seeing your puffy eyes. before you walk away from her, she grips your wrist and pulls you close to her, you can’t look her in the eye without feeling like you’re gonna sob.
she places a finger under your chin to direct your eyes to hers, moving it to cradle the underside of your jaw as she traces her eyes over your face in concern. “what’s wrong, häschen? (bunny)” she says softly, gently rubbing her thumb on the skin of your cheek.
“nothing, i’m okay” you smile and she’s completely unconvinced, “you’d tell me if something’s wrong?” she questions, still holding you to her. you nod your head with a pained smile, squeezing her bicep gently before stepping out of her embrace. you thought, yeah i should just tell her i’m in love with you and she doesn’t feel the same, perfect.
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she drove you both to training, glancing at you consistently with a worried expression. when you got into the change room, you switch completely, happy to see so many old friends at the club. she looks at you in shock, this is the girl she’s used to. something was going on and she was going to get to the bottom of it.
you pair up with svenja for training which leaves sydney completely heartbroken. you always train together. always. she sends you yearning glances as you train with svenja. svenja would have to bite back a laugh every time she caught the girl staring.
“put her out of her misery and tell her you love her” georgia says in your ear while you close your eyes in frustration at feeling sydney’s eyes on you.
you let out a little yelp of surprise when she speaks. “she doesn’t like me” georgia lets out a loud laugh, making you look at her like she was crazy. “you’re insane, doesn’t like you?” she exclaims, grabbing your head and turning it towards sydney, making eye contact before she shys away.
“oh” you say simply, georgia squeezes your shoulder sympathetically. “oh” she mocks, going back to training.
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sydney waits for you after training so she could drive you both home. it was completely silent in the car and borderline awkward. you both had so much to say but didn’t know where to start.
her final straw was when she asked what you wanted for dinner and you just shrugged in response, trying to get away from her as quickly as you could but she grabbed you before you even had a chance.
her hands were splayed on your hips when she presses you against the wall, your breathing turns erratic when you feel her breath fanning your face. “what’s wrong?” she demands, a stern expression evident on her face as she bores her eyes into yours. “nothing” you murmur, she squeezes your hips and your eyes slightly widen. “(y/n) (y/l/n), i know when you’re upset so cut the bullshit, what’s wrong?” she frantically looks at your eyes for an answer.
“i can’t tell you” you whisper, she furrows her eyebrows, “why, häschen (bunny)?” she asks gently, now rubbing comforting circles with her thumbs on your hips. you run your hands over your face in frustration. “i’m too scared” you choke out, tears pooling in your eyes slightly, she instantly cups your face with one of her hands. concerned, she pulls you closer to her, “it’s just me, you can tell me” she reassured, nodding her head at you while you look at her tearfully.
“i love you” your voice catches after you say it, looking at her face nervously to see her reaction. her face instantly softens, “i love you too” she says painfully, just as a friend, she thought, embracing herself for rejection.
“no, sydney” you cry, “i love you” you choke out, tears were falling now, you felt vulnerable under her gaze. “i love you so much” you say again, grabbing her arm that was resting on your cheek.
when she says nothing, you attempt to pull away from her embrace but she smashes her lips on yours. you let out a gasp in surprise but instantly kiss her back, your arms moving to the back of her neck to hold her close while her hand moved to the small of your back to press you against her.
the kiss was almost frantic, saying everything you needed to. your best friend loved you, and you loved her.
“i love you” she breathes out as she pulls away, she cups your face between both of her hands, smiling at you full of affection. “i love you more than anyone” she says against your lips, you smile back at her, closing the gap and pulling her back into a searing kiss, mouths and tongues moving together like a synchronised dance.
her hands move to your legs as she hoists you up on her waist. she holds you close as she walks to the living room, sitting down while you straddle her lap, the kiss never breaking.
in need of air, you separate from her, resting your forehead against hers. both of you giggle as you just look at each other.
you move her hair out of her face, tucking it gently behind her ear. her face burns at your action and you let out a bright laugh. “you just had your tongue in my mouth two seconds ago and me moving your hair is what made you shy, cutie” you coo, kissing her cheek affectionately before pulling back to look at her again.
