#Danke Andy!

[morgansmornings]

[ reassure ] – for the sender’s muse to place their hand over the receiver’s in a moment of stress and squeeze reassuringly.

This Meme: Accepting @tarnishedhalo

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Slow, deep breaths.

She could do this.

It was a simple thing to anyone else. She could play nice when asked.

It should be just another night. Another dinner that she was invited to. One that would have been a blast for anyone else. There were few that could say that they had been to a dinner held by Pearson-Specter-Litt. Even few who could say that they knew each of the naked partners beyond the fact that they represented the companies in a legal sense. That Louis was in fact richer than Harvey. That Jessica was thinking of an expansion into Chicago for the firm. That Donna was bringing Ally along instead of having a babysitter come over. That Rachel was still going stir crazy over wedding planning while trying to do her job.

But Jayden and Andy could.

Even better was that Andy was the perfect buffer between her and the bane of her existence.

There was a lot Jayden could ignore. Grew up having Harvey as a father did give her a leg up in managing people and manipulating them to get what she wanted. It worked in her adult life, though not so much as when she was a child. But now? Now it is the only way she can keep from bull rushing the young man and her dream of pushing him straight through the clear window behind him. To let him fall to his death and call a clean up crew later.

That calm forceful mentality and Andy’s hand, reaching her own and squeezing. A reminder that she was not here alone. That she was going to make it to the end of dessert and not arrested for murder.

“He ain’t worth it.” Andy spoke into the glass of whiskey that Harvey had passed out.

“No her isn’t, but it is tempting.” Jayden said, pretending to press her face into his shoulder. A ruse to throw off the fact that they had been whispering less pleasant thing that would cause a new argument to erupt.

Slow, deep breaths.

She could get through this.

[casualfoxwitch]

[dudja]

You waking up to your bestfriend telling you about his weird dreams: #comedy #funny #dreams #hotrod

[spiltymilkyartyblogy]

That one steven meme redraw thats been going around

[jewishchicken]

27 is soooo saturday

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i honestly dont know how to tag without sounding cringe anymore so im doing ones from like 2017

[gamergal-ds]

When you sick of waiting for high and consistent quality rips of the OST to hit youtube so you just buy all the songs and pull up the game to do your homework

[thegirlinthecher]

[shutupheathersorryheatherr]

"Bakery ownerKai! Smutty hcs:"

✰---Summary: you pass this new bakery so often. and from what you can tell from just through the windows, it's full of cheer and life. whoever uses it makes the most of the small space. their personality really shines through in the decorations and the desserts looked good and well... you couldn't deny that the baker with the apron and the broad shoulders looked good in there as well. so you decide to stop in. but this is only the beginning: now he smiles when he thinks of you and your cute interaction together, hoping you'd come back and then soon enough... you do.

✰--- approx: 20 min read

✰---A/n: idk if these are considered hcs anymore lol here's a fic to hopefully tide over y'all while I finish up on that much much longer one for Vernon. may or may not turn this into a full fic OR just another hc post. probably the second because of the Vernon fic coming out perhaps in two chapters. andI feel as if this would just be better in "hc " format. (Maybe some header images coming soon idk) trying to make my fics prettier do y'all like the life stars?

✰---warningz/info: cursing I think, lots of talk of eating and desserts, smutty, Kai jerks off, I have a little brake telling you where the NSFW starts, reader has boobs but otherwise is gn I think. and that’s about it.

~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper.” This is in no way is mean to be taken as an actual and real representation of anyone.~

if you don’t have an age indicator saying you’re not a minor in your blog then I will be blocking you! So minors dni!!

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Bakery owner!Kai who whips his head around spilling chocolate on the floor when he hears your voice for the first time. He has just opened the shop, it was a hole in the wall and cutesy— plushies and Pokémon character figurines on the shelves, stuff like that. You saw it then you saw him. With his powdered sugar dusted apron from the doughnuts this morning. And in this moment he realizes how very, extremely, dank he looks right now. His eye bags are dragging down his face like circles of hell, he hadnt had time to do much anything about it this morning. His hair isn’t really done. He had slept through his first alarm (something he hasn’t done is forever) and had to get here, to make the stupid doughnuts early because well, he’s the only worker here. Ugh why did I have to conserve on money this way? He thought to himself. The bowl clatters with a reverberating and embarrassing clang. He cringes, quickly going to pick it up as you greet him so so so cutely he thinks his heart will explode.

