#bachas

[didalexiabreakupwitholgaisback]

there are two types of people in this world. ✌️

leah "no shirts for me" williamson 🙅‍♀️:

aitana "i'm collecting them all like pokemon" bonmatí 🤭:

[meazalykov]

home is where you are

selma bacha x f!exbayern!reader

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.”

masterlist

authors note: this was a request from @sleepychelseafan :) thank you for your patience I hope you loved this :)

[pollitodesplumado]

Todos sabemos como termina esta historia

[totaly-obsessed]

Jersey Swaps pt.7 Appreciation

Request a player | with @alotofpockets

[makedonsgriva]

Basically india ki batting aaj

[solomiracle]

lucifer learning mc's native language so 1) they can grow closer, and 2) he can scold their ass in their native tongue like the mother he is

[reborn-from-your-ashes]

the semi roast of Eugenie Le Sommer.

[caitlinclark]

[suricidal]

she only scores bangers

[22plus15]

assisting hempo's assist, yellow card for shitstirring while france takes their penalty, two big blocks... all with a knee held together with two pieces of scotch tape. there is no one like lucy bronze

[air-rising]

Btw, this video is the longer version of the chant (but not the complete version). I rewatched the post match video, and I just realized I’ve missed, perhaps, the most important detail - why Ellie kept looking at the table:

They wrote the names of all the goalscorers on a banana.

[meazalykov]

is that my shirt?

ellie carpenter x lyon!reader

summary: someone stole your favorite shirt, at least it was your favorite person who did.

warnings: suggestive content, making out, no smut but 18+

you had always been a dedicated player, and since joining lyon  in 2020, you had found not only happiness but also a close knit family in your teammates. 

now, in 2024, as you renewed your contract for another two seasons, the team felt more like home than ever. with your position as an attacking midfielder, you had thrived, your skills shining brightly on the pitch. 

off the field, you had created a warm and inviting space that your teammates adored.

your apartment was a sanctuary, decorated in soft colors and adorned with plants that added a touch of life to the cozy environment. the open-concept living area featured a plush sofa surrounded by a plethora of cushions, inviting anyone to sink in and stay a while. 

on weekends, it was common for your teammates to stop by. they would gather for lunch, indulge in beauty treatments that you happily provided, or simply lounge around, binge-watching their favorite shows on one of your many streaming services.

among all your teammates, you shared a special bond with ellie. your chemistry was undeniable, and ellie seemed to be the one who frequented your apartment the most. 

whether it was to catch up on each other's lives, share a meal, have late night activities, or talk about any other important stuff, ellie’s presence always felt comforting. you couldn’t help but feel a flutter in your stomach whenever she came over. 

that spark had started a while back, evolving into something more than just friendship, yet you had never put a label on it.

one chilly november afternoon, you were getting ready for a cozy day at home, but as you rummaged through your closet, panic set in. your favorite shirt—a soft, oversized brown piece that you often wore on lazy days—was missing. 

you couldn’t recall the last time you had seen it. a quick mental review of your week revealed nothing but confusion. just then, a light bulb went off in your head. ellie had borrowed it during your last movie night, but you had been so wrapped up in laughter that you hadn’t thought about it since.

“oh no,” you mumbled to yourself. “ellie has my shirt.” the thought made you smile, and you decided that it was probably among the drying clothes in your laundry. 

you would simply ask ellie to return it the next time you were together.

fast forward to january, you and your teammates were celebrating the opening of a new seafood restaurant in the city. you entered the beautifully decorated space, the scent of the ocean filling the air. you felt excitement, not only for the food but also for the time spent with your teammates.

they took their seats around a large table, laughter echoing as they perused the menu.

as you chatted with your friends, your gaze fell upon ellie, who sat across from you. she looked radiant, her hair falling perfectly around her face and her eyes sparkling with mischief at the menu. 

your heart raced as you noticed ellie’s leather jacket had slightly parted, revealing the hem of your favorite shirt peeking out from underneath.

“no way,” you thought, a playful smirk forming on your lips. you tried to focus on the conversation, but your attention kept drifting back to that shirt. 

you wanted to say something, but the thought of embarrassing ellie or drawing too much attention to your romance held you back. the playful teasing from your teammates would be relentless if they caught wind of it.

just then, ellie stood up, heading toward the bathroom. you seized the moment, your curiosity and playful nature urging you to follow. 

a few minutes later, you slipped out of your seat and trailed after ellie, the sound of laughter fading behind you.

upon entering the bathroom, you found ellie at the sink, washing her hands. without thinking, you slipped behind her and wrapped your arms around her waist, feeling the warmth radiating from her body. 

ellie jumped slightly at the sudden embrace, turning her head to meet your gaze in the mirror.

“is that my shirt?” you whispered, your voice low and teasing.

ellie’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, her eyes widening in realization. 

“i forgot to give it back,” the australian admitted, a sheepish smile creeping across her face.

“forgot, huh? so you are a thief then,” you teased, your voice dripping with playful sarcasm. 

“but that is okay because you are a very hot thief.”

the air between you crackled with energy as you leaned closer, the warmth of your breath ghosting against ellie’s skin. she turned to face you, her eyes sparkling with mischief and something deeper. 

without a second thought, you leaned in, capturing ellie’s lips in a soft kiss.

the kiss deepened, both of you losing yourselves in the moment. your heart raced, and you could feel ellie’s smile against your lips. it was everything you had both been wanting, a sweet moment stolen amidst the chaos of life. 

time seemed to stand still until the sound of the bathroom door swung open.

“hey! you two! can you stop making out in there?” lindsey’s voice rang out, breaking the spell. 

“the food is ready, and we are waiting for you!”

you and ellie pulled away, laughter bubbling between you as you turned to face lindsey. your face felt hot, knowing you had been caught, but the embarrassment melted into joy as you exited the bathroom together, joining your teammates at the table.

“what were you two doing in there?” selma joked as you settled back into your seat.

you exchanged a glance with ellie, the warmth still lingering in your shared smile. 

“just talking,” you replied, unable to suppress your grin.

“you know how it is.”

“yeah, right,” sara chimed in, winking knowingly. the playful banter continued as everyone dug into their meals, but you and ellie continued to exchanged secret glances.

masterlist

[tracksuitlesbian]

Selma x Aitana love it ❤️💙

[celesteablack]

Jai mata di🧿🧿

[retrocesosdestacion]

🫶🫶🫶

[oldsardens]

Amine El Bacha - Cityscape