“stop it” she whines, pulling you into another hug and hiding her face in your neck again. only this time, she spreads numerous kisses over the skin, making you squirm and burn at the contact.
she pulls back satisfied to see your face, “look who’s embarrassed now” she mocks, you roll your eyes at her, about to argue but she pulls you into another kiss, gently laying you down on the couch as she hovers over you.
“you love me” she teases with a smirk, kissing the tip of your nose. “you love me” you sing out, mocking her tone, she nods and caresses your face while looking at you with a lovesick expression.
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after a cuddle session, she insists you get changed to be more comfortable, following you like a lost puppy while you get your clothes, ripping off your training shirt while she admires you, you laugh when she yelps and closes her eyes quickly. “you’ve seen me change before, baby” you tease, her whole body is on fire.
“well, baby” she mocks, “i wasn’t your girlfriend then was i?” she rebuttals, waiting until you changed. “girlfriend?” you tease and watch as her body visibly tenses,
“oh” she ponders, “shit, i knew i forgot something” she curses, grabbing both of your hands while she smiled charmingly at you.
“will you be my girlfriend?” she says adoringly, you giggle and pull her into another quick kiss, “of course, will you be mine?” you smile, she nods instantly, “yes” she says simply and quickly, making both of you laugh.
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when you arrive at training the next day hand and hand, the room easily erupted in cheers, georgia throws you a thumbs up and a wink as you walk passed her.
you and sydney end up staying in her room while your old one becomes a guest room once again. you were both so grateful to have each other. you were also so grateful to have the girl as a roommate for 24 hours.
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Everything is Going to Be Okay (Sydney Lohmann x Reader)
Well hello there! Here is the long awaited (not really) part 2 to How Many People. On a completely unrelated note, school is kicking my ass. But whatever. Also, I just want to note that I am NOT a medical professional. I have no idea if what happens in this fic is actually possible or medically correct. Either way, any feedback good or bad is welcomed! Enjoy!
Part 1 here
Word Count: 5K (can we all just pause and acknowledge this? like guys come on now)
1 Year Ago
“She’s stable, for now. We’re going to be monitoring her carefully for the next few days. Again, we’re confident she’ll recover as much as she can.” You can hear a voice coming from above you, but your mind seems hazy, almost like a fog clouding your thoughts. Something wet lands on your exposed wrist, it feels like water but who would pour water on your arm?
“Okay, thank you, doctor,” a German accent breaks your line of thinking. Wait, you know that voice, Sydney? What was she doing here? What were you doing here? The last thing you remember you were sitting in the middle of the track, about to switch the car off and get out. Now that you think about it, it did sound as if something was getting closer to you. Oh God, had you been hit by another car? Well, that’s not good. A door closed shut, presumably the doctor, leaving just you and Sydney alone. She started to cry, like full-on sobbing. How badly you wanted to reach out and hold her hand, but you couldn’t. Your body was betraying you. Luckily, Sydney slipped her hand into yours and squeezed tightly. “You scared me for a sec, Y/N/N. Wake up, please. Then, everything will be okay, liebe.” Her voice was cracking as she begged you to open your eyes. You couldn’t. You couldn’t reach up and tuck the hair behind her ear, you couldn’t open your mouth and tell her everything was going to be okay. You were useless. Well, you could just try and squeeze her hand. What’s the harm in trying? So, you focused completely on getting your fingers to tighten around hers. Sydney’s head shoots up. The sadness she was previously feeling almost disappeared altogether. “Y/N? Can you hear me?” She gets a squeeze in response, “Oh my God, oh my God.” She clings onto your hand as if it were a lifeline, “I’m going to go get the doctor, okay?” Another squeeze.
9 Months Ago
You had fully woken up four or five hours ago. For a couple of weeks you were just squeezing your girlfriend's hand, today was the day you were finally able to open your eyes. When you woke, Sydney immediately pulled you into a hug, being mindful of your injuries. The nurses did a few checks on you such as checking if you remembered what happened, who you were, and who Sydney was. They were happy to confirm you didn’t suffer any memory loss despite your head trauma. They then left you alone to rest for a couple of hours. Sydney telling you everything that has occurred over the last month. It shook you, how much you had missed and how long you’d been unconscious for. Around six o’clock the doctor came in. He watched the numbers on the machines you were hooked up to, occasionally writing something down on his clipboard. When he was satisfied, he walked to the foot of your bed and carefully removed the bed sheets covering your legs.
