#swewnt

[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

[glimmerofawesome]

#zecira musovic #zećira mušović #nathalie björn #nathalie bjorn #swewnt #australia v sweden #august 19 2023 #wwc23 #wwc 2023 #81:28

[pelova4president]

Blind date

Fridolina Rölfo x Reader

summary~ When your bestfriend asks you to go on a date with a girl she knows for the hundredth time, you finally agree. You didn’t know the girl and you definitely wouldn’t have known what the future held for the two of you.

When you agreed to go on a blind date, one that your bestfriend had set up you didn’t expect it to turn out like this.

When Mapi, your bestfriend since forever told you she knew a nice girl that you’d like you were a bit sceptical. Mapi had sent you on a few blind dates and the girls she chose were all a bit.. different. One of the girl she set you up with had told you about her collection of used socks while another girl tried to get you to go horse riding with her in Brazil, you had just met her.

To be fair, a few of the girls were okay. They were nice but that was it, nothing more than a friendship at most.

Mapi knew you were hopelessly single. You complained to her almost everyday. ‘I just want to have a girlfriend, i wouldn’t have to be a third wheel with you and Ingrid all the time’ and ‘I want a girlfriend for my birthday’ while looking at a couple that walked by.

Your bestfriend wanted nothing more than to see you happy but she was out of girls to set you up with. Luckily she had her girlfriend who did know someone that would be interested.

When Ingrid had suggested her bestfriend and their teammate, Fridolina Rölfo, Mapi was a little taken aback. “Since when does Frido like girls?” she asked her girlfriend. Ingrid shrugged, “I don’t know, since always. Besides, y/n is exactly Frido’s type.”.

And just like that, you ended up in a Greek restaurant a few blocks away from your apartment. Mapi had told you about the girl. She was a footballer, just like your bestfriend and ‘just your type’ Mapi had said. The only instructions you got were ‘be there at 8 and wear something… a bit more revealing but still acceptable you know. I’ll text you the adress.’.

It had already been 8, it had been for about ten minutes now. When the waiter came over to you to ask what you wanted to drink you ordered a mojito. A little alcohol for courage.

It was about ten minutes later, 8.20 pm when your date decided to arrive.

You saw a tall blonde women walk in, she was beautiful and indeed your type. While your eyes were glued to her dress, her big blues were watching you. The Swede walked over to your table and offered her hand. That took you out of your trance and you shook her hand. “Hi, you must be y/n, i’m Frido.” she said in an insanely attractive voice. “Uh- yeah, that’s me. Hi Frido.” you waved dumbly.

She found it rather adorable and laughed at your shyness. “I’m sorry for being late, training took longer than expected.” Frido apologised.

Talking to the Swede you found out that she played with your bestfriend. You knew some of the girls Maria played with but those were mostly Spanish girls. Not being too interested in football you never really watched any of Maria’s games.

Frido had played for Bayern and Wolfsburg, in Germany for a few years and played for Sweden’s National team.

The footballer that sat in front of you was confident, flirty and sweet. She made you blush with every flirtatious comment she made. “You have beautiful eyes.” she complimented. Your cheeks were beyond red when the two of you finally asked for the bill. Frido insisted on paying since she wanted to ‘invest’ in your connection.

There was a hand on the small of your back when you exited the restaurant. “I don’t really want this date to end.” you whispered softly. The Swedish footballer beamed at that, “Me neither, we could take a walk or.. i could take you to mine?” she suggested.

You really liked Frido, more than you’ve ever liked one of your dates. Did she just wanna have sex and move on or was she really interested in another date? You were silent, thinking about Frido’s intentions.

“We don’t have to do anything. You could just come over for a drink and i’ll drive you home after.” Frido told you. She didn’t want you to think she only wanted to have an one night stand.

After agreeing to her last offer, you stepped into her car. Frido was holding the car door open like a real gentlewomen. She drove a nice black car, just like you would expect. It suited her.

The car ride was nice, there was music on and you had a lighthearted conversation. You told Frido about your workplans and how you would love to go to Sweden sometime. “I’ll take you sometime. I know the best places so you’ll need me as your tour guide.” she said, placing her hand on your thigh. You looked down at her hand and began to blush, again. “I’d love that.” you answered nervously.

When you arrived at Frido’s apartment it shocked you at how beautiful her apartment had been styled. It was so her. Frido took your jacket and hung it up. “What would you like to drink?” she asked you, walking towards her kitchen island.

“I’ll have some white wine, please.”, you sat down in front of her. She placed the white wine and a glass of water for herself on the marble counter. You looked a bit confused at that. “I’ll have to drive you home safely, baby.” she answered confidently. The nickname made your cheeks heat up and you nodded understandingly.

The rest of night went smoothly and just how you’d like it to go. Frido was a charmer and eventually got a kiss out of you. “You’re a really good kisser, i might need another kiss now.” she smirked at you. Giving her an innocent kiss on her cheek you grabbed your jacket. “I’ll give you another on our next date.” you winked confidently, the alcohol had finally began to sink in.

Frido grabbed her jacket and drove you home.

You got a text the next morning.

Frido <3

I had a really good time yesterday.

You

Me too, you’re a real charmer.

Frido <3

Glad to know i charmed you baby.

I’m playing tomorrow, would you like to come and watch?

You

Yeah sure, text me the details.

You never really went to football games. You could’ve if you wanted, your bestfriend plays for the best women’s team in the world right now. It was never really appealing to you, watching twenty-two people run after a ball for ninety minutes. But now that Frido’s playing it’s another story.

You drove to the stadium and got guided to the family and friends section. Having been there once or twice for Mapi’s games you already knew some of the people there.

When the game ended, Barcelona winning 6-0 like any other game, Frido walked into the lounge. She had just showered and put her hair into a messy bun, looking attractive as can be. She walked over to you and gave you a hug. Inhaling her vanilla scent you smiled against her neck.

