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japannkenn · 1 year

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Ao3 wrapped questions!

❤️

3, 11, 12, 15, 17, 22,

Thanks for the questions!

What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

AHAHAHAH ok so I can’t choose, so I narrowed it down to three. First up has to be, of course, my newest fic When In Venice. It is definitely one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. I’m obsessed with the dynamic between Luca and Alberto I managed to create. I really don’t know! There’s something about it. I love drunk, lethargic Luca falling madly in love with Alberto (a man, who quite literally is a complete stranger) and being confused and hesitant about it because of his true identity. That sentiment is wholly inspired by But First, Coffee by jofngve and Annie_Mantic. It’s not as prominent as I’d like, but it’s there and I think it’s the perfect drama only Luca would struggle with. He’s my special boy <3. It’s just so fun and fresh and I’m very proud of it. I really wish more people would see it, because I feel like it’s really telling of who I am as a writer ,,, if that makes any sense. I love wacky, funny, romantic stuff! And there it is :)

That aside, my second favorite fic of mine would be he looks up, grinning like a devil because…. Come on. It’s hilarious. I crack myself up. Who doesn’t love Crack Treated Seriously? I feel like I have a lot of great one-liners and prose (imagery) in there, I love the way Luca is just shamelessly horny for Alberto and how he’s made it his end-all-be-all mission to hook up with him. But the best part is Alberto’s exasperation over it. It’s solid gold and just,,, eek! Also I might be a bit biased towards it because of the memories it holds! I began writing it while on vacation in Oahu, Hawaii. I was sitting on the oceanfront view balcony of my hotel at night, watching the dark waves roll, and laughing my ass off.

Last one might be kiiiinda controversial. My (vaguely implied?) Giulberto fic, Marcovaldo Muscoli. It was written very sincerely when I was personally struggling with the same feelings as Giulia in the fic. Plus, it’s fun, it’s fresh, it’s relatable. I love to project onto these characters (did I mention that?). It talks about gender envy and identity, puberty, familial relationships in regards to adopted siblings, weird and potentially controversial feelings, that kind of thing. I love it! It’s my little black sheep! Something from the heart as a growing teen <3

What work took you the longest to write?

braised in the sand. It was written over a five month span and I completed the story before posting it. So I started writing it in March (after re-reading god only knows by secretsoup and promptly kickstarting my Luca phase all over again. Believe it or not, I got over Luca once but it yanked me back down by the reigns again 😂 I have the lovely Luca writers to thank for this <3 ((👀skypied, brunosaderogatory, The-Ressurection-3D, pinkplaidmoonshine, chemicalesbian, secretsoup, jofngve, Annie_Mantic, whalecarcass, 👋👋👋 HI)) and posted it in August. I thought having scheduled chapters would be a fun thing to try—spoiler alert: it’s not. Or at least not for me. I was too eager to post everything! Hats off to the authors out there who have the discipline to wait and schedule when chapters are posted 😅

How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

I have about two WIPS and probably a thousand unposted fics in my docs. They don’t concern me lol. I’m the type of person that starts something and obsesses over it, promptly forgetting about everything else I’ve got waiting to be finished 💀

What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

A fic called Somewhere In Northern Italy, a Luca x Call Me By Your Name AU 😂 it’s funny. And no, Luca is actually Oliver in this one💋

Your favorite character to write this year?

Alberto Scorfano. Of course. Alberto. He’s my bean. My baby. My kin. My love. My lifeline. I love to project onto him. I have some TMI personal issues? Alberto does too. I’m sad? So is Alberto. I’m hungry? Oh, Alberto too. He’s great! He’s versatile! I can stretch and shape him like a piece of taffy! His life in Portorosso actually sucks™️, now look at that, he’s a gondolier from Venice! Yes! Yes!!!!

Which work has the most comments?

braised in the sand, but mostly from a single reader (which I love and appreciate <3) AHAHAHAH lol. That said, AO3 Luca fandom is deaddd so despite all the TLC I pour into my fics, hardly any comments! Which sucks! And I know the other Luca writers agree. But it’s fine. Great, even. I wouldn’t change it for a thing!!!

Thanks for the questions! I had fun! Pass em’ along!

#ask game #answered ask #archive of our own #alberto scorfano #luca paguro #giulia marcovaldo #pixar luca #luca 2021 #luberto #disney luca #ciao alberto #fanfiction #luca

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there-is-just-me-myself-and-i · 25 days

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🐹 YOU'RE LOVELY

🐹 = "You? Intimidating? Hell no."

Hi Giulia 🤗🖤, and thank you so much!!! 🥺🥺🖤🖤🖤 I am happy being at the 🐹 level of immidation.

#ask answered #kaunisbaby #giulia 🖤

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totouchthcstars · 11 months

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"i broke my rules for you." (luca & giulia)

.｡.:*☆ "Yes, and?" Guilia arched a brow as she listened to her friend. It seemed like Luca wanted to tell her something particular with that statement. But if so, Guilia did not get it yet. And yes, that was something that did actually frustrate her.

"See, I am breaking various rules all of the time, and I thought you did as well, so what?" She sighed, shaking her head and scratching the bridge of her nose. "I am sorry. I just do not get what is so different this time, that you actually have to make such a big deal about it all of the sudden?"

@champagneprblms

#champagneprblms #answered ask #Giulia Marcovaldo tbt

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10velyroses · 2 years

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1 and 17

1. What did you dream about last night?

i'd actually like to know too lol

17. What is something you own that is important to you? What makes it so important?

its a letter, a virtual letter a friend on here wrote me, on a tablet and sent it as a pdf file with a a cover page and i re read whenever i need it and lately, it's been a lot of times and i just... cannot express how much this means to me. I'm currently working on writing a letter to that friend but i want it to be perfect so once my finals are over i can dedicate it as much time as i can.

#hi giulia !! i hope you're well ♡#sorry i answered so late #ask: soft black teabag #sweet giulia ✨

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katelynnwrites · 2 months

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There Ain't No Love (Like Our Love) | Sydney Lohmann

warnings: some angst

word count: 1890

summary: syd suddenly gets insecure and worried about the age difference in your relationship with her

a/n: requested :)

Humming quietly, you push your face further into the crook of your girlfriend’s neck.

She smells heavenly and she must feel you moving around because her arms tighten around your waist.

‘Too early.’ Sydney grumbles.

You chuckle and press a good morning kiss onto her skin.

‘Love you sonnenschein.’

‘I love you more.’ She whispers.

Laughing softly, you cup her face with your hand.

Tenderly, you stroke your thumb across her cheekbone. It’s an act of immeasurable adoration, one that has your girlfriend’s heart skipping a beat.

‘Not possible.’ You murmur.

‘Believe me it is. I love you. I love you.’ She declares, as she sits up to kiss you properly.

Her lips move against yours with purpose, as she pours every ounce of her affection for you into it.

You sigh happily and the midfielder leans over you, pushing her advantage as she swings her leg over your body to straddle you.

With the way she’s kissing you, you know you are not getting out of bed anytime soon.

******

You’re right.

Both you and Syd rush into the locker room, just a fraction of a minute on time.

As you sit down in your cubby and begin to hurriedly put your boots on, Klara teases, ‘Had a late night?’

‘No. Not that it’s any of your business.’ You huff.

‘Okay kleine.’ The forward sings.

‘Not a baby.’

You know she’s riling you up and yet, can’t help but retort.

Klara laughs, ‘How old are you again?’

‘One week away from turning nineteen.’

‘Exactly! A child! The fans call you Baby Bayern for a reason.’

She flounces out of the room with a look of delight and you roll your eyes, shoving your shin pads into your socks.

‘Very mature.’ Giulia mocks.

You jump, having not noticed her earlier and groan, ‘Oh not you too.’

‘Relax…I meant her. For all of your eighteen years, you’re far more mature than we give you credit for. Certainly more responsible and sensible than Klara. Except when you let her get under your skin of course.’

Your teammate adds the last sentence cheekily and you smile.

‘Thanks Giuli.’

******

In training, you partner up with Syd as usual but when you give her a grin, she only responds with a small smile.

You don’t know what to make of it but try to assure yourself that she is simply tired.

It’s after the first drill, when she gets Georgia to switch with her that you know for certain that something is wrong.

Never once in your entire relationship or your previous friendship with her has she done that.

It throws you off and while you try your best to remain focused on practice, your passes do not connect and you miss easy shots on goal.

You’re an anxious mess by the time training ends and everyone can see it.

Everyone but your girlfriend apparently.

You spend a long time in the showers, trying to get rid of your thoughts under the hot water.

When you emerge, Sydney is gone.

The both of you had come together and with the blonde taking her car, you’re left without a ride.

You must look lost as you stand in the car park because Magda and Pernille take pity on you, offering to drop you off.

‘Syd’s place or yours?’ Magda asks gently and you hesitate before answering.

‘Mine please.’

Your voice is small but your words reflect how you are feeling. You don’t want to see Sydney right now.

