#andreas wellinger imagine

[x-lipstickstain-x]

hey so, i really enjoyed the imagine you wrote and i would like to request one as well, if you want to write it; ive been listening to the song lost in japan by shawn mendes and thought about andi (bc what else do i think about lately, nothing) maybe you can come up with something for that. i know this is really vague, sorry. (also i kinda hate the y/n thing, can you just pick a name, its less awkward to read) okay, thank you so much if you wanna give it a try 💜

It`s only been like 10 years since I got this request lmao. This has actually been done for quite a few days now, I`m just getting really bad at posting. So yeah this is kinda based on the song Lost in Japan by Shawn Mendes.  Anyway, enjoy!

Andreas Wellinger Imagine ~ Lost in Japan

I couldn’t wait to see her in Sapporo. My best friend hadbeen working in Japan on her placement year for over six months now and Ihadn’t had an opportunity to see her since then. Ella and I have been friendssince we were kids. We grew up as neighbours and throughout all these years wemanaged to grow such a strong, unbreakable bond. So many times our friendshiphad been put to a test, but no problem matters  when you realise how much you care forsomeone.  

Ella was coming to the competitions in Sapporo, we had itplanned for a few months now, so both of us were extremely excited. Thecompetitions in Russia had just finished for us and until the whole team wouldhead to Japan, it was still quite a few days.

One night, I decided to finally free up the storage on myphone as the constant notifications about it being full, were driving meabsolutely insane. I went straight to my gallery and I deleted a fewscreenshots which I was sure would not longer be needed, but somehow I gotblown into a folder where I kept pictures of all Ella’s and my adventures fromquite a few years back. The smile on my face was present the whole time to thepoint where my cheeks began to hurt and my eyes started tearing up.

My soulmate was thousands of miles away and I couldn’texplain in words how much I missed the sound of her voice live, or how much Iached for her cuddles whenever I felt down. She always knew what I needed andshe tried to give her all to me even from the other side of the world, but asselfish as it sounds, it just wasn’t enough for me. So that’s when I got acrazy idea. I wanted to see her and I wasn’t willing to wait for it any longer.

I clapped my hands, smiling at my laptop screen which confirmedmy flight for tomorrow morning. I would be landing in Tokyo in the evening and Iplanned on making my way straight to the apartment she was staying in. I wasthankful that I sent her some things through the post before, so I knew herexact address. Now, I was only hoping she would be happy to see me earlier thanplanned.

I headed to my coach’s room to inform him about my earlydeparture, when I explained why, Schuster was surprisingly understanding and hetrusted me enough to continue training on my own and then join in with the teamonce they arrive.

After saying a quick goodbye to my teammates, I returned tomy room. There was nothing left for me to do besides packing and booking myselfa hotel in Tokyo, just in case Ella didn’t want me staying with her, which Ihighly doubted, but I’d rather be safe.

That night I fell asleep with a huge smile on my face.Although, it was very difficult for me to fall asleep because of how excited Iwas. I felt like a little kid. I just couldn’t get her off of my mind, nomatter how hard I tried.

The next morning I checked my phone after waking up, justlike I usually do. Seeing the daily ‘good morning Milka’ text on my phonescreen, I smiled. It never failed to put a smile on my face. I typed out aresponse, before setting my phone down and hopping out of bed. I wasn’t amorning person, but today wasn’t just a normal day, so it wasn’t as much of aneffort.

Before I knew it, I was on the plane to Tokyo. Therealisation seemed to hit me all of a sudden and I exhaled a happy sigh. Just afew more hours and I would finally get to see her beautiful smile and hold oneof the most important girls in my life. My head wandered over to thinking abouthow the dark haired girl would react to seeing me. A huge part of me was sureshe would be just as happy as I am, but a small part of me didn’t want to bedisappointed if she wasn’t.

I tilted my head from side to side, trying to crack my achingneck. Let’s just say I didn’t fall asleep in the best position, but that nolonger mattered when my taxi pulled up outside of the building Ella lived in.

I thanked the taxi driver after paying him and I got out ofthe car. I looked up at the tall building, while dragging my suitcase behindme. A million sentences were running through my head that I wanted to say toher as soon as I see her. I glanced around as I stepped into the reception,this place looked much fancier than she explained.

I smiled at the woman behind the reception counter and I justcontinued walking to the lift. I fixed my hair in the mirror, noticing howhappy I already looked just from thinking about Ella. The door opened and Ileft the lift, searching for the right door number.

I stopped walking right in front of Ella’s door. I stared atit for a few seconds before I dared myself to knock. Nothing. My heart sank alittle, why didn’t I think about this. She didn’t have to be at home, I couldbe here waiting for hours. I am such an idiot. I quietly groaned to myselfbefore knocking again.

“Oh crap… One second!” I heard the beautiful voice call outfrom inside the apartment and my heart started beating much faster. Open thegoddamn door Elle, I thought to myself, growing really impatient.

I heard the key turn from the inside and the door was quicklypulled open by my best friend with a towel on her head. She only stuck out herhead, but her jaw fell and her eyes almost popped out when she saw me. All thewords I wanted to say suddenly left my head and I was no longer capable ofspeaking.

The girl rushed over to me, squeals leaving her mouth. Herarms wrapped around my neck so tightly, I was sure she almost pulled a musclein my back. I wasn’t complaining. My arms swiftly wrapped around her waist andI picked her up, holding her as close as possible.

“You can’t just turn up to my door like this Andi!” Ellachocked out, which immediately made me pull back to look at her face. Worryrushed over me as I noticed the tears running down her face. “You don’t knowhow much I missed you. I can’t believe you’re here..” She whispered, snifflingquietly with a huge smile on her face. She pulled me back into a hug and Iclosed my eyes.