Bakery owner!Kai who’s blush on his cheeks looks so adorable to you you have half a mind to tell him. You’d Been passing this shop for days but you’d finally gotten a chance to go in this morning. He’d never know, but you’d looked into your phones selfie camera to fix your appearance one last time before going in after taking a deep breath. And you smile at the way he endearingly shares the story of how he got the shop with you.

Bakery owner!Kai who somehow feels so comfortable with you quickly when you ask about the weird names for all his desserts. He says it’s a long story and you tell him you’ve got all the time in the world for it. And he smiles wide and your knees go weak. And then because of the air of the shop you carried in with you when you set foot into the place or vibe you give off he doesn’t know but he just blabbers on and on about why he named the desserts what he did

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Bakery owner!Kai who hopes and prays that you’ll be back. and that night he can’t get you out of his head. oh no.... he really can't. and he almost feels bad when the thought of you and your sweet as sugar smile is being tossed around in his mind, making his stomach do flips as his weeping cock is dripping onto his fist. and he just can't.... stop. not that he wants to. hes pretty sure your imagine is burned in his mind till the day he dies... ok, maybe a little over exaggerated but you get the point. but now he can't think. his mind his clouded with how he should've invested in more business cards. so he could've given you one and maybe suavely told you to call him if you ever had a sugar emergency

ok... that was a little cheesy so maybe not. but who the hell knows, maybe you'd like it?! he'd gone over that small interaction you two had that day-- wondering, even though it was all a blur, how he made you feel; comfortable? at ease? oh, he hopes so. even the way he handed the box to you, with a free pastry in there as well, of course, tied with his best, perkiest ribbon all neatly. he wanted to make sure it was perfect for you. even if he never saw you again, even if you both forgot in a weeks time. he wanted to make a good impression while he had the chance.

he even worried about how the pastry tasted. though, he was confident in his skills with his passion he couldn't help but think about it all the rest of that day. which... when he though about it... seemed lonely without you in his shop. was it a good texture? flavors balanced enough? not the slightest hint of staleness? he made sure to grab one from the back of the display counter to make sure.

"you must really wanna see them again?" his friend joked "youre in looooveeee"

Bakery ownerKai! who, when he says that, rolls his eyes at Beomgyu, the friend with powdered sugar caked on his face thicker than he could grow his own beard to be. who was sitting at his table, getting crumbs all over it with the weird way he was sitting.... with his feet... all over the booth. Not even with shoes on! just bare feet. which kai honestly didnt mind much. he lets his friends eat here when hes closing up and nobody's around all the time. they'll usually clean out the couple things here and there that didnt sell and would've been thrown away anyways.

so when he drops his broomstick, almost shrieking, whisper yelling at Beomgyu to get his feet off the furniture, his friend at question is a little bit confused but does it anyway.

Baker ownerKai! who's nonchalant and laughing at his friends comment shaking his head and thinking to himself: no no, thats not true. pfff this guy is outta his mind! that was... until he saw you walk in again. "hello! I know you're closing in like--" you check your phone, "five minutes. but would you mind? that dessert I got a bit back was so good I had to literally run here from work to get the same one." he nods, smiling. and Beomgyu sits up straight in his seat at the way you two are just sitting there.... looking at each other for just a little too long. Kai swiftly drops down to pick up the broom he had dropped before leading you to the counter.

"sorry about that. I was just setting up traps for any burglars, but I trust you'll pay right?" he chuckles and you laugh along with him. "if I didnt pay then id never be able to have any more of this delicious delicacy, am I right?" you joke back. he nodes and keeps up his very much not customer service smile and gets you the dessert he remembers giving you in a box. "aw thank you!" he places the tongs down into the sink "thats really sweet of you! was it that good?" he turns back around to face you, closing up the box and you can't help but stare at the way his hands flex when his nimble fingers are pushing that box closed.

you realize youre taking too long to respond, "no seriously, it was!" you lean excitedly on the counter, bouncing on your heels. "and thats why I had to come back for more., and why I need to pay and leave a generous tip" you chuckle, already counting out the cash for the little doughnut shaped tip jar. "or maybe I could just give it to you for free!" his back is turned, snipping a stand of that pretty expensive ribbon he used especially for yours last time and made sure to move towards the front of the ribbon rack in case you came back so that he'd reach it easily.