You don’t say much for the duration of the car ride and when you reach your apartment, Pernille gets out of the car with you, to give you a tight hug.

One that you soak in and appreciate all the more because of how badly you need it.

‘Call if you need anything. Even if you just need someone to talk to.’

‘Especially if you need someone to talk to.’ Magda calls out.

‘Thank you.’ You softly say and give your teammates a little wave before you disappear inside the building.

******

Your apartment is cold and empty. It’s dusty too because you haven’t been here in weeks.

Not since you unofficially moved in with the midfielder.

Sydney had cleared two of her drawers and set aside half of her closet space for you, three months ago.

Your toiletries and hairbrush are in her bathroom, your makeup and perfume on her vanity table.

You live there now. Her apartment is your home too.

Maybe for not much longer though.

Because Sydney gives you stone cold silence. You check your phone repeatedly for the rest of the day but she doesn’t text or call.

When you curl up to sleep alone, you can’t help but cry.

How could a day that started so perfectly end in a completely opposite way?

******

Turning up to training the next day, you can feel everyone’s eyes on you and your blotchy cheeks.

Klara takes you aside immediately.

For all of her teasing, she cares deeply about you. Like an older sister, she can be very protective.

‘What’s wrong? Please don’t lie to me. I know something is wrong and if yesterday was anything to go by, it has to do with Sydney.’

She squeezes your hand and you feel the shaky dam you built overnight break.

Everything comes out in a rush, ‘She had Georgia switch with her during training. She left me here and didn’t say anything. Klara, is my relationship with her over? I-Is this her way of breaking up with me? I don’t know what to think.’

You sob and the forward pulls you into a tight hug.

‘I don’t know what’s going through her head but I don’t think she’s breaking up with you. She loves you. Everyone can see that.’

‘I know she loves me but I don’t feel it now.’

You muffle your crying in Klara’s shoulder and that is the reason why you don’t see Sydney until it’s too late.

‘I’m sorry.’ She breathes.

You flinch and she sucks in a deep breath, hurt flashing across her own eyes. You have never rejected her before but she guesses that in this current situation, she deserves it.

‘I am so sorry.’

The blonde looks like she has been crying herself, the entire night if the dark circles under her eyes are anything to go by.

You don’t know what to do. It’s one thing for you to be hurting and another for your girlfriend to be hurting too. No matter how much pain and confusion she puts you through, you will always care about her.

Sydney takes your lack of response as a refusal and she begs, ‘Please…I love you. Can we talk?’

The German woman’s face falls even further when you still don’t say anything. In fact, you squeeze Klara’s hand in yours even more tightly.

Your girlfriend sniffles but meaningfully says, ‘Okay. I understand that you need some time. Text me when you’re ready to talk. I’ll wait for you. I’m always going to wait for you.’

She turns back around to leave, quickly doing so to hide her falling tears but you quietly tell her, ‘Stay. We can talk.’

Letting go of your friend’s hand, you try to give her a reassuring smile.

Klara doesn’t buy it but respects your decision, kissing your cheek gently and leaving. She shuts the door behind her with a click, giving you and Syd privacy.

As soon as she does, Sydney is trying to explain herself, ‘I’m sorry I made you feel like I don’t love you. I do. I love you so much that every important person in my life has heard your name. Everyone I know will have to know you to understand me. That is how deep of an imprint you have left on me. I hope you will continue to do so forever.’

‘Oh.’ You breathe, not expecting the blonde to say anything of the sort.

‘I’m sorry.’ She says again.

‘I don’t understand. Why’d you have Georgia change with you? Why did you leave without me and not say anything? Syd, are you breaking up with me?’

‘No….I-I don’t want to break up with you. Not unless you want to break up with me.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘I mean that Klara is right. What she said about you…’

‘Me?’

Your confusion is growing with every word out of the midfielder’s mouth and you shake your head, ‘Sonnenschein, help me understand? I don’t want to break up with you.’

‘You are just about to turn nineteen. I’m twenty three.’

‘Sydney?’

‘Klara said you’re a baby and I know you are not but there is still a four year age difference between us.’

‘Does that bother you?

As hard as you try to keep it from happening, your voice still wobbles.

Your girlfriend squeezes her eyes shut for a moment before opening them with a quiet sigh.

‘No. But the fans judge. Our teammates might judge.’

‘Syd!’

There is no mistaking the anger that is rushing through you and the blonde winces.

‘Are you serious? You wait till we’re almost a year into our relationship to think about that? To want to back out?’

Sydney’s hazel eyes widen considerably, ‘No! I’m just worried that their words might affect you. That you might be hurt by whatever they have to say. I love you but I can love you from afar if it means it will be easier for you.’

You give her a shove, ‘Fuck you for being such an idiot sonnenschein.

‘What?’

‘I love you. I love you for being you but did it not cross your mind to talk to me? You spiraled and I could have pulled you out of it.’

‘I’m sorry.’ She mumbles.

‘I don’t care what anyone else says. You love me and I love you. Both our families support our relationship and none of our teammates have ever said anything less than positive. That’s all that matters to me. It’s enough for me, is it enough for you?’

‘You are enough for me.’ The German woman breathes.

‘Then let it go Syd. Don’t worry about all the outside noise and simply focus on us.’

Your girlfriend stares at you for a long moment before letting out a sob.

Tentatively, she asks, ‘Can I kiss you?’

Smiling through your tears, you tiptoe and kiss her gently in answer.

The blonde midfielder audibly sighs in relief.

‘Don’t know what I did to deserve you.’ She murmurs against your lips in between kissing you, one, two, three, four times.

‘I’m going to make it up to you. Won’t let my thoughts spin me around again and if they begin to, I swear I won’t shut you out. I’ll talk to you.’

‘Okay.’ You whisper and lean fully into her arms, as she presses one last kiss onto your forehead.

Her fingers delicately brush loose strands of hair out of your face and she cradles your face in her hands before she drops her hands in favour of hugging you.

‘I love you. Endlessly.’ Your girlfriend promises, holding you tightly against her.

‘I love you too and just to be clear, you’re not breaking up with me and I’m not breaking up with you?’

Sydney groans at your slight teasing.

‘No. Never.’

You laugh and slip your hand into hers, ‘Good.’

German Translations:

kleine - little one

sonnenschein - sunshine

#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

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armysantiny · 2 years

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You're so sweet

#minnie answers #soft black teabag asks #minnie's lovely mutuals #mother giulia~

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redhairedgirl95 · 1 year

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Have you got any headcannons of Stella and the moon

Some Headcanons of Stella and the Moon <3

Stella was born at noon, during the brightest summer day of the whole year, but the first image her eyes saw was a version of the Moon, a daughter of the Moon, one who bears the name of the Moon. Her first memory of the Moon isn’t a memory at call, because she can’t remember it, but, as soon as Luna’s and Stella’s eyes met, the former Queen’s whole body was surrounded by a pale aura. Stella, daughter of the Moon, born under the Sun.

As a child, her favorite activity was just lying on the grass in the gardens and look up at the sky. She never got tired of it, because the sky is never the same. The day sky or the night sky. Everything changes, and Stella notices. The Suns of Solaria make her smile, the Moon, the only Moon of Solaria, makes her pensive, melancholic. She is always quiet when she looks at the Moon.

The first time she notices, she runs to her mother’s room. She is only three and she has never been more scared: there is no Moon in the sky. Luna takes her in her arms and leads her to the observatory. She teaches her everything about Moon phases and how important they are for the tides, and for one’s emotions. From that moment on, Stella is always a little bit sad when she knows the waning crescent moon is just around the corner.

Moonbathing is totally a thing. Being as connected as she is to the celestial bodies, the Moon helps her heal faster and calms her down, yet her main source of life is the Sun. Too much time spent away from the Sun weakens her, and that’s why she can only spend short periods of time in Callisto, the Moon Planet, whose sources of light stem from its two Moons reflecting the light of the Solarian Suns.

#giulia speaks #screaming into the void just because #giulia answers asks #winx club #stella winx club #moon #stella headcanons #winx headcanons #headcanons #solaria #callisto #queen luna #shining in the starlight

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doudouneverte · 6 months

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Straight to the point (or not?)

a/n: let me be bless you with a little something for Katherine Kühl...

*not my GIF*

Pairing: Kathrine Kühl x GERWNT!reader; Giulia Gwinn x reader (best friend); Alessia Russo x reader (past); Arsenal WFC x reader

Summary: a Danish player has a crush on someone but are they feeling the same thing?

Type: honestly I don't know

Warning: Gio being a helpful bro/sis for her friend,

word count: 4233

(I'll definitely write the second part later so feedback and proposition are welcome)

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"How do you know that you love someone? Like, when you've fallen in love with them?" Kathrine asked, and the entire table became silent.

Amelie just looked at her, then at all the girls in the dinner room, and pulled up her phone to type something. When the striker finished, the Arsenal midfielder got a notification from the team's group chat.

Amalie: Girls! Emergency! Meeting in my room after dinner

"You could've just told me you don't have to get all the team involved." The young player said, trying not to show her embarrassment.

