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I’d Say Yes.

player: leon goretzka words: 538 request: Leon goretzka |  250 - 500 | she  | A cute  pregnancy one in which the OFC is due in a few days away and she and Leon talk about it because lets be real autumn/Halloween is the best season ever

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“Are you scared?” Leon asks as he hands her the hot mug of decaf and sits down beside her on the steps to their garden. Frost covers everything - every blade of grass, the patio table, the intricate detailing of cobwebs. She can see the moisture beginning to seep into the air from the mug and seeing each drop of it brings a smile to her face.

“A little bit,” she replies, slipping her hands around it for warmth and gives a small shudder as the heat has an immediate reaction. “Are you?”

“My reason is very different to yours.”

“But you still have a reason. Just because you’re not going to be pushing a baby out of yo-”

“YEP. Yep, I get that bit,” Leon gestures with his hand to stop. He was still coming around to the idea of how birth works. No amount of videos, reading up, listening to her speak about it and birthing classes could prepare him. The closer her due date approaches, the more that worry begins to fester within him.

“I’ll be ok, you know.” She gives him a smile.

“I know. I just hate the thought of you going through that.” His tone is solemn as he stares off at a spot and doesn’t break eye contact with that area. She follows his gaze, her own falling to leaves in burnt autumn colours which have fallen from the trees which line that side of the garden.

“But we’ll get something good out of it.” she replies, setting her mug down on the step beside her and he reaches for her hand now it’s free.

“We will,” he nods, squeezing just enough for her to feel slightly comforted by it and gives her a tight lipped smile. “The closer it gets, the more it feels real. You’ve grown a whole tiny human in there.” There’s a softness now in his voice, a softness that reaches his eyes. “Do we have enough warm clothing?”

“You’ve seen the wardrobe and drawers. Blankets, hats, mitts, onesies, socks, little cardigans and sweaters. We can get more when the baby is here if you’re worried.” she replies before wincing and doing her best at stretching her body out. “Damn I’m looking forward to no longer getting beaten up from the inside.” She tries to chuckle but it sounds strained as she pulls her hand from Leon’s and rubs it over her large, swollen belly.

“I will miss watching this though,” Leon comments, observing as her belly stretches out as the baby moves beneath the surface. He walks his fingers over the roundness and grins as the baby kicks off each of his “steps”.

“I’ll miss playing with them in the bath. Dripping water on my belly and watching them kick and push it off. Feel them dance when I listen to music. Or when they have hiccups.”

“Look at you being broody before we’ve even got the first one here.”

“Don’t get me wrong,” she laughs and waves a hand. “I’m done with the sickness, with the aches, the swelling feet and ankles but it’s definitely been an experience.”

“Would you do it again though?”

“Ask me once this is over, but right now, I’d say yes.”

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Every You, Every Me (Leon Goretzka story) Part XII

It’s been a while, no? I usually don’t like to ramble here, before you guys get to read the stuff, but I feel the need to apologise for not updating this for so long. Truth to be told, life got in the way, and along the struggles, I lost my will to write, but here it is. I dunno, please, give it a try, enjoy it, and I would be overjoyed if you let me know what you think about it. The last chapter of this story will be updated in the coming week, and after that, I don’t know... if you have some ideas on what you would like to read, feel free to send me a message/ask. Love you xx

PART I | PART II | PART III | PART IV | PART V | PART VI | PART VII | PART VIII | PART IX | PART X  | PART XII

The late August evening was warm but still not warm enough for Sofie to ignore the shiver that ran from the base of her neck and down her spine, clenching at her bones, and in that very moment, she wished she was wearing some kind of outer layer that would give her some much needed comfort. Wanting to stop the shivers that comfortably strolled down her back, Sofie wrapped her arms around herself, giving her forearms a small rub as she briefly looked up at the darkening sky before gazing back at the merry crowd in front of her — their loud chatter, mixed with the muted beats that vibrated from inside the venue, thumping beneath Sofie’s feet. 

When Elle waltized her way inside Sofie’s messy apartment, almost two weeks ago, smiling like a Chesire cat and waving a sleek-looking party invitation in her hand, Sofie only questioningly raised her eyebrows but quickly refused to tag along, blurting out a list of pathetic excuses for why she couldn’t join her. Perhaps, some other Sofie would more than happily jump on the opportunity to attend a lavish, private party with an open bar tab and a fairly known DJ behind the booth, but the Sofie that spent weeks hiding from people, had all but the willpower to participate. 

Sofie was socially and emotionally drained to a pulp, and with her thoughts being a mess she had no strength to tidy up, Sofie felt like she had no right to ruin someone else’s excitement, dragging them down with her emotional baggage that had Leon’s name printed all over it. 

“This is fun,” Sofie blurted out, raising her arms above her head and stretching a little — her sudden movements gaining Elle’s attention. Her best friend only nodded with a grin as she mouthed the lyrics of the song that was playing inside the venue before opening her bag and taking her phone out — her brows furrowing for a moment as she looked at the poorly lit screen. 

“Look, I know I forced you into this,” Elle started, briefly glancing at Sofie with a funny smirk, “but if you give me just one example of something that you’ve done recently an that was more exciting than a night out with your best friend, I will be more than happy to let you go,” her best friend added, and Sofie nodded a little, opening her mouth to say something, but after staying quiet for a few seconds, Elle’s smirk turned into a thriumpantic grin. “If you say doing laundry, reading or studying, I will be deeply offended.”

Sofie sheepishly smiled back, scrunching her nose a little as she tried to dig her brain for an answer or a valid counterargument, but her head seemed to be a blank canvas, and as sad as it sounded, refolding laundry, reading and studying, accompanied by some good, old, trash TV, were the only things she had done and somewhat enjoyed in the past few weeks. 

“Not standing and waiting in this line is one thing, I guess,” Sofie mumbled finally, causing Elle to shake her head as she laughed a little — the loose strands of her hair sticking to her mauve stained lips. 

“That’s a valid one, yes, but—give me a second…,” Elle trailed off as her phone lit up yet again and she quickly looked away from Sofie — her fingers moving rapidly across the keyboard as she typed back to whoever was texting her.  

Patiently, Sofie watched her best friend for a few seconds, wondering if Elle had any intentions to continue her thought, but when the taller girl stayed quiet, Sofie exhaled softly and looked down at her shoes — a nice pair of block-heeled sandals she had borrowed for the occasion. 

“I’ve seen that Serge invited us to their party, too,” Sofie spoke softly after looking up, bringing her hand to her hair before touching the slightly outgrown cut, trying to look and sound nonchalant about the fact that, lately, she had been ghosting everyone, including Serge, “and if you want to go there, you can. I am sure that Serge would love to have you as his karaoke partner rather than Thomas. We all know that he sounds like one of his horses when given a microphone and lyrics to Robbie Williams’ ‘Feel’.”

Sofie hoped that her statement would make Elle laugh, groan and cover her face in a second-hand embarrassment at the memory of the last time they all had a sing-off for Serge’s birthday party, but when the blonde only looked back at her, Sofie couldn’t see a single trace of joy on her best friend’s face, but rather a sad smile, full of compassion. 

“We can always go together,” Elle offered with a small and hopeful look in her eyes  — the two of them casually shuffling towards the entrance as the bouncer let a group of particularly excited party goers inside the club, “we don’t even have to hang out with you know who—”

“—Leon, you mean?” Sofie interrupted with a smile — the taste of his name, bittersweet as it slid off of her tongue. “You can say his name, you know? It’s not like he’s Voldermort or something.”

“He might as well,” Elle breathed out into her chin, glancing away from Sofie and knitting her eyebrows together at whatever she was thinking about. With a sigh, Sofie looked away, bringing her bottom lip between her teeth before opening her mouth to say something, feeling annoyed at herself for doing exactly what she tried to avoid — dragging down Elle’s good mood. “—Listen, if you change your mind,” Elle suddenly blurted out, —I know you won’t, but if you do so, we can always have a few drinks here and then join them or whatever…,” her best friend trailed off — her eyes filled with a certain kind of hope that made Sofie want to strangle herself for acting the way she was. 

“There is no way I can go to their party and ignore him,” Sofie answered — the air inside her lungs causing her chest to suddenly feel like it’s on fire, “and we need to accept that the way we used to hang out together is not going to happen ever again, and just because Leon and I are—whatever this is—,” Sofie stopped for a second, waving her hands around a little, trying to keep her composure calm, “look, the fact that I shouldn’t go there, it doesn’t mean that you need to—”

“—you’re rambling, Sofie,” Elle interrupted, putting her hand over Sofie’s mouth for a brief second before pulling it away, remembering that Sofie was wearing a deep shade of red on her lips. “That party is nothing compared to this one if I don’t get to have you by my side, and also, we didn’t go through all the hassle of making you wear that pretty dress and those pretty shoes so you can overthink and be moody the entire night. And anyway, fuck Leon—shit, sorry, not literally—,” Elle laughed a little, nervously wrapping one arm around Sofie’s shoulders. “I just want to have a good time with you because it’s been so long since it was just the two of us, going out like this, and honestly, I missed it.”

Unable to say anything, Sofie just smiled — her heart, filling with a certain kind of love that she felt for the temperamental, sailor-mouthed girl she had the privilege to call her best friend.

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Leaning forward and with her elbow resting on top of her bare knees, Sofie tried her best to immerse herself in the conversation she stumbled into after coming back from the dance floor — her adrenaline high and her heart beating fast in her chest. She couldn’t say for sure what time it was or how long they had been inside the crowded venue, celebrating birthday of a person she didn’t even know the name of, but judging by the amount of empty bottles and glasses on the table, and the layer of sweat on her back that grew thicker with each second, Sofie knew that the Friday night was slowly flying away, and for the first time in a while, she felt like she didn’t want to leave. 

Sofie would be lying if she said that she was having the time of her life — the party and the majority of people around her, just a tiny bit too extravagant and posh for her liking, but she still made an effort to loosen up the invisible but tense ties that held her hostage; she still made an effort to relax and to have as much fun as possible as she talked, laughed, and even danced with Elle among the other semi-sweaty bodies on the dancefloor, badly singing the lyrics to the songs she enjoyed.  

She was feeling content, and even though she had a strange feeling that everything she was pushing away would come back to haunt her once she was alone, she let herself forget the mess that her life seemed to resemble — the frustrations and the heartache she felt, carefully tucked away. 

“What are Gnabry and Goretzka doing here? Weren’t they having a party of their own?” a guy, sitting an arms length away from Sofie suddenly asked, and even though the music was fairly loud, the words that he uttered, travelled through Sofie’s ears, and the realisation of what they meant, caused her to almost choke on the sip she was taking — her focus taking an abrupt halt. 

Swallowing carefully — the drop of her beverage scraping her throat, Sofie turned her head towards Elle, trying to catch her gaze, only to find her best friend already on her feet, waving someone over with a wide grin on her face.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Sofie closed her eyes for a moment in order to gather her thoughts before blinking slowly — her eyes focusing on the tall man wearing black, looking as if he just stepped from one of the commercial ads he did some time ago. His hands rested in the pockets of his jeans as he trailed behind their ridiculously dressed friend, wearing an outrageous zebra-printed shirt and a pair of sunglasses that were all but necessary inside the club. 

Her legs buckled slightly when she got up to her feet, nervously pulling at the strap of her dress that was sliding down her shoulder before quickly gathering her bag — the need to leave the table before they approached, seeming like the only sane thing she could do. She knew that she was being childish, and she was more than aware that the way she acted was nothing but laughable to someone with real life struggles, but the way her body reacted at the sight of him, and the fact that her brain almost instantly rewinded to everything that happened in the past few months, Sofie felt like she had no other choice. 

Running a hand over her head, Sofie exhaled quickly before trying to make her way around the tables, but a gentle tug of someone’s hand around her wrist made her stop. Looking down at where her best friend was holding her, Sofie swallowed the dryness inside her throat before meeting Elle’s apologetic eyes, and she didn’t even have to ask if the tall blonde knew that they were coming. 

“It’ll be fine…,” Elle trailed off as she leaned closer to Sofie’s ear – the grip on Sofie’s wrist still gentle but firm, and even though she wanted nothing more but to fight her on this, Sofie only nodded before setting her eyes on the two men that were slowly approaching their table. 

