#erik durm imagine request

[footballffbarbiex]

I've never asked for one of these before so sorry if I seem rude .. could you please do an Erik durm one shit where he comforts his girlfriend who has anxiety and stuff just really need something like that right now thank you anyways

Request here. Masterlist here. 

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Home Comforts.

Erik was perfect in every way possible. Compared to previous boyfriends, he made them appear incompetent andunloving. Erik was caring, loving, patient and everything I could want and need; evenneeds and wants that I never knew that I craved. We met by chance and Icouldn’t take my eyes from the charming man who held everyone’s attention. Hewas sweet and blushed when complimented. He had no idea the way he held thewomen in the room in the palm of his hand. Yet it was me that he wanted. To the world, he was this incredible guy who was supported by his team and fansloved him. When I was confident enough to go, I would attend his matches andbeam with pride when I’d watch him play. He’d give his all for his team, cluband the fans before coming home and proceeding to do the same for me. Erik cooked, cleaned, did the laundry and made everything appear so easy for mewhen I went through my hard patches. He’d cuddle me on the sofa, kiss me gentlyand make sure that I was ok.

Our relationship was perfect but I knew I could difficultto be with. I couldn’t help it. My anxiety would take over and I became adifferent person. But Erik never looked at me differently. We would be exactlythe same with each other and it made me happy. Routine made me happy. He would hugme, hold me in his arms and soothe me until I felt better. Everything aboutErik calmed me. I loved nothing more than coming home from work, getting changed and beingcuddled on the sofa while dinner cooks. I’d close my eyes, breathe in his scentand expel all the negativity that I had. Being around Erik calmed me in ways Ihad never experienced before.

Erik loved me in ways that I wanted but when I wentthrough the darker periods, loved me in ways that I did not believe I deserved.The whole time, he made me feel special, adored and like there were no one elsehe wanted. He helped bring purpose and structure to my life to help. He helpedme to make sense of my anxiety.But today I couldn’t concentrate, not even on the list that I’d written formyself. Lists made me happy. They gave my day structure when I was having a badday and gave me something to concentrate on. Today this was not working. Instead of working my way through the list, feeling happier as I went andfeeling accomplished once I finished it, I found myself pacing throughout thehouse. Each room with its unfinished chores made me feel more anxious and worsethan before. The uncompleted list makes me feel rubbish and the unsettling feeling in mystomach won’t stop. Erik is at training and I want nothing more than to be in his arms and to feelsafe. To have this feeling leave me. He should be home soon but this thoughtdoesn’t help settle me like I’d hoped.

Erik is pulling into the driveway and my heart hammersagainst my chest. The feeling had not disappeared as the afternoon progressedand I couldn’t pinpoint what had caused this. All I knew was that I needed torelax, apologise for not completing the jobs and hope this would be ok. My bodywas tense and I felt on edge. But what if it’s not ok? What if he’smad? My stomach drops and I feel sick. No. No Erik wouldn’t be mad at me. Wouldhe? Why not? You had a few things to doand now he has everything to do after being at work. I try to push the thoughts out but the voice is getting louder. We’ll spend theevening in and watch a film. He’ll tell me about his training session and I’llgo to bed early. Tomorrow will be a new day. Yes. Tomorrow will be a new day and I won’t feel like this. “Babe?” Erik calls out as he enters the house. The door clicks close and I hearhim make his way to me. “Hey! There you are,” he says cheerfully and I feelguilt rise up at how happy he is. I’ve let him down. “Hi,” I respond, trying to be upbeat but he can tell this is a lie. “Hey what’s wrong?” he asks and pulls me into a hug. He holds me against hischest tightly and I curl my hands into his shirt as I breathe him in. “What’sthe matter beautiful?” He strokes my back as I lapse into silence and justconcentrate on regulating my breathing. I take deep breathes and exhale slowlyas my body begins to relax. I needed this. I needed him to be home. “I’m sorry I depend on you so much right now.” I whisper into his shirt. “Why are you apologising? I like caring for you. You won’t let me do it whenyou’re being your usual stubborn self.” He remarks and I know he’s smiling. It’s true. I don’t like him to do this. I try to go back to being independentand I enjoy this and the freedom I feel from doing simple tasks with no issues.“I’m not stubborn.”

“Do you know who says this? Stubborn people.” Erik kisses my hair. “I wasthinking, maybe we could go out for dinner?” He suggests. My eyes open and myheart rate begins to pick up again at his words. Leave the house? He wants togo out? Panic bubbles up inside me at a rapid rate, “Or I could cook?” I knowI’ve tensed up but Erik pretends he hasn’t felt this and continues as normal. “It’sup to you? What do you want to do?” I try to control my body, stop the shakingthat I feel in my arms, my legs and my hands as I grip him. “I’m ok with either.” I force myself to say while praying he doesn’t opt to goout. Praying that my voice wasn’t as high pitched as I heard it or as shaky. “Then we’ll stay in. What if I order in, that we neither of us cook and I getto spend time with you?” I nod. “I’d like that,” I look up at him as he smiles, his hands continue tostroke my back; a soothing sensation washes over me though my skin stillprickles with unease. “Go get comfy and I’ll shower and meet you back down here.” He says and presseshis lips to mine. We lay later that night, wrapped up in our own little world with a plate of hotfood on our laps and a movie on the big screen in front of us. As the minutes tick by, I feel my old self slowly starting to come back. Eriktakes my hand, laces his fingers through mine while his other continues to usethe fork to gather food and scoops it into his mouth, his eyes never leavingthe TV. Every so often he would squeeze my hand and stroke the skin there withhis thumb. An absentminded action, but a comforting one for me. I watch him as I play with my food, watch the way his face scrunches inconcentration, feel the way he silently continues to comfort me and sighhappily. Erik was everything that I needed. The way he spoke about our future togethermade me happy and despite my anxiety telling me otherwise, I knew his commentswere genuine, that he loved me and I loved him. I would marry him in aheartbeat. He didn’t expect too much from me, he didn’t expect anything otherthan me. He didn’t want anything other than me. “Baby,” he would say, “If youhad a physical injury you would look for help. This, your anxiety? It’s nodifferent. You have good days and bad days. And I will be here for each andevery one of those.”Where Erik was, that’s where I’d find my home comforts and my peace of mind.

[marcdurm]

Hi again! I requested the Erik Durm valentine‘s day date one but I don‘t really know what I want exactly, I‘m just sad about the fact that I��ll never get to spend my valentine‘s day with Erik 💔 so maybe just some kind of fluff where valentine‘s day is Erik‘s anniversary with his girlfriend and they‘ll spend it watching random rom coms and cuddling and he‘s nervous because he wants to propose but he‘s scared of rejection and she‘s worried about him because she thinks something is seriously wrong, could you maybe write something like that? Thank you! 💛

Awww you’ll for sure get to spend your valentines at some point with someone that will be worth the wait boo ♥️

“Are you okay?” She pulls herself up to sit on the couch so she can look at him, but Erik was too lost in his own thoughts to even hear what she said. “Erik?” she raised her voice a little to grab his attention, making him look at her, “what’s wrong?” She watches him sit up as well, struggling to speak as he rubs the back of his neck.