"wait? what? no! youre joking right?" he spins back around to you, smirk on his face. "not in the slightest." he chirps. then hands you the box. you stuff your tip in the jar. "no seriously! please, take the money." you weren't worried that he now might think you owe him, he seemed to nice for that. "and im serious too. its like one pastry. you'd be taking it off my hands and doing be a favor actually if you'd like to think of it that way that is. not that is isn't fresh." he shrugged. hes leaning in over the counter a little bit, apron bumping the iPad customers would use to pay. you open your mouth to say something but he stops you "you already tipped me! even if you didnt just take it. my treat."

you didnt know it but in his mind he was already dreaming of having one ready every week for when you came in. maybe a sticky note with his number one day too? "wow thanks so much! thats so sweet of you!" you hold the box closer to you and look down at it.

you also didnt know it, but hes his half hard cock is now pressed up against the cabinet under the counter. and hes trying not to imagine you with powered sugar on your nose... not a very sexual sight in itself he guesses, but something cute none the less and that won't do his situation any good. hes also trying not to think of you licking your fingers after the delicious dessert, or the way youre leaned over the counter even more now, giving him a perfect vantage point of your plush boobs that after accidentally seeing a peak of once he wants to never do so again.

hes mature, or at least needs to be about this. not that he doesn't want to. cause god he really wants to take a sneak peak down. who wouldn't? youre sweet and gorgeous, and funny! but he wants you to know who he really is. so thats why hes currently focusing really hard on your eyebrow and trying so damn hard not to even glance down in that general direction. even if he was doing something entirely different than peaking.... cause thats what gentleman does.

"wait how'd you know my order?"

and now hes back on earth. he scratches the back of his neck. "I uh" "were you hoping id be back?" you smile, obviously meaning it' as a joke. but he just smiles back "bakers memory," he taps his brain, "there a lot up here ya know. gotta remembers recipes and stuff" he takes it as a win cause it was a good distraction. you take it as a win cause he kinda just called you important... right?

you dont pay and see yourself out. as youre opening the door you sniff the box "ugh smells so good! can't wait. thanks again!" and just like that youre gone

Bakery ownerKai! who's friend who is usually such a yapper, is at a loss for words for a second after you leave until he simply says: "I get the feeling you'll be seeing them a lot"

~end~

I’m gonna do a part two/ make this into a full on fic eventually. Just wanted something to post until I finish the bigger fic I’m working on. If you liked it please leave some love like comments or a reblog!

Thanks for reading <3

Taglist: @bamtorin

[herzblau]

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Dalia: Lauf nur, ich bekomm dich sowieso! Andy 'schnauft angestrengt' : Warte! Was .. was soll das Dalia? Lass mich in Ruhe! Dalia 'lächelte finster': Den Gefallen kann ich dir nicht tun, Andy. Andy: Was? Ich hab dir nichts getan! Lass mich gehen! Andy: Was passiert hier?! Hör auf! Dalia: Keine Sorge, es tut nicht weh, ich brauche nur etwas von dir. Danach lass ich dich in Ruhe. Andy: Nein! Ahh! Dalia: Endlich! Dank dir bekomme ich nun was mir zusteht. Du kannst dich geehrt fühlen, denn du bist nun ein Teil meiner Macht. Hahaha ... Schritte werden langsamer. Börn: Ehrlich, du hättest nicht mitkommen m��ssen. Ich kann das mittlerweile allein. Und wer ist der Tote? Osiris 'steht unter Schock' : Andy ... Börn: Andy? Was redest du da? Osiris, sag mir, wer die Leiche ist. Ich hab keine Lust auf Spielchen, ich bin hier, um meine Arbeit zu erledigen. Osiris: Börn, ich spiele nicht. Es ist Andy. Börn steht unter Schock. Osiris 'flüstert' : Sie hat ihn geholt. Liebliches Vogelgezwitscher ist zu hören. Ein sanfter, warmer Wind paart sich mit dem leisen Plätschern von Wasser. Joel: Hallo Andy, na hast du gut geschlafen? Wie fühlst du dich? Andy: Wo bin ich?