I missed this content feeling. “I missed you so much angel,”I whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of her head as I carried her throughthe door. I let her down gently and I went back for my suitcase, closing thedoor behind me. Ella was still staring at me in awe, as if she was worried itwas just her imagination and I would disappear in a second.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, strolling up to me andhugging me once again. It only just came to my attention that she was onlywearing a bathrobe.  

“Interrupting your shower, apparently.” I chuckled, glancingdown at her, she laughed and playfully pinched my side. Her laugh was music tomy ears. “I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to come here to see you,” Iadmitted after a moment.

“I’m sorry, give me five minutes and we’ll talk,” Ellasmiled, still wiping at her eyes. The girl disappeared into her room and Idecided to take a look around her apartment. I instantly spotted a frame withmultiple pictures inside it, hung up on the wall above the fireplace. A cheesysmile crawled onto my face as I saw most of the pictures were ours, right fromwhen we were little, to just last year. I saw this girl growing into such abeautiful and smart woman.

I flinched at the feeling of something touching my back andshoulder, but I quickly realised it was just Ella, trying to cuddle me frombehind. A small laugh escaped my lips and I let her cuddle into my body.

“I hope I didn’t ruin any plans you had?” I sighed quietly,biting down onto my lip.

The girl looked up at me with an amused expression on herface. “You know fully well that I would cancel any plans for you… That’s if Ihad any in the first place.” She surprised me with her words, positively ofcourse.

Ella pulled away from me and she started messing with herhair, I watched her with a smile, but a part of me felt like her sudden changein behaviour had a reason behind it. I was correct.

“Andi.. Can we go for a walk?” She asked in a soft tone, hereyes pleading me to agree.

I instantly nodded my head. I’d love to see more of Tokyo andI hoped I’d get to find out what was bugging my best friend. “Of course, butare you feeling okay?” I questioned worriedly.

I received a single nod and she smiled. “I think so. We willsee.” She laughed while grabbing her purse. She took my hand and I followed herto the door without any further questions.

The majority of the walk consisted of us talking abouteverything that had happened in the past few months that she had been away for,although, we already knew everything since we talked almost everyday over thephone.

It was already dark, but in my opinion that only made thecity look even more beautiful. We eventually came to a stop at bench when thedark haired girl mentioned that she wanted to sit down for a moment. We sat incomplete silence, which was never an issue as we where both comfortable withit, but Ella kept opening her mouth and closing it like she wanted to saysomething. She nervously rubbed the palms of her hands together and I shook myhead.

“Just say what’s on your mind El.. I may not have seen youfor a while, but I can still tell when you need to get something off of yourchest,” I sighed, looking into her eyes. I could see how difficult it was forher, she looked up at the sky before squeezing her eyes shut.

“So, I was going to tell you this in Sapporo, but you’re herenow and I can’t pretend that things are the same…” She mumbled and I began to grownervous myself. “I’m sorry Andreas, but I’m in love with you,” her voice wasshaky yet somewhat stern.

My mouth fell open and stared at her, completely stunned byher words. “You what?” I eventually muttered.

She was clearly frustrated as she ran her hand roughlythrough her hair before raising to her feet at a rather quick pace, whichalmost made me jump. “Look, I was thinking a lot and I realised that how much Imissed you wasn’t normal. I miss you more than anyone, I think about you morethan anyone, I can’t live without you-,” her words were sweet, but her tonemade it seem like she was yelling the worst abuse at me so I did the firstthing that came to my mind and I would be lying if I said I have never thoughtabout doing this before. I raised to my feet, gently cupped her face into mylarge hands and I kissed her as hard as I could.

[booksanxietyandsports]

"hallelujah am i high" - andreas wellinger after jumping 241.5m in planica // 25.03.2022

[jediskijumper]

my heart hurt

on one side we have Andi back in world cup

on the other side we have Pero out of world cup cause of covid

whyyyyy

[skiijumpinng]

you have no idea how anxious i am about Andi's jumps in Planica

[thereisalwayshope]

@x-lipstickstain-x 😏😂

[trialround]

Golden Sky 7/?

Stephan Leyhe/Andreas Wellinger

AU where things are a little different – but not really.

“Wait, really? You really used to jump?”

July 2018

The summer goes on, and the warmer it gets, the more Stephan hates it. It’s hot and humid, and jumping when it’s 30 degrees outside is unnatural. The slap of the skis against the plastic mat sounds wrong. With humidity and sweat, the ski jumping suits become death traps, sucking you in and never letting you go. Sun is shining all the time, making everything unbearable. Jumping feels horrible, the memories of Korea still haven’t faded yet. Everything is a struggle.

“Need any help?” Andreas has been filming their training earlier. Now he seems to be taken the role of a water boy, carrying all their water bottles around, making sure everyone drinks enough.

Normally Stephan would do what he has done the whole summer: say no, push the other man away, turn his back to him, handle it by himself. But now it’s hot and uncomfortable, and he’s stuck in his suit, and Andreas is there and willing to help.

“Yes, please,” Stephan mutters, fighting to peel the suit off.

“Water first.” Andreas pushes a water bottle to his hand. The younger man makes sure he drinks enough, before grabbing the sleeve of his suit and helping him wiggle his way out of it.

“I used to hate training in the heat. The suit gets impossible to take off, don’t you think?”

Stephan drops his helmet.

“Training – wait, you –? Huh?” Stephan blinks at the man in front of him. Andreas smirks at him.

“It’s been two and half months and you still haven’t googled me? I have to say I’m disappointed,” he laughs, winks at him, and Stephan gets momentarily annoyed before he realizes what Andreas said.

“Wait, really? You really used to jump?”

“Everyone has a past,” Andreas shrugs. “I have to say I kind of miss the World Cup circus, it’s good to be back this season even if I won’t be doing any jumping.”