Sofie tried not to, but she couldn't help but follow Leon with her eyes as he stepped closer, greeting the people around her, causing her stomach to do all kinds of aeralist exercises as she watched him. She hated to admit it, but he was leaving her breathless, and taking every detail of his presence made her realise that she just couldn’t run away from the feelings she had for the tall midfielder, and only when she felt Serge’s arms wrap around her tightly, did she squeeze her eyes shut, embracing her friend tighter than she wanted to. 

“What? The ugly cardigan didn’t match with the dress?” Serge asked with a grin as he slid his glasses down the bridge of his nose, giving Sofie an appreciative once-over. 

Sofie didn’t answer but only meekly smiled — her eyes moving back to where Leon stood, leaning closer towards the person next to him before laughing in delight at whatever he was being told, causing an army of butterflies to erupt inside her stomach. Her chest was soaring with the emotions, and just when she was about to look away, Leon’s eyes met hers, but instead of smiling back at her, his lips turned into a straight line as his smile faltered, but yet, he refused to look away while Sofie tried to fight of the awkwardness of the situation. 

Hesitantly and awkwardly, Sofie only raised her hand in a small wave, mouthing her congratulations, followed by a weak, and above all, pathetic smile – her stomach knotting when Leon only nodded briefly before stepping forward and towards her. Quickly, Sofie closed her eyes, bracing herself for whatever was about to happen, but after a few moments, the only things she felt was the warmth of his body and a faint trace of his cologne as he bypassed her and wrapped his arms around his childhood friend Elle. 

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love means nothing | chapter 02

leon goretzka x original female character [+18]

synopsis: 10 years ago, after winning wimbledon at the age of 18, olivia araujo was tennis's biggest rising star. she had a cosmopolitan social life, a handsome boyfriend and all the time in the world. now she was pushing 30, single, lonely and after several complicated injuries she could feel her career coming to an end. warnings: sports-typical violence; mentions of depression; angst; timeline of events are not based on real life; minors dni.

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Chapter 02 | Closer

“And when I see you then I know it will be next to me

And when I need you I know you will be there with me

I'll never leave you”

April, 2013, Stuttgart

It was my first time in Germany and I was playing Maria Sharapova in the Stuttgart Open Final. I was still practically a rookie at the time, having debuted at pro tennis only a year prior. At the time I already had a couple masters titles and the press was paying close attention to me. Young, rich, pretty and full of potential. I had a good sense of style and I inherited my parents' fame and connections. An ‘it-girl’, that was the term they were using. To make things more interesting for the tabloids, I would get a new boyfriend every few months. The guy at the time was Leon Goretzka, a football player, 18 years old just like me. He was playing for Schalke 04, 400 km away from Stuttgart, and we would meet in person for the first time after the tournament.

Up until then our flirting was online. We met through social media and hit it off immediately. Leon was a charming prince and it was so nice talking to someone who was going through the same things as I was. 

leon:

no way you’re playing sharapova :o think you can win??

liv:

i know right!! so cool

why don’t you watch the match and find out ;)

Getting to play with the grown ups for the first time. The pressure to be perfect. The press constantly telling the world you’re the next big thing, when you know for a fact they’re just waiting for you to stumble so they can tear you down. He just got it, he understood me when not a lot of people seemed genuinely interested in trying to.

“Feeling confident?” My dad asked before the match.

“As always.” I answered with a smile.

“That’s my girl!”

An hour and a half later I was lifting another trophy. I walked off the court, sweat pouring down my face and my heart racing. Maria had given me a run for my money, but I had managed to pull off a win in the end.

As I made my way back to the locker room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. The pressure to perform had been intense, and I knew that one misstep could have cost me the match. But I kept my cool, stayed focused, and ultimately came out on top.

I smiled to myself, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. I knew that there would be more challenges and more pressure to come, but for now, I was content to bask in the glow of another victory

After the tournament, I had a few days to spare before my next match, so I rented a Lamborghini and took a road trip to Gelsenkirchen to meet Leon. I was starting to get a taste of being an adult, with my parents allowing me to do whatever I wanted, as long as I showed up to practice on time, kept myself fit and won titles. Everything else was up to me. I packed my bags and set out on the Autobahn. The scenery was breathtaking as I drove through the German countryside, passing fields of bright yellow rapeseed flowers and quaint villages with traditional half-timbered houses. As I approached Gelsenkirchen, I could feel my excitement building. My first stop was the Veltins-Arena, home of the Schalke 04 football club. The stadium was stunning, massive and so much different from a tennis stadium. They were playing against Eintracht Frankfurt that night and Leon was in the starting 11.

“You’re beautiful.” Leon said to me after the match, we were both in my car driving to the hotel I was staying at. “So much more beautiful in person.” At the hotel room we ordered food and ate in bed.

“Congratulations on your win! That was amazing, I actually got to watch with my parents. We were all cheering for you.” Leon looked at me with bright eyes, almost like a fan.

“Well, congrats on your win, too! The game was so cool, I don’t even know a lot about football, but it was super fun.”

“Ah, but I didn’t get a trophy. You actually won a tournament!”

There was so much to talk and so much to do, we didn’t have enough time. So it didn’t take long for our clothes to decorate the bedroom floor. We were both exhausted from work, but that wasn’t an issue that night.

“You feel so good, here, let me take care of you.” Leon was inside of me, we were on the floor on our second round. Our bodies sticky with sweat and spit, our moans filling the bedroom; I was in a trance. He smelled amazing, he tasted amazing. Every cell of my body was begging for him. He had his hand on my clit while he was fucking me. “Cum on me, let me feel it.” He was behind me, pulling my hair. I could only answer him with a nod, my mouth open, my eyes closed.

Sex had never felt like that before. We came at the same time and I thought it meant that it was love. Our meeting was restricted to the hotel, in the morning we had breakfast in bed. It was raining and when we fucked again I considered just staying there forever. But I had to go back home soon, to the Portugal Open.

“I just want to stay like this.” I was laying in bed and he was on top of me, inside of me, kissing my face. “Forever.”

“I’m sorry, Liv, I don’t think I can last forever.” He said giggling.

“We’re gonna be fine, right? We can handle this.” We were outside my car, saying our goodbyes. I would drive to the airport and meet my father there. I was so nervous, it felt like insanity to turn this into a full relationship, but it also felt like insanity to walk away.

“Yes, we can do this.” He cupped my face in between his big hands. “I’m not giving up on us.” Before boarding the airplane I got a text.

leon:

missing you already

June, 2013, Nuremberg

Leon and I were inseparable then. Life was good, we were always in touch through text messages, phone and video calls. We talked about everything. When the WTA calendar gave me a chance to go back to Germany we decided to make our relationship official to our families and introduce them.

The Nuremberg tournament was on clay. After my first match, staring at my dirty sneakers and completely destroyed socks, I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. I looked up at my parents in the stands and watched Leon clapping, celebrating my victory sitting right next to my 11 years old sister. By their side, there were a couple of unfamiliar faces – Leon’s parents.

The match was intense, with my opponent and I trading points back and forth, but I was overly confident that day and intended on showing off. In the end, I managed to come out on top once again, winning the match in straight sets.

As I walked off the court, I could feel the adrenaline still pumping through my veins. Later, after showering, we met at the lobby, on our way to a restaurant. We were all having lunch together.

"Congratulations on the win," Leon said, giving me a quick hug.

"Thank you, baby." I replied, smiling. His parents smiled warmly at me, congratulating me while Leon introduced us. At the restaurant, which I couldn't pronounce the name of, we sat at a large table by the window looking out at Nuremberg's busy streets.

“What a lovely city, I always wanted to know more about Germany!” Mom had a smile from ear to ear. I think she was prouder from me landing an athlete boyfriend than from me winning my match.

He wasn’t the first boy I introduced to my family, but that time it felt different. Like we could actually make it, against all odds. I was in love like never before. The sort of blinding, deafening young love that I would never experience again. My mother was excited, he was all she ever dreamed for me. My father, on the other hand, looked at me as if knew. Being a teenager, I was offended by his behavior. How dare he. Looking at me as if my long distance-also athlete boyfriend and I are not gonna make it past a year. How dare him act like he knows around this time next year I’ll be introducing him to a new boyfriend.

“And this is my best friend Sofie.” My little sister was showing Leon some pictures on her phone. Chiara loved him immediately and he was the sweetest with her. By the end of the dinner they had private jokes and she was determined to learn german. His parents seemed genuinely interested in me and I was picturing us spending Christmas together. 

Our relationship continued like that, only meeting in person a couple days at a time, searching for privacy and creating our love dens in luxury hotel rooms. Still managed to pose for the Bild front page a couple times, despite our best efforts. We were walking out of his apartment once, holding hands.

“I’m so lucky.” Leon kissed me. “I don't want to let you go.” I kissed him back.

“I’m going down the street to get us some coffee, you weirdo.” I giggled, but Leon continued with a serious face. 

“Just kiss me, silly.”

For the following months, pictures of me and pages of newspapers reporting my victories would decorate Leon’s bedroom.

“Honey, don’t cry. Baby, come here.” We were saying goodbye once again, that time we only managed to spend a few hours together. I couldn’t hold back my tears. I was leaving a part of me with him every single time.

“I think I love you.” I whispered through my tears. “What am I going to do?”

“You’re going to let me love you too.”

June, 2013, London

While practicing for Wimbledon that year, dad and I had a big fight. I don’t remember how it started. I was texting Leon during a break, I remember worrying about him, his health, his games, and then my dad was all over my face screaming at me. “I would never accuse you of having common sense, Olivia.” My father yelled. “Where do you think he is right now? Do you think he's alone, waiting for you to find time in your schedule? This is ridiculous, just get back to training.”

When I lifted the trophy for my first Grand Slam win, that’s what I was thinking about.

September, 2013, Beijing

The distance was particularly hard on me. I missed Leon terribly and it was hard for me to focus on my matches when I was constantly thinking about him. I had to keep my priorities straight and my career came first. We tried to make it work, but besides our best efforts the distance continued to take its toll. There were times when we would argue over small things and times when we would go days without talking. It just wasn’t worth it. I couldn’t find a way to be happy being away from him.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” My voice was barely audible, I had already been crying for hours before calling him.

"This is it? You’re just giving up on us?” He yelled over the phone. I had nightmares  for years about making Leon cry. I never forgave myself for that.

“That’s enough, Olivia.” My father said. I couldn’t sleep or eat properly for days after the breakup. The realization that I would never get to have a normal relationship was affecting more than anything else. If things didn’t work out with who I thought was my soulmate, who never hurted me, who I loved so much; then it wouldn’t work with anybody ever. I would die alone. “He’s just a boy, you’ll get over it.”

There was nothing else for me to do except going back to court. I deleted our pictures and texts, threw away his gifts and anything that reminded me of him. I dated a few times after that, but it was never the same. I understood what I had to do to keep myself relevant and competitive. That’s all that mattered. I learned to keep a distance, to build walls and keep myself safe.

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I could keep you warm - Leon Goretzka

Warning: 18+ smut

Written on mobile so no read more yet.

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“What are you doing?” Leon asked, causing y/n to jump a little at the sound of his voice. He had been upstairs playing on X Box games with her brother, both of them arguing and laughing at high volume.

Y/n looked up at him, a blush creeping onto her cheeks, feeling somewhat embarrassed at her appearance. It was Sunday and she hadn’t made any effort whatsoever having had a tough week at work. She was still in her pyjamas with her hair thrown up in a messy bun and she had the duvet cover from her bed wrapped around her shoulders to keep her warm while she watched a film on the sofa.

“Just watching a film.” She said, smiling at him. Y/n’s brother and Leon had been friends since they had been at school together and had maintained their friendship despite Leon now being a famous footballer living away from where he grew up. Everyone was now back home for Christmas and it had meant that Leon had been spending a lot of time at Y/n’s parents’ house.

“Your brother has given up on me, he’s FaceTiming his girlfriend.” Leon perched as he spoke on the edge of the sofa, looking down at his hands rather that making eye contact with her.

“Are you heading off then?” She asked him, quietly hoping that he wouldn’t be and that he just might stay for a little while and talk to her. She had missed Leon, his smile, his sense of humour, his hugs, everything really. She struggled to admit it but Leon had been her first real crush and she still felt the familiar butterfly feeling every time he was near her.

“Are you cold?” He countered, not answering her previous question.

“Freezing. That’s why I have my duvet down here.”