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[dudja]

The Flash is really mad at Andy #comedy #theflash #funny #DCU #lol #dceu #DC #DCcomics #EzraMiller

[258punkweight]

Is this the worst timeline? Are you a wolfaboo? An unbased turbovirgin twidiot westoid, perhaps? Maybe even an SJW triggered tumblrina vro fluent in Yapanese? Are you a dank topkek tradlarp theorycel? Perchance you slid into the dms of the soyjak aislop orange man bad refucklican? Did they hit the pentagon? Did the thicc thirsttrap they/them spoopy schizoposter romaboo ghost you on read? Was the rentoid roseboy your Roman Empire, sister in christ? You thought you were the react Andy to the unspoken skibidi rizz greypilled Mr. Beast clone? Was the Groyper Truecel Troll going your 13th reason why? You had enough ropefuel from your zoosexual PDF File unaliver f3t1sh1st vro getting called out and doxxed by the Sharty?

new copypasta just dropped

[oldieliebe]

Coole Jungs aus Bayern … Buggybayern 📸

Heute mal ein riesen Lob an meine(n) Hallenkollegen vom Oldtimer-Stadl, der mich immer wieder inspiriert zu Ausfahrten und Fotospots, danke Dir Andi & Familie von Buggybayern.

Unsere Freundschaft ist nun auch schon viele Jahre gewachsen und stetig eine Freude 💚💚💚

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

Had an idea for a image for the nanny where Andy gets sick with a fever and becomes a big baby 🥺❤️✨

I'm so sorry it took so long to answer this. I saw the annon and tried to write it but I had so much work to do. And then when I finally had the time I was blocked and had no idea what to write! But I finally have it, I hope you like it. Trust me I did my best!

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

BABY ANDY

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: After Lily got sick, Jake followed and of course it was only a matter of time the head of the family was sick too.

Warnings: None, I think.

A/N: English is not my first language and I was tired when I wrote this, so I’m sorry for any mistake this may have. Enjoy!

Word count: 1612

Disclaimer: I do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, used, translated nor reposted anywhere else but here on this blog. Do not steal what you didn’t work for. Minors and ageless blank blogs don’t interact with me or my works. Reblogs and likes are always welcome. Thank you for reading this work of fiction.

GIF'S NOT MINE, you can find the credits underneath it. If you are wondering why the gif is a bear, it's cuz Andy is one hehehehe.

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After Lily got better, Jake got a cold. Contrary to her sister, Jake didn’t have a fever, but he had a stuffy nose and his eyes were watery. The little boy had to stay home a couple of days to rest, but after that he went back to school brand as new. Annie knew it was the weather, it was the beginning of December after all, the wind was colder and of course it carried diseases.

Everything was fine for a couple of days until Andy woke up one morning with a sore throat. He didn’t think too much of it and he didn’t mention anything to Annie. He had his usual morning routine, drank his coffee and went to work. But as hours passed he felt more and more sick. His head was pounding, he began to cough and he had a runny nose.

“Mr. Barber?” Meghan, his assistant, knocked softly at the door as she opened it, she had been calling him for a while without getting a response from him. She found Andy drifting off in the middle of the day. “Andy.”

“What?” He lifted his head and Meghan saw his eyes and nose were red and his lips were completely dry.

“My god, go home.”

“I’m fined.” He sorted the files he had on the desk.

“No, you’re not. If Lynn sees you she will send you home. You know how she is when someone is sick.”

“I’m not sick!”

“Really? Then what are those?” Meghan saw the many tissues he had on the desk. “Go home, or I’ll call your wife.”

Andy stared at her not really believing she will do such thing, but Meghan was not joking, and when she saw Andy didn’t move, she went to grab the office phone.

“Fined! I’ll go! But I’m not sick!”

“This is the second time you said “fined” with a very mark D at the end.”

“I don’t like you right now.” Andy said as he stood up and grabbed his things.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’ll tell Lynn you went home.”

“Danks,” he said, noticing the way he pronounced the word. “Fuck!”

Andy was always very careful so he barely got sick, in fact he hated when he got sick. Andy came back home, his headache was worse than when he left the office and he felt extremely hot.

“Honeyd… this is fucking ridiculous. Babe!” His head and the back of one of his eyes pounded when he screamed his wife’s name.

“Andy?” Annie came out of the kitchen carrying a laundry basket, “My god, you look awful!”

“I love you too.” He said as he walked to the couch and let himself fall on to it.

“What happened?” Annie left the basket on the coffee table.

“Meghan send me home cuz apparently I’m sick.”