"Trust me, we definitely need it." Without saying a word, the girls finish their dinner before all heading to the striker's room.

"So what is so important that you need all of us?" Pernille asked the PSG's player.

"It's not for me." The striker started making some teammates grumble. "Kathrine wanted to ask all of you something very important." She finished. All the attention was now on the midfielder, which made her a little nervous, and Amalie didn't help her relax because she gently pushed her in front of the team.

"Well, it's not that important. I just asked the girls a stupid question, and now they're overreacting, sorry." She said now more embarrassed than before.

"Since we're all here, I think we can help you with your little problem, right?" Signe proposed, and everybody agreed.

At this moment, the midfielder couldn't feel more happy to know that her teammates were there for her, but she was also nervous because she didn't want it to involve so many people.

When Amalie noticed that her teammate wasn't planning to speak, she took it in her hands. "Kathrine has a crush on someone!" She announced.

If you could die out of embarrassment, Kathrine would definitely be dead right now. Her face turned so red that she could be confounded by her shirt. A lot of gasps were heard in the room.

"I wasn't expecting something like this." Pernille said, but her comment didn't reach everyone at the moment Sofie opened her mouth.

"Wow, that's crazy! Who are they? Did they play football? Are they good-looking? Since when did you-"

"Sofie, please stop; I can't hear my own thoughts!" Katrine Veje said after putting her hand over the Madrid's player's mouth.

"That's why I didn't want to tell the whole team." The midfielder whispered to the striker.

"Sorry, not sorry, but I think we need as much help as we can have for a case like that." The other Danish replied.

"What do you mean by a case like that?" The Arsenal's player asked a little offended but she didn't get an answer before her captain spoke.

"I don't want to be intrusive, but can we know who they are? We all want to help you with something important like that, but we will need more information."

"She plays for Germany." The young player said.

After a little silence, all players started to complain, "That's the only thing you get?" Sofie asked.

"Yes, because honestly, I don't know if I really love her; maybe it's just a crush." Ke defended herself.

"Okay, now things have become a little more clear. But didn't you ever fall in love in the past?" The older Kat asked.

"I don't think so. I mean, I had friends who had ever fallen in love and had crushes, but for me, it was the same thing." She explained.

"Oh, trust me, it's not the same thing." Amalie interjected, getting the attention of the midfielder. "Look at that." She took her phone and opened Instagram; a few seconds later, she showed her phone to all their teammates. "This is the look of someone who is completely in love with someone else."

"Why did you use me as an example?" The national captain asked.

"Because you're too cute when you look at Magda like that, and I thought that it would be more helpful if I showed someone she knows." During their interaction, they didn't notice the weird expression on Kathrine's face.

The midfielder picked up her phone quickly and immediately texted the only other person who was aware of that situation.

Ke: I think I love her

She was grateful that her friend was quick to reply, but she wasn't ready for the answer.

"I'm tired. I'm going to sleep. Good night." The midfielder said and left before anyone could reply. The girls stayed a little longer before calling it a night.

Gio: I think you know the next step now

Ke: What?

Gio: you need to tell her

Ke: absolutely not!

Ke: are you crazy?

Gio: you don't have to do it tomorrow but you'll need to do it before she find someone

Ke: do you think it's possible?

Gio: I hope not because that would mean I spent too much time hearing you talk about her for nothing

Ke: thanks for the reassurance

Gio: I know, I'm the best

Ke: it was ironic

Gio: 🖕

The next day was game day. Denmark against Germany in the Nations League. What Kathrine didn't know was that the last night all her teammates were trying to guess who could have been this special person.

During the pitch inspection, both teams were totally focused, especially the Germans. The Danish midfielder was looking at the opposite team, searching for someone, when two hands covered her eyes.

"Guess who it is," you instructed her. The midfielder faked thinking for a moment before replying.

"Y/n/n?" She heard you grumble in defeat before you put your hands back in your pockets. "So how are you?" She asked after she turned around to face you.

"I don't know; I'm a little nervous to be back, but I'm also really excited. And you?"

"Same thing. I'm just a little disappointed that one of us has to beat the other."

"Stop being too friendly with enemy Y/n, you will see her back in London." Lina said.

"Okay, grumpy captain, but why don't you say the same thing for Syd?" The older German looked at her Bayern's teammate and looked back at you.

"You know what? Forget what I said, but don't go easy on her because you played for the same club." She warned you.

"Okay, first, I already know that, and second, don't worry, I always give 100% of my capacity." You reassured her.

"Well, don't do too much; you just came back from an injury." Your Arsenal teammate reminded you.

"If you think that will stop me, you're pretty wrong. And I think I need to show everyone that I can follow the rhythm." You said before leaving to see your national teammates.

After the end of the game, you lost 2-0. You played only for the last fifteen minutes, which was incomprehensible for you because you had already played a full half for Arsenal. A little frustrated, you made your way to the opposing team and shook hands before you spotted Ke.

The midfielder didn't wait too long before she gave you a hug and whispered some encouraging words for your next game against Iceland. Unknown to the two of you, some cameras spotted that moment, and it was the start of a lot of tease for the blonde player.

The next morning, Kathrine woke up with a message from Gio and from the team's group chat.

Gio: I hope she tried to steal you a kiss after you looked at her like that.

The Brazilian player sent her a picture taken last night. The Danish player started to blush, but she was definitely not ready for the next part. When she opened the group chat, she was welcomed by the same picture and a picture of Magda and Pernille shooting for Bayern, where P was making heart eyes at the defender.

Amalie: please try to spot the difference. spoiler alert: it's impossible

Now the midfielder was totally red, like last time. Thankfully, all of them seemed motivated to make this couple real, which made Arsenal's player a little more nervous.

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After the international break, you were back in London. You were messing up with Katie like usual when Ke finally appeared with Gio. The midfielder spent all her previous nights trying to find a way to not act in front of you, but that definitely didn't work well.

"Hey, look at that. Our little Danish super star is finally here." You commented. You didn't wait much longer before abandoning the Irish girl and making your way to hug the blonde midfielder.

Usually she would reciprocate it, but today she just froze. Her brain had accumulated too much tiredness from her late-night thoughts, and you didn't help when you just came and greeted her with your pretty smile, your marvelous scent, your familiar warmth, and...

"I think she's a little tired; she didn't sleep well last night." Gio said trying to save her friend from her thoughts.

You pulled away from the blonde and examined her to find some bags under her eyes. "Now that I look at it, yeah, you really seem tired." You said, and before the girl said anything, the Brazilian next to her used that moment to hug you. "Oh, yeah, I'm sorry. Hello, G, how are you?"

"Pretty good, and you?" After you started a little conversation with the brunette while Ke was finally coming back from her trance, when her friend noticed that, she excused herself and pulled the Danish away.

"I froze?" She asked, earning a nod of her teammate.

"Totally. Like a deer. It was pretty funny to look at, but it was also a little awkward," Gio said, and the midfielder turned red again. "Hey, it's okay. I mean, who wouldn't freeze if they were hugged by Y/n? She's literally the only person on the team who can be so touchy with everyone, and nobody complains about that." The Brazilian added.

"I'm going to die." The midfielder said dramatically.

"Oh, come on, don't say that. It was just one interaction; you can still ask her to train together today."

"She usually trains with Katie or Leah."

"Yep, but today Katie will train with me." The Brazilian said confidently.

"Why?"

"Because I'm a good friend, and I want to help you with your Y/n problem."

"It's not a problem."

"What is a problem?" You asked, coming out of nowhere.

"Nothing." Gio said quickly, making you raise an eyebrow at her. "But, hey, since you're here, I was thinking that maybe you could let me train with Katie today." She proposed.