“Ms. Y/L/N, I’m not sure if anyone has told you yet, but during your accident, you suffered damage to your spinal cord. I just want to make sure that everything is okay down here,” he explains. He takes out a pen from his pocket and gently pushes it into your foot, “Can you feel this?” You shake your head no. He hums quietly then, he moves it onto your shin, “This?” Nothing. You unknowingly tense, this wasn’t good. He continues to move it further and further up your legs until he gets to just above your hip. Poking it softly he raises his eyebrows to you in question. Finally, you can feel the tip of the pen dig into your skin,
“Yeah, yeah, I can feel that.” He nods curtly.
“Could you try wiggling your toes for me?” Focusing your entire body on getting just one of your toes to move, you groan when you can’t. The doctor mumbles something to himself. He then asks Sydney if he could talk to her outside. Sydney gets up, squeezing your shoulder as she walks past you. You watch them carefully, trying to see if you can lip-read. Spoiler alert: you can’t. As they walk back into the room, Sydney has a sombre look on her face. When she sees you staring she tries to force a smile, but you already knew what was coming.
“So, Y/N-”
“I’m paralyzed, right?” Your question catches both of them off guard. They share a look before Sydney turns to you with a sad look in her eyes. That’s all the confirmation you need. The tears start to flow thick and fast. In an instant Sydney is beside you, comforting you in whatever way she can. She whispers sweet nothings into your ear, trying her best to calm you and reassure you.
“I know it seems like the end of the world, meine liebe. But, you’ll come back better than ever. Everything will be okay,” she whispers sweetly as the sobs coming out of your mouth begin to slow.
7 Months Ago
“Seriously, Y/N?” Sydney’s voice sounds incredulous. She harshly spins your wheelchair around, taking you by surprise. When you meet her eyes you're taken aback to see such fury and frustration in them.
“What? What I’d do?” You ask, not liking the way Sydney looks like she could tear you apart limb by limb.
She scoffs, “Oh please, you know what you did.” It’s when she says those words that you realize what she’s talking about. A frown forms on your face, preparing to defend yourself, but she cuts you off, “Like, seriously, Y/N? What the fuck? You don’t get to say or decide those things.” Her words set you off.
“Oh, I don’t get to make those decisions? Of course, I do! You know who doesn’t get to decide those things? Someone who has no fucking clue what it’s like!” Your voice rises word by word.
Sydney, however, refuses to give up, “Maybe I don’t get to make the decisions, but I get a say in it. They affect me as well. Not everything in this world revolves around you!” At this point, tears are starting to form in her eyes, your fists are clenched, and the words being said are much harsher than originally intended.
“Whatever. I’m a grown fucking adult and I’ll do what I want.” Any hope either of you had for a civil, calm conversation had been thrown out of the window a while ago. The German’s hands fly to her hair, tugging at it.
“Really? Cause right now you’re acting like a child. God, you’re so frustrating! I’ve been doing everything I possibly can for you these last three or four months. I understand that you’re frustrated and that you’re heartbroken, but that doesn’t mean you get to shut me out, okay? I’ve tried to show that I’m here if you need someone to talk to, but what do you do? You bottle it up and then it makes you make stupid decisions like telling your therapist to piss off when she asks about Formula 1 and saying that you don’t ever want to see her again!” She releases a deep breath after her mini-ramble. All of her worries and frustrations from the past few months let out. You stare at her in shock and regret.
With a look of concession you speak quietly, “You’re right, Syd. I shouldn’t have done that, I’ll call her and apologize. I’m sorry, I am, babe.” Blinking, Sydney couldn’t believe it, you had apologized.
“And?” She prompts.
“And I promise I’ll try to talk to you more about those things,” a smile appears across your girlfriend's face.
“See? Wasn’t that hard was it?” You roll your eyes, a playful grin etching itself on your face, “Everything will be okay, right?”
“Yeah, everything will be okay.”
