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Yesterday I added a (kinda short) Julian Brandt Imagine. 

You win - you can check it out here! 

MASTERLIST

Dele Alli

Imagines: 

Broken plates

Where Dele and Y/N have a horrible fight 

Julian Brandt 

Imagines: 

Proud 

Where Julian and Y/N spend their morning together and Julian tells Y/N how proud he is of her 

Stressed 

Where Y/N can’t handle the pressure of studying anymore 

Lone Ranger 

Where Y/N first meets the brother, then the future boyfriend 

Nurse Costume? 

Where Julian takes care of a very sick Y/N

Emotional Drunk 

Where Julian comes home really drunk and with a lot on his mind 

Always by your side 

Where Julian gets injured and taken to the hospital 

Thank you, Mariah! 

Where Jannis and Julian get on Y/N’s nerves way to much 

Moments 

Where Julian and Y/N fight and then make up

Three

Where Y/N tells Julian she is pregnant

The Brandt-Deal 

Where Y/N meets Julian’s brother the first time

His 

Where Y/N meets Julian’s parents for the first time 

Hers

Where Julian meets Y/N’s parents for the first time 

You win 

Where staying in bed a little longer seems worth it 

Frenkie de Jong 

Imagines:

Ours only 

Where Frenkie calls Y/N every night 

Matthijs de Ligt 

Imagines: 

Stay a little longer

Where Y/N and Matthijs spend a lazy morning in bed  

Drabbles:

“Tell me you need me”

Leon Goretzka 

Imagines:

Idiot 

Where Y/N loves Leon and Leon loves Y/N, but he also has a girlfriend 

Bernd Leno

Imagines:

Russia

Where Bernd takes his girlfriend to Russia 

Hakim Ziyech

Drabbles:

“Welcome to fatherhood” 

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You win - Julian Brandt Imagine

A (kinda very short) Julian Brandt imagine. I wrote this last night (my first imagine after a long time). I hope you like it. FYI: English is not my first language.

Early mornings – you loved them, no you adored them. While most people you knew rather spend their weekends in bed until lunchtime, your inner clock just couldn’t stop. 7 A.M is your time – always has been and probably always will be.

Your boyfriend is quite the opposite, spending every single minute he can in bed – which also makes him late most of the time (and very lazy).

This morning was no different. You woke up, rolled out of bed, tiptoed your way to your big bedroom windows and opened your curtains a little bit. Just so you had enough light to roam around the room without tripping over something. As you took a look at your blonde boyfriend, who was still fast asleep, you felt your heart beating against your ribcage. Four years and counting and that idiot still made butterflies appear inside of you – even while being asleep. So, instead of going downstairs (like you normally do right after you wake up) you got back into bed, snuggling against Julian’s naked warm torso. You were well aware of the fact that it would probably take some more hours until he woke up – it was Sunday after all and he had a tough game the night prior – but you decided that work (and coffee) could wait for a little longer.

After caressing his biceps for some time, he began to stir in his sleep, his nose crunching up softly. “Are you watching me?”, he mumbled, voice thick from sleep. “No.”, you answered quietly, letting your hand run through his messy hair. “I know you are.” “You haven’t even opened your eyes yet, why should you know?” “You just exposed yourself.”, Julian said, a lopsided grin gracing his tired face. “Shush”, you muttered turning around, but his arms quickly sneaked around your body, holding you tightly against his front.

“Are we ready to leave the bed?”, you asked him after a while of cuddling. “It’s not even nine yet and I’m not even fully awake yet, so no.”, Julian said, his thumb brushing over your hand. “I’m not even tired anymore.”, you sighed, “You never are.”, he exclaimed and even if you couldn’t see his face right now you just knew he was a) rolling his eyes and b) grinning like an idiot.

