#fcb frauen

[alexbkrieger13]

Magda was like : babe be for real and give me your fvcking hand haha

#So unintentionally hilarious #magdalena eriksson #pernille harder #hardersson #woso #fc bayern frauen #fcb frauen #denwnt #swewnt

[katelynnwrites]

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

#sydney lohmann #sydney lohmann x reader #sydney lohmann imagine #woso #woso x reader #woso imagine #fcb frauen #gerwnt #dfb frauen #woso fanfics #woso fanfic #woso community #katelynnwrites

[carolineshairtie]

Pernille: So for our wedding I'd like-

Magda: Wedding? What wedding? We aren't even engaged yet.

Pernille: OHHHHH so that's what I forgot to do yesterday.

#woso #woso incorrect quotes #woso incorrect #bayern #woso imagine #barca femeni #woso fanfics #woso soccer #woso community #bayern münchen #bayern frauen #fcb frauen #magdalena eriksson #pernille harder

[pnsteblnme]

tattoos together ✿ g.s.

pairing: georgia stanway x reader

summary: georgia gets her first tattoo, even if it doesn't go according to her plan.

warning: none i think? just my writing :o

word count: 2.7k

a/n: i got this request a couple days ago, i hope you enjoy it!

you can find part two here :)

“Welcome in, how can I…,” removing your gaze from the sketch you were about to put away, your eyes connected with pools of glistening honey, irises swirling like sweet nectar. Feeling yourself drowning in the warm haze of brown, your breath getting caught in your throat and your mouth opening, you shook yourself out of your daze, “…help you.”

Flinching after your last words came out embarrassingly breathless, you sent an awkward smile that turned into a real one when the blonde girl looked at you with nothing but kindness, “Hey, I had an appointment for today.”

You scanned the calendar on the desk in front of you, “Georgia, right?”

Nodding her head, said girl let her eyes travel over your form as you stood up. She couldn’t help but study the intricate tattoos that adorned your arms, wanting to trace them and longing to discover their meanings. The initial apprehension about getting her first tattoo diminished as she admired yours, thinking that if yours looked this immaculate, she wouldn’t have to worry.

Another thing that calmed her uneasiness was not only the very attractive welcoming artist but also the atmosphere of the room.

Unlike many other tattoo shops with a rather gloomy and dark-esque appearance, this one felt like reconnecting with an old friend.

The soft scratching of Cindy Lauper’s ‘Time After Time’ coming from the boxes next to a vinyl collection in the left corner filled her ears. Sunbeams bestowed the room with a glow as orange as marigolds blooming in the late spring and the candles lit on the windowsill filled the air with a vanilla scent.

White walls were decked with hundreds of sketches varying in size and drawing style, most in black and white with a few colourful specks in between.

The wooden front desk harmonised perfectly with the brown leather seat to the left of the room, as well as the stems of the numerous plants that were scattered all around.

Comfort.

That was the only word that came to Georgia’s mind when she finished looking around, feeling the knot in her gut loosen and her stiff shoulders relax.

“What can I do for you?”

Pools of honey meeting the ocean, the blonde girl smiled, “I want to get a tattoo!”

“Well, then you’re at the right place,” you chuckled teasingly, the corners of your mouth turning up.

Seeing Georgia rolling her eyes, you continued, “Do you have an idea of what you want, or would you like some inspiration?”

“I think I know what I want,” thoughts running through her mind at a hundred miles per hour making her unsure once more.

Watching the woman twiddle the rings on her fingers, you send her an encouraging smile, “Okey dokey, if you’d take a seat in that chair over there, I’ll get my stuff and we can get started.”

Georgia shuffled to the left with her hands slightly shaking, not knowing if the cause of that were the gleaming smiles sent her way or rather the fact that she was about to permanently mark her skin.

“So, what would you like me to do?” you questioned as you rolled towards her with your chair, putting on your gloves and setting up everything you needed on the tray next to the woman.

Taking out her phone, tapping a few times and turning the screen in your direction, she replied, “Could you do this one?”