You thought about it for a moment before replying, "Okay, but I heard we will train our defense skills today, so be careful." You warned her before leaving.

~~~~~

A few moments later, it was time to be paired for training, and you were talking with Alessia while the two younger players were looking at you.

"You need to ask her now before Alessia makes a move." Gio said, making her teammate blush.

"What? Asking her, like for a date?" Kathrine asked.

"No, you idiot, ask her to train with you," The striker said visibly annoyed. "But if you found courage to ask her out on your way, take it." She added before pushing the midfielder in your direction.

The walk to your position seemed too quick for the blonde, who hadn't found a proper way to ask you this simple question. When she arrived in front of you, she was greeted by an understandable glare from the other blue-eyed girl. She decided to ignore it for now, but she made a mental note to talk about it with Gio later.

When you noticed the Danish player, you stopped whatever conversation you had with the English striker and focused on her. "Hey, I was searching for you." You said, with a relieved smile, what made the midfielder smile. "Gio said she wants to train with Katie, so I wanted to ask you if you want to train with me." You asked her.

Ke couldn't be more thankful that you were the one who asked; she didn't vocalize her answer; she just nodded, and after that, Alessia left you to find her pair.

During the whole session, she couldn't help but admire you. Of course, she tried to have some conversation after she saw how Gio was struggling to contain Katie.

"I was wondering if you want to go somewhere after training today." She asked and was shocked by her own sudden confidence.

You thought about it, making her realize what she just asked you, and she immediately blushed again for the nth time recently.

"Yeah, why not? I just promised to call Giulia later, but I think she can wait." You replied, making her finally breathe correctly and mentally apologizing to your national teammate.

When the training came to an end, you were immediately pulled in by Vicki and Viv. The blonde midfielder was about to join the Brazilian when she heard you call her.

"Hey Ke?" She turned around. "See you later?" She just grinned and nodded before the two Dutch dragged you away.

"What will happen later?" Gio asked, coming out of nowhere.

"Jeez, Gio, you can't scare me like that." The midfielder said after jumping from surprise.

"Sorry, but why did she say see you later?" The striker asked again.

"I asked her to hang out after. You know, just to spend some time together, like for bonding time." The Danish said, but she couldn't hide her crimson cheeks.

Unaware of them, Alessia heard their conversation, and the English was about to say something until she was stopped by Leah. The blonde skipper just shook her head, and despite her grumbling, the striker just let it go.

Later this day, you were out with Kathrine, enjoying the city and learning more about each other. Even if you were in the club for a few years now, the Danish was still really recent there, and that meant you didn't know her as much as Leah or the others.

~~~~~

When you stopped at a coffee shop, you noticed a missed call from Giulia. You quickly texted your national teammate, but you didn't have time to shut down your phone until she replied back. Your distraction earned a weird look from the blonde girl in front of you.

"Who's this?" She asked, trying not to sound too intrusive.

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's Giulia, but it's okay. I told her that I'll call her later." You replied.

The midfielder nodded, and suddenly a question popped into her mind. "Since when do you know each other?" She asked you.

"Almost all my life, I think." You replied. "Why?" You asked with a confused smile.

"Oh, nothing; it's just that you seem really close, so I was just curious."

"Yeah. I see. I mean, it's totally okay to be curious. But yeah, I've known her since we were five, I think, so she's more like my sister than my best friend."

The information made the midfielder internally smile more than she showed. She was about to ask more questions about you when your phone buzzed again, but this time your expression was not the same as when Giulia texted you.

"Are you okay?" Kathrine asked.

"Yeah, sorry." You apologized.

"Is something bad with Giulia?"

"No, it's not her. It's Alessia." You replied and instantly put your phone back in your pocket.

"Is everything okay with her?" The Danish asked more interested this time.

She wasn't a fool; she knew that something was happening or had been between you and the striker, but she didn't really find the confidence to ask.

"Yeah, just a long story." You tried to brush it off. "But let's not talk about that. There will be a movie night at Viv and Beth's this Friday; do you plan to go?"

The midfielder clearly noted your attitude when you changed subjects but didn't want to push it. "It's a team bonding night, right? So yeah, I think I'll come." She replied and almost melted in her seat when you smiled.

"Cool, it will be cool." The two couldn't have to talk more before Gio and her boyfriend entered the coffee shop. And for the first time, Ke wished her friend was not there.

Of course, when you spotted the young forward, you invited them to sit with you, and she didn't refuse. The four of you talked for a moment until you had to go back home.

"So?" The striker asked immediately when you left the shop.

"What?" The midfielder replied.

"Oh, come on, you know what I mean."

"Okay, she asked me if I planned to go to the team movie night, and we talked a little about Giulia and Alessia."

"What? Alessia? Why?" The Brazilian was now fully focused.

"Alessia texted Y/n and she didn't seem very excited about it. Something definitely happened between them, but she didn't want to talk about it." The Danish explained.

"We will have to dig it during movie night."

~~~~~

Back at home, you quickly got rid of your shoes, instantly crashed on your couch, and called your best friend.

"Okay, now you have time to talk?" Giulia said sarcastically after she picked up.

"Hi to you too." You joked, making the other German snort.

"Sorry, I just thought you would forget to call like you always do."

"Hey, it's happened only a few times." You countered. "And it's not like I ditched you on purpose." You added.

For a moment, neither of you talked. The Bayern player knew that something was off, and when she understood that you didn't want to talk first, she took it in her hands.

"So? How was your date with your Danish girl?" The right-back asked, making you grumble.

"It was not a date." You said it firmly. "She just wanted to spend some time with me; I mean, it's okay, I do that with everyone."

"Everyone except one." Your best friend said making you mute again. "How are things with her, by the way?"

"She texted me. When I was Kathrine, she texted me, but I didn't reply." You explained.

"And you did well. Honestly, I don't know why you didn't accept the Bayern offer when it came to you after you learned she got transferred to Arsenal."

"Because Arsenal is like my second home."

"Okay, but Germany is your first home. I am your first home. And don't get me wrong, she is a good player, but I can't imagine how you can stand with her every day."

"Okay, first, it's not every day. It's only during training days. Second, Leah, Kim, and Lia make every thing possible to not let us alone in the same room for too long." You reassured your best friend.

"That's the same thing; as a professional footballer, we train almost all the week, which means you are almost a week near her. I really don't–"

"She came to talk with me today." You cut her off.

"What?!"

"Yeah, she wanted to be paired up for training, but I was already paired up with Kathrine. And surprisingly, she didn't complain about that."

"I hope she didn't try to talk with you after that."

"Don't worry, Vicki and Viv were there to pull me far away from her."

"Please remind me to get them some gifts before Jill has to go back to the Netherlands." She joked, making you laugh almost immediately. "I need to go, but please be careful and stay away from her. And maybe you can start to hang out more with Kathrine."

"What do you mean?"

"Look at the group chat sometime."

"You always talk too much."

"Just do it. Go back to after our game against Denmark. Now I really need to go. Bye and be careful."

"Always." You hung out and quickly opened the group chat.

~~~~~

In Germany, the defender sighed loudly after the call. This little action gained attention from some teammates.

"What's wrong?" Klara asked.

"Alessia can't let Y/n alone." She explained.

"Do we need to kick some ass?" Linda asked.

"What? Of course we need." Lea said.

"Wait, girls, calm down. We don't have to go that far. At least not now." Giulia said.

"Are you all crazy?" Klara genuinely asked. "You can't just fly to another country to beat someone." While all the girls in the changing room were agreeing with her, she added, "At least wait until we have to face them in the National League, so we will not have to pay for it."

"Okay, girls, I don't know what you're talking about, but I think you need to stop right now." Lina said trying to calm them.

"We're talking about Y/n and Alessia." Giulia explained.

"Okay, now things are different. And Klara is not wrong." The ex-captain said.

"Lina!?" Jovana and Glodis called the midfielder at the same time.

