#german football

[pavardscherie]

Jude’s love language??

i do like to think that with jude it’s also a little mixture. but this time between quality time and physical touch.

just imagine, how busy that man must be. he‘s always playing, always giving interviews and probably one of the most popular players on the entire time. if you see anything dortmund related, jude has to be around to represent the club as well.

so when he has a couple of hours or maybe even a day off, he will use any chance to spend time with you. even if it‘s just the chance to watch an episode of your favourite series, or to invite you on a coffee date in one of those sweet, hidden coffee shops which allowed you a little bit of privacy together.

days off are planned with you, without a doubt. he should be sprawled out on the couch and relax his exhausted muscles but instead, he‘s preparing something very sweet for you. like a home made dinner, or even picks you up from work or university to make sure, he has enough time with you before having to go back to his busy schedule again.

which also happens to be a reason for him to invite you to any game. make sure, you can travel to another town safely, mostly with him. after the game, you‘re the first person he goes to. just asking if he did good because your opinion matters the most to him.

so, any free minutes belongs to you.

also, physical touch. jude's addicted to your smile, and the way your cheeks are blemished by a soft cherry red when his lips place a lingering kiss on your jaw or your shoulder. little pecks all around your body. sometimes underneath the ear, some days just casually on the tip of your nose. jude always found a different place on your skin, his soft, pillow-like lips haven't came in contact yet.

he's such a hugger? he loves to have his arm around your waist, draped over your shoulder when a little alcohol infiltrated his system and made the situation much comfortable than the up-tight interview on the panel. fingertips always caressed over your skin, brushing your hair off your shoulder, drawing along your jaw, pulling your bottom lip away from the gnawing of your teeth because it would drive him insane.

with jude, it's truly the little things that matter the very most. small kisses, a slight touch on your bare back when the dress has a nice cutout, standing behind you to protect you from any incoming damage, placing a chaste kiss on the crown of your hair and whispering sweet little nothings..

[lovelybrandt]

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[sweetjames]

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[emophil81]

[footballdesires]

speaking german, goretzka

pairing: leon goretzka / she, her info: leon's girlfriend wants to learn a couple of german words, but it's easier said than done. a/n: i'm german and idk but i really hate writing in german haha requests are always open!

translations:

“und nächstes mal lernen wir dann eine paar begriffe um mich beim nächsten spiel anzufeuern.” (and next time, we will learn a couple of words for you to cheer for me at my next game.)

"ich liebe dich." (i love you.) "schönen guten tag." (a very nice form of hello, or good day)

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leon ran his long fingers through the mess of brown curls, scraping the over the scalp to calm down the frustration. for merely three hours, he sat in the same spot in one of munich’s many starbucks, with a dictionary on the small table in front of him. on the opposite side sat his girlfriend, the woman he met while being on vacation in portugal, and bringing her straight to germany with him. 

even after she decided to leave the life behind in her home country and lived with leon for more than half a year, she still had trouble to pronounce the easiest words in his mother tongue. cursing in portuguese, and holding a conversation in english were the ways out of embarrassment. but she faced trouble when one didn’t understand any other language than german. 

“it’s not that hard.” leon commented, when her gaze drifted over the words written down on the sheet of paper in front of her. she could have visited a state-certified translator and ask for help to become a master in speaking german. instead, leon sacrificed his free minutes between standing on the pitch to receive three points and exhausting training session to stay physically fit, to teach her a couple of sentences. 

“that’s what i say about my mother tongue, and you still cursed while learning the first word.” she looked up, through the thick black lashes that framed the fiery, almond-shaped eyes. one thing, leon goretzka loved most about the portuguese was the fact that whenever he opened his mouth to sarcastically comment on a situation, she already had a comeback prepared. 

shaking the head from left to right, a chuckle rolled off the tongue as he placed the elbows on the circular, wooden table between them. leaning further forward, the long fingers grabbed the small package of sugar, ripping it open quickly and pouring the white, small crystals into the freshly brewed cup of coffee in front of the female. after spending the hours of the day together, and cuddled up throughout the nights, the football player learned and remembered the smallest things about the female. for example, how she loved her coffee. 