“I’ve been thinking- there’s something I want to tell you.” he finally spoke but only to make her worry even more, her mind immediately thinking of the worst case scenario. “I- You know I love you right? You are all I want in this life, and I really can’t imagine spending the rest or it without you let alone with anyone else. I can’t wait to see us grow our own little family.. so will you give me the honour to be able to call you my wife?” He pulled a ring from his pocket waiting for her response, but just like he was lost from words a while ago, she was now too. All she could do was hug him tightly and cry happy tears. “Is that a yes?”

[diegoalvesisgod]

OTPs & Divergent Factions

Marc Bartra & Erik Durm - Dauntless/Amity

We believe in acknowledging fear and the extent to which it rules us. / Cruel thoughts lead to cruel words, and hurt you as much as they hurt their target.

[thebluesideofmyworld]

Don’t Ever Say That - Erik Durm One-Shot

For an anonymous request, based on the prompt: “things you said that made me feel like shit”

Summary: Erik is upset. So upset, he says things that makes you feel upset too. Really upset.

Word count: 830 words

Erik is in a bad mood. You know that. You can sense that. And no, you wouldn’t blame him.  You don’t think there is any player who would be in a cheerful mood when their team just lost a game.

“You’re still upset,” you say carefully as you place the cup of hot chocolate that you just made in front of him. You sit on the couch, next to him, but still leaving some personal space between the two of you.

“Of course I am,” Erik answers coldly, without looking at you. He still fixes his eyes on the TV screen.

“Erik…” you say. “You know-“

“Don’t start lecturing me!” Erik cuts you sharply. You gasp. He must be really upset. He rarely act like this, talking to you with that kind of tone. You can’t even remember the last time he talked like that to you.

“Don’t tell me that it’s just a game,” Erik says, still with a sharp, bitter tone.

“Erik, that wasn’t even what-“

Again, you don’t have the time to finish your sentence as Erik already cuts you again.

“Oh, come on!” he says, this time turns his head to glare at you. “Just… don’t act like you know everything. You don’t even know what football is all about!” he says, throwing his hand in the air and turns his head to look back at the TV.

Something that you vaguely recognize as anger dangerously starts bubbling inside you.

You take a deep breath, trying to control yourself. But still, your voice still sounds so tense.

“Erik, please. You know that-“

“Shut up!” Erik says. “Shut. The fuck. Up.”

He turns his head, looking at you. And the anger, the frustration in his eyes is something that you’ve never seen before.

“What I know is just you’re here only for the fame.”

You inhale sharply.

“What did you just say?” you ask, half-hoping that you didn’t hear it correctly.

He snorts. “I said, you’re only be with me just so you can also have the taste of being famous, right? Dating a football star. Of course, who wouldn’t want that kind of instant fame?”

Now that, is already crossing the line.

Feeling like your lungs are about to explode in anger, you close your eyes for a moment. Taking a deep breath, you let it out in a long sigh as you open your eyes back.

“You’re angry and being irrational, Erik,” you say as you stand up. “And I refuse to have any conversation with anyone who doesn’t have their mind in the right place.”

With that final words, you turn and make your way to the door. You blink your eyes to hold the tears from falling as you slowly close the door behind you. But when you drive back to your apartment, you let the tears rolling down on your cheek.

When you open the door, the first thing that you see is a huge bouquet of yellow roses and white lilies.

You cross your arms over your chest, watching the bouquet goes down, revealing Erik in front of you.

“I’m sorry,” Erik says quietly. He looks down at the bouquet. “The florist said that yellow roses and white lilies mean asking for forgiveness, and that’s what I’m trying to do.”

He lifts his face again, and stares at you with a fragile look of hope in his eyes.

“So, forgive me, please?”

You sigh.

“Erik-“

“I know. I should have come earlier. But I’m just…” Erik runs his hand over his head nervously. “I was… freaking out that you wouldn’t even want to see me, let alone talk to me.”

You close your eyes and shake your head a little. When you open your eyes again, Erik is still staring at you with that look in his eyes.

“Erik, what you said to me really hurt me.”

“I know. I am really sorry. It was such a stupid thing to say. It’s totally not true. And believe me, I spent the whole night last night regretting myself being such an idiot to say that to you.” Erik speaks so fast and nervously, he’s kind of stuttering at his own words.

You bite your lower lip. You can see the sincerity in his eyes, and it makes your anger slowly fades away.

“Erik, just…” you shake your head again. “Don’t ever..ever… say that kind of thing again, okay?”

Erik nods his head. “I won’t. I promise I won’t. I swear I won’t.”

This time, you let yourself smile at him. And in a second, Erik’s eyes light up as he returns your smile.

“So. Apologize accepted?” he asks.

“Well,” you say, uncrossing your arms. “Why don’t you show me how sorry you are?”

Erik laughs lightly. But he leans forward to kiss your lips.

“Yeah,” he says, smiling as he softly traces your lips with his thumb. “I guess it’s better if I show it instead of just saying it, yes?”

[onlysweetkiwii]

Masterlist

request these numbers

Harry styles imagines

always there :

harry is at studio while missus and harry’s son is sick

• real love  :

harry’s son couldn’t stop himself when a reporter called his mother names.

• you’ll forget tomorrow :

harry showed up drunk at y/n’s porch

• safe in your arms :

harry gave y/n silent treatment while they’re at club and y/n felt sick.

• my strong woman :

when y/n feels overwhelmed and runs, then she find herself in a strange neighborhood.

• little incident  :

y/n is out with their child and she gets hurt by paparazzi.

• never enough :

y/n feels insecure and harry helps her.

• grounded :

y/n and harry’s teenage son is in trouble.

• when I’m gone :

y/n and harry fight so y/n returns to her parent house.

• possessive boyfriend :

harry gives silent treatment because he’s possessive.

• I’m good,don’t worry :

they’re going to a tv show and y/n feels sick.

• two ghosts 

• jealous pumpkin :

they’re having a small fight which end up with little sex.

• James corden carpool :

• My husband and child :

you visit harry on tour while you’re pregnant .

• meet up again :

y/n is Harry’s ex, they meet up and finds out they both feel the same as before and they love each other.

• kissing under mistletoe :

y/n meets harry at a Christmas party .

• sick harry .

• family union .

• kidnapped :

your son gets kidnapped .

• labor day .

• mad at airport .

painted stars pt.1 .

painted stars pt.2 .

blurb list:

• Without you nothing makes sense. And I’m trying to move on and learn how to live without you. But for some reason I can’t.

• first child, harry have another child with another woman.

• I don’t know if you’re busy or ignoring me.

• y/n found some photo at her doorstep and it was Harry’s nude with some girl.

• Don’t be scared, were in this together .

• Let’s make babies ” little did he knows I can’t.

Niall horan imagines:

• stargazing .

• I thought I would be in extreme pain after what he did to me. I feel nothing

Zayn malik imagines:

• Dad… he’s the one .

• Erik Durm imagine .