On her phone screen, you could see a small, delicate ghost, your mind instantly jumping to all the customers that had gotten two of them tattooed as a tribute to their favourite song.

“Of course, where do you want it?”

“Here,” she pointed to a spot on her left forearm.

Nodding your head, you quickly but neatly drew the ghost onto a white paper, before asking her if the drawing was according to her idea. When you got a positive response, you put the carbon paper under your sketch and went over the lines again, the ink sticking to the back of your drawing.

You swiftly put antiseptic on her arm and hovered the paper over her skin, “Right here?” She wordlessly moved her head up and down once more and you gently pressed it down before removing it after a few seconds, leaving behind the temporary ink in the form of a ghost.

“Okay, are you ready?”

Georgia could hear her heartbeat in her ears, a lump forming in her throat, that she almost audibly gulped down, a breathless exhale escaped her mouth, “I think so, yeah.”

After turning on the needle and noticing her jump a little at the buzzing that sizzled through the air, you tried to comfort her the best you could, with the most reassuring look you could muster.

When you neared her arm though and she started squirming in her seat, you pulled back and reached for her hand resting on the chair, which was holding the brown leather in a tight grip, her knuckles turning white, “Is everything all right?”

Both of you ignoring the tingles that shot through your bodies when your hands touched, a shaky sigh left Georgia’s lips, “I’m just nervous, this is my first time getting a tattoo and I just don’t know how any of this works or if this hurts and I don’t want to do something I’ll regret,” she let out in one big breath.

“There’s no need to worry, you can go home and see what it’s like with the tattoo and when it comes off and you decide that you don’t want it, that’s totally fine,” you told her with warm eyes, “and if you do like it, that’s fine too, you can come back and we can do it whenever you want, whenever you’re ready.”

Feeling like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders after your words, Georgia’s mind slowed down a bit, allowing her to gather her thoughts, “But I don’t want to be a wuss now and regret it as soon as I get home.”

Not being able to stop the words tumbling out of her mouth, the blonde shared her inner conflict, “Like on the one side I really want this but on the other, I’m afraid it’s not the right thing, you know?”

Letting the statement run through the air for a moment, your eyes ran over her face, “Can I say something?”

“Sure, go on,” Georgia confirmed, her hands starting to twist her rings again.

“I think that it’s better to look back on your life and say ‘I can’t believe I did that’ than to look back and say ‘I wish I did that,” you explained before taking a deep breath, trying to find the right words to express your thoughts, “Life shouldn’t be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely, but one that should be lived to the fullest, even if it means being worn out in the end. One where you embrace every moment, take risks, I don’t know, dance in the rain with your favourite people, even if you get weird looks from everyone else.”

After not getting a response from the blonde after a few beats, you realised that maybe your words didn’t make as much sense as they did in your head and continued, “What I’m trying to say is that twenty years from now, you’ll be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the things you did do. I can’t tell you what you should or shouldn’t do, but I know that life isn’t meant to be lived perfectly, it’s merely meant to be lived. Boldly, uncertainly, imperfectly, kindly, however you want to, just don’t let fear take that choice away from you.”

Somehow, the words that had left your lips with the sunlight sparkling in your eyes and a passion coating your voice drew the blonde further into the spell you had mysteriously put on her, leaving her speechless, until you let out an awkward chuckle, hand scratching the back of your neck, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to give this big ass monologue.”

Feeling a laugh bubbling up inside of her and forgetting her rapid heartbeat for a moment, she shook her head, “No, no, don’t apologise, I mean, you did kind of sound like my Nan, but it was still great.”

When she heard the melodious sound of your laughter, she knew she was a goner, butterflies dancing around her stomach and warmth crawling its way through her whole body.

You took the missing statement about her tattoo as her still being uncertain, “We can start with something smaller if you’re not sure about the ghost.”

Still being faced with an apprehensive look, you took off your left glove, quickly spraying a bit of antiseptic onto the inside of your wrist, before turning the needle on and guiding it over your skin, “Look, it doesn’t even hurt.”

Brown eyes widened, rosy lips parted, a flabbergasted look crossed her face, “Jesus Christ, what did you do?!”