As you turned around, Julian wasted no time to press a soft kiss onto your cheek, his hand finding the back of your neck. “Hi.”, you giggled, pressing your face against his chest, inhaling his scent. “Hi.”, he mimicked, his fingers brushing through your tangled hair. “Are you awake now?”, you asked, but the only answer you received was a grimace. “I’m going to keep you in this bed the whole day.”, Julian announced, pulling you a little closer once again. “Thanks for asking me for my opinion.”, you huffed. “Come on, Y/N. It’s Sunday.”, he tried to argue, but you still weren’t that convinced, yet. “Come on.”

“I have things to do.”, you told him, but now Julian seemed like the one who wasn’t convinced. “Come on.”, he repeated, his voice already muffled as his lips began brushing against your neck. “I know what you are doing.”, you laughed, pulling his face from your body. “Oh yeah?”, he asked confused, his lips quickly attaching to your neck again. “Come on.”, now his lips began brushing over your jaw, leaving little kisses along the way. “I know you want it Y/N.”

“Maybe I do.”, you whispered.

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When are you posting your next drabble or imagine? xx

Probably soon, I just had some troubles in my private life and I didn't really feel like writing, sorry for keeping you waiting. I hope you understand.

Also, I have been receiving some really hateful asks because I haven't posted anything the last few days. And I just wanna let you know that some of the stuff some of you send me is quite hurtful and maybe you could think about the fact that I am allowed to write whenever I want to. I really enjoy it and sometimes I could do it all day, but I hope you understand that I also have a private life which sometimes is quite rough.

Hope you understand and I will be back soon 💛💛 But thank you so much to everyone who has been so incredibly nice to me 💛💛

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I loved ‘welcome to fatherhood’ !!!! I’m so glad you wrote about Hakim too , I’m glad he’s been getting some love ! Thank you for writing for us 💕💞💓💖💝💗💘

Glad you enjoyed it, thank you so much!

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The hakim drabble was more than amazing, I loved it thank you for writing it 💖 xx

Thank you so much 💓💓💓

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Will there be more hakim soon ? xxx

Yes, there is a request I'm going to write!

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“Welcome to fatherhood.” with hakim Ziyech 💕

“Welcome to fatherhood” - Hakim Ziyech 

“Welcome to fatherhood”, the midwife said to your fiancé Hakim as she handed him the little pink bundle holding his daughter. You slowly reached over to brush the tears from his eyes, feeling your own eyes beginning to glister as you watched the love of your life holding your child in his arms.

“I can’t believe she is finally here.”, he mumbled, readjusting his grip on her, holding her close to his chest, “Hi babygirl.”, he cooed, brushing over her slightly reddened cheek. “You did amazing Y/N.”, he continued, stretching a little so he could place a soft kiss on your lips. You felt sore and tired and also a little dizzy, but nothing in this world would have been able to stop you from watching Hakim with your new-born daughter.

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Have you got any blurbs requested right now?

yes!

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When are you posting your next one shot? Xxx

Not really sure, maybe even today x

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Julián dating a Latina pleaseeeeeee that’s something that I’d like to see!

I have had this request in my inbox for some time and every time I read it I thought “hm..what could I write about? How would I portray Y/N?” and to be honest I don’t really want to write about Y/N being Latina, because what does ‘being latina’ mean? I am not comfortable stereotypically writing about a culture, in a language I am not really a part of and I know way too less of, of course it could have been fun, but someone could maybe feel hurt by that and that’s something I do not. want. I hope you respect that and I am sorry, but I have plenty other Julian Brandt Imagines and some new ones will be posted soon. xx

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Broken plates - Dele Alli Imagine

Someone requested a Dele Alli imagine where Dele and Y/N fight and he says some hurtful things (+ Angst) but I deleted the request by accident. Sorry! 

Enjoy! 

Everyone who would have entered your living room would have been able to feel it – the tension, making your – normally very beloved - home feel like a place you suddenly couldn’t feel safe, loved and familiar anymore. The screaming had died down, but the emotions didn’t. Your vision was blurry as you carefully tried to pick up the broken pieces from the plate that was shattered against the wall not even two minutes ago. You felt hot and cold at the same time, an unbelievable emptiness inside of you, but still you couldn’t stop the tears from running down your cheek, wetting them again and again.