Stephan is blinking, trying to comprehend the words Andreas is saying. It might have been easy to imagine a seven-year-old Andreas trying ski jumping in some youth event and then deciding it was not for him. But World Cup, he was talking about missing the World Cup.

“You used to jump in the World Cup?”

“Yeah.”

“But – but how – I don’t remember – “

“Yeah, I was probably gone before you came along.” Andreas says it like it would be the most ordinary thing to say. Stephan is blinking, staring at the man in front of him like he is only now seeing Andreas the first time.

“When did you – how did you? You’re younger than me.” Stephan tries to wrap his head around all the information.

“I was seventeen when I had my first World Cup start. I went straight from Alpen Cup to World Cup so we must have missed each other. You probably did Continental Cup first, right?”

“Yeah. That’s the normal way to go.”

“Well, then I wasn’t normal. I was fifth in my first ever World Cup start. Then two weeks later I was third.” He smiles proudly.

“Wait, you were on a podium?”

“Yeah, a couple of times. Never won, though. Well, except once, with team. Richi was there too so you can ask him if you don’t believe me.”

“Richi knows – how – does – why didn’t anyone tell me?”

“To be fair, I though you knew. I thought you’d at least google me even if you didn’t remember me from when I was jumping.”

“That’s – “ Stephan doesn’t find the right words. “Why did you stop if you were that good?”

“That’s rather personal question, don’t you think?”

Stephan blushes, but Andreas doesn’t seem to mind.

“Though I’m sure Google will tell you if I don’t.” He’s still smiling, but now when Stephan is actually looking closer, he sees that the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “With videos and everything. I fell in Planica during my breakthrough season. I wasn’t lucky. The doctors said I could try rehabilitation but chances were I would never jump again. Turned out they were right.” His voice is airy, but Stephan suspects it’s all an act.

“Shit,” he says quietly.

“Yeah, pretty much,” Andreas shrugs again. “I’ve done my mourning though.”

“But you must think what would’ve happened if you’d have had the chance to continue,” Stephan blurts out before he has time to consider his words. “You could be – fuck, you could be a superstar right now.”

Andreas laughs, and the laugh sounds genuine. “Or I could’ve been a one-season wonder. You’ll never know. It’s useless to think what ifs. I love my life as it is. Wouldn’t change a thing – well.” He looks at Stephan up and down, licks his lips like he can’t help it. “There’s one thing I would change.”

“But,” Stephan starts, ignoring Andreas’ words, but Andreas interrupts him when he realizes, that Stephan is not going to respond to flirting.

“Let’s get you out of this suit before you pass out in this heat,” the younger man says. His tone is gentle but firm, and Stephan realizes the conversation is over. This time, at least.

[ski-jumper-stan]

2, 10, and 13 :)

(Omfg, thank youuu for the ask! I really appreciate it! :D I have never got an ask, when I reblogged an ask game, before. Ily)

2. Which ski jumper was your first favourite?

Okay, so, imagine me in the 2018 olympics just sitting before the TV and seeing Wellinger win. That was so cool and until 2017/18 I didn't watch ski jumping regularly (I can't even remember when I saw my first ski jumping competition 😅). Up to this point I didn't really know even one of the names of the ski jumpers and Andreas Wellinger was the first name I knew of a ski jumper. And after the olympics I started to regularly watch everything ski jumping, when it was on TV and I ALWAYS rooted either for Wellinger, Eisenbichler, Freund or Tande, but mostly for Wellinger. I don't know much about him BUT he was my first favourite ski jumper and he's too cool. I like him. Also, I was so sad (and still kinda am) that he got hurt last summer.

10. Did some moments made you cry?

When Wellinger won gold in the olympics and then his teammates were congratulating him I sat there smiling with tears rolling down my face and just completely happy. I still get teary eyed when I think about it. That. was. so. cool. Also, when I realised Richard Freitag didn't get qualified for the second competition in Sapporo this year I cried...But after I cried I fell asleep so there's that.

13. The funniest ski jumper by your opinion?

This is a difficult question that I can't really answer because I don't know a lot about all the ski jumpers out there yet... I'll answer Kamil Stoch because I almost always at least smile when I see a photo of him on insta. I don't know why. He's just that level of cool.

(Yo, I hope my answers make sense, since I'm not that good at...doing things xD)

[llamasarecoolerthanyou]

Like I’m gonna lose you – Andreas Wellinger & Stephan Leyhe

Here we go with my third one-shot. 😊 Thank you so much for reading. I appreciate all the likes, reblogs and nice words. You guys are the best! ❤️

Like I’m gonna lose you – Andreas Wellinger & Stephan Leyhe

Stephan was confused. His boyfriend has been acting weird since they arrived in Norway. It started innocently enough with Andi showing up with a bouquet of red roses at the airport.

Admittedly, the other guys kept looking at them funny but it was a nice gesture and the brunette chose to see it as another one of Andreas's strange ideas. Besides their teammates knew about their relationship, so as long as the Bavarian refrained from similar displays of affection in front of the other teams, he was going to ignore it. When it came to Andi, sometimes not knowing was better.

Unfortunately, that was only the beginning. Soon he couldn’t deny it any longer, something was definitely off.

After giving him the flowers, Andreas didn't leave his side for a second during their flight.

First, he decided to carry his bag for him, even though the brunette was more than capable of doing it himself. Still, Stephan stayed silent as they boarded the plane and later on as the blonde kept asking him every ten minutes if he was comfortable or needed anything.

He didn't say anything when the younger man started calling him “baby” and “darling”. Never having been one for direct confrontation, he decided that some time apart would do them good and told his boyfriend that he was going to go play cards with Richi and Markus.

He probably shouldn’t have been surprised when five minutes later they were joined by the very person he was trying to avoid. And when Wellinger just sat down on his lap and kissed him as if it was completely normal for them to show affection in the middle of a crowded plane, his patience ran out.

“OK, what is going on with you today?” he asked, pushing him off his lap.