“I could keep you warm…” he leant in closer and brushed his lips against her ear, one of his hands coming up to cup Y/n’s cheek. “Would it be the worst thing in the world if I were to kiss you right now?”

Y/n was floored for a moment or two, not quite sure how to answer the question. If she listened to her head she should tell him not to. The last she had heard he had a long term girlfriend in Munich and besides it would complicate the friendship that he had with her brother. If she listened to her body however, she knew she wouldn’t be able to resist his advances.

“Depends who you ask.” She said.

“Maybe I’m not asking anymore.” With that he stood suddenly and scooped her up into his arms off the sofa and carried her up the stairs. He knew their house well from years spent in it, but had never ventured into Y/n’s room before. Her parents had left it exactly how it had been when she had left for university 3 years earlier, the walls still embarrassingly adorned with Polaroids of her with her friends and posters of boyband members and other footballers.

Leon carried her through her bedroom and into her en-suite. She gave him a questioning look as he set her down on the counter next to the sink.

“Fancy a bath?” He said, turning the taps on and adjusting the temperature before he was pouring generous amounts of her bath oils into the water.

Y/N shifted slightly uncomfortably on the counter and bit her lip.

This didn’t go unnoticed, with Leon moving to stand in between her parted legs, one hand placed on each side of her as he leant into her. His mouth met hers in an urgent, desperate kiss and he drew her bottom lip between his teeth to bite down on it himself.

His hands were all over her then, Pulling down her pyjama vest top to free her tits.

“You have no idea how long I have wanted you.” He groaned, squeezing her bum with one hand while his other cupped one of her breasts.

She froze against him for a moment, remembering that he had a girlfriend at home and would probably forget all about her when he went back after the holidays.

“Have I done something wrong?” He took a step back and turned the the bath tap off.

“What about your girlfriend?” She asked, using one of her arms to cover her exposed chest.

“I don’t have one anymore. We broke up months ago.” She watched his Adam’s apple bob as he spoke, not fully focusing on the words until he repeated himself.

“Oh. Shit. I guess I’ve just ruined this then.” She blushed.

He smiled at her and shook his head, placing his hands on her hips he manoeuvred her to sit at the edge of the bath and got down onto his knees.

She leant back in this time and reached for the hem of his t shirt, pulling it up and off over his head in one fluid movement. She clung onto his shoulders as they kissed again, her fingernails grazing lightly over his skin. “Do you trust me?” He asked as he rid her of the rest of her clothes and lifted her as if she weighed nothing into the water.

“Yes.” She responded.

“Good, do as I say.”

She watched as he pulled his light grey joggers down followed swiftly by his boxers, discarding them behind him before he sunk into the tub behind her.

“Look forwards, and press your back into me.” He instructed. One his hands coiling around her neck and applying a small amount of pressure. His other hand got to work on one of her nipples, twisting and tugging gently until it peaked. Y/n felt like she was on fire, desperate to touch him but wanting to be rewarded by following his instructions. She could feel how hard he was, his cock pressing against her lower back.

He nuzzled his nose against the crook of her neck on the side he wasn’t holding and proceeded to kiss and suck at her skin there. The hand that had been teasing her nipple was now on her stomach, his fingers splayed out across it.

“What do you want?” He mumbled into her neck in between marking her.

“Please touch me. Please.”

“Like this?” His hand travelled lower, the pads of his fingers stroking her hip bone.

“Lower Leon, need to feel you. Want you to stretch me out with your fingers before you fuck me.”

She could almost feel him smirk against her skin, but he obliged, brushing his thumb lightly over her clit, eliciting a moan from her lips instantly.

He tested the waters, running over finger along her slit while his thumb remained against her clit. She squirmed against his hand, anything to get him to go further, to push it inside.

“Tell me that you need me.”

“I do. I need you so badly Leon please. Don’t tease me any longer.”

He obliged, his fingers testingly pumping in and out of her. She squirmed against him but he held her still, his arm across her chest holding her in place.

She was on the brink of cumming when his fingers left her. His strong arms were lifting her again, and she turned to face him. Running her wet fingers through his messed up curls she admired him. Taking control, she held the base of his dick steady as she sunk down onto him.

Gripping onto his shoulders, she started to move her hips against him. His hands found her bum and squeezed. She moved slowly at first conscious of not flooding the bathroom by letting the water splash, but when he grabbed her hips and forced her to move faster, she lost all concept of what was going on around them.

“Gonna make me come if you keep this up, such a good girl.”

She felt her pussy flutter and clench around him as her orgasm built inside of her.

“So close Leon…” she whispered breathlessly.

“Come for me.” He commanded, his hands continuing to guide her hips against him.

“Oh fuck.” She moaned as she felt her orgasm hit, her clenching around his dick and stilling her hips. He held herl as his dick twitched inside her and he came.

He held her still in his arms for a moment, his lips brushing against hers lightly, tucking a loose strand of her hair back behind her ear.

They were broken out of their post sex afterglow by a sharp knock on the door of the en-suite.

“If you two are done, it’s time for dinner.” Y/n’s brother called to them.

#Leon goretzka #Leon goretzka smut #football fanfiction

[lightsburnbrite]

The Inevitable End: Part 12

Lilli laid across the bed on her back, watching Leon as he moved about the room. Once Leon realized she was watching him, he laughed and walked over to her.

"You are going to have to get dressed at some point." He leaned over and kissed her forehead.

Closing her eyes, Lilli smiled, clearly enjoying the attention. "I know, I know. I just got to thinking, that I'd like to go somewhere with you that does not involve visiting my family."

"Where might you like to go?" Leon stroked her cheek before moving back to the wardrobe.

"I'm not really picky," She folded her arms behind her head. "Wherever you'd like."

Lilli eventually changed into a red with white floral print silk georgette gown. It had a drawstring waist and loose, flowy fit which was perfect for hiding her growing stomach, something that was weighing on her mind. 

"Do you like spending time with your family?" Leon placed his hand over Lilli's as the sat in the back seat of the car.

Lilli had her head resting against the window, looking out as the car made its way towards her family home. She sat up straighter and turned her attention towards him. "What's that?"

"You always seem stressed when we've come here." He gave her hand a squeeze. "I was just curious if you wanted to be here or if you felt obligated."

She sighed as she moved herself closer to him. "I love my brother, but I've always felt weird here. After last time especially, it feels like Henrik is the only one who actually wants to see me so, I don't know, to answer your question."

Leon continued to hold her hand until they arrived. As they walked in, Lilli held on to Leon's arm and stayed just behind his shoulder.

"Sisse!"

Lilli let go of Leon and walked quickly over to greet her brother. Leon watched them embrace, Henrik, kissing her on both cheeks before he placed his hands on her shoulders and smiled. "I see the boyfriend is back." 

Henrik approached Leon and extended his hand in greeting. Once Leon had taken his hand, Henrik placed his opposite hand on top. "Good to see you back. Sorry about the…well…"

Leon just raised an eyebrow.

"Right." Henrik gave a slight nod. "Thank you for making my sister so happy."

Leon just smiled in return. Behind them, Johanne was making a fuss over the seating arrangements.

"Here," She snapped her fingers in quick succession and two butlers began shuffling the place settings to accommodate and additional seat. "You know, Elisabet, it would have been easier if you'd just mentioned you were bringing a guest in the first place."

Lilli blinked placidly. "Sorry. I thought it would have been obvious that Leon would be coming with me."

"Yes, well, who are we to anticipate your flights of fancy." Johanne turned her attention to Camille, who was walking down the staircase. "There you are darling. Come, I have something I want to show you. I found Henrik's christening gown, it will be perfect for when you-"

When Camille went pale, everyone went silent. 

"Johanne, please." Henrik rushed over to meet Camille before looking back towards his stepmother. "May I have a word?"

"No, darling, it's fine." Camille cleared her throat. In that moment, Lilli got the feeling that Camille found Johanne as overbearing as she did. "Johanne, there may not be any grandchildren. Henrik and I have been trying, for quite some time actually, and it seems we will probably need some sort of intervention, medical or divine, for us to have children."

Leon and Lilli exchanged glances and they both knew they would keep their news to themselves.

"Oh," Johanne seemed both disappointed and put out at the same time. "Well."

"Ladies and gentleman," Finn interjected, "If I may, dinner is served."

Lilli was relieved to have the tension broken. She took Leon's hand as the walked through to the dining room and gave it a gentle squeeze. The rest of the dinner went by unremarkably, there was discussion of when the estate would be handed over to Henrik, there was talk of Camille's work as a hedge fund manager. Camille was talking about an apparently exciting day of leveraging non-traditional assets when Lilli zoned out.

"Elisabet?"

Leon's hand on her thigh brought Lilli's attention back to the conversation.

"I'm sorry, what was your question?"

Johanne smiled but it was easy to see that she was not pleased to repeat herself. "Your father mentioned you had moved into banking. I asked how that was going."

"Oh," Lilli laughed. Of course Leon knew that she had already quit her job at the bank but the rest of the family didn't need to be included in that. "I hate it. Too many numbers."

Her father nearly scoffed. "Well unfortunately you are going to need to grow up and be a productive member of society at some point. You are 24 now which means that the locals are not going to look kindly on you continuing to galavant around doing whatever it is that you do."

"25."

The room fell silent as everyone realized that Leon had corrected Niels.

"Pardon?" Niels began to laugh as if he was having a hard time believing that a guest would interrupt him.

Leon smiled politely. "Lilli is 25, not 24."

"My daughter's name is Elisabet." Niels sat up straighter in his chair and he directed his attention towards Leon.

"Yes," Lilli could tell that Leon was being intentionally mindful of his tone. He kept it polite, jovial even, yet she knew that he was getting irritated with her father. "But she prefers to be called Lilli."

Niels laughed. "Are you implying that I don't know my own daughter?"

"Not at all." Leon smiled again, albeit smugly.

Lilli placed her hand on Leon's thigh, a silent cue that he could let it go. "Daddy, I am being productive. We don't even really go out unless it's for a special occasion."  

"Elisabet, darling," Johanne practically cooed. "I don't know if you're aware of this but you're speaking as though the two of you live together. Obviously that wouldn't be appropriate-"

Leon watched as Lilli's body language shifted. She may have been hopeful before, but now she was just irritated. 

"We do live together." Lilli's tone was clipped. "I bought a flat and Leon has moved in. Honestly, we probably will get married but that will happen when we're ready."

Niels set his face. "I hope you realize how disappointed your mother would be."

"Actually," Henrik spoke up, his voice a bit higher than everyone else. "I mean, it's not like I have a huge bank of memories about our mother, but I think she'd be rather proud of Lilli. Lilli reminds me a lot of her. If anything, she'd be disappointed in how you've kept her at an arm's length for her whole life."

Niels nudged his plate forward as he stood up from the table and left the room.

"Elisabet, I think it would be best if you and your guest left." Johanne looked between Henrik and Lilli. "I hope the two of you are proud of yourselves. On his birthday, nonetheless."

"Of course." Lilli stood abruptly, barely waiting for Leon to follow her. As soon as Leon caught up, she reached out and took hold of his arm.

Lilli didn't expect Henrik to follow after her. In fact, she was surprised that he even stood up for her in the first place. He had such a tight balancing act of being kind to his sister but staying loyal to his father, there really was no way for him to split sides.

"I didn't mean to ruin your evening." The two of them stood just outside of the gate, waiting for the car service to come. Leon had placed his hand over Lilli's. "But I can't stand the way that he talks to you."

Looking up at him, Lilli smiled before she stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "They didn't want me there anyway."

Leon gave a little nod. "Are you ever going to tell them about the baby?"

"I'll tell Henrik soon. I don't want him to find out from someone else." She looked over her shoulder, back at the house, before looking back to the driveway. "But they don't need to know. They may not even see him."

That got a laugh out of him. "Have you thought about names?"

"I have a few ideas but I'm not one hundred percent on anything yet." Lilli leaned into him. "Do you have any ideas?"

Leon smirked. "I'm guessing your father's name is out of the question?"

"I would marry you just to divorce you over that." Lilli kept her tone very dry only to crack a smile at the end. 

Lacing his fingers through her's, Leon pulled her hand up to kiss the back of it. "Fair enough." 

Even though the car ride back to the hotel was brief, Leon noticed Lilli's mood began to sink. Once they were back in the room, Lilli stood in front of the floor length mirror. She went through a few different poses but Leon was unable to tell if she was observing or scrutinizing. Finally, she covered her face with her hands and exhaled poignantly before letting them fall to her sides.

