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Hi guys - does anyone still follow this blog? It’s been years since I’ve posted! Xx

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I'm back!

Hello everybody... I hope you are all still here! It's been a long time since I've been on Tumblr but I have decided to come back. I miss it, and I miss writing too. I had a long list of requests that I'm going to have to forget about, I'm sorry. But, today I'll try and write something new! So, if you would like to request a story - let me know about who, any plot you may want, your name and I'll write one for you! Hugs

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Happy Valentine's Day, sweethearts x

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Mario Götze - One Shot

"Hi," I smiled, starstruck by his beauty.

"Would you like to dance?" He held out his hand, bowing almost.

"I’d like that." I bit my lip, nervously.

I shuffled with him towards the crowded dance floor, just as a slow, ballad came on. We both looked at each other, noticing the scenario, the slow song, the beautiful guy.

I stood there in my gown, unsure of what to do. He reached out his arms, and I moved closer to him, we were molded perfectly together.

"I love this song," I whispered.

"Me too," he replied, chuckling.

Then, we moved, side to side, almost forgetting about the world around us, in a daze. It felt like hours, we were just stood, in the middle of the glistening dance floor, shuffling our feet, gripping onto each other. And, I didn’t even know his name…

"This is the last song, lovers," the microphone screeched, bringing me back to reality.

I lifted my head, away from his strong shoulders and looked up at him. He was smiling. It was the most beautiful smile that I ever saw.

"One more dance." He smiled, and I rested my head on his shoulder, once more.

I felt invincible. It felt like falling in love, somehow.

Both of us, there, among the crowd, but there was only us. Only us two, our hearts meeting for the first time.

Our eyes meeting. Our hands meeting. Our souls entwining, forever.

As the final note played, I extended my arms, my body leaving his. I smiled at him.

"I’m Suellen, by the way." I giggled.

"Mario," he smiled, bowing again, whilst resting his lips on my hand as I blushed. "I enjoyed our dance. It’s a shame it had to end."

"Yes, thanks." I smiled,

"Come on," he winked, pulling me after him as he moved, somewhere. "I want to show you somewhere."

I followed him, as he led me. Something inside me, my heart, told me to follow him, a mysterious stranger, Mario…

Something in his blue eyes, made me trust him completely. Something…

"You have to be surprised," he smiled, as he placed his warm hands over my eyes, gently.

We walked a few more steps, and I thought about all of the scary situations I could have put myself in, but I didn’t actually feel scared. I trusted him, for some reason.

He retreated his hands, as I opened my eyes.

I was speechless.

I looked around at the beautiful meadow, lit up by tiny, little fairy lights. The various flowers blooming all around, daisies, daffodils, tulips, lilies.

We were standing on a wooden platform, the four posters covered in white silk and pearls, reaching for the sky. Sparkling diamonds, entwined into the materiel, sparkling like the stars, that shone in the dark night sky. Millions of tiny little sparkles, a mesmerizing picture.

"Wow," was all I could splutter out.

"It’s beautiful, right," he whispered.

I just looked at him, and felt butterflies in my tummy. I couldn’t believe how beautiful everything was. His face, the flowers, the stars, the silk, the diamonds, the wood, him.

He led me through a parting in the flowers, and I felt like I was in a movie.

"Look at this."

I heard, firstly, the rushing sound of water, but not a violent sound, a soft, heavenly sound, it was perfect. Then, I saw. The softly crashing waves, and the water, falling gently down the riverbank, from the beautiful waterfall. This place was like a dream, I had never seen anything or anywhere so beautiful!

I couldn’t speak, I was literally speechless now. I just shook my head, trying to take in the scene. It was just so beautiful, I felt the tears forming in my eyes.

Just at the right moment, he placed his arm around me, and we just stood there, inhaling the cool air, in a perfect moment. A perfect moment.

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"Stop it!" I screamed, gently hitting his arms, too strong for me.

He hysterically laughed, as he continued to tickle me.

"You are too strong, Mario!" I shouted.

He didn’t stop, so I licked his cheek. He looked at me, surprised, then began to shake his head. He picked me up and ran, with me in his arms.

"Put me down!" I screamed, laughing.

"Haha, never!" He joked, winking.

He threw me on to our bed, standing there, he just stared at me.

"What are you thinking?" I asked.

"How beautiful you are." He spoke, I blushed. "How lucky I am."

"I’m lucky," I buried my head in the pillow.

"Not as lucky as I am," he sat beside me and stroked my hair. "So beautiful." He whispered.

I giggled, turning to look at him.

"Get ready, baby, I have a surprise for you." He turned, and walked away.

"What should I wear?" I called after him.

"Nothing." He appeared in the doorway, an evil look on his face.

I threw a cushion at him.

"Anything, my love." He smiled, before walking away.