“Would you go with me if i said that i have a little surprise planned for you?” Frido whispered in your ear. You looked at her, a little smile creeping up on your face. “Hmm, don’t know… i don’t really like surprises.” you said teasingly.

The blonde laughed, “Hmm, too bad for you. I’ve already got it ready so you’ll need to go.” she said with a smirk.

That’s how you ended up at her place, again. She had a little cooking date planned. Frido was romantic, sweet and everything you could’ve hoped for.

y/n_y/l/n posted on their story

When you came home later that night you knew that it was her. Although you didn’t want to admit it to Mapi, Frido was the girl you liked, maybe even loved.

You texted her constantly and whenever Frido wasn’t at training you would go on dates or just stay in. The only disadvantage was that Frido was travelling, constantly. It was hard to have a bestfriend that was travelling all over the world but someone you were dating would be even worse. So when the Swedish forward was out of Barcelona you tried to facetime every moment you could.

It was going fast and you were falling in love with her even faster. It was when you reached the two months mark of ‘dating’ that everything went crashing down.

Frido didn’t respond to your texts anymore and she didn’t pick up your calls. She was ghosting you.

What did you do? Did you go too fast? Were you too clingy? Maybe too distant? Was it because you’re not a footballer?

After days of being an absolute wreck you decided that you should go out. If Frido didn’t want you, you didn’t want her.

The bar wasn’t exactly a bar you would go to but it would do. It was a bit more crowded and bigger than what you’d normally go for.

A few drinks in you were determined to dance. It was a you night, you deserved to enjoy yourself.

When you turned around to get another drink you saw a few women walk in. Some of the Barca girls walked into the bar, a Swede included. You turned around immediately and started to dance again. A man walked up to you, took your hips in his hands and started dancing with you.

You didn’t exactly like it but you wanted to make Frido jealous, to let her see what she was missing and that you could move on too. You didn’t need her.

Frido saw you the moment she walked in and she didn’t like the way that man was holding you, not at all. You were hers, why were you acting like this?

The man turned you around and leaned in to kiss you when a hand yanked him away. “What the fuck is your problem?” he yelled. Frido shoved him away, “Stay the fuck away from her, she’s not yours.”. The man walked away and the defender turned her head to look at you just to see you walk away from her, towards the toilets.

You didn’t know what her problem was. Why was she ghosting you one moment and the other she’s acting like your girlfriend. And even now, she’s following you.

“What the fuck do you want Frido?” you said annoyed. “Y/n, what’s your problem? I thought we had something.” she replied equally annoyed. You scoffed at her, “One moment i think you might be the love of my life and you’re literally perfect and the other you fucking ghost me. How would you think i’d react, just wait around until you decide that you want to talk to me again?”.

Everything clicked in that moment. Frido knew why you acted like you did. But wait, ‘One moment i think you might be the love of my life’?.

“You really think that i might be the love of your life?” the blonde asked.

“That’s not what i’m saying Frido. You fucking ghosted me.” you said placing your point finger on her chest. “Oh fuck, yeah but let me explain. When we were in Italy, just before the first game, Lucy dropped my phone into the pool. I couldn’t get a new one since we were practically in the middle of nowhere. We didn’t have time to drive three hours to get a new one. I’m sorry but i sent you a letter, i thought it’d be romantic, i hoped it would arrive but it clearly didn’t.” she explained.

You sighed and took your finger down to hug her. She laughed and closed her arms around you. “It’s not funny. I was worried and i thought you didn’t want to talk to me anymore. I’m still mad at you.” you whispered against her chest. “I would always want to talk to you, you know that. But about earlier, you kinda said you loved me.” she said softly. You pushed her and looked up, “Is that literally the only thing you’re thinking right now? Yeah i love you, wasn’t that obvious. I wouldn’t keep talking to someone that was everywhere but near me if i didn’t love them.”.

Frido looked down at you and kissed your lips gently, “i love you too.”. You stood up on your toes, silently asking for another kiss. “I believe it’s your turn to ask me something now, then you’ll get a kiss” Frido said. “Alright then… Clumsy, romantic, arrogant but sweet sweet Fridolina, will you be my girlfriend?” you asked her with pouting lips.

“Ofcourse i’ll be your girlfriend, took you long enough to ask.” she said softly, leaning in to give you your kiss. “You ask next time then.” you whispered against her lips.

Ingrid walked into the bathroom and stood there, eyes wide and mouth agape. “Ingrid, why ar- Oooh, so it did work out hmm.” Mapi said, making you realise that the door had been opened. Both of you stood there awkwardly while your bestfriend and her lover looked at you. “See, I said that they’d work out, i know my girls.” Ingrid said smugly. Frido rolled her eyes and walked out, taking you with her.

You’d been living your WAG life for about a year and a half when Frido took you to Sweden, just like she had promised you on your first date. You finally got to meet her family and see the country that she grew up in and loved so much.

fridolinarolfo posted on their story

Frido had planned the whole trip. She finally had some time off. The World Cup had exhausted her and you knew it. She did everything she could but her team ended third. You were so proud of her but she couldn’t help but be a little disappointed, this was just another ‘almost a winner’ prize.

She needed to take her mind off football, she needed you and her family. The both of you had tried for a baby. The first two attempts were unsuccessful and it really got into your mind so the both of you decided to stop testing daily. Little did your lover know that just a few days after the last World Cup game, you got the two stripes. You were pregnant.

You wanted nothing but to tell her, she’d be so happy. But you needed to find a special moment. The Swede had planned a date night and you thought that that’d be the perfect moment to give her the news.

fridolinarolfo posted on their story

You were amazed by the set-up in front of you. She’s always been a romantic. You had to wipe a tear away and Frido chuckled at that.

When the both of you were sat and Frido told you about her niece and how she absolutely adored you, you decided to tell her the news.

“I’m sure our baby would adore you too babe. You’ll just have to wait a few months.” you smiled. Your lovers smile dropped. She was shocked to say the least. “You mean it? Are you really pregnant?” she asked with glassy eyes. You nodded yes and the tears were already running down your cheeks. “We’re really gonna be moms? Am i gonna be a mamma?” you nodded again. She stood up and gave you a hug and a kiss on your forehead.