"What? Nobody mess up with Y/n without consequences. Now let's go; we have training to do."

~~~~~

Friday night came more quickly than Kathrine expected. The Danish found herself on the couple's couch, waiting for the rest of the team to show up. After fifteen minutes of attempting to distract herself by talking with Frida and Noelle, you finally knocked on the door. When Beth opened the door, you didn't waste time giving a powerful hug to the striker.

"Our little sunshine is finally here." Sabrina said.

"You're the one who is talking? Look at you, please." You replied, making the whole team laugh.

After greeting everyone, it was finally the Danish's turn. She tried not to act weird and just opened her arms, waiting for you to hug her like always. This time, you were the one who malfunctioned for a moment.

Since your call with your best friend, you have seen what they were talking about in the group chat, and one of the topics was you and your Danish teammate.

Like the Danish team, your national teammates found it cute how the younger players looked at you. A lot of them knew about your recent drama and didn't say too much, but some of them were suggesting that maybe she could be the one who could help you heal from it.

And since then, this idea hasn't stopped running through your mind. You started to analyze every eye contact you made with the midfielder, and you started to notice the little changes. The light blush gradually turn into something more intense. The little talks that she made last longer.

Thankfully for Kathrine, you easily came back to your senses and finally hugged her. This one lasted a little longer than usual, but nobody really noticed that. Well, maybe Alessia did. And the glare she sent you definitely confirmed it. Sensing the little awkward change in the atmosphere, Viv asked you if you could help her with something in the kitchen, which you accepted immediately.

Followed by Vicki, you made your way to the kitchen out of the blonde eyeshot but near the Danish earshot.

"Please, can we not start this now?" You asked the striker.

"I don't want to start anything unless you find it necessary." She replied, gaining a confused look from her national teammate. "She slept with Alessia." Viv explained.

"It's not like that." You interfered.

"What do you mean it's not like that? Did you sleep with her, yes or no?" The tall Dutch asked.

"Yes, but we didn't just sleep together, okay?"

"Okay, my bad, there was also a little relationship." She rolled her eyes.

"Wait, when?" Vicky asked.

"2021." You replied, "Until almost the end of the 21–22 season." You added.

"But why did you slip out?"

"Because our relationship was not really the best, and she broke my heart, so we just ended this." You explained this.

"She spent three days here, crying on the couch." Viv added.

"Okay, you don't have to say that. And I was broken at this moment, okay?" You tried to defend yourself.

"Okay, but right now I need to be sure that you don't end up doing something stupid tonight."

"Like what?" You were a little offended by the lack of trust of your teammates. "And it's not like we can do anything stupid. I have Kim and Jen on my back every day to be sure it never happens again."

"I still need to be sure that nothing can happen. So you'll be assigned to the scandis tonight. I don't want you too far from one of them, and more importantly, I don't want you near her, okay?" At this moment, Viv was using her serious tone, and she would not tolerate any errors from you. You just gulped and nodded before she let you leave the kitchen.

On your way back to the living room, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket.

You wanted to reply when you heard someone speaking.

G7: please don't do something stupid tonight, or I'll have to get the girls involved

You: what do you mean by "getting the girls involved" and how do you know what I'm doing right now? I didn't post anything anywhere.

G7: I have my connections

G7: now have a good night and keep an eye on the little Danish

"Hey, I think the movie is about to start." When you raised your head, you were found with Kathrine, who was visibly waiting for you.

"Uh, yeah, I'm sorry I'm coming."

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outsideratheart · 1 year

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Deja Vu (Leah Williamson x reader)

A/N: I cannot believe the response I got for Eyes Open. Thank you! I never planned on writing a sequel but i got sent an idea and I knew i had to write it.

Based off this request.

Part 2 to Eyes Open

You were told it would take a minimum of 6 weeks to recover from your head injury but the doctors said it could take longer. 2 weeks after the incident you got your stitches taken out and was cleared from your concussion. 1 week after that you starting training with Arsenal but Jonas refused to play you despite your constant begging.

Soon enough a month had passed and you starting struggling with been on the sidelines. You loved being able to be an Arsenal fan but you wasn’t even on the bench. You were watching from the stands and with every game that passed you became more and more frustrated.

6 weeks to the day you received a call from Sarina. She wanted to speak to you but asked that you don’t tell anyone. You were the starting number 10 for England and with the friendly against Germany coming up she needed you and wanted you in her starting 11.

You told her you had passed every test and this was true but then she asked why you hadn’t played an Arsenal game.

“I passed my tests and my scans are clear. They are scared” you were in a meeting room at SGP. Sarina on side and you on the other.

“If you passed your tests, why are they scared?” Sarina asks.

Truth is she had already asked the question to the staff at Arsenal. She knew the answer but she knew the only way you make the team is if she can trust you.

“Because my head isn’t as strong as before. You saw the hit it took it was bad but the only way for me to get stronger is to put it to work. I’m ready Sarina. Watch me at training, you’ll see”

And watch you see did, like a hawk but Sarina failed in comparison to Leah, Lucy and Keira. Every time the ball hit your head they would pester you, asking if you were ok or if you needed a break.

You let them fuss and hover knowing that it made them feel better even though it made you feel worse.

The morning of the game you started to get a headache. Did you think it was related to the injury? Of course you did but then you reminded yourself that everyone gets headaches and you overthinking won’t make it any better.

After the warms up you get ready for the game. You wait until every player is out of the locker room before putting some cooling gel on your forehead and hairline then take some paracetamol.

“You have a headache don’t you?” Lucy asks.

You grab your chest in fright. Of all people to catch you it had to one of the three people you absolutely did not want to see you.

“I’m fine Lucy. It’s only been a few days and I can already feel it going away” you try your best to reassure her but the look in her eyes tells you that it was a waste of time.

“Are you being serious? Days! Im telling Leah. Hell i’m telling Sarina. You’re not playing” Lucy tries to leave but you grab her wrist, preventing her from doing so.

“Lucia Roberta Tough Bronze. You will do no such thing. We need to win this game and you know the best way to do so is to have you and Leah on the back line, Keira in the middle and me up front.” You change your tone. You weren’t appealing to her human side, you were appealing to her player side and she couldn’t ignore it given that the game was due to kick off in 5 minutes.

“You feel even a little bit off you call for a sub and go for a scan afterwards” this was her compromise.

You don’t get the chance to respond as a member of the coaching staff comes to get the both of you.

It was a rematch of the euros final and England wanted go prove that the win wasn’t a fluke and Germany wanted to prove that they are better than the champions.

It’s safe to say this lead to the match being very physical and intense from the first whistle. You had taken a few knocks courtesy of Giulia Gwinn so when the team was back in the locker room at half Leah is by your side asking you question after question.

She strokes her finger over your scar. It was something she had been doing ever since you got your stitches out. When you asked why, she told you it was because it reminds that you are ok.

“Leah” your word fell on deaf ears “baby, look at me. It was a few knocks but nothing I haven’t had before. I’m ok”

You quickly steal a kiss before running back out to the field.

“Something is wrong with her” Keira whispers to Lucy.

Although she doesn’t respond, the look on her face speaks volumes.

“What is it?” Keira asks.

“I saw her earlier, before the game started. She was taking paracetamol”

“Her headaches are back?”

Lucy nods even though you never told her.

“What do we do?”

“We let Y/N manage this. She knows her body and mind better than anyone. Just keep an eye on her”

“I can do that” Keira’s eyes scan the locker room before stopping on her best friend “do we tell Leah?”

“No” the certainty in Lucy’s tone tells Keira how serious she is.

Throughout the second half, the couple watches you as much as they can whilst playing the game.

During a Germany free kick you are told to get in the wall. You see the ball come at you but you don’t have the chance to move and it hits you square in the face.

“Y/N!” Leah comes running towards you as play is stopped.

“Ooo, that stings”

The medics are soon by your side. They do a quick check and are happy for you to continue playing. You see Sarina eying you up from the sidelines. She makes the sub signal and you shake your head.

From then on the team sees the affect the hit has on you. Your moves are sloppy, you aren’t running as fast. You are the most vocal on the pitch but after the freekick you are silent and they notice you are avoiding heading the ball.

After a Germany corner Mary quickly clears it and sends the ball up the field where you are normally making a run. The whole team push forward to make the most of the play given that there isn’t long left in the game.

You hear the crowd erupt as Meado slots the ball into the back of the net. It is the last thing you hear as the ringing in your ears gets louder and louder. You take a knee as you try to focus but it doesn’t work. You are unable to balance and you fall back on the floor.

“Y/N!!!” Mary sprints over to you “ MEDIC!!!“ she rapidly waves her hand.

The celebrations come to an abrupt end as each England player on the pitch runs towards you.

You lay there unconscious. Your body limb and the only solace comes with the fact that they can see your chest rise and fall.

“No, no, no. Not again” Leah kneels down behind you and lifts your head onto her lap. She moves the stray hairs out of your face.

“Y/N please wake up. I can’t do this again” Leah begs you as tears fall freely down her face.

The medics arrive and once again Leah, Lucy and Keira stay by your side whilst the others players give you space.

“I don’t understand. She has been fine for weeks. She passed every test why would this happen?” Leah asks to no one in particular.

Keira looks at Lucy and defender knows what she is thinking.

“Did she take any knocks we didn’t see?” The medic asks.

“No. She was perfectly fine”

Again Keira looks at Lucy. The older player takes a deep breathe.

“She had a headache before the game”

Leah’s head snaps up in the direction of the woman who is talking. The look of betrayal covers her face.

“She said she has had it for a few days” Lucy can feel Leah’s eyes burning into her but she refuses to meet her gaze.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Leah voice is low and stern.

Lucy shrinks in her place. Just as she is about to speak Keira cuts her off.