Wiping over the ink once more, you turned your wrist towards her, a cheeky smile resting on your lips that resembled the one of the smiley face you now had resting on your left arm, “Tada!”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you just did that,” the shock was still palpable in her voice, “Won’t you regret that though?”

You put away the needle and turned to face the girl on the brown chair, shaking your head, “I almost never regret anything, because I believe that every little detail of your life is what made you into who you are.”

“Deep down you’re actually a wise old man, aren’t you?” questioned Georgia with a raised eyebrow, your laughter filling the room once more.

“Maybe so,“ you shrugged your shoulders, “but back to you and don’t try to change the subject!”

“I can give you one of these little dudes if you want?” pointing to the ink that you’d just put on your arm.

“It’s not very big, so you can see what it feels like and we’d be matching, so you’ll always remember the wise old man that gave you your first tattoo.”

This time, the chuckles that rang through the room came from the blonde, “Okay, yeah, let’s do it.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do, like I said, you can always go home.”

With affirmation in her voice, Georgia declared, “I’m sure!”

“Great, let’s do this,” you put your glove back on, disinfected her left wrist and grabbed the needle from the tray, before turning it on.

When you felt her right hand gripping your left one with a tight grip, you squeezed it, hoping to at least bring her some comfort as you began the procedure.

After tracing the last line, you wiped away the residue and turned everything off before raising your head to meet the pools of honey watching your every move, “See, it wasn’t that bad, was it?”

If the way the corners of Georgia’s lips turned upwards was anything to go by, you had your answer, feeling elated about her reaction, even without getting an answer from the girl.

Not noticing that you were waiting for a response, she gazed at the tiny smiley face resting on the inside of her left wrist, that would forever remind her of this day. Suddenly, she felt at ease, something that hadn’t even crossed her mind when she initially thought about getting her first tattoo. She couldn’t explain it, but something about the way you listened to her and tried to support her through this process, overall your gentle nature, made her feel like she was walking on fluffy pink clouds.

“Thank you so much,” Georgia breathed out with a heavy voice.

“No problem! If I ever see you again, I hope it's with more of those, I think it’d suit you very well.”

Lowering her head, praying to god that you couldn’t see the heat that rushed to her cheeks, she mumbled a shy ‘thanks’ before asking you how much she had to pay.

Your answer only intensified the red hue of her face, “Don’t worry about it, I like contributing to the gay panic everyone will have when they see you with tattoos.”

Stammering a final ‘thank you’ and sending you what should’ve been a thankful look but turned out to be more of a blushing grimace, she made her way to the door.

When she tried to push the door though, the flustered mess that was Georgia realised too late that she should’ve pulled on it instead, her head connecting with the glass with a dull thud.

The sound of stifled giggles filled her ears as you held your hand in front of your mouth, trying to stop them from escaping. You couldn’t help but think that this was one of the most adorable things you’ve ever witnessed. The blonde turned to you, face beet red, slender fingers raising in an awkward wave as she hastily opened the door, almost tripping on her way out before half sprinting out of your eyesight.

Two days later, your mood instantly brightened when you saw who had stepped into your store.

“Back for some more wisdom from the old man?” you jested, a playful smirk resting on your face.

Georgia playfully put a hand on her chest and let out a big sigh, “I just don’t know what to do with my life without your wise words.”

Dropping her faux sad demeanour, she walked towards the front desk, where you were drawing something she couldn’t make out, “Well lucky for you, I just discovered my new favourite quote!”

You cleared your throat as if preparing for a big speech and started as serious as you could, “‘They whispered to her ’you can’t withstand the storm’,” pausing dramatically for a few seconds, “‘She whispered back ’I am the storm’.”

“Wow, I don’t… I don’t know what to say, I’m just- I mean that’s so inspiring,” stuttered Georgia, wiping away a fake tear with her hand.

Dropping her sad demeanour, she sent you a grin, “I’m ready for the ghost now!”

“Seriously? That’s amazing!” you exclaimed, clapping your hands together and rocking on the balls of your feet.