When she let you go, she got down on one knee. She opened a little wooden box. “I don’t think i’ll ever get a better moment to do this. You’re sweet, caring and really really beautiful. I love you and even though i can be a little uh- clumsy sometimes i’ll do my very best for our little family, will you marry me?” she asked looking up with hopeful blue eyes. You leaned down to kiss her and whispered “Oh Frido, ofcourse.”.

fridolinarolfo, y/n_y/l/n

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two in one 🍼💍

comments

ingrid_engen so so much happiness

marialeonn16 told you you’d like her

↳ y/n_y/l/n yeah yeah whatever

aitanabonmati 😍😍

lucybronze sorry not sorry about the phone

↳ fridolinarolfo 🙄

fcbfemeni 🍼❤️💙

wosowonze they’re so cute!!

ch3ls3a how did they keep this secret for so long

Frido was there the whole pregnancy, except for when she was away for games. Luckily you didn’t have any big symptoms, everything went fine. If you craved something Frido would take a quick trip to she store, if you wanted to cuddle she would wrap her arms around as soon as possible. All you needed was some support.

When you were 37 weeks pregnant Frido took some time off. She wanted to be there when you’d give birth to your baby. And it was probably the best she did because when the both of you were sat on the couch, watching her team play, your water broke.

You laid on top of your fiancé, your head in the crook of her neck. She felt the wetness on her pants and looked down, immediately in panic mode. “Babe, i think your uh- water broke.” she whisper yelled. You sat up, inspecting the wet spot, you were definitely giving birth today.

Frido lifted you up bridal style and laid you down in the back of her car. “Fuck baby, i’m driving as fast as i can okay.” she yelled. You weren’t half as stressed as she was. “Yeah baby, it’s gonna be alright.” you assured her as if she was the one giving birth.

Just like how she got you into the car she carried you into the hospital.

The birth of your baby girl was fast. She was out within an hour. Frido almost passed out and needed to sit down to hold her. She was just like Frido, a little Swede. Her little blonde hairs and big blue eyes had the both of you mesmerised. She really was a little angel.

fridolinarolfo, y/n_y/l/n

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little Freja Ingrid Maria Rölfo 🤍

comments

ingrid_engen still can’t believe you named her after us 🥹

marialeonn16 tía más orgullosa ❤️

swewnt 💛💙

amandailestedt can’t wait to meet her

magdalenaeriksson16 little freja ❤️

janafernandez3 preciosa niña pequeña

lucybronze you’re gonna be the craziest moms and i’ll be the cool aunt 😎

samkerrr1244 she has the world at her feet already

fr1dooo they’re milfs fr

Frido loved your little girl. She was everything the two of you could’ve wished for. Frido spent as much time with you and your daughter as she could, when your fiancé had to go on long trips it was likely you and Freja would join.

y/n_y/l/n posted on their story

Freja was a little monster, she loved to be naughty. From the moment she could walk she would run away, making it hard to catch her. Freja loved watching her mommy play football and often wanted to join, even when the team was doing a warm-up for a big game. One time she actually escaped and ran to your lover on the field. Frido picked her up and let her play with one of the footballs for a bit before Mapi and Ingrid picked her up.

Your bestfriend and her lover were obsessed with your girl. They had her over for little sleepovers whenever they could and Freja loved Mapi’s cat. Ingrid liked to bake with the little monster but that often ended up with the whole kitchen, including Freja, under the flour.

ingrid_engen posted on their story

Frido also loved to dress your daughter. The little outfits she put together were ridiculously cute. Freja had a big opinion for such a little girl so it was a huge win when she approved of the outfit her mamma had picked out for her.

fridolinarolfo posted on their story

You adored your little family. They were a little weird and clumsy but still, perfect. Never in a million years would you have thought that you’d gotten this out of a silly blind date.

fridolinarolfo, y/n_y/l/n

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big year, bigger years ahead.

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marialeonn16 can’t wait to see my little niña again

alexiaputellas she’s so big already 🥹

aitanabonmati ❤️❤️

ingrid_engen i’ll have to come to Sweden to see her for New Year’s!!

swewnt happy new year 💙💛🥹

sw3denw0s0 Freja needs to play for Sweden too!!

ars3nalwomen11 Frido should come to Arsenal next season

wosonr12 their little family is everything!!

A/N Frido is so stockholm aesthetic and pinterest coded. Happy early new year to everyone and thank you for reading my fics, i’ve started posting like twenty days ago and the support has been amazing <3

#fridolina rolfo x reader #fridolina rolfö #frido #mapi leon x reader #mapi leon #ingrid engen #barca women #barca femeni #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso community #swewnt #espwnt #lucy bronze

[leeenuu]

Lina Hurtig scores from the spot and sends USA home after a VAR decision, 06.08.23. Women's World Cup 2023 – Round of 16 Sweden vs USA pen. 5-4 Melbourne, Australia

#lina hurtig #sweden wnt #swewnt #wwc 2023 #wwc23 #woso #footballedit #gifs* #football* #wwc* #these look horrible bc i got the footage from the livestream instead waiting for more hq footage #and yet it took me more than three hours bc my laptop is very annoying ughhhh #added the swedish flag just for giggles

[alotofpockets]

Fridolina Rolfö Appreciation pt.2

woso appreciation masterlist | with @totaly-obsessed

#woso appreciation #frido rolfö #fridolina rolfo x reader #fridolina rolfö #woso #woso x reader #woso imagines #woso imagine #barça femeni #barca femeni #barcelona femeni #barca femeni x reader #barcelona femeni x reader #swewnt #sweden wnt

[grapefruit-personified]

It just feels wrong without Jessie 😭😭

#Jessie Fleming #niamh charles #zecira musovic #pernille harder #woso #engwnt #denwnt #swewnt #canwnt

[januarysprings]