“tschönen guhten tage.” she quietly repeated for the millionth time this day, almost throwing herself back against the comfortable, black lounger when she realized how different it sounded from the times leon spoke the three words. she crossed the arms over the chest, with the shoulders slumped. the material of the table and the small crystals of sugar which landed beside the plate underneath the cup captured the attention of the portuguese. 

her mind flashed through disparate images, the rolling, brown eyes of the male opposite of the table, wanting to run away from the scene or the closing lids as he slowly started to drift away into a slumber. leon tried his best to hide the constant exhaustion, but she stared straight through the unfazed masquerade.

“let’s try something else.” calloused fingertips tapped against the structure of the wooden table, desiring to receive the undivided attention of the female on him. tilting the head upwards, the bottom lip was pushed forward and the corners of the mouth dropped in a frown. she was disappointed in herself. “ich liebe dich, is the exact translation of i love you. it doesn’t matter how long you pull the letters or if you throw in another. in the end, it should sound the exact same.”

beaming with new-found confidence, she nodded the head repeatedly. “can you say it again, slowly?” the corners of the mouth lifted in a smile, and leon’s mouth mirrored the action. three words caused the female to forget about the frustration. “ich. liebe. dich.” he punctuated the words, slowly pulling the letters longer than needed to assure the precise communication between them. 

“isch liebe disch.” she repeated the syllables, clapping the hands together when she realized that the sentence sounded close to what leon taught her. “that wasn’t too hard.” she admitted with a wide smile. taking the silver spoon between the delicate fingers, she stirred the coffee and placed it back on the small plate underneath the cup. looking up from the brown liquid, she raised the eyebrows when the wide smile on leon’s bearded face caught her attention.

“right.” he agreed with her, folding the fleshy fingers in front of his face, and placing the chin on the digits. “und nächstes mal lernen wir dann eine paar begriffe um mich beim nächsten spiel anzufeuern.” the german words floated out of his mouth as if he spilled the hot coffee straight on the table. eyes widened, and eyebrows arched highly, she opened the mouth to answer but didn’t understand a word.

the expression on her face, and the mouth ajar, caused leon to chuckle into the intertwined fingers.

“what?”

[fitfootballers]

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[2headedboi]

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[welllllllllllllllllll]

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[thatgryffindor]

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[athletic-aditya-vyas]

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[tuchelovebot]

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[pavardscherie]

Jude Bellingham 🧡

the thick charcoal clouds spread across the afternoon sky, covering the golden sun like blankets. heavy raindrops splashed on the pavements and streets, the day that was planned so creatively was destroyed by the change of weather.

bottom lip pushed out, pouting as your attentive gaze watched how the rain hit the windows. jude wanted to take you out on one of his days off. enough free time was never between the busy schedule of matches and training sessions, even meet and greets or little events to present the club further. as one of the most popular players on the team, jude had to be present and satisfy the fans.

but the typical autumn weather at the beginning of summer spread a tad of sadness through your body. you waited for those days patiently, and when it was ruined, it shattered the little, beating heart inside of your chest.

the loud ringing of the doorbell made you flinch in surprise, eyebrows furrowed in confusion about the appearance of a sudden guest. no one announced their visit, no one would leave their home if the heavy rain soaked them in only a couple of minutes. it was impossible.

the doorbell rang again as you didn’t open the door in a matter of seconds. the person waiting, was probably completely drenched by now. hurrying over to the front door, you pulled it open quickly. pupils grew in seconds, the eyes widened as surprise twisted your gentle features.

a black jacket with sunflower yellow highlights draped over the head to avoid losing sight in the heavy rain, a bouquet of red roses in his other hand, jude stood on your doorstep. shuffling from left to right, the spare key he usually carried with him, forgotten while waiting impatiently. eyebrows still raised, stunned by his sudden appearance after canceling the little road trip with a picnic following afterwards when finding a cute and private spot somewhere.

“you won’t ask me to come in?” jude chuckled lightly, making his way inside the comforts of the small house without being asked to. after all, he almost lived at yours after realizing the supporters crowded the entrance to his. the relationship wasn’t a secret, but he still tried his best to keep you out of the publicity as much as possible until a sudden event came around, and you were attached to his arm in a beautiful long gown.