Walking her over to the leather chair, the conversation between you flowed easily, like a message in a bottle slowly but surely reaching its designated shore, making it feel like no time had passed when you finished the tattoo.

This time, Georgia left the store with a ghost adorning her left arm and an even wider smile on her face, as she was able to avoid embarrassment during her departure.

“I mean, not that I’m complaining, but you know that you can get multiple tattoos done in one day, right?” you questioned her, raising your eyebrow teasingly.

Seeing her head dropping and the way she started rocking on her feet while twiddling the rings on her fingers, you felt your stomach drop, thinking that you had said something wrong.

Before you could open your mouth to apologise, you were interrupted by Georgia muttering something under her breath. You strained your ears to make out the words but failed miserably.

“Sorry, could you repeat that?”

The girl let out a nervous sigh and muttered again, “I know, but I still need to figure out how to get a grip and ask you out.”

Butterflies danced around in your stomach, making you grin like a fool, “Well then make as many appointments as you need,” you sent a wink her way.

That day she left with a game of noughts and crosses on her shoulder and a newfound determination to ask you out. Her walk home was filled with a million thoughts running through her head, asking the street lights if it would work out in the end.

The next day she showed up at your store with a bouquet of beautifully blooming flowers in her hand, sweating buckets, hoping you couldn’t tell just how nervous she was.

Your cheeks hurt from not being able to stop grinning like a cheshire cat, as you excitedly accepted her offer.

If anyone were to walk through the door, they would be met with two hearts rapidly beating and two smiles lighting up the entire room.

#woso #woso x reader #georgia stanway #georgia stanway x reader #woso fanfics #engwnt #fcb frauen

[midnight-ramblingswfc]

Alright that’s cute

#pernille harder #magdalena eriksson #fcb frauen #fc bayern munchen frauen #bayern munich frauen

[tresjoline]

🔥🔥🔥

#good morning #happy monday #magdalena eriksson #weronika zawistowska #fc bayern frauen #fcb frauen #180224

[caskett007]

The shoe saga continues - syd pets the shoe

#fc bayern #pernille harder #fcb frauen #hardersson #magdalena eriksson #game content team hardersson #dfbpokal #sydney lohmann

[woso-lover]

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

Masterlist

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.

#woso x reader #sydney lohmann x reader #woso imagine #woso one shot #woso #dfb frauen #dfb team #sydney lohmann #fcb frauen #fc bayern frauen

[meaphs]

tuva?? hahhah

also magda and p sitting next to each other🫶🏼

#sarah zadrazil #pernille harder #georgia stanway #glodis viggosdottir #lea schüller #klara bühl #giulia gwinn #ines belloumou #alexander straus #jovana damnjanovic #magdalena eriksson #mala grohs #linda sembrant #anna wellmann #tuva hansen #fc bayern frauen #fcb frauen

[batllethinker]

Hardersson photodump

#hardersson #pernille harder #magdalena eriksson #woso couples #swewnt #denwnt #fcb frauen

[alexbkrieger13]

When your competitive side said "if my gf could learn german so can I" but now you're facing the reality of a hard language:

https://twitter.com/luisa_srml/status/1782496011920818661?t=xSVctdJL6CK_Y_tv_fplZA&s=19

#🤣 poor bean #magdalena eriksson #swewnt #woso #pernille harder #fc bayern frauen #fcb frauen

[katelynnwrites]

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.

******

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.

******

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

#sydney lohmann #sydney lohmann x reader #sydney lohmann imagine #woso oneshot #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #woso fanfics #woso community #fcb frauen #gerwnt #dfb frauen #fc bayern frauen #katelynnwrites

[glimmerofawesome]

#pernille harder #fcb frauen #bayern munich frauen #bayern munich v fortuna sittard #september 1 2023 #preseason 2023 #pernille gifs #pernille harder goals #15:18

[pnsteblnme]

tattoos together (2) ✿ g.s.

pairing: georgia stanway x reader

summary: georgia goes on her first date with you, even if it doesn't go according to her plan.

warning: reader being an idiot, a bit angsty but with a fluffy ending, i promise!

word count: 3.3k

a/n: this is part two of tattoos together, i hope you like it :)

“Fuck, I’m gonna be late,” grumbled Georgia as she hastily stormed through her house, trying to gather everything she needed, while simultaneously thinking of what to wear. 