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"Are your eyes still closed?" He asked, an exciting tone to his voice.

"Yes," I sighed.

"Okay, open them… Now."

There, lay Mario, on a red blanket, a picnic basket next to him, filled with all of my favourite foods. Strawberries, chocolate, pancakes, pizza, it was, again, like a dream. The leafed tree shadowed him, and, like the first time we met, the fairy lights shone, the river flowed, the flowers bloomed.

I started to cry.

"Don’t cry," he jumped up, and rushed towards me, wrapping his arms around me, leading me towards the blanket.

"It’s amazing, I love you." I sighed, as he wiped away my tears with his thumb.

We had had a perfect night, falling in love again, underneath the stars.

Suddenly, I heard music…

The gentle strums of an acoustic guitar.

On our first date, I asked you to dance…

“Our song, my love.” He smiled at me, and reached out his hand.

He pulled me up, and we danced. Everything was special, thought thoroughly about, it was perfect, he’s perfect.

"I love you so much," Mario whispered, gently kissing my ear.

I tightened my grip around his back, pulling him even closer towards me.

After the final lyric was sung, he pulled away from me, leaning to the ground, he pulled out a small box from his pocket. My breath caught, as my eyes opened wide. The moment I’d been dreaming of, my whole life…

"I just, the moment I first saw you, standing there alone, in your beautiful, purple dress, I…" He struggled, rubbing his eyes, he chuckled. "I fell in love. In that moment, somehow, I just knew what love really meant, it meant you." He opened the box, and a diamond shone. He held out his hand, as I placed mine in his, tears falling down my cheeks, rapidly. "Will you please, please, do me the honour, and become my beautiful wife?"

I nodded, as his smile grew wider, and he placed the ring on my finger. He embraced me, hugging me tightly, passionately, he kissed my lips, and everything was perfect…

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Chapter 3 - The New Girl

An Eden Hazard story... {fictional}

Safeera woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside and the sunlight shining into my bedroom. And, she felt truly happy, warm, alive, and excited. Her night with Eden had been perfect, and he had treated her like a lady, himself being the perfect gentleman.

They danced, and Eden introduced her to all of the players and other staff. Safeera felt a lot more comfortable at this club. Everyone had been very nice to her. 

After eating and showering, Safeera left the house, car keys in hand. She was nervous about going to work today, nervous about seeing Eden. But she was happy.

Arriving at the Chelsea training ground, Safeera walked towards the entrance. 

"Hi," a familiar voice spoke. 

"Hello?" Safeera replied, unable to see anybody.

"In here," the voice chuckled.

She turned towards the direction of the voice and saw Eden hiding inside his car.

"What are you doing here?"

"I was waiting for you, actually."

"Really?" She couldn't help but smile.

"Yes, I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed last night."

"I did too."

"And, I also wanted to tell you... Well, do you want to get in for a minute, please?"

Safeera walked towards the other side of the car, and opened the passenger door. She sat down in the surprisingly clean car. This must've been worth a lot of money, she thought.

"So, you know it's difficult for me, because I like you a lot." He began, as Safeera's smile grew even wider. Eden liked her!!! "But, I don't want you to get into trouble. I mean, yesterday was your first day."

"What do you mean? Trouble?" She asked, confused.

"Physios, staff etc. aren't really supposed to get involved with the players."

"I understand." She gulped.

"But, I want to!" He insisted. "I just think, you know, maybe we should keep it quiet now."

"Keep what quiet?"

"Our relationship."

Safeera's eyes grew wide. "We're in relationship?"

"Well, no... But, I mean, I'm not good with these things..." He chuckled. "Look, I like you and I think you like me..?" Safeera nodded. "You do?"

"Yes." She whispered.

"OK," he smiled. "I'm happy. But, I don't want to jeopardise anything, so I'll talk with you properly after training?"

"OK, don't worry." She smiled.

"Thanks, I'm glad you understand." Eden reached towards her and left a gentle kiss on her cheek.

Leaving his car, Safeera felt confused. Was Eden embarrassed? Or, was he trying to protect her job? Either way, she decided to try and forget about their conversation and remain professional. She had to make good impressions in her new job, after all.

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After training, as she was packing up her things, the manager was walking towards her, his hands in the pockets of his puffy Chelsea jacket. 

"I don't believe we've formally met." He said, a hint of a smile of his face. "I'm José Mourinho."

"Safeera." She smiled, shaking his hand.

"How are you enjoying your first couple of days here? Are you settling in?"

"Yes, they have been great, thanks for asking. Everything is new, but I'm learning every second. This club is great, and everything is so professional."

José smiled. "Well, I'm glad to hear that. If you ever have any questions, please do not hesitate to ask me, or anyone else here. We are happy to have a new addition to our Chelsea family." 