“Well you look like crap and your cheeks are flushed, so yeah you must be sick. Let me…” Annie put her hand on her forehead, “You are burning. Go to bed. I’ll be there in a moment.”

“I’m fined!” He rolled his eyes, “Fucking cold…”

“Go to bed and don’t get near Lily!”

“What? That’s abuse!” Annie looked at him with a severe stare and Andy only nodded and went to their room.

By the time Annie walked into the room, Andy was already under the covers and she could only see his hair. She put the glass of water, pills and syrup on the bed side table.

“Andy?” His eyes were closed, “Andy, baby. I need you to sit down so you can take the medicine.”

Andy groaned and sat down, “Ow,ow,ow,ow!”

“What is it?”

“It hurts when I moved.”

“Where?”

“Just…” Andy pointed to his nose and forehead, “all over.”

“Does it hurt here?” Annie put her finger in the small part between his nose and his eye and put pressure.

“OW!!!! Stop that!”

“Don’t be a baby, a barely touch you!”

“Don’t yell! Ow! Fuck.”

“Alright, take these two.” Annie handed him two pills and the glass of water. She saw how Andy chugged them, “And now open wide.”

“For what?”

“The syrup.”

“Na-ah.”

“Open.”

“I don’t want to.” He covered himself with the comforter and whined just like Jake did when he was about to throw a tantrum,

“If you don’t open your mouth I will get a funnel from the kitchen and I’ll stick it in your mouth.” Andy kicked his legs and Annie waited until he finally opened his mouth, she stuck the spoon in his mouth.

“That’s gross.” Andy gagged, “that’s… oh god!”

Andy jumped out of the bed and ran to the bathroom; he kneel in front of the toilet and threw up.

“Are you serious?” Annie said not believing this grown ass man threw up because of a cough syrup. She kneeled next to Andy and rubbed his back. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“Shut up.” He spit onto the toilet. “I hate those things.” He gagged again when he tasted the flavor on his tongue.

“You’ll have to take the pills again.” Annie said in a soft tone and Andy nodded, “Let’s get you back to bed.”

Once in the bed, Andy took another two pills and Annie helped him to arrange the pillows so he could be almost sited on the bed so he could breathe better. Annie kissed his temple when she heard Lily on the monitor.

“Try to rest. I’ll be back later.” But Andy grabbed her wrist.

“Where you going?”

“Lily is waking up, and I need to finish some things before I leave to pick up Jake.”

“What?”

“What?”

“No, you can’t leave. You can’t leave me alone.”

“Why?”

“What if I die?”

“hehehe I don’t think you’re gonna die.”

“I feel like I’m dying.”

“Andy it’s just a common cold.” She kissed his temple again, “I’ll be in the room next door. If you need anything, just scream.”

“My head hurts when I yell.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

Annie went to the bathroom to wash her hands before going to Lily’s room who was now fully awake kicking her chubby legs in the air.

“Hello, princess.” She said as she lifted Lily up, “Guess what?” She kissed her chubby cheek, “Your daddy is sick. So we must be quiet so he can slee…”

Her monologue was interrupted by the sound of some sort of bell.  

“What the hell?” Annie said and turned to see Lily, “Sorry.” The sound filled her ears again, it came from their bedroom. She walked there holding Lily and saw Andy under the covers, with his arm lifted holding his phone.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Andy uncovered his head and looked at his wife.

“It worked.” He sniffed, “I need you.”

“How does your phone make that sound?”

“It’s an app.”

“You should be sleeping, not searching for app of bells.”

“Pleeeeease.”

“No.”

Andy moved her phone and the bell began to sound again this time louder and Lily did not like the sound at all. Her face scrunched and a loud scream came out of her mouth.

“Nice job, Andy.” Annie began to bounce Lily, “Shhhh, let’s get out of here.” She took Lily to her nursery until she calm down, put the pacifier on her mouth and left her alone to come back to Andy.

“She is calm now.” Annie said as she walked into the room, “I can’t believe you search for an app with a bell sound, I am not your maid! I have things to do and you are acting like a fucking child!”

When she turned she was met with Andy’s watery eyes, who sniff before tears ran down his cheeks, “Oh god! Andy I’m sorry.” She climbed on her side of the bed. Andy was fully crying, “Don’t cry.”

“You hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Yes,” He sniffed once more, “you do.” He cleaned his nose with the back of his hand, “I’m dying and you don’t care.”