Andi looked at him surprised, “Nothing, I don’t know what you mean.”

“Come on, you’re not acting normal. Since when do you buy me flowers or carry my bags? And you won’t leave me alone for a second!” Stephan yelled and instantly regretted his words as he saw his boyfriend’s hurt expression.  

“Well, excuse me for trying to do something nice,” said the blonde and walked away before Leyhe could say anything else.

After their fight, he had expected Andi’s usual sulking but surprisingly, as soon as they arrived he started acting as if nothing had happened. And it looked like their argument didn’t temper his enthusiasm.

In the following days, Stephan received two more bouquets, a box of chocolates and a teddy bear. He blamed it on the fact that Valentine’s Day was coming up which meant that every shop in the area was filled with cheesy gifts.  

Stephan loved the younger man but even he wouldn't say that Andi was particularly thoughtful. Of course, he could always count on him but when it came to the more mundane stuff like, for example picking up milk, he was often too absent-minded to remember. Well, it seemed like that was no longer the case.

Now there was a fresh coffee, prepared exactly as he liked it, waiting for him as he woke up, when before he had to practically force his boyfriend to get up in the morning. During meals, Andi would grab the food for the both of them and carry it over to their table before he had a chance to do anything.

Not to mention his continued refusal to be apart from the older man, especially when Stephan was around other jumpers. Whenever he tried to talk with Daniel after his jumps, as he usually did, Andreas would show up urgently needing his help with something. He even skipped playing video games with Markus.

Stephan was laying on his bed, reading and enjoying a moment of peace. As much as he adored his boyfriend, he was getting really tired of his behavior. Still, he hasn’t mentioned it since their fight on the plane, not wanting to argue again. He had hoped the blonde would get bored and everything would go back to normal.

No such luck but he was going to relax now and worry later. Andreas was with Eisenbichler, they’ve been meeting weekly to play since their friend bought a new console. At least he was supposed to be as in that moment the door opened and Andi walked in.

“I hope you didn’t miss me too much,” he said, talking off his shoes and throwing himself on the bed next to the brunette.

It’s not like you gave me a chance to, he thought but instead said, “I thought you’d be at Markus’s.”

“I told him I couldn’t tonight. I thought we could do something together,” he answered and leaned down to kiss his boyfriend’s neck.

“That’s nice but you know I don’t mind…” Stephan tried to gather his thoughts but couldn’t hold back the groan as Andi bit down gently.

He considered stopping him and asking more questions but then the younger man moved to connect their lips and he decided it could wait.    

Tomorrow, the Raw Air tournament was ending and they were going home. Once he had finished packing his bags, Stephan sat in their room and waited for the blonde to return from the press conference. After his talk with Karl earlier that day, he was determined to get an explanation from his boyfriend.

Having already made his last jump for today, he was watching the rest of the competition with Geiger. As he wasn’t sure what to think about Andi’s strange behavior the past few days, he asked his teammate for advice.

“I’m not sure I can help you. You know what a disaster my last relationship was.”

“Come on, you must have noticed something’s off,” said Leyhe, hoping he wasn’t the only one who was seeing it.

“I think everyone has noticed. Richi still maintains that Wellinger must have lost a bet,” replied Karl. “Seriously though, my cousin’s husband was acting kind of similarly and later she found out he was having an affair.”

Seeing his friend’s dazed expression at his words, he quickly added, “But I’m sure it’s something else.”

Stephan just nodded, feeling bewildered.

Obviously, he didn’t believe Andi would actually cheat on him but there had to be a reason for his sudden change. And it seemed like he was going to find out shortly as a second later his boyfriend entered the room.

Not giving himself a chance to chicken out, he spoke as soon as the door closed behind the blonde, “We need to talk. It really can’t go on like this.”

He was prepared for Andi to get angry again or deny everything but he just looked dejected.

“I can try harder, I promise. We don’t have to break up…” he started to say, making Stephan even more confused.

“What? Why are we talking about breaking up?” he asked, frowning.

“So, you’re not going to leave me…” Andi said hopefully.

“Of course not,” he assured him and pulled his boyfriend closer, wrapping his arms around him. “I love you. You’re never getting rid of me.”

The blonde returned the hug and whispered, “I love you too. I’m sorry.”  

“I’m not mad, just confused,” he replied and slowly drew back, keeping one arm around the younger man. “Is that why you’ve been acting so weird? Why would you even think that?”

Andi blushed but replied after a moment, “Well, I talked with Markus…”

Andreas could see that something was wrong with his friend who has been walking around angry since arriving at the gym, snapping at everyone for no reason. It looked like no one else was going to do anything about it, so it was left up to him to manage the situation before somebody got hurt.

Walking over to the older man, he asked, “What’s up with you today? I thought Karl was going to cry after you yelled at him for walking into you.”

“He should’ve watched where he was going. Besides, shouldn’t you be with your boyfriend? I thought you two were inseparable.”

“I made an exception, just for you,” joked the blonde. “Seriously though, what’s going on?”

“Lena broke up with me. Apparently, I’m an awful boyfriend and didn’t spend enough time with her. Also, went out too much with my friends and never got her anything nice,” said Markus angrily.

“I’m sorry but you’re better off without her. I’ve always thought she was crazy.” He tried to comfort his friend who truly didn’t have much luck with women. It was his third failed relationship this year. “Stephan and I are going to this new club tonight, you should come with us. Maybe you’ll meet someone.”

“Thanks but I’ve had it with relationships. It’s always great at the beginning and then someone leaves when they get bored. You should enjoy it before it’s over.”

“… and then I thought that we haven’t been together that long and what if Markus is right? After all, he has a lot more experience than I do. Then, I started imagining my life without you and it was terrible, I couldn’t let that happen. I decided to become the perfect boyfriend, so you’ll never have a reason to leave.” Andi finished his story feeling embarrassed, “I’m sorry, I should’ve known that you wouldn’t break up with me because I didn’t buy you enough presents.”   