"Thank you, Mr. Mourinho." 

"Please, call me José. See you tomorrow, Safeera." He smiled, before walking away.

"Goodbye."

Safeera watched as the smart man walked away from her. His charm was undeniable, and he made a person feel honoured to set eyes on him. He was very nice, despite the hard exterior. 

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I'm not entirely sure if I've asked this before, but I was wondering if I could ask for a one shot? Maybe I asked already but I would love it if you could. Thank you!

Of course, but like I say it will take time for me to post them, so if you don't mind waiting (a long time) then sure :) Just tell me your desired player, your name if you like, and any plot will make it easier for me.

Hugs xx

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Crayons - Wesley Sneijder ONE SHOT

"Daddy, please can I go?" His son tugged on his shirt.

"Yes, I said yes." Wesley chuckled. "Go."

The little boy ran towards the slides and numerous fun things that awaited the children at the play centre. Wesley wasn't sure why he had come here, but they were bored at home and wanted to go and discover the city. Walking down the streets of Istanbul, they discovered this place, and, to his son at least, it looked fun. 

Now, Wesley was stood here, not entirely sure of what to do. The place was full of running children, screaming and shouting, and their parents too, screaming and shouting. Wesley looked for his son, who was getting ready to go down the big slide. His joyous face was enough to make Wesley comfortable that his son would be okay, as he looked around for a place to sit. 

Every table was full of people, eating and drinking, sorting their children out, some reading or playing on their phones. Suddenly, he spotted a spare seat. He looked up at the table to see a young girl, alone, listening to her headphones and miming the lyrics. 

As he approached her table, he could see the girl hadn't noticed him, as she was still acting as if she was in a music video.

"Hi," Wesley said, but the girl didn't respond.

He laughed, watching her for a moment as she bopped her head from side to side.

Slowly, she looked up at him, mortified. She took her headphones off instantly, and chuckled, her cheeks blushing.

"Hi," Wesley spoke softly, smiling at the girl.

"Hello..." She gritted her teeth, smiling at him. "I'm sorry, uh, I feel really embarrassed." 

"That's fine. Hey, do you mind if I sit here?" 

"No, no, please." She smiled, putting her headphones away. "I'm Melissa."

"Wesley," he nodded, taking off his baseball hat.

"Wait... You're Wesley Sneijder?" Her eyes grew wide.

"Yeah, don't shout it," he winked.

Her jaw dropped. "I love you!" She exclaimed, covering her mouth as soon as she had spoke. "Sorry," she giggled. "Feel free to leave."

"No, it's fine. I love you, too." He chuckled.

"It's just, I'm a huge football fan. And you're definitely one of my favourite players!"

"Thanks," he smiled. 

"Can I get you a drink or something, Melissa?" 

"I'm fine, thank you." She smiled, not quite believing that Wesley Sneijder was asking her this.

"Are you sure? I heard they make nice milkshakes..." He grinned.

"Okay, I'll have a strawberry one then, please." 

"Great, my treat." He walked away, humming to himself. 

Melissa watched as he spoke with the male cashier, who himself looked as surprised as she had to see Wesley. Then, he turned, a big smile on his face as he walked back towards Melissa, two milkshakes in his hands. 

"Here you go," he placed a pink coloured one down before Melissa.

"Thank you." She took a sip of the milky drink, from the straw. "You were right!"

"I was?" 

"These milkshakes are nice."

"Oh," he chuckled. "Yeah, I'm glad you like them. So, are you here with your child?"

"No," she answered. "I'm here with my nephew."

"Oh, I see." 

She smiled. "What about you?" 

"My son," he nodded. 

"I bet he's cute." 

"He is, he is. I'm very proud." He chuckled.

She smiled, as he looked at the play area. 

They talked and talked for about an hour. Speaking about their lives in Istanbul, what had brought them here and their jobs etc. Speaking about random things like space, food, cities they wanted to visit, places they had visited. They shared a lot of interests and dreams, like the love of Milan and Italy, in which Wesley had lived for a number of years. She spoke about how she had always wanted to visit New York, and the time when Wesley had played there.

"Maybe I can take you there, sometime." Wesley instantly regretted saying it, but her pretty eyes were mesmerising. 

"I'd like that." She bit her lip.

"Dad!" Wesley turned as his son came running into his arms.

"Hey, did you have a good time?" He asked. 

"Yes, the best. I made a friend!" He replied, introducing him to his father. 

"Hey, auntie." The child grinned.

"Auntie..." Wesley turned to Melissa, grinning. 

Melissa nodded, "I guess we might be seeing more of each other, then?"

"I hope so." Wes winked.

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Olivier Giroud - One Shot

Hannah opened her eyes to surprising brightness. She opened her curtains and everywhere was white. The snow was falling from the sky and the view was spectacular.