Dele had left the house as soon as you broke down after hysterically screaming at his face. The two of you struggled with your boths emotions quite regularly. Screaming and fighting was something that happened almost on a regular basis, but after getting over it after an hour you were always able to fix the original problem by talking about it.

But this felt different.

This felt like something that could change your whole relationship. Not only was it the first time a fight got a little physical, it was the first time your boyfriend Dele lost his temper completely, screaming at you in a volume that left you crying. And it was the first time you two started to call the other one nasty names. You felt shocked, sad and hurt, but also disappointed in yourself. Disappointed that you didn’t even try to handle it in a calmer manner. You wanted to talk do Dele, immediately, but thinking about calling him and only being rejected made you decide against the idea of making the first step.

Tonight, you went to bed alone, eyes all swollen up from the previous crying. The bed felt empty, even cold. You tossed and tuned, trying out every position possible, only to give up when the clock read two in the morning. While moving down to the couch in your living room you turned your phone back on for the first time this night, only to be shown that no one had called or texted you – silly twitter mentions, nothing more. He hadn’t called and the thought of him never calling again sent you into another fit of tears.

After falling back asleep on your sofa you didn’t really noticed when your front door unlocked, a tired Dele stumbling into your shared apartment. He shook his head after he passed your sleeping figure on the couch, the TV softly playing in the background. When you heard a rumble in the kitchen you hastily got up, scared that someone had broken into your home. Before you even had the chance to think about the possibilities of acting you now had, you boyfriend appeared in the doorframe, sending you a hesitate smile. You felt relief taking over your body, but after examining his tall frame for a while, you started to think about everything that had left his mouth earlier this day, leaving you sobbing and extremely sad on the cold floor of your kitchen.

“Why are we like this?”, you asked him with a sad smile, “I don’t understand.”, you added softly, the tears already burning in your eyes again. “I don’t know.”, he sighed, slowly walking over to the couch you were sitting on. “Are you ok?”, he wanted to know, his worried eyes watching every move you made. You nodded, a bit hesitantly, but you did. You felt ok, relieved and you were glad to see him, but you also felt hurt, anger and sadness inside of you. “I don’t know why I start acting like this during a fight, there is no other person on this planet that I love as much as I love you. I can’t believe I decided to speak to you like this in that moment.”, Dele said all of a sudden, leaving you a bit surprised. You looked at him again, suddenly seeing the redness in his eyes, lids looking a bit puffy. “Where did you go?”, you asked instead of commenting on his apology. “I went to Harry’s place.”, he replied, sitting down on the opposing couch. You didn’t really know what else to say, so you just nodded, zoning out a bit as he didn’t say anything else.

You could already see the sun rising through window in front of the balcony, but either you nor Dele dared to get up and move to the bedroom or even talk. It was silent, the whole time, the whole three hours you had sat there, facing each other but looking away each time you got caught, trying to make it look like you were staring into space. Your eyes felt heavy and you weren’t really sure if you were able to stay in this position for some more time. After trying to stay awake for another twenty minutes you decided to get up, not once looking into your boyfriend’s direction.

After moving into the bedroom and lazily throwing on an ugly pair of pajamas you went to bed, feeling cold and unwanted. But it didn’t take too long until you heard your boyfriend’s footsteps slowly moving closer to your bedroom. You turned around so you weren’t facing the door anymore and after almost starting to believe he had made the decision to stay in your small. guest bedroom heard the door being softly opened. Dele tiptoed over to his side of the beg, bumping into the small cupboard that was placed at the end of your bed. You felt a little startled as he fell down on the bed, making mattress dip slightly.

