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wosoluver · 21 days
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To undo a mistake
part 1/17 - next
- requested! - Lena x Bayern player!Reader
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"We can still be friends! We can still share the room at camp!" - She said trying to cheer me up.
Of course she would.
it's Lena we're talking about. But it didn't do much for the heartache I felt.
Despite only being together for a couple months, I was so sure of this. So sure we were in for the long run.
We both liked each other very much, but soon realized that living in different cities caused more trouble than you two anticipated.
She played for Wolfsburg and you played for Bayern.
But unlike your girlfriend, now ex, you didn't think that the distance was the biggest problem.
Her not wanting to try harder was.
So here you were in tears in your apartment, talking to her in bed... over the phone.
Yes. Breaking up in the worst way possible. You'd think that out of consideration she would've done it in person.
"Lena, I'm going to hang up now."
"Yeah. Okay. I'm really sorry Y/N."
It had been tough the next couple months, specially when Wolfsburg vs Bayern came up.
It was the end of the first half. You tried your best to keep it to yourself. It was 1 x 0 to your team. Avoided her well enough. Being a forward helped. She spent most part of the game busy with trying to assist or making sure to get the ball through the middle field. When you hear the sound of the referee blowing the whistle, you bolted towards the locker room. Unbeknownst to you Lena tried to catch up, so you two could chat. But seeing this, Pernille was quick to stop her in her tracks. The girls had taken a notice of your change of mood. Even though you hadn't opened up to anyone about it, they knew it most likely had to do with your now ex- girlfriend. They had grown protective of you. You were young, just turned 20. And you were about to complete your first season for Bayern.
Back to the second half, you couldn't keep your head in the pitch. You weren't doing a good game. So you weren't surprised when you were subbed off at the 65' minute. Even when they usually only started subbing later on. Guess it was that bad.
You'd won 3x0. But honestly everything lately felt like a loss somehow.
By the final whistle, you just wanted the day to get over with. The game was away, so you made an effort along with other players, to thank the fans that came to support the team.
But you froze in your steps when you saw something that if your heart wasn't already broken in a hundred pieces, it would definitely be now...
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Hope you guys are excited for this one!
Thank you for the anon who sent in the lovely request! I didn't answer the ask with the story, bc I didn't want to give away the next steps. Still need your help though!
Please leave your comments 🙏🩷
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chelseajackarmy · 2 months
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Süle: So, what is Marco to you?
Mats: The reason I wake up every morning.
Süle: ...That’s adorable.
Marco earlier that morning, barging into Mats' room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!
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ijustneedtosave · 27 days
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To be honest, every time I see them together, I think of Neuller more than a decade ago.....
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Well… You know what I mean???
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Like father(s), like son
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History repeats itself (?)
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By the way, what should I call them? Musirtz? Wirtziala?
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theoniprince · 8 months
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On point!
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lady-byleth · 1 year
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"Even without armband. Our position is clear."
After the Fifa has threatened teams with sanctions for wearing the One Love armband the teams have decided to drop it. But the German team won't stay silent - or rather, they won't be silenced. So they, as one, covered their mouths for the official team photo before their first game of this World Cup
Taking to Twitter they announced:
"With the captains armband we wanted to take a stand for values that we live within the national team: diversity and mutual respect. To be loud together with other nations. It's not about a political statement: human rights are not negotiable. This should be a given. Unfortunately, it isn't always. That's why our message is so important. To take away our armband is like ordering us to stay silent. Our position is clear."
And I think that's pretty fucking dope of them
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fcbformulaeri · 1 year
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Still trying to put into words the pain of thinking of not seeing them in the next world cup.
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Manu and Thomas have made me so happy over the years:(
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My boy Musiala did not deserve this 😭
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writtingsomestuff · 1 year
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something related to marriage with Leon Goretzka?
I hope you like it! <3 (Not me watching his videos on YouTube to become familiar with his voice.) As always, any comment about my writing is welcome!
Please take into account that English is not my first language.
warnings: none, I think Leon Goretzka x fem!reader There's a small suprise at the end
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Happy Birthday, Love!
You let out a relieved sigh once you walked into your new home. After a long day at work, where you were surprised by your co-workers and a celebration night planned by your husband, you felt like you could sleep in the middle of the hall.
You took off your heels and left your purse in the floor. Leon hated disorder, but taking into account how asleep you were, you couldn't care less. He came right behind you and took the purse to put it into the table.
You carried your dead legs to the sofa and planned on sleeping there. Your husband came from the kitchen with a big glass of water for you.