Zećira Mušović singel handedly won this match

#wwc 2023 #Swewnt #Zećira Mušović #Sweden #Uswnt #Sweden vs usa

[midnight-ramblingswfc]

She enjoyed being back

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

[totaly-obsessed]

Magdalena Eriksson Appreciation

woso appreciation masterlist | with @alotofpockets

#woso #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso community #woso appreciation #chelsea wfc #bayern wfc #fc bayern #magdalena eriksson #magdalena eriksson x reader #sweden wnt #swewnt

[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

[glimmerofawesome]

#kosovare asllani #katrina gorry #steph catley #clare hunt #swewnt #auswnt #australia v sweden #august 19 2023 #wwc23 #wwc 2023 #45+3:58

[pitchsidestories]

New Year's Eve Party (1) II Fridolina Rolfö x Bonmati!Reader

New Year's Eve Party Masterlist I Word count: 1275

With a playful smile you started playing the song Gimme Gimme Gimme which was immediately recognized by your Swedish girlfriend.

From the speakers, the two female leading voices sung passionately, There's not a soul out there. No one to hear my prayer. Amused she turned around to look into your eyes:” You know just because I’m Swedish I don’t automatically love ABBA.”

“But you love that song.”, you reminded her with an innocent grin. “Okay, yes. But not all ABBA songs.”, she sighed but could not help beaming as you were whispering the lyrics into her ear. Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?

“Maybe Aitana afterwards?”, you suggested while you were trying to hang up some fairy lights to brighten up your home. Both of you were happy about being the host for this Barcelona Team New Year Eve’s party. Amused Fridolina remarked: “Just because she’s called like your sister.” “Yeah true.”, you giggled.

Slightly concerned the tall Blonde furrowed her brows at you:” What are you doing, huh?” “Trying to hang up the fairy lights?”, you responded nervously. She shook her head in disbelief: “There?!” “Yes, I thought it would look pretty.”, you shrugged your shoulders. Clearing her throat Fridolina proposed her idea: “Wouldn’t it look better over there?” “No.” “No?”

“We can try It there and when decide where to put them up.”, you offered her as a peace sign. The Swedish forward observed smirking: “It doesn’t matter to you anyway you can’t reach it.”  “Rude! Maybe with a little bit of help from your side I could reach it.”, you told her.

With ease Fridolina lifted you up so you could put up the fairy lights: “Hurry up, you’re heavy.” “Done.”, you cheered only a few seconds later. Relieved the blonde let you down to your own feet again:” Good. Because I probably shouldn’t lift people with my knee.”

“Oh dios mio, I’m sorry, mi amor.”, you immediately apologized to her tracing kisses all over her to make the pain go by faster. A slight blush creeped up the cheeks of your girlfriend as she reassured you:”I’m okay, don’t worry.”  “Okay, good.”, you replied. Both of you got lost in each other’s eyes.

The warm lights made your brown eyes look golden which fascinated Fridolina very much before a glance at the clock made her realize you two were running out of time sooner than she expected:” But we have to hurry up.” “Right, the first guests will arrive soon.”, you agreed with her more serious in tone than before. Motivated the Blonde clapped in her hands:” And we still have to get ready. So help me put the garlands up.”

“That’s true.“ , you nodded while holding up the other side of the garland so Fridolina could tape it to the wall. You let your gaze drift through the room that now looked more like party location than your home.

“Do you think Lucy will tell her crush how she feels? I mean the whole team knows by now except the one important person.“, you thought out loud, a hint of a smile in your voice. Your girlfriend snorted in reply; “Don’t be ridiculous. It’s Lucy. She’s way too proud for that.“ “Yes but that’s so stupid, Frido.“, you sighed.

Fridolina casually took the garland out of your hand to attach the other side to the wall as well. “We can’t make her see that.“, she shrugged. “Sadly. Leila is coming too, right?", you decide to change the subject while placing some shimmering confetti on the tables that you know you will regret putting there weeks after the party. Taking a step back, your girlfriend eyed her work critically; “Yes, she’s. She wanted to visit her friends here.“

A smile immediately spread on your face, happy that your former team mate came for a visit; “That’s cute.“ “I know, right?“ “Yes, you know back when she played for Barcelona I always felt like Leila and one of our midfielders had that special chemistry.“, you told her with a conspirational wink.

Instead of asking who it was, as you expected, Fridolina just gave you a stern look: “No. Stop trying to play cupid“. “Sorry, I love doing it.“, you blinked at her with big, innocent eyes. Your girlfriend pointed to the cardboard box full of decorations; “Yes, but now we have to focus on the decoration.“ “You’re right.“, you gave in and continued to help her.

A little later, the walls of your house were covered with garlands, balloons and a huge sign that said “2024“. You were very happy with the result. With all the lights and the glitter everywhere, you could feel the excitement rise.

Nervously, you grabbed your phone to check the time and noticed a string of messages from your team mates; “Oh no. The girls on their ways, we need to change into our party clothes!“

“Wait.“, Fridolina called you back. You gave her a puzzled look; “What?“ “We forgot to put up that huge mirrorball.“ You blew out a breath and clapped your hands together; “We need to do this before our guests arrive.“ “Do you think we can reach the ceiling?“, your girlfriend asked while thoughtfully looking upwards. With a shrug, you took the ball; “We can try.“ “I’ll pick you up.“, she decided.

Before you could protest that she shouldn’t do that with her injured knee, you were already in her arms. With a bit of stretching and some accidental kicking of Fridolina, you managed to attach the mirrorball to the ceiling. You had to admit, the room looked even better with all the light being reflected now.

“What do you think you’re doing?“, a voice called from behind them. You both flinched. Startled, Fridolina lost her grip on you, but managed to regain it before you actually fell. “Oh my god, don’t scare us like that!“, she scolded, once your feet were back on the ground. Alexia and her wife stood next to each other in matching dresses and you were immediately reminded that you were still in sweats.

