She wanted to leave at her best, she’s said so before. She doesn’t want to be a burden to her club and wants the younger players to get a chance. If her fans can’t understand that then they were never fans in the first place. IMO
you couldn't keep a secret. everyone knew why you were coming to france.
warnings: established relationship
the air felt different from what you were used to in germany.
yes, france is only on the western border of germany, but the air felt crispier and you noticed a faint scent of lavender coming from some distant field.
as you stepped out of the airport doors, seeing a row of cars and people pushing their suitcases along their walking feet, your heart thuds in your chest.
this is not from nerves about the new club or the weight of replacing dann v donk who left lyon, but because of selma.
the fired up french woman is your girlfriend of three years. everyone always suspected that you were the left-back's girlfriend.
neither of you never confirmed but never denied.
however, she has been the one who’s been your lifeline during each injury period, every match through late-night calls when you were in munich and she was here, in her childhood city, playing for her childhood club.
aka the best club with the most history in women's football.
you tug your black hoodie’s drawstrings tighter, hiding the grin that’s been plastered on your face since you signed the contract two weeks ago after lyon paid bayern the transfer fee.
it’s supposed to be a surprise.
you’ve been meticulous, dodging selma’s questions during your video calls, changing the subject when she asked why you seemed so giddy lately.
now, as you wheel your suitcase through the airport, your phone buzzes in your pocket.
you glance at it, and your stomach drops at the notification on your lock screen.
sel:
lindsey spilled. you’re coming to lyon, aren’t you?
your grin falters.
damn it, lindsey.
you wanted to see selma’s face when you told her, wanted to catch the way her eyes would light up, maybe even tear up.
you text back quickly, fingers fumbling.
you:
maybe i’m just visiting? 😏
sel:
don’t play with me, y/n.
magou told me that you said goodbye to the bayern locker room yesterday.
i’m at the training ground.
get here.
now.
you laugh under your breath, warmth spreading through your bones.
she’s onto you, but that doesn’t dim the excitement. you slide into a taxi, the driver glancing at you in the rearview mirror, probably recognizing you.
you don’t care.
all you can think about is selma waiting for you, probably pacing, probably trying to act cool in front of her teammates.
the drive to lyon’s training facility feels eternal, but when you finally pull up, you spot her immediately.
she’s leaning against the fence, arms crossed as she stands beside sara, her dark hair pulled into a messy bun, and her lyon kit still damp from practice.
she’s trying to look stern, but the second your eyes meet, her lips twitch into a smile she cannot hide.
you grab your bag, thank the driver, and jog toward her.
she pushes off the fence, meeting you halfway, and before you can say anything, she’s in your arms, her face buried in your neck.
selma smells like grass and sweat.... and home.
“you’re such a terrible liar,” she mumbles against your skin, her voice soft but teasing.
“a surprise transfer? really? I'd call you corny for this but im more surprised that you thought you could keep this from me?”
you pull back just enough to look at her, your hands resting on her waist. selma's brown eyes are bright, a little glassy, and you swear your heart skips.
“i almost pulled it off,” you say, smirking.
“blame lindsey. she’s got a big mouth.”
selma laughs, the sound bubbling up like it always does when she’s trying to act mad but can’t.
“oh, i did. she told me two girls were coming from german clubs, and when i asked who, she just smirked and said, ‘well, jule from wolfsburg… maybe your special friend from bayern too.’”
selma mimics lindsey’s american accent, rolling her eyes.
“i knew it was you. i knew you’d do something stupidly romantic like this.”
“stupidly romantic?” you raise an eyebrow, stepping closer until there’s barely space between you.
“i’m moving across countries for you, selma. that’s, like, peak romance.”
selma's smile softens, and she reaches up, brushing her thumb along your cheek.
“you didn’t have to,” she whispers, her voice quieter now, like she’s letting herself be vulnerable.
“you were another captain at bayern. by that I mean you’re a star there. you could’ve stayed, and i would’ve—”
“no way,” you cut her off, shaking your head.
“you’re here. lyon’s your home. if one of us was gonna switch clubs, we all knew it was always gonna be me. besides,” you add with a grin, “i’m ready to boss the midfield for your childhood club. danielle’s shoes were big, but i’ve got this.”
selma’s eyes crinkle at the corners, and she pulls you into another hug, tighter this time.
“you’re such a dummy,” she says, but her french accent is thick, like she’s holding back tears, “i can’t believe you’re here. like… really here.”
you rest your chin on her head, swaying slightly, the world narrowing to just the two of you.
“i’m here,” you murmur, “and i’m not going anywhere unless you tell me to.”
she pulls back, giving you a playful shove.