[ramblingthoughtsofayoungadult]

The Three of Us-Julian Draxler and Erik Durm Love Triangle

Requested: Yes

Warnings: None

A/N: This takes place in 2014 and I am so sorry about the delay @girlinmanyfandoms123. I’ve been slammed with work because of study abroad but I’ll hopefully be more active :)

There were many perks of having one’s father be the coach of a national football team: I met a lot of cool people, I went to so many sports award shows as well as movie award shows, and I got to go to any game I wanted for free, at least, when it took place in Germany. However, I have gone to every World Cup since my father became the German National Team’s for free and it’s been pretty fun, but the next one was going to be great since it was taking place in Rio. The parties were going to be nuts and the music was going to be amazing. Also, I was bringing Y/B/F/N along so I could have someone else to talk to during matches. 

  “Wow,” Y/B/F/N said as we watched the German national team warm up.

   They had about thirty minutes before their first match in the World Cup and Dad was grilling them on how to be stronger, faster, and overall better than the rest of the world. The stadium was packed with fans, all chanting and screaming for their own team in their different languages. Y/B/F/N and I were sitting in the VIP area with the other celebrities and WAGs. 

     “What?” I teased.

     “So many beautiful men in one sport. How have I not noticed this before?” 

     “Because you were too busy studying for the MCAT.”

      Y/B/F/N huffed. “And it paid off, didn’t it?”

      “Which is precisely why I brought you here.”       I glanced back down at the pitch, admiring the lean, stealthy players running through their warm ups. I couldn’t help but make eye contact with Germany’s favorite blonde, Erik Durm. He winked at me before going through a complicated warm up drill. I smirked at the warm feeling that spread throughout my stomach at his gaze.

       “Oh my gosh,” Y/B/F/N said.

        “What?” I asked with a blink. 

        “You’re messing around with Erik aren’t you?” she whispered so no one else would hear us.

        “What? No, of course not! You know my father has that rule of no messing around with players.”

        “So why did Erik wink at you?”

         “I don’t know, because he’s a flirt.”

         Y/B/F/N didn’t look convinced and I couldn’t blame her. I was always a terrible liar but the truth was I hadn’t done anything with Erik besides flirt with him ever since we first met. Who could resist those light green eyes and cheeky smile? Plus, he was charming, passionate about football, and incredibly nice. However, Dad would kill us both if he found out about anything so it was better to keep it under wraps. 

        “Y/N, spill,” Y/B/F/N demanded.

        “There’s nothing to spill about, he just flirts with me sometimes and that’s it.” I turned to face the pitch again and began nervously munching on my popcorn.

        Of course, Julian went right after Erik for their footwork warm up and he managed to find me in the crowd and wave. My cheeks warmed up as I waved back as discreetly as possible. As much as I hope our exchange went unnoticed, Julian’s megawatt smile tipped off Y/B/F/N quickly.

       “Julian, too?” she whisper hissed.

       “What do you mean, ‘Julian, too’?”

       Y/B/F/N crossed her arms over her Hummels jersey. “This explains so much now. Why would you want to go out with any of those idiot boys from uni when you have two hot football players eating out of the palm of your hand?”

       “I wouldn’t say that....”

       Y/B/F/N’s e/c eyes widened. “Then what would you say?”        “I would say that I like them both and think they’re both great players.”

       “And you wouldn’t mind jumping their bones, either?”

       “Y/B/F/N!”

       “How long has this been going on?” Y/B/F/N asked.

       I sighed, deciding that if I had to confide in someone about my complicated love life, I would prefer it to be Y/B/F/N and not some journalist. “About two years now.”

      “Two years?”

      I nodded. “The team went out for drinks one night and my dad let me go along with them as long as Mats was watching me. Anyway, Erik ended up buying me a beer and we hit it off. We talked for hours and I have never had a conversation so easily with someone. Then, when he left for the toilet, Julian came over and asked me how I liked the practicing. Me being the football fan that I am, I explained in detail just what was wrong with everyone’s technique and then I complimented him on his form. He blushed and we ended up talking some more.” I ran my hand through my y/h/l y/h/c hair. “When Erik came back, things got awkward but the three of us held a good for the rest of the night before Mats took me home. Ever since that night, they’ve been kind of fighting over me.”

     When I looked at Y/B/F/N, her eyes were as wide as saucers. She didn’t look as though she was judging me, rather she was just in shock. My heart beat picked up out of nerves and I was anxious to hear what she had to say. She was always extremely blunt and spoke what was on her mind and her opinion mattered a lot to me.

    “So, you’re telling me that you’re in a love triangle with two German footballers and you have to keep it a secret from everyone, including your father?” she said slowly.

    I nodded. “Awful, huh?”

   “It’s equal parts awful and amazing. Awful because you will eventually have to choose between them and amazing because you couldn’t have been any more fortunate than to have two football players pining for your affections.”

   I couldn’t help myself but laugh at her words. Then, reality set in: I would have to choose between the mischievous Erik or the sweet, sensitive Julian. Both of them appealed to me in different ways since Erik pushed me out of my comfort zone and would surprise me with little gifts unbeknownst to my father. On the other hand, Julian was always complimenting me on thing outside of my physical appearance and he didn’t mind that I knew so much about football “for a girl”. 

   “Ugh, what am I gonna do, Y/B/F/N?”

   “Ever heard of polyamory?”

   I elbowed her jokingly and we both laughed. However, I couldn’t bring myself to enjoy the match as much as I usually would. I didn’t want to hurt either of their feelings or have either of them (or myself) get in trouble with Dad. Julian and Erik both knew about the others feelings towards me and the last thing I wanted was for them to blow up at each other and risk losing the World Cup.

    For the next month, I dragged Y/B/F/N to all the parties I knew both Julian and Erik would be attending not only to introduce her to some of my favorite German and non-German WAGs but also to relieve some of the attention between the three of us. I stopped attending practices as much as I used to, but I couldn’t avoid either of them all together: Erik would show up at my hotel room and take me on some excursion in Sao Paolo while Julian always made sure to text me something sweet. I liked them both equally but I just didn’t know what to do. However, everything came to a head the night before the last match.

   Y/B/F/N and I were stumbling out of the elevator to our hotel room floor, drunk out of our minds, when we ran into Erik. He was wearing a hoodie and a pair of black sweatpants but he still looked so good. I supposed all of those whiskey shots at the bar gave me the courage to say so.

    “Look, Y/N, there’s Erik, one of your boyfriends,” Y/B/F/N teased before we both burst into giggles. “He looks good in a pair of sweats. What I wouldn’t give to---”

   I slapped my hand over her mouth and shushed her loudly. “He’ll hear us, you idiot!”

   But I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. I only stopped when Erik turned around, raising an eyebrow at us.

   “Y/N?” he asked.

   I swallowed, pulled my hand away from Y/B/F/N, and strolled forward. “Hi, Erik. What are you doing up so late? You know that Coach wouldn’t approve.”

   “Couldn’t sleep.” He glanced between me and Y/B/F/N. “I see the two of you went out.”

   “It was great,” Y/B/F/N said.

   “Would’ve been better if you were there.”