“Oh my god.” Annie rolled her eyes, “I don’t hate you, and you’re not dying. You need to sleep. I’m sure that you’ll feel a lot better when you wake up.”

“If I sleep you’re gonna leave.”

“uh, yes cuz’ a have things to do.”

“See!”

“Ok, alright.” She pinched the bridge of her nose, I’ll text Sophie, “She took her phone, “and ask her to pick up Jake, she’s picking up Louis anyway.” Andy saw how she send the text and smiled to her. “Happy?”

“I want cuddles.”

“Of course you do.” Annie hugged him and began to hum a tune. “Close your eyes, and try to rest, I’ll be here when you wake up.” She kissed him on the cheek and soon after Andy’s eyes finally shut down.

7 p.m. Annie was in the kitchen cutting potatoes for the dinner.

“You promised you be there when I woke up.” Andy said making Annie turned.

“I told you I had things to do.” She smiled when she saw Andy looked a bit better than earlier. “How is my big baby?”

“I need more cuddles.”

“You think you can wait till after dinner?” Andy nodded with a big, tired smile on his face, “Cool! I’m making you a special noodle soup.” Andy smiled lovingly to her. “On the meantime,” Annie went to the fridge, “Here is some string cheese and a juice, go watch TV.”

“I’m not a child.”

“Ok, then. Can I get those back?”

“No, they’re mine!”

“Dinner will be ready soon.” She smiled and saw Andy walked to the living room, “And don’t get near the kids!” A small groaned was all she heard before Andy disappeared in the hallway.

[world-of-stone]

On the eve of Bischofshofen and in (not so loving) memory of that time when the athletes and us had to suffer through 4 competitions in B'Hofen in 5 days (remember that?), I'm giving you... some fanfiction. This was written in 2022, I only just found it again. Sorry it's in German, sometimes I write in English as well but this one came to me in German only)

Bye Bischofshofen

Karl zieht die Kabinentür auf und betritt den kleinen Raum. Schnell ins Warme, einen kurzen Moment Verschnaufen vor dem zweiten Durchgang. Andi und Constantin sitzen auf einer der Bänke und unterhalten sich leise, Eisei tigert durch den Raum. Seine Teamkameraden, die dank seines Sturzes nun wirklich keine Chance mehr haben, hier heute noch irgendetwas mitzunehmen. Eisei schaut auf, als die Tür ins Schloss fällt. Während Karl sich den Helm vom Kopf zieht, kommt Markus auf ihn zu.

„Bist du okay?“

Karl winkt müde ab. „Alles noch dran, keine Sorge.“  Markus sieht ihn noch einen Moment prüfend an, bevor er leicht nickt und sich neben ihm auf die Bank fallen lässt. Karl ist froh, dass er es dabei bewenden lässt: Eisei kann eine ziemliche Glucke sein, wenn er das Gefühl hat, dass mit einem seiner Teamkameraden etwas nicht in Ordnung ist. Heute ist vieles nicht in Ordnung, bei allen von ihnen, und gleichzeitig sind sie zu müde und geschafft von den letzten Tagen und Wochen, um sich darüber aufzuregen.

Eins muss Karl dennoch loswerden. „Jungs, ich muss mich entschuldigen. Ich weiß selbst nicht genau, was da los war, aber der Sturz hätte definitiv nicht passieren dürfen.“

Nachdem der Sprung schon nicht besonders gut war, hat diese Aktion ihn und das ganze Team zusätzlich wertvolle Punkte gekostet. Das Podium ist damit in noch unerreichbarere Ferne gerückt. „Tut mir echt Leid, dass ich es vermasselt hab.“

Andi schüttelt entschieden den Kopf. „So ein Schmarrn, du hast gar nichts vermasselt. Das ist jedem von uns schon mal passiert.“ Karl spürt, wie Markus eine Hand auf seine rechte Schulter legt. „Hör bloß auf dich dafür zu entschuldigen. Hauptsache, dir ist nichts passiert.“ Constantin nickt. „Wenn überhaupt, vermasseln wir es heute alle gemeinsam. Du kannst da noch am allerwenigsten dafür.“

Karl nickt. Der Zuspruch tut gut, auch wenn er weiß, dass sein Fehler vermeidbar gewesen wäre. Die Luft ist einfach raus und all das, was sich in den letzten Tagen in Bischofshofen falsch eingeschliffen hat, kommt ihn heute teuer zu stehen. Es wäre schön gewesen, einen versöhnlichen Abschluss an dieser Schanze zu schaffen, aber es soll wohl nicht so sein.