Stumbling into her walk-in closet, the blonde rummaged through the compartments, throwing everything she didn’t deem impeccable behind her in what looked like the Gordian knot. 

After changing her outfit five more times, she finally settled for some oversized blue jeans with a white top and practically ran out of her front door, double-checking that she had everything. 

She decided to walk to the spot they had agreed to meet at, hoping that it would clear her mind and settle her nerves at least a tiny bit.

When Georgia spotted a blue sign, adorned with wooden swirls, that said ‘Beachwood Café’ a few metres ahead of her, she took out her phone. 

13:56. 

Letting out a huge sigh of relief, she opened the door with shaky hands, not being able to stop the butterflies in her stomach. She sat down at a table next to one of the big windows and couldn’t stop her leg from bouncing up and down nor her hands from spinning the rings on her fingers.

‘Okay, you need to calm down, girl. She wouldn’t want to sit in front of a stuttering, sweating and shaking idiot.’ she told herself as she put both her feet firmly on the ground, trying to slow down her rapid heartbeat.

Georgia let her gaze travel outside of the café, watching as various people travelled down the street. 

Hearing footsteps approaching her, she looked up only to be met with the face of a waiter clutching a notepad in his hands, “What can I get for you?”

“Oh, I’m still waiting for someone.”

“All right then, I’ll be back later,” he announced with a friendly smile before walking away.

She looked down at her phone again. 

14:01. 

‘Wow,’ she didn’t know how time had passed this quickly as she expectantly looked to the entrance, wishing for the bell to chime, announcing that you had arrived. 

Her smile dimmed a little when the sound of the bell did ring through the room and it wasn’t you but some old man walking into the café. 

Thinking that you were probably just stuck in traffic, she decided to scroll through Instagram, hoping to pass some time and maybe even take her mind off of the fact that her leg was still bouncing, almost making the table rattle. 

14:18. 

Getting so lost in her phone, she didn’t notice the time and quickly shot her head up from her phone. She looked around, praying that you were sitting at another table and just didn’t notice her. 

When she glanced at every other person and still hadn’t found you, a frown made its way to her face, feeling an uncomfortable sensation fill her stomach as her head hung low. 

She decided that she would wait a few more minutes, hoping that you were just held up somewhere and weren’t standing her up. 

14:39. 

Georgia could feel tears welling up in her eyes, her frustration growing by the minute. She couldn’t believe that she had been this excited for someone who didn’t even have the guts to tell her that she wasn’t coming. 

The blonde wanted to text you. Ask why you didn’t show up, ask if she had completely misread your intentions, but her pride wouldn’t let her. 

She wasn’t about to text you when she had just wasted almost an hour of her life waiting eagerly for you to walk in. Her stomach flipped, not in the way that it usually did when she thought of you, but in a way that made her feel nauseous. 

Seeing the pitying glance the waiter sent her way, she could almost feel the tears falling down her cheeks, just barely peeking over the rim of her eyelid, causing her to stand up hastily and hurry out of the entrance. 

Unlocking her front door, she threw her keys into a bowl and flopped down on her couch grumpily. She just wanted to forget this ever happened, but when her eyes caught the smiley face resting on her left wrist, she knew she couldn’t. 

Couldn’t forget the way your smile made her feel all mushy inside. Couldn’t forget the way your voice calmed her. Couldn’t forget the way your gentle touch made her heart race again. But what bothered her the most, was that she couldn’t forget the feeling that overcame her when you didn’t show up. 

She felt like a bride deserted at the altar. Even if she knew that you had only seen each other a handful of times and that this seemed a bit dramatic, this is what she imagined being left at the altar felt like. 

Her standing there, excited, eager for you to walk down the aisle. Slowly losing hope that you would even show up. Devastation flowing through her whole body. Her downcast and tearful expression for all to see, pitying looks from everyone in the room. 