“She didn’t want you to worry. Y/N told her not to tell you”

“You — Ke — you knew and you didn’t tell me” the anger that Leah was feeling gets replaced by hurt at the thought of her best friend keeping something this important from her.

As the three of them go back and forth you slow regain consciousness. Leah is arguing that they should have told her whilst the couple argues that they were doing what you wanted.

You begin to regain consciousness.

Deja vu. That is what they call it. That is what you are feeling. You know the the voices before you see their owners.

You feel drops of water on your cheeks. When you look up you realise that they are tears and they belonged to Leah. Once again she was trying and it was your fault.

“Hey” you reach up and awkwardly grab her shoulder.

“Great you’re awake. Get her off the pitch. Don’t let her lie to you!” You can hear the hurt in her voice.

You are about to respond but she walks to the sidelines for a drink.

You try to get to your feet but the blood comes rushing to your head and you stumble back again.

Lucy grabs your arm to steady you but you brush her off.

“You told her” you snap.

“You passed out on the pitch again. You were unconscious again. I didn’t have a choice”

“Yes you did. You —“ once again you feel light headed.

The medics put a stop to the conversation or more appropriately the arguement that you and Lucy were having. They usher you to the tunnel. You try to grab Leah’s hand as you pass her only for her to recoil from your touch. Your head was pounding, you felt sick but knowing that Leah didn’t want you to touch her, that hurt the most.

“I’m sorry” you whisper.

“You need to get checked over. Go”

You get examined by the medics then they leave you on the physio bench. They turn the light out as they leave. You hear the final whistle blow and cheering. England must have won.

The sounds of boots on the hard floor get closer and closer. You can hear the team in locker room and you’re not sure who you want to see first. Well you do but you’re not sure she will want to see you.

“I’m mad at you”

You could only see her silhouette but it was more than enough.

“Would it make it worse if I say I plead the fifth” you say playfully.

“Yes it would” Leah turns the light on without warning. The brightness makes your headache worse.

“Hey!“ you quickly cover your eyes.

As Leah walks closer to you she takes her boots off as to reduce the noise. The notion lets you know that she wasn’t really mad with you. She was using her angry to cover her fear.

“You were getting headaches again”

“Normal people get headaches Leah”

“You’re not normal”

“Thanks”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it”

You did but you really didn’t want to talk to her about this. You knew that you would only scare her if you did. It was the reason why you kept it secret in the first place.

“I want you to know I’m telling the truth when I say I didn’t think it was serious. It was only a headache then on the pitch, i don’t know, it happened so fast”

When you sit up you are meet with red eyes and tear stained cheeks.

“You are ok. I can see it in your eyes” you see Leah visibly relax upon her realisation.

“I am but they still want me to go for scans. I told them I needed to speak to you first”

Standing to your feet, Leah grabs your waist. She looks into your eyes and moves her fingers whilst telling you go follow it. This simple test is one she saw the doctor do time and time again. She starting doing it whenever she needed reassurance that you were ok.

“I’m not the only one you need to speak to. You owe both of them an apology”

“I know”

You leave the physio room and enter the locker room. You scan the room until you come across the two people you are trying to find.

You see Keira standing in front of Lucy as the old player wraps her arms around the midfielders waist.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you” you say as you reach her locker.

“Apology accepted. How’s the head?”

“I feel like I have the world’s worse brain freeze”

All of a sudden Lucy stands from her locker and pulls you into her arms.

“Don’t do that again” it was a warning but you knew she was coming from a good place.

“Im sorry to you too Ke. I shouldn’t have put you in a position where you had to lie to Leah”

“You didn’t. She did” Keira point to Lucy.

You look at your best friend and laugh. Your girlfriend was mad at you and hers was mad at her.

“Looks like we’re both in the dog house. Fancy swapping room mates?” You joke.

“Absolutely not!” Leah cuts in “you are not leaving my sight until you have a full bill of health”

When Sarina comes into the locker room she tells you that you won’t be playing the next game and that she will be going to the hospital with you so that she can know for sure what condition you are in.

“You’re in trouble” Leah whispers in your ear.

“Trouble’s my middle name” you kiss her cheek before you begin getting change “care to help me take my shirt off” you raise your eyebrows playfully.

“If I must”

Leah happily strips you off your shirt. She carefully lifts the material over your head and placed a gentle kiss on your scar.

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midnight-raven · 1 year

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What kind of martial arts do Luca, Alberto and Giulia practice to help the Spider Madrigals?

PS How did Scarlet Spider/Dolores react when Mariano got kidnapped for the first time?

Q.1: Good question.

Hmm, I guess I could see Giulia practicing karate or boxing. Alberto and Luca the same or even kickboxing maybe.

Q.2: Oh, whichever villain made that mistake better watch out.

At this point of Dolores becoming Scarlet Spider, she and Mariano’s relationship is only just starting to form.

But a villain stalking Dolores sees the two together and decides to take Mariano. Like the Green Goblin bridge scene.

“Let the man of your dreams die or suffer the innocent children! Make your choice, and see how a hero is rewarded!”

With a mixture of fear, worry, and even anger, you better believe that Dolores/Scarlet is gone come into battle blades blazing!

P.S Anon. I love your asks

#Anonymous Ask #Answered Ask #Adventures of the Spider-Madrigals #Dolores x Mariano #Team Underdog #Giulia Marcovaldo #Alberto Scorfano #Luca Paguro #Dolores Madrigal #Mariano Guzman #Not my gif

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leennaan · 10 months

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I'm the anon that ask would you write for guilia I have an idea for her maybe the reader plays a different sport you choose and reader guilia are both each other number one fans

I loved the request. I hope you like it too. Biathlon was and will always be my first and favorite sport. I have many happy memories with it so I hope I could incorporate it a bit in this Fic😊😄

Giulia Gwinn/ When two sports collide

Being a professional athlete was always your dream. When you were younger you did all sorts of sports, Judo, swimming, football, cross country skiing, you did everything. And you were good at almost everything.

But two sport remained in your heart, football and skiing. When you got older you changed from cross country to Biathlon and as soon as the riffle was added into the mix you knew that Biathlon was you sport.

Being one of the best from early helped a lot. So in your first season as a Biathlet, you had just turned 14, you won the German youth championship.

Football would always remain a big part of your life and you still played with your old teammates now and then but Biathlon became your life.

Giuli and you met at a sports event and instantly hit it off.

She was the one to ask you on a date and from that day one you became almost inseparable. Still everyone around you thought that the two of you were just best friends.

And you played along, not directly hiding your relationship but also not rubbing it in. You loved the soft and subtle touches you guys shared whenever friends were around.

When Giulia ruptured her ACL for the second time you knew how hard the coming month would be for her and with your Welt cup season just around the corner you couldn’t even be by her side.

The good thing about it was, that she tried to come to all your races.

When you won the first race and so had the privilege to start in the yellow bib as the overall leading athlete for the first time in your senior career your girlfriend was standing in the crowd cheering you on.

It was a great feeling as the two of you couldn’t always be at each others completions because of conflicting schedules.

She traveled with you to Gelsenkirchen when you represented Germany at the World Team Challenge at the Schalke Arena.

When you walked into the home changing room she joked that you would be the only person to get her into another home changing room other than Bayerns.

She was the first to congratulate you after you won the race together with your teammate Benedikt Doll.

So when your season came to an end and you won the Overall Cup for the first time in your career Giulia was of course in the crowd. She pulled you into a bone cracking hug as soon as you had gotten rid of your ski’s and riffle. „I am so proud of you baby! You had such a phenomenal season and even tho I hate that I ruptured my ACL again I am so happy that I could be at so many of your races.“

She pulled back slightly to kiss you on the forehead. „I love you Giuli. Thank you that you were always by my side. I now how hard this has been for you but we’re so strong and I am so happy that you were able to be with me almost this whole season!“

So when Giuli had her first match after almost a whole year you where standing in the crowd, wearing her Trikot and shouting the loudest whenever she had the ball.

After the game, which Bayern won 3-0, you came down to the pitch. And was the first to greet you, having spent a lot of time with Giulis Teammates you became great friends with most of them.

„Hey long time no seen.“ She said before she pulled you into a quick hug.

„Hey Syd. Great game!“ „Thank you, I think the whole team was just happy to have Giuli back on the pitch.“

„She was so nervous the whole night, scared to let you all down or that she wasn’t got enough and I think also a bit scared of the possibility to rupture something again.“

But before Syd could answer you Giulia had crushed into you.

You laughed and hugged her back. „You look good in my Trikot, it suits you.“ She mumbled, not letting you go.

“You two are sickening cute, you know.” Came the voice of Klara from behind you.

You pulled back slightly to look at her.

“You are just jealous that your boyfriend isn’t here to hug you.” You couldn’t help answering. Giulia and you could almost see how Klara as well as Syd, who was still standing beside you, worked you words out.

“Wait wai wait, you guys are together!? Since when? Oh my God. I thought we were friends Giuli. Why did it you say something?”

You and your girlfriend couldn’t help but laugh about Klaras dumbfounded face.

“I mean we didn’t exactly hid it. We life together. I was at so many of her races. And my post after her World Cup win wasn’t exactly subtle, was it?”

Giulia had posted a picture with the two of you hugging, her kissing the corner of you lips. She had captioned it with the words “my golden girl”

The speculations around your relationship went up afterwards but still not one of your friends believed the rumors still believing that the two of you were only best friends.

With Sydney und Klara knowing it wasn’t long until the whole team knew. All being happy for the two of you.

That evening, when the two of you were lying in bed together relaxing, Arms around each other just socking the other in you couldn’t be happier.

Your relationship may not be the easiest with the two sports often colliding but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