"Snow!" She smiled.

Ever since she was a little girl she has loved the snow. It was mesmerising, the way these tiny little snowflakes fell from the sky and joined together to make a white sheet on the ground. It had always been fascinating for her. She loved snow especially at Christmastime, but it was not the middle of February. It was cold, so Hannah jumped back into bed into the warm arms of her boyfriend. 

"Olivier," she whispered. "Wake up." She kissed his cheek gently. 

Olivier mumbled. "What's wrong?" 

"It's morning." She said, running a hand through his hair. 

"And it's also my day-off." He grumbled.

"Well, it's my day-off too. I'm not going to work today, I can't travel."

"What do you mean?" He asked, rubbing his eyes. 

"Look outside!" She exclaimed. 

Olivier slowly pulled the covers and sat on the side of the bed. He got up, stretching his arms and yawning loudly. 

"Snow!" He said excitedly as he looked out of the window. "I love snow!" A huge smile appeared on his rugged face. 

"I know! Me too." Hannah rushed towards her boyfriend and wrapped her arms around his bare chest. 

"You are freezing!" He noticed, rubbing her arms. "Let's take a hot shower."

After their shower, Olivier ran downstairs as Hannah checked her emails. She sent one to her boss, explaining that there was no way she could travel today, as there was too much snow. Hannah walked down the stairs and could feel the warmth from the kitchen. The smell was incredible, fresh fruit and chocolate. Olivier was standing by the oven in his baggy t-shirt, flipping pancakes. He added blueberries and Hannah watched as bubbles appeared in the batter. 

"May I?" She asked, taking the flipper from Olivier.

"Of course, my darling." Olivier kissed her forehead. "I thought we could have a nice breakfast together." He said as he sat on the black metallic stool near the counter. 

"That's sweet of you." She turned to her boyfriend, smiling. 

Olivier took some plates from the cupboard and placed them on the table. He placed a couple of pancakes on each plate and added some melted chocolate on the side, as well as some strawberries. 

"My love, sit." He spoke softly, motioning towards the table. "Here you go." He placed the plate in front of her as well as a steaming cup of coffee. 

"Thank you, baby." She smiled, taking one of his hands.

"Enjoy." Olivier said in his thick French accent. 

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After enjoying their breakfast, Olivier and Hannah wrapped up and stepped outside. They walked hand in hand through the snow-covered streets and fields, enjoying one another's company. 

"This is a nice substitute for training." He smiled as he nuzzled his nose into her hair. 

Hannah leaned her head on his strong shoulder. "This is so much better than working," she smiled.

The snow kept falling and left little drops of white in Olivier's hair. Green trees were now covered with a white sheet, and everywhere was bright. They passed children sledging down the fields, happiness on their young faces.

"One day, we will take our children sledging. I can't wait." Olivier said, looking ahead. 

Hannah turned to him, a hint of a smile on his face. "You think about these things?" She asked.

"Yes," he admitted. "I'm excited."

She grinned at her boyfriend. "Me too," she whispered, placing a kiss on his shoulder.

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Once home they reached for the blankets and huddled in front of the fire to watch an old, romantic film. 

"I love you, Hannah." He held her close to his chest.

"I love you, too." 

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are you still taking requests?

I take them always, but I have such a list and I feel so bad about it! You can request but I'd suggest you request other places too if you want to get your one shot soon, because I take so long :( Sorry <3

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It may take me a little time to update one of my stories, as I'll need to re-read them. So maybe it would be best to post a one shot for now :)

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I'm back!

Hello, my wonderful followers! I am back for a little while and I hope to write something for you. I see that one sweet person already asked me to update Sognare, but I want all of your opinions!

Would you like me to update a fanfiction or write a one shot?

Let me know soon please 

Hugs xx

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could you continue updating sognare ??? I really love it and it's great . Hope you update xxx

Hey! Soon, I hope I'll be back on my blog and writing again. I miss writing for you all!

Thank you for the kind comments,

hugs xx

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Hello! Hope you're all well. I miss my followers! 

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There are many requests in my ask box, which I'm grateful for but unfortunately it's going to take some time for me to get around to them!

But, luckily my Summer starts tomorrow and I will have all the free time to focus on improving my writing skills & techniques. I intend to produce better pieces of writing for you, as I believe the quality in recent pieces has been poor. I want to focus on improving my skills this summer, as a writer, and my skills in other subjects and areas. 

So, please be patient, and I will try my best!

Kiss

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I hope you are all enjoying the World Cup! 

Who are you supporting?

My teams are Italia, Netherlands & Portugal!

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You are gonna write additional chapters to that Aaron Ramsey fanfiction, right?

I intend to, if that's what you guys want :)

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Please do a fanfic. I can tell you'll do an amazing job.

Okay, I will :) Thanks

xx