6 Months Ago
“Fuck!” Your swear startles Sydney out of an email she was writing.
“Everything okay, schatz?” She asks, peering out of the office. You had moved to Germany so she could help you with your recovery. Your trainer and physiotherapist had both moved as well. That way everyone you needed to help you was right there. Sydney hated to leave you alone, especially in your current state. So, whenever she had to leave for away games or international duty she would get her mom and dad to come over and watch you. No matter how many times you insisted you were fine alone, they stayed however long they needed to and helped you do everything. Dinner? They made it. Shower? Momma Lohmann is helping you. It embarrassed you to no end. To have your girlfriend's parents look after you as if you were a toddler. It was the topic of many arguments with her, she just never understood why you were so stubborn to the offer of help. To be honest, you didn’t know either. There was just something degrading about it. You were once a role model, a trailblazer in motorsport, a standard for those to come. Now, you couldn’t even make it up one flight of stairs by yourself.
“I spilled my tea. Don’t worry I’ll clean it up,” you call back from the living room.
“No, don’t. It’s okay, you’ve got physio soon. I’ll clean it up when I get back,” your girlfriend walks into the room. You huff slightly and mumble a quiet “okay.”
Arriving at your physio, Sydney waves you goodbye as one of the desk ladies wheels you through the doors and into the main lobby. Your physiotherapist, Emma, smiles at you and takes over pushing your wheelchair towards the back.
“So, how are you feeling today?” She asks happily.
“Same as two days ago,”
“Woah there grumpy pants. It was just a question,” she jokes. Sighing heavily, you give her a more honest answer,
“Em, come on. It’s been what three months? I’m still nowhere near being able to walk again,” Now it’s her turn to sigh,
“Don’t say that. You are making progress. You may not see it, but I can. And I think you’re closer to walking again than you think.” She ignores your scoff and parks you near a massage bed. After a few warm-up exercises, (What you were warming up you had no idea. You couldn’t feel shit.) you maneuver onto the treadmill. However, on this treadmill, there was a harness with two braces that wrapped around your legs. This forces them to move. Emma helps you put the harness on, she turns the treadmill on, starting at an extremely slow speed. Slowly, she increases the speed little by little. When she feels you’ve had enough she stops it and sits you back in your wheelchair. The two of you continue to plow through exercises, everything seems to be going decent until you try to walk by yourself. You had been left unsupervised for no more than two minutes, but your impatient self decided to try and go get your wheelchair that was situated only six feet away from you. You willed your right leg to move forward and take a step, leaning forward slightly, instead, you toppled over face first having to break your fall with your arms. Emma and others had rushed over when they heard you thump against the floor. She, with the assistance of others, helped you into the wheelchair, the chain of curse words that left your mouth conveying just how pissed you were. What was shaping up to be a rare positive session ended instead with you being inconsolably furious. You weren’t mad at anyone, no, you were mad with yourself. In your mind, you were pathetic. How could you not even take one stupid step? You continued to mentally bash yourself, not realizing that Sydney and Emma had sat you in the car. Now, they stood behind the vehicle, Emma filling your girlfriend in on everything. After bidding your friend and physiotherapist goodbye, Sydney got into the car and started the drive home. When she took a peek at you she could tell how in your head you were. Doing the only thing she could think of, she reached across the centre console and intertwined her hand with yours. Your head snapped in her direction, you were confused but you didn’t move your hand away. Stopping at a red light, Sydney turned her head towards you. She spoke quietly,
“I know you’re frustrated, liebe. I would be too. But you have to try and be patient with yourself. It’s a long road and I’m almost positive that one day you’ll reap the rewards.” You smiled at her words, a genuine smile, something Syndey hadn’t seen in a long time. You brought your interlocked hands towards your mouth and planted a kiss on her hand. “Everything will be okay, okay?”
5 Months Ago
“Come on Y/N! You got this!” Emma’s words spur you on. In the past month, you had made significant progress and today was the day you were going to try taking a step. So here you were, on your fourth attempt and while you were beginning to lose confidence, Emma was determined not to let you give up. Taking a deep breath, you will your leg forward. To your and Emma’s amazement, you take a step.