    If I had been sober, I wouldn’t have dared to say such a thing, but my inebriated mind thought it would be a good idea. Erik smirked and stepped closer to me.

   “Are you sure you wouldn’t have preferred Julian over me?”

    I rolled my eyes. “No, I wanted you both there.” I stepped closer to Erik and ran my hand over his chest. “There were other men in the bar----total creeps----who kept hitting on me and Y/B/F/N. I just wish one of you could’ve been there to help us out.” I looked up at Erik. “To help me out.”

     Erik’s green eyes darkened and his hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer to him. “You have no idea how irresistible you look right now.”     I grinned. “I think I have an idea.”

    I think Y/B/F/N muttered an excuse before running off into our room, leaving Erik and me alone in the hotel room hallway. Anyone could’ve seen us: another player, a sneaky paparazzo, or my dad. However, I didn’t care as I stared into Erik’s eyes, which were full of lust and longing. It was as though something was pulling us closer together and all I could think of was how his lips----how his body----would feel pressed against mine.

   “Y/N?” I jumped and stepped away from Erik. Julian was standing in the doorway of his room, looking exhausted and incredibly gorgeous in only a pair of sweatpants, showing off his sculpted abs.

   I gulped. “Oh, uh, hi, Julian. Shouldn’t you be resting up for tomorrow’s match?”

  “I got woken up,” Julian said, glaring at Erik.

   Erik stepped forward. “Just go back to sleep, man, everything’s fine out here.”

  “No, it isn’t.” Julian stalked towards us and for a moment, I was sandwiched between him and Erik. “Things haven’t been fine for a long time.”

   “Julian,” I grabbed his face so he would look at me, “this isn’t a big deal.”

   “ Zum Teufel ist es nicht!” Erik hissed. “Y/N, we have been playing this game for too long and I for one am tired of fighting over you with Julian.”

   “The same goes for me.” Julian looked extremely downcast as he pulled my hands away from his face. “I care for you deeply, Y/N, but I do not want to have the urge to fight my teammate because we are fighting over a girl. You need to choose.”

   “Yeah, me or him,” Erik said.

   And that was when I began to panic. All the kind things they each did for me as well as the sexual-tension-filled moments we each shared flew through my mind. I wanted to choose between the two of them but I couldn’t, especially not in my state.

   “I can’t,” I whispered.

   They both looked extremely disappointed in me. As they both began walking to their respective rooms, I realized that I couldn’t risk losing the both of them.

   “Wait!” I said.

   They both stopped.

   “I’ll make a deal: if Germany beats Argentina for the Cup, I will make my decision at the after party. If Germany loses, I will not make a decision.”

   “What does that mean?” Erik asked.

    “It means none of us wins,” Julian said.

   “I think it’s a risk we’ll have to take. What do you say?”

   Julian and Erik glanced at each other.

   “I have faith in our team, how about you, Draxler?”

   “I think we will do well.” 

    Erik looked at me. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Y/N.”

   “Fine.”

   “I’ll see you tomorrow,” Julian said.

    The gravity of the deal didn’t hit me until I woke up the next morning. The fate of my relationship with two incredible men was hinged on the result of the game. However, Dad had been working with the team extremely hard so we definitely had a good chance of winning. The only problem was I still had no idea who I would pick.

   “Did you write up a pros and cons list?” Y/B/F/N asked.

    We were sitting in the stadium, the two calmest people in the stadium. We had perfect view of the pitch which meant I could clearly see all members of the team, including Julian and Erik. There seemed to be much less tension between them than there was beforehand. 

    Y/B/F/N was chomping on nachos when she asked me that question. 

   “Yes,” I said.

   “And?”

   “And I still can’t choose.”

   “Y/N, you’re twenty-two years-old, you’re a grown woman and grown women have to make decisions. Do not be like every girl in young adult books and TV shows that I hate and refuse to pick between two guys. You’re a smart girl----no, a smart woman and you do not have time for these games.”

    “You’re right, I have to make my decision. Thanks, Y/B/F/N.”

     “You’re welcome and just to let you know, I will be happy to take one of them off of your hands.”

     I laughed and swatted her arm before turning back to the pitch. The game was amazing and stressful, but when Germany won, I think I lost my voice. Everyone played magnificently, especially Erik and Julian, but no one was more ecstatic than Dad. He was one of the first people to run out on to the pitch with the WAGs and other players trailing behind him. I dragged Y/B/F/N with me ,cheering, screaming, and hugging the players. Then, I got to Julian.

   “Congratulations, Julian,” I said as I hugged him and kissed his cheek.

   “Thank you, Y/N.”

   I turned to see Erik through the crowd of players and he did not look happy. They deserved equal attention since they both contributed equally to Germany’s win. 

    “I’ll see you tonight?”

    “Of course.”

    I grinned at him before running over to Erik. “Congratulations, Erik.”

   He managed a small, knowing smile as he hugged me and picked me up, making me squeal. “Couldn’t have done it without my good luck charm.”

   “Put me down, Erik!” I yelled through a laugh.

   When he did put me down, he stared into my eyes in a way that made my heart drop to my stomach. The only person who has looked at me so intensely was Julian.

   “Y/N...”

   “Y/N!” Dad grabbed me and kissed my cheek. “We WON!”

   I managed a wide smile for Dad and hugged him back. “No, Dad, you won.”

   He had wanted a win for Germany for so long and now he got it. I did feel some guilt sneaking behind his back, but after tonight, there wouldn’t be anymore guilt. As Dad got picked up by his players and carried on their shoulders after accepting the trophy, I made my decision.

    The party was being held at some bar in Rio, where only German players, their wives or girlfriends, or celebrities had been invited. The sound of the German national anthem nearly drowned out Rihanna’s “Pour It Up”, making the singer jokingly yell in protest. I was nursing my third gin and tonic, working up my courage to talk to Julian and Erik, who were socializing with other teammates.

   Y/B/F/N sighed as she plopped down in the seat next to me. “Mario is an insane dancer!”    “Yeah.”

   “What’s wrong, Y/N? Still having trouble picking?”

   “No, I’ve decided who I want, but I’m just having trouble admitting it.”    “Y/N, they’re only a few hundred feet away and you shouldn’t be insecure. You’ve made a decision and you look bomb, nothing can stop you.”

   “Thanks, Y/B/F/N. I’m still a little nervous.”    “Another G and T will solve that. I’ll be right back.” Y/B/F/N bounced over to the bar to order me another drink.

   I don’t think anyone is fortunate enough to find a friend like her. However, almost immediately after she left, Julian and Erik came over.

   “Y/N, we need to speak with you,” Julian said.

   “Yes, of course.”

   The moment was here and there was no more running away from it. I sighed as I stood, brushing off any dust from my sequin camoflauge pants and followed the two of them into a private room. There was only a couple of cushioned chairs in the room, but it didn’t matter because I had a feeling that we wouldn’t be sticking around for long.

    “So, we won,” Erik said.

    “Yes.”

     “And now it’s time for you to hold up your end of the deal.”

     “Yes.”