“what- what are you doing here? it’s raining outside.” you pointed out of the door, watching how the heavy drops splattered on the streets. “not like i didn’t notice.” jude pulled the drenched jacket off his head, the wetness glistened on the water-resistent fabric as he held it towards you.

“but i mean, you cancelled.” hands gestured wildly through the air, trying to explain the confusion in the pit of your stomach. jude couldn’t hide how his lips curled in amusement, a smile visible as he watched the awkwardness unfold. “babe, calm down.”

he walked forward, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder and squeezing it softly. “a little bit of water won’t stop me from spending my day off with you. we might not be able to go on a road trip but we still have enough time for pizza and movie night.” his arm slipped around your neck, pulling your chest closer to his wet one with a warm smile.

the jacket might have prevented the beautiful, black curls from being completely drenched, but his clothes did not have as much luck as them. “i really thought i wouldn’t see you today.”

“please,” jude chuckled so light-hearted, it immediately made you smile. a sound, you loved to hear, you hoped to listen to each day. “i would have died without being with you.”

the words were enough to increase the heavy pounding of your heart against your rib cage. a smile plastered on your face, you stood on your tip toes to press a sweet, and short kiss to his pillow-like lips. “i love you, you charmer.”

“i love you too, princess.” he muttered, pulling your head closer once again to capture your mouth with his once again, for a longer reunion kiss.

[lovelybrandt]

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[sweetjames]

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[emophil81]

[footballdesires]

unknown reasons, goretzka

pairing: leon goretzka & she,her info: germany has been eliminated from the world cup, and one player of the national team can't understand the reasons. a/n: god, i hate to write this man when he cries, breaks my heart. requests are always open! just ask for a football player & we can work on it!

the plane landed last night in munich, allowing half of the players to exit until it brought the rest to another airport closer to their hometown. the german national team has been eliminated from the world cup in qatar two days ago. 

9am in the morning, they should have been in the kitchen by now, enjoying a calm breakfast and conversations about the plans for the winter break. instead, she stepped out of the warm shower minutes ago and pulled on a pair of comfortable shorts with one of leon’s shirts thrown over the naked chest. 

damp strands tied together to a messy bun on the back of the head, she exited the bathroom which was connected to their shared bedroom. the expectations of a mildly dressed boyfriend with a welcoming smile on his lips were crushed when leon‘s naked back faced her. cuddled into the dark duvets, the male didn’t move a muscle when the footsteps approached him. 

„babe.“ she exclaimed, questioning if he was awake or asleep again. the past weeks have been exhausting, a stressful hell to prepare for the world cup, and he deserved the long hours in bed after what happened. a quiet groan slipped through leon‘s lips, attempting to keep most of the sounds inside. 

the frustration about the early elimination overshadowed the exhaustion, he precisely despised the fact that the german national team had to leave the contest in the group phase. a disaster. a sigh about the unchanging condition of her boyfriend escaped the parted lips. „do you want breakfast in bed? coffee?“ the question was sincere, she didn’t want to force the male into doing the things that he wasn’t satisfied with. 

but leon didn’t answer, pressing the soft cotton pillow further into his wet face to hide from the world. it wasn’t her fault, he knew that; which was one of the many reasons why he kept the conversation short. nodding to herself, she left the shared bedroom to brew herself a coffee in the kitchen before snuggling into the comforts of the bed sheets again. 

when the door fell into the frame, leon slowly turned on the back to inhale a deep breath. forcing the lids open, he blinked repeatedly to adjust to the sudden brightness, shining through the blinds on the window. sweaty hands wiped over the tired face, staring at the white ceiling of the bedroom. 

the loss wasn’t her fault, she didn’t do anything wrong and it wouldn’t be fair to shout at her for feeling completely frustrated and devastated about the elimination. while leon had a hard time to form a sentence about his struggling self, she always attempted to cheer him up. even when he declined the conversation, she stayed by his side and enjoyed the comfortable silence. 

still, leon couldn’t find the words to explain the mixture of negative emotions lingering in the pit of his stomach. he hasn’t sleep well, the past two nights were filled with thoughts about what went wrong in those two weeks. excited to play for germany against the entire world, leon expected to reach much more than just the group phase. 