“Holy shit I did it!” You exclaim happily.
“You did it!” Emma screams, bringing you into a tight hug. Before Sydney comes to pick you up you make Emma promise not to tell your girlfriend about your progress, stating that you wanted to surprise her when you can walk more.
Two weeks later, you texted Sydney asking her to come inside because Emma wanted to show her something. So, as the two of them talk about God knows what, you slowly but surely make your way over to her. Emma looks excitedly over your girlfriend's shoulder, continuing to talk to keep her distracted. When you finally get close enough, you reach out and lay your hand on her shoulder. Sydney turns around, her jaw drops when she sees you standing there, your wheelchair far behind you.
“Di-Did you…?” She stutters, extending her hand to hold you. You nod with a stupid grin on your face.
“I did,” you say tears appearing in your eyes. Sydney pulls you into a hug, crying into your neck.
“I’m so, so proud of you, Y/N,” she mutters, still against your neck.
“Thank you, love. And thank you for staying with me,” you say before pulling her into a soft kiss. After a few seconds, you pull away.
“Everything is going to be okay, liebe,” she says into your ear.
3 Months Ago
“You nervous?” You can practically hear the grin on Alex’s face as he speaks up from behind you. His hand lands on your shoulder, bringing a sense of comfort to you. Alex had always been one of your best friends, a friendship that only got stronger when you became teammates. Both of you had done your best to keep in touch throughout your recovery, something that proved difficult. Mostly due to you not wanting anything to do with F1. Some might see it as a terrible coping system, but you saw it as a well-deserved break to mentally reset. Now, after months and months of rehab and hard work, you were finally back where you belonged, in an F1 garage. Williams’ was giving you a test day around Silverstone. On one hand, you were ecstatic to be back, on the other, you and Syndey were scared as hell. While the conditions were perfect, the sun predicted all day with no clouds, and there were no other cars on track, It’s hard to get past those types of things, especially when they hurt you and everyone close to you. One of the main things you were concerned about was Syndey. You weren’t sure if you could, God forbid anything similar happened to you, put her through that again. She was your rock and you had no idea if she could take something as emotionally and physically taxing as that ever again.
“Nah, mate. I’m not nervous at all,” you say sarcastically before moving away from him.
As you walk around the garage you take a good long look at your car. God, your car. Something you hadn’t been able to say in forever. Someone walks up from behind you and snakes their arms around your waist. You lean back into your girlfriend's arms as she leans forward slightly and talks into your ear,
“You’re gonna do great, I just know it.” Turning around so you’re facing her, the bright smile that Syndey and the world love so much tugs at your lips.
“Yeah I know, I’m more worried about you,” you joke lightly. She feigns offence at your words.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m always as cool as a cucumber when you’re racing.” A laugh escapes from you and you kiss the underside of her jaw sweetly.
“Y/L/N! We’re ready, wanna get in?” An engineer shouts at you, breaking the two of you out of your trance. You nod, the soft look you had instantly replaced with one of pure determination. Pulling away from your girlfriend, you look at her,
“Everything will be okay, Syd.” She raises her eyebrows but doesn’t say anything. Instead, she presses one last kiss on your forehead and moves to put some headphones on, leaving you alone. Taking a deep breath, you begin to put your earplugs in, then you tuck your hair in as you put your balaclava on. Finally, you slip the custom-designed crash helmet over your head and connect the HANS device to your neck. Approaching your car, a few of the mechanics give you fist bumps and words of encouragement. There are a few cameras located inside and outside of the garage, one of them being the social media manager. You give a thumbs up and wink at her, something that you’re sure will end up all over TikTok and Instagram later, but whatever. You step over the halo, your eyes squint due to the big smile under your helmet. After taking a few breaths in and out, you slide down into the cockpit. Someone helps you with the seatbelts and headrest, they give you a quick thumbs up before retracting their hand from the cockpit. Your engineer gives you the go-ahead to start the engine, and when you switch it on the entire car rumbles to life. It’s a surreal feeling, the way your entire world vibrates with its power. The front jackman signals for you to pull out of the garage. When you press the throttle, everything goes silent. As you pull out of the pit lane and head onto the actual track, the rest of the world falls away, It’s just you and your car. Nothing else in the world matters right now. For the first time in months, you’re doing what you do best, driving at crazy speeds like a madman. When you come across the start/finish line to complete your first lap in an F1 car in over nine months the entire garage breaks out in applause. Sydney can feel the tears flowing down her cheeks, but unlike the last time you were in an F1 car, they were happy tears. The world and your lives were somewhat going back to normal. Finally.