     “Erik and I talked and we decided that no matter what the decision is, we won’t let it influence the team or our relationship badly,” Julian said.

    “That’s good.”

     I took a deep breath. The moment I thought was going to be so liberating was terrifying, but the gin and tonic I’d had before was helping. Dad was definitely going to kill me for this.      “I choose...”

     And the rest is history. 

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Crazy Stupid Love (Erik Durm OS)

AN: This is for the lovely anon who requested an Erik Durm OS. This is something cute and funny and I had a really fun time writing this. I hope you will enjoy reading it as well. As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts. Lots of love xoxo

"Daisy, baby, I am hooome," Lorena sang as soon as she opened the front door.

Her house wasn't large, however, it was far too big for one girl living alone even when she had a dog to keep her company. It was much suitable for her to live in an apartment, she knew that very well- and her mom never failed to mention that whenever she visited. But until her parents came back from Italy and decided what they were going to do with it, she had no intention of leaving her childhood home sitting there empty and lonely while she squeezed around in tiny apartments that weren't even her own property.

Even though Lorena was still in college she preferred having to travel miles every day if it meant that she could enjoy the big house that was only hers, that she could change and decorate whatever she wanted, and make as much noise as she wanted - at least as much noise as one girl can make- without bothering anyone.

Also, it's not like she was often alone anyway. Erik was here at least every other night, and sometimes he would even spend a whole week at her place. His excuse has always been that he didn't want her to be alone, that it was dangerous and he worried too much. That was absolutely adorable but Lorena was pretty sure that the bigger reason for his staying here was that he loved living in a house much better than living alone in his apartment. And why wouldn't he? It was much more private and calming and free.

And of course, Lorena didn’t complain. She loved waking up with him fast asleep in the bed beside her, not even being too close, just one hand thrown over her waist and the smell of him filling her lungs. She even enjoyed the sight of the shelf in the bathroom filled with his products. And on rare occasions when he woke up before her and decided to surprise her with breakfast, she fell in love with him even more. Lorena was a great cook, but Erik's French toast tasted heavenly. She seriously thought she could eat it every day and never get bored.

On top of all that, she started having these thoughts for which she knew it was way too early- the two of them have been only dating for almost a year- but they were still there nonetheless. Namely, sometimes, while she watched from the balcony the tricks he performed with the ball for  the sake of her amusement, Lorena would picture him teaching their children how to play football while she prepared delicious snacks for their little family. Other times, when she watched Erik comfortably sink in the old armchair after a long day- the her father loved as well- she could see him in that chair 50 years from now. She could actually see herself having a future with this man, even after such a short period of time, which was quite surprising for her because she wasn't the best at committing to people.

 As she removed  the thick scarf from around her neck and hung her coat, she was a bit surprised her dog hasn't run to her yet. Usually, Daisy would wait on the front of the door, waiting for Lorena to step her foot inside so she could start licking every part of her owner’s skin she could reach. Nevertheless, Lorena wasn't worried; Daisy was her pet from the time she started high school, and the older she was, the lazier she got.

 However, when she heard some noise coming from the direction of her bedroom, Lorena  felt a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. She usually wasn't scared very easily, but when she heard male voice curse upstairs, her hands begun to shake. Few of the houses in the street have been robbed recently, but Lorena used to not worry about that too much. Those were the houses whose owners came by once, maybe twice a year, so they were practically abandoned. Even though Lorena believed there were absolutely no odds such a thing would happened to her, she didn't say anything to her family nor friends, especially not to Erik, for she knew very well that'll only make them insist on her moving out of that house even more.

The noise upstairs continued and now there was absolutely no doubt that she wasn't imagining things. Lorena could picture the burglar opening the drawers, scattering her belongings on the floor in search for something valuable. She was smart enough not to keep anything of great value in her home, but the idea of some stranger with such intentions in her home was scary enough. Also, they could break some of her precious things!

For a moment, Lorena considered storming out and calling the police plus Erik, but she was a kid who touched the cactus plant even though her mother had told her dozen times it'll hurt her, just because she wanted to know herself. She was always too curious, too adventures, maybe even too confident for her own sake. Thus, moving as silently as she possibly could, she decided to confront the intruder.

She didn't know what to expect, but she reasoned that a smart thing to do would be to have something to defend herself if necessary. As if there was anything smart about confronting a trespasser. Hence, Lorena went to the kitchen, thinking that something useful could be found there. It was a small room, separated from the living and dining area, but she couldn't turn the lights on. She figured that the most useful weapon would be a pan, considering how many movie heroes have used it to attack the killer. However, since in the dark she couldn't find any, and she was scared to open the cabinets and make any noise, she picked up the biggest knife she could find, cursing at the fact that her father was no baseball fan and they had no signed bats in the house. Now that would come in handy.

As slowly and silently as she could with the adrenalin pumping in her veins, Lorena went up the stairs. A small piece of her mind imagined that she was an FBI agent breaking in the nest of drug dealers, except her knife was a gun this time. When she found herself in front of her bedroom door, she stood for a moment to listen. She could see a crack of light coming from under the door, but she heard no noise. Then she heard her dog bark and without even thinking much about it, she pushed the door opened so hard the metal knob hit the wall, as she screamed and jumped into the room, holding the knife in front of her like she's seen people do in sword fights.

As she screamed, the person on the other side of the door screamed as well, startling her even more, so it took her a few moments to actually process the information and recognize the face in front of her. It was Erik.

He was sitting on her bed in dark pants and an elegant white shirt, putting on his right sock while Daisy chewed at one of his shoes. She must've startled him as well because he stood there for a moment not moving, his skin paler than usual.

Lorena was the first one to speak.

"Are you insane?" she shouted, "What are you doing here? I could've murdered you!" she exclaimed waiving the knife in the air.

Erik was still stunned. "What am I doing? What are you doing with that thing?"

"I thought someone had broken in," she said, her voice still an octave too high. "And I wanted to"

"What? You wanted to cut his throat?"

"Well not necessarily, I would just cut him a little, but only if he tried to hurt me," she begun rambling before she stopped herself and narrowed her eyes at him. "I know how to defend myself!"

"I'm sure you do" Erik said, amused.

"What? You don't trust me? Here I can show you-" she said as she started to waive the knife in front of her like it was an actual sword and she was in a real-life sword fight.

"What were you even doing here?" she asked then, remembering that the whole situation was still unresolved.

"I wanted to surprise you. Do something nice. There is a pretty delicious dinner waiting for us downstairs, and I if you could just put that thing away, I'd appreciate it." Erik said, taking his shoe from Daisy and wiping it off before he put it on.

"Dinner? You went through all this trouble for a dinner? I could've murdered you! You could be lying in the pool of your own blood, you stupid man" Lorena exclaimed in disbelief.

Erik snorted good-naturedly, "I'm sure you would. The way you are handling that knife I could only die from laughter"

"Oh you don't think I could?" she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Let's just put it away before someone seriously gets hurt." he said taking the knife from her hand and placing it on the bedside table.

"Now, I wanted to talk to you about something pretty serious, that's way I 'went through all this trouble'" he explained, taking her hands in his.