Guiltily you bit your lip before exclaiming:” Honestly we thought you and your wife would be the last to arrive!” “Mama came early.”, Alexia explained, her voice less stern than it was before.  Knowing her teammate and the love she had for her daughter Victoria Alba all too well Fridolina couldn’t help but to tease her a bit: “And will leave early?” “As usual.”, you added.

“It’s good that you’re already here though. The catering service will bring the food any minute now, maybe you can let them in, so we can get dressed in the meantime?”, the Swedish forward asked the wives. The team’s captain did not need long to think about that proposal: “Yes, no worries, I can do that even with my knee.” Relieved you hugged your first visitors before you headed to the bathroom with Fridolina:” Thank you!”

As you were getting ready side by side you could not help but to pause for a second to take the beauty in that was your girlfriend:” You look beautiful Frido.” “Thank you. So do you.”, the Scandinavian woman answered while pressing a soft kiss to your cheek careful not to ruin the makeup you applied a few seconds ago.

The anticipation of the awaiting evening and night got under your skin as you wanted to know from her: “Ready for tonight?”  “Very. I can’t wait.”, Fridolina replied honest.

With a look through the window you saw Mapi, Ingrid, their girlfriend, Patri, Claudia and your sister arriving at your : “Oh yes, seems like the party is about to begin.”

Let us know if you enjoyed Part 1 💙

#woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso #woso oneshot #woso community #fridolina rolfo x reader #fridolina rolfo #swewnt #aitana bonmati #alexia putellas #barca femeni #woso one shot

[skipper1331]

Sunshine // Rebecka Blomqvist

a/n: based off this request. Enjoy:)

Rebecka didn‘t scream, she just went down.

In the corner of your eye, you saw her collapse to the ground, arm in the air, frantically waving in the sky.

You stopped running towards the opponents goal, you stopped every movement. You ignored the ball that was passed to your feet - Becks was laying on the floor and not getting up. "Rebecka" you breathed out. It was like something in your mind switched, your brain wasn’t working anymore, you ignored everything around you, just started running.

"Becks?" you asked as you sat down on the grass, wiping her hair out of her face. "It hurts" she said, no tears leaving her eyes. The medics were doing their best to examine her knee but it seemed pretty obvious.

The three little letters that every footballer, every coach, every fan - simply everybody hated: ACL.

Your eyes followed the blonde as she was supported by the medics. You had seen people tore their ACL before and it never affected you as much as it did now. This was Becks, the Swedish sunshine.

That day, her brightness and sunshine was robbed.

After the game, you almost sprinted to the physio room but Becks didn‘t want to see anybody. Jule and you stood in front of the room, arguing with the 'bodyguard' who was actually a staff member, to let you in but with no luck, "please respect her wishes" he told you sternly, pointing to the changing room.

While Jule sighed, you huffed before you grumbled angrily, marching to the locker. What the fuck? You had to see Becks! How was she feeling? Did you need to hold her hand - did she need a shoulder to cry on?

-

She went radio silent after that. Your calls went straight to her mailbox, texts were ignored. You didn‘t know how she was feeling nor did any of the girls. The only people who knew something about her condition were the coach, doctors and staff members yet just physically. No one knew how she was mentally.

It wasn‘t until her surgery that she went 'online' again - she arose from the dead.

Becks🌞

surgery went well.

The relief you felt at her text was nothing compared to the moment when her caller id popped up. Immediately, you accepted.

"Rebecka" you whispered, stopping your movement in the kitchen. There was silence on the line, only light breathing could be heard.

"Can you come here?" she asked with a small, timid and tired voice. With no hesitation in your voice, you asked, "where are you?"

Not even half an hour later, you were at the hospital, sitting in Becks room as she slept peacefully. Her blonde hair was splayed across the pillow, her leg prompted up as it was covered in plasters and more.

"Did I fall asleep?" she asked groggily, exhausted eyes looking at you yet a small smile displayed on her lips. She was happy to see you.

"Yeah but that‘s okay" out of reflex, your hand went to the side of her head as your thumb caressed her cheek, "I’ve brought you your favorite candy. Thought it might be better than the hospital food"

Gratitude was written over the swedes face as she looked at you, smiling. "I can leave tomorrow at 12 pm. Please pick me up?" you nodded at her request, the blonde slowly falling into a slumber at the comforting touch of your hand. You continued your actions for a few more minutes to be sure she was deep asleep before you left.

-

Exactly at 12 pm, you picked Becks up, her crutches laying on the backseat as she sat in the 'passenger princess' seat, her phone already connected with the aux.

The two of you hummed or sang to the songs that played, one better than the other.

When you arrived at her home, you jogged around the car, quickly grabbing the crutches as you opened Rebeckas door as well. "Here" you stated, holding out your hands to gently pull her up. Standing in front of you, you handed her the crutches, making sure that you could let go of her waist. Wordlessly, you grabbed her bag as you followed her to the front door.

-

"I hate these stupid things" she groaned as she flopped on the couch, the stupid things crashing on the floor.

Ignoring her complain, you walked in her kitchen, a place you knew well enough as often as Becks had cooked for you and Jule. You filled a glass of water, walking back to Rebecka as you gave it to her before you walked back in the kitchen. Opening the fridge, emptiness stared back at you. You would change that.

"I have to go but I’ll be back" you stated as Becks laid on the couch, eyes focused on the tv.

"Take your spare key"

Not even an hour later, you walked back in her home, hands full with shopping bags, "went grocery shopping" you smiled. The blonde hadn‘t moved an inch - she laid in the same posture as she was when you left.

"What?" propping her body weight on her arms, she stared blankly at you, "why did you do that?"

Sorting the things on her kitchen counter, "don‘t you think I can do it on my own? Do you think just because I’m on crutches I can’t do stuff alone?!" You didn't respond to her negative and irritable energy. She had a free pass due to the recent injury and being released from the hospital just today.

"Just sit down and let me cook for you" you replied instead, as you put the last few groceries in the fridge.