"It seems that you enjoyed the night" He gave you one of his beautiful smiles
"Dear, I enjoyed it but I'm dead" You let out a huff while he looked at you lovingly
"As long as you enjoyed, that's enough for me" He said "Now please, sit down so you can drink your water and we can go to bed" He helped you to sit down properly. You looked at him with an honest smile on your face as you loved how much he loved you and cared about you, sometimes it felt like you did not deserve him
"Now you tell me," you began to talk slowly "how could you plan all of this? I mean, how long did it take you and how hard it was. There was everyone, literally, from my close friends to my family from back home, some of my past university mates and even your football friends"
"Let's say that... when I love someone," He began to speak while gave you your glass "I try the impossible to make them as much happy as I can" You drank your glass slowly and nodded to his words. You really did not deserve him. "Did you like your gift?"
"Ugh, Leon!" You said annoyed of how much love he could show you "you know I do, everything you do for me is just - you're just perfect, the perfect husband, alright? And sometimes I hate you for that because I cannot be as good as you are" You put the glass on the table while you looked at his eyes.
"Listen," Leon began "you're incredibly amazing, and I need you to know that. You are there for me, you try your best to take care of me, especially when I'm ill and you laugh at my bad jokes. I love how sweet you are to everyone and funny, how you try to cheer for me while being a Dortmund fan, how you make me watch your series and how happy you sound when you read out loud some of your books before going to sleep. Hell! I even love your disorder sometimes" He was on his knees, before you, with his hands on yours, "I love every single little thing about you, do you understand me?" He kissed your knuckles "and you deserve the world for that" He hugged tight as you tried to contain your tears.
You hugged him as well, in silent, both of you in the middle of the dining room, alone, on the floor. There was too much feelings there, no need to be said - it was enough to feel it.
You separated for him as you kept your hands on his super-defined arms. You gave him a small, shy kiss on his cheek.
"Leon" you took a deep breath, as you ended up letting your tears fall "I have to tell you something" he nodded for you to continue as he wiped your tears with his thumbs "Today is not your birthday" you left a small giggle, "but I have a surprise for you"
"Oh really?" He asked laughing "I wonder what it is"
You leaned into his ear, and whispered "I'm pregnant"
He looked at you amazed, as if he was dreaming, as if his biggest dream just came true. "Really?" He exclaimed without believing yet, and you just let out a small yes. He took you in his arms and lift you up and you squealed. "Oh my God!" He let out the biggest and most sincere laugh ever.
"We're going to be parents" you told him once he finally put you down. You caressed his right cheek with your hand, which he quickly took and kissed.
"You need to rest more, and eat healthier, much healthier" He said now, more serious "actually, I thing you could ask for your maternity leave now and -"
"I'm literally on my third week" you smiled at how he was freaking out more than you when you found out at your work place's bathroom
"No, no, no I think you should I mean..., like - this baby is... and his health-" he was literally starting to talk nonsense as you laughed at him "you know what, I'm calling Toni, he's been a father" He started to look for his jacket to get his phone
"Now?" You asked incredulously, as the clock indicated 02:07 A.M.
"Why not?" He asked as he looked for Toni's phone number. You just stood there, imagining how long that night was going to be.
"Leon, love, we will talk about this tomorrow, alright?" You took the phone from his hands and left it on the table "Now let's go to sleep and rest, please. We will figure out everything and you can ask Toni at a more reasonable hour, yeah?" You couldn't believe that you were the one calming him down "Come on, let's go to sleep"
He took your hand and together went upstairs.
"Don't prepare anything for my birthday, you already gave me the best gift" He told you as he got into the bed, next to you.
"The best one from you is still when you asked me to marry you" You told him sincerely
"Good night, sweetheart" He said, "and goodnight to you too" he whispered to the baby , as he put his hand on your belly.
The End
I hope you like it, I don't know how I wrote this and ended up with a pregnancy but I really hope you enjoyed it!
Love you all!!! <3
(Small Toni Kroos appearance because my man is a king)
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channeledhistory · 20 days
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sweetjames · 6 months
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Back together 😍😍
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xivdl · 1 year
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what's up long time no see I'm into football now
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thatgryffindor · 1 year
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The girls are fighting
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footballdesires · 1 year
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speaking german, goretzka
pairing: leon goretzka / she, her info: leon's girlfriend wants to learn a couple of german words, but it's easier said than done. a/n: i'm german and idk but i really hate writing in german haha requests are always open!
translations:
“und nächstes mal lernen wir dann eine paar begriffe um mich beim nächsten spiel anzufeuern.” (and next time, we will learn a couple of words for you to cheer for me at my next game.)