"You are not pregnant are you?" she deadpanned.

Erik just glared at her as she laughed at her own joke. Her jokes usually weren’t this lame, but she blamed it on all the adrenaline- it had to leave her body somehow. Besides, even though she would never admit it, she got frightened pretty bad tonight.

"You know, on the very short list of people who find you amusing number one is you. Also number two and three." Erik said pretending to be annoyed.

"So? Not everyone is sophisticated enough to understand the track of my thoughts," she teased sticking her tongue out at him.

Erik just scoffed.

"Anyhow, I had the whole evening planned out with a fancy dinner and candles and dozens of your favorite flowers- I even wore a suit- but since you've managed to ruin the surprise in quite an extraordinary way I must say, I should just go ahead and say it. I wanted to ask you to move in with me," he carefully said the last part looking at her intently.

Then, because she has grown completely silent for like the first time since he had met her, Erik tried to joke, "After what I've seen, I'm pretty sure you should seriously consider living with me."

Lorena got serious all of a sudden. "Erik… this is a huge step. Are you sure?"

"Of course I’m sure.” He assured her with the brightest smile he could pull off. “I mean, sure, you do snore and you are awfully messy not to mention you are so lazy and then there is your  tendency of walking around the house with a knife-" Lorena cleared her throat at him- “but as much as it pains me to say this, I am in love with you. And the past year has been one of the best in my life; I think we should take the next step” he said looking at her softly, his eyes filled with love for this bubbly, perky brunette.

Lorena gazed back at him, not sure what to say. The thought of them living together send feelings through her body that made her all warm and fuzzy on the inside, plus Erik has already been living with her practically. But she was afraid that she would change if she left her home and went to live in his. She knew herself and how much she appreciated her independency and privacy, and how scared of commitment she was. She didn’t want to scare Erik away.

"Erik I.."

He tightened his grip on her hands slightly. "Come on, it's not like we've not experienced it already. I mean I've been practically living here for the past five months," he tried to reassure her.

A grin spread across her face. "So, when you say you want us to move in together, what you actually really mean is for you to move in here."

"That's not what I had in mind but-"

"But why not?” she cut him off, all of a sudden excited. “Why should we be squeezing in your apartment when I have a perfectly good house. Beside you love this house."

"Wait. Are you saying yes?"

"Of course I'm saying yes, you've been practically living here for the past half the year!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around him. She wasn’t quite ready to give up her independency completely, but the thought of Erik sharing the house with her was something completely different. Besides, it meant they would be one step closer to the dreams of their future that she secretly had. The little girl within her squealed and jumped from joy.

Erik laughed at the way she repeated his words before pulling her in for a kiss.

"But what will your parents say about it? I mean it's their house after all," he suddenly remembered.

"Oh, pf, I've been convincing them to keep it anyway. They wanted to sell it; Italy is too much fun for them," Lorena reassured him.

"Well, maybe we should buy it then? I mean not now, but if they wanted to sell it then- " he started rambling.

"One step at a time,” Lorena cut him off, giggling. “They'll be happy you move in; they've been going on and on about how dangerous it is for me to live alone."

"After this tonight, I can't really say I disagree," Erik teased.

"Oh, would you forget it!” Lorena fake-sighed in despair. “Come on, I really want to see that totally girly setting you've prepared for us," she joked taking him by the hand and dragging him downstairs.

Teasingly, Erik grabbed her from behind and started squeezing her sides and tickling her as she giggled and laughed and squealed. He buried his face in the space between her shoulder and neck and softly kissed her warm skin as he picked her up.

"By the way, you scream like a girl," he joked as he carried her in the dinning room where beautifully arranged table filled with food was waiting for them.

Lorena could feel her insides melting at the sight of the effort Erik has put in to prepare this beautiful surprise for her. As she leaned in to kiss him, she teased, “I am a girl. What’s your excuse?”

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Imagine Requests

He Knows pt. 6 Hector Bellerin (Childish) Alex Chamberlain Erik Durm x Julian Draxler with Reader Hector Bellerin (No prompt) Hector Bellerin (Drunk) Dani Alves (Smut) Aleksandar Kolarov (Fluff & Smut) Rafinha (You as a Doctor outside the country and come home) He knows pt. 7 Ronaldo x Reader x Neymar pt. 2 Messi (Him upset with you) Paulo Dybala Paulo Dybala (Smut) Neymar (Smut) Roman Burki Andre Gomes Rafinha (Smut) Roman Burki (Based of Take Care by Drake) Julian Draxler (Smut) Marco Asensio If I missed any requests let me know!

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N/A: Well anon that requested this I hope you like it. Also the gifs are not mine, if they are yours I am sorry that I am using them without your permission I am sorry. The crackship is mine, the gifs are not. Thank you for reading and thank you for requesting it. Also there are a few requested that I got today, if you are reading this, I will try and post them tomorrow, thank you once more.

Stupid Smart Dog - Erik Durm

He was terrified, being in that dog park only holding that blue leash and no dog, he was terrified. He was pale, but in that moment it was like he was even worse. He was imagining his death coming slowly, and probably painfully. 

Who looses a dog in a dog park? Well in his opinion there were a lot of dogs and the one he was with was small, still a baby, but still he shouldn't have lost the dog. And it wasn't his dog, it was his girlfriend's. So that make it even worse. He knew that Y/N loved that dog very much, he had given her the dog on their aniversary, so yeah he also loved that dog, but she loved it more. So he was terrified. He was scared as hell. 

He was looking really pale because his phone rang, it was his girlfriend. She would probably want to know how was he doing walking little Duque, a german shepherd. He wanted to tell her everything was going perfect, but he couldn't lie to her, not when the lie was about her dog. He however could lie to her, like when he broke her favorite BVB Dortmund cup, that her best friend gave her when she found out the both of them were dating, he blamed it on the dog, he was a baby so he liked to play, so it was easy for him to blame the dog, she could kill him if she found out it was him, not on porpuse of course, but still. And even then he felt guilty so he had to give her another cup. 

After 3 very long hours and still no dog he had to answer her, he had to talk to her. He had to tell her that he lost her baby, maybe she would not speak to him for a week, or a month, would she break up with him? He hoped not. He grabbed his phone and pray that everything would go right.

  - Hey babe. - he said trying to sound that he was having fun.   - How is everything going? Is Duque behaving?   - Yeah, he is an amazing dog, he is very cute playing with other dogs.   - Erik are you alright? - she asked knowing something was wrong.   - I love you, you know that? I really really love you. I mean I even imagine myself in a year or two asking you to marry me, so you know that I love you?    - Oh god what have you done?    - I lost Duque. It was not my fault, I let him go from his leash, and then Felix called me, and when I looked up I didnt' saw Duque, so I went looking for him and so far I couldn't find him, and I am so sorry.    - I know...    - I will continue looking... wait what?    - Duque showed up hours ago, that was why I was calling you. - she says holding her laughter.    - I hate that dog. - he says and sighs relived. Well the park was really closed from her house, stupid smart dog - I am on my way home.    - Don't forget to bring ice cream, I am pretty sure you are going to need it, after all you were outsmarted by a dog. 