Stephan couldn’t hold back a grin, his boyfriend really was too cute for his own good. Not wanting the blonde to think he was laughing at him, he quickly said, “You should have but I love that you would try so hard to make me happy.”

He gave him a short kiss and continued, “You may not be perfect but you’re perfect for me. I don’t want you to change. The gifts were lovely and the coffee was nice but I much prefer our usual morning cuddles. And I don’t think it’s possible for me to get bored with you.”

He was happy to finally see a smile lit up Andi’s face as he replied, “So, I probably shouldn’t have got you that puppy…”

“What? You know we can’t keep a dog in a hotel!” He started freaking out and thinking what they were going to do with a puppy when he heard his boyfriend’s laugh.

“Relax, I’m joking,” said Andi with a grin. “But you’re adorable when you’re mad.”

The blonde leaned down but Stephan turned his head so the kiss landed on his cheek.

“No, go away. I hate you,” he said trying to sound angry but his smile gave him away.

“You love me.”

“I do,” he admitted and kissed his boyfriend.  

Question: Would you guys read a multi-chaptered story or do you prefer one-shots?

[marsilainen]

music tag (ski jumping edition)

tagged by @deliae thanks <3

rules: choose 10 of your favourite ski jumpers and match each one of them with a song that, in your opinion, best describes/suits him. tracks should be funny, crazy, iconic etc. - it’s up to you! then tag 5 - 10 people.

so idk if it matters if they’re active or retired bc?? ok imma include both hehe

Simon Ammann: Sia - The Greatest    

Andreas Wellinger: Roman Lob - Make You Smile  

Kamil Stoch: Zayde Wolf - King  👑

Severin Freund: Mark Forster - Sowieso  

Andreas Wank: Roman Lob - Call Out the Sun 

Thomas Morgenstern: PUR - Adler sollen fliegen + alternatively bc of the name DJ Ötzi - Ein Stern (der deinen Namen trägt) lol

Toni Nieminen: Johanna Virtanen - Oi, Toni Toni  I mean.. lmao

Bjørn Einar Romøren: Madcon - Glow  this may or may not be bc of a certain video featuring norwegians dancing..

Noriaki Kasai: Sam Tinnesz - Legends Are Made 

Daniel Andre Tande 😏: Imagine Dragons - Thunder  i mean this is just obvious lol

+ a couple of bonus ones just bc the songs were too perfect

Gregor Schlierenzauer: Britney Spears - Womanizer  I MEAN 😂

Adam Malysz and Robert Johansson: TWIN TWIN - Moustache hehe

okay I’m tagging everyone who sees this and wants to do it  😁

[firefly-of-frenstat]

Music Tag - Ski Jumping Edition

I was tagged by @skijumpingsisters - Thank you.

RULES:

You must choose 10 of your favourite Ski Jumpers and match each one of them with a song that, in your opinion, best describes/suits him. Tracks should be funny, crazy, iconic etc. - it’s up to you! Also remember to tag from 5 to 10 people,

Here is my 10 (Warning: I might’ve used irony when I chose the song.):

“Oh No!” by Marina and The Diamonds - Dawid Kubacki

“I Can’t Go On” by Robin Bengtsson - Filip Sakala

“Triumph” by Anja Nissen - Kamil Stoch

“Who Wants to Live Forever?” by Queen - Noriaki Kasai

“Spirit Animal” by Kerli - Vojtĕch Štursa

“Can You See Me?” by Krista Siegfrids - Krzysztof Miętus

“Little Talks” by Of Monsters And Men - František Holík

“Shake It Off” by Taylor Swift - Andreas Wellinger

“Run The Night” by Gigi Rowe - Daniel André Tande

“On Top of the World“ by Imagine Dragons - Viktor Polášek 

I tag: @a-szomszed-lanya, @skijumpingdreamer, @printzess-blog, @shecouldntfly, @whereisyourpippinnow, @prettyinpinkanyways and @grigolicious.

[citadeloftherisingstar]

Music Tag - Ski Jumping Edition

i was tagged by @skijumpingdreamer, thaaank you :))))

RULES: You must choose 10 of your favourite Ski Jumpers and match each one of them with a song that, in your opinion, best describes/suits him. Tracks should be funny, crazy, iconic etc. - it’s up to you! Also remember to tag from 5 to 10 people.

Martin Schmitt -  Heaven Is A Place On Earth by Belinda Carlisle (don't ask LOL) /  Lila Wolken - Marteria, Yasha & Miss Platnum 

Sven Hannawald - Chandelier by Sia / Der Geist ist Willig by Xavier Naidoo 

Kamil Stoch - Hall of Fame The Script (Ft. Will.I.Am) 

Stefan Kraft - Fight Song - Rachel Platten 

Manuel Fettner - Demons - Imagine Dragons 

Kenneth Gangnes -  Drum by MØ

Gregor Schlierenzauer - The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy 

Andreas Wellinger -  Sweet Like Chocolate -  Shanks & Bigfoot 

Dawid Kubacki - What Do You Love - Seeb feat. Jacob Banks

Simon Ammann - New Day Has Come by Celine Dion (i hear that song i see salt lake city ;))

i am not tagging anyone because it’s old, most of you guys already did it :)

[a-szomszed-lanya]

Festival wedding ( Lellinger)

I am very productive today, and this was also made for this drabble challenge, where you still can ask for more ones. @printzess-blog asked for this and sorry my english is still terrible but hope you enjoy this little something.

So the original idea was from Markus Eisenbichler and Andi reminded himself that after the festival he has to kill his friend. They were in a music festival, with Stephan, Richi, Markus and Wanki. And those idiots just found the gay marriage stand and they got totally crazy. Behaved like little girls and Andi was sure next time he don't let them do a "who can drink the most beer" competition. Markus won it but Wellinger wasn't sure how the hell he still lives. So back to the situation now, they were standing there with full of rainbows.