"ich liebe dich." (i love you.) "schönen guten tag." (a very nice form of hello, or good day)
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leon ran his long fingers through the mess of brown curls, scraping the over the scalp to calm down the frustration. for merely three hours, he sat in the same spot in one of munich’s many starbucks, with a dictionary on the small table in front of him. on the opposite side sat his girlfriend, the woman he met while being on vacation in portugal, and bringing her straight to germany with him. 
even after she decided to leave the life behind in her home country and lived with leon for more than half a year, she still had trouble to pronounce the easiest words in his mother tongue. cursing in portuguese, and holding a conversation in english were the ways out of embarrassment. but she faced trouble when one didn’t understand any other language than german. 
“it’s not that hard.” leon commented, when her gaze drifted over the words written down on the sheet of paper in front of her. she could have visited a state-certified translator and ask for help to become a master in speaking german. instead, leon sacrificed his free minutes between standing on the pitch to receive three points and exhausting training session to stay physically fit, to teach her a couple of sentences. 
“that’s what i say about my mother tongue, and you still cursed while learning the first word.” she looked up, through the thick black lashes that framed the fiery, almond-shaped eyes. one thing, leon goretzka loved most about the portuguese was the fact that whenever he opened his mouth to sarcastically comment on a situation, she already had a comeback prepared. 
shaking the head from left to right, a chuckle rolled off the tongue as he placed the elbows on the circular, wooden table between them. leaning further forward, the long fingers grabbed the small package of sugar, ripping it open quickly and pouring the white, small crystals into the freshly brewed cup of coffee in front of the female. after spending the hours of the day together, and cuddled up throughout the nights, the football player learned and remembered the smallest things about the female. for example, how she loved her coffee. 
“tschönen guhten tage.” she quietly repeated for the millionth time this day, almost throwing herself back against the comfortable, black lounger when she realized how different it sounded from the times leon spoke the three words. she crossed the arms over the chest, with the shoulders slumped. the material of the table and the small crystals of sugar which landed beside the plate underneath the cup captured the attention of the portuguese. 
her mind flashed through disparate images, the rolling, brown eyes of the male opposite of the table, wanting to run away from the scene or the closing lids as he slowly started to drift away into a slumber. leon tried his best to hide the constant exhaustion, but she stared straight through the unfazed masquerade.
“let’s try something else.” calloused fingertips tapped against the structure of the wooden table, desiring to receive the undivided attention of the female on him. tilting the head upwards, the bottom lip was pushed forward and the corners of the mouth dropped in a frown. she was disappointed in herself. “ich liebe dich, is the exact translation of i love you. it doesn’t matter how long you pull the letters or if you throw in another. in the end, it should sound the exact same.”
beaming with new-found confidence, she nodded the head repeatedly. “can you say it again, slowly?” the corners of the mouth lifted in a smile, and leon’s mouth mirrored the action. three words caused the female to forget about the frustration. “ich. liebe. dich.” he punctuated the words, slowly pulling the letters longer than needed to assure the precise communication between them. 
“isch liebe disch.” she repeated the syllables, clapping the hands together when she realized that the sentence sounded close to what leon taught her. “that wasn’t too hard.” she admitted with a wide smile. taking the silver spoon between the delicate fingers, she stirred the coffee and placed it back on the small plate underneath the cup. looking up from the brown liquid, she raised the eyebrows when the wide smile on leon’s bearded face caught her attention.
“right.” he agreed with her, folding the fleshy fingers in front of his face, and placing the chin on the digits. “und nächstes mal lernen wir dann eine paar begriffe um mich beim nächsten spiel anzufeuern.” the german words floated out of his mouth as if he spilled the hot coffee straight on the table. eyes widened, and eyebrows arched highly, she opened the mouth to answer but didn’t understand a word.
the expression on her face, and the mouth ajar, caused leon to chuckle into the intertwined fingers.
“what?”
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Bernd: Fight me!
Ter Stegen: *gets on one knee and pulls out a ring*
Ter Stegen: Fight me for the rest of our lives.
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friedrice15 · 6 months
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If Mats Hummels hadn’t been unnecessarily dropped for 4(?)ish years from the national team, I think they would have continued to dominate
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beyondthespheres · 1 year
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Nicole Anyomi of the German national team after losing the European Championship to England, 2022
Photo by her teammate Laura Freigang for German football mag 11 Freunde
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