There were so many things you wanted to say, speak out loud. The thought of this being the end of your relationship made you want to start blabbering. You wanted him to hear you out, you wanted. him to understand your side of the story and you also wanted to apologize. And you wanted him to apologize. But instead of saying anything you listened. To the soft hum leaving his lips, deep breaths and the sounds of him shuffling around with his blanket. Before you finally felt your eyes closing, you suddenly felt his warm fingers softly grasping yours, pulling your arm a bit into his direction. “I love you and I hope you know that.”, he muttered, placing a kiss on the back of your hand, but you weren’t quite sure if it was the right moment for you to say something. “We need to stop fighting like this, I love you too much.”, he continued, his hand not leaving yours once. Still, you decided to stay quiet, but through a little squeeze of his hand you were definitely sure he understood what you wanted to tell him. I love you.

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“Tell me you need me”with Matthijs de Ligt oh god imagine that😻

“Tell me you need me” - Matthijs de Ligt Drabble (very light smut)

“Babe.”, you mumbled, pressing your cheek against your neck as his light kisses tickled the exposed skin on your neck, “Stop that.”, you let out a giggle, trying to push your boyfriend Matthijs a little away from you. “But babe…”, he whined, sneaking his arms around your torso. “I’m busy. Can’t you see that?”, you tried again, giving him a slightly annoyed look. But your boyfriend just wouldn’t stop.

At first, he wandered a bit around in your large kitchen, dropping little tomatoes into his mouth from time to time. You watched him with careful eyes as he slowly walked over to you once again. “Are you done?”, he whispered in your ear, his long fingers brushing over your stomach. “Not yet.”, you mumbled, enjoying the kisses he began placing all over your neck, goosebumps appearing on your skin. “You better hurry then.”, Matthijs mumbled, pulling your hair to one side. “Give me five more minutes.”

Letting out a big breath you felt your boyfriends hand brushing over the side of your thighs, the skin he already touched feeling hot. “Matthijs.”, you moaned, head falling back against his chest as you suddenly felt his hand on the inside of your thigh. “Are you done now?”, he asked, whispering in your ear. “Babe.”

“Now?”, he asked again, fingers brushing over the hem of your panties. You dropped the dishtowel, head bumping against Matthijs’ chest once again. “Tell me you need me.”, he spoke softly, his fingers slowly working their way to your core.

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Are you taking requests for these Drabbles? xx

yes, but just a few 😇

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Masterlist - Imagines

Julian Brandt 

Proud 

Where Julian and Y/N spend their morning together and Julian tells Y/N how proud he is of her 

Stressed 

Where Y/N can’t handle the pressure of studying anymore 

Lone Ranger 

Where Y/N first meets the brother, then the future boyfriend 

Nurse Costume? 

Where Julian takes care of a very sick Y/N

Emotional Drunk 

Where Julian comes home really drunk and with a lot on his mind 

Always by your side 

Where Julian gets injured and taken to the hospital 

Thank you, Mariah! 

Where Jannis and Julian get on Y/N’s nerves way to much 

Moments 

Where Julian and Y/N fight and then make up

Three

Where Y/N tells Julian she is pregnant

The Brandt-Deal 

Where Y/N meets Julian’s brother the first time

His 

Where Y/N meets Julian’s parents for the first time 

Hers

Where Julian meets Y/N’s parents for the first time 

Frenkie de Jong 

Ours only 

Where Frenkie calls Y/N every night 

Matthijs de Ligt 

Stay a little longer

Where Y/N and Matthijs spend a lazy morning in bed  

Leon Goretzka 

Idiot 

Where Y/N loves Leon and Leon loves Y/N, but he also has a girlfriend 

Bernd Leno

Russia

Where Bernd takes his girlfriend to Russia 

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I love your answer about Julian moving to Borussia Dortmund. In general I love the vibe on your blog and all the good Content, you‘re such a blessing for tumblr fandom 💛

Thank you very much, luckily I don’t really get any “negative” messages and I hope it stays that way. I would like my tumblr do be a drama-free page where people can just enjoy the stuff I write. 💞

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I am excited for him, everything new and a new chapter of life starts very soon!!! He looks very good in that kit, fight me, and I can’t wait to see this little angel on the bitch making all the people, that hate him now, stan 🤧💛

Pretty sure no matter what happens, Julian will be fine.