Lilli briefly turned back towards him. "Could you unzip me, please?"

Leon came and stood behind her, resting his hands on her shoulders at first. Once he had unzipped the dress, he slid it off her shoulders and lowered it so she was able to step out of it. He took the dress back to its original hanger and was tucking it back in the garment bag while watching her from the corner of his eye. Lilli continued to gaze at herself in the mirror turning slightly in profile.

He returned to her, resting his chin on her shoulder while encircling her waist with his arms. "What are you thinking?"

"I've been looking up pictures that different women have posted during their pregnancies." Lilli briefly met his eyes through the mirror. "Most all of them have this cute little bump by now but I just look bloated. How am I supposed to know what's going on in there?"

Leon placed his hand right under her belly button. "We could go back to the doctors and have another scan. Why don't you give them a call tomorrow and they can tell you what you should do. Just to know for sure."

Lilli nodded as she closed her eyes. Leon stood up straighter and was about to walk away when Lilli leaned back in to him. Placing a kiss right where her neck and shoulder met, Leon grazed his hands along her sides before cupping her breasts. Arching her back, Liili inhaled sharply as she laid her hands over his.

"What do you think, are we up for this?" Leon kept his lips on her skin.

Turning around to face him, Lilli wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply in a nonverbal reply. Leon rested his hands on her hips and moved them closer to the bed. 

They had reached the point in the relationship where they both knew just what buttons to push to get each other off. This meant that Lilli knew just how to take care of Leon if he needed to let off some steam and in turn, Leon knew that long and drawn out edging sessions made Lilli feel intensely desired. She loved nothing more than when Leon would pepper her skin with kisses after they had finished. 

"You ok?" 

Closing her eyes, Lilli nodded. "I'm good, sorry."

Leon tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and continued to stroke her cheek. "Why are you apologizing?"

"It's just, you know, hormones and-" Lilli moved herself closer so that her forehead was resting against his collar bone. "Sometimes…it still catches me off-guard how much you love me."

Lilli felt him wrap his arms around her and squeeze. 

They lay there intertwined and in complete silence until Leon sighed. "I do want to marry you, just so you know. You decide when you're ready."

"Oh, how romantic." Lilli giggled. "Imagine telling this story to our little boy. Oh yes, your father proposed to me while we were lying in bed after sex."

Leon groaned as he flung his arm across his face to cover his eyes. "I'm not proposing to you right now, I'm just telling you that I'm going to."

"Here," After pulling the sheet back, Lilli took his hand and placed it on her belly.

Underneath his hand, Leon felt the slightest twitch. It wasn't much and if it was on his own body, it would have made him think of a muscle spasm. "What is that?"

"He's moving." Lilli kept her hand over his. "It'll be easier to feel once he gets a little bigger."

By this time, Leon had propped himself up on his elbow. Looking off into the distance, he smiled before turning back to Lilli. Leaning over, he kissed her again. "God, Lil. That's amazing."

Lilli sighed contently as Leon nuzzled her neck. "I keep coming back to the name Milo. I'm not even sure why but it's stuck in my mind."

"Hmm." Leon had rested his head on her shoulder and was gently stroking her side. "Milo. I never would have thought of that. But I like it."

#leon goretzka #the inevitable end #football fanfiction #football fanfic

[hybridimpressions]

Graublau

Ich habe in Abwechslung mit ChatGPT den Versuch gewagt, eine Fanfiction mit Leon Goretzka und Max Meyer zu schreiben. Here goes:

"Nicht das beste Wetter, um joggen zu gehen", bemerkte Max und deutete zum wolkenverhangenen Himmel über Bochum.

"Stimmt, aber ein bisschen Regen hat noch niemandem geschadet", antwortete Leon und zog den Reißverschluss seiner Jacke höher.

Max widersprach nicht und versuchte, mit seinen Laufschuhen nicht in eine Pfütze zu treten.

Sie liefen schweigend nebeneinander her, das rhythmische Klatschen ihrer Schritte auf dem feuchten Asphalt füllte die Luft.

Der Schauer hatte Bochum uncharakteristisch ruhig werden lassen. Nur das Quietschen eines bremsenden Güterzuges schnitt durch die klare Luft.

Leon warf einen flüchtigen Blick zu Max, als wollte er etwas sagen, doch dann wandte er seinen Blick wieder auf die Straße.

Ihm fiel auf, dass Max trotz seiner geringeren Körpergröße gleich lange Schritte machte. Aus irgendeinem Grund, den Leon nicht näher benennen konnte, machte ihn das stolz.

Die Straßenlaternen warfen diffuse Lichtkegel auf den nassen Boden, während sie tiefer in das Gewirr der Straßen eintauchten.

"Meinst du, die erkennen uns?", fragte Max und deutete in die Richtung einiger Menschen, die aus dem Schaufenster eines Cafés auf die Straße blickten.

"Schwer zu sagen. Unsere Gesichter sind vielleicht nicht mehr so bekannt wie früher", antwortete Leon, während sie weiter liefen und den Blickkontakt mit den Café-Besuchern vermieden.

In nicht allzu weiter Entfernung tauchte der Förderturm des Bergbaumuseums auf.

"Da vorne ist das Bergbaumuseum", bemerkte Leon und zeigte auf den Förderturm, der majestätisch in den Himmel ragte. "Vielleicht machen wir da eine kurze Pause."

Nachdem sie die letzte Ampel überquert hatten, hörten sie auf zu joggen und gingen gemächlich. "Dass es für sowas ein Museum gibt", bemerkte Max nachdenklich.

"Ja, schon interessant", stimmte Leon zu. "Es erinnert an die Geschichte dieser Stadt und all die harten Arbeitsbedingungen der Bergleute." Die beiden erreichten den Eingang des Museums und lehnten sich an das Geländer.

Das Museum selbst war geschlossen. In der beleuchteten Eingangshalle stand ein altes, minzgrünes Sofa, was durch die Fenster zu sehen war.

"Ein Sofa im Bergbaumuseum", schmunzelte Max. "Das ist sicherlich nicht das, was die Bergleute nach einem harten Arbeitstag erwartet haben." Die beiden lachten leise, während sie das ungewöhnliche Bild betrachteten.

"Doch. Sie haben für dieses bisschen Luxus gearbeitet", erklärte Leon ohne Vorwurf in der Stimme.

"Stimmt, du hast recht", stimmte Max nachdenklich zu. "Vielleicht war dieses Sofa für sie ein Symbol für die kleinen Freuden, die das harte Leben erträglicher gemacht haben." Sie schwiegen einen Moment, ließen die Gedanken wirken.

"Das war noch ehrliche Arbeit", fand Leon. Max war irritiert. "Meinst du, im Gegensatz zu uns?"

"Nein, so meinte ich das nicht", korrigierte sich Leon schnell. "Ich meine, die Bergleute haben buchstäblich geschuftet, um ihre Familien zu versorgen. Es war sicherlich eine harte Zeit, aber irgendwie auch einfacher, weil sie wussten, wofür sie es taten." Max nickte langsam, seine Miene wurde nachdenklicher.

"Aber weißt du, ich glaube, wenn sie es getan haben, damit wir es besser haben, dann ist es vielleicht ganz in ihrem Sinne, was wir tun", dachte Max nach. Leon schwieg eine Zeit lang. "Vielleicht."

Die beiden Freunde blickten auf den Förderturm und dann wieder auf das Sofa im Museumseingang. Ein Gefühl der Verbundenheit durchströmte sie, während sie über die Vergangenheit und die Gegenwart nachdachten.

"Da oben kann man drauf", sagte Leon mit Blick auf den Förderturm. "Die Aussicht von da oben muss Bombe sein", meinte Max. "Ist sie", pflichtete Leon ihm bei. "Ich wollte da schon immer mal ein Selfie machen, mit dir."

"Na dann los, warum nicht heute?" schlug Max vor und deutete auf die Treppe, die zum Förderturm führte. "Vielleicht wird das Selfie das moderne Pendant zu dem alten grünen Sofa", fügte er mit einem schelmischen Lächeln hinzu. Leon lachte, und gemeinsam machten sie sich auf den Weg die Treppe hinauf, bereit, die Aussicht zu genießen und Erinnerungen zu schaffen, die genauso wertvoll waren wie die der Bergleute von einst.

#max meyer #leon goretzka #meyretzka #meyetzka #goreyer #fanfiction #chatgpt #generative ai

[literallymitch]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 || 𝐋.𝐆

requested: no

Summary: You and Leon recently broke up and you're not quit over it yet

Pairing: Leon Goretzka x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: angst? slight mentions of alcohol

a/n the imagine is based on the song 'The very first night' by Taylor Swift. I'm not completley happy with this but I guess I just need to get back into writing again. Also please keep in mind that english is not my first language, so sorry if made some mistakes. I'm always happy about feedback :)

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You took another sip of the sparkling drink in your glass, scanning the room for someone you know. The red lipstick on your lips, left a small stain on the glass. Some waiter gave it to you as soon as you stepped into the party venue. The company you are working at threw a party to celebrate it's 50th Birthday. When you finally spotted, your favorite co-worker, Janet, a smile appeared on your face as you walked over to her.

"Hey sweetie I'm glad you're finally here I just stopped talking to Louis from the IT team and trust me boring is an understatement here.", she greeted you as soon as you approached her. A small chuckle escaped your lips, knowing exactly how boring and confusing conversation with Louis could get if you had no Idea about IT stuff.

"Hi, you won't believe how happy I was after I saw your face between all these rich old men." you confessed with a smile on your face. Janet really was one of your favorite people ever. You two shared the same humor and lots of your interests.

Soon, Andy and Sarah from the department you and Janet are working at joined you two. You talked about a lot of stuff, but mainly you were gossiping about the people at the Party. The four of you sat down at some table, drinking two or three more glasses of the expensive champagne. You were having a blast laughing at almost everything your friends told you.

"Y/n I'm glad to see you laugh like that again. I know that it isn't easy to end a long-term relationship. Especially since we know how much you loved Leon" Sarah said smiling. You almost chocked on the champagne you were drinking, when she said his name.

Leon.

He hasn't crossed your mind once the whole night, well at least as soon as you stepped into the party venue. You tried to put on a convincing smile as you spoke up.

"Yeah, the entire break up wasn't easy for me, but it gets better each day." surprisingly, your words actually sounded convincing. If you didn't know better, you would probably even believe yourself.

"I'm so proud of you, love. You're handling this break up like a boss. By the way, if you think you are ready to move on, I think the son of our boss thinks you're pretty cute. He's been looking at you all night." Janet stated, winking at you.

Shaking your head at Janet , you excused yourself from your friends. You were in desperate need of fresh air after this conversation. Thankfully, the venue had a pretty big balcony with a stunning view all over Munich.

As soon as you stepped onto the balcony, you were greeted by the cold night breeze. You walked over to the barricade, looking at the beautiful skyline of Munich. It didn't take you long to spot the Allianz Arena, which was light up completely in red. A soft smile made its way onto your face as you got lost in thoughts. Memories of Leon and you were starting to play in your head.

"I think we look so cute", you said, laughing, while you looked at the small Polaroid picture in your hand. Leon had one arm around your waist as he looked down at you smiling brightly, while you had one hand on his chest laughing wholeheartedly. A friend of yours took the picture of you at her New Year's Day party. She wrote "Cutest couple of 2019" on it, after it finally developed.

"I'm not saying we don't look cute. I just don't think we're the cutest couple of 2019. Like I feel honored, but just 2019?" he said, glancing at the note under the picture.

"You're right, were the cutest couple ever", a hick up followed your statement. You definitely had one or two drinks too much.

"Yeah, you're right about that." Leon responded and gave your drunk self an amused look.

A small tear fell down your cheek. Back then, you never thought you would ever be without him again. You really thought he was the one.

Now you were out here on some random balcony at some dumb party crying about memories the two of you shared. While your friends were inside thinking that you slowly start to move on, but the truth is that you still miss him more than words can explain.

If you're honest with yourself, you don't think you will never not miss him. How could you when you still loved him. The break-up came just as unexpected as your feelings for each other. Leon and you hung out sometimes due to mutual friends, but when you got to know each other better, you both fell fast and hard for each other.