2 Weeks Ago
“Here we are for the 2024 Hungarian Grand Prix! And Martin, the biggest story of the week, Y/N Y/L/N is making her long-awaited return to Formula 1 after her horrific accident last year in Spa,” Crofty’s cheery voice crackles through the TV speakers in your driver room.
“That’s right, Crofty. She has had to endure one of the most challenging journeys we’ve ever seen. And I think everyone inside of the F1 community is rooting for her this weekend. So far, everything has been smooth sailing for her. She put in a mighty performance in qualifying, only three spots back from her teammate, Alex Albon, who qualified a magnificent P2. And that Williams has looked quite speedy around this track and I’m sure both drivers are hoping to make the podium, at least.”
“How are you feeling?” Your girlfriend's sweet voice brings you back to reality.
“Good, yeah great, good,” you say very unconvincingly. She just laughs at you, but before she can say anything in response, a series of loud splats hitting the window makes you both look at it. To both your dismay and worry, the heavens decide to open up there and then. “Shit,” you mutter under your breath.
“Hey, hey. Don’t worry about that. You’ve been doing so well, a little rain isn’t going to change that,” Sydney takes a seat beside you and cradles your face in her hands.
“I can’t do it, Syd. I can’t,” You feel yourself start to hyperventilate. Your mind races, thinking about all the bad outcomes, thinking about what happened last time.
“Look at me, liebe. You can do it and you will. I know you, nothing ever stops you and this definitely won’t. You’ve worked so frickin’ hard for this. I’ve watched it, I’ve watched how you never gave up. This is your time. Show them just how amazing you are, schatz. Show them.” Her pep talk has its desired effect, it eases your worries and helps you prepare for the race.
Walking around the grid, you take it all in. A year of pain and hard work finally paid off. Multiple people come up to you before the race and wish you luck, something you appreciate but don’t care for. As you sit inside the car with your helmet on, everything seems quiet. All weekend everyone wanted to talk to you and they always asked the same questions. At first, you didn’t mind it, just happy to be back. But, after a bit, it got annoying having someone try to follow you every minute. Inside your car, however, it was just you, you couldn’t hear anyone else, everyone just left you alone.
“Thirty seconds until the green light,” your engineer, Gaetan, spoke through your earpiece. You run through your final preparations before the formation lap was started. When the green light is given, you weave around the track attempting to warm up your tyres while Gaetan confirms the race strategy. Parking in your grid spot, you ready yourself with the clutch.
“It’s five red lights and away we go for the Hungarian Grand Prix!”
At the end of lap 1, you’re up to P4 after starting fifth. Alex had dropped down to P3, putting you right behind him. A few more laps pass by and you begin to get frustrated behind your teammate,
“Guys, come on. I’m faster than him.” Sydney and Lily watch anxiously from the garage.
“We’ll give it one more lap, Y/N. If he doesn’t improve we will switch the cars,” Gaetan responds. When Alex doesn’t improve the next lap, he lets you by and sets you free. Now, you had clean air and lots of time to make up. Over the next twenty laps, you gradually close the gap between you and the top two, Carlos Sainz and Max Verstappen. When the three of you come in for your pit stops, you were just under two seconds back from them. Alex had pitted a few laps before, trying to pull off the undercut on you guys.
“And what’s this? Oh no, Martin, Sainz has had a slow stop! Oh goodness, the tyres weren’t ready! This might just play into Y/N Y/L/N and Williams’ hands.” After a smooth stop from your guys, you rejoin the track ahead of Sainz and into P2.
“So we’re P2 and Alex is P3,” your engineer tells you.