Him and Stephan. Stephan and him. They were best friends God knows since when, but he never ever thought about marry this shy boy. Maybe he felt a bit more for him than he was supposed to, but he felt himself totally friend zoned. And now they were standing here after more than a hour. In this time all boys started to tell why is it totally cool if they just marry each other now and they are mostly anyways like a bad married couple. Stephan said no, but then after a long conversation with Markus he somehow accepted to do this thing.

In fact no one asked Andreas Wellinger, but he was the youngest so he does what they say, it was obvious for the other ones. And Andi didn't mind this. Everywhere there were rainbow and colors and it was really gay and everybody laughed a lot. Even they smiled like idiots and then a half-naked, very handsome guy asked them if they want to marry.

" Ah I know you, you are the handsome Milka boy, you do some sports, ski jumping am I right?"

"Yes and this is my only love, called Stephan Leyhe. ", he winked at the older boy and wafted a kiss to him. He just blushed and whispered a stupid boy.

" And you two want to marry? You fit each other so much, it is so cute", Andi could imagined this guy running around the town and shouting pride things, but he found this cute.

" So guys stay under that rainbow thing and you get rings and you have to answer my questions."

" Sounds easy", said Andi with a fluffy voice to Stephan and hugged him.

"Andreas and Stephan, have you come here to enter into Marriage without coercion, freely and wholeheartedly?"

" Yes, I have.", they said it in the same time and then laughed.

"Are you prepared, as you follow the path of Marriage, to love and honor each other for as long as you both shall live?"

" Yes, we are."

" Now just read the text what on this paper stays and give each other the rings."

"I, Andreas Wellinger, take you, Stephan Leyhe, to be my husband. I promise to be faithful to you, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love you and to honor you all the days of my life."

"I, Stephan Leyhe , take you, Amdreas Wellinger, to be my husband. I promise to be faithful to you, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love you and to honor you all the days of my life. "

It was fun at the beginning but now they were serious and the others weren't also laughing. There was something unexplainable in the air and then the boy asked the thing they both were afraid about.

" Now you can kiss each other".

First Andreas wanted to give a false kiss, but he changed his mind and kissed him softly but normally. Stephans lips tasted like beer but they were very soft and Andi just couldn't let him go, but pulling closer. The seconds they were kissing seemed like hours and the only thing what distracted them were the happy shouting’s from the others. They were married.

" Take care about this handsome boy and have a nice time together", said the gay guy and Stephan nodded.

 They were holding hands at the whole evening and the guys just introduced them to every single person who came to them as the fresh married couple and they even got presents like flower garland and free alcohol. Andreas behaved like a bitchy wife and he wanted Stephan to buy him everything and he always said, no dear, we can't buy this because last month you bought a Ferrari.

They had fun and haven't even recognized they are holding hands all the time and randomly kiss each other in front of other people. It seemed so normally.

At the night Andis favorite band came to play and he asked Stephan to go closer.

" Please my only love, go there, I know you are shy but I love them so much."

" More than me?"

" Of course not, you are the sunshine of my life, Stephan.", he kissed him long and sensitive.

“Why did I marry you?”

“It took a lot of convincing.”

" But I don't mind we did. Maybe I don't kill Markus. But only if you don't broke up with me."

" I would never do this, my love."

They said it funny but after the festival they stayed together.

[skiijumpinng]

Andi literally checked Stephan out and then wiggled his eyebrows i’m living

[trialround]

Stephan Leyhe & Andreas Wellinger

Sapporo 2020

“I got your message.”

I try to count the time difference. Andi sent me a groggy message right after the competition so it must have been early hours for him. It’s late evening here, as we’re waiting for our plane to board so it should be safe to call.

Still, I hesitate.

It could be very weird. It would be easier to speak to him face to face as we rarely speak on the phone. This season has been an exception, but still I feel weird every time I call and can’t see the smile on his face as he talks.

But I miss him, and I need to hear his voice. It’s pathetic, I’m pathetic, and after the message he left me earlier, maybe I really shouldn’t call him, but I need to hear his voice, and he sounds always so happy, when I call, so it’s difficult to reason not to.

He picks up immediately.

“Hey, congratulations! Sorry, I would’ve called but I fell asleep after the competition and when I woke up I was too lazy to count the time difference and I didn’t know your schedule so – sorry. I’m so proud of you, though.” His voice is happy and light, completely normal, and maybe he doesn’t remember the message he sent earlier. Which would be good.

I guess?

”Thanks,” I laugh at his rambling. “And I know, I got your message.”

”Wait, no. I sent a message?” Andi sounds horrified. “What did I say?”

So he doesn’t remember.

“Secrets,” I tease him.

“Oh god,” Andi fells silent, then sputters all at once. “Look, it was half five in the morning and I had stayed up all night, because I thought it would be better than to wake up in the middle of the night and I drank too many Red Bulls, and I was hyperactive all through the competition, and when you came second, I was so happy, but also dead tired, and I crashed. I woke up at seven because the couch was uncomfortable, and I’m so sorry to – I mean, I – oh god.”

“Relax,” I interrupt before he can continue any further, his nervous stutter twisting something in my stomach. “I was only teasing. The voice message was literally you congratulating me, then mumbling something incomprehensible, and I’m pretty sure you fell asleep mid-sentence.”

“Oh,” Andi says. He’s quiet for a while. “That wasn’t very nice of you.”

“Why? You have secrets you are afraid to tell me?” I smile.

“I – yes?”