-

You visited the Swede almost everyday. Sometimes before training, sometimes after training. At matchdays, you would visit her after. It became your routine to check on the blonde.

As her rehab started Becks got very annoyed - to a point where she was mad 24/7 because her knee didn‘t work the way it should - the way she wanted it to work.

After her rehab sessions, she was in the worst mood, she was irritable and exhausted, one wrong move and she would blow up. The crutches didn‘t help either, they just reminded her of the miserable state she was in. That she couldn‘t do the thing she loves: play football.

Becks was standing the kitchen, one crutch laying on the floor as the other one supported her weight. She tried to grab something from the top cupboard but just couldn’t reach it which drove her mad. Unfortunately for you, you walked through her apartment door just then. When you saw the blonde balance like that, her leg swinging in all directions, you rushed to her. "Let me help you" you said - wrong move. Very wrong move. As soon as you laid the item she wanted on the counter the girl snapped, throwing insults at you. "Stop! Just fucking stop! You‘re so fucking annoying with your helper syndrome! Cleaning my mess, doing the dishes and my laundry, I’m not 7 anymore!" the Swede spat, steam radiating off her body. You were taken back, offended, maybe even hurt - your only intention was to help her, so she could concentrate on her rehab, so she could be back on the pitch again. She shouldn't worry about her household. Her first priority should be to walk again without crutches and then her household. She should slowly get back to everything. The thing was that you didn’t even mother her, you were a support, nothing more. You cooked with her, did the laundry with her - you carried it into the living room while she would fold it . You did everything with her. Only to get it thrown in your face.

"Okay" you took a step back, creating distance, "I’m sorry"

You left after that, feeling hurt and disrespected.

"Fuck" the Swede cursed as she saw you walking out of her flat. Why did she do that? Angrily, she threw the crutch away, slowly sinking down to the floor. Her back was leant against the counter, face hidden in her hands as the tears started falling. She didn‘t mean to yell at you. She didn‘t mean anything she said. She just felt so helpless.

She was angry at her injury, angry at herself but never at you. She appreciated you so much even if she doesn’t tell you it.

When she thought about what made her happiest, the answer was simple: you. You were the only one who could put a smile on her face.

You were the only one who was allowed to use her apartment the way you wanted - the only one with a spare key.

You were the only one who got to see her so vulnerable and at her weakest. She was still radio silent for everyone else on the team - they only got their information because of you. Except Jule, the blonde would text Jule every now and or call her. Sometimes the Swede was seen in the building, but her team rarely spoke to her and then didn't talk about how she was doing. Her sunshine was gone and it only came back when you were there - you were her personal sunshine.

Later that day, she tried to cook but it was way to annoying to move around the kitchen with crutches and then place the ingredients on the counter without something falling down or herself loosing balance. She ordered some takeout - which was also hard to carry to the kitchen or even the living room as two crutches supported her weight.

The same was the next day with the laundry. She physically couldn’t carry the laundry basket out of the bathroom. So the only solution that came to her mind that didn‘t involve you was to push the basket along the floor while she pulled her body across the floor. When she arrived in the living room she was exhausted, her arms heavy. She started to fold her laundry - she couldn't be bothered to iron it but at some point her eyelids simply closed. Her body collapsed against the couch, piles of laundry around her as soft snores filled the room.

All night you had been thinking about whether you should visit her or not. If she wanted to see you or not. If you wanted to see her or not. And even though she hurt your feelings, you wanted to see you. You had to see her. You had to check if she was okay.

In front of her flat, you waited a few minutes, not completely sure if you should walk in - but you did. You opened the door with your spare key only to be met with the sight of a sleeping Rebecka on the floor, clothes around her as there was takeout trash on the living room table. Smiling to yourself, you closed the door quietly. Becks looked at peace, no furrowed brows, no scowl on her face, no anger. She looked tranquil.

And maybe she was right about your helper syndrome. As you saw the mess around you couldn‘t ignore it. She was laying on the floor, probably exhausted from the work she thought she could do alone. Every movement of you, was thought trough and quiet. You didn't want to wake her up, even if she was a heavy sleeper.

As you collected the laundry items, you silently folded them and sorted them in her wardrobe after you had covered Becks in a blanket.

When her flat was tidy again, you left. No note, no text, nothing.

The blonde woke up 3 hours later. She was confused, didn’t she fold the laundry? Where was it? Where was her empty takeout?

Did you visit her? This was you, right?

The confirmation came when the smell of your perfume hit her nostrils, a smell that she could recognize from miles away.

She felt even worse than before - why did she be so mean to you?

-

Becks stood in front of your apartment, knocking rapidly against the door.

"Hi-"

She didn't let you say anything and just walked in. "Take a seat-" you tried again, the way she balanced on her foot and the crutches gave you anxiety.

"You‘re always so nice" she stated, turning around. "you‘re amazing to me and i yelled at you"

"It‘s oka-"

"Stop talking, please" she whispered, taking a step towards you. She dropped her crutches and out of reflex your hands went to her waist to support her, she knew you would do it. She felt safe with you.

Your hands held a firm grip on your waist as you looked her in the eye. "I‘m sorry for saying those things, you didn‘t deserve that." Her arms went around your neck as leant slightly towards you with her body, "I'm trying to do better for you, to handle my-" her breath hitched as she inhaled sharply, those three letters leaving her mouth for the first time, "to handle the acl better"

"For me?"

"For you" she smiled shyly, her eyes never leaving yours as she leant forwards, this time with her head. Her lips ghosted over your own - it was a gentle peck, nothing more. Neither of you moved, it was simple and quick yet it held so much emotion. She would do better for you and come back stronger.

Resting your forehead against hers, you closed your eyes, "you need to focus on your recovery. I'll wait" you muttered, "I’ll wait as long as it takes"

-

335 days later, Becks was back on the bench.