The couch dipping beside her, made her look up, seeing Alessia, who had stayed the night, with a smile on her face, “How was your date?”

Georgia’s corners of her mouth dropped even further, if possible, and she grumbled quietly, “I don’t wanna talk about it,” before leaning over to her friend, hiding her head in the crook of her neck, hoping to disappear from the face of the earth. 

Two days later, the blonde had just come home from a tremendously tiring training session, when she heard her phone bing.

She picked it up, not thinking anything of it. But when she read who the message was from, the sip of water she was gulping down came back up, making her cough a few times, hitting her chest to get the liquid out. 

y/n :)

hii! 

i was wondering if you were just running a bit late, or if something came up and we have to do a rain check on our date? <3

georgia 

??

are you being serious?

The incredulous look on her face would’ve been funny, if it wasn’t under these circumstances. Mouth gaping, eyes wide and eyebrows furrowed, she looked at her phone as if someone told her her tickets for the Eras Tour were a scam. 

y/n :)

uhh, did i miss something? 

georgia

so is that just something you do?

stand up your date and then pretend like it didn’t happen?

She knew she was being petty but she couldn’t help it. Disappointment mixed with embarrassment still flowed through her veins, making her see red. 

y/n :)

what are you talking about? 

i didn’t do that

This time Georgia let out an audible groan, not believing how someone could be this cruel and then lie about it. 

georgia

what do you call not showing up to an agreed-on date then?

y/n :)

i still don’t get why you’re accusing me of standing you up, i’m at the café right now

Your message confused her to no end, making the wheels in her head turn.

georgia

well good for you! i hope you’re having a better time than i did 

y/n :)

oh yeah, i’m having the time of my life! my date is accusing me of standing her up when she herself isn’t even here, it’s going splendidly, really!! 

georgia 

why would i be there right now if i spent an hour waiting for you on the day of our date??

Georgia couldn’t believe this woman. 

y/n :)

yeah, our date at the beachwood café at 2pm. i don’t know if you’re living in a different time zone, but for me, it’s 14:05 right now

georgia

you mean our date that was on tuesday? like two days ago?

Slowly, the blonde realised what had gone wrong, making her a tiny bit less mad, thinking that you somehow got the wrong day. On the other hand, you felt your stomach dropping, afraid that your non-existent coordination/time management skills had ruined your chances with the girl that made your heart flutter.

y/n :)

wait, didn’t you say thursday?!!

georgia

no…

y/n :)

omg, i’m so sorry!!

fuck

i thought you said thursday 

ugh, i’m such an idiot

is there any way i can make it up to you? i really am sorry for wasting your time like that, i promise it wasn’t intentional!!

Georgia didn’t know what to say. Sure, she was hurt when you didn’t show up, but from the few times that you two talked, she got the impression that you wouldn’t do something like that. At least not on purpose. And when she thought back to how easily conversation flowed between the pair of you and the way you made her feel, she realised that she wouldn’t let a small misunderstanding take away her chance at something great.

georgia 

well, you could take me out on a date

maybe with you actually present this time ;)

y/n :)

of course, i’ll make it worth your while and i promise i’ll be there this time!! 

when are you free?

Finally feeling the pressure that’s been weighing her down these past two days lift, the blonde let a small smile take over her face at the fact that you weren’t the person your actions made you out to be. 

georgia 

friday is my day off if you have time then?

y/n :)

friday it is! :)

6pm sound good? 

georgia

yeah! 

so just to make sure, we’re meeting on friday the 11th of august at 6pm?

y/n :)

exactly, there’s no way for me to mess this up now!

georgia

maybe don't count your chickens before they hatch

y/n :)

yeah, i deserved that but i really am sorry, georgia 

i hope you can forgive me  

When you texted her a few hours later, asking if meeting at a park near her house would be okay with her and also stating that she was very welcome to bring her dog, Marlo, it was as if she was transported back to Tuesday, the same jittery feeling making itself known. The fact that you remembered her dog when she had just told you about him in passing made that familiar warmth in her chest appear. 