“Really? Oh, wow. Good job guys,” your surprised tone makes a few people chuckle. The race progresses and try as you might, you just can’t get close enough to get by Verstappen. By the time the second pit stops comes around you are 1.2 seconds behind him, only getting near enough to attempt one or two overtakes. With less than twenty laps to go, a sense of urgency overcomes you. You start to push a little harder. Eventually, you get DRS on Max, you draw closer and closer on the main straight, but not quite close enough to make a dive bomb. After a few more laps of getting closer but still being too far, on lap sixty-one of seventy you stick close to his gearbox the entire lap. Following close through the corners and gaining the slipstream on the limited straights around the Hungaroring. When the two of you arrive on the main straight you open your rear wing and tuck in behind him for the slipstream. Getting closer and closer, you pull to the inside and draw alongside him. Heading into the first turn, you have the inside line, but leave enough room for him on the outside. He keeps his foot in and stays level with you then, heading into turn two, the sweeping left-hander, you keep your nose in front of him. And you hit the throttle quicker letting you pull in front of him. Verstappen has to concede the position and you take the lead of the Grand Prix. The Williams garage erupts, everyone is losing their shit. For the first time in forever, one of their cars is leading a race. Sydney has the biggest grin on her face, she has no chance of hiding how proud she is. For the last nine laps you defend like your life depends on it. Max throws everything at you, but each time you turn him away skillfully.
“As she rounds the final bend, it’s a fairytale story for Y/N Y/L/N and Williams. Almost a year since one of the worst accidents the F1 community has seen, she returns and in her first race back,
Y/N Y/L/N WINS THE HUNGARIAN GRAND PRIX!”
When you cross the line you put your head in your hands and cry. The darkest time of your life had ended and you had come through, better than ever.
“Oh my God, mate! You did it! You’ve won a Grand Prix, congratulations!” Gaetan sounds elated over the radio and you can’t blame him.
“Holy shit, guys. I’m crying, stop. Thank you everyone so, so much for all your hard work and for supporting me throughout everything. I couldn’t ask for a more amazing team, thank you.” Your stifled sobs break up your words, but the words still get out. Stopping in front of the first place sign, you take a moment inside of the cockpit to just calm down. Unbuckling and removing the headrest, you step out of the car and stand on top of it raising your arms in triumph. Everyone cheers for you as you wave at the crowd. You rush to your team and jump into they’re awaiting arms. After celebrating with your team for a few seconds, you look for your girlfriend. She waves to get your attention, you grin and make your way over to her. She pulls you into a bone-crushing hug. Pulling away, she tilts her forehead against your helmet-covered one.
“Everything’s okay,” she mumbles to you. A stupid smile appears on your face as you reply,
“Yeah, everything is okay, love.”
Present Day
“Liebe? Are you sure you want to do this?” Your girlfriend appears in front of you, a concern clear upon her features. Sighing, your hand runs over the scar on the side of your head, a nervous habit you developed during your recovery. Sydney gently takes your hand and interlocks your fingers with hers. Her heart breaks when she looks into your eyes and finds them glossed over with tears. “You know you don’t have to do this, Tom will understand if you back out,” she tries to reassure you. You shake your head,
“No, no. I want to do this. It’s time.” She looks at you warily before releasing your hand from hers. Tom Clarkson, the host of the F1: Beyond the Grid podcast, had come to you a few weeks ago asking if you would like to come onto the podcast and share your story. You, of course, had said yes, not hesitating much about it, Sydney on the other hand was much more cautious about it. It took you months and months before you were able to express your feelings to her, now you were just supposed to share your insane story to the entire world? She was praying that everything would go smoothly and that you wouldn’t close off after. As you sat down and adjusted the mic on the desk to sit closer to you, Tom quickly ran through some of the topics he was going to question you about. While most of them were touch subjects, you felt comfortable enough to talk about them. Especially with Sydney sitting not too far away.
“After one of the most terrifying incidents the F1 world has seen in recent memory, she’s completed one of the most outstanding comebacks we’ve ever seen,” Tom introduces you into the podcast and you guys fall into a relaxed conversation for a few minutes. “Now, Y/N, today marks exactly one year since your accident. How are you feeling about that?” You gulp. It was odd to think that it only happened a year ago.