Everyone around you was shocked when they found out the two of you broke up. To be honest, you were shocked too. Neither of you did something wrong. You also didn't really fell out of love. Things just changed between you, the comfortable silence become awkward. Going on dates felt forced. Watching shows together in the evening turned into an excuse not to talk to each other. You started to work longer. He started spending more time in the gym. You never stopped loving him, but the relationship just didn't feel right anymore. He felt the same way, so you decided to break things off.

You wiped your tears away, deciding to go back inside as you started to freeze. The party mood was long as Leon basically terrorized your mind right now, so you decided to go home. You excused yourself from your friends. Janet gave you an unsure look, but you assured her you were just tired because you had a busy day.

Back home, you basically threw your heels in the corner and put on your cozy slippers. You went into the kitchen to get yourself some water. Just as you leaned against the counter looking at your kitchen, tears started to build up in your eyes, as you remember the night you shared your first kiss with Leon.

"The Lasagna already smells amazing", you stated, as you took in the delicious smell of the food that was cooking in your oven.

Before Leon could even respond, your favorite song started to play.

"Oh my god, that is literally my favorite song ever." you squealed and started to sing along. It took you by surprise when Leon grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him.

"May I have this dance?", he asked charmingly with a smirk on his face. Overwhelmed by the whole situation, you just nodded. You two started to dance through the kitchen. Both having huge smiles plastered on your faces. When the song was finished you looked at Leon smiling brightly. Leon's eyes softened as he looked at you. Once again, he pulled you closer to him, his hand finding its way to your cheek as his face came closer to yours.

A few seconds later, you could feel his lips on yours. Your heart was hammering against your chest as you lost yourself in the kiss. The butterflies danced around in your stomach, just like you did in your kitchen just a few moments ago. You couldn't describe what you were feeling, but you are pretty sure there aren't even words for your overflow of emotions right now.

A loud sob escaped your lips as you stormed out of the kitchen. You felt like you were about to throw up. As soon as you stepped out of the kitchen, you could finally breathe again. At least until you could practically see Leon chasing you down the hallway after you played some dumb prank on him. Your laughs echoing through the room. Just like that, you could feel your throat tighten again. You slid down the wall next to you as you started having a complete meltdown. Why couldn't you just go back to the very first night you met Leon?

You woke up with your eyes burning, a big headache and basically your whole body hurting. Realizing you fell asleep on your hallway floor, you cringed. Leon was probably already moving on, while you slept in your hallway after the breakdown you had because of him. Deciding you need a shower, you got up and went to your bathroom.

As soon as stepped itp the bathroom, you took a look in the mirror. You looked horrible. Well, horrible was an understatement. Your hair was a complete mess and your makeup was completely smudged. Mascara was basically all over your face, and your red lipstick made you look like the jokers sad twin sister. Your eyes were also still puffy from all the crying last night.

After a long, nice shower, you finally relaxed again as you sat on your couch in your favorite sweater. As painful as last night was, you were glad you had that breakdown. You needed to move on, even though you still missed Leon, it couldn't go on like this. Grabbing your car keys, you got up and went to your car. You put on your driving playlist and just started to drive. Singing along to all your favorite songs filled you with ease and happiness. While you were driving you noticed a beautiful landscape, a small lake surrounded by lots of trees and a big meadow. You pulled over, deciding to take a walk there.

As you grabbed your water bottle from the passenger seat, you noticed a picture on the floor of your car. It wasn't just some picture, it was the Polaroid picture. After you picked it up from the floor, you looked at every single detail. A sad smile on your face, seeing how happy you looked. How happy you were back then.

You put the picture in the pocket of your jacket, planning on throwing it into the next trash can you saw. Even though you knew exactly how much it would pain you to do so, you knew it was for the better. Just as you were about to get out of the car, your phone started ringing. The number wasn't saved to your contacts, but you knew exactly that it was Leon's number. After hesitating for a second, you picked up the phone.

"Leon?", you clearly sounded confused.

"Y/n, hey! Eh.. you're probably wondering why I am calling. It's just I'm sitting here in the living room and... I miss you", he whispered the last three words like he was so scared to admit it.

Overwhelmed by his confession, you just hung up the call. A tear rolling down your face as you pulled out the Polaroid from your pocket again. You looked at while tears were rolling down your face again, as you wished you could go back in time.

#leon goretzka #leon goretzka x reader #leon goretzka one shot #leon goretzka imagine #leon goretzka angst #fc bayern #dfb team #leon goretzka fanfiction

[lxndonorris]

inside the locker room - Leon Goretzka

Y/N x Leon Goretzka

Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching 

steamy make-out session with Leon inside the locker room x

word count: 1040+

Since you started to work for the social media team of Munich's best-known football club, there was always one man, who tried everything to get your attention, Leon Goretzka. At first, you didn’t really think about it, just the usual banter at work, you told yourself, but then, three months later, he asked you out on a date. In the beginning, you declined his offer, believing that it was a silly joke because he needed three other players to bring up the courage to ask you, but when he asked you again, in your office, you realized that he meant it, and so you went out for dinner.

Now, half a year later, you’re in a relationship with Leon, and you’re enjoying every second of it. This morning, he hid a little note inside your purse, telling you to meet him inside the locker room once training ended and you’re just walking through the tunnel, straight towards the door, not sure what to expect to see once you enter the room. Carefully, you open the door, the only thing you hear is a locker door being closed with a harsh squeaking sound. “Leon?” You ask nervously, and see him standing there, wearing his jersey, shorts, and football boots, but with his back turned to you.

Just then, he turns around, running a hand through his messy hair, smirking heavily. “There you are.” Leon giggles silently, and shrugs. “Wasn’t sure you’d seen the note.” You raise an eyebrow at the sound of his voice, so cocky and pretentious as you slowly walk towards him, looking down his chest, the fabric of his shirt barely able to keep his bulging muscles contained. “Oh, I found it.” Biting your lower lip, your eyes wander across his tight and short trousers, the tip of his Hugo Boss underwear peeking out of them. 

Leon starts rubbing his chest, his fingers teasingly running further down to his abs, directly pointing at his well-formed body. He is very well aware of how he makes you feel right now, knowing that you like seeing him in a jersey and shorts. Regaining your composure for a mere second, you turn your attention back to his face, grabbing his chin, causing him to smirk even harder. “Why am I here?” You say, your voice barely hearable, instead, you place a hand at his neck, before running it down his body to feel his chest bulge into the palm of your hand with every deep breath he takes.

“I’m lonely in here, all alone.” Leon pouts, his hands now firmly at your waist, pulling you into him, but you won’t kiss him just yet. Steadying yourself against his chest, you manage to stop right in front of his face, your lips simply brushing over his, leaving him craving for more. “Ah, what am I supposed to do now?” You smirk, gently pushing him back against the locker, causing him to whimper quickly. “Fuck.” He mutters underneath his breath, closing his eyes for a second before his face hardens quickly.

“I think you know.” He hisses, his eyes now stuck at yours. Keeping eye contact, you run your hand further down his body, to his crotch, where you start to stroke him carefully, just enough to tease him further. “Oh, I know.” You say and lean into him, kissing him passionately, once, then twice, with Leon trying to gain control again, but instead, you pin him against the lockers, unable to resist you at all. Now, you begin to please him some more, with one hand stroking his bulging dick through his shorts, the other hand sliding beneath his shirt, your thumb playing with his hard nipples while you kiss him, breathe into him, making him moan into your mouth.

“You like that, huh?” You say, separating from him so both of you can catch your breath. Leon nods quickly, resting his back against the metal door behind him, before he sinks down, to sit on the bench. “You know how to handle me.” He breathes deeply, closing his eyes while you keep on stroking his soft spots. Bending down, you grab his crotch firmly, causing him to let out a long and loud groan, unaware of possible people being around anywhere. With every move of your hand across his chest, his nipples, and his abs, his dick twitches in excitement, telling you that he’s enjoying it very much.

Intensifying the strokes, you now sit down on top of his lap, both of your hands now underneath his shirt, you kiss him again, and again, the two of you moaning in unison. But then, you flinch at the sound of the door behind you. Blushing immediately, you jump off of him, crossing your arms in front of your chest. Expecting to see another player, someone from the staff or worse, the trainer, you turn around, but there is no one in sight. Leon starts laughing, stands up, and hugs you from behind, his hands meeting right over yours.

“Told you we were alone.” He says and places a few kisses on your neck, calming you down. “Oh god, that is embarrassing.” Leaning back, you steady yourself against his chest, feeling his cock rub against your ass through his trousers. “Not as embarrassing it would have been for someone to see us.” He giggles again, but you don’t think it’s that funny. “Shall we start over?” Leon breathes against your neck, his scruffy beard tickling you with every kiss. Sighing, you turn around, running your hands across his chest again, your fingers drawing circles around his nipples pressing through his jersey. 

“I’d love to, but I need to head back to the office.” He pouts heavily, his eyes now following every move of your hands. “Okay.” You place a hand at his neck, tracing his firm jawline to his lips. “Sorry.” But Leon starts to smile again. “I will await you at home, okay?” He smirks, and kisses you again, this time, it’s a more soft and loving kiss. Patting his chest, you turn away and walk towards the door. “I hope you’d say that.” With one last look at Leon smiling brightly and now gently stroking his bulge, you leave the locker room, excited for tonight.

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[iwriteficsandtragedies]

Overkill

Request: Leon fluff (usually I’d require a much more detailed request but I happen to have something in mind so call it your lucky day)

Warnings: none

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“Leon, no.”

“Leon, yes!” The look you gave Joshua could have withered a sunflower, but he only grinned at you. “It’ll be fun.”

“It’ll be madness.” The two of them were trying to convince you to agree to let Leon buy an old fire engine, something you hadn’t even known was a thing someone could do until tonight. “Where would we even put it?”

“In the back, that space between the trees. It’s perfect.” Leon’s eyes were fixated on his phone, flipping through the listing pictures. “We’ll turn the top into a clubhouse, build a slide in that opening right there, see?”

“Leon.”

“Come on, you’re the cool parents!” Joshua insisted on adding his two cents again. “My godson needs a fire truck.”

“Your godson is six months old. He needs nappies and milk.”

“And a fire truck!”

Hours later, after you’d seen the Kimmiches off, Leon sat in the overstuffed rocker, humming softly to the sleeping baby while you washed the few remaining dishes. You could see him still scrolling the eBay ad with one hand. “Leon,” you huffed, drying your hands. “Babe, we cannot buy a freaking fire truck. Do you see yourself?”

“Your mother’s a scrooge,” he cooed. “Daddy just wants to get his boy a present.”

“He can’t even walk yet,” you laughed. “He can’t talk! How do you even know he’d like it?”

“All children like fire trucks,” he said, getting to his feet and strolling towards you. “It’s a fact.”

“I think,” you said, slipping an arm around his waist and smoothing your hand over the baby’s soft hair. “I think you need to think about how it’s going to look buying such a wildly expensive thing for a baby.”

He raised an eyebrow. “We work hard.”

“We do,” you agreed. “You do. But we did agree we wouldn’t raise a spoiled brat.”

He lowered his lips to the baby’s head, pensive, brow furrowed. Your son took a deep, snuffing breath in his sleep, his tiny little fist curling into Leon’s shirt. “It would be so cool, though.”

“How about an age-appropriate playhouse instead?”

His gold-flecked eyes met yours, hopeful, and you smiled.

“We can get it custom built, shaped like a firetruck.”

He grinned. “With a horn?”

“Honey, he cries when I vacuum,” you laughed, shifting the child from Leon’s arms to yours. It was time to settle him into his crib for the night.

“The horn is for me and Kimmich!”

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[footballstorytime]

captivated | goretzka

One thing that Leon Goretzka know from his twenty four years of life is that people intended to makes mistakes. Himself included. But sometimes, he wondered which one he should considered as a mistake and which one is not.

Like his decision to broke up with Jasmine Winters.

Jasmine Winters was his high school sweetheart. The most beautiful human being he's ever seen, he once said. He was captivated by the blonde beauty ever since he saw her in senior year. She was this clumsy and awkward sophomore but somehow Leon was head over heels with her. Her gorgeous smile was like the most beautiful thing Leon ever seen and her laugh was the perfect melodies in his ear.

Leon and Jasmine have been together for six years until the footballer decided to broke it off. He didn't even remember why he decided to do that. All he remember was that they're fighting, shouting mean things to each other until he told her that they should never see each other again.

And she had agreed with him.