The next day at around half past five, the blonde began her journey to the park. Just like the first time she made her way to your date, she was extremely jittery. Marlo walking next to her calmed her down enough so her fingers weren’t glued to her rings again. The dog seemingly being her only lifeline right now as the only thing she could hear was her heart doubling its normal speed. 

After a twenty-minute walk, Georgia finally reached the green area, filled with meadows of dozens of flowers and sunbeams breaking through the leaves of trees, giving a heavenly glow. 

Wandering a bit further into the park, she instantly spotted you, sitting down on a comfy blanket, a basket resting next to you. Though she recognised you, it was an unusual sight to see. 

You looked so small with your shoulders slumped and your arms wrapped around your legs, your head resting on your knees. The nervousness practically oozed from you. 

“Hey,” you hastily stood up and turned towards the blonde’s voice when she approached you. 

After you couldn’t stop your eyes from raking over the girl in front of you, you tried to form words, only to let out breathlessly, “Hi.”

Being reminded of the day you two met and how your greeting was similarly wonderstruck, Georgia felt a smile creep up her cheeks, “Hi.”

She could see that you were looking for the right words to say, opening your mouth before closing it again and letting out a small sigh. Studying your shoes for a moment, you hesitantly raised your head back up, looking into the pools of honey that had you captivated since day one. 

“I uhm,” you cleared your throat when your voice came out scratchy and way too quiet, “I’m sorry, I - god this is so stupid,” running your hands through your hair, frustrated with yourself, “I should’ve paid more attention to what you were saying and I’m sorry that I wasted your time, I completely understand if you’re still mad at me.” 

Sending her a hopeful look, you continued, “I just hope that you can forgive me.” 

When you were met with a beaming grin from Georgia, you felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off your shoulders, not being able to not reciprocate the gesture. 

“Don’t worry, everybody makes mistakes.”

You couldn’t stop yourself and started singing, “Everybody has those days!”

“What was that?” chuckled the blonde with a confused expression after your small outburst. The way your mouth hung open and a quiet gasp fell from your lips after her question only intensified her confusion. 

“You don’t know the song? From Hannah Montana?” 

Shaking her head, Georgia replied, “Nope, never watched that.”

This time, your gasp was much louder as you put a hand on your chest, “That’s a felony, young lady!”

The sound of your mixed laughter filled the warm summer air, the wind carrying it through the rustling trees, meeting the songs the birds were singing along the way.

“No, but seriously, we have to watch that sometime.”

‘We’ was the word Georgia was caught up on. The possibility of you wanting to see her again made her feel all giddy inside like a kid rushing down the stairs on Christmas morning. 

You looked at her before starting again, “So I take it you’re not mad at me anymore?”

She shook her head as you two sat down next to each other, facing the small pond that rested in the middle of the meadow, a few ducks swimming on the water, that sparkled with the sunlight.

When you got comfortable you felt something sniffing at your hand, making you turn towards it. Realising that you hadn’t really acknowledged the fluffy ball of brown curls Georgia had brought with her, you let him sniff your hand before gently scratching his head, smiling when Marlo wagged his tail excitedly. 

“He’s adorable,” you whispered with a smile that had your eyes crinkling and your cheeks aching. 

‘Just like you.’ is what Georgia would’ve said if the didn’t chicken out at the last second, your smile mesmerizing her and making the usual blush, that always seemed to be present whenever you were near, appear. 

“Anyway, I thought we could just have a picnic and talk if that’s okay with you?” you asked her in a gentle tone, one hand still scratching Marlo as the other opened the basket and pulled out a few of the things you brought.

The blonde could only nod, too busy watching you to try to get her brain to work in the presence of the girl that made her feel like a ten-year-old with her first crush. 

When you pulled out a small cake and she realised what kind it was, her brows furrowed, “How did you know that I’m literally obsessed with lemon crumble cake?” 

“Oh, you mentioned it that time you got the game of noughts and crosses tattooed,” you send her a timid smile, hoping you didn’t overstep her boundaries.

Your answer made her stomach flip, the butterflies in there multiplying by the second. 