He hangs up the call and starts laughing alone. He looks around the park and shakes his head. Maybe it would be better to answer her call in the first place, and that way he didn't had to be there for 3 hours looking for a dog that was already home.

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Something cute with Erik Durm please ?

OK so I cheated with this one. While the location may not be the same, as I was at a lake and obviously it wasn’t with Erik, I based this on my own first date with my boyfriend. Enjoy :)

Request here. Masterlist here. 

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For AsMany Grains Of Sand.

“Are youjoking me?” Claire almost chokes on her drink as she stares at me with eyeswide when I show her who I met. “You think I would make this up?” I question her before taking a sip of my owndrink. “The Erik Durm wants to take you fora drink and you, the dumb shit that you are, are saying no?” She exclaims in atone loud enough to scold me but quiet enough not to bring attention to ourtable. I use a search engine to look up the name and sure enough, there wasErik. Those same eyes.“What would I have to talk to him about? I didn’t even know who he was!” Icounteract her comment with honesty. I hadn’t known who he was, this was true.

***

He’d approached me in a bar last night when I was having a post work drinkafter having a shit shift and needing something to take the edge off.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He’d asked. I’d turned to look at the owner of thevoice and found myself staring into beautiful light eyes on a cute face. I’dpaused to take in the face, the way he smiled at me and held his body. Thesubtle confidence which oozed from him but the boyish charm that he passed itoff with.

“I have one already. But thanks,” I’d raised my glass to him before taking asip.

“Then letme buy you the next one?” He’d persisted. “Or let me take you out for a drinkanother day?” I’d swallow a mouthful of the vodka and lemonade and licked my lips beforelooking back at him.“You’re real cute, you know that right?” When he grinned at me, I couldn’t helpbut grin back. “I’ve been told so. What’s your name?” He asked. I told him and he smiled, moreto himself than to me. “I’m Erik.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I’d commented. “You have an accent, though I’mrubbish with geography to know where,” I’d laughed. Erik opened his mouth to talk but he was interrupted by a young starry-eyed boywho asked for a photo. I’d frowned to myself. He was famous? I’d wracked mybrain to try to place his face but nothing came to me. While he was taking thephoto, I pulled out my phone and also took a snapshot, intending to show Clairewho would know who he was thanks to her almost photogenic memory. When Erik turned his attention back to me, he gave me his number and asked meto reconsider his offer and to text him when I had.

***

“What doesit matter? He probably liked the fact that you didn’t know who he was. That hasto be part of the draw for him. You didn’t crumble at his feet or go all doeeyed at him. And you said no. You’ve added the thrill. I say you should texthim. Now while you’re here and can’t get out of it.” I pull an un-amused faceat her but pull my phone towards me anyway. Hi Erik, I hope you remember me from thebar. X “There, happy now?” I ask Claire. “I will be when you’ve been on this date” She smirks. —

I wearhigh waist shorts and a vest top with slip on shoes. Erik was no longer happy with going for drinks and he told me so when he askedwhat my favourite date was so far. His shock had come through loud and clearvia a phonecall when I told him I’d never been on a date. “No, we will not go for drinks. I’m taking you on a date. Allow me to do this?”He’d asked. How could I say no? It’s early evening and the beach is quiet once we get there. Tourists have leftthe area for the night and the only people strolling down the beach arecouples.I slip off my shoes and dangle them from my finger tips as I step onto the warmsand, feeling the way it sinks between my toes in a soothing way. “I wouldn’t have had you down as a cheeseball.” I remark, turning to look athim. His lips curve into a half smile and he looks down shyly.“You think this is a bad idea already?” He asks. He carries a backpack withhim. When I tried to pick it up in the car, it was heavy but he carries it withsuch ease that it looks as though he was carrying a pillow. “I never said this. It’s just unexpected.” I shrug, enjoying the way theevening sun feels on my skin and the smell of the sea. Suntan lotion stilllingers in the air along with the salty sea air. It’s a happy scent of mine andreminds me of being a child going on holiday. Erik guides me across the beach, our strides matching and a comfortable silencefalling between us. He takes me to the very end, where the rocks jagger and jutonto the beach, the waves crash against the rocks and cause a soothingatmosphere. It’s a perfect spot. “I was thinking maybe here?” He says, his tone a little shaky with nerves thatI could say no. “Here is perfect.” I smile at him, hoping to settle those nerves that I alsofeel. He drops the back pack to his hand and opens it just enough to pull ablanket from it. He shakes this out and lays it on the sand before placingrocks on each corner to stop it from blowing away. He gestures to sit and I doso. Once seated, he begins to pull things from the bag and I’m in awe at howmuch he’s managed to fit in there. Containers filled with food, strawberries, two glasses and a bottle of winewhich when he places it on the blanket, I note that it’s non-alcoholic so hecan also enjoy a glass and drive us home. So much thought has gone into thisand I can’t help but smile. “You’ve gone to a lot of trouble to do this for me.” I tell him. He grins as heretrieves some disposable plates and also disposable cutlery. “You’ve never had a date. I wanted to make sure you remembered this for all thegood reasons.” When he smiles, it reaches his eyes. The evening light catchesthem and I find myself staring at his eyes and the change of shade. He really was gorgeous.“Do you always bring girls here?” I ask him, wondering how honest he will be.He opens the wine and begins to pour us both a glass. “No. I’ve done this once but she was my girlfriend.” He responds and hands methe glass. The liquid is still cool against my lips and it tastes lovely. “Thank you for your honesty.”“You’ve never been on a date.” He mutters more to himself as he opens the foodup and drops a plate in front of me. “This has amazed me. Why is that? Why haveyou not dated?”“No one asked me. I’ve had a few boyfriends, nothing long term though. No onehas ever wanted to take me on a date.”“Then I feel happy to be your first for this.” We clink glasses.

For thenext few hours we sit there with the sun setting and the tide coming in. We sit talking, watching those who stroll arm in arm down the beach and lapseinto silence occasionally. We talk about our upbringing, our teenage years, my job and his career. Being in Erik’s presence was easy. He was easy to talk to and I found myselfbeing incredibly open with him, telling him things that I hadn’t told anyoneelse. He listened, watched me and made the right noises in the right places. Hewas attentive and careful when asking personal questions. Our fingers brushed on more than one occasion when both reaching for the samefood or to top up our glasses. Long lingering looks were had and I knew Iwanted to kiss him.