Jasmine left his apartment after that fight and didn’t come back. He even still have some of her things in his place. Like her blue dress that she wore on their last date. Her books that she lend him or more likely she forced him to have it so he can read it too. And even her toothbrush is still standing with his in the cup in his bathroom.

Leon is sad, of course. But mostly he feels weird and lonely. It's the first time he's being single in years. He missed spending his morning calling Jasmine only to get scolded that he's going to make her late to her class. He missed her weird selfie that she sent her all the time in snapchat. Overall, he missed her.

And now Leon was left alone with his thoughts. Trying to find out the answer of his question, whether he did the right thing or instead, making the biggest mistake in his life.

It probably had something to do with the fact that it's still new and Leon think that two weeks isn't enough time for him to adjust the life he had now without her. He would be lying if he said that he was over her. Because being with the same person for so many years isn't something that you can forget easily. And now that the person was gone, he feels like starting from the bottom all over again.

Leon sighed before putting on his shoes and grabbed his keys. Maybe getting some fresh air and a cup of coffee will give his mind a little bit of peace. He's going to get mad if he keep sitting around in his apartment and doing nothing.

He drove himself to his favorite coffee shop and smiled to himself when he entered the small building. He ordered a cup of black coffee and sat at the table near the window. He was busy looking at the outside until someone tripped over and pour their drink on his sleeve.

"I'm sorry!," the person apologized and frantically trying to wipe Leon's sleeve from the ice coffee stains.

As if the universe is trying to give him an answer to his questions and doubts, Leon's heart started to skip a bit as he heard the person talking. He can recognized that voice anywhere.

It's Jasmine.

"It's okay. You need to stop tripping over your feet, Jass," Leon muttered as Jasmine's hand stopped moving.

"Oh," Jasmine mumbled and smiled awkwardly, "Hi, Leon."

a/n : this is my first attempt of posting my writing on tumblr so pls bare with me. and i know the grammar is all over the place. im sorry if this is bad!

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[mashafootball]

Idiot - Leon Goretzka Imagine

Requested: @itsqueenness I hope you like the imagine. Feedback would be much appreciated

Request: Y/N and Leon love each other, but he has a girlfriend 

“You are such an idiot.”, you laughed hysterically, watching Leon trying to get the perfect selfiefor his Instagram, “and so full of yourself.”, you added shaking your head as you noticed he tried to pull off a sexy duckface. ”I hope you know duckfaces are already over again, you are late Kim K!”

“Stop being mean and stop judging me, Y/N!”, Leon groaned, dropping the big smartphone on his chest, “You should support me in whatever I do.”, he continued shooting you alook. “I should support you when you make a fool of yourself? God, Goretzka, pull that lip in,you look like Kylie Jenner.”, watching Leon take selfies was actually one of your favorite activities, the way he tried his best to look as irresistible as possible mainly involved him opening the first few buttons of his shirt, puckering his lips a bit. It was quite entertaining, but your also always felt a little ashamed on Leon’s behalf.

“Oh, hi Y/N!”, you heard Leon’s girlfriend’s voice all of a sudden, making you turn around in the lounge chair you sat on. “Hey.”, you said, trying your best to actually shoot her a real-looking-smile. It didn’t take long before you felt too awkward and useless after Leon’s girlfriend of the week showed up, strutting over the terrace, falling into his lap. You mumbled a pathetic excuse, telling Leon to text you whenever,before you fled the scene, leaving the two ‘lovebirds’one their own.

As you sat in your car, you couldn’t help out but let out a deep breath, your forehead quickly finding your steering wheel. You hated Leon’s new girlfriend and you even hated Leon a bit for getting into a relationship with her. The footballer and you had already known each other for several years and have built a solid friendship. But there were times where you wondered if it actually was ‘just’a friendship between the two of you, because from time to time it sure didn’t feel like it. Nonetheless, every time you felt like you two were heading towards something more intimate, something more serious, he introduced you to all sorts of girls all of a sudden.

It didn’t take too long after your arrival at your flat until your phone beeped, signaling that someone had sent you a message. ‘Sorry.’, it read, Leon’s name flashing above the short message. Sorry for what? Being an idiot and too blind to see there was something bigger between the two of you or sorry for posting another embarrassing picture of himself on Instagram? ‘What do you mean’, you texted back, throwing your phone on your nightstand, already deciding that Goretzka shouldn’t be the reason for another bad mood.

After enjoying a nice hot bath and a face mask, you bounced back into your bedroom, grabbing your phone. ‘Can I come over?’, Leon had texted you almost one and a half hour ago. ‘Sure.”, your replied just now, feeling a bit anxious about what was going to happen next.

Waiting for Leon to arrive felt like an eternity, you didn’t really expect a text back after your last message, you mainly expected him to just show up in front of your apartment. In order to kill some time, you changed into some comfy clothes, moisturizedyour whole body until you heard a bang at the door, the annoying ring soon following after.

“You made me nervous.”, you told the curly-haired boy as soon as you opened the door, letting him into yourflat, “What is it?”, you asked curiously, following after him as he marched towards your couch, not even greeting you. A sigh left his lips after he plopped down on your couch. “What is it?”, you repeated, feeling too tense to take a seat next to him. “You remember Lisa?”, he asked, pulling one eyebrow up. “The one from today or from last month?”, you replied, making him frown. “Today. “, Leon mumbled. “What about her?”

“We broke up.”

“So? You want to go out and flirt your way into another girl’s pants or what do you want me to tell you now?”, you sighed, walking into your kitchen to get yourself a cold drink. “That’s not what I meant.”, Leon shouted after you, almost sounding a bit angry. “What did you mean then?”, you fired back, deciding against asking him why he got all mad all of a sudden, “That’s what you always mean when you tell me about the ends of your relationships.”, you continued, growing quieter. You didn’t want to fight with him, you didn’t even know what a potential fight could be about because so far, the golden boy hasn’t said much since arriving at your place. “That’s not what I meant.”, he repeated, letting his head fall against your couch, “I broke up with her, because I think I’m in love with someone else.”, he said pinching his nose, a pained look washing over his face. “It wasn’t so serious, wasn’t it? She will get over it and be fine. Who’s the new target now?”, you asked already preparing for the worst. One on the first things you learned about Leon Goretzka was that his taste in women and potential girlfriends really su*ked.

“That’s the problem.”, he groaned, leaving youmore than beyond confused. You decided to take a seat next to him, stroke a little over his thigh, because that boy really seemed lost in that moment. “I still don’t understand. Leon, you know you can talk to me. Always.”, you tried telling him, but he continued to shake his head, hands over his eyes.

The both of you stayed silent for some time. While Leon didn’t really know where to begin and what to say, you wanted to give him the time he needed, not rushing him into anything. And it pained you, it really did. Only a few hours ago you were thinking about all the times the pair of you were closer to being a couple than just friends and now the footballer was sitting in your flat, about to tell you about a new fling of his.

“Have you ever felt like there is more between us than a normal friendship?”, Leon asked, breaking the silence. Your eyes widened, your hand immediately leaving his leg. “What do you mean now? Can you start talking to me in a way I can also understand?”

“You could just answer my question Y/N.”, Leon grunted, shrugging his shoulders. You let out a shaky breath. “Maybe.”, you answered shortly, trying to look anywhere but into his eyes. “Me too.”, he whispered, his hand already reaching out for yours. You flinched a little as you felt his warm hand wrap around yours. “I left her, because I came to the conclusion that I won’t find a better match for me than you.”, Leon confessed, his eyes searching for yours.

“What should we do know?”, you wondered, stroking your thumb across the back of his hand. This felt weird, but also right. “I know a lot of things that we could do now, you know?”, he sent you a wink, a big smile adoring his face. “You are still, such an idiot, Goretzka.”, you let out a laugh, but before you could say anything else, his lips already found yours.

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[footballffbarbiex]

Scarf. Leon edition.

player: Leon Goretzka words: 1151 request: Leon  |  She  |  500 – 900  |  Leon is taking her to train station because she's going to meet her family for Christmas and maybe she's forgotten her scarf and Leon gives her his just before she has to go. Maybe they have feelings for each other but they are a bit shy about it. Could you end it with a quick kiss (maybe she takes the first step).

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Other than the radio playing and the sound of the windscreen wipers moving over the glass, there’s not much noise within the car. She sits in her seat uncharacteristically quiet, fingers playing with one another in her lap as she looks out of her window, occasionally staring forward and tuning out the world as she gets lost in her thoughts. Leon sits beside her, eyes fixed on the road. Though occasionally she’ll catch him sneaking a side peek at her and she’ll see his jaw clench.

Was it corny to say that this weekend felt different? That may be so, but it remained true. And weren’t most true things corny at the heart of it all? Leon had been in her life for the past couple of years. A friendship had blossomed when her best friend had dated his best friend and the two of them had been thrown together. Leon had been cautious around her initially, slowly letting her in, dropping nuggets of information and seeing how she reacted to them.

Sometimes he found himself revealing things that he hadn’t intended but the conversation and the environment between them had felt so organic that he almost forgot he was supposed to be guarded. She became the person that Leon loved to confide in. The person that he liked to come to for advice about anything and the person that he missed the most if he hadn’t seen her for a while. If Leon was honest with himself, and he rarely was when it came to her, he believed that he found her to be more of a best friend than Daniel was.

The weeks leading up to the festive period were busy and always had been, but the two of them made sure that they made time. Leon’s home was large, spacious and shockingly empty.

“I like simplicity,” he’d tell her but it was never an answer that sat well with her. Where were the plants? Where were the books? The small details which made his home his? And this was an argument that she brought once more this weekend when standing in the middle of his living area looking around. Her hands were balled into fists at her hips as she tapped her foot and shook her head disapprovingly.

“That tree does nothing for this space. How much time do you have and how much would you hate me if I asked you to part ways with some of your money?”

“Why does it have to be my money?” He had no objections to paying, he was curious as to what reasoning she’d give.

“Because my bank account would get you a bauble on finance right now. It’s no wonder you don’t feel Christmassy. Look at this place.”

By the time she’d finished, the tree he’d originally had was moved to her home, filling up the entire corner of her lounge and then some. The new tree adorned with lights, baubles, hints of tinsel and decorations that they both agreed on, finally matched the room which it stood in. His bannister was wrapped in a snow frosted berry garland. A similar style garland draped over the mantle, the warm glow from the lights within it felt warm and welcoming.

Candles that she’d sniffed, thrust under his nose and bought, were everywhere that she could go. Spiced apple in the lounge, a warm cinnamon in the kitchen, some form of vanilla sugar cookie in the hallway. Unscented pillar candles huddle together on the fireplace, plus another box of decorations that she’d made him promise to arrange.

Leon had been as powerless to stop her enthusiasm as he was to ask her to stay a little longer. He knew she’d been looking forward to going home to see her folks but this weekend hadn’t felt like one between friends - it felt like one with a spouse, and as much as he knows he’ll regret not asking, he’d regret pulling her away from her family even more by doing so.

“Do you want me to come with you? Onto the platform that is,” he asks after pulling into a parking space and killing the engine.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” She gives a nod and a smile but it doesn’t quite meet her eyes. Rather than address it, he nods back and makes a comment about helping her get her luggage before he climbs out of the car. She’s faster than he’d anticipated, taking her place at his side before he’s managed to get her bag from the back. One hand rests on the car trunk, the other is extending her bag to her when he notices the way she pulls her coat a little more around her, pulling up the collar as much as she can to trap warmth in.

“Where’s your scarf?” He asks, knowing that she’d had one when arriving.

“Must have left it at yours,” she admits sheepishly and takes her belongings from him.

“Here,” he doesn’t hesitate to pull down the zip of his own fleece jacket and begins to unwind his own thick scarf.

“No Leon, that’s yo-”, she’s silenced by him dressing her, his cold fingertips stroking her neck as he tries to manipulate the cloth into place. His aftershave wafts with every motion, her eyes never leaving his face as he concentrates on making sure that she’s as warm and snuggly as can be. His hands smooth the garment down before he finally meets her eyes. When neither of them look away from the other, she gives it another few seconds before his gaze drops to her lips before painstakingly dragging his focus back to her eyes.

Rationality leaves as she lifts up onto her tiptoes and lightly presses her lips to his. Her mind screams that this is a mistake but when she begins to pull away and break the kiss, she immediately feels Leon’s lips press back against hers with a little more pressure. Their noses bump a little as they both turn the same way, only for them to laugh into one another’s mouths and their inability to remove the smile from their faces prevents them from kissing once more.