After your little meet up at your home, there was no romance at all. You supported her at each step, were there at her first step without crutches and as she started to run again. As she said, she tried to better and she did. She started to watch the girls train, talked to them, laughed with them and joined team bondings. Slowly but surely her sunshine was coming back, it shone brighter than before - thanks to you. Becks was not only her smiley self again but did realize how much you meant to her. That kiss? She couldn‘t think about anything else. It was her motivation to fight. I‘ll wait - she was determined to kiss you again. She wanted to return the favour as you were with her every step of the way, she wanted to take you out on a date.

You couldn‘t have been prouder to see Becks back in the squad, every single cell in her body fought for it.

The fans were chanting her name, shouting for her the make her comeback.

It was the 89‘ minute when it finally happened. You walked to the sidelines, raising your arms, so the fans would cheer louder as they already did. Rebecka looked breathtaking in the kit. You high fived her and hugged her before you pressed a kiss to her forehead. You can do it.

You didn‘t bother to put on your jacket or drink something or anything, you only focused on the sunshine girl. The subs tried to talk to but it fell to deaf ears, as some people might say: you watched Becks with heart eyes, as if she hung the moon. And maybe she did because she was the sunshine.

Rebecka was officially back and showed it with her assist.

After the final whistle blew, the girls huddled around her, singing her name but she only had eyes for you. In the group hug, it was your hand which she held, your eyes that she stared into.

-

You watched her walk around the stadium, taking her time with each fan - it made your heart swoon. Her sunshine shone across the pitch.

She was the last one to walk back in the tunnel where you had waited for her.

"You waited?" she asked suprised, she thought everybody would be in the showers by now.

"I told you, I would"

her grin couldn‘t have gotten bigger. She knew what you meant, what you were referring to.

"As long as it takes" she whispered.

Everything disappeared, it was just the two of you in the tunnel of your club stadium. The last fans were escorted out, the pitch covered in darkness.

Just the two of you.

Both of you took a step towards one another, small giggled escaping your mouths. Her hands went to cup your jaw, thumbs caressing your cheeks as your hands found their way around her waist - a place they had enjoyed before.

Becks leant forwards, eyes closed as you did the same. Everything felt amazing. You could feel her breath against your lips, an inch away. You waited so long for this.

When your lips finally met, a content sigh left the both of you, lips interlocking perfectly as they moved in sync although not for long as the one and only Jule Brand stumbled in the hall.

"Oh! Did I interrupt something?"

———————

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[alotofpockets]

Stina Blackstenius Appreciation pt.2

woso appreciation masterlist | with @totaly-obsessed

Appreciating the conti cup final goal scorer Stina Ballerina (for Frida❤️)

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[wileys-russo]

STREAMING LINKS FOR UPCOMING NATIONAL GAMES:

Spain vs Italy

England vs Netherlands

Rep of Ireland vs Hungary

Switzerland vs Sweden

Germany vs Denmark

#woso #woso community #engwnt #espwnt #republic of ireland #swewnt #nedwnt

[wosowrites]

Cool Heart, Hot Headed(Lionesses x Reader)

warnings: ⚠️blood, trash talking⚠️

a/n: also, writing this as chelsea are in the FA cup final… LETS FUCKING GO!!! BLUES UNITE. based off this request here (this seriously flopped)

prompt: during the euros, the swedes are playing incredibly dirty and as the reader tries to brush it off, her teammates are very angry and protective of her

Patience. It was definitely your best quality. Yes, you felt anger and disappointment, as well as rage and pain. But you were always patient.

It did come to a shock to your english teammates when Sweden suddenly had it out for you. But it didn’t surprise them that you were as calm as ever.

The Euros semi final had everyone on edge. This was the moment. This was the chance to bring it home. The lionesses needed this. They needed a major trophy for England. The men sure as well weren’t bringing it anywhere near the airport, let alone home.

So it was your chance to make your country, your people proud.

You walked onto that field behind Mary and Leah, sang your national anthem loudly and proudly.

"You look pale," Leah whispered in your ear. "All good cap. Just kinda scared of Björn. She’s giving me looks that make it seem like she wants to kill me," you said, locking eyes with the Swede, smiling lightly and receiving a scowl in return. "Don’t worry about them. They’re all look no game. Don’t tell Magda I said that," Millie said, having overheard.

You nodded and then took the team picture. The girls huddled up, did a cheer and then you took your position as the CAM.

Right off the bat, the game was nail biting. Any english fans watching at home, or in the stadium, surely felt as though something was going to happen. The swedes were coming in strong. But they weren’t attacking anyone as violently, as hard, and with as much resilience and they did to you.

The first hit you took was in the eighth minute. Fridolina Rolfö came out of nowhere. You were scanning your options from the midfield, no one around you. You were taking small touches to move forward, and then out of nowhere you heard "Man on!" and then felt a strong force hit you from behind. You went flying forwards, falling oto the floor with a loud thump. You groaned loudly, rolling onto your back as you heard the referee blow her whistle.

In your mind, that was a yellow, but Rolfö got let off with a warning. Lucy helped you up, brushing grass off your back as you tried to get dirt of your white kit.

Only two minutes later, you were the victim of another attack. This time by Jakobsson. As you turned with the ball and carried it down the middle, you felt your jersey getting tugged from behind, you tried to keep running but the pull made you stumble and fall awkwardly on your shoulder. Sofias momentum was still going, and she tripped over you, leaving a deep clear mark on your thigh.

You could hear scrambled voices of your teammates yelling at the referee who somehow decided the ball was to be given to Sweden. Fran helped you up gently, and you could see Millie trying to calm down Sarina as she was all worked up.

"What did you do to them? they’re going at you hard!" Fran joked. "I don’t know. But it’s okay. It’s fine," you answered calmly, walking towards Elle and Leah who were having a pretty angry talk with the ref.

"Girls! It’s okay. It’s fine. Let’s keep going," you said.

Swedens free kick resulted in nothing, and then you kept moving.

In the thirtieth minute, you were awarded a corner. You took your spot in the box, at the back post, and prepared yourself. The second the ball came in, you tried to jump up, but you felt a hand pushing you. Quicker than you knew it, you had fallen into the net pretty aggressively, your body crashing against the netting.