„fuck.“ the male muttered as the thoughts triggered the sadness once again. tears started to form in the corner of his eyes, unsatisfied about the games and the way he played. pressing the back of his hands against the closed lids, he wanted to avoid the chance that she would witness how miserable he truly felt. for multiple times, leon reassured the female that it’s alright, that there will be more chances to win such an important prize in the future. 

but that was only the beginning of the rope of lies. 

the world watched their mistakes, the failure after empty promises about being better than the last times. 2014, the wonder that the country wanted to see again to support the team. unfortunately, disappointment was written over their expressions after another miserable group phase. they tried, but they didn’t try enough. 

rubbing repeatedly over the eyes, leon wanted to wipe the memories away but the tears started to dwell again. the frustration came in waves, some stronger, some very weak but he couldn’t contain the disappointment in himself. he could have done more, he knew that from the very beginning. it should have been an easy win against japan. 

„are you crying?“ the gentle voice of his girlfriend echoed quietly through the bedroom, announcing her return. exhaling a deep breath, the tightened chest caused a piercing pain while attempting to calm himself down. calloused fingers slid over the forehead and through messy curls of hazelnut hair, and leon, for the first time since he moved out of his tight embrace, tilted the head to the side to glance at his worried girlfriend. 

two mugs with warm coffee, one in each hand, she stood in the middle of the room with widened eyes. throughout their relationship, she has seen many sides of leon, but not once has he cried in front of her. maybe a frown, or the furrowed brows but the eyes stayed dry. „no.“ leon tried to deny the truth, turning away from the lingering gaze of his girlfriend as he didn’t want to witness how the concern increased in the pit of her stomach. 

without speaking another word to the football player, she walked around the bed and placed the hot mugs on the nightstand. climbing onto the duvets, she kneeled next to leon’s position who constantly tried to hide his face in the pillow. she sighed, and denied herself to ask more questions. 

seating more comfortably, she crawled towards the headboard and leaned the clothed back against it. legs outstretched and crossed, she grabbed a mug from the nightstand and carefully took a sip of the hot liquid. “this is so fucking stupid.” the words were mumbled into the pillow, and she only understood the curse syllables of the sentence. arching a single brow at the man beside her, she waited for him to repeat the words when he wanted to. 

slowly he tilted the head to the side to reveal the flustered cheeks and the reddened eyes to the woman he loved. “it’s fucking stupid.” he attempted to speak but over the events of the two weeks and the constant shouts of anger or frustration, the male’s already low voice started to crack. 

she understood immediately what he meant, she didn’t need to ask and stayed quiet. just watching his movements but the reddened eyes stood out. “we’ve practiced so long, so hard. i don’t know how it’s fucking possible. this feels like a bad dream, a nightmare.” while leon ranted quietly and started to let the emotions flow out with the syllables, the tears stood in the corners of his eyes again. 

this time, he didn’t turn the head away from his girlfriend. she saw all the hidden sides of him, she deserves to see this as well. “it was impossible to lose, and still we did. i don’t understand it, i don’t want to believe that the journey is over. we’re home, instead of still playing. it’s killing me.” 

small drops of tears started to roll down the red-tinted cheeks of the football player, and she felt her heart crumble. seeing him in the eclipsed state, with the tears streaming down his face was a sight, she wanted to avoid and still, she couldn’t. the frustration, the denial and the exhaustion mixed together to a negative bowl of emotions and wanted to be let out. 

placing the warm cup on the nightstand again, she laid down beside leon and carefully placed a hand on his heartened cheek. the soft tip of the thumb caressed over his skin, wiping away the droplets of water that stained his face. “how could that happen?” leon questioned the female laying next to him, trying to find a simple answer to the four words that occupied the space in his mind. she just shook the head, not wanting to speak the wrong words and worsen the situation. 

“i don’t want to leave the bed, just don’t want to see the world and listen further to the ignorant comments of the so-called experts.” leon’s frustration was shown in many disparate forms that morning, but one thing was precisely the right decision. she would stay in bed with him until he felt better to move the exhausted muscles and face the world again. 

“i’ll cancel our flight, we can stay in bed until you decide against it.” 

and even though leon only answered with several nods, he was thankful that she wasn’t pressing him further into talking.