She’s about to say something else when the tannoy comes to life, the sound of it reaching the drop off car park and announces the train she’s due to get on is the next to arrive at the platform. “I better go.”

“Text me?” He asks, his lips curving back into another grin as she leans back in once more. Another light but perfect kiss is placed before she pulls away and begins to step backwards.

“I will. Drive safe please.”

“I’ll let you know when I get home.” Leon states, knowing that he’ll be going home to bury his face into her scarf. And, unbeknown to him, that’s exactly what she does with his the moment the train leaves the station.

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[penguintransporter]

ALL ALONG... YOU — new story (coming soon)

Here it is my loves, as promised, the banner and description of my upcoming Leon multi-chapter story, inspired and loosely based on the requests that I got from this lovely anon (whoever you are, I love you, and I am sorry for letting you wait). Any comment or critique is highly appreciated. Also, I want to thank @footballffbarbiex​ and @little-diable​ for blessing this one...

Olivia first met Leon when she was just a diaper wearing and poop ejecting gremlin-looking creature, and the proof for that being a photograph of the two of them, laying on the floor and staring awkwardly at the camera in his parents home.

Growing up, the two of them, barely a year apart in age, spent a lot of time together, doing things that kids their age do, and even though they thought of each other as friends, the lanky boy always seemed to find a way to tease the mousy girl about one thing or another. Whether it was the movie she wanted to watch, her crush on the boy named Lukas when she was thirteen, or her opinion on which cartoon was better — Pokemon or Digimon (Digimon, of course), Leon just loved to prod and poke at her, and that behavior of his became even more unbearable when he found out that Olivia thought that he was ‘kinda cute’.

Ten years later, Olivia isn’t sure when was the last time she had seen or spoken to Leon, and when they happen to meet again at a family gathering, Leon is more than ready to start his teasing parade again, but this time, Olivia is not very keen of reading that scenario again.

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[brightlight-dazzlingeyes]

love means nothing | chapter 03

leon goretzka x original female character [+18]

synopsis: 10 years ago, after winning wimbledon at the age of 18, olivia araujo was tennis's biggest rising star. she had a cosmopolitan social life, a handsome boyfriend and all the time in the world. now she was pushing 30, single, lonely and after several complicated injuries she could feel her career coming to an end. warnings: sports-typical violence; mentions of depression; angst; timeline of events are not based on real life; minors dni.

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Chapter 03 | I won’t hurt you

“I have lost all my pride

I have been to paradise

And out the other side

With no one to guide me”

April, 2023, Munich

In the last few months people started to talk about me in the past tense. “Remember Araujo? I wonder what she’s been up to.” All of my idols in female tennis have already retired. The newest article about me in The Athletic reads “From a Supernova to a Dying Star: Araujo's Career and the Fragility of Greatness”. Times have changed. Still, I was expected to be in Charleston right now, probably losing to Paula Badosa. 

“Maybe I’m just too old.”

“We’re the same age.” Leon giggles. 

“I just don’t want to feel like it wasn’t worth it. Like I just wasted my youth.”

“You know, my father always tells me that as long as I’m playing I won't be able to truly realize how incredible the things I've achieved are. Because I still want more. Because I still feel like there's so much to achieve. We’ll only know if it was worth it once we're old and gray, looking at the dusty trophies and medals on the shelf.”

We’re in his apartment cooking dinner. It’s way too easy to be around him, the whole thing is way too domestic. He has a kitchen towel on his shoulder and I’m leaning against the counter, blushing, staring at him.

“Are we idiots for doing this again?” I’m biting my lower lip, trying to hide my smile.

“Yes. Absolutely.” He laughs and I can’t help laughing with him.

We were supposed to have a dinner date together, if I was lucky maybe hook up. But the next morning, naked in his bed, tangled together; I just couldn’t leave. And he didn’t seem too bothered about it. That same morning, without saying a word he opened space for me in his closet. At night, when we were cuddling again after making love, he whispered.

“Please, stay. I want you to stay. You can stay as long as you like.”

My father wasn’t too happy about it. Last time we talked was through text a couple days ago.

dad:

I'm so incredibly disappointed in you.

Let me know when you decide to get back to work.

You know I have to make my plans around yours.

liv:

i’m not giving up clay season, just taking a break

i’m playing stuttgart for sure

dad:

Yes, I’m sure ‘taking a break’ and playing Stuttgart will help you win Roland Garros.

That makes a lot of sense.

I’m being ironic, by the way.

Munich is beautiful and I’ve been filling my days touristing the Bavarian city. Starting my mornings with a traditional breakfast of white sausages, sweet mustard and freshly baked pretzels at one of the city’s many cafes. Then I’ll wander the winding streets of the old town discovering hidden gems, cozy pubs and quirky boutiques. I turned off my phone and decided to stay out of social media. For me it felt like a cleansense, but my family couldn’t see it that way. Chiara got in charge of visiting me and trying to take me back home.

“So… You’re living with him?” She was being careful with her words at first. She accompanied me on one of my daily walks and we were sitting at a charming cafe in one of Munich's less busy neighborhoods. It’s very cold and we’re delighting ourselves with some great hot chocolate.

“Something like that. We haven’t really talked.”

“You should go to therapy.” She soundly put her chocolate cup on the table, looking me in the eye with a worrisome expression.

“Oh.”

“I’m serious, Liv. It helped me a lot.”

“You’re in therapy?”

“I’ve been doing therapy for the past 3 years. And you’re like, a pro athlete, you should be doing it from day 1.”

“Oh.”

I had no words. My little sister looked and sounded so mature. When did I lose that? Or maybe I never had it. Maybe I was never really an adult. Never had to, only had to be a player.

“It’s a lot, what you have to deal with. What you had to deal with since you were a kid. And our family doesn’t help. Mom is a narcissist and dad is an asshole.”

She holds my hand and I’m shocked.

“Chiara! What. I mean. You’re right. But you shouldn't say it.”

“You never thought about firing dad? And maybe get a coach who understands you and respects you?” 

Her words take me back to my first Wimbledon title. What it took for me to get there and how father made me feel.

“And don't patronize me, yes, of course. But he wouldn't take well and I never won a fight against him. I would rather just retire, honestly.”

“Well, that’s crazy. When did you become the type of person who prefers the easy way out?” Chiara looked angry. “You’re miserable and if there’s any chance you can still be happy playing, I think you should take it.” She takes another sip of her hot chocolate. “What about your friends? Isabella is living in Munich, did you know?”

"That 's true!” Isabella and I used to be inseparable, back when I used to answer my friends' texts and actually had a social life. “I’ve forgotten. God, it’s been so long since I talked to her.”

“Well, here’s your chance.”

Chiara was right. So I called Isabella and set up a lunch date; and then I looked for a therapist. Leon wanted to see my sister again before she went back to Portugal, so we went home together and they cooked us dinner.

I left the kitchen for a moment and, when I was walking back in, I heard them talking.

“What?” Leon asked.

“What are you doing?” Chiara is laughing.

“Olivia doesn't like sesame seeds.”

There’s a pause after that. Leon always takes the seeds off the bread for me. I take a peek, trying to get a better look at their interaction.

“You have always been my favorite.” Chiara hugs him with watering eyes. Then she playfully pretends to punch his arm.“If you hurt her I’ll kill you.”

“You guys are so cute!” I finally walked in hugging them both.

“You guys are so cute.” Chiara points at us and we agree. We really are.

***

“Dating a footballer? Couldn’t be me.” Isabella teased me. We were in a busy restaurant having drinks after lunch. Isa is a sports journalist who is currently covering the Bundesliga, so for her my current situation was funny to say the least.

“You know you're bound to eat your words, right?”

“If that happens, just shoot me.” She jokes. “You know twitter is going crazy about the two of you right? You guys are the new Jennifer Lopez and Ben Aflleck. People are obsessed.”

“I’ve been out of social media, but I’ve noticed the rise of paparazzi following me around; so I’ve figured.”

Meeting up with Isa was like a breath of fresh air. I’ve been isolated from my friends for too long. Later, in therapy, I would make the connection on how that was affecting my matches.

***

“I can’t keep doing this unless I know you’re as invested as I am. I know you’re dealing with a lot right now, but I can’t go through all of that again.”

We were getting ready to bed talking about his work, changes of manager, upcoming games; and Leon just burst it out. He looks anxiously at me and I can tell he was thinking about it for a while.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m invested, I promise.”

He nods.

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[footballfanfictions]

They're just jealous - Leon Goretzka

Warnings: Smut, 18+ content 

Sorry for the quality, I had to write on my phone which isn't ideal!!

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I was making the mistake of checking the comments on my instagram pictures again. They made me feel so low. Almost as low as the article that had appeared in the news paper this morning alongside a picture of me taken on holiday which implied that I had put a lot of weight on. So what if I had indulged a little during lockdown? I had a new album to promote now and an upcoming tour, all the dancing would help the extra pounds to fall back off again in no time. 

What do you do when you're feeling that insecure though?

Message the guy who has been pursuing you for a few weeks? The guy you said you wouldn't reply to because you were afraid that if anything happened between you two that you'd fall in love and get hurt. 

Absolutely that's what you do.

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I was nervous, checking out of the window every couple of minutes looking for his car. It was 2am and my street was deserted, dimly lit only by the street light. 

I had packed a few essentials into my handbag and made my way downstairs by the time I heard the crunch of the gravel outside beneath a car tire that signalled his arrival. Slipping out of the front door quietly, I barely looked at him before I was almost in front of him. 

He had gotten out of the car and was leaning against the side wearing grey sweatpants and a white t shirt that accentuated his muscular chest and arms. I tried to keep my tongue inside my mouth as I looked him up and down approvingly. 

As I reached him I couldn't hold back my thoughts any longer. "God you are so handsome." I breathed. 

He grinned at that, the grin then forming into a smirk. "Why such a late call?" He asked. 

"I was lonely and you mentioned that we should hang out…" I tried not to make my intentions obvious, frying not to come across as easy, but I was sure that he knew exactly what I was really after. 

He asked no more questions, stepping aside and opening the car door for me. The small gesture making me ever more glad that I was going to do this with him. 

He drove us back to his place quietly and I sat with my legs firmly crossed.The free hand that was not on the steering wheel rested on my thigh and goosebumps erupted on my skin wherever he touched me. 

"I didn't think that you liked me" he mumbled as we left the car on his drive way. 

He steered me through the front door with a hand on my lower back and we soon found ourselves sat on his sofa. 

He was saying something but I wasnt listening to him properly, my eyes just watching the movement of his lips before I leant forward, and put my hands on his cheeks. We looked at each other for a second and then I was kissing him like he was oxygen and I was drowning.

He lifted me onto his lap as his hands roamed my body, and I ground my hips needily down against his crotch. The material of his sweatpants left little to my imagination. 

Our lips broke apart for long enough for him to say "I cant believe I'm kissing my celebrity crush." With a wide grin. 

He was so handsome and effortlessly sexy at the same time.

I shook my head and blushed. Some of the insecure thoughts creeping back in. He must have been able to tell from my expression that I wasnt feeling great about myself. 

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, putting a finger beneath my chin to make me look at him.

I blinked back the tears that threatened to spill, not wanting to ruin the moment. 

"People have just been saying a lot of bad things about the way I look recently, that's all." 

His brow furrowed and he held me tightly against his chest before he kissed me softly and said "I cant understand why anyone would say anything like that about you. You're the sexiest woman I have ever seen and I'm going to make you feel like it too." and with that promise the smirk was back, and he quickly lay me down on my back amongst the soft sofa cushions, beginning to kiss a trail up the inside of my thighs from where he knelt in between them. Every few kisses he would stop and look up at me to check that I was still ok, until he reached the hem of my shorts, quickly unbuttoned and sliding them off at an encouraging nod from me. His breath was warm and tickled my skin as he rolled down my underwear, leaving me completely bear to him. I felt the soft roughness of his beard before his tongue. He started to lap gently between my folds and used his fingers to part me. He then started to work on my clit, eliciting moans of encouragement from me that I couldn't control. He hummed appreciatevely as I reached down and grasped a handful of his curls. I tugged gently and his mouth left me. 

I was panting when he crawled on top of me, but wound my arms around his neck and brought his lips down to mine. He kissed me hungrily and I could feel his erect cock against my stomach.

