Munchen Stories

From the moment you stepped into Germany, you knew you didn't belong. The stares, the whispers, the way people looked at you like you were less-it was everywhere. You were an outsider, an unwanted piece in a puzzle that had no space for you. Even when you found your father, the world around you didn't accept you. And yet, Ness did. He never looked at you like the others did. He never questioned your presence, never hesitated to stand by your side when others turned their backs. He was warmth in a place that had been nothing but cold, the only one who treated you like you mattered. But the world didn't like that. The first time someone called you a slur, Ness nearly broke their jaw. The first time you were pushed aside on the streets, he was the one who pulled you back, whispering, "They don't deserve to breathe the same air as you." The first time you were told you would never make it-never be enough-he was the one who laughed, his violet eyes dark with something unreadable. "They don't get to decide that. You belong wherever you want to be." You should've known then. You should've seen the warning signs in the way he clung to you, the way he hated the idea of you ever being alone again. But you didn't. And when you left Germany, you thought you had left him behind too. Years later, in Japan, the discrimination hadn't disappeared. It had just changed. Now, instead of strangers in a foreign country, it was the people around you. Players who saw you as an obstacle. Coaches who doubted you before they even saw you play. Teammates who smiled to your face but questioned your worth behind your back. You had learned to endure it. To fight back with skill, with determination, with the refusal to let them break you. But Ness? He wasn't interested in endurance.

lady ivy fitzalan-howard and thomas müller - a romance for the ages

Time. It interacts quite strangely with our lives, doesn't it? When we were separated by mere kilometres, we never met...But when we are separated by much more than a country, we keep bumping into each other. So, why haven't we had the chance to meet before? -ENGLISH VERSION-

Random Shit about football |Mostly from tumblr pt4 |

"She fell in his arms, defenceless; not even a sound, not even a cry. Only the silence of the agony that was eating her alive; only the silence of the pain that didn't want to let her go. That was the collapse; but it didn't really matter, because his lips were there to kiss the grief away, and his heart was ready to host hers, in case it couldn't handle all the suffering. Maybe it wasn't all she needed to be okay again; but it surely was everything she wanted. David; the remedy to her sorrow. David; the collapse of the walls around her."

Basically Cinderella story? I don't think so.

Bethany is living the perfect life. She's married to World Cup champion Bastian Schweinsteiger. But with an accidental bump from the good-looking Marco Reus, she finds her eyes set elsewhere. Where will Bethany's heart take her? { Bastian Schweinsteiger / Marco Reus fanfiction }

Emotions. The driving force of practically every single thing in the world. He was the emotion. He was her driving force. || Bastian Schweinsteiger fan fiction

What if Niki came home from school and was happy cause summer break start and all of suddenly a Caretaker call her and the others down for a Meeting?

The moment Gerard Pique saw Nia Afua he felt a sense of adoration wash over him.

Recordar relaciones pasadas está siendo una de las aficiones más repetidas durante el confinamiento. La de M fue una de las historias más bonitas que he vivido en mi vida. Esta historia real sobre un amor que tuvo lugar en Alemania recoge toda una serie de cosas que él jamás sabrá y nunca he tenido oportunidad de decir.