I lay backand stretch out, enjoying the way my muscles stretch beneath my skin. We’vemove the blanket further up as the water continues to lick and move its way upthe beach towards us.I pluck a strawberry and nibble on it as I watch him. He keeps smiling tohimself but says nothing. “What?” He shakes his head and licks his lips. “Tellme something, as you’re much more experienced with these dates than I am. Whenwould you kiss someone?” I ask him before pushing the rest of the strawberryinto my mouth and chew it. “That would depend on how the date went. If it felt right, I’d want to do itthat day.”“Interesting.” I say more to myself. “How do you think this date has gone?” He asks and I watch him suck the insideof his cheeks in as he waits for my answer. “I’ve enjoyed it. The perfect gentleman. I think it’s been perfect.” And itwas. “I’d almost agree.” He says and looks out to the sea before taking a drink. “Why almost agree?” I feel my heart beat faster. Had I been rude? Out of turnwith my comments? I couldn’t think what I’d done. “Because I haven’t kissed you yet,” He responds and put his glass down. Hegages my reaction and slowly leans in with I grin. He presses his lips to mine as his fingers brush my hair from my face and hecups my jaw. I kiss him back, matching his passion and pressure with no problems. I forcemyself to not moan into his mouth. Despite his baby appearance, he kisses withskill of the man I know him to be. I knew in that moment that no matter how many men I would meet in the future,or any dates that I go on, nothing would beat this day. This evening or thismoment. I could have as many memories for as many grains of sand as there are on thisbeach, and nothing would make me feel as alive as this very moment.  

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Moving on- Max Meyer Imagine ft Leon Goretzka and Álvaro Morata

@girlinmanyfandoms123 requested: Can you please write an imagine where my best friend and I go to a club,it’s been a week since I broke up with my boyfriend Erik Durm and people in the club decide to play a game of truth or dare and when it’s my turn I am dared by Leon Goretzka to act like a couple for the night with Max Meyer? I hope that you like it. I know nothing about Schalke or German players… I tried my best! And I hope you don’t mind Alvaro Morata featured in this, I promised myself I’ll always have him in every fanfic I write( although i didn’t have him in the Secret Santa fic) I hope you enjoy! Ana strolled in the club casually, just absorbing the energy of the people dancing. She had come here with her friend Sam, who was friends with the birthday boy Leon, whom she went to high school with. Leon had invited his Schalke teammates, a few international footballers and celebrities. Ana didn’t want to come to the party that day, she wanted to stay at home, eat lots of choco chip ice cream and watch The Notebook. It had only been a week, a week since she and Erik broke up. She thought he was her forever but it turned out that you needed a lot more to build relationship than attraction and care. There had to be understanding, trust, communication, dates… and all these things were missing from their relationship and they had finally broken up. Sam grabbed her by the hand and made her way to Leon through the crowded dancefloor. Leon was with a blonde short friend of his. He looked familiar. What was his name… Max, Max something right? “Leon, I want you to meet Ana, my best friend. And Ana this is Leon, the birthday boy. Oh and this is his friend Max.” “Hi Leon, a very happy birthday. Great party! And hello Max, nice to meet you too,” Ana spoke politely. Leon and Max exchanged pleasantries with her and she observed Sam had zeroed out on something behind Max. She followed her gaze and saw what she was starting at. It wasn’t a what, it was a who. Álvaro Morata. The Álvaro Morata. Sam’s crush since forever. But what was he doing in Germany? Leon, seeing Sam distant from the conversation also looked what she was looking at with wide eyes and an open mouth. “ Oh yeah, he’s Max’s friend. They met in Ibiza. He invited him here. I knew you’d have this reaction” Leon said slyly. For the rest of the evening, Sam stared and avoided Alvaro Morata like hell. She said she’d have an embarrassing fangirling moment if she tried to talk to him. As for Ana, she noticed Max’s gaze on her repeatedly throughout the evening. It was a bit intimidating at first, she thought maybe she had something on her face, but gradually she got used to it and once or twice she smiled at him politely and he returned her smile with his own cheeky grin, like he’d been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to do. After the cake was cut, Leon suggested that everyone should play truth or dare. Everyone settled on the dancefloor, guys sitting cross-legged and girls sitting in whatever position that’d help them manage their skirts. The rules were simple. If the mouth of the bottle landed on you, you’d have to choose between truth or dare and if the base of the bottle landed on you, you’d be the one asking questions/giving dares. The game progresses with a lot of fun. Sam dared Leon to take off his shirt, a girl was asked to make out with another girl. Then came Alvaro’s turn. He chose dare and he was asked to kiss a girl of his choice. Sam’s eyes automatically landed on her lap. Obviously she was going to feel sad and jealous of the girl Alvaro was going to kiss. She was so into her thoughts that she didn’t realize that Alvaro was standing in front of her. Ana gave her a light shake and she stared up to him. “So, do you wanna do this, because it’s completely fine if you don’t. I mean kissing a stranger can be weird. I mean the stranger can be creepy, not that I’m creepy fyi. Ok, so…” Before Alvaro could finish his sentence, Sam got up kissed him. First it was quite innocent but then it turned into a full-blown make out session, with Álvaro’s hand on her ass. They were interrupted by Leon, who asked them to get a room. Both were completely flushed and quickly returned to their respective places. This reminded Ana about her times with Erik in the starting of their relationship. They were so in love and were often teased by their friends because of their physical intimacy all the time. They could never keep their hands off each other. Erik was always holding her hand or holding her by the waist. They were perfect. She knew she missed Erik like hell but they were not made for each other. There were too many problems in their relationship. The bottle was spun again and this time it landed on her. And who was to question her, our very own Leon Goretzka. “Truth or Dare?” He asked. Ana was feeling a little bit brave so she chose dare. But she knew she’d chosen the wrong option because Leon’s face transformed, into something dark and sinister . Ana knew she was in trouble. “I dare you to be Max’s girlfriend for the rest of the party.” Ana was shocked would have been an understatement. Her eyes went so wide that Sam thought they might fell out of her sockets. “You’re joking, right?” Ana asked, still not over the fact that Leon had asked her to do such a thing. She looked over at Max who had the same expression as her, shocked and confused. “Nope. I want you to be his girlfriend for the party. I’ll state what all you have to do. First, for the rest of the game, you need to sit on his lap, then you need to dance with him and finally, you need to make out. Unless, you don’t have the guts…” Leon challenged her. That was it. Ana never backed out of a challenge. She got up, went to Max and sat on his thigh. “Just so you know, this was not my idea, at all” Max whispered in her ear. “I know, Leon is just trying to mess with you, I think.” That idiot. “Well if he is trying to mess with me, I’d love to be messed with in the same way all the time.” He confessed. You blushed thoroughly, and so did he, wondering where he’d got his guts. The rest of the night moved too fast and too slow at the same time. Ana felt the time had flew by and the party ended but at the time she could still feel Max’s hands on her when they danced, the feeling of his lips when they kissed. Maybe, just maybe, Ana thought, while thinking about the man on who’s lap she had sat on, going to the party had not been such a bad idea. She loved Erik, and a part of her always will love him but it might be time to move on… ~The End~

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Imagines Update

Coming next week Hector Bellerin He knows pt. 6 Alex Chamberlain Erik Durm x Reader x Julian Draxler Requested and coming after... Rafinha (You as a doctor) Hector Bellerin (No specific prompt) Hector Bellerin (Him drunk) Dani Alves (Smut) Aleksandar Kolarov (Fluff & Smut) He knows pt. 7 If I have missed your request please let me know so I can add it!

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Imagines I’m working on:

Alex Chamberlain & Aleksandar Kolarov

Requests:

He knows pt. 3

Julian Draxler x Reader x Erik Durm

Complicated pt. 2