You were each others biggest fans, wether you were at the race or match or you were watching it on TV, always supporting each other.

“I love you Giulia Gwinn. I am so so happy to have you by my side.”

Later that night when you waited for Giuli to finish up her nightly routine you made a Instagram post for your Girl. Happy to show your support and Love.

Y/Nbiathlon

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I am so proud of you. For now almost a year you were fighting to get back out there. Today all the hard work payed off. To see you back out on the pitch, doing what you love was one of the best moments in my life.

Sharing these moments with you will never get old.

Together trough thick and thin. I will always be by your side.

Love you endlessly, you no. 1 Fan❤️

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(Just pretend that Pernille and Magdalena are Y/n and Giulia, I couldn’t find better pics😅)

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𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 | 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝟓)

Summary: It's time for Tom to go home, but crossing France is no easy task. You are back on the road again but you're not alone. Previous part - Masterlist

Tags: fluff, mention of death, death scenery

A/N: Thank you @babyblue711 for betareading. It's been fun to write for him again.

French spoken -> italics

There was something infuriating about crossing France at such a pace.

In fact, as soon as Tom and Giulia had gotten out of the American Hospital, there had been a lot of hiding and waiting for hours while the Germans settled in Paris like they were at home. When they finally reached the outwards of Paris, dark had fallen again and over the next few days they barely had been able to sleep.

Now, Tom and Giulia were walking across a field, the morning fog sticking to the wheat around them and the warm sun of June already peeking behind the woods they were headed towards. Tom’s hands were cold, so he put them in his pockets where the two cigarette packets rested safely, his fingers grazing them like they were a source of comfort.

“Where are we?”

Giulia didn’t turn around, trotting in front of him with purpose. “Nearing Etampes, we’ve still got a few kilometres to go.”

Tom felt silly for his question, for he had no idea what that meant for them. All he knew was that they would go as south as possible and get transportation once beyond the Demarcation Line, where France was said to be “free”, and that would be the most difficult task according to his guide.

He liked her. She was not really talkative but he didn’t care much, rather satisfied to remain with his own thoughts as they crossed the countryside. It was obvious she was smart from what he could tell, handy, and he was kind of grateful that she was here, leading him and risking her life to help him escape.

She also had figured him out quite quickly, to his greatest discontent. “We would go faster if you’d stop looking over your shoulder all of the time,” she stated as she crossed the hem of the woods they had finally reached.

Tom scowled, fastening his pace to catch up with her. “Maybe you should stop gawking at me and focus on our itinerary, eh? Wouldn't want us to get lost.”

“We won’t be lost as long as you stay close, and don’t flatter yourself,” she scoffed. “It’s like you're expecting something or someone to catch up with us. Trust me, the Germans are already ahead, or too busy north."

Tom found no witty response to retort as he looked at the green of the trees around him. Maybe he was not walking as fast as she was because he was indeed reluctant to gain speed, and maybe he was looking over his shoulder because he expected someone to appear behind him. Just… late to the party, maybe.

He closed his fingers around the packets more tightly as he jumped over a tree trunk.

Several hours later, when the sun was at its zenith, they had left the series of dry fields and forests and had emerged on a green path, where queues of people walked at a slow pace right before them.

Both him and Giulia came to a stop, observing as passed people of all ages and sizes, entire families, sometimes with bags, sometimes bereft of it, sometimes lucky enough to have an animal or a bike to carry it. He watched as a frail and exhausted-looking woman gave water to the infant in her arms, dusty and crying from fatigue as the heat weighed on them. Next to them, a half-burned car was abandoned on the side of the road, slowing down the advancement of the scattered mass. Tom could hear the roar of working automobiles somewhere further down the road and the neigh of horses.

“What… are they doing?” he asked, lips parted as he watched a child crunch a piece of bread between his teeth like it was stone.

“Fleeing,” Giulia answered, “Or going home. One of the two options. Come on.”

They jumped over the ditch that separated them from the road and began merging with the travellers, joining the queue of Belgians and French people that had fled the bombing of their home for months, and were now at a loss about what to do and where to go, Germans at every corner of the road.

You looked at your watch with impatience, seeing the sun filter through the thick curtain of the train window with Henriette seated across from you, anxiously looking around.

You felt the train slow down, and soon the sign of Chartes train station appeared as the wagon came to a full stop. You and Henriette didn’t move, watching as some people stood up to retrieve their bags and get off the train one after the other until a railwayman entered your wagon shouting.

“Terminus messieurs dames, veuillez descendre s’il vous plaît, le train n’ira pas plus loin!”

You exchanged a panicked glance with your friend, feeling the other remaining passengers stand up around you with murmured questions.

“What is happening? Why is the train stopping here? It’s too soon!”

You gave your friend a sharp shake of your head before grabbing your bag from above your head and making your way to exit the train, Henriette hot on your heels. The platform was crowded, so much so that you felt compelled to take the nurses’ hand in order not to lose her. People were coming in and out of the train station, some complaining and some looking around with anguish. You made your way to the billboard where hours of travel were displayed with difficulty, having to use your shoulders with force to do so.

“Excuse me, what is happening?” you approach a man that was already examining the sign with narrowed eyes.

“I’m afraid that there are no trains left in this station going south. Bridges blown up and orders from… above,” he trailed, a disgusted look on his face. “They don’t want people fleeing any more. Made them all stop until they got the system right.”

You felt dread fill you before thanking him and exiting the train station, watching helplessly as groups of people began unpacking food and looking around for cars to rent, rooms to lodge in, or officers to yell at. The rest only walked away to an adjacent street.

“Y/N, what do we do? We are a long way from Poitiers, and we have no transport.”

You tightened your grasp around your bag, looking at the people disappearing at a corner.

“Like everybody else. We walk.”

The walk was tiresome, but it was nothing compared to the many travellers you crossed paths with, those from the Exode who had been on the roads for weeks, months even, and had lost everything, all of this trying to escape a fight that caught up with them in the end.

But generosity was as current as grief in this time of need and you found lodging in a little shop prepared for refugees when night came, its shelves empty from the lack of resupply due to the German advancement. You couldn't say that it was comfortable but at least you could lie down, a luxury some did not have when they came down south, and you and Henriette exhaled in relief when you finally put down your bags and rested.

Food was what came to lack most rapidly, and when you took the road again in the morning under a hot bright sun, your water was running out as well, and several hours later, you were happy to find in the next village a pretty little square with a water pump available. Only, many more had that idea, and the queue to reach the precious liquid was long, so you were left to wait and listen to what was said around you.

“83, she was…slaughtered on the spot. Such a shame…”

You turn to look at the man talking, a tall middle-aged man wearing a hat protecting him from the sun, a thick flask hanging around his shoulder by a leather strap. He was recounting the story of what happened in a nearby village a week ago to a group of travellers, and you approached to listen as well.

“What happened?” asked a woman with a quiet voice.

“Refused to let them occupy her house, that’s all. She lost her husband in the Great War, couldn’t stomach a Boche, kept her head high she did… They dragged her out of her home and shot her. Bloody animals…” he trailed off as everybody looked down, you and Henriette mirroring them. “For me, she was the first resistant, didn’t wait for de Gaulle’s call to start acting.”

The queue moved a little bit more before you and you took a few trembling steps forwards, clutching your bag between your arms. You thought about your brother, somewhere is the north, either dead, made prisoners or lost. You thought about your parents who had travelled far away from the fight that had probably reached them by now, and you hoped they were safe. You thought about Tom, who had survived worse days and you muttered a little prayer between your lips to thank that he was still alive.

All around you it was all tales of how the Germans had cut through the countryside at lightning speed and didn’t even bother killing civilians in the process, dispersing them as much as they could. Each story had you hang on every word that one stranger or another said as you patiently waited your turn to quench your thirst.

Tom looked around, his height enabling him to see above the sea of heads around him, waiting for the same thing they did, and let out a sigh before lowering himself down to level Giulia’s ear.

“You lot have a knack for being slow, I reckon,” he said without making any effort to whisper, and his travelling partner immediately gave him a dark look.

Tom sneered, rolling his shoulders as he raised himself up again while she went back to ignoring him, hands firmly holding the bag on her back and waiting patiently for their turn.

But Tom was not as patient, and most of all, he was bored. He had just finished his first packet of cigarettes, and he found nothing else to do than to look around.

He had to admit, the place was beautiful. Trees bordering the courtyard, the fountain in its middle, the yellow walls of the building around them reflecting the pavements under their feet that shone with the sunlight. But, however pretty it was, all screamed panic around him, something unnatural as families waited for their turn to fill up their bottles with water, asking around for things he could not understand and he wished that Giulia would talk more. Teasing her was the sole thing that amused him lately, but she was reluctant to speak English when they were in public.

So he was left with looking over his shoulder and taking in the scenery, fingers playing inside with the content of his pockets and humming to himself. His smile dropped when he spotted a familiar head of hair and profile standing near a wall next to a man with an impressive moustache.

He narrowed his eyes and pressed the box in his hands harder as he felt his heart leap in his chest. Was this real, or was he just too thirsty to see clearly? The woman was all he saw now, her hair flowing carelessly in the wind and a heavy bag hanging at her side, eyes raised at the man before her and nodding comprehensively.