"Leon please..."

He didn't need me to ask twice before quickly ridding himself of his sweatpants and boxers and pressing against me.

Taking control I pushed him back against the cushions and straddled his lap, allowing him to slip inside of me before I started to kiss him again. 

He held my waist and allowed me to set the pace. I ground my hips down against his feeling him fill me. He held my hips firmly and thrust up into me, matching my movements down against him. 

"You're so beautiful." He praised me, as he brought his hand down against my ass. 

I let a few inches slip from me before I brought myself back down onto his length. His left hand had found my breast and he gently rolled and pinched my nipple between his fingers. His right hand was between my legs, his fingers starting to stroke my clit as I rose and sank against him, finally pushing me over the edge, my walls clenching around him. His own orgasm taking hold seconds later. 

"I wish you could see how incredible you just looked." He smiled, lifting me gently from his lap and holding me against his chest as we lay down. 

Pressing my face into his chest I blushed. 

He brushed his fingers through my hair and pressed his lips against my forehead. "The people that said the bad things, they're all just jealous.". 

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[lightsburnbrite]

The Inevitable End: Part 11

Leon pulled into the arrivals loop at the airport and slowly crept along until he saw his parents waiting. He hopped out of the car and took care of greetings first, his mother hugging him tightly, before putting their luggage in the car.

"Now," Leon's mother started, to what do we owe the special request of a visit?"

Leon wanted to laugh, his mother always loved a reason to visit but also had a knack for knowing when a visit wasn't just a visit. "Well, I've been seeing someone for a little while now and I'd like for you all to meet her."

Leon's mother instantly beamed and the car ride home was filled with bubbly chatter about how excited she was that he found someone who made him happy. 

"Babe?" Leon sat down on the edge of the sofa and placed his hand on Lilli's arm. "We're home."

Lilli blinked a few times and looked up at Leon before registering what he'd said. "Oh, god. I'm sorry."

She stood and, while waiting for the dizziness to subside, attempted to appear less rumpled. "I was straightening things up and only meant to lay day for a minute. I was going to have dinner ready. I'm so sorry."

"Babe, it's fine." Leon attempted to console her. "Here, this is my father, Konrad and my mother, Katharina."

"Lilli," she offered a hand in greeting. "It's very nice to meet the both of you."

Leon cleared his throat. "I was thinking we could go out for dinner-"

"Darling," Leon's mother interjected. "Lilli, I know we've just met but are you feeling ok? You look a bit peaky."

With a deferential smile, Lilli looked away. "Oh, well, I…"

"That's on of the reasons I wanted you all to come down here." Leon moved closer to her. "Lilli's pregnant."

Lilli shrugged. "They, uh, don't really tell you that morning sickness can happen all day." 

"When was the last time you had something to eat?"

"Um," Lilli closed her eyes and rubbed her furrowed brow. "I can't remember, I haven't really been able to keep anything down."

"Does the same go for liquids?"

She thought for a moment before nodding.

Leon stood by, watching their interaction, but was caught by surprise when his mother turned back to him. "I think you should take her to the hospital. Morning sickness shouldn't be this persistent and she's obviously dehydrated. They can give her something for the nausea."

"Oh, no, I'm ok." Lilli mustered up a broad smile. "Really. Besides, you're here and we'd be terrible hosts if-"

Katharina cleared her throat, not enjoying interrupting Lilli, but wanting to get her point across. "And I would be a terrible mother in law if I recognized that you needed some help and didn't say anything. It's not good for you or the baby to be constantly sick. Konrad and I are perfectly capable of getting on ourselves for the evening."

Leon had already gathered their coats during this interaction. He held Lilli's out for her and as soon as she had it on, she leaned in to him.

After getting her an IV, the doctor had her taken back for another ultrasound to make sure everything seemed right with the baby. When she was given the all clear, Lilli and Leon left with her prescription for Promethazine and a bag of ginger chews. Lilli gave the doctor a look when she essentially handed her a bag of candy but she shrugged and said it worked.

"I'm sorry." Lilli sighed as she rested her head against the car window.

Leon glanced over at her her. "Please stop apologizing. I'm sorry I didn't realize that you should have seen a doctor sooner."

By the time they made it back, his parents had already turned in for the night. 

Sitting at the kitchen table, Lilli had a cup of tea and a slice of toast in front of her as she 

"Morning, Mama." Leon looked up from where he was standing behind the sink. "Did you get on ok last night?"

Katharina laughed. "Yes, Leon. We have been in the city by ourselves before. The real question is how did you get on. You already look much better than last night."

Lilli smiled wearily. "I'm still getting used to not having my morning coffee but this is the first time I've actually had an appetite in a few days."

"There we go, things are already looking up." She placed her hand on Lilli's forearm. "When are you due?"

"Mid April." Lilli laughed now. "If I make it. People keep telling me that it gets better after the first trimester but so far, I've been miserable."

Katharina nodded sympathetically. Leon continued to keep an eye on the the two of them, cautiously optimistic about how well they were getting along.

"What kind of pregnancy did your mother have? Sometimes, you'll end up with-"

"Mama, no." Leon interrupted.

Katharina looked back at her son. "What? Am I not allowed to discuss these things?"

Lilli glanced over at Leon and mouthed the words it's ok. "He's just trying to protect me but there's no way you could have known. My mother passed away when I was born and my father…I think it was too difficult for him to talk about her so I don't really know what she was like."

"I"m sorry, I had no idea-"

"It's really ok." Lilli smiled genuinely this time. "I told Leon when we first met that I don't know any different so I don't really feel like I'm missing something because I never had it." 

Katharina frowned. "Did your father remarry? Is there anyone you can talk to about your pregnancy?"

"He did, but I was raised by nannies and governesses and then went to boarding school." Lilli shrugged. "I'm not really close with Johanne at all and we haven't told my family yet."

Leon had gone downstairs to let his father know that breakfast was ready and as soon as he was out of earshot, Katharina turned back to Lilli. "How has he been?"

Lilli felt herself smile. "He so excited. It's taken me a little longer to get there, just because of my mother, but then I think of what an amazing father he's going to be."

Realizing she was crying, Lilli stopped and shook her head before wiping her cheeks. "This is ridiculous, I can't believe I'm crying."

"Why," Leon had come back in to the kitchen and moved closer to Lilli.  "Why are you crying?"

"I don't know," Lilli started laughing at herself. "I think part of me is just happy to have someone else to talk to this about. Someone who's gone through it before."

Katharina gave a knowing nod. "Hormones too."

Taking a breath, Lilli leaned back into Leon's hands as he began to massage her shoulders. "Thank you, Mama."

"Of course," Katharina smiled at Leon before turning back to Lilli. "Any time and I mean any time you have questions or just need someone to talk to, I'm only a phone call away. I'm not great with the texting, but I will always answer the phone."

They spent the next two days sightseeing throughout the city and going to his match on Sunday. It surprised Lilli how at ease she felt around his parents considering she was always anxious around her own. When they both took his parents back to the airport, Lilli was sad to see them go. She even invited his mother back down once the baby was born. 

After his parents had gone home, it seemed like the only time that Leon and Lilli had together was in the evening. Most days, Lilli was exhausted and it was all she could do not to fall asleep right after dinner. For whatever reason, tonight, she had enough energy to cook and watch a movie after dinner. Leon had tended to the washing up while Lilli went to take a shower before bed.

Leon stood at the bathroom vanity, occasionally glancing up at Lilli's reflection as she took a shower. It was subtle, but Leon noticed Lilli's stomach starting to distend slightly. He waited for her to finish, holding a towel open for her once she stepped out. Wrapping her in the towel, Leon kissed her forehead.

"Thank you." Lilli closed her eyes and smiled, leaning in to him.

Leon waited for Lilli in their bed, encouraging her snuggle against him once she was settled. "It seems like things are getting easier, yeah?"

"Each day is a little better." Lilli draped her arm over his hips. "I finally feel like eating normal food again."

Tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, he smiled. "Good. I almost don't want to bring this up, but if you want to tell your family before they find out otherwise, you should probably do it soon."

Lilli looked back at him, puzzled.

"Maybe it's because I know what to look for," He leaned over and kissed her, "But you're starting to show."

"I was enjoying this being our little secret but my father's birthday is in a few weeks. I'm assuming we'll be invited to dinner." She reached out for his hand and laced her fingers between his before giving it a squeeze.

They lay in silence of a while until Lilli spoke again. "I've been thinking."

"Yeah?" Leon moved to his side so that he was spooning her.

"I don't want to work once that baby is here." Suddenly, Lilli sat up so that she could face Leon. "I want to be the ones to raise our baby. Not a bunch of nannies."

Leon smiled before reaching out for her hand. "Lil, that's fine. You know you don't even have to work now, right?"

"Babe, Countess. I don't have to work at all." She cracked a smile. "I have always worked because I want to do something with my time. I just don't enjoy the banking enough to stick with it once…" She gestured vaguely.

After Leon had encouraged Lilli to lay back down, he kissed her again and smiled. "Well, now that you mention it. I've always thought you should start your own design business."

"You think I could do that?" Lilli raised her eyebrows at him.

Leon had noticed how Lilli seemed to lap up whatever compliments he offered and even the slightest bit of encouragement from him caused her to light up. It always broke his heart to think of her as a little girl who never got that sort of love and admiration.

He smiled as he rested his hand against her cheek. "I know you could."

It didn't exactly surprise Leon when Lilli came home one day and said she had given her notice at the office. Even before Lilli brought it up, Leon knew he had wanted her to take some time off. He could easily see Lilli feeling like she was split being working and being a mother and not being happy with the outcome of either. Instead, she would be able to focus her time and energy on getting things ready for the baby.

Leon walked through the front door expecting to see Lilli in the living room but it was obvious she had been cleaning and left everything very neat. He started to walk towards their bedroom but stopped once he saw her sitting crosslegged in the middle of what would be the nursery.

There were dozens of those little strips of paint colors, wallpaper samples, books of fabric swatches, and thick catalogues of furniture and other decor surrounding her. She seemed deep in thought before she heaved out a sigh and laid down on her back. Once she opened her eyes, she realized Leon was watching her.

"Hey, Lilligoat." Leon walked in and sat down next to her. That was all the invitation she needed to crawl into his lap. "Whatcha doin?"

Lilli closed her eyes and nestled into his embrace. "I'm trying to figure out how I want the nursery to look but I'm having a hard time because I don't know who this little person is yet."

Leon smiled as soon as Lilli placed her hands on her stomach. He never doubted her ability to be maternal but recently he had noticed a definite shift in how she was approaching her pregnancy. He laid his hands on top of hers. "That's tomorrow then, right? We get to find out if it's a girl or a boy?"

"Yeah," She leaned into him now. "You can still make it, right?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world."

They sat in the waiting room, Lilli resting her head on Leon's shoulder. Leon let his fingers trace lazy circles along Lilli's leg while he listened for her name to be called.

"What do you want it to be?" Leon punctuated his question with a tap on her leg.

Sitting up a little straighter, Lilli shrugged. "Honestly, I just want a healthy baby. I can't shake the feeling that we'll get back there and they're going to tell us something is wrong with the baby."

Placing his hand over hers, he gave it a squeeze. "I'm sure everything will be fine."

In reality, Leon was beginning to wonder if their child's entire life would be filled with moments of Lilli's anxiety taking over. He hoped that once the baby was born, she'd settle, the anticipation seemed to be the worst part for her.

"Lilli Ahlefeldt?"

Leon stood once her name was called, holding his hand out for her to take. He knew better than to make small talk while the technician was getting everything set up so instead, he just moved his chair next to the exam table and held Lilli's hand. 

"Ok," The technician started. "So, first the conductor gel, this might be a little cold. Alright, do you hear that? That's baby's heartbeat, nice and strong. Next, I'm checking to make sure that all organs are in place and that your amniotic levels look good…placenta placement looks good too."

She turned with a smile to Leon and Lilli. "Did you want to find out what you're having today?"

Lilli looked back to Leon to double check. When he responded with a smile and the slightest of nods, Lilli gave the technician the go ahead.

"Right. So here are baby's hands…and then you can see feet." The technician laughed to herself. "Hopefully he'll turn so you can see his face…well, it seems he's going to be a bit shy now, but you are having a boy."

Lilli felt Leon squeeze her hand again and that cemented the memory in her mind as she heard him whisper to himself hello beautiful boy.  

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