“don’t tempt me. you’re gonna have to fight for your spot, you know. lyon’s not bayern. you know our history. we don’t just hand out starting roles to defensive mids who think they’re hot stuff.”
“oh, but you know i’m hot stuff,” you tease and give your girlfriend a wink, “and i’ll earn it. just wait till you see me breaking up plays and pinging balls to forward up top. we’re gonna run this league, selma.”
she grins, grabbing your hand and lacing her fingers through yours.
“we better since we already do,” she says, tugging you toward the training ground.
“come on, the team’s dying to see you. they’ve been buzzing since lindsey let it slip.”
you follow her, your bag slung over your shoulder, her hand warm in yours.
the large lyon facility sprawls ahead, all sleek lines and green pitches, but it’s selma’s excitement that makes it feel like home already.
she glances back at you, her smile wide and unguarded, and you know, without a doubt, that moving here was the best decision you’ve ever made.
“hey,” you say softly, stopping her for a second. she turns, eyebrows raised.
“i love you, you know that?”
sel's expression melts, and she steps closer, smiling at you gently, right there in the open, like she doesn’t care who sees.
“i know,” she says, smiling.
“i love you too, y/n. welcome to lyon.”
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authors note: this was a request from @sleepychelseafan :) thank you for your patience I hope you loved this :)
you couldn't keep a secret. everyone knew why you were coming to france.
warnings: established relationship
the air felt different from what you were used to in germany.
yes, france is only on the western border of germany, but the air felt crispier and you noticed a faint scent of lavender coming from some distant field.
as you stepped out of the airport doors, seeing a row of cars and people pushing their suitcases along their walking feet, your heart thuds in your chest.
this is not from nerves about the new club or the weight of replacing dann v donk who left lyon, but because of selma.
the fired up french woman is your girlfriend of three years. everyone always suspected that you were the left-back's girlfriend.
neither of you never confirmed but never denied.
however, she has been the one who’s been your lifeline during each injury period, every match through late-night calls when you were in munich and she was here, in her childhood city, playing for her childhood club.
aka the best club with the most history in women's football.
you tug your black hoodie’s drawstrings tighter, hiding the grin that’s been plastered on your face since you signed the contract two weeks ago after lyon paid bayern the transfer fee.
it’s supposed to be a surprise.
you’ve been meticulous, dodging selma’s questions during your video calls, changing the subject when she asked why you seemed so giddy lately.
now, as you wheel your suitcase through the airport, your phone buzzes in your pocket.
you glance at it, and your stomach drops at the notification on your lock screen.
sel:
lindsey spilled. you’re coming to lyon, aren’t you?
your grin falters.
damn it, lindsey.
you wanted to see selma’s face when you told her, wanted to catch the way her eyes would light up, maybe even tear up.
you text back quickly, fingers fumbling.
you:
maybe i’m just visiting? 😏
sel:
don’t play with me, y/n.
magou told me that you said goodbye to the bayern locker room yesterday.
i’m at the training ground.
get here.
now.
you laugh under your breath, warmth spreading through your bones.
she’s onto you, but that doesn’t dim the excitement. you slide into a taxi, the driver glancing at you in the rearview mirror, probably recognizing you.
you don’t care.
all you can think about is selma waiting for you, probably pacing, probably trying to act cool in front of her teammates.
the drive to lyon’s training facility feels eternal, but when you finally pull up, you spot her immediately.
she’s leaning against the fence, arms crossed as she stands beside sara, her dark hair pulled into a messy bun, and her lyon kit still damp from practice.
she’s trying to look stern, but the second your eyes meet, her lips twitch into a smile she cannot hide.
you grab your bag, thank the driver, and jog toward her.
she pushes off the fence, meeting you halfway, and before you can say anything, she’s in your arms, her face buried in your neck.
selma smells like grass and sweat.... and home.
“you’re such a terrible liar,” she mumbles against your skin, her voice soft but teasing.
“a surprise transfer? really? I'd call you corny for this but im more surprised that you thought you could keep this from me?”
you pull back just enough to look at her, your hands resting on her waist. selma's brown eyes are bright, a little glassy, and you swear your heart skips.
“i almost pulled it off,” you say, smirking.
“blame lindsey. she’s got a big mouth.”
selma laughs, the sound bubbling up like it always does when she’s trying to act mad but can’t.
“oh, i did. she told me two girls were coming from german clubs, and when i asked who, she just smirked and said, ‘well, jule from wolfsburg… maybe your special friend from bayern too.’”
selma mimics lindsey’s american accent, rolling her eyes.
“i knew it was you. i knew you’d do something stupidly romantic like this.”
“stupidly romantic?” you raise an eyebrow, stepping closer until there’s barely space between you.
“i’m moving across countries for you, selma. that’s, like, peak romance.”
selma's smile softens, and she reaches up, brushing her thumb along your cheek.