“Tom!” he heard Giulia hiss under her breath behind him when his feet led him out of the waiting line and straight to the group near the wall. When he approached and heard your voice, he suddenly felt like he was not on the run any more, but back at home.

“Oui, passed the fence and the bridge, and then Germans at every corner. They’re starting to organise themselves, the noose is tightening,” spoke the moustache man.

“What about Poitiers? Is it beyond the line?”

Tom let the man answer you with what sounded like gibberish to him and came to stand right behind you, a bright smile on his face when he smelled the scent of your hair mixed with days of travelling.

“Can’t seem to shake me off, eh?”

You freeze before you turn around, slowly at first and when your eyes examine him your lips parts in mid surprise, making Tom smile more broadly as he sees your eyes soften at the sight of him.

“M. Bennett,” he hears someone say and he notices for the first time the brown-haired woman standing next to you.

“Nurse,” he greets back with a grin as you close your mouth and look between him and Henriette.

Giulia choses this moment to appear right next to Tom’s shoulder, silently observing your little group with suspicious brows and when you turn your head towards her Tom grins wider.

“That’s my guide. She’s not as bad as you, I’d say. Not that it would be really difficult,” he jokes in the direction of the nurse, unable to hide his happiness while you still look speechless.

The nurse gives him an annoyed scowl before turning towards Giulia who wore the same expression, unamused by Tom’s unconcealed glee.

“So it’s you, the woman that started it all. I’m Henriette, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Giulia,” his companion says back while they shake hands before turning to you, still silent.

You seem to awaken at that moment. “Oh, I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you. Thank you for everything you’re doing,” you warmly shake her hand, and there is that flick of your eyes on him that he doesn’t miss. “How come you’re here? It’s a… happy coincidence.”

Tom, grateful that you switched to his language while Giulia winces at that choice, answers. “Just walked, not as fast as you did apparently. Were you really this eager to see me off? Could’ve come with me when I asked you, the journey would’ve been more fun.”

His smile is so bright that you can’t help but smile in turn, and he doesn’t look away from it even when Giulia pulls him away by the arm.

“Tom, I was serious when I said not to talk too loudly,” she whispers harshly as she beckons you and Henriette to follow them aside from the crowd. “We never know who can be listening.”

“She is right,” says Henriette wisely as she comes standing next to her. “I’ve heard there are already spies going around, and on top of that people feel abandoned by the military. Better not to test them.”

Tom groans in frustration and puts his hands back in his pockets, biting his tongue.

“I’m glad you made it,” you smile at him after a beat, and he finds his own again quickly while you stare at each other.

There is this shared happiness in the fact that you found each other again after that heartbreaking goodbye at the hospital, when you both thought you would never cross paths again. But now you’re diving into each other’s soul as if nothing had happened, heart content to gaze upon the other and ascertain that you’re both safe and sound.

His heart feels lighter and he reaches into his pocket to draw out one of the packets you’ve given him in what feels like weeks. “Want one? I’m warning you, they taste like shit.”

You smile before taking one.

The story of how you came to leave Paris is quickly told as well as the tale of your short journey south and when your flasks are filled with water to the brim, you all decide to travel together. Giulia knows where she is going, and it reassures both you and Henriette not to travel on your own any more. The plan is to stick together until you crossed the Demarcation Line and reached the Zone Libre. After that, you'll have to part ways again, and you find yourself less and less eager to arrive at your destination.

You had left Tom with such a heavy heart back in Paris that seeing him appear behind you, so radiant with his blue eyes so bright under the sunlight that you could not believe your luck. Maybe a greater design granted you this extra time with him to make up for your mistakes, the ones you had tried to apologise for in your unsent letters, writing it over and over again before throwing each of them away. Maybe you could use this time to “do things properly”, as he had put it. Yes, you would do that, and parting with him again would be easier.

But as you take to the road again, your mind is suddenly drawn elsewhere when you witness the remnants of the exodus and the consequences of war unfold brutally before your eyes. Bodies of dead horses, swollen by the heat and flies swarming around them sometimes appear upon your path as you walk further south, among other dreadful traces of what happened on these roads. The smell of carcasses you are forced to walk by mixed with the strong scent of fuel from cars you cross paths with repulses you, and you tell yourself that you will get used to it as you keep walking. Once or twice, you’re certain that you can discern improvised graves dug on the side of the road, some objects carefully laid upon the mound of dirt and a cross made of twigs planted above it.

All people killed by the enemy, by exhaustion, or by the war that was said to be over.

But nothing feels like it is, and when you look behind your shoulder to glance at Tom, fleeing the country he came to save, you find him already looking at you, and he gives you a small smile as Giulia walks beside him. You return it softly before looking back ahead of you, watching Henriette at your side lower her gaze when you pass a car with bullet holes in it. Tom will be fine, you tell yourself, and England will too.

An hour passes, and you finally have the chance to slow your pace and level with Tom that gladly lets you walk by his side, Henriette and Giulia busy speaking French ahead.

“So, how does it feel to be a dead man walking?” you ask, glancing at his shoulder where you know his wound is hidden under his shirt.

He smirks. “Surprisingly lively. Got my legs hurting like hell and ain’t no way the dead feel that way. But it’s not that bad, considerin’,” he remarks, lips curving upward and a glint in his eyes. “What about you? Happy to be crossing half the country with a Brit on the run? Not what you had in mind, I reckon.”

“It could be worse,” you shrug, “I could be crossing half the country with a sailor with no ship. A good thing you can swim, though, since there might be no more bridges to cross the river when we get there.”

“Who says I can swim?” he asks, raising a quizzical eyebrow he wants teasing.

You tilt your head to the side in false offence. “You’re lying…”

“Yeah, I am,” he grins wider and you chuckle in turn, a warm feeling in your chest. “Me dad taught Lois and me when we were little. Never got over the fact that she swam faster than I did.”

He smiles at the memory before his gaze turns forward and his eyes become hooded. At that moment, you know his mind had drifted back at home, lost in memories of his family and when you see his smile gradually disappear you feel compelled to say something.

“I’m sure they’re alright,” you begin, making your shoulder brush his arm with a nudge. “You’ll see them soon. You could even be an uncle by now!”

Tom smiles anew, the glint in his eyes returned. “Right, fancy that, me, an uncle. Got to live up to the name now.”

You bite your lip, the picture of Tom holding a small baby in his arms and looking down at its curious little face flashing in your mind. The sight melts your heart, to be able to imagine a future where Tom has the happiness he deserves, away from the fight and among his loved ones.

You realise that you’ll never have time to witness that, that you won’t be there.

You won’t be a part of it.

“Maybe you’ll be able to teach them how to swim when they grow up. You and Douglas.”

“Yeah, I don’t know,” he kicks a rock away with his foot. “It’ll got Harry and all that posh education maybe. Won’t need me very much.”

“I think the baby will be lucky to have you Tom,” you say, nodding your head firmly, feeling the doubt radiating from him and reaching through your skin. “Anybody would.”

His eyes snap back at you and stay there, and you can feel the burn of it on the side of your face. When you meet them they are soft, unsaid words floating through the silence that settles between you as you stare at each other, the affection tangible and heavy.

The silence is broken by a loud noise, a roar that seems to approach quickly and you raise your eyes at the sky like everybody else around you to search for the source of it. It becomes louder by the second, filling the air and you hear someone yell somewhere ahead before the sound of the engine becomes clear to you.

“Pas des nôtres !” Not ours! Someone shouts again and suddenly people are moving, scattering everywhere they can to find cover, rolling beneath their carts or jumping down the ditches at the side of the road beneath the trees that border it, out of view.

You surge into action, feeling Tom’s hand on your back and Henriette’s pull at your arm before you jump down in a ditch, back pressed against the dirt with the others, eyes directed at the sky in the hope to see the deadly machine that emits that deafening sound. Despite the leaves above you, you feel blinded by the light of the blue sky, the heat of June crushing you and you have no choice but to lower your gaze, blinking as icy panic fills your body, freezing you into place.

When you open your eyes again, it’s Tom they see, crouching next to you instead of lying down, as ready to run, eyes tensed in focus as they rake the sky for something to see. His chest heaves with every breath he takes, his hands tighten into fists, the anguish radiating off his skin as you can see on his face the dreadful memories he is reliving as clearly as words on a page. Memories of chasers coming down on a beach and the sharp pain of his shoulder among the screeching sound of sirens.

You don’t think, you reach for his hand on the grass, resting your palm over his fist and there is that slight flinching of his shoulders before his gaze snaps down where your hands meet. He stares at it, eyes softening before raising his eyes at you, and you smile, like it’s only the two of you in this place, like nothing else exists.

He opens his fingers and lets you take his palm, gently squeezing as you wait for the sound to come over you, passing far too close above and then it’s gone, fading away as quickly as it came.

Nobody moves at first, waiting for the noise to die in the distance and you exhale, watching as people start coming out of their hiding in shock silence.

A thumb caresses the side of your hand and you feel yourself being pulled upward out of the ditch.

A/N:

The ID in order to cross the line (auswei) was established in the course of July 1940. Late June/August, when Tom travels, the Germans were ensuring the correct functioning of the demarcation line, and setting official crossing points. Late June the Germans were still advancing before being called back after the signature of the franco-italian armistice by direct order, and roughly form the demarcation line.

Between the 20th and 26th of June, families are returning home, encouraged by the new government as Tom and Giulia go to the new Free Zone to cross the Spanish border.

The story of the 80 years old woman who got shot is a true one. She died a few hours before the armistice was announced.

Trad: "Terminus, ladies and gentlemen, would you please get off the train, it won't go any further!"

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