Ihr Trainer betritt den kleinen Raum und sagt ein paar Sätze. Karl hört nur mit einem Ohr zu – im Kopf geht er seinen Sprung noch einmal durch. Er hat einfach nicht gut genug aufgepasst, war verärgert, weil er so früh schon gelandet war, obwohl er doch einen langen Sprung gebraucht hätte, um vielleicht doch noch ein paar Meter und Punkte aufzuholen.

Als alle um ihn herum aufstehen, wird er aus seinen Gedanken gerissen. Er klatscht mit Andi und Consti ab, die schon wieder ihre volle Montur angelegt haben und die Kabine verlassen, auf dem Weg zum zweiten Durchgang. Horngacher nickt ihm noch einmal zu, ehe auch er durch die Tür tritt. Neben ihm setzt Markus seinen Helm auf und zieht die Jacke über.

Wieder spürt er eine Hand an seinem Arm. „Alles in Ordnung?“, fragt Markus.

Karl hebt die Schultern. Was soll er darauf schon antworten? Seine Formkurve zeigt gerade stabil nach unten, die Tournee hat mehr als sonst üblich an seinen Nerven gezehrt und seine Sprünge gestern und heute haben auch nicht dazu beigetragen, seine Grundstimmung wirklich zu verbessern.

Markus schaut ihn noch immer an und wartet wohl auf eine Antwort. „Wird schon gehen“, meint Karl schließlich. Zu mehr Optimismus kann er sich gerade nicht durchringen. Markus macht einen Schritt auf ihn zu und legt Karl einen  Arm um die Schultern. „Ein letzter Sprung noch und dann ab nach Hause. Vergiss irgendwelche Platzierungen, komm einfach nur sicher da runter.“

Karl nickt. Auch wenn es ihm schwerfällt seinen Ehrgeiz zurückzustecken: Heute holen sie hier sowieso nichts mehr. Alle Chancen auf einen Podestplatz haben sie im ersten Durchgang vergeigt – er selbst am allermeisten und im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes. Mit der linken Hand fischt er auf der Bank nach seinen Handschuhen, die er dort vorhin abgelegt hatte, den rechten Arm hat er um Markus gelegt.

Der drückt ihn jetzt noch einmal kurz, ehe er sich von ihm löst. Karl atmet tief ein – der kurze Moment Nähe hat gut getan. Er ist nicht der Typ, der von sich aus Körperkontakt sucht, nicht wie Markus oder Andi, auch wenn er nichts dagegen hat. Manchmal merkt er erst dann, wenn ihm jemand halb auf dem Rücken liegt oder die Schulter klopft, wie sehr er die Nähe braucht. Markus scheint es manchmal fast vor ihm zu spüren und hält sich dann noch mehr als sonst in seiner Nähe auf, bis sich die Gelegenheit für eine kurze Umarmung ergibt.

Nacheinander verlassen sie die Kabine. Markus schüttelt den Kopf, während er hinter sich die Tür zuzieht. „Selten dämliche Veranstaltung das hier, direkt nach der Tournee.“ Karl muss trotz seiner Müdigkeit grinsen, als er ihn da so in seinen Bart murmeln hört. „Ein letzter Sprung noch, Eisei. Das hast du grad selbst gesagt. Den schaffen wir jetzt auch noch.“ „Und dann Bye Bischofshofen.“

[solarsands]

Is this the worst timeline? Are you a wolfaboo? An unbased turbovirgin twidiot westoid, perhaps? Maybe even an SJW triggered tumblrina vro fluent in Yapanese? Are you a dank topkek tradlarp theorycel? Perchance you slid into the dms of the soyjak aislop orange man bad refucklican? Did they hit the pentagon? Did the thicc thirsttrap they/them spoopy schizoposter romaboo ghost you on read? Was the rentoid roseboy your Roman Empire, sister in christ? You thought you were the react Andy to the unspoken skibidi rizz greypilled Mr. Beast clone? Was the Groyper Truecel Troll going your 13th reason why? You had enough ropefuel from your trooner zoosexual PDF File unaliver f3t1sh1st vro getting called out and doxxed by the Sharty?

stop trying to mind hack me

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Danke Andi 🙏🏻