“Oh.” It’s my turn to be quiet. I stare at Karl who is blinking sleepily in the seat across from me. He’s so tired that he probably doesn’t even realize I’m on the phone, but still, I hesitate to continue the conversation with Andi. Are we really going to talk about this on the phone? I’d rather have this conversation in person, when it’s just the two of us. Still. I can be fine with whatever he needs. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I know,” Andi sighs.

“Only if you want to, though,” I hurry to correct myself. “You’re not like – you’re not obligated to tell me your secrets of course.”

“Of course,” Andi mumbles. “I – maybe – maybe I want to tell you something.”

“Okay?”

“When you come back, though. I – we should meet. Would Tuesday work for you?”

“I might be jetlagged.”

“Oh. Of course.”

“You could come visit if you have time, though. I’m sure I’ll be awake enough,” I suggest. When he answers, I imagine the smile on his face.

We wrap up the call soon after. Karl has nodded off on his seat, and Markus has wandered off to find something to eat. I stare at my phone, thinking for a moment.

Then I play the voice message again. The one he left after the competition. The one I’ve listened to countless times after that.

“Hi, Stephan,” his voice slurs. “Congratulations. I mean. Your first podium of the season. I’m so happy. You look so happy. I love you happy. I love you. That’s right – “ the message gets interrupted by his yawn – “I’m in love with you, you know that? Of course you don’t know. I’ve never told you. I need to tell you that sometime, I think. Maybe when you come back from Sapporo, we can –“ The message cuts off.

I had been hoping, dreaming to hear those words, and there they were: in my voicemail for me to listen to whenever I wanted. And maybe, maybe, someday very soon I get to hear those words when he is standing next to me and not a million miles away.

[trialround]

Allow me this one

Stephan Leyhe/Andreas Wellinger

Wisla 2019

Spending the season apart was never supposed to be our reality.

”If you say you miss me, I’ll hang up the phone right now. It’s been only three days,” is the way Andi greets me when he picks up the phone. He doesn’t give me a chance to reply before continuing himself. “We agreed to be sensible, cold-hearted adults who will treat this as a minor inconvenience. No mushy feelings allowed! Now we are just like any other couple who has to deal with the other half travelling all the time. This is the new reality.”

“Richi snores,” I say because that’s the first thing that comes to my mind other than the fact how much this reality sucks. The reality where I’m sitting in a hotel in Poland, while Andi is at home where he will stay the whole winter while I’m away. It would be mostly fine, had we known this would be our reality, when we started dating, but that hadn’t been the case. We both had known there was the possibility of not competing together but over the years it became a distant nightmare when we established our places in the national team.

Spending the season apart was never supposed to be our reality.

“What? Right now? It’s only past seven.” Andi sounds as tense as I feel. It’s only been a few days, but it’s been harder than I thought. Not having him here has made me realize how much we really lean on each other, on the job and off it.

“Not right now. Now he’s in the shower. Just, you know, I general. He keeps me awake at night.”

“Wear earplugs,” Andi suggests sounding completely unsympathetic. “Or pick another roommate.”

“I can’t just pick whoever I want, that’s not how it works. My roommate is not here so I’m left with whoever wants to take me. So I ended up with Richi. Who snores.” Demanding sympathy from him is useless. It’s easier to leave than to be left behind after all, and I know I shouldn’t really complain about anything. Complaining keeps things light though, and light, easy banter is allowed. Encouraged even. It takes both of our minds away from thinking how much this sucks.

“Let me get this straight: you interrupted my lazy evening because you wanted to complain about Richi’s snoring?” Andi sounds mildly annoyed. It has been a bad day for him, I can tell.

“Well, no. But I’m not allowed to talk about the reason I really called you so I had to come up with something else instead.”

We made rules before I left. We both knew talking about the situation would make us both only miserable. It is what it is, and we have to deal with that. So we banned sadness and pining for each other. There would be no tears on either end, no yearning to be together rather than apart. There would be only the easy banter, light back and forth. We know each other well enough to read between the lines, hear the true feelings behind the banter: those needs and fears that are too big to say out loud.

“Come up with something better then. I’m not interested in hearing about Richi’s sleeping habits.”

“He sleeps naked too,” I huff.

“Are you thinking about ditching me and changing for a fitter model?” There’s a familiar hint of mischief in Andi’s voice.

“What? Eugh, no!”

“Good,” Andi says. “Do not get any ideas while I’m not there to supervise.”

“Oh, yeah, because I’m the one who gets rogue when left untended,” I say drily.

“Well, who knows what you get up to while I’m not around.”

“Wild parties and casual flirting with anyone who comes close enough,” I say immediately.

“I knew it.”

“Dancing on the tables every night, crawling back to bed at five am,” I continue.

“That’s pushing it. You hate dancing.”

“You don’t know what a few vodka shots can do.”

“Oh, alcohol too. You rebel.” His voice sounds lighter already.

“I have unhealthy coping mechanisms.”

“So when you get kicked out of the team because of drinking and partying, it’s my fault?” Andi asks, laughing.

“Of course.”

“I’m hiring someone to keep you in line then. Can’t take the blame for ruining your career. Karl will help, I’m sure,” Andi ponders. He mutters something to himself, I can hear him moving around in our apartment. Imagining him padding to the bedroom, curling up alone in our bed makes something twist in my stomach.

“What about you?” I ask, distracting myself from my thoughts.

“What about me? I don’t need any supervision. I know how to behave.”

“Really?”

“Don’t sound so surprised, it’s offensive,” Andi huffs.

“Any coping mechanisms though?”

The other side of the line is quiet for a while, and I start to think I’ve crossed the invisible line with my question. Maybe it hits too close to home.

“Oh yeah! Chocolate,” comes Andi’s answer though, bright and happy as always, and I know the line is intact.

“Oh no,” I moan.

“Oh yes. I still have connections despite having a new sponsor.” He’s probably wiggling his brows.

“How much weight have you put up when I come home again?” I sigh.