“you didn’t have to,” she whispers, her voice quieter now, like she’s letting herself be vulnerable.
“you were another captain at bayern. by that I mean you’re a star there. you could’ve stayed, and i would’ve—”
“no way,” you cut her off, shaking your head.
“you’re here. lyon’s your home. if one of us was gonna switch clubs, we all knew it was always gonna be me. besides,” you add with a grin, “i’m ready to boss the midfield for your childhood club. danielle’s shoes were big, but i’ve got this.”
selma’s eyes crinkle at the corners, and she pulls you into another hug, tighter this time.
“you’re such a dummy,” she says, but her french accent is thick, like she’s holding back tears, “i can’t believe you’re here. like… really here.”
you rest your chin on her head, swaying slightly, the world narrowing to just the two of you.
“i’m here,” you murmur, “and i’m not going anywhere unless you tell me to.”
she pulls back, giving you a playful shove.
“don’t tempt me. you’re gonna have to fight for your spot, you know. lyon’s not bayern. you know our history. we don’t just hand out starting roles to defensive mids who think they’re hot stuff.”
“oh, but you know i’m hot stuff,” you tease and give your girlfriend a wink, “and i’ll earn it. just wait till you see me breaking up plays and pinging balls to forward up top. we’re gonna run this league, selma.”
she grins, grabbing your hand and lacing her fingers through yours.
“we better since we already do,” she says, tugging you toward the training ground.
“come on, the team’s dying to see you. they’ve been buzzing since lindsey let it slip.”
you follow her, your bag slung over your shoulder, her hand warm in yours.
the large lyon facility sprawls ahead, all sleek lines and green pitches, but it’s selma’s excitement that makes it feel like home already.
she glances back at you, her smile wide and unguarded, and you know, without a doubt, that moving here was the best decision you’ve ever made.
“hey,” you say softly, stopping her for a second. she turns, eyebrows raised.
“i love you, you know that?”
sel's expression melts, and she steps closer, smiling at you gently, right there in the open, like she doesn’t care who sees.
“i know,” she says, smiling.
“i love you too, y/n. welcome to lyon.”
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authors note: this was a request from @sleepychelseafan :) thank you for your patience I hope you loved this :)
I saw that there are rumours of Keira Walsh leaving Barca for Chelsea but I also saw one that Ingrid is getting offers from Lyon?? Idk if these are true or not someone please tell me 🤔
I write to you with a heart full of hope and faith, and I ask for your urgent help. My family is in great danger due to the war, and I am running a fundraising campaign to save them. My father and mother suffer from diabetes and high blood pressure. Help me secure them
Please, can you reblog my campaign post on my account? Every participation can make a difference in my family's life. 🍉
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for any help you can provide.
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Other than yourself what are your TOP 5 writers on Tumblr?
Ooooof good question (I don’t consider myself a top 5 writer btw!)- these are in no particular order but:
Well a go-to reread for me is anything by @girlgenius1111 (not ashamed to say I have cried at her Sol stuff) - the way she writes is so incredible and she has a good mix of platonic and romantic stories too
Also @wileys-russo is another one that springs to mind - Fresa makes me cry and also makes my heart happy too and her romantic stories are 10/10 too (the latest Alexia angst with the marriage proposal and time skip to a baby?!?!?! Ugh my heart)
@mj0702 is another - ngl I would do almost anything for BB (Baby Bronze) and her writing is absolutely brilliant (the humour is so funny yet she manages to get the vulnerability across too)
Another writer is @woso-dreamzzz - all her stories are absolutely insane but I especially love Princesse (the big adventures series), Second Times A Charm, Pup and Cub - but I also love her head canons and elaborations etc that she does (10/10)
I also really like reading @flemingsfreckles (specifically Better Boyfriend than Him and Replacement but all of her stuff is really good)
I have way more than 5 that spring to mind but these are some stories that are fantastic:
@vamos-meadema - the checkmate series is elite highly recommend a read
@enwoso - her Grumpy universe is so beautiful
@vixwritesagain - rush is so good and her headcanons and expansion of the universe she’s created is amazing
@starrynights-sunnyskies - her Misa x Putellas!R social media stuff is so good
@jflemings - all of her Jessie fics r beautiful but I love Piper’s World
@wosounited - love her stuff too and she’s in the middle of reposting old stuff (with some edits) and some newer things too I believe but I love her stories too
@ceesimz - I love her austistic!R content and it’s so beautifully written too
Some other writers that deserve shout outs too:
@afterglowkatie
@ktgoodmorning
@hgfictionwriter
@lessi-lover
@inuyashaluver
Forehead smooches to anyone that writes anything - you are all very loved
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