“Um, yeah, definitely crazy. I feel I’ve come so far and had to overcome so many obstacles. I don’t think I would’ve been able to return if not for the many people around me who helped me during my recovery.”
He nods, “Anyone specifically who made a big difference?”
“My girlfriend. She was and is my rock, looking back at it I realize how much of an asshole I was to her and how much she looked out for me when she didn’t have to,” you explain, a love-struck smile on your face. Tom chuckles at your expression before asking the next question,
“So, was there any mantra or saying that inspired you over the last year?” Your smile gets wider and you nod excitedly. “There was? What was it?” You look over at Sydney before answering.
“Everything is going to be okay.”
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Sydney ficlet, one where Syd is absolutely smitten with the R and everyone always makes fun of them for it but it’s cute so it doesn’t matter
clingy. | Sydney Lohmann
Sydney and you hadn’t been dating that long, but you were past the stage of first-time awkwardness. So much so that you barely let go of each other and were touching one another at least every second of every minute.
You were so comfortable in your relationship that you both knew every single detail about one another. One of Sydney’s was that she was extremely clingy when she was tired.
You and the team were out drinking after winning the league, you watched carefully as she drunk one too many beers, knowing exactly what she was going to be like in a few hours.
Sat in one of the booths, you watched on as Sydney became sloppy on the dance floor, rubbing her eyes from time to time. Your eyes caught hers as she looked around, ultimately stumbling over to where you were sat with a few others.
“You okay?” You asked loudly enough over the music, lifting your chin from your hand as she crawled on the booths seat further towards you.
“Baby, there’s enough room for you to sit in your own place.” You exclaimed as she whined placing herself in your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck as she placed her chin on your shoulder.
The position was awkward to say the least, the clubs air being extremely muggy and the space between your seat and the table not being very wide, shifting yourself up straighter.
You heard Georgia and Lina chuckle from the other side of the table, yourself trying to peak over Sydney’s shoulder but finding a mass of her hair in the way, brushing it aside.
“You can’t seem to keep either of your hands away from each other, honestly get a room.” Lina quipped as she smirked behind her glass, making eye contact with you before your rolled your eyes.
“We’re only sitting together.” Sydney’s face was revealed as she turned her head out of your neck, showcasing a small pout.
“Yeah.. on top of her.”
You giggled and she turned her face to you, still sporting the same look and casually slipping herself off of your lap but with her legs still over you.
“What’s with the look, grumpy?” You asked searching her face, finding an random eyelash on her cheek and lifting your hand up to brush it off.
“‘m tired.” Her arms were still crossed as she fell back into you, her face taking its place in your neck again as you rubbed her thigh.
“Yeah, thought so.. do you want to leave soon?” You whispered as you nuzzled your mouth into her hair, pressing light kisses.
She lifted her face up again, her position making her look up at you again before climbing back in your lap again and taking your cheeks in her hands.
She bit her lip as she stared down at her and your hands traveled down her back as low as they could.
She pressed her lips against yours, her hair covering each side of your face, consequently hiding yourselves from your teammates eyes.
The drastic mood change wasn’t unusual for Syd, alcohol normally affecting her like this.
You heard a shuffle from the other side and a collection of glasses clattering together, you guessed it was the girls going to get another round. You didn’t blame them.
Sydney placed her over leg over your lap to straddle you as you tucked her hair behind your ear for better access.
Your hot moment was broken off by a wet splash hitting the sides of your faces, pulling apart from each other.
“You guys are disgusting! No fun.” Klara was leant over the seat, a glass of water in her hand but she made the mistake of placing it on the table, allowing Syd to reach over and grab it.
“Sydney, no!” She made it look like she was going to pour it all over her, before you intervened, Sydney doing exactly what you said in the blink of a second.
“Aha, you’re so whipped.” Klara egged her on again and this time you didn’t stop Sydney from making an effort of splashing her, though, she only caught her a little bit as she didn’t want to leave your arms.
“Okay, that’s enough. How about we drink the water instead, okay?” You raised your eyebrows as you pushed the glass towards her, giving her a pat on the bum.
“Can we go home now? I want cuddles.”
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My heart is numb, has no feelings
Comforming Sydney after she put soul and heart into the game, but it wasn't enough
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