“None. I keep up with my exercises. Even without you here providing an incentive.” He’s definitely wiggling his brows now. “You know, I also sleep naked,” Andi lowers his voice to a husky whisper. “In our bed. And without you here, I got the toys out to keep me company. You know the one we got last year for Valentine’s day – “

“Shut up, you sleep in my pyjamas curled around my pillow,” I interrupt before he gets too graphic.

“I most certainly do not!” He sounds offended.

“Bet you’re wearing my shirt right now. That yellow one that has a hole in the sleeve,” I tease. I know I’m right, when I hear him huff from the other side.

“It was the only one clean,” he says, petulant.

“I did laundry before I left,” I point out, laughing as my words are met with silence. “And I remember folding at least seven of your shirts ready for you to wear.”

“Yeah, well – “ Andi falls silent, and I can practically hear him trying to think a snarky comeback. His silence makes me laugh even more. “Shut up,” comes his order from the other side. He’s clearly annoyed at himself for not thinking anything clever to say back at me. I listen to the silence on the phone for a little while before caving in.

“I’m wearing your hoodie,” I amend softly.

“No mushiness!” he barks immediately, hearing my voice edge towards the danger zone.

“Fine. I’m taking it off then,” I continue.

“Don’t you dare,” he warns, and I smile as I hear the smile on his voice too.

“Make up your mind already.”

“I can be as indecisive as I like!”

“Pretty sure that’s my personality trait, not yours.”

“They say old married couples start to resemble each other.”

“We are neither old nor married,” I laugh at his words.

“Only because you rejected my proposal,” huffs Andi.

“If you still think ‘we should just get married so my sisters would stop nagging about it’ counts as a proper marriage proposal, we need to break up right now.”

“Admittedly not my proudest moment.”

“I’m glad you think so,” I smile to the phone.

“I’ll make it up to you one day,” he promises.

“You better. Nothing too grand though. And definitely nothing public.”

“Yeah yeah, I know.” He does know. We have talked about it before, casually, laughing about it, but deep down we both know it’s not a joke. There’s intention behind every word, a trust that a future together is what we both want.

Andi goes on about listing the things I definitely do not want my proposal to include. I’m happy to note that he seems to remember all my wishes.

As Andi is listing, the bathroom door opens and Richi steps outside zipping up his jeans. He mumbles something to me and gestures towards the phone.

“Richi is out of the shower,” I inform Andi. “And he wants me to tell you I’m a lovesick idiot for missing you after only three days,” I interpret Richi’s gestures.

“Tell him, I agree,” Andi says.

“He says he agrees,” I tell Richi who now fights the shirt over his head and grabs the phone away from me.

“You are probably even worse,” Richi hollers to the phone.”I’ll have you know Stephan has been very well behaved. Frankly I thought he’d be better off without you distracting him all the time, but turns out that might not be the case. But we’re all being very kind with him and we make sure he eats and sleeps enough and doesn’t worry too much,” Richi reports to Andi while patting my head. I try to push his hand aways but he only grins at me. “Anyway, I’m getting dinner now so I’ll be out for an hour or so, so you’re welcome to have all the phone sex you want while I’m away. Bye!”

“There will be no phone sex,” I inform Andi as soon as Richi has gone.

“Oh, don’t worry I didn’t get my hopes up. I know you’re old-fashioned and boring, and having sex via phone is the most repulsive idea ever.”

“True,” I smile.

“Even if your super hot boyfriend is laying naked in the bed, slowly stroking –“

“I’m hanging up.”

“Boring.”

“Yeah, well. Maybe you should ditch me then and find yourself a more adventurous partner.”

“Oi, no insulting my boyfriend! I’m the only one who gets to do that,” Andi interrupts immediately. Maybe it’s for the best. That’s the joke that always falls a bit flat even if I’m trying to be better about it. It’s difficult to shake the old insecurities, the feeling that maybe I am sometimes too boring for Andi.

“I’ll have you know, my boyfriend is plenty adventurous,” Andi continues, and it’s impossible to feel insecure when I hear the pride in his voice. It makes me smile. “Once we had sex in the waxing cabin.”

The smile is quickly gone from my face. “Oh god, don’t remind me.”

“Markus finding the condom we lost is still the most hilarious thing ever,” Andi laughs.

“You mean mortifying,” I correct him.

“Oh come on, it was highly amusing.”

“You have the weirdest sense of humor,” I say as my stomach churns. “Oh.”

“What?”

“I haven’t eaten yet. Richi talking about the dinner made me hungry too, that’s all.”

“Starving to death without me there taking care of you,” Andi gasps dramatically.

“Who’s mushy now?”

“We need to hang up, you need to eat,” Andi says, ignoring my words. “And you better not call me again this weekend or I’ll start to suspect you are breaking our no mushiness rule.”

“Deal.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

“Go have dinner then, love.”

“I will.”

“Okay. I’m going to take the toys out and go to bed. I’ll send you pictures.”

“Please don’t. Markus will find them eventually and be scarred for life.”

“All the more reason,” Andi declares happily.

“You’re horrible.”

“And yet you want to keep me around and never let go.”

“I’m starting to second-guess my decisions.”

“Don’t you dare!”

“I’ll hang up now,” I say, because it would be too easy to let him lure me to forget the dinner and just keep talking to him.

“Fine. Bye.”

“See ya.”

The room is too silent without his voice near my ear. I shake my head, rub my eyes, forcing the growing sadness away, and head to the restaurant to find the team. No mushiness, we promised, so I’ll spend the dinner laughing with the team, talking about jumping and the upcoming season, not thinking about Andi who should be here laughing next to me.

He does send me a picture later in the evening. It’s not with the toys though. It’s him wearing my favorite pair of pyjamas, curled up in our bed, smiling sleepily towards the camera. Attached is the text:

Fine, I lied. Allow me this one. Miss you.