She didn’t know why, but the fact that you had remembered her favourite cake, caused her whole body to heat up with a kind of warmth she hadn’t felt before. 

Her eyes, full of emotion, met yours, “Thank you, that’s really thoughtful.”

You waved her off and pulled out the rest of the things. The both of you got comfortable on the blanket, enjoyed your food (sometimes you sneakily gave small bites to Marlo who was resting his head on your legs, thinking Georgia didn’t notice - she did she was just too whipped to say anything) and watched as the sun disappeared behind the trees, turning the sky into a mix of the prettiest orange, violet and blue they had ever seen. 

Even after a few hours, conversation still flowed easily as you played around with Marlo. When it began to grow cold though and neither of you had much to cover yourselves with, you offered to walk Georgia home, your hands timidly brushing against each other, as you two trekked side by side. 

Reaching her apartment building, you put down the basket at the bottom of the stairs and looked at her, your shimmering eyes entrancing her, “I had a really good time today, I hope we can do this again.”

Ever the poet, Georgia retorted with a smile so bright it could put the sun to shame, “Me too.”

You took a step closer, heart beating rapidly at the close proximity and put your arms on her shoulders, gently pulling her in. Even though you were both afraid the other would be able to hear or even feel the other's heart slamming against their ribcage, you both instantly relaxed into the embrace. 

Wanting to feel you even closer, Georgia wound her arms around your waist, pulled you into her and squeezed tightly, your warmth being enough to put her at ease, in spite of her rapid pulse. 

“Good night, Georgia,” you whispered in her ear, feeling her shiver after your breath tickled over her skin and slowly pulled away. 

When you saw her trying to bridge the gap between your faces, you put a hand on her chest, holding her where she was, “I don’t kiss on the first date,” you told her teasingly. 

The blonde groaned and pouted her lips, looking at you with a face even more adorable than Marlo’s, “Can’t you make an exception? I mean if you showed up on Tuesday, this would've been our second date,” she poked your shoulder as her pout turned into a mischievous smirk. 

You pulled up your sleeve to see what time your watch would show.

00:02. 

Knowing that she didn’t need to convince you but still wanting to leave her hanging a bit, you turned towards her again, “Well, technically it’s a new day and if you were to ask me out, this would be our second date, wouldn’t it?”

You’ve never seen anyone nod as energetically as the blonde in your arms, “Y/N Y/L/N would you do me the honour of going on a date with me on this fine summer day?”

“You’re such an idiot,” you laughed as your hand came to rest on her neck, pulling her in until you were a breath apart. 

Looking into your favourite eyes one more time, you closed yours, feeling her breath fan over your lips, you leaned even closer. 

When she took the last step and brushed her lips over yours, sparks were sent flying through both of your bodies, making you feel electrified. 

You could get lost in her soft pink lips forever and you would’ve, if there wasn’t this vital thing called oxygen in the way. 

Reluctantly pulling away, not wanting this moment to end, you rested your forehead on hers, a bright grin taking up your face, as you left your eyes closed for one more second, trying to savour the tingly sensation of her lips against yours. 

Before you could say anything, she captured your lips once more, both of you feeling warm all over. 

Pushing you further into her with her arms around your waist, you tangled your hands into her hair, Georgia’s heart palpitating at the combined feeling of your nails scratching her head and your lips eagerly exploring hers. 

Unconsciously, both of you hoped to have this tattooed on your brain as your last first kiss.

#woso #woso x reader #georgia stanway #georgia stanway x reader #woso fanfics #engwnt #fcb frauen

[midnight-ramblingswfc]

She enjoyed being back

#magdalena eriksson #swewnt #swedwnt #sweden wnt #fcb frauen #fc bayern munchen frauen #bayern frauen #bayern munich frauen

[tresjoline]

thank you for your service

Hardersson & Sempi moment after the game 💫

#you’re welcome #I tried something new here #don’t know what it is #pernille harder #magdalena eriksson #hardersson #fc bayern frauen #fcb frauen #uefa women's champions league #300124 #linda sembrant #jovana damnjanovic