Zecira Musovic had caught the ball, and looked at you strangely as you struggled to get your cleats undone from the net. "She fucking pushed her! Yes you fucking did. Yes you did," Keira yelled, addressing the ref and then Hannah Glas.

"Keira!" you whispered harshly in her ear, making her turn to look at you and put her arms on your forearms. Most of your team was surrounding you now. "I am okay. Can we play this game please. Let’s go girls," you said sternly. "Y/n… this is getting unsafe," Leah said, concern in her voice. "I don’t care."

For once, you got away with the last word, walking off from the girls as they shared looks of worry.

At the end of the first half, your kit was a mess. There were more brown and green patches than white ones. Your face was dirty and your England kit was absolutely grimey. As you lifted the corner of your shirt, one of the only clean parts, to wipe off dirt from your cheek, you realized how scratched and bruise your stomach was.

You were quick to drop your shirt, hoping no teammates or cameras had picked up on your state.

The second you exited the pitch, Sarina had her arm around you. "You’re a fighter. You know that? I don’t know how you’re not loosing your shit out there," your coach said to you, squeezing your shoulder. "Loosing my shit won’t help anyone. It won’t help us win," you said simply. "That mentality, that’s gonna get us that cup. You hear me?" She said, keeping a hold of you as you both walked into the changing room. The second you walked in, the girls were all talking over each other with worry.

"I’ll kill them!"

"Are you okay?"

"How are you not screaming right now?"

"I don’t know how you’re so patient."

"Are you bruised? Cut? Bloody?"

"I am fine! But I won’t be fine if we don’t win this. So let’s win it," you said, sitting down next to Mary who gave you a quick kiss on the forehead.

Sarina went over what we were doing well, and what we weren’t, as you changed your kit into a clean one. You threw the dirty one away and then put your cleats back on as you had chosen to change socks too.

The girls and Sarina left the changing room, leaving you and Leah behind. She had given you a look that said "stay back."

"Listen to me, y/n/n. If you feel unsafe on that field for a second. You tell me, and Sarina will sub you off. Your safety is more important than a trophy. And this team is full of brilliant players, you’re irreplaceable… but what i’m saying is your spot can be… filled in if needed," your captain said. "Leah… we both know how bad you want that trophy," you said to her as you walked out of the room. "Yeah. I do. But I don’t want it enough to sacrifice you for it," Leah said.

"I won’t die, Lee. Let’s play," you said.

You jogged onto the field with her, the stadium erupting at the sight of their skipper and co-skipper.

Sweden seemed to have slowed down a little, on their attack on you, that is. The game was still very much packed with action. They left you along for a solid 30 minutes, which you were immensely grateful for.

But with the 75 minute, came what felt like the 75th foul on you.

Everyone lost their shit.

All, but you.

Everything about Asllani’s tackle was dirty. They way she didn’t even touch the ball. The way foot was way off the ground and her studs were pointed upwards. The way that went she connected with you, and you fell sideways with a scream, she made no attempt to stop her slide, choosing instead to let her studs graze all the way up the side of your leg.

Magda Ericsson had been the only sane Swede on the pitch, rushing toward her midfielder and grabbing her under the arms to pull her off you. She told her off in swedish before trying to check on you. But your team was having nothing of it. Millie gently told the swedish captain, and her club teammate, to back off so she didn’t get yelled at by the lionesses

Your eyes were teary due to the pain of it all. Your leg lay bloody on the turf, the crimson mess of it all starting to trickle down the sides of your thighs. You couldn’t really register the whole thing, but you could see the referee pointing at Asllani and giving her a yellow. But you also saw Leah get one, and Lucy, and then Keira. What were they saying to get them into that mess? "Tell them to stop before we have to play with a man down," you let out to Georgia who was kneeling beside you.

The medics were quick to soak up the blood, revealing a series of cuts made by the studs, but nothing too too serious. "I can keep playing, right?" you asked the medics. "No!" Leah said at the same time as all the other girls let out scattered cries of "no way" and "nuh uh".

"Guys. It’s a cut. It’s fine. I’m sure it was an acc-" you started saying. "No! No it was not an accident. You are too patient at this point, y/n. You need to protect yourself. But if you won’t, I will. You’re going off," Leah said with a sternness you hadn’t seen before.

You held eye contact with her for a while, the air tense. "No. Thirty pounds. Thirty pounds says i’ll score. Don’t take me off, don’t let Sarina sit me on the bench when I can make a difference for this team," you said, standing up, so determined to prove you could stay on the acknowledge the pain you should have been in.

"Fine. Thirty pounds," Leah said.

And then you were playing again, your leg bandaged up, your body in pain, and your mind set. You were everywhere on the pitch. Defending, attacking, demanding a goal. Everyone was shocked, shocked to see you so agressive after being pushed around so much. It just went to show that all your pain and annoyance was fueled into football.

Twenty minutes later, in 90+5, Leah because thirty pounds poorer.

A corner taken by Leah had gotten cleared away by a header, and came straight to you in your position from the outside of the box.

You didn’t think twice. You waited till the ball was perfectly low, and then hit it on the volley. The power on the shot made the ball spin, and it went straight into the goal, hitting the roof of the net.

You screamed loudly, running towards the corner flag, your team chasing after you, and jumping into Ellen’s arms. "LETS FUCKING GO. LETS FUCKING GO!" you screamed at full force.

Ellen let you down and your teammates took turn grabbing your face and kissing your forehead in excitement. The subs were all celebrating around you, and as you ran back to your position, you pumped your first in the air, making the fans screams double somehow.

When the final whistle blew, you cried. Partly of joy, but mostly of pure agony.

Your teammates helped you off the floor, basically carrying you around the field in their arms, making you laugh. But the second you were inside, you let out a shaky cry. Of relief, yes, but of pain. "It’ll be okay. You were amazing, and you’ll be all fixed for Wembley," Leah said, handing you thirty pounds and winking.

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